#visamilya

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“The first one of you to come,” Amaryllis told them. “Will be the one to watch the other get fucked by me.” — One Of Us Is Gonna Lose

Commission from @cherrygirl666 of the scene from @vissenta-senadz’s fic!! Once again I am absolutely obsessed with everything about this piece, and I cannot recommend getting a commission from her if you have the chance enough!!! 💕

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All Is Found

With her due date fast approaching, Vissenta is anxious, but Amaryllis does what they can to assure her [ @vissenta-senadz ]

words: 1k

cw: pregnancy

accompaniment

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It’s dark as Amaryllis tiptoes into the sitting room of their suite at the palace, only a single pillar candle is lit, out of all of the various kinds that little the tables and shelves here.

Well, it’s Vissenta and Julian’s rooms just as much as theirs after so many years. More than ever now, with Vissenta only weeks away from her due date, they’ve all made the palace their temporary home until further notice. She’s on strict orders from Nazali— who had come all the way from Prakra just to see to her— to rest. Not technically bedrest, but Vissenta is going to get herself put on it with how restless she’s been here.

She was restless now too, but it was different than the kind Amaryllis and Julian had to keep her from during the day. They’d thought she was already fast asleep once they finally came to bed, they were woken by her wiggling out of bed and waddling off into the rest of the suite. After ten minutes and Vissenta still hadn’t come back, Amaryllis decided to investigate. Julian remained sound asleep, unbothered by it all, sufficiently exhausted from a long day at the clinic.

Their footsteps are light as they pad across the room to where a bundled up lump sits quietly on the sofa.

“I brought you some tea, cher. Chamomile.” She doesn’t stir, not even when Amaryllis sits down next to her. “Vissenta?” They set down the tea and peel back the blanket wrapped around her, until they can finally see their wife again.

“Amie,” she mumbles.

“Can’t sleep?”

“I guess not.”

“I see,” they hum, pulling Vissenta into their lap. “It sounds like more than just not being able to rest.”

“I’ve been having horrible dreams lately,” she sighs.

“Tell me about them.”

“I don’t want you to know about them.”

“If it’s about all the things that could go wrong, I’ve already thought them all myself.”

She turns to them, astonished. “Then how can you sleep just fine at night?”

“Because I have to make sure I’m well enough to take care of you three. And Ilya too, sometimes.” Amaryllis sits Vissenta back up, pushing the tea into her hands. They make sure to wrap the blanket back around her before rising and stepping over to the bookcase across the room. “What do you say we do a reading? Perhaps it will ease your mind.”

“I’ve been too anxious to do one on my own.”

“Then let's try it together.” Amaryllis sits down on the floor between the couch and table, shoulder brushing Vissenta’s knee. “Do you have the energy to light another candle? If not, I’ll just find a match.”

“I’ve got it,” Vissenta holds her cup in one hand and lights a few extra candles with a flick of her wrist.

“Thank you, cher,” Amaryllis shuffles and divides out the deck. While it seems as though the gold embellished cards slip through their fingers with ease, it had been a long time since they’d performed any readings— they’d been just as nervous as Vissenta, unable to turn to The Arcana for guidance.

Vissenta picks her three cards, and they’re then laid out on the table in front of the pair.

“Flip together?” she asks, hand hovering over them hesitantly. With a gentle smile, Amaryllis clasps their hand over hers, and together they flip the first card over.

IX of Pentacles, upright

“Rewards after hard work, the fruits of labor— well, literally.” That gets a giggle out of her, and it feels like a small victory. “Indicating an achievement of a lifetime, resulting in comfort and peace.” Hand-in-hand, Vissenta is eager to move on to the middle card.

The Empress, upright

“Well that’s too obvious,” Vissenta comments, sounding as if she’d been set up.

“Obvious that you’re going to be a wonderful mother? I agree.” Amaryllis feels her free hand start to play with their hair. “And, The Arcana can’t lie.” Vissenta stays silent, though Amaryllis can practically hear her thinking, but after a moment moves their clasped hands to flip the last card.

II of Pentacles, upright

“A rapid change that occurs, and possessing the resilience to successfully adapt to said change. Finding your balance,” Amaryllis explains wistfully.

“Well, this was quite clear.” Vissenta’s tone is flat, like she’s still now quite sure what to make out of the reading.

