#feyre smut
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Lovers | Feysand X Freader
A/n; based off this request! Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy!
warnings; smut, lil bit of angst?, threesome, p in v, v in ur mouth 😍😍, cussing? Message me if I missed anything guys! Happy reading!
It had been 2 weeks since the night. You had stayed holed up in your apartment. You were embarrassed- or no ashamed? Confused? And bewildered by what had happened. Rhysand had invited you to Rita’s with the inner circle. You had went- enjoyed the night. And then it was time to leave. Everyone went their separate ways, except you. So you ended up on the couch beside Feyre and Rhys, drinking the tea she had made you.
“Thank you Feyre.” You whispered, grasping the hot tea she had made you. She smiled and nodded, keen eyes watching as you sipped on it. She sat down beside you again, closer this time, leaving you almost sandwiched between her and Rhys. You all sat in comfortable silence as you finished your tea. You hadn’t been drinking that night, as you didn’t feel like it. The drink was warm in your body. It relaxed you. You almost didn’t notice Rhysand’s wing brushing closer to your skin. You decided he hadn’t done it on purpose and ignored it. Until you turned your head to Feyre, and her lips were smashing against yours. She was kissing you. Her lips tasted of cherries. She chopped your face gently but firm. What was happening? You waited for Rhys to freak out but before you knew it, you felt his hand on your waist and thighs, his lips meeting your neck. Oh gods. What was happening?
And why did it feel so good? You melted into the kiss before jerking back, gasping for air. They both pulled back. Their eyes were glued to you. Your face was flushed slightly.
“Are you okay with this?” Rhysand purred behind you. You didn’t have time to think before you were nodding.
“Yeah.”
The night was magical. They certainly worked as a pair to make you cum more then once. And by the end of the night, hours later, you laid in their arms. And then in the morning you went home before they woke. You had no words. What were you suppose to say? You had shown them your most vulnerable side. Naked and pleading for them-
And now you didn’t know where any of you stood. You sighed internally. They probably were just trying something new and you were the easiest option. Easy. Easy.? Yeah. That was it. It was a one time fuck. You were just Feyre’s friend and Rhysand’s worker. Nothing more.
That thought shouldn’t of hurt, but it did. You weren’t anything. The urge to dissociate and never speak to them grew stronger. Run away and hide- but you could never escape from two beings so strong. Or would they even care if you left? They had eachother. They didn’t need you. You were a quick fuck.
A knock sounded on your door, distracting you from your thoughts. Who was here? You slowly slid from the bath, the water cold now. You threw on a shirt and made your way to the door. Cassian stood there.
“Hey!” He chirped loudly. His wings were flared slightly. He made note of your appearance. You seemed tired. And stressed.
“Hey Cas?” You said, raising an eyebrow. You leaned against the door frame. Why was he here?
“You haven’t been around in awhile! We were getting worried. You sick or something?” He pried. His eyes scanned your apartment behind you. It was a bit of a mess.
“Oh..yeah. Just haven’t been feeling well I guess.” You lied, knowing he would report back to Rhysand immediately. What we’re you suppose to say? ‘Oh I’m just sad and depressed because I fucked your high lord and high lady!’ Definitely not.
Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed. You did look sick. Your scent was weird too. Whatever you were, it wasn’t happy and healthy. “Have you seen a doctor?” He asked.
“No? I’m fine.” You said, wanting him to leave. He bristled slightly.
“Y/n-“
“I’m fine.” You growled. He sighed. He nodded.
“Okay.” And then he was gone. You felt bad, but you didn’t want to be around anyone right now.
Not even an hour passed before banging at your door started. What the fuck? You quickly approached the door and slammed it open. Before you could get any words out, hands were on your face, inspecting you. Rhysand.
“You’re sick.” He stated. he brushed your hair from your face, holding a hand to your forehead. Cassian snitched. The little fucker. You pulled away harshly, taking a step back.
“I’m fine.” You said for what felt like the millionth time today. He stepped forward with you, eyes narrowed. They searched over you, looking for injuries. He looked back to you. He sniffed the air.
“You smell weird.” He commented. You rolled your eyes.
“Wow thanks.” You said sarcastically. You turned around and walked back into your apartment hoping he’d get the hint and leave. He followed you in. He looked around the apartment.
“Maybe it’s this shithole. The air is musty around here, you should come live in one of our houses.” He purred with a smirk.
“No.”
His smirk dropped. He approached where you stood in the kitchen, his wings crowding the space as he stood behind you. He observed your cooking. “Cauldron. Being sick makes you cranky.” He teased. “If you were sick you should’ve told me. You could’ve come and let me and Feyre care for you.”
You tensed. What was he playing? You focused on the pot of your favorite comfort food. You stepped closer to the stove rather then being near him.
“I’m not sick.” You mumbled, wanting him to leave.
“Hm? Then why do you smell rotten?”
You flinched at his words. You turned around facing him. He was so tall. “Unless you came here for something else other then insulting me with every sentence, I suggest you leave.” You threatened. His eyes widened. His wings spread.
“You’re coming with me.” He declared suddenly. It was your turn to be shocked. “I suggest you start packing.”
Rhysand didn’t give you a choice, joining you in packing a few of your clothes. Why was he doing this?
You currently sat on a couch. The same couch where feyre ate you out. Where Rhysand fingered you. You shook the nasty thoughts away. Easy. You where just an easy fuck. Nothing more. You reminded yourself. Still- you felt a small growing heat in your body.
Feyre and Rhysand sat in front of you on the opposite couch. This was awkward.
“You have two options.” Feyre started.
“You can tell us what’s wrong and why you haven’t gone to a doctor, or you can let us call Madja.” Rhysand finished.
You groaned out loud. “For the last time! I’m fine. I’m not sick.”
Feyre opened her mouth to point out your scent. Rhysand stopped her.
“Then whats wrong?” Rhysand inquired. They both stared at you with big expecting eyes. You definitely weren’t getting out of this.
“I lied. I didn’t want to have to go back to work.” You mumbled. This was humiliating. Feyre quirked a brow. You weren’t the type that was lazy. You always showed up. You were a medicine specialist, and a healer. And also the best poison artist. Everyone in the inner circle loved you so much that you eventually just started being apart of it. And for you not to show up, meant something was wrong. Was it someone? No. You still smelled unhealthy.
“Explain.” Rhysand demanded, adjusting his position.
“I didn’t wanna be around you.” You stated. They both flinched and looked to each other.
“Is this about that night?” Feyre questioned. You stayed silent, not wanting to answer.
“Damnit Rhys I knew we made a mistake not checking in sooner.” Feyre growled quietly. Rhysand sighed, nodding in agreement.
“What?” You asked. What did she mean?
“We’re sorry we didn’t come and check up on you-“ Rhysand started. He sighed again. “I thought it would be best to give you space and let you process things.”
“Process? Process what? It was sex. That was it.” You barked.
Both of their faces dropped. “Just sex..?” Rhysand questioned. Feyre turned back to you. “It wasn’t just sex.” She growled challenging.
The room went silent. Feyre rubbed her temples. Rhysand stood abruptly. You looked up at him as he stepped closer.
“Love. It wasn’t ‘just sex.’ At least, not to us. It was much more. We both have liked, no loved, you for awhile. Ever since you joined the night court. We thought us making love to you made our intentions clear. When you disappeared we assumed you needed space to adjust to having two mates.” Rhysand spoke softly, crouching in front of you.
Oh. Oh. “Mates?!” You whispered. He nodded. Oh mother. Two mates? They were your mates. Your fucking mates. A sense of panic filled your system. They were making love to you and you thought they were just fucking you. Of course you had a small crush on them. Who wouldn’t? But you never saw it going anywhere. But now? Mates. Mates.
You couldn’t help but warm, remembering the night. Remembering had originally made you feel embarrassed. But now? You remembered how gentle and loving they were. The way Rhys pumped himself gently into you, kissing at your neck, with feyre suckling on your swollen clit. Your face heated up at the memory. Talons caressed your mind gently. You quickly shook the thought away, embarrassed at the wet feeling in your panties.
A hand rubbed your knee. Feyre. She was now beside you both. “It’s okay, love. We know it’s a lot to process. But don’t lie about being sick again. It had us worried.” She motioned to your bags beside the couch. Her voice was slightly scolding.
“I..” you paused. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to. Let us in.” Rhysand murmured, two sets of talons gently scratching your mind barriers. You let the barriers down. You felt them both crowding in your mind, searching and going over all your thoughts the pass two weeks. Trying asses how you feel. You felt embarrassed.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of darling.” Feyre **purred in your mind. They looked to each other when they were done.
Rhysand’s hand slowly went higher on your leg. His hand approaching your inner thigh. You squeezed them together instinctively. He smirked.
“You’re not easy. You’re not an experiment. You’re are mate.” He said, loud and clear. Feyre nodded, moving to sit beside you. She brushed your hair behind your ear.
You nodded. “And we can take our time. We don’t have to rush into this. But please, don’t distant yourself away. We’ll wait days to years until your ready to accept our bond.” Feyre whispered.
I want to accept it now. You thought. They both smirked cheekily.
“Words, love.” Rhysand purred, his hands suddenly dipping under your skirt. You felt his fingers brush against your clothed pussy. An embarrassing loud wet noise sounded. His smile grew wider. Feyre snickered.
“I want to-“ you gasped as Feyre’s hands cupped your breast, teasing your nipple slightly. Rhysand took the opportunity to slip your panties aside and trail his fingers through your slick.
“Hm?” Feyre teased.
“I want to accept the bond- now-“ you whispered out, hand clutching at Rhys’s wrist. It did nothing to stop his finger entering your cunt. It was a stretch already. He was big. You only came up to Rhysand’s chest when standing in front of him, and naturally everything on his body was bigger. Feyre ate you out last time to help adjust your body to his cock.
“Good girl.” They said in your mind. The praise triggered a rush of heat to your body again. Feyre’s hands slowly unbuttoned your blouse. She leaned down and licked a stripe in between your breast. Her nails turned to claws as she effortlessly ripped away your bra. Your chest was bare now. Your nipples hardened to the cold air. She leaned down, sucking a nipple into her mouth. You moaned, clenching on Rhysand’s finger. ke knelt between your legs, taking his time in spreading you open. He added another finger.
“She’s so tight.” Rhysand groaned, watching as your cunt clenched down. It was making a lot of noise now. Feyre giggled against your chest, fondling the other.
“And sensitive.” She purred. She flicked your other nipple, causing you to cry out. It hurt, but it felt so good. Rhysand attempted easing another finger in.
“Relax baby, i won’t be able to stuff you full if I can’t get two fingers in.”
You took a deep breath, calming your body. Everything felt so hot. Your breath were coming out in short pants. Feyre moved away, causing you to whine. She giggled again, her claw scraping your head gently. Rhysand’s fingers slowly entered you, pressing against the right spot. A spot you knew your fingers couldn’t even reach. He suddenly jerked away, leaving you empty. You whimpered softly.
He smiled and started removing your skirt and panties. Your panties were soaked. He held on to them a little longer, taking his time in sniffing them lewdly. He set them aside. You were completely bare. They were still clothed. You felt vulnerable and weak around them. And for some reason that made you wetter. You were at their will.
Rhysand’s fingers entered again, setting a much faster pace this time. They pressed into your g-spot everytime they entered. You bit your lip, trying to contain your noises.
Feyre growled warningly, and leaning nipping your cheek. She caught your lips in a rough kiss, hand clasping at your jaw. Her tongue entered your mouth, exploring. It was so stimulating- it was hard to breath but you couldn’t care. Rhysand’s fingers pumping in you, and her tongue in your mouth. Rhysand’s tongue met your clit causing you to gasp. He kitten licked it a few times before pulling back. He was fingering you so aggressively. A third finger went in.
You moaned into Feyre’s mouth as her hand started toying with your breast again. A knot formed in your stomach. They weren’t even touching your clit and yet you were about to cum. Rhysand smirked knowingly. Feyre but your lip, and pulled away. She watched with piercing eyes.
“Look at your pretty pussy baby. It’s so wet. You’re soaking the couch.” She muttered, pulling your chin down to force you to look. Your wetness was all over his hands, practically drowning them. He was watching you. He pumped harder, enjoying the way your cunt squelched with each thrust of his hand. Your thighs clenched together, only his hands stopping them from closing completely. You were so close.
You yelled when his other hand came down against your clit, slapping it roughly. You didn’t have time to process it before you were squirting on his chest. His mouth immediately latched onto you, drinking in your juices greedily. You cried out, squirming, it was too much. Feyre watched with amazement.
“Awe. We have a squirter. You didn’t do that last time, sweetie.” She squealed. Rhysand moaned against your cunt, the vibrations making you whine. He pulled away, petting your inner thigh to soothe you.
“You didn’t have permission to cum yet. You disobeyed. And yet you came just from me slapping your clit. Such a needy slut for us.” He scolded, causing you to look away in embarrassment. You clenched around nothing.
“And she tastes so fucking good.” Rhysand said, swiping his fingers across your cunt before shoving them in Feyre’s mouth. Feyre moaned at the taste, slurping on his fingers loudly. You felt yourself grow wetter at the sight. Rhysand leaned up taking his fingers out and smashing his lips on hers. They made out aggressively, growling and nipping eachother’s lips. You moaned at the sight.
