#MOR BEING A SWEETHEART

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

YOU KNOW, THE NOTIFICATION FOR THIS POPPED UP AND IT JUST MADE MY DAY. I AM DOWNRIGHT SICK BUT WATCHING MOR COMFORT Y/N IS THE MOST AMAZING THING I'VE EVER READ

Not So Routine - Chapter 2

Summary: You try to process the discovery of your mates. The only place you can think of doing that is Rita's.

Pairing: Nessian x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, drinking, pleasure hall, dancing and sex. 18+ Minors do not interact.

Word count: 1977

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You stood staring at the door where your mates had slipped through mere moments ago. A foggy haze had overtaken you as you tried to process what had just happened. You weren’t sure you had blinked while you stood there until your best friend slipped back through the door. 

Suddenly you weren’t sure what to say to her. How do you explain to her that you just found not only one mate but two. Not only that but that they were already mated. Then on top of that they were esteemed members of the Night Court. In the time it took for her to come to the counter beside you, you decided not to tell her. 

“Would you be okay to run the shop the rest of the day?” She gave you a bewildered look at the question. But you must have been wearing an absolutely dreadful look because she was responding to you quickly.

“Are you feeling alright? Did something happen while I was at lunch?” her eyes scanned the store quickly and she didn’t see a thing out of place. The almost horror on your face was still worrisome however. She scanned your body quickly and didn’t see anything visibly wrong. 

“I’m just not feeling very well, I think I need to go home and take a tonic.” You wanted to get out of the store as quickly as possible. Needed to leave the place where their scent lingered. The combined smells left you in a frantic panic to seek them out.

“Yea go ahead. Do you want me to stop by your apartment later and check on you?” You had never shaken your head so fast in your life. Your neck ached a little at the aggressive movement. You wanted to tell her about what occurred. Neither of you kept secrets from the other. But you knew you couldn’t handle the reality of the situation at the moment.

“No, I'll be fine. Thank you though. I will see you tomorrow.” You grabbed your things and were winnowing home instantly. The floor was rough on your knees as you collapsed against the ground. Hands threaded through your hair wildly as you tried to clear your thoughts. Your heart beat suddenly decided to become erratic as the thoughts of them swirled through you. Every moment they were in your presence replaying on a loop. 

You needed a drink you concluded after sitting on the floor so long your stomach growled. So you stood up and went through the motions of getting ready for a night at Rita’s. The pleasure hall always seemed to ease you. You’d always tell people it was the drinks and the music or even the large array of food when they asked why you enjoyed it. But it was actually a certain blonde that frequented the establishment that had you going back every time. 

You put on a dress that was just tight enough to show off your curves but loose enough to not feel suffocating. It reached the top of your feet before stopping, two slits went down both sides starting just above your knees. The material was light which was appreciated as it made moving easier. A pair of short heels that matched your dress perfectly were slipped onto your feet. You did a simple look with lipstain and kohl, wrapping your hair in a put together messy bun. You gave yourself a once over appreciating the simple jewelry you chose before leaving your apartment in a hurry.

There was nothing saying that the blonde you were seeking would be there. In fact you hadn’t seen them around in a few weeks. But you were hopeful as you came up to the building after the short walk there. You breathed in deeply as you entered, the smell of wine and sweat took over your senses. It had the smell of your mates that seemed to be plaguing you even after leaving the boutique clearing your head. You had a few drinks in you by the time you saw the reason you came in the first place. 

“Mor!” The name left your mouth excitedly as she came closer to your spot at the bar. Your body immediately started to heat in anticipation of where the night may lead. She licked her lips as she came to the same conclusion. 

“Take an early day?” She was surprised to see you here at this time. She was even more surprised to see you alone. You normally came later in the day and with one or more of your friends. But neither was the case today it seemed. Which wasn’t something she was complaining about. It made leaving together immensely easier. 

“Had something happen. But I don’t want to talk about it.” You gave her a shrug as you waved down the bartender. You ordered yourself and the delicious looking blonde beside you a glass of wine which was much appreciated by the female. 

You’d known each other for decades. She had stumbled into your boutique and invited you to this very establishment after a simple conversation. After you’d had a couple drinks and a few dances you woke up the next day tangled in sheets and limbs. The relationship has proven beneficial for the both of you since then.

“Why don’t you tell me about you? I haven’t seen you around in a while.” A smirk adorned her lips as you mentioned noticing her absence. You bit your lip at the look she gave you. Her eyes raking up and down your body. But you couldn’t help but think about the fact that it wasn’t the way Nesta had raked her eyes over your body earlier in the day. 

“I was away in Vallahan, I think I’m close to winning them over.” The bartender placed your glasses of wine down in front of you and you were both quick to take a sip. She continued to tell you some vague details of her trip as you both drank. You would pipe up occasionally with questions or comments. 

Once your glasses were empty you were being pulled away to the dance floor by the striking blonde. You danced against each other, getting lost in the familiar beat of the music. No one paid the two of you any mind. You looked like any of the other pairs of female friends dancing together on the crowded dance floor. 

A male came up and offered you both drinks which you graciously accepted. The liquid burned in the best way as it slipped down your throat. You took in her scent that normally drove you into a frenzy but it missed the mark this time as you realized it wasn’t the smell of leather and sandalwood that was so distinctly Cassian.

“I found my mates.” You leaned in and whispered to the dress-clad female that was grinding her ass into your front. She paused and turned around to look at you. Shock was a clear emotion as she took you in. Her head nodded towards an empty table in the back and you were quick to follow her to it. You told her what had happened once you sat down. Worry set in as she sat and stared at you. 

“What are you going to do?” Your shoulders sagged at the question. You didn’t want to think about that right now. You just wanted a distraction from the problem you had been dropped in thanks to the Mother. 

“I don’t want to think about that tonight. I just want a distraction.” You looked at her with a familiar cloud of lust in your eyes and she was nodding at you quickly. This was familiar territory for the two of you.

“Let’s get out of here then.” You reached across the table at her words and she grasped your hand with her own. You didn’t bother about paying your tab knowing they had your information as you winnowed away. 

Your lips were locked together the second your feet hit the floor in your apartment. The feeling of your dress leaving your body had you trembling in anticipation. You and Morrigan had come to an understanding some time ago. The two of you enjoyed each other when you could. You kept the friends with benefits situation under wraps. 

As you both frantically became a mix of limbs and lips within the confines of your bed you were hit with feelings of lust. Which would have been fine but the feelings weren’t your own. You tried to push them away. But the feelings only got stronger. You pulled away from where you were locked into a heady kiss and took a large shaky breath. 

“Fuck.” Mor pulled back as well, her lust filled eyes slowly blinking open. She took in your breathless state and figured it was just because of the current activities. One of her hands carded through her blonde locks as her chest heaved slowly. 

“We’ve barely gotten started.” Her words seemed to shake you from your thoughts. You turned your attention back to her but as you roamed your hands over her body all you could imagine was the body of your female mate, how her beautiful skin would feel as you trailed your fingers along her. As her lips met yours again you were desperate for them to feel like those of the handsome Illayrian you had met hours before.  

“Mor.” You said the word in a defeated manner. You couldn’t stop the thoughts of your mates swimming through your mind. Especially as their lust filled the one sided bonds inside your soul. You started to wonder what they were getting themselves into. Which of them liked to leave trails of kisses upon the other's skin. Whose knees would hit the floor in anticipation of giving pleasure. Couldn’t stop the thought of how they would moan and praise you as you all laid wrapped up together in a mess of bliss. 

“Are you feeling alright?” You were so sick of people asking you that question today. But still you reluctantly shook your head. She could scent the mating bond in the air and gave you an understanding look. You knew she would be the last one to judge you. 

You had held her many times as she wept. The feeling of not being able to be open about her sexuality was something that plagued her relentlessly. You were always quick to soothe her on those nights. You held her as the weight of the court fell on her shoulders when her cousin was locked under the mountain. You did your best to ease that stress from her as well. 

“Do you want me to stay?” The question caught you off guard but you nodded your head anyway. She was quick to snap night clothes on the both of you before she laid back and opened her arms for you. You moved across the bed until you were laying your head upon her chest. She ran her hands through your hair while whispering reassurances to you. 

Through your weeping you told her of your worries and concerns. About the way you were terrified they would find out. That you were terrified that you would be banned from the city you had called home for so long. But she reassured you that she’d never let that happen. As you shook against her chest she swore to you that she’d help you any way she could.

You laid there for hours after that and talked about anything and everything either of you could think of to distract you from the looming problem. She told you of her friends in other courts. You told her of a new material you got in recently that you thought she’d look delectable in. Eventually you both slipped into the throws of sleep together. 

A/N: As always thank you all for reading! Likes, comments, reblogs and follows are much appreciated.

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[bookshelftreasures]

Jealous Shadows

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst

Summary: Azriel's shadows have always been loyal, always obeyed him without question. Until now. Until they start misbehaving whenever another man so much as looks at you.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,066

Notes: This is my first fic, I hope you like it! :)

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The first time it happens, you don't think much of it.

You're at Rita's with the Inner Circle, nursing a drink at the bar while Cassian and Mor dance somewhere among the crowded space. The music thrums through the air, and the conversation hums around you when a male slides into an empty seat beside you.

"Didn't think someone like you would be sitting alone," he says, flashing a grin.

You don't even get the chance to respond before a flicker of something moves between you.

The male frowns, swiping at his hair, which has suddenly transformed from being neatly styled to sticking up in wild angles, as if an invisible force had run its hands through it... aggressively.

You blink in surprise.

He mutters a curse, trying to fix it, but the moment he smooths it down, the strands spring right back up. His frustration grows, hands swiping over his head repeatedly.

"I- what the hell?" he grumbles. "Is this air cursed or something?"

You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting a laugh.

And then you feel it.

A cool, familiar brush against your wrist.

Slowly, you glance down—just in time to see a shadow curling around your fingers before slipping away.

Your stomach flips.

You don't even need to turn around to know exactly where Azriel is.

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The second time it happens, it's harder to ignore.

You and Azriel are training in the House of Wing, and the session has drawn some attention—mainly from a visiting group of Illyrians who very clearly wanted to spar with you.

One in particular, a cocky warrior named Dain, is relentless. He lingers, circling the ring as Azriel corrects your stance, his gloved hands light against your arms.

"You sure you don't want a real sparring partner, sweetheart?" Dain calls, grinning. "I promise I'll go easy on you."

Azriel stills.

His fingers tighten ever so slightly before he steps back, shadows slithering at his feet. "She's training," he says evenly, but there's an obvious warning beneath the words.

Dain chuckles. "Training is nice and all, but I'd be happy to teach her a few things myself."

Something cold coils around your ankles.

Before you can react, the shadows yank. Not hard. Just enough to make you stumble backwards, right into Azriel's chest.

Your breath catches.

His hands steady you, fingers gripping your waist for a fraction of a second before he forces himself to let you.

You glance up at him, about to ask whether or not that was intentional, but his jaw is tight, hazel eyes locked on Dain.

Azriel's shadows have started to shift.

Not the lazy, fluid movements they usually have—but sharp, possessive flickers that wrap around you. One curls over your shoulder, while another drapes across your wrist, looping around like a claim.

You shiver, pulse skittering.

Dain seems to notice, too. His smirk falters, his eyes flicking between you and the swirling darkness. "Uh-"

The shadows snap toward him.

Not touching—just close. Close enough to make him step back.

You swear you hear them hiss.

Dain swallows hard. "Right. I, uh, should probably-"

Azriel doesn't blink. Doesn't move.

Dain takes the hint. He all but scrambles away, muttering under his breath.

And just like that, the shadows slip away, leaving you cold.

You whip around, crossing your arms. "What was that about?"

Azriel frowns, too casual. "What was what?"

"Oh, I don't know," you say dryly. "Maybe terrorizing a man into running for his life?"

His brow furrows, like he truly doesn't know what you're talking about. "I didn't do anything."

You narrow your eyes. Then one last shadow curls around your wrist before darting away like a child caught misbehaving.

Azriel glares at it.

Your lips part. "You have got to be kidding me."

His expression darkens as more shadows flick around you, playful now.

Azriel sighs. Pinches the bridge of his nose. "They don't usually-"

"Get jealous?" You finish for him, holding back a smile.

Silence.

His throat bobs.

And then—quietly, almost too quiet—you hear his shadows whisper something.

A name.

Your name.

And you realize—maybe it's not just his shadows who are jealous.

Your breath hitches. Azriel's wings rustle. And he looks like he's about to bolt.

Which is just unacceptable.

You cross your arms, tilting your head back to study him. "You know, I think your shadows like me more than they like you."

Azriel exhales sharply. "That's ridiculous."

"Is it?" You smirk, glancing down as a shadow curl lazily around your wrist. You give it a little wiggle, and the shadow clings tighter.

Azriel scowls at it. "Traitor."

A laugh bubbles out of you. You can't help it.

The great and terrifying Shadowsinger, bested by his own shadows.

"Oh, this is too good," you say, beaming up at him. "All this time, and they've secretly been on my side."

Azriel mutters something that sounds suspiciously like a curse. His wings twitch again. His shadows flick in annoyance—except the ones still clinging to you, moving to curl around your waist like they never want to let go.

You bite back a grin. "I mean, it makes sense." You gesture vaguely at them. "They probably just think I'd be a much better master."

Azriel gives you a deadpan stare. "That's not how this works."

"I don't know," you hum, pretending to consider it. "They seem pretty happy right now."

As if to prove your point, one shadow playfully loops around your fingers.

Azriel glowers. "You're encouraging them."

You give him an innocent smile. "Would I do that?"

He sighs, but you catch it—the way the corner of his mouth twitches. The way his gaze softens, just a little.

And then, so softly you almost miss it, he murmurs, "They have good taste, at least."

Your breath catches.

Your teasing falters for half a second before you recover. "So, you admit they like me more?"

Azriel exhales, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

You grin. "And you love it."

He doesn't answer. But the way his shadows linger—curling, warm, content—tells you everything you need to know.

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Cassian walks in moments later, takes one look at Azriel's shadows practically cuddling you, and immediately points.

"I knew it!" He boasts.

Azriel pinches the bridge of his nose. His shadows flick toward Cassian, clearly unimpressed.

And you?

You just laugh.

Because really—Azriel might deny it all he wants, but his shadows?

They don't lie.

[acid-ixx]

(03/05/25) — again &. again masterlist

by the bird and the bee

ft. platonic soft! yandere batfam! x gn! neglected reader

✮ MAIN MASTERLIST ✮

— TRIGGER WARNINGS !

- lowercase writing, emotional neglect, allusions to sexual assault, prostitution & physical abuse, kidnapping, alcohol abuse, drugging, themes of depression, dissociation, vague traumatic events, mentions of murder, amnesia, other warnings would be added soon.

