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poisonedonyx · 9 months ago

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Cassian x F!Reader | "Covet"

heavily based off the word 'Covet'. Listened to 'Covet' by the Basement while writing this!!! Requests are open <;3!! tw: unedited, arguing, angst, love-hate relationship, smut, oral (f! receiving), p in v, wc: 2k

Covet - to desire; to desire (what belongs to another) inordinately or culpably.

“I don’t think he’s in it for love.” Cassian announced to the female in front of him. “Do what now?” [YourName] said, crossing her arms and giving Cassian a death stare. [YourName], a woman who had joined the inner circle a bit before Rhysand had to go under the mountain, had just gotten engaged to her long-term boyfriend- and Cassian was not happy about it, not one bit.

Cassian had never liked the man that [YourName] dated, in fact he didn’t like any of the men she dated. She had horrible taste, but dear god did he hope to fall under the categories of people she would consider to even date. He never understood why he had fallen for [YourName] but often felt as if they could do more with their relationship than just bicker all day.

[YourName] huffed and turned away, “You hate everyone I consider dating anyways, you should be happy I’m settling down.” she said before walking away. Cassian followed though, “Not the point,” he began as he followed [YourName] through the plaza “My point is that, he isn't in it for love- you shouldn’t marry him.” he basically repeated himself. [YourName] rolled her eyes and continued to look at the ring on her finger as she brushed some dirt off of some fruit.

“I love him.” [YourName] says, as if that makes everything better. “I understand that, but I swore, last time we all were together out, he was flirting with other women!” Cassian said, accusing [YourName]’s fiance of being unloyal, “You’re just mad, probably jealous.” [YourName] argued with Casian. Cassian growled, because she had pinpointed him perfectly and it pissed him off. “I do not! Contrary to what you believe, I actually hate you!” Cassian finally said.

[Yourname] simply huffed, turning to him “If you hate me so much, then why haven’t you left me the hell alone since I announced I was engaged to everyone!?” she asked in frustration. The two were starting to get looks from passers-by. “Because Rhysand cares for you! For all I care you could ditch us and be unhappily married for the rest of your life and I wouldn’t care!” Cassian said, lying through his teeth. For some odd reason that struck something in [YourName].

“You want me to leave? I understand.” [YourName] said awfully calm, creating regret within Cassian. “No, no, [YourName] it’s not like that.” Cassian tried to defuse the situation, but the female had already taken her leave from the plaza. Cassian sighed, he knew he was going to have to find Mor and explain the situation, which means she’s going to scold Cassian and scoldings from Mor typically lasted hours. Mor would find [YourName] and the cycle repeats.

A few days passed and Mor finally returned with [YourName] distraught. She wouldn’t eat meals, she would sleep in, and hardly left her room at that. “I hate you.” [YourName] told Cassian “I hate you so damn much!” she screamed at him, slamming her bathroom door in his face. Cassian was confused, why exactly did the female hate him? He couldn’t put her tongue on it, so he went to find Mor. “She found her fiance cheating.” Mor said, not even looking up from her book when Cassian had approached her and asked what was wrong with [YourName]. “Oh.” Cassian mumbled “I called it.” he said just as quietly but Mor had caught it. “Want a cookie?” Mor asked, looking up at Cassian finally and cocking an eyebrow. Cassian rolled his eyes “Whatever.” he said before leaving the room and off to train a little in hopes to get his brain situated.

After training, Cassian had came in to wash up and eat dinner, but once more there was no [YourName]. It had been going on week two of [YourName]’s absence from meals and it was starting to worry Cassian. Sure, he didn’t have the best relationship with her- but his found family had brought her in and if the others liked her- then he would too. Even if it means catching feelings while at it.

[YourName] opened the door just as Cassian was going to knock, but [YourName] tried slamming the door once more. Cassian stopped it this time. “I would like to offer you dinner its your favorite.” Cassian said, just loud enough for [YourName] to hear. “No. Not hungry/” the female tried to say- but her stomach had betrayed her when she said that and growled anyway. “I think your stomach disagrees.” Cassian says, opening the door fully and guiding [YourName[ into her room and to a the vanity so she could put her food down and eat. “I..” [YourName] began, all Cassian could do was listen, “Why do you let me do these things to myself? Do you really hate me?” [YourName asked finally and Cassian’s heart had broken slightly. It was silent for a moment as Cassian collected his thoughts, “I.. Don’t hate you. I know that I just wished you’d do something different than lose yourself in some random that was suppose to be a one night stand.” Cassian said lightly joking with [YourName].

The girl laughed, wiping her tears with her robe’s sleeves. “I know what I said tells you differently, but I do.. Like you, you just make really dumb choices.” Cassian said,and luckily that made [YourName] laugh a little more than cry. “I.. I don’t hate you either.” [YourName] replies, a gentle smile gracing both of their faces. “So , will you eat now?” Cassian asked, holding up the plate of food for [YourName] to see. It was her favorite, thankfully Cassian didn’t lie on that front.

For the first time in two weeks, Cassian watched as [YourName] ate and poked at her food. Sure, it was her favorite, but she hadn’t eaten a proper meal in two weeks and her body was trying to get used to it once more. When [YourName] finished eating what she could, she set the plate aside and held a soft conversation with Cassian- something she never expected to do. Ever. She always thought he had hated her, they bickered more than talked and to see this side of him is very much different.

[YourName] had moved beside Cassian, just so the conversation wouldn’t be loud. But when silence was draped across them, [YourName] felt the need to lean in slightly, to reach for his warmth. When she did so, Cassian had also done so too and their lips danced for minutes. [YourName] fixed herself so she was on top of Cassian, her arms around his neck to press her chest against his own.

[YourName] wore nothing but a nightgown as of right now, and it drove Cassian crazy. He tugged at the roots of [YourName]’s hair and moaned into the kiss as [YourName] began to grind herself against Cassian. Cassian was quick acting though, in one swift notion, he laid [YourName] down on the bed and began feeling her up. He danced his fingers from [YourName]’s jaw to her neck, that’s where he gently squeezed before tailing his fingers lower. [YourName] moaned at the feeling, trying to create friction for her core to be satisfied- but Cassian wouldn’t let her have that.

Cassian gently lifted up [YourName]’s nightgown, revealing not only her breasts but the soaked panties she wore underneath. Cassian hummed softly, peppering kisses against [YourName]’s chest all while his hand went lower to her panties and began gently rubbing her through them. [YourName] let out a fit of whimpers, softly requesting for more friction, Cassian smirked. He lowered himself to her cunt, he didn’t move her underwear to the side but instead licked a strip right up where she needed him the most.

Just the little touch of that, had her biting her lip. When Cassian finally moved her panties to the side, he teased her hole that was clamping down around absolutely nothing but need from him and it felt empowering to have that. He watched as [YourName]’s reaction turned from needy to pleasure induced when he shoved two fingers into her very wet pussy. “You’re awfully needy for someone who claimed to hate me just days ago.” Cassian hummed as he lowered his face and breathed against her clit.

“I-I don’t ha-haaaate.. you~” [YourName] tried to get out in one piece, but instead came out dragged out because of the way Cassian was attacking her clit that was in desperate need of attention. [YourName] wrapped her thighs around his head and dug her fingers into his hair, tugging as she grinded her cunt against his face for more stimulation she was lacking and in need of. [YourName] felt the heat rise in her stomach and she knew she was going to cum soon, even if she didn’t want it to end. She tugged Cassian’s hair in an attempt to warn him as she couldn’t get anything else out other than gibberish and Cassina’s name.

