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Violet x Xaden smut 18 + content ahead please do not interact if you’re a minor.  

Prompt: Tairn and Sageyl accidentally make their riders horny during class and make it incredibly hard for either of their riders to focus on Battle Brief. Leading Xaden and Violet into a frantic frenzy of wanting and needing one another/ Xaden talking her through their dragons in heat.

Violets Pov:

It started with feeling flushed, thinking nothing of it I sit next to Rhiannon before Battle Brief begins, Professor Devera already has a worksheet with a map matching the one on the board on our desks. 

“You okay there, you look a bit flushed?” Rhiannon asks in concern and I wave her off. 

“I’m fine, just a bit warm is all.” Her hand comes to my face and I fight flinching back as she touches my forehead and cheeks in concern. 

“You feel a bit warm Vi, are you sure you’ll be okay to sit through battle brief?” I nod. 

“Yeah don’t worry about it, it’s probably just because I had to run to make it here on time.” She laughs and settles back into her desk as Devera begins teaching. 

I can feel Xaden watching me as Devera goes over today’s lesson. 

“You okay? Why was Rhiannon touching your face?” His voice is like shadowy velvet in my mind. 

“I’m fine.” I shoot back and try to block him out so I can focus. My breathing becomes sharper as I feel my whole body flush, my abdomen feeling tight as I shift uncomfortably in my seat. It only gets more intense over the next few moments and Rhi is shooting me a concerned look.  

“Now would be a great time to block out Tairn, before you decide to jump me in class.” His voice is raspy as realization dawns on me. Stupid horny dragons can’t even wait until I’m out of class. I try my hardest to close the door to Tairn but he’s making it difficult to fully cut off the connection. After a few more moments of anxiously switching between crossing and uncrossing my legs, I let my head drop to my desk. Everyone is working on their assignments so thankfully it goes unnoticed. 

“Violet, do you need to be excused?” Devera’s voice startles me as I look up to see Devera crouched in front of my desk. 

“Please,” I silently beg that she doesn’t realize what's going on, she gives me a small smile and nods. She stands, waving over to Xaden to come down, in a few moments he’s by my side looking down at me concerned. His onyx eyes are full-blown as he looks from me to the Professor. 

“Since you’re her Wing Leader I’d like you to escort Cadet Sorrengail to her room, she’s feeling unwell.” Xaden nods, fighting back a smirk as he takes my books.

“Not a problem.”  He responds and I move to stand on shaky legs, heat enveloping every part of my body. Rhiannon shoots me a worried look as I wave her off, mouthing that I’ll be fine. Xaden’s free hand lands on the small of my back to guide me out of the room and into the empty hallway. He’s moving quickly as we make our way through the halls and as we get close to the stairs leading up to his room I stumble.

 A shot of pure pleasure goes down my spine and I grip the railing tightly,  Xadens is quick to wrap a muscular arm around my waist and haul me up against him.

“We’re almost there Violence, just hold out a little longer and I’ll take care of you.” He whispers huskily against my ear and I suppress a moan. My core is drenched and uncomfortable as we quickly make our way to his room. Thankfully the halls are empty because everyone is in class so there’s no one to stop us.

  Once we reach his room and have the door shut he’s got me pinned against it. His hips hold me in place as he throws the books off to the side, not caring where they land as he grabs hold of my hands, placing them above my head. Pinning them to the door with one his as he towers over me. His breath fans over my face as we both pant, chests heaving as pleasure courses through both of us. 

“Why is it so much more intense this time? I can usually shut him out or at the very least dull it out.” My voice breaks, as my back arches. My cunt squeezes around nothing as my clit thrums with my heartbeat. 

“I’ve only felt this once before but I think they’re in heat.” He groans out. My brain whirls with this information. His forehead rests against mine as he loosens his hold on me. 

“If you don’t want this Violence I need you to say so now.” His voice is strained as he holds back and I shake my head no. 

“Please, fuck I need you, please. I can’t -” My voice breaks and his lips are on mine before I can finish. His hand tightens against my wrists as he nudges my legs apart, his muscular thigh coming up against my pussy and I moan into our kiss at the contact. My back arches against the door as my hips involuntarily grind against his thigh. His lips move from my mouth to my neck as he sucks on my sweet spot. Loud moans spill from my mouth at his ministrations and I whine when he pulls back. 

“Be as loud as you want Violence, my room is warded so no one can hear what’s going on inside.” He presses his thigh against me harder and I writhe against it, the pressure only enough to tease as he watches me get off on only his thigh. 

“Please, fuck, I need you to touch me. Please.” I’m a begging mess and he’s hardly done anything to me yet.  

“I will baby, I need to know what you want though.” I groan as tears of need and frustration prickle my eyes, looking up at him he’s smirking as he moves his thigh away from me and I whine at the lack of contact. “Be a good girl, tell me exactly how you want it.” I groan as my head hits the door softly. 

“Please, I just need you. I need your cock in me, I want to feel it for days, ” One of his hands comes up to my face and wipes away a stray tear that’s fallen and my eyes close against his tender touch. My chest heaves again as another spark of pleasure shoots through me and I whine pathetically. “As you wish.” His voice is needy as he lets go of my hands and drops to his knees in front of me, making quick work of taking off my gear, hands quickly undoing the straps that keep my knives in place at my side and tossing them carelessly next to us. His hands are frantic and working quickly as he motions for me to turn, I do as he says as he stands over me and works off my shirt and then my corset. My breasts fall free when he fully gets the corset off, warm hands cup my breasts and pull me back into him as he tweaks my sensitive nipples.

 I tremble against him as his lips return to my neck. Leaving hot needy kisses behind my ear and down to my sweet spot where he nips at my skin. I shutter against him as one of his hands travel down to my leather pants, making quick work of the laces. Once they're undone I pull away and slide them and my underwear down my legs. The minute they're off Xaden’s hand falls free from my breast and he’s spinning me around to face them, looking at me like he might devour me whole. 

“You’re stunning Violet.” His eyes roam my body, one of his hands returns and takes out the hair ties and pins that hold my hair back. Letting it all fall free down my back and over my chest. “You’re far too overdressed,” I comment breathlessly. He grins and shrugs off his jacket, my hands are quick to take the hem of his shirt and drag it up and over his chest, he moves his arms so I can get it off and toss the fabric across the room. His toned chest is at eye level with me as I let my hands roam over the expansively toned muscle, tracing one of the lines down to the small dark-haired trail that lies at the bottom of his abdomen. 

“Stop teasing.” He bites out and I smirk as I start undoing the laces to his pants, he’s quick to move my hands out of the way and shuck them down, letting his cock spring out, already glistening with precum and standing at attention. 

My hand wraps around his cock, barely able to wrap it all of the way around him and he shudders as I pump him slowly. He’s quick to snake one of his hands down to my cunt, dipping one of his fingers in slowly and I throw my head back at the pleasure, it’s too much and not enough all at once. He curls his finger upwards as he rocks it in and out. I whine in need as he gives me a lazy smirk. 

“Do you need more?” He taunts, and I’m nodding my head yes. 

“Please, Xaden gods.” I choke out and he laughs. 

“I’m no god but I’ll certainly have you calling out for them in a moment.” He moves my hand away from him and takes his finger out of my cunt, bringing it to his lips and sucking on it while maintaining eye contact with me. I bite my lip as he takes it out and moves to whisper in my ear. 

“You taste divine.” He nips at my neck again as his hands come under my thighs and I jump, letting him carry us over to his bed as he sucks on my neck, my fingers threading through his hair and pulling when he bites me. Pain and pleasure course through me as he lays me down on his bed, my back hitting the soft covers as he moves lower, nipping at the skin on my chest. Making his way down to my right breast and sucking my sensitive nipple into his mouth, I’m arching into his touch as he snakes a hand down to my cunt and rubbing circles on my clit. Pleasure building low in my abdomen as he gets me closer to shattering, I’m panting as he twirls his tongue around my nipple.  

