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Stuck Together

ModernAU!Eris X Reader | 250 Follower Special

prompt: Fae knotting

summary: A cringey halloween couple's costume party has you unwittingly paired with Eris Vanserra, the wolf to your little red riding hood. But you realize you don't mind taking him for a little ride.

word count: 1,437

author's note: I didn't make him a werewolf because I'm not super well versed in a/b/o stuff, but I had fun writing this little fall inspired smut. Eris is still fae, its just like our time period. I am now burnt out from smut blehggh.

warnings: just use of the word wh/re

{Tags: modern au, car sex, riding, rutting, knotting, eris being a tad embarrassed about his knot, mm long hair eris, and hes snarky}

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“What are you supposed to be?” 

“A wolf, obviously.” Eris Vanserra’s eyes narrowed, looking you up and down. He gestured to the furry eyemask smudging the black pencil at his waterline. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, I had no idea,” you said with a little smirk.

His answering glare was too funny. 

The air around you was thick with the sweet, spiced scent of pumpkin ale and bonfire smoke. Heavy bass thrummed through the ground, vibrating under your heels.

“What are you, then,” Eris asked above the music, “a whore in a red cloak?”

“I’m Red Riding Hood, duh,” eyes sparkling with mischief, you pushed up against his side, making sure the ruffles on your flimsy corset brushed his chest. The rough, worn leather of his jacket tingled where it met your skin. “And I do give a pretty good ride…”

“Then… we were paired together?”

“We must be.” It was a twist on one of those party games. Instead of everyone putting their car keys in a bucket, you got one half of a couple’s costume and had to find your match. Frankenstein Rhysand was already bickering with his frizzy haired bride, who unfortunately for him happened to be your best friend, Nesta.

You gave her a thumbs up over Eris’s shoulder, to which she promptly returned with her favorite finger. 

“So, I’m stuck with you then?” Eris downed the rest of his drink, tossing the crushed cup into a field of red plastic pumpkins, playing at being bitter. 

“Oh shut it, it could have been worse. Look over there-” 

A very awkward looking police chief Feyre was ignoring Tamlin, who had gone all out in an orange jumpsuit. 

“Yeah,” Eris relented. “It could be worse.”

“And, I could’ve been dressed as a grandmother. Technically the wolf finds her first and-”

He pressed a finger to your lips. “No more talking, I know how the story goes and I don’t want to be reminded.”

Things went quiet. Eris leaned against the edge of his car, crossing his arms and pointedly ignoring you. You leaned with him, watching orange leaves spiral from the trees to stick to the paint. A sharp breeze whispered through the trees and the cold chrome of Eris’s hood seeped through your cloak.

“Are you gonna follow me around all night?” he said, finally breaking the silence with a tight sigh.

“Maybe, my horoscope did say I’d meet someone special tonight.”

“We’ve met before,” he said flatly. 

“And yet, I feel our love is brand new every time I see the wondrous moonlight caressing your long red locks.”

Eris snorted. “I know I need a haircut.”

“What?” you blinked. “No way, it looks good on you.”

He ran his fingers through his hair in a strangely self conscious gesture, one you rarely saw from him. “Yeah? Well… thanks.”

An awkward, itchy silence descended over you again. In the distance, Frankenstein had his police chief cuffed against a tree. “Shameless,” you whispered.

Eris smirked. He turned away from staring at the bonfire, finally giving you true consideration. The red velvet cloak kept your upper half from freezing in that skimpy white dress and brown leather corset, but the stockings were so thin that your legs felt bare. 

“Cold?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

“Maybe.” You shrugged. “It’s October. It tends to be cold.”

“Well maybe you should have dressed warmer.”

“And ruin my costume? Girls braver than I walk through snow in less clothing to get to parties. I just wish I had their tolerance.”

