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She/Her, 27 "Look deep within my eyes, and see all the words a mouth can't say, and only a heart can understand. "

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— Red Symphony —

vampire!skz x female!reader (separately, voyeurism included)

Prelude: vena subclavia (I.N)

Continuance: vena occipitalis (Seungmin)

Extension: vena cephalica (Felix)

Prolongation: vena mammaria (Han)

Interlude: vena cava inferior (Hyunjin)

Furtherance: vena saphena magna (Changbin)

Persistence: vena fascialis (Lee Know)

Epilogue: vena jugularis (Bangchan)

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OMEGAVERSE OT8 x Reader: part 4

Poly OT8 x Reader

Description: Jeongin and Minho help Y/N through this wave of heat. Y/N thinks it must be really nice to have a pack

[warnings: oral (male-receiving), knotting, cum/slick play, cum sharing, threesome, dirty talk, piv, no protection, mentions of being hospitalized d/t heat, a little teeth action, lots of groping, alphas: Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jeongin/omegas: Minho, Felix, Jisung, Seungmin, general omega verse antics]

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a/n: hiiiiiiii, me again! Sorry this took literally forever and the fic is not even done yet ofmdgfmgog, but I didn't want to make you wait any longer! You have all been very patient with me so thank you! I found that it's a little easier to two a couple pairings at a time to establish some dynamics before going balls to the wall orgy, but the orgy is coming, trust meee!!! I'm once again worried about this taglist haha, I hope I added everyone who wanted to be on it! Thank you all again for such sweet comments, I hope you enjoy more poly OT8 omegaverse brain worms!

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Y/N had always wanted to be in a pack. 

She had never thought much about it, but it was just something that she knew she wanted. Something that, when they learned about them in school, she was bummed they were recognized as a necessity of the past and no longer an evolutionary requirement. Y/N remembered, even in her school-aged days, thinking about how nice it would be to just have a group of people to cuddle, kiss, and love. She always had so much love to give in her heart, barely able to bottle it sometimes -- it felt like it would be too much for one person. 

And sometimes it was. She could be clingy and needy, but she knew people didn't like that, so she reeled it in the best she could. Alpha partners she's had in the past always praised her for her independence, so she thought that's what they wanted from her. To not need the constant scenting and the cuddling, even if a knotting didn't precede it. Y/N would like to come home and curl in someone's lap and scent them until they melt into each other in such a way that you wouldn't be able to tell where she ended and they began. She would like to nest with their clothes outside of her heat without it being weird. She'd want to be a little whiny and have them placate her with kisses and coos about how she's cute. 

With omegas, that was easier. Y/N had casually dated a couple of omegas before, but they always ended up breaking things off, usually when the other person realized how much they missed being knotted. Which. . .well, that sucked. Especially because with omegas, constant scenting and snuggling were sort of a given; finding comfort in each other and understanding the hormonal shifts and instinctual needs was nice. Y/N didn't feel like she was as much of a bother with omegas as she felt like she could be with alphas, if she expressed all that she wanted all of the time. 

Beta partners were somewhere in the middle for her. They were always very sweet and calming, but she was still too worried about being too much that she almost accidentally always made it seem like she didn't like them at all. It was frustrating, because most of the time she liked them too much, which was precisely why she was trying to be "normal". Y/N had only two long-ish term relationships with betas, and both times it didn't work out, Y/N couldn't help but feel like she was the problem.

It was a heavy load on her shoulders, though. To be in a pack would be so nice; if there was something she couldn't give to one person, it'd be quite easy for them to find it in another without her feelings getting hurt. And if there was something she needed, she'd have a couple of avenues to obtain it without making someone else uncomfortable having to put up with her. Sometimes she thought maybe she was being selfish, wanting to have her cake and eat it too, but it was just a fantasy is all. A maladaptive daydream that got her through hard times. 

And then she met Felix. 

Felix used to just be the sweet, omega customer who always seemed to come around when she was the manager on duty at work, and they were drowning. He smelled so sweet, all the time, free of his scent patch and with a pretty smile on his mouth. He ordered the same strawberry smoothie and raspberry muffin every time he came in during the morning rush. Y/N, no matter how overwhelmed and busy they were, always made time to ask how his day was and drew his name with a silly little cat on the plastic cup. She warmed his muffin too, just because, and he'd always wish her well in a very deep voice that rarely matched his appearance. 

That's all he'd been for a while -- just her favorite pretty customer that she liked to daydream about. Y/N thinks it'd be fun to date Felix, because he wears pretty clothes and he's sweet, and whenever she asks what his plans were for the day, it always seemed like something fun. In a couple of her daydreams, she would ask him what he was doing after she got off shift, and he would say he's free, then Y/N would suggest something super casual like staring longingly into each other's eyes during a walk in the park. And then he'd fall in love with her, ask her to be his girlfriend, and they'd scent and cuddle and melt into one being or something, she doesn't know -- it was just another fantasy. 

But then one day, she's literally having the worst shift ever. One of her coworkers was on vacation, and the other called in because her cat ate a hair tie and needed to go to the vet. Which left Y/N alone to deal with the morning rush, and of course, it was a Monday, so every person in the city decided they needed coffee from this shop in particular. It didn't help that they were in the business district, which is good for business, but bad for break times if you wanted one. So her feet were aching, her upper back hurt, she reeked of the espresso she accidentally got all over her apron, and she burned her hand on the oven when she was warming a sandwich. It didn't help that she'd not slept much the night before, and her weird situationship had officially called it off randomly at 4 AM because he met a cute omega who was really into scenting and cuddling and needed him the way he wanted to be needed (which Y/N could have done too, if she wasn't so busy trying to not be herself and seem nonchalant, but he was sort of a dick anyway). 

Really, it was a bad day all around. When the morning rush had finally settled, and Y/N was holding her face in her hands with her elbows resting on the counter -- the doorbell chimed again. She hadn't even bothered looking up while she attempted to steel herself before she took a deep breath, so she didn't cry as soon as someone gave her their complicated coffee order. 

But then a deep, but caring and soft voice said, "Y/N? Are you okay?" 

She looked up to see Felix, but he wasn't alone. To his left was another man who looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine page and into her cafe. His hair was ginger at the time, but she could tell it was dyed and mussy atop his head in a fashionable way. Y/N hated that she was meeting Felix's hot, sexy alpha friend when she probably looked seconds away from morphing into a coffee bean, but she still mustered her best smile. 

"Oh, hi Felix," she cleared her throat, then willed her voice not to wobble, "Um, it's just been sort of a horrible shift so far." And Felix, who always smells like jasmine and the wind in spring, oozes the most comforting scent. It took her a second to realize he was doing it to calm her down -- she realized she probably must stink, with how stressed she was, but he didn't even wrinkle his nose when he walked in. His friend was looking at her with a small, empathetic pout, but he had a patch on his neck that covered his scent entirely. His glasses slid to the tip of his nose, but he pressed them back up, "Hi, Felix's friend. What would you guys like to drink?" 

Felix placed a hand on the man's shoulder, squeezing a little, "Why don't you come sit down, hm?"

"Oh, but I should really clean out the machine since there's some downtime," she motioned toward the back, "I'm the only one here, so --" 

"Just for a little?" 

So Y/N did sit with them. She found out that the guy with Felix is named Jeongin, and actually, they were dating. It was a blow that snuffed out every daydream Y/N had about dating Felix and skipping along their omega merry way -- like a cigarette under the toe of a boot. She sort of wanted to cry about it, but she thinks that was more so a product of the day she'd been having, and this just piled on top of it. Honestly, she always knew she didn't stand a chance with Felix; he was out of her league and too good to be true. There was no way it would have surpassed fantasy status. 

However, when Y/N asked him when he and Jeongin met and how long they'd been together, he said, "Oh, for a while now -- like, 7 or 8 years? That's when we started the pack at least." 

She paused, blinked at them a couple of times as the sentence processed in her brain. 

"You're a part of a pack?" She repeated, and Felix nodded, grinning. 

Felix spoke with his hands a lot, but he grabbed his phone like he meant to show her a photo of them all. "I know it's not super common anymore, but yeah -- I think packs get a lot of flak for being some old age, primal arrangement, but it's actually super fulfilling and really lovely, so --" 

"Yongbokkie," Jeongin spoke -- he didn't speak a lot, but from what he had said, Y/N thought his voice was pretty. She knew that he hadn't grown up in Seoul, though, and his slight lisp was really cute, "You're making her cry." 

And Y/N felt bad, that when Felix looked up, her eyes were filled with tears. His face warped into that of pure distress as Y/N shook her head, covering her face, "No! No, I'm okay, I'm sorry," her voice warbled, "You're in a pack? That's so amazing! I think that's so beautiful, I've always wanted to be in one myself, haha, they should be more common?" 

The sound of a chair scooting against the floor was loud, scraping an echo that bounced off the sides of her skull. Her head hurt that day, too, she remembered, and her stomach grumbled at the same time as everything else. She just wanted to crawl into her nest and bury herself in blankets until the day washed away. It was all so embarrassing; Felix probably should have grabbed Jeongin's hand and run the hell out of there before she could do anything else humiliating. 

But he doesn't. Instead, he plopped down in the chair beside her and drew her into a hug. It was the sort of hug that you give a friend you've known for a long time, not your barista that you're familiar with, but Y/N melted into it all the same. He smelled so good, and his hand was delicate and gentle against the back of her neck, where he petted her carefully. He squeezed her, "When's the last time you ate, Sweetheart?" 

She sniffled, her voice muffled against his chest, "I -- um. . .Well, I had half a bagel around 6, but then I dropped the rest on the way here." 

Y/N could hear the pout in Felix's voice, "That was 6 hours ago, and not nearly enough," he clicked his tongue, "I bet you haven't been drinking any water either. Innie used to work in a cafe, so he knows how to use the little oven, yeah? He's flipping the sign to ‘closed’, and he's going to warm you something. You need a proper break." 

If that was what it was even remotely like to be in a pack, Y/N understood the appeal even more than she had before. Felix wiped away her tears and spoke to her gently, and Jeongin did somehow work very diligently in warming her one of their sandwiches. They were very nice to her, and after she ate something and took a few pain pills from Jeongin's stash in his bag ("They tease me about being a walking pharmacy, but everyone's really grateful when they need something."), she felt a lot better. 

"Thank you," she remembered saying before they left, "I really appreciate all of this so much, and I'm so humiliated I kind of want to espresso myself." 

Felix squeezed her thigh, still pumping out all these comforting pheromones to set her back at ease, "Don't worry about any of it," he told her, "I'll be back tomorrow for my usual, okay?" 

After that, Felix would either come by himself or bring a different packmate each time, slowly introducing Y/N to all of them. She wasn't sure what he was doing apart from just going on mini dates with his boyfriends. It did sort of seem like he was plotting something, but she couldn't put a finger on what and couldn't explain why it felt that way, so she ignored it. All of his packmates were very sweet, and if they were able to talk for a couple of minutes, she understood why Felix loved them all so much. They were funny and silly, and all of them were so pretty it was almost annoying. 

He had introduced her to everyone but Chan, who Y/N understood to be the pack alpha. The opportunity to meet him came in an invitation; one afternoon, Felix told Y/N they were having their first barbecue of the summer season the following Saturday and that she was welcome to come. 

Y/N had felt a little hesitant at first. "Would that be okay?" She remembered asking, twisting the strings of her apron around her index and middle fingers. Felix had come alone again to propose this. If she didn't know any better, then she'd think he'd done it for her benefit, so that she wouldn't feel pressured by two people staring at her waiting for an answer. But that would be giving herself a little too much self-importance, she thought, probably. Hell, what if they don't even know that he was inviting her? Felix probably just saw her as this sad little stray on the side of the road with no pack and no prospects, and wanted to feed her -- get her out of the storm, fluff her up, then take her to a shelter. "Like. . .to come to your home? That's okay?" 

Felix tilted his head, "Of course," he replied, "Why wouldn't it be?" 

She remembered shrugging, "I -- oh, I don't know. I just thought pack houses were sacred or something." 

He scrunched his nose, "Yeah, it might have been sacred before Jisung's hole-y underwear entered it," he giggled, "We want you there! Everyone likes you, you know? And I'd love to hang out with you for longer than a lunch break or a chat in between you making lattes. If you're interested, at least." 

Of course Y/N was interested! She had tried to map out what their house looked like 1000 times, so to actually get the offer -- she would've been stupid to turn it down. 

So she agreed, and she went, and she meant Chan the first time and just about drooled. She'd never met a pack alpha before, and even in the first couple of minutes, she understood why he was. Could see why they all trusted him wholeheartedly, why they chose him as their leader. He smells good, like the sort of breeze you only smell when you're close to the ocean. He's not super tall, but his presence alone makes it feel like he's looming over them at 10 feet. And he walked like his knot was fat too, so like. . .yeah, Y/N was a little bewitched. 

Plus, he was nice. He was soft when he spoke to her and gentle. His hair was soft and pretty, long like Felix's at the time. He was mostly tied up with grilling when she was there, but she saw him interact with his pack members throughout the night. How he acted cute for them, how he would sort of whine and bleat for attention every so often. It was fun to see that he wasn't some intense, silent, brooding presence. 

They were really welcoming. Felix stayed by her side that whole night, and Minho silently piled her plate with plenty of food (and Y/N thought it was cute how his ears went red when she went back for seconds of the kimchi-jjigae and told them how delicious it was). She shared a relatively big piece of meat with Felix and tried the pepper that Hyunjin offered right off his kabob skewer (she found out very early how much Hyunjin loved omegas, and how willing he was to share anything and everything). Changbin praised her for eating so well, then went on a spiel about protein and carbs and some fitness stuff that went right over her head, and Jeongin called her noona right away, hiding behind her in the pool when Changbin and Jisung were chasing after him, splashing. Jisung pouted when she was braiding shells into Felix's hair (he had a whole pack of them), until she gave him a tiny braid with a shell close to the front of his head. Seungmin was silly, and they locked eyes when he was cheating in whatever water game they were playing, so he put a finger up to his lips, and Y/N nodded, agreeing not to say anything. 

And toward the end of the night, when the sun was starting to set, and Chan was dripping water from his hair, he plopped down in the spot beside her on the edge of the pool. "Felix has told us loadssss about you," he told her, and Y/N was practicing an absurd amount of self-restraint not to look at his bare chest, "I'm sorry I was never able to make it to the cafe and meet you properly. Everyone kept saying how nice you were, though, so I'm glad you could come today." 

"Oh, that's -- yes! Thank you for having me," she motioned around, "Your home is really beautiful. And the food was very good, I don't think I've eaten this well since I moved out." 

Chan chuckled, and it was warm, and bright, and wow -- was a requirement to be in the pack to have pretty, plush lips or what? "Well, you're welcome to come over any time you want. It's good to have a little estrogen in this house now and then," he waved his hand at all of the men in the pool, splashing around, "It's sort of a cock fest." 

Y/N laughed, and at the sound of it, Felix came swimming over underwater, appearing suddenly at her feet, "What's so funny?" He asks, eyes still closed but tilted in her direction. His small hand grabs her calf and squeezes. Jisung comes too, on his orange slice floaty, bouncing off the edge of the pool. 

"Yeah, you haven't laughed like that for me all night, and I know for a fact I'm funnier than Channie." 

Chan's response was to jump into the pool and take Jisung with him, splashing into the water, and Y/N squealed a little with Felix, who twisted to look up at her from the pool. His hands gripped the edge, and his chin rested on the side of it. They'd been in the sun all day, so his freckles were even more prominent than they usually are, blinking up with her with a gaze so big and brown she understood every meme she'd seen about people having boba eyes. 

"You're having fun?" He inquired, smiling up at her, and even if she wasn't, she would have lied. But thankfully, there had been no need to -- Y/N was having a lot of fun, actually. 

"Yes," she agreed, "A lot! I think I'll probably sleep really well tonight." 

Felix grinned even wider, pressed his face into her damp calf, and held her ankle, "Yay," he cheered, "You'll have to come over all of the time then." 

And he really meant it. Felix invited her to everything, and then, when the others got her number, they started inviting her places too. It's how she ended up in Osaka with Jisung, in this whole, huge predicament where he started his heat during a convention (they both watched the same show, and Minho, who would have gone with him, had already agreed to house sit for a relative, so he couldn't). Y/N had smelled it on him as soon as he peeled his scent patch off the first day. He had been fussing, whining, had one single shirt that Y/N recognized as Felix's (but now she wasn't sure because they all share their clothes), and she had realized that was his nest. 

(Y/N remembered being pretty nervous, because she'd never helped someone through a heat before, especially someone who was mated. Honestly, she didn't even know if she was allowed in his "nest" at first, until she'd very gently, tentatively said, "Jisungie? Can I put some cold cloths on your head?" and he grumbled, kicking his feet, saying, "Why aren't you in here cuddling me? Do you hate me? If you do just say it!") 