When [YourName] had came, Cassian made sure to lick up the mess on [YourName]’s thighs smirking as he looked up at a flustered [YourName]. He then leaned up and kissed [YourName]’s lips, slipping his tongue in so she could taste herself. [YourName] moaned at both the feeling and taste of Cassian’s tongue and the feeling of it exploring her mouth once more. [YourName] panted out a whimper when she felt Cassian grind his still clothed cock onto her wet panties, creating fiction.

After much teasing, Cassian removed his pants and both sets of underwear on himself and the woman he was bedding. Not just any woman though, [YourName] was her name and god had Cassian dreamed about this almost every night for the last few years. Cassian slipped his cock between [YourName]’s folds making [YourName] whine, “Please, no tease…” [YourName] begged, biting her lip. Cassian laughed ever so slightly. “You’re just oh so needy right now, look at you, begging for me to fill you up..” Cassian said smoothly, leaning down to press a kiss into [YourName]’s neck and leave a hickey in his wave. Before [YourName] could get any other words out of her mouth to beg, she felt him shove his thick length inside her. [YourName] would have screamed in pleasure if it wasn’t for the fact Cassian had shoved his fingers into her mouth to muffle the noises she was making.

As Cassian thrusted in and out, [YourName] would clamp down making it harder for Cassian to pull out and thrust back in but god it felt amazing so he didn’t dare try to tell [YourName] to relax. Eventually, there was an unbelievably fast pace that Cassian had dragged [YourName] to get use to. With each thrust [YourName] whined, whimpered, and begged for more. Her breast bounced and she didn’t help herself when she brought a hand between them and started to stimulate her clit.

Soon, that knot returned but for both [YourName] and Cassian. Cassian choked out a ‘so close’ before he finally released his cum within [YourName] and soon after, [YourName] joined in soaking his cock and the sheets below her. [YourName] was shaking because of pleasure, Cassian laughed as he watched [YourName]’s legs shake from their activities.

After calming down, Cassian brought [YourName] to the bathroom and gently bathed her and himself. After cleaning, he made sure [YourName] was comfortable in bed, and before the two knew it [YourName] had fallen asleep. Cassian smiled, going to lay down with her- but he would be summoned to help Azriel with something- neither one of them mentioned that night they spent together to anyone they knew. It was their dirty little secret.

It wouldn’t be long before Cassian’s mating bond with Nesta snapped into place and when it did, [YourName]’s breath hitched. She witnessed it happen, and there was no denying that Cassian was going to keep Nesta and place her first above all. [YourName], despite only bedding with Cassian but a handful of times after that, felt ill and sick to her stomach when asked about it, she shook it off and claimed she was happy.

She thought she was happy for Cassian for finding his mate, now if only she could find her own.

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poisonedonyx · 9 months ago

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Azriel x F!Reader | "Apart"

requests are open!!! i also seem to make every character i love a papi, how weird. tw: unedited, angst, cheating, child (4 month old) death, divorce, ooc Azriel(?) wc: 1.7k

It was moments like this that made [YourName] wish her husband didn’t keep her and their daughter a secret, just so she could seek out assistance from friends- friends that had experience with children, but no, she remained in the cabin outside the city with a sobbing daughter in her arms. [YourName] rocked her baby girl, a soft ‘shhh’ escaping her lips trying to comfort her. [YourName] wanted to cry, not only was she shielded away for her safety but her husband was often doing missions for the High Lord and Lady of the court they call home.

A soft ‘it’s okay’ came out of [YourName]’s mouth as she attempted to comfort her daughter once more. The crying little one was red in the face and coughing up a storm when she wasn’t sobbing her little beautiful hazel eyes. She wished her husband was home, but he was also off doing missions for the High Lord and Lady of their court- so she couldn’t just ask for Azriel to come home, he was busy.

That’s what she told herself. She didn’t know what her husband was doing without her around, was he truly working? Was he spending his free time with his found family just in case to throw them off from suspecting he had a wife and daughter? What was so wrong with having a wife and daughter? His found brother had a son and a wife, it wasn’t fair in her eyes to be shielded away. She was fine with it when it was just him and her, but now that it was him, her and their daughter Lynette.

Lynette had finally gone quiet, sniffling to show she was still very much emotional. [YourName] had lived through her pregnancy basically alone in the cabin, but Azriel had returned in time for the birth, but soon after he was once more called back to Rhysand. [YourName] never faltered her High Lord or High Lady for summoning their spymaster for work. But it still stung deep down to know he valued work over her and their daughter. But that was another topic for another time.

This spell of crying and coughing lasted about two more days before things started to fall silent. Eerily silent, [YourName] had grown used to her daughter’s coughing fits or cries for whatever she needed, but now that it was quiet she panicked. She immediately checked on her child and found her breathing in shallow breaths and she had gone even more pale than before. ‘Don’t go to them, it will raise alarms.’ Was what Azriel said when she asked if she could ever seek out her husband’s found family. But those words became distorted when [YourName] had no access to an on sight healer, no husband around, and absolutely no idea what was wrong with her daughter. Now crying, [YourName] shoved her arms through the armholes of her jacket, and covered her daughter up before hitting the streets of Velaris.

She got looks, looks of judgment and looks of worry as she rushed through the streets and knocked on different townhouses to try and find Azriel in one of them. But nothing, it was slowly becoming later and Lynette was starting to shift in and out of sleep. It worried her. She was at the last townhouse and with a weak knock, [YourName] sobbed. She felt hopeless.

She was a new mother with no help, and here she was seeking out the exact people her husband told her to stay away from when she fell pregnant. When the door finally opened to reveal a confused female. The female was slender and had golden brown hair, and to [YourName] she looked like a princess, while to the woman she must have seemed like a mess. “Azriel- I-Is he here?” [YourName] finally mustered out and the woman seemed hesitant to answer the question. “I.. I’m sorry, I’m [YourName], this is Lynette- I need help. I don’t even need to see him, I just need help.” [YourName] explained in a panic, her breaths becoming more rigid as panic started to set into her system. “I see, come, I’ll help.” The slender lady offered, opening the door more for [YourName] to enter the house. “I’m Feyre,” The golden brown haired female offered as she led [YourName] into a hallway of rooms and entered one empty one. “What’s happening?” Feyre asks, “Lynette, she- she’s been crying, coughing, she started not breathing properly.. I just- I don’t know what to do.” the distraught mother says gently, setting her daughter on the bed. Once on the bed, the baby sprawled out. Feyre looked over the baby before calling in a healer and that’s when the news was dropped onto [YourName].

Lynette didn’t have much longer.

After the healer left, Feyre found [YourName] in the rocking chair near the window. She gently rocked her daughter, “How old?” Feyre asked, trying to just create a conversion “Four months..” [YourName] replied before a sob echoed into the room and she held her baby close. “God, and my husband barely knows her.” [YourName] whispered, not expecting Feyre to hear her. “Who is your husband?” Feyre asked, but she was afraid she knew the answer, all [YourName] had to do was look over and look back down at the baby in her arms. “It’s Azriel, isn’t it..?” Feyre asked, [YourName] simply nodded and for once in her life she felt mass amounts of disappointment in Azriel. “I’m so sorry.” Feyre said, for she knew the truth and it seemed as if [YourName] was oblivious to what was happening behind her back. Feyre didn’t want to be the one to break the news to her, but someone had to and before she could, there was a knock at the door.

