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HE'S OUT OF HYV'S BASEMENT ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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Sooner than what I expected, I reached 1k followers. It's been I think almost 3 years since I began posting stuff here and I'm glad I did. I love writing my silly stuff, and seeing people enjoy it really means a lot to me. Thanks everyone for showing your support 💗 I hope I can keep on sharing things you'll all enjoy.

I don't know what to do to celebrate it, honestly. Suggestions are welcomed with open arms.

P.s. i wanted to attach an image with like hearts or stuff to convey my thanks but all i got are these type of images 💀

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︵ ☆ Malleus NSFW Alphabet (S-Z) Pt. 3

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: AFAB body reader. Brief cervix stuff mention. ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: i know cervix stuff irl is not that pleasurable to most, but in smut, i like it :D | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . TWST MASTERLIST | PART 1 | PART 2

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You could try outlasting him if you’d like to, although it’s more likely that you’ll tire out before he does.

He’ll last as long as you want it to last; energy’s not a limitation. If you’re in the mood for more than one round, he’s up for it.

That’s under normal circumstances. When he enters his rut, however, it’s another story. Just once isn’t enough. If you’re giving him a hand (or more than that), be prepared for a long night. For several days.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

In terms of technology, Malleus is not what you would think of as careful, considering how often he breaks his phone and Tamagotchi. If he owned a toy, it would meet the same fate as those.

Besides, he doesn’t deem toys necessary. His hand gets the job done.

This reasoning goes in hand regarding the use of a toy on you: unnecessary. Why would he use that when his fingers, his mouth, and his dick can provide you with pleasure. His cock is big enough to give you the stretch you crave, the warmth you seek that a measly toy won’t provide.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Most of the time, he’s pleasing. Giving you what you need.

When he’s not, he’s cruel. You aren’t sure whether he uses that excuse of wanting to wallow in you to prolong your suffering, or he means it. When you need him to go faster, to ravage you… Instead, his pace is unhurried, gripping your hips with decided strength to keep you in place, not letting you buck your hips to reach that orgasm that’s just there but not quite…

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

For someone that’s not experienced, he controls his volume well. Even when he speaks, his voice is collected. During sex, he’s not loud, but each groan is like a reward. They’re so pleasant to listen to. His words might stutter a bit when he’s exerting himself, but he keeps it low.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sometimes he gets an urge to bind your hands. For you to grant your pleasure to his mercy. To see how far he can push before you start begging him to let you orgasm. Or, on the contrary, if you're bratty, he wants to see for how long you can keep it up.

If he can be a menace when in bed under normal conditions...if you willingly let him tie your hands to the bed post, be prepared for a long night.

X = X-ray

Even if you’re dripping wet, it can be a bit of a challenge to take it all. It stretches you in a way unlike anything else you’ve tried before, and you could soon find yourself unsatisfied if you try to find that same feeling with a toy or your hand. Even by fae standards, he’s above average in size. Once you get used to his length, you’ll feel the tip stimulate your cervix.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Since his feelings for you grew to the point of no return, he finds himself thinking about you a lot more often. Those thoughts arise with more mild intentions, such as taking a stroll across campus with you to take in the true majesty of gargoyles, see how you take care of his pet Tamagotchi…the ideas spiral into something less idle and more salacious. He itches to have you underneath him again, to clutch your legs open while he seizes everything you have to offer, to worship you with kisses—suddenly, there’s a strain under his pants.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Malleus catches his breath faster than you do, and if he notices you’re drowsy, he’ll hold you and wait for you to fall asleep first. He’s still got energy left, so he stays awake a little longer than you do. He can’t fight back against somnolence when you look that placid in dreams, and after a moment, he falls asleep too.

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If i get lumiere ill write Xavier's nsfw alphabet too

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︵ ☆ Malleus NSFW Alphabet (J-R) Pt. 2

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: AFAB body reader. ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: when i wrote the first part i did notice my writing skills rusty T_T what dedicating your time to academic pursuit does to a mf i guess. this time, i felt like words flowed more smoothly :'D | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . TWST MASTERLIST | PREV. | NEXT

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not that he thinks it’s some sin or something like that, he doesn’t see much sense in doing it. His mind focuses on other things unless the sexual tension becomes overwhelming enough for him to relieve it. Much to his disadvantage, however, when you seep into his mind, occupying his thoughts that were reserved for concerns of less carnal nature, he finds himself not knowing how to feel about it.

