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surielstea · 7 days

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Jealous Girl

Based on this request.

Paring: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader gets jealous over a girl flirting with Azriel at the pleasure hall.

Warnings: fluff, slight insecurities, one use of ‘y/n’

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I was plotting murder. I didn't even know the girl's name, but I knew she was touching Azriel's arm, giggling at every word he said, and gods— the way she looked up at him with those overfamiliar blue eyes like she didn't know what she was doing made me sick.

And he just let her.

I was enraged, beyond furious— I could barely get control of myself if it weren't for Cassian beside me, distracting me by talking my ear off.

Rita's was packed tonight, so when Azriel offered to go get me a drink I didn't deny it, he knew I wouldn't want to get into that mess of a crowd at the bar so he went by himself. Cassian and I stayed behind but that damned blonde couldn't keep her hands to herself and it was going to drive me mad.

"And they acted like I took down an entire city— it was one building!" Cassian groaned and I nodded along to whatever he was saying, my mind entirely too focused on the shadow singer located at the other side of the pleasure hall. "So I'm not allowed at the Summer Court anymore," Cassian sighed, scratching his jaw with a defeated expression and I dipped my head absentmindedly. "Are you alright? You haven't said anything since Az left," He prods my shoulder and I blink, my eyes refocusing on the large male in front of me instead of the one across the room.

"Uh, yeah just was thinking it'd be nice to visit Adriatta, I've never been," I shrug, my quick lie making him narrow his eyes on me.

"You sure?" He leans closer and I mirror it with a step back. My gaze flicks to Azriel for a fraction of a second before going right back to Cassian. He was still talking to that girl— or she was talking to him, he was just listening. "Oh, I see what this is about," Cassian smiles broadly, staring right at the duo I was trying so hard not to gain the attention of.

"Cass," I grumble, pulling him away from the two at the bar and facing the other side of the hall, backs turned toward the shadow singer.

"You're jealous," He croons and I avoid his gaze, knowing if I looked at him he'd be able to read me like an open book. So instead I looked down at my ankles where Azriel's shadows twined.

"I don't get jealous," I scoff, crossing my arms. He chuckles mischievously.

"Envious then?" He surmises and I playfully punch him in the shoulder before muttering, "There's nothing to be jealous over, Azriel can do whatever he wants."

"Even if he wants a particular blonde?"

"Well don't make it worse!" I whine and he only laughs at my reaction, making me groan in exasperation.

"He's made it clear enough that he doesn't want me," I murmur, shadows slipping up to my thighs and the Illyrian beside me bumps his shoulder with mine reassuringly.

"Az tells me the same shit about you," He claims and I look up at him with narrowed brows.

"Last time you intervened on me and Az's friendship, he and I didn't talk for a week," I remind and Cassian smiles proudly.

"And now you're stronger than ever, seems like you should take my advice more often," He crosses his arms over his chest defensively. I turn my head slightly to look at the blonde, this time I catch a glimpse of her face. I swore I'd seen her before, but I couldn't quite place where from.

"Does it make you mad he's talking to her?" Cassian taunts from beside my ear. "Letting her touch him?" He sings and I push the Lord of Bloodshed away in frustration as he cackles, his raucous laughter slowly fading as I march my way through the crowd, which divided in sight of Azriel's silky shadows swirling from my arms as if they were mine to control.

I pushed my way past grinding bodies until I managed to land right beside the Spymaster. His hazel eyes met my own and a soft smile spread over his lips. I joined his side and his arm came around my waist as if it were meant to fit there, slotting perfectly in place. I met the face of the blonde girl and it clicked that face, I knew her.

"Y/n!" The girl squealed and I blinked in slight surprise.

"Misha?" My brows raise a fraction.

"My gods, I haven't seen you since the healing camps, how have you been?" She gasped and I looked up at Azriel who was staring at the both of us confused.

"Oh my gods, are you two like a thing?" Misha asks excitedly.

"Oh, we're—" Azriel starts.

"Engaged," I finished for him, the lie coming so easily it shocked us both. Her jaw drops. Misha had always been better than me, at everything. When we were training to become healers she always had to be one step ahead, always had to go above and beyond while I was struggling to meet my deadlines. She was pretty and fun, and for once, I just wanted to be above her, to feel that power she must feel at a constant— and if that meant lying about my relationship status with one of the hottest men on the continent, so be it.

