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Labyrinth: Nest

C3 | C4 : Nest | C5

Alpha!Feysand x Omega!Reader - A Backrooms AU

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Summary: Nothing feels quite right, until you're given everything you need to build the perfect nest. And even then, it can be a struggle.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, light smut, dub-con cause Y/N is at the start of her heat

Words: ~3.1k

Author's Note: yaaaay I'm so happy to finally have another fun chapter of Labyrinth done!! This is pretty much just puuuure nesting fluff plus some smooching and uhhhh... well I'll just let you guys read 🤭 I hope you guys like this one!! Talk to me in the comments 😁

18+ only pls

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You drifted in and out of sleep, snuggled in the arms of Feyre and Rhys. It was perfect somehow, with their scents and heartbeats filling your senses. One of their hands was running up and down your spine in a rhythmic motion, and you wanted to arch your back into it, but that would be so much work.

Every now and then your body went rigid when you felt like something was wrong, but that wonderful purr sounded in your ear and you would go limp once more.

You only woke up when you were shifted from being mostly on Rhys’s lap to entirely on Feyre’s, a long whine leaving you when you looked around, and he was nowhere to be found.

“Shh, omega, it’s okay. Rhys just went to grab some things for your nest,” Feyre whispered in your ear, and you went stiff in her hold.

Nest?

Feyre laughed fondly beneath you, pulling your against her more tightly. “That’s right, omega, your nest. You’re going to want to make it perfect soon, I’d imagine.”

You nuzzled your face against her neck, taking in a deep breath of her scent. “What’s a nest?”

“Ah, that’s right, you haven’t had a heat before, baby,” Feyre sighed. “A nest is what an omega builds for their heat, usually with a lot of blankets, pillows, furs - anything soft and comforting, really. And you’re so close to going into heat, I’m sure you must be dying for a safe nest to stay in.”

A contented sigh left you at the idea, of a safe, cushy nest to stay in with the two of them.

“With your alphas, of course we’ll join you in your nest, ‘mega.”

Turning your head to look at Feyre, you whispered, “Alpha?” A deep purr rumbled through Feyre and you collapsed against her, boneless from the wonderful noise. “Alpha,” you sighed.

Feyre stood from the couch a moment later, with you safely tucked in her arms, nose pressed to her neck. “That’s my omega, good girl,” she cooed as she brought you back into their bedroom, settling you on the large mound of furs. “So sweet for me.”

You hummed as you tugged her down, slotting your lips to hers.

What had gotten into you? You weren’t sure, but kissing Feyre, alpha, felt right.

Your lips parted, a breathy sigh leaving them when Feyre gently pushed you down, her body covering yours perfectly. Her soft lips met yours again, sure and confident as one of her hands cradled the back of your head. You melted into her hold, lips parting to let Feyre’s tongue dip inside.

“You got started without me, I see,” Rhys chuckled from the doorway, and you jerked away from Feyre as far as you could, her mouth finding its way to your neck instead. He dropped what he was holding on the ground, the large stack of pillows he’d been carrying falling on top of a pile of blankets, and next to it a pile of plush furs, similar to those you were laying on. “Oh, don’t stop because of me, omega,” he purred, violet eyes flicking to where Feyre’s mouth was latched to your neck, then back to your eyes.

Rhys turned, leaving the room, and you let out a loud keen at the sight, causing him to rush to your side a moment later.

“What is it, omega?” Feyre asked, her worried eyes trained on you as well.

A pout fell on your lips, but you didn’t answer. You didn’t know how to answer, other than you didn’t want Rhys to leave, but…

That was ridiculous.

“No, it’s not, omega,” Rhys reassured you, a large palm cupping the right side of your face. “You’re nearly in heat, and you need your alphas nearby. But don’t worry, I’ll only be gone for a few minutes. Feyre will keep gladly keep you company, I’m sure, or you could start working on your nest.”

You bit your lip but nodded, doing your best to ignore the uneasy feeling in your gut as Rhys left the room, heading somewhere off to the right. The whine that left you was unintentional, but you couldn’t help it.

“Do you want to start on your nest, love?” Feyre asked as she turned your away from the door and towards her with a gentle hand. “You’ll regret it if you don’t, I think. And look, Rhys brought in so many pretty fabrics for you to choose from!” She said cheerily, turning your head now to look at said offerings.

They did look appealing… And it couldn’t hurt to at least pick through the pile, right?

Feyre grinned and moved off of you, standing and pulling you up with her. She gently pushed you towards the piles, and that was all the permission you needed to plunge your fingers into fabric, finding the pieces that felt nicest against your skin.

Soft plush throws and swathes of silk were gently placed on the edge of the existing mound of furs as you searched the pile further, pleased as a peach when you found a thick, down comforter in a sage green - perfect to cover the base of your nest.

You set to it, laying the comforter down over as much of the pile of furs as you could before grabbing pillows, arranging them in a circle around the border of the blanket. From there you added a layer of blankets, making sure the layer was smoothed out.

It was then that you noticed both of your alphas were gone, tears instantly welling in your eyes as you looked through the doorway for them without moving from the pile of furs that you had been rifling through.

“Alpha?” you asked quietly, the tone of your voice pitiful, even to you. When no one answered, you fell forward into the pile, tears leaking onto furs as you cried at being alone again.

You didn’t think you could handle it.

“Hey, what’s this?” Feyre asked from behind you, and you shot up, looking to the doorway, where she was standing, Rhys and his massive wings lurking behind her. You sniffled, wiping away stray tears as she came to you, setting down the armful of pillows she was carrying before pulling you into her arms. “I’m sorry we left, ‘mega, we just wanted to get more nesting materials for you,” she explained as she wiped away one last tear that had fallen.

You pouted at her, annoyed that they’d left without telling you. “Don’t leave again,” you whined when Rhys turned to leave, stopping him in his tracks.

“I only have one more trip of things to bring you, ‘mega, I’ll be back in five minutes, maximum,” Rhys promised you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Hey,” he chuckled when you threw your arms around one of his legs, clutching to him for dear life. “This is very cute, but I will be returning in just a moment, and the sooner you let me leave, the sooner I’ll be back.”

Feyre helped him pry your fingers from his legs, your arms crossing over your chest defiantly as you watched him leave the room. Feyre attempted to coax you into working on your nest again, but you sat, staring resolutely at the door, waiting for your alpha to return. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, the soft kisses she pressed to your neck and shoulder almost having you closing your eyes…

But you resisted, waiting for the moment your alpha walked back in, so that you could relax again,

And finish your nest.

It took Rhys at least fifteen minutes, or that’s what it felt like to you, to return to the room the three of you share, an armful of decorative pillows and extra blankets that he immediately deposited on the floor, quickly kneeling in front of you and pulling you against him. The soothing scent of citrus and sea washed over you, wiping away the anxiety that had been plaguing you while he was gone.

You were only vaguely aware of Rhys speaking to Feyre, and Feyre answering before Rhys gently separated from you, tilting your chin up with a strong finger. “Do you want to finish your nest now, omega?" he asked you, his midnight voice managing to pierce through the trance you were in. A nod and Rhys was smiling at you, and you smiled back, so happy that your alpha was happy with you. “Good girl, go ahead and finish up. Feyre and I will wait outside of your nest until it’s perfect for you,” he said, turning your head to look at the piles of nesting materials left for you to sort through.

“Take your time, omega, you want it to be perfect for your heat, so you’re as comfortable as possible,” Feyre added when you tried sifting through the pile of furs quickly, a sheepish smile on your face at being caught.

You took their advice to make it perfect, taking what you thought was an hour to arrange the nest to your exact liking. It looked perfect by the end of it, layer after layer of blankets, each layer separated at the outside by a pillow, making a nice, safe wall to protect you and your alphas.

The last layer was made entirely of different swathes of silk, in all the pretty jewel tones you loved - sapphire, amethyst, and emerald, making your nest pretty - though you weren’t sure how important it  was for a nest to look nice.

But it made you happier, that was for sure.

You sat back, looking at your nest. The decorative pillows you quickly moved so rest against the back wall of the nest, with two normal, extra fluffy pillows propping them up. Next you pulled the furs you wanted to use as blankets into the nest, an absolutely massive, snow white pelt and a slightly smaller, charcoal grey one. Other blankets… You looked at them, your lip curling in disgust.

No, your nest didn’t need those anymore.

What else is missing?

Your teeth worried your lip as you slowly spun on your knees, looking everywhere for what you were missing, before landing on the obvious.

“Alphas,” you whined pitifully, reaching your hands out to grab for them, so far away, outside of your nest and standing against the wall. “Please.”

That was all the permission they needed to cross the boundary of your nest, careful not to ruin your hard work. Rhys had you cradled against his chest a moment later, your legs hitched over the sides of his, the ends of his wings draping over the side of your nest.

“Did I make it too small?” you asked shyly as you looked up at him through your lashes, heat already beginning to build in your eyes when you thought of it not being perfect - you not being perfect, for them.

“Not at all, darling,” Rhys reassured you, pressing a kiss to both of your cheeks. “And you are perfect, Y/N, just the way you are.”

“Our perfect little omega,” Feyre cooed as she pressed herself against your back, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them. “Your nest is perfect, I promise, darling. It’s so beautiful, just like you.” She punctuated the sentence with a light nibble on the base of your neck, your body going boneless between them.

You hummed happily, basking in the feeling of being so safe between them, like nothing in this place could hurt you.

This place…

And then you were crying, salty tears leaking onto Rhys’s bare chest as you thought about home, about your things.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Feyre asked softly. You shook your head, not able to say it. “Just think it then, sweetheart, and we can figure out what to do. Can you do that for me, omega?”

You sniffled, but nodded, conjuring up an image of your room in your head, missing your stuffed yellow duck that you’d had since childhood. Not that you knew how they could see it but… This place is strange.

“Oh, ‘mega, do you miss your old room?” Rhys asked, tilting your face so you would meet his eyes. You bit your lip and looked away, not wanting to sound ungrateful…

“It’s not ungrateful, baby girl,” Feyre said. “You’ve had a lot of big changes recently, it’s normal to miss your old things. Do you want us to try to find something similar for you?”

“Not now!” you said, slightly panicked, grabbing Feyre’s hands to keep her exactly where she was.

“Of course, omega, not now,” Feyre agreed, leaning into your more heavily.

You settled back down, relaxing against Rhys again until you thought of your old room, all your soft, pretty blankets and cute stuffed animals, and oh, the silky nightgowns you owned that you would love to be wearing right now. But rubbing your fingers against the soft silks beneath you satisfied that need well enough, and the heat Feyre and Rhys were both radiating was enough to keep you warm.

And as soon as those deep, rumbling purrs made their way through Rhys’s chest, then Feyre’s, you fell limp against him, quickly lulled to sleep.

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You woke some time later, an aching need coursing through you, and you pressed your hips down automatically-

Oh, you sighed to yourself, rocking your hips again, catching pleasantly on something hard beneath you. You let out a soft breath before continuing, slowly rocking your hips against the hardness beneath you, a fire lighting in your belly when arms wrapped more tightly around you.

The arms kept you from moving as much as before, but you managed to move your hips, your upper body limp against a strong chest as you continued chasing the sparks of pleasure you were creating.

You’d nearly crested when the body beneath you went stiff, relaxing a moment later, a whispered “omega” passing from his lips to your ear, your hips jolting at the title. Hands met your hips a moment later, pressing you more firmly, finding just the right angle to press your clit to -

You came with a cry, muffled by the tattooed skin of Rhys’s chest as he kept moving your hips, seemingly as desperate as you to drag out your pleasure.

Whether it was seconds or minutes later, you came around to the sound of Rhys and Feyre speaking softly, their scents headier than normal, and you breathed in a few deep lungfuls before you managed to crack open your eyes.

“That was quite the show, omega,” Feyre said breathlessly, her blue eyes sparkling as she looked at you. “I think you need to sleep on me next.” She shot Rhys a jealous look, but the smile on her pretty pink lips told you she wasn’t angry.

You puckered your lips a few times, making a kissy noise to try and entice Feyre.

“You don’t need to try to entice me, darling, you do it naturally,” Feyre giggled before leaning in, pressing her lips firmly to yours, tilting your head to get better access as her tongue slipped past your lips. A large hand ran up your spine and you shivered, arching your back slightly, pressing you into Rhys. Feyre pulled away, leaving you breathless as you tried rocking your hips again, only for your movements to be stilled this time. She smiled wide when you whined, answering, “You need to eat something before you go fully into heat, baby, can you do that for us?”

You tried pressing your hips down again, much preferring your chosen course of action, only for your movements to be halted once more.

“For your alphas?” Rhys asked with a deep rumble in his chest, and you whined again, a resigned noise. “Good ‘mega, so good for us,” Rhys said, nodding to Feyre to get food for you before he tilted your head to look at him. Your eyes flicked down to his lips, then back to his starry violet ones, and you could almost swear that you saw actual stars in them.

You were so entranced by his eyes that his lips pressing to yours surprised you for a moment, only to have you melting against him in the next. You let him explore your mouth, felt his hands grip your hips before moving to grasp your rear, just slightly rocking you against him once, but it was enough to have you gasping.

Feyre tutted at Rhys, lightly slapping one of his hands after she’d sat down, a bowl of stew in her lap. “We said food, Rhys,” she said, rolling her eyes at him. When you turned to look at her, eyes glazed with pleasure, she couldn’t help but smile. “Though she does look very pretty like this. Open wide for me, ‘mega,” Feyre demanded, your mouth opening automatically for a spoonful of hearty stew.

“You’re being such a good omega, and do you know what good omegas get?” Rhys asked you once you’d eaten half the bowl, your bites slowing as you grew fuller with each one. You shook your head, looking up at him in confusion. “They get their alphas’ knots, sweet girl,” he purred, angling his hips into yours in just the right way.

“Knots?” you asked after your next bite, looking at the stew still in the bowl warily.

“That’s right, baby, you’ll get our knots to keep you nice and full, for as long as you need,” Rhys answered, and you clenched around nothing just at the thought of being filled. “Just finish your food, and you can have our knots whenever you want.”

You huffed out a breath but did as he asked, carefully chewing and swallowing each bite that Feyre fed you until she had scraped the bowl clean. When she got up to place the bowl on the counter, you keened softly at the loss of her, far too far away, just being across the room.

“I know, omega, it’s okay,” she murmured when she returned, laying on her side, with a slight gap between her and Rhys. Though when Rhys turned carefully, moving you to lay down, you were fit snugly between them, a contented sigh leaving you. “See? Isn’t this better? All snuggled up with your alphas in your nest, with a warm belly full of food.”

You nodded in agreement - it was perfect, especially once Rhys had pulled the two spare furs you’d brought into the nest over the three of you, cocooning you entirely.

The hunger you had felt earlier had subsided, leaving sleepy contentment in its place as your alphas stroked your hair, both of them emitting quiet purrs that drowned out any noises, any thoughts that could keep you awake.

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Desperation

Content Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, SMUT (Minors DNI), Dirty Talk, Needy!Rhys, Possessive Behavior, Knotting.

Based on this conversation @thatonebookg1rl and I were having about Needy Alpha!Rhys

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You’re going to kill him.

Keys fly from your hand, clanging in the little clay dish you’d made months ago as you toss them in with a huff. Your jacket comes off next, fabric nearly tearing as you toss it, not bothering to see if it catches on the hook of the coat rack. That insufferable bastard of a mate has been blasting the dirtiest, horniest, things imaginable down the damn bond all day, completely irreverent to the fact that you’d been on a mission with Az! It had started almost immediately after you'd left this morning, just before sunrise, cloaked in black leathers for a stealth mission into the Human Lands. The Alpha had whimpered down the bond that you weren’t home, pouting and whispering all the things had dreamt of doing to you. 

Azriel, thank the Gods, had only quirked an eyebrow at you when he’d noticed the change in scent. 

Only a promise to be back soon had quelled your mate’s incessant pleading for you to come home, at least for a good couple hours. You’d been perched precariously on the palace rooftop, listening to a conversation through an open window when the mental pathway between you and your mate had flown open and a thousand dirty images blasted against your shields. You’d nearly tumbled off the roof for one thing! And the distraction had caused you to miss the key piece of intel you were waiting all day for, for another. 

You toe off your boots with a huff, as an image of you riding your mate, nails scraping down his sweat slick chest drags itself back through your consciousness. This seems to be his favorite card to play today. 

The squeak of the worn springs of the mattress in your room echoes off the walls as you climb the stairs, ready to give the belligerent Alpha a piece of your mind. If he thinks you’re going to have sex after this he’s sorely mistaken. The fact that he’s still in bed only makes your mood worsen; does he really think he can fuck up one of your most important missions to date and just have you jump right back into bed with him?

Your teeth are flashing as you push the door open. “You have some fucking nerve-” you start, but the sight before you makes the words catch in your throat. 

Rhys had thrown open the windows sometime earlier, letting in a harsh winter breeze that has done nothing to offset the heavy sheen of sweat clinging to his bronze skin. He’s always slept naked, that’s exactly how you’d left him this morning, but the sheets tangle around his legs and waist now, like he’s been thrashing around for hours. The heavy scent in the air, clawing its way up your nose and into your lungs--musky and salty with the underlying hint of citrus and jasmine that always pulls you in like a moth to flame--tells you he has been doing just that for hours. Because he hasn’t been in a mood because we woke to find you gone, but because he woke to an early rut.

You shut the door gently behind you as you step slowly towards the bed. His eyes open slowly, a groan tearing its way out his throat. 

“‘Mega,” he whimpers.

Damn you, but that always hits you low in your stomach; makes a little shiver run up your spine as your base instincts flare to life. ‘Cause for all your fire, you are still his omega. And those instincts will win out 9 out of 10 times. 

“You should have told me, I would have come home earlier,” you chastise.

His eyes are so dark there’s only the thinnest ring of violet. “‘M sorry,” his voice is a deep rumble in his chest, deliciously smooth as it floats past his lips. “We needed this mission to work out, I wasn’t trying to distract you.”

You get one knee on the edge of the bed before he pounces, strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down on top of his chest as he crashes his lips against yours. It's all tongue and teeth, hours worth of desperation making it by far the messiest kiss you’ve ever shared. His heartbeat is a statico against your palm as you catch yourself on his heaving chest, a whimper crawling its way out his throat.

He usually syncs up with your heat, but you still have a couple weeks until then, whatever triggered it hit him hard and fast.

“I was so close, Rhys,” you say, trying to pull away to catch your breath. His reasoning is understandable, you know he couldn’t help it, but that doesn’t change your disappointment in the situation. 

His hands tangle in your hair, pulling you back with a growl you know isn’t intentional. The fire beneath his skin can only be quelled with your touch, your kiss; it’s always a heady understanding to know that only your body can get him like this, only yours can provide him the relief he needs. 

Plump lips drag over yours, damp and hungry and every kiss feels like he’s trying to meld himself into your body. The sheats, tangled around him as they are, aren’t enough to hide just how hard he is as he rocks his hips into yours. Violet eyes squeeze shut, trying to not lose himself to even the faintest shred of relief he gets from the friction. 

“Need you,” he groans. “Make it up to you later, I promise.”

He might say just about anything to be inside you right now and you know it, but you’ll hold him to it once he comes out of this, once his head is clear.

“Yes, you will.”

He rocks his hips upward, hands leaving your hair to hold your hips and drag you down the hard length of him. The heat of his body seeps through your leathers, core tightening against the added stimulation. 

“Please,” the words tear out of him in a hoarse whisper. “Feel so good. Need you, please, ‘mega.”

You plant your palm in the center of his tattooed chest, pushing his sweat slicked body back into the mattress, intentionally giving your hips a roll. His eyes nearly roll back into his head at your movements and you take the opportunity to use your other hand to work on the ties of your chestpiece. 

The leathers get tossed somewhere behind you as you lean over him, brushing your chest against his on the way to place a gentle kiss on his plush, pink lips. Gods he’s already so flushed and you haven’t even done anything to him, lips kiss swollen, cheeks dusted pink from the heat. 

“Don’t tease,” he begs. 

You laugh against his mouth, “I’ll remember this during my heat, Rhysand.”

“It was one time,” he protests. “Just needed a little taste of you first.”

You trail your nose over his chin, taking in his scent on the way to the claiming mark you’d left on his throat, the skin no longer pink and swollen like it had been in the early days, because as soon as you’d had permission to claim him, you’d made sure to sink your teeth in over and over again, so everyone would know that this Alpha was yours. You lave your tongue over the scar and the bond ripples with such desperate need you think you might be able to make him cum just like this. 

The next roll of your hips has his hands jumping off your body to fist the sheets, nearly tearing through the mattress pad as his whole body arches into you with a groan that rattles the windows. 

“Poor, Alpha,” you coo into his neck, teeth lightly scraping against the scar and his full body shudders beneath you. “Left all alone all day, nothing to fuck into.”

With a growl, he flips you over onto your back, teeth clashing as he goes in for another desperate kiss.

You laugh despite the heat building between your legs. Your body preens under the attention, under his heady scent that now covers you. “Tell me,” you whisper in his ear, hands trailing down his shoulders and back. 

One of his hands desperately fumbles with the ties on your pants, the other keeps him balanced against the headboard. His chest heaves like he can’t get enough air, maybe he could if he didn’t keep diving in for kiss after deeper kiss. 

“Did you touch yourself to thoughts of me, while I was gone?”

He literally rips your pants trying to get them off you in a rush. “No.”

You shift your hips and spread your legs with a grin; there are few greater gifts than watching a male this feral get absolutely enraptured with the sight of your dripping core. He runs his tongue over his lips, debating if he has the resolve to taste you first. 

You know he doesn’t. His hard and aching against his abdomen, tip absolutely dripping with pre-cum. He’ll be lucky if he doesn’t knot you on the first thrust. 

“Didn’t-” he shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but you know he’s already so far gone he’s going to struggle to even form a sentence. 

You didn’t agree to not tease him, which very well could mean you’ll find yourself in the opposite position come your heat, but you can’t help it. You love it when he’s this wild; when there’s absolutely nothing that can hold him back. You drag a finger between your legs, parting yourself further for him to see. All trace of violet disappears completely from his eyes. 

“Didn’t want anything but you,” he rasps.

“You have me,” you promise and the words are barely out before he pounces. 

It’s your turn to groan, to gasp and whimper as he slides himself into the hilt in one hard thrust. Your nails card down the sharp contours of his spine hard enough to leave marks, but it only makes him nip at the scar on your own throat in earnest. 

He’s everywhere, kissing and nipping and whimpering how good you feel in your ear until the heat of his skin seeps into yours. It becomes impossible to tell where you end and he begins as he rocks impossibly deeper into you, stars swirling across your vision. 

“Love you so much,” he murmurs into your throat. “Take me so well. So perfect. Made just for me.” 

The swell of his knot comes as quickly as you anticipated it would, but even knowing it would be quick doesn’t prepare you for the feeling of it catching inside you. Doesn’t matter how many times he’s filled you, nothing feels like the white hot pleasure that shoots so hard and fast up our spine your vision blurs, body arching off the bed. Nonsense and noises you have no control over slip past your lips, whispered into his claiming mark as you bury your head in his shoulder and whisper his name amid the white noise bouncing around your skull. This only spurs him further, rocking his hips harder, teeth scratching against your shoulder as he ensures his knot fully takes.

His breath is as hot as his body as he pants and murmurs into your skin. “Just like that, love. Gonna fill you up nice and full, yeah?”

The bed creaks and groans as the headboard strikes the wall over and over again. You’re grateful you don’t have neighbors. Or a landlord to complain about the paint the movement is chipping off the wall. 

“Take me so well,” he praises, fingers trailing down your body to find that perfect spot between your legs. He knows, like he always does, that you’re not as close to the edge as you should be, that he’s going to finish first and you’re too nice to mention it, too focused on letting him find the relief he needs in your body.

Rhys grunts, teeth clamping down harder on your shoulder as his thrusts get sloppier, harder. “Come with me,” he begs, voice desperate, holding back best he can.

You roll your hips instead, clenching tighter around his knot as it fully locks in place, sending him careening over the edge with a shout, body jerking forward so fast the headboard slams into the wall and cracks. He shudders as he spills over and over again, body trembling atop yours and you make the same soothing noises he makes to you in your heat as your card your fingers through his damp hair. 

“Fuck,” he whimpers into your skin.

Your body feels like a livewire beneath him, every nerve still on edge from your own lack of release. It will cool eventually, you’re content knowing that you’d taken care of your Alpha. It’s enough, at least, for you.

“You didn’t finish,” he growls, lips still pressed into your throat, trying to calm himself with your scent. His temperature has only gone down a little, cock still semi-hard where he’s locked inside your dripping core. There will be plenty of time to rectify the situation. One missed orgasm won’t kill you.

It might just kill him though.

With a grunt, he rolls you both back over, so you’re now on top. The new angle has the swell of his knot brushing up against your cervix, his release dripping down your thighs and over his waist. 

Your eyes roll back into your skull, nails digging into the hard muscle of his pectorals to try and ground yourself. “‘M fine. Wanted…” shit you’re so close, that glorious edge rising back up to meet you in a rush. “Wanted to take care of you.”

Deft fingers slide through the mess between your legs, circling your clit with skilled precision. “Unacceptable,” he snarls. “I’m your Alpha, I’m supposed to take care of you.”

Your hips roll on their own accord, chasing the friction, even as it draws a hiss of pain from him. He’s hardening again by the second, knot spasming inside your tight heat. You wonder, distantly, if you can make him cum a second time just from the stimulation alone. 

The hand not between your legs grabs your chin and tilts your head down to look at him. 

“It’s ok, really, Rhys-”

“I’ve waited all day to hear you make those pretty sounds for me,” he interjects. “To watch the way your eyes roll back when I hit that spot you like.” Despite the over-stimulation he feels, despite the way his teeth clench with the movement, he plants himself firmly against the mattress and shifts his hips so he can do just that. 

Your nails scratch down his chest inadvertently, the coil in your stomach tight as a bowstring. There’s no stopping the moan that tears itself out your throat. 

“I have tried to keep myself occupied all morning, imagining all the ways I could please you, all the ways I want to fill you up. It has been agony, waiting, but do you know what has been the worst torture?” The hand gripping your chin drags down your body to give your nipple a squeeze. 

It’s too much stimulation at once, his knot, so swollen and hot trying to bully it’s way deeper inside you, fingers swirling and tugging in motions that make stars blur across your vision, and the faintest flash of pain before he leans over to cool the sting with his tongue around your nipple. You’re not totally sure how you lost your control here, how, despite the rut taking over, he’s still managed to focus on you and your pleasure. Cauldron knows you’ve never had that clear a mind during your heats. 

“Not having the satisfaction of feeling you fall apart all over my cock.”

That does you in, release tearing through you like water tearing through a damn. 

The bastard chuckles as he releases your nipple with a pop and you fall against his damp chest to catch your breath. “That’s better.” His hands soothe down your back, once again the attentive, gentle Alpha only you get to know. 

The day’s disappointment falls away as you cling to each other, the bond humming with approval. 

“Feel better now?” You ask as the aftershocks subside. The answer is pretty obvious, considering how hard he is inside you again, but you ask anyway.

His breath is warm on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispers in your ear, “I’m just getting started, Darling. We have all day to make up for.”

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Desperately Desired

Pairing: (sort of) Alpha!Eddie Diaz x Omega!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: Alright look. I don’t- I don’t know how this happened or where I’m going with it (currently still writing) but okay yeah it just. Eddie and readers relationship is n e w and he’s not used to heats okay THAT’LL JUST BE THE SHITTY EXPLANATION AS TO WHY HE DID NOT REALIZE SOONER. I don’t know what I’m doing okay it’s NEW TO ME TOO

P.S you know I hate how short this is but I literally surprised myself mid writing okay. I didn’t see this coming.

Eddie didn’t know what the hell had gotten into you. 

He was absolutely in no way complaining, but you’d been putting him through it lately and a man only had so much stamina after work. Of course, he was legendary, and you’d matched up pretty evenly… but lately, you just seemed a little… how would he put it?

Unhinged? Desperate? Downright pathetic?

And he meant that in the sweetest way, honestly he did. He’s busy changing the laundry as he daydreams about it on his day off because he likes when you get this way, he likes when you’re blissed out on his cock as he thrusts in and out slowly, the slick, lewd, sound of your pussy as he pumps in out always gets him going. 

But lately, you’d been hornier than normal. As he carries the basket back into the bedroom he’s a bit worried when you’re not there, because he’d deliberately told you it was time to take a nap after the last few rounds. 

He sets the basket on the bed, grumbling as he turns around to go find your ass. 

“I tell this girl one damn thing and she can’t do it unless I’ve got my cock in-“ 

You’re standing in the doorway, your arm stretching up and elongating your figure. You bite the peach in your hand and he watches the juices drip down onto your chest. He gulps and completely loses his composure for a minute there, staring as it runs between the plush, golden, valley of your breasts. You seem… shinier? More alluring? He can’t put his finger on it but fuck does he want to 

He’s on his knees in front of you faster than you can even blink, licking the juices clean and you moan softly, letting the fruit fall from your hand. 

“I thought I told you to take a nap” He mumbles against your skin, catching the peach before it hits the floor and taking a bite himself. 

You stare at him, your pupils blown wide, a soft, dazed look on your face. 

“I got hungry” You mutter, reaching forward and stroking your fingers through his hair. He hadn’t said it as firmly as he should have so he’s not surprised you left bed.

