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Imagine this...

|Twisted Wonderland|

Mc turns into a child due to an alchemy accident. Instead of making someone/people do the babysitting, it's the staff who will take care of them

Masterlist | Parts 1-?

[Part 1]| Next≫

A/N: I grew incredibly sleepy while typing this midway. There are some words that are spelled wrong on purpose due to child speech. But please excuse any other grammar error, etc.

You asked Crewel for a lab review and practice after class, which he gladly agreed to. Once your final class is over, you dragged Grim along since you knew he desperately needs it. In the middle of the lab, Grim accidentally added the wrong ingredient into the pot, causing an explosion and releasing thick smoke with you surrounded by it. 

The smoke finally began to disappear, Grim and Crewel noticed you have vanished as well. They both yell out your name until they heard a soft sneeze. The two look down where you stood and saw your small figure, sitting on the floor. Crewel picked you up as you let out a giggle. Grim began to panic, his henchman- I mean friend just turned into a child. Crewel, on the other hand, remained calm. He knew this would wear off within 3 days. 

Crewel couldn’t leave you with Grim, and he knew leaving you with Ace and Deuce would be a disaster. The three are always getting into trouble and he didn’t want anything bad to happen to his favorite pup. He could try asking someone or people to take you, but it would be too much to ask. Plus, he doesn’t know if he should trust them. 

“Papa?” 

Crewel’s eyes widened. Father mode activated. 

“I’ll take (y/n) with me and look after them. I suggest you head back to your dorm and review today’s lesson.”  

Before Grim could protest, the man left with you in his arms, leaving Grim by himself. 

The next day, Ace and Deuce are in their seat in potion class, waiting for Grim and their friend. They haven’t seen both of them and grew worried. The bell soon rang as Grim walked in by himself and sat on his seat. 

“Yo Grim, where’s (y/n)?” Ace asked. 

“Well-” 

“Settle down now, pups. You know not to chat after the second bell rings.” 

Everyone looked up to see Crewel without his furry coat, but only to be replaced with... A toddler carrier? Inside the carrier on his back is a child, who looked very similar to their familiar prefect friend. 

“Um, Professor,” started Deuce, “Who is the child you’re carrying?” 

“Yeah, why do they look like (y/n)?” Ace followed along. 

Before Crewel could reply, Grim answered, “Because that is (y/n)…" 

“H A H ? !” 

You waved at everyone, “Hewo!” 

Crewel then explained what happen to the class, “There was a small accident yesterday as I gave them and Grim a lab practice. Nevertheless, they will return to normal within 2 days and I’ll be babysitting them.” 

“I’m sorry for asking, but, why couldn’t you just ask us to look after them?” spoke Deuce

Crewel scoffed, “And let you rowdy dogs handle them when you couldn’t handle yourselves? I don’t think so. Furthermore, you couldn’t even follow instructions and always put yourselves in trouble.” 

Well, he does have a point there... The trio stayed quiet, which satisfied the professor. Soon, the class began to start. Crewel gave everyone lectures as you sat above the table, reading a book he gave you. Many students in class could only gaze at you silently, gushing over your adorableness. Some gave envy stares for not having to focus on lessons during class. All of the sudden, a sharp sound of a whip slashed through the air, startling everyone. 

“Naughty dogs. Eyes up here, not at the pup.” 

Eventually, the word goes around; A prefect turned into a child and is in the hands of Professor Crewel. It is now lunchtime; you and Crewel are inside the staff room. He gave you food he had prepared for you. The other staff gathered around and asked Crewel some questions. Gaining the interest in taking care of you, they made a schedule of who’s who will have you. 

At that moment, Crowley barges inside the staff room after hearing rumors. Crowley yell at Crewel after he explained everything once more. 

“And you didn’t inform me about this!?” Crowley yelped, “You should have told me, I would love to take good care of them, for I am gracious!”

Crewel rolled his eyes, “Absolutely not. You are highly irresponsible and a terrible guardian.” 

Crowley let out a dramatic gasp. “HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH WORDS! I am certainly not!” 

The two started bickering here and there like divorced parents arguing about who should take custody of their child. You and the other staff grew tired of their yelling. 

Trein checked the time and sighed. “I apologize for intruding in your discussion, but lunch is almost over and we must get ready to head back.” 

Crewel cleared his throat. “Well then. Since my next class is going to have a lab, I’ll entrust you to taking my little pup with you, Trein.” 

Trein nodded as Crowley throws a tantrum. “Why does Trein get to watch over (y/n)!? Wouldn’t they cause trouble and distract the class? I can take care of them, you know?” 

“I highly doubt they would. In fact, they were being a good pup in my class this morning.” Crewel answered. “Also, don’t you have any businesses to do? Since our sweet little prefect can’t do your errands at this moment?” 

Crowley began to sweat like bullets. “I- uh....” 

The bell shortly rang, notifying everyone that lunch is now over and it was time to head to their next class. Crowley sighed, he was saved by the bell.

Crewel kneeled in front of you, “You will be staying with Trein, and I expect you to be well behaved and not leave his sight. I will pick you up later once classes are over. Do you understand, little pup?” 

You nodded, “Yes, I undestand.” 

Trein stood up with Lucius in his one arm. “Now, shall we go to class?” he asked you. You nodded and jump down from your seat and grabbed his hand. 

You turned to Crewel, “Ba-bye, papa. I’ll see you lateh!” 

As you and Trein walked out, Crowley crossed his arms and turned to the black-and-white-haired man, who wore a huge grin. “How come you get to be called papa but not me?!” 

Crewel smirked, “Because I take proper care of my precious pup, unlike you...”

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I tried drawing without lineart!

If I had the guts I'd make this my home screen wallpaper, too bad I don't have the guts

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Q&A For 3 of the Monster Boys by Itoko (Idoll_itk)

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There Won't Be a Next Time by Itoko (Idoll_itk)

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Kny men x stepcest

nsfw || fem!reader || 1k wc

Step Mommy!Mitsuri who’s just so tickled that you’re so sweet to her, even when your father doesn’t treat her that well, so when you sneak up on her one day when she was massaging her aching breasts and envelop one of her nipples in your mouth while one of your hands play with the other, she can’t help but coo at how nice you’re being to Mommy and let you mouth at her for however long you want

Step Mommy!Mitsuri who, when you whine about needing to go shop for new panties, lets you try on some of hers instead. She happily watches you try on her lingerie sets in the comfort of your bedroom and even takes off the set she’s wearing for you to try on too; if you really like it, she’ll let you have it, but only if you let Mommy ride your face

Step Mommy!Mitsuri who’s got you on your back with one of your legs over her shoulder, telling you that it’s okay if she rubs her pussy against yours because your panties are still on, but once you both get so close to cumming, she sneakily pulls your panties to the side and fucks you bare— she says it’s because it feels better like this, though she knows you aren’t really concerned about it from how fucked out you are already

Step Uncle!Gyomei who feels that something’s off when his usual sex doll feels more warm and lifelike, but he just chalks it up to his pent up frustration and continues to pound into the ‘toy’, not realizing it was really you- at least until you start cumming around him, making him jerk his hips and growl at the feel of your convulsing walls. He knows he should pull out and scold you- this was wrong- and yet when you whine and cry and beg him to put his cock back in, he ends up fucking you all night long instead

Step Uncle!Gyomei who smiles whenever you offer to help him walk around -even though he doesn’t actually need help- and willingly lets you lead him in the completely wrong direction. He doesn’t quite know where you’ve taken him, only that his back is pressing against rough brick as your knees hit the ground in front of him. If he were a better man, he’d grab up by the arms, yank you up, and take you home; but he’s not a better man and so he grabs a fistful of your hair and gently guides your mouth along his cock, making sure you keep your gags quiet

Older Step-Brother!Sanemi who lost all of his biological younger siblings, so he’ll be damned if he’s letting your sweet, naive little ass out of his sight— even if that means fingering you in the house’s entrance when you try to walk out of the house in revealing clothing, making you forget all about that ‘date’ you were planning on going to; nobody’s better than your big brother- he’ll show you.

Older Step-Brother!Sanemi who wants to protect you from everything and everyone that could possibly corrupt you and yet he’s helping you grind against his thigh at ungodly hours of the night, all because you couldn’t sleep with that weird, tingly heat pooling inside your stomach. 

Older Step-Brother!Sanemi who’s not really sure who is in the wrong when you wake him up with head the next morning as a thank you for helping you sleep, but when you mumble something about breakfast as you lower your pussy over his mouth before returning to licking at his cock, he decides he just taught you really well like a big brother should.

Little Step-Brother!Giyuu who latches onto you immediately after just the first meeting, falling into the habit of always shadowing you, of always touching you in some way, of always being right. there. He just loves his new older sibling so much and is so happy when you let him sleep in your bed one night- so happy he accidentally starts rubbing himself against your thigh; his embarrassment is washed away by your sweet laugh and the hand that starts stroking his cock, and all he can do is moan and take it when his older sibling tells him they’ll take care of him.

Little Step-Brother!Giyuu who’s always been a little insecure, a little self deprecating, but his attitude always takes a 180 when you let him bury his face in between your thighs and shove his tongue inside you as far as he can. You’ve found out he can’t cry if he’s too focused on making you cry from overstim

Step Daddy!Tengen who cannot stand your bratty attitude and just gets so fed up with you, even if you are grown, that he yanks you by a fistful of your hair straight over his lap and flips your annoyingly short skirt up so he can spank your ass harshly. There are red welts in the shape of his hand by the time he’s done, but as you’re crying and muttering apologies, he decides he’ll be nice and soothe the sting by licking your clit sweetly. 