“Xaden please,” I beg and he lets go of my nipple with a pop, wide dark eyes searching my face as I writhe underneath him. “Does my good girl need to cum?” He taunts as lightning flashes out the window. 

“Please,” I beg louder and he chuckles as he moves his finger from my clit to my cunt, dipping two in as he moves back, pressing his other hand against my lower abdomen. I’m convulsing underneath him as he fucks his fingers into me, hitting all the right spots as he curls them up. Adding a third to the mix adds just enough of a stretch to have me crying out, sobbing his name like it's a prayer that needs to be heard. 

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for me. Come undone on my fingers Violet, I know you need to. Being such a good girl.” His raspy deep voice has me coming undone as he finger fucks me through my orgasm, slowing his pace but keeping me filled as I blink back tears. He gives me a moment to calm down, waiting patiently as I catch my breath.

 When I glance down at him he’s smirking, cum glistening off of his arm and hand and I blush in slight embarrassment. 

“I’m so sorry,” I say and he tuts me, the hand that was on my abdomen coming up to grab my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Never apologize for covering me in your cum. I’ll happily be covered in your scent any day of the week.” His voice leaves no room for argument as his gaze sharpens. “Are you okay to do more?” He questions as my cunt squeezes around his fingers. I smile and nod and his grip on my jaw tightens. “Use your words Violence or this stops now,” He commands in a low deep tone.

“Please, don’t stop.” I plead and he smirks as he takes his fingers out of me slowly, letting go of my face as he steps back and looks down at me lovingly. 

He rubs his cock with the hand he just had in me, spreading my cum over his length. 

“I want to be on top,” I demand and he motions for me to move so he can get on the bed, lying down and I’m quick to move to straddle him.

His head grazes over my opening and I moan softly, he watches my every move as he teases me. Sliding his cock from my opening to my clit a few times before settling in one spot, as I go to move to touch him his shadows launch out, roughly taking my arms behind my back but steadying me so I don’t fall. “Please, I need to touch you,” I beg and he barks out a laugh as he sinks the head of his cock into my opening, stretching me nice and full as both of us moan in unison. He slides in and out teasing me as I pant, hips pivoting up into me as he works himself into me at a snail's pace. “Please, fuck, please I can take you,” I beg, needing him fully inside me as I writhe on top of him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” He groans out as I whimper. 

“Please, you won’t - gods please.” I whimper and plead over and over, he slides out of me fully and snakes one of his hands into my hair, pulling it to force me to look at him. 

“You need my cock that bad?” He questions as I weep with need. 

“Fuck please, oh shit -” He pounds his cock into me quickly, bottoming out as he seats himself inside me fully, his other hand coming up to where we meet and rubbing my clit as he rocks himself into me. “Gonna be a good girl and cum all over me again? I know you can. Fuck Vioet.” He groans as sweat glistens on his brow, my hands ache to touch him as he picks up his pace pounding into me as my breasts bounce. Lightening hits outside the window over and over as he works me into another orgasm. I shatter around him as he keeps pounding into me, his shadows cooling my warming skin as he works me through cumming. “That’s my girl, doing so good.” His praises alone have me cumming again as he keeps his pace, his cock twitching inside of me. “Please, I need - I need to touch you.” His shadows suddenly let go as I beg him and I fall against his sweat glistened chest. He moves his hands to my hips and holds me over him as he quickens his pace, my lips find his neck and suck on it. He’s groaning and writhing under me as we work closer to finishing. 

“Gods, Violet I need to cum, can I cum inside?” He begs me and I pull back to see his pupils full-blown, his thigh is clenching under me, holding him back. 

“Fuck, fill me please, Xaden, please,” I whine and he pants against me, his breath fanning over my face as I move to kiss him, his hands tightening around my waist as he works us both. His teeth nip my lip and I moan into his mouth as my hands grab onto his shoulders, nails clawing into my skin as I shatter around him. Screaming his name as he follows closely behind, his thrusts slowing as he spills himself inside of me.

I drop to his sweat-covered chest, exhausted and spent as his cock twitches inside of me, his arms circling my back, keeping me close to him. His fingers trace small patterns into my skin as we lay there in each other's embrace. Breaths finally slow down as I listen to his heart go from pounding to steady. My eyes droop as we lay there, happy and content. 

“Wait, dragons can go into heat?” I ask and he chuckles, his chest vibrating underneath me. 

“Yeah, it lasts a few days. I’ll have to try and see if I can get us sick leave for the duration. This isn’t even the worst of it.” He tells me softly as my cunt flutters around him, he groans as his fingers sink into the flesh of my ass. “Oh, I doubt any of the professors will be okay with us missing that much,” I comment. 

“When they realize we’re gonna be useless to them for the next few days they won’t care. None of them will want us anywhere near their classrooms. We’ll be a bit insufferable.” I laugh. 

“It can’t be that bad,” I say and he kisses my head. 

“You’ll understand soon enough. Try and get some sleep okay?” He whispers and I nod, exhaustion sweeping over my body quickly. 

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Solstice Presents

Solstice has hit as Basgiath and Violet intends to spend it curled up reading her new book. Little does she know Xaden and Liam have a different plan that will be much more exciting than reading in bed alone. THIS IS 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD!! This takes place in Violets first year.

Violet’s Pov: 

We don’t get a long break like the others do, Solstice at Basgiath is only 3 days off and then it's back to training for everyone. First-years are forced to stay here while second-years and up are allowed to take off for those days. Exiting my last class for the day I make my way up to my room, intending to spend the next few days reading and catching up on sleep. 

“Violet!” Liam’s yell echoes down the hall as he runs to catch up to me, Xaden making him my shadow annoys me at times. “Hey, will you slow down a bit?” He says as he catches up with me, casually slinging an arm over my shoulders, I slow my pace but keep heading towards my room. “Any plans for the break?” He asks and I shrug. “No, not really. Intended on reading and sleeping. You?” he shrugs “Not really, no. Did you maybe want to hang out over the break?” He asks as we approach my door and I open it.

“Yeah sure-” “Oh, hey Violence.” Xaden’s deep voice rings through the room as I spy him lying on my bed, casually tossing one of his knives up and down, not even bothering to look my way. He’s dressed in black pants that are tight around his muscular legs and a tight black t-shirt, his flight jacket placed on the edge of my bed. “What exactly are you doing in my room?” I ask as I stand in the doorway, Liam's arm still draped over my shoulder as Xaden looks over at us and glares. “Waiting on you, relaxing.” He states plainly, glaring daggers at Liam and I look up to see Liam smirking cockily over at Xaden. “Problem?” Liam asks in a teasing tone and Xaden’s fists clench his knife tightly now. “Nope.” “What’d you need to wait on me for?” I ask, trying to break the obvious tension seeping through the room. “I was going to see if you wanted to do a training session tonight after dinner.” I groan, crossing my arms over my chest as I fight the urge to stomp my foot on the ground like a child. “No,” I state and he sighs pushing off my bed and standing. “It wasn’t me asking you, it was me telling you. I’ll see you in the training room after dinner.” He moves to brush past Liam and I, and I pettily hit his arm with my shoulder as he passes.

 “I said no,” I say as he goes into the hall. “Liam, you’ll see to her getting there?” He asks and Liam nods. “Yeah, no problem.” “Both of you fuck off and leave me alone.” I spit as Liam laughs and moves out of my room, once he’s out I slam the door on him. “See you later, Violence.” Liam says and I hear an “Ow dude the fuck?” A moment later from Liam. “Don’t fucking call her that.” As they walk off. 

I move to my bed, open the nightstand and grab the romance novel I had asked for from Jesinia before she hunkered down for Solstice as well. Lying down I take off my boots and socks and begin taking my hair out of my braid. Settling once I’m more comfortable I use the light filtering in from the window as reading light and crawl underneath my blanket. Xaden and his training be damned. 

Bright light startles me as I move to grab one of the blades on my side and slice whoever is waking me. Rough hands pin my wrist to the bed and I try to fight back. “Violence, it’s just me. “ My eyes open to see Xaden’s face hovering above my own, mere inches from mine. “What the fuck?” I yell at him as I move to shove him back, he laughs as I catch Liam sitting on my desk, flipping through one of my books.

