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Finding out you have a vibrator — headcanons

a/n: anon <3 request—I think they’d be a little grumpy at first, but then they’d join forces and would be absolutely awful (but in the best way possible 🧡💛)

warnings: smut, blindfold + crying w/ Az, implied oral (f! recieving) w/ Lucien

Rhysand:

“And what’s this?” Rhys asks, a smug note in his voice.

You turn around from where you’d been reorganising your desk, finding your mate reclined on the bed, playing with the familiar looking toy. Heat warms your cheeks, and you stride over to him, reaching for it.

“Don’t go riffling through my things, Rhys,” you snap, leaning to ply the toy from his large palms.

His grin widens, hands instead gripping your hips as he hauls you atop him, bringing you to settle over his hip.

“I thought you liked it when I…explored,” he muses softly, mouth brushing against your own as his palm grazes your spine, having you arch lightly.

“Me,” you murmur, settling into his hold. “When you explore me. Not what’s in my side tables.”

“Is that right?” He drawls, holding down one of the small buttons, until the toy starts whirring faintly. “How about we do a little exploring now?”

“Rhys…” you warn, hand wrapping around his wrist as you eye him warily. “I need to be cleaning my desk. Don’t you dare…”

But he lightly presses the whirring toy to your collar bone, dragging down, guiding the vibrator over your breast, circling your nipple lightly. “Mmhm, I’m sure you’d just love to go back to cleaning right now. Not sitting still and letting your loving mate give you some pleasure.”

Your throat rolls, and he trails the toy lower, guiding you so your legs sit either side his thigh. “You’re so mischievous,” you mutter under your breath.

His smirk widens, pressing another button so the buzzing increases, holding your gaze as he trails the toy lower, then slipping it between your legs and his thigh.

“You love my mischief, wife,” he whispers onto your lips, grinning.

“Just a little,” you murmur breathlessly, the vibrations soaking into your heat, whirring against your clit so deliciously.

His eyes twinkle, and warning bells ring dully in the background.

“Let’s see how much mischief you can take,” he muses, switching the toy to a higher setting.

Cassian:

You flush, trying not to fumble as the vibrator rolls out along with your other toiletries.

“Hm? What’s that for?” Cassian asks, sneaking up on you with surprising grace for someone as large as him, powerful arms wrapping comfortably around your waist, resting his chin atop your head.

“This? Oh, nothing,” you try, forcing a lightness into your voice. In honest you’d been packing in such a hurry you hadn’t checked what had already been in there from your last trip about…five years ago?

“It helps your skin to glow,” you fumble, “it massages a lotion in to help permeate through the…oils…”

“Is that so,” he replies, chuckling lowly, palm flattening over your lower abdomen, his heat sinking in as he lowers himself to nose at your throat.

You nod, breath catching when he begins pressing kisses up your neck, nipping at a spot below your jaw.

His laugh rumbles deep through his chest, having heat pooling between your legs as his hands wander lower.

“You think I don’t know what a vibrator is, sweetheart?” He drawls, lips grazing against your ear, your insides fluttering with the intimacy.

“I do have to wonder why you have something like this, though. Should I be giving you more pleasure?” He asks lowly, thumbing the toy from your hands, guiding it beneath the thin slip of your dress, running the tip over your heat teasingly.

“No, Cass…I’d— I’d forgotten it was even in there,” you answer, fumbling as heat short-circuits your mind, arousal tingling between your thighs.

“Uh-huh, sure you did,” he murmurs, nipping at your ear lightly, pulling your skirts up with his free hand so you can both watch as he presses the toy to your clit, holding the button down to have the rapid pulses zipping through it.

“Cass…” you pant, keeping your arms to your chest, subtly winding your hips against it, already so close to the edge from the sudden turn. How familiar he is with your pleasure.

“You should have brought this out earlier,” he remarks, rolling the toy over your clit, lightly dragging it up at down, shifting the amount of pressure he applies to it.

“You’re in for a long night now.”

Azriel:

“Az…” you mumble breathlessly, tears dripping down your cheeks, saturating through the silky blindfold. “A-Az…please…I can’t—…”

But he shushes you, powerful body curving over yours, chest pressing flush against your bare back, hot palm sliding over your lower abdomen, applying a slight pressure, keeping his hips pressed tight to the backs of your thighs.

“You’re taking me so well,” he murmurs, mouth brushing the side of your neck. “I know you like being good for me. So perfect at it, huh?”

You swallow thickly, whimpering softly, shifting on your elbows as you bite your lip, trying to slowly push back against him. The rope rubs at your wrists, bound comfortably, providing a tight constraint that put you at his mercy.

“Az…” you moan, back curving as you settle your front closer to the bed, breasts pressing into the mattress as you spread your thighs wider, trying to push against him to let him deeper. “Azriel…”

He groans from low in his throat, pulling away from your back as his broad palms settle around your hips, thumbs brushing over the small dips at the base of your spine.

“So good for me, aren’t you?” He praises, drawing his hips back slowly, if only to gently roll back in, using the cultivated muscle contained within his body to hold you against him, skin pressed tight.

“Want to try something else tonight?” He prompts, able to hear the faint smirk in his voice.

You whimper, squirming as you chase the feeling of his cock, how it touches those lovely spots, butterflies fluttering as arousal has your insides spasming with pleasure.

Azriel laughs lowly, chuckling softly as his weight shifts on the bed, your thighs trembling from pleasure, more tears dripping from beneath the blindfold.

“A-Azriel…?” You call weakly as you feel him shifting, stomach coiling with tension at what mischief he’s about to unleash upon you. You’re not sure if you can take it.

“You know, they’re inquisitive things,” he muses, finished reaching to whatever he was after. “Shadows,” he clarifies, trailing something lightly down your spine—…slowly. “You know they like you—want to know more.”

“Azriel…please…” you beg softly, trying to roll your hips against him, squeezing him, pulling him deeper.

“Mhmm? More?” He drawls, that unknown object trailing over your hip as he guides it closer to between your legs.

You flinch as he presses the object just shy of your clit, puffy and swollen from his relentless stimulation, and your breath catches.

“Recognise that, huh?” He murmurs, once again curving over you, chest pressing flush to your back, wings flaring with mutual possession, keeping you tucked away with him. “Feels familiar?”

“Az, wait—”

“Want me to stop?”

You pause, squeezing him, spine curving a little more, and he presses a soft kiss to the side of your throat.

“No…”

Eris:

“Eris? Eris what are you—” You falter, seeing the small, cylindrical object he has between his fingers.

“Would you like to tell me why you have this tucked away?” He asks, raising his fiery eyes to yours with a disapproving look. “…Wife.”

You flush, lips parting as you glance away in embarrassment. “Eris, listen…I—”

“Stay there,” he orders idly, and you pause, teeth pulling at the inside of your lip.

You watch, heart fluttering in your chest as he walks leisurely past your chest of drawers, settling in one of the large chairs of your shared bedroom. All the while heat unspools between your legs.

“Lock the door,” he instructs softly, the order sliding down your spine, making you suck in a small breath.

Without hesitation, you turn, clicking the lock to your shared chambers, feeling excited, ready for whatever he wants to do.

“Come here,” he says, the stance of his legs widening as he settles back in the plush armchair, your spine stiffening as arousal prickles beneath your skin.

You walk over to him, heat warming your body with anticipation as you come to a stop between his parted legs.

He inclines his chin, watching you with hunger in his eyes, arms settled over the rests either side, holding the toy between his thumb and fingers. “Come here.”

Your heart flutters, heat flooding your lower body as you swallow thickly, lip being tugged between your teeth subtly as you put yourself over his lap.

“Eris?” You ask softly, hands starting properly on his broad shoulders, before relaxing into his touch, palms sliding down his front to the hem of his trousers.

“Why did you keep this from me?” He asks, raising the toy to pull your attention to it, keeping his gaze on you.

“I forgot about it,” you answer quietly, trying to hold still in his lap, not wanting to give him further reason to…whatever he has planned.

“Mhmm,” he hums, and your breath catches as his hands settle over your thighs, fingers gradually pulling up the fabric of your dress.

“And when was the last time you used this?” He muses, continuing to move your clothing out of the way.

“Uh…I don’t…I can’t remember…” you mumble, trailing off as his fingers dip beneath the band of your underwear, snapping it against your abdomen in reprimand.

“When was the last time?” He goads, free hand settling over your hip, holding the material up and out of the way.

“I…when you went away,” you answer breathlessly as he pulls your underwear back. “Two months ago…”

Eris hums, thumb stroking over the bare skin of your hip. “Better,” he says, “but you shouldn’t have hidden this, fawn.”

Your hips wind over him, grinding down as that arousal spools between your thighs.

“Eris…please…” you breathe, gazing at him.

“Please what?” He asks, pushing the toy to your clit, having you inhale shakily.

“More…” you ask, fingers pressing into his chest, feeling his heat beneath your touch.

“More?” He repeats, the edge of his mouth sharpening. “You sure about that?”

You nod, gasping when he holds the button down, and you fall against his chest, arms sliding over his shoulders as your thighs part further.

His hands splay against your waist, one brushing between your shoulder blades, holding you close.

“Remember you started this,” he whispers beside your ear, as you wind over his lap. “I’ll decide when to finish it.”

Lucien:

“Lucien…what are you doing?” You ask, coming back to find him sat in his chair by the window that overlooks the garden, book open in his lap, holding the whirring toy to the muscle at the back of his shoulders.

“Hm? This?” He asks, smirking as he holds the toy up. “Isn’t this what it’s for?”

“I…” you fumble, unsure how to reply. You swallow thickly, before holding up the basket of food you’d gotten from the market. “I’m going to put these away,” you excuse, hurriedly moving to the kitchen to unload.

He hums, chuckling as you flee to safer space, setting the basket on the table as you begin sorting your supplies into groups: jams, pastries, drinks, until you get down to the vegetables.

And realise how quiet he’s gone.

“Good haul,” Lucien murmurs beside your ear, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. “Good timing too. I was getting hungry.”

You inhale sharply when he nips at your throat, licking at the length of your throat.

“Lu…” you breathe, heat warming your skin out of habit at the proximity of your mate.

“Hmm?” He muses, chest pressing into your back, bending you over the counter. “What is it?”

“Lu…” you murmur breathlessly, “what are you doing?”

He noses at the space below your jaw, shifting closer to your side as his hand rests at the top of your spine, keeping you bent over as he pulls your skirts up.

“You’ve kept this hidden from me, hm?” He asks quietly, a smug note in his voice as his hand slips between your thighs, pulling your clothing up so it settles at the curve of your back.

“I didn’t intend to…” you murmur, heat flushing your skin beneath his touch. “You’d be mean with it, anyway.”

“I can’t imagine what you’re talking about,” he laughs lowly, “I think I’m lovely to you.”

“Only when it suits you,” you whine, legs parting a little wider as he holds the toy gently to your clit.

“And it’ll suit me very well to be good to you now,” he muses, and you hear the click of the button as he holds it down. “If you’ll be good for me, too.”

“I’ll be good,” you breathe, thighs trembling as the vibrations wash against your clit, sending heat melting through your body. “Just…please, Lu… No teasing.”

“No teasing?” He repeats, chuckling, clicking the button again to increase the intensity of the whirring. A moan is pulled from your lips, head dipping, pressing your face into the crook of your elbow as you pant breathlessly.

He hums, pressing a hot kiss to your throat. “Alright. No teasing.”

You sigh with relief, but then he’s pulling away, kneeling behind you while keeping the toy buzzing against your clit. “But I’m still hungry, Princess.”

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illyrian-dreamer · 8 months

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Our girl – Part 3

Summary: Deeming you unfit for a mission, the Inner Circle have betrayed your trust and shattered your life’s mission to avenge you sister. And the two males you love most were at the centre of it all.

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: Grief/depression

The Spring Court lake had weathered the same depletion as the rest of the state. Empty wooden cabins sat abandoned and unused, the sand had turned grey and the flourishing fruit trees that once aligned it hacked down to stumps. Hybern had drained Spring Court of so much of its natural resource and beauty.

“It’s a disturbing sight, isn’t it?” your uncle muttered, placing two steaming mugs of tea at the table beside you, joining you on the porch. His bark-like skin had weathered and aged since the last time you had seen him, untold sorrows hiding in his deep within the ripples. What atrocities had he witnessed during the war? And what bargains had he had to make to keep his own cabin standing amongst a sea of homes destroyed?

“I’m so sorry Finbark. I should have returned to help you sooner,” you said, your heart clenching as the males eyes warmed with a pain smile.

“I did not write for a reason. I would never want to drag you into this mess,” he said, waving his hand to the desolate land around him. “Not when you were so aligned with an enemy court.”

You raised the mug to your lips, casting your eyes to the lake before blowing on the hot liquid. He was right, you had no business entering Spring Court at a time like that, never mind that you were completely preoccupied with serving your duties alongside Cassian and Azriel. Gods, your heart ached more than it should just at the thought of them.

You cleared your throat quietly, trying not to dwell. “It sparkles the same,” you spoke distantly, distracting yourself. “The lake, I mean. It still sparkles in the way I remember.”

Finbark chuckled, his eyes warming again. “You and Meryl spent so much time in that lake, I remember your parents debating on how they would have to bribe the two of you out of it.”

You forced a smile back, clenching your mug a little tighter.

“It was the same for my cousin’s nephews, they adored playing in the water, they would beg their Aunt to come stay for weeks on end.”

“Whatever happened to them?” you asked, unsure if you could handle the truth.

“Of Alis and the boys?” He paused then, clearing his throat. “They fled to Summer, with some luck and no deniable assistance from your High Lady.”

You had to physically swallow at Feyre’s mention, but the relief was greater to know Finbark’s family was safe. “Well, she’s no longer my High Lady,” you corrected.

“I’m sorry, I don't mean to upset you.”

“Not at all Fin,” you smiled softly before drawing a deep breath. “I know she is a generous and caring ruler, and I’m grateful your family is safe. I only wish I could have done more.”

“I was protected too Y/N. How do you think it is my home is still standing, or that I am here at all? I’m clever, but not that clever,” he winked. “I have no doubt my relation to Alis and your parents kept me well and safe during the war. No wagons found the trail to my home, no one knocked on my door demanding answers or resources, or to pick up a weapon and fight. It was if I didn't exist at all.”

It clicked then – of course. Alis had been Feyre’s maid at the Spring Manor. Feyre had spoken of her so fondly. And you had been so worried for Finbark’s safety, confiding in your High Lady who had merely comforted you at the time, reassuring you that he would be safe. She and Rhys never mentioned their connection, or the magic they spent to keep Finbark hidden. Your heart ached at the reminder of their generosity.

“Y/N?” your uncle waved a rippled hand in front of your face, and you blinked before straightening, drawn back from your thoughts.

Fin sighed with a knowing look. “You don't need to feel guilty about the magic that kept me safe, sweetheart. They wronged you in a very serious way.”

Your eyebrows clenched as you blinked back the sting of tears. “But they are good people Fin, the lot of them.”

Finbark’s hand rested atop of your forearm, his face soft with understanding. “It changes very little, young spark. The damage is all the same.” Your uncle once again waved his hand out to the barren land around you.

You stood now, setting your tea down – you needed to get out of your head. “I will make one more trip to town tonight, there are some homes still without firewood.”

“At this time? You’ve been working since dawn Y/N, why not rest? It’s not as cold tonight.”

But you were already reaching for your axe. The more you moved, the less you would have to think. “It’ll be alright uncle, I’ll return before midnight.”

He didn't say anything further as you sheathed the weapon to your back, heading up the trail to town where the sun had already began to set.

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It had been five months since you had found home in Spring Court.

At first, you found work serving your uncle’s town. Much of the remaining fae had rural upbringing, with little skill to sustain themselves after their farms, once lush with crops and animals, were destroyed.

Word spread quick of help from an outside court, and when you were sure the locals could stand on their own two feet, you began to travel, finding town after town with more fae in need. So began your course, trailing further away from your uncle’s cabin at the border and nearing the centre of the court.

Magic found you easier here too. Whether it was the exhaustion from a hard days worth of work, or that you rarely had a moment to think about yourself, you didn't know.

Soon enough, you learned to summon your sparks, lighting fires in homes in an instant or heating food and teas for the ill. It wasn’t much, but you had never yielded so much control, and didn't remember a day when you hadn't feared your abilities since Meryl’s death. Finbark was particularly delighted when you showed him your new trick, clapping with a cheer, reminding you of why he dubbed you young spark.

So much of Spring Court reminded you of your sister, and while it had never been your home, memories of pleasant holidays surrounded by loved ones seemed to wait at every garden, field or bubbling brook you encountered. You welcomed those memories, letting grief wash over you when it came, using it to fuel your determination to keep on working. Grief was a weapon of kinds, and you were only now learning to yield it. You would build a better world for those who were left behind, just like you.