"Let me see the ring!" She squealed, happy for me. I hated that. She didn't seem to have an envious bone in her body, and why would she? She was the ideal emulation of perfection. For her, there was nothing to be jealous of.

"Oh I don't have it on me, Az here loves his secrets being spymaster and all so I don't wear it out," I pat his abdomen with a feigned smile, and he flexes under my touch.

"Giving her a ring is like putting a target on her back," Azriel plays along, I hadn't expected him to, honestly I was hoping he'd just stand there and nod and not say anything but this was so much better.

"Awe isn't that just precious," She smiles, a natural blush coming to her pale cheeks. "I'm still waiting to find the one," She sighs. "You're lucky you came over or I would've tried to swoop him up!" She giggled light-heartedly and I matched it, but it was fake, gods I wanted to claw her face off.

"No, no he's all mine," I sigh contentedly, leaning into his side while his grip on my waist tightened.

"When'd you know she was the one?" She directs at Azriel and I swallow thickly. The Shadow Singer was a good liar, but would he lie if only to play this game with me?

"I've always known, the moment I met her my Shadows practically mummified her, so I suppose they were the ones to tell me," Azriel says, his story reigned true, I can still remember how embarrassed he was, repeatedly swearing that they had never done that before when the Dark clung to me without resistance. Those same shadows now pooled at my feet. "And it was kind of hard to not fall from there," He adds and I look up at him, only to see him already staring down at me. Gods he was good at this role, he slipped so easily into it— if I didn't know any better I'd think we were actually engaged.

"You guys are adorable, I can only dream of having a male like you," She sighs and I grit my teeth. Was she seriously hitting on him after I just told her were to be married?

The bartender places a lone fruity drink down in front of the three of us and Misha takes it with a bright smile. "It was nice catching up with you, we should totally hang out sometime," She offered and I pinch my lower lip between my teeth.

"I'm kind of busy with all this wedding stuff, maybe after," I shrug, giving her the hint that I wanted nothing to do with her beyond this interaction.

"Right, keep me updated," She flashes a smile and leaves with a wink toward Azriel as she leaves.

"What was that?" Azriel murmured as soon as she was out of earshot. I unraveled my arm from his torso and he did the same with my waist. I shrugged.

"She doesn't deserve you," I mumbled, leaning against the bar.

"She seemed nice enough for a night," Azriel hummed and I rolled my eyes.

"I know Misha, you don't want a girl like her," I shake my head. The bartender places two glasses in front of me. I take the one on the left, the drink I always ordered.

"You really hate her huh?" He leans closer, taking his drink.

"She fucked my boyfriend while we were still dating," I grumbled. "Seemed like she wanted to fuck you too after I told her we were engaged, she hasn't changed," I huff and his brows rise a fraction.

"It's kind of fun playing the role of your fiancé," He says, his chin propping up onto my head as his hands snake around my waist. I smile.

"What's your ex-boyfriend's name, just for reference?" He said and I giggled.

"You're not killing him," I warn, turning around to face him, my back to the bar and my chest to his.

"A light torture," He shrugs.

"Your version of light torture is another males hell," I reason.

"So why'd you lie? About us being together?" He asks, head tilting. I twist my lips to the side.

"She's always been ahead of me, I wanted to win for once," I grumble, sounding pitiful aloud.

"Ahead of you how?" He questions and I frown, not wanting to say it.

"I don't know, she's prettier than me," I grumble.

"Lies, you're the prettiest girl in the whole wide world," He reasons and I scoff, shaking my head with a small smile.

"You don't have to do that," I excuse. "Do what?"

"Lie in order to make me feel better, it's fine, really," I argue with him but I swear it went in one ear and out the other.

"I'm not lying," He denies.

"But you are making me feel better?" I question.

"You tell me." He smiles and I don't reply, because he was, and I didn't want to give him that ego boost. "So you think she's prettier— which she's not, what else?" He arches a brow and tilts his head. I shrug, avoiding his gaze.

"Cass says I'm jealous," I exhale, crossing my arms over my chest and looking up at him with a pout.