Step Daddy!Tengen who knows your mom only got with him for his money, though he starts spending all his money on you instead after seeing your shy, sweet smile whenever he gives you something expensive. His favorite thing to give you is lingerie sets; he expects you to be all dolled up and wearing it when he sneaks into your room at night- and if you put on a good show- he’ll show you what he can do with his cock Step Daddy!Tengen who has fucked you everywhere in the house, but his favorite spots are the kitchen counter, the hallway, and his own bedroom— the one he shares with your mother. He likes places with risk because of the thrill it gives him, and because he craves the thought of getting caught with his precious step daughter; he wouldn’t stop fucking you even if you were caught, not until he’d stuffed you full of his cum like he always does

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—"PRINCE CHARMING'S KISS" dormleaders

💭masterlist | 💬ao3 link

synopsis: a potionology accident involving the adeuce duo leads to the prefect falling into a deep sleep. only an act of true love's kiss can save them and it seems that ace and deuce picked a certain boy to play prince charming.

⊹ [ cw ] — none◞

⊹ [ tags ] — FLUFF.GN! READER | papa crewel doesn't seem too happy, cauldrons, tomato riddle, azul tries to get engaged, kalim bawling his eyes out, soft vil, idia is about to pop a vein, malleus throws a lamp at lilia and it's deserved◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 4k+◞

"I SUMMON THEE, CAULDRON!"

"Deuce! No! I asked you to grab one not-" Before you could stop him, the cauldron already smashed against the pot atop your desk, flinging all the contents of the pink bubbling potion all over you.

"You dumbass! They said grab one, not summon one!" Ace hissed, throwing a towel over your soaked form. "Shit. We need to get them to Professor Crewel and — Oi, Prefect!?"

You fell forward, falling limp in Ace's arms as you both tumbled to the floor. Panicked, Ace was quick to push you onto your back, slapping your cheek and shaking you furiously. "Wake up!"

"W-What happened?" Deuce ran towards you two, guilt pooling in his stomach. His blood ran cold with fear once he saw just how pale and cold your face had turned. "Are they dead?!"

"No. It's not that strong of a potion." Crewel sighed, striding towards the two morons with a venomous scowl on his lips.

Leaning down, your adoptive-father gingerly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. All previous ire he exhibited seemingly melting away. "Oh darling, I have no idea why you chose these two strays as friends…"

"Once again, you've brought my pup to harm with your incompetence." The professor stood up straight once again, his stern gaze fixed on the two youngsters.

"Nonetheless, I think this will be a valuable learning experience for the two of you." Crewel said, grabbing a thick aged book from a nearby shelf and thrusting it into Ace's arms.

"That book there contains the instructions to brew the cure."

"D-Do we have to make the- uff-" Deuce coughed, unintentionally breathing in a cloud of dust released by the old book. "-cure ourselves?"

Crewel drew his eyebrows up to his hairline, jaw dropped in disbelief. "Seven's no! I'll be making the cure myself; I have zero faith in you two."

"You two are to write a 10,000 word long report about the potion and I expect it on my desk by tomorrow." The professor pressed a boney finger against the cover, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Oh, and I trust that you'll keep my pup safe. You know the consequences if I find even a single hair missing from their head." The two watched helplessly as Crewel walked away, his sharp heels clicking against the floor.

"Man. What's with him." Ace grumbled, flinging the book at Deuce who easily caught it with one hand.

"Deuce, what'cha say we just head to Ramshackle?" Ace hummed, nudging your unconscious form with his foot. He hadn't even bothered with picking you up. Opting to just leave you sprawled out on the cold tiles.

Ace was truly the most friend ever.

"Interesting…" Deuce muttered, clasping a hand around his chin. Ace raised his brow, peeking over his friend's shoulder to read the text on the yellowed pages.

"One of the cures listed here is…"

✩—RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

"A True Love's Kiss…?" Riddle trailed off before scowling at his two dorm members. Just what sort of shenanigans were they pulling now?

He lowered his teacup slowly while frowning and blinking incoherently. "Could this be another one of your pitiful attempts at a joke?"

"Why the hell would we joke about his?" Ace whined.

Riddle shook his head, walking over to your unconscious form draped over Deuce's shoulder like a stack of potatoes. Checking your temperature, he pressed his hand against your forehead and tsk'd at the heat.

For a split second, his eyes briefly wandered over to your lips.

What if…

Snapping out of it, Riddle stepped back with his burning pink cheeks.

"What utter nonsense. Hand me that book, I can brew the potion myself." Riddle said, pulling his gloves off before he then motioned for Deuce to pass him the book.

"Ah yeah…about that-" Ace chuckled, folding his arms behind his head. "Crewel didn't allow any of us to make the cure…so you're kinda our only hope."

The part where Crewel promised to produce the cure was purposefully left out by Ace. In truth, there really was no reason for Riddle to kiss you other than to serve as Ace's entertainment but hush now Riddle didn't have to know that.

"Well them, pray tell, what makes you think I should take the role of Prince Charming? "

"You get that disgusting dopey look on your face when you see them." Ace smirked.

"I-I do not!" Riddle shouted, face turning a deep cherry-red. Ace laughed, pointing at Riddle's flushed cheeks. "See?! You're turning into a tomato!"

"How are we certain that they even like me back?!"

"Ugh! Stop being a coward! You'll never know if you don't try!"

They began arguing anew, flinging insult after insult at one other. Deuce sighs and places you down on the couch in the lounge. He knew that if they continued their screaming, nothing would be done. It's was time he took things into his own hands.

Deuce grabs Riddle by the arm, dragging him towards you. The redhead turns to him, demanding the first-year to let go but Deuce only shakes his head. "I'm sorry house warden, I'll bear the brunt of your punishment later but I need to fix what I did."

"No-! W-Wait-" Riddle sputters, digging his feet into the ground. "I-I can't possibly-How unconsensual!-"

"Whoops!" Ace seizes the opportunity to shove the redhead forward, causing his lips to meet with yours.

"?!" Riddle stills for a few seconds, his calloused palms resting on your cheeks. Peering at you through shaky lashes, Riddle snaps out of his lovesick stupor and jolts back. His face blooming into an even deeper red than thought possible.

"R..iddle…?" His heart hammers against his ribcage as you flutter your eyes open, blinking up at him. The press and warmth of your lips still remained and a million of thoughts raced through his head. One of them seemed to echo louder than the rest.

At his lips’ touch you blossomed like a rose and the cure was complete, bringing the enchantment to an end. He was your 'True Love'?

Riddle hesitantly cradled your body, assisting you in sitting up. He coughed, averting his eyes to the ground, unable to meet yours.

"I apologize for the unsolicited kiss however, seeing as how my feelings are returned." He turned to you, clasping your hand tight in his. "I would like to court you properly. H-How does lunch tomorrow at noon sound?"

✩— LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

"…so that's why I dumped them onto ya' bed." Ruggie yawned, extending his arms over his head.

There you were, curled up against Leona's king-sized bed, clutching one of his pillows tight in your arms. Blissfully oblivious to the fact that your friends abandoned you, placing you in the clutches of a hyena and at the mercy of a lion.

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"So, since Leona's a prince and all, that 'True Love Kiss' stuff could totally work with him, right?" Ace grinned, placing his hands on his hips. "I've read 'bout it in fairy tales all the time! The prince kisses the girl and boom!"

"How'd desperate are ya' to go running to Leona for help?" Ruggie sniggered, grabbing a handful of dry clothes off of the clothesline.

Really, it was both pitiful and humorous at the same time. The two chose to cast the irritable, hot-headed lion as the Prince Charming in their decrepit fairy tale.

Let's be honest, when you hear the term "charming," the first thing that came to mind was not Leona Kingscholar.

Adjusting the laundry basket, he propped it against his hip, Ruggie tapped his chin and pondered. "I can help but it'll come with a price…"

Deuce rushed forward, shoving a box of donuts into Ruggie's free hand. "Will this cover it?!"

Whistling, Ruggie flicked the box open. His eyes gleamed seeing all the tooth-rotting pastries heaped atop each other.

A sly grin stretched across his face.

"Deal."

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After Ace and Deuce handed you over to Ruggie, the hyena unceremoniously barged into Leona's room and all but threw you onto the bed.

"True Love's Kiss? Do those things even exist?" Leona scoffed, tossing a blanket over your form. Ruggie shrugged, heading out of Leona's room. "Dunno but since you two like each other, I figured you would wanna help."

Leona rolled his eyes, glancing at you. Your face was shoved against the pillow, a leg hooked over it. Well, by the looks of it, you seemed pretty comfortable. There was no harm in letting you stay for a bit.

"Shihshishi good luck on your love life." Ruggie grinned, sending Leona a thumbs up before slamming the door close.

"Damn hyena…" Leona grumbled, plopping down next to your sleeping body. His gaze poured over your skin, gliding across the contour of your jawline before settling on your lips. Leona softly pushed down on your lips with his thumb, parting them ever so slightly.

"So, you need a True Love's Kiss…" Leona whispered, leaning in, eyes fluttering close. "I better be the only one, herbivore."

His lips pressed firmly against yours, a hand propped under your chin to keep your head up. The kiss was unusually delicate and tender for someone of his nature, such a stark contrast to his gruff personality. Leona moved closer and his hair fell over his shoulders, chestnut locks draping across your chest. Within a few minutes, Leona drew back to see if you had awakened.

You stirred, bleary eyes blinking open and he smirked. Pride swelled in his chest as he leaned down to kiss you again, his tail curling around your waist.

"You're all mine, huh?"

✩— AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

"Man, just how strong are you eels?!" Ace growled, banging his fists against Floyd's back. Both of the Heartslabyul boys were slung over Floyd's shoulder, his grip on them tight and unfaltering.

Beside him, Deuce was kicking around, trying (and failing) to get the merman's grip on him to loosen. Suddenly, one of Deuce's kicks hit Floyd square in the jaw and the eel growled.

"Neh~ Squirm around some more and I'll snap both of your legs off." Floyd grinned, his bright sharp teeth on full display. Although hesitant, the threat seemed to work as the two boys stilled, not wishing to lose their ability to walk any time soon.

