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bun-lapin · 5 months

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NRC Staff Story: Food Thief

Summary: Someone is stealing food in the staff break room

A/N: I feel like there's not enough crack fics featuring the staff characters! There are many days where I just want to laugh at the exploits of our beloved, silly teachers lol I love thinking about the funny hijinks they could get into as a ragtag cast of coworkers~! <3

Word Count: 1.3k CW: crack, silly, dramatic shouting, childish insults, someone says 'ass' lol

“There is a villain in our midst.”

Professor Crewel closes the fridge door with a decisive snap of his wrist and then turns to face his colleagues assembled in the staff break room. He crosses his arms over his chest, an expression of deep annoyance plastered over his elegant features.

Raising an eyebrow, Professor Trein peers over his teacup at the younger professor and dryly asks, “Would you care to elaborate on that cryptic remark, Divus?”

Crewel briefly closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh. Opening his eyes once more, he levels a petulant glare at Professor Trein and explains, “There is a thief in this room. Snacks have been taken without permission all week and now the criminal has taken something of mine.” He raises his arm and then brings it down in a grand sweeping motion, pointing a red-gloved finger at everyone in the room, “It has to be someone in this room right now! I placed a slice of apple rum cake in the fridge, stepped out of the room for ten minutes, and now I find that my cake is gone!”

Trein looks over at Coach Vargas. Leaning against the far wall, the athletics professor shifts the dumbbell in his hand to the other and then silently shakes his head at Trein. They both look over to Sam, who is lounging on a small, red sofa filling out a crossword puzzle. He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head with a small shrug of his shoulders. The three men turn their heads to look back once more at Professor Crewel.

With a weary sigh, Trein states, “No one here has taken your cake, Divus.”

Planting his hands on his hips in a defiant posture, Crewel scoffs with indignation, “I’m telling you, my cake is gone! One of you has to have taken it because no one else has come in or out of this room this whole time!”

Sam chuckles quietly and flashes an easygoing smile at Crewel. He raises a hand in a calming motion and says, “Snacks have indeed gone missing this past week, Divus. But you should remember that everyone here has also been a victim of this food thief, myself included! A thief can’t steal from himself, can he?”

Professor Crewel’s stance softens slightly as he considers Sam’s words. Narrowing his eyes, he mutters with some reluctance, “I suppose that is a good point…”

Setting his dumbbell down carefully on the floor, Coach Vargas lets out a boisterous laugh and says, “I know I definitely didn’t take it! Today isn’t a cheat day and there’s no way I’d eat the useless calories from your little cake.”

Crewel’s posture immediately bristles and he yells at Vargas, “Oh shut up, you lumbering meathead! Why don’t you go suck an egg?!”

Vargas folds his arms over his broad chest and raises an eyebrow at Crewel. “There’s no need to shout. And for your information, I’ve already had my raw egg shake for the day.”

Professor Trein slowly shakes his head and turns back to the newspaper in his lap. Without looking up, he tiredly states, “Ashton. The phrase ‘Go suck an egg’ is a dismissive insult.”

“I- I knew that!” Vargas sputters out in obvious surprise. He quickly composes himself and then glowers at Professor Crewel. Stalking over across the room, Vargas points an accusatory finger at Crewel and shouts, “Just because you lost your dumb cake somewhere, that doesn’t mean you can insult me like that! You wanna take this outside and settle this like men, you scrawny beanpole?!”

With a small huff of exasperation, Crewel sweeps back the white hair framing one side of his face. Through gritted teeth, his voice low with barely checked annoyance, he growls, “I didn’t lose my cake, you useless pile of muscles. I placed it in the fridge just a few minutes ago and now it’s disappeared!”

Slowly rolling up the sleeves of his red athletic jacket, Vargas shakes his head with restrained outrage, “Now you’ve gone and done it. No one calls my muscles useless! Let’s take this outside where I can really kick your ass!”

The two men lunge towards each other with fists raised. However, before either can strike, Sam steps smoothly in between the two and firmly pushes them apart. “Alright, gents! Let’s cool it down now. Fighting is not going to solve this situation.” He shakes his head with a playful smirk on his face and asks, “What would the students say if they saw two professors of this esteemed institution duking it out like a pair of street thugs?”

Glancing up from his newspaper, Trein scowls at the young men and remarks, “Sam is correct. You two should know better than to jump to violence over something so trivial.” Turning back to his reading, he adds with a disapproving sniff, “Do try to keep some semblance of professionalism in the workplace.”

Both Crewel and Vargas take a step back, away from each other, and exchange irritated glares. Straightening out their clothes, the two men mutter barely audible excuses. Then, as the break room door suddenly swings open, everyone turns to look at the dark figure in the doorway.

Holding a small, white paper box in his hands, Headmage Crowley takes a few steps into the room and turns to address Professor Trein, “Ah! Mozus! Do you have the test scores I asked to see this morning?” Opening the box in his hands, he takes out a small wooden fork and nonchalantly takes a bite of the apple rum cake packaged inside.

Blinking rapidly with utter disbelief, Crewel furiously points at the box in Crowley’s hands and shouts, “That’s my cake! How did you get that?!”

