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Twisted Wonderland Game Guide Magic Archives II: released today!! Quick observations for those who wish to know what kind of content is inside:

If you are familiar with the first volume you know that there are detailed visuals and notes pertaining to each of the overblot forms, but only from Riddle to Jamil.

In MA-II there are similar details for Vil and Idia's overblot forms, but not for Malleus!

(We know that Malleus' notes exist as they were on display at the Twst Exhibition 👀 But they have not been included in this volume!)

Addition character design details provided for Neige, the dwarves, Ambrose, and college gear Ortho.

There is also an illustration by Yana on the thunder spear, showing how it is held, with Riddle and Azul wielding it together as an example!

Much like the first volume it consists largely of gameplay information. In the first volume there is then character visuals and notes by Yana, and this time there is a large gallery of sprites of all characters for all events, up to Tamasha Muina / Playfulland!

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i can take them both (not in a fight)

chung thanh phong pre fall 2023

cabbage boy..

While the hearts of the public are becoming increasingly vocally open to the prospect of boy maids, I still long await the day when society is ready to finally broach the subject of girl butlers–not merely as an occasional curio to be brought out from some dusty cabinet once in a blue moon, but an established and significant presence in the imagination and imagery of idealized service professionals.

fuck romeo and juliet i want what these bitches have-

rained out | feat. skz

sex might be the only “sport” where rain is acceptable, maybe even encouraged.

— rating; e for explicit

— pairing(s); stray kids x reader

— author’s note; happy late birthday to me!!! sorry to anyone who reads this, it is HIGHLY self indulgent! don’t ask me how long this is because i have no idea and wrote it in drafts like a crazy bitch. tagging @hanjibug since she liked the snippet so much LOL

— warnings; unprotected sex, creampie (duh!), multiple partners, polyamory, ot8 shenanigans, squirting, banter, dirty talk, daddy kink, copious amounts of body fluids, bukkake (yeeeaaahhh), male x male implications, humiliation, degradation, praise, uhm. i don’t even remember all the shit i’m supposed to be tagging.

“hah! mmmm,” comes your choked noises, obnoxiously loud in the otherwise mostly silent room.

you can barely keep your eyes open, onslaught of pleasure making you go nearly crosseyed. if you were anymore coherent you’d be shying away from the thick cock that’s plunging in and out of your cunt, but you’re very much not. instead, you writhe and cant your hips up, offering up the soppy, warm channel of your pussy to the man above you. he fills you up well, stretching your walls out nicely, the friction against your insides so mind-numbing that you forget their are seven other men watching you and your little pussy get wrecked.

“ooohh, fuck,” someone coos, causing your cunt to clench up tightly, “listen to that.”

as if to make a point, the wet, papping sounds of chan’s thrusts get a little louder. they’re wetter sounding, your slick webbing between your puffy cunt and chan’s pelvis. above you, chan laughs, nosing up the column of your throat as he thrusts faster, releasing a coo of his own when you whimper.

“hyung, it’s my turn. c’mon,” jisung whines, eyes glued to where chan’s dick reappears from your cunt — hard, leaking, and covered in cream.

“no, no, no,” you gasp, thighs shaking on either side of his hips. “daddy, d-don’t go,” you whine, hands locking onto his wrists where they sit beside your head.

“awh,” chan croons, kissing your mouth once as he shakes free of your grip easily, “i’ll be back, baby.”

you’re left with your mouth fixed in a watery pout, though it doesn’t last long, view quickly filled with shaggy hair and honeyed skin. jisung smiles, a bit out of breath as he bounces on his toes. you want to smile back but he’s kissing you quickly before dragging you across the bed, fixing you sideways.

an eager mouth descends upon you again, working over your lips, down your neck, and across your sweaty skin. it’s quite the change from the fast-paced, deep fucking chan had chosen to bestow upon you. you welcome jisung’s efforts with quiet hums and deep sighs, legs twitching where they’re drawn up beside his head. they only begin to shake more the closer he draws to the apex of your thighs, where your abused, little cunt awaits.

