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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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characters: king, rook

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special kinks: bondage, overstimulation, degradation, sadism/masochism

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It was dark.

Chains dug into the plating on King’s wrists, holding him just high enough off the ground that he could barely stand flat-footed. Only one light shone overhead. His exposed plating only let the cold air get to him faster, his clothes off somewhere out of sight.

Heavy footsteps. He could see two glowing pinpricks of light, accompanied by the harshness of a power core.

“Hello, King.” Rook’s voice purred. “I am so glad we could finally conduct our business.”

King shuddered at the sound of his speech. As his eyes got used to the darkness beyond his yellow halo, he could see Rook’s massive outline standing before him.

“Rook.” King squeaked. Rook chuckled, putting a finger to King’s lips.

“You do not need to speak.” he said. “You will have all of the time in the world to give me your pathetic mewling. Why waste your breath now?”

Rook slowly began circling him, each of his steps intentional and patient. Calculated. His gaze was almost analytical, looking over every plating seam and joint. Perhaps it was more predatory, as if he were finding his prey’s weaknesses.

King could see Rook's plating crisscrossed by the thick leather straps of the harness he wore. It only accentuated his strong, powerful form, and King found himself short of breath.

Rook completed his circle and stopped in front of King again, reaching forward and putting a hand ever so gently on his cheek.

“You poor little thing.” he cooed. “I cannot wait to watch you fall apart in front of me.”

Before King could answer, Rook stepped away, out of sight. King pulled against his chains, but they held fast. He looked up, but he couldn't see where they ended.

Then, Rook reappeared, this time stepping into the light.

“I want to hear you beg for mercy, King.” he said coolly. He came even closer, and King could only keep his eyes up on his face. “But even so…it will never arrive.”

King could feel Rook’s hands on his stomach, slowly descending as he traced the lines in his plating, until finally, he stopped. King then gasped as Rook slowly slipped a toy into King’s waiting slit before stepping back again.

“Rook, what are you–”

He wasn't allowed to finish his sentence. King gasped again as he felt the toy inside him begin to buzz.

“Now…” Rook said. “How far can I take you?”

King whined, shuddering again. The chains held his weight even as his trembling legs threatened to give out. Rook resumed his circling.

“You were made for my entertainment, King. I must always remind you of that. We cannot afford you forgetting, can we?”

“I-I can't forget, Rook!” King answered, the desperation already creeping into his voice. “You-you won't…you won't let me!”

Rook laughed.

“I know. What do you think all this is for?”

King hadn't caught his breath. How he wanted to be ravaged, completely and utterly obliterated, but Rook was ever methodical and ever calculating. King wasn't going to get what he wanted.

“You are powerless, King. Give up your inhibitions now. It will only save you time.” he said. “Or perhaps not. It is not up to you, is it?”

A moan escaped King’s throat. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying desperately not to lose his composure. His fluids dripped onto the floor below him, drool pooling in his mouth. Rook chuckled.

“I know everything that makes you tick. You will not last very long, will you, King?”

How badly King wanted to prove him wrong. He had a stronger will than that! This had turned into a show of constitution, of just how long King could handle Rook’s tirade.

“You-you’re…you're–fuck, you're dead wrong.” King managed to sputter. “I-I’m not gonna let you win.”

“Always so headstrong, aren't you, King?”

King whimpered in response, the heat between his legs continuing to grow. And Rook hadn't even touched him yet! He involuntarily began to twitch his hips, the toy’s relentless stimulation not letting up.

Rook snorted.

“You are always so willing to get on your knees or open your legs for anybody that is willing to take you.” he said. “This is your punishment for being a little slut.”

The word hissed past Rook’s mouth like venom. It was jarring coming from him. King shuddered once more.

“Who do you belong to, King?”

King drew in a shaky breath, still trying to keep his composure. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying to will his mouth to form words, but another moan left his lips.

“I asked you a question, King. Do not make me ask again.”

King’s entire body had begun to tremble like a lost kitten on the street.

“I-I b-belong to-to you!” he managed to squeak.

Rook narrowed his eyes.

“I cannot understand you when you are blubbering like a toddler.”

King gritted his teeth, squirming in his place against his binds. The toy stuck in his sensitive loins did not let up, and he was certain Rook would ensure it wouldn't in the future.

“Now. Answer me.”

King’s breath came in short gasps. There was growing tension in his nethers as Rook pushed him ever closer to the edge.

“Rook–Rook, please, I-I can't…I c-can't…”

“You cannot what?”

Rook grabbed King's chin, their faces inches apart from each other.

“Your little whore mouth is hardly good for speech, anyway.” he growled, parting King’s jaws with his thumb. “It is such a pity you are hanging where you are. Your punishment keeps me from filling the empty space with my cock.”

King could only imagine it. More than anything he wanted to taste Rook as his mouth was completely overstuffed, to be hardly anything more than an object for his pleasure.

God, he was getting delirious.

“Rook, I-I’m g-gonna–” he stammered. Rook interrupted him.

“Do you really think you are deserving of such a thing?”