"Of what?" His hand comes to my cheek, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw as if of was a casual movement.

"The way she looked at you, how you let her touch you," I explain and his gaze softened.

"I'm the one touching you now, right?" He surmises, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as I continue to scowl up at him.

"It was different Az, you were flirting with her. I could see it," I rolled my eyes and he only smiled.

"And what are we doing now?" He questioned. If he was waiting for me to admit to whatever this was between us, I wasn't going to.

"A friendly conversation," I shrug and he leans down, closer to me. I press back into the counter behind me.

"I think pinning you to the bar is anything but friendly," He concludes. "That's normal for us."

"Why do you think that is?"

I don't answer. He's trapped me into recognizing what I refused to so I don't say anything at all. It was devastatingly obvious that I wanted him, did he have to rub salt in the wound? "You want to get out of here?" He asks after a moment of silence. I swallow thickly and settle over the fact that this is my chance, and perhaps my only one if I don't take it. So I nod, and he takes my hand.

The walk home was silent, Azriel offered to fly us back but I preferred to walk along the Sidra, it was quiet enough at this time of night to be able to hear the crickets chirping and the frogs croaking. It was peaceful, and the night breeze always patched up whatever had been broken in the past few weeks. It was refreshing and peaceful and everything I needed.

The steps to my apartment were in sight when I finally got the courage to speak.

"Cassian was right, I was jealous," I confess and his brows raise a fraction, his gaze sliding to me with curious eyes. "I just, I want you to look at me the way you looked at her," My confession knocks me off balance, if he had a reaction I didn't notice.

"I don't," He says curtly and I blink, slightly taken aback. "I looked at her like that because she was a stranger, I never want you to be unfamiliar," He explains and my heart pounds against my ribs so hard I thought they might break.

I stop at the first step of my apartment, freezing in place due to his confession. "Are you blushing?" He teased when I turned to face him and even with my advantage of the first step, he still stood a few inches taller than me.

"Shut up," I grumble, pressing my hands to my face to hide myself from his piercing stare.

"Are you going to make me?" He grabs my wrists and takes my hands from my face, revealing that he has leaned so much closer. "Hm? Fiancée?" He jeers and my blush deepens in color.

"You're never letting that go, are you?" I sigh, slinging my arms around his neck, still trying to grasp the fact that he was so close, that he was willing to be so close.

"Not ever," He shakes his head, his eyes flicking down from my eyes to my lips, then right back to my eyes so fast I would've missed it if I blinked. My breath catches in my throat but neither of us makes a move to pull away, just remain inches away, wondering if the other will do what we've been dancing around all this time.

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but I beat him to it, walking up another step and away from his very tempting lips.

"I better get to bed, it's been a long day," I excuse as I stumble up the stairs but before I can get far he grabs my hand and pulls me right back down. I stumble right into his chest and he smiles down at me, his other hand coming to my waist.

"You really thought I wasn't going to kiss you?" He hums and I'm nothing but stunned.

"A little, yeah," I murmur.

"You're ridiculous," He mumbles as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I melt into him, my arms coming around the back of his neck as I revel in this moment, gods it was just how I had imagined.

His lips were soft and his movements were skilled, his hands on my hips distracting me entirely as he gripped them tight, pulling me impossibly closer like he couldn't get enough. My hands go into his hair, pushing his mouth onto mine with a restless intent. There was a burning fire inside of me and he seemed to be the only thing that defused it, yet still, I couldn't get enough.

He pulled away first and I reluctantly followed his actions. "Do you want to come up?" I offer and he smirks, then it falters and he shakes his head no. My smile morphs into a frown. Did he think it was a mistake? He hasn't moved away, he didn't seem repulsed.

"We should go slow, I want to do this right," He explains and my smile returns, much to his satisfaction.

"Then why don't you come up for a glass of wine? We don't have to do anything," I say, desperate at this point for anything he'd give me.

"You know if I go up there we won't just be kissing," He reasons and I shrug mischievously.

"There's nothing wrong with that," I grin, my arms around the back of his neck tightening.

"I'm doing it the right way, I'm taking you out tomorrow, be ready by dawn," He flashes me a grin, his touch lingering on my hips as he slowly pulls away.

"Dawn?!" I gasp a little too loudly for my quiet street.

