#this got out of hand fast

[theostrophywife]

mind games.

author's note: just a feral little drabble about the high lord punishing his bratty mate with the help of the shadowsinger. be warned, it's absolutely filthy babes 💜💙💜💙

rhysand loved to tease.

he lived for the push and pull, the give and take, and the high lord wasn’t above playing dirty to get what he wanted. making you flustered was like a drug to him; the sight of your flushed cheeks, the prim little way you clenched your thighs together, the heat in your gaze as you blinked away the images he sent down the bond—all of it was a potent dose and still he couldn’t get enough.

but tonight you decided that it was high time that you give your mate a taste of his own medicine. especially since he seemed to love riling you up during the most inopportune time. throughout the day, rhysand made sure to send images down the bond of the things he couldn’t wait to do to you. his dark head between your legs. his fingers slipping through your slick, wet folds. his cock thrusting deep inside of you.

the wait had been torturous. and now that you were under the same roof, your patience had all but dissipated. he had kept you waiting all day and he seemed determined to drag out the torture, telling you to be patient while he wrapped up his meeting with azriel. that was nearly an hour ago and you finally decided that enough was enough. if rhysand wanted to play dirty, then you weren’t afraid to get downright filthy.

with a small smile, you splayed out across the bed and spread your legs. violet lace rode up your thighs as you sighed, fingertips caressing your exposed skin. a moan slipped past your lips as you reached your core, which was already warm and wet thanks to the high lord’s teasing.

what are you doing, darling?

your mate’s voice was strained and distant, a mere blip in your subconscious as you slid two fingers into your pussy. you were tense and tight, eager to find relief even if you had to imagine that it was rhysand’s fingers pumping in and out of you.

you’re not touching yourself without daddy’s permission, are you kitten? rhysand growled in your mind. i’d hate to have to punish you for misbehaving.

you lowered your mental shields and gave rhys a clear view of exactly what it was you were up to. legs spread wide, fingers deep inside of your pussy while you moaned in pleasure. i got tired of waiting, rhys. if you don’t want to take care of the mess you made, then i’ll do it myself.

rhysand’s dark, humorless laughter echoed within the iron walls of your mind. oh, you’ll regret that, darling. you want to play dirty? think you can tease daddy without paying the price? i'll have you begging on your knees by the end of the night, kitten.

however unwise it may have been, you ignored rhysand's threat and worked yourself up to that sweet release. the orgasm blossomed over you, unfurling heat through your body. whatever relief you found from your fingers was short lived as rhysand tugged harshly on the bond. your mate’s anger seared through that shared connection, its white hot heat sending a thrill through your body.

then in a clipped tone, rhysand demanded, my office. now.

the satisfied smile that tugged at your lips followed you all the way to the other end of the house. you padded softly into the dark office wearing nothing but the dainty little nightgown, which just so happened to be rhysand’s favorite. sitting behind his desk, your mate examined you with a smirk. despite the frustration you felt through the bond, there was nothing but mischief dancing through his features.

he lounged lazily in his high back chair and propped his feet up on the table without a care in the world. the nonchalant nature of it all caught you off guard. you had banked on finding him absolutely incensed, but instead rhys flashed a smile like a shark who smelled fresh blood. the soft faelights kissed his handsome face, the buttery tones shimmering against his golden brown skin as it slashed through his perfectly sculpted cheekbones and sensual lips.

“you wanted to play with the big boys, darling?” rhysand inclined his head to a dark corner of the room. “very well then. you can tell azriel why we had to cut our meeting early.”

you flushed as golden eyes focused on you, shadows receding just enough to give you a glimpse of the shadowsinger. now this, you hadn’t anticipated. you thought rhys would’ve sent his brother away to dole out your punishment, but it seemed that your mate had other plans for you tonight.

“my lady,” azriel greeted in acknowledgement. the handsome male smirked when you bit your lip instinctively. there was something hungry in that gaze of his and you shuddered at the implication. “care to explain yourself?”

your gaze cut to rhysand, but your mate shook his head. “don’t look at me, kitten. azriel asked you a question."

you swallowed thickly. rhysand was well aware of your attraction to azriel and your mate had expressed his openness to inviting the shadowsinger to play, but you hadn't expected it to happen like this.

the cold kiss of shadows tugged at your hair, roughly turning your attention back to the shadowsinger. darkness swallowed him up and he disappeared from his place by the window only to reappear mere inches away from you. “it’s rude to keep people waiting,” azriel said, his voice dark and low. “but you’re quite good at being rude, aren’t you angel? the high lord told me what you were doing. touching yourself without his permission. is that true, princess? have you been misbehaving?”

you shuddered, warmth and heat enveloping you like an all consuming flame. “it’s not my fault,” you said rather childishly. “rhys has been toying with me all day and i got tired of waiting.”

azriel’s eyes were dark and dauntless. the cruel smirk on his face told you that you wouldn’t find sympathy from the shadowsinger. “poor little pet,” azriel cooed, his scarred fingers caressing your cheek. you leaned into his touch, welcoming the coolness against your overheated skin. “so wet and ready and just begging to be fucked.” he pulled your hair roughly, tugging until your neck was exposed to him. azriel grazed his teeth against the hollow of your throat as you eagerly arched into him. “but naughty girls don’t get fucked. they get punished.”

you whimpered as azriel pulled away. “you’re being mean, az.”

the shadowsinger grabbed your jaw as a sinister smile snaked across his lethally handsome face. “you have no idea how mean i can be, angel. but don’t worry, you’re about to find out.”

the little whine that crawled up your throat was silenced by rhysand’s smirk. “you wanted to act like a fucking brat, darling? azriel here is more than happy to set you straight.” your mate clasped his fingers behind his head, rocking back as he pierced you with lust blown violet eyes. “that’s what you want isn’t it, kitten? to be used and fucked like a good little slut?”

“yes,” you murmured, the rough and husky timbre of your voice betraying your breathlessness.

“yes, what?” azriel hissed as he grasped the back of your neck. “address rhys properly, angel.”

“yes, high lord.”

rhys grinned in satisfaction. “that’s much better, darling.” he crossed one leg over the other. “now, get on your knees. let’s see how smart that mouth of yours can be when it’s stuffed with azriel’s cock.”

you gaped at your mate before dragging your gaze to the shadowsinger. azriel met your gaze, the green and brown of his irises swallowed by endless darkness. something dangerous flickered in those depthless pits, beckoning you to come play. licking your lips, you kneeled before him, knees hitting the ornate rug.

azriel watched silently as you unbuttoned his trousers. his taut muscles rippled underneath your touch as you took your sweet ass time tracing the perfectly sculpted lines leading down to his cock. you wanted to kiss him, lick him, devour him, and the shadowsinger seemed all too aware of the fact.