“jisung,” you whimper, squeezing his puffy cheeks between your plush thighs.

“hi, my baby,” he giggles, high pitched laughter trailing into a guttural groan. jisung hugs your thighs to his face, inhaling hungrily. it’s embarrassing to say the least, but he’s sucking the pudge of your clit into his mouth before you have the chance to say anything.

“oh, o-oh,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair. “sungie,” you drawl when his tongues laves over your clit, tracing circles over and around it. “fuck, your m-mouth!”

“mm,” he hums, mouth full of pussy, slurping up your slick and his own spit as he goes. “so fuckin’ good.”

“please, please,” you whine, head turning over to the side, “wanna come, need t’come.”

you don’t know who you’re begging to and you’re not quite sure who to focus on. jisung’s tongue works magic between your thighs, but there are seven other men also orchestrating your demise. you know they take pride in it, watching your chest heave and your tits bounce with all of your squirming. of course, the second your eyes roll back, someone decides you’ve had enough. jisung’s whine is even louder than yours, neck bent awkwardly as minho pulls him away by his hair.

“that’s enough for you, jisungie,” minho teases, leaning down to taste your cunt from jisung’s lips. you pussy throbs and aches, watching their tongues tangle together.

minho pulls away and pats the younger male’s cheek patronizing, “don’t pout,” he croons, “hyung wants a go now.”

“no,” you gasp and sob, pushing your hips up and against nothing, “you’re m-mean, min. sungie, daddy, help —,” you try, cut off short when someone lands a stinging slap to the inside of your thigh.

“awh,” the aforementioned man tuts, clucking his tongue. despite your protests you let him manhandle you back to the center of the bed easily, positioning you just the way he wants.

“you think i’m mean, huh?”

“y-yes,” you stammer, jolting when you feel the length of his cock slide along your wet folds.

“mm,” he hums, head tilting thoughtfully. you watch — suspended in time — as minho taps the bud of your clit with the head of his cock, the sticky noises flowing out into the room.

you can’t help but shudder, body relaxing against your better judgement, turning watery eyes up to minho’s menacing gaze. he circles your opening once, flicking his fringe from his eyes. there is a smile, soft yet not, before you’re speared open, full of several inches far far too quickly. he laughs at your squeal, hands pressing the backs of your thighs back and down to spread you open for him.

“and to think i w-was gonna let you come,” he pouts, tone breathy as he fucks into you brutally, hips slapping against your skin.

the room erupts in laughter and you can do nothing but furrow your eyebrows and squeal, mouth stuck open in silent screams as minho fucks you within an inch of your life. his thrusts are quick and short, strokes mean as they pummel your insides to a pulp. still you are a good girl, hands ripping at the sheets instead of batting him away, eager to swallow up whatever minho deems you worthy of.

“christ, it’s fucking talking,” jeongin groans, squeezing his own dick. “pussy’s always so loud when you fuck it.”

“t-that’s cause it loves me,” minho gripes back, grinning, “ain’t that right, kitty?”

“uuuunnnhh,” you moan, incapable of answering any questions.

somewhere off yonder you can hear chan chastising minho for being so rough, but even your hazy, fucked-dumb brain knows there’s no really heat behind it. you’re leaking tears at this point, all sniffly as minho slips out and away from you, leaving you teetering on the precipice of orgasm yet again. there’s someone turning you, flipping your body over onto your tummy, tucking your legs underneath you to give your some support but also to present your puffy cunt to yet another leaking cock.

the position leaves you facing seven pairs of eyes, displaying your teary vulnerability in a way that makes you feel shameful. of course, this is not allowed, so when you sob and try to tuck your face away and into the mattress, hyunjin’s long fingers are tugging at your hair to hoist your head back up.

“don’t look at away, baby,” he coos, face pink and lips looking extremely kissable. “wanna see that adorable face when—“

“bin-NIE!” you shout, cutting hyunjin off.

“yah! how’d you know?” he pouts, thick hands making a home for themselves amongst the fat of your hips, using his grip as leverage to keep pulling you back onto his cock.