“Fair enough.” A third silence descended as your friends ditched one by one, taking off in pairs. This silence did not last as long as the others. “You’re coming home with me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Eris rolled his eyes at the sparkling grin you gave him, but he unlocked the doors to his corvette. “Get in.”

~~~

You were bouncing off the walls. Anxiety and excitement and other shameful things you couldn’t name boiled low in your belly. Eris drove slowly through the dark, eerie road to his home. Every glance at you that he stole made your cheeks redden in the dark. 

His headlights cut two narrow ribbons of light in front of the car, illuminating passing squirrels and stationary potholes. The only sounds were the low purr of the Corvette's engine and the crunch of gravel under the tires.

“Fuck,” he muttered, suddenly pulling to a stop outside his family’s large, forest-side manor.

“What is it?”

“That’s my dad’s car. He wasn’t supposed to be home tonight.”

“Oh, is your dad not-?”

Eris cut you off. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“That’s okay, I can just walk home.”

“Walk home?” His face was incredulous. “You wanna walk home knowing that a bunch of masked strangers are out lurking in the dark tonight? Madwoman. No. I’m driving you home.”

“Are you sure? I’m kinda far.”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

But he didn’t put the car in gear. He sat there, watching you, scanning your face.

“What?”

“I-” he paused, swallowing hard. “I don’t wanna take you home just yet.”

“Oh, so you are gonna take me up on that ride-” 

He silenced you with a kiss. A bruising, hungry kiss. Eris’s fingers slid up and into your hair, gripping tightly at the base of your scalp. He angled you as he wished, plundering your mouth and swallowing your whimpers greedily. 

When he finally pulled back for breath, you panted and locked eyes with him.

“Backseat. Now.”

Instantly you reconvened in the cramped, leathery cove of the backseats. As soon as you had perched next to him, he was grabbing you and pulling you close, man handling you into his lap. 

Eris’s hand cupped the back of your head until you were comfortable, trying to keep you from knocking into something. 

Once you had settled, once your thighs pillowed against his and he could rub his hardening cock against you, he was back to attacking your lips, grunting his pleasure. 

The air turned hot, quickly fogging the windows and frosting over your view of the outside. Nothing out there mattered though. 

Eris’s jeans were rough against your thighs, sending tingles up your spine. You gently ground against him, switching from holding the headrest, to the door, to anything you could reach. “Fuck how should I- I don’t know how to-”

“Just ride me, I’ll help you, don’t worry.”

He ripped your panties clean off, a thin claw slipping free from his hand to slice through the ties at the side. Your startled moan had him smirking as he took himself in hand.

His cock, hard and leaking, strained toward your body, and he pressed the head inside you.

“Eris.”

He pushed deeper. “Fuck, I never realized how cute you’d sound.”

You mewled his name again, earning a rough thrust that had him finally filling you completely. 

Everything was stiff and desperate, fueled by lust and desperation. You rocked against his body until his breath came in sharp pants, until he couldn’t take any more of your gentle movements.

He braced a hand on your back, shifting until you were splayed out on the seat and he was over you, hip deep in your cunt.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, railing you into the seat. “I can’t- I have to take over.”

And thank god he did. He held the back of the seat and cradled you just above your waist as he slammed more roughly into your soft passage. 

Your body turned tight in its anticipation, squeezing and milking him into you as he rutted without care. 

Soon enough, you were both flying over the edge in a chorus of moans. He pumped hot seed deep into every corner of you until your whimpers quieted into bliss. 

Just as he went to pull away, his face went red. His hips gently tugged away from yours, but he was still deep inside, pressing into your cervix. 

“Oh fuck…”

“What’s wrong?” Worry twisted your features and you cupped his hand in your own.

“It’s nothing.” He pulled again, looking as though he were… stuck.

“Eris?”

“Fae just- we have this thing where…” 

Ever so slowly, you felt your pussy being stretched wider, pushed apart by the sheer size of him. You moaned as a thick knot forced the head of his cock to rub against the entrance to your womb.

He looked almost sheepish, not wanting to finish the statement. His forehead pressed against yours as he huffed, more than a bit embarrassed. “We’re stuck.”

“I don’t mind. Feels good anyways.”

He chuckled dryly, but when you laughed, so carefree and understanding… Well, he couldn’t help but laugh too.

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Temporarily opening requests for some non smutty asks!! I soooo need a little break from writing smut.

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I like x reader fics, but I don't see the reader as me, more like q character I'm playing.

It's why I'm not picky about oc fics or just character x character fics either. So maybe mine is a unique perspective

True true i think i can agree with that bc i dont always write the ‘reader’ doing what I would do.

I just wonder why its so unpopular to write bc i feel like x reader and x oc offer so much more freedom. Like ofc you can do cha x cha with an au and switch it up but for me im always doubling back thinking “is this really something cha would say?”

I have written for some ships and i do still love it. I think it just gives me more like mental blocks.