“Feyre? Rhysand asked to- woah! Random lady and child in the house.” Cassian said, already sensing the bad mood and trying to lift it. Feyre shook her head, “This is [YourName] and Lynette, they need to speak to Azriel.” She explained trying to get the female to her husband so she could at least break the news that their daughter was dying and there was absolutely nothing they could do- at least according to the healer.

“Az? He’s with Elain right now, we all know what's going on.” Cassian chuckled, but Feyre’s face fell into disgust. Not just because Elain was his sister but because Azriel was actively cheating on his grieving wife. “No, Cassian, this is his wife and child, tell him it's urgent.” Feyre said dropping the wife-and-child bomb on Cassian. Cassian simply jutted out his face and gave a look of pure confusion. “I know, I know.” The High Lady said, shaking her head. [YourName] just had to sit there and listen, “He.. found someone else, didn’t he?” [YourName] asks Feyre and in return Feyre says nothing- which just confirms her suspicions. She felt sick, she felt weak, she just bit back the tears and gently drew her thumb against her daughter’s cheek, just trying to seek comfort. She couldn’t win this battle, she should have known once she fell pregnant that things were going to be different- she no longer could provide for him so he sought it out in another woman. Soon, Azriel had walked into the room and his hazel eyes widened in a panic. “[YourName]?” Azriel asked in shock, but before anything could be said. Either it be scolding or worry, [YourName] cut him off, “Lynette is dying, she’s dying and she hardly knows who her father is.” [YourName] announced. Azriel went silent “I’ve had to protect my family-” he said, trying to argue back but all [YourName] did was cry out of frustration. “Azriel, yes, they are your family but so is Lynette. If you truly, truly no longer saw me as a potential match- you should have asked for a divorce the day I announced I was pregnant.” [YourName] scoffed.

“I’ve picked up on the hints, High Lady’s sister? Are.. Are you kidding me?” [YourName] asked “I don’t even fault her for it! She probably has no idea who I am, who Lynette is- because you’re not proud of what we created.” the female pushed on. “It’s not like that-” Azriel had began “Then what the hell is it like!?” [YourName] asked, shoving her husband aside and going to exit the room. Her daughter still cuddled up to her chest.

Feyre, who had exited the room to give Azriel and [YourName] space to talk, watched from the living room with Rhysand. “I would have never thought in my years of living that Azriel would.. Could keep this information from us.” Rhysand said, hearing the door shut loudly signaling [YourName] had left the townhouse. “I need to talk to my sister.” Feyre mumbled, pushing off her husband and heading to find Elain.

It wouldn’t even be a week later that little Lynette passed on and was laid to rest. Azriel had returned home and spent the last few days with Lynette, but nothing could make up for lost time. When the burial had come for the child, [YourName] dressed in black and watched as they lowered the baby-sized coffin into the ground while Azriel stood next to her. After throwing some dirt and flowers into the hole, [YourName] broke down crying when they finally finished. But not once did she lean on to Azriel for support. When the couple returned to the cabin Azriel spoke up, “Feyre and Rhysand asked about-” he began but would be cut off “I want a divorce.” [YourName] said with a coldness to her words. [YourName] didn’t even look in the direction of her soon-to-be ex. “What?” Azriel asked, he couldn’t lose her- not when they both were in mourning, not when Rhysand had dismissed him to properly grieve his daughter, not when they truly needed each other. “I. Want. A. Divorce.” [YourName] repeated, “Don’t you hear the words coming out my mouth? You messed up, I thought you were working but you were sleeping with another woman! You let me take care of our sick daughter alone because you wanted to sleep with someone else. Do you know how fucked that is, Azriel?!” the female said, shaking her head in disappointment. “I will be seeing a lawyer soon about it, and you will be getting papers in the mail, now go. Home.” [YourName] said simply.

The bedroom door slammed and Azrie felt a pit in his stomach start to suffocate him. He had done this, he had messed up, he was the reason they had fallen apart.

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poisonedonyx · 9 months ago

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Lucien x F!Reader | "Our Story" (p2)

requests r open, i suck at making ideas myself TwT tw: unedited, pregnancy, birth, oc baby, fighting/arguing between a door, kinda rushed wc: 2.4k Part One

Feyre sighed, taking her friend’s arm and holding her close. “What’s truly going on, [YourName]?” Feyre asked, noticing the scent difference, the hormonal peaks, it led to one thing but Feyre wanted her to admit it. The glamour only went so far, and it was starting to break. [YourName] finally broke down, “I believe I’m with child, I can’t stay here.” [YourName] finally said.

“There’s the truth..” Feyre smiled warmly, “I’ll talk to Rhys about this.. i’ll make sure you’re safe.” she adds. [YourName]’s breath hitched in a panic “He can’t know, what if he tells Lucien? I don’t need him-“ the panicked female began but Feyre cut her off; “Rhysand wouldn’t dare tell Lucien, he’s a trusted person, and I’m not saying that because he’s my mate. I promise.” Feyre said, squeezing her friend’s hand.

“Rhysand will make sure you’re safe in Velaris, that you and your child will be away from Lucien. Heck, I'll even visit from time to time.” Feyre promised, and for the first time since [YourName] suspected she was pregnant- she relaxed. She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding, but it soon would be caught in her throat once more. “We need to get you to a healer though, make sure everything is alright- especially after our run in with Eris.” Feyre pointed out, and [YourName] nodded in agreement.

Once Feyre managed to corner her mate and explain everything about her dear friend, Rhysand had promised his mate he’d make sure [YourName] was tucked away safely with access to healers and such for her and her child. Once Rhysand knew, he summoned a healer to check on [YourName] and made sure Lucien was off the premises as they did so, just to respect [YourName]’s want to keep the pregnancy under wraps.

“Things seem to be quite fine, you do have a powerful one on your hands.” The healer says, taking her hands off of [YourName]’s bare stomach. [YourName] just nodded as she fixed her shirt and sat up on the bed, “Take these, it’ll make sure things remain smooth between now and when I check in on you again in a few weeks. If you feel off, as if things aren’t normal, or you begin to bleed- contact me immediately.” The healer mentioned as she handed a bag full of tea, tea that [YourName] knew she wouldn’t be able to stomach for some time.

According to the healer though, [YourName] was just entering her second trimester. Eventually, the healer left and [YourName] welcomed Feyre and Rhysand into the room she temporarily held up in. “How is everything?” Feyre questioned, “Good..” [YourName] answered with a bored tone- not that she was, she was just ready to leave. Rhysand smiled though, “Let’s go ahead and get you out of here.” he offered which the pregnant female happily took.

When arriving at the cabin, [YourName] felt relieved. Everything she could have asked for was there and she thanked Rhysand with a low curtsy. Rhysand laughed it off before reminding her that a friend of Feyre’s was a friend of his, and that he and Feyre would visit now and again to check up on the female.

Slowly, things started to fall into place for [YourName]. Slowly, her bump grew, and now that it was slightly there, her favorite hobby was looking at her stomach in the mirror or watching as her stomach raised up and down as she breathed. She couldn’t wait for the day her baby started to kick in her womb. Which, eventually did happen and [YourName] nearly cried of pure happiness.

