#he would wish to be a pure fae

[3rdgymbros]

━ 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 !

— pairing; malleus draconia x ramshackle! reader

— summary; you throw rocks at his window, malleus thinks you've come for a midnight rendezvous

— notes; idk what this is, it just came to me in a fever dream. please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It’s late at night, and you’re just about ready to call it a night and head to bed. But then you suddenly think: is there any History of Magic homework?

❋ For a fleeting moment, you consider texting Ace and Deuce. But considering how terrible the subject is at holding their attentions — and yours — it would be a wasted effort.

❋ And so, you decide that the next best option would be to trek to the dorm of a fae prince in the dead of night, stand below his window, and proceed to throw rocks to get his attention.

❋ Because that’s obviously what any sane person would do.

❋ But in your defence, he lives in a tower, and this was the best way you could think of to get his attention.

❋ Ever the night owl, Malleus hasn’t turned in for the night just yet. In fact, he’s completely engrossed in a thick tome when you hurl the first pebble up at his window.

❋ The sound in the otherwise silent room startles him at first, but then he peeks out the window and sees you standing below with a handful of stones, your beautiful features perfectly illuminated by the moonlight.

❋ And his heart melts.

❋ Truly, his Child of Man never ceases to surprise him. No one has ever been so bold, so daring, so romantic as to venture all the way to Diasomnia for him. Throwing pebbles at his window in the dead of night? He’s read about this in Lilia’s novels!

❋ The Great Malleus Draconia, one of the most powerful mages in Twisted Wonderland, is now leaning on the windowsill, practically swooning.

❋ “How devoted,” he whispers to himself with a dreamy sigh, pushing open the window with a grand flourish, so that he might better take in the sight of his beloved.

❋ Meanwhile, you’re completely oblivious to his current train of thought. It’s freezing out here, and you just want a quick answer to your question before your fingers and toes fall off from the cold.

❋ “Malleus!” You whisper as quietly as you can, glancing nervously around as though you expect to see Sebek springing out at any moment to berate you for your transgressions. “Do we have any history homework?!”

❋ Silence.

❋ Malleus blinks once. Twice. He’s momentarily taken aback, but then realisation dawns. This casual question must surely be a clever way of hiding your true feelings! Ah, they’re shy about their affection . . . How adorable. He says, “We do not. But if you wished to see me, you need only summon me in the future.”

❋ “I literally just threw rocks at your window —”

❋ “It was lovely.”

❋ After that, Malleus starts to leave his window open every night, just in case you feel the urge to throw more rocks. He even enchants the area so the rocks won’t chip the glass . . . Purely a precaution for his beloved’s romantic tendencies.

[bookwormjust]

Child Curiosity (established relationship with Azriel, Nyx questioning)

The Inner Circle reunited as almost every week for their famous dinner, wasn't prepared for a little curious Illyrian boy Fae, who this night decided to ask questions and have what he wanted. Because who would said no to the little boy, big blue ethereal eyes blinking at you, red little puffy cheeks, little freckle on his baby skin, no one can ignore that and only can indulge the little boy curiosity with care and attention.

Our Nyx, ever persistent in his childlike curiosity, wriggled down from Rhysand’s lap and padded over to you, his little feet barely making a sound against the floor. Without hesitation, he climbed up into your lap, nestling against you with the innocent comfort of a child who adored you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he gazed up at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Can you give me a cousin?” Nyx asked, his voice soft and earnest, as if you had the power to grant his wish with a mere word. “Mama said babies come from females. So... can you make me a cousin soon, Auntie?”

The room fell into an amused silence again, but this time there was a different kind of weight to it—a tender, loving one. The quiet snickers and glances from the Inner Circle faded as they watched the interaction with fondness, understanding the pure innocence of Nyx’s question. Feyre’s eyes shimmered with warmth, and Rhysand had a playful but proud look in his gaze as he watched his son.

You glanced at Azriel, who was already watching you intently. There was a softness in his expression, his usual stoic mask slipping as he witnessed you with Nyx on your lap, looking so natural and loving. Azriel's hazel eyes held a mixture of tenderness and longing, as if the scene before him stirred something deep inside. 

You gently brushed a hand through Nyx’s hair, smiling down at him. “Oh, sweetheart,” you said softly, your voice filled with affection. “It’s not that simple. Babies take time, and your uncle Az and I need to be ready before we can think about giving you a cousin.”

Nyx’s little brows furrowed in confusion. “But why? I’m ready now!” His innocence was almost heart-wrenching, making everyone around the table smile with both amusement and sympathy.

Cassian, unable to resist, leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Looks like you’ve got a tough negotiator there, Az. Good luck explaining that one.”

Azriel chuckled softly, shaking his head as his shadows shifted in response to his relaxed mood. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze focused on both you and Nyx. “It’s not just about being ready, little one,” Azriel explained in his calm, soothing voice. “Your Auntie and I need to make sure everything is just right. We want to make sure any cousin we give you is as loved and cared for as you are.”

Nyx thought about that for a moment, looking between you and Azriel with the same intensity as if you were discussing the most important matter in the world. His small hand rested on your arm, his little fingers gripping onto you as he said, “I’ll take good care of them, I promise. I’ll share my toys and everything.”

At that, the entire table erupted into soft, warm laughter. Even Feyre, who had been watching quietly, smiled wider, brushing a tear from her eye as Rhysand squeezed her hand under the table. 

You couldn’t help but hug Nyx tighter, your heart swelling with the purity of his words. “I know you would, Nyx,” you whispered into his hair. “You’re going to be the best big cousin one day.”

Azriel leaned closer, his hand resting on your knee and his wings slightly flaring out in a protective, almost possessive gesture. “And when the time comes, Nyx, you’ll be the first to know,” Azriel added, his voice low but filled with an unspoken promise. 

Nyx beamed at that, completely content with your and Azriel’s answers. He stayed on your lap for the rest of the dinner, happily chatting with everyone while you shared a knowing smile with Azriel. The warmth of the Inner Circle surrounded you, and in that moment, with Nyx in your arms and Azriel’s hand in yours, you felt that whatever the future held, it would be filled with love, family, and a sense of belonging that went beyond words.

As the dinner went on, the soft smiles exchanged between you and Azriel carried a new kind of understanding—one of patience, love, and the quiet certainty that when the time was right, you would start the next chapter of your lives together.

[rayroseu]

You know what's sick as hell about the design of the Briar Senates??? It's that their design mirrors the weapon of the Draconias 😭✨

I know they're getting flak rn bcs they feel like "boomers who's against any progress because they value toxic tradition" but i don't really think they're like... entirely evil lol or the root of every bad thing that happened in Malleus'/Lilia's life (though im side eyeing them as one of the perpetrators still lol)

Tbh, removing them would also cause more harm (just some social issues inside the fae society tbh) than good imo, (I know many ppl say this bcs they think removing the Senates would make it possible for the peace between human and faes, but the thing is, the Senates aren't the only group that thinks this way, almost the entirety of Briar Valley does lol so forcibly removing them now would only come off as "Malleus forcing "human ideals" on the faes just because he has spent 4 years with the humans"(plus is the understanding between humans and faes truly achieved if you try to silence one group(even if that group is kinda disagreeable with anything human related lol), plus realistically the faes would trust their fellow faes first rather than some humans,

so for me, Briar Senates doesn't give off the vibe of toxic old people who drags others down in their toxic practices (while that can be an accurate description i feel like it generalizes too much about their behaviour), rather than that, Briar Senates feels more like thorns, like thorns that surrounds Briar Valley, they're not exactly harmful unless you go against them, but ultimately they're still protection for Briar Valley.

Which makes it fitting that their design has a similarity with the Draconia's weapon, they're the thorns that protects the Draconias, even if it means sheltering them.

And, tbh, if the Senates other job is to ensure Draconias lives, they're kinda doing a "decent job"??? If we can assume through Maleficia's (and Malleus' case), since we didnt hear about her leaving the Senate's side, she managed to survive for so long, unlike Meleanor😭 Also could explain why they're so enraged when Lilia arrived with the news that Meleanor died and why they hated the weak bcs what would weakness could protect JJDSJD Kinda wish their hatred against Lilia wasnt that he was a weak bat fae, but rather they doubled down on the fact he failed protecting Meleanor, imagine if Gen. Lilia wasnt as great in magic as the fae nobles were, yet he still managed to earn a position beside the Princess, all that hard work only to fail at the most crucial time, it wouldve make sense in the Senates' side to say, "Meleanor shouldnt have appointed him" (because "he's weak from the start")

oh additionally, this is just my assumption, bcs I felt like the way the Senates recoiled when Lilia hatched the egg was kinda... random?? so this is my made up reason lol Remember, the Senates were adamant that Maleficia should only be the one to hatch the egg because she's a Draconia, but Lilia did it and he's not a Draconia, What if because Lilia hatched the egg, it also affected the development of Malleus?? Like maybe for instance, it affected Malleus' lifespan, maybe he still lives more than one thousand years but he won't live for another thousand years like a pure Draconia because he's been hatched by Lilia as opposed to who they wanted it to be, which is Maleficia, OF COURSE Lilia hatching the egg is heaps better than Malleus dying before being born, but this is just my auto thoughts regarding the random hate reaction the Senates did when Lilia hatched Malleus lol

Interestingly, the placement of the stone of Draconia against the thorns (of the Senates) can also be hinted at their relationship with them??? In Meleanor's case, her stone is on top of the thorns, which may indicate that she's not under the Senate's commands or that its just telling she just lived distantly from the Senates, most importantly her stone is bigger than the thorns which may tell the fact that the Senates worships her because she's powerful and greater than them, and she's not someone who can be trapped/ordered around within the Senates. But, tragically, in Malleus' case, his stone is under the thorns, like its telling that he's under the Senates protection at all cost and his stone is little compared to Meleanor's because he's still young.

