#ruhnlidia fanfiction

[hlizr50]

So I did a thing!

For my partner in RuhnLidia obsession, @renxzs . Thank you for the constant stream of headcanons and inspiration and enthusiasm.

Trophies now has a second chapter, with more to come!

Red gives the reader their first peek into Lidia’s recovery after that day when she’d delivered the trophies of her vengeance to her mate. Progress is slow, and when Ruhn comes home to a dark, silent apartment, he fears the worst.

But what he finds is quite the pleasant surprise.

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Tags (I don’t even know who wants to be on this list anymore lol): @mystical-blaise @daevastanner @renxzs @thecrispypotatochip @aldbooks @foreverinelysian @vikingmagic33 @thelovelymadone @shadowsxgwynriel @sunshinebingo

[danikamariewrites]

Sunball Sunday

Ruhn x Lidia

A/n: To kick off Ruhn week Ruhn treats his new family to a Sunball game outing. @ruhnweek

Warnings: !Major CC3 spoilers!

“Come on guys, we’re going to be late!” Lidia yells, already standing by the front door ready to go. She had been ready for over thirty minutes now. Males, she groans loud enough in her mind for Ruhn to hear. “I’ll be out a minute I swear.” Her mate responds mentally.

Brann ran from his bedroom right into Ruhn and Lidia’s. The shifter throws her head back in annoyance. Why can’t they just be ready on time? Ace emerges from the room he shares with his twin, dressed in a Crescent City Sunball shirt along with a matching hat. “Thank you, for being the only one ready.” He gives his mother a small smile going to stand next to her.

After five more impatient minutes Ruhn and Brann are finally ready to leave. Without words Lidia ushered her boys out the door and down to the black car waiting for them. The ride over to the stadium was the happiest Lidia had ever been. Yes, she had been ecstatic when her and Ruhn got engaged, and seeing her boys again. But this happiness was something else. Watching Ruhn and her boys talk animatedly about Sunball and just getting along in general is everything.

Pulling up to the back entrance of the stadium Ruhn noticed Lidia staring, returning her loving gaze. “What’s that look for?” He asked mind-to-mind, not wanting to interrupt the Ace and Brann’s conversation about player statistics. “Nothing, I’m just happy. Today’s going to be a good day.” The smile evident even in her minds voice.

Once the car stops the twins are the first to jump out, full of excitement to get to the private box they’ll be sharing with the rest of the family. Today was their first time going to a game which, according to Ace, is much better than watching it under water.

“You must be the Danaan-Cervos family,” a woman dressed in a stylish suit says brightly. Ruhn and Lidia were both taken aback by the words. Never hearing their last names and ‘family’ together before. They look at each other, feeling more alive than ever at the peace they’ve found in each other. Ruhn opened his mouth to answer, only to be beat by Brann, “Yup, are you showing us to our seats?”

Lidia put a hand to her mouth to stop the sob creeping up her throat. Family. They are a family. Ruhn puts an arm around her, pulling Lidia into his side. Pressing a kiss to her temple for good measure.

“Yup, right this way.” The woman’s smile never faltering as the boys followed and bombarded her with questions about the team. Walking through the stadium Lidia watched her boys take in the busy stadium, in awe at the merch and food stands.

“Can we, mom?” Ace asked, breaking Lidia from her trance. Both boys look up at her and Ruhn with hopeful faces. Looking at Ruhn for help he smirks at her. “New shirts before or after the game.” He says nonchalantly filling Lidia in on the conversation she had tuned out. Looking back down at her boys she squints, pretending to think. “I say now.” The twins cheer and follow the guide into the shop.

After spending twenty minutes raiding the gift shop the Danaan-Cervos family made it to their private suite. The guide opened the door for them, revealing Bryce & Hunt, Flynn & Dec with Mark. Ithan and Perry seated in front talking with Sathia and Tharion, drinks already in hand.

Bryce lights up (literally and figuratively) at the sight of them. They rush to hug her and Hunt, who point out all the food and sodas they can gorge themselves on. Dropping their merch bags they head over to make a plate.

“Took you guys long enough,” Flynn teases, “I can’t believe I was here before you, never mind Bryce and Hunt.” Bryce elbows the lordling in the ribs, giving him a smirk at the wince of pain he lets out. “They already look like they’re having the time of their life.” Bryce says with a smile as she stared at the boys piling chicken tenders and pizza on their plates. “Yeah,” Lidia nods. “Thank you again for this. They are so happy to be here.”

The music blaring from the field announcing one minute until game time. Everyone goes to take their seats, watching as the teams run out on the field from the tunnels.

As the game went on Ruhn found himself watching Lidia and the boys more than the Sunball players on the field. Any chance he could Ruhn snapped pictures of the three of them. Selfies of them during time outs and with Aunt Bryce and Uncle Hunt. Dec even took pictures of them, seeing how important this moment is to Ruhn.

By the boys’s next weekend visit Ruhn had a few of the pictures printed and framed for the apartment. One for the living room, Ruhn and Lidia’s bedroom, and one of the boys meeting their favorite player in their room. Placing the last frame of their little family on the wall Ruhn stood back admiring the picture.

Lidia came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle as she stared at the picture. Perfect. It was all Lidia could think. It was perfect.

[shadowdaddies]

Camping Trip

For @ruhnweek day 1: family

Summary: Ruhn spends the weekend with Ace and Brann while Lidia is out of town.

“How are we supposed to know what to do around here?” Ace grumbled from behind his phone. Ruhn refrained from rolling his eyes at the teenager’s attitude - he’d dealt with worse from Bryce when she was younger.

Instead, Ruhn watched as Ace’s lips thinned, eyes softening as through the conversation had struck a nerve. Turning to where Brann slouched on the opposite end of the sofa, golden eyes shifting to meet his with a noncommittal shrug.

Running a hand through onyx locks, Ruhn sighed. “That’s valid, Ace. I shouldn’t expect you guys to know what to do in Lunathion. But we’re not going to sit on our asses all weekend while your mom is gone, so if there’s anything either of you want to do or see, now’s the time to tell me.”

The twins exchanged a look, silent communication passing between the two of them. This time is was Brann who gave a shrug, Ace clearing his throat. “Well, we’ve seen the city... But Brann and I never really got to spend time outside, like above water, you know?”

Ruhn’s face spread into a grin, hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans as the plan came to him. “Alright, get up then,” he jerked his chin at the boys. “Grab your bags and get ready to leave.”

“To go where?” Ace questioned, face finally peering fully over his phone for the first time since he’d arrived. 

Calling out over his shoulder, Ruhn strode towards his own room to pack. “We’re going camping.”

Twenty minutes later, the car was packed up and a map was handed to Ace. “You’re our navigator since my phone’ll lose signal up in the mountains,” Ruhn said, turning to Brann. “And you’ll be in charge of music. Let’s go.”

Making it to the campsite in record time, Ruhn couldn’t help but be proud of Ace’s directions - the teenager was even more detail-oriented than Declan. They unpacked the car, both boys complaining when Ruhn insisted that they help set up the tent, but their expressions had lightened during the car ride.

Ruhn tried to keep his face neutral, not letting Ace or Brann see him noticing how they marveled at the large pine trees or the sun reflecting off the lake. “Come on, let’s go for a swim,” Ruhn suggested as he watched Brann take a picture of the lake. “I’ve got a specific spot to show you.”

After a short hike up a winding path, the three males arrived at a cliff. Large trees parted on either side, the earth dropping off so suddenly that if you looked up, it seemed as though you might be flying over the waters.

Ruhn stepped right up to the ledge before turning to look at the twins, violet eyes shimmering with mischief in the afternoon sun. “My friends and I had a tradition here. At the start of each year of college, we’d take a camping trip out here. And everyone - including the new guys - would jump off this cliff into the water.”

He couldn’t help but smirk at the slightly alarmed expression Brann held, Ace’s gaze unfaltering in a silent challenge - a challenge that Ruhn was happy to take. “See you down there,” Ruhn called with a mocking wave before running over the edge.

The cool water crashed around him, stealing the breath from his lungs as he plunged deep beneath the surface before feeling his weight slowly rise back up. Breaking back through, Ruhn gasped for air, wiping black hair from his eyes only to feel water splash across his face again, and again.

Finally able to see, he found the sources of each splash on either side of him, Ace and Brann both wearing cocky grins that showed how proud they were of taking the dare. “Nice. It took Flynn a lot longer to get the courage for that jump,” Ruhn commented casually before swimming back toward shore and the campsite.

They dried off at the tent, the sun setting low in the sky when Ruhn pulled out the cooler with ingredients for hot dogs and s’mores. Brann helped gather wood while Ace set up the food and plates, and Ruhn showed them how to make s’mores, chuckling at how well-received the new dessert was by them.

The weekend went by too quickly, so much so that feet were dragging and smiles fading by the time they needed to pack up the car. The drive was quiet and peaceful back to Lunathion, where Lidia waited for them back at home.

Ruhn sucked in a breath at her beauty, those golden eyes trained on him as she smirked. Dropping his bags, he strode to where she stood and pulled her in for a kiss, ignoring the groans from the teenagers behind them as he did so. 

“I missed you,” he murmured.

“You smell like lake water,” Lidia grinned back, laughing before she pulled him in for another chaste kiss. “And I missed you.”

“You all smell like the lake,” Lidia teased, nose scrunching up as she pulled Ace and Brann in for hugs. “What, you couldn’t get out of the water for just a weekend?”

Ace rolled his eyes, shimmering golden like his mother’s as he voiced his protest. “We were out of the water plenty. We went kayaking, hiking, made s’mores...”

Brann slipped his bag from his shoulder, pulling out his phone to show her the pictures he’d taken. “There were so many of these pine trees - it was incredible,” he explained, absentmindedly taking a seat with Lidia next to him.

“Oh, show her the picture we took up by the cliff,” Ace interjected, leaning on the edge of the sofa. Ruhn smiled, full of admiration and love as he watched his family. Listening to their excited voices as the twins told their mom about the weekend, Ruhn turned to get the rest of the camping gear from the car when a voice stopped him.