It snapped their attention to you. They broke off the kiss, eyes sliding to your body. Your beautiful body.
“C’mere” Feyre whispered, grabbing you gently and winnowing both you and Rhysand into their room. You landed in the bed. You watched as they undressed quickly, making their way to you. Rhysand approached and dragged you to the edge. He slotted himself in between your legs. His cock was hard and throbbing. It was massive. You wondered how you managed to take it last time. He smiled at your thoughts, petting your thigh softly. Feyre climbed on the bed, straddling your head. Her pussy was glistening and dripping wet.
“Open up darling.” She muttered, lowering herself onto your mouth. You quickly latched on, licking and slurping aggressively against her heat. She tasted so fucking good. Her hips rocked, slowly fucking your face. Her hands found your hair, holding you in place.
Rhysand ran a finger down your lips, watching as you squirmed. He was so hard. Painfully hard. He watched as you desperately slurped on Feyre’s cunt. Like a pathetic little puppy. God. He loved his two lovers so much. He playfully slapped your pussy again, making you whimper against her cunt.
“Shut up. You came without permission, so you don’t get a say in anything else.” Feyre reprimanded, pressing her hips down harder. She watched as you moaned helplessly. Her pussy dripped more juices.
Rhysand rubbed his throbbing tip up and down your slit, lubricating himself. His tongue ran over his lips.
You squeaked when Rhys shoved his long length in, it sliding easily in. It was a tight fit, and heat spread throughout your whole body. It felt like you were on fire. Feyre smirked and continued rutting her pussy on your face, watching as you mouth became a wet mess. She tasted like candy- and fuck it was good. You lapped helplessly on her clit. Rhys’ tip kissed your cervix, pushing. And then he started thrusting. His heavy balls slapped against your ass, creating wet noises.
You couldn’t help your broken moans, suckling on Feyre’s clit, and getting pounded roughly by Rhys. His hand rubbed your thigh, and his other flicked your clit a few times before rubbing it fast. You couldn’t do anything to stop him as you were overcome with an intense amount of pleasure. Feyre grasped your hair tighter, moaning loudly.
“Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” She groaned, watching as you whimpered and licked her desperately. She came in your mouth with a low feminine growl, claws scraping your hair. Her release filled your mouth, and you swallowed it obediently. She moved away, kissing you gently. A sharp contrast from her fucking your face. Rhysand pinched your clit, slamming his cock deeper into you. A familiar knot formed in your stomach, making you moan. His hand moved from your thigh, rising to your stomach where he bulged. He was so deep. He pressed onto it roughly, watching as your back arched.“Stupid slut- you enjoy this so much don’t you? Getting fucked by your two mates. Look how deep I am. Gonna fill this tight little cunt up.” Rhysand stuttered out, his moans filling the room. Feyre moved, letting you see the bulge in your stomach that formed with every thrust up. Holy fuck. His other hand started roughly rubbing your clit.
“No-“ you whined out. It was too much. “Can’t!” Rhysand leaned forward, knocking you in a mating press. His hips snapped roughly into yours. He gently kissed you and leaned over to kiss feyre, ignoring your cries. He only went faster, not listening. He pulled away from Feyre. “Rhys- please-“ You screamed. And then the knot snapped, your body shaking vigorously as you came on his dick.
And he didn’t stop. His hips snapped aggressively, heavy balls full of cum. He snickered as you tried squirming away.
“Where you goin’ baby? Not done yet- gonna stuff this pussy full of cum. You want that right?” He purred, lifting your legs on his shoulders. He gently kissed your ankle. Feyre leaned and started biting and nipping your chest. It was too much.
“Y-yes!” You yelled, feeling dumb fucked. His cock dragged along your walls, aggressively hitting the spot that made your toes curl. Your moans came out in broken chants of their names, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.
“Oh cauldron- gonna cum.” He whimpered out, flicking your clit wildly. His cock slammed in one more time, stilling and releasing ropes of hot cum. The feeling brought you to your next release.
The room filled with pants and the smell of sex. Feyre’s hand gently rubbed your stomach, soothing you. She released your nipple and grinned happily. She brushed back a piece of sweaty hair.
“So cute..” she praised. She kissed your cheek. Rhysand slowly pulled out. He patted your thigh gently.
“Did so good baby.” He praised too. Everything was hazy, and spinning. You were blissed out. He smiled and tapped your face a few times.
“You with us?” He muttered. You nodded. He leaned back and slid a finger in your cunt, causing you to gasp. He pulled it out, stringing your juices and his cum. He smirked and licked it off of his finger.
“Ready?” Feyre asked.
“What?” You questioned.
“Oh cmon on. You didn’t seriously think we were done with our little cum dump yet did you?” She laughed. Rhysand grabbed your hips, flipped you around and pulled your ass high in the air. He leaned down and licked a stripe up your cunt.
“No. We’re far from done.” Your mate whispered, diving in.
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ohhh love the new theme😍
i was wondering if i could please request one where it’s feysand x reader where reader has a mommy kink, mdlg kinda vibe. I literally cannot stop thinking ab mommy feyre, she would be the perfect caretaker ever. Like imagine laying on her tits just sucking on them while she strokes your hair😩 I NEED HER RNNNNN
ohhh imagine rhys walks in and sees them chilling with reader sucking on feyre. ugh and he would be the perfect daddy🧎♀️ and he puts his dick in reader and the three of them just lay there all night.
i just need them right now… like it’s getting ridiculous
OHHH and imagine when they’re being casual, like feyre does cute hairstyles for reader, rhys picks out dresses for them to wear, and anything reader wants, they give to her. literally spoiled rotten. and they’re so wise and give great advice and really lead the relationship. reader doesn’t even have to use her brain around them, she just ✨ exists ✨
i’m so desperate for them someone help
Taking Care of You hc
Feysand x reader
A/n: thank you! Omg I need them now too, this request is everything 🤪
Warnings: ddlg, mdlg, nsfw content at the end
The two of them are truly perfect for this kind of relationship
They’re both gift givers and they just want the best for those they love
You love & cherish them with your whole heart
You’re very clingy with them and they don’t mind one bit, they think it’s adorable
Especially Feyre, she adores how much you want to be with her and when you call her mommy she tries so hard not to blush
Every morning Rhys is always the first one awake for training and work
You and Feyre like to sleep in and get ready together
Your morning routine is typically taking a bath together, dress, and eat breakfast
Rhys lays out your outfits for you bc he’s a style icon. They always want you to look and feel pretty and cute
After the bath you sit at your vanity and Feyre brushes your hair, styling your hair and putting in the most gorgeous, expensive hair clips
You’re positively spoiled rotten on a daily basis
Eating out at the best restaurants in Velaris
Shopping at the expensive stores across Velaris
Vacations in the summer and day courts at villas
Anything you could dream of it’s yours. Even if you think it’s something so wild and unreachable Rhys always tell you to ask anyway and he will do his best to make it happen, “Anything your heart desires my sweet. We will get it for you.” He’d say while holding your hands
It’s just princess treatment 24/7 with them
They’re great advice givers. Between everything Feyre has been through and Rhys’s years they always know what to say
They also always know what you need
Both of them being daemati is perfect for you
They can look into your mind and know what you want, what you’re feeling, and what your mood is
Rhys and Feyre want to make sure you’re happy with the way things are. They want what’s best for their sweet little angel, it’s their job to take of you after all
Whenever you’re feeling tired Feyre and Rhys always encourage you to go bed
“You need your sleep angel so you can stay perfect.” Feyre tells you. “Go to bed sweet we will be up soon.” Rhys adds with a kiss on your head. A big yawn comes out as you nod, giving them each a hug & kiss before going upstairs
You never know who’s going to come up to bed first
70% of the time it’s Feyre and when she comes into the bedroom she gives you a cute sleepy smile
She climbs into bed next to you and lays on her side facing you as she gently strokes your face
The three of you always sleep naked
On nights when you can’t fall asleep Feyre always knows calms you down
“Angel you need to sleep. Do you want mommy to help you?” “Yes mommy.” Feyre turns slightly, exposing her breasts to you, opening her arms and motioning for you to come closer
You shimmy into her embrace and place kitten licks on her pert nipple. Feyre moans softly, gently placing her hands in your hair
She lightly scratches at your hair as you start to softly suck on her
Her praise in intimate moments like this makes you blush like crazy. “There you go Angel. I can see you getting sleepy, good girl.” “Just like that baby.” “You’re doing so good for mommy.”
Rhys comes up and wears a faux pout when he sees you and Feyre tangled up together, “Aww you couldn’t sleep baby?” He coos. Feyre shushes him and gives the High Lord a stern look
“Daddy will you help me too?” You ask, pulling your lips away from Feyre to give him a sleepy pout and doe eyes. “Of course baby.” He climbs into bed After undressing, spooning you and making sure you’re ready for him with his fingers
As Rhys slides into your dripping pussy you moan around Feyre
Rhys stays cuddled to you with his arm around your middle. occasionally kissing the back of your head and whispering sweet nothings of praise and love in your ear
They can tell you’re getting sleepy and Feyre goes back to tracing your face as your eyelids start to droop
You try to force your eyes back open and jerk yourself awake but Feyre shushes you, “Sshhh Angel. Let yourself sleep, we’ve got you.”
You let your eyes fall shut and drift off to sleep
When you wake up in the morning your squished between the two of them
Your head on Feyre’s breasts and Rhys’s chest pressed against your back
Noticing they’re still asleep you snuggle back into their warmth to get a few more minutes of sleep
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Give and Take
Feyre x reader
Day 1: Lady of Many Faces
Synopsis: as High Lady, many citizens of Velaris have come to know her as kind; compassionate. Lending mercy where others would falter. As her lover, you bear witness to her more…unforgiving, tendencies.
a/n: I can’t manage a whole week, but I thought it would be nice to participate in @feyreweekofficial for a little 🧡💛
warnings: smut, references to poly!feysand though it’s strictly feyre x reader, slightly mean!feyre, face sitting, pussy spanking
word count: 2,096
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Feyre sends you a dark glance as Mor looks away to check on a friend, a stern warning if you’ve ever felt one.
She pastes a warm smile back on her rosey lips as Mor returns her attention to the two of you, shifting to stand closer, raising her glass to sip from, smoothly concealing her steadily thinning patience. The bubbly blonde gives a wince, making an excuse to slip away and check on her partner, leaving you alone with your mate.
“Enjoying the evening?” You ask lightly, hastily searching the room for a group to escape to, able to feel her tension rippling down the bond. “Not as much as you, apparently,” she replies, blue-grey eyes flicking sharply over the rim of her glass.
You offer her a sheepish half-smile, still searching for your third, maybe the only one who’d be able to spare you from her growing impatience. “Feyre, we were just joking,” you try, reaching to take her hand, “you know, having some fun at a boring party.” She hums, unfaltering from her position, pulling her hand away to pluck your glass away. “I think you’ve been having a little too much to drink. Maybe you should retire for the night.”
In a move of alcohol fuelled stupidity, you roll your eyes, huffing. “Jealousy isn’t a pretty colour, feyre,” you pout, shifting your weight to one leg, folding your arms over your chest. You offer a small smile, stepping into her space, both hands wrapping around her free palm, eyes twinkling. “You could retire with me…?”
Piercing blue-grey sweeps over you, and you press closer, breasts brushing against her ink-laced arm. She moves, lightly but firmly gripping your hip, keeping you still. “You have ten minutes,” she whispers beside your ear, hair prickling at the nape of your neck. “If you aren’t ready when I find you…” Her gaze cuts to you, but it’s not your High Lady, nor is it your mate.
The gaze you meet belongs to the ruler of the Hewn City.
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Pleasure shivers down your spine, cool air pebbling your skin into goosebumps as you strip away your dress, fabric pooling in a lake of pale silk upon the hardwood floor.
You’d been anticipating a reaction of some kind, but not to this extent, and you find yourself relieved to have slipped into the lace beforehand. Pulling the ribbon from your hair, you allow it free, excitement unspooling in your lower abdomen as you move toward the bed, spine curving as the mattress dips beneath your knee, crawling to its head.
The doors open barely even a second after you’ve settled down, a wolf hunting her prey, herding you to right where she wants. An easy meal, her eyes gleaming with vulpine hunger, sweeping over your bare skin. Greedily settling on the blue-grey underthings you’d slid into while preparing for the ball.
She stalks forward, slowly discarding her dress like a second skin, the kind, adoring mask of the High Lady giving way to starving hunger, those years in the forest not leaving her without scars. Her ravenous touches burn at your skin sometimes, so intense, so set on devouring you whole you’re convinced along with her powers she carries the magic to drink straight from your soul, feeding off your adoration.
“Want to try and explain your way out of it,” she drawls lowly, elegantly climbing onto the bed, crawling toward you. “Or are you going to be quiet and accept the inevitable?”
Your head dips, heat flushing your body as your toes curl, meeting her simmering gaze as you part your thighs, making room for her to settle. Her rosey lips curve, eyes gleaming with menace, “the latter, I suppose?”
“What do you want me to do?” You ask softly, bracing your upper body on your forearms, jaw inclining to peer up at her as she pauses above you. Keeping you in. She angles her head, watching you with predatory interest, sizing up her next meal. “Make it up to me.”