Thank you for the answer, anon!! Some food for thought today

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Do people dislike x reader fics because theyre hard to write? Cringe? Just curious

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First Date

Vampire!Rhysand X Reader | 250 Follower Special

prompt: Collar

summary: It was certainly not the wisest idea to go home with Rhysand after the first date, especially with so many warning signs. But then again, who would say no?

word count: 2,246

author's note: I am so ready for fall. Discovered the song Watch You Bleed by Haunt Me on tik tok (yeah yeah tomato tomato tik tok music is cringe) and I NEEDED evil sexy vampire rhys. This fic is also a little silly at first too bc I think I'm funny, but then its just pure shameless smut.

warnings: read the tags for all the stuff but dubcon, ‘drugging’ (sex pollen/venom), also biting and some blood ofc.

Dividers by @olenvasynyt as usual

{Tags: vampire rhys, collar use ofc, juicy dirty talk, biting/feeding on blood, his fangs have venom which is basically sex pollen, dubcon, reader is kinda oblivious, 'drugged' sex, fingering, p in v, cumming inside}

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“You’re looking for the Barolo, my darling, not any of those kitsch wines.”

“I am?” You quietly put down the gold embossed list of sweet moscatos, a flush coming to your cheeks. “Is that one… um, sweet or dry?”

“Very good,” Rhysand purred, “you’re learning. This wine is considered dry, though there is a long folklore behind its making that would have historians arguing that answer.” 

His eyes twinkled as a sharply dressed waiter brought in a bottle. Rhysand skewered its cork with all the proficiency of both a madman and a lover, ripping the top free and pouring you a flute. 

“This wine is older than half the vineyards on the Illyrian Steppes…” He pondered the label. “It’s dated back two centuries, a good era.”

You smiled politely through his drab and confusing explanations. Gods, you were really going to have to drink this… Bringing the glass to your nose, you swirled it. ‘To aerate the wine and loosen the particles,’ Rhys had explained. It smelled first of roses, then hot, black tar. 

“Go on, then, tell me how it tastes.”

“Ah- hah, okay…” The wine wet your lips just the barest amount. That would be the end of this date. “It tastes like an old shoe. Doused in perfume.”

Surprisingly, Rhysand tipped his head back and laughed. “That bad, hm? Very well, I shall sweeten my own, then.” From the depths of his darkly tailored suit jacket, he pulled a flask. The emptied contents were deep red, like an even thicker wine. A strange metallic scent stung your nose.

“You mix your wines? Isn’t that… I don’t know, impure?”

“It’s not wine, sweet thing.”

“Oh… lean?” 

“No,” he laughed again. His smile, which had been bordering on condescension the whole night, had turned to genuine amusement.

The waiter had returned, though. Thank the Mother, you were starving. This gown, a deep red silk that served as being both sexy and comfortable, would have enough room for you to gorge yourself. “Can I have the scallops-”

“Seafood?” Rhys looked at you with genuine offense. “No darling, you can’t pair seafood with red, it’ll upset your palette. How about, hmm… She’ll have the white truffle risotto, and the seared bone marrow.”

Nearly three times as expensive as the dish you had picked out. Cauldron, dropping that much gold in one night was madness. “Rhys, I can’t-”

“Nonsense, everything is my treat. A beautiful woman like yourself should expect nothing less from a male,” he tsked. “She’ll have the risotto. Make that two, actually, I find myself craving the same.”

As the waiter left, he returned his focus to you. “You are alright with that choice, yes? I only wished to prevent you from making a grave mistake.”

You considered. Was it a horrible measure of stereotypical chivalry for him to order on your behalf? Yes. Did you also hate ordering food and worry for there to be a mistake you had to send back? Yes. And you weren’t picky by any measure. Seafood, mushrooms… it made no difference to you as long as it was delicious.

“I trust you,” was what you settled on.

“Good, I appreciate that.”

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, except for one thing. Rhysand was a ravenous eater.

Not sloppy, he was not the type to have food on his face or clothes. It was just, well, when he tasted the bonemarrow, he seemed a bit too excited. Twitchy, even. Such fits of rage occurred when you were hungry, too, but it seemed oddly different. Almost immediately after, he had recovered himself, though. 

“Would you like dessert?” Rhys asked kindly.

“Oh, no, I’m stuffed.”

“I must confess another motive of mine,” he sighed, seeing you lick the truffle sauce clean from your fork. “Truffles are well known to be… aphrodisiacs.” He paused, looking to gauge your reaction.

“That means they make you want to have sex, right?” Just clarifying.

He covered his mouth, an incredulous laugh leaping from his throat. “Oh, you are just too precious, and so very shameless,” he purred, eyes lowering to a deep smolder. “Yes, that is what that means. You are of course under no pressure to accept an invite to my home tonight, but I wish to extend the offer.” 

You sighed inwardly. Promises were meant to be broken, right? Yes, you had said no more going home with men after only one date. But, this man was hot, and polite, and he was definitely big. And how many men would even spend that many gold marks on you in their entire lives, let alone the first date? “I think I’d like to accept your offer.”

Rhysand’s grin turned wicked, flashing strangely sharp white teeth. “Excellent.” 