"Now, Floyd, there's no need for such aggression." Jade chuckled as he approached the group with you in his arms. Unlike Floyd's manhandling, you were carried in a firm bridal carry, treated as if you were a precious piece of china or rather…an offering.

"We just got word on the prefect's condition." Jade shut his eyes, placing a hand against his chest in faux sympathy. "How unfortunate that they've succumbed to such a fate. However, lucky for you we found a solution."

"Ya need a Prince Charming right~? Well, let's have Azul do it!" Floyd cheered, slamming the two boys down onto the ground. Ace groaned, cradling his back and squinting at the tweels. "You think you can drag me into another one of those contracts?! I'm not stupid!"

"Oh, you're mistaken. This one is free of charge, no strings attached." Jade chuckled.

"Yeah…I don't really believe that." Deuce muttered.

"Why're you so damn stubborn?! Can't we just hand shrimpy to Azul? I'm sick of seeing him makin' those dumb goo goo eyes." Floyd whined.

The eel yanked you from Jade's arms and stomped up to Azul's office. He kicked the door down, nearly knocking it off its hinges.

Jolting, Azul accidentally spilled ink all over his papers. The delicate fine print he spent hours painstakingy writing by hand dissolved into large blots of ink. His eye twitched as he grit his teeth, snapping his head up to meet Floyd's gaze.

"Floyd. What in the great seven's are you—?!" Azul was cut off when the eel plopped your dozing body onto his lap. It took the octo-mer a few seconds before he registered just what happened, cheeks burning a bright crimson when he realized you were pressed up snug against his chest.

"It's your lucky day, Azul~! You get to play Prince Charming!" Floyd sang as he made his way to the door. "Shrimpy here got cursed because of Mackerel and Crab so now you have to kiss them!"

Kiss…? Azul's mind went haywire but before he could speak any further, Floyd slithered out of the room and slammed the door shut.

It's not that he doesn't believe in the cure; love is a strong thing, and he's read that it can break even the most powerful curses. Even so, how could he promise that you'd wake up?

Azul pressed a hand behind your head, trying to calm his beating heart. Did you even acknowledge his feelings?

"True Love's kiss…Well, it wouldn't hurt to try." He murmurs, raising a trembling hand to rest against your cheek. He leans down and lightly presses his lips against yours, ever so clumsy, before checking for any reactions.

Azul stares down on your drowsy body as your eyes flicker open. He stares at you owlishly before breaking into a giddy grin.

"Prefect, s-seeing as how I'm your True Love-" Azul hastily unlocked his top desk drawer, pulling out a fancy piece of paper and handing it to you. "Let's make it official with a contract."

"..."

Blinking, you looked down and read the text on the paper. Azul smiled at you expectantly, nudging a pen towards your direction.

"Azul, this is an engagement contract…?"

"Precisely."

✩— KALIM AL ASIM:

Jamil peered at Kalim through a crack in the slightly-ajar door. Seeing the poster boy for the golden-retriever personality sulking was truly a rare sight. Kalim had his head buried in his hands, kneeling by his bed which had your sleeping form atop it.

"What did you tell him?!" Jamil hissed, whipping his head around to glare at both Ace and Deuce.

"W-We just told him how we needed a Prince Charming's kiss to break the spell…" Deuce trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. "…we figured since he was related to royalty, he could break it."

"He must have misunderstood it then." Jamil sighed, slipping into the dark room. So dark in fact that he could barely make out the silhouette of his dorm leader. Kalim had shut the drapes so tightly that not a single ray of sunshine could strike through his bedroom. How…dramatic.

"Kalim, what's the matter…?" Jamil approached the young boy, placing his hand atop Kalim's shoulder. He didn't miss the sight of the pure gold jewelry hastily draped across your neck or the iris bouquet in your hands. Well…it was evident who all those were from. You looked like you came straight out of a Scarabian version of Snow White.

"J-Jamil!" Kalim wailed, screwing his eyes shut as thick globs of tears ran down his flushed puffy face. The vice dorm leader sighed and reached for a tissue box, which he handed to the distraught boy. Kalim snatched a fistful of tissues and blew his nose loudly.

"The prefect is cursed to sleep forever-! A-And I couldn't find the cure!" He cried out in anguish. Jamil squinted his eyes. "Kalim, in case you forgot, the cure is-"

"I know! Prince Charming's kiss!" Kalim interrupted, wiping away his tears with the back of his arm making Jamil grimace. "I sent out hundreds of search parties but he hasn't been found!"

Jamil paused.

Ah. In foresight, he really should have seen this coming…

Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath to get his irritation under control. He reached for the hood of Kalim's shirt and yanked him back. Hissing into his ear, the snake spat. "Kalim, the Prince Charming is you."

"Wh-Whgat?" Kalim sniffed, his voice muffled and hoarse from his crying.

"You. You're the prince charming." Jamil groaned, running a hand over his face.

Kalim started at Jamil for a minute or two, processing what his friend just said. Eventually, he broke out into a wide smile and happy laughter.

Wasting no time, he was quick to swoop you into his arms, drawing you into a clumsy yet endearing kiss. It only took a few seconds before your eyes blinked open. He pulled away but not before pressing another quick peck on your cheek.

"So, I'm your prince charming, huh?" Kalim beamed, sending a you a silly toothy grin. He leaned down and peppered your flushed face with kisses once more, making you feel like your head was about to explode.

"Y-Yeah-" You shot him a bashful yet thankful smile.

Filled with happiness, the teen jumped to his feet and drew you into his arms. He lifted you up by the waist and spun you around, his loud laughter echoing out through the room.

"I'm so glad! Ah! But I still have to cancel all those search parties though…"

✩—VIL SCHOENHEIT:

"Tsk. This is what I said about hanging out with those hooligans potato." Vil scowled, seething in rage and looking as if he was just about to hex both Ace and Deuce for this accident. "It'll only bring you trouble."

After he was informed of the incident by Rook, he wasted no time in whisking you away from your two incompetent friends and claiming he would care for you himself. Like hell he was letting you stay in that shabby dorm of yours.

Vil eased you into a luxurious bed in one of Pomefiore's spare rooms, draping a delicate lilac blanket around your torso. His palms brushed up against your brow, softly smoothing out the creases along your brow line.

Dspite the color vanishing from your cheeks and the once bright visage that made you look so vibrant losing it's glow, Vil believed you to be ethereal.

"True Love's Kiss can wake her from the spell." Vil murmured, reading off of a page in the book Deuce handed to him.

"Hmph, if I had a Madol for everytime that was listed as a cure." This wasn't the first time he'd heard of such a thing. Vil has spend hours pouring over potionology books and you'd be surprised at just how many spells and curses have it mentioned. A tad bit overrated if you asked him.

"Though there will be no need for a Prince Charming, potato." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small vial filled with a glimmering silver liquid.

The liquid swished around in the bottle, sparkling brightly. As you've probably guessed, this was the cure. Vil wasn't appointed Pomefiore's dorm leader for nothing. If he could make one of the most potent poisons this campus has ever seen then he surely knew how to make a cure as simple as this. It was mere child's play.

"The potion will suffice. Even a single drop is enough to wake you." He twisted the bottle open, gently grabbing a hold of your jaw to part your lips. He leaned down, holding the bottle over your face before pausing.

"As if I'd need True Love's Kiss to prove myself." Vil scoffed, eyes latching onto your face, his gaze intense yet warm. He tipped the bottle down, allowing a single drop to fall into your mouth before capturing your lips with his in a tender yet feverish kiss.

Vil eventually pulled away and hummed seeing the color and flush return to your skin. His fingers combed through your disheveled hair, undoing any knots. Your eyes fluttered open and Vil huffed, gliding his fingers along your flushed cheeks.

"Your skin is far too puffy, an unfortunate side effect of the cure. Worry not, I'll go grab a facemask for you." Vil pushed himself off of the bed, heels clicking against the floor as he marched out of the room. "A spa day is just what you need after another incident, potato."

It was all thanks to his potion that were you able to wake, he tells himself. Vil Schoenheit was not one for fairytales or wishing. He knew that he didn't need some magical curse or wish to win you over. No, he was confident he could accomplish it on his own.

As Vil eases the translucent mask onto your face, you smile brightly at him and his chest blooms in a sudden warmth.

Yes, it was definitely the potion.

✩—IDIA SHROUD:

"S-seriously, w-wh-hy me? Do I look like a Prince Charming to y-you?" Idia groaned, trying to shut the door but Ace stuck his foot through the opening. "Knock it off with the grin, geez… Weirdo…"

"We know you both have romantic feelings for each other!" Deuce shouted, holding you in his arms. "We really need your help!"

Idia shrieked, hair burning up slightly. He could barely hold eye contact with you for 3 seconds, what makes these two think that he could even survive kissing you? The poor boy would end up melting into a puddle of sad gooey awkwardness.

"J-Just wait until C-Crewel finishes the potion!" Idia shouted, shoving Ace away and slamming the door shut. His chest heaved up and down as he pressed his back against the door, arms awkwardly splayed to his sides, scrambling to keep the door shut.

His eyes ripped wide in panic when Ace continued to pound at the door, calling his name. "C'mon, Idia! Most people would take this as a great opportunity to win their crush over you know!"

"NOPE, NOPE, NOPE. COUNT ME OUT. I'M NOT GOING DOWN THE ROMANCE ROUTE." Idia vehemently shook his head, burying his face into the fabric of his shirt.

Ortho laughed silently, heading over to his distressed brother who looked like he was about to pop a vein. Scratch that, he probably already has.

"Big brother, didn't you and the prefect already go on a date?" Orthro said, tilting his head up to meet Idia's shaky gaze. "Why the big deal? It's just a small kiss."