I also have a theory that the Senates are part of Briar Valley's land, like its been canonically said that they're the dead faes of Briarland, which makes think that their death is similar to the death of Conall from Maleficent 2, when Conall was buried, his body literally morphed to the land, which makes me think this is how the Senates used to be buried, when they die, they become one with the land, that's why you can't just remove them, when they are literally the Lands of Briar Valley,,,, get it lol

Though this is making me think that if this is the case then Maleficia's city,,, if the Senate's presence are the strongest there bcs that's where they're nearly buried, does that mean around Black Scale Castle is just lowkey a graveyard.... Is that why Halloween is special for Briar Valley bcs they have close ties/respect for the dead and Halloween is essentially about honoring the dead 😭✨

Off topic, but maybe the thorns part of the Draconia's staff may also tell about their age. Notice how Meleanor's staff has 3 twists which may tell that she's atleast 300~ years old, (if each twists signifies a century), while Malleus' staff only has one twist on its thorns which is accurate considering he's only 178 years old (one century).

If this is true, I'm kinda curious about Maleficia's staff... does that mean hers will be convered in thorns (she needs at least 7 twists (7 centuries~ and more) there on her staff 😭✨)

[etheries1015]

He finds you falling apart; in complete shambles, a sobbing mess.

Malleus

He isn't certain how to handle such strong emotions, he doesn't know what to do when he finds you sobbing in the garden. As the tears fall down your cheeks and you mutter apologies to the fae, All he can do is sit next to you and kindly offer his shoulder and words of comfort, waiting for you to calm down so he may ask what is causing your soul such misery.

He hopes you will communicate what it is he could do to assist you. If a hug is what you need, he shall provide. If silence is what you wish for, he will grant it as such. If you are in dire need of a distraction, he knows a place you will adore while he speaks about its history. He is not the type to simply assume what will help in this situation- he will awkwardly hover until you guide him to the best possible course of action.

You must expect to find new trinkets and shiny objects to come your way for the next week- he wants to make it abundantly clear he wishes for you to smile once more, and he hopes to achieve that by his little gifts.

"My dearest, what causes these tears to flow so heavy from your eyes? Whatever it may be, I shall be by your side and face it with you, for you needn't suffer alone. Now tell me, who do I need to confront for stealing your precious smile away from me?"

Lilia

Lilia had known the ins and outs of emotions fairly well. He could easily read people- you were no exception. He understands immediately if you need a hug, to be left in peace, or to be endlessly pampered. Upon hearing your painful wails of sorrow, he was quick to react.

Any attemps at apologizing to him for your sobs were fallen upon deaf ears. You were quickly chastised for those "sorrys" and were engulfed in his embrace, his hand stroking your hair or rubbing circles on your back gently with a tune of old escaping his lips. He had used this method for his inconsolable children in the past, and he found it just as effective for adults as well.

Even thanking the fae for being there for you was also quickly shut down. He insists that you need not thank or apologize to him for your tears, for you were important to him thus it was a requirement he be there in your time of misery. You felt comfortable talking to him about your woes, the red eyed fae listening intently whilst brewing you tea, setting up video games, or cooking you a meal (you didn't have much of the energy to reject this offer, he was doing it purely out of concern for your being. Crying takes a lot of of someone, he must do his due diligence and be certain you are properly sustained!)

"Ah...it pains me to see such tears. Remember, time moves forward, and you shall prevail past this little bump in the road, my little bat. Would you like to talk to me about it? I give good advice, if I do say so myself! Or shall we change the pace and play some games? I am not moving from this spot until you are smiling and laughing again!"

Kisses, cuddles, and comfort <3

[auren-zagarra]

incendium passionis

Content Warning: Malleus x FEM!Reader, heat (the author knows the mating season only happens with female animals, however, this is just porn - let them enjoy it), MDNI

Characters Count: 8721

You should have become suspicious the moment Malleus started acting clingier toward you. He treated you like a treasure he was afraid of losing, spoiled you rotten with extravagant dresses that only the wealthiest nobles could afford, and drowned you in a passion so intense that it almost made you nauseous. His love was sweet - too sweet for your taste at times. But that was fine by you; after all, such adoration for a human like you somehow inflated your own ego. Any wish you had the soon to be king Draconia would fulfill without you having to ask him twice.

All this power over the dragon came with a price - one you weren’t exactly bothered to pay. In exchange for this burning love, born from an innocent and pure form of caring, all you had to do was lay with your beloved quite frequently. Don’t get me wrong, Malleus wasn’t with you just for the physical connection… he truly cared about your happiness and well-being. However, he couldn’t resist the feeling of seeing you so vulnerable beneath him, sharing an intimacy only he could experience. In his eyes, this wasn’t a sin or a mere act of lust, but a moment when both were blessed with heavenly sensations as your heated skins collided. Despite his reputation, the fae was kind toward his beloved princess.

But a mortal - whether human or not - had their limits. Malleus had already reached maturity, but despite being accustomed to the burning feeling that built up in his body during that time of year, it was the first time he had a special someone. He couldn’t help but become more attached to you - burying his face in your neck, holding you for a moment longer, and letting his hands travel across your body in more indecent ways. The man was addicted to your love, and his heart was screaming for your carnal affection. It was like he was stuck in some kind of spell in which he just craved you like never before.

It had been a week since you last saw your boyfriend. Draconia decided to isolate himself until that painful period passed, so he wouldn’t take it out on you. You weren’t entirely innocent - Lilia had already explained why he was acting this way. He was in mating season - or heat, to put it simply. Warnings had been given about how explosive and lustful dragons could be, and though you were told it would be better to stay away, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Your heart ached with pity… he always treated you so well, sometimes, better than what you felt you deserved. So it felt only fair to help him with this little problem, right?

As you stood frozen at the doorway, the scene before you unfolded like a twisted piece of your lover’s mind. The once sanctuary of your beloved's chamber now resembled a den of chaos. The mattress lay in shreds. Claw marks marred the furniture, making evident his lack of control. Your gaze drifted to the creature occupying the center of this turmoil - Malleus. His emerald eyes now shone with a pained vulnerability as he clutched what remained from a piece of your uniform - a blazer you had now idea how he got. Many would say he resembled some kind of monster, for you, he was just… pitiful.

Approaching the figure, you settled onto the mattress and finally had a view of the man's transformed state. His once-human features now exhibited a pronounced bestiality - scales upon his pale skin, his horns had grown larger and more menacing, and his reptilian gaze seemed to judge every wrong you dared to commit in your whole life span. A low growl rumbled from deep within his chest, causing you to pause mid-motion as your hand hovered near his hairline, attempting to offer comfort through a gentle caress. However, before you could make contact, he suddenly seized your wrist in a strong grip, effortlessly pinning you beneath him like a helpless plaything, like a doll.

Malleus’ face approached from your own, inhaling your unique fragrance as if you were an intruder trespassing upon the sacred region of his room. Yet, upon recognizing the beloved figure before him, the dragon's demeanor shifted dramatically. He nuzzled deeply into the crook of your neck, his scaled cheek pressing intimately against your own soft skin. As you tenderly stroked his back, your special other responded with a fervent affection - spoiling your complexion with tender kisses, loving bites, and playful hickies. The urge to destroy your garments and claim your body with an unrestrained passion traveled his mind, yet he managed to restrain such instincts - he was still the same Malleus Draconia you knew and loved: rational, composed and so kind.

Even in his most primal, beastly state, Malleus' primary concern remained your comfort and pleasure - an adorable thought in your own point of viewing. As you smiled up at him, you gracefully disengaged from his embrace, of course, with small complaints. Then, with deliberate slowness, you began to undo the buttons of your uniform blouse, revealing tantalizing glimpses of the divine curves beneath. Malleus watched, transfixed, as if beholding a sacrificial altar laid bare just for him. Though you'd bared your body to him countless times before, each time he saw you in such a state he fell in love again. His eyes drank in every inch of your angelic form, feeling the desire that threatened to consume him. As you stood vulnerable yet unashamed of your body, Malleus' lips traced a sensual path along your curves. He found solace in the intimate contours of your body, his mouth lingering over sensitive spots as if drinking in your essence. Finally, he found the best confort between your legs.

