#Rhys fluff

[illyrian-dreamer]

Make a bargain with me

Rhys x reader angst/fluff one shot

Summary: Your unrequited love for your High Lord has seen you distancing yourself not just from Rhys, but the entire inner circle. Rhys is concerned, and confronts you.

Word count: 2.2k

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You shifted uncomfortably under Rhys’s stare, keeping your eyes fixed the night’s horizon, still with anticipation of starfall that was yet to begin.

“What’s going on Y/N?” he asked softly. 

He had sprung you from your hideaway. It was stupid, really, to think you could escape him, or that he wouldn't follow. 

Tonight on Starfall, when your family and friends were drinking and laughing and toasting to a better year ahead, you had held yourself back, observing from the sidelines, longing to partake as you had each year before.

But things were different now, you were different. It had been a stressful year to say the least – too many losses, too many sacrifices made on missions that you couldn’t come to terms with. Choices made, last words said – the turmoil of your mistakes was a constant loop in your mind, each of your missions weighing heavier than the last, a little piece of you left behind on along the way.

And where you would usually confess or turn to your family for the support you desperately craved, it was all skewed by the devastating, gut-wrenching love you had developed for your High Lord.

You wondered what your friends might say – their snorts and sorry smiles as you dreamed of a life with not just any High Lord, but the High Lord of the Night Court, who was only just finding his feet. 

It was only shy of a decade since Rhys lost his sister and mother, leaving the male to wade through the trenches of grief alone, which were only deepened by the weight of responsibility as he assumed position as High Lord of the Night Court. You hadn't known him before he recruited you to the inner circle, but in your few years of working for Rhys, he had aged, maturing into his title and proving himself as a true and honest leader.

And in those years, not once had you seen him take to a lover or celebrate romance in his life. You knew that your love for Rhys would be nothing more than an imposition – a burden for him to manage in a world where he was not ready to love again, especially not someone like you. 

But concealing your feelings had a very true affect in physicality – you were plagued with guilt, rigid  by unrequited, unconfessed love practically bursting to come out. Skittish manoeuvres to avoid his touch, aloofness at times where you were known to share and console – you had done excellent work to distance yourself from Rhys, and with it the rest of the inner circle. 

Even the blatant probing by Cassian to open up, or gentle suggestions from Azriel to join them on flights went politely declined as you assured them you were fine. And the times where your work was too much, when you needed to tell your High Lord the burdens you were baring and seek comfort from him as a friend – instead you bottled it up, unsure of what you might confess and afraid of the very real affect of someone who was not yet ready to love. 

Rhysand had been particularly observant tonight. Your own behaviour was predictable as of late, but after the first bashful glances to the ground, reddened cheeks where you used to bite back, and the distant, distracted manner in which you watched on – you felt watchful violet eyes on you all evening.

The tipping point had been Rhysand’s speech, a glass of auburn liquid raised high as he spoke to his sincere care and affection for each of you in his circle. He was thankful for all of you, for being the self-made family he could have only ever dreamed of having. But as he spoke to each of the members, starting with his second-in-charge, followed by Mor, Cassian then Azriel, you had slipped from the room before he could get to you. 

Because in that speech - he had shown that he still loved, just not in the way that you craved. And if you had learnt anything through both your career at the Night Court and from Rhys himself – it was that happiness could be stolen in an instant. 

So you fled, heart thumping as you craved fresh air – overwhelmed with cyclical thoughts and foolish amounts of fae wine. 

After a polite ten minutes, Rhys had followed, finding the flattened patch of roof you often sought out after long missions, now stripping you bare under his gaze.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

Rhys winced with worry. “I asked what’s going on with you?”

You forced a small smile, keeping your breathing as even as you could. You were trained to stay calm when interrogated, but somehow this was harder than some of the life threatening circumstances you had endured. It was almost laughable.

"Nothing at all," you forced your eyes to his, your stomach dropping at his beauty.

Rhys’s face remained concerned, completely unconvinced. 

“Is it work?”

“No.” A half-truth.

Rhys nodded, a sense of relief that his court was not to blame.

A few moments of silence, you were burning from within, cheeks flushing yet again. You allowed for a moment to imagine his reaction if you were to tell him. Imagined his face as you confessed your feelings for him – your High Lord, your employer. How ridiculous and wildly inappropriate. 

Your face flushed a deeper pink at the shame of it. Rhys’s eyes dotted to your cheeks, not missing a thing.

He leveled a look at you. “You can always be honest with me.” You felt a gentle caress on your mental shields, and it was an instinct you cursed yourself for to seize them higher at his touch.

You moved your eyes back to the horizon, sighing with frustration. He was here, he cared – perhaps you could just, try?

“How did you do it?” you asked ominously, a pained frown pulling at your brow.

Rhys shifted at your question, brows raising in surprise. “Do what?”

You cleared your throat. “How did you let yourself love again, when you know how quickly it can be taken away?”

Rhys nodded slowly, violet eyes softening with understanding.

“Would you believe me if I said it was easy?” he replied.

You gave a small laugh, looking down at your hands. “No, actually.”

“Well it was.”

Another beat of silence. 

“Opening my home to all of you, creating this family is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, because it was meant to be.”

You nodded back. You would never tell him how easy it is for you to fall in love with him too. How quickly it had happened, how natural it felt for you.

“I would risk everything I have to have to keep you all safe and content, even just for one more day.”

His words struck you. Risk – there was too much to lose.

“I would risk everything I have for anyone I love, I think,” he continued. “I know that now, that it’s important to let go of what I can’t control, and let myself risk it all.”

He loved your family so dearly – it felt traitorous to indulge in the idea that your love could evolve past the sincere platonic form that it took now. You were greedy, spoilt.

“But that doesn’t just apply to my love for my court.”

Huh?

“As you know, anyone I care for is automatically a target beyond Velaris. My brothers, Mor, Amren.” Rhys paused. “And you.”

You looked up at him, his violet eyes unreadable as stars winked in their depths.

“I don’t want you to risk what you have for me,” your voice was barely a whisper, and you wondered if he sensed the deeper implication of your words.

Rhys wore a soft, sideways smile as he spoke. “You are well worth the risk.”

You were sure he could hear your fastened heart, no longer able to conceal your feelings. For a year your secret had lived at the tip of your tongue, threatening to ruin everything you had. It was too much to bare.

Silent tears started to run down your cheeks.

Rhys’s eyebrows clenched in concern, and he stepped towards you, reaching to brush them away with a stroke of of his cool fingers. You tried to step away, turning your face in shame – but he held your shoulders, a gentle hand pulling your chin to face him.

Violet beheld you again, and you forced yourself to not look away. Maybe you could face him, face your truth. Maybe, you could be as brave as him.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N,” Rhys said softly, his hands cupping your face as he brushed away your tears. “I don’t think I need to tell you that I’m very fond of you.”

Your heart thrummed, pulsing with instinct. Say it, out loud, risk it! it seemed to shout.

You bought your hands up to his, holding them as you took a deep breath.

“And I am fond of you.”

Rhys’s face lit up as stars twinkled in his eyes. He was devastatingly handsome, and the smile that pulled at his sharp cheek bones threatened your knees to buckle.

You couldn’t help the tears that kept running. You were given in, risking it all, and there was no coming back. 

Rhys leaned in close to your face, his fresh scent filling the air around you. He placed a gentle kiss on each of your tear stained cheeks before licking the salty liquid from his perfect lips.

You stared at him in awe, his beauty enveloping your view.

“Fond, on my behalf, is an understatement,” he murmured, tilting your chin upwards to him. 

A gentle hand snaked behind your back, pulling you against his body. The feeling of him softly pressed to you made you throb, and you continued to stare up at his face, unable to hide your own shock. 

He brushed your hair behind your ear, before cupping your jaw.

“So beautiful,” he said again, before leaning down and placing his lips on yours gently.

The kiss was soft, more attentive than you had ever experienced. You succumbed to it, letting your body relax into his hold as he pulled you in closer with the arm at your back, strengthening to hold your knees truly gave out at his touch.

You own arms naturally made their way to his hair and neck, trying to pull yourself closer.

Rhys chuckled into the kiss, inhaling as he traced his tongue along your lips, asking for permission.

A moan escaped you as you gained Rhys his entrance, his tongue sliding sensually over yours.

Your skin was alight, senses heightened and perked as every part of you ached and begged to never let go.

But a guilty conscience had Rhys pulling away from your lips, a small smirk pulling at your frustrated moan.

“Y/N,” he straightened, suddenly more serious. “I didn't come here to only confess my affection.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” you hummed, fingers on your mouth as your lips tingled with his lingering touch.

When Rhys chuckled, you swore it pleased the Gods.

“The others are just as concerned as I am. You’re withdrawn, proper sleep has escaped you for months, and–"

Your mouth twitched, before you flew up to plant a quick peck on his lips, silencing him. “And what of you, High Lord? How much do you burry in that head of yours? It is hard to know how much to burden onto you, when you are already dealing with so much.”

Violet eyes danced between yours in thought. “Make a bargain with me.”

Your brow quirked. “Pardon me?”

“Promise me, to share the things with which you need support so you may not burden them alone. And I will promise to do the same.”

“Rhys,” you breathed, honoured yet anxious at the vulnerability weaved into a bargain such as that. “Do you know what you’re asking each of us to confess?”

Rhys smiled, shaking his head. “With conditions, of course. This will be for those things that you know you shouldn’t keep to yourself, the truths you know the other would want to help with.”

You couldn't help the grin that pulled at your cheeks. “You’re mad.”

Rhys flicked your nose. “I know what it is to rot from within, Y/N. And in a world of magic and power and darkness, I will not let you burden it alone.”

“Rysand…”

Rhys all but moaned, pulling you in for a searing kiss. “Say yes,” he murmured against your lips.

With clenched eyes, you nodded, aware of the itching sensation on your neck as Rhys enveloped you with another kiss, the etching of your bargain searing to your skin. 

A gentle talon stroked at your mind then, hinting with sensuality.

You opened your eyes, forcing your shields down for the first time in years. 

Rhys growled as he entered your mind, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you deeply. And as the night sky became alive with iridescent streaks of light, the beginnings of starfall went neglected as you and Rhys explored a world of your own.

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AN: Hello dreamers, I just had to get out a one-shot, and I had a few requests to write for the most handsome High Lord! I sincerely hope you liked this, I haven't done a one-shot in a HOT minute!! So glad to be back with them. Comment to join my main tag list anytime, MWA!

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[shadowdaddies]

Close to You

Rhysand x Reader

A/N: I am exhausted and need Rhys to... comfort me

Warnings: this is mostly fluff but def smut too, cockwarming, somnophilia-ish (that's where this would head if there was a part 2)

The soft rug dragged against your feet as you trudged into your mate’s office, Rhys looking up at you through his reading glasses while you shuffled closer.

A slow smile appeared on his lips, tongue flicking out as he took in the sight of you in your nightgown and bed-ruffled hair. “You are up late, darling,” he purred, violet eyes twinkling like starlight.

A soft, silent yawn left you, limbs stretching as your legs carried you around the desk to where your mate sat. “I missed you,” you admitted, leaning against the desk as one foot crossed over to slide along his thigh. 

Rhys swallowed thickly, his power flickering throughout the room as he struggled to control himself. “What do you need from me, my love?”

Suppressing the wicked smirk you felt within, you allowed your eyes to rove over his body. Rhys’s unbuttoned shirt displayed his tattooed, toned chest, his tightening slacks leaving nothing to the imagination. 

“I just want to be near you.” The admission left you in a breathless whisper, eyes growing hazy as you straddled his lap, settling over the hardened length beneath you.

Settling against his warm chest, you relished in the feeling of your synchronized heartbeats as your muscles relaxed in his hold. Everything in you felt at peace, except for the ache in your core at his arousal pressing against your own, his scent growing stronger and darker in the air.

Rhys’s arms enveloped you, your arms wrapping around his neck as he continued to attempt to work on the papers laid out before him. Leaning forward to gather ink on his quill, your mate’s crotch brushed against yours in a way that evoked a high pitched mewl from you.

Sharp teeth bit into the skin of your neck, tongue flicking out to soothe the sore skin as Rhys’s voice invaded your mind. 

It is very... challenging... to keep my composure, when you make sounds like that.

“Then don’t,” you whispered aloud, leaning back to look in his lust-filled eyes, hands dipping to the waistband of his pants. 

Rhys groaned, hips rolling up against your own, head tilting back against his chair. Your face flushed at the sight of his cock as it sprang free, pussy clenching around nothing at the mere thought of him being inside of you, stretching your walls in painful pleasure as he hit the deepest parts of you.

“I have work to do, though,” he gritted out, voice pained as Rhys looked to you for mercy. “I need to feel you, darling, please.”

Hands cupped his sharp jaw, tilting his face towards your own as fingers slid through onyx locks to tug him impossibly close. The tip of his cock rubbed your folds, making it difficult to focus as your own head fell from his lips, collapsing against his shoulder. 

One hand guiding Rhys’s lips to your neck, the other slid down his toned chest to his cock, lining him up with your entrance. Sliding down, your hand gripped his neck, his teeth digging into yours at the sensation.

“That’s so good,” you murmured. “So deep.”

Another small yawn escaped you, your desire for Rhys at odds with your own exhaustion. 

“Sleep, my love,” he murmured, chest pressed against your own as he picked up his quill to return to his work. “I’ll take care of you soon enough.”

“Mm,” you moaned, half-asleep and warm in his arms, the safest place in the world for you. You felt a kiss press to the top of your hair, love flowing through the bond as you fell asleep with Rhys deep inside of you.

Part 2

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[theostrophywife]

mind games.

author's note: just a feral little drabble about the high lord punishing his bratty mate with the help of the shadowsinger. be warned, it's absolutely filthy babes 💜💙💜💙

rhysand loved to tease.

he lived for the push and pull, the give and take, and the high lord wasn’t above playing dirty to get what he wanted. making you flustered was like a drug to him; the sight of your flushed cheeks, the prim little way you clenched your thighs together, the heat in your gaze as you blinked away the images he sent down the bond—all of it was a potent dose and still he couldn’t get enough.

but tonight you decided that it was high time that you give your mate a taste of his own medicine. especially since he seemed to love riling you up during the most inopportune time. throughout the day, rhysand made sure to send images down the bond of the things he couldn’t wait to do to you. his dark head between your legs. his fingers slipping through your slick, wet folds. his cock thrusting deep inside of you.

the wait had been torturous. and now that you were under the same roof, your patience had all but dissipated. he had kept you waiting all day and he seemed determined to drag out the torture, telling you to be patient while he wrapped up his meeting with azriel. that was nearly an hour ago and you finally decided that enough was enough. if rhysand wanted to play dirty, then you weren’t afraid to get downright filthy.

with a small smile, you splayed out across the bed and spread your legs. violet lace rode up your thighs as you sighed, fingertips caressing your exposed skin. a moan slipped past your lips as you reached your core, which was already warm and wet thanks to the high lord’s teasing.

what are you doing, darling?

your mate’s voice was strained and distant, a mere blip in your subconscious as you slid two fingers into your pussy. you were tense and tight, eager to find relief even if you had to imagine that it was rhysand’s fingers pumping in and out of you.

you’re not touching yourself without daddy’s permission, are you kitten? rhysand growled in your mind. i’d hate to have to punish you for misbehaving.

you lowered your mental shields and gave rhys a clear view of exactly what it was you were up to. legs spread wide, fingers deep inside of your pussy while you moaned in pleasure. i got tired of waiting, rhys. if you don’t want to take care of the mess you made, then i’ll do it myself.

rhysand’s dark, humorless laughter echoed within the iron walls of your mind. oh, you’ll regret that, darling. you want to play dirty? think you can tease daddy without paying the price? i'll have you begging on your knees by the end of the night, kitten.

however unwise it may have been, you ignored rhysand's threat and worked yourself up to that sweet release. the orgasm blossomed over you, unfurling heat through your body. whatever relief you found from your fingers was short lived as rhysand tugged harshly on the bond. your mate’s anger seared through that shared connection, its white hot heat sending a thrill through your body.

then in a clipped tone, rhysand demanded, my office. now.

the satisfied smile that tugged at your lips followed you all the way to the other end of the house. you padded softly into the dark office wearing nothing but the dainty little nightgown, which just so happened to be rhysand’s favorite. sitting behind his desk, your mate examined you with a smirk. despite the frustration you felt through the bond, there was nothing but mischief dancing through his features.

he lounged lazily in his high back chair and propped his feet up on the table without a care in the world. the nonchalant nature of it all caught you off guard. you had banked on finding him absolutely incensed, but instead rhys flashed a smile like a shark who smelled fresh blood. the soft faelights kissed his handsome face, the buttery tones shimmering against his golden brown skin as it slashed through his perfectly sculpted cheekbones and sensual lips.

