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Setting the stage for my debut novel.
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Speak Now
Summary: In the wake of everything going to shit, Dain officially asks for Y/N’s hand in marriage. Set during Onyx Storm. Same universe as The Rider Trap, Eyes Here & Soul Splitter
18+ ONLY SMUT MDNI
Dain Aetos x Fem!SorrengailReader
Y/N sucks in a breath, steadying herself. The blows are landing one after another, after another. Kicking her while she is down, as she sinks to a new proverbial low. Their father tried to commit her and Violet to Dunne, in order to 'fix' her. Yet another cruel way one of them had become collateral damage in the existence of the other.
Y/N doesn't suffer from weakened muscles, she doesn't struggle to keep her seat or to complete flight maneuvers. She wasn't the one their father was trying to commit to the temple, he was simply unwilling to seperate them.
Dain, who's been eerily quiet at Y/N's side, as Mira delivers the news, passes a hand over her hair. Fingers lingering at the silver ends, wondering idly if they will spread, leaching the color from the brown roots he’s loved since he was a child. “It doesn’t matter.” He says to her as much as himself.
Mira regards her sisters as though they are going to turn venin at any moment and she doesn't even know about Xaden. Or the sage, or the soul splitting debacle.
Dunne would not accept them because they were meant to choose their own paths. The path to venin? To crave unmeasurable power?
"Violet is not going to turn." Xaden crosses both arms over his chest as he leans heavily against the wall. "Neither is Y/N."
"You don't know that!" Mira says, "it's not something I want to happen, but we all need to be prepared for the possibility that-" she breaks off. Brown eyes darting between the occupants of the room. "What the hell are you not telling me?"
"While your mother and Violet were repairing the wards at Basgiath...I encountered a sage." Xaden says.
Y/N reaches for Dain out of instinct, as if she can bring him close enough, hold him tight enough, the way she couldn't on that field; something about this story will change.
"He ordered me to channel from the earth or he'd find Violet, and kill her."
Dain's arms are fully around her this time, shielding her as best he can from the impending blow.
Mira notices their change in stance.
"I was having my ass handed to me and Y/N came to cover me." Xaden clears his throat, locking eyes with his maker.
"What the fuck?" Y/N shoots down the bond to Dain.
"I think he's...he either wants or needs your permission."
Violet's gaze snaps to her twin, realization donning across her own features. This isn't a simple courtesy, he's not keeping their secret, he physically cannot speak the words unless she allows him to.
Brennan seems to understand, nodding to Y/N.
"I pushed every ounce of power I had into the earth," Y/N tells her. She can face this, she has to accept what she's done, she cannot keep running. "Xaden picked it up and it...altered him."
"You turned him venin using your signet?" Mira's jaw slackens.
"I didn't mean to." Y/N stammers and Dain tightens his hold. "I didn't even realize it could be done, I-"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mira demands, "who else knows about this?"
"Besides everyone in this room? Only a few people. The ones we could trust." Violet informs her.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mira asks a second time.
"Mira-"
"Oh shut up, Dain." Mira waves a dismissive hand, "let them answer me." She motions to her sisters.
"You've been busy," Y/N says, simply. "It's not exactly something we could send by letter and risk being intercepted."
"So it's my fault then?" She scoffs.
"It's no one's fault." Violet insists, "sometimes things just happen without it being anyone's fault."
"It's my fault." Y/N says.
"No, it's mine." Xaden argues.
"You saved him for me." Violet counters.
"I should've been down there with you, but Cath couldn't get past the wyvern." Dain chimes in.
"Unbelievable," Mira huffs.
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Mira leaves two days later, without another word to any of her siblings.
Dain delivers the news of her departure to Y/N when they are alone, in their room. "Mira's headed back, she only had seventy-two hours leave."
Y/N nods, "thank you for telling me."
He takes her face in his hands, thumbing over the apples of her cheeks. "Are you ok?"
"I am," she sighs.
Stubborn as ever. "I heard you were having a hard time in class today. I can help you. Three days off is more than enough for anyone to get lost in the text."
"Can I ask you something?"
"As my cadet or the love of my life?" Dain wonders.
"Both." She is both.
"Fire away."
Y/N's face softens to a near painful degree and Dain fucking melts.
She definitely needs more than Wing Leader, Aetos. "What's going on, baby?"
"At what point does all of this become too much for you?" She wonders, "because it's a lot for me and I don't have any choice but to endure it. You still have a choice."
Dain blanches, "Y/N, there is no point. There's never been a point. There's no line drawn in the sand, no unspoken limitation after which I will stop wanting to be with you. If that means sitting beside your bed while you take care of Violet, fine. If that means learning to navigate your new found...attachment to Riorson, consider it done. You need a Wing Leader, a tutor, a sparring partner, a lover, an ally, an accomplice, a friend; I'll be there. I am the shield sworn to protect you, I am your blade to wield. I am your shoulder to cry on. I'm here. I'm not leaving."
She nods, wrapping her arms around him. "I don't deserve you."
"Yes, you do," he insists. Dain shoves up the sleeve of his flight jacket, revealing his forearm, which once bore a patch of gray skin left by Jack Barlowe, the night Basgiath nearly fell. "Look."
Y/N runs her index finger along his smooth skin. "How?"
"I noticed it the morning after we..." he still isn't sure what to call what they do together. Referring to it as fucking seems incredibly callus. "Made love, after the isles."
"Oh." She healed him.
"We don't know the full extent of your power, I get how scary that must be for you. But even with all the power in the world, you are the one who decides how to use it. You're not powerless. You never were."
"This isn't how I expected to spend my second year." She admits, with a watery laugh.
"What were you expecting?"
"I thought I might enjoy the perks of sleeping with my Wing Leader and pick out a dress for next year, when he is a lieutenant. So that when he asks me to marry him, I'll be ready, because I don't want to wait."
Dain's mouth curves into a content grin, "you should absolutely still be doing all of those things. Because I don't want to wait either. It's you and me forever. In this life and the next," he promises.
"You and me."
"Should I get on my knees now, or later?" He whispers, lips ghosting over hers.
"Isn't one knee traditional?" Y/N giggles as he walks her toward their mattress.
He plunks her on the edge of the mattress, unlacing her flight leathers with practiced determination. "Fuck traditon."
"Fuck me." She offers, instead.
"I can do both." Dain murmurs, slipping the clothing down her legs. Only her panties separate him from the promise land. He noses at her through the dampening fabric. "It would be my honor."
Y/N's fingers tangle in his hair.
"Speak now, or forever hold your piece, Cadet Sorrengail." He warns before murmuring, "will you marry me?"
"Yes." Fuck yes.
Dain chuckles, "good answer, sweetheart. Gets your pretty cunt fucked by my fingers and tongue."
"Please."
"Shh," he hushes her, easing her underwear down her thighs and calves to the floor. "Tongue first," Dain muses, licking a firm stripe up her slit as he parts her legs farther. "I think about this every second I don't get to have you. I think about your taste, and all your sweet little sounds, gods, my cock gets so hard just looking at you."
"Dain, please." She attempts to pull him closer, to trap him there forever.
"Be good." He presses a kiss to her swollen bundle of nerves.
"I can't."
"You can, my love." Dain insists, "you're just spoiled." He seals his mouth over her heat anyway, devouring her needy cunt and thrusting his tongue inside. Lapping at her.
Y/N nearly sobs at the feel of it, at how mind blowingly good he is at this. "Gods." She squirms.
He grips her hips, yanking her closer, until her ass hangs off the edge of the bed. "There's nowhere to go."
"Ahhh!" She wails at the feel of his nose brushing her clit, as his tongue resumes its dizzying rhythm inside her. Fuck, she needs more and less and... "Dain."
His fingers stroke the skin of her thighs to soothe her as he forces her to take it all. Building her toward the pinnacle of release.
Thunder rumbles, and swells, and then roars within her. Exploding around them as her inner walls pulse around his still moving tongue. "Wait," she cries as he works her through the first orgasm, straight into a second. "Wait!"
"No more waiting, sweetheart." He groans, "take a deep breath and scream all you need to. I've got you."
Fuck, holy fuck. Waves of pleasure crash over her, again and again, until she doesn't know where one ends and the other begins. She screams, and cries, and cums so fucking hard she loses all sense of self. All sense of anything that isn't Dain. Even her thunder softens as she stops protesting, resigned to her fate.
Dain retreats when she is well and truly wrecked, slinking over her trembling, hypersensitive, body to loom over her. Staring down at her glossy eyes with more love than her heart can handle. It seizes, threatening to break like a dam and spill every ounce of adoration she has for him over this very bed.
"Are you still with me?"
Y/N nods, drunk on pleasure and he hasn't even properly fucked her yet. His cock lies against her lower belly and she draws her own knees up toward her chest. Presenting her sloppy heat to him.
"Baby," he croons, looking down at her in awe and a hint of surprised amusement. "I fucking love you."
“I love you more.” Y/N sighs.
He cups her slick, gently, running the head of his cock along her wetness, slipping inside. “Not possible.”
Her head falls back, arching toward him at the first delicious drag of his length against her sweet spot. She whimpers.
“I know I’m being greedy,” Dain presses a lingering kiss to her sweat damp forehead. “But there’s nothing in this world I love more than being with you. Inside you. Feeling you cum for me.”
“I-“ she can’t possibly climax again and yet. “I’m gonna cum, Dain.”
“Yeah, sweet girl, you’re clenching so fucking tight. I feel it.” He strokes her hair, resting his head in the crook of her neck and holding her tight.
“It’s so fucking good.” She shatters as Dain finds his own release. Pumping her full of him as he rambles out sweet nothings, her mind can’t make out. He really did fuck her brains out.
"That right there is one of the many reasons you're going to be my wife." Dain pants, pulling out and situating her sated body against his, "you rock my fucking world."
Y/N covers her flushed face with both hands as she laughs at the ridiculously corny joke.
They talk for a while, cuddling and soft kisses accompany their banter until they fall into a peaceful slumber.
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A knock at the door has Dain grumbling out a few obscenities. “Go away!”
“Really wish I could.” Brennan’s voice is anxious.
What now?
“Is everything ok?” Y/N asks, moving to a sitting position beneath the blanket.
“No.” Brennan says, “it’s Mira, just…get out here.”
Soul Splitter
Summary: In a desperate attempt to save the love of Violet’s life, Y/N Sorrengail created a monster. She must now undo the undoable, at any cost. Set during Onyx Storm. Same universe as The Rider Trap & Eyes Here.
Dain Aetos x Fem!SorrengailReader
18+ ONLY SMUT MDNI
It’s been months since Y/N’s mother gave her life to repair the ward stone at Basgiath. Months since she turned Xaden into whatever Xaden is. Months of Dain assuring her they will find a way to undo what’s been done. Months of reliving that moment, over and over.
In the off chance she manages to escape it during waking hours, it finds her in her dreams.
“Y/N, get out of here!” Xaden roars, sending up a thin wall of shadows in front of Y/N as she lands. Even through the rain, and impending burn out, he knows immediately which sister stands before him.
