#not violet making a scenes on the front steps

[sea-owl]

https://www.tumblr.com/sea-owl/725002488312365056/im-back-on-my-violet-x-portia-bullshit-this?source=share

There has to be more of this right???

I mean there can be.

Imagine if the widowed lord kept flirting with Portia at these balls driving Violet closer and closer to that Bridgerton jealousy. Finally, one night, she snapped, ordering the carriage driver to take her to Featherington House. Portia was walking up the steps just returning home as Violet stormed out of the carriage.

Portia could see what was coming, a shiver of excitement running through her, but she reme they were still outside. Violet didn't.

"Lady Bridgerton," Portia started to say when the other woman cut her off.

Violet said nothing, but her eye twitched at hearing her title. They agreed on no titles during these times. She crushed the other woman's lips with her own, the force of it sending Poetia back a few steps. Violet simply followed her, refusing to give up the kiss.

"My ladies," Mrs Varley coughed.

Violet and Poetia jumped. Both of them panting, and holding onto one another.

"May I suggest taking this argument to a more private setting?" Mrs Varley said, opening the door a bit wider.

Portia let go of Violet, she began making her way inside. She tried to ignore the few curls Violet tugged loose, the scratches she made on Violet's shoulder. "Yes, we shall. Varley make sure no one comes to disturb us."

"Yes ma'am," Varley replied, shutting the front door.

Portia pinned Violet to her bed, her eyes lit up in fury. "What scene were you making out there? You know better!" She hissed.

Violet bucked up her hips into Portia's. She earned a gasp from the red head, and the dominat hand as she rolled them over. "I could very well ask you the same thing. Flirting with Lord Williams?"

Portia's face scrunched in disgust. "I would not let another man in this house, much less my bedroom!"

Violet smiled, her hand moving lower. "Good."

[kutepik]

Eyes on you - Part 2

(mdni 18+) Caleb is aware that you know about the hidden cameras all over his house. Now he’ll have to face the consequences of his actions once he gets home.

3k words. also posted on ao3!

Part 1 HERE (please read it for context)

Did you... Winked at the camera? 

Did you... know? Were you aware of the cameras all along? And you did all that, knowing he'd be watching? 

Caleb stared at the large monitor in his office like a maniac, replaying the part of the tape where you left your soaked panties on the bathroom door handle and looked directly at the hidden camera next to the painting in the hallway. He played the scene once more, pausing at the frame where you winked directly at him. Caleb's lips curled up into a sick smile. He could touch himself and cum right there and then, but you were clearly waiting for him at home to “relax”. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were as fucking insane as he was. And that made him even crazier about you. 

Flustered and in a hurry, Caleb left his office without explaining himself to anyone, determined to arrive in less than twenty minutes - no, ten if he ran over a few stop signs. It didn't matter how many tickets he got, he just had to be quick enough to find those panties still wet. And trust him, he would. 

Now he found himself in that hallway, standing in front of the closed bathroom door with those panties between his fingers. He could feel the wetness and viscosity of your fluids against the soft fabric. It was so soaked that his fingers got wet enough to bring it to his lips and lick it like a hungry dog. It wasn't enough. Caleb brought the panties to his mouth and nose, sinking into their smell, taste and wetness. And that was the scene you witnessed when you opened the bathroom door, dripping from the shower and wrapped in a towel. 

The lilac eyes of your oh, so dear friend Caleb seemed more violet in the dimness of that corridor. He looked at you like an animal, not a man. It was almost threatening, if you didn't know that this man would never be able to do anything to you - at least not something you didn't want him to. 

At first, when you left the panties on the doorknob, the plan was to get Caleb into the bathroom, where you two could work out the sexual tension that had built up over the years. But now, here, with this man explicitly pleasuring himself with your used panties, obsessed, hungry, and unashamed to show it to you, all you could think about was how far he would go for you. 

"Pathetic” you said, lifting your chin, your eyes locked on his. His pupils dilated as he heard you, his hand still holding your panties to his nose, as if he could not fucking stop smelling and feeling you in that dirty piece of cloth, even with you here, watching him and scolding him for it. "I knew you stole my panties in high school," you muttered quietly, taking a step forward. "But you're still doing it as a full-grown man? Really pathetic" His erection was obvious "And what about those cameras? Hm?" You pushed your hand against his, suffocating him with the panties he smelled like a pervert. Caleb smiled while groaning under the fabric, breathless. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" You pushed him, your hand still over his nose and your panties, making him stagger backwards and through the bedroom door that was opposite the bathroom in the hallway. With one last push, Caleb fell onto the bed, his elbows supporting him, and you took the opportunity to grab your panties back. He panted like a dog after his favorite toy, forcing you to put a knee between his legs — against his hard-on — to prevent him from moving. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he groaned, rubbing his clothed cock against your leg. “I- you're driving me crazy-" he gasped, holding your thigh "Literally. All I think about is you, all I want is you, all I..." He panted, still thrusting against your bare skin like a pervert. You pressed your knee down harder, making him moan louder and stop moving. 

"Since when did you install the cameras?" You waved your panties in front of his face like a tempting reward. "Hm?" You brought the fabric close to his nose and pulled before he could grab it. 

"Ever since you came back to Linkon and told me you were coming to see me," Caleb leaned his head against your stomach, like a devotee holding onto their god. "I just wanted to see you when I wasn't home, Pipsqueak. I just want to make sure you're safe." The Colonel's rough fingers curled into the fabric of the towel wrapped around your damp body, pulling you closer, secure in his embrace. "You're everything. Everything" He lifted his face, still pressed against your abdomen, staring at you with eyes that were now a deep purple. 

"You say it like that was your only intention." You pulled his hair back, forcing him to pull away from you "But what about the cameras in the bathroom? The ones near the shower? Are they there to protect me?" He bit his lip and tried to pull you close again, but you pulled even harder on his hair. Caleb groaned, and even with the force that your knee exerted on the middle of his legs, you felt the abundant pre-cum against your skin. 

"I told you, crazy. You drive me crazy, Pip. I want it all, to see it all, to touch it everything-" He dug his fingers even deeper into the towel. "I tried, I swear, I really did. But you're like a fucking drug. The panties weren't enough, I needed more." His voice was rough, like he was about to lose it, about to give in to his desires, but he kept fighting with everything he had. 

"More." You repeated and loosened your grip on the back of his neck, bringing the same hand up to caress his face. With the other hand, you released your panties on the floor. Then, you moved to the knot holding the towel and loosened it, letting the fabric fall to your feet. "Like this?" 

That was all it took for Caleb to sink his face into your stomach again, this time feeling skin on skin, covering it with mouth-open kisses. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck-" He sank his fingers into your flesh, bringing your mound against his lips. "Fuck, yes, like that," he said, almost desperate. 

"I'll give you what you need." You replied in a sweet tone and lifted the leg that had been caging against his cock to rest on the bed. This gave Caleb full access, and he understood the message. He started eating you out like a starving man who hadn't eaten in days. His tongue sank between your wet flesh, up and down, while his nose circled over your clit, soaking in your scent as if his life depended on it. One of his hands that had been holding your waist went down to your dripping pussy, and Caleb ran his fingers into your folds, wetting them with your juices. Suddenly, you felt his calloused, lubricated fingers enter you, curving as they fucked into you deliciously. 

"Thank you," he whispered as he kissed and licked your clit non-stop, at the same time as he fucked you with his fingers at a frantic pace. The whole situation had already turned you on, and the way Caleb fucked you with his fingers was too intoxicating for you to last long. Soon, your thighs started trembling, betraying the orgasm that was about to come. "Princess, please, please, come on my fingers, please," he begged, desperate, as he increased the speed of his thrusts and the movements of his tongue against your sweet nub. 

"Caleb!" You grabbed his hair again, trying to keep his face away from the squirt of your orgasm, but he grunted and stayed between your legs, drinking every drop. 

"You think I wouldn't want you to come all over my face?" He stuck out his tongue and licked your pussy again, looking at you obscenely. "I fucking dreamt about this for years. God, you're perfect." He kissed your belly again and nuzzled his face there. 

"You're really crazy." You grabbed his face, watching his drunken, cum-slicked smile. He seemed satisfied with it, as if your pleasure was all that mattered, and in fact, Caleb could die now, and it would be more than enough. But that wasn't enough for you. Not at all. During the time he was supposedly dead, if there was one thing you had learned, it was how much you regretted not having done more. You put yourself through hell, thinking about what might have happened if you'd just admitted that you knew about his crush on you, or that you knew about the hidden panties, or that you'd heard him masturbate countless times and call your name when he thought he was alone. You spent sleepless nights back then, thinking about what Caleb would do if he found out that you liked this, this obsession, this devotion, and worse, you felt that way about him too. You were obsessed, crazy, and attentive to him and what he did for you and to you. Now that he was back to you and had made his intentions clearer than ever, there was no point in hiding. 

"Take your clothes off." Your eyes lit up as you stared at the large stain in the middle of his pants. That wasn't just pre-cum. He came just from eating you out. Crazy bastard.  

Caleb pulled off his clothes carelessly, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't really need you to do anything. It already feels really good just to have had the chance to eat you out and make you come." You could tell he was holding back, and it made you angry. You wanted all of him, everything, completely honest and true, to you and to himself. 

"Caleb." You climbed on top of him, rubbing your wet pussy perfectly against the length of his throbbing and once again erect cock. Caleb moaned with pleasure, bringing his eyes down to meet your folds as you licked his cock clean. "You can do whatever you want to me." Your hips moved back and forth slowly. "I love that you're fucking insane about me..." You both moaned as your clit rubbed against his swollen tip. In one smooth motion, you lifted your hips slightly and held his hot length, rubbing the throbbing head over your clit, using his cock to please yourself. 

"Oh my god, that's so fucking hot," he cried as he began to thrust against your clit, moaning loudly along with you. 

"Caleb, I love that you're insane about me, because I'm just as insane as you are, and for you." With another roll against his tip, your lips let out a loud moan that was soon interrupted by Caleb's rough hands pulling you into a kiss. It was dirty and unceremonious. Your tongues met obscenely and without shame. 

"I-I can really do whatever I want? You sure?" He said between kisses, lowering one hand to your ass and the other to your soaking cunt. 

 "A-Ah! Yes! Please." You felt him thrust his fingers into you again, fucking you. The noise was wet, erotic, and your moans mingled with your panting breaths. 

"I want to fuck your pussy with my cock, please, please, please - I know you said I can do whatever I want, but I want to hear you tell me that I can, and that you want it as much as I do. I want to fuck you stupid and make you come again and again and again and fill your pussy with my cum to the brim," he said against your ear, spreading kisses as he continued to push his fingers inside you without stopping.  

"I want you inside me. Fuck." You whimpered at the speed of his fingers. "I want your cock, I – I want you." Your lips came together again in a hasty kiss. 

He thrust his curved fingers in harder, eliciting an obscene sound from you, before pulling them out. "I'll give you what you want. I'll give you anything, anything you want." Caleb ran his wet fingers over his own throbbing cock and held it, slapping it against the folds of your sensitive pussy. With his other hand, he lifted your hips just enough to bring his cock closer to your hole. He let out a loud sigh as he circled the tip over your entrance, feeling you, soaking into your juices. Then, in one smooth motion, he thrust in and reached your bottom. You swallowed him whole at once, both moaned in unison. This was just insane. 

"Are you okay? Are you feeling okay?" He said, breathing heavily, his eyebrows scrunched up, violet eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You smiled and relaxed your hips a bit more, lowering yourself enough to feel him balls deep into you. "Oh my god, you're so fucking good, you're taking me so deep. God, you're so tight—so perfect for me." Caleb looked so happy, finally being able to feel you, to be inside you, to fuck you. The two of you stared at each other breathlessly, still, savoring the sensation of being connected like this for the first time. "Look at you," he said, moving his hands up to your breasts and caressing them. "I need to fuck your breasts, cover them with cum, bite them and suck them..." Caleb murmured in a trance as he ran his hands over your body, imagining the possibilities. He brought his fingers up to your mouth, and you opened your lips and sucked his index and middle fingers. "I need to fuck your mouth too... I've imagined you sucking me off and me slapping my cock against your pretty cheek just to paint your face with my cum. I bet you'd look so beautiful." You moaned with his fingers inside your mouth. He withdrew the wet digits and guided them into his own mouth, sucking on them. 

You couldn't take it anymore, so you threw your torso back, leaned on his knees with your hands, and started rolling back and forth, riding him. Caleb watched as your pussy swallowed his throbbing cock up and down. "Holy shi- Yeah, just like that, fuck- like that." He brought his thumb to your sensitive nub and started stimulating it in slow, circular motions. 

"A-Ah, instead of thinking about what you are going to fuck, why don't you concentrate on this?" You teased, lifting your hips just enough to reach the sensitive head of his cock, only to slowly roll over. 

"You are- " Before Caleb could finish, you sank down again and started fucking yourself on his cock at a faster pace. Caleb threw his head back and cried out, moaning your name like a mantra. "'Holy fucking shit, where did you learn that?!" Before he could think too much about how you had acquired your sexual skills, you decided to hit him with another brutal ride. He groaned again, gripping your hips tightly. That would leave a mark 

"Better than you imagined, huh? When you touch yourself thinking of me." You said breathlessly, without stopping the movement of your hips. Caleb lifted his face to look at you, his eyes full of water and his mouth swollen from biting down to hold back his moans. 

"Are you kidding? Fuck. There's no comparison." He rubbed his thumb against your clit again, encouraging you to roll over more, seeking more friction. "Ah- Ah, yes! Good girl, use me however you want, fuck me, please." His finger followed the increasingly rapid speed of your hips, almost violently, abusing your already swollen spot from another orgasm. "Please, please use my cock however you want, fuck, sit on it, cum on my cock, please" 

"C-Caleb- Ah, ah, Shit!" You were breathless at the way he rubbed your clit, and suddenly, you stopped riding, sitting on him with your legs trembling, as you felt the orgasm come for the second time, wetting his cock with your liquid again. Your walls were contracting non-stop against his member, making him curse loudly. 

 "Fuck, you're so hot, squirting all over my cock, so fucking pretty.” He moaned, eyes filled with lust as he absorbed the vision of his cock soaked from your juices,  “You're going to drive me crazy squeezing me like this, shit-" He suddenly pulled your torso into a tight embrace, pressing your breasts against his chest as he began to thrust into you like a savage animal. "I'm sorry, I really can't hold it anymore," he bit your shoulder as he rammed into you with all his might, fucking and fucking you deep and dumb. Your sweaty skin seemed to melt and fuse together, and it was almost as if you were one. "You're so beautiful, so perfect. Your pussy was made to be fucked by me and only - shit - by me." He hugged your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling you two as close as possible. "You were made. for. me," he punctuated the words with each thrust, and took on an erratic rhythm. 

"I was. And you for — Ah! Me." You said, burying your face in his neck, and it was like a trigger: Caleb's legs started shaking, and his cock started throbbing, shooting his load inside you, over and over again. You both groaned loudly and hugged each other even tighter, as if that were humanly possible. The two of you stayed like that, hugging, soaked, stuck together, panting, and even after a full minute you could feel Caleb's cock twitching inside you, releasing one last hot spurt. 

After a bit of quiet time to catch your breath, you began to laugh and planted a few kisses on Caleb's sweaty neck. Carefully, you lifted your face to look at him. He had his eyes closed and a smile on his face. 

"Hey, Colonel, how's it going?" You said, your voice hoarse and tired. Caleb let out a quiet "mm-hmm" of approval. "Can you let me go now? We're disgusting." You looked down, feeling the sweat that glued your breasts and belly to his chest and abdomen. Caleb wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. 

"I'll never let you go," he said with a smile. You laughed and nuzzled your face against his neck again. You stayed like that, together, your breathing calming down and your heartbeats synchronizing. Suddenly, something popped into your head. 

"Hey, how long do these cameras keep the recordings?" You whispered, and Caleb shivered. You looked at him again, and he opened his eyes, his pupils getting bigger again. 

"I don't know... A few hours, or days, maybe." He stroked your back, lost in thought. "Do you want to see?" 

You laughed and stared back at him, "Absolutely." 

[prythianpages]

A Light That Never Goes Out | Azriel

Azriel x Rhysand's sister (reader) | The aftermath of Azriel kissing you in front of everyone in the Court of Nightmares.

warnings: angry Rhys, angry High Lord, brief mention of Tamsand, mating bond snapping

word count: roughly 3K, around 3.5K if you read the bonus scene

a/n: This is a part two to this but can be read as a stand alone. I had fun writing this but I worry this sounded better in my head. I was tempted to turn this into a crack fic bc of this trending tiktok sound.

Azriel kisses you, consequences be damned. His hand slides from yours to the nape of your neck, drawing you closer. You kiss him back with the same intensity, years of longing and love pouring into this single moment. Your mind and thoughts tangling with his, the bond between you surging with emotion. Desire and hope. He’s still in disbelief that tonight was the first night he told you he loved you.

But in truth, Azriel had been telling you all along—in every glance, every touch, every kiss that held more than words ever could.

Azriel’s shadows recoil as the two of you pull apart, breathless. The Court of Nightmares had faded away, the two of you lost in each other. It’s just you and him, as it is meant to be…Until the distinctive footsteps of your father approaching echoes throughout the ballroom. Your eyes are wide, too many emotions swirling within their depths. 

But Azriel is relieved that regret is not one of them.

“Azriel.”

The High Lord’s voice is calm and collected but the fury flickering in his violet eyes is unmistakable. He stands no more than two feet away, the authority radiating from him as cold as it is absolute. Beside him, Rhysand watches, his expression unreadable. 

Your father lifts a hand, wisps of darkness and starlight spilling from his fingertips. The orchestra resumes under the silent command and driven by some invisible force, the guests resume dancing and drinking. As if nothing had happened. 

“Come with me,” your father says, his tone leaving no room for argument. His command is directed solely at Azriel. “I’d like to have a word.”

 You try to hold on to Azriel, to keep him close, but he slips his fingers from yours, bowing his head in quiet submission to your father. Without another word, he follows after him. And though his command had been directed solely at Azriel, the weight of the situation falls on the both of you. 

So you step forward, determined to follow after them. But just as you step outside the ballroom, Rhysand grasps your arm, forcing you to a stop.

“You stupid, foolish…,” his voice trails off in frustration. “What have you done?”

You spin on him, eyes flashing with anger as you yank your arm out of his hold. “What have I done? What about what have you done? Planning marriage alliances behind my back? Like I’m some pawn on your chessboard?”

Rhysand’s gaze softens for a brief moment. “Y/n, I–”

“No.” You interrupt sharply, starlight beginning to swirl from the fingertip you point at him. You don’t want to hear his excuse, whatever justification he thinks will make this right. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Cassian and Mor making their way toward you, slipping through the dancing couples and out of the ballroom. 

The starlight seeping from your fingertip glows brighter, ready and poised to attack. However, it’s your words you speak into his mind that make the blow instead.

“You know, if you love that runt from Spring so much, why don’t you marry him yourself?”

Rhysand’s eyes widen, his brows furrowing as the meaning of your words hit him. The revelation that you know his secret. Where he’d sneak off to some nights. Why the scent of crisp rain and earth lingered on him when he’d return. You and Azriel had pieced it together after Cassian had mentioned that his book on Illyrian training and methods suddenly went missing. Given your secret, you and Azriel had kept that information to yourselves, waiting for the moment Rhysand would feel comfortable to tell you himself. 

It takes him a moment to regain his composure, for his gaze to harden again. His lips curl into a snarl–a warning.  “Y/n.”

