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Couch Wars // Rhysand x Reader
Summary: In which a petty argument leads to Rhysand proving just how impossible he can be (Fluff)
Word Count: 710
The bedroom felt too quiet without him. The argument had been stupidâa silly spat over who forgot to wash the training leathersâbut both of you had let it spiral. Rhysand, with his calm, infuriating smirk, and you, with your dramatic flair. Neither of you would back down. So, here you were, dragging a blanket off the bed and storming into the living room like a martyr.
The couch wasnât even comfortable. You huffed as you threw the blanket down, trying to convince yourself you didnât care. As you curled up, staring at the dim light filtering in from the balcony, you heard footsteps behind you.
âWhat are you doing?â Rhysandâs voice broke the silence, smooth and curious. You didnât turn to face him.
âIâm sleeping here tonight,â you declared, voice clipped.
He walked closer, his silhouette casting a shadow over you. âOn the couch?â
âYes, on the couch. Away from you.â
Rhys crouched beside you, his violet eyes catching the faint light. He tilted his head, studying you like you were the most perplexing puzzle heâd ever encountered. âDarling, this is ridiculous.â
You huffed, clutching the blanket tighter. âWell, I donât want to sleep next to someone who refuses to admit theyâre wrong.â
His lips twitched. âFunny. I was thinking the same thing about you.â
âGo away, Rhysand.â
Instead of leaving, he sank onto the couch beside you, one arm draping over your waist. He pulled you close with maddening ease, his scentânight-chilled wind and cedarâwashing over you.
âLet go,â you muttered, squirming out of his grip. You flopped onto the other end of the couch, making your displeasure obvious.
Rhysand sighed exaggeratedly, the sound so theatrical it might have earned a laugh if you werenât so irritated. âIf this is how you want to play it, fine.â In one swift motion, he stood, grabbed you, and tossed you over his shoulder.
âRhysand!â you shrieked, pounding on his back. Your laughter betrayed your indignation. âPut me down!â
âNo can do,â he said, striding toward the bedroom. âThis is for your own good.â
âYouâre insufferable!â
âAnd youâre adorable when youâre angry.â
Youâd barely managed to argue before he reached the bed. Rhysand tossed you onto the mattress with an unceremonious plop, climbing over you before you could escape. He pinned your wrists above your head, his weight caging you in.
âLet me go,â you pouted, your bottom lip jutting out dramatically, eyes narrowing into a glare that mightâve been intimidating⌠if he didnât find it so endearing.
His grin was devastating. âNot until you admit youâre being a brat.â
Your glare could have cut glass. âNot until you say youâre sorry.â
Rhysandâs gaze softened, though amusement still danced in his eyes. He leaned closer, his breath brushing your cheek, his voice dropping to that intoxicating murmur. âSorry.â
You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
âI said Iâm sorry, darling. For whatever grievous crime Iâve committed.â
You hesitated, your stubbornness warring with the warmth blooming in your chest. Finally, you sighed. âIâm sorry too.â
A grin split his face, one so radiant it made your chest ache. âSee? That wasnât so hard.â
You scowled, but your lips twitched upward despite your best efforts. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd youâre irresistible.â He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, each touch lingering and soft. When he pulled back, his expression was unbearably smug. âNow, no more couch dramatics. Agreed?â
You rolled your eyes but smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. âFine. But only because Iâm too tired to fight you anymore.â
âWhatever you need to tell yourself, my love.â
As he settled beside you, his arms pulling you close, you realized the fight didnât matter. Not when the night ended like thisâhis warmth surrounding you, his steady heartbeat under your ear, a constant reminder of everything you shared. The silence stretched, comfortable and soothing now, until you finally murmured, âIâm still mad about the leathers.â
Rhysand chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath your cheek. âNoted. Iâll make sure theyâre spotless tomorrow. Anything else, my high-maintenance darling?â
âJust one thing,â you muttered, your lips curving into a sly smile. âNext time, Iâm throwing you onto the couch.â
âBold words,â he teased, pressing another kiss to your hair. âBut weâll see about that.â
#rhysand#rhysand x reader#acotar#rhysand imagine#acotar fanfiction#acotar x reader#rhysand fluff#batboys#batboys fluff#rhys acotar#rhys#rhys x reader#rhys imagine#rhys fluff
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Hi!!! Could you possibly do a fluffy Rhys x reader where reader isnât really into pda but the second her and Rhys are behind closed doors she becomes physically affectionate with him? She will show affection publicly every now and then but likes to keep it private for the most part.
Touch starved
Rhysand x f!Reader
Masterlist
Warnings; none, maybe a bit suggestive?
Hello I hope you enjoy the way i wrote your request
Rhysand always enjoyed showing off, it didnât matter where he was, he didnât care about the occasion meaning that he would steal the spotlight even at someoneâs wedding. So, when he found his mate, he wanted to show her off to the entire world. He also wanted to show everyone that she belonged to him. Imagine the shock when he realized that you donât like to show your affection in public. He was devastated at first but after the first time you spent time in public for more than a few hours he realized how good it felt when you were alone, how more affectionate you became because you were touch starved. Like today⌠Nesta decided to celebrate her birthday at a tavern which was kind of odd, but everyone agreed since you wanted to make the day about her and only her. You were sitting next to Rhysand as you talked with Cassian and Mor. Your knee touching your mateâs under the table being the only action of love for the time being. Rhysand felt irritated and he could feel your desperation to touch him through the bond but being the stubborn female you were he knew that you wouldnât budge. It had been more than 15 hours since the last time you two were alone and your body was literally shaking with need, your shy nature though dreaded the idea of touching your dashing mate.
âY/n are you listening?â Cassian asked with a worried look.
Your eyes focused back on him, and you shook your head trying to put your thoughts in order. âYeah⌠no⌠sorry Iâm just tiredâ you sighed.
âHoney, you donât look good maybe you should head homeâ Mor suggested softly and caressed your upper arm.
Rhys immediately turned to you with furrowed eyebrows âAre you okay love?â
âI think we should go homeâ you replied and glanced at Nesta who was having the time of her life with her sisters. âI think she will be okayâ.
Rhys smiled and being the amazing mate that he is he stood up and grabbed your hand leading you outside while also saying quick goodbyes to his friends.
The moment you stepped into your shared house you sighed in delight and ran to your room to get changed.
âSo are you really tired or you couldnât resist me anymore?â Rhys smirked when he walked into the room making you wonder if he somehow planted the need in your head.
You changed into your nightgown and glanced at him. âJust tiredâ you shrugged and slipped in your bed.
Rhys stopped undressing and looked at you with a cocked eyebrow making you giggle.
âYouâre such a bad liarâ he gave you his feline smile and crawled on the bed.
âCome hereâ you opened your arms and legs for him to lie on top of you. When he made himself comfortable between your legs with his head resting on your chest you smiled and started caressing his hair with one hand and his bare back with the other.
He hummed and relaxed on top of you carefully though so he wouldnât crush you.
After a while you lowered yourself and planted kisses on top of his head making him moan and tighten his arms around your middle. His scent clouded your senses, the scent of smoke and whiskey with just a small hint of something sweet made you inhale sharply while your hand trembled on top of his velvety skin.
âFeels so niceâ he murmured, and you smiled.
âŠâË.ââžââşââ§
Morning came and you woke up alone stretching over his side of the bed trying to find some of his familiar warmth. After a few minutes you huffed because it wasnât enough and left the room in search for your mate. You tiptoed into his office where he was seated on his big chair, legs spread wide as he read a book.
âThere you areâ you said softly and approached him. He gave you a sweet smile and you took a seat on his lap.
âHiâ you murmured and rubbed your cheek on the base of his neck touching your cold nose on his warm and soft skin earning a chuckle from him.
âMissed me?â He asked and started caressing your hair with one hand while the other held the book.
âYou know I canât stay away from youâ you smiled and wrapped your hands around his torso. âWish I could stay here all dayâ
You felt his chest moving sharply as he let out a small laugh âthen thatâs what weâll doâ he replied and got comfortable.
Thatâs how you spent your day, on his lap prepping small kisses on his neck and chest while he read his book with a sweet smile on his face
@littlest-w01f , @zara-aliza08
#acotar#acotar series#rhysand#acotar fanfiction#rhysand x y/n#rhysand acotar#rhys acotar#rhysand x reader#high lord rhysand#rhys x reader#night court#acotar fanfic#acotar fandom#acowar#a court of thorns and roses#acosf#a court of silver flames#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#velaris#high lord of the night court#cassian acotar
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WORKS IN PROGRESS & QUOTES !
im trying to get back into writing, so heres a list of all the series wips shoved away in my mind and some of my favorite scenes/quotes from them<3
Cicada Song - Azriel x Reader
The cicadas always came back, no matter how long theyâd been silent. Azriel thought it was funny, in a wayâhow they waited, patient and buried, until it was time to scream.
Anatomy of Dependence - Azriel x Reader
Your hands were shaking when you reached for him. He wanted to tell you to stopâthat you didnât have to touch the ruin of him. But he let you. Because Azriel had never been good at turning you away, and maybe, just maybe, a part of him wanted to see if youâd flinch. If youâd finally see the darkness for what it was and walk away. But you didnât. Your hands shook and you held on anyway.
An Education in Malice - Azriel x Reader
The words curled in your chest, bitter and sweet at the same time. A part of you, the child who had never stopped wanting his approval, allowed herself to feel something like warmth, like the satisfaction of a long-held desire finally being fulfilled. It made you want to turn your face away, ashamed.
House of Hunger - Eris x Reader
You hated him sometimesâhis silence, his indifference, the way he managed to make you feel like you were reaching for something that would never be yours. But then there were moments like this, rare and fleeting, where you saw beyond the arrogance and the fire to the male underneath. And that male terrified you. Because he wasnât cruel or cold. He was kind, and broken, and so impossibly alone that it made you ache in ways you didnât want to admit.
One Summer - Azriel x Reader
âTell me about it,â he said, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned in just enough for your noses to brush. His hand slid to cup your jaw, thumb caressing the curve of your cheek. âIâm over here popping a boner every time you smile at me like some hormonal teenager.â You couldnât help itâyou burst out laughing, your body shaking against his as you playfully smacked his chest. âOh my god, Az,â you groaned, half-embarrassed, half-amused. âI better stop smiling at you then.â
Lights, Camera, Action! - Rhysand x Reader
Lucien crossed his arms. âIâm not scared. I was startled, okay? Because you donât have a dog.â He gestured wildly to Hero, as if needing proof that this isnât just a strange hallucination. âYou never mentioned a dog.â You grinned, giving Hero a little nudge forward as if presenting him formally. âWell, I do now.â âSince when?â âSince about twelve hours ago,â you said casually, as though adopting a dog on impulse is a perfectly reasonable, everyday thing. "Keep up."
In The Wake of Spring - Azriel x Reader x Eris (Azris x Reader)
Azriel had been ready to tear Lucien apart for even a taste of Elain. That was jealousy. That was claiming. But this was different. When he watched Eris lean toward you, your eyes locking in a way that had nothing to do with the others in the room, Azriel didn't feel the fire that once ignited within him. Instead, he felt a space open up inside him, a soft place where you both fit. Warm. Strange.
When Ghosts Call Us Home - Cassian x Reader
Centuries. Thatâs how long it had been since he'd last seen youâcenturiesâand yet, when he looked at you now, it was as if the years hadnât existed at all. You looked different, sureâolder, softer, but still undeniably you. There was a quiet strength in you that had only grown, a kind of peace he hadn't imagined possible after everything. He had expected time to change you in ways he couldnât recognize, but you'd only expanded into yourself, like you were now something both older and more familiar all at once. It made his heart ache. Oh gods, how he wished he could've watched you grow into the female he watched now. He felt robbed.
Hidden Things - Lucien x Reader
Lucien's chuckles faded into something quieter. You caught your breath, wiping a tear from your eye as your laughter died down. And then you realized he was staring at you, his eyes distant, like he wasn't fully there anymore. âWhat?â you asked, âDo I have something on my face?â âNo, nothing," he said as he cleared his throat. Lucien looked away for a second, but his eyes inevitably found yours again. âItâs just⌠you remind me of someone.â The air around you shifted slightly. You didn't miss the way his voice dipped, or the flicker of something deeper in his expression. Your smile softened as you turned fully toward him, leaning just a bit closer. âDo... do you love this someone?â Lucian stilled. For a moment, he looked almost startled. But then he took a breath, glanced down at his hands, and then back up at you. And smiled. âYeah,â he said finally, his voice tender. âI really loved them.â
im such a deep lover of series y'all. i just love writing the process of falling in love, but i also have soo many one-shots, so i might make one of these for those, too <3
#ngl half of these WILL be scrapped#but just for funsies#for yall#my wips#rae rambles#azriel x reader#rhysand x reader#eris x reader#eris vanserra x reader#lucien x reader#lucien vanserra x reader#cassian x reader
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Rhys: You look gorgeous, Y/n
Y/n: You're not even looking at me
Rhys: I know, but Azriel's heart just started beating faster
Azriel:
Y/n:
Azriel: Fuck you
#azriel x you#x reader#acotar azriel#azriel acotar#azriel x reader#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x y/n#azriel#rhysand#rhysand x reader#incorrect rhysand quotes#incorrect azriel quotes#incorrect acotar quotes#acotar
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acotar men + twitter nsfw links.
âuh-huh, come play with my pussy!â
pairing: acotar men x f!reader
summary: visual links of how the acotar men fuck đ
warnings: nsfw, porn links, squirting, handjobs, blowjobs, rough sex, teasing, spitting, slapping, public sex, messy makeout session
amaraâs note: yum and if you canât see the links, remove safe search on web reader then go back to twitter
azriel
when everyoneâs out
spitting before eating you out
backshots pov
breeding aftermath
head game goes crazy!
put it in and letâs watch tv!
fingering turns you into a squirting mess
jerking off inside
hungry!
rhysand
can i suck your tits while you ride?
squirting all over his cock while he fucks you
rubbing your clit every morning
slow strokes hit so deep!
arching just the way he likes it
iâll stroke you if you finger me, deal?
canât keep my hands off your cock, sorry
take it off, i want it raw
cassian
i miss you, letâs facetime later
sloppy, sloppy makeout session
drooling for a taste
size difference? yes!
letâs make a movie but you gotta be quiet!
you said you were stressed? let me take care of you
creampie compilation
giddy up cowgirl!
throat grab
eris
gotta tease before entering
couch fun
be my personal fucktoy
think you can take it all?
post argument sex
i really, really wanna suck you off
69 double pleasure
deepthroat training
lucien
cumming on his cock
the size difference is crazy
he fucks roughly when heâs mad
no one loves titty fucking more than him
slow handjobs is the quickest way to get bent
lucien found your toy and uses it on you
facial
late night quickie
#talkswithamara#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#azriel#acotar x reader#acotar imagine#rhysand#eris vanserra#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x yn#azriel fic#azriel imagine#azriel fanfic#rhysand acotar#rhys#rhysand x reader#rhys x reader#rhys acotar#cassian fanfic#cassian a court of thorns and roses#eris vanserra acotar#eris vanserra fic#eris vanserra x reader#cassian x reader#lucien vanserra x reader#azriel x reader#azriel acotar#cassian#lucien vanserra#high lord rhysand
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Acotar Men Fic Recs
** Updated 03/07/2024 **
I already made a list for azriel which was actually meant as a list for all the characters I read for but I read a lot more of azriel fics because he's my baby and the list was getting too long. So here are the rest of the characters and I also added some more azzy drabbles sorry
Rhysand
@azsazz
dioxazine part 2 - fluff, smut, modern au, art school au
the lord's work - smut
if you should die before you wake - smut, rhys x cass x azriel x reader
just hold on - smut
a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series
double duty - smut, rhys x reader x cass
what's mine - smut, rhys x eris x reader
lavender haze - fluff, suggestive
@tadpolesonalgae
mine - smut, check warnings!
knocked up - smut
vampire!rhysand drabble - smut
professor!rhys headcanons part 2 - smut
soothing - fluff, aftercare
@leafsandstarlight
easy like sunday morning - fluff, smut
@azrielbrainrot
my body keeps saying it's yours - smut
all over my skin - smut, rhys x reader x azriel
@writingsbychlo
home to us - fluff
rhys as a pleasure dom - smut - technically a drabble? blurb?
@azrielscrown
mirror mirror - smut
daylight - fluff
@acourtofwhatthefuck
shrinking violet - smut
@shadowdaddies
if i catch you i fuck you - smut
@fieldofdaisiies
rhysand... - drabble, smut
Cassian
@azsazz
mirror mirror - smut
take it - smut
a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series
@tadpolesonalgae
on the strategy board - smut
pools of sunlight - fluff
@leafsandstarlight
halley's comet - angst, smut
@princess-tulip-writes
drabble - smut - az x cass x reader
@fieldofdaisiies
cassian... - drabble
@illyrianbitch
words of affirmation - fluff
Eris
@acourtofmenandthirst
runaway - angst, smut
fox hunting - smut
closed until further notice - fluff, smut, coffee shop au
smut blurb
smut blurb II
@leafsandstarlight
destiny's battleground - angst, smut
my lovely throne - smut
despite our differences - angst, smut, series
the prince of blood part 2 part 3 - vampire!eris
@tadpolesonalgae
servitude - smut
thumb prints - smut
@serpentandlily
sly fox, dumb bunny - series
@azsazz
the burning of the autumn leaves and the roaring of my yearning heart - angst, smut
soul on fire - smut
a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series
@azrielbrainrot
fire on fire - angst?
mind over matter - angst?