Blinking, your lips part, tongue swiping out over your lower one as heat unravels through your body. “Any way?” You murmur, mind already considering what you could do. “Whatever you think suitable, considering your actions,” she drawls, knowing how all the options will surely overwhelm you. Every fantasy you can create playing out behind your eyes, easy for her to observe.
Feyre feels arousal warm between her legs as your eyes dip to her mouth pleadingly, any sort of abrasiveness melted away beneath her attention, your attitude fading now she’s giving you what you want. She can practically scent how soaked your underwear is, how eager and ready you are to take and give and devour.
Your mouths meet, and former thought is washed away, lips slanting hotly against one another with a familiarity that has both of you fracturing a little. Moving with a swift undercurrent, tension tightening as teeth come into play, growing rougher and hungrier with each passing second. Hands tangle in hair, bodies press tight, tongues lick over one another.
Desire gets the better of you first, your hand sliding down her spine, encouraging her to arc against you, breasts flushing with your own, and you moan into her mouth. Palms settle over her hips and you roll over, her silky hair cascading over pillows like a messy halo, her cheeks warm and flushed, eyes glinting with demand. A queen waiting to be served.
You’re more than happy to obey.
You kiss down the length of her throat, licking and sucking where you can, ultimately focused on your end point as you inch down her wonderfully trained body. The muscle of her arms that helps her handle you into position when you’re being insolent, the thighs that trap and squeeze you when you’re being a brat beneath her, those lovely inner muscles that clamp down around your tongue and fingers when you eat her out.
Teeth drag over your lip, half a thought and the lace over her breasts vanishes, eyeing up her dusty pink nipples with arousal at the feast before you. Without any more pause, you dip down, giving an appreciative lap to one before fully putting your mouth over her as she moans lowly. Fingers tangle in your hair, gripping as her legs wrap around your hips, pulling you closer so she can find friction.
“Sweetness,” she warns when your teeth nip out, unable to resist. You blink up at her with false innocence, and you’re rewarded with a disciplinary tug on your hair, reminding you of your task: making it up to her.
You offer a smile in response, thumbs skating across her nipples before reaching where you want. Palms run over the tops of her thighs before slipping beneath her knees, bending them so she can be spread wider, more than familiar with the mechanics of her body.
You waste no time in dipping forward, pressing your face between her thighs, eyes fluttering shut with pleasure as her arousal washes over you, stark and concentrated. Heat bursts in your lower tummy, both of you moaning as you bury deeper, nosing at her cunt, fingers dancing over the tops of her thighs, ticklish and light. Feyre rolls her hips down, hand still kept in your hair to hold you in place as she gently finds her pleasure.
Arousal dims your mind, wanting to taste her, to lick, suck, and touch everything you can. Your mouth opens over her clothed cunt, dragging the wet heat of your tongue over her sopping underwear, sealing your lips against her, drinking her flavour from the fabric. Feyre groans lowly, foot dragging over your back, raising her hips out of instinct to invite more pleasure into her body.
You moan, swept away as she encompasses your senses, eagerly applying yourself to her until neither of you can take it.
“On your back,” Feyre breathes, hurriedly shifting into motion, causing you to whine as she pulls away. “On your back,” she repeats, harsher this time, and you hasten to obey. To do anything if it’ll return her to you. You need to feel her weight on your mouth, set on your tongue.
The second you’ve settled, she’s swinging her thigh over your head, having already discarded her underwear and you hardly have the time to comprehend that before she’s sat down, rightfully over you. Your eyes roll back, able to feel the heat that rolls from her cunt, her thighs, the wetness that glosses your lips, surely gleaming on your cheeks as she winds over you.
“Fuck,” she groans lowly, thighs spreading wider as her hands roam over your chest, thumbs flicking over your lace covered nipples before she vanishes the clothing. “So pretty. So fucking pretty.” You moan, tongue flicking out, lips sealing against her cunt as you swipe over her, pushing at her entrance, circling her clit eagerly, suckling on the sensitive bud, pressing closer between her thighs.
You gasp as she travels lower, fingers dancing over your abdomen, snapping the band of your underwear back against your hip teasingly, hauling a whimper from your chest. She laughs breathlessly, “should I touch you?” Beneath her you whine, thighs parting, urging her on as you make out with her cunt with a conviction that has more arousal dripping onto your tongue.
She hums, amused by your determination, raising her palm and you whimper at the lack of attention.
You yelp when she brings her palm down, connecting with your heat, slapping your cunt with a sharp, unrelenting motion. She gives you no reprieve before repeating it, unforgiving and relentless, keeping you beneath her as she takes her pleasure. One, then another, and another—unending as surprising arousal and heat gathers in response, so desperate for her touch you’d take pain over numbness.
“How many do you think you deserve, sweet girl?” She muses lightly, rolling her hips down, your mouth remaining open beneath her cunt, licking eagerly, drinking her down. “Five more? Ten?”
Your toes curl, thighs pressing together, heat swirling down your spine as she laughs again, gently plying you apart. “Start misbehaving now and it’ll only get worse,” she reminds, amusement prominent in her tone. “I thought you’d decided to be quiet and accept what’s coming?”
Again you whimper, arms wrapping over her hips to show your conviction, your need for her pleasure, to have her releasing on your tongue.
Feyre pauses, feeling how you’re blindly reaching for her across that mental bridge, stumbling through the dark in search of her. Her lips curve, bringing you in, opening the gates to allow access, curious what you have to offer. It’s not an image, but senses flood her own, the heat, stark arousal, the wetness that you’re licking through, obscene slurping sounds emphasised through the bond, receiving pleasure in both the mental and physical parts of herself, and the high hits her hard.
She gasps, movements increasing in pace, hips grinding over your mouth, pressing her clit to your tongue as she flutters with mind-numbing pleasure. Waves rush her body, rolling beneath her skin, palming her breasts as she sits back on your mouth, indulging in the repetitive flick of your tongue until the heat begins to fade.
You continue lapping gently, desperate to clean the release from between her thighs, to commit her flavour to memory as her hips still, panting softly above you. “That was good,” she pants, smiling faintly as she eases off you, threads of saliva joining from your lips to her heat. “So good for me, hm?”
You lick her flavour away, certain your skin is gleaming, but neither of your care as she crawls over you, pushing her mouth to yours eagerly, lapping at her taste as you share the slice of heaven with her. It’s hot and messy, open and needful as arousal twines gently between you until she pulls away, straddling your hips.
“But you know, you still need a little more discipline,” she breathes lowly, reaching back, loving how you flush when her hand cups your wet heat, underwear drenched. “Are you going to be good and take it?” She asks, smirking.
Your lips part on a gasp as she slips her hand down your underwear, the pads of her fingers brushing against the bare heat of your clit, locating it effortlessly.
Pushing the heat away, you manage a nod, meeting her lustful gaze.
“I’ll take it,” you murmur, hands settling on her hips, and she smiles.
“Good girl,” she croons, palm pulling back. “Just five more.”
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I neeeedddd you to write something about sugar baby reader and sugar mommy feyre and daddy Rhys
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summary: feyre and rhysand take their sugar baby and girlfriend lingerie shopping.
warnings: mentions of insecurities, sexual themes, more of a lesbian dynamic than poly tbh.
a/n: made this one longer than anticipated but oh well. hope you like it 💗
"can i get the pink one too?"
your voice was small, smaller than feyre would have hoped for someone shopping at valeris' most beautiful dress shop. her brow creased softly as she wondered if you were frightened of her but when her eyes landed on the scraps in your hands, she puzzled together why you had been so shy.
"of course, sweetheart." she said softly. "here, i'll hold them for you." she smiled gently, trying her best not to smirk or tease you as you shyly handed the lace set to her awaiting hand. you cheeks were tinted pink as you glanced around for her mate, worried that he would tease you with all these people around.
feyre picked up on your worries and placed hand on your shoulder to reassure you.
"don't be so scared, angel. it's just you and me, no one's even paying attention." she smiling softly to ease your mind; it worked.
you returned the smile and nodded in agreement before giving her cheek a thankful kiss, making her cheeks heat slightly and heart skip a beat at your affections.
"what else would you like to look at? we can get some more lingerie if you'd like, i know i would love to see in many different styles." she winked.
you habitually glanced around, looking to see if anyone heard your girlfriend'd playful banter, only to find the other shoppers busied with their own shopping.
'relax, my love.' she cooed in the walls of your racing mind, giving your mind a gentle caress.
"that, um, would be nice. i need some more pretty laces to wear for you guys." you mumbled shyly.
she smiled to herself before leading you to her favorite section. you picked through the racks, plucking some pieces that made feyre's breath hitch at the image of your plump figure in them when you presented them to her. you found shopping with her soothing after the population of the store went down, even picking a few sets for her that you knew would look ravishing on her. but, as an hour rolled by and you both had a pretty good pile in each of your arms, you wondered where the male you both loved was. come to think of it, you hadn't seen him since he wandered to the other side of the store after your arrival.
"this would look stunning on you, pretty dove." feyre purred as she held up a lavender nightie, a small smirk on her face as she sent the mental picture of the sheer gown adorned on you to rhysand.
"you think so?" you asked after examining the fabric yourself. "i don't know, my hips might look-"
"exquisite in that, little darling."
the voice behind you was of mist and shadows as he complimented you, and you nor feyre had to turn around in order to recognize it. the high lady glanced over her shoulder at him, rolling her eyes at the sight of the massive pile of lace scraps in his hands.
show off.
you met her gaze, and your jaw practically dropped once you caught sight of the heap drapped over his forearm. how it held up such weight so effortlessly, puzzled you.
"where have you been?" you asked, happy to see him after hours of his absence.
he smiled at your excitement.
"oh, just..." he glanced down at the pile. "browsing. what have my two favorite ladies been up to?"
your heart jumped at the title of being one of his 'favorite ladies', and rhysand smirked at the sound making feyre groan.
"we've collected quite the pile ourselves, haven't we, angel?" she answered.
you nodded in agreement to her, suddenly feeling shy at the amount of undergarments you're significant others had collected for you and the reality that you would have to model each piece for them when you got home- not that you weren't excited of course, just shy. you weren't used to getting so much positive attention and praise just from the sight of your body, and it was a pretty big adjustment to get used to. it would take some time, feyre assured you each time you expressed it to her, but you'll come around.
rhys took a look, finally, at the growing plies on both of your arms and grinned.
"my, my, little y/n, what a show me and feyre darling will be having tonight. aren't we awfully lucky?" he boasted.
blood rushed to your cheeks at his words as you looked at anything but the two royals beside you shyly.
rhysand always thought your anxious behavior was adorable when he teased you, and found entertainment in the habit. because although you seemed uncomfortable and embarrassed, he knew your panties were soaked anyway. feyre, on the other hand, always worried that it was fear that made you clam up. that, because of her and her mate's reputation, you were scared to ask for things you wanted or went quiet out of humiliation. but, once she would catch sight of your blushy cheeks and small pout, her worries would be calmed.
"very lucky." she added.
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after paying and spending some time in a few other shops, rhysand winowed you three home and set to get ready for the night.
"that was so much fun, thank you both." you mumbled into rhys' neck as he carried you into your shared bedroom.
"oh, no need to thank us, precious. the pleasure is ours." he cooed back, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.
feyre beat you both into the room, peeling her dress off immediately and revealing her velvet violet matching set you and rhysand bought her last month for her birthday. both of your breathes hitched at the sight of her, and you nearly called dibs on her first if it wasn't for the generousity rhsyand showed you today- or his wallet per say.
the high lady smirked at you both as rhys entered the room with you in his arms, but it was you she pointed to and beckoned to come join her.
"ah, ah." rhysand clicked his tongue at his mate. "i would like to see her in that same set. i want both of my darlings to match."
you furrowed your brows, before taring your gaze from the stunning female in front of you and looking up at the male holding you with confusion on your face.
"but i don't have that one, silly. i could change into one of the same color-"
"oh, but you do have that one, silly. why don't you go check your top drawer?"
your eyes widened, but before you could reply, he set you down on your feet with a tap on your ass to signal you to get moving. both of your lovers watched as you scurried to your dresser, the one with roses painted all over it beautifully by your sweet girlfriend, and slowly opened the correct drawer. you gasped in surprise as the exact set feyre was wearing was folded neatly right on top of all the other lingerie you bought today.
"prick." feyre mumbled to her mate, who was currently smirking proudly at his smooth nature.
"you're just jealous i one uped you, feyre darling." he cockily replied, spearing her a lustful glance. "but she was right; that does look dazzling on you."
she rolled her eyes at her mate, scoffing softly. "don't try to kiss ass now."
rhysand's laughter filled the room, causing your attention to whip his way. were they laughing at you? you wondered. was this a joke?
you're worrisome thought reached feyre and rhys' mind, your shields down since you've entered the comfort of their home, and they stopped their banter to pay mind to you.
"no, not at all, baby." rhysand's voice held sincerity and worry as he crossed the room and took your hands in his. "never at you."
"why don't you go put this on so we can see how stunning my taste is?"
"rhysand, i swear if you keep being a prick to our princess, you will sleep on the damned couch with no sex for a week!"
a loud laugh left his throat, as the high lord threw his head back in contagious laughter.
these two were going to be the death of you... and your pussy.
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can I request P(mommy feyre 🧎🏻♀️) and 13? there is almost nothing from feyre x reader, and I think we deserve something from her... she is a goddess, I would do anything for her 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
One More
Feyre Archeron x Reader
a/n: I need a cold shower!! Requests are still open, prompts here.
nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
P: Daddy/Mommy kink
13: “That’s it baby, go dumb for me. I’ve got you.
