#Lilia Smut

[etheries1015]

Imagining (18+ minors dni) giving Lilia head for the first time. His...FIRST, first time. I've written taking his virginity before -> HERE but I felt strongly compelled to write more on this topic for him. Sex starved 700 year old fae supremacy

He never thought it would have affected him this much, not until his hands were roughly gripping your hair and legs trembling as your tongue glided over the base of his cock to the tip. You kissed it gently and looked up to see Lilias face flushed, eyes squinted and lips parted. Shaky breaths escaped his lips along with low excitable groans as you engulfed his length in your mouth and began to bob your head on his cock.

Your tongue swirled around Lilias manhood with a hand coming up to assist in whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth. Simply thinking about your saliva creating a lubricant that left his cock covered in your fluids and his pre-cum left him turned on more, the beads of sweat lining his forehead and sweet moans eliciting from his mouth leaving you in the same state of arousal. He never knew that receiving oral would be as... Sensual as he was feeling.

"Ohhh fuck..." Lilia groaned with a pained expression on his face, his hands that were tangled in your hair pushed your head roughly on his cock, your eyes widening at the suddenness as warm liquid filled the back of your throat. Lilias legs shook with pleasure, tilting his head back at his release.

"Mmph!" You pulled your head back and started coughing, rubbing away a tears that pricked the side of your eyes from his rough handling. Shooting the fae a glare of sharp daggers, your anger quickly dissipated seeing him such a mess. His legs were still spread head tilted back, eyes looking through you with hearts in the middle and drool down his lips. Biting your bottom lip and unable to bring yourself to chastise the red eyed fae, you opted for teasing instead.

"You were being all smug before," you wiped your mouth and stood up, using a hand to push against Lilias bare chest as he allowed you to press his back against the sheets of the bed, "but that was pretty fast..." He turned his head away with an embarrassed huff, the typically suave and playful fae showing a side that you hadn't seen before.

"Give this old fae a break," he mumbled, "I hadn't much time between fighting a war and raising children to indulge in- ohhh.." His words slurred as you removed your underwear and began rubbing your own arousal against his. Biting down on his lower lip with a fang poking out, lustful red eyes looked at you with great anticipation. You chuckled at his eagerness, leaning down to capture his lips in yours.

"Then I suppose I'll just have to make up for lost time, won't I?"

[d-z20]

A Lesson in Witchcraft (NSFW)

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x Reader

Summary: You're studying under the most powerful divination witch on the continent—Lilia Calderu. What began as mentorship soon became something far more personal. But knowledge comes at a cost, and under Lilia’s guiding hand, you’re about to learn your most unforgettable lesson yet.

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Her methods of teaching you to concentrate on tarot turn out to be far more distracting and she ends up fucking you. Like a lot.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, top Lilia, hints of dom Lilia, plot gets abandoned for porn pretty quick, smidge of soft aftercare, R receives: praise, magic strap, breeding, overstimulation, fingering, oral, I think that's it but I could be wrong

Words: 3.2k

A/N: No body means no death 😤😤 requested fic

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The villa smelt of aged parchment and burning candles, a mixture that clung to the tapestries and books stacked in precarious piles around the room. The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows against the stone walls, as if whispering ancient secrets to those who knew how to listen. This was Lilia’s domain, her sanctuary, steeped in the echoes of centuries past.

In the moment she had thought would be her last, she had fallen—not onto the waiting swords and to certain death, but into the familiar embrace of her old coven’s residence in Sicily. It was then that she made a choice: no more running, no more denial. She would embrace her truth, her power. And in time, the world would know her name as the greatest divination witch on the continent.

And now, years later, you had sought her out. Desperate. Needing to understand the secrets only she could reveal.

“Tell me,” Lilia said, her voice rich and laced with amusement. “What do you see?”

You exhaled slowly, hands hovering over the tarot spread before you, trying to quiet the thrum of your pulse. The cards blurred under the weight of her gaze. You swallowed hard.

“Concentrate,” she chided, shifting in her seat. The movement was subtle but deliberate, the rustle of her robe revealing the barest glimpse of her thigh. “A divination witch must anticipate what’s to come.”

You bit your lip. You knew what she was doing. Lilia was testing more than just your magical ability—she was testing your control. She always did.

A shiver ran down your spine as she leaned forward, her fingers ghosting over yours. “If you were truly gifted, you’d know what I intend to do next,” she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

You clenched your fists, struggling to maintain focus. The air crackled with energy as Lilia traced patterns over your wrist, slow, deliberate. No magic bound you, and yet you could not move, rooted to the spot by nothing more than her.

The first touch was gentle—a brush of fingertips down your spine, a shift in the atmosphere that sent heat pooling in your core. Then came the control. Lilia’s presence pressing down on you like a weight, her will wrapping around you tighter than any spell ever could.

She started slow, dragging out each movement, each whisper against your skin. Every time you thought you had a moment to recover, she pushed you further.

Your arousal grew with each teasing touch and lingering glance. Heat curled in your stomach, spreading through your limbs like liquid fire. Your thighs clenched instinctively, already aching, already too aware of the way Lilia toyed with you—keeping you on edge without ever giving you what you so desperately needed. The anticipation itself was maddening, your body betraying you with every sharp inhale, every unconscious tilt of your hips seeking friction that wasn’t there.

"You should have foreseen this," she mused, her voice still poised, still so effortlessly composed. "A good witch always prepares."