 “Violet, I didn’t take you as someone who reads such filthy fucking porn.” He laughs and I feel my face warm as I look to the other side of my bed where my book should be but isn’t. “Put it back Liam.” I spit and he laughs again. “No way, this shit’s good.” I lurch, trying to jump over the edge of my bed to reach him. Xaden's warm arms pull me up and against him, my feet touching the cold floor as he restrains my arms behind my back. “Care to share with the class what our dear sweet Violet has been reading?” Xaden eggs him on and I struggle against him. “Fuck you both, leave my reading alone.” Liam clears his throat as he smirks down at me his blue eyes look at me mischievously. His eyes flick to the page as his voice drops an octave, sounding deeper and more sensual than normal.

 “Too much of a needy slut to wait for me hm? He says as he looks at his partners, Cas on her hands and knees and Dean hovering behind her, frozen as I glare at the pair of them. The lack of response has me walking over as I wrap Cas’s hair around my fist and slowly drag her head up to look at me. ‘Has he fucked you dumb already?’ She whimpers and I chuckle looking up at Dean to catch his guilty-looking eyes. ‘It was my idea.’ He says and I chuckle darkly ‘I don’t care whose idea it was to fuck before I got home she’ll be getting ruined by both of us tonight.’ She mewls at my threat and I look down to see her pleading eyes ‘Is that what you want little slut? For the two of us to have you so wrecked you can’t walk straight for days?’ she nods and begins to plead.” Liam takes a break leaning against the desk as every part of my body flushes with need, Xaden’s lips hover over my neck, his hot breath fanning across it as I try to not arch up into him. “Is that what you want Violence? To be wrecked, worshiped by not only one but two men?” His low voice has my toes curling, if I wasn’t flushing before I was now. Hyperaware of the tension in the room I cast my eyes to the floor as I feel one of Xaden's hands let go of my arm and trail up reaching to wrap his warm calloused hand against my neck and pull me back into him completely, forcing me to have my head against his chest as he makes me look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.” He growls and I suck in a sharp breath as his hand adds pressure onto my neck. “Yes, gods yes.” I whimper and he smirks down at me and then looks across the room at Liam. 

“Are you staying or are you going?” He asks and Liam crosses the room and looks down at me, piercing blue eyes undressing me on the spot. “Do you want this Violet?” Xaden’s hand lets go of my neck and lets me go as I’m wedged in between them, Liam caresses my face, holding it softly as he searches for any sign of hesitation. “If you don’t want this we can end this right now and act like nothing ever happened,” Xaden says softly from behind me. “I want it, I want you both. Please.” I mewl and both of them groan. 

In one swift movement, Liam leans down and presses his warm lips against mine, Xaden’s lips are on my neck and my senses are in overdrive at the overstimulation already. He nips at the sensitive skin as Liam nips softly on my bottom lip, I moan into his mouth as his hands move to hold onto my waist and Xaden begins working on getting my corset off. His hands tug at the strings binding it together and make quick work of flinging it across the room and he quickly works my long sleeve off leaving my chest bare to both men. Liam pulls back and glances down at me, moving to cover myself with my arms Xaden's hands stop mine as he comes to stand beside Liam. “You’re beautiful Violet, there’s no reason for you to hide yourself from us. We’ll take care of you.” I nod, taking a deep breath to settle my nerves as I look up to see both of them looking like they want to devour me whole.

 “Do you trust us, Violet?” Xaden asks and I nod. “Yes, I trust both of you. I want this.” I say softly and he smiles. “Good girl,” Xaden says softly as one of his hands trails up and over to the peaks of my breast, tracing around my nipple with the pad of his fingertip as I suck in a breath, head tipping back in pleasure as he teasingly flicks it. Warm wetness meets my other nipple as I glance down to see Liam’s spiky light blonde hair sucking on my nipple, pleasure coursing through me as he sucks, moans fall from my mouth as they work together to tease me. “Stop teasing.” I gasp and Xaden chuckles. “We’re just getting started Violet, there’s no need to rush.” He moves closer and I tilt my head as his lips move against the shell of my ear. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re thoroughly wrecked, just like the girl in that smutty book of yours.” “Gods.” I moan and Liam laughs as he pulls away from my breast, lightly nipping before pulling back completely. “No gods here, just us. Though it’s quite the ego boost to be compared to a deity.” He says cockily as he goes on his knees in front of me, fingers making quick work of sliding into my waistband and sliding down my black leather pants and underwear. Leaving me completely bare for them. Xaden sucks on my neck, no doubt making leaving obvious marks that I won’t be able to cover. Liam helps me balance as he gets my pants off my legs and over my feet, flinging them across the room and quickly turning back to me. 

Xaden moves behind me, pulling me against him as we sit on the bed with me in his lap, arms wrapping around my torso and his legs wrapping around my own, opening me wide for Liam as he moves forward. Kissing from my knee up to my mid-thigh and then just over my clit and I arch into him, Xaden holds me tightly to him. “Beg,” Xaden says as I feel my wetness leak out and onto the bed. “Fuck, please. Liam, please. I need you. Make me cum please.” I gasp and his eyes meet mine. “With pleasure.” He says hungrily before surging forward, sucking my clit into his mouth and I gasp. One of his fingers moves to tease my cunt before sliding in and I tremble against both of them. Xaden moves my hair to the other side of my neck and leaves soft kisses from my neck to my jaw, fingers moving to pull at my nipples and I shudder against them. A second finger goes in and it has me arching in Xadens arms, his legs hold mine in place as Liam sucks on my clit and fucks his fingers into me, curling up to hit the right spot. “Fuck, fuck. Liam, please.” I can feel him smirk against me as I quickly barrel towards cumming. His fingers hitting just the right spot, Xaden's fingers roughly tug at my nipples and I can hardly get enough air into my lungs. “Be a good girl and cum for us Violet.” Xaden rasps and thats all I need to shatter, my body convulsing as Liam laps up my cum. Slowing his pace but not letting go until I’ve finished.

 Pulling back he looks up at me, cum dripping from his chin as he licks his lips. “You’re delicious.” He says to me and then looks to Xaden “I think she’s ready for you buddy.” Xaden’s movement stops as he slides up from underneath me and I fall back against my bed, still trying to catch my breath as my hair splays out around me. “We aren’t anywhere near done with you yet my sweet girl,” Xaden says and my eyes flick to his face, a coy smile lays on his lips as his lust-filled gaze looks me up and down. “I didn’t say I was done, just catching my breath.” I shoot at him and he smiles as he pulls his shirt off and makes quick work of his pants and briefs. Cock hard and standing against his stomach, glistening with precum. My eyes dart over to Liam whos fisting his impressively large cock staring down at me. “You boys gonna sit there and gawk at me or are you gonna fuck me?” I shoot at them in a snarky tone. “On your hands and knees Violet,” Xaden says in a gruff tone and I’m quick to comply, Liam stands at the edge of the bed as Xaden comes behind me and lands a sharp blow to my ass. I yelp and jump forward, the stinging only making me drip more. Liam catches my chin and has me look up at him. “Be a good girl for us and take him nice and deep.” “Yes sir,” I respond as Xaden teases my opening with the head of his cock, getting it wet with my cum before notching only the tip at my entrance. I try to push back on him but Xaden is quick to have a steely grip on my hip, holding me so I can only feel the slight stretch of his head. Liam has me looking up at him as Xaden then slams into me and I moan loudly. One hand moves to start rubbing circles on my clit as he sets a slow pace. “Be a good girl and suck his dick.” Xaden grunts and I nod opening my mouth and teasing Liam's tip with my tongue. Circling it as he continues jacking off the base of his cock, slowly letting me work it into my mouth. I drool around his thick cock and feel Liam wrap my hair around one of his hands. Xaden’s thrust begins to get harder as I feel the sting of him slapping my ass again. My hands fist my sheets as pleasure courses through my body, his cock hitting the same spot Liam did earlier. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, Liam's eyes are closed as I suck his cock as far back as I can. Hollowing out my cheeks as I feel the back of my throat burn, tears line my vision but I breathe out my nose and fight the gagging feeling that's arising. Liam pulls me back slightly and the feeling ebbs away as I bob my head on his cock. ‘Such a good little slut taking both of us so well.” Xaden moans and I feel my cunt squeeze at his words. “You like being called a good little slut?” I can feel the way your cunt is squeezing me so tight when I say it.” Xaden moans raggedly and Liam groans as I work him closer to cumming. My moans get caught in my throat as I feel Liam's cock twitch in my mouth. “Vi, I’m gonna cum.” Liam says in warning and I suck him deeper, his warm salty cum spills into my mouth and I swallow it all down as he pulls out and carefully unwinds his hand from my hair, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