~~~

His home was so massive it could scarcely be considered a home. This was a mansion. No, a manor. It was old, and it both embraced its antiqueness and managed to look clean and well kept.

“Welcome to the House of Wind.”

You carefully stepped  inside as lightning crackled in the distance. It had conveniently started to pour on the way, dousing you in a coat of dew. The inside made you whistle. “Damn, what did your mortgage even look like?”

“Haven’t a clue. This is a home that’s been in my family for millenia.” It didn’t seem like an exaggeration with the way he said it. “But I believe similar dark ancestral manors are priced around a million gold marks on Zillow.”

Rhysand led you up a grand spiral staircase. The velvety red carpet under your heels was so thick and old, you expected dust to cloud beneath your steps. It was meticulously clean, though, as if he had hand-picked every bit of lint out himself.

The bedroom. No ruby-draped chandelier, no dazzling gold candelabra, and certainly no lint free carpet had prepared you for its beauty.

High, vaulted ceilings ushered your welcome, the ribs of the interior carved with wood filigree and sacred text in some language you couldn’t read. Everything was dark oak and scarlett, from the ornate fire-side couches to the monstrous silk draped bed in the center of the room. 

Even the windows seemed enchanting. And they were, you realized. The ones not open to let in a cool, satisfying breeze were stained and carved. They caught the light with their color, holding it in their grasp before letting it echo in the room.

“Goddamn.”

Rhysand grinned, suddenly behind you. His broad hands came to rest on your shoulders, tracing the skin at the base of your neck before the tips of his fingers danced down your arms. “It’s not all for show, the bed is particularly comfortable. Though, you’ll see that for yourself soon enough.”

You stepped towards that huge bed- only to be yanked straight back. A startled noise escaped you as your hands went straight to your neck. A band of soft leather studded with loops and spikes of metal lay at the base of your throat. Rhysand’s fingers curled through the back of it, holding fast.

A collar.

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, pet.” He spoke every word as if it tasted of that sweetly rotted wine. “You’ll wait for permission, yes?”

Without even the conscious thought, you found yourself nodding. Talons, sharp and dark and sinful, crawled across your mind with a phantom caress. Every muscle in your body froze. You went to your knees.

Rhysand laughed. “That’s a good look on you, you know. Surprise, a morsel of fear.” He bent down, grazing your ear with his teeth. Yes, they were far too sharp, indeed. “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt too badly.”

And though you knew now exactly what he was, you asked anyway, “what won’t hurt?”