"We're going to be doing stuff all day," He smiles. "Be ready," He demands and I groan, wishing I could have him in my arms again. "I'll see you at dawn, my love," He waves from over his shoulder.

My love, he said. I could feel my heart swelling and before I could forget how to walk I quickly made my way up the stairs and into my apartment with a wide grin over my features.

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incorrect-primarchs-quotes · 5 months

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Remember, when you talk shit about Night Lords, this is who you're being mean to:

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shansenfan · 17 days

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We have yet to see one of the Illyrian babies hang upside down like a real bat.

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months

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Old Men(tor) Big Naturals

(for @3luecactuz)

#star wars #yoda #lord of the rings #gandalf #gandalf big naturals #That's an active community last I checked and I *will* throw this into that tag <3 #Thank you for letting me live my dream.#Specifically- thank you for opting into ‘surprise me’ and having the luck of the dice #Finally…I have drawn yoda big naturals….#its like the weight of two boulders have lifted off my chest #big heaving old man shirt boulders.#All my silly words aside; thank you so much for your longtime support dear 3luecactuz B*)#Praying and hoping you also find this a delightful twist of fate and I have not inspired you to throw me overboard.#Raffle prize 1/5 done! I warned you all I was going to start by swinging a bat. Stay tuned for more this week!#No theme this time around except to have fun with the prompts <3

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captainkirkk · 2 years

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Everytime Batman and Red Hood see each other they end up shouting across the streets of Gotham emotional shit like JUST COME HOME SON and YOU'RE NOT IN CHARGE OF ME ANYMORE OLD MAN and it's just Not Subtle in the slightest

No one knows that Jason is an ex Robin so everyone comes to the very logical conclusion that the Red Hood is Batman's rebellious blood son that ran away from home to pursue a life of crime and they're not even fucking wrong

#dc #batfamily #batman #new villain in gotham: uhhh why is that crime lord not invited to the annual fuck batman party??#seasoned villain: that's batman's boy #they had a falling out over all the murder. real sad. he didnt even go home for christmas......#seasoned villain: anyone he'll probably end up crashing the party at 2am drunk off his ass and it's a toss up over whether he'll start #crying and make everyone uncomfortable #my posts #people trying to convince red hood to go home to the bats because maybe then batman will chill out for 5 seconds #when red hood didnt come home for christmas the whole city heard about kt #it #And batman was SCARY #more than normal #red hood PLEASE call your dad before he puts us in the hospital again

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Nesta’s fantasy (gone wrong) - Artist: snowarox

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puppetmaster13u · 26 days

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Prompt 283

Now Jason would like it known that there was no mpreg situation going on. He isn’t even sure where people got that idea in the first place. Sure, he had taken a few Cores from the goons-in-white who had dared to set up in his turf.

And sure maybe the excess energy from the pit (no wonder he’d been so irritable) was what said baby halfas (Okay, so they’re half human? Alright) had used to reform. And maybe the oldest is visibly less than a year old.

But there Was No Mpreg Situation! He is this close to shooting someone! It was annoying (and slightly amusing) when it was just his goons, but now the Bats have seemingly got it in their heads! Dear Gotham it’s a good thing he’s not planning on like, ever revealing who he is because he would never be able to live this rumor down.

[Winged Ghosts Au too, that seems to be getting lost in reblogs when it's just in the tags lol]

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pursuitseternal · 3 months

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Fly through “The Fifth Day” in a new Batstarion update to “Antics of the Newly Ascended”

Ascended Astarion x f!Reader | M | 1.2K of fluffy bat fluff

Summary: You wake not quite yourself… and your Lord will be the one to guide you this time into the night

CW: cuteness, fluff, toothrotting fluff, bat sex teased, garden ruins, one Ascended Vampire that’s really just his idiotic, ambitious self.

Previous ch | Ao3 link | Masterlist

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It’s a quiet evening for once… you decided to lounge in your rooms, leaving Astarion to have to mingle bereft of your presence. He had pouted, but having you beg so prettily for a moment to yourself, he granted it to you. When you are happy, he is too. And of course he wants you rested, eager and willing for your nightly activities… You had scoffed at the implication in front of the rest of your party, even as your thighs grew hot and your body quivered with the promise of his adoration.