Despite you being the reason he can’t retreat to Ramshackle’s isolated atmosphere anymore, he isn’t averse to how lively you’ve made it. You’re a synonym of trouble, one that is buoyant and vibrant, however. You occupy his thoughts more often than he’d like to admit.

He’s a bit confused on why, but that doesn’t deter him from stroking his aching cock to the thought of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Edging (giving), but he didn’t realize he’s into it until he noticed a pattern after a while. It wasn’t intentional the way he kept his movements slow and deliberate; it’s because he adores you and wants to take his time pleasuring you—that’s it, really. You grow needy, daring to thread your fingers into his hair and pull. He finds it amusing how you scrunch your nose and moan for him breathlessly.

To no one’s surprise: breeding. He has you pinned under him intending to breed you. It’s an instinct amplified by his draconian blood; he can’t help it. You get a handsome, otherworldly fae whose heart is devoted to you, and in return, you get bred. It kind of comes with the package.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere he knows no one will see. He doesn’t want anyone walking in on you because your bare body to him is a sight only he should have the grace to witness. His possessiveness oozes to that extent, too. When deciding where to do it, he must consider his status as a future king. If there’s evidence or rumors running around about the heir being improper in public, he could get into trouble.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear jewelry. The shiny mineral catches his attention. Beautiful, shiny mineral + you (also appealing to his eyes) activates a part of his dragon brain to go nyoom haywire. Also, considering he likes your neck itself, the embellishment of a necklace provides is, for him, as if you were offering yourself as a pretty present awaiting for him to unwrap. Many bite marks will result on your neck.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not fond of impact play, either receiving or giving. If it’s pain that gets you off, he can attain that through other means, such as biting and overstim.

Also, no sharing. The dragon part of his brain is averse to the idea of someone else touching you intimately.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Don’t be surprised if he’s a bit clueless the first time. Take your time to guide him, show him how and what you like; he’ll be more than glad to follow through, placing your pleasure as his priority when his mouth and fingers play with you. Be warned, though, once he has learned your weaknesses, he’ll exploit them.

When it comes to the other way around, you kneeling between his legs and stroking his cock, it doesn’t take much for him to orgasm. The novelty of the sensations you evoke with your tongue makes it relatively easy for you to attain that.

He’s more intrigued to find what makes you gasp and tremble, so he prefers to give you oral.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace tends to begin sensually, taking his time to savor you. He wants to cherish having you in his arms without fear of getting interrupted; he can demonstrate how much he thirsts for your warmth. He’ll take it slow at first. When the heat clouds his rationale, the pace quickens; that doesn’t stop him from showing tenderness during it, though. He’ll be holding your hand, a thumb caressing the back.

The pace roughens and becomes demanding when he’s jealous—yes, the future king of Briar Valley expresses such emotions—and it’s worse because that’s an emotion he’s not used to feeling. He’s a prince destined to take after a nation, a talented and powerful mage, and a student who excels. What is there to envy? Wait…what do you mean someone was courting you?

Good luck.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he sees you’re desperate, there’s a chance he’ll cave in. He prefers the sessions to be longer because 5 minutes aren’t enough to show you his love, but if you insist, he’ll please you. On the other hand, if he’s feeling like being a little tease, he’ll make you wait for it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you’re one to come up with suggestions repeatedly, he’ll look forward to your proposals. Malleus is intrigued by what you can come up with, and he’s open to your whims. Then again, true to a fae nature, he can be impish depending on your request.

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Post scheduled for later in the day.

After Malleus's alphabet, Rook's next.