Sometimes, you wondered if you really were the one who teached Draconia the art of sex or if he was just a quick learner. His tongue played with your clitoris as his fingers stimulated the deepest areas of your dripping wet cunt. Each movement followed a peace which made you see stars, to moan his name, to crave his body against yours… and trust me, Malleus wanted to share this moment with you as well. However, he knew first he should treat his maiden right. But reaching your orgasm at his mouth didn’t seemed right - you knew he was suffering with the bothering size hidden away in his underwear, so, gently tapping his horns, you almost begged him: “Please Mallie, fuck me already…”

As Malleus' skilled tongue danced around your sensitive clit, his fingers delving deep into your slick folds, you marveled at the skills of your boyfriend - even for a moment wondering if you were truly the one who teached him the art of pleasure. It was as if he had been born to worship your body, his every touch calculated to drive you to the brink of ecstasy. Yet, even at the edge of release, you craved the sensation of his hard length filling you. Malleus resisted the urge to claim you fully… After all, he knew he should treat his maiden right despite his conditions. Your whispered plea as you applied gentle tap against his horns. “Please, Mallie, fuck me already…” you breathed, your voice laced with desperation and desire. In that moment, the last vestiges of restraint crumbled and the dragon surrendered himself for the lust.

With a powerful thrust, Malleus sheathed himself within you, his immense girth stretching your walls to their limits. Before you could get used enough to the sheer size of his endowment, he began to move, his hips slapping against yours in a frenzied rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your very being. The dual sensations of his pulsating cock and the relentless stimulation of your clit proved too much to bear, and you succumbed to the ecstasy, your cries echoing through the chamber. As he kept the rhythm of his moves, Malleus' lips found yours once more, sealing you in a passionate kiss that muffled your sinful dirty cries. His words, though incomprehensible to you, were filled with praise and adoration, a symphony of devotion that only served to heighten the intensity of the moment.

Both finished together, interlocked at each other and with the souls united as only one. As the last tremors of your shared climax subsided, Malleus held you close, his seed still pulsing inside you in warm, sticky rivulets. A contented smile graced your features as you caught your breath, preparing to rise and make your way to the bathroom. However, the dragon's grip on your waist stopped your plans, signaling a change in his intentions. He had a renewed hunger, pressing his rigid member against your sensitive core. It was clear that he had no intention of letting you go, he only intended on claiming you repeatedly throughout the night. Dear, you agreed to satisfy him tonight… so expect to be fucked stupid. You are his beloved princess… and one day, he’ll properly make you a queen.

[mysumeow]

──TENDERLY LOVED

Warnings: SMUT. afab genitalia, gender neutral pronouns. PIV unprotected sex, Malleus takes a dominant role throughout the smut, edging (reader receiving), overstimulation (reader receiving), cunnilingus. not proofread it is what it is.

Summary: Malleus loves your body tenderly, taking his time to pleasure you; unfortunately, there's just so much your human body can swallow.

Word count: 1.3k

If the most ancient of faes from Briar Valley knew their prince kneeled in front of a human’s parted legs to pleasure them…

You find your balance in the blankets by gripping them until it felt like the fabric was about to rip. Malleus’s unyielding hands keep your trembling legs separated for his voracious mouth and tongue.

Malleus believed the tender pace he was performing between your thighs was purely loving, taking his time to prepare you for what was about to come—the truth was, it made you more desperate. It was beyond delightful—his tongue lapping up your juices and the way he would dig in his nails into you, but you felt like you were being edged. His tongue licked along the expanse of your lips, from top to bottom, alternating between sucking and thrusting inside.

You wished to close your legs around his head and urge him to go faster.

“Please, Malleus,” you cried, desperation for that sweet release that was just out of your reach. “Please, I need more,”

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” And he had the audacity to ask, knowing how your legs wobbled in his grasp. “My, from how much you’re quivering, I’d think I wasn’t going easy on you,” he licked his lips clean of your slick.

“It’s—It’s because when I’m about to...” Your voice wavered from embarrassment at the idea of having to explain to him that he was edging you without knowing. “You can go faster,”

“How?” He looked at you with inquisitive eyes, and you couldn’t discern if he was pretending to not know or if it was genuine curiosity. “I’d be delighted to learn how to properly treat my beloved,”

You wanted to turn around and hide your face in your pillow from timidity, and had you not been eager for that orgasm, you would’ve. Regardless, you slid your fingers inside yourself, showing him the pace you wanted him to follow. With your other hand, you rubbed your sensitive clit, your hips twitching. With a quick heartbeat that seemed to increase, your cheeks felt like they were aflame too. Your mind kept reeling back to his tongue in your cunt, your juices mixing with his saliva...

Almost losing yourself in the memory, you were about to cum until you felt him squeeze your thighs again.

“So that’s how you like it…” His hand pulled yours towards his mouth, taking your wet fingers inside and sucking on them, lapping up even in between your fingers. “Like that?”

Before you could answer, Malleus went back to placing his fingers inside, and thrust them. Repeating the same intensity with which he had sucked your fingers a few seconds ago, he did it on your clit. The sudden pleasure left you gasping. Malleus’s own reddened ears flicked as he took in every sound of pleasure you moaned and whined, his dick pushing up against the fabric of his pants.

Amidst your satisfaction, one of Malleus’s hands abandoned its place on your thighs to seek yours, interlacing each other while he brought you to an orgasm. His hand tightened around yours, keeping you in place as he made sure you rode all your release on his tongue.

The dragon fae was eager to continue and didn’t give you enough time to catch your breath before he moved on top of your disheveled self and kissed you. His fingers were still gliding in and out of you, Malleus’s hungry tongue slid against yours, further thickening that fog in your head. Your fingers tangled in his hair, caressing the base of his horns. The simple action earns you a groan from him. You sense some hesitancy from him about what he should do, and you position your legs around his hips, grinding down on his hard on.

You froze when you noticed something.

You were aware of Malleus’s particular bodily constitution below the belt, but just feeling it through his clothes made you wonder how big it was.

Malleus observed your wavering.

“Something’s wrong?”

You glanced at him and saw his eyebrows furrow in worry.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

Malleus opened his mouth to question further, but you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips felt already tender from how often he grazed and teased them with his fangs, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like it.

Malleus’s patience was going to be the bane of your existence. If Malleus could spend the rest of the night just pleasuring you and making you climax until you would lose count of how many times you did, he would—and that’s why you search for his belt to unbuckle it and pull his zipper down.

Hard, hot, and heavy, his dick slapped against his lower abdomen once bared. You can’t help but eye it up, thinking about how it's going to fit.

The tip slid in with minimum effort; from there on, his cock was thick and long. His size was far bigger than anything you’ve taken, your insides trying to accommodate it as much as you could—until it touched your innermost part.

And there were still an inch more yet to be stuffed in you.

Even if it didn’t hurt, you couldn’t believe you underestimated how sizable it was. You never imagined just how big a draconic fae could be down there.

You gripped Malleus's forearms, your words stuck in your throat in place of a whimper. His eyes were hazy from pleasure; your small body (in comparison to his large frame) was trying to fit as much of him as possible, and it still wasn't enough.

Malleus pulled back and gave another experimental thrust to see your reaction. The hefty drag of his dick caused your chest to heave; torturously delicious, your legs went up to lock around him again.

Seeing as you were getting used to his size, he increased the tempo, watching for any sign of discomfort.

"You're doing so good," he whispered, his hand caressing your cheek. "Next time, perhaps you'll be able to have it all,"

You placed your hand on his, teary eyes looking up at him. "I want it. Everything,"

"Take it easy," he kissed your cheek. "You can barely take it in, and yet you're asking for more," The lecherous gaze he sent you made your face's warmth intensify.

With a firm hold on your hips, he pulled your body against his, the back of your legs meeting his lap with each steady movement. His kisses moved from your lips towards your exposed neck, where he didn't hold back in marking. His fangs teased the sensitive flesh, sinking at a surface level and retracting when you thought he would bite.

You could feel his complacent grin against your skin. He had a playful, teasing side, after all.

You jolted the instant his hand dipped down to rub your clit, followed by Malleus's own sound of pleasure from how you tightened.

"Mal," you hugged him, your chest pressing against his. You panted, trying to warn him of your approaching orgasm, his tip repeatedly touching your innermost sensible spot. His mouth is on yours, swallowing your trembling moans and gasps of delight.

The feeling of you cumming around him made him lose whatever restraint he had left. Your sex met his in a sloppy manner, and soon he came right after you. Malleus's strong arms tugged your body taut to his, filling you with copious amounts of cum.

When he pulled out, more of his release dripped from your overstimulated pussy. Malleus kissed lovingly down your navel, towards your lower abdomen.

You felt like your mind was spinning around after two hard orgasms, but your fae boyfriend didn't appear to be satisfied yet. You shuddered when he pushed what dripped outside back in with his fingers, a ravenous look observing you.