He leans in forward but you take a step back and winnow away, only one thing on your mind. Finding Azriel.

**

The walk to the High Lord’s private office in the Court of Nightmares is silent but the sense of foreboding is nearly deafening. Azriel is tense, his shadows quiet and burrowing into his leathers. Too many possibilities and consequences storm through his mind, each one more damning than the last.

Does he regret kissing you in front of everyone? No.

That kiss was the first honest, uninhibited thing he’d allowed himself to do in years. It was freeing, exhilarating to be able to show everyone, especially the sons of Spring and Autumn that you were his and he was yours. He could face death for this—for touching the High Lord’s daughter. For kissing you so openly, so brazenly, in front of the entire court.

But why? Why should it be so wrong for him to love you? Because of his birth? The scars of his past that marked him as unworthy? He’s served loyally. Bled for this court.Tortured for this court. 

He’s watched from the shadows as lords and sons, full of false charm, have circled you like vultures, eyeing you as nothing more than a prize to be claimed.  And yet, when he—who knows you, who cherishes you—shows his love, it is considered a crime.

It isn’t fair. But Azriel has never been afforded fairness. 

The heavy doors to the High Lord's office swing open with a wave of his hand, and Azriel steps inside. The air is thick with tension, and every muscle in his body tightens. The High Lord gestures for him to sit, but Azriel bows his head, respectfully declining. Standing feels safer. Less vulnerable. He wonders if his refusal will anger the High Lord further, but the single shadow curling at his ear reports no rising fury.

He can feel the weight of the High Lord’s gaze—it’s heavy, scrutinizing, like the cold press of a blade against his skin. He keeps his eyes forward, even though his heart pounds in his chest. If there’s punishment to be had, Azriel will accept it.

The High Lord moves to his desk, positioned beneath an oculus, where moonlight spills through and dances across his features. He gazes up at the starlit sky as if searching for answers—or perhaps, waiting.

“Normally, this is the part where people like you should be begging for forgiveness, for a way to rectify your mistake.”

Azriel’s jaw tightens. “I haven’t made a mistake.”

“No?” The High Lord’s gaze snaps back to him, piercing as if he could peel away Azriel’s very skin to lay bare his soul. Azriel wonders, for a brief moment, if your daemati powers had been inherited from your father. Could the High Lord see into his mind, his thoughts? Have kept this power to himself all these years as a secret weapon? 

“You sound so sure of yourself,” the High Lord continues, his tone sharpening. “Tell me, how long has this... affair been going on?”

“For decades.” Azriel admits, knowing that there was no use in lying. The truth was already written in the way he kissed you, in the way he looked at you as you broke away from the kiss.

“For decades?” The High Lord repeats, his expression darkening, violet eyes narrowing. “You took my daughter’s first dance tonight of all nights.”

Azriel’s silence says everything. Both of them aware that Azriel had taken more than dances, more than a kiss.

“You’ve taken her innocence. You’ve ruined her…” The High Lord continues to seethe in that cool, unnerving tone.

Azriel’s fingers twitch at his sides, fighting the urge to reach for his dagger. Not to defend himself, but because it’s his only comfort in moments like these.

But this is not a battle to be fought with daggers or swords. This is a battle of love, of politics, of status. One he’s had no training for yet one he’s willing to fight. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d fight against all odds.

“Whether she marries Spring or Autumn, she will become a lady of the highest esteem and forge a strong alliance with my court. Laden with all the riches and wonders only a High Lord can offer. What can you offer? You don’t even have a proper last name to give her, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel swallows thickly, the weight and shame of his low-born status crashing into him like the violent current of Illyria’s river. It feels like he’s sinking under it, drowning in it. He knows he can’t offer you what any son of Spring or Autumn could. He had reminded you of that—again and again. 

It’s as if you can feel his doubts creeping back in, the poison of guilt and worthlessness seeping in. Your presence—soft, warm, and steady—enters his mind. You bring forth the memory you had shared with him moments ago on the dance floor again.

“I can’t give you much,” his voice had dropped to a whisper, barely a rasp as he leaned his forehead against yours. His nose brushed against yours, his lips hovering just over your own. “But I can give you everything I have.”

“That’s all I’ll ever need,” you had replied, the words echoing now in his mind, like an antidote to the venom of doubt. That’s all I’ll ever need, that’s all I’ll ever need, that’s all—

“I asked you a question, Azriel.” The High Lord’s sharp voice cut through the memory, yanking him back to the cold, oppressive reality of the Court of Nightmares. “What can you offer in exchange for my daughter?”

Azriel’s knees buckle beneath him before he even realizes it. He drops to the floor, bowing his head low. His shadows stir, swirling around him in a frenzy, urging him to stand. To stop him.

“My life.”

“Your life,” The High Lord muses. He lets out a dark, humorless chuckle. “You love my daughter enough to give your life for her?”

“Yes,” Azriel says, his voice firm and steady, even as his shadows coil tighter around his arms, trying to pull him back from this path. But he stays rooted to the floor. His life, his soul—it all belongs to you anyway. What was it worth, if not to protect you? To be yours?

The High Lord’s eyes narrow as he studies the swirling shadows, dark and restless, wrapping themselves around Azriel’s form. Shadowsingers are rare. Their power is precious. They can see and hear things others can’t. The only known living one kneels before him now. 

Despite his low born status, the Shadowsinger had also proved himself a formidable, Illyrian warrior. A Carynthian. It’s why he appointed Azriel as the Night Court’s spymaster.  

And now this powerful and strong male is offering his life.

To have a Shadowsinger as his spymaster is rare, a gift in itself. To have Azriel’s loyalty, his strength, his skills bound by magic for life. A weapon of mass destruction, at his beck and call. No room for betrayal, no worry over him leaving his court for another.

 All in exchange for your hand in marriage? 

Now, that sounds like a deal.

He lets out a thoughtful hum, voicing his consideration. He could give Azriel a title, raise him from his bastard status. At his will, darkness begins to rise from the floor. The power of the bargain hovers in the air between them, ready to etch itself into both their skins. 

 Azriel finally lifts his head, meeting the High Lord’s eyes with no fear. Only the light of determination. He is willing to give his life to your father if that’s what it takes to be by your side. 

The cloud of darkness begins to separate, its dark tendrils moving toward him, the binding magic poised to seal his fate, to chain him to this bargain for the rest of his life.

But before it can touch his skin, before the deal can be made, a bright light erupts in the room. A sharp hiss escapes the darkness as it recoils, retreating back into the shadows where it had come from. Azriel’s own shadows seem to shudder in relief.

Both Azriel and the High Lord’s heads snap toward the source of the light. You stand at the doors, your eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears, your hands glowing with pure, raging starlight.

“No!” you cry, the word trembling on your lips as you step forward, the glow around you growing even brighter. 

Your eyes lock with Azriel’s and something tightens in his chest, crawling up his rib cage. It’s sharp and breathtaking. His hand grabs at his chest and yours does the same. 

”He will not be your slave,” you say, turning to your father with the same determination flashing in your eyes. “There has to be another way.”

The High Lord’s features morph into a scowl. “Another way? My star, he is a bastard—”

“I love him!” 

That tightening in his chest finally snaps and Azriel’s breath catches. He feels that light in your eyes, perfectly reflecting the one in his. It sears into his soul, as fierce and unrelenting as the starlight glowing from your hands.

Your father doesn’t notice the shift in the air, the change in Azriel’s posture, in his chest. Or in yours.

“You think that means anything?” 

Azriel’s shadows whisper a warning into his ears, of an oncoming raging darkness. Different but similar to the High Lord’s. He barely hears his shadows, too focused on you, on the bond thrumming between you. His mind is consumed with you. 

Mate. Mate. Mate.

“You and mother—” you begin.

“Do you think your mother and I love each other?” The High Lord interrupts sharply, his voice cold and cutting. He breaks out into a laugh.

Azriel snaps out of his trance. Anger flares within him at the shock, the devastation that takes over your features. He watches as you shrink back slightly, his instincts roaring to protect you from any harm, whether verbal or otherwise. 

Because he’s your mate. Because he loves you.

 “You think I would marry your mother, a low born seamstress by choice? What your mother and I have is different. It’s complicated. A special bond.  One that gave me Rhysand and you and–”

A sound like thunder crashes through the room, reverberating off the stone walls as darkness swells in every corner. One moment, Azriel is on his knees. The next, he’s slamming into the cold marble floor, the force of Rhysand’s power pinning him down. Tendrils of Rhysand’s darkness coil around Azriel’s form, fighting with the shadows that instinctively rise to defend him.

“How long?” Rhysand's violet eyes blaze as they burn into Azriel.

“And I am beginning to think you both are nuisances to my existence rather than gifts...” The High Lord mutters followed by an exhausted sigh.

“How long have you been fucking my sister?” His words are a snarl as he slams Azriel harder into the floor, advancing toward him with clenched fists.

“Rhysand!” You let out a cry, rushing to the two males to separate them.

Your brother whips around, his anger igniting into something fiercer at the sight of you. “Stay out of this!” he snaps, his hand raising. He’s too angry, too heated. So much that he doesn't even notice the force of darkness he aims your way.

Rhysand’s magic hits you hard, knocking the breath from your lungs. A choked gasp escapes as you stumble backward, struggling to keep your footing. A burst of bright sapphire explodes from each of Azriel’s siphons, a deep and low growl rumbling from his chest. He breaks free from Rhysand’s magic, standing to his feet. His wings flare behind him, shadows swirling like a storm.

The look in his hazel eyes is nothing short of feral, dark and ancient, a fierce and possessive glint that makes Rhysand falter and surprise flash across the High Lord’s features.

You fall to the ground with a thud, palms scraping against the stone and pain flaring in your hands. Rhysand turns toward you, the anger that had been simmering in his violet gaze immediately dissolving into guilt and regret. “Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t touch her.” Azriel growls, standing in between you and your brother, his shadows forming in an additional protective barrier. Some shadows flutter toward you, helping you stand and bringing you to Azriel’s side. Your hand instinctively seeks Azriel’s, fingers curling into his and you squeeze it, letting him know you’re alright. 

“By the Cauldron…” the High Lord’s voice comes out in a low murmur, his gaze darting between you and Azriel. His eyes narrow as he finally notices the subtle shift in the air, in your scents. The scent of a bond. 

“You two are mates,” he says, tone laced with resignation. Because even he, a High Lord, is not above going against The Cauldron.

It feels like a punch to the gut for Rhysand. His best friend and his sister. Fate’s inevitable design had been right under his nose all along. “What?” Rhysand breathes in shock, chest still heaving from the exertion of his magic.

Azriel’s hand tightens around yours. His gaze softens as he turns to you, the fierce protectiveness from earlier easing into something gentler. And when your eyes meet again, it’s there—the unmistakable light of the mating bond. It shines bright and steady between you. Just like your love for each other does.

 A light that never goes out.

bonus scene

Once the shock of the bond had worn off, the High Lord excused himself, muttering about damage control. “Spring will be the hardest to deal with,” he had said.

Rhysand’s body tensed as his eyes found yours. But you’d only given him a small, reassuring smile. Though it is something you would like to talk about, his secret would remain safe with you.

Your father would soon announce the bond to the Court of Nightmares, already making plans for a grand mating ceremony. You’d much rather have something private, intimate. But a public celebration seemed like a small price to pay for the lifetime you’d get to spend beside the male you loved.

Rhysand turned his gaze back to Azriel, his expression still unreadable. “You never answered my question,” he said, voice calm but edged with something darker. “How long?”

Azriel hesitated before answering, unlike the way he had with the High Lord. This was his best friend standing in front of him. The one he grew up and trained along with, survived the brutality of the Blood Rite with. Rhysand was like a brother to him and he went behind his back for years.

 “A decade.”

“A decade?” Rhysand blinks in surprise. 

A whole decade of secrecy. Of Azriel sneaking around with his little sister. It all made sense now. Why Azriel became more reserved, more private. Why Azriel no longer indulged himself with the pleasures of the females at Rita’s or the Illyrian camps like he and Cassian did. Why you spent more time at the Moonstone palace, instead of the House of Wind, where you had grown up and been raised by a handful of Priestesses. It hadn’t been to learn about the politics of the courts but to be closer to Azriel.

And then, with no warning, Rhysand swings.

The hit lands squarely on Azriel’s jaw, so swift and unexpected that neither you nor Azriel’s shadows had seen it coming. Azriel takes the blow without protest, silently commanding his shadows to stand their ground and not fight back. 

“Rhys!” you snapped, your brows furrowing into a scowl. 

Rhysand huffs, shaking out his hand from the impact. “That’s for going behind my back,” he says. He pauses for a second and then, he lets out a low chuckle. Full of disbelief and relief.

“I’m still angry at both of you,” Rhysand admits, and Azriel lowers his head, bracing for more. “Not because it’s you—though I’ll admit, seeing you together is... strange. But because you kept it from me for so long, putting both of your lives at risk.”

Then Rhysand’s voice softens, his gaze following. “But I’m glad it’s you.”

Azriel lifts his head back up in surprise as Rhysand holds out his hand.

 “You’re a good male, Azriel. Better than most. And I know you’ll protect her. Love her in a way no one else can.”

Azriel stares at Rhysand’s outstretched hand before finally clasping it, the tension between them easing. Your chest warms at your brother’s sincerity.

The sound of footsteps, heavy and hurried, echo through the stone walls. They grow louder with each passing second and moments later, Cassian and Mor appear at the entrance of your father’s study. Cassian braces himself against the doorframe and Mor leans on him, their chests rising and falling rapidly.

It’s clear they’re winded from the endless stairs they must’ve taken to reach the floor of your father’s private study. It was located between the Court of Nightmares and Moonstone Palace, warded so that only those of his bloodline could winnow directly inside.

Their eyes dart between the three of you. 

“What did we miss?”

a/n: hope you enjoyed! here’s a little HC (idk what to call it?) of Rhys’s sis & Az if you’re curious 💙

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[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° only threw this party for you

( sae itoshi x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — i fear i got very off track with what i originally wanted this to be

♡ word count — 2.6k

♡ content — sae itoshi x fem! reader, reader could be gn but i put fem bc i think i used 'girl' once or twice, drug use (implied), disfunctional family, childhood best friends to strangers (AHA), goes from ages 10 to 20, emotional trauma, regret, unrequited love, unsolved feelings, singular club scene, alcohol mentioned (once), not proofread :)

♡ synopsis — Sae Itoshi has been unknowingly giving you pieces of his heart for the past 10 years. At some point, there's no more to give.

── .✦ got the party bag with the purple pills

The summer you turned ten, you met Sae Itoshi properly for the first time.

You’d seen him before, of course—he was Rin’s older brother, the one with the quiet eyes and the half-zipped sports bag always slung over one shoulder. 

He never lingered after soccer practice, never joined the other boys who traded snacks or played keep-away until the sky turned violet. 

You’d always thought he looked like he was already somewhere else, like his feet were still in Japan, but his mind was halfway across the ocean.

You never spoke to him until the day your mother forgot to pick you up from school.

You sat alone on the front steps, legs swinging, homework open on your lap, and the sun slowly burning gold behind the trees. 

One by one, the other students trickled off. Even the teacher who promised to “check back soon” had long since vanished into the teacher’s lounge.

You pressed your pencil into your math workbook, erased something, wrote it again. Got it wrong. Again. 

You were starting to cry—quiet, angry tears that you blinked away before they could fall.

“You didn’t carry the one,” a voice said.

You flinched. Looked up.

Sae Itoshi stood beside you, shadow stretching long across the concrete. His tie was loose around his neck, his shirt a little rumpled. 

He looked like he didn’t care if he got in trouble for being here. Like rules didn’t apply to him.

“What?” you mumbled.

He stepped closer. “That one. You’re supposed to carry the one.”

He tapped your page once, then stepped back again. He didn’t sound like he was teasing. Just�� stating a fact.

You stared at the problem. You hadn’t carried the one.

“Oh,” you muttered.

“Try again,” he said, but softer this time.

You glanced at him again. “Why do you care?”

He shrugged. “Because you look like you want to get it right.”

You hadn’t realized until then how much you needed someone to believe you could.

So you tried again.

And again.

By the fourth problem, he was sitting beside you. Quiet. Focused. Helping without hovering.

Rin eventually came running, shouting his brother’s name across the empty schoolyard.

“There you are! We’re gonna be late—”

“She’s doing math,” Sae said simply. "Be quiet."

Rin blinked. “You know her?”

“She’s good at fixing her mistakes,” Sae replied, standing up and brushing off his pants.

And just like that, he walked away.

You didn’t know it then, but that was the first time Sae gave you a piece of his heart—subtle, unspoken, and absolute.

When you were eleven, you told Sae about your family.

He had come over after school, still in his uniform, and you had opened the door with smudges under your eyes and a scratch on your wrist you didn’t remember getting. 

You didn’t bother hiding the mess in the living room. 

Didn’t bother pretending the yelling from upstairs didn’t make you flinch.

Sae didn’t comment on any of it. He just sat on the floor next to you and pulled out his notebooks.

He helped you study in silence until your hands stopped shaking.

That day, you told him about the stash in your uncle’s drawer. 

About the time your older cousin went missing for two days and came back with eyes that looked through you. 

About how your mom used to be softer. 

How you didn’t want to become like them.

“I want to change things,” you had whispered. “I want people to stop looking at my last name like it means I’ll end up in jail. Or worse.”

Sae was only eleven, but his eyes met yours like he already knew the weight of a dream.

“I think you can,” he said.

And that was that.

You were thirteen when he left.

The news came one afternoon, passed through the school halls like a ghost. Sae Itoshi had been scouted for a youth program in Spain. A real academy. A once-in-a-lifetime chance.

You didn’t say anything for a long time. 

Not when he told you. 

Not when Rin threw a fit and refused to talk to him for a week. 

Not even when the suitcases appeared in the halls of his house and your friends started whispering about it at lunch.

But when the day finally came—when the taxi pulled up and Rin was still upstairs, refusing to say goodbye—you stepped outside, heart thudding against your ribs like a caged animal.

“I hope you don’t forget me,” you said, quiet.

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

Sae stared at you for a moment too long. Then he stepped forward and pulled you into a hug.

You gripped him like he was the last solid thing in your world. “Make me proud,” you whispered.

He didn’t say anything. Just nodded against your hair.

He left that day.

Rin didn’t cry until after the car was gone.

Sae? He didn’t cry at all.

But something inside him cracked when he felt your arms around him—like a piece of his heart had splintered off and stayed with you. 

And he carried the ache with him all the way to Spain.

When Sae came back at fifteen, he was different.

Not just in the way he walked, or how sharp his jaw had gotten, or how even Rin didn’t seem to recognize the boy who came home with his bags already packed to leave again.

He left his brother in the snow, arguing, fists clenched. He didn’t explain himself.

He showed up at your door instead.

You answered in sweatpants and a worn hoodie, blinking like you weren’t sure he was real. Your eyes were duller somehow. 

Your smile a little too practiced. You spoke slower, but your leg wouldn’t stop shaking.

Sae noticed it all. But he didn’t ask.

You didn’t mention the rumors about your family. About your mom’s latest boyfriend. About the fight last fall that ended in flashing red and blue lights.

Instead, you watched movies together in silence. Ate popcorn. Shared a blanket on the couch.

“I saw Rin,” you said eventually, eyes still on the screen. “He said you didn’t even try to explain.”

“He’s in some teenage angst phase,” Sae said. “He’ll grow out of it.”