“the longer you make me wait, the worse your punishment will get.” azriel said with a cruel smile. you pouted as he unbuckled his belt, letting it drop to the floor with a loud clink. the shadowsinger traced your lips with his thumb, the rough callouses making you shiver with need. “that doesn’t work on me, princess. you can pout all you fucking want, but i’m warning you right now, i’m not in a forgiving mood tonight. you don’t want to test me.”

but you did. you wanted to test him very much. “or what?” you asked sassily. “what will you do, azriel?”

it became evident very quickly that that was the wrong thing to say. shadows twined through your wrists and secured them behind your back so that you wouldn’t be able to touch azriel. a mixture of fear and excitement coursed through you.

“i warned you, pet.” the shadowsinger drawled as he released his cock from the constraints of his underclothes. he was long and thick and hard. just the sight of him made you drool as he pumped himself. azriel smirked as he tapped the tip of his cock against your bottom lip. “looks like you need a lesson in manners. now open up, we’re about to find out how well you can talk back with my cock stuffed down your throat.”

the argument died in your throat. you parted your lips and held your breath as azriel slid his head into your mouth. through dark lashes, you held his gaze as you licked the bead of precum gathered at the tip. the shadowsinger cursed, which only encouraged you further. even with your hands tied behind your back, you knew exactly what to do to make him feel good.

bobbing your head down, you licked a path starting from the base of his shaft, through the throbbing vein pulsating under your tongue, before making your way back up to suck at his throbbing head. azriel’s wings flared behind his back as he growled and you smirked at the sight, satisfied that you were able to elicit such a reaction.

the shadowsinger gathered your hair in his fist while looking down at your through heavy lids. “cocky aren’t you, princess? you like showing off? does it turn you on to suck my cock in front of your mate?” you gazed at rhysand who was watching the whole exchange with a hungry expression. “maybe we should give the high lord a show, then.”

with that, azriel thrust into your mouth and hit the back of your throat. you gagged at the sheer size of him filling your mouth. tears pricked your eyes as he pulled out only to slam back in once again. saliva dripped from the corner of your mouth, but you paid it no mind as you matched the rhythm of the shadowsinger’s hips. he kept a punishing pace and you choked, gagged, and sputtered as azriel fucked your mouth.

you moaned as he thrust harder, angling your head so he could go deeper. "your mouth feels like fucking heaven angel, so wet and warm. you're getting off on this, aren't you pet?" azriel triggered your gag reflex, turning you into a slobbering mess, but still you wanted more. "that's right, princess. fucking take it. choke on my cock like a good little whore."

azriel rutted into you and you took every inch, swirling and sucking as he neared the edge. from the way he trembled above you, you knew he was close. azriel tugged at your scalp, releasing a string of curses that made you press your thighs together. the filthy words coming out of his pretty lips lit a match within you.

the vibrations coming from the back of your throat made azriel chuckle darkly. he wrapped a hand around your delicate neck and bucked his hips, hitting your uvula. "this pretty little throat was made to be fucked. you're just a toy to be used aren't you, pet?" your garbled response made him laugh even more. "fuck, i'm gonna cum. swallow, pet. every fucking drop."

with a growl, the shadowsinger spurted into your mouth. azriel was a male undone, dark head thrown back, pretty lips parted as he came. you swallowed every drop, savoring the combination of salt and musk on your tongue. his cum slid down your throat and you devoured it eagerly, but the craving only grew as azriel finished.

you struggled against his shadows, wanting to feel, wanting to touch. azriel only laughed. "just because you sucked my cock well, it doesn't mean you get to touch me. i told you, pet. i'm not a forgiving male and i sure as hell don't give into brats."

you almost cried. it was torture to deny you of touch. with pleading eyes, you attempted to appeal to rhys. azriel growled and tilted your chin. "don't look at him, look at me. i'm not fucking done with you, pet."

azriel pulled his cock out of your mouth and you whined at the empty feeling it left. "please, az. please, i want to feel you. i want to touch you."

a tear trailed down you cheek as you pleaded. the shadowsinger appeared unmoved, cocking his head to your mate. "what do you think, rhys? should i let her touch me?"

rhysand smirked, shaking his head. "no, i don't think she's earned it yet. keep her cuffed." your lip trembled as you realized that you weren't going to get your way any time soon. "bend her over the desk. i want to watch you fuck her until she sobs. my little darling looks so pretty when she cries."

you whimpered as azriel lifted you from the floor. despite how mean he's been all night, his touch was surprisingly gentle. the shadowsinger pressed you against the rosewood desk, positioning you so that you were facing your mate. azriel bent you over the desk, hinging your hips as your cheek came in contact with its cold surface. his shadows moved and clamped your wrists down on the corners, placing you inches away from rhys.

so close, yet so far.

azriel bunched up the hem of your nightgown over your waist and kneaded your ass. you arched into his touch, biting down on your lip as his fingers brushed against your sex. the languid strokes set your teeth on edge. you needed him to fuck you with his fingers. you wanted to be unraveled by his hand, dripping cum until you were shaking. but azriel was having none of that.

he teased one finger through your slick, puffy folds. you bucked into his palm and he chuckled darkly. “already so wet and desperate for my fingers. poor little pet,” azriel cooed in a mocking tone as he added another finger, his knuckles buried deep in your mound. his silver rings brushed against your clit while he curled his digits inside of you. “is this what you want, hmm? for your pretty little pussy to be stuffed?” you groaned as azriel’s thumb circled your clit. “i can feel you clenching, princess. i’ve barely even touched you. don’t tell me that you’re already close to coming.”

you whimpered as tears soaked your cheeks. “feels so good,” you blubbered. “i’m so close.”

azriel withdrew his fingers and ripped the orgasm away from your grasp. you cried out, yearning for his touch again. he only smirked. “that’s too fucking bad, pet. if you want to cum, you’ll have to earn it. show me you can be a good girl and i’ll think about letting you finish. can you do that for me, princess?”

you nodded quickly, eager to please him. “yes, azriel. i can be a good girl, i promise.”

he chuckled. “we’ll see about that.”

without warning, he slammed his cock into your pussy. it took you by surprise and you cried out, gripping the table so hard that your knuckles were white from the effort. as you looked up, you found rhysand pumping himself at the sight of his brother fucking you.

his erect cock glistened with arousal as he worked himself with his right hand. images flashed through your mind. rhysand’s tongue in your cunt, fingers wrapped around your neck, cock stretching your walls. your mate filled you with filthy, erotic images while his wrist flicked up and down his shaft. rhysand looked delicious. the perfect picture of corruption as he pleasured himself in front of you.

azriel gripped your hips and slowly pulled out only to thrust back in. “i think the high lord likes watching me make a mess out of you,” the shadowsinger teased. “but we promised a performance, didn’t we pet? i’m going to need you to be louder than that.”

“gods, az i want more. i need more,” you keened. azriel responded with a slow stroke, his cock slotting perfectly inside you. it was too slow, too gentle. “harder. fuck me harder. wanna feel you.” the shadowsinger rocked his hips, pulling out and leaving you empty.

“what did i say about manners, princess? ask me to fuck you properly. make it pretty. convince me, pet.”

