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Sparkling Beauty

Kallias x reader, pure smut mdni

“Kallias?”

“Yes?”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Surprise?”

“My wings are cold.” I stated, shivering under the night’s cold embrace. Kallias merely waved the hand that was not holding mine and warmth hit my feathers.

“You could have concealed them.”

“Well I don’t know exactly where you are taking me, so no.” He merely hummed, holding me closer to him, as we walked around the castle and then outside of the castle grounds.

“Kallias, I know you really like me, but I don’t think your father would mind if you confessed your feelings within the palace grounds.” He merely scoffed at me, but the twinkle in his eyes made my heart flutter.

“Do you remember?” He said after a while, the only thing around us being the snow covered trees and the animals that lurked around here.

“What?”

“What my grandmother once told us about the lake.”

“Ohh, the eternal beauty lake. Yes I do” I said smiling at the old memories of us both sitting beside the fireplace as his grandmother used to tell us about the olden legends of Prythian. Even at a young age I was often invited to play around Kallias, with my family being close friends with the High Lord’s, and as we grew old we got even closer, accompanying each other in every step of our life.

“The sparkling lake, old even she could not remember if it never was there before.” I laughed at his antics, but encouraged him to continue nonetheless “It sparkles under the light of the full moon,” he gestured to the sky, full moon it was, “as if the stars themselves came down to swim in it, gracing whoever brave enough to step into the cold water, with eternal beauty, or rather eternal as long as they stayed inside the water eternally.”

“Always with a catch.”

“The good things rarely come without one.”

“So you think you found this lake?”

“Oh my snowflake, i don’t think…” “That you don’t.”

“You know I am starting to wonder why I asked you to come along.”

“Because you would not have half the fun.” I smiled sweetly at him, who only rolled his eyes. Clearing his throat he stated that he knew he knew he had found the lake, and as always I followed him through a stone pathway that led us to a rough glass doorway, it looked as if it was broken and remade multiple times, and upon closer look I noticed that it was not glass, but ice.

“So what, do we go through this doorway?”

“Yes.”

“You must be joking.” He extended his hand to me.

“Do you not trust me?”

“Unfortunately I do.” I mumbled before settling my hand on his, and he gently led us through the doorway.

It was silly, really, but I closed my eyes. I was used to seeing magic all around but this time something in me told me to just feel it, and as soon as we stepped through the doorway the air around us changed, became sweeter somehow, more promising even, and I swore I could feel the stars as if they were dancing around us. When I opened my eyes Kallias was looking at me, his beautiful blue eyes staring right at me as if trying to read my emotions, and they were bluntly painting my face because he smiled so brightly at me I could have melted despite the cold. But as much as I enjoyed staring at him I could not ignore the lake beside me, it was actually sparkling with life. It was almost unbelievable. The snow covered the expansion all around the lake, and the closer we got the better I could feel the magic flowing in the water, and as the energy of it hit me I knew it was true.

“I can’t believe you’ve been here before without me.” I shoved him and started undressing to get into the lake, removed my robe, then my pants, my shirt next and I was only left in my pantys. Turning around I called for Kallias who was undressing as well, and when he turned at me he was standing completely naked and proud. His member between his legs was… it was fucking huge, and the trail of hair was as white as the hair in his head, and I was staring. Fuck. I turned around quickly to get into the water and heard him chuckle behind me.

“No problem in staring, snowflake,” he said entering the water slowly, I still couldn’t look at him. “I stared too.”

“‘Course you did.” I said splashing water in his direction, but my cheeks reddened anyways. I stared at the sky, at the moon and how its white light reminded me of him. My best friend, whom I was bound eternally with, not that I complained. I loved him, loved my court, and knew one day I would serve it. Serve him. I smiled at the thought, even before I knew what it all entailed I knew I wanted to be part of it.

“Y/n?”

“Yes, Kal?”

“You look…” His hand was suddenly on my cheek, I hadn’t realized how closer he had gotten. “Fucking exquisite.” I wasn’t expecting that, I did not know how to react and only stared back at him, and in doing so I noticed, jus how fucking true the legend were. Kallias was by no means an ugly male, but right now he looked the most handsome he had ever looked.

“You don’t look too bad.” I cringed at my own words. “I mean, you look good. Really, really good.”

“Do I?”

“You’re pushing it.”

“I want to push more.” Then he got closer, and his chest was grazing mine and his nose was too close. Our breaths mingled and our words were one and the same.

“Can I kiss you?”

There was no wait, no moment to stop and think about it. Ws simply lunged forward and kissed, a mix of tongue and teeth of whimpers and grunts, of hands on the shoulder, on my arms, on his waist on mine. Exploring everything the water wasn’t touching, and when he lightly grabbed my chest I placed my hand above his indulging him to grab harsher, the sound he made was delicious and I wanted to hear more of it, but did not get the chance once his mouth came down, kissing my neck slowly, deliciously until it reached my other breast and started sucking on my nipples. The sound I made was embarrassingly high pitched but I could not care less, I wanted to feel more of him, more his hands and mouth on me. I wanted him everywhere.

Moaning at his ministrations on my breasts I pulled his face towards mine once again, and this time as our lips collided he pulled me up and my legs circled his waist, and I didn’t quite understand his movements as I my only focus was his tongue against mine, but soon it was clear when he settled us on the snow at the edge of the lake, it wasn’t as cold as I expected, and I was certain his powers were to blame. We parted then, and I looked at his disheveled self, his beautiful white hair messy, lips swollen and face flushed. It was as if he never left the lake, and as I felt water at our calves I realized we in fact weren’t out of the magic effects just yet. And as I stared at his godlike form I couldn’t hold my tongue at what was about to happen.

“Kallias?” My voice was almost a whisper, but right then and there it felt like there was only the two of us, and he heard me, he always did.

“Yes, snowflake?”

“I, well, I haven’t…” I couldn’t seem to bring myself to finish it.

“It’s okay.” He stroked my cheek and kissed my forehead. “We can take it slow.”

“Kallias?” “Yes, y/n?” His voice was sweet, but still held amusement.

“Have you ever…?”

“No, but I’m not untouched.”

“Yeah, okay, fine.” My eyes everywhere but on him, but not for long as he held my chin and all but forced me to look at him.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t wanna go all the way, not tonight.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, we’ll go at your pace. How’s that sound?”

“Good?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it sounds good.”

“Good.” He said, kissing my neck. “This okay?” I hummed and he kept on kissing me, his hands gripping my waist and ass now. “Mother, y/n.”

“What?” My brows furrowed, was he regretting this?

“Turn around please?”

“Why?”

“Please let me see it, don’t torture me.” “Kal?” Then, as he groped my ass I understood what he meant, and almost hesitantly I complied. Turning around and standing on all fours in what I thought was a seductive way. He trace de lining of my panties and touched the soft skin of my bum and as I backed into him he fucking moaned.

“You have no idea of how long I’ve waited to see it, you have just the perfect fucking ass.” His voice was rough, and he sounded almost breathless. Oh if I wasn’t wet before, I certainly was now.

“Do I?”

“Mhm.” And then the future High Lord of winter court kneeled behind me and peppered the skin of my ass and thigh with hot wet kisses, savoring my skin, almost worshiping me. And as one hand was still massaging my ass the other snaked around my waist and dipped into my underwear, moaning when his fingers found the wetness hidden there I could not hold it anymore.

“Kal, please.”

“Hm, what was that snowflake?”

“Please.” I whined. “Please make me cum.”

“As you wish.” And then he was turning me around again, my back on the floor and he stripped me off my last item of clothing. Surprising even myself I opened my legs at him, and the look he gave me only made me wish I had done it sooner. His hand worked magic on my entrance but there was still something missing, everytime I touched myself I would never focus on penetration. It was mostly clit stimulation.

“Kal.” I said taking his other hand in mine, and guiding his thumb to my puffy clit. “Here.”

“Like this?” I could barely breathe out a weak yes before my bak was arching, my own hands finding my nipples and playing with them.

“Fuck, you look so perfect like this y/n.” He said nipping at my neck, his movements growing harder, deeper. And the coil of pleasure in my stomach getting closer to snapping.

“Kal, please, don’t –ahhg– don’t fucking stop.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t dare to.” More whimpers left me and he only encouraged me further, his praises helping me tip closer and closer to the edge until I finally fell.

“Good?” He asked after I caught my breath.

“Yes, so fucking good.”

“Good.” He kissed my cheeks and sat straighter on his knees, and that’s when I saw. He was rock hard, and I wanted nothing more than to put him in my mouth. And as if reading my mind he said. “I’ll not let you do that unless we are somewhere more comfortable.”

“But I wanna help.” “I know you do.” And then he liked his fingers, the same fingers that were inside of me moments ago, he sat down and stroked his cock with his fist. “Come here.” He said motioning his lap, and I was quick to understand.

Stradling him I took his cook in my hand, lightly stroking it up and down. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I have never seen a cock in my life, but his was beautiful. “Like this?” I looked at him with my best doe eyes.

“Bit stronger.” I complied and he moaned harder, his grunts were welcome to my ear.

“You are so handsome Kall, and your dick is so pretty.” More whimpers left him then.

“Ya think so?”

“Yeah, wanna lick it. Will you let me put you in my mouth another time?”

“Fuck, yeah I will.” He bucked more harshly against me and I wondered how he would fuck me. “Would let you do –ahnn– anything. You, gods, you know -mhhm– that.”

“Hmm, I do.” I smiled up at him, his eyes were alternating between my face and my hand. And as his thrusts became sloppier I could only guess that he was close to cumming. “Will you cum all over my hand Kall?”

“Yeah, can I?” It was my moan that reached our ears then.

“Please do.” And he did, long thick ropes of snow colored cum staining both our pale skins.

After we both were cleaned and calm it was me who broke the silence.

“So, an ass man.”

“What?”

“You.” I said. “You are an ass man, I should have seen that one coming.” He laughed, really hard.

“If that’s how you wanna call me, but honestly have you seen your ass?” I blushed, and he kissed me hard. “How about we get dressed and we talk about it at home, huh?”

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

“And maybeee you can show me your ass again.”

I rolled my eyes, but did in fact show him my ass again.

#kallias #winter court #acotar series #acotar #acotar smut #acotar fanfiction #smut

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b1ravenclaw · 3 days

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MASTERLIST

* -> smut

ACOTAR

Azriel

Is it true? - pt. 2 - pt.3 - pt.4*

Kallias

Sparkling beauty*

OUTER BANKS

Poly!Rafe

Horny High*

Needy*

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May I please politely beg for a fic based on the Eris bc post you did? It was so good and I’d love to see him confront Rhys + co and taking care/loving reader

I’m the “Bad Guy”

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Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warnings: some graphic-ish injury

Summary: Eris Vanserra; he was your… what? Enemy? Ally? Both? Sort of — at least, that’s what Rhysand says, and whatever your High Lord says, goes. But, Eris saw you for more than anyone in your court ever could, and deep down you knew he had one more title, reserved for just you: true love. What happens when you’re in danger, and he’s the first and only one you go running to?

SR’s Note: Yes you absolutely can have a fic based on Eris’ HC in this post. No need to beg — I’m happy to oblige. Here it is, I hope you like it. xoxo

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The fire crackled and burned in the fireplace, embers creating a soft glow in the darkened sitting room. Eris was alone, lounging on the sofa in the Forest House, his newest read in hand. He liked spending his time this way — alone, reading, warm. He felt… content.

Little did he know, you’d quite enjoyed your evenings the same way.

Sure, he knew you shared an interest in reading. That’s where he usually found you when he’d visit the Night Court — shelf combing in the library of the House of Wind; curled in a chair, a different book to read each time he would see you again; sometimes, you’d even be caught talking about your favorite ones with Nesta. You quite enjoyed her, as well as her company and character, as she was very honest and real with you.

Yet, another thing in you’d shared in common.

