#violet's dagger

[intairnwetrust]

I LOVE my bestie 😭 I screamed when I hold Violet's dagger in my hand. I love my 🐦‍⬛

[passerbyyye]

love how xaden told violet once that "the right way isn't the only way" and she never did anything the right way again

[aghw18]

A compilation of kuro-related art requests while i was gone

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Aetos dives to the left and throws.

An alloy-hilted dagger sails from his hand and I rise, clutching my own. The dark wielder’s expression of shock remains permanent as he desiccates a few feet away and falls off the wall. One down.

— You just know he learned that move from Violet, and she’d be so proud practice made perfect.

[jadeazora]

May I present a crackship?

All I'm saying is our boy Jacq agreed to be her sacri--"assistant" a little too readily.

[bookdragon-shenanigans]

Onyx storm spoiler

ngl forget what i said about the Violet x Cat crackship the true homoerotic enemies to lovers of this series would be Violet x Theophanie

[smarts-and-daggers]

Cradled Blossom [401 Words • Rated: G]

Violet, glowing with laughter and love, is tenderly carried to the couch by her adoring husband, who is completely besotted with her and the baby growing inside her. As he kisses her belly and speaks to their unborn child, their quiet moment blossoms into something sacred: a celebration of love, life, and the miracle of becoming a family.

💜For the Come What May Creators Challenge Prompt: Blossom

Link to AO3 in the comments!

[sammywarddraws]

The Violet Dagger, formed by betrayal and violence. A ghoulish artifact for the poor sweet demons, fooled by those they felt the safest with. Vengeance is the sweetest poison.

My ghoulish offering for week three of #AprilGhouls2025

I know, I know it's almost the end of the month. I’ve struggled a lot with this one from thinking up the concepts to the illustration itself. This one is a little bit of a mess but vengeance is never pristine now is it! 😈👻

You can still join the art ritual too!

[partfae]

thinking about how xaden’s signet has to do with shadows and liam is called violet’s shadow… yeah that hurts

[sleepy-n-thinkin-stuff]

Round three

Which Black Butler ship should be next?

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 13 — BITING/MARKING

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — dan heng, boothill, phainon, dr ratio

— warnings. — fem! reader, biting/marking, kinda dark, possessive men, doggy/prone bone, lots of spit

⚝ DAN HENG

dan heng kisses you like he's starving, like you're a confession he's never stopped whispering— on his knees, in your throat, between your legs, you felt him wherever you wanted with his lips trailing down your collarbone— softly when his teeth sink in at last, a sudden flash of hunger making you jolt, "don't move now," he breathes, voice low and shaking as his fingers slither down your waist, leaving your skin in tremors.

going further, he bites down harder and makes sure to emphasize the sharpness of his canines, slow bruises blooming like violets on your throat and your chest— because do you get it now? after all, dan heng wanted everyone to see them, no, he needed it for his soul, it's the only way he'll believe this wasn't a dream.

"mine," he whispers, but it sounded more like a prayer turned threat, voice hoarse and splintered as he presses his lips to the curve of your hipbone. he's already inside, throbbing in you, in fact, you're brim full and feel carved open being shaped around him, fuck, and still, he bites, agonizingly sharp, the flat of his teeth sinking in like a man afraid you'll vanish unless he brands you. his fingers tremble where they hold your thigh, not from weakness, but from holding himself back, from the way he's choking on everything he cannot say, everything he's too disciplined to scream out loud.

"don't run from me don't leave me," it's almost like dan heng was begging you while sinking into you further, dagger alike thrusting through the tightness of your hole, breath shaky against your skin, "don't ever leave me like that again," and then another bite, harder this time, cruel and filthy all at once— because you do not belong anywhere but under him, while being full of him, trembling from how much he loved you deeply.

your skin felt flayed open by slick delirium, heat and spit mingling with the ache of every place he sank his teeth into as you moan out his name broken and wet, your thighs twitching around his waist as dan heng, who was usually so quiet, becomes louder and groans when you squeeze him, chest rumbling against yours, biting down on the space beneath your ribs like he wanted to leave something permanent, in fact, like the man wanted you bleeding from it.