"Th-That was different! I-I-It was a gaming session through a screen!" Idia sinked to the floor, curling up into a ball. He sobbed pathetically. "I could barely even keep my composure-No way am I surviving IRL."

"Yeah but they need you right now. You may not be Prince Charming but I'm sure the prefect would prefer you over any other." Ortho whispered, placing a hand atop Idia's own. The dorm leader's lip quivered, newfound courage blooming in his chest. He shakily stood up, knees wobbling from his nerves.

"…They need me."

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"I'm telling you Deuce, this guy's hopeless." Ace sighed, lips drawn into a thin line as he casually leaned against the door. Deuce frowned, lightly kicking Ace's shin. "Don't say such things about our senior!"

"Oh yeah? But he's-Argh! " Ace yelped falling backwards as the door abruptly opened. With a grunt, he landed on his back and found himself staring up at Idia's flushed face.

"Alright, n-normies. I-I-I'll d-d-do it."

Idia stepped aside and let Deuce enter his room. Anxiously fiddling with his hands, Idia watched the first-year carefully set you on his bed before stepping out of the room.

"We'll leave everything to you!" The two scurried away and Ortho also excused himself, leaving to give you two privacy. Idia stood in the middle of his room, a great distance away from you.

Alright, he could do this. It was just a simple little kiss, no biggie.

Hovering his shaky hands over your cheeks, Idia leaned over your form. His breath fanning across your face as he moved in, delicately brushing his lips against yours.

Your hands snaked around his neck, drawing him in deeper making the boy squeak. Pulling away, Idia averted his gaze, voice small and meek.

"H-Hey you. You're finally awake…"

✩—MALLEUS DRACONIA:

In a tall tower atop Diasomnia, an ominious green glow was emanating from an open window. Thick towering brambles, thorns, and vines wrapped itself around the brooding dorm. In the sky, claps of lightning and thunder flashed amongst the darkening clouds.

"Ah…we lost the prefect." Deuce deadpanned, his gaze fixed on the overgrown thick shrubs in front of them. Ace reached for a thorn, hissing as the tip of his finger was cut.

"Yeah..it's best if we leave them to Malleus, I don't think we can even get past all of…this."

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Lilia stood in the corner watching as Malleus tenderly placed you onto the bed, the dragon fae handling you as if you were a delicate piece of glass that could break at any second.

"Ah~ Are you going to be their Prince Charming? Khee hee, how ador—"

"Lillia, we need more pillows. There's hardly enough here." Malleus abruptly cut in, a stern look on his face.

Lilia blinked, gaze drawn over to the bed already filled to the brim with pillows of all shapes and sizes, so much so that some of them began pooling around the floor. All evidence of Malleus' nesting instinct.

"What a tragedy. There is to be a pillow scarcity in Diasomnia because of the devastation lay upon the prefect." Lilia replied, a dramatic theatrical sigh leaving his lips. He hurried out the door to meet Malleus' requests before the storm outside worsened. The dragon fae was already aggrevated, there was no need to make things worse.

Malleus' gaze was drawn to your serene expression, his aching heart plummeting to his stomach. Bending down, he softly cradled you in his arms. "Oh, my treasure, if only I could have prevented this."

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses amongst your skin before trailing them up to your lips. Fluttering his eyes shut, Malleus wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the bed as he pressed his lips firmly against yours.

Malleus drew back to see you ogle at him with with wide eyes, your fingers having immediately shot up touch your tingling lips. Chuckling, he bent down once more to press his lips against yours. You two exchanged kisses for what seemed like hours, the press of his lips against yours leaving your lungs burning and heaving for air. At some point he slipped into bed with you, holding himself above your body with his elbows.

"Khee hee, You two know it's supposed to be a 'True Love's Kiss' not 'Kisses', right?" Lilia barged into the room, a comically large pile of pillows in his arms. Malleus growled and tossed a lamp his way, one which Lillia dodged easily. The lamp shattered against the wall behind him, scattering into fragments across the floor.

"Ah ah, there's no need to be so furious. Let me just drop these off and I'll be on my merry way." Lilia cheered, dropping the pillows by the foot of the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old bulky camera. "Might as well take pictures!"

Snarling, Malleus drew his hand back to reach for the large painting sitting above the bed. You snaked a hand around his wrist, silently begging him to not hurl another object at his bat-dad.

"My baby boy is in love-OW!"

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✩— EXTRA:

"What did I say about keeping them out of harms way." Crewel snarled through clenched teeth, sitting in the detention room with both Ace and Deuce. Ace chuckled awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well if you look on the bright side, your kid finally has a love life, so there's that!"

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Malleus taking his beloved to a beautiful forest and fucking near the flowers 🌸

scenario: s/o taking a walk in the forest with malleus at a friday night. midway through the walk, malleus starts fucking his s/o

characters involved: malleus draconia x fem s/o

tw: public sex , unprotected sex, cum, cum tasting

“s/o, you are as tight as ever.” malleus groans into your ear, pulling your hips closer to his pelvic bone as he slam his dick into you. you cried out, clawing onto his biceps, gripping onto him tightly so that you won’t fall apart.

malleus appears to be in a good mood today. you suppose is because he was finally invited to the dorm leader meeting, and even got the chance to attend the mini banquet held by kalim. after that, you and malleus would meet at 10pm and proceed to your usual night walk.

it was suppose to be just a normal night walk, with you holding his hand, exploring any ancient grounds that he would teleport the both of you to, you sharing your day with him while he does the same. today was no exception. he had brought you to the forest behind ramshackle dorm, admiring the field of roses that you and him had planted in the middle of it.

perhaps malleus’s mood appear to be too good that day. the tension got a little sexual when malleus eagerly push you down on the floor, hovering on top of you as he takes a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger.

“can i fuck you here? beside this roses that we had planted. i just thought you would look absolutely beautiful, being sprawled naked under me while i fuck you beside the flowers that we had both worked hard to nurture it.”

that question has led you back to your current predicament, with malleus harshly thrusting into your pussy, earning a wanton of moans from you. your clothes were long gone, being scattered a metre away from you. malleus was still wearing his dorm uniform, only unzipping his pants to free his throbbing cock and inserting it into you. with his large figure and long cape, it was enough to completely envelope you, preventing anyone from seeing you; other than malleus who was directly staring down at your exposed self.

“w-what if some-someone comes?”

“they wouldn’t dare.” malleus increases his pace as he feel your gummy walls convulsing around him rapidly, a sign that you are coming.

“they know better than to look at what’s mine.” malleus rolls his hips, pressing his dick onto your cervix as the both of you came together, painting each other white. your eyes were rolled back, muttering a small fuck at how good the release is. your body was slightly shaking from the release, and also being naked in the cold night air.

malleus noticed the little goosebumps forming on your skin, finally realising that you were cold with no clothes on;while he was still fully clothed, only his zipper was unzipped.

he pulls out of you, leaving you whine at the sudden loss of him. you look so vulnerable right now, being stripped naked with your legs opening wide. his dick mere inches away from your cunt as he watch the sticky substance drooling out of your hole. your breast bounces slightly as you pant, trying to catch your breath. malleus raised his right hand and plucked one of the roses from the bush. he cut off the thorns with magic and placed the rose on the left side of your ear. your face was flushed red and your rosy lips is just screaming at him to kiss you right now.

“absolutely gorgeous.” malleus breathes out, feeling proud that the masterpiece that was displayed in front of him is all his.

“mal mal, im cold…” you shivered, trying to cover your body with your hands as malleus muttered a small apology.

he helps you to dress up while sitting you down on his lap. before that, his finger went down to scoop up a little bit cum that leaked out of you, placing it in his mouth as he savour the taste of the both of you. “tasty. you and i, we are definitely matchmake in heaven.” he commented while you pout. your small fist hitting onto his shoulder, scolding him for being so flirty; cause it drives your heart a little crazier for him.

malleus only laughs as he scoop you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style while walking back to ramshackle. at times like this, he prefers to enjoy the silent night with you rather then teleporting back.

you loop your arms around malleus’s neck, placing your forehead on his right temple. “are you staying over tonight?” you asked malleus as he turns his head to kiss you on the lips. “of course. ill wash you up first and prepare some snacks for you. then, we can cuddle on the bed and do whatever you want.”

“hehe, what if i want to go for a second round?”

malleus’s eyes darken a little.

“that can be arranged.”

[catmikey]

My request is for the dorm leaders x their s/o who they find crying and clutching a half burnt photograph of their family. It's the only picture they of of them since choosing to stay in TW with them instead of going back to their world. Some jerk students decided to burn their backpack where the picture was. "I don't regret my choice, I'll choose you ever time. I love you, and where ever you are is where my home is. But I want to hold on to my memories of them too. Do you think magic can fix it

Dorm Leaders + MC's Memoribilia

This was a very cute ask, I hope that you like this work!

If you want to avoid spoilers, do not read. This work contains spoilers pertaining to the content of the series. Please also consider blocking the #spoilers for days tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Cut for length, slight cursing and also some spoilers for the boys' magical abilities. Also, slight warning: Some lines may have a yandere/possessive feel to them, so read with caution

"Love?"

There, your lover stood in horror as he watched you clutch a burnt sack, your fingers dirtied by the soot, running over a charred image of you and your family.

"I don't regret my choice, I'll choose you every time," You said, holding back your tears. "I love you, and where ever you are is where my home is."

You stood up, showing your lover the picture as you hesitated to ask. "But… I want to hold on to my memories of them too. Do you think magic can fix it?"

Malleus Draconia

Malleus hugged you, trying not to crush you. He let you cry in his arms

He wasn't sure why such a photo would hold such importance to you, but after hearing about how much your family meant to you, he wanted to try fixing it

"I… I'll try my love."