Your breath had started to come in ragged gasps, your body trembling under her calculated pace. The tarot cards around you fluttered as if caught in an unseen breeze, the room thick with the scent of magic and something far more intoxicating.

Every nerve in your body felt alight, and your skin was hypersensitive to her every movement. The way her fingers ghosted along your collarbone sent shivers down your spine, the barest press of her nails against your thigh making your breath stutter. It was unbearable—this slow, torturous buildup. Every brush of her lips, every teasing stroke across your burning skin only made the ache between your legs more unbearable, the slickness pooling there undeniable.

Lilia smirked as she traced a lazy circle against the inside of your wrist, watching the way you twitched under her touch. "So responsive," she purred, more to herself than you. "You're practically trembling already."

She finally pulled away, leaving you breathless, your skin flushed with lingering heat. But she was far from finished. Reclining back into her chair, she extended a hand, beckoning you forward with nothing more than a commanding gaze.

"Come," she instructed, voice silk and steel. "Show me how much you've learnt."

Your legs barely held steady as you obeyed, every step reminding you just how wet you were. The evidence of your need slicked the insides of your thighs; the cool air against your heated skin only amplified the ache. The anticipation coiled tight in your stomach; the knowledge that she was watching your every movement made the fire in your veins burn even hotter.

It was only when you reached her that you saw it—her enchanted strap, shimmering faintly with magic, resting against her thigh. Lilia’s ringed fingers traced over the length of it, slow and deliberate, her nails raking just enough to make her shudder. A quiet, pleased sigh slipped past her lips, and for the briefest moment, she bit down on her lower lip, savouring the sensation.

You knew she could feel everything. Every stroke, every touch—it all translated back to her. The way her breathing hitched only made the ache between your legs worse; need coiling so tightly in your stomach it was almost unbearable.

Lilia’s dark eyes flickered up to meet yours, knowing and hungry. She gripped your waist as she guided you onto her lap, the heat of her body seeping into yours, her nails pressing into your skin just enough to keep you grounded. “Come now,” she purred. “I can already tell you’re ready for me.”

"Slowly," she murmured, hands firm yet coaxing as she helped you lower yourself onto her. The moment you sank down, a sharp gasp tore from your lips. You were so worked up, so utterly drenched, that the strap was already slick with your arousal, easing the stretch but doing nothing to dull the overwhelming sensation of being filled.

Lilia hummed in satisfaction, her fingers tightening around your waist as she felt the way you trembled in her grasp. "There... take your time," she encouraged, though the dark gleam in her eyes told you she was savouring every second of your struggle to adjust.

The stretch was overwhelming in the best way. Your walls fluttered around the intrusion, your body instinctively trying to draw her in deeper. The magic woven into the strap pulsed faintly, attuned to your every reaction, making the sensation all the more intoxicating. You swore you could feel her twitch inside you, the enchantment allowing her to share in your pleasure.

Lilia's smirk deepened as she watched you shudder, her grip firm as she guided you further onto her lap. "So eager," her voice was silk and steel. "And so very, very wet."

She didn’t rush you. She simply watched, her eyes half-lidded, absorbing every twitch, every soft gasp you couldn’t suppress. And when you were fully seated, she hummed in satisfaction, tightening her hold on your hips.

“Good,” she praised, her grip shifting as she guided you into motion. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up.”

You barely had a chance to adjust before she took control, lifting and lowering you with practiced ease. Each movement sent sparks through your entire body, pleasure mounting too quickly, too intensely. Your nails dug into her shoulders as she pushed you further, refusing to let you slow.

“Tell me, young one,” she purred, lips ghosting against your throat, “can you divine how many times I intend to make you cum?”

You couldn’t answer. Words failing you as the pleasure built impossibly high, your body surrendering to her guidance. She only chuckled, her grip tightening as she thrust up to meet you, pulling strangled moans from your lips.

Lilia was relentless. She drove you to the edge of an orgasm over and over, her name slipping from your tongue like a prayer. And when she finally allowed you to cum, it was nothing short of ruinous.

She held you close as the aftershocks wracked your body, her fingers tracing idle patterns over your sweat-slicked skin. But she wasn’t finished. Not yet.

She rolled her hips once more, drawing a sharp gasp from you. “We’re not done,” she reminded you, her voice wicked and indulgent. “You can take more.”

Lilia's words seeped into your blissed-out mind, thick with promise. Your body was already trembling; every inch of you hypersensitive to her touch, but she wasn’t offering mercy. She wanted more.

"Up," she instructed, voice velvet-dark, her hands guiding you as if you were no more than a doll in her grasp. Your legs barely cooperated as you lifted yourself off her lap, the motion making you shudder at just how wet you were and how slick the strap had become from your cum. Your thighs trembled as you stepped away, but Lilia didn’t let you go far.

"Over the table," she commanded.

You obeyed on instinct, pressing your hands against the ancient wood, the tarot cards scattered beneath your fingertips, their meanings lost in the haze of pleasure clouding your mind. The cool air kissed your heated skin, but it did nothing to soothe the ache.

Lilia took her time. She traced her fingers down your back, teasing over the curve of your ass before dipping lower, spreading your folds with deliberate intent. A sharp breath left you as she dragged her fingers through your slickness, humming in satisfaction.

"So eager," she mused, her tone almost thoughtful. "So sensitive."

You jolted when she shoved two fingers inside; the stretch so easy, so effortless after everything she had already done to you. Your body clenched around her as she thrust them deep, curling just right.