— SYNOPSIS !

who would have thought that living with your rich, billionaire father and endless supply of sisters and brothers would actually end up being the worst thirteen and a half year of your life?

when your mother was taken away from you at the ripe age of five, you were forced to live at the solemn wayne manor with nobody to accompany you but the butler, alfred pennyworth.

there, you learn that giving up was better than trying to gain the attention of your ever-growing family. so you left, and never once tried to look back at the decades of neglect they left you with.

but when alfred, your kind caretaker, had started leaving clues of your sudden disappearance; that's when they all take notice and then on starts the ultimate race of chasing freedom, and escaping what once was your gilded cage.

little did you know your mother's dark past manifests itself at the worst of times.

— CHAPTERS ! ; 48k+ words

00. — oh, please leave me be.

01. — because you only notice me once i'm out the door.

02. — and you don't even remember my face?

03. — i need a drink, away from everyone.

04. — mors tua, vita mea / your death, my life.

05 : 01. — a halo in the pit of darkness.

05 : 02. — to be his child is all i want.

— DRABBLES ! ; #series: again &. again

dick grayson calling you his baby bird

why now? (yan! damian wayne)

brutus (villain au concept)

brutus: out for blood

what if you were never neglected?

just a taste (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

laughter is the best medicine (yan! dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne)

to you, my greatest passion (non-neglected au-verse)

brutus: both arms cradle you now

bruce finding your graduation picture

how to be a heartbreaker! (yandere harem)

mea culpa (mini chapter)

conflicting comfort scene with jason todd

dialogue spoilers related to above drabble

more about jason todd and hurt/comfort

dick and his baby blue eyes

time travel au concept

sharing the same features with damian

brutus: the only fucked up thing in this world is you

cause you're takin' it like a champ, sweetheart! (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

brutus: just a burning memory (yan! conner kent)

young, just us?! (yan! young justice au)

that's my type! (yan! john constantine)

dick's miley cyrus eyes

you shoving their neglect in their face and it backfiring

model reader concept

why can't we return to what we once were?

— ASKS ! ; #series: again &. again

dick's spiral into yandere-ism

leaving gotham, resenting alfred, changing last names

your mysterious identity &. conner being your love interest

dick seeing you as a child & damian's need to be your favorite

damian and his cool, matching bracelets

does dick close the door on you? nah, he doesn't even know you were behind the door

wally west as your love interest

you care now?

conner as your angry, protective bf

jason trying his damn best to be a brother to you

calling bruce by his last name only

calling alfred your dad ft. jealous bruce

how are damian and jason obsessed towards you

their nicknames for you

how bruce and damian would try to bond with you

will you still go to college after being kidnapped?

will the series have a happy ending?

why does damian hurt you? and why do you justify his actions?

the family stalks you even in-game

how tim is in the series

what are the characters' ages in the series?

what if you were hypersexual?

how feral is dick in the series?

— INCORRECT QUOTES ! ; #a&a: incorrect quotes

yan! villains kidnapping you

hostage situation

how to become a target to the wayne family

dick and you miscommunication trope in a nutshell

— FANART ! ; #a&a: fanart

happy birthday by @luffyadolover

diary by @luffyadolover

another reason they're broke &. finished art by @oh-nowo-i-got-uwu

a take on the reader's appearance by @luffyadolover

reader trying to study ft. the batfam's endless calls &. finished art by @ghostdoodlen

reader finding bruce and damian watching a movie by @luffyadolover

again &. again mv by @luffyadolover

reader and their playlist by @luffyadolover

a comic panel by @lucioleestolie

conner and reader flying through the skies by @ghostdoodlen

when all of a sudden, i hear this agitating noise by @punpunsonny

villain au reader by @lazyemmy

a&a oc: emile by @questionthegrapevine

graduation pic, conner comfort, and mirrors by @ghostdoodlen

neglected &. non-neglected reader by @lazyemmy

jason calling you his angel by @ghostdoodlen

alfred gives you a christmas gift by @luffyadolover

my own art teehee by me

male reader interpretation by @yukiyee-akian

dick being clingy by @lazyemmy

brutus reader interpretation by @plkjnb

reader cosplaying as mabel pines by @mothintheskies

— TAGLIST ! ; taglist is under construction!

@.lilyalone, @.secretomelettetroops, @.earlqurl, @.simpingfor-wakasa, @.amber-content, @.ruiroku, @.okaybutfullhomo, @.trasshy-artist, @.obsessedwithromance, @.jjsmeowthie, @.fairy-lenaa, @.ilovvmyhusband, @.6uuyuuhgy, @.plsfckmedxddy, @.lavender-moony, @.sweetheart-era, @.chemicalsandghosts, @.darling006, @.starringyau, @.samanthahanes, @.rosecentury, @.jaythes1mp, @.pi1nkl0ver, @.i-thirsty-boy, @.sharks-are-cool-l, @.silverklaus, @.samanthathanes, @.traumaramacenter, @.maddimoon, @.anxrq, @.thedarknesslord, @.h0rr0r-10ver-69, @.lazy-idate, @.cupids-pretty-boy, @.alishii, @.mel-star636, @.sitepathos, @.freakyotaku059-blog, @.dirtydiavolo, @.sunbleachedantlers, @.24hrsoflanii, @.ceramic-raven, @.une-lueur-dans-la-nuit, @.tdickensstuff4, @.thickerthanthieves, @.arlandvery, @.distressed-lezbo, @.bunbunboysworld, @.bellethesleepypotato, @.naina326, @.nebuluma, @.alliwantisadonut, @.alishii, @.kusakiguzen, @.sirenetheblogger, @.emmbny, @.ryukyuin, @.solkara, @.starsdotalk

[ackl3z]

DEAN W.

pairing: dean winchester x reader

content: smut, porn without plot, teasing, fingering, head (f recieving), soft dom dean, no use of y/n, car sex, use of "good girl", hair pulling... like js a lil, established relationship, fem!reader, one shot, not proof read

word count: 1.1k

authors note: hi hi! this is literally the first smut ive ever wrote, so like please be nice i tried ok. constructive criticism is appreciated!!! enjoy 🩶

you were laying down in the back of the impala while dean and sam read over some old news articles about the next demon their dad had assigned them to hunt. it was late, you were exhausted from todays hunt, it took all night after all and you just wanted to get back to the motel and get to sleep. "you alright sweetheart?" dean asks, looking into the backseat where your eyes were fluttering shut, his brown leather jacket draped over your shoulders. your eyes snapped open when you heard dean's voice, nodding and mumbling an almost incoherent, "yeah, jus' tired..." dean smiles, chuckling softly at your sleepy murmurs. "sam, go and get us a coffee would ya'?" dean says, not really as a question, more as a statement, he knew that you would all be up for hours longer, and he could see that you needed energy to fight off yet another creature. sam sighs, always being the one sent to collect stuff for them, but still complies, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him, walking to the nearest store.

dean turns around again, his eyes giving your body a once over, then locking his eyes on your lips, which you immediately notice, giggling softly. "you're real tired, huh baby?" he teases, in which you just nod in response to. dean climbs over the center console, rolling on top of you in the backseat to pepper your face with kisses before pulling you into a passionate, yet gentle kiss. his calloused hands travel down your body, down your waist, and finally settling with one hand on your inner thigh and the other holding himself up above you, his chain dangling in your face. you reciprocate the passion of the kiss, hands snaking up to his neck to pull him in deeper as he kisses you hungrily, his tongue sliding against your lips, silently asking for permission to be let in. you part your soft lips, his tongue dancing with yours inside your mouth as he moans softly into your mouth.

dean's hand makes his way further up your thigh as he starts trailing hot, open-mouth kisses down your jawline. you run your fingers thru his hair, the other hand sliding up his shirt and running over his abs and chest. he makes his way further down your body, sucking and gently biting your neck to leave big, purple bruises all over it, god he loved marking you up like that. you tug at his shirt as he kisses your neck so perfectly, which makes your back arch and lets a soft moan escape your lips. dean helps you to remove his shirt, and then immediately going to take off your tank top, beginning his kisses on your cleavage. you subconsciously start grinding against his clothed cock, which was already rock solid from just your moans alone. he pulls away from your neck to stare deeply into your eyes, his spare hand wraps around your back to unclip your pink lacy bra. "god, you're so beautiful..." he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your perfect tits, sucking on your nipple and using his hand to massage the other before giving equal attention to it aswell.

his kisses and bites travel further down your stomach, one hand working on your tits and the other unzipping your jeans and throwing them to the floor of the impala. you let out a desperate moan as he gets closer and closer to where you need him most, your pussy practically aching for him to touch you. he looks up at you, smirking as he hears your moans, "you need me, huh?" he teases, prompting you to let out a needy whimper along with a breathless, "fuck, yeah, please dean..." dean complies immediately, taking off your matching panties painfully slowly, just to prompt more desperate little whines, he loved seeing, hearing how badly you wanted him.

he starts softly kissing your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your clit with every kiss. "god dean pleasee..." you beg him, soaking for his fingers, his tongue, anything. he laughs breathily into your thighs before finally starting to place soft kisses onto your clit, making you throw your head back and moan softly, both of your hands in dean's hair, pushing his head further into your pussy. he finally licks a stripe down your clit and towards your soaking wet entrance. sliding his tongue inside you. "fuck, fuck keep going." and he did, he sucks on your clit hungrily, his tongue swirling perfectly around your pussy, making you hold his hair tightly for support.

dean eats you out like a starving man, his tongue working perfectly from sucking on your clit to sliding his tongue in and out of your opening, licking up and down your pussy to gather all your slick. he spits on your clit before diving back in, eating you out better than anyone ever has before. you grind your hips against his face and he grips them with his hands, encouraging the movements as he sucks you harder and harder until you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach. "dean, i'm gonna-" you moan until he cuts you off. "good girl, you're gonna cum all over my face." he coos, using one of his hands to slide two thick fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. you let out an incoherent string of moans, something along the lines of, "fuck, dean im gonna cum." you feel your orgasm approaching more and more every second as he continues pumping his fingers inside of you, leaving a ring of cum around the base of his fingers. "im gonna cum!" you scream one last time before you let it out all over his face and on his tongue. dean slows down, riding out your orgasm with gentle licks and slow fingering.

you breathe heavily as he pulls out, licking his fingers clean. dean crawls back up to your face, kissing your forehead softly and cradling your face in his hands. "you okay baby? you did so well for me, i love you so much." he whispers as he hands you the led zeppelin shirt that he had on before, putting it over your head just incase sam came back any moment now. and he did, your response was cut off by sam coming back with the coffee, not even wanting to look into the back seat. dean quickly gains his composure back, getting out of the backseat and back into the drivers seat. "what were you doing dean..?" he asks, almost as if he immediately regrets asking. dean scoffs, shutting the door behind him. "none of your buisness, sammy."

@sl4tforchris @fanofgunsnroses

[court-of-starss]

Figure you out

Pairing: Rockstar Azriel x reader

Summary: Azriel performs his new song not knowing that his inspiration is standing in the front row.

Warnings: Angst (sorry not sorry), the word porn like once, Azriel being delulu, slight Elain slander.

a/n: wow I have been gone for so long, i'm so sorry!! I just had to share this so it would stop haunting me <3

p.s highly suggest listening to Figure you out by VIOLA !!

masterlist

The rain was beating down on your windshield as you pulled into the cramped parking spot, you held your phone to your ear and slipped out of the car, ducking your head to avoid water getting into your eyes as you run for the awning on the side of the bar.

“Hey babe.” Your friends joyous voice is almost drowned out by the loud music in the background, some indie band playing.

“I’m here but you have my ticket.” You huff, glancing around the corner and grimacing at the long line of girls waiting to be let in. “And there’s a massive line to get in Fey.”

“Relax, the bouncer’s a friend. Gave him your ticket, you don’t have to que up!” You roll your eyes at a group of girls who pass you, whispering about the lead singer.

“I think it’s very convenient that you wouldn’t tell me what band we’re seeing.”  You already know who will be up that stage, who all these girls were lining up in the rain to see.

“They miss you Y/n, I miss you.” She mumbles, you can hear the pout on her face that makes you swallow tightly in guilt. You didn’t mean to isolate yourself from your friends, they always supported you. But he was in their group, and even after 2 years you still can’t see his face or hear his voice, without breaking more of your ruined heart.

“I’ve been busy with work, and Dec.” You cringe at the name of your current boyfriend. The phone is snatched out of Feyre’s hand with an outraged ‘hey!’

“You mean mister 1 minute wonder who loves rubbing your left flap?” Mor’s laughter rings through the phone, a sound you didn’t realise how much you missed. You scowl at the laughs that follow the question.

“Remind me to never drink with you again.”

“Well, do I need to come out there and get you myself? I won’t be happy babe, I spent an hour on my hair.” She retorts, you can already hear her walking away from the group. Your eyes widen and you quickly turn the corner, walking up to the entrance.

“No no! Just meet me at the door yeah?” You rush out, not wanting the lecture that will follow her hair being ruined. She hums and hangs up right as you reach the bouncer, a familiar face.

“Never thought I’d see your pretty face around here again sweetheart.” Despite the anxiety rushing through you and the never-ending rain, you smile widely.

“I’ve got to give you some entertainment don’t I Luci?” You grin, leaning forward to hug the red head. He chuckles and kisses your cheek, leaning back to unhook the red rope blocking the entrance.

“Give em’ hell Sweetheart.” He winks, you roll your eyes and walk in, shaking the rain off before someone is barreling into you. You smile into her blond hair and wrap your arms around her waist, hugging her just as tightly as she is holding you.

“I’m putting a tracker in your phone next time you disappear on me like that again.” She mumbles into your shoulder. You grin and pull back to look at her, taking in her warm brown eyes. Mor has always been the shining star in your life, her friendship carrying a gentle but strong comfort through your soul.

“Maybe I’ll let you.” You tease, hooking your arm through hers as she turns to lead you to the others. You wince at the jabs she throws at a few girls trying to get through the crowd, the closer to the stage you get, the more clothing seems to disappear from the crowd around you.

“You’d think this was a porn convention.” Mor snickers. You try to hide your laugh in your shoulder when a few of the girls turn to shoot her a dirty look. She doesn’t acknowledge them, just continues to drag you to the front barrier of the stage where Feyre is waving like a madwoman. You can’t stop the wide grin as it grows on your face, rushing forward to wrap yourself in Feyre’s arms.

Your words to each other are lost in the crowd’s applause as the bar’s announcer jumps up onto the stage, taking place before the mic with a few squeals from the crowd. You settle under Feyre’s arm as you both turn to face the stage.

“Well ladies it’s nice to see you all! I won’t beat around the bush as I know you’re all waiting for tonight’s main event!” More screams from the crowd of girls at your back, pushing and shoving each other to try and get closer to the stage. “The next set is by far my favorite, and after travelling all over they’re finally back to remember their roots.” You feel your stomach clench in anxiety, the room around you buzzing in excitement. You hadn’t seen him in 2 years, hadn’t seen his arrogant smirk or messy black curls that always fell into his eyes, hadn’t felt his soft but rough fingers tracing up and down your soft skin in the twilight hours.

