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“TWITTER VISUAL LINKS” - acotar characters
warnings: nsfw, sex, toys, straight up porn tbh
summary: down right nasty visual links with your favs👀
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amara’s note: don’t mind me, just sharing some visuals with my favs
ᯓ★ RHYSAND
⟢ getting stretched out on his thick cock !
⟢ mutual masturbation, handjob + fingering !
⟢ rhys putting his angel mate in a mating press !
⟢ rhys taking his time, eating you out !
⟢ rhys giving you a creampie !
⟢ afternath of said creampie !
⟢ laying on top of rhys while he fingers you !
⟢ showing rhys your newest lingerie set !
ᯓ★ CASSIAN
⟢ fucking yourself on cassian’s cock !
⟢ cassian fucking his sweetheart sideways !
⟢ struggling to take cassian’s massive cock !
⟢ getting deepstroked by him !
⟢ cassian having your legs spread, playing with your pussy !
⟢ daddy cassian holding hands and rewarding you !
⟢ topping cassian and riding hard !
⟢ cassian’s pov of fucking you in missionary !
⟢ feral cassian can’t get enough of his girl’s tits !
ᯓ★ AZRIEL
⟢ getting pounded from behind !
⟢ sitting on his dick and riding !
⟢ riding azriel’s face !
⟢ azriel absolutely destroying your back !
⟢ hair pulling + doggy style with azriel !
⟢ temperature play with azriel !
⟢ modern az fucking you in the backseat of his car !
⟢ azriel sucking on your tits !
⟢ daddy plays with your pussy !
ᯓ★ ERIS VANSERRA
⟢ bending you over and giving your pussy slaps as punishment !
⟢ holding you bridal style and fucking you mid-air !
⟢ sitting in his lap while he rubs your clit !
⟢ eris sucking on his girl’s nipples !
⟢ being obsessed with eris’s fingers and developing an oral fixation !
⟢ handcuffed and rawdogged by him !
⟢ eris eating you out !
⟢ your little brain goes crazy bc of overstimulation !
ᯓ★ LUCIEN VANSERRA
⟢ lucien showing you his headgame !
⟢ 69’ing with his mate !
⟢ getting your tits sucked while riding him in the morning !
⟢ softly making out mid sex !
⟢ giving lucien a blowjob !
⟢ getting punished with ass slaps !
⟢ lucien fucking your boobs and cumming all over them !
⟢ riding + nipple play !
ᯓ★ FEYRE ARCHERON
⟢ french kissing feyre !
⟢ getting your clit sucked and licked by her !
⟢ eating her out while fingering !
⟢ getting topped by touchy feyre !
⟢ teasing you through your panties !
⟢ feyre’s eyes rolling into the back of her head as you rub her g spot !
⟢ feyre using a paint brush to stroke your clit !
⟢ sitting in feyre’s lap and makin out !
⟢ tounge play with feyre !
ᯓ★ ELAIN ARCHERON
⟢ sharing a double ended dildo with her !
⟢ nipple play with her sweet girl !
⟢ distracted when baking a cake !
⟢ having an obsession with elain’s tits !
⟢ bouncing on elain’s strap !
⟢ sitting on top of her and making out !
⟢ morning kisses with elain !
⟢ scissoring session !
ᯓ★ NESTA ARCHERON
⟢ dom mommy nesta using a wand on you !
⟢ going dumb on her strap !
⟢ nesta puts her hand down your skirt !
⟢ creaming on her fingers !
⟢ getting your pussy licked by her !
⟢ “put it in my ass please” trying anal fingering with her !
⟢ riding nesta’s strap !
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Hi I had a question have you ever considered writing for ACOTAR and what do you think about the series and who would be the worst? Yandere to have if you could do a ranking this is not a request. I just wanna know your opinion. I hope you have a good day or night. 😊🥰❤️
I didn’t make a ranking but I did rate them (1 least worst, 10 being pretty bad) hope you don’t mind
Feyre only wants what's best for you, at least that's what she thinks. She feels a great deal of guilt when her mind wanders to dark places. Feyre doesn't like lying or deceiving you, but she always tries to justify herself. She is extremely protective and fiercely loyal, going to great lengths to keep you safe; the end always justifies the means. Everything goes well with Feyre as long you don't struggle against her and just let her take care of you. 6/10
Elain seems harmless at first, lost in her own world, spending hours daydreaming about you rather than approaching you directly. She's shy in approaching you, but her infatuation with you grows steadily and soon enough you start seeing her more often. She does not resort to violence like the others but pretends to be your friend while subtly isolating you from everyone else. You realize a little too late that Elain is scheming to keep you all to herself, not when she gives you that sweet girl. 4/10
Nesta appears cold and distant at first, often trying to push or avoid you altogether. Unaware it’s Nesta’s realization of her intense feelings and maybe it was her way of trying to protect you. But in moments of jealousy or danger, Nesta’s possessiveness becomes glaringly apparent. She does not want to chain you down, but she fiercely wants you all to herself. Desiring to have you solely for her own gaze and touch. You should just trust her and let her make all your decisions on your behalf. 6/10
Mor's danger lies in her manipulative nature and her relentless desire to get what she wants. The second she set her eyes on you; she wanted you. Mor takes the role of your friend, gaining your trust and coaxing you to confide in her. Letting you reveal your deepest secrets and positing herself as your savior to ensure you feel indebted to her. You can never point the finger of blame to Mor, she’s always one step ahead even when you find yourself isolated and powerless to make your own choices. 7/10
Amren is not someone who immediately raises suspicion, but there's an air of uneasiness. Not interacting all that much with her at first. But you'll feel eyes watching your every move yet when you turn to look, nothing is there. She in a way positions herself as an ally, subtly guiding you in the way she wants, all to assert control over you. As time passes, her tendencies begin to surface and she can no longer conceal her possessiveness. Finding yourself isolated and confined to a little place all alone with her. 8/10
Rhysand is charismatic and not even you are immune to his charms, despite your better judgement. He's so good at pulling the strings, steering situations to his advantage. You could accuse him of an act that you know he has done, but he'll turn it around, making you feel guilty for doubting him. When Rhysand senses you're slipping away from his gasp, he won't hesitate to resort to extreme measures. You're trapped with no allies and no means of escape leaving you no choice but to depend on him. 9/10
Cassian's intense loyalty and protective nature may seem his best traits, but it's a means of suffocation to you. Cassian is convinced he knows what's best for you, stubbornly insisting on his ways even if you push him away or outright reject him. His impulsivness guides his actions, causing him to raise his voice or grip you too tightly, but Cassian always apologizes afterward, you must forgive him right? Cassian is nice to have if you never resist and simply allow him to do as he pleases. 7/10
Azriel doesn't approach at first, preferring to watch you from a distance, meaning all the time. His shadows are tasked at keeping him informed and ready to protect you from any impending danger. When Azriel involves himself in your life, he becomes the center of it. Bid farewells to your past connections as he demands your full attention, confined under his very control. You may be allowed some freedom if you comply, but resist or fight back, it won't bode well for you. 8/10
Tamlin is a storm that's looming, ready to engulf you. His protectiveness and possessiveness are like a chain around your neck; suffocating. He's controlling and has a desire to keep you by his side at all times. No matter how much you fight back, Tamlin believes you'll come around eventually, time is all he has. Sometimes, his temper flares and he lashes out, destroying things in his path, and seeing your fear brings him back to his senses where he apologizes profusely, promising it won’t happen again. 9/10
Eris is intensely jealous and controlling, viewing you as his and his alone. There's a high likelihood he'll keep you trapped, unwilling to let you go. But beneath all his possessiveness, Eris is somewhat desperate. He long for you to just open yourself up to him, to surrender to his touches. With everything he went through, Eris doesn't wish to inflict harm on you. Why must you force him to restrain you, to him it's so simple, why not just give into him, a life where he shows you devoted love and loyalty. 7/10
Lucien is aware of his tendencies and has tried to avoid you, but keeps finding himself drawn back to you, unable to resist gazing at you from a corner. He's consumed by his obsession, devoting himself to you completely, and Lucien finds himself unable to fight against it. He never wishes to harm or trap you; he has seen the damage it caused. He hopes his charms and time will be enough to win you over, and become so entwined in your life that you can't take him out of it. 5/10
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Haunted – Part One
Elain x Medium!Reader (sapphic) Rhys x Medium!Reader (platonic)
AO3
Summary: When Amarantha heard of the strange fae girl who could communicate with spirits, she had her hunted down and brought to her court Under The Mountain. Now trapped with the High Lords, Y/N seeks comfort and protection from Rhysand, and the pair develop a secret friendship. Once freed by Feyre’s actions, Rhys brings Y/N back to Velaris with him.
A/N: I’ve decided to split this into multiple parts as it’s lengthy. Part One is the backstory for Y/N and Rhys Under The Mountain and when they first arrive back in Velaris. I just adore the friendship Y/N develops with Rhys ❤️ He really does like to collect strays 😂 Thank you @shadowdaddies for asking about this WIP, I don't think I'd have worked on it otherwise!
Wordcount: 3.4K
Warnings: Reader can speak to the dead, so this is very grief/loss heavy and there are lots of ‘ghosts’; general trauma themes (+ healing); Amarantha, the Attor + UTM; mentions of physical torture and suicidal ideation.
Cold, spindly fingers grip my arm tightly as I’m dragged closer to the dais by the Attor. He shoves me down, pinching sharply into my shoulder and forcing me to kneel before the High Queen. My knees throb upon impact with the red marble. The smacking sound of skin on stone echoes through the hushed hall.
I feel eyes on me from all sides, from the surrounding fae that make up Amarantha’s court. Their chatter dulls as they take in the commotion.
The Attor stands straight behind me and announces his findings, “As you commanded, your Majesty. The spirit girl.”
Amarantha drums her fingers along the arm of her throne, her dagger-sharp red nails clacking against the stone. “Ah yes, I've heard many stories about this one,” she says, smiling cruelly. “Girl, what’s your name?”
“Y/N,” I respond flatly, quickly remembering to add ‘Your Majesty’ at the end.
Amarantha toys with the gold chain around her neck, and the charm– no, the bone– hanging from it. “Jurian, what do you think? Do you think the claims are true?”
The man standing beside the Queen steps forward with his arms folded across his chest, his form flickers as he moves. He is human, or was, judging by his rounded ears. “Do you truly care for my thoughts, or do you just like to hear yourself speak?” Jurian asks, rolling his eyes. Those eyes - so alike the one on Amarantha’s finger...
I push myself off the ground and stand up tall, shrugging off the bony clutches of the Attor. “Jurian would like to know if you truly want his opinion, or if you just like the sound of your own voice.”
A gasp ripples through the court and Amarantha gives me a serpentine smile. “So, the little pet does have teeth–” she looks down, inspecting her nails, before returning my defiant gaze– “but can she use them?”
“Rhysand,” Amarantha calls across the court.
A handsome man steps forward, amusement flickering in his violet eyes as he takes me in before bowing deeply to Amarantha. He straightens, inclining his head, “Yes, my Queen?”
“Look into her mind, can she truly speak to those that have departed this mortal realm?”
The male, Rhysand, bows his head again and I feel a night-kissed breeze caressing my senses. ‘Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you,’ a deep, soothing voice says directly into my mind.
How are you doing that?
‘I’ll explain later. For now, be careful what you say. Her sister, Clythia, is a very sore spot.’
I’m not afraid of her.
Surprise and amusement that is not my own ripples within me. ‘I know,’ the voice says before fading away without a trace.
Rhysand rises, addressing the Queen. “Her power is real, Majesty. She can see Jurian standing beside you. He looks quite well, considering...”
Amaranth claps her hands together at his confirmation. “Wonderful, this is wonderful news. Oh, you and I are going to have such fun together.” She waves a hand towards me, my dismissal. “Attor, take her to her room. I don't feel like speaking to the dead at present.”
————
I finally have some privacy in my chambers. The room is small and plainly furnished. There’s very little warmth amongst all the dark stone, I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to fight the growing chills.
I’m alone for the first time in many years. Not even the dead walk these halls, so I only have my thoughts to keep me company.
I feel relieved that being tortured was not in the Queen’s plans for me, at least not yet. And I’m fortunate to get a room instead of a cell. Yes, I think I can make this work.
A soft knock sounds against the wooden door, jolting me from my thoughts.
Has she changed her mind about sparing me?
I move swiftly to open the door; hoping to find a friend, not foe, on the other side of it.
The handsome male from earlier, Rhysand, is lazily leaning against the wall across from my door, picking at the embroidered collar of his black jacket.
“Good evening, Y/N,” he purrs, pushing off from the wall. “May I come in?”
I step back and allow Rhysand entrance. His power swirls around him as he moves, like a cloak of liquid night.
“I apologise that there wasn’t time for proper introductions earlier. I’m Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court,” he offers, bowing his head to me.
High Lord. Of course.
At Rhysand’s admission, memories of Prythian’s history flood my mind. I recognised his name, and the black clothes should have been a giveaway… But his actions thus far did not match any of the stories I’ve heard about the formidable High Lord.
Rhysand gives me a sad smile. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but unfortunately we’re both stuck here. Do your best to keep out of trouble, and don’t do anything to piss her off. You’re now a member of this dreadful court, so you’ll need to attend all the festivities.” Rhysand emphasises ‘festivities’ with a nonchalant wave of his hand.
“Me? But I’m no one special.”
Violet eyes bore into mine as if they could see into my soul.
“You are special. Amarantha covets power - that’s why we’re both here in this position. My kind is called daemati. I can enter minds - make someone my puppet, read every single thought they’ve ever had, or I can destroy them from the inside out.” Rhysand looks to the floor, unable to hold my gaze as he continues.
“I don’t like to violate people that way unless absolutely necessary. I only got a glimpse of your thoughts, but it was enough to know I can trust you. I have to wear that mask around the others, but I’ll try to help you however I can.”
“Thank you. I don’t understand why you’re helping me, but I appreciate it. And I won’t tell anyone about… this.” Whatever this is.
Rhysand looks back at me, nodding once in acknowledgement. “Dinner is in two hours. You’ll need to dress up, I’ll have some of my handmaids come to assist you. Do not show any weakness here. She detests it and will destroy you.”
As Rhysand is about to leave, a woman with large batlike wings manifests beside him. Her form shimmers, her skin a dull pallor. She reaches out as if to touch his inky black hair but her hand doesn’t make contact. The woman’s hazel eyes portray endless love and sadness. “Y/N, please tell Rhys that Juno is proud of the male he’s become.”
He freezes as I relay the message from the beautiful woman. A single tear falls, leaving a trail of silver down his cheek.
“I didn’t think she was watching,” Rhysand whispers. “I don’t deserve her pride.”
I softly wipe away his tears, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “We don’t show weakness out there, but you can with me.”
Rhysand nods, squeezing my hand back. “Deal. And the same applies to you,” he says.
I feel a flash of heat down my forearm. My brow scrunches in shock as I drop Rhysand’s hand and pull my sleeve up. On my arm, there’s a mark that wasn’t there before. A mass of black whorls around a crescent moon.
Rhysand smirks at my contorted expression. “It’s a Night Court tradition to mark our bargains with a tattoo.”
I sigh, shaking my head. “I’m aware of the practice, but you could’ve gone with something more inconspicuous.”
“I think it suits you, Y/N,” Rhysand says, his grin wide. “And as we’re now linked for life, you can call me Rhys.”
Rhys winks at me as he heads towards the door, “I’ll see you at dinner.”
Prick.
‘I heard that.’
I smile smugly, shutting the door in Rhys’s cocky face. Prick is a much more suitable nickname.
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The following morning I am summoned to attend the High Queen’s court. Rhys stayed true to his word about helping me, sending his handmaids to dress me.
I never needed such finery in the villages I frequented. Before Amarantha, I travelled between a few temples, offering my services to the Priestesses. Gods, I miss my old life - the days spent on the open roads, the peace I could bring people. There was no peace to be found near Amarantha.
The twins, Nuala and Cerridwen, help me into a gauzy white dress. There are enough layers that it’s not seethrough, and the panels float around me as I move. They dust my face with a light powder and line my eyes with black kohl. They also do my hair, braiding the top section and leaving the rest to flow freely down my back.
I get a glimpse in the mirror before I leave the room, doing a double take at the female staring back at me.
She looks like a ghost.
Amarantha’s eyes track me as I walk the length of the room towards her throne. She smirks as I bow deeply before her.
“You wished to see me, Majesty,” I say, keeping my head low and eyes on the floor.
“My my, don’t you scrub up well when you’re among civilised company,” Amarantha sneers. “Rise, girl. I wish to speak with my sister. I’m sure you’ve heard of her.”
Beside Amarantha, Jurian scoffs.
“It doesn’t work like that, Majesty,” I retort.
Amarantha narrows her eyes at me. “And why not?” she demands.
“I can communicate with the dead, but it’s on their terms. If they do not wish for me to see them, I cannot make them. And I can’t make them talk.”
‘Careful…’ Rhys says into my mind.
I’m speaking the truth. That is not a weakness.
Jurian pushes off the ledge he’d been leaning on. As he speaks, I will my eyes to glaze over - a little trick I picked up, making my powers appear more tangible to those who cannot see what I can.