And over the course of those months, the land around you slowly came to life. Not from your work alone, but as the fae of Spring Court worked together to heal and rebuild, the land began to give back. The grass was greener and more lush now, flowers blossomed instead of dying at the bud, and trees bristled as gentle breezes passed through their luscious leaves. The land wasn’t yet singing, but it began to hum – it was healing, and so were you. And you were sure somewhere out in these lands, so was its High Lord.

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“Damn it Rhys! Let us go!” Cassian slammed his fists on the table, silver cutlery and porcelain plates rattling at the force.

Rhys’s gaze was cold as he glared back at the General. “No,” was all he answered.

Feyre fidgeted with her hands in her lap, her dinner now cold where her knife and fork set at her plate minutes ago when tension began to brew. She knew there would be another fight tonight – neither Cassian or Azriel had taken the order to begin training the new recruits at the House of Wind well. It reminded them too much of Y/N, and they had spent five months furious with both her and Rhys for placing them on court arrest, stopping them from scouting Prythian to find you.

“Feyre, please,” Cassian begged, his brow clenched in anguish.

She swallowed, her heart pulling at his pain. “You know we can't Cass, Rhys gave her his word.” The black ink-like marking on her forearm itched at the mention, the symbol of a cross inside a triangle – a treasure and its whereabouts locked in secret. The mark had appeared the same moment Rhys had promised to not trail your location, an identical mark etched to his forearm too.

As part of that promise, the High Lord and Lady had ordered Cassian and Azriel against anything they could do to find you – there was to be no tracking your scent, no using intel from other courts, and no leaving the Night Court to investigate.

Cassian roared in frustration, throwing his head in his hands, gripping at the roots of his hair. “We only want to know she’s safe. If you care for us at all–"

“Enough Cassian!” Rhys bellowed, night filling every void of the room. Everyone froze.

Rhys pinched his nose, the clouds of his magic lower to a thick fog that covered the floor. “You do not question our care for anyone in this family.”

Azriel spoke then, stiff and stoic from his seat. “It is worth the breach of the bargain you made. We will burden the consequence.”

“It’s not just for the consequence, Azriel,” Feyre answered, meeting the Shadowsinger’s hardened stare. “This was Y/N’s choice. How do you think she will feel knowing we have breached her trust again?”

“I will deal with that after I know she is safe.”

Rhys ran a hand over his face before rubbing at his temples. “As I have said countless times, you will not be granted permission to track her.” Rhys’s power tightened then, yanking on a leash he had kept around the General and Shadowsinger’s necks for months.

“How can you do this to us?” Azriel seethed, knuckles white from where the gripped the table.

“I don't know Azriel. Perhaps the same way I kept Y/N grounded when you ordered her unfit to kill Alvar.”

Azriel stood then, his seat thrown back. “How dare you,” he spat, shadows racing towards the High Lord.

Rhys stood too, night magic clashing with shadows, a fight for dominance. “Calm yourself,” Rhys growled, staring the Shadowsinger down.

Mor sighed, swirling the wine in her glass from where she sat, fingers strumming the table impatiently. “Can we not go a single dinner without it turning to a fight?” she said flatly, before drawing a long sip.

Azriel’s teeth drew back to a snarl as he whipped his head to her. “Since when did you become so heartless?”

Mor stood, levelling her brown eyes at the Shadowsinger. “Don’t be a fool, I care for Y/N just as much as you. But I trust in my High Lord and Lady to dow that is right. When was the last time you exercised that same loyalty you swore to this court?” Mor paused before speaking again. “You’ve become undone, the both of you. And you will unravel this family if you continue down this path.”

Feyre threw Mor a grateful look.

Shadows continued to bulk at Azriel’s frame. “She is our love, Mor. Are we not worthy of her whereabouts?”

“No,” Mor said, her voice flat and cold. “You are not. That is your consequence for holding her too tight.”

Azriel’s nostrils flared, his eyes widening as he recoiled ever so slightly. Cassian could not raise his head from where it still hung in his hands, but for a moment he stopped breathing.

Mor softened then, seeing how deep her words had cut. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice still stern. “But it’s true. And I’m tired of having our family torn apart because of a decision that was her right to make. We have to rebuild what is here, what we have left. Otherwise our family will be ruined, and with it our court.”

Cassian took deep, shaky breaths, trying to hold the anguished cry that begged to be released. He had endured months of restlessness heartbreak, and there was no sign of it easing. It was torture.

Azriel looked back at his brother, knowing that pain, feeling it writhe within himself. Wordlessly, he walked to Cassian, clasping a firm hand on his shoulder and winnowing them from the room.

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It was early one morning after you had set off from your uncle’s cabin, days worth of resources and tools hung from the back of your horse.

The horse was noble, a once well-kept steed that had been abandoned since the war. He had found you in a field, bucking and neighing as you approached. But with a gentle hand to his nose and some soothing commands, he had yielded, reminded of his connection to fae.

Every great steed deserved a name, and it found you instantly – Podie. It was Nyx’s way of saying “pony”, his chubby finger pointed at the array of horses in the stables when you had taken him with your family, the lot of you chuckling at his adorable attempt. Your heart ached as you thought of the child, of how much he must have grown since you had left the Night Court. So you named your horse in his honour, and relished the comfort it was to feel feel that little bit closer to him.

Finbark had waved you off as the sun was rising, and it was only a few hours later when had you entered the trail you had become so familiar with, headed for the next town on your map. The quiet was tranquil in Spring Court, but in that moment even the birds stopped singing, and an eerie sensation swept you over you, the hairs on your neck standing. Podie’s nostrils flared as harsh breaths blew from his snout, his ears twitching nervously.

Something, or someone, was watching you.

You immediately dismounted, not wanting to zap or upset Podie as began power tickling at your skin.

“Who’s there?” you spoke, your heart fastening at the rustle from behind the trees.

For a moment, you thought they had found you, and your heart thundered as you prepared to confront Cassian and Azriel. Would they try to apologise again? Were they here to convince you to return to the Night Court? Perhaps they would go as far to drag you back, kicking and screaming?

Bile rose in your throat as you searched for the peaks of wings or siphons glowing amongst the greenery that rustled. Instead, antlers poked through before revealing narrowed green eyes. Heavy paws padded against the ground as a half-elk, half-lion emerged, prowling towards you.

You startled, fumbling back a few steps, too shocked to find your words. The beast approach, sniffing as sentient eyes scanned you with a knowing look. And as you stared back, you realised quickly who the creature before you was.

Before you could demand it, Tamlin morphed to his fae form, blond hair cropped to his strong shoulders, sharp green eyes fixed on you as he stared you down with a tight jaw.

There was no question of his beauty – Tamlin was incredibly handsome, even with his face fixed with such a stern and threatening stare. He was not cloaked in green as Feyre had often described him, instead he wore brown working pants and a black shirt that were rolled at the sleeves revealing strong, veiny forearms. He was dressed no better than the working class of his court.

“High Lord,” you greeted as you bowed your head, lowering slightly at one knee. This was his court at the end of the day, no matter what he had done to ruin it.

He watched you intently, unspeaking and his face softened ever so slightly, his jaw unclenching only a little.

“Can I help you with something?”

“I’ve come to meet the Night Court emissary who has been assisting in the refuge of my land.” His voice was deep, commanding even after everything he had lost.

“I assure you, I am no longer affiliated with the Night Court. There is no treason to be found here.”

“I know.” He said with a straight face. “I’ve been tracking your work for months.”

You gulped at that. You had hoped to blend in, an anonymous helper with no past and no future.

“Did you think you could enter my court unnoticed?” he questioned, and sharp brown quirking.

You found your eyes narrowing. “From what I was told, your borders had fallen, and your lands used as a place for sanction after the war. I did not think announcing my arrival was necessary, and you were certainly in no position to refuse my aid.”

Tamlin was unmoved at your tone. Instead he ran that pointed green stare down your body and back up again, flicking them to Podie who stood to the side, grazing on some grass, before settling them back on you. “Why?” he asked.

“Pardon?”

“Why have you come to aid my court?”

“I care to help those in need.”

“There are plenty across Prythian in need.” Tamlin was scowling now.

There was a beat of silence between you, only the sound of the heavy breaths that left Podie’s nostrils to fill it.

“What did they do to you?” Tamlin asked. There was no softness in his question.

Now it was your turn to scowl. “I sought your court, High Lord, because I have an uncle who resides by the lake in the south. I knew there was work to be done here, and I had a home at his cabin.”

If your answer satiated Tamlin, he did not let it show, his green eyes continuing to pierce through you. It was a conscious effort not to let your power overcome you in the grasp of his stare.

“Come to my Manor.”

You choked. “Pardon me?”

The High Lord shuffled then, his first natural movement, and you could have sworn a slight blush tinged his cheeks. “My apologies, I’ve spent so much time in my beast form, it’s easy to forget my manners. Please, join me for a meal at my Manor. It’s the least I can do, to thank you for your contributions.”

Your stare on Tamlin harshened. “I did not do it for you.”

Tamlin merely shrugged. “I’m aware. Regardless, I am grateful.”

You had only heard of Tamlin’s Manor through Feyre’s stories, how he had warded the home, trapping her within, hurting her with that uncontrollable rage of his. You had little interest in seeing the place where this occured, a small tether of loyalty to Feyre ignited at the thought.

You may as well have said it out loud, as Tamlin tracked the movements in your eyes before bowing his head.

“The choice is yours, of course.”

You swallowed, observing the male before you. A High Lord would never bow their head for such a thing.

That smallest of behaviours begged so many questions. Was he sorry? Was he ashamed? Was it possible Tamlin had learnt from his mistakes, and had grown to be a better High Lord?

He reminded you so much of the males you once loved – a good heart with mislead direction. If he had shed of his possessive and controlling nature – you craved to see it, you needed to know it possible, even if it was in someone else.

So you realised there was a part of you that wanted to go to the Manor and join Tamlin for an evening, to answer that question alone. You could attend for one meal, just to plug the hole in your heart for a night.

“Alright. I’ll visit your manor,” you said impartially.

Tamlin nodded once. “Is there a time that suits you best?”

You looked back at Podie, waving an arm to the gear and resources strapped to his saddle. “I will spend three days in Rellford to assist with building a new market. With another afternoon of travel I can make it to your Manor in four days time.”

Talmlin nodded again, smiling softly now, the pull of his mouth catching your breath as his handsomeness was further revealed. “I look forward to it, Y/N L/N.” After a low bow, Tamlin was once again a beast, treading away and leaving you to continue your journey.

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You stood awkwardly at the door to the Tamlin’s Manor, your hand hung in the air, unable to make the first knock.

The gate had willed itself open, and you were surprised to see the exterior well kept, almost immaculate. Rhys had described it differently from his last visit, ivy overgrown and no maids or servicemen to be seen. But a stable boy had helped you dismount on arrival, guiding Podie by his reins with a polite bow.

You smoothed out the skirts of your dress, self conscious of the scent of the horse you undoubtedly carried. You wore a humble frock, feminine and loose, one that allowed for a few hours of riding. The countless bold and revealing gowns you had once loved were left behind at the Night Court, they had no place in the new life you were building. With a final shake of your head, you willed yourself to knock on the large arched doors.

But before your fist made contact, the doors swung open, revealing a maid.

“Hello,” she said sweetly.

“H-hi.”

“Come inside.”

And so you did, taking in the impressive home. Natural light poured in from all around, floor length windows cast open as sheers danced gently as the breeze passed through. Tasteful vases of Spring’s finest flowers decorated the space, with countless rooms joining the space and a grand staircase that led to reveal even more of the manor.

The maid lead you to a sitting room, the space just as light an airy, with no door, just an open archway. This was not what you had imagined at all.

“The High Lord is expecting you, but he apologises as he has a meeting that has run over. He won't be too long, but would like to convey his apologies,” she said with pep. “You can wait here, M’Lady. Would you care for something to drink?”

You silently took a seat at the lounge she had waved at, looking behind at the floor to ceiling bookshelves that aligned the room. It was a tasteful room, and you thought you could spend all day he curled up with a good book.

“No, no thank you,” you eventually said, slow to respond in your awe of the house.

With a bouncy courtesy, the maid left you to be.

Standing immediately, you moved to inspect the books, fingering their spines and muttering their titles aloud.

“Flora and Fauna of the Spring Season. How to Care for Roses and Thorns Alike.”

Your ears pricked as two sets of footsteps making their way down the staircase, and deep voices spoke in discussion.

“I would be grateful for the resources Tamlin. And it’s clear you are mending your court. I would be happy to align with you once again.”

You knew that voice – Tarquin.

“I’m glad, and yes, we are making progress. Though it would be insincere of me to accept any credit. I thank the people of my court, and I have had aid from others too.”

The males passed the open archway to the reading room, Tarquin stopping in his tracks.

“Y/N?”

You froze, book still in hand. “Greetings, Tarquin,” you said thickly, barely able to swallow.

Tarquin cast his magnificent blue eyes to Tamlin for just a moment, and you were sure if you had blinked you would have missed it. You glanced at Tamlin too, who showed no sign of discomfort.

Tarquin was quick to recover from his shock, making his way over to greet you, embracing you with open arms and a quick kiss to each of your cheeks.

“I’m sorry to have heard of your departure from the Nigh Court,” he said, blue eyes fixed on you with a warm, sorry smile.

You smiled back softly, rubbing his arms where they held your shoulders. “That is kind, Tarquin. I am sorry too.” You fought the urge to embrace him again – it was so nice to see a friend.

Tamlin waited by the archway, his hands behind his back as he watched your interaction with passive curiosity.

“And how did you find yourself in Spring?” Tarquin asked.

You shrugged. “I have an uncle here, and I wanted to work to help repair that lost in the war.”

Tarquin nodded. “Yes, Tamlin was telling that he was quite impressed with you. And I must say, it’s encouraging to see how much progress has been made.”

You flicked your eyes to Tamlin who remained unmoved. He had credited you to another High Lord? You blushed lightly, shifting uncomfortably on your feet.

“And what of Varian and Cresseida? Are they well?” you skilfully diverted the conversation.

Tarquin grinned. “Varian is well, and Cresseida is engaged.”

“Engaged!” you burst, a smile so wide on your face as you thought of her. She was always a romantic.

“Yes, she’s quite excited, as is the rest of the family. You will keep your eye out for an invitation to the wedding, yes?”

You blushed again – you were unsure how the news would be received by the other High Lords of your leaving, it was nice to know you were still considered you a friend at Summer. “Of course, Tarquin. I would be honoured to celebrate with you all.”

Tarquin smiled at that, before turning back to Tamlin. “What a jewel you have here in your court Tamlin. You won't take her for granted I hope.” You could sense the warning laced in his tone.

Tamlin lowered his eyes slightly, a small gesture, but in the language of High Lords it spoke volumes. Understanding, submission, guilt even. “I wouldn’t dare of it,” he spoke, hands still clasped behind his back.

Tarquin seemed reassured at that. “I must journey back. A delight to see you Y/N, do take care, and come visit whenever you find suitable.”

You agreed to that, watching Tarquin shake Tamlins hand before leaving the Manor.

“I apologise for making you wait,” Tamlin said with a soft smile. He seemed stiff still, and you wondered if he nervous to host you.

You eyed the High Lord up and down. “Not at all. I’m just… a little surprised to have our meetings overlap.”

Tamlin nodded with understanding. “I have nothing to hide Y/N. It is a lesson I should have learned long ago.”

You nodded at that, looping your arm through Tamlin’s outstretched one as he lead you through to on a tour of the Manor.

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The meal with Tamlin was far more enjoyable that you had thought it would be, food and company alike. He did not lead you to a dining room, instead, a small table was set in the balcony overlooking the estate, the warm spring breeze gentle as the sun set over the groomed gardens, rows of trees and flowering bushes tinged with orange from the sunset.

The conversation was awkward at first, Tamlin was nervous, and it didn't help that you headed every comment with caution. But after a few sips of wine, and a few jokes exchanged, it seemed you and the High Lord had much in common.

You felt yourself relaxing, joking and laughing with ease. It was nice to chat and enjoy the company of another, something you hadn’t done since Azriel killed Alvar. You hadn't realised that in throwing yourself in work, you had deprived yourself from any true fun. Perhaps Tamlin had seen that, perhaps that’s why he invited you here.

He hadn't asked or pried of your past, only talking of your work with immense gratitude. And when you told him of your childhood memories in his court, Tamlin beamed with pride, his face fixed with a smile and his posture a little more straight. That of course, lead to the conversation of Meryl.

“And what of your sister?” Tamlin asked. “Where does she reside now?”

“Ah,” you said, before drawing a long sip of wine, taking a moment before you could will yourself to respond. “Unfortunately Meryl was murdered by one of Hybern’s own spies.”

Pain sliced across Tamlin’s face, his green eyes panicked before he bowed his head in shame. “Gods, Y/N. I am so sorry.” Blond strands fell in front of his face, his strong hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Tamlin, it’s alright. It was many years ago, well before the war.”

He looked at you then, his face softening. He knew what you were saying – it was before he allied himself with Hybern. He was not to blame.

“I was a fool to have ever opened my borders to him,” Tamlin said thickly, casting his eyes down.