“Hey, Ruhn,” Ace said, the most reserved Ruhn had seen him yet. “Thanks for this weekend.” 

Giving a quick nod, Ruhn didn’t let them see before he stepped out the door, tears lining his eyes with joy as he thought back to the days when he lived with the Autumn King. He’d never imagined living a life as fulfilling as this - one with hope, excitement for the future, and true family.

[ruhnlidiasworld]

HOFAS/DAYNIGHT SPOILERS

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The way I passed YEARS in the "Ruhn is a girl's dad" agenda just to HOFAS to come and make him a boy's dad 😭 I'm so down for him and those boys, I NEED THIS FAMILY SARAH J MAAS!

[throneofsmut]

Poly!

( * indicates smut )

Azris

Coming soon . . .

Feysand

Bleeding Love* — Reader comes back from a mission with Azriel and got hurt and Feyre and Rhys find them and take care of them.

Manorian

Just Breathe* — Things get heated between Manon and reader and Dorian joins.

Nessian

Coming soon . . .

Rowaelin

Coming soon . . .

[elidelochans]

New follower here! Can we pretty please get some of you ruhnlidia fic links? For some reason tumblr won't lemme search for 😅 Thanksiess

HI! Thanks for the follow babes! I do have some recs for you. I will state to be aware of tags/TW in author's notes. As this is Ruhnlidia we are talking about and Lidia has a "rough relationship" with Pollux some of these fics contain that. Keep that in mind. I haven't read much fic lately since I kinda feel guilty not writing my own stuff lol so idk if there's other stuff on Tumblr. All my the fics I've read have been on ao3.

You can't go wrong with any fic by Hlizr50. Every single one is amazing and majority of the fics on ao3 are written by them. (Ruhnlidia only has 3 pages sobs. We need to fix that tbh)

Recs under the keep reading

The Fuck You Games - I dont remember the author for this it's now an Orphan account. It's a modern au, enemies to lovers, tons of banter. It is THE Ruhnlidia fic for me. Complete.

The Outlaws of Valbara by HeadCanonHeadCase (another writer who you should check all their works). It's a Robin Hood au literally all you need to know lmao. and I, a big Robin Hood devoured this. Complete.

Always Fight (For Love) by Shadowisles - Kinda a college au. Basically a take on what if Ruhn just happened upon the crystal and talked to Day. It's pretty good! It is incomplete so keep that in mind.

Redemption lies plainly in truth by Laequiem - Smut. juuust Smut with a little bit of torture on the side. complete

Day and Night by RausieStone - if you looove Hurt and comfort this is the fic for you. However, it is incomplete.

Don't Hold Back by Impossiblepeachpaper - smut. filthy filthy smut. complete.

Between Dusk and Dawn by Kaxotie - more smut but when is that a bad thing lmao. complete

Out of Time by RufousMacska - Really good oneshot about Lidia torturing Ruhn.....or does she? Anyway it's a good one shot.

Happy reading Nonnie!

[theladyofdeath]

HOSAB spoilers

Ruhn doing Lidia’s hair cause he obviously has the most luscious locks

Written with @snelbz

A/N: Enjoy the fluff! x

Warnings: none.

As Lidia climbed out of her car and gazed up at the salon before her, she took a deep breath. Tonight was important, like life-changing important, and she needed to look her best. She just wished she would have thought of this plan before the day of, but there was nothing to do now but hope for the best.

As she entered the salon, she waved to the girl working the front desk and made her way to a familiar station towards the front. The seat was occupied by a gorgeous brunette, but she wasn’t concerned about the person sitting. She cared more about the man behind it.

When Ruhn’s violet eyes met hers, they were lit with surprise. “Hey.”

“Hey.” She gave the brunette in the chair a polite smile before turning back to Ruhn. “I need a favor.”

He continued running the heated barrel of a curling iron through the woman’s hair, but asked, “Okay?”

“So I’ve got this date tonight…” She began and his eyes snapped to hers. “I know I don’t have an appointment, but do you think you’ve got time to squeeze me into your books?”

The woman looked at Lidia like she was insane, and to be honest, she was. There was a month-long wait list to even sit in Ruhn Danaan’s chair for a consultation and the fact that she was turning up and asking for a walk in? Even if she was already one of his clients, she knew it was a few weeks out for a trim.

He frowned, almost completely ignoring the woman in his chair as he turned to face Lidia. He searched her eyes for a minute, and she wondered what it was he was thinking. At last, he said, “A date?”

She nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip. “If not, it’s fine, but I thought I’d—”

“Give me ten minutes. I’ll work you into my lunch break,” he said, and turned back toward his client. “If you wanted to get me a coffee in that ten minutes, I wouldn’t hate it.”

He shot her a subtle grin as she fought the urge to jump on him. He got back to work, and she ran across the street to a little cafe to get him a coffee. She knew he liked it black most of the time — an obvious guess based on the rest of his appearance and demeanor — but knew he occasionally wanted something more than just the bitter drink. She grabbed a handful of sugar and creamer just to be safe. The thought had her chuckling to herself as she made her way back across the street to the salon. 

Ruhn was wrapping up with his client so Lidia took a seat to wait. He was handsome in a completely non-traditional way. His hair was long, except for the part that was shaved, and he had more piercings than she could count. She knew many more laid beneath his clothes and couldn’t help as her eyes trailed along the tattoos that disappeared beneath his black t-shirt. He was dressed more casually than anyone else in the upscale salon. In fact, he looked like he didn’t fit in much, in his jeans and old black boots, but he surely brought in more clients than anyone else. One of the magazines did a spread on him a few years back and his career had skyrocketed, thanks to the unique cuts and colors he was now known for. Lidia had asked him about it once, about how he had gotten into his field, and he just shrugged and said that his mother was a hair stylist and his father, who was a dick, hated the idea of him getting into any sort of cosmetology once he had expressed interest in it in high school. 

So that’s exactly what he did, just to smite his old man.

And he ended up loving it. 

She hadn’t even noticed the woman leaving until the coffee was plucked from her hands and she looked up at him with a start.

He was smirking and inclined his head towards his now unoccupied station. “Ready?”

Jumping to her feet, Lidia smiled at him. “You really are the best.”

He led the way to the station and finished sweeping up the last of the hair from his last client. “If this date is really as important as you’re making it out to be, you’ve got to be looking your best.”

After sitting her down, Ruhn put the cape on her, despite only styling her hair. As he pulled the clip from it and let her blonde locks fall loose around her shoulders, he asked, “So tell me about this date. Who is he?”

She blushed as she met his gaze in the mirror as he dragged a brush through her hair, working the tangles free. “Well, we’ve known each other a while. He’s extremely creative and has a great work ethic. He’s funny and makes me smile and—”

“Is he hot?”

Lidia laughed, trying not to move her head so much and he sectioned her hair out and reached for the hot curling iron. “That’s not all that matters.”

“Bullshit,” he said, an eyebrow quirked in a way that told her he was the one full of a shit and was messing with her.

“Maybe to you,” she joked, but then added, “but yes, to answer your question, he is.”

“Hmmm.” He wrapped a section of her hair around the barrel. “Lucky you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d say he’s the lucky one. I’m a hell of a date.”

Ruhn chuckled, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “I’m sure. Where’s he taking you?”

Lidia chewed on her bottom lip. “Don’t know. He won’t tell me. Wants it to be a surprise.”

“Sounds like a dick move,” Ruhn muttered.

Lidia laughed. “I don’t know. I think it’s kind of romantic.” 

“What if he takes you somewhere shitty?” Ruhn pushed, meeting her eyes in their reflection once more. 

“Then I guess he’s not as good of a catch as I thought,” Lidia said, trying to keep still as he grabbed another section to curl. 

Ruhn raised a brow. She liked it when he did that. It suited him. “Sounds like you have high expectations.” 

She shrugged as he continued to make his way around her head. “Should I not?”

“Oh no, you should,” he said, with a small smile. “Don’t settle for anything or anyone. Let’s just hope this guy brings his A-game.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Lidia asked, humored. “Should I kick his ass to the curb?” 

“Absolutely,” he said, with no hesitation. “He’d better show up with flowers and a night planned to perfection. If he doesn’t impress you, doesn’t blow your mind, then he’s gone.”

“Noted,” she responded, doing her best not to smirk. “Anything else I should remember?”

“Hmm,” he mused, reaching for the hairspray to lock in the work he’d done. “Don’t sleep with him.”

Lidia’s mouth popped open as he adjusted her hair, tossing her a wink, and she looked around to see if anyone else had heard him. “Excuse me?”

“Make him work for it,” he said, setting down his curling iron and taking off the cape. With one more wink, he said, “Have a good time tonight.”

She was still shocked by what he’d told her that she could only stare at him. 

“My next appointment is in five minutes,” Ruhn added when she didn’t get up.

Lidia’s back straightened as she stood. “How much do I owe you?”

“Consider the coffee payment,” he said, eyes bright, and Lidia eyed him for another minute suspiciously before nodding.

“Thank you,” she said, turning towards the door.

“Welcome,” he grinned. “See you for your trim in a couple of weeks.”

Her eyes narrowed but Lidia said no more before leaving the salon. She drove back to her apartment with the radio playing quietly in the background, thinking about all of the so-called advice that Ruhn had given her. It was all she could think about as her afternoon went on. She still had a few hours before her date came to pick her up, so she spent half that time reading. After she felt enough time had gone by, she cleaned her face and reapplied her makeup a little more dramatically. Her hair looked phenomenal, and the little black dress that she slipped on completed the look. 

Ruhn was right. Her date better bring his A-game, because she looked hot as shit. She checked the time — she only had twenty more minutes before he arrived. He better not be late.

He wasn’t.

He was five minutes early. 

Lidia decided to let him wait out there a minute. Ruhn’s words came back to her: Make him work for it. She may as well start now. After looking at her reflection for another minute, Lidia took her time getting her clutch and opened it up, making sure all of the contents were there. Lipstick, money, I.D., hand sanitizer, a small pack of tissues. It’s what was always in her clutch. Nothing had changed. But she still took the time to count the contents and make sure she didn’t need anything more. 

After that, she took another long look at herself in the mirror.