“Quite wonderful.” But Amaryllis feels lighter now, and laughs when they rejoin Vissenta on the couch, determined to spread the feeling to her. “Not a single indication of grief, no towers or swords or reverses.” She’s finished her tea now, and Amaryllis sets the mug down so they can pull her into their arms again. “How do you feel?”

“Better? I think,” she pauses. “I’m still terrified, I don’t think that ever goes away though.”

“The fact you care enough to be terrified says so much, you know.” They lay a hand on her bump, and they laugh together when a few moments later there's a small kick against their hand. “I’m scared too, though I try not to be— mostly because Ilya expresses it enough for the lot of us. But we all get to be scared together.”

“Yea, together,” Vissenta breathes, nuzzling closer into their side.

“Ah, don’t get too comfortable, It’s bedtime for you. Those girls are coming any day now, and you need all the rest you can get.”

“Girls?” Vissenta jolts up, brow furrowed. She then glances towards the tarot cards still spread upon the table, the golden ink dancing under the candlelight and standing out against the black cardstock it’s painted on. After a moment, her expression softens. “There is an overwhelming sense of femininity tied to this reading, isn’t there?” Amaryllis just smiles, because there isn’t a solid answer to be had, just a gut feeling. And really, they’re pleased no matter what or who these babies turn out to be.

“Come, I’ll sing you to sleep.”

Amaryllis helps Vissenta back to bed, makes sure she’s comfortable and supported before slipping in behind her. Julian is still snoring away, dead to the world. They peck him on the cheek before the snuggle up against Vissenta. Then, Amaryllis kisses her shoulder, and begins to sing.

“Quand le vent frais vient danser, la rivière chante pour ne pas oublier…”

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Came In Close

Amaryllis spends an evening with Vissenta, and later has a moment with Julian

[Takes place before Just Ask by @vissenta-senadz]

words: 1456

NSFW: light bondage, mutual masturbation, implied face sitting, feelings

accompaniment

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The tension between Amaryllis and Vissenta and Julian never went away. Not after the first night they all had together, and only got more intense after the second. Amaryllis had told themself after that there would be no more nights.

But they couldn’t possibly hold themself to it, not when Vissenta looked at them like that and the flush Julian responded to all their taunting with. Amaryllis was incapable of resisting them, incapable of denying their offers to come up with them at the end of the night. Even if each time they obliged the couple, they only fell deeper and deeper.

Now, Amaryllis was visiting with Vissenta at the home she shared with Julian, who was still busy at his clinic. The two magicians were sitting side by side, Amaryllis peering down at Vissenta’s hands as she sorted out her deck. They had only caught a glimpse of the spread she was using, but she had quickly swiped the reading away before they could recognize it.

Amaryllis didn’t ask, just silently took their place next to Vissenta. As their feelings for her— and Julian— became stronger and more complicated, they found they had less to say. They weren’t pulling away, but interacting with the couple in the same manner they always had with everyone else superficially felt wrong.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Amaryllis reaches for Vissenta’s mussed braid. Gently, they begin to undo it, their pale fingers running through her dark strands. Vissenta draws in a sharp breath when they drag their nails lightly across her scalp. Her hands still, no longer shuffling the cards.

Amaryllis decides now is the time to break the silence.

“So, have things become any clearer for you recently?”

Vissenta doesn’t answer, not right away, instead just letting her eyes flutter shut and relaxing against their hands. They were content to wait for as long as she needed, continuing in their attentions to her hair.

“They have,” she finally says, “maybe even too clear.”

Before Amaryllis can inquire further, Vissenta’s lips are on theirs. It’s startling, but if it's what Vissenta needs from them, they’re happy to oblige.

Their grip in her hair tightens, pulling her into them, opening her up with their tongue. The desperation from Vissenta was a different kind than normal, her need for comfort standing out to Amaryllis.

“Vissenta, chérie,” they pull away, “let me take your mind off of it then.”

“That might be difficult, considering it’s always on you.”

Amaryllis tries to mask their surprise. “I- then, let me take care of you.”

“Upstairs.”

Once in the bedroom, with Vissenta on her back and Amaryllis over top of her, as they try not to think too hard about being up here with her.

This time, Amaryllis goes slower than they normally do with her.