“please, azriel. please fuck me. harder. rougher. i need you so bad.” you whined, you pleaded. you didn’t even care how pathetic you sounded. it was worth it.

azriel smiled. “you sound so pretty when you’re begging for my cock. now let’s see if you can take it.” he fucked into you, balls slapping against your ass as azriel delivered what you pleaded for.

the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with the shadowsinger’s ragged breaths and the throaty moans coming from both you and rhysand. azriel fucked like he tortured— slow, hard, and deliberate. there was no mercy in him as he pressed in closer, leaning over so that the icy bite of his leathers kissed your back.

“crying already, pet? i thought you wanted to get fucked hard like a good little slut? maybe you’re all talk, though. doesn’t really seem like you can take my cock like you say you can.”

you shook your head vehemently. “no, please. i can take it. i can be a good girl for you, az.” tears flowed freely as he slowed his pace. “just don’t stop, please. let me prove it.”

azriel was downright mean. he went slow and hard; the pace drove you to the brink and just when the orgasm peaked, the shadowsinger pulled away once more. relief felt like a crashing wave that lapped against the shore only to come rushing back into the ocean. out of reach. push, pull, repeat.

“what’s that, pet?” azriel asked, stroking slowly. “i don’t think i heard you. a little louder, this time.”

“please—“ whatever you were about to say was cut off by a moan as azriel thrust in hard. it was cruel, it was spiteful, and it was so fucking good.

your head lolled to the side, blubbering and sputtering as azriel fucked you dumb. he kept switching between fucking you so hard your teeth rattled and thrusting so slowly that you had to fight the urge to slam your hips backwards. no matter how badly you wanted his cock, you knew that wouldn't end well for you.

"azriel, please. i want—" the shadowsinger went balls deep and the words tumbled away from you. it was heaven, it was hell. either way, in this moment, azriel was the only god you prayed to.

“hmm, i can’t understand you, angel. not so sassy now, are you?” azriel said meanly, chuckling as a string of incoherent words fell from your lips. “poor little pet can’t even speak properly. too busy clenching her pretty pussy around my cock.”

rhysand’s dark laughter melded with azriel’s. “i think you’ve fucked her dumb, az.” he tucked the loose strands of hair clinging to your cheeks behind your ear. the touch of your mate drove you wild. you wanted him so badly it hurt. “have you had enough, darling?”

“no,” you sputtered quickly. “no, more please. i want more.”

azriel smirked. “that’s what i fucking thought.”

the more he fucked you, the more you begged. rhysand kept his eyes on you the whole time, edging closer and closer to that sweet relief. when azriel thrust into you so hard that your whole body shook, rhys came with a growl. the lights in the room flickered as he spilled onto his hand. you whimpered, staring at the waste and wishing your mouth was wrapped around him so that he could empty himself out on your tongue instead.

the shadowsinger took notice and turned your head towards him. “oh, you want him too? greedy girl. beg him. tell him how sorry you are for being so bratty.”

“i’m sorry, rhys.”

those violet eyes darkened. “for what, kitten?”

“i’m sorry for touching myself without your permission. i’m sorry for interrupting your meeting with azriel. i’m sorry for being a brat.” you gritted your teeth, swallowing a moan as azriel mounted you over and over again. “i learned my lesson. i promise to be a good girl. just touch me, rhys. please.”

your mate raised a brow. a smile curved through those sensual lips. he was waiting for something. heat bloomed in your cheeks when you came to a realization. “please, daddy.”

rhysand caressed your cheek. “that’s a good girl. see, it wasn’t so hard was it? you seemed to find your manners easily enough when azriel fucked all that sass out of you.” he nodded to his brother who stilled behind you. rhys seemed to communicate something to him mind to mind because before you knew it, the shadows around your wrists came loose. “i wonder…if one cock can do such miraculous work, what can two do?”

your mouth gaped open as azriel flipped your over. with a wicked grin, he slid you across the table, legs spread wide and pussy throbbing as rhysand stood. azriel sauntered up to the high lord, golden eyes flashing with desire.

“you don’t mind if we share, do you kitten?” rhysand asked. you shook your head instinctively. “i didn’t think so. but before you get your reward, you can watch azriel clean me up.”

your breath hitched in your throat as the shadowsinger kneeled before your mate. he gripped rhysand’s cock in his hand and winked at you before licking and swallowing every drop of the high lord’s cum. on any other instance, the thought of someone else sucking rhys off would’ve evoked anger and jealousy within you, but the sight of azriel’s tongue lapping rhys up so generously just turned you on even more.

you bit your lip, completely engrossed as azriel released rhys with a pop. the shadowsinger wiped the corner of his mouth before kissing rhysand. you watched as your mate’s fingers snaked through azriel’s dark locks, the rings on his fingers shimmering as he claimed him with his tongue. it was the hottest thing you had ever witnessed.

you were soaking, throbbing, aching, but you waited patiently like a good girl. for the first time that night, azriel smiled. he hummed as he strolled over to you and every fiber in your being came alive when he finally touched you. the shadowsinger grabbed you by the hips and brought you between his legs. you could hardly contain yourself as he kissed your jaw, your neck, your collarbones. there was a buzzing in your mind as azriel’s head dipped between the valley of your breasts. then, he wrapped his lips around your nipple and bit down softly.

“fuck,” you keened as pleasure shot through you. azriel did the same to the other nipple and you nearly lost it. "so good, az."

“see pet, i can be nice too.” azriel winked as he kissed behind your ear, then your temple. he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, his breath hot against your skin as he ghosted his lips over yours. “i know you’re dying to taste the high lord on me, princess. open your mouth, and i’ll give you want you want, sweetheart.”

you did as you were told and parted your lips for the shadowsinger. he lathered the spit in his mouth, which was still coated with rhysand’s cum. you were dizzy with desire as azriel puckered his lips and spit into your mouth.

there was no time to swallow because before you knew it, his tongue shoved its way into your mouth. azriel was demanding, nearly devouring you whole as your tongues danced together. you could taste the evidence of rhysand’s arousal on his lips, but there was something else in the kiss that was solely azriel. you wanted to gorge yourself on it.

you wrapped yourself around him like a firedrake hoarding its most valuable treasures. azriel was pleased by your greediness. you kissed hungrily as though you were trying to crawl into each other’s skin, bodies pressed closed together, fingers gripping locks of hair as azriel established his dominance. paper and pens clattered to the floor as azriel spread your legs open and yanked your nightgown over your head. he hissed at the sight of you bare and naked. azriel took his time, teasing, licking, stroking. you practically purred as he ran his finger over your slit, spreading your wetness around. there was a dark hunger in his whiskey eyes as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and swallowed. his lids fluttered close as he savored the taste of you.

azriel looked over his shoulder, a small smirk evident on his face. “she’s all warmed up for you, rhys.”

you whined as azriel stepped back. the shadowsinger bit down on your bottom lip and smirked against your mouth. “don’t worry, angel. you’ll be filled with both of us soon enough.”

to your relief, rhysand took azriel’s spot between your legs. he gripped your thighs and wrapped them around his trim waist, muscles flexing as your soaked core made contact with his middle. “azriel’s right, darling. now be a good girl and spread your legs wide open. you’ll need to be flexible if you want to take both of our cocks at the same time. you can do that, can’t you, kitten?”

