#maledictus maleficus

[duunswitch]

@maledictus-maleficus

"Can you get me the jar from the top shelf in the kitchen? I can't find the stool. It's the one labeled vampire dreams."

[lunarscaled]

"Two vengeful bitches who should not be talking to each other."

[rake-rake]

@maledictus-maleficus

“ The multiple failed assassination attempts against me have helped build both character and self esteem. ” [ Arturia to Merlin. Is she being sarcastic? God only knows. ]

Unhinged comedic relief.

"Have they."

The question seems rhetoric and less than enthusiastic, her focus on the end of her staff instead, wiping off blood with a wet rag and the patience of who'd done the same countless times before.

"I suggest you get used to them. Sleep with Caliburn under your blankets and a knife under your pillow if you must. Such is the way of the noble knight and his broad, exposed back. Trust no one, not soldiers, not knight, not mages, not yourself. Remember that, yes? I would earn quite the scold if you end up dead."

[zorkaya-moved]

maledictus-maleficus

winter vc counter argument. a real top knows when to let a lovely lady take control.

"So you are just letting me take control, Ayden...? I thought you liked it when I was on top..." She knows what he meant, but she also is in a playful mood.

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continuation from this ask with @maledictus-maleficus

The first thing Nunnally noticed was how oddly suiting the man was for the season. She was not really able to define why she thought so, but he brought her the feeling of the season. Of winter and Christmas and it brought, perhaps an involuntarily, smile on her lips.

The second thing that puzzled the girl were his words – “Predicament…?” – she repeated somewhat sheepishly – “What do you…” – Nunnally did not finish speaking the question as she noticed the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling; realizing the custom it implied, her cheeks covered in the soft pink. But despite this, her voice was calm, yet slightly playful, when she replied the man that so unexpectedly addressed her: --

 “It seems we have either the choice of kissing or bringing bad luck for us next year. And perhaps even ruining the holiday season right now. I do not think I would put myself in the position of challenging my prosperity next year, so I guess the choice is obvious for me…unless you’re more adventurous, Sir…”

She laughed…

“But I may I ask for your name first?”

"The meaningless kiss on the cheek should not be a problem, right? After all they were attending the same event."

[duunswitch]

She doesn't say anything about it, but the look she gives him speaks volumes even as she leads the way to their purchased room. It's at least clean, which she decides is the most important part of the experience, and the bed looks comfortable enough.

...The only bed.

Laoise pointedly puts that thought of her mind, taking a breath as she stepped into the room. "You wait here." She pointed to the space directly in front of the door leading to the facilities. "I am taking a bath."

If he wanted to play guard dog he was welcome to it (she could appreciate having one!), but she wasn't letting him bully his way into standing there while she was bathing.

" Alright. " He personally had no preference, but Laoise's preference mattered more. He was not particularly concerned with threats (wasn't the the most threatening thing here?), but sleeping outside couldn't be good for her health. He wasn't expecting much, but surely the bed would be large enough for both of them?

" Hm. I know you wanted two rooms, but it seems like they only have the one. " Only after you threatened the innkeeper with your terrifying expression, you beast! You really can't stand to have her out of your sight for even a second, can you?!

" How regrettable. I will make up this shortcoming soon, I promise. " The only thing regrettable here is you.

[azurescaled-arch]

NSFW Prompts || Selectively Accepting! @maledictus-maleficus

Now, Izumi wasn't shy by any means, after all, being as long lived as they were, partners had come and gone many times. Still, it's a bit of an odd situation when it came to things like this with someone he knows a bit better than a one night stand. Still, what with Ayden being cold, and them being cold-blooded, they suggested a cuddle by the fireplace. Sure, it was nice being with someone, but Izumi wasn't much good at warming others up. They breathed lightning, not fire. So, it was just supposed to be a nice time by the fire, staying warm and occasionally chatting.

[Supposed to...]

Then Ayden had to go and take care of work. Not that Izumi was the type to enjoy being a distraction, but...They're not exactly completely innocent either. So, they followed him to the office, watching as he worked. They had pouted a bit before, but...Maybe this was the perfect way to get their revenge.