 “Such a good girl,” he says breathily and Xaden picks up the pace behind me and my arms lose all feeling as my front collapses down. I rest my head on my arms as Xaden’s cock goes even deeper than before and I’m mewling as he has me barrelling toward my second orgasm. “Xaden, fuck please.” I cry and he speeds up the finger circling my slit. “Cum for me Violet.” My body shudders as my vision blackens. Xaden’s grip on my hip tightens to a near-bruising grip as he cums with my name tumbling from his lips, like a prayer needing to be heard. For a few moments, it feels like my body is floating as if my head is underwater.

 When my eyes open Xaden is over top of me, hands cradling my face and looking at me concerned. “Violet, are you okay?” All semblance of the dominant seductive tone from earlier is gone. “Yeah, I’m good.” I choke out hoarsely. “Vi, you slept through dinner didn’t you?” Liam asks and it takes me a second to move my head to look at him. He’s sprawled out on my bed, legs up the wall looking like some sort of god that needs worshiping. “Yeah, why?” He laughs and shakes his head. “She probably just crashed after her amazing orgasms dude. Get her some food and water and she’ll be fine.” Xaden flips Liam off as he carefully brings me against his chest, moving us so I’m in the middle of Xaden and Liam. Liam puts his legs over mine as Xaden drapes his arms over my chest and kisses my forehead. “So, is this a one-time thing?” I ask softly and Liam laughs. “We do have three days of no requirements, I don’t know about you but I’m not too inclined to leave this bed. Especially if I get a repeat of that.” Liam says and Xaden chuckles. “I think we’re all in agreeance then, 3 days in bed it is,” Xaden says and Liam pumps his fists up into the air. “Fuck yeah.” He whisper-shouts and we all laugh.

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Hi! Could you write a story where the reader and Azriel are on a mission and the reader gets hurt and Azriel takes care of her? Thank you!

Hi, thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took me so long to get to it. Trigger warning for blood & violence! This is the first time in a long time that I've written a reader insert so I'm sorry if it's not good.

It was supposed to be a simple mission that shouldn’t take nearly as long as it has. You and Azriel had been asked to interrogate the High Lord of the Autumn, Lord Beron. Rhysand was hesitant to send you, his little sister, but thought sending Azriel with you as your guard would help keep things from getting messy. 

You had arrived in the Autumn court three days ago and had promptly been ignored by the Autumn King himself who happened to be too busy to see to you. Your room was promptly changed on the third night. “No, she’s to stay with me,” Azriel argued with the guards, putting you behind him as his gloved hand inched toward his knife. “She’s to be moved under the King's orders. If you want to speak with him any time soon I recommend backing down.” The taller of the guards spoke. Lifting your hand, you gently place it on Azriel's leather-clad arm and his sharp gaze lands on you. “I’ll be okay Az, the sooner we can speak with Beron the sooner we can go home. I can handle myself, you know that.” He takes a few deep breaths before looking you in the eye a gloved hand coming to cradle your face. “Be careful.” He whispers, low enough for only you to hear. “I’ll be safe.” You assure him and his hand drops as he moves away from you. Promptly you step in front of Azriel and nod to the guards, they flank you and lead you to your new room. You knew Az sent his shadows to follow as they circled your ankles like excited puppies. Once the guards let you to your room his shadows fell back and you promptly changed into a thin red nightgown and went to sleep. 

It was still dark when your door creaked open, eyes shooting open as you fought the drowsiness of sleep, two large figures approached your bed as you sat upright, “What are you doing?” You croak out as one of them pulls you from your bed, cold hands encircling your left upper arm as your bare feet hit the chilled floor. Your nightgown hardly reaches your mid-thigh providing no warmth at all to the now freezing room. “You’ll be coming with us.” The guard on your spits at you as the other guard comes to your right and grips your other arm, dragging you through the halls as you thrash, though their grip only tightens. They’d leave your upper arms bruised for the days to come. You cuss and try to draw attention to yourself, hoping somehow Azriel can hear you but one of the guards clamps a hand over your mouth, seeming thoroughly annoyed with how much of a fight you’re giving them. The slight chill down your back let you know Azriel's shadows had started following you providing a small comfort until suddenly they were no longer there. 

It feels like forever that they drag you down hallway after hallway, down flights of stairs until you’re finally dropped knees first onto cobblestone flooring, causing a bite of pain in both legs. You push yourself upright and onto your feet and access the new area, cells line both sides and there are a few torches lit around you, providing a small amount of light as the door behind you shuts with a loud bang. The guards who were carrying you step in front of the door, seemingly the only exit to the chilled dungeon.

“You and I need to have a little chat,” Beron says, leaning up against a stone pillar not even a few steps away from you. “I intended to speak with you in the morning.” You spit and he chuckles. “Yes well, I’m not too fond of your pesky little Shadow Singer so now is when will talk darling.” He strides over to you, his hand sliding under your chin to force you to look up at his menacing eyes. His hands are warm on your chin as he grips it more tightly. “Why has Rhysand sent you both to my kingdom yet again? I’ve specifically said only you were to come if he insisted on having me questioned.” “My High Lord wanted Azriel with me, he felt like a solo mission to see you was a bad idea. Considering the last time someone from our court came here alone they came back a step away from death's door.” He scoffs as he releases your face, taking a step back as you wrap your arms around yourself tightly to fight the cold seeping into your bones. “Maybe your High Lord should stop insulting me and listen to instructions when I tell him who to send or who is allowed to enter my kingdom.” He shrugs, looking indifferent as you back away from him trying to get as much distance between yourself and Beron as possible without getting too close to his guards. He smirks as he watches your cautious movements, he moves and grabs two wooden chairs putting them in front of each other with little space in between. He sits in one and ushers a lazed hand to the other, “Come sit and we can discuss whatever nonsense your precious High Lord would like to accuse me of this time.” You shake your head no and he rolls his eyes. He waves a hand and one of the guards moves, you try and move away from the guard but he gains on you easily, pinning your arms to the small of your back and roughly guiding you into the chair. Only letting go so he can force you down by your shoulders, another bite of pain lances from your neck and down into your arms as you sit. His rough hands don’t leave your shoulders as Beron starts again. “What does Rhysand want now?” Your jaw clenches as you glare at him. “Your soldiers have been spotted on our border repeatedly in the past few weeks. Why are they there?” “Simple training exercise dear. Had he bothered to open the letter I sent he would’ve known that.” “He did respond, he told you to and I quote ‘fuck right off and knock off whatever bullshit you’re doing.” “Ah yes that, frankly I don’t care for the disrespect so I didn’t count it as a proper answer, maybe I should send him a message to learn to respect me or there will be consequences.”  He mulls and you fight back a flinch at his words, levelling a glare at him as he cockily smirks at you. “Who better to send that message through than his precious little sister.” 

 He stands in front of you as the guard moves his hands to your wrists again, pressing them harshly into the back of the wooden chair. You fight against his hold as sharp pain lances through the side of your face, once, twice a third. You lose count as your head swims and at some point, blood drips from your nose and lip, the assault on your face stops and you suck in a sharp breath before pain explodes in your chest, Beron's foot hits your left side and suddenly it's hard to breathe. You cough and sputter the metallic taste of blood pools in your mouth. Roughly, Beron grabs tightly onto your hair as he whispers in your ear “Tell your precious Rhy’s that if he continues to disrespect me I will make him regret it.” He lets go and stands, leaving the room as he yells over his shoulder. “Do what you want with her boys, just don’t kill her.” The door slams shut and you’re now left with the two guards. 

