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bunni-v1 · 6 months

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hii,

Can i request che‘nya, neige and rollo finding out you‘re a girl please?

(Just if u weite for em)

Freaking love ur serie 😍

Side Characters Find Out You’re A Girl?!?!?! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

TW: Rollo

Info: Che’nya, Niege, and Rollo x Reader

🍓Thank you! I'm glad people enjoyed this series so much, it was very fun to write. This is the last part I'm afraid, but I hope it is a fitting goodbye to what has been a very long-running series now lol. Excited to move on to other things!

Tags: @kitsun369 @bloomstruck @squidsailing

Che’nya

-Oooooo, Che’nya knows something is up the moment he (creepily) stalks you and the others from the garden.

-His sniffer isn’t as good as Leona’s — he’s just a tomcat, after all — but he can smell that something about you isn’t right.

-Plus, he’s a master of bending the truth, he can see through your lie a mile away.

-Still, he has no reason to bother you about it — he doesn’t even know you.

-He just thinks you’re a little funny that you’d hide something as pointless as this.

-Doesn’t really have confirmation on it until he asks Cater at the tea party.

-Then he later asks Trey who is like ‘Yeahhhhh…’

-Again, he doesn’t really know you, but he does think you’re cute and stuff.

-He sees your around when he sneaks on campus, and he was happy to bump into you at the VDC.

-(He scored your number there, lets go Che’nya).

-Nah, you two don’t really get to interact until Noble Bell College.

-He’s excited to see you again, and really chats you up this time (everyone there thinks its weird, he literally has no reason to talk to you).

-You’re alone with him and Niege and Grim when he drops the bombshell of “A pretty girl like you should be wearing a dress, right?”

-You don’t know if Trey or Cater or even Riddle told him, but you were gonna deck them across the face the second you found out.

-Still, despite him outing you to Niege, he’s really only mildly annoying about it.

-He teases you and picks on you about it, but he’s more like an annoying older brother than a creep.

-He will hang it over your head though, because they way you get all huffy is funny and cute to him.

Neige

-Other than Che’nya— Neige really doesn’t suspect much.

-I mean, look at him and Vil. Feminine men is not his biggest concern.

-He respects you and your pronouns and he’s a real big sweetheart.

-He is… drawn to you, just a little.

-You’re different from the other students, and you managed to make friend with Vil, so excuse him for being a little curious.

-Despie Vil being vehemently against it, you and him exchange numbers and start talking casually.

-It’s pretty normal stuff, and it’s not like you’re talking every day, but you consider each other friends at the very least.

-You’re both very excited to see each other again at Nobel Bell College.

-Neige feels bad that you’re sort of forced to go and babysit, but he gets to see you again!

-You bump into him and Che’nya at the fesitval, and Neige is… notably weirded out by Che’nya’s overt friendliness with you.

-“He’s never this nice with people he doesn’t know — never. It’s so weird.” He tells you.

-You brush off his concerns, and you live to pay for it too.

-You and Neige were just chilling, talking, and hanging out for the first time in person and Che’nya walked over and joined the conversation.

-All is good until he drops the one-liner of a century, leaving both you and Neige in shock.

-You because how did he find out, Neige because oh my god you’re a woman.

-He feels even WORSE for you now.

-I mean, being the only woman at NRC has gotta be awful.

-He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, bless his soul.

-He just shrugs it off and also offers his room as sanctuary on the weekends if you need it.

-He does agree with Che’nya, though, you would look very pretty in a nice flowing ballgown!

Rollo

-Bless this little freaks soul. He is about as sheltered as Malleus and about ten times more evil.

-He, somehow, knows something about you is different from the get-go. Not just your inability for magic, no something more.

-Naturally, he is drawn to you, and evermore curious about you and your life at NRC.

-He, being observant, takes note that you are treated slightly differently by your fellow classmates.

-They are generally more respectful and courteous toward you — gentlemanly in some cases.

-It only makes his interest in you grow. What is it that is so special about you?

-Then he overhears a conversation with Niege and Che’nya, and it all makes so much sense!

-You are a woman, of course you are. No wonder you were so captivating.

-Rollo holds this card close to his chest — he needs not reveal his secrets.

-Malleus is fond of you — as are the other magicians here. That could be useful.

-This information could aid him in his ultimate plan — and he could be your savior from the beasts you live amongst.

-He reveals that he knows your gender in front of everyone at the festival, and takes you captive as his own.

-He is so diluted in thinking that he is your saving grace, and that what he is doing is so right and justified that he can’t hear you curing him out over his own thoughts.

-Obviously, you get saved by your friends and all is well, but now a whole lot of people who shouldn’t know you are a woman do, and Crowley has to do a LOT of PR work lol.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #bunni's treats 🧁#che'nya x reader #che'nya twst #rollo flamm #rollo flamme x reader #neige leblanche #neige x reader

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sqvishii · 1 month

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che'nya's ability.. was like, making himself invisible, right?

what if this entire time, he was watching us without us noticing?

yandere! che'nya, who loves to see your bewildered face as you look around, searching for whoever tugged your hair.

yandere! che'nya, who had been following you wherever you went without you knowing.

yandere! che'nya, who thinks you're so cute when you're cluelessly searching for him when he's right behind you.

pretty short, please follow me on wattpad cause i'm making a twst fic over there and i just updated and not a single person has yet to even see it 🙁🙏

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lyneira · 1 year

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♡ falling asleep on their shoulder ♡

-> how they would react if you ended up falling asleep on their shoulder

lyneira's 1.2k milestone event

Will be a bit annoyed (at first)

Leona, Ace, Jack

They'd wanna wake you up, gently nudging you, "oi, my shoulder isn't for you to sleep on", but seeing how fast asleep you were and seeing how adorable your resting face was had them giving in.

I feel like Leona would be inclined to sleep as well, eyelids growing heavy and his head occasionally leaning on yours, but he would try to keep himself awake because he didn't want anyone to disturb you. If anyone walked in making a ruckus, he'd shoot them a glare and quietly tell them to shut up lol.

When you wake up, these dudes would definitely be like, "Finally awake, sleepyhead? Well you owe me one for drooling all over my shoulder". Apologize all you want, the only acceptable payment he'll take is your love and affection, particularly in the form of a kiss, hehe 😘

Wouldn't really know what to do

Idia, Deuce, Epel, Ruggie

They'd probably freeze up when they've realized you've just fallen asleep on their shoulder. Should they wake you up? Should they just let you rest on them? They wouldn't know what to do. While they don't want to disturb you, knowing how tired you must have been, the longer you leaned on them, the more they would observe your lovely, peaceful visage, note the warmth radiating from your body as you were clinging onto their arm, and just wouldn't be able to handle the adoration that they felt for you overwhelm them. They would feel their heart rate go up and feel their cheeks grow hotter as you held them closer in your sleep. He wasn't used to being in close contact with you for such long periods of time after all.

Sleeps along with you

Floyd, Cater, Kalim, Che'nya, Silver

He's going to lean his head on yours and fall asleep too. He doesn't plan on waking you up and would feel too bored just sitting there that he decides he might as well sleep. I think it would become a routine between you both. The moment he feels your head weigh down on his shoulder, he'll stop whatever he was doing and would grin, "I guess it's nap time for me too!!", and then sleep. Let's be real, he probably uses it as an excuse to slack off, yet, at the same time, he truly enjoyed moments like these where he could simply rest and be so close to you.

Before sleeping, I can totally see Cater taking a selfie of you sleeping with him waving a peace sign and captioning it, "Nap time~!"

Is as happy as can be

Rook, Malleus, Lilia, Neige

When he feels the weight of your head resting on his shoulder and sees you asleep, they are over the moon for you. They're just so happy to know that you're this comfortable and relaxed enough around them, that their hearts are all a flutter. He's so tempted to scoop you up in his arms and let you rest there, holding you close to their chest, but seeing how peaceful you already look right now, he chooses to keep still. Though, if you subconsciously nuzzle your face into his shoulder, he's gonna want to kiss you right then and there. You're just. Too. CUTE!!! 😤💘

And if you do end up waking up because of it, he'll apologize but will be thankful deep down because now, he'll take this chance to let you sleep in his arms instead, where he can keep you close, safe and protected in his warm embrace, kissing your forehead as you again fall asleep, "Rest well, my love. I'll be here for you when you wake up"

Will wake you up

Vil, Jamil, Rollo, Sebek

Yes, these guys will wake you up especially if they had things to do, but will do so politely (excluding Sebek, he'll be loud asf) and with good intentions. If you're this tired, then he suggests that you lay down and sleep in your bed. Y'know, so you can be more comfortable, and the last thing he wants is you getting a stiff neck from sleeping on his shoulder.

Yet, if you insist enough that you want to sleep with him near you, then he'll oblige by either letting you lay your head on his lap or by carrying you to your room and sleeping beside you. In the case that he sleeps beside you, when he sees you've finally succumbed to sleep, he'll try to slip out to continue his work. But once your hand instinctively reaches out to grab his sleeve and mutter his name, he stops, and resigns himself to laying beside you again, huffing, "oh boy, what am I gonna do with you..?" , while softly caressing your cheek with his thumb. He tries, but he simply can't resist you.

Won't be bothered at all

Azul, Riddle, Jade, Trey

If it was possible, he would simply continue what he was doing, albeit more subtle and quieter now. You sleeping on their shoulder wasn't bothersome to him. He found it quite endearing actually.

He liked the contact and for you to be vulnerable like this with him, he doesn't want to ruin the moment. You are now under his care. And he'll ensure that no one disturbs you and that you're able to lean on him comfortably. I think he'd feel free to show more affection towards you now that you were asleep. He'd kiss the top of your head, and probably keep his hand on your thigh or on top of yours, gently rubbing circles on your skin as he continues his task. If any strands of hair were covering your face, he'd promptly move it away so that he'd be able to thoroughly admire you, smiling because of how fortunate he feels to be with you.

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 7 months

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A Game Of Cat And Mouse

Leona Kingscholar and Che’nya x Fem!Jerry Mouse!Reader

Note: Reader is Yuu/The magicless Ramshackle Prefect from another world

I have a ton of WIPs that I really want to complete but to help motivate myself to finish them I decided to write this

So Jerry’s personality seems to fluctuate depending on his iteration so I’m just going to tone down his more sadistic tendencies and make him more like the early shorts where he’s more mischievous and acts when provoked instead of going out of his way to ruin Tom’s life for no reason.

Honestly as a Tom girlie I felt so sorry for Thomas. There were times where that poor cat did not deserve what he went through - even when I was little I would root for him. Though this might just be an oldest child thing since my little sister and mum (who’s the youngest in her family) prefer Jerry.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Honestly, his first impression of you wasn’t the best. Yeah, you’re a girl and he chugs gallons of respecting women juice for every meal but come on - you’re this tiny little mousegirl from another world who can’t even do magic (not to mention that he’s heard rumours that you don’t even speak that much). You’ll get eaten alive!

Then he met you and all of that went down the drain

The meeting went as it usually does: you stepped on his tail, he angrily confronts you (whilst subtly warning you of the dangers of NRC) but then you just give him this flat, unamused look.

“Hey pussycat,” you deadpan, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms as you jut your chin up so you level him with a glare, “maybe don’t go leaving your tail lying around everywhere if you don’t want people to step on it.”

Okay, so maybe you weren’t the meek little mouse that he thought you were. Even the predators in his dorm don’t have the guts to talk back to him. Honestly, respect.

Then word gets out that you defeated an overblot and his opinion of you gets more and more favourable.

Long story short, you start dating after his overblot.

And it does cause a few turned heads.

And who can blame them? A lion going out with a mouse. That’s definitely something.

And to the untrained eye, it does sound concerning. But to those who know you (read: have been around you for more than five minutes)? Well, they’re praying for Leona’s sanity because you are nothing more than an agent of chaos.

There was this one time before you and Leona got together where a bunch of Savanaclaw predators were trying to push you, Ace, Deuce and Grim around and without even blinking you just pummelled all of them right then and there. At one point during the curb stomp battle you just pulled a mallet out of nowhere and just started thrashing everyone until they were black and blue.