@gothicbabydollz
riding eris' face - smut, drabble
riding eris' thigh - smut, drabble
@honeybeefae
cauldron fated - angst, smut
@princess-tulip-writes
making out with eris while giving him a handjob - smut, drabble
praise kink eris - smut, drabble
@fieldofdaisiies
eris' hands... - drabble
eris... - drabble
@theostrophywife
like you wanna be loved - fluff
Lucien
@tadpolesonalgae
solecist night - smut
@acourtofwhatthefuck
yell at me again - smut
personal problem - smut
the moon on a string - fluff
@princess-tulip-writes
drabble - smut
drabble - smut, az x lucien x reader (kind of)
@gothicbabydollz
dom lucien - smut, human!reader
@fieldofdaisiies
lucien... - smut
@ceoofyearning
say yes to heaven - fluff
Helion
@leafsandstarlight
a high lord's scholar - fluff
@tadpolesonalgae
new mechanisms - smut
sweet like peaches - smut
#azriel smut#azriel x reader#rhysand smut#rhysand x reader#rhys x reader#cassian x reader#cassian smut#eris vanserra x reader#eris vanserra smut#eris x reader#lucien vanserra smut#lucien vanserra x reader#helion x reader#helion smut
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juliaâs favorites ! (vii)
⥠- fluff ; ⤠- angst ; â - series
criminal minds
⥠can we have one? - spencer reid, wife!reader ft. platonic!aaron hotchner, platonic!jack hotchner
âł @qlossytbh
âĄâ¤ cryptic - spencer reid
âł @pathologicalreid
â¤âĄ itâs not your fault - spencer reid
âł @dreamsontheirway
⥠in the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life - spencer reid
âł @cerisereids
âĄâ¤ 24 hours - spencer reid
âł @radiant-reid
⥠blurb - derek morgan
⥠blurb - aaron hotchner, pregnant!reader
âł @luveline
⥠sweet and right and merciful - spencer reid
âł @januaryembrs
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a court of thorns and roses
â just a little bit of your heart - azriel, pregnant!reader
âł @fieldofdaisiies
â not again - azriel (throne of glass crossover!)
âł @fanwarriorfictions
⥠take it off - azriel ft. platonic!cassian
âł @florencemtrash
âĄâ¤ shadows entwined - azriel
âĄâ¤ shadows of secrets - azriel, archeron!reader
â¤âĄ secrets with the shadowsinger - azriel, tamlinâs sister!reader
âł @small-z24
âĄâ¤ take it slow - azriel, cassian, rhysand (poly!)
⥠late night drive - modern!cassian
âł @danikamariewrites
⥠finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)
âł @marvelsmylife
⥠head in the clouds - rhysand
âł @serpentandlily
â¤âĄ the time travellerâs husband - rhysand
âł @utterlyotterlyx
⤠we lay here - cassian
âł @invisible-lint
âĄâ¤ (what if?) all i need is you - azriel
âł @empiresofstorm
⥠azrielâs girls - azriel
âł @daycourtofficial
âĄâ¤ long story short - single dad!cassian, best friend!reader
âł @flickering-chandelier
���⥠here without you - azriel
âł @readychilledwine
⥠body count - azriel
âł @illyrianbitch
⥠scratches - azriel
âł @padyprongs
⥠iâve been waiting for you â azriel, seer!reader
⥠iâve been waiting for you (bonus) â azriel, seer!reader
âł @prythianpages
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marauders
âĄâ¤ thank you, mclaggen - james potter
⥠whimsical!reader - james potter, remus lupin, sirius black (poly!)
⥠peace & quiet [& sirius] - regulus black, mute!reader
âł @ellecdc
⥠blurb - remus lupin
âł @ahqkas
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marvel
⥠finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)
âł @marvelsmylife
⤠1 missed call - tasm!peter parker
âł @liz-allyn
â¤âĄ the last time - tasm!peter parker
âł @wokeupinmars
â¤âĄ he hates me, doesnât he? - bucky barnes
âł @winterarmyy
âĄâ¤ laryngitis - bucky barnes
âł @skaye44
⥠drunk!reader - bucky barnes
âł @infictionalwonderland
â¤âĄ you were my sunshine - bucky barnes
âł @literaryavenger
~
dc
⤠through the fire - jason todd ft. batmom!reader
âł @hannibals-favourite-meal
~
jujutsu kaisen
âĄâ¤ college boy!sukuna accidentally knocking you up - modern!sukuna, pregnant!reader
âł @yuujispinkhair
â divider â @bunnysrph
#âÂˇË ŕź * juliaâs favs !#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#derek morgan x reader#acotar x reader#azriel x reader#cassian x reader#rhysand x reader#eris vanserra x reader#marauders x reader#harry potter x reader#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#sirius black x reader#regulus black x reader#poly!marauders x reader#peter parker x reader#tasm!peter parker x reader#tasm!peter x reader#bucky barnes x reader#avengers x reader#jason todd x reader#bruce wayne x reader#batmom!reader#dc x reader#marvel x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader
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Unveiled Pleasures
Day 4: Virgin | Rhysand x Reader word count: 4.3k authorâs note: this was not a kink i thought i had but during planning, the thought of rhys getting a dark look in his eyes, losing himself and going feral when he finds outâŚâŚ yum :) ⌠. Kinktober Masterlist . âŚ
A blizzard rages outside, snow swirling in the darkness. Itâs been relentless; for two days, its winds clawed at windows and howled through the night. Snow accumulates in thick drifts outside, burying Velaris in a frosty silence. Inside the townhouse, the warmth of the fireplace provides a cozy, safe haven.
You and Rhysand are curled up together on the couch, wrapped in a heavy blanket. The house is quiet; Amren is back at her apartment, Cassian is in Illyria (Gods help him, you canât imagine the storm there), Azrielâs away on reconnaissance, and Mor winnowed to the cabin last night, claiming she needed some âalone time.â But you had a feeling she just wanted to leave the two of you here, together.Â
Youâve known each other for centuries, since you were all young and reckless, before the world became complicated. Over the years, youâve become more than friends â youâve become constant in each otherâs lives, someone to rely on through war, heartbreak, and everything in between. For a while, there was something between you â something unspoken but undeniably there. The way his hands lingered when he touched you, or how youâd catch him looking at you a little too long.
But whatever it was, it never grew beyond that. Time passed, and eventually, it seemed like heâd moved on. You told yourself you had, too. You never let it become a big deal, never let it interfere with the easy friendship you shared. It was just⌠there, hovering in the background, a feeling youâd long since learned to live with. And now was no different, chatting and playing card games on the couch, sharing a blanket by the fireplace. You wouldâve thought it cliche if not for the fact that youâd been in this exact scenario more times than you could count â and nothing had happened.
Nothing will happen.Â
âPlace feels off,â you muse absently, shuffling the two cards in your hand as you consider your next move.
Rhysand chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. âOff how? Too quiet without Cass?â
A small smile tugs at your lips. âWell, yeah, that⌠but also just calmer.â You glance up at him, noticing the way the firelight casts soft shadows across his face. âWeâre usually out doing something or surrounded by other people. Just not used to this much quiet, I guess.â
He nods thoughtfully, drawing a card from the deck and placing it face up next to the 10 of clubs. Ace of hearts. âThatâs true,â he agrees, glancing at the cards on the blanket. âBut itâs a nice change of pace, donât you think? A well-deserved one.â
You eye your own cards â 10 of spades and ace of clubs â two pair. You toss two peppermints into the makeshift betting pool. âRaise. Itâs definitely safer,â you say with a shrug.
Rhys matches your bet, tossing in two more mints. âSafer? From what? Drunk fae trying to chat you up? Or Cassian making an ass of himself with every female in sight?â His brow quirks up as a grin spreads across his face.Â
You burst out laughing, the image of Cassianâs failed attempts at flirtation all too vivid. âBoth, actually,â you manage between fits of laughter, shaking your head. âThat last time at Ritaâs⌠that was something.â
Leaning back against the couch, he shakes his head with a mischievous grin. âDo you remember that awful line Cass used on that poor girl? Something about his sword andââ
You burst out laughing, nearly doubling over. âOh gods, donât remind me. He really thought he was being clever.â
Rhys chuckles, rubbing his jaw. âHe always thinks heâs clever. Like thisââ He suddenly leans toward you, his voice dropping into a ridiculous impression of Cassianâs deep tone. âYou ever heard the phrase, âbigger the sword, bigger theâ'â
You both dissolve into laughter before he can finish, your sides aching from how ridiculous it sounds.
He grins, gaze still playful as he mimics Cassian again, this time reaching out and gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. âBut then heâd get all serious,â Rhys murmurs, his voice dropping lower, soft and teasing now. âHeâd do this⌠look into her eyes and say, âI could spend hours just watching the way you blush, imagining what else I could do to make you look like that.ââ
The sudden shift in his tone and the warmth of his hand against your cheek make your breath catch. You freeze, the playful atmosphere suddenly charged. He holds your gaze, the firelight flickering in his violet eyes, and for a moment, itâs hard to remember this is supposed to be a joke.Â
You laugh, but itâs quieter now, more nervous. âCassian really said that?â you ask, but itâs hardly louder than a whisper.Â
Rhys doesnât drop his hand, his thumb absentmindedly brushing your skin as he looks at you. âWell,â he says softly, his smile softer now, uncertain. âMaybe not like that⌠but, I guess⌠something like it.â You feel your face grow warm, a quiet tension slipping between you. His eyes search yours, and something unspoken passes between you both â something neither of you can ignore anymore.Â
His voice is quieter when he speaks again, as though heâs only just noticing the change himself. âYou okay?â
The question feels loaded like thereâs more behind it than just casual concern. You nod, but your voice is stuck in your throat. You canât tear your gaze away from his. Heâs still so close. Rhys leans in slightly, his thumb moving to brush along your jawline now, the motion slower, more deliberate than before. His eyes flicker over your features, lingering on your lips for just a second too long.Â
You swallow, heart pounding. âJust⌠surprised.â
âSurprised?â His brow lifts slightly, but his tone is softer, more serious now. âBy what?â
By the way his touch sends a ripple of heat through you, by how your heart races under the intensity of his gaze. You donât say that though. Instead, you let out a shaky laugh, trying to play it off. âThat youâre taking this Cass impression so seriously.â
Rhys huffs a quiet laugh, but it doesnât reach his eyes. His fingers pause for a second, lingering on your neck. He doesnât move away. âIâm not, really⌠just⌠Youâre looking at me differently,â he says softly, almost like heâs noticing it for the first time. The room feels suddenly smaller, the crackling fire and storm outside fading into the background.Â
You hold his gaze, your heart pounding. Thereâs a question in his eyes, and you canât help but feel the pull between you growing stronger. Youâre both so close now, the warmth of his skin against yours more pronounced.Â
Without breaking eye contact, Rhysâ hand gently slides down to rest at the back of your neck, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze drops to your lips, and for a moment, time seems to stretch.
He leans in slowly, giving you the chance to pull away. His lips brush against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. Itâs a slow exploration, a testing of the waters. When you donât move away, his kiss deepens, his lips melding with yours as the warmth between you ignites into something more intense.Â
As the kiss between you and Rhysand grows more heated, the heat becomes almost unbearable. Clothes are shed in a frenzy of passion, and you find yourself in your undergarments, sinking to your knees on the plush carpet before him. The firelight flickers across the room, casting a warm glow that dances over both of you. You start to reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs, but suddenly, uncertainty creeps in. Your hands falter, and you pull back just enough to look up at him, a mixture of nervousness and determination in your eyes.
âIâm not really sure what to do,â you admit, your voice trembling slightly. âItâs my first time.â
Rhysandâs eyes widen, his expression shifting from surprise to an intense, almost reverent focus. He takes a moment to process your confession, clearly stunned.
He speaks softly, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. âAfter all these centuries, youâre stillââ
He pauses, searching for the right words. âYouâre still a virgin?â His gaze sharpens, the intensity of his stare turning into something more primal.Â
When your only response is a nod, a slow, hungry smile spreads across his lips. âGods, thatâs incredible,â he breathes, his voice low and tinged with a dark thrill. Leaning in, his breath warms your ear. âYou have no idea how much that turns me on. The thought of being the first one to touch you like thisâŚâ His hand slides over your head, fingers threading through your hair with a possessive caress. âThe first to make you feel things youâve neverâŚâ He inhales deeply, his nose brushing against your neck, ââfelt beforeâŚâ
Rhysand pulls back slightly, his hand gently gripping your chin, and he tilts your face up to meet his eyes. âYou have no idea how much Iâm going to enjoy this⌠Guiding you through it, showing you everythingâŚâ His eyes flash with a mix of hunger and satisfaction. He traces his thumb over your lips, his touch charged.Â
âNot everything; Iâve read romance novels,â you clarify, shifting your weight back onto your calves.
Rhysandâs lips twitch and he lets out the barest breath of a scoff, shaking his head as if in awe. His eyes flicker with a dark amusement as his hand trails from your jaw to the nape of your neck, fingers toying with your hair. âRomance novels,â he repeats, his tone light, but the glint in his eyes betrays something darker. His thumb brushes your cheek, and his lips curve into a slow, teasing smile. âWell, then⌠youâre practically an expert, arenât you?â
You feel the weight of his gaze as you fumble for a response, a nervous laugh bubbling up. âWell, I meanââ
Rhysand cuts you off, his voice edged with raw desire. âIâm going to show you everything you need to know.â His grip on your hair tightens just slightly, his eyes locked onto yours with a possessive intensity. âJust focus on me and let me take control,â he murmurs, his voice low. âIf you need anything, you speak up, alright?â The intensity in his gaze makes you feel like youâre melting.
You nod, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement, and his gaze doesnât waver. His fingers trail lightly over your collarbone and down to the swell of your chest, his touch a teasing whisper against your skin. With a deep breath, you lean forward, your hands cautiously pulling down his underwear, and Rhysandâs breath hitches slightly as you expose him. âThatâs it,â he murmurs, his hand resting lightly on your head, guiding you as you lower yourself, taking him into your mouth.
The room is filled with the soft sounds of your movements and his encouraging murmurs. As you cautiously take him into your mouth, you focus on finding a rhythm, the unfamiliar texture and warmth making your pulse race. Your hands rest lightly on his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles as you move. Each gentle stroke is executed with trepidation and eagerness, guided by Rhysandâs soft, approving sounds.
Rhysandâs hands gently cradle your head, his grip firm but tender. âDamn,â he groans, his tone laced with surprise. âYouâre a natural.â His praise sends a shiver through you, mingling with the heat of your desire. Though he guides you slightly, his touch remains light and encouraging. His voice drops to a low murmur, filled with adoration. âThatâs it, just like that,â he urges, his breath hitching as you experiment with different motions. His nails gently graze your scalp, and he lets out a soft, appreciative groan when you press a flat tongue to the underside of his cock. âYou feel so good, baby. Just keep going, youâre making me lose my mind.â
Every word from him makes you more determined to continue, your movements growing more confident as his reactions heighten your arousal. âYou can take me deeper, I know you can,â he murmurs, his voice low and urgent. âYouâre doing so well, you got it,â and his hips start bucking into your mouth. Your own breathing becomes shallow as your throat constricts around him, the new sensation is overwhelming yet intoxicating.
