She/her 21 •‼️Minors DNI‼️🔞 Just Warning, these are a lot of head cannons I’m pulling out of my ass. HEY!! If anyone ever wants to make a story out of my head cannons, fucking do it it! JUST PLEASE! Link me the story!
Is there a scenario where the MC in Twisted Wonderland is on their way to Disneyland in the real world? Like they have all their gear ready! A pack back full of secret snacks, water, extra cash, extra room for all the souvenirs they were gonna get, and as they stepped in Disneyland ready for Adventure, they find themselves in NRC! The Twisted wonderland video game! They have no idea how they got there, they’re just there! And that’s how the story kicks off with a Disney nerd who was just trying to have a fun day at Disneyland dumped into a college full of mages who have a creepy similarities to the Top Disney Villains!
Ooooh! Extra points if the MC has Mouse ears on their head!!!!
Do u have a fave birthday card for Leona? Or a fave birthday card lineup in general? M
Also how do u feel about Leona pimping out in his latest birthday card 😂 🤣
They're my absolute favorite 🧡🧡🧡!! I absolutely adore the jacket serie (the stories are the most interesting) and I want this jacket irl. And he just looks so cute and great.
And the sleepwear groovy is one of my absolute favorite card 🧡🧡🧡!!! He looks so cute and I love his messy mane 🧡🧡🧡!! I was CRAZY last year when they released it!
He does look super handsome 🧡🧡🧡!!! I didn't expect the hat, I feel bad for his ears. I love how he can have lot of hair but they can lose volume like that x). Truly can't wait for his groovy cause he slays so much already and all the groovy we saw were great!
I can't wait to go home and draw him in his outfit!!!
I have fanarts for his birthday, I'm gonna post them all at once. Then answer the numerous questions I got...
I didn't share it here, but that was my ideas. Got it all wrong XD. But it's fine, I'm happy he looks so great 🧡🧡
I wanted sunglasses snif. Didn't expect the hat x). But he does look great!
But I wish he wore the hat this way... A wip for a comic I'm working on :3.
Haven’t posted on tumblr in a while but I saw the Leona La Bonboneire card and thought I’d post because I drew in like a hour and that was pretty cool😎✌️
╰┈➤ how their obsession started with you! yan!twst boys x reader — mentions of stalking, delusions, drugging, slight suggestiveness (if you squint), implied kidnapping, kind of ooc for some but forgive me i tried my best !!
“ CAN’T KEEP MY EYES OFF YOU ”
at first he couldn’t really bother himself with you. yes, yes, how rude — but he considers himself to be a busy man. it’s only when you started to stand out to him that he finally found himself glancing your way. it seems that wherever you go, trouble follows yet you always seem to bounce back from it. it’s a nice quality to have , he thinks. and thus, he starts paying more attention to you, of course, he never really approaches you himself until you approach him. perhaps asking him for some help or maybe you and him are partnered up for something — whatever the case may be, it’s like a light switch flicked in him. he understands why a lot of people like you and even want to be the one who receives your love and affection, you wouldn’t mind if he were to put his hat in the ring now, right?
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ LEONA, riddle, VIL, crewel, lilia, jack
to say it’s an obsession is utterly cruel! he thinks of it as more of admiration rather than that! those moments when he’s watching you while you’re in the comfort of your home or out with your friends — he’s simply just trying to see your daily life so when you and him finally move in together, he can accommodate! is that really so bad? huh? what do you mean “when you move in together”? oh yes! it will happen, he’s convinced it will — and even if you reject him, who’s not to say he can’t use a little force? he thinks it would be him showing you the proper way. but he’s convinced himself you wouldn’t do that. he doesn’t think there’s a moment where his obsession started for you, he’s admired you for a long, long time.. and you wouldn’t turn down your great admirer, would you?