Crowley, startled by the sudden outburst, regains his composure and answers in a matter-of-fact kind of voice, “I got it from the fridge, of course.”

Sam shakes his head in bewilderment and explains, “What Divus means to say is, how did you get the cake from the fridge, Crowley? None of us saw you come into the break room to take it.”

Taking another bite of cake, Crowley answers, “Ah yes! I’ve had a small mirror portal installed in the back of the fridge so that I can grab myself a snack without having to walk all the way from my office to the break room.”

A heavy, thoughtful silence fills the room as the group considers Crowley’s explanation. Without a word, Coach Vargas strides over to the fridge and opens it wide. Looking inside, everyone takes in the sight of a miniature mirror portal, about the size of a dinner plate, attached to the back wall of the fridge and half-hidden behind some tall juice cartons. A collective sigh of disappointment and frustration is heard as they all turn back to glare at Crowley.

Closing his eyes tight with a grimace, Trein pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “Crowley, those snacks all belonged to various member of the staff. You’ll have reimburse everyone you stole from.”

Professor Crewel raises a hand high in the air and angrily shouts, “You can start with me, seeing as how you’re literally eating my cake as we speak!”

Crowley glances down at the paper box in his hands and then looks back up with a nervous laugh. Taking a step backwards through the open door, he calls out in a fast-paced, reassuring tone, “Ah! Yes, of course! I’ll just go a fetch my wallet now so that I can pay you back for this delicious cake!” Crowley then turns and hurries off down the hallway.

The four men watch the animated headmage disappear into the distance and sit for a minute in silence. Breaking the quiet moment with a cynical laugh, Sam mutters to himself, “We’re never going to get paid back.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst fanfic #night raven college #twst staff #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein #ashton vargas #twst sam #bun-lapin écrit

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riktorart · 1 month

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#Twisted Wonderland #Twst #Divus Crewel #Dire Crowley #Ashton Vargas #Mozus Trien #Sam Twisted Wonderland #Night Raven College #NRC Staff #Fan Art #Digital Art #Riktor's Art

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floydhat · 1 month

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HOW CUTES THEY AREE

(4aniv rhythm-)

🥹🥹

AND THE FREE PULL!!

Not bad, It could have been better (I have no idea about good teams with dorm Lilia, Helpp)

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #night raven college #dire crowley #twst crowley #twst dire crowley #divus crewel #twst grim #ashton vargas #sam twisted wonderland #mozus trein #omg theyre so sillies I love them smm

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bones4thecats · 2 months

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What Are The Native Languages of TWST Characters? (PT. 3)

Note these are all in my opinion, in no way are these all canon things! Part One - Part Two - Part Three Diasomnia and the Night Raven College Staff Members, with Grim and My AU! MC characters are all featured down below. While in part one there is Heartslabyl, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle. And finally in part two you can find Scarabia, Pomefiore, and Ignihyde

Diasomnia

Sleeping Beauty is set in a magical kingdom located inside of what is now France. This, much like with Pomefiore, means that these characters all circle around native European languages.

Malleus Draconia - French, Latin, etc. ; Accent Varies with Language Lilia Vanrouge - Literally Any European Language ; Light Accent Silver Vanrouge - French and slight Latin ; Medium Accent Sebek Zigvolt - French, German, slight Italian ; Medium Accent

Night Raven College Staff

Due to the vary in story-lines and therefore locations, this list is full of different languages based on the movies and their locations in which these guys were tracked back too.

Dire Crowley - French and Latin ; Medium Accent Divus Crewel - British English and French ; Medium Accent Mozus Trein - French and slight German ; Heavy Accent Ashton Vargas - French ; Heavy Accent (does eventually lighten) Sam - American English and some Latin ; Medium Southern Accent

Ramshackle

This is using my Au's MC, so I apologize if you guys have different accents, this is just a hc of my version/take on the player. But, Grim will be used more canonically.

Yuu Sei - American English and some French ; Very Light Accent Grim - Japanese, slight French, and American English ; No Accent

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tswhiisftteedr · 4 months

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Can you do a smut of Ashton Vargas x reader? Please?

Personal ‘Training’ ☆ One Shot

☆Mean!PE Proffesor!Ashton Vargas x Senior!Fem!Reader:

After seeing you excel in his class, Coach Vargas interest had peeked. It’s not like you were as athletic as the beastmen students, actually muscle wise, you were quite the scrawny one. But it was your determination in completing an exercise that he set out, that he found admirable. One day after PE you had forgotten your gym uniform jacket behind, and being the great teacher that Ashton Vargas is, he ought to give back to you. After looking around for a bit, then spotting in the courtyard talking with your friends, he happens to overhear about your secret thoughts on him…

Warning: Mature content, Dub-Con, Stuffing Panty In Pocket, Spanking, Fingering, Mean Dom Vargas, A little Degradation, Unprotected Sex, Humiliation, Degenerate Fantasies, mentions of; blackmail. READER IS 18 AND VARGAS IS CANONICALLY 30, KEEP THIS IN MIND BEFORE READING. Not proofread.