The one who has been quietly at the door now approaches but just as he nears you the room falls into complete darkness, you can’t see anything, but the pressure on your wrist is suddenly gone and you try to move out of the chair, falling onto the floor and hitting your head on the chair that Beron was just sitting on. A cold wisp against your face tells you Azriel is close, it brushes your hair out of the way and comfortingly strokes your cheek. Light filters back into the room and you faintly make out Azriel’s form, blue siphons catching your eyes as he quickly approaches you and crouches in front of your crumpled form. “Where are you hurt, Little one?” You groan, the usually endearing pet name doing nothing to calm you. His black-gloved hand comes to wipe blood from your face and you wince, shying away from his touch. “Hurts.” You yelp and he sighs, moving to pick you up bridal style and you cry out as sharp pain shoots through your chest, at least a few ribs being broken. Azriel slows his motions as you whimper, every small move causing extreme pain. Your arms lay limply against him as he moves, sending shadows out to clear your exit path. His lips kiss your forehead as he whispers “Let’s get you home.” 

The moment he starts up the stairs the pain becomes so blinding that your vision darkens. “Az.” You whisper and his concerned eyes meet yours as you fall into darkness. 

Soft blankets are the first thing you register, the next being a warm body circling yours and you quickly fight against their hold, heart racing as you try to escape. Pain lances through your side and head as you do so, warm arms pull you closer and pin your hands against their naked golden-brown chest. Soft words finally break through your panic. “You’re okay, you’re home. Shh I’ve got you little one, it’s just me.” Azriel’s warm and calming voice registers as you cease your attack on him, looking up you’re met with his concerned hazel eyes. “Az?” You choke out as he lets go of your hands and moves to pull you back into him. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” Your eyes water as you fist his shirt, trying to steady your breath as he holds you against him. His hands reassuringly rub your back, trying to soothe you as your heart rate calms down. “Rhy’s, I need to speak with him-” You rush out. “No, already taken care of, you need to rest.” His hold on you tightens slightly to keep you from getting up. “But Beron’s soldiers-” He cuts you off. “Being taken care of as we speak. Now will you please just let me take care of you?” You nod a simple yes and he moves, laying your back against the bed as he moves off the bed to grab salve from the nightstand. “I need to take a look at your ribs, Madja said they would take longer to heal, this should help.” You bite your lip and move to lift your shirt just under your breast. Wincing as your fingers brush over the large collection of bruising. Az moves to your side of the bed and dips two of his scared fingers into the pot and moves them down to your skin. You hiss as the cold cream touches you. “It’ll be over soon I promise. Just be a good girl and let me take care of you alright?” He offers you a small smile as you nod and move to stare at the ceiling instead of him. His leathery hand moves quickly and softly against your bruised flesh as the pain begins to dull to a slight throb. “How bad?” You whisper and Azriel sighs. “3 broken ribs, a fracture to your skull and cheek and your nose was broken. Madja managed to heal your nose and cheek, your ribs will take longer and she was worried about your head. She said  you should be fully recovered in a few weeks and to expect some pain and dizziness.” He squeezes your hand and you sigh. 

“Also Rhy’s knows about us.” He says softly and you groan, scrubbing your face with your free hand. “Please tell me he took it well.” “He put me in charge of nursing you back to full health.” You look to Az confused lowering your hand back to the bed. “He said it’s my ‘punishment’ because you’re a terrible patient.” You give a small laugh at him though it results in you wincing and closing your eyes in pain. “I’m not that bad.” “I can think of a few ways to keep you in bed anyways, I’m not too concerned about it.” Az shoots back as heat rushes to your cheeks. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?” His lips kiss your hand, then your wrist and up your arm until he gets to your neck, softly biting the spot that makes your toes curl.  You let out a breathy moan as he moves to kiss your lips, soft against your own. He pulls back slightly “Something along those lines, I’m sure I can find a few ways to keep you in my bed.” You smirk at him. “I think I’m okay with that version of bed rest.” He chuckles and moves away from you. “Get some rest sweetheart.” You grab at his hand, pulling him back towards you. “Can you hold me?” You ask softly and he smiles down at you, kissing your forehead. “Of course.” He moves around you and onto his side of the bed, pulling you carefully into his side as he drapes one of his wings over the both of you. “Sleep now Little one, I’ll be here when you wake.”

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Not so Festive Xaden x Violet

Prompt: Winter Solstice at Basgiath means a week-long break for students and teachers, most are out celebrating but Violet has a hard time getting out of bed or caring about anything. Once Xaden catches on with the help of Violet's friends, they come together to comfort her.  

Trigger warning for seasonal depression and loss of family members. Sorry if this sucks, I'm in a bit of a funk right now.

Violet’s Pov: 

School had let out this week and while we aren’t allowed contact with family, most found a way to celebrate. Some we’re getting drunk, others we’re exchanging small gifts of baked goods and little trinkets they managed to sneak into Basgiath. 

Me, I was curled in bed feeling colder than ever, my body and mind feeling disconnected as I stared blankly at my wall. Liam had tried to come see me the first day off but I told him I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to get him sick. That was a few days ago and only Rhiannon had bothered to try, though I quickly fed her the same story. Adding in a few coughs while she was here, she quickly bid me goodbye so she wouldn’t catch what I had. Lying felt bad, but at this moment I didn't care. 

Tairn has been grumbling at me for a few days and Andarna has made it her mission to try and get me to eat, but the energy it takes to leave this room is too much. Everything felt like it was too much. Brennan used to say the weather change made me like this though it wasn’t always this bad, he’d do his best to spend this week with me and Mira curled up in blankets with hot chocolate listening to Dad tell stories or all of us reading together. 

Mom hated that he let us take it easy once Solstice hit, she said it made us all soft and we were being useless. That we should be training or learning and not being so lazy. None of us cared though, the time together felt warm, cozy and loving, but now it only added to the hurt, not having Brennan or Dad made my heart ache. Warm tears lined my vision as it blurred, thinking of them only made the hurt intensify. 

“This isn’t healthy” Tairn butts in and I groan. “I’m well aware.” “Then come see us,” Andarna adds and I shove my face into my pillow, drawing my blanket above my head. “I love you both but please, just let me be.” Tairn huffs as Andarna makes a high-pitched whine that sounds similar to a dog’s. “Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.” Tairn huffs “The fuck does that mean?”

 I grumble back but receive no response from either of them and I curl in on myself. 

To anyone else, this may seem pathetic, but it’s easier than having to fake being happy in front of everyone. 

Closing my eyes I let the coldness embrace me again, my window slightly propped open so I’d at least get some semblance of fresh air without having to go outside. There’s no noise besides the wind howling outside and it lets me slip further into numbness, tears that were going to fall earlier drying. 

Some time passes as I focus on only my breathing, the slight light that is making its way past my curtain has long gone as the cold night breeze makes its way into my room and seeps into my bones.

My door creaks and I bury myself further into my blanket. “I’m still not feeling good, you shouldn’t be in here.” I croak as my door shuts, loud footsteps make their way over to my bed and something is set heavily on my nightstand I peek my head out to see Xaden looking down at me with sympathy, my neck cranes just to see his face. A mage light shines on my desk illuminating the room. “You can fool others all you want Violet, but Tairn and Andarna tattled on you.” I groan “I hate you both right now.” Andarna whimpers and Tairn snarls “Watch it SIlver One, we’re just looking out for you.” Xaden sighs and it brings my attention back to him. “I’m not going to make you explain, I’m sure Tairn shared more than you’d like, but I won’t be leaving you like this.” “Since when do you care about more than keeping me alive?” His shoulders sag as he takes a deep breath his large warm hand coming to cup my cheek tenderly as he speaks. “Contrary to what you may think, I do care for you.” The warmth from his skin and tone shocks me as I glance up at his concerned gaze, his tall frame leaning over me as he takes in my ghostly complexion. Mira always said that a lack of sun made me look like a ghost. His hair looks devilish like he had just come from flying on Sgaeyl, the dark circles under his eyes tell me he also hasn’t slept much this break.