King didn't know how long he'd be able to hold himself back. He just whined pathetically in response. Rook let go of his chin, continuing his circle.

“Who do you belong to, King?”

King’s breathing became more ragged. He clenched his hands into fists, tightly enough he was certain he'd break something in his fingers.

“I-I belong to you! I always have!” he managed to splutter. Rook chuckled.

“I knew you were capable.”

King couldn't handle it anymore. His stomach tensed and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head, and he cried out without any regard as to how loud he was as he finally came, more of his fluids dripping down his legs.

The toy didn't stop.

King looked wearily up at him.

“R-Rook, gi-give me a second, I–”

It wasn't the word. Rook stepped off into the darkness again.

“No.”

Suddenly, King felt the vibration of the toy grow more intense, and he gasped roughly again.

This thing had multiple settings?

He writhed against his chains, but they didn't budge.

“I do not think you are truly bearing the weight of your punishment.” Rook mused. “After all, why should we stop here? Someone as constantly, pathetically horny as you must suffer the adequate consequences.”

King watched Rook as he picked something up from a table that was just out of sight. He could hear the rattle of more chains, and suddenly felt a new wave of energy wash over him.

As Rook began his circling again, King saw the chain in question dragging on the floor behind him, the metallic scraping sound filling the room more than the toy.

“I should not have to share my pets with other people.” Rook growled. “Letting you roam free is a generous act of kindness, King. To think you would take advantage of such a thing…it simply makes my blood boil.”

Rook stood behind King, drawing back and suddenly lashing his bare plating with the chain. King cried out when he did, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

God, he looked pathetic. Rook couldn't help but stand there for a moment and take in the scene he’d created; the pathetic beast in front of him, willing to follow his every beck and call, hopelessly powerless in front of him. The tight leather pants he wore had grown considerably tighter.

“Rook…Rook, please…” King struggled.

“Please, what?”

Rook pulled back and gave King another lash, earning yet another meaningless cry.

He circled back around in front of King, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. King nodded in response, as best as he could, anyway, and Rook returned to his place behind him.

“I want to hear you beg, King.” Rook snarled. King squirmed against his binds again, even though he fully knew they still wouldn't give way.

Rook gave him another lash.

King’s mouth hung open as he panted, pleasure and pain blending together in his mind. He couldn't hold back his moaning, long having given up what little composure he had to begin with, only succumbing to Rook’s relentless torture.

“Please, I-I…f-fuck, I…I c-can't…”

Rook just laughed.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, King.” he purred. “Oh, if only I had a mirror. Then you would see just how much of a laughable little bastard you are.”

King braced himself just in time for another lash from the chain. There were tears streaming down his face, but god, he didn't want to stop. The toy in his slit still hummed away, ever resilient in his tender loins. He was already close to another orgasm.

Rook walked another circle around him, and King could see the bulge pressing against the crotch of his pants. He swallowed the spit that had collected in his mouth.

“I treat you so well, King. Unfortunately, you truly did bring this upon yourself.” Rook said. “You cannot even speak to me.”

It was beginning to become too much.

The stings from the lashes only made the stimulation from the toy much stronger, and vice versa. King looked up at Rook's face again, shaking.

“What is it you want, King? Freedom? Absolution from the consequences of your actions?” Rook questioned, idly toying with the chain in his hands. “Mercy? Oh, did I not tell you in the beginning that you would not find it here?”

“Rook, I-I…p-please, I j-just…I just need a m-minute–”

“No. I want to see your undoing, King. How many more times can I make you cum for me? How much longer will it take for you to unravel at the seams?”

“God, fuck!” King shouted. “Please, Rook!”

Rook swung the chain back and forth in front of him, as if to tease him.

“What a thing of beauty you are.” he sneered. “An object only for my use. Is that not true?”

“It-it’s true, R-Rook!”

“Finally. A real answer from you.”

King continued to gasp and pant like an overheated dog, writhing and thrashing against his binds again, until finally, he once again reached his climax.

King's head tilted back as he screamed upward toward the ceiling, another deluge of his fluids dripping from his slit. His body spasmed as he did, his knees threatening to give out beneath him.

He looked up pleasingly at Rook, who folded his arms across his chest.

The toy didn't stop.

“My turn.” Rook said. He walked up to King, reaching up and releasing the binds that held him, only to use his chain to tie King’s wrists together behind him.

“Get on your knees.”

Without question, King dropped to his knees on the floor, bucking his hips around the toy, biting his lip as he did. He looked up at Rook, almost in a sort of daze, watching him as he stepped back.

Rook ran his thumb along the waistband of his own pants, unclasping the leather belt that held them up. He let them fall slightly, his cock finally freed from its hiding place beneath the tight material.

King swallowed more saliva as he watched.

“You truly are a perfect pet, King.” Rook purred, using one of his hands to gently pump his length. “You have a chance to redeem yourself.”

King couldn't take his eyes off of Rook, but he didn't necessarily want to. He was tired, he was weary, but despite it, the massive, impossibly perfect man before him gave him whatever little strength he still had. The impressive member before him was dripping pre, just waiting to be plunged into whatever hole Rook chose for it.