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︵ ☆ Malleus NSFW Alphabet (from A to I) Pt. 1

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: AFAB body reader. ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: im feeling burned out from working on my thesis but since im almost done with them, i'll relax some days and obviously that means im going to write RAAAAAAAAHHHHG its not much but its honest work hahaha | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . TWST MASTERLIST | NEXT

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

You lay in bed, disheveled and catching your breath after you’re done with each other. His first instinct upon seeing you like that is to trail his lips across the marks left on your neck, your shoulders, and more places you can’t bother to check. He caresses your cheek, his fingers tickling your tender skin. You mumble something about wanting to take a bath and he holds you to take you there, nerves still tingly as you walk.

He ascertains the water is to your liking before guiding you in with him, and you take your place between his legs, your back smooth against his chest.    

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Naturally, he likes his horns. They’re a symbol of status among the faes, unique to the draconic lineage. He takes great care of them as much as he does with his hair and the rest of his body.

When it comes to you…

Major arteries are in human’s necks, headlining them as one of the favored spots to attack for any predator. Yet, you let your defenses down enough to allow him access, not only to kiss it but also to bite. This is a display of trust sure to make his heart ache with devotion.

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

It’s enough to fill up every crevice within you, and more. It drips down your thighs. There’s no way you couldn’t feel it. Malleus tries to maintain his wits while he’s rearranging your guts, but you don’t make that task easy, not when you cling to him like that. A vortex of longing and lust consumes him, and despite that effort to keep his possessive draconic instincts at bay, he concedes and pours inside of you every time.

Don’t let him see the way it trails outside of you; he’ll incline for a second round to make up for what slipped out of you.

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

He likes it when you caress his horns, not only with your hands, but your lips, too.

It’s unbelievable how fast his cock hardens when you press your lips there, lovingly kissing them the way you would his lips. The pleasure shoots right to his dick, you could make him come just like that if you wanted to. The contrast between a feature meant to represent power being used to unravel him with your affection is the reason he keeps it a secret.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

A sheltered prince who spent most of his life in the comfort of a castle, surrounded by other faes who bent to his every whim but kept a distance because of fear or respect, it’s unlikely that he’s had that type of intimacy with someone before.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press. Next question.

It starts with missionary, a classic position you can’t go wrong with and it’s practical. It’s ideal for him, he wants to witness your eyebrows crease from the pleasure, or when you bite your lip, throw your head back against the velvety pillows on his bed—he’s immersed in the sight.

By the time he notices, he’s already gripping under your knees and pushing them against your chest, or as far back as he can fold them. He’s tall and heavy against your physique, swallowing it with no effort.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You may think his stern expression comes from a place of boredom, but it’s the contrary. He’s entranced by every wave of enjoyment, your pleasure his priority with each movement…Although he’s not one to crack a joke during sex, if he notices you’re in a more humored state, he can be a bit cheeky.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Leaving his privates unattended means the hair down there will get out of control and it peeves him. He can’t help it, he was raised to adapt routines to make sure he’s presentable at most times and despite his pubes not being something that’ll be displayed to the public eye, they’ll be to yours. So, of course, he wants to be presentable to you in that way.

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

Malleus yearns for heartfelt intimacy. His view on sex isn’t limited to the carnal aspects, it means a lot more to him. You’re trusting your soft, squishy human body to his desire, unraveling your most sensitive parts to his ravenous need to prod and tease with his fangs and hands. Albeit the softness of his view, the way it canalizes into his actions…He embraces you, all the while he steals your breath away with the vigorous pounding he’s giving you.

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Mal arrived home safely 🙏

If I get Malleus's club card I'll write something

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If I get Malleus's club card I'll write something

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Late to the party but Lilia's loungewear pyjamas...

You slide your hands up his exposed thighs, the tips of your fingers under the shorts. At your touch, instead of closing his legs, Lilia opens them more and traps you with them, securing his calves around your waist. The pull makes you resort to use one of your hands to stabilize yourself, but the other's journey stays uninterrupted.

His playful glint doesn't waver when your hand reaches under his briefs, snaking beneath the fabric to palm his cock.

"You're needy today."

He teased. Of course, he would.

Your resolve didn't stagger, decided to not fall for his traps. You are the one in control here, you want it to stay that way.

"Not as needy as you. You're hard already."