Her hair whips wildly in the wind, unbound from the dark roots to the silver tips. “You get out of here. You’re done for, Riorson.”
The sage chuckles, “do you take orders from the thunder wielder as well?”
Xaden forces himself to his feet, the task proving near impossible. “I protect my family.”
“And I protect mine.” Y/N agrees.
“This is all very touching, but we are running out of time.” The dark wielder sneers, “I will ask you once more. Take power from the source, become one of us, or I will kill her.”
Her? Violet?
Y/N reaches for the ground first, finding the rumble of power, not so different from her own. She lets Mal’s power consume her, swelling to white hot agony, then she forces it out. Down into the ground, the earth crackling in its wake.
The dark wielder is pleased, not realizing what she’s done. Or maybe he knows exactly what’s happened and is celebrating a premature victory. Either way, he waits with an expectant smile, for Xaden to touch the remnants of Y/N’s power.
“Xaden, don’t!”
Y/N wakes in a cold sweat, as Dain’s arms sway her from side to side. They are in their room in Aretia. Together and safe.
Xaden may belong to her, in some sick, unnatural way that’s eating them all alive, but Y/N belongs to Dain. Her pain, her joy, her tattered soul, belongs to him alone.
“It’s ok.” He breathes, “I’m here.”
The nightmares have been worse, since the search for Andarna’s kind left them empty handed. Since the irids refused to help fire their ward stone. Landing the final blow, in the battle for Xaden’s soul, by telling them there is no cure for venin.
“There is no saving him, soul splitter.”
That’s what the irids called her. Which is arguably better than ‘maker’ or ‘sire’ as the venin taken an interest in Violet calls her. Though there is no mention of a “soul splitter,” in any written text.
Chasing a non existent cure for a new subspecies of venin is not how Dain imagined spending his third year.
He thought maybe they’d make wedding plans for after graduation. Decide what strings they could pull to allow it sooner, the way they’d talked about since they were children.
Coupled with the fact Y/N is hesitant to be intimate, for fear of somehow turning him venin; their relationship is evolving to compensate. If he can get her to open up to him, to let go, just once, so she knows it’s safe…
She stares up at him, eyes falling to his lips as they curl into a grin. “Thank you, for being with me.”
Dain nods, stroking a hand over her hair. “I’m always going to be here.”
She nods, pressing a kiss to his lips.
He cups the back of her head, holding her there.
“Dain,” she sighs, unable to bring herself to break away. She loves him so fucking much, and she misses the feeling of him inside her. Completing her, loving her, but- “I can’t.”
“You can.” He hushes her, with kisses to her forehead and the tip of her nose. “You’re free to channel, or imbue, or whatever else you need to do to me, as long as I can have you.”
“Dain, please.” Her nails bite into her palms, forcing herself to hold out. “You don’t mean that.”
“I mean it. I want to be whatever you are.”
Y/N shakes her head, attempting to worm her way out of his arms. Despite every cell in her body screaming to stay.
Dain presses his forehead to hers. “I’ve been in love with you since I was six years old. You really think I don’t know every last one of your tells?”
She flounders, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
“You want this,” he croons. Running his nose along the length of hers.
“Of course I do.” Wanting him has never been the issue. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Dain seats her astride him, her hips bracketing his. “Let’s just try. If it’s too much for you, or too much for me, we can stop.”
“Ok.”
His mouth seals over hers, running his tongue along the seam of her lips. He shucks her nightgown up and over her head. Breaking the kiss only long enough to toss away the offensive piece of fabric.
She reaches for his bottoms, forcing them down to reveal his length. His hardened cock slaps against his abs as she grinds over him.
Dain lowers his mouth to the peak of her breast, sucking her perfect nipple into his mouth. Trapping it between his teeth, feasting, until she is molten need.
“Please,” she begs, this time for him.
“Please what, my love?”
“Fuck me, love me. Make me scream, make me cum.” There is no real difference, and it wouldn’t matter even if there were. Do whatever you want to me.
Dain groans, “fuck, sweetheart.” He rolls her beneath him. Tearing her panties at the seams to reach her wetness, skating his fingers across the smooth planes of her skin.
Then he’s inside her and she’s already right fucking there, on the brink of an orgasm so powerful she wails at the force of it. Tears gather in the corners of her eyes, as Dain circles and circles her poor little clit.
“Look at me.” He demands.
She forces her eyes open, focusing on his.
“See how good you are?” He croons. “You’re not turning me. You’re not hurting me.” He loves her too much, for too long, to let her punish herself for something she can’t control. “There’s no part of you I don’t adore.”
She shatters, having spent too long empty and hollow. Now she is full. Cumming hot and hard around his cock. “Fuck! Holy fuck!”
“Good girl.” Dain fucks her through one orgasm to the next, pinning her with his gaze as he tells her everything he’s wanted to since the isles. “You’re not a soul splitter. You’re not a sire. You’re not a weapon. You’re a wonderful, incredible, powerful, funny, kind person. You’re my favorite person.” He tilts her hips upward, angling them for one last, devastating thrust. Burying himself as deep as he possibly can, before finding his own release.
“And you’re mine.”
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Y/N finds a sense of normalcy, with life in Aretia, just before the wards fall. The venin are coming and every rider is l deployed to defend the city.
Y/N feels Xaden’s need to channel, his crumbling restraint landing like an arrow to her heart. She can’t get to him. Not fast enough. She can’t get to Violet. Only Dain is in her sightline, fighting off the wyvern circling Cath’s hind leg.
“My human.” Mal coos, “you must let the dark one go.”
“No.” Y/N allows power to pool beneath her skin. “He’s my responsibility, my family, I made him.”
“Cath is nearly finished, you only need to hold on a few more-”
“No.” Y/N may not know what she is, but she knows who she is. She might not be able to save everyone else, or even anyone else. But she has to try.
“Sweet one, you cannot.” Cath warns, but she only needs the next ten seconds.
“Talk to me.” Dain demands, “I need to know what’s happening so I can help you.”
Help me? “You can’t help me, I-” he’s stalling…they’re all fucking stalling. They’ll make her stop, they’ll talk her down, they’ll choose her every time because they love her. Everything they’ve done is for her, not for Violet or Xaden, not for Andarna, or even a cure. All of it was for her. “I love you.”
“Don’t you dare.” Dain snarls.
“You don’t have to say it back.” She coils her arms tightly around her torso, where the storm wages the strongest. Allowing it to build to a crescendo. She closes the bond to Dain and Cath as best she can. “Mal, I need you to give me everything.”
“I will not.”
The temple and the walls are going to fall. More people are going to die.
“I know this isn’t fair to you. I know you think it’s a bad idea, but I can’t live this way. It’s tearing me apart.” Y/N sobs, “I can’t live with what I’ve done and this is the only thing I can do to fix it. This is all I can do to help my sister and the man she loves. This is how I help Dain, who I’ve hurt beyond measure. I can save Cath and you and everyone else. I am begging you, Malentine. Choose me, one last time.”
“I will choose you until your hair is nothing but silver, until you wrinkle and wither with age, and your soul is committed to Malek. You will be my one and only rider. You are mine.” Mal will always choose her.
“I am yours.” There is no room for argument as the doors of Malentine’s power blow clear off the hinges. A sonic boom erupts from within Y/N, rupturing her ear drums and three wyvern drop from the sky with sickening thuds.
“Fucking wait, damn you!” Even as he curses her, Dain’s voice brings a smile to her face.
“I love you, Dain.” She shoots down the bond.
“Don’t you dare.” He says, a second time. “This isn’t how it ends, don’t you dare say goodbye to me.”
“It’s never goodbye.” Y/N feels her power trickling out in steady waves, feeding into the air, into the earth. Delegating fragments to Violet and Xaden and her squad. The first, directly to Dain, who she’s loved since she was five. “I’m going to find you, in every life time. I’m going to be with you forever, until you’re sick of me.” The burnout doesn’t burn, nothing hurts at all. The drain of power feels…right. Just a cycle, coming to a peaceful end.
“The wards have been secured.”
Surely a trick, a ploy to stop her. The ward stone cannot be fired without a willing irid.
Cath manages to fly close enough for Dain to jump to Mal’s back. He races for Y/N, taking her slackened body in his arms. “I’m not letting you go.” He rests his cheek atop her head, forcing her arms taut to her sides, until the rumbling fades. “I will have you mended a hundred, thousand, times until you stop tearing yourself apart.”
“Dain.” She relaxes into him, with a sigh.
“You are mine.” He forces her to stay awake, to stay with him. “I love you.”
“Brennan can’t mend the part of me that’s broken.” He can fix her body. Nothing more.
“Then I will.” Dain insists, “I’ll find a way.”
“Tairn requests your presence.” Malentine says.
“Go.” Y/N insists. Her vision is spotty and she can hardly fucking hear, because of her stupid ears. Leaking blood down the sides of her neck, to her flight jacket. But Tairn’s never asked for her, something must be wrong with Violet.
“She’s in no condition to fight,” Dain says. And he sure a hell isn’t leaving her.
“The wards are up. There will be no more fighting.” Cath reminds his rider.
When they arrive, several dragons and their riders are crowded around Violet, lying in the grass.
“What happened?” Y/N demands, as they dismount a few feet away. “You said the wards went up. How?” Andarna used her fire to power the stone in Basgiath.
“An irid from her den came to power the stone.” Cath tells them.
“Where’s Andarna?” She must be overjoyed at the news.
“She is gone.”
Gone? Dragons don’t leave their riders. Y/N stumbles, leaning heavily into Dain’s side to stay upright.
“The silver one will live.” Mal delivers the news, a touch gentler than her mate would have. “Her bond with Tairn holds strong, but she mourns.”
“Oh gods.” How does a rider even begin to mourn a dragon? “What can I do for her?”
“There is nothing to be done, sweet one.” Cath sends a wave of something down the bond, hoping to cushion the palpable breaking of Y/N’s heart. “Go to her. In time, she will recover.”
Dain keeps an arm around Y/N’s waist, steadying her until they reach Violet. Xaden cradles her in his arms as Violet stares up at the sky.
Y/N falls to her knees, “Violet?”
Nothing. Her sister says nothing.
Xaden’s worried eyes lock on Y/N’s. “I don’t know what to do.” He can’t fix this.
Y/N rests a hand on his arm, “you’re doing fine. Being here is enough.” It has to be. She takes her sister’s hand. “Violet, I’m here. Xaden and Dain are here, Rhiannon, Sawyer and Ridoc. Tairn is here and Sgaeyl. Cath and Mal are here.” She continues rattling off names. As though it might seal the cataclysmic void left by Andarna.
“She’s gone.” Violet chokes out.
“I know.” Y/N feebly strokes her hair, hoping to alleviate even an ounce of her pain. “I’m so sorry.”
The minutes drag on and Violet still struggles to breathe.
"Tairn, I know you're not supposed to speak to me. But if there's anything she needs, anything I can do, please-"
"I speak to whom I see fit, other one." Tairn's stern tone echoes through her head. "There is nothing you can do, except remain at her side. Yours is the oldest bond she knows. Only you have traveled with her from the womb. I am prepared to offer every comfort I can, but I cannot do what you can."