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ROOK, skully, KALIM, neige
you two have been friends for a while and he always thought it would remain as that. friends share secrets with each other, it’s nothing new, but as the school year was nearing its end and the end-of-year ceremony was approaching you had told him that crowley had managed to find a way back home for you and that after the ceremony was over, you would stay back in the hall of mirrors and go back home. needless to say, it sparked something in him. if he were being honest, the last thing he felt for you was joy. and with that sneaky smile you wear, you told him not to tell anyone and keep it a secret for now. but oh, sweet you — you aren't going to need to keep it a secret for much longer since you wont be going home. he almost felt bad for you that he was planning this, almost. wouldn’t it be such a shame if one or two people were to miss this important ceremony? but he can’t help it! after all, he’s too busy taking care of a sick friend! it’s what he tells people, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. you’re really trusting, you know that? it’s not necessarily a bad thing to trust your friends but he’s a bit surprised at how easy it was to slip something into your food. it makes him wonder what else he can get away with and that thought alone makes him grin. seems like crowley will have to cancel you going back home until you feel better! and that gives him all the time in the world to plan how you’ll go missing.
he despised you but that’s what threw him in. why did he despise you in the first place? it’s for quite petty reasons — perhaps you were too kind in a place such as night raven college, always helping people out with a smile on your face and that’s what he resented most about you. he wanted nothing to do with you quite frankly and he thought he could carry on with his life without you. yet that pettiness and resentfulness towards anything happy did manage to fester and grow into something new. maybe it was the urge to get rid of that smile from your face — so you can know what it’s like. but you consumed his thoughts daily. he didn’t know if the fact that you’re just oblivious to how he feels about you made it worse but when you caught him zoning out and asked him if everything was okay, it took everything in his power to not have his eye twitch. if you were to continue checking up on him or try to be his friend you would be throwing yourself into a trap, but that’s what he wants. he heavily dislikes you but perhaps out of pure spite he could drag you down with him to his level for a change. the idea of your sweet little mind being tainted by him is enough to leave him craving more. he hates you, he swear he does.
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ JAMIL, azul, ROLLO, idia, fellow, sebek
he found himself amused by you. and this new found interest in you is what sealed your fate and you didn’t even know it. perhaps it’s the way that you could walk into a building completely on fire and turn out unscathed but he felt himself wanting to spend more time with you since it would brighten up his life. things can get rather boring so it’s always nice to spice things up! — try something new. and so, he found himself inserting you into his life. please allow him to be selfish and indulge in his curiosity but he wants to know what exactly makes you so unique — and also why he’s so drawn into you. this is night raven college! he’s convinced that you have another side to you, there has to be! no way someone such as you is able to walk in these halls without having a motive. and so now he desperately wants to uncover these secrets, pry into your personal life and strip away everything from you. unlike others, he doesn’t care if he gets caught — if anything, he wants you to catch him being an obsessive creep trying to sneak into your privacy. how will you react? will he see your facade crumble? will you lash out onto him? will you get scared? or will you reveal that you don’t mind that he’s stalking you and snooping around where he shouldn’t? the possibilities are endless and it makes his heart thump with excitement! he can’t wait to see how this game of cat and mouse will play out!
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ JADE, floyd, CROWLEY, swing, sam
he tries to convince himself that it’s simply just a crush. something innocent. but if he were being honest, how long can he keep that up? how long can he tell himself that he watches over you more than one should is because he just wants to get to know you better without directly bothering you? how long can he tell himself that the reason why he pulverizes anyone who even looks at you funny is because he wants to protect you? he just wants what’s best for you, is that really so wrong? maybe it’s not innocent anymore. maybe it’s not just a silly crush that makes him flustered. maybe it’s something deeper and less moral. but he’s started to accept that! if what he does behind the scenes is enough to have you greet him with a smile the next day — if he’s able to see that you woke up another day without a scar or bruise, it’s enough. just try to catch him before he finds himself engaging or premeditating more deranged behavior or else it’ll be too late for him — and you.