⚝ BOOTHILL

"calm don't baby," boothill grins, his sharp fangs already pinching at your throat and glinting white, "not unless you want the whole town to hear how sweet you sound when i ruin you," and then he bites, playful but hard, dragging his teeth along your neck like he's gutting a peach as you feel the marks rising instantly— they're pulsing hot, swollen and shameless on your flesh as your breath leaves you in a shiver when he grinds into you hard, making the bed creak and your nerves spark instantly.

his hips jerk rough against yours, his cock thick and punishing where he splits you open yet all you could focus on was the way he won't ever stop biting you— no matter where, if it was your shoulders, your tits or thighs, his mouth was everywhere.

before you know it, he cums for the first time, thick and heavy— right between your legs like it's nothing, like the mess of him already leaking out of you wasn't enough he had to do it again.

your back arches as it hits hot against the previously dried slick already smeared across your thighs, battering into the raw, glistening ache of you with the slow rub of his cock inside. it all came crushing down on you when you felt his fingers sneak down on you, between your legs, targeting your clit and pinching it between his rough fingertips, filthily matching the rhythm of his hips.

"that's it," he rasps, lips dragging along your lips, voice shredded with the kind of wicked pride only a man like him could wear while ruining you, "all slicked up and still so tight around me, you feel that, sweetheart? feel how you keep squeezing like you don't wanna let go?"

dumb question, correct? because you do, you feel everything and boothill knows, the shaking in your legs when he bottoms out was enough to expose you. truly, you cannot stop clenching around him, cannot stop crying either, boothill just kept marking you up and fucking you through it, believing that if he put enough hickies and bite marks on your body, maybe he'll finally stop going insane.

⚝ PHAINON

phainon's mouth shakes against your shoulder as his bites don't come fast, instead, they build gradually with his teeth dragging softly, teasing you, jaw always tensed and breath held like a man hoping for solace— yet you kept pulling him deeper, kept clenching around him like your cunt's trying to milk him dry and that's when phainon breaks.

he bites, yet it's not gentle.

even so, you won't stop tightening around him, fluttering, spasming— like your body's trying to wring the heat from his spine, desperate to drag him under with you as he shudders at the harsh grip, teeth sinking into your shoulder without grace, without pause— just need, rabid and raw.

phainon devours you endlessly, the sheer force he was using to fuck you into the stained mattress was almost scary, yet you were used to this by now. 

he breathes something ruined into the hollow of your throat when you circle your arms around his neck— no language needed, only sound required— low and passionate and raw, like it's breaking him just to hold back as his arm curls around your body, not gentle but possessive, the other fisted tight in your hair like a man clinging to a single thread of sanity, dragging you closer even when there's nowhere left to go.

the air was thick, cloying with sweat and salt, with the raw scent of skin and sin as your breath catches in hiccuped sobs with your body trembling, helpless under the slow, relentless rhythm of his hips, each push deep and calculated, yet he doesn't care if the room burns down around you, as long as you do not stop taking him.

it's brutal, in fact, every thick push made you feel the stretch in your spine even further, "is that why you're shaking?" phainon breathes, his tongue slick, "poor thing," as you're nodding at him, a stuttering motion as if your body was in utter shock.

it turns him on, seeing you helpless and in awe of him as his mouth drags slow over your skin, biting again, harder— until you flinch underneath his broad body, until your whole flesh attempts to escape on instinct, "don't cry," he hisses, voice gutted, "you asked for this, wanted to be owned, didn't you? feel it now, feel what you did to me."

you do as he commands, yet you're still aching, gushing and full, every thrust feeling like you're being split and stitched up all at once as phainon's tongue flicks over your nipple, afterwards rubbing over it with his teeth.

he marks them up too, obviously, and then your collarbone, later your ribs, fuck, he cannot decide anymore, maybe he'll do it all, right? step by step, inch by inch, he wanted to feel you under his teeth everywhere he could look at, so when he's alone and aching, he'll remember exactly where he belongs.