Another creek of the door I find Rhiannon and Liam standing in my doorway, Xaden turns and nods to Liam as they enter and make their way over. Both of them have grey fuzzy blankets draped around their shoulders and pillows under each arm. “Why didn’t you ask for help?” Xaden asks as they set up their stuff near my bed. “I just didn’t want to,” I whisper, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment that they’re seeing me like this. Rhiannon meets my eyes and levels a glare that would make Mira proud, it’s similar to the look of a disapproving mother. “We’re friends, so like it or not we’re all staying here with you, including Riorson. You don’t have to suffer alone.” Liam tosses a pillow at Xaden's head that he manages to grab at the last second. 

He tosses it to the other side of my bed and then leans down and picks me up, I thrash as he whispers in my ear. “I’m here whether you like it or not. So how about you don’t fight me for just this once Violence?” He arranges us so I’m sitting in his lap and I cease thrashing, he leans his back up against my headboard and settles me in between his legs. I lean back against him as he reaches one arm out to the window and promptly shuts and latches it while the other keeps a firm grip on me. 

“How were you managing to be in here without getting hypothermia? Fuck, it feels like a morgue in here.” Liam comments as he pulls his blanket closer to him. “Sorry,” I shoot back quietly as Xaden pulls me even closer to him. His body feels painfully hot against mine as I try to squirm out of his hold. Xaden jumps as our bare skin connects. “Fuck, stay still.” He hisses as he pulls off his jacket and lays that on top of the blanket already on top of us.

 “Do you want help with your hair?” Xaden asks and I shrug “That bad?” The loose braid I put it in when the break started was likely a mess and I hadn’t cared to try and fix it. “Not to be a bitch  but, yeah dude it looks rough,” Rhiannon answers and I sigh knowing it’ll suck to fix later. “You don’t have to. I’ll get to it later.” Rhiannon tosses my hair brush that was sitting on my desk next to Xaden. “If you need help just ask.” She says as she settles into a conversation with Liam. Talking about the gossip of drunken first years at Solstice. Xaden’s hands slide into my hair, working the tie loose and starting from the bottom of my messy French braid. Lowly laughing as Rhiannon tells of Barlow throwing up on Dain, Liam's laugh is contagious to the point even I find myself cracking a smile. For the first time in days, I relax as Xaden’s fingers work through my hair, gently pulling apart tangles and rubbing my neck as he gets closer to my scalp. “Thank you.” I send down the bond to Tairn and Andarna. “Next time it gets this bad come find me, please,” Xaden says lowly into my ear as he finishes untangling my hair. “Okay.” 

Xaden passes me a mug as the smell of hot chocolate hits my nose and my eyes water all over again as my heart constrictions, I swallow past the lump in my throat and look up into his onyx gold-flecked eyes. ”Thank you.” 

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If anyone has any Fourth Wing or ACOTAR writing prompts/request/reader insert feel free to send them in! About to have time off in the new year and I'm happy to get inspo for writing.

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My therapist just told me my problem is that I need to write more fanfiction.

#huh

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Sending my therapy bill to Rebecca Yarros cuz wtf was that Iron Flame ending

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obsessed with this batboys band au

from elenana.art on Instagram

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Throne Scene Pt 2

If you haven’t read/ finished Iron Flame, do not proceed. 18 + content minors DO NOT INTERACT.

Concept: There are about 30 minutes to kill before Violet leaves to go fight the Venin and she knows she needs to feel Xaden because this could be the last time she does. (This is before they go to the hill and she finds out about the second signet) 

Side note: The Throne scene really does live rent free in my head. Sorry if this sucks this is my first time writing smut.

Violet’s POV: 

Everything has descended into chaos, scribes, riders, teachers and griffon riders alike are running around preparing to leave and fight for the place most of us had fled from.

Marching the stairs I go on my hunt, I need him to know I love him, I need to feel safe for one more moment before I potentially never see him again. 

Marching into the war room I see Xaden standing rigid, analyzing the map as he and Brennan talk in hushed tones. “Bonding over how much you both dislike that I’m leaving to fight for Basgiath?” Brennan turns and shakes his head, striding across the room and getting in my face. “You shouldn’t be going.” I roll my eyes as I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re not my keeper Brennan. Now, if all you’re going to try and do is try and talk me out of going save your breath and get out. I need to speak to Xaden.” Brennan glares at me but turns on his heel “I hope you make it out of this alive Violet.” He tosses over his shoulder as he walks out, slamming the door behind him.

“We need to be leaving soon,” Xaden says, finally turning to look at me. His onyx and gold-flecked eyes access me up and down as he sits half on the arm of the throne, deflating from his previously stressed stance. Crossing the room I wedge myself in between his thick warm thighs and grab his face, kissing him like my life depended on it. “I need you. Please.” I send to him and he groans into the kiss, one hand going up my back and into my hair, as he tilts his head to deepen our kiss. My hands reach up, one going to push off his jacket while the other cups his stubbled jaw, his usually clean-shaved face has taken a shadow as of the past few days. 

“We don’t have enough time for everything I want to do to you.” His rough voice moans in my mind as I moan into him, his jacket falling into the seat of the throne. He stands abruptly, disconnecting our kiss as he stares down at me intensely, one of his large warm hands going to cup my face as I look up at him. “Let me have this, save the rest for when we get back.” I plead with him. “You’ll be the -” “Don’t finish that sentence Xaden Riorson, now can we continue?” I ask as he leans down to kiss me more tenderly, lips grazing mine as I rake my fingers through his black hair. 

“I’ll never say no to you Violence.” His hands snake around to rest on my ass as I jump up, he holds me with ease as I wind my arms around his neck. Moving to kiss down his jaw and down his neck, he groans as his hands grip my ass more tightly as he moves to sit on the throne properly with me in his lap. I grind against his clothed cock as I move my lips away from his neck to look at him. His onyx pupils look even darker than usual as he tilts his head back and growls deeply. “Violet please.” He begs and I feel my face and chest blush, Xaden begs for no one. “I’ll beg for you every day for the rest of my life if it makes you happy. “ His voice sounds breathy in my head. His hands move from my ass to the underneath of my jacket, pushing at the shoulders to get it down, lurching forward, his lips connect to my neck as white-hot pleasure shoots through my body as he sucks hard enough to leave a mark, teeth grazing as he nips at me. His lips slide lower as my jacket slips down my arm, kissing from my neck to my shoulder, to the exposed skin of my inner arm as he takes my jacket off my wrists, drops it to the ground and pulls back. His tawny brown skin flushed as he smirked at me. “If I could leave my mark on you all the time I would.” Xaden’s voice drops into a husky tone as I smirk back at him. “What’s stopping you from doing just that, because I’m not saying no to that offer.” 

His arms wrap around my waist and flip us around as he works my pants and underwear off, his broad body towering over me. In a few swift seconds, he’s got them exposed and the chill of the air hits my bare lower half. Flinging them carelessly across the room without breaking eye contact he grabs hold of my ankle and kisses it, leaving feather-light kisses up to my thighs and close to my exposed cunt. My head tilts back as his breath fans across me, my breath hitching as my hands move to grab the arms of the chair. “I need you this time. Not your tongue, as delightful as it may be. Please.” I beg. 

