mysumeow

[mysumeow]

Actually it's implied the freckles were caused by sunburn so they probably went away on their own:( take him to the beach and they might reappear though (take him for a walk in the beach like he's a dog)

WAIT FR???

Taking Rook out for a walk like hes a dog LMAOSSIDNWJDJQ

C'mon Rook its time for your daily walk on the beach. I wanna see those freckles >:((((

...I just realized Rook probably wears suncreen too bcs ya know uv rays and all that...

#we cant win 😞😞😞 #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera

[mysumeow]

Today I offer an (unfinished, from a to j) Arlecchino nsfw alphabet. Tomorrow? Who knows. I just needed to get it out of my mind. I skipped a lot of letters because I was focused on first writing the ones I was inspired for..

Reader is referred to as you/your and afab body, reader is meantioned to use lingerie. Also, I did NAWT proofread :'DDDDD

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Arlecchino appears to be disappointed about your stamina and will comment on it, saying that she'll make sure to work it out with you but, for now, she'll take care of you. She pulls you into her chest and strokes your back, allowing you to even out your breath and relax.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Despite her collected facade, Arlecchino gets drenched by mere couple of minutes of foreplay. Sticky. She cums a lot, when you finish eating her out, your tongue ends up coated in her slick and your chin probably does as well.

The fastest way to get her wet is by being obedient; when there's enough time for it, she loves giving you instructions on how to pleasure her. Where to kiss first, where to squeeze, how fast to suck her clit...

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She's willing to open up about her kinks to you once some time has passed after you've made your relationship official. A dirty secret she shares with you, while she sits you on her lap and whispers into your ear: making you wear intricate and delicate lingerie while you go on about your day as normal. She likes the idea of being the only one who knows what you're wearing under those unassuming clothes.

Whenever there's a moment you're both alone and there's some privacy, she'll slide her hand underneath your clothes and graze her fingers against the lace, murmuring about how she can't wait to get home and take it off you.

F = Favorite position

Depends on whether she's using a toy (and which) or not.

When there's no toys, she has you spreading your legs on either side of her head. Arlecchino may appear to be a cold lover, only to turn out she's eager to please you and have you cum first. Usually. If you have behaved.

If she's using a bullet vibrator, then it's your back pressed against her chest while one of her hands is busied with your tits, squeezing and pinching your nipples when you squirm too much; the other one, holds the bullet vibrator against your clit. It's not uncommon for her to instruct you to finger yourself, meanwhile.

With a strap on, Arlecchino will have your legs pinned as close as possible to your chest, as you wail about it being too much and you're nearing your nth orgasm of the night.

“That pitiful expression on your face's lovely. Go on, keep crying for me. I'm not done with you yet.”

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Passionate and zealous. She's gentle in a painful way. She takes her time to pleasure you, prodding and licking your pussy and unraveling your weaknesses. Cruel, too; she won't let you pull away until you've ridden the entirety of your orgasm against her awaiting mouth, and she keeps you there even if you're babbling about it hurting.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Arlecchino sees little point in it. With a tight schedule, she prefers finishing whatever pending business she may have instead of masturbating. On the rare occasion she’s pent-up and you’re not available, she gets the work quickly done and gets back on track as soon as possible.

#/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera #not posting this in general tags bcs its a wip

[mysumeow]

ROOK HAS FRECKLES⁉️ are those freckles or am i imagining stuff?????

Vil probably makes him cover them up with concealer nooooo 😭😭😭😭

#free the freckles rook #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera

[mysumeow]

Arlecchino thoughts... (+18)

When you misbehave, Arlecchino punishes you by denying you pleasure for weeks. She has no qualms about prolonging said punishment for four whole weeks, depending on the severity of your misbehavior. She'll give you just enough to keep you on your tippy toes; she'll allow the usual morning kisses before she departs for work, place her hand on the small of your back when you're strolling the streets of Fontaine, etc.

And once you're back home, in the privacy of your bedroom, when you think she finally can't wait anymore for your touch...she wishes you a good night and heads straight to bed (or revise paperwork the whole night when she must). Leaving you craving for her, you miss her unyielding hands gripping open your legs as she eats you out with unusual urgency.

Try embracing her from the back, kissing her cheek or on the neck, whispering salacious desires against her ear; Arlecchino turns her head to look at you, and for a moment you thought you succeeded—

“Is your body yearning for me that much? Oh,” She tutted with a mockingly sweet voice. “Perhaps you should’ve thought about it better before you misbehaved, yes? Go get some rest, I won’t be finishing with this report anytime soon.”