[YourName] was cutting up some fruit to snack on, and when she finally set the knife down to move the fruit onto a plate, she felt the kick. It marked twenty weeks- about five months along, and she felt the flutters in her stomach. At first she had zero idea what it meant and had assumed she had to pee, but never felt the need to pee, so she took her fruit and sat down with her book. When she felt it again, this time she watched her stomach and gasped when she watched a little bump pop up and disappear soon after. Her baby had been kicking! Hopefully this meant she was having a healthy baby- because truthfully that’s all she wanted. Even if the child was half the man [YourName] no longer wanted to see, she wanted her baby to have the best life. [YourName] gently placed her book aside and placed a hand where the baby had kicked and cooed softly, “The healer was right, you’re a powerful little thing..” [YourName] praises her unborn child.

When it seemed her child was done being active, [YourName] picked her book up once more and began reading. She was excited to be able to hold her child in her arms, but she also knew it was going to be hard alone. Perhaps she’d return to Feyre and Rhysand and simply act as if Lucien didn’t exist- if he still remained in the home, trying to woo Elain when, in reality, that girl could do so much better than the Autumn Court faerie. Mate or not, [Yourname] was a firm believer in thinking Lucien didn’t deserve shit- especially after the way he had ended things.

It would be another week before the healer had returned to check on [YourName] and in tow would be Feyre. “I didn’t expect to come as the healer did! I apologize!” Feyre says, setting her belongings down and both the healer and [YourName] brushed it off, claiming it was alright. Feyre sat with [YourName] as the healer placed her hands on [YourName]’s bare stomach and light shined beneath them. “Do you want to know the gender?” The healer asked, [YourName] looked over to Feyre- as if she’d have the answers she sought out for.

“That’s up to you..” Feyre giggled softly, [YourName] nodded though “I do, I want to know..” the pregnant female nodded her head. After some time, the healer finally found a good spot to examine the baby within [YourName]’s womb, “Boy. Your baby is a boy.” the healer finally announced. [YourName] couldn’t help but melt on the spot when she found out the news, a baby boy. She had no idea where she was going to begin, she had fully prepped for a girl but perhaps that’s simply how it worked out for her. Fate is such a weird thing to attempt and play with. Once the healer was done, she gave [YourName] some drinks to try out to make sure the baby remained healthy before the healer took her leave. [YourName] turned to Feyre with a joyful smile on her face- “A boy!” she squealed. Feyre laughed at her friend’s excitement. After about an hour of chatting and lunch had begun to be made, Feyre finally spoke up. “I think.. I think he-who-shall-not-be-named misses you.” Feyre says as she places some vegetables into the pan, “Good. Make him regret.” [YourName] huffed as she didn’t miss the male, but deep down she had missed him and wished he remained around so she could experience the pregnancy together- but he had messed that up, he had screwed up and this was his punishment.

Feyre watched carefully, because even though [YourName] had sounded as if she was determined to never see Lucien again, the frown on her face told something completely different. That she did miss the male too, but Feyre would never pass that message on to anyone, because she knew deep down [YourName] wanted to keep this from everyone. It wasn’t like [YourName] had anyone else but Feyre and Rhysand, so [YourName] understood fully why she was acting the way she was.

When [YourName] had disappeared, Lucien didn’t ask questions. In fact, he assumed she had ran away in embarrassment. It wasn’t until Elain had rejected him for the uptenth time, that Lucien realized that perhaps he did miss [YourName]. But never would admit it out loud. Just because the way things ended was, in fact, messy. He didn’t want to say he hated the way he saw her try not to cry as he was called ‘pig’ or how much force was in the slap to show how hurt she was.

So, when Feyre claimed [YourName] missed most of them- Lucien decided to try and dig deeper. He asked where she was, how she was doing, and if she was okay. Feyre would smile and say she’s safe, she was doing amazingly, and she was more than okay. It placed a pit of nervousness and disgust when Feyre was so vague with her answers and perhaps [YourName] had asked her to do that and that just made him feel even more regret.

Now that he knew Elain wanted nothing to do with him and it had gotten into his thick skull, he realized how much he missed [YourName]’s touch. So he was going to get to the bottom of where [YourName] was. That’s why when he overheard a quiet conversation between Feyre and Rhysand that he realized she was on the outskirts of town and that she wasn’t alone. She wasn’t alone. Has she moved on? His selfish side wished and hoped she didn’t.

It wouldn’t be until [YourName] entered her third trimester that she realized how hard it was going to be in these final few weeks. She couldn’t pick anything up by herself, and when she was waddling down the path to her garden- she realized she wasn’t going to be able to get up on her own without assistance. She wished she had someone, but knew she told herself she had this and that the final stretch was in sight.

When things did begin to flush out and [YourName] was hitting around her due date, the healer practically visited every two days to make sure [YourName] was doing alright on her own. It was hoped that while the healer was visiting and helping out around the house, that [YourName] would go into labor so she didn’t have to do it alone- but it seemed like the world had other plans. The one day the healer couldn’t make it out to help out, [YourName] went into labor.

Sure, she was in labor for hours, but she followed the back-up instructions for the occasion that the healer couldn’t make it. She stripped down and found herself in the bathtub, half way through pushing did Feyre and Rhysand come to visit, the screams made the couple panic and when Feyre finally found [YourName] in the bathtub struggling to push- she dropped to her knees and offered her hand, which [YourName] took between tears. “I can’t do this alone,” [YourName] sobbed, but Feyre shook her head. “You’re not alone [YourName], you have us, you’re going to have your son, you won’t be alone.” Feyre promised, but to [YourName] it wasn’t enough. Even if it sounded selfish and cruel, Feyre, Rhysand, and her son were not enough to satisfy the hole in [YourName]’s heart. When [YourName] finally gave birth fully and there was a cry that pierced the air, everyone felt relieved,

Feyre had helped place the little boy on [YourName]’s chest, all while she did the after birth process the healer had finally busted in and shooed her High Lady off so she could inspect both mom and baby. Things were good and after cleaning up, making sure mom was in bed, and baby was healthy- the healer left instructions for each meal and left.

Feyre finally entered the room, watching as [YourName] fed her son for the first time. As the two females spoke, there were soft suckling noises from the baby. Finally, the topic of ‘returning home’ had come up and Feyre had offered for [YourName] to return closer to home. “I wouldn’t mind having you closer, it’s a matter of Lucien finding out.” Feyre chuckled, [YourName] shook her head “Whatever, I’ll take the offer though- I.. I miss being able to see you daily.” [YourName] said gently as she admired her son. “What did you name him?” Feyre finally asked, [YourName] cooed softly as she thought “I really like the name Alban, I may go with that. It suits him well.” [YourName] explained gently. Feyre couldn’t have agreed more. “Alban, sounds nice off the tongue.” Feyre jokes, making [YourName] chuckle. After some talking, it was official that [YourName] would be moving closer to the townhouse, especially since Feyre realized miss [YourName] was going to need big time help with the baby.

A week would pass and when [YourName] was mostly healed from birthing mostly by herself, she got assistance from Cassian and Rhysand with moving and before [YourName] knew it- she was in a new home within Velaris. [YourName] set her son down in a bassinet close by the bed as she flopped down. Alban softly cooed, signaling he was awake. He tiredly watched as his mother picked him back up and cuddled with him until there was a knock on the door.

With some hesitation, [YourName] held the child to her chest and made her way to the front food. Perhaps she should have checked who it was before just opening the door, but she did so anyway and there revealed the man she didn’t even want to think of. When she thought of Lucien, she had gotten pale and felt nauseous. So she tried to shut the door as fast as she could, that’s when the door stopped from shutting thanks to Lucien’s foot being in the way.