"You seem to have bewitched me, my beloved. I haven't had my fill yet," he bit on your thigh. "This time, I'll ensure everything fits…"

[planchettewrites]

See You in September

Prince Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland)/GN!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Prince Malleus Draconia thinks of only one person during his lonesome summer vacation: the Housewarden of Ramshackle.

CONTENT: Slight possessive behavior (very little), pining, slight reader description (very general desc.)

A/N: Oh, how I love 50's love songs! This song was inspired by "See You in September" by The Tempos. My last TWST fic was a hit, so I figured I'd write another. I hope you enjoy it; I had plenty of fun writing this.

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Prince Malleus Draconia looked outside his window in the Briar Valley Royal Palace. As his grandmother ruled the nation, his mind was clouded with thoughts of only one person: the Housewarden of Ramshackle. 

He wondered what you were up to, who you were with. Were you staying at the College with that dire beast, or maybe with one of your friends at their home? The Prince wishes he knew. He thought of your hair, how it frames your face and your effervescent smile. He considered how your kindness has shaped the school into a better and safer environment. He thought of your gentle humanness. He almost had no way to put it—being human was different from being fae. Yet, your humanness made you shine. It’s like how Silver’s humanity made him who he was, but for you, you were a different kind of human. You weren’t from Twisted Wonderland. Your humanness didn’t make you inherently magical in the sense that you could use magic, but it made you magical in the sense that your presence was magnetic.

Something about you stirred something in him. You made his heart beat faster and his breath hitch. You made his cheeks flush and made his mind race. At first, Malleus thought that you had cast a spell on him, but after talking with Lilia, the type of spell you cast was purely chemical. It was something that transcended all known logic. He was infatuated with you. Dare he say he was in love with you? 

He wondered if you thought of him the way he thought of you. He had given you a letter encouraging you to write to him, and if he was honest with himself, he was really, really hoping you’d write him back. He wanted to hear all about your summer. He wanted to know how you were spending your days and who you were spending them with. As much as he wished you were kept company, he also hoped it wasn’t just the ghosts and the meddlesome direbeast. If he indeed had its way, you would spend your summer here in Briar Valley, where it was relatively temperate. He knew Ramshackle’s air was something to be desired, so he had hoped you weren’t in discomfort with the weather. 

But what if you were with someone? What would you be doing with them? Malleus did not know what most “average” teenagers did. Most of the students of Diasomnia were far from average. Most were fae who lived in Briar Valley, and a good came from the nobility or were the children of members of parliament. He had heard some students in other dorms talk about their summer plans as he prepared to transport back to Briar Valley, and those plans involved places like beaches and vacations to lands they’d never been to. Is that what average teenagers do? To his knowledge, average teenagers did not sit in their castles and ponder what their object of affection was doing. 

He still remembers seeing you moments before the mirror and how rushed you seemed to see him. 

“Malleus!” you called, rushing over to the Mirror Room. 

“Yes, Child of Man?” he responded, a smile growing. Malleus had to admit he was excited to see you. He would have to go three whole months without seeing you—and although that was the blink of an eye for fae, it suddenly felt like a relatively long period of time. 

It was then a loud voice came from behind him. “Lord Malleus! You shan’t let his human address you without your royal title!” Sebek Zigvolt boomed. 

“Nonsense,” Malleus chided. “They are a friend, Sebek; they can address me however they see fit.”

Sebek huffed, gathering the rest of the luggage, and wandered off to find Silver and Lilia Vanrouge. Meanwhile, you skittered up to Malleus. 

“Oh, Child of Man, I have something for you.” Malleus dug into his breast pocket and found what he was looking for: a brilliant ivory letter. He handed it to you with a smile. “Read this when you have the time.”

You returned his smile. “Thank you so much, Malleus.”

“Now, what did you rush over here to tell me? What matter of tale will you weave for me today?” The Prince asked, his curiosity now piqued. 

“I wanted to wish you a good summer vacation, and I can’t wait to see you soon.” you got on your tippy-toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you soon, Malleus!” Within seconds, you scurried away back to Ramshackle. 

For the first time in his life, the Prince was stunned into silence. However, it was a good kind of stunned. The type of stunned someone is when they receive a surprise present or when an old friend comes over without an invitation. Your ability to stupefy the Prince was astounding. 

Malleus touched his cheek, recounting the memory with a smile. It was like he could almost feel the kiss you placed. The more he thought about it, he loathed his royal duties. Must he be kept cooped up in a castle with nothing to do? It wasn’t often he was invited to the senate, nor was he invited to the gatherings the townsfolk held, so there he sat. Alone. 

His mind wandered back to something Lilia had said right after he had witnessed the small act of affection. Lilia said, “It seems the human returns your feeling, Lord Malleus.” Hopefully, you did. If you returned his affections, he would court you immediately. There was no purpose in not. He would make you his own for the rest of your life. The adjustment would be hard, but you had adjusted to Twisted Wonderland with relative ease, and he hoped that the same attitude you held adjusting to your school life would be the same as how you’d adjust to your life as a royal. 

How Malleus started counting the minutes and hours until he could see you again. Would he see you when school came back in session? His worst fear would be realized if Headmage Crowley had found a way to send you home. No, he wouldn’t allow you to go home to your world. He would do the entirely un-princely behavior of groveling on his knees and beg you to stay in this world. Malleus could already see poor Sebek attempting to pull Malleus to his feet, but when it came to his love, any groveling was a plausible behavior. 

Or worse, could he lose you to a summer love? There is danger in the summer moon above, and Malleus couldn’t stand to lose you to someone else. Who could it possibly be that he could lose you to? Would it be one of your underclassmen or maybe one of his fellow upperclassmen? Or what if it was a random civilian? Malleus wasn’t sure he could live with either option. He was barely half alive in his struggle to survive without you around him. 

For now, there was nothing he could do. He could only pray to the Great Seven that he would see you in September. 

[akawifeyy]

enchanted | smau & fic (OP81)

description: oscar piastri has always been one to think before acting, the consistent voice of reason that allows mclaren to be such a successful team. and then he meets you, the daughter of toto wolff — the team principal of mercedes — and all his efforts crumble like a castle made of sand.

tropes: forbidden romance, opposites attract, age gap (18 and 23), wolff!fem!reader

face claim: lucia ferrato

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: hope you all like this!

You knew the sacred rules of Formula One as an innocent, pure daughter of a team principal. Your father, Toto, had taught you to never interact with anyone outside of Mercedes, even if they were looked nice and acted friendly. You kept to yourself, only talking to Carmen sometimes when she visited, and maybe the drivers, if your father was there to monitor the conversation.

When you told your friends about all the safety precautions, how your father checked your phone every night to ensure that you weren't sneaking behind his back, they thought he was crazy. That he was overreacting, because you wouldn't do anything that bad.

But little did any of you know, Toto's fears would come true.

Because the moment a man arrived, promising you love and happiness for eternity, you fell for all his sweet nothings, hook, line, and sinker.

@ yourusername: Gestern war mein achtzehnter Geburtstag! Ich kann nicht glauben, wie die Zeit vergeht. Ich hatte einen schönen, entspannten Tag zu Hause mit Eva (meiner Lieblingshündin) und meinen Eltern. Ich bin nicht bereit, wieder zur Schule zu gehen 😓

(Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday! I can't believe how time flies. I had a nice, relaxing day at home with Eva [my favorite dog] and my parents. I'm not ready to go back to school 😓)

tagged: @ totowolff, @ mercedes, @ yourbffusername

comments (14):

@ yourbffusername: Happy belated birthday cutie!

-> @ yourusername: thank youu 🤗

@ totowolff: Ich bin so stolz auf alles, was du erreicht hast. Ich liebe dich so sehr, süßes Mädchen. Auf viele weitere Jahre voller Glück und Gesundheit.

(I am so proud of everything you have achieved. I love you so much, sweet girl. Here’s to many more years of happiness and health.)

Once your father had left the room, kissing you on the forehead and wishing you a good night, you tugged out the secret book you kept under your pillowcase. It was a thick romantasy novel, something one of your friends had loaned you. And it was definitely forbidden in the Wolff house.

It told the story of the fair maiden Elora, who had been kidnapped by the cruel Fae overlord, Ren. He wanted to use her blood to save his people, because of some strange prophecy you couldn't make heads-or-tails of. The two, originally so vehemently against one another, eventually fell in love, realizing that their differences didn't equal hatred. Now you were finally on the part where the tension would culminate in a very steamy scene.

You pulled the covers up to just below your eyes, flicking on the flashlight tucked within the book's cover. Your face grew redder and redder as you read.

Once you were finished, you realized how underwhelming your own life had been with romance. Your father had effectively caged you; you had barely any contact with members of the opposite sex.

It was ridiculous, but your father had all the power. Until you went off to uni, you would have no choice but to abide by his rules, no matter how much it annoyed you.

