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Twisted Wonderland “Twist-and-Drag” Series #10 ~ Villains do know their classic Disney Romance Songs
taking no reclamation if Grims starts singing xDD
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As someone who's never been to the ocean, being in a landlocked state, I really appreciate this post
Can you believe that there are people who live so close to the ocean that they can just think “hey, I should go to the ocean” and then they just do???
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Jack being cute, Jade being jealous, Kalim being a brat (probably for attention), just, so many thoughts
Twisted Wonderland “Twist-and-Drag” Series #9 ~ Boys with a Crush don’t act like themselves
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The whole self love thing is good and all but some people can’t fathom being loved. They can’t imagine there being anything good about them. So they can’t simply just stop doing unhealthy things, there’s a process.
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Adding to this, If there's mold on one slice of bread, the mold has already affected the rest of the loaf. Apply that to any other food. You can't see it, but it's all already bad.
[kisses you tenderly on the lips while holding you like my lover] don’t eat any food with mold on it even if you cut the moldy part off ok?
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Please share the lewd interspecies romance.
Okay so mostly I have thoughts over the Octavinelle trio, especially the twins 🫣 but i wrote a lil something for most of them! also this was not meant to be so long idk what happened
[tags] - nsfw, AFAB-implied reader, but written gender-neutral, mentions of ruts/heats, breeding, etc
nsfw under read-more, minors DNI!
If you really compare humans to the nonhuman population of Twisted Wonderland, there's are some small physiological differences between species. Fae, surprisingly, don't differ from humans all too much. Land dwellers in general don't have anything too significant, though all of nonhuman species retain aspects of their animal counterparts.
Most of Savanaclaw goes through some sort of rut/heat during various times in the year, primarily early spring and summer. There's no logical reason for them to retain that aspect of their mating cycle anymore, not for a sentient species that have skills of logic and reasoning. Unfortunately, they didn't get to choose how their evolution worked, and so they have to deal with it in anyway they can.
They get a lot more irritable, they have throbbing headaches, their abdomen hurts, and the scent of their mate is a lot more enticing than normal. Jack probably has it the worst of them, as a wolf beastmen. Not only does he have to deal with a fever-inducing rut that will put him out of commission for a week, afterwards he has to deal with the a/b/o jokes from his classmates too, oh the horror. It is really a horror though when he's able to bend you over his bed, bite marks aligned your neck and back as his dick pounds into you till his knot swells and locks you in for at least an hour. Jack's incredibly embarrassed afterwards, though he manages to be incredibly sweet even after rearranging your guts. Wolf beastmen are one of the most affectionate partners to have with a reputation providing some of the best aftercare for their species. It's most likely to make up for their week-long copulation, stretching and tiring out their sweet little mates. Ooooh, but they'll so very sweet: cleaning up the sticky mess of fluids between your legs with their tongue, careful to not overstimulate you (unless you ask), tending to the mating mark they placed on the back of your neck with soft kisses and licks, and making sure to prop your lower half up to that your chances of taking their seed increases.
Lacking the annual rut/heat that other variants of beastmen have, lion and hyena beastmen are more similar is this regard, as they don't have the same issue of long copulations as wolf beastmen. Neither will initiate sex, rather they'll rely on their mates to do so. Ruggie, in particular, is rather reluctant initiating sex, as male hyenas are typically more submissive, so if you're shy you'll have to get over it. But once you do, Ruggie is ever so happy to service you if you're happy to give him praise. Run your hands through his hair and ears as he eats you out, he'll let out the cutest whimpers and groans as you do. Just, expect to be jellyboned by the time he's done with you, as a hyena he needs to make sure his mate won't snip back at him and you can't exactly do that if your fucked out. While he may not have the same stamina as Jack for week-long fuck session, he has a particularly short refractory period and can have several short sessions in a single night.
Leona also won't typically initiate sex on his own, it happens very sporadically, and he his the image of the lazy lion. While he never wants to do anything particularly extraneous, who is he to deny you needs? You'll have to do some preparing though, as while the barbs on his dick aren't as bad as they are in his animal variant, they will hurt if you're not wet and pliable enough. Be sure to sit on his face, don't worry you won't suffocate him and it's better you cum a few times first before taking him. Unless you want it to hurt? Once you've cum enough times, you can ride him to your heart's content. He only asks that you don't mention how he rubs his head into the crook of your neck, marking you so that if everyone couldn't tell by the sounds coming from his room, they'd know you're his from his scent. Lions are quite protective with their territory and pride after all.