"L-Lilia—"

She hushed you, her other hand pressing against the small of your back, keeping you pinned as she worked you open with measured strokes. Each push sent you spiralling higher, your legs shaking beneath you, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

"You will cum again for me," she purred, her pace quickening, her fingers relentless.

It was impossible to resist. The pleasure slammed into you, violent in its intensity, your body locking up as your next climax tore through you. Your cries filled the dimly lit room, but Lilia wasn’t done.

As your body slumped forward, boneless, she withdrew her fingers, dragging the wetness over your inner thighs, marking you with it. And then, a new pressure—her strap pressing against your entrance once more, still slick with your combined arousal.

"One more," she said, voice dark with promise. "You can give me one more, can't you?"

Your only response was a desperate whimper as she pushed in, stretching you once more, filling you so completely that it sent fresh sparks of overstimulation coursing through your veins.

Lilia chuckled, hands firm on your hips. "Good girl."

Lilia didn’t hesitate. She pulled out and then thrust back in hard, burying herself to the hilt in one swift, punishing movement. The force of it sent you forward, your breath catching in a strangled moan as she filled you.

But this time, she wasn’t just toying with you—she was chasing her own pleasure.

Her grip on your waist tightened as she set a brutal pace, her hips slamming into yours with unrelenting force. Each thrust sent increasingly desperate arousal through you, your body twitching, struggling to keep up with the pleasure that had already wrung you dry.

And then her hand slid lower.

Her fingers—cool, adorned with heavy rings—pressed against swollen clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made you jerk in her grasp. The sensation was too much, too intense, and yet you keened at the contact, pushing back into her touch.

"Lilia—your rings," you gasped, barely able to form words between the relentless rhythm of her hips and the exquisite pressure of her fingers. "They feel so good."

She chuckled darkly, dragging her fingertips over you with teasing precision. "Do they now?"

The contrast of the metal against your overheated skin sent a shiver through you, amplifying every sensation until you were practically sobbing for relief. Lilia only hummed, stroking you with slow, knowing circles as she pounded into you, her own breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You were made for this," she whispered, her voice tight and controlled, though her rhythm was faltering, growing more erratic.

Then, with a deep, low moan, her hips stilled against yours. She pressed in as deep as she could go, her grip turning bruising as she came inside you, the strap pulsing in tandem with her climax. The sensation had you whimpering, your body locking up at the heat that filled you.

She stayed like that for a moment, catching her breath and letting the pleasure wash over her. But she still wasn’t done.

"On your back," she commanded, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Your limbs felt like liquid, barely able to function, but you obeyed. With a soft gasp, you turned onto your back, legs dangling off the side of the table, tarot cards now forgotten beneath you. The room spun with the force of your own exhaustion, but then Lilia was between your legs again.

She pressed a kiss to your trembling inner thigh before dragging her tongue over your pussy, lapping up the mess she had left behind. The sensation had you arching off the table, your hands grasping at the air for something—anything—to ground you.

"Lilia—" you choked, a sob ripping from your throat as she sucked at your sensitive clit, her tongue flicking against it with ruthless intent.

There was no escaping it. You were already too sensitive, too raw, and the moment her mouth sealed around you, another orgasm crashed over you without warning. Your body tensed, legs trembling violently as you came again, your cries echoing through the room.

But Lilia didn’t let up. She took in every drop, drinking in your pleasure like it was the finest wine, her grip firm on your thighs to keep you still as she worked you through your release.

And then—one last time.

She pulled away, her lips glistening, her eyes dark with hunger as she stood. The strap between her legs twitched with renewed magic, still ready, still insatiable.

"One more, just one more," she insisted, dragging you upright and pulling you flush against her. "I want to feel you shatter for me again."

A breathless, wrecked laugh escaped you. “That’s what you said last time,” you managed to protest, your body still trembling, nerves alight with exhaustion and oversensitivity.

Lilia only smirked, utterly unmoved. She brushed a damp curl away from her face before she turned you over and bent you back down against the table.

“You can give me one more,” she murmured, her voice thick with promise. “I know you can.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before she was inside you once more, filling you to the hilt in one swift motion. A cry tore from your throat at the stretch, the wet slapping sound of your bodies meeting nearly obscene in the quiet of the room.

At first, her thrusts were deep and slow, forcing you to feel every inch of her inside you. But as soon as she felt your body respond—felt the way you clenched down around her despite your protests—her pace shifted to be rough and unforgiving.

Your overstimulated body had no resistance left. The moment she angled her thrusts just right, pleasure speared through you like lightning, raw and all-consuming. Your climax tore through you with a force that left you gasping, clawing at her back, your entire body clenching around her in desperate waves.

Lilia groaned, her grip bruising on your hips as she buried herself deep, chasing her own release. A guttural moan escaped her as she spilled inside you once more, her hips stilling for just a moment as she let the aftershocks wash over her.

She didn’t pull away immediately. She stayed pressed against you, her breath ghosting over your skin, her fingers tracing slow, idle patterns over your trembling thighs.

Lilia's gaze lingered on you for a long moment, amusement dancing in her dark eyes as she traced her fingers along your jaw. Then, with a slight tilt of her head, she gave her next command.

"On your knees," she spoke, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Clean me up properly."

Your limbs were weak, trembling from the relentless pleasure she had wrung from you, but you obeyed without hesitation. Lowering yourself before her, you grasped her thighs for support, your breath ghosting over her strap, now covered with a mix of both of your cum.

Lilia let out a pleased hum as you took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it before sinking down further. The taste was intoxicating, a mix of everything she had given you.