“Open your mouth.”

There it was.

King parted his jaws, and Rook wasted no time pushing the tip of his cock inside. King's desperate mouth took as much of it as he could possibly muster, and then a bit more, saliva running down his chin. Rook slowly started moving himself in and out, putting a hand on the back of King's head.

The toy inside King still tirelessly buzzed away. He whined around Rook’s cock, but got no meaningful answer.

“You continue to impress me with the way you can take so much. Perhaps you are learning from your punishment, after all.”

Rook increased his pace, his package slamming into King's chin each time he moved his girth inside. He ran his fingers through King's hair, electing to hold onto his horn as they went.

King felt each time Rook's cock struck the back of his throat. The relentless pounding continued on and on, with King desperately moving his own hips back and forth with the toy still inside his fleshy interior.

He was already close again, and beyond that, he didn't know if he could handle another. Rook moaned softly, and King couldn't help but feel another burst of energy at the sound. King was made only to serve Rook, wasn't he?

Rook’s thrusts grew more intense. His pleasured moaning soon turned into primal grunts, his teeth clenched in anticipation as he finally got the stimulation he so deserved. The heat in King's loins once again grew. Now it was a race between the two of them to see who would cum first.

Then, finally, Rook pushed his cock as far inside King’s mouth as it would go, roaring as his massive load of hot seed shot its way down King’s throat. He gave a few more heavy thrusts, until he sat there at rest for a moment.

King whined and squirmed. His mind begun to cloud as he made it to the edge once more, his entire body shaking as a third orgasm overtook him, making a further mess of the floor below him.

Rook chuckled as he pulled himself out, a strand of cum mixed with saliva connecting his cock to King's lips.

Finally, Rook turned the toy off.

King groaned.

Rook gently knelt down in front of him, stuffing himself back into his pants.

“Are you alright?”

King fought to catch his breath, shakily nodding. Rook reached around and untied the chains from around King's wrists, then gently took him up into his arms and stood up. He wiped King's face with his thumb.

“Jeez…” King breathed. Rook chuckled as he carefully set him down in a chair, finding their bathrobes where they hung on the wall and handing King’s to him.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

King rested his head back on the chair after pulling his robe on, giving Rook a tired thumbs up in response.

“I need water.” he mumbled. “And food.”

“Of course.” Rook replied, tying the belt on his own robe. He knelt down next to King's chair, and they both leaned into a nice, tender kiss. “I will be back in a moment.”

He stood up and started heading for the door, stopping when King spoke.

“Rook?”

“Yes?”

“I…I love you.”

Rook’s face was soft in a way it was only when he looked at King.

“I love you too.”

#mod tron #nsft writing #smut #nsft #writing #character: king #character: rook #overstim kink #overstim nsft #masochist sub #sadist dom

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fisheem4mmal · 2 months

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Happy 4th Anniversary Twisted Wonderland!

Thank you for 4 years of fun, I've played since it came out and I can't wait for what's in store for the future <3

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angelsrcute · 1 month

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Baby, keep your eyes on me. ౨ৎ

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — yandere men who'd tie up someone and fuck you infront of them if they jealous. Gosh, the fucking audacity. How dare that fucker look at you in a wrong way? it's as if his hand on your waist and the way he clings to you isn't enough. Your head pushed into the pillow, your ass up in the air as he fucks you to next week, his other hand gripping into your waist. Ouch, that would leave marks.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ— The bound stranger struggles to get out of the chair, screams muffled. Loud moans echoing in the room, your ass red from the spankings, it hurts! Well, who cares, at this point you can only think about how well his cock slides in n out of you, stretching you out, hittin' all your good spots. The lewd sight, full on display for that unfortunate man :(

“Such a stupid slut, gettin' off of this, do you like this? gettin' fucked in front of someone? tsk, can't even keep quiet like a good girl,”

Oh, well what happens to the guy after that is a mystery! :3

Leona, ROOK, Leech twins, Blade, Boothill, Asmo, Barbatos, Childe, Sukuna, TOJI, Scara, Pantalone, Chuuya, DAZAI, Akutagawa + your favs.

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bklily · 19 days

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Oh, so now suddenly EVERYONE thinks Rook is hot. I see how it is. I am watching you.

#this is mostly a joke dont worry about it #its just incredibly amusing how rook doesn't fit the usual 'pretty shoujo male character' look in his usual hairstyle #hes my handsome little loser in any shape tho i prefer the french version lmao #the more rook fans the better come and join the cult #twisted wonderland #twst #twst meme #twst shitpost #rook hunt #twst rook #twst book 7 spoilers

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corviiids · 4 months

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cant shut up about this game for even one second

#bg3 #rookposting #astarion #wyll ravengard #karlach #shadowheart #gale dekarios #lae'zel #not as much lae'zel in this one :( sorry miss lae'zel i will make more stupid posts about you when im #done dressing astarion up like a poodle clown and parading him around town #what's a poodle clown you ask? his surname is ancunin #hey rook why do you sometimes leave the notes in and sometimes you dont #great question! it's my quirky little character trait and it points to the deeplore of im extremely inconsistent as a person

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mrsrookhunt · 10 months

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MC: *Muttering* Damn this little bird bitch...