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Your hips bucked against Feyre’s hand as she coaxed you through your third orgasm tonight. Your pretty little moans were music to her ears.
Feyre continued curling her fingers against your slick walls, using her free hand to rub slow, lazy circles on your swollen clit.
“Just relax, baby. Mommy’s gonna take care of you,” she murmured.
“‘S too much, mommy. I can’t. It’s too much.”
Feyre hummed, mock-sympathy in her voice. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Just one more.”
Both of you knew it’d be more than that.
“Mommy, please.”
“Shhh. Just take it, baby. Let mommy play with your pretty little cunt, hm?” Feyre quickened her pace, relishing the way your cunt fluttered around her fingers.
You whimpered as she brought her mouth to your clit, alternating between kitten-licks, and gently sucking the sensitive bud.
Despite your over-sensitivity, your fourth orgasm swept through you, so strong your vision faded for a moment.
Feyre didn’t withdraw her fingers, only moving a bit slower, now. “That’s it baby. Go dumb for me. I’ve got you.”
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Smutty Tuesday
YOU KNOW THE DRILL. SMUT SMUT SMUT. HELP ME COOK.
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hii do you think i could please request one where it’s feyre x reader. Feyre is wearing her illyrian fighting leathers and reader cannot stop staring at her body. they’re both newly mated so they’re in a frenzy and want to be close to eachother. They’re very possessive of eachother too. So when they go and visit an illyrian camp and someone tries to hit on feyre, reader gets insane instincts so protect her and claim her mate😍
Territorial
Feyre x Reader
well anon, I think I learned some things about myself while writing this so thank you for the request. lmfao I love this prompt, I feel a part 2 might be in order idk
Warnings: smut below the cut, very nsfw, oral f!receiving, slight exhibitionism, light bondage, this is obvi non-canon compliant, not proofread
You couldn’t move your eyes from your mate’s figure as she moved to fasten the ties on her leathers. It was your first time seeing Feyre dressed for training since before you accepted the mating bond. Her curves on display in the fitted outfit and her hair braided out of her face made her look every bit the most fierce and powerful female in Prythian. The mating bond was still new, and it took all your effort not to fall to you knees and worship her right then and there.
Feyre could sense your distraction, softly laughing as she turned to you. “Focus, my love. We need to get to the camps right now. Hopefully we can get this meeting over with quickly, and then you can indulge me by sharing whatever thoughts you were just having,” she spoke in a sultry voice before taking your hand in hers and winnowing you both to the camps.
You and Feyre entered the camp and began making your way towards the strategy tent for your meeting. As you walked, you clocked every male and female who so much as looked in Feyre’s direction, making a mental note of every face. One male had the nerve to smile at Feyre, causing you to snarl at him something you didn’t even know you could do and wrap your arm territorially around Feyre’s hips, drawing her as close to you as you could.
The interaction left you seething during the meeting, finding it almost impossible to focus on the discussion. It was as if your vision had blacked out completely except for Feyre, who could now feel your urges down the bond. You were feral, unable to think about anything except claiming her, making sure everyone in Prythian knows she’s yours. You could feel yourself getting hot, overwhelmed by your need as Feyre abruptly dragged you from the meeting and into the tent where you two were staying.
You immediately pulled Feyre into a heated kiss, slipping your hand down to lightly smack her ass which drew the gasp you knew it would, allowing you to slip your tongue into her mouth. The two of you were in a battle for dominance, but you were determined to win this one. The camp would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Feyre is your mate. You walked Feyre backwards until her legs were at the edge of the cot pulling away from the kiss to sink to your knees in front of her as you’d wanted to do earlier. “Take off your top,” you whispered, holding eye contact as you began undoing the laces of her pants with your teeth while softly sliding your fingertips up and down her thighs.
Feyre let out a shaky breath as she obeyed, the two of you working in tandem to get her undressed swiftly. You were again struck by her beauty, breathless as you thought about taking your time to ravish every part of her body. But for now, hearing her moans echoing throughout the camp would have to do.
You gently pushed her to lay back on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge, rubbing soft circles as you kissed your way up her inner thighs. You held eye contact with her, reveling in her glassy-eyed expression as she watched you work. You smirked as you blew cool air over her heat, eliciting a gasp from Feyre before you quickly dove in, surprising her by immediately thrusting your tongue in her pussy, rubbing your nose against her clit as you continued in quick movements. Feyre’s back arched off the cot as she let out a loud moan. “Fuck, right there love,” she murmured, but that wasn’t enough for you.
“Feyre, I need you to scream my name so the camp knows who you belong to,” you spoke against her clit, feeling triumphant watching her reaction to the vibrations from your voice against her. You didn’t give her time to respond before moving your mouth up to her clit, giving kitten licks as you brought two fingers to her soaked pussy and thrust them inside, curling them in a “come hither” motion at a fast pace, which had Feyre moaning loudly and writhing beneath you. You pinned her hips to the mattress, never giving up your relentless pace against her sensitive walls while you licked and sucked her clit. Feyre came undone, screaming your name loud enough you were sure the entire camp, and possibly the entire Night Court, heard her. You cleaned her up with your tongue and crawled over her, delivering a soft kiss to her lips. You were satisfied knowing everyone here was aware of how you made Feyre feel, and moved to settle in next to her on the cot.
Feyre gave you an incredulous look before flipping you over so she was hovering above you. “You think you get to be the one marking me without any counteraction? You really weren’t listening in our strategy meeting. That isn’t how this court operates, my love. I saw how everyone was staring at you around camp, and I will make sure they know you are mine before we leave here,” she whispered against your neck as she pulled the silk tie from her hair and began binding your wrists to the top of the bed frame.
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what do you think Feyre would look like with a strap?
welp…this happened
I think Feyre would have one of the realistic looking straps, bulging veins and a round tip.
It would match her skin tone.
Average size. Not too lengthy or girthy, she doesn’t want to risk hurt you.
She just wants to make you feel good.
Bringing a strap into the bedroom is a new experience for both of you. But she’s a quick learner.
The first time would be so intimate, and passionate
Feyre would make sure to work you up perfectly. She uses her mouth, sucking softly on your clit, tongue circling generously. Her spit dripping down to add to the slick mess building between your folds.
She doesn’t want you to cum from her mouth though. She’d ease up each time you got too close to the edge
“I’m sorry,” she’d soothe as your building climax disappears, “I know, i’m sorry. I promise i’ll make it up to you.”
And when she finally deems you wet enough, you’re practically buzzing with anticipation
Feyre settles between your legs, an arm tucked around the back of your neck to keep your face close to hers. Your steady, nervous breaths mingle from the closeness, foreheads almost touching
You watch as her free hand is wrapped around her cock, sliding it up and down between your folds, coating it with your slick
The head catches your awaiting hold and you take a sharp inhale, releasing with a soft, “Please…”
Feyre looks into your eyes as she slowly urges her hips into yours, her cock pushing into you with a pleasurable stretch. She kisses you then, wanting to capture that first moan in her mouth.
You stay like that for a long moment, enjoying the feeling of each others lips as you adjust to her cock “Can I move?” She asks so sweetly against your lips.
“Yes.”
Feyre fumbles the first few tries to find the correct rhythm, lip caught between her teeth in concentration. You can tell she’s overthinking it, too in her head about making you feel good.
So, you widen the stance of your thighs to help her out, peppering gently kisses along her jaw and cheek, whispering, “Take your time, it’s okay.”
Then, like magic, she thrusts just. right. Her cock glides against your inner walls in a way that sends tingle of pleasure shooting to the tips of your fingers. Your head tilts back, “Oh…”
“Like that?” Feyre checks, continuing to thrust her hips with the same intensity. You nod, needing a second before you can use your words, simply breathing heavily as feelings rush to the pit of your belly. You clench tightly around her, yet she’s not thrown off, waiting for you to relax once again so she can resume.
Feyre’s smiling to herself, happy from seeing the visible pleasure written on your features
“Yeah, like that, keep doing that,” You finally get out through a long sigh, voice rising slightly near the end. Your hand reach down to cup the backs of Feyre’s thighs, urging her hips to meet your just a little bit harder with each thrust.
She wraps her free arms under your arched back, clinging herself to you, wanting to be as close as possible. “Tell me how it feels,” She pants, hooking her chin on your shoulder.
“Feels good,” You turn your face to look at her through hooded eyes, “You feel so fucking good, don’t want to stop, I’m-“ A string of soft moans causes you to pause briefly. Feyre only grins like a lovesick puppy, eyes practically sparkling. “I’m going to cum, you’re gonna make me cum,” You tell her, despite the heat rising to your cheeks from how fast she’s brought you to the edge. “It’s just so good.”
Feyre presses her head against yours, “I’m not stopping, not till you want me to,” she whispers so close to your ear, “I want to make you feel even better, love. I want you to cum on my cock.”
Her cock. Fucking you right there.
She makes you see stars as she tips finally tips you over the edge. Letting you slip into a highly intense orgasm.
Feyre’s with you through it all, holding you tight, whispering in your ear about how pretty you look when you cum.
It’s safe to say, Feyre darling works wonders with her cock
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Open-Mouthed
Mor x Feyre
a/n: this is a one-shot, and to be honest it doesn’t have much plot outside of the explicit detail written below
warnings: it’s mostly smut if I’m honest so if that isn’t your thing please keep scrolling 🩷🩷
word count: 1.8k~
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“Mor, are you sure?”
There’s a note of excitement in the breathless question, exhilaration in Feyre’s grey-blue eyes as she’s pushed lightly against the wall, pulse thrumming beneath Mor’s fingertips that skim the tops of her shoulders. A feline grin tugs at the corners of red-painted lips, and Mor flicks the straps of Feyre’s dress away, amber eyes gleaming with hunger as the gown teasingly slides down, pooling at the High Lady’s feet.
“You’re curious, no?” Mor muses, pleased when Feyre makes no attempt to hide herself, noting how her High Lady’s spine curves ever so slightly, as if offering herself up. Mor licks her lips, tracing each delicate curve and dip before her, grazing over the female’s chest—how her nipples are peaked against the cool air, sensitivity making them react. “I can show you what it’s like,” Mor smiles slowly, the look more predatory than friendly. “What’s one night between us, hm? Things like this happen all the time.”
Feyre flushes, but doesn’t shy away, keeping herself bare, looking as though she’s enjoying being the object of Mor’s arousal, a meal she can’t wait to feast upon.
“All the time?” Feyre echoes, raising a brow, a glint in her grey-blue eyes. “So more than once?” Mor steps closer, palms settling hotly against the bare skin of Feyre’s waist, sharp, blood-red nails scraping teasingly up her sides until Mor’s thumbing across the peak of her High Lady’s nipple, liking how teeth drag over her lower lip. “If that’s what you’d like,” Mor purrs, lips tugged into a grin as she attaches her mouth to a spot on Feyre’s throat, a spot beneath her jaw that has a quiet inhale sounding sharply through the warmly lit bedroom. “I only want to please my High Lady,” Mor murmurs into the crook of Feyre’s neck, knowing the female can feel the feline stretch of her lips, before she sets her teeth to lightly graze the intimate expanse.
Feyre’s head tips back against the wall, offering up more of herself, fingers curiously exploring over Mor’s body, grazing over her upper arms until fingers are gently weaving through silky golden hair, guiding lightly. Suggesting Mor travel lower with subtle shifts of her palms. “Then please me,” Feyre breathes.
Teeth flash, and Feyre’s lips part as canines nip at her firmly, hungrily, before a mouth is opening over her own, devouring her with a starvation so ferocious her legs tremble, being kissed in such a way she knows exactly what it would be like to have her dearest friend between her legs.
Feyre groans lowly, the noise swiftly swallowed as Mor’s tongue strokes against her own, flicking against the roof of her mouth, dusty red pigment exchanged hotly as lips slant over one another—smoothly at first, clean and restrained, but descending briskly into madness and mess. Teeth nipping, nails biting into skin, raking down Mor’s shoulders to be pulled tighter.
“What do you want?” Mor asks breathlessly, managing to pull away, amber eyes darker than they were before, swirling with dizzying appetite. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, High Lady.” Feyre’s lips part on a low breath, curving up with feminine pleasure at the sound of her title, the kind of reverence attached when it comes from Mor’s throat.
“I want you to chose,” Feyre breathes lowly, grip tightening in Mor’s hair, pressing her own bare body flush to Mor’s, able to feel every stitch, every seam and sequin against her skin with maddening clarity. “Surprise me.”
“So I can do as I please?” Mor asks roughly, her palm sliding up to settle between Feyre’s shoulder blades, applying a light pressure to encourage the curve of her chest, feeling the fullness of her friend’s breasts against her own—desperate to have her mouth over them, teeth grazing their rosey peaks.
Feyre grins, the smile of the Cursebreaker, half-wild, and hungry. “Do as you please, Mor.”
The breath is snatched from Feyre’s lungs as Mor’s mouth once again latches over her own, red-tipped fingers roughly gripping her thighs, wrapping them around clothed hips as Feyre is taken away from the wall, walked to the centre of the room and settled on the bed where she’s left to sit as Mor steps back.