His magic wasn't inclined to this sort of thing, but he went day after day to Lilia to check if Lilia's magic would work

As for the pitiful student that burnt your bag…

Malleus does not show any mercy towards that student, shaming him in the worst way possible

The student was later found stuck on one of the towers due to a mysterious spell…

That wasn't the only part of his revenge… After all, he should return the favour since that student burnt your bag

The student was no match for his dragon flames, barely alive after roasting in Malleus' flames

"The humans call it 'an eye for an eye'… This is quite fair for burning my beloved's photo."

Riddle Rosehearts

He timidly shook his head, answering your question. He knew how much your family meant to you so he did try to preserve the photo as much as possible

He got a special frame for you to put a photo of your parents by your bedside

"I'm… I'm sorry I can't do anything YN…"

That was partially a lie. After all, he could just punish the student that did such a heinous crime

The resulting outcome was simply a student who humiliatingly lost to the Dorm Leader, with Riddle punishing him publicly on reasons of 'school property damage'

"What a disgrace… consider this punishment for breaking the rules!"

They didn't have to know the real reason, it was none of their business

As a treat, Riddle would replace everything that was burnt in the fire, and a little more, spoiling you with all your favourite treats

He had to admit, his heart would soften, remembering your promise to stay with him

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim immediately rushes to you, wiping any sort of soot off your fingers and setting the picture aside

He cried more than you did. He gazed into your eyes, trying to wipe away any tears that dared to leave your eyes

"Y-YN… Don't cry my Princess… If you cry, I… I can't help but cry too…"

He does become a little delusional, trying to find every single way to fix the photo, panicking every time his methods failed

You had to stop Kalim, and he settled for preserving the picture in a golden plaque

He wasn't done yet though, as he had to ensure this wouldn't happen again…

He was usually a kind-hearted boy, but this kind of thing pushes it over the line

"Hey, I know you're sad that I kicked you out, but next time you should consider the consequences of your actions. I'm sure you'll do great somewhere else, away from my Princess…"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul, at first, was infuriated at this sort of bullying done to his beloved. He wanted to get revenge as quickly as possible, but first he had to take care of you

When you asked if he could fix it, he immediately wanted to guarantee it, but he knew it wouldn't be easy

"Angelfish… I'll try my best for you."

He enlisted the help of the Shroud siblings to try and re-visualise how the image would've looked like

With some bare success, only a partial amount was recovered, but you were utterly grateful to Azul. You were so overwhelmed that you couldn't help but kiss your boyfriend, much to his embarrassment

Oh, but now that you were oh so happy with it, he could finally enact his plan

"Jade, Floyd. Come with me. There's a student we need to drown in debt…"

Idia Shroud

It wasn't the first or last time he'd seen some sort of harassments at school, but to this point, it was unacceptable in his eyes

He couldn't care less if that student was favoured, or had great prospects. That student was doomed

Idia glanced over your photo, patting your head as he covered you in his oversized jacket

"I can fix it!... I… I'll make you happy YN."

He was a little ashamed to admit it, but he did have a digital copy of that photo unintentionally. It must've been one of the times his drones sneaked a love letter in your bag…

Besides the point! The photo was immortalised in a digital form, to which Idia had made a special display for all the photos you thought you lost in those flames

Speaking of flames… He'd figuratively burn the student, exposing everything he could possibly find

"Hmph. Serves you right normie. Hope you don't mind me burning your stuff too."

In addition to the display, Idia spoils you by replacing all your lost items with Twisted Wonderland's high end versions, no questions asked

Leona Kingscholar

Leona wastes no time pursuing whoever burnt your bag. Before he left in rage, he gave you a peck on the forehead

He'd storm in to every classroom, interrogating whoever witnessed it. Once he'd find the student, he'd make it clear that hell was waiting for him

"Hey, I wanna get back to YN as soon as possible. So just stay still while I break your bones."

The student barely makes it alive, most likely confined to the infirmary bed. Leona doesn’t care if he gets punished, he'll probably sleep through it

He makes up for suddenly running away by inviting you to a bunch of cuddles

However, he admitted that he was scared of trying to help you fix the photo due to his magic

"Hey YN… I know I can't do anything, but I'll get a nice frame for it…"

He also splurges some money to replace everything that you lost, despite you insisting that the photo was enough

Vil Schoenheit

He was horrified at the soot on your skin, hurrying to wipe it off

"YN, oh my dear YN… I can't fix it… Come, let me clean you up."

Vil doted on you for quite awhile, soothing any anxious thoughts you had. He listened to your many stories of you and your family, and how much they meant to you

He didn't think about the cretin that did this to you initially, but after letting you drift off to sleep, he considered who could've done this to you

He gets Rook to do some investigation, and once the perpetrator came to light, Vil makes use of his influence

Knowing his supporters, they'd bring that student down through shaming him

He savours taking some petty revenge for himself, the student suffering from Vil's wrath of insults

"To think a weed like you insulted my darling… Should I? I can't let any weeds growing around my blooming YN."

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leona, azul, jade, floyd, jamil, rook, malleus x fem! reader

prompt: what happens when some of the twst boys accidentally mistake your thermometer as a positive pregnancy test?

“Is that a pregnancy test?”

It takes a moment for the thought to really sink in for Leona. Oh boy, when it sinks in though, Leona is a mess. He’s stuck between panicking and trying to keep his regal self together. He presses a hand to his forehead and scrunches his face up, looking at at the “test”. A pregnancy is a huge curveball, and it’s something he needs to take seriously.

He takes a deep breath and keeps to himself. He concludes that you’ll come to him when you’re ready. Once you do, he decides that he’ll tell you that he can make an appointment with a special doctor to get things checked out. If you’re pregnant, he’ll have to tell his family and quickly start prepping for your pregnancy and for life with a child. He isn’t sure he’s ready to be a father, but he’ll do his best!

On that note, he is a little thrilled to think that he can have a future with you. Even if it means marrying a commoner and denouncing his title, Leona would be lying if he said the thought of having a family together with you didn’t make his heart melt. A little rascal of his own, that would look just like the two of you… It almost makes him smile.

But after loads of waiting, you never come to him. He approaches you abruptly and asks about the “test” he saw on your dresser. You stare at him before pointing quizzically at the thermometer. Recognition flashes through Leona’s face, and the lion scrunches his face up again, cringing at himself while you unsuccessfully try and stifle a loud giggle.

He’ll simply tell you that if you are interested in having a child together, he’ll be waiting. He does want to have a family and a future with you, and he doesn’t think it’ll hurt to talk it through with you. This whole story will make one hell of a tale for your future kids, but for now, Leona decides that he’s going to need a cold shower to calm all of his racing thoughts.

The blood drains from Azul’s face, and he wonders if he’s going to faint right there and then. Azul does feel a light-headed, and he has to steady himself by shaking his head out a little and readjusting his glasses. He’ll stay quiet for a moment before a small smile blooms on his face. He’s definitely shaken by the sudden news, but he takes it with grace.

Azul will call for you and tell you to sit down on the couch in his office. It isn’t good for an expecting mother to be standing around so much. What if you strain yourself? He’ll rush over to assist you onto the couch, fussing over you and asking if everything is alright. He really doesn’t know how to take the news, but he tries his best to be positive. He is excited, but he’s a little caught off guard.

He’ll kiss your forehead and take your hand in his. He’ll definitely try to launch a more serious talk with you about what to do in the future, now that things have to be taken in a much more mature matter to ensure your safety. He’ll explain that even if he is a little scared and uncertain, he’ll do all he can to be there for you and to assist you through the stages of the pregnancy.

He’ll show you the “test” he found, and you’ll have to explain that it’s a thermometer while biting back a laugh. It’s an honest mistake; Azul doesn’t know much about pregnancy tests and thermometers, given that he didn’t grow up on land. His face turns as red as a tomato, and he’ll bury his face in his hands, trying not to melt into a puddle right in front of you.

He might sulk in his octopus pot a little. You’ll have to cheer him up with some kisses and friend snacks and promise not to scare him again. Azul wants nothing more than to be a supportive boyfriend to you, but he’s so terribly embarrassed! But after some time, he’ll slink out of the pot, craving your attention and clinging to you. He’s still a little mad, but he’ll easily forgive you after a few well-deserved cuddles.

Jade isn’t one to invade your privacy often, but you gave him permission to clean your room. While organizing your desk, a little gadget catches his eye. He’s heard of these things known as pregnancy tests that humans use to gage success in reproduction, and when he sees a bunch of numbers flashing on it, he mistakenly assumes that you’re pregnant. He snatches the “test” up in a flash, wanting to see you.

Jade’s eyes light up. He’s enchanted. He loves unexpected turns, and while he knows pregnancy isn’t most land-dwellers’ idea of a good wrench in plans, the thought of having a child with you makes Jade ooze with delight. He’s a surprisingly possessive man, and what better way to show the world your love for one another than with a little baby?

He’ll brew up a cup of tea and some healthy snacks before fetching for you. He’ll sit you down and let you eat before sliding you the thermometer and asking what this is about. You’ll stare blankly at the thermometer, your cheeks stuffed, before you tell him that it’s a thermometer. Now, it’s Jade’s turn to blankly stare at you, not registering his mistake at all.

You’ll have to explain the difference between a pregnancy test and a thermometer to him. Reproduction and pregnancy for merfolk is vastly different from that in humans, so Jade had absolutely no idea that he was confusing two unique objects up. You can feel your face heating up as you shyly sort things out, and when realization sinks in, you catch a blush dusting Jade’s cheeks.

He’ll give an embarrassed laugh, waving it off and apologizing profusely for his mistake. My, what a rookie move that was. You don’t think too much of it, your focus being on the healthy snacks he’s prepared for you (thinking that you were pregnant), and telling him to just be careful in the future.

Floyd barges into your room often, usually on the hunt for clothes or pillows that he could steal from you. One day, a curious device catches his eye, your thermometer that you had left on your pillow before going to class. Floyd knows Azul briefly went over human reproduction before coming to Night Raven College, and the eel gasps when he mistakenly discovers your “pregnancy test”.