“Please welcome to the stage, The bat boys!” The crowd squealed as they came onto stage, drowning out your anxious gasps. Rhysand was always first on stage, smirking and blowing kisses into the crowd like the preening Madonna he was. Cassian was next, his hair dripping down to his shoulders as he twirled his drumsticks around his fingers with a boyish grin before settling behind the drums with a few winks.

You felt your mouth dry as Azriel stepped onto stage.

The girls around you screamed even louder, but you couldn’t hear them over the buzzing in your head. His Hazel eyes scanned the crowd with what you knew to be nerves, his shy but confident smirk as familiar as your own reflection in the mirror.

You always forgot just how beautiful he was, the perfect lines of his face that you used to trace in the morning sun surrounded by soft silk sheets. The soft and messy black curls that draped over his eyes, the crinkles by his beautiful eyes that highlighted his wide grin.

How could you forget, for even a second, how much you loved him?

“Hello Darlings.” Rhys purred into the mic, shooting a wink towards Feyre who was blowing him a kiss from beside you. The crowd screamed again, you missed your friends. You missed sitting in Rhys apartment with pizza boxes scattered around you as the group watched Cass serenading Nesta with half his clothes off. You missed the movies night, the nights spent together tossing lyric ideas around for their next song.

You missed the life you had 2 years ago, before he broke your heart.

Your eyes flicked to Azriel again as he started strumming the tune to the first song on their set. The relaxed grin on his face as the crowd started humming along the tune, the one he hummed to you for months as you laid next to him. You watched his eyes focus on his hands, though you were sure he could perform in his sleep. Your heart was cracking as you watched him play, the song a familiar comfort in the back of your mind.

How many times had you been the one screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs? How many times had you been in this exact position but with a wide grin on your face? Now your lips were pressed together to stop the painful sob forming at the back of your throat. Now your eyes that used to gleam with joy, love and happiness, were misted with years of pain.

You felt Mor’s hand slip into yours from your left, a silent comfort to your mess of emotions. She didn’t offer you a soft smile or careful words, didn’t even turn to look at you, just continued singing along with the crowd. You swallowed the tears, the heartbreak and the longing, and pulled her closer into your side as the song came to an end.

The crowd was deafening as Rhys smirked at them, his white teeth gleaming in the red spotlight above him.

“What a warm up!” He chuckled into the mic, running his hand through his hair as he turned to say something to Azriel behind him. Azriel slung his guitar behind him, shaking his hands out as he stepped up to Rhys side.

“Now for something different. You’ll be the first audience to hear this song, something special for someone special.” Rhys grinned before stepping back to Azriel’s spot, picking up his own guitar. You felt your heart fly up to your throat as he stepped up to the mic, his voice floating over the crowd.

I heard he got you a penthouse On the westside when will he learn That you're afraid of heights? I heard he got you a new Benz With the white wheels, when will he learn That you like to tandem bike?

And I hate that

Azriel’s voice rang through the bar, the lyrics shooting straight to your heart. His smile flashing behind your eyes, his laughter ringing through your mind.

I could love you with my eyes closed Kiss you with a blindfold Figure you out I might hold you with my hands tied Show you I'm the right guy To figure you out na-na-na, na, na

You felt your eyes water, stronger this time. Memories flashing through your mind, soft words pressed into your skin in the early hours of the morning. Kisses interrupted by smiles so wide that you thought your skin would split.

I heard he got you some new friends With some big dreams, when will he learn That you already got your own? Oh, I heard he got you the front row At the rap show, when will he learn That you like The Rolling Stones?

How could you ever get over this type of love? How could you walk away from him again after he broke your heart a second time?

And I've been thinking Of all the little things That you've been missing When will you learn?

Mor squeezed your hand tighter as she watched the tears roll down your cheeks, guilt pulling her brows down into a frown.

I could love you with my eyes closed Kiss you with a blindfold Figure you out (figure you out) (yeah) I might hold you with my hands tied Show you I'm the right guy To figure you out na-na-na, na, na

The crowd around you was swaying with the melody, oblivious to the way your heart was being broken by the very angel before them on the stage. To the lyrics of a broken heart that used to belong to you, that used to beat in your body. To a heart that was singing a melody of stolen love.

How dare he?

I could treat you so much better I've known you forever, figured you out Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

I could love you with my eyes closed Kiss you with a blindfold Figure you out (figure you out) (yeah) I might hold you with my hands tied Show you I'm the right guy To figure you out na-na-na, na, na

The girls around you screamed again as the song came to a close, cheering for the guitarist that had finally shown his secretive emotions. You tugged your hands out of your friends embrace as you turned away from the stage with a sob.

“I can’t do this.” You pushed and shoved through the crowd, ignoring the calls of your name from your friends. You couldn’t stop. You couldn’t face this again. You couldn’t watch him stand up there and sing like he hadn’t ripped your heart out.

The rain was still pouring when you finally made it out of the bar, making you tuck your arms around yourself to hold yourself together. How were you supposed to shove this away? How does one forget the love of their life?

You stilled as you heard his deep voice call your name. The rain was plastering your hair to your head, running down your face masking the tears that wouldn’t stop.

“Y/n please wait!” He called, his boots thudding through the water on the ground. You whipped around to face him as his hand caught your elbow, anger and heartbreak swirling through your eyes.

“How dare you.” You snarled at him, not caring about the sad look in his eyes. What reason did he have to be upset? He was panting, the rain plastering his stubborn curls to his forehead as he leant forward to wrap a heavy jacket around your shoulders.

“You’ll get a cold.” He mumbled, adjusting the jacket so the hood was covering your already soaked hair. You blinked at him stunned, the anger swirling through you demanding you to shrug the jacket off your shoulders. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t remove the scent of his cologne from invading your senses, a smell that had faded from your pillow years ago.

“What do you want Azriel?” You watched him wring his hands in front of him nervously, picking at the skin around his nails before he opened his mouth.

“I missed you baby and I-”

“You missed me?” You barked out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “You cheated on me. You don’t get to miss me and then trick me into attending your stupid gig.” He shook his head and stepped closer, ducking his head to meet your eyes. You took a step back with a frown on your face.

“I regretted it the second it happened.” He mumbled, cringing when he thought back to that night two years ago. The night he had stupidly kissed Elain Archeron. He didn’t miss the way you flinched back and looked down to the ground, as if recollecting yourself.

“You only regret that you were caught.” You said to the ground, not looking up at him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the heartbreak in your eyes, of seeing how fresh it still was.

“No-”

“Don’t lie to me!” You yelled, whipping your head up to him with a glare Azriel felt twist the organ beating in his chest violently.

“You told me I was the love of your life, your soulmate.” You didn’t bother try to hide the agony bleeding into your eyes. “And then you went and spewed the same bullshit into her ear.” You turned away from him again to try and compose yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut to try and erase the image you had seen that night. Of Azriel pressing Elain up against the wall with the same passion he shared with you just hours before, of him kissing her soft lips as if they were his oasis.

Of him kissing her the same way he kissed you.

“You are!” He sobbed, stepping closer. “You are the love of my life! You’re both my favourite dream and my worst nightmare, haunting me every second of every day.” He panted, trying desperately to get you to turn and face him again. He had been deprived of your beautiful eyes for two years and he wanted, no needed, to see their beautiful colour again.

“Is that the same thing you tell Elain?” You mumbled out. He flinched back at how small you sounded. You had always been the centre of the room, laughing and glowing by his side.

What had he done? How could he fix this?

“I’m not with Elain.” He said, clearing the knot from the back of his throat as you turned back around to face him. Your eyes were red from crying, but Azriel couldn’t look away. You were still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, a true goddess amongst mortals.

“I don’t care anymore Azriel. I just want you to leave me alone.” He tried to reach for your face but you took several steps back, shaking your head as more tears trailed down your cheeks. His hands shook as he reached for you, his own tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Wait Y/n, please.”

“No more. Please just let me go.”

He wasn’t sure if it was the way your voice wobbled or if it was the roaring agony in your eyes that made his brother step in. Probably both.

“Enough Az. C’mon bunny, I’ll walk you to your car.” Rhys wrapped a warm arm around your shoulders, a familiar brotherly comfort. You shot one last look at Azriel over your shoulder as Rhys started leading you to your car, your heart squeezing in your chest at the pain in his beautiful eyes.

“Goodbye Azriel.” You said softly, offering him a wobbly smile before turning into his brother as you walked away.

He watched you walk away with a heavy heart, knowing that he had lost the love of his life forever.  

[pellucid-constellations]

R&R

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Cassian was tired and you were taking forever to get your ass back home.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: nothing! fluff <3

a/n: A little drabble as I ignore my homework.

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Cassian was tired. 

He felt it in his bones and the cracks of his skin.

Dirt was ingrained in every crevice of his leathers, dusting out as he shucked the articles to the ground and stepped into the steaming bath. Training didn’t usually take this much out of him, but there were a host of recruits that he needed to train, all so eager to be part of the troops after the victorious War with Hybern. 

All eager but so, so inept.  

And then you weren’t home when he got here, which pissed him off. 

All he could think about during the hours of training drills and conditioning and corrections was coming home to you, pressing his face into your neck, and falling asleep to the warmth of your skin. He had sent a spark down the bond when he started his journey home, which—to him—was a request for you to come home as well. 

You did not. 

Cassian dried himself off and threw on the closest pair of cotton pants he could find, falling into bed with a huff. 

Ridiculous. 

He was in bed and he was alone. 

He covered his eyes with the bulk of his arm. 

He’d sleep then. Fine. 

Only he couldn’t sleep. The bed smelled like you and he tugged at the bond again. This time, you actually did offer him a reply, and Cassian wanted to drown in the warmth you sent through his chest. 

Where the hell were you?

He flipped onto his stomach and shoved his face into a pillow. He should be able to sleep without you there. He was Illyrian; he had slept in far worse conditions. On rocks, in a tree, standing up against war-torn buildings—Cassian could sleep anywhere at any time. But then he met you and he fell in love with you and you weren’t getting your ass home fast enough.

Cauldron help him if you ever decided to go on vacation. 

Mor had tried something like that when you were freshly mated, posing a girl's trip to you and Feyre. That idea hadn’t gone far.

It had been more about sex and lust and being so enamored by you that he couldn’t breathe back then. Right now he just wanted to get some damn sleep. 

The bedroom door clicked open and unrelenting joy washed away the irritation he was harboring for you. Because how could he be irritated when you came into the room all soft and smiley and bright? Upon further contemplation, Cassian decided that no, he wasn’t ever irritated at you, actually. 

“Hi, Cass,” you called, the sound muting the headache that had begun to form behind the general’s eyes. “How were the recruits? Are they ready to charge into battle?”

You flitted about the room, taking off your coat and setting your bags down and not paying attention to him at all. Cassian fought the urge to tackle you onto the bed just to get you to stop moving. He couldn’t even get a good look at you like this, and he hadn’t seen you all day. He left before you woke up. 

“Yeah maybe in a few years,” Cassian grumbled, following you with his eyes as you started cleaning up the damn room. “C’mere, sweetheart.” 

“I will in just a moment. This place is a mess. You got dirt everywhere, did you know that?” 

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up later, just come here.” 

You tsked and ignored him. Cassian cursed at the ceiling.

“I was out with Mor earlier and we stopped by Nyx's school to surprise him,” you giggled, grabbing a stupid broom. “He was adorable, of course. He painted you and Az for one of his projects in art. You’ll have to see it when he brings it home. I swear, Cass, he is just hmph—” 

The broom clattered to the floor, forgotten along with the dirt that lined the wood. Your cheeks were encased by Cassian’s hands as he kissed you, and he ran one back to entangle it with your hair. Gods, you smelled good, like strawberries or apples or whatever fruity perfume you were trying while you were out shopping. Cassian deepened the kiss and relished in the surprised sound you made. 

“You didn’t even kiss me when you came in,” he practically pouted, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Or look at me.” 

You gripped at his biceps to keep yourself upright, his body pressed so closely to yours. “I didn’t mean to,” you whispered. 

“I know.” He nudged your nose with his. “Lay down with me.” 

“But the floor—” 

“Lay down with me,” he repeated.

A brief pause, a small nod; right now, it took very little to make Cassian so inexplicably happy. 

He gathered you in his arms the moment your body hit the sheets, burying his face in your neck like he was supposed to do about thirty minutes ago. And then you ran your fingers across his scalp and Cassian decided he was dead. There was no other explanation for this type of bliss. 

“Did you have a bad day?” you asked softly. 

“Day was fine. Long, but fine,” he grumbled, pulling you tighter, pressing his lips to your skin. 

You hummed. “Then why couldn’t I clean the room?” 

“Because I’m tired and you were over there.” 

“Not seeing the correlation, my love.” 

Tire was weighing heavy on Cassian’s mind. His body relaxed even more into the bed as his hands ran down the length of your body. 

“I need to hold you to fall asleep,” he replied as if it were obvious. Because it was. 

“Oh.” 

He grunted out a confirmation.

“Well, I’m not exactly ready for bed yet and I told Rhys—” 

“I love you,” Cassian interrupted. “Please stop talking.” 

And then Cassian was no longer pissed or annoyed or tired because nothing was out of place. Sleep found him quickly.

[layaispunk]

closer than ever

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: In the midst of a quiet, cold night in the woods, old feelings resurface between you and Joel.

warnings: bit of angst, mentions of loss, depictions of grief, established relationship (sort of), Ellie being a smart-ass, pet-names (sweetheart, darlin)

wc: 1.7k

note: I was making food for my dogs and I dropped everything to write this bdw.

The smell hit you first. Salty, metallic, and slightly rancid. Your stomach churned as you stared at the open can of dog food in your hands. It was the only thing Joel had managed to scavenge. "Best I could do, sweetheart," and you knew he meant well. He always did.

You tried not to gag, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth, shaking your head. "I can't do it, Joel," you muttered, pushing the can away. "I'll just throw it up, and that's even worse. I'd be dehydrated."

Joel's brow furrowed, his gaze flicking between you and the can. "You gotta eat somethin'. You're lookin' too pale."

Ellie, seated nearby and chewing on what little jerky was left, leaned over and made a face at the can. "Don't make her eat that, dude. That's disgusting," she said, her voice half-amused, half-horrified.

"It's all I could find. We're in the middle of fuckin' nowhere," Joel muttered defensively, shooting her a look.

"Yeah, well, it's dog food," Ellie retorted, stretching out the words like they were meant to gross him out. "She's not a dog, Joel."

Joel let out a long sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Ain't like i'm feedin' it to her by force."

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped despite the situation. The woods were eerily still, the only sound coming from the crackle of the fire Joel had started for warmth. The air had a sharp chill to it - not enough to freeze you, but enough to remind you that the seasons were shifting. The three of you were on the move, searching for Tommy, hoping he'd have answers.

"Thank you, Joel, but I'm not eating that." you said, shaking your head. "Help yourself, though! Looks like its all yours," you added with a teasing smirk.

The teasing faded as the fire crackled low. The stars were unusually bright, their glow filling the sky. There were only two sleeping bags between the three of you. Joel must've noticed the worry crossing your face. "You can take mine. I'll be fine."