They kiss Vissenta’s lips until she’s gone boneless beneath them, working open her bodice little by little. By the time they’re finally slipping her dress down, ruby lips brushing over all her newly revealed skin, she’s panting.

“Already so wound up just from a little kissing?” they taunt once she's entirely bare before them.

“Don’t tease me,” she pouts.

“Oh, I haven’t even begun to tease you yet.” Their fingers trail down her torso, stopping just short of where the dark curls between her thighs start.

“Amaryllis…”

“Why don’t you be a good girl, and tell me exactly what you want?”

“I want to feel you.”

“My hands are on you, my lips were just all over you, you’ll have to be more specific.”

“Against me. You’re wearing too much clothing.”

“Am I? I think I’m wearing just enough, I look wonderful.”

“You look beautiful,” Vissenta says, just a little too earnestly, and their stomach does a flip. “Now take it off.”

“Since you’ve asked so nicely…”

Amaryllis steps back, dark gaze never leaving Vissenta as they slowly unbutton their collar. On the bed, she props herself onto her elbows to get a better view of her private show. Their fingers dance at the hem of their dress, lifting it a little at a time. When they’ve lifted it to their hips, the lack of anything else underneath it is obvious, and Vissenta lets out a quiet moan.

“You like that, chérie?”

She spreads her legs. “See for yourself.”

“Oh, I will.”

Amaryllis continues their strip tease, taking their time peeling off their dress and rolling their stockings down. They settle down in between Vissenta’s still spread legs, laying over top of her, pressing against her as much as they can to oblige her request. Red lips capture hers again, and when she tries to touch them, Amaryllis pins them above her. Fingers ghost down to slip into her folds and Vissenta gasps.

Amaryllis pulls back from her, retreating to the other side of the bed. Vissenta pouts and moves to follow, but is pulled back down against the bed by an invisible force.

“I told you I hadn’t even begun to tease you.” Amaryllis leans back against a pile of pillows and spreads their legs for her to see. Lazily, they run their fingers down their body, one hand going to pinch at a nipple and the other trailing down between their legs. “Maybe I’ll just leave you like this. Make you watch me get off to just looking at you.”

It doesn’t take very long for Vissenta’s begging to win Amaryllis over today.

“Touch yourself,” with a flick of their wrist, Vissenta’s hands are freed, but she’s still anchored down.

“You said you’d take care of me. I can do this without you,” she groans.

“But do you want to do it without me?”

Vissenta watches Amaryllis watch her, hand drifting down to rub at her clit. They’re sure she can see how wet they are for her, how effortlessly they slip their fingers inside. Across the bed, they can see the way Vissenta’s toes curl and eyelashes flutter in pleasure.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” Amaryllis commands.

“You tying me up for real, to the bed, to a chair, rigging me up somehow, anything. Making me taste you while I can’t move an inch, can’t do anything but lay there and take it.”

Amaryllis hums. “You want to taste me?”

Vissenta nods. “Please,” she moans. Amaryllis pulls their fingers out from inside of them and crawls over to Vissenta. They slip them into her mouth, eagerly licking up every drop of them that she can get.

“Good girl. Now come for me, and I'll let you taste as much as you’d like.”

- - -

Hours later Amaryllis wakes. Vissenta is still cuddled against their front, cheek on their chest and arm slung over their hip. But now, there's an addition of another presence against their back, and their first instinct is to seize up.

“Darling, it’s just me,” Julian whispers, punctuating it with a kiss on the top of their head. He slides his hand around their waist, pulling himself tighter against them. “I was trying not to wake you two, but I’m home now.”

Something about hearing the word ‘home’ while in Julian’s arms, with Vissenta in theirs makes Amaryllis all misty-eyed. They should probably leave, surely Julian has had a long day and just wants to snuggle up with his wife, and here they are, literally in the way. But he’s not kicking them out, but bringing them closer, his lips ghosting across their neck. They must have been sleeping so soundly to not have heard him come in, and they can’t remember the last time that’s even happened.

Amaryllis blinks their eyes open and turns their head back to look at him. “Ilya,” they smile sleepily. They would be overjoyed to stay like this forever, if the two of them would allow it. It’s often they entertain the concept in daydreams, and as of late they’ve come to the conclusion that Vissenta and Julian would let them. “We missed you.”

