I just wanna say I love how u dont write minors who are "age-ed up" in ur AU and stick to canonically 18+ characters 😭😭😭
Yes, I will continue to stick to ONLY characters who are canonically 18+. I don’t believe in “aging them up” personally. I think that’s just people trying to justify them sexualizing minors by labeling as something “okay”.
Warning: p in v, anal, unprotected sex, creampie, both at the same time, porn no plot, biting, marking, may be out of character
A/N: first time writing a threesome so it’s not the best, but I tried lol
The old walls of Ramshackle groaned under the late-night silence, dust motes dancing in the faint moonlight filtering through cracked windows. You were pinned against the cold stone near the fireplace, Leona’s muscular body pressed flush against your back while Malleus stood before you, his tall frame casting a shadow that swallowed the room.
“You’ve been asking for this,” Leona whispered into your ear, his breath hot. One hand gripped your hip while the other tangled in your hair, yanking your head back. “Running that mouth, flaunting yourself. Now you’ll take what you begged for.”
Malleus’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. His green eyes gleamed as he reached out, fingers tracing a line down your throat, over your collarbone, stopping at the fabric of your shirt. He didn’t bother unbuttoning—he tore it open with a single, deliberate pull, buttons scattering across the floor.
“Such a fragile little thing,” Malleus murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your chest. “But I think you can take us.”
Leona’s hands found the waistband of your pants, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear. The cold air hit your exposed skin, and then his teeth sank into the meat of your shoulder—not enough to break the skin, but a claiming bite that made you gasp. He ground his erection against the cleft of your ass through his trousers, a low, possessive growl rumbling from his chest.
Malleus stepped closer, pushing you back against Leona’s solid form. He cupped your face, tilting your chin up, and his thumb pressed over your lips, parting them. “No words. Just take what we give you.”
He released your face and moved down, hands gripping your thighs and spreading them apart. Leona’s hands slid around your waist, fingers digging into your hips.
The prince of Briar Valley undid his belt with practiced ease, his cock springing free—long, thick, the tip already gleaming with pre-cum. Behind you, Leona shifted, the sound of a zipper, then the blunt pressure of his shaft sliding against your slick folds.
“Ready?” Leona’s voice was a dark tease. He didn’t wait for an answer.
He thrust into you in one brutal motion, filling your ass completely. A choked moan escaped your lips as your body stretched around his girth. At the same time, Malleus aligned himself at your entrance, and you felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against your folds. He pushed in slowly, the stretch intense as he sank into your cunt.
“Breathe,” Malleus commanded, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. He didn’t give you time to adjust; he began to move, thrusting deep while Leona fucked your ass in a steady, punishing rhythm. The two of them found a sync—Leona slamming forward as Malleus pulled back, then Malleus thrusting in as Leona withdrew, a seamless cycle of penetration that left you no room to think.
Your hands scrabbled against the stone wall. Leona’s mouth found the nape of your neck, biting hard enough to leave a bruise. He laved the wound with his tongue, then moved lower, sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade again. Malleus leaned forward, his fangs grazing your ear, then biting the juncture of your neck and shoulder. The twin points of pain sent electricity through your nerves, mixing with the overwhelming fullness inside you.
“Mine,” Leona growled against your skin. He marked you again, this time raking his claws lightly down your spine, leaving red lines.
“You smell like me now,” he murmured, his pace increasing. “They’ll know who you belong to.”
Every thrust drove you higher. Malleus’s hand slid down to your clit, rubbing tight circles with his fingers. The dual sensations—two cocks stretching your holes, the sting of bites and scratches, the possessive weight of their bodies—pushed you past any coherent thought.
“Cum,” Leona commanded, his voice ragged. “Now.”
You shattered, walls clenching around both of them as your orgasm ripped through you. Malleus let out a low hiss, his hips slamming flush against you as he spilled deep inside you, hot ropes of cum filling your cunt. Leona followed immediately, burying his face in your hair and groaning as he pumped his release into your ass, thick and warm.
Neither of them pulled out. They stayed buried inside you, their bodies still pressed tight, panting against your skin. They took turns licking the bites they’d left, sealing the marks.
Finally, Malleus withdrew slowly, his cum leaking out of you, followed by Leona. The mess pooled down your thighs.