Congratulations the entire Savanaclaw dorm is terrified of you

All that training with Big Cousin Muscles really does wonders

NRC have two new rules: 1) don’t even think about going after the nagicless prefect because you will lose and even if you try to use magic she will dodge and it will be your funeral and 2) DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES hurt Ace, Deuce or Grim because that will probably be the last thing you ever do (memories of Jerry completely annihilating Tom after he hurt Nibbles are resurfacing)

One thing he admires about you is your cunning and intelligence and how you’re always a step ahead of everyone no matter what their plans are. Even when you do find yourself in trouble

Even Rook Hunt has trouble trying to catch you. Don’t worry though, he’s far too fond of ‘petite mademoiselle souris’ to be irked by that.

He does get jealous of how close you are with Ruggie though. Since the hyena is also a greedy little thieving bugger like you, you have found a kindred spirit in him. The two of you bond over raiding the NRC kitchen and making off with as much as you can. And also taking the mickey out of Leona.

You also get along great with Cheka. He’s noticed that you have a soft spot for children and other animals. The pro is that he gets his nephew off of his back by pawing him off to you (who he knows will make sure that no harm will come to him) the con is that you get along too well and your chaotic natures mixing will probably send him to an early grave - if your mischievous and provoking nature doesn’t already.

One thing he loves to do is tease you over your mouse-like qualities. Yeah, anyone with eyes can tell that you’re nowhere near as innocent as you look but those mouse ears, wide eyes, squeaks and cute little tail are objectively and indisputably adorable. He takes great pleasure in telling you how cute ‘his little mouse’ is, especially when you give such sweet reactions when you're flustered.

Though he does get taken aback by how bold you are. You definitely did that thing Jerry does where he holds mistletoe above his head and made kissing noises at Tom.

Your high pitched laugh makes his heart melt and he definitely uses his rich boy money to buy you all of the expensive cheese you can eat.

CHE’NYA

He loves you so much. Finally, someone he can be chaotic with - you’re a match made in hell.

His interest in you starts when he tries to sneak up on you whilst invisible but you pull one over him and just turn around, look directly into his unseeable eyes and sprAY WATER RIGHT ONTO HIS FACE-WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAT SPRAY BOTTLE FROM????

At first he was pleasantly surprised before his face broke into a Cheshire Cat grin. He felt cupid’s arrow hit him square in the chest and he just looked at you with heart eyes.

By asking Trey and Cater and hiding in the rose maze, he gathered enough information to decide that you are his future wife

Turns out that your troublemaking antics have you paired with Ace and Floyd for the position of ‘bane of Riddle Rosehearts’ existence’. Mainly because everytime you break a rule you always, without fail, evade punishment by avoiding getting caught - even when you are clearly the culprit

Trey has bribed you with so many cheese based baked goods to stop you from sneaking into Heartslabyul and causing mayhem (you felt sorry for him so you promised him that you’ll only steal from the main kitchen near the cafeteria. That’s not what he meant but he’ll take it)

One day he catches you kidnapping the dorm’s pet dormouse before an unbirthday party so that you ‘can help your fellow mice by freeing them from their subjugation’. He shrugs and nods in understanding before asking you if he should let out the flamingos and hedgehogs from their pens as a distraction.

And so a beautiful relationship was born as the two of you ran off with a tray of choux pastries and a bunch of angry card soldiers chasing you.

The two of you have a competition over who can sneak into and stay in Heartslabyul the longest without getting caught and you’re currently the winner.

He loves that you’re not scared of anyone and you’re not afraid to stand up to people that are almost quadruple your size. In fact, he’s there cheering you on whenever you fight back or plot your revenge (he does know that he has a whole other school to attend, right?). One time you showed him one of your revenge plans and he even helped you set the traps and everything. Oh the two of you working together has NRC running for the hills.

Like Leona, he does like to tease you but what do you expect? He’s a cat, you’re a mouse - that’s nature. Though he does love the fact that you’re always one step ahead of him whenever he does try to outsmart you. He loves a good puzzle and you certainly keep him on his toes.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #che'nya x reader #fem reader

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wolken-himmel · 1 year

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In which Riddle decides to properly introduce (Y/n) to Che'nya during a tea party.

Little do the attendants know that these two have been dating for a while now.

Request by anon.

The Heartslabyul garden was as perfect as ever — with these accurately trimmed hedges, and the soft sound of the flamingos playing in the distance. And you were able to enjoy this peaceful atmosphere from afar, in a gazebo with a cup of steaming and delicious tea in your hands.

This was the life.

Well, until Riddle turned to you and shot you an expectant look. "Prefect, thank you for joining us for tea today. We are glad you could make it," he said with a polite smile decorating his face.

You nodded, although your smile seemed a little bit wonky around the edges. Something about the entire tea party now seemed off to you; normally, Riddle would never smile at you like that. Thus, you shrank a little bit into yourself and tipped the last remaining droplets of tea down your suddenly dry throat.

Trey noticed and picked up the kettle. "Would you like more tea, (Y/n)?"

"Sure, Trey. Thank you." And again, after your cup had been refilled, you resumed chugging down the tea to quench your thirst and your nerves.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed how Riddle looked at you with a curious gaze. After a while of leaving you alone, he finally placed his cup onto the saucer with a loud clank — your doom was near. "However, aside from enjoying your company, there is also another reason why we have invited you to have tea with us today..." the dormleader trailed off hesitantly. "At the annoying insistence of one of our old childhood friends, who very much wanted to meet you properly, (Y/n) — we have decided to properly introduce you to each other. You already know him from the few times he appeared during our gatherings without an invitation."

Deuce had a nervous frown on his face. "Do I really have to do this drum-roll, Cater?" he asked and pointed to the set of drums in his lap. He clutched the sticks nervously as he looked at his upperclassman for guidance.

"Yes!" Cater assured and patted the blue-haired student on the shoulder. "There is no fun without a little bit of dramatisation, no?"

"Okay..." A hefty sigh escaped Deuce's lips before he brought down the sticks. His drumming was clumsy, but he managed to drum a rhythm worthy of a memorable entrance. "Drum-roll for— Che'nya!" he announced and let the stick collide with the drum for one last time.

First, a floating head appeared in the middle of nowhere. Then, a body beneath it slowly started to manifest and become visible. It was none other than Che'nya who wore a wide grin on his face. "Thank you. Thank you! Thank you all for the generous invitation." He strode over to the gazebo with proud steps, his nose held high and his tail swishing around enchantingly.

Your eyes grew to the size of saucers when he took a seat right across from you. The grin he wore on his face was solely directed at you, and he even wiggled his eyebrows mockingly when you continued to gape at him. And well, who could blame you for such a reaction? The cat-beastman sitting across from you was none other than your boyfriend. Now you were stuck in the strange situation of your friends introducing you to your boyfriend? Yes, this was absolutely absurd. Perhaps keeping your relationship a secret had been a mistake.

"A-Ah, it's nice to see you again, Che'nya," you stammered out and forced a smile onto your face.

The RSA student seemed to enjoy basking in your awkward stiffness, quietly snickering to himself all the while. "Likewise, it is wonderful to see you again, dear!" he exclaimed and clasped his hands together innocently. "How have you been?"

"...I've been adequate," you seethed through clenched teeth when you could feel his foot gently kicking your leg beneath the table.

This entire meeting must have been his doing! He was trying to tease you... see how far he could take it before you would explode with awkwardness.

Riddle, however, seemed to take no notice of your strange disposition towards one another. Instead, he raised his hands and began introducing you to one another, "Che'nya, (Y/n). (Y/n), Che'nya. I'm sure you'll get along splendidly. Che'nya is just like your other troublemaker friends, prefect..." A disapproving sigh escaped the dormleader's lips.

"Hey, (Y/n). Are you alright?" Trey asked in concern when your finger curled around the handle of your cup so much that he was worried about you breaking the porcelain. He furrowed his eyebrows. "You look tense."

"No need to be so nervous, dear!" Che'nya cooed and bared his teeth playfully. "I don't bite~"

Your hands clenched into fists beneath the table, you put on the politest of smiles you could muster. "I'm just... really excited to meet you for the very, very first time properly. I mean, you disappeared the last times before we could even begin a proper conversation. I... I absolutely know nothing about you! How about we fix that now?"

"Sounds like a marvellous idea," Che'nya drawled.

A little bit out of the loop, Riddle merely regarded the two of you with a strange glance before he slowly began, "As you may already know, Che'nya, (Y/n) is the magicless prefect of the Ramshackle dorm—"

Che'nya feigned to listen intently, yet he never broke eye-contact with you. "Aha. Aha." A little grin decorated his face when he noticed you squirm in your seat. "Hm... I see," he continued to occasionally comment whenever the dormleader thought he wasn't listening anymore.

"And as you may already know, (Y/n), Che'nya is a second-year attending Royal Sword Academy—"

You stayed entirely silent through Riddle's introduction of Che'nya. All the while, however, you were too stubborn to avert your gaze — no matter how uncomfortable you felt. Instead, you replied to his grin with narrowed eyes. By then, every other attendant of the gathering was staring at the two of you and your absurd telepathic exchange.

"Are you two alright?" Deuce asked in utter confusion. "Is there something we're missing?"

"No, continue," you both replied unanimously.

"(Y/n), you should stop glaring at Che'nya like that..." Ace whispered into your ear, laughing, "...or else he will fall off his chair as a dead man in a second."

You waved him off, still staring at the cat-beastman. "Pff, serves him right."

"What's gotten into you, dear. You look like someone stepped on your tail," Che'nya said and wiggled his eyebrows.

"As you can see," you said with pursed lips, "I have no tail to be stepped on."

Che'nya merely began laughing at your attempt at sass. "It was a figurative way of speaking," he said and clapped his hands in delight.

"Perhaps someone stepped on your tail?" you retorted while taking a sip of your by now cold tea.

"Perhaps! Yesterday, I had a visitor over... and then they simply didn't look where they were going and stepped on my tail," Che'nya explained and tapped his chin. "But, it was no biggie. I was rewarded with head-pats afterwards. Did you guys know that (Y/n) gives the best head-pats?"

At once, Riddle furrowed his eyebrows and suspiciously muttered, "It seems like you're implying something, Che'nya."

"Oh, me? It's nothing!" He let out a gasp and jumped to his feet in a dazed panic. "Oh my, it looks like it's time to leave now... Before anyone back at home notices that anything is amiss."

Although Trey looked taken aback, he merely nodded and gave their leaving visitor a friendly wave. "Oh... It was nice having you with us, Che'nya."

The second-year in question nodded and shot the entire round of attendants a mischievous smile. "I enjoyed the party immensely!" Then, without a warning, he turned to you and bowed teasingly. "I hope you did, too, (Y/n) dear."

Still on edge about your boyfriend spilling your secret to your Heartslabyul friends, you clutched the fabric of your blazer and let out a stiff chuckle. "...It was certainly nice to meet you properly for the first time," you said, your voice suspiciously going up and down in pitch.

"Ta-ta! Farewell, my friends~" Che'nya disappeared into thin air with a grin on his face and a swish of his tail. First, his body became invisible, then his grinning face as well.

"That was strange," Riddle muttered after a while of confused silence. "Even for Che'nya."

"You're so cute," someone suddenly whispered into your right ear, "when you're annoyed, (Y/n)~"

A startled scream escaped your lips, and you whipped your head around to find the source of the speaker — but no one stood behind you whatsoever. "Who said that?!" you cried out and rubbed your right ear in embarrassment.

The other Heartslabyul students at the table eyed you in concern, and eventually, Deuce gained enough courage to ask, "(Y/n), are you alright? Nobody said anything." A little gasp escaped his lips when he realised that, in your panic, you had jumped to your feet and bumped against the table. "Oh no— you spilled the tea all over yourself... At least it's not boiling hot anymore."