He gets up, picking you up with him. A deep growl resonates through his chest as you wrap your legs around his waist and roll your hips teasingly. 

“You look exhausted” he hums quietly, giving you a worried look as he carries you over to the bed “Kinda pale, a bit sickly if I’m honest” he finishes as he sets you in the bed, letting the blanket fall to the floor. You hadn’t used a blanket in two weeks, your temperature had been all over the place lately. 

“Gee, thanks” You give him a sassy little glare and he smirks, climbing over you and settling down next to you. You curl into his body, fully covered by him like you’re trying to climb inside of him. He kisses the little part of your head that pokes up between his arms and smiles softly. 

“If you take a nap, I’ll order from that Chinese place you love” he offers, stroking your back slowly. You hadn’t been eating too much lately either, so he’s secretly begging you to take him up on this. 

You yawn, nuzzling into his chest further, inhaling his overbearing scent.

“Yeah. Sure okay” you say quietly, sleep already lacing your words. He sighs in relief and turns over a bit so his leg is further over your body just like you like 

“Alright pretty girl, I’ll order as soon as you wake up”

Eddie’s eyelids flutter open, his heart beating fast in his chest, and a raging hard-on he can only feel growing worse 

“S-shit. Fuck, baby what are you doing??” He mumbles groggily, wiping his eyes as they start to adjust to the later time of day. 

You’re between his legs, nuzzling against his boxer-clad cock and leaving wet kisses in your path. 

“T-trying to wake y-you up” you pant softly, running your tongue over the wet spot forming on the front and his eyes roll back as he rests his head back on the pillows 

“I’m awake” He reaches down and strokes your hair slowly “Jesus am I awake” 

He listens to your soft little mewls as you keep lapping at the tip of his cock, his fingers sink into your hair against your scalp and he stops for a minute, feeling your head. He moves his hand over your forehead and feels you for a second 

“Baby? Wait you’re-“You crawl over his body, settling yourself on his torso and his hands automatically go to your waist, watching you tilt your head back and start to grind down on his abs, your sopping cunt leaving a little puddle as you place your hands on his chest and grind harder. 

“K-keep going” he encourages you, forgetting all about what he’s worried about as his thumb rubs circles on your clit and honestly he’s never been more glad Buck made him work out with him twice a week. 

He’s nearly as delirious as you are as he watches you wantonly moaning and moving your hips back and forth slowly, rubbing your clit down on his abs. He can feel the little nub dragging up and down the hard ridges of his body and it makes his hips buck up uselessly, wishing he was inside you.

He’s starting to think something is going on honestly, because even he’s been feeling kind of off lately, not to mention you definitely smell different. Sweeter almost? Like he has to fight not to eat you up every second of every day when you’re around…

Buck had been acting weird lately too now that apparently he’s having a whole thinking session while you’re grinding against his abs. He’d been a little more unhinged than normal around Eddie, which… it’s Buck so that’s really damn hard to be. But he’d definitely noticed him sneaking away more than once to get off in the bathroom.

Your head falls forward as you start to pant louder, your arms bending slowly until you’re chest to chest. He stares into your eyes, watching the little hearts radiating as you stare at him, your face is hot and flushed, sweat forming on your brow. 

Oh.

Ohhh…shit.

And then it all falls into place, and he wonders why the hell you didn’t freaking say anything. 

Your head collapses onto his chest, hot sweaty skin against his own, cool and refreshing. It’s painfully clear now that he’s realized it and he’s starting to feel guilty. 

He honestly should have seen it coming when you were hoarding blankets and pillows in the corner of the room and just claimed it was because you were feeling too hot in bed. 

He should have seen it coming when he found several of his missing clothes buried in there as well in neat layers that you just laughed off and said you wanted him closer. 

“Oh, baby…” He coos, lifting your head and really looking at you, he’d been so busy at the station and with family that he’d forgotten the most important thing in the entire world 

He’d forgotten to keep track of your cycle. 

It’s like a switch clicks in his head and suddenly his hands are on your hips, his fingers digging in aggressively as he starts moving your hips faster for you. You let out a strangled little noise of glee as he flexes a bit, hardening them more and you both work your hips faster on his torso. 

“Fuck hurry up and finish, Princess” He growls in your ear, and you feel it, you feel that deep within your core, like a command you can’t help but obey 

“Wanna stuff you so full of my cum, watch it slide down your thighs. Are you gonna be a good girl and push it right back in? Hm?” His fingertips leave bruises on your skin with how fast he’s making your hips move on him the way you cry out and gasp is music to his ears 

“Wanna watch you drown in it” He pants desperately, his primal instincts starting to kick in, boy is he glad he did the laundry. 

His cock starts to poke your entrance with each roll of your hips, your thighs are squeezing his sides leaving him breathless but he couldn’t care less right now, not with the way you’re crying as you come undone on top of him, splashing his chest with your sticky juices, leaving little tendrils shimmering behind as he flips you over and pins you down to the bed. 

“You ready for me, my sweet little omega?” He purrs dangerously in your ear and your eyes roll back as you babble an answer that he’s pretty sure was a “fuck yes”

“Yeah.. that’s what I thought” he chuckles darkly as he plunges his cock inside you. 

[bloodycassian]

To Be Wed part two - The Chase

NSFW 18+ MDNI - Part two of To Be Wed. READ WARNINGS BEFORE CONTINUING.

WARNINGS / Themes - breeding/pregnancy (not mentioned in scene.) primal play that INVOLVES MAJOR CNC THEMES. Knife play. Edging/teasing. defensive/territorial men. ABO style dicks (knotting. Monster dick style). Cum play. Cuckholding. Voyeur. Outdoor sex + EXHIBITIONISM. Gagging. Forced squirting. pinning/restraint. Eventual pregnancy.

DP - Vaginal and Anal at same time. Vaginal and oral at same time. Vaginal penetration. Anal penetration. Oral penetration. Polyamory.

Hope this one has your butterflies doing the freak. Requests/ideas for kinks are open.

M D N I - 18+ NSFW. READ WARNINGS BEFORE CONTINUING.

Something was wrong with Azriel. Something deeply disturbing in his mind that he couldn’t ignore for more than a few moments in a day. He was obsessed. More so than he was with any ordinary thing that piqued his interest. He was completely, and utterly enthralled with the female that had signed her life away so easily.

He couldn’t get enough. Of any of it. From being their bodyguard to their dates, to the sacred moments when he’d fuck her for Rhys. He was loyal to a fault but this was different. This was a hunger that had never been known to him, and he hadn’t an idea of how to satiate it.

Watching Rhys cum inside her served him, he greatly enjoyed watching - but a part of him questioned what would happen when the babe finally came to fruition. After over three months of dedicated fucking - and weekly fertility potions he, Rhys and the female were taking, he feared the time eas coming soon.

The anxiety of the looming date was something that had him searching for alternatives - going to pleasure houses when she wasn't in the mood, but finding nothing to be nearly as stimulating. He’d even tried to recreate the situation, hiring both male and female whores to serve him.

He hadn’t even finished.

Fear and frustration riddled his days when he wasn’t near her.

+

“Nothing new. I suggest two potions, if you can stomach it.” The healer - Madja, Rhys had informed you each visit - took her hands from just your public bone and brought out the oils she kept below the table.

“Let me do it, this time.” Rhys said, his tone light but saddened. She hesitated, her thick round glasses glinting in the filtered sun coming through the frosted window. It was a cold evening in Velaris, the last of winter going out with a bitter sigh. The skies would lighten and be warm soon, hopefully it would be after the summer months when a child took root in your belly.

The oils served as both a softening to your skin for any potential swelling from the potion, as well as a ritualistic method of fertility from another culture that the healer had mentioned on your first visit here. You’d been trembling and too anxious to recall exactly what it signified and to whom.

The fear came mainly from the judgment. Though the female hadn’t batted an eye when Rhsy has explained the situation, you were still met with stares and upturned noses in the streets when you ventured alone. The High Lord’s broodmare. The child-barer. The Whore. The titles were new, but the glares were something you were accustomed to as a thief and beggar before.

“West to East, High Lord.” Madja gave him a glare, and Rhys grinned. “Opposite of the sun cycle.” She enunciated the word, leading you to believe he’d done some rotten spellwork before by not following her directions.

“Of course.” He sketched a small bow, and you smacked him on the shoulder.

Azriel couldn’t help the grin that pulled at his lips. She was… He couldn’t describe it any other way aside from ideal. A tolerant soul with a mouth that-

He cut his thoughts off right then and there. Now was not the time for such ideas.

“Thank you.” You said, making meaningful eye contact with the wrinkled female. She had a kind enough look about her, but there was something about the way she carried herself that had your senses on edge.

Her smile was small, tugging at the corners of her leathery skin. “You’ll be a fine mother.” She nodded.

Despite her words, you worried you may never be able to uphold your end of the Bargain.

The tattoo at your clavicle ached.

+

You were no longe sore after their knots would fill you. Your body had grown accustom to the wonderful stretch of it, taking them with eager ease now. But even though he bit and lapped at you with the same passion as ever, Azriel’s cock seemed less ridigid, the roundness at the base hardly making an appearance even after several minutes of fucking into you.

“Stop.. stop-” You panted. As much as you would have love to cum on him, without his usual size it wasn’t going to happen. That was why he’d always gone second, coaxing that spot inside you over and over again until you broke upon him.

Your legs trembled as he rolled off of you, falling in the middle of you and Rhys. The High Lord handed him a towel, which he draped over his half hard cock. A flick of the hand and Azriel’s shadows set to work on you, collecting at the apex of your thighs in a cool, writhing bundle.

“Stop, Az-” The words were strangled, with the skilled tentacles already setting to work.

They disappeared, going into mist at the command. “Tell me what’s going on.” You demanded, turning on your side to face him. Rhys sat up, his brows pulled together.

Azriel sighed, and shook his head. “It’s nothing.” He put it simply, a male of few words. You knew better. “Tell me or-”

“Or what? You’ll leave? There’s no breaking that bond on your skin. Not until you bear a child.” He spat the words, his features hard, then softening the moment his eyes landed on you. He saw the way you recoiled, your body sagging and the distraught look on your face.

“Azriel-” Rhys began, the tone in authority ringing true and rattling your bones.

“I’m sorry.” Az covered his face with his hands, the raised pattern of his scars interrupted by the smooth lines of veins. “I’m sorry.” He sighed, and sat up as well.

He scooted back, his wings pinched tight against his back as he spoke. “I cant- Ahh.” He rubbed at his face again, his neck and cheeks going a deeper shade. You’d enver seen the shadowsinger so unsure, embarrassed even.

“I fear once you bear a child, that my life may be empty without you.” He said it while looking into your eyes, his own shining true with his statement. Rhys stiffened, his eyes going to you in part questioning himself. He couldnt’ deny he’d had similar thoughts.

“I have no intention of leaving the best sex I’ve ever had only because I am no longer contractually obligated to the sex.” You could have laughed at the obserdity of the idea. You’d called him your own pleasure keeper to his face, and he’d not only laughed but accepted the title. How could he think such things?

“A child may lessen passions for a short while, but from what I’ve heard…” You leaned in close to Azriel’s rounded ear. “Some females find their desires heightened after the babe’s born.”

He turned and looked at you, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, then to your womb. He placed his hand there and sighed. “I apologize. My words reflect my fears, not how I feel about your faith.” He paused, and when Rhys spoke it was soft.

“I too fear the pregnancy for the same reason. As ridiculous as it is, it makes me wish to not cum, so I may keep the pleasure of this.” His mind reached to yours, and you allowed him entry. Both you and Azriel sucked in a breath at the sight of you riding the shadowsinger, from Rhys’s angle.

“That-” Azriel pushed the high lord from his mind, his cock already hardening from the sight. “-is why I can barely stay hard. I cant stop thinking of not cumming.”

An idea came to you then. A proof of sorts, that even if you did attempt to flee the deal, that them finding you was something you’d already anticipated. You weren’t sure if it would fix their fears, but it did remind you of something you’d always desired.

You straightened, then focused your mind. You’d been able to show them small things before, and now you tried again. “Allow me to show you something that may help.” You mind-spoke to them. It felt like mostly Rhys there, halfway into your mind, but he’d be able to relay the thought to Azriel.

You showed him the images, the birdseye view you imagined of yourself running, panting in a forest midday as you evaded something. Trained wolves and guards shouted behind you, and through the fear of being imprisoned, there was the arousal. The situation had only happened a few times, but each time there’d been that undercurrent that you couldn’t deny. The pleasure that pulsed through you with every stretch of your legs.

The idea of being caught, and made to do whatever they wished. As their prisoner. As their game. You swapped the guards for the night kissed wind of them, their presence, both them hunting you instead.

“Keep what you catch.” Was a phrase hunters used in the most desperate of times. Were they desperate enough?

“Criminal.” Rhys purred in approval. He passed the image to Azriel, who hissed and looked to you with surprise in his eyes. “Filthy thing-” He cursed.

+

Rhys summoned a set of wooden swords from a pocket of air, disturbing the chill breeze that rolled through the valley. The sun shone down on the trees, but did not reach the forest floor. The pines swayed and whispered, making serene music where you stood with them.

“You’ll need to break away from us first.” Rhys explained, twirling the sword from one hand to the other, testing the balance.

“If you manage to get a necklace from either of us, we’ll delay our pursuit by five minutes.” You looked to the long corded stone at his chest, the color of it nearly black. It shimmered with something, though. Azriels was more straightforward, a deep red jasper that he pulled from beneath his leathers. At the same time, Rhys shook the potion that he’d been determined to show off with. The one you’d jokingly suggested he should get to prevent him cheating in this endavor. It was to keep him from winnowing, apparently.

“I’m taking you both on?” Your voice rose with protest.

“Not yet-” Azriel muttered with a grin.

“Your choice who you’d like to face first.” Rhys said cordially.

You swung the sword, the weight of it unfamiliar and clunky in your hand.

Your eyes narrowed, and you pointed the tip to Rhys. “You’ll be first.”

He squared himself, taking up an expert fighting stance. Once he nodded, you ran at him.

This was only for show. He parried your strike easily, knocking the weapon to the ground beside him. You raised your hands in defense, then shot out at him with your mind - spearing him with the filthiest mental images you’d conjured over the last few months. He stuttered a step, freezing in place with his eyes wide. You struck, ripping the necklace from him and taking off into the trees while Azriel cackled behind you.

+++++++++

The blood was rushing in your ears, your legs singing with the effort of each step. The slickness in your cunt coudln’t be denied. You embraced it, finally able to accept that you did enjoy this. Running from males that would do exactly what they wanted to you. It sent a shiver through you before, but now… Knowing that they wouldn’t bring you true harm - it made you stumble more than a few times.

Rhys had planned this well. He’d taken you to a well of a valley floor, knowing you’d have to climb to get out. It’d give them a better shot at finding you faster. As the trees became thinner, the groundcover got thicker. Ferns and wiry shrubs reached out to whip your pumping arms and tangle in your hair.

You didn’t have to fight through it for long. Their trained breaths were behind you in only a few minutes, but you were determined to make it to the rushing water you heard ahead.

“You wont make it far.” Rhy’s voice bounced off the trees.

You kept running. Their laughing was upon you in moments, and you jolted to a stop before a wide, rushing stream. You’d nearly fallen in, your shoes even soaked with the groundwater that lapped at the shore.

Arms were around your midsection, whipping you around and attempting to trip you to the ground. You stood with wide footing though, and kicked back against the male - struggling against him with a ferocity that he didn’t expect. Rhys grunted, and Azriel was no longer laughing.

They took their roles seriously. It made your stomach flip, a wild - feral smile spreading across your face at Azriel holding a knife before you while he watched you fight against Rhys’s hold. “Stop now and make this easier.” Azriel’s voice was firm, commanding.

Rhys managed to pin your arms behind you, and you found yourself unable to kick back against him without losing what balance you had. Azriel stepped forward, knife extended to rest at your throat. His knckles met your collarbone, just above where that branding mark was. The heat of him sent your body alight even more. Rhys’s scent spiked with arousal and you couldn’t help but grind back against the bulge behind you.

Azriel’s hand went to your trousers pocket, digging in there with a few fingers, slowly, teasingly - cocking his head to the side when your jaw clenched. Rhys was breathing heavily behind you, and not from their run through the forest.

Az pulled the necklace free, and tutted his tongue disapprovingly. “Guess you like being up in that pillory, dont you?” He said teasingly. “Repeat criminals hardly ever change. Perhaps it’d be better if you saw a cell for a time-”

“I have money.” You gasped when Rhys placed something cold around your wrists.

“Stolen money’s no good to those who uphold the law of the night court.” Az drawled, and Rhys breathed a laugh at how true that was. Azriel was the one sent when something was to be dealt with. Rhys’s own personal bounty hunter. Azriel saw the connection being made. In this game, he suddenly became more than just a guard in his role, he was him. He was the Shadowsinger, sent to capture you. His eyes darkened, waiting for you to play along - to tell him exactly what you wanted.

“Are you willing to make a trade?” You panted, straining against whatever Rhys had placed on your wrists. He stood beside you now, holding you by the nape of the neck, his thumb tracing slow circles there - suggesting what was to come? Or playing up the corrupted guard role?

His knife trailed to your breast, pulling the low cut top away from your skin. His eyes went from your breasts to your eyes, and back again.

“I have what I came here for, thief. What more could I bother with from you?” Even with the sharp words, heat coursed through you. His knife pulled at the strap of your top, then let it snap back onto your skin. The scent of arousal was heavy now, thick and encouraging to the growing fire in your belly.

“I offer you myself, should you let me go free after.”

He bit down on a grin, then leaned in close, right beside Rhys when he said “Why would I barter when I can take what I want?”

The knife was gone, both his hands instead going to bend you to his will. One hand pulled you forward at the lower back, the other went straight to cup your pussy through your pants, the heel of his palm grinding down on to you.

A surprised cry came from your lips, but it was consumed by his lips on yours. His tongue was aggressive and immediate, forcing his way into your mouth, tasting you there, as he palmed against your clit. your hips flexed to meet him, and there was another set of hands at your breast, cutting your shirt free.

+

Rhys should have been appalled with himself. This was disgusting, horrid behavior but-

He couldn’t dispute the way Azriel’s aggression made his cock harden. How her helpless cries and half-attempts at getting away from Az made Rhys want to restrain her even more and force his cock down her throat until she choked on it.

He took a shuddering, uneven breath and reminded himself that this was what she’d wanted.

‘The more aggression the better.’ She’d said with a devious wink when going over safewords and off limits ideas.

So, Rhys took out the back of her knees, forcing her to fall before Azriel. The shadowsinger gripped the back of her head, and forced her face into the front of his pants, grinding his clothed dick over her cheek in a humiliating way. Degrading and so, so fucking hot. Rhys bit his lip at the sight of it. She attempted to pull back, but it only earned a yank of the hair, a warning to behave.

Rhys was out of his clothes quickly, the pine needles beneath his feet hardly registering against the surge of heat that swelled in him. Gods, his cock ached. It was only thanks to the potion he'd taken that there was a chase at all. If it were any less potent he likely would have ended up winnowing right in front of you before you'd crested the hill.

He gave himself a pump, then another before taking over, wrenching her face away from Azriel and pushing his slickened head to her lips. With her hands still bound, she had no defense aside from the way she pursed them together.

“Difficult thing.” Rhys tisked, then pinched her nose shut. She began getting red in the face, and when Azriel was done undressing, she’d run out of breath. Her mouth opened in a gasp, which Rhys quickly took for his own.

The heated wetness around him had a surge of precome leaking from him with eagerness. “Fu-uuck-” He ground out the word, reveling in the perfection of her mouth a moment before pulling out, and fisting a hand in her hair. The sloppy wetness that dripped from her lips only encouraged him more. He shoved her down on him, his head tipping down the back of her throat and making her eyes water. Azriel grunted in approval, his cock twitching and his hips flexing forward Into his palm at the scene.

Azriel’s shadows were a thick, writhing mess around him, waiting to be used for something. He allotted them a task, setting them free upon her legs - to spread them, and to tear through the leggings she wore. Not completely off, but enough so he’d be able to fuck her through them - and to get a taste of the arousal he’d followed the entire run here.

+

Rhy’s dick was ryhmic enough that you knew when you could take a breath, when you could gulp down enough air to take his next few strokes. What you hadn’t been prepared for, was the way Azriel’s shadows spread you legs, making you completely unable to fight against them, or even stand if you wanted to.

You were fully at their mercy now, and it made you burn with that knowledge. Your pussy clamped around pathetic emptiness, Writhing with want.

Drool fell from your lips in thick rivers mixed with Rhys’s precome. Your senses told you that Azriel was still near, and that there was something cold on your ass, but you couldn’t see anything other than Rhys’s abdomen. He supported you fully, his hands in your hair keeping you from falling forward, but it also kept you blind to everything else. You attempted to lift a leg and kick backwards, but it only made you gag on his cock without the needed support of both legs.

He pulled free after that, glistening trails of spit coating him. Before you could fall forward, a hand was at the tie on your wrists, holding you upright. Rhys nodded, then there was a ripping sound, and the chill on your ass was gone. You sucked in a breath, and there was suddenly a towel before you, and Rhys was sitting. So close you could feel the heat radiating from him, you were lowered and lowered, until your cheek rested against his thigh, staring at his reddedned dick like a worshipper. There was no denying you were.

Azriel’s tongue was hot against your hole - probing, coating you with his spit. You arched, gasping in surprise but there was nowhere you could move, your head rolled to one side, so you could bite down on Rhys’s thigh, but it didn’t keep Azriel from fucking your ass. His tongue darted over it again and again, working you open slowly - your surprised gasps turned into needy moans, the stimulation making you a living fire. You could feel the wetness soaking your leggings, and you wondered how large of a wet spot appeared there.

“Put your mouth to use.” Rhys grunted, his tone almost angry. He lifted your head and guided you to his cock, his ass flexing - gods he needed this, badly. Your mind buzzed with the satisfatiction of it. Though you were bent at their will, you were driving them mad.

Azriel’s managed to work two fingers into your ass before trailing hid tongue downward, using the flat of his tongue against your slickened pussy. His fingers pumped deep, flexing outwards to stretch your hole. It was a sweet thing, tender though the situation did not call for it. They’d given you plenty of toys to train for just this.

He hummed at the taste of you, at the heat and need he could sense building in you. Your pussy clenched around his tongue. “Filthy thing-” He said to himself, the sharp crack of one of his hands landing on your asscheek.

Rhys pulled your mouth from him, and you fell forward, lifting enough so that you could press against his chest instead of his thigh - a small rebellion, you could only do so much now. He shimmied down, so he could be below you and line up with your slick folds. You groaned when his tip pressed eagerly into your slit, rocking back against him as much as you could with your legs as exhausted as they were. Was this the real reason they’d had your starting point be downhill?

The heat of Azriel’s cock joined, also pressing into your pussy. A swell of fear threatened to overtake you, then. There was no way you could take them both-

Rhys sucked in a breath, and he scooted down a bit farther, so your head rested against his collarbone now. His cock pressed at your ass, and your eyes rolled back.

Azriel knew he wouldn’t last long. Not with her being so fucking compliant in this - He forced himself to focus, willing his need to dampen for a moment. He guided Rhys’s cock to the hole he’d worked first, pumping his high lord’s cock with his saliva - coating him with spit before pressing the rounded tip to her hole. The sound she made had his body rolling, uncontrollably thrusting forward into the air like a godsdamned animal.

He now wished he’d taken Rhys’s offer and had the male suck him off earlier in the day.

Rhys blew out a breath as he sunk in, deeper and deeper, until he couldn’t move much more. Only about half of him was fully seated, but it was more than enough. Azriel could tell by now what her desperate signs were for when she was close, and he was glad he wasn’t the only one overstimulated and ready to cum.

“Taking him so fucking good.” He praised in her ear, brushing the hair to one side so he could see her expression. “Gonna fill you up, make you both of ours.” He was muttering, when she rolled her hips and the tip of him brushed her heated folds. His hand cracked across her ass again, drawing a strangled groan from Rhys.

Azriel smirked. He knew how she tightened up when she had her ass smacked. The high lord’s eyes smoldered, and Azriel caught him in a quick, wet kiss before leaning back and taking his own cock into his hand.

He rubbed his tip against your folds, slickening himself. “This is what happens to thieves in the Night Court.” He smiled, then thrust into you in one long, smooth motion. Your body arched, toes curling inside your boots as he bottomed out. Full. So fucking full and still, desire demanded your attention. The fire was not dulling, like it normally did after one of them entered you - no, it seemed to grow even more aggressive. A flame that kept spreading, throughout your thighs and into your belly, the warmth spread and the need of them both - for more made your teeth gnash together.

The thin wall that separated their cocks from each other had you rocking back onto them both, earning what fractions of inches you could. Rhys adjusted, his hips flexing upwards to give you more, but it still wasn’t enough.

Some mental communication passed from him to Rhys, and your arms were free, your shoulders singing in pain as they were wrenched forwards, then re-tied in front of you. Rhys lifted them, then brought your hands around the back of his neck. Still just as trapped as before, only now you could at least support yourself.

It was a blessing. You rocked back into every one of Azriel’s thrusts, earning whispered filth from his lips. The wet sound of your pussy around him filled the forest, along with your breathy moans. Gods, with Rhys so paitenetly nudging into you, and with Azriel fucking you with such ferocity… your muscles quivered, earning hesitation and sharp hisses from them both.

You still had some power, here.

+

His shaft rubbed with Rhys’s making him even more needy than he’d anticipated. His knot was swelling quickly, every instinct in him yearning to spill inside of her- to lock his knot in place and fuck her through her orgasms upon it.

Watching Rhys’s small thrusts into her ass was not an option. He’d looked down once already and nearly came from the sight of it. So instead he watched the high lord, and the back of her gorgeous hair. He watched the way her body would flex and roll, then squeeze down on them.

His knot was catching already, and Rhys could tell. The high lord glanced from her to the shadowsinger. “Take her, make her come.” He encouraged. The mental image of the three of them appeared, Rhys filling her mouth with Azriel locked inside her pussy.

“Not the plan-” Azriel ground out, forcing his desire to lessen. He focused instead on the sound of the brook that she’d nearly ran into. He wanted to fill her, to fuck her ass and her pussy together until cum dripped from both holes and-

“Azriel - I won’t cum. Not now, anyway. Fuck her right.” The husky words were all his willpower could stand. He grunted, buiting the inside of his cheek and pulled his cock free from the sodden leggings he’d ripped. Her gasp and protest had his ego soaring.

Rhys worked himself free of her ass, and from around her bound arms. He spat in his palm, and began stroking himself, his knot hardly formed. Azriel felt a pang of jealously at the male’s control, the restraint he had.

Without your arms bound, and with their hesitation at what to do next, you took it as an opportunity. You sung your arms around, forming them into fists, and nearly caught Azriel in the head with them - but a thick tentacle of shadow halted you.

He struck an instant later. One hand on your collarbone,he shoved you back onto the pokey forest floor, and you clambored against him. The shadow locked your arms above your head, but it didn’t deter your fight.

You brought your knees to your chest and pushed at him, though he pressed down on you with the mass of his muscle. One hand was all it took to pin you to the floor, you’d make sure he’d have to fight more than that.

“Vicious theif-” He grunted with the knee you threw to his ribs,but it’d been your folly. With his other hand, he brought a leg up so it was flush against his chest, your foot resting beside his ear.. You couldn’t kick him away now, but you didn’t want to. You’d wanted this - wanted the fight, wanted to see what lengths he’d take to get to your pussy.

He hadn’t disappointed. He gripped both your legs and pulled them tight to his chest, raising your ass off the ground. He swiped the tip of his cock over your clit, rubbing deliciously. Your hips rolled. Thankfully, he wasn’t a male of vengeance - not now anyway. He entered you, and resumed the same pace he’d had before. Long, dragging strokes that had your ass clapping against his thighs.

Your folds were tighter in this position, and the stretch it brought seared through you. Your body was capable, but this was a position that had you seeing stars. Your body ached to cum, but you held off. This was supposed to last longer.

Rhys joined, kneeling at your side to dip between your pressed thighs. You pulled at the restraints, testing the shadows above your head. They did not budge. Your walls squeezed him, and his eyes squeezed shut. “I’m-” You panted, not wanting to admit that you were close.

“Good. I’m not gonna cum until you do first, sweetheart.” Azriels words rang true, You could feel how much his knot had swollen from your struggle, and a delightful purr of ecstasy filled you. You’d definitely be getting punished more in the future.

Azriel’s cock rammed into you, he flicked his hips forward and up at that perfect angle that he knew would set you off. Your legs shook, wetness dribbling down to your ass with every thrust. “That’s right..” Rhys purred, his fingers leaving your clit to play with himself instead.

You didn’t need his fingers. Not with Azriel fucking you like this, with every stroke brutally pushing into your most sensitive spot- hot white pleasure surged through you. His knot pressed at your entrance, stretching your lips apart with each re-entry.

In this position, your tight heat was already something that had him barely hanging on, and it had him more impatient than he’d ever been. He’d said he wouldn’t cum yet. He couldn’t. So he fucked into you with stokes he knew would have you begging, getting you to the edge in record time. He could tell from the way your cheeks heated, from how red your lips were - and from the deadly way your pussy gripped at the base of his knot. He swore. Every stroke became harder to remain in control.