"Thank you." Y/N blinks the traitorous tears from her own eyes. "I'm going to take care of you." She tells her sister, "I'm going to be with you, always. I am never going to leave."
Violet clutches her hand closer as Xaden begins to lift her from the ground.
"I'm right here." Y/N repeats it like a mantra.
Each time Violet struggles for breath. “I’m right here.”
Each time her bottom lip quivers. “I’m right here.”
Each time she wakes in a panic. “I’m right here.”
"I'm right here." Y/N holds her tighter, just the two of them, curled together on the bed Violet shares with Xaden.
To his credit, he never complains, sitting dutifully at her side for three straight days.
Dain watches and waits, from Y/N's side of the bed. He and Xaden are out of their depths here.
Brennan is allowed entry to mend Y/N’s eardrums and any visible injuries the four of them sustained.
Y/N talks about anything and everything. Talks until her voice is hoarse and her throat aches. And when she is exhausted, Xaden takes over. Then Dain, then Rhiannon, Sawyer, Ridoc, Imogen, Quinn and the rest of their squad mates.
Getting Violet to eat and drink is their second priority, right after breathing. Sometimes she seems to struggle with even that, at the height of her sobbing.
She grieves, and they grieve with her. Riders are not meant to survive the loss of a dragon.
On the fourth morning, a new voice is heard in the doorway.
"What in Malek's name are you idiots doing?"
"Mira?" Y/N's head snaps toward her.
Their sister pinches her nose closed as she crosses the floor. "It smells like death and B.O."
Y/N looks down at her soiled flight leathers, struck by the realization that neither of them have changed their clothes or bathed, in half a week.
"Be nice, or get out." Xaden snarls, his eyes trained on Violet, as though she is going to disappear at any moment.
"It seems we've had enough 'niceties.'" Mira air quotes, "my sisters clearly need a little tough love and neither of you," her finger flicks between Dain and Xaden, "are capable."
"Tough love doesn't work for a broken heart." Y/N remembers dragging herself out of bed each morning for weeks after Dain left for Basgiath, and then crying herself to sleep.
"She lost a dragon, not a boyfriend." Mira grimaces as her sisters' respective partners stiffen. "No offense."
"None taken," Xaden moves to the door, pulling Brennan over the threshold to join them.
"Pain is pain," Violet murmurs, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
“She speaks.” Brennan marvels.
Mira nods, “she does.”
One Night In Chantara
Summary: Y/N and Ridoc have been thicker than thieves since parapet, but they’ve never slept together. One night in Chantara changes the course of their friendship forever.
Ridoc Gamlyn x Fem!Reader
Unedited, FFM threesome, poorly timed love confession, PWF
SMUT 18+ ONLY MDNI
Y/N Y/L/N crosses the parapet right before Ridoc, nearly losing her footing halfway across.
“You’re doing great,” he shouts over the fall of rain. Assaulting their ears and slicking the soles of their shoes, as if they need any help falling to their deaths.
Y/N wills her pounding heart to still. “Thanks, I almost just killed myself.”
“Almost is better than the guy ahead of you.”
The one who fell…
“Keep moving, sweet cheeks, we’re holding up the line.”
Sweet cheeks? “Have you been staring at my ass this whole time?”
“Yeah, it’s great incentive. Now move!”
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By second year, Y/N and Ridoc have made quite the name for themselves. Trading details about their lovers and sharing just about every other detail of their personal lives, without ever touching each other. A detail their squad mates deem as insufferable.
“You’re clearly in love,” Sawyer nearly bends his fork into a pretzel, in frustration. “So stop talking about fucking other people and start fucking each other. We’re exhausted.”
Ridoc tosses an arm around Y/N, “fuck each other?” He repeats as though it’s some kind of sick joke, “and risk contaminating our camaraderie with feelings and emotions?”
“No thanks.” Y/N shucks Ridoc off with a smile, squishing his cheeks between her hands. “As difficult as it may be to resist this fine specimen of a man, I’m not losing my best friend.”
“And as much as I may want to, respectfully, bend this lovely lady over every surface I see, we’re too good together to be together.” Ridoc agrees.
“See?” Y/N meets his almost longing gaze, “you just get me.”
Rhiannon huffs a laugh, “you’re idiots, both of you.”
“For now we just sit back and wait.” Violet says.
“What for what?” Ridoc demands.
“For one of you to crack.”
“My money’s on Y/N.”
“Please,” Sawyer scoffs, “it’s absolutely going to be Ridoc.”
“We’re not going to crack, ok?” Ridoc chuckles, “Y/N and I are solid.” He holds out his fist for her to bump.
“Solid.” Y/N agrees, knocking his fist with her own.
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“You got your eye on anyone?” Ridoc asks, from their table in the little Chantara bar.
“Maybe the bartender….” Y/N licks her lips.
“Mhm,” Ridoc grins over the rim of his glass. “The blonde.” Y/N definitely has a type, “good choice. Want me to be your wingman? I can feel it out for you.” He offers.
“You’d do that for me?” Y/N blinks at him.
“I would do anything for you.” Ridoc winks, “come up to the bar with me. I’ll do the rest.”
Y/N tosses back the remainder of her liquid courage and follows him to the bar.
“What can I get you?” The blonde woman asks, as they seat themselves in front of her.
“I don’t know,” Ridoc whistles, “how about the blonde bombshell behind the counter, for my friend here?” He motions to Y/N.
The woman throws her head back, in easy laughter. “Friend, huh? I thought you two were a couple.”
“What? Us?” Ridoc cackles, “no.”
“Why’d you think that?” Y/N wonders.
“Well, I’ve never seen one of you without the other and you seem close.”
“We’re definitely not together,” Y/N assures her, “this is my best friend.”
“So feel free to disrespect our non existent relationship.” Ridoc encourages, “stomp on it, actually.”
“Spit on it, even.” Y/N cocks her head to the side, with a sly grin.
The blonde extends her hand to Y/N first, “I’m Clara.”
“Y/N.”
Then to Ridoc, who kisses her knuckles, “nice to meet you. I’m Ridoc.”
“Do you always try to pick up the same person?” Clara’s blue eyes dart between them.
“Never at the same time,” Ridoc assures her. “But if I come across an above average individual who’s interested in women, I put in a good word for my girl.”
“And I do the same.”
“Would you like to be with someone at the same time?”
“I’m definitely not opposed.” Y/N lifts a shoulder.
“It’s not technically against our rules.” Ridoc agrees.
“My shift ends in ten.” Clara smiles, wiping down the counter. “Meet me around back.”
“Ok.” Ridoc slaps the countertop, pushing off his stool and downing his drink. He waits for Y/N to finish before following her out the front door.
“You sure you’re good with this?” Y/N looks to her best friend.
“I’m positive.” Ridoc smiles, “what could go wrong?”
“So are we going to…is touching off limits?”
“I hope not, Clara will be awfully disappointed.”
“No, I meant us.” She motions between them. “Are we going to touch?”
“I’m down for whatever you are.” Ridoc brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ve always wanted to go down on you, respectfully, of course.”
“Respectfully,” Y/N drawls, “same.”
“I’m gonna rock both of your fucking worlds.”
Y/N feels an unfamiliar pang in her chest. Longing? Jealousy? She shakes her head to clear it as the back door of the bar opens and the blonde joins them.
Clara nods toward the alley, “this way.”
“You want a ride, sweet cheeks?” Ridoc gestures to his back when Y/N doesn’t move. “Looks like the alcohol might be catching up to you.”
Y/N hops up onto his back, looping her arms around his neck.
Ridoc hooks his arms under her knees. “You gonna be our pillow princess tonight?”
“No,” Y/N laughs, “I’m sure I’ll get a second wind once there’s a pair of tits in my face.”
“Atta girl.” Ridoc hikes her up a bit higher. “I only brought one condom and I’m saving it for sweet Clara. I’m on fertility blockers, are you down to raw dog?”
The thought alone is enough to make her thighs clench around his waist and her mouth water. “Yeah, of course.”
“What are you two whispering about?” The woman, a few paces ahead, grins over her shoulder.
“Just discussing safe sex practices, darling.” Ridoc informs her.
“You have a condom right?” Clara turns into the building beside them, shuffling to the second floor and turning her key in the lock.
“He does.” Y/N nods, allowing her lips to brush the skin of his neck.
“Do that again and I won’t last long enough to use it.” Ridoc pinches her thigh, in relation before dumping her unceremoniously onto Clara’s couch.
Y/N squeals on impact.
Clara locks the door behind them, “come on.” And waves Y/N toward the bedroom.
The trio make quick work of their own clothes.
“So,” Clara climbs up onto the mattress, “how are we doing this?”
Ridoc looks to Y/N, hardened cock twitching in response.
Gods, he’s big. Y/N swallows, hard.
“Do you have a preference?” He asks.
Y/N shakes her head, unable to meet his eyes.
“Ok, well, Clara, you’re our main dish, so why don’t you lay down and get comfortable.” Ridoc desperately tries to catch Y/N’s gaze, but she won’t even look at him.
Clara fluffs her pillow, lying against it.
Ridoc closes the space between himself and Y/N, cupping her elbow in his hand. “You ok?”
Y/N nods. “Yeah, sorry. I got nervous for a second, um, I’ve never had a threesome.”
“I know,” he snorts a laugh, “you would’ve told me if you had. Look, don’t be nervous, you’re in good hands.” His hands.
Clara smiles, up at her, “do you need a little foreplay?”
Y/N nods, approaching the side of the bed.
Clara pulls her in for a kiss. A slow dance of teeth and tongue as her hands explore. The swell of Y/N’s breasts to the tops of her thighs. Finding her warm and slick. “Mmm. I want you to sit on my face, ok?” Clara purrs. “Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” Y/N breathes.
“Up you go, don’t be shy.” Ridoc encourages as he moves to the foot of the bed, skating his tongue over the apex of Clara’s thighs.
Had he just been watching them?
“Your ‘not’ boyfriend is pretty good with his mouth.” Clara tells Y/N, bringing her hesitant hips closer.
“I’m sure he is,” Y/N grips the headboard at the first lash of Clara’s tongue over her waiting need.
“I asked you to sit, not hover.” Clara chides.
“Sorry.” Y/N relaxes her thighs, giving herself over to the white, hot, pleasure. Gods, this woman knows her way around a pussy.
Y/N’s perfect ass remains on display for Ridoc as she works herself over Clara’s face. She’s fucking dripping.
He wants to fuck her with his tongue and his fingers and his cock. To make her scream as she comes undone. He rolls the condom down his length, circling Clara’s clit lazily as he eases into her.
Y/N is starting to whimper now, her hips stuttering as they fight to move faster. “Please!” She begs, at the brush of Clara’s nose against her clit as the blonde thrusts her tongue into her at a steady pace.
Possessed by a need he can’t explain, Ridoc’s free hand finds Y/N’s hip and her fingers come down to meet his, twining together.
Y/N fucking cums…squeezing his hand and rules be damned, he is in love with her. He’s always been in love with her and he always will be.