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ DEUCE, vargas, SILVER, trein
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Hi i want to request yandere headcanons for leona and malleus where their lover is a loyal servant and friend working in their castle who doesnt fear them compared to the other servants. Plus nsfw content please and thank you!
warnings: general yandere content and possible dub-con under cut! (can’t have healthy nsfw with a yan character that. just doesn’t work)
❥ leona kingscholar
when he’s young, leona takes a while to trust this new servant. they’re young- probably a child of some older palace workers- young enough to not understand the palpable fear all other servants have of the second prince. but it doesn’t take long for the young lion to find a friend in them; after all, gods know leona needs at least someone he can trust in his own home
as years pass, leona’s own bitterness just seems to grow. realizing he’ll never truly have power or importance, his resentment towards his own unique magic, his clear noticing of how servants and his own brother seem to keep him at arm’s length- and the only person he can always trust to be there for him is them, his childhood friend, now promoted to a worker in the palace
leona doesn’t care for anything his brother has to say. and yet, farena insists on barging into his room, trying to act friendly- as if he didn’t know his own brother despised him- and talk to him casually. “leona, i’ve been thinking of getting a new personal servant for you. i personally submit to you the brother of the royal advisor- he’s experienced in working for royalty, and-” farena hasn’t even finished speaking before leona is suddenly on his feet, a hand placed on the elder’s shoulder- a gesture that would be friendly for most, but all that know of leona’s terrifying unique magic know better than to assume it’s anything but a threat.
“are you trying to imply my personal servant, whom i chose, is not competent enough?” the growl in leona’s voice is noticeable. immediately, farena seems to know he made a mistake, as he nervously laughs and backs away, saying that ‘that wasn’t what he meant at all’ and that ‘it was just a friendly suggestion’. leona shuts the door in his face the second the king is out of the room.
really, everyone knows that leona’s favourite isn’t experienced or important enough to always be by the prince’s side. they aren’t a bodyguard or a senior servant, and yet the proud lion demands them to always be with him; everyone is aware the prince is a bit too close to this servant, but what can they do? they at least seems to keep leona happy, and that’s more than anyone else can do
the problem arises once leona is accepted into nrc. nobody is quite thrilled to see the ebony carriage- after all, their king attended royal sword, and nrc has a... reputation for its students, despite powerful, being less than savoury individuals (not to call them villains). but that’s not what bothers leona, really.
“they’re coming with me.” leona’s tone seems to leave no room for discussion, as he almost obsessively holds his personal servant’s shoulders- not with the same malicious intent he uses to threaten to turn people to sand, but rather as if he were clutching something precious. they’re clearly nervous; it’s not odd for leona to hold them close or anything (that’s- that’s just something he does because he’s a childhood friend, right?), but this is the first time he’s involved them in an argument with farena. “aren’t you a king? then you better flaunt that power, pull some strings- do anything, because i don’t think you want me to cause a scene, do you, farena?”
this is, perhaps, the moment when leona’s darling is forced to realize that despite them trying to tell themselves everything is normal, it’s anything but. they’d always brushed off leona’s clinginess and possessiveness as him just trying to keep a childhood friend close in a house where everyone seemed to think of him as a black stain in the kingscholar name; they were his “favourite” just because they treated him nicely, just because of that, it was normal for their master to insist on holding them and asking them to stay in his room- it was all just... normal, platonic bonding, right?
or at least that was what they told themselves, right until farena just seemingly gave in and pretty much used his and leona’s influence as royalty to justify his brother taking a servant to school. perhaps it was the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, or the fact their consent wasn’t even asked once; but it all clicks in. they aren’t just leona’s favourite servant because they’re his friend. they’re leona’s favourite servant because leona sees them as his possession.