you nodded eagerly, causing your mate to smile fondly. rhysand purred in amusement, pure mischief dancing in those starkissed eyes. “so compliant. my little darling is so eager to be fucked silly like the good little whore that she is. c’mere then, daddy has missed your pretty little pussy."

you wrapped your legs around him, biting down on your lip as you gripped his cock. rhys watched in silence as you lined him up at your entrance. you pumped him once, twice, before guiding his cock inside of you. as always, the fit was pure ecstasy.

out of instinct, your pussy clenched around him like a jealous lover. you wanted him closer, you wanted to covet his cock like a precious jewel. and gods, it was. you knew every ridge and line of his impressive length and you took every inch like a woman starved.

sex with rhys was always glorious, but after all that teasing and taunting, your pleasure was heightened to new levels. you earned it, you deserved it and rhys was more than willing to give it to you.

tendrils of inky hair clung to rhysand’s forehead as he thrust his cock inside of you. glistened with sweat, your mate was utterly devoted to fucking you until you could hardly even remember your name. your eyes fluttered close, his name falling from your lips like a prayer of penance. rhysand wrapped his right hand around your neck and squeezed.

“i didn’t say you could close your eyes, darling. open them and watch. watch my cock slide in and out of you. watch your pretty pussy clench around me. watch, so you can remember what a filthy little slut you are for daddy.”

you were a garbled mess, writhing with pleasure as you opened your eyes. rhysand tilted your chin down just as he threw your legs over his shoulders, giving you a clear view of his cock disappearing between your puffy, swollen folds. you moaned at the sight, your pussy clenching to hold rhysand in a vice grip.

“i think you’re wearing her out, rhys.” azriel said with a dark chuckle. “maybe she’s tuckered out. doesn’t look like she can take another cock in her.”

“no, please.” you pleaded, turning to meet the shadowsinger’s gaze. “i can take it. i want to take it, please. please, rhys. please, az. i’ll be so good.”

rhys and azriel exchanged an amused glance. your mate grinned and nodded at his brother. “she asked for it so nicely. i think we should give her what she wants, az. after all, she’s been such a good girl for us.”

the shadowsinger smiled and joined rhys between your legs. he hiked your left leg over his shoulder and kissed your knee. “brace yourself, pet. and remember, you asked for this.”

the slash of his smirk sent shivers up your spine, but you had no time to ponder it as he lined his cock up with your anus. rhys continued fucking you and the juices from your pussy slid down to your puckering hole, allowing azriel to slide in easily. with both holes filled, you couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that ripped through your throat.

“oh gods,” you cursed. “fuck. so good, so good…”

the back of your head fell against the wooden desk. rhys cradled you as he fucked into you, protecting you from banging your head against the table. the entire thing rocked underneath you as rhys and az coordinated their thrusts, hitting different pleasure points as you cried. you could feel your limbs going numb, but it didn’t stop you from begging for more.

“want more, pet?” azriel cooed fondly. he thrust hard and fast, knocking the air out of your lungs. you blubbered as tears and snot covered your face. “such a greedy whore, aren’t you? i can feel you clenching. bet you wanna cum, don’t you? come on then princess, we’re waiting.”

rhysand grunted as his cock hit deep within your walls. “pussy’s so wet, darling. feels like i’m fucking drowning with you creaming my cock.”

hands squeezed your tits, shadows circled your clit, lips worshipped your body. you could hardly keep up with the flashes of rhys and azriel licking, sucking, and biting every inch of your flesh.

“so close,” you mumbled. “can i cum please, daddy? please, azzie?”

both males hummed their approval and coaxed you through the mind shattering orgasm. it slammed into you, making your toes curl and your back arch. the wave of pleasure took you under its current and for a second it felt as though your heart stopped in your chest before stuttering back to an erratic beat.

rhysand came next, shaking the whole house with his growls of pleasure. the shimmer of his wings fluttered behind him as his entire body shuddered. he was beautiful. a prince, a king, a fucking god.

azriel held out the longest, but as the orgasm rippled through him, you finally saw his control slip. there was something captivating about it, like watching the first fall of snow.

both of them filled you, their seed trickling through your thighs as you fell back in exhaustion. you laid there for a moment, letting the events of the night wash over you. you could hardly feel your legs. you were drenched in sweat. rhys and azriel both pushed you to your limits tonight. peeking through half opened lids, you found your mate smiling down at you. the loving expression on his face made you grin back. rhys kissed your temple gently, making your heart flutter.

as gently as he could, rhysand slipped your dress back on and carried you in his arms. you snuggled into him, burying your face in his neck. however tired you may have been, it didn’t stop you from stealing glances at azriel who was buttoning his trousers and adjusting himself. when he caught you looking, the shadowsinger winked.

“thanks for the help, az.” rhys said as azriel held the door open.

“anytime, rhys.” azriel flashed you a smile that made your cheeks flush. “remember, my lady. if you ever feel like misbehaving again, your mate knows where to find me.”

with a wink, azriel disappeared within his veil of shadows. you looked up at rhysand who stared at the empty space with as much longing as you did. clearly, the tryst with the shadowsinger left a lasting impression on the both of you.

“darling?” rhys mused, his voice full of wicked intent.

“yes, my love?”

violet eyes snagged on you as a provocative smile snaked its way through your mate’s gorgeous face. “i think you should misbehave more often.”

you chuckled, kissing his cheek. “i promise to do my worst, baby.”

[wineassassin]

with @bllakcat: Purrs

"you know, you're already wearing the getup. you've already convinced me of your feline presence with the ears and the... the fur." a vague gesture with his hand denotes the placement of... that's fur, right? — along the collar of her catsuit. catsuit. another addition to the list of physical attributes that fully sell the concept. "you don't have to purr. you've already gone all the way; why take that bonus step? no purring." hopefully felicia recognizes the mirth in his voice (he makes it pretty obvious with fake huffs and overexaggerated gestures). after sebastian gives her cheek a quick kiss in greeting, sebastian gives the woman a quick once-over to admire her usual attire. since he's talking about it, anyway. might as well. "think i could pull something off like that? could i be some sort of accomplice to this cat world you've created? though... we should probably reserve anything skin-tight on me to above the waist. i'm already flat as a fucking wall on the bottom. no need to try and accentuate what i don't have." he can't help but snort at his own bad joke. "from the back, by the way. i mean the back. god knows we don't need an idea of the front in skin-tight anything, either. i'm... just gonna stop talking now."

[vm-haunts]

Butterfly Effect

The GIW got new funding and new crew, Fenton Works went up in flames, so did Vlad's castle. Danny is captured, Dani melted, Jack and Maddie died in the explosion that took out their lab.

Team Phantom is in deep trouble. Down to four human members, they're truly on their own in their quest to save Danny.

Not all hope are lost though, there's always good news between bad ones.

...

Good News: Jack Maddie and Vlad don't completely suck in this one.

Bad News: Jack and Maddie died and turned into ghosts.

Good News: Vlad finally get a true hero moment and brought the two with him when he fled into the zone before he blew his own portal.

