#lord briarwood

[anodesu]

In honour of the 8th anniversary of Critical Role, I decided to redo the first piece of art I ever made on my iPad. Oh also it’s cursed.

[viktormonart]

Legend of Vox Machina version of Lord Sylas Briarwood, wielding my design of Craven Edge!

[vyllain]

dirty art with Critical Role:  The Legend of Vox Machina and my favorite ship Keyleth and Vax’ildan and the Briarwoods

[butwhatiftheywerecats]

You look… delicious.

Lord Sylas Briarwood (The Legend Of Vox Machina)

- bloodthirsty vampire malewife

- Siberian mix, brown-and-white bicolor

- Huge. Absolutely huge. Towers over others (including his wife)

- Massive paws and strong build, but not bulky

- Long, bat-like ears. Thick mane of fur around neck, tail is exceptionally fluffy.

- Visible whisker pads

- Unnaturally long and sharp fangs, claws + eyes are blood red

- Relies on vampiric strength and speed in battle, shakes off hits easily

- Absolutely adores his necromancer wife. It’s his sole redeeming quality.

Craven Edge:

- Carries sword in mouth

- Weapon grows longer and stronger the more blood he spills

- Eyes gleam yellow when casting Charm on someone

(here's a shaded version I finished, just for fun:)

[rush-valley]

finally got around to coloring the briarwoods, not my best work but im happy with em!

[lt-sarai]

Matt and Elektra, but the part where he's willing to let everything go if it means being with her

Kaz and Inej, but the part where he says he'd crawl to her if he had to

Rhys and Feyre, but the part where they're constantly vowing to each other

Fisk and Vanessa, but really just the part where she accepts him as he is after seeing his villainy

Gomez and Morticia

Zuko and Katara, but the part where he's 100% willing to help her commit murder and also the part where she was willing to attempt to use a one-use-only spiritual healing water to try to fix his most-likely-un-fixable face scar

Emma and Hook, but the part where she kisses him in the jungle because she's "feeling good" and also the part where he literally trades his 200 year old home for a chance to see her again

Campaign Percy and Vex, but the part where he kisses her and says "if you turn evil, it's still cool"

Lord and Lady Briarwood, but the part where she screams "I broke the world for us!"

Frank and Karen, but the part where he shields her with his own body and also the part where she defends him to anyone and everyone who will listen but especially to people who don't

[hitasi15]

I'm so sorry 😣

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Rough Sex 2A: Not long after escaping Whitestone, Laudna was found by Sylas, who decided to bring his wife back to the forefront of her soul, by whatever means necessary…

Her heart had stopped the moment she saw him in the doorway of her humble little cottage. Of course she recognized him—his visage still haunted her, tortured her in the middle of the night as she thrashed her way to sleep. She had heard rumor of his death, and even more of his return, but had hoped above all else that it was nothing more than that. That he wouldn't find her again, like his wife somehow had.

And yet here he was, all the same. And he wanted her.

She'd tried to resist, but Sylas was a far stronger man than the half-alive woman—with barely any effort at all, he had pinned her down to the creaky thread-bare bed and ripped the clothes from her form. His voice was harsh, and rough, but also pleading and desperate. In an instant, she knew that he was willing to do anything to have her again...though her eyes widened as she realized just what exactly that anything included.

"Can you feel it, Delilah~?" the vampire lord's voice purred, the deep and bassy baritone rolling over Laudna as he held her pinned to her bed. His fingers tangled in the corpse girl's hair, holding tight to the top bun as he pressed down into her, his hips rocking and rolling steadily, roughly, rudely into hers. "Can you feel it, my love~? The devotion I have felt for you~ gods, come back to me, my beloved~"

Laudna could do little more than gasp and moan in reply—her pitiful strength was nothing compared to that of the dominating lord that towered over her. Even so, and even as she tried her best to resist his lustful assault...she did feel something twist and turn inside her. Something...awakening with his lustful assault. Her heart beating faster, her breath catching quick in her lungs—and her eyes fluttered as she gave in more and more.

Even if Delilah never did rise back to the surface again...Sylas would be walking away from this dreary little cabin with a loyal lady by his side all the same.

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

Where is Deliliah Briarwood?

So, we know basically nothing about the outcome of Laudna's resurrection. Pike claims our favourite undead bitch is no longer in the body of our favourite undead witch. But at this point we all know just how slippery Lady Briarwood can be.

So, what is the tumblr approved verdict?

[darlsol]

I was drew him in 2022 April, idk, but I forget to upload here! D: Just my love, I saw him and I just fell in love xD

Sylas Briarwood from "Legend of Vox Machina" © Artwork made by me ©

[criticalrolenpctournament]

All Round of 64 polls have ended!