Her date knocked once more.

After a deep breath, she smoothed out her dress that didn’t need smoothing out and strode towards the door. Excitement brewed in the pit of her stomach and she could hardly contain herself, although she would never let it show, as she opened the door. 

The jeans and black t-shirt were gone and in their place were a pair of slacks and a button down and blazer. The boots were still firmly in place, but as Lidia dragged her gaze over him top to bottom, she couldn’t miss the smirk on his face as he toyed with that damn lip ring.

Ruhn Danaan was something straight out of a magazine and by the stars, she was a lucky bitch.

“You’re early,” she said, pulling the door shut behind her and stepping closer.

“Wouldn’t want you to think I’m not bringing my A-game,” he said, taking her hand and tugging her towards him. She melted into his touch, turning her face up to him just as his lips met hers, unable to stop the smile blooming. After a moment, he pulled away. “You look absolutely beautiful. Ready?”

She nodded, but as he stepped back, she didn’t move. He glanced back at her with an eyebrow raised, finding a similar expression on her face. “What?”

“Where are my flowers?”

“Where are—?” His violet eyes lit up as he remembered what he’d said earlier. His grip on her hand tightened and he admitted, “On my kitchen counter. I sort of forgot them when I decided to come early.”

Lidia shook her head as she clicked her tongue. “I was told if I’m not impressed—” 

“I think you should wait to test that theory,” Ruhn interjected, and Lidia could help but laugh. “I promise you’ll get your flowers, but first…just wait to see what the rest of the night entails.” 

LIdia pretended to think on it. “I don’t know. Went to the salon. Got some pretty good advice. Pretty sure I’m supposed to leave you in the dust.”

“Don’t you dare,” he murmured and stepped closer, capturing her lips with his. Lidia sank into that kiss, not caring that he was currently ruining her lipstick. He broke that kiss a minute later but kept his arms around her waist as he asked, “Hungry?”

“Starving.” “Good.”

Ruhn took her across town to a new restaurant that they had never been to, but had raving reviews. It took months to get a reservation, and Lidia wanted to ask Ruhn how he made it possible, but she kind of liked the mystery of it all. 

They ate steak that was way too expensive and drank wine that had Lidia giggling - giggling - by the time that they left. She had never eaten food so good, had never tasted food so delicious. She was stuffed and tipsy, and amazed when Ruhn said their night wasn’t even close to being done. 

They took a walk through the city, hand in hand, pausing to kiss in dark corners until Lidia’s lipstick was nonexistent. 

By the time they were heading back to Ruhn’s apartment, Lidia felt a joy so overwhelming that she nearly felt like she was living in a dream and knew it had nothing to do with the wine from dinner. In fact, the wine was wearing off and she was getting tired. Nothing sounded better than slipping on one of Ruhn’s tees and snuggling up close to him in his bed until morning.

As they ascended the stairs to his door, Lidia asked, “Do you want to turn on something scary or something funny to watch?”

Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I thought we could do romance tonight.”

Blinking up at her boyfriend, Lidia stared. “Romance— what?”

Ruhn didn’t respond as they reached his door and he unlocked it, swinging it wide.

Lidia gasped as she took in the display before her.

Flickering tea candles sat atop every surface in the front room, illuminating the myriad of picture frames sat around, showcasing pictures, milestones and memories from their eight months together, while rose petals were on the floor. But not a scattering or a few tossed here and there.

There was an absurd amount of rose petals on the floor, so many that there were parts of the floor that seemed to be completely red.

A gentle hand in the small of her back had Lidia walking deeper into the living room, ignoring the petals in the floor to take in the rest of the scene around her.

“Ruhn…”

He said nothing and Lidia couldn’t take her eyes off of her surroundings as a million emotions swept through her mind and soul. When her vision blurred, she turned to face him.

And found him down on one knee.

“I’m not a traditional person by any means,” he began, quietly, “but I wanted to do this right.” Lidia swallowed, not trusting herself to speak. Ruhn smiled, his eyes bright. “I love you,” he said, and his voice was quiet, as if his nerves were taking away its strength. “And I know we haven’t been dating very long, not even a year, but I’ve known for a long time that you’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, however long it may be. You make me happy. And you scare me a little bit, which strangely turns me on.” Lidia huffed a laugh as a tear spilled down her cheek. Ruhn pushed on. “I can’t imagine this life without you. I want you, so badly, more than anything, to be my wife. And if you say yes, then I promise to spend everyday trying my damndest to make you the happiest woman alive, to be worthy of you.” He swallowed, and Lidia felt like she was dreaming. “Marry me,” he breathed. “Please.”

For a moment, she didn’t answer, didn’t move, didn’t say a thing, and Ruhn’s smile faltered, but then she began to laugh. It was a quiet laugh, but one that took complete control of her body and mind as she nodded. The tension in Ruhn’s shoulders faded as she said, “Yes. Yes!”

Before Ruhn could catch his breath, before he could even comprehend what she had said, his back was against the hardwood floor and Lidia was lying on top of him, her mouth pressed to his. His tongue swept against hers before she leaned back, contentedly, and he slid the ring he’d bought onto her finger.

They both stared at it for a moment in serene appreciation before Lidia fell into his arms again. 

“I love you,” she breathed, and he replied with the same words, full of love and triumph and excitement. 

They moved from the floor to the couch to the bedroom, and by the time they were done, Lidia’s hair was an absolute mess. 

But it was fine.

Her fiancé could fix it.

[thequeenofnightmares]

Chapter 2: Hunt’s POV

[hlizr50]

Earned, Not Taken

Lidia is making a return to kink after a bad experience with her ex-boyfriend and Dom, Pollux Antonius. When she walks into a meet-up at the club they frequented years ago, Ruhn immediately recognizes her. What she doesn't know is that Ruhn had always wanted a chance with her, and giving up on her was one of the hardest things he'd had to do.

Now he has his shot, but he has to show Lidia that a dynamic can be loving and fulfilling and happy. And he wants all of that.

With her.

Chapter 1 is posted on AO3!! Read it here!

This will not have a posting schedule, as it will be something like my break on the side as I work on my next longer fic. But I loved this idea, and I hope you'll love it, too!!!

Tagging all my DayNight people!

@headcanonheadcase @mystical-blaise @daevastanner @vikingmagic33 @sunshinebingo @foreverinelysian @booknerd87 @ablogofbipanic @octobers-veryown @damedechance @ofduskanddreams @highladyofillyria @amsofftrack @romancebooksandshit @chosenfamily-valkyriequeens @daybrights @seleneastra @sv0430 @madie2200 @mercarimari @everfairypie @foundress0fnothing

[darklinaforever]

Okay... I've literally seen anti Elriel people say that they couldn't end up together because they barely share moments in the books, like Vassa & Lucien, so believing that they would end up together is stupid.

Uh... what ? Sorry, but what book did you read exactly ?!

Elriel literally spends loads of time together in the books. It's literally stated every time, it's just from Feyre and Nesta's point of view, not yet that of the main people involved. Elriel spent as much time on the page as Nessian did before they had their own book. Seriously wtf ?!

Also, let's address the Lucien and Vassa case. Lucien is currently a secondary character who we don't see much, but who we know will be important later in view of Helion's son and this whole story with the court of autumn. Just like Vassa with this Koschei story. Also, a little tiny detail that people would forget... Lucien lives with Vassa (and Jurian). He literally spends almost all his time with her outside of the times we see him. So, yes, Lucien spent a lot of time with Vassa.

Just the Elriel relationships, and Lucien & Vassa haven't gotten their own books yet for fuck's sake ! (For Lucien & Vassa I think it will probably happen in the very last book of the saga which will probably be a multiple point of view)

Also, they talk about the fact that the Elriel stans would not like Ruhnlidia while... well I haven't come across one yet ? I tended to come across people in the Elriel tag who ship Ruhnlidia. (I ship both myself ! Ruhnlidia are incredible) On the other hand, ironically every time I go to the Ruhnlidia tag I see anti Elriel and pro Gwynriel...

Oh and I saw an anti Elriel claiming that Gwynriel was obvious because Azriel is a shadow singer and Gwyn who would be (perhaps according to the plausible theory in my opinion) a light singer. So light and darkness necessarily go together and...

There are some who seem to have forgotten that the light / dark coding has already been offered to Elriel in previous books, but nice try.

The fact is that it sucks. Because I don't hate Lucien and Gwyn.

I have loved Lucien since volume 1 and I wish him to be happy one day and I am convinced that he will be happy in the future with Vassa, but certainly not Elain. She doesn't want him and he doesn't want her.

Gwyn is a great supporting female character, but she is not Azriel's future mate / wife.

We can love Gwynriel and Elucien ! There’s some great content about them ! There are magnificent fanarts of both ships that I always like, and some very good Gwynriel fanfictions that I myself consumed briefly in the past.

But you have to accept when a ship isn't canon or isn't intended to be after a while because with all the stuff I see happening, this whole debate about who Elain and Azriel will end up with is becoming ridiculous.

Because there is no debate about it. Elriel is endgame, period. Sarah J Mass has already said several times that this is obvious. You have to be willfully blind not to understand.

[hlizr50]

Well this definitely speaks to me!!!

If you'd like to see a drabble/oneshot written with these, give me a prompt and a ship!

I'll try to get to them as soon as I can! <3

Noticing Trauma Prompts

1. “Who did this to you?”

2. “You don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to, but I want you to know that I’m here for you.”

3. “I heard you screaming.  Are you okay?”

4. “Would you like a hug?”

5. “You do this thing with your hands when you get nervous.  Why?”

6. “That’s it, baby.  Just breathe.  In and out.”

7. “You’re safe.  I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

8. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

9. “You don’t deserve to be hurt like that.”

10. “I’m here to listen if you ever need to talk.”

11. “I can’t make the pain go away.  But I can at least try to make it more bearable for you.”

12. “Did something happen to you that I don’t know about?”

13. “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to trigger anything.”

14. “Talk to me.  What’s wrong?”

15. “Hey.  You know I love you, right?”

16. “I know it hurts, but you’ll get through it.  I promise.”

17. “It seems like that really rattled you.”