You blinked at him, incredulous. "Are you out of your mind? You're no good to us if you're frozen solid."

Joel chuckled softly, the sound low and warm in the cold night air. “I ain’t gonna freeze, darlin’,” he muttered, clearly amused by your concern.

You hesitated for a moment, then whispered, careful not to disturb Ellie, who was already deep in her sleeping bag. “We can just share. It’s big enough for the two of us.”

He stayed silent.

Joel and you had been together before everything fell apart. It was the best thing that’s ever happened to both of you. After he lost Sarah, things changed. The grief consumed him, and the man who once held you close became distant, shutting himself off from the world, including you. It had been a long time since he'd shown any affection, and it stung - but you'd never push it. A piece of him died with Sarah, and you knew how deeply he adored her.

You still remember it all too well. Two decades ago. The way he held Sarah’s lifeless body in his arms after she was shot, refusing to let go until you were lucky enough to find a cabin, a rare moment of luck amidst the chaos that day - the day hell broke loose on Earth.

He held her so tightly, like he was trying to stop time. With a slow, reluctant tenderness, he laid her on the unmade bed that once belonged to someone else, covered her as though she were still asleep, and left without saying a word to you or Tommy. And in that moment, a piece of him stayed behind, lingering in the stillness of that room.

Lately, though, things felt different. The more time you spent away from the QZ, trying to take Ellie to the fireflies ... he became softer around you, even more so around Ellie.

You could see how she was healing a part of him, the cracks in his heart starting to close, even if none of them were aware of it. But you were.

You've spent most of your life around Joel Miller. You knew him from the inside out. You never talked about how he's not affectionate with you anymore, not in the way he used to be before the outbreak.

You know he needs time and space, and you're ready to give him that, even if it meant slowly going crazy over it. You knew he hadn't fallen out of love with you; he made sure you knew that - whether it was giving you most of the food, making sure you had the warmest layer of clothes even if it meant him going without, or offering you what was left of his coffee grounds; and you know how much he loved coffee.

Even when words weren't there, his actions spoke louder, and you could feel the love in every small gesture, even if it was unspoken.

Your thoughts returned to Joel, as they often did, and how much he’d changed. How the man you’d once known - the one who had loved you so fiercely, despite the world falling apart - was slowly starting to resurface, little by little.

The crackling fire snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts. You glanced over at Joel, now starting to arrange the sleeping bag, his eyes distant yet soft, and his movements slow and deliberate as he gestured for you to get in. He gave you a nod, his eyes dark in the dim light.

You shook your head. “No, you go first,” you said with a small smirk. “You take up a lot more space than I do.”

He didn't argue. He nodded, listening to you without protest, and started climbing in, settling quickly. You followed, slipping in front of him, feeling the warmth of his body just behind you. You couldn't help but smile to yourself; it felt like nothing had changed, the familiar comfort of being close to him bringing back memories of the past. You shifted slightly, reminding yourself of how, more often than not, you used to be the little spoon.

"You alright?" his words bringing you back to the present. "Yeah," you replied softly. With that, he draped an arm over your hips, his hand gently resting against yours; the warmth of his touch grounding you.

It took you by surprise. His calloused hands were gentle, warm, reassuring you that he was still here, still the man who once held you close without hesitation.

You turned around to face him, your heart skipping a beat as you took in the soft glow of his face, illuminated by the faint light of the moon and the dying embers of the fire.

His features were more beautiful than ever; and without thinking, you leaned closer, your warm hands cupping his face gently. As your fingers brushed his skin, he closed his eyes, a quiet sigh escaping him.

Teary-eyed, your voice barely a whisper, the words coming out before you could stop them; "I missed you."

Joel’s gaze softened as he looked at you, his eyes lingering on your lips, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air between you. His heart raced, matching the rhythm of yours, as the distance between you both seemed to shrink. Slowly, ever so gently, his forehead touched yours, the warmth of his skin grounding you both. Closer than ever- physically, emotionally - like a puzzle piece fitting into place.

Your finger traced the outline of his lips, soft and tentative, as if asking for permission. It was all so delicate.

Then, with a breath that seemed to suspend time, you kissed him. Softly at first, gently, testing the waters, wondering how he would respond.

And then, he kissed you back. Not the tentative kiss you expected, but one full of depth, of yearning. It was slow, deliberate, as if he were pouring everything he had into that one moment—every ounce of love, every regret, every unspoken word. It was a kiss that spoke louder than any conversation ever could. This was enough. For you, it was enough.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes fluttered closed, both of you breathing in the silence, your hearts still racing but in sync.

Without a single word, without a need for more, you settled into each other’s arms, the unspoken understanding between you clear. And with that, you fell asleep, a quiet peace settling over you both.

[lxdymoon0357]

Hi ! Can i ask a yandere Benjamin lemberk with a circe reader (of the EPIC song)

Pretty please ?

Explaind:reader saw Benjamin Come in his island,and she planed to turn him to a pig

(Warnings: fem!Reader. This isn't completely in the way with the manhwa. Your magic is mana which can be stolen and drained and is incredibly painful. Forceful marriage, kidnapping, slaughtering of your 'apprentices' aka nymphs. I'm not familiar with Circe from Epic, so forgive me, reader is not immortal like Circe. Assed up..)

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Yandere!Benjamin Lemberk X Circe!Reader HCs

◥ Benjamin had initially come to your island, Aeaea, to meet the divine sorceress and the queen of the island, you, for some type of magic maybe some type of potion to get Claudia to fall in love with him. Of-course, he wasn't surprised when he did come, he found multiple gorgeous little apprentices and you, the prettiest of them..almost like a leader. You were also lovingly called 'Circe' by the nymphs.

◥ He was immediately enamored, smitten and infatuated..any word for love there is. Obsessed and ready to forget Claudia, but his crew made sure he had his head on straight when they explained they needed your dear hlp as you flashed your sweetest smiles to them.

◥ You didn't initially know about his plan, but you and your apprentices still seemingly lured Benjamin and his crew in your palace with promises to care for them and assuring them a place to stay, hospitality, food etc wher you were choosing to turn them into guinea pigs. And it was all fine, until he revealed why he was actually here.

◥ At the news of him wanting you to use your magic to force some girl to love Benjamin, you immediately changed your mind and tried to turn him and his men into pigs right that the moment and not at dinner and you did manage to turn all his men. But unknowingly Benjamin had eaten some flower moly.

◥ When you weren't able to turn him into a pig, something you considered was his 'true form'. You summoned a chimera, with Benjamin using mor crew he had actually kept hidden to fight them all, using mana and draining them. And he eventually ended up winning that too.

◥ As a last, humiliating resort, you tried to seduce him. Only that feeds into his sudden and quick obsession with you, which makes him far more determined to take you back with him into the empire.

◥ He isn't fearful after he defeats you. Using his crew to slaughter your apprentices, all your apprentices as he kidnaps you until you somehow agree to adhere to his rules. But of-course, as an example he does kill off any and all nymph that exists on your island, Aeaea, without mercy.

◥ And before you knew it, instead of Claudia as his wife, you were standing at the altar, tied up with magic ropes and forced into being his wife. Sadly, he used as much as he could with other sorcerers, who had problems with you to steal some of your mana and power, cursing you with a weakened body as you stood there, tied up and forced to say 'I do'.

◥ He'd often use your name or nickname which was more famous, 'Circe', as a way to intimidate people and flaunt you easily at how you easily 'bowed and obeyed' him. You were just the docile wife he needed you to be, his foods often using weakening drugs and medicine to keep you pliant to his whims and demands.

◥ He would easily have any sorcerers you made your rivals drain your mana and magic, painfully, in a way as punishment if you weren't behaving in the way he wants you to. He is willing to do it all.

◥ He resolves to remove any connection you keep with magic or gods, keeping your love all for him. It's where you belong, right beside him and right by him, as his darling little sorceress and lovely, lovely sweetheart.

[siriuslystyle1989]

Im yours, but you're not mine

Azriel x Archeron!reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

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Sitting down at the table, Y/n watched all the happy couples in her family partner off.

Rhysand was running his fingers through Feyre's hair while little Nyx babbled happily in her lap, Nesta and Cassian held each others hands under the table, Amren was quite literally on top of Varian and Mor and Emerie were sat gossiping and drinking wine.

Y/n turned her gaze to her twin sister, Elain. Who had, not only one, but two males trying to get her attention. Her mate, Lucien whom she had recently been trying to get along with more was sat to her left smiling as she spoke.

On her right however, sat the shadow singer, Azriel. Someone Y/n had been practically infatuated with since she arrived in Velaris, yet, he payed her little mind, opting to speak to her sister instead.

Azriel sat listening intently to Elain, adding little comments here and there and paying no mind to anyone else whatsoever.

It struck Y/n suddenly, like a stab to her heart, she was alone.

The only one out of her sisters to not have a mate.

Alone.

The word hung in her mind like itch she couldn't reach, and she felt tears well up in her eyes.

Attempting to push them back down Y/n sucked in a breath and Nesta turned to her looking concerned. She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow as if to say 'are you alright?'

Y/n meekly swallowed and stood up "I- I'm just going- i'm just going to go to the bathroom"

she quickly walked into the bathroom where she began to sob.

"Y/n? Y/n are you alright?" Elain's voice traveled past the door.

"Yes Elain im okay-"

"Please let me in, I know you aren't"

Y/n reluctantly opened the door revealing her sobbing form.

"Oh Y/n... what happened!" Elain cooed pulling her twin into a hug

"N-nothing I just- I- I was looking at all of you, happily coupled and- I just- I started to feel lonely..."

Elain's face morphs into an empathetic frown as she strokes my hair.

"it's so silly- but- I cant help being jealous of you. W-why d-does nobody want me?" Y/n said quietly, her voice cracking.

Elain abruptly groaned loudly "Honestly why is it always me sorting out relationship issues!"

Y/n's brows furrow, hurt by her sudden discontentment "w-what"

"no! no I didn't mean it like that I meant- wait here"

Elain gets up quickly and leaves.

Y/n sits on the floor of the bathroom wiping her eyes as Elain comes back.

"Here." Elain then shoved Azriel in front of Y/n

"Im so done with your guys' bullshit please just speak and leave me alone." she walked away muttering to herself.

"Azriel?" Y/n questions, confused.

He shuffled from side to side, nervous and completely out of character.

"Y/n... I need to tell you something, can we go- outside?"

Y/n nodded getting up off the floor and following him outside.

"Azriel... what's happening- I-"

"Y/n you're my mate." Azriel blurted out.

"w-what? but- but I thought you and- you and-" Y/n stumbled over her words completely overwhelmed.

"Me and Elain? absolutely not, she and Lucien are serious now- she was just helping me with- well- letting me talk at her about you really..."

Y/n let out a shaky breath "Are- are you pranking me?"

Azriel's brows furrowed "No! gods no y/n not at all!"

he moved to encircle her into a hug "I'm yours if you'll have me sweetheart."

"Ive- ive liked you ever since I first saw you Azriel- I just- I thought you wanted Elain."

"Oh love" he sighed kissing her hair. "I want you- all I want is you- day in day out, I talk Elain's ear off."

Y/n smiled tearily up at him.

"There's that pretty smile hmm?" he cooed looking down at the girl.

"can I- can I kiss you?" Y/n murmured.

"You don't even have to ask" Azriel whispered.

Suddenly, their lips attached in rhythmic perfection, holding each other close.

a chorus of whoops and cheers are heard from inside and the pair start laughing into the kiss.

"mate." Azriel murmured into Y/n's soft lips.

"mate." She replied.

Maybe she wasn't so alone after all.

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[bat-boys]

besotted

pairing: Azriel x fem reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: none, just tooth rotting fluff

summary: Rhys and Feyre have asked you to babysit Nyx for the day, meaning you get to spend the whole time enjoying one of your favourite weaknesses: your mate cuddling cute babies.

a/n: thank you so much for the love, it's been so lovely 🫶🏻. this fic is completely self-indulgent - I don't even want children but the thought of handsome men with babies? lord have mercy. My inbox is always open for a chat or fic suggestions /requests. Enjoy loves.

Velaris was truly stunning in every season, every weather, at any time of day, but for you, your favourite time in the city was during the height of summer. When the weather was perfect, the warmth not too stifling, and the evenings cool, the sun glistened on the smooth water of the Sidra, and the air was filled with the soft chattering and laughter of its citizens that lasted well into the evening.

A soft grin played on your lips as you strolled through the streets of the city you had grown up in, the warm breeze gently blowing the gauzy material of your trousers and licking at the stretch of skin exposed at the waist due to the cropped top you wore - the beautiful outfit a gift from your close friend Amren who shared your sense of style. Your confident and sure steps took you past familiar shops, filled to the brim with their exquisite wares as you approached the handful of shops you needed to visit. 

As you neared the first shop you needed to visit, you turned your head slightly when you felt one of those familiar shadows that followed you everywhere. It slipped up your arm and affectionally curled around the skin between where your shoulder met your neck. The darkness cooled your warm skin, causing a soft smile to fall on your lips when you thought of the man to whom they belonged. Since being mated to Azriel, a handful of his shadows were always with you, and you had grown very fond of your own little shadows. According to the spymaster, they had left him on their own accord, feeling as protective of you as their master did. They acted almost as a messenger service between you and your mate. 

"Are you okay, babe? One of your shadows just tapped me on the shoulder." As you entered the small shop, you spoke gently through that sparkling, glimmering thread you shared with your favourite person in the whole wide world. 

"When are you heading back?" His deep, midnight-laced voice slipped into your mind, and you had to hold back the involuntary shudder as you touched one of the children's toys hanging on a rack before you. 

"Why are you missing me already, Az?" Judging by the chuckle you heard that echoed in your head, he could practically hear the teasing smirk in your words. 

"Always, sweetheart." There was a pause, and your eyebrows furrowed. You realized that something was actually amiss, and he wanted you home. "Nyx is fussing, and I don't know what to do."

This time, you chuckled out loud as you grabbed the toy from the rack and took it to the counter at the back of the shop to pay for it. You smiled gently at the shopkeeper, who warmly greeted you.

"He's probably hungry, babe; give him one of those bottles Feyre left. They're in the fridge." Rhys and Feyre had to attend a last-minute meeting today with the Court of Nightmares and Eris from the Autumn Court. They politely asked if you and Azriel could babysit Nyx on short notice. Initially, Azriel had put up a bit of a fuss, arguing that he needed to be there at the meeting, but Rhys had reasoned that Cassian would be there, as would Mor and Amren. Plus, he would show Az everything through his daemati ability. Feyre had sweetened the blow by telling Az you and him were Nyx's favourite aunt and uncle and that they trusted him the most to look after their precious son. 

You had beamed at Azriel's shocked face, winking at Rhys as you had shared in your amusement. Azriel was absolutely besotted with the tiny babe and would protect him with his life if needed. You had no doubt Azriel would immediately sacrifice his life for Nyx, no questions asked. Privately, you had agreed entirely with the idea of you and Azriel protecting Nyx from a security perspective - both of you ready to use your extensive abilities to protect the tiny fae - but also because it meant you could watch Azriel cuddle the baby. In the last couple of months, it had become one of your favourite weaknesses when it came to the shadowsinger. 