She rolls off their lover, completely sated as she watches Ridoc fuck her. Tending to Clara’s bundle of nerves so he can focus on keeping the blonde steady as he drills her into the mattress.
Teamwork makes the dream work.
Y/N finds Ridoc’s eyes, holding her prisoner as he fucks their lover faster. Beads of sweat forming at his temple.
“Does she feel good?” Y/N’s nimble fingers brush his shaft and Ridoc is nearly done for.
“So fucking good.” He grits out, lurching forward to kiss Y/N. Leaving her stunned as he pulls away, just as quickly.
Y/N chases his lips, forcing him over the edge of bliss with a growl as Clara’s walls constrict around him.
When they finally break apart, the blonde is staring up at them in amusement. “You two are disgustingly in love.”
“If you can still speak properly, we’re not doing our jobs.” Ridoc says, rather than confirming or denying. He pulls out, disposing of his condom and returning to the mattress.
Y/N has Clara situated, face up, on the pillows near the center of the bed. Feasting on her slick, leaving her own wetness exposed to Ridoc.
He bends at the waist behind her, taking the fleshy globes of the ass he’s loved since parapet in hand. He nips at the left cheek, soothing it with his tongue. Pressing his lips to the expanse of her smooth skin.
Clara stares down at his head of dark curls. “He’s literally kissing your ass.” She says to Y/N, as if to prove her earlier point.
“Sure am.” Ridoc lifts a shoulder, rising to line himself up with her entrance. It’s mine to kiss. He runs the head of his cock along the length of her slit, coating himself in her wetness before easing inside. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Y/N cries into the apex of Clara’s thighs as he bottoms out.
“There you go, sweetheart.” Ridoc murmurs, smoothing a hand up her trembling back.
“She really likes that.” Clara moans, as Y/N continues devouring her.
“Good,” Ridoc says, through gritted teeth. Stroking his thumbs over the small of Y/N’s back as she arches farther into him. “While you have her mouth occupied, I have a confession to make.”
Y/N tenses beneath him.
He rests a hand on the back of her head, not pushing, just keeping her eyes on the prize. “You keep eating her perfect pussy, baby.”
Both women sigh in unison.
“I love you, Y/N.” Ridoc murmurs, gaze trained on the place where they’re joined. Where her sweet cunt is wrapped deliciously around him. “I know that’s against the terms of our agreement, but there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Y/N releases a frustrated huff, swirling her tongue over Clara’s clit, to keep from turning around and slapping him for telling her this way.
Ridoc spits onto his thumb, bringing it down to circle the pucker of Y/N’s ass. Gods, he wants to fuck her there too. But the pressure of his finger alone has her squirming.
“Ridoc,” she whines.
“Hush, baby.” Clara strokes her hair, affectionately. “This is getting good.”
“I like you.” He winks at the blonde.
“Continue.” Clara waves a hand.
Ridoc clears his throat, “you never really had great role models, in the love department, growing up. Neither did I, but I think…I think we can figure it out. You and me can figure anything out. We’re gonna have fun, sweetheart.” Ridoc promises. “The rest of the relationship stuff, the big, scary stuff, we will work out as it comes. But I want you forever, no matter what.”
“Now?” Y/N keeps her fingers working inside Clara as she scolds the love of her life. “You tell me this, now?”
“I figured you’d be less likely to tell me it’s a bad idea.” His hips never let up, even as she begins clenching around him.
“It’s a terrible idea,” Y/N curls her digits upward, working Clara’s sweet spot.
“Fuck,” the blonde tosses her head back into the pillow.
“Play with your tits for me, beautiful.” Y/N pecks a kiss to her needy clit. “It’s probably the worst idea you’ve ever had, because if we fuck it up, I lose you.”
“You’re not going to lose me.” Ridoc presses his lips to her shoulder. “I fucking need you, like air to breathe. You think I’m gonna get mad at you one day and just stop being there? I would never do that.”
“I-” Y/N gasps as his careful finger breaches her entrance. It doesn’t hurt, but the stretch is maddening and she’s already so full. “I can’t think when you’re fucking me.”
“I’m flattered, truly.” He chuckles, “let’s make sure everyone cums and we can discuss it on the way back.”
“Deal.”
“Remember to breathe,” he encourages. Changing the angle of her hips to fuck her harder, deeper.
Clara finishes first, nudging Y/N’s head away at the overstimulation.
Which is a relief, seeing as it’s nearly impossible for Y/N to form a coherent thought, let alone flick her tongue. “You’re so deep, Ridoc.”
“And you’re taking it like a champ, my love.” The hand at her hip snakes around to find her clit. Circling once, twice, before she fucking screams her release. Milking his cock so perfectly. “Good job, baby.” He doesn’t let up, not with his fingers or his cock.
Y/N flings herself back against him and his free arm drapes over her torso, holding her against him.
“I can’t fucking-fuck!! Ridoc!” She wails, twisting against him.
“Yeah, baby.” He coos, “you’re ok.”
But she isn’t ok, she’s over worked and burning and so fucking sensitive.
“Poor thing,” Clara hauls herself to her knees, now at eye level with Y/N. She clicks her tongue, kissing the other woman’s pout, “you cry so pretty, he’s never going to be able to stop.” She cups Y/N breasts, rolling her peaked nipples.
Ridoc feels Y/N begin to clench around him again. “I love you,” he reminds her, “just give me one more.” Under any other circumstance, the sight of Y/N crying would be cause for alarm. But the tears of pleasure welled up in her eyes only serve to egg him on.
“I love you,” she sobs, cumming hard enough to sees stars.
Ridoc is babbling in her ear, praise and other nonsense her scrambled brain can’t begin to understand. He pumps her full of his release, allowing her exhausted body to fall forward against Clara.
The blonde smiles, “you two are welcome back any time.”
Eyes Here
Summary: After Dain’s betrayal during War Games, Y/N struggles to trust him. Established relationship, same universe as The Rider Trap
Unedited, PWP & Feelings, Dain Aetos x Fem!Sorrengail reader.
18+ ONLY, SMUT, MDNI
“You took something I told you in confidence, something you saw in my head and-”
“I know what I did.” Dain snarls, “I thought they’d disqualify them, make Riorson sit out of war games, at best. I did it to keep you safe.”
“At my sister’s expense.”
“Violet is fine.”
“Is she?” Y/N snaps, “alive, sure. But fine? She has to live with what happened, she doesn’t trust me. I don’t trust me.” She takes another step back. “Because every time the person I love touches me, he’s doing it to gain information.”
“That’s not true.” His hands ball into fists. “I have never, will never, touch you for information. I touch you because I love you. That hasn’t changed. I made a mistake and I take full responsibility for-”
“People died. Do you understand that? This isn’t just some little spat where we miscommunicated and you hurt my feelings. People are dead because I trusted you. Looks like both of us were wrong when choosing who to confide in.”
“You and I are tied together, like it or not. For the rest of our lives, we’ll be side by side.”
She hardly needs reminding.
“That requires forgiveness and good communication. Someone has to give a little.”
“I gave you everything, Dain. My mind, my heart, my soul, my body. I love you, dearly.” Y/N shoves at him as he takes a step closer. “But for some reason, I can’t seem to comprehend, it wasn’t enough for you. I’m never going to be enough for you.”
“That’s not true.” He seethes, “that’s the farthest thing from the truth and you fucking know it. I risked everything for you, time and time again. I made a piss poor decision, I won’t deny that, but it was to keep you safe, to keep Violet out of harm’s way. Can’t you see that?”
“I-” she snaps her mouth closed, swiping at the pathetic tears cascading over her cheeks.
“You are everything to me. Everything.”
“I can’t do this, Dain.” Y/N lets out a sob, “it’s going to kill me. Having to choose between you and Violet is going to tear me apart.”
“I’m not going to make you choose.” He cups her face in his hands. “I am in this. If that means looking out for Violet and Xaden, I will do that for you.”
Her chest heaves.
‘My human.’ Malentine croons, sensing her upset through the bond.
Then Cath, ‘sweet one.’
They’re suffocating her, lolling her into submission. She tries to shut them out, but the door is propped open and she can’t close it.
“I’m going to keep your secrets.”
“How can I trust you?” Y/N searches his eyes. Dain, who so clearly loves her. Dain, who’d do anything for her. Dain who takes her apart, Dain who puts her back together.
‘He is deeply sorry, sweet one. He would sooner die than betray you.’
‘But he did betray me.”
‘You hurt so badly, human of mine. Let us be done with this.’
Y/N continues fighting for breath, the space between herself and Dain has become physically painful. ‘Would you tell me if he’s lying? Are you even allowed?’
‘I will tell you,’ Mal promises.
‘I’ll die if you betray me too.’ Y/N warns, she won’t survive this a second time.
‘I will never deceive you. You are mine.’
Dain watches her, studies her as he waits. “I fucked up. You’re entitled to scream, yell, kick, punch, or whatever else you need to do to me. I’m here to help you in anyway I can.”
“You want to help me?” Y/N breathes.
“Yes, baby.” Dain murmurs.
“Then give a distraction.” She’s done talking, nothing he says in this moment is going to help her. Giving her an escape might do it.
His gaze darkens, nodding once in understanding. “Come here.”
“Don’t touch my face.” She warns, softly.
“You said you wanted a distraction,” he purrs, “so come here and take what’s yours. Take my mind, body, and soul. I’m already fucking yours, my heart is yours. Let me give you everything.”
“Dain,” Y/N sighs as his hands cup her cheeks. Stroking his thumbs along the skin there.
“I love you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, Y/N. Fuck!”
“My face is off limits.” She removes his hands, “you’re welcome to touch me anywhere else.”
He growls, “how long are you going to punish me?”
Not touching her face is a punishment? She softens, against her better judgment. Y/N knows Dain loves her, he probably does just want to touch her face, the way he has since long before acquiring a signet. “This isn’t a punishment. It’s a precaution. This is the only thing I can do to make sure you don’t hurt me.”
He fucking hates that. He hates himself. Unable to deny her request, he keeps his hands everywhere but. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
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Weeks pass, Dain still has to remind himself not to touch her face. He misses touching her, not just fucking her, but loving her.
He misses talking to her, he misses hearing the mundane details of her day, he misses Y/N. Who despite being in his bed, feels a million miles away.
“Baby?”
“Hmm?” She hums, not bothering to open her heavy eyes as she snuggles against him.
“Can we talk?” He runs his fingers along her forearm.
“We can talk whenever you want, Dain.”
“How’s Violet?” He wonders.
“I don’t know, she won’t speak to me because I’m still speaking to you.” She yawns.
“Do you want me to talk to her?”
“That’ll make it worse.” Y/N reasons. “She…Violet chose him, I chose you. We can’t help who we fall in love with, you know that. After graduation, we’ll probably be stationed at a separate outpost from them anyway.”
“I never meant for it to be like this. I thought she would come to her senses once she had space from him.”
“She doesn’t want space. It’s basically torture for them to be apart…you know how that feels.”