Vil: *Appears* Are you talking about Neige?

MC, staring at the duolingo reminder that's still plaguing them from their home world*

MC:

MC: Yes.

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cupids-chamber · 4 months

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❝ 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 .ᐟ ❞

SOULMATE !! . . . who can't wait to see you, they count down every second that they spent without meeting you, without seeing your perfect face in all its glory. They count every moment wasted without your presence, calculating how exactly they could and will payback for that wasted time . . . when they finally meet you . . . Time that they wish they could've spent with you . . .

SOULMATE !! . . . who finally sees you in the middle of the street, just a glimpse of you . . . as the red string connecting you both glow gold in his eyes, they feel desperate as they watch you walk away . . . without noticing . . .

SOULMATE !! . . . who makes a run for it, when they see you getting lost in the crowd . . . who chases you and calls for you . . . They don't know your name, yet for some odd reason they guessed right when calling for you . . . Like they've known that name for ages . . .

SOULMATE !! . . . who cups your face with the most ecstatic of smiles, looking at you for the first time, they've dreamed about how their first meeting with you would go. . . they sure as hell didn't expect this ending, they expected something more dreamy . . . romantic . . . but they couldn't help but forget those little thoughts when your lips slightly part and you tilt your head in confusion, he's going to lose it thinking of you and all the things he wishes to do with you at the moment . . .

SOULMATE !! . . . Who'll eventually let go of your face only to slowly grow flustered and slightly red, they'll stammer over their words randomly but awkward and tense air never comes back, . . . they try to desperately find the words that begin to describe how they feel at this moment . . . finally meeting you . . . the love of their life they've been waiting for . . . And they'll make sure to make you know that . . . even with their little vocabulary at the moment.

SOULMATE !! . . . Who believes you're all they ever needed to complete their life, and who can't help but be more than grateful that they finally found you. That they finally met you . . .

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themapisonfire · 2 months

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Got some work done last night, drew Rook for my wind down

#Rook #goth #goth girl #pinup #artists on tumblr #illustration #ink #black and white #original character

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baaaaaaaam · 2 months

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#bo katan kryze #trilla suduri #second sister #rook kast #luminara unduli #aayla secura #ahsoka tano #satele shan #asajj ventress #riyo chuchi #star wars #fanart #star wars women #fav character

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egophiliac · 7 months

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"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE" As someone who's been playing TWST since march and stopped going out of my way to be spoilerfree after I got stuck at Overblott!Jamil? That's honestly been one of my favorite things about it - seeing something in fanart or a comment you think is just fans joking, only for it to be canon. "The economy!", "May I also throw a tantrum?", Malleus' gargoyle thing, and... everything about Rook being my top examples.

there's a whole bit in Trey's platinum birthday card where he goes on about how he became increasingly obsessed with mustard for like a week straight until the other students held an intervention. how are you supposed to talk about this. how can you bring up something like Trey's descent into mustard obsession to the point that the other characters are worried for him without it sounding like the most obvious lolrandom "he mentioned it once and now fandom acts like he puts mustard in everything" joke. also, how can I slip this into every Twst post from now on, because I need everyone in the world to know that this is a real canon fact about Trey "I'm just an average normal guy (who sticks my hands into people's mouths and owns 20 toothbrushes and used to eat flowers off the side of the road)" Clover.

for bonus points, 1) the punchline is that he still doesn't even like mustard that much, 2) he's saying all of this to Leona, and 3) Leona is actually kind of invested in Trey's mustard story for some reason, which is the most unbelievable part of all of this to be honest. (then Trey gets distracted by a painting of the Cheshire Cat and Leona takes the opportunity to powerwalk away to freedom before they can start talking about dijon versus spicy brown or whatever and extend this bit even longer)

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #platinum jacket birthday #sorry that this ended up as me just talking about trey's birthday story for...about as long as trey talked about mustard. whoops.#i have said it before and i'll say it again though #the birthday cards have the best and most insane lore and i love them #especially for trey. he wants us to believe he's just some ordinary dude SO bad but he also keeps saying shit like this.#although to be fair as soon as rook enters the building the weirdness bell curve gets immediately fubar'd #so i guess it's all relative #me any time the characters brush off the most whackadoodle bonkers nonsense: why are they not questioning...oh wait #this is a universe in which rook exists and is a real person that they know #never mind please continue

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redtallin · 3 months

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The 3am need to draw Rook in winter. His hair and fur get extra thick and floofy, and yet he still refuses to button his shirt up.

#dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #character design #ttrpg #dnd5e #rpg #art #my art #character #rook #warlock #fox

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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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characters: king/argent, rook/florin

nsfw

special kinks: breeding, mild cnc, leashes

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“I told you I would find a use for a little morsel like you.” Florin hissed, shoving Argent into the room. “I will teach you your place as I see fit.”