"Oh yeah, ok." Relief washed down the bond as he moved towards the kitchen and grabbed the bottle from the fridge, remembering how to warm it and test its temperature. 

"You've babysat Nyx before, Az; you're a natural at this—trust your instincts, babe." You assured him as you passed the money over to the shopkeeper, gave her a warm smile, thanked her, and took the small bag she set on her counter. Wishing her a goodbye, you left the shop and stepped back into the warm streets of Velaris, heading towards the next shop. 

"I've never babysat him before on my own!" You could practically hear the panic in his voice, and you shook your head absentmindedly at his lack of confidence in something he was exceptionally good at. 

"You're his favourite uncle for a reason, Az! I won't be long, promise." 

"Hurry back, sweetheart. I miss you too." A warm caress reached you through the bond, accompanied by the feeling of his shadows sliding up your thigh, the phantom feeling of his hands on your skin causing you to jolt ever so slightly. Wicked little things.

You had been hesitant to leave the Town House, which you and Az now called yours, this afternoon, but with Nyx arriving at such short notice, you needed more time to get some supplies in. You desperately needed some baby stuff and food for both yourself and your mate. You were just exchanging money with the butcher when you felt another frantic pulse through your bond. 

"Babe, he's crying again! He's had the whole bottle." You sent your mate a pulse of affection through his bond, trying to calm him down as you slid the package of food you had just brought into one of your bags. 

"Sweetheart, you need to burp him now." You gently reminded him. 

"Oh shit yeah." You laughed at your mate, drawing some strange looks from passersby, which caused a slight blush to rise on your cheeks. 

"No cursing around the baby!" This time, you felt Azriel's amusement through the bond, a warm beat of laughter that you would spend forever trying to coax from him - his laughter, deep, rich and full, was one of your favourite sounds.

"He can't hear me." He reasoned, his voice now calm now that you had given him a plan of action. He thrived in coordination and planning, able to adapt in times of chaos, but he preferred a detailed and methodical approach to everything. Even in the bedroom. 

As you stepped out of the final shop, your purchases swinging from your hands, your face turned up to catch the afternoon rays as they gently warmed your face, you felt another shadow creep up your arm to practically tap on your shoulder. 

"Fuck, now he's crying so loud I think he might bring the roof down!" Azriel was panicking again, and you could imagine him running his slender fingers through his hair - tuffs of midnight black standing up in a messy array as he started to pace.

"Az, calm down - he needs to sleep." In the Town House, Azriel felt a wave of calm wash over him as he listened to your levelled voice. No hint of irritation or annoyance in your voice. Even after all these years, he still had to fight his instincts that told him you would get tired of him and his pestering, overprotectiveness or panic, but you had been steadfast the entire time. Making sure he felt supported and loved through everything, and he could never be so grateful for the connection you had built together, the love you shared and the life you had crafted with each other. 

"I've tried putting him down, but he screams louder." He sounded tired, and you had to stop yourself from teasing, knowing that wasn't what he needed right now. 

"Pick him up. He probably wants you to cuddle him while he falls asleep." If you were being honest, you couldn't blame Nyx. Nothing, and you mean absolutely nothing, compares to Azriel's cuddles. You always felt so safe, so protected, and so comforted in his arms.

"Ok, yeah, I can do that. Gods, why are you so good at this love." You chuckled at the exasperation in his voice. Azriel must have been so agitated because, through the bond, he sent you images of him gently picking up a crying Nyx, his sweet face red and crumpled as he cried, and holding him to his chest. You tried so hard not to focus on those broad, beautiful, strong, scarred hands as they firmly held Nyx, thoughts of how he had held you last night entering into your mind unbidden and causing you to stumble on the uneven cobblestones of the path you were walking, "Careful love." You felt Az chuckle. 

"Ass." You felt his amusement through the bond and his relief as Nyx began to calm down and snuggled into Azriel. "You're a natural at this, Az, though. I'm nearly home."

"See you soon, love." At the sound of his husky voice, filled with love, you felt your pace pick up as you made your way towards the beautiful home you shared, eager to get home to your waiting mate. 

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The Town House was quiet and bathed in darkness when you stepped inside. Trying to make as little noise as possible, you carefully set your bags on the entryway floor and slipped your shoes off, the cool wooden floor of the house soothing your hot feet. 

A handful of shadows flew through the air towards you, darting around your body and playfully getting tangled up in your hair and clothes. They whispered at you to be quiet and told you that Azriel and Nyx were in the main living room. 

With a grin on your face, you tip-toed over to the doorway to the living room and leaned against the frame as you took in the heartwarming scene before you. You had to physically stop the tears brimming in your eyes as you gazed at your mate, gently napping on the sofa with a content and fast asleep Nyx resting on his chest, softly snoring in the way only babes can. 

The scene before you was so soft and sweet that you indulged yourself for a moment, picturing your own child fast asleep on your mate's strong chest. You stared for a while, marvelling at the beauty of Azriel. His strong arms were exposed due to his sleeveless top, his Illyrian tattoos proudly swirling around his dark skin - arms you know would hold you close in the dead of night, keep you standing when you were weak and protect you until the ends of the earth. His soft, slightly curled, midnight hair gently fell on his proud forehead, making him look almost boyish and not the formidable man he presented to the rest of the world. His soft, full lips that were parted slightly in sleep. His strong jaw and proud nose, his sculpted body and thick thighs. He truly was heaven-sent.  

"I can feel you staring." He mumbled through the bond, and you had to stifle a soft laugh. Of course, Azriel wouldn't be entirely asleep - he rarely was; at least some part of him was always awake and alert. You think the only times Az had ever wholly given in to peaceful sleep was those precious weeks after you had accepted your mating bond when he was so tired and content to be next to you and holding you close that he couldn't resist falling into a deep slumber. But only after he had made sure the wards protecting the secluded cabin were still secure, ever the spymaster. 

You pushed away from the doorframe and padded towards where your mate was sitting. He opened his eyes slightly, still sleepy from his brief nap, and his lips curled into a warm smile as you approached. 

"Hi, love." You whispered as you bent over the back of the sofa to grip his face and press your lips to his in a sweet kiss. Kissing Az was something you would never get over, even after decades together. The feel of his plush but slightly chapped lips against yours, his delicious taste and scent enveloping your senses, had your toes curling against the cold wooden floor. 

"I'm so glad you're back." You beamed at him as you stared at his upside-down face, gently stroking his jaw and feeling the slight stubble against the soft skin of your hands. 

"Seems like you've got it handled," you teased as you turned your attention to the sleeping child on Azriel's chest. You reached out a hand to gently brush Nyx's soft hair off his forehead, desperately holding in the coo that threatened to leave your lips as he let out a soft sigh and nestled further into Az's chest. Who could blame him, you thought? You had the exact same favourite sleeping position. 

"You're definitely better at this than me," he mumbled as you skirted around the sofa to sit beside your mate. He ever so slowly and ever so gently shifted so as not to wake Nyx so you could tuck yourself into his side. His arm curled around your shoulders to bring you closer, planting a gentle kiss on your temple. 

"How long has Nyx been asleep?" you whispered as you snuggled closer to your mate, hand reaching out to gently stroke up and down Nyx's back in a soothing manner you knew he liked.

"About 20 minutes." You hummed, proud of Azriel for handling the situation. He had been so nervous around the babe when he was first born—so conscious of the tiny, breakable fae he now felt some reasonability for.

"I'd say you've had it completely covered, babe." Nyx stirred ever so slightly, and you knew from experience that you had exactly 5 minutes before he woke up and was agitated again due to not sleeping enough. 

A soft hum filled the quiet air as you got up and gently took the sleeping child from Azriel, whispering soothing noises. He stirred slightly as you manoeuvred him into your arms. You bounced ever so slightly on your toes, continuing to hum a lullaby you had heard Feyre singing to him the other day as you walked over to the travelling crib Azriel had set up next to the sofa. Ever so gently, you lowered Nyx into the plush mattress, stroking a finger down his cheeks in a way you knew he liked as you watched him settle back to sleep. 

Azriel just sat back, arms spread out on the back of the sofa behind him, as he watched you so expertly soothe Nyx. He could practically feel his eyes turning into hearts as he watched you, almost unable to control the all-consuming feeling of love that was threatening to spill from him. He loved you so much and had done so for hundreds of years, but in recent months, watching you become so enamoured by your nephew, a new tentative love grew. 

You turned around, and Azriel offered you one of his sweet smiles before holding out an outstretched hand and silently bidding you to return to his side. With a matching grin, you took his hand and let him pull you in beside him before shifting you both, so you were lying down on the sofa, both facing Nyx as Azriel wound his arms around you to pull you flush against his chest. 

A feeling of absolute contentment flooded Azriel as you lay there, breathing in your sweet scent and kissing your soft hair. You shifted closer to him, fingers stroking over his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you close. Mirroring smiles danced on your lips as you watched your nephew and enjoyed the comfortable silence that had settled over the Town House.

"I love seeing you with Nyx Az." You whispered into the soft silence, and you felt a pulse of utter adoration through the thread you both shared. 

"Hmmm, do you, love?" He mumbled into your hair, an ear-splitting grin stretching on his lips. He was unable to deny that primal part of him that basked in the glow of your words—that you had admitted enjoying seeing him with children. 

"It's my ultimate weakness." He chuckled softly. 

"Seeing you with him is mine, too," he confessed back, his arms loosening as you turned around to face him. For a minute, you just looked at him, eyes drinking in his handsome face, flitting over his lips and his nose before settling on his hazel eyes, which were gazing at you with such emotion that a lump formed at the back of your throat. 

Slowly, lazily, you brought your hand up to trace the features of his face before gently pushing a soft curl of his hair that had fallen over his forehead. The ring he had gifted you nearly 60 years ago glinted in the dim light. 

"Have you ever considered it?" You whispered shyly. It wasn't a topic you had discussed with Azriel much; there simply hadn't been enough time. Shortly after the bond had snapped for the both of you - after years of pining and yearning for each other - Rhys had gone under the mountain. You had spent those long years trying to hold everyone together, and then Rhys had returned, and you had been focused on bringing him and Feyre back from that dark place where they had found themselves. Then, the devastating war you had all been plunged into. It had not been an environment you could ever bring a child into. 

"What?" He knew what you meant, but he wanted to hear the words come from your lips. 

"Having children of our own?" The words felt fragile between you. Deep down, you knew you were both on the same page, but still, this was not a conversation you had had before. The soft smile dancing on Az's lips soothed you, however, as he, too, brought his hand up to delicately trace your features. 

"I didn't think I would ever get the opportunity to be a father, certainly didn't think I would be a good one. But seeing you with Nyx these last couple of months…yeah, I have." His confession was soft, and you couldn't help yourself as you closed that small distance between you two to press your lips to his in a kiss that held a promise and contained all of the love you could ever feel for the male. His arms wrapped tightly around you again as he held you close and lost himself in the delicious feeling of your lips on his. 

You broke away gently, slowly, languidly, eyes still closed as you leaned in to press short kisses to his lips. Resting your forehead against his, you stayed there, breathing him in, hands softly caressing his face. "You will be such a good dad, Az. You will be patient, kind and considerate. Fun when you want to be, firm when you need to be, and comforting when they're sad or frustrated. I've thought about it too." You made sure you delivered the words whilst looking him in the eyes, conveying just how much you meant the words.

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse, and you spotted tears brimming in his beautiful eyes, your heart breaking in your chest at the fact that he had so desperately needed to hear the words. You leaned in to kiss his lips again, hand resting on his chest to feel his thundering heart as he breathed in a shaky breath. 

"I don't think I'm ready just yet. I still want to experience life with you," you whispered, an amused smirk playing on your lips. You hadn't had enough time with Az yet. There was still so much of the world to see, so many things you wanted to explore with just your mate before you put down roots and grew a beautiful family of your own. 

"I feel the same." He reassured, pulling you closer again, desperate to make sure not a single inch of space was between you two. 

"But when the time is right, when we are ready. It would bring me nothing but joy to have children together." A stunning smile you had not seen before stretched across Azriel's face, and you gasped at the powerful pulse that reverberated down the bond from your mate. It was pure light—beautiful, gleaming light—such happiness radiating from between you two that you imagined both of your skins glowing with it. 

"I love you so much, Y/N." He said reverently. 

"I love you too." The distance between your lips closed again as you placed a sweet kiss on his lips, tilting your head slightly to deepen in - determined to convey just how much you love him, how thankful you are to the Mother and the Cauldron for giving you, Azriel as your mate. You felt him moan softly as you slipped your tongue past the seam of his lips, gently licking into his mouth as you swallowed the soft sounds you were both making. You pulled away with a mischievous grin dancing on your lips, "Gods, our kids would be cute."

"Do you think so?" He asked, pushing your hair behind your pointed ears so he could see your face clearly.

"What, you don't?" You asked in mock shock and horror, causing another chuckle to rumble through his chest. 

"As long as they take after you, sweetheart, they will be the cutest children Prythian has ever seen." You laughed at him, but secretly, you hoped they looked nothing like you and took after the incredible man you had been mated to for all of these years—that they had his kind eyes, gentle smile, and luxurious locks of soft midnight hair.

"I can't wait." You whispered as you laid your head down beside him, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his scent of mist and cedar, the smell of home. 

"Neither can I, my love." He whispered back to you as he held you close, kissing your hairline and temple. You both let your heavy eyelids droop as your limbs tangled on the sofa. Nyx continued to sleep softly beside you. One day soon, it would be your child in that crib, you promised yourself and Az through that golden thread deep in your heart before you both fell peacefully asleep. 

[thelov3lybookworm]

The Red Carpet

Summary: Flashes and interviews, the dreaded part of his job. But at least his wife is with him.

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Word Count: 1651 (including comments and captions)

Warnings: none me thinks 😋

A/n: first time doing smau kinda nervousss 🤪 BUT IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS AHAHAH

azzie is a movie star, yn is a fashion designer and his college sweetheart (ps. my heart my soul @berryzxx gave me the idea to make yn a fashion designer so ILYYY 🥹🥹🥹)

(id love to expand in this universe tbh, so if youve got ideas, lemme know 😋 cass and rhys coming soon, maybe ill do some for vanserra bros too 🥹)

also im so proud of myself for coming up with all these usernames like who is dis 😳

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYYY!!!🥳🥳🥳

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Y/nAzriel_06

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Y/nAzriel_06 stole his matcha when he wasn't looking... think I'll stick to my good ole coffee 🫤😓 ps. so excited for the award ceremony today!! how many of you are we seeing?? ❣️✨

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Y/n'sHusband3000 look at that gorgeous woman 😍(I told you you wouldn't like the matcha😏i also knew you stole it 🤭)

Y/nAzriel_06 stawp it 🥹(no kisses for you today)

Y/n'sHusband3000 NO PLEASE IM SORRY

ticktockbomb these two are adorable omg

thebiggestpookiee IM GOINGGG OMG IM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU AND AZRIEL AND THE REST OF THE STARLIGHT CASTTT 🥳

imjustagirl1995 girl why do you have two diff robes on 😭

Y/nAzriel_06 lmaooooo i put on the pink robe before shower, then Az decided it was important we match after shower 🤭

mor-theoneinred oh mY GOSH YOUR NAILSSSS 😍

Y/nAzriel_06 hehe Az picked them out for me 🤭

getsunghoonedloser i wish i was in that city i would kill to come 😞

Y/nAzriel_06 theres always a next time love!! you never know when we meet hehe <3

getsunghoonedloser omg ily 🥹

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One of the things Azriel thought could be better was the screams and flashes that bombarded him the moment he stepped onto the red carpet.