“you wanted to play with the big boys, darling?” rhysand inclined his head to a dark corner of the room. “very well then. you can tell azriel why we had to cut our meeting early.”

you flushed as golden eyes focused on you, shadows receding just enough to give you a glimpse of the shadowsinger. now this, you hadn’t anticipated. you thought rhys would’ve sent his brother away to dole out your punishment, but it seemed that your mate had other plans for you tonight.

“my lady,” azriel greeted in acknowledgement. the handsome male smirked when you bit your lip instinctively. there was something hungry in that gaze of his and you shuddered at the implication. “care to explain yourself?”

your gaze cut to rhysand, but your mate shook his head. “don’t look at me, kitten. azriel asked you a question."

you swallowed thickly. rhysand was well aware of your attraction to azriel and your mate had expressed his openness to inviting the shadowsinger to play, but you hadn't expected it to happen like this.

the cold kiss of shadows tugged at your hair, roughly turning your attention back to the shadowsinger. darkness swallowed him up and he disappeared from his place by the window only to reappear mere inches away from you. “it’s rude to keep people waiting,” azriel said, his voice dark and low. “but you’re quite good at being rude, aren’t you angel? the high lord told me what you were doing. touching yourself without his permission. is that true, princess? have you been misbehaving?”

you shuddered, warmth and heat enveloping you like an all consuming flame. “it’s not my fault,” you said rather childishly. “rhys has been toying with me all day and i got tired of waiting.”

azriel’s eyes were dark and dauntless. the cruel smirk on his face told you that you wouldn’t find sympathy from the shadowsinger. “poor little pet,” azriel cooed, his scarred fingers caressing your cheek. you leaned into his touch, welcoming the coolness against your overheated skin. “so wet and ready and just begging to be fucked.” he pulled your hair roughly, tugging until your neck was exposed to him. azriel grazed his teeth against the hollow of your throat as you eagerly arched into him. “but naughty girls don’t get fucked. they get punished.”

you whimpered as azriel pulled away. “you’re being mean, az.”

the shadowsinger grabbed your jaw as a sinister smile snaked across his lethally handsome face. “you have no idea how mean i can be, angel. but don’t worry, you’re about to find out.”

the little whine that crawled up your throat was silenced by rhysand’s smirk. “you wanted to act like a fucking brat, darling? azriel here is more than happy to set you straight.” your mate clasped his fingers behind his head, rocking back as he pierced you with lust blown violet eyes. “that’s what you want isn’t it, kitten? to be used and fucked like a good little slut?”

“yes,” you murmured, the rough and husky timbre of your voice betraying your breathlessness.

“yes, what?” azriel hissed as he grasped the back of your neck. “address rhys properly, angel.”

“yes, high lord.”

rhys grinned in satisfaction. “that’s much better, darling.” he crossed one leg over the other. “now, get on your knees. let’s see how smart that mouth of yours can be when it’s stuffed with azriel’s cock.”

you gaped at your mate before dragging your gaze to the shadowsinger. azriel met your gaze, the green and brown of his irises swallowed by endless darkness. something dangerous flickered in those depthless pits, beckoning you to come play. licking your lips, you kneeled before him, knees hitting the ornate rug.

azriel watched silently as you unbuttoned his trousers. his taut muscles rippled underneath your touch as you took your sweet ass time tracing the perfectly sculpted lines leading down to his cock. you wanted to kiss him, lick him, devour him, and the shadowsinger seemed all too aware of the fact.

“the longer you make me wait, the worse your punishment will get.” azriel said with a cruel smile. you pouted as he unbuckled his belt, letting it drop to the floor with a loud clink. the shadowsinger traced your lips with his thumb, the rough callouses making you shiver with need. “that doesn’t work on me, princess. you can pout all you fucking want, but i’m warning you right now, i’m not in a forgiving mood tonight. you don’t want to test me.”

but you did. you wanted to test him very much. “or what?” you asked sassily. “what will you do, azriel?”

it became evident very quickly that that was the wrong thing to say. shadows twined through your wrists and secured them behind your back so that you wouldn’t be able to touch azriel. a mixture of fear and excitement coursed through you.

“i warned you, pet.” the shadowsinger drawled as he released his cock from the constraints of his underclothes. he was long and thick and hard. just the sight of him made you drool as he pumped himself. azriel smirked as he tapped the tip of his cock against your bottom lip. “looks like you need a lesson in manners. now open up, we’re about to find out how well you can talk back with my cock stuffed down your throat.”

the argument died in your throat. you parted your lips and held your breath as azriel slid his head into your mouth. through dark lashes, you held his gaze as you licked the bead of precum gathered at the tip. the shadowsinger cursed, which only encouraged you further. even with your hands tied behind your back, you knew exactly what to do to make him feel good.

bobbing your head down, you licked a path starting from the base of his shaft, through the throbbing vein pulsating under your tongue, before making your way back up to suck at his throbbing head. azriel’s wings flared behind his back as he growled and you smirked at the sight, satisfied that you were able to elicit such a reaction.

the shadowsinger gathered your hair in his fist while looking down at your through heavy lids. “cocky aren’t you, princess? you like showing off? does it turn you on to suck my cock in front of your mate?” you gazed at rhysand who was watching the whole exchange with a hungry expression. “maybe we should give the high lord a show, then.”

with that, azriel thrust into your mouth and hit the back of your throat. you gagged at the sheer size of him filling your mouth. tears pricked your eyes as he pulled out only to slam back in once again. saliva dripped from the corner of your mouth, but you paid it no mind as you matched the rhythm of the shadowsinger’s hips. he kept a punishing pace and you choked, gagged, and sputtered as azriel fucked your mouth.

you moaned as he thrust harder, angling your head so he could go deeper. "your mouth feels like fucking heaven angel, so wet and warm. you're getting off on this, aren't you pet?" azriel triggered your gag reflex, turning you into a slobbering mess, but still you wanted more. "that's right, princess. fucking take it. choke on my cock like a good little whore."

azriel rutted into you and you took every inch, swirling and sucking as he neared the edge. from the way he trembled above you, you knew he was close. azriel tugged at your scalp, releasing a string of curses that made you press your thighs together. the filthy words coming out of his pretty lips lit a match within you.

the vibrations coming from the back of your throat made azriel chuckle darkly. he wrapped a hand around your delicate neck and bucked his hips, hitting your uvula. "this pretty little throat was made to be fucked. you're just a toy to be used aren't you, pet?" your garbled response made him laugh even more. "fuck, i'm gonna cum. swallow, pet. every fucking drop."

with a growl, the shadowsinger spurted into your mouth. azriel was a male undone, dark head thrown back, pretty lips parted as he came. you swallowed every drop, savoring the combination of salt and musk on your tongue. his cum slid down your throat and you devoured it eagerly, but the craving only grew as azriel finished.

you struggled against his shadows, wanting to feel, wanting to touch. azriel only laughed. "just because you sucked my cock well, it doesn't mean you get to touch me. i told you, pet. i'm not a forgiving male and i sure as hell don't give into brats."

you almost cried. it was torture to deny you of touch. with pleading eyes, you attempted to appeal to rhys. azriel growled and tilted your chin. "don't look at him, look at me. i'm not fucking done with you, pet."

azriel pulled his cock out of your mouth and you whined at the empty feeling it left. "please, az. please, i want to feel you. i want to touch you."

a tear trailed down you cheek as you pleaded. the shadowsinger appeared unmoved, cocking his head to your mate. "what do you think, rhys? should i let her touch me?"

rhysand smirked, shaking his head. "no, i don't think she's earned it yet. keep her cuffed." your lip trembled as you realized that you weren't going to get your way any time soon. "bend her over the desk. i want to watch you fuck her until she sobs. my little darling looks so pretty when she cries."

you whimpered as azriel lifted you from the floor. despite how mean he's been all night, his touch was surprisingly gentle. the shadowsinger pressed you against the rosewood desk, positioning you so that you were facing your mate. azriel bent you over the desk, hinging your hips as your cheek came in contact with its cold surface. his shadows moved and clamped your wrists down on the corners, placing you inches away from rhys.

so close, yet so far.

azriel bunched up the hem of your nightgown over your waist and kneaded your ass. you arched into his touch, biting down on your lip as his fingers brushed against your sex. the languid strokes set your teeth on edge. you needed him to fuck you with his fingers. you wanted to be unraveled by his hand, dripping cum until you were shaking. but azriel was having none of that.

he teased one finger through your slick, puffy folds. you bucked into his palm and he chuckled darkly. “already so wet and desperate for my fingers. poor little pet,” azriel cooed in a mocking tone as he added another finger, his knuckles buried deep in your mound. his silver rings brushed against your clit while he curled his digits inside of you. “is this what you want, hmm? for your pretty little pussy to be stuffed?” you groaned as azriel’s thumb circled your clit. “i can feel you clenching, princess. i’ve barely even touched you. don’t tell me that you’re already close to coming.”

you whimpered as tears soaked your cheeks. “feels so good,” you blubbered. “i’m so close.”

azriel withdrew his fingers and ripped the orgasm away from your grasp. you cried out, yearning for his touch again. he only smirked. “that’s too fucking bad, pet. if you want to cum, you’ll have to earn it. show me you can be a good girl and i’ll think about letting you finish. can you do that for me, princess?”

you nodded quickly, eager to please him. “yes, azriel. i can be a good girl, i promise.”

he chuckled. “we’ll see about that.”

without warning, he slammed his cock into your pussy. it took you by surprise and you cried out, gripping the table so hard that your knuckles were white from the effort. as you looked up, you found rhysand pumping himself at the sight of his brother fucking you.

his erect cock glistened with arousal as he worked himself with his right hand. images flashed through your mind. rhysand’s tongue in your cunt, fingers wrapped around your neck, cock stretching your walls. your mate filled you with filthy, erotic images while his wrist flicked up and down his shaft. rhysand looked delicious. the perfect picture of corruption as he pleasured himself in front of you.

azriel gripped your hips and slowly pulled out only to thrust back in. “i think the high lord likes watching me make a mess out of you,” the shadowsinger teased. “but we promised a performance, didn’t we pet? i’m going to need you to be louder than that.”

“gods, az i want more. i need more,” you keened. azriel responded with a slow stroke, his cock slotting perfectly inside you. it was too slow, too gentle. “harder. fuck me harder. wanna feel you.” the shadowsinger rocked his hips, pulling out and leaving you empty.

“what did i say about manners, princess? ask me to fuck you properly. make it pretty. convince me, pet.”

“please, azriel. please fuck me. harder. rougher. i need you so bad.” you whined, you pleaded. you didn’t even care how pathetic you sounded. it was worth it.

azriel smiled. “you sound so pretty when you’re begging for my cock. now let’s see if you can take it.” he fucked into you, balls slapping against your ass as azriel delivered what you pleaded for.

the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with the shadowsinger’s ragged breaths and the throaty moans coming from both you and rhysand. azriel fucked like he tortured— slow, hard, and deliberate. there was no mercy in him as he pressed in closer, leaning over so that the icy bite of his leathers kissed your back.

“crying already, pet? i thought you wanted to get fucked hard like a good little slut? maybe you’re all talk, though. doesn’t really seem like you can take my cock like you say you can.”

you shook your head vehemently. “no, please. i can take it. i can be a good girl for you, az.” tears flowed freely as he slowed his pace. “just don’t stop, please. let me prove it.”

azriel was downright mean. he went slow and hard; the pace drove you to the brink and just when the orgasm peaked, the shadowsinger pulled away once more. relief felt like a crashing wave that lapped against the shore only to come rushing back into the ocean. out of reach. push, pull, repeat.

“what’s that, pet?” azriel asked, stroking slowly. “i don’t think i heard you. a little louder, this time.”

“please—“ whatever you were about to say was cut off by a moan as azriel thrust in hard. it was cruel, it was spiteful, and it was so fucking good.

your head lolled to the side, blubbering and sputtering as azriel fucked you dumb. he kept switching between fucking you so hard your teeth rattled and thrusting so slowly that you had to fight the urge to slam your hips backwards. no matter how badly you wanted his cock, you knew that wouldn't end well for you.

"azriel, please. i want—" the shadowsinger went balls deep and the words tumbled away from you. it was heaven, it was hell. either way, in this moment, azriel was the only god you prayed to.

“hmm, i can’t understand you, angel. not so sassy now, are you?” azriel said meanly, chuckling as a string of incoherent words fell from your lips. “poor little pet can’t even speak properly. too busy clenching her pretty pussy around my cock.”

rhysand’s dark laughter melded with azriel’s. “i think you’ve fucked her dumb, az.” he tucked the loose strands of hair clinging to your cheeks behind your ear. the touch of your mate drove you wild. you wanted him so badly it hurt. “have you had enough, darling?”

“no,” you sputtered quickly. “no, more please. i want more.”

azriel smirked. “that’s what i fucking thought.”

the more he fucked you, the more you begged. rhysand kept his eyes on you the whole time, edging closer and closer to that sweet relief. when azriel thrust into you so hard that your whole body shook, rhys came with a growl. the lights in the room flickered as he spilled onto his hand. you whimpered, staring at the waste and wishing your mouth was wrapped around him so that he could empty himself out on your tongue instead.

the shadowsinger took notice and turned your head towards him. “oh, you want him too? greedy girl. beg him. tell him how sorry you are for being so bratty.”

“i’m sorry, rhys.”

those violet eyes darkened. “for what, kitten?”

“i’m sorry for touching myself without your permission. i’m sorry for interrupting your meeting with azriel. i’m sorry for being a brat.” you gritted your teeth, swallowing a moan as azriel mounted you over and over again. “i learned my lesson. i promise to be a good girl. just touch me, rhys. please.”

your mate raised a brow. a smile curved through those sensual lips. he was waiting for something. heat bloomed in your cheeks when you came to a realization. “please, daddy.”

rhysand caressed your cheek. “that’s a good girl. see, it wasn’t so hard was it? you seemed to find your manners easily enough when azriel fucked all that sass out of you.” he nodded to his brother who stilled behind you. rhys seemed to communicate something to him mind to mind because before you knew it, the shadows around your wrists came loose. “i wonder…if one cock can do such miraculous work, what can two do?”

your mouth gaped open as azriel flipped your over. with a wicked grin, he slid you across the table, legs spread wide and pussy throbbing as rhysand stood. azriel sauntered up to the high lord, golden eyes flashing with desire.

“you don’t mind if we share, do you kitten?” rhysand asked. you shook your head instinctively. “i didn’t think so. but before you get your reward, you can watch azriel clean me up.”

your breath hitched in your throat as the shadowsinger kneeled before your mate. he gripped rhysand’s cock in his hand and winked at you before licking and swallowing every drop of the high lord’s cum. on any other instance, the thought of someone else sucking rhys off would’ve evoked anger and jealousy within you, but the sight of azriel’s tongue lapping rhys up so generously just turned you on even more.

you bit your lip, completely engrossed as azriel released rhys with a pop. the shadowsinger wiped the corner of his mouth before kissing rhysand. you watched as your mate’s fingers snaked through azriel’s dark locks, the rings on his fingers shimmering as he claimed him with his tongue. it was the hottest thing you had ever witnessed.

you were soaking, throbbing, aching, but you waited patiently like a good girl. for the first time that night, azriel smiled. he hummed as he strolled over to you and every fiber in your being came alive when he finally touched you. the shadowsinger grabbed you by the hips and brought you between his legs. you could hardly contain yourself as he kissed your jaw, your neck, your collarbones. there was a buzzing in your mind as azriel’s head dipped between the valley of your breasts. then, he wrapped his lips around your nipple and bit down softly.

“fuck,” you keened as pleasure shot through you. azriel did the same to the other nipple and you nearly lost it. "so good, az."