You snorted softly. “You’re only two years older than him.”

Sae shrugged. “I feel like I’ve lived five lifetimes since I left.”

You didn’t say anything after that. Just rested your head against the couch and let the credits roll.

The next day, you hugged him goodbye again. Told him to make it big.

Another piece of his heart—gone.

And you didn’t even know.

Sae didn't come home again for five years.

Not even for holidays. 

Not for Rin’s matches. 

Not when your mother was in the news for another domestic charge. 

Not when you stopped answering his texts.

He wanted to write. Wanted to ask. But every message started and stopped the same way.

Hey, are you-

I saw something today that made me-

Do you remember-

Delete. 

Delete. 

Delete.

Because what was he supposed to say?

Sae told himself it was for the best. 

You had your own life. He had his. 

If you really needed him, you’d say something.

But you didn’t.

And that silence began to rot somewhere deep in his chest.

He saw the list of players for Japan’s U-20 match and felt something stir. A strange, breathless thought

Maybe I’ll see her. 

Maybe she’ll be there.

He didn’t expect to lose. 

But when he did, he left the pitch before the final whistle even echoed.

He got on the first flight out. Didn’t wait for the press. Didn’t call anyone.

He told himself there was no one waiting, anyway.

The club was loud. Too loud. Sae didn’t know why he was there.

Spain was suffocating lately—too clean, too calculated. 

He wanted noise. 

Chaos. 

Something messy enough to drown the quiet parts of himself he couldn’t silence anymore.

The music pulsed. 

Lights strobed. 

Bodies swayed and twisted like smoke.

He didn’t drink. Just sat with a glass of untouched gin and stared into the dark.

Loud, stinky, and a blur of bodies. That’s all this place was.

But the club is alive. 

The air is thick with the pulse of bass that rattles your chest, and strobe lights paint the room in jagged streaks of color. 

You’re lost in the crowd, in the music, in the haze. Faces blur, shapes melt into the atmosphere, bodies bump and sway like they’re all just trying to escape themselves. 

You don’t know what you’re doing here anymore. 

You don’t care. 

You don’t need to.

The pills, the drinks, the strangers—you’ve learned not to question it. 

You take what they give you, let it flood your veins until everything softens, until nothing feels real, until you can float somewhere between the noise and the numbness.

Your heartbeats are the only rhythm that matters now.

It’s then that you see him.

He’s not supposed to be here. 

He doesn’t belong to this world. 

The world you’re tangled in, the one where you’ve erased parts of yourself to keep breathing.

But Sae is there, standing still in the middle of the chaos, his face carved from stone. He’s older now. 

More defined. Colder. 

His black outfit blends into the shadows, but there’s something about him that stands out. 

It’s him. 

Your Sae. 

The boy you once knew.

Your body freezes, heartbeat speeding up in your chest. 

The lights flicker, flashing neon red, blue, then white as if your heart has stopped beating and the world has cracked open. 

It’s him. 

You blink, and everything comes back to you. 

All the pieces—the way he used to look at you like you were everything he needed, how he used to pull you close when the world felt too heavy. 

How he would hold your hand while you studied, laughing together, promising to make it out.

But now, he's a stranger. 

Someone distant. 

Someone colder.

And yet, the pull to him is magnetic. You can’t help it.

Without thinking, your hand reaches out, fingers curling in the air—beckoning him, not with words, but with the kind of invitation that only the two of you understand. 

Come closer. 

Join me. 

For just one moment.

You don’t know why you do it. You don’t know why you need him to come to you. Maybe you’re just tired of being lost. 

Tired of forgetting. 

Maybe, just maybe, you want to feel something again—something like how it used to be.

Sae’s gaze locks on you across the floor. 

His eyes harden, and for a split second, you feel like he’s going to turn away, disappear into the crowd again, just like he always does when the world gets too real.

But then, he doesn’t.

His steps are slow at first, unsure, as if every instinct in him is telling him to stop, to walk away. But something pulls him in—something deep, something he can’t resist. 

He’s always had a weakness for you. A vulnerability that he can’t shake, even now, even after all this time.

When he reaches you, there’s a moment of hesitation, his breath almost shaky. His hands hover over your waist as if unsure of where to touch. 

He seems like he’s trying to hold onto something—anything—that might remind him of the person you used to be.

Your hands slide up his chest, slow, languid, pulling him closer. 

His body stiffens, and for a second, you can almost feel the struggle in him. 

Him trying to convince himself this isn’t a good idea, that you’re not the same person, that he should leave.

But you press against him, your lips brushing the skin of his jaw, your breath warm and unsteady.

“I missed you,Sae.” you whisper into his ear.

The words are slurred, the chemicals in your veins blurring the edges of your thoughts. But you mean it. 

You’ve missed him more than you’re willing to admit. 

More than you’ve allowed yourself to think about.

Sae’s hands finally settle on your waist, his grip firm but not harsh. His face is inches from yours, and for a moment, you feel a flicker of the connection you once shared. 

His eyes are darker now, colder, but you still see something in them—the boy who cared, who held you close when everything else was falling apart.

And then, before either of you can stop it, he kisses you.

It’s not like any of the others you’ve had in this club. 

It’s not hurried, not full of heat and urgency. 

It doesn’t taste of a mix of pills and weed.

It’s slow, almost tentative. 

His lips brush against yours like he’s trying to remember you, to bring you back from the person you’ve become.

You kiss him back, and everything inside you crumbles. 

You press closer to him, your hands weaving into his hair, pulling him deeper, as if the act itself can make him stay. 

You forget the music, the club, the lights flashing around you. It’s just him and you. Just the soft brush of his lips against yours.

But it’s not enough.

Sae pulls away, breathing heavily, his hands lingering on your waist, his forehead resting against yours. 

There’s a tremor in his touch, a quiet desperation. “You’re not…” he murmurs, voice low, almost broken. “What happened to you?”

You try to answer, but your head is spinning, your thoughts scattered. The words feel heavy on your tongue, and you can hardly keep them straight.

“I’m fine,” you say, but the way your voice cracks betrays you.

“No,” he says, his voice rough. “You’re not.”

His hands move to your face, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. And for a second, you think maybe he sees it—the cracks, the pain, the emptiness inside you. 

Maybe he sees what you’ve become.

But he doesn’t say anything more. 

Instead, he kisses you again—harder this time, deeper, like he’s trying to make it stop, to stop the pain of seeing you like this, of knowing he can’t fix you.

It’s messy. It’s desperate. And it’s not love—it’s a yearning for something lost, for a piece of you that’s slipped away with time and circumstance.

When you break apart, it’s not with a promise or an apology. It’s with the quiet weight of something that should’ve never happened, but did anyway.

You stare at each other for a long moment, and Sae’s face hardens again. The walls are up. The man he’s become is standing in front of you.

But his hands stay on your waist, a lingering connection. He doesn’t pull away. Not yet.

“I can’t stay,” he whispers. “I’m not… the person you knew.”

And you know it’s true. But you still want him to stay. 

Just a little longer. 

Just for tonight.

“Sae…please-”

He stood there, a million things breaking at once, unsure if his chest hurt because of you or because of the person you'd become.

But then he remembered the way you hugged him at thirteen, whispering make me proud into his shoulder.

And he turned around.

He didn’t look back.

Because this time, the piece of his heart that broke—it wasn’t given to you.

It was buried in the cold realization that he didn’t know you anymore.

And maybe you didn’t want to be known.

Sae boarded his flight the next morning.

No headlines. No goodbyes. Just a one-way ticket and a heart that had finally run out of pieces to give.

He stared out the window as the wheels lifted off the tarmac, and he imagined it—his final gift, the last shard of himself—falling from the sky like ash.

He left it there, on the ground, buried beneath flashing lights and bad music.

He left you there, too.

Because maybe you were already gone.

And Sae Itoshi—ice-cold, silver-eyed, always in control—didn’t cry when he landed.

But the ache in his chest never stopped.

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[mionemymind]

The Actress & The Geek

Summary: A late night practice causes Y/n and Wanda to confess their feelings.

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Slight Angst

A/n: I might post another one shot like this with a similar layout but different setting, like what if they needed an understudy? Would y’all want that?

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist

“Wandaaaa, where are you taking me?” Y/n annoyingly asked. Her newfound friend, Wanda Maximoff, dragged her to the College’s stage room. “I need help practicing my lines and you’re the only person I know who would be up at this time.”

Y/n glanced at the hallway clock, it was close to midnight and by now, Wanda’s friends were either partying or asleep. “I don’t know why you’re panicking so much. Everyone knows you’re going to get the part.”

Wanda pushed through the doors and excitedly ran up the stage, leaving Y/n by the bottom of the steps. “You don’t know that. I heard rumors that Violet might get it over me.” Y/n sighed at Wanda’s poor excuse of a lie. “Now stop being a baby and come over here.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and slowly walked up the steps and in front of Wanda. “Turn to page 214. I’ll start us off, okay?” Y/n reluctantly opened the script and turned to the page. Once Wanda saw that Y/n was ready, she started.

“Did I do something?” Wanda asked nervously, a hint of hurt in her tone. Y/n was stunned for a moment at how quickly Wanda got into character. Not wanting to disappoint her friend, Y/n tried her best to act in the scene.

“What makes you ask that?” Wanda walked away with a sigh as she combed her hand through her hair. “Are you seriously acting clueless right now?” Wanda gave Y/n a ridiculous look.

“Answering with a question doesn’t quite help-”

“You’re avoiding me.” A small pause happened in the script as Y/n and Wanda stared at each other. Y/n turned away, “I honestly don’t know what you mean.”

Wanda groaned and stomped back to Y/n. She spun her around and grabbed her hand. “Quit acting like a child and talk to me.” Wanda’s character was desperate to hear anything from Y/n, her eyes pleaded for some truth.

“I don’t know if I can tell you.” Wanda’s mouth twitched into a frown. She dropped Y/n’s hand and took a step back. Looking at the ground, Wanda played with her hands, unable to look at Y/n. “You used to tell me everything…but now you barely hang out with me anymore.”

Wanda’s eyes started to water, she started to walk away until Y/n’s character held her hand. “If I tell you-,” Y/n groaned as her character didn’t know what the best choice of words was going to be. In a softer tone, she says, “If I tell you…we can’t go back to the way things were.”

Wanda appeared scared of the truth but things had already changed ever since Y/n became distant. So who cares if the truth changes everything? Maybe now it will help this obstacle between them.

“I-,” Y/n’s eyes looked over Wanda’s shoulder, acting as if there was a character back there. “Tell me you’re not in love with him,” Y/n desperately begged. Wanda looked back, her hand still in Y/n’s, and pretended to see somebody.

She faced Y/n again, searching Y/n’s eyes for the meaning behind this. “What?” Y/n pulled Wanda closer, their faces inches apart. “Tell me you’re not in love with him.”

“Why does that matter?” Wanda challenged. Y/n gulped at how little space was between them but still pushed through with the character. “Because if you’re in love with him - I cannot be with you.”

Wanda acted as if someone called her name, but on cue, Y/n cupped Wanda’s cheek and kissed her briefly. “Find me - when you do, tell me you feel the same.” Y/n let go of Wanda’s hand and backed away to the other side of the stage, leaving Wanda at the center.

With wide eyes, Wanda touched her lips, the feeling of Y/n’s lips lingered. Her brain rumbled for the next line, but all she could focus on was Y/n. “Uh Wanda, did you want to finish the scene or?”

“You kissed me,” Wanda whispered to herself, surprised that it happened. “Did you want to kiss me?” Wanda only dreamed of a moment like this ever since she met Y/n back in the fall semester. She remembered bumping into Y/n on day one of rehearsal. Ever since then, they’ve always remained friends, until the day Wanda wanted something more.

In the basement of the party, Wanda sat with a group of her friends that go way back to high school and her castmates from the play. Y/n sat beside her already five shots deep into the night. Everyone was socializing and having a great time as the play had phenomenally gone well.

“We should play spin the bottle,” one of the crew techs said. Everyone was in some agreement wanting to spice the night up. “Okay, I’ll go first,” Steve said. The semester was close to an end and all Steve wanted to do was loosen up. He spent the majority of the semester worrying about his grades, his scholarship, and his football career.

The bottle spun and low and behold, it landed on the very person he wanted to kiss. “You down Bucky?” The liquor in Steve gave him the confidence he needed, otherwise he would have hidden. “You don’t even have to ask.” The two met in the middle for a slow but passionate kiss.

The group screamed with delight as Bucky deepened the kiss, almost going in with his tongue. “Okay you two, break it up!” Bucky pulled away with a charming grin on his face as Steve sat back looking love-struck. “Up next!”

Carol was next to spin, “God, I hope I get a good kisser,” Y/n whispered yelling into Wanda’s ear. The brunette forced a grin as she suddenly felt ill at the thought of someone else kissing you. She tried to think of something clever to say but nothing came out.

Focusing back on the group, Carol had just gotten done kissing Maria, another duo in Wanda’s group that had crushes on each other. It was now Y/n’s turn. She spun the bottle with great anticipation of who she was going to kiss tonight.

Slowly but surely, the bottle was making its last spins until it passed Wanda and stopped to the girl beside her, Natasha. Wanda could feel her heart drop as the two girls looked at each other with mischievous smiles. “Looks like you have to kiss me Y/n - don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

Wanda closed her eyes as she saw the pair leaning in, praying it would be over quickly. And when she opened them back up, she couldn’t help but wish that the bottle landed on her.

“Yeah - I mean it was in the script. I didn’t - I thought you wanted me to commit to it.” Y/n walked back to Wanda scared that she accidentally hurt her friend. “Was it fake for you?” Y/n stood still for a moment, afraid to answer. Wanda walked forward, closing the distance between them. “Tell me - did that kiss mean anything to you.”

“Wanda - I - I’m sorry. I really thought you wanted me to-”

“-What I want is to know if you like me or not. So tell me,” Wanda declared. The beating in her heart could not stop as she waited for Y/n’s answer. “I thought you would do just a kiss on my cheek or would have said that you kissed me out loud. But you kissed me and I can’t go back now.”

Tears formed in Wanda’s eyes as Y/n wracked in her brain for words to say. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long now - so please tell me that was real.” The tears fell to her cheeks as her heart beat in anticipation.

“Please say something,” Wanda begged.

“Please don’t cry,” Y/n whispered, her heart breaking at the sight of Wanda crying in front of her. “Why shouldn’t I?” Wanda wiped some tears with the back of her hand, feeling stupid for even confessing.

“‘Cause I never knew you felt the same.” Y/n pulled Wanda close and kissed her deeply, wishing to show that this was the kiss that Wanda deserved, not from some stupid play, but from the fact that Y/n truly loved Wanda.

Wanda steadied herself, placing her hands against Y/n’s chest as she fiercely kissed back. The more Wanda pushed to steady herself, the more Y/n leaned in, begging for more. Their gasps and labored breaths were in sync as the kiss went from passionate to needy.

With each kiss, Y/n poured her heart, wishing that she could stop tasting her tears. Pulling back slightly, Y/n heaved out, “Please stop crying.” Y/n used one hand to wipe away the tears. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

Wanda chuckled as she looked at Y/n with such adoration. “I think you owe it to me to redo the scene.”

“Want me to kiss you better?” Wanda pondered for a second, “Something like that plus you’re acting skills could use some practice.”

Y/n gasped, a feigned hurt expression on her face. “I think I was amazing. Might have to audition for lead love interest.”

“Guess we gotta practice our kiss scenes.”

“Way ahead of you Maixmoff.”

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[pascaloverx]

DANDELIONS

Summary: You are the new guest of the Bridgertons. Your mother, an old friend of Lady Violet Bridgerton, has requested that you spend a season at the Bridgerton house in hopes that you will change your perspective on true love and marriage. You are convinced that love is a fictional construct and that a marriage without love will be your downfall; but some time with the Bridgerton siblings might change your mind.

Author's Note: The characters belong to the Bridgerton universe and Julia Quinn. However, the story will have some changes from what happens in the Bridgerton series (2020-). Dear readers, this story may contain strong language and steamy romance scenes. It may even feature a love triangle. Be warned and enjoy the reading.

ONE THREE

TWO

The next few days at the Bridgerton house are chaotic yet incredibly fun. Between walks and conversations with Eloise, helping Francesca with embroidery during silent but very focused hours, and spending time reading with Colin, who introduced you to his favorite books and recommended others, you are quite busy. Every day you have tea with Lady Violet Bridgerton, who is enthusiastic about the idea of finding a suitor for you during the ball season. You try to share her enthusiasm, but the truth is that spending time with her family seems more adventurous than getting married. Today, for instance, you are taking Hyacinth and Gregory to pick some apples in the garden. In reality, Gregory wants to practice archery, and you think it would be a good exercise for the younger ones. Regarding the two older brothers, you have been avoiding them. It's not an easy task, but with Lydia's help, you have managed to escape any moments alone with them. You feel embarrassed for pretending to be hurt in front of one and for covering for the other. Daphne is the only one you have yet to meet, but according to the Bridgerton family, you will soon. Recently, Eloise introduced you to a close friend named Penelope. You found her to be very perceptive and kind, which is good since she seems to be part of the family, and you want to make a good impression.

"Lady Violet Bridgerton, I assure you that the three of us will be very careful while picking apples. When I was Hyacinth's age, it was my favorite pastime," you say as you finish adjusting your shoe. Lady Bridgerton still looks a bit concerned as she watches Hyacinth and Gregory run off with their bows and arrows. You smile, imagining how it will be to spend time with them.

"Believe me, dear, you will need someone to help you with those two," Lady Violet says, somewhat nervously. You look at her, feeling uncertain, and then you hear someone approaching the room where you are.

"I believe I can be of use as the older brother at this moment. I was just finishing up some financial matters, and it seems that fresh air will do us all some good," Viscount Anthony Bridgerton says, surprising you and Lady Violet. You know that Lydia will be joining you, but staying with him and the younger siblings seems like a risk.

"That won't be necessary, Viscount. There's no need to disrupt your busy schedule when I am more than capable of handling this task with my companion," you respond instantly, as if the answer were at the tip of your tongue. Anthony gives you a mischievous smile, indicating that he plans to accompany you anyway, which makes you feel a bit uneasy. Lady Violet, however, seems more relieved.

"Miss Y/L/N, forgive my frankness, but it seems that you do not desire my company. If that is the case, I would like to clear up any misunderstanding by reaffirming that I will be accompanying you and my siblings on this apple-picking outing," Viscount Bridgerton says assertively, taking a step closer to you. You stare at him, almost forgetting that there are others around you.

"Viscount, I can assure you that such an impression is a misunderstanding. I would never have any problem with your company. I simply would not want to disrupt the busy life of a Viscount, especially as a guest in his house." A lie on your part, as you really want to avoid spending time with Anthony. The Viscount Bridgerton is one of the most sought-after men in society. One wrong rumor about the two of you, and your mother would be demanding a wedding at Queen Charlotte's doorstep in a matter of minutes.

"Y/N, I can assure you that my son, busy as he may be, always finds time to spend with his siblings. You will essentially be helping him look after the younger ones. And certainly, my son will be honored by your company," Lady Violet says, lightly tapping her eldest son's arm as if expecting him to support her statement. Anthony nods slightly, as if in agreement.

"In that case, please join us, Viscount. Goodbye for now, Lady Bridgerton," you say, looking kindly at Violet and heading towards the exit of the house. Gregory and Hyacinth follow you while Anthony says something to his mother and then approaches you. Your companion, Mrs. Lydia, comes behind you silently. She seems to want to give you or Anthony space to talk. The two teenagers seem to be having fun walking among the trees.