“Go to the middle,” Mor instructs, the gleam in her amber eyes distinctly catlike as she makes to pull the fabric of her red dress away. “Get as comfortable as you like, Feyre.”
Heat flushes the High Lady’s skin as she swiftly follows the instructions, shifting up Mor’s bed until she’s in the middle, the centre of everything as she watches while Mor pulls her dress away, baring herself to her dearest friend’s eyes. A bone-deep starvation awakening in the pit of her belly.
“See something you like?” Mor drawls, fingers lightly trailing up her own body, palming her breast while her free hand lightly teases across the skin of her abdomen, a single scrap of clothing concealing each of them from the other. Such a small piece of clothing, so irritably blocking the way.
“I see a lot that I like,” Feyre murmurs thickly, hand rising from the bed to graze down her body, over the curve of her stomach, between her legs that have parted a little, bent at the knee. “A lot that I want.”
“I wouldn’t dream of denying you, High Lady,” Mor croons, prowling up onto the bed, settling comfortably between her friend’s thighs, arousal clear and practically palpable in its concentration.
“Anything you want,” Mor purrs, her deft fingers slipping beneath the band that’s clinging to Feyre’s hips, effortlessly pulling them away, allowing her access to her High Lady’s cunt.
Feyre inhales sharply at the exposure, and then gasps again when Mor presses closer, kissing down over her abdomen, descending lower…lower…teasingly slowing with each hot kiss. Feyre’s hips buck, winding on the bed as she willingly spreads her thighs wider, offering herself eagerly, practically demanding Mor’s attention.
The blonde would have liked to tease more, to push further, but she can’t bring herself to. Not with the view before her…the combination of sight and sound and smell, all twining together to create a living fantasy, just dripping with feminine appeal. Mor’s tongue licks up her centre, Feyre’s spine arching delicately, toes curling as she sucks in a breath, bathing in the sensory overload from such a subtle movement. How the heat is swiftly flushing her skin as if inebriated despite hardly even completing a single drink.
“Mor,” Feyre moans breathlessly, red-tipped nails scraping lightly over her thighs, wrapped and guided so Mor can slip more easily between her legs. Mor repeats the motion, firmer than before, circling Feyre’s clit teasingly, suckling lightly before sealing her lips over the intimate part, applying a light suction. Feyre’s head falls back into the pillows, moans practically spilling from her parted lips as Mor applies herself to her heat, licking and lapping hungrily…thoroughly.
Mor dips lower, tongue prodding at Feyre’s entrance, the High Lady already so disoriented by arousal she doesn’t notice as one of Mor’s hands leaves to attend to herself. Deft fingers slip beneath the band of her underwear, the pad of a digit swiping over her entrance, gathering slick before coming up to her clit, rubbing in circles that get progressively tighter; meaner.
Two fingers slip inside of herself, bringing herself to a similar level of arousal as she creates a mess between her best friend’s thighs, delighting in getting to watch as Feyre begins coming apart beneath her mouth. She pumps and curls in time with the drag of her tongue as she licks over Feyre’s sex, applying hot, open-mouthed kisses to her cunt, lips no-doubt gleaming with thick arousal.
It’s a shame when Mor pulls away, but she knows it’s ultimately for more pleasure, even as Feyre groans lowly, hips bucking with a demand for attention. Giving one last lick to her cunt, Mor stands, underwear discarded as she crawls further up onto the bed, guiding Feyre’s leg over the top of her right thigh, so they’re intimately tangled together.
“Ready, Feyre?” Mor asks lowly, the question dragging like gravel from her throat, a heady feeling passing over her as she considers the heaven of pressing together, how good it’ll feel. Not one to back down, Feyre moans in response, palming at her breasts, fingers skimming across the sensitive peak of her nipples. “What are you waiting for?” Feyre replies breathlessly, hips winding in attempts to get Mor closer.
Mor smiles, her distinctly feline smile. “One day we’ll get around to manners,” she mutters, but firmly pushes Feyre’s legs wider. “I guess that’ll just have to wait.”
Mor widens the stance of her thighs, both females groaning and moaning as the mess is made infinitely sloppier, wild sensitivity blossoming, heat unspooling and liquefying as Mor slowly shifts her hips.
“Mor…!” Feyre gasps, clit rubbing against Mor’s, slightly puffy from unfair stimulation. Mor swallows thickly before continuing her movements, lips parting in an almost pained-sounding moan as pleasure concentrates between her thighs, slick mixing as hips grind together.
It doesn’t take much to fall over the edge, each of them as familiar with the other’s body as they are with their own—intimacy made easier by the mutual understanding of female pleasure, knowing where to touch and kiss and lick to get that mind-numbing sensation to flourish, coming down with a force fierce enough to knock each clean from their feet.
Thighs tremble, hips winding sporadically as pleasure swiftly tips into overstimulation, tears gleaming at the edges of Feyre’s eyes as she cries out mindlessly, torn between wanting to pull away and desperately needing more.
Feyre bows from the bed, thighs pushing wider to allow for more intimacy that is eagerly taken advantage of, toes curling as grey-blue eyes are squeezed shut, head tipping back deep into pillows as the high passes through its most intense movements, pleasure pulsing through the two until Mor at last begins to slow. Not stopping entirely, but allowing her hips to only circle gently, making light oscillations over Feyre’s clit, rubbing softly as arousal mixes sloppily.
When Mor pulls away, silvery strings of slick attach them, the sight tantalising enough to already have fresh hunger reawakening, coming to life all over again. Mor shifts back, opening her mouth over Feyre’s sex, hotly lapping up the slick that’s dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets—slick that’s more than likely to be gleaming on her own thighs, too. Feyre grasps for Mor, eagerly pulling the red-stained mouth to her own, moaning faintly as the flavour of release passes between them in hot, open-mouthed kisses, obscenely wet noises sounding in the quiet of the bedroom.
“You taste fucking perfect,” Mor mumbles, feeling all too flushed to be trying to speak, but persisting nonetheless. Feyre moans, cheeks dusted with telltale heat. “We should have done this sooner,” she pants, unwilling to release her grip on Mor. “Why didn’t we?”
“We have plenty of time,” Mor purrs, thigh pressing to Feyre’s tender sex, reminding herself just how wet her High Lady is. “We’ve already agreed this doesn’t have to be a one time thing.”
“Good,” Feyre breathes, arousal prominent all over again. “I’m not sure I could go back.”
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OPEN REQUESTS (fics)
🌟✨✍️ Exciting News Alert! Calling all ACOTAR fans! ✍️✨🌟
Hey there, lovely bookworms! 📚✨ It's time to dive into the magical world of ACOTAR with yours truly, Rurulandd! 🌹✨
First off, let me introduce myself properly! I'm Rurulandd, your resident dreamweaver, weaving tales and fantasies with the stroke of my keyboard. 🖋️✨ With a heart full of passion for literature and creativity, I'm here to embark on an exciting journey with you all.
I'm extending an open invitation to all of you wonderful readers out there. Whether you're a die-hard ACOTAR aficionado or just dipping your toes into this magical world, I welcome your requests for fanfics featuring you alongside your favorite characters. 🌟✨
Just drop me your request, detailing your desired scenario and which characters you'd like to star alongside.
[I already have in my draft two unfinished fanfics with OC x Azriel, I might publish some chapters and if you like them I can continue writing them!]
✨RULES✨
What do I accept?
-Everything: Angst, Fluffy and Smut (I have never written Smut, but I'm open to everything).
-The caracheters can be either an OC or the reader itself (either gn!reader or f!reader).
-Any fic with: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel (my man), Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Morrigan, Amren, Lucien, Eris, Kallias, Helion, Thesan, Tarquin, Jurian (you can ask me any other carachters, the ones I listed are the names that I remember).
What do I not accept?
-Anything that is too goory, you know what I mean (no carving on others bodies for sexual pleasure and extreme kinks).
-Pairing among ACOTAR carchters (like NestaxCassian or AzrielxEris) [I might accept in future, when I'll be more confident in my writing!]
-Incest
[Maybe in the future I will add something else, but for now that's it. Also, English isn't my first language, so please excuse me if I do any mistakes].
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sooo for that feyfey request.
everyone is living back in that cottage. fey is fucking that guy. but theres this woman, who is like a neighbour. she always sees fey and has a crush on her, but isaac (i think thats what his name is?) is keeping fey busy
one day, reader gathers the courage to flirt with fey
then slowly, the become friends and some time later, when fey is eating dinner with reader, reader crawls up onto the desk sensually and is being all hot and sexy
fey realises for the first time she likes this woman. its soo taboo but fey wants this
so she lets reader show her all the good stuff 😏
and then in the end its a lil fluff but they both know this wont progress further most probably 😔
(absolute filth plis im so thirsty for mommy feyre 😩😩😩(i also dont mind if its porn without plot i just need som filth 🥲))
When She Loved Me
Feyre x reader
A/n: This was the best Feyre ask I think I’ve ever received and I had to write it. I also added an epilogue-esqu ending and it’s kinda sad so I’m sorry for that but I couldn’t resist.
Warnings: oral, fingering, tribbing, angst at the end (also not fully proof read)
You rushed around the house making sure everything was perfect for when Feyre arrives. Dinner was in the oven, the living room was fully of cozy blankets, and you had turned the lights down to achieve the perfect ambiance.
The two of you met in town months ago. At first you had just waved and passed each other while you were running errands and she was trading pelts from animals she hunted. One wintery afternoon you got up the courage to finally introduce yourself.
The blue of her eyes had taken your breath away. When her rough exterior melted away and she gave you a genuine smile you couldn’t help but get lost in dreams of a future with her. Where that smile was never dulled by her hunting or family.
Tonight was the first time Feyre was coming over to hang out. You had only ever hung around in town together but you wanted one on one time away from prying, judgmental eyes. The nature of your relationship had been a little more than friendly. Sure you flirted, not thinking anything of it. Feyre had told you about her and Isaac. How he was just someone to relieve stress and blow off steam with.
The relief you felt when Feyre had said that was like a weight lifting off your chest. Since she had said that you had turned your flirtatious advances up hoping she would reciprocate. When Feyre did you were rendered speechless. The giggle that sounded from her was angelic.
A light knock on the front door had you squealing with excitement. Rushing through the house you skid to a stop, careful not to fling yourself into the door. Opening the door you’ve never seen Feyre look so happy. “Hi,” you breathed. “Hi.” Her voice light and happy. Stepping to the side you wave her in.
She looks around curiously. Her eyes wide as she shrugged her jacket off. “Your home is lovely.” You take her jacket to hang up. Gosh, how did this thing keep her warm out in the woods? The fabric was barely held together by the leather straps Elain had sewed in for her.
“Thank you. My mother has quite the eye for interior design. You should see her and my father’s room.” You joke. Feyre gives you a sad smile. As if she was remembering her old house. Guilt had your face heating. Feyre grabbed your hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Dinner smells wonderful.” She says, that happiness back in her voice.
You perked up at the mention of the meal in the oven. “You’re going to love it. Come,” you pull her along to the kitchen. As you ate the conversation went to weird childhood stories and Feyre’s hunting adventures. After dinner you switched to the living room, curling up in the blankets on the couch and enjoying the brownies you baked.
As the night went on your stares lingered on each other. Eyes wandering what could be seen of the others form. With each tick of the clock the two of you inched closer and closer until your thighs were touching. At the first touch you jumped a little. Only relaxing when Feyre holds your hand again.
When the clock struck midnight Feyre was lying on your chest. You absentmindedly twirled her sandy locks between your fingers. You fall into a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s comfort. Not thinking before moving, you lean forward pressing a kiss to the top of Feyre’s head.
Shock took over as she popped her head up, eyes wide. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know-’’ Feyre surged forward, connecting her lips to yours, effectively stopping your rambling. Your fingers go back to those sandy locks, keeping Feyre’s lips attached to yours.
The kiss was all want, need and a fight for dominance that you were determined to win. You wrap an arm around her waist, pulling Feyre up, flipping her to lay on the couch. Feyre’s breath hitches, her fingers digging into your scalp. You detach your lips from her, nudging your nose against her perfect button one.
Holding yourself back was becoming impossible. You need Feyre like you need to breathe. Every part of her is perfect and you were desperate to explore her.
You were both breathing heavily. Feyre lifts her head to peck your lips before dropping back against the couch cushion. “Do you want to keep going?” You asked, hopeful her answer would be a resounding fuck yes.
Feyre nodded vigorously. Her blue eyes glazing over with lust, “I want you, y/n.” Your lips break out into a wide smile. Climbing off of the couch you grab her delicate hand, pulling her to follow you to your bedroom. Slamming your door you turn to find Feyre laid out on your bed, only in her underthings, smirking at you seductively. In a swift motion you slip your dress off, leaving it in a puddle on the floor as you bound toward Feyre.
She lets out a giggle, the sound so sweet it almost stops you completely. It has your cheeks flushing as you straddle her hips. Feyre rests her hands on your hips, gently running them up and down your sides, reveling in the smoothness of your skin. Something flashed in her eyes, making her look anywhere but you.
“Hey,” you say softly, bringing your hand to rest on her cheek. “What’s wrong, Fey?” She squeezes your hips gently before looking into your eyes. “I just…I’ve never been with a girl before and I like you, I just don’t want to, ya know,” she rambles. You tilt your head in curiosity. “Fey it’s ok. We’ll take it slow, you just relax. I got you.” You smirk at her, leaning down to place soft, open mouthed kisses down her neck.