“Please, not now, I’m tired.” [YourName] begged, trying to shut the door still. “No, you’ve been gone for almost six months, I just want to know where you’ve been.” Lucien says, trying to fight back, but groaning when [YourName] fought back just as hard. “Safe, away from you- now leave.” [YourName] scoffed but before she could warn Lucien about Alban- the little one started to cry.

[YourName] immediately dropped fighting with Lucien and turned her focus on the baby on her chest. She walked off to a different room to try and console him, but Lucien followed. “You.. You were pregnant?” Lucien asked in shock, he wasn’t dumb. That baby in his ex-friends-with-benefits’ arms looked too much like him and [YourName] as a mix to deny that [YoruName] was with child.

[YourName] remained silent though, “You should’ve tried with me, please leave.” [YourName] asked once more. Lucien was at such a loss for words that he simply turned around and left, he didn’t know how to ask for more information. So, when he returned he asked Feyre and she gave him a look of pity before shaking her head “That’s not for me to tell.” she whispered before leaving Lucien alone with his thoughts once more.

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poisonedonyx · 9 months ago

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Lucien x F!Reader | “Our Story”

just wanna let yall know that requests are open!! <3 tw: unedited, (poorly written) smut, oral (m! receiving), angst at the beginning & end, pregnancy mentioned (not much) wc: 2.5k

[YourName]’s mouth and throat felt dry, she didn’t understand what was happening when Lucien had laid out to her he had a mate, and that mate happened to be Feyre’s sister, and how he no longer wished to have contact with her. “I just don’t see us going far, I want to try with Elain..” Lucien said simply, “She doesn’t wish to even look you in the eyes.” [YourName] barked back, trying to fight the tears that stung her waterline. “I still think if we dropped our physical relationship and showed I wanted to try, it would work.” Lucien pointed out and then there it was, a loud slap echoing the room. “You’re a pig.” Was all [YourName] managed to scoff out before leaving the room.

[YourName] was not from the Spring Court, she had run away from her original court in order to seek refuge and had found herself under Tamlin’s wing- which is exactly how she met Lucien. Of course, the two never clashed well together because of Lucien’s defensive humor coming up and blocking out everyone who wasn’t Tamlin. But after the masquerade and the curse was implanted into the court, things seemed to settle between the (HairColor) haired girl and the fire-like faerie. Supposedly it dawned upon them that they were truly stuck together with each other and had to be civil at least with each other.

Lucien would have his walls up still, not wanting to be entirely open about his past to some faerie that his best friend decided to take in. [YourName] understood that, deciding she’d be open for the both of them. She decided this because if they weren’t both open, then their friendship would get absolutely nowhere. Unlike Lucien, [YourName] wanted their relationship to at least extend the typical small talk- she didn’t expect her desire to exceed that.

When Lucien finally opened up to [YourName] about his life before the Spring Court, the female made sure he understood that she was listening. She took in every detail and made sure to lock it away in her brain, safe keeping. After that, things had become physical between them. Tamlin had to act as if he has zero idea that the two share a bed some nights. But the stares at dinner and the giggles and soft laughter that the two share says so much more than what the two seemingly wanted to expose to the world.

Never once did Lucien and [YourName] confirm their relationship as something real. To each other, they were still friends, friends with benefits. Lucien and [YourName] never thought in a million years of their immortal years that they’d confirm anything, even when Feyre came around. Feyre, who had gained a friendship with Lucien faster than [YourName] had, often asked about the two’s relationship and teased Lucien for never confirming the relationship to be romantic.

[YourName] had her own friendship with Feyre, but it wasn’t as deep as Feyre had with Lucien- it still stood strong throughout under the mountain and in her return though. As [YourName] was also a woman, she managed to see the red flags that had popped up with her savior when it came to his bride-to-be. So when Feyre wasn’t around to hear him yell or get upset, [YourName] would defend the only other female she knew that was strong enough to take down Amarantha.

But of course, Tamlin fought back with his words just as [YourName] did and it drew a rift between the two. [YourName] no longer sat close to Tamlin at meals, prompting to sit farther away and when Ianthe came into play- she replaced where [YourName] sat. When asked about it by Feyre, Tamlin brushed it off as a simple argument that [YourName] couldn’t drop. But the only reason [YourName] couldn’t drop such an argument is because she was defending Feyre’s freedom. She knew if she was slowly being shut away from freedom, Feyre wouldn’t ignore [YourName]’s attempts to talk.

It wasn’t until after Rhysand butted into the wedding and took Feyre did the new faerie realize these red flags that Tamlin were dropping left and right. Lucien eventually stepped in when the tension was getting too high with [YourName] and Tamlin. “You can’t argue with him, that’s something Feyre and him need to speak about.” Lucien explained gently one night as he brushed his hands against his bed partner’s arm. [YourName] remained silent, “I just can’t watch her slowly get trapped, I bet whatever Rhysand is doing with Feyre is better than what Tamlin has planned for that poor girl.” [YourName] mumbled, turning her bare back to Lucien. The male sighed, not knowing what to say- because he had seen the signs but unlike [YourName] he didn’t see the point in arguing with Tamlin and ruining their friendship.

Lucien didn’t say a thing to counter argue against his friend, because deep down she was right. [YourName] waited until Lucien to fall asleep before she dressed and returned to her own room that night, too disgusted with Lucien to fully share a bed that night. She simply returned to her bed and fell asleep in her cold bed with a sad face on that night. She felt grossed out with Lucien because he wouldn’t speak up about the things Tamlin was doing to entrap the only other female friend she connected with.

When things went down with Feyre, [YourName] was there to witness it, and alongside Alis begged Morrigan to take Feyre and let her properly taste freedom, get her away from the Spring Court, away from Tamlin. When Tamlin returned, Lucien had pulled [YourName] away and asked what happened and that’s when [YourName] put on a show and acted as if she was in the gardens when it happened. She played dumb puppy dog. She was going to keep Feyre safe from Tamlin.

Within the time period that Feyre was gone, sure things were looking down for Tamlin- but things blossomed between Lucien and [YourName]. [YourName] was good at advocating for herself and setting boundaries, and Lucien learned well from her. Nights together became more frequent, even despite Ianthe’s attempts at getting at Lucien. [YourName] was starting to believe it was to piss her off because she had caught the two mid-makeout within the library more than once. Ianthe just loved causing drama within the house and when Feyre wasn’t there to be her victim- it would be Lucien and [YourName].

That’s why when Lucien had chosen Ianthe the night of Calanmai, it absolutely broke [YourName]. She didn’t know what exactly she had expected- but she hadn’t expected Ianthe. For nearly three weeks, [YourName] gave Lucien the silent treatment and a blank stare- perhaps it was because Lucien never went over that he was planning to take Ianthe, or was it something on a whim? [YourName] could not tell what was worse, planned or whim.

When [YourName] finally let Lucien back into her, she went on an hour tangent about how Lucien went along with Calanmai was absolute bull shit. Not because she wasn’t chosen, but because he didn’t run it by her first. “So I need to run my next partner over with you?” Lucien asked, crossing his arms and leaning back into the chair he was sitting on. [YourName] paused “Wha-What?! No! I am just saying you should have run it by me because it was Ianthe.” she scoffed, “If this is going to tumble into an argument, I rather not have this conversation. You wanted me to talk to you again and I’m simply explaining why I punished you.” [YourName] states before exiting the room.