A scarred hand went to your throat, gently pressing there - control. Control and power and you were nothing but theirs -his- Azriel’s plaything. A fucktoy for him- Your mind spiraled, overtaken by the inferno inside of you.

Your insides spasmed around him, a gush of hot liquid gushing from your pussy. The knife’s edge of pleasure. The precipice of a violent orgasm held you for a moment, then rocked through you. You trembled, pleasure consuming everything, setting your very bones alight with the exquisite orgasm. So intense and burning that your sight was lost from you for the first few moments.

Azriel’s knot came back along with your vision, amplifying the pleasure to an extent you could barely register as you quivered around him, squeezing him tight inside of you. The panting, shuddering breathing, the tight hold he had on your thighs as he spilled into you had you squirming again, your wrecked body contending for another orgasm, even while the waves of your first careened through you.

His cum filled you, hoarse moans falling from his lips as he still fucked into you. The small movements of his swollen knot inside urging that second round of pleasure through you.

Rhys was swearing darkly, his own knot more formed than before now. You couldn’t help but smile at that. Azriel’s hands shook when he parted your legs. You let them fall behind him, knees hooking weakly around him. He lifted your hips and fucked you softly, his knot pulling at your entrance like he knew you enjoyed.

He rode you through six more orgasms before he’d softened enough to pull free. After, Rhys had devoured your sensitive clit, earning double digits before the golden sunset painted the trees a fiery orange.

“We should go soon.” You muttered, breathless with both of them lying at either side of you.

“Shut up.” Rhys said, voice hoarse as he fingered you - slickening your clit with the remnants of Azriel’s cum.

+

You’d borrowed a coat from Azriel, seeing how they’d torn yours during your frenzied, handsy encounter.

The walk to the nearest town had made your already trembling legs even weaker, but you’d made it without too much whining. Rhys was still unable to winnow, the potion you’d challenged him to take still in his bloodstream.

The first scent of food hit you hard. Your mouth watered at the smell of buttered and fried goods. The gnawing hunger in your gut whined. The way they had you working for them was proving to be a huge calorie deficit, and you were starved.

“Ill find us something subtle.” Azriel said simply, then he was gone - sucked into the shadows that lingered outside the town.

“Let’s get you something nice.” Rhys smiled, his eyes grazing over you with a predator’s insight. Your tights had been something of a display once they were done with you, and the only thing saving you from looking like a hired whore was the length of Azriel’s coat covering your bottom.

+

“What in the name of the Mother are you wearing?” Azriel’s clipped tone revealed near anger, and your cheeks heated with the eyes that darted towards you.

The place he’d chosen was a busy, dark and shambled thing. Easy to be lost in, perfect for your party. To be expected from the Shadowsinger. What you hadn’t expected was the way his cheeks went bright at the sight of you. The low cut tunic and leather pants weren’t unusual in this area, but them being skin tight drew more than just your partners eyes.

“It was all they had.” You provided simply.

“And doesnt she look delectable?” Rhys encouraged, his eyes barely leaving your body to look to Azriel.

The shadowsinger stood silent, stoic as a statue for a moment before sitting back in the horseshoe shaped booth. You sat between them, at the apex and looked over the menu.

Rhys laughed suddenly, and Azriel snarled. You looked up, to the windows and scanned the crowd. The fae at the table beside the window hid behind their coats and drinks. You looked to Rhys, puzzled.

“He doesn’t like the other males looking.” he explained.”I think it’s admirable. Who could help themselves, with you looking like that?”

“She’s not for them.” Azriel growled, making your stomach flip. The look on his face promised violence.

You reached over, gripping his muscled thigh. “It’s alright.” You promised, circling your fingers low there, tracing the seam of his leathers up and up until he caught your hand in his.

He let out a breath, his head tipping back. The menu in his other hand grew wrinkled marks from where he gripped it. “Easy.” He warned. Rhys grinned, and shifted closer to you.

The criminal in you delighted at his reaction. Once he let go of your hand, you idly browsed the menu, using it as a distraction before pacing your hand back on his leg, inching upwards in small, sneaky motions until resting at his hip, only a few inches away from the buttons of the trousers he wore.

Rhys took your other hand once the server had taken your orders, and was not discreet in the way he placed it directly atop the hardness in his pants. You sucked in a breath, and he didn’t even bother to look at you. You pressed down on him, squeezing him rhythmically. Azriel’s own member responded, twithinching beneath the cloth.

“Greedy, filthy… delectable thing.” Rhys mind-spoke, his tone a purr that had your thighs squeezing together tight.

There was a splash of liquid, the clattering of drinks and cold wetness covered your shoulder, running down your chest. The bar quieted, then picked back up an instant later. You sat up in shock, avoiding the water that covered your seat. The server was apologizing, but you could only hear the muttered swearing coming from Rhys.

His eyes were locked on to your soaked breasts, the heat there immeasurable.

The world turns black and silver in a breath, the table is shattered, knocked to the ground outside your booth and Rhys is before you, his head going to your top and palming the fabric, hid tongue going to the lap at the wetness on your skin st your breast.

Your breasts fall out of the top easily as Rhys unlaces the front. There are gasps, the sound of chairs being moved and laughs all around. None of it matters. Rhys’s hot mouth is the only thing your mind can narrow in on.

The servers’ apologies go silent, and there is a low rumbling of voices and shouts that you can pay no attention to, not as Azriel is gripping the back of your head and forcing his tongue into your mouth. His tongue goes from slow and tender to quick and demanding, forcing your own tongue to still in your mouth as he explores.

The pleasure of Rhys’s mouth on your nipples is something that has your weakend legs shaking. Once the laces are loosened, he pulls the top up over your head, his eyes wild with need as he consumes you in his own hot, desperate kiss that has you rolling your body into his.

Azriel is gone for a moment, and Rhys is turning you, pushing you back until your legs hit something solid - the window table. When you open your eyes, the crowd that had been closest is now watching you, hungry looks in their eyes.

The fear and shame gripped you for a moment, and you covered your chest. “Rhys we should-”

“They’ll deal with it.” He growled. “Most of them enjoy this kind of entertainment, they’re lucky we’re not changing them. Consider it a donation.” He said in that high lord’s arrogant voice that you’ve come to know.

The curtains fall over the fogged windows,, opaque and filled with holes, smelling of dust and stained. While Rhys consumes you in another kiss, Azriel appears at your side again, his face flushed. His hands are on your thighs, petting you, rubbing his hands across the too-tight trousers and fisting a hand in the cloth. He guides you to sit atop the table, where Rhys kneels before you.

His fingers hook around the belt loops of the pants. “Off, this time.” He commands, his tone giving no room for debate. You comply, using his shoulders to lift yourself off the table enough to let them see you - to let the entire bar see you fully.

Azriel is stripping off as well, unashamed by the looks the strangers give him. None of them bad, mostly admiring. Some of the crowd even begin touching themselves, rubbing and stroking over their clothes as Rhys takes his first lick of you.

His tongue moves slowly, and thoroughly on your clit - lapping at you with a tenderness that had your mind going to a much more leisurely place. He rolls, flicks and kisses there like a male without another purpose. He has you arching up, grinding to him within only a few minutes.

Azriel strokes himself at the same pace as Rhysand’s movements, the two of them matching pace like they weren’t surrounded by others watching. You turn your head to take Azriel into your mouth, but he denys you this. He takes your hand instead, having you stroke him while he watches the crowd. In part, he’s looking for threats, any that would dare to interrupt them - another part because he enjoyed the way the strangers stared, desire and envy filling their gazes.

Rhys’s fingers enter you, then pause, he plays with you at the entrance, noting what movements make you squirm and buck. He loves this. He revels in these moments where his patience isn’t worn so thin. He doesn’t want to have you fully on display, though. Not now. He’d rather have you screaming for him on his own bed.

So he thrusts his fingers deep inside you and curls them, angling in that spot that Azriel is able to brush against with the tip of his cock - but it’s never this firm. It’s never as intense and mind-splitting as either of their fingers are. It ignites a new flurry of need inside of you so quickly, and they know it. It forces you from being moderately turned on to nearly cumming in their hands in moments, and knowing that, they abuse it.

They flick at that spot with brutal efficiency, knowing exactly when to stop because your legs begin to shake with the force of the beginning of the orgasm they build. They’re cruel brutes, but you’d never had better sex. Maybe having someone brutal was a requirement after being with them. If you’d ever need anyone else.

He pulls his fingers out, and puts them to your lips, your wetness tart and sweet against your tongue.. You take them greedily, sucking them clean and playing with his fingers just how you would their cocks. It always drives them mad, and you know it. Unstable heat courses through your body, your legs trembling, hooking around Rhys’ hips with the urging, pulsing demands of an orgasm.

But he holds his fingers there in your mouth, pinning your mouth open, and nods to Azriel. He steps closer, and slides his cock into your mouth while Rhys restraints you open.

The order is clear enough, and you don’t attempt to close your lips around the shadowsinger. Control. Rhys and Azriel are always battling for control in their own ways. Something about it turns all of you on so incredibly - the proof of the fact apparent in the taste of Azriel’s thick precome. The tip of his cock rubs against the back of your tongue a few times, coating him with your spit, and Rhys finally relents and allows your jaw free from his grasp. You take Azriel into your mouth, moaning at the sensation - the weight of him there.

Rhys nudges into your pussy while you’re sucking Azriel, and there’s distant curses and hisses of pleasure. Coats fall to the floor, and you’re pretty sure you hear others moaning as they begin fucking as well.

Azriel pulls away, leaving dribble on your mouth when he does. He steps back and gets atop the table behind you, his cock hanging heavy right above your head.

Your legs pull Rhys in much faster than he was intending on, and because of this, his eyes go wide, his lips pull back from his teeth in a growl. He holds down your hip with a hard, bruising hand while his other goes to your neck - pinning you in place. “You’re mine, and I’ll take you how I please.” He growls out, leaning down to say it right into your ear.

Your body melts, relaxing fully to his control - to the demands he’s placed. A part of you wants to rebel, to kick at him and see just how far he’d take this, but the other part of you says that he’d likely not let you cum if you questioned him now. Not in front of these people. Even if they didn’t realise that he was their high lord, he would not be undermined in this moment.

“Yes sir.” You said voice strained around his light hold, giving him a coy grin when he pulled away to look at your face.

His cock surged, tipping up inside you and making your hips roll as much as they could. You wanted to fold your legs together, to have him fuck you how Azriel did earlier because this - this was too much restraint, too much easy and slow fucking for what your desire reqired.

Your insides were soaked, gushing with need and he was here taking you as if you were his bride. You whined low in your throat, wanting to squirm and have him fuck you.

You close your eyes, no matter how much you love seeing Azriel above you, all the movement from the crowd is growing distracting and you need to focus on feeling. The way Rhys’s cock slides in and out of you with perfect, wet slaps. The way he pulls out to the tip, solid and heavy and teasing at your entrance, before slipping right back in. The crowd echos your moans, growing louder with each thrust.

Rhys feels Like a god in this position. He pounds into her so sweetly that it barely rocks the table. The feral sounds she's making are a symphony of yearning and hunger. He can't stand the slow pace, his knot is already halfway engorged and he has little patience left for the power game he plays.

He slides you down off the table, leaving your hips supported only by the strength of his hands. You curl your legs around him, pulling him in deeper and -gods, a shocked gasp leaves you at the size of his knot as your movement forces it in and deep. He angles his hips foward, and his control is gone. He pulls out, and shoves back in in quick, wild thrusts. You cry out, hands reaching for anything to grip on to while a pre-orgasm hits you, making your walls quiver around him in strange pulses.

You reach for the edge of the table, but Azriel’s hand catches yours instead. He twines his fingers through yours, never backing down from the way you squeezed his hand tight. “As much as I want to hear you…” He mutters, then his cock is at your lips, and you suck at him greedily, moaning around his length and gripping his thigh with your free hand. Your nails bite into his skin there, but it only heightens his pleasure.

Your heels spur Rhys on, and in his fervor he knows hes losing control. He also knows that he still can’t winnow, and that he’s about to cum and lock you together with him so tightly that you wont be able to leave for a long while after this. He knows he should stop, that he should at the very least pull out to cum on you.

But all the knowledge in the world couldn’t keep him from being a worshiper to your body - to this blessed pussy and glorious mouth and- His knot locks in place, and he has only a few more shallow thrusts within the range of his motion before he’s seeing nothing, feeling nothing but the hot pressure of his release and the pussy clamping on his cock, milking the orgasm from him. The tension finally released, and the rest coming like waves off of a mountainside.

Your body convulses, hips bucking forward and writhing on Rhys’s knot the moment it settles deep inside you. He’s bowing his head, hunching forward and rocking into you as much as he can and Azriel pulls free from your mouth, his own knot getting too wide for your mouth towards the end.

Then, you feel the dribbling heat of Rhys’s cum spilling inside you, and something inside your own body responds with eager pride and takes a hold of you. Your body is twitching around him, taking his cock and squeezing it so tightly that it has your entrance stretching almost painfully. You’re building up to an immense release when Azriel’s swearing, then cumming on your neck and chest, thick streams of it landing even at your hipbone. Rhys is there quickly, lapping at the spots of it on your breast.

White molten heat explodes inside you, your orgasm pulsing through every vein, tendon - you can practically feeling it hum your very bones. You’ve been flung from a precipice you didn’t realise how hard you held on to. You were in freefall, and hitting every single cloud of mind-rocking pleasure was possible.

His member doesn’t soften, doesn’t relent during your waves of ecstasy. He fucks into you as much as he can, re gripping your hips in his hands and rolling forward, his own body shaking. His mouth goes from Azriel’s cum to your nipple, biting there, rolling the peak with his tongue. The stimulation is overwhelming, and you dig your fingers into his back.

“Fucking incredible.” one of them sighs. You can’t tell who, everything is distant and fuzzy as the waves of orgasm pummel you.

You’re exhausted by the time they recede, and by then Azriel has pulled on a pair of pants and has been petting your hair for some amount of time.

A male approaches from the crowd, holding his cock that jutted through the seam of his trousers. He’s handsome, and smiles at you hungirly. “I’ll take her next.” He says, confidence radatinging out of him.

Azriel’s eyes go wide, and he stands to face off with the male. There is clearly challenge in his poise, but the male seems to pay no mind. “Or I’ll take you. Either way-”

Azriel has a wicked shadow, curved like a knife in his hand in the next breath. “You will die b-”

Rhys groans, and pulls a blanket of darkness over the three of you, and you’re falling upon the familiar bedspread of the townhome. The smells are comforting, homey and make sleep impossible to avoid.

“Don't-” Rhys pants softly, his knot still swollen and throbbing inside of you. “Threaten someone when I can’t even get my dick free.” He lays his head on your chest, pulling Azriel down to lay with the two of you.

A warmth radiates on your lower abdomen a few minutes later. When you go to protest another round of sex, you find that it's Azriel, gently massaging the oil from the healer into your skin.

[thestarlightexpress]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

a/n: I am FINALLY ready to start writing again (thank you law school apps for getting me back in the habit), I am super pumped to finally participate in kinktober this year! I'm going to keep this masterlist updated throughout the month. lmk if anyone wants to be added to the taglist!

Day 1: Pussy Slapping - Rhys x Reader

Day 2: Somnophilia - Azriel x Reader

Day 3: Foursome - Bat Boys x Reader

Day 4: Hatefucking (feat. Bruises/Bites) - Eris x Reader

Day 5: Monsterfucking - Tarquin x Reader

Day 6: Pet Play - Nesta x Reader x Eris

Day 7: Squirting - Nesta x Reader x Cassian

Day 8: Handjob (feat. Titty Fucking) - Cassian x Reader

Day 9: Threesome - Elain x Reader x Lucien

Day 10: Impact Play - Azriel x Reader

Day 11: Hair Pulling (feat. Deepthroating) - Eris x Reader

Day 12: Thigh Riding - Tarquin x Reader

Day 13: Overstimulation (feat. Temp Play) - Lucien x Reader

Day 14: Rough Sex - Azriel x Reader

Day 15: Praise - Elain x Reader

Day 16: Exhibitionism - Helion x Reader

Day 17: Aftercare (feat. Wing Play) - Azriel x Reader x Eris

Day 18: Double Penetration - Azriel x Reader x Rhys

Day 19: Dacryphilia (feat. Bondage) - Dark!Azriel x Reader

Day 20: Public Sex - Rhys x Reader

Day 21: Omegaverse - Alpha!Cassian x Omega!Reader

Day 22: Dirty Talk: Lucien x Reader

Day 23: Masturbation - Helion x Reader

Day 24: Edgeplay - Rhys x Reader

Day 25: Breeding - Eris x Reader

Day 26: Breath Play - Azriel x Reader

Day 27: Wax Play - Lucien x Reader

Day 28: Mirror Sex (feat. Cockwarming) - Rhys x Reader x Feyre

Day 29: Bath Sex - Eris x Reader

Day 30: Massaging - Cassian x Reader

Day 31: Face Sitting - Nesta x Reader x Cassian

[frost-queen]

My mortal flaw // part 9 (Reader x Zuko)

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Summary: Zuko is determined to go after the avatar once more. While you thought he harboured no more hard feelings towards the events, it appears he still does somehow. Seperated you both reflect on it differently. [series]

The avatar is here.

Zuko and your gaze met up. Both a slightly different meaning in your eyes. Slightly furrowing your brows, you tried to hint a pleading gesture at him. Zuko turned his gaze away, getting up from his place. Coming to face his uncle. – “Show me.” – he wanted, making you sigh soft. Zuko dismissed your clear sigh that he had heard.

Not giving much ear to it as he knew how you felt against it all. Yet he still felt like you didn’t fully understand what the avatar represented. It represented everything to him. An ending to his banishment. To finally be able to return home as an honoured prince instead of a banished one. To perhaps finally give you a stable home that had vast walls and a sturdy structure. Not a homeless home. It represented his honour.

His uncle cleared his throat softly, letting his gaze drift down to you. As if needed to confirm with you that it he was allowed to share that information. – “Tell me!” – Zuko said impatient. You slowly nodded to Iroh still sitting down. Iroh cleared his throat once more. – “I saw them at the market.” – he informed his nephew. You quickly got up before he could make a move.

Taking him by the arm. Zuko’s movement got pulled back by your sudden grip, making him look over his shoulder at you. – “We’ll go together.” – you told him. Already seeing the slight annoyance form on his face. Letting your hand slide down his arm, you let it settle against the palm of his hand. Pushing your fingers around his for a grip. – “You and me right?” – speaking in a soft tone.

Zuko turned more towards you making you turn your head away. Thinking you had say something wrong. Still wrestling with the feeling from before. All the trouble with Jet you went through. Something that easily could’ve been avoided. Zuko had confirmed to you he’d not leave you behind. Yet somehow deep down, you still had the fear that he would dismiss you.

Send you back to the ship to stay there where you can stir up no trouble. Feeling his gentle touch on your chin, made you turn your head back to him. – “Not this time, princess.” – he responded. Your eyes blinking in surprise. His words coming out differently than what you had expected. His touch on you fell as he took a step back. Your hand slipping out of his. Falling back beside your body, remaining still.

Gaze slowly falling down at the realisation. No matter what words he had used before. He hadn’t fully found a way for forgiveness. A bit of the old Zuko making a appearance once more. He didn’t want you around to attract any more trouble and you understood. Yet it didn’t take away that it hurt like hellfire. Lip quivering, you tried to still it.

Lowering your head as you brought your combined hands up to your forehead. Taking a step back afterwards. Zuko went for the door, taking his leave. Iroh gave you a concerning glance. He thought everything was alright between the two of you. You avoided his gaze, gesturing for him to go after Zuko. To keep an eye out for him that he wouldn’t do anything reckless. Iroh nodded, bowing at you before taking his leave as well.

Once the silence crept in, you dropped to your knees. Hands before your eyes to deafen out your sobs. Each step forwards, meant taking two steps back with each clash. Suddenly hating yourself for giving Zuko so much trouble. Since the beginning, you had been giving him trouble. Disobeying his orders. Defying against him. Causing him more trouble with your presence.

Back at the Southern waters. Kyoshi island. With Zhao in the Northern waters. With the fire benders. Jet. It seemed like a never-ending troublesome. Wiping some tears away, you lifted your head up. Perhaps something about your aura was not right. Off balance. Pulling yourself up to your feet with some effort. Looking back at the empty quarters. Leaving it behind.

Wandering the path towards the main building. Entering it to find a lady sitting behind a desk. You walked up to her, resting your arms on the counter. – “Apologies, but do you have any bathing area’s?” – you asked her. She lifted her head up with a smile.

“There is a nice bathhouse further down this hill.”  - she informed you, gesturing behind you. Nodding you took your leave. Heading back out to go down the path towards the bathing house. You encountered some other girls walking arm in arm in the opposite direction. You kindly asked them the right directions to the bathing house. They pointed to a building just up ahead.

Going down the stone steps, you reached the bathing house. Already smelling the aroma’s when you walked in. You changed into bathing clothing. Nervously walking up to a cabin. Opening the door to a private bathing area. A round pond dug out from the ground. Closing the door behind you, you walked up to it. Sitting at the edge of the rock. Perfectly carved out by an earthbender to create a smooth rocky edge around the water.

Letting your finger dip into the water, it was nicely warm. Steamed at the right temperature. Gaze going towards the edge, you observed the shelve of herbs. Taking a precise look at them. Throwing a few of them in that you knew worked calmingly. Stepping into the water afterwards. Letting yourself drift on your back. Hair fully loose as it remained on the surface. Closing your eyes, you held your palms upwards. A white energy coming from inside you. Spreading out into the water.

Moving in ripples as you let it cleanse you. Using your ability to heal to heal your aura from any negativity. Water illuminating as if the energy radiated off you. If even the smallest bit would help, you would except it. For you never wanted Zuko to be disappointed in you ever again. You didn’t want to keep taking step backs with him.

You wanted to move forwards in the hopes that he still wanted you. That despite the arrangement, he’d love you. Wanting him to choose you in every life-time. Face slightly contracting as you tried to hold back in any tears.  Wanting nothing more than your mother’s warmth. A warmth you haven’t felt since you were a child.

“I don’t need supervising.” – Zuko called out, hinting at his uncle for following him. Iroh ignored his remark. – “I just want to know if everything is alright between you and Y/n?” – he questioned. – “Why wouldn’t it be?” – he responded rather bitsy.

“It is just…” – Iroh continued, cut off by his nephew so suddenly. – “Stay out of it!” – Zuko’s words cutting like a sharp knife. He adjusted the shawl better around his face to keep his identity hidden. – “Now show me where.” – he ordered. Iroh bowed his head, gesturing in the direction where he had seen the avatar and his friends.

Zuko huffed loud, going in pursuit. Anything to bring back his honour. It took him a few turns around the city to stumble upon the avatar. Seeing him wander around with Katara and Sokka. The flying lemur sitting on his shoulder.

Zuko wanted to get closer feeling a sudden hand on his shoulder. – “It is too crowded here.” – Iroh reminded him to not pick a fight here. Zuko huffed loud, shoving his touch off. Zuko brushed past some people to get a closer look.

To come as close as possible to them. – “Appa!” – suddenly reached his ears, making him stop-midway. Hiding behind a cart of cabbages. – “Appa!” – the desperate call coming to him once more. Moving himself a bit up, he watched. Katara placing a hand on the avatar’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry Aang. We’ll find him.” – she responded with comfort. Aang’s shoulders visibly slouching forwards. – “What if he’s scared… or trapped…” – the thought alone made Aang hurt deep inside. – “Hey don’t worry about Appa.” – Sokka’s voice pitched through. – “He’s a tough one, He can look after himself until we find him.”

Zuko’s eyes widened with opportunities. – “So the avatar has lost his bison?” – he mumbled to himself. He saw that they started to move again, making him come out of his hiding place. Moving closer to them in the opposite direction. Approaching them more. Keeping sure his identity was hidden. He waited for them to come.

The water boy passing. His sister looking searchingly around. She turned back around, bumping briefly against his shoulder. Zuko raised his hand. Her scarf sliding over his fingers with the most gentle brush. Like water rippling in the air. Thoughtfully he brought his hand closer to him.

Slowly closing his hand, slightly turning around to see the last of her tribes blue disappear between the plain earth colours. It made him blink refreshingly. Making him reach down his pocket. Pulling it back out with something in his hand. A watertribe necklace. Yours. Closing his hand once more, he brought it up to his chest.

Clenching his grip around it. Making him exhale deep. Tugging it back away, he joined back with his uncle. Seeing how surprised his uncle was that his nephew hadn’t caused a scene yet. Sighing loud, he gestured for him to follow him back. Returning back to the quarters.

He quirked his eyebrow up, watching you sit by the window. Staring mindlessly outside. Lost in your own thoughts. Zuko gestured at his uncle to keep quiet. Iroh kept his mouth closed, taking a tentative observation. Bowing his head, he shuffled back out of the room to give some privacy.

“Y/n.” – Zuko said quietly approaching you hesitantly. – “Y/n.” – he repeated with a touch on your shoulder when you didn’t appear to have heard him. Humming loud, you turned your head to him. His expression softened upon seeing the red under your eyes. Hinting to him that you had been in tears. Zuko came kneeling beside you, lowering himself to your eye-level.

“I…I am very sorry for everything.” – you let out. – “I think it is best if I return to the ship.” – you finished doing your very best not to cry anymore. – “Hey… no… no…” – Zuko responded lifting his chest a bit up to wrap an arm around you. Bringing you closer to his chest, head resting there. –“That is not what I want.” – he spoke letting his chin rest on top of your head. Letting out a deep exhale. – “Not while the sun and moon rises.”

You snuggled deeper against his chest, wrapping your arms around him. – “Ying and yang.” – you whispered out, listening in to his heartbeat. – “Harmony.” – Zuko responded to your surprise leaning a bit back to get a better look at you by his chest. He lifted your chin up to make you look up to him. – “You and me right?” – he spoke with devotion.

You hesitantly nodded in return. You turned a bit around in his embrace to lean with your back against his chest. His arms wrapping warmly around your waist. Resting against your stomach. – “Did you find the avatar?” – you questioned. Hearing him hum loud in response. – “And I know just how to bring him to me.” – he added intriguing you. Wondering what he meant.

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One Summer — Part Six

Pairing: Reader x Azriel

Summary: One beach house. One festival. One summer to fall in love.

Warnings: drug usage/mentions as usual, alcohol, mor/feyre/reader being fashion icons, reader & az being 'just friends', drunk girl bonding, reader being a sentimentalist and loving her friends

Word Count: 5.4k

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There was a cramp in your stomach from laughing so hard— a pain made worse by the fact that Mor’s roughly concocted mimosas fueled the hilarity of every comment. She and Feyre were in stitches beside you, their snickers echoing off the walls as you all made your way down the stairs. It had taken a while, but you were finally ready to head out for the last day of Summit. The boys had been waiting with increasing impatience.

As you rounded the corner into the kitchen, Cassian looked up with a start, his hand paused mid-air, spoon halfway to his mouth. He choked as he took in the sight before him, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“What the hell do those say?” Cassian coughed, pressing his hand over his mouth as he swallowed hard. He stood up from his seat, and you bit back a laugh.

You three had been adamant about making your last day truly memorable. Somehow that had turned into throwing out any pretenses of looking cute or trendy. Instead, you three wanted something more sophisticated, outfits that showed your maturity. You’d each chosen special shirts for one another. 

Yours was a white tee with bold, unapologetic text: “I made your dad a bottom.” Mor’s shirt was a masterpiece of absurdity. She’d cut it into a sleeveless, oversized fit that hung off her frame with casual abandon. The front featured a stock photo of a muscular, awkwardly posed werewolf figure with the caption “Human by chance, alpha by choice” scrawled underneath in an ill-advised font. Feyre’s was also a true work of art. She'd played pretend offend for all of three seconds when she'd first seen it, giggling about how true it was. Her shirt boasted a crudely drawn frog holding a paintbrush, paired with the words “Dyslexic with tig bits.”

You exchanged grins with your best friends. 

"Aren't you gonna tell us how good we look?" Mor asked, placing a hand on her hip. She gave him a look of impatience, as if the time running by without her compliment was getting on her nerves. 

"I-" Cassian ran a hand across his mouth, tracing his mustache with extra care once he noticed her budding scowl. "Rhys! Az!"

The two boys emerged almost instantly, their mouths falling open in amusement as their eyes scanned the shirts. Rhys was the first to react, his face lighting up with a wide grin as he let out a low whistle.

“Pretty privilege lets you guys get away with way too many things,” he mused, his attention fixed entirely on Feyre as he approached her. He gently took her hand, guiding her into a dainty twirl to showcase her outfit.

Your gaze shifted to Az, who leaned casually against the wall, amusement dancing in his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. Mimicking his pose, you crossed your arms defensively. He shook his head, pushing off the wall and strolling towards you.

“Well, don’t cover up the art like that,” he said, glancing at your crossed arms. “I was enjoying it.”

You blushed, letting out a snort as you dropped your arms, gesturing dramatically to the shirt. Az’s eyes glimmered as he reached forward, his fingers lightly brushing the edges of the fabric. “Why this one?”

“Mor chose it for me,” you replied, your breath catching slightly. Azriel nodded in approval.

“Fitting.”

Cassian, now fully recovered, let out a hearty laugh. “Well, I’m feeling left out. You all look—” he paused for dramatic effect, “—exceptionally unique.”