He only laughed, tightening his fingers on the collar that kept you still, and then his teeth were in your neck.

~~~ 

Everything was dark and hazy. Everything felt good. Too good, like the fly trapped in honey, still craving sugar and excess straight through death. 

“You’re awake,” Rhysand noted, his expression thoughtful in the dark glow of his room. “And how do you feel?”

No answer came, only a deep moan. Fire ravaged through your blood, which felt heavy in your veins. Your hand found the silky front of his blouse, fisting in the material. 

“Needy girl, you woke much faster than I expected.”

The fire spread through you, tunneling down your veins and straight to the aching nerves between your legs. Every sense but touch fled you. Shaking all the while, you felt the base of your neck. The collar was still there, and just above it, two fresh wounds split skin. Little punctures rested where he had fed at the jugular. But that didn’t explain why you felt like this. 

Unless death felt like need, the body’s final desire, you were pretty sure that most folks on their way out the door did not grow utterly aroused.

Rhysand laughed softly, watching the reel of emotions play out in your eyes. Sleep, want, hunger, confusion, all of it a comedy. 

“No, sweet thing, you’re not dying. It’s venom,” he soothed, petting your hair as he read every thought from the source well in your mind. “It makes the bite less painful and the prey less afraid, but it has some… other effects as well.”

Your clit throbbed. Rhysand laughed at your startled cry. 

“That would be one such effect.”

Hours you had slept, surely. A few candles in the master bedroom had guttered out into pools of cooling wax. The drug in your system should be working its way out, not getting stronger. 

“It won’t go away,” he answered your train of thought. “Not until the desire is sated.”

And the fables and folklore made sense. All the humans that fell for vampyric charm and only fled by coffin… it made sense. For how could you leave? Heat ravaged your body, and you wanted nothing more than to have him fill you, to plunge deep inside of you and never leave.

“Oh, I’m flattered.” His purr was a startling balm to your weary soul. “Might I consider that an invitation? A welcome inside?” He laughed at his own witty jest, but you were already moving.

Navigating by pure feel, your hand struck corduroy. Metal button to unloop. Silky underthings. Searing hot, hard flesh.

“Eager,” he mused, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Shall I fuck you out of your misery, or wait to see the fool you make of yourself with such clumsy stroking.”

Callous, but you could see the way he bit his lip as you squeezed the base of his shaft. Rhysand shifted, angling toward you, then above you. 

You went to wrap your legs around his hips, but he easily thwarted the attempt, pushing your knees to your chest and holding your legs back- just the way you liked. 

He knelt before you, tracing a finger through your now utterly exposed cunt. “So wet. I do love how mortals wear every emotion so freely. Though it’s not as if you could control it.”

One finger slipped into the sweltering passage of your pussy. The heat banked for a moment as he curled and stroked, but it was not long before the embers sparked again. 

“Oh, poor thing, it’s starting to hurt isn’t it?”

You nodded blindly as he pushed a second finger into you.

The seconds felt eternal, and every bit as pleasurable as they were punishing. “P-please.”

Rhysand paused, his sharp smile turning wicked. “Good girl. I thought you had forgotten how to speak. Delightful.”

In reward, he rubbed the head of his erection between your drooling folds, notching against your entrance. “Say it again.”

“Please.”

His first thrust knocked away every last trace of intelligent thought. He did not pause. He gave you no grace. You sweat like a fevered peasant, trembling as he worked you open one thrust at a time.

Pure pleasure arced like a charge of energy through you, and Rhysand moaned as your pussy locked tight around him, suckling him deeper.

His free hand found your collar, hooking his fingers through the material and holding fast. He used the leverage to fuck deeper into you.

Your blood bubbled to a low simmer as drips of precum leaked into you, every bit the antidote he promised. 

“You take it so well,” he groaned, forcing your legs back further. 

The tip of his cock pummeled your cervix as your body swallowed him up. The thought of him leaving, of ever being parted from his thick cock, had you growling, sobbing, screaming. 

You were an animal. A creature running on sensation and carnality. He fucked you through every second of torturous bliss. 

You were not sure what was orgasm and what was fever, it all bled  together. 

But his thrusts were faltering now, growing sloppy and deep. Hot cum flooded your channel as Rhys threw his head back. His pleasured grunts were beyond human, but they cooled the broiling of your veins. 