"Just like that," she praised, threading her fingers through your hair, her grip tightening as she guided your movements. "Such a fast learner."

You hollowed your cheeks, taking more, bobbing your head at the pace she set. Her fingers curled at the back of your skull, her hips rolling forward ever so slightly, pushing deeper into your mouth. The strap twitched against your tongue, carrying the echoes of her pleasure.

A sharp inhale and then a moan.

"You're being so good for me," she hummed, her voice unravelling as she thrust just a bit deeper. "Now, swallow every drop."

You barely had time to prepare before she came once more, herf cum spilling onto your tongue, thick and warm. The sensation alone made your core throb with residual need. You swallowed obediently, not letting a single drop go to waste, your throat flexing around her as she let out a shuddering sigh of satisfaction.

Finally, Lilia loosened her grip, her fingers stroking over your hair in silent approval. She helped lift you to your feet, steadying your shaking form before guiding you toward the chaise lounge in the corner of the dimly lit room.

"Rest, young one," she said gently, draping her coat—rich in golden embroidery and worn with the weight of years—over your shoulders. The fabric smelt like her, like incense and old books, like the very essence of magic itself. You melted into its warmth, exhaling softly as she settled beside you.

Her fingers ghosted over your forehead, brushing damp strands of hair away with unexpected tenderness. It was a stark contrast to the way she had just ravaged you, and yet it felt just as intoxicating.

Then, without a word, she reached for the deck of tarot cards still scattered across the nearby table. With practiced ease, she shuffled, then drew a single card, turning it toward you.

The Page of Pentacles.

Lilia’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

"How fitting," she mused, tapping the card lightly. "A symbol of knowledge... of boundless potential. Of someone eager to learn, grow, and carve their own path."

She tilted your chin up, dark eyes locking onto yours with quiet pride.

"And I believe, my dear apprentice, that you will do just that."

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My only hope is that Patti LuPone would approve of this fic

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[dreamofjoys]

TWST 3rd years reacting to seeing a nude photo of yours in their locker

cw: fem reader, nudes, dirty thoughts

It was suppose to be a normal school day, just him strolling down the corridor, going to his locker to retrieve his study materials. He expects to be greeted by a bunch of books, not an explicit photo of you in mating press position, displaying your bare cunt while your lusty eyes stares back at him, seducing him through the frames. On the bottom of the picture was written “Miss you, please come and visit me soon ❤️ - S/O”

Slams his locker shut the moment he sees that picture. Heck, he probably didn’t even manage to read the message at the bottom. He looks left and right, making sure that no students are around before slowly opening his locker again, peeking through the narrow space just to confirm if that’s indeed your picture. Yup, it’s yours. Why is it even there in the first place?! It was then the bottom message caught his eyes. He sighed so loud that you can already imagine him doing that when you sneakily place the photo in his locker. Checking again to make sure that no one is around, he folds the photo inside his locker twice, before placing it into the inner pockets of his uniform. He then calls you, lightly reprimands you for your tricks. What if someone sees it huh?! You would be in trouble. Don’t give him heart attack!

- Trey Clover, Vil Schoenheit

He screams out loud, attracting everyone’s attention. A few of his dorm mates actually rushed to him, asking him what happen. That’s when he thanks god for his reflexes as he slam his locker shut, nervously laughing it off as a joke. “A-ah, someone just played a prank on me!” In his defence, he wasn’t exactly lying. He waits till the crowd clears before hurriedly opening his locker, grabbing that photo and slipping it to his pocket before running to the toilet and lock himself in the cubicle. He takes out the photo, examining the details of it carefully. Damn, you actually look good. The next thing you know, he’s spam texting you the whole details about what just happened.

- Cater Diamond, Idia Shroud

He is actually really smug about it. Unlike the others who are so preoccupied in making sure that no one sees it, this guy would just take the photo and publicly ogle at it. Hm, that cunt of yours look so tight, when was the last time he stretched you out? Endless thoughts of what he is going to do to you is already streaming into his mind. If someone happens to approach him, he just narrows his eyes and glare at them, signalling them to fuck off. Of course, he wouldn’t let anyone see you in this state, it’s a sight meant for him only. The little him is already poking hard in his pants. Guess he will be busy visiting tonight.

- Leona Kingscholar, Rook Hunt, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge

[yaemikobbg]

General Lilia Vanrouge NSFW hc

WARNING NSFW CONTENT AHEAD IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS TOPIC PLEASE SCROLL

He is rough as HELL

He is almost always stressed due to his duties so you are his stress reliever

If you pull his hair he will go faster

He can go MANY and I mean MANY rounds

If you think your getting a break you are wrong

He has stamina for DAYS

He will degrade you so much omg

He will pull you into the forest or into a secluded area if he gets in the mood while he’s working

He gets so jealous so easily so what’s a better punishment than making you scream in the forest?

He bites HARD

One time you thought he tried to rip your arm off because he bit you so hard

He will give you some aftercare but just don’t mention it around anybody because he won’t be happy about it

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!heartslabyul!reader, established relationship, biting, blood, marking ( all consensual ), lilia is a tease, groping ( clothes on ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-one [ lilia vanrouge + marking ] // two of three very special kinktober fics for very special people in my life 💚 @stellarmagu 🥺 thank you for being the bestie !!!

because Lilia has a marking kink he loves to sink his sharpened fangs into your neck, or drag them in jagged lines over your clavicle. he could write his name with the tip of his tooth, daubing it ever-so-gently in your crimson ink. and it feels good— much too good.