It was almost like he was some sort of zombie on his way to bite people, except that some people were such fans that they'd probably want him to.

Regardless, he smiled slightly and waved, going to greet his costars of a recent movie they acted in together. Cassian already seemed to be getting ready to walk closer to his old time friend. The movie had been very fun to work on, because not only did it have all his bestfriends working on it, the fans were also very excited for it to come out.

The one thing Azriel didn't like was the fact that Y/n was not in the film. She wasn't an actor, after all. But she did come to the set on most days to cheer him and his friends on. But what he didn’t like about her being in the film was that she wasn't going to be a part of the group photos taken on the red carpet.

She had stayed back when they arrived at the venue, telling Azriel to go on and get the group photos done.

She was a celebrity in herself, most of Azriel’s fans loving her more than they sometimes loved him. And he loved that fact. She would come once the group photos were done to take pictures with Az, apparently.

He couldn’t wait.

"My man!" Cassian hollered, dragging Azriel by the collar to where Rhysand and his wife, Feyre, who was also a part of the team stood, smiling at the cameras. Azriel took a moment to dust himself off and fix his suit before taking his place next to Cassian and Mor, facing the row of photographers and fans.

"Here!"

"Cassian, this way!"

"She’s gorgeous!"

"Oh my god, look at her!"

It was the last scream that made Azriel follow the sound of the voice, and when he found the fan who had called out, he followed her gaze.

To his wife.

She stood at the archway, leaning lightly against the frame, mobile in hand. She clutched the little device with both hands, holding it up to her chest and tilting her head to take the picture she was so focused on.

Immediately, Azriel’s cheeks began burning.

He turned back to the cameras that flashed at him, his smile getting harder to contain. Loud cheers followed his actions, making his cheeks redder.

It took only a few minutes before the shoots were done and Azriel lingered back, beckoning his wife closer. She smiled wide, walking over to him, the beautiful dark blue gown that complimented her skin so well swirling around her legs.

"Hello, love. Missed you." He murmured, his eyes fixed on her as she stopped by his side, wrapping her arms around his. Even the sudden influx of flashes wasn’t enough to get him distracted from the beauty that was in front of him.

She giggled, leaning into him and looking away from the cameras, deep into his eyes.

"We were away for only five minutes."

He shrugged, watching as she smiled once again for the photographers. "Missed you still."

She laughed, reaching up and grabbing his jaw to turn his face towards the photographers, who continued to yell instructions at them. It infuriated Az sometimes, but it was a part of the job.

Only made better by his wife by his side, of course.

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thebiggestpookiee it was so fun seeing everyone at the event tonight! i saw so many celebrities and honestly my inner child is healed lol 🤭 (ps. peep Azriel and Y/n in the second picture, they were so adorable today 🥹)

Y/nAzriel_06 omg thank youuu 🥹 i love these pictures 😍

thebiggestpookie oh gosh thank YOU ❣️

maximusthehorse girl u lucky 😭

getsunghoonedloser oof they look gorgeous 🥹

myurlisnunya omg i want what they have 😭

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"I heard you designed his suit and your own dress?! Is that true??" The interviewer asked, looking only more excited than Y/n, which was a feat in itself.

Y/n nodded happily, and Azriel smiled, pride making his chest puff up.

"I was lying in bed one night, and then he told me we were invited, and I was like. I should make something."

"Oh my god. I also saw your post from a few hours ago. You said you made the designs in hours?"

Y/n giggled. "I was so excited for him to wear something I designed, so I sat down and locked in. And then the design was just somehow ready and sent for production the exact same day, and it felt so surreal."

The lady in the black dress squealed along with Y/n, and Azriel had to hold back a laugh at the way the two seemed to have become best friends in just moments. "I can’t believe it. That is so amazing! I’ve always been a fan of your designs."

"Thank you, thank you." Y/n smiled, flushing.

Finally, Azriel decided to chime in. "Me too. I’ve been a fan."

Y/n rolled her eyes fondly, gazing up at Azriel in the way that always had him feeling butterflies.

"I can tell! You look so good in that suit!" The interviewer laughed, nodding along.

Azriel wrapped an arm around Y/n, tugging her close as he grinned. "Not better than my designer, I’d say."

Y/n blushed harder, slapping Az on the chest, but he knew she loved it.

She always did.

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After a long tiring day, one of Y/n’s favourite way to relax was to curl up on the soft bed with either her phone and scroll or with a book.

And Azriel, of course.

He had been in the bathroom, washing up when she jumped onto the bed, crawling under the covers gremlin style and opened up her favoured app she designated for only mindless scrolling for when she waited for her entertainment -Azriel- to come so she could bother him.

She was doing what she did in these times when she suddenly paused on a video.

It was taken from an angle where both her and Azriel had been visible while he was with his friends taking pictures, and Y/n smiled at the way he began blushing when he noticed her.

It was one of the advantages of social media, the way memories are preserved.

The video switched to the person who had posted the video, screaming into a pillow before whispering into the camera, her eyes filled with what could only be admiration.

"Look at them you guys." She mumbled. "Literally look. Y/n looks so proud of him, and he looks so in love. If that is not what my future partner looks at me like, I don’t want him."

Y/n opened the comment section, her cheeks hurting from being stretched.

User1 i havent watched much of them but girl do i agree with you on this. I want what they have

User2 i only heard of them through a pick me who was trying to put yn down, but honestly, she seems like the sweetest person ever

User3 you should go check out her insta user2, she literally does her best to reply to every person that comments and shes always so positive. No wonder Azriel is so in love.

Y/n giggled, looking up when she heard the sound of the door opening. Azriel smiled at her, waddling closer to peck her forehead, in just a pair of light gray sweatpants. Y/n let him, but then the next moment, she shoved her phone into his face, wanting him to see the video too.

He only smiled, then snuggled in next to her and took her phone away. She didn’t mind, of course. She only had her sights set on the chest that looked so inviting as her pillow for the night.

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Y/n'sHusband3000 so blessed to witness her shine ✨❣️💙

y/nazriel_06 my love you need to post your own pics too 😭

Y/n'sHusband3000 why do that when i can fawn over you??

myurlisnunya i love the way he uses the same heart emoji she does and then his own 😭

getsunghoonedloser RIGHT?? I THOUGHT I WAS BEING DELULU

rhysand-thegreat im so done with you being lovey dovey ew 🤢

nestasworld-obvi just say youre jealous feyre gives me more love than you instead of acting like a 4 year old 🙄

Y/n'sHusband3000 exactly 🙄

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I just remembered that Cassian sat across from Mor sipping tea while she talked about how Nesta should be in a dungeon or being tortured by being locked up in hewn city and he’s just there blown the fuck away by Mor’s beauty AND THEN LATER she winnows to Illyria where Cassian is training, ogles him and talks to Nesta about how she’ll never deserve him and how attractive he is

Nesta stood up for Cassian during the high lord meeting, in front of EVERYBODY and he can’t take his family aside and tell them to stop starting fights with her? He’ll stand in front of Mor when Eris is around but sit by and do nothing when Rhys threatens Nesta’s life?

He. Does. Not. Love. Her. Funny also that his attitude changed toward her after the war when she was taking other men to her bed. Sjm made her sleep around out of character so that nessian can have hate sex but sjm still virtue signals feminism as if Cassian in acowar wasn’t calling her sweetheart and Cassian in acomaf didn’t wipe away her tears in front of the queens and everyone. He promised her time together as his would-be last words. But then sjm writes that Nesta uses sex to cope and now all-of-a-sudden Cassian is telling her that everybody fucking hates her and that he never asked to be shackled to her. Making it clear she can only use sex as a coping mechanism if it’s sex WITH HIM.

Suddenly he’s not understanding. Suddenly he isn’t gentle with her. No, now he’s an incel who locks Nesta up until she caves and sleeps with him.

It’s hard to imagine a being with wings, who flies in the air, would want to confine his MATE to a house she can’t escape from. Azriel, too, was locked up as a boy and then acts as a prison guard against her? And for Feyre to be the one to do it when she was supposedly traumatized when Tamlin locked her in his mansion? I understand why elain packed her clothes and sent her on her way— she’s the type to save herself and if she sided with Nesta she’d be locked up alongside her.

I’m just saying, ACOSF is a lot to unpack and I’m still processing my shock and disgust years later. I truly can’t believe it happened.

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A Helping Hand

Rhysand Week Day 4 : Lord of Night

Summary - High Lord, Husband, father. Rhysand's plate is just far too full, leading the Inner Circle to take over some duties.

Warnings - workaholic Rhysand, discussions of classism, new dad Rhys, platonic bond, loose editing so forgive me if I fix things later

A/N - I am so sorry this is late! I think someone *cough baby daddy cough* accidently deleted it when he did a run through for me. But anyways, happy late day 4 and day 5 of @officialrhysandweek! It'll be a double post day 💕

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“Please just let me handle this for you,” you were firm in the request, hand still on the request of approval to renovate the Opera house in the Rainbow. “We both know this project is completely unneeded. There is no reason for you to waste your time penning the letter.”

Rhysand stared at where your hand met the paper. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, “I-”

“No. It's time for us to have a serious discussion.” You took the paper from him and then held his hands. “Rhysand, you have spread yourself far too thin. You are not sleeping well with a newborn, you are helping Feyre as she's healing, you are recovering from trauma. Let me help you by organizing the report by who should actually be handling them.”

Rhys seemed to consider your words before nodding, “I want final-”

“Rhysand, we have known each other for 500 years. Do you truly not trust me enough to make a decision based on your preferences?”

He tugged that power exchange bond between the two of you, silently asking for a bit of your energy. You offered it to him without hesitation, without even so much as thinking about your well-being over his. “I do not want the fae in this court knowing I'm not the one running the court.” You couldn't help but sigh and roll your eyes and stare at him, blinking as if to say, “Duh.” His lips twitched into a smile at you, “What are you going to do, sweetheart? Forge my signat..” His eyes went wide as he realized that was exactly what you had planned. “I expect brief rundowns first.”

“And you will have them. Now go take a nap.”

The Inner Circle gathered in the new father's office claiming reports left and right. Cassian took anything involving Illyria and the training camps. Azriel took anything involving newcomers to the City of Starlight, border related issues, and requests for visiting. Mor and Amren split Hewn City. Dividing those reports among issues relating to rumors of uprisings or requests for help and sanctuary from tortured females. It left you with things regarding the inner workings of Velaris. You were curled in your own office, writing the rejection letter for the Opera House Project. The Opera House had been a gift to Velaris after Rhysand's return home. It was barely more than a few years old and every single feature had been planned to perfection by you and Rhysand as a way to heal the odd bind that tied you two together. The wealthy fae of Velaris were asking to redo the seating. Specifically, they wanted the seats to be made larger. 

You knew this wasn't for comfort. You had fallen in love with studying the patterns of consumerism throughout Prythian history. You knew this project was aimed at accessibility. Less sears meant higher prices for shows. Higher prices meant exclusion of the middle and lower classes. Exclusion from the arts was dangerous, though. Something you, Rhysand, and Feyre stood firmly against. 

Hours seemed to pass as you finished one thing and moved to the next, realizing how far behind Rhysand had gotten. He was hardly sleeping, rotating nights with Feyre, or just forcing her to sleep while he handled nights with a newborn alone. He was being the father he never had. One who earned the title of Dad, and you knew the last thing he'd want was the fae he cared so much for to suffer because of it. 

The sunset when Cassian arrived, his work completed. “Rhys has been given the gist of everything. I am to only have to send one thing to the camp leaders,” Cassian slid a letter, one penned by himself over to you. “Rhysie is having them start to direct all issues to me first. Using your whole chain of command idea.” 

Silence. 

Cassian's words were met with silence as you swallowed hard, holding in tears of pride. “He's delegating?!”

The commander nodded, scarred lips twitching to smirk. “He is.”

You'd never faked his signature so fast, quill flying across the parchments, “This is good.”

Azriel was next with Nuala and Cerridwen in tow, “City guard is to report issues to the twins from now on,” he leaned into his chair. “If they deem it serious enough, they will handle it unless I need to get involved.”

“And if you can't handle it,” you questioned as a joke. 

Azriel scoffed before schooling his reaction to your jab, “Then, and only then, is Rhys to get involved. My part of his reports are done and sent. I didn't think anyone would have issues with me answering security related issues.” 

They'd be a fool to, is what you wanted to reply with. Azriel was not the type of male to fuck with unless you had a death wish. He was petty at times and loved to plot. 

Mor came next, throwing herself dramatically into the chair. “I hate how your Office is a dry zone,” she groaned. “I'll be visiting daddy dearest.” 

You gagged at that and the two of you launched into a gossip session. Turns out, her father had taken Rhysand's recent absence in Hewn City as an open invitation to run a few illegal trade rings. Rings Mor was all too happy to be putting an end to. 

“That summarizes what Amren and I will both be dealing with,” she yawned, perfect red nails flying to her lips. “I'm going to bed.”

10.

11. 

Midnight.

2am rolled around and your door opened again, a sleepy Rhysand carrying a sleeping Nyx. “Go to bed,” his tone was commanding but held an air of affection to you. “You're no better than me.”

You only maintained eye contact, smirking as you put his name on a document approving a community vegetable garden and greenhouse, “Yet here we are,” you whispered. “All your reports, acquisitions, and petitions done and handled.”

His face fell, eyes shutting as he nodded, “You all got me caught up?”

With a wave of your hand, all the stacks vanished to their proper locations where they would sit and wait to be opened by their receivers. “We did,” you stood as silently as possible and moved to him and Nyx, “Do you want me to go lay him down?”

Rhysand only responded by pulling you into a tight side hug, his face burying in your hair, “How can I repay you for this? You have no clue what this meant to Feyre and I.”

The hug was payment enough. Contact with your best friend making that power bond hum as you hugged him back, “No repayment is necessary, Rhys. We all need help sometimes.”

“But-”

You whispered again, interrupting him, “We all need help sometimes.”

Understand, gratefulness, and admiration filled his almost violet colored gaze, “How did I get blessed with Feyre as my mate and you as my carranam?”

“Good question,” you shot back. “Maybe it was so we could keep you humble.” You took Nyx slowly, moving to walk the little heir back to his nursery. “Or maybe it was to keep you from dying in your office. Goodnight, Rhysand.”