With a low groan of approval, Rhysand suddenly shifts, his hands coming to rest of your shoulders. âHold on a moment,â he says, helping you up from the floor, and guiding you back onto the couch with him, a dark hungry glint in his eyes.Â
A hand reaches under you, deftly unclipping your bra with a single, smooth motion. He moves the other to the waistband of your underwear, and he slides both off of you tantalizingly slowly. He discards them with a casual flick, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable under his intense, appreciative gaze.Â
âGo on, letâs get you a bit more comfortable,â he says, adjusting you with deliberate care so youâre sprawled out comfortably across the couch. His gaze smolders with hunger as he moves between your legs, his breath fanning over your inner thigh.Â
The anticipation is almost unbearable as he begins to tease, his tongue a tantalizing caress that makes you gasp and shiver. The sounds of his enjoyment mingling with yours create a symphony of shared desire, each touch sending waves of sensation through your body.Â
Just as his tongue delves deeper, the sensation blurs your senses, making the room seem to spin and float. The combination of his skilled tongue and the disorienting rush of winnowing overwhelms you with a euphoric intensity. When your vision clears, you find yourself in Rhysandâs bedroom, his tongue still lavishing attention on you. He takes his time to savor every part of you. His movements are masterful, each flick and stroke of his tongue tailored to make you writhe in pleasure. He alternates between gentle, teasing laps, and more focused, firm strokes, finding the rhythm that has you gripping the sheets.Â
His hands are relentless, roaming your body, occasionally tracing the curves of your thighs or the sensitive skin of your hips. He clasps your hands tightly, anchoring you as his deep, guttural moans vibrate through you, heightening every sensation and leaving you squirming with need.Â
Amidst the physical pleasure, Rhysand begins to invade your mind with a barrage of filthy, electrifying thoughts. His voice, though unspoken, reverberates in your mind like a seductive whisper. âItâs going to feel so good when I fuck you,â he promises. âPicture how good itâs going to feel when Iâm buried deep inside you, how youâll be trembling under me.â The mental imagery is a pleasant surprise â he shows you vivid scenes of him thrusting into you with relentless vigor, making you gasp and shiver. âItâll feel so much better than your fingers, darling.â
âCan you see it? Feel it?â he sends into your mind, his thoughts a sultry whisper caressing your consciousness. âFeel me pushing into you, filling you completely. Every thrust, every stroke⌠I want you to feel every inch of me, how your body will mold perfectly around my cock.â The intensity of his words only drove your arousal to a fever pitch, leaving you moaning and writhing with an urgent need.Â
His thoughts also weave images of you coming undone, of him making you see the stars with his touch. âIâm going to make you come so hard, you wonât know what to do with yourself. Iâll have you screaming my name, begging for more.â The raw, possessive desire only drives you closer to the edge, each thought and image adding to the pleasure building rapidly within you. âYouâre my sweet little virgin now,â his voice growls in your mind. âBut not for long. By the time Iâm finished with you, youâll be begging for my cock every chance you get. Youâll be a little whore for me wonât you? Needing to be filled again and again.â
When your climax finally crashes over you, itâs intense and all-consuming, leaving you gasping and trembling. Rhysandâs mental presence remains, a constant, darkly, satisfying presence as you ride out your orgasm.Â
After youâve come down from your high, Rhysand pulls back slightly, his gaze dark and hungry. He leans over you, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks softly. âSee how easy that was? Youâre going to be amazing, just like that. â
He shifts, positioning himself between your legs, his cock slick and hot against your folds. As he aligns himself, his voice is thick with desire âFeel how hard I am for you? Feel how much I want you? Iâm going to fuck you so good, make you feel things you never imagined. You ready for me, sweetheart?â He looks up from where the tip of his cock lines up with your entrance, eyes locking onto yours with a burning intensity.
You meet his gaze, your voice trembling slightly but filled with determination. âI⌠I want you, Rhysand. I need you.â Your breath hitches as you look up at him, the vulnerability in your eyes matched by a fierce desire. âPlease, donât hold back.â
Rhysandâs smile turns predatory, his eyes alight with satisfaction. He maintains eye contact as he pushes inside, inch by inch, savoring every second of your tight, untried body struggling to accommodate him. âDoes it hurt?â his voice drips with mockery and satisfaction when you squeeze your eyes shut. âDoes it hurt having this pussy stretched out for the first time?â He watches your reactions intently, delighting in them as your expressions shift from nervous anticipation to surprised pleasure, your brows furrowing with the intensity of it all.Â
He cradles the back of your head, tilting it down toward where your bodies are joined. âLook at that,â he breathes, his tone full of wonder. âLook at how you wrap around me. So⌠fucking tight â itâs like youâre sucking me in.â
The mewl you let out would be embarrassing if not for the overwhelming pleasure and mind-numbing stretch of his cock inside you. âRhysand, please,â you whisper, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you try to steady yourself.
âPlease, what? What do you want me to do, darling?â his voice is a lazy drawl, as though he has all the time in the world to tease you, to make you beg for more. His hips are still, the need to move evident in the tense muscles beneath your hands, but he holds back, watching you writhe beneath him.
âPlease, Rhys, just move,â you whine, your body yearning for more, the slow stretch making you desperate. âJust want you⌠Want you to move.â
âMove?â He raises a brow at you, feigning confusion. âMove where? Move off of you?â He starts to pull out, slowly, torturously, and for a moment, the sensation feels good â until the realization hits that heâll leave you empty. Without thinking, you wrap your legs around him, arms clinging to his neck to keep him in place. Â
He chuckles darkly, a low, amused sound. âYouâll have to be more specific, I need to hear what you want, orâŚâ He pulls out further, the head of his cock barely inside you now.
âFuck me,â you gasp, your voice trembling with need. âRhys, fuck me, please.â
The glint in his eyes is dangerous, primal. He leans down, brushing his lips against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. âThatâs what I wanted to hear.â
He thrusts back into you, slow but deep, filling you completely. âYou feel that?â he murmurs against your neck. âYouâve never had anyone touch you like this before, have you? Iâm the first⌠and Iâll be the only one to make you feel this way. Your fingers donât even reach this deep, huh? You canât even pleasure yourself the way that I will.â His words are gentle, but the power behind them is undeniable. âSo pure, so untouched. Youâre mine now. Iâm going to make sure no one else gets to fuck you like this.â
The way he speaks, the deliberate pace of his thrusts as he starts to push in and out of you, has you melting beneath him, pleasure and helpless surrender pooling in your belly. Every inch of him fills you perfectly.
âYouâve no idea what you do to me,â he whispers, his thrusts growing harder, deeper. âLook at how you take me, so well. So fucking tight and sweet, like you were made for this,â he growls, his breath puffing against your skin as he thrusts again, deeper this time. âYou feel that, darling? Thatâs me, stretching you open, shaping this pretty pussy so itâll only ever fit me.â
A gasp tears from your lips, your body overtaken by the sensation of him inside you, deeper than anything you could have imagined. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your legs trembling as you try to keep up with the rhythm heâs setting. âRhys,â you whimper, your voice soft and breathless. âItâs so⌠so much.â
He leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, a dance of tongues and lips, exchanging breath ang longing. When he pulls back, his voice is a low rumble. âItâs going to be more, sweetheart. So much more. You can take it though, I know you can.â
You shudder at his words, the physical and mental onslaught of pleasure overwhelming. âRhys, Iââ you gasp, struggling to speak as your mind spins. âIâve neverâ fuck! I didnât know it could feel this good.â
âOf course you didnât,â he purrs, his pace quickening slightly, making you moan with every deep stroke. âYouâve never been fucked before. You didnât know what you were missing, did you?â
Your breath catches, your hands fisting in the sheets as his words sink in. The sensation of being filled, stretched, and dominated by him is getting to be too much. âRhys, please,â you whisper, âplease, donât stop.â
His lips curve into a wicked smile. âIâm not stopping. Not until Iâve ruined you for anyone else.â He thrusts into you harder now, making your body jolt with each sound of skin against skin. âNo one else is ever going to fuck you like this. Youâll always want me. Youâll always need me.â
The pleasure building inside you is almost too much, the sensation of his cock slamming in and out of your tight heat. âIt feels so good!â you cry out, your pretty noises spurring his desire. âIâ I canât⌠believe how good itââ
âYou like that, donât you?â he growls, his voice dripping with satisfaction. âYou like the way I stretch you out. The way your body squeezes me like itâs never going to let go.â He moves faster, his thrusts becoming rougher, more demanding. âTell me, sweetheart. Tell me how much you love it.â
Your head is spinning, your body trembling as the pleasure builds. âI love it,â you gasp, your voice high and breathless. âI love the way you feel inside me, Rhysand.â
His eyes harden, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. âThatâs right. You love being fucked by me, donât you? You love the way I make you feel, the way I take your virgin cunt.â His hand slides down your body, gripping your hip to keep his unrelenting pace. âAnd Iâm going to keep fucking you until youâre screaming my name, until you canât think of anything else but how good my cock feels inside you. So innocent⌠But not anymore, darling, youâre going to want this every single time you see me.â
Your muscles shake as you respond wantonly. âI want more, I want you to fuck me harder.â Rhysand groans, flipping you over without pulling you off his cock. His hands grip your hips as he pulls you closer, his cock slamming into you with renewed force.
âOh, sweetheart,â he growls, his voice rough with lust. âYou donât even know what youâre asking for. But Iâll give it to you, if thatâs what you want?â He glances at you for confirmation, though he already knows what heâll see.Youâll look back at him with a blissful nod, your eyes heavy and barely open. You cry out as his pace turns punishing, far beyond what youâd imagined during those restless nights spent desperately rubbing your clit to thoughts of him. You can barely catch your breath as he fucks you for all youâre worth.Â
âThatâs it,â he groans, his voice thick with desire as he pulls you up, holding you flush against his chest. His hands wander over you, the swell of your breasts, the soft skin of your neck. âYouâre going to come for me again, arenât you? I can feel it. Youâre so close. Youâre going to come all over my cock, arenât you?â
You canât speak, your voice lost to pleasure. âRhys, please,â you gasp, your hands gripping the sheets as you feel yourself hurtling toward the edge. âIâm so so close.â
He teases your ear lobe between his teeth as he whispers, âCome for me, go on. Show me how good it feels to have your virgin cunt fucked for the first time.â
âFeels so good, feels soââ
With a final thrust, you fall apart, your body convulsing as your orgasm rips through you. Rhysandâs name is a broken moan on your lips as the pleasure floods through you. Rhysand watches you as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his pace never slowing. âThatâs it,â he coaxes you through it. âThatâs my girl. Youâre mine now, sweetheart. Only mine.â
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for the bat boys (or bat boys x feyre), I really wanna see rhys just tied down, desperate, and overwhelmed with pleasure. like everybody just decides to show their high lord some love!! I wanna see rhys in tears (in a good way), and they just praise him and love on him so good!! I can def see rhys having a major praise kink. feel free to ignore tho, thank you!!đ
Our Girl (Bat Boys! x Female! Reader)Â
Based off this ask as well
AN: HAHAHA guys Iâve been reading The L.O.R.D.S series by Shantel Tessier and Iâve been fucking loving it. Also I wrote the second half of this in a fucking Barnes and Noble cafe, I was SWEATING, but I wanted to get it done for you because I have some cool Az stuff Iâm working on for you!
Summary: When Rhysand becomes High Lord the boys find themselves too busy and too well known to visit their local pleasure house. So they hire the reader to to satisfy their needs.
Warnings: Smut (shocker),sub/dom dynamic, dirty talk, bondage, threesome, objectification, size difference??
Word count: 6,058
Things in Velaris were changing. The second the new High Lord rose to power it was like things were lighter. Shops stayed open later, the people laughed and drank at dinner more often, everything was just better. Yet in the Riverhouse at the edge of the city it seemed there were clouds stirring, in a metaphorical way of course.Â
No one had seen Rhysand since the night his father died, which was months ago.Â
The most powerful High Lord.
The most dangerous High Lord.Â
The most handsome High Lord
And known by the girls at the pleasure houseâŚthe most well endowed High Lord.
At least what all my coworkers were whispering around me the day I was brought to the front by the mistress who ran the place. In all honesty I thought I was in trouble, not that I had done anything wrong in the past year I had been here. But no one ever got called to her office for nothing.Â
I closed the door behind me to where my mistress was reading a letter, a violet wax seal stamped to the front. Her red hair and red gown complimented the scarlett of her office, of the whole pleasure house really. She claimed it was the color of passion, and demanded that we all practically bathe in it.Â
âYou asked to see me?â I say timidly.Â
I couldnât afford to lose this job, I had no family, no support system. Nothing to rely on or depend on. Sure it wasnât the most prestigious career, but I did like it. I had always been interested in sex, fascinated with it really. The woman who lived next door to my family growing up was a sex worker. She always wore the most beautiful gowns and jewels, and lured the most handsome men to her home. My mother cursed me when I said I wanted to look like her one day but I didnât care.Â
âYes I have a letter here, from the High Lord,â she says, showing me the letter she had been reading when I walked in.Â
My eyes widen and the air is sucked from my lungs. What could the High Lord want with the house? Hell, what would the High Lord want with me?Â
âThe High Lord?â I gawk, taking a step forward attempting to catch a glance at the letter.Â
She puts her glasses back down on her nose and reads the paper again, âyes, he asks that I send my very best girl to his townhouse at my earliest convenience.âÂ
âAnd youâre picking me?â I ask, my eyes wide.Â
âYou rake in more money than all the rest of the girls, youâre beautiful, elegant and well versed. I can think of no one better.â she explains setting the letter down on the desk.
My mind swirls, what does the High Lord want? Well sex of course, but I wasnât one for house calls. Though I suppose he was the High Lord , he couldnât very well walk in here with the anonymity that others could.Â
âWell donât just stand there!â my mistress shouts. âGo to the townhouse before he thinks me to be a simple fool.âÂ
I jilt from my thoughts and nod, walking briskly out the door. I bypass the other girls who are chatting about the High Lord and I wonder if any of them are aware of the letter that was sent, what his intentions might be. I guess thereâs only one way to find out.Â
I had watched the townhouse on the hill my entire life, knew that the High Lord lived there, and constantly wondered what it might be like inside. It was like the scary house at the end of the street that children stayed away from; it had been built up to that mythical status. Except it wasnât scaryâunless you counted scarily prestigious.
As I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door a woman with dark skin and  darker hair opened it and signaled for me to come in. The lush, thick, carpets gave reprieve to my aching feet. Stilettos on cobblestone was never a good idea, but what else did one wear to meet their High Lord?Â
She gestured to a set of double doors at the end of the hall. I took in my surroundings, for what it was worth the place was beautiful. Ornate but tasteful. Expensive but lived in. I can see why the High Lord never left. I took a deep breath but before I could even knock on the doors a deep voice, one that could only be described as Night Triumphant, beckoned me to enter.Â
I creaked open the door to find the High Lord busily doing paperwork at his desk. He was nothing and everything that I had expected. When the girls at the home whispered of his looks, his charm, I thought of something mythical. But the male before me? He transcended even that.Â
His legendary violet eyes flitted up to mine and I swore my breath caught in my throat. He sat his papers down to the side as he stood, bracing his hands on his desk. If his height didnât make me feel small the sheer power radiating off of him did.Â
âMy, my,â he croons, rounding the desk to lean against the front. âYou are exquisite,â he says, crossing his strong arms in front of his chest.Â
I suddenly remember the reason I was summoned here in the first place and I put on the mask, the role I was supposed to play.Â
âWell my Lord, you asked for the very best.â I say smoothly taking two steps towards him. âSo here I am.âÂ
âWhile I love the way âmy Lordâ rolls off that pretty tongue, feel free to call me Rhysand, youâre going to be here for a while.â he smirked, and I swore there was a star that flashed in his eye.Â
I nearly gulped at his words.Â
Youâre going to be here for a whileâŚ
I had been with needy men before, made a career out of it. But this was no man, and I wondered if I could keep up with him.Â
âAs you wish,â I say nodding my head obediently. Males like him strived for dominance, it was my job to anticipate that.Â
I feel a hand tilt my chin up and once again Iâm met with his intense gaze. I was right about the stars, his eyes were littered with them.Â
âThe selfish part of me wants to play with you right now, but I have a feeling my brothers would be more than angry at me for having you first,â he smirked, his breath so hot on my face I almost jumped when I realized how close he was to me.Â
Wait, the High Lord didnât have brothers, he was an only child, an orphan really. ��Brothers?â I ask, the question had slipped out before I could think of a better more professional way to ask.Â
âWell not my biological brothers, but my brothers in arms I suppose,â he smirks, releasing my chin taking a step back towards his desk again. âCassian, the general of my armies and Azriel my spymaster.âÂ
My breath gets caught in my throat. I had heard stories of the High Lordâs most trusted members of his court. They were large, Illyrian, and death on swift wings. My face mustâve given away my shock as Rhysand let out a low chuckle.Â
âDonât worry they wonât hurt you. They are to care for you as I do, itâs all written here in your contract,â he explained, sitting down and sliding a piece of paper over the desk.Â
I made myself comfortable in the seat opposite of him, plucking the paper from the desk and skimming it over.
âYou see,â he begins. âBecoming High Lord has been rewarding butâŚwellâŚtiring. Cassian and Azriel are just as tired. We arenât given the same anonymity we had in our youth which has made finding sexual release difficult.â he said, his cheeks blushing slightly.Â
âYouâll live here, I already have a room prepared for you. Iâll provide you with a salary and provide for you in any way you need. In return you provide us with yourâŚservices?â he says the last word like he canât think of a better way to say it. How is he sexy reading my contract to me?
I set the contract on the desk, âAnd what are the parameters of these services?â I ask leaning forward on the desk.Â
Rhysand smiles leaning forward with me, âMostly we will seek you out on our own but there will be certain times, like tonight, where we will want to share,â he grins like he can already see the scene.Â
I nod slowly waiting for him to add anything else and he does.Â
âOf course there will be safewords, though I doubt you will need them. Your mistress said you have a rather large palette,â he says and I get his meaning immediately.Â
I canât help but blush, the male already knows more about me than I do him. Something that rarely ever happens in my line of work.
âShe didnât mislead you,â I say, my lips tugging into a small smile.Â
âThen youâll take the job?â he asks plucking a fountain pen from its resting place.Â
I look at the large number with lots of zeros written under âSalaryâ, itâs more than I make in three months. I could pay off all my debts with the first two paychecks, and after that? Well the shops of Velaris wouldnât know what hit them. I could have the life I always dreamed of, expensive silks, fancy soaps, wine aged for thousands of years. And all I had to do was sleep with the three most powerful males in the Night Court. What female could possibly say no?