After that, Y/N thinks she'd solidified her spot as a permanent friend. She'd only had Jisung alone for a day before Chan and Hyunjin got there, and he was still early enough in his heat that he didn't need her to get him off or anything. But she'd been prepared to help in all ways that she could. They were all very grateful to her for looking after him, and when being in such close quarters with another omega in heat, inevitably threw her into hers a couple of weeks early -- well, they told her to let them know if she needed anything. 

Y/N had kept it a secret, how hard her heats were. She wasn't in the business of being a burden or a bother, especially when she knew they were all so busy. The last thing any of them needed was some random, unmated omega complaining about how horrible it was to go through her heat alone. How her cramps were debilitating, enough to have her doubled over and unable to move for hours. How her fevers reached such high temperatures that it was getting borderline dangerous, if she didn't sit in a cool bath to try and bring it down. How she wouldn't be able to get out of bed, trembling even to grab the water and protein bars she placed on her nightstand for easy access. How, no matter how many times she rode her knotting dildo, or used a vibrator, or even just her hand, it was never satisfying and nowhere near enough to satiate her desires. 

It sucked, but she was used to it at that point. Her heats had always been horrible, starting from her very first, so she went to the doctor's regularly for check-ups. So there was a clear history of when they started getting worse, the longer she went unmated, with only a few dips in severity if she was in a relationship. Even then, no matter omega or alpha or beta, Y/N's heats were intense. Being knotted and/or scented by one person just didn't cut it. 

So when her doctor said she should try one with a pack. . .well, it made sense. It all made so much sense, even though it was scary, and exciting, and nerve-racking. Maybe it was something written down to the very sequence of codes that made her DNA. Perhaps that's why she'd always wanted to be in a pack so badly, not just a want, but actually a need of some kind. She needed a pack. Her body needed it, her mind needed it. 

But there weren't just hundreds of packs looking to add someone on a rainy day. And as soon as her doctor had suggested it, Felix's face popped into her head immediately. Felix and his sweet smile, in their big nesting room that he'd shown her once while taking her through the house on a tour. The big, nice nest, with all his mates, and all of them welcoming her inside of it, and scenting her, and holding her, and... her eyes did tear up some, yeah. Could you blame her? That seemed so nice! There was no way she could ask, though. . .no way she could impose that on all of them. She would just need to stick it out like she always did, suffer through it, and come out on the other end hopefully. 

The days come and go, and the threat of her heat is making her stomach turn all the time. It would be a bad one, she could sense it already, and it was when a violent set of cramps tore her from bed one morning that she decided that she needed to call. It would be nice to at least see. And if they said no, then she wouldn't spend the whole time wondering if it could have happened. She knew, though, that she couldn't call Felix, because Felix would say yes in an instant -- he wouldn't even really think about it, and probably wouldn't consider how anyone else felt on the matter. She needed to ask the person she knew would look at it from an objective view. . .one that would see the whole picture, rather than just seeing their friend in pain. 

So she called Chan. She stumbled through the request, and she waited very patiently for him to discuss it with his pack mates. She'd prepared herself, with an aching belly, to hear something along the lines of 'We're sorry, but that just doesn't really work for us, we only accept pack members mating cycles and adding you would kind of be a bother', pacing back and forth, gnawing at her bottom lip, pulling at her upper one, feeling her eyes bead with tears on and off. Y/N was scared. She really didn't know what she would do if they said no. 

"We discussed it, and yeah, you can spend it with us." 

And wow! How exciting! Y/N packed with such a skip in her step, her cramps didn't even matter anymore. She'd get to go over, and they'd treat her like a pack member, probably, at least a little bit, and even if she couldn't go into the nesting room, she would be happy just to be around all of their scents. Maybe they'd let her nest in the guest room or something. Or maybe Felix's room? He'd sent her a message that night promising her that he would take care of her no matter what during her heat. That he'd already called off work, so there would always be someone in the house regardless. She was nervous, because these were her friends and they were about to see her in not her best state, but still excited. Y/N knew they'd take care of her well, whether they wanted to be intimate with her or not. 

All of that led her here. She was snuggled into Jeongin's side with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. His glasses were at the tip of his nose while he scrolled through his socials, and she could tell he was pumping out more of his scent for her. Felix and Hyunjin had both left the nest -- Hyunjin to shower, she thinks, and Felix to eat? Or maybe he was showering too. She isn't sure -- they'd been showering together the last few days, so she didn't know if he was planning on keeping that up or not. Y/N would understand if he wanted to get clean, though; she'd had them in bed all morning. She'd lost track of how many times they'd made her cum, how much slick she'd gotten on them, how much she sweated. Hyunjin was sweaty too, almost like he was in heat, but she knew that his baseline was pretty sweaty (and he still always smells so good, which is unfair). 

Her waves of heat are very irregular, and they always have been. Her peaks and valleys were all over the place, and she thinks everything is a little more hectic, considering she's being taken care of so well. She doesn't feel as out of her mind as she usually does, though, but on the first official day, she is never really as foggy. Her second day is when her brain is more full of cotton. 

Right now, she is good, though. Jeongin is nice to be pressed against, and he didn't seem to mind that she was probably hot to the touch. Did she smell good to him? She worried that she wouldn't. Y/N actually didn't know what everyone thought about her scent, since she'd been so preoccupied with theirs. Like right now, she's worried about her own, but she's absolutely drowning in Jeongin's. It's like when she worked at a bakery a couple of years ago, how it used to smell in the mornings when the bread would come out of the oven. She liked working mornings for that reason (and because evening time is when the boss liked to work. At the time, she didn't know, but soon figured out he was using the bakery as a cover-up for a whole drug thing. . .it was sort of crazy.). 

She absently pawed at his shirt, and he understood what she wanted. Silently, he raised the hem of it, and Y/N scooted down his body. It was nice, getting up under their shirts. It's something she's always done with the people she felt safest with. She tried once with a boyfriend three years ago, and he sort of made fun of her for it, so she hadn't tried again since. None of Felix's pack made her feel weird about it. Honestly, they sort of encouraged it, especially when it made her purr. 

Jeongin giggles when she does start to purr, unbeknownst to her at first. She can't make herself purr; they just happen when she's at her most content, so sometimes she doesn't even realize it. His belly is nice -- it's a little softer than it usually is, which Y/N likes. The softest bellies are the nicest for her head, so she'd been willing them with her brain waves to eat a lot and not worry about working out or anything. At least not doing crunches. 

The moment is fleeting, however, when the door clicks open, and Minho's scent fills the room. It wasn't bad by any stretch -- Y/N loves Minho's scent. Being cuddled with him is like snuggling your nose into a pile of fresh, warm laundry straight out of the dryer. Honestly, he might have her favorite scent in the whole house, and he lets her breathe him in as much as she wants, pumps it out in waves, lets her get drunk off of it. He always sort of lets her, which is nice. 

When she first met them, Minho was always kind, but she felt like he might not have liked her for a while. At least it's what she thought until one day, she came over to see Felix, who hadn't actually gotten home yet. Minho was the one who answered the door and offered for her to wait in his room, or -- "You could sit out here with me instead. When's the last time you've eaten?" With a furrowed brow, he inquired. Y/N thought his brow was furrowed because he was irritated with her, but she found out weeks later (from Felix) that she'd looked a little flushed and pretty exhausted. Coincidentally, her heat had been a week and a half prior, and she was still recuperating from it. He could smell that she wasn't doing well from kilometers away. 

So she sat in the kitchen while he warmed her a meal on the stove and chopped up some extra veggies (which she only later realized were her favorites -- how he knew what they were, she couldn't tell you). He made sure she drank two glasses of water and ate all of her food, which she did graciously. Once she was finished, he took her back to the living room and held out his arm, "Bokkie says you like to cuddle." He doesn't ask it like a question or really say anything else. And Y/N is burrowed in his side just a moment later, nuzzling close. It was the closest she'd been with any of them besides Felix, and the most time she'd spent alone. She even fell asleep before waking up hours later in Felix's room, with him playing games in bed beside her. 

"You smell like Minho hyung," he told her, tossing the game in favor of rolling over and wrapping his arm around her, "S'good. Isn't he good at cuddling?" 

So, yeah, Y/N loves his scent. It's why she notices the smallest twinge in it, something that's not necessarily irritation but something close. Disappointment? That makes her stomach twist. 

"What is this I'm hearing about you refusing the avocado?" He bent down, his knees off the mattress to still respect her nest, and her head was revealed from beneath Jeongin's shirt, "Hm? Didn't I tell you to eat everything on your plate?" 

"Hyung, be nice," Jeongin coos, petting the top of her head, "She's never liked avocado." 

Y/N's vision is a little hazy, and so is her brain, but she can feel herself pouting up at Minho. He looks pretty -- he always does. His face is soft, even though he's a little upset with her; his eyes give away that he couldn't be too mad. 

"Well, this is news to me," Minho replied, "Considering she always eats it when I put it on her plate in any form: sliced, mashed, mixed with lime juice and chopped onion. . ." 

"Because she doesn't want to disappoint you," Jeongin explained, and Y/N wondered how he knew -- had she ever told him before? Everyone seems to know much more about her than she thought they did. "You and Binnie hyung praise her so much when her plate is clean, she eats even the parts she doesn't like, for you." Jeongin is not one for skinship, they told her once, but he's always been accepting whenever she wants it. Y/N thinks he just puts on an act for everyone else because he likes the chase of it. But right now, his fingers feel good on her scalp, and he has her fit in the cradle of his legs perfectly. 

Minho huffs, "My baby could never disappoint me," he grumbled, "Let me in." 

Y/N nods before she feels Minho crawl into the nest as well. He strokes his wrist against hers where it rested on the bed, before tipping his nose against her sweaty nape, "Sorry," she musters up, "I'm sorry." 

"Shh, I'm not mad," he murmurs, letting his tongue lull against her salty skin, and Y/N shivers, "I'll find an alternative then. When's the last time you were knotted?" 

Jeongin answered for her, "Two hours ago? Hyunjin did, but Lix had just stuffed her full when I'd gotten here." 

Minho clicks his tongue before his hands find her hips and his fingers press deep dents into her flesh, "I can smell that you need it again," he tells her, "You've been slicking all over the nest with Innie, haven't you? Did our baby alpha get you all worked up?" 

Her whole body flushes with heat, almost like Minho had just reminded her how badly she needed it. In an instant, she feels too empty -- nothing in her mouth, nothing in her pussy, nothing in her bum. How horrible is that? When she can feel the swell and press of Jeongin's cock against her tummy, especially with Minho stretched across her back, pushing her down? It's miserable. She needs it so badly. So, so, so badly. 

A whine leaves her throat, her hips wriggling uselessly, but Minho's heavy on top of her. His knees are on either side of her, just like his arms, so he's caging her in; she feels safe and warm beneath him. Even safer and warmer pressed up against Jeongin, and his prick that she hadn't noticed was hard. Had it been hard this whole time, or did this just happen? She doesn't know. She needs it. Has she said that out loud yet? Words are just too hard right now, though. 

"My sweet kitty," Minho presses plush kisses from her nape to her ear, pulling the top between his teeth and nipping playfully, "You're supposed to ask for what you want, hm? Or do you just want Innie to know?" He nips again, and Y/N tries to swallow the drool that's threatening to dribble from her mouth, "Stupid Alpha, doesn't he know he's supposed to read your mind?" 

Jeongin whines now, "Heyyyyy. We were doing just fine!" Minho uses one hand to squeeze around Jeongin's hip, his thumb finding the dip where the muscle leads down to his dick, swollen in his briefs. He's sensitive there; his hips jolt forward, but he continued his complaint, "I was letting her sleep. She needs rest." 

"She needs a knot," Minho counters, "Don't you, kitty? Need this stupid alpha to fill up this tight little pussy?" 

Y/N rubs her face into Jeongin's belly, pushing her nose into his belly button, "Not. . .stupid," she forces her mouth to move, "Innie isn't stupid." 

"Yeah," Jeongin pets the top of her head, "Don't let hyung turn you evil like he did the others." 

Minho scoffs, and she thinks he must bite Jeongin's hand because the youngest alpha squawks and jerks his hand away from her head, "She's just too sweet, little heat drunk thing. Now lift your hips, stupid alpha, and get your knot out." 

Jeongin lifts his hips, managing the weight of both her and Minho on top of him. His cock nearly slapped against his belly, but her body is in the way, so it slaps against her neck a little, touching her chin. Y/N breathes out a sigh, her mouth finding his prick instantly like a magnet had led her there. Jeongin moans when she sponges wet, drooling kisses all over the shaft, on the head, sliding her tongue into his slit. Precum oozes around the tip of her tongue, her eyes fluttering closed while the taste of him fills her mouth. He moans, high and pretty, while his hand finds the top of her head again. His fingers thread in her hair, close to the root. 

"That's it," Minho's hands slip down her back. They still feel cool against her heated skin, palms skating along either side of her spine. Y/N pushes back against him, his zipper digging into her bum, and the hard press of his cock makes her moan. Minho isn't as big as an alpha, but he's still a handful, a mouthful; something that feels good when it's in or around her at any capacity. She kisses along Jeongin's shaft, down to the starting swell of a knot. Felix had whispered to her once that when an omega in the pack is in heat, all of the alphas are practically pre-swollen, their body always prepared to knot at least once. When he shared this tidbit with Y/N, she thought he'd just been bragging about how lucky he was. She'd brag too, if that was what she got during her heat. 

She did not expect it to mean her heat as well. Hyunjin was already swollen when he'd peeled off his briefs, but she'd attributed that to him being a sucker for omegas. It was a little more suspicious with two alphas already having their knots swell preemptively, but Jeongin is still only 2ish years out of presentation, and their bodies are still quite sensitive to pheromones, especially heat. She'd overheard Changbin, though, when they thought she was asleep under Seungmin's shirt, that the base of his dick was sore and sensitive. Even Chan had been readjusting himself more, and he's typically pretty polite about doing that.

So maybe it's just any omega in heat? She isn't sure, really. Y/N doesn't have many alpha friends outside of this pack, and they had never discussed the intricacies of their knot during a packmate's heat. How was she supposed to know? All she knew right now was that she was warm, and she took Jeongin down as close to the root as she could, choking around him. It made him groan, his legs twitching up and around her -- "Fuck," he cries out, tugging at her head to pull her back where Y/N drools all over his shaft, his balls, coughing a little before sucking in a sharp breath. Her eyes sting, and she is about to dip down and get him back in her mouth, but Minho stops her. 

"C'mon, honey, Innie can't handle that," he murmurs, sliding his arm over the front of her shoulders and tugging her up to his chest, "He'll try to pop his knot in your mouth." Y/N whines, shivering as Minho ushers her forward and all but drops her on his cock. Twin moans lift in the air when her messy slit meets Jeongin's shaft. His hips buck forward, slipping between her folds, and Minho is still holding onto her tightly, but now he's a bit lower. She felt him reach down with one hand to touch her, his fingers slipping between her lips and spreading her open. Jeongin moans, and it gets louder when Minho grips his cock. Y/N could only imagine that he grabbed it a little tightly, as he tilted it up so that the tip was lined up with her hole. 

He guides them like two dolls he was pushing together. Minho presses her down and keeps Jeongin's cock still until she feels the head stretch her hole out. Y/N sighs out the further she sinks on him, her walls mold around him, shaping to his prick. Her heart is racing, thundering in her chest, while one hand rests against his belly, the other grips Minho's arm wrapped around her waist. 

"There you go," he hums, "My two little kitties." 

Y/N likes it when Minho takes ownership of her in any way. She likes being his anything, and even if it's pretend, it makes her feel like she's in the pack. Not just some outsider that they're letting stay, so she doesn't get hospitalized due to her heat. Once she's seated, he lets his fingers dance all around her again, on her sides, up her arms, squeezing around her shoulders, and then running his thumb against her scent gland. Her scent gets more potent, filling the room further while Minho's nose is pressing against the opposite end of her throat, breathing it in from her other gland. Jeongin's big hands find her hips, his fingers dig into the flesh, and he plants his feet on either side. 

He starts to bounce her with an ease that she'd never really experienced before. If Minho wasn't holding onto her, she definitely would have fallen forward. Y/N mewls, her head lulling back -- it felt really good, to be stretched like this, and filled up. He hits the swollen, spongy bump inside of her with every buck of his hips; the sound of their skin slapping is loud. There was not a lot of buildup, but she really didn't need it. Her thighs squeeze his hips tightly, and Minho grabs one of her breasts, kneading it. 