You pursed your lips in shame, but perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to excuse yourself from this awkward tea party. You had already made a fool of yourself, anyway. After having taken a deep breath, you announced, "Oh... sorry, guys. I'll have to take my leave, as well— tea stains are hard to get out of these white shirts." You forced one last time onto your lips. "Thank you so much for the fun time, though. See you around!" Then, you turned around and dashed away without another word.

Ace crossed his arms in suspicion. "Oi, there's something we don't know about these two."

"Oh, they're in a relationship, didn't you know?" Cater asked casually while editing the pictures he had taken of the tea party.

"What?!" the entire table cried out at once.

Surprised at their extreme reaction, Cater almost dropped his phone. However, he didn't, and with great care, he put it back into his pocket before facing the round of flabbergasted Heartslabyul students. "Yeah, so you guys really didn't know, huh? Che'nya's tail can be seen on a lot of (Y/n)'s Magicam posts if you look a little bit more closely. It's not an all that well-guarded secret, even if they want it to be." A sheepish smile appeared on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. "That's why I was so confused when you said that this was their first proper introduction to one another, Riddle."

The dormleader looked like he was about to explode with how red his face had turned. "He played us, again... Like a fiddle!" he cried out and threw his hands into the air.

Likewise, Trey shook his head in disbelief. "What else did we expect from Che'nya..."

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harfanfare · 1 year

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Unique Kisses: Rollo, Che'nya, Neige

Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Rollo, Che'nya, Neige || Honest Fellow

Rollo F. (no kisses)

“May I have a kiss, please? A kind word? Any form of attention?”

“Rather not.”

Rollo does not lift his gaze from his book. He sits too far away for you to read the title — you're separated by the whole length of the coffee table on which the service with the steaming tea stands — but you wouldn't be surprised if he was reading something religious.

You have no desire to return to the Victorian romance, a heavy volume that spreads across your lap. Yet, there are twenty-five minutes left until the end of your reading hour, a meeting you arrange every day because books are cool. You feel like you will die of boredom in three.

Maybe not from boredom, but because of something that makes you unable to focus on the present moment. You feel bad about tearing your lover away from his reading, but finally, with a heavy heart, you get up, walk around the table and sit next to him.

Your thighs touch and you let your head fall against Rollo's warm shoulder.

Immediately, you feel a little better.

“What are you doing?” Rollo doesn't seem to share your enthusiasm. He tilts his head so he can measure you with his eyes. If you looked at him even briefly, you would notice that his eyebrows have dropped slightly in an expression of concern, and his gaze has become investigative, piercing.

You sigh slightly in response, too listless to lift your eyelids, and unwittingly play with the soft tassels of his outfit.

“Please, let's do something else. The weather is so nice today...!” Your plea resembles the lament of a preschooler, especially when you bury your face in his shoulder. By that, some tension from Rollo escapes. He takes his eyes off you.

“I'd rather finish the book.”

“Then at least let me stay here, by your side. I feel extremely lonely today.”

You squeeze even more into his shoulder, warming yourself a little. His rochet-styled uniform wears the distinctive scent of incense, honey and disappointment, a perfume that is even more charming in a room that smells of tea and books. You let yourself inhale it until Rollo puts his hand on your head.

And now, you are distracted.

“Did something happen today?” He asks in a quiet, noticeably caring voice. You often hear a similar tone at night when you two return from evening prayer — whether you go there for God or for him — and Rollo is more inclined to care about everyone. Now all his attention is on you. You are a tad too intimidated and tired to respond. You only shake your head. “Well. Then let's go for a walk.”

That instantly enlivens you.

“Re... Really? You're not joking?!” You need confirmation because Rollo Flamm seldom changes his plans. You've already spent so much time with him that you can't imagine him missing a lesson for no more important reason than a bad morning attitude. And you considered yourself to be a rather imaginative person.

“You should already be aware of my lack of humour.”

You are. The little threads of romance in his body must have awakened, and you feel almost guilty for labelling him as the stiffest student in NBC. And since Rollo is being so gracious today...

“Then, can we hold hands?”

Your question throws him off balance, and you are ready to call off your request when he suddenly starts correcting the folds of his outfit to distract you and focus on staying carefree.

“...I apologize, but I might need some more time. I need to get accustomed to all that… romantic...” He starts, but then you grab his hand. The words of protest die on his tongue. He swallows the remnants of them as he grunts. “Alright. At least you won't get lost.”

(...No kissing before the wedding, though). /hj

Che'nya (insufficient kisses)

“Strawberry.”

“No.”

“Raspberry then.”

“Also no. But you're almost there.”

Che'nya presses his lips to yours for the eighth time, and you cover the label of the drink you're holding in your hands even more tightly.

Your boyfriend has decided he can guess the taste of the orangeade you're drinking. You think he knew exactly what you were drinking from the third kiss: you shared a favourite range of fizzy drinks, and there was never any indication that you intended to change it. Che'nya would have forced you to convert back if such a thing ever happened.

“Hm~” Your boyfriend hums under his breath as he moves away from your face. When you look at him unmoved, he smiles broadly. “Cher- Chestnut”.

“Duh, you already know the answer.”

“So it's a Cherchestnut?”

You sigh, and Che'nya’s smile spreads even further across his face. His white teeth flash softly as if he hasn't eaten the entire basket of cakes you baked for him and his friends' first thing in the morning.

“Now you're just being mean,” you cross your arms to have Che'nya feel accused. He leans back in his seat, and his smile does not disappear from his face.

“Am I?”

“Aren't you?”

“If I were so sweetened by your presence that my senses were going mad, would my mistakes be ‘mean’ too?” When he says this, he sits up straight and leans beside you. He takes two steps onto the bench and sinks down into your lap, facing up — and by that — facing you.

He reaches out to touch the locks of your hair falling towards him.

“Are you a madman yet?” You ask, leaning towards him with your lips pressed together in a line.

“Am I? Or am I not? Who are we all anyway?”

“I know you're an annoying boyfriend. I don't like you from now on. Oh from now on, I don't like you,” you snap your fingers, and Che'nya smiles broadly. You try to push him off your lap, but he gracefully turns before you manage to do so and then wraps his arms tightly around you.

“My love will cover the two of us,” here he places his hands on both your cheeks and kisses the corner of your mouth. You try to swat him, but then he starts to disappear. His lips and words remain last with you. “But now it is time to withdraw. I feel a strong antagonism towards me here, and I shall take my leave.”

Neige L. (the most common in a world of uncommon kisses)

Neige loves kisses.

For this reason, you find it hard to believe that he can't write a few sentences about them on his Magicam. You don't know how to prove it, though, because Neige has photos — beautiful footage from a recent photo shoot revolving around the theme of picnic and spring — that he needed to publish soon. They were now lingering in his gallery on his phone, waiting for Neige’s inspiration to strike.

“If I wasn't here, would you also have such a problem with a short description?” Your question sounded like an insincere accusation, to which Neige replied with a smile.

He had long since put his phone away in his bag. He always put it away when he wanted to give you one hundred per cent of his attention, but the subject of the photo kept hovering over the two of you because your boyfriend said he needed inspiration.

Every inspiration follows experience.

You're ready to help him any time, but not joshing with him first.

“I wouldn't write about them then. I would come up with something about spring or beauty...” He says, peering out of the wide window of his room. The view is lovely, full of greenery. Spring is coming. “But now that I have you, I can write about something as beautiful as love.”

“...Poser.”

Although that's the title you hail him with, Neige no longer responds. He cannot divide his attention, and what occupies him now is you, your face, your beautiful sparkling eyes, the shape of your ears, the lobes of which he runs his fingers over until they reach your jawline. There they stop as his attention shifts again: to your lips, the soft, smooth lips that he loves to kiss so much. And he kisses them, and everything around him loses meaning.

...

“How did it feel?” He asks, pulling you back onto the sofa. You sigh lightly.

“Is that survey to create an ideal description for the photo?”

“That's for me too. For contemplation.”

Neige looks at you with anticipation. When he sees that you need to think, he takes his eyes off you and pours fruit tea into the two cups in front of you, on the coffee table bordering a sofa.

“I don't know how to describe them. Either way, it's your job to think of something, so don't dump it on me,” you finally state, picking up the cup you've been given. You take a sip and decide to deflect the question. “And how do you feel, Neige?”

“Indescribably,” he says as he can't describe it either. Neige puts his hand over his heart and when he looks you straight in the eye, you are perfectly able to pinpoint why his fans love him so much - he looks princely. Neige sighs quietly. “I think I'm going to have to go with this spring because I don't know how to describe all the things that are bubbling up in my chest. I'll have to think about it longer.”

You pat him on the shoulder.

“Good luck with that. If you don't come up with any ideas, I can link you some fanfictions with nice descriptions.”

“Thank you, they will come in handy.”

“...They can be works with you, right?”

“...Ah.”

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how filling - che'nya x dom(ish) top amab reader

MINORS DNI

tags: che'nya exhibiting some yandere behavior, stuffing, emeto, mentions of sickness, implied fwb relationship, slightly under-negotiated kink a/n: unofficial sequel to this fic. you don't have to read it to enjoy this one, but there's some details that are carried over

You’re smirking before Che’nya even opens the door, his genuine look of shock being just what you predicted.

“Surprise…”

“Wha-“ his wide yellow eyes blink slowly as if he thought you were a hallucination. You suppose this is your first time visiting him at the Royal Sword Academy, and it gives you satisfaction knowing you’ve caught him off guard for once.

“Gonna invite me in, kitty? You know I’m really not supposed to be here, so there’s no telling what goody two shoes might report me.” You glance down the dorm hallway, which is thankfully still vacant. Unfortunately, you don’t have Che’nya’s disappearing ability, which allows him to be effortlessly sneaky.

“You never need an invitation” he eyes you curiously as he steps back to let you in, wrapping himself tighter in the blanket that’s draped over his shoulders. You swiftly step inside allowing yourself to scan the dimly lit room, which you’ve only seen in pictures and video calls. Considering you are childhood friends, one would think you would have visited him at some point during the three years you’ve been enrolled at separate schools, but he dropped in on you so frequently there was never a need to.

“How are you feeling?” You set down the bag you brought on his desk. You had brought him some food since he had told you he was slowly getting his appetite back.

“A bit better I suppose” he pouts slightly shuffling back over to his bed. “I’m going to start going back to classes tomorrow.”

“Oh really?” You join him on his bed, and you notice his soft look of surprise when you leave no distance between you two. “I hope you’re not pushing yourself to go back too soon. Someone has been bringing you your work, no?” You can’t help but reach out a hand to try to assess his condition yourself. You press the back of your hand to his forehead, and it feels normal, but you press it to his cheek for good measure. He purrs at your actions, holding your hand against his cheek as he nuzzles into it further.

“You’re not worried about getting sick?” Che’nya looks more like himself than ever glancing up at you seductively with a smirk on his face. “Or maybe you just missed me too much.”

“Says the one who’s texted me nonstop telling me how miserable he is and complained that he had no one to take care of him.”

“No one as fun as you at least” he teasingly kisses the back of your hand that he’s still holding against his face.

“You really must be feeling better” you surmise. If he hadn’t sent you pictures of him looking peakish or voice messages of his terribly hoarse voice, you might believe he exaggerated his sickness to get you to come over. Though you were still suspicious of his intentions when he sent you a picture of him in his bed yesterday, dressed in lingerie and claiming to be “sooo bored.” You couldn’t deny part of you hoped that same lingerie was hidden under his blanket now.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come over when you were sicker”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to come at all, but I’m glad you did” he gives you a toothy grin. “And you brought me something” his eyes glance over to the bag you brought, ears twitching with anticipation.

“Don’t get too excited. I just thought you might like a home cooked meal now that you’re eating more. You are keeping your food down now, right?”

“You made me food?” The second part of your sentence gets ignored as the thought of you preparing something for him evidently fills his head. His starry-eyed gaze keeps shifting from you to the bag, so you figure you might as well offer it to him now, which he readily accepts.

“It’s not anything special. You know I’m not much of a cook, so I just made you your favorite stew and also a strawberry tart, but you don’t have to eat it today of course” Your humble words do nothing to dull his excitement, his eager eyes never leaving you as you take out the stew and use your magic to heat it for him.