headmaster crowley has had weirder requests, really. a royal bringing in a loyal servant to school...? well, it’s unusual- but not unheard of. and really, the college doesn’t particularly need to be arguing with a royal family, so it’s as easy as farena asking for crowley to approve of leona bringing along his loyal servant. not as a student; as a servant. it’s all done so easily and efficiently- so quickly, without anyone seeming to care if they even want to go, if they want to throw years of their life away like that
“i don’t think i asked if you wanted to come or not, herbivore.” leona’s mad. they can tell, because he doesn’t call them that unless he’s trying to intimidate them- something that has been happening more often now that he’s older. “did you forget your place just because i’ve been nice to you? you’re still a servant. i’m still your master. you obey me, and me alone.” oh, he’s definitely mad. he never pulls the ‘you’re a servant so you must obey’ card unless he’s truly angry- and it looks like even trying to imply they’d rather not be stuck in some school they can’t even attend was enough to make him so.
really, nrc is just the tipping point. things weren’t perfect before- leona had always had his moments of being a bit too touchy, of being possessive over them in a way no master should be over a servant- but it’s once he seems to abuse his power to treat them like a belonging he can take to his fancy little boarding school that everything just crumbles. the facade of normalcy, the pretense of a proper work relationship, it all tumbles down now that leona seemingly realizes he can just take what he wants so... easily
even in his first year, leona is respected by the students due to his moody nature and terrifying power. he complains about schoolwork and skips class- and it’s so painful. to his darling, who isn’t allowed to leave savanaclaw since they aren’t a real student, who’s stuck inside all day doing pretty much nothing because they aren’t allowed to roam the campus if they aren’t by leona’s side- and it’s just worse now that leona doesn’t even seem to care to blur the lines between “friend”, “master” and “lover”
it’s often joked about amongst leona’s classmates that leona didn’t bring a servant, he brought his lover; after all, it’s not as if he was subtle about it. skipping class to nap in their lap, getting in trouble because he’s caught making out with them in some corner of the botanic garden, the way he growls and even fights anyone who tries to approach his darling- it’s clear to everyone that leona didn’t bring along a servant to make life easier, he brought along his beloved
... it’s just so bad nobody even seems to bother ask said beloved if they even want to be here- if they even want leona’s love. it’s not as if they’d get the chance to ask; leona’s constant threats keep people away from them, not to mention most of the time they’re probably locked inside leona’s room.
“we aren’t going home for winter break.” leona announces it nonchalantly as he holds them tight, resting his chin on their head as he makes himself comfortable in his dorm bed. by now it’s routine for him to come back to the dorm and cuddle with his darling until he falls asleep- and by now they know better than to try and refuse him. after all, he’s still their master (even if he clearly doesn’t seem to see them as an employee anymore), and their family is still employed by his family. perhaps they could endure the pain of leona’s wrath if it was just that, but the threat of him making their whole family lose their jobs and the place they live in is enough to keep them in line. and still, his announcement makes them freeze up- going home for breaks or holidays is the only time they get even a taste of freedom, when leona is kept busy by farena, when they can see their family. he probably senses them tense, as his grip tightens on them- “stop thinking about that place. in fact, forget about it. once i graduate, we aren’t stepping into that damned palace ever again, you want it or not.”
❥ malleus draconia
malleus doesn’t know warmth. or at least not how others do- he’s lucky he at least had lilia, because if it weren’t for the warrior fae, there’d have been nobody to show the young prince what affection even was. left to be raised by someone else, avoided by the servants, never invited- malleus was alone
until he wasn’t. when lilia came to check on malleus on his room one day and found the little toddler playing with what he guessed was one of the fae servant’s child, he was overjoyed. the child was probably too young to comprehend why people feared malleus, probably didn’t even know they were playing with a prince- but it was... perfect.
and it’s so easy for malleus to grow attached to them, too. the little draconic fae demands to see them nearly every day, and really, who is there to tell him no? the child’s parents are terrified of malleus, sure, but they’re way more scared of angering him- and so they send their child to the “playdates” lilia seems to be so keen on, ordered to never even tell their child to fear the prince.