“I have to get back to the dorm…” you breathe out, but make no attempt to move away from him. tucked away in a darkened nook, you can hear your dormmates talking amongst themselves as they head to the hall of mirrors. Trey and Cater’s voices ring out to you, and your face is on fire with a heated blush. if only they knew what position you found yourself in, right on the other side of the wall. “I’m going to be late…”

“You most certainly will. Your Housewarden likes to dole out punishments for everything, I assume tardiness is no exception.” Lilia murmurs, his velvety words muffled against the heat of your flesh. “Hm, speaking of… I wonder what punishment Rosehearts would conjure up if he were to see you like this. Needy and squirmy, being touched all over, kehehe…”

you roll your eyes, but you can’t help it that Lilia’s breathy, little chuckle close to your ear always sends a shiver down your spine.

“You enjoy the idea of me being punished just a little too much.”

you mewl, because Lilia bites a fresh section on your collarbone— one deliberately higher than the last, and you suck in a breath. “I won’t be able to cover that one up…” it was almost a whine, but you smile afterwards, “you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Lilia chuckles again, kissing the two, stinging pin-pricks. he couldn’t deny it, even if he wanted to ( which he didn’t ). “I don’t know why you cover them in the first place,” Lilia teases, his smirk tinted with rubies. “Especially not because you get so wet when I leave them on your sugary-sweet skin. Why not wear them like trophies? Your awards for being such a deliciously good girl.”

svelte, dastardly fingers slip beneath your uniform skirt and Lilia presses two firm pads against your damp panties as if to prove his point, rubbing the lingerie against your core until you let out a breathless whimper.

“So you’ll make me show them off? Bite where I can’t possibly cover them, and let all of Nightraven see how you own me, Lilia Vanrouge?”

Lilia grins deviously, pulling back to press his lips to yours. your eyelids flit at the metallic taste of your blood on his lips, and coating his tongue as he flicks at your couplet, his voice warm and rumbling, breath tickling your countenance. “I would never make you, my dear. That would make me a villain. But, encouraging… I suppose I am encouraging you to wear your marks out where everyone can see whose mouth has been all over you. After all, what is the fun in signing your name if no one gets to marvel at the penmanship?”

[the-queen-of-cups1500]

Here's the smut I've promised.. Lilia x reader.. erm contains facesitting (?) Lilia referring to herself as mama, (Avis Amberg be damned now I can't live without it) and the reader is a bit of a brat, or a dom?.. it's unclear ..this is very self indulgent, but I hope you like it too

Lilia leaned back her tussled grey curls created almost a halo around her head as she pressed against the cushion, she was reading. Her pants had been long forgotten on the floor as you sat between her legs, head buried there. The room was quiet and calm, faint music playing from Lilia's record player.

Soft groans escaped Lilia's lips as she turned to the next page of her book, she ground against your face which only cause you to sink your nails into her thigh.. not enough to hurt of course. Slow, lazy.. practically hedonistic, that's was simply how it was between you and Lilia.

Lilia's chest rose with each breath "..Enjoying yourself?-" she chuckled as you moved to look up at her, your tongue giving attention to her clit, it made Lilia's breath hitch as she gripped the edge of her book, you had been at this for hours- teasing her. Lilia set her book aside and placed her hand on top of your head.. encouraging you to finish what you've started.

Lilia rolled her hips against your face as you sucked on her clit "..Such a tease-" she was cut off by you pressing two fingers inside her, she gasped her back arching.. her gasp soon settled into a chuckle "..That's it baby- make mama cum."

Lilia was close- so God damn close.. and then you leaned back, taking your fingers out of her and licking them clean. Your face was a mess, not to mention your grin.. Seeing Lilia squirm and whine, it made something inside you coil..

Lilia huffed "..I can get myself off, you know." she let one of her legs slip off your shoulder.. spreading her legs, hoping it might entice you to come back..

You kissed the inside of the thigh still on your shoulder "..Oh but you prefer it when I bring you over the edge, don't you?" You lick Lilia's juices off of your lips

Lilia had to force herself to look away, she sighed.. she knew exactly what you wanted "..Please-.." Her breath shuttered a bit "...Don't you want to make mama feel good?- I.. want to cum, I need it-"

Lilia had looked down at you with those sweet brown eyes of her, well.. you couldn't say no, but you were going to make her cum on your own terms, make her cum with just your tongue. Your head dipped back down between Lilia's legs, lifting her hips.

Lilia gasped and gripped the edge of the couch as you started tongue-fucking her "..Oh fuck, baby-" she threw her head back, making a mess of her curls..

You made Lilia moan, you made her feel like this, you held the power, and with time you made her cum with just your tongue.. bringing the older woman to her climax with a hunger. Her nails ran up your back till she could settle. Her thighs practically crushing your head, keeping you there.

You sat back up, panting.. face glisteningly wet in the light of the candles around Lilia's room.. Lilia looked down at you with a smirk.

"..Your turn."

[agirlnamedstar]

WARNINGS: uhhmnrmmwmw bitingggg!!! Lilia is a warning in itself tbh, suggestive language!

“Please Lilia…”

“Please, what?” He mused, ceasing his assault as he came up to your ear.

“Come on, pretty girl, you’ve gotta tell me what you want..”

“You’re so mean…” you mumbled, your nails attempting to dig into the desk.

“You love it and you know it.” He responded, going back to sucking dark purple marks onto your neck.

“…please bite me, Lilia. Please..” you mumbled, sick of his torture.

“What was that? I didn’t quite get that.”