“see pet, i can be nice too.” azriel winked as he kissed behind your ear, then your temple. he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, his breath hot against your skin as he ghosted his lips over yours. “i know you’re dying to taste the high lord on me, princess. open your mouth, and i’ll give you want you want, sweetheart.”

you did as you were told and parted your lips for the shadowsinger. he lathered the spit in his mouth, which was still coated with rhysand’s cum. you were dizzy with desire as azriel puckered his lips and spit into your mouth.

there was no time to swallow because before you knew it, his tongue shoved its way into your mouth. azriel was demanding, nearly devouring you whole as your tongues danced together. you could taste the evidence of rhysand’s arousal on his lips, but there was something else in the kiss that was solely azriel. you wanted to gorge yourself on it.

you wrapped yourself around him like a firedrake hoarding its most valuable treasures. azriel was pleased by your greediness. you kissed hungrily as though you were trying to crawl into each other’s skin, bodies pressed closed together, fingers gripping locks of hair as azriel established his dominance. paper and pens clattered to the floor as azriel spread your legs open and yanked your nightgown over your head. he hissed at the sight of you bare and naked. azriel took his time, teasing, licking, stroking. you practically purred as he ran his finger over your slit, spreading your wetness around. there was a dark hunger in his whiskey eyes as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and swallowed. his lids fluttered close as he savored the taste of you.

azriel looked over his shoulder, a small smirk evident on his face. “she’s all warmed up for you, rhys.”

you whined as azriel stepped back. the shadowsinger bit down on your bottom lip and smirked against your mouth. “don’t worry, angel. you’ll be filled with both of us soon enough.”

to your relief, rhysand took azriel’s spot between your legs. he gripped your thighs and wrapped them around his trim waist, muscles flexing as your soaked core made contact with his middle. “azriel’s right, darling. now be a good girl and spread your legs wide open. you’ll need to be flexible if you want to take both of our cocks at the same time. you can do that, can’t you, kitten?”

you nodded eagerly, causing your mate to smile fondly. rhysand purred in amusement, pure mischief dancing in those starkissed eyes. “so compliant. my little darling is so eager to be fucked silly like the good little whore that she is. c’mere then, daddy has missed your pretty little pussy."

you wrapped your legs around him, biting down on your lip as you gripped his cock. rhys watched in silence as you lined him up at your entrance. you pumped him once, twice, before guiding his cock inside of you. as always, the fit was pure ecstasy.

out of instinct, your pussy clenched around him like a jealous lover. you wanted him closer, you wanted to covet his cock like a precious jewel. and gods, it was. you knew every ridge and line of his impressive length and you took every inch like a woman starved.

sex with rhys was always glorious, but after all that teasing and taunting, your pleasure was heightened to new levels. you earned it, you deserved it and rhys was more than willing to give it to you.

tendrils of inky hair clung to rhysand’s forehead as he thrust his cock inside of you. glistened with sweat, your mate was utterly devoted to fucking you until you could hardly even remember your name. your eyes fluttered close, his name falling from your lips like a prayer of penance. rhysand wrapped his right hand around your neck and squeezed.

“i didn’t say you could close your eyes, darling. open them and watch. watch my cock slide in and out of you. watch your pretty pussy clench around me. watch, so you can remember what a filthy little slut you are for daddy.”

you were a garbled mess, writhing with pleasure as you opened your eyes. rhysand tilted your chin down just as he threw your legs over his shoulders, giving you a clear view of his cock disappearing between your puffy, swollen folds. you moaned at the sight, your pussy clenching to hold rhysand in a vice grip.

“i think you’re wearing her out, rhys.” azriel said with a dark chuckle. “maybe she’s tuckered out. doesn’t look like she can take another cock in her.”

“no, please.” you pleaded, turning to meet the shadowsinger’s gaze. “i can take it. i want to take it, please. please, rhys. please, az. i’ll be so good.”

rhys and azriel exchanged an amused glance. your mate grinned and nodded at his brother. “she asked for it so nicely. i think we should give her what she wants, az. after all, she’s been such a good girl for us.”

the shadowsinger smiled and joined rhys between your legs. he hiked your left leg over his shoulder and kissed your knee. “brace yourself, pet. and remember, you asked for this.”

the slash of his smirk sent shivers up your spine, but you had no time to ponder it as he lined his cock up with your anus. rhys continued fucking you and the juices from your pussy slid down to your puckering hole, allowing azriel to slide in easily. with both holes filled, you couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that ripped through your throat.

“oh gods,” you cursed. “fuck. so good, so good…”

the back of your head fell against the wooden desk. rhys cradled you as he fucked into you, protecting you from banging your head against the table. the entire thing rocked underneath you as rhys and az coordinated their thrusts, hitting different pleasure points as you cried. you could feel your limbs going numb, but it didn’t stop you from begging for more.

“want more, pet?” azriel cooed fondly. he thrust hard and fast, knocking the air out of your lungs. you blubbered as tears and snot covered your face. “such a greedy whore, aren’t you? i can feel you clenching. bet you wanna cum, don’t you? come on then princess, we’re waiting.”

rhysand grunted as his cock hit deep within your walls. “pussy’s so wet, darling. feels like i’m fucking drowning with you creaming my cock.”

hands squeezed your tits, shadows circled your clit, lips worshipped your body. you could hardly keep up with the flashes of rhys and azriel licking, sucking, and biting every inch of your flesh.

“so close,” you mumbled. “can i cum please, daddy? please, azzie?”

both males hummed their approval and coaxed you through the mind shattering orgasm. it slammed into you, making your toes curl and your back arch. the wave of pleasure took you under its current and for a second it felt as though your heart stopped in your chest before stuttering back to an erratic beat.

rhysand came next, shaking the whole house with his growls of pleasure. the shimmer of his wings fluttered behind him as his entire body shuddered. he was beautiful. a prince, a king, a fucking god.

azriel held out the longest, but as the orgasm rippled through him, you finally saw his control slip. there was something captivating about it, like watching the first fall of snow.

both of them filled you, their seed trickling through your thighs as you fell back in exhaustion. you laid there for a moment, letting the events of the night wash over you. you could hardly feel your legs. you were drenched in sweat. rhys and azriel both pushed you to your limits tonight. peeking through half opened lids, you found your mate smiling down at you. the loving expression on his face made you grin back. rhys kissed your temple gently, making your heart flutter.

as gently as he could, rhysand slipped your dress back on and carried you in his arms. you snuggled into him, burying your face in his neck. however tired you may have been, it didn’t stop you from stealing glances at azriel who was buttoning his trousers and adjusting himself. when he caught you looking, the shadowsinger winked.

“thanks for the help, az.” rhys said as azriel held the door open.

“anytime, rhys.” azriel flashed you a smile that made your cheeks flush. “remember, my lady. if you ever feel like misbehaving again, your mate knows where to find me.”

with a wink, azriel disappeared within his veil of shadows. you looked up at rhysand who stared at the empty space with as much longing as you did. clearly, the tryst with the shadowsinger left a lasting impression on the both of you.

“darling?” rhys mused, his voice full of wicked intent.

“yes, my love?”

violet eyes snagged on you as a provocative smile snaked its way through your mate’s gorgeous face. “i think you should misbehave more often.”

you chuckled, kissing his cheek. “i promise to do my worst, baby.”

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[sarawritestories]

Umbrella

Rhysand x Fem Reader

A/N I got splashed twice; First by a truck driving through a puddle and then a car did it later on my walk to the train a few days ago, so I needed to put my feelings somewhere.

Summary: You didn't want to leave the comfort of your bed. But the shop needed to be opened. You didn't expect the rain or a speeding cart to run through a large puddle drenching you. Your High Lord finds you on the verge of tears he makes sure to brighten your gloomy day.

Content warning: mild cursing, slight feelings of failure and insecurity

One drop became two, then in a blink of an eye, the sky opened and unleashed a downpour that had you not had your umbrella would have had you drenched in seconds. You knew you shouldn't have left the warmth of your bed or your mate this morning. But the bookshop wasn't going to open itself.

Cassian had offered to fly you to work, but you insisted on walking. Something you enjoyed doing for centuries. He had insisted you bring the umbrella despite the sun rising and a few clouds in view. To appease him, you did, and you were thankful for listening to the general, though you would deny if anyone asked.

The wind whipping against your face made it difficult to walk, this being a more violent storm than Velaris had seen in a while. You stood at the corner of the city about to cross when a cart at full speed barreled down the road. You saw the wheel collide with the deep puddle, watched the water become airborne over your head, and the cold water colliding violently against your body. Your mouth fell open, umbrella still upright as you kept moving, not fully comprehending the events that took place.

By the time you reached your shop, the cold water had seeped through your clothes and provided you with a chill you couldn't escape from. This was not how you wanted to start your day. You swallowed down the tears that kept threatening to fall as you opened the door to your bookstore. Making a beeline to the hearth to start a fire. In hopes you could at least dry the sweater you wore. You held on to hope that the rain would bring in customers who want to cozy up with a book on the gloomy day.

☂️☂️☂️

The hours ticked by as the rain continued to pattern against the windows behind you. The store was quiet, not one person wandered in, either for shelter or to shop. You leaned your head on the counter. The feeling that had been bubbling to the surface for months beginning to consume you:

Failure

Rhysand insisted he buy you this store. "Darling, let me help you make your dreams a reality," he had said as he handed the keys to you and closed your fingers around them. "Go on, my Little Dreamer. Let's go see your new store."

Guilt creeps up to your throat. Your grand opening consisted of the Inner Circle. Azriel bought a few books for himself and one he thought Nesta would enjoy. You hadn't had the heart to tell him that she had that book already.

Rhys was beaming as he looked at the tomes amongst Aisles. His fingers grazing amongst the titles. You could see pride as he wandered every aisle.

A look you now dreaded every time you walked into a family dinner and someone asked you about your shop. You always danced around the answer.

Ding

Your head perked up as the bell from the door chimed, pulling you from your spiraling thoughts. Familiar black hair and and tan skin was shaking off his umbrella before leaning it against the side of the wall. Rhysand's smile bloomed on his face causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Even after all these years his beauty still took your breath away. "Hello, Darling." He smiled walked around the counter and pulling you close. His brows furrowed as he noticed your damp clothes. "You're drenched, Love." He turned and noticed the clothes in front of the fireplace, facing you once more his thumb began to idly swipe against your hip.

You sighed, and averted his gaze, "I was splashed by a cart on the way here." You shifted under his touch, "I didn't have enough time to react."

Rhysand hummed, and you glanced over at him and noticed him staring out the window. He smirked, "Close the shop." It wasn't a question.

"Excuse me?" You tilted your head as his violet eyes met yours stars twinkling in his eyes and something, playful.

"Close the shop. Your mate wants to spend the day with you." You opened your mouth and he kissed the corner of your mouth, "No one is right now and all the stores around are closing early today."

You tugged the bottom of your lip behind your teeth. Debating whether or not you could afford to have the store closed. Rhys' eyes turned pleading and he even jutted out his bottom lip that sealed that swayed you. "Okay."

Rhys smiled and slid his hands, to yours. "Great!" And he pulled you away from your counter and headed out side leaving behind his umbrella. You were quick to grab opening it as Rhys ran to the middle of the street releasing your hands. His arms spread out against "Rhysand, what are you doing?" You shrieked as he began to laugh. "You're getting soaked!"

"I can't let you be alone in being soaked to the bone can I?" He lifted his head to the sky and smiled as the water coated the male's skin. You watched him in awe and wondered how often he did this when you didn't noticed, especially after returning from being with Amarantha. His violet eyes bright and twinkling, "Come dance with me." He held out his hand and slightly bowed.

You shook your head, "I should get back inside."

Darling, Rhysand spoke in your mind, Are you really going to deny your High Lord a dance with his Lady? He quirked a brow and you rolled your eyes.

You're insufferable. You thought to him as you closed the Umbrella and ran to him. The minute you were within his reach he lifted you up off the ground and you began to laugh. Once he put you down he gripped your waist, his hands lacing with yours the two of you began to sway. No words needed to be said he just held you and began to dance in the middle of the street. The two of you began to laugh and he spun you out, and when he spun you back, his chest pressing against your back, he kissed your cheek. He held you close and your eyes closed leaning your head against your shoulder. You didn't mind as the rain trickled against your skin.

You're a vision, My Love. Rhysand spoke in your mind. You hummed and Rhys continued to lead into more dances until exhaustion befell on both of you.

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Rhys had brought you some dry clothes as if he suspected you needed them. You smiled as you found he packed his sweater that was your favorite to wear with some shorts. Rhys was sitting by the fire in the book store when you walked in with dry clothes, clean thanks to Rhys' magic. "Feel better?" he asked as you crawled into his lap.

"Always with you, My Love." You paused and threaded your fingers through his hair. He purred at the touch closing his eyes as you continued. "I thought you and Cassian were heading to Windhaven for meetings."

"Devlon cancelled, he didn't want the rain and the wind to mess up his hair." Rhysand joked as he creaked his eyes open.

I frowned and straightened my posture, "Rhysand."

Rhysand opened his eyes and his hand rubbing your back in a soothing manner. "You are more important, Darling."

You shook your head, pushing away as far as his arms would let you, which was not far at all. "Rhysand, you shouldn't have. I got wet. You're High Lord you have responsibilities. I'm-

"My mate," he finished, leaning up to kiss your nose. "You come first. You will always come first." He gripped your hand, placing it over your heart, "Especially when she opened up the bond, and her sadness was so palpable I fell to my knees in agonizing pain. Then Azriel told me that his shadows witnessed what happened. You needed me. I'm here." And that was the end of it. He wasn't willing to budge his priorities, not when it came to you.

You leaned back into his embrace head on his shoulder as he leaned his own on top of yours. The two of you sat in silence. "It wasn't just about the rain today, was it?" His voice was soft and gentle."

"No, it wasn't." Your voice laced with exhaustion.

He kissed your head. "We'll talk about it more in the morning. Right now, I want you to sleep. I'll be here when you wake." He kissed the side of your head as your eyes drooped closed. "I love you, Darling."

You yawned, "And I you, Rhys."

A few weeks later ☂️

The sun illuminated the store, and you were grateful as swarms of people were scouring for books, looking for new adventures to take. You and Rhysand talked for hours on what was needed to turn business around and turned out his frequent visits helped. Everyone wanted to shop where the High Lord did.You took a minute from helping a customer to smile, down one of the Aisles Rhysand stood an apron around his hips helping a customer find a book. His eyes glittered, and his smile brought her customers at ease. He insisted that if he was coming to the shop, he would be on the floor assisting but never missed a chance to glance your way with a playful wink.

You were a lucky female to have a caring, loving, and passionate Mate. Your best friend. Your High Lord.

And he loved his wonderful, beautiful, brilliant Book Shop owner.

Fin.

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[jeannineee]

hiii if ur requests are still open can you do rhys that’s friends + a huge flirt with reader but she’s already in a relationship so he’s just patiently (maybe not so patiently) waiting for the man to screw up LOL and maybe we see em get together at the end

Pining

Rhysand x Reader

a/n: requests are open :) this turned out to be a bit more angsty than intended lmao?? I need a nap.

warnings: angst-ish, Rhysie is pining for reader

“He’s good to me, you know,” you said to Rhys as you sipped at your wine.

The two of you stood on the roof of his townhouse on the eve of Solstice. The chilled air bit at your skin, but Rhys remedied it by resting his coat over your shoulders.

“Darling, he’s the most pretentious and annoying male I’ve ever met.”

“You’re only saying that because you dislike him.”

“Ask Cassian, Azriel, or Mor what they think.”

That got you to close your mouth for a moment. “Well, even if he’s pretentious or annoying, that doesn’t mean he isn’t a good partner.”

Rhys chuckled with amusement as he took another step closer to you. “But abandoning you on your favorite holiday to drink with his friends…does that make him a good partner?”

You sighed, choosing to turn your focus to the snow-capped mountain in the distance, rather than Rhys’s prying gaze. “He has his friends, as I have mine.”

“Hm.” Rhys trailed a finger along the balcony railing, sweeping away the snow that covered it. “How about being late to dates? Forgetting your birthday? Are those signs of a good partner?”

Your cheeks began flushing, but it wasn’t from the cold. “Rhysand.”

The High Lord held his hands up in mock-surrender. “I’m merely pointing out the obvious, darling. You deserve better.”

You tilted your head back as snowflakes began kissing your skin. You couldn’t stop the smile blooming on your face at the flurry of snow descending upon the earth.

You didn’t look at the male beside you as you asked, “And what do you think is ‘better,’ Rhys?”

If you’d taken just a moment to look at Rhys, you’d have seen the adoration he beheld at the wonder in your eyes; at the grace you carried yourself with.