“Clythia won't come near her while I’m here,” Jurian explains. “My soul is tethered to the pieces she’s kept of me, her cruel trophies… As the bitch is quite fond of my eye, I can’t leave. I don't believe you’ll get the pleasure of meeting her sister.”
“What’s happening?” Amarantha demands. “Rhysand, what is she doing?”
Rhys steps forward, “My Queen, that look, the hazy eyes, it means a spirit is calling to her.”
I let the fog fade from my eyes, turning to address Amarantha again. “Majesty, Jurian is tied to those objects you hold. Clythia will not come near him.”
Amarantha sighs loudly, inspecting her nails. “Of course not, why would she want to be near that filthy human? I have no further need of you today, but I will come up with some other uses for your talents,” she sneers.
I bow again and turn, moving to the back of the room to watch the rest of the proceedings.
————
I very quickly fell into a routine Under the Mountain.
The twins would dress me for court in the morning, making me look like the living dead.
After breakfast, I’d attend the throne room with the other High Fae. Court politics were… complicated. Fortunately, I had little involvement in this.
Then there were the balls and dinners of an evening. They were always a big event, with gruesome entertainment most nights.
I barely stomached the cruelty. After the first dinner - I spent the rest of the night throwing it up. The torment was only made worse when I was forced to communicate with the poor souls Amarantha tortured for sport. I spent many nights lying in bed, replaying the horrors in my mind.
As each day passed, it grew harder to live with myself and the things I was forced to witness.
My bargain with Rhys was the only thing keeping me going.
I began to look forward to his sarcastic comments in my mind while the other members of the court bickered.
When sleep couldn’t find us, we’d spend the night talking down our bargain bond. We exchanged stories of our lives before and made many grand plans for after. We knew they were unlikely to be realised, but our dreams were all we had left.
One day, Rhys tells me of dreams he’s been having—dreams of a human girl. For the first time, he could see her clearly, she must have come over the wall somehow. She was in Prythian.
‘I don’t know what it means, but maybe she’s the one we’ve been waiting for,’ Rhys ponders.
If only I was a seer, that would be a much more useful power.
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That human girl was indeed who we were waiting for.
That stupid girl, entering into the bargain with Amarantha.
Like he did for me all those years earlier, Rhys helped Feyre as much as he could.
At first, I was doubtful that Feyre would complete all the tasks. When she showed up that wyrm and then threw the bone at Amarantha, I knew she was special. I finally allowed myself to have hope.
Then she died.
I watched as Amarantha snapped her neck. Watched as her life force left her body, though a spark glimmered near Rhys’s chest. Somehow, he held on to her, keeping her soul from moving on.
Once she’s made, I can feel her powers blooming, an echo of each High Lord, mixed with something else. Being brought back left a trace on her soul.
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Amarantha had been defeated and we were free. Most of her court had left Under the Mountain already, the nastier fae made themselves scarce promptly after Tamlin killed her.
I’m not sure where I’m going to go. My family were long gone, along with the village I once called home. Now, Rhys was my only friend, and he had his own family to get back to.
A rippling black cloud blooms in front of me, and Rhys materialises. His black hair is dishevelled, his eyes wide with shock. Even his movements seem rattled.
“Are you okay?” I ask him, stepping closer.
“Yeah,” he shrugs, but he can’t meet my gaze.
“Don’t lie to me, you don’t have to tell me here or now, but don’t lie.” I reach for his hand, squeezing it firmly.
“It’s Feyre,” he says.
“Is she okay? She’s gone to be with Tam–”
“She’s my mate,” Rhys says so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. His confession stuns me.
“Oh Rhys, I’m so sorry. We’ll work it out, you have that bargain.”
“Yeah, I- I don’t know,” he shrugs, defeated. “If she’s going to be happy with Tamlin then that’s all I want.” Rhys pauses, still unable to look me in the eye. “Anyway, let’s go home,” he says, schooling his features into his signature smirk and extending his hand to me.
“Home?” I question.
“Do you think after everything that I’d leave you here? You’re coming with me.” He smiles softly before taking my hand in his and winnowing us away.
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We materialise in a living room decorated with tasteful but eclectic furnishings. It’s warm and inviting, especially after those years under the mountain.
A blonde female enters the lounge room as we appear. Her mouth widens in shock and she drops the mug she was holding which shatters on the floor, spilling brown liquid all over the worn rug.
She lets out a sob and runs to Rhys, wrapping her arms around him. He holds her in silence, stroking her long golden hair as his eyes well with tears.
Two winged males enter the room with a short High Fae female.“Oh my gods,” one of the males whispers.
Rhys turns at their entrance and embraces both males. Everyone in the room has teary eyes, even me, while I stand awkwardly to the side.
I’m not usually a crier, but we got out. The weight of that fact is heavy on my soul.
Rhys releases his family and extends his hand to me, pulling me closer. “Everyone, this is Y/N,” he says before introducing each of his friends - all names that I’ve heard before. People that I never expected to meet in person. “Y/N helped keep me sane Under the Mountain. She’ll be staying in Velaris for the foreseeable future.”
Amren steps forward, observing me. I take a step back as her power overwhelms me. She is not from this world.
“What are you?” I ask softly.
“I was going to ask you the same question, girl.” Amren tilts her head to the side as if studying me. “You’re not of this realm, not entirely.”
Rhys cuts in, “Amarantha was using Y/N for her abilities. She can communicate with the dead.”
Cassian pales beside me, his face contorted in shock. “Cauldron boil me, you can - talk to ghosts?” He shudders.
“The living scare me more than the dead ever did,” I reply.
“Isn’t that the truth,” Mor quips before pulling out a bottle of wine and enough glasses for everyone, seemingly plucked from the air. “Settle in, you’ve got 50 years of gossip to catch up on,” she grins.
‘Is there somewhere I can go while you catch up with your family?’ I ask Rhys down our bond.
His concern ripples back in response. ‘You’re family now too, but I understand if you need some space.’
Rhys smiles at his cousin, “We’ve waited 50 years, I think we can wait a few more minutes while we get settled. Y/N, I’ll show you your room.”
I smile and nod as Rhys takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. He squeezes firmly, the way we always do.
“There’s a few empty bedrooms up here, you can take whichever you like - that one–” he points to the door at the end of the hall– “overlooks the garden.”
“Thank you, for everything.” I pull him into a tight hug and he kisses me on the top of my head.
“Go on, tell me if you need anything,” he taps on his temple.
I nod, “You go on, your family are waiting.”
————
Rhys was right. The view of the garden was a nice change after being stuck under the mountain for the last 10 years.
I’ve bathed, but even after scrubbing myself raw, I can’t quite shake the dirty feeling. My skin is red and angry, but I find a lotion in the bathroom that helps soothe it. The lavender scent fills my nostrils.
We got out.
I dress and decide to go downstairs. I feel restless inside and don’t want to be alone with my thoughts any longer.
Rhys looks up as I descend the stairs and he smiles widely at me. “There she is. Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah…” I look at the door, and the coloured light streaming through the stained glass panel. “Can I?”
“Of course,” Rhys nods. ‘We’re free,’ he says down the bond. ‘You can go wherever you wish.’
I walk towards the door, hesitating at the threshold before finally stepping into the sunlight.
I pause, feeling the warmth on my skin, a sensation I never thought I’d feel again. In the distance, children are playing and I can hear people talking and laughing as they go about their days.
I shut my eyes, letting the sounds of the city fill my head, enjoying the peace that the chatter brings.
We made it.
“I can’t quite believe it myself,” Rhys says from beside me.
I open my eyes, turning to look up at him.
“We got out,” he says. “It felt so hopeless at the end there.”
“I thought I was going to die Under the Mountain,” I confess quietly. “That she’d tire of my party tricks and amuse herself by torturing me. I would’ve welcomed it. An end.”
Rhys turns to look back at the house, at his family through the glass panes, “No one else understands.”
I take his hand in mine, squeezing it tightly. “Our bargain still stands.”
Rhys squeezes my hand back. “Always. Now I’d really like for you to show off your party trick for Cassian. If you’re up to it.” Rhys smirks and I raise a brow. “He’s creeped out by anything that’s not tangible. If you can pretend some spirit is angry with him, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
“Oh I see, you brought me here to be your jester.” I give Rhys a playful shove with my shoulder. “Come on, let’s do it. You can feed me intel so it’s extra convincing.”
“Oh, you’re evil,” he chuckles darkly. Rhys holds the door open for me, and we step inside his home together.
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Gentle Remedies
Day 13: Medical Play | Elain x Reader word count: 1k author’s note: so like.. idk if i did ANY of this justice, this one was one of the harder ones to write bc i never really write elain, and im not really into medical play but i thought it’d be interesting to try. it was fun to write though :) ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦
The dimly lit room was filled with the soft, flickering glow of faelights, casting gentle shadows that danced along the walls. You lay on the bed, feeling a mix of discomfort from your illness and a peculiar anticipation. Elain moved around the room with a practiced grace, her presence calming and nurturing. The soft rustle of her dress and the delicate clinking of glass bottles added to the atmosphere of quiet care.
Elain approached with a cold compress, her hands gentle as she placed it on your forehead. “This should help bring down your fever,” she said softly, her fingers lingering on your skin with a soothing touch. Her voice was tender, but laced with a playful edge. “I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”
You managed a weak smile, your voice barely above a whisper. “I am capable of caring for myself, you know. You don’t need to play healer.”
Elain’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she met your gaze. “Well, I have a duty to make sure you’re not just feeling better, but thoroughly cared for. Wouldn’t that make me your healer?” Her tone was light, but there was an unmistakable edge of seduction in her words.
She moved to collect an herbal tea she’d prepared, the sway of her hips as she walked slow and deliberate. “Let’s see if this helps with your symptoms,” she said as she brought the steaming mug to your lips. The aroma was rich and earthy and just what you needed. Her proximity was intoxicating, and the warmth of her breath on your cheek was both comforting and arousing.
“You might need more than just tea to feel better,” Elain continued, her voice dropping to a soft, sultry whisper. “A thorough examination might be what you need.”
You looked at her with a mix of curiosity and eagerness as she began to untangle the blankets around you, revealing your nightgown bunched up around your thighs. Her fingers moved gently but deliberately, every stroke feeling like part of a carefully crafted routine. They brushed lightly along the exposed skin of your legs, tracing soft, teasing circles that sent shivers down your spine. She smiled, a slow curve of her lips, as if fully aware of the effect she was having on you. “You’re tense,” she remarked, her voice slipping into something smoother, more commanding. “I’ll have to take care of that.”
She reached for a vial of oil from the bedside table. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air as she uncorked it, letting the calming fragrance wrap around you. Elain poured a small amount into her palm, her gaze never leaving yours, the heat of her eyes a sharp contrast to the cool oil that met your skin,
Her fingers worked methodically, massaging the oil into your skin with soothing pressure that was anything but innocent. Her touch lingered in places that made your pulse quicken, the pads of her fingers pressing gently into your thighs, your hips, and further up. You weren’t sure whether to sigh in relief or gasp at the growing tension.
Elain’s smile deepened as she noticed your reaction. “You’re responding well,” she whispered, her voice soothing. Her fingers ghosted along your ribs, her thumb grazing the underside of your breast. You shivered, a mix of fever and the thrill of her attention, and she smiled in response, her fingers never faltering as they explored.
“I need you to trust me,” she said softly, but there was a command beneath her words. “If we’re going to get you feeling better, I’ll have to be thorough.” She paused, leaning closer, her breath hot against your neck as she whispered in your ear, “Very thorough.”
Her fingers trailed lower, tracing the soft curve of your abdomen, her touch light as a breath. “You know,” she mused, voice dripping with the kind of teasing intimacy that made your heart race, “herbal remedies can only do so much. Sometimes, it’s a matter of easing tension… and letting the body respond naturally.”
You swallowed hard, feeling the heat of her attention even as the coolness of her hands contrasted against your feverish skin. “Is this part of the treatment?” you asked, your voice a little hoarse, but carrying a note of playful curiosity at her advances.
Elain’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes never leaving yours. “Oh, absolutely,” she replied, her tone sweet but laced with something darker, more intimate. “Would you like me to continue?”
Despite the fever, you managed a soft laugh. “I’m not sure I’d ever forgive myself if I stopped you.”
Her fingers stilled for a moment, and then she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” Her hand slid lower, fingers skimming the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You gasped at the coolness of her fingertips, the contrast between that and the heat that pulsed low in your belly.
“Elain–”
“Shh,” she soothed, her thumb circling higher, teasing, as if testing your resolve. “Let me take care of you.”
The slow, torturous build of her touch finally led to where you needed it most, her fingers slipping beneath your underwear with a confidence that made your breath hitch in your throat. Her gaze never left yours, her eyes dark with intent as she pushed past the fabric and pressed her fingers against your center, slick and ready for her.
“See?” Elain murmured, her lips brushing against your jawline. “Your body wants me to make you feel better.” Her fingers slid between your folds, teasingly light at first, exploring, until she found just the right spot. Her thumb circled your clit in deliberate, agonizingly slow strokes. A broken moan escaped your lips, hips jerking involuntarily toward her touch as pleasure pulsed through you, your body arching to meet her rhythm.
Elain’s smile deepened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she watched your reaction. “You’re so good for me,” she whispered, dipping her fingers lower, pressing into you with a slow, deep thrust.
You gasped, your hips arching into her touch, your fever all but forgotten in the haze of pleasure she was drawing from you.
“That’s it,” she cooed, her fingers curling just right, hitting the spot that made your entire body shudder as you cried out. “I told you… I’ll take care of everything.”
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i have the dirtiest, nastiest, freakiest tamlin nsfw headcanon saved in my draft i just need to find the courage to post it i swear.
same with eris. and azriel. and lucien. and elain.
update: i posted tamlin and azriel and lucien
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pairings; tamlin x reader, tamlin x lucien vanserra, tamlin x elain archeron, lucien vanserra x reader, lucien vanserra x elain archeron, elain archeron x reader. tamlin x lucien x elain x reader. this is a poly fic!
a/n; my first tidbit of these four! still undecided on whether it will stay x reader or i’ll create an oc (leaning towards oc atm but let me know!) any thoughts or discussions for this dynamic and these four are open! my inbox is always open for them <3
warnings; none really just fluff, suggestiveness, established relationship dynamic, polycule
thinking about how hard elain would blush if you started calling her lainy.
she hides her face and muffles her giggles with the palm of her hand as you coo over her, the nickname falling from your honeyed lips in a way that has her skin prickling with heat, subtly fanning at the white-hot flush that seizes hold of her every nerve ending.
lucien positively roars with amusement at the effect you have on her, his willowy stature drifting over to the pair of you where you’re sat in the grass, hair tousled and windswept with the breeze of the spring morning. he presses a kiss to each of your cheeks and snorts at the residue of heat that emanates from elian’s milky skin, flushing her a soft shade of pink.
the way tamlin follows the redhead’s lilting laughter always amuses you, as though he has a sixth sense for the three of you, drawn to you like a magnet. he drops a kiss atop elain’s head fondly before he’s hooking his arms beneath your shoulders and hiking you up and into his lap to whisper tauntingly in your ear.
“teasing, are we, my flower?”
“never!” you gasp, swatting indignantly at his chest; he only tightens those thick corded arms in response, nudging at your jugular with the bridge of his nose. a deep hum seeps through his chest when you go limp and pliant, a content smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. he presses a kiss there, too— right at the crease of your lips, the lines carved into your face from years of laughter.
lucien’s lithe fingers are pushing at elain, ushering her into tamlin’s arms right beside you so he can cage the pair of you in, his arms easily finding purchase splayed over you both, sandwiching the four of you together in a mismatched sort of embrace. elain has gone soft against tamlin, mirroring you, ever the epitome of tranquility: eyes closed, a placid smile on your face as your mate nips and kisses at your bare neck.
lucien crowds your space some more, a fervent kiss pressed to each pair of lips in turn; he lingers on tamlin, his tongue darting out to probe further into the high lord’s mouth, jostling both you and elain slightly until you’re pressed chest to chest, trapped between the males as the sounds of wet kissing and deep, gravelly moans encase you. elain tugs you forward by means of her fingers curled around the bodice of your dress.
“c’mon,” you guide her out of the tangle of limbs, coming to rest only a few feet away from the males, who are now tearing at each other’s clothes. “animals…” you muse, eyes bright with laughter as you press a hand to her ribcage and nibble at her bottom lip. she gasps, instinctively arching to press more of her body to yours. she’s docile and receptive as you lay her down in the lawn and crawl on top of her.
you grin and it’s wicked, alight with mischief.
“come on, lainy. we don’t need those brutes to have fun.” her responding giggle is muffled by your mouth slanting over her own, soft hands - so unlike that of your mated males’ - threaded through her hair.
she thinks she’d do anything you’d ask her as long as you keep talking to her in that sweet voice.
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Kinktober Day 13: Cuckolding with Elucien
CW: Dom Elain, oral(f receiving), fingering, masturbation, face sitting.
AN: I want to start associating different eras with the different courts I'm writing about(I have a guide to what eras match what courts on my masterlist.) Spring Court is Victorian, so I will be making our girlies undergarments historically accurate. I think it keeps the fantasy alive. I don't love how modern ACOTAR can be.