Note: The ask was pretty vague, so I kind of went with my gut. I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but I hope you do!

☆ More under the cut. ☆

Ever since starting classes at NCR Wonderland, you felt off about begin your academic journey as a senior. Sure you were the right age for it, but wasn’t it a bit to much of an ask to start with senior courses, especially with most of the mediums being different from your world? But at last you had no choice but sucking it up, working harder than any other student in your year to keep up. Though you did enjoy some of the classes, just because they had familiar concept. Alchemy was like chemistry, you also had music which was the same as back home, and of course there was PE…

You relished when one of your periods was physical education, despite any thoughts of the course back in your world. That was for 2 reasons, #1 it was one of the only classes you didn’t nee prior knowledge or magic to participate in. And #2… The professor teaching it made you feel wild and crazed, just a look at his body, strong grip, flexing muscles, would bring a rush to your brain ending with you being flustered whenever he would address you.

You could swear on your life that ‘it’ was big, like it had to be, this huge man must have a huge c- Uhm, where were you again? Ah, right, PE had just ended and it was time for lunch.

Upon realizing the class was over and you had been staring at your sexy teacher, you quickly rushed back to your dorm for a shower, grabbing your bag but forgotten your gym uniform jacket on the ground.

After cooling off and dressing back into your school uniform, you had joined your friends Vil and Rook in the courtyard for an outdoor lunch. And of course your daily rant about your professor!

Meanwhile Aston noticed your jacket laying on the field, he knew it was yours just by the fact that it didn’t display any of the 7 dorms colours.

As some sort of reflex, he had brought the article of clothing, to his nose, smelling it. The scent was a mix of salty caramel and vanilla. ‘One of your little Pomefiore friends must have given you a nice expensive perfume for it to smell so fragrant, but yet sophisticated.’ He though to himself, and after being in his head he had realized that he still had the jacket close to his face.

He knew it was a bit weird for him to smell someone’s clothes like that, especially yours, his student’s. But the fact that it was your scent lingering on the clothes, and that your body would surely smelled the same, drove him wild.

I mean ‘he was a man after all’, and seeing such a pretty little thing working their bests, toughing it out to achieve greatness in such a new different environment, especially in his class. He had to admit it, it did something to him.

Plus the fact he felt your gaze on him constantly during his lessons didn’t help to keep him ‘non-riled up’. He did convinced himself that you were staring for purely innocent reasons, but the state you always were whenever he talk to you made him doubt that fact. You just acted so flustered, even when he just glanced at you. ‘And I mean, you were of age, so was it so bad? Yes, yes it was,’ the man face palmed himself.

But no matter, it wasn’t like anything would actually happen. Plus he had to get your jacket back to you, no time for naughty thoughts >:(

But that all changed when he finally found you, sitting with your two friends, enjoying the fresh air and talking about how bad you wanted him, — wait what?

A little earlier,

You had rapidly rush back to the school building after Vil had texted you that him and rook were eating lunch in the courtyard today. And of course you had a skip in your steps, you were so excited to thirst over your hunk of teacher to your two friends, one of them less entertained about the idea from the other.

In about 10 minutes,

You had arrived to the courtyard, sitting between Vil and Rook, chatting while eating lunch.

“I can’t get over the fact of how fine that man is, like, god really has favourites.” You tell the two,

“And I can’t get over the fact that your thirsting on one of our professors.” Vil said snarky.

“Thirsting, how dare you. I am but a pure maiden showing my admiration towards an amazing role model of physical health!” You replied all dramatically, this made Rook laugh.

“But seriously, he’s really, really hot.” you continue,

“Uh-huh” Vil says not looking up from his phone.

“Like I really need that man to bend me over the nearest sur-“ you begin but your friend cuts you off. “Yeah I’m done for today, it’s never innocent with you.” Vil says standing up, and starts walking away.

“Wait Vil I’m not done telling you about the 15 other positions I want him to put me in and how big I think his dick is!” You semi-shout, giggling.

“Yes, come back my Reine, our dear trickster is only showing son amour in a different way. After all one’s désire d’autrui is part off of the thing we call love, elle est just en grande romantique when you think about it!” Rook follows your lead, encouraging your little delusions for the heck of it.

“You say that every time, but it’s been over a month.” He finally says, disappearing out of sight.

The two of you knew that despite him leaving compl , Vil would return in a matter of minutes, he just left to state a point.

Unbeknownst to you and your hunter friend, the very man you were lusting for happened to overhear your conversation.

Slowly lurking out from the corner, Ashton approach the two of you. “Uh-hum, excuse me. Y/n, you forgot your jacket back in the field. So I brought it for you.” He says, his husky voice making you and Rook turn around to face the man.

“O-oh th-thank Coach Vargas!” You croak out, your face heating up, scared he might have heard what you said about him. Meanwhile Rook could help but snicker at your change in demeanour. A second ago you were talking about how much you wanted that man to fuck you, but when actually met with him, you became as quite as a mouse and could form a proper sentence without stuttering.

“Um, I also need to talk to you about something, would you mind following me back to my office.” He told you, and your heart dropped. ‘He definitely heard what you had said, and now he was going to lecture you about it, maybe even get the other teachers involved!’