Finally, he replied, “Me.”

You laughed, almost in disbelief. “Very funny.”

“I’m serious.”

You met his eyes; met his unwavering stare. Your throat bobbed. “Rhys…”

“I know,” Rhys murmured, voice barely a whisper. “You love him. He’s objectively terrible. But you love him.”

“I…” You looked at the ground, because shame and guilt—for whatever damned reason—gnawed at your bones. “I do. I love him. But he…”

“But what?”

You couldn’t say it. Couldn’t admit the truth. Shame. You should’ve been ashamed.

Rhys gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. He was close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating from his body, could feel his warm breath caressing your face.

The silence lasted long enough that you were afraid of what you might do if he kept looking at you like that. He was stripping you naked without touching you; laying your soul bare before him without a word uttered from your lips.

“Rhys…” you breathed. His name was a plea. His eyes fluttered shut at the sound of it, and he loosed a heavy breath before meeting your eyes again.

“I will wait for you.”

“Rhys—“

Rhysand pressed a finger to your lips. “Things won’t work out with him. I don’t know how long it will take for you to realize that—or if you’ve realized already, and you’re scared or ending your relationship. I don’t know. But I will wait for you.”

Rhys brushed his lips against your forehead, and lingered there. “As long as it takes.”

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[rowaelinsdaughter]

𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 (𝖗𝖍𝖞𝖘 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

Rhys fanfic is here!!!! ENJOY IT!!!! WARNINGS: FLUFF

15 minutes after arriving at your room, you were still locked in the bathroom. The reason? Rhysand, your secret love. The best athlete in the entire University, the best student, the most handsome, charismatic and kind to everyone. And he was on the other side of the door waiting for you to go to sleep, or so you think.

After 2 hours of traveling on the bus, your class had arrived at the town where you were going to spend the week. The rooms were chosen by lottery... to your bad (or good) luck you and Rhys got the only one-bed room. At that moment you didn't know if you wanted to die of shame or happiness at being with Rhys.

You splash water on your face and finish putting on your pajamas. You open the door and stand in place. Rhys sleeps without a shirt. Even though it was winter and 3 degrees, apparently his body gave off too much heat to be wearing a shirt.Shit, shit, shit.Lying on the bed, you look at his tattooed pecs and arms. Glasses make his already attractive face look like it was sculpted by the best sculptor. Rhys looks up from the book he's reading and watches you with a small smile.

“You're not thinking about sleeping standing up there, are you?”

You come out of your stupor, a crimson coloring your cheeks. You roll your eyes and with a courage that you don't know where you got it from, you smile back.

"Of course not"

You go to the bed and lie down at a respectable distance so as not to bother him... or so as not to die of a heart attack if you touch him. Already under the covers, you turn so that your back is turned to him and you look at the moon through the window.

“You can come closer to me, I'm not going to bite you.”

“I'm fine, don't worry”

"Sure?"

“Yes, good night Rhys.”

But you couldn't sleep. It was 3 in the morning and you were still awake. After tossing and turning, you finally decide to lie on your back, staring at the ceiling. You notice the bed move next to you and you hear Rhys's voice, nothing more than a whisper in the darkness.

"You can not sleep?"

You sigh and rub your eyes with your hands and then rest them on your stomach. “No, I can't sleep.”

"Me neither"

“I thought you fell asleep after reading.”

“No, the truth is that it has left me thinking”

“How deep was the book?”

A low laugh escapes his lips. “It was rather romantic.”

You turn to look at him and find his violet eyes already looking at you.

“I didn't take you for a romantic, Rhysand.”

He turns to face you.

“No, I wasn't romantic, but a girl made me change. A beautiful and smart girl, kind to everyone, and almost always has a dreamy look that makes her more magnificent. She has the most perfect laugh there can be, delicate hands like the wings of a swan, and her body drives me crazy every time I see it.” He reaches out and caresses your cheek. “She's perfect.”

Your heart stops. It can't be happening, he can't be talking about you. But that caress...

“She seems to be a good girl, doesn't she?” You swallow.

He moves closer to you, his thumb caressing your lower lip and your stomach explodes into thousands of butterflies. So many, that you think they will come out of your mouth if you open it. When only millimeters separate you, he whispers: “Yes it is. And I have it right where I want.”

His mouth caresses yours gently, not wanting to scare you. You slowly close your eyes and follow the kiss. With a hand trembling with nerves, you stroke the hair on his neck and marvel at the softness of his black hair. His hand pulls you around your waist and your arms hug his shoulders. The kiss is perfect, soft and delicate, unhurried, savoring the moment.

You separate and hide your face in his neck out of embarrassment, you hear his laughter and his hand caresses your hair gently while he places a kiss on your hair.

“You're adorable, I can't believe I have you all to myself.”

tags: @danikamariewrites @throneofsapphics @shadowdaddies

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

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[houseofchalamet]

“Can You... Hold Me?”

Pairing: Rhys x f!reader Summary: Reader is a prisoner UtM and asks Rhys to cuddle her in a moment of weakness. He comes to a shocking realization. Warnings: None (literally just fluff). Word count: 487. A/N: This is literally so short, I’m sorry, rip.

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“Rhys?” Her voice shook a little and my heart broke for her. I turned back to her. I will never forget the look on her face… pure, unadulterated fear. She paused, but eventually asked, “Can you… hold me?”

“Yes,” I breathed without a second thought. She made room for me and I climbed into her tiny cot, wrapping my arms around her as she nuzzled into me.

I would do anything to help her feel less scared and less alone, but I’d be lying if I said I had nothing to gain from this. Sure, I was used to being physically used by Amarantha, but I hadn’t had this kind of innocent intimacy since long before Under the Mountain. It felt… good.

Too good.

Her head rested between my neck and my shoulder. I held her close to me, gently rubbing her back as her body calmed. I didn’t expect her to fall asleep right away, and she didn’t. In fact, she practically clung to me and stared at the wall for at least an hour, thinking. I wasn’t sure if talking would help, so I just kept quiet and decided to wait for her to come to me. She didn’t, though. She stayed quiet. Staring. Drowning in thought. 

It took a long while, but eventually, I began to feel all the tension in her body begin to ease. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breaths were even.

But I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

I realized that I wanted to stay like this forever. Holding her, rubbing her back, playing with her hair. Just watching her sleep.

I hadn’t felt anything in my heart for decades. I’d often wondered if it had simply gone dormant or if the ability to love was yet another thing that Amarantha had taken from me. But I felt something then, like a firework in my chest, exploding into brilliant colors of light and happiness.

I knew then that I loved (Y/N). 

It startled me and I quickly cast the thought out of my head, far far away. I was too afraid to even think something like that in this place. Should Amarantha find out, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill (Y/N), not just out of jealousy, but also to spite me; just to show me that she could. Another show of the power she held over me… over all of us.  

I couldn’t love her; that would only complicate things and put her in danger. So I swallowed the feelings; buried them deep down and tried to explain them away.

She’s the first girl who’s touched you like this in a long time, I told myself, and you're just clinging to her because of it. You don’t actually like her; you just need to feel loved and appreciated. Yeah, that must be it.

That must be why I just laid there for hours and hours and watched her breathe.

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[princess-tulip-writes]

“you’re so pretty.” he cood, his rough fingers grazing along your jaw line softly.

rhys admired every line of your face intently, as if he’d forget you any moment. his eyes followed along your face wonderously, not skipping a single pore.

“so pretty, my darling.”

underneath all of his cocky remarks through out the day, he was so soft and sweet to you at night. he savored every precious moment with you gently, laying in bed with you for hours on end just for the close proximity of it all.

you smiled at his gentleness, knowing proudly that you’re the only one who sees him like this.

“no, you are.” you quipped back, softly.

he rolled his violet eyes at you playfully, shaking his head in disbelief.

“no, darling. you’re so much prettier than me, my sweetheart.”

both voices were barely above whispers, only for the two of you to hear and take in. that was what made everything so intimate between you and rhysand. 

“liar.”

his jaw tensed.

“i am many things, my darling y/n. but i am no liar” he leaned in closer to you, kissing your nose gently as he mumbled another sentence before falling asleep in your arms. “not for you anyway.”

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[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

*Squinting suspiciously at the two very different fics I wrote and posted today* why are my two moods always sad and horny?????

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[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Cuddles

Alastor x Reader (QP)

You were always respectful of the fact that Alastor didn't like physical touch that he didn't initiate. You never asked why, never tried to force him otherwise, never even considered trying to touch him without his consent. This remained true for all the years you'd known him.

But sometimes it got really fucking difficult.

After a long day of work, then chores, then helping with the hotel, you were absolutely exhausted. And you still had dinner to look forward to. As much as you loved Al, his need for dinner formality really got on your nerves sometimes. At least the food was good.

Luckily, there was a little time where you could escape to your room. Closing the door behind you, you kicked off your shoes and dramatically collapsed onto the bed. As soon as your body hit the mattress, you wanted to stay there for the rest of eternity.

But that wasn't an option.

Groaning, you decided it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a moment. Besides, Alastor would want you to be lucid for dinner. Closing your eyes for a second would help.

"Ah, there you are." Distantly, you heard Alastor poke his head in the room. "I would like your input on supper, if you don't mind."

Unable to muster words, you made some unintelligible noises into the bed, curling up more with the blankets. Alastor's footsteps were muffled by the carpet, so you didn't know he was standing right next to you until he spoke.

"Seriously, darling, it is much too early to be sleeping. Don't be so dramatic."

A hand fell on your shoulder, probably to try and take the blankets off you. However, in your half-awake stupor, you shifted to grab the hand, pulling it towards you in an effort to pull some comfort out of it.

Your brain didn't compute what you'd just done for a full 30 seconds, until, suddenly, it hit you. Despite your exhaustion, you immediately let go of Alastor's hand and jerked to a sitting position.

"Al, I'm so, so sorry," you said, your voice sounding more tired than anything else. You ignored the way your eyes kept trying to close, Alastor's figure being nothing more than a red blur in front of you. "I didn't mean to. Give me a minute, I'll be down to help."

Alastor hummed, the contemplative hum you've learned to differentiate over time. Vaguely, you were aware that Alastor's smile softened a bit.

"I can spare ten minutes," Alastor finally said. "Move over, if you please."

You stared at him, blinking tiredly, struggling to understand what was happening.

Expectantly, Alastor motioned to the bed. "Nine minutes and thirty-five seconds."

Then it kicked in. Hastily, you moved over to the other side of them bed, giving enough room for Alastor to sit down with his back against the headboard.

Blankets curled around your shoulders, you sat there, hesitating.

"You may." Alastor answered the unspoken question. "For eight minutes and fifty-two seconds."

It was impossible to deny the smile that grew on your face as you crawled into Alastor's lap, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes. Gently, Alastor wrapped his arms around you, holding you.

Wrapped in blankets, leaning into Alastor's solid body, the darkness behind your eyelids enveloped you. It felt like you were floating, just your and Alastor, and nothing could ever harm you ever again. As long as you kept your breathing steady, everything would be okay.

Everything would be okay.

You were right; just closing your eyes for a few minutes helped immensely. It was even better that it was spent with one of your favorite people in all of Hell. And if Alastor "accidentally" forgot to keep track of the time, extending your cuddle for an extra two minutes, you weren't going to say anything.

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[illyrian-dreamer]

Two lessons in one

Rhysand x reader

Summary: You’ve agreed to let the High Lord teach you how to fly. Rhys shows you how your wings have more uses than one...

Warnings: Smut (NSWF 18+, minors DNI), swearing. Let’s get spicy with some wing play and a side of praise 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️ 

Words: 4k

DAY 3 OF 5 FOR 500! I hope you like it ;)

Thank you to @brekkershadowsinger​ and @sadiebluewin​ for requesting 31. Wing play 👀

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Bile rose in your throat as you peered over the cliffs edge. The ground looked further away than before, the trees and and rocks that waited below a painful distance away. You stepped back before your vision rolled further – you were very high up.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turned to find Rhysand watching you with an amused smile, his hands casually in his pockets as he leaned against a large boulder.

“You’re only going to scare yourself further,” he grinned, delighting in your fear.

Prick. He chuckled softly, hearing your curse in your mind.

You took in your surroundings, the wind pushing your hair out of your face as you tried to calm your heart. Rhys had winnowed you both up here with the promise you would learn to fly by sundown.  It was a generous offer, one that you couldn't refuse at the time. But nothing could have prepared you for the terror you felt at the thought of launching into the air, and all you could picture was the free fall that awaited.

“Calm your heart, Y/N. That’s the first step.”

You took a deep breath, forcing your eyes forward instead of down. The sun was strong at the centre of the horizon, and the winds gentle – the perfect condition for flying Rhys had said.

“Perhaps we can try another day?” you asked sheepishly, your wings tucked tight at your back, refusing to open, they felt as heavy as your limbs.

Rhys tutted, shaking his head as he pushed off the rock and strolled towards you. Two firms hands rested at your shoulders, forcing you to face the edge again. You instantly pushed back, but Rhys held you in place. You willed your knees not to give out.

“An Illyrian scared of heights?” he teased, his low voice playful in your ear.

If you weren't frozen in fear, you would have turned and swatted him. “Don’t t-tease,” you gritted, cursing at the way your stuttered.

Rhys’s laugh sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt him remove his hands and slide up beside you. “Extend your wings,” he said. His voice, while calm, was laced with a command that was impossible to ignore. The muscles on your wings pulled against your will, and you flapped them a few times to stretch.

“Good,” Rhys said approvingly. “Now, do you feel the direction of the wind from here?”

You nodded. “It’s coming from the west.”

“That’s right. That means once you level, the currents will force you east. Remember to tilt left once you stabilise.”

You nodded again. You had been over the theory of flying multiple times – now was the time to execute. You couldn't help the voice in your head that screamed at you to turn around.

“Could we not launch from a lower height?” you asked, a last attempt to get out of it.

Rhys levelled a look before slinking behind you again. “No,” was all he said before he pushed your back, sending you careening of the cliffs edge.

You gasped, air filling your lungs as wind ripped all around you. After a few seconds your voice finally came through, a shriek sounding as you flapped your wings desperately to try and gain the momentum you needed.

Rhys’s husky laugh filled your mind then. You gritted your teeth, straining the muscles in your back as you flapped and flapped. You wouldn’t die today, if only out of spite of him.

You’re almost there, steady yourself, Rhys coached mind to mind. You clenched your eyes shut, the muscles in your back burning as you strained for that final bit, before you felt the wind underneath your wings begin to work with you. You spread them wide, letting the air push you up as you began to soar. Your breaths were pants and sweat stung at your eyes, your heart pounding with adrenaline.

There you go. Remember to lean left.

You’re a fucking bastard, you cursed back. Rhys’s laugh filled your mind once again, and you tried to ignore how excited it made you feel. The Gods could not save him from the lashing you would give once you landed.

You should try soaring lower, use the trees as obstacle practice.

Without replying, you veered closer to the ground, flapping your wings for the occasional boost. The tall pines became clearer now, and you could see the details of shrubbery and flowers in the fields below. If you only needed one reason to learn to fly, it was for the beauty of it.

You were weaving through the trees now, swinging left and right as you dodged around their branches.

That’s it, you’ve got the hang of it.

You heard the flap of Rhys’s wings as he flew overhead, now lacing through the same trees you were. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, and the cheer that followed. You felt so free, so alive.

Rhys slowed his pace then, falling to glide beside you, his violet eyes warm as he smiled at you with pride. His beauty alone stole your breath away on a regular day, but his expression now, with the touch of passion – he was the most handsome male you had ever seen.

It was idiotic to keep your eyes on the High Lord instead of ahead, and you learned that quickly as you flew straight into a tall pine, smacking your face into it’s solid trunk.

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You didn't remember the impact, but the next thing you knew branches were breaking your fall before you landed in the field below with a thud.

Groaning, you rolled to your side as tears stung at your eyes. The grass beneath you was soft, and you quickly realised your body had crushed a blanket of purple that now cushioned where you lay. Blinking as your wings twitched, you looked around you. You had landed in a lavender field.

Rhys soared in then, landing with a soft thud and a howl of laughter that made you see red. Your jaw ticked as you pushed yourself up and glared at the male, your nose throbbing in pain as you bought yourself to your knees.

“Oh Cauldron, Y/N!” Rhys chuckled, clutching at his stomach before bursting into another fit of laughter. You held your glare.