Lilia grins and he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Oh, he—

When you lower yourself to kiss him, teeth nipping at his lips, Lilia twitches in your hand. He finds your attempt at taking the upper hand today cute, and he allows you to mainly for his own entertainment. He's rather expectant of how far he can push you before he flips the positions.

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HI GUYS OMG IM NOT DEAD IM JUST BUSY WORKING ON MY THESIS TT_TT

I want to write freaky ahh smut but nooo i gotta lock in and write a boring thesis TT_TT

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"Rest" he says. We won't be doing much of that

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︵ ☆ [commission] trapped within the dream

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: Afab body reader, smidge of biting kink, unprotected piv. ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: Lilia's no stranger to downplaying his pain. You won't allow it to go on for long. ᓚᘏᗢ WORD COUNT: 2.6k ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: My first commission!? OMG. I didn't realize how much I itched to write yet another one-shot with a part in which reader takes care of peepaw T_T Poor old man. Yana, let him rest! | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . TWST MASTERLIST

The smudge of blood across his cheek, his heaved breaths despite the effort to keep an upright posture, the weariness present in his eyes…No matter how hard Lilia forced himself to play off his exhaustion and pain, the toll the dream had taken on his body was distinct. You couldn’t imagine how replaying, in vivid detail, the treacherous path he had to walk to hatch Malleus’s egg and the biting words of The Senate made him feel.

It took every ounce of effort to not run to him and give him a hug the moment he regained consciousness in his dream. Despite this being nothing more than some sort of dreamscape caused by Malleus’s magic, the experiences you went through felt real. The life-or-death situations, your meeting with the imposing Maleanor, coming face to face with a stage of Lilia’s life that was fierce yet vulnerable at the same time; it was more than a dream holding you captive.

Thus, the reason your grip on Silver’s hand faltered when Lilia insisted on you escaping without him. He’d be trapped within this spiteful phase of his timeline. Lilia could pretend, all he wanted, that this didn’t affect him—or that he had come to terms with it—you couldn’t find it in you the will to desert him.

Silver held your hand. It was time to go.

“To the person I met someday, to the person I will meet one day,” he chanted his unique magic, and you came to terms that, if you wanted to stay with Lilia, this was your cue to take action.

This was a rash decision. It didn’t, however, stop you from listening to your gut feeling.

Before he could finish the last sentence, you jerked your hand from his, your heart thrumming in your ears as you did. In a split second, you glimpsed your classmate’s panic upon realizing what had happened.

“Prefect!” Silver outstretched his hand in your direction.

It was futile. The Corridor of Dreams had dragged them inside of it.

You and Lilia looked at each other with varying degrees of bewilderment.

Malleus’s distant whisper of Lilia’s name was enough to force you out of that trance. Proper for a general, he reacted fast to stop the situation from escalating again. Words weren’t necessary to understand that it was time to flee the scene. His hand encountered your frigid one and dragged you with him.

Years of training made it easy for Lilia to dart from danger, regardless of his short stature. On your end, it was a challenge to keep up with his swiftness, diving into the complicated twists and turns of a capital you weren’t familiar with.

At some point, you stopped running. You rested your hands on the brick wall as you caught your breath, sweat dropping from your temple. In the meantime, Lilia looked for something, ignoring the obvious strain on his body.

“I don’t sense Malleus’s magic anymore,” Lilia said, panting. “I think he’s trying to figure out where Silver headed to.”

“Are we going to be okay?”

“We should be.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Prefect, what was that about?”

No amount of beating around the bush would save you from this one. You had to acknowledge your reckless decision.

“I’m sorry, Lilia, but after seeing everything that unfolded before my eyes, I just—” Your throat was dry, the weight of the situation heavy on your heart. “I couldn’t abandon you.”

He blinked twice, processing what you admitted.

“Oh, dear. You put yourself at risk for lil’ old me? If I hadn’t been certain I could handle this on my own, I wouldn’t have urged you to bolt out of this dream.”

Anger didn’t bubble up inside Lilia at your confession. How could he? Guilt did claw its way in. He was your senior; of course he would prioritize your safety.