You try again, sitting on her lap and facing her, whining about wanting her attention. She swiftly carries you back to bed and lays you down, firm in her stance.

Once the punishment has reached its end, the moment she has you beneath her and tossing your head from side to side in desperation for that desired orgasm, is when she unleashes all that pent-up frustration from the past few weeks. She pays back those times you tried to tease her and ease her into your trap to lose each other in pleasure. You’re left with trembling legs next morning.

#huh what how did this get here #i dont remember writing this haha no #something possessed me idk #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera

[mysumeow]

AHG. Having Xavier and Rafayel thoughts. NO. I must finish this assignment that's due soon.

B-But switch Rafayel who lures you into a fake sense of dominance and turns the tables in the least expected moment, returning all of the teasing you did but tenfold. No, he wasn't acting when your hands were jerking him off and he wouldn't stop whining every time you stopped to edge him, his eyes brimming with tears as a broken plea escaped from his reddened lips; but the moment you let your guard down while you think he's just catching his breath, suddenly you're pushed to your back...

But I gotta take care of university stuff 🙄🙄

#and xavier who says the most horny stuff while having the most innocent looking face #born to write smut forced to work on assignments #its almost the last of week and suddenly all professors wanna grade stuff istg..... #whoops typo pls ignore 💀💀💀 #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera

[mysumeow]

Yandere Sunday from Honkai Star Rail thoughts ahead:

Sunday as a yandere must be a pain in the ass to deal with if you're kidnapped by him.

This guy thought of everything you might come up with to escape. He's a control freak; he has one of your ankles chained to a post. The chain is long enough for you to roam around the room, but the damn room doesn't have windows. Or, if there are, they're blocked by both window guards and vigilated by security cameras.

Unfortunately, for Sunday, he can't vigilate you 24/7. He's a busy man, he often has meetings and events to attend; not only carrying with the responsibility of being the head of The Family, but also as the one to oversee Penacony. There's just an abundance of duty he must shoulder.

In that case, he has installed cameras inside the room, as well. Whenever he has free time while working, he'll check the footage and make sure everything's in orderーif it wasn't obvious enough, he wakes up thinking about you and the last thoughts in his mind before sleeping are about you.

If your behavior is positively remarkable to him, he'll allow you to roam around the house without restraints, as long as you're under his supervision. He even mentions that, if you keep up the good behavior, he'll let you accompany him around Penacony. However, you'll never know if he's being honest or manipulating you to blindly follow his demands. No matter how well behaved you think you are, it has never happened...

#/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera

[mysumeow]

Now i dont know if I'll have enough strength to not pull on his banner 🧍‍♀️

#/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera

[mysumeow]

──Trouble sleeping

WARNINGS ❪ Afab body, reader is referred to with you/your. YANDERE Lyney. Very mild angst. Unrealistic hypnosis, dub-con, piv unprotected sex. Not proofread. SUMMARY ❪ You have trouble sleeping, and Lyney suggests hypnosis therapy to solve it. Lyney is, however, dishonest with how he applies said hypnosis. WORD COUNT ❪ 873 A/N ❪ I remembered I had this smut idea pending since last year i think? ok here it is. ok bye im hungry

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You approached the great magician Lyney with a problem: you were having trouble sleeping.

Not really expecting anything out of your conversation, as you were seeking mere emotional support, Lyney confessed that he had some dexterity in the art of hypnosis and that it wouldn’t hurt to try.

It was a success, seeing as you had fallen asleep in the first five minutes of the session, when on average, it would’ve taken you way longer. Unbeknownst to you, in the throes of sleep, he had whispered selfish suggestions into your subconscious.

... Had he known it was going to be this easy, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

He’s underserving of your love; he was aware. The moment you two met, he was unable to let go of you in all aspects. He looked forward to seeing you at his presentations, at the celebratory dinners after an unrivaled performance, and to having you visit him backstage before a show.

To take you home and have you for the rest of the night.

Perhaps he asked for too much. He thought there was a possibility of the universe knowing he didn’t deserve you, and that’s why things didn’t turn out as he daydreamed they would, without having to resort to this deceitful method...

The feeling of your heaving chest against his and your arms tightening around his shoulders as you rode him pulled him out of his mind, reminding him that he should enjoy this precious moment with you.