“I’m sorry,” he said between breaths, raising his palms in innocence. “I truly am, but that was the funniest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.”

Pink tinged your cheeks as you wiped the dirt from your palms, your fae blood already working to heal your face.

“What happened?” Rhys toyed, still very much amused with your fall.

“I was distracted,” you ground out, unable to hide your irritation.

“By me?” Rhys placed a dramatic hand on his chest, his eyebrows raised and dark lashes fluttering.

“No,” you lied, and Rhys tilted his head in a way that said he was unconvinced. He threw his head back a laughed one more time, before wading through the tall purple lavender to help you.

“I’m not trying that again,” you seethed, letting him pull you to your feet.

“Perhaps not today,” he grinned, strong arms looping behind your knees and arms as he picked you up. You didn't resist, but also avoided his eyes as embarrassment took over. Rhys was still smirking when he winnowed you both back to Velaris.

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It wasn't until later that night when the High Lord checked in on you again. You had fled to your guest room the moment you arrived, needing the rest of the afternoon to recover, bathe and rest. Even hours after, your muscles were sore and your face stung to the touch. But it was your bruised ego that kept you in your room well past supper.

Rhys knocked gently, and you spun on the stool of your vanity from where you were admiring the splatter of bruises that now painted your body. “Come in,” you murmured, not making the effort to turn your head.

Rhys walked over, his hands in his pockets as you saw him marking the bruises. He sucked in a sharp breath. “That tree really handed it to you, Y/N.”

You spun in your chair, scowling at your High Lord. “I’ll be fine.”

Rhys smirked, stepping closer as he pushed your hair over your shoulder, before gently fingering a bruise forming on you collar bone. “I know you will,” he said softly, his touch sending a ripple of goosebumps all over.

You blushed, looking up at him with heavy lashes. “I’m yet to bite your head off,” you said with an utter lack of threat.

Rhys raised his eyebrows. “Is that so?”

“For pushing me,” you confirmed, eyes narrowing. Rhys nodded, knowing this was coming.

“Have at it then,” he said, waving his hand as he casually plonked himself at the end of your bed, throwing one long leg over the other. His utter male arrogance was what fuelled your next choice of words.

“You’re a prick.”

Rhys threw himself back onto the mattress and laughed.

“You are!” you exclaimed, your voice a little louder this time.

“I know,” was his answer.

“I could have died!”

Rhys leaned up on his elbows, levelling a look at you. “You would not have died.”

“I was falling to my death.”

“And I would have caught you.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but closed it quickly as his words sent a flutter through your heart, your cheeks heating at the thought of his arms around you again. You cursed yourself for being so hopeless.

Sighing, you turned back to the vanity, eyeing your wings in the mirror. “I’m a sorry excuse for an Illyrian. I can barely use the damned things.”

Rhys stood now, making his way over to you. He lowered himself to find your eyes in the mirror, his expression much more serious. “You’re very lucky to have those damned things.”

“I know,” you sighed, before turning to face him. “I am grateful,” you nodded, knowing how rare it was for an Illyrian female to have avoided being clipped. “But until I can truly learn to fly, they’ve always been more of a nuisance.”

Rhys’s violet eyes lit up, and the start of a feline grin formed at his lips. “You know, your wings are good for things beyond flying,” he said, his voice low.

You frowned, turning to face him. “Really? Like what?”

His grin grew as he leaned down, his face now inches from your own. “Well, they can make you… feel good.”

Your eyes darted across his face, trying to focus through his handsomeness as his fresh scent filled your nose. You mind screamed at you to kiss him, and you had to physically swallow the thought down.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Your own voice was barely a whisper, and you felt your face and chest flush.

Rhys flicked his eyes to your bust, catching the change of colour, which fuelled his cocky smirk. “What I mean, is like this.” He extended his hand, before one sultry finger ran down the length of your wing, his touch feather light. Shivers rippled from the point where he touched you, spreading all over your body. It was impossible to ignore the throb in your core, and you cursed yourself for the soft whimper that escaped you.

Rhys smiled, pleased with the result. “See what I mean?”

You broke his gaze then, feeling shy. “Do yours do that?”

Within seconds Rhys’s wings appeared on his back, night magic swirling his frame as he extended his impressive wing span.

“Why don’t you find out darling?” he winked at you, before taking your hands to pull you up as he stepped backwards to your bed. He sat down, his legs wide as he pulled you to stand between them. Raking his eyes over you, his smile was mischievous as he waited patiently for you to make the next move, his hands resting on your hips. You met his eyes, their violet glow boring through you. Your own hand raised instantly, you just needed to touch him…

Rhys growled as your own fingers ran across the leather-like skin of his wings as you slowly traced its curves and arches. “That feels…” he grumbled, his voice low and thick. “Sensational.”

Rhys grabbed your wrists then, flipping you onto the bed, your own wings splayed against the white silk sheets. Rhys hovered overhead, drinking in the site of you as he leaned on one elbow. While reaching for your wings, his hand paused in the air, violet eyes finding yours.

“Is this ok?” he asked, sincerity swirling in his night sky eyes. Your own flicked down to his lips, before you placed a gentle hand on the side of his face.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Rhys covered your mouth with his. The kiss was soft, testing, even a little shy on your end – this was new territory for you both. While you had spent months fawning over the High Lord, and likely doing a bad job at hiding how flustered he made you, you had assumed his flirtatious remarks and teasing weren’t a true sign of mutual attraction.

Yet here you were, pressed against the mattress as Rhys shifted his body weight on top of yours. The feeling of him on top of you alone made your insides throb, and your breathing hitched as cool fingers traced your wings again. Goosebumps rippled across your skin as your fingers found the roots of his hair, latching on and bringing him closer.

Rhys grinned against your mouth, his rasped laugh like music to your ears. He propped himself up, looking down at you before nudging your nose with his own. You smiled up at him, greedily reaching out and using both hands to run vertical lines along the membrane of his wings. There was a slight pull in Rhy’s brow as he bit his lower lip, a deep hum rumbling through his chest.

“You wicked thing,” he said, flashing a grin before again pressing his lips against yours. His kiss was more demanding now, as his tongue traced the outside, begging for entry. You let him in, and Rhys kissed you with the expertise only Prythian’s most handsome High Lord could. It was strategic, and he hit every point just right. From the pace of his tongue, to the occasional dip to kiss your neck, all while tracing and rubbing the spots on your wings that had you shaking beneath him. You were utterly soaked, and completely at his will.

Drunk in his scent and touch, you barely felt the male undressing you, and you were quickly bare beneath him. His eyes darkened at the sight of your naked body as he drank you in.

“This is unfair,” you complained, throwing a coy smile to him. “Why should I be the only one undressed?”

Rhys flashed a grin before pulling his own shirt off, his muscles straining as he raised his arms to pull it over his head before tossing it to the floor. While making quick work to discard his pants, you couldn't help but reach out and touch his abdomen, your fingers softly grazing his tight and muscular build.

Rhys grabbed your hand then, kissing your palm. “These hands,” he said, pecking it again, “have far too much power over me.” Pulling one of your fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirled sensually around and around, and all you could do is think of how it might feel against your slit.

He popped your finger from his mouth, sliding down to the edge of the bed, his hands digging into the flesh at your hips.

“Be a good girl for me darling, and spread your legs.”

Gods, that sentence alone could have undone you. You did not need to be told twice, and Rhys’s hands now pressed your thighs apart as he placed gentle kisses along your stomach and thighs, making his way to your core.

You jolted at the first lick, his tongue running painfully slow up your slit before he hummed against you. “You are delicious.” Rhys continued to lick and suck at your core with expertise, causing your toes to curl as you clutched at the sheets.

Bringing himself up to your face now, Rhys kissed you deeply, and you could taste yourself on his lips as your tongues moved together. His hand slowly slinked back up to your wing, while the other found your core as two fingers dipped into your entrance. Your body contorted as pleasure sparked from both ends as he kept his lips on yours, working his fingers and hands in unison.

You were a moaning, writhing mess, and in a state of shock as the High Lord stimulated you from both ends.

“That’s it gorgeous, let yourself go for me.”

Your eyes found his, now wide with pleasure as your mouth formed an ‘o’. He held your gaze, his smile predatory as he watched your orgasm take over. Your back arched, and you felt liquid spill from you as your tunnel clenched around his fingers over and over. Your wings were twitching under the lazy swirl of his hand, and you let out a series of moans you had never heard from your own mouth. “That’s it, good girl,” Rhys coached, slowing his movements as you rode out your orgasm.

Coming down from your high, you were overcome with the need to touch Rhys again, to return the favour. You grabbed his shoulders, flipping yourself on top of him as you closed your mouth of his. Rhys chuckled into the kiss, pulling you back as his violet eyes darted between yours. “What are you doing princess?”

You smiled back knowingly. “Saying thank you.” Rhys raised his eyebrows, an amused smirk resting on his face. He opened his mouth to retort, but he didn't have a chance as you palmed his hardened cock. Throwing his head back in pleasure, you couldn't help the excitement you felt at the sight of this gorgeous Illyrian who was now moaning under you. You ran your hand along his shaft, using your thumb to apply pressure to the head.

“Oh sweetheart,” Rhys groaned, his hands finding the roots of your hair and pulling you in for another kiss. You continued to work your hand along his shaft, delighting at the liquid that seeped from the tip. You had to taste him.

Sliding down the bed, you grabbed his cock, bringing the tip to your lips and licking the liquid that pooled there. His taste was musky yet sweet, and it drove an animalistic instinct in you. You kissed the tip before running your tongue along his length. Rhys clutched at his own chest, letting out a deep rumble before his hands found the roots of your hair. You closed your mouth over the tip, using your tongue to swirl around as you worked his base.

“Ugh, Gods Y/N,” Rhys grunted, his body jerking in pleasure. “You’ll be the death of me.”

You smiled against his shaft, pushing him deeper in your throat as you sucked and slurped at his base. You could tell your High Lord was doing his best to control himself, but he couldn't help the small ruts he was making against your face.

Rhys gently pried your from his cock then, pulling you in for another deep kiss before turning you under him. It was a game now – whoever was on top was in charge, and you enjoyed both positions.

Rhys ran his eyes over you again, his expression fond yet lustful. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, crawling back off your bed to stand at it’s edge. “C’mere sweetheart.” You held his gaze as you moved to him, both of your chests heaving with heavy breaths as you stood before each other, naked. He raked gentle hands over you, starting at your wings before moving to your neck, gently caressing the hollow of your throat before sliding lower to cup and squeeze your breasts. It took all you had to stay standing.

Suddenly, Rhys turned you, bending you at your waist and forcing your chest back down to the mattress. He was on you in an instant, the feeling of his rippled abdomen pressing against your back as his shaft poked at your entrance. Fingers gently stroked your wings, as Rhys whispered in your ear. “Do you want me to fuck you, princess?”

“Please,” was all you could say, your eyes clenched in anticipation as your tunnel begged to be filled.

“What wonderful manners you have,” he teased before placing a gentle bite where your wings sprouted from your back. You yelped in pleasure and pain, and Rhys pressed the tip of his cock into you at the same time. You could feel how easily he slid in, your juices and arousal beckoning him deeper.

“Gods, Y/N. You feel like heaven,” Rhys panted, filling you slowly as you stretched around him. You whimpered back, clutching at the sheets again as he kept a steady hand on your lower back. It wasn't long until he filled you completely, and you hummed at the sensation of him drawing back before pressing in with a long stroke.

“That’s it, good girl,” Rhys hummed, his voice thick and low as he continued to fuck you, slow and sensually.

You knew it wouldn't take long for you to find your finish, but you couldn't anticipate the extent of your pleasure as Rhys moved his hands against your spread wings, tracing and massaging in all the right spots. The added sensation made your eyes widen, and a series of patterned moans escaped you as he began to fuck you harder. The sound of your slapping bodies and unison moans filled the room, Rhys then clutching the base of your wings, using them to pull you into him again and again.

“That’s it, take me Y/N. That’s a good girl.” Rhys’s voice was wild now, more feral as you both chased your release.

And as Rhys circled his thumbs where his hands grasped your wings, it was the final jolt of pleasure that had you cumming on your High Lords cock. You gasped, your mouth agape as a long whine escaped you, your tunnel clenching around his shaft as ripples of pleasure racked through your body. Rhys was not far behind, and he finished inside you with a deep guttural roar.

Your wings twitched as you came down from your high, Rhys now resting against your back as he kissed your neck. You felt him soften before he withdrew, moving to gently lay on the bed, pulling you to him as he kissed your forehead.

“What do you make of wing play, Y/N?” he winked down at you, his grin one of pure male satisfaction.

You bit your lip, smiling in excitement at the new world of pleasure Rhys had introduced you to. “I look forward to doing that some more,” you answered, batting your lashes up at him.

Rhys smiled, his eyebrows raising before he leaned in to kiss your nose. ‘Give me a moment darling, and I’d be happy to teach you all over again.”

You and Rhys made love three more times that night, before finally settling into a tangle of sheets and sweaty sleep. And while you awoke alone in your bed the next morning, your heart was content at the note and fresh vase of lavender at your side table.

Darling Y/N, I have business to attend to this morning. Please enjoy the lavender from the field you so gracefully crashed into yesterday. Practice will resume after lunch – flying or fucking, the choice is yours.

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AN: This is my first time writing for Rhys, let alone spicy Rhys! I hope I’ve done him justice. As always, I love hearing your feedback, and comment to join my tag list ❤️

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[shadowdaddies]

Hello!! Could you do a fluffy Rhys x reader where reader deals with frequent migraines and he tries to help her find ways to prevent or lessen them?

Rhys scratching my scalp sounds so good right now 😔😔

hi lovely! a scalp massage always sounds good to me, hope you enjoy this cozy little blurb💜

Migraine Treatment

Rhysand x Reader fluff

You laid back on the couch, the dying embers of the fire the only light or sound you could bear at the moment. The sharp pain shooting through your skull was nauseating, making you afraid to move in case it would trigger further pain.

The door creaked open, a wave of agitation flowing through you at the disturbance which Rhys quickly picked up on. Slipping off his shoes, he padded over to the kitchen with feather-light steps. Grabbing a washcloth from under the counter, Rhys carefully dampened the fabric with warm water before making his way over to you.

“Here, my love. Sit up a little for me,” he murmured, voice low and gentle. You obeyed, groaning at the pulsing in your head as you leaned forward. Rhys tucked himself in behind you on the couch, his legs wrapping around your body as he pulled you to lay back against his chest. 

He set the towel around your neck, its warm plushness already soothing the muscles there. “Would a massage help?” he murmured, leaning low to press a tender kiss to your temple. 

Managing to whisper a small, “yes,” you allowed yourself to relax into Rhys’s warmth, his body surrounding you like heated pillows on all sides. Closing your eyes, you heard the sound of a bottle being opened, the soothing scent of lavender filling your nose as Rhys rubbed it into his hands. 

A soft, content sigh left your lips as Rhys’s fingers found your scalp, moving in soft circles against the painful areas. The tension melted away with each stroke, your heartbeat slowing as you relaxed into a half-asleep state. Your mate’s hands moved lower, thumbs working the pressure points on your neck that Madja had showed him could provide you with the most relief. 

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but when you awoke again, Rhys was still holding you in his arms, supporting your neck as he ran his hands through your hair, humming softly. As you stirred, Rhys leaned down, violet eyes gleaming as he smiled at you. 

“How are you feeling?” he murmured, tone low as his fingers continued combing through your hair. 

“Better,” you whispered, just as your stomach growled in demand. With a soft laugh, Rhys leaned down to press another kiss to your temple.

“Do you feel better enough for some soup and a bath?” he questioned, hands moving down to massage your shoulders.

With a satisfied sigh, you nodded, eyes looking to his in adoration. “That would be very nice,” you murmured, urging your stiff muscles to cooperate as you sat up. Rhys adjusted the towel under your neck, giving you support as he carried you up to the bathtub, which was already filling with flower petals and scented oils. 

He laid you down in the bath, grabbing a neck cushion which he swapped for your towel as he turned to leave you in the warm water. “Rhys, won’t you join me?” you called out, a hand reaching for him.

With a small chuckle, Rhys pulled your outstretched hand to his lips, never breaking eye contact as he kissed your knuckles. “I’m just going to grab your soup, and then I will be right back to take care of you,” he purred, a promise glimmering in those violet eyes.