The final group moving to the next round is:

Doty

Henry Crabgrass

Marion Lavorre

Delilah Briarwood

The Gentleman

Victor

Clarabelle Clay

Lord Ariks Eshteross

The new, updated bracket will be posted in a couple of hours after I get home from work.

The Round of 32 will begin on Wednesday, May 10, at 8am Pacific Time.

The first set will go live Wednesday, May 10

Second set: Thursday, May 11

Third set: Friday, May 12

Fourth and last set of the Round: Saturday, May 13

[kth1fics]

Twisted Fate (M) | MYG

Twisted Fate

⟶ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader (Y/N) ⟶ Genre: Oneshot, Smut, Rated R | 18+ ⟶ Tropes: Vampire!Yoongi, Strangers to Lovers, Royalty AU, Supernatural AU, Fantasy AU ⟶ WC: 4.7k+ ⟶ Warnings: blood (obviously), some degrading, biting / blood drinking, breast play, choking, sparkling jealousy, unprotected sex, there’s a third party at play, some bondage, fingering, oral (f), threats, reader has a nickname. ⟶ Beta: n/a (no beta just complete yolo - if it doesn't make sense don't worry about it) ⟶ Summary: A slice of vampiric lifestyle here inside the Briarwood Manor walls after you ultimately picked the Lord you wish to serve. ⟶ Author’s Note: I actually feel very bad that most of all my hosted collaborations are incomplete. It happens though, ya know? This Yoongi is a part of the Briarwood Manor Collab, hosted by myself! I never expected to be writing this fic, honestly. But I hope it does well and is good enough! Please leave any feedback or comments on a reblog, post, or even my ask box! ⟶ Song Recommendation: Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence

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“Hello, puppet, did you miss me?”

The low mischievous voice whispers a chill in your ear. His cold hand comes to rest on your bare shoulder, stroking your soft skin. If anyone were to see they’d think his touch is sincere and tender, a loving gesture to greet his lover, but they’d be so very wrong. 

A puppet is what you are to him, nothing more. To serve however he sees fit. The nickname is quick out of his mouth the moment you pick him under the shine of a blood moon. You aren’t so sure what drew you to him in the first place. Maybe his aura played a trick on you, taunted you with his beauty and looks. An elegant and stoic composure mixed in one. The most unresponsive to the personal sacrifice (you) during the ritual.

You still remember the lifeless blink of his eyes when he first looked at you. From there you should have known he didn’t see the life inside of you. The vampire whose fangs ghost over your neck and haunt your nights is far from a lover. He’s an obligation. A duty. The choice you were forced to make among the six other princes.

Some nights you question what would have been if you picked someone different. How would the others treat their Church’s generous gift? Would you be more than a puppet?

His hand sends a visible chill through you. The sickly sweet voice of Lord Yoongi that you dread has returned after weeks away. There’s no doubt in your mind that there’s a toothy-grin widening on his face when he inhales your scent. You were just starting to enjoy that temporary freedom from his demanding fangs. Oh, how you wish he was gone just a while longer.

Yoongi had been away visiting a nearby kingdom to the West for business. Both Lord Namjoon and Lord Hoseok accompanied him. You know very little of their endeavors. Council work if anything. Matters that a blood-bag, such as yourself, has no business knowing. You are thankful for the pleasant peace of the manor while you had it.

You remain quiet, but your heart pounds in your chest. Anyone in an earshot can probably hear it pumping through your veins. Yoongi sends a full attack to your nervous system and he hardly touches you.

“Let’s pretend that’s excitement,” he comments as a nimble finger runs along your neck.

“H-How was the trip?” You ignore his first question completely. Faking a soft smile to please him.

“Nonsense,” he mutters as his mouth hovers the crook of your next. Your body already expects the snag of his teeth any second now. “Take off that pathetic excuse of a dress the servants dressed you in. I want you in my quarters. Now,” Yoongi whispers with demand.

You feel that there’s no room for objections, you’ve learned the hard way once or twice before. Disobeying Yoongi only makes things harder for you.

The first step you take halts as you feel his hand tug at the lace to your bodice. It snaps easily, loosening the material for an easier escape. Yoongi trails you, watches you with a burning hunger, as one by one you shed your clothes on your way to his room. 

There’s no shame walking down the corridors of the manor, you’ve gotten used to these trips. Seen many others in the same position. It’s the way of life here.

Yoongi’s room is one of the furthest from the grand room. It requires walking the stairs and passing several other spaces before reaching the crystal knob of his door. On occasion, his impatience forces you into the music room where he lays you on the piano lid and does exactly what one can imagine. 

Although, tonight doesn’t feel like one of those nights.