Julian’s adoring whisper grounds them. “I missed the both of you too.” Amaryllis is surprised, just as they had been by Vissenta earlier in the evening.

And again, when he leans forward to kiss them, soft and sweet. For a moment after, Amaryllis just watches him. His exhausted eyes, full of what they can only describe as adoring, the same way he looks at Vissenta, looking at them.

“I love you,” Amaryllis whispers to him, the confession out of their mouth before they can stop it. They try to ignore the way the rhythm of Vissenta’s breathing falters, and that hopefully the sharp inhale is from whatever she’s dreaming about.

Despite his exhaustion, Julian’s face lights up, and to them it’s far more radiant than the moonlight streaming through the curtains.

“And I love you.”

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77 (I need you both right now) from the smut prompts list, with Vissenta and Julian, maybe?

“I need you. I need you both, right now.”

words: 1707

begging, cum play, facesitting

It was an average evening at the Raven, and Amaryllis was lingering at the table Julian and Vissenta occupied. 

They were perched atop the back of the booth, their stockinged legs on full display as they flirted away with the couple. Every so often, when they caught one or both of them staring Amaryllis would uncross and recross their legs.

The tension between them was thick, just waiting to be broken. And until one of them decided to break it, Amaryllis was satisfied to spend their night teasing the two of them.

Eventually, Vissenta broke it herself.

“Come upstairs with us,” she cuts off the dramatic anecdote Julian is telling, her voice thick with desire. Julian turned bright red, looking less shocked over what she said and more so that she said it at all. He’d already made it more than clear he wanted the same thing, with the way he'd been distracted by them all night.

“I thought last time was a one-time thing,” Amaryllis raises a brow, grin masked by their veil.

“That was one time, this could be another.” Vissenta watched them, hanging off of Julian, her touch trailing down his thigh from under the table. She was certain Amaryllis wouldn’t turn the offer down. And she was absolutely correct.

“Well then,” Amaryllis slides out from the booth, “lead the way.”

“Um, yes! Let's lead the way,” he mutters, taking Vissenta’s hand and tugging her from the booth and towards the stairs. He's in quite the hurry, as whatever she'd been doing already had him wound up.

They're all barely in the room before Vissenta is tugging Amaryllis onto the bed, crawling in between their thighs. After a moment Julian slides in behind them, their back is against his bare chest.

“Eager, are we?” Amaryllis taunts, grinding back against Julian and unlacing Vissenta’s bodice.

“You know, last time you got to take the lead, so I think it’s only fair I get a turn,” Vissenta points out. She starts to strip off their boots, and Amaryllis makes no protest. They're a little taken aback, as it’s not very often they come across someone who wants to take charge of them. And even less often they're comfortable enough with someone to let them do so.

Vissenta tugs off their veil. “I need to hear you.”

“I’m all yours.”

At that, Vissenta’s lips find theirs, and Julian’s find the back of their neck. He brushes their hair to the side and unclips their collar to reveal more skin, his free hand slipping under their skirt. She works their mouth open, nipping at their red lips and her tongue sliding inside. With one hand Amaryllis grabs Vissenta’s ass, the other reaching behind them to thread into Julian’s hair.

Vissenta doesn't waste any more time, hands finding the hem of their dress to strip them out of it. As soon as they’re bare, left only in their stockings and garters, Julian’s fingers are ghosting over their nipples and Amaryllis has to hold back a gasp. She leans back on the bed, beckoning Amaryllis to follow. Ever obedient, Julian remains where he is even as they get on all fours, right in his face.

“I want your mouth on me,” she tells Amaryllis, “and you’re allowed to touch,” she tells Julian. His hands quickly return to their skin and graze across their back, sending a shiver through them as they make quick work of Vissenta’s pants.

Amaryllis sucks and nips their way up her thighs, but it isn't long before Vissenta fists their hair and pulls their mouth to her cunt. Eagerly, they run their tongue through her folds, muffling a cry into her as Julian runs fingers across theirs.

“How wet are they, Ilya?”

“See for yourself,” he says, then his fingers are gone and instead slipping into Vissenta’s mouth. She licks his digits clean, and Julian grinds his clothed cock against their ass.

“So wet, and all for us?” she asks, even if the answer is clear. “Tell me, Amie, do you think about us? Because we think about you. Quite thoroughly.”