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[theostrophywife]

mirror mirror.

author’s note: in which rhys installs a full length mirror above your bed 🫦

“look at you, darling.” rhys said, spreading your legs apart. violet eyes gleamed with mischief as he trailed open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs. your lids fluttered close, but he gently nudged your cheek. “open your eyes, love. i want you to watch as i feast on you.”

heat pooled in your core as you opened your eyes. the full length mirror that your mate installed above your bed glittered overhead and you watched the reflection as rhysand’s dark head ducked between your legs. your breath hitched as he licked along your folds, his mouth wet and warm against the sensitive area.

instinctively, your fingers found purchase through rhysand’s silky locks. the high lord chuckled darkly when your hips lifted off the bed, eager to feel more of him against you. he held you down by hooking his arms around your legs, securing you in an ironclad grip as he ravished you. silver tongued as he was, he put his smart mouth to use and flicked his tongue in ways that you didn’t even know a tongue could move.

“oh gods, rhys.” you moaned, tugging at his scalp. “right there, please. feels so good. you’re so good.”

encouraged by your pleas, your mate wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly. you cried out as electricity pumped through your veins, the pleasure crashing into you like an errant wave.

“you’re so pretty when you cum,” rhysand hummed as he lapped up your arousal. “gods, look baby. you’re a fucking dream. i love eating your pussy until you cry.”

“i wanna kiss you, baby.”

your mate grinned and pulled you into his lap. his mouth glistened with your cum and he pressed his lips against yours, shyly at first. the kisses were playful, exploring, sticky sweet and petal soft. but then rhys parted your lips with his tongue and you moaned into his mouth, letting him take control as you rolled your hips against his middle.

“let me ride you, rhys.”

“fuck,” he hissed as you straddled him. “come on baby, wanna feel you on my cock.”

rhys looked up at the mirror, watching as your reflection sank down onto his length. you bit your lip as his cock stretched your walls, welcoming the sting of pain as rhysand fully sheathed himself within your warmth. you groaned into his mouth as he tilted your chin up, making you witness the deliciously erotic sight.

“can you see us, darling? we fit together like we were made for each other.”

“we’re perfect, baby.” you breathed as rhys thrust upwards, hitting a spot that had you bracing your hands on his shoulders. you nipped at his neck, your voice husky and low as you grinded into him. “i could do this forever.”

you squealed as rhysand flipped you over, pinning you underneath him. he hooked your right leg over his right shoulder, angling his hips so he could drive deeper and deeper inside of you. the stretch was delicious and you could see every inch of him as he rutted into you. rhysand was a male unleashed and he fucked like he was trying to fuse your souls together.

“look at yourself, darling. this is what i see every time i’m inside of you. you take me so fucking well. my good girl. you deserve to be adored. cherished. worshipped.”

you pulled him down to you, foreheads touching as you kissed him possessively. “i love you so fucking much, rhys. my mate. my lover. my heart.”

“i love you darling. until our souls are stardust.”

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[utterlyotterlyx]

Sweet Creature

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary - The bond snaps after a rather brutal breakup, and after witnessing you with another Vanserra, Azriel is trying to find a way to avoid being hurt once again.

Warnings - fluff, angst, pining, swearing, unrequited love, heartbreak, sad Az, happy ending (yay!)

Word count - 8.4k (oops)

Based on this ask

It had become so intense in the House of Wind that you had little to no choice in moving yourself to the River House. Between Nesta and Cassian's bustling sex life and the constant bickering arguments between Azriel and Elain, you decided that you needed some peace.

And fast.

Rhys had welcomed you at the door that day, his sort-of sister in arms surrounded by brown leather bags that he could almost envision you launching down the House of Wind steps just to escape as fast as possible. Flipping him off and smirking at his chuckle, you slipped around his form stood in the doorway and headed right to Nyx who was more than thrilled to see you, babbling incoherently and grabbing for you the moment you were in eyeshot.

"I take it that it's getting a bit loud over there?" Rhys turned to you, his shirt half unbuttoned and hands burrowed into his pockets. He was lucky. To have a mate and a child. To not have to live with the band of animals currently residing in the Night Court's most opulent residence.

"How am I supposed to get anything done wedged between that lot?" Nyx smiled at your cooing, lapping up all of your love and affection, "I'd much rather be here with my favourite prince."

Within minutes, your bags were taken upstairs by Rhys who was grumbling to himself about never being able to have any peace to which you blissfully quipped that you'd be out of his hair the moment he bought you a lavish apartment in the city. It wasn't as if he couldn't afford it after all.

Your position within the Inner Circle was irreplaceable. Not only were you Rhys' childhood best friend, the only one he could truly depend on before Cassian and Azriel flew into the picture, but you were also known as a witch. A powerful celestial being that had the capability to destroy and create as you saw fit with an affinity to sky and water magic.

The scales could have tilted in the wrong direction had you truly taken up Amarantha's offer to be her pet, the only reason you had confined yourself to that chamber Under The Mountain was to make sure that Rhys survived, and you played your part well, just as you always had.

A break was needed, the air in the House of Wind was almost suffocating, and no amount of your power was able to drown it. Elain was spending more time with Lucien, her mate, and Azriel was not happy about it considering that they were meant to be in a committed relationship. The barking insults and shouting had become too much to bare, so intense that your own power was itching for release in order to silence them for at least a couple of minutes.

"They're going to break up, aren't they?" Rhys certainly wouldn't be the first to tell Azriel I told you so, but he'd certainly be thinking it when the Shadowsinger would inevitably return to the River House just like you had to escape the nightmare of his life.

Humming softly, sadly, you looked up at Rhys, your godson in your arms resting his head on your chest, "I think so. Az hasn't been himself lately."

It was true, your friend had become a shell of himself, wallowing in self-loathing and doubt, and you cursed Elain eternally for turning him into such a thing. How anyone could hurt Azriel was beyond your scope of realisation, he was perfect in every way, devoted, kind, caring, and definitely a force to be reckoned with in the bedroom if your ears served you right.

Being attracted to Azriel was a natural bodily response, you had told yourself at least, it was difficult to not want to jump the bones of the illustrious Shadowsinger who kept a watchful eye on your every step. Like he was waiting for his moment to swoop in and save you.

But you had never needed saving, and you never would.

Elain and you had never really gotten along, it wasn't as though you hadn't tried to be friendly with the Made sister, she just couldn't stand to be around you. Maybe her own abilities clashed with yours, perhaps she was terrified of you. You couldn't blame her, the idea of you was one that stalked travellers and gifted nightmares to the young.

A celestial witch. In the flesh.

Anyone who knew you well enough would be able to dispel any wrongful intent, but Elain was not one of those people.

"I did warn him," Rhys' finger drifted to hook itself around Nyx's outstretched hand, and he shook it gently as he continued on, "A mating bond is not something to get entangled with."

"Az needs us to be his friends right now, Rhys. A breakup on its own is awful, but when it's so close, when he's been waiting so long for it, it's bound to hurt."

A firm hand on your shoulder comforted you, you knew how tough it must be for Azriel to go through it, after how painful it was to hold out hoping that he would be enough to suddenly not be, "I know, Witchling," you scoffed at the nickname as you always had and always would, Rhys pressed a dainty kiss into your hair, like a brother to a newly born sister, "Whatever he needs, I'm here, and so are you."

If you had known what awaited you that week, you'd take the telling words back in a second.

Like you had guessed, Azriel moved back into the River House, residing in his own room across the hall from your own. And boy, was he a raincloud if you ever did see one. Even his shadows looked solemn, and they didn't have faces. Azriel looked positively awful, constantly messy hair, large bags of onyx that imprinted onto the skin beneath his usually warm hazel eyes that had turned into nothing but dark pools of heartbroken sadness.

In the night, you had heard him crying, you'd stood outside of his door, not saying a word, but hoping that he knew that someone was there for him even if he didn't want them to be.

You had tried to talk to him, to coax him out of his haze by offering to train with him, or walk with him along the banks of the Sidra, you'd even asked him if beating your ass whilst you wore a mask of Lucien would bring a smile to his face. Unfortunately, everything you had tried had failed you, and you were at a loss as to help your friend.

"Honestly Rhys, how do you reach anything in here?" Rhys was hovering in the doorway, eyebrow raised with delight as he watched you try and scale the countertops to reach the top shelf of the cupboard.

There were chocolate chips for your cookies up there, and they had your name all over them.

"It's not my fault you're not Illyrian," his eyes darkened into a smirk, "Why don't you just hop onto your broomstick and fly?"

Even a silent Azriel emitted a gasp from his place on the opposite side of the centre island. If there was one thing you hated, it was being likened to the witches children sang about in their storybooks. It offended you how utterly unalike you were, and it made you seethe when someone, usually Rhys or Cassian, would use that hatred to rile you up.

"Oh," you stood on the countertop, towering over the High Lord by a few mere inches, "Is that why all of the doorways are so wide? Because your fat fucking head needs all the room it can get?"

Rhys stood speechless before you, the room fell silent.

Then a laugh.

Not yours of Rhys', you had to check it wasn't you making any noise before your eyes landed on the owner of the most joyful thing you'd heard in weeks.

A smile. Curled parted lips as a howling laugh ripped through them. Azriel's shadows danced to the sound, and his body shook with it. You could have cried, but you kept it together, you choked down your happiness to witness the momentary return of the one who meant the most to you.

It was no secret that you used to be Azriel's favourite. There was nothing that the two of you wouldn't do together, even if it was a medial task like taking you to the bakery or finding you a new Starfall dress that would make Mor dim in comparison. Azriel was always happy to come along. Until Elain, and then you had stopped seeing another, you'd drifted so far apart that he didn't even properly greet you anymore, all you were adorned with was a curt nod and tight lipped smile before Elain would whisk him away.

The male in front of you was nothing like that one, not in that singular glimmer of hope at least. Once his laughter died down, and a serene smile planted itself on his lips, Azriel opened his eyes and moved them to you, they glowed with something you couldn't quite understand, and then they widened. His eyes faltered. His smile faded.

Azriel gasped.

"Mate."

Darting your line of sight to Rhys, you pointed at him, flickering your gaze back to Azriel who had rose from his seat "Him?"

Rhys swatted your finger away, "I'm mated, y/n," Rhys glanced between you and took a step backward.

"So?" It couldn't be. Not right now. Not now.

"I can't do this," Azriel was struggling to breathe, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, sweat beaded at his brow and his skin had paled.

Scrambling down from the worktop, you went to take a step toward him, one that he mirrored in the opposing direction, furling his wings behind his back and clawing his shadows into submission, "Don't, Az. I can go."

The visible wince of pain that shot through you was enough for Azriel to suck in a breath and disappear from sight. The bond was dull, a golden thread soaring across the night sky to meet a shield of inked darkness. Azriel had closed you off. Shut you out.

Silence befell the kitchen, the chocolate chips you had gotten from the top shelf now scattered across the dark oak wood beneath your bare feet. Rhys had never seen you cry, he almost thought it impossible, but then he saw that single tear roll down your cheek, he could feel the pain radiating from you from finding your mate for him only to run from you.

"Hey, it's alright," he wrapped you into his arms, shushing you softly as he ran his fingers through your hair to soothe the quiet sobs rattling your shoulders, "It's going to be fine, y/n. Azriel's just confused, he'll be thrilled soon. Just you wait."

The snap had been gentle, like you had just come home after a long day, like you'd stepped through the door to see everyone you had ever loved all in one place and he was at the epicentre of it. Safe. Warm. Perfect.

Being a witch, you were never sure how life would look for you. Not even the cauldron understood your kind, you had always thought that perhaps the cauldron overlooked your species for the things most pure, like mating bonds and children. Witchlings were rare, you were the lone example of it, perhaps a part of you thought that you weren't allowed to have any love or joy, that you weren't good enough for it.

And there it was right in front of you, with the male a part of you had always yearned for, dancing in ash.

In the weeks that followed, Azriel did all he could to avoid you. No reason was good enough to make Azriel even glance in your direction let alone utter anything to you.

It had gotten to the point where you had asked Rhys for the keys to the cabin, you packed up your things and stepped through time to stand on that cold wooden floor with moonlight drifting through the small square windows.

You’d never thought that you could ever feel so alone, but as you stood there in a cabin so cold that you could see your own breath, the loneliness certainly began to set in.

There was little else to do other than light a fire to warm the little cabin on the outskirts of the city and run a bath; the tub was surrounded by candles, the ottoman at the foot of it was full of scented oils and salts which made your heart flutter. At least if you were to wallow in your own heartbreak you’d be able to do it smelling like the ocean surrounded by candlelight.

Bubbles crept up your neck as you sank into the wooden tub, it should have been a tranquil moment for you, but it was far from it in reality.

Az, please. Just talk to me. I'm still y/n, I'm still your friend. Things don't have to change.

Instead of enjoying the alone time like you should have considering that it was rare to have a minute of peace in a city full of needy children, you sat and let your mind wonder just how everything had gotten so messed up. You understood his confusion, really, you did, you understood how conflicting it must have been for him to separate with Elain, the female he was ready to spend the rest of his existence with, to then find out he was mated to you, not just you as his friend, but you as a witch.

Talk to me.

Too many tears had been spilled, you couldn't stop them from flowing from your eyes each time Azriel would fumble some excuse to get away from you. The bond was cold, it was like trying to break through a shield, an icy 10 foot deep floor that wouldn't even crack under whatever you would throw at it.

If you need me to leave then I will, Az. I'll leave for you, so you can have space, so you can think.

In the weeks that followed the revelation, you'd done all you could to try and get through to him, to let him know that you weren't expecting him to accept it, that he could take all the time he needed to process everything before speaking to you, all you needed was a sign that he was listening to you, that you mattered. It didn't surprise you that Azriel hadn't exactly thought about you in the predicament, of what it had done to you, and you couldn't even be angry at him over it because you'd be the same.

It didn't mean that it didn't hurt though.

Dark skies littered with blinking starlight was cast overhead, too beautiful to be real, too beautiful that you were sure that it was some kind of abstract painting on a black canvas. The cabin used to be one of your favourite places, Azriel and you used to escape there frequently, spending nights upon nights drinking Rhys' best wine and talking about everything and nothing.

A soft knock at the door pulled you from the memories, your eyes drifted to the clock softly ticking on the wall and you frowned, it was quite late. Lifting yourself from the tub, you wrapped a towel around your frame and padded over to the door, your wet footprints embedding themselves in the wood below. Slight disappointment sliced through you when you opened the door to see Mor, Nesta and Feyre on the deck shivering in the brisk breeze.

"We brought supplies," Nesta pushed past you, placing a wicker basket on the table and shrugging off her coat, "By supplies I mean wine, wine, and more wine."

Mor and Feyre entered, sniffing the air with soft smiles, they had always loved your scent, it was peaceful, like ocean waves lapping against the side of a mountain at dusk, airy, blissful, fresh.

The news had spread around the Inner Circle rather quickly thanks to Rhys, he had told Cassian, and well, Cassian wasn't exactly known for holding his tongue. The Lord of Bloodshed had apologised to you, feeling guilty for making things worse between you and Azriel, but you didn't mind. All you wanted was for the Shadowsinger to simply look at you. Anything else was a pointless worry. Not worth your time.

Tugging the towel tighter around your frame, you forced a smile, "This is really nice. Thank you."

Strangely, both Nesta and Feyre had been surprisingly supportive of the bond between you and Azriel. To them it made sense, you had been friends for over 500 years, you both struggled with fitting in, and you only felt truly comfortable to let your walls down around one another. To them, the bond had been there for a long time, waiting for the perfect moment. Too bad that the perfect moment had ended up making feel like the most worthless creature on the planet.

"Has he let you in yet?" Nesta rested her hand on your shoulder, her other hand was busy handing you a goblet of wine which you hugged closely to your chest and shook your head, "I'm sorry y/n. I really thought he would have by now."

"Give it time. He'll come around," Feyre draped her cloak over the arm of one of the dining chairs, smoothing out her skirt. It had always astounded you just how perfect they all were, the Archeron sisters that is, it was hard to understand how any male couldn't be attracted to them. They were quite heavenly.

"You've all been saying that for weeks," you shrugged off Nesta's hand, exasperated, "If anything he's become colder. Azriel doesn't acknowledge me, he looks right through me, he finds any reason possible to not be in the same room as me and when he sees me in the halls he turns on his heels and runs."