“You haven’t answered me yet,” his voice hums, “did you miss me?”

You don’t loath the man, but you know what he does to you. How you are easily frail compared to him and fear slipping up. The sharpness in his fangs and in his words and the strength in his grip and demeanor. You do not miss his beastly moods when he sucks your blood savagely and brings you to the brink of tears. To where you fall far too weak to put up a fight.

There are no soft sides to Yoongi, not from what you’ve witnessed anyway. When he’s finished with you, you’re sure he’ll do it with no remorse.

You want to answer truthfully. Saying ‘no’ is on the very tip of your tongue. Maybe his absence did make you feel useless in a way. But you also felt relief by being away from the ruthless need of your body. And for that, you feel a tang of guilt. Making you question how you actually feel.

“Yes, my Lord,” you speak sweet yet flat. “Your presence was greatly missed.”

Finally, you’re met in the center of his room. The still cool air swallows you as you stand there awaiting his next command. The click to the door shutting behind you resounds out loud. It leaves you trapped inside the vampire’s chamber.

“Of course you did,” he smirks to himself as he slowly undos his cufflinks. His eyes continue to scan you, admiring the shape of your body and nudity. “Go on. Sit.”

You see the nod of his head from your peripheral as you stare blankly at the dark silk comforter. A canopy hangs from the ceiling above, draping thick charcoal black curtains. There’s a litter of candles scattered throughout, none of which are lit. You’re granted very little light from the cascading moon from outside the tall paneled windows. It’s darker than usual due to the storm clouds. 

Everyday his chamber is cleaned and dusted even when left unoccupied. Yoongi likes his stuff maintained, presetine if he could. If one thing is out of alignment he will notice it. They have workers for several reasons, many for pure enjoyment and food.

As you take a seat on the side of the bed, Yoongi hovers. He stands close, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head up to look at him. His grip is menacing, you’re aware of how easily a man with his strength can break your bones.

“Whore,” he comments as he looks down on you.

His voice cuts through you like a knife. Clear and loud. He watches the way your eyes flicker in shock and widen. Heat plasters to your face as his grip tightens.

“Do you think I don’t know?” He huffed a laugh. “Why don’t you tell me what I'm speaking about?”

“Y-Yoongi I –”

He slips a finger into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to prevent you from forming any more words.

“Take my name out of your dirty mouth or I'll do it for you,” he threatens.

“I’m sorry!,” you attempt to say out of pure reaction. 

Yoongi leans in flashing you a smile, revealing his sharpened canines. His eyes turn a blazing ruby red, popping out of his stark black hair.

“I’ll release your tongue and when the second I do, I expect you to tell me.”

He waits for your acknowledgement before his fingers find their way back to cradling your chin.

“Lord Jimin,” the name falls out of your mouth just as your eyes fall to the ground. “I didn’t know what I was supposed to do,” you fester up.

How could you? With no guidance from the Lord you picked. He left you at the manor with very little discussion. There’s unspoken rules you’re still learning to this day. How are you supposed to know what Lord Yoongi wants when he doesn’t speak the words into existence?

“You’re not his,” Yoongi states. He rests one knee on the edge of the bed beside you. His other hand traces up your arm lightly all the way to the back of your neck. With his position, he brings your head back up to look at him. “I don’t care what he says. You picked me.”

“He would have killed me if I denied his advances,” you mention. Confusion and panic swells deeply in your eyes. “He only just –”

Yoongi snorts, displeased beyond belief. “He wouldn’t unless he wanted a war. He knows you belong to me and took the opportunity to take you when I was gone.”

“–Just bit me!,” you managed to get out.

“Hm?” Yoongi’s eyebrow quirks.

“He only just bit me. I swear there is nothing more!”

You plead with your eyes. You’ve never wanted to upset him in any way. The role you play is one you take seriously. If you were murdered by a fellow ally of your Lord, that would have madden him further, no?

Yoongi’s touch turns featherlight, nothing compared to how he touches you when he lays with you. Rough and demanding. Guiding you exactly how and when he wants it. It’s what you’re expecting from him.

He leans down close, slotting his head next to your neck as he breathes in your scent. “I’ll keep you locked up in my room.” Yoongi’s lips touch against your skin, you can’t help but shiver. “Spread your legs.”

Yoongi’s cool fingers ghost your core, leaving traces as they pass each inch. You feel the threat of his fangs against you, making your body heat up quickly. It is safe to say that you do miss the way he touches you. Feeling his grip all over your body, it brings you to places you’ve never – and will never – admit.

“But I'll have no property of mine” – he continues with his earlier words – “be shared like a whore on the street.”