"Does that feel good, Aegi?" Minho asks, and Y/N isn't sure who he's asking, but both she and Jeongin make pathetic sounds. He chuckles, clicking his tongue, "Yeah? Alpha, are you g'na knot her?" 

"Yes," Jeongin's face is flushed, and strands of his hair press messy against his face. His mouth is red and spit slicked, hanging open, and Y/N can see the sharp point of canines meant to bite and mark, and she shivers from how badly she needs it. That's all she wants, actually, is to be bit, and marked, and claimed by them. She couldn't ask for that, but she wanted to. Sometimes it's for the best that her mouth doesn't always move when she wants to speak like this. That would be embarrassing, really, even though she knew they might understand it was her heat talking. 

But her hand moves before she can really think about it, because while her mouth is useless, her fingers aren't. And they trail up his tummy, over his chest, along his throat until she is at his chin. Jeongin didn't say anything, lips still parted for her as she slid her finger inside and touched his tooth with the tip of her index. It's pointy, shiny -- it nearly pierces her skin from how much pressure she tries to put on it. 

One of Jeongin's hands leaves her hips and grabs her wrist. He pulls her hand away so that she doesn't actually injure herself, but stays close enough that she's still touching his mouth. He pushes kisses into her palm, dragging the edge of his teeth against the meat of it, "What is it, hm?" Jeongin asks, "You want me to bite you?" 

"Ahhh, this is fun," Minho hums from behind her, "She's awfully bite-y herself, I didn't know it went both ways. You want Alpha to bite you, huh? Mark you up? Make you his?" Y/N trembles all over, and when Jeongin playfully nips at her thumb, she cums before she even realizes it's happening. It's rapid little squeezes, and tons of slick oozing out of her, all over his cock, slipping over his knot, and down against his balls. Jeongin's eyes flutter, rolling back, while Minho curses beneath his breath, a soft, "Fuck." 

Y/N is surprised she's being held together -- she thinks Minho is the one holding her together -- but any sense of keeping her body lifted is completely gone. She's slumping in Minho's hold, enough that he carefully guides her down to press her front to Jeongin's. 

"God, hyung, her pussy is so messy," Jeongin pushes his nose into the top of her head, rolling his hips in a way that starts fitting his knot inside of her, "She's perfect, s'like -- wow, fuck -- I --" 

Minho chuckles, his hands on her hips, rubbing soothing circles like he knows where they're sore, "Yeah, I had a feeling you'd like pussy. Y/N's the first one you've tried, hm?" Jeongin hums his assent, and Y/N's brain feels like it's melting from her ears. She swallows hard, thickly, her eyes squeezing closed as another orgasm starts to build. Each tug of his knot against her hole is making her feel crazy, and the wet sound of her pussy is echoing through her ears and making her a little embarrassed, "It'll be the first time a lot of you have felt it." 

The noise that leaves her is a moan and a squeal when Jeongin's knot finally slips inside of her. Then he's grinding her down against him, with the help of Minho, and rubs her swollen clit against his pelvis. Heat boils over in her belly as she starts to squeeze around his knot, milking it when he starts to cum, hot white streaks painting up her walls. His fingers dug into her deep, and he held on so tightly she wondered if he would leave marks behind. Y/N hoped it would; she didn't mind. It felt good with him so deep inside of her, like she could feel him in her belly. And to be surrounded by all of the scents of the pack, to have Minho pressed against her back and Jeongin against her front. She feels loved and cared for, and it makes her cum again; somehow, she shakes through it. 

Minho pets her back, and she thinks Jeongin is stroking her head. Y/N feels satiated and scent drunk and so pleased beyond words. Her face is stuffed into Jeongin's throat still, breathing him in, warm bread so delicious she could eat him. Her belly growls softly, and both of them giggle a little. 

Then she feels Minho again, against her bum, and she whines when he takes it away. 

"Want --" she struggles out, reaching blindly for him, "Min--Minnie, I want -- in my mouth." 

Minho leans in and kisses her spine, "Lovely little omega, you just want to take care of everyone, don't you? Won't be satisfied until everyone's satisfied." 

She warbles a sound, but Minho crawls on his knees up to her head. When Y/N turns her head, her eyes light up at the sight of his cock, hard and leaking, already pulled from his pants. "You'll have to share with Innie-ah, my aegi." 

"Yes," she nods like it was obvious, "Yes, oh, yes, I will." 

Jeongin, who usually protests anything and everything (for the love of the game, Y/N thinks, because he always ends up doing it anyway -- he was a brat comparable to Seungmin almost, he just somehow avoids the title), merely opens his mouth the same way she does. Tongues outstretched and wet, Minho slides his hard, drippy cock right between them. Neither is very passive, though he does shallowly roll his hips. Y/N is licking wet kisses against the shaft, going toward the head, and Jeongin finds his balls and sucks them into his mouth. They're coating him in spit and moaning like they're the ones getting licked. Minho tastes too good -- he always tastes so good. When he lets her cock warm him, that's all she can think about, is how good he tastes (if she can think at all, that is). 

It doesn't take him long to cum. He pets both of their heads and murmurs something about how sweet she is, and how sweet Jeongin can be "once an omega has softened him up around his knot". They had taken turns on what end they'd been licking and sucking, so Y/N had been pressing her nose deep against his balls and inhaling the sweet scent of Minho. But since it's her heat, he grips the hair at the back of her head and guides her back to the tip, "You can have it, yeah? You hungry?" He says, voice tight, before he pops the head back into her mouth and starts emptying on her tongue. There's a lot of it, filling up her mouth, and Y/N wants to swallow it greedily because she's feeling greedy. 

But when she opens her eyes, she sees Jeongin's gaze, and Y/N feels like it was just as wanting as she felt. And, even though it's her treat for being in heat, she is nothing if not magnanimous, so she leans in and presses her mouth to Jeongin's. She pushes some of the cum into his mouth to share, and he moans against her, startled, his hips jerking into her and only reinforcing how locked they are together. Y/N swallows what was left in her mouth, then tilts up to look at Minho, parts her lips, and lets him see that there's nothing left. 

Minho curses under his breath, cradles her face, and strokes her face with the pad of his thumb, "God, you're so good," he murmurs, "I'm keeping you." 

Her eyes flutter, nuzzling into his palm. She'd be okay with being kept. Like a little pet, she'd let them keep her. They could chain her up in the nesting room and just come use her when they wanted. Keep her fed and bathed, they'd pet her and keep her full, and she could bark or meow or whatever they want. Y/N would like that so much. How does she ask them for that? 

She isn't sure how long they were stuck together. All she knew was that Jeongin was scenting her thoroughly, his hands moving up and down her body, squeezing and pinching and pulling at her. Minho giggled while watching them, murmured things about his sweet kittens, how cute it was seeing them like this, saying how he'd wished he'd had a picture of this so he could remember it. 

When the knot finally loosens, Jeongin pours out of her. Minho's fingers trail through it, and she can hear him lick them sloppily, the taste of them mixed together. Jeongin makes a rumbling growl in his chest, and Minho clicks his tongue, "Ah aht." There's a slapping sound behind her -- he must get Jeongin's thigh with the flat of his palm, "Don't you growl at me, baby alpha. I'll let you have some." Jeongin whines when he uses both hands now, gets more of his cum on his fingers before offering some to Jeongin and some to Y/N. 

"Okay," he murmurs, "Y/N, we need to get you in the bath." Y/N knows better than to grumble and growl after hearing Jeongin get scolded, but that didn't stop her from pouting. Especially when Minho carefully pries her off of Jeongin's body, shushing her when she does whine a little bit. "I know, kitty, we'll get you back in the nest and scent you real well." 

The door opens after a perfunctory knock, and Y/N lazily lulls her head to find Jisung pressing his face through the crack, "Jagi," he whines, "You started without me." 

"Would you want to wait during your heat? Actually, I think you'd tear us up if we tried to make you." He helps Y/N stand on trembling legs, more of Jeongin's cum slipping out of her, making the insides of her thigh all sticky -- and probably Felix and Hyunjin's too. Jisung makes an affronted noise in his throat but still takes a step inside, "Come help me with her bath. Then we can scent her again. Jeonginnie, call Bin, and he'll help you change out the nest." 

Jeongin grunts from his spot, his eyes closed. 

"Is it okay if Jisung helps wash you up?" Minho asks, "Or do you just want it to be me?" 

It takes her a second to sift through her thoughts, but she decides she doesn't mind, "That's okay," she tells him as he guides her the rest of the way. 

He kicks the toilet seat up and plops her down on it, "Go ahead and pee, your first pack heat can't lead to a UTI. We've got appearances to uphold." 

"So weird," Jisung murmured to himself, but he was leaning over the tub to get the water started.

They fill it up with bubbles and oils, the water steaming before she steps inside of it. The tub is quite big, and the water sloshes around as she sinks into it, letting the heat of it soak deep into her muscles. Minho hikes his shorts up a little further than they were, stepping inside with her but sitting on the edge and grabbing for a new loofa. He rips the tag off, dunks it in the water, "I'm going to clean you up, kitty, okay? But if it's too much, tell me. Jisung is going to tell us about his day and grab stuff for me as I need it." 

It's nice, actually. Typically, during her heat, Y/N has to just stay and wallow in her own stink and filth. She tried her best to wash up when she could, but it was difficult when she could barely stand. But Minho is carefully scrubbing her, which is good -- she knows she'll feel better once she has. Part of her still aches at the fact that she's losing a day's worth of scenting. He's careful around her glands, but for some reason, it doesn't help as much as it probably should. Unlike the pack members who, no matter how many times they scrub, would have the scent of their pack mates interwoven in every single skin cell -- Y/N doesn't have that. She was just an intruder, really, mooching off their kindness. Using up their resources, taking up space, making it difficult for them to continue their day-to-day life without having to take care of her. 

She goes from content to all around achy very quickly. Her scent must give her away, because Minho stops mid-scoop of water to pour over her sudsy body. Jisung notices too, frowning, "What's wrong? Is the water not good?" 

Y/N shakes her head, "Sorry," is all she says, "I'm sorry. I'm -- this is a lot of work. . .for me, and I'm not. . .I'm not even a part of your --" 

"Enough," Minho cuts her off before she could say anymore, then takes his wrist and rubs it against the side of her neck. He reaches for Jisung's hand as well, stretching him across the tub and ignoring his little, startled yelp as he strokes it against her throat, "Don't say such silly things. Cleaning you rubbed off our scent, so it's making you think stupid thoughts." She melts almost instantaneously -- Minho is really good at this. She guesses you'd have to be good at this when you've got 3 other omegas and yourself to manage. Y/N shivers, then leans back between Minho's legs. She gets his clothes all soaked, but he doesn't seem to care, instead handing the loofa to Jisung to finish her front. "We'll get you all scented up as soon as we're done, okay?" 

Y/N's head is tilted back to look up at him. When she nods, he smiles, then slides his hands down her shoulders. He keeps talking casually, as he strokes her, "Bin's going to want to jump you as soon as you get out," he explains, "But you need to eat a little, hydrate, and rest. He'll probably stay by to cuddle, though. Jisung will too." 

"Yes," he smiles dopily at her as he scrubs her calves, "I've been thinking about it all day. Can't believe I had to work while Jinnie and Felix got you all to themselves! So unfair," he pouts his mouth, and Y/N giggles softly, a little amused huff, "They're both passed out on the couch right now -- you really wore them out, hm?" 

That feels so far away, being snuggled between them. Had that really been today? She feels like it must have been yesterday or something, but she knows her frame of time is all screwed up. When Jisung brushes past her hand in the water, Y/N catches him and laces their fingers together. He giggles, pulling their wet hands out of the water together to show off, "You want to hold hands? We can hold hands all night." 

"Channie comes home soon," Minho mentions softly, the pad of his thumbs digging into her nape, "He's going to pretend he's being chill, but he probably wants this more than he even realizes. Just because he's the pack alpha, though, doesn't mean you have to do anything with him if you're tired, okay, kitty? That goes for everyone, but I think your heat brain is convinced that Chan's a different type of pack alpha than he is. He's patient, and he's kind, and he's very, very nervous because he hasn't dealt with an unmated omega in a very long time, so all of this is on your terms, okay?" He grabs her chin and tilts her up to look at him again, so they can lock eyes, "Just wanted to remind you." 

"Yes," she agrees, "Okay." 

Once she's out of the tub, she brushes her teeth, but that's all the strength that she's able to muster. Y/N is led back to the bed where the bottom pads and sheets had been changed to dry ones, but the nest itself seems relatively untouched. Changbin, whom Y/N had not seen all day, is waiting patiently with one arm behind his head and his hand holding his phone. He's lying off to the side of the mattress because he doesn't have permission yet, and it makes her bristle. What good alphas they have in this pack. 

Y/N crawls into the nest, "Hi," she greets him, before nuzzling her face into the pillows beside her head, "Thank you." 

Changbin smiles, "Of course," he says, "You smell good. Did the terrible twosome clean you up well?" 

Y/N hums, and it takes her a second, but she does eventually reply, "Yes," before rolling over to her back. The shirt she wears -- she's unsure who the owner is. It smells like all of them a little bit, maybe leaning more toward Hyunjin. It rucks up around her thighs. "Come in, please." 

Changbin doesn't have to be told twice. He clambers in, and Y/N is almost immediately engulfed in big arms that tug her close. He doesn't make any move to touch her, but he does nuzzle the top of her head, "Ahh, I've been wanting to do this all day!" 

Jisung makes an affronted noise, and Y/N huffs again, another amused sound before peeking her eyes out from beneath Changbin's arms, "You too, please." 

Minho swats his ass before he all but dives in, and he's lacing his arms around her waist, hugging and holding her there. Before he leaves, Minho tilts his head toward the door, "I'll send Seungmin in here too. I can smell him lingering." He pointed at both of them, "Let her rest a little. I'm going to warm up some soup -- make her drink water. No bickering over her head." 

"I have no problem not bickering so long as he doesn't open his mouth," Jisung mumbled into Y/N's belly, the words muffled and vibrating. 

Changbin scoffs, "You can't go 5 minutes without picking a fight. It's okay, me and Y/N will just kick you out of the nest." 

"What makes you think she'd take your side?" 

"I'll kick you both out of the nest." Minho cut them off as he headed toward the door, "I'll be back." 

Y/N closed her eyes and breathed in deep. 

Having a pack is nice, even if it isn't her own. 

. . .

Jisung

For the record, changbin keeps putting his foot in my face and I am being VERY BRAVE and PATIENT not yelling at him so that y/n can sleep

Changbin

🦶🏻

Jeongin

Not right now

I'm trying to recoup

Jisung

everyone tell me how good I am for not letting him kick me out of the nest with his childish antics

Changbin

he woke y/n up to make her say she was on his side btw

Jisung

NO I DID NOT !!!

SHE WAS ALREADY AWAKE

MINHO SHE WAS ALREADY AWAKE

NEVER MIND the nest he's trying to get me kicked out of the HOUSE 

Chan

How is she doing? Is she okay?

I'll be home soon. I just have a few more things to get done

Does anyone need anything at the store? 

Also, if you're in the nest with her, where are Jinnie and Lix? 

Jeongin

Hyung. . .

pudding please 

Minho won't share 

Changbin

I'll tell u everyone's whereabouts I know you want to know

Jin and Bbokki are passed out on the couch 

Jeongin is in his room but i can tell he wants to come back

Minho warmed her up some soup and is now taking a shower 

Seungmin is also in the nest being suspiciously well behaved, but I think it's because he was pacing outside the door so now he's happier.

Jisung is at the bottom of the nest, right in the way of my feet 

he called y/n slick NyQuil btw 

Jisung

snitch

im not saying it tastes like nyquil!!! it has NyQuil-like properties 

I can hear Hyunjin and Yongbokkie snoring from in here 

and jeongin's fighting sleep so he doesn't ruin his schedule for tonight but when Minho checked on him he was falling asleep with his phone in his hand

Changbin

And Y/N is safe in my arms 🫶🏻💪🏻

Chan

lol good, I'm glad to hear it

I'll be home soon

Love you 

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Black Dahlia Masterlist

One tragic day changes Dahlia's life forever. Despised by her father and brother, she's spent her entire life trying to be the child and sister she use to be. But nothing she ever does is good enough. She joins the Rider's Quadrant to prove them wrong. Garrick now in his second year has proven he is more than the mark on his skin to his fellow riders, and taken leadership of his own Squad alongside Xaden. Little does he know the girl walking across the parapet is about to send him on a rollercoaster of a year. Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos) WARNING - THIS SERIES NOW CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ONYX STORM. I HAVE MARKED THESE PARTS WITH ❗️AS WELL AS LISTING A WARNING AT THE TOP OF THE CHAPTER. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ ONYX STORM, DO NOT READ THESE CHAPTERS.