as the years passed, it doesn’t take long for malleus to become... too attached. lilia watches with interest; how malleus seems to grow protective of his friend, how he begins to grow more and more resentful every time they must return to the servants’ chambers to their family. it’s thankful that whatever kind of fae they are, they seem to be aging at the same rate as malleus- but lilia knows that’s not enough. it’s incredibly easy to hire them as another servant the second they’re of legal age to work. after all, it’d be a tragedy if they tried to go elsewhere: lilia doesn’t even know what he’d tell malleus, really
“why do you call me master...? i don’t like it.” malleus crosses his arms, huffing slightly. years have passed now- he’s no longer a little toddler, but rather he looks to be a young teen (but of course his age is far greater than any human would guess; his fae blood makes him age slowly, after all). his friend too has grown; they sport the servant’s attire for the draconia family, having been formally hired as a servant, much like their parents.
“well, um- since i’m technically your servant now, i have to call you that, mal- i mean, master.” they seem to find the situation a bit funny, but malleus doesn’t. being called ‘master’ makes them feel... distant- he hates that. he doesn’t want them to become like the other servants, always skittering away from him, trembling when he calls for them- he wants them to remain warm, to always be by his side...
“then i order you to never call me master.” he says. his tone is serious, but his friend seems to chuckle at the command, although they nod their head. they’re used to his temper by now, after so many years. “... and i order you to always stay by my side.”
having nobody other than them, malleus doesn’t seem to even know what he feels. he’s protective of them, and as he grows older he begins punishing anyone who as much as inconveniences them- the castle staff call malleus’ friend “the prince’s pet” behind his back, just because of how closely the thorn prince keeps them, and how little work he actually makes them do. it’s almost like their only task is to be next to malleus; but of course, anyone heard commenting or complaining about this receives swift punishment, be it by malleus or by lilia, who doesn’t particularly want anyone souring malleus’ mood
the title “servant” almost seems like it’s decoration by that point- and malleus’ dearest friend seems to realize that something is amiss, yet they can’t quite put their finger on what. after all, the only thing they’ve been taught ever since young is to obey malleus- be it as a friend or a servant. malleus is powerful and smart, they’re just a servant who can barely use magic despite being fae- surely all he orders is for their own good, right? as a master and as a friend, surely he knows what he’s doing- forbidding them from interacting with other servants, prohibiting them leaving the castle if not with him- surely... malleus has a good reason for these, and they just can’t understand...?
the line between obedience and dependence is so blurry. if anyone can see it firsthand, it’s lilia- who watches as malleus almost inadvertently transforms his friend from a spry and friendly fae into an almost shy and docile creature. they’re so used to obeying malleus’ orders- and why wouldn’t they? it’s not as if he’d try to harm them, right?- that they don’t seem to do much out of their own accord, just waiting for him to tell them what he wants them to do
when silver comes along- when malleus’ parental figure, lilia, is suddenly busy raising a child- malleus becomes so much more possessive. he might not fully understand what “love” is, only having lilia’s old fashioned and odd explanations for it, but all he knows is that he’s finally building the family he never had- silver, lilia, and... his darling. this is perhaps the first time malleus entertains naming his almost unhealthy attachment to them as “love”
it’s of no shock to anyone when malleus gets into nrc. it’s a bit more surprising to see lilia get an invite in his ancient age. of course, malleus’ dearest servant doesn’t get one- despite fae being skilled in magic, they never had the chance to hone it, never underwent the training to grow their skills (perhaps because the chance was never presented to them, and they never dared look for it). and yet there’s no question that they’ll be joining them. malleus doesn’t even hesitate to take a hold of their hand and place them in the ebony chariot. if the chariot rides on because it fears angering malleus, or just because it doesn’t mind the addition, that’s not something his darling needs to know.