His hips stuttered as he pushed his seed deeper. Your venomed blood cooled and sense returned to you. 

“Better?” he asked between harsh pants.

You nodded and he freed himself from your depths. “Good.”

With the last dregs of strength you had, you turned to face him. “Second date?”

He blinked- then laughed. “You are quite resilient for a mortal.”

“Thanks.”

“I suppose we could dine again together… How about Thursday evening, when dusk is at its ripest?"

“Pick me up at 8.”

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Actually i made an error, eris was paired with the prompt “fae knotting.” After the first request was made his name and the prompt were crossed out and used, so i cant take further requests for this game!

Eris and sex toys pls

Hi! Yes this is already on my list and will be posted as soon as i finish it.

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Rhys and collar

Hi! Yes, this was already requested and will be finished hopefully soon.

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Eris and sex toys pls

Hi! Yes this is already on my list and will be posted as soon as i finish it.

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Writing my rhys smut with a vampire au and no one can stop me 😈

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Where the Wisps Gather

Azriel X Reader | 250 Follower Special

prompt: Gentle

summary: Azriel expresses his worries about corrupting you with his own twisted mind on a night spent stargazing in a field. You see him for who he truly is.

word count: 1,021

author's note: I've never written gentle Azriel smut that's a crime. Here's him being just a bit awkward and scared to hurt reader.

Featuring more of @olenvasynyt 's beautiful dividers. I've stumbled upon a treasure trove.

{Tags: riding, sex outside at night, in the grass, fluffy and sweet but still hot sex, awkward azriel who hates himself}

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“Are you sure you want to?”

“Yes,” you whispered back. 

“I don’t mind waiting.”

“I know.”

He carefully took your hand in his own, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he stared up at the sky. “Are you cold?”

“No.”

His wing, flat in the grass and underneath your body, curled, sliding you toward him. His arm circled around to cradle your head to his chest.

If he heard the racing of your heart, he mercifully didn’t say. You knew it was pounding. You knew that fae senses picked up on everything; a racing heart, a twitch of the lips, a change in scent…

One of Azriel’s scarred hands slid down to your thigh. His fingers splayed on the curve, squeezing just a bit. His chest was still beneath your head. He was holding his breath.

“You can touch me,” you offered. And then, “I want you to touch me.”

“I could hurt you,” he breathed, eyes set on a star high above you, avoiding you.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I hurt people for a living. It… comes easy to me.”

You sat up a bit, bracing your forearms on his torso, blocking his view of the clear sky. “Stop that. It’s a job, Az, and an important one. There are awful, awful creatures in this world. Whoever is at the end of your blade is there for good reason.”

That didn’t seem to be what he wanted to hear. But what did he want to hear? Better yet, what did he need to hear? Maybe it was nothing at all.

You leaned down, cupping his face with both your hands. He leaned into the touch like a stubborn cat. Just as your lips brushed his, he pulled back a bit. “The wisps will be coming out soon.”

That’s right. The entire reason you came out with him in the first place. Not just to stargaze for the long hours Azriel could not fall asleep, but to see the flickering blue lights of the will o’wisps. 

“I don’t care if they watch,” you murmured, quieting him with a kiss.

Azriel’s wing curled higher, the other meeting it to cocoon you in warm, leathery darkness. You could see nothing, feel nothing but him, his legs knotting with yours in the grass. He moaned, the sound softer than what you expected from him, and shame on you for that.

His wings parted from around you to let a bit of light in. He broke the kiss, brushing a knuckle against your cheek. “Sorry… I wanted to look at you.”

“I’d never say no to looking at you, either,” you answered with a little smile.

“Kiss me again.”

And you did. This time, though, you didn’t stop. You didn’t let him stop. You kissed until you were both breathless. Until you felt Azriel’s dick growing hard beneath the softness of your belly. 

Cauldron, he was big. You could feel it. His thick cock began to strain beneath the rigid black fabric of his pants. Hesitantly, you cupped the mound.

He sucked in a breath. “Are you sure?”

“How many times will you ask,” you whispered against his lips. “Yes, I want you.”

He didn’t seem to know what to do. Centuries old, years of flings beneath his belt, and Azriel was lost. Something like this was different. Gone were days of sneaking out behind Rita’s with a nameless fae, or sharing females in the same room as his best friends. This wasn’t something he wanted to squander.

