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“I don’t know, I just happened to be walking by and thought I heard whinnying sounds over here, and you’re the only one over here so... It had to be you, right?”

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Soft, slick, it was much easier to cut into Leona’s body in this spot with his teeth than it had been when he had bitten into his breast before. Still, it was tough unlike if he were to bite into something else with much less muscle. Leona was lean and his body was so fun to sink his teeth into. And his blood? Exquisite. If only he wasn’t so concerned about killing him, he would have started taking literal chunks out of his body, devouring him without a second thought. However, he was concerned with his life. Malleus didn’t want Leona to die even if it were at his own hands. Malleus would no longer have that annoying presence come to visit him anymore... That presence he welcomed halfheartedly if it meant that he could have semblance of a relationship with someone outside of those he knew most of his life or even their life.

Malleus enjoyed the taste in his mouth until the moment that Leona had surprised him once more by releasing himself from his bindings by sheer force despite ripping his skin more and he was pulled off of the new holes he created in his other leg. Once more, Malleus found himself scrambling a little as he was pulled off, although this time in a slightly more painful than last as nails were digging into his neck.

Despite the pain, however, it was quickly blossoming into something he wanted more of, goosebumps traveling down his skin as the king of fae hissed, his slit pupils glaring daggers in the direction of Leona even as he cut into his skin just under his eye. His breath only seemed to accelerate as the blood pooled and then spilled forth from the new wound on his face.

Ah, he did feel somewhat thankful that this was where Leona stopped, his eye being kept in tact even if slightly dangerous of a position that his claw was in beneath it.

Oh, but yes... Malleus knew he was also quite perverted in this situation, his tongue sliding out over the fingers that pushed themselves into his mouth for a moment. It hurt, the way he held onto his face like that... But, he was actually excited, stunned enough that he could not retaliate for now as Leona did as he liked. However, he could notice just how weak he was getting, and all the blood, despite how attractive it was, was getting to be a bit much. The guy was likely fighting through being dizzy just to prove a point which almost pulled a laugh from him until Leona was suddenly changing his position and pushing his face into his crotch.

“AH!” he exclaimed at first, his hands moving to press into the ground to push himself away from his dick, shocked his face even came in contact with it that once, only to pull more of a surprise to look as Leona slapped him with it.

“‘I-in-invited?’” he questioned, the word seeming lost on him for a moment, before he realized he was cracking another joke at people not inviting him to places... Inviting him to do anything... Now Leona was inviting him to ‘suck his dick’.

A growl of his own moved through his lips as his head moved, twisting it in the grip he had on his horns to look at him through messy hair, before it was twisting into something of a grin.

“Your jokes are truly in poor taste,” he commented back at him, a scoff of a laugh passing his lips. Although, again, he was reminded of his wounds when the sight of blood made itself known as his own dropped onto the groin of the lion from the fresh cut on his face.

“You look like you’re about to pass out, maybe I should fix that for you first?” he asked, one of his hands reaching out toward Leona’s arm just to touch his bloody bicep and dig his claws in before light was emitting from his touch, just to pull it away from him and leave behind a healed arm in its wake. Although, it was just the one before Malleus’ tongue was lolling out of his mouth and wrapping around Leona’s dick, constricting it with the prehensile appendage. The healing perhaps something of a distraction.

His tongue moved, slithering around what he had captured in its embrace as Malleus brought his head down further, taking the tip of Leona’s dick in his mouth without so much as a complaint in what was happening. His lips sealed around the spot around his tongue as well, the muscle flexing and rubbing against the underside while it also worked to tease half of the head’s glands with how he had it wrapped around him.

𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖊𝖘 ♥ of-thorns

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Lilia Vanrounge and his “sons” 💚

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In Reality, we're all Lilia Simps

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HAPPY FULL MOON SILLY BILLIES

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The heat, the warmth- Everything was going out of control. Despite having the conscious thought to tease Leona like this, Malleus found himself actually getting excited, a tight feeling slowly becoming more noticeable within his pants the more he ‘played’ with Leona. Although, it really did not appear he was alone in this as he was soon enough feeling evidence of Leona experience much of the same thing as he ground into him. A odd mixture of emotions welled within with this knowledge, both of disgust and arousal. The way Leona was looking at him now heightened this feeling, causing a fluttering feeling in his chest.