“I could not agree more,” you replied, before offering him a tight smile. You were certain he regretted many of his choices, but it was reassuring to hear.

“Was your sister’s death how you found yourself as a Night Court emissary?”

You nodded. “That’s right. I was motivated to protect others, and largely driven to avenge Meryl.” Speaking of your past after all that had happened, it seemed to foreign to you now. You no longer knew the girl you were when you had found a home in Velaris.

“It would seem that is still very true,” Tamlin complimented.

“In some ways, yes,” you agreed, unsure if he caught the blush on your cheeks. “But also untrue in others.”

Tamlin waited patiently, but didn't push. The choice was yours to continue.

So you told him of your time at the Night Court, of the decade you had spent training with Cassian and Azriel. You spoke of the extent of your training, and how after a few years friendship had turned to love, and the family had welcomed you with open arms.

Dancing around the details of the Night Court, you were careful not to expose Velaris or other sensitive information – you were not here to damn the court, you were only telling your story.

And as you spoke, Tamlin listened intently without casting judgement, just patiently absorbing your story, nodding where he understood and asking questions where he didn’t. He never pried, nor did he ask for more detail of the Night Court, or of Feyre and Rhys.

Finally, you explained what lead to you leaving your old life behind, how you were betrayed by your loves and wider family, and how your one true shot to avenge your sister was stolen from you.

As you finished, you drew a big breath, and an even bigger sip of wine. You slouched further into your seat, relaxing as you felt free from the weight of bottling your truth for so long.

Tamlin watched you for a moment, before drawing a long breath. “Would you like to know what I think?”

You raised your brows, toying with your glass of wine. “Do tell.”

“I feel you were treated with an utter lack of empathy, and it was cruel to not at least tell you of the mission. I’m sorry that you were hurt in such a way. They are fools to have mistreated you so greatly, and I know this because… not only am I fully capable of such behaviour, but it is so similar to how I had treated Feyre.”

Your eyes went wide at his confession, your brows clenching at the way it made your heart ache.

“I know what it is to love another so fiercely, you stop seeing them as someone, and start seeing them as something. It was a lesson I learned only when I lost everything – my love, my council, my entire damn court. I was vengeful, jealous, and I would have torn the world in half to claim what I thought belonged to me. But I had no one to blame but myself, and I’ve learnt nothing is mine to ever own or control, no matter how much that scares me. In all truths Y/N, I am sickened that so many were hurt and lost for me to learn that lesson, and I’m so sorry that you were hurt for Azriel and Cassian to learn theirs.”

You blinked at Tamlin, swallowing your shock. “That is… a very honest confession.”

Tamlin gave you a tight smile before shrugging. “Honesty is all I have.”

You returned his smile, extended a hand to rest on his forearm. “If you ask me, honesty and trust are the only true currency of this life.”

Tamlin raised his brows then, whether he was shocked by your words or by your touch you couldn't tell. His green eyes met yours, sincerity swarming as he held you in a soft gaze. “Fae like you have known that all along though. And it is males like me who hurt those infinitely wiser, like you.”

You chuckled then. “I’m not perfect Tamlin, far from it. I think all we can do is try to be better, and work to ensure we don't hurt those that we love through our imperfections.”

Tamlin’s eyes warmed. “I think you’re right,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

And maybe it was the wine, or the way your heart swelled at the honestly and sincerity of his confession, but all of the fibres of your being begged you to lean a little closer, to bask in his warmth and comfort, and even press your lips to his.

With a flick of his eyes to your lips, you knew Tamlin felt the same draw to you. He placed a large hand over your own that rested on his forearm. “Y/N, you must know I didn't invite you here to… disrupt, or interfere with–"

“I know,” you interrupted him, smiling softly.

Tamlin paused, eyes darting between yours. “Your company has been a delightful surprise. But I would hate for you to regret–"

“My life in the Night Court is behind me Tamlin. I have built a life of my own, and this is the path I choose.”

Tamlin moved then, a large hand coming to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek and he gave you a pained look, as if physically trying to restrain himself. “I don't mean to lecture the more wise,” he said softly. “But if you feel that I can change or grow or learn from my mistakes, don’t you believe Azriel and Cassian can too?”

Your eyes fluttered close, your brow pulling at the weight of his question. “I suppose.”

“And if they have changed, or at least try to, do you think that you might want to forgive them?”

You opened your eyes, holding Tamlin’s gaze with a serious expression. “Forgiveness is one thing. But I will never return to the life I had with them Tamlin, not like that. Too much has happened.”

“Hmm,” Tamlin hummed thoughtfully. He waited a moment, green eyes drinking in your face, scanning your features delicately as you blushed, closing your eyes again to bare the intensity.

When Tamlin spoke again, his tone was a lot more assured. “I can see you have are still in the thick of processing what has happened, Y/N. And for that reason alone, it would be improper to kiss you right now, despite how much I want to.”

You were frowning as you opened your eyes, finding a sorry smile planted on Tamlin’s face.

“You’re a cruel High Lord,” you joked flatly, returning the pained smile and holding the hand he kept to your face.

“I’ll work on that,” he chuckled, pulling both your hands in his before kissing them.

“Come,” he said, standing from his chair and offering you his hand. “I’m yet to show you the gardens.”

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“Coming!” Amrin barked at the third rapping on her door, the knocks growing more impatient. Slinking into a silver silk robe, she opened the door to reveal Cassian and Azriel, their cheeks more hollow and bags even darker than the last time she had seen them a few weeks ago.

“Gods, you both look awful,” she said plainly before walking further into her apartment, not checking to see if they followed.

“Where the hell have you been?” Azriel grumbled.

“Working from home, if you will.”

“Why?” Cassian asked defensively.

“You know the answer, brutes. All of that fighting and tension, it gives me a headache.”

Azriel scowled, crossing his arms across his chest, shadows stretching across Amren’s apartment with familiarity.

“You’re sensitive at the best of times,” Cassian bit back.

“Why are you here?” Amren spoke plainly, sounding bored by their presence.

Cassian approached Amren while Azriel lingered back. “Help us,” Cassian said.

Amren scoffed. “You know I can’t, boy.”

Cassian’s brows clenched before he moved to his knees, squatting in front of Amren as she lounged in a chair. “Please, Amren, do you have anything? Information from an outside court, or a lead on her whereabouts?”

Amren levelled her silver eyes with his brown ones. “Why do you torture yourself with such questions? Y/N is quite capable of taking care of herself, you know.”

“C’mon Cass, let’s just go,” Azriel said tightly from behind. From the tension in the room, it was hard to remember they were serving the same throne.

“You want my advice? The both of you need to be patient. If it takes her an eternity to forgive you, then so be it. There is nothing you can do to force that.”

“We can't just switch it off Amren, it doesn't work like that.”

“The Illyrian possessiveness, or the hopelessly in love part?” Amren mocked. “Y/N is mending herself, and I applaud that. I suggest you take a page from her book and start to do the same.”

Azriel had already stalked for the door when Amren started to mock, but she called him a few paces shy. “Whatever you took, I suggest you leave it behind,” she said, her tone almost playful.

Azriel froze, before letting go of a gold piece of card, the paper fluttering to the floor as he and Cassian stalked out, slamming the door behind them.

“What was that?” Cassian asked with a whisper.

Azriel hushed him, nodding as he walked forward, waiting until they had made it a few streets from Amren’s home.

“A wedding invitation. For Creseida.”

Cassian’s eyes light up. “Do you think–?”

“Perhaps, but I don't think we’d be welcomed company if Y/N does attend. Rhys and Feyre will surely keep us here.”

“So we keep our walls up. We won’t disclose to know of the wedding, and that way the bargain will never be broken.”

Azriel nodded. “The only risk is Amren, should she mention that I saw the invitation.”

Cassian sighed, running his hand through his long hair. “I sure as hell hope she can keep her mouth shut.”

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Part 4>>>>

AN: Omgosh, you guys have been so so patient with this part, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I sincerely hope you liked it, it was so much fun to introduce Tamlin and explore the way he might be healing after the war. Not to mention writing a few wins for our reader?? She deserves it.

Also how the Inner Curcle is just falling to shit without her 💅🏼 I so look forward to exploring the TEA at this wedding.... I always want to know what you guys think, so feel free to drop a comment, and if you'd like to join my general tag list, or just for Our Girl, drop a comment too :) Thank you always for your support <3

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Hey it’s the anon that had the nightmares. Headcanons about dealing with nightmares would be absolutely amazing if you’re up for it, thank you so much. You truly have no idea how much you’ve helped me 🥺

Of course dear!!! Here you go!!! (sorry this took so long sweetheart)

Edit: This ask has been sitting in my drafts for months and I am so sorry I didn't post it until now. Writers block and general insecurity does crazy things to me.

How the Bat Boys would help you with your nightmares!

Rhysand

Okay, the thing about Rhys is that I think he remains fully aware of your presence at all times, even in his sleep. He can feel you next to him, your body pressed against his, your heart beat thumping at his side, the weight of your head on his shoulder, he can feel it.

He also, is very in tune with your emotional state. Maybe it has to due with your mating bond, but tbh, I think his love for you has brought him a number of powers that allows for the deepest sort of connection to you. He can feel the emotions that you feel. It can go as far as Rhys feeling the roof of his mouth ache when you burn your mouth from drinking too hot tea, it can go as far as him feeling like someone has poked him hard when he is entirely alone in his office (when it is Cass who is poking at you, whining at you to share your summer imported mandarain oranges with him) and if Rhys really sits on it, he can also feel your mixed emotions of amusement and teasing towards Cass in that moment.

So I think that if you were having a nightmare, Rhysand would know. He would feel your heart racing from fear, it would make his own stutter. He would feel the panic pumping through your veins, and it would nearly send him into a frenzy.

Rhys would be awake, shushing your tired whines, and peppering the softest kisses all over your face to slowly ease your mind. The high lord of night would absolutely slip into your mind like butter, easing all the fired up neurons that have built up from your nightmare, slowly detangling the knots of emotion twisted inside your mind without waking you. He would pull you impossibly close, his heart beating against yours, his hands tangled in your hair, rubbing at your scalp, and naturally, you tuck your forehead into his neck, a quiet sigh leaving your once quivering lips.

Your nightmare would have dissolved without your knowledge, and you would be lulled into a dreamless sleep with your mate holding you close, his warm cheek resting on your head with one hand resting at the back of your neck and the other hand stroking up your spine, protecting you from anything and everything, even your own mind. You would wake up without any memories of the nightmare, and if I am being honest, Rhysand wouldn't want to remind you of it either, so he keeps this part of his duty towards you to himself.

Cassian

I am not gonna lie, this male is a heavy sleeper. He is dead to the world once his head hits the pillow. And he freaking snores too. Actually, he is famous for how loud he snores. Cassian can be heard snoring from across the house of wind. And initially, it was really hard for you to fall asleep to. In fact, you would force Cass to stay awake until you fell asleep because you just could not with his snoring.

And now?? Now this fucking male has you unable to fall asleep without his snoring. You need his heated, and I mean this male is a literal furnace, nearly naked body beneath you, with his burly arms wrapped tight around your waist, with your head pressed against his male tits, your legs tangled with his, in order to fall asleep. The snoring has become its own sort of white noise to you, and without it?? You will stay up the entire night and be extremely grumpy the next morning, often resulting in the back of Rhysand's head getting smacked for his taunting. (if Cass is out on a mission for longer than a day or two, Rhys actively avoids you for fear that you will end up choking him for sending his general away. Not that that has ever happened before.... nope... never................)

So. On good nights, you are usually snoozing it away with your hunk of a male, and you end up waking up to a lovely "surprise" poking at your tummy and a male who is too turned on by you to be ashamed in the slightest.

On bad nights though, on nights where you worry about Cassian, on nights where all of your fear of losing your loving mate culminates into nightmares, don't ever doubt that Cass wouldn't be there for you. Cassian is the general of the night court of a reason. He, like Rhys and Az, has been trained, for centuries, to be aware of his surroundings, even in his sleep. So while he might sleep heavy, his body are attuned to taking note of his environment, and that means, his body and his bond is focused on you throughout the night.

So he does wake up to you tensing, to your quickened breathing, to your restlessness, immediately too. His eyes would snap open, with his arm around your waist firm and tight, his other automatically reaching for the dagger he has hidden under his pillow, looking out for any signs of immediate danger to you. Not to himself. To you. His instinct does not edge towards self preservation. It hasn't since he met you. His instinct is to protect you at all costs.

Once he realizes that there isn't any physical threat that is causing your distress, his attention goes back to you, an ache burrowing itself in his chest as he notices your hand is clenching into a fist against him, as he notices your face is screwing up in fear, as he notices your body shaking. His mouth drys at the sight of you looking so scared, and he wouldn't be able to help himself.

Cass would murmur quiet reassurances, rubbing at the space between your shoulder blades and planting kisses onto your furrowed brows, "wake up sweetheart, s'jus a nightmare" and "shhh, I got you love, I'm here" and "s'okay baby, you're fine" and "c'mon, that's it, that's my girl, wake up f'me beauty"

When you wake with a start, he hushes your cries and pulls you in even closer. He would turn you both onto your sides, your front melding against his with his arm tucked under your head and around your hip with his leathery paper thin wings shield you both from the outside world. It's this warm cocoon that he forms around you where you spend the rest of the night and into the early morning.

At first, you would apologize for waking him up so early, knowing that he has training in the morning with Az and the others, but he dismisses that immediately, stressing to you that his only concern, at this time and forever, is you. He would stay awake with you, attentively listening to your ramblings about your nightmare, playing with the ends of your hair while you tell him all your secret fears. And he would kiss you and promise to protect you no matter what, and he would promise to keep you safe. Eventually, you would end up falling asleep, the closeness of your mate, his gentle breathing, and the warmth he brings relaxing you enough to a dreamless rest. And Cass, the ever diligent and loving male, would stay awake for the rest of the morning, skipping out on training to watch over the love of his life and make sure that you don't have any other nightmares.

In the morning, after you wake up feeling rested, Cass would finally let you go, a soft kiss to your lips and a wink in goodbye, only to come back within ten minutes, bringing you some warm, fresh chai that he made for you with some oatmeal that you both share in bed together. You spend the rest of the day cuddled up with your mate with slow and sweet love making, hushed oaths to each other to protect one another, and long naps in between.

Azriel

Azriel is a completely attuned to you. And so are his shadows. He has one that you have noticed that constantly follows you around, that learns every single thing about you to report back to its master. And then there are a couple that you haven't noticed. Ones that stay hidden in the darkness with full intent to take care of anything that puts you in harms way. And it stays that way always, regardless of the timing.

So at night, when your heart rate jumps, your blood pumping through your veins, your eyes furrowing shut too tightly, the slightest bit of sweat breaking out on your skin, they are the first to notice. And they are the quick to notify their master about it, hurridely slithering to his ears to wake Az so he can help you.

Azriel would initially try to soothe you in your sleep, his heart aching at the thought of you being afraid of something he can't control. A quick command to his shadows has the curtains to your balcony eased apart, the light from the moon and stars beaming in through the large glass doors. His scarred hands would stroke at your cheeks ever so gently, your mating bond humming at the barely there touch. Az wouldn't hesitate to place his lips in the space between your brows, moving from one soft edge of your face to the next with small pepperings of kisses.

He would thumb at your edge of your jaw, the calloused tip of his finger reminding you in your sleep that he is there. That he didn't leave sometime in the night. That he would never leave. That he would always be there to protect you. To care for you. To love you. He knows that you have your own traumas that you deal with, and he wants you to feel in control of your problems. Nightmares... they make you feel out of control. And he is there to give the power right back to you.

Most nights, Azriel's simple touch is enough to soothe you. I'm ngl, it does stroke his pride a little (a lot) that he is able to calm his mate with just the touch of his hands. With something that he used to keep hidden behind his back when he talked to others, something that he would cover up from the shame of his past, something that he feared would one day lead to a disgusted look on your face. And on those nights that his touch is enough, once you are settled, he pulls you closer to him, tucking his arm around your waist and wrapping one of his large wings around both of your figures, burying his face into your neck so he can fall back asleep to the feel of your pulse against his skin.

On the nights where the nightmares are just too much, where you are too deep in the dream that you can't feel anything but the fear, Azriel will wake you. He loathes the thought of disturbing your sleep, he hates that you will most likely not feel rested in the morning, but his heart shatters into the tinest pieces when he can feel the end of your mating bond crying out for him in your sleep. So he lays a firm hand on your forehead, his other hand rubbing at your shoulder, tenderly shaking you awake: "wake up my love, it's alright," and "you're fine my sweet girl, I'm here," and "I promise I'll always be here my dove, now be a good girl for me an wake up"

He would hush you as you startle awake, the jolt of your body causing him to wrap his arms tightly around you with mumbled, "that's it, there's my starshine" and "s'okay moon, it was just a bad dream" and after a good long while of him calming you down, he would whisper into your hair with a final kiss to the top of your head, "c'mon love, let's get you something to drink."