Amaryllis pulls their mouth away. “Yes,” they answer breathily, overwhelmed by the idea the couple fantasizes about them. Their tongue returns with their fingers, wetting them between their lips before sliding into her. Vissenta opens her mouth to speak just as Amaryllis crooks their fingers just right, a gasp the only thing coming out.

“We've thought of so many different ways you could use us, or ways I could use you two,” Julian interrupts her with a groan as Amaryllis clenches around his fingers. “We thought about this, about you between us, your mouth on me and Ilya fucking you. Is that what you want?”

They nod absentmindedly, immersed in pleasuring Vissenta. But from behind them, Julian starts to beg, still rutting against them.

“Yes, please, let me- please,” he pants. Vissenta tugs Amaryllis away by their hair and they whine in protest. 

“We already know you know how to beg,” she raises a brow at them, “Amaryllis, on the other hand…”

“Yes,” is all they say. Vissenta glances at Julian, and soon his bare cock is sliding between their legs.

“Not yet,” Vissenta commands, “you’re going to have to work a little harder than that.” She grins down at Amaryllis, eyes dark. To have Amaryllis of all people on their knees for her must be intoxicating.

Amaryllis is trying to be good for her, but they can’t help it when, instead of caving, their fingers inside of her speed up and their thumb caresses her clit. All she can do is grind into them, but after a moment she regains her senses and reluctantly snatches their hand away.

“No one gets to have any fun until I hear you tell us how bad you want us.”

The fist in Amaryllis’s hair tightens, keeping them from rocking back against Julian. He’s been doing his best to restrain himself, little whines and pants falling from his mouth as he does.

Between the two of them, it doesn't take very long for Amaryllis to surrender.

“Fine. Please, Vis, I want you to fuck my mouth, and I want Ilya to fuck my cunt, and I want to make you both come,” they whined, barely recognizing their voice with how needy they sound. “I need you. I need you both right now.”

“See? Was that so bad?”

Amaryllis has no opportunity to retort before they’re flipped onto their back, arms above their head. Vissenta is straddling their face now, pinning their arms down with her legs as she hovers over their mouth.

Julian spreads them open, hands dragging down their legs. His cock slides across their clit, a half-hearted attempt at teasing that he doesn't have the control to back up. As he finally pushes into them, Vissenta seats herself on their face.

“Fuck…” Julian swears under his breath as he falls into a rhythm that matches the way Vissenta’s grinding against their mouth.

“Don’t they feel so good, Julian? Both ends so ready to take whatever I say they can have.”

When she talks about them like this, like they might not even be there, it makes Amaryllis’s head spin, encouraging them to work their tongue faster. Julian only answers with a debauched mumble, giving up on trying to form words and instead leaning forward to capture Vissenta’s lips.

It’s all so much. His cock, the way she clenches around their tongue, the fingers working their nipples, the sound of the kissing over top of them. Amaryllis gasps, arching off the bed, so close to the edge with all the attention they're getting.

But then Vissenta’s hands leave Amaryllis’s chest to rest at their waist and they let out a desperate whine, hands grasping at nothing.

“You don't get to come until we do,” Vissenta pants. Though with the way her nails dig into their sides and the sounds that fall from her mouth, it won't be much longer until she does. Amaryllis works hard to send her over the edge, meeting Julian’s erratic thrusts and sucking on Vissenta’s clit.

And it doesn't take much longer at all for her to come on their tongue, crying out as Amaryllis devours her through her orgasm. Julian whines, hips stuttering and slowing down, pumping in and out of them carefully.

“Vis, please, can I- where can I-'' he begs, seeking Vissenta’s permission. She removes herself from Amaryllis’s face, flipping around to straddle their waist.

“Inside. And then clean up your mess,” she instructs, as she dips down to clean up her own. Her kiss is sloppy, Vissenta licking her cum from their chin and lips, tasting herself on Amaryllis’s mouth.

Now Julian’s thrusts speed back up, brushing against them so perfectly and they’re trying so hard to hold back their pleasure.

Julian comes as he presses kisses to Vissenta’s back, muffling his cries into her skin. Ever eager to please, he pulls out with a hiss and dives down to taste Amaryllis. His cum drips from them, and when he licks up from their ass to their clit, they cry out into Vissenta’s mouth. Julian is very thorough in cleaning up his mess.