What was this? The look so predatory on Leona’s face despite still not having the upper hand here irked him but it was sill so pleasing to the eye. A challenge... They both wanted this. They both wanted to fuck the other, but how it would happen would only be told by time, although things were still very much in Malleus’ favor.

While he wasn’t intending to make it entire obvious, the moment Leona was able to free himself further from the thorny vine trap further just to get close to his face, a hot breath of his own passed blood coated lips. Malleus’ frame froze for a moment as Leona actually decided to taste him, feeling his tongue move over his jawline and then behind his ear...

He shivered.

Simply unable to stop himself from doing so and expressing his desire so openly, biting back a moan as his tongue teased his ear and then bit his earlobe. It was the latter action he couldn’t help himself even further, his body twitching as he took in a audible breath.

...But those words. Those words he spoke snapped him out of his haze of impression. Hues of green narrowed to glare at him throwing his weight into his arm to pin him to the ground again, holding him down by his sternum with a hand that was quickly being coated in blood as well just as its twin had.

“Help? What would I need your help for? I’ll just take what I want from you. Your body surely seems to not have any objections to my ideas,” he spat with venom, his now free hand moving down to grip the other man through his pants, “How perverted of you. Do you get off on being put in a helpless situation?”

Malleus looked toward the hand that was now pinned against his neck, a smirk slipping onto his face, that must have felt great for him, those thorns cutting fresh wounds into his body... Malleus could take it all in so well if Leona would just stop moving.

“I’ll make this mine for the night... This body that seems to crave my touch...” he almost whispered, taunting as he groped him through his pants in a more gentle fashion than when he had grabbed him before. That was, until he moved his hand once more and gripped the hem of his pants, going ahead and ripping them further from his body in order to see what exactly lay underneath despite it being quite obvious.

“No saving these things, huh?” he teased softly, gripping Leona’s free leg after having adjusted his body enough to access it, beginning to push it up and expose his lower half to him further. He didn’t have too much time to be able to admire his body as he already knew that Leona was going to fight against him. And with that in mind, Malleus brought his head down once more, biting into his thigh.

𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖊𝖘 ♥ of-thorns

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Writing porn from Scar's POV, Huh? Weirdooo

Jk, love u

OOC: trying to write my replies with my roommates...

So I loosely described twst to my rooomates who know I’m a sinner but they didn’t know I’m writing Malleona smut

Roleplaying TWST according to my roommates, J &A : J:”Can I get two mickeys” Mufasa chuckled. J: Wait you’re scar right? J: “Scar chuckled darkly.” A: Ok but if you don’t have him say “Be prepared” before you fuck someone what’s  the point? J: WAIT THIS IS A SEXUAL THING? Me: NO BUT ITS NOT LITERALLY- J: YOURE WRITING PORN AS SCAR FROM DISNEY J: YOU’RE A GRoWNn WoMWNANAN A: yeah she’s a grown woman and she writes porn as disney characters

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I'm glad to see you all like my theory!! It makes me happy people seem to agree.

My thoughts with evidence: Lilia is an incubus

From this day forward, Lilia will be written as an incubus rather than that of a vampire. As a joke, a group of friends and I were making jokes about what Lilia could possibly be, and looking up information on incubi, I have found out that there are several names in things such as Gilgamesh that support this theory. That being the names of the incubi/succubi mentioned. I think his name was derived from this information.

In general, it makes sense and fits in with the overall Sleeping Beauty aesthetic as incubi are known to lay upon sleeping women.

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day1 prompt: WORLD

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Halloween Malleus!! Thank you twst!!