“Let it stay,” he said, his voice husky. “We’re not done with you tonight.”
Malleus’s hand threaded through your hair. “One more round. Then we’ll see if you can still walk.”
The amount of adults I’ve seen thirsting over the teenagers is disgusting tbh. I’ve seen people in their 20’s write stuff.
Thirsting over minors as if there aren’t legal adults in the game like Crewel, Leona, etc. and if they want a game just to have characters to thirst over they should just go to some eroge game for fucks sake 😭
Yes, as a 19 year old, I find it honestly disgusting. Minors should not even be on my page, so I’m going to automatically assume those requesting for minors are adults. I don’t support any disgusting pedophiles on my page.
And before people get mad and give the same old lame excuse, “they’re not real!” It frankly doesn’t matter. It’s the fact you see a character, who is a CHILD, and want to read about sexual content including a them.
CRAZY how people see mdni and assume minors are on the table for nsfw works 😭
I will never understand what makes people think it’s okay to ask for minors. Like do they not read my rules? Sure as hell hope no grown ass adults are asking for minors. Disgusting.
You were straddling his hips, the warmth of your bodies mingling, when Trey pulled back with a soft curse. He fumbled to remove his glasses, only to nearly elbow you in the chin.
"Sorry—sorry—" He laughed, embarrassed, as you steadied his hand. "I swear I'm usually more coordinated."
"You're fine," you whispered, guiding his glasses to the nightstand. When he looked back at you, his eyes were soft and sheepish.
"I was trying to look at you," he admitted, "but everything went blurry at the worst moment."
You kissed his nose. "I'm right here. You don't need to see me to feel me."
He groaned, half-laughing, as you rolled your hips. "That's... that's a good point. But also—" He winced as he thrust upward a little too eagerly, knocking his forehead against yours. "Ow."
You both dissolved into giggles, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling. He cupped your cheek and murmured, "Let me try again. Slower this time."
Cater Diamond
He kept talking.
Not in a seductive way—more like he couldn't stop his mouth from running while his hands fumbled with the clasp of your bra. "So, like, I was thinking this morning about that new blend at the café, and—wait, no, that's not—okay, this clip is really stubborn—"
You reached back, unclasping it easily. He blinked, then flushed a charming pink that spread to his ears.
"Show-off," he mumbled, but he was grinning.
You pulled him down onto the bed, and he landed half on top of you, his elbow jabbing the mattress. "Oops—sorry—" He scrambled to adjust, his knee bumping your thigh. "I'm usually smoother than this, I swear."
"You're doing fine."
"I put my foot in my mouth and my knee in your crotch. Fine is generous."
You laughed, pulling him closer. His awkwardness melted as your lips met, and though he still tripped over his own hands when he reached between your legs, the shy smile he wore made it all endearing.
Leona Kingscholar
He was trying to be aloof. Trying to act like this was no big deal.
But when you guided his hand down, he tensed. "Hmph. You're awfully eager."
"And you're avoiding my eyes."
He grumbled something under his breath. When he finally pushed inside you, he let out a low groan—then immediately sneezed.
A sudden, violent sneeze that made him jolt and slip out. He froze. You froze.
"...Don't." His voice was flat, but the flush creeping down his neck betrayed him.
You pressed your lips together, but a snort escaped. Then another. Then you were laughing, shoulders shaking, as Leona glared at you.
"It's not funny."
"It's a little funny."
He growled, but when he ducked down to nuzzle your neck, his own lips were twitching. "If you tell anyone, I'll make sure you regret it." His voice was gruff, but his hand found yours, lacing fingers together. "Now stop laughing and let me try again. Properly this time."
Ruggie Bucchi
He was nervous. Chatty. Overeager.
"Okay, so, like—am I doing this right? Is this good? I can—should I—" His hands hovered everywhere and nowhere, like he didn't know where to touch first.
You caught his wrist. "Ruggie. Breathe."
He let out a shaky exhale. "Right. Breathe. I got this." He didn’t.
When he leaned down to kiss you, he misjudged the distance and ended up kissing your chin. He apologized so profusely that you had to silence him with a proper kiss.
"Just relax," you said against his lips. "We have all night."
"Yeah, but—" He swallowed. "I wanna make you feel good. Like, really good. And I'm scared I'll mess it up."