"I'm now living in this damned cabin hoping that some space will help him," your shoulders dropped, "I've waited my entire existence for this, I started to think that I wasn't worthy of it, and when it happened and the bond snaps with the one person I know that I could be truly happy with," your bottom lip wobbled slightly, but you choked it down and swallowed hard, "He ran."

Mor leaned forward in her seat, wide eyes under her perfectly sculpted furrowed brows, "It has nothing to do with you, y/n."

"How am I supposed to believe that when he won't even look at me?"

Something thick and fluffy draped over you, Nesta's robe that you always eyed was resting on your shoulders, "Go and get in your comfy clothes, then we can talk and bitch until all you feel is anger."

Amongst the chatter, you spied the three leather bags full to the brim of differing clothes and cosmetics, and then you realised that you weren't alone, not really, not when those three bags of clothes and trinkets belonged to the three females in the cabin with you, clearly ready to move in and stay with you until you were ready to face life again.

Who needed a man when you had three raging bitch queens?

Nesta was right, you just had to get back to work.

If anything was going to be able to distract you from that aching in your chest, then it would be work.

Luckily, Rhys, whilst he loved your abilities greatly, saw you as much more than just a celestial witch residing in his court, he likened you to a sister, blood family, which meant that he trusted no one more than you to act on his behalf when it came to court politics.

Holding such a position meant that you were rather close with the High Lords, they never saw you as Rhys' lackey at all, they saw you as a being that cared greatly about the continent who would stop at nothing to ensure harmony in all jurisdictions. Such a role meant that you were also required to entertain the High Lords whenever they visited Velaris, a place you had extended to them after the war to aid their research and better their own courts, with your help of course.

That particular evening, Rhys had asked you to entertain a certain High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra; he was visiting Lucien and his new mate, Elain, and the entire visit was putting Azriel on edge. So, naturally, you couldn't say no.

"I always love our dinners, y/n," Eris' whisky amber gaze burned into you, searching the supernatural speckles in your own.

It was no secret that Eris had a flame for you, a being he found intriguing beyond belief, in the grasp of the Night Court when Eris knew how much you would thrive in Autumn by his side. The High Lord had offered Rhys pretty much everything he could to try and convince him to let him near you. All attempts had been swiftly denied.

Plates were littered with blotches of sauce and chicken bones, two empty bottles of red had been disposed of long ago, and you were just about to order that sticky toffee slice that made your toes curl when Eris asked, "When were you going to tell me about you and Azriel, hm?"

Candlelight drifted over the side of his face, illuminating his eyes against the darkening backdrop. "What are you talking about?"

Eris smirked, swirling the second glass of your third bottle that evening in perfect circles in his palm, "Come on, y/n. You reek of him, that cedar scent that even I have to admit is rather interesting."

In all of your self wallowing and sudden busyness you hadn't realised that the scent of the mating bond lingered on you, entwining with your scent of blissful oceans to create something new, something drowning. Something suffocating.

"I can admit that the news did hurt me, just a little bit," Eris, since the war, had allowed his hair to grow out. It sat just below his shoulders, layered and playful, he had it lazily pulled back low on his head. Something about that hair and those eyes made you question everything you knew, and you did know that you weren't the only one who felt like that when around the High Lord of Autumn.

Fluttering your lashes at Eris, you ran your fingers across the line of your bodice, "I apologise. It seems that fate wanted to lead me elsewhere."

Eris dismissed the waiter, eyes grinning at you through his lashes, "Let's go to Rita's. I need to drink some more, and you," he pointed to you, knowing that he was interrupting a rather important date with a rather important pudding, and said, "Need to loosen up, Witchling."

That fucking name.

You were sure that steam was emitting from your ears, but you couldn't deny that he was right, you couldn't really remember the last time you let loose and danced the night into oblivion. So you grabbed your purse from the table, a ornate gold cage that matched the intricate details of your skirt, and rose from your seat, "I hate how right you are, Vanserra. Let's go."

The High Lord towered over you, like all of them did really, stupid high fae and Illyrians and their stupid perfect genes making them so handsome and mysterious and utterly fuckable.

Stumbling from the restaurant at the edge of the Sidra, you looped your arm through Eris' and he practically had to pull you along the streets of the city or else you'd go and do a ritual in a field or something. Despite his crush, Eris found that part you a bit odd. In a way, you did too.

"When are you going to come to Autumn, Witchling? You know you'd love it there."

Eris propositioned you with the notion every time he saw you, he clearly thought that if he pestered you about it enough then you'd agree to it one day. Even just a fleeting visit would be enough to satisfy him. Just a day or two. You couldn't deny that Autumn piqued your interest, and with everything going on, perhaps a little break would do you some good.

"Maybe sooner than you think," despite the shameless flirting, you were glad that you could call Eris your friend, underneath that mask of loathing, you found the High Lord to be complex, and he appreciated your understanding. You were the only being that had ever approached him with kindness and treated him for who he truly was and not what he displayed. "All of this stuff with Azriel is spinning my mind. I feel like I'm going insane."

Eris hummed, tugging you a bit tighter into his side as he draped his arm over your shoulder, something completely platonic that you knew would send a certain someone spiralling, "That's what mating bonds do, y/n. I know that everyone keeps on telling you that he'll come around, I hope he does. Truly." It was the first time you had seen him say something and know that he was sincere of it "But, for tonight and tonight only, you are mine and we are going to drink and dance until we physically can't anymore, alright?"

Inhaling deeply, you met his gaze, "Alright."

Rita's was packed to the brim, you could feel the music thumping through the air so intensely that the ground beneath your feet was vibrating in time with the bass. Suddenly, you felt overdressed, but Eris commanded that you not think of it as he pulled you through the doors and past the guards who nodded at you with a curt smile as you clicked by.

In Velaris, you were quite known for being the wild one, the entire city was in awe of you and the powers you displayed so beautifully. More often than not, you would be found in the poorer parts of the city enchanting the children with your magic, curls of water would dance along their cheeks, and they would gasp when you would pluck a star from the sky and rest it in the palm of your hand. You knew what it felt like to feel alone and forgotten, being the last existing witch in your coven and all, and you didn't want anyone else to feel like that. So, if some water and a star would bring some form of happiness to those children, then you'd spend the rest of your life bringing them that wonder.

Eris tugged you through the grinding bodies, some of which parted as soon as they saw your eyes glistening in the lights, and stopped at the bar, shouting over the music to order drinks for you both before he turned, handing you a glass of what you could only assume was straight liquor, "To stealing you from the Night Court, Witchling," Eris raised his glass, rolling your eyes, you met it with a clink and wasted no time in downing the liquid, relishing in the burn that travelled down your throat and chest.

"Keep dreaming, Vanserra."

Hand on heart, Eris swayed into you, "Oh believe me, y/n, I do."

If you had known who was staring at you from across the room then you would have taken a step away from Eris, much like if you had seen the shadows followed you since you left the cabin that evening you wouldn't have agreed to go to Rita's. It was too late to do anything when your eyes connected with his, yours widened in surprise and solemn shock as his own narrowed, flickering between you and Eris before softening.

Of course, the first time Azriel actually looked at you was when you were stood beside Eris Vanserra, a High Lord, the brother of the one now laying with Elain.

Fuck.

It was like he didn't even see you really, he only saw Eris standing far too close to the one the cauldron had decided to be his mate. There was no way to be blind to the hatred between them, and with Azriel's temper and Eris' flare for the dramatics, you weren't surprised that Rhys had asked you to entertain the latter for the evening.

Noticing how your body froze, Eris frowned, he followed your line of sight to the Shadowsinger perched at a booth across the room ignoring both Cassian and Rhys who were trying to speak to him, to keep him calm.

Rhys. I didn't know.

I know, y/n. It'll be fine. We can handle Az if you can handle Eris.

Stiffly nodding, you turned to speak to Eris, to convince him to leave and find another place to drink, but he was gone. Then you saw his red hair moving through the crowd and you cursed, colourfully, and you scrambled through the crowd to try and reach him before he did something stupid.

Rushing up the steps to the usual booth reserved for the Inner Circle only, you stopped in your tracks as Eris' voice sliced through the chilled air, "When are you going to give our sweet y/n a break, Rhys? I keep on asking her to come to Autumn but she keeps on refusing."

Stop talking.

"It seems that she could use a break now more than ever."

Stop fucking talking.

"Especially since the bond is unrequited and she's sat in that little cabin day in day out wondering what her fate will be."

Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you tugged on him, harshly, like you were reprimanding a dog on a leash, "Stop talking."

Little did you know, that one touch alone was enough to make Azriel visibly flinch and shudder with pain. That one act pierced his heart deadlier than Elain ever had or could, the way your fingers rested just over Eris' pulse, the way you looked at him with flame in your eyes, it was too much.

Eris wouldn't hurt you, you were the closest thing he had to a true friend, bit his loosened lips would be the end of you, "You both know that this isn't fair on her. Why is she the one who has to sit in misery and move to the outskirts of this city in order to make your poor Azriel more comfortable?"

Tension bubbled, Rhys was slowly rising from his seat whilst Cassian angled himself in front of Azriel, probably to stop the Shadowsinger from doing something he would come to regret, "Eris, you're making it worse," he finally gave you his attention, "Just wait outside for me, we can find somewhere else to drink, okay?"

It took him a moment, but your pleading eyes convinced him to listen, and Eris moved from your side, disappearing from you and leaving you stood before three Illyrians, all of which you were sure didn't wish to be around you in that moment. Fiddling with your fingers, you looked up from the ground at them, "I'm sorry. I didn't know that you were going to be here. You told me to keep him entertained, I'm sorry."

Rhys froze, his breath caught in his throat, and Azriel was glaring at him with such intensity that it made even you shrink, and you didn't shrink away from anything or anyone, "I'll go. I'm sorry," your chest ached when Azriel didn't even glance in your direction, instead keeping his gaze trained on his High Lord who simply nodded once at you.

Then you left, you grasped Eris by the lobe of his ear and dragged him away from Rita's before Azriel could make him pay for his words, or even worse, Rhys. It took only a few blocks for Eris to swat your hand away, "I'm not a child, y/n." Eris rubbed the red tinged patch of skin at his ear with a pout.

Velaris watched on as you bundled down a cobbled path toward the bank of the Sidra, a place you went to often to channel your magic, it was serene and beautiful, and had been the perfect place for you to find your calm in the midst of such brutality, "That is my mate, Eris. Do you understand that? Azriel is going through so much already, he lost Elain to Lucien," Eris cocked his brow in warning but you continued, "Elain was meant to be the one for him, and as long as Az was happy then I could choke down everything I had ever felt for him because he deserved all of the happiness possible after everything he's been through. I could live alone for the rest of my days as long as he was happy. Then it turns out that he's mine, that he was always meant to be mine, it should have been the best day of our lives," tears pooled on your bottom lids and you were sick of it, of crying, you had never cried, it wasn't in your nature but it was all you could do these days.

"Azriel can't even look at me, I had to move out of the River House and isolate myself from everyone I love just to give him a moment to think and process everything," you turned to Eris, "You just had to prod him, didn't you? You just had to get under his skin. Do you know how this looks? Elain chose Lucien and then he sees me drinking with you?"

Eris ran a hand over his face and sighed, "I didn't mean to make things difficult, y/n. I just want what's best for you, what you deserve."

"I know and I appreciate that, I really do. I just wanted things to get better, not worse."

It astounded Eris how Azriel wasn't over to moon to have you as his mate, you were elegant and graceful, a formidable opponent, tactical and sharp, and one of the most beautiful creatures to ever walk under the skies of Prythian. Perhaps he could have been a touch more sensitive to the situation at hand.

The moonlight waltzed over the rippling waters of the Sidra which acted as a mirror to the sky above, clear and bright, full of possibility.

The bond strained in your soul, empty and unrequited, a lone dying ember searching for its flame, and you knew then that Azriel was going to pull away from you more than ever.

"You should go back to the House of Wind," your voice was small and weak, "I'll see you before you leave tomorrow."

Eris took a step toward you, fumbling, knowing that he had messed up, "Please, y/n."

"Eris," he paused his movements, "Just go. I'll see you tomorrow."

Knowing that nothing was going to change your stubborn mind, Eris retreated up the embankment and down the cobbled path, leaving you completely and utterly alone.

Pebbles brushed together under your weight, moving flat to accommodate your position. You hugged your knees to your chest, unclasping your heels and tossing them aside, rubbing the skin on your ankles softly to alleviate the pinching that was once there.

How long could you go like this? How long would be able to deal with the rejection before it broke you? How long until you took Eris up on his offer and left Velaris forever?

You didn't have much time to think of an answer, not when a familiar cool pressure coiled at the small of your back, travelling up your spine and over your shoulders. The shadows drifted through your hair and you smiled sadly at them, at the sweet sign to tell you that you weren't alone.

"How did you find me?"

A shuffle sounded from behind you, shoes scraping along the pebbles, "This is our place. Where else would you go?"

You turned then, peering over your shoulder at him, examining him for a moment. Azriel certainly looked better, his eyes had lightened by a couple of hues and his skin was healthy an tanned to perfection, though, sadness and doubt still lingered in his eyes.

Silently cursing yourself, you turned back to the water. It was yours and Azriel's place, it always had been, until Elain came along that is and then it became your place. Whenever either of you had a bad day, the other would bring them there, to listen to the water rushing up on the rocks and watch the stars, and you'd talk, about anything that was bothering you and causing you any pain, and then suddenly you'd be alright again.

You rose from the ground, brushing little fragments of twigs and dirt from the golden swirls of your skirt, and Azriel gazed at you as you did, wondering how his best friend had become a stranger so quickly, "If I had known you were there tonight I wouldn't have taken him."

"I know," Azriel had his hands bundled into his pockets, afraid that if they lingered at his side then he would reach for you and risk a whole other world of pain, "I think we need to break the bond."

The world stopped moving.

"What?"

Azriel repeated, "I think we need to break the bond."

Break the bond.

It writhed in your chest, it writhed in pain and sorrow, striking you so deeply that you thought you may stop breathing, "I can't do it again. I can't be broken like this again, not with another Vanserra, not with anyone."

Thumping in your chest, your heart cried out, lurching around in its cage, and you struggled to form any words, "Az-"

"It's what's best for us, y/n."

No. No, no, no.

"How can you say that?" Azriel frowned, his hazel orbs softening, like he too was in pain, "I have done everything I can to give you space to process this, I moved out of our home, twice, to give you space to process whatever you need to process and feel whatever it is that you need to feel. I have gone 500 years being perfectly content of being your friend and that alone, because that was better than not having you at all. I stood by and watched you pine for Mor, and then her, the one who put such a wedge between us that I was reduced to polite hellos and nods. But I dealt with it, for you and your happiness. I dealt with all of the comparisons and pain, I dealt with the punishment of your feelings for her. I would deal with every ounce of hatred you throw at me if it meant that you would feel better, hoping that one day you'd realise that I have always been here for you, that I have always loved you in ways that no one else ever could."

You were pacing up and down the riverbank, pebbles knocking together as you walked, and Azriel stood before you unmoving, unknowing of what to say and only knowing that he needed it to end, "You never even gave it a chance," your choked whisper put him on edge.

Azriel had never seen you cry, had never heard of it happening, clearly Rhys had negated to tell him just how deeply the last few weeks had impacted you. To the point where you had actually cried. Tears gathered at your bottom lids and he noticed how you looked up at the sky to prevent them from falling.

"You never let me in."

Everything within Azriel was screaming at him to reach for you, the bond that he had frozen in place behind a wall of shadow was battering against the shield like a ram to break free and comfort you.

You were right, you had been his best friend, one of the few he could ever really depend on for everything. Elain had never liked you, she had always blamed it on her abilities not being able to harmonise with your own, but Azriel had always known it was deeper than that. Elain was a seer, and somehow it hadn't dawned on Azriel just how much she could have been hiding.

Elain hated it when he spent time with you, and being as in love as he was, he believed that it was down to some strange jealously that lingered on the surface. No one would have blamed Elain for her jealousy, you were truly a sweet creature, the other half to his marred coin that he had so carelessly tossed away. What if Elain had seen something and had chosen to lead Azriel away from you in order to preserve what she wanted them to share?

"I've given you everything I can," you sounded utterly defeated, "I don't know what else to do, Azriel."

His name was like a sonnet on your lips, one of heart-breaking sadness and longing, and he stepped to it, his shadows swirled around his body and drifted out to you. They had always adored you. They had always sought after you, a stark difference to their hiding from Elain.