“Good answer,” Mor said with a satisfied nod. She wrapped an arm around you, pulling you along with her as she walked towards the kitchen. “And isn’t the idea of dommy Y/N so hot?”

You groaned, your face flushing red as she giggled beside you. For the tenth time that morning, you begged her to stop using such a strange title. Her laughter only grew louder.

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The merch line was long, but you didn’t mind waiting; the day was cooler, the sun less blistering than it had been, and the thought of having a physical memento from the weekend was comforting. Az had volunteered to keep you company while the others leisurely watched a smaller set on the schedule. There was an ease to this moment, the kind that settled in when time stretched out.

Azriel turned his head to look at you. His eyes scanned your figure and a second later he was shaking his head, looking away as a laugh left his lips. Your heart skipped a beat. Az’s laugh was something you coveted, a sound you’d become addicted to over time.

You waited until his eyes reached yours again to raise your eyebrow. "What?"

"That fuckin' shirt," Az replied. "I just can't get over it."

You grinned, nudging him with your shoulder as the line moved forward. "Don't judge. It's been a chick and dick magnet."

It was true. You'd gotten more compliments on your shirt than you'd ever received in your entire life— at least, drunk you seemed to think so. God, you needed to wear this outfit more often.

Azriel shook his head again, offering up his hands in surrender. "No judgment here," he said. He scanned you again, eyes glowing with a sense of contemplation. He pulled his cap off his head and placed it on yours. You tracked his movements with your eyes, watching as he took a step backwards and admired you as if he'd just created a masterpiece.

"Perfect."

It was an effort not to beam at the word alone, at how it seemed to anchor itself in your chest, resonating with a deeper meaning you were too embarrassed to fully acknowledge. You cleared your throat, ignoring the warmth that rolled through your body, surely collecting on your reddening cheeks. You placed your hands on your hips. 

"I look good?"

Azriel let out a small hiccup, a smile spreading across his face. "Oh yeah," he said, reclaiming his spot next to you in a few, easy strides. "You look like every dude in Rhys's frat."

Your smile fell. You attempted to give him a glare, to scowl, but Azriel's proud grin pulled a laugh from deep in your chest. "You said it looked good."

Az's smile curved, deepening into the crevasses of his cheeks. "And I meant it, you look great. Stunning."

There it was, that feeling again— that giddiness that left you fumbling for words. Something warm and silly spread throughout your chest. For a moment, you struggled to respond, fumbling through your mind to put together a coherent sentence. It was proving hard, so incredibly hard, when Az was looking at you the way he was.

"I didn't know frat boys were your type."

Azriel shrugged. "I didn't either. Guess we're both learning new things."

You playfully smacked him with your hand and reached up to remove his cap from your head. He shook his head, taking it back to adjust the band with nimble fingers. You watched him, noting the slight tremble as he refitted it to your head.

“You keep this,” Azriel said, securing it on you again. “It looks better on you anyway.”

You swallowed, fingertips brushing the brim. “Careful, Az. It might sound like you’re flirting with me or something.”

Azriel stared at you for a moment. His gaze was steady, searching. Do friends look at friends this way? Was it wrong to crave his gaze so deeply?

"What can I say," Az finally replied. The line moved forward. "I guess I just can't resist the pull of a frat guy."

Azriel brushed his palmalong the small of your back to guide you forward. The warmth of his touch lingered long after he removed his hand.

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You weren't sure how much time had passed since Az left to go put all of the merch in the car. His instructions to you had been clear: stay in the same area so he could find you when he came back in. When he'd left, there was still around an hour until you'd meet back up with Mor, Feyre, Cass and Rhys. 

But Azriel's instructions left your mind the minute he was out of view. You'd reached that perfect point of being slightly crossed—mostly drunk, but not dangerously so— and everything felt vibrant. Alive. It made no sense to stand still or sit in a patch of grass and wait for Az to return like a sad codependent dog and its owner. No, that wouldn't do.

So you wandered, finding yourself by the food trucks, a new fruity drink in your hand. Non-alcoholic and entirely too expensive for its small size, but money didn't seem real to you. There was a large smile on your face as you weaved through the small crowds. You'd made around six new friends, random people you began talking to in line, those equally as drunk who voiced their love for your outfit. 

You barely registered when you bumped into a girl, the drink in your hand sloshing a bit. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” A soft voice exclaimed. You brought your attention to her face, taking in her long brown hair as she wiped a drop from her shirt. You were about to apologize then too, but then her eyes met yours. Something sparked in them. They widened, the brown glowing almost, and she beamed. 

“I know you!”

You stilled. “You do?” There was something familiar about her but you couldn’t quite place it. The smile especially. Something warm and friendly. 

“Yes!” she nodded eagerly. She grabbed the arm of a person next to her, pulling them into the conversation. Deep blue eyes and sandy brown hair. 

“Babe," the girl said, "This is the girl from yesterday!"

A look of realization formed on her partner's face. She turned to you again. "I was just telling them earlier about you. I took your picture yesterday."

They nodded, a small chuckle leaving their lips as they took a sip of their shared drink. "She was," they said, "The pretty girl with the boyfriend who had a sick wing tattoo.”

You blinked. Maybe you were feeling a bit slow today, a bit lethargic, or maybe you were a bit too gone to carry such a fast conversation. You let their words sink in, allowing your face to blossom into a smile. You recognized her face now, remembering the sweet approach she'd had to you and Az. The picture you now cherished so deeply. Your cheeks warmed. 

 “Oh, uh. He's not my boyfriend.”

The girl stilled. A sense of surprise flickered across her face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you laughed lightly, “just friends.”

She exchanged a look with her partner, a silent conversation passing between them, and then turned back to you with an intrigued expression, eyes slightly narrowed, lips still curved at the edges. 

"Really?" She repeated, as if her question would pull a different answer, one that may have satisfied her more. 

You gave a sheepish smile, shrugging your shoulders. You suddenly felt entirely too vulnerable, embarrassed in a way you hadn't felt since you were a child in kindergarten. She exchanged another look with her partner. 

“Does he know that?” They said. 

You shifted awkwardly, the heat rising in your cheeks. “Yeah, I mean, it's kinda weird, though. I don't know...” You trailed off, feeling the words slipping away from you. It was hard to articulate when your mind was so pleasantly hazy. You hesitated, then added with a chuckle, “It’s a long story.”

They both nodded. The girl looked at her partner before turning back to you. She grinned and shrugged, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Well, if you have the time, so do we.”

You furrowed your brows. She leaned in closer, like a best friend about to share a secret, and whispered conspiratorially, “I love a good storytime.”

And so, you found yourself sitting on a patch of grass, with Victoria and Jamie, as you learned their names to be, a band playing distantly on the stage nearby. The entire history spilled from your lips like uncontrollable bile, as if you were drafting a biography and starting it from the moment you met Feyre—because that’s when it truly all started. Almost four years ago, you realized.

You talked about freshman year, about your introductory philosophy class, your friendship with Az that blossomed into this deep, heavy crush. You told them about that almost-kiss, the one that lingered in your memory like a bittersweet stain, and even about your relationship with Eris. 

Victoria's drink was empty by the time you’d finished and the sun had dipped ever-so-slightly in the sky, now painting the festival in golden hues. 

 “Wow,” Victoria said, exchanging a meaningful look with Jamie before turning back to you.

You felt a twinge of embarrassment. “I talked too much, didn't I?"  

“Not at all! That was incredibly entertaining. Felt like the plot to some kind of romcom,” she said, laughing lightly. Jamie nodded in agreement. You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“So… what’s holding you back?” Victoria asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied your face. You opened your mouth to respond, but she quickly interjected, “And do not say it’s because you’re not sure he feels the same. You’re wearing his hat.”

You offered a sheepish smile, bringing your fingers up to trace the brim of Azriel’s cap, still securely placed on your head. You’d almost forgotten he’d put it there. It made sense now, why your face didn’t feel as burnt as usual. It also felt silly to admit that it was a worry of yours--- that maybe Az didn't see anything romantic with you the way he once did, that maybe these small moments were doused in a platonic love, like that from Cass and Rhys, and you had deluded yourself into thinking too deeply about them. 

You shrugged, a small, helpless gesture. “It’s more complicated than that,” you mumbled, but your words felt hollow even to your own ears.

Jamie leaned forward, their gaze sharp and inquisitive. You resisted the urge to draw back at the eye contact, at how their blue eyes seemed to be reading you. They casted a glance at Victoria.

“Is it because of your ex-boyfriend?"

"What?" You frowned, letting your shoulders sag as the words ran through you. "What do you mean?"

They shrugged, sharing another glance with Victoria.

"You mentioned him a lot. And you said they all had a past. Maybe it’s some kind of guilt?”

Your eyes widened as you considered the possibility, the weight of it settling heavily in your chest. You hadn’t consciously connected the two, the strange anxiety and guilt that had bubbled throughout the week. But now that it had been mentioned, acknowledged by someone other than yourself, the thought lingered, a seed of doubt taking root.

Maybe they were right; maybe you’d been letting guilt hold you back from pursuing what you truly wanted. That extended to things far beyond the way you felt for Az. The truth was, you did feel guilty. You'd lost time with your friends when you and Eris dated. It was part of the reason why you felt even worse for not wanting to move with Mor— because you didn't want to disappoint her another time, to make her feel like you were choosing something else over her.

And there was Azriel. Azriel, Azriel, Azriel. Where was he anyways? You should go find him. Surely it's been too long. Were you spending too much time with him? Should you be at Mor's hip instead?  Your thoughts started swirling faster, more compounded and harder to process. 

“I guess I hadn’t really thought about it that way,” you admitted, your voice quiet. "Maybe that's it."

Why was it so easy to be more honest to complete strangers than to yourself? Such a strange thing, you thought, as Victoria watched you carefully. Her eyes softened with understanding. There was a moment of silence before Jamie smiled encouragingly, gently placing a hand on her thigh. 

“I think Vi has something to show you.”

"Oh, right! I do." She beamed, eyes lighting up with excitement. She pulled out her phone and a few seconds later, she was holding it out to you, a photo on the screen. "This was why I was so glad to run into you."

The photo was taken the day before, during the set where Victoria had taken that picture of you and Azriel. This one was from behind, capturing Azriel’s arm resting naturally around your waist as you both watched the band. The sight stirred something deep within you. You felt a smile tug at your lips as you remembered how that moment had felt—comfortable, right, as if the world outside had fallen away, leaving just the two of you.

When you met her eyes again, Victoria grinned, clearly delighted by your reaction. “Watch the live,” she said, offering you her phone to hold in your own hands.

You listened, gently taking it and pressing down on the photo. It showed you looking away from Az, a soft smile on your face, and then, right after, Az looking down at you with an expression just as soft, one that you felt deeply in your chest. You let it replay a couple of times.

No wonder Victoria had assumed you and Az were together, had complimented you like a couple, told her partner about you both. If you were an outsider watching this moment, you’d think you were a couple too—so natural, so connected. What could be, if only you were brave enough to reach for it.

Victoria’s voice pulled you back. “It was fate that I ran into you again. The picture was so cute I was tempted to post it somewhere in hopes it got to you.”

Her words made you smile and you glanced at Jamie. The way they looked at her, with such tenderness and affection, was like something out of a fairy tale. It made your heart ache, longing for something similar. Azriel's laugh echoed faintly in your head. 

Jamie caught your gaze and nodded toward the phone in Victoria’s hand. “Friends don’t look at friends that way,” they said, their grin slightly teasing but gentle all the same. “Just so you know.”

Victoria sighed wistfully, leaning into Jamie as they wrapped an arm around her. "You know what I think?" You raised a brow, inviting her to continue. Her face softened as she met your gaze. "You should tell him how you feel."

You sighed, looking down at the ground. Admitting you felt something for Azriel could change the dynamic between you. And not only that, but the dynamic between you and everyone else. You liked where everything was at now. You didn’t want to ruin it.

“It’s just not that simple.”

“No one said it would be,” She said gently. She looked up at Jamie, her eyes shining a bit brighter than seconds before. “But sometimes, the best things aren’t.”

You had given Az similar advice the day before—urging him to chase his dreams and not confine himself to limitations. The irony of those very words being directed back at you now, especially about him, made you want to laugh. It felt oddly fitting and full-circle. Maybe you could write a paper about it. 

Jamie tangled their fingers in Victoria’s hair. They nodded in agreement, giving you a look that said: Listen to her. She's right. 

Victoria seemed to catch your hesitation and she called your attention with a gentle murmur of your name. "I'm serious," she said. "The regret of not trying will probably be much stronger than any guilt you feel now."

You smiled to yourself, picking at the grass around you and feeling the blades between your fingers. You looked at them again, amused at how your day had led you to this insightful couple and some much-needed time to spill your guts.

"You guys are so wise," you said with a small chuckle. "Y'know that?"

"It's these fucking spiked lemonades," she replied, lifting up her empty can. "They give me a fifth sense."

Jamie chuckled next to her. They patted her head gently. "Sixth."

"Huh?" She said, turning her head to look at them. 

"Sixth sense, babe," they said. "You already have five senses."

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Azriel had found you five minutes into your second conversation with Victoria and Jamie, his eyes wide and cheeks slightly red. He'd been looking for you for almost fifteen minutes, his countless calls having been sent to voicemail because your phone had been silenced. You'd apologized profusely, but Az had laughed it off, saying he was grateful that you had a shirt he could see from miles away and a hat he knew like the back of his hand. He greeted Jamie and Victoria, recognizing the latter almost immediately, and then jokingly thanked them for watching you while he was gone, making a joke that you were a wandering toddler with an affinity for shiny things.

Victoria shot you a knowing look as you both walked away.

You had a few more minutes before you were scheduled to meet the rest of the group, so you took the opportunity to enjoy the scene. You and Azriel wandered through the vibrant area of the festival where booths from local artists and craftspeople lined the grassy areas. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the hum of conversation and the occasional burst of music from nearby stages. With everything around you vying for your attention, your mind stayed tethered to the conversation with Jamie and Victoria.

You stopped when you spotted a photobooth nestled between two tables, a vintage looking thing advertising two strips of 5 photos for 12 bucks. A steep price, but something in you was drawn to it nonetheless.

You looked at Azriel with a grin. “Does the photographer feel like being photographed?

Az raised an eyebrow. “I feel like no matter what I say, you'll somehow convince me to do it anyways.”

You smiled wider, biting your lip to keep it from spreading too much. “You know me so well.”

The space was intimate, practically needing you both to sit atop of one another. You gently took his hat off, placing it in your lap as Azriel’s arm slipped comfortably around your shoulders, drawing you even closer. The gesture was casual, something he'd done countless times before, but it sent your pulse racing all the same.

Azriel’s smile was warm as he looked into the camera and you found yourself acutely aware of his presence, noting the smallest of details despite the camera's low quality. The curls on his head, the sharpness of his jaw, the way his eyes crinkled as he grinned. The smile on your face as the booth snapped its first picture was a result of staring at Az's reflection; your second smile came from the sound of his laugher, soft and genuine, filling the tiny space.

You reached out and gently cupped his cheek for one of the next poses, your fingers brushing against his skin. His expression softened. And then his fingers were grazing your hair, slowly tangling themselves by winding a strand around his finger.

As the fourth picture snapped, you noticed how he was looking at you—not at the camera, but at you. His gaze was steady and unwavering, filled with something you couldn’t quite name but felt in every fiber of your being. You turned to look at him, meeting his eyes with soft breath. 

Jamie’s voice echoed in your head, a distant but persistent echo. Friends don’t look at friends that way.

The space between you seemed to contract. You took a deep breath, feeling a familiar buzz of longing resurface. And suddenly, you were eighteen again, millimeters away from Az on that Halloween night. His eyes drifted to your lips.

Victoria’'s voice whispered next: The regret of not trying will probably be much stronger than any guilt you feel now.

Azriel leaned in, his eyes drifting shut as he brought his hand up to cradle your hair. Your breath hitched and you moved to close the distance, a sudden need filling your body. Azriel, your mind seemed to whisper, repeatedly like a prayer, Azriel Azriel, Azriel—

A sudden, blinding FLASH snapped you to reality. You both pulled back slightly, eyes wide, as the booth’s camera whirred to capture the memory you’d just almost shared. Azriel blinked, clearing his throat, and you scrambled to pull back the curtain, stepping into the blinding sunshine. 

You fumbled with your shirt, trying to smooth it down as though you'd been caught in some misstep. The words, I made your dad a bottom, mocked you boldly. Avoiding Azriel’s gaze, you stared at the ground as he handed you the strip of photos. Your hand brushed his briefly, lingering long enough to feel the warmth of his touch as you took the pictures.

You glanced at the photos, then looked up to find Azriel already staring at you. You opened your mouth to say something, but a familiar voice yelling your names cut you off. Mor and Cassian came sprinting towards you with wide smiles. You shoved the photo strip into your bag. 

You smiled, making an effort to focus on the story Cass was animatedly telling as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side. But your eyes kept drifting back to Azriel, who seemed just as lost in thought as you. 

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You were a sentimentalist at your core. 

For as long as you could remember, you collected memories. You stored them away like treasures, delicate and fragile, saving them for rainy days when you'd wrap yourself in nostalgia like a warm blanket. You wanted everything to have meaning, for things to make sense in a world that often didn’t. Perhaps that’s what led you to study philosophy—a major that let you think too deeply about everything, that encouraged you to seek understanding to a point where nothing made sense.

The Stoics believed that the practice of virtue was enough to achieve eudaimonia, a well-lived life. As you stood in the grassy expanse, watching the lights dance across the night sky and feeling the music pulse through your veins, you thought that maybe this was what they meant. Maybe this was a well-lived life—being surrounded by the simple joy of being alive.

The sun had long set and the sky above was a blanket of deep indigo. You'd all chosen to enjoy the headliner and final performance from a distance, preferring the open space behind the throng rather than being swallowed by the crush of bodies near the stage. From your vantage point you watched the massive crowd sway in unison, a sea of bobbing heads and glowing sticks. Every now and then flashing neon lights would meet your eyes, causing you to squint at their power. 

You could see it all—the band on the huge screens, the ocean of people, and the world alive around you. Your arms were intertwined with Mor and Feyre's as you danced together, singing the songs at the top of your lungs. Mor pulled you both closer and you felt her laugh more than you heard it, a rumble through her body as she beamed into the endless night.

Feyre laughed, and you watched as her gaze fell elsewhere. She squeezed you both before bouncing towards Rhys, hair flying wild and free. He caught her easily, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony and you grinned at the way they fit so effortlessly together. You stored the image of their smiles away in your mind.

Mor pulled you towards her, bringing your cheeks between her palms. Her eyes were glowing with a mixture of happiness and the alcohol in her system as she grinned.  "I'm so glad you're here!"

The words ran through you, warming every corner of your body as you smiled back to her. Distantly, you could feel the tickle of tears behind your eyes--- the urge to cry from a strange mixture of love, happiness, and guilt. You let your mind focus on that love as your smile grew wider. 

"Me too," you responded loudly. "I love you."

Mor's eyes lit up even more as she squealed, pulling you into a quick hug as she repeated the words back to you, over and over. When you pulled away, you found Cassian next to you, his strong arms wrapping around both of you, drawing you into his orbit. He twirled you and you laughed, moving with him until your world was a dizzy blur of colors and lights. And when Cass moved to pull Mor, you paused for a moment, looking around the crowd. You weren't quite sure what you were searching for. But your heart seemed to be seeking it, some craving.

 A few steps away were Rhys and Feyre, their faces lit up with excitement as they sang animatedly to Azriel. You turned your attention to him, observing his genuine smile and the way he moved to the music. Despite the proximity of your bodies on the same patch of grass, in this fleeting instant, he seemed distant, absorbed in his own enjoyment--- and you watched it with a sense of admiration. Your gaze lingered on his lips.

The craving you once had—whatever it was you had been searching for—faded as he laughed. 

You gently pulled away from Mor and Cassian, stepping aside to watch your friends dance. The scene was too perfect to let slip away unrecorded, so you pulled out your phone and captured a bit of it. The quality would suck in the darkness, the figures mostly shadow with laser lights painting them in brief flashes of color, but you didn’t care. 

A bittersweet ache ran through you. You'd never have this moment again. And if you parted ways after graduation, you'd miss out on many more moments like this. When you looked back up, Az was approaching you. There was a smile on his face that matched the warmth in you, a sense of peace that paired perfectly with that tingling excitement that Az often made you feel.

He extended his hand towards you. "It's time to take your own advice.”

You looked at his outstretched hand, then up at him, a smile tugging at your lips. He didn't need to explain his words further. You knew exactly what he was referring to. Almost instantly, your mind traveled to the countless times you had urged him to embrace the moment, attempted to pull him out of his head. 

You let out a determined breath and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you pulled him back towards the group. Mor and Feyre had blended into a new group, singing along and laughing with their new friends. Meanwhile, Cassian and Rhys were dancing in a playful, almost mocking manner, with Cassian humorously mimicking the way Rhys and Feyre had been dancing closely.

You tugged Azriel into the midst of it all, letting him guide you into a light twirl. The music wrapped around you, the lights casting an ethereal glow over the jubilant crowd. The world narrowed into this experience--- to you and Az surrounded by your friends, to Mor singing the lyrics to a giggling Feyre. 

The Stoics believed in many things. They believed in the value of virtue and the pursuit of wisdom, in accepting the things we cannot change, and most importantly, they believed in the power of the present moment. It is the only thing we have control over.

Your wandering thoughts from earlier were all true. You'd never be this young again. You'd never attend this same festival, never be this drunk, never dance like this in this exact constellation of friends and music. You'd miss out on many memories, many moments just as joyous. 

You’d never have this exact moment again.

But right now, it was all yours.

And that was all that mattered.

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[shadowdaddies]

Could you write some A/B/O smut for the batboys (x reader or just among themselves)

I love how much you write in response to recs so I’m super excited xx love your writing style so much

hi! thank you so much for the kind words💜 I thought about just doing the batboys but tbh I'm not sure what their dynamic would be so I went with batboys alphas and omega reader. I tried to do my research on this, so I'm sorry if this isn't really accurate to the omegaverse but I hope you enjoy it💜

Spontaneity

poly!batboys x f!reader omegaverse AU

WARNINGS: smut, truly this is pwp, a/b/o dynamics, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, anal sex, dp, breeding kink obvi, minors dni, not proofread

Your boots crunched against the white snow, pressing it down as you walked down a street in Windhaven with Emerie. The small talk you were holding with your friend was quickly interrupted when the heads of nearly every male on the street turned towards you, nostrils flaring as they tracked you with predatory gazes.

You and Emerie both clocked their looks instantly, realization dawning as you began to feel the symptoms of spontaneous heat. Your scent was growing stronger by the minute, the sweet pheromones drawing every beta in the camp towards your path. 

You knew there was limited time for you to reach your nest before your desire turned blinding, turning to Emerie as you frantically explained the plan. 

“I need you to get a healer until my mates can get here. Send them to the cabin, please,” you pleaded, anxiously backing away as you prepared to run for it. Emerie nodded, turning back as she went in search of your alphas’ healer, Madja. 

Fleeing through the snow, you fought the urges threatening to take over as your body’s cravings intensified. You managed to stumble through the door to the warded cabin, calling out helplessly to the empty home as your vision blurred. 

Your clothes were too restrictive, burning hot against your skin as you clawed desperately to remove them. You shed your coat, untying your boots as you scrambled up the staircase to your nested bedroom. 

The moment you opened the door, the lingering scents of your alphas greeted you, slick already dripping down your legs as you moaned at the smell. Crawling over the edge of the mattress, your head fell back against the pillows as you struggled to get your pants down. 

A plea echoed in your mind - relief, relief, relief - as you shimmied your pants down to your ankles. A scream of frustration left your lips as you brought your fingers to your clit, the wetness pooling between your legs uncomfortable. Rubbing your clit was getting you nowhere - you needed to be filled, needed a healer, an alpha, anything. 

Your frustrated cries drowned out the sound of the door opening, your small fingers curled inside of you doing little to ease the desire burning within. 

“Fuck, baby,” Rhys breathed, violet eyes wide as he took in the sight of you, sprawled and sweating on the bed. 

“Rhys, Alpha, please. I need a heat suppress... A healer. Emerie-“ you fumbled for the words, unable to even ask for what you needed to take the edge off as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay sweet girl. I’m here to take care of you. What do you want, little one?” Rhys cooed, eyes filled with adoration as his fingers gripped your chin, directing your focus to him.

Your tongue instinctively darted out, licking his thumb in silent request. He growled, slipping the digit into your mouth as you mewled, sucking as you stared at him with wide eyes. 

“I need you inside of me,” you mumbled around his finger. Your words weren’t clear, but your alpha knew exactly what you needed as his clothes were spirited away. The sound of his hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen drew a pathetic mewl from you, slick somehow building further as you struggled for breath.

Rhys pulled his thumb from your mouth, circling around to the edge of the bed, where your ankles were still trapped in the confines of your pants. Instead of undressing you, Rhys gripped your ankles, pulling them over his head as he locked himself within your legs. A guttural groan escaped him, eyes rolling back as your scent filled his senses. 

“Rhys, please. I need you now,” you pleaded, tears brimming as you clenched around nothing. Your alpha did not keep you waiting, pulling your hips down to the edge of the bed as he guided his cock inside of you, the both of you releasing lewd moans at the feeling of his swelled cock fully seated. “Move,” you whispered, wriggling as much as you could in his restrictive hold. 

Rhys loved having you at his mercy like this, smugness filling him at being the only alpha here as he drew his hips back, slamming into you. Relief flooded through you, feeling euphoric as your cravings were finally sated. Your head lolled to the side, shifting up and down against the mattress with Rhys’s thrusts as you registered Cassian walking through the door. 

“Oh, my sweet girl. I heard about your heat,” he crooned, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You nodded helplessly, still bouncing on Rhys’s dick as your mouth began to water, your need for Cassian building with each inhale you took of his scent.

Your eyes flicked to his face, Cassian’s hazel eyes watching your mouth fly open in a moan as Rhys hit deep inside of you. “Please, please,” you breathed, hand fumbling in a weak attempt to palm your alpha’s cock through his pants. “I need to suck you,” you begged, earning a moan from both Rhys and Cassian as the latter quickly stripped himself of his clothing.

Cassian climbed to the top of the mattress, legs spreading as his scent filled the air, cock proudly on display. Rhys flipped you over, your ass in the air as he shoved your pants the rest of the way off. Practically drooling, you leaned down and took Cassian in your mouth, moaning at the taste of his precum on your lips as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he praised, his words spurring you on as you took him as deep as you could. Rhys thrust back inside of you without warning, eliciting a muffled scream as you gagged around Cassian’s cock. His hand found your hair, wrapping it around his wrist as you bounced like a rag doll between him and Rhys.

“Fuck,” Rhys murmured, landing a smack to your ass as his knot grew inside of you, locking you in place as you felt his warm seed fill you up. Cassian groaned as he watched your face, your jaw going slack around him as you reveled in the feeling of Rhys’s release. 

“Gods, I’m going-“ Cassian pulled away just in time, his knot shrinking back as he held your mouth away from him. Rhys pulled out, long fingers pushing his cum back inside of you, a moan leaving him at the sight. 

“Where- where is Az?” You breathed, suddenly feeling the intensity of your heat at the realization of your missing alpha. Cassian and Rhys exchanged a quick glance before you heard movement downstairs, boots thudding against the wood before Azriel appeared in the doorway, sweat dripping from his brow.

“I was in Velaris. I’m here now baby, I’ve got you,” he cooed, leaning down to bring you in for a searing kiss. “What do you want from me, sweet girl?”

“I need you both. Now,” you commanded breathlessly, looking between him and Cassian. With a nod, Azriel removed his clothing, Rhys gently flipping you back on your back where Cassian pulled you against his chest. His cock brushed against your core, collecting the mix of your slick and Rhys’s cum as he lined himself up with your rear entrance.

With a nod from you, Cassian pushed inside, his large cock stretching your asshole deliciously. A mewl escaped you as you felt Azriel’s hand on your clit, thumb rubbing circles as he teased. 

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing so good for us,” Rhys murmured, settling next to you on the bed as he peppered kisses down your neck and chest. He smiled with pride when your jaw dropped, the sensation of Azriel pushing into your cunt, rubbing against Cassian’s cock through your thin walls almost too much for you.

Vision fading in and out, you heard vague and muffled praises as Cassian and Azriel took alternating thrusts inside of you, Rhys’s hands and mouth licking and tugging your nipples as every part of your body was stimulated.

With a scream, you clawed at the sheets as Cassian’s knot swelled inside of you, his release warm in your ass as Azriel continued pounding into you. Someone’s fingers found your clit, a chuckle sounding in your ear as you whimpered at the overstimulation. 

Your mind reeled as what might have been another orgasm crashed through you, the constant intense pleasure too much for you to register as you felt Azriel’s knot grow inside of you. Cassian leaned down to press kisses on your shoulder, Rhys continuing his words of praise as your final alpha’s seed filled you. 

The heat which had consumed you now faded away, deep contentment and sleepiness overwhelming your senses as you struggled to stay awake. You were vaguely aware of Azriel crawling up the bed, several sets of hands wrapping around your waist as you laid back against a muscled chest. 

“Sleep, little one. We’ll be here,” Rhys murmured in your ear as you drifted off, deeply sated and peaceful in your mates’ arms.