âI will,â I say, plucking the pen out of the High Lordâs hands singing the marked places next to his ornate signature.Â
I look up to see Rhysand already staring at me, with a lust I hadnât seen before, not in any male. How long had it been since he had sex?
He stands holding his hand out to me, âAllow me to show you to your room.â
âAre you ready to meet them?â Rhys asks with a glint in his violet eyes.Â
I nod.
âGood Iâll go preface in, come in when I call you,â he smiles, pressing a kiss to my brow.Â
Gods this man was incredible. Paycheck aside, I think I would bend over backwards just to hear him call me a good girl again. Something told me I would be doing just that for the foreseeable future.Â
Rhysand opened the double doors and slipped in, the moment he closed it I pressed my ear to the door so that I could hear him.Â
âRhys whatâs this about? I have business to attend to,â I hear a deep voice rumble.Â
Rhysâ signature chuckle echoes off the walls, âI assure you Cassian that this is well worth your time.â he says. âAz you look tense,â he jests.Â
âThatâs because I am.â groans another voice. âWeâve been running all around the court righting all wrongs while you sit holed up in here doing paperwork.âÂ
âAs I am well aware,â Rhys starts again. âAnd I donât want to be known as the High Lord that merely takes, especially from the two males I consider to be my brothers. So, I got you a little gift.âÂ
A pause of anticipatory silence fills the room.Â
âDarling wonât you come out now?â Rhys beckons me.Â
I open the door to find Rhys standing before two Illyrians sitting on the couch, both of them relaxed like this was their own home, and perhaps it was.Â
âHuh?â asked the slightly larger one, with longer black hair.Â
âSheâs your gift, well, our gift,â Rhys said, pulling a hand around my waist. âI just hired her from the pleasure house in town, she is the best of the best. I know we all havenât been able to visit the establishment since I came into power and Iâm sure youâre both just asâŚfrustrated as I am.âÂ
âHow long do we have her for?â the same Illyrian asked, the one beside him seemingly more quiet.Â
âShe will be living with us. Use her as youâd like. Dress her however you want, but keep it classy. Sheâs as much yours as she is mineâ Rhys smiles tilting my chin to meet his gaze and I swore my knees trembled a bit. âThough Iâm sure sheâll remember who pays her?â he teases.Â
âYes my Lord,â I say seductively, it used to be an act, but not anymore.Â
âMy Lord,â he repeats. âI quite like the sound of that,â he purrs, looking over to the males sitting on the couch.Â
The one with the red siphons smirks, throwing his arms over the back of the couch and spreading his legs. His thighs alone were the size of my head and I couldnât help but wonder what it would feel like to get myself off on them alone.Â
âCome here princess, sit on my lap,â he purrs, patting his thigh.Â
I slip out of Rhysandâs grasp and pad over to perch myself on the Illyrians leg. The rippling muscles under me tensing. His hand comes up to brush a stray hair from my face as he takes in every inch of me.Â
âYou are a pretty little thing arenât you?â he smirks as his other hand comes to support my back.Â
Oh I was in for it, I was so in for it.Â
âSheâs the best of the best, her name is y/n.â Rhysand drawls watching intently as his brother who I have deciphered is Cassian, inspects me. âWe decided earlier that her safeword will be starlight,â
âY/n, huh?â he smiles brushing a stray hair from my face as he drinks in my attire, something Rhysand had clearly purchased for me to wear tonight. A black sheer little nightgown. Revealing, yet classy like he has said. It was clear to me that the male had exquisite taste.Â
I feel a warm leather bump into my back as a scarred hand runs over my shoulder. I crane my neck up to find Azriel standing above me, from where he stands he can no doubt get a great view of my tits.Â
âHow should we thank dear old Rhysand for this marvelous present?â Cassian asks Azriel and the shadow singers eyes gleam.
âOh I can think of a few ways,â he smirks.Â
As if they all had one mind we were winnowed to the bedroom upstairs, my bedroom I realized. The bed had been made big enough for all of us, and I wonder how empty it would feel when the boys werenât around.Â
I look around me, the positions of us all havenât changed. I find myself gazing up at Azriel, the hungry look in his eye has me taking a step back only to bump right into Cassian earning a chuckle from the general. A glace to my bed has me seeing Rhysand sitting on itâs edge.Â
âAz,â Cassian mumbles, sharing a knowing look at the shadow singer.
Before I can put together the pieces of Cassian and Azrielâs interaction, bands of shadows shoot from all over the room wrapping themselves around the hands and wrists of the High Lord. Rhys struggles for a moment, like it's second nature before he gives in, his face stern.Â
âAz thatâs enough,â he scowls.Â
Azriel brushes off the command and turns my chin to meet his gaze. His finger brushes over my bottom lip and I close my top lip over his thumb, giving it a gentle experimental suck. His eyes darken and the next thing I know Iâm sucking on his thumb and looking at him like a doe eyed fool.Â
âWhat a good girl she is,â he croons before dragging my face to him, replacing his thumb with his lips.Â
His kiss and deep and searing, like nothing Iâve ever tasted before. His hands come to cup my face, keeping me there as he kisses me like a starved male. Gods, how long had it been since any of them had sex?
My hair is pushed to the side as I feel the general begin to leave sloppy kisses on my neck. He pulls my hips toward him, and Iâm met with his hard on pressed to my back and his bare chest warming my skin. Azriel steps back with love drunk eyes and Cassian takes his opportunity to turn my hips so Iâm facing him.Â
Somehow heâs even more hulking and intimidating when bare. My eyes glance over the expanse of well built muscles to where his cock is already hard and leaking, and by the size of it I could tell I would be sore tomorrow.Â
From behind me I can hear the faint unclasping of buckles signaling that Azriel is mimicking Cassianâs movements.Â
âLetâs see you now, little one,â the general smirks before sliding both straps of the see through the gown off my shoulders. The black mesh falls to a pool of fabric on the floor and Iâm laid bare for him, for all of them.Â
A snap reverberates through the room pulling my attention to Rhysand, his sophisticated garb now long gone. The plains of his toned muscles and swirling tattoos that resemble his brothers on full display along with his aching cock. Heâs even more marvelous nude than he is clothed. His lips tug up at the corner as he sees me eye fucking him.Â
Cassianâs hand goes under my bare breast bringing my attention back to him, it seems that while I was ogling Rhys, he was studying me.Â
âRhys youâve outdone yourself,â Cassian smirks and Iâve never felt so exposed. âHer tits are perfect,â he smiles before bending down to suckle an aching nipple into his mouth.Â
I moan and lean back ever so slightly into a muscled chest, when I open my eyes Azriel stares down at me. A scarred hand drifts over my shoulder, down my side, and across my bum until it cups my sex and I gasp.Â
Cassianâs lips smile against my breast before he moves on to the next one, my breath catching in my throat once again.Â
âSo small,â Azriel teases, referring to my cunt. âIâm not sure she can take us.â The glint in his eye tells me that this is a challenge, a test.Â
âI can,â I say confidently and the shadowsinger laughs.Â
âI think Iâll test that out,â Cassian grumbles, taking me in his arms.Â
Iâm pulled from Azrielâs fiery touch as the warmth of Cassian seeps into me. For the first time in a while my eyes snap to Rhysand. His brow was laced with sweat, as well as the skin on his chest.Â
âOh poor Rhys, did you want to touch her?â Azriel taunted, I was honestly surprised that they would dare to put their High Lord in this position.Â
âPlease,â Rhysand whimpered, making my heart lurch.Â
Did the most powerful High Lord, the most dangerous High Lord. the most handsome High Lord, the most well endowed High Lord⌠just beg?Â
A sudden boost of confidence fills my chest.Â
âAz pull him back on the bed, Iâm going to be needing some room,â Cassian boasts massaging circles on my hips.Â
Rhysand is pulled to the headboard, the shadows on his wrists pulling his arms out to either side as well as the ones on his ankles, preventing him from getting any sort of friction. The High Lord cursed, as if the brief fiction on his balls from being dragged across the sheets mightâve been enough to get him off. The logical part of me knew that he could break free of these restraints at any given moment, hells the power practically radiated off of him. But he was here to play the game and I was too.Â
âWhy donât you go play with your High Lord a little bit sweetheart,â Cassian croons, clearly loving the power trip heâs on. I take two steps forward before the general grabs me by the throat hauling me to his chest again. I look up at him like a love sick fool. âBut stay clear of his cock. Heâll be the last to cum tonight. Doesnât that seem fair Az?âÂ
âSeems more than fair to me, seeing as weâve been doing all the flying around these past few weeks,â Azriel chuckles.Â
Cassian releases my throat and I make my way over to the breathless High Lord. It takes everything in me not to straddle him and take him right there. His cock was red, angry, practically begging for it.
I sit on the edge of the bed to his right giving him my best bedroom eyes. Gone was the cocky male from earlier who made all sorts of promises of bedding me the best. Instead a male stripped to his most vulnerable sat before me, chest heaving, eyes wild. The muscles of his arms and legs flexing and bulging from trying to break free of the shadows that bound him, the bindings that made him this way.Â
âThey arenât being very fair to you are they?â I say seductively trailing a hand down his shoulders, over the plains of his chest and to his abs.Â
He shudders under my touch, âno they arenât,â he breathes.Â
âMmm,â I hum, placing a kiss on his neck, even the thin sheen of sweat on him tasted divine. âAnd you were so nice, sharing your little fuck toy with them and now they wonât let me play with you,â I say donning a fake sadness.Â
My hand brushes over his hip bone and down his thigh, carefully avoiding the hard erection begging to be brushed.Â
âPlease,â he whimpers his lips hot on my cheek, and I swear I hear Cassian and Azriel chuckle behind me.Â
My hand swoops to his inner thigh, teasing the muscles there. His whimper has me caving, and I feel as though Iâm suddenly not acting of my own accord as my hand wanders towards his cock.Â
âAh, ah, ah!â I hear Cassian tut before scooping me into his arms and pulling me away from Rhys. Causing the latter to groan in frustration.Â
âUsing daemati to get a female to jerk you off? Thatâs a new low for you, Rhys.â Azriel chucklesÂ
Daemati. That would explain why I didnât feel like I was in control for that one moment. I had heard that the High Lord possessed such powers, but I thought they were simply myths.Â
I feel myself being bent over the storage bench at the end of the bed, the cloth covered fluff cushioning my knees and hands as I feel a harsh slap to my bum.Â
âFuck this is going to be so good,â Cassian murmurs from behind me.Â
Azriel stands at the other end of the bench fisting his cock but before he can speak Cassian enters me.Â
âOh Gods!â I scream as I feel myself being pushed forward on my hands.Â
The stretch of the general filling me so completely had me wondering if Azriel was right about my ability to take them all earlier. Cassianâs hands come to pull me down onto him, as if he needed the help to fully sheathe himself. One hand on my lower back, one on my hip.
âShit sheâs so fuckinâ tight,â Cassian groans as he begins to rock into me.
âPlease, please,â Rhysand begs from his spot on the bed.Â
I donât even bother to see the new beads of sweat dripping from his brow, the drops of precum leaking out of his painfully hard cock. Hell, I canât even think about anything other than the feeling of Cassian picking up the pace behind me.Â
âShh Rhys, Iâm enjoying this tight little pus,â Cassian groans, tightening his hold on my hips.Â
My arms are starting to go limp when Azrielâs hand tilts my chin up so he can see my fucked out face.Â
âOpen your mouth little one,â he says, fisting his cock and I obey like a puppet on a string. âWhat a good girl,â he smirks before tapping his cock on my outstretched tongue.Â
âFuck her mouth Az,â Cassian groans doubling down on his thrusts behind me.Â
âYouâre such an obedient little thing, I think Iâm going to have a lot of fun with you.â he croons before thrusting his cock inside my mouth.Â
The generalâs relentless hammering shoves Azrielâs cock down my throat in perfect tandem and I start to wonder if there are other females who have found themselves in my position. With the way they fuck both ends of me so efficiently I wouldnât doubt it.
It isnât until my drool is falling down my face mixing with my tears that Azriel grips my hair forcing me down on his cock more. The male became more needy than he had been all night as his soft grunts filled the room. My eyes flitted to his hazel ones and a self satisfied smirk crossed his face.Â
âYou like this donât you? You like being fucked in both your little holes?â He teases me, pulling my hair harder.Â
His words have me whimpering around him and curling my toes. The spymaster was right, I loved this. That I could make these males, the most powerful in the Night Court, so feral, so unhinged.Â
Cassain chuckles behind me slapping my ass again, âToo bad we donât have someone to fuck this third hole back here,â he says taunting Rhys as I feel him trace a finger over that said third hole.Â
âFuck,â Rhys hisses from where Azriel has him restrained, watching the show theyâre giving him.Â
I feel my legs starting to tremble beneath me and as they start to give out Cassian swipes both hands under my hips to keep me upright. So upright my knees don't even touch the bench anymore allowing him to fuck me harder, deeper, and faster.
âYou going to cum little one?â Cassian taunts me, picking up the pace a bit.Â
My whine is enough to have Azriel slamming his hips into my face, spilling himself down my throat as my nose brushes the hair at the base of his cock. For a moment I canât breathe at all, as I feel his seed spill over my tongue. When he pulls out I finally take in a deep breath, which is short lived as he grabs my chin forcing me to meet his gaze again.Â
âSwallow,â he orders.Â
I do as Iâm told, feeling the thick white ropes slide down my throat, warming my stomach.Â
His thumb tugs my jaw down forcing my mouth open as he makes sure every last drop is gone. When heâs satisfied he closes my mouth and gives my cheek a light slap, âgood girl.â he mutters.Â
âFinally,â Cassian breathes and I feel my front being shoved into the cushions on the bench before me, allowing Cassian to drive deeper. It seems his brother's use of my mouth was quite the inconvenience for him.
I make eye contact with Rhys who's painting and sweating. Moans and curses fall from his lips as he watches Cassian take me hard. Itâs not long until Iâm cumming around his cock.
âOh gods!â I scream feeling my legs shake and the knot in my stomach unwind as I cum all over the generalâs cock.Â
Cassian growls, deep and primal, before delivering one last thrust, spilling himself into me, âThatâs a good girl. Take it, take all of it.â he groans, forcing my body down.Â
As the Illyrian pulls out of me I can feel my heart beating in my throat and in my head. My chest rises and falls in time with my shaking legs. But I know Iâm not done, not while Rhysand looks at me like Iâm water and heâs been wandering the deserts of summer for too long.
âYou were so good, Rhys,â Cassian taunts, running his hand down the High Lordâs leg making his chest rise faster. âWe just wanted to thank you for your wonderful gift, didnât we Az?âÂ
Azriel nodded next to me, his scarred hands pulling me up by my shoulders and then hoisting me up by my thighs so my back was to his front. The position was more than awkward, but as he placed me on his High Lordâs shaking lap I understood why.Â
âMake him feel real good princess, we love our Rhysie,â Azriel laughs upon seeing Rhys breath picking up. Despite his words he kept his restraints on the Lord, one last test.Â
I place my hands on his chest, the skin there cold and clammy, and I canât help but want to feel more. His eyes are blown out, and I feel as though heâs looking right through me. Heâs a vision like this, maybe even more so than when he was sitting behind his desk looking like sheer power. He was vulnerable here.Â
I run a hand down his face like Iâm unable to help it and his eyes widen, âSo handsome my Lord,â I breathe. âWhat do you want from me?â I ask as I press my lips to his.
He can hardly kiss back, can hardly even think besides anything but the need. Beside him his brothers run a hand through his hair and whisper praises to him, trying to bring him back.Â
âAnything p-please, t-touch me,â he whimpers and I swear I see a tear roll down his face. From not being touched at all, to being touched everywhere but where he needs most, the High Lord was being pushed to his limits.Â
âYes my Lord,â I whisper before sinking myself on his cock.Â
Where Cassian was thicker, Rhysand was long, digging so deep into me that I felt a pinch as he brushed my cervix. The pain bringing me back from the fuck out haze the spymaster and the general left me in.Â
Rhysand hissed low, âOh fuck yes,â he groans pushing his head back on the headboard.Â
Cassianâs hand comes up to brush the fallen hair and sweat from his High Lordâs head, âSheâs a tight little thing isnât she?â he asks, pressing a kiss to his temple.Â
I splay my hands across Rhysâ chest, trying to give myself the leverage needed to bounce myself up and down on his cock. The slow drag of him inside of me has me scrunching my eyes shut trying to savor every sensation. My shaking legs make it hard to move myself up and down.Â
âMore, p-please,â Rhysand groans, his voice dropping deeper and starting to resemble the tone I heard this afternoon.Â
âAz give her a hand,â Cassian instructs from where he sits by Rhys.Â
I feel Azriel settle in behind me, his warm chest bumping against the clammy skin of my back. His hands lift my hips helping me to bounce up and down like Iâm nothing but a cocksleeve. The motion makes me gasp and writhe as Iâm able to settle to a faster and more stable pace.Â
âOh fuck Az,â Rhysand bites out. âI canât,â he groans and I watch the muscles of his chest and arms go taut as he pulls on the shadowy bindings that keep him from touching me.Â
The strain in his arms and chest is so great that I can see each individual muscle the Lord had built through the years. I couldnât help but run my hands over him feeling each one.Â
âLet him go Az,â Cassian instructs the shadowsinger and within seconds the bindings are gone, like even Az wanted to see what his High Lord would do next.Â
Rhysandâs hands fall from the headboard and find their way to my hips. Turns out him not being able to touch me was a punishment for both of us. He shifts his hips so I fall forward, and he connects his lips to mine as he thrusts up into me, putting me at his mercy.