Summary: You go home with a cute couple one night after meeting them at the bar.
Word Count: 1.2k
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It was quite common that you went to the Spring Court taverns to find a male or female to go home with. Every now and then when you were lonely, and needed company. Or when you needed satisfaction that your hand couldn't provide.
But in the years you'd been doing this, you had never gone home with a couple. A few had approached you, but you usually shut them down. You didn't think you'd enjoy being with two people at once.
This couple had been different, though. You'd been staring at them all night, entranced by their beauty as you nursed your drink. The male with long, red hair and a scar down his face. His dark skin and fine clothes. Then there was his pretty partner, with her golden brown locks and deep, brown eyes.
They'd caught onto your staring, the female smirking when she caught your eye. When they approached with their proposition, you had initially voiced your concerns about being with two Fae at once.
But they had assured you that you had nothing to worry about. Because Lucien, the male, just liked to watch. Elain picked up males and females from bars, took them back to their home, and slept with them while her mate watched.
They had brought you back to their gorgeous manor, and you were taken aback by how fine it was. Such a lovely home, with a wonderful garden in the front yard. Elain held your hand, leading you into the house.
They took you upstairs, to a bedroom off of the hallway. You knew Elain must've done all the decorating with how lavish the room was. Pink sheets in a golden bedframe, a mural of flowers on the wall behind the bed. A pink and gold canopy. You could've laughed at the idea of a tough male like Lucien sleeping in this bed every night.
Elain's delicate fingers nimbly undid your dress, helping you out of it. The poofy skirts pooled at your feet. The girl stepped behind you, beginning to unlace your corset. Your breath hitched as you met Lucien's eyes. He sank down into a chair that sat in the corner of the room, pulling his cock out of his trousers.
Elain took off your corset, then dragged down your drawers, leaving you in your chemise. She began stripping out of her dress and undergarments as well, her eyes caught on yours the entire time.
"Take it off, YN," Elain instructed.
You nodded, lifting your chemise over your head, leaving you naked. Lucien hummed from the chair, palming his cock at the sight of you. And once Elain had stripped down, the sight of his bare mate, as well.
You took in Elain's bare body, drinking her in. She was beautiful, with her rounded breasts, the swell of her hips, the slight pudge of her stomach. Her thighs, her soft skin, her delicate arms. She was perfect.
"So gorgeous," Elain mused, looking you up and down. "Get on the bed, lovely flower."
You laid down on the pink sheets, spreading your legs. Elain smirked at you, crawling onto the bed. She made her way up your body, then hovered above you, her brown hair tickling your cheeks.
"Watch, Lucien," Elain instructed her mate.
She leaned down, her eyes caught on yours, and kissed you deeply. You moaned against her lips, your hands intertwining with her hair. Elain deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth.
Elain groped your right breast, squeezing just slightly enough to make you mewl beneath her. She caressed and kissed you so sweetly, her lips tasting of honey and her body smelling of flowers.
You could hear Lucien's moans from the corner, could hear the obscene sounds as he pumped his cock in his hand, but you paid him no mind. You focused on the breathtaking girl on top of you.
"Gonna make you feel good, YN," Elain whispered, kissing down your jawline to your neck.
Her lips trailed down your breasts, your stomach, then down to your core. She spread your legs wide, licking a stripe up your center. You whined at the pleasure it envoked, fisting the sheets in your hands.
She pressed a kiss to your clit, delighting in how your hips bucked. Her lips locked around the bud, sucking at it. You turned your head in pleasure, locking eyes with Lucien from the chair he sat in.
His breaths were harsh, his eyes locked on the two of you. You smirked at him as moans his mate was drawing from you left your lips. You never thought you could be so excited by being watched like this, but it gave you a kind of arousal you had never felt before.
Elain slid a finger inside of you as she continued licking at your clit. You whimpered, grinding against her long fingers and face. She chuckled against you at your enthusiasm, sending a wave of pleasure over you.
She added another finger, stretching you out just slightly. The small amount of discomfort only added to your immense pleasure. Her tongue was working wonders on your clit, in a way no one else had ever worked you before. Females were always quite skilled with their mouths, but none had ever come close to Elain.
She pumped her middle and ring fingers in and out of you, curving them just slightly to hit that perfect spot inside of you. Your moans were becoming louder, your breaths unsteady as the pleasure built up.
Her nimble fingers moved faster, harder, and that coil in your lower stomach began to tighten. You gasped, hips bucking against Elain.
"I'm gonna cum," you whined, desperation laced in your voice.
Elain sucked hard on your clit, and as her fingers hit that spot one last time, you climaxed on her mouth. You grinded against her, desperate to get every ounce of pleasure you could. Elain worked you until you were trembling with overstimulation.
Elain smirked, wiping her mouth as she locked eyes with you.
"If you can be good while she makes me cum, I'll let you clean us up, Lucien," Elain said to her mate, who had already cum once.
The idea of making her cum delighted you, and as she crawled up toward you, hovering above your face. Elain teased you, lowering her cunt to your face, just to pull away at the last moment.
"You want to taste me, baby?" she asked.
"Yes, please," you pleaded, the scent of her arousal overwhelming your senses.
She finally sat herself on your mouth, her hands on the headboard to support herself. You licked up and down her core, gripping her thighs to hold her down. Her moans were music to your ears.
You sank your tongue into her cunt, as deep as you could. She gasped, grinding her hips against your tongue. Her little whines were so cute, you could barely believe they were coming from the female that had just been ordering you and her mate around.
You sucked and licked at her as she rode your face, chasing her pleasure on top of you. She tasted so sweet, the sweetest you had ever tasted.
When she came, you licked up her release, making sure you didn't waste a sweet drop. You had never known a female could be so perfect. But she was.
"You can clean us up now, Lucien."
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can i request elriel x reader, where az is pampered by Elain and reader? Like he sees reader sitting on top of elain and plucking her eyebrows/giving her a face mask or smth, and they invite him. So now reader is putting pink little hairlips in it while elain puts on a sheetmask, then they give him a manicure and massage him bc he has a lot of tension. He’s all relaxed, dressed in a pink robe with a headband on and they think he’s the cutest ever and they coo and literally fall head over heels😭
Pampered
Elriel x reader
A/n: This is my first Elriel fic and I was so happy to write this. In the opinion of ships, I don’t have a one. Personally I want the best for Elain and Gwyn and I just want them to heal. Both my girls have been through so much they deserve peace.
Warnings: none
As Azriel drew closer to the bedroom he heard the sweet sound of you and Elain giggling. It was late for you two to be up, he thought to himself. He loves the two of you dearly, but if the two of you were going to be up all night Azriel would just go sleep in one of the many guest rooms the House of Wind has to offer.
It had been a long, exhausting day. Rhys brought him along on a quick trip to Illyria, then he had a meeting that lasted forever with a few of his spies, and to end the day he spent hours trudging through the underbelly of Hewn city searching for a lead on a potential serial killer who was after poorer residents.
Pushing open the door Az is greeted by the sight of you straddling Elain with tweezers in your hand, both in fluffy pink bathrobes. Small bowls of different snacks sat on a blanket at the end of the bed while the rest of the duvet had different beauty items spread out. Azriel held back his sigh. He just wanted to sleep.
When the two of you finally notice him smiles break out on your face. Scrambling off the bed you and Elain rush over to your mate, throwing your arms around him. “Azriel you’re home!” “We missed you love!” Your eyes meet Elain’s soft brown ones when you both feel how tense he is in your grip. Your smiles turn into concerned frowns as you pull away from him.
Taking in his face you notice how tired he looks. There are bags under his eyes, his shoulders droop, and you can tell he’s trying his hardest to keep his mighty wings from touching the floor. Elain brings a hand to rest on his cheek. “Az, you look tired. Did you have a long day?” He didn’t feel like talking. All he could muster was a lazy dip of his chin.
“I’m sorry Az. Have you eaten?” He shakes his head. You and Elain look at each other. The same plan forming in your heads. “There are some left overs, I’ll go make you a plate.” You say, quickly leaving the room before Azriel can object. Elain takes one of his rough hands in hers, “And I’ll draw you a bath. We love you Az, but you can’t get in bed smelling like the sewer.” Elain jokes, trying to make him smile.
Pulling him towards the bathroom Elain lets go of his hand. Azriel sinks onto the vanity stool, no longer possessing the strength to stand. He watches with half closed eyes as Elain bustles around the bathroom making sure the water is the perfect temperature and that Az has a soft towel and his robe for when he’s done.
Azriel didn’t even realize Elain was undoing the clasps and ties of his leathers. He undid the clasps under his wings, helping Elain pull his shirt off. Forcing himself to stand Az does the rest and steps into the tub, moaning at the warmth of the water loosening his muscles.
By the time you return Elain is washing between his wings. You shoo her away so she can clean up the bedroom and you can take over. Azriel perks up at the loss of her touch. Relaxing again when he spots you taking her spot. “Relaxed yet?” A tired smile forms on his lips as he shrugs. He finishes washing and finally pays attention to the plate you had been trying to shove at him.
He reaches a dripping hand out to pick at the dish. You pull it away from him and click your tongue. Picking up the piece Az went for you hold it up to his lips. He reluctantly eats it. As you keep feeding him, he relaxes again letting you take care of him.
You notice goosebumps along Azriel’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you out.” After drying him off you help him into his bathrobe, leading him into the bedroom. The snacks and beauty products have been cleared away. Leaving only Elain sitting in the middle.
You have Azriel lay his head in your lap while Elain sits next to him. “You don’t have to do this. Truthfully I just want to go to sleep.” He says softly. “We can’t let you go to sleep tense Az.” “Yeah, just relax and let us take care of you.”
You two work in tandem to pamper Azriel. Elain lotions and massages his hands. Digging her thumbs into his palms, pulling on each of his fingers to work out the stiffness. You oil in his hair, massaging it into his scalp moving down to his temples to get rid of those pesky headaches.
Elain puts a head band on him while you prepare a face mask to soothe his skin. You apply it with a brush and while it drys you rub his shoulders. Wiping it off Elain switches with you to wash and moisturizing his face.
Once you’re finished Azriel is half asleep, his limbs heavy as you try to push him to the middle of the bed. You go to turn off the lights while Elain pulls down the covers. She waits until you’re back in bed to tuck you all in. You each place a soft kiss on one of his cheeks. He lets out a soft hum, mumbling goodnight.
The two of you lay on his chest and he lazily wraps his arms around you. As you drift off to sleep your hand finds Elain’s. She brings your knuckles to her lips placing a lazy kiss on them.
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Celebration
Elain x Reader fluff/smut
Summary: you try to bake a cake for Elain for her birthday, but there's something else she'd rather eat
warnings: smut-ish, frosting in places it shouldn't be
Your upper arm burned as you whisked the frosting, much thicker than you knew it should be when the oven dinged behind you, making you jump in surprise.
You turned to see the cakes slightly browner than you would have liked, sighing as you pulled them from the oven to cool on the stove. Tossing the warm oven mitts to the side, you refocused your attention to the pink and orange “frostings” - if you could even call them that - feeling defeated in your efforts.
Elain was always attentive, making everyone else’s birthdays special with her exquisite cakes, and all you wanted to do for your girlfriend was let her relax on her own day while you made the cake.
It was an ambitious task, baking and decorating her birthday cake when you had never so much as baked one before, but you stupidly refused Feyre’s offer to help decorate, insisting that you wanted this to be a gesture from you alone.
Now, you stared down at the globs of frosting in their bowls, realization hitting that the sunset with flowers you’d planned to decorate the cake with would not be coming to life. Elbows resting against the cool marble of the kitchen island, you buried your head in your hands while you wondered how your beautiful girlfriend made baking seem so easy and graceful.
As if on cue, Elain padded into the kitchen on soft footsteps, her presence a glowing warmth as arms wound around your waist. Brown eyes glimmered with joy and amusement as she took in the scene before her, the colors of frosting and cooling cake and your half-baked plans to impress her.
“This looks wonderful,” she gushed, finger dipping in the orange frosting before lifting it to her lips. She sucked in the sugar with a moan, eyes fluttering slightly as you tracked her every movement with increasing interest.
Her full lips wrapped around the digit, puckering as she sucked the sugar from her skin. Your breaths grew short, arousal pooling in your core while you watched. “It’s nowhere near done,” you admitted, drawn from your daze to look at the mess you had made upon the counter.
“And it won’t be anywhere near as beautiful as what you decorate,” you sighed, eyes downcast to avoid her own as defeat sank in.
Elain’s lips spread into a Cheshire grin, mischief aglow in her doe eyes as she effortlessly scooped pink frosting into a piping bag. A shock rolled through you at the feeling of her warm body against yours, caging you in against the cool counter.
“But I see something much more beautiful than anything I’ve decorated,” Elain breathed, eyes raking over your body. The nightgown you donned suddenly felt see-through under her assessing stare. “And something I’d much rather eat than cake.”
Her hand slipped underneath your slip, fingertips cool against the warmth of your upper thighs. “Up on the counter, flower,” she purred, tugging her bottom lip between white teeth.
You leapt backward onto the marble, gasping at the sensation on your flushed skin, slick growing between your legs. You watched, hypnotized, as Elain flipped up your skirt, exposing your core to the room.
“Beautiful,” she murmured, one hand holding the piping bag as the other drifted towards your center, delicate fingertips grazing your core.
“Lay back,” she smiled, nodding in approval when you obeyed her direction. Hands slid up your waist, pushing the fabric of your gown over your chest to bare you to the room. “Good girl, now stay still.”
You gasped, squirming underneath as you felt the cool piping bag pour frosting over your stomach, down lower and lower until it hovered just above where you craved her most.
Elain set down the piping bag, hands spreading your legs as you looked to her with admiration before glancing at your bare skin. There, she had written “I love you” in the frosting more beautifully than you could have achieved on the cake.
As her warm tongue flattened against your lower abdomen, you moaned out what weak warning you could manage. “Elain, if you start, I will take you upstairs and we won’t leave the bed today.”
A small laugh left her lips, the sound like bells echoing on a sunny afternoon. “Perfect,” she mumbled against the heated flesh, working her way towards your swollen breasts.
Her tongue flicked out over your nipple, your desire overwhelming any sense and you pulled the stunning woman over you, legs wrapping around her waist as you dipped your finger in another bowl of icing. Dragging the purple hue down her chest, your hand drifted down to her soaked core.
Reveling in the gasp that escaped her at your touch, you smirked before bringing the sugar-coated arousal to your lips and sucking. “Allow me to celebrate you as long as you like, then.”
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Love Potion
Request: Based on a request for an IC x Reader, either a sex pollen fic or a magic potion fic (I may or may not do a sex pollen fic in the future 👀)
Elain x Reader, Nessian X Reader, Azriel x Reader, some mentions of Lucien X Reader (maybe I’ll do a prequel?) → a little bit for everyone.
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, minors do not engage. Self-pleasure, fingering, grinding, breast play, p in v, biting, mentions of being under the influence. 100% consensual. ANGST.
Use of she/her for the reader. The reader is Rhy’s sister.
Literal Porn with plot for the sake of porn but there is a lot of potential angst to turn this into an actual fic if anyone's interested by the end (so much drama to unpack).
Synopsis: Reader accidentally drinks a love potion. As desire courses through Y/Ns veins, and her inhibitions lower, she encounters the different members of the Inner Court.
Word count: 15.7K (WHOOPS)
-MOR-
“What is it?” Mor asks, gently tapping on the side of the glass pitcher. She brings her hands to her knees and lowers herself down to eye level with the fluid inside. She watches the plum-coloured liquid swirl within the glass, glimmering with tiny flecks of gold, dancing around one another to music that does not exist, suspended in infinite motion.
She must admit that it is beautiful. That, however, just makes her all the more suspicious. Mor blows an annoying stray curl out of her face and swivels to meet her cousin’s eyes. Rhysand’s violet gaze is clouded and dark, full of irritation. That means, Mor notes, that her dearest cousin is already aware of what’s inside the pitcher that has been gifted to her High Lady.
“Yes, Lucien, do indulge my cousin and tell everyone about the swill you have brought into my home," Rhys voice clips. Lucien had arrived at the River House mere minutes ago, holding a large oak tray. On that tray sat the pitcher containing the mystery liquid, one ridiculously bejewelled challis, a single red rose, and, a note addressed to the High Lady:
Dearest Feyre,
I hope you are well and safe.
I apologize for my dismissal of your title as High Lady earlier this year. You are more worthy than any other female I have come across in my many centuries.
I understand now that you would make a wondrous High Lady in any court.
I am sending this note with Lucien along with my finest tea as a token of peace and as a toast to you in your new role. I would love for you to sample the wine and write me back letting me know how it made you feel.
Please do not tell Rhysand of my gift to you, for I fear he would not understand this gesture between friends.
I count the seconds to your reply.
All my love,
Tamlin
Lucien is quite pale. His normally bronzed skin looks ashy and his eyes are sullen. “Rhys… I-I know what you must be thinking.” The male clears his throat, worrying his bottom lip,“I’m sure he just wasn’t in his right mind - or maybe he didn’t know the properties of the liquid. Tam-”
Darkness begins to creep out from behind Rhys, his face stony.“Do not mention that name in my house right now, Lucien. I have half a mind to winnow over to Spring and gut the coward where he stands.” Rhys holds the note in his hands and quickly crumples it into a tight ball. “Do not make excuses for that vile creature.” His eyes burn with fury as he sends the balled up note careening through the air, and right into the roaring fireplace.