“Please Lilia, bite me…mark me up, make me yours, I don’t care anymore!!”

He complied, finally giving you what you wanted. What you’ve needed for days, weeks even. He bit the crook of your neck hard, and in response you arched your back and let out a loud, whorish moan. You took yourself off-guard, making you slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself down.

Lilia tsked at this, taking one of his hands and grabbing yours, pinning them down behind your back. You were now completely at his mercy.

“Don’t hide your sweet little sounds, pretty girl. No one’s here, no one’s gonna hear how loud you are for me.” He smirked against your neck before chomping down again, sucking hard as he ground his hips into your ass.

You could feel how hard he was for you. How he was straining against his pants as he continued his assault on your neck. You bit your lip, attempting to keep yourself at least a little bit quieter.

“Just because no one’s here doesn’t mean it isn’t embarrassing..” you mumbled, grinding your ass back against him.

You heard him let out a breathy moan, briefly letting go of your neck as he rutted against you harder.

“I don’t think it’s embarrassing. I think it’s-mmh-sooo fucking hot to hear how much you want me. How needy you are just from me biting you a lil bit.” He said, letting go of your hands as he spun you around.

You were now face-to-face. Lilia watched as you panted, growing harder-if that was even possible-at the sight of you covered in his marks. He leaned down to lick the numerous bite marks, soothing them as you whimpered in return.

“I bet you are so wet right now. All needy just for me, huh? Right, baby?” He teased between licks, now grinding his bulge against your thigh.

“Lilia…please…”

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This is all I could bring myself to write before I got embarrassed ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ !! Maybe smut writing isn’t for me T-T!!

[angelsrcute]

Hello!

Could I request Lilia intentionally accidentally putting aphrodisiac into his S/O's drink, and making her beg for him to fuck her?

And then the d. Hehehehahahah

LOVE POTION ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ genre — smut ! ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ parings — Lilia w fem!reader ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ warnings —praises, biting, creampie, aphrodisiac use.

You had been invited to diasomnia for a party, you chose your best outfit and went there. You noticed Lilia coming to you and talking to you, he asked if you wanted something to drink. You nodded, feeling a bit thirsty.

The vampire disappeared into the crowd and came back soon, handing you your drink.

After some time you started feeling hot in your lower region, Lilia seemed to notice that, of course, it's supposed to be working, the aphrodisiac!He lets out his usual laugh and asks, “Prefect, are you feeling unwell? you can rest in one of our rooms.”

He led you to the guest room, his eyes full of amusement when you start breathing heavily and your cheeks flush.

“Do you need some help, prefect?” He asks, acting oblivious.

“Hah…please– Lilia, fuck me, it's too hot..”

And that's how it came to this.

His hips snapping into yours while your nails dig into his back. He bites your neck lightly, sucking on the skin. “It's gonna be okay, I promise I won't come inside.” He coos, he bites one of your nipples while his other hand rubs soothing circles on your clit. “You look so cute like this, darling.”

He feels your gummy walls squeeze his dick, indicating that you're close. A wave of pleasure washes you as you gush around him, white rings forming around his dick.

He peppers kisses on your face, your mind still hazy, his dick twitches as he pulls out and comes on your stomach. He collapses on you, catching his breath.

“Wanna go round two, prefect?” He whispers as he looks at you with a mischievous smile.

[bigassmoth]

Personally I think younger Lilia would be a more gentle lover than older Lilia. Hot pink gamer grandpa Lilia has more experience and patience so he feels comfortable going harder in bed. He also has a variety of kinks that have developed with time and age- for example he likes to use toys.

As a general lilia was high stress and it is more enjoyable for him to have soft sex. Hes already having to yell and attack and dominate all day. At night he enjoys being able to softly speak and have your attention and obedience. I think fighting for dominance would just make him frustrated.

Older lilia enjoys pushing your limits and sexually training you. Younger lilia enjoys being spoiled without surprises. He gives soft orders which you follow without fuss. "Remove your clothing and sit on my thigh...good, rock back and forth. Yes, just like that. Keep going, I will touch you properly soon enough."

Older lilia would probably slyly invite you into his lap or just pin you down and force his leg in between your thighs. He wants to have fun and excitement in the bedroom. General lilia wanted relaxation and security in the bedroom bc he struggled to be vulnerable outside it

Ofc on his more stressful days lilia will revert back to his general self. Giving you soft spoken commands and rewarding your compliance.

[quantum1mmortality]

Yeah, BOO!! Twst men kinks and shit idk

another writers block blurb LMAO

My one coworker bought me ice cream in exchange for a shenhe smut so I'm trying to get done the floyd smut im working on so I can get that to her </3 here's some filler so you guys don't go starving waiting for content

Cw!!! Fem reader, so much filth

NO ORTHO.

Two disclaimers this time: SOME OF THESE MY INCLUDE SAM AND CREWEL, WHEN THEY DO, READER IS NOT YUU FOR THEM. also not proofread teehee

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Loves doing it in public. The fear of you guys getting caught while also having everyone know that you're his turns him on to no extent. He'll be thrusting into you at such a high speed, hand over you mouth as he whispers things in your ear, "someone may hear us, you may wanna keep it down." He says that with the CHEEKIEST grin on his face, he KNOWS how much you're struggling 😭😭

♧Cater, lilia, leona, rook(?), floyd, jade, Sam(would do it in his store)♧

Really like soft, sensual sex. Views it more as "love making", as he puts it. Will be rough if you want him to, but would never hit you. It may be hard for him to be rough at first, give him time. But back to the love making thing, he just can't get enough of you. He loves missionary because he can see all of you, having you in such a vulnerable position and having you let him do this to you makes him feel so trusted. He'll be going at a fast enough pace. Telling you how much he loves you, how much he wants you and how he wishes he could stay like this forever. Seriously the bestest men ever.