Lyney’s hold on your hips became tighter, taking the reigns on the pace again, canting his hips upwards to meet your body at an unforgiving pace. He sucked marks onto your neck.

Greed consumed his judgment, and he bit down with unprecedented force.

Your pained whine didn’t deter him from sucking more hickeys on your unprofaned skin. He needed this. Everyone has to know you’re his.

“Ow, Lyney…” You cried again, hoping that would send him the message to be gentler.

His thrusting ceased, and he put some space between your bodies, but not by much. It was only to take in the sight of the teeth shaped dents on your flesh, along with the reddish marks scattered in the expanse of your shoulders.

Lyney wasn’t a rough lover. He’s got enough introspection to know that.

Your existence, from day one, made him discover a new train of thoughts he was never aware that he could have: the cravings of roughing up in the most pleasurable of ways. Often, Lyney would fantasize about littering your body with his kisses and bites, seizing your arms, and securing you against his frame—not leaving a single inch of space between one another.

Your lovestruck visage seemed to lure him deeper into degeneracy, after all, not only were your eyes pleading for more, but your body as well. Lyney swallowed hard, calming himself down before he cummed too fast with how your pussy tensed around him.

“F-Fuck, Lyney— You feel so good,” You whined, locking your legs around him and using the leverage to make him thrust into you. “Why did you stop? Hurry up, please. Fuck your cum into me,”

Your words weren’t helping his case. Lyney panted against your neck, content with merely kissing and kneading your tits with his hands, his fingers pinching your nipples and making you tremble from lust.

The magician longed for this moment to never end, for the morning to never come, when the hypnosis would end for that day. Because you’ll forget everything that happened prior to the hypnosis, and you’ll want to come back to him every day so he can help you. Lyney convinced himself that he could allow himself to be selfish for once in his life.

“What a naughty mouth for such a lovely face,” He tutted before nipping your bottom lip. Whichever retort you had died in your throat when Lyney’s tongue slipped into your mouth, playing with yours without permitting a single second for you to collect your thoughts. “But who am I to deny you when you keep pulling me into you, as if not wanting to let go…”

With those words, he resumed his unyielding thrusts, and the lascivious noise of the bed creaking from the movements filled the room. Lyney hugged the leg you proceeded to rest on his shoulder, your other leg quivering from the onslaught of pleasure behind him. The position made it easier for him to stuff you with his dick; it was too much, and you lost yourself in the delightful sensations. Lyney was lucid enough to understand you were about to give out, so his hand darted to hold yours, squeezing it to keep you grounded.

Amidst the heartfelt intertwinement, a broken whine of his name escaped your lips when you orgasmed. Lyney doubled over at the feeling of your drenched cunt squeezing him so deliciously, he didn’t stand a chance and cummed almost right after you.

As he caught his breath, he helped you lower your leg back in its place and pressed his lips to yours, his hand caressing the side of your face.

#genshin smut #lyney x reader #lyney smut

[mysumeow]

ok fine I'll write boothill smut 🙄🙄🙄 (literally no one asked for one LMAO)

#/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera

[mysumeow]

Hi! I'm new to this but may I request (and this might be a bit specific) Lyney x male/gn reader(whichever you prefer) who has regenerative powers similarly to Ajin (in which they are basically immortal and fully regenerate once they die) and is pretty reckless because of it, I just imagine Lyney not being able to take their eyes of reader due to them getting into lethal trouble most of the time while adventuring. (Love your work :D, Feel free to ignore if not interested)

──Lyney with a reader who's reckless wherever they go and whatever they do.

WARNINGS ❪ Reader death mentioned, reader gets repeatedly injured (very mild descriptions of it). GN pronouns and body. SUMMARY ❪ Reader has the special ability to regenerate whenever they die. Reader has fun with this power, but it's not as fun for the magician they befriended. WORD COUNT ❪ 698 (bullet point list format) A/N ❪ HI ANON IM SORRY FOR TAKING TOO LONG FOR THIS AAAAAAAAA tbh, i dont know this character :c so i based this drabble (?) only on what you described. I hope the reader was reckless enough alhdsfsalkjfhjkldskjaf

BLANK BLOGS DNI

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The poor magician is constantly on edge because of your recklessness. And you nearly sent him into cardiac arrest the first time he found out about it.

You were Lyney's stagehand, in charge of rope work and inspecting that the props were firmly attached and in place.

Let’s just say you didn’t check that your safety equipment was correctly secured.