"Never let it be said that I wasn't one to go for what I want."

Without any notice, Izumi walked around Ayden's desk, resting their hands on his shoulders, slowly massaging them.

"Izumi? I figured you would've stayed by the fire to keep warm."

Izumi's lips curled into a smile, pressing kisses to his neck, uncaring of how cold he actually happened to be.

"I think I have a better way..."

Izumi 's smile widened, before they walked around so that they stood in front of Ayden, before pressing another kiss to his neck before unbuttoning his shirt, trailing kisses down all the while. They looked up at him, hands working on unbuckling his belt and once that was done, they palmed at his crotch, enjoying the feeling of his growing arousal.

"Now, I've barely touched you, but you're already so turned on...Perhaps you've been too focused on work, hm, Master?"

They worked on removing his underwear, a pleased hum leaving their lips as they freed his cock, it didn't take much time for them to slide their tongue along his shaft, before taking him into their mouth. They also felt fingers tracing through their hair, before the grip tightened slightly.

"If you're going to be so impatient, don't be a tease about it."

Izumi looked up at him with an almost innocent gaze, but they knew exactly what they were doing. Nor did they regret it one bit...They kept up a slow, but steady pace while giving him a blowjob. Stroking what wasn't in their mouth, and resisting the urge to touch themselves while doing so. Despite his usual cold body temperature, there was a pleasant warmth from Ayden's cock in their mouth. Coupled with the fingers tracing through their hair...Well, they could honestly get used to this.

They would've continued their current pace, but it seemed that they were instead placing their hands on the inside of Ayden's thighs as he pushed their head down, causing their eyes to widen in surprise, and a surprised noise to come from them, but they had no difficulty in taking Ayden all the way into their mouth. They do their best to give a glare up at the man, who simply smirks back at them.

"What? You were the one who started this, no need to play coy, I-zu-mi."

Sometimes they wondered just why they allowed this man to tease them to no end. Though again, they made no effort to actually stop, and if they were really uncomfortable with the whole situation, Ayden would've immediately stopped and asked if they wanted to continue...So, there was that.

"Mm..."

They already feel their arousal growing, and well, they can't quite resist slipping one of their hands into their pants and beginning to stroke their own cock. And they already feel Ayden's smirk.

"Giving me a free show as well? You're far too generous for your own good, Izumi."

Izumi's focused on pleasing him, uncaring of their own pleasure for the most part, but they also know Ayden's the type to go after them when they've finished with him. If there's one thing they can say, Ayden's never been selfish with being a lover in the first place. It's part of why they liked sharing a bed with him every now and then. They pick up their pace slightly, bobbing their head faster, and hear Ayden hiss softly, his grip has loosened enough for them to pull their head up, taking him out of their mouth with a wet pop.

"Try not to be so smug, Ayden. You can't exactly complain about me getting handsy since you left a perfectly good fireplace cuddle to go and work. You can't be mad at me for wanting a little bit of attention. Besides, I was hoping to have your full focus, which is working so far."

They lean back down slightly, swirling their tongue around the tip of his cock, looking up at him before placing a kiss there, languidly stroking him as they wore a smirk.

"Although, you must've been quite pent up if you're already this close...Though, I suppose I can't blame you...I've been quite pent up myself. But I was hoping to be a little more romantic about this. Alas, I'll just have to settle for keeping you occupied like this for now...But maybe you'll surprise me later, hm?"

They feel a soft shiver go down their spine as Ayden meets their gaze, smirking down at them.

"Depending on how nice I'm feeling...Maybe I'll give you warning before I do. Maybe not."

[Don't threaten me with a good time.]

Izumi took him back into their mouth, resting their hand on his thigh once more, and Izumi's stopped stroking themselves to focus purely on Ayden. Perhaps if he finished now...Maybe they'd take this back to the bedroom, or by the fireplace. Either was fine, given that they weren't picky at all at wherever Ayden decided he wanted them. They kept a faster pace this time, and feeling his fingers in their hair again, they note his grip is firmer, and when they look up at him, they see his chest rising and falling at a faster pace. He was throbbing ever so slightly within their mouth, but they knew he was close.