Your body had grown exceptionally heavy, the pull of sleep too great, despite your vampiric powers, your own as his consort that seemed to grow more every day. Your dreams are sweet and soft, like you are wrapped in the plushest of furs, cloaked in a blanket of your bond with your lord.

You can feel his approach even in your dreams, his silken voice tickling your ear as he speaks to you.

“How adorable you are, my pet,” he rasps right in your ear. You yawn and stretch, his caressing touch weaving through the top of your head…. But as your eyes open, your stomach drops.

Your world hangs upside down… or you do. You flail your arms, body shaking as you realize Astarion’s smirking, sharp and handsome face looms below you. It isn’t his hand in your hair… it’s his single digit scratching at the top of your head.

Suddenly, you plumet, arms… no wings flapping wildly as you fall.

Until he catches you in the palms of his hands. “And just when I thought you couldn’t get any more darling… my darling,” he croons quietly, your sensitive ears thankful for his consideration. “Seems the extension of Mephistopheles’ gift has granted you even more abilities as well, my love.”

You try to reply, but all that comes from your little throat are the same squeaking chitters your love has made in this same… form.

“Hush, my treasure,” he smirks. “Now it seems to be my turn to guide you in how to use your powers. And one who has supped on my blood, it seems only fair I be your teacher.” He sets you tenderly down on the bed, careful to let your feet settle first. It’s a strange feeling, claws for feet and wings for arms and fingers. You stretch them out, looking to see the thin skin pulled between your fingers, a soft blue-grey, the same color you see down your belly.

Your fur.

He cocks one hip, his expression one clearly savoring your discovery. Amused. “Think of all the possibilities this adds, my consort… all the new positions and forms we can… experiment with that might just bring us together in new and… exotic ways.”

“No way,” you push your voice into his mind, irritated. “I’m trapped as a bat, and all you can think of are the endless possibilities of fucking in this form?” Your annoyance takes over your body, your wings flapping in rage as you suddenly feel yourself lift from the bedding.

Flying.

“I will not be allowing you to fuck me as a bat… my lord.” You add his title just for formality, just to emphasize you vehement opposition.

Astarion gives a low, rumbling chuckle as he watches you dart around his face. “Well, my pet, we have an eternity for you to change your mind. But at the very least, I’ve spurred you to take flight.”

He crosses to the window, opening the lead-paned window into the cool night. Flashing that look of purest seduction, of ravenous desire in the twist of his smirk and the cant of his brows, he crosses back towards where you fly. A tingle of power pierces the air as he shifts. He swoops at you, the fluffy white bat you have held and pet and chided for being naughty. “Shall we?” he smirks on his pointed face, his voice like velvet even inside your mind.

He flits around you, running the claws of his feet through the fur on your back. It makes you… tingle—warm and molten.

“Dammit, I said no…” you dart away.

“Just a little flight, once around the City, my love. And I promise to be on my best behavior. No fangs or cock until we’ve returned, I swear.”

You give a high-pitched huff, flapping out the window and into the starry sky. You swoop and swirl through the air, following his fluffy white tail and outstretched wings. Diving through garden after garden, park and park, you can’t help but feel the rush of these powers, the way your bond with Astarion hums, vibrating like your membranous wings do as you fly. Flapping, he banks quickly to the side, you follow as best you can, realizing he’s led you back to the Lower City walls, and you instantly recognize these outer palace walls.

The Crimson Palace. Astarion’s old… new home….

He slows himself, an ancient garden enclosed by the palace’s walls, your destination it seems. A grand, stone arch, shadowed by the moonlight, is where he stops. Flipping himself around, he hangs from his own clawed feet in its pointed pinnacle.

You try to do the same, missing it by that much as you stop, fingers and toes clinging into the stone so you can scramble beside him. His body is still bigger than yours, wings wrap tight around you, his white fur that warm blanket you recall from your restful dreams. Nose twitching he holds you just so, the night darkening before dawn now. The garden is derelict, rotting bushes and broken stone figures. You wonder how anyone could think that C— that the former owner of this palace held any affluence.

Though you know the legers in the Counting House speak otherwise.

“Once the brain is defeated, this will all be ours, my treasure…” he purrs wistfully. You can feel the centuries of longing seeping into his thoughts. As if he had stared into this same garden countless times before.