love... love. it must be love, what he feels. malleus doesn’t know love; he can’t ever recall even seeing his parents act affectionate once, or seeing lilia with a partner. but he remembers the old-fashioned stories lilia would read to him, about dragons taking dainty and weak humans and smiting all those who tried to take them away, about powerful knights taking the enemy’s heir as a prize and marrying them. that’s love, and that’s what he feels- he wants to keep his darling safe and for himself, wants to be the only thing in their mind, keep them locked away like a prize...
he starts to grow annoyed at the fact they still play the part of a servant. sure, they might not call him by his title (something that grinds sebek’s gears every time, but even him knows better than to raise his voice at them- even he can tell how precious they are to malleus), and they might act friendly; but in the end it’s never enough. he doesn’t want them to be his servant, he doesn’t want them to be his friend, he wants them to love him as desperately as he loves them
... and by then, what choice to they have? they’re in a college where they don’t even belong, spending their days in a gloomy and lonely dorm, only ever seeing the outside when malleus takes them on walks. they might not have been captive, and yet they already associate malleus with warmth and with happy times.
malleus kind of... assumes that this is all normal. that the situation is a “perfect love story”. this is the only form of loving that he knows. and his darling doesn’t know any life that’s not one of obeying malleus. do they actually love him? do they even want to be there, stuck in nrc? did they have plans for their life? none of that matters- they just bow their head and do as they’re told. docile, obedient, and perhaps now for the first time in their life, they are scared of malleus, finally understanding what’s wrong and knowing there’s nothing they can do to change it
“you’re mine.” malleus sighs happily as he hugs them, his tall stature meaning their face is pressed up against his chest. if they go stiff at the touch, he doesn’t notice; he’s too lost in his own head, his draconic blood sated with being able to keep his lover locked away in his own dorm room as if they were part of his hoard. silently, they think i’ve always been- they’re right, they’ve always belonged to malleus. belonged to as property, as a servant; they can’t help but think that if they hadn’t accidentally stumbled into that innocent-looking horned toddler that day as a child and played with him, perhaps now they'd be out living their life, pursuing their dreams- instead of... whatever this was. do they love malleus? probably not, but what good does that give them? even if they can see how wrong everything is, their whole life has been spent by his side; he’s made sure they can’t even picture a life without him. he’s engraved himself into them.
“... i am.” they answer, arms wrapping weakly around him. they don’t have a choice but to be.
- nsfw
❥ leona kingscholar
despite leona being quite obvious in that his darling isn’t a servant anymore, he still seems to expect a degree of obedience towards him. in part it comes from his eternal frustration of knowing he’ll never be in power, always overshadowed- and the other half of it just comes from sheer sadism
being in a dorm, especially one with architecture as open as savanaclaw, means that noise carries. and as much as leona adores for everyone to know that his darling is his, he isn’t keen on others hearing his private time. he absolutely wants to make his darling scream- he doesn’t want anyone else to be able to hear those noises
this means sometimes he’ll simply skip class and come to an empty dorm- his darling might be relaxing, trying to find a way to pass time, and suddenly there’s leona just pouncing on them- don’t they see there’s no time to waste?
he’s quite used to the power dynamic and he isn’t willing to let go of it. he’s in charge; he might even order his darling to address him as a superior in bed. ordering to suck him off, to entertain him; he adores how red they go, clearly ashamed- and yet they know better than to go against him
at times, it’s as if his darling’s pleasure is an afterthought. perhaps he’s too used to being served by them, but leona completely expects to be catered to. whether that is by making his darling ride him until they can’t and he grasps their waist to keep fucking into them, or by holding them down and rutting into them like a wild animal, leona doesn’t care much to stop until he’s satisfied, even if his darling is overstimulated or sore
everyone knows once leona’s had his way. whether it be because someone glances at his back as he changes and notices nail marks on his back, or because someone catches a rare glimpse of leona and his darling and they’re noticeably limping, body littered in bruises and bitemarks
“don’t think i haven’t noticed you acting distant,” leona’s growl is low, right in their ear. he’s got them pinned by the wrists with only one hand- his strength is no joke, but that’s nothing new to them. by tomorrow they’ll be full of bruises again, from where leona’s grasp was too tight or where he sucked on their skin with intent to leave a hickey. savanaclaw is always warm, but the heat is almost suffocating in the room. the sound of skin against skin mingles with their cut-off moans. perhaps once they’d tried to hold the noise back, trying to hold onto a semblance of dignity: telling themselves that this was the least resistance they could offer, but that thought has long since faded. there’s no dignity, not in the way leona thrusts into them, not in the way his free hand wanders on their body, sometimes applying pressure on their throat and sometimes teasing at their chest. “are you trying to rebel against your master? is the little herbivore trying to stand up to the big, mean lion? we both know there’s no point- there’s nowhere for you without me.”