[Go on and finish for me, Master Ayden. I'll take all of it.]

Their diligence was rewarded as a gasp left the man's lips, and they feel him finish in their mouth. They silently thank themselves for the lack of a gag reflex. Due to Ayden's hips bucking slightly, pushing their head all the way down as they swallow all of his seed. Feeling his grip loosen from their hair, they bring their head back up, smiling softly.

"I certainly hope you enjoyed yourself, Ayden. Feel free to follow me if you wish for more, hm?"

[diivineray]

@maledictus-maleficus LIKED for a starter

                            𖤐🕯️₊‧⁺˖⋆ ―As her blood sugars plummeted suddenly, a result of exerting too much magic, she began to feel dazed and dizzy. ❛ I’m probably fine,�� she mumbles, ❛ but I also might be dead.❜  

[inseparableduo]

Winter is going to pick Darla up and carry her off!

"Hu?!" Darla had been minding her own business, asking someone to twist the knife when they stabbed her again. When she was suddenly picked up. Her wound had already healed. She looks up at her true assailant and glared at him, instantly annoyed.

"Where are you taking me?" She snapped. He better give a good answer, or she is summoning her sword and cutting off his hands.

[duunswitch]

definitely for winter/orion and le [ for the kid meme ]

Name: Dmitri

Gender: amab but probably a bit wibbly about it.

General Appearance: slaps down a picrew, let him have the heterochromia

Personality: very formal and polite in public but at home he's an absolute gremlin.

Special Talents: winter based magic don't worry about it

Who they like better: Mom

Who they take after more: orion. he's a charmer, he knows it and he's perfectly willing to use it. when he's younger he uses it to get extra snacks.

Personal Head canon: he 100% causes trouble and then, when mom comes to scold him for it, claims innocence and blames his dad for whatever chaos is happening

Face Claim: it'd be funny to say kid gilgamesh bc i apparently have those icons in my folders from a previous muse but i don't actually have one in mind

[dis--parity]

[ FEAR ]: [ for alex from sebastian. just because he feels like being a little mean. dw he probably won't actually hurt her. probably.. ]

Pinned to a Wall // Accepting!

『🔧』 Nobody could blame Alex for thinking she would be more prepared for being intimidated. The people she's loved and lost, the life she's survived through and left behind... all of it was characterised by overcoming fear, by triumphing over her own terror. In the hopeless void of loneliness, she took comfort in knowing someone who scared her as much as they scared everyone else; and in following their example, she used her own fear to break the vicious cycle of abuse.

She'd already paid the price for vanishing her fear. She never counted on it coming back. And yet, as though told in nightmares as a premonition, it returns all the same.

Fear finds her again as a sharply-dressed butler with an ungodly shine in his eyes. Anyone would find comfort in the fine silk of his gloves, if the hand that it adorned hadn't pressed her by the shoulder against the wall. She feels her heart leap into her throat when the slam of the opposing hand at the other side of her head rings out, keeping her there. Condemning her to the gaze of this... what was he?

That damned smile, creeping up onto his face, must have hid a set of fangs. It was just as sure as the fact that those eyes, sizing her up even now, hid intentions laced only with malice. And yet, as she feels like nothing more than prey, like a victim... her own brain decides to throw her a curveball.

She squirms as their eyes meet, her body cold with terror, yet... she doesn't even want to bring herself to look away. One free hand comes up, not to push him away - only to adjust his slightly-askew cravat. Logic and survival instinct abandon her as quickly as her optimism fled at the sight of him - and that's perhaps the only reason why the first words out of her mouth are...

"... hi. Hi there, uhm... what's your-... am I supposed to be turned on by this?"

[rake-rake]

"Haha, yeah. You've always been a right and proper one, haven't you? It's hard to believe you spawned from Uther's balls." he spits on the ground then, conveying exactly how he feels about that. The black spear spins idly in his hand.