On this particular evening though, the sun had already long set and the stars were sprinkling the sky when Eris felt his body tense on instinct. He had suddenly lost interest in what he was reading when he heard a commotion coming from outside. Well, not a commotion, but rather some sort of… crying. Whimpering, rather. He straightened in his chair, straining his ears to hear what was happening beyond the windows of the Forest House.

Usually, when this happened, it was the work of Beron — some cruel or unusual punishment that Eris had learned long ago to stay out of. Recently, tensions were running high with the Night Court; though Eris was still secretly meeting with them, it didn’t change that his father wanted to sever all ties with the solar court completely.

But this… this time, it was different.

“Please… please…”

Eris’ heartstrings pulled in his chest as he strained to listen, wanting to make any excuse or reason for his ears to be deceiving him.

But, he knew in his heart, they were not.

In an instant, he’d snapped his novel shut and was racing toward the front door. He threw it open, rounding the corner of the house and bolting for the enormous hedge maze in the backyard of the grounds. He wasn’t sure exactly what had come over him; on any other day, he’d leave you to suffer as he would the other Night Court Inner Circle members. But the squeeze of barbed wire around his heart propelled him forward.

He knew you were here. He knew it was you that needed him.

It was an odd feeling, tearing around corners in search of the one woman he’d thought over and over about torturing. He’d thought of you crying. He’d thought about how he could hurt you. Did that make him a bad person? Maybe. So be it. You weren’t perfect either. Over the last few years, he’d even thought of how he’d kill you himself — just, once, he’d thought of this. It was during a meeting with the entire Inner Circle, of course; Eris was present. He’d arrived early and heard you, again, talking to Nesta about your ideas on strategy and negotiation. Though you were speaking of ideas that would affect him directly, he didn’t care — the ideas were good. Nesta wasn’t shy to give credit where it was due, either.

But, none of that mattered because during the meeting, you hadn’t opened your mouth once or said a word about your ideas. You’d tried to interject, actually — but Rhysand was quick to silence you.

But how did you handle that?

Like a good pet would. You sat, and stayed silent. Just like you always did. You’d never challenge your High Lord, oh Cauldron no — he could just simply use you as a doormat, and it wouldn’t matter.

Maybe that’s what pissed Eris off so badly.

He knew what you were capable of, what you had to offer, and what you were worth; but it seemed that most of the Inner Circle didn’t bat an eye at you, especially Rhys, whom you bowed to and that was that. Your talents could be used for so much more, but you always stayed within the guidelines in which you were allowed.

“Please… Eris…someone help me…”

Eyes straining in the night, Eris followed your pained cries until he found you in the middle of the maze. You were slumped against the large marble water fountain, breathing unevenly as blood stained your neck. Drying crimson flakes dirtied your usually vibrant tendrils, and your hands braced over your abdomen, hot tears creating tracks down your dirtied face.

"Oh my Gods..." He rushed to you, and you peered up at him in desperation. His heart split in two, seeing you crumpled and hurt in front of him as he took in your appearance in full.

But, his sadness turned very quickly, to anger. You laid, panting and in pain, in his court, on his grounds. No explanation, no one coming to help you. He felt... violent.

He knelt down to your level, leaning in and stretching a hand out to trail over your face, registering the blood pouring from inside your lip. He then reached up to move your hair from your forehead -- a huge gash the cause for the ever growing maroon pool you two were in.

Well, one of the causes. Your hands still covered your stomach.

He was fuming, hands trembling as he tried to stay gentle with you, but absolute rage filled his every vein at how this could have happened to you.

Who could've let this happen to you.

"Eris, I..." you coughed, a few blood-tainted drops landing on the stone pathway below. "I... I didn't mean to... this is the first place I thought of..." another loud sob wretched from you, and Eris cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking over the bone. You relaxed a bit at his touch, though he usually appeared so tense and malicious. When he looked into your eyes again, his whiskey irises were dulled to a deep bourbon, and his jaw was clenched tight.

"Come with me."

He stood then and wrapped his arms around your knees and lower back, scooping you up and carrying you as carefully as he could back to his wing of the Forest House. You let out a few small yelps here and there as the searing pain in your stomach was getting to be too much to handle.

"Please, stay with me Y/N," he pleaded, looking down at you sorrowfully. Your usually soft eyes met his, and his wire-wrapped heart strained once more. He’d felt as though he was carrying a small, injured deer -- that is what you were in his eyes. A gentle, wise, little doe. His little doe.

Whatever he’d been feeling before, it was long gone. The only thoughts clouding his mind were ones of keeping you safe, helping you in every way he could, and providing you with everything you could need.

Little did he realize, you just needed him. Wasn’t that why you were there in the first place?

When Eris had finally made it inside, he sat you gently on the sofa in front of the fireplace, and ran to the washroom. It wasn’t long before he’d returned, presenting a small wet cloth in one hand and taking your chin between his fingers kindly in the other. He began to wipe away the trailing stains all over your delicate skin, trying so hard to stay gentle with you; trying to replicate the softness you'd always offerred others. He felt better seeing you relax into his touch a bit as he continued to work.

But, that's one thing you didn't have in common. He wasn't soft, or sweet like you. It was one thing he pretended to hate; he “hated” your kindness to everyone, even his father, of all people. He “hated” your soft voice, one he wasn’t used to hearing all that often. He also “hated” your gentle loving nature — so, so much he “hated” it.

He tried to steady his breathing, gazing into your round, watery eyes to attempt to ground his senses and avoid thinking about punishing whoever hurt you like this. It only caused him more agony, watching as you tried to hold back your tears. Wiping away the last of the blood from your hairline, he dropped his head for a moment, raking a hand through his hair.

“I can’t stall for you any longer, love.” He said softly. Your stomach muscles continued to tense under your palms, and you watched as he rolled a clean cloth between his hands.

"I’m going to put this,” he held up the rolled cloth.

“In here," he tucked it into your open mouth. You closed your mouth over it, so usually defiant towards your “sworn enemy”, but, really...

You'd do anything he asked of you.

His hands moved to cover your bloody ones, still clutching at your stomach.

"Y/N... you’re going to have to move your hands." He says. Your eyes screw shut as you groan, fresh pain raging from the wound in your abdomen. Eris sighs, looking to you with pleading eyes.

“Please, Y/N… you have to help me help you.” His thumbs stroke over your knuckles, now covered in your blood — and you begin to remove your hands shakily. He breathes a sharp gasp as he sees your laceration in full, and shakes his head slowly. He sits back on his knees, positioning himself between yours.

"Hold onto me." He says. You look to him in confusion, and he places your clammy fingers on his shoulders. One of his hands lingers on yours for a moment, and he pressed the inside of your wrist to his lips. He looks back to you, eyes already asking for forgiveness.

"I'll be honest,” he begins. “I've thought about hurting you before, as you've hurt me," he says, voice deep with ... something. Something you couldn't place. You could barely focus on his words as your mind started to fog over, your vision clouding with black spots. "...but never like this."

He sighs one last time, a hand coming into view between your knees, his fingers ablaze with his gift of fire. You immediately sit up, or try to anyway -- a sob racks your chest, muffled by the cloth, and Eris holds you down, hand splayed over your sternum.

"Hold onto me." He says again, his tone warning. His fingers meets your bubbling would, flames searing the skin as a scream tears through your dry, cracked throat, only quieted by the cloth you’re biting down on. Your eyes blow wide, and you squirm under his hold. He looks at you with regret, pulling back for just a moment — only to press heat onto your would again within seconds.

Your hands claw at the collar of his white button down, red already smeared over most of it. He huffs an apologetic sigh, continuing to carterize your open would, flames stinging and burning your sensitive flesh.

Over. Over. Over again.

You tilt your head back, the familiar weightless feeling becoming all too apparent. You felt it coming; you were going to black out. His once-white collar begins to slip from your fingers, and your eyes meet his one last time before glazing over as you slink into darkness.

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Soft streams of sunlight bathe the room in a golden glow when you open your eyes again. You register the feeling of comfy, loose-fitting pants amid the cool, mahogany silk sheets you’re enveloped in. You blink a few times, and reach a hand up to rub the sleep from your eyes.

When your eyes adjust, you realize what’s so different; everything. The sun is illuminating from a window. A window across this… bedroom, with a four poster oak bed. A bed with mahogany sheets, a stark contrast to your usual lilac ones at home — as well as the teakwood bookshelf along the far wall. At least those are familiar, most of the titles. One novel is laying on the window seat; it’s one you’d just finished last week.

Then, the realization hits you; you were in Eris' room.

You try to sit up, but cry out in pain and end up laying back down, head flopping against the plush pillows under your head. Your hands instinctively reach toward your stomach, tugging at the hem of the tank top you donned. A thick bandage was wrapped around your midsection, concealing your abdominal injury. Your mind wandered to last night, what you'd endured, winnowing to the Autumn Court, the burning...

Within moments, Eris appeared in the doorway, concern threading his brows together as he looks you up and down.

"Is everything alright?" In three steps, he’s made it to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. He pulls the covers up, tucking them around you in comfort. You shake your head in honesty, silver lining your eyes as they meet his.

He knew you’d be honest with him. Yet, another thing he “hated” about you.

"I... they took me last night." You manage to choke out. Eris readjusts to face you, scooting closer and reaching out a hand to stroke through your hair. He bites on his lower lip, eyes searching yours.

"Who. Who took you Y/N." He says. It sounds like more of a demand than a question.

You shake your head, a tear slipping free as you remember being kidnapped from your bed and tossed onto the mountainside. The feeling of freezing snow under your knees, the jagged rocks slicing into your palms would only be the beginning of the pain you'd endure before somehow winnowing away.

"It was... they wanted me to partake in the..." you swallow, the lump in your throat only growing as a tear slips free. Usually, he’d be the type to taunt you for crying or appearing so weak, but Eris only brushes his thumb against your cheek, wiping the tear away.

"The fucking Blood Rite." He bites out. Anger radiates off of him, the small fire in the fireplace near the window growing with each passing second. The muscles in his jaw feathers as his eyes train on yours, and you nod in confirmation. His other hand rests on yours clasped atop the sheets, and you can’t help but register the heat he is emitting just from a few small touches.

He sighs, hanging his head low and shaking it. When he makes eye contact again, he holds your hands reassuringly in his. “Y/N, I’m going to ask you one more time. Who. Did. This. To you.” You can practically see the flames dancing in his irises, and you lean forward a touch, almost nose to nose. His strong scent of cinnamon and burnt timber wafts through your senses, and you feel a small tug on your heartstrings.

“Eris, look it’s not anyone’s fault, okay? I mean, well, it is…” you begin. “I was sleeping over at the House of Wind with Nesta and Gwyn and Emerie, and… oh, uh and the guys were there too, for most of the night. Cass, Azriel. Ya know.” You explain. He nods for you to continue.

“Well, we were just having a nice time and when we went to sleep, I don’t know I just… one minute I was asleep and the next, I had a mask on my eyes and someone was… uh…. mm… uhm covering my mouth and… Nesta was screaming-“ you hadn’t noticed your hands beginning to shake again, until Eris locked his fingers with yours. You took a steadying breath, but the shaking only decreased a little as you still remembered the horrors of the night prior.

“So… Cassian and Azriel. They were supposed to be watching you.” Eris says evenly. You look at him incredulously.

“Watching? Oh, hardly. I mean, we’re not eight years old, Eris.” You explain. He nods, biting the inside of his cheek.

“It seems a little chat is in order.” Your eyes widen, and your hand braces on his bicep. He glances down to it, then back to you, nose still just inches from yours.

“No! Uh… I mean, no. Please.” You say. “They haven’t done anything wrong, and-“

“I’d hardly say allowing for you to be kidnapped for the damned Blood Rite is an inexcusable offense.” He interrupts. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Andddd, I shouldn’t have been allowed to winnow at the Blood Rite. Anyone found using their powers or plotting to escape the rite once it’s begun is…” you trail off. He nods. He knows; it’s an executable offense.

“How were you able to winnow, anyway? I thought powers weren’t able to be used on Romiel during the Blood Rite,” he asks, quirking a brow. You shrug, wincing and regretting the movement.