Lucien sighed, going after the female. “So because it was Ianthe.. You’re jealous.” he explained. [YourName] huffed “I’m not jealous, I just… I don't like Ianthe that much with you, you could do better.” she says going into the library to find yet another book to read and eventually put back. Lucien chuckled “So, you are jealous.” he said trying to pinpoint [YourName], she simply rolled her eyes. Lucien pressed [YourName] against the shelf of books that was luckily connected to the wall so there was no worry of it falling over. “Lucien..” [YourName] tried to warn, but Lucien didn’t listen. “Just admit you were jealous..” He whispered as he moved a finger down the middle of [YourName]’s neck after moving some hair out the way.

[YourName] shuttered, missing her friend’s touch. [YourName] gasped when she felt Lucien lean down and pressed a kiss to the crook of her exposed neck. “I was not..” [YourName] whispered and that’s when Lucien bit down on the sensitive spot, causing [YourName] to softly moan and cling to the shelf. “I don’t see this going anywhere,” Lucien mumbled, licking where his teeth had made a slight dint in his partner’s skin. [YourName] spun around to Lucien, placing her hands on his chest and smirking.

“I think you want me to be jealous,” [YourName] points out, “And if I do?” he asked making the female giggle. She brought him in for a proper, more passionate kiss. “I just want to see if you fuck better when you’re jealous,” Lucien whispered against her lips, [YourName] let out a breathy chuckle and shook her head before rolling her eyes and her hips against his own. “So I’m down on my game?” [YourName] questioned, Lucien paused- placing his hands on her hips and picking her up. He spun them around and sat [YourName] down on a nearby table, [YourName] already working her magic with unbuttoning his shirt.

He groaned softly into the kiss they shared when [YourName] brought a leg up to gently tease his hardened length through his pants. Similarly to how [YourName] had worked to unbutton his shirt, Lucien had worked to undo the corset that pushed her breasts up and together, a view that Lucien had been excited to stare and given affection to after a long three weeks of whatever punishment [YourName] had thought he needed. [YourName] breath hitched when he felt Lucien bend down and press kisses to her exposed chest.

Eventually, the two stripped of what was most unnecessary, [YourName] had hopped off the table and gotten on her knees to give Lucien the best attention he had received ever. Never in a million years did he think [YourName] had it in her to even think of sucking him off, but here she was bobbing her head, and stroking whatever her mouth couldn’t touch at the time. [YourName] squirmed in her spot. She was becoming needier and needier, the sound of her bed partner groaning and moaning because of her made her feel some type of way.

She did her best to please herself using the heel of one of her feet, but when Lucien had taken note of this he yanked her up and bent her over the table. “I see someone’s needy..” Lucien whispered, the pant in [YourName]’s breath was noticeable and she whined, “Please..” she begged quietly, “Please, I need something, anything..” [YourName] went on. Lucien took that and ran with it, snaking a hand between [YourName] and the table and began to stimulate her clit.

[YourName] let out a sting of moans, trying to ground herself by clinging to the table, a hand eventually dropping to the wrist of Lucien’s hand. She cried out when she felt the knot in her stomach begin to tighten, “I-I’m going to cum-” she whimpered out “I know.” Lucien replied almost immediately with zero pause between. When [YourName] finally felt the knot in her stomach break, she felt the liquid go down her leg. Lucien brought the fingers he used to stimulate her clit to [YourName]’s mouth and without being told what she needed to do, she opened her mouth with a soft gasp and sucked on his fingers.

It wouldn’t be long when Lucien shoved his sex into [YourName]’s dripping cunt, the muffled moan she let out was just loud enough to please Lucien. [YourName] bit her lip in an attempt to shut herself up, but she knew with Lucien that wasn’t a possibility. The session between the two went on until [YourName] felt the knot in her stomach tighten, only to feel it snap once more when she felt Lucien release within her. The juices mixed to create a mess that dripped onto the floor.

[YourName] was red in the face, or at least felt like it, when she finally managed to get a breath in. She turned her face to Lucien and both had a matching smile, “Maybe, just maybe, was I jealous.” [YourName] finally announced, making Lucien laugh as the two cleaned each other up as best as they could before redressing themselves and going to the bathroom to make sure cheeks weren’t reddened and sweat didn’t run down their faces. When Feyre did return, [YourName] didn’t join Tamlin and Lucien in getting her back. And when she heard the story of how suddenly with some magical light and snap, Feyre had returned to Tamlin– she knew there was more to the story.

She and Alis would get to the bottom of it together, and that’s how Feyre realized that [YourName] was always on her side and often fought for her freedom. So she tended to open up to the girl, and in return [YourName] opened up in return. That’s when Feyre had told her that the mating bond snapped into place for Lucien for her sister, Elain. Weird, Lucien hadn’t mentioned anything of a bond snapping into place, and he hadn’t touched her much since Feyre’s return either.

But before [YourName] could dread it any longer, things started to spiral into place. After going to the wall and looking for holes, Feyre dropped hints to [YourName] of her leave and [YourName] was to join. If Lucien no longer wanted her then there was no reason for her being here, but then plans didn’t go exactly how they needed to and Lucien was now a part of the pack.

Once in the Night Court, it was revealed that [YourName] and Lucien had held a physical relationship for years before his bond snapped into place, which led to the exact conversation that led up to this flashback.

“I want to go home.” [YourName] announced to Feyre, “You are home, just because Lucien doesn’t want a physical relationship with you doesn’t erase the relationship you have with me.” the High Lady explained. [YourName] shook, trying to bite back the tightness in her throat as tears formed in her eyes “Don’t remind me. I loved him, and I was foolish to believe he loved me too.” she whispered, taking a seat near Feyre.

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poisonedonyx · 10 months ago

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Rhysand x f!Reader | “Warmth of Marriage”

while we wait for the requests to roll in, why not show off my writing skills a lil? (inspired by THIS! c.ai bot) (Before everything with Feyre happens :3) tw: forced marriage, pregnancy, (poorly written) smut (first time writing), unedited, wc: 3.5k

Rhysand mumbled a ‘Don’t mention it.’ to his wife as he zipped up the back of her dress, [YourName] swallowed thickly before nodding her head and admiring herself in the mirror. Her husband, Rhysand, sat on the bed and watched the four month pregnant female faerie dance in the mirror before turning to him and placing one of those fake smiles he seemed to be getting on the daily now. Then [YourName] read her husband’s face, well- too well.

The only time love was made between her and her husband was in order to convince an heir, the moment the two had found out that [YourName] fell pregnant, Rhysand had stopped touching her in all the ways she grew to love and look forward to. Rhysand was no cold hearted man and [YourName] understood that, from the way he treated the men he saw as brothers, to the way he laughed with his cousin- [YourName] knew there was good within him. Good that croaked and died when it came to you, unfortunately.

But not once did [YourName] believe that made Rhysand any lesser than a kind man. He struggled with one thing- and that was learning to love. Luckily, Rhysand had scored an understanding woman when he struck that deal with another court. He had carefully made an alliance with another court, which resulted in the marriage of [YourName] and Rhysand. A marriage Rhysand did not regret, but wished would have gone another way. He didn’t enjoy having to leave you, having to sneak away for duties- [YourName] was just a curious and naive woman.

Rhysand knew [YourName] meant no harm, from her delicate touches to her very kind words despite arguing all day before bed— Rhysand knew he had scored hard. And he felt as if he was undeserving of it all at once. He had taken [YourName] from a home that she knew was familiar and thrusted her into his homelands, and all she could do was accept it and play pretty. It broke Rhysand’s heart when he realized that was all she knew, all [YourName] knew was to play pretty housewife, and Rhysand wanted that to change.