❥ malleus draconia
malleus has, perhaps, the advantage not many others with his delusions and obsessions- and it’s that he’s spent hundreds of years being in a position of power over the object of his affections. even before he’d realized his feelings, he’d always been subconsciously showing signs of what he’d become, and perhaps this somewhat eased his darling into the way their life would be
calling malleus’ darling “obedient” or “docile” is almost an understatement. they simply don’t have a life outside of being with malleus- something that he likes to remind them in the most intimate of moments. it’s romantic to him- and deeply terrifying to them, rendering even more powerless
he tries to be gentle, he really does. but in the heat of the moment, it’s often malleus just loses himself in the pleasure and forgets to hold back. it doesn’t matter his darling is also a fae who’s been alive for hundreds of years- he’s rough
he tries to keep a pretense of “being equals”, but in reality, it’s all mostly him. he enjoys watching them shiver and writhe under him, be it from overstimulation or sheer pleasure. there’s no “balance”- it’s a clear power dynamic in which he’s always in charge, but he refuses to see it as such
draconic stamina is no joke. sometimes he’ll hold himself back once he finally realizes his darling is truly out of it, all fucked out. it’s a sort of mindbreak, almost, with how he fucks into them so harshly and for so long they almost seem to forget how to speak, reduced to a drooling and moaning mess. and then sometimes he keeps going, sometimes even until his darling just straight up blacks out
it’s so lucky the diasomnia dorm is built like a castle with thick rock walls, and that malleus’ room is so high up. he himself isn’t too loud, perhaps an occasional groan as he thrusts into his darling, or words of comfort that don’t seem to comfort much as they cry and writhe after what could possibly be a fifth or sixth orgasm, but the noise of the bed creaking, of skin against skin, of the broken off moans and senseless babbling are quite loud
“you’re so good for me. so warm so tight.” his voice isn’t tender, not anymore; he sounds hungry, lustful, not a hint of exhaustion despite the heat of the room or the thin sheet of perspiration that makes his pale body almost shine under the lights of the candles. under him, his lover seems to be barely holding onto their coherence; their tongue lulls out of their mouth, eyes glossy as their hands scramble for purcharse onto the sheets. even in their blissed out state, they almost want to try and be decent- still hold onto that almost instinctual shame of letting all this happen, of getting to this stage- but the last strand of any thoughts is cut by a particularly strong thrust making their vision flash white, another orgasm forced out of their exhausted body. malleus notices- of course he does, still inside them, still pistoning into them with no sign of stopping- and he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair that’d stuck to their forehead. “good, you’re so good- right here by my side, taking me in... surely there’s nowhere else in the world for you to be, other than under me.”
~ Idia feeling like the luckiest man in the world (probably because he is)
Even nocturnal creatures enjoy falling asleep in their boyfriend’s bed sometimes, and Idia certainly has no objections.
I made this at 3 AM, so Idia’s not the only one who needs to fix their sleep schedule (insomnia, yay), but unfortunately I don’t have a super gorgeous, dragon prince fae to cuddle with.
How would you all feel if I started taking requests? I think I need a source of inspiration.