Carefully, you slid a leg over Azriel’s hips, climbing on top. Again, he wasn’t breathing, only watching.

“Is this okay?”

“More than okay,” he answered instantly. He remembered now what he wanted. His hands, painfully tender and gentle, grabbed at your waist. He pulled you against his hard bulge, removing any inch left of space. 

His button popped open at the deft flick of your fingers. Already his cock was poking out from the hem of his underclothes, leaking against the plane of his chiseled abs. You pushed his shirt up, wanting to see more skin, and then pushed his boxers down. His cock sprang free, straining toward your soft grip until you satisfied him with a little squeeze.

“Mother above…” he groaned. “Fucking ride me, please.”

You had never pulled your panties away faster. Discarding the lace in the grass beside you, you drew up the bottom of your skirts, holding them back as you guided Azriel’s cock to your entrance.

But he couldn’t wait any longer. He held your hips firmly, sinking you down himself until you gasped. Only then did he pause. He waited. “Too much?”

“No,” you choked out. “Not enough.”

The perfect greenlight. He rocked you down onto him, smoothing your clumsy, desperate movements into something rhythmic and even beautiful.

Every delightful chorus of your moans had him speeding up, using you like a precious doll to pleasure himself. “Ngh- tell me to slow down.”

“Deeper,” you countered. “Cum inside.”

“Inside?” Azriel’s eyes went wide.

“Yes,” you didn’t have time to explain that you had already prepared for this a few would-be cycles ago. “Just fuck me.”

His hips arched off the ground, thrusting up into your pliant body with precision. He was not rough, or sloppy, but not so slow as to lose your pleasure. In fact, you were already at the very edge.

“Az…” 

Not breaking his movements, his thumb slid down to circle your clit, hand braced on the pillow of your thigh. “Gonna cum for me?”

You shattered. Everything in your body went tight, and you only had enough awareness left to realize that he was spilling inside your tight cunt. 

“Shit…” he muttered. “I don’t want to pull out…”

“Then don’t,” you hummed, kissing his face.

“Actually…”

Something strange and shining caught your eyes. In the grass around you, little blue lights, spirits of mischief, began to emerge from a chilly mist that descended over the summery field. They seemed just a bit too curious about your activities…

“Yeah, maybe we should go home,” you agreed. Azriel laughed against your lips, and the sound was bright and hopeful.

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Moodboard Poll: Elucien

Option 1: Lucien and Elain as Terrance and Tinkerbell, Tinkerbell

{a pixie who’s dream is to travel the world despite her station and the lover boy that helps her fulfill that dream. Vibes of pixie dust, crafting and innovating, and flying ships}

Option 2: Lucien and Elain as Westley and Buttercup, The Princess Bride

{a lowly farmhand thought to be lost at sea returns to his homeland as a trained fighter to save his kidnapped lover from a marriage she does not want. Vibes of sailing the seas to find your wife, a princess locked away, and true love persisting at all costs}

You do not have to be familiar with the AU story to vote! You can vote purely on vibes as well!

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✦nesta and cassian as andie and ben, how to lose a guy in ten days✦

“Cassian grinned to himself, waving goodbye to that hot catch down in the streets below. ‘You’re already falling in love with me…’

Blowing a kiss, Nesta flashed her most brilliant smile to the balcony above before climbing into her cab. ‘I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.”

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Gauging interest here, would yall want a part two (likely smutty) to the ice skater x azriel fic i posted?

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Guess who officially started her kinktober fics 🤭 rn aiming to hit every odd day of the month, and if i have time ill fill in the evens

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Omgggggg I am losing my mind rn this was soooo good I was literally giggling every two lines😭😭 I want to give you a big kiss rn, knight Lucien is sooo 🔥🔥🔥🔥 and Ur writing is immaculate, I didn't think I could love Lucien more than I already do

Thank youuuuu ahhh 🤭🫣😘

I’m glad i took a little writing break bc i feel like my last few fics were slam dunks. I was also giggling and kicking my feet while writing it.

Sometimes i worry about making a reader character cringe and small and weak or wtv the stereotype is but also… i want lucien to be huge and daddy so you guys are subject to my pervy fantasies 💕💕

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Fox and Vixen

Knight!Lucien X Princess!Reader | 250 Follower Special

prompt: Grinding