Almost all of the inner court was gathered around the two males, standing tense and mystified at this interaction. Everyone is dressed in fine clothes and gathered at the River house for family dinner. “I’m confused,” Mor queries again, “Rhys, please tell us what is happening?”
Feyre approaches her mate, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. He turns to look at her. Their eyes locked in a way only a pair of mates could. The two converse internally, and after a moment, Feyre gasps aloud. “A love potion? Rhys, truly?”
“What the fuck?” Cassian chimes in, brows furrowed, attention turning to the ginger male. “Why the fuck would you bring this to us,” Cassian takes a lumbering step towards Lucien. Mor takes a step forward as well, gripping the General's arm, not in the mood to have dinner ruined just yet. “Were you in on it?” Cassian barks to the son of Autumn.
“Cauldron no!” Lucien slinks back a step, eyes glued to his worn leather boots, trying to dissipate some of the tension in the room. “I brought it here to show you that Tamlin is desperate - and not above resorting to such vile means.” He clears his throat and looks up to Feyre, a small, apologetic smile on his lips. “I brought this here to warn you that Tamlin will likely try again and that you need to be on your guard.”
It is Mor now, who takes another step forward, rage simmering beneath her skin. “Likely story you prick. I’ll-” she starts, but she is cut off by a hand on her shoulder. The High Lady had made her way over to Mor, now gripping her shoulder with a delicate hand.
“He’s telling the truth,” Feyre concludes. She eyes Rhys, another one of their private discussions taking place within the confines of their own minds. “Lucien showed us.”
“Feyre darling is correct," Rhys sighs, "Our dear friend Lucien here, while foolish - meant well.” the anger in his eyes disperses as Rhys nods a brief thanks to the ginger fae. “Besides,” he ponders, “ this love potion would have no ill effect on our dear High Lady.”
“Now how’d you figure that Rhys?” Mor raises a brow at her cousin.
“Because the High Dunce of Spring still believes I have Feyre under my evil spell.” Rhys wiggles his fingers at his mate, dry humour dancing in his eyes. “You see, the particular love potion good ol Tam picked out is called Affectus Revelare, also known as Feelings Revealed." Rhys gestures at the pitcher. "The potion itself is quite rare and rather ancient even by fae standards, which is why I'm not surprised none of you recognized it. Even you Az.” Rhys nods to the shadow singer in the corner. Azriel, who prides himself on his diverse knowledge of poisons, spells and potions, nods in thanks, upset with himself for not having been able to place the potion immediately.
“I think I've heard of it,” Mor muses, all eyes on her now. “It works to remove inhibition. To allow those who drink it to reveal their true feelings? It is strong, and able to cut through most other potions or spells. Which is probably why Tamlin selected it." Her cousin nods in agreement. She continues, "However, to my knowledge, it went out of favour a long time ago because of the side effects.” She turns back to her cousin and he nods in agreement.
“What side effects?” Cassian asks.
“Think of it as a magic truth serum. However, this truth serum removes any suppression of morals and makes its drinker uncontrollably horny.” Rhys says in a strained voice. “Unstoppably so. The only way to get the urges to dissipate is to have a way with the object of the drinker’s strongest affections.”
The jaws around the room hang low. Cassian lets out a startled cough. Azriel is the first to recover from the uncomfortable silence, his shadows flying around his head as he quickly mutters to them. Some of his shadows disappear into thin air, Mor assumes they are presumably off to keep further tabs on the High Lord of Spring.
“So Tamlin thought what? That I would drink this so-called love potion, break the “evil curse” you’ve trapped me under, again, and then come running back into his arms?” Feyre was full-on laughing now and it was contagious. She wiped her eyes as tears formed as she fought to control her deep belly laugh.
“And right into his bed.”
Rhys slings an arm around Feyre’s shoulder and starts to turn her away from Tamlin’s ‘gift’. He kissed the top of her head, a signature smirk returning to his face. His eyes were clear and bright once again. “All that potion would have done is make you find me even more irresistible than I already am," he coos.
“I don’t know how that could be possible.”
“Oh Feyre darling, please, we have company.” Rhys groans and nuzzles deeply into his High Lady’s neck, laying kiss after kiss along her pulse point. He pulls his lips from her neck with great effort, and only after poor innocent Elain clears her throat uncomfortably. “Let’s bring this up to the House of Wind for now, we can further investigate the source of this potion tomorrow. I would be very interested to find out where Tamlin was able to source such a thing.” He nods to Cassian who scoops up the tray and heads towards the door. “Everyone meet back here for dinner in 10.”
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-CASSIAN-
“I’ll drop this off, I need to pick up Nes anyways. I’ll be right back.” Cassian walks out the door and spreads his wings wide. With powerful strokes, he is up and into the air. In a few short minutes, he touches down on the stone balcony of the House of Wind. Not a single drop of the potion has spilled, and he smiles triumphantly. Nesta sits at the table, a smutty romance novel gripped in her hands. She looks up at him with a smile but worry quickly crosses her face and her eyes drift to the tray in his hands.
“Don’t worry Nes,” he reassures her. “I didn’t get you anything. This was a gift for your sister, I wouldn’t dream of such a sweeping gesture. I know that you much prefers other methods of celebration,” Cassian says with a wink.
“Who’s it from?” Nesta closes her book, and rises from the table.
“From Tamlin, of all males.” He sets the tray down on the tabletop, the bejewelled challis rattling against the pitcher at the sudden movements.
“A gift? From Tamlin?”
“It’s a long story. Let’s head down to dinner, I’ll tell you on the way.” With that, Cassian scoops his beautiful mate into his arms. Her arms lock around his neck as he shoots off into the sky and back towards the River House. The love potion left on the table to be dealt with tomorrow.
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-Y/N-
You winnow out of the sky a number of feet above the House of Wind and begin to make the unceremonious crash down to the balcony. You quickly generate a tiny cloud of sparkling night with a single thought to slow your descent.
I am so running late.
You had been away in the Summer Court for three weeks visiting your dear friend, Tarquin. The High Lord of Summer and you had bonded over your shared love of the ocean, gossip and fruity drinks many decades ago. He now invited you every couple of months for a visit to his vacation villa, where you would swim, eat and share the juiciest, most jaw-dropping tidbits from your respective courts. You are the only one of the inner circle ever to be invited. This, of course, made Cassian infinitely jealous.
You loved your visits with the High Lord of Summer. The weight on your shoulders would slip away, even if it was just for a few days and you would both be free of responsibilities. However, this visit had been mostly diplomatic and unfortunately, you had found yourself roped into weeks of dinners and meetings. Working on updating trade agreements between the courts, while important, had been dreadfully boring. So much so that as you had left, Tarquin made the promise that this trip didn’t count and that you would meet up again in two months' time for a redo.
You feel dead tired. What you truly need is a hot bath and good long sleep. But tonight is family dinner and you are excited to see everyone. No work talk, that would wait until tomorrow, but it was rare to have a moment where we were all together, wine flowing and laughs ringing through the River House. You wouldn’t miss it for the world.
You pass into the dining room and drop your large satchel on the table beside one of Nesta's books. Beside her book, sat a pitcher of tea you assumed Nesta had made for herself during her afternoon reading session. You giggle at the rose laid out next to it. Nesta truly was a romantic at heart. You scoop it up and admired the luscious red of the petals. It was just like Nes to indulge herself in the finer things, especially amidst one of her reading frenzies.
You twirled the delicate blossom in your hand and inhale the scent deeply, when suddenly you hiccup in pain. Looking down at your hand you realize one of the thorns had sliced your finger. You quickly drop the flower and bring your finger to your mouth, sucking the coppery drops of blood. The cut is shallow and heals instantly, the tiny pink scar disappearing right under your gaze. With the flower now forgotten, you turn your attention to the tea.
You quickly scan the room, as if Nesta would appear out of thin air at any moment and berate you for taking what wasn’t yours. The thought made you let out a nervous chuckle. If Nes is putting out fancy flowers with her drink, then the tea she selected must be simply divine.
Don’t mind if I do!
You grasp the gaudy bejewelled challis in one hand and picked up the crystal pitcher with the other. You pour yourself a large cup. As the liquid pours from one vessel to another, you can’t help but admire the way it sparkles and shimmers, almost like stardust suspended in liquid - not unlike your own magic.
With a little cheers in the air, you take your first taste.
A low moan erupts from the back of your throat. Never have you tasted anything so divine. Hints of rose and lavender, honeysuckle and almond, rose and hibiscus. But also something deeper, and tangier, a musk of dark earth and fresh rain. It tasted of desire and warmth, of friction and longing. The flavour overwhelms your senses, and becomes all-encompassing.
You take a second small sip. Another groan involuntarily passes your lips.
Then a third and fourth sip, both larger, more eager.
You take a fifth, and down the rest of your cup.
Now, in a frenzy, you refill the challis and drain it all in one gulp.
Again. And again. And again. It is as if you are in a trance, unable to stop yourself, needing to feel the sweet nectar pass your lips, and slide down your throat. The mesmerising liquid burns deliciously as you drink and drink and drink until the pitcher is empty.
As quickly as it had begun, it was over. With the pitcher empty, your desire to consume was gone. Your hands shake as you place the challis and pitcher back onto the tray. Your memories of what has just transpired are hazy. In one breath all memory of drinking the tea was gone. In the next breath, you remember it is family dinner. You quickly grab your bag and shuffle up to your room. Throwing the bag into the corner, you turn to the mirror to address your appearance. The dress you don is a light sea foam green, a slit running all the way up to your hip bone, and a low V neckline descending down almost to your navel. As it was currently winter in Velaris, you would need to change into some warmer clothes. As you reach around to unclasp your dress, you are suddenly hit with an intense feeling of warmth. Your face flushes and in the mirror you see sweat form at your temples. It lasts only for a second before your temperature begins to regulates, but it was enough to convince you to stay in the cooler summer garment. I must just be tired.
You head back out to the balcony ready to go meet your family. You leap off the ledge and as you enter a free fall, you sigh in relief, letting the chilled air cool you down as you let out a blissful sigh. You catch yourself on a cloud of starlight, pulling out of your free fall and making your way towards the River House.
You land just outside the border of the River House. As you pass through the boundary and up the front steps you are hit again with another wave of heat. This time it is stronger. You brace yourself on the handrail. Did I spend too much time in the sun? you pondered, thinking back on your time in the Summer Court. You had not spent more time than usual.
I must just be overtired from my long trip. Right as you reach this conclusion, the heat rapidly dissipates, returning your body to normal once again.
There was no further time for contemplation as the front door swung open and Cassian comes into view. "Oh, mighty adventurer,” he mocks with a salute, “welcome home!” He bellows loudly. You jump up the last two steps and he immediately pulls you in for a deep hug. Your face buries into the side of his neck. You had missed him dearly while you were away, but of course, you would never tell him that.
But, what starts as a friendly welcome home, quickly changes course.
Suddenly, the smell of sandalwood and crackling embers surrounds you, invading all of your senses. This was Cassian’s scent, something you smelt daily for 400 years, and have never thought twice about. But now all of a sudden, he is the only thing you want to smell. You huff in his scent and feel your body warm and tingle. What the hell? you cry internally. You know you should pull away. But instead, you have the irresistible urge to lick the thick, long column of his neck, and you nearly do. That’s not the only thing that’s long and thick I want to be licking, you muse, and your core throbs. You have no idea what is happening. Cassian, Cassian, Cassian your mind repeats over and over. Lick him, bite him, claim him. You bite your lips, teeth surely drawing blood. Anything to keep your mouth from latching onto him. You need him. You take a shuddering breath, his scent dancing in your lungs as you-
You’re pulled out of your twisted mind as Cassian adds, “Now, get the fuck inside before you catch your death.”
You quickly pull away from the General and look down. You had forgotten that you were still in your summer attire. An outfit that while gorgeous was not equipped to handle the Velaris winter you were currently experiencing. You risk a glance back up to Cassian, he smiles gesturing inside the house. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice the massive loss of judgement you had just experienced. You do not have feelings for Cassian. That much you know to be true, at least not anymore. Right? You reassure yourself once again that you must just be tired, that your brain was playing tricks.
You shake your head to clear your thoughts as you step through the door. You failed to notice how Cassian’s nose flared as you passed him.
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Everyone greats you as you enter the dining room. Luckily, your head seems to remain on straight, as no further desire of Cassian clouds your brain. Your brother and his wife offer you both a quick hug, with the promise to debrief tomorrow, you all take your seat at the dinner table. You have strategically placed yourself as far from Cassian as possible, sandwiched in between Feyre and Mor. You hear the chair across from you slide out and you look up to meet the shadowsinger’s eyes as he slips into the chair. You had not seen him when you arrived. But now you see him - more clearly than ever before.
He offers you a small smile. “How was your visit to Summer, Y/N?”
You don’t hear his question. You are too busy staring at his mouth. Plump lips, tinged slightly red from the cup of wine he’s been sipping out of. His tongue darts out, coating his lips in a glossy sheen. You wonder how those lips would feel against yours… against your breasts… against your core. You blink slowly, noticing his lips are still moving. Oh, the things those lips could do. Suddenly, you feel a hand squeeze your elbow. You yelp and turn to see Feyre grasping your arm.
“Are you alright Y/N?” She frowns softly, concern dancing in her eyes.
“P-perfectly” You mutter, blinking rapidly, looking anywhere but towards the shadowsinger.
“Are you sure? Azriel’s been trying to talk to you for a good minute.”
“J-just tired.” You assure them. “Think I spent too much time in the sun.” You raise your shoulders in a shrug, mumbling.
“I’m relieved to hear you’re not intentionally ignoring me,” Azriel quips trying to meet your eye once again.
“Never.” You say, still not meeting his eye, picking up your wine glass and drinking deeply. “Never.”
And it’s true. Normally, you would never ignore the shadowsinger. You had known him for over 400 years and loved him for 200. Being 80 years younger than your brother Rhys meant that you had grown up with the three of them as your primary moral figures. Rhys was your brother who acted like a father, Cassian your best friend, and Azriel your fiercest protector. And you loved them all for 200 years until something began to change. You had developed a crush on Cassian from an early age. With his broad and muscular chest, and his lushes locks, he sure knew how to make a female swoon. But he was your best friend, and that came first. Your bond with Azriel, now that was even more complicated. He had an uncanny way of being able to see you, to truly see all of you. You loved him as something more, something different than the infatuation you felt with Cass. You yearned for Azriel, and for a time you thought that maybe he desired you too.
But nothing ever came of it. Maybe it was because he had watched you grow up? Or perhaps it was because you were Rhy’s little sister? You didn’t know. But you’ve been a grown female for four mortal life cycles, and both of those excuses didn’t hold any water as far as you were concerned.
After 150 years of you pining away while he pined away for your cousin, you finally thought he was seeing you as you are, the female who could obliterate enemies with a thought, the female who held the court together while Rhys was under the mountain, the female who was not just her brother’s little sister, but an equal.
Then the Archerons arrived.
And you loved them all dearly. Feyre making your brother’s heart sing, Nesta having Cassian wrapped around her little finger, and Elain. Elain, who was a gentle breeze on a warm night. A breath of fresh air amidst the fog. Elain. Who was gorgeous and talented and funny. And while you may have thought those things, so did Azriel. You could only assume as he never did confide in you, but his glances lingered. Yours lingered as well, but more so in appreciation, in lust. Not in love as you suspected the shadowsinger’s did.
And there she was now, sitting beside Azriel, looking perfect as always. Hair smooth and glossy. Eyes big and bright, the richest, most delicious shade of brown you had ever seen. A long slender neck and cleavage that heaved tight against her bodice with each breath, as if her milky flesh was a moment away from bursting-
The sound of breaking glass yanked you out of your lustful thoughts. You looked around for the source of the noise before you realize that it was you. Your wine glass once, in your hand was now in 100 pieces on the floor beside you, a small puddle of red wine at your feet.
“Y/N/N are you alright?” Rhys had made his way towards you in the blink of an eye. He snapped his fingers and the glass, and the puddle of red disappeared. He leaned down to your height, pressing his palm to your forehead. “I think you might have a slight fever.”
“I’m so sorry about the mess, I don’t know where my mind went!” Yes, you do. “ I think I must just be overtired.” You offer a tight smile. “Too much sun.” you offer as an excuse. Yes, too much sun and now you’re a delirious fool.
Rhys only nods fondly, “Maybe you should head to bed kiddo.” You’re so eager to get out of there that you don’t even snark back about him calling you a kid.
“Good idea.” You raise from your chair, and you feel the arousal that had been unknowingly collecting at your core, begin to coat your thighs. You had to get out of there before you were scented. Family dinner nights meant everyone was staying at the River House. Luckily for you, that meant you didn’t have far to go. You turn and hightail it out of there, not noticing how the shadowsinger across from you holds his breath as you scurry away.
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Once you are up the stairs and out of sight, you kick off your shoes and run. You run down the hallway and around the corner to your chambers. You swing open the door and slam it shut behind you. Leaning against the wooden door, you take a shuddering breath. What is wrong with me?