Argent rubbed his neck where the collar sat.

“Oh, please. Do your worst.” he growled back. “I’ve taken your beatings before.”

Florin chuckled.

“You continue with your lies and delusions, Argent. What will happen if your words reach the public?” he asked, closing the doors behind them. “You will be further mocked by the masses. Who would believe a challenge to my rule by something as small and pathetic as you?”

Argent swallowed the lump in his throat, watching Florin as he turned around.

“I cannot have anybody think I have an equal.” he continued. He unclasped his cape, which fell gently to the floor. “Therefore I must show them that I am absolute. That lesser cyborgs only exist to serve me.”

“Nothing I haven't heard before, Florida.” Argent snapped. “Boy, I’m real scared. What are you gonna do? Blow my back out? Not a whole lot different from what you did back home.”

Florin shoved Argent backward onto the bed, the chain on the leash pulled taut. Argent could see the growing bulge in his rosy pants. He probably would have thought the pink was a look if Florin would only come to his senses.

“Curious.” Florin said. “Your defiance and continued disrespect is perplexing to me. My name is Florin, Argent. Perhaps I ought to replace the blasphemy in your mouth and throat with something else.”

Argent wanted to laugh, but he didn't. Good thing Florin was just as subtle as Rook.

“These next months will be rather…arduous.” Florin continued. Christ, he talked a lot. “You will be by my side the entire time. And I will have the pleasure of watching my claim on you in real time.”

“Is this your idea of foreplay?” Argent asked. “Feels like I’m being lectured by my mom.”

Florin unclasped the armor he wore and shed it from his arms and chest, casting it aside with the cape. Despite the circumstances, Argent still marveled at his construction, the tone of his plating, his sheer size, and the sound of his voice, even if it didn't have that very slight note of warmth in it. Argent's mouth was dry.

“I can see the anticipation in your face.” Florin said. “But I do not believe you know what is coming to you.”

“Your dick, probably.”

Florin laughed again.

“I must admit, your crudeness is rather refreshing. It is truly a shame I must crush it out.”

He crawled over top of Argent on the bed, his single eye as fierce and hot as a wildfire. Already he slipped a hand under the cloth covering Argent's chest, his sharp claws grazing the surface of the plating underneath. Argent shuddered as he pulled the cloth down until his arm and shoulder were free.

“You’d better make this good.” Argent hissed. “If it isn't worth it after all the bullshit you've put me through so far, I’m gonna be pissed.”

“There will be nothing you can do.” Florin answered coolly. “But do you think someone as flawless as I would disappoint?”

No, Argent thought, but he bit his tongue.

Florin's hands traveled downward, unwrapping the torso cloth from around Argent's waist and tossing it onto the floor. Then, he hooked one of his claws around Argent's pants and slipped them down his legs until he finally lay exposed on the pink sheets beneath them.

“Whatever you have ‘planned’ for me can't possibly be worse than what you've already done, you big oaf.” Argent remarked. “The collar’s too tight and you handcuff me to the chairs at dinner. Some way to treat a guest, huh?”

“You are no guest.” Florin answered. He kicked off his boots and reached for the thick leather belt on his own pants. “You are far more than that.”

“Aww, you're too sweet. Maybe my boyfriend is still in there somewhere.”

Argent watched him ease his pants down, his massive, equally pink cock springing out as he finally freed himself from the last of his clothing.

“You almost amuse me.” Florin said. “Your arrogance will soon vanish with the wind.”

He lined his already leaking cock up with Argent's entrance. Argent bit his lip.

“You're, uh, pretty big, eh?”

“You will take what you are given.”

Florin began to push himself inside Argent's slick entrance, his girth taking up just about as much space as Argent could give it. Despite his resolve, Argent gripped at the sheets and groaned softly as his partner eased himself inside.

“You will be filled with my offspring, Argent.” Florin purred, grabbing hold of one of Argent's thighs with his free hand, the chain in the other. “If only to show the masses my virility and power.”

Argent gritted his teeth, clawing at the bedding as Florin finally nestled himself against him.

“Y-you’re not serious.” Argent breathed. “We s-sort of lack the facilities for that."

Slowly, Florin began pumping his hips in and out, his grip on Argent's thigh holding him still.

“Are you sure?”

Argent could hardly answer. Florin's cock moved inside him in a steady rhythm, his body more than ready to accept its fate. He squirmed on the bed and braced himself on the sheets, his fluids dripping onto the mattress below him.

“You're…you're fucking w-with me.” he struggled. “We-we’d always pretend I was your little slut, Florin.”

“I do not pretend, Argent, and I do not exaggerate.” Florin answered. His pace began to quicken, until he'd worked up to his full speed, slamming himself in and out with intense fervor. He chuckled. “I look forward to seeing you grow.”

Argent moaned and arched his back, his tail lashing at Florin's legs. It was as if some itch were being scratched, or like he was finally getting some reward he’d anticipated. He didn't want it to end. But, despite his pleasure, concern rose in his mind.