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My thoughts with evidence: Lilia is an incubus

From this day forward, Lilia will be written as an incubus rather than that of a vampire. As a joke, a group of friends and I were making jokes about what Lilia could possibly be, and looking up information on incubi, I have found out that there are several names in things such as Gilgamesh that support this theory. That being the names of the incubi/succubi mentioned. I think his name was derived from this information.

In general, it makes sense and fits in with the overall Sleeping Beauty aesthetic as incubi are known to lay upon sleeping women.

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Each and every reaction Malleus managed to pull from Leona from this point forward only served to heighten Malleus’ want and need to torture him. To use him. These were horrid thoughts to have, and he knew it to be so as well, but the urge to do it was outweighing a rational mind. The scent of blood was thick in the air, the need to dominate his prey pressing harshly down upon the king of fae. Animal impulses.

That scream, harsh in its sound pierced Malleus’ ears, but the call of pain in his voice almost drew a moan out from the fae’s pec filled mouth as his teeth sunk and tore at flesh in their way. He only stopped when his lips were touching his skin too, sucking down the blood flowing into his mouth. His tongue lashed, swiping what was familiarly a nipple as he did so, tasting him more intimately. Maybe it was a little more intimate that he had planned it to be, but he couldn’t deny himself that he wanted that too. The pleasures to be able to push this man down and make him submit beneath him... Even if it meant that he would no longer come close to him out of fear.

Despite that being a thought he had once before, not wanting Leona to leave because he enjoyed their fights, right now, it didn’t matter. If this was to drive him away, so be it. What mattered to Malleus as of now was making himself feel good. To taste and eat the lion beneath him until he was satisfied with what he took. Even as Leona continued to struggle, his body jerking beneath him, the growling of protest, Malleus sucked at him, taking away more of his life’s blood for his own satisfaction and quelling a deep seated hunger.

That was until, suddenly, he felt a hand at the back of his head, gripping onto his hair and pulling on it. 

“Mm’fah!” his fangs were tore loose from their fleshy holes, Malleus’ tongue lolling from his mouth and dripping with blood for a moment while Leona had forced his head back. Just a few more drops joining with the mess of a man below him. Almost like a noodle, it was pulled back into his mouth, the thing having fell past his chin a good few inches.

He squirmed, his eyes catching Leona’s wanting to pull away from the grasp on his hair, but also not pull his own hair out. That grip was harsh and he would rather not gain a bald spot from doing something stupid such as forcefully pull his head away from his hand. Instead, he hissed at him, baring his teeth for a moment, each tooth coated in red.

“What? I’ll what?” he questioned, noting he wasn’t continuing his sentence, the words just having dropped back into his throat or something along the lines. 

“Regret this? Maybe. But, you’ll just have to try again after, hm? I want to see what you’ll do to get back at me for this, Kingscholar,” those blood tinged lips spread open into a toothy grin before he began laughing a little, his claws digging into the sides of his neck now too.

Even with Leona’s hand in his hair, Malleus could still move freely, he lifted his other arm, pressing that down on his chest now while he took his other hand away from his neck, smearing the intermingled blood of his own and the other’s over the bottom half of his face, almost as if he was putting there on purpose for him to bite onto. He wanted Leona to bite him, he wanted those proud teeth to sink into his skin as well just to feel it.

“Do you want a taste too?”

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TW: Blood, Sexual Themes.

Everything seemed to go as he had planned it to, thankfully. It would appear that Leona wasn’t so good at defensive magic to ward off such an attack that seemed so simple. That, or he simply did not have the time to get away. Either way, Malleus had caught him now, Leona couldn’t get away without the thorns cutting him more. Malleus was the victor. As one would expect anyway. A mere lion, despite being royalty, one not much worthy of a name in the world of magic expected to beat him? To land a scratch on his face? It was a dream that Leona could fantasize about.

Though, with his new prize, he wondered what he should do with it. It surely seemed to be able to spout nonsensical things with the most aggravating, smug look on its face despite being so obviously in pain. He would have to give him that at least. That even in such a situation death was staring him straight in the face, he looked on without fear. Or, that fear was being pushed aside in favor of taunting him. Was he wanting him to destroy him? Egging him on to cut him into ribbons?