He snatches it up, like his twin brother, and goes barrelling out of your room. He’ll immediately hunt you down and thrust the “test” into your hands and squeal about how he’s going to be a dad! Oh, he’s so excited to have a family with lots and lots of kids with his dear Shrimpy, and he’ll coo about how he can’t wait to have more kids, all while hugging you tightly.

You’ll take one look at the thermometer before realizing his mistake. You’ll wait for him to get the cuddles out of his system before interrupting him, telling him that you’re not pregnant. Floyd will cock his head and frown, asking you for clarification. Is the “test” he brought you not proof enough? Do you not want babies with him? Is he not a good enough mate for you?

You’ll have to frantically explain the difference between a pregnancy test and a thermometer to keep Floyd from wreaking havoc. He’ll pout when he realizes that you’re not actually having a baby and demand some more hugs. He dreams of having a big, happy family with you, and he was so excited thinking that you two were finally going to make that dream a reality!

He’ll cheer up fairly quickly and pat your head. He’ll cheerfully promise you that he’ll definitely have a family with lots of mini-Shrimpies with you someday! He loves you soooo much, and he can’t wait to pour all of his love onto you and to show the world the fruition of his affections. Just the thought is enough to make him giggle happily and skip off to go do something else.

Jamil’s good at picking up silent cues and body language, so verbal communication isn’t something that you two always need to get things done. One day, he finds that you’re rather distant, locking yourself up in your room or skipping meals to go do whatever you’re doing. He gives you space; he understands that people need room to do things.

He notices an odd object laying around on the table though. You aren’t one to leave things lying around, so he takes a closer look, deciding that you’re trying to hint at something. His stomach does a flip when he sees the “pregnancy test”, and everything starts to catch up with him. Were you being distant because you didn’t know how to deliver the news?

Jamil doesn’t bring it up until dinner. When you’re chowing down on some of the food he made for you, he slowly tests the waters. He hums about how he doesn’t have plans to have a family in the future but that he isn’t entirely opposed to it, trying to gauge your reactions. You shrug it off and continue eating, and he facepalms inwardly at his attempt.

He’ll eventually come forward and ask about the pregnancy test he found on your table. You blink a few times before asking if he means the thermometer. Turns out, you were in a rush while packing up in the morning and accidentally left it laying around on the table before you left for class. And that was when he had discovered it and jumped to the conclusion that you were pregnant.

Part of Jamil is relieved that it was just a scare, and another part of him is a little embarrassed by his mistake. He’ll apologize for overstepping and return back to chatting about other things with you over dinner. Pregnancy is a huge step, and he makes a mental note to himself to be more careful about things in the future to avoid awkward moments like this.

Rook, much like Floyd, constantly prods around in your business. He has nothing to hide from you (or so he claims), and he wants there to be no secrets between you two! You don’t really mind; all he does is roll around in your bed or read a book or two in your room when he usually barges in to hang out in your room. Rook’s just an over-enthusiastic boyfriend.

Rook is rifling through your bookcase when he sees the thermometer laying on one of the shelves. Intrigued, he snatches it up, wondering if it holds any secrets to your heart. He nearly drops it when it beeps and flashes a couple of lines. Rook gasps, his hands flying to his mouth as he mistakes the lines as the positive sign on a pregnancy test.

The hunter scurries out of your room, tucking the thermometer into his robes as he hunts you down. He tracks you down and grabs your shoulders, shaking you rigorously as he blurts out to ask if you’re pregnant. You shriek and push him away, asking if he’s lost his mind. Rook is just as confused as you are, and he cocks his head to the side.

He brings out the thermometer and hurriedly questions you about what this is. Now, it’s your turn to grab Rook by the shoulders and shake him, scolding him for making such a stupid mistake. It’s a thermometer, not a pregnancy test! You can feel your face heating up, and you sigh, pressing your face against his chest and praying that the blush on your face fades soon.

Rook apologizes profusely to you, cradling you in his arms and sobbing for your forgiveness. He does everything he can to make it up to you: bringing you fresh wildflowers or writing you cards with poetry in them. It’s endearing, and he genuinely wants you to forgive. Eventually, you two can move on past it, treating it as simply a funny memory for you two to share.

Malleus is admittedly an awkward lover, and he takes being with you very seriously. The topic of your future and your relationship is nothing foreign, and you two talk about it fairly often. Malleus muses about everything you told him to himself as he waits for you to come back from classes. He’s seated at the edge of your bed, when something catches his eye.

It’s a little contraption, sitting on your dresser innocently. He wonders what it is, picking it up and observing it. He isn’t too familiar with all these newfangled human gadgets, and he racks his head for what Lilia told him about objects that look like these. Hot panic shoots through his body when he recognizes the object as a “pregnancy test”, and the fae gasps when he accidentally turns it on.

To think you were with his child! He knew that he loved you dearly and that he wanted to have a baby with you one day, this was still such a surprise. Malleus stood there, a little stunned and blushing happily to himself as he thought of how lovely it would be to have you as his dear wife and to hold and coo at his future child with you. An heir was expected of him anyways, so this was perfect!

When you return from classes, he sits down next to you and tells you that he’s ready to help you if you ever need anything. He doesn’t mention the pregnancy at all, so naturally, you just assume he’s being supportive and wave him off with a quick word of thanks. Malleus looks so incredibly crestfallen when you do that, enough to make you wonder if you’ve accidentally done something offensive in fae language or something to make him frown like that.

He asks about the baby and explains the “test” he found. You burst out laughing and explain to him between fits that it’s a thermometer, a tool used to measure temperature, and that you’re not pregnant at all. Malleus is a tad bit disappointed but flustered at this, and he buries his head into his hands, sighing dramatically. He gives you a quick apology before running off to mull over everything in his room.

[catmikey]

cw: yandere, isolation, forced imprisonment, kidnapping mentions, mdni. diluc and his complex. mentions of phys. harm but not from diluc. dubcon ment. pregnancy ment. afab reader. slight ooc on dilucs end.

blank blogs and minors dni

not my best work but the plot bunnies were working (part two might come)

You don't sleep often anymore and it worries him - you pace late at night, mumbling to yourself like some madwoman and he thinks of hiring the best physicians to see if you are okay. But the last time he did that, that had you upset and telling him to fuck off. He'd saved you, he tells himself, from the people who hit and made you cry.

Diluc misses your energy now - your spark, the thing that vindicated him and irritated him and...the only reminder you were still alive.

"Beloved, it is late." he tells you, unable to avert his eyes from your bosom, swallowing heavily as a familiar hunger overtakes him. Indecently dressed - no, appropriately dressed for bed time. But yet...he makes a mental note to have the maids get rid of all these outfits that show off too much.

Nobody else is allowed to see you in such clothes if you insist on pacing the halls like some poltergeist. You do not respond, only stepping past him to continue your nightly, hours long path.

"Bed, my beloved. You will see the sun in the morning."

"I can't sleep." you tell him, bluntly. "I cannot go outside, you have me under lock and key - I simply wish to move about."

"I allow you to help Adelinde with the chores indoors." he argues and draws in a deep breath. No - no, he won't fall for your bait. The bait that has you feeling self righteous and angrier, ammo for arguments later. "Is that not enough?"

"No! It's barely anything! Dusting here and there, organize the shelves. You never have me do tasks that could cause even just a bruise!" You're tired, sleep deprived. Energetic, yet feeling sluggish and exhausted.

And Diluc stares at you. It's a disconnected thought.

"Come back to bed with me love, we'll figure it out." There's distrust in your eyes but you obey, because arguing while you're tired gives him an advantage. Archons, forgive him because you won't.

When your head hits the pillow after you accept a drink from him - resigned, accepting, incapable of fighting at this time - he's relieved to find that you're even more tired.

"Love, I know a way to...get what we both want." Archons, forgive him.

"If - if we have sex," you murmur, understanding in your tired state. "Will I earn more privileges?"

"Yes." It's half a lie.

And he repeats, Archons forgive him.

Diluc marvels at your wet heat at first penetration - he wants to stay like this but can't. If this goes on too long, you will get upset. At least, for now, he has you.

Your privileges come with how much you're willing to agree to - and outside is precious, so you agree to a lot. You still barely sleep, but your pacing as stopped and he has you in his arms every night.

Your mouth is always soft and warm, and the perfumes from your baths are always enticing for him - his favorite scents. How he adores you.

Red marks on your neck - you complain he bites too much. You complain about him cumming inside. But you moan sweetly for him. Nicely. Desperately. Your breasts are starting to swell and there's all the telltale signs.

And yet -

All good things come to an end - when you are in tears as your growing belly, all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. Diluc is elated. He's always wanted children.

He ignores your little no's as he kisses you more - after all, your freedom has come at a price and he is not a man who breaks promises.

[catmikey]

"I want a baby"

Twisted Wonderland Characters x S/O Reader

you text your S/O that you want a baby. this is their response.

how you want to have the baby is completely up to you. giving birth, stealing da baby, adopting, etc. (g/n reader)

✧ Riddle: "Excuse me? If this is one of your stupid pranks, I'm blocking you again."

✧ Ace: "will you be the one taking care of it?"

✧ Deuce: "you wanna know what, maybe painting the roses isn't as bad as taking care of a tiny child"

✧ Cater: "i am the baby."

✧ Trey: "Yes, but in the future. I'll make sure we are both stable before we can have as many children as we want. They will be a lot of time, effort, and responsibility, but I assure you, we'll both be wonderful parents."

✧ Leona: "no you don't."

✧ Ruggie: "eh, too much work"

✧ Jack: "Ask me again in 10,000 years."

✧ Azul: "Sure, but you're paying for it."

✧ Jade: "No...at least not yet ;)"

✧ Floyd: "Eh, perfect timing! I was about to pick up some supplies for the Monstro Lounge! Do you want me to snatch a baby too?"