Azriel wouldn't let you lift a finger or a toe for that matter. Male would take your comforter and wrap you up like a burrito and then carry you all the way down to the kitchen where he settles you onto the counter, sending you the most beautiful, tired smile while he makes you some chamomile tea. He would be slow in each of his steps, the small smile on his pretty lips never leaving his face as he feels your gaze watching his every movement. He adores doing things like this for you. He craves doting on you. He thinks you are his treasure. A gift from the mother herself. And he plans to make sure you feel that way, all the time, forever, until you and him only exist as stars in the night sky.

A/N: 😫🫠🥲 Sorry this was a bit repetitive, but I hope you liked it ❤️❤️❤️

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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Want Them Both

Azriel x Cassian x reader

A/n: another thought that wouldn’t leave my brain, enjoy!

Warnings: slight angst and then fluff

You had definitely had far too much faerie wine. What gave it away was how hard you were just crying on Feyre’s shoulder as she comforted you. The predicament you were in was killing you.

The mating bond had snapped for you and Azriel which made you both extremely happy. You had been close for forever and had always had a stupid crush on Azriel. When he felt the bond Azriel had told you how happy he was that the Mother and the Cauldron gave him his best friend to hold forever.

In the middle of the happiest day of your life something else happened that confused you. You had ran into Cassian coming out of Rhys’s office and as soon as you made eye contact the bond reached out to him, snapping for both of you. Cassian tried to hug you but you had ran.

You felt his hurt and confusion down the bond. You know you owed him an explanation but you were scared. As much as you love Azriel you couldn’t deny your feelings for Cassian as well. You’re so lost and confused. You don’t think you’d be able to pick just one of them.

You wouldn’t be able to break off the bond with one and keep the other. It would crush you knowing one of these sweet males was suffering while you were happy with the other. That’s why you were crying to Feyre now.

She had coaxed the story out of you after a few glasses of wine. Now you’re too exhausted to even think anymore. Leaning back on the couch with a huff you slap your hands over your eyes. “What do I do Feyre,” you groan out.

“I want both of them but what if they both don’t want me?” Your on the verge of tears again at the thought of your two crushes not wanting you. Feyre rested a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Oh honey, don’t say that. They’d be so lucky to have you.”

While you couldn’t see her Feyre was calling out to Rhys. He was currently in his office mediating the mating conversation between Cassian and Azriel. “Are you almost done. I think y/n needs to see them.” “We’re on our way.” “What happened?” “You’ll see in a moment, darling.” Feyre rolled her eyes at the smirk in his voice.

You were half asleep on Feyre when Cassian and Azriel came into the sitting room. Az was kneeling in front of you rubbing your knee while Cass laid a hand gently on your cheek, wiping away your tears. “Hey sweetheart. Why don’t we get you to bed yeah?” Cass whispered.

You nodded against Feyre’s shoulder and Azriel scooped you into his arms. By the time they got you to your room you were already asleep. Az set you down on your bed and you jolted awake. You didn’t feel fully awake though. Everything around you felt a bit hazy, like a dream.

“Sorry y/n/n, we didn’t mean to wake you.” Az said, trying to lay you back down. “S’ok,” you mumble out. “Can I have my sleep shirt?” “Yeah baby.” Cassian opened one of your dresser draws pulling out a large black shirt that used be Azriel’s.

He smiled at it while handing it over to Azriel so he could dress you. Once you were all tucked in and they both said goodnight, you stopped them before they left. “Please stay,” you looked up at them with tired doe eyes. And they couldn’t say no to you. They climbed into your cramped bed with you squished comfortably between them.

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Waking up the next morning your hands went to rub your throbbing head. You vowed to never drink faerie wine while crying again. You’d have to thank Feyre for putting up with your dramatics and getting you to bed.

You tried to roll over but found it impossible thanks to the wall of muscle caging you in on either side. Your eyes fly open, finding the two males you were crying over last night cuddling you. You thought that was a dream.

Your heart started pounding which caused your mates to wake. You tried to calm down as two pairs of beautiful, soft hazel eyes looked up at you. “Y/n/n it’s ok,” Az coos at you, “it’s ok.” He rubs a scarred hand on your back trying to calm you.

“Do you both know?” “We do.” Cass says. You take in a shaky breath as your anxiety started to get worse. Your eyes screwed shut, trying to make this all go away. “I’m sorry.”

Azriel and Cassian look at each other confused. “What are you sorry for baby?” Az asks, worry clear in his voice. “For not telling either of you. I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Oh baby,” now it was Cassian’s turn to comfort you, “it’s ok, you must’ve been so confused. I know we were, but we talked it out and we want to know how you feel. You don’t have to tell us now, take your time. We’re here when you’re ready.”

You open your eyes again to take in their loving gazes. “I do have feelings for both of you. And I want to be with you both. If that’s what you want.” You nervously played with your fingers, waiting for their response.

“We want you too, y/n.” Cassian said with a bright smile. You let out another shaky breath, silver lining your eyes. You didn’t know you had tears left to cry after last night. You wrapped an arm around each of them, pulling them closer to you and they hugged you back. You’re mates.

You’re mates. You smile at the thought of both of these males being yours. “I love you both so much.” “We love you too baby.” Azriel whispered, kissing your head. You pulled back wiping at the tears that escaped your eyes.

“I’m sorry you guys were squished in my bed last night,” you laugh out. “Oh, we were fine sweetheart. But let’s sleep in one of the bigger beds from now on.” Cassian pinched your cheek teasing you. “Let’s get you some breakfast and something for that headache.”

You nod as he scoops you up this time. Comfortably in Cassian’s arms your mates bring you down to the kitchen. Ready to start this new journey with you.

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Cabin shenanigans

(Bat boys x f!reader)

Summary:

Where a game of “truth or strip” with the bat boys at the cabin, leads to a bit more…

Warnings:

18+, SMUT, oral giving!receiving, shower $ex

Mentions of alcohol

Nudity

Tropes

Poly!bat boys

Friends w benefits

Note:

Aaahhh this is my first time writing smut, so please be kind🙏🏼. I LOVE reading poly bat boys fics, like just being worshipped by all of them😩. Living my fantasy out. Also it’s mostly just reader being absolutely spoiled by them;)

Enjoy x

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Y/n

I take a sip of my drink as I lounge on one end of the couch.

“Why don’t we do something more exciting?” Cassian suggest from where he sits in an arm chair across from me.

“Like what Cass?” Rhys asks looking at him questionably.

He’s sitting on the other end of the couch I’m in, also drink in hand.

“Like truth or dare” he suggests.

“That’s so boring” I whine.

“Yeah I agree with y/n. Isn’t there something a bit more…spicier?” Azriel asks from where he’s also sitting in an arm chair.

Me, Cassian and Rhys all raise our eyebrows at him, as he isn’t exactly the one to suggest these kind of things.

“What did you have in mind Az…” Rhys questions him.

“I don’t know…like maybe…dare or…strip?” He suggests.

I choke on my drink, and Cassian is just grinning widely. Of course he is. Rhys is smirking a little.

“Did you say strip?” I ask for confirmation.

“What? Are you a coward y/n?” Cassian asks me, raising his eyebrow.

I throw a pillow at him, and the other two just snicker.

“Fine I’m in” I say, chugging the rest of my drink.

Then I refill it to the top. I’m gonna need a lot of alcohol if I’m gonna be able to not get flustered.

“Okay I start” Cassian says.

“Rhys I dare you to fly around the mountains utterly naked…or strip” he smirks at Rhys.

“I do not wanna get up right now…so I guess I’ll have to lose something” Rhys answers as he puts his glass down.

Then he moves to remove his shirt, leaving him bare chested. He could have removed anything else. Seriously?

My gaze drops to his muscular torso covered in Illyrian tattoos.

“You’re drooling y/n” Cassian says, and I close my mouth that has unintentionally dropped wide open.

“Fuck you Cass” I say, flipping him off.

“It’s alright darling. Nothing you haven’t seen before right?” Rhys asks me and I roll my eyes at him.

Again he chuckles.

“Okay my turn. Cassian I dare you to…make out with Azriel” I say smirking at him.

“Say less” Cassian says as he heads over to Az and grabs his face to smash their lips together.

Azriel tumbles back but Cassian goes all the way in. I see how incredibly hungry the kiss is. Cassian is devouring him.

“Okay that’s good Cass. Looks like Az has had enough” Rhys comments.

I just smile to myself and take another sip of my drink.

As Cassian finally pulls away, Azriel seems very shocked and flustered. But not surprised. Cassian has been obsessed with him for years.

“Y/n let me ask you one” Azriel says, directing his attention to me.

“Alright” I say, putting my glass down.

“I dare you to tell us who you find the most attractive out of the three of us” he finishes.

“That is cruel” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

“It’s the game. Do it or strip” he shrugs.

I can’t answer this question. Simply because I do not know the answer. I’ve known them since I was a child. And I find all of them equally attractive.

I don’t say anything as I just remove my socks.

All three of the boys give me an annoyed look, and I quirk an eyebrow at them.

“What?” I ask.

They don’t even answer.

“I removed a piece of clothing didn’t I?” I say knowingly before taking a large sip of my drink again.

“Alright sweetheart. Let me ask you another” Rhys says as he looks at me.

“It’s Azriel’s turn” I protest.

“I’ll do it after you” Azriel says, as I curse him for letting Rhys ask me another.

I turn my attention back to Rhys and he gives me a slight smile.

“I dare you to take off your sweater” he smirks knowingly.

“What? That’s not fair. You’re cheating” I whine as the others just grin at me.

“Do it or take off another piece of clothing” Cassian tells me, and I roll my eyes again.

So I decide to just take off my sweater, leaving me in my bra and sweatpants.

Now it’s their time to gawk. All their eyes trail over my chest, and my lace black bra.

“Hey eyes up here dickheads” I snap at them.

They live their gazes up to meet mine and I can’t help but blush a little.

“Alright Az…I dare you to…leave a hickey on Rhys’s neck” I say with a mischievous smile.

Rhys seems every eager to this dare, but Azriel just takes his shirt off instead. Now he is also bare chested. Just great.

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I am now only in my underwear and so are the three Illyrian males.

“I say we stop here, before it goes too far” I suggest, as I don’t need them to see me naked.

Cassian has the audacity to whine, and I roll my eyes at him.

“Why don’t we go out in the snow instead?” Rhys suggest and I just look at him weirdly.

“It’s freezing” I say.

Azriel just smiles smugly. Then Cassian grins as well.

They all look at each other, communicating somehow before they turn to me.

“What. You’re scaring me” I question them all.

Then Cassian moves over to me, lifting me up under my arms. Rhys moves forward and grabs a hold of my legs and I immediately protest.

I kick my feet and slap my hands in the air, but they don’t seem to even notice.

Then they walk me outside into the dark cold and throw me into the snow. Azriel following close behind.

“Fuck!” I yell as the ice cold snow hits my skin. I immediately get up to rid myself of it, but I’m already soaked in it. Even my hair.

“You bastards. You’re so dead” I say as I lean down to make a snowball.

As they notice I do this, they start to make their own.

I throw mine right at Rhys’s chest, and he looks at me wickedly. Fuck.

Then I’m bombarded with snowballs hitting me, as I run away screaming.

“No fuck- stop- I’m sorry- don’t- please” I manage to get out in attempts to run away.

I don’t notice Azriel as he wraps his large arms around my middle, lifting me up.

“No…Az…” I warn him, but then Cassian smashes a snowball onto my head.

I let out a moan of pain. That makes them stop what they’re doing immediately.

Then Azriel lets me down, but keeps his hands on my bare stomach.

“I’m not staying out here, it’s fucking freezing” I say as I manage to get out of his grip, and run inside the cabin again.

I hear several footsteps following me inside, as I head into the sauna.

I perch myself on one of the benches on the second step and close my eyes at the heat.

Then I hear a door opening, and immediately smell their intoxicating scents.

They all settle beside, in front, and behind me. Then I open my eyes.

Cassian is at my right side. Rhys is in front of me, his back facing my legs. And Azriel is behind me, his legs spread out beside my frame. Making my upper body stay trapped in between his strong calves.

“Hello princess” Cassian says as he tucks some hair behind my ear.

“Hello Cass” I answer him nonchalantly.

He moves his fingers from my ear, down to my shoulder, and then down my arm, along my sides resting it at my bare thigh.

I close my eyes again, trying to not pay too much attention to the three muscular Illyrians sitting around me.

Suddenly I feel a few fingers in my hair, playing with some strands. Azriel.

I lean my head back to give him more access. And he immediately takes it. He starts to rub at my scalp, massaging it. That earns him another moan from me. But one of relief.

Again all of them freeze in time, like they’ve seen death.

I open my eyes yet again, to find them all staring at me.

Rhys has turned his head around and is gawking at me. I can feel Cassian’s piercing stare from beside me. And Azriel’s gaze I can always feel. But also the fact that his hands have stopped moving.

“What is it? Why’d you stop Az?” I question him, as I turn my head around to look at him.

“You need to stop making those sounds” he says sternly.

“What sounds” I ask genuinely confused.

“Those moans of yours darling. They’re insufferable” Rhys says from in front of me.

I turn my face to him.

“It felt nice. Azriel’s hands” I clarify.

“I bet they felt extremely nice” Cassian says grinning.

I turn to him this time.

“What do you mean Cass?” I ask him innocently.

He starts to move his hand on my thigh, higher, very fucking slow.

“I mean y/n. That if you’re going to make those beautiful sounds. You shouldn’t be surprised by what that does to us” he explains, his gaze darkening with hunger.

As his hand reaches my inner thigh, right where my hip meets the top, I draw in a sharp breath.

I feel something in my stomach heating at his touch.

“What do you mean” I repeat, even though it’s not really a question.

“Look down” he answers with a sly smirk, and I do.

I look right down to his huge boner. Fuck me. He’s hard as steel. From one little moan from me?

I can’t help but gawk at it, my mouth falling open, and my lips parting. I feel my mouth dry out, at the look of it. I can’t even see his cock, but I know it’s big, from his undershorts.

“You gonna take care of that darling?” Rhys asks from, still in front of me, his hand now slowly up my other leg.

Azriel’s hand has started to move down the side of my face, towards my neck.

I choke on my spit.

“I uhm…what…I thought we were just…I should go to bed” I manage to get out, sprinting to my feet.

But as I hit the floor, Rhys wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me down onto his lap. Right onto his own hard erection. What the actual fuck.

My back is in touch with his chest, and my hands go to his thighs as a reaction to steady myself.

Then his nose moves to brush against my neck and ear, and he leans in to whisper lowly.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?”

I don’t even answer him, as his mouth trails over the sensitive skin of my neck.

I let out a moan again. But this time of pleasure.

“Fuck y/n. I said stop doing that” Azriel groans form behind us.

“She can’t help it Az. My mouth feels to good on her skin” Rhys answers him.

Then out of instinct, I turn around, grounding myself on Rhys’s lap, my thighs draping over his own, and my hands curving around his neck.

He lets out a breath of surprise, but places his palms on my hips anyways.

Then I lean down to his mouth, so that they’re brushing against his barely.

“I really should go to bed…” I whisper.

“You’re not going anywhere love” he whispers back, before smashing his lips onto mine.

I smirk as I kiss him roughly back, my hands immediately tangling in the base of his hair.

I roll my hips into his, and he lets out a feral growl.

“Fuck y/n…”

I let out a moan myself, our mouths parting slightly.

But he pushes my hips forward, repeating the action, earning another moan from both of us.

As I keep grinding my hips into his, I throw my head back, my mouth falling open.

He takes that as an opportunity to smash his lips onto my neck, sucking and biting at my skin.

“Fuck Rhys…” I moan slightly as he leaves a love bite on my neck.

“My name sounds so good coming from your lips darling…” he speaks into the skin of my neck, as he continues to leave marks.

As Rhys devours me, my hips still moving into his, I open my eyes to meet Cassian’s gaze.

He’s eyeing me with hunger. His expression says nothing but lust, and he tilts his head to look at me properly.

I keep eye contact with him, as he moves slowly towards me and Rhys. He settles down on the bench beside us, his right coming in touch with both of ours.

With that Rhys withdraws from my neck and turns his head to the side to see Cassian.

“Couldn’t wait could you Cass?” Rhys asks him.

“I want my name to roll of her tongue as well…” he answers keeping his gaze on me.

My arms are still draped around Rhys’s neck, my fingers playing with his hair. Rhys is now rubbing soothing circles on my waist unconsciously.

“Then you’re gonna have to put that mouth to other use Cassian” I speak up, and both their gazes snap to me.

“You sure you’d want that princess?” Cassian quirks an eyebrow at me.

I roll my eyes at him, and move his hand to my thigh. Rhys just smiles knowingly.

“Why don’t you get comfy on Rhys’s lap sweetheart?” Cassian asks me as he moves off the bench.

I do as he says, and turn around again, my back facing Rhys’s chest. Cassian moves to the ground in front of me, kneeling in between me and Rhys’s thighs.

I feel two large hands wrap around my waist, holding me tightly. I lean my head back into Rhys’s neck, and he gives my cheek a loving kiss.