“I don’t know… maybe since no one knows I am capable of winnowing, they didn’t think it’d be necessary to remove said powers from me? I don’t know Eris, I don’t know how all this works.” You say. Eris only seems to become more troubled by your response.

“So… they didn’t teach you to winnow, you just… did it… and they didn’t think you could do anything with your powers, so much so that no one bothered to remove them?” His voice pitches, and you nod.

“I suppose.” He slips his hand from yours, standing and straightening his shirt.

“Eris, where are you-“

“I’m only doing you justice. You’ll thank me later, dove.”

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“What are you doing out of bed?”

You hear him before you see him. When you turn from your spot at the stovetop, Eris is leaned in the doorframe, a cocky grin on his lips. You roll your eyes.

“Well, smart guy,” you say. “You left me for half the day and didn’t feed me. So, I forced myself up and… went on a little scavenger hunt to the kitchen.” You say simply. He scoffs and strides over to you, stopping to lean against the counter. You turn to face him, and he glances at your bandage.

“How are you feeling?” he asks. You take his hand in yours, and his eyes gaze into yours in silent question. You press his palm to your side, and smile softly at him.

“Stronger than you thought, hmm?” You say with a wink. His eyes soften, and a little smile plays on his lips as his other hand braces your other hip bone. He pulls you close, so close your pelvis is touching his upper thighs. You peer up at him through your lashes as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You’ve always been the strongest woman I know.”

You blush at his words, finally accepting what you’ve been running from all along; you care for Eris. Truly, you did. Why else would you winnow here, of all places? Why else would you feel a familiar tug on your heart strings when he was around?

You cared.

And, Cauldron behold; he did too.

“And… you had to show me how strong you were today?” You ask, tone low. Eris rolls his eyes.

“All I did was go over there, and demand to know why the hell they’d allow for you to be kidnapped in your own home-“ You gasp and swat his arm lightly.

“Eris!” You scold. He grins down at you, taking your face in his hands and looking at you lovingly.

“Maybe I should irritate you more… look at you, taking initiative and putting me in my place.” He chuckles. Your face reddens, and you stare at him wide-eyed as he runs his knuckles down your jaw, his cool silver ring easing the burning hot you feel beneath your cheek.

“Maybe I should do what I’m suppos-“ Eris cuts you off with a tsk tsk tsk, pulling you in close and finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You part your lips, fingers caressing his jaw and threading through his hair as his lips dance with yours. His fingers trail from your cheek down to your waist, holding you close as one hand runs up and down your side; grabbing firmly when your teeth graze his bottom lip. He pulls away, breathless as he supplies you a feline grin.

“Now, where is the fun in that?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *

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IS IT TRUE? - PT 4 (final)

Azriel was growling from where he stood, at the edge of the bed, watching as my fingers sank into my cunt again, again and again.

“Tell me.”

“I am sorry.” His voice was angry, no doubt from the cold power binding his legs to the floor.

“I don’t quite believe you, see my side Azriel, it looks like you only came for me after Crescida left.” “I would have come sooner if you weren’t all over Cassian.”

“Kallias orders, you understand.”

“I highly doubt Kallias ordered you to seduce Cassian.”

“Hmm, and why is that?” I said, sighing, focusing on slowly but surely tracing my clit.

“Because you already seduced me.” He said, and then there were shadows holding my hands, and securing my legs open, my own power faltered letting Azriel take a step forward but I was quick to recover, and now he had one knee on the bed.

“Debatable, I would say you were the one who…”

“And.” He interrupted me, “After today’s dinner I would guess that you and your High Lord are closer than most.”

“Jealous, Shadowsinger?” I gasped as his shadows put pressure on my clit, and couldn’t hold the moan as they didn’t stop. My power faltered again, and this time I wasn’t quick enough and he was on me. Azriel grabbed my legs hastily and threw them over his shoulder, his breath fanning over my exposed sex.

“Is it true then?” His eyes searched for mine.

“A lady never tells.” I waited a beat and then… “Were you?” “Jealous? Gods yes. But not of Kallias.” Cassian then. He liked a stripe, then another, his tongue caressing my entrance and gathering the wetness that pooled there. “Now it’s your turn.”

“But you are doing such a good job.” I whined, and he laughed.

“I meant,” He replaced his tongue with his fingers, going slower so I would actually pay attention to him. “Admit that you were jealous too.”

“Oh but Az, why would I be jealous of Cass when I wanted him to join us?” Wrong fucking move. Azriel growled and the room shook, he slapped my cunt and turned me around as my face hit the pillow his hand found my ass. “You dirty fucking girl. Can barely handle me and wants another Illyrian to join us.” I could only moan as he slapped and groped my ass.

“You know I would not mind welcoming others in bed with you.”

“Even Crescida?” I stilled, the sound I made barely registered as cold harsh power pinned Azriel to the fucking floor. Ice tendrils snaking up his groin.

“Talk of her while you are touching me and I’ll take your pretty dick as a souvenir.” His breathing was heavy, and he shivered underneath me.

“So you think I’m pretty?”

“Your dick.” He raised a perfect brow at me “And your tongue, but only when it is being used properly.”

“And how would that be?” He asked, staring directly at my wet cunt. That was my invitation, the sign I needed that he was going to let me have the upper hand this time. Lowering myself onto his face I released the cold power off of him, and moaned as he grabbed my thighs and delved his tongue on me.

Azriel was a professional at eating cunt. I discovered this the first time we had sex, and since then wondered if it was an Illyrian thing. All coherent thoughts I ever had left my mind while his tongue explored my lips, my entrance… my clit. I let the moans roll free from my tongue, scream of yes, there, ohs and most of all his name. I wanted to burn cold the name of her off of his tongue. I wanted to drown him on my juices so much that he would not be able to utter another word about her ever again. And as I felt myself getting closer to falling from that amazing cliff I grinded hard onto Azriel’s face, and he fucking moaned at the feeling of me pressed further onto him.

He grabbed every part of me his hands and shadows could reach and with a loud guttural moan I came undone above his perfect face.

“Fuck Azriel.”

Amidst my post orgasmic dizziness I could barely register him settling us both back into bed, my ass up. The pain from him hitting it again woke me up again.

“Is it true? You are so fucking jealous?”

“Shut it.” He slapped me again.

“Uh-uh. What do we say?”

“Fuck me?” He slapped me again.

“Oh I will.” Again, again, and again until I couldn’t handle the pain anymore.

“Okay!” I screamed. “Yes, it is true. I was jealous.”

“Hmm, was it so hard now?” He finally plunged his dick into me, and I moaned deliciously as he did so. His cock filled me up so nicely, stretched me out so good. Sometimes it was all I could think about.

“Answer.” He grabbed my hair, I should have known the little dominance I had earlier would not go unpunished.

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Hmm, now tell me.” He was thrusting tortuously slowly in and out of me. “Kallias?” If he could see my face he would see my cheeks red.

“What?” I mumbled.

“He could join…” “Kallias doesn’t share.” “But here we are.” “I am free.” And I backed up on him to prove my point. Truth was I did not want to talk about Kallias and I relationship and I think he sensed that because he stopped asking and starded fucking, his finger finding my clit making me clench harder around him. My wings were concealed earlier but as the pleasure he was giving me was building up again I felt the need to show off, to pose and to flutter my beautiful white wings at him. I think that was what sent us over the edge finally, his view of my wings and the freeing feeling of letting them out. Later after we both were cleaned up and breathing evenly, Azriel held me against him and we slept facing each other. The words stay here dying in my tongue as sleep took over me, I could only hope I woke up on time for the inevitable farewell.

author's note: so that was it, my first actual miniseries hope you guys enjoyed it!!!

#acotar #smutty #smut #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #azriel smut #acotar series #azriel acotar #jealousy #kallias #a court of thorns and roses #winter court #rhysand #night court

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HORNY HIGH

The wind blowing my hair made me feel so euphoric, I opened the window and placed my head outside to feel more of the night air.

“Darling, be careful” my boyfriend warned me. I only rolled my eyes as he tried to grab my arm.

“Oh let her have fun Rafe, there are no more cars out” my other boyfriend argues, I can feel Rafe’s annoyance but he keeps driving. There is only us on the streets, not one car or walking being. The music blasting from the speakers just adds to my fuel, I love nights like this, and they know it.

“I think I’m in love” I say to the open night.

“We sure hope you are”

“Ugh, I’m not talking about you” I say inching my body so I am sitting, half my body outside of the car. “I meant this” I open my arms to the sky, I can’t help it, it is so beautiful, and the wind is making me high.

“Y/n, get back inside the car. Now.”

“Oh come on, don’t be a bore now Topper” I wink at Rafe, “of course i’m in love with you guys as well, I just meant, I’m in love with this feeling right now. Aren’t you?”

“How much did she smoke?”

“Enough” I let Rafe’s hand find mine and allow him to pull me back to my seat, I know he likes it, me handing him the control. I pout anyways, wherever far I can go annoying him.

Laughing as they both let out a relieved breath, Rafe speeds through the streets and soon we get to Kelce’s house.

The music was loud, and we were late as usual. Drunk people screaming and dancing, some crying, others hid on the corners to steal a kiss or two.

“Hey! You guys are late” Kelce yells at us, running to greet us, he spins me around as I kiss him.

“Kelcee” I hold onto his arm, he is more drunk than I am high “Rafe and Top were being mean to me”

“Oh, were they?” he questions, a protective arm around me. “That’s not very nice of them, is it?”

“We weren’t being mean” Topper says “we were making sure she didn’t fall off the car” I pout even more, Kelce laughs and takes me with him to where people were dancing. Kelce’s hands glued to my hips the whole time, going up to my neck and down again, I don’t know how long we danced. Just when the liquor started to make him sleepy, people were already leaving. I texted Topper to help me with him, knowing Rafe would only bother us.

My high kept me floating, and horny. And I couldn’t help kissing him, as Topper tucked Kelce in, his strong hands taking a good hold of Kelce’ strong form.

We wished him good night and sat on the couch near his bedroom window. I quickly sat on Topper’s lap

“Hey, someone’s touchy” I hummed in response, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“I suppose” I continued tracing kisses over his face along his neck

“Very, very touchy” I hummed in agreement “hasn’t Kelce given you enough attention today?”

“He’s barely touched me” I whispered

“From what I could see he rather touched you a lot”

“Are you jealous?”

“Not as much as I should be” he gave me a kiss on the cheek “how about” a kiss on the other “you tell me” this time a kiss on the chin “why he barely touched you?”

“Well, he only kissed me once” I pouted

“Oh my darling, if all you wanted was to kiss you could just ask” He pecked my pouted lips once, twice, three times. Then he dragged his tongue over my lower lip, and kissed me torturously slowly, his soft tongue against mine, one hand on my jaw the other holding my waist thigh. I grabbed his arms, and tried to rock against him, but that's when he stopped me.

“Huh, I tough you wanted a kiss” I turned my face to the window, feeling it blushing already

“Well I couldn’t finish, you cut me off”

“Oh I’m sorry,” he leaned back “what else would you like?”

“Well-”

“Oh you guys are here, good” Rafe’s voice interrupted me from the doorway “oh, what do we have here?”

“Oh y/n was just about to tell me something, wanna hear?” I widened my eyes to him, but he only pinched my thigh “now darling don’t be shy, tell Rafe what you were gonna tell me” I stared at them both, Rafe was sitting beside Topper now. I took the opportunity to place myself hovering one of each other tight.

“Well, I” their eyes were all on me, lust written on them “I want to be touched”

“We are touching you right now darling, got to be more specific”

“Ahg, you are both so annoying” at that Topper pinched me again. “Oi, ok” i tucked my hair behind my ear, what did I want? “I want you to finger me”

“Which one of us?” Rafe asks loudly

“Topper” his face falls ever so slightly “but would you touch me, here?” I say grabbing my own chest, he smiles at me, and Topper doesn’t wast time getting my panty of.