“That’s it,” she moves out of the way, letting them in on the view of Julian looking up at them from between their thighs. “Come for us.”

And they do, Julian’s arms wrapped around their thighs to keep them in place. Their vision goes white and he doesn’t relent until the pleasure fades and Vissenta has to pull him away.

They’ve barely caught their breath before Julian slides up next to them, coaxing Amaryllis’s lips to his. Vissenta releases their wrists and cradles their head in her lap, rubbing at the nail indents in their palms. Julian’s thumbs run over the marks from Vissenta on their hips. Lazily, Amaryllis kisses him back, thoroughly spent. They’re relaxed, more than they’ve been in a very long time, and they almost entertain the idea of staying like this, with them.

But instead, they sit up and detangle themself from the couple.

“I should-“ they start, but Vissenta cuts them off and Julian pulls them back against him.

“You should just lay down,” she insists.

Amaryllis knows better than to argue with her.

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Move

Amaryllis and Vissenta surprise each other over and over during a night at the Raven [ @vissenta-senadz ]

words: 2166

cw: drinking

NSFW: (semi?)public sex, manual sex, oral sex, orgasm denial,

accompaniment

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“I’m going to go get another drink,” Amaryllis rises from their regular booth in the back corner of the Rowdy Raven.

“Are you sure you need another?” Julian taunts, and they’re all too aware of his eyes on them.

“Oh, cause you’re one to talk,” they pull down their veil momentarily, for the express purpose of sticking their tongue out at him. It shuts him up. “I’ll grab you another pint, it’s not like you’re able to walk in a straight line anymore.”

“I can’t do anything straight my darling-“ the rest of his retort is cut off by Amaryllis strutting away and to the bar. The two of them are barely two drinks in— hardly even buzzed at this point. But they do question their sobriety levels for a moment when their eyes catch the sight of a petite brunette at the bar and their heart races. They simply brush it off, but silently admit to themself that they might be a little too intrigued by Vissenta, if they’re doing cliché things like seeing her wherever they go.

But then Amaryllis leans up against the bar, intending to address Barth, when their eyes flirt over said brunette to find it is in fact the exact one they can’t stop thinking about.

“Ma poupée?” Vissenta turns in her seat so fast, Amaryllis is a little worried she might tip out of it and their arms almost reach out to steady her.

“Amie?” She certainly looks particularly surprised to see them here.

“In the flesh,” they grin, close enough to her that surely she can see it through their veil. “What are you doing here, cherié?”

She gestures towards them with her half-empty glass. “It’s been a long day at the shop.”

“Pauvre fille, perhaps you’d like to join me? I have a friend who’d love to meet you.” Amaryllis attempts to flag down Barth, but he merely nods their way before heading into the backroom to fetch a bottle of their regular.

Vissenta blinks. “I- sure, that sounds great.” Amaryllis holds out an elbow, and she stares at them for a moment before sliding off the stool to take it.

“Here you are,” Barth speaks up, uncorking and then sliding a dark red bottle across the bar.

“Already passing off the whole bottle, is that what you think of me, Barth?” The man merely scoffs and rolls his eyes, getting another drink for Julian. He passes off the overfull pint with a friendly wink, and Amaryllis turns and leads Vissenta back to their booth.

“So, you come here often?” she asks, and Amaryllis can’t help but giggle.

“I think we’re past the point of bad pick-up lines.”

“I was asking a question,” she pouts.

“I do, quite often actually,” they crowd her into the booth, where Julian is nowhere to be found. “Have you found yourself in here before now?”

“Yes, a few times. It’s a... cozy little place,” she comments. Amaryllis refills their own glass, and fills up Vissenta’s empty glass too.

“You say ‘cozy’ like it’s a bad thing.”

“No, I just wouldn’t have expected to find you in a place like this.”

“Oh?” Amaryllis’s brow quirks.

“You blend into all the glamour and regality so effortlessly, I never pictured you in a dive bar.” Her eyes run over their form, taking in their outfit, which— when compared to the things she’d seen them in before— was simple. “Or as dressed down as this.”

“Then it may be a surprise to hear that this is my favorite bar.”

“And people don’t mind you here?” she asks, clearly confused as to why anyone from the South End would put up with someone from the royal court. Amaryllis bursts into laughter, amused by the pieces she’s missing from the picture.