Then I feel Cassian’s hands trail up my legs smoothly. My own hands move to Rhys’s on my waist, clasping them on top of his.

The hands on my legs move further up, tracing the inside of my thighs. I inhale a sharp breath.

Then one of Cassian’s hands traces the outline of my underwear, and I whimper.

“Shh darling…Cassian hasn’t even started yet” Rhys says comfortingly into my ear.

Then Cassian pulls back, tying his hair up in a bun. Cauldron boil me.

My legs instantly spread wider as a response and he grins widely.

“You’re gonna have to remove this pretty little thing” Rhys says again, as he moves a hand to my underwear.

I only lift my hips in response and Rhys drags them right off me and onto the floor.

Cassian’s mouth drops open, and he stares.

“Cauldron you have a beautiful cunt. And it’s already so drenched” he speaks as he moves closer.

His hands land on my thighs, keeping my legs wide apart. And then his tongue latches onto my slick folds.

I throw my head back into a loud moan, as he drags his tongue through them.

“You taste so good…” he growls into my wet cunt, and I grab into Rhys’s hands.

Rhys just kisses my neck in response, leaving even more love marks.

Then Cassian’s tongue slides into me, and I moan again.

He swirls it inside my cunt, lapping and sucking kisses onto it. Then his fingers join in, once circling itself around my clit.

“Cassian…” I moan into the open, my nails digging into his hair.

His tongue continues to play with my drenched cunt, as his finger circles my clit. I feel heat building up in my core.

My hands tangle themselves into Cassian’s hair as he pushes a finger into me.

That makes me push his head further into me, earning me a feral growl from him.

As I keep pushing his face into my dripping cunt, he lets out several vibrating groans.

I feel myself closing around him. Only a few more moments now.

Rhys notices my squirming and decides to place a hand onto my clothed bra. Running his fingers over my peaked nipples, I let out a moan.

Cassian keeps pushing his face further into me, his finger curling and twisting inside me. The other circling my sensitive bud in a rapid motion.

“I can’t hold it-“ I whimper, as my thighs start shaking.

“Soak his face darling…” Rhys motivates me, as Cassian grips harshly onto my thighs.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my skin, surely leaving bruises. But I don’t care.

I don’t care at all, as I let myself go freely. My whole body twitching with pleasure, and my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Fuck!” I cry out in pleasure, as I spill onto Cassian’s tongue.

I keep squirting into his mouth, and he takes it all. His fingers pull out of me, drenched in my juices, and he only looks at me with lust, as he sucks his fingers dry. At that he groans.

“Look what a mess you’ve made of him y/n…CassIan’s drenched in your cum” Rhys says into my ear, as my cunt is still pulsating.

“I want…Azriel” I breathe out. Not forgetting the shadowsinger, who’s been awfully quiet the past minutes.

“You want him do you?” Rhys questions me and I nod.

Then as in command, the shadowsinger steps down beside Cassian, who’s still kneeling, and slips off his undershorts.

His swollen, hard cock springs free and I nearly moan at the sight.

I can’t tear my eyes away, and instead just get to my feet, pushing Cassian aside.

I get on my knees in front of Azriel, pinning up my hair with a ribbon. He grabs my chin softly, tilting my head upwards to meet his gaze.

“You look so good on your knees princess. Now be a good girl and suck me off” he grins darkly, and I palm him in my hand.

He only closes his eyes, as I run my hand back and forth over his long, hard shaft.

His head dips back, as he lets out a deep groan. I hear Cassian shifting behind me to settle himself beside Rhys.

I bring my tongue to the tip, as I lick around it. He groans again.

Then I decide to run my tongue over the underside of his long cock, licking a stripe.

I let my nails drag slightly over him as well, before I finally push him inside my mouth. He’s so fucking big. Bigger than both Cassian and Rhys, and they’re massive. Or at least I think they are.

I start to bob my head back and forth, my tongue running over his sensitive skin. His hands move to my hair, and he fists it in his hand.

I grip his muscular thighs, as I push myself further onto him. I take as much of his large cock as I can into my mouth, and using my hand for the rest.

He hits the back of my throat, and I gag. That makes him groan even more.

“Fuck y/n, you’re a pro” Cassian says from behind.

“Come on y/n, you can bring him to his end” Rhys encourages me.

I hollow out my cheeks, as I continue to bob my head back and forth. Azriel helps me by pushing my head forward. I gag over and over again, letting out a few moans myself, as I take him.

He continues to groan, almost like an animal.

I feel his dick twitching inside my mouth and I know he’s close.

“So close y/n…don’t stop” he motivates me and I don’t.

A few tears spill from my eyes, as he finally fills up my mouth.

“Y/n!” He comes with my name rolling off his tongue.

He squirts a handful into me, and I swallow every single drop. When I pull away, a few drops of his cum drips down my lips. I use my thumb to wipe it off, as I suck it into my mouth. All while keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

He groans again.

“The things you do to me y/n…” he says, and I stand up to meet his eyes.

He smiles a loving smile at me, as he gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. Forgetting that I just swallowed his juices.

A moan escapes his mouth, as he tastes himself on my tongue and lips. Then he pulls away, and looks into my eyes.

Cassian and Rhys comes up behind me us, and I feel two pair of hands wrap around me. I now stand in the middle of the three, tall, muscular Illyrians, and I feel tiny.

Rhys moves some hair from my neck, and leans down to whisper in my ear.

“You’re so beautiful darling…”

I close my eyes, leaning into his touch.

Cassian’s hand moves to my bra, as he traces a hand over it.

“Cass…not again…” I nearly moan.

“Relax princess…let us take care of you” he answers.

I let the run their hands over me a couple of times, let them feel their way over my body. Let them kiss and nibble on my skin. But then I push them away. They all give me a confused look.

I walk away from them, heading to the door, and opening it. Then I walk out and head for the bathroom.

I hear them following me, but I don’t stop. As I enter the bathroom, I strip out of my underwear and walk into the large shower.

I turn on the water, and stand under it, letting it fall onto my body. I soak my hair as well, as I run my hands through it.

When I open my eyes again, I am met with three pairs of eyes. Three pairs of hungry, lustful eyes.

The three bat boys are standing in the bathroom, right in front of me, as their eyes roam over my entire body.

I feel myself heat up again at that. But I ignore it, and go back back to standing under the faucet.

I hear some shuffling and footsteps, before all three of them enter the shower with me.

I open my eyes again to look at them. They’re all hovering over me, and I have to look up to meet their eyes. And they’re all naked. Great.

Just don’t look down y/n. Do not look down. But of course I do. My gaze drops to all their lower abdomens, to the three large cocks that hang there. Oh my fucking god.

I stare fit way too long, a breathy moan leaving my mouth at how they’re already hard.

“Eyes up here princess” Cassian says and my eyes shoot back up.

I swallow deeply, as I find all three of them grinning darkly.

Their own eyes drop to my naked body. Over my chest, stomach, thighs, legs and of course my dripping cunt.

I look at all three of them, deciding which one of them I wanna fuck first. Which cock I wanna feel inside me first.

I head for Rhys as I smash my lips onto his. He immediately wraps his arms around me, and I moan as his hard dick comes in contact with my wet cunt.

I bite down on his lips, my hands moving to either side of me, palming both Azriel and Cassian’s dick in my hands. They both let out groans of surprise.

I continue to make out with Rhys as I play with their cocks.

Rhys’s hands move down to my ass, grabbing a handful, and squeezing tightly. I moan into his mouth.

“I wanna fuck you…” he speaks into my mouth.

“Then fuck me…” I respond the same way.

With that he pulls away, and slams me into the shower wall. He moves one hand to his cock, and pushes slowly inside me. My eyes screw shut at the motion, and I let out a deep moan.

“Fuck Rhys…I don’t know I can-“ I start but he cuts me off, by moving his hand over my mouth.

“You can take it darling. I know you can” he encourages me.

And then he pushes himself the last inches inside of me, and I have to grab onto his shoulders not to cry out of pleasure.

“Cauldron boil me…” I moan out as he starts moving inside me.

Azriel and Cassian take a seat on the bench inside the shower, as they only watch.

My eyes move to them, as Rhys continues to thrust inside of me, and they only smirk.

I notice both of their hard, swollen dicks and I ache to touch them. Help them. Satisfy them.

Rhys moves deeper into me, his hands moving to hold my thighs, so he can thrust as deep as possible.

I try to keep my eyes on Azriel and Cassian, but I struggle as Rhys continues to destroy me.

My nails dig into his shoulders, and I feel myself clenching. I’m close.

“Rhys…I’m close” I breathe out, as he continues to thrust deep inside me.

With that he only pushes harder, his thrusts becoming slower and deeper. That means he’s close too.

“Come on darling…come for me” he encourages, and that throws me over the edge.

My walls tighten around his dick, and I spill myself inside him. He follows me right after, as his own juices leak into me.

“Fuck y/n…you feel so good” he moans as he rises out his orgasm.

As my release ends, I slacken in his arms. Already struggling to stand up from the orgasms I’ve already had.

Rhys notices, and moves his arms to my hips, as he pulls himself out of me. Then he raises his head to meet my eyes. He looks at me worried.

“Are you okay?”

I swallow deeply, and take a deep breath.

“Yes, I’m fine” I confirm with a slight smile.

He nods and gives me a slight smile back, before stepping away from me.

As he moves away, I suddenly get a glance of Azriel and Cassian again, still sitting on the bench.

My eyes dip down to their lower abdomens. Their cocks are still so hard and swollen, and I just ache to have them inside me too. But I’m not sure if I can. My legs are already wobbly, and I’m way too overstimulated.

“I…” I hesitate.

Azriel and Cassian’s gazes both soften at my tone and expression. Then Cassian stands up in front of me, the mother hen that he is.

“Princess? Are you tired?” He tilts my chin to look up at him.

I glance over at Rhys and Azriel again, and they both just look at me softly.

“I can take more…” I lie, or half lie. I do want them. I want both Azriel and Cassian before I go to bed. But I’m just so exhausted. My body feels so weak.

“Princess.” Cassian repeats, and I turn my gaze to him.

“It’s okay, if you’re tired, we can go to sleep” he comforts me.

“I do want you…I just” I don’t wanna miss this opportunity.

“It’s okay angel. We don’t wanna exhaust you. We can take it some other time” Azriel speaks up as well.

“But we had a moment…” I slightly argue.

“More moments will come. Believe me when I say that you will have the opportunity for this again” Cassian tells me with a slight grin.

I can’t help but smile at his playfulness.

“Alright then, but you’re still staying with me through the night. I will not let you leave” I demand them.

“As you command” Cassian salutes mockingly, and I can’t help but giggle.

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We’ve rinsed off all our sweat and scents, and I’m currently sitting at the edge of the bed, Azriel braiding my hair.

Cassian and Rhys are sitting pressed up against the headboard, ready for cuddle and sleep.

The need and lust isn’t as strong anymore, but my body is still very exhausted and tired.

“And done.” Azriel says, as he ties up my braid.

“Thank you…” I turn around.

He smiles, cups my cheeks, and gives me a loving kiss on the forehead. Then he pulls back, and sits next to the other two Illyrians.

They’re all dressed in pajama pants and cotton t-shirts. I’m wearing a cotton night gown, my hair now freshly braided.

I look down, fiddling with the hem of my gown, as I can’t look at them. I still feel bad for not letting Cassian and Azriel fuck me too. I said I wanted them, and then I just left them hanging. Guilt creeps up my throat.

“Darling, you’re still not feeling bad right?” Rhys asks, but I don’t meet his eyes.

“No I just-“ I cut myself off.

Then I lift my head to look at all of them.

“I’m sorry for blowing you off…” I look at both Cassian and Azriel.

“Princess, how many times do we have to tell you? It’s alright. We don’t care. All we want is for you to feel comfortable and safe” Cassian reassures me.

“But I-“

“No. You don’t get to apologize angel. You did nothing wrong” Azriel hushes me.

I sigh deeply and decide to slowly crawl over to them instead. I move in between Cassian and Rhys, as I tug the covers over my body.

Then I lay my head on Cassian’s shoulder, and I grab his much larger hand, fiddling with it.

I can feel all their gazes on me.

So I look up at Cassian through my eyelashes, and ask innocently.

“What?”

Cassian reaches out a hand to move a loose strand behind my ear, then he cups my cheek.

He leans down and pecks my lips softly. Then he mutters into my mouth.

“Beautiful”

I feel heat creeping up my cheeks. I don’t deserve them.

He pulls away from my mouth, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him. My lips are still parted where his were a few moments ago.

Then I decide to do something very bold. I grab his face in my hands, and smash my lips onto his.

He immediately falls a little back by the sudden action, but naturally his hands move to my waist. I move on top of him, my legs straddling his thighs.

Then I open my mouth to kiss him deeper, my tongue wanting entrance to his.

“Y/n” he pulls away. I quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Let’s go to sleep” he tells me, his hands staying on my waist.

“But I’m giving you what you want?” I look at him confused.

Rhys puts a hand on my thigh. I look to him.

“Y/n. You need to stop trying to please everyone. Take time for yourself. Rest” he tells me.

I turn towards Azriel. He’s looking at me with that same pitying face. I don’t want their pity.

“I don’t need rest. I need to give you what you want. All of you.” I protest, my hand moving for the hem of Cassian’s trousers.

He stops me, placing his own hands on top of mine.

“Y/n. Look at me” he says, and I lift my gaze slowly.

“Let’s sleep. And then we can do this tomorrow”

I sigh. I suppose they’re right. I am quite tired. And I do need sleep.

“On one condition” I argue.

“And what is that?” Azriel asks.

“These” I hint for their shirts.

“Need to go”

They all smile at me, before moving to take them off. The shirts land on the floor, and I can’t help but drool a little over their muscular forms.

“Can we go to sleep now?” Rhys asks me, and I nod.

I move off Cassian, and back between him and Rhys, lying down on the pillow. They all lie down as well, the duvets pulling over us.

I turn my body towards Cassian, and he turns towards me. My leg moves over his, and my arm drapes over his bare chest. The other arm I move over his waist slightly. I snuggle into his neck, inhaling his scent.

He wraps a strong arm around me, pulling me closer, as he kisses the top of my head lovingly.

I feel Rhys shift behind me, as his front suddenly presses into my back. He also moves a hand over my waist, his face nuzzling into my neck.

I can’t see Azriel, but I know he’s lying behind Cassian. Mostly because his hand interlaces with mine on Cassian’s waist, as I snuggle closer.

I close my eyes, letting myself rest, as I finally feel comfortable. I feel safe. I feel loved.

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#acotar #cassian x reader #azriel x reader #rhysand x reader #bat boys x reader

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azrielslightintheshadows · 5 months

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Hello....i hope everything is going well! If you dont mind i have a request for rhysand where maybe reader has just given birth and has lately been feeling very insecure about her body and rhysand comforts her...with lots of fluff

Insecurities.

Rhysand x f!Reader

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Warnings; body image issues, insecurities.

I really love the way the body changes when a woman gives birth. They all look like goddesses and no one can change my mind.

You stared at your reflection and sighed. Your body looked like it belonged to someone else making you want to scream and disappear. You knew this would happen when you started trying for a baby with your mate Rhysand, but you couldn’t think that it would make you feel so bad.

“What are you doing?” Rhysand’s deep voice startled you and you fixed your shirt covering your body.

“I need to start training again” you replied and turned your back on the mirror.

“You need to rest and heal” he said and approached you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your head. You shook your head and moved out of his grasp.

“I have to get ready for dinner” you whispered and opened the closet.

You heard the door of the house opening and closing again and your friends' voices filled the silence. Rhys nodded and left the room to join the rest of the inner circle. You waited for a few minutes and then left the room, you peeked into the dinning room from the stairway and noticed how elegant and beautiful the other females looked. The tears came back, and you ran back to the room. You tried on one of your favorite dresses and almost screamed when it didn’t fit. The only dress that fitted was sticking on your body in a weird way. You threw it on the bed and bit your trembling lip. Your glance fell on Rhysand’s closet.

Maybe I can find something there. You thought and opened the closet.

You wore one pair of leggings you had bought a few days before giving birth and one of Rhysand’s shirts, it was loose and reached your knees.

After fixing your hair you joined everyone in the dining room. Their eyes fell on you, and they smiled lovingly. Rhys furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed your outfit but remained silent. You took the seat next to him and he immediately grabbed your hand giving it a light squeeze and placing it on his lap.

Soon laughter and teasing sentences filled the room and you almost forgot about your insecurity, at least until Mor got up to reach the whine bottle. Your eyes scanned her body, the way the dress hugged her curves made your heart clench and you quickly looked the other way.

“I’m tired, excuse me” you mumbled and hurried off before anyone could reply.

Rhys stared at your back as you climbed the stairs with a frown.

“Dinner is over” he announced and followed you.

He walked into your shared bedroom and sighed when he noticed your shaking form curled on the bed.

“What happened baby?” he asked and sat next to you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I can’t recognize my own body” you sobbed. Rhysand’s breath hitched, and he laid down behind you, his arms wrapping around your body as he spooned you and kissed the back of your head. His spicy scent filled your nostrils, and you sighed pressing your body against him.