“Since you asked me so nicely.” He pulls back as my legs rest against the throne and I reach forward to unzip his pants and work them over his hips and down his toned legs. He pushes them the rest of the way off and steps out, hands grabbing my hips and lifting me again as I wrap them around his waist. He sits with me hovering over the tip, his cock hard and dripping precum as he latches back onto my neck teasing my cunt by sliding his cock from my entrance to my clit and back, I fist the hair at the nape of his neck moaning. Pleasure all-consuming and he’s not even inside me yet. “Fuck, I’ve needed you. I’ll always need you, Violet.” He shifts and finally gives in as the tip of his thick rigid cock pushes into me and I move to sink down onto it, Xaden’s grip on my waist is tight enough to bruise, though I don’t really care. “So good for me, good girl. God, you’re so wet” He praises as I feel him finally sheathed all the way inside me, he makes me feel so fucking full. I bounce on his cock, somehow making it go deeper with every movement and his hips thrust to meet me halfway. I press my lips back to his, our gasps and skin slapping filling the room. “I’ve needed you.” He rolls his hips in a way that has my back arching, cold shadows skate across my skin as Xaden bounces me up and down his cock. The shadows split two ways and I feel one skating across my nipples, tugging on them as the other goes to my clit, cold pressure hits me and feels like rubbing and I shiver as Xaden pulls back from me. Watching as I writhe against him, one hand moving from my hip to play with one of my nipples, the shadow on that side relenting. The sensation of rubbing against my clit gets even stronger as I shoot pleading eyes at Xadens lust blown ones. “Please, Please, Xaden I need you. Please.” I’m close to completely unravelling as he thrusts into me even harder, his chest heaving. “Yes Violence, come undone for me.” I throw my head back as I shutter around him, white-hot bliss over taking my whole body as he continuously thrusts into me. Using only one hand on my hip to bounce me up and down while the other moves away from my breast, the cold shadow working on my other nipple ceases. “I’m yours, all yours in this life and if Malek grants me another then that one as well. There will only ever be you Violet. Whatever is left of my life, it’s yours.” ‘I love you, in this life and the next.” Even mentally my voice sounds strained with need. His thrusts get sloppier as he pulls me back into him, his scent surrounding me as his tongue grazes my lower lip and I open my mouth to let him in as he gently traces his tongue against mine. The pressure on my clit intensifies as I feel his cock twitch inside me, the feeling of my releasing barreling towards me again, faster and harder than the last as the coil in my abdomen starts to come undone. He shudders as we come undone together, disconnecting our lips as we lean our sweaty foreheads together, panting. Silence fills the room and for a heartbeat, there’s only him and I. Complete, together and safe. 

“If you two are done we have a war to get to,” Ridoc shouts through the door as we startle apart, falling back, Xadens arms shoot out and grab my torso, pulling me back to his chest. “We’ll be out in a moment, jackass,” Xaden shouts back and Ridoc laughs. “Just be glad Rhiannon talked sense into Brennan from storming in there and trying to kill you when he clued into why there was suddenly a lightning storm.” I flush in embarrassment as I move to get up and off, some of Xaden’s cum dripping out and onto his lap, as I hop off. “Sorry!” I shout back and Ridoc laughs as we hear his steps go away from the door. Retrieving my clothes I hear Xaden shuffle and zip up his pants as I work on getting mine back on. Turning, I come face to face with his leather-clad chest as he holds out my jacket. I turn as he helps me get my arms into it and face him again as his hands move to zip it up. He places a tender kiss on my forehead before he steps back. Going back to the tense and rigid look he had when I had first come in, his hand reaching for mine and I lace our fingers together. “We’ll get through this,” I say and he nods, some black hair falling into his eyes. “We’ll get through this.” He says back as he leads the way out of the room with me by his side.   

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Violet and Xaden on the parapet - Fourth Wing

Artist: @avoccatt_art

#violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #fourth wing #rebecca yarros #going insane over this

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“My house. My chair. My woman.”

#YES SIR- #xaden riorson #iron flame #iron flame spoilers

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Panic

Asks are open if anyone wants to submit Fourth Wing/ The Empyrean series imagines/ fanfics (reader inserts are fine as well!) Sorry if this isn't any good, I'm just getting back into writing after a long time of not writing.

Concept:  Xaden tries to comfort Violet from an anxiety attack that Andrana accidentally causes before Violet can shield fully. Takes place in Fourth Wing, there are no Iron Flame spoilers & Liam is still alive. (RIP)

Trigger warning for anxiety attacks and sorta self-harm though it’s not consciously intentional.  (nails biting into skin, scraping one’s self purposely) Also mild blood.  

Violet POV: 

My heart races as I borderline run back to my room, the walls feel like they're closing in as my vision spots in and out. I’m going to fail for everyone, I’m not good enough to be Tarins. I’m going to get them killed.

Everything is too much, everything is too loud, Tarin's shouts in my brain are too muddled as I slam open my door and close it just as hard. My hands tremble as I grip my chest. Nails bite into the little exposed skin I have on my neck as I claw at myself. My clothes feel too tight as if they are choking me as the room spins violently. 

My door slams open and Liam stands there looking panicked, accessing the room for danger before his gaze lands on me. “Violet, what the hell is going on? You just fucking bolted from sparring like you saw Malek himself” He stands in my doorway and tried to step forward but stumbles back as though he can’t get in. “I can’t-” My throat closes as I wheeze for air, my lungs completely incapable of letting me get the slightest breath in. My eyes tear up as Liam turns on his heel and races off, slamming the door behind him.

Xaden won’t get here in time, my lungs are killing me, he’s going to be too late and I can’t do anything about it. My own body is going to get all of us killed, I’m going to die, Barlow is going to be so pissed that he’s not the reason I’ll be announced on the death roll tomorrow. 

“Child, you need to calm yourself.” A low-pitched feminine voice cuts through my scattered thoughts. I stand there shaking, breath laboured as I squeeze my watering eyes shut. “He’ll be there soon, just hold on.” Sgayel, my brain catches on, to her firm tone. “Tairn, what's happening?” I plead down our bond, desperate to make this stop. My head pounds as my breath catches again, a garbled wheezing noise comes out as I trip backwards and onto the floor. Pain lances through the back of my skull as it hits the edge of the bed frame. “Andarna, she’s panicking about what would happen to you if something were to happen to me, unfortunately, she’s forcing her emotions onto you.” His tone has an aggressive snap to it as if he’s lashing out at Andarna. “How, how do I make it stop? Please.” 

Before he could respond my door opened again, Liam found Xaden. 

Heavy steps fall in front of me as my gaze snaps up to Xaden’s onyx eyes, wide with worry as he sinks down in front of me. My ears ring as I try desperately to focus on him, my head throbbing more with each passing second as I wheeze again. He grasps both of my hands in one of his, his mouth moving though I hear no words. “Violence, I need you to focus. You’re okay, you need to shut the bond with Andarna down. Close the door just like we practiced a few weeks ago.” Xaden’s voice rings softly through my head, words commanding but not in his usual bossy tone. “I can’t. Make it stop.” I plead with him as tears fall from my eyes, burning as my walls come down.  

Another set of hands is on me, touching the back of my head and I jump forward. Xaden catches me, holding me against his chest. Arms circling me as I grip onto him tightly, faintly I hear someone curse. “Listen to the Wing Leader. Focus.” Tairn’s stressed voice chimes in. “Focus on me Violence, you usually don’t have a problem with being distracted when I’m around.” Xaden chimes up through the bond. “If it wasn’t for the fact of I feel like I’m dying I’d stab you.” I shoot back at him, and he has the nerve to laugh while I struggle to breathe in his arms. “Just focus, study your bonds. Take your time. I’m right here.” His calming voice helps break through the intense panic. 

Picturing Andarna’s shimmering gold door I try to shove against it, but it barely budges as it pushes back, every push makes my lungs wheeze again. “It’s okay, you’re doing great. Just try again.” Xaden encourages.

 The ringing lessens as I feel Tairn trying to help as I push again, slowly it begins to close, my head throbs harder as we keep going. “That’s it, good girl. You’re doing so good.” Xaden says again, his deep voice helping ground me even more. One of his hands runs up and down my back, and I can feel another set pressing against the back of my head. Finally with one last shove her door closes as I sag with relief into Xaden’s leather-clad arms. 