♧trey, malleus, silver, azul, riddle, jamil, kalim, jack, deuce,♧

So in love with you he'd try anything you want. Wanna tie him up? He's okay with that. Blindfolds? Who needs to see anyway. Wanna piss in his mouth? He thinks about it for a minute, but decides he'd gladly be your trashcan. In a way, all he wants to do is please you, he wants you to pleasure yourself on him so bad he'd do anything for that to become a reality.

♧kalim, sebek, malleus, ROOK, ruggie(only if you give him donuts), deuce, riddle, azul♧

Possessive sex x10. Would see you with another man and would get so anxious you may leave him. Too much of a baby back bitch to talk to you directly about it so he takes his frustration out by fucking you really hard. Says he's sorry later and tries to talk about it later but he's too shy.

♧just idia♧

SOOOOOO into breeding. Literally so inlove with how his cum drips put of you once he's done. Can't wait until you guys are older that way you guys can actually make a family. Seriously in love with the mating press position and hearing his balls slap on your ass when he's fucking you so hard.

♧malleus, leona, rook, vil, trey, cater, jack, crewel, azul, jade, floyd, jamilly willy♧

Wouldn't mind fucking you infront of a crowd. Not the same as fucking you in public, I mean like ACTUALLY fucking you in front of a crowd. Having hundreds of people watch the two of you express your love to eachother turns him on, he'd really like to do it but wouldn't wanna overstep your boundaries.

♧malleus, kalim, vil, leona, lilia but specifically general lilia♧

Really loves foreplay and can get off just by mouth fucking you. It turns him on knowing how easily you can get overstimulated from his mouth or fingers. He never expects anything in return, and he usually does it after you have a bad day (with consent ofc) so you can unwind more easily. Always runs a nice warm bath after <3

♧malleus (does want something in return sometimes but would never force you), trey, cater, ace, deuce, leona, silver floyd, jamil, rook♧

Kind of on the same page as the last one, LOVES having you sit on his face. Holds you down by your thighs and eats you out for hours on end. Definitely the type of guy to grab you by your waist, one hand rubbing your clit as he bounces you up and down on his tongue. Looks cutely fucked out when he's done.

♧ughhhhhh everyone bc yes <3♧

Uses lots of pet names during sex, will call you things like "darling","beloved","princess", idk may call you schnookums. Type of guy to call you all of these in one breath.

♧leona, rook, vil, floyd, lilia♧

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A/n: might make a part two idk lololilol

[etheries1015]

HHEHDHSHDHABDJWHDH

Imagine general Lilia when he's deep inside u, your eyes rolling the back of your head, panting, sweating, and moaning helplessly under his gaze. He grabs your wrists and pulls your arms while he fucks into you relentlessly, And when you cum so hard (or squirt) you're moaning his name loudly with uncontrollable trembling of your legs and he says this to u:

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHEHHEHEHEHE WITH THAT FACE TOO. THAT EXACT FACE. IM SCREAMING. HES SO HOT. SO MUCH SMUT POTENTIAL WITH SUCH LITTLE WORDS.

[malleusfucker]

general lilia kinks & headcanons

lilia fuckers we rise because chapter 4 came out and i never wanted to clap a man’s cheeks so hard WE ARE SO BACK *edit* currently writing a malleus fic so look out for it!! warnings: smut/nsfw, overstimulation, biting/bleeding, spanking, oral (receiving), asshole lilia (we all cheered), reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified words: 700+

let’s get one thing straight, the main difference between lilia now and general lilia is that general lilia is an asshole who won’t hesitate to whoop your ass back into your place. unlike the kind and eccentric caregiver we know, this version couldn't be more of the opposite.

overstimulation ~ nothing gets lilia off more than when he sees your spent figure sprawled out in front of him, your face contorted as the sound of your pleas and whines echo in his ears all through the night. when he decides to overstimulate you, he's not kind, nor is the same while you're in bed with him. as befits a general of his stature, he will be nothing short of merciless in his treatment of you. using all types of tricks on you, lilia wants to explore how many ways he can make you cum with a single wave of his finger. as the tears cascade down your cheeks, you find yourself desperately begging him to stop even though his touch has yet even to grace your skin. crawling towards your legs, demanding you to wipe your pathetic expression on your faceーhe won’t stop until he’s satisfied enough to finally use his own body to further ruin you. and when he decides to do so, he’ll only want to prove that he can do all the same with the skills of his fingers and tongue.

biting ~ while not of the possessive nature, that doesn’t mean lilia won’t be flamboyant with his display as he sinks his fangs into you. big, bruised marks scattering your body on a constant basis, with one fading only to be replaced by another a moment after. flashy and dramatic can only describe how he bites youーletting his teeth sit in your skin as he watches the blood trickle down your curves. it’s painful, and if he’s feeling particularly lenient, he’ll lap up each drop that seeps out of you before carefully kissing each cut he left behind. don't fool yourself into thinking he'll be generous enough to lay those marks on places hidden from the public eye; rather, it’s the opposite, with your neck always being his favourite spot to snack on. not even having to deny that he was, in fact, the one who did it to you, with his reputation always surpassing you and being used to his advantage.