“We love them here!” Julian reappears, clapping Amaryllis on the back before sliding back into the opposite booth. “How could anyone around here not welcome such a generous benefactor!”

“Ilya…” they warn with a glare that only encourages his roguish attitude, and turn their head to meet Vissenta’s inquisitive eyes. “I’ve been haunting the South End for much longer than I’ve been in the palace’s employ.”

Julian actually notices Vissenta now, and has the sense to change the subject. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your lovely friend?”

“This is Vissenta-“

“The Vissenta?” he gasps, as if he didn’t already know, from the way Amaryllis has told him all about her. He reaches across the table for her hand, and leans forward to place a kiss on the back of it. “I’m Julian, and what an honor to finally meet you, my dear. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“All bad things, I hope?” Vissenta grins.

“Absolutely deplorable,” he takes a sip of his bitters, “Amaryllis hasn’t talked of anyone but you for weeks now.” They can feel their face heat as Julian exposes them, thankful for the veil covering most of it. Throwing another scalding look at Julian only seems to amuse him further, and he winks their way, despite the eyepatch.

“Oh?” Vissenta turns her eyes on them, “Is that so?”

Julian opens his mouth, and Amaryllis delivers a firm— but ultimately harmless— kick to his shin. “So then, you’re new to the city?” He asks instead of whatever torment he’d planned instead.

Amaryllis sits back, content to listen to Julian and Vissenta chat, sipping on their bitter wine. Vissenta gives him minimal information, but Julian is more than happy to fill in all the blanks with his own wild stories.

Somewhere along the way, Vissenta had rested her hand on their stockinged knee. For a while, she’d just left it there, every so often rubbing circles into their skin. It was comforting, intimate even, and they thought little more of it.

Until the hand starts ghosting up their leg, sliding across nylon to touch the bare skin of their upper thigh. When her fingers meet the slit in their skirt, she continues on and slips her fingers underneath. Amaryllis expects simple teasing, light touches, encouragement for them to whisk her away for the night. But it seems Vissenta has other plans, because her fingers don't stop until she finds them already bare and wet for her. Beside them, she hums as her finger grazes through their folds, pretending to still be fully absorbed in what Julian is saying.

Amaryllis has half a mind to stop her, but they can’t deny— to themself, at least— how incredibly hot this is. Vissenta deciding that she’s going to touch them, and that she can’t even wait until they’re alone to do so. Tucked into the dim back corner of the populated tavern, with Julian looking directly at the two of them while none the wiser. They aren’t all that worried about getting caught, they started sitting here years ago for a reason, after all, and the worst case scenario is Julian catching on.

They have to bite down on their lip, hard, to stifle the moan that threatens to spill out as Vissenta firmly circles their clit. All the while she's chatting away with Julian, seemingly fully engaged in the theatrical anecdote he's telling. She really has no plans to tease, and alongside the intense pleasure they’re uneasy. Vissenta is working them in just the right way, the way she knows quite well will make them come undone in a matter of minutes. They attempt to focus on his tall tale, barely managing to hold back their sounds. But trying to distract from Vissenta’s pointed caresses was useless.

It only takes a few more strokes before Amaryllis is coming against her hand, in the middle of the crowded tavern. They’re got a white knuckled grip on the edge of their seat, and the noise of the bar and Julian’s voice becomes a dull thrum. Amaryllis doesn’t tune back in until Vissenta’s voice cuts through their daze.

“Amie, you doing okay?” she grins, all too satisfied with herself. At some point, she’d pulled her hand out from under their skirt, and— ever so discreetly— pops her fingers into her mouth. “You look a little pale.”

“You know, I haven't eaten much today,” they smooth down their skirt, hoping they hadn’t soaked it in the process.

Julian pauses his story and ungloves his hand, reaching across the table to feel their forehead. “You are a little warm,” he decides.

“I’m fine, Doctor Jules.” Amaryllis half-heartedly bats away his hand. “Perhaps I’ll go get some air.”

“Perhaps, you should eat something.”

They glance at Vissenta. “Oh, I will.”

- - -

Amaryllis only has to wait a few minutes at most, when the alleyway door to the Raven opens and quickly closes, Vissenta appearing before them. With one last drag, they toss aside their cigarette, crushing it under their boot.