"But see, as pleasant a man as my Master is, he leaves quite a bit to wish for on the war department. Not his thing, really. So I'm kind of calling the shots here instead. You know what that means, I trust? If I so wanted, I could face you right here and no one would stop me. And you, well... You don't have Rhongomyniad with you, do you, Saber?"

The insinuation is clear, the challenge. The unspoken <You only killed me because of the holy lance, and you don't have it now.> The <You are only alive because I haven't engaged you yet.>

"So! Why don't we chat for a bit instead? Depending on how that goes I might rip your throat off! But there are a few things I'd rather discuss before that!"

        Some things certainly remain unchanged. She can still smell the metallic tang of blood, hear the incessant buzzing of flies that swarm around death ... and that unnerving gaze, so powerful that could drive lesser men to the brink of madness—it all comes rushing back to her like a flood. Yes, she remembers it all as if it were yesterday. The form before her was indeed that of her Uncle. Britain's nightmare manifest.

        Her hand tightens around her invisible blade; her fingers tremble with anticipation, as if waiting for the moment metal would clash. Attempts at obfuscation would not work here. He knows exactly who she is, just as she knows him. Perhaps this too could be considered fate.

        “ There will be time enough for that later, I am sure. You should know I do not enjoy battle in the same way you do. ”

[zorkaya-moved]

[  ROUGH  ] [ from Ayden. Let them have fun I GUESS ]

@maledictus-maleficus

[  ROUGH  ]  *  our muses have rough, hard sex.

He was acting like a perfect lover, perfect father, perfect protector. Well, behind perfection, there was far more. Something that brought up the desire to be with him, closer than ever. The sensation fo danger and the sense of poer that will never hesitate to do something for his loved ones. Zarina was enamored by Ayden, without question. Her golden gaze followed him, love so obviously seen in those pretty eyes as she’d say his name in her melodic voice. The maiden of winter and Winter himself as if finally united after searching for each other for so long. She does not tremble in his embrace, her body loving the coldness and this closeness far more than anything. 

His voice, his gaze, his touch, and his love for her made her feel happy, delighted, and satisfied. The way he kissed her never stopped making her heart beat faster and her soul yearn for more. Another kiss, another touch, another whisper of her name. She was insatiable, she was longing, she was honest about what she wanted and what she wished for. As they shared their night together, she’d never push him away and always only brought him closer to herself, taunting and teasing Winter to have her as he wished for she was not a fragile statuette. No, her body withstood cold and frost, this body of hers that was tracing farther away from a mortal’s body when accessories would be taken off. For today, as a precaution, only four would remain on her: her choker, her small earrings, and her anklet. 

Her anklet… that looked so pretty dangling on her ankle as her leg was lifted to rest on Ayden’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around it to keep her close, unable to escape. The strong hold, the move of his hips, the delicious moans coming from Zarina herself. She lost count of how long they’ve been at it, her mind only knowing it’s been a while based on the wet mess where their bodies connected, that creamy white ring around Ayden’s dick was so perfect with how harshly he thrust into her. Her hands were tied to the bedrest that had to be enhanced by magic or she would’ve broken it apart with how much strength she got back from six accessories being taken off. Reinforcements were in order for today’s “holy night” as the snow was falling outside, covering everything in perfect white. As white as her skin was until now it flushed with shades of pink from how blood was rushing to her cheeks and ears, teary eyes staring with lust clouding that perfect gold at her beloved would only show how good he was at making her lose her mind. 

The wet sounds of his trusts were driving her as insane as the feeling of his hitting that sweet spongy spot inide her, his size making her see stars at each harsh entrance that would push out another cry out of her. With how he used her flexibility now, Sokolova could only moan and take it, unable to do anything with her hands aside from tugging on her restraints. She loved to see how he would fully pull him outside - only his tip remaining int he comfort of her heat - before slamming back inside, not caring about the harshness of his push. With each harsh slam against her, Zarina was worried he’d move her up the bed, but perhaps that’s why he held her leg so securely and tightly against his chest. 