“Here you go” You try to hand him the bowl, but he gives you a sly look exposing his bare chest as he pulls his arms out of his blanket.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t seem to have any spare hands at the moment” he shrugs his shoulders as he displays his arms that seemingly have no hands attached.

“How curious…” you steal his common phrase giving him a knowing look. “I guess I’ll have to feed it to you then.”

“I guess so…” Che’nya looks at you innocently, but you can imagine the playful flick of his tail being concealed by his blanket.

He happily accepts spoonfuls of stew, letting out occasional hums of pleasure between bites. Before you know it, he’s cleaned out the bowl and is asking for the strawberry tart. You attempt to get him to hold off to ensure the stew settles well in his stomach, but he insists he’s fine, so you get out the tart.

“And you made this?” The hunger in his eyes appears deeper than a desire for food.

“Yeah. Trey had a busy week, so I didn’t want to bother him with it. I followed his recipe though, so I think it turned out well”

“I’m sure it’s delicious” he assures you. “Especially since you were thinking of me while baking it” he doesn’t even try to veil his delight over the thought. He opens his mouth expectantly and you feed him a bite, choosing not to comment on the reappearance of his hands.

“Mmmm,” he licks his lips as if to savor every crumb. You offer him bite after bite which he chomps on happily.

“Okay maybe we should stop here, and that way you’ll have some more for later.”

“No” he whines. “It’s so good. I don’t want to stop.” He looks at you through his lashes pleading with you. “Please, feed me more.” Against your better judgment, you give in to him.

“Ok… but if you push yourself too far, that’s on you” you warn giving him another bite. He lets out an approving nod, humming happily. You can’t deny it does stir something in you seeing him eat your food so earnestly. You believe your own eyes must be filled with hunger when the blanket slips off his body, revealing him to only be wearing boxers. The band sits below his stomach which has a noticeable bulge.

He rubs it lazily as he takes longer breaks between bites. You assume he’s getting full based on his deeper breathing, but he has yet to refuse a bite, his soft smile never leaving his face. While he seems as content as ever you find yourself shifting in your spot, trying to ignore the feeling of your cock straining against your pants.

You came here as a friend you try to remind yourself, but the praise that falls from Che’nya’s lips doesn’t help your situation.

“Mmmm, I missed being able to eat properly, but now you’ve ruined other food for me. How am I supposed to enjoy anything when I know I could have your cooking instead? It feels so good being full of your food, so you have to cook for me more, okay?” He rubs his belly with both hands as if admiring the bulge himself.

“My belly would definitely get bigger if I got to eat your cooking all the time” he giggles to himself. “Wouldn’t you like to see that” He looks at you suggestively, and you can hardly hold yourself back any longer, moving your body so that you’re straddling his lap. He looks at you with amused curiosity, gently bucking up against you when you rub your hands across his stomach just like he was doing moments prior.

“I would actually” you smirk “But for now, how about you eat these last two bites for me”

“If that’s what you want” he whines a bit when you move your hands, but he looks at you with heavy lust as he wraps his lips around the fork you offer him. He pants slightly as he licks his lips, and you can’t help but offer him the last bite straight from your hands.

He doesn’t immediately take your fingers in his mouth, which is how you know he is reaching his limit. He takes a moment, seemingly steeling himself for the last bite, but eventually opens his mouth allowing you to place the last piece of tart inside. He closes his lips around your fingers, making sure to lick the tip of your fingers before he chews the bite in his mouth.

“Look at you, kitty. You actually ate it all” You go back to rubbing his stomach, letting your fingers drift a little higher to tease his nipples.

“Ah,” he lightly gasps. “I know I could fit more” he slightly lifts his hips so he can slowly grind against you.

“I should have known you’d be insatiable, even when you’re still recovering.” You lean back, letting your fingers lightly trace the stain of precum that marks his boxers. He’s all too eager to help you take off his only piece of clothing. He hisses in pleasure when you finally take him in your hand, but he’s quick to insist you rid yourself of your clothes too.

Just as eager to feel his touch, you don’t argue, swiftly getting off him so you can fulfill his request. You lay beside him now, his hands immediately going to stroke you. Your intermingled moans fill the space between you as you get each other off. You take your other hand and rub it against his tip, causing his hips to jerk. His head falls against your shoulder as he lets out a strangled moan, and you continue your movements.

“Please… I’m ready for you…” he manages to pant out. “…wanna be full.”

“I don’t know if you should take me.” You can’t help but still be concerned about his limits.

“But I wan-“ He interrupts his own sentence with a cough, barely managing to cover his mouth. He pauses for a moment, but another harsh cough racks his body, most likely remnants of the sickness he had. He slowly sits up, facing away from you as he sits at the edge of the bed. Even though he stopped coughing, he still sits frozen, hand covering his mouth.

“Che’nya?” you have a feeling you know what’s wrong and those thoughts are soon confirmed when he starts his next coughing fit. Instead of covering his mouth, he instantly reaches for the wastebin by his bed that’s half filled with tissues. He clutches it tightly his cough suddenly turning into retching.

At the sound of him emptying his stomach into the wastebin, you quickly move so that you’re by his side. You soothingly rub his back as he continues to vomit, waiting patiently for him to get it all out.

“Fuck” he rasps out, a trail of saliva still hanging from his bottom lip and tears dotting the corner of his eyes. He wipes his mouth then takes a deep breath as he looks up, closing his eyes. Your hand that’s on his back drifts up to the nape of his neck where you twirl a piece of his hair around your finger.

“This is where you say I told you so” he looks at you from the corner of his eye, managing a small smirk. He doesn’t even wait for you to answer, softly chuckling to himself. “But I would do it again”

“My food was that good, huh?” There’s doubt laced in your words.

“Hmmmhmmm” he hums, his eyes are closed again, and you wonder if he’s feeling another wave of nausea, but he puts the wastebin back on the floor instead. “What can I say? I’ll always want all of you”

“I know” are the words you choose to say after a beat of silence. Instead of further acknowledging his feelings you bring a hand to his stomach, rubbing small and gentle circles across his abdomen.

He lets out a sound that is both a sigh and a moan. You haven’t even touched his nipples and yet he seems to be turned on, his dick twitching. “I think I want you to fill me up even more now” he admits.

“If that’s what you want” you graze your finger over his nipple while planting a kiss on his shoulder. His breathing becomes ragged as you tease his skin between your teeth. You play with his chest for a bit longer before asking him where he keeps his lube.

Che'nya lays on his side, massaging his stomach as he waits for you. Despite his flushed face, his tail still moves with eager anticipation as you settle in your place behind him. He's quieter than usual, only making a soft pleased sound as you push your fingers into him.

“More” he begs, and you oblige, finally lining your cock up with his entrance.

“Let me know if you need me to stop” you remind him before pushing your tip in. You slowly bottom out waiting until he gasps for you to move to continue with your thrusts.

“Fuck…you feel so hot and tight around me, kitty” You snap your hips into him a bit harder. “It feels so good”

“Ah- “ Che’nya grips his bedsheets tighter, and you hear a gurgling sound come from his stomach.

“Don’t stop” he whimpers feeling you hesitate. You place your hand on his stomach and feeling it rumble beneath your touch, you fuck into him with new fervor.

“Aghh” he gasps and leans over off the bed just in time for a thin stream of vomit to make it mostly into the wastebin. With Che’nya’s walls squeezing tightly around you, you reach your climax with a couple more thrusts. He holds your hand that rests on his stomach and whines as he feels you fill him up.

Keeping yourself buried in him, you move your other hand to his cock to help him finish, which only takes a few strokes. You take in his dazed expression and faint smile, feeling an urge to kiss his sweat slicked skin. He whimpers at the feeling of your lips on his neck, his classic Cheshire grin appearing as you trail slow kisses up his jawline.

“Yup,” he sighs blissfully. “I would definitely do it again”

#now that i have this very indulgent fic out of my system i can work on those drabbles #che'nya x reader #cw emetophobia #emeto #cw sickness #stuffing #twst smut #twst x male reader #twst ☆ che'nya !

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cupids-chamber · 1 year

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CELEBRATING NEW YEARS WITH THEM + NEW YEARS EVE! RSA + DIASOMNIA

GENDER NEUTRAL READER A/N: Enjoy my contribution to new years. Also all stories, and most characters part is connected somehow.. read all parts to get a few extra info.. you don't have to though! Slight spoilers in the first headcanon for Lilia, so skip over the first sentence!

POMEFIORE + HEARTSLABYL + IGNIHYDE / SCARABIA + OCTAVINELLE + SAVANACLAW / RSA + DIASOMNIA /

A new year was nothing exceptional to the fae, as he lived through many years with his long live span... He didn't find the mark of a new year worth celebrating.. that was before you convinced him of course.. You had convinced the young fae King to throw a party.. to mark the start of a new year.. You had rarely asked for anything since your marriage.. So, he couldn't help but agree... Had you known that Malleus would have interpreted your wish in such a grandiose way, you may have gone back and asked him to rethink your decision, for your lover not only held a banquet so grand, it could be on par to a wedding.. all of the kingdom's nobles and some of your friends will be attending as well.

He didn't bother batting an eye on the expense, as he wished for your happiness above all else, had he known you wanted a simpler event with only your immediate friends and comrades, he would have reconsidered his rather excessive decisions but what could you do.. your lover went this far just to make you happy.. you couldn't help but find the action quite.. cute..

The event was quite exhausting, but you spent the day with your friends, and greeting some guests and generally trying your best to enjoy the event as it was.. though you did get in quite the trouble.. when Lilia had convinced you to participate in a drinking game.. You didn't know how many drinks you had by now. All you knew is that you had to beat Lilia, your pride was on the line here! It wasn't until Malleus took notice of your excessive drinking, that you stopped and everything after that was a blur in your memories..

The next morning you woke up with the excessive hangover.. And whenever you approached Malleus he got quite flustered.. 'What the hell did I do last night?...'

Lilia was quite shocked when he had gotten the invitation, all the way here in the the land he had chosen to retire in. He figured if he were to go, he should go with you.. I mean the two of you were bound to go together anyways, it just took a little convincing for him to make you step out of the comfort of your home and to the palace, but then again, the sly fae has almost always gotten his way regarding such events. You had expected the journey to take long, yet the trip went by unbelievably fast.. Needless to say you were grateful you didn't suffer from motion sickness...

When the two of you arrived at the banquet, it was fairly crowded.. and somewhere along the lines your partner had left you, telling you to enjoy it here 'that sly bastar—' before you could finish your thought someone had asked you to join your table.. unexpectedly It was one of your old friends! The two of you began talking and an hour passed, when suddenly you noticed how the crowd gathered elsewhere.. being the person you were, you didn't pay it much care.. until of course you realized it was Lilia.. up to his old man antic's again.. He apparently challenged the ever so competitive monarch to a drinking battle! And.. the King had to carry them out, while they struggled in his grasp.

"Lilia what did you do?" you asked the ex-general, as he gave you a sly grin. "Don't look at me like that and answer the questi— oh." he continued grinning, as you started putting the puzzles together.. "You know whatever your planning is not gonna end well right...?" he simply nodded.. Later on you found out the two of you will be spending the night in the castle as well.. Maybe you should rethink the idea of dating an ex-general who's this rash with decisions..

Silver hadn't expected to get and invitation out of nowhere during his break, his original plan was to spend the entire break with you, under warm blankets, eating snacks and whatnot while watching your favorite shows on Twistflex.. it wasn't anything exceptional.. yet the that's how the two of you spend Christmas together, and enjoyed it.. if you were honest Silver was such a sweetheart, the two of you spend a lot of time gathering ingredients and going shopping together.. And according to your schedule, right after celebrating new years as a couple, the two of your would go visit his father. Yet now everything had changed, as the king was throwing a party for the New year, something rather unexpected, but who were you both to deny.. after all you could do your plans another day as well! After all, you guys spent every moment you could together, being partially inseparable..