You could tell he wanted to sass you back, to have the last word. It had been so long since that side of him came out, and you were glad to see a day of rest brought some fire back to him. He seemed to settle with nodding, walking backwards as he watched you take Nyx, “This isn't over. Once I wake up refreshed tomorrow, it's on. Goodnight, Y/n.”

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Starfall With The General Pt 2.

CassianX F Female

A/N: I am going to go ahead and let you know this is my first time writing smut. I fully anticipate this being bad but I tried my best, but that aside I am really proud with how this part came out! Also thank you for sending all the love on my first Cassian story! As always feedback is welcomed!

Find Part 1 Here

Summary: Finding out Cassian, the Lord of Bloodshed, your best friend is your mate, the two of you spend the evening embracing the bond.

Warnings: SMUT NSFW (Minors DNI), teasing, (Fem Oral sex and m/f sex), disgustingly cute fluff, Brief mentions of grief

Word Count: 3.3K

Cassian’s gave you a full smile that made you grateful he had a toned arm wrapped around your waist as your legs began to quiver. “I have been waiting for you to say those words for so long, Princess.” He gives your nose a light kiss, “That’s the other reason, I waited, I was hoping it would be a mating gift not a Starfall gift.” Cassian separated from you getting a better look at your face tucking stray lock of hair behind your ear. “If you wanted to accept the bond that is –“

You reach up on your tiptoes and silence him with a kiss of your own. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and squeezed. You pulled away, “I’ve loved you for so long Cassian,” the confession caused the Illyrian to blush, and you placed a hand on his cheek that he leaned into, his eyes shutting. “My Mate.” Cassian groaned at the words, you kissed his cheek and whispered, “My mate,” a kiss on the forehead, “My Mate,” he growled his nails clawing at your back, the sound rumbling against your check. Kissing his other check, “My handsome,” Kiss on his nose, “Kind,” peck on his eyelid, “Strong,” then the other eyelid lowering yourself, feeling how your words were affecting him. Your mouth hovering over his, gripping the nape of his neck, “Mate.” You mold your lips to his and there is another growl reverberating from Cassian’s chest.

The General lowers his hands and grips the globes of your ass giving it a squeeze, and lifting from the ground you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. His growing arousal rubbing against your center causing you to moan in his mouth as he makes his way back into the bedroom.  He lays you gently on the bed and grazes his one hand up to your breast and squeezed sending you into state of bliss and his other hand lowers and grips your thigh exposed from the slit of the dress and he pulls away from you. His gaze primal no hint of hazel in his eyes, “This dress is downright sinful, Sweetheart.”  He slides the hand that gripped your breast grazed upward, past your locket and his eyes drifted to the red jewel on your choker his fingers gripping the gem his siphons singing in response, “Was your goal to let all of Velaris know you’re mine by wearing this?” Your eyes fluttered shut as the hand on your thigh rose nearing the apex of your legs, your hips lifting in hopes he would move them closer.

He chuckled and removed his hand from your leg and your eyes flashed open and gave him a pout. He winked at you and you thought that your heart was going to give out as he wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed lightly, “I asked you a question, Sweetheart.”

Your hand went up to wrap around his wrist your thumb drawing circles on his pulse. “Mor picked this outfit, “She waited a beat and gave him a playful smirk, “Though Azriel did say I could have the Lord of Bloodshed on his knees worshipping me tonight.”

He squeezed your neck slightly his eyes darkening, “Did he now?” you nodded, he smirked his eyes glinting. The General released her grip and helped her stand from the bed, spun you around and unzipped the dress and dragged it over your hips and let it fall to the floor, your black laced panties the only thing covering you. “Turn around, Y/N,” on instinct you faced him you’re his nostrils flaring as he takes in your bare breast, and he hooks his fingers on the elastic of your panties.

He hummed as his wings flared out the moonlight highlighting the membrane of his wings and entranced you, “Y/N,” Cassian’s gruff voice brought your gaze back to his. He smiled a primal smile that caused heat to reach down to your core as he closed the distance and pressed his lips to your ear, “Never say another male’s name in bed again,” The sound of fabric ripping causing your heart rate to spike as Cassian ripped your underwear in half “Unless you want your panties in your mouth.”

“Yes, General.” You purred giving a playful smirk.

Cassian darkened stare lightened for a moment, and he flicked your nose, “Smart ass. Lay on the edge of the bed for me.”

You do as you’re told and lay on your back your elbows holding your weight to keep you up to watch him, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Cassian took a step back and took off his shirt exposing his toned tan muscles glistening in the moonlight the silver scars glittering his skin, each one. He threw it over on the chair in the corner and slowly turned back to you and caused your breath to hitch. You almost passed out as he got on his knees and began to crawl to her. The tattoos across his chest resembling flames rising with his slow languid movements. “Cassian,” You whispered in an exhale.

He reached the bed, and his calloused hands gripped your ankle and peppers kisses up your leg and you moaned, the Lord of Bloodshed paused at your thigh and his hazel eyes met yours, “Say my name again, Princess,” and he held your gaze as he grazed his tongue up her thigh.

You toss your head back and whimpered, “Cassian,” he hummed against your skin as his breath hovered over your folds. “Please, Cassian.”

Cassian gave a long languid lick against your folds, “Hmm I like the way you beg,” you mewled as he began to devour you. Your clit was met with licks and nips causing your back to arch. Cassian presses his forearm against your torso and presses you down to the bed.  He as he sucks your clit, he slips a finger in your folds and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Cassian began to slowly move his finger pumping and you clutched the sheets. Cassian inserted a second finger, and his movements became in sync with his tongue. Sweat began to form on your brow and completely unraveled as he curled his fingers hitting that sweet spot just right.

You tried wiggling your hips to move faster but the arm on your hips wouldn’t budge, and as stars sparked in your eyes you screamed out your mate’s name as pleasure washed over you. Cassian removed his fingers and replaced it with his tongue as you rode out your orgasm. When your body relaxed Cassian rose again and kissed up your torso and up until he reached your lips once more. You could taste yourself on his mouth and bucked your hips and he huffed, “You are insatiable,” He whispered his hazel eyes meeting yours, “my beautiful girl.”

You rolled your hips again, at him calling you his girl, and you grazed your nails down his torso and grip the edge of his pants. He lightly grips your wrist and kisses the inside of your palm maintaining eye contact with you. His gaze causes you to writhe, “Cassian, please.” He releases your hand and removes his pants, and he crawls back onto the bed, his hands finding yours, interlacing his fingers to yours. “Cass,” you pant, as he teases at your entrance.

“I love you, Sweetheart.” He says before thrusting into you, giving you little time to adjust to him. Cassian began leaving open mouth kisses against your neck as he pulls out and slams back and your head falls back in a silent scream. He released your hands, and you wrapped your arms around his back avoiding, your nails clawing at his back trying to bring him closer to you. Cassian flared his wings in response.  Cassian’s lips trail down, and his teeth grazed over your nipple before taking it in his mouth. His fingers pinching and groping your other breast.

Pleasure was building as Cassian’s thrust moves in tandem with his tongue against your breast, and your hands move to the General’s hair and gripped it tight, and he moaned against your nipple, releasing it with a pop, he picks up the pace as he grips the back of your thigh and wraps it around his waist. His hair still in your grip you pull his face toward yours and pecked his lips, “I love you, Cassian.” You whispered over his lips.

Cassian’s face gleams with sweat as he smiles and his thrust becoming erratic, “Say that again, Princess.”

“I love you,” you moaned as his hand slides down and his thumb begins to rub against your clit and your eyes shut as your back arches as pleasure takes over. Cassian at the same time moans as his release fills your pussy.  His wings are trembling as he rides out both of your orgasms.

Cassian nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, and you wrapped your hand around the nape of his neck and rubs circles with her thumb. Cassian hums in contentment as the two of you lay entwined for a while. The Lord of Bloodshed snakes an arm around your shoulders, and he slowly pull out of you, protesting with a whine at the emptiness you were feeling.  Silently, slid an arm behind your knees and hoisted you up. Laying your head on his shoulder you let your eyes droop as he makes his way to the bathroom where the house has already had a bath ready.

He lowers you in the tub and the warm water hits your skin and you sigh. You open your eyes and see that he is getting soap and oils prepared, “Are you not joining?”

He looked over at you and the love in his features made you grateful you were sitting. Your heart was racing, the gold bond between the two of you shining. He cups your cheek, and his thumb strokes your cheek. “Another time, Sweetheart,” you nodded as he removed his hand, “wet your hair for me?” You adjust until you can tip your head back to get your hair submerged underwater.

Cassian rubs the soap in between his hands, he pats the edge of the tub, and she leans your head back and he begins to lather the soap in your hair, and you groaned as he continues washing your hair. You open your eyes the warm glow of the fae lights casting shadows on the ceiling thoughts of the events of the night swirling in quick images. “Cass?”

“Hm?” he responded as he massages your scalp.

You bit your lip debating asking the question lurking on your mind, “When did you know?”

You didn’t need to elaborate when he began rinsing your hair. “The day Rhys was taken,” He stated matter of factly as he ran his fingers through your hair gently pulling the tangles bunching at the ends.  You tried to level your breathing as he continued, “Az had just told you what happened and you locked your eyes with mine, tears beginning to gather there, and it snapped, and you barreled into my arms and sobbed.” You remained silent.  “I was so angry with the Cauldron and the mother. Why would they have the bond snap at this point when we lost Rhys? You didn’t need the pressure of accepting a mating bond and mourning the loss of a friend. I also wanted you to come to terms with this bond on your own.”

 He pressed his palm against her back, a silent request for you to sit up and you move your hair swiping it over your shoulder. A warm rag reached her back as he began washing her body, “This explains why I was always aware of you following me on my walks.” He chuckled as he grazed the rag across your arm. Your brows furrowed in thought, “Was that the reason you were following me, because of the bond?”

Cassian’s hand paused at the question, he hooked a finger under your chin forcing you to look at him, “Absolutely not. Do you honestly believe I would have just let you cope with Rhys being taken alone? Or did you not know that I was in love with you well before Amarantha?”

Your eyes widen slightly, “You were?”

Cassian winced, “I guess I wasn’t as obvious about it as I hoped.” He resumes washing your body, “I thought you were beautiful when we met you in the forest that day. The fierce determination in your eyes, but then we brought you back to Velaris and you had asked me to train you, and we had grown close, and I got you to laugh for the first time since you escaped your former lover.” You heard him drop the rag and he held out a hand for you to grab. You take it and he helps you up. Cassian wraps a soft towel around your torso and stole a kiss his hands gripping your arms. He pulls away and says, “that gorgeous laugh was when I knew that my heart was yours and would forever be yours.”

Your breaths were shallow, at the confession, you watched as your mate grabbed a bottle of oil and led you back to the bedroom where a pair of sleeping pants and a nightgown appeared on the bed. Cassian chuckled and placed the oil on the bed and put on the sweatpants as you slip off the towel and put on the nightgown it accentuated your breast and fell to the middle of your thighs. You grab the oil and stare at your shirtless mate tying his hair up in a bun causing you to bite your lip. You gaze down to the oil and grab it “On the bed, General, my turn.”

Cassian winks at you as he finishes tying his bun, “As you say, Princess.” He moves to lay on his stomach and lets his wings sprawl out. You get on the bed and kneel beside him. You put some of the oil on your hand and warm before you rub his shoulders and begin kneading out the knots there.

A few breaths go by before you say, “That day in the forest,” you felt Cassian still as you proceeded to massage his back the raised skin of scars, he has earned in battle kissing the pads of your finger, “I felt like I was at my breaking point when you three found me, I never thought I would be able to love or be loved. I thought I was broken. The way you held out your hand and gave me a warm smile, I knew I was in danger.” You could hear him snort and you pinched his back, “I was in danger of finding hope in that smile, ass.” The chuckling stopped as you moved to massage the patch of skin between his wings careful not to touch the sensitive membrane. “Though you never looked at me like I was someone who needed fixing, someone who needed to be put back together.”

Another low moan as you eased the tension in his back though Cassian adjusted his head only, so his words were clear for you to hear, “You were never broken, Y/N. You never needed to be fixed.”

You lean down and kiss between his wings in appreciation, “I know that now, I didn’t at the time. Though I did know I wanted to be closer to you. So, would you believe me if I told you that was my whole motivation in asking you to train me.” You move to his lower back, and you saw there was a shit-eating grin on his face at the confession, “I never wanted to risk the friendship we made and the strong bond we already had.” A pause. “I couldn’t handle the idea that you would reject me, and the gnawing thought that I was not worthy of your love.” Your hands laid idle at the confession; Cassian shifted to a sitting position his hazel eyes meeting yours and his face fell. “Rhys, told me I needed to be brave, and tell you how I feel.” A tear fell on your cheek and your mate was quick to swipe it away as you gave a pathetic chuckle, “He said if you returned my feelings we would celebrate with a drink and if you rejected me, that there was a 2000-year-old aged wine that had our name on it in his office.” You averted your gaze, finding your hands interesting. You closed your eyes and inhaled through your nose, “So I did, I entered the library of the townhouse,” you winced at how unsteady your voice sounded as more tears threatened to fall, “You and Az had solemn look on your faces, and I knew something was wrong.”  Cassian scooped you in his arms and you laid your head on his shoulder breathing in his scent. His wings cocooned us providing an extra level of warmth and comfort. “You told me Rhys was taken and all those feelings of helplessness rushed back to the surface like the day in the forest.” Soothing circles were rubbed against your back as your mate pressed his cheek against the top of your head. “Though this time, I made sure that despite my feelings, I would make sure that those around me would not feel the way I was feeling. Pushed my feelings toward you aside, to help our people, to do something Rhys would be proud of. So I did.”

At the end of the day that is what kept you getting out of bed those 50 years. Putting in the work to help the people that Rhys loved dearly, that had welcomed you with open arms. In hopes that he would come home one day and be proud of you for all the work you did.

You must have left your shields down as a familiar voice filtered in your head, “I am so proud of you, Y/N.”

“Busy body,” you retorted as you could hear his laughter.  “Love you, Rhys.”

“Love you too, Darling,” There was pause, “Try not to keep my general up all night, will you.”

You rolled your eyes and sent him an image of you flipping him off, “You’re Insufferable, Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” There was one more pause, “I am happy for both of you, you two bring out the best in each other.” And with that your Highlord, Brother, best friend left your mind, and you were quick to put your shields up.

A kiss was planted on the top of your head, “Where did you go?” Cassian’s voice grumbled a look of concern in his eyes.

You leaned in to kiss him and he didn’t protest you could feel the bond thrumming as you pulled back, “Oh just dealing with a busy body Highlord.” Cassian growled and placed a hand over his beating heart and how it raced at her touch. “Relax, my thoughts were just loud, and my shields were down, he told me not to keep you up all night.”

Mischief was in your handsome mate’s eyes, “He’s an idiot if he thinks I’m leaving your side tomorrow anyway.” Butterflies trembled in your stomach at the commitment, “I mean by the sound of it, we have well over 50 years of time to make up.