It’s been so long, so long they’ve been at it. The roughness of his moves was making her dizzy, her puffy clit was aching from not being touched at all this round but she knew that Ayden wasn’t ignorant of that, simply waiting for the moment to bring his other hand, which pushed on her inner thigh to keep her legs spread out for him, up to start rubbing those circles with his thumb on her aching bundle of nerves. All to make her cry, all to make her sing for him once again, all to make him prove to her that she can handle more (as she herself would boast sometimes). The wet slaps were so filthy, so filthy it was hard to not concentrate on those sounds as Zarina would feel her back arch from the intense pleasure, unable to do anything but take it but it was arousing. It felt hot, each gasp was burning her lungs and her body was begging for more of this and more of him. So much more, she wanted him to paint her inside white with him cum and to brand her as his and only his every single night. The hickeys left already healed, leaving her skin pretty untainted canvas that begged to be marked over and over again. 

“Ay… den…!” Pathetically so, she tries to say his name in that soft whimper. The ever-confident and bratty Zarina was finally put down from her pedestal of cockiness. Her teary-eyed look was dreamy, a sight to behold. Fucked out of her mind and still wanting some more, her body clenching around his cock tightly as he would push himself all the way in only to remain inside, snuggled by her gummy walls. She’s so tight, so tight that it might hurt but the way her body trembled when he would press himself so close, the leg on his shoulder tensing as she’d let out a broken sob. She felt so full and spread out, he was reaching so deep inside and she could feel him throb inside her. Each veins against her drenched heat, each inch that he filled, each light move that would cause her breathe to hitch. Ah, she loved him, loved him, loved him. But why did he do that? Oh, he was a tease. She called his name, so he gave her the attention she asked for, begged for, yearned for. Who knew that riding his thigh and mewling for him to ruin her today would actually work out like this? “‘m so close…”

Finally, she felt the pressure on her inner thigh, which kept her legs open for him, lifted and she whimpered, feeling his hand travel up her thigh to let his finger trail on her lower abdomen. Right above where she knew he was deeply buried inside of her. His chuckle is heard in her dazed state, it was so gorgeous and she was so weak against it, but her cloudy gaze was all too concentrated on his hand. She missed his smirk and missed the dangerous gleam in those beautiful, sharp eyes of his. Zarina’s breathe hitched once again as Ayden would bring her right leg up to rest on his shoulder as well, creating a new angle for penetration. What did he say? Something about how they were still not done if she were able to speak?

“Ayden!”  Zarina felt a tear roll down her cheek as she’d screamed his name, the sheer force of his new set rhythm without any precaution caused her to forget about how to hold back her sound. Loud, lewd, and shameless were the sounds of their pleasure. From the sound of skin slapping against skin to the groans from Ayden to sweet mewls from Zarina. This angle, no, he hid that sweet spot over and over again, it felt to good, she was going insane. She already came several times, it’s proven by the way Ayden was so easily able to slip in and out of her. So fluid, so easy, so loose. “Please, please… I can’t…!”

Not that she cannot handle more, but she cannot hold back. Her voice is so pretty with that raspy tone to it, throat straining from all the sounds he dragged out of her. He isn’t holding back and it’s pure bliss, now mixed a bit with pain that only made everything better. For her. But she knew that there was something else, something else that was threatening to break inside and she never had any man or woman reach that state. No, no, no. The tight knot in her stomach was threatening to tear apart, it felt too good. And he was so relentless too, each thrust once again threatening to move her up the bed from their sheer strength but how prettily did her tits bounce with each move of Ayden’s, once marked with his bites and hickeys but now healed from any sort of mark. “Kiss me, please… please!” 

And oh, it was such a mistake to ask him for that in this position. With her legs still on his shoulders, he would bend down to press his lips against hers, not caring about how drooled from his rough rhythm from before. Her thigh pressed against her chest in this closeness, the angle changing into something deeper. So vulnerable, so open yet so constricted. It was hard to breathe like this, but Zarina eagerly answered to his kiss and opened her mouth to invite his tonguein, moaning into that kiss and grateful how it muffled her sounds as Ayden would start his rhythm again, but slowly in this position with his hands reach down to grasp the meat of her ass before one hand would deliver a smack to it. 