You were so nervous on the walk to his office and he could sense it.

As you enter the room, he locks it behind and perform some sort of spell.

He pointed to the wooden chair sitting on one side of a desk, motion for you to take a seat. And to avoid anymore confrontation, you do so quietly.

You had expected him to seat on the opposite side of the desk, on the velvet office chair. But instead he just stood in front of you, hands resting on the desk for support. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but notice the fact that your face was at crotch level with him standing up like this. But before you keep staring at his clothed front, he broke you out of your trance.

“So,” he says and you look up. “You might have an idea of why your in here, after all you are doing excellent in my class so no reason to call you to discuss about it… This about what you said to your little friends a couple of minutes ago.” he states and your suspicions were confirmed.

You look down at your feet, and you choke out. “I’m really sorry Coach Vargas it will never happen again. I apologize for making you uncomfortable.”

Now he was about to correct, explaining that he wasn’t feeling uncomfy at your comments, on the contrary he was flattered and glad you felt the same. But seeing you in trembling state, tears beginning to form in your eyes. It was too much, he had to play with you, at least for a bit.

“Mmh is that so.. well I don’t believe you.” He says, pretending to be hurt but just a look at the grin on his face would tell you other wise.

“W-what?!” You ask confused, tears starting to roll down your face. He grin even harder at the sight.

“Well like I said, I don’t believe you. It’s simple really, after all Mr. Schoenheit mentioned you had been having those lustrous talks at my expense, for over a month. Plus you didn’t seem to have any shame or care in the world when you were chopping it up with your chatting buddies. What’s to tell me, you won’t just go back to your friends after this meeting, and continue your lewd rants,”

He pauses, bending down forward to get close to your ear. “I could even bet that you’re getting off on this very situation.” he says than pulls back to get a good look at the expression on your face.

“N-No, that’s not true!” You deny, though even if your professor said to tease, in reality you were getting off on his action.

In your mind, you knew you shouldn’t. Being caught saying such scandalous things by the same person you were discussing, was but an ideal situation. Yet, you couldn’t help but agree mentally that you had fantasize about a moment like this one. In your head things would go like this;

Coach Vargas would stumble on you talking about your deep desire for him, bring you to his office.

But instead of reprimanding you, he would bend you over his desk and teach you about not being such a ‘lewd minded brat’, fucking you so good as you would babble apologies he didn’t care for.

In all honesty he just wanted to fuck you and he now had the perfect excuse. This fantasy would continue with him taking you almost everyday, with the pretext you still were thinking like a pervert, and as an educator he couldn’t have you distracted from your studies.

So he would take it upon on himself to satisfy your lust, so you could ficus’s on your classes.

Knowing damn well it did the opposite, and that after each session you could only think about him more.

But at last that was just a fantasy, this fact was reinforced when he spoke his next words. “I guess I’ll have to inform the headmaster about this.”

Obviously you panicked, and he loved you in that state. “Please sir, don’t tell Crowley about this, I’ll do anything, I can clean your office for free, I can help with you with paperwork, I can-“ As you begin listing off things you could do to compensate the man for your behaviour, he motioned for you to stop with his hand.

And you did so right away, become quiet as soon as his order came by. This made him feel extremely good, not only did have you at his beck and call in this moment, but if he played his cards right he could make it last way longer.

He grabbed you chin to make you look right into his eyes, “There is something you can do, though you might not be as ready as you think you are to do it.. Do you still want to try though?” At that you only nod, not sure your words could carry what was needed to be said.

He smiled at the obedient response, “Okay then, stand up and bend over my desk for me.”

“W-what??” You look at him very much so confused, he only chuckles at that.

“You did say you were ready, sweetheart. Well I guess I could just inform Crowley instead and leave you in his care, it’s still a viable option if you’d prefer it.” He tells you smugly, knowing you would pick anything he asked of you instead of telling Crowley.

“No, that’s alright, I’ll do it...” And so you did, bending over the wooden desk, feeling your skirt hike up.

You were so anxious but at the same time exited about what would proceed. Would he spank you? Would he touch you? Finger you? Fuck you just like your dreamed about? Or would he just laugh at you, only wanting to see you bend over his desk so he could mock you then just send you on your merry way out, never to speak of this again?

Before you could continue your internal ramble, you felt his big rough and warm hand pushing your skirt, your ass was now in plain view.

“You know, I had myself convinced that your little staring habits was something unadulterated, but turns out the part of my conscious that told me otherwise, was right. You’re really a slutty little girl that has been making eyes at me since the beginning of the semester.” He accentuate his last sentence with a harsh spank to your bottom, making you whimper in pain.

He spanked you again, and wailed with new tears forming in your eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. That’s what a naughty little thing like you deserves, talking to your friends on the daily about how much you want my cock.” Another spank came by, “Be a good girl and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

You winced from the impact of his hand on your sensitive behind, and let out a small whimper. "Y-yes sir," you managed to choke out between sobs. You knew what he wanted now—to hear you beg for more punishment and eventually, release.