You politely move your head to the side with his hand as direction, bracing for the impact of his teeth. They lightly drag along your jugular until he finds his desired spot before sinking them into your skin.

The feeling hurts like a razor sharp sting as you release a groan. Yoongi’s hand secures you in place as the other presses against your heated core. His fingers slip between your folds, gliding them across your clit and into your pussy. Drawing out the wetness he searches for.

There’s a trickle of blood that breaks through the seam of Yoongi’s lips, dripping down the front of your chest. He’s sloppy, unusual for him. Probably from the weeks away. You stay stagnant, letting Yoongi do as he pleases.

“Lay back,” Yoongi pushes you down before you feel his lips pressing kisses on your thighs. He continues to press two fingers into you while he reaches for your nipple, swirling around the hardening bud.

You close your eyes as you let out a shuddering breath. Your entire body is warming up, aching silently for more. Maybe he misses you?

“Do you want me to touch you more?” The voice is so low you can barely hear it over the heavy rain outside. When his touch does everything to ignite that burning sensation inside, how can you not want more?

“Yes,” you whimper when another kiss lands on your inner thigh. You feel your pussy tighten from the want, the need.

“Yes?” He questions, as his fingers pinch down hard on your nipple. It sends bolting zaps of pain through you, making you yelp at the action.

You feel his plunging fingers curl up inside you and drag against your walls. Your legs move on their own accord, body only reacting to the joyous sensation.

“Oh God, yes! Please touch me!” You plead.

Once your desperate words leave your mouth, he latches onto your clit, sucking the sweet tender bud eagerly. He pairs it well with the pace of his fingers in your aching core, possessive hand roaming your front as his body slots between your legs.

Your curious eyes travel downward to spy Yoongi’s black hair nuzzled between your thighs and feverishly licking at your leaking arousal. It takes everything in you to not place your hands in his hair, you know he doesn’t like being touched. But it looks so soft, so long and pretty. 

“I don’t want you to ever think about being bitten by anyone else,” he growls. “Your blood is mine and mine only.” You feel your leg being lifted enough for Yoongi’s fangs to pierce the skin on your inner thigh.

His words and actions make you whimper. Yoongi’s tongue laps over the bleeding blood on your skin.

“I won’t,” you affirm as you toss your head to the side. Absentmindedly your fingers thread through his hair, it feels like the finest of silks. “I only want you to bite me, Lord Yoongi.”

Your confession pleases him. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, diving it deep into your leaking hole. A moan slips from your mouth while your fingers fasten a lock in his hair. Lewd noises spill into the air from the vampire sucking and licking at your core, devouring the taste of you.

Doing what he says always grants you intense pleasure. Being good tends to satisfy you, you realized that a long time ago. Once Yoongi draws you agonizingly close to a climax, he withdraws his pursuit. Leaving you in a cloud of haze.

‘Is that it?’ you think to yourself. Why the sudden stop? Did you do something wrong?

Yoongi reluctantly pulls from you, forcing your hands off his hair with a sinister smile. Blood and arousal is smeared across his mouth and chin.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper the question.

You’re left huffing and puffing as you feel your orgasm slipping away from you. His menacing stare down doesn’t ease your mind and you feel your body shriveling up from under his scorching red eyes.

“Time to learn your lesson.”

Yoongi manages to pull your body up the bed to the headboard. Fastening two hard metal cuffs to each of your wrists. You’ve been here once before in a playful gig, but the motivation behind Yoongi’s tone sends a shiver to your spine.

You obey, as you should, while the darkness of the drapes shroud around the bed. You’re left with red glowing eyes staring straight down at you once again. His ethereal features, as beautiful as they are, frighten you to say the least. There's anger swirling inside of him. The angel you view Yoongi at shows how the cut of his eyes are deadly, the shape of his jaw is sharp and the curve of his lips stands against the casted shadows of the dark. You feel the anxious fear bubbling up inside your body, a spike of nerves setting aflame.

“What?”

He can read you like a book. Heart pinging higher than the normal rate. A confused quirk of your brows. Even the clearing of your throat and desperate breaths have him understanding your senses. Your body language tells him everything he needs to know about your fear.

“Brianne!” Yoongi snaps his fingers together as he calls upon a servant.

On cue, the door to his room opens and closes. She walks as punctually as ever, hands clasped in front of her apron as she curtsy bows to the vampire.

“My Lord,” she smiles. Paying you no mind as you lay naked and latched to Yoongi’s bed. “How may I aid you?”

“My puppet here is in need of a lesson. Care to participate?”

“It would be an honor,” Brianna bows.

Unspokenly, she begins to shed her clothes piece by piece. Yoongi hums to himself as he does the same. You are left strapped there, witnessing the entire event in confusion.