Hi .may i request yandere jamil viper and yandere vil scheonheit (separately) x fem reader who run away at their wedding but fails ? Thank you
.｡*♡ﾟJamil had meticulously planned every detail of the wedding — down to the second. And deep down, he knew you’d try to escape, you yearn for freedom, for the sun and the the city, you yearn to escape. He respects that, as he used to want that too, but you can't have that. He can't function without you and Jamil is fine even if you hate him.
.｡*♡ﾟ The moment you slip away during the reception, his grip tightens around his wine glass, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "There she goes… Go get her."
.｡*♡ﾟ Before you can even reach the exit, his followers are all around you, dragging you back, fighting back when you try to kick and elbow them, ignoring your screams while they sooth you. His voice is a silky whisper in your ear: "Did you really think I wouldn’t notice, my love? Did you really I wouldn't have prepared myself? I know a liar when I see one."
.｡*♡ﾟ The guests don’t even bat an eye — they're hypnotized by him. He carries you back to the altar, grip unrelenting, murmuring promises of "never letting you go again" as he seals your vows with a kiss that’s equal parts devotion and possession. That night, he locks a delicate golden chain around your ankles and wrists so you can't escape at night. You even look cute, eyes puffy and wobbly lips, still wearing your wedding attire.
.｡*♡ﾟ Cute enough to corrupt. But he will resist. He'd take you for the first time after both of you are well rested.
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.｡*♡ﾟ Vil’s wedding is a masterpiece — flawless, elegant and perfect — just like his beloved. But perfection requires control. Lots of friends and paparazzi are present, his father is loudly laughing and bragging to his acquaintances about how beautiful and cute you are, how you're perfect for his son, how both of you are in love.
.｡*♡ﾟ So when you bolt mid-ceremony, his smile doesn’t waver. He simply snaps his fingers, and the doors lock. And his bridesmaids (read: loyal followers, mainly Rook) block every exit, their smiles eerily serene, as Rook drags you back to the altar. "The star of the show can’t leave before the finale."
.｡*♡ﾟ Vil laughs at the shocked expression of the public and clarifies that everything was just a little joke, a play pretend so they could never forget that event and everyone is buying right into that poor attempt of excuse as they laugh and chit chat. Vil cups your face, his voice honey-sweet yet chilling: "Darling, you’re ruining the aesthetic, behave yourself."
.｡*♡ﾟ The ceremony resumes as if nothing happened — except now, his grip on your waist is bruising, his kisses laced with poison-laced devotion. Later, he gifts you a diamond choker — "So everyone knows you’re mine." And if it’s a little too tight? Well, that’s just to remind you that he is the air you're allowed to breathe, even if it hurts. His love hurts a lot.
❤Happy Valentine's Day❤
I didn't have time to draw anything fully finished, so please accept these sketches with some headcanon-y thoughts alongside them.
I hate the anguish of the "mortal's wife" trope from Malleus Draconia because it makes no sense.
I mean, there are literally GHOSTS in Twisted Wonderland, beings that are bound to the physical world because they have not yet finished their unfinished business, as was the case with Eliza.
If the great Malleus Draconia can have a human spouse, then why couldn't he have a spectral spouse? If I were his wife, I would be more than happy to float and pass through walls for centuries if that meant accompanying him until the day he dies.
And don't forget that the entire fairy court would be shocked because, how is the human still here? Wasn't her funeral last week?
Meanwhile, Malleus informs them of the Queen of the Valley's new spectral form and that there should no longer be any concerns about her mortal condition because from now on she will accompany him until the day he perishes.
Imagine the reactions of all those annoying fairies, or worse, of the children the Draconia couple must have had, when they see that their mother is a ghost now.
The poor creatures don't understand what's happening, but like their father, they are happy that their mother hasn't left.
Eventually, stories will be told throughout the centuries about the dragon king and his ghostly consort who followed him to the end of his days.