Given that your place of focus was up there, at least 20 meters (65.6 feet) away from the wooden floor, when you fell... It was a rather distressing sight.

Lyney felt beyond guilty about what happened, even if it wasn’t his fault. He was both relieved and bewildered when he found out you were fine?

A fall from that height would render anyone with broken bones beyond repair, and you left the hospital on your own? Without needing a wheelchair or anything?! You walked out of there as if nothing had happened.

“Ohhh, right. I forgot to mention that. For some reason, I can’t die.”

You were immortal, and you were confessing that ability like you were talking about the weather.

“But… But I saw you covered in blood and...” He couldn’t finish his sentence; the mere memory caused chilling goosebumps.

He always keeps an eye on you when you’re about to climb the scaffolding.

“You’re going to get yourself into a mess again,” He worried, rushing to your side once he noticed the hook that goes into your gear seemed flimsy. “This needs a replacement,”

“But your show is tomorrow,” You objected. “Besides, if something happens, I’ll regenerate. No biggie,”

“Your ability is unmatched, but it must still hurt a lot when you get into that trouble,” He insisted, removing the swivel snap hook from the gear before you could further object. “The forge sells these items. It won’t take more than a couple of minutes to buy one,”

Unfortunately for a troublemaker like you, sooner rather than later, the magician picked up on your habit of running into situations.

Once, you came back after lunch with concerning burns on your arms.

“Look, I picked up some bulle fruit. They’re fresh. Want some?”

“What happened? Dear archons, those look like second-degree burns?!”

“I ran into some trouble with some dumb gardemeks. I gave them a good beating,” You boasted. “They did sneak behind me and hurt me, but still,”

“If you want to go after them, go ahead with it,” Lynette said, noticing her brother’s anxious face.

You wielded both a vision and a weapon, so he knew you were more than capable of defending yourself, and yet he couldn’t stop going after you to make sure you were alright.

“Lyney!” You greeted him as you were about to go back to the theater. “What’re you doing here? Ah—don't tell me I took too long to return!”

“None of that. Geez, it’s a miracle I found you in one piece,” He sighed and rubbed his temple. “You’re a magnet for trouble wherever you go,”

“C’mon, I can’t be that bad.” You laughed.

He also remembered that time you were adventuring. You know, being cooped in the city could be boring sometimes.

The sibling’s schedules were free for that couple of days and thought it would be a fun experience.

The moment they finished setting up the tents, they noticed you had run off somewhere without them knowing.

“Do you guys think these berries are edible?”

Spoiler: they weren’t…

Often, it’s Lyney bandaging you up.

It was customary for Lyney and Lynette to carry bandages and band-aids with them when they rehearsed their show. It’s not uncommon for blisters to appear on any part of their body after an intense rehearsal or to sprain an ankle occasionally.

Now, having you around, there was even more reason to store them.

Before you could scurry away from him, Lyney called you with a stern voice.

The usual flirty and teasing side of the magician disappears when he catches you trying to hide a cut or a scrape.

“’Tis but a small cut,” You assured, laughing nervously. “O-Ow—!”

The disinfectant stung as he applied it to your jaw. “How did you even—forget it. Knowing you, you were probably careless,” He undid the band-aid's wrap and grabbed your face, preventing you from moving away.

“There you go,” He smiled, pleased with himself, the band-aid in place. “You can go back to work,”

#genshin x reader #lyney x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you

[mysumeow]

hello, i was the anon who requested the glomas smut. Thank you so much! I really enjoyed it 🤗 im sorry about the rude mail surrounding the reader intentional gender, but i think i got what i requested.. a feminine reader with no specific pronouns.. i am a gay demiboy who enjoys wearing and indulging feminine things and i have no complaints! so thank you once more

If you're satisfied with how I delivered the oneshot, that's enough fulfillment for me, anon. I'm very glad to know you liked it 💗

And dw, I knew it was a matter of time before I received those types of messages.

#/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. asks

[mysumeow]

trying to pull for gallagher but.....

......gacha gods sent me the wrong old man.......

#i cant even keep pulling bcs im saving that guaranteed for boothill #if it werent for boothill i would've pulled for acheron #shes so broken wtffffff #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera

[mysumeow]

general lilia smut drabble because I'm so normal about him (im not)

#/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera #and then I'll go back to genshin as usual

[mysumeow]

TW: ANONYMOUS COMPLAINT

Hello anon(s). I understand the smut isn't directed to your personal gender identity and you wish to see more of these types of content directed towards it. I can't blame you for it. However, gender identity varies a lot from individual to individual.