Moving down her body you undo the band around her breasts, stopping at the top of her underwear. You look at her through your lashes, finding her face flush, eyes half closed and lips parted. You rub her clothed cunt, making her wet spot grow with each circular motion. Feyre lets out a soft moan as you kiss up her thighs. “Please y/n, I need more, need your mouth.” She begs, throwing her head back against the pillows.
Sitting up on your knees you remove the band from your own breasts, reaching to pull Feyre’s panties agonizingly slow down her legs. Wasting no time you dive into Feyre’s dripping core, lapping at her arousal. Feyre moans out your name, gripping the sheets, her hips squirming against your face.
Capturing her clit in your mouth you let out a hum. Your eyes roll back at the taste of her plus those sweet, sweet sounds falling from her lips. “More,” she begs, “please more. Your fingers p-please.” Feyre struggles to get out. Bringing your finger to her hole you slowly work her open. “Tell me, was Issac this good with his mouth?” You ask with a teasing smirk against her pussy. She shakes her head, “N-no. Fuck no, you’re so much better y/n.”
You go back to sucking her clit, slipping another finger into her pussy. You know you hit that sweet spot (one that Issac clearly never hit) by the way she clenched around your fingers as you curled them. Feyre’s screams became louder and louder with each motion. “Come on Fey, let go.” You urge her. Arching her back Feyre falls apart on your fingers, one of her thighs trembling. Removing your fingers you lap up her release, the sweet taste of her intoxicating.
Sitting up on your knees you run your hands in a soothing motion up and down her thighs. Feyre went limp against the sheets, her chest heaving as she collected herself. Spreading her legs Feyre lets out a small laugh, “Good. I wasn’t done yet.” You laugh at her breathlessness. Throwing one leg over her hips you rest your pussy against hers, lightly rocking back and forth.
Feyre throws her head back again, leaving her neck exposed to you. You picked up the pace of your hips, leaning down to suck and nip at her the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Feyre brings her hands up to your breasts. Running her thumbs over your peaked nipples you moan against her skin at the contact.
Neither of you lasted long. Feyre’s hands felt too good, too skilled. Sharing a pillow she played with your hair as your eyes fluttered at the feeling and softness. You could get used to this. The softness of Feyre, taking care of her, having her in your arms every night. But that was a dangerous way of thinking. Maybe if everything worked out with her sisters marrying, then maybe she could be yours.
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After that night with Feyre there were only a few more until you stopped seeing her. You had been holding back your feelings, hoping to bring it up while holding her to your chest. It had been a while since you’d been past her family’s cottage, or into town for that matter. Feyre would usually knock on your door asking you to accompany her but hadn’t in weeks.
Donning your cloak and winter boots you head out. Passing through town you heard whispers of the Archeron family name. “His boats were found.” “No, I think a beast did that. No winter winds have ever been that strong,” “I wonder when the middle one will throw a party.” “The aunt is sick I believe.”
All of these pieces yet nothing whole. The gossip made your heart pound. Picking up the pace you start running to the Archeron cottage.
Finally stopping in front of it you feel your heart stop. Your eyes wide taking in the darkness inside and the broken front door. Stepping closer you saw claw marks in the rotting wood. You stopped breathing. What the hell happened here?
“Are you looking for the Archeron’s?” You jump at the voice behind you. You turn to face the stranger, hand over your now rapidly beating heart. Clearing your throat you answer, “Yes, do you know where they are?” “Yeah, new fancy manor-lookin’ place on the other side of town.” You nod in thanks rushing off, knowing exactly where to go.
Politely knocking on the massive front door you step back and wait, twisting your gloved fingers nervously. Elain answered with a bright smile. Her eyes lit up with recognition at seeing your face. “Y/n! What a lovely surprise.” She said cheerily. “Hi, Elain. Is Feyre around?” You ask peeking over her shoulder. Elain’s face fell a little. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry. She’s visiting our aunt. She’s very ill right now so Feyre is helping around her house for a bit. I can’t believe she didn’t tell you.” She says with an air of curiosity, tilting her head a little to the left much like Feyre did when you rambled.
Tears stung your eyes at the familiar movement. You quickly blink them away, not wanting Elain to feel pity for you. “Oh, well I’m sorry about your aunt, I hope she gets better soon. Would you mind umm…when Feyre gets back will you tell her I want to see her?” “Of course!” You nod in thanks and turn to leave. Left with an empty feeling in your heart you let your tears flow freely once you’re back on the street. Why wouldn’t she tell you?
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Top!Feyre x F!reader - Have a Seat[*]
A/N: I blame the raspberry ripple entirely for this
Warnings: mommy!Feyre, face-sitting, kind of coercion, power imbalance, rim job (a bit), face riding, kind of becoming a sex slave?? But willingly??
She led you by the hand to her bedroom, shutting the door hurriedly behind her.
You looked at her curiously as she stood blocking the exit, her hands clasped in front of her as she attempted to look calm and collected. She moved forward slowly, so as not to frighten you. That in itself was worrying, so you took a small step back, glancing throughout the room.
“Don’t worry,” she soothed, moving her hands in a calming gesture as she glided smoothly across the room to place her hands on your shoulders which stiffened further beneath her touch. She was your High Lady, she shouldn’t be touching you so casually. A flush crested your cheeks at the care and concern in her eye. The flush deepened as her scent wrapped around you, the heavy arousal. You flinched, stumbling backwards as your legs hit the bed, sending you cascading down right where she wanted you.
“It’s okay! It’s okay, don’t worry honey, I’m here,” she murmured as she moved forward to cup your face, tears of confusion welling at the corners of your eyes. “Wh-…huh?” You mumbled, curiosity peaking through the haze of loss. “I just need you to be good for me, can you do that for me, pretty?” She spoke softly as her eyes roamed over your mouth, feeling the weight as they passed over you.
You swallowed lightly, before nodding hesitantly. “Yeah? You want to be a good girl?” She murmured, a soft smile lifting her lips as well as relief. Your brow furrowed but you nodded again. “I want you to lie down for me, on the bed. Can you do that?” She encouraged. You bit your lip lightly, before shifting on the bed, moving to crawl upwards but she stopped you. “I want your head at this end, darling,” the term of endearment slipped out so suddenly she hadn’t even realised what she’d done. Not that you noticed. You complied easily. She was your High Lady after all.
You lay down, looking up at her curiously as she moved round to your side. You wondered at her scent, what it could mean. You couldn’t think clearly as her fingers lifted the edges of her soft cotton top, slowly removing it from her upper half until she was bare. A deep flush heated your cheeks as you looked away. You shouldn’t be seeing your High Lady like this. “I want you to look at me, little bird,” she ordered, softly.
Hesitantly, you turned to look at her as she slipped off her pants, leaving her only in the thin fabric clinging to the sweep of her hips. The flush deepened as heat dampened between your thighs.
She crawled onto the bed, stopping to peer down at you. “Are you all right, pretty thing?” She murmured softly, dipping down to your neck. You shivered as you felt her breath fan across the skin. You barely managed a nod of your head before she was lightly sucking at the skin, kissing it into dark purples. Her nostrils flared as she scented your own arousal now flowing and mixing with her own.
Feyre bit her lip as she moved away from you, in favour of crawling further up your body, shifting until her thighs were either side of your head. A single thought had the slip of fabric vanishing from her wet heat. “I want you…I need you to be a good girl for me,” she murmured, fingers lacing in your hair as you kept your eyes on hers, too overwhelmed to look at what she was baring to you, “I need to borrow that mouth of yours, will you lend it to me, pretty girl? Let mommy use that mouth of yours to clean herself?” Her words send a hot throb of heat sparking between your thighs as you clenched them together.
“Yes,” you mumbled, quietly, your eyes shifting to some point behind her. Her lips pursed into a thin line, “look at me,” she orders, nails scraping lightly at your scalp, “I want to feel your eyes on my pussy,” she moaned softly. Embarrassment heating your body, you moved your eyes to look between her parted thighs.
She laughed softly, “good, little girl,” she hummed as her thighs widened suddenly, bringing her pussy down to settle on your mouth, her clit perching on your nose. She smiled slightly, “you look so pretty under my wet pussy, she’s giving you a kiss,” you felt it as both her holes clenched, imitating a kiss.
She moaned louder as she swayed her hips, her slick quickly coating your face as she wound over you, her clit on your bottom lip until her ass was brought to the arch of your nose, then back and forth, back and forth. One of her hands lifted to palm her breast, moaning slightly louder but keeping quiet.
Abruptly she stopped, lifting from your face, but not before pressing down firmly once, giving you a kiss. She shifted, moving until she was stood directly above you.
“Mommy’s sore, and needs a place to sit, if only there were a seat for me to rest somewhere,” she murmured, a soft, teasing smile on her face as she turned round, bending over as she spread herself for you. Wide enough for you to see how her slick was dripping from her pussy, coating her thighs. You bit your lip at the sight. “Can mommy have a seat on your face? Be a good girl for me?” She moaned, finger oscillating over her clit slowly as she watched you from between her legs.
“I need you to clean me up, darling. You’ve made me such a mess, now take responsibility.” She tutted softly. “Open up for me, I want to ride your tongue.” Your mouth opened as she grinned slightly, arousal heavy in the air. “Good girl. Mommy’s good girl,” she moaned as she sat on your face, her ass on your mouth with her heat on your nose.
“Lick.” She ordered. “I want you to lick me clean.” You moved your tongue as instructed, swiping over her rear entrance as her fingers played with her clit above you. “Can you taste me?” She moaned above you.
You weren’t sure what to do. A little overwhelmed at having her seated atop your mouth, ordering you to do things you hadn’t even dreamt of. Yet she was there, above you, settling on using you for her pleasure. She’d decided you were worthy of lapping between her legs.
Hesitantly, you raised your hands, gingerly settling them over her hips. Your fingertips brushed over the sweep of bone; when she didn’t pull away or recoil from your touch, you applied more force, pushing up into her as your arms pulled down. She was sweeping in on your senses in the most delightful manner. If she was an ocean you would gladly loose yourself in her.
“Fuck,” she gasped, when your tongue eagerly lapped over her, swirling and flicking as she wound her hips over you. Her fingers rubbed and rolled over her clit, palming her breasts as her head tipped back, revelling in the feeling.
She’d been after you for months, and finally she’d caught you. She should have taken advantage of her powerful position earlier. Only now did she feel as though she had a proper throne to sit on. “Keep doing that,” she panted, “just a little more — yes!” The moans tumbled from her lips, riding your tongue as the hand that had been between her legs laced through your hair.
“So good, aren’t you?” Her thumb rubbed in soft, comforting circles, cooing as your arms tightened around her waist. “Mother above,” she gasped, feeling the warmth building in the pit of her belly, her nipples peaking as awareness lit her body, firing along her nerves. Everything became hypersensitive. “You should have told me you were good at eating cunt,” she moaned, rolling her hips desperately. “Could have been indulging myself in your mouth months ago.”
You released a pleased moan onto her, tongue circling her tight ring of muscle before flicking up to her glossy entrance. “Oh, fuck!” The curse slipped from her mouth as your tongue pushed inside, fucking her delightfully. Her hand fisted in your hair, softness leaving, “I just want to come on your mouth day after day. So good,” she panted, “such a sweet girl with such a dirty mouth.”
She was getting close to that point, you could tell. Her praise settled deep in your belly, heating you as you worked on her harder, desperate not to disappoint. “Would you like that?” She moaned through the pleasure. “I could leash you to my bed,” she panted, “keep you all secret and tucked away. Mine.” Her nails scraped over your skin, silently commanding you to give more. “That something you’d want, too?”
You moaned into her pussy, whining needfully as slick dripped from your thighs. “You could eat me out every morning,” she fantasised, breathless as she ground against your mouth, “every night, before we go to bed.” Her hips undulated, fucking herself on your tongue, about to hit her peak. “Then I can come on your mouth again, and again, and again.”
The pads of your fingers bit into her, adding the pain that was essential to her pleasure. “Tell me you want that as much as I do,” she released in a high-pitched moan, “tell me you’d enjoy that as much I would.”
Her release hit her hard, her mouth dropped open as her eyes shut, grinding her pussy over you as your tongue slowed to soothing laps. “So good,” she whimpered, repeating it beneath her breath, her thighs trembling as they gave out. You squeaked as her weight pushed you into the mattress, her cunt smothering you. Delicious.
She knew you couldn’t breathe beneath her. Arousal flared in the pit of her stomach, her heat tightening as she looked down to see you trapped beneath her but not even wriggling for escape. Already so well acclimatised to being her little sex toy. For whenever she wanted.
Feyre knew she shouldn’t have done that, guilt sweeping through her chest. She’d knowingly taken advantage of her position and used it to bend you to her will. It was wrong. She bit her lip, too nervous to lift her hips to see how you would react. Maybe she could keep you there, make you suffocate beneath her. The thought sent a painful sting through her chest. She needed you so badly.
Beneath her, she felt your mouth moving, causing her to twitch at the sensitivity. You’d need air soon. Very soon. But instead of clawing for breath, your fingers rubbed in smooth circles, like she had done to you. A soft, surprised moan left her mouth as you pressed a kiss to her entrance, wriggling gently so you could see each other. Her eyes latched onto yours as you pressed a second kiss to her, followed by a questioning lap.