“We witnessed those countless days you spent pursuing a way to hatch Malleus’s egg and how none of that mattered to The Senate.” It was impossible for you to not mutter their name between gritted teeth. “Seeing them berate you and treat you like you were nothing other than mud beneath their shoes…It was infuriating.”

Lilia wiped the tears that welled in your eyes, not allowing them to fall. His eyes found yours, with his hands firm on your shoulders.

“It’s been hundreds of years since that happened. It doesn’t matter anymore. I stopped caring about them the moment I held Malleus in my arms,” he whispered. “Come on now, it’s okay. If anything, this experience was more demanding for you than for me.”

Fed up with him trying to play off his pain, you didn’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around him. Lilia’s body became tense when you did, but he eased into your arms as seconds ticked by. He was slender, with just enough developed muscle to carry on with his duties as a general. You basked in his warmth, ignoring the slight discomfort of the beads adorning the side of his armor.

“For real, though. I wouldn’t put it past my general self to put you youngsters under a lot of stress,” he chuckled, his hands patting your back.

“Stop downplaying your feelings, Lilia.” It was your turn to grip his shoulders and retain eye contact despite the burn in your eyes. Even if taken aback, he listened. “I understand if you say it stopped bothering you years ago, but the baggage is still there. You’re not a dirty bat like those imbeciles said, and you were crucial in Malleus’s life.”

“I—”

“No, you’re going to listen.” You encased his cheeks with your palms. A glint of amusement ignited in his magenta irises, but he didn’t decline your sentiment. “You had reasons aplenty to turn down the request to hatch Malleus. But not only did you travel far and wide for its sake—you didn’t abandon him even after completing your pursuit. That’s proof of how nearsighted that Senate was. You’re so much more than the mud they wanted you to feel like. I could keep going on why they’re wrong.”

“You got your point across.” You could tell your heartfelt words affected him in a positive way. His gaze softened with gratitude. “Those ten years I spent in solitude, refusing to step near the castle, I came to the realization that I didn’t have the heart to turn my back to Malleus for any longer. Prefect…”

The sincere emotion with which he spoke forced you into noting your positions. There was a smidge of space between your bodies, and in the meantime you grasped his face, your faces were close enough for anyone to assume this was a couple’s intimate bit.

“Thank you. I’ll remember your words.” The appreciative expression morphed into his usual amused one. “You can stop squishing my cheeks now.”

Your face heated up.

“You’re very cute.” He laughed at the embarrassed way you tried to step away, apologizing for not heeding how hard you clasped your hands around his cheeks. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re trying to win my heart.”

It wasn’t the main reason…Although it was one of the reasons why you did this in the first place.

Lilia didn’t allow you to relax. He hugged your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m going to use teleportation magic, so you better hold on tight this time,” he teased.

“Okay!”

You stuck to him and shut your eyes close.

You didn’t feel more than a weird shift in your surroundings.

“We’re here. You’re adamant on looking after me, but you’re weary yourself too.” He let go of you to open the door to his cottage. “I must warn you…I left in a haste, and it’s quite messy inside.”

“As long as there’s somewhere I can plop myself on, I don’t care.”

You stepped inside, and the first thing your eyes landed on was clothes thrown on the backrest of the chairs and piles of letters on the little hall table by the door. You had been in Lilia’s room in NRC, and it was in a state of disarray like it.

The sound of Lilia undoing the innumerable number of belts in his armor cut your thoughts short. He unbuckled the ones wrapped around his arms, followed by the one around his hips. There was some domesticity about being alone at home with him, seeing him get comfortable. Would he take off his ponytail and allow his hair to cascade down his back? You wouldn’t handle that. You registered other sounds coming from him, which you, at first, ignore.

“—lie down?”

“Ah.” You regained your senses. You focused on him. “Sorry, what was that?”

“Hehe.” Lilia didn’t bother hiding the fact he was entertained by your reaction. “I said that I’m going to tidy up the place a bit so you can lie down.”

Lilia inclined forward to reach the belt around his leg. A sting stopped him midway. His pained vocalization prompted you to hurry to his side to check if he was okay.

“Oh, I guess Malleus’s magic did land on me after all.” Lilia’s eyebrows went up as you push the fabric up to reveal his abdomen. “No need to fuss over me. I’ve endured worse.”