“Rafe, I think we need to get her a bit more wet first” he says while caressing my entrance

“No problem brother” Rafes hands almost rips my top apart, his fingers careful on my nipples slowly getting them harder. The goosebumps his touch caused made me shiver, his nasty smile never left his face. While Topper kissed my neck Rafe took it upon himself to take m y right nipple on his mouth, his tongue doing wonders to my body, my core squeezed in response, and I couldn’t help but move my hips. Topper tsked and held my hips still.

“Let us do the work darling” I nodded as his hand slowly trailed down my body, coming to a stop on my heat. His fingers rubbed me up and down, my arousal coating his fingers as he started pumping in and out of me.

“Right there” I said when Topper pressed my clit. I felt a hand on my chin, and as I opened my eyes Rafe was smiling right at me

“Is he making you feel good, princess?”

“Mhm”

“Do you think he can handle you alone?”

Topper scoffed at Rafe’s words, picking up his pace and I moaned in response.

“Mm, no?”

“What?”

“That’s my good girl” Rafe took the opportunity to place me between them, facing him.

“Topper work just as you’ve been, I’m just gonna give a little help”

Topper’s finger never stopped, Rafe touched me all over, started on my breasts giving each one a lot of attention. They were very sensitive, and if Topper stopped I didn’t doubt I could come only with Rafe’s stimulation. As I felt the wave of pleasure get higher and higher I came with a scream, whispers of “good girl” and praises fell on my ears but I could only pay attention to their hands still on me. When I caught my breath back, I kneeled before them. “Let me help you both now” They wasted no time in getting their trousers off, both of them were really hard. I took both of them on hand and squeezed a bit, motioning up and down. It wasn't long before both of them started moaning. When I took Rafe in my mouth I could hear a whimper leave Topper’s lips, so I gave each of them my divided attention. Balancing between each of them. Topper took a hold of my hair and was almost face fucking me, his moans and my gags filled the room, and before I could think of Rafe he said.

“Ohh, that’s it baby, take all of his cock like we know you can” that only made me more eager, my throat seemed to agree with me and I took him even further down. I knew he was close, and when he came with a low grunt I swallowed all of his release. Smiling up at him, “Fuck baby, can I cum on you mouth too?” I complied to Rafe’s request, but instead of taking a hum inside my mouth he jerked near my tongue, so when he came he could see me swallowing the white liquid.

I sat down between them on the couch and watched as Kelce stirred in bed.

“Well, that was quite the show” I blushed as he winked at us, “now, will you come join me”

We made our way to his bed, and slept all together, Kelce spooning me from behind.

#outer banks #outer banks smut #kelce outer banks #kelce x reader #rafe x you #rafe cameron x reader #topper smut #topper thornton #smut fic #fanfiction #poly!rafe

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“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories

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Meanwhile at the House of Wind

Nesta & Cassian: *loudly making out and breaking furniture at 2 am*

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Azriel, down the hallway: *scrolling through websites to replace the broken furniture with Rhysand’s credit card*

Azriel: I am the backbone of this household.

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Is it true? - part 3

Okay so maybe I was teasing. Wearing shorter, tighter or even sheerer clothes around him. Bending down when it wasn't needed, exaggerating reactions and faces. But it was his fault, truly, for still indulging Crescida. What was definitely not my fault was Cassian’s flirtatiousness, and I was not one to avoid a handsome’s male attention. Not when said male was very blatant about telling me how strongly he felt about my beauty. And tonight, on the last night the Night Court integrants would be staying, there was something promising in the air. A thrumming only ever felt when you knew something truly salacious was going to happen.

“Y/n?” Kallia’s voice sounded on the other side of my door.

“Yes, my Lord?” He stepped inside my room, closing the door behind him.

“You look exquisite, blue truly suits you.”

“Thank you Kallias.” I replied smiling, urging him to sit on the white fur sofa of my chambers.

“Though I do prefer you in white.”

“I know, that’s why my coat for tonight is white.”

“Hmm, you always know to please me snowflake.” He took my hand in his and kissed my cold fingers, and my heart couldn’t help but flutter at his gentleness.

“You are my high lord, aren’t you?”

“That I am.” He held my hand still, as if debating whether to say more or not.

“What is on your mind, my lord? Has all the talking with Rhysand not gone well?”

“It went surprisingly well, actually. I am happy to announce tonight a new alliance with them. A better one than we had with the previous High Lord.”

“Tonight is one for celebration then. Good to hear.”

“Yes indeed, and with new alliances I expect both court members to get along well.”

“Kallias, I am doing that. Aren’t I?”

“Yes of course you are. It 's just. I see the way you look at them, and the way they look at you. Both of them.”

“Do you wish me to… stop.” I asked confused. “You know me and the Shadowsinger have had some sort of… arrangement for quite a while now. You even said it was okay, why…”

“Snowflake.” He said, placing his hands on my cheek. “I only worry, messing with two friends can get messy. And we can’t put this new alliance at stake, and besides I don’t want you to get into something that might hurt you.”

“I understand, my lord.”

“Y/n, I’m telling this as your friend. I know you care about them both, and I know beautiful mysterious men get you worked up.” I laughed at that. “Just be careful, aye?” “Yes.” He kissed my cheek then, settling my white coat over my shoulders and accompanying me to the balcony, where we would be having our farewell dinner.

Rhysand and Azriel were already waiting for us when we got on the balcony, and as I greeted them Azriel made sure to whisper to me how beautiful I looked.

“Careful Shadowsinger, someone you don’t want to might hear.”

“Everyone hear can know that I find you attractive, I have no problem with that whatsoever.”

“Oh, so that has nothing to do with Crescida being back at Day Court?” His eyes straightened, analyzing me, and I laughed. “Loosen up Azz” I dragged the “z” ad walked away, indulging in conversation with the other member of my court, aside from most of them being there the dinner would only be served to Kallias, me, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian, who was still nowhere to be found, as Kallias wanted only us to discuss more of the alliance. After an hour of talking with the other court members they bid us farewells.

“Does your General not care about joining us tonight?” Kallias cold voice asked Rhysand as we started getting comfortable at the table.

“I am sorry for his tardiness, for being my General he has a serious problem with being on time sometimes, but he is”

“Here!” Cassian said almost barging in, a ridiculously fluffy scarf wrapped around his neck. “Sorry, went last minute shopping, shall we commence?” He said sitting beside Azriel, who was still standing beside the chair he meant to occupy. As I walked towards my seat I took my coat off, as the chairs were heated I wouldn’t be needing it much. As soon as the cold air hit me I felt my nipples harden beneath the sheer cloth of my dress, and relish on the audible gulp that came from Azriel. I tried not to dwell too much on it as I felt Kallias hand on my lower back guiding me to sit down, soon the others standing followed and the wine was served.

“To new alliances!” Said Rhysand.

“To new friendships.” Said Kallias, and the table fell in flowing conversation about both courts' cultures, differences, wants and needs. The prospect of working with the infamous Night Court would surely strengthen our armies and borders, I could tell Kallias was more than happy about it. Hell, even I was delighted about it.

But as the night went on and dinner was served the wine was quick to warm everyone up, and soon the hotness made me tie my hair up. Which caused heated eyes to reach my neckline, and then below it. I rolled my eyes at them, I knew I was the only female at the table, and I knew my dress was nothing close to modest, but Gods even Kallias was staring.

“You know, my eyes are on my head, right.”

“Sorry.”

“Ehm, yeah right.”

The High Lord’s were the only ones who pretended to be embarrassed about it, as for the Illyrian warriors, they only stared harder, making me even more hot inside. When dessert finally arrived I felt something cold snaking up my calf and almost screamed, almost, but as I saw it was Azriel’s shadow I relaxed and searched for his eyes. He was making conversation with Cassian, but his eyes glanced over me every so often. But the shadow didn’t stop, it trailed up my thigh dancing dangerously close to my underwear, quickly leaving and doing the same to my other leg. I tried eating my dessert unbothered but I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and if I could feel, they could see. And see they did.

“Y/n? Snowflake, you are red.”

“Am I?” I feigned ignorance, touching my cheeks. “Must be the wine, it’s really good, which one is it?”

“It was a gift from Rhysand.”

“Oh, very good taste my lord.”

“Please, just Rhysand is fine.”

“Okay, just Rhysand, the wine is divine.” At that Cassian laughed, but the only sound I could focus on was Azriel’s and Kallias’ chuckles. Both rough, but different.

Azriel's shadow had left me, but sometimes it snaked around my ankles again, to remind me of him, as if I would ever forget. We kept talking through the night and when both high lord’s retired for the night Kallias kissed my cheeks and whispered for me to take care, which did not go unnoticed by the shadowsinger, like most things.

“Well, good night boys.” I said standing up, their eyes were quick to fall to my sheer dress, again.

“Goodnight y/n, don’t miss me too much on your bed.” I rolled my eyes at Cassian, turning around and leaving my coat forgotten I walked inside the castle knowing they were having a very revealing view of my backside, I heard Cassian whistling and the Azriel’s quick hands covering me with the white coat.

“Y/n.”

“Oh, Az, how kind of you, but I am not cold you see.” “Put the damn coat on.”

“No thank you.” I said trailing toward my chambers, and he followed close behind.

“And why is that?”

“Well seeing as you will take it off anyways…”

“Yeah, but that will be in your chambers.”

“Hm, and don’t mind a little exhibitionism.”

“I know, but.”

“But?”

“I was hoping to have you all for myself tonight.”

“Were you? Funny.” “Please, y/n, we’ve been over this.”

“Yes we have.” His silent footsteps were the only sound that followed me then, and when my door appeared in front of us I knew I was going to let him in, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have my fun.

“I know, but I think I need to see just how sorry you are Az,” I dragged the ‘z’ again. “show me just how bad you want me all to yourself, and maybe I won’t invite Cassian to join us, and make you watch.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” His voice was rough, and I only raised a brow at him. When he saw I wouldn’t bulge he lowered his head and entered my room.

#acotar #azriel x reader #cassian #acotar series #cassian x reader #rhys acotar #rhysand #kallias #winter court #night court #a court of thorns and roses #smutty

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Ass or tits?

Nanami Kento,Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru

Geto Suguru

Gojo Satoru

Nanami Kento

MDNI

I decided to try my hand at a little texty text thing. Lmk if you guys enjoyed :) tis but a lil trial so lmk if you want me to make more and for other characters. Rb’s and comments are greatly appreciated!

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Striking a Deal - Reader x Azriel

Reader is a demon, capable of granting information in exchange for things she wants. When Azriel summons her, she may be more than he can handle.

Warnings - ‘forced’ sex due to circumstance, bondage, unbreakable ties, choking, teasing, orgasm denial, HFO/hands free orgasm, cock milking, squirting, cum paly, g-spot and clitoral stim, fingering, mention of knot (no knotting), hand job, wing play, mention of blood ingestion (not super sexual, not in scene),

As always, skip to ++++++++++ for just the nasty stuff. <3

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Azriel was desperate. Fully, truly desperate for stooping this low.

Still, he chanted on, plowing through verse after verse of the summoner’s spell.

He had little regret over what he’d done. Scaring away fifteen priestesses hadn’t been hard, but finding the right tome had been. He should have asked for the book first.

“Of blood, and by this flame I summon you.” He finished, slicing a cut into his wrist deep enough to coat the pile of bones and herbs he’d gathered for this ritual.

And there was silence. He glanced around, taking in the painted walls of the temple and carved archways. The moon was little more than a sliver, the thing he’d summoned could be anywhere. He scented his own fear and clamped down on it, forcing his mind to ease.

To fear would be fatal, now.

“I expected someone more powerful than a shadowsinger.” Her voice was like honey dripping into his ears. His neck went stiff, as if a puppeteer was controlling him. His shadows lashed out into the darkness, quickly finding the owner of the voice and wrapping them - no.. her - in bindings.