✧ Kalim: "Yes, Yes! How many do you want? :D I would love to have manyfwaoefewohsbe Hello, this Jamil. For the love of the Great Seven, don't have any babies. Now, please stop convincing Kalim that having children is great idea when you both can't even keep a normal sleep schedule. Thank you."

✧ Jamil: "We already have one and his name is Kalim."

✧ Vil: "No."

✧ Rook: "Oui! Of course, my dear~ How many do you want? I want four! Two boys and two girls! Ah, just thinking about it makes my heart flutter! ^^"

✧ Epel: "the fuck? are you high or something?"

✧ Idia: "ew, responsibilities"

✧ Malleus: "I would be more than happy to have a baby with you, Beastie. Although, now is not a good time considering we're both still young and in school. Maybe when we graduate and settle down, we can definitely have a little bundle of joy! But if you desire to have one right now, I can arrange a few things with Lilia."

✧ Lilia: "Why, of course, my dear~ It would be so adorable for Silver to have a younger sibling! He always gushed about having one back when he was so small. Sigh. I forget how little they are until they start growing up so fast."

✧ Silver: "I just asked Father. He said he's fine with it as long as he can babysit it. So yes, we can have one."

✧ Sebek: "Huh?! You dare to ask me for a child, you human!! Absolutely not! Who's going to protect the Young Master if we're busy taking care of a tiny human?!"

[catmikey]

KINKTOBER DAY 2: ISAGI YOICHI + VOYEURISM.

♡ tags ; afab + gender neutral reader (reader wears panties + has boobs. no gendered language), implied noncon voyeurism (noncon to dubcon), roomate au, mutual masturbation, aged-up characters, 18+

♡ wc ; 1.2k (keeping this short was . hard)

♡ a/n ; one of two pieces for @ficsforgaza ! i have another one out for the 19th.

its only been two days but i miss my pookies immensely. i spend so much time on here my day has felt quiet af without it lol. but no being here until the 14th 😔😔

♡ synopsis ; isagi can't help but take advantage of the fact you keep forgetting to close the door.

It was never his intent to make a habit of it.

The first time was an accident. A late realization that you hadn’t shut the door to your bedroom completely when you got out of your bath, door slightly ajar. When he went to be a half-decent room mate - you were bent over and naked, damp skin and wet hair right in his line of vision. The first time he ever saw what you kept concealed under baggy clothes and long sweatpants. His hand dropped to his side just before he could turn the knob and silently signal that he’d closed it. It was well past midnight when you took your shower, and he’s usually not home. He didn’t figure there’d be any point in announcing it so he was going to close the door.

He was just going to close the door.

Maybe you figured he wouldn’t be home and didn't bother. Maybe you didn’t sense him. But he stayed there for the duration of your post bath routine - half-hard and chest heaved, guilt weighing on his conscience as your fingers smoothed lotion into your skin. As you bent over to reach for your clothes, showing off whats between your legs before you slid your shorts on to go to sleep. He only left after he was sure you were done, crept quietly to his bedroom as not to alert you.

When he came back to his room, he mostly felt ashamed. He did his usual routine, turned off the lights, and went to bed. Laid in the dark with his heart pounding and a dull throb between his legs. He absolved the feeling by assuring to himself that it would be one off and using that to lull himself asleep.

You’re roomates, so you saw each other the next morning like normal. Ate breakfast, talked before he went back to practice, asked if he would be home for dinner and if he would - what he wanted to eat. He pushed it out of the forefront of his mind when he had to reply. Managed to act normal.

But when he’d left for practice, he was dizzy with lust. Knowing all your curves and outlines and stretchmarks made him so hard he could barely stand, back to the door of your apartment with his heart up in his throat.

He went to practice to sweat it off, worked extra hard to push it out of his mind. He'd done that for weeks.

It worked until he inevitably came home to you every night - until he started to take notice of how often you make these little careless mistakes. It was an accident at best. You had no idea he’d seen you that way. Or that every time you bent over to reach for something, he pictured bare legs and soft cunt on display - something arousing about even your most innocuous gestures.

He didn’t intend to make a habit of it, but he couldn’t get it off his mind. You didn’t know. He liked that you didn't know. You smiled, spoke, laughed with him as usual. Nothing had to change between you or be ruined, if he got to curb any stronger desires by letting himself look when he wasn’t supposed too.

Isagi learns almost against his will, you frequently leave your door slightly open when he’s not supposed to be home. He starts coming home earlier just to affirm it.

You’re not always naked, but sometimes you are - in which he always stays to watch you until you dress. Most other times, you’ve taken your pants off and you lay on your stomach, with your ass facing the door. He usually stays to see that too. Your panties are always thin and cute - and rarely cover up what he's most interested.

He never risks doing anything about it in the door way. He always waits until he’s back in his room. Shuts his door, leans against it with the clothes he wears to practice still on - shirt clamped between his teeth as he rubs his cock raw to the sight of you. Dizzy with want, despite himself. Hard enough for one time to not be enough.

Until now, he’s never gotten so lucky as to catch you masturbating, which is also why he’s never risked doing the same - only a few feet away.

Isagi feels his chest grow tight with want as he watches you through the crack of you’re door. A towel underneath you as you ride a silicone toy with your ass up and face down. You’ve got something else pushed against your clit, a vibrator whirring as your hips buck up every time you move back down.

You’re at an angle so you can lay forward on a pillow, arm underneath with your face pressed into it. It’s not enough to muffle the noise as you move your hips on instinct, rocking up and down to get the right pace as you fuck yourself.

Isagi is so fucking hard. So hard, he can barely breathe. His hand is wrapped around his cock without shame, arousal making him lightheaded as he watches you slowly move against it - moaning loudly. He can see everything. How wet you are, how your soft cunt clings so tight to the silicone toy, how your arms shake as you hold the vibrator at an angle to make sure it keep contact with your over sensitive clit.

You make yourself cum once. Slam your hips down, tensed thighs trembling as your free hand holds onto the sheet underneath you. He slows his hand, takes a deep breath and waits for you to stop before he turns to leave.

But you only pause, brief - to let yourself take in some air before turning up the intensity and fucking yourself even harder.

Isagi barely suppresses a groan. He spits quietly into the palm of his hand and fists his shaft - fucking his fist as he watches you fuck yourself again and again. You look pretty when you get off, sound even prettier - moaning soft until you get closer to your peak again and gradually get louder. He pictures joining. Replacing your toy with his cock until you’re bent over with your face in the bed - his hand holding up your vibrator so he can feel you cum on his cock again and again. How nice and wet your pretty pussy would be squeezing the cum from him, how deep he’d fuck himself inside of your tight hole like he’s been imagining for all the months he’s been watching you. He doesn’t have to touch you to know your pussy would be so perfect for him. Doesn’t have to guess what you would look like - tits bouncing as you ride his dick and whine his name.

He’s so busy thinking about it, he thinks hearing his name slip from your mouth as you push yourself to the edge twice is nothing more than a fantasy. An illusion of his own desire.

But then he hears it again, a lot louder - as you tense, just before cumming again.

“Isagi,” You whine. His cock twitches hard, eyes blown wide as your hips halt to a stutter. “Shit, shit - Isagi, I’m cumming,”

Isagi cums in his hands instantly. Shoots thick, hot ropes of it into his fingers - barely catching it before it can hit your fucking door. His breathing erratic, heart beating hard against the cage of his ribs. Fuck. There’s no way… right?

He looks up again, to see if you’re going to stop. Or to affirm it isn’t an illusion.

And he swears you lock eyes right through the door.

[catmikey]

Can i request soup scene with nagiwagi, if you don't know what soup scene is, click or tap here, thanks you! It can be nsfw or no it's up to you!

YES! I absolutely love writing this kind of stuff. This is going to get NASTY just a fair warning for everyone. It also isn’t super long, but i very well might write a follow up when i have more time because this got me feeling a certain way LOL.  ☆〜 Mod Peko

Warnings: VERY NSFW I AM NOT JOKING, afab reader, dubcon (reader is clearly into it, but like....aphrodisiacs tread a very fine line here)

You squeeze your eyes shut and clench your thighs. Trying anything and everything to ignore the hot and heavy breathing of the rest of your classmates. What the hell is happening? It feels insane, your whole body is wriggling and writhing against absolutely nothing, your skin itches and your sex aches. You’ve never felt like this before in your life, the intensity is unbearable, your fingers dig tightly in the fabric of your skirt as you try your hardest not to start touching yourself with everyone else watching. Not that they would be particularly focussed on you.

You open one eye, curious and horny, Akane and Nekomaru are all over each other. Peko is just barely holding Mikan back and Nagito is…

A shaky breath escapes you, teetering dangerously close to being a moan as you throw your head back onto the floor and close your eyes again. You shouldn't have looked at him, that was a bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad-hng!

“Are you...okay?” 

Your eyes snap open. Nagito is leaning over you, cheeks pink, a thin line of drool running down his chin. His eyes are positivity ravenous. There's a pressure of either side of your thighs, and that’s when you notice that he is straddling you, slowly and firmly grinding his hips into yours. A moan rips through you and one of your hands starts frantically ripping your shirt open, while the other grips Nagito’s hardness through his trousers. He makes a shocked little noise and his hips buck into the palm of your hand. 

His hungry eyes trail down to where your bra is now visible through the remains of your shirt and his large hands quickly reach down to grab your breasts, massaging the sensitive flesh with his palms, “You're...so soft…” He mutters, hips stuttering against yours.

“M-more…” you force out, drool leaking out of the side of your mouth. You’re hot, it's like you're burning from the inside out. You need your clothes off, you need all of your clothes off. You manage to pull yourself up enough to reach your arms behind yourself and unclasp your bra, the feeling of your breasts finally being out in the open is a relief that you can’t even describe. Nagito’s eyes get even wider, you honestly didn't think that was possible. 