He consumes my mouth fully, running his hands up and down my sides greedily before squeezing my breast making me moan into his mouth. The way he kisses me tells me that Iâm no longer in charge and neither is anyone else in this room for that matter.Â
His lips detach from mine and fall to my neck leaving opened mouthed kisses there. His hands leave bruises in the skin of my hips as he slams up into me, his cock hitting my cervix with each stroke, those initial stings of pain becoming pleasure.Â
âOh fuck Rhys,â I moan completely forgetting his title.Â
âSay it again,â he growls, his voice dangerously low. âLet them know who owns you!âÂ
I had completely forgotten about the other Illyrians in the room with us. I glance to the side to find Azriel fisting his cock beside me. When I donât moan the Lord name again a swift slap comes across my ass.Â
âRhysand!â I cry out, feeling the euphoria of him.Â
âFuck it,â he seethes and before I register what he means by it, my back hits the mattress.Â
The new position gives him a new range of motion to piston into me. Somehow heâs able to hit me even deeper this way. Causing me to let out wanton cries and moans as he fucks me, my polished nails scraping down his back trying to find purchase.Â
âYeah Rhys get it!â Cassian cheers from the edge of the bed.Â
The taunt makes the High Lord feral, slamming his hips into me. Heâs more animal than man at this point having been teased all night. The near primal growl he lets out has me cumming on his cock, my back arching off the back, my moan guttural.Â
My cunt squeezes his cock as pleasure lights up my body like lightning, and it isnât long until I feel his hips stutter as he cums inside of me with a groan.Â
âOh fuck yes,â his voice is like gravel as I feel him spilling inside of me endlessly, his seed joining Cassianâs.Â
Faintly, through the roaring in my ears I can hear Cassian and Azrielâs grunts as well as they finish. The idea of them getting off to their High Lord cumming inside of me is almost enough to make me beg him to do it again. But as he collapses beside me I feel how spent I truly am.Â
Rhys hand comes to brush back my hair from my face as he places a kiss to my temple, âSuch a good girl for us,â he says to me before turning to Cassian again, âGo get her a towel and a glass of water.â he orders, clearly re-assuming his role as the High Lord.Â
He spends the next minute or so running a hand over my hair as he cradles me to his chest soothing me. My breath starts to slow and I feel a warm towel beneath my legs as Cassian wipes away the mess they both made. Glass touches my lips as Rhys helps me to drink the water brought to me. Whatever I donât finish he downs in one go.Â
âLeave us,â he orders pulling the covers over our cold and clammy bodies.Â
âWhat no post sex cuddles for me?â Cassian laughs, throwing up his hands. I laugh before placing a kiss on Rhys chest, as much as I wouldnât mind all three of them holding me right now I know who pays my bills now.Â
âFine,â Rhys huffs, throwing back the covers behind me so Cass can slip in.Â
I wonder where Azriel will lie, but when my eyes search for him heâs already out the door walking to his own room undoubtedly. Something tells me heâs different from his two brothers, heâs quiet, but the words he told me earlier have me wondering whatâs up his sleeve.
Cassianâs arms curl around me, and eventually the three of us fall asleep. But the voice that swims through my head as sleep takes me is Azrielâs.
I think Iâm going to have a lot of fun with youâŚ
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No Promises // Rhysand
Summary: In which you and Rhysand hate each other, but maybe not really.Â
Word Count: 2337
The air of the Autumn Court woods is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Your blade whispers through the air as you move, every sense heightened. A mission deep in Beronâs territory is dangerous, but youâve grown used to danger. Whatâs one more trek into hostile lands compared to centuries of warfare and subterfuge?
But you hadnât expected them.
The rustle of leaves is subtle but distinct, and you spin, blade raised. Two figures step out of the shadows, their faces as familiar as your own reflectionâRhysand and Cassian. The High Lord of the Night Court and his brutish General. Your grip on your weapon tightens, though Cassianâs hands are raised in mock surrender.
âFancy seeing you here, sweetheart,â Cassian says with a lopsided grin, his hazel eyes glinting with humor. His stance is deceptively relaxed, but you know better than to assume heâs unprepared. Every inch of him is coiled, ready to spring into action if necessary.
âCassian,â you say curtly, though you donât lower your blade. Your gaze flicks to Rhysand, who steps out of the shadows with a grace that seems almost lazy, though his sharp violet eyes miss nothing. They rake over you, taking in every detail of your stance, your weapon, and the defiant tilt of your chin. It feels like heâs weighing and dissecting you in a single glance.
âStill Tamlinâs loyal little pet, I see,â Rhysand drawls, the corner of his mouth curving in a smirk that youâve dreamed of wiping off his face for centuries. His voice is as smooth as silk, but thereâs an undercurrent of something sharper, something taunting, as if heâs daring you to respond.
You bristle, your fingers tightening on the hilt of your blade. His words cut deeper than youâd like to admit, but you donât rise to the bait. Not this time. Instead, you force yourself to sheath your weapon, though you keep your stance defensive, muscles taut and ready. âWhat are you doing here?â you demand, your tone clipped and icy.
Rhysandâs smirk deepens, and he steps closer, his shadows curling around his boots like loyal pets. âThe same thing as you, I imagine,â he says smoothly. âA little sabotage, a little chaos. Though I doubt your reasons are as noble as ours.â
âNoble?â you scoff. âYou mean self-serving. Donât pretend youâre here out of the goodness of your heart, Rhysand.â
Cassian steps between you, his massive form an unspoken reminder to keep your tempers in check. His broad shoulders block your view of Rhysand, and his tone carries a note of exasperation. âAlright, kids, letâs play nice. The Autumn Courtâs our real enemy, remember?â
You barely hear him over the pounding of your heart, your glare locked on Rhysand like a tether. His expression doesnât waver, still fixed in that insufferable smirk that makes your blood boil.
âStay out of this, Cassian,â you both snap, your voices colliding with identical vehemence. The sound carries in the stillness of the forest, as though the trees themselves are judging your childish bickering.
Cassian sighs, muttering something under his breath about being surrounded by stubborn children. He raises his hands in mock surrender, stepping back just enough to let the tension between you and Rhysand simmer unchecked. His gaze flicks between you both, clearly unimpressed but unwilling to intervene further.
Before Cassian can offer another quip, a sharp thwip breaks the tense silence. An arrow embeds itself in the tree beside you, the shaft quivering from the force of the impact. Instinct takes over, and you lunge to the side just as another arrow whizzes past where your head had been a heartbeat earlier.
âAmbush,â Cassian growls, drawing his sword in one fluid motion.Â
Rhysand is already moving, his shadows unfurling like serpents, slithering through the clearing to sow chaos. His hands glow faintly, magic sparking at his fingertips as he summons blasts of darkness that hurl two sentries into the trees with sickening thuds. You barely have time to curse under your breath as the Autumn Court sentries emerge from the underbrush, their weapons gleaming like fire-forged teeth in the dim light.
They move with precision, flanking and attacking in coordinated bursts. The first soldier lunges at you, and your blade meets his with a deafening clang. You twist sharply, driving your heel into his knee and bringing your weapon up to slash across his exposed side. He crumples with a guttural scream, but thereâs no time to savor the victory. Another attacker barrels toward you, his axe glinting in the sparse moonlight.
Cassianâs roar splits the air as he intercepts the soldier, cleaving through his opponent with a brutal swing of his sword. Blood sprays, painting the clearing in a macabre sheen. âFocus!â he barks, casting a quick glance your way before turning to block another strike aimed at his side.
Your attention snaps back to your immediate threat as a sentryâs dagger slices through the fabric of your sleeve, nicking your arm. You hiss in pain but counter with a swift upward thrust, catching him under the chin. He shouts, collapsing to the ground.
Rhysandâs magic pulses in the air, a suffocating wave of power that crushes three sentries in its wake. His shadows dart and weave like sentient beings, tripping attackers and wrapping around throats. One sentry collapses mid-lunge, his sword clattering uselessly to the forest floor as the life drains from his eyes.
Itâs chaos. The clash of steel and the cries of the dying create a symphony of violence that rings in your ears. Youâre holding your own, barely, when your peripheral vision catches a glint of movement. An archer perched in the high branches, his bow drawn and aimed at Rhysandâs unprotected chest.
Time slows as you watch the arrow leave the string, its deadly tip slicing through the air with cruel precision. Your heart lurches, your body moving before your mind can catch up. The world narrows to the single act of stepping in front of the High Lord of Night.
A sharp, searing pain explodes in your abdomen as the arrow buries itself deep. The force of it drives you back a step, your breath hitching as you clutch at the wound. Warmth seeps through your fingers, staining your tunic crimson. The clearing tilts and sways, but you grit your teeth and force yourself to stay upright, raising your blade to block a sentry who charges you, wild-eyed and snarling.
âNo!â Rhysandâs voice cuts through the chaos, sharper than any blade, filled with something raw and unfamiliar. In an instant, heâs at your side, his magic surging outward in a dark, furious wave that obliterates the remaining sentries. The clearing falls eerily silent, the only sounds the ragged breaths of the three of you and the faint rustle of leaves disturbed by the fading shadows.
âYou reckless fool,â Rhysand hisses, his hands pressing firmly against the wound in your stomach to stem the bleeding. The warm stickiness of blood seeps through his fingers, and his usual smirk is nowhere to be seen. In its place is an expression youâve never witnessed beforeâraw, almost panicked, as if the sight of you like this unravels something deep inside him.
Cassian drops to his knees at your other side, his face pale and drawn. His voice is steady, but you catch the tremor beneath it. âWe need to get her to Madja. Now.â
âIâm fine,â you manage to grit out, though the sharp, twisting agony in your stomach makes the words sound more like a desperate lie. Your vision blurs, and every breath is a battle.
âShut up,â Rhysand snaps, his sharp tone a mask for the desperation in his eyes. His hands are unnervingly gentle as they scoop you into his arms. The movement sends a fresh wave of pain radiating through you, and you gasp, clutching weakly at his shirt.
âYouâre not dying in this gods-forsaken forest,â he mutters, his jaw tight with determination. He glances at Cassian, and with a nod, theyâre both moving. Rhysandâs grip on you is firm yet protective, his magic already whispering at the edges of your consciousness, keeping you tethered to the waking world.
You try to speak, to argue, to tell him that you donât want to owe him anything. But the weight of exhaustion presses down on you, pulling you into a darkness that feels cold and endless. The last thing you hear is the faint, frantic thrum of Rhysandâs heartbeat against your cheek as everything goes black.
When you wake, the first thing you notice is the soft glow of faelight illuminating the room. The second is the figure sitting beside the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed. Rhysand.
âYouâre awake,â he says, his voice uncharacteristically quiet as his gaze meets yours. Thereâs no smirk, no tauntâjust an intensity that makes your chest ache more than the wound.
âWhy am I not dead?â you mutter, your throat dry.
âBecause youâre too stubborn to die,â he says, a flicker of a smile ghosting across his lips. Then his expression hardens. âAnd too foolish to stay out of danger. What the hell were you thinking, throwing yourself in front of that arrow?â
The sharpness in his voice startles you, and your chest tightens with indignation. âI saved your life, Rhysand. Forgive me for not wanting the Autumn Court to take out their greatest threat.â
âYou think I needed saving?â he snaps, leaning forward, his violet eyes blazing. âDo you have any idea what could have happened? What almost happened?â
Your temper flares, and you push yourself up despite the pain. âAnd what was I supposed to do? Stand there and watch you die?â Your voice rises, fueled by frustration and the lingering sting of his words.
âYes!â he bites out, his shadows curling at the edges of the room like restless predators. âYes, you were supposed to stay out of it. You couldâve died, and then what?â
His anger collides with your own, a clash that leaves the room feeling charged and suffocating. âIâm not some fragile thing that needs to be protected,â you retort, your voice shaking slightly but no less fierce. âI made a choice.â
âA stupid one,â he growls, standing abruptly. The movement is fluid, and it sets your heart pounding for reasons you canât entirely explain. âDo you think I want your blood on my hands? That I want toâŚâ His voice falters, and he turns away, dragging a hand through his hair. âGods, you drive me insane.â
The words hang in the air, heavy with an emotion you canât quite name. The tension is unbearable, and before you can stop yourself, you say, âMaybe you should stop caring so much, then.â
He spins back to you, his movements swift and precise, and the heat in his gaze has shifted. The anger still burns in those violet eyes. âMaybe I canât,â he murmurs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, like a confession he didnât mean to make.
You blink, caught off guard. Your chest tightens with the weight of his words, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe. He takes a step closer, and the room seems to shrink. The shadows around him flicker like flames, as though they, too, are drawn to the pull between you.
âYouâŚâ he begins, his voice breaking slightly, and he looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. His hand twitches at his side, as though heâs debating whether to reach for you or pull away.
The silence stretches, taut and fragile, until he finally makes his choice. He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, and when he leans down, the space between you feels electric, crackling with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. âYouâŚâ he begins, his voice a whisper, but whatever he was going to say is lost as his lips crush against yours.
The kiss is raw and desperate, filled with years of anger, frustration, and something far more vulnerable. His hands cup your face, fingers trembling slightly as they press against your skin, grounding him in this moment. Youâre too stunned to react at first, your mind racing to catch up with whatâs happening. But then the fire of his kiss ignites something deep within you, and youâre kissing him back with equal fervor, pouring every ounce of defiance and longing into it. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, clutching the fabric of his shirt as though holding onto him will keep you anchored.
When he finally pulls away, his breath is ragged, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes search your face, as though looking for answers to questions heâs too afraid to ask. âDonât ever do that again,â he says hoarsely, his voice breaking on the last word. For once, thereâs no command in his tone, only a plea.
You swallow hard, your own breath coming in uneven gasps. You donât know whether to push him away or pull him closer, and the weight of the moment threatens to crush you.
For a moment, silence lingers between you, thick with unspoken truths. Then, with an unexpected gentleness, Rhysandâs hand trails down to your wrist, where his thumb brushes over your pulse. Itâs steady now, unlike his own heartbeat, which thunders against his ribs. âYou scare me,â he admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âAnd I hate that I care enough to be scared.â
âRhys,â you begin, unsure of what to say. His name is a soft exhale on your lips, but it seems to be enough for him.
âJust rest,â he interrupts, his voice firmer now, though his eyes remain soft. âWeâll talk later.â His shadows curl protectively around the edges of the room, as if creating a barrier between you and the rest of the world. âAnd promise me you'll never pull shit like that again.â
You close your eyes, feeling a sort of calm blanket you before you finally whisper, "Can't promise that."
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Four to Tango (poly!Mates Bat Boys)
Pairing(s): Rhysand x Reader, Cassian x Reader, Azriel x Reader
Warnings: foursome, smut, just a reason to create smut where three gorgeous fucking men rearrange your organs, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, never ending orgasms lol, overstimulation, all three of them are utter teases, polyamorous mates, no jealousy, rhys loves to watch his brothers fuck you stupid, my emotional support bat boys, i desperately need them rn, foursomes are hard to write ngl đŤ
Words: 5836
Summary: Three of them at the same time? You may not make it out alive.
Life before your three mates had never consisted with as much sex as it does now. In fact you were a virgin when you met the Illyrian trio. Not for lack of trying to get into a relationship. There were other concerns for you to attend to that distracted you from finding a partner.
Then Azriel literally fell into your lap. Followed by Cassian descending from the sky while laughing at the other who was blushing furiously and trying to scramble off of you with a string of apologies. Rhysand, with a flap of his wings touches down to the ground with an entertained grin. Until his violet eyes noticed you. Really noticed you. Almost reading into your soul.
Had it really been only four months since then?
Thinking about it had you blushing into your pillow. Four months of mind shattering orgasms and lavished with never ending affection. You must have really been good in your past life to receive these three as a reward.
Rhys shifts beside you. Voice husky from sleep but practically purring when he wraps his arms around you. "Seems like its been longer than four months, huh?"
His palms flatten against your midsection. Warmth immediately spreading across the plane of your skin. You wiggle closer to him and in reply, Rhys buries his face in the juncture of your neck. His lips pepper small kisses along the soft skin of your jugular.
He took turns with Cassian and Azriel as to who spent the night with you. It was only fair. You told them that you cared for them all equally and it didn't matter to you. You'd accept whatever they could agree upon without there being any jealousy.
Rotating was tricky in the beginning. Giving them each the same amount of attention to prevent feelings of being left out. And maybe you were starting to get greedy with their love because you couldn't help but feel incomplete without the other two when you were in one's bed.
Your inner musing catches Rhysand's attention; seemingly waking him up. The arm laying on top of you is removed when he sits up. Did you unintentionally offend him with your thoughts?