[thatonebookg1rl]

In His Arms | a/b/o | Alpha dark Rhysand x omega reader

A/N: Hii! This is NOT my first fic. I originally wrote on the account of heartlesstate for the ACOTAR community. I lost the account though so to any of my old or new followers, hi! I hope you enjoy this. This is different from my normal and isn't for everyone, so please READ THE WARNINGGS!!!!

Summary: You have a panic attack during college, and your alpha- the highlord, (Rhys duh) Snatches you up and comforts you. This is a comfort fic.

Warnings: MDNI, cussing, A/B/O fic!!, alpha Rhys and omega reader, scenting, dark/yandere inner circle, female reader, she/her pronouns, allusions to sex and murder- no smut though.

word count: 1.9k

The constant drumming of your finger as it hit the table soothed you, a repeating pattern keeping your mind focused instead of wandering to the..less positive thoughts. Four hours left. You only had to make it four more hours. Then you could grab your bags and disappear from this college. And then tomorrow you’d wake and up and repeat. Again and again and again. This class wasn’t too bad, your professor taught about the history of the many wars that had taken play in Prythian. It was interesting- but it wasn’t any news to you when you had a pack who practically lived through most of it.

You’re an omega. One of the last. They were mostly killed out by brutal and savage fae alphas who were ridden with uncontrollable desires. Now, only about ten remained. Where they were? Nobody was really sure. Probably hiding, scared to become extinct. You knew at least four were with Helion. He kept them safe , offering a sanctuary to the ones he had found. None of them required to mate or required of anything really- just deeply cared for. You wish men like Helion were more common, then there wouldn't be very few of your kind left. Helion had found you when you were young, hiding in the cellar of an old village house. No parents around. Blood everywhere. The stench of fear. He had taken you in, raising you and giving you a better childhood. When you turned 20, you had the dream of studying in the Night Court, shrouded in mystery, stars, astrology , hot men, everything you could dream of. You were never vocal about this dream, often observing the highlord of the night court when he came to catch up with Helion.

No, it wasn’t until you were sick, spying on them in the garden having tea, that you tripped.

Before the ground could smack you in the face, sturdy arms and a pair of leathery wings wrapped around you, breaking the fall. Violet, stunning eyes stared at you, amazed. As if you had solved world hunger. The smell of rainfall surrounded you both, comforting your inner omega. The trance broke as Helion appeared, dramatically screeching about his poor baby. You jerked away, embarrassed. “I-I’m so sorry highlord..”

“Rhys. Just Rhys is fine, darling. You’re the one who has been spying every time I come to see Helion, hm?” He spoke, letting you move away from his hold. You turned neon red, looking down unsure what to say. Helion laughed. ”oh, This is y/n, shes been curious of the night court for awhile now. She wants to study there. But my poor sick baby shouldn’t be out and about right now! She was diagnosed with the flu. Poor thing hasn't been doing well.” Helion exclaimed, patting your head. He wasn't helping your embarrassment.

The night highlord tilted his head, his brows crinkling in worry. “Get better.” He demanded. As if you could control it..

“Get better, then I’ll take you to the night court where you can stay and do whatever you want there.” He purred mischievously, winking.

Your remembrance of how you and Rhys met made you flush. Things were different now. You were in his inner circle now, his pack. He was your pack alpha. You got into the top college here, excited- but now all you felt was burned out and stress. The anxiety tea Madja gave you wasn’t helping anymore. There were so many people here. Being one of the last omegas didn’t help. Everyone stared. All these faces, all the voices- your clothes weren’t fitting right, your hair wasn’t working with you, you forgot your water bottle, you couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn’t focus. You couldn’t handle this.

Your breaths came out more ragged, things were blurry. You felt like you were falling. The scent of a panicked omega caught attention quickly. More people were looking- you could feel Rhy’s claws scraping your mind, trying to reach you. More voices around you, people in front of you. Oh gods. This is humiliating. Someone reached for you but before they could, a loud, ground shaking, growl sounded. You distinctly remember someone screaming before being shrouded in darkness. But the panic wouldn't stop, your body practically vibrating in stress. Then claws grasped your mind, clutching it tight, holding it. Holding you. You opened your eyes to find your alpha. He let out a deep rumbling sound that comforted you. His wings tightened around you, keeping you safe. The world was quiet now. He grasped your head, laying it on his chest and running his claws through your hair. It smelt like rainfall now. His pheremones were out, trying to sooth you instinctevly. You sniffled, hands holding his shirt. You could tell you were in his room.

“Rhys..I’m sorr-”

He let out a commanding growl. “Do not apologize. You’re allowed to break down. It's normal. But darling omega I need you to tell me when you aren’t feeling good. You haven’t talked to me all day. I don't like living in constant worry about you. Neither does our pack. Your the omega- our treasured, precious thing. It's dangerous enough for you to be out alone. But I’ve made my court the safest place I can for you. But when you ignore me, and won’t let check in on you, everyone worries. Azriel is gonna start going along with you to college, and if you don’t want him near he’ll leave shadows with you so we at least have eyes on you..”

Rhys failed to mention he already had over 10 people in each of your classes who were solely there to ensure your safety and to update him on you. He also didn’t mention Azriel had 5 of his best spies constantly following you when you left Rhysand’s side. He didn’t want to scare you. But if something had happened to you- their pack would crumble. Everyone depended on you. Your joy- your laugh, your scent- brought peace to them. Kept them going. You were their sun and moon. Their angel. Their oxygen even. Rhysand pressed his face to your neck, nuzzling. His scent had faded off of you in the time since last night. He had gotten you comfortable enough to start sleeping in his room. It benefitted you, letting him hold you and keep the nightmares away. But it benefitted him too. He could scent you, and keep you close to him. Some nights he couldn’t help but think it wasn’t enough. He needed to be as close as possible. In your head, in your skin- inside of you. He needed you and him to be one. These dark thoughts kept him awake, staring at your bare neck. No mating bite yet. Sometimes his inner alpha urged him to bite you. To take what was his. To make you his mate. Not yet. Not until you were ready for him. He thought.

You calmed in Rhysand’s grasp. You nodded. “I.. I just don’t like being open. I feel like a burden.” You explained. He hummed. “Baby, you’re not a burden. I want all of you. We all do. We want your fun moments, your happiness, your sadness, your depressions, your struggles. Everything.” His words comforted you, and you nodded. You could deal with his protectiveness. After all, history records most alphas kept omegas locked in houses for fear of there safety. Rhysand let you free- he let you go out alone. He was respective, and kind.

“Did someone scream in the class before you grabbed me?” You asked, the memory of the sound coming back.

“I don’t think so, darling. I teleported in and grabbed you and then teleported back here.” He purred, running a hand up and down your back. He stood from his bed, holding you effortlessly. You squeaked at the sudden movement, looking around as he carried you to the bathroom. With a flick of the wrist, the bath started filling with water. Rhys set you down on the counter. “Lift your arms.” He cooed, grabbing your shirt and removing it. You were a little shy but nakedness was normal between a pack. At least according to your alpha. It wouldn't be the first time he has seen you naked. Back when you were with Helion he had stayed, his alpha instinct refusing to let him leave a sick omega’s side. He had assisted in helping you get better, and when your fever had gotten out of control he stripped you and held you in an ice bath. Sure- once you got better you were embarrassed. Rhysand finished undressing you before sitting you in the bath. For the rest of the bath he washed your hair, and washed your body. He let you clean yourself down there though, not wanting to scare you off. Then he sat down beside the bathtub, letting you vent about your day as he massaged your shoulders. Azriel knocked later on, causing Rhysand to puff up like a big bird and growl. His wings spread. His alpha was still on edge because of your stress. You giggled at him, making him turn and smile.

“Come in.” He relented. Azriel came in, a soft look on his face. Your body was covered by the water and bubbles so you weren’t embarrassed. He approached and bent down, kissing your forehead gently. “Are you feeling better?” He whispered. Azriel was always so gentle with you. You blushed, and nodded. He smiled warmly. “Good.” He turned to Rhysand, “The issue was cleaned up, and everything is take care of.” He said, a somewhat dark look in his eyes. Rhys smirked, looking mischievous. He nodded, and azriel bowed to you before disappearing in the shadows. It had been an inside joke for a while for him to bow for you. You can’t quite remember when it started.

“What was that about?” You questioned. Rhysand chuckled, grabbing your face. “Nothing for your big brain to worry about dear.” He whispered before smooching your head too. You didn’t miss he was trying to cover Azriel’s scent either. Deciding not to pressure your mischievous alpha, you let it go. He wrapped you in a towel before snapping his fingers and old t shirt of his appeared on your body. Your highlord carried you back to his bed, where he laid down and brought you close in his lap. Your eyes closed, and it felt like there wasn’t a single bad thought in your head right now. Everything was peaceful. The world din”t matter anyone all that mattered was staying here. Where you belong. In his arms.

BONUS:

Cassian stared at azriel. “Where’d you go?”

“Our omega started having a panic attack during a lecture, and when Rhys got there, some alpha had been trying to grab her. He misted the guy. I had to clean it up and make sure word didn’t get to her..good thing everyone knows touching the highlord’s omega will get you killed, so nobody had a problem keeping it secret. If word gets to her though, i’ll fucking tear whoever told her to shreds.” Azriel growled, sitting down beside Cassian. Cassian sighed. “People still don’t learn.. I'm losing count on how many fools died because they did something to her. You think they'd get the idea.” He commented. Azriel nodded. Anyone who messed with you had to face the wrath of a thousand burning suns from your pack. Nobody fucked with what belonged to them.

A/N; Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and asks are open. <3

[azsazz]

What's Mine

Rhysand x Eris x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Hear me out: alphas are super possessive anyway, but imagine high lord/future high lord - way more protective right? Especially in a scenario where there’s other ‘big bad alphas’ around e.g. other high lords at a ball, or at the court of nightmares

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, smut, Rhys using his daemati powers, fireplay maybe.

Word Count: 6,337

Notes: IS ERRHYS MY NEW FAVORITE THING? This is prob the best smut I've written tbh i'm obsessed with these two.

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The ballroom is spinning as you make your way towards the nearest wall. You’re sweating, body hot as you retreat, and it’s not the faewine or the dancing that has you feeling this way, you know it.

You stumble on the sweeping tail of your dress, tugging at the high collar of it as you go because it’s suffocating you and you don’t know why.

People are giving you weird looks.

You slump against the wall, knees locking as you try to stay upright. You don’t know what’s happening, your mind swirling as the intoxicating scents of alphas, betas, and bonded omegas throughout the ballroom  sharpen, and your cunt throbs when you pick up the hint of the Night Court patrons within the mass of fae.

An unbonded omega will always be invited to a High Lord’s ball like this, especially one of Beron Vanserra’s parties, a feeding ground for worthy alphas to lay claim to their submissive species. 

You’d begged Rhysand to come. As another set of eyes, you’d offered to protect the omegas who were being forced into bonds they didn’t want. It was the only reason Rhysand attended these things, though you weren’t entirely sure why the unbonded alpha High Lord of your court never took one of the preening omegas home.

Probably because some of them were spies.

As a beta, you didn’t have to worry about ruts or heats, letting lust and the urge to be bred make your choices for you. You were free to fuck who you pleased and lived how you wanted, the unlucky female of Rhysand’s Inner Circle who never presented as either of the desirable genus’.

So you don’t have an inkling of understanding of what’s going on. Someone would have had to poison your drink if you’re feeling this way, which isn’t entirely off of the table of possibilities. Being a member of Rhysand’s Inner Circle meant that you were an asset to him and a threat to everyone else.

“Shit,” you groan, clenching your legs together. But why would it be a poison that’s making lust burn your senses into a fiery oblivion. Why do you feel the need to follow the strong scents within the room and jump onto the cock of the nearest delicious smelling one?

You’re trying to clear your mind, focus on one thought at a time but it’s draining. It takes more effort that you’d like, you’d always prided yourself for your quick mind and battle solutions. But the only battle happening right now is the war within your body, fighting for something to exude the swelling pressure between your thighs.

You blink harshly, once, twice, as someone approaches. Their height covers the bright faelights that have been stinging your eyes and making your swirling head pound, and their scent nearly brings you to your knees and have you whimpering like a pup.

Eris Vanserra, eldest alpha of his siblings, stands before you, curiosity gleaming in those caramelized eyes of his.

He leans forward, and you feel the sharp tips of his teeth as he drags them over your covered throat. The sound of him lapping up your scent makes the hair at the nape of your neck stand. You hunch lower, sweat beading at your brow as you desperately try to make eye contact with anyone else in the crowded ballroom, but Eris’ shoulders are too wide, blocking your view.

“Ah, little omega,” he drawls, the silken taunt of his voice is a low rumble, all alpha. Your thighs clench together as instinct tries to take over and your heart pounds in your chest. You shouldn’t be this much of a mess beneath his caramel gaze, pupils so wide you can nearly see into the depths of his soul. “You shouldn’t have come here all alone–”

His words catch up to you through the haze of your mind, cutting through the clouds like a lightning strike. Your brows pull tight into a furrow as your hands slap against his chest, trying to shove him off to take a gasp of air. The room is much too hot and your dress sticks to your skin in the most uncomfortable way.

“I’m not! I’m just a beta,” you plead to the lordling. He’s all but touching you right now, caging you in with his hands pressed firmly to the wall on either side of your head. Eris falters for a moment, but then his eyes narrow and he’s scenting your neck again to be sure. 

You’re overwhelmed by his proximity and the palms you’ve laid flat against his chest curl into fists, his finely pressed emerald shirt crumpling in your fingers as the heady scent of firewood and bourbon rushes your senses. It takes all of your self control not to pull his body into yours, not to let the cocky alpha heir slide his knee up against your dress-covered cunt so you can grind down on him like your body wants. Your arms shake with the effort to keep him at bay, both his and your own self control quickly dwindling. No. You need to find Rhys or Azriel or Cassian, someone from your own court who will know how to help you because this…this is not how betas are supposed to act.

“Don’t lie to me,” Eris hisses, pulling away slightly, just enough for you to catch the swirling black mass of darkness forming over his back. Your shoulders relax slightly, but Eris doesn’t take notice, too enthralled by the scent of your hormones spilling off of your body. “I know you want my knot, little omega, that you need it like the bitch in heat you are…”

Rhysand’s hand clamps down on the Autumn heir’s shoulder, sharp talons of onyx piercing the expensive shirt. The sharp twinge of blood has you drooling. If only it were up a few more inches, right on his throat and made by your teeth. The High Lord of darkness all but roars at the rivaling alpha. “Don’t fucking touch her.”

Eris doesn’t like being told what to do. He is an immovable force as Rhys squeezes with warning, pristine, red blood staining the dark fabric. Eris snarls and shoves off Rhys’ grip, lips curled in disgust from the way the Night Court swill has mottled his fine silks.

“I’ll touch whomever I please,” Eris spits, turning that heated gaze on you once more. His eyes are lit with not only the throes of lust, but anger as well. “Especially an unbound omega who wants my knot.”

Rhys falters at the lordling's words, smoldering violet gaze flicking to your pleading one. You see his lips part in response and the moment he catches a whiff of your new scent, pupils tightening to pins before blowing wide with darkness, shadows crawling up his skin.

“She’s mine,” Rhysand growls so low it makes the floor beneath you rumble. The sensation crawls up your legs and straight to your cunt. You clench your thighs together and keen softly, unable to control yourself.

You even almost bare your neck to him.

“She’s not,” Eris answers, flicking a dismissive hand in Rhys’ direction, attention fully on you.

“She will be,” Rhys fights, sidling up to your side. His arm brushes yours and you almost crumple in your spot, body screaming in response to the two hot-headed, unbonded alphas fighting to be the one to see you through your heat.

Eris seems more than pleased to taunt your High Lord. “And what if I were to claim her right now?” he drawls, stroking a flaming finger down your neck. You have to bite back the whimper threatening to slip from your mouth at his delicate touch. Damn your omega senses right now, you can’t be trusted with yourself because of how badly you need his knot. “I could just lean over and mark her right here…”

“Then I’ll kill you and fill this fucking court with so much darkness that you suffocate,” Rhys snarls, his tone predatory. It makes the alpha caging you in go stiff, muscles rippling in response to the threat. Let him go, and I will get you out of here, Rhys tacks on, slipping easily through your weakened mental shields.

I can’t, you cry in response. Your knuckles are white with the effort you’re using to hold onto Eris. If you let go, surely your knees will give out and you like the way that his body is up against yours, how his threatening words make your skin dance with pleasure. He’s protecting you.

You chance a peek up at the towering alpha and it's the biggest mistake you can make right now. His amber eyes are bright with fire, the ring around his pupil gleaming hot white. It makes you shrink lower in response, your body submitting to the male before you. Eris grins sharply.

“Are you threatening the future High Lord of Autumn?” he taunts. He doesn’t move, doesn’t even flick a glance to the brewing King of Night at your side. It infuriates Rhysand even more.

“No,” Rhysand responds easily, his fingers twitching to unwind yours from Eris’ shirt to take into his own. He wants you clinging to him like that, and by the Mother will he do absolutely anything necessary to take you home. “I’m threatening the fucking prick who’s trying to take what’s mine.”

Rhysand hadn’t ever told you, but you’d always caught his eye, since Cassian had introduced you to him centuries ago. But as a High Lord and an alpha, he hadn’t ever made a move, needing to find an omega to bear an heir. Old rules created before his own time. But now that you’re clearly an omega, and one in desperate need of an alpha's knot…the beast raging inside of him is moments from breaking free and claiming you for his own.

He will spill Eris’ blood in your honor. To prove to you that he is a male worthy of your time, deserving of the spot to knot you and see you through your first heat.

“And what does the little omega want?” Eris asks, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. Rhysand watches with dark eyes. You’re sure that you look a mess right now, damp with sweat, your legs shaking as they try to keep you on your feet. Your fists are still twisted in Eris’ shirt and you can’t seem to force yourself to let go. All you want to do is lie down and take his knot, let him fill you up and breed you until there’s a whole pack of firelings running around these halls.

But Rhys’ arm brushes against yours, his scent drifting your direction. It makes your eyes roll back into your head, the crisp scent of night and fresh cedar sharpening your senses. You want him too, want him wrapped around your body like the tattoos twisting up his arms, want to carry his darklings and see how he frets.

They are not safe thoughts but your body demands it of you. You hadn’t known that being an omega was so difficult, that you’d go into heat and would want all of the things you didn’t ever think you’d have some day.

You need to get out of here.

Eris tips your chin up and you don’t know when you’d buried your nose deep into the crook of his neck. The glistening skin of his throat shines and you know you’ve been licking over his scent glands but you’re too far gone to be embarrassed.

Through the haze, you make eye contact with Rhys, nervous that he’ll be furious with you for how you’re acting. His face is set in stone but you can read the rage in his eyes all too well, having seen it many times before. It isn’t directed at you. All he wants to do is rip the alpha away from you and take you home, back to the Night Court where the cool air will sate your senses and his cock will ease your pain.

“Both,” you gasp, choking on it as the thought floods your mind. “I want you both.”

“Fuck, darling,” Rhys curses. His hand finds your back, knuckles stroking down your spine in a motion you want to keep moving further south. “We can’t. We don’t have clearance to stay in Autumn longer than the night.”

You whimper loudly and their hands tighten on you, Eris’ falling from the wall to your hips to pull you closer. You nuzzle into him, the warmth delicious as the fabrics between the both of you brush the sensitive skin of your body as you writhe. His scent reminds you of cozy autumn nights spent before the fire with ciders in your hands and spices wafting through the air. He smells like comfort and protection.

“Take me back, then,” you pant, rutting against the autumnal heir as he slides a thigh between the slit of your dress to relieve some of the pain. You groan at the feeling. The friction is good but not nearly enough. Your hand finally melts away from Eris’ chest only to tug Rhysand closer behind you. The sharpness of night and forest reminds you of home. “Need you both.”

Caramel meets violet in a thunderstorm of anger, splintering apart when your panting turns uneven. You’re going to pass out if they can’t calm you down, and people are starting to whisper and stare at the sight of you pressed flush between both High Lords, making both of the alphas hackles rise.

“Like hell I’m letting her go,” Eris snarls, fingers brushing across your tight nipples as he slides them down your body. He wants to settle them on your hips but Rhysand is already there, trying to tug your hips to meet his straining cock in his trousers.

Eris bypasses Rhys’ grip on you in favor of slipping it between his leg and your sex, brushing against your clothed clit. He loves the way that your nails claw in response, nearly shredding the rest of his shirt, and he wants you to leave burning red marks across the planes of his pale back, wants to revel in the needy omega from Night.

He smirks at Rhysand as your head falls backwards onto his shoulder.

“Then give us permission to stay,” Rhys says darkly, hands sliding down your sides in wanton. His breath puffs against the sensitive skin of your neck and he takes the moment for a teasing lick that you want to turn into more, a claim on you, teeth deep in your flesh and drawing blood until you’re his, and then you want Eris to do so on the other side until you’re theirs and no one else can tell you any different.

The Autumn Court male would rather burn, but the tears in your eyes has him cussing and agreeing, “Fuck. Fine. You can stay until her heat is over. No longer.”

Rhysand’s eyes blaze at the terms, how the copper haired alpha hadn’t mentioned anything about you returning with him. His jaw clenches so hard you think you hear his teeth crack. “Agreed.”

The Night Court High Lord grunts as the pact is made, a deep purple burn branding his skin with an autumn rope of vine like cattle. Eris shudders with you in his hold as whispers of menacing nightmares slither across his skin like ice, wrapping around his wrist like a vice, locking the agreement into place.

As soon as the deal settles in his bones Eris winnows you away. Rhys growls in warning, his fingers are barely brushing against the Autumn Court heir at all, but the copper haired alpha smirks, not at all minding if Rhys gets lost along the way. 

Asshole.

Dickhead.

Rhys tenses as the room whispers into view, prepared for any trap the eldest Vanserra may have taken you to. He knows it’s no longer the Woodland House, the massive estate built for Beron in the clearing of orange and crimson leaved trees. This place…is quaint, warm sunset filtering through the soft curtained windows. It smells like fresh cotton but he can scent the underlying staleness in the air. 

Eris has never brought anyone here.

His gaze follows Rhysand like one of his shadowhounds, his grip on you tight like a vice. This is his home, and he will not be made to feel vulnerable nor ashamed of it when he’s the one who’s allowed the Night Court miscreant to stay.

“This is Briarhome,” he murmurs softly, the only reprieve he’s going to give the other alpha, who's still drinking in the room, “My home.”

Not the Woodland House. He never knots in the Woodland House. Not with his brothers and father so close, where everything can be – and is – used as a weapon. He hasn’t even brought an omega to this home, no, this is his sacred spot for him and his bonded omega…or future bonded omega.

And apparently Rhysand, for the night.

Maybe the High Lord has been wrong about him.

His bed looks like the perfect spot for nesting, filled with soft quilts and a mass of pillows that makes you want to climb into and never leave. Warmth fills your stomach and drips down your thighs at the thought of knotting the both of them in such a safe place. Your heart swells and Eris lifts you into his arms, the alpha all soft and gentle now that he’s in the privacy of his own home.

You whimper when he settles you and draws away, only to his knees to start undressing. The pain is overwhelming, and you’d feel bad for being the sweaty, needy mess that you are but it’s your new nature, and neither of them will let you feel bad about it.

Eris unbuttons his shirt, fingers moving deftly across the buttons as Rhysand circles the bed, searching for the best vantage point to grab at you. Your gaze moves to his violent purple ones, your breath catching in your throat at the predatory way he’s looking at you and Eris on the bed, nostrils flaring as your body reacts with a wave of arousal at his face.

You zero in on Eris as the silk shirt slips in rivulets down his pale skin, showing off an impressive set of muscles, adorned with freckles. Your hips buck and his smirk goes soft at the snivel you release, hands snaking down to relieve the ache between your thighs.

Rhys tuts from the side of the bed, slipping into your mind. It’s like walking through fog, with the amount of desire clouding your mind. He opens himself up, just for a moment, and is flooded with your intoxicating thoughts. The feeling floods straight to his cock and he groans, shutting himself out of your mind before his knot expands in his trousers.

He climbs onto the bed, fingertips dipped in night reaching for the high collar of your dress as Eris glides his hands up your exposed thighs, grabbing a fistful of the black fabric making up the bottom of your dress. You arch under their touch, moaning wildly and they haven’t even begun to touch you where you need.

Together, both alphas growling in response to your call, they tear the front of your dress open, collar to hemline, exposing your flushed, creamy skin. The air of the room laps at your overheating skin and you gasp as your nipples tighten.

Hands instantly find your body as yours fist into the sheets, Rhysand caressing your cheek as he turns your face to capture you in a blistering kiss while Eris tugs your panties down your legs in haste.

You jolt against Rhysand’s mouth as something flicks against your throbbing clit. The primal groan you hear in answer to your taste sends shivers up your spine, and Eris is diving in without warning, trying to bury himself in your cunt, sloppy tongue lapping at your slick, wetting his cheeks and marking himself with your flavor.

Rhysand’s teeth are sharp as they nip your lip, drawing your attention back to the Night Court alpha who’s demanding your time. He coaxes your fingers from the sheets and they immediately latch onto him, just as he wanted. His fingers trail across the tight skin of your breasts, dancing over your sensitive nipples as he licks into your mouth.

You don’t like the amount of clothes he has on. How the alpha is supposed to mount you with his body covered is impossible, and you tug at the collar of his shirt, showing your utter frustration through your actions because your mouth can’t form words.

Careful, omega, his voice reverberates in your skull and then he’s everywhere all at once. I’m the one in charge.

Are you sure? You pant against his open mouth, like he’s your will to breathe. And with the way that the alpha hands move, how he’s playing nice with the other High Lord right now, he might just be. Because Eris is the one–

I can be anywhere, be anything you want me to be, he purrs, power licking up your spine as you arch off of the bed. I can have you thinking that he is me, he continues darkly, and you know Eris is the one licking through your folds like a starved alpha, but when your head is forced up on Rhysand’s whim, it’s his face you see buried between your legs.

Off, you beg, pulling at his collar again. But perhaps your mind is so muddled with lust that he’s the one slurping at your cunt. Maybe it’s Eris who looms above you fully clothed…

A strangled cry spills from your mouth as the tongue licking at your clit burns. Your head clears and your gut coils at the sensation and it’s definitely Eris that’s down there, branding his mouth to your cunt.

Rhys slips out of his shirt but you hardly notice because you’re careening over the edge into a deliciously warm orgasm, gushing on Eris face as he holds your thighs open so he can continue flicking his tongue fervently. You drag his abandoned shirt to your nose, inhaling the roguish scent of him as you cum and Mother above if it doesn’t want to make the alpha fucking bond you right then.

But the orgasm hasn’t sated the heat that's burning through your body, the reprieve only lasts a moment before it hits you twice as hard.

You need one of their knots, and you don’t care which one gives it to you.

Rhysand steps around to the end of the bed, eyes pinned on the way Eris’ head is still buried deep in your snatch. He growls, getting a fistful of his copper locks and he rips the lordling away from your throbbing cunt. You let out a whimper so loud that it nearly makes him submit to you, but he cranes Eris’ neck backwards to admire the red of his swollen lips and your slick glistening across his cheeks.

You scramble to your elbows to see what’s happening and are entranced at the two alphas glaring at each other. Your heart and pussy throb in time with each other.

They must be having some sort of mental chat because Eris has a wicked gleam in his eye as he licks the remnants of your slick from his lips, making a show of it. Rhysand’s lip curls into a snarl and he jerks the Autumn alpha back, his neck straining at the unnatural angle as his unoccupied hand reaches for his belt, flicking the buckle open with ease.

Your hand snakes to your clit and you desperately need one of them but you’ll force your body to wait to be able to watch them like this. 

“Finish it,” Rhys growls down at the alpha on his knees so that you can hear. Eris doesn’t like it, wants to send his flames licking up the Night Court King’s arm, but the look in those violet eyes makes it known that his darkness will only smother him to smoke. He reluctantly starts moving when you whine and Rhys cranes his neck further when he tries to look at you, undoing his leathers and pulling them down the strong columns of his thighs.

The High Lords prick bobs, head pink and shining with precum, and Eris’ throat works to swallow. 

You think the male might take it into his mouth, and you know Rhysand would enjoy it too, because the fireling sure knows how to use that wicked mouth of his, but the alpha towering over him leans down, pompous and arrogant as ever, and kisses him.

It’s hot and heavy, the tension in the room thickening as the two alphas grapple for dominance. They’re all wide shoulders and primal growls, licking into each other's mouths like warriors meeting on the battlefield. Eris shoves his way to his feet without breaking the bruising kiss, and their bodies mold together in a striking image of chalk and bronze. 

Your gasping breaths tear them apart, fingers fisting and manhandling each other in brutal lust. You’re working yourself through a second orgasm, just the sight of them aiding your heat, the need for them almost unbearable. You’re a shaking, sweating mess, but beautiful nonetheless as they stare down at you writhing on the bed.

Eris is the first to slip away and Rhys curses, following the heir but he’s too late because Eris is consoling you with a gentle kiss as he presses his cock into your needy cunt with a groan. He presses all of the air from your lungs, stifling you in the best way. His body is warm, cock hot as he pistons his hips in and out and in again. 