Despite this want deep down, to change his wife and give her a new perspective on life, she had fallen ill and that illness turned out to be their first born growing within [YourName]’s womb. “This is great! Right, Rhys?” [YourName] said excitedly as they walked down the hallway together. “Mhm.” was all that Rhysand could muster out of his mouth, he had grounded her to motherhood all while he was trying to figure out how to paint this picture of freedom for [YourName].

That night, [YourName] ate dinner alone, read a book with no disturbances, and then had night time tea before she shuffled her way to bed. Changing out of her day attire and into something more comfortable, more flowy, her nightgown. With that finished, and now in more relaxing clothing, [YourName] crawled into bed. Slowly, she shut her eyes and fell asleep into a dreamland that welcomed her with open arms.

[YourName]’s dreams were mostly filled of happy memories of when she was young and playing in the garden with her nanny, of distant relative, but all that was distributed when she felt the bed beside her shift and dip. She felt fingers gently dance against her arm, as if attempting to gain her sleepy attention- and it worked, because she obeyed every little thing she was told to do.

[YourName] shifted, then sat up, blinking away the tiredness, “Rhys..?” she questioned softly. The woman poked her head up, confused as to why exactly Rhysand had awoken her. He typically just came home, got ready for bed, then fell asleep beside her and the cycle repeats. “I need you to be honest with me.” Rhysand whispered to his wife.

Worry immediately washed over [YoueName] causing her to sit up. “I’m always honest with you, Rhysand..” The slightly panicked woman whispered to him, gently taking in his forearm- seeking comfort in her husband, and for the first time he had returned it. “I-I just, I have this.. feeling something is wrong with the baby.” Rhysand said as gently as he could, a nagging gut feeling that was eating him alive since he stepped foot back home.

[YourName]’s breath hitched, “I don’t have time to personally bring you to a healer-“ Rhysand began and Anna choked on air. “What?” [YourName] cut him off, “You don't have what?” she asked as she repeated her question. “I don’t have the time.. to personally bring you to see someone-“ Rhysand repeated with a little confusion sprinkled into his words and [YourName] nearly lost it.

Tears pricked [YourName]’s eyes, but she blinked them back. “You think something is wrong with our baby, a-and you can’t find the time of day- or night!- to go with me to see if something is truly wrong with my baby, our baby, Rhysand?!” [YourName] asked, she was.. disappointed. “I know, I- Rhysand began but the woman hushed his words by throwing her index finger up and throwing the blankets off of her.

She felt the cold floor greet her feet and for a moment, [YourName] thought about crawling into bed again and just putting her back to Rhysand. But no, she was standing her ground. “I know you don’t like me, I wasn’t your first choice, but I am the mother of your child! Next time-“ [YourName]’s breath got caught in her throat as she swallowed down a lump of tears she would shed soon. “Next time just say you hate me and that you regret ever signing the treaty.” She said before spinning around and exiting the room to find another bedroom to sleep in for the night.

Rhysand sighed, pinching his brow as he sat at the edge of the bed. Those words stung, stung deeper than any ash arrow could. Rhysand felt.. ashamed and sorry. Now that he’s said the words out loud, multiple times now, he just heard how dumb they are. He needed to try, try harder for both his wife and future child.

The following morning, [YourName] choked back sobs as she was assisted in getting ready. She didn’t even want to face Rhysand, so she requested breakfast on the go. Before Rhysand could think winnowing to try and join her, if he even was awake, she got into the carriage and headed toward a second opinion of the baby. Rhysand was awake, he watched as a sad face entered the carriage, then he watched that same carriage become smaller and smaller as it galloped away.

He was going to make things right, he was going to make sure [YourName] understood that despite their relationship being built off a treaty that perhaps they could love each other.

It wasn’t until a little bit after lunch that [YourName] returned home. All of Rhysand’s attempts at talking to her before dinner were shut off by a hand movement or something similar. Finally, dinner did roll around and [YourName] was poking at the food on her plate, Rhysand watched carefully. “Baby is fine,” [YourName] finally spoke, and Rhysand smiled at the news.

“Thank goodness,” Rhysand breathed, perhaps last night could have been avoided, if only he didn't express his worry the way he did. If perhaps he had the time. Time. He needed to make more time. He needed more time with his wife, his future child- he could do that. He could make more time for them, it was like he had solved this huge mystery.

After dinner, Rhysand followed [YourName] like a puppy following it’s mother to the bedroom. [YourName] started to take off her layers, ignoring Rhysand as he stood there and admired. “I need to tell you something,” Rhysand began “I don’t want to hear it if it will hurt me.” [YourName] said plainly. So plainly it deepened the wound that had opened up last night after she had stormed out of their bedroom. “It won’t- it shouldn’t.” Rhysand offered that comfort ot her.

Rhysand then breathed, “I want to try harder, to make more time with you, especially during these next few months.” he said. Deciding then and there he’d make more room in his schedule for [YourName] and their child. Something he should have done in the beginning. [YourName] was too stunned for words, never thought a day in her married life that she’d hear her husband make more room for her.

[YourName] was mid strip when he had laid that news on to her. She slipped the sweater back on, opened her mouth to speak but then shut it- again, having no words. “Thank you..” [YourName] finally managed to say. Rhysand relaxed when she finally did speak, even if it was the softest of soft voices. [YourName] returned to changing into her night clothing, when she was finished Rhysand slowly walked over to her and brought her in for a hug.

A comforting thing, a warm hug that slowly turned into a warm embrace that swayed them side to side. Rhysand finally tugged away from his wife, even just a little, to bring her in for a sweet kiss. Something they hadn’t done since the night they had convinced their little one that grew in its mother’s womb. It was nice and calm, and Rhysand allowed [YourName] to direct in whatever direction she pleased with it.

“I.. I love you, [YourName].” Rhysand said once they pulled away, a soft gasp slipped past [YourName]’s lips and Rhysand couldn’t help the soft chuckle that came from her reaction. But, [YourName] smiled and nodded “I love you too.” she replied before crawling into bed and plopped herself down before smiling in the direction of her husband.

Rhysand couldn’t help the purr that escaped his mouth as he crawled over his wife, bringing her in for a more passionate kiss this time. He allowed his hands to roam her clothed body, all she wore was a nightgown and her undergarments, and he still was clothed. How unfair. As the kiss heated up more [YourName] started to unbutton her husband’s shirt, tossing it aside somewhere in the room. “I’ve missed you- this..” [YourName] whispered between messy kisses.

[YourName]’s gasped as she felt her husband place kisses in the crook of her neck, biting her lip to choke back a pitiful moan because of how sensitive she was thanks to her pregnancy. Rhysand just smirked, biting down slightly and making her finally let that small moan out. Rhysand then let his hands dive under her nightgown were he traced his fingers up past her stomach and to her sensitive breasts.

“Careful i’m sens-” [YourName] tried to say before Rhysand had squeezed and rolled one of her nipples between his fingers, his wife let out a moan of pleasure. She hadn’t expected that so much that she felt her cheeks get hot and the pleasurable moan that escaped her lips was nothing like Rhysand had heard before, it motivated him more to keep going. Rhysand placed sloppy and messy kisses down [YourName]’s shoulders, leaving hickeys in his wake while playing with his wife’s nipples.