Dain knows the pain and pull of it. The all consuming need to be near Y/N and sometimes it’s Cath wanting Mal. Most times it’s just him wanting his girl. “This is why mated dragons don’t bond riders who aren’t in the same year.”
“Well apparently they do, and they did. Next year we’ll be in the same position.”
“Don’t remind me,” Dain grimaces.
“I don’t want to spend the rest of our time at odds.” Y/N admits, “I want you close. I want you in my head, in my heart, I want you under my fucking skin, Dain.”
He sucks in a breath, “I want to be there. Y/N, I want to live inside you. The way I feel about you has not changed. It never will.”
“I wish Athebyne never happened.” I wish Liam and Soliel were alive. I wish Violet didn’t have nightmares, I wish-
“So do I.” Dain presses his forehead to hers, “more than anything.”
She leans up on her elbow, staring down at him with storms waging in her eyes. “I’m sorry you have to live with that.”
“I deserve to live with what I’ve done. You don’t.”
“You were trying to do the right thing. Which I find incredibly sexy, most days. But I’m starting to think maybe…doing the right thing might be a little different now. Maybe the things we’re being told aren’t true. Maybe there is something else going on outside the wards.”
“So what do we do?” He asks, skating a hand down the length of her arm. Not her face.
“For now, nothing. No one’s going to tell us anything. Our only chance is to prove our loyalty in time.” Straight forward, no bullshit.
“Have I proved my loyalty to you?”
Y/N sighs, placing his wandering hand against her cheek, turning her face into it to kiss his palm. “Yes.”
His lips are on hers then, gentle and reverent.
“I love you, Dain.” She murmurs against his mouth.
“I love you more,” the kiss deepens. Pouring all of his heart ache of the past months into it. Pouring all of his love and grief and pain into it.
“Please,” Y/N reaches for his hardening cock. Clothes still absent from their earlier tryst.
“Anything you want,” he hushes her. “I’m yours.”
“Want you.”
He rolls her over, onto her back. “You’re going to have me,” Dain slips a hand between them. “Everyday and every night, until you’re sick of me.” He grazes her folds, lightly. So. Godsdamn. Wet. “I’m never going to leave you.”
“I know,” Y/N nods.
“There’s nothing in the world worth more to me than you.” He’s inside her with a single thrust, so deep. But he wants to be deeper, lifting her right leg and hitching it in the crook of his elbow.
Y/N whimpers, covering her face with both hands, still sensitive from her earlier orgasms. “Dain.”
“I need to see your face, baby.” He presses deeper still, to her cervix.
“That feels so good.” The words are muffled in her hands.
“I know, sweet girl.” Dain coos, “but I need your eyes here, or I’ll have to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” her hands fall away, fisting in the bed sheets.
“Such a good listener,” he murmurs, holding her gaze as he leans forward, cupping the back of her head and tilting it downward. To the place where they are joined. Dain presses a kiss to her forehead as she babbles, incoherently.
Her fingers graze the flexing muscles of his abdomen.
“See how well you take me?” His free hand splays across her lower belly, circling her clit with his thumb. “Every fucking inch of me was made for you.”
She’s beyond words or rational thought, all she can do is nod into his palm.
Dain flashes her a grin “you’re so pretty, sweetheart. All fucked out and we’re just getting started.”
“Uhh!” Y/N shifts her hips, restlessly, but she is completely at his mercy as he thrusts against that spot over and over. She’s going to do more than cum.
Thunder rumbles above them, inside her, enveloping them. Her power rallying to a crescendo.
“Gods, I missed this.” He marvels, pressing kiss after kiss to her flushed cheeks.
“I’m-”
“I know.” He tightens his hold on her. She’s never set fire or broken anything in his room, she has, however, sent every item tumbling to the floor at the height of her pleasure.
While her signet itself doesn’t scare her, losing control of it does.
Dain doesn’t slow, edging her closer to release, because he has her and he’s never letting go. Her puffy little clit remains trapped beneath the pad of his finger as he leans forward to catch her lips. He kisses her as she clamps down around his cock, cumming hot and hard around him as thunder shakes the floor beneath them.
“Good job, sweet girl.” He nuzzles her cheek, the roar of thunder still rippling through her.
“F-fuck!” Too good, too much.
“Can you do that again, for me?”
“Yes.” Her nails drag over the skin of his back, “but first, I think I have to pee.”
He groans, tossing his head back in blissfully agony. “You don’t, I promise.” Now’s the time he might’ve made his usual mistake of letting her go.
“I’m pretty sure I know better than you do.” Y/N lets out a breathless laugh.
“Trust me,” he presses down just a little harder on her lower belly, thrusting up into her at the same time and she wails.
“Dain,” she covers his hand with her own.
“It’s ok, I promise.”
Big, fat, tears well up in her eyes.
“Breathe.”
She sucks in a shallow breath, then another. Whatever he’s doing to her stirs something deeper than anything has before. And Dain has made her cum in nearly every way known to man. The coil tightens inside her, ready to snap. Her hold on Dain tightens as she sobs her release, coating him in her slick, spilling onto his thighs.
He can’t hold back at the feel of her gushing around him. Pumping her full of his seed. “I knew you could do it.”
“What was that?” Y/N wonders, when she’s recovered enough to speak.
“You squirted.” He pushes sweat damp hair from her face.
“I ruined your sheets.” Her cheeks heat up.
“Good.” Dain chuckles, “that means we did it right.”
“And the lamp is broken.” She motions toward the desk, now missing its light source.
He only smiles, withdrawing from her gently and tucking her against his side to avoid the mess they’ve made. “It’s fine.”
Y/N sighs, “if you say so.”
“I do,” Dain insists, “you were perfect. You are perfect.”
More Dain x Sorrengail reader
Reader with some concern: I don’t know what to do
Dain having the time of his life: 🗣️ just 🗣️ keep 🗣️ fucking 🗣️ me
Poor thing is like, “Yes, squad leader 🫡 I love you, squad leader!”
Cath doesn’t speak to her my ass 🤭
He has a soft spot for his human’s human lmao
The Rider Trap
Summary: After a misunderstanding, Y/N and Dain are no longer on speaking terms. Their mated dragons have other plans. (Literally just filth. Very little plot.)
Dain Aetos x Sorrengail!Reader
SMUT 18+ ONLY MDNI
Y/N and Dain have been ‘Y/N and Dain’ for as long as either of them can remember.
Dain is a year older and when he had to leave her, cutting off all communication for an entire year upon becoming a cadet, he wrote her every night. A year’s worth of letters stuffed into a box beneath his bed. A year’s worth of torture.
He tells her all about it once she joins him in the rider’s quadrant the following year. During stolen moments spent reacquainting themselves on his mattress.
Dain Aetos adores Y/N Sorrengail…and he can’t do a thing about it. Not when fraternization between first years and their superiors is frowned upon.
Once Y/N bonds Malentine, the most beautiful dragon she’s ever seen, she hopes Dain will ease up on the rules. When he doesn’t, she has no choice but to end things between them.
A feat she once deemed impossible, yet here she is. Suffering through it.
‘So you admit you’re unhappy.’ Malentine’s voice echoes in her head.
‘It doesn’t matter.’
‘It matters to me. Go to your mate.’ The dragon demands.
‘I don’t have a mate.’ Mating is a dragon thing.
‘You know what I meant.’
Dain. Her dragon wants her to find Dain. ‘Dain isn’t my anything anymore.’ He was her lover, her best friend, her everything. But this place ruined all of that.
‘You are each other’s responsibility.’
‘Just because you and Cath are mates does not mean-’
‘You are dense, girl?’ Malentine’s voice rumbles through her. ‘We are mated because we are bonded to you imbeciles.’
‘I don’t- I’m sorry.’
It is unheard of for dragons to become mates based on their riders…entanglements.
‘You spend your days yearning for him. He spends his days yearning for you. Subjecting Cath and I to your nonsense. Go. To. Him.’
‘I can’t.’
Dain kissed her in front of everyone after she bonded Malentine. Immediately regretting the forsaking of his precious rules and regulations. Swearing to never display affection for her again.
Dain doesn’t want her anymore.
‘Yes he does!’ Malentine scolds, ‘if you were prisoner to his inner monologue, you would know that.’
Y/N sighs. Cath can speak to her through the bond. He just chooses not to.
‘The human loves you. What he’s done is eating anyway at him and he did not mean it. He is sorry, he is-‘
‘I want to hear it from him.’ Y/N decides. ‘Tell Cath to tell Dain that if he wants me, he’ll have to do his own groveling.’
‘Very well.’
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Another week passes without so much as a word between them.
Y/N climbs into bed, waiting for sleep to find her. Only it doesn’t, something else does. A molten wave of desire unfurls in her belly.
She lets out an involuntary groan. Screwing her eyes shut tight and willing it away.
‘Mal?’ She calls through the bond, holding her breath through a beat of silence before trying a second time. ‘Malentine?’
‘Not now, human.’ Cath’s voice finds her instead. ‘Go find your mate.’
‘I don’t have a mate!’ She shoots back, but the proverbial door is closed. She needs Dain.
Against her better judgment, Y/N changes back into her training gear. Abandoning her nightgown and opening the door to the hallway.
Dain has found her. Standing in the doorway, panting.
“Dain?” It takes everything in her not to sob in relief.
“Do you feel it?” He backs her into the room, kicking the door closed behind him.
Y/N nods, lips parting at the sight of him.
“We need to talk.”
Again she nods.
“And we are gonna talk,” he promises, cupping her face in his hands. No matter how badly every fiber of his being screams to be inside her.
“Why? So you can throw me away again to maintain your stupid rank?” Y/N spits, ignoring the ache in her chest. And even more pressing, the throb between her legs.
“For my rank?” Dain’s scoff is more of a sob. “Is that what you thought?”
“What else would possess you to hide me? To stay away from me?” Why else would you leave me?
“I was trying to protect you.” He says, “not to paint a larger target on your back. I thought…it doesn’t matter what I thought. I was wrong.”
Y/N swallows, hard. “What about the rules?”
“There’s no rules prohibiting this. It’s only frowned upon.” He’s sure of it.
“And you don’t care?” She challenges.
“I never cared. I thought you did.”
“Me?” Y/N rears back. “No.”
He huffs a tortured laugh, “I’m an idiot.”
“Yeah,” she nods, “you are.” So am I.
Dain nearly doubles over as a fresh wave of need washes over him.
Without warning, Y/N reaches for the closure of her pants, not bothering with her top. She’s done being an idiot.
Their clothing falls to the wayside in their haste. The pair of them tumble onto the mattress.
Y/N’s thighs part for him, instinctively.
His hand cups her sex between them, ensuring she is ready for him. The way he always does. “Do you have any idea how much a rider has to love another for their dragons to mate?” He marvels, sliding his length easily into her wetness.
Y/N hisses at the delicious stretch, it’s been a while. Too long. “As much as I love you.”
Dain drops his head to the crook of her shoulder as he begins moving within her. “I dreamed about this. About you. How I would make it up to you for every night we spent apart.”
“Dain.”
“I can’t stay away from you.” He admits. Not now, not after this.