“Sweetheart you gave birth two weeks ago, your body needs time to heal.” He whispered into your hair.

“I can’t even wear my favorite dress.” You cried out harder.

“I will get you a new one” he exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes at that “classic rich Rhysand” you mumbled, and he chuckled.

“Wait here” he said and got up, a few minutes later he returned with your tiny baby girl in his arms. You could barely see her as she was completely swallowed by your mate’s broad body and strong arms.

“Look what you made… look how precious she is.” He whispered and sat on the bed, laying your baby between the two of you. Her nose twitched at the sudden change of temperature making you smile because you knew that feeling, moving from your mate’s warmth to the cold sheets.

“Sweetheart you are so beautiful, and the way your body changed makes you even more irresistible. Your body is a miracle, every small change makes my heart skip a beat.” He continued and stared deep into your eyes.

“You are her mommy, look how beautiful she is, she looks just like you.” He smiled lovingly and caressed the baby’s cheek with his finger.

“Really?” you sniffled.

“Yes, and I’m the luckiest male on this world to have the two most beautiful girls by my side.” His gaze moved from you to your daughter and then back to you, you could feel the love and affection pouring out of him without the bond. His eyes showed everything.

“I love you” you whispered.

“I love you” he replied and laid down, his wings emerged from the darkness, and he draped one over your daughter and you.

That night you fell in love with your body again.

Hope you enjoyed it!

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sarawritestories · 3 months

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My Beautiful Angel

Cassian X Plus Size Fem Reader

A/N: This was written with the song Beautiful by Bazzi and Camilla Cabelo basically on repeat.

Summary: Cassian comes home from a mission and Y/N is happy to see him. He insists that the IC goes to Rita's. Y/N finally wants to tell him her feelings to find that he's flirting heavily with the bartender and she leaves. The General follows ands clears the air

Content Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, P in V, Oral M receiving. Smut with little plot, Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

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Sitting in the dining room eating my dinner alone, Azriel went to the townhouse to see if anyone needed anything, Cassian was out on a mission Rhys sent him out for last week. The house was lonely without those two stomping about and finding some petty thing to argue about, which always turned to them ganging up on me. I sigh thinking about how I miss Cassian, he hasn’t been out on a mission for this long since before the war. The way he wraps his arms around my soft stomach and pulls me close and always stays close during outings, especially with meetings from other courts.

I shake my head clearing my thoughts of the Illyrian general and dive back into the book Nesta let me borrow. Diving into a love story about a prince and a mermaid, the mermaid gaining legs during the day found her lover and he pressed her against the wall mouths colliding with a reverent fervor. I adjust in my seat trying to mask the arousal that is beginning. The prince’s hands roam down the mermaid’s body grazing across her slick center.

A warmth kissed the shell of my ear, “You know that’s going to rot your brain. Right.” The low rumble of Cassian’s voice jolted me from my seat, slamming my book shut. I stood up and was about to scold him for sneaking up on me but before I could he grabbed my waist and spun me around. When he stops, he pulls me close to his chest. “Oh, I missed you, Sweetheart,” He kisses the top of my head.

He puts me down and I smile patting his cheek, “I missed you too, Cass. How was your trip?”

He rolls his eyes, “A standard mission.” He wrapped me in his arms again, “I’m just happy to be home.” I wrap my arms around his waist and place my head on his chest. My heart skips at the contact I must remind myself that touch is one of the ways he shows love and that this isn’t him wanting to just take my scent in. “So, we’re celebrating my coming home by going to Rita’s.” That got me squirming out of his grasp, but he holds me tighter. “You’re coming, too.”

I groan and get out of his grasp, “But I wanted to finish my book tonight.” I grab my book and immediately it’s taken out of my hands. “Cassian!”

Cassian waves the book above his head and bends down to make eye contact with me, “You can get it back when we come tonight.” He gives me a shit eating grin that I want to slap right off. “Now, go get dressed and meet me back here so we can meet everyone at the Townhouse.” I glared at him, and I quickly try to jump and grab my book, but he stands to his full height, and I fall short. The general extends his arms to the hall leading to the bedrooms, and I stick my tongue out at him and head to my room to change.

I picked a silver silk gown that has thin straps and a corset back that accentuated my generous cleavage the bodice rouching to beginning the skirt had a slit that starts at my hip down as the skirt flows down to the floor it highlights the stretch marks on my thighs that I enjoy. I place my hair in soft curls pinned half my hair in a bun, letting the rest of my curls flow down. With a pair of heels that I laced around my ankle I make my way back to the dining hall, where I see Cassian with his hair down, black slacks and a white button up shirt that the top unbuttoned his chest tattoo peaking out. I give a low whistle, “Looking good, General.”

Cassian grins and looks up and his face falls into something I don’t recognize. His Hazel eyes graze down my body from the diamond choker around my neck to my dress and zeroes in on the slit of the skirt and his eyes darken, I wrap my arms around myself unintentionally pushing up my chest. “Something wrong, Sweetheart?” Cassian asks his voice sounds like he is gritting out the words.

I bite my lip, “I feel like with that look on your face I need to change, you know I think I will go do that.” I’m about to turn when a calloused hand grips my wrist.

“I’m so sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that dress, I’ve never seen it before.” He kisses my cheek, and I can feel the heat rushing to them. “You look beautiful.” He scoops me up in his arms and gives me a saccharine smile, “Ready?”

“The things I do to get my book back.” He pinches the pinches my side and I giggle, “Lead the way General, just don’t mess up my hair.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And we take off into the skies.

Once we get to the house, I notice familiar shadows and I hop out of Cassian’s arms before his feet touch the ground. “Azriel!” I leap into his arms, and he laughs wrapping his arms around me.

“Brother, I think she gets lonely when we’re gone.” Az says to Cassian as he pulls away and looks at my outfit, “Y/N are you trying to get Males and Females on their knees tonight. You look ravishing.” A growl emits from somewhere but when I turn in that direction, Mor, Feyre and Cassian were beginning to walk towards Rita’s.

Rhys kisses my cheek, “What did he do to get you to come out? You hate going out to Rita’s?”

I meet his violet eyes and cross my arms, “He is keeping my book hostage.”

Azriel snorted. “Smart. I should try that.” I scowl at him, and he loops his arm in mine, “Come on, we’re going to make you earn that book back.”

The three of us finally met up with the rest of the group, the music in Rita’s thrumming in my ears. Mor flagged us down and Rhys says, “I’ll get the three of us drinks.” with that he walks over to the bar as Azriel, and I go and sit with out friends. A seat is open by Cassian and he pats the spot next to him. I sit and instantly Cassian splays a wing around me and he nudges his knee against mine and I give him a smile.

Rhys comes back with drinks and a round of shots for everyone once everyone has a shot glass in hand, “To Cass and Az coming home.” We all cheer and take our shot, a shiver racks down my spine from the burning sensation. I sip my drink and the drinks keep filtering to our table. After a few drinks, Mor grips my hand, “Come on hotstuff, we are dancing.”

I groan and face the General a playful smirk on his face, “You owe me.” He chuckled as Mor pulled me and Feyre to the dance floor. Once we reached the dance floor the music consumed me, and I let my body lose and began to sway my hips to the beat. Mor and Feyre were following my lead as we twirled and swayed, and I found myself laughing, enjoying myself and letting myself feel beautiful in my beautiful dress. I feel confident enough to tell Cassian how I feel.

“I’m so glad you came out tonight, even if Cassian had to keep your book hostage for it.” Mor yelled over loud music. I gave her a nod and a thumbs up in agreement.

After a few songs I make my way to the bar to grab water. Sweat coating my brow as I got closer to the bar, I saw Cassian and saw him laughing with the bar tender. I walk closer to him, and the bartender grips his face and presses her lips to hers. Shock runs through my system followed up with hurt.

Rhys, I’m going home, tired, tell everyone bye for me.

Rhys responded quickly, want me to take you home?

No, I’m going to walk. Thanks.

I sever the connection and make a bee line out the door. The cool breeze cooled my overheated skin. I cross my arms as bumps raise on my arms in response to the rapid chill and begin making my descent home. Thunder booms across the sky and one drop falls on my cheek, and another and the sky opens on a down pour. “I should have stayed home.” I murmured.

I feel dumb, I have always interpreted Cassian’s touches and actions as him being interested when Cassian has always shown his love through touch. I can’t help but let my worst insecurities rise to the surface, he was a general well trained, his body a weapon. My adventures only fell in books and stories told from my friends and I have seen the females Cassian has taken to bed and they are drop dead gorgeous with bodies of warriors. I have always carried more weight and I never have felt shame or ugly because of it but-

A firm hand grabs my arm and spins me around and I meet Cassian’s eyes. “I tried calling you like 3 times.” He shouts over the rain.

“Sorry. It’s just loud. What are you doing out here?

Cassian’s brow furrowed, “You left, Rhys didn’t say why. I was worried.”

I waved him off, “Don’t worry about me I was overheated and tired. Go back and have fun I’ll be good.” I turn once more but his grip on my arm tightens slightly, and I turn back, and his white shirt is completely see through his abs and tattoo on full display. “Cass.”

“It wasn’t because you saw the bartender Kiss me?” He asks to close the distance between us.

I shook my head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I look away from his gaze as his arm snakes around my waist. Neither one of us disturbed by being drenched in the rain.

“Sweetheart, I was blindsided by the kiss, her lips were not the one I wanted tonight.” He curls a finger under my chin and makes me face him, his eyes dark no hint of hazel.

“No?” I whisper.

Cassian smiles and highlights his chiseled tan face, and my knees feel weak, “No. I was hoping a vision in silver would kiss me.”

Oxygen flees from my lungs as I slide my hands up his chest, “Cass.”

“Y/N,” His hands glide down to my plump ass and digs his fingers in, and a gasp escapes my lips, “May I?”

I almost whimper, “Please.” He bends down and crashes his lips into mine. His lips wet and warm in contrast to the cold ran against my skin. He nips my bottom lip and I moan in his mouth as he squeezes my ass again. I pull away from him and he growls in protest as I kiss his nose and his eyes flutter shut, “Take me home, Cassian.”

Cassian eyes meet mine and there is playfulness there as he scoops me in his arms and launches into the skies. In mere moments we land on the balcony that leads to his room and he opens the doors and only when we are by his bed did, he set me down. The house closes the door and Cassian’s lips are on my again. His one hand grips the back of my neck, the other sneaks through the slit of my dress his knuckles grazing my bare center. He groans as he finds no underwear there and slides a finger in and I gasp, and Cassian takes it as an opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. He begins to slide his finger in and out and Cassian moves his lips from mine and slides toward my neck and he adds a second finger.

“Cassian.” I moan as I lean my head back. His canines bite the tender flesh of neck and his thumb rubs my clit. I began moving my hips, meeting his pace in stride. “Mother spare me. I reach up and grab my breast to get more friction the cold rain already stiffening my nipples.

Cassian releases my neck with a pop and I his voice is lust filled, “Look at you, riding my fingers, wicked little thing, aren’t you.” He picks up his pace and circles his thumb on the sensitive bud and I move my hips in time with his fingers. “Come for me, Pretty girl.” He curls his fingers and I release a lewd moan as stars flicker on my vision as my release overtakes me. Cassian takes his fingers out and licks on as he makes eye contact with me. He closes his eyes and moans, “You taste delicious, Y/N” He holds his finger to my lips my arousal flooding my nostrils, “Open, Sweetheart.”

My heartrate spiked as I opened my mouth for him as he slides his fingers in and suck my juices clean off his fingers, His free hand caresses my cheek, “So fucking beautiful.” I close my eyes and hum at his compliment.

He pulls his finger out and he pulls undoes his pants and pulls them down until his cock springs to attention. I look at the plush reading chair in the corner and an idea form “Go to the chair, General,” He quirks a brow but walks over to the chair and picks up his wings to get comfortable sitting. Once he rests his wings, he spreads his legs.

I prepare to untie my heels when Cassian voice goes, “Those stay on along with that Choker, Sweetheart. Everything else off.”

I begin unlacing my dress and once its loose enough, I slowly pull down the straps facing Cassian, I tug down and turn quickly as I reach my breast, turning my head to give him a wing and slowly remove my dress swaying my hips for him until the dress is pulled at my feet. I step out of my dress and drape my arm over my chest and turn to him. He is breathing rapidly, and his hand is fisting his cock. His white shirt no longer covering his beautiful body and lust over runs my brain as I slowly lower to my knees and his eyes widened. I lower my arm and place both hands on the floor, my breast on full display and the focal point of the general’s gaze. I begin to crawl to him, and he groans leaning his head against the chair. “Fuck,” he moans.

When I reach him, I grip my hands on his calves and slowly raise my hands to his as sit myself in between his legs, “Do you know how long I have wanted to do this, Cassian?” He moans as my hand replaces his. “How often I touched myself thinking about a moment like this?”

Cassian’s eyes met mine, and he smirks, “Show me, Y/N.” I returned his smirk and while maintaining eye contact, I lick from the base all the way up to the tip of his cock his hips jerk slightly. I let my tongue swirl the tip the taste of his precum inducing the lust as I begin to take him in my mouth. His large hand slides through my hair as I take him deeper and deeper. I relax my throat to prevent me from gagging. Cassian fists my hair and pushes my head lightly, “Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much. Tap once if you understand.” I tap his thigh once, “Good girl.” I begin bobbing my head and he moans, I hollow my cheeks, and lift my eyes to meet his pure desire over his handsome features.

I picked up the pace drool pooling at the corners of my mouth and after a few moments Cassian tugs my hair, “That’s enough, I want to be inside you.” I take him out of my mouth as a line of spit that connects from my mouth to his tip. He leans forward and swipes my bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful.” I could feel the heat creep up my cheeks. He stands and holds out his hands, sliding mine into his own he lifts me up and with ease lifts me up and I drape my arms around his neck as my legs wrap around his waist. He presses his lips to mine and I tangle my fingers in his hair. His kiss is urgent and hungry, and he digs his fingers in my soft skin as he walks us to the bed.

Cassian lays me on the bed gently and pulls away from our kiss, he stands removing his pants completely and his soaked shirt. His tattooed tan skin and brood muscles are on full display. I watch as his eyes glazing over my heavy breast, my round stomach and the stretch marks and cellulite that brushes my skin. I instinctively cover myself with my arms he gently grabs my arms and pull them away, “Don’t hide, Sweetheart. I’m just admiring your stunning body,” He kisses my hand, “You’re fucking perfect, Y/N,” and he leans down and kisses my stretch marks on my thighs and moves up to the ones on my stomach, and he moves to my breast, and he places my nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue causing me to arch my back. His large, calloused hand grips my other one and squeezed it and I moaned and lifted my hips. He releases my nipple with a pop, and he kisses up my neck and my cheek. “I fantasized about having you in my arms, in my bed for so long.” He strokes his thumb across my cheek.

My breathing became labored, “Really?”

He kisses my lips so reverently and he presses his forehead to mine, “Gods yes, since that first day we met, the first time you smiled at me I wanted you. I just knew that you needed a friend first, so I tampered off my feelings.”

I cup his face in my hands and whisper, “I’m yours, Cassian, I’ve always been yours.”

Something primal stirs in his chest, and slants his mouth over mine, his thighs move to spread my legs apart. The kiss is possessive, and tongue and teeth and I grind my hips to try to get friction between my thighs. He chuckles over my lips, “Does my girl, want my cock now?” I moan at him calling me his girl and I nod my head, “Words, Sweetheart. Give me your words.”

“Yes, please, General.”

He hummed, “Well since you asked so nicely.” He slowly guides his cock into my center going slow so I can adjust to his size. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he stretches me out. The hand that cups my cheek and my eyes met his, “Stay with me, Sweetheart.” I nod my head, “You, okay?”

“Cass,” He tilts his head, “Please start moving.”

“As you wish, Gorgeous.” And he pulls himself out almost all the way until he slams all the way into me, and I arch my back, Cassian tilts his head back and groans as he thrusts in a slow steady pace. “You feel magnificent.” He leans back down and cradles his head in the crook of my neck, I move my hips to meet his pace and he starts nibbling on my neck leaving little love bites on the column on my neck.

His hands find mind and laces our fingers, and he gives my hands a squeeze, and I whimper as his cock hits the right spot, and I murmur, “I love you.”

He stilled and his hazel eyes meet mine, “What did you say?”

I look at him and give him a smile, “I. Love. You.”

Cassian’s stunned face turned into one of pure beauty and happiness, “I love you too, more than you could possibly know.” He quickens his pace, and he leans his head against mine and growls, “You’re mine.”

I smile as sweat coats my brow, “And you’re mine.” He releases one of my hands and his hands finds my swollen clit and my hip jerks at him swirling his finger on it. My climax building in my stomach, “Cass, I’m close.”

He continues his thrusts and whispers, “Come with me, Sweetheart.” His hand works in time with his thrust and him squeezing my hand keeps me grounded. I moan and he swallows the sound with his mouth. And my stomach coils tight and my eyes roll and Cassian roars his wings flaring out, as we both finish together.