It’s as if this has been done before. You watch with worry as Brianne steps out of her skirt and pulls out the ties of her hair, allowing it to cascade around her shoulders. She steps toward the bed, eyes nearly lifeless, as she glances at you. There’s several, very visible, bite wounds on her body.

Quickly, Yoongi meets Brianne from behind. His hands guide her atop the mattress as she kneels near your feet. You curl up further, drawing your legs into yourself as your mind races with endless possibilities of what’s about to happen.

“Puppet?”

You flinch, very noticeably, at the bark of your nickname. You hadn’t realized how on edge your nerves are until now.

Yoongi follows behind Brianne, being sure to peer over her shoulder at you with his ruby eyes. Brianne is displayed before you, legs spread apart as she kneels, tits in full view. Yoongi’s crafty and daft hands sliding across her front and touching every piece of her. It’s a taunting scene, mentally riling you up inside.

“I want you to know,” Yoongi begins with a devilish low growl, “How easy it is,” he pushes aside Brianne’s hair to expose her neck, “For us to take a whore.”

Yoongi latches his mouth down on Brianne, forcing a muffled groan out of her throat. He bites, and bites, and bites, until there’s a chain of red leaking down her shoulder and arm. Some meet the mound of her breast, where Yoongi happily is cupping with his own hand while the other is gliding down her front and rubbing circles on her clit.

You watch in shame and fear. Seeing the way Brianne thrives from the mutilating hands and mouth of the Lord. Pleasure crosses her face, pain and ecstasy. She has no embarrassment with the noises that leak out of her. You swear you see her face mocking yours as you turn away.

“Look at me,” you hear the demanding growl of Yoongi.

But the burning heat of anger tingles your face. You fear disobeying him though. It only can make things worse.

“Puppet!” he growls over Brianne’s moans. Yoongi pushes Brianne down on her hands, her head closer to where you curl up against the headboard. “Look at what I am doing!”

You hesitantly glance over, hating the scene you see. Yoongi’s possessive hands scratch Brianne’s back as he lines himself behind her. There’s blood covering his front, smearing down his chest as his mouth gaps open. You squirm uncomfortably. As much as you loathe what’s happening, how your heart is thumping with disbelief and hatred, it bothers you even more that it turns you on.

Yoongi spits down at the junction between Brianna and himself and lathers his cock with his free hand. He slots himself inside her roughly, pulling out a loud moan from Brianne and forcing tears to swell in your eyes.

“Look at me!” He commands again, and this time you stare at his glowing eyes. 

Locked in and afraid to move. Sure you can see Brianne through the edges of your sight, you can see the way Yoongi’s abs flex with each harsh thrust he inflicts on her, the way her audible noises fill the room just like the way Yoongi’s cock fills her pussy.

He keeps his stare with you, eyes threatening. “How do you feel when I choose someone else? To make them feel this good while I feed and fuck them? Do you think you’re so special to go around and give yourself up like Brianne here?” He grunts between breaths, making sure to give Brianne a good ramming as her hips get pulled back into him. 

Yoongi continues to speak to you, “Do you want to end up like this?” He quizzes you again. He forces Brianne to flip over, revealing all those scattered bite marks on her body including his own. He arches her back by holding a hand under her. You can’t help but to flick your eyes down at it.

There’s a burning rage brewing inside of you, watching the way your Lord takes care of another. Bluntly in front of you as well. You don’t think you’re anything special, just a gift from the Church. There’s no doubt in your mind Yoongi has all the freedom to do what he pleases, but you’re mad that you aren’t the option when you were only raised to be such.

You remain silent and fear stricken. There’s upset and anger on your face and he can see that. Pathetically, you are his. You picked this. But desperately you want to only be his.

“No,” you whimper out. There’s a sad tear that rolls down the curve of your cheek.

“‘No’ what?”

There’s thorns forming inside of your throat, digging into it as if your voice doesn’t have freedom.

“No I don’t want this!”

Yoongi continues to thrust into Brianne, but his attention is on you. His hand closes down on her throat, squeezing slowly to prevent airflow.

“Have you learned?” His fingernails begin digging into Brianne and you hear her noticeable gasp. “That a whore is used by many and can be,” – he squeezes firmer, watching Brianne’s hands clasp around his wrist in protest – “killed with no feeling of guilt?”

There’s a gargle replacing the moans in Brianne’s mouth. Her eyes are bloodshot and full of tears. Yoongi pays no attention, he knows what he’s doing. But he keeps his ruby eyes on you, stalking your next actions.

“Yoongi, stop!” You shout with warning, “She’s going to die!”

“So?” His voice is cold.