Very much her. Gorgeous proportions and the hair, his mind went foggy with lust. He saw her now that his shadows had pinpointed her, and was wholly overwhelmed with the perfection of her. Something deep inside him rumbled with warning, though.

This was no witch or sorcerer, not even a Queen. This was something far more powerful and deadly, and he struggled to remember that.

“I may be more powerful than you know.” He said, attempting to put on the saam air of seduction the female radiated.

She walked through his shadows as if they weren’t even there, and again his mind quaked with unfamiliar fear.

“What is it such a powerful shadowsinger needs then?” She hummed, bending beside him and plucking a bone from the floor. She stuck out her tongue and lapped at the length of it, staring at Azriel the whole time. His cock surged, and he cleared his throat.

“I seek a weapon. Something to end a God.” Azriel began, gauging her unimpressed reaction.

“And?” She prompted, taking another lick of his blood. Goosebumps broke out along his flesh.

“Would you be able to help with something like that?” He his his irritation behind an easy smile, watching her tongue. At least her beauty made up for such informality.

“I suppose. It depends how much the asker is willing to pay for such a thing.”

“I have gold.” He supplied, not convince his lowest bid would be enough. Especially not with a demon this peculiar.

“I do too.” She smiled, and waved a hand. His vision went blurry for a moment, then all around him appeared as if he were in a vault of gold marks, gold pillars, stretching from the floor going up and up into the blackened sky. A hot breath fell on his neck, and when he whipped around, the golden eye of a massive beast greeted him.

He jumped backwards, knocking his ritual items over, sending them clattering through the temple. He whirled back around, facing the demon he’d brought here. She shrugged, casting the bone aside and approaching him.

“Show me what you’re really willing to lose, Shadowsinger.” She walked two fingers up his abdomen, to his chest and rested them under his jaw, forcing him to look up. “A weapon that powerful is going to cost more than anything I sense you carry.”

“What do you want?” He hissed, hating how much her touch turned him on. Her nails scratched down his neck, and it was like a branding iron on his skin. Chills raced along his arms.

She sighed, admiring the way his throat bobbed, the way the tendons in his neck stuck out when he was so tense. “I’ve been so… lonely, stuck in the Pit by myself.” She pouted, making his cock ache with the suggestion of what she was proposing. “No one summons us anymore. All you fae and mortals trust so much in your common magics and healers. No one is desperate enough to call upon us anymore.”

He took a steadying breath, his heart hammering in hsi chest. She leaned in, so close to his ear he could feel her hot breath against it. “I want you… to summon me. To bring me back to this planet and allow me to live. Even for the short while before they pull me back. Cast this same ritual, and bring me back.” She took his hand and brought it to her breast, squeezing his fingers tight around it. A groan fell from him, and before he could even think about the implications of striking such a deal, his mouth was on hers.

The deal had been struck.

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The searing burn of his tongue upon yours was so deliciously delightful, so full of need and challenge that you could hardly feel the brand of the deal writing itself on your neck.

The kiss had sealed the bond, the rest of this would be just for fun.

“Your weapon-” You say between moans, pulling his tunic off and freeing his muscled body. “Will be found in the deepest lake on the highest peak-”

He rips your clothes off, tearing and urgent with need. “I didn’t summon you for a riddle.” He growls, dipping his head to catch a nipple between his teeth. A sharp gasp escapes you, and you squeeze his cock in your hand.

“You didn’t summon me as your whore, either.” You correct, yanking him back by the hair. He bares his teeth, and his shadows wrap around your ankles, thick and cool against your skin.

“You certainly act like that’s what you’re here for.” He grunts, and those shadows snake farther up your exposed legs until they��re massaging into your thighs. A ripple of want shoots through you at their closeness to your waiting cunt.

You’re too distracted by his hands and shadows on you to really give him a comeback. Truthfully, his filthy mouth could be saying anything at this moment and you wouldn’t care, not as long as he was touching you. It’d been a century since you’d seen anything other than the black pit of your home, and with such a gorgeous male before you, how could one resist? Your blood had been thrumming with need the second you’d crawled out of your home.

He pulls you forward, onto one of the short steps that leads to the recessed center of the room. “Now, what do I have to do to get you to bring me this weapon?” He rasps against your skin, biting your shoulder as he sat you down on the step. He pulls away, only to start lapping down your body until he is between your thighs, joining his shadows there.

“You want another deal, Shadowsinger?” You pant, leaning back on the step behind you and spreading your legs wide for him. He groans and the shadows ghost over your folds with teasing, almost-touches.

“Tell me.” He demands, and laps at you with a flattened tongue. “Such a pretty pussy.” He praises.

Your legs snap together, squeezing his head. “I cannot retrieve it for you, but I can take you to where it is.” You promise, and the half - truth of it feels sour on your tongue. You could retrieve it, but it’d take much more time than you had after you were released from the Pit.

He hums, seemingly content with the answer as he laps at you. His shadows join, dipping into your pussy and writhing there, fucking you softly but with ferocity. Your breaths are coming in shallow, frantic spurts as you focus on not coming on his face.

You want his cock for that.

A lick of your power lashes out, breaking his shadows away and freezing him in place with a leash of your own making. Magic bound, he straightens at your command and the sight of his surprise sets you giggling.

“You’re eager.” You critique. Sitting up, you take his cock in your hands and admire it, loosening your magic on him when you feel him relax and sigh at your touch. “Much too eager.” You observe the thick rivulets of pre-come dripping from his tip. You dip down and take a taste of him, humming at the sense of it. The salty, needy taste of him.

You wrap your hand around him and give him a long, slow pump and he shudders. His cock is magnificent. You can barely touch your fingers together around him with his thickness, and the knot at the base of him is hardly formed. Was he one of the fae able to change his cock at will? A ripple of excitement rolls though you at the possibility of it. You stroke him again, and another drop of precome wets his tip and you tap the tip of your finger with it, trailing it over his shaft and up his abdomen until you reach his lips. He takes it eagerly still, enjoying the taste of himself it seems.

You bind his hands to his sides, and ghost your fingers over his cock. Barely touching him, just as his shadows had teased you. He spits venom, cursing you with each delicate touch. You stroke him hard and through occasionally, but watching him be so needy for the touch is such a turn-on.

Your nails trail from his balls and up his shaft, then you circle the tip of him gently with the pad of your finger, swirling his lubrication there. He’s watching you the entire time, his brows pulled together and his lips a deep shade of red that matches the tip of his cock.

“I am glad that you were the one who’s summoned me.” You hum, getting up and going behind him. Even with him on his knees, he still reaches the height of your breast. He’s huge and lithe in his build, even his wings are a powerful kind. You touch them gently, humming when he hisses curses under his breath.

That gets your attention.

“Sensitive. Illyrian wings are different than the wings of other winged species, aren’t they?” You question, raking your nails over the arches of them. He cries out, lurching forward but your magic catches him, hauling him back up and in place before he can fold onto the step.

You kneel behind him, and wrap an arm around to take his cock into your hand again. He shudders and thrusts forward, into your grip. He’s needy and desperate and with you touching his wings he’s going to cum embarrassingly quickly. He hates how much he’s loving this, how the control you have over him is making him so fucking desperate.

He fucks into your hand, his precome wetting him enough that it heightens the experience further. Your hand is wet and hot and not nearly as good as your mouth had been but it’s better than the teasing touches you’d been giving him earlier, and he’s grateful. His need is rising and his muscles are working, his balls going tight with the need of release.

Then, you pull away. Your hand is gone and he’s left fucking the air like an animal, and he’s shuddering. “You fucking- bitch..” He grinds out, his abdomen flexing with how close he’d been. His balls tighten and relax, his cock twitching and slapping against his stomach.

You stand and go back to be in front of him, watching him twitch and writhe uncomfortably. His cock is surging and desperately seeking more stimulation, The angry redness of the tip a delicious strawberry color that makes you salivate.

You go back to tracing over him, and you can feel his power, his every fiber struggling against your magic. He’s close, so on the edge that you’re sure he’ll break with only a few more strokes. Good. You want him to. You want him to remember the only female who’d bested him at his own desires. You want him to fuck you endlessly, if that is the only time you have on this planet.

His balls are tight and heavy, and when you trace a finger along his ridge he shudders, leaning forward again. You allow it this time, catching his lips with yours and letting your tongue flick over his own. He groans into your mouth and snaps his hips forward when you make a loose fist over his cock.

His needy cries echo across the temple like a song.

You tighten your hand, allowing him to fuck into it for a few more strokes before pulling away again. But it’s too late. You pull back and watch as he thrusts into the air, his cock pulsing with his orgasm. He’s snarling and cursing as the pleasure takes him in a violent way. You watch in supreme pleasure as he gets what he finally wants. His cum shoots out and lands on your legs, your belly. The stone floor and steps. His spend is hot and dribbles from his tip when you release his bindings.

He wavers, and his shadows return slowly. His muscles flex as he leans forward, clearly exhausted with the experience.

His hands shake when he leans over you, catching your chin in his hand. “You are a horrible little thing.” He curses, then forces his tongue into your mouth.

He forces you back, so you’re arched against the steps, and the fingers of his other hand go between your folds, slickening them before plunging in. The most exquisite burn fills you, and is then eased by his curling fingers. He draws out your wetness, coating your clit with it and rubbing firm circles for a moment before pushing deep back inside of you.

He uses his entire forearm and wrist while he does it, truly fucking you with his hand. His fingers are thick and they do satiate a part of your own need, but it’s nothing compared to what his cock would be.

But this part of the game is up to him. You’d had your fun, and now it was his turn.

His tongue is aggressive in your mouth, fighting your own and showing you exactly what he’d been doing against your pussy before. He pulls away, leaving drool on your chin. His shadows go to your wrists, and you allow them to lock you in place, legs spread wide and wrists bound to the floor.

This is his turn. If you want him to stay true to his bargain not just for bargaining sake, you’ll let him have his turn. You could use him, sure, - force him in place and take him as you wanted - but where was the fun in that?

“Azriel-” You pant, and he takes your throat in a hand. Not hard, not dangerous, but certainly a silent command.

He’s working you deep and swiping against your g-spot with every stroke, and if he doesn’t stop you’re not sure if you’ll be able to either.

“Making me cum without even letting me really touch you first?” He scolds, punctuating it with his thumb stroking over your clit. Your yes clamp shut, your thighs desperately trying to do the same but his shadows - as weak as they are - won’t allow you to. You moan, the pressure of his hand against your throat a devious thing.

Your body is betraying you, reaching your high peaks so quickly while he rubs your clit. Your walls squeeze him, wanting more. Needing more than just two fingers. But his thumb is relentless and consistent, you try to fight the building orgasm but it only makes your g-spot more sensitive.

“Azriel please-” You whine, panting and squirming as much as you can under him. His hand leaves your throat and instead goes to the back of your head, knotting in your hair there. He forces you to watch his hands word, how spread you are for him, the way your wetness shines against this dark skin. He’s humming something in your ear but you can barely hear it over the mounting pleasure, the cascade of twitching need that writhes inside you, begging to be released. A dam too overflowed, your control slips, and slips.

You push against the heat, the pressure of the orgasm but again, he brushes into that spot inside you and your clit again, and you’re shaking - coming apart in his grasp. Wetness coats him, your own juices flowing out of you in an intense way, splattering against the floor and coating his arm. The wet sounds of his fingers still working you echo against the high ceilings and stone walls.

You’re shaking, shuddering and breathing hard when he gently removes his fingers then laps at them.

The sight nearly sends you into another orgasm.

“Safe to say you’ll be summoned often, little demon.” He says, offering you a finger wet with your own juices.

You take it greedily, sucking on his finger the same way you wanted to suck his cock.

“Next time I expect you to last longer.” You critique, earning a laugh from him.

“If I make that promise now, does that mean we get to fuck again and seal that bond?”

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b1ravenclaw · 16 days

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Mr. and Mrs. Shadowsinger

Azriel x Reader - Angst - Smut

His eyes are cold and restless, his wounds are almost healed, and she’d give half of Prythian just to change the way he feels. She knows his love’s in the Hewn City and she knows he’s going to go. But it’s not a female he’s leaving for, it’s his damned duty to the Night Court.