“Then don’t, please, don’t.” Y/N insists. “Kiss me in the quad and the courtyard. On the mat after you pin me. Kiss me on the flight field. Kiss me anytime you want. Marry me after graduation. Stay with me forever.”
Dain nods. “I’ll ask you the right way, with a ring and everything. I want…gods, I’d marry you right now. I would’ve done it before I left.”
His thrusts are fast, desperate. Pressing kisses to the side of her face as it contorts in pleasure.
Y/N can only whine in agreement, her mind too far gone.
“I almost dropped to my knees when I saw you make it across the parapet.” Dain goes on anyway. “You are so strong. I love you so much. More than anything.”
Her fingers tangle in his hair, moving his mouth to hers. “I love you, Dain.”
The familiar flutter of her inner walls tells him she’s close. “Can you cum like this or do you need more?” His fingers on her pretty little clit.
“I want more but…I don’t know if I can take it.” She’ll surely combust with the inferno boiling in her veins.
“I’ll be gentle.” He promises, snaking a hand between them.
Y/N wails at the delicate brush of his fingers. Arching toward him, helplessly.
“That’s it,” he circles the bundle of nerves so sweetly. Never letting up on the pace of his thrusts.
“I’m-” Cumming. So fucking hard she stops breathing all together.
“Good job, baby.” Dain fucks her through it, “I can feel you. That’s perfect, sweetheart. I missed you so much.”
“Fuck!” She’s still cumming, unable to come down from her high.
Malentine and Cath are going to kill them.
Dain pulls out, spilling his release over her thighs and lower belly. A practice they’d adopted the first time they made love. An unnecessary precaution.
Y/N pouts up at him. “I need it inside.”
Dain is still rock fucking hard, he flips her onto her stomach. Pulling her ass high in the air.
Her back arches, presenting her throbbing need to him.
“Let’s get you full, yeah?” He coos, caressing the soft globes of her ass.
“Please, Dain. Please.”
“Shhhh,” he hushes her, burying himself to the hilt. “I’m going to give you everything you want. Everything you need. You’re mine. Everyone will know it.”
“Yes,” she cries, fisting her hands in the pillow as he presses deeper. “Yes.”
“You’re mine.” He says, a second time, “mine to protect, mine to train, mine to fuck. Mine to love.”
“Holy fuck, Dain.” She clutches the fabric harder. There’s nowhere to go. Nothing to do but cry out for him as he bullies that sacred spot within her until she sees stars.
Y/N screams her second release.
“Breathe, sweet girl.” Dain does not slow, propelling her toward the next.
“I can’t.”
He chuckles, a bit breathless himself. “You can, I promise.”
To her credit, she does try.
“Will you show me what’s in that pretty head of yours?”
She takes the hand closest to her head, pressing it to her temple. Granting him permission.
He climaxes a second time at the glimpse into her mind. Memories of him and her. Both of them together, the way they are always meant to be.
Y/N wriggles her hips, “I need-”
Dain pulls out, dropping to the mattress on his back and moving her over him. Now straddling his hips, “take what you need.”
She rises up, positioning his cock and sinking down. He feels impossibly large this way. Y/N tosses her head back, realizing that in the haze of lust she’s hardly kissed him. She bends forward, sealing her lips over his. But it’s nothing more than a sloppy exchange of teeth and tongue. She lets out a disgruntled huff. Unable to fuck him the way she needs to fuck him and kiss him at the same time.
“It’s ok, baby.” Dain understands, helping guide her hips to a greedy rhythm.
“I want to kiss you.” I want to kiss the love of my life.
“Here.” Dain repositions them so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard, Y/N still in his lap. Their noses brush with each cant of her hips. “Kiss me.”
She does, pressing her lips to his desperately as she climaxes again. It’s not enough, she wants more, needs it like air to breathe. And this…if it was a lot before, it is officially too much. The need is only intensifying. “I don’t know what to do.” Y/N says, in defeat.
“Just fuck me, that’s all you have to do. I’ll make it better.” Dain murmurs against her lips, though he himself is not entirely sure how. “I’m right here.”
She clings to him, sobbing her release into his neck, unable to stop.
“You’re doing a good job.” He cradles the back of her head as she resigns herself to whimpering against him. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I meant every word I said, you know that?”
She nods, allowing his free hand to slow her movements to a steady churn. Forsaking the ravenous pace, though the need does not subside. Harder. Faster. More. “I can’t cum anymore and I can’t stop.” The coil in her belly tightens again.
“Oh, baby.” He gentles her, “I’m sorry.” She feels like heaven around him, her walls constricting with her impending release. “Cath and Mal have to come up for air sometime.” Dain reasons.
“Does this happen a lot?”
“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.”
Y/N nods. It’s going to be a long night.
More Dain x Sorrengail!Reader HERE & HERE
Part 3 of L&L has my whole heart. Super interested in the little snippets of reader’s backstory being raised in the war camp. Adds another layer to Cassian’s dedication to reforming them. I also love how willing she is to carry as many babies as Nesta wants. The jealousy over Helion’s proposal is chef’s kiss.
Aww, thank you! Yeah, Cassian hates to see a war camp treating females unfairly. Y/N has no problem being the one to carry their babies as long as it keeps Nesta safe. (Nesta wants lots of babies with them.) Nesta’s huffing and puffing about Helion wanting to fuck her mates and they’re like “don’t worry, he wants to fuck all of us.”
Lord & Lady Bloodshed (Part 3)
Summary: Y/N and Cassian are constantly on the move, leaving their new mate alone more than Nesta is willing to tolerate. Mentions of fae cycles, nothing too spicy this time. 18+ ONLY MDNI
Part 1 | Part 2
Nesta wakes to a crippling pain in her abdomen.
Y/N and Cassian are no where to be found. Presumably off doing Rhysand’s bidding as usual.
Nesta attempts to stand, but the pain and the blood rushing out between her thighs has other plans. She collapses back onto the mattress.
Feyre warned her once about fae cycles being excruciating, Nesta brushed it off. Perhaps this is her punishment.
“Y/N! Cassian!” If they were somewhere inside the house they would’ve heard her. Nesta finds that golden thread connected to her ribs, her mating bond, takes hold of it and pulls. The first time is gentle, a warning. Half of her expects at least Y/N to materialize before her immediately.
Her wife almost always comes first to check on her, to assess for danger and or upset, before reporting back to Cassian. A system that has served them well as Generals over hundreds of years. Y/N is the communicator, the complaint hearer, the emotional support. Cassian is the strong arm, the push past their limits-er, the punisher.
Nesta waits, however impatient, for five whole minutes before finding that string again. Digging her claws into it and yanks, as though she means to tears it loose. Unlike the gentle pull, this does something.
Y/N and Cassian appear before her, the former doubled over in pain with Cassian curled protectively around her. Holding a hand to her aching heart.
He surveys the room as Y/N continues attempting to steady her breath.
Nesta springs to her feet, the pain momentarily forgotten. “Is she ok?”
“What do you think?” Cassian whispers. Nesta is fine, no injuries, no cause for concern. His blood boils at the realization.
“I-”
“What the fuck, Nesta?” Cassian snarls, siphons glowing red. He loves Nesta, deeply, truly, to his bones. But for her to rip and tug at the bond like that…to hurt their mate like that-
“Yeah, Cassian.” Nesta throws up a hand, “what the fuck?”
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Y/N continues rubbing at that place in her rib, where the bond had tugged.
“What’s wrong is that-” Nesta breaks off. “You said you wanted me. You married me and bought me this, huge, beautiful, wonderful, lonely, house and left me in it. You left me to train with your stupid friends and to decorate and to-”
“I thought you wanted to learn to fight.” Cassian grits out, still unable to unclench his teeth.
“I wanted one of you to teach me. Or both of you would’ve been better, but that would require you actually wanting to spend time with me.” Nesta doubles over as another wave of pain passes through her, so viciously she nearly vomits.
“Nesta,” Y/N sighs, crossing the room to her.
“I just wanted you.” Nesta admits, falling feebly into her arms. “I wanted you and you weren’t here. I didn’t know when you’d be back and I- I know you have responsibilities to the Night Court and to Rhysand. But I need you too.”
“Of course you do.” Y/N smooths down her sweat damp hair. “It’s ok.”
“This is unbearable.” Nesta sobs, the rush of hormones, the bleeding, the pain. All amplified tenfold from her time as a human.
“I know.” Y/N gentles her onto the bed. “Everything will be alright now. We’re gonna help you.”
Cassian shifts between feet, not knowing what to do with himself.
“Cass, can I have you draw her a bath with the special soaking salts and then ask Mor to bring us a week’s worth of the pain tonics. We also need my heating pad and then regular pads. Probably some chocolate. Would you like candy, my love?” Y/N coos, in a voice so sweet, Nesta bursts out a fresh batch of tears.
Nodding into her wife’s neck.
“Ok.” Y/N tucks her beneath the covers, splaying a hand over Nesta’s lower belly. “Come here and give her a kiss,” she instructs their husband. “Tell her you love her and that everything will be alright.”
Cassian does as he’s told. “I love you, Nes. I’m sorry I yelled at you. You scared the hell out of me. We’re going to take care of you. Everything is alright.” He kisses her sweaty forehead ten times over.
More sobbing. “I love you so much, Cassian.”
He looks to Y/N, “how in the hell am I supposed to leave her like this?”
“You’re helping her.” Y/N reasons, “I’ve got her until you get back.”
“I’ll be quick, sweetheart.” Cassian promises, breaking away from Nesta while he can still bring himself to do it.
Nesta curls in on herself, taking Y/N’s hand with her. Still crying, her heart flayed open and aching, same as her womb. “I thought…” I was pregnant.
“Remember how we told you it takes a while for most fae?” Y/N murmurs.
“What if I can’t-”
“Then I will carry them.” Y/N assures her, “as many as you’d like. They’re going to be ours anyway.”
“It wouldn’t matter to you?” Nesta sniffles.
“No,” Y/N hushes her. “Not to me, or Cassian, or anyone else.”
“I wanted…to give that to you.” The beautiful gift of life.
“Oh, Nesta.”
“I wanted to give that to myself.” To prove she could create something, someone truly good. Made entirely of love.
“What if the reason you can’t conceive is because the baby might have wings?” Y/N doesn’t care about Rhys’ gag order. She can’t let Nesta think it’s her fault. She can’t. “Your body wasn’t made to birth a baby with wings.”
“Can it be altered?” Nesta asks, casually enough Y/N blanches.
“I’m not sure, we can look into it.”
“You don’t sound thrilled by the prospect.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you, but if this is what you want, I’ll find a way.”
“I’m sorry for earlier, with the bond. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Nesta whimpers as her uterus ties itself in a proverbial knot.
“It’s alright,” Y/N presses a kiss to her shoulder, “I’m stronger than I look.”
“You look pretty strong to me.” Nesta grimaces.
“When I was growing up, they used to make us run for two hours a day when we were on our cycles.”
Her wings, her cycle, her- “they tortured you.”