“Stop!” you plead. “Stop it, stop it, stop it! I get it! I’m sorry! Just stop it!” Each hopeless syllable falling out of your mouth amplifies higher until you shout.

Yoongi finally halts his actions completely, releasing his grip on poor Brianne and pulling out of her. She gasps as her lungs fill with air, hands clutching her throat. Yoongi rolls her over, letting her legs hit the floor beside the bed and commands her to stand.

He analyzes her, wipes away the wet tears from her face before patting the side of her head. “Gather your things,” he beckons. “Please seek Lord Jimin and tell him you are but a gift from me.”

Brianne attempts a hoarse response but her throat is far too fragile to speak. She quickly gathers her belongings and rushes out of the room, holding her throat with a hand the entire time.

As the room falls silent, you can’t help but stare at the naked vampire in front of you. He’s thin, toned, skin milky pale due to his vampiric complexion and lack of sun. Cock stands out, still hardened as a hand runs along its length.

“Never become a whore, puppet. It’ll get you killed.”

Yoongi turns to look back at you, seeing how shriveled up you’ve become. He knows the power he holds and the loyalty you only wish to fulfill. It’s how you are raised. You want to act on your own actions, but Yoongi is the shotcaller. The owner of you.

“I’m only yours,” you state with a nod. 

Like lightning, Yoongi returns to you. Finger’s dipping into your cunt again. He groans with the seeping wet arousal leaking from you, making sure to comment on how you must have been turned on all along. He pushes deep inside your needy walls, stoking and thrusting his fingers at a quick pace almost as if he wants you to cum right then and there. His tongue works on your clit, swirling delicately around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The pleasure between your legs causes you to tremble, Yoongi’s name falls out of your mouth as you tug on the cuffs chaining you to the bed. You’re beginning to feel the start of your delayed climax from before. Your breaths become shallow pants while you can’t help but ride Yoongi’s mouth desperately.

Your hazy mind takes away your active awareness and forces you to enjoy the senses you hear, feel, smell, taste, and see. Yoongi works his way up past your navel, peppering kisses on his pursuit to your clavicles. His teeth glide over your skin only enough to scratch you as you whimper from the loss of his tongue.

Somehow you end up on your knees and straddling Yoongi’s pelvis. He flipped you quickly to slide himself under you. The chains twist, forcing your wrists together. His hair fans out around his head as he rests on the pillow, eyes lazily looking up at your hanging breasts. You feel the cold hard hands on your hips as he leads you onto his cock, letting you slide against his length and spread your arousal on him.

You use your arm to muffle your moan as he slips his tip inside of you. The promise of his length inside of you makes you eager so you press down. Letting an inch deeper before he pulls you back up to begin the process again.

Yoongi leans up from under you to latch his mouth on one tit, sucking harshly at your nipple before sinking his fangs enough to draw blood. The sting hurts, you whine on the impact as he simultaneously draws your hips down onto him. Stuffing his thick cock inside your tight cunt.

You want to lean on him for support but those blasted chains hold your position high. In reaction, you bite your own arm as you feel the way Yoongi fills you up and feeds on you. The joyous satisfaction you gain from pleasing the Lord is soon to follow.

Yeah, there is no way you wish to be a whore. Yoongi is more than enough.

“You like it. Don’t you, puppet?” Yoongi chuckles. He pulls on your hair sharply, twisting your head to the side to admire his earlier bite mark. “You like being my little puppet and filled up like this, huh?” Yoongi grinds his hips into you, his other hand firmly guiding your body to ride him.

You’re left breathless, painfully in pleasure, but fully enjoying being filled to the brim by his cock. The recklessness of his grip on your hair and bleeding from his beautiful bites. It’s so devilishly good, you could never wish to be anything more than his puppet. 

“Ah, please,” you groan. The sound of skin against skin resonates throughout the darkened room. It’s mingled with your beautiful cries and his low guttural grunts. 

“I love it,” you confess.

You don’t ever want to be used to getting filled so well. You don’t want to be curious about the other princes and how they would treat you. Something about Yoongi is exactly what you need, you just never knew before. Is the lesson supposed to make you have this realization?

Yoongi releases a low groan against your skin, murmuring, “you feel so fucking good. You taste so fucking good.”

Once again, Yoongi sinks his teeth in you. The pain draws you closer to your impending orgasm and you yelp outloud. 

His thrusts become even more determined. Your chest arches into him as you tug on the cuffs that limit your hand movement. The noise from the headboard thuds rhythmically against the wall as your cunt clenches.

“Cum on me,” you hear the words tickle your ears. Yoongi’s hand wraps around your head and leads you into a bloody, searing kiss. He hushes your moans as his tongue dives past your teeth.