He whines, you can feel his thighs shaking around yours, and his cock jumps inside of his trousers, “I want...my mouth...please.”

He can barely speak, you can't speak at all, you just nod over and over until he finally leans down and pulls one of your nipples between his lips. You shriek. Spine arching upwards almost painfully as you try to chase the warmth of his mouth, hips grinding desperately against his hardness, trying to get closer closer closer. 

It feels so good. His tongue lathing against your aching nipple feels so good, but it isn't enough. You want more. You need more. There isn't a thought in your mind other than how much you want him, your hands are out of your control when they shoot out to undo his trousers and tug them down his thighs, boxes quickly following. He moans against your chest when his cock finally bounces out into the open. Hot, red and dripping. The sound it makes when you wrap your fist around it and start pumping is obscene. It’s slick and wet and slippery, more and more pre-cum spilling out from the tip. All you want to do is clean it up with your tongue. 

Nagito sits up with a start, his face red all the way up to his ears and tie completely undone. His voice is raspy when he says, “I’m so sorry, i need to be inside you.”

You do not resist. He hikes your skirt upward and pushes your panties out of the way, you feel the head of his cock bump against your entrance and your hands fly upward to play with your own nipples. Still wanting more than what is possible for one set of hands to give you. Your hips wiggle and grind just as his cock is about to slip in and then, as quickly as it had started-

The cloud of arousal is gone. 

Nagito gasps audibly and scrambles backwards until he hits a wall, shoving himself back into his boxers and covering his open mouth with a hand. You squeal, sitting upright and trying your best to cover your bare chest with your arms. Everyone else in the class is in a similar state, but all you can look at is Nagito. You feel almost reprehensible. 

Because maybe you wish he hadn't stopped. 

[catmikey]

Imagine giving Jason a blowjob under his workshop desk as hes trying to paint a toy and with an unknowing candypop sitting across the table studying his mallet

This might not have originally been a request but like,, 👀👀

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

Oh, you know this is a bad idea

You don’t even need to check to know that his eyes are flicking between their usual golden amber hue and that piercing green colour—a telltale sign he’s getting frustrated

And yet, despite his obviously shifting temperament, you’re not scared

If anything, it excites you

You tease along the base of his shaft with your tongue, relishing his sharp intake of air as he feels you toying with him

“Hm?”

From across the wooden table, Candy presumably looks up with a questioning hum

In a heartbeat, you stop, tongue still pressed to the underside of his stiff member

But then Jason waves his hand dismissively, and you hear Candy snort, and you can only assume it’s safe to continue

You remain undetected

Mischievous grin gracing your features, you slowly trace all the way up to his tip and plant a gentle kiss to his most sensitive spot

He shifts in his seat, suppressing another breathy groan, and you have to try your damnedest to stifle a chuckle

Taking a steadying breath, you part your lips and gently welcome him entirely into your mouth

His hips buck up slightly, but you pay no mind to it as you hollow out your cheeks, bob your head around him and begin slowly sucking him off

This is wrong; it’s downright filthy

Candy’s barely even a meter away, and here you are, neatly tucked away under the same table he’s working at in order to give the man right in front of him a blowjob

It’s wrong, but it’s also exhilarating

The risk of getting caught has your heart pulsing and your lower stomach fluttering

Some twisted part of you almost wants to get caught, just to see what would happen

Would Candy join in?

Would Jason punish you in front of him?

You practically shudder at the thought

Mouth still diligently working around him, you do your best to please him; moving in long, deep strokes until he hits the very back of your throat, before then returning up to swirl your tongue around his tip

And just by the way he shifts and squirms, you can tell he’s enjoying it, but he’s getting very, very close to snapping

Keeping still and submissive while you tease him is most certainly not Jason’s style

And maybe you shouldn’t—

Ok, scratch that—you absolutely shouldn’t—but you want nothing more than to drag this out for as long as you can

You want to savour this

His cock feels long and thick and heavy as he pulses on your tongue

You eagerly lap at his precum, hands reaching up to jerk the parts that can’t fit into your mouth

The demon grits out a quiet groan in response, but you’re much too absorbed in the heat of the moment to stop

You want to hear him coming undone for you

You try to pick up speed, try to cram as much of him into your mouth as you can

But just as your enthusiasm is about to make you gag around him, you feel a hand firmly wrap itself into your hair

Fuck

You gasp, the sound muffled by his cock, thinking he’s about to pull you off because you’ve taken things too far

But instead, he roughly pushes you back down and forces more of his length down your throat

Your vision blurs with tears, gag reflex stinging as you desperately try to suppress a pathetic whimper

He doesn’t even seem to care about all the wet smacking sounds you’re both making as he fucks your throat

With every impatient thrust of his hips, he forces your head down to meet him halfway, using you like a doll

His doll

You’re reminded of just how big he is as he fucks your throat with reckless abandon—his cock is suffocating you

You’re too focused on not to passing out to keep track of what Candy’s doing

All you know is that, when Jason finally releases his grip on you, you’re dizzy and panting, with drool and spit dribbling down your chin and onto your chest

You glance up through your blurred vision and find both demons staring down at you—Jason with a sneer on his pretty lips and Candy with a wide grin on his mouth

You blink, brows furrowed, your mind still reeling from getting your throat fucked so thoroughly

“Didn’t know you had your little pet taking care of you while we worked~” Candy snickers, humming appreciatively as he practically eye-fucks your kneeling form

“Come here,” Jason seethes, eyes impossibly bright green, and before you can react, you’re being pulled up from under the table so he can bend you over it

Candy giggles maniacally, fingers twirling into your hair

“Cute little slut~” he coos, as his nimble fingers begin undoing his pants right in front of you

Your face flushes, but you don’t have too much time to think about it as your pants are yanked down your legs

“This is what filthy girls get for being so perverted,” Jason snarls, his hand meeting the flesh of your ass in a brutal smack

You yelp out loud, though even as the pain stings sharply, you think maybe getting caught isn’t so bad

And maybe you should try doing it more often~

[catmikey]

The Monsters’ Favorite (2): Fun Time with Mr. Puddles! [can read here on AO3!]

Part Two

You Wanted MORE…

Curiosity

Pairings: The Clown/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Swearing, Humiliation, Non-Con, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Degradation, Knife Play, Deep Throat, Breath Play, Daddy Kink 

Mr. Puddles decides to have some fun with you during a chase! Don’t worry, though, he’ll take good care of you~

Keep reading

[catmikey]

Since we need more staff interactions, HCs of Yuu/MC having an interest in fashion/designing and asking Crewel for help with making an outfit?

Curiouser and Curiouser...

At first, Crewel seems mildly irritated that you came to his office hours to ask for something other than help on your school work (which you really should be focusing on). He lightens up when you mention designing an outfit, and Crewel confidently volunteers his advice so that “the pup doesn’t look like something the cat dragged in”.

He fishes out a pile of fashion magazines from his desk drawer and offers them to you as reference material. You spend an afternoon sitting in his office and leafing through those magazines as Crewel grades homework and exams.

He asks to be shown your materials and current progress. Crewel is appalled when you show him your dusty Ramshackle workspace, with only a few old fabrics (repurposed from torn curtains), a few needles and spools of thread, and a some sketches to your name.

With a sigh, he turns right back around and piles into his fancy red sports car, driving off into the sunset. A while later, Crewel pulls up and calls out to summon you to help him haul things inside. He has brought all you could ever hope for—and more—for fashion designing: rolls of fabric and thread in various textures and colors, pin cushions, a sewing machine, tape measures, seam rippers, pins, scissors, an ironing board... and even a mannequin to wear your creation!

Once everything had been moved indoors, you and Crewel settle down at a table to work on your design. He maintains his stern method of teaching as he advises you, but he allows for more creative liberties than if he had been asking for an answer on a test.

Rather than demand a “correct” response or telling you exactly what to do, Crewel encourages you to let your imagination guide you, and to be loose with your sketching as a reflection of that. He might guide your hand in his, just to demonstrate the correct pencil pressure, but for the most part, he allows his pup to play freely with colors, shapes, and textures.

There are some basics he lectures you on! For example, black is universally flattering, vertical stripes create the illusion of slimness, and simple accessories and solid colors should be used to compliment a bold or complex pattern. The more you hear Crewel talk about fashion, and the more you realize just how passionate he is about it—it’s easy to tell from the smile that crawls over his lips, and that growing, fond sparkle in his eyes.

“Your outward appearances is but a means of your own self expression,” he points out, “so it is crucial that your own personality shines through. It is, in that sense, quite similar to conjuring one’s Unique Magic. Given that you lack the ability to use magic, consider this—consider fashion—your Unique Magic.”

When you finally have a design you’re satisfied with, you begin working on your clothes. Crewel supervises your progress, stepping in only when he deems it necessary (like when you’re about to poke yourself with a pin, or run the risk of a sewing machine accident). In his eyes, a pup will never learn and retain information without getting the experience, or if it is spoon fed every step of the way.

Every few hours, Crewel pulls you away from your work for a short break. The stove in Ramshackle is wonky and inconsistent with its heating, but Crewel is able to use his fire magic to brew a cup of hot coffee (or tea!) to help you unwind. He also offers some of his favorite raisin butter cookies (which he fetched along with all the sewing supplies)!

At some point, you end up falling asleep at your work bench. Crewel can’t help but sigh—overzealous puppies expend all their energy and then get easily tuckered out. Even so, he does the responsible thing and drapes his fur coat over your shoulders to keep you warm during your nap. He falls asleep on the couch not long after.

When the clothes are done, you eagerly rush into the bathroom to change into them and show off to your trusty advisor! Crewel awards you with applause and a proud smile, but holds back on slathering you with praise, granting you tough love instead. “You’re dressed for success now, pup—but looking the part is only half of the battle. Be certain to show me that your bark is as bad as your bite. Understand?”