"Miss Y/L/N, how long exactly do you intend to avoid me?" Viscount Bridgerton speaks near you, pretending to pay attention to something else so that Lydia doesn't suspect he's trying to talk to you.

"You don't need to pretend to be looking for bees among the flowers, Viscount Bridgerton. Lydia won't suspect you. As for your question, I think it's fair to say that given the nature of our last encounter, some distance seems plausible." You try to answer his question without really answering it. He smiles slightly, but it's a nervous smile. He watches the siblings ahead of us, while Lydia takes the opportunity to chat with the young Bridgertons.

"I wasn't pretending. A bee around here is too dangerous. But getting back to our main topic, I would like to apologize for the first impression I gave you," he says as if it were an obligation for him to say so, without truly wanting to apologize. You look at him, finding his pretense amusing.

"Apologies accepted, Viscount. Was that why you wanted to come with us? To apologize for your mistake?" You ask as you and Anthony walk side by side. Hyacinth and Gregory shout, calling for their brother and you as they find an apple tree.

"Not only to apologize for my mistake," Viscount Bridgerton clears his throat loudly, "but also to give you the chance to apologize to me." As soon as Anthony says this, you shoot an arrow accurately at one of the apples at the top of the apple tree that Gregory and Hyacinth are looking at. The two are pleasantly surprised and shout that your aim is great. However, Viscount Bridgerton seems to have become nervous, perhaps even a little irritated.

"Apologize to the Viscount for what reason?" You ask as you both stop walking and face each other. He seems indignant for some reason.

"For not behaving as a lady of your stature should. Surely you know you should have forced me to marry the young lady because of what happened. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to get married, and certainly not to you. I just think that in your place, I would be more concerned about this issue," Anthony says presumptuously, leaving you offended. You look him up and down and smile. He seems not to understand.

"Viscount, I must say that you seem to have misunderstood what happened. You intruded into a room designated for me, a lady. Yet somehow, you think I owe you something. Very well. I give you a warning: if a situation like this happens again, I will be your wife faster than you can pronounce Bridgerton." Your threatening tone seems to intrigue the Viscount.

"Is that a threat, Miss?" Viscount Anthony Bridgerton speaks as if surprised by the way you speak to him.

"The trick to hitting a target like that is to always have concentration and patience. A bit of determination is also appropriate." As you approach Gregory, who can't take his eyes off the arrow, you notice Anthony looking at you with a hint of mockery.

"I believe the young lady is mistaken. Hitting the target is about strength and often talent." You hear this and feel as if he is belittling your technique. So, you raise your bow and arrow in his direction, holding it out to the Viscount in front of you.

"Try to hit the target with your method then, Viscount. Let's see which one of us knows more about what we're talking about." You say, challenging him. He doesn’t hesitate to try to hit an apple almost in the same place you did. He is so sure he will surpass you that it's almost comical when his arrow hits an apple below yours. Gregory and Hyacinth are shocked while he shows no expression.

"Dear brother, I think Miss Y/L/N's method seems to be more effective," Hyacinth says with a humorous tone. Anthony looks annoyed.

"I want to try hitting the target using your tactic, brother," Gregory says as he grabs his own bow and arrow. Hyacinth laughs at him while he struggles to place the arrow on the bow.

"I actually prefer using Miss Y/L/N's tactic," Hyacinth says, showing you how quickly she can place the arrow on the bow. You guide her to focus on the target and tell her to think of something that makes her angry to make her more determined. You can hear Anthony assisting Gregory. Anthony and you exchange glances while helping the younger ones practice archery. Later, you all gather some apples together.

[hoggobblin]

Birthday Wish

"Make a wish!"

You laugh and say, "I'm a little too old for wishes." But you do have a wish in mind as you blow out the candles. It's something you're ashamed to want, but you crave it deep down. You have for years. It won't ever come true though so you see no harm in indulging your most shameful fantasies in the privacy of your mind.

"So, what did you wish for?" Your friend asks with a grin.

"If I tell you, it won't come true," You answer with a matching grin and cut the cake.

A hot tingle runs through you as you place your slice in front of you, the innards of the cake stained a deep purple-blue. It's a blueberry cake. You don't even like blueberries, but all your friends think you do because of how much blueberry flavored things you eat. Muffins, pies, cakes, pastries, gum, candy, juice, even just bowlfuls of ripe blueberries every day. You dig into your cake and, like you always do, imagine the juice bursting in your mouth and filling you up.

You've imagined this so often that it feels real. The sweetness overpowers your senses and you swallow what feels like gallons of thick, syrupy juice. You feel full just from one bite.

"Are you feeling okay?" Your friend stares at you with wide, concerned eyes.

"Yeah?" You stare back confused. "Why do you ask?"

"You're turning blue!" Another one of your friends says.

"What?!" You drop your fork and cross your eyes, your heart suddenly in your throat. Sure enough, you can see a splotch of blue on the tip of your nose. You look down at your hands in horror. Inky blue is staining your fingertips and spreading with alarming speed.

"Oh no. No no no." You didn't think this would actually happen!

"You're getting fat!" One friend yells.

"No, you're swelling up!" The other answers.

You jump out of your chair and almost fall over from the unfamiliar weight of your swelling belly. Your butt and crotch round out into a smooth curve to merge with your belly, your pants are straining to contain your sudden girth and the waist line is digging deep into you like rubberbands around a melon.

"Don't look at me!" You beg but all of your friends keep staring.

Your belly hits the table and your ass knocks over the chair behind with a clatter as you keep swelling like a balloon. Your shirt is growing tight as the swell reaches your chest and arms. You start to turn run away but already you have to waddle because your hips have been absorbed into your round gut and your crotch is push low between your thighs. It's as you turn that the elastic of your pants snap and with a thwomp your lower body fills out, free at last.

Your closest friend now has a grin on their face. They come around the table and stands in front of you, blocking your exit from this humiliating scene.

"Surprise, Birthday Berry."

You don't know it but you blush a bright violet.

Without asking, they prod and slap your belly, shaking up the juices in you and send you stumbling a few wobbling steps back.

"How many times have you wished to swell up into a juicy round ball? Every time you ate those sweets we gave you? You really thought we wouldn't notice the way you were moaning and soaking wet just from eating blueberries?"

"N-no, I don't- stop that!" You try to slap their hands away but you can't reach around yourself anymore. You can barely even bring your arms forward, you're forced by your ballooning body into a starfish pose with your limbs splayed out and your crotch pushing well below your knees, your chest lifts up into your field of view as your head starts to sink.

Behind you, more hands grope at you and you don't stifle your moans in time.

"Don't worry, Birthday Berry," Your friend grins, "We'll give you everything you wished for."

Your crotch finally hits the floor and you yelp in panic as your feet lifts off into the air. You're still growing alarmingly fast, your head floats above your friends and you can feel one of the walls press against your side. You know you're getting close to the ceiling. You whimper, afraid you're about to pop.

And then it stops. The juice calms within you and you're the perfect ripeness, swollen and taunt as a drum on the brink of snapping. Then hands shove against you and you're rolled forward onto your belly. You cry out and flap your hands, but it's not use. The momentum carries you forward and you catch a glimpse of your friends as they start to laugh at you.

"Try not to explode before the party's over!"

[littleemissperfecttt]

The Youngest Sorrengail

About the story: Y/n is violets twin sister. Unlike violet y/n was trained to be a rider by her mother and to be a scribe by her father. The sisters have a strained relationship. Will y/n continue to resent violet because of the past or will she help her in surviving basgiath war college?

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Chapter 6 (Final)

'Breath Worthy one' Vin said in my head as my mother approached me

“Mother” I breathed out stiffening while looking at her with a stoic face, for a minute her eyes softened the way it used to when I was a little kid. I was surprised to see her reaction

“Y/n you and your sister have bonded the strongest dragons in the continent” she said quickly glancing at Vin

I gave her a stiff nod “yes general Sorrengail” I said not believing myself when my voice came out a lot steadier than I thought. She must have gotten to know I didn’t want to talk to her anymore so she took a step back from me when General Melgren stepped closer to me

“Why has he never shown himself before this!?” he demanded

‘Only worthy ones are able to see me and none of them were, I have been in the presentation for 50 years and no one has ever tried to see me’ Vin explained to me

“He has been in the presentation for 50 years or so and none of you have noticed him so of course he hasn’t shown himself” I calmly explained making Melgren nod maybe his dragon- Codagh- must have told him something making him back off too

“Well, if this investigation is done then I will be on my way” I gave them all a nod and I rushed inside

‘You did well worthy one’ Vin said in my head

‘Thank you for choosing me Vin’ I said smiling

-

Violet’s pov-

Xaden told me all about the bonded riders and how mine, his, Tairn and Sgaeyl’s life are intertwined. Even when he was explaining this to me he was distracted, his eyes moving behind me as though looking for someone and I knew who it was- my twin- and I am very happy for her. Xaden doesn’t seem to be the kind of guy who would hurt someone he loves

My thoughts were broken when Xaden pushed me aside and rushed forward. I smiled brightly when I saw who it was

“Y/n!” I exclaimed trying to pull her away from Xaden so I can give her a hug, he was asking her too many questions which was irritating me

“Xaden calm down, I am fine and yes I bonded a dragon, his name is Aurevynth- Vin for short and he is the dragon with four wings” she answered patiently

I hugged her tightly knowing we are both safe “You have to keep your promise now Y/n!”

“What promise?” Xaden interjected pulling Y/n away from me, making me roll my eyes

“We are going to have a sister’s sleepover tonight” I said

-

Back to your pov-

I was dumbfounded at the scene in front of me Xaden and Violet were bickering like children on why I should sleep in Violets room. I touched their arm lightly to talk to them calmly

‘What’s happening?’ I thought to myself confused

‘They are fighting for your attention Worthy one’ Vin said proudly ‘you are so charismatic no wonder I chose you’

“I am sleeping in Violets room” I said “I will make sure no one will harm her you don’t have to worry about that Xaden”

“I am not worried about that, I just wanted to spend time with you tonight” he said rubbing his face with his hand

I saw Violet roll her eyes and was about to snap something back at him when I cut her off

“We can do that anytime” I assured him

-

Me and Violet were in her room and it was awkward. We both have never been in the same room together in a long long time “So….” I began

“I am sorry Y/n” she told me softly as she hugged me “I didn’t know my actions would have such extreme consequences towards you, I didn’t know mother and dad would send you away”

I bit my lips keeping my emotions in check “why did you do it Violet?” I asked

“You were always the cool twin who didn’t have any time for me, you were always busy with training to be a rider and when you were free dad used to give you stuff to read, you didn’t spend time with me at all. I just wanted my sister back, I wanted us to play with dolls again just us two not with Dain not with Brennan just us” she explained as she teared up

“Oh Vi…” I held her hand

“When Dain asked you out I thought he would take you away and you would never look at me again that’s why I threw that tantrum I-I just didn’t know mother would contact some trainer and send you away to keep me ‘safe’ I just wanted your attention and when I told mother that she told me this was for the best” she sobbed “I am so sorry”

“Its fine now Vi.. we are together again and I don’t think mother will come to sperate us here” I reassured her

“I am sorry for what my ex- boyfriend did Y/n” she whispered sleepily

“Its fine I am fine” I whispered as I laid her down and covered her with a blanket, she held my hand tightly thinking I was going to leave “I am right here Vi” I whispered

I looked out of room window ‘You are strong Worthy one, it doesn’t matter if you cry or not you are strong and you crying will make you look even stronger in my eyes’ Vin said in my head as I looked down and started crying softly not wanting to wake Violet up

‘We suffered a lot Vin’ I told him ‘am I a bad sister? I didn’t know she was suffering and I let her suffer more’

‘You are not Worthy one, you were just a kid it was never your fault… sleep now Worthy one the shadow also wants to speak with you tomorrow’ he said as laid down beside my sister to sleep

-

A few hours later..

I was woken up by Vin screaming at me that unbonded riders were in the room

‘Wake worthy one NOW!!’ he screamed in my head

I opened my head instantly to see a guy holding a knife hovering over me, I used my foot and kicked him out of the bed. Violet screamed as a guy lunged at her. I grabbed the guy’s arm and twisted it. I pushed Violet behind me as I made the cadet my shield when the other cadet lunged forward I positioned the cadet I am holding in front as a shield so the attack meant for me was now on this cadet as he screamed and fell down

Someone else barged into the room “Xaden” I whispered as he lunged forward and killed two of the unbounded riders. I snapped out when one more unbounded rider came at me. I quickly used all my strength and punched him

This punch felt so unreal as I felt a huge wave of energy flow through my bones as the guy I hit, hit the wall with a huge THUD

‘Vin are you already channelling your power to me?’ I asked

‘I am’ he replied as though this was the most common thing to do ‘do not overthink worthy one, I will explain to you why I channelled so early when the time is right’

‘Okay’ I replied as I looked at Xaden who was looking at me with slight wide eyes

“That was amazing” he said as he strode toward me with two long steps

“Thanks, I didn’t need help by the way” I rolled my eyes when I said it

“I know but she did” he said gesturing to Violet

“How did you even know we were under attack?” I asked curiously

“Sgaeyl, Tairn alerted Sgaeyl and since our lives are connected I rushed here” he said tracing my jaw “do you know who might have helped open the door?”

That’s when Violet cleared her throat and immediately we both separated ‘damn I forgot she was even here’ I thought to myself

“Amber Mavis” she said confidently, Xaden nor I questioned her

“I will do what I can” he looked at Garrick who was looking at me with concern in his eyes

“I am fine” I told him smiling softly, he gave me a nod then turned to Xaden as they nodded at each other as an understanding passed between them

“Get back to bed and don’t worry we no one will disturb you after this” Xaden said and walked out

I turned to Violet who was looking at me with a teasing smile “shut up” I rolled my eyes “you should have worn a corset”

“Its so uncomfortable though” she mumbled and hugged me “besides I have my younger sister to protect me”

“You are older to me by five minutes” I glared at her

“You are so adorable baby sis” I rolled my eyes and laid on the bed not wanting to argue with her

-

It has been a few weeks since Threshing and I have grown distant with Xaden. ‘He is better off with my sister’ I thought ‘she doesn’t have emotional baggage as I do’ I sighed thinking of everything that had happened in my life blaming myself for it. Xaden tried talking to me a few times but I was too stubborn to look at him or talk to him

-

Garrick pov-

I was walking down the corridors when I saw her, she was looking out of the window thinking about something which has upset her. She was making this face I always recognise-stubbornness. I have seen close off from Xaden the past few weeks and I can see my best friend is in pain because of it and doesn’t know what to do solve it. I approached her with a smile

“Y/n” I called and stood beside her, she was startled enough to pull a dagger on me “hey hey its me” I lifted both my hands as a surrendering motion

“Oh its you” she said and dropped her arm

“Yeah its me” I said trying to keep the conversation light

“Did you need anything?” she asked

“I wanted to talk” I said “you have been distant with Xaden may I ask why?”

She looked at me then out of the window “he deserves better, he deserves someone who can offer him something” she confessed “I don’t have anything”

“You don’t get to decide what’s best for him” I said “he’s a grown man and can make his own decisions just fine and his decision will always will be you. You know you aren’t very subtle in what you are doing”

“What am I doing?” she asked and raised her eyebrows finally looking at me

“You are trying to push Violet and Xaden into a relationship because their dragons are bounded” I said as she looked down

“My sister is the best option for him and the fate wants them together” she said making me angry

“So you don’t care about Xaden at all? Fate? You know that’s bullshit too Y/n stop playing with his feelings because I am damn fucking sure he will never ever go for Violet especially when he longs for you every day, look I have made mistakes so many of them and I don’t want you to do the same shit as me” I slapped her hard making her head turn to the side as she blinked in surprise “wake up and give us back the fearless girl I saw who crossed the parapet in less than a minute, come back Y/n stop assuming things on your own, give me that fearless girl back” I shouted at her ‘the fearless girl I fell in love with’ I thought to myself not saying it out loud

We were both silent for a minute before a punch landed on my gut and I tumbled back eventually landing on my ass “Don’t you ever slap me ever again Tavis!” she said with gritted teeth “and thank you for the advice I will go talk to him”

She helped me up as I saw a hair strand fall in front of her face I reached out subconsciously and tugged it behind her ear slowly ‘I fell in love with you Y/n Sorrengail the minute I saw you I knew you would break my heart, I was your secret admirer and when I got to know your name my heart shattered a bit but fate is so cruel you ended up falling for my bestfriend. You made the best choice for your life though he will take very good care of you. Xaden, he knew I felt this way towards you but he couldn’t control his feelings too. I tried my best to get your attention off of him but he made me realise you are not a game to win you are just you. I will live with my feelings forever and hopefully move on from you’ I thought to myself as I looked at her retrieving figure

‘You did a good job’ Chard said in my head as I nodded my head

-

Back to your pov..

I am now standing infront of Xaden his onyx eyes are on me observing everything I do

“Xaden” I whispered and ran towards him even though it was snowing and there was a high chance I could slip, hugging him tightly “I am so sorry I was so selfish” I didn’t let him talk for even a second as I continued “I thought I was doing something right but it wasn’t what you nor me wanted I lik- no I love you Xaden Riorsen and you cannot get rid of me” I hugged him tighter

I felt him wrap his arms around me as well “I have been waiting for you to tell me that” he whispered as he kissed my forehead “I love you too Y/n Sorrengail so freaking much that I will forgive you for distancing yourself from me”

I pulled back a little to look at him “You sure Xay?” I asked

“Xay huh?” he smiled

“Shut up” I smiled back but my expression grew serious as I had to tell him everything before we start our relationship “I do have to tell you why me and Violet grew apart”

He nodded his head “I thought it was because you were sent away after Aetos asked you out” he said as he held me tighter

“That too…” I took a deep breath “Violets ex boyfriend was an A grade asshole and he had his eyes on me when I came to visit during my break from my training, me and Vi were already not on talking terms and this asshole made it worse”

“What did he do?” he asked cautiously

“When I went to bed he… he sneaked into my room to take advantage of me, but I was fast enough and knocked him out with a vase, the sound woke everyone in the house and Violet accused me of chasing after her boyfriend and well that was the last time I visited home if I had a holiday” I kept my explanation short and simple but I knew Xaden was seething underneath “don’t worry nothing happened to me” I caressed his chest as he took a deep breath

“The day I find out who this fucker is I will make sure he is 6 feet under” he said gritting his teeth

“I am fine Xay” I told him “that’s why I have never had a boyfriend and was so hesitant with you”

“I understand” he said “you didn’t have this bruise this morning” he pointed out as he caressed my cheek where Garrick had slapped me

“Oh it was Garrick” before he could say anything I quickly said “he got me back to my senses and told me you were here so you should thank him”

“I will beat him in the mat so you don’t have to worry about that” he said as he leaned down to kiss me “you are mine Y/n Sorrengail always will be never EVER forget that”

He held the back of my neck and deepened the kiss “I have yearned for this since the last time we kissed” he murmured against my lips as he continued his kisses on my jawline and neck making me leave tiny gasps and moans “Xaden” I whispered softly as my hand finds his hair

We were so involved in the minute that we forgot we were still in the open space and that anyone can walk in on us making out. That's when we heard someone clearing their throat I immediately became alert and pushed Xaden away. I looked at the person who cleared their throat

"Violet" I heard Xaden grumble from beside me as he encircled his arm around my waist

"Hey sis" I said smiling, she was giving Xaden a teasing smile before she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her

"Baby sister is this man bothering you?" She asked playfully trying to piss Xaden off

I can't believe our relationship has improved in just weeks. I am so happy that I get to talk to my sister again

"Don't hold my GIRLFRIEND that way" Xaden said emphasizing the word 'girlfriend' as he started trying to get me away from Violet

"Y/n don't stay so close to him one time he let his guard down and I could hear all his thoughts" she giggled and covered her mouth glancing at Xaden who was glaring at her as though asking her to shut up "he was thinking of-"

"Nothing absolutely nothing" Xaden quickly interjected "why are you even here?" He asked irritated by her presence "aren't you supposed to be fawning over Liam?"