The two of you got dressed, taking your time to go to the banquet, knowing fairly well, the earlier you leave the more the traffic will be.. after all it was a invitation to the king's palace.. everyone would want to go early, and expect traffic to be fast if they left earlier.. that and you and Silver slept in and almost forgot about the invitation entirely, but then Silver got a call from Lilia and he remembered that their was an event the two of you should be attending..

The two of you made your way inside.. only to discover his dad's little 'prank' he calls it.. the two of you just got there, and began rethinking your choices.. maybe saying you two were out of town was a better idea then coming here.. Even so, the two of you enjoyed the meeting, catching up with friends... and etc.. The two of you enjoyed the day, even after whatever the hell Lilia did... since no one would tell you two.. what had fully happened.. that was until you two were on your way back home, and overheard Sebek ranting to his partner about Lilia's actions.. The two of you stared at each other dumbfounded, before letting out a laugh.. Something that Sebek didn't notice, but his partner surely did, giving the two of you a light wave. The two of you waved back, acknowledging their presence, before making your way back home.. Hopefully, the rest of the night could go well and you could continue the plans you had made previously, instead of falling asleep.

It took a lot of convincing to get Sebek to take a break.. but Malleus forced both him and Silver to take a couple weeks off.. He was more than capable of protecting himself.. But Sebek.. is well uhh.. Sebek! The two of your Christmas went surprisingly well, as Sebek was fairly cooperative for someone who didn't plan on taking a break.. The two of you even had plans of travelling out of town for new years.. So as far as you both were concerned.. you two hadn't planned anything for new years.. That was when you two received an last minute invitation to the king's banquet..

Usually Sebek would've rushed to the banquet, yet this time around your partner took his sweet long time.. something unexpected, yet pleasing nonetheless.. The two of you finally left for the banquet an hour into the party.. And when you got there another 30 minutes had passed.. And the sight was truly one to behold. Lilia drinking along with Malleus's beloved spouse, the two were chugging down glasses. And you could've sworn Lilia's fiancé lost a bit of their life force upon seeing the dreadful sight.... as for your boyfriend.. he froze in his spot. He didn't move.. 'was he even breathing?—' you thought, slightly concerned for the health of your lover.. He was loud but lovable nonetheless!

Sebek didn't recover from his shock for the rest of the night.. and you couldn't do much about the scenario- as your friends quickly dragged you away, separating you from the half fae. Your friends questioned what took you so long... and etc.. all of you caught up on missed times, planning to visit each other later.

Only when you planned on leaving did Sebek return to his senses, he seemed on edge throughout the banquet.. He started ranting, in a loud tone.. You prompted him to quiet down, hoping no one noticed.. Someone did however, but thankfully it was his friend Silver and his partner.. you waved at the couple who seemed to be getting ready for their departure in quiet the rush.. "Sebek calm down!"

Che'nya was invited to his friend Trey's new years party, and he dragged you along.. Sure it took some convincing, since you preferred to stay at home away from crowds.. But one look at those adorable cat eyes, as he pleaded with you.. and you knew you were doomed.. Hey.. at least Trey makes tasty treats, it's not all that bad.. The two of you arrived pretty early on.. and you quickly got dragged into their events that had been planned before you arrived.. "Ok 21 questions.. or whatever—" they slurred slightly on their words, obviously a bit tipsy, "We ask questions to whoever the bottle lands on and they take a drink if they can't answer" you assume that they had lost a few rounds before, and that's why they're so tipsy... "I don't think this is how we play this game.." you mumbled to your boyfriend, who chuckled and urged you to play along with their whims.. after all it's not always the two of you go to such events.. 'That's a lie, he forces you to go to all his friends events because he likes seeing you interact with others'..

You sat at the corner of the couch, beside your fiancé.. hoping to avoid the bottle at all times possible.. but to your luck it lands on you! Outrageous! "Ok, Y/n..." you could've sworn you saw an evil glint in Trey and his spouse's eyes, as if they've been waiting for this very moment.. maybe that's why Riddle was so drunk in such a short spam of time... You began to understand Riddle more, as you reached your fifth shot.. everyone making use of those 21 questions to learn more about how you and Che'nya had ended up dating... and why you didn't tell them about your engagement sooner... This must've been their revenge for the late announcement you thought, as you felt the 6th shot sink straight into your stomach... You glared at Che'nya when your round was finished, he seemed to have enjoyed your torture quite the bit.. "I nominate Che'nya for this round" you said aloud with a burst of confidence, it was probably the alcohol.. but no one was going to complain.. they could mess with you two a bit more!

By the end of it the two of you were rather tipsy.. the last thing you could remember was you and Che'nya making it a goal to finish this pie.. of some kind.. It was a bet you made with... er... Cater!! Your mind went blurry from there.. you probably fell asleep.. as the next time you woke up you were back at home.. with the most horrible of hangovers.. "Screw you Che'nya—" you muttered underneath your breath, as Che'nya chirped in from no where.. "Hey! What did I do?!"

'This wretched, lovable cat!—"

Neige had attended Vil's party.. which you were more than sure was just for appearances.. You sometimes wondered how naive your lover could be for attending such an event, even after he knew of Vil's blatant hatred towards him.. that's if he realized such a thing.. He considered the two of them as friends.. which you heavily doubted was a mutual feeling... The two of you had separated pretty early on in the party, and you choose to stay out of getting to close to any journalist or popular news company ceo's.. Like the founder of Fairy news or the leading chairmen of Twistfeed.. You were sure had you met them, they'd ask for an interview.. after all many were curious about your relationship with Neige..

The two of you had recently publicly confirmed your relationship.. And had been together for about an year and a half.. the two of you remained fairly private in terms of your relationship, as the media was quite intrusive to celebrity couples, and you had seen it first hand with your fellow co-stars.. But enough of that! It was new years.. As you skimmed through the sheer selection in accommodations, you couldn't help but turn starry-eyed at the sight.. and that was when your lover began dragging you out of the area without an explanation.. he seemed mad... Extremely pissed.. which was something quite unlike your beloved sweetheart. You choose not to ask for an explanation when he said "we have to go".. something happened and he obviously weren't in the mood to explain..

You knew for a fact, that if any journalists were there.. which they most definitely were.. this would make it to the new's tomorrow morning.. yet you didn't mind.. valuing your lovers emotions over image.. the next morning went by normally, and when you brought up the previous nights incident, Neige paused...

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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TWST Incorrect quotes#222 Dad i love you

After The events of...The Overprotective dads, Uncle, Grandpa, and Cousin...with your love life, After the argument between Yuu and Crowley, Crowley is escorting them out to the entrance of the school to send you off to the ramshackle

Crow: I love you, My Child*Looks as they step down the stairs*

Yuu: Yeah, I know, Dad...See you Friday

Crow*Watches as you turn and grab the speaker on the cloak to amplify his voice*You gotta say I love you back!

Yuu: Dad are you serious?*Flinches and turns around with a reddened face and glares from the bottom of the stairs*

Crow: I wanna hear it

Yuu: You wanna hear me say it!?!-

Crow: I love you, Dad

Yuu:-You’re dropping me off in front of the school!!-

Crow: I love you Dad

Yuu: Look at this place!?-

Crow: Dad, I love you

Yuu*Groans and with an embarrassed scowl looks at crowley*Dad, I love you...

Crow: That’s a copy, Tie your shoes, please!

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 7 months

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What a ( Not so) Strange World - IV

A.N: as always, there's no beta Reader, so sorry for any mistake

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The carriage ride was… something.

It wasn't the first time you had traveled in a carriage, apart from Maleficent who had alternative means of transport - said ability being open portals thanks to her scepter - your other guardians considered traveling in a carriage to be the bare minimum.

Once, before embarking on one of your usual study trips with the Queen of Hearts, you had asked why you couldn't directly teleport to your destination, given that you had a Fae at your disposal - kind of - who could create portals: Frau Grimilde had looked at you for a few seconds as if you weren't worthy of breathing the same air as her, Queenie was starting to scream about how some heads would be cut off since "The requested carriage was another one and for her own name where was the escort?!", Lady Tremaine was the only one who let you know that moving in certain ways resulted in higher social status, and added yet another book about social status to your educational reading.

Your favorite way to travel remained the Flying Carpet that had 'kidnapped' you in Agrabah: by not walking on the road it avoided bumps and potholes on paths that weren't exactly walkable, furthermore even with sudden braking you didn't risk head trauma either because there was nothing that you could hit, and because the Carpet didn't usually brake hard - the only problem was falling off, but the Carpet had its own safety measures and no one was dead yet, or so they told you.

At first you thought that Che'nya would only accompany you to the carriages, but when he told you that he was so very bored you realized that you were wrong; when you saw him make puppy eyes – was that even the right term when talking about Che'nya? – you realized you would have a travel companion

(Neige may have been adorable being Neige, but Che'nya's eyes were literally asking you to "Paw-lease" and who were you to refuse?)

The Beastman looked just like a kid who was about to receive his longed-for candy, in Chen'ya's case the candy was cuddles, since he didn't even give you time to sit down before he leaned on your lap, holding your right hand on his hair.

An attention-seeking cat, and that wasn't even a metaphor.

He purred.

The boy told you that the route you were taking was not new to him, but he had passed it more times on foot than in a carriage, and he knew all the shortcuts; he often went to the NRC to meet – and annoy – Trey and Riddle. It wasn't the first time he'd told you about this Riddle, but every time you tried to ask about him, Che'nya would just tell you that you'd probably like him but he wouldn't be the one to ruin the surprise for you.

You sighed.

What did you expect? Che'nya was still Che'nya, he wouldn't miss the chance to see something fun.

After a while the cat boy fell asleep and you took the opportunity to observe the view.

When you left the RSA you had crossed the bridge that connected the school to the rest of the island, after the small clearing you were a little anxious because you were heading directly towards a rock face, but Che'nya seemed calm, without not a worry in the world, and you highly doubted the Headmage would let you die on the way…right?

Luckily you didn't crash anywhere, in fact you found yourself on a path with several houses on either side of it and not far away, to the left of the carriage, you saw a small river . The beastman chose that moment to wake up and move slightly - that is, he decided to lean on on your left shoulder – but he continued to keep his eyes closed, you had also passed by a lake, before you saw a rather steep hill – add 'steep hills' to the list of reasons why traveling in a carriage was uncomfortable – to your surprise however, you found yourself in a slightly familiar situation.

With your back to a school gate.

“That was pawsome. Do you think they could keep this portal open? It's always so pawthersome to climb that hill"

“You mean you do that every time you come here?!”

When you saw him nod your eyes widened slightly; obviously Che'nya would climb a mountain simply because he was bored.

It made you tired even just thinking about doing the same.

“What do you have to do meown, nya?” Che’nya asked you as he helped you out of the carriage

“Mmh, I think I'll have to meet with the Headmage and my guardians”

It was actually quite strange that there was no one to escort you to your destination, that was how guests were welcomed

Frau Grimilde would have point out how this peculiar choice lacked elegance and Madame Tremaine would have agreed, Queenie would have scream about how this was a breaking of some rule and Maleficent would just have point out the gross lack of respect – you didn't know if she would or wouldn't curse the place.

(In another place all four were sensing a disturbance in the force)

“Eh, that’s pawthersome” and in doing so Che'nya walked away in a direction unknown to you, he was probably on his way to annoy Trey and Riddle.

You, on the other hand, walked along the Main Street, even though, to be honest ,you felt rather observed; You had this feeling ever since Che'nya left and at first you thought it was some prank of his, but you didn't feel any sense of the cat boy, so you thought it was just a feeling.

But the closer you got to what looked like statues, the more you felt observed.

You had also looked around several times, but you had never seen anything.

Until that moment. Well, you heard it rather than saw it, but that's secondary details

With one of the little magic tricks you had learned you teleported yourself to where you felt that slight movement of air: having a Fae as a teacher was useful.

(Actually it wasn't really a teleporter, you weren't Fae, you didn't have that kind of power, but you had learned to increase speed in short periods of time)

It was the first time you had tried this trick over a distance of more than a couple of meters away and you were definitely pleased with it, as you had remained fairly silent.