You were no stranger to love and lust. But you had never had quite such a visceral reaction. For so many different fae. At the same time. You are hot all over now and it is as if there is fire in your veins. Your breath is shaky. You need to get a grip. Blinking hard, you make your way to the washroom, and fill the tub with icy cold water.
Your fingers grapple with the claps on the dress, fighting to release yourself. You give up, snapping your fingers, the dress disappearing, leaving you bare, and still burning. You sit at the edge of the tub before quickly sliding your feet below the surface. The shock of the cold hits your brain and for a moment you stop thinking. But it is not enough as you feel another wave of arousal dripping from your core. You know you are going to regret this, but you also don’t know what will happen next if you don’t. You take a deep breath and fully submerge your body. All you feel is cold. Alll you feel is ice. The fire under your skin tames. The lustful thoughts vanish. It is just you and the cold. Relief floods your bones as your face breaks the surface.
You lean your head against the rim of the tub, happy to be rid of your dirtiest thoughts. You lay in the cold water until the warmth of your body has rendered it tepid. You finally feel in control of yourself again. You heave your relaxed body out of the tub and wrap yourself in a fluffy white towel. Tucking the ends under your armpit, you move back into your bed chamber. The towel drops to the floor as you walk up to your wardrobe and pull on a simple silk nightgown, as dark as the night sky, dressing cool to avoid any future heat spells, hopefully.
You hastily scramble into bed and slide under your silk sheets. Exhaustion hitting you. You lay on your back, eyes closed as you slowly drift off to sleep. With not a single thought, your mind is finally quiet.
And then it’s back.
Heart hammering, your eyes fly open. Searing heat spreads through your entire body. Heat radiates from your core all the way to your fingertips. Your desire is bruning you from the inside. The heat wants to be fed, wants to consume.
Wants to be consumed.
Is it that simple? you ask yourself. Would self-pleasure finally rid you of this torment? It had been a few weeks since you had last found release, the time spent in Summer Court kept you too busy for simple pleasure. But it was not like you had not gone this long before, in fact, you had gone much longer and never with any issue. You craved the touch of another, but you suppose your body will hardly care where the pleasure comes from. Your nipples harden at the very thought. Decision made.
Arousal is now weeping from your core as your thighs clench together. As if with minds of their own, your hands pull the sheets off your body, exposing your skin to the night air. Your nipples pebble even harder, straining deliciously against the silk of your nightgown. You palm one of your breasts, the action causing shockwaves of pleasure to roll through your body.
Your other hand comes up and palms the other, a strangled moan leaving your lips. Your fingers dance along your left breast and encircle your nipple over the glossy material of your nightgown. You were still too hot. You quickly pull the straps down your arms. As your nipples meet the cold air, you could weep with joy. Your hands, finally able to touch your bare skin ghost over the sensitive flesh before your fingers are quickly clamping around your left nipple in a tight pinch. Your thighs clench again, as your core pulses, as if with a heartbeat of its own. You give your nipple another delicious twirl.
Your other hand travels down and down and down until it reaches the hem of your nightgown. Without a moment's hesitation, you pull the material up to your waist. Your arousal coats your thighs, as your hand move closer to your core, fingers disappearing between your legs.
The moment your fingers touch your clit, your hips buck wildly, back straining off the bed. Your fingers swirl around it again and again and again, the friction causing strangled moans to escape your throat, hips thrusting up wildly.
Your skin gleams in the moonlight, the heat building inside of you. Your eyes screw shut in pleasure. This time as your hand swirls around your clit, your other hand, still clinging to your breast, gives your nipple a sharp torturous twist. Pleasure and pain unite and suddenly you’re shaking as release barrels through you, your orgasm so intense your whole body shakes as you ride wave after wave of pleasure.
As you come down from your high, your body trembles with exertion.
But it is not enough.
Breathing deeply, your hand, now coated in your juices slides back down between your legs, and this time, you slide two fingers inside. You thrust in and out sharply. Setting a torturous pace and your fingers sink deep into your cunt, curling expertly inside you. In a matter of moments, you are overcome with another orgasm. Again and again and again, you work your body to climax.
It is never enough.
Your body gives out sometime between the eighth and tenth orgasm, releasing you into a dreamless sleep.
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You awaken groggy, and unsure of your surroundings. The fog clears with a couple of blinks of your eyes and you realize you are in your bed at the River House. Looking down you see you are laid out, your nightgown askew and your thighs sticky.
And then it all comes flooding back.
How you pleasured yourself over and over again, the pace never relenting, just like the hunger for release did not relent. You had fucked yourself into oblivion.
But, it appears to have worked. Laying still you realise that your mind has returned to blissful silence once again. Finally free. No thoughts of lust or desire, just calm and slight confusion. Now more awake, you glance out the window and see that the moon is still high in the sky. It was late, but still a long way off until morning.
Confusion still runs through your bones. The intense need you felt earlier had come on so fast and strong, a hurricane of arousal. But it appears that the skies have now cleared, feeling content and more like yourself you huff and slowly sit up. Your stomach growls painfully, starved from the exertion and the lack of dinner. You could also do with a wash. Food first, you decide.
No one should be out and about the house at this hour, but just in case, you slip the nightgown over your head. The material is coated in your slick. Already ruined, you use the dress to clean up the arousal on your thighs. You refuse to think about how good the silken material feels against your inner thighs. You make your way to your dresser, and this time you pull out a pair of plain grey underwear and a long black t-shirt. The t-shirt fell down to your mid-thigh.
You make your way to the door and pry it open slowly, so as not to wake anyone else. Elain also has a room in this wing, and she was a notoriously light sleeper. You begin to pad down the hallway lightly, the marble cold against your bare feet. You feel a cold breeze wafting down the hall. Someone must have forgotten to close the balcony doors, you think. But then again, who would have opened the windows in the middle of winter? Snow had yet to fall, but the cool winter air had definitely arrived. More alert, you slowly make your way towards the open balcony doors, arms close to your sides, fists clenched.
Your arms lower immediately when you see who stands out on the balcony. You would recognize her shapely figure anywhere.
Elain stands with her back to you. She is wearing a blush-coloured pair of wide-legged pyjama pants,a shawl embroidered with flowers covers her shoulders. Her hair is unbound and glows like individual strands of gold. You feel your stomach tighten. She looks beautiful. You shake your head, trying to rid it of any other thought beyond concern. You gently rap your knuckles on the doorframe. Elain, still not fully tuned in to her new fae senses, jumps and spins around quickly. Her hand comes up to clutch onto her heaving chest. You could see her breath slow when she sees who it is, hand falling back down to her side.
You make eye contact with her, deep chestnut eyes meeting your own. And then her chest starts heaving again, and it takes all your strength to keep your eyes from wandering. You look up at the night sky instead.
“Elain, honey what are you doing out here, you’ll catch your death.” She looks at you nervously as you approach. Your feet tingle in protest at the cold stone beneath you.
“Erm- nothing. I just needed some fresh air,” you reach for her hand. She laces her hand in yours, eyes squeezing shut, “and some quiet.”
“But it is-” oh. Oh no. She had heard you. Your cheeks flush scarlett as you try to pull away. “Elain, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t realize I was so…” You trail off. Her hand tightens around yours, rooting you into place. Her fingers are frigid from being out here on the balcony for Cauldron knows how long.
“Loud.” She finishes your sentence. “The walls are quite thin.”
“I am sorry Elain for disturbing your sleep. I’m not sure what has come over me. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Are you happy with yourself? Poor, delicate Elain was awoken by the sounds of you touching yourself. Poor, gorgeous Elain had to escape outside in order to avoid hearing the sounds you made. Poor, delicious Elain- and oh did she look delicious. She wore a thin white camisole underneath her shawl. She wore no bra underneath, her nipples rock hard from the biting winter air. Oh how much you wanted to devour her.
You freeze again and fight against your mind. Not again. Not now. But it is Elain’s next words that have your lustful thoughts winning once again.
“I wasn’t sleeping.” Elain’s eyes met yours again, darker, more intense. “You, pleasured yourself for over 2 hours, did you know that?” Her sentence tumbled out. “Two hours without stop. Two hours of sheer pleasure.”
“Again, Elain I am so sorry but we should discuss this inside, we’ll catch our deaths out here”. You go to pull her along with you, back into the warmth of the hallway. She releases your hand.
“I never have, you know.” Her voice sounded far away now, mind far away.
“Never what Elain?”
“Never-” She trails off again. You finally catch on, and the fire within your belly reignites.
“Never touched yourself?” She lets out a slight giggle at your question and looks down at her slipper-clad feet.
“No, I’ve definitely tried to self-pleasure.” She shakes her head. “In fact I tried just tonight, listening to you.” It is your cheeks that burn red hot now. You swallow deeply at her confession. Did she touch herself to the sound of you? “But,” she continues, “I’ve never been able to make myself…reach completion. Never. I don’t know if there’s something wrong with me. I want to, gods do I want to. But, it just never happens.” Her voice shakes, and as she looks away again, you can see her eyes shining with tears. “I have been getting a lot closer with Lucien. I do think he is an honourable man.. Male, I mean. But I do not wish to saddle him with a mate who does not know what she is doing. He has lived centuries, and I do not even know how to please myself, never mind him.”
“You do not owe him anything, you know? There is nothing wrong with you, and if he is truly a good male, then he will not be bothered by any experience you do or do not have. There is so much more to a relationship than sex.” She is one of the most perfect creatures in existence. That male should be so very lucky for dirt under her shoes never mind anything else.
“I do know that. I do. But, I think this is something I have to do for myself first. Before I look towards a future with Lucien.”
“What is it you need to do?” You lick your lips.
“I want to feel good like you made yourself feel.”
“Do you want me to make you feel good, Elain?”
“I want you to make me feel alive.”
And then she is vaulting towards you, hands grasping your shoulders, and then her lips are on yours.
She tastes of jasmine and honey. A taste you never thought you would experience. But here she is, this perfect female, and Cauldron she was kissing you. Her plump, rosy lips are soft and firm. Her nails dig gently into your shoulders, and you can now smell her arousal, sharp and heady. Your core clenches in response. Your arms come around and encircle her waist, pulling her body tight against yours. You can feel her nipples against your own chest. She is freezing, and burning all at once.
The kiss ends and she pulls her lips away. Foreheads pressed together she looks at you through her brows. Your eyes meet and understanding passes through you. Your heads give a little nod, and she nods her own in response. Your hand finds hers and you gently pull her over to the corner of the balcony, to a long chaise lounge, the cold forgotten. She sits gently, legs swinging up onto the chaise, head tilting back, exposing the pale tender flesh of her neck. Her shawl falls off her shoulders. You now stand at the edge of the chaise, eying her up and down. You can feel the desire within you trying to surge, to consume. But you reign it in. This is not about you.
It is all about Elain. ”Let me bring you back to life,” you say as you gently spread her legs, and crawl up in between them. You align yourself perfectly, foreheads touching once again. “If anything is too much El, you let me know.” She nods again and tilts her head until her lips meet yours. The second kiss is slower, and more passionate. Her lips part and your tongue slides in, dancing upon hers.
After an eternity you separate, a thin trail of saliva connecting you. You pepper kisses to her cheek, her nose, and her chin, working your way down her throat until you arrive at the place just above her collarbone. Your lips clamp onto the sensitive flesh, and you hear Elain moan in response. It is music to your ears. As you lap at her neck, your fingers begin to trace down the length of her torso, eliciting sighs and pleasure. You run your fingertips gently down the valley between her breasts, down past her navel and along her hip bone, stopping at the hem of her camisole. Your mouth comes away and you make eye contact once again. Elain is in control, and you pause, waiting for her consent to continue.
“Please.” Her breath is coming in quick pants as she begs. Your fingers grab the hem and Elain leans forward and lifts her arms. You make quick work of pulling it over her head, tossing it to the side. Her skin glows like the stars in the sky. Her large breasts are firm and aching to be touched.
Elain’s teeth clench at the exposure to the cold, but the moan that follows is enough to spur you on. Your mouth trails more kisses along her collarbone and down between her breasts. Elain’s hands wind into your hair, holding you close. You look up at her and wink, and then your lips enclose around one of her perfect, pert nipples. Elain lets out a breathy gasp at the sensation of your hot mouth upon her breast. Your tongue swirls around her peak, a chorus of gasps and moans spilling from Elain’s lips.
Your lips detach with a pop, and the cold air blows against the wet bud. Elain lets out another sharp gasp and she cries out “More. Cauldron please, more!” Her chest is heaving. One of your hands comes up and cups her other breast, and you slowly slink down the chaise. Your tongue trails against her skin as it follows the same path your fingers had made, down between her breasts, all the way down to her navel. Your tongue swirls around it, the thin trail of saliva igniting Elain’s skin despite the cold. You continue your path down until your lips reach the hem of her pants. You breathe deeply. “You smell so gods damned good El.” Her hands untangle from your hair and go to grab the hem of your shirt, you quickly stop her. “This isn’t for me El, this is all for you. Let me make you feel good.” Elain nods, briefly and her hands relent, moving up to cup her own breasts instead. You pull the tie on her pants gently and hook your thumbs into the waist. You see a patch of wetness on the crotch of her pants and your question is answered as you gently pull them down her legs. No panties.
Her pants and slippers are now discarded and you take a moment to drink her in. She is exquisite. Her hair lays around her like a halo of gold. Her skin shines as bright as a star. Her hands work her supple breasts and her eyes are lidded and dark with desire. Your eyes skim lower, to her round hips, thick and shapely. And then your eyes fall to the patch of dark curls above her core, and then further still to the glistening arousal coating her thighs as she squeezes them together.
You move up to capture her lips in yours once more before you drift lower again. Your hands grasp her thighs and you gently spread her legs. She is so beautiful. You bend her knees and they part, on either side of your head as your mouth approaches her sex. You blow a gentle breath across her clit, and you see her cunt pulse in response. “Gods, Y/N, please. Please!”
Your hands wrap tighter around her thighs and you taste her. The salty taste of arousal pulls a groan out of your own throat. Your tongue circles her clit, and one of her hands finds your hair again, and her hips buck in response. Her thighs clamp around your head, as you suck her clit hard. You pull her even closer, your tongue travels lower, and traces around her opening, before diving in. Thrusting your tongue in and out of her core, she is moaning your name like a prayer, hips gyrating against your face, fucking your tongue deeper inside of her. She rides your tongue hard, in a state of euphoria.
Breathless, you pull your mouth away and you move back up to her lips. “You taste divine.” You say simply and then your lips are on hers again, and she is moaning from the taste of her own slick upon your tongue. One of your hands smooths gentle circles against her cheek. “Still with me?” you ask. She nods and catches your lips again. Your hand trails down her side, giving her hips a gentle squeeze before drifting through the thick soft curls guarding her core. Your hand slips between her legs as your fingers circle her clit. A new wave of arousal drips from her cunt as your hand moves further down. You hold her gaze as your finger slowly enters her. Her teeth clamp onto her bottom lip and she groans.
You start slow and quickly gain speed as her hips rock against your wrist. Meeting you thrust for thrust. You add a second finger and spread her deliciously. Fingers curl inside her, meeting the spongey flesh that makes Elain scream.
“Oh, oh, gods, yes, yes,” you hear Elain gasp over and over again. You lower yourself back down as your other hand grips her pubic hair tight, your thumb goes to her clit, rubbing at a relentless pace and you watch her come undone.
She screams in such pleasure, again and again, her core clenches around your soaked fingers. Her juices squirt and coat your t-shirt-covered chest. You continue to circle her clit, extending her orgasm as long as possible. She comes down from her high, her pants slowing, and you withdraw your hands. You lean up and capture her lips with yours once more.
“Are you ok?” You ask. Looking into her eyes, you see they are alight with pleasure and joy.
“What does this mean?” Elain worries her bottom lip.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything El. This was about you finding yourself through pleasure.”
“Gods, Y/N that was- that was perfect”. A smile now shines brightly upon her lips. “Thank you-” You cut off her thanks with another quick peck on her lips.
“Do not thank me Elain Archeron. Thank yourself for deciding to put your body and your pleasure first. If anything I should be thanking you for allowing me to come along on this journey with you.” Her smile is mirrored on your own face. “Lucien is going to be a very lucky male, El. You are perfect in every way.”
Sitting up now, she throws her arms around you, squeezing you tight. She pulls away and looks down at the dampness coating your shirt. “I was not aware women- I mean females could do such things.” She traces the dark stain slowly, running her fingers along the slopes of your breast.
“Some do,” you confirm, “if encouraged enough. Everyone is different, and I know that if you decide to, Lucien will worship everything about you.” She smiles again and pulls you in for another hug. You knew that this was not the start of a fling or romance with Elain. But instead, it had been a self-awakening, and she had allowed you to lead her through it. You were beyond honoured to help.
“But how do you know that he- Lucien will like it. Like me.”