Merfolk have the most extreme physiological differences between them and...any land dweller really. It comes with the territory of being suited for a completely different environment. They also behave a lot more similarly to their animal counterparts, which can be both delicious and exhausting for their humans.
Moray eels don't have a set time of the year they mate, but rather the water must be warm and plenty of food must be ready to provide to their mate. When the spring time weather above the sea starts transitioning from crisp to blazing, don't be too surprised when the twins start handfeeding you meals and snacks throughout the week, they want to make sure you're happy and full for them, getting you in the mood with a sweet, dizzying underwater dance to initiate until they get the okay from you. What's that 'okay' though? You know that yawning I mentioned before? You'll get your answer from them now, as they take your open mouth yawn as an invitation rather than a sign of tiredness. Floyd, in particular, is ready to drag you into the deep part of the pool before remembering that you need to breathe somehow. Not a problem. He'll keep your pretty head above water. You'll still have trouble breathing as his long tapered tongue worms his way in your mouth. No matter, you'll be gasping for breath as he bullies this cock into your hole, large enough that you can physically feel the bump on your stomach. Morays are awfully fond of wrapping themselves around their mates, seeing as Floyd will do his best to tangle his tail around your body and squeezing you as you squeeze down his dick. He loves the physical contact between you two, and is amused how your nails try to dig into his shoulders seeing as the mucus on his skin makes it near impossible to have a steady grasp. You're completely dependent on Floyd as you drool and cry out for relief from the overstimulation, which is oh so ever exciting.
Jade is equally as cruel when it comes to mating. Unlike the others, merfolk tend to mate with the intention to, well, mate. He prefers you to be soft and pliant for him, as well as wholly depending as you two fuck. So, he'll happily brew you a water-breathing potion so he can actually drag you into the deep, where he found a secluded, warm grotto that will allow him to keep you to himself for hours, but close enough to the surface that he can continuously grab you food to eat between sessions. Not that those sessions will be short either. Like his brother, Jade is content to wrap himself around your body as he cooed honeyed words into your ears about how you'll make a wet, warm, soft hole for breeding. It's not like he'll have to do much either, his dick is prehensile and he can wrap himself around you, swiping kisses and nuzzling into the crook of your very sensitive neck while his thick cock continuously pounds into you with a bruising pace. He's so mean!! He likes seeing you cry from overstimulation too, and Jade will continuously scoot down to clean you up with his tongue, only to claim that too much of his seed was gone and he needed to fill you up again for another few hours. He's truly quite incorrigible, especially when he bites into your neck and shoulders to make his claim on you. Don't worry, most morays' bites aren't venomous, and even if they are, you have him to care for you. You're going to be depending on him in the water anyway, so there's no need to worry about it too much.
Something that neither probably won't mention, probably because they won't realize it's something you should know, is that they can change their sex under the right conditions. If you're ever so inclined in the future to test the waters out, the twins might be so generous to let you eat them out instead.
Of the trio, Azul's the only one with an established mating season, two actually: one in the late spring and the other in the early fall. Respectively, one during finals and the other during orientation. He's already so incredibly stressed, and he has the need to breed too? Downright atrocious. It's wonderful that you're so kind that he can take refuge in you and use you like a new octopot, so tell him how pretty he is and how much you love him and only him, so that you have the privilege fucking his merform. The moment you're entering the water, he'll unconsciously display mating signals by flashing soft lilacs and blues, a beautiful display of his need for you. He's rather large, even bigger than the twins, in his merform, so you'll need preparation as well; have no fear, his tentacles are wrapping and kneading the squishiest parts of you. I mentioned before that he can taste the salt on your skin and pulse through your wrist via his suckers. He can taste the slick from your walls, too, without even having to use his mouth as the suckers massage you from the inside. If you'd like, he technically could give you a full flavor profile afterward, though he'll probably be a bit mortified to do so. The biggest difference is his dick, or lack thereof. Instead of a dick, Azul has a hectocotylus, which is a modified, slightly shorter arm of his with a thicker spade-shaped tip that he can practically rearrange your guts with, with little effort on his part really. Most octo-mer variants will keep their mate at a distance, eons of instinct hard to forget. Azul's variant, though, will keep you close, almost dancing with you in a sweet, sensual twirl as he places sweet kissing and bites on your neck, arms, and chest. Octopi are, in fact, venomous, however, so you will be feeling a bit of a lustful high, paralyzed, and a bit helpless to the whims of a needy octopus. He's quite good at aftercare though, making sure you get an antidote and handfeeding you calorie-rich snacks to energize you back up (again, he's aware that you won't eat him, but instinct dictates that he keeps you full with both food and cum to make you a happy mate).