Warnings: sexual content, grinding, dom/sub dynamic, language, bondage, grinding, fingering, toxic couple, using intimacy as a form of persuasion

Her mate was strong but gods damn it, so was she. Perhaps that’s why by some cruel twist of fate, she was mated to the infamous Spymaster of Night Court. A male that could torture the secrets out of seasoned liaisons with even the highest of clearances. Nobody in Prythian was better at the game than him, and he wouldn’t allow anyone a moment to doubt it. “Cold”, “Calculating”, “Ruthless”, those that feared him would whisper.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Azriel?” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

His cold, stony gaze fixed on the door behind her as she pressed her body against it, blocking the exit.

Placing two palms to his leather covered chest, she shoved - perhaps she was the only one who didn’t fear him. In fact, she loved him and that was the fucking problem. She wished she didn’t, wished she could let his ass walk right out that front door and not give him a second glance. Instead she was so hopelessly devoted to him that she couldn’t fathom letting him go without a fight. The irony wasn’t lost on her that she needed him, like he needed to draw information from anyone he perceived as a threat to the Night Court. Those that respected him would call it honorable. She called it fucking insufferable.

To his credit, at the belligerent outburst of his mate, a slight tick of his jaw was the only sign of his irritation - a large hand raising to each of her shoulders.

“You just got back! This is fucking bullshit and you know it!” She huffed. She wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t let him see her weak. No, not today. Let him read the resolve in her eyes.

“I’ll be back tomorrow night.” His firm tone left no room for argument.

Too bad for him she didn’t give a damn about personal space as she made room to retaliate anyway.

“You’re not even healed! Your left wing is tattered in two places. Never mind the fact that I’ve barely seen you this past month. What the hell, Azriel? Do I not matter to you?”

His cold, restless gaze faltered for a moment. “That’s unfair, Y/N, and you know it. You matter and so does ensuring the safety of the court we live in. It’s my duty.”

She pushed a finger into his chest, emphasizing her next words. “No, Azriel, what’s unfair is the way you are walking out on me again. Fuck this court and every person in it, I only want you.” Rage seeped through her, rising to a boil beneath her heated skin. Azriel’s lips remained pressed in a firm line, a slight rustle of his wings the only show of frustration.

Lifting a scarred finger and tracing it lightly along the side of her face, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You don’t mean that.”

Her brow creased at the implication. “I do and you know it. You are all I care about, you’re my fucking mate, not the people of this court, not the city of Velaris, YOU.”

Shaking his head, he remained calm, letting out an exhale. “We can’t keep doing this, Y/N. You’ve known my duties since well before we mated. You don’t see me complaining when you’re away on missions for the Valkyries.”

Oh- he struck a nerve with that. Bracing himself for the recoil he stood firm, crossing his arms in the warriors stance he and Cassian had both perfected over the years. With a cock of his head he continued, “Did I strike a nerve there? Let it out, Y/N. Let’s get this out of the way so you’re not stewing the entire time that I’m gone.”

“You are infuriating!” She howled, her power rolling off her skin in waves, Azriel’s shadows recoiled but he didn’t flinch. “You know why you don’t complain? Because you’re still fed, fucked, and fawned over every single night you’re home. Do I get the same treatment in return? No!”

“So that’s why you’re upset?” He challenged. “You need me to fill your pretty cunt? Is that it baby?”

He hit his mark with the statement. A rush of arousal barreling into him before she clamped down on their bond, rage again lining her sharp features. “I can get off well enough on my own, Azriel.” she spat, his name dripping off her lips with venom. He wanted to bite those lips, suck the venom coating right off of them.

He leaned in, centimeters away from her ear, running a thumb gently up and down her forearm. “You sure about that? You seem a bit-“ hazel eyes roved hungrily up and down her form, from the exposed flesh of the thighs her negligee did very little to cover, to the hint of areola peaking over the deep cut of lace trim, disheveled in her haste to catch him before he left the house. He closed the distance, his lips now caressed the shell of her ear. “-tense.”

“Fuck you.” She snarled.

“Oh, did I not make that clear enough?” He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, his hazel eyes boring into the depths of her own. “That’s what I’m offering.”

“You can’t fix this with fucking! I’m going to get Rhys, now. You’re not leaving. Not this time.” She stormed to their bedroom, the curve of her ass teasing him as he followed her through the house. Throwing open the armoire door she grabbed a silk t-shirt and leggings, hurriedly putting them on over her slip. Azriel’s tall form leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching his angry little mate with a smirk.

“I’m not fucking joking.” She scowled. “I don’t give a shit that he’s your High Lord. You’re MY mate first. Or did you forget that?” She marched toward the doorway shifting to slide past his towering frame. Just as she thought he’d let her past he flung out an arm. “How could I forget, my love? Your fiery rage is the soothing balm warming my own forged of ice.”

She hissed as she barreled into his arm, no match against the 500 years of hard-earned, corded muscle beneath. “No you don’t.” He hauled her over his right shoulder as she kicked and beat her clenched fists against the defined muscles of his back. “Put me down!”

He smiled to himself with satisfaction at the fact that though his mate was livid as all hel with him, she still was careful to throw those fists away from the sensitive membranes of his wings.

Reaching the edge of their oversized bed and much to her dismay, Azriel cradled one hand to the nape of her neck, and looped the opposite arm beneath her ass, dropping her onto the bed, his shadows darting out to restrain her.

“This isn’t going to work!” She yelped.

He hummed, a look of pure male arrogance crossing his gorgeous features. Leaning over the edge of the bed, he braced his weight on his left arm, tracing a calloused finger down the valley between her breasts. “Is that why the sweet aroma of your need is filling every inch of this room?”

Gritting her teeth, she fought the shadows pinning her to their bed.

She loved this and he knew it. His mate was wild, untamed, only yielding within the safety of their bedroom walls.

He placed a knee between her thighs, spreading them, and placing just enough pressure against her core to earn a whimper at the friction.

“Tell me what you need, Y/N.” he demanded.

The female shook her head.

“I may be a patient male, love, but I don’t have time to wait for you. Going to need you to use your words.”

She only scowled at him and he didn’t miss the way she almost imperceptibly arched her back, raising her chest, pebbled nipples peaking from beneath her silken shirt.

“Very well.” He tsk’d, turning his back, wings flaring slightly to remind her of just how accurate the rumors about wingspan were.

He stepped outside the door frame, turning the corner when a pitiful “Wait.” came from their room.

Her scent flowed to him from their room, his cock jerking at the win, at the fact that her submission and desire for him was so evident. He waited a moment. Oh yes, he was going to make her wait for this. Spymaster duties could hold off long enough to punish his girl for her outburst, in all the ways she loved to be reprimanded. She needed the attention and her behavior was a clear sign of it.

So he sauntered back into their room, oozing with confidence as he took in the sight of his mate, defenseless in her binded state.

“Can you be good for me, baby?” He asked in a condescending manner.

She nodded her head, apology dancing in her eyes.

“Promise me, baby.” He teased. “Show me just how good you can be.”

“Yes, sir.” She spoke submissively.

Pride sparked in his chest at her changed behavior. Releasing his shadows, he looked to her with faux empathy in his eyes, seating himself at the edge of the bed. “Strip.”

She did as he requested with no argument.

“Good girl.” He cooed, patting his thigh. “Now c’mere”

He took in every inch of exposed skin as she strode toward him, avoiding eye contact in a show of deference. Very well, the subtle bounce breasts with each step was captivating his attention anyway.

His submissive girl was so fucking good for him.

She spread her legs, straddling his thigh, dropping her weight down onto it, waiting patiently for his next command.

Looking into her eyes, he whispered in a low voice that sent chills through her, his palm cupping her jaw, thumb running across her lower lip. “You’re so delicious, you know? Those pretty lips make me want to devour them until they’re puffy and red.”

He was setting the bait. The next sentence determining whether she’d be rewarded or not based on her response. “But, unforunately” Azriel let out an exasperated sigh, “I don’t have all day. Our court needs me.”

He caught the flash of violence in her eyes, the rage warring within them. But to his surprise, she didn’t react. Not one single word of resistance falling from that pretty mouth.

He placed a hand on either side of her hip, situating her center over the seam of his leathers. “I know you didn’t like that, sweet girl. But look at you, you’re being so good for me right now. You’re learning.”

She smiled coyly at the praise, biting her lip and looking up to him with fluttering eyelashes.

“You can move now, baby. Take your pleasure.”

So she did, finding that perfect angle and rhythm to bring the friction she so desperately needed to her aching core.

Her body began to tense, little moans and whimpers spilling from her lips, brows furrowing as she focused on her pleasure. “Azzie.” She whispered innocently. “Please, may I come?”

He brought a scarred hand to the back of her head. “Such good manners, baby. So proud of you.”

She beamed at the praise.

“Yes, my good girl. You may.”

A whimper fell from her lips as his thumb found the sensitive bud of her clit, moving it in those rhythms he’d long ago perfected, bringing her to the edge in no time.

She cried out his name through shattered moans, her head falling to the crook of his neck, breasts heaving against him. When her panting settled, she whispered, “Thank you.”

Opening his mouth to accept her gratitude, he was taken back by something pulling at his wrists, ankles following suit.

His mate hopped off of him, heading to the closet. “What the hell?” Azriel shouted.

“Some Spymaster you are.” She chided, eyes rolling with contempt. “When would I ever submit so easily? Think with your other head next time, Az.”

Throwing on a set of leathers that typically would have had his cock at full attention by the way they hugged her like a second layer of skin, she flashed him a vulgar gesture and left the room, leaving him pinned to their four-poster bed by his own damned shadows.

He fought against the binds but the traitorous things were having none of it.

“Y/N! Come back!” He yelled but the only response was the slamming of the front door echoing down the hall.

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Hours later a disheveled Shadowsinger found himself in the Hewn City. After much convincing his shadows had finally let him free of their restraint when he promised the lecherous things their share of playtime with their favorite little mate - their mate who was absolutely going to be punished later.

He was fuming, embarrassment weighing heavily upon him like an anchor. He almost felt bad for the subject Rhys has sent him to elicit information from today. They expected it would take at least a day, if not two to work on this one. Azriel guessed a day based on the less-than-generous mood he was in.

His heavy footsteps echoed off the walls of the Hewn City dungeons as he neared the cell of his subject, shadows promising violence, an obvious attempt to win back his affections after their betrayal.

Azriel gaped as he rounded the corner to find his leather clad mate sitting in a chair outside the cell, seated in a relaxed show of dominance with one leg crossed over the other, irreverently picking at her cuticles with fucking Truth-Teller.

“What the hell?” He fumed at his mate. “Where is the prisoner?”

“Oh, him?” She flashed a wicked grin.

“He’s gone. I got the information Rhys needed.”

His brows furrowed with disbelief. There was no way. It had only been a couple of hours. “How?”

She stood, swishing her hips as she sauntered toward him, brushing her chest against his. “I have my ways. Certainly you would know that.” She flicked her gaze to his swirling shadows who quickly hid in shame. “Your shadows surely do.”

Gripping him by the front of his leathers, she pulled him into a kiss, claiming his mouth with her own. The Shadowsinger too dumbfounded to argue.

“C’mon Shadowsinger.” She quirked an eyebrow, as she looked into his eyes with challenge. “You’re mine. Now, let’s go home.”

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A/N: you get extra credit if you know where the summary for this story came from.

General tags: @lilah-asteria

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b1ravenclaw · 16 days

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Is it true? - part 2

azriel x reader, cassian x reader

warnings: sugestive

Once back in my chambers I didn't let myself dwell much on choices of clothing, it was only Cassian, so my clothes were only needed to warm me outside of the water. After having picked out my warmest coat I headed to our meeting point, and I tried not to think much of the shadows that seemed to follow me and Cassian as we made our way towards the lake.