Bad News: They're immediately arrested for their crimes against ghost kind for the foreseeable future. Wait isn't this good news actually.

Good News: no more ghost attacks because both portals are down.

Bad News: no more ghost help or easy ecto source either. But that's worth it as a trade off for the attacks.

...

Good News: Ellie didn't melt completely, only her human side did. She's souped (literally) inside a thermos for now.

Bad News: she lost her physically form, and they either need to find her a fresh and compatible corpse or clone her a second body.

Good News: all of them agreed on the second choice.

Bad news: they now have to find a way to make a clone

...

Good News: Team Phantom found a another group that is strongly interested in taking down the GIW research facilities.

Bad News: the potential ally turned out to be a cult of assassins.

Good News: the lady leading them is looking for her son and offered help.

Bad News: she's now very interested in what they know about ectoplasm.

Good News: they get Danny out!

Bad News: the assassin lady won't leave them alone. Team Phantom might have to join a cult now.

Good News: at least they get to hang out with the lady's son sometimes. He's pretty chill.

Bad News: chill guy get dunked into mystery goo by his mom, is now Dan no.2 and wants revenge on his dad.

Good News: at least Dan#2 is still negotiable as long as no one gets in the way of his obsession.

Bad News: Team Phantom is now the enabler of a rising crime lord. Hell of a first impression to make with Batman...

Good News: at least they're out of the League now, that's good right???

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

oh hey! i was reading a fic the other day where Wangji was once misspelled as Wangu. which leads me to: MDZS Pingu-style??? noot noot!

Do you think love can bloom on the sea ice?

[hauntingofthelamb]

isolated merriment 🕸 2024

[peachyfnaf]

oh, those with kind hearts...

...what have you become..?

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[kamabokobun]

A sculpture I made of my slug fakemon starter :]

[some-mari-thoughts]

Wake up.

You ran away.

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

Collab with @peapodsinspace! Check out her version with different characters and her own cool clothes!

Mine is Ed and Winry in some outfits from my closet I thought they might like!

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[luneariann]

Prison realm dreams 🫶🫶🫶

[sinnabarmoth]

Broken Promises

Pairing: Rafayel x fem|Reader

Summary: Reader thinks that her relationship with Rafayel is a fling, some casual fun. Rafayel does not. So when he catches her flirting with other guys he is intent on making sure she knows that he did not wait 800 years to be a second choice.

Content warnings: Adult language. Hate fucking. Vaginal fingering. P in V.

Length: 5k

“Thank you for another fine day of work, miss bodyguard.”

You picked your head up from Rafayel’s shoulder and glared at him. 

“What’s that face for?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes and sat up, the blanket that had been covering you slipped down exposing your naked chest which Rafayel took no precautions in hiding his ogling. You grabbed his chin and forced his gaze back up to your face. “Do not start calling you tricking me into coming over as work. You know I thought you were in actual danger?”

He melted into your touch, resting his chin fully in your hand like an attention starved puppy. “I was in danger.”

“A teeny tiny spider is not dangerous.” You let him go, crossing your arms over your chest so his view was obstructed.

“Sure it is. Do you know how many tiny spiders are super venomous? Black widow. Brown recluse. Yellow sac spider.” he ticked them off one by one on his fingers.

“Mister fish facts has spider facts too. How fun.” You rolled out of bed and started grabbing your scattered clothes from the floor and pulling them back on. How the hell did your panties get on the lamp? Did he chuck them like he was pitching for the Linkon Lions?

“Do you have to leave?” Rafayel asked, sitting up to watch you move around the room.

“Sure I do. I have work in the morning.”

“I could take you to work in the morning.”

“And wear what? The clothes I was in when I rushed over here? No thanks.” You didn’t think Jenna would be happy to see you at work wearing your lilac sweats and fuzzy character socks.

“I could send someone to pick up an outfit from your house.”

You glanced at him as you pulled your shirt back on. “You are super clingy tonight. Something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong it’s just…” he was staring down at the rumpled sheets of the bed, smoothing out the creases around him, “you always leave so soon after.”

“Well unlike a certain artist, I have duties and errands to run and can’t spend all my day in bed or on the couch…or in the hot tub…or against the wall--”

“Yeah yeah, I get it. You have a million things more important than me.” he slumped back against the headboard. “I’ll just stay here and rot won’t I. Waiting for my bodyguard to come check on me when she feels like it. Who knows if I’ll be even still be alive when she deigns me worthy of her attention.”

“You are so dramatic. Remember that you tricked me into coming over here to squish a spider and then corralled me into the bedroom almost immediately after.” you plonked down on the bed next to him. “If you want me to come over cause you want to have sex then you can just say that. We’re both adults.”

“Takes all the romance out of it then.”

“Now you’re worried about being romantic?” you shook your head. “Will wonders never cease.”

His expression did not soften out of his pout. With a small sigh you scooted closer. “Hey, how about I stop by tomorrow to see you after work. Okay?”

He perked up at that. “Promise?”

“Yeah. I’ll buy us some chicken and we can put on a movie that we will probably abandon watching for some other fun.” You held out a pinky to him. “I promise.”

He looped his pinky finger around yours. “You made a vow. You can’t break it now.”

“You are racking up vows, aren’t you? First to never keep you waiting, now this. If this keeps up we’re gonna have to start writing down all the promises we make.” you teased and his face fell again. Oh no.

You gave a little tug on your intertwined fingers and pulled him closer, placing a quick kiss on his mouth. “There. A vow sealed with a kiss. Feel better?”