18. “Look at me, darling.  You’re gonna be okay.”

19. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

20. “You’re right.  I don’t understand.  I may never fully understand what you’re going through.  But please let me help you get through this.”

21. “How often does this happen?”

22. “Would you feel more comfortable talking about it if I turned around?”

23. “Don’t focus on them.  Just focus on me.”

24. “I know how strong you are.  I need you to be strong for me.”

25. “It upset you, didn’t it?”

26. “It’s okay.  I won’t hurt you.”

27. “You’re always safe with me, love.”

28. “Nightmares again?”

29. “Do you want to talk about it?”

30. “I’m not gonna make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

31. “You’ve been through a lot.  Too much.”

32. “I’m here.  You’re safe.”

33. “I’m gonna find the fucker that hurt you and reduce them to the sorry son of a bitch they are.”

34. “No one’s ever gonna hurt you again.  Not as long as I’m around.”

35. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

36. “No one’s asking you to get over this immediately.  Take your time and heal.”

37. “Your health, safety, and wellbeing take precedence over everything else.”

38. “You’re doing great.  I’m proud of you.”

39. “It’s in the past.  It can’t hurt you anymore.”

40. “I wish I had a time machine so I can go back and stop that from happening.”

[vulpes-fennec]

Fanservice for Your Fanfiction (pt. 2)

Summary: Gwyneth Berdara is a full-time student, part-time fanfiction writer. When her best friend (who she may or may not have a crush on), Azriel Shadowsinger, finds out that she writes smutty fanfiction, Gwyn cannot imagine showing her face ever again. (Gwynriel Modern AU one (two?) shot)

ATTENTION: MILD CRESCENT CITY HOSAB SPOILERS! A CC SHIP HAS BEEN REFERENCED IN THIS WORK!

For @gwynrielweeksofficial NSFW day

Read: Part 1 | AO3

In the last 96 hours, whenever Gwyn replayed the way Azriel tenderly cupped her face or how he smiled against her lips, she was sent into a blushing, heart-fluttering mess. Friday night had passed with plenty of cuddling and heavy make-out sessions between attempts to study organic chemistry. Despite how well-acquainted they’d become with each others’ mouths, Azriel kept a disappointingly respectable distance from Gwyn as he walked her home. 

The Ruhnlidia elevator makeout session that Gwyn hammered out in the wee hours of the morning was a subsequent hit. Waking up past noon on Saturday, Gwyn found an interesting comment on the chapter she’d just published.  

AzPizzaz: Great chapter! I enjoyed it a lot, can’t wait for more ;)

Thanks to a packed start of the week, she hadn’t spoken to Azriel since Friday night. Save for the comment he’d left, it had also been radio silence from him. That made Gwyn anxious. Especially when they hadn’t discussed what their “relationship” was now. 

Ugh, maybe he is waiting for me to make the next move? Az told me he liked me…you’d think that would be clear enough! Why are boys so confusing?

Gwyn was tempted to seek advice from Nesta and Emerie. But part of her wanted to keep things under wraps, until she and Azriel had a proper “define-the-relationship” talk. Resolving to take action, Gwyn bought four cupcakes from the gardening club’s bake sale, donned a cute shirt and short skirt, and made her way to the boys’ apartment. Cassian answered the door after the second knock. “Cupcakes?!? For me?” he asked eagerly. 

“No, they’re obviously for Azriel.” Nesta appeared behind her boyfriend, rolling her eyes. “Come on in, Gwyn.”

Gwyn blushed at Nesta’s comment. “I actually bought enough for all of us to have one.” She set the box down on the haphazard kitchen counter and looked around the room. Is Azriel even home? 

Cassian smirked. “Azriel’s in the shower right now. Just got out of practice.” 

“Oh…” Gwyn trailed off. Just a few yards away from her, Azriel was probably lathering his hair with soapy suds, the water running down his body in thin rivulets. Would he be stepping into the hallway with a towel around his waist, steam swirling around him? Cauldron, Gwyn, get a hold of yourself! Don’t think about this stuff in public! Gwyn blinked rapidly. This is becoming a problem. 

Cassian strode over to the bathroom door and knocked loudly. “Az! Can Gwyn chill in your room? Nesta and I are leaving.” he called out. 

“What?” Gwyn’s heart inevitably picked up at the sound of Azriel’s muffled reply over the gushing water. Cassian repeated himself. After a longer pause, Azriel responded with a “yeah, go for it.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Gwyn asked, bewildered. “I thought we were planning our spring break trip tonight?”

“Sorry, Cassian and I have a dinner reservation,” Nesta said, not sounding very apologetic at all. “But I’ll still plan with you when we get back. You’ll be okay chilling here, right?”

“Of course I’ll be okay,” Gwyn replied smoothly, trying to hide the fact that she was internally panicking. Because being alone with Az is anything BUT chill. What if he doesn’t want to talk about us? What if he just wants to be friends with benefits? I don’t think I can handle it if he did…

“Have a nice dinner!” she called out weakly as Nesta and Cassian hustled out.

Settling back on Azriel’s bed brought a fresh wave of cheek-reddening memories. Azriel had lavished little kisses on her freckles here just a few days ago. He had snuggled her tight against his muscled body, hands lazily threading themselves through her hair as they lay in comfortable silence. 

Yep, that’s the pillow I was laying on. Oh, and the corner of the bed frame he pushed me up against. Oh gods….Gwyn squared away those thoughts by opening up her laptop and flicking through the open tabs. Anything to get her mind off Azriel. Flights to the tropical beaches of Adriata. Hotels. Rainforest tours. Bikini shopping. And her Ruhnlidia work-in-progress draft. 

I guess I should work on that, since Nesta isn’t even here to plan and I don’t want to do homework. Her fingers tapped out a few sentences:

Ruhn’s brains were disorientingly thick, as if he’d woken up with a hangover. He must’ve been knocked unconscious. How long had he been out for? When Ruhn’s vision swam back into view, he realized he was tied to a large chair in the middle of a storage room, unable to budge an inch…

“Hey.” Gwyn’s eyes snapped up at the sound of Azriel’s amused voice. Her greeting died in her throat when she saw him casually leaning against the doorframe, wearing only a pair of thick black sweatpants. Not quite a towel, but…oh, fuck. Az is shirtless. 

Gwyn had never seen Azriel shirtless, and—sweet Mother help her—he was beautiful. His muscled arms were crossed over sculpted, warm brown pectorals. Which were followed by a toned abdomen that eventually led down, down, down to the low-slung waistline of his sweatpants. Gwyn was vaguely aware of licking her lips, just a little bit. A movement that Azriel had undoubtedly noticed when a reciprocating fire flared in his eyes.  

Gwyn created a little rectangle with her thumbs and index fingers, leaning back so that Azriel fit right in the picture frame. “Actually, take a little step to your left. And put your right arm up against the doorframe.”

Azriel complied with a grin, his extended arm stretching his toned physique. “For research purposes, I need you to give me a smolder, too.” Gwyn blushed when his boyish smile morphed into a smirk, his hazel eyes blinking slowly with a sultry intensity. “Well, well, well. AzPizzaz, you’re a natural at fanservice.”

“Fanservice?” Azriel’s chuckle burst the bubble of anxiety around Gwyn. It was hard to feel awkward around him for long, especially when he made her feel safe and fuzzy inside. 

“Yeah, like doing hot poses or flirty actions that make viewers scream with delight.”

Azriel blinked, as if not quite comprehending what Gwyn meant. “Well, happy to be of service anytime. Mind if I join you on the bed?” 

“Of-of course not, it’s your bed after all.” Gwyn tried to keep her voice light and casual as he clambered onto the bed, his still-damp hair hanging in front of his eyes. Stop thinking about it—nope, I failed already. Gwyn had pictured Azriel crawling to her across the bed on all fours in another context.

To Gwyn’s immense surprise, Azriel situated himself behind her, nestling her between his legs. Strong hands gently massaged her shoulders, relieving some of the very tension she felt leading up to his entrance. He carefully scooped her long coppery hair to one side, and pressed his soft mouth against her neck. Right where her jaw cut just below the ear. Gwyn gasped softly, tipping her head slightly. 

“You okay?” Azriel stiffened, pulling away. 

“Yeah. It feels nice,” Gwyn replied. “I like it.” She leaned back against Azriel’s warm body for emphasis, to reassure him that it was alright. Azriel relaxed, resuming his gentle kisses along her neck. She tried to return to her working document: 

…unable to budge an inch. A flash of upswept blonde hair in the shadows, and then Agent Cervos emerged, stalking towards him like a lioness playing with her food…

Maybe she could arch her neck a little, just to give him more access? Azriel’s hands wrapped almost possessively around her waist. He hugged her close, gently caging her between his muscled arms. 

Concentrate, concentrate. But it was impossible to do so, when Azriel’s callused hands dipped below the hem of her shirt, skating her bare waist in little circles. She shivered. This boy is dangerously good at multitasking. 

…like a lioness playing with her food…

Gwyn lost her train of thought again when Azriel’s warm lips lingered a bit longer than usual. Gwyn tried to keep her breathing casual and steady; surely the thrumming pulse under Azriel’s lips was already a dead giveaway for how her heart raced. 

“I missed you,” Azriel confessed quietly, his breath hot along her collarbone. 

“Me too,” Gwyn practically squeaked as he sucked on her the nape of her neck lightly. Cauldron, did he learn this from reading my fanfiction? Or is this a technique he picked up all on his own?

“What are you up to?” Azriel finally looked up from her shoulder. 

“I’m trying…I’m trying to write a s-scenario.” Gwyn could not speak coherently. The fact that he was reading her writing in real time also made her self-conscious.

“Trying,” Azriel teased, his hands traveling a bit higher and causing her mind to short circuit.

“And you’re not helping,” Gwyn replied hotly. “I want Ruhn straddled while tied up in a chair. But I don’t know what to do next.” 

“How about I pretend to be Ruhn, to speed up the creative process?” Azriel suggested. “If you’re okay with it, obviously. I have a pair of handcuffs.” 

Gwyn turned around to stare at Azriel incredulously. “Is this what Cassian meant when he brought up your kinks?” she gasped. 