*collapses into heap on floor* thoughts....full.....ahahaha breeding kink go burrrrr. i was not meant to write this much and then it escaped me. also i hate tagging
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Definitely this. This is how it feels.
so, did I ever tell you guys about the time my roommate accidentally simulated gender dysphoria in VR?
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A scar in the mind
Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier
CW: Discussion of injury/scars, spoilers for some of Book 6??? I guess???
Word Count: 1.5K
Notes: I know for a fact that I'm not the first and certainly won't be the last to write something like this, but here it is anyway.
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Rook Hunt is known as many things: A skilled hunter? Quite. Vice housewarden of Pomefiore? A title he wears with pride. Lover and pursuer of all things beautiful? Most definitely.
And it is because Rook is all of these things that he finds himself flying at breakneck speed over the ocean towards where his housewarden is being held, albeit with two more companions than he had originally planned for.
Though, he's hardly complaining. Especially after the beautiful display of resolve the two men in question had shown after they'd run into him on his way out.
Rook is truly grateful to have been blessed with such wonderful companions.
And so, when one of said companions begins shivering due to not being dressed to withstand the cold, what else can Rook do except offer his spare Pomefiore uniform?
Upon landing and setting up camp for the night, Rook presents the Prefect with his spare uniform, "You may change behind the trees, so long as you don't stray too far from the camp, Trickster." He says while he and Epel turn towards the bonfire.
"Oh, no. It's fine. I'm used to changing in front of other people." Rook hears the Prefect say as the shuffling of fabric can be heard.
Surprised by that statement as he is, Rook still endeavors to give the other man SOME privacy. That is, until he glances over at Epel, who is looking in the Prefect’s direction with wide eyes.
Following Epel's gaze, Rook turns back around towards the Prefect only to be greeted by a horrifying visual cacophony of scars painted all along the once blank canvas of his back, shoulders and arms.
All along his right arm, Rook notes several puncture wound scars and then a full stab wound scar on his left shoulder. On his hip, Rook sees an unfortunately familiar sight in the form of a sickly green, blotchy scar created by a corrosive acid. Finally, on the center of his back, Rook sees large claw-shaped scars surrounded by dry, cracked skin.
"Trickster…" The man in question stops changing upon hearing Rook's nickname for him, "What has happened to you?" Rook says quietly and with no hint of his usual persona.
Rook hears the Prefect’s breath hitch for a moment before sighing, "Yeah…I had a feeling you guys would say something. Give me a minute." He says FAR too calmly for Rook's liking while he resumes changing into the spare uniform.
Once he's fully changed, the Prefect turns around and joins the other men around the fire.
The next few seconds of tense silence are broken by Epel, "So??? Are ya gonna explain???" He asks urgently.
"Personally, I don't think there's much TO explain. You guys aren't stupid. There's no way you haven’t heard the rumors by now." The Prefect says.
Rook has no rebuttal. He knows exactly what the other man means. No matter how hard they try, the news of an overblot will always make its way to the rest of the student body and, in the same breath, the Prefect’s name will always come up.
"So, those scars are from…?" Rook trails off, not wanting to say it.
"Yep. Each scar you saw is traceable back to one of the five overblot incidents I was involved in." The Prefect says matter-of-factly while pulling up his right sleeve, "These ones happened because one of Riddle’s rose vines got a hold of me while I was trying to protect Trey. I could barely write with this arm for a while after that."
Rook and Epel sit there in stunned silence as the Prefect continues.
"The one you saw on my back happened because I threw myself between Ruggie and Leona during his overblot. Leona was charging right for him and he was already in a bad way, so I figured I could take a hit or two. Oh, and don't bother with the dry skin. I've tried everything at this point, so I think it's just like that for good now." The man continues nonchalantly.
Rook begins to notice a pattern with these stories as the Prefect pulls down the fabric on his left shoulder.
"This one came from the trident Azul's phantom had. I was trying to push Leona out of the way of it and ended up getting skewered myself. Heh, he got SO mad at me afterwards! Still not sure why, though." He explains with a small laugh.
But neither Rook nor Epel laugh with him. Why is he making jokes about this?
"And, of course, I don't think I need to explain how I got the one on my hip, seeing as how you guys were there when it happened." He says while motioning to the two other men.
Unfortunately, the Prefect truly doesn't need to explain. Rook still remembers the sight of him shoving Epel out of the way and taking part of a blast of Vil's poison.