She blushed "Well you know Tairn and Sgaeyl were going at it again and the bond made me come here just to see your tongue shoved down my baby sisters throat" she glared at him

"Your sisters my girlfriend now you gotta be more careful on where you are going and what you see Sorrengail" he huffed

I looked at the bickering duo, my family now. I had two maybe three older brothers now- Ridoc, Sawyer, Bhodi. I got my sister back, I have two best friends- Rhiannon and Garrick. I hope Imogen gives me a chance so we can be friends. Xaden my Boyfriend. My chosen family who are not perfect but are always there for me. This is perfect just the way it should be and I am never regretting becoming a rider if I have these people around me

'This is why I chose you Worthy one' Vin said in my head

'Huh?' I questioned by his sudden declaration

'You tested them both' he continued 'I don't think you even realised it but you tested your sister and your mate to make sure they won't hurt you in the future'

'What do you mean?' I asked

'Remember you asked me why I channeled my power to you so quickly?' He asked

'Yes' I replied

'Its because when I looked into your memories I saw it, you were not just a girl who wanted to make your mother proud you were the girl who chose to be kind and caring even though the world was not kind to you, I knew in that second that I can trust you with anything' he said so proudly 'now you have chosen a family for yourself and they all will never abandon you as for the test I mentioned... Your subconscious wanted to protect you so it made you stay away from your mate to understand his intentions towards you, it wanted to make sure he doesn't go get with another girl when you are ignoring him and he passed the test flawlessly his eyes were on you all the time, you can ask your sister about it' he laughed in my head

"Y/n?" Violet called out

"Yeah?" I asked

"You were zoned out what happened?" She asked

"Nothing I was talking to Vin" I smiled "and I am just so happy"

'Thank you for making me understand Vin' I told him

'Anytime Worthy one' he said and closed our connection for now

I now have a family of my own who I can call when I need them who will always stay with me and I will make sure every single one of them are alright. I swear to myself that I will protect each and every single one of them with my heart and soul

Masterlist

Tags: @lreadsstuff @lagrandeourse @littlepippilongstocking @katrina0-0 @fuckingsimp4azriel @emoravenwolf

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To everyone reading this thank you so much for loving this series so much! I enjoyed writing this a lot! The list below is my future projects-

The Second Mate (Xaden x Reader x Violet)

The Kind One (??? x Aetos Reader)

The Sister (??? x Riorser Reader) this will be the next series

I hope you all are as excited as me to read these stories. I want to let you all know I work really hard for each of these stories. I would really appreciate it if you all comment on the stories to let me know your thoughts on them. Even a single comment helps me get motivation to make more and more chapters for you all

[theemporium]

im not sure if we’re allowed to combine prompts, so if we’re not, then feel free to choose!

can i request a violet fluff 💜 with nicojack??

"Come back to bed."

"Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved."

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

49. “Come back to bed.”

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It was late.

The game ended hours ago, a brutal loss to the Devils that stung for everyone—the players, the coaches, the fans. It was a game of stupid mistakes and missed opportunities and it laid heavy on everyone’s shoulders as the seats at the Prudential Center emptied after the final buzzer sounded through the arena. 

It was bad, but it wasn’t season-breaking. It was still in the early months of the season, they had time to recover from the loss and move up. And all things considered with how the last season went, things were looking bright for the Devils chances to clinch a playoff spot and have a solid foot through the door for the Stanley Cup.

But that didn’t stop Jack’s brain from spiralling the second he stepped off the ice after the heartbreaking loss. 

Everyone could see the way he closed off and it wasn’t unusual. They were competitive athletes, it was in their DNA to thrive and push and aim for the win. It was disappointing when they didn’t get it. It was normal for them to just have moments to themselves to come to terms with the game before leaving it in the past and moving on.

But Jack couldn’t seem to let go. 

It was borderline obsessive the way he was watching tapes from a game he played hours ago, watching the same clips over and over and over again like he could somehow rewrite the outcome. Even getting him to eat dinner was a struggle, the boy uninterested and untempted by the plate lying beside him. 

You thought maybe he needed to sleep it off, that maybe he would talk to you or Nico in the morning. 

Instead, you woke up at three in the morning to find his side of the bed empty and Nico just as confused as he tried to blink away the sleep from his eyes. 

“Where’s Jack?” Nico grumbled, biting back a yawn as he reached towards the empty spot in bed, the sheets now cold.

“I can take a guess,” you murmured, throwing your legs over the side of the bed and wincing slightly at the cool floorboards beneath your feet before you walked out towards the living room. 

It was unsurprising to find Jack sat on the couch, tablet in hand and eyes glued to the screen. His shoulders were tense, his posture was horrible and his lips looked red and raw from biting down on them so much. 

“Babe,” you called out in a soft voice, watching Jack jump out of his skin as he turned to find both of you standing in the doorway. 

“Oh, hey,” he cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing a little when he realised he had been caught. “Couldn’t sleep?” 

“Jack,” you scolded in a soft voice.

“Schat, this isn’t healthy,” Nico frowned as he took in the scene in front of him, brows furrowed and concern written across his face. “I know you’re upset about the game—”

“I lost us that game,” Jack whispered, his voice breaking. “Look at all these mistakes! You kept setting me up and I kept fumbling and—”

“Hey,” Nico shook his head, rounding the couch until he was kneeling in front of Jack. He took the younger boy’s face in his hands, his thumbs soothing over his cheeks. “Everyone makes mistakes. It’s not one person’s fault. We are a team. We win together, we fail together. You know that.”

Jack swallowed harshly. “I know but—”

“No,” he frowned. “Together, Jack. You can’t keep kicking yourself about this. Not like this, okay?” 

He nodded softly. “Okay.” 

“Come back to bed,” Nico murmured as he stood up, pulling the boy up with him as they shuffled towards where you were standing.

“I’m a part of that together too, by the way,” you commented as Jack approached you, sinking into your embrace as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a hug.

“Of course, babe,” he rasped, letting out a sigh as he leaned his head on your shoulder. “M’taking middle spot, by the way.”

You snorted. “Fine. Just this once.”

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[beef-brisket]

✨️Golden✨️

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

The first humans ran through one of the largest flower fields in Eden. The grass was lush and soft, and each flower was unique and bright.

Every day in Eden was perfect, or that's what the angels tried to say. For the moment, Adam was allowing himself to believe them.

For the last while, the air felt tense. Like something was happening behind the scenes, and Adam didn't know what it was.

Before Lilith was made, he was the special one. The angels pride and joy- their lords favourite. Every angel would crowd around Adam as he sat among the grass, handing them beautiful rocks pebbles he'd found in the clearest ponds in Eden.

But, since Lilith, the angels attention moved to her, and she thrived off it. But what hurt the most was how close Adam's favourite angel got to Lilith. Lucifer looked at the woman the way he used to look at Adam. With love. With wonder. With curiosity.

As the wind blew through his hair, and the tall flowers and grass grazed his legs, Adam smiled at Lilith, who was holding his hand and, for once, smiled at him. Truly smiled at him. Not a snarl or a scowl. She actually looked happy. With him.

They stopped running once they climbed a hill, giving them a full view of Eden and the sky. The pink and blue sky lit up the first humans and their home so perfectly.

Adam looked at Lilith and gazed into her bright, violet eyes. The colour from the sky reflected so brightly in her eyes that the sun made her hair look even more golden. Adam always felt enchanted by Lilith. But the usual inadequacy that came from being around Lilith wasn't present in this moment. Not when the first woman's arms were wrapped around Adam's neck, and his hands were on her soft hips.

Lilith: Adam.

Adam: Lily.

Lilith chuckled at Adam's love drunk expression: My husband. I have a gift for you~.

Adam tilted his head: A gift? My Lily, you've given me everything I could ever ask for.

Moving one of her hands front his shoulders, she ran her fingers and nails down his arm and to the hand on her hips. Taking her husbands hand in hers, she moved it to her stomach.

Lilith: Now, my darling. We both know that's not true~.

Adam: I... d-do you mean it? Really?

Lilith: Of course, darling! But, you must do something for me, first.

The first man hugged Lilith tightly and spun her around, making the woman laugh: N-Now, Adam! Don't get too excited!

Adam: Sorry, Lily!

Taking his hand in hers, Lilith started to pull him back towards the many forests of Eden: Come with me, my bear.

Adam stayed close to Lilith as they walked between the trees and foliage. After a few minutes, Adam noticed how the environment had changed. Instead of warm greens and lush plants, everything was on the verge of dying. Even the grass was bristly and almost painful to stand on.

Adam: I- Lily?

Sensing her husbands worry, she wrapped an arm around his waist: Trust me, darling.

He wanted to trust her. So badly. But he was getting uncomfortable.

The further they walked, the more dead and dark everything became. It was like the very sun was dying. Adam watched where he stepped as there were strange, black veins that covered the ground and what used to be living foliage and trees.

That's when he saw it. On a small hill was a tree with white opalescent bark and golden leaves. Hanging from the branches were the largest, reddest fruit Adam had ever seen.

Adam: Lily...? What is this?

Lilith: Our future, Adam. This is what you'll do for me, and I'm exchanged. I'll give what you desire most. A little one.

Adam: I... I don't know about this.

Cupping his face, Lilith pulled his attention away from the tree and to her: Do you trust me, Adam?

Adam: I do...

Lilith: Then, pick one of the fruits, put it between those darling lips of yours, and devour it. For me, Adam. And for our future children.

Adam: ...Okay, Lilith. I'll do it.

[floralblur]

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔰 ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“ that caitvi jail scene ” but angsty.

sfw ♡ wc 1.8k

(art m.emityy ig)

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ now playing : reflections (the nbhd)

for what feels like centuries, violet has been cracking her skull trying to get out of the iron bars, punching them and trying to force her body through the gaps with no avail. each drop of the water leak in the corner of the cell where jinx once sat feels like a ticking timebomb to someone’s imminent demise, but she’s not sure whether it’ll be her or her sister. her knuckles bleed, raw and red, eyes stinging from the tears she refuses to let fall. every breath is hoarse, the memories of prison from what felt like another life ago flooding her mind, a throat dry like sandpaper. after all these years, it feels so exposing to be vulnerable, so she remains paralysed in guilt. her sister had told her to not feel guilty anymore, but how couldn't she? she was always caught between rocks and hard places, yet always on the losing side. her breath picks up, hands clawing through her hair as she’s slumped on ground, her head in her hands. how much more helpless could she be in such a dire situation?

at that moment, she hears the click of keys jangling in the cell door in front of her, instantly flicking her neck up so fast she almost gets whiplash, a lean silhouette in front of her. locking eyes, caitlyn’s expression is one of… hesitance? withdrawal? she tentatively steps forward to vi until she meets her where she stands at the wall, exhaling so quiet as if her breath would rouse a beast from its slumber. “cait.. what are you doing here?”

time was frozen yet still an endless stretch as vi got into gear, instantly bolting for the door with the chance to save her sister given to her on a silver platter, but she’s held by the shoulder unable to leave. “i’m sorry, violet…” except now her helplessness is overcome by anger and resentment for all the previous pain. “now is not time for an apology!! let me go- let me SAVE her!” but cait’s grip only tightens, like vines around her chest, keeping her trapped in her arms.

she can feel the tremors of her guilty tears, acknowledging the harm she’s perpetuated after all this time. hoping it’s not too late to make amends, holding on to every last chance. “i’m so sorry vi, i never should’ve hurt you or put you in danger, and i- i was so so selfish…” whispering to herself. except vi has no more empathy to give to caitlyn right now. not when her world is crumbling around her, when her sister has signed her farewell, when the woman who should love her left her drowning in a sea of hardship only alcohol could fix. there is no more patience, no more instant forgiveness, not in this moment.

she shakes cait off of her back, throwing her against the wall with force, yelling into her own hands. vi paces up and down the cell, hitting her hands to her temple to try and think with reason. part of her wants to believe this can be salvaged, the bond they share, the care they have for one another. but she knows it was thrown away, so easily. a look of disgust from her, standing tall and proud, like a snotty piltover princess who has to get her way, after punching vi in the gut no less. everything in her life was catered to, prepared for, set in stone. this is the same woman who would kill any innocent to get to jinx. “clearly she’s not thinking straight,” vi thinks, but she also knows it’s no excuse. her carnal need to tear jinx apart has already torn apart what they had, irreparably so.

“you have some nerve, coming in here, and saying sorry of all things!! like that’s gonna fix EVERYTHING you’ve done. you’d kill anyone at all, and only now you wanna apologise? abandoning me and leaving me at my worst is cruel but coming back to relish in it… i didn’t think you could be so evil.”

for a second, cait stutters, frowning and eyes wide and bleary as she pushes out “i’m not here t-to relish in anything, i’m here to make amends, i swear on everything violet. i know how badly i’ve fucked up and how much i’ve done, and i still...” she squeezes her eyes and wipes her face quickly saying “love you”, under her breath, unable to hold eye contact. of course she doesn’t think her actions are evil, she thinks they’re justified, putting an end to terror in the city.

vi’s lost her patience with her, squaring her up and getting so close to her face she could feel every delicate breath, hear every heartbeat. “i chose to fight with you on the battlefield. i told you i’d take down my own blood sister with you, i talk to you with reason and tell you to NOT RISK SHOOTING A FUCKING CHILD, and what do you do? you punch me in my wound, leave me crying in pain, and go on your merry way. do you think i’m below you cait? do you think you’re better than me because you’ve gotten everything you wanted?” when vi yells, she snarls, her nose twitching in fury, like a beast trying to tame itself. she shakes and steps back, turning around and crossing her arms defensively.

cait was transfixed on her eyes, unable to look away from the truth laid in front of her. “your mom got an actual funeral, a real nice coffin, beautiful ceremony. vander died and we had nothing. our parents died and we didn’t have a fancy ceremony. how long do i have to fucking spell it out for you? even your grief is seen as better than mine, and clearly you think it too-”

cait tries to interject, standing up for herself against vi, “you can’t compare our suffering to one another, thats not right violet-”, but she’s instantly shut up getting pushed against the wall by the neck, her breath stilted by the pressure of vi’s forearm. “you, of all people don’t get to tell me what’s right or fair,” letting go of her on the side of the wall, stepping back as cait clutches her neck for air. vi is instantly back to shaking the bars, relentless in her mission to get out and still unsuccessful.

unfortunately for cait, her segue from the guilt is straight into shame as she starts staring at violet from the other side of the cell, her muscles tensing and relaxing under pressure, her back muscles accentuated through her shirt, thinking of all the ways she could show her she misses what they had and that she’s sorry. she inhales and exhales slowly, dragging her feet along to vi who freezes in place.

cait lowers herself down to her knees, hands on her thighs, preparing all the words in her head for how to get this right. “violet, from the day we first comforted each other i felt you were the one for me, and your sister being… who she is made things so much more complicated. it doesn’t change how… selfish i was, how entitled i am, even if i don’t think about it. my decisions dont only affect me, but so many others. even with my blinding rage for your sister, i see how deeply your bond runs and to give you such an ultimatum and expect it to be steadfast was…. foolish. i made such terrible decisions in my fit of rage, pushing you away like i was an angry untameable animal, and for that i am so so sorry. my want to keep you all to myself is foolish. the way i hurt you and lashed out, left you and became ambessa’s puppet all to avoid the word “sorry” is probably my biggest regret, and i am so sorry for breaking your trust. let me be someone you can love… again. only if you let me. you don't have to accept my words… but i know actions speak louder. let me make amends… please.”

each soft word cuts through vi’s body like a knife, trying to maintain her unwavering resolve to remain cold, harsh and unfeeling towards her. God knows she’s deserves the cold shoulder for even a little while instead of getting everything her way. she looks back over her shoulder to cait on the floor, both of them meeting each other’s gaze as vi stares down. if broken glass had a face, it would be caitlyn’s in this very moment. she sighs and rubs her face, always battling with all the possibilities, all the new things that could go wrong, but even if she doesn’t accept her entirely, she can start with hearing her. vi kneels down to her level, the baggage of trauma, grief, loss and guilt weighing her shoulders in this moment as she finally lets her tears pour in a desperate cry. cait knows this isn’t about her and her struggles, her mother, or even jinx. right now, she needs to be there for her. so she clutches vi around her neck and holds onto her, for as long as she’s there, her body moving up and down with every sob.

“i-i just can’t do this, everything feels so unfixable and i don’t know how i can keep ever- everything together…” every scream she’s locked away since childhood just waiting to be let out. violet feels like there’s more air in her chest, exhaling slowly now, her tears staining cait’s shirt.

she lifts her head from her shoulder, cait’s hand rubbing up and down her neck in a soothing motion, her eyes dry and darting around her face. cait puts both hands around vi’s face, slowly pulling her in and pressing her lips against her forehead, not in any lustful manner, but to put all the love and regret into repetitive “i’m so sorry”s, pressing them around her face, each kiss long and thoughtful. vi’s salty tears continue to fall as cait tastes them and kisses them away anyway, with no words to say anymore.

vi pulls cait’s face to her own, looking into her eyes for a few seconds before flicking down to her lips and tasting them, with every touch feeling like a sting to the skin, fingers tracing down along backbones and up through shirts, but the hands just linger, cait’s finger digging into vi’s skin around her, tightening and coiling her again. she leans her head over to vi’s shoulder, taking small bites around the skin through heavy breaths, suddenly unable to initiate out of fear. vi brings her back to face her, running her hand through her tussled navy hair, not sure whether to dive head first into the murky waters of their future. it feels like her anger and pain has all melted away even temporarily, and now she just wants pleasure to drown out the noise. maybe she could get what she wants. but she knows what she has to do. she slides out of caitlyn’s grip, as she starts frantically grasping again while vi stands up, backing away, leaving her behind. cait starts to plead from her position, “no, no please don’t leave, don’t leave me vi!”.

its as if the air stands still, each breath they take weighing the earth down. with a delicate voice, violet whispers “this should be payback, for you leaving me...” her eyes well up with tears, shuddering trying to prevent them falling. “…but you know i have to save her.” she turns so fast she might fall off balance, taking each stride with one foot in front of the other out of that cell, until caitlyn’s cries fade away. perhaps they were never fated to be together. maybe this is how it ends.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ

first fic hello tumblr ,, you can tell i forgot the sequence of events in this scene . . . oops <3 plus no one in this one shot is feeling fantastic i’m sorry !

[lunamonroeao3]

“Vi stands on shaky legs, using the wall to support her. She tries to swallow. Her throat tastes like blood.

The broken chain still hangs from their wrists.

“What in gods’ name were you thinking?” She holds up her broken chain for emphasis, the longer end dragging along the ground as she steps closer to Vi. “Were you even thinking?” A step. “Do you have any idea what I would’ve done– ugh! Of course you weren’t thinking!” Another step. “Because you’re a beautiful reckless fool. I swear to every god there is if you ever do something like that again–” She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her hands fist the material of Vi’s shredded tunic, her breathing heavy and labored. Her eyes are glassy as they rake over Vi’s face, tracing the path of scars from brow down to her neck, covered in mottled shades of violet. And then her lips.