You smirk, “Should we start now?” You question, quirking a brow. Cassian’s smile is perfectly primal as he cups your cheek and crashes his lips to yours in a bruising kiss and places you on the bed, clawing off your nightgown and the room is filled with the sounds of moans and proclamations of love.

Later that Night

Cassian was watching as your chest rose and fell as you were asleep, unable to prevent himself he let his knuckles graze your cheek. You stir slightly only to nudge closer against his bare chest searching for warmth. His arm wrapped around your waist tucking you closer to him along with his wing. He took in your beauty, how he longed for this night, to have you in his arms and finding comfort in his embrace. He smiled and kissed your sleeping forehead. His mate. His beautiful, selfless, kind mate was in his arms, his brother was finally home and for the first time in 50 years the General drifted into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

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[velarisnightsky444]

Scorched Shadows Part 6

Eris x AzrielsSister!Reader

Summary: Estella is the younger sister of Azriel. Like her older brother, she is a shadowsinger and spymaster for the Night Court. When she meets Eris, she initially despises him, but after a bargain is made between them, and they are stuck Under the Mountain together, things begin heating up.

CW: Amarantha

Word Count: 1618

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Part 5 || Part 7

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Year 4

"That mask makes you look so mysterious," Mor teased Estella as she got ready.

     Amarantha was throwing a masquerade ball Under the Mountain. Rhys had no choice but to make an appearance, and Estella had insisted that she go with him. She didn't want him to be alone. Besides, he rarely let her go on dangerous missions. He usually left those to Azriel.

     The only thing she was dreading was facing Eris Vanserra. While she knew he was invited, she wasn't sure if he would attend. It had been two months since she saw him in the Summer Court. She hadn't felt that thread in her chest since.

     She wore a stunning floor-length gold gown crafted from luxurious silk. The dress featured a fitted bodice with a sweetheart neckline and delicate lace detailing. The skirt flowed gracefully to the floor, and there were slots in the back for her wings. She wore gold metallic heels on her feet. 

     She wore diamond stud earrings and a delicate gold bracelet, which Selene had gifted her as a teenager. 

     Mor curled her hair, leaving it loose on her shoulders. She also applied makeup, using sparkling eyeshadow and a bold red lip. A gold masquerade mask was placed over her face.

"The males will be all over you," Mor continued, grinning at the younger girl.

"I don't want any of them," Estrella told her, rolling her hazel eyes.

"A female, perhaps?" she grinned, winking at Estella.

"Oh, hush," Estella pouted, glaring. She just laughed.

"Well, come on, Stella," she insisted, hauling herself to her feet. "Rhys is waiting."

     She had been keeping Rhys waiting for twenty minutes now, but he was well aware that she always took her time getting ready.

"Look who's finally ready," Cassian taunted as Estella and Mor finally emerged from her bedroom.

"You would understand if you put effort into your own appearance," Mor shot at him.

"It was good enough for you when we were seventeen," he reminded her. She stuck her tongue out at him.

     Rhys was standing in the foyer, his hands in his pockets. He donned a black suit with a black undershirt. The jacket and pants were embroidered with stars.

"Are you ready, milady?" Rhys joked with a smile.

"I am," Estella confirmed with a nod.

"You look beautiful," he complimented.

"Thank you," she curtsied.

     He bowed, kissing her gloved hand, before rising again. She couldn't help but grin. Her brothers had always treated her like a princess despite her being a bastard-born nobody. They made her feel like she was special.

     Within a second, he winnowed the two of them away. She clutched onto him, her shadows surrounding her.

     When both of them materialized, she was in a place similar to Hewn City.

     Estella had heard the rumors that Amarantha had modeled this place after the Court of Nightmares. It seemed she was in a throne room, one almost identical to the one Rhys ruled in.

     The room was crowded with High Fae and Lesser Fae alike, all in their finest clothes, wearing masks.

     Her shadows whispered to her, warning her to be careful. But they had been on edge all day, so she brushed them off.

     She spotted Amarantha on a large throne, wearing a crimson dress that matched her long hair. Her lips were twisted in a smirk as she watched the crowd.

"I have business to attend to," Rhys said smoothly. "Stay safe. Don't wander off. Reach out to me if you need anything."

     With that, he disappeared into the shadows. Estella went off by herself, glancing around as she did so.

     Estella strolled over to the refreshments, pouring herself a glass of red wine. Most of the Fae around her were already drunk and stumbling around.

     As she took a sip, she felt that abandoned string in her chest go taut. She was well aware that Eris had approached before her shadows told her.

"Mate," they whispered to her.

"I didn't take you for a red girl," she heard him muse.

"What?" Estella demanded, whirling on him with narrowed eyes.

"Your wine," he clarified with a raised brow. She glanced at the red wine in her hand, then at him.

     He wore a golden undershirt embroidered with autumn leaves. Over that, he had an emerald jacket and brown trousers. His short hair was combed neatly. And his face was adorned with a golden mask.

"You don't know anything about me," Estella mumbled, swirling her wine in the glass.

"It was just an assumption."

"Listen, if you want nothing to do with me, why don't you leave me alone?" she questioned, glaring up at him.

"Maybe I quite enjoy pissing you off," he grinned. She scoffed, rolling her hazel eyes.

"Maybe you're just a prick," Estella corrected.

"Both can be true," he mused.

     She wanted to snap--wanted to piss him off right back. But the sound of fingers snapping distracted her.

     Amarantha was situated on the platform, accompanied by all seven High Lords, who were all holding glasses of wine. Rhys fixed his gaze on her, nothing but pure hatred in his eyes.

"I'd like to offer an apology to the youngest Vanserra," Amarantha crooned.

     It had been said that this ball was her apology for carving Lucien Vanserra's eye out.

"We shall toast to him!" she commanded, raising her glass. The High Lords raised theirs as well before drinking deeply.

     But she could tell that something had gone wrong the moment she saw Rhys's face.

     The fierce power that generally radiated from the High Lords had diminished significantly. The night that glowed around Rhys was almost entirely gone.

     Amarantha's red lips formed a grin as she gleamed with power that had not existed before.

     A commotion broke out all through the room. Every one of the High Lords seemed to realize they had been robbed of their magic.

     Estella met Rhys's eyes, but he shot her a warning look. One that told her to stay where she was.

     Eris was already shoving through the crowd, likely to get to his father, but Estella didn't budge. She trusted Rhys.

"Welcome to my court," Amarantha smirked. "I am your Queen. Don't bother trying to leave."

     Estella's eyes went wide, her mind going to her family. Azriel, Cassian, Mor, and Amren. What would she do without them?

     Chaos broke loose, Fae shoving through the crowd. Estella grunted as she was pushed to the side. She clutched onto the table, holding herself steady as everyone went wild.

"And, you, dear Tamlin--" Amarantha practically purred, dragging a finger down his chest. "Shall be my King."

     Tamlin snarled, shoving her away from him. She stumbled just slightly but quickly got her bearings.

"I would sooner take a human to my bed--I would sooner marry a human than touch you," Tamlin shot at her. "Even your sister preferred a human's company to yours. She chose Jurian over you."

     Everyone in the room seemed to halt at that. She let go of the table, standing up straight. That was too far, and Tamlin was well aware of it.

"You're quite lucky I'm in a generous mood," she crooned. "So I'll give you a chance to break the spell you're all under."

     Tamlin spat in her face, and she paused, fire in her eyes as she froze for a moment. But the fury in her gaze was short-lived, and she laughed cooly, wiping it away with her sleeve.

"You have seven times seven years before I claim you," she stated. "If you want to break the curse, you only need to find a human girl willing to marry you. But not just any girl--a human with ice in her heart. A human willing to kill a faerie. And the faerie must be one of your men. And only if she kills him in an unprovoked attack. He must be killed for hatred alone--just as Jurian did to Clythia. So you may understand my sister's pain."

     Tamlin could only glare at her. Without his power, he was completely defenseless.

"The Spring Court is free to leave," she announced. "The rest of you shall remain here."

      Estella tried to meet Rhys's gaze again, but his was so focused on Amarantha, his eyes narrowed.

     She met his eyes, a smirk on her red lips. She kept eye contact with Rhys as she flung The Autumn Court power out--towards where the Court of Nightmares was gathered.

     Estella felt the heat on her face as the flames struck the court, hitting half of them—half of Rhys's court. Amarantha kept her eyes on him the whole time.

     Shrieks echoed from the entire room, and Estella realized that she, too, was screaming as she watched hundreds of Fae burning to death. The scars on her hands seemed to ache, just as they always did when she was around flames.

     They started to fall in fiery masses, their skin burning away until they became nothing but charred remains.

     Her shadows had gone quiet, and when she looked down, she realized that they had disappeared entirely as if they had never existed. 

     Rhys finally met her gaze, and she gave him a pleading look. He shook his head slightly at the girl.

     Estella noticed Eris standing with his mother, his arm around her protectively. She was always surprised by how fiercely he protected her. Whenever she mentioned the female, he got defensive.

"I still have a small portion of my power left," Rhys said into Estella's mind. "I've secured Velaris. I've informed our family what happened. You need to lie low, Estella. I will find you when I can."

"I'm scared," Estella admitted to him, eyes wide.

"I know," he said. "Just stay away from her until I can get to you, and you'll be fine."

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[azriels-shadowsinger]

Hi! Can I please request 1 and 16 for Cassian x reader 🥹

“He treats me well-" "Okay good for you." "-but he isn't you."

Cassian x Reader

wc: 1.3k

a/n: so i couldn’t decide how i wanted to combine those 2 different prompts so i’m just writing 2 separate cassian fics i’m sorry. working on the other one right now, but for now here’s this!

warnings: angst, slight suggestiveness at the end

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Cassian was sick of it. He was sick of watching you date these undeserving males, fall in love with them, and then get your heart broken. Every single time, you run to him to console you. And every single time, he wipes away your tears and assures you that somewhere out there, there is someone who will love you and treat you right. Little do you know, he’s silently praying to the Mother that one day he can be that person for you. Not so silently, he prays that the stupid prick that broke your heart will drown in the Sidra, which usually earns a laugh from you.

Currently, Cassian was trying to keep the irritated expression off of his face as you told him about your most recent date with some new guy.

“He even paid for dinner! How sweet of him, right Cass?” You ask excitedly.

Bare fucking minimum, Cassian thought.

“That’s great y/n.” The words come out a bit more annoyed than intended, making you frown.

“What’s your problem?” You ask.

“Nothing.” He mutters.

“Bullshit, Cass. Did I do something to piss you off?” You try to think back over the past few hours to remember what you did to upset him, but nothing comes to mind.

“I just don’t really care to hear about yet another male that you think is your one true love, who will inevitably break your heart in a week.” You stare at him, stunned.

“Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to talk about my love life to my best friend.” You argue stubbornly. He lets out a laugh.

“I wouldn’t call getting broken up with every other month a love life, sweetheart.” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth, but it was too late.

“Fuck you, Cassian.” You storm off before he can even apologize.

———

Unsurprisingly, the new guy ended up being a jerk and stood you up the following evening. You had waited at the restaurant for over an hour, earning apologetic looks from the waitress.

Cassian tried to act casual while he sat on the couch at the House of Wind, waiting for you to return from your date. He picked up some random book that Azriel had left and began scanning the pages when you winnowed home. Cassian can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, admiring your stunning figure accentuated by your dress. As soon as his gaze reaches your face, he notices the tears threatening to spill and stands up immediately. He debates walking over to comfort you with a hug or letting you come to him, still unsure if you are mad at him.

“I don’t want to hear ‘I told you so.’ And I know you don’t want to hear about my dating life anymore, so I’m going to bed.” You rush from the room quickly, leaving Cassian alone once again.

Yeah, you’re definitely still mad. Cassian has to fight the urge to follow you. He knows how your brain spirals in these situations, blaming yourself and doubting your self-worth, all because of a stupid male. He wants so badly to go up to your room and console you. He wants to wipe your tears like always and say some idiotic joke to make you laugh. More than anything, he wants to reassure you that this isn’t your fault. But he can’t, so he just sighs and sits back on the couch, picking up the book again.

———

It had been a few weeks since you and Cassian had a proper conversation, both of you too stubborn break the silence first. There had been a few short exchanges, usually just during training or when others were around, but the tension was apparent to everyone.

Cassian had heard from Mor that Feyre set you up with one of her artist friends, Kallum. He can’t be mad at his High Lady for doing what she thinks is best for her friend, but gods he was pissed about it.

You had gone on several dates with him over the past few weeks. He overheard you telling Feyre about them, describing the romantic gesture that Kallum made recently.

Was this it? Would this be the male who finally stole his best friend from him for good? If this male is a friend of Feyre’s, he must be a good guy.

Cassian hurries past the sitting area, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, but somehow you catch his eye. He can’t help but notice the flicker of sadness in your stare.

———

After four weeks of stubborn silence, you approach Cassian at training.

“Hey.” He turns to you, surprised.

“Uh, hey y/n.” He notices that you’re picking at your nails, a nervous habit from when you were a kid.

“So, I’m bringing Kallum to dinner tomorrow evening. To meet everyone.” You say awkwardly.

Oh.

“I know you and I are still in a weird place, but can you please be nice? I want to make a good impression and see what everyone thinks of him.” You bit your bottom lip nervously.

“Why do you care what we all think of him?” He huffs.

“Because I care what my family and friends think of the person I’m dating.” You counter defensively.

“Do you really? Or do you need us to like him in order to convince yourself you like him too?” You scowl, but Cassian has that stupid cocky smirk on his face. He’s not wrong, which only pisses you off more. You had tried desperately to like Kallum. He’s a nice guy and he seems to like you a lot, but you just couldn’t find a spark between you two.

“He’s a good guy Cassian!” Your face turns red and you are too flustered to come up with a more clever response.

“If you say so.” Cassian rolls his eyes. You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, not him.

“He is! He treats me well!” You argue.

“Okay, good for you.” He says sarcastically. You stay silent for a long moment. Cassian turns to leave, not wanting to argue any longer.

“He treats me well…but he isn’t you.” You say softly.

Cassian freezes. Surely, he misheard you. He turns back to face you and is faced with the vulnerable expression on your face.

“Seeing as you don’t seem to want to be my friend anymore, there’s no point in hiding it any longer.” He takes a long stride towards you and takes your face in his hands.

“You’re right. I don’t want to be friends anymore.” Cassian presses his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You melt into his touch and tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss quickly turns heated, and you let out a soft moan. Cassian pulls away, and you give him a confused look.

“As much as I want to continue this, sweetheart, I plan to take you to dinner first. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated on a date.” He leans in close, brushing his lips over the shell of your ear. “And then maybe I can show you how you deserve to be treated in bed as well.” Your face turns bright red, and you nod. Cassian lets go of you, but you pull him in for another kiss, this one lasting a bit longer than the last.

“I should probably go break up with Kallum.” You giggle between kisses. Cassian growls at the mention of another male’s name and pulls you closer.

“That is the last breakup you are ever going to have. I’ve waited 500 years for this, I’m sure as hell not going to mess it up.”

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