Metabolic tasting liquid seeps into your taste buds but you aren’t focused on the flavor. The cradling hand on your cheek and gentle soft strokes of his fingers on your hips are. The deepened kiss, full of lust and passion, sends you to overdrive as you whimper through your crashing orgasm.

Your legs shake against his sides in the same pace of your walls gripping his cock. Your blood trickles down on Yoongi’s chest as you ride out the waves of pleasure. Wet squelching sounds happen at the intersection between you and him as his thumb runs circles against your clit.

You feel your eyes fluttering shut as you groan. Your rolling orgasm kicks your body into realizing how much strain it’s handling. The harsh mixture of pain and pleasure. Your body is beginning to fall limp, the life and energy inside of you finally hitting their max. You want to collapse but Yoongi continues to thrust into you, perhaps chasing his own high.

“Ah,” you breathe as Yoongi’s mouth detaches from yours. His eyes focus on the mess of arousal on his lap, the way your cunt disappears his cock entirely. There’s a vice grip on your hips now, all you can do now  is be a toy for him.

A puppet, so he’d say.

Your head begins to spin as your vision fades into darkness. The last thing you see is the beautiful features of Yoongi, enjoying full on gratification from your body. Blood covered across his smooth poreless skin and black raven hair. 

moodboard credit: @kth1

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[rabbibond]

Lord Sylas Briarwood

[bloodinmymilkshake]

PERC'ILDAN ARRANGED WEDDING AU... but not in the way you think.

The de Rolo family is alive, Anna Ripley betrayed the Briarwoods, as a result of which they were exposed and executed.

Vax and Vex were unable to escape from their father and remained to live with him in Singorn.

And one day Sildor decides to use his children for political gain, concluding an alliance with Whitestone through an arranged marriage.

At a family dinner, he announces to his children that they are going to Whitestone to meet Vex's future husband, Percival, and Vax's future wife, Cassandra.

Vex doesn't believe in love and isn't too upset. Vax knows that his sister will have to stay in Whitestone, and he will return to Singorn with a new wife, and is worried about the separation.

Meanwhile, Lord Frederick also informs his children about the upcoming marriage over dinner. Cassandra is 18 and she is still a rebellious teenager, so she greets the news with scandal and tears. Her parents don’t really want to let her go to another state, but they hope that marriage will benefit their daughter.

Percy, at 23, is not at all interested in girls. Instead, he spends his days helping Anna Ripley in the lab as an assistant, and working on his personal projects in the evenings (she allows him to use the lab in exchange for his help). He is not interested in his future wife, but his father promises him a personal workshop if he does not break the deal.

Before the guests from Singorn arrive, Cassandra cuts off her long hair as a rebellion, upsetting her parents. At dinner, she reveals that she is interested in sword fencing (not a very common thing for a girl), and Vax offers her a practice match (much to his father's displeasure). During the fight, Cassandra and Vax get to know each other better and find a lot in common, but not in a romantic way.

Father invites Percy to give Vex a tour of his laboratory and show her the weapon design he is working on. Percy talks enthusiastically about revolvers, but Vex isn't too interested. Julius, Percy's older brother and crown lord, saves his younger brother from embarrassment and his fiancée from boredom by inviting Vex to take a walk in the garden together.

In the evening, the twins share their impressions. Vax says his fiancee is too young for him and he sees her as a younger self rather than a woman he can love. Vex says she met an aristocratic, intelligent and interesting man with whom she discussed Whitestone politics, but this is not her future husband. Vax shares with his sister his anxiety about their separation and almost cries.

The next evening, Percy stays late in the laboratory as usual, and Vax gets lost in the corridors of the castle and accidentally wanders into his lab. Percy promises Vax that he won't lay a finger on his sister after the wedding. Vax makes the same promise to Percy. Percy shows Vax his greatest achievement, the Pepperbox, and talks enthusiastically about it. After years of work, the project is finally nearing completion and he is very excited.

Vax enjoys watching Percy like this, and they feel sympathy for each other.

The next day, Percy demonstrates the "greatest invention that will redefine guns" to his family and guests, but the Pepperbox misfires. Part of Percy's family doesn't believe him and he is very upset about his failure. Vax comes to his laboratory and consoles him, and then suggests that he take a walk around the castle to take his mind off things.

Over time, their walks become more frequent. During one of them, they goes onto the roof of the castle, from where they have a view of the entire Whitestone.

They sit there with a bottle of wine, and Percy shares with Vax his concern that his sister is still just a child, and he does not want to let her go to Singorn. Vax promises Percy that he will take care of Cassandra and protect her.

One sunny day, Julius invites everyone (namely Vex, Vax, Cassandra and Percy) for a horse ride. Vex, like him, is a big horse lover - she gets along very well with animals, and this fascinates Julius.