Caitlyn squeezes her eyes shut when Vi lifts her hands to Caitlyn’s forearms. And when she opens them again they seem clearer, darker. Like she’s made her mind up about something. But tears still fall, making a trail down her face, joining the blood and dirt that paints her skin.

Vi has the thought to wipe them away, to speak, to do anything to comfort the woman in front of her. But every thought, every good intention is eclipsed by the sudden warmth of Caitlyn’s lips crashing into her own.”

So I don’t have a new chapter yet BUT, I do have art from chapter 13 😭💕 I commissioned the wonderful, amazing, talented @peachesartplace and she turned this scene into reality.

[littlest-w01f]

Cakes

Eris Vanserra x his (and Rhea's) daughter

For @erisweekofficial

Eris Week 2024 Masterlist

Day 2: Childhood/Legacy

Summary: Eris takes a step towards not being like his father while putting firm boundaries with his daughter.

Cw: Fluff, a lil angst

"Dalia Cersei Vanserra." Eris crossed his arms over his chest, watching his daughter sitting in the middle of the kitchen, chocolate cakes on the floor, his daughter's chubby cheeks and lips covered in the desert. "Why are you up at this hour?"

The little girl gasps and looks up at him, her violet eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights, "Da!" Dalia giggles, her small hands trying to wipe off some of the chocolate from her face but only smearing it further. "Da! Hi Da!" She says again, looking at her father with bright eyes full of excitement.

He chuckles softly, reaching down to scoop her up into his strong arms, feeling her tiny body squirming against him as he holds her close. "What are you doing awake, sweetheart? It's the middle of the night."

Her eyes light up even more at the sound of his voice, she starts babbling something about cakes and rolls and milk while pointing towards the open door leading out to the kitchen.

Dalia was always full of energy, especially when there was food involved, anything sweet had the girl on a roll. Dalia's tiny hands flew up to her mouth as she tried to stifle a giggle, her body shaking with suppressed laughter. The sight of her father's stern look, only made the situation more comical in her innocent mind. She couldn't help but let out a snort.

Eris raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanging despite the adorable scene before him. He held Dalia closer as he walked, his bare feet thudding against the tile floor. "Did you hear me, young lady?" he asked firmly, trying to maintain his authoritative tone amidst the chaos of his daughter's antics, refusing to smile and let her get away with being way past her sleep time and sending herself into a sugar rush.

He tried to recall what his mate had said, that if he wouldn't even try to discipline their daughter he might end up at the other extreme opposite to his father, he sighed softly, looking at the precious girl he had made with his lovely Rheana, the said girl was happily licking her fingers to clean the chocolate. He would explain to her how what she did was wrong, make sure she understood it, it should be easy enough, instead of whatever his father would've done, which was strike at him in different ways. Eris' eyes darkened at the thought of any harm like that coming to the precious bundle in his arms.

He felt the darkness shifting in the room, his love was watching, there for him if he needed help, but Eris refused to call upon her, determined to handle this situation himself. he set his girl down in her bed in her cosy room.

Eris sat down in front of Dalia, his large frame towering over her yet maintaining eye contact, ensuring he had her full attention. He took one of her small, sticky hands in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. His voice softened, yet remained firm, "Little one, what you're doing is called sneaking out of your bed in the middle of the night, remember? We decided it wasn't a good thing, right?"

Dalia nodded, her eyes still wide but filled with curiosity rather than fear. She tilted her head slightly, her braided red hair swaying gently behind her. "But… I just wanted a treat, dada."

Eris smiled warmly at her honesty, then explained, "It's not about wanting a treat, sweetheart. It's about following rules. You see, your Mama and I work hard to keep you safe and healthy."

His words were calm, as he looked at her, he couldn't understand how his father had done what he did while looking into the eyes on his daughter, if he too had looked up this innocently at his father for answers and was met with torture instead, "And part of keeping you safe means making sure you're sleeping soundly in your bed."

He stroked her chocolate-covered hands. "This," he emphasized, pointing at the sweet desert remains, "Is delicious, yes? But we need to be careful when we eat things like these because they give us energy, and too much energy all at once could make our bodies sick."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, his magic cleaning his daughter fully. "So, while having a taste is okay sometimes, we shouldn’t fill ourselves up so late at night. That’s why bedtime snacks aren’t allowed, okay?"

Dalia's eyes squinted a little in confusion, "But you and Mama say I can get anything I want in life if I try hard enough... And I really wanted some chocolate cake."

Eris let out a hearty laugh at his daughter's innocent bewilderment, "Well, my love, you still have a sleep time, don't you? If you don't sleep at night, you will be tired in the morning and miss the sparrows." He then only noticed the door of her room, scorch marks on the handle, she had used her budding power to open the door to her room, like mother like daughter for sure.

Dalia gasped at the thought of missing her sparrows, setting herself back in bed and closing her eyes, mumbling something about the birdies. After a moment she opened a single eye to see Eris still standing there, then closed them again, pretending to be asleep.

His heart melted at the sight of his little girl faking sleep, another trick she'd learned from her mother. He gave her a tender kiss on the forehead, murmuring, "Goodnight, princess."

"I'm sorry, Da." Dalia called out as Eris stood at the door to her room, "I'll be good and rest... Can we play together in the morning with the sparrows?"

Eris turned around, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gazed lovingly at his daughter. "Of course we can, sweetheart. In fact, after breakfast, we'll go outside and build a special feeder just for those feathered friends of yours. But first, you must promise to stay in bed until the sun rises. No sneaking out for midnight treats, deal?"

Dalia's eyelids fluttered open, her violet eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of spending time with her father. "Deal, Da! I promise!"

With that, Eris quietly exited the room, leaving a contented and sleepy little girl to drift off into slumber, dreaming of sparrow-filled mornings ahead.

With one last lingering glance at his babe, he left the room quietly, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. As he walked back to his bedroom, he found his Rheana waiting for him. "Everything alright?" She asked, concern etched on her beautiful features.

He smiled reassuringly at his mate, pulling her close and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Everything's fine, my love. Our little troublemaker is fast asleep now, dreaming of birds and chocolate cake."

Rheana let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing against his touch. "I wasn't worried for a moment. You handled that beautifully."

Eris tensed slightly as he remembered his childhood, memories of his abusive upbringing threatening to resurface. However, he quickly pushed them aside, focusing instead on the warmth and comfort of his mate's embrace. "Yes, well… I refuse to repeat history. Our children will know nothing but love and understanding under our roof."

Eris snuggled into Rheana's arms, his head resting under her chin, arms wrapped around her muscular form, he couldn't help his memories as they threatened to drown him.

"Hey..." Rheana whispered softly, feeling his distress, "Would you like to talk about it?" She asked, wrapping her arms around him, knowing his needed to be held without even asking.

"No," He finally answered, "Let's leave it where it belongs, in the past. There's no point dwelling on the mistakes of our fathers."

But still, as he said, he couldn't help but think of his own childhood, how he enjoyed nature, the red falling leaves, jumping on them to see how hard they would crunch, but his father had not liked it, that he was having fun. The first time Beron had raised his hand on him, he had beaten him bloody for having fun with his brothers on the autumn leaves

Memories flooded Eris' mind, each one a painful reminder of the cruelty he endured growing up. He recalled the countless times his father's fists had connected with his skin, whips, knives, the blood dripping down his face, the searing pain that never seemed to subside. Even now, centuries later, the scars ran deep, both physical and emotional.

As he lay there, lost in the darkness of his past, Rheana's soothing presence brought him back to the present. Her gentle strokes along his back and the comforting weight of her body against his own served as a balm to his troubled soul.

"I remember when you first told me about your childhood," Rheana murmured, her breath warm against his ear. "It broke my heart to know you suffered through such torment. But you're strong, Eris."

"You're worth so much, my love." Rheana kissed his cheek and neck, "My precious fire. Beron is dead. Our children have an advantage of never knowing him. Yes, we'll make mistakes, it's inevitable to, but what's most important is for her to have her safe place with us, the rest we'll figure out as we go."

Her words, laced with love and affection, worked their magic, slowly drawing him out of the depths of despair. The sensation of her lips against his skin sent a tingling sensation coursing through his veins, reminding him of the warmth and safety he found in her arms. "I love you, Rhea."

Slowly, the shadows of his past receded, replaced by the bright glow of his future with Rheana. He knew he could overcome any hardship as long as he had her by his side.

"I love you too," Rheana smiled softly, cupping his cheeks, planting kisses all over his face, "For anything you might need from me. Forever."

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[consoledacup]

There is a hell of a lot to say about mirrors. Aside from Colin and Penelope's perfect love story, I love how their romance is completely intertwined with identity.

Mirrors are everywhere this season. Penelope's staring at herself with Genevieve behind her, outwardly prioritizing her career over love. And her transformation is only skin deep and smartly subverted at the ball.

Varley is encouraging Penelope's new look, saying, "the looking glass does not lie." Such a sweet thing to say! But she says it during the Whistledown voice over. So the looking glass doesn't lie, but Penelope sure does. And at the end of the episode, after that captivating gossip scene at the Osterley Ball, Penelope simply reflects what the rest of the ton is saying in Whistledown.

Colin's brief reflection in the mirror behind Penelope at Stowell House highlights how he is never far from her thoughts.

Love the little moment Colin has with Violet where she comes to see him in the study, and he leans into the light when she brings up friendship and love, and you see his reflection behind her. The mirror play in the Fuller Library was so great. The thin persona Colin is projecting to the toxic lord squad is so not reflective of who is actually in his heart. And I really love Penelope's resigned little vanity mirror shot, readying herself for Debling's proposal and convincing herself she has no need for love.

The mirror intimacy scene is the sexiest, rawest, most revealing, most tender love scene I've ever seen. I personally think that the vulnerability of the mirror scene alone makes this season the most intimate it's ever been. I love that it starts with the mirror. I love that the mirror was all over in promos and was the third character in the teaser trailer. I love that the song that plays is "p.o.v."

And then we have the parallel of Genevieve behind Penelope in front of the mirror once more, this time with Penelope surrendering her career for love.

What makes the mirror intimacy scene so well-written and angsty is Colin believing that they were completely baring themselves to one another in that moment, mind, body, and soul. And while Penelope had found no other moment with him more special, she was still holding back parts of herself. And that is why it is so heartbreaking when Colin tells her the reason they'll still marry is because they were intimate. He's struggling to get the words out, as he reflects on their time together. He feels betrayed. He was honest with her inside and out, and she wasn't. And once again, Genevieve is an incredible support when she reminds Penelope that true love comes from loving each other, and themselves, fully.

When we see Colin battling with himself after admitting defeat to Penelope's team, there is a brief shot of him in the mirror as he openly lusts after his wife, frozen in conflict. And Penelope's reflection is shown as she's made the firm decision to unmask Whistledown, leading to the public reveal of her identity.

These characters are not just stepping into the light this season, but they're also forced to confront their own reflections. And as they examine all aspects of themselves, even the parts they used to hide from, they can't help but fall that much more deeply in love with each other. It really is such a beautiful message!

[kckt88]

Scorched Hearts II

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

Aemond and Valaena make time for one another before the petition for Driftmark.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Secret Relationship, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Oral Sex, P in V,

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 4232

A.N - Just and excuse for smut!! ;-)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated, do not copy/post to other sights without my permission.

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Valaena sat on the edge of her bed, the soft glow of candlelight flickering across the chamber as she combed her long, dark hair.

The rhythmic strokes of the comb were soothing, the quiet of the room broken only by the gentle creak of shifting wood behind her.

"You know the  maids that can help you with that," came Aemond’s familiar voice, low and teasing.

A smile played on Valaena's lips, but she didn’t turn around. "I know," she replied, her tone light, "-but you know that I prefer to attend to my own hair."

Aemond stepped closer, his hand extended toward her. "Come," he said softly, his violet eye gleaming in the dim light. "We shall take the secret passageways to my chambers."

Valaena set the comb aside and placed her hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

With a nod, she rose to her feet, and Aemond led her through the darkened passageways, hidden behind the walls of the Red Keep.

The stone corridors were narrow and dim, the silence between them punctuated only by the soft echo of their footsteps.

They paused at an alcove when two guards passed by, their conversation muffled.

Aemond held her hand tightly, and once the guards moved on, they continued, navigating the shadowy passages until they reached a hidden partition.

Aemond pushed against the wall, and a door swung open, revealing his private chambers.

He gestured for Valaena to enter first, and she stepped inside, the scent of parchment and leather filling her senses.

The room was distinctly his—dark wood, the soft flicker of firelight, and bookshelves filled with ancient tomes lined the walls. A weapons cabinet stood proudly in one corner, gleaming steel on display.

Valaena ran a finger over the smooth surface of a large desk, her gaze drifting to the tapestry above Aemond’s bed—a scene depicting Harrenhal, the ruined castle looming ominously in the woven fabric. A soft laugh escaped her lips.

Aemond, standing behind her, asked, “What’s funny?”

Valaena shook her head, her smile widening. “Nothing-just that this space is so you.” She walked over to a chair, where a discarded cloak was draped.

Lifting it, she pressed the material to her nose, inhaling his scent—the comforting mix of leather, smoke, and something uniquely him. She lowered the cloak, her gaze softening. "Everything in this room is you."

Aemond unbuckled his belt and placed it and the dagger on the desk. His eye never left hers as he moved toward her, taking the cloak from her hand and tossing it onto the back of a chair.

Valaena, a playful glint in her eyes, began backing away, a smile tugging at her lips.

Aemond followed, his movements slow and deliberate, his voice low as he said, "I've imagined this moment, hundreds of times, having you here, in my chambers."

Valaena's back met the cool stone wall behind her, and she looked up at him, her breath quickening. "And what did you imagine you would do with me in your chambers?"

Aemond came to a stop just in front of her, his tall frame blocking out the light behind him as he braced his hands on the wall, caging her in.

His lips curved into a sly smile as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Would you like me to show you?" he murmured.

Valaena bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest as she nodded.

Aemond didn’t hesitate. His lips found hers in a fierce, hungry kiss, his hands sliding down from the wall to her waist. Valaena melted into him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as the kiss deepened.

With a soft growl, Aemond moved her away from the wall and began pulling at the ties of her nightgown.

“Don’t rip it-” urged Valaena as she took a step back and pulled open the cotton material and let it fall to the floor.

Aemond smirked as he gazed her naked body before he eagerly pulled off his own clothes, leaving them both bare.

Aemond circled Valaena slowly, his steps measured and deliberate, his eye tracing every curve of her body like a predator hungrily stalking its prey.

There was an intensity in the way he moved, his gaze devouring her from every angle as if he were committing every inch of her to memory.

With a commanding presence, he stepped back from Valaena, his voice low and authoritative as he spoke.

"Kneel" he ordered, his words cutting through the thick air of the room.

Without hesitation, Valaena obeyed. She sank gracefully to her knees, her eyes never leaving Aemond's as she positioned herself in front of him, her posture submissive yet confident, entirely at his mercy.

Slowly, Aemond reached down and caressed Valaena’s cheek, his touch gentle and reverent despite the raw desire simmering beneath the surface.

His thumb brushed over her soft skin, tracing the line of her jaw before he brought it to her plump lower lip, pressing against it with a possessive tenderness.

“Open your mouth,” he murmured, his tone commanding yet intimate, a whisper meant only for her.

Valaena, always eager to please him, parted her lips without hesitation, her breath warm against his thumb as she obeyed his command.

Aemond smirked and then spat into her mouth.

“Swallow” he ordered.

Valaena closed her mouth and smiled as she swallowed.

“Sȳz riña” muttered Aemond (Good girl).

“Ivestragī nyke kostilus ao ñuha zaldrīzes” whispered Valaena (Let me please you my dragon).

“Skorkydoso?” asked Aemond curiously (How?)

Valaena smiled and rose higher on her knees she placed her hands on Aemond, slowly moving them up his lean body, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles with delicate but purposeful intent.

She felt the tremble in his body as her nails scraped lightly across his skin, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound primal, raw with desire.

Her touch held him captive, and as her hands continued their slow, torturous path, she whispered to him, her voice soft but commanding.

“Take off your eyepatch, I wish to gaze upon your beauty in its entirety”

Aemond hesitated for only a moment, his lips parting in a quiet whimper, the sound so rare for him, so vulnerable.

She knew what her words, her praise, did to him—how they disarmed him in ways no one else could.

His heart raced in his chest, and the possessiveness in him faltered for just a second, replaced by something deeper, more intimate.

Without a word, Aemond reached up and pulled the eyepatch from his face, the black leather slipping from his fingers to fall carelessly to the floor.

He stood before her, exposed in a way few had ever seen him, the sapphire a mark of his strength, his pain, and his triumph.

Valaena gazed up at him, a soft smile curving her lips as her eyes traced over his face.

The sapphire, so stark and striking, only added to the beauty that was uniquely his.

“Ñuha gevie zaldrīzes”  whispered Valaena, her voice laced with adoration (My beautiful dragon).

Aemond’s breath hitched at her words, his body responding to the warmth of her gaze and the tenderness in her voice. She saw all of him—the scars, the vulnerabilities—and still, she called him beautiful.

It was a power she wielded over him that no one else could ever claim.

Valaena leaned forward and pressed a series of tender kisses to his bare stomach, her lips brushing against his pale skin.

Aemond closed his eye and let out a low groan as he felt her teeth grazing against him.

Each kiss sent a ripple of pleasure through Aemond, his body responding to her affection with a barely contained hunger.

Aemond’s hand instinctively moved to her hair, his fingers weaving through the dark strands as he tilted his head back, his chest rising and falling with laboured breaths.

His voice, deep and rough with need, cut through the silence like a blade.

“Kostilus” he rasped, his voice a low growl, urging her on (Please).

As Valaena continued her trail of kisses, Aemond’s grip on her hair tightened, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His eye was half-lidded, his focus entirely on the woman kneeling before him.

She grinned as she looked up at Aemond before taking one of his stones into her mouth, her tongue teasing the soft delicate flesh.

“FUCK” moaned Aemond.

“Does ñuha dārys like that?” asked Valaena (My King).

“Oh. Gods. Yes” whimpered Aemond.

“What was that?” asked Valaena as she moved to the other and caressed it with her tongue.

“Kostilus ñuha jorrāelagon” begged Aemond (Please my love).

“Ao līs umbagon ñuha zaldrīzes” replied Valaena (You must wait, my dragon).

Aemond stared down Valaena, his mouth hanging open as her warm, wet mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.

Her tongue gently moving around the tip – tracing the ridges and licking off that drops of pre-cum that had started to leak out.

“Fuck, Valaena” groaned Aemond as he threaded his fingers through her hair.

Valaena ran the flat of her tongue along Aemond’s length, tracing every hard inch of him. Her hand moving over the hard length of him.

“Your taking me so well. Such a good girl-” moaned Aemond as Valaena took his cock in her mouth.

Valaena slid her other hand around Aemond’s body and grasped the flesh of his arse, digging her nails into his skin.

“That’s it-FUCK-yes-don’t stop” groaned Aemond, his hips thrusting faster.

Valaena responded to his statement by relaxing the back of her throat, and swallowing as much of his cock as she could, her head moving back and forth.

“Shit-Valaena I’m going to spill. Oh, fuck, I’m going to-” shouted Aemond his head tipped back as he exploded.