You guided his hand to your breast, showing him the pressure you liked. He followed your lead with focused intensity, his ears perking up when you moaned. "Like that?"
"Exactly like that."
His grin was pure sunshine, even as he worked you closer to the edge. Awkward turned to eager, and when he finally spilled inside you with a breathless laugh, he buried his face in your shoulder, mumbling, "That was nice. Really nice."
Azul Ashengrotto
He had a plan.
"I've studied extensively," he said, adjusting his glasses. "I've consulted multiple sources. This will be... efficient."
But the moment you were both undressed, he froze. He kept glancing at you, then away, as if he couldn't quite believe you were real.
"You're staring," you said gently.
"I'm... admiring." His voice cracked on the word. He cleared his throat. "I've prepared a schedule. Positions, pacing, aftercare. We can begin with—"
You silenced him with a kiss. His hands flailed before settling around your waist.
"Azul," you murmured. "You don't need a schedule. Just be with me."
He nodded, swallowing hard. When he entered you, his movements were stilted at first, overly careful. But as you guided him, your hips meeting his, he relaxed. And when his glasses slipped off his nose and landed in your hair, you both laughed so hard that the rhythm broke completely.
He didn't mind. He just held you, laughing, and whispered, "I think I like this better than any plan."
Jade Leech
His smile never wavered, but his hands were clammy.
"I'm fine," he said, voice smooth as ever. But you caught the tremor in his fingers as he traced your collarbone. "I'm simply... acclimating."
"Your hands are shaking."
"They are not." He stared at them. "...They might be."
You took one, pressing it to your chest. "It's okay to be nervous."
"Nervous? Me?" He let out a laugh that was a hair too high. "I'm perfectly composed. I've simply—ah." He winced as his knee knocked the bed frame. "The spatial logistics of this furniture are... suboptimal."
You tugged him down, and he fell with a graceless thump, his tall frame tangling with yours. For a moment, he just lay there, blinking. Then he let out a genuine chuckle.
"I suppose I'm not as composed as I thought."
"That's okay." You kissed his cheek. "I like you like this."
When he moved inside you, it was with careful, awkward tenderness. He whispered "sorry" every time he paused to adjust, but you pulled him closer each time, until the awkwardness faded into something warm and real.
Floyd Leech
He was too excited.
"Shrimpy! Shrimpy, look, I can do this thing—" He twisted his body into a position that looked uncomfortable, his long legs tangled in the sheets. "Wait, no, that's not—hold on—"
He flopped onto his back, dragging you with him. You landed on his chest with an oof.
"This is harder than I thought," he admitted, grinning up at you. "Usually I just grab and go. But with you, I wanna be careful." He said the word like it was foreign. "It's weird."
"Weird good or weird bad?"
"Weird... good." He pulled you down for a kiss, and his teeth clacked against yours. "Oops. Lemme try again."
He did. And again. And again, each kiss a little softer, a little more coordinated, until he found a rhythm that worked. When he finally slid inside you, his breath hitched, and he went still.
"Shrimpy..."
"Yeah?"
"I think I love you."
The words tumbled out, unplanned, and he looked as surprised as you felt.
"...Too soon?"
You kissed him, laughing. "Just the right time."
Jamil Viper
He was used to being in control. But here, with you, he felt like a novice.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked, adjusting your hips. "Too much pressure? Should I—"
"Jamil. Stop worrying."
"I'm not worrying. I'm being attentive."
You raised an eyebrow. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"...Fine. I'm worrying. I want this to be perfect."
"Perfect isn't real." You pulled him closer. "Just be here with me."
He nodded, and when he entered you, it was slow and deliberate. But his elbow slipped on the sheet, and he lurched forward, his forehead bumping your nose.
"Shit—sorry—"
You winced, then giggled. "We're a mess."
"I'm a mess." He dropped his head to your shoulder, mortified. "I've imagined this a hundred times, and it never involved me headbutting you."
"Imagination isn't reality." You stroked his hair. "And reality is better."
He lifted his head, a small, shy smile on his lips. "Is it?"
You answered by kissing him, and this time, everything fell into place.
Vil Schoenheit
He had a routine.
"Skincare first," he announced, holding up a bottle. "Then moisturizer. Then—"
"Vil. We're about to have sex."