Malleus had no intention of killing the lion. He didn’t even mean to go this far. But, what was done was done. The fae wasn’t really regretting what he had done either. For what reason should he regret it? Leona was out for his blood as well. Although, some dark voice in the back of his mind told him that even with the blood pooling, this wasn’t nearly enough. The beautiful red color spreading over his body and through his clothes... it was scenic.

The sight of Leona laying out on the ground, wrapped in thorns and wounded, dark rivulets of blood running down along his lighter skin in comparison to the red, he couldn’t take his eyes away. Malleus stared at him, silent and contemplating even with the baited words he had said to him. Despite his silence, it only lasted for a few seconds as his lips parted to speak.

“In your state, I don’t believe you should be making threats. I could easily destroy you and you know it,” Malleus stated bluntly, stepping closer to the other man, the sound of the grass shifted under his feet accompanied the huffs of breath he could hear coming from in front of him. It must have hurt, being held down like that. Maybe he would have felt guilty, but he didn’t. In fact, all of that blood... the smell... where it was flowing... all of it was drawing a different sort of impulse deep within out.

So bad, he wanted to lick up the liquid spilling from his wounds, devour that life that was so proud. Ah, in this scene, Leona couldn’t stop him from doing it either. A dark look washed over Malleus’ face for a moment as he came closer, a predator.

Upon closing in on him, Malleus’ body almost right on Leona, he knelt down, his hand placed on the exposed part of his chest his shirt wasn’t made to cover. So much skin he could see... the red blending and bending as it poured from the places the thorns he made pierced him. It was almost too much to keep hold of himself being this close to something so beautiful. That very same hand sliding up along his chest to join the thorns around his neck, ignoring the fact that now they were pricking his skin as well and drawing his own scarlet from the appendage.

He squeezed. Pressed his weight into his arm, watching his face closely, “Is ‘beautiful’ more accepted by you? You certainly look to be so right now.”

“You look delicious, I could eat you,” he said, a tongue that split at the end almost as soon as it came out of his mouth to licked his lips. And with that said, he leaned down close to him, pushing more of his weight into his neck while he brought his face closer to Leona’s only for a moment. His direction was changed soon after and he was biting right into his pectoral, his upper and bottom fangs sinking into his skin without mercy and cutting right through his flesh, ripping more holes into his clothing.

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H(arbor)-roots sprawling beneath the detritus of the forest floor like unshakeable thoughts, thick, ancient, and inflexible. They brought nutrients from the soil up to the sentinels of the forest, these massive trunks whose silence had reigned over the darkness and whose branches denoted the generations. Even he, who so loathed regality derived from antiquity knew their importance the canopy obscuring the light of the stars so deep within the woods. Yet lying amongst the foliage was folly, in the thin parched tendrils that stole away sustenance in the name  of beauty. In those vines, (and veins) adorned by thorns.

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Sʜɪɴᴇ ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛ! Sʜɪɴᴇ ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴇʏᴇs  ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇ  ♥ Sʜɪɴᴇ ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪɢʜᴛ! (Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ ʙʟᴏᴡɪɴ’ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ)

Coming soon to theatres… Malleus & Leona feral edition~

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Watching Leona was almost something like watching an animal do a trick when he caught the leaf in his mouth. He almost laughed aloud at the sight of him still coming forward towards him with it in his mouth. His eyebrows creased as he tried to hold back even more disrespectful laughter. After all, that leaf could very well be used for something else, and he knew it. But was he expecting Leona to come up with something so effective? No, not really. Not that he couldn’t get away even if it turned out to be that way... Leona wasn’t as powerful as he thought he was, unfortunately for the lion. However, it was when Leona had said Malleus wasn’t invited to any parties that his amused expression dropped a little and he sent somewhat of a glare his way. His emotions sabotaged his escape, he saw the change in the slivers of leaf, but it was already too late and his arms were taken from him. Momentarily, he forgot he could escape the vines by simply teleporting away, so he pulled at him a little before looking toward Leona, baring his teeth as if though he were an animal, a clear threat.