@ f1gossip: Oscar Piastri (McLaren) was asked not once, but twice today about his love life by some overeager fans. In response, he shrugged and said, "I don't really focus on romantic exploits, I leave that to Lando."

tagged: @ f1, @ formulaonelore

comments (485):

@ user1: oscar is SUCH a savage 💀

-> @ user2: Lando is probably seething lmaoo

@ user3: ngl he'd be super cute w y/n wolff, they're both private and introverted 🤔

-> @ user4: no way that THIS is the way i find out Toto has a daughter

-> @ user3: yep! she's 18

Text messages between Y/N and your best friend, Sophie (2025)

You scrolled through Oscar's Instagram page, analyzing (and admiring) his face and body. As a F1 driver, he had to maintain a top-tier physique, putting in loads of hours at the gym, and you could tell. His biceps were almost triple the size of your own.

It was fun to fantasize about a romantic relationship with him, but you knew exactly how your father would react. He would yell at you, saying that you were giving up everything he had built for some man who'd betray you in an instant. He'd call you selfish, and hormonal. And maybe that was true. Maybe you did want to feel something other than the sensation of being a trapped animal, helpless and lost.

Your friends told you stories about their own romantic adventures. Sophie herself had informed you about how a guy had tried to take a peek up her skirt. A week later, she'd ended up going on a date with him, because she'd accidentally bled through the fabric since she'd started her period without realizing. Sophie had been dating him for almost two years at this point, and you knew you were falling so behind, you'd never catch up.

Your other best friend, Rhiannon, had made you take a Rice Purity test. To no one's surprise, you had a 100. You'd never even "danced with someone without leaving room for Jesus". It was so embarrassing.

Yet, despite all this ill will against your father, everyone knew you'd never actually confront him about it. He was six foot five, temperamental, and absolutely terrifying when provoked. There wasn't anything that was worth being on the receiving end of his wrath.

So you were about to go to university with almost zero experience with talking to the opposite gender. You were two seconds away from becoming a nun in a convent at this point.

And then...

Oscar Piastri himself reached out to you.

Instagram conversation between Y/N and Oscar

comments (2849):

@ user5: OMG wait is this real???

@ user6: i can't believe our fave hermit is finally talking to a man! 😭

-> @ user7: She's not really a hermit, her dad is just strict

@ user8: Oscar's such a liar we knewwww there had to be something happening with his love life, he's too cutie for there not to be

@ yourusername: actually, a lot is going on at the moment 😋

tagged: @ yourbffusername

comments (5):

@ yourbffusername: We all know what's happening

-> @ yourusername: 😇

-> @ yourbffusername: Hope you're having fun though <3

A month and a half later

"I don't want to push you past anything you're not comfortable with," Oscar warned, his brown eyes crinkled into a serious, stern expression. "I don't want to rush you."

"I'm ready," you reassured him for what felt like the thousandth time.

Oscar took a step forward, closing the distance between you in less than a blink of an eye. His hand tugged back your loose strands of hair, gripping your jaw as he kissed you.

You bucked, leaning into his touch and going boneless. This was like nothing you'd ever felt before. Like a thousand stars, exploding right under your skin. Like finally being able to drink water after stumbling in a barren desert for centuries.

When you broke apart, both of your faces were flushed, cheeks blotted red with pleasure.

Oscar grinned. "How was that? Everything you ever dreamed of?"

"And more."

The day after

You had told your father that you were going to Sophie's house, maybe to play pool or watch a movie. He'd let you go, begrudgingly, after you promised to study extra the next day. Little did he know, you were actually with Oscar.

Your phone was safely with Sophie, and she knew your password to reply to any messages Toto might send your way. Your plan was fool-proof.

Oscar placed his palm on the square of your back, following you into the restaurant. Your eyes immediately scanned the interior, looking for a familiar face that might rat you out, but there were none.

The restaurant was thankfully quiet and nearly empty, save for a few stragglers who were ordering drinks from the bar.

Oscar ordered a steak, medium-rare, and you ordered a bowl of fried chicken tenders. While you waited, you drummed your fingers on the table, listening to the lo-fi music emitting from the speakers above.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," Oscar said.

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Your father."

You bit your lip, unsure of how to proceed. "What about him? Did you talk to him?"

Oscar shook his head. "No, I didn't. But I don't want to keep our relationship a secret anymore. I like you, Y/N, and I understand that your father cares about you too, but he can't keep you tied up forever. You're mine, and he's going to have to come to terms with that."

"He won't."

Oscar shrugged. "He'll have to."

You exhaled a shaky breath, weighing your options. All the sneaking around had caused you a lot of extra stress, and you knew it was only a matter of time until your father realized what was happening. Perhaps it was better to tell him now, before things snowballed.

"Fine," you conceded after a long pause, and you prayed that you hadn't just signed your and Oscar's death warrants.

From @ oscarpiastri's Instagram story

comments (4298):

@ user9: SOFT LAUNCHHH

@ user10: omg WHO IS THIS WHO IS THIS 😲😲😲

-> @ user11: i bet you 5 bucks it's Y/N wolff

@ user12: screaming crying throwing up 🤯

@ user13: My nosy ahh can't handle this I wanna know who this is so bad

-> @ user14: AGREED

@ oscarpiastri: You can thank the fans. Happy three months, Y/N, you're the light of my life. Love you ❤

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (8794):

@ user15: called it since day 1.

-> @ user3: me too!

@ user8: OMG NO WAYY 🤭

@ user16: Happy 3 months!

-> @ user16: They're adorable I'm gonna start sobbing *rocks back and forth*

@ yourusername: Love you too mein papaya-Prinz 😚🧡

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[yanoverload]

Yandere Unicorn Hybrid

Hello dearly beloveds. I am early this time.

This is in the same universe as yandere cow boy and yandere tanuki, but set in the medieval times.

If you feel like it gives you Epic vibes no it doesn't.

I also feel like this is one of the longest I've written LOL

The cold mud seeps from the ground, and works as an ointment to my hurt feet. I sigh as I wish I had the time to stop, but if I do, the enemy will ambush me.

War was never a pretty sight. But humans, just like beasts, felt the need to shed blood for food, territory, status. I suppose that is the way of the world.

No one expected the ambush, it was cowardly, we were apart os a simple camp of injured soldiers and doctors, trying to recover from the losses. Enemy soldiers put fire in the tents, specifically in the medical center. I managed to run in only sleep rags, but maybe I should have stayed. 

Maybe I should've died with some glory, but I am just human. 

"I want to go back to my family" I hold my arm trying to bite off the pain. The bandages seem loose, and the stab wounds are starting to seep blood through my clothes.

Before I notice, my desperation makes me go further than normal, as I encounter a scenario I have never noticed in the forest. I don’t think I ever came this deep into it in my time at camp.

There were several flowers lying around in a wild, but also organized manner. It really was a pretty sight. In the center of the stage was a clearing, one where a river crossed right as the trees gave way, showing a beautiful sun.

I get one foot forward. Then another. Almost as if in a daze towards the river.

As I approach I see the trees are filled with fruit, perfectly ripe with no bumps or noticeable bugs, I check the water, it's clean looking and at perfect temperature.

Have I died in the middle of the forest and gone to heaven? Am I still in the medical bed hallucinating?

As I'm about to sip from the water, I hear a yell. I almost mistake it for the enemy soldiers.

"Begone filth! Before you damage this land with your corruption." 

All I see is a gorgeous human being, ethereal like never seen before. Pale like the moon, with eyes that glitter like stars.

Their hair, silky smooth, almost as blue and shiny as the river before me. In their forehead a horn. Have I met one of the fae? Did I step into a faerie circle?

As I behold the marble statue glaring at me, I feel as if the shine of the sun starts to dim, my body feeling heavier than armor.

I blink as I see the strangers worried and panicked state as I fall to the ground, energy depleted.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Some more facts about him! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

In the future, humanity changed their own DNA to produce hybrids. What they didn't know is that certain types have existed for centuries.

Unicorns are one of them. Believed to be a horse with a horn, they are rather humanoid figures, most commonly mistaken as faeries or elves for their graceful stature.

As beings blessed by life, they live in another dimension from other living beings, a paradise no one seems to ever encounter apart from those in fairytales.

Éliphas is one of those. But rather than in a group he seems to live in one of those havens by himself. Until you came along.

He's been lonely for so long, even if he seems to despise you... He wishes for you to stay.

Unicorns tend to prefer pure things, and you are not pure at all, but that doesn't seem to bother Éliphas.

Super tsundere yan.

Unicorns are supposed to be pure of heart, so he would never kill anyone, but he doesn't need it! Because you seem to be stuck in his domain and can't get out... Oh no.

He acts like a housewife

Says he's looking for a way for you to leave, but let's be honest he's lying.

Are you corrupting him perhaps?

Wears little to no clothes, how doesn't he feel cold in the forest? His domain is the perfect weather, not too much sun but enough breeze.

Height: 176 cm (5'9 feet)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

To add onto that Malleus popularity speculation, I think another major reason why that you never mentioned is the simple fact that characters of Malleus' archetype are just more popular in general in the west amongst working age women.