All five of them have a carefree time and forget about the upcoming wedding for a while. In the evening, Vax comes to his sister’s room and asks how she feels about Julius. Vex says they're just friends, but that doesn't sound convincing.

A couple of weeks before the wedding, Julius walks into the laboratory when Percy is alone there. He tells his brother that he is very lucky, because his future wife is a wonderful girl. Percy doesn't share his brother's opinion at all and says he doesn't feel right. He used to think that marriage was just a convention, but now, having met someone special, Percy thinks about love for the first time.

At the same time, Vax finds Vex crying in her room. Vex says she is very stupid, but she really fell in love with Julius. She is afraid that he will push her away if he finds out about this, because she is engaged to his brother. Besides, Julius is the crown lord, and she is an illegitimate daughter, and they cannot be together. Vax says that he fell in love with Percy, and it hurts him to see both his beloved and sister so unhappy.

The day before her father arrives from Singorn, Vex meets Julius in the garden and says that he will not be able to forgive her for what she is about to do. The next moment, she kisses him. They spend the night together in Vex's room.

Percy goes to the roof and finds Vax there. He sits down next to him and takes his hand. Their lips almost touch, but neither of them dares to kiss. Percy says, that he can't imagine kissing his unloved bride at the wedding ceremony (Percy has never kissed before). Vax advises him to imagine the one he loves.

They spend the night next to each other, but it seems pointless to each of them to talk about feelings, when very soon their world will collapse forever.

In the morning Sildor arrives and everyone gathers at the table. Unexpectedly for everyone, Julius suddenly gets up and, in front of his entire family, asks Sildor for his daughter’s hand in marriage. He says that after everything that happened between them, it is his duty to marry Vex to preserve the young lady's honor. Nobody can object to him.

Percy stands next to his brother. He turns to Sildor and asks for Vax's hand in marriage. He says he fell in love with him, and since same-sex marriage is legal in Whitestone, the agreement between the families is not broken: both twins marry into the children of the De Rolo family.

Left alone, Percy and Vax finally confess their feelings to each other. Vax takes Percy's face in his hands and asks if he can kiss him.

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[jjungkookislife]

Quarterly Fic Recs 2024: #3

Hello! This list is a bit late but life has kept me busy! I haven't been able to read as much as I'd like but I wanted to share these fics I enjoyed the past few months! I hope you'll enjoy them too. As always, please consider reblogging or let the author know you've enjoyed their work :) Please be mindful of the warnings in each fic as well!

Seokjin

End of the Line @kookslastbutton

summary: Your relationship with Seokjin hits a bumpy path when he notices you’ve been spending more time with his friends than him. It’s an understatement to say your boyfriend has had enough of it.

Yoongi

Blackthorn @sweetestofchaos

summary: The love story of Emperor Yoongi and Empress Keena has been passed down from generation to generation; a love story so strong that it had surpassed the passage of time. This is their story and how they came to be together time and time again in another lifetime.

Lollipop @kithtaehyung

summary: after the summer cookout ends, you say goodnight to your brother and his best friend. but the latter just had to have a lollipop in his mouth… and had to make you aware of it hours later.

Twisted Fate @kth1fics

summary: A slice of vampiric lifestyle here inside the Briarwood Manor walls after you ultimately picked the Lord you wish to serve.

Whirlwind @ysljoon

summary: with a hurricane coming your way towards your state, your roommate provides a safe haven to the man you’ve despised for as long as you can remember.

Bet Wrong @kithtaehyung

summary: after seeing how comfortable yoongi is in his place with your brother and their friends, it’s hard for you to leave… but it’s also hard for you to stay.

I won't hurt you @kth1fics

summary: You find out that your boyfriend is Ghost Face, but he doesn’t want to hurt you.

Seconds Later @jtrbluv

enemies to lovers!au

Namjoon

Call of Duty @namjooncentric

summary: Namjoon is a military officer and has to go to the field again. When will he come back?

Jungkook

Paradise @minisugakoobies

summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

Jealous @btsgotjams27

summary: you two agreed - sex without feelings. but it all goes out the window when you have to watch two girls fawn over him and he sees your ex trying to make up for lost time.

Like or Like Like @dambaepuff

summary: After Jeongguk’s Valentines date bailed on him, he came home defeated and upset. In your attempt to comfort him things get heated.

Chasing Cars @oddinary4bts

summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who’s coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

Multiple Members/OT7

Before I Leave You Ch. 73 @hollyhomburg

summary: You are everything to Yoongi, the yoke in his egg, the daffodils on the sidewalk, the sunshine in the morning. Everything. He just had to remember it.