There are people that are afab, choose to go by they/them pronouns or other pronouns but feel comfortable using stuff like dresses or skirts, for whatever reason there might be.

On the contrary, people who aren't comfortable wearing those clothes, may see the warnings and understand it's not for them. I'm not forcing anyone to read my stuff. I rarely specify what the reader is wearing but when I do, I make sure to let readers know at the beginning.

This isn't meant to be taken as a "you're wrong and I'm right" post, I'm just explaining my reasoning to label the warnings as such.

And lastly, sending spiteful anon messages isn't the best way to educate people. You're asking for respect but you aren't respectful yourself.

#ive seen ppl complain about she/her afab reader being condensed as simply “fem reader” #so how does ond just not make anyone upset? #if i do it one way certain group of ppl won't be satisfied #if i do it the other way then it's also not correct apparently #thats why i just make sure to label stuff as directly as possible

[mysumeow]

Yes yay!! I really enjoyed your Malleus smut! Would you care to write another like it but with a Jealous Malleus and feminine reader during the glorious masquerade event, please? Maybe rollo was bothering her throughout the dance and Malleus was getting upset by it, but decides to not do anything about it until the end of the dance where he confronts reader in the comfort of her room.

if you do not like it, then its okay! if you decide to go on and write, then the only thing i request of you is to exclude cuckholding… im not a fan of it…

(and i apologize for my poor english, its not my first language!!)

──ADORNMENT

Warnings: Size kink, unprotected piv, titplay (reader receiving), malleus accidentally bites your lip a little too hard, you also bite him a little bit too hard :). Reader is referred to with you/your, afab body reader, reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress.

Summary: Malleus couldn't help but wonder if Rollo was trying to get on his bad side from the moment he stepped foot into Noble Bell College. He didn't like one bit how intent Rollo was on catching your attention.

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: HI ANON I loved the idea, as you can see from those 2.4k words haha...possessive dragon man gotta be my fav character trait so i was IN. Also, dw about your english, it's not my first either T_T

MASTERLIST

When Rollo's eyes appeared to brighten just the tiniest bit when he found out you weren't a magic user, his slightly more amicable tone of voice when he spoke to you, and the lingering gaze Rollo would watch you with when you weren’t looking at him...

Even if those were small details, Malleus took note of all of them. Needless to say, the fae didn’t like it one bit. Although, he was rather graceful with how he carried his possessiveness in public.

For example, from afar, Rollo’s intention to ask you to dance was obvious, at least to Malleus’s keen eyes. Without rushing, without needing to send any nasty looks to the school council’s president, Malleus approached you and asked you. Malleus placed his hand on his chest, where his heart should be, and gave a slight bow.

With Malleus’s princely charm, it was no surprise that your heart would beat faster at the sight. Almost dumbfounded, you grasped his hand. He took the lead during the ball dance, guiding your movements with swift and precise motions, his hand firm on the small of your back, and adoring eyes. Anyone would think he was beyond smitten.

The intricate pattern of his mask complemented his alluring, half-lidded eyes. The jade of the strategically placed jewels on his clothing was a fine detail you were keen on. Not to mention that tiny mesh window on his chest; you could appreciate the swells of his pecs—

“I think that dress suits you a lot too,” Malleus had caught your mind wandering. “You appear to be rather entranced by the jewel’s beauty,” You spotted his eyes shoot a quick glance towards your neck. “A necklace would look nice on you,” 

You swallowed, the onslaught of compliments flustering you. Or maybe you were embarrassed that Malleus took note of your prolonged, fixed gaze on him. Perhaps it was both.

As is customary for this type of dance, it was time to change dance partners. It was Rollo’s chance to offer his hand as he cleared his throat, but not without first sending a glare towards the taller fae.

“Those NRC boys must be difficult to deal with, are they not?”

“Well, no,” There were times when they could be challenging to deal with, but often they were fun to be with. There’s any time of boredom when hanging out with them, as each one came up with their silly antics. “They’re good classmates,”

“Good classmates?” Rollo seemed amused at your choice of words. “If that’s your definition of a good classmate, I don’t want to know what’s a bad classmate for you,” The snarky undertone of his words didn’t go unnoticed by you, as faint as it was in his tone.