Silence falls over the area as the Prefect is seemingly done explaining despite not addressing the question that is no doubt on both of his companion's minds.
"Wait, isn't that only four?" Epel asks, ever the straightforward one.
"Well, it's not like I got out of Jamil’s overblot unscathed, but I wouldn't really call it a 'scar.'" The Prefect responds while taking off one of his gloves, "During the fight, I took a magic blast for Kalim, got flung back hard against a pillar and hit my spine in a way that messed up the nerves in my hands, so now I've lost some feeling in them." He says while looking at his hand melancholically, "Oh, don't tell either of them I said that, by the way. I wouldn't want them to feel guilty."
Rook's mouth is agape as his mind tries and fails to rationalize the sheer disregard for oneself the Prefect is displaying.
"Trickster, why would you do all of this?" Rook finally says in genuine concern, earning a confused look from the other man.
"What do you mean? Everyone's always saying how I'm useless and a liability because I can't use magic, so I thought this was the only way I could make myself useful." He says while pulling his knees towards his chest, "Though, sometimes I can still feel the pain, when I think about what happened."
Then it clicks in Rook's mind. This is his fault. And not just his, it's Epel's as well. No, not even just those present. Everyone at NRC did this to him. All of them.
While he may not have been personally acquainted with the Prefect until recently, Rook had heard the whispers about him that echoed through the halls since the day he was brought to this world and did nothing to stop them.
Whispers that tell of a "fittingly useless prefect for that rundown dump."
Whispers that reduce him down to his lack of magic and ignore his qualities as a person.
Whispers that would sometimes even come from the mouths of people whom he would consider friends.
Whispers that the Prefect has no doubt heard constantly, warping his perception of himself into someone expendable. Someone whose problems must always be put on the back burner in the face of someone else's.
Looking at Epel, Rook knows he's had the same realization by his shell-shocked expression and before the two men know it, they've moved to sit on both sides of the Prefect, who doesn't seem to mind.
"Well, fer what it's worth, ya should know that yer always welcome in Harveston." Epel says in an attempt at comfort, "Meemaw always mentions ya at least once in her letters to me, askin' if you've been eatin' well, amongst other things, so I think comin' with me to go see her would make her happy!"
"Really…?" The Prefect asks, slightly surprised.
"But of course!" Rook jumps in, "You should also know that my siblings have been asking about you as well!"
"H-huh? Why??" The man asks, thoroughly confused as Rook takes his hand.
"Because, whenever we talk, I always tell them how truly magnifique you are, Trickster." Rook says softly, "How caring and truly irreplaceable you are."
The Prefect blinks for a few seconds, caught off-guard by Rook's sincerity.
“And someone as irreplaceable as you shouldn't be putting himself in harm's way so often.” Rook continues, “After all, I'm sure your family couldn't bear to see you return to them in a coffin.”
The Prefect’s eyes go wide in realization and then begin to glisten with tears as he looks at his free hand which begins to tremble before fully burying his face in his knees and crying.
“mommy…daddy…” He whispers between sobs.
Rook releases the other man's hand and instead wraps his arm around him in comfort as Epel leans against his other side, letting him safely release his pent up emotions.
Rook may not be able to change the past or silence the hateful whispers in the halls, but, starting with this moment right here, he might just be able to ease the pain of the Prefect’s scars, both mental and physical, until one day, they disappear altogether.
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Bringing this shit back bc Crowley is an ACTUAL CARD.
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Always an angel never a God
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Twist fan drabble
This is a little fanfic I wrote featuring my oc Wynn (trans he/him). Heavy smut involving the Octavinelle trio. Dni if you're a minor. Tws below the cut
Contains tentacles, biting, mentions of certain female anatomy that some readers may find triggering, breeding kink, 4some.
Wynn belonging to the Dorms pt1
Of course he signed a contract. He had no other choice. Others may say differently, those who were blessed with the means to avoid it, but he was, quite literally, backed into a corner. It started with losing Ramshackle, Crowley was all too happy for the dilapidated building to suddenly be pulling in revenue, so besides the complaints and disappointment from his friends, no one stepped in. Then, he signed away his life, body and soul to them. He had nothing else he could lose. There wasn't even a challenge to overcome, it was merely everyone else's freedom in exchange for his. He'd given up trying to fight against them.
Working in the lounge was difficult, the training hard and strict, but he managed to overcome it. He attended class with Grim by day, worked in the lounge until late into the evening, then, if he was lucky, he'd get a few hours of sleep stuck under Azul's tentacles or between the twins (or all three) before starting again early in the morning. However, that isn't the case on nights when Floyd's unpredictable mood gets in the way, or when Jade has some extra "discipline" he wishes to give. Sometimes it's simply Azul wishing for more that leads to this.