First Year Masterlist

Second Year - Fourth Wing Masterlist

Third Year - Iron Flame Masterlist

Third Year -Onyx Storm Masterlist - Coming Soon.

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To Really See You Masterlist

Summary: They've been looking for the final member of their pack for years, a ache that never fades and always exists. Only, when they finally find you, they find a version of you that has been broken. Will they be able to make you whole again?

Pairing: Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader

Pack Sub-Genders:

Bang Chan - Pack Alpha

Lee Know - Head Alpha

Changbin - Alpha

Hyunjin - Head Beta

Han - Omega

Felix - Omega

Seungmin - Beta

I.N - Alpha

Reader - Omega

Series TW. A/B/O dynamics, the entire pack is together (polyamorous), mentions of sexual assault, mentions of abuse, soulmate au, mating bites, suggestive content Warnings will be added*

Chapter Total: 30 Status: COMPLETED (BUT ADDING BONUS CONTENT)

Chapter 1 - The Pull

Chapter 2 - Completion

Chapter 3 - At Home

Chapter 4 - Necessity

Chapter 5 - The Aftermath

Chapter 6 - Reconciliation

Chapter 7 - To Build A Nest

Chapter 8 - Shopping Trip

Chapter 9 - Reminiscent

Chapter 10 - The Truth

Chapter 11 - To Heal

Chapter 12 - You're My Reason

Chapter 13 - Time to Bake!

Chapter 14 - Lost in the Heat

Chapter 15 - Your Eyes

Chapter 16 - My Fault

Chapter 17 - Much Needed Break

Chapter 18 - The Ocean

Chapter 19 - Do I Belong?

Chapter 20 - To Be Yourself

Chapter 21 - For Them

Chapter 22 - It'll End Soon

Chapter 23 - The Tip of the Iceberg

Chapter 24 - I've Been Waiting

Chapter 25 - A Promise Was Made

Chapter 26 - Finally

Chapter 27 - To Start Anew

Chapter 28 - For The First Time

Chapter 29 - Liberating

Chapter 30 - Epilogue

You can read on AO3 here

Bonus Chapters:

And, In The Summer...

[cb97percent]

「𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛」 · masterlist

SYNOPSIS ➥ Seven steamy stories from the most sought-after and exclusive host club in town.

Back Door is the club entertaining the socialites of the city. Whether you want a wholesome date with a boyfriend of choice or just some steamy company for the whole night, the skilled hosts got you covered with their various specialties.

This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.

※ OT8 x Reader (f) — Smut executed through various tropes

※ Volume I of Back Door Host Club. Events in this volume are standalone and not a prequel to Volume II.

※ Reader discretion advised — Sex work, explicit sexual content, features various kinks revolving around roleplaying, crass & objectifying language.

CONTENT · 「40.2k」

♥ LONELY HEARTS CLUB · HOST: ACE — Fair Trade ⁞ HJS · HOST: SHADOW — Down Low ⁞ LMH · HOST: NOVA — Beck and Call ⁞ BC

♠ MATCH MADE IN HELL · HOST: RAZOR — Thrill Ride ⁞ YJI · HOST: SMOKE — Territorial ⁞ SCB · HOST: SAGE — Behavior Modification ⁞ KSM

♣ THE INTERSECTION · HOSTS: DRACO & TAIPAN — It Takes Two ⁞ LF & HHJ

「READ ALL IN A SINGLE VOLUME」

「© 2022-2024, cb97percent · No translations, rewrites, or reposts permitted」

[pvppymin]

in the middle - masterlist

⊹₊˚‧︵‿ʚ ୨ৎ ɞ‿︵‧˚₊⊹

pairing: kim seungmin x seo changbin x f!reader

genre: soulmate au, body swapping

summary: in a world full of soulmates, you don’t have a mark and come to the conclusion that you’re one of the rare people who doesn’t have a soulmate. until one day you wake up in a body that is not yours and a secret in the form of a person wrapped around your waist. 

status: ongoing

ʚɞ part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3

[astrayapple]

Just Like a Fairytale (Masterlist)

*:･ﾟ*⋆ . °•★|•°∵☽ ☾∵°•|☆•° . ⋆*･ﾟ:*

Pairings: Poly Skz x 9th!Female Member, Skz & 9th!Female Member

Genres: Fantasy/Supernatural AU, 9th Female Member

Summary: In a world where mythical creatures are real, Stray Kids is formed of entirely mythical members. How does this impact their relationships? How does this impact the industry?

This series has multiple, individual parts instead of an overarching story, with various snippets taking place in the same general universe <3

(writing masterlist)

[[Lᴏʀᴇ/Iɴғᴏ Pᴏsᴛs]]

(Species Info Post) | (Reader's Music Video Outfits) | (Why I Chose Each Species) | (Member Profiles) | (Reader's Solo and Group Songs)

Asks: (Hide 'n Seek)

Fanart: (Sleeping Faerie on Board)

[[Tʀᴀɪɴᴇᴇ Dᴀʏs]]

(It All Starts With a Step) | (Building Trust, Brick by Brick) | (They're Not YOURS, They're MINE)

[[2018-2019]]

(Communication Error)

[[2020-Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ]]

(You Belong to Me- Is That Okay?) | (A Sunny Day Down Under) | (Chan's No Good, Very Bad Week Day)

(It's a Faerie Thing) | (Shh... Sleeping Faerie On Board)

*:･ﾟ*⋆ . °•★|•°∵☽ ☾∵°•|☆•° . ⋆*･ﾟ:*

Series Taglist: @niku0704 @babystay7 @maddy24207 @princ3ss03 @ch3rry15pin @orchids-orchidseverywhere @maxineswritingcorner @night-storm7 @blindspotquokka @sugarcoathan @firestrike004 @blop-quaker @willbedecided @moon-0505s @mlink64 @shynotded

[writingsbychlo]

fakers | alpha!void

word count; 13,813

summary; you just need someone. topretend to be your alpha until you can graduate, and unfortunately, the only applicate candidate is Eli, your best friends void twin.

notes; stick with me, okay? Void’s name is Noah in this, but he goes by ‘E’ or ‘Eli’ for his reputation. He’s Noah Eli Stilinski III, named after his dad’s grandfather since Stiles was named after their mom’s grandfather, just roll with it.

warnings; smut, a/b/o themes throughout, mating, marking, blood play, reference to harassment, reference to cheating.

Keep reading

[prythianpages]

Sing to Me | Masterlist

Azriel x Mermaid Reader | A series of interconnected one-shots/drabbles.

a/n: These are all listed in chronological order. The one-shots important to the storyline are denoted with the starfish & drabbles/one shots with the fish are cute, filler parts (there will still be plot mixed into these.)

If there is anything you'd like to see between this mermaid reader & Az, lmk! I am open to drabble/headcannon requests for this series <3

read this if you’re curious about updates.

𓆝⋆.˚ A Mermaid's Song | the story behind the song mermaid sings.

𓇼 ˖° I. Sing Me to Sleep | Az's pov | In which a heartbroken Azriel is sent to the Summer Court to unwind and accidentally finds himself engaged to a mermaid.

𓇼 ˖° I. Sing Me to Sleep | mermaid's pov | In which a lonely mermaid is caught in a storm and swept away into the Summer Court and ends up engaged to Azriel.

𓆝⋆.˚ bonus scene with Tarquin

𓇼 ˖° II. Only One for Me is You | Azriel has no choice but to accept the consequences of his actions, starting with bringing you back home with him.

𓆝⋆.˚ Shell We Walk? | Azriel gives you a lesson on walking.

𓆝⋆.˚ bonus scene | based off a request of mermaid adjusting to land

𓆝⋆.˚ Dear Cod | A misunderstanding between you and Azriel leaves him flustered. aka the clothes drabble

𓆝⋆.˚ Fishing for Trouble | Azriel gets to know you more during breakfast. aka the fork/dinglehopper incident.

𓆝⋆.˚ Sleepless | You haven't been sleeping and Azriel catches on.

𓆝⋆.˚ Seas the Night | in which Azriel follows through with his promise to get you a night light.

𓆝⋆.˚ Fry Me to the Moon | You and Cassian bond over Azriel while he makes you some french fries.

𓇼 ˖° III. Staring at the Sun | Azriel finally takes you to Velaris, where you bump into someone unexpected. non-context spoilers

𓇼 ˖° IV. If He Only Knew | Az's pov | Azriel has a talk with Elain that brings rise to startling changes.

𓇼 ˖° IV. If He Only Knew the You That We Know | mermaid's pov | Azriel's shadows and a few friends comfort you. sneak peak

𓆝⋆.˚ Be the Ocean, Where I Unravel | Azriel has a wet dream about you.

𓇼 ˖° V. Where Is My Mind? | You are upset, feeling a little discouraged and Azriel realizes that the true mistake, was not believing you in the beginning.

𓇼 ˖° VI. I Follow You, Deep Sea Baby | It's the first full moon and you're hit with a sudden sickness that Azriel blames himself for. *coming soon

𓆝⋆.˚ untitled drabble | drunk drabble based off of this request. *coming soon

𓆝⋆.˚ Untitled | Azriel calls you 'baby.'

𓆝⋆.˚ Untitled | Someone calls you "smokin'' and you're mortified.

𓆝⋆.˚ One Kiss...is all it takes | You tease Azriel with a kiss.

𓆝⋆.˚ A Little Flounder | Azriel cleans you up after you fall and scrape your knee.

𓆝⋆.˚ Unsteady | Azriel notices you admiring a pair of heels and surprises you with them.

༝˚｡⋆𓆉︎⋆｡˚༝𓆞𓆝 E S T A B L I S H E D R E L A T I O N S H I P / B O N U S 𓆝𓆟༝˚｡⋆𓆉︎⋆｡˚༝

𓆝⋆.˚ A Sea-riously Frightening Pumpkin | When Feyre tells you about pumpkin carving, you interpret it a little differently.

𓆝⋆.˚ You Can Have Me All You Want | You and Azriel have one too many drinks and end up dancing like no one's watching.

𓆝⋆.˚ Very Demure | Azriel comforts you after your sister gets on your last fin.

𓆝⋆.˚ Untitled | Azriel rescues a drowning child, based on a request (kinda.)

𓆝⋆.˚ And They Were All Yellow | Azriel being a doting husband and staying atop of his wife's pregnancy cravings.

random HCs: modern Az, mermaid appearance, random, dancing, az , mermaid fashion/wedding ceremony, mermaid, mermaid's curiosity (she asks what the word 'ass' means), protective Az

text/sm au: [1] [2]

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@workof-a-rr-t @bunnyredgirl @yearninglustfully @paankhaleyaaar @fuckingsimp4azriel

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@i-am-infinite @katarina1224 @average-bisexual-panic

[potatoplace]

The Afterthought - Series Masterlist

Pairings:

Cassian x Archeron!Reader (first part)

?? X Archeron!Reader (to be revealed)

Series Summary: You are the youngest Archeron sister, saved from the fate of the Cauldron by mere chance. Perhaps having been dumped in those murky waters would have been a better fate for you, when it seems that no one cares for your presence any longer.

Series Warnings: suicidal ideation, slut shaming, toxic family/inner circle, slight disordered eating

angst 💔 | fluff 💖

Chapters:

I Look in People's Windows - You're brought to Velaris, but never feel as though you belong. Bounty Day is growing nearer, and you prepare a feast in hopes that it will bring you closer to your family once more. 💔

I Hate It Here - After the disastrous events of Bounty Day, you slip further into your isolation, wishing that you could return to the human lands where you belong. 💔

this is me trying - After the disappointment of your birthday comes Feyre's birthday and Solstice. 💖💔

I Don't Feel Alive - Starfall means dress shopping, and dress shopping means spending time with Nesta and Elain... the celebration is its own set of challenges that you struggle with. 💔

A Place In This World - Sevenda's is a welcome escape from the River House, where you've become little more than a ghost. 💖💔

Can't Help Falling In Love - Your gained independence has brought you more friendships, a companion, and, surprisingly, a new romance. 💖💔 (mild angst only)

Forever - Your new relationship is everything you'd ever dreamed of, and you want nothing more than to spend all of your time with your new partner. 💖

The Feels - Your partner continues to surprise you in the best way, while you grow closer with Mor at the same time. 💖

dance all night - tba

number one girl - tba

Your Bones - tba (partner pov)

TBA (partner pov)

TBA - Finale

Outline Notes

I Look In People's Windows - Can't Help Falling In Love

[writingforrhys]

Is It Over Now? Lucien x Reader, eventual Azriel x Reader Being taken away in the night by a Faerie High Lord is not something you could’ve expected for your short, mortal life - and falling in love with his red-headed emissary was the most dangerous part. He’d sworn you were to be together for the rest of your lives, so how do you cope when the Mother grants him a mate? His mate - your sister. ✰ Playlist ✰ Prologue

A Court of Thorns and Roses ✰ Chapter One ✰ Chapter Two ✰ Chapter Three ✰ Chapter Four (coming soon)

A Court of Mist and Fury ✰ TBD...

A Court of Wings and Ruin ✰ TBD...

A Court of Frost and Starlight ✰ TBD...

[erin-bo-berin]

Consequences of Desire

ACOTAR Masterlist

Sequel to Terms of Seduction

Following the Solstice ball, you’re left to deal with the fall out from your High Lord. But when Eris reappears in the Night Court for the first time since that night, round two of yours and Eris’s game soon begins.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x f!reader

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: smut, p in v, oral(m), fingering, rough sex, mirror sex, insane bantering, sexual tension, reader and Eris are back playing the game, this gets filthy

A/N: Well, as requested, these two are back with more tension, more games to play and more fun times. 😏 This dynamic was truly a delight to write. Thank you to @harvest-bunny & @garricktavisfanclub as per usual for helping me brainstorm and being my biggest supporters with writing. I appreciate all that yall do. 💕

Also thank you to @garricktavisfanclub who’s my resident mood board help. 🥰

Consequences were quite a pain in the ass and you were now living with them.

Rhys was furious with you.

You were angry and annoyed with Rhys.

The fallout from the night of the Solstice ball had been…intense, to say the least.

“What were you thinking?!” he’d roared at you, the next morning.

Despite Rhys being pleased with the outcome—that you’d been successful in securing the alliance with Eris—he hadn’t been exactly thrilled with your extracurricular activities.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” you’d glowered, crossing your arms and leveling your gaze at your High Lord, “Eris’s alliance with the Night Court seems to be secured and you got what you needed.”

The stars had winked out in his violet eyes, showing just how angry he was with you.

“If I’d known you two would become…involved, I wouldn’t have asked you to seal the alliance.”

“Why, because now you think I can’t handle it?”

You had swallowed hard, trying to choke down the embarrassment mixed with the indignation—feeling like a child being scolded by their mother. He was still your High Lord—more importantly your friend—even if you felt like biting his head off as much as it seemed like he was doing to you.

You’d taken a deep breath, trying to calm yourself and temper your anger. One that stemmed more from hurt than anything.

“It was bound to happen one way or another, Rhys. I will not apologize. You told me I didn’t have to seduce him into bed. You never said I couldn’t. This is absolutely none of your business, anyways. You got your alliance didn’t you?”

“Eris may be our ally, but I don’t trust him blindly. He’s a snake. You…” he’d paused, trailing off for a moment before continuing, “You are my family.”

Your lips had pursed, purposely ignoring the insult towards the eldest Vanserra, feeling strangely protective of him. Just because you’d slept with him didn’t mean you had any real insight into him as an individual, after all.

“You don’t trust me not to mess this up, do you?”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Whatever happens between me and him has nothing to do with his alliance or with you.”

“It has everything to do with me!”

His voice had boomed so loudly that you’d actually flinched, sure that all of Velaris had heard him.

You’d heard him angry with others before but had yet to experience that anger turned on you.

You’d stayed silent as Rhys exhaled and dragged his hands down his face, reeling in his own temper.

“I don’t trust that this isn’t some sort of game to Eris. Maybe just selfish pleasure for him. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

It was then that you’d realized that Rhys’s anger wasn’t true anger, only misplaced, masking his concern. You didn't fault him for that—especially with the complicated history he had with the Autumn heir—but it didn’t negate the fact that he’d lectured you.

“I can still make my own decisions, Rhys. If I get hurt then I will be the only one to blame, not you.”

“You were reckless. Anything could’ve happened to you.”

That stubborn protectiveness flared again.

“He would never hurt me.”

Despite your earlier thought of not knowing who Eris truly was, you believed that he wouldn’t. He hadn’t given you any indication of the sort when you’d tangled in the sheets with him—or the desk, really.

“You don’t know that,” Rhys had snapped back.

You had been reckless then, that’s for sure, but not in the way Rhys meant. You’d been reckless in opening your mouth to spew what you’d said next.