“You're k-kinda–fuck–freaking me out.”

“It will be a great privilege to hold my seed, Argent. You ought to consider yourself incredibly lucky to have such an honor.”

Florin grabbed him around the throat to better anchor him against the force of his thrusts. A primal look had come into his eye, and it made Argent nervous.

“You are an example.” Florin growled. “And soon, you will be naught else but a bitch for my breeding.”

Argent grabbed hold of his wrist for his own stability. They were words he was familiar with coming from Rook, but it was all part of the scene. It was just an idea. They’d finish their business and go about their lives like normal, and maybe do it again another night.

But something was different.

“You are an example to others who dare to challenge me. You will bear the mark of my power and dominion over all things…including you.”

Argent's breathing came in rough pants. Florin kept burying himself inside his slit, over and over and over again, a growl rising up in his throat. He gave into his animalistic, instinctual urges and let himself go, the only thing still in his mind being the need to mate.

It was then the thought crossed Argent's mind that he was entirely serious.

Florin didn't relent. Each time his hips struck Argent, the thought grew. This wasn't just a shared fantasy they had.

Then, Florin stopped and pulled himself out, yanking on the chain.

“What the Hell are you–” Argent began, but was cut off as Florin grabbed him, lifting him up and throwing him back on the bed again, this time face down on his stomach. He put a hand on the back of Argent's head as he mounted him again, pushing his face down into the bed.

He grunted each time he thrust inward, watching Argent squirm beneath him. Argent couldn't form any words, his moaning in place of his speech. He didn't know whether or not he needed to care if Florin wanted to put a baby in him. He was too far gone to behold any rational thought.

Florin moved his hand from Argent's head to his hip, pulling back on the leash at the same time, forcing Argent's back toward him. Argent scrabbled at the bed, fighting back his choked gargling.

Florin snarled at him, bucking his hips harder into his soft loins, his breath hot on Argent's back.

Then, finally, he came. A heavy roar escaped his chest as he filled Argent's body with his thick, hot seed, burying his girth all the way inside. Argent gasped, his head dropping down onto the bed as the chain went slack, gripping at the sheets.

Florin sat there for a while, his cock twitching, until he finally pulled himself out. Argent weakly looked back at him.

“But I-I didn't even–”

“Your pleasure is irrelevant.” Florin snapped, his voice rough. “You are to grow heavy with my offspring. We will continue until we are certain it has worked.”

Argent just stared at him with disbelief.

“And you are to accompany me everywhere so that I can display your state. So I can show the world the claim I have on your body.” Florin hissed. “I cannot wait until it begins to show on your form.”

Argent just lay there trembling, resting back down on the bed.

Florin was serious.

He had become an example.

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quetzzall · 4 months

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if you smell something burning its my heart

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lowcallyfruity · 4 months

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Hey guys 😁😁😁😁😁

#I had a hard time deciding on a character #they’re all so queer <//3 #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #My creations💛!#malleus draconia #idia shroud #cater diamond #idekei #idikei #jack howl #kalim al asim #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #rook hunt #twst incorrect quotes #twst meme

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your twisted wonderland first time stories are so good! is it fine if i request you write about vil, rook, jade, leona, and cater next? i love top male reader stories but its hard to find ones about twisted wonderland :<

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»—> Vil's, Rook's, Jade's, Leona's and Cater's first time + Azul from another request.

#a.n. : my writer's block and problems in life are finally over and I'm writing again. An amazing sight, but still.

#cw/tw: top!male!reader, bottom!male!character, first time obviously, praise kink, fingering, teasing, and quite a vanilla sex in general, sex toy(Cater), riding(Leona), very little nipple play(Leona), dirty talk(Rook), Rook is a brat just a little.

This is definitely a planned action, simply from the fact that Vil more than knows about sex (I think Eric explained this to him as a child as needed). Therefore, it is at least planned on the part of your yes/no, preferences and the like.

I don’t know why, but it seems to me that it’s important for Vil that your first sex with him be vanilla and romantic. That is, so that this sex is not so much a show of your lust, but of intimacy, your trust in each other.

If you are not a virgin, by the way, you will think that you are a virgin. This guy will guide you as if he knows everything, where, what and why (although he didn’t go beyond jerking off, because he didn’t see the need for it).

But he will still give you control, almost completely, simply because... It’s more convenient for a virgin than to do it all himself.

“Mmm... Yeah, it feels good,” Vil mutters as your fingers poke into that sweet spot and his fingers curl into the sheets. “Please continue... A little slower, yes, like that.”

A quiet moan of pleasure escapes his lips as your fingers slow down ever so slightly, pressing with each slow but rhythmic thrust into him. He sighs shakily, his arms wrapping around your neck as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Vil? This..." You whisper, watching as he spreads his legs beneath you invitingly, a smirk blooming on his lips that turns into a smile of pleasure in a matter of seconds. "Too tempting for a virgin."