The festive ball occurred with no major inconveniences, and everyone was having fun, but it was soon time to go back to your rooms, as your group still had some activities to attend to in the morning the next day. This will be a major event you will never forget.

You were getting ready to sleep, giving one final check on what you were going to wear the following morning, until someone knocked on your door. You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking who could be at this hour.

Your sight landed first on a broad chest; you craned your neck upwards, meeting Diasomnia’s housewarden intent observation.

“Malleus?” What business could the housewarden have with you at this hour? Was he coming here to reprimand you for your rude stare? You peeked behind him to see if he came with Silver or Sebek, but became rather surprised at the lack of his trusted bodyguards. “Uhm, is there something wrong?”

“Not at all. I wanted to check up on you,” Malleus placed his hand on his chin, thoughtful. “This day has been rather hectic, has it not? And you seemed quite disgruntled when dancing with Flamme,”

“Oh, that?” You laughed, both nervous and relieved. “It’s been a tiring day, that’s true—but fun, too. About Rollo, well, by the time I was dancing with him, I was already drained. Maybe that’s why I looked annoyed, I guess,”

You were too late to notice Malleus inching closer.

“Hm, is that so…” Malleus wasn’t convinced. “I’m not sure whether you’ve perceived it, but he looked invested in you. Furthermore, considering his attitude, I worried he might’ve been bothering you,”

“Not really. He was commenting about how I dealt with NRC students, and that’s it.”

His eyes trailed from your face to the damp tips of your hair. You had taken a quick bath before returning to your room. “It's a relief to know you're not troubled at all,”

“No worries, Malleus. Thanks for checking up on me.”

Your mind came to a stop when his hands reached out to the damp ends of your hair. You became aware of the shift in mood in that instant.

“It did bother me, however.”

Huh?

“What do you mean...?” You wanted to make sure you didn't mishear him or to clear up any confusion there could be.

“I reminisce about you being quite keen on the jewel on my chest,” He changed the topic. You began sweating a bit. “Or were you focused on something else? Mayhap...lower?”

Heat rose to your face. So, he did notice after all. Were you being too obvious? You wanted to bash your head against the nearest wall out of embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry—”

“Demanding an apology for something I did myself would make me a hypocrite,” His hand left your hair, and he traced his thumb on the juncture of your neck. "Your neck, I meant. I imagined other types of adornment for it,”

The heat. It intensified.

“Would you allow me to show you?” He continued.

Your eyes strayed away from his in preference of landing on his lips. You remembered his fangs—the striking size they had. It wouldn’t be the truth if you said you never fantasized about offering your neck for him to bite down on. Was he referring to adorning your neck with his marks?

“…I’d like that.”

With all the patience in the world, he guided you towards the bed and made you sit on his lap. With a solid grip, his arms circled around your waist and pulled you closer to kiss your neck on a specific area he was intending to mark soon.

At first, it tickled you, he was being gentle about it. You kept squirming on him, and your movements froze the moment he bit down; not hard enough to draw blood, just enough to leave the teeth indents on your skin.

He trailed his kisses from your neck towards your collarbone, pulling down the collar of your top. Without meaning to, your hands roamed around his chest, the palms of your hands pressing against his chest. It was nice to the touch and warmer than you expected.

Malleus, by accident, bit down harder than expected, which caused a chain reaction of you squeezing his pecs firmer than what you pretended to.

The prince pulled away, surprised. You didn’t realize what you did until you realized the positions your hands were in.

“Ah, so that’s what you were actually thinking about during the ball,” He chuckled, amused.

Whoever designed that attire for Malleus knew what they were doing with that little mesh window. Curse them.

You jolted when Malleus’s thumbs rubbed on your nipples through the thin fabric of your pajama’s top. Your little jump further ignited the fae’s curiosity, and he repeated the action. Taking note of your apparent enjoyment from that, one of his hands snaked underneath the top, his hand stopping on your chest and giving it a tentative squeeze.

Malleus became aware of your grinding, and if the lusty haze overcoming your eyes was anything to go by, he dared to finish bunching up your top over your tits and take one into his mouth.

Your hands didn’t move away from his chest, so you began caressing him there again. Was this warmth coming from your own body or his? It felt inviting, making you desire to embrace him and not let go. Your hands went lower, feeling the toned muscles, and soon, you slithered your hands under his clothes too.

The sound that came from his mouth when he gave one last suckle before pulling away from your tits made you sheepish, and you hid your face in his chest. Malleus found your reaction endearing, and he laughed softly, hugging you again.