His name is a prayer on your lips as he works, his hands everywhere, sending flickers of flames up your body every time he pulls out. He loves it, wants to hear you saying his name for the rest of forever, and he holds back a bark of ownership, body shaking with the effort it takes to keep himself from biting into the exposed skin of your neck.

Rhys climbs onto the bed again, watching with keen eyes how the lithe body of Eris Vanserra drags you to your edge. He’s muscled in all of the right places, ass flexing as he pumps into you, giving you everything your body so desperately craves. 

The High Lord can tell that the other alphas knot is forming, from the sounds that he makes and the look in his eyes, the barring of his teeth and the offering of his own throat as your nails leave pink scratches down his back as you cum on his cock, so close to having what you want.

But the heir freezes and you scream, tears leaking from your eyes as you’re overcome with blistering heat – no longer Eris’ doing – and the fact that his knot is no longer growing inside of you, trying to lock the both of you together.

Rhysand is a greedy bastard and even though he’s in the home of the Autumn heir, he will never be second.

Eris’ chest heaves against yours but he can’t move, couldn’t if he wanted to, and damn the Cauldron does he want to. Fear slithers through his veins like the darkness in his mind before his fiery anger tries to flush the High Lord of the Night Court from his mind. He can only blame himself, letting the brick walls in his head crumble for you, an offering to let you into his mind as part of the bonding.

Get the fuck out of my head, he spits at the other alpha, who’s smirking down at him with lethal intent. 

Are you sure you’re an alpha? Rhys teases, using his powers to tug the coiled male from your body. His limbs are locked, clutching to you like a vice as you squirm beneath him, chasing the knot that’s not expanding. You should be able to push me out.

Your words make no sense, coming out in high pitched noises and cries. Your body is burning, your bones hurt with the aching need for a knot, for their seed to spill into your womb like it's the only thing you need to live.

I’ll fucking kill you, Eris threatens as Rhys forces him away from you. He’s like a puppet, and he hates every second of his betraying limbs as he slides away. He’s frozen, on the edge of his knot growing and it will be painful the longer he holds it but Rhys is cradling you to his chest and playing every part of the hero he wishes he could be, soothing you and letting you clutch to him as he settles between your thighs.

He’s forced to watch the smirk Rhys tosses his way, paired with a wink that lets him know he won’t be moving unless he forces that alpha out, before the High Lord softens, turning to you and silencing your whimpers with a stroke of his tongue.

Rhys wastes no time, bucking into your slick cunt with ease. He shudders as you tighten around him, a whispered moan of his name crosses your lips like it’s your last breath and he can hardly take it, pistoning his hips faster for every sound that you make.

Your legs clamp around his waist and your hand falls away from the deep planes of his back, seeking out the other alpha who you can feel roiling on the other side of the bed. Your fingers find his hair, giving a light tug, showing him that you want him nearer, and it’s all Eris needs to break the chains of his mind with a growl so domineering it makes your cunt clamp and Rhysand’s knot form as he lies claim to your thrashing body.

“Yes, yes, please,” you gasp desperately, the feeling of his hot seed spurting into you, filling you up is everything. He’s so big, his cock expanding inside of you and trapping his cum there. Your mind spins with it and you let yourself go pliant when you’re sure that the alphas won’t kill each other over you.

Eris finds you, laying claim to your mouth as you slip into the blissful sensations of your omegaspace, feeling full and protected by the two alphas you’ve brought to bed. Later, you’ll need to knot again, and your heat will last for days on end, but with the both of them here you know you’ll be more than satiated.

The copper haired alpha murmurs into your ear but you’re too relaxed to make out his soft words but your hand tightens around his at the mention of him knotting you later. 

“I’m going to give you everything you need, fawn,” he brushes the damp hair from your forehead as Rhysand strokes your cheek. He may not have daemati powers like the alpha Night Lord, and he loathes that the smug male can hear his vulnerable admissions, but he needs you to hear them. “Just give it a little time.”

“You know,” Rhysand croons when you doze off. He gently rolls the both of you so you’re more comfortable, lying on his chest. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck while you sleep, reveling in the scent of the alpha that’s giving you everything you need. His fingers stroke down the length of your spine and he nearly preens when you melt against him. His gaze shifts to the Autumn royal. “I could make you stop again.”

Eris' eyes blaze and his teeth flash in warning but Rhysand stops his speech before he can argue.

In your head, asshole, the Night Court native warns and the other alpha glares.

Not all of us have fancy mind-speaking skills, his voice is rough with flames.

Another reason that she belongs in the Night Court with me.

Copper eyes slash to his and Rhys can see the fury rippling from the alpha beside him. Eris knows that he can’t react how he wants to, to rip Rhysand off of you and steal you away. He makes a show of taking a calming breath, but when he lets his eyes trail down your sleeping form does he truly relax.

I want her, he says.

Me too, Rhysand counters, his grip on your tightening as another wave of his cum releases into you. Only a single thought of you had triggered his ruts before, sealing himself away in the hidden cabin in the mountains because he wouldn’t be able to stop the beast inside of him if you had been nearby.

And you don’t know Eris, not truly anyway. You’d met him in passing, at meetings where he’d done nothing but snark by his father’s side, but you’d always known that there was more to them in that burnt caramel gaze.

She wants the both of us, Rhysand continues, but Eris’ temper is still hot.

Me too, he blurts, and the entire room plunges into stillness. 

Rhysand’s body goes stiff at the admission but you let out a pleased sigh like you’re agreeing with Eris. You want the both of them, and his accidental admission says he’s willing to share you, to share himself with the both of you, if Rhysand should want it.

Violet eyes rake across heated cheeks and red lips that part in nervousness, Eris’ tongue flicking out to wet them. He’s devastatingly handsome like most High Fae, but there’s an aura to him that makes something in the Night Court alphas gut churn.

But when he tries to catch the other alphas' gaze Eris won’t look his way. He’s busying himself by playing with your hair, fluffing the mass amounts of pillows on his bed, and gathering drinks and snacks from a nearby closet stocked specifically for this. You’ll need to keep your energy up and both alphas will have to coax you to eat, even though all you’ll want for the next few days is to fuck.

Eris, Rhysand calls and the lordling stops. He takes the moment to stare, eyes dragging down his pale skin from where his copper hair curls at the nape of his neck to his tapered waist and down. He knows that he’s hung, even if he couldn’t see the head of his cock between his legs from the way he’s standing stock still across the room, he’s seen it as it plunged into your body at a pace that made his cock bob. 

Slowly, the Autumn alpha looks over his shoulder, heart pounding like a drum in his chest. Rhysand waves him closer, he’s already too far away from the both of you, if the whimper that Rhysand wants to mimic slips from your slips. 

She’ll need you soon, Rhys says. He can feel the way that your body is already heating up, how his knot has started to deflate. We’ll need you soon.

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You wake to soft voices and even softer kisses. You’re sweating, body hot as you’re pinned between two muscular bodies, the alphas you’d begged to knot you.

Craning your head upwards you catch the sight of Rhysand and Eris, lips locked in a much sweeter kiss than the one they’d shared earlier. 

They look glorious, tongues lapping lazily as limbs brush across each other and yours in between. You don’t know what’s happened while you were asleep but it’s nice that they’re finally getting along.

You watch for as long as your body will allow. You know that they both know that you’re awake, but you’re not sure if their kissing is a reaction to your pheromones driving their alpha senses while they waited for you to wake or their own doing, but Mother is it a sight to see.

Eris’ hand strokes up Rhys’ cock softly, twisting firmer as he reaches the head and runs a thumb over his slit. The High Lord’s breath shatters, body vibrating beneath the fiery grip of the Autumn male. 

You moan softly, hands slipping down your body to relieve yourself but Rhys’ hand is catching yours and dragging it to his cock with Eris’. 

“Both of you,” he pants, voice raspy with need. Your cunt gushes at the vulnerability in his voice, the soft way he’s commanding your motions. “Eris will take care of you, darling.”

“Yes, fawn,” the lordling breathes, rolling so he’s flush to your back. You’re manhandled onto your side and receive no warning as Eris shoves into you with a keen of his own, filling you to the brim with his throbbing cock.

Neither of you has to worry about being stopped by the High Lord of Night.

He aides your sex, slipping into the both of your minds and sharing images of the both of you together, feelings of each other and how your hands feel around his weeping cock, how tight and hot you are clenching around Eris’ cock, sharing how full you feel with him so far deep inside of you.

None of you last very long.

You cry out at an image created of Rhysands imagination; you pressed between the two of them as they both drive into you, sharing you like you never knew you needed. You bare your throat to both of them, begging the alphas to bite into the flesh of your neck, to mate and bond and love you forever.

And they do, sharing a look with each other that says they’ll figure out all of the details later, but for now, and the next few days, they have you, and they have each other. They solidify the bond in the soft bed of Briarhome, and let you mark their necks the same way in the throes of your heat, the Mother allowing your souls to forge together like the deadliest weapon.

And with both High Lords by your side, you know you will be.

[potatoplace]

Labyrinth: Claws

C2 | C3: Claws | C4

Alpha!Feysand x Omega!Reader - A Backrooms AU

series masterlist | Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | AO3 link

Summary: You attempt an escape that doesn't go quite to plan.

Warnings: moderately serious injury, horror elements, omegaverse, dub-con bathing + wound care (lemme know if I missed something)

Words: ~3.8k

Author's Note: I hope you guys like this one!! I had so much fun writing it, I've really been loving working on this series. Lemme know what you think! Can you guess what's happening towards the end of the chapter? 🤭

18+ only pls

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Being nestled between two people was not how you’d expected to wake up, but then again, life the past few days had been anything but expected.

You managed to slowly wiggle your way out from between them - Rhys and Feyre, your mind supplied - without waking them, careful not to rub your palms on the furs below you. Once you were free of them, you stood and assessed your body.

Your feet were still sore, but not nearly as bad as the last time you’d been standing, and paired with the soft leather socks, you were certain that you could make it a good distance away from here before they started to ache terribly. The pain in your knees was nearly gone now, and when you gave them a quick glance, the skin was mostly healed already - a far cry from how they’d looked the last time you set eyes on them. The scrapes on your hands were only patches of pink, raw skin now, stiff but able to grab the doorknob that would lead you to freedom.

As you carefully opened the one door in the room, you risked a look back at the sleeping couple, the empty space between them sending a pang of… something to your heart. You turned away from them and to the room that lay before you, shutting the door behind you as quietly as you could. The same yellow walls greeted you, though this room had five doors, six if you included the one that you had passed through.

It was furnished well, with couches covered in furs and a low table between them in front of you, as well as a large wooden dining table with matching chairs and a nicely sized kitchen towards your right. Four of the doors in front of you were slightly cracked, with only one being closed completely.

Surely they would be more likely to close the door that leads to the rest of this place, right? You thought to yourself as you snuck towards the closed door, over to your left. The door swung openly silently, and you shut it slowly before looking into the hallways before you.

There were three paths that you could take. Three identical, endless hallways.

Seeing as you had no idea which direction they’d brought you from, you also had no idea which direction might lead out of here. A sigh left your lips, and you began walking to your right.

The hallways were the same as they had been before you’d been abducted, yellow walls with concrete floors, though as you went further from the relative safety you’d been in, more decay began showing in your surroundings. The concrete grew rougher, and cracks appeared in the wallpaper, whose color you knew would make you sick for the rest of your life, if you ever escaped from here.

With the state of the floors, you were grateful for the soft socks on your feet, though you did feel the tiniest bit bad for taking them with you, likely for them to be ruined by your journey. Your soft fur dress was a welcome comfort as well, its hem falling to your knees and sleeves reaching halfway down your forearms, keeping you much warmer from the chill of the hallways than your skimpy party dress had.

You were sad that you hadn’t looked for your heels, or something else that you would be able to use as a weapon if the situation called for it, but you’d had a feeling that taking any extra time in the couple’s den would have lead to you getting caught by them.

As it was, you carried on at a steady pace, though you knew you were still weakened from your previous days of having no food or water.

Water.

Oh, you would miss having water. But being free? That was far more important.

You took whatever turns you could in an effort to not be found by Feyre or Rhys, though you had a strange feeling on the back of your neck already, like you were being watched. Resisting the urge to look behind you, you trudged onwards, nose wrinkling when your stomach growled loudly.

Maybe you would stumble across something to eat soon, some berries that wouldn’t turn to ash the moment you touched them.

The hallways stretched on endlessly in all directions, each one so similar to the last that you thought you may be going in circles, if not for your newest discovery.

In front of you was a courtyard - well, below you was a courtyard, a large grassy area in the shape of a square, with a concrete pathway running through it diagonally. While the sight may have comforted you if you were able to run your fingers through the soft greenery, it had the opposite effect from where you were standing.

Ten stories above it.

All hope you had of finding your way out of here vanished with the sight, cold dread slithering down your spine. There was no way that you had merely tripped and fallen through a door in a drunken haze, even if you had disregarded the life you’d encountered in your time here.

But that left the question: Where were you?

You pulled your arms in around your waist in an effort to comfort yourself, with little effect. A few calming breaths later, you started on your way again, though at this point, you weren’t sure what the point was.

Maybe… Maybe if you tripped into here, you could trip out again?

But that would require you falling, and if you were going to get any more distance between you and the mysterious couple, you couldn’t afford to get hurt again.

You tossed your head back and let out a long sigh, resolving to try your theory once you felt you had walked far enough. But for now, you would keep walking at a steady pace and take whichever turns looked most promising.

Yellow hallway after yellow hallway, and with each one you passed through you felt the sensation on the back of your neck grow, a shiver running down your spine.

You’d been walking for at least an hour now, maybe two, and the feeling had grown to a gnawing in the back of your head, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer, especially not when you heard a scratching noise somewhere behind you, your head turning to look over your shoulder.

And then you broke into a run, a scream leaving your lips after your brain processed that behind you was another Attor, its mouth opening to let out a metallic roar that had your ears ringing.

No thoughts were in your head as you took the next corner, your feet screaming as the rough concrete poked through the leather on them. All you needed was to be safe, that’s all.

You risked a glance back at the decaying monster, your head getting light when you saw that the Attor had gotten closer, its bone white claws gleaming under the fluorescent lighting.

Ahead of you was a large room, yellow pillars placed randomly throughout it, with a hallway branching off from each wall. There was the slightest possibility that you could outrun the monster, or find a pillar to hide behind until it left.

But just as you passed the first pillar, the Attor had pinned you to it, deathly claws sinking into both sides of your waist. You let out a scream, white-hot heat spreading through your torso where your skin was pierced, your body twitching involuntarily and causing pain to lance through your sides.

The creature let out another roar, and your head was spinning as it leaned in. “Oh, she will be very pleased with me,” it cackled, its rancid breath washing over you. “She hasn’t had an omega in years.”

You didn’t have any space in your head left to think about what the Attor meant, not with the pain overtaking your every thought, the sight of the razor-sharp fangs in the beast’s mouth, so close to your vulnerable everything.

But suddenly its claws were tearing through you from left to right, leaving you altogether a moment later, and you sunk to the ground, clutching your sides as you moaned in pain.

A black mass shot past you and into the Attor, and as you turned your head to your right, you saw Rhys, flying towards you with his massive wings and black smoke gathered around him. The sight would have terrified you, if not for the way your sides and stomach were aching, hot blood seeping out of your wounds and soaking your torn dress. He flew past you in an instant, slamming into the Attor, who howled in pain in its metallic voice.

Your vision started to spin as you leaned back against the column behind you, heavy breaths leaving you as your eyelids grew heavy.

Cool hands met your cheeks, and when you opened your eyes, you were met with worried blue-grey ones. She took in a sharp breath when her eyes drifted down, landing on the torn sides of your dress, the blood seeping down you.

“I’ll have you patched up in no time, love, just stay still,” Feyre soothed, her hands lowering to your sides and gripping your waist and stomach gently, staying even when you hissed in pain. A soft glow came from her hands, and you felt a hot, itching sensation where your skin was torn. “There we go, that’ll keep you from bleeding much more until we’re back.” Feyre pushed herself up, then leaned down to scoop you into her arms with ease.

She began walking not a moment later, leading you away from the horrific noises the Attor was making as Rhys tore it apart, his dark laughter drifting after you through the hallways.

Once they were out of sight, you sniffled as the terror of your situation sunk in, how you had nearly died, and would have if not for Rhys and Feyre finding you. Without thinking, you buried your face in Feyre’s neck, taking in deep breaths of lilac and pear, the smell settling the fear in you to a quiet buzz in the back of your mind.

“I’ll save the lecture for when we’re safe, omega, just close your eyes, okay?”

You whimpered in her hold, but did as she asked without question. It was… More pleasant than you’d expected, being carried in her arms and pretending this was normal.

It took a tiny fraction of the time for Feyre to carry you back to their den that it had taken you to walk the distance, making you question just what the hell are these people?

She swung a door open and took you inside, revealing the large room that you had exited from earlier, two men, winged like Rhys, sitting on one of the couches.

Their eyes snapped to the two of you, grins spreading across their lips. “Find the stray omega, hm?” One of them asked in a playful tone, to which Feyre merely growled in response, setting you on edge as she quickly brought you into the room she and Rhys shared.

Feyre set you on your feet gingerly, her hands steadying you by the shoulders when you swayed for a moment. You heard a whistle, and saw the two men standing in the doorway, staring at you in your ripped up dress. Feyre growled once more before slamming the door shut in their faces, turning to you with fire in her eyes.

It cooled in a instant, when she saw the fear in your eyes as you shivered in the cool air, soaked in your own blood.

“Oh, darling, let’s get you into the bath,” Feyre cooed, taking charge and stripping the dress off of you and tossing it into the bucket next to the bathtub. You held your hands to your chest in an attempt to preserve your modesty, whatever amount of it you still had left at this point. Rushing water sounded behind you, and when you turned, the tub was completely filled with steaming hot water.

How, you had no clue.

Feyre attempted to nudge you into the bath, and after you refused to budge she simply sighed and lifted you by your underarms over the lip of the tub and into the water, your feet stinging painfully when they broke the surface.

You whimpered as she gently pushed you down into the water, the stinging even worse on your still somewhat open cuts along your abdomen. “I know, ‘mega, but they need to be cleaned before I do anything else to them,” Feyre murmured as she grabbed a cloth and a small bar of soap. She scrunched her eyebrows together when you tried to move out of her reach, holding your hands out to take the items from her. “Just stay still, I will be bathing you today, Y/N.”

“Why?” You whispered as she gently worked the cloth over the streaks of blood that were stubbornly clinging to your skin, the water turning a light pink as she did so.

“Because you’re my omega, and you got hurt,” Feyre admitted. “I just need to take care of you now, so stop fighting me,” she commanded you gently, your movements stilling.

You let her finish washing you, cheeks flaming when she cleaned your breasts and lower half, though she did keep her touch light. Not that that changed much.

Rhys burst through the door as Feyre was drying off with a soft fur, your hands coming to clutch at it and hide your body from him. He let out a sigh when he saw you, his shoulders and wings relaxing as he turned to shut the door behind him.

You, however, tensed up at how he looked now - his leather clothing, skin, and wings coated in a thick grey substance, one that you had a feeling belonged to the Attor that he had been destroying while Feyre carried you away.

“I’m glad to see that you’re mostly fine now, darling, but if you pull a stunt like that again?” Rhys asked, deadly serious as he stood in front of you. “You will not like the consequences. Am I understood, omega?” It was impossible to keep from nodding your head under the weight of his stare, but the smile he gave you after had the pressure lifting from your chest a moment later. “Good, now let Feyre take care of your wounds while I get this gunk off of me.”

Feyre dressed you in a thin set of knit fur underwear, then guided you down onto the mound of furs you had slept on earlier. She grabbed the wooden jar they had gotten the salve from last night, her face disapproving when she turned back to see your legs pulled to your chest, preventing her from looking at your wounds.

The two of you struggled quietly while Rhys bathed, with Feyre managing to get salve on your re-injured feet, and a new pair of thin leather socks slipped over them.

Water splashing drew your eyes to the bathtub, giving you a good look at Rhys’s naked form. Your cheeks flushed bright red as you looked away from him and back to Feyre, who had a knowing smile on her face as she watched you.

“Rhys, would you help me with her? She’s being very stubborn,” Feyre chirped happily, grinning when Rhys came over, picked you up, and sat down where you had been, settling you onto his lap.

His naked lap.

You fought the urge to wiggle in his hold, knowing that you did not want any consequences from… that.

Rhys chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath you as he wrapped his arms around your chest, just above the cuts across your abdomen. “Go ahead, darling, I have a feeling she’ll stay still enough for you now.”

Feyre shared a smile with him as she set to work, her hands applying the cool salve to your broken skin gently.

Rhys kept himself occupied with your neck, his mouth switching between placing soft kisses along its expanse and hovering over the skin, just to take in deep lungfuls of your scent. Halfway through Feyre’s work a rumble came from Rhys’s chest, the vibrations making your body go pleasantly limp in his hold.

By the time Feyre stopped you were feeling sleepy and safe, which was weird considering the situation, but you weren’t about to turn away comfort at this point. You must have closed your eyes, because next thing you knew, Rhys was helping Feyre shimmy a different dress down your torso, loose enough to sleep comfortably in.

But then Rhys had you tucked against his chest against, one arm looped around your abdomen, his free hand idly stroking a pattern over your thigh.

“Open your mouth, love,” Rhys coaxed you, and your lips wrapped around the cool edge of a mug, water trickling down your throat. You opened your eyes to see Feyre holding said mug to your mouth, a gentle smile on her lips and her eyes softened.

“So good for us, Y/N,” Feyre cooed as she took the mug away once you’d emptied it, setting it next to the dish of food that she had, apparently, gone to grab. “Will you eat a bit before you sleep again, love? Since you lost so much blood, it would be the best choice.”

Between your rumbling stomach and her hopefully look, you were more than willing to let them feed you once more, especially if it meant you could get some sleep afterwards.

She slowly fed you a bowl of soup, though how they had meat here, you weren’t sure. But it tasted normal enough, and between it and another mug of water, you were absolutely stuffed by the time Feyre took the dishes over to the small kitchen on the far side of the room, while Rhys took the opportunity to slide down into a laying position, slowly rolling to place you on your side without hurting your wounds.

Feyre rejoined you a few moments later, now bare of her previous clothing as she laid down facing you, and both her and Rhys began pulling furs over the three of you, trapping in a wonderful amount of body heat. Paired with one of Rhys’s wings blocking out the light again, you were lucky to be awake for more than a minute, a wide yawn parting your lips as you settled in fully.

“Good omega, that’s it,” Rhys murmured in your ear as your breathing began to even out, one of his arms reaching over you to pull Feyre closer to both of you.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to care that you were nestled between two naked mostly-strangers, not right now, when their lovely scents were mingling around you, their combined warmth cocooning you so wonderfully.

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When you woke, it was to an empty bed.

Which normally wouldn’t be a cause for concern.

But here? With what you’d gone through so recently? Being alone was hardly a good thing for you.

And it didn’t help that you were feeling restless, like something was wrong. So… It couldn’t hurt to check the other room, just to make sure that someone is still around?

You did just that, shimmying out from under the pile of furs that were covering you, leaving them behind even as you shivered in the cool air, mind set on finding someone.

The door opened silently, and you were met with the sight of Rhys sitting on a couch, shirtless but with a large, plush looking fur draped over his lap. Across from him on the other couch were the two other winged men you had seen before falling asleep, but you paid them no mind.

No, your body guided you to what you were needing, your feet taking you directly to where Rhys was sitting.

He looked at you, mouth parting as if to scold you, before you threw yourself onto his lap, your legs bending so that you were straddling him, your arms wrapped tightly around his back. In the next moment you had buried your face in his neck, breathing in the heavenly citrus and sea scent rolling off of him.

Your abdomen ached mildly as you pressed yourself against him, but that was nothing compared to the ache you felt when his arms didn’t immediately wrap around you, though you knew that was an insane thought.

You whined into the skin of his neck, huffing satisfactorily when he pulled you into him more tightly, his own face burying in your neck.

He pulled away quickly, though, causing tears to build in your eyes. Rhys gave you a sympathetic look before he lifted you up slightly to pull the fur from beneath you, letting it drape over you as his arm guided you back into his chest.

That was nicer.

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you were mostly comfortable as you went back to your previous position, enjoying the soft kisses Rhys was giving your neck as he talked with the other two, their words slipping in one ear and out the other.

The only thing that might make this better…

You yawned widely against Rhys’s neck. You weren’t sure what would make this better, but you would know it when you saw it.

So when you turned your head at the sound of a door shutting to see Feyre, you let out a loud whine from your spot in Rhys’s arms, drawing her attention instantly.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of you in his arms, and she made her way over to you quickly. “Awe, is our little omega sweetening up?” She cooed as she slid under the fur and right up to your and Rhys’s sides, one gentle hand coming to cup your cheek. “You just needed a bath and a warm meal, hm?” She asked playfully before leaning in to press her lips to your cheek.

You were, surprisingly, breathless when she pulled away, your heartbeat quickening as you tried to scoot closer to her without losing any contact with Rhys. When you couldn’t, a soft cry left your lips, to which Feyre and Rhys both shushed you quietly. Feyre managed to position herself so her head was near yours, and one arm was halfway over you - as close as she could get how you were laying, and right now you were unwilling to move any further than moving your left arm from wrapping around Rhys to wrapping around Feyre.

You heard one of the other men say something, but it didn’t register as you let yourself relax into the two of them, especially once Rhys made his chest rumble again, soothing you straight to sleep again.

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HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IK UR writING OTHER STUFF RN SO EEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS BUTTTTTTTTTT LIIKE I WANTED TO SHARE MY BRAINROT (idk if u do a/b/o so here's the warning my idea is weird and smutty and dark and if you don't like that or are uncomfortable please don't feel pressured to read further! I completely understand)

i cant get out the idea of being in an a/b/o universe where your rhysand's omega (but like in a pack way and you guys haven't done anything yet) and yk alphas are all about dominance and stuff so imagine one day you accidentally do something in front of cass and az and him like not obeying him to come to him when he asks and he just decides right then and there he needs to make u submit to him which leads to Rhys fucking u into submission Infront of azz and cass but like in a sweet 'i need u to obey me darling" way

anyways ur a great writer and I love ur werewolf works! hope my idea make u stay up at night thinking about it <333

I love getting fic requests! Sometimes I get too hyper focused on finishing a project that I forget to have fun with it and requests help get me out of my head, so send as many as you like! <3 (And yes this one literally kept me up last night thinking about it lmao)

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Claimed

Warnings: Possessive!Rhys, Dominate!Rhys, SMUT, Voyeurism, A/B/O dynamics.

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A blaring base rattles the windows, the cabin shaking under the heavy thrum of music from one of Azriel's club playlists. The sensual beat has the pack pushing the worn furniture in the living room up against the walls to make room for an impromptu dance floor. There's more than one pack here tonight, all cramming into the den for a monthly party that has an endless stream of booze and mirthroot that would put RIta's to shame. The pack likes to party and they don't like to do it alone.

Rhysand has rules in place of course. One: Visiting Alphas have to stay ten feet apart from each other, any hint of a fight equals immediate expulsion from this party and any other future event; usually this keeps the visiting packs in line--there are few places in Illyria that come with this much free booze and a chance for social climbing, they won't risk a misstep. Two: The upstairs bedrooms are off limits for everyone outside the pack; no one else's scent enters his domain. For it is his, and his alone. Don't let the fact that Azriel and Cassian are a rare pair of Alphas allowed to run with the pack fool you, the pack answers to Rhys and Rhys alone. And Third, and most important: Omegas are off limits.

You think he made this one specifically for you, and not just because Azriel had seemed surprised when it had been implemented, but because Rhys always made sure you were close by. You want a drink? Rhys grabs it from the fridge for you, making sure he's the only one that pops the lid off the bottle before it touches your hands. Want to dance? You have three acceptable partners: Amren, Mor, or Rhys. Cassian had asked you once, Rhys had nearly ripped out his throat in response. The poor Alpha had slept outside for a week afterwards.

Which would be an acceptable response if Rhys was your Alpha. If his claiming mark adorned your throat and you'd moved all your stuff into his room, getting your nest ready for your next heat. But he isn't. Yes, he'd found you in the Hewn City, about to be auctioned off like a breeding mare and saved you; had brought you into the pack and made you feel safe and welcome and cared for. All things you were a stranger to, especially without a price. He never asked anything of you. When that first heat had hit you he'd offered you some of his shirts to nest in and brought food and water to your door, but he'd never come in. Never touched you like you wished he would. He was the pack's Alpha, but he'd never claimed you as his Omega.

You've tried to make your peace with it, tried to tell yourself that he just doesn't want you like that, but then he comes up with these rules and gets defensive when anyone gets too close to you. It's infuriating! He can't have it both ways. Either he wants you as a pack mate, or he wants you as his mate. He can't have both.

You cannot take him trying to have both any longer! His scent drives you mad, makes the wolf within you whimper and preen, yearning to be touched and claimed and taken the way you sometimes think he wants to. Sometimes he looks at you like he plans to devour you whole and you'd happily lie down and bare your throat and body to him if only he would make a move.

You've decided tonight's the night. Your heat will be here soon enough. If he's not going to make a claim on you than he needs to let you find someone who will.

You know of course that it won't be Azriel or Cassian. They'd never dare make a move on you with Rhys as protective of you as he is. That doesn't mean you won't have a little fun with it.