"Would you be interested in all three of us here?" He questions.
You turn to address the high lord of the Night Court. Beautifully and sinfully sexy the way he leans on his elbow to gaze at you. Tousled black hair shifting across his brow. What an alluring sigh the made. Tattoos and scars marking the smooth surface of his tan skin.
"All three of you in this bed?" It had been done before when you wanted to cuddle with all three of your mates. Rhys' bed nearly broke, not large enough to support two extra heavy frames.
"More than that." Rhysand's thumb brushes a stray hair out of your face. The depth of his tone had a warmth shooting down to your core. Thighs press together, you melt under his attention. "All three of us feasting upon you. At the same time." A growling undertone hits your ears. Your breathing becomes shallow as he holds your gaze.
You gulp, mind already racing when you whimper out "A-All of you?"
Rhys reads each and every one of your dirty thoughts, his lips curling sinisterly. "Can I take that as a 'yes', love?"
A furious blush overheats your cheeks and the tips of your ears. "I-I. . . How would that even work out?"
He leans in and nips at your already burning shell of your ear "You leave that to us."
Ever loving to tease you, he leaves with that promise hanging in the air. Claiming he had work to do but that he'd see you for lunch. For a while you lay in bed, thinking of the dark glint in your mate's eyes.
Surely, all three of them would be way too much for you to handle. Each of them were terrifyingly well-endowed. Especially Azriel. It took several tries to get more than the head of his cock inside of you. In the end he had to ease it in slowly over several dates until you could fully sheath him.
It became your hyperfixation throughout the day. As you went about the House of Wind to when you were out in the town market.
When you bump into Mor back at the townhouse, she manages to make you squeal on what Rhys had brought up earlier that morning.
Mor lets out a low, impressed whistle. "You have got to be the luckiest female in all of Prythian. What are you sweating about?"
"I can barely handle one of them at a time, Mor. I fear they'll kill me. Death by cock. I don't want that on my tombstone."
"Death by cock doesn't sound too bad." she hums but it turns into a snort when she catches your distressed expression. "Quit fretting. They'll take good care of you."
Chewing on your bottom lilp you knew you probably came off as silly to her.
Mor's hand caresses your upper arm. In a short amount of time, Mor had become the big sister you never knew you needed. She became your confidant and would keep all of your secrets; take them to the grave if required. "They're dumb males but they love you. Never in a million years would they ever dream of doing anything to hurt you."
That was clear to you since day one. The Cauldron destined all three of them to be your mates for a reason.
And it could be fun.
Who were you kidding, you knew it would be fun. Having sex with them individually always reduced your bones to pure pudding. They were overly generous lovers. Always making sure you climaxed first. Treating you not like a queen but a divine entity to be worshipped. Their faces, your thrones.
Talking with Mor did you good. You felt absurd at your previous concern. This would be the experience of a lifetime. Getting to love all three of your mates at once had you giddy.
After Mor leaves, you're constantly checking the clock. Almost lunch time. That meant your boys would be home at any minute. Your heart felt like a energetic bird in a cage, banging against its bars in desperation to get out.
You debate going upstairs and changing your underwear to something sexier when you stand to head toward the stairs, that's when the front door opens. Poking your head out from around the corner, you confirm it to be your boys. You were still getting used to the feeling of the mental connection that connected you to your three mates. Cassian and Az are in the middle of a conversation behind Rhysand when the trio walks in. Rhys grins at you before grabbing the attention of the Illyrians who stop their chatter.
Never one to be subtle, Cassian struts past them and pulls you out into the entry hallway. He swoops down to capture your lips with his, picking you off your feet unintentionally. His kisses always took all the air out of you, making your head delightfully light and floating. Cassian's eyes hold specks of glittering gold when he returns you to the ground.
"Welcome home." you breathily greet him. You swear Cassian puffs his chest out like a proud parrot every time he can get your vision to go starry with his kisses.
"You should've moved in a long time ago. I like coming home to you." Cassian's voice is smooth, deep as if purring.
Rhysand chuckles at your swooning thoughts toward the general. "Easy Cass. Get her any more riled up and we may not make it to the bedroom in time."
The cool caress of Azriel's shadows slithering up your legs accelerates the 'lub dub' of your chest.
"Aw, am I exciting you princess?" The general gets an immediate reaction when he picks up the scent of your arousal dripping from between your legs. Dark delight curls Cassian's lips.
Rhysand and Azriel appear to smell you as well. Hunger straightens their backs and their pupils blowing out. Azriel's serpentine shadows squeeze the fat of your upper thigh, another prods curiously at your clothed pussy, asking for permission inside. "Now sweetling, you wouldn't want anyone to come upon us and ruin our fun. Be a good girl and head up those stairs."
"You heard him." Rhysand reinforces Azriel's command when you hesitate, your face beet red. His chin tilts up, gesturing to the staircase on your right.
They looked like three wolves before they pounce on the poor unsuspecting lamb. You go up the stairs on wobbly legs. Every inch of you tingled with anticipation feeling the heat of the boys at your back. They're basically panting behind you, forced to watch the sway of your hips and ass as you go up one step and then another. Its a race to the bedroom door. You're the one to twist the knob, but its the flat of three palms against the door's smooth frame that shove it wide open. Cassian scoops you up, the ground slipping out from under you.
Cassian twirls you around before settling you down on the mattress like the treasure you were. If he possessed a tail, you bet all the riches in Prythian that it would be wagging fast. His lips are placing kisses all along your exposed legs, having flipped your dress skirts up. You uncontrollably giggle when he reaches the upper insides of your thighs, so close to your core.
You catch Rhysand's dark chuckle, the door closing shut follows after.
"Impatient as ever, Cass." Azriel comments and moves to one side of Rhys' bed while Rhysand stalks toward the other.
Hovering over you with his hair tickling your face, Cassian smirks and gifts you one last kiss before allowing you to sit up. With your three mates in front of you, you couldn't help feeling a little shy. Individually, you'd become sexually confident with them. But to have three pairs of lustful eyes all focused in on you. . .
You fidget and squirm, feeling the space between your legs flutter. "S-So. . . how is this going to work?"
"Nervous?" Rhysand reaches his hand out to gently stroke a lock of your hair.
"A little. I mean, to have the Night Court's high lord, general and spymaster all together is a bit intimidating. But I trust all of you." You grip Rhys' hand and move it towards your lips to kiss his knuckles; swearing that you hear him sharply inhale as you do so. You spoke the truth when you said you trusted them. They had you feeling confident and bold with the lavish amounts of love that they bestowed you with each day. How they made you feel like you could take on the very world itself as long as they were by your side.
Letting go of Rhysand's hand, you start to undress; overtly cognizant of their heated stares. Fully naked, you decide that Azriel's been so patient in waiting for attention. He grins when you crawl onto his lap and cup his jaw to pull him into a fervant kiss. His wings twitch and the shadows that perpetually clung to him push you closer against his form. In the background, you hear Rhysand and Cassian shuffle around. You wonder if they'd talked about this often.
"Oh, we have." Rhysand grins. "Many times. Sweetling, you have no idea the of the plans we've devised."
Azriel bites your lip in the moment making you gasp. Those powerful hands of his grip your ass tightly, forcefully moving you in a grinding motion against his hardening cock. Not caring that a smear of your arousal shined on the fabric of his pants.
"All the ways we can absolutely devour you."
Behind you, sharp teeth graze your shoulder making you squirm even more on Azriel's lap.
"The delicious thing that you are, it was necessary to. . . coordinate our moves." They move from your shoulder to your neck.
Your moans are unrestricted, they simply go directly into Az's mouth. He greedily feasts on them, tendrils of shadows softly gliding down your calf and to your ankles.
Now, Az.
You're not spared even a second before you're flipped around. Azriel takes hold of your wrists, splaying you out in front of Rhysand and Cassian. Their tattoos free from the confines of their shirts. And of course their well endowed shafts were already hard.
Rhysand is on his stomache, creeping closer to your pussy lips to brush his mouth against it before nuzzling with the tip of his nose at that little bundle of nerves that had the muscles in your thighs twitching. Teasing at first until his tongue lazily toys with it.
Azriel has you completely restrained. Nowhere for you to run or hide.
Fingers rub along your labia that was coated in your slick. Rhysand uses his fingers to gently pull your lower lips apart.
Your hazy gaze falls on Cassian who is gently stroking himself. He sends you a wolfish grin when he catches you. "Feel good, princess?"
All you can give out in response is a kiltered mewl. Rhysand was making his circles larger and larger around your clit. The tip of his finger starts to tickle at your entrance.
"A-Aahh-" Head lolling back, it falls against Azriel's shoulder. He's kissing the length of your neck, definitely leaving love bites.
Inch by inch, Rhysand inserts his index finger in you and ever so gently begins to curl his finger from inside of you. It's featherlight but enough to send an electric jolt through you and up your throat. Between your legs, Rhysand is constantly changing his speed and pressure. You squirm when Rhysand easily slips another finger inside of you and picks up his tongue speed on your clit.
You're trying your best to gyrate your hips to a near grind against Rhysand's face but Azriel's pesky shadows simply wouldn't allow it.
"Please!" You moan with another pathetic thrust of your hips.
Rhysand's lips smirk against your pussy.
"What do you say, general? Should the high lord let our well mannered lady come?" croons Azriel as he nips at the soft spots on your neck.
The tip of Cassian's cock is blushing with the most perfect bead of precum like a pearl. His lips curl in a smile when he catches your pretty eyes staring at him. He makes a show and swoops his thumb over the tip of his cock, dilated pupils observing how your mouth unconsciously opens with want to take in Cassian's member. And he would love to shove his cock down your throat, but that would have to be another time.
Instead, Cassian chooses to cock his head in scrutiny. "Too soon, don't you think?"
You desperately shake your head in disagreement but behind you Azriel laughs. "You're a cruel bastard aren't you?"
Shrugging indifferently before turning a wicked smirk your way, Rhysand returns to teasingly feasting on you as you squirm to shove your pussy closer to his mouth. He reduced his tongue strocks to pathetic kitten licks that had you wanting more.
Replacing Azriel's hands was the cool grip of his shadows as his hands now grip your tits. Scarred finger pads toy with your nipple until both are erect. Between your legs Rhys continues running the flat of his tongue up and down, dealing little rolls of the tip of his tongue against your clit occasionally. Just enough to keep you on the edge.
You're a whimpering, moaning mess. Half lidded eyes are barely able to make out the now fuzzy image of Cassian as he strolls to your other side. He puts one knee on the bed and leaning on his hands for support, he bites at your free tit that isn't being tortured by Azriel's loving pinches. His mouth latches on instantly.
Focus all over the place, you're lost in your own heady bliss and while you were denied your orgasm, your whole body was trembling from your mates' individual actions.
When Rhysand sits up, you nearly scream in frustration and pull at your shadowy restraints. "No!!"
They laugh at you and the bucking of your hips against empty air. You find yourself being manhandled once again, your tummy pressed against the mattress with your ass high in the air. Instead of Azriel's cock springing in front of your face its' Cass'.
Not needing any instructions, you take him into your mouth. You feel Cassian twitch against your tongue.
"See what a good girl she is, Cass? Come on. She deserves to come." the High Lord runs his hand along your flank, giving the globes of your ass a small squeeze. "Accidentally" slipping his thumb past your pussy lips.
Just to show Cassian what a good girl you were, you swallow more of his girth down your throat and hum. The vibrations that jolt up his cock has Cassian jerking his hips with a groan and threading his fingers into your hair. Rolling his head back, Cassian feels the walls of your throat tighten.
Through the warming of his face, Cassian trains his eyes back on your face.
"I think to sweeten the general up, perhaps our good girl should make the general come." You barely hear Azriel's smooth voice over the pounding of blood vessels in your ears. The entirety of the bottom of your face is covered in your own saliva and Cassian's precum. Your breathing was labored as you even struggled to inhale through your nose. Determination burning you up from the inside as you enjoy Cassian's cacophony of moans. Fueling the inferno in your core that has you wantonly feverish.
Obscenities made up of wet gagging noises coming from you and Cassian's own erratic growls fill Rhysand's master bedroom.
If anyone were to walk by outside-
"Don't think of that." Lightly scolds Rhysand. "There is no world except for the one in this room." His tongue licks from your clit to your perineum making you shiver and moan with your mouth full of Cassian.
There's a tug from Cassian's hand in your hair, pulling you back to the present matter at hand. He grinds his hips against your face. You're more than happy to forget about any sense of decorum or shame.
Your thoughts please Rhysand as he practically purrs against your pussy before he starts a full on make-out session with your lower lips. Your pitiable moans that send pleasurable quivers through Cassian's cock was enough to have his grip tighten in warning before shoving you off. Immediately follows the ribbon of cum shooting from his tip
"F-Fff-Fucking good girl" Cass' tone sounds like a curse but his red cheeks and heaving chest told you plenty. In a appreciative gesture, you run your fingers through the tantalizing streak of his happy trail, skating over the ridge of his cum gutters and up the mountain of abs.
It's all you can do as Rhysand spears that exquisite tongue of into your pussy while also stimulating your clit.
Alright, the general has spoken, sweetling. I'll give you a big reward.
Rhysand makes sure to keep his hands attentive to your messy, wet pussy when he pulls his face away. From the mess you left on his hands, Rhys uses it to coat his cock and and gently taps the tip against your entrance.
All the while Cassian brushes a few strands of hair out of your face before cupping it in his massive, callused hands. He always held you like you were a fragile egg. Intently watching every twitch of your face as Rhysand slowly pushes the blunt end of his cock into you. Inch by inch, he sheathes his member; like a sword with its scabbard. Your mouth parts, forming a soft 'o' shape as you feel your gummy walls accommodate his girth. For even Rhysand its a snug fit but being patient rewards him. Strong hands keep your hips in place.
Need to make sure I stretch you out a little before you take Az.
You're surprised you have a bit of your whits with you as you numbly think Where is Az?
"I'm right here, princess." Azriel sits on the bed once again, this time matching everyone else's nudity.
Again you're taken aback by how truly lucky you are when you gaze at Azriel and Cassian with half-lidded eyes. Cassian was already at half-mast in a matter of seconds thanks to the way your tits bounced when Rhysand fluidly slid his cock in and out. The powerful lines that composed their physique. Each muscle a testament to the trials and tribulations they have survived through. Your mates.
"Yes." He picks up his pace while swiping his thumb over your clit. "We're all your's sweetling." Heat radiating off of Rhysand makes your back start to sweat. Especially when he leans his forehead to press against your shoulder as he nearly folds over you, his thrusts becoming more animalistic as he neared the pinnacle of his own pleasure.
It's ridiculous how hard Rhysand can make you come. Overwhelming that your own small body could hardly contain it in your physical vessel. You can't help the tears that warm the backs of your eyes as you feel a thousand stars burst from inside of you. Stardust blurs your vision as your pussy walls clamp down on Rhysand mercilessly in your orgasm.
You're grateful that Rhysand solely is keeping you up. Your own body fails you as muscles spasm and every bare inch of you grows overly sensitive to Rhys' tightening grip.
Searing heat fills your core. The only sign that Rhysand has reached his climax as well besides the vicious bites he leaves all over your shoulders.
Your boys laugh when you face plant into the mattress, a heaving mess already and Cassian nor Azriel have had their fun yet. You will your arms to lift you up.
Red faced Rhysand takes pity on you and wraps one arm around your midsection to help you at least sit up enough to focus on the other two males whose chest are heaving just as much as yours'. Azriel's pupils have swelled till they took over his natural eye color. They'd look terrifying if it weren't for their raging cocks.
Well. . . the sight of those impressive members were slightly terrifying but also thrilling. Surprised when you felt your sticky pussy clench with need. Spoiled your cunt had become. Utterly spoiled by your three indulgent mates.
Cauldron grant you strength.
"Az and Cass will take care of you while I get you some water." Rhysand breathily tells you as he attempts to catch his own breath. You pout slightly when he moves to leave. He kisses your lips to placate the pout. "I'll be back. You'll be good. Won't you?"
"Always." You beam up at him. It has Rhysand melting, debating on staying and sending for one of the wraiths to fetch you water, but he knew you loathe the idea of anyone hearing your moans besides your mates.
With another promise of being prompt, Rhysand takes a second to at least put some pants on before leaving the room.
That's when Cassian unexpectedly pounces on you, pushing you back down against the mattress as you squeal your surprise. His lips are all over you, nips and kisses alike.
"Remember, we have to wait for Rhys." Azriel pipes up much to Cassian's chagrin as he shoots the spymaster a tampered down glare. While he's not too bothered with waiting, that doesn't mean he wasn't going to play around with you a little bit.
"Yeah yeah I know." Cass grins, his face leans down to hover over your tits before he takes on in his mouth. His teeth gently tug at your nipple making you warble. He hollows out his cheeks to give it a good suckle. "You'd probably do with a good tit sucking, Az." Comments Cassian once he removes his lips with a loud 'pop' noise.