Well, not enough to not find an arrowhead very close to your neck

The person holding the bow didn't appear to be much older than you; On his left arm, over the school uniform he had a purple ribbon and over his blonde hair he wore a hat.

He was a hunter. It had to be like this.

He had been very quiet and the way he held the bow was certainly not that of a beginner.

It was fascinating. Not on Vil's level – but you suspected there was someone more charming than him – but this boy had his charm too.

While you had these thoughts the boy had lowered his weapon and stood up from his slightly crouched position.

His eyes were half closed and he was smiling at you.

You weren't really sure if it was a sincere smile.

“Um… Hi… I’m sorry um, I disturbed your hunting trip, but I felt like I was the one pray in this one.”

He chuckled

What you said didn't seem funny at all so either you had a sense of humor that you weren't aware of or the blonde boy in front of you had a decidedly different sense of humor than you.

You were betting on the latter.

“Oh Madame Biche” and he tilted slightly his head “My deepest apologies. I didn't mean to scare you I just felt like something unexpected was coming…and here you are"

The boy introduced himself as Rook Hunt and you introduced yourself.

When you asked him what was he doing – other than trying to figure out who you were, you guessed – he told you that he liked to observe, then asked what brought you to cross the threshold of Night Raven College in a carriage from the Royal Sword Academy.

As much as you were taught never to give out all the information, Rook didn't seem dangerous to you; sure, he had put an arrow at your throat and was probably studying you, but if that rivalry between schools that Che'nya spoke about was true, it was reasonable to try to understand what the 'enemy' was doing in his territory, so you explained to him - in great lines – that you were supposed to meet the HeadMage, and that a guide would probably come in handy

(In reality Rook wasn't studying you at all, he knew who you were – how could he not have known – he was just pleasantly surprised by you. He could begin to understand what Roi de Poisson had seen in you, after all it was very difficult to take Rook by surprise. You were quite interesting)

In a similar way to what Neige had done in your very short stay at the RSA, Rook also took it upon himself to guide you, explaining what the places you passed were and told you little curiosities about some of the students - you had no idea who these students were , but Rook seemed ecstatic to talk about it and you enjoyed listening to him .

He also told you that your friend had probably gone towards the Hall of Mirrors, where all the mirrors leading to the different dormitories were located

You didn't understand why he was giving you all that information, some of which seemed like sensitive information to you, you were a stranger – and he had threatened you with an arrow minutes earlier – why was he being so friendly with you?!

He told you that he had a feeling that it would be useful for you to have them, but he didn't argue further.

It annoyed you, but then he had no obligation to tell you everything he knew…

(You couldn't have known that Trein and Crewel had set aside a room in the staff wing for you. But Rook knew.)

As Rook spoke you couldn't help but look around.

Even if the RSA was much more elegantly curated, you appreciated the slightly darker air of the NRC. You weren't sure what it was exactly, but there was something about it that reminded you of home.

Oh dear! Were you feeling homesick?

During your time at Twisted Wonderland you had become homesick while you were with Crewel; not because the time spent with him was bad, simply put, compared to the time spent with Trein, when you were with Crewel you had good memories of your own world and the people who were waiting for you there.

This was your second day here, and you were already homesick? Was it because the NRC reminded you of home?

Surely the road you were traveling on, with its respective forest at the side – was it some school thing? to have a mini forest on school grounds? – reminded you of the route you had to take to get to Lady Tremaine's house.

“And these are the Great Seven, every dormitory in the institute is based on one of them”

You had come in front of seven statues and the name had reminded you of something, but this was overshadowed when you noticed how familiar some of those statues were to you.

Without realizing it, you approached what must have been the Queen of Hearts and goodness, you didn't have the slightest doubt that it was the same Queenie you knew, just as you were sure that among those statues there were also Frau Grimhilde and Maleficent.

The other statues were also familiar to you, even though you had had no direct contact with the individuals they depicted: you knew the Wicked Sea Witch's writing too well - you had studied her journals, it was the same handwriting as the contract the statue held - the man with the serpent-shaped scepter must have been the Grand Vizier who had attempted to usurp the throne of Agrabah – that scepter was kept under magical lock in their museum and there were several descriptions of it in the magic books – you didn't know much about the lion statue, but you were pretty sure it was another one who had tried to usurp his brother's throne, the same thing happened with the statue of the burning man, it looked like the God of the Underworld but the statue was different from how you imagined him – which incidentally, was based on how Maleficent described the man (?) and that wasn't a good description at all.

Oh.

Ooh.

Oh shit

(Oh, but yeah, let's throw away all the good manners you had diligently learned)

This was all fucking fucked up

And apparently you were even more so

Damn.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #disney #reader insert #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit #che'nya x reader #rook hunt #rook x reader #nrc #twst rsa

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bunni-v1 · 6 months

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Can I request Nsfw C, K, and W for Che’nya and Neige Leblanche?

🍓I didn't even think about side characters getting requests. But they did! This is my last one before I have to do full lists. Very exciting but also very stressful! Now, a little warning, this will be my last post (maybe) this week due to classes picking up and general life stressors.

Che'nya

C - Cum: Che'nya's cum is thick and there is A LOT of it. It's almost ever ending. It's worse when he's in his "heat" (I'll get into this later), cause he produces more in response to the whole "mating season". His favorite place to see it on you is your face, though. You look positively delicious marked by his cum.

K - Kink: He's very much a watch and get off kinda guy. He likes catching you masturbating and then joining in with you, and then eventually it escalates into actual sex. He's also very much a touches you in public and enjoys watching you squirm and stutter to explain your behavior kinda dude as well. He is a known tease after all.

W - Wild Card: So, I'm getting into the heat thing. This isn't gonna be hot, I'm spitting cat facts at you lol. Anyway, male cats don't have heat, but they have reactions to female cat heat during "mating season" therefore exhibiting traits typical of heat. So, in his case, he sorta just reacts to the menstrual cycles going on around him. If you don't have a menstrual cycle, then he pretty much just goes off vibes and has a general guestimation of when you become most horny and eventually falls into a natural rhythm.

Neige

C - Cum: Neige's cum is pretty? Idk how else to describe it, it's just a nice pretty pearly consistency and it tastes pretty yummy thanks to his diet. He's far too shy to cum on your face or anything, but he likes it when you show it to him on your tongue before you swallow it. It makes him blush, but also makes him feel like he's satisfying you as much as you are him.

K - Kink: Neige does not have many kinks -- if any. Maybe pegging, but that's really it. He gets too nervous and embarrassed by anything more intense than the basic stuff. He might be willing to try a quickey or two in his dressing room, though. If you'd let him.

W - Wild Card: Neige is SENSITIVE to the touch. Like seriously, even if you gently graze his crotch he's shivering in delight at the feeling. It doesn't matter how many times you've had sex with the guy, he is just endlessly sensitive and there is nothing you can do to stop him from trembling at the lightest touch.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #bunni's treats 🧁#che'nya x reader #neige x reader

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angelizs · 2 years

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[Keep the warmth in - A lazy morning with Che'nya]

You can feel the sun rays behind your eyelids, the few ones that escaped the curtains grasp, trying to wake you up, as if biding you good morning.

Drowsy, your eyes open, blinking once, twice, thrice. A deep sigh leaves your lips, your chest heaving with it.

The room is warm, the body draped over you is warmer. The hot breath tingles your neck, the fluffy ears twitching slightly. There are legs tangled with yours, arms embracing you.

You move your fingers, one by one, calling feeling back to your dormant hand. Softly, you caress the mop of hair under your palm, humming as you bask into the morning tranquility, a rare calm moment in your so busy life.

It's warm and tender. You watch your lover's sleeping face, even if you had to crank your neck a bit to do so. Che'nya looks incredibily innocent like this, no trace of his usual mischievous self. His mouth is slightly open and, up close, you can see his features better, how his eyelashes lay on his skin, how his cheeks are flushed in a cute pink tone, his hair tousled.

The smile that takes over your face is fond, your eyes drinking up the sight while it lasts. A sound of contentment leaves your throat, your free hand rubbing circles and tracing little shapes on Che'nya's back.

You can feel a light purring coming from him. He nuzzles his head onto your shoulder, hiding his face from view. You adjust your head, exposing your neck to acomodate him better. Your hand doesn't leave his hair, petting it with care.

In the back of your mind, you wonder what time it may be. You make a mental list of what you have do to through the day, including what you should make for breakfast. Buttered toast with tea sounds nice and easy, so maybe you should go with that.

There's a feather light feel on your neck, lips grazing over it, close enough to touch but not quite doing it. You shiver, your hands stopping their motions as your breath hitches. "Hm, good meow-rning..." Che'nya's voice is rough from just having woken up, a raspy tone on it that mingles with his usual chipper one.

A kiss is deposited on your neck, followed by a light nibble. You sigh, a sound filled with joy. You can feel his heart beating from where his chest presses against yours, a comforting feeling. Another kiss follows the last one, his hand reaching yours and lacing your fingers together. Your heart flutters as you squeeze it, chuckling, your voice barely a whisper.

"Good morning, love." Che'nya pulls back, his head coming in front of yours and blocking the sunlight. Above you, his hair is messier than usual, his ears without their usual earrings, his eyes lidded. There's a grin on his face, as always, but it's one he reserves just for you. Not the too big one, but not a too small one, either. It's just the right amount of both loving and teasing. You slide the hand from his hair to cup his cheek, feeling him melt into your palm, his eyes closing in bliss. Your thumb caress the skin, relishing on the contact. "Did you sleep well?"

"I had the craziest dream." He mewls, his forehead coming in touch with yours. You hum, encoraging him to go on. "There was a door, but it was very tiny, and I was very big." Your hand slips from his cheek, holding onto the back of his neck. "Then I became very tiny, but everything else was really big."

"Oh? What did you do then?" Your fingers graze his neck gently, his ears twitch, goosebumps appearing on his skin. He pulls back again, his eyes fluttering open to gaze down at you. His head turns to the side, very much like a curious cat, and his grin widens.

"I'll tell you, but only if you give me something."

"How about a kiss?"

His head cocks to the other side, as if thinking it over, a pout of concentration on his lips. "Nope, won't do." He shakes his head, his hair getting more out of place, making you giggle.

"Two, then."

His eyebrows furrow, eyes closing. "No." He drags the word, dramatically. You can't resist it, so you poke the wrinkles, making him yelp.

"So demanding. Three it is."

He stares at you, giving a fleeting glance at your lips before looking up again. "I supposed it'll do for now." His hand releases the hold it had on yours and reaches your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Che'nya leans in and presses your lips together, tenderly. It's soft and slow, lazy, even. His teeth graze your bottom lip as he's about to pull away, but you stop him. The hand on the back of his neck leads your lips to connect again and you groan, pleased.

There's a quick moment when your lips part for you to catch your breath before they are meeting once more, your hand traveling up to rum through his hair as he whimpers. Your free hand goes to his waist, holding him close to you, keeping the warmth in.

You separate but he stays close, hovering over you. His lips have an after kiss quality to them that makes satisfatction flow through you. Your hand trails from behind his ears to the back of his neck to his cheeks, mimicking his own.

"I passed through the door." He says, picking up on where you left the conversation about his dream. "But everything stayed big, and I stayed small."

"I see. That's a strange dream, but it's in accordance to your usual ones, right? It would be stranger if it wasn't."

"How odd that you try to find order in the midst of chaos." Che'nya leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead, so full of affection you can feel it. He then rolls over to the other side of the bed and sits up, stretching his limbs. "You're right, it's still on brand for me!"

You laugh from his sudden burst of energy. "Feeling awake now?"

"After that? Of course I am! Although I could use an extra boost, just to make sure~"

You sit up as well, coming face to face with him. You give him a quick peck before getting up and ready to start the day, grin firmly in place as he follows you, asking for another kiss.

The sun enters the room and it's warm. You feel warm, down to the tip of your toes. Che'nya also feels warm, by the smile on his face. It's a warm moment, and it's yours.