“Maybe.” Azriel sheepishly shook his head.

“AzPizzaz, what other kinks do you have?” 

“Let’s save them for another day,” he said quickly. “Today is all about your vision. Also, are you going to call me AzPizzaz from now on?” 

“What’s wrong with AzPizzaz? You’re the one who came up with it yourself.” 

“Nothing. Just making sure you won’t call me that when I’m…helping you out. It might kill the vibe.”

“I have a feeling your ‘help’ is more for your benefit than mine.” Gwyn swatted his arm playfully. “Would you prefer I call you other names, then? Let’s see…babe? Daddy? Az? Sir?” Azriel’s poker face shifted slightly at the last word. Jackpot. Oh, I’m definitely going to use that to my advantage one day, Gwyn vowed.

Azriel rolled his eyes. “If you’re trying to figure out my kinks, you’re not going to have much luck.” Gwyn folded her arms across her chest and pouted slightly. 

“Fine. But your days of keeping your questionable search history private are numbered, Az. Now are you going to get those handcuffs out, or not?” 

Azriel disentangled himself from her and obediently opened the bottom drawer of his dresser. Gwyn craned her neck, trying to see if he had any other interesting things in there. Chains? Whips? Vibrators? Cock rings? Butt plugs?

“Snoop.” Azriel shut the drawer before she could see anything, and grinned as he held up a pair of silver cuffs. 

Gwyn’s jaw dropped open and she laughed. “Gods, you were serious about having handcuffs.” 

Azriel dragged a wooden, straight-backed chair in from the dining table. His ankles were secured to their respective chairlegs with ties, and he allowed Gwyn to loop a longer rope around his torso and the chair’s backing. Azriel’s wrists were cuffed neatly in his lap, the key set down far away on his desk. 

“Okay, ready?” Gwyn asked, feeling all at once excited and nervous. She perched on the far end of the bed, watching Azriel test the security of the ties. It was surreal, seeing her friend—her crush—in a position like this.  

“Whenever you’re ready,” Azriel answered gamely. Gwyn took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes, she was ready. Azriel met her gaze with a steady stare of his own, and jerked his hands and shoulders for dramatic flair. 

“I suggest you stop struggling before you tip over the chair. I doubt you can do much with your hands tied,” Gwyn observed lightly, though she eyed Azriel’s hands with interest.

“Come a little closer, agent, and I’ll show you just what I’m capable of,” he retorted. Okay, now we’re getting somewhere, Gwyn smirked. Here we go. Azriel’s eyes trailed up her long legs as she approached. “And take off your underwear while you’re at it,” he added, something lean and ravenous awakening in his eyes. 

“I-I didn’t—” Gwyn broke character, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Az literally offered to “help” out with the smut scenes, Gwyn told herself, so he definitely wants this just as me. He won’t judge me, right? Azriel currently appeared cool and collected, whereas Gwyn felt like a fumbling adolescent. “I didn’t shave.” 

“I don’t think Ruhn cares very much about that.” Azriel raised an eyebrow, then lowered his voice. “I know I sure as hell don’t.” 

Gwyn nodded mutely and slipped her underwear down her legs, careful to keep Azriel from seeing anything under her skirt. She grimaced slightly at the plain white granny briefs on the ground, but quickly realized they didn’t matter. Azriel’s eyes had zeroed in on her panties as if they were a delectable piece of lingerie. 

“Gods, what a treat,” Azriel groaned. “Today must be my lucky day.” 

Gwyn took a slow turn around the chair Azriel was bound to, making sure she swayed her hips a little. She was tantalizingly close, so close that if Azriel’s hands were not cuffed in his lap, he probably could have run his hands up her inner thigh or squeezed her ass. He certainly looked tortured, as his chest rose and fell more sharply and as he tracked her stride with the expression of a hungry man.

“Ready for a confession, are we?” she crooned.

“Just come here already,” Azriel growled.

“I suppose I can indulge you a little before you start begging for mercy.” Gwyn gave him a smug smile as she straddled the chair, spreading her legs across Azriel’s stretched thighs. There was a slight strain in her thighs as she hovered over his black sweatpants. He jerked his cuffed hands forward, as if trying to lift her skirt hem, but Gwyn grabbed his wrist before he could. 

“Oh no,” she said. “Only good boys get to touch.” Gwyn pushed his hands up so that they were positioned flat against his abs. The position was slightly awkward, so Gwyn made a silent note of that. “I have a few questions for you, agent.”

“Give me all you’ve got, then,” Azriel smirked. “Why don’t you have a seat on my lap first? You seem a little tired, pretty dove.” 

Gwyn complied, feeling the cool air tingle her bare skin as she settled on Azriel’s spread thighs. She could have stayed in character and asked Azriel questions pertaining to her story, see how he would improvise. But instead, she asked, “How long have you liked me?” 

Pleasant surprise flared in Azriel’s eyes. “Since the last week of school our freshman year,” he responded. “How long have you—”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Gwyn placed a finger on his lips. “I’m the one who gets to ask questions around here.” She winked when Azriel rolled his eyes. “Now. What do you like about me?”  

“Everything.”

Now it was Gwyn’s turn to roll her eyes. “I’m going to need a better answer than that.”

“Fine. You always try to see the brighter side, even in your lowest moments. You are generous, you are hard-working…you make me laugh and you make me feel complete.” 

“How sentimental of you,” Gwyn said coolly, trying to keep herself from smiling like a lovesick fool. “Anything else you’d like to add?” 

Azriel’s hazel eyes flicked up and down her seated position. “I like that you’re sitting on my lap, wearing nothing under that little skirt. And I’m sure I’ll like the noises you make by the time this…interrogation is over.”

“What an indecent thing to say,” Gwyn scoffed, though her blood heated at his words. “I should gag your vulgar mouth until you decide to stop misbehaving.” 

“I think not. Otherwise, how else would you be able to properly kiss me?”

“Who says I want to kiss you?” Gwyn demanded hotly. 

“I think the fact that you blush whenever I look at you is a dead giveaway. And the way you’ve been clenching your thighs around me…who’s really in control of this cross-examination, hmm?” Azriel’s voice was laced with arrogance, though his eyes were fixed on her lips. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I could make you come from my words alone—”

“Shut up,” Gwyn snapped, knowing he was spot on with those observations. “I’m in control, Shadowsinger.” With that, she kissed him hungrily before he could say anything else. 

While one hand kept his handcuffed wrists in place, the other was behind his neck, greedily preventing him from pulling away. Gwyn sighed softly with content as his tongue delved into her mouth. Azriel was right about one thing: kissing him through a gag would not have been as nice. His teeth lightly bit down on her bottom lip between labored breaths. 

“Look at me,” Gwyn ordered, her voice sounding foreign to her ears as she threaded her hands through Azriel’s damp locks and tugged them backwards. His swollen lips, red-tinged cheeks, and slightly glazed over eyes had Gwyn’s stomach fluttering. “Good boy.”

Gwyn released his wrists so that she could tug his head back and trace the strong column of his throat. She shifted slightly in his lap, rubbing her pussy against his hardened erection. And it was Azriel who had to stifle his gasp this time. He tried to thrust his hips upwards, but the limited freedom of movement had him groaning in frustration as Gwyn canted her hips again.     

“Love, you’re making a mess on me,” Azriel murmured, sounding dazed after several moments of deep kisses. 

“Sorry.” Gwyn blushed, breaking character and standing up. A damp patch pooled where their bodies had met. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d been grinding against his cock, which was now visibly straining underneath the black sweats. Cauldron boil and fry me, she marveled, oh his dick is big. 

“No, please…keep doing it.” He gave her a knowing look, and then adjusted his wrists so that they were positioned between his legs. “But on my hands instead.” 

When Gwyn shyly sat down again, Azriel wasted no time flicking his middle and index fingers through her slick folds. He whistled quietly at how wet he found her, making her squirm in his lap. Gwyn inhaled a shaky breath as his fingers stroked her slowly and luxuriously, dipping deeper and deeper with each pass. 

Azriel kept his eyes trained on her face, carefully watching her for any signs of discomfort as he slowly inserted both fingers into her pussy. “How are you doing?” he asked quietly. 

“Perfect,” Gwyn gasped out as he pulled his fingers out and dipped them in again. There had been some tightness at first, mostly due to nervousness, but the soft attentiveness in Azriel’s eyes made her feel safe. “You can go faster, if you want, Az.”

The multitude of sensations that followed made Gwyn’s head spin. The cold metal of the handcuffs was a delightful sensation against her skin, and they jangled slightly whenever she bucked her hips forward to meet Azriel’s thrusts. The scars on his fingers were even noticeable along her walls, something she had never considered, and Gwyn bit back a wail when he tapped a sensitive spot deep within her. 

“I want to taste you so bad,” Azriel groaned. Soft sweatpants chafed the skin of her inner thighs, sending shivers racing up her legs.

“Well I’m not letting you out of those handcuffs, agent,” Gwyn panted out, still bouncing on his fingers. “Not until I finish with you.” 

“Please,” Azriel whimpered. “At least take your shirt off for me.” Gwyn shook her head vigorously. “Please, Gwyn.”

His whine was enough to convince Gwyn. She swept her soft tee off, and even took off her bra, for added measure. She should have gone slowly, could have done a little strip tease in front of Azriel to cause more anguish. But his expression, one of a man who had practically died and gone to heaven, was priceless. 

“So beautiful, Gwyn,” he groaned. “You’re prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Gwyn blushed. Azriel’s bound hands boosted her higher, eliciting a startled sound from Gwyn when his face was promptly buried in her chest. 

“Oh gods,” she cried out when his mouth closed over her breast, tongue swirling over her nipple, she cried out. Plenty of one-night stands had executed the same moves before, but it was different with Azriel. Despite her straddling him, he was definitely in control now.

Gwyn had to place her hands on Azriel’s shoulders to steady herself as Azriel continued to finger her deftly. Azriel’s thumb was in the perfect position to rub her clit while she trembled on his hand. Multitasking…yep, this boy is a menace with his multitasking.  