“You don’t happen to have a first aid kit, do you?”

“Mm, nope. I used to let stuff heal on its own with time or seek help from fairies to heal.”

You didn’t waste any more time and made your way to his kitchen, finding a cloth to dampen it with water. This would make do for the time being. It was important to clean the filth surrounding the cut.

You dabbed the cloth around the wound. It wasn’t deep to the point it would need stitches, but you wanted to give a hand.

Lilia wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of getting taken care of. That didn’t stop his chest from warming at the sight of you tending to his wounds. This was a mere hitch; he could take care of it himself, yet it felt…nice, for a change.

With extra caution, you wiped the blood on his cheek off. It had been bothering you ever since you spotted it in the capital.

Given the proximity, you were aware of Lilia’s undisturbed observation on your face. You couldn’t ignore it any longer. Every thought and feeling urged you to confront these sentiments.

“I can’t remember the last time anyone tended to my wounds.” His lips curled into a smile that, if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought it was innocent. “What are you trying to do? Is there something you are expecting from me?”

His fingers enclosed around your awaiting hand by his cheek.

“All I want is to comfort you.”

“Comfort me?” He repeated, expecting every other answer but that one. The sincerity with which you replied fueled a need to toy with you a peg. “I see.”

His gloved hand grazed your cheek, mirroring the tenderness you wiped the blood off from his face.

“What a thoughtful creature you are,” he whispered, a thumb placed under your bottom lip. “I should reward you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat when he tipped forward, your lips an inch from his. A tickling sensation fluttered in your body, and you closed your eyes.

Softness landed on the very corner of your mouth.

“What is it? Were you anticipating more to happen?”

That cheeky bastard.

Sensing your oncoming disappointment, Lilia feathered a kiss on your lips. Another one. On your cheek again. He didn’t pull away like the first ones. The kisses trailed south. They tickled your neck, your pulse point, your collarbones.

Your soft laughter from the tickling escaped you, regardless of your efforts. The mood was playful with him to the point you left your guard down, and by the time you took note that Lilia had backed you towards the couch, it was late. It didn’t take him much effort to nudge you to lie on it and get comfortable on top of you.

“A good general never forgets the arts of stealth,” Lilia reveled in your surprise.

“I won’t let you get away with something like that again.”

“We’ll see about that.”  

The feather-like kisses didn’t come back—these were with the intention to steal your breath. You squirmed under him, fighting to breathe in between each ravenous kiss. He maintained your hands in place at each side of your head, his hips flush against yours. With each roll, it provided the friction you needed, the temperature in your body skyrocketing.  Wrapping your legs around his hips came like second nature, and in face of your lust in crescendo, Lilia delivered you the pleasure you sought.

Lilia helps you discard your clothes; you made work of his in no time.

Then, proceeded to squeeze your sides lovingly, nosing at your neck.

“Eek!” You jolted.

Lilia had dug his fangs into you when you least expected it.

Your response made him chuckle, which didn’t deter him from leaving a new mark on your collarbone. You wanted to be mad at him for surprising you, but the feeling of his fingers trailing in the direction of your cunt made you forget about it. A shiver raked your spine when his fingers slipped inside, the way he curled them stroked the right places.

Your hold around him tightened, panting against his skin as he fingered you slowly, savoring you.

Savor you in more than one sense. Those deft fingers abandoned you in favor of his mouth, licking them clean. His half-lidded eyes locked with yours, not shying from the provocative look he sent you.

“I think you need more preparation,” he teased. The slick trickling your inner thighs was proof of the contrary, and he knew it.

“I don’t,” you huffed in result to his obvious attempt to taunt you. You tensed your legs around him, guiding him where you wanted him to be. The head of his cock prodded your hole when you did, and Lilia gripped the base to inch inside.

A sigh made its way past his lips, testing the waters with steady forward and backward movements. You, however, couldn’t unglue your sight from the scars littered across his chest, to which you didn’t hesitate to bring him closer to kiss them. When you did, you earned a gasp from him, taken aback by your affection.