“You may be my High Lord and like a brother to me, but you have absolutely no right to dictate who I can and can’t fuck. Whatever happens, I can handle it.”

It had ended there as you’d ended up storming out before he could respond, absolutely pissed off—though you hadn’t missed the flash of guilt that had passed over Rhys’s face as you left.

But things still remained tense between you and the High Lord.

That had been two weeks ago.

Fourteen days.

You’d tried to convince yourself that you could handle it if it had been a one time thing—that nothing more was to come from the encounter after all, despite what Eris had said.

Yet the days since the Solstice ball seemed to drag for you anyway.

Even Solstice day had barely managed to preoccupy your attention—let alone distract you from your feelings of restlessness—despite the time with family and the festivities.

You weren’t quite sure why you were left disappointed that there hadn’t been any word—or visits, for that matter—from Eris since that night.

Not that you should’ve been surprised. Eris would only show up when it benefited him and his motives.

You couldn’t even begin to try to explain to Rhys why you’d done what you had— let alone try to explain it to yourself. You couldn’t understand why you felt so drawn to the Heir of Autumn.

All you knew was that whatever was between you and Eris Vanserra was addictive.

And you’d been craving more.

The most unsettling thing was you had no idea which you’d enjoyed more, playing the game with Eris or the actual sex.

Both had been exciting in their own right.

Which had resulted in you throwing yourself into training even harder lately—in an attempt to burn off the two different kinds of frustration you’d been left with because of Rhys and Eris.

You were in the training ring atop the House of Wind with Cassian, Nesta and Azriel when the ordinary day took a turn for the interesting.

You flipped the blade around in your hand—something Nesta had taught you. Not only did it expel excess energy, it did look rather impressive and intimidating. It’d quickly become something you found yourself doing in the in between moments of training.

It’d been at least half an hour since you’d done anything productive—last running through some drills with the steel blade in your hand, with Azriel.

You stood around messing with the blade, watching Cass and Az sparring hand to hand as Nesta stretched on the ground, wrapping up her own training session. You still planned on staying out here even well after everyone left, figuring you could burn off some tension with the wooden punching blocks.

Where are you?

You tried to tamp down the irritation the silky voice that had appeared in your mind automatically triggered. It sounded so much like the question Rhys had asked you that night—when you were in the middle of a much different activity.

Training ring. I’m still allowed to train right? Or do I have to ask for your permission to do that too?

It annoyed you that you could hear the amusement in his voice when his reply came.

I have a little gift for you.

Your reply was shot back nearly immediately.

I don’t need anything from you.

You were smug when the presence faded from your mind, but were left with irritation and excess energy that you felt clawing at you. You immediately righted your sword in your hand, going through all the maneuvers Cassian and Azriel had taught you, long ago, to expel the energy built up in you.

You tuned out the surrounding noise, focusing all your attention on your sword strikes, the proper combinations of movements. By now, you knew them by heart and your body obeyed the motions like it was second nature.

Block one. Slice three. Thrust two.

You heard Cassian’s voice in your mind from the numerous times he’d run you through these motions.

Block three. Slice two. Block two.

This time you heard Azriel’s.

Both had taught you everything you knew—were responsible for how well you’d come to know how to fight. You weren’t nearly the warriors that the two Illyrians were, or even Nesta was, but you were good in your own right.

The blade sliced through the air as sharply as it had when Cassian first demonstrated the maneuvers for you—back when you’d thought it’d be impossible for you to ever learn such a skill.

Your body moved with each strike and jab, hitting each move with such precision you once could only imagine mastering. You were so intensely focused, lost in your own world, that you had no knowledge of what was happening around you.

“Well, Rhysand, I didn’t realize training sessions in the Night Court were such a spectacle."

The moment you heard the smooth and arrogant cadence, your spine stiffened—as if your body became fully and completely aware of the male before you’d even laid eyes on him.

You were already hot and sweaty from the exertion, but your body heated for a very different reason when you turned to face a neutral looking Eris—with Rhys standing next to him.

Not shockingly, Eris’s face was a mask of cool indifference.

As if none of what had transpired between you and he, ever happened.

But all you could remember was his lips on yours, his hand wrapped around your throat, and the way his fingers had dug into your hips as you rode him. You remembered all too clearly how he’d felt inside you.

Your blood heated as the images flashed in your mind. The desire lidded look that he’d given you during the throes of passion—just how beautiful and sated he’d look afterwards. After not one, but two rounds.

Clearly, as Rhys had feared, it’d meant little to him.

You tried not to let that sting—tried to remind yourself that you were well aware of this possibility.

Your face betrayed nothing as your eyes shot to Rhys’s, knowing he’d hear your thought.

This is your gift?

Even though his face gave nothing away, Eris’s eyes stayed glued to you, eyes traveling the length of your body in your leathers before travelling back up to your face.

As per usual, he was put together. Pristine and courtly clothes, his red hair a drape over his tailored jacket.

“What are you doing here?” you asked aloud.

He didn’t deign to answer you though and you grit your teeth. It was amazing how you could be so infuriated and so intrigued by a male at the same time.

Rhys hadn’t bothered to answer you, either.

“I had a meeting with Eris,” Rhys said, “He was intrigued in viewing the weapons we use in training—said he’s always looking for new ideas regarding training with his soldiers. I told him I was more than happy to show him.”

You could’ve sworn a smirk was tugging at the edges of Rhys’s mouth as he glanced at you.

You knew I’d be up here, didn’t you?

Rhys finally responded, a twinkle in those violet eyes of his.

I had an inkling, yes.

This is your way of apologizing? No actual apology, you just bring him here and that’s that?

I can make him leave.

You watched as Eris followed Cassian to the weapons rack, the male not even having glanced back your way.

But you couldn’t help the way your eyes were continuously drawn back to him. Couldn’t help the way you itched to interact with him—even if you were annoyed beyond belief by him at the moment.

I never said this apology wouldn’t be enjoyed.

You heard the rumble of Rhys’s laughter in your mind, though your eyes hadn’t left your target.

The traitorous things dipped down and took in that spectacular backside as thoughts filled your mind—the memories of what that masculine body looked like underneath those fine clothes.

His arms were crossed as he took in all the weapons Cassian was showing him and your gaze fell to the prominent biceps on display due to his current stance.

Nesta—having finished with her stretches—sidled past you, a grin on her face.

“Back for more, I see,” she murmured to you as she passed, heading to get some water.

Azriel only shared her sentiment by smirking at you.

Of course with Rhys’s explosion the morning after the ball, the entire Inner Circle inevitably discovered just how you’d ended up spending the rest of your evening.

You pretended not to hear as you returned to twirling your blade in your hand—your focus not once leaving the Autumn male. You didn’t even care that he kept catching you staring. The corner of his lips twitched each time his eyes would flicker over and catch your gaze.

How he managed to keep his attention on you and the conversation with Cassian was beyond you.

You watched as Eris reached out, that broad hand that had done a myriad of other things to you, picking up a sword.

“It’s always a pleasure to see such fine specimens.”

Eris was talking to Cassian, the comment casual, but his amber eyes slid to yours. The heat in your cheeks wasn’t just from previous exertion or embarrassment.

That heat he’d stoked in you at the Solstice ball?

It had returned—tenfold.

You swore you heard Nesta choke on her water. You were also positive if you turned to the female, stunned, intrigued eyes would be on you.

“Some weapons truly are beautifully sculpted aren’t they?”

Your words were just as casual as his own, but your eyes belied their double meaning as they raked over his form.

Clearly, Eris caught on to your double edged comment, a small, devilish grin blooming on his lips.

You weren’t surprised to hear the sound of Rhys’s voice in your mind, sounding a bit stunned.

You’re…good at handling him.

You knew you were. Somehow—though it was a mystery as to how—you seemed to effortlessly match Eris step for step. After all, it was part of the game between the two of you.

You tried not to sound smug, but it slipped through in your mental retort, anyway.

I handle him perfectly.

Rhys practically scoffed in your mind, clearly picking up on your not so subtle double entendre.

Disgusting.

Eris weighed the sword in his hand, feeling the heft of it.

You remembered when you’d started your preliminary work with the steel blade—how hard it was for you to get used to the weight of it in your hand. It had been a learning curve due to the fact it was so much heavier than the practice sword you’d grown accustomed to up until that point.

You watched Eris’s eyes roam the blade, studying it. You didn’t expect him to raise it, resting the steel against his shoulder—nor did you expect him to turn to you.

His eyes dropped to the sword still in your hand before his gaze flicked up to your face, a full blown smirk on his pale face and he strode over to you.

“Let’s play, sweetheart.”

Your brows lifted.

“You want to spar with me?”

He didn’t answer you directly, instead he spoke to Rhys, though those amber eyes never left yours.

“Rhysand, I knew your courtier had quite the skilled tongue, but I had no idea she was so skilled with a sword.”

“I’m not a courtier,” you pointed out, matter of factly.

Your head tilted, your pulled back hair falling over your shoulder as you studied him curiously.

Intrigued—you were so intrigued.

“Mm,” Eris hummed, “Shame.”

Your smile was sharp, meant for only him—teasing, laced with obvious intent. Quite similar to ones you gave him at the ball. Only this time, it was far more dangerous, because of what lay between the two of you now.

An interesting—yet lethal—amount of intrigue, tension and allure.

“Didn’t I tell you something about it being improper to talk so candidly about a lady’s tongue?”

“Sweetheart, you are no lady.”

“Gods, spare me,” you heard the mumble come from Cassian.

You ignored him, lifting your chin as you looked directly at Eris.

“I’m skilled in far more than you give me credit for. I’m known to surprise.”

“Indeed you do,” he drawled, that lazy arrogance lacing his tone.

It might’ve needled anyone else, but it sent a bolt of heat through you. You recognized the remark for what it was—a taunting, a poking.

He was back to play the game with you.

And you were so ready to play.

Of course, that was when more of Rhys’s commentary came.

Is this what happened on the dance floor at the Solstice ball?

You hedged, mentally.

…you may not want to know the extent of what happened on the dance floor.

You could practically hear the exasperation in his tone as he witnessed your ongoing flirtation with Eris.

This is the House of Wind, not a pleasure hall!

You tried to bite back the smirk as you took in Eris—who very much was still staring at you intently, without having said a single word.

Did you not once promise Eris a pleasant welcome when he visited? I’m simply keeping your promise, Rhys.

“Cauldron, the tension is tighter than her hamstrings after exercising,” Cass uttered, unintentionally interrupting your mental conversation with Rhys as he watched you and Eris.

Eris’s eyes immediately cut from where they’d been focused on you, to behind you where the other general stood.

“Sounds like you’re relatively familiar with them.”

Your brow quirked at the tone of Eris’s voice. One you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Yes, I’m her trainer. I tend to help her stretch, sometimes. Can’t say I’ve exercised with her like you have, though.”

You had to suppress a groan.

“I’m sure you’ve wanted to, Cassian,” Eris replied, cooly, giving nothing away on that stony face of his.

Cass looked around dramatically, arms half raised at his sides, palms upwards, as he looked around—like he was looking towards an imaginary audience.

“Did someone forget to put Eris on the guest list for mine and Nes’s mating ceremony a few years ago?”

“This is amazing,” Nesta mumbled behind her hand, trying to rein in any laughter.

Her and Az were failing spectacularly as they snickered. Obvious amusement gleamed in the shadowsinger’s eyes. Rhys just looked like he was begging for the Mother to save him already.

“Are you gonna spar with me or are you just gonna stand around and run that pretty mouth of yours?”

Those amber eyes slid back to you, that mouth turning up in a delighted curl.

“Pretty mouth, huh? How complimentary of you.”

“One could find it easier to compliment you, Eris, if you shut that mouth more.”

You sauntered off towards the circle in the middle of the training pit, dragging the sword along the stone ground.

You knew it would make Cass cringe at the way you drug the blade, but you were going for dramatics. Not to mention an overemphasized sway of your hips that you knew Eris would zone in on.

Sure enough, when you turned, you found him right where you’d left him—watching you hungrily.

Good.

“Time to come play, Eris,” you cooed.

As you watched him approach, you mentally heard Rhys piping up again.

If you’re gonna fuck him again, can we not do it publicly?

Consider it a renewal of his sworn loyalty.

You were positive you heard Rhys mumble a prayer for strength under his breath.

You bit back your amusement and waited as Eris languidly approached. You fixed your stance, straightening your body and raising the blade before speaking.

“I don’t expect you to go easy on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he smirked, “I already know easy isn’t what you prefer anyways.”

The knowing twinkle in his eye—clearly referencing yours and his entanglement weeks prior—only made you want to knock him off his feet even more.

Figuratively and literally.

You didn’t start off on solid footing—ironically how Eris in general seemed to make you feel.

He made his first move. Your blade came up to dodge and strike his own, but he easily disarmed you, making you lose your balance and tumble forward.

The blade went clattering to the ground and you landed on hands and knees in front of him. You found yourself momentarily thankful for the training mats that lined the circle. You could only imagine how much the tumble would’ve hurt, falling straight onto stone.

You scowled up at the preening arrogance he displayed.

You could practically hear the winces and inhales of your friends—who were very much busybodies and had stayed to watch you play once again with Eris.

“Lucky start,” you huffed.

He didn’t take your bait though, only smirking more.

“If you truly wanted to get on your knees for me, there are much easier ways to do it than this,” Eris drawled down to you.

You rose to his challenge with ease—just like you had that night at the ball.

“I do recall you being on your knees for me, first.”

Eris barked a laugh, clearly surprised. As if he hadn’t been sure if Solstice had been a fluke—if he’d dreamed it all.

You were more than prepared to prove you could match him. Again.

You knew Eris realized you could’ve been referencing either the dance floor or in a Hewn City guest room and it absolutely delighted you.

Cauldron.

The word floated into your mind but you didn’t bother responding to Rhys, though he sounded equal parts exasperated and impressed.

Eris offered you a hand, but you ignored it, rising on your own, dusting off the front of your leathers.

“Here I thought you were skilled in dance and pretty words alone. I didn’t anticipate you excelling in swordsmanship, too.”

Eris scoffed, eyes trailing your form as if almost insulted.

“Clearly you don’t know me well enough, then. You think a General of the Autumn Court’s forces wouldn’t be skilled in combat?”

You knew he was. But you couldn’t resist messing with him a little bit.

“I think I’m rather familiar with you by now,” you quipped just as easily.

A coy smile crossed your face, matching the smoldering look you gave him. He missed nothing, his gaze just as intent on yours—as if maybe he, too, was remembering what had occurred.

You swallowed back your rising desire, musing at how easily it was for him to rile you. Somehow, it had seemed to happen even faster and more intensely today than at the ball.

Grabbing your sword off the ground, you reset, prepared to go up against Eris—in more ways than one.

You halfway heard the conversation between your friends as you circled Eris—this time for a much different reason than when you’d danced with him.

“I feel like I should look away, but I can’t,” Cass muttered.

“They are rather enticing aren’t they?” Nesta answered, sounding rather proud of you.

“If they start fucking, I’m out,” Cass grunted.

It was Rhys you heard sigh.

“They probably will.”

You knew Eris heard every single word, too. The smirk on his lips, alone, indicated he had.

Those lips that had been everywhere on you, once upon a time. On your own, on your body, between your legs.

Eris saw the exact moment your concentration slipped and struck.

He wasn’t the General of Autumn Court’s forces for nothing. The male was deadly.

“Shit,” you cursed, just barely managing to dodge his blow.

You were a novice in comparison to him.

“Doesn’t pay to be distracted in a sword fight, sweetheart,” Eris taunted, tsking at you.

“Who says I’m distracted?” you shot back.

You spun away from another strike Eris threw your way.

“You planning to dodge all of my advances or do you intend to play with me?”

Challenge laced his words and you felt the spark of determination flare to life within you.

Yes, he was a general—much like Cassian—but you’d been known to hold your own against Cassian before. There was nothing to say you couldn’t against Eris.

You lunged forward with the same precision and grace Cassian and Azriel had taught you, catching Eris off guard as your blade struck his—the closest you’d come yet to striking him.

His amber eyes danced with delight.

“There’s my good girl,” he purred.

“Well, shit,” you heard Rhys mumble.

You also heard the answering hums from the other three.

“Is this what happened at the Solstice ball?” you heard Azriel whisper.

You had to chuckle, knowing Azriel had echoed Rhys’s earlier sentiment.

“If she followed my instruction, worse things likely happened,” Nesta answered the shadowsinger.

It seemed the eldest Archeron knew you well.

You tuned them out after that, your body buzzing from the game you were locked in with the heir of Autumn.

It was as if it was some sort of twisted foreplay for the two of you.

“Are you actually good at a sword fight or are you all sharp tongue and misplaced confidence like you seem to be with everything else, princeling?”