“I have a confession of my own El.” You clear your throat, praying to the cauldron you weren’t about to say the wrong thing. “Lucien and I are about the same age. When we were growing up, we met on occasion at different events, and quickly developed a rapport.” Elain quirked a brow. “We, well, we fucked. A lot.” Elain’s jaw drops. Your core clenches at the memories. Lucien’s mouth on yours, on your cunt. His member thrusting in and out of you, sloppiness and uncertainty turned to precision and strength as the years went on. You fight to tamper the flames of arousal within yourself. This is not the time or place. “We were each other's firsts and we experimented over the years. But that was well over three and a half centuries before you were born. It was so long ago that I don’t want you to think anything of it! We are friends now, have been for the last 300 years, nothing more, I promise.” And it was true.. The memories you had made together, were definitely special, cherished, and enough to turn your crank some days, but the actual male, was your friend and was now mated to another. “What I am trying to say, is that I can guarantee that you are everything he will ever desire.”
“Me and Lucien both lost our virginity to the same female?” she questions finally. You nod, eying Elain again. Hoping beyond hope that she does not take the news badly. To your surprise, she begins to chuckle, which turns into a cackle, which turns into a full-body fit of laughter, and you find yourself joining in. You both laugh and laugh while holding each other close. Eventually the fit winds down and with a few last giggles, Elain sighs, “I’m not sure why, but it seems very fitting.” You hum in agreement.
Elain’s eyes drooped in relaxation and exhaustion and she lays her head on your shoulder.
The next moments happen in a blur. You help her to her feet, gather her clothes and you both make the quick, and risky walk back into the hall and into her chambers. Luckily the hallway is empty.
You sit her on the bed and start a fire. Heading to her bathing chamber, you wet a cloth with warm water. Returning to find Elain still perched on the edge of her bed, you gesture for her to lean back. She obliges and you begin to cleanse her skin gently. Nothing save for respect and adoration floats between you now. You tuck her naked body gently under the covers and kiss her forehead. Swiping your thumb against her cheek you whisper softly, “Good night El. Sweet dreams.”
Her eyes crack open and you hear her mumble, “Are you sure you don’t want me to try-”
You shush her. “This was a big moment for you El. I expect nothing in return.” She smiles again deeply.
“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for helping me find myself.” With that, Elain drifts off to sleep and you head out the door and back to your own chambers.
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Back behind the closed door of your room, you stand frozen. The last few hours of your night running through your head. From the moment you arrived at the River House, something was different. You were different. Less… restricted. You’d felt no such feelings while away in the Summer Court. Your mind races, searching for an answer but coming up short.
It was then that your stomach let out a loud growl. You missed dinner. You had been on your way to the kitchen when you encountered Elain. You scoff at yourself and your forgetfulness. You pull the shirt stained with Elain’s juices over your head, letting it join your previously discarded nightgown on the floor. Your panties were damp, but with the way the evening was progressing, you figured you’d end up just soaking another pair later, and opted to keep them on. Strolling over to your wardrobe for the third time tonight, not bothering with another shirt or nightdress, you pull on a simple grey robe. The material is thin but warm, enough to reheat your body after your outdoor escapade.
Feet still bare, you head back out into the hallway and slowly pad down the empty corridor. You make it halfway down the stairs before you hear it.
“Are you going to be a good boy, for me?” a female’s voice floats from the kitchen. You grip the railing and take a fractured breath.
“Yes, my Lady. I promise I’ll be such a good boy.” Your core clenches as you recognize the low gravelly voice. For Cauldon’s sake. You should turn away, head back upstairs and forget the words you had just heard coming from the kitchen. But some unknown force, the same force that had emboldened you all night, urges you forward. Each step has your stomach clenching in anticipation.
Eventually, you arrive at the threshold to the kitchen and your jaw drops.
In the centre of the room sits Cassian, arms tied behind him to the back of his chair. His wings flare lightly to the sides. He is dressed in nothing but a pair of black undershorts. His bare back is to you, muscles rippling as he squirms, testing the limits of his bindings.
On the counter is Nesta. You take in her figure and decide that they do indeed call her the Lady Death for a reason. Nesta lays atop the counter, body barely covered by a tight blood-red nightgown, garters on her thighs and red stilettos on her feet. Her hair is twisted into a crown of braids. She lays on her side, head propped up on her hand. In from of her sits a bowl of strawberries. Her hand dances above the bowl before plucking a strawberry from the pile. She brings it to her lips, tongue darting out to taste the berry. Staring into Cassian’s eyes she takes a bite. You and Cassian gasp in unison.
Nesta’s head jerks in your direction and her steely eyes lock on yours. Caught in your act of voyeurism, you want to look away, look anywhere but at the female, shame should be bubbling through your veins. But it isn’t. You feel no shame. Only desire. Desire spreads through your body, a familiar feeling over the last few hours. Your cunt pulses with every second you stand there, rooted in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of you.
“Who is it Nes?” Cassian questions, trying to gauge his mate’s response to their intruder. You know he could break his binds easily if necessary. Something glimmers in the eldest Archeron’s eyes. Her nostrils flair and her lips quirk in a smirk.
“I’m surprised you can’t smell her yet.” Nesta answers, pushing herself up and into a seated position. You can see Cassian’s back shift as he takes in a deep breath.
“Y/N.”
Fuck. They can smell your arousal.
“I’m sorry for the intrusion,” you have no idea where the sudden confidence has come from and you surprise yourself as you continue, “I seem to have interrupted a late-night snack.”
The two mates lock eyes again, a whole conversation happening without words. Nesta eventually breaks the stare and returns her eyes to yours. “You’re looking a bit peckish yourself Y/N. You’re welcome to join us.” Mother above. “Come,” Nesta holds her half-eaten strawberry out towards you, “come have a bite.” Your gut tightens.
Your feet move before your brain can fully process what you are doing. It takes you 10 steps to pass Cassian, still tied to the chair, and another 3 to reach Nesta’s outstretched fingers. She parts her thighs so that your body can slide in between them. You gasp as her hand comes up to grasp your chin. Your legs tremble as Nesta leans in and whispers, “you are hungry, aren’t you?”
“Starved.” You manage to choke out.
The tension is palpable as Nesta brings her strawberry up to your mouth. She traces the bow of your lips with the strawberries dripping flesh. “Open.” She commands. You do as you’re told and you take a bite of the tender fruit, its juice dancing on your tongue. It is Cassian now who lets out a low groan. In a moment you are flooded with sandalwood and lust as Cassian’s arousal hits your nose, and surges throughout the room, mixing with your own. You finally look over to the Illyrian, and what you see makes you hold your breath. A male who normally exudes strength, the General and Commander of your brother’s armies, Lord of Bloodshed, reduced to a squirming mess. Lust glows in his eyes and he looks from Nesta to you.
“What do you think General?” Cassian squirms again at the use of his title. “I think she is still hungry, don’t you agree?” He lets out a low whine and his hazel eyes lock back on yours, both a reflection of lust and desire.
“What do you say, Y/N?” he asks, voice low. The innuendos vanish as he probes you for further confirmation. He is making sure you are truly consenting to join in on whatever this was. You lied to yourself when you were shocked by your lust for Cassian earlier this evening, as you did in fact find him incredibly attractive, only more so now that he was entirely whipped by the bewitching Lady Death. It took you less than a second to answer him, the desire you had walked hand in hand with all evening flaring within you.
“Yes,” you say.
Nesta’s hand curls more firmly against your chin, turning your head back to hers. “Delectable,” she says. And then her lips are ghosting yours, breath mingling as your eyes flutter shut. You feel her tongue trace the same path of the strawberry, up and around the bow of your lips, and sweeping across the small gape of your mouth.
Your hands instinctively come up to encircle her waist.
Nesta’s lips leave you immediately, and you feel her arm reach down and give you a sharp smack on your ass. The sounds reverberate through the kitchen. You let out a hiss and your eyes fly open. “Unh unh kitten, no touching,” Nesta says, as she pulls your arms back down to your sides “don’t make me punish you.”
You’re pretty sure your eyes roll into the back of your head at her words, and your thighs clench as wave after wave of desire crashes in you. “Yes, my Lady,” you murmur back. You hear Cassian let out another low groan as he shifts in his chair.
“There’s a good kitten,” Nesta smiles, “now why don’t we give the General a little treat.” You hum in response. Nesta spins you around so that your back now falls against her. Your head falls into the crook of her neck as you eye Cassian once again. He looks up at the two of you through hooded eyes. You tilt your head slightly to the side and inhale Nesta’s scent of steel and pomegranate. “I want you to ride his thigh,” she says and the world stops for a moment. You stop breathing and you’re sure that Cassian does the same. Are you really about to do this with your best friend? The step forward you take is answer enough. You’re only another foot away from the Illyrian when Nesta’s voice rings out from behind you again, “Oh, and kitten,” you can hear the smirk in her voice, “drop your panties.”
“Yes, Lady.” You reach under your robe and slowly slide your panties down your legs. You can see the dark patch made by the arousal now coating your thighs. Panties on the floor, the room is awash with a new wave of your potent arousal. Another low growl tears through Cassian’s lips.
Cassian sits with his legs spread. His thighs are thick and muscular, the tanned skin shifting as you approach. Now standing in front of him, you quickly shift so that one of your legs is on either side of his left leg. Using his shoulders for leverage, you slowly lower yourself down onto the General’s thigh. The heat of his leg causes your breath to hitch. Cassian whimpers as the juices from your bare cunt weep onto his leg. You begin to move then, slow torturous gyrations as you get a feel for the large corded muscle beneath you. As your core soaks the General’s leg, you begin to pick up speed, rocking back and forth as the pleasure builds.
“Good girl.” Nesta approaches you from behind. “Isn’t she being such a good Kitten, General?”
“Mhm,” Cassian grunts, “so good.” His breath is coming out in pants, just as forceful as your own.
“And Kitten, isn’t the General being such a good boy?”
“Such a good boy,” you squeak out, your clit rubbing against his muscle.
“I think he deserves a little treat.” From behind you, Nesta reaches between you and Cassian and palms his engorged member, straining painfully in his underwear. Cassian bellows in relief at the touch. Nesta’s fingers dip below the hem of his shorts and pull them down. Cassian’s cock springs free, slapping his stomach. His cock is massive and rock-hard. Long, and girthy with thick veins running along his shaft, his tip a dusky pink. It pulses in time with your ruts against his leg. Your nails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders as your pupils blow wide with lust. Nesta pumps his shaft once, then again in rapid succession before her hand releases her mate's member. The General whines at the loss of contact, rutting up into the air, desperate for friction, precum gathering at his tip. You don’t dare indulge him without permission from your Lady Death, but your cunt throbs at the thought of punishment.
Nesta’s hands now travel to your body. Her nails graze up your thighs, against your curved hips, and up to your shoulders. She squeezes them gently before her hands travel further, up your neck and into your hair, brushing it all to one side. Her mouth lowers to your neck and she licks a long strip up your sweat-soaked flesh. She hums in delight at the taste, nuzzling the crook of your neck as she whispers into your ear. “Do you like looking at your best friend’s cock, kitten?”
You let out a breathy moan, not able to form any words as you ride the General’s thigh into oblivion. Nesta tuts and her hands grip your hips painfully, stopping the delicious friction. It was your turn to whine in protest, core aching at the loss. “Use your words kitten.”
“Yes.” you whine, as you try to regain momentum. Nesta squeezes your hips harder.
“Yes, what.” Her tone is sharp.
“Yes, Lady.” And then you are free again, hips moving wildly as you chant Yes, Yes, Yes.
“Good kitten.” Lady Death places a kiss at the corner of your mouth. “You’ve seen his. Now it’s your turn to show us yours.” With that, her hands descend between you and the General once again, travelling to the tie at your waist. With a sharp tug, the rope comes loose, and your robe opens. Your nipples harden at the exposure.
Cassian groans and the tip of his cock weeps at the sight. Your breasts rock back and forth in time with your thrusts. Cassian pulls on his restraints, desperate to touch them, to touch you. “Please.” He moans. The General bucks into the air again and again, “Please, Please Lady, Please”.
Your hips gyrate faster, and you feel your release approaching. Nesta, still behind you, leans down and bites the lobe of your ear. “Come for me, kitten.”
And then you are toppling over the edge. Your orgasm rips through you and you scream in delight. The General is right behind you, wings flaring and release thundering as he cums all over your chest. Your hips do not slow as you ride out every wave of pleasure. The three of you were so lost in the moment you had not heard the approaching footsteps.
“What the Fuck is this?”
Your hips still, and from your position on Cassian’s lap, you open your eyes gaze dragging over the tips of his wings and to the doorway.
And there stands Azriel, shadows swarming around him in a frenzy.
“Az.” you croak, voice horse from screaming. The look of astonishment and anger in his eyes have you trying to stand up, to go to him and try to explain, but Nesta keeps a firm pressure on your shoulders, keeping you astride her mate. Confusion runs through you as you look up to meet her eyes, and youquickly understand her actions.
Cassian’s wings currently shielded your naked body, now dripping in his cum from Azriel’s view. As if in understanding, Cassian’s wings flare a little wider, ensuring full coverage of his mate and yourself.
“Brother,” Cassian replies, trying to keep the fucked out tone from his voice, “I do believe you’ve caught us at a bad time.”
“Y/N? What sort of sick-, Why would you-, You know I-, Y/N, really Cass?” Azriel tries to form a coherent sentence.
It’s Nesta that responds. “She is not your property, shadowsinger. You do not own her.”
“You took advantage of h-” Azriel roars.
You roar right back.
“I wanted this Azriel! I wanted this with every fibre of my being. All three of us chose to be here. Nesta is right, you do not own me. We are three consenting adults. The only one who has no right to be here right now is you.” Your gaze pierces his, and you can see the hurt on his face. “Now, get out,” you spit, and he disappears into his shadows without another word.
With the shadowsinger gone, Cassian’s wings lower, and your head falls to rest on his sweaty chest. "Well, fuck me." Cassian grunts, his nose burying into your hair. You feel his chest rise and fall, the powerful thumps of his heart slowing with your own.
“I believe she just did, my dear mate.” Nesta muses, she slinks around the pair of you, coming up behind Cassian, and resting her head on his other shoulder. Your mixed arousal hangs heavy in the air, a reminder of the dalliance that had played out in the kitchen of the River House.
You want more. You want to feel Cass’s lips upon your own. You want to lick the sweat down his pectorals and taste the cum that was now pooling between your breasts. You wanted to feast upon Lady Death herself, and to have her feast upon you, to feel her sharp tongue against your cunt. This new development in your relationship felt natural. It felt right. You wanted to spend hours exploring the line between pleasure and pain, exhilaration and humiliation, domination and submission. You want more, and you can see in their eyes that they want more too.
But the tone has shifted, and you have Azriel to thank for that.
You sit up straight and push your wobbly legs up into a standing position. Cassian hisses as the air blows across the cooling slick left behind on his thigh. “Y/N,” he mumbles, “that was-”
“Incredible,” you finish for him, “that was pretty damn incredible.” You pull your robe closed and retie the stay at your waist. Nesta leans down and unties the bindings on her mate's wrists, he too rises to a standing position, retucking his spent cock into his underwear. Nesta slides her arm through his and the mates regard you appreciatively.
“I hope you don’t-”, Nesta trails off, words like glue in her mouth, “have any regrets?”
“Never,” you confirm. “My only regret is that we were interrupted.” You stare at the small smile that replaces the concern on Nesta’s features. You lean up and give them both a kiss on the cheek. “Good night my Lady. Good night General”. You stand back and give them a wink, “Let’s do this again soon, yeah?”
Come daylight, there would likely be some serious conversations to be had. But that could wait. For now, you turn on your heels and make your way back to the stairs.
“We’ll see you soon, kitten.”
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-Azriel-
Azriel winnows himself out into the estate gardens. His mind races and his shadows swarm, blocking out the light of the moon. His scarred hands are shaking, and with horror, rage or sadness he is unsure.
Cassian and Nesta… and Y/N?
He is baffled by what he saw transpiring in the kitchen.
He had been out on an after-dinner patrol and had arrived late into the night. He was used to the carnal activities of his brother and his mate and was keen on ignoring their sounds of pleasure when an unfamiliar cry of indulgence had piqued his interest. A third? he had wondered. But as his morbid curiosity had propelled him forward, he had realized that the new voice was not unfamiliar in the slightest. It was the voice of all his desire. The voice that had lived in his mind and in his dreams for the last 250 years. He reached the threshold to the kitchen and his worst nightmare was confirmed.
There had sat Cassian with his back to him, hands tied to the chair behind him. Nesta stood in front of him, a devilish grin on her face as she watched the events unfold. And there, saddled between the two, was Y/N. Her eyes closed, she violently rocked back and forth atop Cassian. He could not see what was happening in its entirety from behind his brother’s wings, but he could smell the heady scent of arousal oozing from every pore of the trios' bodies.
Azriel had watched Nesta lean over and whisper something in Y/N’s ear.
And then Y/N and Cassian were coming undone. Azriel stood, unable to move as he watched the female he loved, cum atop his brother. He couldn’t take it.
“What the Fuck is this?” The question tore out of his throat before he could stop it.
And then you had opened your eyes and whispered his name, and for a moment he allowed himself to imagine what it would have been like to be in Cassian’s place. To have felt you come undone for him…on him…with him.
But she hadn’t been with him. Y/N had chosen his brother and his brother’s mate of all the Fae in the Gods damned Court. He could not recollect the words he had spoken after that, anger and despair had blinded him. He was going to be sick.