Your heart raced faster as anticipation built up inside of you.

"That's better sweetcakes," he praised, reaching down to grab hold of your hair again, yanking hard enough to lift your head up forcefully. His cool gaze bore into yours, searching for any trace of defiance or resistance. But all he saw was submission mixed with fear and desire radiating strongly from those green eyes. "Tell me you want me to claim you right here, right now."

Your voice quivered as you spoke, "I-I... want you to claim me. Please sir..." Your words came out in between sobs and gasps for air, body still trembling from the previous spankings.

You couldn't help but squirm slightly against his hold on your hair, wanting more of his rough treatment.

He released your hair suddenly, causing your head to whip forward violently before he grasped onto both of your wrists tightly behind your back. Pulling them roughly upward to avoid you slamming your face on the desk, keeping your breasts pushed forward prominently. "Good girl," he praised again, running his hand over your chest unbuttoning your shirt, now exposing your whole top area. "Now let's see how much you truly enjoy being owned by your professor." With that, he spun you around forcefully, pushing you against the desk hard enough to leave a mark on your back. His lips crashed hungrily against yours, demanding entry into your mouth as one hand cupped your breasts through the thin layers of fabric separating them.

You groaned into the kiss, unable to resist his aggressive advance, he quickly made way of your bra. Your body arched into him eagerly as he groped and fondled your bust roughly, pinching your nipples cruelly between his calloused fingers. You moaned softly against his lips, letting out a deep-throated moan when his tongue forced its way past your teeth and into your mouth. Your tongues tangled together in a messy dance of desire and submission.

You felt your panties being yanked down forcefully, leaving your bare pussy exposed for him to claim as desired. "Please..." you whimpered again, your voice hoarse from their passionate exchange.

He pulled away from your kiss slowly, his eyes blazing with lust as he looked down at your naked front.

He chuckled darkly, reaching between your spread legs to slide his hand underneath your skirt. His rough fingers explored your wetness greedily, rubbing circles around your entrance before slipping inside of your tight hole.

Your body jolted at the sudden intrusion, your hips pressing back against his touch hungrily. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as he finger fucked you hard and fast, hitting spots that made your knees weak.

"You like that don't you? Being so dirty in public?" He asked, thrusting deeper into your tight channel, stretching your opening wider. "Telling everyone you belong to me now."

Your mind was lost in the sensations he created; every thrust of his finger inside of you, pushing against sensitive spots that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as he continued to abuse your exposed flesh.

"Yes! Please... Sir..." you panted between heavy breaths, feeling your climax building rapidly within reach. Your squirmed under his hold, begging for release but knowing he wasn't done with you yet.

"That’s my girl," he praised, withdrawing his hand from your dripping wet pussy. Turning around once more, he positioned himself between your spread legs, his member already fully erect and throbbing with desire.

Without warning, he pushed hard, splitting your tight entrance on a single thrust.

You cried out in mixture of pain and pleasure as he began to pound into you, claiming your body brutally yet expertly.

His hips moved in a rhythmic motion, driving deeper than you thought possible, hitting all the right spots inside your core. Each powerful thrust caused you breasts to bounce wildly against his chest, nipples standing erect and begging for attention. Sweat trickled down your bodies, mixing together under the harsh florescent lights above them.

"You like that don't you? Taking my cock right here in my office, where anyone one on the others side of the door could hear your moans?" He growled, while continuing his relentless assault on your tight hole.

Your moans turned into incoherent sounds of pure ecstasy as he continued to ravage your body. Your nails scratched at his back through his shirt’s fabric, leaving shallow marks that only fuelled him further. "Yes! More... Sir..." you begged between heavy breaths, struggling against the hold on your wrists but unable to break free from his vice-like grip.

The combination of pain and pleasure was becoming too much for your fragile mind to handle, and soon enough, you felt the intense orgasm building up inside of your like a volcano about to erupt.

Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he slowed down momentarily, teasing your sensitive spots mercilessly before picking up speed again.

"Cum for me, you filthy little thing," he commanded, his voice low and husky with desire. And with those words, you lost control completely, your body convulsing violently around him as waves of pure bliss washed over you. You screamed his name, your climax crashing upon your like a wave crashing onto rocks.

Your entire body shook in the aftermath of your intense orgasm, your legs weakened by the forceful thrusting. Your pussy clamped tightly around his member, milking him dry as he continued to pump into your until finally, he groaned out his own release. Pulling out slowly, a thick stream of hot cum spilled onto your stomach, painting you with his seed.

Panting heavily, he finally released your wrists, allowing them to fall limply beside you. "That was amazing," he complimented, reaching out to stroke your hair affectionately.

He stepped back, admiring his work on your flushed face and disheveled appearance.

Reaching down, he grabbed your discarded panties from the floor and stuffing them nonchalantly into his pocket "Now go clean yourself up in the staff bathroom, before anyone sees you like this."

You nodded weakly, still feeling lightheaded from your intense encounter. Slowly, you wobbled forward, your legs shaking beneath your skirt, and made your way towards the restroom.