“Much.” he smiled softly at you. “See you tomorrow, cutie.”

~~~

The work day was a long and tedious one. You had spent nearly all day patrolling and ended up fighting a whole horde of Wanderers that had taken up in an abandoned warehouse. By the end of the day you were in desperate need of some relaxation and perhaps a stiff drink. So when Tara announced that everyone was going out for drinks after work to celebrate the impressive job you and the other hunters did on raiding the warehouse you were more than happy to come along.

You were two drinks deep and starting on a third. The stress of the day melted away, replaced with the warm fuzziness that was your buzz. Thank goodness it was the weekend so you didn’t need to worry about getting up early with the hangover you were working towards developing.

At some point a drinking game got started. There was a piece of paper that had every body’s name written on it. The point of the game was that if some flipped a coin and it landed on that person’s name they had to drink. If it landed on a blank space they got to write a rule until the paper was completely full.

Soon the paper was full of outlandish rules, each getting progressively more “creative” the longer you went on. It was your turn and you flipped the coin. You had been aiming for Nero’s name and ended up hitting the rule an inch below it. “Text the last person you messaged a bad selfie.”

You sighed but pulled out your phone and brought up the camera. You twisted your face into a funny and unflattering expression and went to your messages. You couldn’t remember the last person you texted and prayed it wasn’t someone embarrassing.

Please don’t be Zayne. Please don’t be Zayne. Please don’t be Zayne!

You let out a small breath of relief seeing that Zayne was not in fact at the top of your messages. Rafayel was. You opened the chat and sent the picture without any context.

You rolled your eyes at your co-worker’s laughter and resumed watching the others play the game. Yet, you could not focus entirely. It felt like you were forgetting something but you couldn’t remember what. Trying to think with your head awash in cocktails wasn’t exactly helping your memory. All your brain was coming up with was chickens.

Well, if you couldn’t remember it couldn’t have been that important.

You leaned over towards the person next to you, he was another hunter but you hadn’t spoken all that much since he wasn’t on Alpha Team. You weren’t sure of his name but maybe it was Jasper or Jordan. To be blunt there wasn’t anything remarkable about him but he did have a very nice face and a rather infectious laugh. His arm had been resting against the back of your chair but now settled on your shoulders.

“So,” you leaned closer to be heard over the music of the bar, “if you are a hunter I’m guessing you have a preference on which weapon you like using.”

“I do.” he said. “Do you want to know?”

“No. I’m gonna guess but first I need your hand.” you held your hand out for him.

“Okay.” he said with an easy smile and held his hand up. “Why?”

“Think of it as palm reading, but instead of telling your future I’m telling your preferred weapon.” you placed your palm against his. “Hmm, yes.” You nodded very seriously before linking your hands together. “It’s coming to me. With big strong hands like this, your preferred weapon is a claymore.”

He smirked at your flirting. “That is quite the talent you have. I do indeed prefer the claymore. After handling it for so long, throwing anything around whether it be light or heavy is a piece of cake.”

“I bet that comes in handy.”

“It sure does.” he tugged you closer. “It comes in very handy for many different…scenarios.”

You couldn’t tell if the heat in your face was from the drink or his implication but either way it made you feel tingly all over.

“So, what are you doing after this?” Jacob or Jasper asked, his face a mere breath away from yours.

You were yanked back so hard you almost tipped out of your chair completely. You scrambled to see who had grabbed you and saw Rafayel standing above you, a fistful of the back of your shirt in his hand. “You broke your promise.”

~~~

Rafayel had felt something was wrong when his alarm went off that told him your shift had ended and he didn’t hear anything from you. Then a half hour had passed and there had still been no word from you. Maybe you had gone home to change. He tried texting you but had gotten no response. Your battery was low, surely. That’s why you hadn’t texted back.

After an hour he had started pacing, more excuses for your absence filtering through his brain. You could have been picking up the chicken like you said and there was a long line. That had to be it.

Two hours went by. Was there traffic?

Three hours. Maybe there was a Wanderer attack. Were you okay?

He was about ready to go out looking for you when a message came through his phone. It was from you! He opened it expecting any number of excuses and apologies but instead it was just a picture. You were at some bar and were making a very stupid face at the camera. That wasn’t what had caught his attention though. It was the arm that was wrapped around you oh so casually. The pig it was attached to was leering at you in the top left corner of the shot.

Rafayel felt many emotions shoot through him in the span of five seconds of seeing your message. Relief. Confusion. Dejection. Anger. Then pure hot resentment.

You had broken your promise to him to go out to a bar with this scumbag that touched you so casually? No. This would not stand. He was going to go get you. He had to study the picture a bit more to figure out which bar you were at. Thankfully there was a cocktail napkin printed with the bar name on it within the shot.

He sped over as fast as he could and burst into the bar. His gaze swept over the bustling room until he saw a large group sitting near the back. You were among them and that pig from the picture was right next to you, his hand laced with yours and hunger in his eyes. He waited to see you pull away, to tell him to fuck off but you didn’t. You leaned in closer, batting your eyelashes and smiling at him in that way that teasing smirk that drew Rafayel crazy. That was meant for him! Why were you flirting with someone else! Why!

He had charged forward as your faces drew closer. No. He would not see you kiss someone else! He would not suffer that indignity tonight as well!

He grabbed the back of our shirt and pulled you swiftly away from the man. The thundering of his heart was pounding in his ears. “You broke your promise.” he seethed.

You blinked and he could see your brain trying to catch up. “Raf--what are--why are you here? Let go of me!”

“Not a chance.” he grabbed you underneath the armpits and pulled you out of your chair. “You have had enough to drink. We are going home.”

“Hey!” the pig stood up. “Who do you think you are? You can’t just take her.”

“She’s my girlfriend and she’s wasted, so I think I am more than justified in getting her out of this dive.” Rafayel started to drag you away. “Come on.”

He dragged you out to the car despite your protests and shoved you into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt for you. Once you were in the car a lot of the fight went out of you. He shoved a water bottle at you and told you to drink as much as you could. When you didn’t oblige he stayed glaring at you until you had swallowed the whole thing. Then he pulled out another and told you to keep drinking. “I need you sober. So keep hydrating.”

By the time Rafayel had gotten back to his house you had drank another full bottle of water and the glassy sheen of drunkenness was ebbing away. The anger and pain his chest was still boiling but he kept his mouth clamped shut until you were inside.

For what felt like forever you stood in the foyer, looking everywhere but at him and not saying a word. When you dared to meet his gaze again he noticed you flinch as guilt shot through you. “Raf, I’m sorry. I had a really stressful day at work and I completely forgot about our chicken and movie plans. I swear I will make it up to you tomorrow--”

“Who the fuck was he?” Rafayel cut you off.

You paused your stammering and stared at him, brows knit in confusion. “What? Who?”

“That pig that was hanging off of you at the bar. Who is he?” he demanded.

“What does that have to do--”

“Answer the question!”

You snapped to attention, shock and indignation sharpening your features. “You do not talk to me like that! I know you’re pissed that I forgot our plans but you do not yell at me like that. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Rafayel felt like laughing. Laugh like he was mad. “I want to know why you were flirting with someone else. Did you even realize that he was two seconds from kissing you?”

“Uh yeah? That was kinda the whole point of us flirting. Why are you getting so worked up about this?” you settled your hands on your hips. “Do you know what everyone is going to think now that you announced to all my co-workers that you are my boyfriend? No one is gonna want to get anywhere near me now. Thanks for that.”

“Is that what you want? To be with other people?”

“Wait. I’m confused. When did we ever establish that we were exclusive? I thought this was casual. Why are you being so possessive all of a sudden?” you asked.

“Because you are mine!” he shouted. He charged forward caging you against the wall. “This is not something casual to me and it shouldn’t be for you either! You are mine and mine alone I will be damned if I see someone else lay hands on what belongs to me.”

“Raf, where is all this coming from all of a sudden? Did you really think that we were in some serious arrangement?”

“You promised.” he repeated, angry tears threatening to spill.

“I know. I know. I promised to come over but I told you that I forgot--”

“No. You promised. You always promise. You keep making promises to me and you keep on breaking them! For eight hundred years you’ve been breaking your promises and I am tired of it! No more! You do not get to break my heart any more!” he seized you by the arms, staring into your eyes, willing something to unlock in your mind.

“Why do you never remember?” he said, his voice quieting. “Why do you keep breaking your promises?”

“What are you talking about? Eight hundred years? I don’t know what it is you are upset about. Did the coral finally get to your head now too?”