oral ~ even in the days of being a general, lilia was no stranger to experience. if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’ll be how he ties you to the bed, spreading you open with his fingers as he lays his deft tongue upon your aching folds. seconds pass, and you feel yourself already succumbing to the skills of his tongue, making a mess of his sheets that only spurs him on to have your body shaking even more. cold and cruel, lilia won’t let you touch him as he works his magic on youーyour ankles bound to each corner of the bed; he forces you to feel only his tongue as each orgasm blends into the next.

degrading ~ not only a tease but a cruel one at that. feeling the heat on your face and between your legs spread as he continues to demean you with his words. he takes far too much delight in abusing and calling you names, pushing you to embarrass and shame yourself for his own sick enjoyment. slapping and spanking your thighs, brutally digging his claws into your skinーeach hit is accompanied by a cascade of cutting words, etching themselves into your mind until the morning after. he’s arrogant and knows it, only continuing to display this cold front as he immediately sensed it turned you on just as much.

hate sex ~ on particularly rough days on the battlefield, he won’t take lightly not getting what he wantsーto satisfy himself after a long day of stress. if you happen to feel just as frustrated as him on that day, he won’t hesitate to shut you up and take what he wants from you. with your face buried into the pillows and your hands tied by the straps of his uniform, his ruthlessness only increases tenfold. gagging you so he doesn’t have to endure the abuse you reflect onto him; each thrust and slam of his hips filled with malice.

can't believe this short little fruit got me off of my writer's block i'll hopefully be writing some more shit now

[ruggieswife]

I need help looking for a Twisted Wonderland smut headcanons/fic that I read a while back. I remember it was the reader buying a dildo that is supposed to have magic so it takes the shape of the person you have feelings for but what the reader doesn't know is it is also magically connected to the twst guys. IT WAS SO GOOD I WANNA READ IT AGAIN!!! T_T

Someone helped me find it!!! Click here for the link

[yaemikobbg]

hello!! is it alright if i request smth nsfw for lilia? let's say that reader is a fae like lilia, and a few years after they found little silver lilia just gets hit with a massive baby fever and gets reallyy horny (∩_∩) i love your works btw!!

FUCK YES

Lilia Vanrouge x fae reader

Warnings: breeding kink, biting, rough sex, not proofread

Babies were really never a talk between the two of you since Lilia had expressed how much he hates children. But when Lilia found a crying child in his cradle something felt different. As the days went on with your pretty much newborn you and Lilia had begun hinting the fact to each other that you want your own. Lilia would put his hands over your stomach as you were holding baby Silver and when Lilia was holding baby Silver you would always look at him with a kind of want in your eyes. He noticed this and the idea tore him to pieces on whether or not he should ask you about it. He knew you both wanted it but the question was were you both prepared. You both already had Malleus and Silver to take care of even though Malleus was on and off due to the Senate.

Lilia had dropped Silver off at Sebek’s home and he decided that he did in fact want a baby with you. He walked into your shared bedroom and he sat next to you on the bed. “Dearest, I know we have both been thinking about having a baby lately.” His eyes had a glint of lust in them as he looked at you which told you exactly what he wanted. You nodded at what he said and he took this opportunity to kiss you as he pinned you down on the bed. This was nothing new to either of you but this time you weren’t using protection.

He was a little eager to pull both yours and his clothes off. He pulled back looking you up and down with that damn grin on his face.

It didn’t take too long for you to be a mess under him as he was pounding you full of his cum. He knew exactly how you liked it and he was being a giver today. You had countless bite marks on yourself as Lilia still added more. He would go in between looking you dead in the eyes biting you and kissing you. “Kufufu, darling you look so cute under me. But your stomach will even cuter once you’re swollen with my child. Wouldn’t you like that?” He teased you and you nodded your head rapidly unable to keep track of how many times you’ve cum. The bed sheets were fucking ruined already from the both of you. He enjoyed it though. He put you in as many positions as possible to see which one he could fill you up the most in. He adores watching you squirm and moan under him when you try and speak but simply can’t. He learned that his favorites by far were doggy style, mating press, and missionary.

Safe to say that a couple weeks later you were indeed pregnant with a child. Of course Lilia kept doing it over and over again every damn night until that test said positive.

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[the-underlandd]

Thinkgn about pegging lilia 😞 like I need to blow that old man’s back out IMMEDIATELY

🦇 nonnie you don’t understand how healing this request was after *gulps* … other ones

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I’m under the impression that Lilia has done just about everything once in his ancient lifespan. But with pegging.. I don’t know if he’s done that before. Like did they have this concept back in dinosaur times..?

He’d be a little giddy bat about it either way because it’s with you <3

I see him either being bent over the side of the bed or completely on the bed with the whole pillow propping up the hips set up. Either way just perfectly presents the little pasty ass… ass. He would stretch his arms out like a cat and look back at you over his shoulder as if to tease you into starting already.

Mans bites. No matter what. Since you’re not accessible to him.. hope you don’t value your pillows too much. Lilia is absolutely living throughout this whole experience. He’s moaning and groaning and.. giggling. Maybe it was a little off putting at first, but when you hit a certain spot, he giggles like he’s high. When you’re all done, he rolls onto his back and looks up at you. Little guy is in ecstasy.

“Maybe one of these times I’ll magic you a real one~ khehehe~”

[fonksfvcks]

Hear me out on General Lilia please guys I can't I need him aaaa

i need general lilia buried so far deep in my guts that his cock scrambles my insides AND my brain. bonus points if he degrades me and/or chokes me and/or holds his weapon to my neck