“you literally put her into doggy every chance you get,” seungmin groans, but you’re not sure if it’s in disdain at changbin’s predictability or because your drooly, little face is beginning to look dumber and dumber every thrust.

“yeah, bin,” minho laughs, “not even i do that, and i’m the certified ass man of the group.”

“c-can’t help it,” changbin grunts, reaching one hand around to press against your pelvis and tilt it the slightest bit. “love this fuckin’ ass,” he says, grinding right into the little patch of swollen flesh that makes you choke on air.

“yeah, fuck,” he grins, still grinding through your twitches, “there it is!”

the ‘it’ being the steady stream of liquid that’s being fucked out of your cunt. you’re locked up tight, eyes crossed and tongue lolling out stupidly. but that’s why changbin loves getting you in doggy, even though he’s not getting to watch your face. the way his cock is shaped, you never fail to squirt on his cock— especially like this, especially when he’s not the one to go first.

your brain doesn’t even come back online before you’re empty again, eagerly being pulled back onto someone’s awaiting tongue. plump lips suck and lick at your swollen cunt, slurping up slick and liquid like they’re getting paid to do it. you slap at the mattress a few times, moans sounding wrecked to shit. you wiggle, grinding your pussy down onto soft lips and a hard chin, chasing the remnants of your orgasm.

“you’re fuckin’ nasty, bro,” jisung cheers on. “that pussy’s good, ain’t it, ‘lix?”

“mhm,” felix rumbles slurping at your pussy so hard that your labia stretches out from your pussy with the movement. “love sloppy seconds.”

you’d be embarrassed, even offended, if you didn’t know the truth of it. felix loves when you’ve been thoroughly used, loves eating your cunt when its soft and wet, when you’re incoherent and uninhibited, able to rut that pretty, abused pussy all over his eager tongue. between him and jisung, your pussy gets kissed plenty, and that’s not even accounting for the way your daddy eats it to the fucking bone when he has the time.

“oh, god, oh, god,” you groan, cunt throbbing. “pl-please, please!”

“here,” a swift slap to your ass has you reeling, “gotchu something to whine about.”

it’s jeongin and the slide of his cock into your weeping hole is so glorious that you do, in fact, whine, throwing your ass back to swallow up his cock inside your greedy, little cunt. jeongin slaps at your ass again, large hands getting greedy as he squeezes and pulls at your plump flesh. he’s so big, your little, baby boy, and he fucks like a train. you can’t say you don’t like it, wouldn’t even if you could.

“innie, innie,” you babble, reaching back to pat at his abs with one hand. “s’good!”

“yeah, i know,” he snorts, holding your hand flat to his stomach, while the other holds steady to your ass. “we know how to fuck this slutty pussy, don’t we?”

“y-yeah, yeah,” you sigh, falling into a secure lull. in this, you press yourself down against the mattress, popping your ass up towards the man behind you.

which, unfortunately, is your first mistake. naturally, jeongin takes the opening like the opportunist he is, sliding a calloused thumb across your vulnerable and exposed asshole. the shocked moan that trickles out of you as he presses against it, shocks them all. you feel jeongin’s cock twitch inside you, swear you can feel the heat of his precum dripping against your walls.

“fuck,” minho groans, balls feeling heavy. “gonna let us fuck that hole next time, yeah?”

“uh huh,” you pant, upset again when jeongin, too, slides away, just like the others. “all my holes’re yours.”

“good,” seungmin pipes up. “as it should be.”

you’re being turned again, once again flopped onto your back. you mumble a thanks, stretching out while you can. inevitably someone will squish you up again, folding you into positions that you think are mean and unjust but that will ultimately have your pussy gushing and creaming anyway. the thing about seungmin is that you never know what you’re going to get with him. he can be cruel like minho but he can also but kind and giving; he gives you whiplash in a way that no one else can sometimes.