“Soooo…” Cassian started looking at my shivering form, “I thought winter court citizens didn’t feel cold?”

“We do feel cold,” I say watching as his own wings start to tremble at the accumulated snow on them, “but we do endure it a lot better then others. Don’t you want a scarf to wrap around your wings?”

“I don’t need a scarf.” He said as if offended.

“If you say so, my wings aren’t the ones shivering.”

“Hmpf.” We circled around the castle and just as Cassian began making his way towards the nearest lake I stopped him.

“What? Change of plans?” He asked as he followed me. “Is this a ploy to get me on your bed or get me killed?”

“Please if I wanted you on my bed you would know.”

“Killing me is it then?”

“Hmm, not quite. If I did want to kill you I would just turn up in your chambers, no need to lure you out of it.” His tan skin paled, more than it already was given the cold. I laughed loudly. “I”m only joking General, now come on, that wasn’t the proper lake for our late night escapade.”

“Hmm, and why is that?”

As I looked around our surroundings, trying to remember the exact same path Kallias showed me when we were younger, I explained to him that it wasn’t just any cold lake you needed to bathe. It was a cold shimmering lake that only glowed on nights of full moon. And lucky for him, it was a beautiful night of full moon.

“So it is true then?”

“Of course it is, have you ever been met with a legend that turned out to be a complete and utter lie?” Cassian opened his mouth to answer, but it wasn’t his voice that graced my ears, no, the voice that spoke was so nicely fitting to a night in winter court that it may just as well have been the song of the wind. But it wasn’t.

“I have not, yet.”

“Azriel! By the Cauldron.”

“And what are you doing here?” My voice was cold through my gritted teeth.

“You are luring a vital member of my court out of the castle of your own court, surely you know how that must look?”

“He came to his own accord.”

“Court, accord, a court… Blah, blah, blah. Come on, she was just getting to the good part.”

“And what “good part” would entail? The so called lake? Crescida said-”

“Crescida knows not of the Winter Court, she is from Day.” Jealousy seeps through me as easily as snow, and he senses it. The bastard knows it. She really needed to get it together.

“Jealous much?”

“Wouldn’t you like it?”

“Yes. Yes I would.” I roll my eyes then.

“Cass,” I say with a softness in my voice that wasn’t there before. “Follow me.” And I don’t need to turn to know the Shadowsinger is right on our tail.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow.”

The Shadowsinger is deemed speechless, Cassian on the other hand can not stop talking of how utterly beautiful it all is. And truly it is, there is snow all around the lake, but the water is not frozen, instead it dances with life reflecting the stars and the moon above.

“It is almost a mirror of the night sky, except…”

“Except more beautiful.” Azriel completes for me, and finally I turn to him. And damn him for his beautiful moonlit face. I clear my throat, starting to undress and both male’s eyes are trained on me.

“The thing is, you only get more beautiful inside tha lake, once out you look just the same as you came in.”

“Ah, boohoo.” Both me and Azriel shushed Cassian for his loud voice.

“Do you want the guards to come down?” I asked in a hushed tone.

“Wait, are we not supposed to be here?” Azriel asks.

“Of course not.” I said, ridding myself of the last item of clothing, laid bare before them. “Are you boys coming or not?”

I hear both male’s clearing their throats and scrambling with their clothes.

“You know it would have been a lot easier if you guys had just put on a coat like I did.”

“Well I didn’t want you to think I was trying to seduce you.”

“Seduce me?” I ask a brow raised, “believe me, it would take more than that to get me into your bed.” And with that I dive right into the water, the lake warmer than the air and I revel in the feeling of the water on my skin. When I breach the surface Cassian is tiptoeing to get in the water, and Azriel is already inside. Completely and utterly naked. He is glowing, and I know I am too if the look on his face is any pointer.

“Cass, just relax.”

“I can’t, my dick is freezing.”

“Oh you poor babe.”

“Maybe we should snuggle up to get warmer.”

“Yeah, Azriel is close to you.”

“Don’t even think about it Cassian.” I hear right before I five into the water again.

The merpeople blood in my veins singing with every impulse I took underwater. There was a whole other world under there, the deeper I got the more the small fishes felt brave to swim around me. It was quiet here, underwater, no air to fill my lungs, no thoughts to fill my mind. No shadowsinger to bother my heart. But I was no mermaid and my lungs eventually did need air.

“Oh Mother, she's alive.” Came Cassian’s relieved voice.

“We almost thought you would not come up.” Azriel said quietly. I simply shook my shoulders.

“Nothing that can kill me.” “It could.”

“It can’t.” I said coldly. Suddenly too tired for all of this, for all of him His skin was glowing under the stars, but it was Azriel’s eyes that enchanted me even more that night, they were glowing like never before.

“Y/n…”

“What Cass.”

“You are marvelous.”

“You look marvelous too, Cass. But remember it’s only the water.”

“Yeah I know, it’s just…” He got closer then, his shoulder almost brushing mine. His eyes trailed down my body, my wet hair, my hardened nipples, lower to where the water hid the rest of me. And I stared back, to his muscled arms, muscled chest, his wings behind him, the total opposite of my white feathered ones. “Aren’t you cold?” He asked, eyes trained on my wet wings.

“I told you, I can endure the cold quite well, General.” I smirked at him, and a growl sounded from behind me, the water had small waves of movement. I scented Azriel, and as I felt him getting closer I leaned closer to Cassian. “If you would like someone to warm up, maybe give Crescida a visit, Shadowsinger.”

“She isn’t staying the night.”

“Of course.” That’s why the bastard was here, fucking prick. “Then I suppose I should leave you two to warm each other up.”

“I don’t want Cassian to warm me up.” He said taking a step toward me, and I started swimming to the edge of the lake.

“Hey!”

“I’m sure he won’t mind it’s Crescida’s lips you are imagining around your cock instead of his.” I say darkly.

“It is that what you think of me?”

“What? Shadowsinger. That you are impersonal, yes you have made that quite clear.” I say ready to leave them both behind in the water.

“No.” His voice makes me stop, and I hear Cassian cursing quietly and then his wings flapping. If I looked up I was sure I would see him bare up in the sky. “Do you really think I imagine others when I bedded with you?”

“You mean fucked. Bedded would suggest we were courting.” My tone is meaner than what I intended, but I didn’t care. I was bothered. I was hurt, his lack of decency hurt me.

“What has gotten into you? I… You seemed quite well with our arrangement.”

“I was.”

“What changed.”

“Everyone knows!” I lashed out. “Everyone knows Azriel, they’d be stupid not to. And still you indulged her infront of everyone. Of Kallias, of my court. Of Rhys, and your court. How does that make me look, huh?”

“I wasn’t indulging her.” I scoffed then. Leaving the lake behind, and deliciously wet Azriel with it. Using magic to dry myself I was quick to gather my coat, and leave. But he was quick, never leaving things unfinished.

“Y/n. Rhysand asked me to, I know it is not… ideal. I warned him of it, but still I am loyal to him, my High Lord. I must do as he says, as you do with Kallias.” His voice is honest, and I can’t help but stop my hurried pace.

“I am not asking you to be loyal to me Azriel, you can fuck her if you want. I just would like some respect in front of me. In front of my court. You know I’m not that kind of female, not anymore.”

“I know, and I apologize.” He takes my hand in his, “If it’s any better I didn’t want to indulge her.”

“Don’t lie, you know I have eyes. She is pretty.”

“Not prettier than you.” I roll my eyes at him.

“Silver tongued.”

“Oh, but darling you love my silver tongue.”

author's note: smut coming soooooon

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Is it true? - part 1

Azriel x reader, Cassian x reader, winter coutr reader

Warnings: none, multi part series

Her fingers gripped the silverware firmly, coating them with thick cold snow. Her power was rapidly coursing through her, freezing the food and utensils in front of her. But y/n couldn’t help it, not when Azriel was on the other side of the table flirting with the summer court emissary. Of course he would, she was beautiful, hot like the sun. Why wouldn’t he take an interest in her, Gods even y/n had. But he did not need to do so in front of her, in front of everyone for that matter, as it was not a secret that the Shadowsinger and her, the emissary for the Winter Court, were somewhat involved.

“Careful there, or are you planning on freezing the whole table?” Cassian asked beside her and she heard Cassian laugh, turning to her right and regaining her posture she conjured the ice that was starting to reach the center of the table, directly onto Cassian’s plate.

She needed to get it together, she was an emissary. A peacemaker. No, a peace keeper. She didn’t have time for jealousy. She did not have time for him and his stupid face. His stupid pretty face. Or his arms, his stupid arms. His stupid strong…

And, as if she conjured them, a warm strong arm wrapped itself around her. But it wasn’t Azriel’s subtle scent that engulfed her, it was Cassian’s earthy scent that hit her and distracted her from the others at the table. His arms carefully settled over her shoulders so as to not touch her wings.

“You know, I’ve heard something about the winter court high faes”

“Hmm, did you now?”

“Hmm” He hummed, smoking down at me.

“Please, enlighten me.”

“I’ve heard” he leaned down to my pointed ear and the whispers of his words sent a chill down my spine. “that to keep looking forever young and beautiful, they skinny dip in the coldest lake in town.” I can’t help but laugh, and with that Azriel’s attention is directed to me. Finally, he looks at me and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“So… is it true?” Cassian asks, leaning down on his own chair, and I wonder if he did so to strike Azriel’s attention even more.

“Maybe, maybe not…”

“What is true?” came Azriel’s voice from the other side of the table. And with him, everyone turned their attention to us. Kallias and Rhysand being the only ones too engulfed on their own High Lord scheming no to turn to us.

“Nothing,” I say, playing with my plate “just some silly superstition Cass is nagging me about.” Azriel stares at us then, and openly so, but it does not last long once Crescida’s hand is on his arm and his attention is back at her.

“Oh so it is only a silly superstition?” He deflated.

“Well, some say every superstition has a sprinkle of truth to it.” I counter, which seems to spike up his interest, causing me to laugh again. “Look, if you are so interested, I wouldn’t mind indulging you.” I whisper once everyone's attention goes back to their own conversations. Cassian smiles at me and once dinner ends I tell him to meet me at the entrance of the castle a few minutes before midnight.

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hey guys, hope you enjoyed it. this is my firts multi part series on tumblr so if you liked it I would really apreciate feedbacks. oooh and also if you would like me to make a tag list i would gladly do that :))))

ps: english is not my first lenguage, sorry for any mistakes

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”We want a rejected mates trope !!” who the hell is we 🤨⁉️.I cannot think of something more depressing to read about than two mates rejecting their bond.Especially when one person still longs for the other and has already lost the person they thought was their mate in such a tragic and brutal way.Now their actual mate wants nothing to do with them to the point where they want to reject their mating bond? Fucking ouch.Just something about two people whose literal souls are tied to one another ending up with other people doesn’t really read as romantic to me.

I understand that sjm might want to explore the rejected mates trope but why does lucien have to be the guinea pig?? I cannot think of one character less deserving to go through this trope than lucien.Not just because of his history with jesminda but because he genuinely hasn’t had a moment of peace since the beginning of this series.He does not deserve to have his mate reject him on top of everything else he just doesn’t.I want elain to be happy but if that’s gonna cost my favorite character his happiness and possibly his sanity then i’m allowed to be a little annoyed.

If elain really does reject the bond with lucien I don’t wanna be here to read that scene and I definitely don’t want a lucien pov of that.Can you imagine the fucking anguish and heartbreak of a scene like that yeah no thank youuuu.

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Congratulations on 2k followers! We absolutely love you and what you write for us. We appreciate you and everything you do! For your ask spree, what if Lucien was appointed High Lord of Day Court but tradition states that to make it official he has to consummate the union with his Queen. And they’re mates or the reader is given to him and they’re both nervous and holding back but really want it. I don’t really know just drama and smut ensue 🔥

(I hope this is okay and it was so much fun to write and I wanted to write more but it was already nine pages long)

Royal Duties (Lucien Vanserra x Reader)

WARNINGS: Arranged marriage, worries over abuse, SMUT, 18+, super sweet, loss of virginity?