By the way, remember the spell he used before anything began, yeah? Actually it was 2, on that block out noise from escaping a finite space aka his office, and the other is one that recorded the events that took place in a selected area.

Was he going to blackmail you with that recording? No. But he might threaten you with it once in while to tease you.

Thanks @hipsterteller for requesting!

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renmayonaka · 1 month

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Twisted Wonderland incorrect quotes NRC staff edition

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Aka let's all make fun of Crowley show.

(Sorry Crowley, it's just so easy 😂)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst incorrect quotes #incorrect twst #incorrect twisted wonderland #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein #twst sam #ashton vargas #nrc staff #night raven college staff #youtube

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nrc-confessions · 2 months

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rank the teachers go

uhhhh just general ranking on how much I enjoy their class ??

crewel

trein

crowley

vargas

based on attractiveness???

sam

crewel

crowley

vargas

trein

sam isn’t a teacher but he’s staff so I included him 🤷‍♂️

#posted by : 🐚#nrc confessions #nrc confession #twst #night raven college #unreality #dire crowley #twst sam #divus crewel #mozus trein #ashton vargas #queued confessions

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twst-drabbles · 1 year

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Night Raven College Staff 1

Summary: Scars. As the magicless janitor of this college, you have gained a lot of them. The staff here notice it and it bothers you in different ways.

(I'm in that romance repulsed mood again. I see ship art or fics and my soul wants to escape my skiiiiin. It'll fade and I'll be back to being neutral about it. I don't really ship anything or anyone anyway.)

There’s really something unfair about the way magic works on your body.

You’ve seen the way bruises receded on pale skin, the way orange sized bumps became nothing without a stretch mark to be seen. You’ve seen the way gashes with gushing wounds would just close without needing so much as a stitch or a scar.

Like magic, injuries and wounds became nothing. Therefore, one could toss a fire spell, aim it at anyone and not worry about what’s left behind.

But, that’s how the bodies of these people’s work. Not yours. The wounds knit together just fine, but they always leave something.

Scars on your hands from swinging branches. Stretch marks from nearly being pulled apart. Patches of scars on your arms from when you nearly lost all the skin there. Little pinhole scars on your shoulders. Some on your thighs and ankles from when the skin sloughed off.

So many, all in a compacted space of time. You look in the mirror and somehow your brain just can’t register that this was you now. It’s annoying. Irritating. At least you have clothes and gloves. At least none of them are out of place.

“Well?” Ashton wiggled your new tracksuit in your face, somehow managing to drag you away from your books for some light exercise. The sleeves were too short.

“No, it’s fine,” you sighed out, tugging your fraying collar over your neck, lightly scratching the little raised bumps there, “No need for any of that.”

Something irritated you about the way Ashton didn’t push it. Just, gave in instead of doing that bulldozing over your answer until you gave in shtick.

Sam was…Sam.

“Sam, mind getting some clothes for me?” This wasn’t the first time. If anything, it’s become routine. Usually has some very nice clothing at decent prices.

“Of course!” He always happy to make a sale. “I’ll even throw in some gloves as a bonus.”

He’s been throwing in all sorts of clothing bonuses since…well since you started wearing long sleeves over anything. He doesn’t need to do that and yet he does so anyway.

Annoying, but you don the gloves anyway. They fit perfectly, as always.

Mozus is at least tolerable. He never speaks more than needed. He even closed his eyes when you had to take off your jacket to air yourself out when you were in the staff room.

You appreciate it, and yet it still rubbed at you the wrong way all the same. You never said you hated the way your skin healed over and yet Mozus knew enough to leave you to your privacy.

Divus wasn’t any better.

“You sure you don’t need any help with that?” He asked after you were sure he went to recount the ingredients for his next class…

“No, it’s fine,” you sighed out again after putting the box on the desk, gently rolling your shoulders, pain thankfully missing, “No need for any of that.”

He never asked before. Why’s he asking now? You’ll ask for help when you need it.

And Dire…

“Stop looking,” You scratched at your wrist, pulling up the sleeve to cover it, “it’s annoying.”

That mask does nothing to hide where his eyes are landing. Doesn’t help that his irises are just, bright little lamps.

Really, what can you do besides just live with this? Eventually, a new normal should set in. You just hope it’s sooner rather than later.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #ask #drabble #night raven college staff #dire #dire crowley #divus #divus crewel #mozus #mozus trein #sam #ashton #ashton vargas #janitor au #reader insert

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riktorart · 11 months

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(Trein cancelled Carpool Mondays shortly after.)

#Twisted Wonderland #Divus Crewel #Ashton Vargas #Twst #Night Raven College #Fan Art #Digital Art #Riktor's Art

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floydhat · 1 month

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THEYRE SO CUTEEEE

STAFF FANS ARE WINNING!

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #night raven college #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein #sam twisted wonderland #V #ashton vargas

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utilitycaster · 5 months

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just an idle weird thought given the proximity of Phineas's breakdown in Midst, Ashton's breakdown on Critical Role, and some stray thoughts I've had about Tula on D20, Suvi on WBN, and that female blorbos post that goes around from time to time; but I feel like that very specific identity crisis/explosive depression spiral re Phineas and Ashton is truly a thing that makes me go oh this character is actually everything is weirdly gendered. It's almost always a man who has it; Ashton is honestly the only example I can think of who isn't a man (though I think Suvi might be headed for this, which is one of the many reasons I love her).