You wait, let the night draw out, spending the first part tucked into Rhys's side like a good little Omega. He brings you cold beer whenever you ask, makes sure your part of every conversation he gets pulled into. Then you slip away to dance with Mor, the heavy thrum of the base a pulse that echoes in your veins as you sway and dance along with her. The Beta keeps her hands on your hips, always keeping a respectful gap between your bodies like she too is scared of what Rhys might do to her if she gets any closer. You feel his eyes on you like a brand the entire time.

You wait as long as possible to catch his eye, and feel yourself flush as that violet gaze drags over every inch of your body when you do. He takes his full lip between his teeth as he watches your hips sway to the beat. But he doesn't move away from the wall to come get you, just watches with laser focus to every movement your body makes.

You let him watch for awhile, intentionally shaking your ass when Mor spins you, or making sure you run your hands slowly over your chest when you know he's looking.

Still, he doesn't move to come get you.

So you move into the next phase of your plan. You're poking the beast by doing this. But you walk right up to where Azriel leans against the far wall, chatting animatedly with Cassian about some fight or another with as much confidence as you can muster.

"Need a new dance partner!" You declare.

Azriel shoots Cassian a look, dark brows raised underneath the thick curtain of onyx hair that falls into his face.

"You know the rules," Cassian says, waving a bottle in your face like a disapproving finger. "Go find Amren or Rhys."

You stick out your lower lip. "But I want to dance with you."

"How unfortunate, 'cause you're being summoned," Azriel retorts, gesturing with his chin to where Rhys stands in the kitchen, arms folded over his broad chest.

You can feel the disapproving glare from there, the heat in it making a shiver run down your spine. Rationally, you know that you should give up while you're ahead, but you need a decision to be made. You need to know if he wants you as badly as you want him.

You force yourself not to turn to look at him, your hands shaking as you say, "I don't see why he's being so intense about this. What's the harm? We're friends, aren't we?"

Azriel snorts in disbelief.

"Yes, we are friends," Cassian says tersely.

"Don't tell me you want something more than that, Cass?" You tease, batting your eyelashes at him with more confidence than you feel.

The Alpha's cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

"You're his," Azriel says gruffly, leaving no room for an argument.

You push your hair off your shoulder, fingers brushing over your unmarked throat. "I don't see a claim anywhere, do you?"

"Now you've done it," Cassian mutters, pressing himself flat against the wall like the old wood might open up and swallow him.

You've lost sight of Rhys in your peripherals, so when his hand suddenly locks around your exposed throat and yanks, you're woefully unprepared. His body is hard and warm against your back as he pulls you flush against his chest, breath hot as he brings his lips to your ear.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" He growls.

You shiver under the dominance in his tone, under the sheer possessiveness in his touch. This is what you've wanted; this is what you've been waiting for.

"Just having a chat with the boys," you stutter. His hand is large enough that it encircles your throat like a necklace; he fits against you like it's right where he belongs.

"She asked us to dance," Azriel tattles and you shoot him a glare you don't really mean.

"You know the rules, Little One." His lips haven't left the spot next to your ear, mouth so close to where you want him to be. If he would only dip his head just a little and sink his fangs into your throat! He would be yours and you would be his and you would happily surrender to all these stupid rules if it meant you didn't have to question why he constantly left you in limbo about his feelings towards you.

"Maybe I just don't see the point to your stupid rules."

Cassian's eyes widen with a healthy enough dose of fear that your heart skips a beat in your chest.

His hand tightens just enough to make you gasp a little, a mirthless chuckle slipping past his lips. "What was that?"

"That's my queue to leave," Azriel says.

"No, stay. Want you here for this, Az," Rhys returns, but there is a lethal edge in his voice.

"Now, Darling, why don't you tell me exactly what you think about my stupid rules?"

You're in too deep now to get out of it. You swallow the lump in your throat, or try to, the pressure of his hand around your neck makes your head buzz. It's not like he hasn't let you cuddle up against him on the couch, hands tracing shapes into your skin, but he has never held you like this before. It's a heady sort of glee that fills your veins to finally have him touch you in a way that's more than casual. It makes thinking hard; makes that part of you that is so ready to submit rise to the surface. It is an effort to think past the white noise and find your voice. "I think..."

He knows your scent is changing, you can feel it in the way his chest presses into your back, body melding over yours. You're so damn tempted to rock your ass back into him, just to see what he would do to such brazen behavior.

"Go on, don't get shy now. You were so ready to bat those pretty little eyes at Cass a moment ago. Where'd all that attitude go, huh?" His hand slides up under your chin, tilting your head up so he can look at your face.

You're whole body trembles as you take him in, eyes so dark they're almost all pupil.

"Go on, say it." His voice is a deep, husky purr that makes your insides feel molten. The voice made for the gentle darkness of the bedroom, to be used as your bodies tangle in the sheets. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to think about the images that voice conjures, of all the things you would let him do to you if he asked in that tone.

You clench your thighs together unconsciously, trying to hide the sudden pool of wetness you feel spreading across your panties. He hasn't done anything at all, but you're so ready for him. So willing. You're practically shaking in his grip, your plans for the evening forgotten.

"I was just messing around," you mumble, confidence now lost. "Didn't mean it."

"Seemed like you meant it to me." He retorts. "Didn't it seem like she meant it, Az?"

"Sure did," he says.

You won't open your eyes to look at him, don't even want to think about how pathetic you look right now.

"Do you know what happens, when you break my rules, Omega?"

"I have an idea," you mutter.

"No," his breath dusts over your skin as his hand slides back down your throat, lips brushing over your jaw. It's not quite a kiss, but close enough that heat coils tight in your lower belly. "I don't think you have any idea what you've done."

A whimper slips out of you before you can bite it back down and that same mirthless chuckle rumbles through his chest as his lips dust over your throat. It's pure torture. Not the kiss you want but close enough to the real thing that you can pretend it is.

"Do you know why I have my rules in place?" He whispers.

"No," you whimper.

He nips teasingly at your earlobe. "To keep you safe. You know I want you to be safe, don't you, Darling?"

You'd nod if you could. "Mhm."

He scrapes his teeth along the tender skin beneath your jaw and you could honestly cry over how close he is to your scent glands, right where he needs to bite down to claim you.

"And there isn't an Alpha in here who hasn't thought about fucking you, you know that too, don't you?"

That's honestly news to you. If any of the visiting Alpha's had been paying you any attention, you hadn't noticed. None of them could compare to Rhys anyway.

"N-no," you stutter.

"See, that's why I had to make my rules," he continues, nose nuzzling against your scent gland now, taking in the smell of your budding arousal.

Now you're really shaking in his grip, thighs clenched so tightly together your muscles ache.

"Because I can't have anyone trying to take what's mine."

His. The heady swell of hope in your chest makes you just a bit bolder as you tilt your head back to try and look him in the eyes. This is what you'd been waiting for.

"But am I yours, Rhys?" You sound as small as you feel next to him.

His other hand has been pinning you in place by the hip, but it now trails slowly across your stomach, bunching up the minuscule skirts on your skin tight dress. His lips had been distracting, you don't notice until your flush with his hips just how hard he is behind you. His scent always feels overwhelming, but now it feels like the jasmine and citrus scent of him is seeping into your skin, trying to meld itself into your very being.

His hand drifts lower, parting your legs like there's no resistance, despite how hard you're still clenching them together. You let out a little gasp as his fingers glide over the embarrassing wet patch in your panties.

"You've always been mine," he growls. "From the moment I met you I knew."

The fact that Cassian and Azriel are watching does nothing to stop him from the slow, deliberate strokes he makes along your clothed core.

Pleasure licks it's way up your spine and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to find something to ground yourself in. When you try to close your legs, he uses his knee to part them further, growling as he nips a warning to behave into your neck.

"Then why haven't..." coherent thought is becoming harder and harder the longer you remain in his grip. Cauldron you're going to slip into subspace embarrassingly fast at this rate, your base instincts taking over. "Haven't you claimed me?"

His tongue laves over your scent gland, lips sucking a bruise into your skin. "Wanted you to be comfortable," he murmmers into your skin. "Wanted it to be because you wanted me, not because you were about to go into heat, but now you've gone and made a mess of things, haven't you, Darling?"

"Didn't mean to," you whimper.

"Yes you did," Cassian points out.

Your audience is irrelevant as long as he keeps that pressure between your legs. You're fairly sure if he would pull his hand away now he would be able to see just how wet you really are.

"'m'sorry," you whimper, words jumbling as he applies a little more pressure. Your hips roll on their own accord, chasing the friction of his hands. Cauldron you could cum just like this.

"I don't think you've learned your lesson," he tuts, but he despite the threat you hear in his tone, his fingers doesn't stop moving, he doesn't try and stop you from grinding against his hand, even though he very well could. Perhaps he's always indulged you a little more than he should. "But you will."

"I'll be good, promise!" This position is torture! You can't roll over and expose your throat to him like you should, can't spread your legs and invite him to take whatever he wants from your body. You're at his mercy, chasing his hand like a horny teenager and it's all wrong and muddled in your head.

"We're not going to have this conversation about following my orders again, are we?" He asks.

"No," you assure as his thumb catches the edge of your panties and drags them to the side so he can finally touch you.

The hand holding your throat pulls away so suddenly you fall forward, hands darting out to catch the wall so you don't collapse. Neither Azriel nor Cassian move to catch you, though their eyes seem glued to where Rhys' hand is between your legs.

"No, what?" Rhys growls, the hand no longer holding your throat coming down hard against your ass.

You yelp, the sound just barely covered by the blaring music. The visiting packs still dance and party around you, but you can't focus on anything other than the stinging in your backside and the heat of Rhysand's body so close to yours.

"No, Alpha," you squeak.

His fingers pulls away from your core and you could cry from the loss, but the tears stinging your eyes are the least of your concerns as he slides your panties down your legs, leaving the damp fabric gathered at your ankles. Your dress isn't long enough to hide your exposed flesh, especially not when Rhys pushes the fabric up to your hips to land another well placed blow to your backside.

You bite down on your bottom lip to keep anyone from hearing you. "Say it like you mean it, Darling."

"Promise, I'll follow all your rules, Alpha!" You squeak.

Instead of another blow, he leans in close, the heat of his body seeping into yours as he presses a tender kiss beneath your jaw. "That's my, Omega."

You relax as you feel some of the tension slide from his body.

"And I know you'll keep that promise," he says in your ear. The music hides the sound of his zipper coming undone, but you feel the shift of him as he pulls away from you for a moment. "Because you know what happens when you obey me, don't you?"

He doesn't give you time to answer as he kicks your legs further apart. There's no time to think about it as the tip of his cock glides through the slick dripping down your thighs. Your mouth drops open, something between a moan and a squeak slipping past your lips as he pushes himself inside you. Your arms shake, hands firmly planted against the wall to try and maintain your balance. You try to rest your head against the worn wood, bracing yourself as he slides deeper and deeper inside you, but he grabs you by the throat again and pulls your head back so he can drag his teeth over your exposed throat.

You moan unabashedly now, the sound loud enough to be a scream.

He chuckles, the sound sweeter than the music shaking the house around. "Good Omegas get to cum."

You've lost count how many heats you've gone through over the years imagining how it would feel to have him inside you, none compare to this. Nothing, no toy, certainly not your own hands, could compare to the stretch of his thick length inside you. He takes you an inch at a time, lips nipping gently at your throat as he goes deeper than you thought possible.

"Fuck me," Cassian whispers, reminding you that he's there. "Look how she takes you."

You try to glance down at what they're seeing, but Rhys holds your chin in place, tutting disapprovingly in your ear when you try and fight him. "Now, now, just focus on me, yeah? This is as much a reminder to them that you're mine as it is to you."

He finally seats himself fully inside you, panting as he braces a hand against the wall to support himself. "Feel so good, Darling."

You lean your head back against his chest as he drags his hand down the wall to lace his fingers with yours, the gesture soft amidst the clear dominance in his every move. You're ready to surrender; you always have been but you've never been more aware of how naturally it comes to you until now.

"I'll be good," it's a chant, a prayer, chest heaving as you whimper and bare your throat best you can around his body as he leans over you. "I'll be your good Omega, promise!"

He pulls out tortuously slow, making sure you feel every inch of loss, until you're sure you'll feel empty forever. You're panting, breath rasping out of you, chest heaving as you babble and beg for him to come back, to fill you again. You think you might just promise anything to have him fully seated inside you again. Someone, you think it's Azriel, but you've lost the presence of mind to see either of the other males, laughs at your neediness. But Rhys merely kisses your throat tenderly before he slams himself back inside you.

You grip tightly to his hand, body jerking so quickly forward your chest brushes the wood of the wall.

He repeats the motion twice more, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your lower belly with each thrust.

"Rhys," you whimper.

"Gonna claim you later," he promises as your legs start to shake.

Heat licks up your spine, dances across your skin, you think you might be on fire with every bit of contact you have with his body. He is everywhere, filling all your senses.

"When we're alone and I can really take my time with you."

This isn't him taking his time? Your eyes roll back into your head, muscles tightening to the point of pain. He's so deep inside you, pace leisurely if not punishing. You can feel every thrust in your stomach, tip of his cock easily finding your cervix. You can barely breathe around each rough thrust back inside your dripping cunt.

"Please, Alpha," you whine. "Please, please!" You're so close.

He kisses beneath your jaw again, lips soft and gentle despite how he picks up his pace. "I think you've learned your lesson, Darling." His free hand slides down between your legs again, finding your clit with ease.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the coil in your belly tightens once more before it snaps entirely. You think you might be screaming his name, but you've lost control of your limbs, body going slack. His fingers leave your clit so he can catch you before you fall on your face, body limp as he pumps once, twice, three times more before his own release follows yours.

Even with all the white noise in your skull, the warmth of him inside you makes your base instincts preen. This is what you're made for; this is what you've been waiting months and months for.

You're caught between the wall and his chest, barely standing as he pulls himself out of you and hurriedly pulls his pants back up. "That's my girl!"

As soon as his zipper is back up, he's sweeping you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. "Did so good for me."

You nuzzle into his neck, dragging more of his scent over your skin, as if he hadn't already covered you in it.

"I take it this means you're not down to share?" Cassian asks, his voice sounding strained.

A growl rumbles through Rhys' chest. "I don't think you'll like my punishment for you quite as much as she did if you so much as look at her without my permission."

You giggle as you place a kiss to his throat. "Don't be such a grumpy Alpha, you know I only came over here because I wanted your attention."

"Mission accomplished," Azriel mutters.

Rhys kisses the tip of your nose as he leads you towards the stairs. "You could have just said so."

You find yourself grinning. All things considered, you're plan worked out flawlessly. "Where's the fun in that?"

[sweet-pea-channie]

Shadows of the Exile - Part 6

Azriel x female!reader

Summary: Y/N collapses from exhaustion after healing others, prompting Rhysand and Azriel to ensure her safety. Azriel takes her to a secluded cabin, caring for her as she recovers. As Y/N reveals her painful past, Azriel offers unwavering support. Their bond deepens, hinting at something beyond friendship—an undeniable, unspoken love.

Warnings: emotional depth, mentions past torture, wing-clipping, and physical suffering, exhaustion, self-sacrifice, past trauma, mild language, angst

Word count: 4.9k

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The healer's tent was filled with hushed voices, the rustling of fabric, the clinking of bowls containing healing potions—but in that moment, only one thing existed for Rhysand.

Y/N lay motionless on one of the cots, her face pale, her breathing shallow. Her usual vibrant glow had vanished, her skin appearing almost translucent in the light of the magical lanterns floating above them.

Rhysand felt his magic stir inside him, restless, pushing. His instinct was to protect her—yet instead, he stood there, powerless, forced to watch as Madja bent over her, placing a hand on Y/N’s forehead while searching for a diagnosis with closed eyes.

"How bad?" His voice was calm, but the hardness in it was unmistakable.

Madja opened her eyes and straightened. "Exhaustion. She has pushed far beyond her limits, Rhys. She has healed herself into a state of complete depletion. Not a single drop of magic left in her body. And physically—she’s at her limit, too."

Rhysand ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. "How long will she need to recover?"

"Days. Maybe a week. And that’s only if she truly rests and doesn’t travel." Madja sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair from Y/N’s face. "She overexerted herself. I warned her, but—"

"She doesn’t listen," Rhysand finished for her.

It was just like Y/N. Stubborn to the very end, determined to help—even if it destroyed her.

Azriel stepped forward from the shadows at the edge of the tent, his dark wings barely shifting. "Then she stays here."

Rhys tore his gaze from Y/N and looked at Azriel. "No. She can’t stay here."

Azriel’s brows drew together slightly, though his voice remained calm. "You heard her. She shouldn’t travel. Here, she has everything she needs. Healers, rest—"

"No," Rhys repeated, sharper this time. "This camp isn’t safe for her."

Madja crossed her arms. "And you think transporting her will do her any good? She’s weak, Rhys. A journey like that—"

"I’m not taking her to Velaris," he interrupted. His violet eyes gleamed in the lanternlight. "That’s too far. But the cabin in Windhaven is closer than Velaris, and she’ll be safer there than here."

Azriel said nothing, but his gaze spoke volumes. Finally, he gave a small nod.

"Fine," he murmured, stepping closer to the cot. His movements were so smooth, so careful, that it was hard to believe this was the same warrior who killed with ruthless precision on the battlefield.

Gently, he slid an arm under Y/N’s shoulders, the other beneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly. Her body remained limp, a faint sound—barely more than a breath—escaping her lips as her head rested against Azriel’s shoulder.

Rhys watched the scene with clenched teeth. Something inside him recoiled at seeing her like this—fragile, powerless.

Azriel met his gaze. "I’ll take her. And I’ll stay with her."

Rhysand held his stare. "Let no one near her. No visitors. No disturbances. She needs rest."

"Understood."

Madja watched the two males and sighed, shaking her head. "You alpha males are truly a mystery to me. Why don’t you just tell her she matters to you instead of carrying her around?"

Rhysand ignored the comment. "Let me know as soon as she stabilizes."

Azriel said nothing more after Madja handed him another bag for Y/N's healing, stepping out of the tent into the night. The cool wind tugged at Y/N’s hair, sending dark strands dancing over his armor as he faded into the shadows and, with a single powerful wingbeat, soared into the night.

Rhysand remained for a moment, staring at the empty cot, at the crumpled sheets that still held her warmth.

Then, rubbing two fingers over his forehead, he muttered, "Gods, give me the strength to deal with her when she wakes up."

Azriel flew as smoothly as possible, his arms securely wrapped around Y/N as he moved through the cool night air. The wind tugged at his wings, brushed through Y/N’s hair, sending dark strands swirling over his armor. She was so light in his arms—too light. It was unsettling how little resistance her body offered, how lifeless she felt.

He could hear her heartbeat—steady but slow, as if her body was using its last reserves to heal itself. Azriel clenched his jaw.

You pushed yourself too far, Y/N.

He hated seeing her like this. Not because she was weak—she was anything but—but because he knew she had driven herself to this point without a single thought for herself. She had sacrificed her own well-being to heal others.

How many times had he made the same mistake?

"You should have taken care of yourself," he murmured, knowing she couldn’t hear him.

After a while, the cabin appeared below, nestled among the trees, quiet and secluded. A perfect refuge. Azriel landed soundlessly on the porch, nudged the door open with his shoulder, and stepped into the cool darkness of the room.

He hesitated briefly before deciding against the bed at the back of the cabin. Instead, he carried Y/N to the couch by the fireplace. There, he could keep an eye on her. In case she became restless. In case she woke up confused. In case…

Azriel pushed away the worries swirling in his mind and carefully laid her down. She didn’t stir, only continued to breathe deeply and steadily. Gently, he removed her boots, untied the straps of her corsage and carefully took it off without trying to hurt her, leaving her in her white blouse, and draped a soft blanket over her.

But it was cold. The night crept through the cabin walls, and Azriel could already feel her body tensing slightly. So, he turned to the fireplace.

Kneeling, he stacked logs in the hearth and snapped his fingers. Instantly, flames flickered to life, licking at the wood, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Shadows danced along the walls, soft and soothing.

Azriel straightened and looked at Y/N. The firelight illuminated her face, bringing a hint of color back to her cheeks. Yet the unease in his chest remained—that underlying feeling of… concern.

Not that he would ever admit it.

Forcing himself to turn away, he walked into the small kitchen. If she woke, she’d be hungry. He searched for food, finding bread and cheese, some dried fruit. He put water on the stove, letting it warm slowly.

Tea… She hadn’t been able to drink it before she collapsed. So, he would make sure it was ready now, thanks to Madja who packed the bag for him.

Moving quietly, he prepared everything, tidying up in the process, making the cabin as comfortable as possible. Only the soft crackling of the fire broke the silence.

Finally, he settled into the armchair beside the couch. He watched her. Not because he had to, but because he couldn’t help himself.

Her chest rose and fell steadily beneath the blanket. Her hair spilled like a dark shadow over the pillow. He could see the toll of exhaustion—the dark circles under her eyes, the faint tension in her brow.

Azriel sighed softly, leaning back, his wings spreading slightly to relax. He would watch over her. All night.

He didn’t know exactly why it troubled him so much. Maybe because he saw himself in her—the constant sacrifice for others, the disregard for one’s own body. Or maybe because he didn’t want her to wake up alone.

So he stayed. For hours.

At some point, he drifted to sleep, but even then, he remained alert, attuned to every sound, every movement Y/N made.

A faint noise made his eyes snap open.

It was still early, the morning sun casting a muted glow over the cabin. The fire had burned low, its embers barely glowing.

Y/N stirred.

She let out a soft groan, pulling the blanket tighter around herself as if unwilling to face the morning. Then, slowly, she blinked, her eyes heavy with exhaustion yet awake enough to take in her surroundings.

Her brow furrowed slightly. She blinked again, scanning the room—the fireplace, the wooden walls, the sparse furniture.

Then, she saw Azriel.

"Where…?" Her voice was rough, tired. "Where am I?"

Azriel sat up, his gaze steady. "Rhysand’s cabin. In Windhaven. I brought you here after you collapsed."

She frowned as if trying to recall. "I… collapsed?"

Azriel nodded. "Since yesterday afternoon. You pushed yourself to complete exhaustion." He let a beat pass before adding, "We were all worried."

Y/N closed her eyes briefly, then slowly opened them again. "How many hours…?"

"Almost a full day."

She rubbed her face, then let her hand drop and studied him. "You’ve been watching over me the whole time, haven’t you?"

Azriel looked at her, then shrugged. "Someone had to."

Y/N sighed softly and sank back into the pillows. Her gaze fell to her hands—dried blood still clung to her fingers, her forearms.

She grimaced. "I should wash up."

Azriel nodded and stood, stretching briefly. "The bathroom is through the door on the right."

Y/N slowly pushed herself up. Her legs still felt weak, as if they might not hold her, and she swayed slightly. Azriel was there instantly, his hand steadying her arm.

She looked up at him, a hint of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you."

He let go, watching as she slowly made her way to the door. Just before she disappeared inside, she turned once more, a small, tired smile on her lips.

"The tea I couldn’t drink..." She tilted her head slightly. "It would be perfect now."

Azriel hesitated. Then he nodded slowly. "I’ll warm it up."

A contented hum came from Y/N before she vanished behind the door.

Azriel stood there for a moment before moving. He retrieved the cup, set it on the stove, and let the tea warm slowly. The scent of herbs spread through the room, mixing with the lingering hint of wood and smoke from the fireplace.

As the tea heated, he leaned against the counter, running a hand over the back of his neck.

She was awake. She was weak, but she was awake. Maybe now he could finally breathe. But even now, he knew he wouldn’t. Because Azriel cared. And that wouldn’t change anytime soon.

Y/N leaned against the bathroom door, fingers resting on the handle, but she didn’t move. Azriel’s words still echoed in her thoughts.

Almost a full day, he had said. She had been unconscious for almost a full day.

She had known she was exhausted, had ignored the trembling in her hands, pushed aside the headaches. But she hadn’t realized it had been this bad.

She took a deep breath before turning slowly. Azriel still stood there, his dark eyes on her, as if he had known she would say something else.

"You..." Her voice was quiet, still a little rough. "Did you really watch over me the whole time?"

Azriel didn’t even blink. "Yes."

Something in the way he said it—plain, without hesitation or uncertainty—made warmth rise in her chest.

Y/N swallowed. "Why?"

His jaw clenched briefly, as if he was wrestling with himself. Then, after a moment, he said quietly, "Because I didn’t know if you’d wake up."

Y/N blinked.

"Because you worked yourself to exhaustion," Azriel continued, his voice no louder than a whisper but weighted with unspoken gravity. "Because you took care of everyone else, and no one looked after you—not even you."

His words cut deep. She wanted to argue, to tell him it wasn’t that bad, that she was used to pushing through. But something in his gaze silenced her.

Azriel pressed his lips together, his shoulders tensing. "I saw you, Y/N. When you collapsed. I saw your body just... give out, saw your breathing turn too shallow. And damn it, I feared the worst."

Y/N’s throat tightened.

"Rhys was furious with himself for not stepping in sooner," Azriel went on. "I watched Madja try to restore your energy, but you were so drained that even she couldn’t help you. I kept pressing her to tell me that you were just sleeping and not..."

He trailed off, running a hand through his hair as if to shake off the memory.

"Not dying," Y/N finished quietly.

Azriel looked at her, and for a moment, she felt like he was seeing straight through her. Then he nodded.

A warm silence settled between them, heavy but not uncomfortable.

Y/N didn’t know what to say. She had always thought she was part of the Inner Circle, but for the first time, she truly understood what that meant. It wasn’t just friendship. It was family.

The kind of family that looked after you when you were too stubborn to take care of yourself. The kind of family that watched over you while you slept, that worried even when you didn’t think you were worth worrying about.

A lump formed in her throat. "I’m sorry," she murmured at last, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Azriel tilted his head slightly. "Just promise me you’ll take better care of yourself."

Y/N swallowed and forced a small smile. "I’ll try."

Azriel’s mouth twitched—so faintly, she almost missed it. "That’s enough for now."

She held his gaze for a moment longer, then turned back, opening the bathroom door. But before she stepped inside, she paused once more.

"Thank you, Azriel," she said softly.

He didn’t reply. But as she closed the door, she knew he had heard.

Azriel moved quietly into the kitchen as the tea continued to warm on the stove. Y/N had retreated into the bathroom, taking a moment to recover from the long day. The scent of the tea slowly filled the air, adding a comforting warmth to the silent night.

He knew Y/N wasn’t just physically exhausted—she was emotionally drained, too. The journey back from the exile lands, the reunion with the Inner Circle—it was a lot, even for someone like her, who hated admitting how much things affected her.

As the tea continued to heat, Azriel hesitated, then let his shadows crack the bathroom door slightly to check if he could bring her the tea without disturbing her. But when he glanced inside, he froze.

Y/N sat in the bath, her knees drawn to her chest with her head on her knees, the water reaching up to her collarbone, her bare skin glowing softly in the candlelight. But it wasn’t her face that stole Azriel’s breath—it was her back.

The scars. The remnants of burned wounds where wings had once been. Scars of women whose wings had been taken from them by force.

It was a horror only few Fae knew.

Women like her, who had endured this, carried the memory of that loss forever.

"Y/N..." Azriel whispered before he even realized he had spoken and took a few steps towards the bathroom.

Y/N startled, eyes widening as she immediately turned toward the wall, as if to shield her back from his gaze. Her heart pounded as she sank deeper into the water, trying to hide the scars.

"You don’t have to hide them," Azriel said softly, his voice calm, without a hint of disgust. "Not from me."

The words lingered in the air, and the silence that followed was warm—not awkward, but full of quiet understanding.

Azriel watched as Y/N slowly calmed, her gaze cautiously meeting his again.

"You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to," he said gently. "I just... I’m surprised. Fae from the Dawn Court aren’t known for having wings. And you... I mean... okay." He ran a hand over his face, trying to collect his thoughts. "You had wings, didn’t you?"

"I..." Her voice was barely a whisper. "There aren’t many who know... what happened."

Azriel stepped closer but kept a respectful distance. "I know what it means, Y/N. I’ve seen scars like yours before."

Y/N stared down at the water, rubbing her fingers absently against the bubbly surface. After a long moment, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice quiet, almost apologetic.

"My mother is a High Fae from the Dawn Court. She was very young when she met my father. Everyone told her not to get involved with someone from the Night Court, especially not an Illyrian."

"You have Illyrian blood..." Azriel realized. It was something he had never known about her. She had no Illyrian features—she looked entirely like her mother. It seemed the only Illyrian part of her had been her wings.

"I was just over forty at the time. I healed women who had been captured and clipped. The men followed me when I returned to the Dawn Court. They... they punished me for my healing. They took my wings. And they made sure I would never forget."

Azriel’s gaze darkened. His fists clenched. Magic flickered around him, but he forced himself to stay calm.

"I’m sorry, Y/N."

A moment passed in silence before Y/N slowly looked up at him, as if she was bringing the pain of her past into the present with a single glance. "It happened in Camp Cavia, didn't it?"

Y/N’s eyes widened. She nodded slowly. "Yes. It happened there. The men… they took me out of the camp to teach me a lesson. They wanted to show me that women like me are not allowed to rise."

Azriel now understood why Rhys had been so determined to keep her away from that place. "That's why Rhys didn’t want you to stay there. So that you would never have to endure that pain again."