Both of you were nervous.
It had to be done and sorted eventually.
Feyre lifted from your mouth, shifting down your body to your side. Your tongue darted out to lick her flavour from your lips, most of your face gleaming with her arousal, making heat spark in the pit of her belly. “I…want to,” you murmured nervously, pushing up from the bed to tuck your legs beneath you.
Her brows dipped in confusion. You swallowed, crawling forward until you were kneeling in front of her. Her eyes widened marginally as you lifted her slender hand to your throat, “I’d like that.”
At your confirmation, both arousal and adoration thrummed through her, hauling your mouth her hers, pulling you over her on the bed as her mouth devoured your own. You moaned, enjoying the attention she gave you. Even more so when her thigh pressed between your legs, grinding against you.
“Good,” she panted when she broke the kiss, “you’re mine now, okay? Not anyone else’s. Never. Not even your own.” Her words were harsh, strict. But she was desperate. She didn’t know what she would do if you weren’t entirely in her possession. “You’re mine to use. Whenever I want. For however long. For whatever purposes.”
You whined, nodding your head as pleasure built in your lower belly. You were already sopping wet from having her seated on your face, having her come on your tongue, from your tongue. You nodded your head, “yes, mommy.”
Feyre bit her lip at the title.
You were going to be the death of her. But the most mouth-watering one anyone would ever receive.
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forever, my love
pairing: Azriel x fem reader
word count: 4.3k
warnings: 18+, mentions of battle and war, references to depression, smut (fingering) but it's romantic, angst but also fluff.
summary: you and Azriel had seen many battles over the centuries but when something goes wrong and has a lasting impact on you, Az promises to take care of you.
a/n: thank you so much for the love on the first fic! here's another one! I promise next time I'll write something happier haha, suggestions are welcome! I hope you enjoy.
The cruel, unyielding symphony of battle swelled in you as you continued to swing your sword at the enemies in front of you. Grunts of pain and screams of frustration left your lips as you continued to carve a path through the soldiers in your way, desperately trying to hold the line as Cassian had commanded.
Your body moved automatically, thanks to the centuries of muscle memory drilled into you from the intense training and the many battlefields you had found yourself on during your long life. In recent decades, you may have taken a step back from helping to command the Night Court armies and turned your attention to training the next legion of warriors and aiding your spymaster in more covert missions. Still, your body would always remember the steps needed in battle. It would never shrink from charging head first.
Once, you had been told you were beautiful to watch in battle—second only to Cassian himself as you danced your way through enemy hordes. But now, as you cut through another bottleneck of soldiers, you could only focus on keeping yourself alive, so you were extremely exhausted.
Step, swing, push, slash, pivot, hit.
As you managed to gut the last soldier in front of you, you allowed yourself a small moment of reprieve to collect your thoughts and take a gulp of air. The sound of battle raged around you, and you could faintly see your friends and allies around you, diligently fighting for a future you had only just battled for a mere handful of years ago. You sent a pulse down that precious thread, tucked deep within your heart and nodded your head in relief when you felt a responding pulse from the male on the other end. Alive. He was still alive. That's all that mattered at the moment.
You heard a shout close beside you and watched an Illyrian soldier, who had been grounded due to semi-shredded wings, fight off a group of soldiers starting to swarm around him. Taking a deep breath, you sheathed your long blade and palmed the knives strapped to either thigh.
Winnow, slash. Winnow, stab. Winnow, swing. Your High Lady herself had taught you this particular move after you had seen her yourself face enemies from a different war, a different conflict. You kept the image of your friends smiling at Feyre as she had embarrassingly walked you through how she did it, blushing furiously at your instance in teaching you at the forefront of your mind, and you continued to dance to the sound of the battle's symphony.
That was the future you continued to fight for, and you were determined to protect it.
…
Your entire body heaved as you shoved your blade through the chest of the last soldier in front of you. The sounds of battle were quietening and dying out as the last of the enemy horde were tied up or killed.
A groan left your lips as you yanked your blade free and used the last of your power and strength to winnow to the edge of the battlefield. You stumbled as you landed, cursing yourself for letting your power drain so thoroughly during battle. Az would chastise you about that later. Speaking of which…
Where are you? You sent down the bond, waiting for the familiar calm voice to reach your mind. A frown fell on your face as the minutes stretched past, and you didn't hear a response from him.
Az?
You refused to panic just yet. While this was unusual, you knew the moments after a battle was the most crucial for a spymaster as he gathered up defeated enemies to spirit them away for interrogation. He was probably just busy, you reasoned with yourself.
But a small part of your brain also whispered that he always kept the precious channel between you both open and always responded when you called.
You trudged through the mud towards the huge fortress in front of you. It may have been dilapidated and crumbling, but it provided a place where Rhys could gather his allies and forces and not be constantly caked in dirt and mud from his war camp. Once, it had probably been beautiful, home to some illustrious High Fae family, but now it was home to tired soldiers and had clearly seen much better days.
Azriel. You tried again to reach your mate through the bond, your heart thundering louder in your chest when you didn't receive a response. This time, you stretched your consciousness along that bridge…and slammed into a cold stone wall on the other end. Panic began to claw up your throat, but you refused to give in. He was probably busy with Rhys or Cassian; you desperately tried to reason with yourself as you sheathed your heavy blade into the scabbard strapped to your back and walked up the stone steps to the bustling entrance of the fortress.
"Injured that way, please!" You heard the familiar voice of your High Lady directing her people from inside the entrance. She turned around, and you saw her face relax in relief as she spotted you, "Y/N. Oh, thank the cauldron, you're alright."
Feyre was wearing her Illyrian leathers, her hair windswept and looking just as tired as you felt. She walked towards you, and you hugged her tightly, grateful to see one of your dearest friends safe and sound. You gently manoeuvred around the bow strapped to her back as she hugged you back just as fiercely. Much to everyone's surprise and yours and Rhys' amusement after the war with Hybern Feyre had mastered the notoriously tough Illyrian bow - why anyone doubted her after her past in the human realm you were still confused by. You had seen her sweeping over the battlefield today and dispatching enemies, saving your life more times than you cared to admit. Her flying wasn't strong enough to join in with the Illyrian legions yet, but she had become invaluable on the battlefield once again.
"You looked awesome up there today." You both grinned at each other, warriors recognising each other, "where is everyone?"
"Amren and Mor are in the war chamber, exhausted but ok. Cassian was dropping off a soldier to the hospital wing."
"Az?"
"I thought he was with you?" A quick shake of your head had her face falling, "Ok, he's probably busy with clean up - let me see if Rhys can reach him."
"Thank you," you whispered, and she squeezed your shoulder and kissed your cheek before going back to directing people coming through the entrance.
You jumped as you felt a bigger, wider hand fall on your shoulder but relaxed when you turned to see Cassian grinning down at you. Not the Illyrian warrior you were desperate to see but still a fucking welcome sight.
"You saved our asses out there, as usual, tiny angry one." You rolled your eyes at the nickname he had given you hundreds of years ago as you let him pull you into a bone-crushing hug.
"Glad to see you survived another battle, General, and without getting yourself torn to shreds."
"Yeah, yeah, shut up you." He teased as he gently pushed your shoulder. You may be Az's right-hand woman with his spy network now, but you were Cassian's second in command first. A formidable warrior whose name struck fear into your enemy's hearts, renowned for being utterly ruthless in combat and undefeated. How long ago it now felt when you and Cassian had first led the armies in that war hundreds of years ago.
"Have you seen Az?" You hated how quiet your voice sounded, but you struggled to keep the panic at bay.
"No," Cass frowned, "is he still out there?"
"I don't know, I can't reach him." You whispered, and immediately you felt Cassian shift, ready to head back out there and find his brother - could see the panic that settled in his eyes at the thought of finding him dead on the battlefield.
"Let's not panic yet. We'll go find Rhys, and we can set up a patrol-"he continued to talk to you, laying out a plan before you, but you couldn't hear him. Couldn't hear over the sound of your own panic as you tried to not give in to the fear that was eating away at your heart. You absolutely refused to even think for a minute that he was dead. But why was the bond cold? Why hadn't he gotten in touch, and why hadn't anyone seen him since the battle ended?
You turned your head to the side, ready to throw up the small amount of food you had choked down earlier, when-
Y/N! You froze as you heard a familiar roar and couldn't place if it was something you had heard echoed around the stone room or through that precious bond you shared.
Immediately, you turned from Cassian toward the sound of that shout, and your knees nearly buckled when you finally spotted Azriel walking through the fortress's entrance, bathed in his shadows.
His eyes were wild as he scanned the room, looking for you. His hair was matted to his sweaty forehead, blood coated his face, and he was stalking forward with a slight limp. But he was alive. Alive.
"Az." You had barely whispered his name, but you watched as his eyes snapped to you, and something broke in his carefully carved facade as his gaze took you in. Pure, undiluted, raw relief settled on his face as he realised you were still here, unhurt and standing.
Sobbing, you left your friend behind and ran towards your mate. He just stopped where he stood and held his arms out, catching you as you barrelled into him. He rocked ever so slightly back as he caught you, a testament to the exhaustion seeping through his body, but you felt that primal part of you that had been thrashing around your heart ease as his arms circled around you tightly and he buried his head in your hair - breathing you in.
"I thought I had lost you." You sobbed as you pushed your face into his neck, breathing in that comforting smell of night-chilled mist and cedar.
"I know, baby, I know." His beautiful, scarred hands gently stroked down your blood-soaked and matted hair as he continued to mumble, "I'm here. I'm safe. We're safe."
"What happened?" you asked as you pulled away ever so slightly from his body, letting your feet hit the unforgiving stone floor. Azriel's face was so tender, so soft, as his hands came up to cup your face. You watched, giving him a minute to scan your face for any injuries. A sigh left his lips when he noticed that you were largely unharmed apart from the usual cuts and scraps from battle.
"Faebane," he muttered darkly, and you gasped. "One of the soldiers had some and threw it on my face when I got close. Clearly, they haven't got much, and it's a diluted solution leftover from the war with Hybern as it cleared quite quickly, but still…this is something we now have to factor in."
"I couldn't feel you down the bond." Your voice hitched.
"I couldn't feel you either, sweetheart, I didn't know if you still breathed. I was so scared." Another sob slipped through your lips, one of sadness but also one of relief as you gripped his Illyrian leathers and pulled him closer - unable to stand any distance between you. You rose up on your shaky legs and pressed your lips to his.
The kiss wasn't sweet or tender; it was demanding and all-consuming. It was a kiss between two mates who had been terrified that after their years of searching, they had lost each other. You felt the rumble of Azriel's moan as you tilted your head to get better access to his lips. His hand reached up to cup your head to hold you in place as he licked into your mouth, and his arm snapped around you as your legs finally gave out and caught you before you sank to the floor.
You broke away gently, not going far as you rested your foreheads together. Your bodies heaved as you sucked in air for what felt like the first time since the battle ended. You closed the distance again to press your lips to his again, once, twice, thrice.
"I can't do this anymore, Az." You whispered, tears slipping down your face. Tears that Azriel captured with his thumbs as he looked at you with such devastation, "the wars, the battles, not knowing whether our friends are alive, not knowing if you are still alive. I have never felt so old."
"I know, sweetheart. I know."
You both sighed as you felt the soldier hovering near you, waiting to catch your attention. Once, you would have known every soldier's name, but now you just had a vague recollection of his face. "Azriel. Y/N. I'm sorry to interrupt, but Rhysand has requested your presence."
Az pulled away slightly to nod at the soldier, who offered you both a respectful salute before leaving. You felt his scarred hand drift down your arm to grip your hand. You felt his squeeze, and you squeezed back, "Come on, love, let's go get this over with, and then let me take care of you."
…
The fortress was quieter now, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the next attack; the next moment, you would all be dragged out onto the battlefield again to face your enemies. You and Az had been stuck in meetings for hours after that initial reunion, and you had felt so hollow as your friends recounted what they saw throughout the day, the tactics the enemies were using and how you stood a chance at defeating them once and for all if you hold strong. You hadn't let go of Az's hand the entire time, only letting go once he had told his story about the faebane and he had seen tears slipping down your cheeks again and had pulled you into his arms.
A sadness clanged through your chest as you watched all of your friends that afternoon once the allies from other courts had left for their own war camps. Even through the exhaustion, the court of dreamers was still fighting, even though you had all been on the battlefield in a different war only a handful of years ago.
Azriel had made good on his promise. The minute Rhys commanded you to rest, Azriel gripped your cold hand and pulled you towards the room down the hall you were sharing. Immediately, he had asked a passing soldier to grab you a plate of food, something warm, before strolling into the room and firmly closing the door behind him. With such gentle hands, he had taken your frozen body and sat you down on the impressive four-poster bed in the centre of the room, your body sinking deeply into the comfy mattress.
He firmly pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before moving away to stoke the fire that someone had forethought to start while you were in meetings. Once satisfied, he quickly looked back over his shoulder at you - to check you were ok - before moving into the expansive bathing chamber. You could hear his footsteps on the tiled floor and the water gushing out of the taps into the large bathtub, but you couldn't stop the fear from clawing up your throat. Panic began to settle in again because he was out of sight.
What your enemies would think at the mighty Y/N reduced to this quivering mess.