There are plenty of adult novel containing male supernatural love interests. Fae and vampire romance novels are still extremely popular amongst adult readers. A Court of Thorns and Roses is technically an ADULT novel, NOT YA. Even m|m supernatural stories even fall into this category with Stolas/Blitz from Helluva Boss being an extremely popular over here. That pairing is from an adult animated show. Stolas shares a lot of similarities with Malleus.

Hell, even if you step into western contemporary romance novels, the male love interest tends to be more brooding and angsty with flawed leads. Everything from classic literature like Jane Eyre to modern shit like anything Colleen Hoover writes. (Don't get it twisted. I'm NOT saying that Malleus is anything like those leads. Just using those very popular example of brooding bad boy love interests in adult contemporary fiction in the west.)

Meanwhile in East Asia, those sorts of leads tend to be geared towards teenagers. Working age women want a more stable, realistic love interest that would take care of them like Trey.

Westerners seem to prefer more complex, intense romantic relationships, where the stakes feel higher and the emotional payoff is more significant. They will naturally write Trey off as a "big brother" character instead of seeing him as a romantic lead material thanks to being more used to seeing characters like Malleus as the love interest in stories.

I could be way off base, since I'm not Asian and far from being an expert on Japanese culture, but that's my two cents based on my observations. This is also based on broad generalizations. Neither culture is a monolith.

[Referencing this post and (more specifically!) my speculation here!]

Oh, for sure 💀 I made a post a while ago talking about how Malleus (especially from the yumejoshi/self-shipping perspective) reminds me a lot of the new "Shadow Daddy" archetype that has emerged in the romantasy genre. I mean, just look at how many of the Shadow Daddy traits Malleus ticks off:

is a nonhuman being (usually fae)

500 yrs old (or at least several hundred years old or a significant age gap between the Shadow Daddy love interest and typically female main character)

looks young and hot/conventionally attractive despite the age

is OP (usually with shadow/night/darkness related magic)

is royalty or in some kind of position of power

dark hair and/or skin (sometimes both)

“morally grey” and/or has issues (you can fix him)

brooding

looks or is rumored to be intimidating but is actually lonely and misunderstood, with a heart of gold

animalistic in some manner (usually with bat/raven/dragon-like wings)

has a tattoo or some kind of bodily markings (Malleus has the scales under his hair; you could also count the OB facial markings I guess)

Outside of romantasy novels geared towards older teens (18-19) and adults, the west seems to really love brooding bad boys as love interests in a lot of its media. Something else I noticed is that the "good guys" or the "boy next door" types like Trey tend to be "the other man" in heterosexual love triangles, which miiight also explain why he gets looked over in the western fandom. (I discussed some of my own observations, which are similar to the points mentioned here, in the posts linked above.)

I wouldn’texactly phrase it like westerners preferring "more complex, intense romantic relationships [... with higher stakes and more significant emotional payoff]", as that unintentionally implies that there has to be brooding or angst in order for the story or character arc to be "good". I feel a lot of it actually depends on the execution rather than the tropes present. For example, I've seen many "Shadow Daddies" that exist purely for wish fulfillment rather than emotional or story/character complexity (which, to be clear, there's nothing wrong with if this is the kind of thing you enjoy!). Wholesome or "normal" romances also have the capacity to be complex, intense, high-stakes, and emotionally significant too! Again, it all depends on the quality of writing and what one's personal preferences are. You'll find outliers regardless of culture as well--as the asker has stated, no culture is a monolith!

[lady-of-tearshed]

Do not disturb

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra Week 2024

@erisweekofficial

Day 7: Free Day

Summary: You and Eris get a little overexcited and decide to blow off some sexual tension in-between two meetings. Will the new High Lord manage to thoroughly please his wife and High Lady with barely half an hour? Let's hope so.

Word count: 728 words

Warnings: Smut, voyeurism, impregnation kink, begging, praise kink

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears 🤎

As soon as the doors had been closed, and everyone that had attended this finance meeting had exited the throne room, Eris pulled you up onto his lap.

Clothes flew to the ground, piling up here and there. One of your hands went to hold tight onto Eris’ shoulder while the other gripped onto his throne armrests as you sank down on him.

“Eris,” You whined, trying to push yourself down onto him despite his strong grip on your hips, keeping you steady. “Please,”

Eris purred against your neck, moving into you unbearably slowly. His tongue and teeth scraped against your skin, relishing on the idea that he had all of the time in the world to worship what was his.

“Patience, beloved,” He nipped at the skin of your neck, his cock twitching inside of you at every little gasp you make. “We have all the time in the world,”

“We're supposed to meet your emissary in half an hour-”

You were cut short by Eris' hips roughly slamming home, his fingers dug so hard into the flesh of your hips you knew it would leave marks. Your head tilted back from the intense sensations, but Eris fisted your hair and brought it back straight to force your eyes to stay on his.

“I don't see the issue there,” Eris answered, his eyes shining with pure Fae male arrogance. “I can thoroughly and properly fuck my mate with half an hour ahead of me,”

“What if–” You swallow thickly, trying to form coherent sentences and concentrate on something else than the sounds your bodies made as they collided restlessly. “We're going to get caught,”

“Then be so,” He slowed his pace, one of his hands tracing a path from your pelvis to your chest. His thumb gently grazed your right nipple. “It's not like we're doing something… naughty,”

You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes, the mimic only fuelled Eris' desire.

“I'm being completely serious right now. We're technically fulfilling our duties,” His nose brushed against your cheek, taking in your addictive scent. “We're making an heir,”

“I'm sure this could be done in a bedroom,”

“Are you complaining, beloved?”

All you could do was shake your head from side to side as he hit that spot deep within you, again and again. Your bodies were sticking together from the sweat coating your skin. Eris magic was dancing all around you, little sparks of fire flickering in the throne room.

“Good. Then stop whining and ride my cock like a good girl,”

You obeyed, your vision started to fade to black. The coil in your stomach tightened as you did as Eris ordered, your quivering thighs moving you up and down on his cock, faster. The pace of his thrust was erratic.

“Eris- I'm going to-”

“I know,” He growled against your skin and nuzzled in the crook of your neck. His voice was barely over a whisper as he added, “Let go, my beloved. Come for me. I’m almost there, too,”

Time slowed, all of your muscles contracted, and your inner walls clenched around Eris as your orgasm rippled.

Eris gave a few more thrusts, more sloppy than the others, and roared against your skin when release rushed through him. He emptied himself inside of you, holding your hips tightly and tilting them to reach the deepest spot he could. You shivered at how exquisitely full and warm you felt in this moment, wishing you could just stay like this forever. But-

The door clicked open, and Eris snarl was animalistic. “Get out,”

“M-M-My apologies, High Lord,” the flustered emissary stuttered, “Should I come back l-later?”

You couldn't see Eris’ emissary from where you stood on Eris thighs, but you could smell and feel the raw terror through his voice.

“No,” Eris' arms tightened around your body. His teeth nibbled the skin of your jaw, and you could already feel him hardening again inside of you. “Not today,” He snapped at his emissary, clearly dismissing him.

The poor male didn't hesitate to run away with his tail between his legs. Eris’ attention returned to you completely as soon as the massive wooden doors shut.

A wicked grin was plastered on his lips, his cock, still buried deep inside of you, was already ready and hard with desire once again.

“Ready for another ride, High Lady?”

Taglist: @lilah-asteria @mybestfriendmademe @acotar-lover

[hanafubukki]

Summary: Malleus wishes Silver a Happy Birthday.

Time has always moved differently for the fae. It was a concept he always struggled with.

And yet, time seemed to have slowed down yet quickened in a way that Malleus was never used to after meeting a silver-haired baby.

Malleus can’t exactly recall when this phenomenon started.

Maybe it was the day Lilia flung the baby at him? When he looked at the crying bundle and hummed his mother’s lullaby?

He knew time moved steadily from that moment on, flowing through his fingertips in a way he had not noticed before.

That baby grew, and his weight increased.

The baby continues to grow along with the amount of saliva and other liquids that soaked Malleus. The seamstresses would faint if they ever knew what transpired on his clothes.

Eventually, Silver spoke words and greeted him with a smile as bright as the sun.

Time passed.

Silver learned magic. The pride in his eyes the first time he manifested it had Malleus feeling the same.

Malleus remembers the time he taught Silver and Lilia to dance. Swirls of magic danced on his fingertips as he played a tune and instructed them. Oh how fun that was.

Time continues to slip by.

Malleus remembers the days he would watch Silver and Sebek train.

The day he chose them as his knights. The looks on their faces made it worth it-another way to keep them close by always.

Malleus recalls, before blot and magic took control and emotions unfolded, how silver hair and determined eyes preached against such dreams and their wrongness, how no one wanted it, least of all him and Lilia.

Malleus sees these same eyes.

So bright and pure.

Colors changing like the facets of jewels.

Malleus remembers these eyes, the eyes of the babe, who dared to cry in his arms. The one who cried to him out on a snowy day, feeling as useless as he.