Turning my head slightly I look up and see Liam crouched just behind me, holding a black cloth against the back of my head, though there’s blood flecked against his hand. Tairn rumbles as I hear Sgayel pipe in. “She’s just an adolescent, her emotions are more intense than ours. She’ll be okay now.” Her tone is that of a mother consoling a child. The ringing finally stops as I take in my room, breaths still shallow as I can finally hear Liam. 

“She should be okay, the bleeding is stopping now. You still with us Vi?” His sky-blue eyes flick down to my lingering gaze. “Yeah.” I manage to choke out as my head swims, Xaden sighs in relief as I unclench my hands from the back of his flight leather. “Thank you,” Xaden says to Liam as he continues to hold me, Liam takes the cloth away from my head as I shift to rest my head into the crook of Xaden’s neck. Exhaustion settles over my body quickly as the adrenaline leaves, Liam crouches in front of me, one hand resting against my shin as Xaden pulls me further into him. “Have you ever had this happen before?” Liam asks and I shake my head no. “I’ve felt something similar when Brennan died, but not to this extent.” My voice is hoarse as I answer. “It’s normal, my sister Sloane used to get them when we were kids. It’s called an anxiety attack, physically you’re okay but you spiral so bad mentally that it puts you in fight or flight. Take it easy the rest of today. You’re probably already feeling like shit?” He questions and I nod yes. “How bad?” I ask “You aren’t concussed, but head injuries bleed like a bitch. I’ll grab you some water okay?” He asks softly and I give him a small smile. “Thank you.” He nods and stands, throwing the cloth to the hamper by my desk. “Yeah, it’s no problem. It’s what friends are for.” He ruffles my hair as he walks by. “Oh and you definitely need to wash your hair, those silver tips are kinda dyed red now. Though it does look kind of badass.” He throws it over his shoulder as he walks out of the room and softly shuts the door behind him. 

“Let’s get you up,” Xaden says as he lifts me bridal style and then lays me down on my bed. I move over some as he sits on the edge of my bed, looking down at me. “Do you want me to stay for a bit?” He asks “Please” I respond and he throws his legs up, shifting himself so his back is against the wooden headboard. “Has this ever happened to you?” “No, not from Sgayel at least, and never to the extent you were at.” “What exactly happened?” I ask. “From what Sgayel is telling me, Andarna got herself worked up and because she’s young she didn’t realize she was sending her crisis and panic down the bond to you. Tairn and Sgayel are with her right now, though I don’t think Tairn is helping the situation.” “Ease up on her, she didn’t mean to.” I shoot to Tairn and he replies instantly. “We will discuss this later, you focus on letting the Wing Leader take care of you while we deal with the child.” His grumpy tone leaves no room for arguing. After a few moments of silence, I ask Xaden.  

“Can I have you undo my braid please?” he sucks in a breath as his hands move. “Yeah, come here.” He helps shift me as I lay my head in his lap. Fingers softly moving through the motions of untangling my crown braid, my eyes flutter shut as my body finally relaxes into his tender touches, being careful of where my head hit the bed frame as he finally unravels it. “Mira used to play with my hair to get me to sleep.” I yawn out, the moment feeling intimate between the two of us. “It’s okay, just sleep. I’ve got you.”

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Helping hand

Writing to deal with post-Iron Flame depression. This is a loose Idea I had while not feeling good. (I don’t have EDS, but I do have chronic pain + vertigo so bear with me if this isn’t 100% accurate.)

Concept: Tairn snitches to Xaden that Violet is bedridden from pain + dizziness when they thought she had recovered from almost dying. Takes place after the ending of Fourth Wing. 

Violet Pov: 

Opening my eyes was a mistake. After days of trying to take it easy (mostly due to Brennan’s hovering) you’d think I’d be fine, but no. A slight slip down some stairs yesterday and the events of the past week are finally catching up with me and my traitorous body.  

“Silver one, do you need assistance?” Tairn's voice rattles my brain as my eyes try to focus on the room I’ve been sleeping in. Attempting to sit up, pain lances down my arms and back as the room spins like I’m practicing barrel rolls on Tairn. “I’ll be fine.” I mentally shoot back, trying to throw my feet over the edge of the bed, but swaying back, steadying my breath I try to focus on getting on my feet, though it feels like the smallest breeze will have me falling. 

“You need not lie to me, I feel what you feel.” He all but grumbles back, his grumpy attitude only further annoying me. Standing I grimace, the contents in my stomach rolling as I sway. Biting my lip I make my way to the wardrobe on the other side of the room and grip the door of it tightly, trying to steady myself. “You should stay put,” Tairn demands and I roll my eyes. “I have things to do today, why don’t you go eat some sheep or something.” Taking some steady breaths and opening the wooden door shouldn’t take all my energy. I wasn’t this laid up when Barlow tried to kill me, so why my body decided a simple fall and almost dying yet again is too much to handle, is beyond me. Though it’s never predictable when I do get laid up, there’s no real pattern as to what injury or sickness will leave me bedridden and which one won’t.  

A small creak has me turning to the door, the one person I’ve been avoiding standing there with his beautiful eyes all concerned. Wearing black flight leathers and a tight lip, he gives me the look that says he knows something’s up. 

“Tairn told Sgaeyl you needed me.” I glare. “He’s just in a mood and being overbearing, I’m fine.” He leans against the door, leather-clad arms crossed over his chest. “Oh, really Violence? Then stop white-knuckling the wardrobe and come over here.” His cocky tone only irritates me further. “I’m sure whoever is walking the halls doesn’t want to see me in only my nightgown. Now leave.” 

Xaden shakes his head and pushes off the door, coming further into the room as he shuts the door. Now cockily leaning against the wall. “Come over here and then if you can manage that I’ll let you go back to ignoring me.” He huffs and I glare. “Fuck you.” I spit at him, though my wavering tone doesn’t make me look any better. “Maybe another time when you don’t look white as a sheet and I’ve earned your trust back.” He sighs, his tone not leaving room for questions. “I’m fine,” I say as I let go of the door, taking small steps as the room angrily spins around me, head pounding as I try to concentrate.

“Let the wing leader help you.” Tairn all but growls in my head as I stumble, throwing my hands out to try and catch myself, but warm hands grab onto my arms, standing me upright. “Violence, let me help you. Please.” His voice sounds soft, lulling me into a sense of calmness even if I’m still angry with him. Pulling me against his chest his arms circle my waist as I lean into him, his leather jacket cold against my exposed skin, goosebumps rising though it's more than the cold causing them. “Let me help you Violence, do you need Brennan? Are you hurt?” His soft words are laced with a slight edge of panic. “It’s just the my joints come out of place, bruise easily thing. Sometimes it’s this. It’ll pass, Brennan can’t do anything for me, I just have to wait it out.” One of his hands wanders up and down my back, softly tracing my spine as his other lies circled around my waist. My legs ache as we stand there, eyes fluttering shut as I inhale his scent to distract me from the nausea the dizziness is causing. 

Before I can say anything Xaden moves, one arm is under my legs and the other is sweeping under my arms. Quickly, I wrap them around his neck even though it hurts to do so but I still manage to swat at the back of his head. “I’ll be fine. You don’t need to do this, I can take care of myself.” I say as we move, softly he lays on the bed with me in his lap. Pulling back I do my best to stare him down, trying to get him to leave. He’s seen me weak enough as is, I don’t need him to see me like this. Tucking hair that’s fallen in front of my face gives a small smile, soft and tender as his now warm hand lays against my cheek. “Just because you’re used to taking care of it alone, doesn’t mean you have to do it alone, just let me take care of you.” He pleads, my head swims as I drop it back to his chest, adjusting myself to lie on top of him. Xaden’s hands move and then puts a blanket on top of us, tucking it closely. One arm going to rest on my waist as the other begins to wander through my hair. “How can I help?” He whispers softly as I let myself relax into him. My head still swimming but his gentle hold helping ground me in the ever-spinning room. “Just, stay for a bit please,” I mumble out and feel him squeeze my waist softly. “I’ll stay for as long as you need me Violet.” 

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