Just as you couldn't take the roaring in your head anymore, at the nausea swirling in your stomach, and were about to get up to run to his arms again, Azriel stepped back into the room. You must have been shouting down the bond again because he had a soft, sad look on his face.
"I'm here, sweetheart." A whimper left your lips as you flew from the bed into his arms again, unable to get enough of the feeling of him, of being safe with him. His hand skated up and down your spine again, mumbling soothing words and pressing his lips into your hair: "I've drawn you a warm bath; come on."
You hadn't realised how much you had been shivering or how long you had been cold until the idea of settling into warm water felt so appealing. He smiled at you as he took your hands and guided you into the large bathing chamber. The bathtub sat in the middle of the room, large enough for not only you but also to accommodate wings, you realised. A soft smile fell on your lips at the thought.
In a comfortable silence that you and Az had always been able to enjoy, he gently began to unbuckle your damp and blood-encrusted leathers. With slow, methodical movements, he pulled the material from your body before throwing it into a basket in the corner of the room. You watched, your breathing shallow as Az ran his soft fingers up the exposed skin of your arms before hooking under the strap of your bra and removing it carefully from your body. Only then did his fingers skate down the soft valley of your breasts, over your abdomen, before slipping underneath the waistband of your underwear and slipping them down your thighs. Az had seen you in every state and had marked every inch of your skin with his lips and tongue, but this moment, him undressing you as you tried desperately to keep yourself from shattering, was the most intimate thing you had shared. It was warm and sweet, flecked with starlight.
That same warm smile was still on his lips as he took your hand and guided you into the warm water in the bathtub. An appreciative groan left your lips as your feet, legs, and body were submerged in comforting, warm water.
You turned around and grinned at your mate as you watched him unbuckle his own leathers and shuck them off his body. You couldn't help gazing appreciatively at his body, that body you also knew as well as your own: the proud contours of his shoulders, the toned muscles of his arms, his chiselled abdomen, the thick, powerful thighs. He truly was sculpted by the gods themselves.
Az silently padded over to the bathtub, slipping into the warm water himself before resting against one end and gently slipping his arm around your waist to pull you against him - your back pressed tightly against his chest.
With a gentleness that you know would shock so many people, he reached to grab the washcloth and soap from the side before he lathered them up and softly washed the mud and blood from your body. He took his time, kneading his hands into your aching muscles. He even undid your tattered braid and carefully washed the blood and dirt from your hair. The moment was so loving and beautiful after what happened earlier in the day that you couldn't help the tears that silently slipped from your eyes and tracked down your cheeks.
Once you were both clean, he pulled you flush against his chest again, letting you lean against him with your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling of being this close to him in the warm water. You idly traced the scars on his hand underneath the water where it was resting against your stomach whilst his other hand slid up and down your thigh, over your hip and up your body.
"I love you, Az." You whispered into the soft silence that had settled between you.
"I love you too, baby." You felt him press a kiss to your temple.
After today, after the horrors you had seen, after the panic that had coursed through your veins, you needed to feel something more. He wasn't close enough; you needed to feel him. Without saying a word, you lifted your free hand to gently grip the hand that was trailing up and down your body, stopping it in its lazy movements to slowly place it closer to that now throbbing part of you at the apex of your thighs.
"Sweetheart?" He questioned quietly. You could sense through the bond his willingness to touch you and feel his want with the way his erection was pressed against your lower back. But he needed to check that you really wanted this and that he wouldn't overstep some line, especially after today.
"Please, Az. I need you." You whimpered as you felt his slender fingers skim along your inner thigh.
"Relax, sweetheart, let me make you feel good." He rumbled against you as he gently began to press kisses under your ear, at that sweet spot he had found on that first night all those years ago. Your chest heaved as you felt his calloused fingertips trace up your thigh, over the curve of your hip, and along your bikini line before sensually slipping down to trace your slit.
A soft hiss escaped your lips at the feeling of his fingers so close to where you needed him most, a whimpering, "Please," leaving your lips as he chuckled behind you. His breath ghosted over the shell of your ear and caused a shiver to run down your spine.
"I have worshipped your body for centuries, love," Azriel murmured, his strong nose nudging the side of your head so he could begin placing open-mouthed, hot kisses down your neck, "and I never get tired of hearing those noises you make when I touch you."
You whined softly when Azriel moved his hand, but it was quickly silenced when you felt him suck on the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder as his strong hand gripped your thigh to move it to the outside of his so he had better access to you.
One of his slender fingers returned to your centre and traced your slit once again before gently swirling around that bundle of nerves. A curse ripped from your lips as your hips bucked at the contact, and another primal chuckle rumbled up Azriel's chest at your delicious reaction.
Azriel continued to swirl his finger ever so gently over your clit, every now and then applying the smallest amount of pressure and causing a sharp cry to leave your lips as white-hot pleasure shot up your body. It wasn't enough; he was teasing, and you needed your body to shatter in a way you were familiar with.
"Use your words, love. Tell me what you need." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, and if you weren't wound up so tightly, you might have called him out on it.
"Your fingers, Az. Please." You whimpered.
"Because you asked so nicely." He mumbled into your skin as he gently slid one finger into your core. A sharp cry left your lips at the feeling of those scars creating the most delicious friction against your walls.
He set a slow but deep pace as he pumped his finger inside you, his thumb still drawing figures of eight on your clit. You could feel the pleasure building inside of you, your toes curling as you felt Azriel taking you higher and higher. His hand that you had been gripping, resting against your stomach, slid up your body to cup your breast. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he expertly rolled your nipples between his fingers and tweaked them in the way he knew you liked. You could feel that familiar crest of your orgasm approaching, and he had barely touched you. So expertly knew your body. You threw your head back against his shoulder, unable to do much but go limp against him.
"I love you so much, Y/N." He whispered, and you turned to face him and saw that raw emotion on his face again, an emotion that mirrored yours. As he slipped another finger inside you, curling his fingers to reach that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, you reached up to grip his hair and press your lips to his.
You felt him grin against you as you kissed him, your hips undulating and rolling against his fingers to meet his lazy thrusts. The kiss was full of teeth and passion, and you felt the rising tide of your pleasure as you writhed against him. A cry left your lips as you felt yourself reaching the top of the wave, your mind turning foggy and hips bucking sloppily as you felt your orgasm approaching.
"Let go, love, cum for me." His words, whispered lowly in your ear, his tone dripping lust and awe, and the soft thrust he gave behind you that had you feeling how much he was enjoying seeing you like this, caused that band in your body to snap and the pleasure he had been slowly building crest and shatter. Pure, white, hot pleasure sparked throughout your body, sending every nerve-ending alight as your orgasm washed over you. Chants of his name left his lips as your back arched and your hips thrashed as he continued to pump his fingers deliciously inside you.
After what felt like hours, the wave of pleasure began to subside and be replaced with a bone-deep satisfaction. A sigh left your lips as you slumped back against your mate, his arms catching you - as they always did - and pulling you close to him. You felt Azriel mumbling your name whilst pressing soft kisses to your temple, cheek and jawline.
"Rest, love. There will be time for more later. I promise." It was that promise you clung to as you rested against your mate and let your body relax in the cooling water of the bath.
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Say what you want about ACOFAS but do not sleep on this scene…☝️😩😮💨😮💨😮💨🥵
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hii do you write for women/would you write some smut with like a dom-ish Feyre and reader?? love your writing <333
Hi!! Yes I definitely write f/f. I had an idea for this request based on this "art" I made in procreate when I was fooling around lol. Turned out kinky but also very fluffy?? Hope you like it💜
Inspiration
Feyre x f!Reader
Warnings: very nsfw below the cut, minors dni, d/s dynamics, light bondage, paint/brush play, fingering, oral f!receiving, face sitting, not proofread
You walked into Feyre’s art studio, feeling restless and needy for her attention. She sat at her easel with a blank canvas, seeming frustrated as she wiped sweat from her brow.
“Hi, love,” you greet as you stroll over to stand behind her, wrapping your arms around her as you press a kiss to her cheek.
Feyre sighs, “hi, angel,” bringing her hands up to gently rub your arms and hug them to her chest.
“Are you alright?” you ask, noting her distress. “I’m just having one of those days. I woke up this morning feeling so motivated, I got out those new paintbrushes you bought me and washed them,” nodding to her supplies table, “but once I sat down to start, I started feeling so anxious. I want to be creative and paint something but I’m so distracted, I can’t focus, I don’t even know what to paint.”
You hum in consideration, “well, you could always paint me,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with a flirty wink. Feyre turns to fully look at you, giving you a curious look. “I didn’t mean to ignore how you’re feeling, Fey. If there’s anything I can do-“
Feyre cuts you off, bringing up her hand to trace your jawline and then your lips. She glances at her supplies table with her paints and brushes, then to the couch behind you. “No, angel, I like that thought. I have an idea now, but I need to you be a good girl for me,” she says, smirking at you.
Your entire body turns molten; you love when she’s dominant like this. “Yes, my lady,” you say breathlessly.
Her eyes glaze, raking up and down your body, and she nods sharply to the couch behind you. “Go lay down, then. On your back.” She pauses, “Oh, but strip first. Everything, including your bra and panties,” she orders as she methodically looks over her supply table.
You obey, quickly removing all your clothes and laying on your back on the couch, watching as Feyre opts to bring the entire table over closer to you. She has a wicked gleam in her eye as she smiles at you, and notice she’s twirling a roll of painter’s tape around her pointer finger. “Put your wrists together for me, angel,” she says in a velvet soft voice. You move to obey her so quickly, she lets out a soft laugh that makes your legs feel weak. Feyre wraps the tape around your wrists and guides them up above your head, leaning in close to you as she does. “Keep your arms up for me, angel. You know the word if you’re uncomfortable at all, right?” You nod, whispering “yes, my lady.”
“Good girl,” Feyre murmurs and gives you a soft kiss before standing up and returning to her supplies table and begins mixing paints. She then turns to you and slowly begins stripping off her own clothes until she is completely naked. The air is thick with the scent of both of your arousals now, and your chest is heaving with anticipation as you watch Feyre grab her paint palette and a brush. She sways her hips as she moves over to you on the couch and straddles your hips, looking down at you with a mix of lust and adoration.
She gathers some of a lavender colored paint on her brush and brings it down to your shoulder, painting a broad stroke along your collarbone and down to your chest. The paint is cold against your skin, the contrast between the cold paint and Feyre’s warm body against yours causes you to let out an involuntary hiss and writhe your hips beneath her. Feyre lets out a soft moan at your reaction, and you feel her wetness on your stomach. You’re so turned on, you can’t focus straight as you mindlessly watch Feyre. You know you’d let her do anything as you let yourself stop thinking, and just feel as she drags the brush along your other collarbone, over your arms, across your stomach, alternating different shades of purple and blue. It’s slow and erotic, teasing in the best way as she uses you as her canvas.
You feel the brush swirl around your breast, letting out a soft gasp and a high pitched moan as she brings the brush across your nipple. You feel a new rush of wetness form between your legs, and you know Feyre smells it by the hungry look she gives you. She swiftly moves further down your body to where she is kneeling on the couch above your legs, and moves her brush to pick up black paint and paints something low on your hips. You manage to look down and make out the word ‘MINE’ that she has marked you with, and you gasp, mind reeling with an overwhelming sense of need for her. “Fuck, Feyre please touch me. I need you now, please, please,” you’re begging her pathetically.
Feyre gives you a smile as she stands up, making her way back to her supply table where she grabs one of her new brushes that you’d gifted her, a wide tipped brush that looks almost more appropriate for applying makeup. “Ask me again, angel. Where do you want me to touch you?”
“Please, Fey, touch my pussy. I’m so wet, I need you now,” you’re pleading with her. She lets out a soft laugh as she moves back to your legs. “Spread these for me, love. Put them up on the couch, heels to ass.” You do as she says, earning another “good girl” that makes it hard for you to breathe. Feyre kneels between your legs, taking the new dry brush and begins dragging it tortuously slow along your hips, moving to your outer folds and giving light strokes for what feels like an eternity.
You’ve never felt a sensation like this before, the feather-light stimulation both glorious and keeping you on edge. When Feyre finally moves the brush to your clit, you let out a pornographic moan, back arching off the bed as your legs shake at the bizarre feeling. Feyre continues to tease you with the brush while you pant and writhe beneath her, until she grows bored and flips the handle around, dragging it down your clit and pushing it inside you. You moan as she swirls the narrow handle inside you, hearing the lewd sounds from your wetness. “You’re so wet for me, beautiful,” she gasps. Removing the handle, Feyre quickly replaces it with her fingers, curling against that spot that has you seeing stars. When she leans down to suck your clit, you come undone with a scream.
You come down from your high to find Feyre watching you. “How do you feel, angel?” she asks you, “So good, Fey, so good. Please let me make you feel good.” Feyre crawls over you, granting a passionate kiss to your lips before crawling further up your body and positioning herself above your face. You eagerly began licking and sucking at her clit, before you held your tongue out, encouraging her to ride it to get herself off. She plays with her clit while she rides your face, not taking long to reach her peak either.
Climbing off of you, Feyre reaches up to grab your wrists and gently take off the painter’s tape, placing a kiss to each wrist. You sit up on the couch and she sits next to you. Tucking your hair behind your ear, Feyre whispers, “thank you for inspiring me.”
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