He shoots up into the sky and heads to the House of Wind. He needs to be away from them all so that he doesn’t do anything else he would regret. His wings flap hard and fast, the cold air slicing against their membranes painfully. Good, he thinks to himself. He lands on the balcony at the House of Wind too soon, and he drops hard onto the marble floor. He needs to hit something so that he doesn’t hit his brother in the face.
Azriel stalks his way through the dining room with the intent of heading up to the sparring ring, when a shadow curls around his ear. Stop, it whispers, not right. The table. Azriel whirls back around and surveys his surroundings. His eyes narrow in on the table. On the table sits a book, likely left by Nesta, and the tray Lucien brought. The tray that holds the love potion. Correction, the tray that held the love potion. Azriel seizes the pitcher off of the tray. Empty. His mind races once again. Who would have taken it? Why not take the whole tray, the pitcher at the very least? Maybe, Cerrdiwen or Nuala dumped it out? No, they haven’t been up here today. Azriel has no idea what is going on.
His nose twitches as it perceives a faint scent. He turns back to the tray inspecting it closely. The jug and challis were bone dry, with not a drop of the elixir left. The note was long gone, burned to ash by his brother upon Lucien’s arrival earlier this evening. He turns his eyes then to the rose. The rose, which upon further inspection housed thorns coated in a thin layer of dried blood.
Y/N’s blood.
Y/N who was been at the Summer Court until right before dinner,
Y/N who had missed the discussion about the contents of the pitcher,
Y/N who had likely stopped by the House of Wind to drop off her bags before joining the family at dinner.
Y/N, who he had just been riding Cassian into oblivion.
“Fuck.”
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-Y/N-
You once again find yourself leaning against your bedroom door.
“What the glorious fuck was that?” you ask aloud, letting out a nervous chuckle. You had just participated in a three-sum with your best friend and his mate. Your best friend and his mate. Cassian and Nesta. The General and his Lady Death.
The names alone make you shiver.
The memory of your core ground against Cassian’s well-muscled thigh, Nesta whispering sin in your ear makes you clench your teeth, and your thighs. You let out a frustrated moan. This lustful hunger just won’t LEAVE, and the chance of further ministrations was halted by that winged fuck, Azriel. Azriel, whose eyes you had held as you road out your climax. Azriel, who had looked devastated as he saw you astride his brother. Had he been devastated? You wondered, or disappointed.
He has no right to be disappointed in anything that you do. He held no claim to your body, or to your heart. Well, he held no claim to your body and if he had known about the space he occupied in your heart, after all this time, and still had not acted upon it, well then he did not deserve even a sliver of the adoration you felt. Let him be disappointed, it was none of your concern.
He was none of your concern. Not his thoughts of your activities, nor his distaste for your actions. His glowing eyes did not deserve to behold you. His plush lips did not deserve to taste you. His rough fingers did not deserve to slip below the waistline of your panties, and-
Another frustrated groan tears through your throat as your knees quake, thighs snapping together, desperate for friction. You push off the door with a huff, walking towards your bathroom. You need to wash Cassian’s seed off of your body. You undo the tie at your waist and allow the now cum stained garment to join the others on the floor. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember that you had had panties on when you entered the kitchen. You can only hope that Nes and Cass had grabbed them during clean-up.
You draw yourself another ice-cold bath and submerge yourself fully. The cold water distracts your mind as you scrub your body and hair. Once you are thoroughly cleansed, you step out of the tub, wrap yourself in a fresh towel and you make your way back to your damn wardrobe. You pray to the Cauldron that this is your last outfit change of the night. You pull out a blue pyjama set with tight but pliant shorts and a cropped camisole. Not bothering with undergarments you quickly pull your clothes on and flop onto the bed.
You pull the covers up to your chin, mind blissfully blank from the cold bath… Until those glowing hazel eyes and sensuous lips hurtle around the walls of your mind. You think of his toned chest, glistening with sweat in the sparring ring, the curve of his wings as he holds himself with deadly precision. His intoxicating scent of night-chilled mist and cedar is almost upon your tongue as you imagine what it would be like for the shadowsinger to interrogate you like one of his prisoners. Cauldron boil me. Your hand travels to the hem of your shorts, and then lower still to your already slick slit. Your fingers easily find your swollen clit, and begin to swirl around it delectably. Your other hand comes up to palm your breast, when suddenly you hear a knock at your door.
Your fingers still.
You don’t answer, hoping that the nuisance will get the hint. You hear another sharp knock at the door, followed by a muffled voice. “Y/N, please let me in. It’s important.” The slight rise in his tone, has you muttering a quick ‘enter’. The door swings open and the shadowsinger slinks in, a fae light bobbing behind him.
His nose is immediately overwhelmed with scent. The heady scent of your arousal was emanating from every surface in the room. It was intoxicating the spymaster, your scent driving him to the edge of his wits.
An edge he is quickly pulled back from as he smells his brother’s scent intermingling, as well as the scent of another, Elain. He eyes the pile of soiled clothing on the floor, the evidence that confirms his suspicions. “Gods, Y/N.” He clears his throat. “I know you were not feeling yourself tonight, but-” he starts. Your eyes widen in surprise.
“Incorrect shadowsinger,” you stare at him, “I feel more myself than I ever have. Just more-”
“Free of inhibition?” he supplies.
“Suppose I was. What concern is it of yours?” Your lips purse.
“I figured you deserve to know what was happening.” Azriel moves to your bed, sitting on the edge. He reaches into the pocket of his leathers and produces a single crumpled red rose. All of a sudden forgotten memory floods your mind. A pitcher full of plum-coloured starlight. The burn of it on your lips, down your throat. You remember drinking and drinking until there was nothing left. The urge you felt to drink, warped and resurged as the desire for Elain, for Cassian and Nesta, and for Azriel. Your hand twitches at the thought, fingers still primed over your clit.
“So what was that mystery beverage, you all so lovingly forgot to label?”
Azriel snorts before replying, “Affectus Revelare.”
“No shit?” Bewilderment shines in your eyes.
“It’s a love potion of sorts-”
“I’m well aware of its side effects.” And you were, having heard stories of its potency from your brother. “I had just never seen it in person.”
Azriel huffs, trying hard to keep his face void of emotion. “I’d assume then that you know that any intense feelings of pleasure you acted upon while under its influence, were no fault of your own.”
“Let me make one thing absolutely clear, Azriel.” Your voice cut like glass, eyes as sharp as steel. “Anything I did tonight, I did because I wanted to. The bullshit spell does nothing but bring to the surface feelings I already have. I have no regrets about what I have done or will do tonight.” Azriel looks as though he is swallowing a mouthful of marbles.
“Right,” he hastily stands, “I suppose now that you are feeling…better, I should probably let you get some sleep.” He treads to the door, head low, shadows tight against his silhouette.
You should let him go, let you both stew overnight, and then try talking again. It is the smart thing to do. In spite of that, you curse your horny mouth as it opens and words fly out, “Who says I’m feeling better?”
He freezes two paces from the door. Whipping around to face you again, his eyes are alight with panic. You pull your stilled hand out of your shorts and sit up. The blanket pools at your waist, your puckered nipples on full display from underneath your shirt. Your hand, still coated in your slick shines under the fae light. He looks from your face to your chest, to your sex-slicked hand and back again. He blinks and his nostrils flare, likely scenting the new wave of arousal that was coursing through your veins.
In a flash he is back at your bedside, the back of his hand coming up and resting on your forehead. He is mumbling to himself. Cauldron, he’s having more mood swings than I am. “Care to share what the Hell you’re doing Azriel?”
“It must have been laced with something else,” he grimaces, “another tonic or elixir maybe. Something to increase potency,” he swallows. “Did you… finish when you were in the kitchen?”
“You were there, Az… You saw me… You know I did.”
“Well, it’s not a matter of your partner reaching completion. If Elain and Cassian both-”
You were unnerved that he knew about Elain as well. “Az, what are you trying to tell me?”
“Maybe you need to, erm, try again? Or perhaps, it is Nesta and not Cassian you truly desire? Perhaps if you-”
“Azriel. Stop with your nonsense ramblings.”
“No, Y/N. You don’t understand! Something must be wrong. Your desires should be satiated by now. Once you bedded the true object of your affection, the potion was supposed to wear off.” His eyes met yours, and you could see that his mind was running a mile a minute. He was still upset, but now concern sat at the front of his mind.
“I assume you tried with Elain first, and when that didn’t relieve your symptoms, you finally gave in to your basal instincts and realized it was Cassian, not Elain you truly desired.” Anger clouded your vision as he continues to spew utter garbage. “But you should be feeling better after your session in the kitchen. I should wake Rhys, perhaps he-”
You vault up to a kneeling position, shoving him with both hands. He staggers back a step.
“The hell you will! Do. Not. Wake my brother. What would be your plan for that anyways? ‘Oh Rhys, wake up! Your sister can’t stop fucking the other members of your Court! Oh please Rhys, come and get your little sister under control before she gets her horny over us all’ Ya, great plan Az.” Your eyes are burning with rage now, and your cunt pulses with a heartbeat of its own. You were yelling and you couldn’t make yourself stop. “Even so, everything I did tonight was something everyone involved consented to. There was no primal urge forcing me to finger fuck myself for hours, to fuck Elain, to ride Cassian. It was me. I wanted those things, and they wanted them too. And it was beautiful and passionate, and intense. I desired them all, hell I still do.” You take a deep breath. “But, did you, even for one second use your tiny brain to think that maybe Elain or Cassian or Nesta aren’t the dominant object of my affection? You stupid Illyrian brute.”
“Who’s left Y/N? Who? Who could it possibly be? Amren? Lucien?” Azriel’s hands fist into the blankets on your bed, his shadows flying, his words disjointed as his mind can’t stop racing. He doesn't notice that he too is now yelling. “Oh, it’s Lucien, isn’t it? I know you used to fuck but come on-”
“IT'S YOU, YOU INSOLENT ASSHOLE.”
Time stops as you watch the shadowsinger’s mask crack. You see a hundred different emotions ripple across his face, joy, wonder, thrill and love? But then you also see, confusion, anger, jealousy, betrayal, sorrow, and disgust. “Y/N,” he whispers, voice horse and cracked, “Y/N, you don’t want me- you can’t want me.”
“For Cauldron’s sake Azriel, I have loved you for the last two centuries! I wept and pined for you as you obsessed over Mor, and then I agonized over you as your affection turned to Elain. Not that I can blame you-”
“I have no interest in Elain.” He declares, eyes locked on yours. “I never did.”
“Bullshit.” You snort, “I’ve seen the way you stare at her, the way you follow her around-”
“I stared because you stared, Y/N. I followed because you followed. Elain is lovely, but it was you, not I, who obviously fell for her charms.”
You are at a loss for words now. Your jaw twitches. What does this mean? He wasn’t watching Elain. He doesn’t love Elain. Your entire body felt aflame. Sweat was gathering at the base of your neck leaving your hair damp. You wanted to combust, thigh trembling at this admission. Your nipples are taut, pressing tightly against your top. Your breath is shaky, “What are you telling me Azriel?”
“I-I, okay look,” Azriel grinds his teeth, “It doesn’t matter. What I’m telling you is that you are mistaken. It is not me you want.” He takes a step closer to you, his knees grazing the edge of your bed.
“Oh, I’m mistaken?” You lift yourself higher on your knees, edging closer to the Illyrian in front of you.
“Yes.”
You can feel his breath on your face.
“Then prove it.”
His lips crash down onto yours. The kiss is hard and rough, but his lips are as soft as velvet. His hands are at your waist, and he is pulling you up until you are flush with his chest. You gasp, and Azriel’s tongue surges forward into your open mouth, dominating your tongue with his own. Your hands snake up to his hair and pull hard at his black curls, bringing his body even closer to yours.
You pull both of your bodies back towards the bed, lips never separating. You work to unfasten his leathers, as you do. Agile fingers make quick work, and soon his chest is bare and heaving, his tattoos stark against his skin under the fae light. Tiny scars dance across his torso as his muscles ripple, and he pulls you to the head of the bed. He kneels above you now, one knee between your legs, hands resting on either side of your head as he braces himself. He begins to pull away from the kiss, so you nip his lip, a shrill whine leaving your throat. A bead of bright red blood wells on his lip. His eyes open, and you see that his pupils are blown wide. He watches your tongue dart out to lick the crimson ichor. His mouth clashes with yours once again, his body pinning you to the bed, as the coppery tang of blood mixes in your mouths. The elixir in your veins sings at the taste of his blood. Him. The very taste you craved.
You roll your hips against him and you can feel the bulge in his pants. Azriel growls, and he brings a hand down to your hips to halt your movements. His hand then travels up your body, leaving a burning trail up to the edge of your shirt. His hand stills for but a moment and you lift your back off of the bed in answer. Your lips separate once more as his hands pull the thin material up and over your head. He beholds your naked flesh as if he were a male damned to the gallows. As if you would be the last sight he sees. You hear him mutter under his breath, a plea or a prayer, but you can’t quite make it out.
“Az.”
He unleashes himself on you.
His lips devour yours, a battle of teeth and tongues. His mouth moves down your neck, leaving hard wet kisses in his wake. He reaches the crook of your neck, mouth suckling your skin. His teeth brush the bruise that is forming there. And then he is clamping his teeth into your flesh. The force of the bite makes your body tremble. The sharp pain causes a scream to rip through your lungs, your hands fly up to grasp his shoulder blades, your nails shredding against his skin. The pain fades to a deep throb, pulsing in time with your needy cunt.
Your neck stings as his mouth pulls away. He offers you a smirk and you can see your blood in his mouth. He’s on you again, lips trailing down your collarbone to the valley between your breasts. His tongue trails lazy strokes against your dewy flesh before his lips clamp around one of your pert nipples. He groans at the taste of your flesh, his tongue flicking against it. You let out a shriek of ecstasy, your hips bucking up against his groin. You thrust against him, desperate for friction. His hand gives your other breast a rough squeeze in response.
“Please Az. I need you.” You were gasping the words, stuttering with every hard suck, “I need you inside me. Now.”
His lips leave your breast with a diabolical pop. “Patience, little one.” A small smile graces his lips, “Not until I’ve tasted your sweet cunt.”
The weight of his body leaves you, but before you can question him, you feel two strong hands clamp around your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Azriel’s thumbs hook into the waistband of your shorts, and they quickly join the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
You lay completely bare before him. He spreads your legs, and he falls to his knees, eyes in line with your dripping cunt. Your arousal has seeped down your thighs and to the bedsheets below. He utters your name in worship as he lowers his mouth to your core.
He feasts like a man starved, drowning in your arousal as your thighs clamp around his head, your core pulsing with the need to be filled. His tongue flicks against your clit, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through you. His scarred hands clamp around your thighs as he pulls you impossibly closer. His tongue thrusts into your hole and you see white. You are so close to the edge, so close to climax.
“Az-. Az! Please, Please Cauldron, please. I’m close.” You’re moaning, pulling at his hair to make him look up at you. “Please, I want to cum with your inside me.”
His fingers lessen their grip, and his mouth leave your sex. His lips are glistening with your juices, as his hands travel to the buckles at his thigh, removing the sheath containing Truth-Teller, next he works the ties of his boots and pants, both are quickly discarded. With a tug of his undershorts, the Spymaster of the Night Court stands before you in all of his glory, and he is magnificent.
His cock throbs against his stomach as he watches you watch him. He fists his rock-hard length and he looks at you with a question burning in his eyes, giving you a chance to turn him away. But you need him, you burn for him.
“I need you inside of me Azriel.” You can feel the head of his cock brush against your folds, your head falling back and you whine at the contact, “Fuck me. Gods fuck me.” His cock rubs against your sex a few more times, your slick lubricating his length, and then he is slowly pushing inside of you.
Your cunt stretches, and you’re not sure if you’re moaning in pain or in rapturous pleasure. He stills for a moment, halfway inside you, letting your body acclimate to his thick member. He leans down and leaves a chaste kiss against your lips.
“Ready?” he asks, voice low, strained with the effort to remain still.
“Yes.”
He pulls his cock out all the way out, and with a buck of his hips, completely sheaths himself inside of you. Again and again, his hips slam against yours, cock pistoning in and out of you. His cock fills you completely, your cunt stretched as far as it can, and each vein along his shaft rubs deliciously against you. The tip of his cock brushes against your spongey tissue and you whail in bliss.
“Harder.”
He complies, his hips fracturing against your pelvis, driving him further inside of you. Your hands reach around and grab his ass, driving him even deeper. The fae lights are flickering in and out, the bed is shaking, cracking against the wall, and you are screaming, and screaming, insane from the pleasure.
You plummet over the edge, wailing his name as your orgasm cleaves you in two.
Azriel follows you over the cliff, his wings flare wide, and he lets out a roar as his thick cum paints your insides. His pace begins to slow as he continues to thrust in and out, prolonging your pleasure. He stills inside of you but doesn’t pull out immediately, taking his time to fully unsheath himself, savouring the feeling of you around him.
“Y/N…” his voice is hoarse. He starts to pull away, but you just lean in and capture his lips with another kiss.