He just chuckled and you fought a shiver at how sensuous it sounded—like it was a laugh for your ears only.

He darted forward again and you danced backwards, blocking his move.

“Careful. One might think I have such an effect on you that you need to resort to petty taunts.”

You actually laughed at that. A low chuckle of your own as you remembered just how caught off guard you’d left him on the ballroom floor.

“You’re one to talk, Eris. I do believe you were the one affected last time.”

The image flashed behind your eyes—how you’d left him there, flushed, chest heaving, looking all for the world like he’d had no idea how he’d gotten there.

Right after you’d rubbed him so thoroughly—to the point he’d come in his pants.

Gods, a part of you wanted to hear him make noises like that again.

Focus. You needed to focus.

He was extremely skilled, though that wasn’t surprising. He had centuries of experience on you. But it didn’t dampen your determination to at least keep up.

You lunged forward, attempting a counter attack—the first you’d tried since you began sparring with Eris.

His body was fluid as he dodged and parried beautifully.

Mother above was there anything this male did that wasn’t beautiful?

Your body jerked just in time to block what would be a slash to your arm in a real sword fight. But you were clumsy. You lost your footing, falling backwards on your ass.

You cursed, annoyed and frustrated. At least your blade still remained in your hand.

Eris didn’t goad you though, didn’t ridicule you. He just watched you with that searing gaze.

This time when he offered you his hand, you took it and he pulled you up with ease, though he pulled you as close as you’d been for some of the dances you’d shared with him.

Your face was mere inches from his, you could feel his chest rise and fall against your body that was pressed closely—too closely—to his.

When he spoke, he was near enough that you felt his breath fanning against your face. His voice was low enough that you knew even with their fae hearing, the others wouldn’t be able to completely decipher what was being said.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten your cute little trick. You should find yourself grateful I don’t enact revenge on you right here in front of everyone.”

Such intent blazed in those eyes—the spark of him remembering just what you’d done to him. That gaze dropped to your lips, just briefly, before lifting to your eyes again.

Your answering remark came out much more breathless and seductive than you intended.

“Maybe you should.”

Gods, there were those flames sparking to life in his eyes. Ones you’d quickly learned that showed up not only when he angered but when he was utterly and completely aroused.

You felt your own stirring, the desire to just kiss him right here and now so overpowering that you had to tighten your grip on your sword just to stay in control. Your breathing was rough and you ached, absolutely aware of his hand still in yours.

But if he wanted to play the game of pretending nothing happened between the two of you, then you would too.

It was you that moved first, taking a step back. But it was Eris, Eris that threw you off the most.

For he looked ruffled, frayed, like he was losing the carefully crafted control he’d always seemed to wield.

“For fucks sake not again,” you heard Rhys mutter.

You thought that was Nesta shushing him.

But you kept your eyes on Eris, determined to see this to the end.

“Why do they look like two wild animals doing a mating dance?” you heard Cassian muse.

You didn’t have to look at Azriel to know his head was cocked in interest, taking things in like he did with everything he found intriguing—likely how he was with the spectacle you and Eris were currently providing them with. Even his statement sounded baffled.

“It’s like watching him in heat.”

“Didn’t know he was even capable,” Cass muttered.

It was Nesta you heard murmur, almost overlapping Cassian’s statement, “You don’t think they’re m—”

“No.”

It was a resounding answer from all three Illyrians—Cass, Rhys and Az speaking with the same amount of firmness in their voices that left no room for arguments.

You had no idea what they were talking about, but then again you were too busy focusing on Eris. Watching his body move effortlessly—just like it had on the dance floor. The art of sparring was very similar to dancing, apparently.

You blocked Eris’s next maneuver, the clang of metal on metal reverberating up your arm, but you held it steady.

You didn’t miss the small smile on his face.

“No,” you heard an additional, final whisper from Rhys.

Clearly in response to whatever your friends had been discussing earlier.

You weren’t entirely sure how this sparring session would come to an end, but you were giving it your all, calling up every last bit of knowledge you’d gleaned in your training over the years. All the tips, tricks and movements Cassian and Azriel taught you.

You feinted, hoping to make a strike, but Eris caught it.

“Clever,” Eris murmured, lips twitching.

He wasn’t teasing you and seemed genuinely impressed, but still, it irked you. Motivated you to try and prove him wrong.

You tossed him a sweet, competitive smile.

“I aim to please,” you retorted.

“Oh, you do,” he grinned wider, shifting forward.

As you turned on the ball of your foot, dodging and spinning, Rhys’s mental voice filled your mind again.

Are you fighting or fucking?

Your blade arced in the air as Eris caught it against his, his own determination etched on his face. You shot back your own answer to Rhys, coyly.

Who says it can’t be both?

You and Eris became a blur of movement—very similar to how the two of you were while dancing. His blade was loose in his grip—like this was easy for him—though it probably was.

You struck harder than necessary with the next swipe of your blade, missing a hit that normally would’ve struck the target, when you were sparring against Cassian.

“Careful,” Eris murmured lowly, “You’re slipping.”

Whether he meant your fighting stance or your ability to keep up a cool facade around him—due to him affecting you in ways you couldn’t even begin to understand—you weren’t quite sure.

You spun again, dodging another blow that came your way.

You had a split second to think of your next move and you went for it before the idea fully materialized in your mind.

It was slight, it was subtle. You withdrew the slightest, wincing with a quick shift of your weight to the other foot, favoring your left ankle.

“What is she—” Nesta asked, but Az cut her off.

“Wait for it…” the shadowsinger murmured.

You saw the pause. The millisecond of hesitation on Eris’s face as his eyes dipped to your ankle. You struck like a viper then, fast and precise this time.

Getting past his guard, you hit the move that Cassian once taught you, absolutely perfectly. Your blade shot upward, taking advantage of his unguarded weak spot—the opening he’d unknowingly left vulnerable for you just long enough for you to strike. You disarmed him, knocking his sword cleanly from his hand.

You thought you heard Cass cheer at the maneuver.

But, like your previous maneuver, you struck too hard and fast—with too much momentum. Your blade went clattering to the ground with Eris’s and you fell forward, knocking the both of you to the ground.

You landed askew on top of him, halfway on his chest, your face once again back in close proximity to his.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath from the physical activity—trying not to focus on the fact that you were close enough to count the freckles splattered on his face. Or that this proximity was a little too reminiscent to other intimate things the two of you had done.

His hands had caught you, firm on your sides as he stared up at you.

His red hair gleamed in the sunlight, splaying out haphazardly beneath him, his eyes fully focused on your face. His chest rose and fell rapidly, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.

You’d once thought he was beautiful in the few times you’d caught sight of him prior to the Solstice ball. But now?

Now, he was absolutely devastating.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but then your ears caught up to the racket your family was making.

Cheers, excited chattering and talking over one another.

“I cannot believe she—”

“Pft, I can,” Nesta huffed, interrupting Rhys.

“We really should’ve bet on this,” Az mused.

But Cass drowned them all out as he hooted and hollered.

“That’s my girl! I taught her how to fake out like that!”

You felt the reverberation in his chest before the sound registered to your ears as Eris growled lowly—loud enough to make even your friends pause.

You assumed it was because of him losing—making no connection to Cass’s passing term of endearment.

“Interesting,” Cassian quipped, “Someone’s testy.”

“Or a sore loser,” Az mumbled.

“That sounded suspiciously like a posses—”

This time it was Rhys interrupting Nesta.

“Absolutely not.”

But you’d stopped paying attention to whatever they were talking about, as if you and Eris were lost in your own world.

Strands of hair had fallen loose from where you’d tied it back, falling into your face. They hung in your eye line as you peered down at the Autumn male—who had yet to say anything—laying beneath you, holding you.

You barely registered that his hand had moved until fingers gently brushed a few of the strands out of your eyes. He tucked them behind your ear before his hand came to rest against your cheek, cupping it in a surprisingly gentle motion.

Your eyes searched his, finally managing to find words to say.

“I believe I just won, General.”

“Did you? Because I’m feeling like I won,” he rasped, voice deeper, suspiciously sounding strained.

A throat clearing seemed to snap you out of the spell you’d fallen under, realizing you were still on top of Eris.

“There’s intel I should be poring over,” Az said casually.

Your head turned, away from Eris’s touch, looking over your shoulder towards your friends, yet you made no effort to move off of him yet.

You were met with a variety of bemused, intrigued and gaping expressions.

Rhys, alone, looked like he was begging the Mother for intervention at this point.

“I think I hear Feyre calling me,” Rhys uttered, still blinking at you.

“Yes, me and Nes have…shopping—things—to do, too,” Cass said.

He practically had to pull a still gaping Nesta away as Rhys, then Az, shot skyward. Then the General of the Night Court grabbed his mate in his arms and shot into the skies with her.

Suddenly, the proximity was too real now that you and Eris were left alone. You practically shot to your feet, gathering the blades in your hands to return them to the rack.

“Didn’t expect you to drop by for a sword fight, but thanks for the visit, I suppose,” you threw over your shoulder.

You heard the sounds of rustling behind you as he rose to his feet.

“Perhaps I was in need of entertainment. It was an awfully dull two weeks—it’s a miracle I survived. One does get bored without such scintillating company.”

You snorted. Pretty words from a pretty male. Nothing unusual.

You heard him approach behind you and you turned, willing all the desire that ran through your body to turn into frustration.

“It shouldn’t have surprised me that you disappeared for two weeks. That mouth is good for a lot of pretty words, but also a lot of empty promises.”

The male actually blinked, as if your accusations had caught him off guard.

“I would’ve been perfectly fine knowing that it was a one time thing and you weren’t interested in any further…visits. We had our fun, right?”

You were lying through your teeth. You wouldn’t have been okay. Having him once wasn’t an itch that had been scratched, it was a desire that had only strengthened afterwards.

You didn’t think you could ever get enough of him.

“You think I don’t want you again?”

He sounded baffled as he stared down into your face.

You remained aloof, only shrugging as if unbothered.

“You like playing the game. I mean I suppose I do too. We’re good at it. I figured you had your taste, was satisfied and the challenge wasn’t as enticing anymore.”

His hand came up once again, fingers caressing your jawline. You tried not to visibly react to his touch, tried to keep your breathing even.

Especially when his thumb brushed the curve of your lower lip—like he was seriously contemplating kissing you right there and then.

“You think I stayed away because I didn’t want you again?”

Eris’s voice was low, measured, like he was holding on to the reins of control with the last little bit he had left in him. His eyes searched your face, an intensity in them that differed from all the other kinds you’d seen.

The pad of his thumb ran over the swell of your lip and you were half tempted to kiss it as your breath stuttered at his touch. His whispered statement nearly broke all of that restraint.

“The problem is, I want you too much.”

You forced yourself to step back, to take a breath, to settle your racing heart. Your skin tingled with just the barest amount of touch from him, your core turning into molten lava—though that had been occurring for some time now. Even well before you’d begun sparring with him.

“Why don’t I believe you? You’ve always had an agenda of your own, Eris, this shouldn’t be any different.”

You turned, heading towards the archway that led to the stairs down to the House.

If you thought Eris would give up easily, you were painfully mistaken.

He called your name, following you through the archway. You were unsurprised to find he followed you down the stairwell, too.

When you reached the House proper, you realized that Eris wasn’t going anywhere. All modes of transportation for him had left earlier, anyways.

Your name was sharper on his tongue this time when he finally grabbed your arm, stopping you. The two of you stood in the hallway just past the dining room between that and the stairs that led down to the bedrooms.

You turned to him, eyes lifting to his face.

He didn’t give you the chance to speak.

“I’ve never had an agenda with you. I’ve never even had a battle plan when it comes to you.”

He dropped your arm, hands coming up to the wall behind you—caging you in—as if he needed the extra stability when it came to you.

“What do you mean?” you asked, brows furrowed.

You were very much aware of the warmth of his body so close to yours for the third time in one afternoon.

“I mean that I never saw you coming,” he mumbled, eyes dropping to roam your face, as if memorizing it.

His words were eerily similar to Rhys’s from over a month ago—how you would be the perfect female for the job you’d been tasked to do because Eris wouldn’t see you coming.

It seemed like your High Lord had been right on the nose.

“I always have a plan for everything. Consider outcomes, every probable angle. I couldn’t do that with you. You were…an uncertain. One that left me more shaken than I think I’ve ever been.”

Your lips parted in surprise. You knew you’d had an effect on him to a certain point—clearly as experienced in that Hewn City guest room—but you’d had no idea it was to this extent.

His head dipped, voice lowering.

“For two weeks all I could think of was you bent over that desk, that tight little cunt squeezing me. All I wanted to do was rush back here and bury myself in you again and again.”

You swallowed hard, the effect of his words hitting your body instantaneously. You felt the ache between your thighs increase, felt your nipples harden under your leathers, rubbing against the material—very inconveniently, too.

“So why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know. Stupidity? Fear that I’d manufactured it all in my mind?”

He was dangerously close to you now. Your eyes kept sliding to his mouth, remembering the feel of them against yours. Aching to kiss him again.

“You didn’t imagine any of it,” you assured.

“Good—because now all I want is you coming on my cock again.”

Your breath hitched as your eyes flickered back up to his awaiting ones.

“It’s the only thing I’d imagine in bed every night. Just laying there, thinking of you.”

His voice was rougher, huskier now, desire coating his cadence thickly.

You didn’t dare admit that you’d had the same line of thoughts. Had tried repeatedly to tamper the heat and the incessant need that kept burning through you.

Subconsciously, your hand curled at your side. Naturally, Eris caught it. His eyes flicked down to it, a wicked smile curling his lips as he somehow managed to piece together your line of thoughts in relation to the movement.

“Bet your hand doesn’t even compare to me, does it?”

His eyes sharped when you didn’t answer.

“Does it?” he repeated more firmly, crowding closer.

Your breath whooshed from your chest.

“No, Eris,” you answered, truthfully.

He made a sound low in his throat at your admission, likely at the idea of you pleasuring yourself to thoughts of him. It shot down your spine, making you even more aware of the male.

“I thought not,” he whispered.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. Couldn’t take the way your blood felt overheated, the way your body buzzed when close to him—as if too tight, too aware.

You grabbed the collar of his jacket and yanked him down to you with more strength than you realized you possessed. His lips collided against yours and you sighed in relief the moment his were against yours again.

He’d stumbled a tad when you’d tugged him down to you, groaning in relief, one hand braced against the wall so as to not crush you. Now though, his hand relocated to your hip, sliding up your back as your lips moved with his.

Your fingers—which had first curled into the fabric of his jacket—now relaxed, hands sliding up to his shoulders. One brushed past the curtain of his hair as your hand journeyed upwards, cupping his face as you kissed him.

Your head spun from his kiss as he pulled you closer against his body, all the hard lines of his powerful build pressed against you. Much too soon, he broke away, leaving you craving more.

But he had other plans as his lips dropped to your jaw, your neck. He pressed you against the hall wall as his lips ravished you.

Cauldron, what was it with you two and hallways?

You pushed him back just the slightest and he pulled back, eyes dark and filled with as much desire as you knew yours likely held. He looked half wild, as if he’d forgotten just where you and he were.

Not that anyone was around, but you didn’t want this to happen in a hallway.

“My room,” you bit your lip.

Everything in you wanted to grab him by the hand and lead him there. But it was a last test of sorts.

If he wanted out, didn’t want this again, he didn’t have to—wouldn’t—follow you.

You tried not to get your hopes up, even when you heard the scuffle of his footsteps behind you, as he followed you down the stairs to your room.

The moment the door clicked closed behind him, you let go of any restraint you’d held on to up to this point. You whirled just as fast as you had in the training ring when dodging a potential hit.

This time, it was you that pressed him against the architecture.

Your lips crashed into his, hot and eager.

You hardly gave him time to explore your mouth like he clearly wished to—though you nipped at his bottom lip—fingers already working at the buttons of his jacket.

You were practically salivating, dying to see that muscled body again—the same one that’d haunted your memories.

Your lips followed the path downwards, pressing to every inch of skin that was exposed as your fingers fumbled over every button. He shucked it off, letting it fall to the floor nearly the second after you’d released the last button.

“Gods, I missed this,” you breathed, perhaps too candidly.

You trailed hot kisses down the length of his body, feeling the sculpted muscles under your fingertips as you landed on your knees in front of him.

A slight, broken sound left his lips as he watched you kneel before him, this time with clear intention and desire to be there.

You were attempting to be patient—wanting to take care of him this time—but you were already desperate to have him inside you again.

You blocked out the thoughts of the stretch of his cock inside you had felt, how rough he’d been—how deep—and focused on unfastening his pants as your tongue glided over his abdomen.