Masterlist

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #chenya x reader #che'nya #che'nya x reader #I present to you:#fluff #I'm. very soft. no one talk me.#also it's 3 am right now so I'm not proofreading this #I'm barely coherent as it is so I'll just leave this here #staying strong che'nya nation #twisted wonderland #oh to have such affection in my life #* posts this and procceds to pass out on spot *#wonderland wonder

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awkwardsaweeb · 1 year

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Salacious Inclinations

Pairing: Che’nya/reader

Tags: Fem!reader, Fingering, oral(Fem receiving), blood, biting, praise, degradation, Exhibitionalism

Word Count: 2,204

Your late evenings in the library are typically spent in solitary, tucked away in some quiet, cubical-like corner to seal yourself away in. You preferred it this way, blanketed in the overwhelming smell of the untouched tomes and the distant sounds of turning pages and scraping graphite. Your little nook was incredibly comforting, soaking in the warm amber light of the dingy flickering bulbs above, a sharp contrast to the dreary gray sky. The soft patters of rain against glass provided a special kind of sensory satisfaction that brought you so close to the precipice of peace that you could feel yourself drift ever closer to the edge of sleep.

The surface of your table has been utterly consumed by books, stacks of material you’d haphazardly grabbed at the mere mention of triens paper assignment, desperate for any sentence that could boost your score.

Amidst the peace you found teetering between stages of REM, you'd been brought back to the present by the cloudy sounds of giggling. They were distant at the moment, straining to really hear it. It was soft and airy, with almost a disembodied tone to it, like music playing from a waterlogged speaker. As it made its way closer to your area, a wave of mischief seemed to trail behind it, bouncing in and out of reality with every disturbance.

You tensed as it grew ever closer, seemingly just around the corner. This world was filled with all sorts of things that simply made no sense at all; this rule not only followed the logic but the people as well. As the soft giggles were just on the other side of the bookcase to your left, you braced yourself for yet another mess to clean up, possibly the only consistency of your time here. Anxiously eying the edge of the bookcase, your eyes strained in concentration, the joyful noise stopping abruptly at the moment that what should have been a body made its way into your space.

That's odd.

Your nerves are still on high; the instinct to remain suspicious is now permanently ingrained in your psyche from your time here—eyes scanning desperately at your surroundings, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of anything.

Your heart nearly leaps out from the cage of your chest, a cold sweat immediately coating your skin, and a large hand with deft, delicate fingers clasped tightly over your mouth. A suppressed shriek rips its way from your throat, the air rippling the skin as a few bubbles of air break past the seal. A soft “Boo” having been whispered into your ear, soon followed by the sporadic untuned melody of giggles.

You’re overcome with immediate irritation, having just now figured out precisely who the walking nuisance is.

Che’nya.

You mentally chastise yourself for not realizing sooner, having grown accustomed to the sound of the beast man that liked to chase your heels.

Reaching up, you mean to grasp at his wrist to yank it away, only for the pressure and the man to disappear in your grasp. Great. Sucking in a sudden breath at the surprising feeling of fingertips lightly grazing up the side of your thigh, lightly playing with the hem of your skirt. He idly rolled it between the pads of his fingers as if testing the fabric.

“Did you miss me?” he speaks behind you, his voice once more becoming level with your left ear, “Because I have certainly missed you.” His following sentence is mumbled, so close that you could feel his hot breath puff against your throat and his nose ever so slightly brush against your hair. His hand slowly begins to move again, sliding below the fabric as he encroaches onto the heated space between your thighs. Your breath hitched and staggered as his knuckles grazed against the covered lips of your core, “Especially after the last time.” Your mind quickly flashes back to about a month ago; the tea time you'd had with Riddle had ended, and as you made your way back through the high hedges of roses. You’d been abruptly yanked from the trail behind an out-of-place tree as Che’nya had descended upon you. He’d taken you then, panties stretched out against your rocking ankles and your hands scraping desperately against the cutting bark as you’d tried desperately to keep your knees from buckling. Che’nya roughly thrusting into you from behind without a consequential thought in his head.

Your face heats, Unable to force it down in the wake of the slowly growing pressure. Even though you still can't see him, his touch is incredibly present as he slowly works against the soft cotton fabric.

“My my,” he giggles, “Already so sticky for me. Have you been eager for my return? Hmm?”.

Even though he asked you a question, you can feel your ability to respond quickly leaving you as your mouth begins to fill with sand and your tongue starts to feel like it’s swollen enough to fill your mouth completely. It’s not as if he is really expecting an answer anyway.

His fingers slowly hook around the crotch of the material and pull it aside, his fingers slowly working against the swelling flesh before using his middle finger to part your folds, gliding through your slick. You catch a moan in your throat, still vaguely aware of the people within your relative proximity. His fingers trail around your labia, sliding up to twirl around the bud at the top of your clit. The intense pulse that follows makes your knees jerk, nearly smacking the bottom of the table as you struggle to contain yourself.

“Why bother muffling your moans, I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already so aroused.” His middle finger slides back down, circling the ring of muscles at your entrance before breaking the seal and gliding right in. Arching your back against the hardwood of your chair and your arms shooting out in front of you to find purchase against the hard edge of the table, A whiney call of his name slides from your lips. Schooling yourself by pinning your bottom lip between your teeth, you try in vain to keep the noises down. “ Go ahead, let them know what a whore you are.” he moves to your other ear. “Getting off on being fucked in public, on being my good girl.”. You can almost see his Cheshire grin split his face in two as the sharp points of his canines graze along the skin of your throat.

Enough pressure to indent the skin but just short of splitting it open.

“Please,” you ask, it's soft and barely there, but he hears it.

“Please, what kitten? I’m afraid I don't know what you are asking for.” He can be such a dick.

His response is followed by another finger joining the first, his pace picking up substantially as a wet slosh follows in its wake.Your knees begin to tremble, and paranoia of the noise enticing the curiosity of others has been pushed to the back of your mind in lew of chasing something else.

“Please,” you start, swallowing down a moan before continuing, “ Make me come.”

“Well, aren't you a needy little thing today” Poking his tongue from between his lips, he drags it up the shell of your ear; His breath is scorching as it further works to fog your mind. “But since you’ve asked so nicely..” He trails off.

Suddenly he’s gone, his fingers quickly disappearing from your depths, and the warmth of his lurking form vanishing. It takes you a moment to collect what little remains of your mind to realize the situation as a pent-up sob leaves you. “Wait, what-” and immediately, a pang of pleasure shoots straight through you, rattling your spine and forcing your hands to slap over your mouth to avoid attracting a fellow student.

Che’nya has appeared below the table, head resting between your open thighs with the smuggest grin you have yet to see grace his features.He’d licked a solid strip up the length of your core, saliva hot and tongue thick as the drag of the muscle hit all of the nerves along the surface. He stops as he waits for you to make eye contact with him again, biding his time by nibbling lightly at the skin of your thigh. You refuse, however, getting woefully frustrated with this ongoing game that only he seems to be in on. A sharp pain hit you soon after, the suddenness making your leg lock in response, eyes shooting down to make contact with the best man. He pulls his teeth from the meat of your thigh, a couple of droplets of blood following the polished enamel as the rivulets dribble down the skin.

A couple of droplets fall free onto the old scuffed wooden boards below before he lets his tongue loose once more. Bringing it along the fresh wound, he tries to soothe the pain in faux worry followed by a light chastising of “Pay attention.” You’re irritated and frustrated but more than willing to put your upset on the back burner for now. You’ll get him back eventually. Stiffly nodding your head, you offer a modest “fine” in response as you keep his gaze.

His teeth are back out in the open as he smiles, a tinged film now covering them in a sheer glow of gore. He quickly gets back on task, his fingers reappearing to make the shape of a “V” as they slide against your outer lips, opening you wide for his viewing pleasure. His right hand finds purchase against the top of your left thigh, sliding against the blood and leaving a tacky smear in his grasp. His grip is tight as he reassures your open position, coming in close to give himself a deep inhale of your arousal.

Bringing his mouth back against your clit, slow up and down licks of his tongue, turning the flesh around with his tongue. He’s gentle but firm, his tongue making quick work of the slick that gathered between your thighs, an audible swallow following the swirl against your entrance. He pushes the hot muscles past the opening as he sinks further into your depths. His tongue isn't particularly long, but it’s wide and thick, folding slightly as he works against the spongy walls inside of you. He works hard to expand and retract his tongue as it wriggles around the gooey heat of your cunt, bringing the fingers that held the flesh open up to begin twirling against your bud. It’s gotten much harder to breathe, your chest is hot, and your face and legs begin to tingle as your stomach tightens. Your hands move from the table's edge to tangle into the lavender locks atop his head, twirling the strands between your fingers as they slide far enough down to the roots to tether yourself to him. A jovial chuckle leaves his lips as it provides a tinge of vibration to the sensitive skin in his mouth.

Closing his lips around the heated swollen flesh, he begins to suck, the wet seal coupled with the grind of his tongue fucking into the squishy textured heat of your canal, quickly yanking you over to the edge, the threat of falling over mere moments away. The quiet trail of swears and pleas spill from your lips like a kettle boiling over onto the stove. Very similarly, your end is followed by a shout and uncontrollable spill of your juices amid your orgasm. Your thighs convulse around his head as he scoops up the flemy release, swallowing the globs down eagerly.

When he pulls away, the flush of his face matches yours, a rich color filling the apples of his cheeks and the darkened depths of your eyes.

“That's my good girl, " he praises, slowly easing you back down from your high as he lightly drags his hands along your body, waist, hips, and thighs. Delivering one more soft kiss to your bud, he pulls away, but not before promising to see you later on in the evening to finish what he’s started. He’s been shooed away, slowly fading into the realm of invisibility by the quick incoming steps of someone who had heard your cry. He winks at you once more before he’s completely gone, vanishing just in time as the worried body of your friend Deuce comes around the corner.

“Are you alright?” he asks in a bit of a panic as his skin flickers back and forth over your area of rest before noticing the wound on your leg. Eyes following the direction of his eyes, you quickly slap your hand over the mark. “You're bleeding!” He cries, about to step forward to help you.

Throwing your hand out in front of yourself, you stop him. “NO!” you cry, an awkward chuckle following, your face somehow feeling even hotter. “ I’m alright! I think I just pricked myself on a nail or something”. You hope he buys your excuse, Still dawning a look of doubt.

More than anything, you hope he hadn't noticed the defined shape of teeth, wishing above all else that the veil of blood had covered it.

“Yeah, sure,” he starts. “A nail..”

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twistedwonderworm · 9 months

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Heyo! You may refer to me as "Cheshire Cat anon!" I'm 19 btw :))

And I'd like to request a make-out session with Che'nya! If that's not possible, I'd like to give the silly catboy some ear scritches:))

If u don't want to do this request, feel free to ignore it or delete it!! Love u, bye!!

-Chesh. Cat anon

Here you go!! It's probably a bit bad since I'm not the best at make-out sessions. But I incorporated both ideas since I liked them both.

Kitten Kisses (TWST SFW)

Pairing: Che'nya x GN!reader

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 311

😺😺😺😺😺

Life was stressful for Y/N but spending time with Che'nya always made them feel better. There was nothing they loved more than sitting on the beastman's lap and talk or just make out. It never mattered. Sometimes they just cuddled quietly. But tonight was definitely a make out kind of night.

Kissing Che'nya was almost hypnotizing, goosebumps breaking out onto Y/N's arms whenever Che’nya’s tongue slid against theirs. His tongue was nowhere near as rough as a cat's tongue was which surprised Y/N, but it was still a bit rougher than the tongue of a human. This just made kissing him all the more interesting.

"I love you so much," the beastman purred against his lover's kiss, still grinning a bit. He wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist and pulled them closer against him. Feeling the warmth of them against him made Che'nya purr with happiness. Y/N wrapped their legs around his waist as they kissed the corner of his mouth.

“I love you too, darling,” Y/N whispered, knowing that his sensitive ears caught everything they said before they dived in for another kiss. Che’nya chuckled into the kiss as his lover hungrily drank the kiss in, opening his mouth when they teased his lips with their tongue. He moaned gently into the kiss as they deepened it. He was so distracted by the taste of them and how they were pressing against him that he didn’t notice that they pushed him onto his back hit the sofa cushions.