summary: Sir Lucien Vanserra swore an oath to protect the Princess of his kingdom, but the true trouble is protecting her from himself and his wicked fantasies

word count: 792

author's note: Did I go hard with this one? Yes. I've been day dreaming of knight and princess AU with him and I needed to write it.

warnings: Heavy with the age gap vibes here, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please don't read! Reader is an adult, just a medieval princess that doesn't know shit about sex

Credit to @olenvasynyt for the STUNNING dividers

{Tags: grinding, dry humping, lucien has a filthy mind, princess is a tease, virgin reader, corruption vibes, age gap, daddy vibes but no use of that title}

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“Have you any need for me before I retire to my chambers, my Lady?” Gods, he was hoping she’d say yes. But at the same time, how could he wish that greatest demise on himself?

Oathbreaker, they’d call him, if he tarried too long in the rooms of the sweet princess. Betrayer, they’d say, if he touched her as he wanted to.

“Lucien?” Her voice came out a gentle purr, full of the purest excitement and affection. It made his cock throb beneath his thick leathers. “I brought you this.”

From the pocket of her skirts, she procured a bun of powdery sweet bread, dripping out some kind of sticky cream. Horrible, delicious images filled Sir Lucien’s mind. 

He stepped closer, looming over her smaller form, seated in a pile of soft silk bedding. He took the pastry. “Thank you, my Lady. Have you been sneaking into the kitchens again?”

“No,” she said with a little smile, not managing to suppress the glint of mischief in her pretty eyes.

“That is the voice of a very naughty princess,” he crooned. Gods, he couldn’t stop himself. 

She licked powdered sugar from her fingers. An innocent gesture, to an untouched girl like herself, but filthy to a man like him. Oh the scandalized look that would be on her face if she knew the way he imagined her at night, cock in hand and flushed with desire.

“Princess, mind your manners. It is impolite to act in such a way in good company.”

“I can’t help it, powdered sugar is my favorite.”

“I know,” Lucien said. An underlying fondness was always present in his voice when speaking to her. Powdered sugar dusted her chin, caught in the fine hair there. 

No, he was not in control of himself anymore. He held no leash on that dark fae urge up on its haunches, a curse of his people. Not as he stepped closer, thumb rising to wipe the dusting of sweet snow from her lip. 

The Princess leaned forward, her pink tongue darting out to lick the sugar from his finger. A shudder wracked his body, his cock now standing proud and aching. “Princess… do not do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because, you vixen.” Lucien’s hand found her throat, wrapping around it firmly. He did not squeeze, did not ever wish to hurt the tiny creature, but he held her firmly in place. Held her, so that he might gaze upon her face, sniff the scented oil combed through her hair… Her eyes widened at the growl rumbling in his throat. “You know not what you do to me, my Lady.”

“What do I do to you?” Her voice was breathy, utterly submissive to the unshakable grasp he had on her neck.

Lucien took her hand, the smooth skin unblemished by callouses of the sword. He pressed her little palm to the raging erection trapped in his armor. “This.”

If possible, her eyes grew wider.

“Do you know what that is?

“Yes,” she answered, but her voice wavered. He knew her far too well to believe her with that lying tremble. But he’d play along for now. It was too fun not to.

“You know what to do with it, then?”

She hesitated. Carefully, he lay her out on the bed beneath him. The temptation to deflower her had him aching, but he couldn’t. The king would have his head.

“Sweet girl, I wish to teach you the pleasures of bedding myself, but such a thing is for your husband.”

“But- I want you to do it…”

Lucien grit his teeth, body moving between her legs on instinct. Her nightgown slid up her thighs as he propped her legs at the knee, pushing them wide enough to fit his broad body. “I- I cannot show you everything, but perhaps I might offer you some small pleasure.”

“Okay,” she nodded eagerly, her expression so open and trusting.

He couldn’t stop himself.

He lowered the outermost layer of his armor, peeling the leather from his body, but leaving the underclothes in place. With no barrier, he would never be able to keep from rutting her until she couldn’t walk.

He pressed the thick line of his cock against her body. The apex of her thighs was searing hot against his needy flesh. “Oh, my Princess…” She was wet. He could smell it, feel it dampening his underclothes as he slowly rocked against her. She shivered beneath him. “Tell me to stop…”

“W-why?”

“Because I will defile you if you do not. Ask me to stop and I swear on my oath I will…”

“But I- I want more.” Her body arched against his and she pressed her core against him.

“My Lady, hold still before I ruin you…”