Malleus smiles, bringing a hand up to those very eyes.

Wiping crystal-like tears away as he used to do to the babe, consoling him as he had done not so long ago.

Breathe.

Just a bit more.

A splash of red on white leaves him aching, he hadn’t meant to tar such purity.

Tears continue to flow despite his efforts, from these very eyes.

Holding him tightly, speaking to him. Desperately.

More expressive than Malleus had seen him be in a while.

Ah.

Malleus wishes he could hear him.

But the clawing darkness prevents it.

So Malleus smiles, proud as ever of the one before him; using what strength he has left to speak words he desperately wants to say.

My Light that guided me through the darkness.

My Loyal Knight.

Thank you for saving me.

“Happy 18th Birthday, Silver.”

Darkness.

Happy Birthday, Silver 💚💕🌷

I love you🥰🌺

[yan-lorkai]

https://www.tumblr.com/yan-lorkai/720655214474035200/good-evening-if-you-dont-mind-id-like-to-hear

Okay so what about this but the reader got a hysterectomy or got her tubes tied before they met without him knowing? How do you think the boys would react? Like let’s say they didn’t have the (new) surgery where you could transplant another woman’s uterus to get pregnant. What would they do if they found out she couldn’t get pregnant anymore?

☆ A/N: Interesting concept, I hadn't thought about it before :o. Wrote this for Malleus, Leona, Rook and Riddle. Let me know if you want a part 2 with other characters, darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, pregnancy talk, hysterectomy, afab reader (no pronouns used).

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Malleus would be indifferent - not because he doesn't want a child with you. But because it is still possible for you two to have a biological child without you necessarily being pregnant, as dragon fae eggs can only be brought to existence through pure love. Though not in the conventional way, your child will be born as he did once, hatching from an egg, nurtured with the love you both feel. But, in the scenario that this possibility also couldn't happen, he would be devastated. He really wanted to have a family with you and it's just not possible anymore. His dreams are shattered and he needs a moment to recompose himself, you can hear thunders for days on end. Deep within he wished he had met you earlier, that he could keep you from making this surgery. But what's done is done. Though he wonders, could he regrown your uterus with his magic?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona is apathetic about it. It was not a priority as he liked having all your attention on himself, but even someone like him had imagined how your child would look like. Would they have your eyes and his smile? Either way, when you tell him that you got a hysterectomy due to health problems and couldn't get pregnant, he just kinda nods and goes on as if he hadn't heard that at all. It's not really a big deal to him. If you want a child so bad then you can always adopt one or two, even three or four.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Rook is so dramatic about it. He write many melancholic poems in your honour for some reason, coming from a big family you figured he would be more shocked or something. But he is chill with the news, just affectionately annoying you and draping himself all over you. After all he knows he can still tie you to him even without a baby. However he does daydream about you, fuzzy face from sleep and with bed hair, holding your baby at night, singing to make them sleep. He kinda wishes it was possible though, he wanted to be with you through each and every stage of your pregnancy. A pity.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Riddle is clearly unhappy with the news. Like, it is true that there are some diseases and syndromes that require partial or total removal of the uterus or cutting of the uterine tubes. Whatever your reason for having that surgery, Riddle respects that, he even asked you if you were suffering from something. But he still feels sad knowing that he won't be able to have children with you, though he will never tell you that to not burden you with his unnecessary thoughts. But it's noticeable, the way he sighs and stares at the wall for several minutes, or how happy he is when he can take care of his friends' children. It's obvious even. Every happy couple have a child but you two. So if you can't get pregnant, Riddle wants to adopt.

[etheries1015]

In memory of the Apology Mug Story (and because I walked past a super old building recently; guess what it had on the facade)

Reader who knows how to carve rocks into specific forms and is very skilled in it makes Malleus a gargoyle for his birthday. He's so happy he ends up accidentally confessing his love to them.

Bonus points if that was Lilia's idea because he got tired of seeing them dance around each other and wanted things to happen already

This is really cute <3 for those who aren't certain what the apology mug story is; the link to that is Here!

A special birthday present for our favorite draconic prince <3

Being in Ramshackle with a limited amount of entertainment (being unable to afford many electronics) you had to resort to other forms of entertainment. Reading, cooking, sewing, board games, long walks outside, musical instruments, and your most recent of endeavors; rock carving. You had learned a few things here and there from Malleus, he was an avid crafter of gargoyles within his club and was more than happy to teach you a thing or two. Although most of your attempts seemed to fail in his eyes, you were actually secretly incredibly skilled at this. You were leaving your skills to set up a surprise present for the fae for his birthday; January 18th.

It wasn't hard to figure out what you were planning on doing for his birthday, Malleus was incredibly easy to read. Although money was scarce for you, using your skills to handmake something would be much more worth receiving than any amount of money could pay for. At least, that's what Malleus had said when you inquired what he would like at his celebration.

"A present is not necessary," He told you with a graceful smile, "Bring yourself, and your smile. That is enough for me." ...you were not going to take that as the final verdict, thus began your journey to create a gift he was surely going to enjoy.

His birthday came upon you, and your gift was finally completed. You did not hesitate to rush over to Diasomnia for the celebration, bringing over two things; A homemade ice cream cake, and your gift box. The cake was pretty much the start of Malleus's excitement, ice cream cakes exist?! It wasn't common in Twisted Wonderland much to your surprise, so sharing your handmade cake with his enjoyment of icecream implemented already sent him over the moon. The joy that was written all over his face was the easiest text to read, soon pouring out of his mouth in a theatric novel after unwrapping his second gift from you- two gargoyles. They were miniature and made for décor less than actual function, however, his excitement seemed to explode off the tip of his tongue.

His bright green eyes were sparkling, his mouth ajar, and a blush painted across his pale cheeks.

"It's us! See, one has your horns and the other-" Malleus immediately wrapped you into his embrace, much to the protest of Sebek nearby, yet the smiles of amusement of Silver and Lilia quickly hushed the student. It seemingly seemed the words held inside had burst at the seams, and Malleus had begun setting free the things he had been eager to share for some time now.

"I am in pure infatuation with you," Malleus blurted out, "I have not received a gift so heartfelt and beautiful," it almost sounded like he was holding back tears of happiness.

"Two gargoyles representing you and I, shall I take this as a declaration that you wish to be my pair?" He did not await your response, the tall fae was already shooting off at the mouth. "I reciprocate. Your beautiful craftmanship will forever be my treasure, next to you, of course." You could not hide the clear redness from your face, and the dumb smile that planted permanently at his sudden confession.

"it's about time!" Lilia laughed, "Now, let us celebrate not only our prince's birthday but also the union between these two lovebirds!" Malleus pulled away from the hug and smiled again at the gargoyles you intricately designed, turning to face his dormmates.

"Yes, let us resume the festivities. We shall celebrate all night long, this will be a birthday well worth remembering. Come now, my dearest." Setting down the Gargoyles in a safe place, he grabbed hold of your hand dragging you into the joyful celebration <3

Happy birthday, Malleus!!

[faithisyours]

Asleep in the Library | Drabble

Azriel x Fem!reader

Summary: Azriel finds you asleep in the library, so he takes you to bed

Warnings: none really, reader and Az are mated, pure fluff

Word count: 900

A/N: Hello brethren I’m back with some Az fluff that will hopefully rot your teeth. I hope you all are doing well. Anyway, enjoy!

It had been a long day. You had dragged yourself through meeting after endless meeting, only wanting one thing. You had started a new book last night, and it was good. Really, really good. All you wanted to do was curl up in the library and continue reading. The weather was perfect for it, rainy and cold, with no chance of letting up soon. It was like the Mother knew all you wanted to do was read, and she taunted you with the ideal weather for it. But your duties came first.

Finally after hours and hours of listening to Rhys yap, you were free. You grabbed your book from your room and made your way to the library, stopping briefly in the kitchen to make yourself some tea. The library was the ideal place to read. Soft leather couches around a blazing fireplace, with windows big enough to see Velaris and experience the weather without having to be in it. It was perfect. You curled yourself into one of the couches and got to reading.

Your book was so good, but those meetings had taken their toll, and eventually you couldn’t help but nod off, soothed to sleep by the pitter-patter of rain. And this was how Azriel had found you, curled on the couch, your half-drunk cup of tea gone cold. The book you had been reading was about to slip from your fingers, and there was a shadow of goosebumps dusting your skin.

Azriel had come into the library looking for a new book to read, but when he found you, his mate, he stopped short. He didn’t want to wake you and tell you to come to bed, although it was getting pretty late, but instead grabbed a thick blanket off the side of another couch and pulled it over you. He also gently pulled the book from your hands, in fear it would soon fall and the noise would wake you up, and marked the page you were on.

Satisfied with what he had done, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead and turned to go find a new book. But you had stirred slightly, and reached out a hand and grabbed his wrist right as he had turned to leave. You pulled him back towards you, although weakly, but he complied.

“Whatime issit?” you slurred sleepily.

“Nearly 10:30 at night, my love,” he replied.