“Mhmm!” The stinging pain and the overwhelming pleasure caused her tears to spill down her cheeks and her body shake in and reached climax, but she liked it. Her mind turning white, her body reaching yet another orgasm, her walls clenching around his cock yet once again and begging to be filled with his seed. She liked this roughness, she liked his strength, she liked how he was able to turn her into this sobbing mess that begged for more. When their lips separated, the string of saliva only broke down when he’d say something to her, but Zarina’s mind was too clouded by the sensation of fullness and closeness that she vaguely only could answer to specific safe words exchanged between each other. “Green…” 

They could still go on.

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @maledictus-maleficus

She was impressed by the bow. And how natural it seemed for him. She instantly offered him a proper curtsy. It was probably unnecessary, but it felt proper.

“Nice to meet you Ayden. I am Nunnally.” – she smiled and looked at him after she was finished with the curtsy, and then let out a small giggle – “Not that I disagree with you on this matter, Ayden, but Christmas magic has some charm, doesn’t it? And…” – Nunnally paused looking around; a faint pink on her cheeks – “...and I think we would disappoint all the other guests that are awaiting us to honour the tradition if we were simply to part…” – she laughed again – “Not that pleasing the others should be our main focus.” – she pondered her next words before speaking – “But I think a friendly kiss would be a reasonable middle ground here. Yes, I am opting for a kiss. I’d rather not have the Christmas magic work against me, even if it does not exist.”

[ofthescatteredstars]

Dejin and Sebastian. Mainly because it would be fun to see Sebastian mess with him.

Suggest-A-Ship // Accepting!

"Please, I have enough experience with giving my life in service. Devotion is already what defines me, you see, and... well, it would hardly be right of me to demand more of it out of someone so interesting as you, would it?" "Ah, but it truly is no trouble, messere - for we have that in common, after all. So, please, worry not about imposing upon me, for this is what I am for. I have the honor to be your obedient servant - from now until forever."

That's how it begins; an all-too-familiar pledge of service, in exchange seemingly for nothing but the promise of his devotion. Eagerly would the rugged mercenary accept such a prize, so tempting and familiar, for what is a soldier with nothing to fight for? \

So easily is an old wound soothed with new love, new attention - and such tenderness in every move, it looked like! So quickly did the butler pick up on anything and everything he liked; his favourite foods, the activities he enjoyed most, even the right words to say for every single mood he might be in.

It was like something out of his wildest, most daring dreams.

And then, all of a sudden... it becomes too familiar. His most deeply-guarded hopes, his most treasured memories, the secrets he thought most closely-guarded lay bare in the mind of the butler. All that which was mistaken for a means of affection, another tool to prove his undying loyalty.

But then, if his whole heart and mind was bared to the butler, as he lay beside him each night, then surely...

"... this is a nightmare."

The question of whether it's worth it hardly holds water any more. In his rush to drown his only-too-fresh grief, he found himself lured like a shelled fish to the enchanting light of the anglerfish.

Could the same radiance he longed for yet be found, deep in the wolf's jaws?

[duunswitch]

"Well, today's kind of unproductive because it's Midsummer and magic's unpredictable today. But tomorrow I have some work if you really want to watch?" Not that she can think of why anyone would want to.

And she does get free access to the fae-adjacent for all the study! Consented, of course. Because it'd be rude otherwise. "Do you want the spare room or the couch? Both are equally terrible, I'm afraid. The room at least comes with a real bed."

Maybe she could get started on studying his magic tonight? He hadn't seemed to have any issues earlier, and nothing had gone wonky so he probably didn't use magic the same way.

Which sparked a thought and had her perking right up.

"Do spirits have a king or queen?"

         How could he not like it? With the way he acted, even a much simpler name would have sufficed. But it was clear she had put thought and consideration into the choice, which made it all the more precious. He clears his throat.

          " Yes, that was all. I shall otherwise be satisfied to remain by my name granter and watch your work. I suppose for me it is rather convenient you wish for the same. "