"In your opinion, I'm always tempting, no? Or do you think I don't notice your glances at my ass?" Vil asks, chuckling and making you laugh too and kiss his lips, in a deeper way, and push your fingers even deeper.

It is clear that the sensations will be strange. But he’s still pleased, and the main thing is that it’s you. And Vil is not one of those who goes back on his word, after all. And if he allowed you to fuck him, then you will do it (if you want, ofc).

Vil simply found some kind of peace in this first act. Slow thrusts, your hands touching his body, which has become like a continuous erogenous zone, your quiet voice whispering praises and compliments to him... It's wonderful.

“Ah, [M-Mc]... It’s so good, don’t stop, I beg you, my love,” Vil whispers, closing his eyes in pleasure, feeling the relaxed, slow tremors inside him; a whine escapes his lips as you lift his hips off the pillow, going deeper.

“So good... You take cock too well, handsome. Although it’s you, what else could I expect,” Your whisper is heard in his ear, and he melts at the sound of your hoarse laugh.

His nails dig into your back, creating crescent-shaped marks. His hips rock in time with your thrusts, meeting them. Moans and whines escaped his slightly reddened lips from the kiss, mixed with the sound of your name... Just perfect.

I'm honestly not sure if this was planned or not. Just from the fact that I can easily imagine something innocent with him developing into something obviously intimate and... I'll leave it up to you.

And you DO NOT need to discuss the main important things before getting into bed. He knows everything about you, which seems strange, especially if you have never even thought about it, but this is Rook... But he will tell you his boundaries and what he loves, yes.

He is absolutely calm before the penetration begins, absolutely. You even begin to think that he lied, that this was his first time. He's too... Stretched for a virgin. (Although let's be honest, I just think he was playing with himself. And I think he's one of the few people who did it with his hole, lol)

He doesn't moan at all before the penetration begins, like AT ALL. Rook just watches your fingers penetrate him with a satisfied smile and red cheeks and tells you all sorts of praise and some phrases that make you swear you want to simultaneously blush and hit him at the same time.

“Mmm... Your fingers are so good, Mon cher, it’s almost unbearably good. If you’re so good with your hands, then I can’t even imagine what it will be like when your dick is inside,” Rook whispers with a half grin, half smile on his face, his palms lie on your chest, drawing some invisible patterns there with his fingers.

A sigh escapes your lips and you lightly slap him on the back of his thigh, causing Rook to twitch slightly but only chuckle at your displeasure showing; his back arches when you make deliberate, harsh contact with his prostate.

“Rook, I ask you, keep quiet... Everything has its time. Have you heard of such a phrase?” You ask a rhetorical question, and a joyful glint appears in his eyes when he realizes that he has angered you just a little.

He's also calm when you finally insert your dick, it's like he's done this all before, seriously. Although moans are already beginning to escape his lips, he still does not stop these dirty conversations, they even intensify.

Although they soon turn into only convulsive declarations of love and praise when he approaches orgasm or this happens after the first orgasm.

"Ahh... You're so deep, it's incredible! Don't stop, please," Rook ululates as his face slams into the pillow again, squeezing it in his grip, causing it to tear pitifully.

“I didn’t plan on stopping, blondie, don’t worry,” He trembles when he hears and feels your whisper right next to his ear.

Your tender kiss behind his ear absolutely does not fit with the rough and rather sharp thrusts, creating a wonderful difference between roughness and tenderness... And damn, he can feel how his dick is getting hard again.

... No, I don't think it was planned, no. But this was not something wild too. It’s just that at some point you smoothly flowed into intimacy when there was the most suitable time and moment for this.

Although you have probably discussed similar topics with him many times before. I just think he's terribly curious when it comes to his partner, plus he probably doesn't have much of an idea of how sex works between someone who has legs.

An absolute mess. He gradually, but quickly enough breaks down under any of your actions, touch, word, even glance. He simply surrenders to these sensations headlong.

"Jade, are you okay? You haven't said a word since my fingers were inside..." A question leaves your lips as you watch Jade try his best to hold back any sounds that escape his lips, and he just nods, "Baby... Give me a verbal answer."

"Y-yes! This—... Th-this is so good, mmhmm... Plea-please don't, agh, st-stop!" Jade groans, barely able to utter the words, causing a chuckle to escape your lips, causing the moray eel’s already red cheeks to turn an even darker shade.

His body trembles, his hands grab at anything just to maintain a little sense of reality. His cheeks are completely red, his teeth are nipping at his bottom lip, his eyes are closed as tears stream down his face... What a charm, right?

You'll probably need to keep his mouth closed somehow when you finally enter him. He will no longer be able to control his moans, and he will moan so damn loudly.

He doesn't even feel discomfort, he just wants all of you. He wants you to go ahead and just fuck him like he deserves.

“Hush, precious, hush. You'll wake everyone up, these aren't soundproof walls after all,” You whisper as Jade's head is thrown back on your shoulder in pleasure, and your fingers are in his mouth, playing with his tongue to muffle him just a little.

Your other hand lowers and lifts his body on your dick, making him twitch and whimper every time. His thoughts are jumbled, if he can think at all right now. Now there is only you, him and your dick, which lies perfectly in him.