“Do you like that, pretty girl?” he rasped, voice muffled between her breasts. Azriel’s strong nose tickled her sternum, his breath hot and his tongue wet. The slick sounds grew louder and louder.

“Yes!” Gwyn panted as he sucked on the underside of her breast in between thrusts. She ground herself against his hand and shoved up against his face, not caring if she was suffocating Azriel. 

All lines of thought had been chased away by the growing pressure in her abdomen. Gwyn threw her head back in pleasure, chasing the high that was somewhere between the attention Azriel’s mouth provided and the rhythm of his fingers going in and out, in and out of her pussy. 

“Does my pretty captor want my mission intel? Or does she want to come?” The deep rumble of Azriel’s voice vibrated down her body. In her head, Gwyn knew that Lidia would choose the intel. Lidia would get the intel, hop off Ruhn, and then play with herself while making him watch. But Gwyn knew sure as hell what her answer would be. 

“I want to come, sir. Please, Azriel. I’ll let you out of those handcuffs, if you make me come. Please, sir,” Gwyn found herself saying. 

“Fuck,” Azriel choked out as his hips involuntarily thrust upward. The abrupt motion, coupled with his teeth scraping the sensitive side of her breast, resulted in Gwyn clenching down on his fingers. She sagged bonelessly down Azriel’s lap, moaning softly into his neck as his thumb rubbed her clit to prolong her release.

“Cauldron.” Gwyn found her voice again after several moments. She glanced at the floor length mirror on the wall: her short skirt hitched up and showing off the curve of her ass, her breasts littered with small love bites. Azriel’s muscled chest, his freshly tousled hair, his expression of smug satisfaction. “We look kind of hot.” 

Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. “You always look hot, Gwyn.” Realizing his hand must be sore, Gwyn reluctantly extracted herself from them, to find the keys. But before she could unlock the cuffs, Azriel brought both hands to his face and tasted the two fingers that were previously inside her. He released his fingers with a pop, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip. “You taste great, too.” Gwyn blushed, her fingers fumbling with the locks. 

“By the way, how the hell did you know I liked to be called ‘sir’?” Azriel asked indignantly once Gwyn released him. He reached over and gave her ass an affectionate squeeze before she could dart away. 

Gwyn laughed. “I can read you like a book, you know.” Azriel made a disgruntled noise when she slipped her bra, underwear, and shirt back on. “It’s cold, Az!” 

Azriel scowled adorably. “You know I could keep you warm if we just cuddled for a bit longer.” 

“You know I’m not one to turn down cuddles.” Gwyn walked over to where Azriel now stood, and rubbed his wrists gently to soothe any abrasions from the cuffs. A quiet intimacy befell them. 

Azriel tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and affectionately kissed her forehead. “I actually…I actually wanted to ask you something,” he started hesitantly. “Would you like to go on a date? With me? I know we are moving pretty fast. And you don’t have to give me your answer now, but—”

“Yes, Az.” Gwyn smiled at his runaway blabbering. “I’d love to go on a date with you.” Visible relief stretched across his face. “On one condition,” Gwyn added. “What we just did was super hot. I loved it. And I’m down to experiment with new stuff for my smutty writing. But unless I say otherwise, I want you to be yourself. Just you.” 

“Really? Because I’ve got a lot of different ways to provide fanservice for your fanfiction—”

“I’m serious, Az! No fictional man could ever compare to you, okay? You don’t need to change who you are for me.”

“Alright, alright. I promise to be myself.” Azriel hugged Gwyn close. 

“Does that include your kinks?” Gwyn turned her teal eyes up at him hopefully.

“Gwyneth!”

Tags (those who have asked/requested pt. 2 on my original post): @octobers-veryown, @damedechance, @shadowriel, @almosttenaciousmoon, @nymphhazel5

[ghostiewriter]

breaking point | ruhnlidia

Summary: They wanted to break him. They wanted to make the great Valbaran Fae Prince scream and beg for their mercy. But he just wanted to make her pain stop.

Warnings: descriptions of torture, mentions of blood and injuries, swearing, I think that’s it??

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: so I couldn’t help myself and wrote a whole ass fic for this one concept so yah enjoy :)

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It was never going to be the torture that broke him.

He had heard stories and whispers of what The Hind and The Hammer were capable of. He had witnessed with his own eyes time and time again when they visited the city and everyone let them do as they please because no one dared to stand up to them.

Once upon a time, those stories and rumours made his stomach twist and bile rise in his throat. It still did. But it would not be the thing that broke him.

They could rip his nails off and break his fingers. They could shatter his bones and make him bleed dry. They could carve him open and choke him with his own fucking intestines.

But it would still not be the damn reason he broke.

She would be.

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If you know the DayNight scene, you know about Elizianna. Recently she's done a holiday series of our favorite babies, and Easter was no exception.

See her Instagram here and the PERFECT, ADORABLE art here.

Her art always evokes so much emotion and she always makes me want to write. And so I present to you something so adorable and fluffy it made me kick my legs like a giddy little girl. Please enjoy:

Bunny-Wunny

“Babe!”

Lidia could hear the enthusiasm in her mate’s voice as the door slammed, and she braced herself for whatever shenanigans that were bound to ensue. His combat boots thudded on the staircase as he plodded hurriedly up to their room on the second floor. 

“Babe!” he called again, bursting into the room. He was breathless, his cheeks pink with exertion and excitement. His blue-violet eyes were glittering with a child-like light. She eyed the two large paper shopping bags in his hands.

“Hey, you,” she answered, grinning despite herself. “I see you went shopping?”

“I got something for us.” He was practically vibrating with anticipation, and Lidia had to admit that it was pretty damn adorable. “Close your eyes!”

The shifter did as she was told, content to play along if it meant she got to see that goofy smile that she loved so much. There was something that might have been rustling of fabric, and the more distinct sounds of the paper bags falling to the floor.

“Okay, open your eyes!”

Burning Solas, she had not been prepared. And it was a wonder, because this is exactly the kind of thing that Ruhn was known for.

Hanging from each hand was a fluffy onesie, one pink and one blue, each with a hood sporting bunny ears.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Aw, c’mon Lids! It’s for Easter!” He waved his arms, the dangling garments like odd, fuzzy streamers. “I even took the pink one so you could have the blue!”

“I’m not wearing a bunny onesie.” Lidia lowered her chin and gave him her toughest look, crossed arms and all.

“Babyyyyyy,” the tattooed male pouted, his lip ring glinting in the first light. He shuffled over to her and threw his arms around her, wrapping her in powder blue and baby pink fluff as he trapped her against his chest. He pressed wet, messy kisses to her cheeks and her nose and her hair as she pushed futilely against his broad shoulders. “Nobody likes a grumpy Gus, Lidia.” He finally released her and gave her the most pathetic puppy-dog eyes. “Don’t make me return them, Lids. I might cry.” When he gave a dramatic sniffle the golden-haired shifter rolled her eyes.

“I won’t make you return them. But don’t expect me to put that,” she pointed to the blue onesie, “on my person.”