“Don't hide yourself from me,” Rather than commanding, it was more akin to a plea. “There's nothing to be ashamed of,” Following what felt natural, he reciprocated your grinding by pushing his hips upwards, your clit stimulated by the movement.

Malleus was voracious about learning how to please you, and when he noticed you preferred backward and forward motions, he gripped you by the hips to aid you with that. On your own, you had maintained a moderate tempo; under his eagerness to bring you to an orgasm, it was fast.

Your breathing staggered, and your voice went weak as you tried to form words. “I-I'm going to cum,”

“Shh,” He kissed you. “You're going to wake up the others,”

Even though he attempted to silence you with his lips, a whine escaped you. Without meaning to, as you orgasmed, you bit on his bottom lip, earning yourself a groan from him.

Whatever patience remained was lost in that moment. With restraints lost, both of you bared your bodies to each other.

With teary eyes from the slight sting on your lip, which you had received almost right after from Malleus after you bit him, you left out a small ow.

“I apologize,” Malleus said, wiping the thin line of blood from your lip. “I lost control there for a moment. With how tempting you unraveled before me, I couldn’t hold back,” His tongue licked along your bottom lip again. “But you don't seem to hate it, or am I wrong?”

“Not wrong,” You admitted, and you kissed him again, this time more feverishly.

Malleus’s length was long and undeniably thick, with excessive precum pearling on his tip. In the sitting position, you were on his lap, and you more or less gauged that it reached your belly button.

You shifted your position, the head of his dick poked into your entrance, and you were allured into taking him in one go.

Despite your zeal to have it in one sitting, you knew something of that size needed to be done little by little. Inch by girthy inch.

You lowered yourself, and the tip prodded in. His hold on your waist became harder, and your fingernails were digging in just a bit further. Gripping the dragonfae by the shoulders, you relaxed your legs, and some more of him pushed inside. You came to an abrupt stop when you couldn't fit more in. The tip nudged against your cervix, after all.

You were breathing heavily, and Malleus was too. His chest heaved, and narrowed eyes fixed on you—about to ravish you.

Up and down, gently at first, you began getting used to his size. You started relaxing more, you could swear you were taking what you couldn't at first.

“I see you struggling to move,” the fae brushed away with his fingers, the strands of hair clinging to your face because of sweat. “Want me to lend a hand?”

Your thighs were hurting a bit, so you nodded.

Given how patient he had been, the fast pace he set left you breathless. Your body bounced with the force of his cadence, his stare boring into your vulnerable expressions and focusing on your hitched breaths.

Malleus was looking forward to Rollo’s reaction when he saw the multiple marks scattered across your neck and collarbone. Yet his favorites were the ones that would be hidden under your clothes, the ones on your chest. He was sure to leave more of those soon.

Your thoughts turned into mush, and if it weren’t for Malleus manhandling your hips, you would’ve stopped to catch your breath. Nearing your release, your hands slide down to rub your clit.

This action didn’t go unseen by him; Malleus was a fast learner, and by just taking note of where you wanted to be touched, he understood what his next move should be: use his thumb to play with your delicate nub.

You squealed from the pleasure, his fingers wet with your arousal. With firm, decisive strokes, you climaxed sooner than you were prepared, your pussy squeezing hard around him. The sight of you unraveling before him for a second time that same night, with your naked body clinging to him and your trembling frame, was enough for him to climax seconds later.

When he pulled out, a thick thread of cum clung to the head and dripped down to the base. You could feel the abundant amount of cum dripping from your overstimulated pussy; you never imagined faes could release that much…

“Is your body sore? Do you want me to take you to the bathroom?” The dense fog of lust dissipated enough, and the intimacy you shared solidified a thought. He was convinced: You’re the one for him.

“Yeah…” You managed to respond, still coming down from that climax.

Thanks to Malleus’s help, you both headed in the direction of the closest bathroom available.

A loud clang from the end of the hallway made you face in that direction, finding out who dropped the oil lamp to the floor.

None other than the president of Noble Bell College's School Council, who saw you and Malleus walk out of your room.

#twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader

[mysumeow]

malleus smut tomorrow

#if i didnt have to prepare for a ppt presentation it wouldve been today #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera

[mysumeow]

there's no way rollo is 178 cm/5'8 tall. this man gives angry short king vibes idk 😭

#/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. etcetera