“For fuck’s sake.” Rafayel couldn’t take this anymore. He slammed his lips to yours, forcing your lips apart and pushing his tongue into your mouth. He did not yield until your tense body melted into his arms and you started to kiss him back.

He pulled back, breathing heavily. “Eight hundred years.” he muttered. “I know you don’t remember but I am going to make you. I am going to remind you in one way or another that you have always been mine. That you will only ever be mine. If I cannot make your mind remember then I will emblazon it on your body, etch my name into your bones so you never forget again.”

“Rafayel, why--”

“Yes or no?” he said, desperate to claim you but refused to move without your consent. “That’s all I need.”

“Are you going to talk to me about what the fuck is going on in that head of yours?” you snapped, impatience stoking you back into a rage.

Yes. Be angry. Be vengeful. But be mine.

“After.” his hands moved to your hips, pressing your body against his. “Now yes or no?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

His lips were back on yours, pouring all the frustration and desire he had into it. Mine. He thought. Only mine.

You started to slump as your knees buckled and he pulled back, keeping his arms locked around you as you made your way deeper into the studio. There was a fire roiling through his blood and it screamed at him to make you his. He didn’t have the patience to take you to the bedroom and instead tossed you onto the couch when it came into view.

He hovered above you and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to look at him. Your lips were parted and panting slightly, eyes wide with rage and lust and defiance. By the tides he loved it. He loved everything about you. If only you would say the same of him.

He kissed you again until you were breathless. There was still a taste of alcohol on your tongue. It tasted like rum and oranges, the sear and tang of summer overwhelming his senses with every swipe of your tongue against his. He wanted to get drunk off the taste. Wanted nothing else but reminders of you. Your taste, your scent, your warmth.

He left your swollen lips to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking dark bruises onto the sensitive flesh. A gasp left your mouth as his teeth sunk down above your pulse. You had always been so adamant about not leaving marks where other people could see them. Well no more. Everyone would know you were spoken for. No one would be able to question who you belonged to ever again. You included.

His free hand fumbled for the buttons of your shirt before impatience took over and he ripped it open instead. Buttons popped from their seams and flew off in different directions as your body was finally exposed to him.

“Hey! This is a work shirt!” you huffed, picking at one of the buttons that still held onto the shirt by a stretched thread.

“I’ll buy you another.” he slid the ruined shirt off and continued the descent of his mouth down your chest. “If you don’t want the rest of your clothes to meet the same fate, I’d advise in taking them off quickly.”

“Raf--”

“You have ten seconds. Be quick.” he stood up and started counting down.

It took you a moment to catch on that he was not indeed joking and to spare your clothes from decimation you quickly untied and tugged off your boots and were trying your best to shimmy out of your pants. Rafayel also began to shrug out of clothes, not as panicked as you were as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt off over his head. By the time he got to zero you had just managed to kick your pants off and were reaching for the clasp of your bra.

“Too slow.” he pinned you back against the couch his knee slotting in the spaced between your legs, pressing close to your clothed cunt. You tried to stifle it but he heard the low whine of arousal that hummed in your throat. He pressed knee closer, letting you grind on it. He could feel wet you were getting. The evidence of your arousal soaking through your panties and wetting his pants.

He reached around behind your back and undid the clasp that held your bra in place and tore it off. You were lost in your own little world, grinding against his leg like an animal in heat. Your sweet moans filled the air as his hands cupped your breasts an tweaked your nipples into hard peaks. So sweet. So beautiful. And all of it his. At least, it should have been. The idea that someone out there possibly had seen this version of you, had driven you into this state made his blood boil. Who else had you been with when you weren’t with him? Had you ever left him and gone off to be with someone else? Did you moan for them like you did for him? Did you speak such filthy and beautiful words in their ears like you did with him? How many others had been tasting your lips after him?

“How long?” he asked, eyes trained on your face.

Your eyes which had been closed in ecstasy cracked open again. “What?” you breathed out.

“How long have you been flirting with others?” he said and your eyes widened. “Answer me.”

“I thought you said we were going to talk about this after.” you said. “Why--ah!” he gave a sharp squeeze to your breast.

“Answer the question.”

“I--I don’t know.” your hips kept moving, kept pushing yourself closer to the sweet release your body craved. You were getting close, he could tell.

“Yes you do. Now answer. Have you been flirting with others the entire time we’ve been together?”

“Raf--”

He pulled back, leaving you cold and panting against the couch, your precious orgasm right out of reach. “Answer or this ends now.”

“Yes.” you answered, your voice quiet. “I guess you could say it was happening the entire time, even before we met.”

Icy dread so cold it felt like burning coursed through him. He pushed you down so you were sprawled across the cushions of the couch. His hand pushed against the soaked materials of your panties, teasing your clit through the cotton.

“And how many touched you like this, hm?” he rubbed your clit harder. “How many of them did you fuck?”

“None of them. I promise. I didn’t sleep with anyone else.” That was a small relief. Your body had remained his, but what of your heart?

He pushed the material aside and plunged two fingers into your weeping hole. “And why not?” he continued, stretching your walls and curling his fingers in the way he knew drove you mad with want. “You had no problem flirting with them. Letting them touch you, letting them kiss you. Why not give your body over completely? Is that where your conscience kicked in? Remembered you already had someone when things got that far, did you?”

“Didn’t--didn’t--” you were struggling to form words, “Didn’t like them that much.”

“So if you liked them more you’d let them touch you like this?” his thumb pressed against your swollen clit, adding to the sensations you were already feeling. “You’d let them put their fingers in you, touch your most sensitive spots, let them taste how sweet your arousal is? All it would take is a few more sweet words and you’d let them fuck you. Drive their dick into you like they own it, own you. Is that what you’re saying.”

“No. No--fuck! Raf, I never wanted to fuck any of them.” your words kept wavering as he kept you dancing just out of reach of release. “I promise.”

There was that word again. Promise.

“Your promises mean nothing anymore. You’ve proven that.” his pace got faster and your legs squirmed and kicked as your orgasm raced forward with frightening speed. “Why should I believe you this time?”

It was as if his words had ignited something hot in you The wanton need and delirium of pleasure snapped and you surged up as your pussy clamped down hard on his fingers, arousal gushing from your hole as you came. You had grabbed him by the shoulders and forced your mouth against his, kissing him hungrily. You kept pushing, forcing him down against the couch, trapping him under you just as he had done.

You pulled away, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth as you withdrew. The momentary bliss was gone when he saw the rage written across your face. You sat straddled across him, chest heaving in the aftermath of your orgasm. You hastily unbuckled his belt and were shoving his pants further down his hips so his cock was free from their confines. “Now listen here and listen well you prima donna!” you growled, teasing the wet tip of his cock in your hand. “You are going to believe me when I say this: I never wanted to fuck any of the people I flirted with. That’s all it ever was, flirting. If you wanted us to be something more serious you should have fucking said so sooner!”

His nostrils flared as you worked over the hard flesh of his erection. He tried to grab you but you smacked his hands away. “You do not get to be angry at me for treating what we have as something casual cause that is all you have ever treated it as too.”