“Well that wasn’t very polite,” they comment sarcastically, to a very smug Vissenta.

“You’re the one who taught me all about the advantages of dresses. I was just showcasing what I’ve learned.” She closes the distance between them, her hands sliding around their hips to cup their ass.

“Then, I think I have another lesson for you.” Amaryllis’s hands fall to Vissenta’s, snatching them up and flipping their positions. She moans when her back crashes against the stone wall.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“And what was it exactly, that you thought so much about, to the point you couldn’t even wait until we were alone?”

“Your mouth…” Amaryllis unlaces her pants, and slowly inches them down.

“What about my mouth?”

“On me, tasting me,” she whines, eyes flitting down to watch Amaryllis get down on their knees and pull down their veil.

“Since you’ve been waiting for so long…” Amaryllis digs their nails into her thighs as Vissenta spreads them further, and they seal their mouth over her cunt.

Amaryllis follows her lead from inside, no teasing tonight, only vigorous lapping and sucking in exactly the way they know will have her keening in a matter of minutes.

Her legs shake, knees threatening to buckle as she grinds into their mouth. One hand is yanking on their hair, hard enough to get them going all over again, and the other is sealed over her mouth, muffling her cries. Amaryllis counts down in their mind, just a few more seconds, and then—

—Amaryllis abruptly gets to their feet, stepping backwards as their eyes rake over her debauched form.

Vissenta cries out, no longer in pleasure but in utter betrayal. Amaryllis licks their lips, collecting what they can of her taste before tugging their veil back up over their face.

“This should teach you not to be so bold as to touch me before you’ve earned it.”

“Fuck, Amie,” she begs, “please, I’m so sorry, I won’t do it ever again, I swear, I’ve learned.”

“Oh, you will learn cherié. And I’m punishing you to make sure.” Vissenta groans in frustration, head falling back against the stone. “I’d tell you that you aren’t allowed to make yourself come, but your own fingers pale in comparison to my mouth.”

In an expected show of complete bratiness— exactly what they were hoping for— Vissenta glares at them and starts to touch herself. With an amused laugh, Amaryllis turns on their heel and re-enters the tavern, Vissenta’s complaints falling on deaf ears.

- - -

It doesn’t take very long for Vissenta to follow Amaryllis back inside either, but instead of cocky, now she's very incredibly displeased. Perhaps it’s not as obvious to anyone else, especially not to Julian, whose lap she's been seated upon as she flirts away with him for the better part of an hour.

Amaryllis knows what she’s trying to do, but what she doesn’t know is that it would never work, not in a million years, and certainly not when it's Julian she’s batting her lashes at. It's cute, how unaware she is. The more unaffected they look, the harder she tries, going as far as to nip at his earlobe when she whispers something that turns him as scarlet as Amaryllis’s hair.

It’s that move that scares him off, and suddenly he’s realized how late it’s gotten, and he needs to get some rest before working all day tomorrow. All of which, Amaryllis knows is bullshit.

“Nothing?” Vissenta asks, indignant, when Julian is out of earshot.

“What?” Amaryllis sips the last of their wine. Vissenta doesn’t answer, just leans back in the booth with a pout. “Were you expecting me to become jealous?” Amaryllis laughs, which only serves to deepen her scowl. “He's the last person in this whole bar I'd be jealous over seeing you with. He's not capable of fulfilling your needs the way I can. In fact,” they rise from their seat to stand in front of Vissenta. Amaryllis grabs her chin, tilting her head up to force her to look at them, and their voice turns into a low murmur. “I'm sure he’d be the perfect example to show you how good sluts are supposed to behave.”

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🚼I know I made Visamie/Visamilya babies but I wanna know what YOU think they'd look like!

i absolutely love those babies and now they are even babier (katya then anya)

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things i am working on so i don’t forget and im posting it cause it will make me more likely to hold myself accountable:

— ophélie nsfw facts

— i have one prompt i keep not having the braincells to write but Soon

— modern au amie filming a joi video

— all of vespers bs. honestly the next bit is written i just have to like. look at it again

— i need a palace dinner that amaryllis drags lie to and it goes horribly because valerius is there and she tells him to fuck off. and everyone else is like. woah you talk?? amaryllis is proud

— also ilya sweetie im so sorry i missed ur birthday but i will make it up with some visamilya obliteration (but its soft)

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