Cassian slowly pulls himself out of me and I groan in protest. He chuckles, “Insatiable little, minx.” He goes to his bathroom and comes back with a rag and cleans me up. Tossing the rag aside he lifts my leg and begins to untie my heels on my one foot. Tossing the shoe on the floor he begins to massage my foot and I hum in contentment. He sets one leg down and lifts my other leg and does the same process.

Cassian scoops me up and pulls the covers back lays me back down pulling the covers over me. I watch as he walks to the other side of the bed, his wings tucked in and slides in. He pulls me closer, and I place my head on his chest the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a sweet melody in my ears. He wraps his arm around my waist, his hand rubbing up and down my side. “I didn’t think I was good enough for you.” I whisper.

His hand stilled, “What?”

I slide my hand to his and I trace the line inside his palm, “I’ve seen the females you’ve taken to bed; I don’t look like them.”

Cassian snorts and resumes rubbing my side, “No, your beauty blows theirs out of the water. Not to mention, your kindness and your love for your friends, your love for books and fuck if your smile doesn’t make me want to fall on my knees for you.”

“I love the way I feel safe in your arms, the way he always holds me close especially when you’ve been away for a while. You always have made me felt love and safe and even before tonight made me feel like I was the most beautiful female in the world.”

He kissed the top of my forehead, “You are, Sweetheart,” He pulls me closer, “My beautiful, Angel.”

A thought crosses into my head and I lift my head and meet his honey-colored eyes, “I think I earned my book back, General.”

Cassian laughed a boisterous laugh, and he lightly kissed my nose causing me to giggle, “In the morning, for now let’s go to sleep.” I place my head back on his chest and fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart.

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rowaelinsdaughter · 2 months

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thinking about feyre and reader stealing rhys clothes.

smut below the cut, mostly f!oral receiving, squirting (i wasnt planning writing this but i couldnt contain myself)

feyre would love to steal rhys shirt's. she would leave them open while only wearing her underwear when they are at home. rhys would make sure nobody enters, its only the three of them, so feyre uses his shirts as dresses, but she loves them open. maybe sometimes she would wear a top and short bottoms, but most of the time its just only the underwear.

this makes it easier for reader and rhys to leave marks or just eat her out. she would just set aside her panties while rhys is behind her pinching her nipples and kissing her neck. all this while the breakfast is forgotten on the table at their living room.

and for reader, she would love rhys t-shirt's. long dresses that cover her body. she would look tiny in them, and both her mates would mock her about it but they ABSOLUTE love her in his t-shirts. she would woke up earlier than them, leaving them in the bed sleeping after a fun night. she opened the closet and took her favorite t-shirt. a soft lilac one, one she bought him and now his scent was all over it. like every weekend, they were alone at home, nualla and cerridwen resting on their home.

she was making breakfast when she felt a pair of hands on her waist, big hands. rhys. "good morning, sweetheart" his voice was raspy from sleep and by the buldge on his pants and how she could feel it, she knew he was only wearing some pants. she turned around, both her hands found a place on his muscular chest, drawing the ink with her fingertips. he gave her a lazy smile while his hands gripped her waist and lifted her on the kitchen island. "now youre going to be a good girl for me and youre going to let me eat my breakfast" her hands gripped his shoulders when he felt his hands under the t-shirt. a low moan falling from her parted lips. his lips were on her neck, biting and kissing, swapping the intensity, making her dizzy. "fuck doll, i love when youre wearing my clothes"

his hands lifted the t-shirt exposing her dripping cunt. no underwear, like she was expecting this to happen. "youre a little slut, wearing only my t-shirt with no underwear" he bite her bottom lip "i love it" he fell to his knees, kissing her legs all the way up to her cunt, leaving bites and when he licked her, she let a moan. he was devouring her, eating her like it was his breakfast. she was so high from the pleasure she didnt sensed feyre enter the kitchen, but feyre was behind her. her knees on either side of her body while her hands went directly to her breasts. "having fun without me?" she purred to her ear. feyre pinched her nipples through the t-shirt, a louder moan falling from her as her head fell back, resting on feyre's shoulder.

"i wanna cum, i wanna cum please" she said like a mantra. rhys stopped eating her. "you wanna cum, doll?." she nodded and added "please i wanna cum so bad, please, please" rhys caressed her legs and looked at feyre, lust and mischief shinning in his violet eyes. "what do you think feyre darling, we should let our doll cum?" he was still caressing her legs. feyre took her face with a hand, she looked her glossy eyes, her swollen lips and smiled. but she didnt gave rhys an answer, all she did was kiss her. hard and passionate. just as they always did. rhys smiled and went on to devour her.

feyre swallowed her moans and her hands gripped his hair. like an invitation to go faster, rhys started to eat her more vividly. she was at her breaking point, she felt the knot, she needed to cum badly. as rhys inserted three fingers inside her cunt while treating her clit, she felt her orgasm ripping her apart. a wave of pleasure made her back arc on feyre's chest. she didn't know she was shouting, moaning, all she know is she hadn't feel that type of frenzy ever. feyre pulled apart, a trail of spit connected their swollen lips. she was breathing fast and heavy. feyre caressed her cheek "good job doll". she looked down at rhys and saw the mess she had made. she had squirt. something she didn't knew it would happen. "fuck doll, that was hot" he murmured. rhys stood up, a finger under her chin so she could look at him. "ready for round two, doll?"

yeah, they both love to steal rhys clothes.

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throneofsmut · 6 months

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Kintober Day Twenty-Five : Glory Hole

Cassian x Female Reader

“Sweetheart ?” Cassian called out.

“Sweets ?” He tried again.

“Y/n !” He yelled this time.

“What, Cass ?!” You yelled back.

“I just feel like you’re mad at me, but I didn’t do anything. So I’m mad at you for being mad at me. For no reason !”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, frustrating you even more.

Sexually.

“Cass.” You practically whined his name, slumping down against the wall that separated the two of you in the House of Wind.

“So don’t even try to talk to me, I’m mad. Pissed.”

“Cass! This is your fault!” You yelled, voice sharp.

“What-“

“And I’m not mad, I’m frustrated.” You whispered the last two words but you know he heard.

Cassian’s voice was hoarse when he responded, “Frustrated. . . Like sexually ?”

“Yes, Cassian! And it’s all your fault, I told you we shouldn’t have fucked in Rhys’s office and now we can’t even leave our rooms because he warded them. And I want your cock in my mouth and inside my soaked cunt.” Screwing your eyes shut, thighs rubbing together for some friction, as the last sentence leaves your lips, your head knocking softly against the wall. “So, yes, it is your fault that I need you and I can’t have you the way I want.”

The shuffling from his side of the wall had you opening your eyes.

“Cass, What are-“

“Back up.” He rasped out.

“What ?” Your voice muffled and confused.

“Get the fuck away from the wall!” He growled.

You stand up and back away from the wall like he ordered.

“Are you out of the way ?”

“Yes.”

As soon as that little word leaves your lips, Cassian’s fist breaks through the wall. Your breath catches and now you feel like you’re drowning in your arousal. Kneeling in front of the hole he just made, you clean the plaster off of his hand, looking for injuries. When you see none you place teasing kisses on his knuckles before sucking on his thick fingers.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gonna be the death of me.” He confesses softly.

You hum against his fingers, pulling off of them with a pop. “Let me see it.”

Cassian chuckles, amused by your eagerness, then he responds, “Yes ma’am.” Followed by the sounds of his leathers coming undone. Suddenly, the head of his cock pokes through the hole. His hips push as close to the wall as they can, showing the rest of his long length, only making your need for him grow stronger.

“Good boy.” You praise, your voice dripping with lust while you wrap your hand around him. Feeling him tremble at your touch, squeezing him harder just the way he likes it earning a groan from him.

“Please, sweetheart.” He mumbles, his forehead pressed against the wall.

Tilting him up in your hand slightly, licking a long strip on the underside of him. Using your free hand to grope at your own breast - wishing it was his hands - you moan at the feeling. There’s a bead of precum on the tip, glinting under the soft fae lights and you can’t stop yourself from lapping at it.

Cassian whimpers, your name a prayer on his lips, as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. Before flicking your tongue on his slit and then sucking on his sensitive tip.

You can hear his body buckling against the wall, large hands pressing further against it, like it’s taking all of his strength to hold himself up. His cock pressing further into the hole. He pants louder, more desperate.

Taking it as a sign to take him further into your mouth while your free hand trails lower, into your pants. You run two fingers through your wet folds, circling your clit - trying to mimic the way he does it - you whimper with him in your mouth. Making his hips buck into your mouth.

“F-fuck, if you keep going i’m going to cum.” He gasps. You hummed around him in encouragement, the vibrations making him shudder. “Please, I-I wanna cum inside you, sweets.” He begged.

Pulling out of your mouth, voice hoarse, “Turn around and touch your toes.” He orders.

You scramble, moving to do as he says and before you can even brace yourself, he’s shoving into you. Letting out a lewd groan while you cry out from the stretch. “Fuck, Cass !”

Then he’s pulling back and plunging right back into you. You nearly fall forward from the strength of his thrusts. His hips slamming against the wall at inhuman pace. “Fuck, sweets. I can f-feel you clenching around me. Squeezing me.” He growls, frustrated that he can’t take you the way he wants.

Feeling the heat in your tummy, you whimper, moving one of your hands to circle your swollen clit again. Now it’s your turn to beg, “Please, Cass.” He groans at the sound of your words, hips moving even faster, fucking you harder.

“Cass, I’m gonna c-“ He cuts you off, “I know, baby i know. Me too.”

His words are the final push, you fall over the edge, legs shaking, your hands braced flat on the floor are the only thing keeping you upright. Cassian continues fucking you through your orgasm as his hips begin to stutter, cuming with a low groan.

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A Quiet Night Inn

Cassian x Reader

While traveling with Cassian, you find yourself needing his touch. But you have to keep quiet in the inn.

A/N: thank you for everyone who gave me love on the last post. If anyone has requests, feel free to send them into my ask box. I have a few other pieces I'm working on atm too :)

WARNINGS: very nsfw, straight smut below the cut, minors dni, gagging-ish, slight d/s

Raised in the Day Court, you had never known cold like Illyria before you traveled there with your mate for military training. You were working to restructure the camps to be safe and conducive for Valkyrie training. It was a long process met with much resistance, and while you were working up there, Cassian felt unsafe having you stay in the camps amongst the other males.

While Rhys offered the cabin for the two of you to stay at, you and Cassian both agreed that sleeping in a room with Amren’s eyes painted above the door was not conducive to a good night’s rest, so you decided to stay in a nearby inn.

You were exhausted from the day, and quickly pulled on a nightgown and slipped under the covers, while Cassian went to take a bath. However, once you laid down, you felt restless. Twisting and turning, it was impossible to get comfortable in the freezing room. And then Cassian came into the room, naked with the faelights from the bathroom shining behind him, illuminating his massive frame, looking like a god.

He must’ve scented your arousal, because he chuckled, giving you that panty-dropping grin as he asked, “like what you see, my love?” You could feel your entire body grow warm and shamelessly responded, “while I like to see it, I love the feel much more.” Cassian smirked as he pulled on his pants to sleep in and came to get into bed and pull you on your side, your back to his chest. He whispered against your neck, “as much as I would love to fuck you senselessly tonight, the walls in this inn are very thin, as is this bed frame. And considering our history with bed frames, (you’d had to replace 4 since you’d been mated) I don’t think Rhys would be pleased to receive that extra charge for our visit here. Get some rest love, and I’ll be sure to make it up to you once we’re back home.”

While you understood his logic, the nearness of Cassian tended to outrule any logic on your part. Desperate to tempt him to give you want you wanted, you moved back closer to Cassian and wound your hips lightly against his cock. He let out a hiss, “keep tempting me sweetheart, and see what happens.” You were working yourself into a frenzy at this point, grabbing Cassian’s hand in your own and bringing it up to your breast, encouraging him to palm it as you continued to grind against him.

“Are you so desperate for my touch, love?” Cassian teased as he began working your nipple through your nightgown, twisting and lightly pulling at the sensitive bud. “Fuck, yes please, Cassian. I need you to touch me,” you gasped out, barely a whisper. Cassian’s hand wandered over to your other breast, slipping beneath the neckline over your nightgown as he gently massaged and traced his finger everywhere across your chest, except your nipple, circling it before trailing away. “I am, touching you, sweetheart.”

You arched into him, pushing yourself against him and baring your neck while you looked into his eyes. “Please, I need you now. I can’t wait until we get home. Please baby, I need you any way I can, Cassian,” you begged him. As he began to lick and bite at your exposed neck, Cassian simply hummed, as if you’d asked him where he’d like to go to dinner tonight. Suddenly pausing his movements, Cassian looked into your eyes, his holding a wicked gleam as he propped himself up with one arm, bringing the other up to behind your ear and slowly tracing one finger down your neck and arm, stopping at your waist. “I’ll touch you if you can be perfectly quiet for me, love. No noise complaints.” You eagerly nodded, and Cassian arched a brow. “Yes sir, I’ll be quiet. Please touch me.” He let out a low growl, “good girl.” Then Cassian continued his movements, dragging his one hand down around your hips, but just before touching where you wanted him most, he moved his hand to in between your legs, lifting the top one and slotting his own knee in between yours, while moving his other arm beneath your neck to support you. Cassian slowly drew his hand on your legs back up, pulling your nightgown further up to trace teasing circles across your lower abdomen.

As Cassian brought his hand down to your center, he let out a low groan at how wet you were for him. “You are perfect, my love,” he murmured in your ear as he gathered your slick and began circling your sensitive clit. The movement made you jerk, throwing your head back against Cassian’s shoulder and you bit your lip to keep from letting out a loud moan. Cassian moved one finger away from your clit, pushing it inside you. “Fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart,” he whispered before adding another finger. You were panting, desperate for more but struggling to keep quiet already. As soon as Cassian curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that sensitive spot, you let out a lewd, high-pitched moan. Cassian halted his movements but chuckled, “I warned you, you need to stay quiet if you want me to touch you.” But instead of pulling away, Cassian brought up the hand that was supporting your head and wrapped it around your mouth as he plunged his two fingers back inside of you, curling them and moving at a punishing pace while you writhed and moaned helplessly, your sounds muffled against his hand. Once Cassian moved his thumb to begin circling your clit, you were sent over the edge as you jerked against him and he tilted your face to his, kissing you and swallowing your moans as he worked you through your orgasm.

Once you came down from your high, you gave Cassian a wicked grin of your own as you slipped under the covers, toying with the waistband of his pants. “Your turn to keep quiet, General.”

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vanserrasswife · 6 months

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nicknames hc part 2

acotar characters x reader

a/n: posting this whilst I work on anon asks.

Rhys

Darling but teasingly

He would love it if you called him baby (especially if he’s had a bad day)

Cassian

Cassie , his heart would melt

I also feel like he would quite possibly pass away if you called him baby, or even better, babydoll.

It would be such a contrast to the normal things people call him (think bastard etc) that he would love that you don’t see him like that.

Azriel

I have the violent need to call this man honey, i think he would be so shocked and flustered

He would go bright red and be shy around you for the rest of the day.

Eris

I think it takes a while to decide on a nickname for him but once you find one that works on him you don’t let it go

He would act like he hates it but would secretly love it

I think he would prefer to be called traditional things, like babe, love, darling etc

He also loves if you call him a variation of his name, e.g Er. It makes him feel so special.

Lucien

He would love to be called baby or a variation of his name, like Luce or Lu.

He loves the intimacy of baby and the fact that Luce or Lu are special to him

Feyre

Princess or sweetheart, she would melt.

Obviously she likes to be called darling as well but loves when you use it in a teasing way

Nesta

Nesta would act like she hates it but would love the thought that you put into the nickname

Again i feel like she would love the nickname honey because its such a contrast to what other people think of her

Elain

Love or petal or sweetheart/sweets

Anything flower related. She would love that you know things about flowers and call her them

Mor

Darling but teasingly

Gorgeous,beautiful etc , she would love the simple praise

Amren

Not to be cruel but she would violently hate any nickname you give her

The only exception would be Am or Ren. They’re the only two she’d accept.

If you call her any variation of a nickname with short in it, just be prepared.

Emerie

I feel like Emerie is also pretty traditional in her nickname preferences

Would love if you called her sweetheart or honey

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nightcourtseer · 4 months

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Note from the Writer:

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Meg, I was SO thrilled when I got you for Secret Santa!!! You are such a sweetheart and one of the most supportive people I know in this fandom. I hope you love these seven one-shots about Elriel on a mission across Prythian. ❤️ Chapter 2 coming within the week!

Pairing: Elriel

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Their visit to the Winter Court had begun on the most auspicious of days. It was all that Azriel had been able to think about, as their family wished them farewell and he wrapped them in shadow, his hand placed diplomatically on Elain’s cloaked shoulder.

He had barely seen her, since they arrived that morning.