All eyes were on you as you were presented before the new High Lord of the Day Court, Lucien Vanserra. He had just recently taken over after the death of his father and although he was able to pick up on things rather quickly, the fine print of his crown made him raise his eyebrows.

It was written that the next in line to be the High Lord must not only take a Lady but also consummate the marriage. This was to ensure that the line would not end and that the thrones never sat empty. Lucien could have his pick of any court member or even one of his subjects in the villages. It was all within his hands.

And he had picked you.

You did not know why and had spent the better half of last night and this morning trying to figure it out. He had chosen you out of a lineup of noblewomen in the court, not even sparing a glance at the others once his gaze fell on you.

As far as you knew, he didn’t even know your name. This complete stranger had turned your world upside down with a point of his finger and wave of his hand. You were still coming to terms with it as your ladies dressed you in the court’s colors, making sure not a hair was out of place as the veil was draped over your head.

“My Lady, you are a vision.” Yuri smiled as she fixed the train of your dress. “Our High Lord will be most pleased in your attire.”

“Most pleased indeed.” Savit agreed, finishing the final touches of kohl and powder. You gazed at your reflection and barely recognized the woman staring back at you. The one in the mirror was fierce and beautiful, a true Lady of the Day Court. But that wasn’t who you were.

“Is he…” You swallowed as your voice squeaked in nervousness. “Have you heard anything bad about him? Does he treat…people like us fairly?”

Savit caught onto your worries and ran a soothing hand down your arm. “He is a good man, my Lady. He will treat you well.”

The words gave you some comfort but it all disappeared when you heard a knock and saw the advisors waiting for you with pleasant smiles on their faces. You almost tripped over your own feet as you followed behind them, the grand doors to the ballroom waiting to open for you.

“Good luck my Lady.” They bowed slightly just as the doors opened, revealing a room full of your family, friends, and other people of the court. You stood there for a moment, too scared to move, until you looked up at the front of the room.

Lucien was standing there, a vision of his own as the white robe clung to his body like water. His hair was halfway tied up and his golden crown was atop his head, matching the color of his mechanical eye. He was staring at you, drinking you in just the same, and gave a small smile when your eyes finally connected with his.

Something in his aura told you it was going to be okay and so you took a deep breath, held your head high, and gracefully walked up the steps until you were facing him. Golden light filled the room as the priestess said her words, both of you tuning her out as he held your hands.

His thumb was stroking the back of your knuckles in comfort when she finally ended her prayer, looking at the two of you expectedly. Your eyebrows were knitted in confusion until Lucien gingerly dropped your hands and lifted the veil off your face to reveal yourself to him.

Your very breath was stolen from your lungs as he gave you a wider smile, turning to grab the crown on the pillow beside the priestess and placing it atop your head.

He pulled away and admired you as the entire room erupted in applause, your heartbeat drowning out everyone as Lucien bent down and gave you a simple kiss on your lips.

It made your mouth tingle as he pulled away and you had to resist the urge to touch your lips where he had just been. You could feel him watching you as you turned to the room and gave them a smile and a wave, both of your hands conjoined as you walked down the steps and back through the doors you came from.

After that you barely had time to converse with your new husband as you got introduced to everyone in court, all of them bowing and offering bountiful gifts of different sizes and shapes. A grand buffet was served almost immediately and you noticed it had some of your favorite foods along with Lucien’s.

You didn’t have much time to eat though because the music started up and the festivities went in full swing. People were dancing, drinking, and dining while you were being whisked all around the room so much that you thought you would get whiplash.

The entire night was like a dream and you found yourself actually enjoying his company. He was funny and sarcastic, whispering jokes into your ear about certain members of the court as they approached you. You were pleased to notice that he seemed to enjoy you as well, the two of you conversing easily over many different subjects.

Everything was going great until you heard an advisor stand up, his glass raised, and shout, “To the marriage bed!”

It was luck that you hadn’t eaten much because as soon as those words registered in your head, you felt your stomach drop with nerves. Your mother and sisters had given you a brief explanation of what would happen tonight, telling you it was not very pleasurable but to grin and bear it for the new High Lord.

They had warned you of pain and bleeding but had made clear that you should not cry. You felt your hands go clammy as Lucien grew distant immediately, dropping your hand and frowning. Did he not want this? Were you not desirable?

“Off you go, we must hurry!” One of your ladies whispered into your ear, taking your arm and gently leading you to a side room. You turned to look for Lucien, uncertainty in your eyes as he watched them lead you out.

“I thought he would be taking me here, Yuri.” You mumble as you are brought into a grand bedroom with a four-poster bed.

“He will meet you here later.” She assured you as she began to undo the ties of your gown. “We need to get you oiled and ready for him before then.”

“Does he not do all that?” Your voice was laced with confusion and concern as the dress fell off your body, leaving you in the lacy undergarments they had put you in earlier that day. Savit took the dress and laid it on a hook, shaking her head at your naivety.

“No, my Lady, he-” She began only to jump in fear when she heard the door open up. All three of you turned and were shocked to see Lucien standing there, his lean frame resting against the doorframe.

“Leave us, please.” He ordered. Both Yuri and Savit stood immediately, bowing their heads and gathering their things quickly. You were near trembling when the door shut behind them. It was the first time you had been alone with him.

“Do you, um, I just,” You were fumbling over your words as you wrapped your arms around your body. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“I won’t touch you if you do not want to be touched,” Lucien assured, walking towards you in two long strides. “I do not want to force you to do anything of that sort, though I realize the irony of that statement given our quick marriage.”

The corners of your lips turned up in a smile. “It’s not that. My mother told me what would happen tonight.”

“Do you not know yourself?” His voice had dropped an octave, realization dawning on him. “Have you not been with any man? Or woman?”

Embarrassment made your cheeks heat up as you shook your head once, fiddling with a stray string on your panties. “No. I haven’t. Does that displease you?”

“Displease me?” Lucien chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head in bewilderment. “Displease me? What about you? Mother above, I picked you because you seemed smart and capable and beautiful, I just assumed you had lovers before…and for this to be your first time?”

He began to pace around the room as if he were battling with his inner morals. You felt guilty for making him upset or whatever emotion he was currently experiencing. You let out a breath and reached out for his arm, stopping him midstep. Lucien’s eyes instantly fell on your body, his skin turning warm from arousal at the sight of you.

“I will be fine, Lucien. I promise.” You gave his arm a tiny squeeze. “Shall we get on with it?”

You didn’t wait for him to confirm, too afraid you were going to lose your nerves, as you climbed atop the bed and laid on your back. According to your mother, this was the position that would hurt the least. Lucien watched you with amusement as you situated yourself between the pillows, noticing the slight shakiness of your hands.

It wasn’t until you began to pull down your underwear that he stopped you, following you up the bed and gently grabbing your wrists. “You look absolutely silly, Y/N.”

“I’m not trying to look silly.” You huffed in frustration. “My mother told me this is how it is done. I lay here, you do something down there and I just look up at the ceiling. Simple as that.”

“Cauldron save me…” Lucien mumbled under his breath. “I’m sure that some people do it that way but this is supposed to be pleasurable for the both of us.”

“That’s not what I was told.” You purse your lips, rising up on your elbows. “Are those men still coming to watch?”

His frown returned as he rolled his eyes, the mechanical one whirring. “Unfortunately but these curtains will be drawn so they will not see you or I. I want you to feel as comfortable as you can tonight.”

“Really?” You ask with a raise of your brow, smiling as he gave you a sincere nod. “Well, if you truly mean what you say, could you, um, show or maybe tell me what it’s supposed to be like? I was told there will be pain and if I am being truthful, I do not deal with pain that well.”

The air between the two of you seemed to shift as his gaze darkened. “I have no problem showing you what your body and mine can do, but I need your consent first. This should not be out of force of duty.”

“Consent to what, exactly?” You breathed as he hungrily drank in your body once more.

“To touch you, Y/N,” He replied huskily, raising a hand and skimming his knuckle down your arm. Goosebumps followed in his wake and you felt small tingles of excitement going down your spine. “To taste you, to make love to you…”

“Do I have your permission?”

“Yes.”

Your reply was instantaneous as was the kiss that followed. He tipped your chin so you were looking up at him, his body hovering over yours as his lips pressed against you. It felt like fireworks this time instead of tingles, the kiss was deeper and longer than before.

He tasted like sunlight and cinnamon, an intoxicating combination that made you crave more. When he tried to pull away you surprised yourself and him by throwing your arms around his neck, bringing him back to you.

“I didn’t know you would be so eager.” Lucien teased as he nipped at your bottom lip. Your thighs pressed together in need as he trailed his lips from your mouth to your ear. “However, I must say it is a good look on you.”

“Please, Lucien.” You panted, not even sure what you were truly asking for. It was like your body was on fire and his lips were the only thing that could put it out.

“What do you need, my lady?” He asked you, appearing in your field of vision once more. “What do you want me to show you?”

“Everything, just, please! Please touch me!” You whined.

One of his hands trailed down your neck, his fingertips ghosting over your skin until he brushed against one of your clothed nipples. It made you suck in a breath when he pulled on it, testing your reaction.

Lucien’s pupils were blown wide as he had you raise up and remove your bra. You threw it somewhere to the side, your body buzzing with excitement as he licked his lips at the sight of your bare breasts.

“You are gorgeous…” He hummed as he took both of them into his hands, squeezing the flesh while watching you bite your lip in need. Slowly, with his eyes focused on you, he took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked. You couldn’t hold back the moan in your throat at his action, your eyes closing as he lavished you with attention.

“Feels so good.” You praised, fists clenching the sheets as he moved to the other one. The panties you were wearing were wet with your arousal, something that had only happened to you during your dreams, and the lacy material kept rubbing against you in a way that was making you wild.

You hadn’t even noticed you were grinding your hips until Lucien placed a firm hand on your stomach, holding you still.

“What are you doing down here, princess?” He asked you, his voice teasing. The nickname was unexpected but it made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“I…I don’t know.” You looked away, ashamed, while closing your legs tightly. “It just felt good.”

His hands came up and pried your thighs apart, admiring the way your cunt glistened in the candlelight of the room. Lucien’s chest rumbled with satisfaction as you allowed him to touch you, his jaw clenching at just how soaked you truly were.

“I’m gonna show you how good you can feel, Y/N.” He growled, peeling your panties off and stuffing them into his robe pocket for later. You tensed, watching him with uncertainty until the first swipe of his tongue had you melting into the bed.

“Oh, Lucien…” You sighed, the feeling foreign but good. He wrapped both of his arms under your thighs and held them apart so he could feast on you, his tongue darting in and out of your hole before coming back up to your clit.

When he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue you almost jumped in surprise. You heard a small chuckle from him as he repeated the action but this time, this time you moaned loudly.

“Right there, please.” You pleaded, your face flushed with desire and embarrassment. Logically you should be horrified that he would be anywhere near your sex. It was something you had thought was taboo, or at least had been told, but this pleasure he was giving you made it go out the window. You were on a euphoric high.

As he continued you felt something building up inside you. You started to squirm, wriggling your hips and even humping his face which he did not seem to mind at all. The pressure kept building and building and when you tried to pull away to explain, his hands roughly grabbed your ass and kept you still.

“Wait, Lucien, I feel like-” You tried to get out but then he started to suck on your clit, humming softly, and your entire body suddenly seized in pleasure.

“Oh, oh!” You cried out, your core clenching as your hips rose high in the air as Lucien continued to eat you out. He drank every drop of your cum as you rode his face, your head thrown back in the pillows.

It was what you imagined heaven to feel like as he slowed down his licks, pulling away to gaze at you. Your hair was a mess, cheeks pink, eyes wide, and your mouth smiling as you stared up at the ceiling.

“Are you okay?” He asked you, smiling when you rose up to look at him.

“Can we do that again?”

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