#me googling was my college mental health experience kinda masc question mark #it's not the ONLY thing i gravitate towards but i genuinely can't think of a single woman with this arc #tula is interesting bc it feels like she skirts this #and it's also interesting in that like. in actual play if aabria goes for this with suvi it will be the first PLAYER who's not a man #since tula skirted it but is also played by brennan and ashton is not a man but is played by taliesin who is a man #anyway if you have the same things wrong with you: black sails; vorkosigan saga; stormlight archives; you know the drill #(those have AMAZING women too it's just. they get different great stories! but never this one!)#(and i DON'T KNOW WHY)#midst spoilers #not tagging other stuff but will talk about it #not now though i gotta go get my hair cut

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difeisheng · 9 months

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modern au mlc lotus tower trio is the three of them roadtripping in li lianhua's rv that doubles as his permanent residence and fang duobing and di feisheng are fistfighting about who gets to sleep in the overhead bunk

#whoever loses has to sleep on the convertable dining nook bed #(they can't have the couch. the couch belongs to huli jing)#also fang duobing is a kid with full scholarship ride to college but he wanted to take a gap year and travel instead #and he may or may not have run away from home to achieve that #idk exactly what di feisheng is here. but he's definitely still li xiangyi's bitchy ex. maybe he doesn't know why he's here either #mysterious lotus casebook #ashton originals #liansanjiao

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ashtonisvibing · 5 months

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"One last lullaby?"

Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe: Normalcy AU

Ship(s): None

Character(s): Robbie the Zombie, Henrik von Schneeplestein

Warning(s): None

Originally Published: Nov. 28, 2023

Author's Notes:

yayaya, more stuff with robbie and henrik!

robbie's much more aged up than the last entry with them, and wants one last song before they head off to college :}

pronouns check:

henrik - he/him

robbie: they/them, he/him, it/its

Full Story:

"C'mon you stupid suitcase-!" Robbie grunted out as they tried to put all of their weight onto the suitcase on the floor, one arm carefully slipping from under their chest so they could grab the zipper and finally zip it closed. They'd spent nearly half an hour now to close their luggage despite the glaring issue that the case was simply too full. And that issue became even more obvious when they realized the zipper stopped nearly halfway around, with the same happening to the other zipper. "Oh you fucking-" They simply let out a frustrated sigh before collapsing face down onto the luggage. No point in continuing when it was obvious that failure was the only option here.

"I think that you might have packed too much there." A voice and a chuckle sounded from the doorway. Robbie tilted their head enough to see their papa, Henrik, now standing with an amused smile as he watched his child lay in defeat. They simply responded with a whine and a roll of their eyes as they moved their head so it was back in the rough material. "You do know you can bring more than one suitcase, ja?" Henrik chuckled again as he came over, sitting down in front of his child.

"Thought I could make it easier and put everything in.." They mumbled before finally sitting up, doing a quick shake of their head to get their bright purple hair out of their face. "That way I'm not overloading Casey's car. She's letting me ride with her, remember?"

The doctor sighed as he unzipped the luggage to see what Robbie could have packed. There were some clothes, their bear stuffie, accessories, various hygiene products. Nothing was packed properly though, it was all just piled into the casing haphazardly, ensuring that the luggage would have never closed properly. "Bärchen, this is an absolute mess! No wonder you couldn't close this, nothing is even folded properly!" He made quick work to pull everything out of the suitcase and started folding the clothes so they wouldn't just be a bunched up pile. "And this is hardly enough for a university student. Even if you put more stuff into a separate backpack this would not be enough." He set a folded pair of overalls into the case before continuing. "This is why I suggested that you just have me drive you there. That way you can bring as much as you will need. You were going to bring your hamper and trash bin with you, ja? And what about hang-"

Henrik quickly cut himself off when he noticed that Robbie had started crying while he was speaking. Now he was immediately filled with worry and a bit of panic. He thought that maybe his parental ranting had caused the tears, maybe he was being too harsh without even realizing. He shifted himself so he was now sitting in front of his child, gently pulling them into his arms. "Oh, bärchen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh.. You don't have to bring everything with you if you do not want to, I was just making suggestions.."

Robbie shook their head, their arms wrapping just as tightly around their papa. "Mm-mm, I just-" They sniffled. "I'm gonna miss you being so... Parental all the time.." They chuckled a little as they used the sleeve of their hoodie to wipe their tears away. "Why I was so insistent on Casey bringing me.. Cuz you wouldn't be seeing me cry when I- I had to leave.." Despite their attempt to wipe their tears away they had come back at full force. They hid their tears away in their papa's neck as he gently pulled them into his lap so he could hold them closer. He wasn't able to help his own tears that had started to form.