"Then quit hogging them." Grins Azriel and pushes his brother's face away from your chest. Actually he nearly shoves Cassian off of you in his haste to latch his lips around your pert and abused bud. Imprints of Cassian's front teeth could be made out on the delicate skin of your breasts. Cassian doesn't put up a fight and watches Azriel swiftly clamber atop of you.
His giant wings block out the rest of the room, encasing you so that you could only focus on the spymaster.
He slithers down onto his tummy, his face making a slow ascent to your tits. Biting at the undersides, soft and tender and already baring red marks from Cassian's previous nibbling. Azriel's palm goes to cup at your heated pussy, still slick from your orgasm and leaking even more now with their touches.
You grind against his bare hand, absolutely drooling at the deep growl that rolls through him when you do so. Feel your lower lips spread against his palm, Azriel lets out another debauched groan that was now being muffled thanks to your nipple in his mouth.
Wrapping your arms around Azriel's head, you pull him closer to your chest and weave your fingers into his dark hair. In response his suckling becomes louder, the sensation shooting a thrill to your pussy. You coo praises with your head thrown back and your legs wrapping around Azriel's waist.
"Uh-uh sweetheart." Azriel lifts his face when he feels you trying to wiggle onto his cock. "Cassian has to stretch you out next."
"I've taken you before though. I can do it without any prep." Complaining, you're basically whimpering when Azriel peels himself completely off of you. You want to bite your tongue off for even saying anything.
"Looks like she's about to have a tantrum." Teases Rhysand when he opens the bedroom door to slink back in, but it was true. Azriel had worked you back up and now you were in need of another cock inside of you.
At least he's able to stop your pouting when you hands you water. You didn't realize how parched you were until the first splash of cold water hits your tongue. Guzzling it down, you're not paying attention to your bat boys having a silent conversation. One that you were not allowed in on.
Rhysand winks. Distracting you from Cassian sneaking up and lifting you high up onto his shoulders, smashing his face right into your pussy. Your fingers claw at his shoulders for stability as you feel yourself teeter to and fro.
"Cass!" Squealing, you can't enjoy his tongue fucking into you since you're doing your best to not fall.
Doesn't help when you can feel the vibrations of Cassian's low chuckle.
Its hard to forget just how powerful your mates are. Reminded consistently by their massive muscles. Cassian's hands never quivered in holding you up above his face.
You shiver and go slack jawed.
There you go.
Shadows help you to steady yourself on Cassian's hands, giving him your absolute trust.
When he's satisfied with how wet you are, Cassian slowly moves you down onto his lap. Each inch of him you took in, you let out sweet little cries. Lewd squelches emit from your singing pussy, Azriel and Rhysand watch with rapt attention at the general's cock splitting you open.
Your high lord nudges at his spymaster.
Azriel obeys and right in the middle of a cry provoked by a particularly hard thrust on Cassian's end, Azriel shoves his cock into your wide open mouth. The back of your throat is punched by the tip of Azriel's cock, enticing your gag reflex to choke you. Corners of your mouth ache when your lips have to widen even more in order to take Azriel's fat dick. Your eyes burn with dewey tears and a silver string of saliva dribbles down your chin.
Cassian continues to fuck you harder and your muffled cries has Azriel's spine tingling and his cock twitching in your mouth as his hips continue to thrust in and out.
Even with Cassian supporting all of your weight, you find your thighs trembling and hips quaking every smack of Cassian's pelvis meeting your ass.
Surprisingly, Azriel's own rhythm matched that of Cassian's. They really did plan this out. Impressive.
"We had to plan things out. You could get hurt otherwise." Rhysand replies. He couldn't explain the immense arousal it gave him to watch his brothers spitroast you. To watch the veins in your throat bulge and your red face streaked as pleasure induced tears slip down your cheeks. Quite the sight to behold and the most beautiful image in the world to Rhys.
The same time your head was bobbing, so was your ass as Cassian lets out possessive growls that outwardly had him appearing vicious. Cass' grip on your thighs told him otherwise, it was one of assured strength that he would not let you fall.
He knew you always thought yourself to be the lucky one in the relationship. Lucky to brag of your three strong mates that could rule all of Prythian's courts if they developed the taste for it.
In all honesty, they were the ones who felt like the luckiest bastards.
A mate wasn't something they ever thought would be bestowed to them. Blood trailed behind them. Brutal childhood years that physically and mentally scarred them for life.
You were their reward for all those horrible years.
And he couldn't imagine sharing you with anyone else but his lifelong friends that were basically brothers to him.
You're slapped across the face as another climax seizes control of your limbs. Spasming against Cassian's face that was now utterly demolished by your slick that gave his lips a shiny glaze.
You don't give Azriel an opportunity to pull his member out of your mouth before he too is creaming against your tongue. Thick, long ropes that coats your esophagus.
Abruptly, Azriel rips his cock out of your mouth as Cassian flips you onto your back and with one hand, holds your knee ditch in place and truly pounds into your pussy that had your tits bouncing uncontrollably from the velocity. He's smacking your wet, overly sensitive clit using the flat of his fingers. You shriek, feeling your back swallowed up by the mattress below you. Cassian could crush all of your bones and you wouldn't give a flying fuck in that minute.
With one last, devastating thrust, Cassian spills his warmth into you.
Giving yourselves extra time to come down from yet another post-coital high, Cassian slips out from you and gently places your legs back down. He pats your flank like you're a brood mare. "Atta girl."
Unable to conjure the energy to laugh, instead you wheeze out a scoff and half-heartedly swat at his arm.
He casts Rhysand and Azriel a teasing grin. "She's ready."
Azriel, your usually sweet and gentle Azriel suddenly has a predatory glint in his eyes. "Spread her."
Working together, Rhysand and Cassian grab hold of one leg each; parting them so Azriel can lewdly examine his prey.
"Look at this." Azriel hums and swipes his finger along the slit of your pussy, collecting a bit of Cassian's cum on his index finger. "Already stuffed. I wonder if my cock can even fit in there with both Rhys' and Cass' cum."
Despite your heated blush that made you dizzy, your lips quirk up. "The only way to find out is to try."
With all of the mixed liquids coating your cunt, it was pretty easy for Azriel to slide half of his cock into you. The rest he eased in with a few rocks of his hips. A growl that comes from the pit of his stomach is ripped out of Azriel, his wings flaring out when he takes you. His brothers continue to possess a secure hold on your thighs as their eyes focus in on the contorting features of your face.
The pressure of his cock is enough to pin you down. Overwhelming even but you'd taken his shaft before and you were determined to do it again.
In order to do so, you will your body into complete, ragdoll obedience that relaxes your entire body; even the death grip the walls of your cunt had on Azriel. It garnered him more wiggle room to start bullying his cock further into you.
Rhys actually breathes out a soft laugh "Wow. . . is that what being 'cock drunk' looks like?"
Cassian groans and using his free hand begins to fist his dick. "Cock drunk on Az's cock, princess?"
Unable to laugh, instead Az's lips twitched into a grin; one of his hands roam to stroke your cheek. You're thoughtlessly nodding along to whatever Cassian was saying. All you understood were the two words "Az's" and "cock".
For a second, you really do fear that Azriel will split you in half when his length pushes past the sensitive roof of your pussy and rams its head against your cervix.
Each love tap had your toes curling inward and your eyes rolling back.
Another?
Greedy girl. Do you even know how many times you've come?
You squeal, hips meeting Azriel's in perfect synchronicity. They can taunt you all they wanted. As much as they made you cock drunk, the three of them were completely pussy whipped.
In retaliation Rhysand gives your nipple a harsh tug. "You'll pay for that later, sweetling."
Exhausted was an understatement.
All four of you lay in a disgusting heap of limbs and collective sweat. Half of Cassian's body hung off the edge of the bed. He didn't mind. At least he was able to cool off even his foot was basically touching the ground and put a few inches between himself and Azriel. You lay between the spymaster and the high lord. Waters were retrieved after the fun was officially over.
Now you lay with your mates sated and unspeakably happy.
Your inner musings have Rhysand smiling. He turns your face toward him using but his fingers on your chin. "We live to make you happy." Rhysand languidly kisses you, enjoying the flavor upon your lips. A combination of everyone's juices. They would help you get to the bath. Eventually.
"I'm taking it the princess was satisfied?" Cheekily grinned Cassian.
You laugh though it costs your body to wince in slight discomfort. "Yes. If you didn't notice, I quite enjoyed myself."
Azriel nuzzles his nose along the length of your neck. Mentally you make a note that you'd have to visit the dressmaker so that they could alter your gowns to make them cover your neck and chest. Without context, many would assume the red marks all over your body was a sign of disease. Showing up to a professional meeting with hickeys all over your body wouldn't bode well either.
"Lets try double penetration next time!" Chimes Cassian.
Mother be good, these boys were certainly going to be the death of you.
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Calling the acotar men 'good boy'
warnings: smut (18+!), sub!acotarmen (wingplay, hair pulling)
Rhys
Sometimes he gets needy, very needy. And I think Rhys would be very whiny and pleading when the moor is like that
You were on his lap, kissing his neck. His hands holding your hips, pushing you harder against him
You nibble ons his earlobe, making him shudder. âPlease touch me alreadyâ he pleads.
âSo eager, arenât you?â you tease, slowly stroking the hardening bulge over his pants.
âPleaseâ he whines when you start opening his pants. You grab his hard length, slowly stroking the soft skin.Â
Rhys always lets out those high pitched moans when heâs needy like this. His eyes and mouth halfopen when you start tugging in an agonizing pace.
âThatâs my good boyâ you smile. He lets out another one of those high pitched moans when he hears the nickname.
You get off his lap, lowering on your knees before him.
âY-you donât have t-â he tries, but you cut him off, pressing your lips against his tip. He always acts like this, wanting to give. But you want to give something back, you want to give this to him.
Cassian
Heâs a switch, definitely, but his filthy mouth never stops. So when youâre both in the mood and youâre riding him, holding him down against the mattress with your one hand, the other one touching his wings teasingly, he loses it.Â
âYes baby, you look so hot like thisâ he groans out. You answer with a slow stroke on the inside of his wing. A strangled moan leaves his lips, making you grin.Â
You quicken your pace, his hands guiding your hips to move faster.Â
The man looks so pretty like this, I swear. He is blushing hard and his hair is so messy, his eyes all droopy and sometimes you can even see some tears on the edges.
âYouâre such a good boy, arenât you?âÂ
The nickname always makes him melt in a puddle for you, he lets out a loud whiny sigh, his eyes closing and head leaning back into the pillows.
âYes, Iâm your good boyâ
âYou are babyâ you smile, your hand tracing his sweaty muscular torso. âYou always areâ
When heâs in a subby mood, he always comes so hard and so much. âYes baby, come for me, such a good boy when you moan like that for meâ you whisper, guiding him through his orgasm.
Azriel
Az is mostly a dom, but sometimesâŚsometimes he lets you take control.
He is sitting up on his office chair, you straddling him, slowly riding him. Your one hand is around his neck, softly caressing the hair on his neck. Your other hand is on his thigh behind you, helping you for leverage.
The rare moments you take control, he is so fucked out. His half closed eyes tracing your body, watching the way you move up and down. His hair hangs before his eyes and his mouth is slightly open open.
âFeels so goodâ he moans. You start moving faster in answer, grabbing his neck harder and leaning in for a passionate kiss.
You had never tried new (subby) nick names before, but you had wanted to for a while now. So thatâs when you finally did it.
âGood boyâ you mumble against his neck. The only thing he does is grab your ass harshly and stare in your eyes with a confused look. âHuhâ he says.
âI said youâre a good boy Azzie, my good boyâ you say, licking the soft spot on his neck.
Az lets out a high pitched moan in answer. âYes, y-yes I amâ he stumbles out. âAlways so good for me, fucking me so good, filling me up just like the good boy you areâ you just canât stop saying it once itâs out and you see the effect on him.
He comes in you with a loud moan then, grabbing your hips so tightly, pushing his seed into you harshly. His whole body is trembling. He looks at you shyly, heâd never come that fast before.
âGuess I should call you that more oftenâ you smirk
Lucien
Youâre in the same position as with Az, but on the couch. Itâs one of his all time favourite positions. You riding him, but close enough so your breasts are pushed against his chest.Â
He moans into your hair, his big hands on your back, grabbing you tightly to hold you close to him.Â
âYouâre so prettyâ he groans. You smile and tangle your fingers in his soft long hair.Â
âNot as pretty as youâ you smile, placing kisses all over his face and neck. âSo prettyâ. And it was true, he looked beautiful. Soft moans on those swollen lips, his golden skin glowing. The hair that was normally so neatly styled, now messy with your hands in it.
Youâre surprised when he puts his hand on the one you have in his hair. His eyes are pleading.Â
âWhat do you want babyâ you tease. âPleaseâ he sighed âpull itâ he says it so quietly, it always gets him shy when he has to admit he likes it when you grab his locks in your hand.
âOnly when you are a good boy for meâ
âB-but, I.. I am.â he stutters. âAre you sure âbout that baby?â you smile.
He doesnât protest but decides to let his actions talk by grabbing your breasts softly, putting your nipple against his mouth. Sucking and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. You moan out.
âYes, good boyâ you sigh. Before he can answer you reward him by increasing your pace, riding him faster. You grab his hair, not that hard, but with enough forse to make him moan out loudly. âYes, baby, so good, I love you so muchâ he mumbles out.
Eris
Eris is pounding into you, your legs tightly wrapped around him, skin slapping and moans filling your bedroom.Â
He has difficulty with letting his control go sometimes, so you decide to try something, just to get him out of it. To just let him get loose, even if itâs just for a moment.
���Harderâ you groan out. He complies, breathing heavily, his hair falling before his eyes.
âGood boyâ you moan out, for a moment youâre nervous about his reaction. Will he be repulsed or will it have a good effect on him?
But it was the latter, he unexpectedly lets out a whine, his face falling into your neck. âYou like it when I call you that, donât you?â You smirk.
âY-yesâ he stutters shyly into your neck.
Let's just say, that moment started something. Eris dared do let you take control sometimes and it was amazing
You didn't expect his whines could turn you on so much, but here you were, going feral over the sounds your mate makes.
He looks at you like you were a goddess
He also can't stop playing with your nipples.
He even calls you mommy one night when he's far gone in the pleasure
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I'm thinking about writing for Helion too, let's be honest he's so hot. (or some other high lord)
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ACOTAR MEN X READER, SITTING ON THEIR LAP
⊠summary: different scenarios where you find yourself sitting on them
⊠warnings: nsfw, 18+, mentions of sex, mentions of self-doubt, kissing, begging, gossiping, fluff, smut, crack, fun times and soft Erisđđ
⊠amaraâs note: the original cassian hc was so long that i had to stop myself bc i was thirsting and it turned into a regular oneshot lmaooođ anyways enjoy babes!!!!đđđ
reblogs are really appreciated! :D
RHYSAND
No matter how angry you and Rhys get or how petty the fight is, you two always end up holding hands, even while yelling at each other.
Sitting in his lap while you two argue about random, non important stuff is a standard
You guys just donât do the whole âno touchingâ thing
Today, the argument was over who cooks better, both of you bickering pettily.
âListen, I love you a lot, but the kitchen isnât your best friend. It's crazy how you can burn an empty pot.â
âMaybe youâre crazy,â you retort, arms crossed over your chest as you step closer to him, leaning against his desk in his office.
He keeps arguing with you, going back and forth, while pushing his chair back from the desk to make room for you.
âWhatever, Rhys. I donât even need to cook when I can summon anything. Itâs stupid, and youâre being unfair,â you mutter as you put your hands on his shoulders and plop down in his lap, subconsciously warming at the way he holds your waist and places one hand on your back to keep you steady.
He suppresses a smile, scratching the back of his head as he looks up at your pouting self. âYouâre absolutely right, sweetheart. I donât know what I was thinking. Of course, youâre an amazing chef,â he concedes, his tone laced with affection.
âAwww, come with me while I make you something,â you say, flashing him an oblivious smile.
âOh! Um, you sure we shouldn't order something or..?â he asks nervously, his voice getting higher as he kisses you.
You slip out of his lap and hurry downstairs to plan his meal, assuring him not to worry about ordering anything and to just come down for his favorite meal.
âDear Gods,â he whispers as he gets up, a mix of worry and fear in his voice.
ERIS
Eris had been stressed out for a few weeks now. Nothing you said seemed to make a difference.
He was dealing with his fatherâs death, ruling a new court as the heir, and inheriting the High Lord powers. Your heart ached for him. You wanted to be there for him, giving him hugs and words of encouragement, but you were not on that level yet
Today had been the most stressful day yet, resulting in him shutting down and locking himself up in his bedroom.
âEris, are you okay? Can I please come in?â you knock gently on the wooden door, voice hushed and gentle.
After a few moments of silence, you hear him shuffling behind the door until he opens it very slightly.
He is shirtless, only in a pair of pants. You manage to catch a glimpse of his tired, amber eyes before he turns around to lie in his bed.
The room looks clinically clean, the only disturbance being Erisâs rugged appearance.
Without saying a word, you walk over to him and give him a hug. Itâs a long, warm hug that tells him everything he doesnât allow himself to hear: youâre there for him.
It takes a few moments for him to hug you back, but when he does, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, bringing you into his lap.