“It was never casual for me!” he snapped back. You gave a hard squeeze and his head fell back. “Fuck--that’s not fair.”

“Neither were your methods.” you reminded him. “Now, you said you wanted to etch your name onto my bones so I never forgot you. Well that is a two way street, you know. If you want to sear yourself into my memory then I get to do the same to you.”

“Trust me,” he said, eyes dark with desire, “You already are.”

You sat back, angling yourself as you lowered yourself onto him. You watched his gaze slide from your face down to where you were connected, watching his cock sink in and out of you. You rode him hard, pulling up till only the tip remained inside before slamming back down on him again. He steadied you by holding your thighs, pushing them wider when he wanted you to sink down deeper on him.

It didn’t matter how many times you had sex. Every time he had you like this it felt like he was in some amazing dream he did not want to wake up from. But you were no dream. You were real. So breathtakingly and heartbreakingly real. And you were with him, wanting him, riding him, eyes begging him and only him for pleasure and release no one else could come close to giving you.

His hips moved to thrust up into you, needing more. Needing to mark you in a way that you never forgot in this life or the next or the one another eight hundred years from now.

Your thrusts got shallower and faster as he hit some wonderful spot in your pussy that had you seeing stars. Your legs were shaking and started to lose their rhythm. Your body collapsed forward, laying on top of him. He kept hold of your ass, forcing your hips to keep moving as you moaned and panted, nails scratching down his chest.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! Raf! Raf!” you started squirming again, release so close you could taste it. At least, that’s what he figured with your tongue hanging out of your mouth. He craned his neck to taste it, pull your mouth onto his and made you swallow his own moans.

Your pussy was so hot and wet and it was squeezing the life out of him. He never wanted to leave. He wanted to mount the pair of you on a pedestal in this embrace, immortalized in shining marble. Scholars and lovers would come from all over the galaxy to study the love and lust your coupling represented. Women would desire to be you and men would envy him for having claimed something so perfect as his own. But none would know just how good you were. How your lips felt pressed against their own, what your arousal tasted like, or what little things turned you into a screaming moaning mess. This was all his to know and no one else.

“Let go.” he murmured against your lips, “I know you want to come. Go ahead, let go and come for me. Oh fuck please! Be a good girl and come all over me. Please!” he stressed. He felt himself about to blow but he’d be damned if he left you behind.

“Raf! Raf! Fuck Raf! Want to! Want to come!” Tears were leaking out of your eyes. “Want to be yours. Want to--want to--fuck! Make me! Make me yours!”

“Yes. Be mine! Be mine! Be only mine!” He crushed your mouth back against his. He wedged one hand between you and found your swollen and neglected clit, rubbing it gracelessly to give you that final little push you needed.

“Ah!” your voice pitched an octave.

“Keep your eyes open.” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Look at me when you come. Look at me!”

You forced your eyes open despite the pleasure wracking your body telling you to close them. “Raf…ay…el…” his name was but a struggled whisper before your cunt clamped down around him and the tremors of your body seized as you were thrown into your orgasm.

Rafayel followed shortly behind, his eyes never leaving yours as the tides of pleasure washed in and out and away. The shaking of your body stilled and you stayed flush against him, chests heaving and hearts hammering as the adrenaline wore off.

After several long minutes of silence you spoke again in a quiet voice, devoid of any malice. “Rafayel?”

He almost wished you hadn’t said anything. He didn’t want to ruin this peaceful moment. But you probably had questions. “What is it?”

“You said it was never casual for you.” you traced patterns across his chest. “What did you mean?”

“Exactly what I said.” he tilted your chin up to look at him. “After eight hundred years of waiting I finally have you back and you think I was going to want anything less than all of you?”

“Again with this eight hundred years thing.” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I get that you’re older than you look but I am not eight hundred years old, Rafayel. If you are projecting some lost love onto me--”

“It’s not projection. It is you. It has only ever been and only ever will be you.” he could see the war in your eyes, trying to reconcile what he was saying.

He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart. “We promised. I know you don’t remember but I do. We made a vow and you cannot break it. We are bonded, always have been, always will be.”

“Do…” you took a shaky breath, “Do you love me?”

“It is a tragedy you even have to ask.” he cupped your cheek. “But yes, I do. And I will do anything to make sure you stay mine.”

“Well,” you cleared your throat, snuggling against him further. “I think you definitely staked your claim. But even if I am this same person from eight hundred years ago, what makes you think me and her are in any way the same? Do you want me to be more like her or something? Just how far is this going to go?”

“I never want you to be anything less than who you are. You don’t have to be her because there is no her to be. I just want you in whatever way you come.” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Okay?”

“Okay.” you smiled. “And I promise, really actually promise, that I will not flirt with anyone that is not you.”

“Because you love me?” he teased with a dopey smile.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah. Because I love you.”

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A/N: Hi, so this was my first foray into fanfic for this particular fandom. As it is I'm still fairly new so a lot of my characterization is based off of limited knowledge and vibes. That being said I hope you liked it and if you have other prompts for me whether they be angsty, spicy, or fluffy I'd be glad to have a crack at them. Love ya!

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Whatever happened to "I ain't holding back anymore?" Huh???

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Damian's panicking.

It was idiotic the moment he saw Grandfather enter Gotham he should have called Father, or Richard even Todd but instead he went on a one man sucide mission.

He knows that he has nothing to prove he didnt have to track Ra's down egaged him in a fight that he can't win.

Especially when he isn't fighting to kill even back in the league trying his hardest he never measured up, his Grandfather has been and will always be untouchable.

He's down katana lost somewhere down below it's almost fitting another Robin dangling off the top of Wayne enterprises. Pearched at his throat a Katana ready to tear through blade sharpenerd that even with only the slight pressure a drop of blood has already rolled down his neck.

He will die again at the hands of another member of his family he seems immortal until it comes to another Al Ghul.

Tears start to slide down he hears grandfathers cruel laughter at how pathetic his grandson is he closes his eyes he doesn't want to see.

A sharp gasp reaches his ears and than a pained moan.

His eyes snap open.

Ra's Al Ghul stands a blade protruding from his heart that is quickly ripped out as he drops to his knees.

Damian's forces his gaze to move from his grandfathers bleeding corpse to the figure holding the blade.

His brother stands in nothing more than his suit he can't help the relieved sob as he pulls himself further away from the edge and throws himself into Tim's waiting arms.

"How did you find me, how did you get here so fast," he forces out through the sobs that's are starting to hurt his chest.

Tim pulls away enough to force Damian's head to gaze up.

"Oh sweetheart, Dami your literally on top of my building, Nevermind that kiddo I'll always find you."

He collapses back into his brothers arms burrowing as far as he can into his chest he doesn't have the energy to do much else other than cling.

He feels Tim shift him so he's carrying Damian as the adrenaline runs out. He doesn't try to fight sleep as he dozes off feeling safer than he ever has with the brother who saved him.

His brother who must have run from whatever meeting he was in without any armor to rescue his little brother. He wasn't saved by Red Robin but by Tim Drake and for once he can't imagine how he ever wished for a different one.