“It…” Y/N breaks off, “the way I was raised, the way Cassian was raised, was all rough and tumble. Never a gentle hand, never a hug, never a kind word. By the time we met, both of us were incredibly hard. Callused. But we understood each other. It is not a lack of love, only a lack of know how. I will learn how to love you the way you need to be loved, Nesta. Cassian will learn.”
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Nesta is never alone after that, either Y/N or Cassian is with her at all times. Occasionally both of them.
Whatever duties and obligations they have to Rhysand take a back seat to finding a solution to Nesta’s inability to conceive and carry an Illyrian child.
She knows there must be more to it, the urgency of her mates is not lost on her. She wonders if maybe one of her sisters have found themselves in a similar predicament. Nesta doesn’t ask.
When Nesta’s cycle is nothing but an unpleasant memory, she resumes training of her own volition. Mostly with Gwyn and Emerie.
Y/N finds it difficult to raise a weapon against Nesta. And Nesta…she can’t bring herself to spar with Y/N at all. One glance at the fabric of her Illyrian fighting leathers stretched over her baby bump has Nesta dropping her sword.
Cassian, on the other hand, Nesta enjoys sparring with. For all he adores her, he never holds back. Cassian fights the way he loves, fast and hard. Metal on metal. Rough and tumble.
Nesta does finally gather the courage to ask her mates where it is they go to gather information about their current predicament. She finds herself in the Day Court the following morning.
Nesta trails just inches behind Y/N and Cassian, their wings nearly touching, concealing the view of what’s ahead completely.
“It’s just through here, baby.” Y/N assures her through, the bond.
“We’ll take you in to greet Helion, then he’ll excuse us to his library. He won’t bother us once we’re there.”
“Much.” Y/N corrects their husband. “He won’t bother us much.”
“Bother us how?” Nesta wonders.
“You remember how he wanted to…sleep with us?”
After the meeting of the High Lords, yes. Nesta remembers the way her blood boiled from her own stubbornness. If anyone fucked them that night, she wanted it to be her.
“We didn’t do it, Nes.”
“But he’ll probably ask, especially with you here.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful, Nesta.”
Nesta’s chest tightens. She wonders idly how many times Y/N will have to say it before her own response lessens. Y/N is the most beautiful woman, fae or otherwise, Nesta has ever seen. She stole the breath from High Lords and Ladies alike. Her wife is made of starlight. “So are you.”
Cassian chuckles, “that’s why he’s going to ask.”
Oh. Nesta tugs on the bond lightly. Mine. Mine. Mine.
“If you want to experiment we’ll do that for you.”
“No.” Nesta shoots back. She doesn’t want to share either of them with anyone else, ever. “I only want you.”
“Aww, we only want you, baby.” Y/N coos.
“Try not to rip his head off.” Cassian warns before pushing open the doors.
“Hello, my dear friends.” Helion greets them, moving to stand from his golden throne. “You’re here for the library again?”
“Yes, Helion.” Y/N answers, with a kind smile.
“You’ve brought a guest.” He notes, still unable to see much of Nesta behind her mates’ wings.
“Helion, we’d like to formally introduce you to our mate and wife. Nesta Archeron.” Cassian steps slightly to the side.
Y/N parting in the opposite direction, presenting her like a prized possession.
“Mother above, no wonder only the Night Court’s laid eyes on her since the war.” Helion drawls, “you are magnificent, Nesta Archeron.”
“I’m flattered.” Nesta says, watching the High Lord close the distance between them and press his lips to her hand.
“If the three of you are ever feeling adventurous, I would love to-”
“Sorry, Helion.” Nesta cuts him off. “I’m very possessive.”
His plush lips curl up into a grin. “Smart.” Helion nods. “I’ve wanted to play with your mates for hundreds of years. I would be possessive too.”
“We’re here to see your library,” Nesta tells him. “I hear you have a very impressive collection of books.”
Helion’s eyes search her face, measuring the weight of her words and her conviction. Deciding if she could be easily swayed. “Of course, my Lady.” He grins, “right this way.”
Eternal Spring (Part 5)
Summary: Tamlin, Lucien and Y/N explore their relationship, the war to reclaim territory beyond the wall draws closer.
Warning: Smut 18+ ONLY MDNI
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
“So,” Y/N drawls, watching Lucien tug on his trousers from her place on their bed. Tamlin’s strong arms still around her as he snores lightly.
“So?” Lucien turns to her, with a smile.
“You can stay, you know?”
He freezes, stops breathing all together. “I hadn’t realized that was part of our arrangement.”
In the days following their love making, Lucien would please them and then take his leave.
“Do you…not want to stay with us?” Y/N whispers.
Lucien crouches down beside the bed so they are at eye level. Passing a hand over her hair as he speaks. “Of course I do. But I have not shared a bed in years.” Not to sleep anyway.
Y/N leans up on her elbow. “We’re not going to change our minds about this, Lucien. Not about you or the way we feel.”
Lucien’s eyes flicker down to the duvet, now resting just below her swollen breasts. Nipples still darkened from his ministrations, begging for his mouth, his attention, his love. He kisses her outstretched hand. “Sleep, sweetheart.”
Y/N sighs, “I’ll sleep better with you here.”
The redhead narrows his russet eye at her. “Tamlin is here.”
“You’re not interchangeable. I want you here.” Y/N licks her kiss swollen lips, “please.”
“Spoiled absolutely rotten.” Lucien shucks off his bottoms, climbing back into bed.
Tamlin wakes to the soft motion on the mattress beside him. “Finally decided to stop running?” He grumbles.
“It hasn’t done me much good.” Lucien decides, staring up at the ceiling as Y/N’s head settles against his chest. Tamlin behind her, coiled tightly to her back.
“I love you, Lucien.” Y/N yawns.
“I love you.”
“I love you, Tamlin.” She whispers.
“I love you, my darling.” Tamlin murmurs, “I love you too, Lucien.”
Lucien smirks, “here I thought I was your darling.”
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“This painting is lovely.” Ianthe’s voice pulls Y/N from her thoughts.
The framed canvas is a tapestry of stars over a moonlit city. That same image Feyre had shown her through the bond. Nothing like the Court of Nightmares most believe it to be. A secret. “A gift from my sister.”
“I’m so sorry to hear about your falling out. I’m sure that must be very difficult for you, especially at a time like this.” Ianthe croons, dragging her finger along the newly minted wooden rocking chair in the corner of the nursery.
Y/N is visibly pregnant now, about two thirds of the way through her term. Her mint green dress accentuates the curve of her bump. “Feyre and I have our differences, but she is still my sister.” Their ‘falling out’ was nothing more than a ploy, to gain Hybern’s trust and stay near the top of his lists of confidants. “I love her dearly.”
“Of course you do.” Ianthe puts a hand to her heart.
“Do you have sisters?” Y/N wonders, striking up idle conversation with the High Priestess is a useful pastime. Get in her head, learn how she thinks and use the information as needed.
“No.”
Y/N paints on a smile, “do you want one?”
The question stuns the blonde, a crack in her careful, poised demeanor. “I suppose it would be nice.” She redirects her attention to the nursery room decor. “This rug is lovely too. Another gift from Feyre?”
“Lucien, actually. He helped us choose all the furniture and accessories.”
“There is a way,” Ianthe drawls, “to have them both. If you’d like your relationship to be more widely accepted and recognized.”
“How?” Y/N wonders. She is not ashamed of Lucien, or the love the three of them share, but they have kept to themselves.
“Your mating bond with Tamlin has been verified and blessed. Your marriage to him is…superfluous, really. If it were to be dissolved, your mating bond would remain intact and you would be free to marry Lucien. Legitimizing any children you may have together and ensuring their rights to anything Lucien may inherit.”
“Oh.” A child with Lucien isn’t something Y/N has considered. Does he even want children?
“As your sister may I offer you a harsh truth?”
“Please.”
“You are a beautiful female, males have gone to war for less. You have abilities, however untested, you are sought after. You are kind and good to your people. You are beloved by not only a High Lord, but a High Lord’s son. You have the ability to bear children, a gift so few possess. Males have gone to war for less. Less than what you are and whatever power you may possess. If they cannot have you for themselves, they will try to destroy the claims your children hold to any court if you let them.”
“Lucien is seventh in line for High Lord of the Autumn Court.”
“You will be surprised at how quickly the line of succession changes during a war.” Ianthe hisses, “your children may hold positions in the Spring and Autumn Courts. It is imperative to consider these things now, lest the child be born a bastard.”
A bastard. Y/N blanches, her child, a life conceived from her love of Lucien…bastard. “I don’t care for that term. It is outdated and degrading to both mother and child.”
“Forgive me,” Ianthe dips her head. “I forget you are rather progressive in thinking. These systems have been in place longer than I have been alive to see them. If you wish to change them, it will not happen in the blink of an eye. I only want to help you.”
“Thank you for looking out for me.” Y/N offers a kind smile. “I appreciate it.”
“My lov-Lady.” Lucien corrects himself, catching the first glimpse of Ianthe in the doorway.
Y/N holds a hand out to him. “Ianthe was just discussing the ins and outs of our situation with me. Going over our options.”
“That is very kind of her.” Lucien swallows, dipping his head to kiss Y/N’s knuckles almost obscenely. “But you are needed by the High Lord for the petitions.”
“Needed for what?” Ianthe wonders, “she should surely be resting.”
“To give her much needed opinions on the matter.” Lucien’s grins. Though there is no kindness in his eyes as they land on the high priestess.
Y/N’s gaze darts between them, something’s happened. Something…awful. “Lucien?” Y/N takes him by the arm.
Lucien draws in a breath. “Tamlin is waiting for you, my sweet. Go to him.”
“I will,” she blinks at him.
He pats her cheek in parting, “I’ll be there soon.”
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“May I see our monetary allowance for this hearing?” Y/N looks to her husband. “Please?”
Tamlin’s jaw twitches, still he nods. Presenting her with a solid figure.
Y/N moves to stand, “I would like to try something. If my High Lord permits.”
“By all means,” Tamlin crosses his arms over his chest.
Y/N looks to their people, a group of nearly fifty, all staring expectantly at her. “What I would like to do is hear each of your needs and requests, before allocating our resources. They will go first to those in dire need, so on and so forth. We all get to weigh in and make this decision together, because we are one. Would you like to try this?”
The crowd whispers amongst themselves.
Y/N wants to reach for Tamlin, to hold his hand. But if she is to earn the title of High Lady, she must learn to stand alone when necessary. To make decisions.
“Yes, my Lady. We are willing to try.”
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“You were incredible at the hearing, my love.” Tamlin presses a kiss to Y/N’s cheek once they’ve retired to their room.
Lucien stands near the doorway, nodding his agreement.
“There is something else I’d like to discuss.” Y/N clears her throat.
“Of course,” Tamlin pops the button of his shirt cuff.
Y/N looks to Lucien now. “Would you want to…be married? Bound to us in that way?”
“I would like to be bound to you in every way.” Lucien strokes a finger along the curve of her cheek.
“Do you want children?”
“My love,” he tosses his head back in easy laughter. “Where is this coming from? Let us get you through this pregnancy first and then we will discuss another.”