Nuala and Cerridwen had not been far behind, whisking Elain away to her private guest quarters in the Winter Court palace as Azriel entered the much smaller adjoining suite, where he would wait for all of an hour before beginning their hunt. It was with utmost hesitation that Rhys had dispatched them on this mission together, hesitant for a reason only Azriel knew. But it was necessary - Elain to act as their diplomatic presence, while Azriel searched for their hidden quarry. And as soon as Elain was led into some of the most important sanctuaries of the Court leaders, she would do her own sleuthing with the Cauldron-given abilities they had only recently discovered - the ability to sense things that were… unnatural. Unnatural even to the fae world - in a way that Azriel’s shadows could also do.

Even the hosting High Lord and Lady, their allies, were not to be alerted to their true reason for visiting. They had learned the hard way that Koschei had eyes and ears everywhere. No matter how unwilling.

And so the hunt began, before they ran out of time completely to kill a death god.

……..

The royal family was meant to enter the festival of lights together. And apparently, that practice applied to visiting members of other court’s royal family members as well.

Elain had tried to insist that it may be more suitable for her to be among the revelry’s crowds, rather than a part of the grand entrance of Kallias, Viviane and the rest of their court. But the mated pair had all but insisted Elain join them as they processed in.

Or rather, the magnificent beasts they rode, processed in.

Azriel waited on one of the outer edges of the crowd, thrust beyond the shadows and into the light so that he could lay eyes on Elain as soon as possible - having been reluctant to let his charge out of his sight in the first place. He stood among the Winter Court soldiers who intermingled among the peaceful crowd, all waiting with bated breath for midnight to strike on the longest day of the year. The Winter Solstice.

How different things were from one year prior, when he and Elain had stood in the shadows in the newly-finished home of the High Lord and Lady, whispering in half-held breaths underneath the staircase of her Night Court home.

How things had changed, since then.

He had nearly gone mad that year.

Azriel hadn’t realized how the small moments he had spent with Elain had colored his days in bright hues and addicting hope. And in the sudden absence of her, how the world had darkened ever more, the shadows calling his name to pull him back into their depths. His year had been marked by sleepless nights and dull days - one fading into another as he threw himself into the needs of the Night Court. Constantly whisking away to the continent and back, to the Spring Court and back, to Autumn and back.

But instead of his draw to Elain fading with time, it only seemed to grow stronger. Whenever he landed back in Velaris, he couldn’t help but do whatever he could to catch a glimpse of her. Even if it was just the hem of her skirt, disappearing into the market crowd. Or sometimes a cup of cooling tea left unattended on the counter, steam curling like his shadows as it awaited her return.

No, the distance from her had been anything but kind. And as Rhys had resignedly sent him and her off to the seven courts, Azriel wondered if Rhys himself had realized that perhaps what was to come was inevitable. That maybe Azriel’s defiance of his order was as predetermined as the mating bond itself, even if Elain had been promised to another.

For ever since they had been dispatched on this mission to locate the seven fragments of the death god’s heart, the rope restraining Azriel from any efforts made to pursue Elain had been fraying.

Each smile she let loose in his vicinity, each musical laugh that threatened to stop his very heart, each careful glance of those doe brown eyes… they frayed the very fiber of that rope until it was barely a string remaining.

Their first stop was the Winter Court, as relations with the court had further improved over time. And here Azriel found himself, a black mark amid the snow-white hair and tawny furs worn by the denizens of the Winter Court. All wearing jewel-tone shades of navy and cobalt and royal purple, to signify the everlasting night of stars that held them below.

At the stroke of midnight, upon the arrival of their fearless leaders, weightless, luminescent faelights would be released into the sky to fly among the stars where they would burn bright before flickering out. A symbol of hope and freedom and light among even the truest darkness.

The crowd collectively fell into a respective silence as the Winter Court royalty appeared before them packed square.

Meanwhile, Azriel felt all the air leave his lungs and his heart slow to pounding, near-audible beats.

Elain sat astride a pure white stag, her face magnificently framed by the frost-tipped antlers like a crown of driftwood. Rich, warm brown eyes elegantly scanned the crowd before her, wisps of golden brown locks whipping about her flushed cheeks and reddened nose as they escaped from within the royal blue, fur-lined cloak and hood draped over her.

A more elegant version of the winter court attire that she had worn so many moons ago, Azriel thought. The day that he had pressed Truthteller into her reluctant palm and the axis of his world had spun off its track.

The crowd erupted into applause as Kallias and Viviane halted their own stags before those gathered before them. Elain stopped shortly behind them, a respectful distance away from the High Lord and Lady. Other members of the court fell into line behind Elain.

But Azriel could not seem to tear his eyes away from Elain. In the most dangerous of ways, he had only eyes for her.

Eyes that were not meant to be blinded were narrowed entirely by the shining light of the middle Archeron sister.

Ears that heard everything were deafened, even his shadows dulled to inaudible, droning whispers as his inhuman senses honed to the rise and fall of her chest, the quiet breaths she took as she waited reverently behind their gracious hosts.

Clouds of frosty exhales puffed in front of her pink lips as she stubbornly avoided his blatant staring. For there was no possible way that she could not feel the intensity of his gaze, the longing that stung him like an open wound.

As fresh and open as ever before. Maybe even more so when they were all alone on this expedition, away from prying High Lords and the thought of mates and Cauldron-blessed unions.

Azriel swallowed thickly, the eruption of cheers from the crowd a dull ringing in his ear as Viviane finished her first address as High Lady on the most sacred night of the Winter Court.

Members of the court and visiting dignitaries followed the lead of the mated rulers, beginning to dismount from their beasts.

Azriel did not feel his legs begin to move, or the crunch of frozen snow beneath his heavy boots.

He did not notice the sideways glances of the Winter Court footmen as he all but pushed one aside, making his way to Elain.

Her head was down, her curls curtaining her face. But he knew that she sensed his presence by the way she stilled, cold hands gripping the reins of her patient steed as its dark brown eyes eyed him as warily as the seer might. A frustrated huff of breath flared from his wet nostrils as it kicked a front hoof, as if in protest of its rider’s seeming agitation.

Azriel quickly shooed his shadows away, and they shrunk away into the spaces between the revelers as he slowly lifted a scarred hand in the air. He willed it not to shake, as the ruined tissue and nerves were prone to do in cold weather.

But thank the Mother, there was but a slight tremble as he prayed to every god he knew that she might take it.

Elain looked up slowly, her face unreadable as the hair fell away and she looked back at him, or rather, at his outstretched hand.

The hand that had been offered to her so many times before - on the threshold to the garden; in the camp of Hybern; in the shadow of the stairway at the River House, holding that godsdamned necklace. The most beautiful gift she had ever had to return. Besides the shadowsinger himself, she supposed.

Azriel did not move.

He could be patient.

He had waited 500 years for Mor, and would wait 1000 more for Elain. He had done unspeakable things, and committed terrifying atrocities in the name of his court. But godsdamn him if loving her wasn’t the worst he would ever do.

Elain’s eyes watched that extended hand, and Azriel didn’t dare loose a breath as he watched her eyes flicker slowly. As if she was tracking the barely imperceptible tremor that could not possibly be entirely blamed on the cold.

The world and the crowds and the very air itself froze around the two Night Court denizens far from home.

Time seemed to slow, as if the Mother herself watched in anticipation of what was to come.

Elain’s decision was made in the seconds between a heartbeat - the very heart that had betrayed her the year before, the heart that was still aching and bruised whenever it laid sight of him, but above all else, had hope for a future she had once seen slip between her fingertips.

She took his hand, and the world moved once more.

She was moved once more.

Their very future beautifully, miraculously, heartbreakingly, defiantly, moved once more.

His scarred flesh was just as cold as she remembered it, and she willed her body heat to seep into his as she held onto his hand as if her life depended on it. For it did, in a way.

Gratitude filled his eyes in a way that only she ever saw, and a puff of air released from his mouth as he let out a slow exhale.

She saw no one else, but him, as he helped her gracefully dismount. The flurry of activity around them concealed any attention they may have otherwise garnered, Kallias and Viviane lighting their faelights as the crowd followed suit, ready to release them into the endless night.

No one was paying any attention at all to the dark-clad demon leading the ascendent angel amid the revelry, tucking themselves into a quiet pocket where they might speak and not be overheard.

They stood and faced each other, as the countdown began to midnight.

Frosted snowflakes clung to the soft fur of Elain’s hood, while a few stray flakes landed on her pink cheeks. They melted instantly on her blush.

As Elain gazed up at him, ascending faelights reflected in her dark eyes and across the damp surface of her face.

It almost appeared to Azriel as if the melted snow were tears, as her focus centered on him - all but ignoring the magnificence of the sight above their heads.

“I won’t ask you to explain,” Elain spoke, the excited cooing of the crowd drowning out any fear of being overheard.

For the first time in his godsdamned life, Azriel had to force himself to remain silent.

Elain continued. “I won’t ask you to explain yourself; for last year. Because I understand.”

And he knew she did, as he looked into the face of a female who saw everything. And it terrified him, that fact. It terrified him for her, because of what she undoubtedly suffered through alone. The things she had seen… he wouldn’t wish those visions on his greatest enemy. And he wished more than anything that he could protect her from the wretched gift the Cauldron had deemed fit to bestow upon her - just as how he had once wished that someone could take away the shadows clinging to his frame.

That he could once again just be Azriel - not prized shadowsinger, not legendary spymaster… just, Azriel.

The faelights began to disappear, their lights blinking out as they rose beyond view. With the lights still snuffed out around the square and among the crowd, darkness once again fell upon them.

Endless night, when the world once again fell quiet, and still.

Only Azriel didn’t feel still at all. His heart had never raced so quickly in his chest - urging him to something. Anything.

There might never be this moment again, this moment between just the two of them. Frost coating their lashes and her flushed face turned up to him, no expectation in her expression, or disappointment - only hope.

And he wanted a piece of it. He craved it, that shining, glimmering sliver of happiness and companionship and peace.

He craved her.

And he would not wait another 500 years, sentencing them both to misery. Not when he was finally sure that the female standing in front of him wanted him just as badly as he did her.

So as the last faelight drifted out of sight, and cheers went up among the still crowd welcoming in a time of rest and new beginnings, Azriel decided to take a new start of his own.

He slid scarred fingertips through her hair, brushing against the soft fur of her hood. Elain’s cold breath caught in her throat, a sweet, hopeful smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she read the look on his face. Unbridled joy clenching her chest as she saw the decision there, in the way she could so easily read him like no one else could.

And carefully cradling her face in his mangled, beautiful hands, Azriel kissed Elain for the very first time.

Elain melted into his chest as she opened for him, fingertips clutching the front of his leathers to pull him in closer. Her head tilting back as she felt him everywhere, as present as the cold that surrounded them.

Before any curious heads could turn their way, shadows enveloped the pair in a whisper of darkness - barely more than a blink, and they were gone.

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redbleedingrose · 8 months

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okay first, this one is going to be for my chunky girlies, i’ve been thinking about how much he loves how round your belly is, how nice it feels to just caress while spooning or hugging you from behind, or pressed against his rock hard torso. he could find so much comfort (and lust) in your plush build, you can’t even fathom how much this male worships the ground you walk on bc of your looks. your thighs? need to be wrapped around his face at all times, or else he will cry. your belly? either in his face, or pressed against him, or in his hands. i am firmly convinced that this male loves to just rest his large ass hand on your tummy when ever you two are with people. he squishes it, rubs it soothingly when your sad (or he is), bites it a lil, blows raspberries on it to be goofy and a pain in the ass, traces your stretch marks absentmindedly wigh admiration after sex. cassian just really loves his chubby girl okay?

Cassian is a chubby girl lover fs, no doubt in my mind, forever and always

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Cassian lives in my mind forever.

IDK why, but Cass truly is the bat boy that I think would love chubby girls the most. OFC Rhys and Az would too, but Cassian lives for the chub. He lives for your plush belly, constantly rubbing it and patting on it. His left hand practically lives on your belly, with his arm wrapped around your waist and holding you right at the plush. The warmth is a constant presence there and it just makes you feel utterly protected. He cannot get enough of how your belly rounds against his hand and how soft you feel.

Any time he can get your shirt off, he will. “Jus’ for a little bit baby, lemme see you,” and “wanna feel you s’bad sweetheart,” and “so gorgeous f’me sweet girl” and “look how stunning’ you are pretty.” He has multiple reasons for doing this. First, he loves randomly bending down and blowing raspberries on your belly to make you laugh. This male has also spent every second memorizing your stretch marks, staring at them honestly makes him go feral. Second, the general loves running his hands against them, the callouses just brushing over your soft skin and feeling the small ridges that come with stretch marks. He spends a lot of time kissing each and every stretch mark and making sure that you know how much he adores them.

After a long day, he loves to stuff his face into your belly. It is his comfort spot. Cass truly gets all grumpy when you have your arms crossed over your midsection to cover yourself and tugs your arms away, “stop that pretty girl, y’know I wanna see you,” and “c’mon sweetheart don’t hide from me,” with the biggest pout because he is the WORST Illyrian baby. He will give you the silent treatment if you don’t let him shove his face into your tummy. “Hmph, gimme tummy time or else…” 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄 It is sometimes the only thing that will lighten his mood. Sometimes he will throw you over his shoulder, regardless of whatever you are doing, wether it is cooking or cleaning or reading or doing your makeup, if he is grumpy, you will be thrown over his shoulder and he will be landing a smack to your ass as he carries you over to your bedroom, tossing you onto the bed, quickly climbing over you and shoving your shirt up so he can stuff his face into your belly, forcing your hands into his hair and then shoving his arms around your waist as he grumbles about how, “Az is bein a lil’ bitch, won’t go sledding down the mountain range w’me.” And all you can do is grin and stroke his hair while he rants about, “Yeah sure its ‘dangerous’ and ‘irresponsible,’ but c’mon it’s fun and we can use the sleds that are stuffed in the shed of the cabin. Sure those sleds are centuries old and fallin apart and will probably break as we go down the hill and get us killed, but at least it would be fun. HMPH.” You silently thank Azriel for being the rational one of the two while cooing down at your pouty mate and letting him bite softly are ur chub and kiss your stretch marks to calm himself.

Cass thinks you are the softest and warmest being ever. He constantly wants you close by to let your heat radiate off you, or because he wants to hold you. His love language is touch and he will show you that forevermore. Holding hands is a must, your hands barely fit into his, literally his hand can make a fist around yours because of the size difference, but he loves when you grab at his palm or a couple of his fingers. You are running your fingers along his hands and feeling at each of the callouses and bruised knuckles from training, and you bring his hands up for a smooch to his palm every so often that has his entire being flush. He also loves to guide you, resting his hand against your back to direct you through a crowd or in a certain direction. It settles him to know that he can take care of you in every way. Truly, when you are with him, you have no concerns because you know that he will protect and love you more than anyone else ever could. He also plays with your hair on a constant basis, pushing tendrils back behind your ear whenever he kisses your chubby cheeks or plants a kiss on those pouty lips whenever he gets cuteness aggression towards you and squeezes your cheeks and pulls you in for a million smooches all over your face and neck. He braids your hair into traditional Illyrian braids just like how his mother used to braid her hair and he thinks you look breathtaking.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOUR THIGHS. IF YOU HAVE BIG THIGHS??? ITS OVER FOR YOU!!!! CASSIAN WILL NOT LET YOU OUT OF BED WITH THOSE THIGHS!!!!

He wants them wrapped around his face always. His hand will always be resting on your thigh trying to pull you closer to him when you are seated together, and when he can’t pull you any closer because your thigh is fully pressed against his, he will force your leg over his to rest and will stroke your soft skin. Sometimes, he likes to lightly pinch it or smack it so he can watch it jiggle, and others he just likes to have your thigh to squeeze onto. Cass is always leaving marks all over your thighs, whether its from his hands spanking you when he is pounding the living daylights out of you until you are a crying, babbling mess or its from biting your flesh while he spends hours licking and sucking at your cunt. You are guaranteed to always have his mark on your thighs at all times. He loves fucking your thighs too, the soft supple flesh against his hard cock has him spilling all over you, coating you. While we are on the subject, he fucking loves releasing on your tits and tummy. Maybe it is the primal Illyrian male in him, but seeing you marked with his cum immediately has him hardening all over again.

Cass worships the ground you walk on without a doubt. He aches for you at a base level and is thinking about you always. He adores your body and he adores your mind even more. You are without a doubt in his mind, the most perfect being to be created by the gods, you are beautiful inside and out and he will never be able to get enough of you. He often thinks he is undeserving to be blessed with a mate who is as ethereal as the mother herself. He would spend every day the rest of his life proving to you (even though he never has to) how much he loves you. You never have to spend a second doubting that he loves you.

I mean even when he is grumpy that you wont take off your shirt and he is pouting and has his back turned to you with his arms crossed over his chest, he has his foot reaching over to hook around yours to pull you close. The male refuses to make eye contact till you show him your tits but is huffing into your neck and collarbone and planting kisses all over your skin with gentle bites because he can’t ever get enough.

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