Finally, [YourName] slightly brings a leg up, brushing against his hard cock that was still clothed. He wanted to please his wife as much as he could first before he pleased himself, but the way she was teasing him with her leg made him weak to his knees. Eventually, he dropped a hand and traced a lazy circle on her stomach before he dipped his hand into her underwear. “Look at that..” Rhysand teased “Someone’s excited.” he chuckled, bringing her in for a kiss as he collected some of [YourName]’s slick and began to trace light, tight, small circles around her clit.

[YourName] let out high pitch whimpers and moans, clinging and clawing to her husband’s shoulders. All Rhysand could do was smirk into the kiss. He finally inserted a finger into [YourName] and she gasped, Rhysand pulled away from the kiss, allowing [YourName] to let her moans, whimpers, and whines free. “Louder, or we don’t go further.” Rhysand whispered into her ear before pepper soft, light kisses on to her earlobe.

[YourName] listened, moaning out as he placed another finger into her needy cunt, “Rhysand, please,” [YourName] begged in a whimper. “Please.. What?” Rhysand asked as he quickened his pace, making his wife squirm in her spot. “Fuck! Rhysand, please, please give me your all.” [YourName] begged, Rhysand panted out, nodding his head and right before [YourName] could cum on his fingers- he stopped and went to strip of his own pants and undergarments.

[YourName] was left high and dry, on purpose. She knew he felt the way her pussy clamped down around his fingers, how she was so close to release- but he had stopped anyway. She wiggled in despair before Rhysand had pinned her to stop. Slowly and teasingly, Rhysand stripped [YourName] of her underwear, and [YourName] moved her head to the side in discomfort. Discomfort because her high was denied. “Just be patient,” Rhysand advised.

He slid his cock between [YourName]’s folds, covering it in her slick and heat. “So good, so ready for me..” Rhysand murmured before leaning down and kissing her lips. [YourName] kissed back, but then she’d learn it was a cover up to feel the vibrations of her moan when he shoved his penis into her. She whined, trying to adjust- and out of worry, he let her do so. She nods her head and gently clings to her husband’s shoulders as he begins moving.

Rhysand grunted, feeling out tight and wet [YourName] had turned him on even more. “All mine,” Rhysand mumbled as he ducked his head into the crook of his wife’s neck. [YourName] nodded as all she could do was whine and moan, bucking her hips against her husband to make her see white stars cloud her vision.

“So..” [YourName] whined “So close,” she managed to speak. Rhysand nods his head, squeezing her hips, going a bit rougher to get her to that edge. [YourName] was practically screaming her husband’s name as she was fighting with the knot in her stomach that finally snapped in half, causing her to soak Rhysand’s cock and some of the sheets below them. Rhysand wasn’t far behind, painting the inside of [YourName]’s walls white with his own cum.

Both Rhysand and [YourName] were panting and a sweaty mess, “I love you,” [YourName] said gently, holding her husband’s face as he nodded and smiled “I love you too..” he made sure to reply. After a few moments, aftercare kicked in and there was a bath, along with some water, and then the two had fallen asleep for the night.

A few weeks passed and [YourName] was ending her second trimester. Though their friend group was small, it was enough for Rhysand and [YourName] to throw a small baby shower/get-together to announce the gender of their child. Nothing too wild and crazy, just something to say everyone saw each other and get to celebrate the life that was blossoming within.

Rhysand happily welcomed everyone into his home, [YourName] having to take a seat since she was on her feet all morning making food for the get-together. Cassian shuffled in, giving his brother’s wife a genuine smile “You’re glowing!” the male cheered, making her roll her eyes “Definitely sweat.” the woman said in return, making the two laugh.

Mor had pushed Cassian aside with her hip and held [YourName]’s face before kissing both cheeks. “Ah! I simply cannot wait until you pop!” The blonde said and that made [YourName] quite nervous. She could definitely wait, the nursery was hardly done and she was already six- almost seven!- months pregnant.

Azriel simply smiled and offered his hand to the pregnant woman, which [YourName] happily took and shook. She always understood he wasn’t one for talking much, always listening rather than talking- it was natural for him. And [YourName] respected that, because there's no respect in trying to change someone when they’ve grown and become comfortable with the way they are now.

Eventually, everyone started to dig into the food. [YourName] stood with Rhysand proud with everyone’s content. She would join them, feeding Rhysand some of the meat she cooked, and he’d do the same in return earning a giggle from [YourName]. It was a cute picture, finally being able to see the two act like a couple after months of hearing the two have gained closeness and trust between each other.

Then it was gift time. Originally, [YourName] asked no one to bring anything- but she should have known that Mor would have convinced everyone to get something anyway. There were more gifts than expected, mostly from Cassian to [YourName]’s surprise. There were essentials like diapers and wipes for the little one, but then there were also toys. The gifts had brought tears to a very emotional [YourName] and she hugged everyone and whispered a soft ‘thank you’ to her friends.

Finally, it was time to announce the gender of their baby. Rhysand had his hand on [YourName]’s waist, giving it a gentle squeeze to let her know he was here. “Honestly, we were going to wait until the birth, but then I thought about this small get together and shrugged that idea off.” [YourName] explained, placing her hands on her stomach. “But! Anyways, the gender of our baby is,” She paused for dramatic effect, “Boy. Rhys and I are having a boy.” she announced with a smile.

There was a happy vibe throughout the small group of friends. They cheered briefly before congratulating Rhysand and [YourName] for sharing such a vulnerable moment with them. Even after the little get together was done, everyone hung out. [YourName] had her head on Rhysand’s shoulder as they sat together and listened to Cassian tell a story. Mor had interjected a few times, and Azriel was listening and laughing along.

Eventually, time passed and it was time for [YourName] to begin creeping up on her suspected due date. She knew her body well, well enough she should have known her water had broken within her bath. But [YourName] couldn’t tell, because Rhysand was spoiling her with massages to make the ache go away. Too scared to break or harm his wife or son, he didn’t make love to her that might, just crawled into bed and held her close.

When Rhysand felt sleep overcome him, he had joined his wife in slumber until he was awoken for a surprise meeting. Unfortunately there was no getting out of it, so he gently let go of his wife and got ready for the meeting. There would be no interruptions during that meeting.

It was wee hours in the morning when [YourName] woke up to a hard, strong contraction. She yelled for help when she realized this was labor, Cassian had rushed in- being on duty to protect the room. When it clicked that [YourName] was in labor, so he went and retrieved a healer.

After getting a healer, returning, everything started to fall into place. Surprisingly it took very few hours for the contractions to start merging together and become closer and closer- yet no sign of Rhysand. It broke [YourName]’s heart not to have her husband by her side. [YourName] was damn near tears, wishing and hoping for her husband to return.

But there was nothing, the crying for her husband slowly turned into crying for the pain to be relieved. Cassian had returned from yet another attempt to get Rhysand out of his meeting when he realized his brother’s wife was practically giving birth. With some hesitation, Cassian held on to [YourName]’s hand and told her everything would be fine.

Not even five minutes later, a baby cry cut through the air. Right then, the bedroom door busted open and there was Rhysand, panting, but there. [YourName] tiredly smiled when the baby was placed on her chest, relaxing and watching the little life calm down. Afterbirth came and went and the cord was cut by Rhysand.

After cleaning up, getting [YourName] a shower, and then making sure the baby boy was healthy as could be- he was handed back to [YourName]. “He’s perfect,” [YourName] whispered to her husband. “He truly is,” Rhysand whispered in return. He watched as his wife breast fed their son for the first time, and how his son made soft suckling noises in order to consume his first meal.

It was perfect.

They were perfect.

Everything felt perfect.

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