Valaena took every last drop, swallowing his warm seed and licking him clean. When Aemond recovered, he saw her self-satisfied smile.

Aemond as he watched his softened cock slip from Valaena’s mouth and leave a trail of seed dribbling down her chin.

“Such a messy Prince-” muttered Valaena as she put a finger to her chin and wiped away the seed only to put the finger into her mouth.

“Fuck” muttered Aemond, his cock twitching.

“What is it you desire now my love?” asked Valaena.

Aemond offered her his hand and pulled her from the floor, he shuddered when the warmth of her body pressed against his, her hand released his and trailed up his arm, her nails scraping against his skin.

“I want-” whispered Aemond as Valaena coiled her fingers in his long hair and gently tugged at the silver strands.

“-What do you want?”

“I want you to ride my face until I’m ready again” gasped Aemond

“Are you sure” asked Valaena.

“Sit on my fucking face” ordered Aemond as he moved away from her and laid on the bed.

Valaena climbed onto the bed and  hovered above Aemond’s face; her knees splayed on either side of his head.

“Such a pretty cunny-" breathed Aemond as he ran the flat of his tongue along Valaena’s soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

“Oh, my god” moaned Valaena her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it ñuha dōna. Let me hear you” (My sweet).

“YES. It feels so good. Don’t stop. Aemond. Please” begged Valaena.

“FUCK” growled Aemond.

“Ooooh A-Aemond” shrieked Valaena.

"Delicious" purred Aemond as he began lapping at Valaena, running his tongue along every fold.

"More" panted Valaena "Please. I need more”.

Aemond inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out of her slick wet folds.

“Oh" whimpered Valaena; her chest heaving as she began to gently roll her hips against him.

“That’s it baby, ride my fucking face” groaned Aemond as he pulled Valaena closer.

“N-No A-Aemond you’ll suffocate” exclaimed Valaena.

“When I said sit on my fucking face, I didn’t mean hover. I want your entire cunt on my face. Now do as you are told-” ordered Aemond as he wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her further onto his face, his nose rubbing on her pearl.

Valaena was now giving off a slew of whispered swear words, moans, and pleas as she moved her hips.

“Yes-yes, don’t stop” moaned Valaena.

 Aemond then rolled her onto the bed, her back colliding with the soft mattress with a dull thud.

“Ohhh Aemond” whined Valaena at the sudden movement.

“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I don’t want to wait any longer, come for me baby,” moaned Aemond, his face pressed between her shaking thighs, his fingers curling inside her.

Finally, he felt Valaena’s inner walls start to flutter around his fingers, squeezing them. Valaena’s back arched taut as a bow and she screamed her release.

“Hmm” muttered Aemond as he pressed a series of kisses to her inner thighs, his teeth nipping at her skin.

“P-Please A-Aemond. Need you” begged Valaena.

Aemond rose to his knees, his chin shining with her slick, he smirked as he swiped his fingers over his chin and then placed them in his mouth savouring her delicious taste.

Aemond moved up Valaena’s body pausing to grasp hold of her left breast as he ran his tongue over the rosy nipple, his teeth grazing the stiffened peak.

“Oh-yes“ gasped Valaena, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention.

“Issa jorrāelagon-Issa glaeson-ñuhon” growled Aemond as he seized his wife’s lips in a ferocious kiss, his hard cock throbbing against her thigh (My love-my life-mine).

Aemond wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly ran it over Valaena’s wet entrance, she began squirming impatiently against him as he continued to tease her.

“P-Please, I want you” exclaimed Valaena desperately.

“Hmm” rasped Aemond as he slid inside her with a singular thrust. His hips coming to a stop against hers.

Aemond started to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of her squeezing his cock.

"Faster, Aemond" begged Valaena.

"Patience, ñuha dōna" chided Aemond as he ran his nose up her neck (My sweet).

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Valaena.

Her hands ran over his arms, over his shoulders. Her fingernails raking down his back.

“Mark me harder-“ growled Aemond.

Valaena dug her nails into his skin and clawed at his back deep enough to draw blood.

The fire between them was unmistakable, an unrestrained passion that filled the room with heat and tension so thick it was almost suffocating.

 “Gods-" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly, revelling in the pain.

"Fuck me, Aemond. Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me”.

Aemond groaned loudly, knew exactly what Valaena was doing, but he couldn’t help himself. She wanted faster, he was going much faster now.

His pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from her luscious lips. Now he was quickly thrusting in and out, shaking the bed, the headboard banging loudly against the stone wall.

Aemond lifted Valaena’s legs onto his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around her thighs, squeezing them together as he thrust his cock into her soaking wet cunny.

“Aemond! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck!” screamed Valaena.

“That’s it baby-come for me” exclaimed Aemond as he felt her clenching on his cock.

Aemond could feel the tension building in his abdomen, but he didn’t want to spill his seed. Not yet.

Not even waiting for her orgasm to fully subside, Aemond moved Valaena’s legs off his shoulders and quickly manoeuvred her onto all fours, she whimpered as his cock slipped out, but he bent forward to press a series of kisses to her glorious arse, his large hands kneading the soft pale flesh, before he sunk his teeth into her.

“AEMOND” squealed Valaena.

“Hmmm”

“P-Please Aemond” whispered Valaena, her voice slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the mattress.

Aemond stuck his finger in his mouth before he ran it over her puckered hole.

“Is this alight?” breathed Aemond.

“Y-Yes. Put it inside me. I can take it” whimpered Valaena.

“Tell me-Tell me if it’s too much” replied Aemond as he slowly pressed his finger inside her.

“Ooh Aemond, yes. Please. More” babbled Valaena as he moved his finger in and out before adding a second.

“Your doing so well-my darling” moaned Aemond as he moved his fingers inside her, his other hand slowly stroking his cock.

“I want you-please Aemond”

Aemond moved into position and sheathed himself inside Valaena once again, his eye rolling into the back of his head.

“FUCK-” groaned Aemond,

“God. Yes. Aemond” moaned Valaena, his fingers in her arse and his cock deep in her cunt was so good.

Aemond began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts, his fingers moving in rhythm with his cock.

“Harder-more-please ñuha raqiarzy” wailed Valaena (My beloved).

“Issa vaogenka hāedar” growled Aemond, his fingers moving faster (My dirty girl).

“Aemond-”

“That’s it-take it-take all of me” muttered Aemond as he removed his fingers, and grabbed hold of Valaena’s hips and increased the pace of his thrusts.

Valaena took one of Aemonds hands that was on her hip and brought it to the back of her head.

Knowing what she wanted, Aemond placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into the mattress, her back arching.

His cock reaching deep inside her as he moved with such ferocity it could rival an animal, his long silver hair unbound and sticking to his sweaty back.

Aemond then grasped both of Valaena’s arms and held them behind her back as he pounded into her, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoed around the room.

Valaena’s cries of pleasure were muffled by the mattress, her face buried in the soft fabric.

Her body arched in response to Aemond’s relentless rhythm, each cry escaping her lips in a series of desperate moans that reverberated through the room.

Aemond’s grip on Valaena was fierce, his movements relentless. He drove into her with a force that seemed almost brutal, but Valaena took every thrust with an almost frantic eagerness.

Her body trembled under him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered completely to the intensity of their coupling.

“Fuck-that’s it-that’s it-” moaned Aemond.

He released Valaena’s arms and then took hold of her long hair, twisting his fingers into the tousled strands before he pulled her backwards, her sweaty back colliding with his chest.

Aemond held her tight too him as he fucked her, his cock reaching deep inside her.

One hand grasped her hip, his blunt fingers digging into her flesh. Whilst his other released her hair and moved to her throat, squeezing gently.

“Give it to me please” pleaded Valaena her head lolling back onto Aemond’s shoulder, her arm reaching behind her to tangle in his hair as their lips connected in a messy, passionate kiss.

Aemond could feel the tension building in his abdomen again, as he thrust his cock inside Valaena.

“I want you to come on my cock again, but not like this-” muttered Aemond as he once again withdrew from her wet heat and laid across the bed.

“-Aemond” exclaimed Valaena breathlessly.

 “Ride me-” replied Aemond as he pulled her on top of him. His hand moving to his cock, rubbing it along her folds before she sunk down and completely engulfed him.

 “Yes-” gasped Valaena as she rolled her hips against Aemonds.

“That’s it, take it. Take all of me”.

Aemond placed his hands on her hips and marvelled at Valaena as she rode him.

Valaena dug her nails into Aemond’s chest as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.

“A-Aemond” moaned Valaena as he suddenly sat up, moving his hand to her breast again and taking her nipple into his mouth, his teeth biting down on the rosy bud.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me” exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention.

“AEMOND” screamed Valaena her vision going white as she came around his cock.

He pulled her closer and then rolled her back onto the bed his cock never leaving her warmth as he pounded into her with a series of deep penetrating thrusts, her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his body against hers as he chased his own end.

Aemond’s grip on Valaena tightened as he neared his own climax, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more forceful.

The noises he made were almost otherworldly, a mix of loud guttural growls and breathless moans.

“I love you-I love you-I love you” groaned Aemond as he exploded.

Aemond’s body tensed against Valaena’s, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rode out his orgasm. Then, as his pleasure subsided, he collapsed onto her, his chest heaving as he relaxed against her.

Valaena’s body shifted slightly beneath him, her own breath coming in soft, satisfied sighs as she remained still, embracing the weight of him.

She looked up at Aemond with a tender, loving gaze, her hands caressing his back as he rested against her, his breathing gradually slowing.

As Aemond and Valaena lay intertwined in the dim light of his chambers, listening to the wind and rain raging outside.

Aemond’s arm rested protectively around her, his head nestled against her shoulder. The crackling fire in the hearth cast flickering shadows over their bare skin.

Aemond tilted his head, his sapphire eye gleaming softly as he looked at her. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Valaena smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his arm. "Do you remember that time I fell and scraped my knee in the gardens?"

Aemond chuckled softly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Yes," he said, the memory vivid. "You wouldn't let anyone assist you. I seem to recall you tried to bite a septa who dared take hold of you and force you to your feet." His smile widened as he added, "Hmm, what was it she called you? Ah, yes. A vicious little beast."

Valaena smiled sadly. "She deserved it, the crusty old bag."

Aemond turned, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. "I do remember you had a particular dislike for that septa," he said, his tone more serious now. "But why? You never really told me."

Valaena’s gaze dropped to the sheets, her fingers idly playing with the fabric. After a moment, she sighed. "She wasn't very kind to me. In public, she acted as though she respected me—bowing and addressing me as Princess. But in private-" Her voice trailed off.

Aemond’s brow furrowed in concern. "-What do you mean?" he asked, his tone soft yet insistent.

Valaena hesitated for a moment, then spoke quietly. "She used to tell me that my kind shouldn’t exist. That we were creatures born of sin and depravity." She swallowed hard, her voice wavering with the weight of old memories. "-She would whip me with a cane if I answered questions about the Faith of the Seven incorrectly. She never let me forget that my egg didn't hatch. Told me that I wasn’t a true Targaryen because of it-"

Aemond’s jaw tightened, his hold on her instinctively growing firmer as if he could shield her from those old wounds.

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with regret. "I had no idea you went through that."

Valaena smiled weakly, her hand slipping to rest on his chest. "It was a long time ago," she said softly. "But it hurt-to hear those words"

Aemond understood all too well what it meant to be a Targaryen without a dragon. He remembered the sting of feeling less than what others expected, the whispers and the doubts.

It was, in fact, what had drawn them together as children—the shared pain of being dragon less while the others revelled in their bonds.

Back then, the others had their dragons. And they had each other.

Aemond’s voice was a soothing murmur in the quiet. "Well, look at you now," he said, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her skin. "The rider of Silverwing, the dragon who once belonged to Good Queen Alysanne."

Valaena smiled at that, a flicker of pride in her eyes. "Yes," she said, her voice carrying a hint of satisfaction. "Luckily, the septa has since passed on. Otherwise, not only would I spit in her smug ugly mug- I’d have Silverwing burn her alive."

Aemond chuckled, the sound low and affectionate as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. "Hmm," he hummed against her skin, his lips brushing her collarbone. "My vicious little dragoness has her claws."

Valaena laughed softly, running her fingers through his silver hair. "You love it," she teased.

Aemond looked up at her, his eye gleaming with a quiet intensity. "I do," he admitted, his voice tender. "Very much." He snuggled closer to her, his face pressed gently against her breasts, his breaths slowing as he began to drift into sleep, content and safe in her arms, unaware of Valaena gently moving his hand to rest upon her stomach.

TBC

[solastia]

Indulgence

Pairing: Yoongi, Jimin, F!Reader

Kinktober Theme: Threesome

TW: Power imbalance, light choking, threesome, MMF, polyamory, no protection is even mentioned, can seduction be dubious consent? Because if so then yeah, they kinda gaslight you into fucking them lmao. Big dick Yoongi. I'm adding that because I don't usually do that. Dirty talk. Oh, I should probably warn I use cunt, because I like that word. *shrug*

Welcome to another edition of Solastia fails to make a drabble a drabble! I was just going to make a short drabble for Kinktober, but here we are with 5K instead *sigh*. I'll try better with the rest of them. In the meantime, very cheesy erotica ahead with limited plot.

This was the end of your first week at Yoonmin Corp., the new leaders in tech in your city. The CEO’s had taken the city by storm, and you had been quick to grab a job with the promising company.

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of violet and indigo, as you emerged from the sleek glass doors of Yoonmin Corp headquarters. A warm breeze, heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine, ruffled your hair as you made your way down the broad stone steps. The past five days had passed in an exhilarating blur of meetings, presentations, and dazzling technological displays that left your mind reeling.

Whispers swirled around the enigmatic CEO duo, Min Yoongi and Park Jimin, who had burst onto the scene mere months ago. With their disruptive innovations and magnetic charisma, they were the talk of every social circle and business journal in the city. Rumors abounded of their rapid rise, unconventional methods, and the secrets that surely lay behind those piercing gazes and seductive smiles.

Wait. Maybe you hadn't intended to think that last phrase, but it lingered in your mind like a persistent itch. Piercing and seductive? Yes, that fits. Because that had been your only issue with this place. Well, not so much an issue as a mystery.

Since the moment you sat at the desk in front of their glass office, you’d felt like prey. Their eyes always watching you, one or the other finding a reason to stride out of their office like panthers to “chat” with you at your desk. And one very memorable moment where you’d caught them making out in their office and Yoongi had stared you down the entire time. 

You shake your head, trying to clear yourself of the strange thoughts. As you reached the bottom of the steps, a sleek black car with tinted windows glided to a stop at the curb. The door swung open, and a handsome man in a tailored suit stepped out, inclining his head to you.

"Good evening. Mr. Min and Mr. Park request your presence." His rich baritone sent a shiver down your spine.

Heart pounding, you slid into the plush leather backseat, the door closing with a muted click. The interior was dimly lit, all polished wood and gleaming chrome. Across from you lounged the infamous CEOs themselves, Min Yoongi and Park Jimin, shadows playing across their striking features. What the hell could you have done already? Not to mention you were clocked out for the day.

"Thank you for joining us," Yoongi purred, his cat-like eyes glinting in the low light. "We've been watching you this week. Your...potential intrigues us."

Jimin leaned forward, his perfectly styled hair falling artfully over his brow. The spicy scent of his cologne filled the air between you, making your pulse race even faster. 

"You've exceeded all expectations. Your brilliance, your dedication...and perhaps other qualities as well." His gaze drifted languidly over your form, a smirk playing at the corner of his full lips.

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure under the intensity of their stares. The car purred to life and pulled away from the curb, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon beyond the tinted glass. 

"I'm flattered, but I'm not sure I understand. What exactly are you looking for from me outside of my regular duties?"

Yoongi chuckled, a low, velvety sound that seemed to resonate in your bones. He exchanged a loaded glance with Jimin, their eyes glittering with unspoken promises. 

"We have a special project in mind. One that requires someone with your unique combination of intellect, discretion, and...allure."

Jimin's fingertips grazed your knee, the brief contact searing through the thin fabric of your slacks. 

"It's not the sort of thing we can discuss at the office. Too many prying eyes and ears. We have a private penthouse where we prefer to handle our most sensitive business."

The car turned down a narrow side street, the buildings towering above you like sentinels guarding forbidden secrets. Your breath caught in your throat as the implications of their words sank in.

 "This project...it's not entirely professional, is it?"

Yoongi's lips curved into a wicked smile. 

"Clever and perceptive. I knew we chose well." He leaned back, draping an arm across the seat. "No, this venture is of a more...intimate nature."

Jimin's hand slid higher up your thigh, his touch light but deliberate. 

"We've built an empire on pushing boundaries and shattering expectations. In business, and in pleasure." His voice dropped to a husky murmur. "There are no limits to the heights we can reach together."

Your skin prickled with heat, every nerve alight. This was insane. Reckless. Yet the magnetic pull of their power and sensuality was undeniable.

 "And if I refuse?"

"Then we return you to your little desk, no questions asked," Yoongi replied smoothly. "But I don't think you will. I think you crave something more. Something extraordinary." His eyes bored into yours, stripping away your defenses layer by layer.

The car slowed to a stop and the driver opened the door. You stepped out onto a private underground parking garage, your legs unsteady beneath you. Yoongi and Jimin emerged like twin shadows, their movements fluid and hypnotic.

"Come," Jimin coaxed, offering his hand. "Let us show you the world that awaits."

Heart thundering against your ribs, you placed your trembling fingers in his warm palm. His grip was firm, confident, as he led you to a private elevator. Yoongi pressed a code, and the doors slid open with a hushed whoosh.

Inside, the air crackled with tension. Jimin's body was a hair's breadth from yours, his heat seeping into your skin.

The elevator ascended swiftly, your stomach fluttering with anticipation and trepidation. Jimin's thumb traced maddening circles on your palm, each caress sending sparks racing up your arm and down your spine. Yoongi leaned against the mirrored wall, his hooded gaze devouring your every reaction.

With a soft chime, the doors opened directly into a sprawling penthouse suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a breathtaking panorama of the glittering cityscape below. Sleek, modern furnishings in shades of black and crimson filled the space, the décor dripping with decadence and sensual promise.

Yoongi's hand settled on the small of your back, guiding you into the room.

"Welcome to our private sanctuary," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "A place where we can indulge our deepest desires without restraint."

Your heart raced as you took in the opulent surroundings—the plush velvet couches, the gleaming marble bar, the massive bed draped in silk. Every detail whispered of luxury and temptation. Jimin circled around to face you, his eyes smoldering with unspoken promises.

"You're trembling," he observed, trailing a fingertip along your collarbone. "Is it nerves? Excitement?" His lips quirked. "Anticipation of what's to come?"

"All of the above," you managed, your voice breathy. The raw magnetism of these men was overwhelming, short-circuiting your rational mind. Jimin's fingertip dipped lower, grazing the swell of your breast through your thin blouse. Your nipples tightened, aching for his touch.

Yoongi moved behind you, his solid form pressing against your back. Strong hands settled on your hips, holding you captive between their bodies. 

"There's no need to be nervous," he purred, nuzzling the sensitive spot beneath your ear. "We'll take good care of you."

Jimin's nimble fingers released the top button of your blouse, then another, baring a tantalizing glimpse of lace-clad curves. 

"So beautiful," he praised, his gaze molten. "I've been imagining peeling you out of these prim little office clothes all week."

A moan caught in your throat as Yoongi's teeth grazed your earlobe, sending tingles racing across your sensitive skin. His hands slid from your hips to splay across your stomach, holding you firmly against the solid heat of his body.