“Hehe, aren’t you a cheeky one, too?” Lilia’s face became flushed.

“I’m not done.”

No single scar left unkissed, at least the ones you could reach. The tenderness of your actions further kindled Lilia’s desire, speeding his thrusts. Your body knocked back and forth from the strength of those restless hips, awarded to his sighs and groans of pleasure right next to your ear. Although in a faint manner, you registered his hands abandoning your hips in favor enveloping his arms around your waist, using the newfound position to latch you in place and take him.

Faster than you expected, your orgasm wrecked every fiber of your body—snatching every thought and you couldn’t do anything else other than tangle your hand in Lilia’s disheveled hair. At your tug, Lilia gave an appreciative grunt, followed by his own climax forcing him to a stop.

A quiet Lilia was a rare occurrence. Albeit this uncharacteristic silence was pleasant. Returning to his playful nature, Lilia feathered your shoulders with kisses, and you couldn’t hold from smiling.

Said smile dropped when his fingers sought a certain spot…

“Lilia—” you managed to blurt out. Lilia tilted his head in question. “You must be tired. Don’t you want to rest?”

“Me? Rest? This dream has provided me with the vitality I have lost,” his thumb circled your clit. “I’ve never felt this energized before, and I intend to take advantage of it.”

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his vermingins....

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ᓚᘏᗢ About commissions

Hi! If you’re reading this post, it’s possible you’re thinking about commissioning me. Or not. Maybe you’re doing the equivalent of window shopping? That’s fine too!

Before your purchase, first send me a private message through this blog so we can discuss what exactly you’d like me to write for you. To commission, you MUST be 18+, even for SFW pieces. Please make sure your age is visible either on a pinned post or bio. Thank you 𖹭

I can write: Fluff, smut, angst, gore, yandere, and any AU.

I don’t write: Zoophilia, scat, underage, dd/lg, sounding, emetophilia.

Fandoms I write for: Genshin Impact, Twisted Wonderland, Lovebrush Chronicles, HSR, and LaDS. I removed IkeVil and WHB from this list because I haven’t kept up with those games as of late.

PRICING… 𖹭

Every 1,000 words corresponds to $5USD.

You may either choose to commission the 1,000-word slot or the 2,000-word slot on my KOFI . Make sure you throughly read the slot's information. If you’d like to commission a piece with a higher word count, then you’d have to send a personalized amount through KOFI or PayPal.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION… 𖹭

About payment...

I only accept payments through PayPal or KOFI. You may decide whether you want to pay the full price up front or half. I'll start working on the commission upon receiving at least half of the payment.

How long will it take you to have a commission ready?

It depends on how long your commission is and how specific your request is. The clearer you know what you want to read, the better. 

What platform will you upload it to?

You'll be the first person to have access to the document, which will be shared through Google Docs.

After you have received the finished one-shot(s), I'll upload it to Tumblr and/or AO3.

Can I keep my commission private?

If you explicitly ask me not to upload it, the one-shot(s) will remain private (meaning I won't post it anywhere). I do, however, reserve the right to post a small portion (around 400 words) in case I need to share an example of my work with future commissioners.

Don’t hesitate to ask if there’s something you’re unsure about ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

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Lilia smut scheduled for next monday

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First of all HELLO!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

I'm here to ask if your writing comms are open? Because I found your Lilia pieces a while ago and I have not been able to get them out of my mind since, and I just now saw that you do writing comms. So here I am!

I didn't know if your ko-fi was still active so I came to your inbox instead ;u; if they're open I can tell you what I have in mind and see if it tickles your fancy? Though I can tell you it's Lilia centric lmfaojfjfg have a good day/night!!

HIII Happy new years!! 🎉

I've been open to commissions for quite a while already; I've just been postponing posting an actual announcement about it 😭 But in short: yes, I'm taking commissions.

Ah, Lilia. His 158cms/5'2 frame owns my heart. I'll gladly write a Lilia centric fic! Feel free to send me a private message here to chat about the details n_n

The prices you see on my ko-fi are the ones I'm currently taking. Every 1k words are 5USD.

Also, thank you for your kind words. Glad to be of service to Lilia enjoyers 🙏