You heard his sharp intake of breath, but your attention was on freeing his cock, pushing his pants down just enough so you could lavish him like he had you on that specific evening.

You could’ve moaned at the sight of him.

You wasted no time, leaning down to lick one languid stripe from base to tip.

The moment your mouth was on him, he groaned so loudly and deeply that you had to squeeze your thighs together, moaning against him in answer.

Now he had just a small idea of what it’d felt like for you when he’d been on his knees for you, his mouth between your legs.

Being on your knees for him was just as intoxicating though. You hadn’t realized how much you craved the weight of him in your mouth until you were actually here, making that desire a reality.

What spurred you on, though, was the noises that came from the heir.

Your tongue circled the tip briefly before you took him in your mouth fully.

The drawn out groan that came from above you satisfied you immensely. As you slid your mouth along him, your hands wandered—from gripping his hips to sliding over that chiseled abdomen.

Your nails lightly scraped down the dips and curves of his stomach as you took him further in.

“Gods, sweetheart, fuck.”

You hummed, pleased at his incoherent babbling—and you were only beginning.

Something told you he wouldn’t be patient long—wouldn’t let you stay here for long. But you were stubborn. You wanted him coming down your throat.

You heard his head thunk against the door he leaned against. You peered up at him and saw his eyes slip closed momentarily.

As if he could feel your gaze on him, his eyes opened again, meeting your own.

“Please let me fuck you,” he groaned, trying to pull you off him.

Ah, there it was.

You knew mischief sparked in your eyes as you watched his own darken, the growl coming from deep within his chest confirming that fact.

You took him as far as you could, lips moving over his cock. Your hand wrapped around the base of him, gently squeezing.

You felt his fingers at the back of your head and for a moment you were positive he was going to forcefully remove you by your hair. Instead, his fingers pulled your hair free from where you’d tied it up earlier for training—just like he’d done last time.

Your hair fell along your shoulders, over the back of your neck and along your back before his hand threaded into it, fingers gripping tightly.

“Much better,” he panted.

You, in turn, picked up your pace, eager for his release like it was your own. You felt your cunt clench around nothing at his deep moan of your name, as his hips began to cant.

You moaned around his length as he fucked your mouth, earning a growl from him, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“Sweetheart, please.”

Peeking up at him again, you saw how desperate he was for you, mirroring your own desire for him.

You let him see the intent on your face—let him know you weren’t stopping until he was completely spent. You wanted him to have this, first.

There was plenty of time for the rest that was to come.

He grunted, hips moving faster as your hand and mouth worked him. The closer he got, the more he seemed to unleash himself.

Your eyes watered at the depth of him as he hit the back of your throat, but you groaned around him as he became increasingly louder.

You’d only briefly registered the fact last time—at how surprisingly loud Eris could truly get.

You loved every second of it.

If the way his grip had tightened, or the way his thrusts increased speed were of any indication, you knew he was rapidly approaching release. You removed your hand from around his cock and reached down, gently cupping his balls.

He came with a groan so loud, it shot straight to your core and you whimpered around him as he spurted down your throat—just like you’d been eager for him to.

Your mouth slid off of him gracefully as you sat back, watching him look the most undone you thought you’d ever seen from the male.

You discreetly wiped your mouth with the side of your thumb as you stood, his gaze locked on yours.

The tension was thick. Both from the knowledge of what you’d just done and the fact you and he clearly wanted to do so much more.

You watched as he took a moment to fully step out of the rest of his clothes. Your eyes tracked him, watching him back up to the bed before he perched on the edge of the bed—utterly nude—quite similarly to how you once had, though against a desk.

Your eyes raked down at the length of his body, all those muscles on display, at the cock that instantly hardened under your gaze.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fae, after all.

Suddenly, you saw the appeal of the sight and how you doing the same thing to him, mere weeks ago, had had such an effect on him.

Without a word, you stepped between his legs, leaning down to kiss him again.

But he stopped you, lips instead coming up to brush the spot where a tear track had yet to dry completely—the result from having his cock so deep in your mouth. He left little kisses just underneath the corner of your eye, soft, barely brushing your skin.

In an odd way, it felt like a thanks of some sort. Despite the fact that you’d enjoyed doing it.

Finally, his lips turned back to yours, connecting them.

Your hands relaxed on his biceps as your head tilted and your lips parted under his. It was a slower kiss, less frenzied, but the heat lingered, just waiting for the fire to spark again. His tongue swept in, twining with yours as he pulled you closer.

His hands traveled up the back of your thighs and over your backside, gripping it, making you moan into his mouth.

He chuckled against your mouth before he pulled away. Your mouth was instantly chasing his again for another kiss, but those strong arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you into him as his lips nipped your jawline.

“Do you know how wild you drive me every time you open that pretty little mouth?”

You arched into his lips, head tilting.

“We are good at playing the game, are we not?” you retorted.

He hummed, fingers coming to the pants’ waistband of your leathers as he left hot, open mouth kisses down your neck.

“Even better at working together,” he practically purred to you.

His fingers dipped into the waistband, tugging as if to pull them off your body—still flushed and warm from sparring. Though now, your body was heated for much different reasons.

“Cauldron, if these didn’t give such a spectacular view, I’d be complaining about how skin tight they are,” Eris muttered as he quite literally peeled your leathers off you.

First came the pants then the top. The fire in his eyes blazed to life when your naked body was again exposed to him. You only smirked as he busied himself pulling your underwear down.

“If you have such complaints, I’ll just greet you naked next time.”

He growled appreciatively, teeth scraping over your shoulder playfully before kissing the area. He released his grip on you, scooting back on the bed towards the middle.

“Come here,” he murmured, not quite an order, but a request.

Eris’s eyes followed you as you climbed after him, situating yourself in his lap. He pulled you down into it with hands on your sides. You rose to your knees again, reaching between the two of you to guide him towards your entrance.

His hand caught yours before you could though, fingers wrapping around your wrist.

“I want to take my time with you.”

You fought a shiver that his words elicited, nodding slightly.

His hand came up, cupping your cheek, thumb brushing over it softly before he was pulling your face back to his.

It nearly made you dizzy how he could go from heat to tenderness and back so quickly, always keeping you on your toes. You loved it, but just like the male himself, it often robbed you of breath.

He groaned as you dragged your bare cunt against his hard cock and you sighed, completely content to stay right here in his lap with him underneath you.

He pulled back after a moment, eyes dropping from your face. Heat and downright delight filled his eyes as he took in your bare breasts—a part of your body he didn’t take much time exploring last time.

His thumb brushed the underside of one before the pad of his pointer finger circled your nipple as if entranced.

“Mother spare me, you males are all alike,” you teased.

He snorted, hand covering the entirety of your breast. You moaned softly, back arching at the feel of your nipple against his palm.

“Reason number one for taking my time,” he mumbled, dropping kisses over the swell of the opposite breast.

Your surprised exhaled moan had him grinning against your skin. His tongue flicked the nipple and your chest arched towards his mouth as he pulled the bud between his lips.

Your fingers curled into the soft lengths of his hair near where your hand rested on his shoulder.

Your mind finally caught up to what he’d just said.

“You mean there’s more than one reason?” you breathed.

He hummed, the reverberation against your nipple making you hiss, spiking your arousal more. It was a wonder you weren’t practically dripping on him now.

Something told you he’d be filled with nothing but smug pride if you happened to.

He sat back so he could look at you fully. Your eyes took in the pale face—usually cold—but now was softer somehow. Warmer.

Your eyes traced the path of the freckles on his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose—though there didn’t seem to be any sort of uniformity or cohesion to them. Some strange part of you wanted to spend time tracing them all, kissing each one.

His voice broke into your thoughts.

“Reason number two—you deserved to be worshipped.”

He dropped a kiss to your collarbone.

Your hands disappeared into his hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck, grinning slyly.

“Is there more?”

One hand slid down your side as he reached down between you two. You jerked slightly at the feel of his thumb brushing your clit.

“Yes.”

His thumb rubbed slow circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked toward his hand and he chuckled.

He watched you lazily, eyes lidded with desire as your hands slid back to grip his shoulders. Your head fell back, eyes closing as you moved your hips for more friction.

You’d halfway forgotten what you and he had even been talking about when he answered.

“Reason number three—I want to have plenty to remember you by.”

Your head lifted as you looked at him again, letting a bit of that coy and teasing version of you rise to the surface again—even if you were well past that and just wanted him to fuck you again.

“Remember me, hmm?”

His wicked grin sent heat blooming low in your belly. Sharp and seductive, as deadly as he could be—but without the usual cold intent. For this smile was full of teasing promise, sensual and meant for you, alone.

“Only until the next time.”

You gasped as you felt him push a finger into you, your fingers tightening on his shoulders. He was slow, lazy, curling it in you before adding a second.

“I say you spend your time focused on now, Eris.”

He kissed and nibbled along the shell of your ear, leaving a kiss on the arched tip. You shivered at the sensitivity though it heightened the pleasure.

He withdrew his fingers from you to plunge them back in again as he spoke against your ear. The cool, lazy drawl of his voice made your toes curl.

“Happy to, sweetheart.”

You moaned again, moving on his hand, desperate for release after an entire afternoon of being wound tight. Gods, if you were honest, after a whole two weeks of being wound tightly by him.

“Mm, make those sweet noises for me, beautiful,” he cooed.

You felt a flash of heat at the nickname, but all you could focus on was the beginnings of release building as his thumb flicked your clit again.

You certainly put on quite the show. I’m not sure it was the wisest thing to do to leave you alone with him up there, though.

All focus on impending release shattered when you heard the cool amused voice in your mind.

You could’ve groaned aloud.

Rhys, I swear to the Mother—you have the absolute worst timing.

You tried focusing on Eris, but Rhys’s insistent reply came quickly.

Am I interrupting something?

You could hear the amusement thick in his voice. For a split second you wished you possessed daemati abilities just so you could bother him at the most inopportune times. Just so he’d know how it felt.

Your exasperation was apparent in your mental voice.

Well if you’d like to know all the ways Eris is about to fuck me, I’d be happy to indulge.

Ugh gross. Spare me.

You sighed mentally, despite what you were doing in the moment. Your hips had stilled, focusing on your mental conversation. There was a brief pause and Rhys sent another thought your way.

I am sorry for how I behaved.

Not that the apology isn’t appreciated but can we really do this another time? One that’s not right now?

All you heard was his dark chuckle as he disappeared from your mind, leaving you to your fun.

Eris had pulled his fingers free from you and you eyed him hungrily as you watched the way his fingers slid from his mouth as he licked them clean.

His following statement was so casual, so Eris that it shouldn’t have shocked you or come as a surprise. It only made you throb even more for him.

“Doesn’t Rhysand know how to do anything but interrupt?”

You gaped at him.

“How do you do that?”

The room tilted and you suddenly found yourself facing the ceiling as he rolled the both of you to the point you were on your back and he was hovering over you.

“I know when your attention isn’t where it belongs. On me.”

“What, you don’t want to share me with Rhys?”

He practically snarled at your taunting words. He pressed his hips into yours, as if to remind you which male was the one here with you.

“I do not want to hear his name come out of your mouth right now.”

The smirk that bloomed on your lips quickly died as his lips attached to your throat and he pressed against you again. Your hips automatically lifted towards him, more than ready for him.

He murmured against your throat.

“I’d kill Beron right now just so you could remain in my bed forever.”

One hand opened your legs wider for him and he fell between them, forearms coming to brace either side of your head as he lowered himself over you.

You bit your lip, smirking up at the beautiful heir of Autumn.

“Would you like to see me on your throne, Princeling?”

He groaned at your teasing comment, teasing you in return, the tip of his cock nudging at your opening.

“Dangerous words, sweetheart. I’d have you on it multiple times a day. Maybe multiple times an hour.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” you groaned, wanting more, wanting all of him.

Normally, he probably would’ve chuckled at your comment, but all that came from him was a deep groan as he pushed into you.

You didn’t think it was possible to forget how big he was, but the stretch made your breath catch, just short of being too much.

“Gods,” he breathed, head dropping forward at the feeling.

His hair fell around the two of you and you reached a hand up, threading your fingers through it again as you tilted your face up to kiss him—like you couldn’t get enough of him, even with things having just begun.

His movements were slow and easy at first, shallow, lazy thrusts and you whined, not satisfied.

“Impatient,” he mumbled against your mouth.

Your teeth scraped against his bottom lip—sinking into it gently—in response. His answering grunt made you giggle as you pulled back, beaming up at him triumphantly.

His face softened and his eyes stayed on yours as his hips retreated then thrust forward again, harder and deeper this time.

Your lashes fluttered, delighting in the absolute delicious feeling of him nestled within you again.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

Your eyes opened to discover him staring at you. You swallowed, unable to find the words to say.

“More, Eris, please.”

Balancing his weight on one arm, his hand glided up the outside of one of your thighs, pulling your leg up on his hip.

You felt the shift, the deeper angle even before he moved again and you mewled, rocking your hips upwards to meet him.

“I love how responsive you are to me,” he uttered, rolling his hips forward teasingly.

You moaned again, unable to stop himself.

In simple terms, he just felt so good.

You told him so around a breathless sigh as your body met his rhythm.

“I can’t get you out of my mind,” he groaned his confession as he thrust again with more determination, “What have you done to me?”

“Eris,” you moaned breathlessly, body naturally arching into his.

“I’ll never tire of hearing that,” he grunted.

You lifted your other leg, wrapping both around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Such a good girl for me,” he rasped, mouth hot at your throat, leaving a trail of kisses along it.

“Gods, Eris,” you whimpered, unable to say anything else.

The feeling of his body against yours, his lips on you, cock hitting so deep was driving you wild. You had never experienced such a feeling as this.

It was different than last time, your body and his tangled so completely, entwined together in a way you couldn’t even describe. It was more intimate, yet at the same time just as passionate as the first times had been.

Your fingers dug into his back, feeling the muscles shift under your touch as he moved in you.

“Fuck, I don’t want this to end,” you sighed around a moan, more candid than you’d intended to be.

Your body rocked so perfectly with his as he thrust into you repeatedly, sending you higher and higher.

One of your hands dropped, fisting the sheets, nails of the other hand dragging down his back as he snapped his hips forward again.

His hand reached for the arm tangled in the sheets before pushing over your head—against the mattress—his hand sliding into yours as his ground his hips against yours. You cried out, squeezing his fingers in your own as his thrusts picked up, bringing you closer to the edge.

He murmured half intelligible praises to you, lips skimming your jaw, your ear as he moved.

“You feel so good.”

“You take me so well.”

“Like you’re meant for me.”

“Look at me.”

With that last command, your eyes opened. You weren’t even sure how long he’d been staring at you.

His lips were parted, breath ragged as he watched you underneath him. His free hand fell between your bodies, fingers rubbing circles, determined to bring you to release before he let himself come.

“Fuck,” you breathed, arching more into him.

The pleasure was reaching a crescendo and he squeezed the hand still in his, letting you know he was here with you, that you were safe.

Before you had any chance to warn him, your orgasm hit you with a strength you hadn’t expected. The intensity left you breathless as your back bowed off the bed, your chest flush against his.

He groaned lowly, feeling the way your cunt clenched around him through your release. All you could feel was warm happiness though as the heady sensation shot through your body, your veins.

“Gods, yes, that’s it,” he panted, chasing his own release.

He wasn’t far behind you.

With a ragged curse he came, face dropping to your shoulder as his release ravaged him.

He was panting, but didn’t look the least bit tired when his head lifted to peer down at you, a short time later.

You were clearly still coming down from your high—likely half delirious—when you blurted what you did, adding to yours and his conversation from earlier.

“If having me on your throne involves what you just did, then I’d have to stay on my knees to worship you, future High Lord.”

He blinked down at you—as if processing your statement while still dazed after his own intense release—looking all for the world like he’d just fallen in love with you.

“Have my children,” he deadpanned.

You giggled, smiling broadly up at him. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as if you were trying to keep from smiling even more.

Your limbs fell from his body, disentangling from his as he pulled out of you gently, much to your great disappointment.

That warmth from earlier settled into you, making your body feel loose and light, as if you were on the top of the world. You were extremely tempted to beg him to take you again, especially as you watched him sit back on his heels.

Your eyes took in his body, coming to the conclusion you would never tire of the glorious sight. Your thighs shifted, inching closer together—despite the mess between them—as you thought of how you’d had that body pressed against yours, moving over you and behind you.

Those assessing eyes missed nothing and Eris clearly picked up on the lingering hunger still in your gaze, on your face.

One hand trailing up your inner thigh. Instead of flinching away from his touch because of oversensitivity, you leaned into it—arching into it—telling him all he needed to know.

“Still not sated?”

Your breath hitched at his smug tone and you shook your head slightly. In turn, a wicked chuckle erupted from him. The same one that’d made your blood heat time and time again.