Only after an hour of silence does he speak
âI feel like iâm stuck. These powers are killing me, the board is fucking annoying, the folk believe iâm wicked and cruel and i have no idea what to do about anything.â
He looks up at you with desperate eyes, âDo you believe Iâm truly wicked?â
You shake your head in honesty. âNo, honey. I have not met anyone as smart, kindhearted and brave as you. Others do not know you like I do but they should,â you whisper, hands going through his tussled hair. âYouâve been hiding behind your mask for too long, Eris. Let people see the real you.â
The room goes quiet, the only sound being the beating of your hearts.
Slowly his lips meet yours in a new and experimental kiss. He stares up at you with his pupils blown but before you can apologize and get off his lap, he kisses you again and locks his arm around you
âThank you,â he whispers between heating kisses, âThank you, beautiful.â
CASSIAN
âHi there sugar, what can I do for you?â Cassian asks sweetly as he flicks your nose with his finger, happy that you ran into his office and immediately plopped down on his lap
âCan you fuck me?â you ask, frustrated with the lack of dick lately.
His eyes widen slightly at your words, then he slowly cracks a handsome smile. âGods. How inappropriate of you,â he teases, the amusement clear in his voice.
His teasing almost makes you sob. This was totally NOT the time. You almost roll your eyes before realizing he will so not give in if you give him that
âCassian, iâm begging you. I want, no- need to be fucked. Please, iâm losing hearing in my left ear,â you beg as you get closer and sit in his lap, rubbing your hands all over his chest
He looked incredibly good, almost unfairly so. Cassianâs jaw and chin had grown scruffy in a ruggedly masculine way that made him look older and even more attractive.
A week without seeing him had only heightened your weakness for his body, making you throb.
âLosing hearing? You must be really dying for me, huh? Alright then. Iâll let you ride,â he smirks at you while unbuckling his belt.
He finally fucking letâs you fuck, hitting spots that makes you go fuzzy brained.
You make him promise to never be gone again before going for another ride, satisfied when he breathlessly promises.
LUCIEN
There is not a bigger shit-talking couple in Prythian than you two
One look between you two is enough.
Someoneâs being annoying? You share an annoyed glance. Someoneâs being rude? You share a baffled glance. Somethingâs juicyâs happening? You share a glance that says you will so talk about it when you get home.
ââ and he has the audacity to two-time her? Heâs lucky to find even one person willing to date him,â you gossip, lounging in Lucienâs lap, your voice dripping with disbelief.
âYouâre not going to believe this, but this isnât his first time. He did that to Tamlinâs cousin too,â Lucien adds, his tone filled with incredulity.
âNo way,â you gasp in disbelief, shaking your head as the gossip sinks in.
âYeah, apparently this guy fucks around in all courts and cheats on anyone willing to stomach. What a fucking loser, honestly,â Lucien nods in agreement, disdain evident in his voice. âThe sick bastard gets off on it.â
âThat reminds me, guess what I heard about Rhys in Ritaâs yeaterday,â Lucien prompts, leaning in with a sly grin, clearly ready to share some gossip.
âSome males and females were talking about Rhys, saying he's replaced Feyre with a clone,â Lucien whispers, his tone laced with disdain. âAnd get thisâ they think her transformation from human to fae is fake and that there is no way she could possibly be the mother of Nyx.â
âA clone? Theyâll say anything these days,â you exclaim, raising an eyebrow incredulously.
âThat's exactly what I'm saying! They're probably just making shit up out of thin air,â Lucien replies, nodding in agreement.
âI wouldn't put it past them,â you say, shaking your head as you reach for a biscuit, happy to be sitting and gossiping with your love.
AZRIEL
Azriel loves when you sit on his lap.
It makes him feel safe and relaxed knowing you're close to him.
It's something he does every day when he comes home - having you in his lap. Sometimes you both sit quietly, other times you talk or fuck or cuddle, depending on how youâre feeling.
Azriel especially likes the fuck part.
He loves the part where you sit on his lap while he works. If youâre good, heâll bend you over his desk and fuck you. If not, he still fucks you but he does it with no mercy
He makes you sit on his dick and tells you not to move and inch or you will be edged for hours, not being allowed to cum once
Fucking torture is what it is honestly
âStop moving around so much, i canât focus.â
âDo you blame me? Youâve buried your dick in me, of course iâm moving. Maybe do something about that.â
He raises his eyebrows at your snarky comment. If itâs something he didnât need today it was sass.
His day was quite shitty and all he needed was his sweet mate who would kiss away his problems and take his dick perfectly
Azriel smiled slightly as he put his pen down. He would take out his frustrations on you today.
âYou want to be fucked? Letâs fuck,â he says in a low tone
In the end, all his papers are scattered, all pens on the floor.
He is relaxed and all smiley while youâre on deathâs doorđ
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Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader x Rhysand
Kinktober 2024: Double Penetration
Description: You've had Rhysand and Azriel one after the other multiple times, but you can only imagine how much better it will feel to have them at the same time.
Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration in different holes, cockwarming (kind of), fingering, slight dom/sub dynamics, some rhys x azriel, dirty talk
Word Count: ~2,7k
Rating: 18+ MDNI
Notes: This is sort of a continuation for All Over My Skin, but there's hardly any plot in either story so it's not necessary to read them both. Hope you enjoy!
Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
âYou're stalling.â
There's really no reason for you to be feeling so impatient when you were sitting on Rhysand's lap as he leaned back against the headboard, his cock tucked in deep inside you, his mouth littering your neck and shoulder with wet kisses, while Azriel kneeled behind you, his fingers stretching out your other hole gently. This was something right out of a wet dream, but these males had turned you into an insatiable version of yourself, one that could never get enough of them no matter how many times they fucked you. That's exactly what led to this situation in fact.
âWe're not stalling.â Rhys kisses a path up to your ear, biting your earlobe softly, a warning not to be so impatient. âWe're getting you ready.â
âI am ready,â you argue back, wrapping your arms around his neck thigher.
âThat's not up for you to decide, darling,â he easily dismisses you, one of his hands moving down to hold your asscheek, spreading it further apart for his spymaster.
âIt's not up to you either,â you taunt.
If someone were to stumble into this room, it would only take them a handful of seconds to understand Azriel was the one in charge, not the High Lord, not in this bed. Which is exactly why you focus your efforts on the other male - he was always a lot sweeter and more receptive to your begging anyway.
âAzriel,â you whine unashamedly, turning around to face him as best as you could. He simply chuckled, leaning closer, his chest coming into contact with your back, supporting you as you leaned back. âI promise I'm ready.â
âYou promise?â He starts kissing your neck just like Rhys had been doing, biting a mark of his own onto your skin. You nod in confirmation, clenching around his fingers when he scissors them slowly, getting rewarded with a soft groan of approval. âI think you might be,â he mumbles against your jaw.
Looking down at Rhys, you can't help the triumphant smile from taking over your features, a familiar fire burning in his eyes in response. âYou're lucky I enjoy fucking the attitude out of you so much,â he says, grinding into you ever so softly. Good thing you enjoy that thoroughly as well.
Azriel's fingers abandon you suddenly, his mouth following suit as he moves away from you completely. You almost feel cold when he does, leaning forward into the High Lord's arms, instinctively seeking his warmth instead. He welcomes you despite your bickering, caressing your back lovingly.
Even though this had been your idea and you had been more than insistent, now that it was about to happen you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. This wasn't the first time you had done anal, or even that Azriel or Rhys had fingered you like that, but Azriel was big, and taking either of them in your cunt always made you feel incredibly full. You might have bitten more than you could chew wanting to have them both like this.
It was also impossible to see behind you so every little noise left you wondering what was about to happen, the anticipation driving you crazy. Apparently that was easily remedied as Rhysand simply put his daemati abilities to good use and shared his view with you, showing the way Azriel coated his cock in that tonic of his that he also used when he was stretching you out. You drop a chaste kiss on his cheek, a small thanks for easing your nerves. He lets out a distracted hum in acknowledgement, too focused on the sight of Azriel fisting his cock as he stared at the way your cunt swallowed Rhys.
You can't help but tense up slightly when Azriel comes closer and reaches out to hold your hip, cursing yourself mentally. After insisting so much, you really didn't want to make them feel like you weren't ready or getting cold feet. You still wanted this more than anything. He simply leans down, dropping a soft kiss over your spine and mumbles against the skin, âI promise I'll take care of you, angel.â
Nodding, you lay onto Rhys' chest, who wraps his arms around you, and let them take the lead, focusing on taking deep breaths and letting the way they touch you relax your body, trusting they will make this amazing for you. The High Lord reaches between your bodies wordlessly, finding your clit and rolling it slowly around his thumb until you're melting into him, short puffs of breath hitting his heated skin.
The next time Azriel reaches for your hip, there's no room for hesitation or nerves as he thumbs at your hole before lining himself up properly, only a tremble passing through your body at the feeling, one that convinces him that you were ready.
âNeed you to arch your back for me,â Azriel says, running a hand up your spine as you follow his command. âJust like that.â
A choked whimper escapes you as he manages to coax the thick head of his cock into you carefully. Knowing the adjustment you have to make just to fit him in your cunt, this almost feels surreal. He doesn't move for a while, letting you adjust as his hands fall on your sides, squeezing comfortingly.
âLet me see you, darling.â Rhys' voice breaks you out of your thoughts, abandoning the safe place you'd created for yourself in his neck, lifting yourself up on trembling arms so you could look up at his hauntingly beautiful face. He lets out a breathy chuckle, one strong hand coming up to hold your cheek as he takes notice of your half lidded eyes and the small pants escaping you, thumbing at your lower lip. âYou look like such a pretty mess.â
No matter how much you love to argue with him, you can't even bring yourself to deny it. Everything felt too sensitive in that moment, and not only being stretched out in both holes but also the way his thumb kept abusing your clit were clouding your mind further into the abyss with each passing breath. He tilts his head as he watches the fight leave your eyes, a wicked smirk growing on his face.
âI wonder,â he starts, hand dropping to your thigh, âwhat will happen if I do this.â As soon as the words leave his mouth he pulls his hips back slightly and fucks his cock back into you, not giving you a chance to even prepare yourself. A gasp escapes you, nails biting into his shoulders as he repeats the motion, grinding into you.
âSlowly, Rhys,â Azriel warns behind you, taking advantage of your distraction to drive a bit more of his cock into you, letting out a groan of his own when he barely finds resistance, your tight walls fighting to accommodate him.
âShe can take it. Can't you, darling?â
You felt close to insanity, the way they both stretched you out sending you to another realm of pleasure, hands grasping for Rhysand's face, bringing him into a messy kiss. He was right, you could take it, and despite feeling damn near overwhelmed between the both of them, you still wanted more.
A purr of approval echoes in your mind, the familiar sound making your toes curl, prompting yet another shaky moan past your parted lips. Need more? He speaks into your mind, biting your lip at the same time. Please. You would worry about how easy you had been reduced to begging another day, right now you were ready to do just about anything for them not to stop, and for Azriel to hurry. Tell him. Beg him to fuck your ass, nice and pretty.
âAzriel,â you breathe out, âI can take it.â
Rhysand's teeth sink harder into your lip, a light reprimand for not obeying him completely. It's not like you ever do, he can't be too surprised. He lets out a soft chuckle, kissing the corner of your mouth. Even if he wasn't privy to the mental conversation you were having without him, Azriel knew you both well and your body even better, he knew exactly what you needed.
âKeep moving,â he throws at Rhys, meeting his eyes over your shoulder. His grip tightening on you as his patience threatens to slip at the mere thought of finally fucking you. The High Lord follows his command obediently, both his hands grasping onto the sides of your thighs as he starts thrusting into you harder, hitting all the right spots.
It's a welcomed distraction, one Azriel is clearly counting on to keep moving inside you without a chance of hurting you, but the stimulation on your clit is missed immediately, prompting you to do it yourself, circling it between your fingers in time with Rhys' thrusts.
âFuck. You're taking me so well,â Azriel lets out as he also starts grinding into you, thrusting his cock out slowly only to push it back in a bit deeper, repeating the motion a few times until he was completely seated inside you, stopping his motions to let you adjust, as your body trembled against theirs.
It was hard to wrap your head around what you were feeling. You had never felt so full, had never been so full, but Rhys doesn't give your mind a chance to linger, always wanting to see you absolutely wrecked. He starts fucking into you even harder, making you forget yourself.
An orgasm hits you unexpectedly a few thrusts in, after floating in calm waters for so long your body gives in at the first proper stimulation it receives. Your forehead falls on his shoulder, eyes rolling back, a choked moan escaping you, a scarred hand replacing yours against your clit intensifying the trembles running through your body as you arch into him and fall into darkness.
The fog doesn't disperse from your mind right away when you come down, barely registering the way Azriel wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you up until your back is up against his chest, the angle driving his cock even deeper inside, your legs still spasming softly as your hands move to hold onto Rhysand's waist.
âSo fucking beautiful, all fucked out for us,â Rhysand praises, a purr in his chest as if he had been the one to cum. You can't do much but blink up at him, a shiver running down your spine at the hunger in his gaze. âDon't tell me you're already tired, darling.â
You swallow around a dry throat, trying to push past the haziness and find a good rebuttal for the High Lord's teasing when Azriel kisses your neck, stealing your attention and clouding your mind before you get the chance. The simple gesture sends a shudder down your body, making you clench around them, both males smirking around a moan at your reaction.
âAre you?â The shadowsinger whispers right into your ear, the teasing tone to his voice reminiscent of the menace watching the scene unfold in front of you. You shake your head in vehement denial. Azriel tuts, biting your earlobe. âUse your words, angel.â
âIâm not tired,â you rush to explain. âStill need you, need you both.â
âWant us to fuck you?â
âWanna make you cum. Please.â
As soon as the words leave your mouth, Azriel is pushing you gently back down closer to Rhys, both males maneuvering you until they have a good enough angle and start thrusting into you in tandem, tentatively at first, trying not to overwhelm you too fast once again, though it's easier said than done, especially when you were still trembling on the edge.
Even as they pick up their pace, you can tell Azriel is holding himself back. He has fucked you enough times for you to know the way he moves and rolls his hips by heart. It's sweet, incredibly so, and it's on occasions like these that make you doubt you will be able to keep this relationship platonic, but right now you needed him to fuck you until you couldn't think straight.
Moving your hips back against them as best as you can, your hand finds his, murmuring between harsh breaths, âHarder.â
A single word sends them both moving frantically, a drawn out moan echoing around the room along with sounds of wet skin slapping together and mindless praises. When you asked them to do this, you hadn't stopped to think that this would also be their first time, and that they would be into it as much as you were.
In a mess of limbs and sweat, tucked in between their strong bodies, you feel a familiar knot low in your stomach tightening rapidly. You don't even get a chance to warn them when Rhysand beats you to it, a curse escaping him as he cums inside you, milking himself dry, hips never stopping. Even if you hadn't been unbearably close already, watching the High Lord lose control, holding your body closer as he spilled inside you, would have certainly sent you over the edge either way.
This time you have time to prepare for it, to bask in the pleasure without feeling like you'd been drowned. Though this doesn't make it any less intense, nothing with these two is ever anything less than intense. You see stars bursting behind your eyelids, incoherent words and gasped moans escaping your lips as you fall forward, trusting that they will hold you and coax as much pleasure from you as they can.
Rhysand kisses you as you're coming down, parting from your abused lips to watch you struggle to catch your breath. He had long since stopped moving inside you, but Azriel's thrusts still moved you along his cock enough for oversensitivity to start biting.
âHolding back, Az?â He asks, staring into hazel eyes, his hands moving to hold onto your asscheeks, assisting him, and giving him an even better view in the process.
Turning your head, you try to watch him as well, the handsome male throwing a stupidly gorgeous smile at you when he catches you looking. As irresistibly handsome as the shadowsinger always is, this had to be your favorite look on him. Azriel leans over you while you're too busy gawking at him, letting some of his weight fall on you and Rhys.
âJust wanted to watch you first,â he murmurs, dropping two messy kisses to your shoulder and another to your neck, speeding up his pace as he starts chasing his orgasm.
His gaze locks on Rhysand's once again, their eyes never straying from each other as his hips start faltering, getting closer. When the High Lord grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a hungry kiss, you feel a shudder running through him, his thrusts turning short and harder as he cums inside you at last, filling you up just like Rhys had done. You can't help but let out a needy moan, not only at the feeling but also at the sight. You wonder if they'd let you watch them like they so often watch the other fuck you.
Rhysand breaks away from the kiss with a small laugh, blinding purple eyes finding yours. âI really need to teach you how to think quietly.â
Rolling your eyes, you simply drop a quick kiss to his lips when Azriel moves back, hands splaying over your ass, thumbs pushing the fat apart, taking one last look at both of their cocks nestled inside you, at how full you were.
âFuck,â he breathes out, pulling out of you carefully and helping Rhys do the same, turning you around gently, allowing you to properly see him again. âAre you alright?â
âMore than,â you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him, hugging his body as close as possible. You just about start purring when you feel Rhysand's hands fall on his waist, holding you both in his embrace. You almost wished you could freeze time right then, and stay in that moment forever.
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