No, this is not planned. I think it was completely unplanned. For some reason, I imagine him sending you a repost of some video where there is something sexual and like, “Maybe we can do it too?))”

And if you agree, he is the happiest in the world. He expected that you would not agree and then he would have reduced everything to a joke, but since you agree...

He also probably once tried to finger himself, but he didn’t really succeed, because his fingers didn’t reach what he needed, so he maybe used toys, or didn’t touch his hole for the time being.

"Mmm, are you sure this thing is comfortable, pumpkin? Is everything wonderful?" You ask to make sure he's absolutely fine as he lies on the bed, fascinated by the toy below.

"Y-yes... It feels good, really," Cater whispers, moaning as the toy touches his prostate. It's just a prostate vibrator with a circle of rubber that attaches to the base of the penis... But he swears it's never felt as good as it does now.

An absolute mess when you penetrate him. He's quiet though, I guess. You feel so much better than anything in his life has ever felt. And... A real cock is probably more pleasant to have than rubber, glass or other materials.

And yes, he won't let you go. He will cling to you with all his might, but he will still hold on to you.

“Cater... Calm down, calm down. I’m not going anywhere,” You whisper as his nails run down your back for the hundredth time in these moment, leaving red marks there that will clearly make your tomorrow less rosy.

“So-sorry,” He sobs, wrapping his legs around your waist, practically hanging on you as you continue to thrust in and out of him at a slow pace, “You're just... So h-hot and wet inside... And twitching, too! Weird..."

I think this is more about presenting you with a fact rather than a planned action. He can just lie on your lap in the garden and then say something like “I want to have sex tonight” and start snoring a few seconds later, and you react however you want.

For the first time he is surprisingly active, I think. Really active. Of course, he doesn’t know how to do anything in practice, but if you want him to suck you off or something, he will do it. (And will still do it damn well)

Quiet asf. Just a few growls, maybe very quiet moans, but it’s hard to get him to other sounds. In general, I think that he is not particularly sensitive himself.

“Mmm, come on, herbivore... I'm not glass, damn it,” Leona mutters as you slip your fingers into him a little too slowly for his liking and he sighs contentedly when you speed up a little.

"Sorry, sorry. I just don't want to rush anywhere, okay?" You speak, specifically aiming for his prostate and he just makes some kind of guttural sound reminiscent of agreement.

He will ride you. Yes, you can fight me, I’m ready, but he will do it. Leona wants to control the pace of your first time, so he will do that.

Although, of course, when he gets tired, he’ll just lie on top of your chest and you’ll have to fuck him like that because it’s convenient for him, lmao.

"Ha... Leona, you look incredible when you're on top of me, you know?" You ask, looking at him riding your dick at a slow, but quite sharp pace, while his hands lie on your chest, sometimes squeezing it convulsively in his palms.

“Yeah, I always look incredible actually... But I'm glad you recognized my greatness in a position that no one else saw,” Leona whispers with a smirk, flicking your nipple lightly, chuckling as you twitch inside him, but then it’s his turn to moan as you lift your hips, meeting his bounce halfway.

Yes, considering him, this is planned. He was very nervous, thinking that something would go wrong, so he discussed it with you in advance and of course asked when, after the start of the relationship, you would feel comfortable taking this step.

He is absolutely nervous before starting, even if he has read a lot of educational literature on this topic. He thinks something will go wrong or you won't like something.

He... Something between quiet and loud, yes. The most common moans, whines and sighs. Although, if you overstimulate him or just bring him into some kind of faint state of ecstasy, he will sound like the girls from hentai, I swear.

"Azul... Relax, okay? You're pretty tight even for a virgin," You whisper, squeezing his thigh reassuringly, letting him know that you're here and you're not going anywhere.

He nods, wiping his eyes from the accumulated tears, although it didn't really help, because they almost immediately appeared again. Azul sighs deeply, taking one of his pillows and covering his face halfway as he continues to stare at you.

“Okay, sorry... It's just unusual, I didn't think people walking on two legs felt this way,” Azul mumbles, muffled by the pillow but surprisingly able to keep his voice unwavering, throwing his head back when you touch his G-spot.

The absolute prince of pillows, at least the first few times. It's not that he wouldn't want to do something. He's just embarrassed and has no idea what to do.

Definitely a very kisser. Firstly, to muffle his moans, which make him ashamed. And secondly, it seems to me that he has a sensitive mouth and tongue... And his throat too, if you have a long tongue.

Azul meets your lips with his own again as he lies on his back, his legs twitching on your shoulders from the thrusts inside him. His tongue slides awkwardly against you as you run the wet muscle over his teeth for the hundredth time that evening and then pull away.

“You're so cute, Azul... I had no idea you'd be so clingy,” He blushes when he hears you whisper against his ear and squeezes his eyes shut when you lick the shell of his ear.

“It’s not true, love... Don’t tease me,” Azul mutters, covering his face with his hands, although he immediately leans forward when you kiss him again.

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