Such cheap tricks he used to catch his ‘prey’. It was both admirable and not at the same time. He found the low handed tactics to be despicable, but the effectiveness was there. It had decent results it would seem if they managed to work, that is. He was sure they wouldn’t work all the time.

Ah, within a split moment, a thought crossed Malleus’ mind and within a blink of an eye, a flurry of green lights engulfed the space Malleus was in just to fade away slowly with the fae king now behind the lion prince to grab ahold of the back of his collar just to shove him into his own vine trap.

“Party tricks? Is that what you call a party? Threatening someone’s life is a party to you?” Malleus questioned, “You must have had some bad parties.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised, your attitude is foul. Who genuinely enjoys your company enough to invite you to a fun one?” he asked, seething a little. Okay, maybe it was more than a little. He was reflecting his own insecurities on him too. At least a little bit. The question he asked was blown back into his own face but he didn’t react to it at all.

Malleus’ hands rose, and the vines came to life once more, glowing with a sickly green color as thorns sprouted from them to latch onto Leona. He was going to make it hurt on purpose, Leona was showing him no kindness such as their either, after all. Malleus really wanted to cut him up a little, his earlier thought to not set him in his place having slipped a little.

“I will say, however. That I am impressed. You managed to catch me. Cute.”

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H(arbor)-roots sprawling beneath the detritus of the forest floor like unshakeable thoughts, thick, ancient, and inflexible. They brought nutrients from the soil up to the sentinels of the forest, these massive trunks whose silence had reigned over the darkness and whose branches denoted the generations. Even he, who so loathed regality derived from antiquity knew their importance the canopy obscuring the light of the stars so deep within the woods. Yet lying amongst the foliage was folly, in the thin parched tendrils that stole away sustenance in the name  of beauty. In those vines, (and veins) adorned by thorns.

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Ah, he was already angry with him even though just moments before he was all smiles and wanting to tease him. Surely, this is what Leona came here for anyway. The two of them were going to fight and they knew it. It was just a matter of when, how and why. That step he took to get closer to him brought a raise to his heart beat, getting excited almost immediately. The expression was subtle, but he did let slip that he found it funny that he was mad at something so miniscule when he could say things that were so much worse than that.

“Ha! You act as though you stand a chance!”

Malleus stepped backward, avoiding the leaves raining down from above, flicking his arm before him and blowing them right back at him in response. Although he wasn’t directly aiming at him, most of the leaves blew past him as a sort of warning perhaps. With the exception of one that purposefully whizzed next to his cheek in an attempt to draw blood. If they were going to fight against each other, for real, he wanted him to know he wasn’t going to be entirely easy on him. The king of the fae expected nothing less from the second prince of the savanna either, but the smile never left. Malleus was amused by this.

“Your tricks didn’t work last time, they aren’t going to work next week either, Kingscholar. I can guarantee you that. Good try, however. Did I ever tell you I was impressed by your display?” Malleus spoke, mostly with the intention to mock him, although there was truth in those words too. Was he making that obvious, though?

The posture Malleus took on a stature that suggested that he wasn’t taking this seriously, his hand lifting now to extend a pale, black clawed finger along his chin in a very weak way to attempt covering up his chuckle and general levity for Leona. Though, beyond that impish expression and lack of a ready body position to fight, he was well prepared, taking this exceedingly sincerely.

“You’re free to keep trying though... I’d love to actually see what you intend on doing next time.”

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H(arbor)-roots sprawling beneath the detritus of the forest floor like unshakeable thoughts, thick, ancient, and inflexible. They brought nutrients from the soil up to the sentinels of the forest, these massive trunks whose silence had reigned over the darkness and whose branches denoted the generations. Even he, who so loathed regality derived from antiquity knew their importance the canopy obscuring the light of the stars so deep within the woods. Yet lying amongst the foliage was folly, in the thin parched tendrils that stole away sustenance in the name  of beauty. In those vines, (and veins) adorned by thorns.

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