Ruhn looked like he’d just won the lottery. “I have a week. I’m sure I’ll convince you.”

~~~

Lidia sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, staring at the blue onesie hanging on the back of the closet door. The pink one was missing, which likely meant that Ruhn was wearing it while he was downstairs in the kitchen. He’d plopped a loving kiss to her brow before he’d gotten out of bed, offering to make her breakfast in bed for Easter morning.

As much as she loathed to admit it, Ruhn’s constant begging and pleading about the bunny onesie had worn her down. Add to that his obvious, adorable enthusiasm, and she found herself at a crossroads. She could stay in bed in her cami and shorts and wait for him to come back up to join her.

Or she could wrap herself in that blue fluff and flop that hood over her head, scurry downstairs, and memorize his beaming face when she surprised him.

There was only one answer, really.

When she shuffled into the kitchen, Ruhn was in front of the stove. Or, at least, she assumed the towering pink bunny was Ruhn. But, of course, that stupid hood was up, the ears flopping to the side as he shifted from foot to foot, as if he were dancing to a song only he could hear.

“Morning,” she crooned.

Everything after that seemed to proceed in slow motion.

Ruhn turned, a loving reprimand likely on his lips. Until he saw her.

His eyes blew wide and his mouth stretched into one of the biggest, most heart-warming smiles she’d ever seen. He was so beautiful, and so gods-damned sweet, that she couldn’t help but give him a sheepish grin in return.

The Valbaran Prince sauntered over to her, his face shining with joy. Reaching up with both hands, he stretched the blue ears taught, so they were likely sticking up above her head. He moved them about, making them dance as she giggled. Ruhn kissed the tip of her nose.

“Who’s a cute baby bunny-wunny?” he cooed at her. Gods, he was such an idiot. And she loved him for it. She loved the way his smiles could balance her woes; his laughter, her tears. She loved that he would wake up in the morning and make her breakfast, or just hold her, or convince her to wear a ridiculous onesie with bunny ears.

Lidia sighed, trying to look as annoyed as possible, even though she was smitten. “I am.”

And then he slanted his mouth over hers.

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Don’t Hold Back

Ok don’t come at me about this, I’ve only read the CC series once and I’m aware this isn’t perfectly in character. I didn’t have a whole heap to go on ok. But we desperately need more Nightbright content so I took matters into my own hands.

It’s very smutty, and ignores some things in HOSAB purely so I can get this to work but here we are.

Also, if you haven’t finished reading CC2 this is spoilery, scroll past NOW!

Ruhn x Daybright. 4.3k words. NSFW

Ruhn swung the front door of his home in The Old Square open and stilled, setting his face in a scowl at the triarii member that stood there.

“Prince,” the Hind sneered, her beautiful face set in a mask of contemptuousness. “I have matters to discuss. Members of your Aux said I could find you at your…home.” The last word dripped with disdain as she remained standing out in the street, her eyes flicking over the sad excuse for living quarters that the Prince of the Fae insisted on inhabiting.

“How gracious of them,” his voice exuded annoyance. “I’ll have to tell them that next time my whereabouts are queried, they keep their mouths shut.” The last word snapped from his mouth with a flash of his teeth. Ruhn schooled his face into a look of utter derision as he haughtily stepped aside and allowed the Hind to enter his home.

As soon as the worn door had snicked shut behind her, the cold mask was dropped and he took her small hand in his, cupping her cheek in his other palm as he gazed down into her exquisite face. “Did anyone follow you?” His voice was gentler now. The shadows of ire behind his bright eyes gone.

“Mordoc is prowling the streets in the CBD. Pollux remains behind at the Committium, standing guard of Celestina and Ephraim’s private quarters.” Ruhn winced at the forced mating of the two archangels.

Lidia too, had relinquished her cruel mask now. The voice of the Hind replaced in favour of that of Agent Daybright, the voice he had utterly fallen head over heels for and that filled his dreams. The voice that was truly her. The voice that so few even knew existed.

“Let’s make this time count, then.” The prince smirked conspiratorially, his lip ring glinting in the faded firstlights that dimly illuminated the foyer. He twisted toward the dilapidated staircase, her hand still firmly clasped in his as he led her past the living room where Declan, Flynn and Ithan were sprawled across the sagging, stained couch. Declan was hunched over typing furiously at his laptop, whilst Flynn and Ithan were jostling each other, engrossed in killing the others’ avatar in a videogame.

“Hey Lids,” Declan called after her, never lifting his gaze from the screen before him, at the same time as Flynn hollered “Whattup, Doe!” The three fire sprites draped around Flynn’s shoulders like a boa ooohed and giggled at the nickname.

She smiled back at them over her shoulder and allowed herself to be all but dragged by Ruhn as he impatiently bounded up the stairs toward his room. “Throw her over your shoulder, why don’t you,” Ithan muttered, followed by something that sounded suspiciously like territorial fae males.

No sooner had Ruhn closed the door behind her, he turned and cradled her face between his palms, kissing her soundly on her sensuous mouth, smearing her perfectly applied red lipstick. She sighed, her lips falling open, granting access for his tongue to sweep into her mouth to expertly stroke and lave at her. She clutched at his tattooed biceps as his plush lips slanted across hers, attempting to keep him close as began to pull away, lightly sucking her full bottom lip as he did so.

“How long do we have?” he whispered.

Her eyes flicked down, a glimmer of sadness crossing her features as she whispered back, “That depends on how long Ephraim keeps Celestina occupied for. Pollux will be asking for me not long after.”

Ruhn tried to reign in his sneer at the male’s name. It wasn’t often that Lidia joined her cadre and came to Valbara from her post in Forvos with Emphraim, and it had proven even more difficult for them to orchestrate this secret rendezvous. To see her privately, as Lidia, and not in public as the cruel farce that is the Hind— without the Hammer loitering around— was truly a rarity. Ruhn counted himself lucky for the time he could get, seldom as it was.

She had been pulling away from Pollux as much as she could without rousing too much suspicion. Either feigning covert missions or volunteering for additional assignments whilst in Lunathion, if she were required to travel with Ephraim whilst he visited. She would even often opt for night duties to avoid having to be alone with Pollux in the Committium barracks. But she had to keep up appearances, and she was no stranger to living a double life.

“I can’t wait to watch you rip him limb from limb,” Ruhn snarled savagely. A feral grimace bloomed across her face at the image, but she tucked away the violent thoughts. Time with Ruhn was preciously rare, she didn’t want to spend it growling and brooding.

“How about,” she started, a solitary, elegant finger tracing the whorls of tattoos down his muscular forearms, “Instead of talking about what I will one day do to destroy his body,” she continued coyly, now pressing a palm against his broad chest, the back of his legs hitting the mattress of his bed, “I show you precisely what I want to do with yours, now, Prince.”

He growled again, although an entirely different emotion was emanated this time, her toes curling in her boots at the sound. She grasped the hem of his black t-shirt in her hands and hefted it over his head. At the same time, Ruhn reached for the buttons of her white blouse and manically fumbled at them, the desperate need to get each other naked suddenly overwhelming.

Ridding each other of all offending clothing and hidden weapons between them, breathing coming in shallow pants, Ruhn grasped the back of her neck, hand tangled up in her long golden hair, and angled her face how he wanted it. His eyes softened when they beheld her open, regal face—her smooth pale skin, her large sparkling amber eyes, her truly intoxicating scent that had haunted him day and night.

Lidia’s red tinted lips parted, and, knowing Ruhn would always wait for her to make the first move— always wait for her consent— she reached up on her toes, bridging the gap between them, and pressed her lips to his. Her eyes fluttered closed and she kissed him so deeply he couldn’t help but melt into it.

She had missed him. It had been so long since she’d held him, and these stolen little moments were never enough. Always left her wanting more. Left her aching for the Fae Prince. She didn’t know she could harbour these types of feelings for anyone. She always thought of herself as incapable of being so…soft.

She pushes his chest again with a small palm and he reluctantly tears his lips away, wondering if he’s done something wrong. Before he can think too long on it however, he notes the mischief in her eyes and, so quickly that he barely has time to react, she’s shoved him again, causing him to flop heavily onto the bed behind him.

Lidia crawls up his gloriously naked body, straddling his strong legs, her fingers idly fiddling with the piercing through his nipple. She croons down at him, a teasing edge to her voice, “Why Agent Night, what would your superiors say if they saw you so readily subservient in the face of a foe?”

The corner of his mouth twitches into a crooked, sultry smile. “I’m secure enough in my masculinity to be submissive if my lady enjoys it, Agent Daybright.”

Sprawled out beneath her, he smirks, throwing her a flirty wink as his hands come up to brush the soft skin around her taut waist, thumbs sweeping across her ribcage. Her eyes turn molten at the scene.

“Yeah you are,” she mutters before she tips at the waist and kisses him hungrily now. She sweeps her tongue into his mouth — tasting him, savouring him — and sucks his bottom lip between hers, giving his lip ring a flick of her tongue for good measure. Ruhn feels his balls tighten, hips jerking off the bed into hers, granting him the cock-hardening knowledge of just how ready she is for him. He groans as she pulls away, shifting to tuck her face into the crook of his neck, her tongue laving at a particularly tender spot at the base of his throat.

“I’ve barely touched you Cervos, and you’re already so ready for me?” he purrs, his fingers snaking between their bodies, brushing her smooth skin all the way down, and teasing at her entrance to confirm just how wet she is for him.

“Don’t get too cocky, Danaan. How do you explain this.” She retorts, rolling her hips down on his massive erection pointedly, growling out the last word.

His hands wander up the sides of her body, the fingers of his right hand wet from his exploration of her folds, leaving glistening marks along her ribcage. Ruhn makes sure to brush the sides of her heavy breasts with every pass, lightly tracing the sensitive skin there. She grazes her teeth against his pulse point in answer, and he throws his head back into his pillow, his blood thrumming through his veins like a war drum that echoes into her own chest, setting the pace for her own erratic heartbeat.

Her tongue and lips and teeth continue sweeping across his burning skin and it has Ruhn’s cock straining painfully at attention. He’s so achingly hard and already leaking, beads of precum dripping from his swollen tip. Jutting out and reaching, yearning, for the warm heat of her cunt.

Thoroughly enjoying the visual of Lidia mounted above him, her lips and her tongue brushing over his warm skin, Ruhn can’t help but grab at the full globes of her perfect breasts. He squeezes, her glorious tits much more than a handful, pinching her nipples between a thumb and forefinger. The attention he’s giving them cause her to moan and arch her back into him, pushing her ample chest into his face. He doesn’t mind being smothered one bit.

“I love these,” he mutters, craning his neck as he leans forward to suck a dusty pink nipple into his mouth, lapping at the soft skin of her breast before pulling it taut. She groans at the slight edge of pain it inflicts, her hardened nipple slipping from between his lips with a soft pop.

“Ruhn!” she exclaims, grasping the back of his head as it drifts off the pillow. He gives her a look of pure male arrogance before lurching for her other peaked breast, pushing her down onto his face with a broad hand between her shoulder blades, all but smothering himself in the soft flesh of her mouth-watering curves. He sucks and bites and licks enthusiastically at her full breasts, his hands pinching and kneading where his mouth can’t reach.

She lets loose a positively filthy moan at his ministrations, grinding her pelvis down on his cock, and as she does, he feels the wet folds of her sex glide over the length of him, coating him in her arousal.

He can’t take it much longer, the desperation he feels to touch her, taste her, have her screaming and coming so prettily on his tongue. He’s not above begging. As Lidia nips an ear lobe between her teeth he groans again, something in him snapping. Scooping his dextrous hands beneath her thighs where she’s straddled at his hips, he hoists her up, up, up, and settles her dripping cunt above him, her pink folds now now on display just inches from his face. 