Longing.

Begging for freedom. For light. For growth.

“Needs some work,” you hum in reply. “Some improvements, to be sure. Blooming flowers for one would be nice.”

“Whatever you desire, my love.”

You feel just a tickle, a brush of his head between your twitching, pointed ears. His little snuffles of breath warming your fur and making you spine tingle to be so close to him.

He seems to pull you tighter, wings clutched hard on your body to make you face him once more. “Now, unless you’ve changed your stance on experimentation… I would very much like to… return to our bed, little love.”

“Camp it is,” you laugh into his mind, pushing off him with your little claw feet to launch you back into the night.

“One day…” you hear him chuckle into your thoughts, distantly. Half to himself.

A series of flashes cross from your mind to his…

One day, this will be yours, your palace… One day you’ll fly home here, not some Inn with rooms to share… One day, this garden will bloom, and one day he will fuck you in it. Bat or no, you will be his in his palace. As he will be yours.

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For @marimosalad and @snowfolly

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lyssasdrafts · 5 days

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STAR-CROSSED — rhysand x reader smau

status: ongoing!

pairing: rhysand x reader, bat boys x reader

includes: slice of life, academic rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, model rhysand x photographer reader, slow burn, all the bat boys fall for you at some point

description: rhysand is your competition as prythian university’s top student, meaning neither of you can stand one another. however, once he discovers your passion outside of school, you slowly begin opening up to rhysand and his best friends.

profiles: the bat boys y/n’s group

000: prologue

taglist is open!! let me know if you want to be added

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surielstea · 3 months

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Water and Wings

Pairing: Rhysand x Summer court!Reader

Summary: Rhysand can’t control himself when you touch his wings

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A/N: i need him

The warm water envelopes my body in an inviting manner, reminding me of my home court. I raise my hand to hover over the waters surface, then watch as small streams sprout up from the undisturbed water, creating a small fountain. I smile slightly at the creation before dropping my hand and allowing it to drop back into the water. I swirl a finger under the water, creating tendrils of water to shoot up into the air and swirl around me, the movement of them fluid and serpent like.

"What are you doing?" The voice makes me jump and the water I was controlling shoots out towards the figure. Violet eyes widen and Rhysand swerves the attack, the water splashing onto the wall behind him. I pale when I recognize it was only my mate.

"You scared me." I flush and he chuckles, stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking towards the edge of the sunken in tub, so large it seemed more like a pool. But he knew how much I enjoyed soaking in the water so he had this basin installed the moment we got our own home. "I was looking for you." He stares and I slide over to the edge of the tub where he stands, my arms propping up on the edge and looking up, up, up at him.

"Did you miss me?" I tilt my head. "Of course my darling." He nods, and though the lighthearted sentiment has a small smile tugging at his lips I could see exhaustion roaming in his violet eyes. "Why don't you join me in here?" I offer. His brows raise a fraction. My eyes flick back to the dark, large wings at his back. He didn't want to conceal them today. "I'll let you wash me." I coerce and that has him listening, a familiar glimmer returns to his irises and I can't help but smile in triumph. "Come on Rhysie." I tease and he scoffs at the name, looking away from me. So I stand, the surface now covering my waist down. He shamelessly stares at my breasts as water slides and drips from the peaks of them.

"I'll even wash your wings." I promise, giving him a cheeky smile. "How can I deny that?" He asks rhetorically as he begins to untie his leathers. I watch shamelessly, relishing in every inch of golden tan skin he revealed. I've seen him naked more times than I can count but, cauldron boil me, it never gets old.

He discards his top and I stare right at his chest, his abdomen looking as if it's been carved straight from the gods themselves, his arms that rippled with rivers of muscle. I grin wildly as he quickly discards his pants and takes the steps down into the steaming bath. Before I can say anything he wraps his arms around my damp body, pulling me flush against his warm chest. "How was work?" I asked with a soft tone. His gaze dips from my eyes to my smile. "I don't want to talk about work." He shakes his head, then dips down and presses his lips onto mine, granting an open mouth kiss. His tongue slides over my own in a practiced maneuver, my bare chest pressed solidly against his, my arms coming to rest on his broad shoulders as I clasped my hands behind his neck. I parted my lips for his an easier access and he seized the moment, his tongue exploring any place it could find.