⚝ DR RATIO

if veritas ever carved the truth out of his chest, stripped it down to bone and nerve, he'd have to confess that he doesn't bite you out of love, instead, he does it so you'll wear him, so it bruises, so it aches, so it sinks in deeper than memory.

well, you could say it's not tenderness— it's compulsion, a mark of possession scalded into flesh with his hunger made visible and undeniable as he bites so there's no forgetting, no pretending, so you never once think you're untouched.

his glove sinks between your shoulder blades like it's been there all your life— like it belongs there, pressing you down with a reverence that felt more like ritual than restraint as his other hand ghosts over your throat— not clenching, not claiming, just resting there, skin to skin, a quiet violence simmering beneath the tenderness as your pulse betrays you— hammering against his palm, fast and fluttering like a creature caught in his cage.

you cannot move— he won't let you, one hand pressing your spine down into the mattress, the other cradling your throat like he's trying to memorize how it jumps under his touch, "tell me if it hurts," he groans, rolling his hips so slow it's brutal, your ass jiggling at the impact so deeply you choke on your own breath, "you'll remember this every time you swallow."

his bite leaves a raw spot on your shoulder, then another once more, it's hot, yes, disgusting? fuck, and intimate too— veritas fucks you like he's trying to erase every inch of untouched skin, "i want you sore tomorrow," he presses his mouth to your shoulder, tongue dragging slow over sweat dampened skin, voice catching on the taste of you, "i want them to see the marks and know you let me do this, begged me to."

and fuck, you did, you are, you're so full your stomach's tight and your brain's fogged and your mouth can't form words anymore— veritas licks one of the bites, then bites again, your pussy clenching around him so hard he grunts out loud, hissing into your skin like he might break if he stops.

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[likethewillowfic]

i love ridoc for all the same reasons as everyone else. i love his humor, his quick wittedness, how effortlessly he flirts, how powerful he is, how smart he is.

mostly though, i love how he loves violet. he’s on quest squad with protecting and being there for his friend at the forefront of his mind because he doesn’t trust the others intentions when it comes to protecting her over xaden.

he was right to be pissed about xaden’s venin status because she had been in double danger (in his mind) all this time without someone on only her side.

i think ridoc likes xaden and considers him a friend, but he would dagger him in a heartbeat if it meant protecting violet.

ridoc is the brother violet deserves.

[somewhere-in-the-rain]

Using one of his own daggers as a bookmark for Violet is just the most Xaden thing I have ever seen. Domestic Riorgail has me obsessed.

[anon-brunette]

Xaden: dear diary, today violet threw a dagger at my chest

[smarts-and-daggers]

A Burning Beneath My Heart Part 2 of the "Our Every Tomorrow" series. [628 Words • Rated: M]

Xaden and Violet are tangled in bed, in warmth and wonder—her body blossoming with life, his heart ablaze with awe. What begins as a whisper turns to worship, his touch becomes devotion that raises a fire between them.

💜For the Come What May Creators Challenge Prompt: Blossom

Link to AO3 in the comments!

[plum-petals]

Bro, Violet is literally decked out with gorgeous Tyrrish daggers haha. I bet Mira will see them and be like wtf, where did you get these??

Also, I am still waiting on spiesDain figuring out about Xaden x Violet! Also, I am predicting a little more imogen in the upcoming chapters because I believe in canon, she left to go do a drop?? I would love to see more of her and Violet friendship building. Oh and more Dain & Violet friendship re-building off course 💜

I can't wait to see Xaden drop in in the middle of their Monserat trip 😍. If you do a Xaden POV of watching Violet fly off with the rest of her squad for a week and having the sad puppy eyes, I think I'll die

Hahaha I do love that so much! I always forgot that her daggers are like a neon sign from Xaden for people who recognize them!

After Threshing, I imagine all the Tyrrish cadets outside of the inner circle saw the Violet Sorrengail walking around with those daggers like ???? how ?????

Oh Dain... he kind of puts his foot in his mouth again in an upcoming chapter! But once again, redemption is not linear!

There WILL be more Imogen, but I'll hush on what capacity hahaha

Omg sad puppy Xaden... all of us really just love reading him be pathetic over Violet and I love it!