Fuck yeah, he thinks. Admiring her pinks folds glistening with her arousal, he trails a solitary finger along the outside of her lips, watching her opening clench in anticipation above him.

She cries out in surprise at the change of position, and she looks down at him between her legs, his deep blue eyes churning with such lust they almost look violet.

“Ruhn…what...” she’s unsure of his intentions, she’s never been in such a position of control or dominance in the bedroom and Ruhn, putting himself in the position of submission so readily — she feels her walls tighten at the thought, suddenly throbbing with even more need, but —  “Ruhn, its ok. You don’t need to do that.”

He reaches up, placing a large, steady hand on her hip and squeezes gently, “Fuck yeah I do. And if you deny me the absolute fucking pleasure of that beautiful pussy of yours riding my face within the next few seconds, I may never recover.”

She huffs an incredulous laugh, but his eyes had softened. He knew what type of treatment she had been subjected to, and he wanted to make it better. Wanted to make her feel good, and safe, and loved. He wanted her to have all the control she needed.

“It’s always your choice… but. Please, Lidia,” he was begging, his eyes conveying so much need and adoration for her. It cracked her heart, that kindness. That it had miraculously not been stamped out of the prince by his truly abhorrent father was a testament in itself to his unwavering resolve to be a better male than the one that sired him. When was the last time anyone had ever shown her such compassion? Looked at her with such benevolence?

“Alright,” she whispered, finally lowering herself onto his obscenely beautiful face.

Ruhn’s eyes glinted up at her, arousal thick in the air, and his voice had dropped an octave or two when he growled, “Hold on tight, Day.”

She peered down at him with wide eyes and barely had been granted enough time to wrap her fingers around the bar of his headboard before he had gripped her hips tightly and pulled her down, sinking her dripping cunt onto his mouth and running his tongue flat up the centre of her.

She gasped at the sensation, her head flinging back, golden hair tumbling down her back, as Ruhn feasted on her. He ran his tongue up and down her folds in long, broad strokes, lapping at her like a man starved. He twirled his talented tongue around her opening, circling once, twice, three times, gathering up her wetness before dragging that tongue all the way to her clit, softly sucking the hardened bud between his lips. He ground his mouth and chin into her sex, and her hips bucked with the stark coldness of his lip ring, setting such a jarring sensation from his warm mouth. Cthona spare her.

He moaned unabashedly at the delicious taste of her, the sound vibrating straight through her core, causing her hips to buck again, before she forced herself to still above him once more. It didn’t go unnoticed.

Ruhn pulled his mouth away from her dripping cunt then, and she almost cried out at the loss of contact. Clear, blue eyes looked up at her from between her legs, and she found it an effort not to come from the mere sight of it.

“Don’t hold back, Lidia.” Ruhn could tell she was holding herself back, apprehensive to let go of the reins of her control completely. He traced his fingertips up and down her thighs, his mouth and chin glistening with her arousal. “I want you grinding this delicious fucking pussy all over my face. Let loose. I fucking love it. Give me everything you’ve got, Day.” He turned and sucked at the sensitive flesh of the inside her thigh, unable to keep her taste out of his mouth for too long.

She whimpered feebly at his words, igniting her insides like exploding stars, but nodded her head in consent before lowering herself down onto him once again.  

He held her gaze as he slowly speared his tongue deep into her velvet walls, his nose brushing her clit as he did so. A jumble of sounds tumbled from between her lips and he chuckled, the vibrations making her walls clench around him further, buried inside the warmth of her. He felt a renewed gush of wetness soak his lips and chin and, satisfied immensely with himself, roughly grabs a voluptuous ass cheek in each hand, and guids her to rock forwards and back on his face. He sets a steady pace, grinding her filthily onto his mouth, his chin, his nose. Putting himself in a position to be utterly at her mercy, to use him for her pleasure as she wished.

She cries out at a particularly delicious stroke of his tongue, gripping the roots of his long hair in a fist. He moans at the pain in his scalp and the taste of her, savouring the sensation of drowning in between her thighs. Her grip on his inky hair doing nothing to deter him from his fervent lapping, and he continues sucking and laving eagerly at her soaked, sloppy cunt.

Feeling her release coiling low in her belly, she lets loose, undulating her hips vigorously above him. Zero abandon holding her back from seeking her pleasure now, angling her pelvis just right so her clit is grinding into his nose. He moans again at her enthusiasm, conveying to her how much he loves this. Needs this. His tongue and lips keeping a steady pace, the pads of his fingers digging into her ass cheeks so hard as he pushes and pulls her against him. Her voice was all but a sensual whisper uttered into the darkness of his room when she breathes, “Yes, Ruhn... faster… so close.”

Ruhn obeys, the muscles of his tattooed forearms rippling, thick veins bulging from the effort, as he grasps her soft flesh and thrusts her harder into his face, setting a punishing pace and willing her to plummet over that edge for him. Feeling her walls begin to flutter, he wraps his lips around her swollen clit and sucks hard, his lip ring grating on her sensitive folds. Lidia stills above him as her orgasm overwhelms her, her thighs shaking and convulsing, crying out his name as she comes. Wave after wave of her climax crashes against her, the utter euphoria breaking and reshaping her as she fractures above him.

He slows the canting of her hips, taking his time to lick up every delectable drop she had released, allowing her to recover.

Seemingly not be able to hold herself up any longer, her head slumps onto her arms, her fingers still white-knuckled on the headboard.

Ruhn reaches up, prying her fingers off the bar and flips them, laying her on her back as he settles between her split thighs, the muscles in her legs still quivering from the orgasm he’d just wrung from her.

“You did so fucking well for me, Day,” he purrs, kissing across her collar bones, her chest, leaving glossy marks across her skin. “Did you enjoy riding my face?”

“Yes,” she breathes, the word pushed out with an exhale from between her lips.

“Yeah?” he teases, tucking his face into her sweaty neck, licking up the column of her slender throat.

She chuckles, “Yeah…” before muttering, “Typical Valbaran male.”

He growls, remembering their coquettish conversation all those months ago. His expression turns predatory as he says, “Let me show you just what this Valbaran male is made of then, sweetheart.”

Ruhn grasps her hands, intertwining her slender fingers with his. Drawing her arms up above her head, pressing her deeper into the mattress, he keeps their hands clasped. He hadn’t ceased his laving at her throat, and he continues trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses across her jaw, her collarbones, her breasts. His hips roll into hers, his cock so unbelievably hard they both moan at the friction, sliding along her wet folds, coating himself in her slick. Lidia gasps at the sensation, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his solid chest, her core still sensitive from his mouth on her. “Show me then,” she challenges.

“As my lady wishes,” he purrs, as he lines himself up at her opening and slides home.

They both groan as he enters her, pushing deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until finally he’s buried completely in her wet heat. He stills, allowing her to adjust to his considerable length.

With her arms still pinned above her head, she shifts to wrap her strong, slender legs around his middle, needing to ground herself to him, needing an anchor to him. To Ruhn.

“Are you ok?” he whispers, a slight tremble in his voice, and she notices his entire body vibrating, like he’s reigning in his need to unleash himself upon her. She smirks up at him and throws his own words back at him, purring “Don’t hold back. Give me everything you’ve got, Night.”

“Ughhhh, Lidia…” he groans into her neck before he’s pulled out all the way to the tip and rams himself right back in, grinding his pelvis into hers.

Lidia cries out, his thick cock filling her so completely, she could feel nothing else, think of nothing else, but Ruhn. Her body slides up the bed with every deep thrust and he guides her hands behind her to the headboard, placing them once more around the bar. “Hold on sweetheart, keep your arms held straight out for me.”

She braces her hands as he’s instructed, her arms held out above her head, elbows locked as he continues fucking her deeply. He thrusts heavily into her each time, one hand now braced beside her head, the other wrapping lightly across the base of her throat. Brushing the sweat-slick skin of her neck with his long fingers.

“Mmm…yes. Ruhn,” she keens.

He swipes a thumb across her red lips as he’s gripping her throat, and she sucks the pad of his digit into her mouth. He watches her mouth work, his own agape as he observes her sinfully full lips wrap around his finger. A strangled, pained whimper escapes his throat as he pulls his thumb from the wet heat of her mouth, smearing her lipstick across her check, saliva mixing with it, making a mess of her perfectly applied makeup.

“Such a little mess for me, Day. Such a horny little mess.” He punctuates each word with the snap of his hips into her dripping sex.

He grunts at a particularly deep thrust of his cock, the sounds of her soaked pussy positively obscene now. Descending on her lips and kissing her fiercely, all tongue and teeth, he manages to wrench a desperate moan from her throat, her lips chasing his and he pulls away again.

“Harder, fuck me like you mean it, Night.”

He sits up on his knees, gripping the tops of her thighs in his large palms, and drags her body toward his. He drapes her legs over his thighs, pressing her soundly against his hips, his cock still buried deep inside her. The new position has Lidia throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut against the mounting pleasure, his thick shaft impaling her, reaching so deep into her cunt he feels her walls tighten around him. He drives his hips roughly into her, the sound of skin slapping filling their ears.

Sweat now running down Ruhn’s neck, beading across his muscled abdomen and arms as he continues to pound into her, he throws her long legs over his shoulders, gripping the front of her thighs securely against his torso, muscles twitching with every thrust.

He twines a hand up her body and wraps it around the back of her neck, angling her face so she can see where they’re joined, her delicate pink lips parting around his thick shaft, now glistening with her slick.

“Watch Lidia,” he pants in between heavy thrusts. “Watch how I fuck you, watch how your pretty little cunt takes me so well.” He moans, seemingly not able to keep quiet now, “You feel so. Fucking. Good.”

“Yes! Ughhh…Ruhn! Please…don’t stop. Don’t stop. So close— ”

He exhales with each heavy press of his hips into hers, driving his cock impossibly deeper into her. Lidia feels him nudge against that sensitive spot within her over and over, stimulating her so thoroughly tears spring from her eyes.

She screams, a tangle of his name and pleas tumbling from her mouth before she releases the headboard, clawing at his thick forearms, nails scraping into his skin.

She’s so close. “With me, please,” she chokes out, clenching her pussy around him in emphasis.

Releasing her neck and sitting up on his knees again, he grips her hips in answer, pulling her roughly into him as he thrusts forward, once, twice before his hips stutter, her walls fluttering around his cock as she comes with a sharp cry. At the sight of Lidia’s face overcome with her orgasm, Ruhn loses all control. Starlight and embers twine and flow, his orgasm crashing over him as she clenches tightly around his cock, the walls of her cunt pulsating and enhancing his release whilst still in the throes of her own. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs as he gasps her name like a prayer, reverent and sweet, over and over.

Kissing up her slender calves as he guides them both through their orgasms, Ruhn releases her legs, flopping onto the mattress beside her as they both work to catch their breath, skin gleaming with sweat from their exertions.

After a few moments of reeling themselves back in from their highs, she turns onto her side to face him, Ruhn tugging her closer into his warm body, tucking her safely under an arm. He presses a chaste kiss to her forehead, smoothing her sweaty hair away from her face.

“You’re amazing,” he croaks. The corner of her mouth lifts in a smile, and she’s about to return the sentiment when—

“I hope they didn’t hear too much downstairs,” Lidia mumbles, the words suddenly tumbling out alongside her ragged breath.

Then, from the floor below, Flynn’s boisterous voice booms, “We heard everything... drink some water!”

“You guys are animals!” Declan hollers, sounding scandalised. The tapping sound of his keyboard echoing faintly.

Ithan’s sharp bark of a laugh follows, before jumping on the bandwagon and adding “And I thought listening to Bryce and Athalar was bad…”

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