"Sorry about the delay, I had some sudden business to tend to. How's our little pet holding up?"
Azul purred as he locked the door to his room behind him, shedding his human appearance as he came towards the bed. Floyd chuckled, ramming his hips against Wynn's non stop, while his mouth was being used by Jade. The latter was steadily thrusting down the Wynn's throat, barely giving him room for air. He ran a free hand along Wynn's chest while the other kept his head still enough to use. As Azul approached, Jade grabbed a fistful, pressing Wynn down until his lips were flush with his skin, cockwarming in his throat while answering the housewarden with his signature grin. "He put up a bit of a struggle at first, but is managing -hng- quite well." Wynn couldn't see Azul, but he began trembling even more than he already had been as tentacles made their way across his body. He started choking from the lack of air, groaning and desperately gripping Jade's thigh. He sadistically continued speaking to Azul over his muffled whines, but Wynn was so caught up in being unable to breathe that he couldn't hear anything, too focused on silently begging for mercy as his eyes began to roll back. His head was finally pulled off with a slick pop as he gasped and choked for air, clutching at his throat as if that would protect him. As he regained clarity, he noticed Floyd had also slowed down, letting Wynn focus on catching his breath.
Jade's soothing hand on his head was replaced by Azul's, lifting him up enough to place gentle kisses against his lips. "Good boy. You've done so well, now it's time to reward you. Don't try to fight it, just succumb to our touch." Lips against his temple, hands and tentacles caressing his exhausted body, every limb being held by one of them. Floyd nibbling against his legs while Azul cradled his head replacing the roughness with gentle tongue, Jade placing reverent kisses against his knuckles, wrist, up his arm. He didn't realize he was being moved around until his chest was flush with Floyd's, whose teeth grazed the skin against his neck. He let out a soft mewl at the sensation, wrapping his arms around Floyd's shoulders as Jade came behind him, pressing up against his back. Teasing, sensual kisses against his throat, front, back, and sides. The lingering pressure against his pulse, the slight prick of teeth eager to sink in. As both twins pressed against him, Azul's tentacles continued their caress of his skin, gripping and sucking and leaving him whining ever so sweetly.
Jade pressed his member against Wynn's ass, already entering him as Floyd let out a low groan. Wynn's face contorted into a look of pleasure as both twins rocked him between them, soft, needy sounds escaping his lip. Azul grabbed Wynn's chin, tilting his head to face him as their lips connected, swallowing the sweet sounds building in his throat. Then something else pressed against both of his entrances. Something long, hard, and unmistakably Azul. It wrapped around both of the twin's cocks, making the already difficult stretch nearly unbearable as he worked his way even deeper than both of them. The one at his front seemed thicker, and Wynn knew exactly what that meant as it began teasing the entrance to his womb.
Before he could struggle against it, the twin's rammed into him with renewed intensity, his cries muffled against Azul's tongue as his inner entrance was finally breached. Teeth marks littered his skin and firm hands held him in place with a near bruising grip. His fingers dug into Floyd's back, desperately trying to hang on, which seemed to spur him into thrusting even harder. He felt the twins bite down hard against his neck and shoulder, piercing the skin with their sharp teeth as they sent him skyrocketing over the edge. His whole body convulsed, tensing and shaking violently, screams of pleasure and pain intertwined threatening to tear him apart from the inside. His moans and cries were all swallowed by Azul, who firmly kept their lips locked together while the deep rumbling in his chest continued to build. After a few short moments that felt like eternity, the other three joined Wynn over the edge, hips sputtering and burying themselves as deep as they possibly could as seed painted and filled his insides. His eyes rolled back at the overwhelming warmth, body unable to keep up with the pleasure. Azul pulled away enough for Wynn to breathe, leaving his mewling cries to escape into the room as his body continued drowning in euphoria.
He was left breathless and dazed as his body fell limp against Jade's chest, gentle hands coming to caress every inch of his body. He didn't know what touch belonged to who, but it didn't matter anymore. Three sets of predatory eyes gazed down at his exhausted face as he was once again reminded that, he belonged to all of them.
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#twisted wonderland#bottom male reader#original character#octavinelle#azul ashengrotto#twst azul#jade leech#twst jade#floyd leech#twst floyd#twst smut#twst oc#trans oc
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Here's a bunch of terrible edits I've made, mostly in Snapchat
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