“don’t look at me like that,” he tuts, pulling your legs so that the backs of them are flat against his chest and stomach, circling his lithe arms around your knees. “i’m not gonna be mean to you,” he tells you watching as you relax, “this time.”

someone guides his dick into your pussy and the hand lingers, sliding its fingers between your sodden folds to rub softly at your clit. your eyes roll around in your head as the seungmin works you up again on his dick. you sigh and huff, clenching your walls around the length of seungmin’s dick like you’re trying to pull him over the edge too. too enraptured in making sure he doesn’t topple you over the edge, he just shakes his head and laughs, giving you a few hard, deep thrusts as warning as well.

“m-minnie, ‘m close again,” you breathe, trembling in seungmin’s hold.

“okay,” he acquiesces, much easier than he would any other time. “one more to go, puppy.”

“saved the best for last,” hyunjin says, earning several boos from the others.

he’s not entirely wrong though, if you’re being honest. your second orgasm always takes a little longer, which is typically why hyunjin goes last. his cock’s sensitive and your pussy kinda does him in when it’s gooey and wet from all the use. bright side to that is, hyunjin fucks like a dream when he’s done-in, and you both know that this was orchestrated perfectly for that very reason. you’ll be squirting again in no time.

“sheesh,” hyunjin whines, finding a home between your legs. his dick slips and slides a few times, missing your hole enough times that you let out a tiny sound of frustration, reaching between the two of you to help him find his way inside.

“oh, oh,” you sigh, nodding out your pleasure as he slides in, long cock feeling like it’s knocking into your diaphragm.

“f-fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he tells you, hooking your knees over the crooks of his elbows. “cunt so good.”

you preen at the compliment, basking in its filth. with hands resting on your tummy, you press inward on the spaces you swear you can feel hyunjin’s length wrecking havoc. it tightens you up, makes the tall man shudder and whine, dark eyes with blown out pupils fixed on yours. hyunjin’s move from fluid rolls to somehow even deeper strokes, making your jaw positively ache with how quickly it drops open to release your moans.

“k-kiss me,” he says, leaning down into your space and fucking that impossibly long dick into places that hurt as much as they feel good. “c’mon, gimme’a kiss.”

you try your best, let him blanket you to the point that he’s driving himself further, pretty much bruising your cervix. he gets his kiss, soft, bitten lips caressing your own until you’re suddenly batting at his shoulders, cunt gushing again.

“fuck!” you squeak when the stream doesn’t stop, hyunjin being more than what to keep fucking it out of you. “okay, okay, jinnie! no m-more!”

you think he listens, because you get a second of reprieve, but you’re sorely mistaken. your sore cunt is being split, once again, open on chan’s cock. you’re not sure when that switch happened, but you’re quickly thrusting both of your hands out towards chan’s abs, pressing at them and writhing in an attempt to get away.

“n-no, no, no!”

“told you i’d be back,” he gleams, pulling you by your hips into the cradle of his own.

you get drilled. that’s the only way to describe it. and chan gets exactly what he wants from you, constant spurts of liquid that splatter across your body and his. watching you jerk around like a livewire provides entertainment for everyone, a sultry visual for them all to jerk their cocks to. and they do, crowding around you as the moments pass, raining down on you the same way you’ve rained on them. your body is soon covered in the cum of nine separate people, the ultimate claim.

“happy birthday, little one,” chan rasps, smiling tiredly. he truly feels like the top dog here; he’s the only one who’s gotten to cream your cunt this go around.

you don’t respond, silent and blinking tiredly at the ceiling.

“i think we finally broke her,” jisung says worriedly, tapping gently at your cheek.

“yeah,” jeongin snorts, “broke her in, you mean.”

there’s someone swiping at your skin. you assume it’s to clean the cum off of you, but can’t bring yourself to ask or even grunt. your brain needs at least five to seven business days to come back online for real.

“so, can we still eat her pussy when she’s like that?” felix asks, zero shame in his game.

“dude, you are so nasty,” jisung giggles, but minho recognizes that mischievous glint in his irises.

“as if you’re not dying to help him.”

“mind your business!” jisung shrieks at the elder, nonetheless sinking to his knees alongside his friend.

point proven, you think. happy birthday to you, indeed.

© hyungszn 2023; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without my permission!