“Welll, why'd you leme sleep s’long?” you asked, starting to wake a bit more.

“I didn’t know you were down here, darling.” he said, crouching down in front of you. You grunted in response.

“Take me to bed, Az,” you wined, shifting onto your back to get a better look at him.

“As you wish,” he replied, and scooped you up. He also grabbed your book from where he had put it on the coffee table, and made his way to your rooms.

He set you down gently on the soft linen sheets of your shared bed and turned to go get changed into his pajamas. You opened your eyes just enough to see your mate through the open door of the bathing chamber. He was shirtless, his tanned tattooed skin gleaming in the fae light, his sleeping pants hanging low on his hips. You opened your eyes a bit more to get a better look.

He caught you staring, giving you a sly smile. He walked back into your bedroom and leaned over you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. “Are you not going to change,” he asked, an eyebrow arching.

“I’m too tired,” you said half-heartedly, “can you do it?”

“Of course, my love,” he replied smoothly. He went over to your dresser and opened the top drawer, then proceeded to rifle through it until he found what he was looking for. He shut the drawer and turned to you, presenting one of his shirts that you stole and now occasionally sleep in. He always acts mad that you stole the shirt, but you know he loves it when you wear it.

He walked back over to you and sat on the side of the bed, then gently pulled you to sit up. He dragged your shirt up and over your head while you lifted your arms for him. And then he leaned close, arms going around to your back, as he unhooked your bra and pulled it off you. He gave you a small kiss on the cheek before pulling away.

He replaced the garments he just took off with the stolen shirt, then moved on to your bottom half. He took your socks off first, making sure to put them in the hamper that sat in the corner of the room, then unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down your legs.

You lie there in a state of in between sleep and awareness, admiring your mate taking care of you. Finally your pants came off, which made Azriel’s job done. He got up, walked around the room turning the lights off, then crawled into bed next to you. You cuddled into his side, already half asleep from earlier, and drifted off to the sight of Azriel reading your book in the soft glow of fae light next to him.

[antebunny]

a guardian is gained

[part seven of my fae!Tim AU. masterpost here]

~

Tim celebrates his new-found 75% of freedom by running away.

He returns to Wayne Manor, of course, maybe six hours later. But for one beautiful five-hour window Tim needs to be alone and so he flees, unthinking, to the streets of Gotham. Subconsciously heading to the last place he ever felt free. It’s been three long years since Tim roamed the rooftops at midnight, but the wonder and magic has not faded. It’s Tim who changed, his naivete destroyed and childhood joy annihilated. 

“Seventy-five percent. Every summer. Every summer.” Tim commiserates with the roof. The roar of the ventilator drowns out his voice; ideal when he’s trying to be totally alone. 

It’s exactly the deal that Tim would have made. In fact, he’d been planning on going to the Unseelie Queen with a similar deal. Since he’d fulfilled three out of four requirements, he ought to have three-fourths of his life to himself. I will spend one-fourth of my life with you, he’d practiced in the mirror, and his reflection, still a little out of step, nodded in approval. Then Batman returned with the news that he’d gone ahead and made the deal on Tim’s behalf.

Logically, Tim should be glad that Batman went to the Unseelie Queen for Tim. He only sort of believed that Batman found him useful enough to keep him around. If Mr. Wayne went out of his way to make a new deal with the Unseelie Queen just for Tim, he must value Tim more than Tim had thought. Yet for the first five hours after finding out, Tim allows resentment to fester and explode on that dirty old Gotham rooftop.

“I would’ve done anything! ANYTHING!” Tim punches the wall and immediately regrets it. His rage does not fade but his knuckles burn. What would Tim not do to make Batman love him? “What did Jason do? What did they do, huh?”

Sunset breaks the sky into orange and blue slices. Tim slips off the roof and into the emergency fire escape. All liminal spaces, such as sunsets and sunrises, are opportunities for the fae to cross over. There are no members of the Unseelie Court who Tim particularly desires to see at the moment, so he has no wish to be caught underneath the barren sunset sky. 

“What do they have that I don’t?” Tim curls up against the fire escape railing and weeps. 

If his parents were dead, would Batman have accepted him? Was it his association with the fae? But Jason was given a new life by the fae, and Batman welcomed him back with open arms. So what was it? Why could Batman not bring himself to love Tim?

Eventually Tim runs out of tears. His well of self-pity dries up, leaving behind the cracked, caked foundation of disgust.

“Stop sniveling,” Tim tells himself firmly. “You were here to trick your way in, and Batman knew that, of course he didn’t like you.”

Tim picks himself off the fire escape and clambered down to the asphalt below. By the time he makes it back home to Wayne Manor the sun has long since set over the horizon. He finds the Wayne family halfway to panicking, worried about Tim because he left without any way of contacting him. And Batman is the only one who knows what upset Tim enough to make him run away. He’s left telling the others about Tim’s new deal up to Tim. Perhaps the first pure act of kindness he’s done for his new ward. 

Of course, Tim can still slip through shadows like nobody’s business, and even before he was fae, he was never afraid of the dark. Only the things that lurk in it. Now that he is fae Tim knows better to waste his fear on imaginary problems. But the Waynes forgot, at least temporarily, that he is fae. The thought delights and terrifies him. 

Tim won. His place in the Wayne family is secure. Yet even as Tim slips into his spot at the dinner table, a happily-settled cuckoo in the home of the Bats, a seed of resentment lingers.

~

This is to certify that the undersigned, TIMOTHY DRAKE, is the legal ward of BRUCE T. WAYNE. 

Tim, though he has no knowledge of human legalese and last went to school at age nine, reads the official document over and over. His gaze skitters away from two signatures at the bottom. Jack Drake and Janet Lynn Drake. He can’t bear to look at them, yet still he wonders: did they ask for hush money or did they simply sign their parental rights away?

Eventually, Tim slides the paper over the desk back to Batman. He keeps his head down, but Batman places both hands flat on the wood surface so they’re visible to Tim. How strangely thoughtful, he marvels, then banishes the thought. Part of Batman’s job is to analyze every person and situation and react accordingly. Of course he knows that Tim is scared of him. It’s just that Tim hadn’t expected him to do anything about it. 

Batman clears his throat. “You need to sign your name.”

Of course. Tim’s cheeks redden. He ducks his head even further, hiding Batman’s face which is surely judgemental from view. One arm snakes out and pulls the document back to his side of the table. With one of Batman’s fancy pens, Tim carefully writes his name on the indicated blank space. He wants to mimic the pretty scripts of the other signatures, but he has not yet learned cursive.

When he finishes, Tim sets the pen down and swallows. “Thank you, sir.” He remembers his manners, even if he cannot raise his voice above a whisper.

“Don’t thank me,” Batman rumbles. “And.”

Tim finally chances a glance up, in time to catch an awkward half-smile on Batman’s face. It looks painful.

“Don’t call me that.”

Tim drops his eyes to the table. “Then what would you like me to call you, s–uh.”

“I am your legal guardian now. You may call me Bruce.”

~

Bruce files Tim’s papers next to his documents for Dick and Jason. It doesn’t feel right to set Dick’s legal guardianship next to Tim’s when Dick is his son (in his head, at least) while Tim is a rescue. But they were all rescues at some point, and Bruce is beginning to suspect that Tim’s case may be more like his sons than previously thought.

It was depressingly easy to pay Jack and Janet Drake to sign away guardianship rights for a son they hadn’t had in years. Bruce imagines that the real Timothy Drake had a difficult life when he was alive. But the Drakes’ public story of a freak accident and a young boy dying far too young quickly falls apart in the face the Drakes’ behavior. Specifically, their lack of surprise at the idea that their son might be alive. Bruce has a lot of investigating to do. But first, it is important to make sure that Tim settles in with a stable home life. School, vaccinations, optometrist appointments; Bruce had not missed the chaos of acquiring a new child.

And this one is somehow proving the most difficult one yet.

~

“I don’t wanna go back to being Robin.” Jason announces this at the dinner table one night. Despite his confidence, he eyes first Dick and then Bruce warily. “Can’t do it. Not my thing anymore.”

Tim, who has been eagerly awaiting the night Jason returns to his streets, is ashamed to say that his jaw drops. 

“Okay,” Dick says easily. “I understand. Trust me, I understand. What are you going to do now?”

But before answering, Jason waits on a response from Bruce. He won’t say so, or even show it overmuch, but he picks at his food with his shoulders drawn up high and stubbornly stays silent.

Bruce sets his fork down. “Alright,” he says slowly. “Jason, is your physical therapy–”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. I’m doing great. I just…I’m done with Robin. I loved being Robin but I’m not it anymore. I was thinking, actually, uh.” And here Jason side-eyes Dick obviously. “Maybe it should be passed down to Tim. I mean, if he wants it.”

“That’s a great idea!” Dick declares. He turns to Tim, all sunshine and smiles. “Timmy, whaddya say?”

And there was really only one answer Tim could give to Dick Grayson asking him if he wants to be Robin.