"Robbie, that is the silliest reason I have heard to not wanting me to drive you to university.." Henrik chuckled softly as his fingers gently combed through the other's hair. "I am fine with you wanting to ride with Casey, you know that I trust her. But I also want to be there during such a big moment. This will be your first day of university, I wouldn't want to miss this for anything. I even requested the day off just in case you changed your mind." He then gently pulled Robbie from their hiding spot so he could look at their face. "I have seen so many tears from you, and I will be perfectly happy with seeing some more tomorrow, okay?" Robbie only gave a little nod in response. "Okay. You do not have to go in until the afternoon tomorrow?" They nodded again.

"Yeah, around twelve or so."

"Alright. How about we save the packing until tomorrow morning then. And I will help you so you are not piling clothes into your suitcase." The pair shared a chuckle as Robbie gave another nod, wiping their eyes of their tears. "For now I think you could use some sleep. Do you want me to drive you tomorrow?"

Robbie paused a second as they thought over their answer. Although deep down they knew what that answer truly was. "... Yeah. I'll text Casey sometime tomorrow to let her know the change of plans and stuff. She'll probably make it seem like I'm breaking up with her." They snickered as they stood up, stretching their arms up over their head.

"Which you two are not, correct? Because you're-"

"Yes Papa, we are not dating." Robbie rolled their eyes a little as they pulled their bear stuffie from the rest of the pile that Henrik hadn't finished, plopping themself onto the edge of their bed. "That kiss was just a "fuck it, why not?" moment between friends. There's nothing more between us." Henrik was constantly asking if Robbie and their friend were dating, ever since he caught them sharing a kiss in the bedroom. He was fine with it being a kiss between friends, and he was fine with the possibility of anything more coming out of their friendship. But that didn't mean he wasn't always trying to find out if anything had suddenly changed between them.

The doctor put his hands up in the air as he chuckled softly, showing he was backing down. "Alright, alright, I'm just making sure. There would be nothing-"

"Yeah, yeah, nothing wrong with us dating, I knowwww." Robbie let themself fall backwards so they were now laying down. "You're the most supportive dad in the world, I know you'd be fine with pretty much anything so long as it's not illegal. Though even then if it's shoplifting you'd be cool with that, too."

"So long as it is shoplifting for necessities." Henrik chuckled as he started putting the rest of the pile of clothes into the suitcase still on the floor so that they weren't just sitting there. "I am fine with your love of anarchy and such so long as it doesn't get you into too much trouble."

Robbie could only respond with a little hum as they adjusted themself so they'd be under the covers, watching their papa fold the clothes and put them all away far more neatly than they ever could. They figured it probably came from him having to pretty much be both their mom and dad for them their entire life, at least until they were old enough to take care of themself. Kind of had to do everything as neatly as he could, and Robbie was always thankful that he bothered. It wasn't very long until Henrik had finished packing at the very least the clothes, just placing the rest that was in the luggage on top for later. Yet in that short time Robbie was already starting to fall asleep, and when Hen noticed this he couldn't help his soft chuckle as he got up and placed a small kiss on his child's head.

"Get some sleep now, bärchen..." Henrik spoke as softly as he could, moving a little bit of hair out of the other's face. "I'm sure you will need it, you have a busy day tomorrow..."

Before he was able to even turn away he was stopped by a hand carefully grabbing his wrist. Robbie was almost completely covered by their blanket, only the upper half of their head being visible now. "Could you sing me something..?" They were interrupted by a yawn. "Like when I was a kid.."

Henrik had to swallow back the joy and adoration that hearing that question gave him. It had been years since he sang Robbie to sleep, he had only really stopped when he also stopped putting them to bed in general. It made him feel a sense of nostalgia from when they were so much younger. How could he possibly say no to such a thing? "Of course I can. Move over." He chuckled a little, and once Robbie moved over he got himself under the blanket as well. The other was quick to snuggle right into his arms, head resting on his chest and unable to help their sleepy little smile when they heard the faint sound of their papa's heartbeat. It was such a soothing rhythm that they were tempted to just fall asleep right then and there. But they managed to keep awake long enough to at least hear the beginning of the lullaby.

Robbie didn't expect themself to remember the melody so quickly. It was completely in german, one that Henrik always sang to them when they were a child and just completely unable to fall asleep. According to the doctor it was a song his own mama sang to him as well. Henrik's voice wasn't the absolute greatest when it came to singing, but Robbie would never complain, especially not now when they had so many happy memories with this lullaby. And it's not like they could complain if they wanted to, what with how tired they were becoming. They could barely keep their eyes open as they tried to snuggle closer to their father. The last thing they noticed before they finally drifted off to sleep was the kiss on their head and Henrik's arms wrapping tighter around themself, and it left them falling asleep with a smile. They didn't know if their papa stayed after the lullaby was gone, if maybe he fell asleep in their bed with them. At the moment they didn't really care. All they cared about was hearing that precious lullaby one last time.

Before they had to go off to college, and take their first step into adulthood, they got to feel like a kid again.

#ashton is writing #normalcy au #robbie the zombie #henrik von schneeplestein #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye egos #father henrik my absolute beloved #help i love their relationship #love me some father/child bonding #anyways mini blurb of robbie the night before they go to college #i've now unlocked writing college stuff with them and casey :}

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