“Let’s talk about what this means later Az. For now,” your eyes shine bright in the moonlight and it takes his breath away, “for now, can you just hold me?” He nods and swallows hard. Shimming up to the head of the bed, you both slide under your covers, he tucks you into his side, arm draped around your waist. Your head rests on his chest, and you breathe in the scent of his sweat and musk.
You can feel his come slowly trickle down your leg.
You feel complete and satiated. The roar in your veins from the potion has gone, left in its place was love. Your eyes feel heavy and you begin to drift off to sleep. “Told you so,” you mumble. You’re fast asleep now, and miss the look of regret that crosses the Shadowsingers face.
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Hours later you awaken to an empty bed.
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Allergies | Elain x Reader
Day 11: Ingredients and Spells w/ Elain Archeron
Summary: Elain wants to visit the new cat cafe in Velaris, but can’t because of your allergies, so she comes up with a creative solution…
Word Count: ~1k
Warnings: animal parts, little explosions, cute tiny kitties
A/N: I’ve never written for Elain before, but this was inspired by the fact that I’m going to visit a cat cafe later today (I want a cat so bad) hope you enjoy<3
Requests are open!
You knew she’d been working on something new.
It was hard not to tell, really, when she was holed up in her room most of the day, strange scents that were mostly herbal if not a bit acidic leaking out from under the door. After a few of Feyre’s complaints, worried about Nyx inhaling too much of it, Elain eventually complied and used a towel to block out the bottom of the door with a neatly folded towel.
It wasn’t very clear what had thrown her into her work so avidly, but even your questioning didn’t get anything out of her, and she only stated that it was important, a determined gleam in her eye.
It might’ve been when she’d brought up visiting a cat cafe that had just opened up nearby in Velaris, the courtesy of a few humans migrating all the way to Velaris somehow, eager to explore Fae lands now that the Wall was gone.
You were quick to point out that you were quite allergic to cats and saw how defeated she looked. You felt bad about it, suggesting that maybe she should just go with her sisters or the other friends she’d made in the group baking classes she’d started attending, but she’d simply shaken her head.
And then she’d gone to consult Madja, carried some very heavy books back to her room, and been holed up for almost two days in a row.
You should’ve realized what she was trying to do sooner, but you hadn’t and had instead gotten sick of not seeing her, barging into her room one afternoon with a huff, raising a brow at what you saw.
Different samples of plants were everywhere, with various strange gatherings, such as the foot of a hare, a deer’s antlers, a frog’s eye, and a gathering of crow or raven’s feathers. There was a small bowl placed on her desk, a bubbling liquid inside, though it wasn’t a cauldron.
It didn’t take much thought to realize why she didn’t like cauldrons.
You both caught each other’s eye, staring at each other for a few moments before you finally broke the silence.
“I thought Nesta specialized in witchcraft?”
You asked teasingly, raising a brow as you closed the door behind you, Mother forbid Nyx get a whiff of plants, and walked slowly over to her desk, watching as she opened her mouth, closing it, before opening it again as her cheeks grew red.
“It’s just—you said you were allergic, so I figured I’d figure out how to fix it, but the recipe won’t work—“
She stammered out, and you hummed, watching her slender fingers flip the pages of a particularly thick book that looked ancient to a page about allergies and how to make them less potent.
You smiled warmly at how much effort she’d put into this, just to try and help you feel involved. The instructions were complicated, with the typical witchy ingredients, most of which she’d laid out on the table, and the ground or chopped herbs preserved in jars or laid out in separate bowls.
“We could do it together?”
You suggested, and she seemed to think for a moment, before nodding, her face breaking into a gentle smile as she took her spot to your right, listing off the ingredients and measurements as you picked up a few measuring cups from her desk, laying them out in order from largest to smallest, before organizing the ingredients in the order that they needed to be used.
A bundle of rosemary.
A hare’s foot.
Shavings of a deer’s antler.
A tablespoon of cilantro.
Frog’s eye.
A few more random spices and herbs that were odd, before sprinkling a few dark bird feathers over the mixture, and a large poof that felt like an explosion had you and Elain both stepping back, a hand around her waist, holding her behind you.
“You alright?”
You asked, looking her over, making sure nothing was too bad, and she nodded, looking you over for the same reason. Both of you glanced at your hand on her hip, freezing for a moment, before you chuckled nervously and pulled away.
Her cheeks were red yet again, but a bit of awe entered her eye as she slowly crept up to the bubbling mixture in the bowl on her desk, greenish in color, an aroma of clovers seeming to surround it, mixed with freshly cut grass.
“Well, we did it.”
She muttered, fingers gingerly wrapping around the bowl, pouring it into a small cup as it swirled, a bit of steam coming off.
“Drink up?”
She offered you the cup, a nervous smile pulling at her lips as she watched your expression, the slight bit of sweat dripping down your forehead at the thought of drinking it. You accepted the cup, raising it in a gesture of cheers, putting it to your lips, and tilting your head back quickly, the thick liquid sliding down without you even needing to swallow.
It didn’t taste great, to say the least.
But after the cup was empty, you handed it back to her, trying not to regurgitate whatever you’d just drank.
Not even an hour later, the both of you were sitting at the cat cafe, little kittens bouncing around, running all about as the both of you settled on the soft, carpeted floor, chatting idly while waiting for the cats to approach any of you. Eventually, a few kittens shyly approached, the one with the most energy taking messy steps, stopping to sniff at the puff of the bottom of Elain’s sundress, deeming it acceptable as it crawled onto the material, promptly falling asleep.
Two others sniffed at either of your hands, little claws tugging on your skin as they shakily crawled their way up to your sleeves, settling into the nook of your neck, both cuddled up.
You were pleased to find that you didn’t even feel a hint of a sneeze coming on, no snot, no coughing, no dry or scratchy throat, or even any sinus pressure at all afterward.
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ACOTAR CHARACTERS X READER, “ CAN I GET X’s NUMBER?”
summary: you ask them for someone else's number while they have a crush on you.
warnings: light swearing, tiny bit of suggestiveness in rhysands, ooc elain but idc i love her and she's funny in my eyes
amara's note: This is probs my fav text thread so far
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requests are open!
hi there! i've been around for a while, but i'm just now starting to engage and post here for myself. i'm a writer, mostly of fanfic but also of some other wips, and i want to extend my services to the tumblr side of the internet! i write for a slew of characters that are all wildly different, which i'll list below. send a message to my inbox with your ideas! i'll hear anything out and let ya know if i'm cool with it.
also, here's a link to my acotar fic on ao3 should you desire proof that i can, in fact, write:
the lineup:
sjm universe
azriel
cassian
nesta archeron
elain archeron
eris vanserra
lucien vanserra
aedion ashryver
chaol westfall
rowan whitethorn
fenrys moonbeam
lysandra
ruhn danaan
tharion ketos (sue me)
harry potter
james potter
remus lupin
harry potter
ron weasley
fred weasley
hermione granger
cedric diggory
lotr
aragorn
legolas
thranduil
maedhros
thorin oakenshield
misc
carmy berzatto (the bear)
tristan caine (the atlas six)
callum nova (the atlas six)
parisa kamali (the atlas six)
matthias helvar (six of crows)
nikolai lanstov (king of scars)
geralt of rivia (the witcher)
daemon targaryen (hotd)
rhaenyra targaryen (hotd)
robb stark (got)
jaime lannister (got)
honestly ask me and i'll probably be happy to write abt them!
#idk what i'm doing on here but here goes#azriel x reader#cassian x reader#lucien vanserra x reader#eris vanserra x reader#nesta archeron x reader#elain archeron x reader#aragorn x reader#legolas x reader#thranduil x reader#matthias helvar x reader#tristan caine x reader#nikolai lanstov x reader#aedion ashryver x reader#chaol westfall x reader#rowan whitethorn x reader#ruhn danaan x reader#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#cedric diggory x reader#hermione granger x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#requests are open#this hellsite has become a hellhome#love u all
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can I request Yandere platonic sisters Nesta Feyre and Elian from ACOTAR x gender, neutral headcons. Can I also request that later read it becomes High fae like his/her sisters, I don’t know how your decision by the cauldron, or you could write that Feyre and reader had to do the trials and died, and the high Lords resurrected reader from the dead. I feel like that would be interesting or another thing that could be interesting is what is reader was thrown in the cauldron and got a super power like rewriting reality like chaos magic like Wanda Nesta with her death magic and reader with his/her chaos magic.❤️❤️❤️❤️ good luck with you exams 😊🫂
❝ 🔥 — lady l: I kind of ended up not doing the powers part otherwise it would have been too long, at least in that part. But if you want to ask for a second part, feel free to ask! Hope you like it, anon! ❤️🥰
❝🌹tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, unhealthy platonic relationships, jealousy, forced transformation.
❝ ⭐pairing: yandere platonic!archeron's sister's x gn!reader, yandere!nesta archeron x gn!reader, yandere!elain archeron x gn!reader and yandere!feyre archeron x gn!reader.
From the beginning it was always you and them. Your family was close to the Archeron's when they were still rich, your parents had common interests and you grew up together with Nesta, Elain and Feyre. Always close and always attached, even after the death of the matriarch and the loss of the family's money and status.
Your parents distanced themselves, as did most of those people who called themselves friends, from the Archeron's after the loss of their fortune, but not you. You always stuck with them and even after several warnings from your family, you never abandoned them. Not even when your family kicked you out of the house, tired of your deplorable attitude by their standards.
That's how you ended up living with the Archeron's in the small cottage, that was the trigger for the beginning of their obsession.
Nesta was the closest sister to you while you were growing up, you were similar in age so you were always close. She adored you, even if she didn't always show it, but you knew she liked you. Her insults were never directed at you and she always protected you if someone said something about you.
She is very protective of you, bordering on possessive. Nesta only wants the best for you, she can't fail you, she needs it. She need's you. You are the only person she truly allows herself to be vulnerable to and the only person who truly understands her, who doesn't see her as a monster. Nesta knows she cannot lose you, not like she lost her fortune and her mother.
Elain had always been so sweet and graceful, her smiles could charm anyone and she knew how to charm you. Fragile and sometimes naive, Elain counts on you for everything. To be protected and loved. She has developed a strong emotional dependence on you and can no longer be without you.
She knows how to manipulate you in a subtle way, with a sweet smile, a soft look and full of tears. Elain always gets your attention. She wants to be the most loved by you, your favorite and she doesn't like sharing your attention. You were hers, her friend, someone she held dear, and she couldn't lose you. You wouldn't leave her, Elain would make sure of that.
Feyre became very attached to you and dependent, almost seeing you as a father/mother figure, due to the way you took care of her and her family. You and her were always together, you helped her hunt when you could to keep you and them fed, but you also helped with whatever you could. Feyre was very grateful for that.
She grew up being dependent on you, sharing a close bond with you, and always needing your affirmation. Feyre values your acceptance, your love and your compliments, secretly bragging about them. She is quite possessive of your attention and would often take you with her just so you can be with her.
They were always fighting with each other for your affection and approval and you often had to break up the fight before it got worse. This continued for a long time, until the day Feyre killed the wolf in the forest and all of your lives changed. Feyre was taken by a fae to Prythian and you were left helpless, unable to help her. Feyre's heart hurt so much when she was forced to leave you, that she cried in your arms. Nesta and Elain watched everything with skepticism and concern.
The next time you met Feyre was after she was sent back to her family by Tamlin. Your condition had improved and your status had returned thanks to the High Lord, but you missed her. You and Nesta tried to cross the Wall to look for her but were unsuccessful.
As soon as Feyre returned home, you held each other for what seemed like hours. She looked healthier and more alive, just like all of you. Elain hadn't realized that Feyre had been taken to Prythian, bewitched, but you and Nesta had. You noticed and for the time you were together, it was just like old times.
Until Feyre decided to return to Prythian, in love with the High Lord and she tried to convince you to go with her. Nesta protested vehemently, accusing her sister of wanting to put you in danger. Elain didn't understand everything, but she didn't want you to go and although you didn't want to leave Feyre helpless, you were convinced to stay on Nesta and Elain's account. Feyre was hurt but understood and decided to venture out for herself. She swore she'd come back for you, though.
You, Nesta, and Elain stayed together for the next few months, just the three of you and although there were still occasional fights between the two, everything was fine. You lived well and comfortably, with plenty of food and you didn't need to freeze from the cold. You hadn't heard from Feyre until the day she came back, completely different.
She was no longer human, but a High Fae, and you were shocked when you heard her story. Your heart sank when you found out what had happened to her, for everything she had been through and you blamed yourself for not having been there to help her. Feyre hugged you and told you it wasn't your fault.
She needed help and you met the Illyrians, not being as afraid as Nesta and Elain, but you protected them anyway. Nesta didn't want them near you and Elain, while Elain was scared and clung to you as if you could protect her if they wanted to attack her. Fortunately, you reached an agreement and everything was resolved.
Until the day Hybern broke into your house and took you all there. Elain was crying and Nesta was grunting with hate and you were so scared. Feyre's heart stopped when she saw the three of you trapped, so human and so defenseless against Hybern's soldiers, and even more so when you were thrown into the Cauldron.
You and Nesta screamed in hatred as Elain was thrown in and came out as one High Fae, Nesta the next and you cried as you saw your sisters so helpless. You were next and you tried to fight, but it was in vain and all you remembered was the cold, black water of the Cauldron stealing your humanity.
When Feyre and Nesta saw you coming out of the Cauldron, now a High Fae and broken, they knew they were going to destroy the whole place. Elain clung to you, crying in your arms and you held her, your heart aching and your mind numb. Nesta and Feyre were furious.
They wouldn't let you get hurt again. Feyre swore, Nesta made a death promise, and even sweet Elain would kill the King of Hybern for it. For ruining your lives, for hurting you. No one hurt you and got away with it, not even him.
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#yandere acotar#yandere a court of thorns and roses#yandere nesta archeron#dark!nesta archeron#nesta archeron x reader#yandere elain archeron#dark!elain archeron#elain archeron x reader#yandere feyre archeron#dark!Feyre archeron#Feyre archeron x reader#yandere headcanons#platonic yandere#headcanons
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Kinktober 2023 Day 2 - Spanking (Elain Archeron x reader)
A/N: Day 2 from my Kinktober masterlist! Smut! (18+ plz)
Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
"I didn't wanna have to do this, baby," you coo as your hand rubs soothing circles into your mate's red and tender right ass cheek. Elain whimpers, a pitiful whine falling from her lips as she wiggles where she's bent over your lap, her hands obediently clasped at the small of her back.
"I-I'm sorry," she cries, voice stuffy from the tears she's shed while you've smacked her ass raw for the past thirty minutes.
"Hmmm, I don't think you are," your hand rears back, landing yet another harsh slap, this time to her other cheek. She squeals, her body jerking forward as she huffs into the comforter. She's panting, her face red, her body covered in sweat.
"If you hadn't acted like such a fucking slut earlier, I wouldn't be punishing you right now." You land two quick smacks, enjoying the way her cheeks ripple under your hand, the imprint of the wedding ring you adorn leaving a distinct bruise on her flesh.
She sobs, her knuckles turning white where she grips her own wrist. Again, you rub the ache you've caused, then drift your hand downwards to her sopping cunt. When your fingers meet her slick entrance, you click your tongue. She groans while you tease her clit, then gasps when you give the bundle of nerves a harsh pinch.
"Do you like making me angry?"
She shakes her head rapidly, her facing turning to the side as she strains to look at you over her shoulder, desperate to make sure you know how truly sorry she is.
"No, no, no," she breaks off into a cry, "I-I swear I didn't mean to upset you."
"Shh, Elain," you coo, hand coming to swipe the sweaty hair away from where it's plastered to her face. "I want to believe you, but I saw the way you laughed with him, my love, how you touched Azriel's arm like a desperate whore." You spit the last word like a curse, and your mate cries out again as you smack the tender flesh once more.
You laugh quietly at the feeling of her cunt dripping onto your naked thighs. "I think you are liking this, baby, and then it's not much of a punishment, hmm?"
She shakes her head. "I'm s-sorry," she whines, "you know I l-love you." Her voice is muffled, both by the tears and where she's pressed into the bed. "I didn't mean a-anything by it, promise." She clenches in preparation for another spank, and you can't help but grin at how well your pretty little mate is trained.
Again, you massage her inflamed ass. You hum as her body begins to relax, thinking her apology has finally satisfied you.
"I don't think you've quite learned your lesson yet, pretty girl."
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A/N: My first time writing for Elain! I honestly had a good bit of fun :) I look forward to writing more for her this Kinktober!
#sarah j maas#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#elain archeron x reader#elain archeron#elain archeron smut#elain archeron x reader smut#elriel#elain acotar#pro elain#acomaf#acowar#acosf#acofas#acotar thoughts#acotar fanfiction#acotar fic#acotar smut#kinktober#kinktober 2023
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i tend to write mainly for az bc little is known canonically so hes kinda malleable for stories, hes hot, and also the most popular for fics so high engagement (im like crow w trinkets) but i do wanna write for other ppl sooo
#im here to provide content for the starving#my polls#cassian x reader#eris x reader#eris vanserra x reader#lucien x reader#lucien vanserra x reader#rhysand x reader#morrigan x reader#nesta x reader#feyre x reader#feyre archeron x reader#elain x reader#elain archeron x reader
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