“Luckily, I can help with that.”

He pulled you up into a sitting position, bending enough to whisper against your ear.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

You whimpered at his tone, already anticipating him taking you just as roughly as he had against that desk. You were practically shaking as you scrambled up the bed, positioning yourself for him perfectly.

You simultaneously heard and felt the bed shift as he rose behind you. Then, you felt a broad hand wrap around your wrist.

One hand held your hips to help balance you as he lifted your arm, placing one hand against the headboard for you. You panted, watching him move it and gripped the headboard, already imagining the actions that would have you clinging to it for dear life—gladly, too.

His opposite hand was repeating the movement with your other hand when you felt him pause.

Not knowing what had made him hesitate, you turned your head, looking back over your shoulder. His head was turned to the side, eyes locked on something.

Your gaze shifted, following his line of sight, to see what had captured his attention. Your brows lifted at the object he was staring at.

Eris had spotted the floor length mirror you’d had Cassian mount on the wall over a month ago—ironically so you could practice your dance moves in front of it, in preparation for the ball.

“Change of plans.”

He grabbed your body, pulling you away from the headboard, repositioning you.

“See? I told you I never had a good battle plan when it came to you,” he drawled, making you scoff, though you were perfectly fine entertaining whatever the hell had sparked in that mind of his.

He repositioned you back on all fours, but this time, in the mirror’s line of sight.

You peered back at him again, curiosity in your look. His hand gripped your hair firmly as he turned your head forward again. Your eyes instantly met his in that mirror.

“I want you to remember what you look like when you fall apart on my cock.”

Your eyes fell down, watching as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against him so he could rub his cock through your slick folds.

You moaned as you watched.

It was such an odd experience, witnessing what he was doing—as he was doing it—and feeling it all at the same time.

But, you didn’t dislike it, per se.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he hummed.

“Yes, Eris,” you whimpered, pressing back against him, craving him again.

Then he was inside you again, rough and swift. The moan that ripped from your throat didn’t even sound like you.

“Gods, yesss,” you moaned out, not even caring how absolutely debauched you sounded.

You tried, you really tried to keep your eyes open, but it was so incredibly difficult. He was so deep, hitting the perfect spot to make your eyes roll, his grip on you rough and claiming.

“Watch,” he ordered.

Your eyes snapped back open and your mouth dried out, seeing the look of sheer bliss on your face.

He pulled you back to meet his thrusts, fucking you against his cock. It was impossible, but it felt like he hit deeper with each and every snap of his hips.

You truly could do nothing but whimper and moan, his ferocity sending your mind into a tailspin.

While earlier had been good and thoroughly enjoyable, you loved him like this. Completely unleashed and having his way with you—making you practically sob from pleasure. In fact, you seem to cry out louder with each brutal thrust.

Your eyes took in the sight in the mirror.

You already looked wrecked, each harsh thrust sending your body lurching forward. It became a steady rhythm—forward and back, forward and back.

Your eyes weren’t focused on yourself though, they rose to where Eris was kneeled, behind you and you couldn’t look away. He was gorgeous any time, but he was also gorgeous like this.

In a way, him unleashing like this was the most vulnerable you’d ever seen the male.

You loved it.

He caught your stare rather quickly.

“Do you like watching me fuck you?” he half snarled, hips ramming forward again.

You moaned again, loud and sharp, fingers digging into the sheets. You weren’t quite sure how you managed to form words.

“I like watching you,” you panted.

The groan that came from him had your cunt tightening around him. You watched in the reflection as his head momentarily fell back, his hair falling behind him in a sheet of red.

“Erisss,” you moaned out, completely losing control.

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted him to fuck you until you were screaming. You wanted to come on his cock.

His head lifted, catching your gaze in the mirror, eyes bright with his fire.

“Fuck, I love hearing my name on those pretty lips.”

His thrusts came harder and harder, his balls slapping against you. His pounding was absolutely indescribable as your head dropped forward. You were halfway unsure you would be able to hold yourself up much longer if he continued like this.

As if reading your mind, one hand slid under you, hand splaying over your stomach as he pulled you up and against his chest.

“Look how beautiful you look.”

The words were uttered lowly by your ear and you moaned, clenching around him again. You caught sight of the mirrored image—you on your knees, pressed back against the hard lines of his body as his hips rocked into you, sending his cock deep in you.

You felt like you were going to burst into flames—into actual flames.

Your hand lifted, fingers diving into his hair, tugging roughly as his hips pistoned into you.

He groaned lowly, grip tightening around your waist. Your other hand fell on top of the one on your stomach, fingers lacing with his. Your eyes shot to the mirror once more, taking in the sight.

“We look pretty spectacular together don’t you think, sweetheart?”

A part of you wondered how he was even able to form words, let alone full sentences.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

Forgetting the mirror, your head turned, seeking out his lips. His eyes immediately cut to your face. Hand still tangled in his fiery locks, you pulled him down to you, lips crashing with his—tongues immediately tangling.

His free hand gripped your hip as he pounded into you, even as his lips were preoccupied with yours.

You moaned against his mouth, unsure how much more you could take. He was giving you everything and it was absolutely mindblowing.

You broke away, panting, vision going unfocused as your release rapidly approached.

The hand on your stomach slid upwards, splaying against your throat. You gasped, fully expecting the tightening pressure that he’d demonstrated last time.

But it stayed there, a bit gentle in comparison to his current actions, though the possessiveness of the action was there.

You were fully and wholly his in this moment.

“Cauldron, I can’t stop, I can’t stop,” he uttered, pressing you even closer against him.

“Don’t,” you gasped, “Don’t— Ever stop— Eris—”

He groaned loudly, reaching down between your legs, fingers finding your clit.

Your brain was so clouded that you couldn’t even fully process all the things Eris uttered to you—all the filthy praises—though you heard his voice low in your ear, felt the reverberation in his chest against your back.

It took very little time for your release to barrel through you.

It hit you so hard your vision went white.

You likely screamed, the sound ripping raw from your throat.

You didn’t even care.

You clung to him as your body trembled through the powerful waves of release, the pleasure traveling so fast through your body that it nearly left you lightheaded.

He held you tight against him as he worked towards his own release.

“Fuck, fuck— Oh gods—”

Even recovering from your own high, your body arched at his sounds, moaning in response, like it was a natural answer to his pleasure, one you couldn’t seem to help.

You felt him tense against you and then he was letting go too. With one last surge forward of his hips, he was spilling in you with such a ragged groan you swore you felt it all the way to the core of your being.

You practically collapsed against his chest, your hand slowly falling from his hair. His movements slowed as the trail of his release dampened the insides of your thighs.

Both arms wrapped around your frame and his head fell forward, forehead resting against your shoulder for a breath.

“Holy— gods—” he rasped through his pants.

Both of you were breathing heavily, clearly trying to piece yourselves back together after such incredible sex.

His head lifted, his nose just barely brushing your cheek in a soft, intimate gesture.

“You okay?”

You could only nod, still at a loss for words.

Your thoughts were scattered to the wind. You couldn’t tell where your body ended and Eris’s began.

You were extremely at ease for some odd reason.

You dreaded it, but knew it was inevitable. Still, you whimpered when he pulled out. Not from tenderness or soreness, but because you felt empty without him inside you.

His chuckle sounded tired, rough around the edges as if he was as worn and undone as you.

“That’s always a promising sound to indicate it was good.”

“That wasn’t good, Eris,” you finally managed, “That was…”

You made a noise low in your throat, unable to even come up with an adjective to describe how amazing it had been.

You’d yet to move and he pulled you gently towards him, where he’d fallen back against the pillows. You turned, half hovering over him, eyes taking in his state.

Before you could take him in too much, he was pulling your face towards his, capturing your lips with his own.

It was softer, more polished this time around, filled with things you didn’t even know how to describe. All you knew was it felt right.

So, you kissed him for as long as he let you.

Though softer and slower, his lips parted underneath yours and his tongue flicked your bottom lip before joining yours. You sighed into the kiss, moving closer as his hand slid up your cheek, sliding into your hair.

You had to bite back a groan when he finally parted for breath.

“We better be careful or this may end up with a third round and a broken bed.”

You wouldn’t exactly be opposed to that.

He smirked, clearly seeing your thoughts written all over your face.

Now, you took the time to fully take in his disheveled appearance.

“I think this is the first time in your life your hair has been such a mess,” you smirked, proud of yourself as your eyes took in the absolute disarray of the locks.

All from your hands delving, your fingers gripping. From the way the two of you had been all over this bed. It was an absolute mess.

It was sexy beyond belief.

It made him look even more rugged with his powerful body, hint of stubble and the fire in his eyes. He couldn’t have looked any more enticingly faerie if he’d tried.

You briefly wondered how you managed to miss the dark shadow of hair along his jaw before now, but chalked it up to being preoccupied by other parts of him.

His eyes watched you take him in.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you smiled, “Just thinking how I’ve discovered a side of myself I didn’t even know existed until you came along.”

Fingertips traced down your arm lightly before he pulled you to him, your head coming to rest naturally on his chest, fitting perfectly in the space just beneath his head.

“Well, I think I’ve made a discovery of my own.”

Your fingers moved softly over the pale skin within reach, tracing patterns and connecting the few scattered freckles that marked his skin.

“Oh? What’s that?”

You could’ve sworn he held you a little tighter.

“I think I adore playing with you.”

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THE HONESTY EXTENDED UNIVERSE

AKA: BABY DADDY! AZ MASTERLIST

─────── · · STATUS: ON-GOING. VARIOUS ONE SHOTS! ♡

Pairing: Baby Daddy!Azriel x Fem! Illyrian! Reader

Summary: Watching your best friend mate with someone else was devastating enough. But when a night of seeking solace with an-equally bitter Azriel results in an unplanned pregnancy, you're forced to figure out how to co-parent with a male you barely know. Yet as your unlikely partnership unfolds, you begin to discover that sometimes the most beautiful things grow from the most unexpected circumstances.

Overview: SMUT/ EXPLICIT CONTENT, one night stand to co-parents to friends to lovers, pregnancy, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining/unrequited love, slow burn, found family, healing trauma together, illyrian generational trauma, soft!Azriel, soft!Reader, bestie elain archeron, HEA! please check specific part warnings for more!

୨ৎ An Honest Mistake┃4.4k 18+

Lonely and bitter following Gwyn and Balthazar's mating ceremony, you and Azriel sleep together. As it turns out, one night is all it takes to change everything.

୨ৎ Sweet and Strange┃4.5k

Weeks after a one-night stand with Azriel left you pregnant, Elain Archeron becomes an unlikely friend. When Azriel discovers your secret, you both must confront an uncertain future.

୨ৎ Topics of Conversation┃6.6k

A dinner with the Inner Circle triggers unexpected resentment. Back at your apartment, you and Azriel have a heartfelt talk.

୨ৎ Something to Lose┃2.6k

Azriel struggles with the weight of impending fatherhood after a political meeting turns personal.

୨ৎ Brave New Beginnings┃8k

Azriel's reluctance to be honest about his protective surveillance clashes with your confusion over his mixed messages, finally forcing both of you toward genuine communication.

୨ৎ Out in the Open ┃4.6k

During a quiet morning with Azriel, the reality of your pregnancy meets the one person you've been avoiding.

୨ৎ Partners in Crime┃2.5k

Pregnancy hormones, unrequited feelings, and family dinners don't mix well. Luckily, Azriel understands the art of a strategic exit.

୨ৎ A Mother's Home┃4.1k FAV!

You take a trip to Rosehall to meet Azriel's mother. The visit unearths more than you expected.

୨ৎ Learning Curve┃3.8k

On his mother's porch, you and Azriel find yourselves talking about forgiveness

୨ৎ Soft Spots┃2.3k

Ice cream nights and sweet confessions.

୨ৎ Growing Pains┃7.9k

Azriel grapples with his possessive instincts when you find comfort with a new healer, forcing him to confront what friendship actually requires.

୨ৎ Measurements of Progress┃3.9k

A bad day prompts you to call Azriel over. The afternoon leads to conversations about your romantic histories.

Current Word Count: 55.2k

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୨ৎ Sweet Treats┃1.7k HALLOWEEN AU

Six months pregnant, you and Azriel celebrate your first Halloween together.

CHAPTER MEMES:

The Plot of 'Growing Pains' Summarized Through Memes

Moments from 'Measurements of Progress' in Meme Format

ASKS, DISCUSSIONS, AND THOUGHTS:

#Honestverse tag or #baby daddy!az

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[pellucid-constellations]

Trial and Error

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You came to Velaris under duress five years ago—pregnant, alone, and in hiding from something, or someone, too dangerous to even speak aloud. When your daughter begged you to go to school years after settling down in the apartment above a worn-down apothecary, you obliged her. But things still didn't feel safe. Azriel was going to do everything in his power to give you that safety. At least, he would try. 

Warnings: Angst, illness, injury, brief mention of abortion, single mom!reader, ongoing warnings

a/n: This series is in progress with no determined amount of parts :) It really needed a masterlist due to the length, so here it is. Thank you for reading!! 🤍

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 5 - bonus

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10 (Nov 14th)

[ellecdc]

why him? universe masterlist

Rhysand x Hewn City!reader

Freedom comes with a price, yours happens to be a mate.

THEMES: strangers/enemies-to-lovers, reluctant mating bond, meet ugly, violence, angst, trauma, hurt comfort, more to follow as the story progresses

best read in order listed below!

EPISODES:

why him?: You know Keir will have something to say about your sudden and theatric departure, know your parents will see this infraction fit for one of their special punishments. But neither of those facts deter you from your escape. This simply cannot be happening, it cannot be happening. 🌪

the bargain: “Was that all just for show, then?” You ask pointedly. “Did you only promise a bargain in order to get me out of there? Have I simply found myself in another prison?” “Of course not.” You think you sense actual offence in his face and tone. You hold out your hand to him. “Then make good on your promise, High Lord.”  🌪🌈

the greatest heist of all time: Part of you still feels like you’ve stepped into a carefully warded trap, but another part of you feels like you just got away with committing the greatest heist of all time. You choose to focus on the latter. 🌈

stubborn treks and staircases: You’re not sure why you feel as betrayed as you do, not sure why you expected anything—let alone loyalty—from the likes of the High Lord’s right-and-left hand men. Still, the betrayal stings. But it doesn’t burn nearly as bad as your legs do. 🌪☀️

the lines we cross: “What’s going on?” Cassian sounds from the door.  “She's showing us her party tricks,” Rhysand explains; words flippant but tone considering.  “What can she do?” You’re pretty sure you’ve heard the saying before that curiosity killed the Cassian, but you didn’t think it’d be quite so literal. 🌪

EXTRAS: -> their bargain tattoo

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[ellecdc]

of sound mind, universe masterlist

poly!azris x Hewn City!reader

Azriel stumbles upon a half-dead fae in Hewn City when the bond snaps, rushing him to get you help. Except he already has a mate, Eris, who comes and confirms that you are, indeed their mate. Except you aren't aware of this. Except you kind of resent the Inner Circle. Except you're terrified of the Night Court and their allies. Except you're quite sure you're not of sound mind.

THEMES: selective mutism trauma/PTSD abuse hurt/comfort fluff one-sided mating bond ⤷ (the bond has snapped for Eris and Azriel, but not for reader [yet])

best read in order listed here!

EPISODES:

of sound mind -> meet cute ugly, reader finds herself free from Hewn but fears she might be somewhere far, far worse. 🌈

silent night[mare] -> azris wakes reader from a nightmare and patches up her wounds. ⛅️

the breakfast club -> reader enjoys a breakfast with Azriel & Cassian, Eris is beyond incensed to hear about it later. ☀️🌈

new friends -> reader finds some friends in Azriel's shadows; Eris is still incensed over it. ☀️🌈

a total loser about it -> Eris thinks he might be failing reader and Azriel, she gives him a little flame of hope to the contrary. ⛅️☀️

perils of sanctuary -> the boys learn about reader's powers. 🌪⛅️

a factory reset -> Eris's quick thinking helps reader through her panic attack. ⛅️🫧

© ellecdc; do not copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere under any circumstances.

[justauthoring]

9th Member AU series where there's a different story for each member.

Bang Chan -> Brown Bear SKZOO 9th Member

Lee Know -> Cat SKZOO 9th Member

Seo Changbin -> Baby Tiger SKZOO 9th Member

Hwang Hyunjin -> Swan SKZOO 9th Member

Han Jisung -> Raccoon SKZOO 9th Member

Lee Felix -> Deer SKZOO 9th Member

Kim Seungmin -> Duckling SKZOO 9th Member

Yang Jeongin -> Hedgehog SKZOO 9th Member

This series is now available on AO3 as well!