He whined a bit when they broke the kiss, but the human just smiled and gave their beastman lover gentle scritches behind his ear to appease him, “I’m sorry, love, but I do still need to breath sometimes.” They were panting a bit from the lack of the air that the kisses caused.

“Well, maybe there’s something we can do about that.”

#fluffy worm #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #gn reader #twst x gn reader #twst chenya #che'nya #che'nya x reader #cheshire cat anon

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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For the event, if its ok, could you do smut 21 95 100 with Che'nya from Twisted Wonderland? Thank you! :D

Thank you for requesting~ ☺

Smut Prompts; 'You're so wet', 'Quiet, baby, the other will hear' & 'You're still horny? Didn't I fucked you hard enough last night?'

Warning; che'nya is in heat, ooc!che'nya(?, rimming.

Che'nya [Twisted Wonderland]

Please, enjoy the event~

Che'nya's mind was fuzzy, a little more on the dizzy side, all due to the high temperature of his body. He already texted his boyfriend about his problem and he was currently waiting for him.

(M/n) arrived at Che'nya's dorm, not bothering on knock since the cat-hybrid told him to just walk in. The sound of the door caught the violet-haired male's attention, whining quietly as he reached his hand out to (M/n), his silent way of telling him that he no longer had suppressants available and he only had him. (M/n) understood and locked the door behind him, it was late at night in the Royal Sword Academy dorms, they had to be quiet.

Or as quiet as they could be.

(M/n) walked closer to the bed, and climbed on it, looming over Che'nya and leaning down to kiss him, which made him moan and whimper, thrusting his hips upwards to try and get some of the friction he craved.

Reaching his hands down, (M/n) pulled Che'nya's bottom clothes off of his body, slowly caressing his thighs until his fingers trailed up and in between them. Barely gracing his entrance, (M/n) felt his fingers getting covered with the slick Che'nya was releasing, the touch making the male under him squirm on the bed.

"You're so wet," he whispered and Che'nya turned around without saying a word, raising his hips off the bed, swaying them as he raised his tail straight. (M/n) took in the sight as he reached his hands to spread apart his cheeks, staring at his hole, dripping and twitching.

Leaning down, he pressed his face against his butt, sticking his tongue out and dragging it up slowly, tasting him. Che'nya gripped the pillow, struggling to keep quiet while pushing his hips back further onto (M/n)'s tongue, feeling it penetrating him and licking around inside him.

This was one of the fastest ways to make Che'nya calm down, usually, after getting eaten out he would only need two more orgasms to feel his body temperature lowering to normal.

Glancing up, (M/n) saw how Che'nya's body was trembling, his moans muffled by the pillow. He backed away, licking his lips and pulling his bottom clothes low enough to take his erection out, pressing his wet tip against Che'nya's dripping hole.

Che'nya let out a choked moan when (M/n) was fully inside him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his arms gave out, laying limp on the bed as the only thing holding him were (M/n)'s hands on his hips. He continued to whine and whimper every time the (h/c) haired male thrust deep inside him, satisfying that itch that covered all his body.

"You're... too slow, (M/n), please... move faster~" he pleaded, glancing over his shoulder at the male behind him.

Gritting his teeth, (M/n) did what he was told, causing Che'nya to release louder and high-pitch moans. He was being almost too loud, so (M/n) leaned over him, pressing his chest to the quivering male's back, and covered his mouth with his hand.

"Quiet, baby, the others will hear," he muttered next to his ear, and the feeling of his hot breath against his fluffy, sensitive ear, made Che'nya's eyes fill with tears, his body shaking as he came.

His thrust didn't stop until Che'nya's body was left weak and trembling, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused on the brink of falling asleep. (M/n) took care of him and laid down next to him until the next morning came.

And he wasn't much surprised when he awoke with a heavy feeling on his body, and when he opened his eyes, there was Che'nya, his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure, his hips humping against his thigh, letting out quiet gasps and whines. He was about to cum, when (M/n) pinned him on his side of the bed, and he left staring at him with surprised yellow eyes.

"You're still horny? Didn't I fucked you hard enough last night?" Che'nya only shook his head no in response, making (M/n) smirk as he leaned down, "You better call in sick today, then."

#.mackjlee9's 2k event #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #che'nya x reader #twst chenya x reader #twst chenya #male reader #reader insert #x reader #smut #smut prompts #writing event

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knoxmares · 6 months

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clutch of a cute neighbor - power bottom che'nya x top male pomefiore reader

MINORS DNI

tags: che'nya exhibiting some yandere behavior, possessiveness, hints of sensory deprivation (receiving), very subtle breeding kink

You really must be distracted today because it isn’t until you’ve completely removed the violet robe of your dorm uniform that you feel a familiar prickling sensation on the back of your neck. No doubt his own excitement has given him away.

“I’m this close to making a deal with the Octavinelle housewarden.” A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you pinch the bridge of your nose. You really didn’t feel like his antics today, yet you turn to look back at the corner of the room where you know he awaits, the sound of his laughter coming before the appearance of his crooked smile.

“I know you don’t mean that” Che’nya practically purrs. “If you really were so cruel to want to rid yourself of a childhood friend, you could easily create some sort of cursed trap for me. That’s something you Pomefiore students excel at, right?” His devilsh smirk is but a glint as it disappears again along with the rest of him.

“Haven’t you missed me?” you suddenly feel the weight of his head on your shoulder, and you’re met with a pair of floating yellow eyes that peer at you seductively through long lashes. You feel his fingertips trail slowly across your chest.

“It’s impossible to miss you when not even a month has passed since your last visit.” You deadpan. Your feigned disinterest doesn’t faze him, however, the buttons of your black dress shirt seemingly unbuttoning themselves.

“I just worry about you…” Che’nya innocently claims. You intake a sharp breath when he teases your nipple, slightly twisting it in his invisible fingertips. “Even Riddle and Trey strayed and lost their way. How pitiful would be to see my cute neighbor wander unknowingly into the shadows?” You feel the tickle of fur on your cheek as he just barely grazes his teeth across the skin of your neck.

His effect on you is only evident in the way you tightly ball your fists at your sides, desire and annoyance welling up inside you. The word cute echoes in your head, the word floating on the tails of Che’nya’s teasing tone just like it did when you were younger. It was annoying as a little boy to feel like your identity was consumed by such a word, leading you to be a bit bitter when assigned to Pomefiore, but you’d grown past that. It still irked you, however, when he said it.

“You’ve just never been one to share your toys” you scoff, eyes now focused on the seemingly detached hands that walk themselves down your stomach to the hem of your pants. How long had you been his plaything? He had welcomed you with eyes of playful curiosity when you first moved in beside him as a kid, and somehow that was never replaced by boredom. Instead, as you got older, his eyes became dotted with some intense desire that you had yet to satiate.

“Do you blame me for not trusting others with my prized plaything?” His smile reappears in front of your bulge, purple nail gently raking across your length that is now only covered by the thin fabric of your underwear. It twitches at his touch, causing his smile to become impossibly wider. “Even the perfectly manicured hands of Vil Schoenheit could ruin you, you know?”

“Vil is my housewarden.”

“Curious…” Che’nya allows his whole body to come into view, still kneeling before you but face absent of previous mirth. “For someone so busy, he seems to have plenty of time for you.” His face remains impassive as he rids you of your last layer of clothing and takes your length into his hand.

“Spying on me, are you?” your voice comes off breathless as you barely hold back a moan. Che’nya drinks in your reaction, pulling out that repressed moan by licking a stripe up your shaft.

“No need. Not when there’s traces of you in so many of his MagiCam posts.” This time he uses his tongue to tease the base of your balls. When you grip his hair he sucks on one side lewdly. “It’s like you tease me on purpose” he mewls, pout on his face as he presses his cheek to your pelvis.

“A glimpse of your favorite pencil on the table at the library. Your signature nail polish color adorning his nails. Your shadow lurking in the corner. Even an image of your hand holding a mirror for him.” With every word he strokes you with more fervor. It’s like he can’t stand the idea of you being remotely close to someone. Even as kids, he’d act out if you seemingly drifted closer to Trey or Riddle. You were his cute neighbor. Only his.

“You’re ah-“ he takes you into his mouth. “Being ridiculous.” slurping sounds fill the space of your room as he eagerly bobs his head on your cock. Your hips are spurred forward by the inviting heat of his mouth, tip hitting the back of his throat. He takes you with ease, even managing to slightly quirk his lips up in a grin as he slows his movements, just barely scraping his teeth along your length. You shudder at the sensation, fisting his hair once again. You use it as leverage to force him down on you again, his tongue feeling too good working against the underside of your cock. With pleasure building up fast you pull him off you. He tries to take your tip into his mouth again, but you hold his hair in a tight grip, causing him to chuckle and lick his lips.

“You do make me a bit mad.” He truly does look dazed, heavy lidded eyes consumed with lust. Hand previously used to fondle your balls sneaks further back to ghost over your entrance, tip of his finger just barely entering you as he passes back over it again. He watches you closely to gauge your reaction, but you simply click your tongue.

“Enough with the games Che’nya. I know you already prepared for me” Your words ignite a spark in those yellow eyes that suddenly disappear. In fact, his presence disappears all together, hair no longer held in your grasp. You pump your leaking cock a couple of times glancing around the room as you wait for his reappearance.

“Who appears needy now?” His teasing voice bounces off your walls. “I’m sure Vil has never seen you so uncomposed. He’d probably be appalled that you even allow yourself to show a hint of desperation.” his giggle permeates the air.

“I like it though.” His words become a whisper in your ear. “I love every part of you” He blows onto your ear, taunting you.

“You’ll give me all of you, won’t you?” He appears now on your bed, fully unclothed, clearly projecting his own desperation onto you as he looks back at you already holding his cheeks apart. His tail flicks in the air in anticipation, hole fluttering around nothing as you approach him.

“Open” he twirls his tongue around the fingers you push between his lips, never breaking eye contact with you even as you push those same fingers into his entrance. Hands now gripping your sheets, he whines for more as he pushes his hips back to meet your small thrusts. He shudders as you curl your fingers to brush against his prostate, but it’s not long until you give him what he really wants. He’s practically salivating as you press your tip into him.

Encouraging you to just fill him up already, you bottom out, eliciting a moan from both your lips. “That’s it” he purrs. “Isn’t it like my hole was made for you, molding around you so purrfectly” You grunt in response, taking the base of his tail in your hand so you can begin thrusting into him. Moans spill from Che’nya’s lips, head thrown back in pleasure. As your thrusts get more passionate, you leave his tail in favor of gripping his hips, your hips sharply snapping into his. You don’t even care that purple bruises will bloom where your fingers dig into him. He’ll likely trace them in delight later, dizzy with happiness that you’ve marked him in some form.

With your movements becoming more sporadic, Che’nya can tell you’re close and predictably switches positions. One instant he’s rocking back to meet your thrusts with his back arched and the next he’s hugging your shoulders, forcing you to hold him up as he continues to bounce on your cock.

“You better give me every drop of your cum” lips brush over your ear, nails digging into your back. With his legs tightly hooked around you, you hold his slim hips tightly against you as you thrust up into him. He gasps into your neck as you fill him with your hot seed, rolling his hips forward for friction as his walls tightly clamp around you. He lets out a soft, gasping whine as he cums untouched, holding you tighter. With both of you gasping for breath, he licks and nips your neck, murmuring the word “mine” into your skin. He knows that you hate when he leaves marks, but he also knows you are more than capable of covering them up.

You suppose you should at least let him have that, since you never allow his kisses to drift to your lips. That would make this more than it is. It was the one part of you that you’d hold out of Che’nya’s reach, hating the way he called you his cute neighbor but unwilling to let him call you something more. In that way, maybe it was more fitting to call him your plaything. No wonder you drove him mad.

#about to post an unofficial sequel to this fic so ig it's time for it to return to tumblr #che'nya x reader #cw yandere

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