"Yes," Y/N whispered. "He never told me how much he cared about me. But now… now I understand why."

Azriel took a step back, his hands resting loosely at his sides. "You need to know that you are not alone, Y/N. You are no longer in exile. And you never have to hide again."

Y/N nodded and sank deeper into the bathwater as if trying to shake it all off. But at that moment, she truly did not feel alone—surrounded by people who truly understood her. Y/N nodded, sinking deeper into the warmth of the water, as if trying to wash away the past. But for the first time, she felt something else too—a quiet hope.

After a long silence, she spoke again, the words heavy with something darker. "I... I remember the fear, Azriel. The fear of being kept in that small hut. Three Illyrians, towering over me, while I was bound to the ceiling, barely touching the ground." Her voice faltered for a moment, and Azriel’s heart clenched, but he remained silent, giving her space to continue.

"They tortured me," she whispered, her eyes distant, as though she was back there in that moment. "They took my wings. They tried to cut the first one off, but the knife wasn’t sharp enough… It took forever. And I was screaming. I begged them to stop. I begged them not to take the second one… I told them I would stop healing, that it would be easier if I just let myself die. But..." She paused, her breath shaky. "Another Illyrian took his sword and with one clean cut, he took the second wing from me."

Azriel’s jaw tightened, and he could feel the rage building in him again. He wanted to lash out, to tear apart those who had done this to her. Azriel’s heart shattered at her words, but he kept his composure. He didn’t know what else to say. There was nothing that could make up for the pain she had endured. But he would make sure no one ever harmed her again.

Y/N looked down, her hands trembling as she continued, "They knew I could heal quickly. So they burned the wounds. The agony... It never stopped. They made sure I would never forget."

Her voice cracked on the last words, and Azriel could see the pain in her eyes, the haunting memory that lingered in her every breath. Azriel’s gaze darkened, and his fists clenched at his sides. His magic flared for a moment, but he forced himself to stay calm, to remain present for her.

"I’m sorry, Y/N," he said softly, his words laden with regret. Azriel took a step back, his hands resting loosely at his sides. "You need to know that you are not alone, Y/N. And you never have to hide again."

Y/N nodded, sinking back into the water, her fingers trembling. For the first time, she felt a flicker of peace amid the storm of her memories. But she also felt something else—something new, something terrifying and yet freeing.

She looked at Azriel, the man who, despite knowing her deepest wounds, had not turned away. "Thank you, Azriel," she whispered. "Thank you for seeing me."

"It’s the least I can do," Azriel replied and turned back toward the door. "I’ll bring you your tea, alright?"

Y/N slowly nodded, her gaze drifting back to the water. Azriel was so gentle with her, so patient—she had never expected someone like him, a warrior, a spymaster, to show her such care.

She heard him close the door softly behind him and leaned her head against the edge of the tub. Her fingers trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from the weight of the memories she had just shared with him. She had never told this story so openly to anyone before. But with Azriel…

With him, it had felt right.

A few minutes passed, and then the door opened again—cautiously, carefully. Azriel stepped in with the steaming cup in his hands, his gaze fixed on her as if to make sure she was still alright.

"Here," he said gently and knelt beside the tub.

Y/N took the cup from him, her fingers briefly brushing his. The tea was warm, fragrant, and the heat slowly spread through her cold limbs.

"Thank you," she murmured, taking a careful sip.

Azriel watched her for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Is it alright if I stay?"

She looked at him in surprise.

"If you feel uncomfortable, I can use my shadows," he explained softly. "They can cover you so that you feel safe."

Y/N paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. She knew he meant it—he wanted to give her security, to let her have control over this situation.

But she slowly shook her head. "I feel safe with you like this."

Azriel looked surprised for a moment. Then something in his expression softened.

She took another sip while silence hung between them—not uncomfortable, but calm and full of unspoken things.

Finally, Azriel's gaze fell on the bowl of warm water and the sponge resting on the edge of the tub.

"May I?" he asked quietly.

Y/N knew what he meant. He was offering to help her, to take some of the burden off her. And though she was used to doing everything herself, she surprised herself with her answer.

"Yes," she said softly.

Azriel dipped the sponge into the warm water, letting it soak before gently pressing it against her shoulder. The water ran down her skin in warm streams, and he began to slowly, methodically glide it over her arms.

His touch was careful, almost reverent. No pity, no exaggerated caution—just a patient, quiet gesture, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

Y/N closed her eyes briefly, letting herself be enveloped by the warmth of the water and his touch.

He ran the sponge over her back, always gentle, always mindful. He didn’t linger too long on her scars, but he didn’t avoid them either—he simply treated them as a part of her, nothing that repulsed or changed his approach.

And Y/N… Y/N allowed it. For the first time, she allowed it.

Azriel dipped the sponge back into the water before slowly running it through her hair, gently rinsing it with warm water. His fingers were warm, his movements careful as he held her hair between his hands, untangling it softly.

Y/N realized she was barely breathing. Not because she was afraid. But because her heart was racing. Suddenly, she became aware that she had never felt like this before. So safe. So sheltered.

Not just because Azriel was being careful with her, but because he saw her—truly saw her. He knew about her past, knew about her scars, her deepest wounds, and yet he was here.

He was still here. And then, all at once, she realized: It wasn’t just safety she felt in his presence. It was something deeper. Something she had never allowed herself to name.

She no longer thought of Azriel just as a friend, as an ally, as someone who simply belonged to the Inner Circle.

She thought of him as him. And it almost scared her how natural that thought felt.

Azriel didn’t notice what was happening inside her. He was still focused on rinsing her hair, his fingers gliding gently over her scalp as he carefully removed the excess water.

He was so close. And Y/N suddenly knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

She opened her eyes, her gaze falling on him—the shadows dancing around him, the soft light tracing his face.

And then… Then she smiled.

Azriel noticed, pausing for a moment, and met her eyes.

"Y/N?" he asked quietly.

She took a deep breath, trying to organize the chaos inside her. "Yes?"

"Are you alright?"

She looked at him for a long moment, feeling something shift inside her. Then she nodded. "Yes," she said softly. "I’m alright."

Azriel stood still beside the tub, water dripping slowly from Y/N’s hair as the air filled with warmth and the scent of lavender. The silence was broken only by the soft splashing of water and the occasional crackling of the fireplace. Azriel’s fingers gently ran through Y/N’s wet hair as he removed the last bit of water from her scalp.

After thoroughly rinsing her hair, Azriel hesitated for a moment. The question that lingered on his tongue seemed difficult to voice, yet the unease within him would not let it go.

"Y/N…" His voice was quiet but firm, a soft shadow in the darkness of the cabin. "I… need to know—the men who did this to you… their names. Please."

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, her cheeks turning pale, and for an instant, Azriel thought he had finally broken her. Her breathing was heavy as she wrapped herself in the silence that followed.

"It doesn’t matter," Y/N finally said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with quiet, firm determination. She didn’t want Azriel to burden his thoughts with the darkness of that nightmare. She didn’t want him to be driven by vengeance.

Azriel let the sponge rest for a moment, but his hand continued moving gently as if habit compelled him. "It matters to me." His voice was a soft promise, calm but filled with determination. "I can’t rest knowing they got away with it. Not without consequences."

Azriel stood tall, his gaze unwavering on Y/N. There was no accusation in his voice, no spark of anger—just a quiet certainty that Y/N could not ignore.

Y/N remained silent for a long time. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as if she carried the weight of the world alone. Then she took a deep breath, her voice steady but heavy with emotion.

"Then you can rest. My father… never stopped hunting those men. Until he had each and every one of them under his hands."

Azriel stilled, his movements stopping. For a moment, time seemed to freeze as Y/N’s words cut through the silence.

As he set a towel beside her, Y/N realized something with undeniable clarity. It wasn’t just care she felt for Azriel. It was something deeper. Something that had settled inside her, slow and inevitable.

She didn’t want to think about it, but Azriel’s quiet presence left her no choice.

She was drawn to him—in a way that was more than protection or friendship.

It was… love.

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[sapphicmsmarvel]

feysand x reader: the afterglow

set after getting together but you don't necessarily have to read that to understand this one!

under the cut bc its over 1K!

tw: a bit of anxiety

-After you guys officially mated, you knew the world was gonna take it weirdly. 

-There’s never been a triad bond that would be so well known. 

-To be honest, you were mostly nervous about how the inner circle would react. 

-You knew they loved the three of you dearly. But you also weren’t stupid and knew this was unconventional. You also knew you were freaking over nothing but alas, you were still anxious about it. 

-In the middle of the frenzy, Rhysand sent a message saying that you had accepted the triad bond and you three would be gone for a bit. 

-When you guys came back, it was a party. Mor had hung up a banner that said “congratulations!” There was a buffet table full of foods that Elain had clearly worked so hard over. 

-Cassian was…collecting coins from everyone?

“I bet that you’d be the first to make the first move.” He explained. 

Technically, he wasn’t wrong. It was you yelling at them that made the first move. 

“Did everyone know before we did?” you asked as he collected a few coins from Azriel. 

“Well, Rhysie isn’t subtle. Feyre was oblivious to your struggle just like she was to Rhysie-“

“Hey!” Feyre pouted. “You aren’t wrong, but hey!” 

You kissed her cheek. “And you!” Cassian pointed to you. “Are affectionate with everybody! Do you know how hard it was to convince Feyre and Rhysand that you actually liked them like that!” 

“I’m so sorry my reluctance to fuck our friends made your life harder.” You said dryly. 

He scoffed, “better be!” 

“Quit yelling at my wives, Cassian.” Rhysand said darkly, the alpha-asshole coming out. 

“Here we go.” Feyre muttered. 

“Made it two minutes this time.” Mor added. 

“Instead of two seconds.” Amren finished. 

Cassian gave you a smile that you had you wincing, because you knew what was coming. “Hey Y/N, want a ri-“ He didn’t get to finish because of the punch to his stomach from Rhys. 

“Welcome to the family.” Mor nudged you. “Even though you were already in.” 

“I’m just relieved I don't have to see Y/N pining anymore.” Nesta said from the doorframe. “Over twenty years of that bullshit.” 

You should’ve hit her harder when you were kids. 

Azriel, Lucien and Elain, like the sweethearts they were, just smiled without a sarcastic comment. 

-Your next worry was Nyx. How would you fit into his life? Would you be a stepmom or another mom? 

-You easily loved him more than anything, that was even before being mated to his parents. Now? Somehow you loved him more. 

-You were holding him one day when Rhysand sat down next to you on the porch swing. You were just enjoying the breeze with your-well it felt wrong to call him your son but you were his parents' wife? 

“How are two of my favorite living beings?” Rhysand said kissing you. 

“Good but what kind of greeting is that?” You chuckled. 

“I know he’s a person, but it’s weird to call him that. He’ll always be my baby.” He cooed and brushed back Nyx’s tuft of hair. 

Rhysand sat next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. You leaned as much as you felt comfortable with Nyx in your arms. You didn’t like not being on your guard when you were holding him. He was precious. 

Rhysand kissed your temple, you felt peace. You were just missing one vital part. Feyre usually came home from the studio around this time. Rhysand and you had accidentally made it a tradition to sit out on the porch and wait for her. 

“Do you want kids?” Rhysand asked. “You don't have to answer now.” 

“I mean, I kinda have one now. Kind of late to say no.” You giggled and gestured to Nyx. “He may not be biologically mine. And I can be a stepmom or stay Auntie. Whatever’s the most comfortable with you and Fey. I don't want to overstep.” 

“Would….would you be one of his moms?” Rhys asked, you could tell he was incredibly nervous. 

“I would be honored.” You whispered, your gaze never leaving the baby's sleeping face. 

You missed the look of utter adoration that Rhys shot your way. 

Pretty soon, Feyre joined you guys on the porch coming home in paint splattered overalls and a paint stained face. She was glowing, you could tell how happy that studio made her. It made you incredibly happy. 

She leaned down to kiss Nyx, then you, then Rhys who pouted about being last. But he was okay with it, he loved your family so incredibly much. It kind of scared him what he’d do to protect it. 

Later that night, Feyre came up behind you in the mirror as you got ready for bed. She pressed her head against yours. Your cheeks lined up perfectly and were smushed together. Her arms were wrapped around your waist. 

“You are his mother, if that’s what you want to be”. She whispered. “I may have birthed him, but I would be honored to share the mom spot with you.”

“Fey, I just did my skincare, you can’t make me cry like this.” You said, your voice wobbly. She squeezed you tighter in response, her nose scrunching with her closed mouth smile, her eyes half closed and lips scrunched slightly. She kissed your temple and went back to Rhys. 

That was that. Rhysand was dad/daddy, Feyre was mom/mommy and you were mama. 

-The next thing on your list was how the court would see it. The Inner Circle doesn’t give a shit (which was to be expected) but the Court of Nightmares? That’s where you were worried. 

They didn’t take to Feyre that well, then Nyx. Now you. 

Rhys called you out on your bullshit one night while all of you were getting ready for bed. 

“What’s up with you? You’re more nervous going to the Court of Nightmares than you were before.”

“Well, we weren’t mated then.” You said back, you tried to avoid being snippy but your stress levels were high. 

Clearly, he knew you were being snarky because he gave you a raised brow and held his hands up in surrender. You sighed. “Ugh, baby I’m sorry.” You said. You set down your hair brush and crawled into his arms. 

His chest shook with restrained laughter. “Love, you’re allowed to be nervous-“ He was cut off by Feyre coming into the room. 

“Ooh, are we snuggling?” Feyre said. And with the excitement of a five year old she catapulted into bed.  

The three of you bounced and laughed. “I’m nervous about going to the Court of Nightmares.” You admitted, playing with a string on the blanket to avoid looking at Feyre. You could avoid Rhys’ gaze easily since you were sitting with your head laid against his chest and in between his legs. 

“Why?” Feyre brushed your hair behind your ears. 

“Because…” You made a helpless gesture. “It's really scary.”

“You’ve been there before?” Feyre asked. 

“Yeah well I wasn’t fucking the High Lord and Lady.” You sighed. 

“Okay, you aren’t just fucking us.” Rhysand squeezed your hip. “You’re our wife. What label do you want them to know you as? Consort?-“ 

“I’ll rip your dick off.” You growled. “Consorts aren’t treated with the respect they deserve.”

“Agreed.” He said. 

“Do you want political power?” Feyre asked with zero judgment. 

“You know that’s not why I married you two.” You grumbled. 

“But would you want it?” Rhysand pushed. His hands roaming over your skin, he knew how much the contact helped your anxiety. 

You shrugged. “It’d be a massive adjustment. However….I’d love to help people and actually have the power to do so. But there’s…”

“Hm?” Feyre continued to stroke your palm. 

“This is gonna sound bad but I don't mean it to be.”

Feyre smiled and based on the pulsing down the bond, Rhys was too. So you continued. “There’s no room for me to help rule.”

“Who says?” Feyre challenged. 

You sputtered and Rhys decided to take you out of your misery. 

“You know, there also wasn’t such a thing as High Lady when Feyre came into our lives.” He stroked down your back, his hands ending at your hips. 

“And?” You asked. 

“I rewrote that rule, and I’ll rewrite it again for you to be in it. You are our equal in every way and I refuse to let you be reduced to a ‘consort’ that is, if you want to be a High Lady.”

And that was it. The next day, the day you were supposed to head to the Court of Nightmares, you delayed it. Much to the confusion of your Inner Circle. 

You were sworn in as a second High Lady. 

How the Inner Circle found out was quite funny. Az had a feeling, Nesta and the Valkyries were happy for you. Mor and Amren just looked at Rhys with a secret High Lady? Again! Cassian used it as an excuse to celebrate that night so the group could ditch their Court of Nightmares persona. 

When Azriel introduced you, he said, “Rise for your High Lord Rhysand, Highy Lady Feyre and High Lady Y/N.”

The three of you walked in, you in the middle, Rhysand and Feyre on either side of you. 

You felt beautiful, respected. Even though you knew Keir would be a problem. 

You were alright with those problems, as long as you had your family with you.

[inexplicablymine]

you have lots of wips so tell me a detail about at least three of the wips between 25-35 thx :)

Twist my arm why don’t you ;)))

Here you go Rhys I did a front end a back end and one in the middle!

#25 (Pomodoro Method)

This fic will be told in 500 word installments of some serious edging as Alex prepares to spend 4-6 months studying for his Bar Exam. He has realized that controlling, limiting, or altogether stopping his orgasms helps him keep a clear head and a focused mind. That and the reward at the end is most fulfilling. So set in 500 words exactly in each installment, you will also be edged ;) while Alex is as he takes breaks from his studying and Henry has his wicked way with him.

(This fic is entirely @rmd-writes fault ;) but also will be created to personally torture @affectionatelyrs as well hehe)

#28 (a/b/o au)

This is a part of my “soulmates in every universe” one shot series, where I take tropes and turn them on their head. For omegaverse we are running with a rarepair omega x omega with (0!) sex as another demiromantic / aroace / grey pairing will occur. Instead of the typical E rating, get ready to explore how Alex navigates the world as an omega in the political spotlight who doesn’t have traditional heats and would rather nest and cuddle with his chosen partner than anything else. And as for Henry? Designation in the royal family is expected to be Alpha, so how does he hide that his is decidedly not?

#35 (Mistaken Identity/Model au)

Alex accidentally became the next big thing (think Lucky Blue of the early 2010’s craze) for modeling when he was in undergrad and discovered on the street, which put his academic ambitions on hold… publicly. In secret, he runs one of the most sought after political newsletters in the world, his substack boasts over a million paid readers and his newsletter is quickly on track to out pace traditional news media.

Henry thinks there is absolutely nothing going on in Alex’s pretty little head. And has told him such on many occasions, but Henry devours any content C.D. Gabriel puts out, from the substack to the newsletter to any little snippet that he can find on the man.

When the two fall into bed together well… it’s mistaken identity of epic proportions.

[frost-queen]

My mortal flaw // part 10 (Reader x Zuko)

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Summary: The blue spirit rises in the night. Searching for a bargain against the avatar. With Zuko suddenly gone, you go after him. Facing the Dai li in the streets. Taken captive, you meet a surprising figure. Helping them to make the right choice against the sky bison. [series]

Zuko slowly lifted his head up. Looking down as he tried to make his movements as minimum as possible. Carefully he lifted his arm up from on top of the body pressed against him. One arm free now, he looked at his other arm that supported your head. Expression twitching a bit between focus and furrowed brows he let his arm move gently back. Hearing you hum soft in your sleep and nudge your head up against his chest made him stop.

Silently cursing at himself for disturbing you. After waiting to make sure you weren’t waking up, he attempted once more. This time gently touching your head. Lifting it up as slow as possible so he could wiggle his arm from underneath you. His arm plopped to freedom. Making him open and close his hands to dismiss of the numbness that had settled in. Fingers tingling to the core. Carefully he laid your head back down. This time on the pillow instead of his arm.

Seeing you move a bit in your sleep to settle for a good position, he held his breath. He plucked some hair between his fingers. Moving it aside to reveal more of your face. Smiling warmly down at you. A part of him wished to hold onto this moment a bit longer, but he needed to do something.

He had not expect you to fall asleep in his arms. The warm embrace by the windows led to both of you snuggling for comfort. By the time the night had fallen, you still wanted that same comfort. Asking if he wished to stay. So he did. Sliding in on the matrass. Arms wrapping around you as you snuggled to a comfortable position in his embrace.

Exhaling soft, he moved himself further away from you. Leaving an emptiness beside you. The warmth he had left behind, settling for a coolness. Kneeling at the bed, he placed the blanket better over your shoulders. – “Forgive me.” – he whispered out. Getting up to his feet. Closing the curtains for you. Turning around to face the dark and empty room. Letting his gaze go briefly to his uncle’s bed.

Knowing he was sleeping peacefully behind his curtains. Zuko quietly went to his bed. Moving the curtains aside. Letting his hands slide under the matrass. Touching a vast item. Pulling it towards him. Zuko glanced once over his shoulder to be sure no one was watching. Once reassured, he fully pulled out the item. His gaze fixed on the blue mask in the palm of his hand.

The blue spirit. He closed his eyes, settling the mask against his face. Tying it up from behind. Opening his eyes once more. Seeing the world from a different perspective. Gaining something more. Taking out the blades, it felt complete. Stepping up to the door, the blue spirit looked one last time at the room. Disappearing into the night. As radiant as the darkness, he barely stood out. Easily making his way down. Hiding easily in dark corners upon the empty streets.

All still vast asleep. Claiming the rooftops as his playground. For a few men roamed the streets. Patrolling. The Dai li’s. Zuko knelt down on a roofing. Seeing two Dai li’s come together in an alleyway. Their voices hushed, barely a whisper. Their hats blocking out their faces from above. Zuko moved lower to try and catch a whisper. Hearing focusing on their words. Eyes suddenly widening at the mention of beast and white fur. – “The avatar’s sky bison?” – Zuko mumbled out in surprise.

He knew the avatar had lost his sky bison. It appears the Dai li had taken him. The two men parted as Zuko had to decide quickly. Who he was going to follow. Which one would lead him to the sky bison. If he found him, he’d have a bargain with the avatar. The sky bison for him. Zuko couldn’t help but smirk a bit at that. Quickly he chose one of the Dai li before they would be out of sight. Following him like a spirit into the night. For it was the only thing to restore his honour.

Breathing deep, you moved restless in your sleep. Expression pinched. Hand searching for a warmth, yet it only touched cold. Missing something, for something or rather someone was supposed to be there. Pulling yourself up by your elbow, you rubbed hazily in your eye. – “Zuko?” – you muttered out.

Giving yourself the time to wake up. – “Zu…” – eyes falling down at the empty spot on the bed. Letting your hand glide over the matrass, you felt the coldness. Hinting to you he had been gone for quite some time. Perhaps he had returned to his own bed. Curiously you moved the curtains open. – “Zuko?” – you whispered out, staring into the darkness. Blinking a few times for your eyes to adjust to the dark. Making out shapes and silhouettes.

Crawling away from the warmth of your bed, you stepped onto the open space. Shuffling towards Zuko’s bed. Kneeling in front of it. – “Zuko?” – you whispered out. Waiting for a response. There came none, yet your curiosity took over. Making you pull the curtains open. Expecting him to be there, but he wasn’t. Bed empty and unslept. Gasping soft, you turned around. Knowing he had gone out. You got up, putting on your shoes.

For a moment you thought about wakening Iroh up. Deciding not to, you left as well. Greeted by the moon high above. You smiled lovingly at it. Guided by the moonlight, you made your way down into the village. Hoping to encounter Zuko and bring him back home. A part of you knew he might be looking for the avatar. Knowing he was in Ba Sing Se as well. Hoping he wouldn’t do anything foolish.

You neared the streets of Ba Sing Se. Peeking around a corner to make sure it was all save. Nothing but quiet. Daring to step into the open. Heading down the path in search for your betrothed.  Looking into every alleyway.  Knowing it was foolish but you had to do something. Arriving at a town square, you could take several options. Each leading to another direction. You neared a street, ready to turn in if you had been startled.

Startled by the sudden cloaked figure walking. Jumping back in a matter of seconds, you hoped it hadn’t seen you. Before you could take another step someone jumped in front of you. Making you yelp loud. A firm rocked hand pressed your shoulder against the wall. – “State your business!” – he made clear. Head slowly lifting to reveal a face from underneath the wide hat. – “I am simply lost.” – you lied, observing the rock around his hand carefully.

The man pulled his lip up, raising his hand. He didn’t believe you. Quickly you slammed your arm down on his elbow, breaking the contact from you. You took a run for it. The man whistled loud before stretching his hand out to you. You cried loud when you saw a rocky hand fly towards you. From a barrel, you scooped up water. Sending a flood to wash down, interrupting the hand’s grip. It went straight through your water, making you jump aside.

The rocky hand crumbled to pieces against a wall. Stopping you spun around. Recollecting the water again. Letting it twirl around before guiding it towards the man. He was already reaching his other hand out to you. Making you act swiftly to knock him off his feet. Hearing more footsteps from behind you, you moved your palm up. The water freezing the man to the ground. Turning rapidly around you were greeted by two other men. Both holding a rocky hand forwards.

Taking out water from another barrel, you let it whip at them. A surprise attack from above made you jump back. Two other men wearing the same wardrobe had come jumping down. Landing right in front of you. They shot their rocky hands at you. 

Gasping loud, you let the water rise. Freezing it to a sturdy wall. The rocks crumbling to pieces at contact.  Two of them leaped away, coming to land somewhere behind you. Before you could fully turn around, you felt something keep your hand in place on your back. With a gasp, you looked over your shoulder at the rock wrapped around your wrist.

With one hand still free, you let a stream of water rise. Flicking your wrist as it whipped at one of them. The man got knocked back with a groan. Another rocky hand came your way, making you sway your leg in an arch to break it. It crumbled to the ground. Panting softly, you kept your hand in position. 

Whipping more water at a guy. Palm up it froze around his hands. His own bindings. Huffing and puffing loud, you put up a fight. More men came joining as it became too much. Another rocky hand strapped your hand to your back. You lost balance, falling forwards. The men coming closer. Surrounding you like vultures. Hands in the ready if you decided to be stupid. 

Two of them picked you up by the arm. – “No…no!” – you let out. – “Let me go!” – protesting with every might against them. But no one was there to help. Taken away through the streets like cattle. Unaware of where they might take you. Through darkness and depts you went to a location unknown. Hidden deep beneath the city. They tossed you in one of the cells with nothing but the darkness as your companion.

You waited for them to leave to get up. To force yourself up to your feet. Not wanting to sit and wait around for who was yet to come. Looking over your shoulder, you still saw the rocky bindings around your wrists. Walking a bit backwards, you neared the wall. Hardening your expression at what you were about to do. Smack. Wrists hitting hard the wall behind you. Taking a few steps forwards again.

Rushing backwards to increase the impact. Smack. Wrists slamming against the hard walls once more. Panting out some breaths, you went again. Feeling the pain in them, yet you refused to give up. Try after try you let rushed backwards, letting your wrists crash into the wall. In the hopes of breaking your bindings off. Again and again. Hit after hit. Pants filling the cell followed by a groan of frustration. Digging deep for that strength of yours to push on.

Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. A loud gasp. Body stumbling forwards from the sudden release. Hands flinching to the side as the rock crumbled to the ground. Sinking to your knees, you need a moment to catch your breath. Hands on the ground to steady yourself. Gaze slowly marking something. Bruising around your wrist. A small sacrifice to pay.

Pulling yourself back up, you wiped some sweat off your forehead. Looking at the small droplets of water on the back of your hand. Curling up a smile, you let the back of your hand rub against your neck and throat. Catching all your sweat. With one strike the water slashed at your metal door like a sharp knife. Carefully you looked outside your door into the hallway. Seeing nothing. No one around. Picking a side, you took a run for it. Not wanting to stay any longer than needed.

A door slid open, the sound of a deep roaring bellowing in the cel. – “Expecting someone else?” – the blue spirit spoke. The sky bison turned more towards him, shackled to the ground. The blue spirit took out a blade, unsettling the bison. Making it angry. The bison became louder. Stomping his feet and roaring loud. Teeth barring at the blue spirit. – “Your mine now.” – the blue spirit responded, having not moved an inch.

Unfazed by the sky bison’s anger. The stone door opened again, making the blue spirit turn sharply around. Blades in the ready. Eyes widening behind the mask at the sight of you. – “Y/n?” – he let out. You slightly tilted your head, recognizing his voice immediately.  – “So the blue spirit. I wonder who it could be behind that mask.” – you spoke thinking dramatically to exaggerate. Zuko sighed loud, taking the mask off. – “What are you doing here?” – he asked.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing.” – you responded. – “What do you plan to do now that you have the avatar’s bison?” – you asked coming closer to him. – “Shall I make some more room at our temporary home for him?” – you said, crossing your arms. Zuko sighed loud, turning more towards the bison.

“First I need to get it out.” – he responded. – “And then what?” – you called out. – “You never think these things through!” – you finished. – “I’ll figure it out!” – Zuko shouted back. – “No! It’s just like at the water tribe, Kyoshi island!” – you responded loudly. – “Stop it Y/n! I have to do this” – Zuko called out, turning his back at you.

“I am begging you prince Zuko!” – you let out trying to control the emotion in your voice. – “It’s time for you to look inward and begin asking yourself the true questions. Who are you and what do you want.” – you scolded, having enough of him still living up to the expectations of his father. Zuko groaned loud. Blades and mask clattering to the ground afterwards.

The sky bison roared loud as it rose up high. You neared Zuko moving a hand to his shoulder. The first touch he brushed off. You attempted a second time. Your hand remained untouched. Settling on his shoulder. Watching as the sky bison flew off through the gap in the ceiling, high above. – “You did the right thing.” – you spoke, proud that he had chosen to free the bison.

Zuko groaned pained, turning himself around. Arms wrapping around you, settling for your comfort. You slowly lowered your hands on him, embracing him back. – “It is time for you to chose your own path.” – you told him, hands moving soothingly over his back. Zuko pulled away, sniffing loud. A saddened smile on his lips. You rose your hand up to wipe a tear away from his cheek.

Hand suddenly caught by Zuko. – “Who did this?” – he called out, looking at your bruised wrists. – “It’s… it’s nothing Zuko.” – you responded not wanting him to make a fuss over it. – “It’s them isn’t it?” – he filled in, glaring over your shoulder at the stone door.

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