“I just want,” Y/N trails off, “I want it to be equal between us.”
“It will never be equal between us, Tamlin is your mate. Even if I am your husband, your loyalty to the bond will surpass anything you feel for me.”
“I don’t think that’s true.” Tamlin chimes in. “There’s something to be said for the bond we share, but you are just as much a part of this as we are. You are our companion, our equal in every respect. I will raise your children as my own as I hope you will mine. I am bound equally to you, Lucien.”
Lucien swallows hard.
Y/N cups her hand over her mouth, speaking directly into her mate’s ear.
Tamlin smirks. “Let us prove it to you. Do you want her mouth or her cunt?”
Lucien hisses a curse.
“Silly question,” Tamlin beams at him, “you want both. Same as I do, I suppose a better question would be, would you like to fuck our sweet girl while I fuck her mouth? Or would you like your cock sucked by our wife as I fuck her?”
A sly smirk graces Lucien’s mouth. “I’d love to have her perfect mouth first, assuming that is ok with you, dearest.”
Tamlin’s thumbs skates along Y/N’s bottom lip as she nods. He positions her at the center of their bed, swiftly removing their clothing as Lucien does the same.
The female whines as her husband cups her sex, already dripping with the prospect of what’s to come.
“Oh, my sweet,” Tamlin sighs. “So needy, what are we to do with you?”
“Fuck me,” Y/N keens.
Tamlin leans down, pressing a kiss to the small of her back before withdrawing his hand, replacing it with his cock.
“Please.” Y/N whimpers, harder, faster, more.
“Give our sweet love something to do with her mouth.” Tamlin looks to Lucien.
The redhead climbs onto the mattress, taking a fistful of hair from the nape of Y/N’s neck to guide her toward his painfully hard cock. “I love you so much.” He murmurs as her lips instinctively part for him.
Between the two of them, it does not take long for her to find release. It is not a tender thing, rather a harsh crescendo of pleasure. Leaving her keening and thrashing in its wake. She whines around Lucien’s length, leaning heavily against his thighs for support.
“Hush, my love.” Lucien coos.
“You’re gonna be ok, baby.” Tamlin smooths a hand up her back. “You cum so pretty for us, we just want you to do it again.”
Y/N’s defeated cry is garbled by Lucien’s cock. She’s trying so hard to please them both, tears spilling onto her cheeks with the effort.
“Shhh,” Lucien hushes her. “It’s hard to concentrate when Tamlin is making you feel so good, isn’t it?” Lucien breathes, stroking a hand over her hair.
“Yes.” Y/N pants, “I’m sorry,” her fingers stutter, where they stroke his skin. “I love you. Let me try again.”
Lucien lets out a dark laugh, “oh, my darling girl. I love you. I’ll make it easy for you, my sweetheart should never have to do anything hard.”
“Thank you.” She whispers.
Lucien realizes she is cock drunk and desperate, but she is being unbearably sweet. His heart aching in his chest, overcome with love for her. “You don’t worry about moving at all. Let me do all the work and fuck your pretty mouth, hmm?”
Y/N nods.
“Open,” Lucien tugs at her chin.
She opens her mouth, tongue rolling out to greet him.
His thick velvet cock ghosting over it, before pressing in. “Good job, my love. Suck me just like that.”
Y/N’s moan is muffled by his length.
Tamlin’s thrusts don’t let up, gripping her hips, keeping her in place. Brows furrowed in concentration.
Lucien leans forward, mindful of their sweet girl between them.
Tamlin follows suit, “kiss me.” Y/N’s cunt clenches hard around him at the words.
Lucien’s lips are on his, needy and desperate. The feel of Y/N’s mouth nearly overwhelming.
“Is our girl making you feel good?” Tamlin growls.
“Yes.” Lucien chokes out.
“She is everything to me. You are everything to me.”
Y/N whines around Lucien’s length at the sweet words. The males stroke her skin lovingly.
“And the two of you are everything to me.” Lucien grounds out, his sack tightening with impending release. “I live for you and die for you. Wage war for you, fall on my sword for you. It would be my great honor to marry you, raise children with you, share a life with you. Maybe it cannot be the three of us on paper but…”
“Semantics,” Tamlin nods. “We will have our own ceremony, the three of us. It matters more to me that our children will be taken care of.”
Our children.
Their kisses grow sloppy, panting against each other. Tamlin moves his hand from Y/N’s hip, curving around it to find her bundle of nerves and she keens. Arching her back as best she can.
“Next time, I want to fuck you into her.” Lucien murmurs, catching Tamlin’s bottom lip between his teeth.
Y/N loses it, cumming so hard around Tamlin’s length he has no choice by to follow.
“Fuck.” The blonde curses.
“Yeah?” Lucien smirks.
Tamlin grabs him, strong hand fisted in Lucien’s red locks. “Do whatever you want to me.”
Lucien grunts, shooting long, thick ropes of his seed down their lover’s throat.
Tamlin pulls back slightly when he is finished, bending at the waist and pressing a kiss to Lucien’s lower abdomen. Right above Y/N’s sweet head. He gathers her hair over her shoulders, lips ghosting over her skin. “You did so good for us, my love.”
She releases Lucien with a wicked pop, cock sliding free, hanging heavy between them. “Thank you.”
Her breath hits Lucien’s length and he shutters as he passes a hand over her hair. Her elbows give out, face now resting against the sheets. Her hips still held high by Tamlin’s grasp. Softening cock buried inside her.
After a long moment Tamlin pulls out, leaving a sticky mess in his wake.
Lucien shuffles off the bed, leaning down to Y/N. “Are you alright?”
Y/N opens her heavy eyelids. “What do you think?”
“I think you haven’t moved.” Tamlin chuckles, landing a love tap against her still raised behind. A perfect display of her pretty cunt, leaking with his spend.
“I can’t move.” She admits, “clean me up, then I will roll onto my side and have a long nap.”
Lucien pounces toward the foot of the bed, burying his face between her thighs. Laving her slick with his tongue, tasting her and Tamlin together.
Y/N wails. Babbling incoherently gripping the sheets, her release is swift and brutal.
Tamlin abandons the damp cloth on the bedside table. Racing onto the mattress to comfort her. “It’s alright, my darling. We’ve got you.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuccckkk! Please.” Y/N presses back into Lucien’s hold. Strong arms looped around the front of her legs. Her aching bundle of nerves fully exposed to his greedy tongue.
“Shhh,” Tamlin hushes her. “You’ve got one more for us, huh baby?”
She shakes her hand against his hand.
“No?” Tamlin laughs, moving a hand beneath her torso to cup her breast. Stroking over her nipple with the pad of his finger. “I think you do.”
She sobs, thighs taut with her impending release. “I-”
“I’m gonna hold you so tight.” Tamlin assures her, “I won’t let you break.”
She reaches for him with shaky hands.
Tamlin lies down beside his mate, sliding his arms around her, keeping her close. “What sweet torture it is, to be so loved.” He coos, swallowing her cries of pleasure as she climaxes a third time.
Lucien takes mercy upon her, peppering her thighs and backside with kisses. “You’ll miss dinner if you fall asleep now.” Lucien warns.
“I’m sure one of my husbands will bring it back to bed for me.” Y/N drawls.
“And what if we also require a nap?” Tamlin whispers, reaching for the abandoned rag and offering it to Lucien.
“Whoever wakes first brings dinner.” She yawns, landing on her side, just as she promised. Soothing a hand over her belly, “they’re awake now, it seems.”
Tamlin climbs in behind his mate, placing his palm over the place their child is kicking. “Sleep now, my darling.”
Lucien presses his lips to the delicate skin of Y/N’s bump, in the space between Y/N and Tamlin’s fingers. “Sleep.” He echoes, making himself comfortable on the opposite side of Y/N. The infant in her womb making its presence known even as she sleeps. A subtle thumping where her belly is pressed to his side.
Yes. He decides, I want a child with you. One that is half him and half her, the best of them combined into one perfect little babe. One day. But for now, helping raise a child created by the two fae he loves most in the world is more than enough.
Lucien strokes Y/N’s hair absently. Catching Tamlin’s attention.
He cracks an emerald eye open, “everything alright?”
“Yes.” Lucien stiffens.
“Then why are you awake?” Tamlin chuckles, “two rounds normally puts you out for at least an hour.”
“You know what I…what it was like after what happened to Jesminda.” The name passes through his lips, broken and reverent.
Tamlin’s hand finds his, clasping their fingers together. Mindful of the strands of Y/N’s hair between them. “Yes.”
“If anything happened to you or Y/N- our child, I would not survive it.” Lucien swallows hard. “I did not mean to love again. Not ever, if I could help it, because I can’t-”
“Lucien.” Tamlin breathes.
“There is something else, but I need it to stay between us for now.”
Tamlin bristles, he doesn’t like keeping things from Y/N. Lucien knows this.
“We need this alliance with the King of Hybern to hold. She will not be able to play her part with Ianthe if we tell her. Y/N will lose control.”
“What happened?” The words escape Tamlin’s throat in a low snarl.
“I went to retrieve Y/N for the hearings, Ianthe was in the nursery with her, pouring honey in her ear. I know Y/N is too clever to be caught in her web, but still, I wouldn’t leave them alone together too long.”
Tamlin nods, urging him to continue.
“After Y/N had gone, Ianthe attempted to seduce me.”
“What?”
“I told her I wasn’t interested and she…she went on anyway.”
“She put her hands on you?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll kill her myself.”
“You can’t. Not yet, we need her.”
“We need you, Lucien.”
Lucien runs a hand over his face, “Y/N was hesitant to leave me. If we tell her now, it will gut her and she will not be able to move forward with this alliance. I am begging you, do not tell her.”
“As your High Lord, you have my express permission to evade Ianthe by any means necessary. She does not lay a hand on you, by my authority. If she so much as tries, you are to stop her. Remove her hands, if you must.”
“Tamlin-”
“This is final, Lucien.” Tamlin growls, claws slipping through his skin. “As your High Lord, I command you. You will not fall on your sword for me, not this way. Y/N was able to harvest that fire from your power, it is already inside you. Do not fear it. Use it as you must.”
“Tamlin.” Lucien says again.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
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‘We found a way to stop Hybern from using the Cauldron.’ Rhys’ voice sounds through the bond. Startling and harsh, in the middle of the night.
‘But we will need the cooperation of the human queens.’ Feyre chimes in.
‘Why?’ Y/N wonders.
‘The book of breathings. It was split in two. Half is held by Tarquin in the Summer Court. The other by the queens.’
‘Maybe if we show them why it’s important they help us? We show them that this will benefit them as well?’ Feyre continues.
‘How?’ Tamlin demands.
‘A meeting beyond the wall, in the human lands. Show them that we have something to lose too.’ Our sisters and father who are still human. ‘We present them with the ways we are alike and hope they will choose to help us.’
I love how Rhysand yells at reader that she can’t get Nesta pregnant as though he fears she somehow could or would find a way
She’s like, “I know I can’t get her pregnant, Rhys. Cassian’s gonna do it for me. ” 😂