My hands run along the pane of his neck, his shoulder blades, the knotted muscle in the area between his wings where his tattoo lies. "You're tense honey," I hum as soon as he pulls away, his lips moving to my jaw instead where he trails light kisses. "Am I?" He asked and I nod, his head dipping down just beneath my jaw so he could begin work on the exposed column of my neck. "Mhm, maybe I'll give you a massage when we get out?" I offer and he detached from my neck, looking to me. "That sounds nice." He nods, pulling me up and onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

I reach up and run my hands through his black hair, pushing back the dark strands from his face, due to the water from my wet hands the style stayed, if not for one strand that defied all laws of gravity and stayed hanging in front of his forehead. "I like when you play with my hair." He smiles contentedly while I continue dragging my hands through it, occasionally scratching his scalp and pulling small groans from him.

I grin as his head tilted back in pleasure, taking the opportunity to press a soft kiss against the column of his neck, trailing them down the line of his throat before finding his Adam's apple and placing a lasting kiss there, my tongue flicking over the sensitive area and he swallowed, making his throat under my lips bob. I grin and back away, he lifts his head and looks down to me.

"I was promised a wing washing?" He raises a brow and I smile, removing my hands from his hair and dipping them down into the water on either side of his torso. Using my power I will a part of the water we soaked in to stroke up the membrane of his wings before pouring the liquid down the backs of them like a waterfall, cascading from the most sacred part of him.

Along with the movements of the water I reached forward and brushed the back of my fingers along the inside of the membrane. He grunted in constrained passion and I grinned, making it my mission to release whatever he was trying to hold in. I urge the water to run over his wings with a little more pressure, then run my fingers right over one of his older scars. "Darling," He lowly growls with lowered brows, the look that had my legs clenching. "Yes Rhys?" I ask innocently. "Don't— fuck, baby." He gets cut off with his own sigh as I stroke my fingers down a particular vein.

His large hands grip tightly onto my hips, callouses scraping against my soft skin as he pulled me closer, my chest pressed to his and— a gasp leaves my lips as I feel his length hard and throbbing against my stomach. "Do you see what you do to me?" His head lifts, then dips down into my neck. I continue my touch on the most sensitive area of his wing and he attaches his mouth onto my throat, sucking and biting at the tender area.

Every time he nipped the delicate skin he soothed it over with a slow swipe of his tongue. "Rhys," I sigh out while steadily grinding my hips down on nothing, craving any sort of friction. His wings twitch at the sounds and he sucks at the area of my throat so much harder. "Ride me." He commands in a voice one could only discern to be coming from a high lord. I whine when he continues torturing my sore neck.

He pulls back and his nails dig into my sides, catching my attention. I look into his violet eyes, glazed over with pure lust. "Be a good girl and ride me." He demanded, his voice only a whisper but it carried more dominance than an army of the strongest soldiers. A whimper slips from my lips but I nod, lifting onto my knees and placing both of my hands on his shoulders. He watched as I aligned his cock with my entrance.

His lips connect with mine as I slowly inch further down his member, my nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders, moaning out in a pleasurable pain as he stretches me out with his width. "Rhys, I can't—" My breath hitched horribly while I pulled away. "You can." He reassures, his hands on my waist slowly pressing me further and further down.

"Spread your legs for me," He prompts, tears well in my ears but I don't let them slip. I do as he says, spreading my legs and feeling him push deeper up into me. "Atta girl, wider." He praises and my moans fill the bathroom, the sounds echoing off the walls until I've finally settled myself at his base.

"Now ride." He orders with no room for argument in his voice so all I can do is obey. I slowly lift my hips then plunge down onto him. He groans at the feeling of my walls clenching around him. "So tight," He grits out as I go faster, picking up a pace until I'm bouncing up and down on his cock just like he wanted me to.

"Who's my good girl?" He sighed out. Me. I squeezed around him, needy for my release. "Say it." His gaze falls from mine and down to my breasts that bounced with every rutting of my hips. "I'm your good, uh—" He bucked his hips up to meet mine and I mewled out at the euphoric feeling. "I'm your good girl." I manage to whimper and a maniacal smile curves his perfect lips.