"Let us worship you," he growled, his deep voice vibrating through you. "Let us show you pleasures you've only dreamed of."

Jimin finished unbuttoning your blouse and pushed it off your shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor. Cool air whispered across your overheated flesh, pebbling your exposed skin. His fingertips traced the scalloped edge of your lacy bra, dipping beneath the fabric to tease your aching nipples.

"Exquisite," he breathed, his eyes devouring you. "I want to taste every inch of you."

Your head fell back against Yoongi's shoulder as Jimin's fingers worked their magic, caressing and teasing your sensitive flesh. Yoongi's grip on your waist tightened, holding you steady as your knees threatened to buckle under the onslaught of sensation.

"So responsive," Yoongi purred, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I can feel how much you want this. How much you need it."

Jimin deftly unclasped your bra, letting it slide down your arms to join your blouse on the floor. His heated gaze raked over your exposed breasts, the naked hunger in his eyes making you throb with need.

"Perfection," he murmured, cupping the soft mounds in his palms. "I could spend hours worshipping these alone."

A whimper escaped your lips as Jimin's thumbs circled your sensitive nipples, the rough pads igniting sparks of pleasure that shot straight to your core. Yoongi's hands slid lower, deftly unfastening your slacks and easing them over the curve of your hips. The brush of cool air against your bare thighs made you shiver, goosebumps racing across your skin.

"So soft," Yoongi growled appreciatively, his fingers skimming the lacy edge of your panties. "I can't wait to feel these silky thighs wrapped around my waist as I sink into your tight pussy."

His blunt words sent ripples to your core, dampening your panties, your need for them ratcheting higher with each passing second. Jimin's hands continued their sweet torment, rolling and plucking your stiff nipples.

Yoongi's fingers dipped beneath the delicate lace of your panties, grazing your slick, sensitive folds. A gasp tore from your throat at the electric contact, your hips bucking into his touch. 

"Already so wet for us," he purred, circling your aching clit with a featherlight caress. "I knew you'd be perfect."

Jimin's mouth replaced his fingers on your breasts, his clever tongue swirling around one taut peak before drawing it between his lips. He sucked deeply, sending shockwaves of bliss ricocheting through your body. Your hands tangled in his silky hair, holding him closer as he lavished your aching flesh with expert attention.

"Please," you whimpered, lost to the exquisite sensations they were unleashing. "I need..."

Yoongi's fingers delved deeper, parting your slick folds to tease your throbbing entrance. "Tell us what you need, baby," he coaxed, his voice a sinful rasp against your ear. "We want to hear you say it."

Your cheeks burned, a heady mix of desire and embarrassment flooding through you. But the desperate ache between your thighs overrode any lingering shyness. 

"I need you inside me," you breathed, arching into his touch. "Both of you. Please..."

Jimin released your nipple with a wet pop, his eyes blazing with lust as they met yours.

"Fuck, I love hearing you beg for us," he growled. In one fluid motion, he hooked his fingers in your panties and tugged them down your trembling legs.

Cool air kissed your exposed flesh, making you gasp and shiver with need. Yoongi's fingers continued to tease your slick folds, circling your throbbing clit in maddening strokes. 

"So pretty," he purred, dipping one long finger inside your clenching heat. "I can't wait to feel this sweet pussy stretched around my cock."

Jimin kneeled before you, his heated gaze drinking in the sight of your bared pussy.

"Delectable," he murmured, hooking your thigh over his broad shoulder. "I'm going to devour this perfect cunt until you scream for us, baby."

His scorching breath feathered over your sensitive flesh a moment before his wicked tongue delved between your folds. A broken moan tore from your throat as he lapped at your dripping slit, the velvet caress of Jimin's tongue against your most intimate flesh sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through your body. Your hips bucked forward, seeking more of that exquisite friction as he laved your throbbing clit with firm, deliberate strokes.

"That's it, baby," Yoongi purred in your ear, his fingers continuing their maddening tease of your slick entrance. "Let him taste how sweet you are. How desperate for our touch."

Jimin growled against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations making you cry out and clutch at his hair. He sealed his lips around your aching bud, suckling deeply as he worked two fingers inside your clenching channel. Your inner muscles gripped him greedily, drawing him deeper into your molten core.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Jimin groaned, pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm that made your toes curl. "I can't wait to feel this perfect pussy squeezing my cock."

Yoongi's hand slid up your body to cup your breast, kneading the soft flesh as he rocked his hardness against the curve of your ass. 

"So fucking responsive," he rasped, pinching your nipple between his fingers. "I knew you'd be perfect for us the moment I laid eyes on you."

Their dual assault on your senses was overwhelming, pushing you rapidly towards the edge. Jimin's fingers curled inside you, stroking that sensitive spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids. His tongue flicked rapid fire against your clit, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.

"That's it, baby," Yoongi growled, his hips grinding against your ass in time with Jimin’s movements.

Jimin's wicked tongue swirled faster over your swollen clit as his fingers thrust deeper, stroking that spot inside you that made your legs tremble. The coil of tension in your core wound tighter and tighter, your pussy clenching around his pumping digits.

"Gonna come for us, sweet thing?" Yoongi purred, roughly palming your breasts. "Wanna feel this tight little cunt squeeze Jimin's fingers when you let go?"

His filthy words and the relentless pleasure from Jimin's talented mouth shoved you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves of ecstasy, a loud moan tearing from your throat as your inner walls spasmed. Jimin groaned against your throbbing flesh, lapping up your gushing release.

"Fuck, you taste incredible," he rasped, continuing to lick you slowly, drawing out your climax until you were a whimpering, trembling mess in their arms. Finally, he released you with a final slow lick, his eyes burning into yours as he rose to his feet.

"Exquisite," he murmured, his lips glistening with your juices. "I could feast on this sweet pussy for hours."

Yoongi's hands skimmed down your sides to grip your hips, holding you steady as Jimin claimed your mouth in a searing kiss. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, the filthy eroticism making you throb with renewed need.

"My turn," Yoongi growled, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. "I'm going to fuck this tight little cunt until you forget your own name."

In a dizzying whirl of motion, Yoongi spun you around to face him, his dark eyes smoldering with barely restrained lust. His soft lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. You melted against the hard planes of his body, your hands fisting in the silky fabric of his shirt.

Jimin pressed against your back, his teeth grazing the curve of your shoulder as his nimble fingers unzipped Yoongi's slacks.

"I want to watch you take her," he purred, his breath hot against your ear. "Want to see that big cock splitting her open as well as it does me.”

Yoongi groaned into your mouth, his hand tangling in your hair to angle your head for a deeper kiss. Jimin's hands pushed Yoongi's pants down his hips, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It sprang free, the swollen head already glistening with arousal. Your eyes widened at the impressive size, a shiver of anticipation racing down your spine.

"Like what you see, baby?" Yoongi purred, wrapping a hand around his thick shaft and giving it a slow pump. "This is all for you. Every hard inch."

Jimin's fingers danced down your stomach to tease your slick folds once more.

"She's dripping wet and ready for you, Yoongi," he murmured, circling your sensitive clit. "I can feel how much she needs that big cock."

Yoongi walked you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the plush bed. He lowered you down onto the silk sheets, his larger body covering yours. The heat of his skin seared into you as he settled between your spread thighs, the thick length of his erection nestling against your slick folds.

"Going to fill this tight little pussy so deep," Yoongi growled, nipping at your lower lip. "Gonna make you scream on my cock."

Jimin climbed onto the bed behind Yoongi, his hands skimming possessively over the taut muscles of his partner's back. 

"Do it," he urged, his voice husky with need. "Claim her. Make her ours."

With a flex of his hips, Yoongi drove forward, impaling you on his thick shaft in one powerful thrust. A cry tore from your throat as Yoongi's thick cock stretched you deliciously, filling you to the brink. Your slick walls clenched around his pulsing hardness, your body struggling to accommodate his impressive girth. Yoongi groaned, his jaw clenching as he fought for control.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he grated out, his hips drawing back before snapping forward again. "So fucking tight and wet around my cock."

Your nails raked down his back as he set a deep, driving rhythm, each powerful thrust hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids. Jimin's hands roamed over both of you, his touch electric against your own overheated skin.

"She takes you so well," Jimin purred, his lips brushing Yoongi's ear.

Yoongi's hips pistoned faster, pounding into your willing body with increasing force. The obscene slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, mingling with your wanton moans and the men's harsh breaths. Jimin's fingers found your aching clit, rubbing tight circles around the throbbing nub in time with Yoongi's relentless thrusts.

"That's it, take his cock," Jimin growled, pinching your clit and making you cry out. "Let him fuck you senseless. Your pussy was made for us."

The dual stimulation rapidly pushed you towards another peak, your inner muscles fluttering wildly around Yoongi's driving shaft. He groaned, his rhythm faltering as your slick heat squeezed him like a vice.

"Gonna come on my cock, baby?" he rasped, swiveling his hips to grind with every deep stroke. "Want to feel this sweet pussy milk me dry."

His filthy words combined with Jimin's skillful fingers catapulted you over the edge. Your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, pleasure exploding through your veins as you clenched vice-tight around Yoongi's plunging cock.

"Fuck, yes!" Yoongi roared, his own release overtaking him as your fluttering walls massaged his shaft. He buried himself to the hilt, his thick cock jerking as he emptied himself deep inside you.

Jimin stroked you both through the aftershocks, his touch gentling as the waves of bliss gradually subsided. Yoongi collapsed against you, his heavy breaths gusting over your sweat-dampened skin. You clung to his broad shoulders, your body trembling with the force of your release.

After a long moment, Yoongi rolled to the side, slipping out of your tender flesh with a hiss. Jimin immediately took his place, settling between your still-quivering thighs. His dark eyes raked over your flushed face and heaving breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his plush lips.

"My turn," he purred, the tip of his rigid cock nudging your slick entrance. "I've been aching to feel you stretched around me."

With a slow, deliberate flex of his hips, Jimin pushed forward, his shorter but thicker length gliding through your slick folds and into your waiting heat. A low moan escaped your kiss-swollen lips as he filled you inch by delicious inch, your sensitive walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

"God, you feel amazing," Jimin groaned, bottoming out inside you. He stilled for a moment, savoring the exquisite feel of your tight sheath gripping him like a velvet glove. "I knew you'd be perfect for us. Gonna keep you, I think."

Yoongi's fingertips skated over your nipples, the light touch reigniting the embers of your desire. 

"Such a good girl, taking us so well," he praised, rolling the pebbled nubs between his fingers. "We're going to ruin you for anyone else."

Jimin began to move, his hips rolling in a smooth, sensual rhythm that made your toes curl. He angled his thrusts to drag deliberately over that sensitive spot inside you with each stroke, sending sparks of electric pleasure zigzagging through your nerves. Your hands slid over the defined muscles of his back, feeling them flex and ripple beneath your touch as he worked your body with expert skill.

"You're so sensitive," Jimin purred, circling his hips to grind his pubic bone against your throbbing clit. "I can feel your pussy clenching every time I hit that sweet spot. You were made to take our cocks, weren't you baby?"

His dirty talk made you clench hard around him, a needy whimper escaping your throat. Yoongi chuckled darkly, his fingers reaching up to lightly grasp your neck. Not squeezing yet—merely a promise and a question all in one.

Yoongi's fingers tightened ever so slightly around your throat, the pressure making your pulse pound and your pussy clench hard around Jimin's pistoning cock. Jimin immediately groaned lustily, and Yoongi smirked, his dark eyes boring into yours and promising filthy delights.

"That's it, squeeze his cock," Yoongi growled. "Show him how much you love being stuffed full and used for our pleasure."

Jimin's rhythm faltered, a low groan rumbling in his chest as your slick walls massaged his plunging shaft.

"Fuck, keep doing that," he panted, his hips snapping faster. "Milk my cock with that greedy little cunt."

The erotic depravity of being caught between them, subject to their darkest whims and basest needs, sent you hurtling towards another overwhelming climax.

Yoongi's fingers on your throat, Jimin's thick cock pounding into your soaked heat, their filthy words filling your ears—it was all too much, too intense. The coil of tension inside you wound tighter and tighter with each skilled thrust and deliberate squeeze.

"Such a good little cock sleeve," Yoongi purred, his fingers flexing around your neck. "Taking us so well, letting us use this tight body however we want. You're ours now, baby. All ours."

Jimin changed his angle, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. Your back arched off the bed as a scream tore from your throat, your cunt clamping down like a vise around Jimin's cock.

"Fuck, just like that," Jimin grunted, sweat beading his brow as he fought to maintain his punishing rhythm through your clenching heat. "Gonna make me come so hard; fill this pussy up till it's leaking."

His words combined with the mind-blowing pleasure radiating from where he was so deeply embedded inside you sent you careening over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy, your vision whiting out as your body convulsed around him. A hoarse cry ripped from your chest as you shattered.

Yoongi's fingers spasming around your throat intensified your pleasure to an almost unbearable level. Jimin buried himself to the hilt with a guttural shout, his hips jerking erratically as his own powerful climax overtook him. You felt the hot spurts of his release painting your fluttering walls, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside your clenching heat.

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" Jimin groaned, his face contorting in ecstasy as your rippling channel milked him for every last drop.

You writhed beneath him, lost to the overwhelming sensations wracking your limp, sated body. Yoongi's fingers gentled on your neck, rubbing soothing circles over your hammering pulse.

Jimin collapsed against you, his weight a welcome blanket as you both trembled and panted, fighting to catch your breath in the aftermath of your explosive climaxes. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to the finger-shaped marks Yoongi's grip had left behind.

"So perfect for us," Jimin murmured, his voice raspy with satisfaction. "Our beautiful little baby."

Yoongi's fingers carded through your damp hair, his touch gentling as he coaxed you down from the overwhelming high. 

"You exceeded every expectation," he praised, his lips brushing your temple. "I knew you would be exquisite, but the reality is beyond even my wildest imaginings."

You floated in a haze of blissful afterglow, your body limp and sated between their bodies.

Yoongi's hand smoothed over your hip as Jimin gently withdrew from your sensitive core. A whimper escaped your lips at the loss, your body clenching around emptiness. Jimin pressed a tender kiss to your collarbone before settling beside you, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your sweat-dampened skin.

"Rest now, sweet thing," Yoongi murmured, his deep voice a soothing rumble in your ear. "You've more than earned it after that performance."

You nuzzled into his warm chest, your heavy lids drifting closed as exhaustion pulled at your consciousness. A small, distant part of your mind buzzed with the implications of what you had just done—the line you had so eagerly and thoroughly crossed with your dangerously alluring bosses.

But the thoughts were hazy, slippery, unable to find purchase in your blissed-out mind. Enveloped by Yoongi and Jimin's warm, solid bodies, you let yourself drift, sinking into the decadent comfort of satin sheets and sated muscles.

"Sleep, baby," Jimin cooed, his plush lips grazing your shoulder. "We'll take care of you. Always."

The promise in his words seeped into your bones, chasing away the last tendrils of doubt.

You woke gradually, your body languid and heavy against smooth silk sheets. Confusion muddled your thoughts for a long moment before the memories of the previous night came rushing back in vivid detail—Yoongi and Jimin's magnetic pull, the all-consuming passion, the indescribable pleasure. A deep flush crept up your neck to your cheeks as you recalled the wanton way you had responded to their every touch and filthy word.

***

Soft sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting the opulent bedroom in a warm glow. You were alone in the massive bed, the rumpled sheets beside you cool to the touch. Distant sounds drifted from another room—the clatter of dishes, the rich aroma of coffee. Yoongi and Jimin's deep voices murmured too low for you to make out the words.

Slowly, carefully, you sat up, wincing slightly at the delicious ache between your thighs. The evidence of last night's passionate activities painted your body with beautiful bruises, a visceral reminder of how thoroughly they had claimed you.

Biting your lip, you slid from the bed, the plush carpet soft beneath your bare feet. A silk robe was draped over a nearby armchair, and you slipped it on, the cool fabric whispering over your sensitized skin. Hesitantly, you padded out of the bedroom, following the intoxicating scent of coffee and the rumble of masculine voices.

The open concept living area took your breath away—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, sleek modern furniture in shades of black and chrome, a gourmet kitchen with gleaming marble countertops.

And there, leaning against the island with mugs in hand, were Yoongi and Jimin, both shirtless and breathtaking in the morning light. Their heads were bent close together, their expressions serious as they spoke in hushed tones. Your heartbeat quickened at the sight of them; memories of their hands and mouths on your body making heat pool low in your belly.

As if sensing your presence, they looked up simultaneously, their gazes locking onto you with an intensity that made your breath catch. Identical slow, sensual smiles curved their lips as they raked their eyes over your silk-clad form.

"Good morning, beautiful," Jimin purred, setting his mug aside and prowling towards you with feline grace. "We were just talking about you."

"All good things, I hope," you managed, your voice emerging huskier than intended.

Jimin reached you, his hands settling on your hips and pulling you close. "Only the best," he murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle your neck. "How deliciously responsive you were, how exquisite you looked lost in pleasure, how perfect you felt wrapped around us..."

A shiver raced down your spine, your body reacting instinctively to his nearness, his touch, his scent. Yoongi approached more slowly, his dark eyes gleaming with wicked promise.

"We were discussing your future with us," he said, his voice a low rumble that resonated in your bones. "Last night was only the beginning, sweet thing. A test, of sorts. One you passed with flying colors."

Your heart raced, anticipation and trepidation warring within you. "What do you mean? What kind of future?"

Yoongi reached out, his fingers grazing your cheek in a featherlight caress. "The kind of future where you belong to us, in every sense of the word." His gaze burned into you, stripping you bare. "Your mind, your body, your soul—all ours to mold and worship as we see fit."

Your breath hitched, equal parts arousal and unease swirling in your gut. "I don't understand. I thought this was just...a one-time thing. A bit of fun." Even as the words left your lips, you knew they rang hollow. The connection you felt with these men, the intensity of what you had shared, was too profound to be so easily dismissed.

Jimin's hands slid up your sides, his touch searing through the thin silk. "Oh, baby," he purred.

His lips curved into a sensual smile against your ear. "You're far too special to be just a 'bit of fun', darling. From the moment we saw you, we knew you were meant to be ours. I know we said it last night, but we meant it." His fingers trailed along your collarbone, igniting sparks beneath your skin.

Yoongi stepped closer, his hand cupping your jaw and tilting your face towards his intense gaze. 

"We intend to claim you, completely and irrevocably," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "To bring you into our world and show you pleasures beyond your wildest imaginings."

A shiver raced down your spine, the dark promise in his words making your knees weak. "What does that mean? What world?" Your voice wavered, apprehension and intrigue warring within you.

Jimin's arms slid around your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. 

"A world of power, luxury, and decadence," he purred. "One where your deepest, darkest desires become reality." His lips grazed the shell of your ear. "With us, there are no limits, no taboos. Only pleasure."

Yoongi's hand slid into your hair, his fingers flexing possessively. "We want to give you everything," he murmured. "All you have to do is say yes. Give yourself to us, completely."

Your heart pounded against your ribs, their words awakening a hunger inside you that both thrilled and terrified you. You knew, instinctively, that if you agreed, there would be no going back. They would consume you, body and soul.

But oh, how tempting it was.

“Yes.” 

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If you've made this far, congrats and I hope you didn't sneer too much. Also, I don't know if you noticed, but I tried to write this so that these three will be my main pairs for the rest of kinktober. So anything else I write will be these guys exploring kinks together.