"I'm aware. But I refuse to look anything less than radiant while doing it."
You couldn't help but laugh, which made him pout. But he relented, setting the bottle aside, and settled beside you. His hands were practiced as they traced your body, but there was an awkwardness in the way he kept glancing at himself in the mirror across the room.
"You're beautiful," you said. "Stop checking."
"I'm not checking. I'm... ensuring."
"Vil."
He huffed, but turned his full attention to you. When he leaned down to kiss you, his hair fell forward, obscuring his vision. He pushed it back with an annoyed grunt.
"I should have tied it up."
"I like it loose."
He paused, a flicker of pleasure crossing his face. "Really?"
"Really."
He kissed you then, deep and sweet, and when he moved inside you, it was with a gentleness that belied his usual perfectionism. He whispered compliments between breaths, and when you came undone, he held you close, murmuring, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Idia Shroud
He was a shaking mess.
"I-I can't—this is too—real," he stammered, his flame hair flickering erratically. "I've seen this in games but it's different when it's—you—"
"Idia." You took his hand. "It's just me."
"Just you? Just you? You're—" He made a strangled sound. "I'm going to mess this up. I know I'm going to mess this up."
"Then we'll mess it up together."
He let out a shaky laugh. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek. The contact made him flinch, but he didn't pull away.
"Okay. Okay. I can do this."
He couldn't.
His elbow knocked over a glass of water. He tripped over his own feet trying to get into bed.
"I'm so sorry—I'm so—"
You kissed him, and he melted. The awkwardness faded, replaced by a clumsy, earnest passion. When he finished, he buried his face in your chest, mumbling, "That was... way better than any game."
Malleus Draconia
He was gentle, as always. But there was an adorable hesitation in the way he reached for you, his long fingers hovering.
"Are you certain you're comfortable?" he asked for the third time.
"I'm certain."
"But the sheets—are they soft enough? I can get better sheets—"
"Malleus." You pulled him down, and he landed with a soft huff. "I'm perfect."
"You're perfect," he corrected, then flushed. "I mean—you are. And I want to make sure I don't—"
He paused, a strange look on his face. "I seem to be... stuck."
You glanced down. His tail had somehow wound around your leg, and his horns were tangled in your hair.
"Oh."
"Ah."
You both burst into laughter, a rare, unguarded sound from the prince. He worked carefully to free you, his movements tender, and when he finally succeeded, he kissed your forehead.
"I suppose I'm not as graceful as I'd like."
"I like you like this." You stroked his cheek. "Real."
He smiled, a soft, genuine thing, and when he made love to you, it was with all the awkward, beautiful devotion he had to offer.
Silver
He fell asleep.
Not during. Right as he was about to enter you, his eyes fluttered, and he slumped forward, snoring softly against your shoulder.
"Silver?" You shook him gently. "Silver!"
He jolted awake. "I—I'm so sorry—I didn't mean to—" His face was crimson. "I was just... very relaxed..."
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. "It's okay. We can try again later."
"No, no, I'm awake. I'm ready." He straightened, determined. But a yawn escaped him, huge and uncontrollable.
You giggled. He groaned.
"I'm a failure of a lover."
"You're adorable. Let's just sleep. We have all the time in the world."
He hesitated, then nodded, pulling you close. "I'll make it up to you in the morning."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Minajeal Tealrajah
He was smooth, confident—until he wasn't.
"Allow me," he said, sweeping you into his arms. He carried you to the bed with practiced grace. Then he tripped over the rug.
You both tumbled onto the mattress, a heap of limbs and laughter. He recovered quickly, propping himself up with a grin.
"Planned that."
"Sure you did."
His hands were elegant as they undressed you, but they trembled slightly. He cleared his throat. "I've... imagined this. Many times."
"Me too."
"Then let's not waste time."
But he fumbled with his own belt, the buckle catching. He muttered something under his breath, and you reached down to help.
"I'm usually more composed."
"I'm glad you're not."
When he finally entered you, it was with a gasp, and he paused, his forehead against yours. "You feel incredible."
"Keep going."
He did, his movements growing more confident. But when he leaned down to kiss you, he bumped your nose, and you both laughed, breathless and happy.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"Don't be."
And in the warmth of that awkward, beautiful moment, everything was perfect.