The water rocks around us with every thrust of his hips. I could feel every inch of him inside me, just thinking about how large he was had my legs convulsing. He was filling me to the brim, stretching my walls around him to fit to him perfectly, just for him and no one else. I continue bouncing up and down on him, my nails digging into his shoulders with creased brows and teary eyes.

"That's it, just like that." One of his hand comes up and gropes my breast, his thumb flicking over its bud. I writhe under his touch, keeping my pace but moving my hands from his shoulders and towards his wings, gripping them like handlebars. He groans at the foreign feeling, not being able to contain himself and sending lewd images into my head.

One of my mouth wrapped around his cock, slobber and pre-cum lubing him as he held the back of my head and fucked my throat, his hand around my neck as he felt me take him. I was drooling all over but he loved it, got off on what a mess I was while he continued to pound into my mouth. A moan slips from me at the scene. Another flashes in my head where he's got his head between my thighs, legs thrown over his shoulders as he ravages. Feasting on me and torturing my clit, sucking and swirling his tongue all over the puffy area. Licking through my folds before he has me grinding up onto his face while he tongue-fucked me. That vision leaves my head and the last one enters, me bent over this very tub with him fucking into me, his hand gripping my hair while he had his other hand gripping the plushness of my ass with the occasional smack from his hand, the pain making me scream in need as my front pressed against the cold floor, his movements never ceased and the sounds of his balls slapping against my cunt had my back arching.

He pulled the visions away when I let go of his wings. I could feel my release barreling closer now that I had all those fantasies playing in my mind. "Rhys— I'm gonna," I try to say but he grabs me from under my thighs and lifts me up until I was only clenching around the tip of him, wanting all of him. "You gonna cum darling?" He arched a perfect brow and a whimper slips from my lips as I felt the knot deep in my abdomen slowly dissipate.

"Beg for it." His eyes glowed with something I recognized too well. "Rhys, please." My voice is nearing a rasp and he smiles. "More." He hums, his tip pulsing inside of me. "I need your cock so bad, need to cum please. I'll be a good girl I promise." Tears shimmer in my eyes as I continue my pleads. Seemingly satisfied with my words he both drives his hips up and slams me down onto him simultaneously making me cry out in pure bliss.

My walls quiver around him as moans rip from my throat. "Needy girl, aren't you?" He teases and I nod with fervor, agreeing with anything he wants me to. I pulse around him and I feel his cock twitch with need. He was close but I was going to cum any second. I can't take being overstimulated today I'm already too sensitive.

I reach out for his wings again, sliding my fingers along the vein and he bucks up harder, groans flowing from his lips as he stuffs me full, hitting a spongy bundle of nerves over and over again. I cry out as my clit rubs against his flexing abdomen. "Fuck Rhys," I moan as I throw my head back, pressing my hand hard against the membrane. He roars in pleasure as he continues his thrusts that were slowly growing more and more sloppier but not relenting in force.

"I'm gonna cum," I manage to whine out as my brows twitch towards each other and my release builds. "It's okay darling, me too." He confesses in a pant and I nod, needing his release to warm me. "Inside." I mumble and his grin turns wicked. He ruts his hips upward and his hard stomach is brushing against my clit yet again, pushing me over the edge and the restraint I have snaps.

A euphoric wave crashed down over me, drowning me in pure ecstasy as my release came to, my walls fluttering around his twitching cock and my legs shaking in stimulation. In a few more thrusts he came too, his warm seed shooting into me just as I wanted it, stuffing me entirely full. His head hung back as he released, painting my walls with a strained groan. Our pants sounded through the room, heavy passion filled breathing turned into soft moans and grunts as he slowly pumped himself, both of us coming down from that pleasurable high.

He pulled out of me, reciting a whimper from my lips. The pressure of the water held his seed inside of me, allowing it to be stuffed there until he stood and lifted me up by my torso, my legs incapable of walking at the moment. His release dripping down my thighs as it seeped out of me, I clenched around nothing and hoped to seal it inside of me, not wanting to make more of a mess.

"Looks like you need another bath." He tucks a strand of hair sticking to my sweat lined forehead behind my ear and I nod with a hazy look in my eyes.

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