"I would ruin you, y/n. You deserve so much more, so much better than me," his fingers twitched for you, he was so close yet so far from holding you, from inhaling the coconut scent of your shampoo and the scent of your soul, of soft salted breezes and jasmine, "I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted you to feel like you weren't worthy of love, and I'm so sorry for making you think that you were alone in the world," you had cocked your head to the side in question, "Rhys told me."

Azriel took another step forward, exhaling with relief when you didn't make a move to get away from him, "Love scares me. Elain had my heart in the palm of my hand and then crushed it, and then the bond snapped with you, with the one person I know would never hurt me, and I just couldn't risk it. I can't risk it. I can't risk being broken again, I can't risk hurting you."

All this time, when Azriel had been wallowing in the loss of Elain, of having to deal with her and Lucien's bond, he had completely neglected you, and your feelings. It was something you had never done to him, something you never could.

A gentle breeze flowed through the air, it carried your scent to him, and on inhaling it, he felt his entire body relax, he felt his aching disappear, and it was as though the world had gotten clearer. You turned away from him, hands folded over your chest and facing the river so that he couldn't see your tears, "I thought I was destined to be alone. The rules of your kind and the fae have never really applied to me, even the Cauldron doesn't understand me. I thought that it took the chance of love from me, but now I see that it was just some cruel joke."

Let her in. Feel her.

The shadows cooed to him, faintly, like a lullaby to a new-born babe.

"If it'll bring you peace," your voice broke, "Then break it. Break the bond. I'll find some other place to be."

Don't let her get away. Mate. She loves you. Love her. Let her in.

As though the world was tilting, Azriel let down that wall, he felt that bond slither over the seam of it to reach you, and then what he felt brought him to his knees.

Love. Wanting. Hope. Pain. Sorrow. Longing.

It consumed him with light, fighting off the demons that had been left to plague him, decimating them with the most pure substance in Prythian. Love.

When you heard his knees hit the ground you had turned and ran to where he knelt on the pebbles, meeting him as you slid onto your own, ignoring the stabbing into your skin, "Az? Are you alright? What's wrong?" You cupped his face in your hands and he felt each one of your fingertips flow life back into him.

The two tethers to the bond were dancing with one another, meeting in the middle and thrumming as two became one, turning dark skies into ones of bright sun and opulent warmth.

It was you. Sweet and fierce you. You who had always protected him, you who had always put him first even when he couldn't return it. You.

"Az? Talk to me, tell me what's happening. Do I need to call for Rhys? I'll get him right-"

Azriel stopped you before you could rise to your feet, the act of wrapping his fingers around your wrists enough to make your words vanish in your mouth, "You love me."

Settling into the space before him, knee to knee with him and his shadows itching to pull you closer, you didn't remove your hands from his, the feeling of it so powerful that it wiped all of your pain away, "I always have."

Walks along the Sidra. Visits to the bakery. The countless thoughtful gifts for Winter Solstice. The nights spent locked away in the cabin talking about dreams and fears.

Azriel's fingers drifted along your cheek before resting there, his thumb softly soothing the tightness in your jaw, "Why did you never say anything?"

"Because you deserve to be happy, even if it isn't with me," Azriel watched your bottom lip wobble, and that stream of love within him rippled with upset. His thumb moved to it, dragging across that plump flesh that he had always wondered of the taste.

Would you taste sweet or of lightly salted oceans? Of the air at dusk perhaps?

All he had ever chased was happiness, how foolish of him to be blind to the fact he had always had it within you.

"I think the only time I've ever truly been happy, at peace, has been with you. You've always felt like home," your eyes met and he offered you a small, genteel smile; his fingers moved to your hair, raking over your scalp and floating to rest on the small of your back, "I've missed you so much."

"You have?"

Azriel hummed in admittance, "The worst part of all of this was that I left the House of Wind to be near you, because I could be, nothing was in the way of us anymore, and I knew you'd be the only one patient enough to deal with me. It was selfish, but you've always been the rocks on which the ocean crashes, you've always been the one I can turn to without fear of judgement. You understand me."

"I can still be that person, Az. I can still be your friend."

Resting his forehead against yours, Azriel spoke lowly, like he had just awoken from slumber, "Do you know how hard it is for me to not take you back to that cabin right now and make you mine?" The carnal desire was dwelling within him, a rabid need that begged to be satisfied, "But you deserve better, y/n. Better than what I've done. So if you'll let me, I want to do this properly. I want to court you and make you feel like you're the only woman in the world, and when you're ready, not me, you, then you can accept it for the both of us. Because you deserve the magic of the bond more than me, you deserve this happiness."

"And if you don't want to, then that's fine. I can live with what I've done, and if you want to move to Autumn and find happiness there then I won't stand in your way. In no world would I ever stop you from finding love and passion and joy, because you deserve it y/n, you are everything that is beautiful in this world and then some. Every single part of you is destined for greatness, for a love so powerful that people drown in it."

"I hate what I've done to you, I hate that I've made you feel unworthy of a mating bond and I'll never forgive myself for it. But if you let me, I'd like to show you that I want this, that I want you, and you can decide for yourself if a life with me is something you want."

Silence fell between you but you didn't make a move to pull away, you knelt in place, peering up at him with your hands resting on his biceps, channelling the pulsing energy of the Sidra as it ebbed and flowed downstream, "A life with you is all I've ever wanted."

The bond glowed, golden and blinding, and Azriel was struggling to keep himself together as he basked in the ocean of your love and devotion, "Can I kiss you? Please?"

If he wasn't searching for it then he wouldn't have even noticed the tiniest hazed nod directed at him. Even the stars had stopped their flickering to focus on you, their most prized possession, the only one capable of harnessing their power and turning it into something blissful and good. It was why they chose you.

Closing the gap, Azriel tilted your head upward to give him better access to the lips that had often haunted his dreams; the scent of jasmine entwined with his own and he felt himself hold his breath as he closed that gap between you.

Your lips were as soft and warm as he had imagined them to be, they tasted of fresh saltwater and some kind of sweet fruit from the gloss you always wore that made them shimmer in any light. It stopped the world from turning for a moment, the universe watched on as Azriel sealed your fates. Moving his fingers from the small of your back to your neck and deepening the embrace of your lips, Azriel relished in the taste of you, in your warmth, in the way his soul sang and his shadows pulled you in closer to him. It was a feeling he had waited his entire existence for, one you had also yearned for.

Utterly magical. Soul consuming.

Everything made sense then. How everything you had both endured was meant to be, just so that you could end up entwined in that moment. All of the pain and sorrow, all of the false love and distance, all of the laughter and sweet memories, it was all worth it. It was worth every morsel of agony.

"Such a sweet creature. My sweet creature."

"Yours?" Azriel hummed, pressing dainty kisses to the tip of your nose and cheeks, and you closed your eyes to consume his touch and shuddered when his lips landed on your collarbone, caressing the skin there, "I think I could get used to that."

Authors Note

Hey besties!

I got very carried away with this - sorry if it's not great, these pain meds are really kicking my ass right now so I haven't even properly proof read this yet xo

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[jeannineee]

Can I request #1, #5 and #7 from the trope list with Rhys ending in smut?

Insufferable

Rhysand x Reader

a/n: requests are open!!

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

1: One bed

5: sexual tension

7: snowed in

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“Mother spare me,” you said as you watched the blizzard raging outside. “I told you this was a bad idea, Rhysand.”

Rhys sat lazily in a chair by the fireplace, amusement lacing his words. “Relax, darling. Might as well get comfortable. We’ll be here all night.”

Rhysand had taken you with him on a visit to villages throughout the Night Court. As his advisor, it was your job to do so.

You’d warned him of the incoming weather, but he didn’t care. So now, you were stuck at an inn, with the most beautiful yet infuriating male you’ve ever known.

You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him. “You couldn’t have at least gotten a room with two beds?”

Rhys sighed. “I’ll sleep in the chair. You can take the bed.”

You could practically smell his arrogance as he added, “Unless you want to share?”

“In your dreams, Rhys.”

“Yes. In all of them,” he replied as he rose from his seat.

Rhys approached you, and your glare didn’t waver as you spoke. “You’re insufferable.”

Rhys held your gaze, a feline grin on his face. “I can scent your arousal, darling,” he mused, tracing a finger along your jaw.

You couldn’t deny the heat flooding between your legs at the gesture, and at his tone of voice. “It’s just a bodily reaction.”

“I suppose,” Rhys replied, his finger now dragging along your collarbone, down your chest, your stomach. “If it’s just a ‘bodily reaction’, tell me to stop.”

Your words caught in your throat as his fingers trailed underneath the waistband of your pants. “Rhys—“

“Tell me to stop, darling.”

“Don’t stop.”

A low growl escaped Rhys as he guided you back to the bed. He tugged at your pants, and you lifted your hips to help him.

Within moments, your clothes littered the floor.

You flipped Rhys over, straddling his waist.

“Take what you want,” he said, a smug smirk on his face as he ran his hands along your hips, your thighs.

You lifted yourself, lining his cock up with your entrance. You sank down slowly, a soft moan falling from your lips as your walls stretched to accommodate his size.

Rhys watched you in awe, his chest rising and falling steadily in anticipation. “You’re fucking exquisite,” he said, holding your waist as you set a steady rhythm.

Your nails dug into his chest as he began lifting his hips to meet your movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Rhys, yes, oh, gods,” you moaned, leaning forward to press your lips to his.

Rhys groaned into the kiss, planting his feet on the bed to thrust deeper into you. “You take my cock so well,” he murmured against your lips. “Like you were made for me.”

You felt your cheeks heat at his words. Your movements grew sloppier as your release approached, and Rhys took over, flipping you onto your back.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispered against the crook of your neck, bringing a hand down to circle your clit in tandem with his thrusts.

Your legs clung around his waist, pulling him as close as possible. “R-Rhys—fuck, I’m gonna—“

Rhys cursed as your walls clenched around him. “Come for me, darling. Make a mess of my cock.”

You cried out, vision going hazy as your orgasm bolted through you. Rhys slowed his movements, your name falling from his lips in a prayer as he spilled into you.

The two of you remained like that for several moments, before Rhys finally pulled out, collapsing on the bed beside you.

You nuzzled against his chest, which Rhys gladly welcomed. He placed a kiss on your forehead, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I guess dreams do come true,” Rhys said dramatically, referring to your earlier comment.

You flicked his chest, earning a laugh from him in response.

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[daydreaming-nerd]

You Want a Baby? (Bat Boys x Female! Reader)

Based off of multiple resquests... and by all means request more of this shit. My Ruhn asks have been kind dry. Would hate for the frat pack to run a train on the reader...

AN: You guys I spent so much time on this I hope it lives up to expectation because this is my kind of thing.

Summary: It's the perfect storm, you're ovulating, all your mates happen to be home and they all want to see you pregnant with their child.

Warnings: Double penetration, breeding kink, size kink, possessive mates, Over stim, literally so many things I'm probably forgetting

Word count: 3738

It was that time of the month, well not THAT time. 

Fae periods were a bitch, that much was true. But fae ovulating? It was a whole different thing. The need to be touched, to be filled, was excruciating. Ever since I had found my mates, three of them to be exact, it was like all those sensations had been heightened. Every time I ovulated, all three of my mates couldn't be present. 

The first time Rhysand was meeting with Tarquin leaving only Cassian and Azriel to fuck me senseless. The next time around it was just Azriel to keep me sated. One of the most memorable times was last year when it was just Rhys and Cassian to help. However, I patiently waited for a day when all three mates would be here to take care of me, a day I secretly hoped would be today. 

I woke up this morning to an empty bed and a note that said they had all gone to Windhaven to check on the Illyrian camps. I didn’t mind their absence too much until later that afternoon when I felt my body start to sweat with need. I went to the bathroom to strip off my clothes, leaving me only in the black lingerie that Azriel had bought me for solstice last year. I couldn’t help but admire myself, running my hands down my body. It wasn’t until then that I realized what was going on, I was ovulating. 

The boys were in Windhaven which meant there was a possibility that they could all be here by tonight. But with the tensions in the Illyrian camps high, I knew it was most likely a long shot. So I spent the day dancing around the townhouse in nothing but my lingerie, loving the feeling of the fresh air on my skin. As the sky got darker I realized my mates weren’t likely to come home. 

I made my way upstairs to our oversized bed and tossed myself on top of the covers. I tried to sleep and push all thoughts of Rhysand’s hands, Azriel’s tongue and, Cassian’s cock from my mind. I was unsuccessful, and ended up finding myself writing all over our shared bed, begging for any kind of friction the sheets offer me. That’s how the boys found me, squirming around our bed in nothing but my lingerie. 

“Well, what do we have here?” Cassian drawled, leaning against the doorway.

I sat up straight, trying to act like I wasn’t about to reach a hand down my panties just seconds ago. 

“I told you both,” Azriel said smugly, walking into the room with Rhysand in tow. 

“Told them what?” I ask bringing my knees to my chest in a lame attempt to cover myself.

“I told them that you were ovulating today,” Azriel smirked. “I’ve been tracking your cycle since I got left out last time,” he looked to Cass and Rhys with a death glare. 

“We got back from Windhaven a few hours and decided to get a drink at Rita’s,” Rhysand explained, stalling towards where I sat on the bed. “We were talking about you.”

“You were?” I ask, sensing the seriousness in Rhysand’s voice. 

“Oh yes we were little one,” Cassian laughs. 

“We were talking about how amazing you would look pregnant,” Rhysand explained, his voice like liquid sex. 

“R-Really?” I say, not trusting my own voice. 

“Yeah,” Cassain answered, taking a step toward me.  “We think we're ready for a baby.” 

“Only if you’re ready though,” Rhys assured me. 

My heart skipped at their words. The idea of carrying any one of their children excited me. I couldn’t lie, I had been thinking about it since my last cycle. 

“What do you think, little one? Gonna let us put a baby in you tonight?” Azriel drawled, leaving a kiss on the shell of my ear. 

I couldn’t even speak, all the intelligent words leaving my brain. All I could think about was how feral the fae were when trying to conceive. My legs would’ve fallen apart if it wasn’t for my arms holding them together. I nodded my head, still unable to think. 

A collective growl filled the room as Azriel grabbed my arms and stood me up in the center of the room, leaving me on display for each of my mates. They closed in on me instantly and I had to crane my neck up to meet each of their gazes. Cassian’s hand slid under the strap of my bra inspecting me thoroughly. 

“Which one of you bought her this little set?” Cassian said, slipping the strap of my bra off my shoulder while Rhysand worked on the opposite strap. 

“I did,” Azriel said, rubbing circles into my hips as he left open mouth kisses on my shoulders. 

“Well thank you Az,” Rhys smirked, unclasping my bra. 

My body felt like it was on fire from three sets of hands roaming up and down it. Even if I closed my eyes I could easily tell who touched me where. The sensation of it all had me tossing my head back on Azriel’s chest, trusting him to support my body. He grasped my hips tightly to keep my knees from buckling as Cassian and Rhys stared at my breasts now free of the tight black lingerie.

“Look at those perfect tits Az,” Rhysand drawled. 

I felt Azriel’s large hand drift up my torso and to my neck pulling me against his body even more so I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my back. His hand on my throat gently pushed my head to look at him as he said back to Rhysand

“They are perfect,” he smirked, craning his neck down to capture my lips in his. 

“And soon they’ll be full of milk,” Cassian pointed out with a smirk, swiping a calloused thumb over my nipple.

Rhysand bends his head down to take one of my aching nipples into his mouth sucking it taut. The gesture catches Cassian’s attention and he leans down to give the same treatment to the other side. The sensation has me arching my back aching to be closer to them. I feel Azriel’s hands grip my hips and yank me against his body again. His hand comes to grip my throat once more as he sticks his tongue down my throat earning a moan from me. I feel Cassian’s lips pull off my tit with a pop as he watches me and Azriel. 

“Gods sometimes I forget how tiny she is,” Cassian drawls running his hands up and down my sides. “Look at her with Az she’s like half his size.” 

Rhys stops his menstrations on my other breast to see what Cassian is talking about, “She’s practically half all our sizes Cass,” Rhys chuckles. 

“Gods I just wanna toss her around like a little doll,” Cassian curses. 

“Do it,” Azriel smirks, pulling his lips from mine. “You know how much she loves it.” 

Cassian says nothing before picking me up by my hips effortlessly and tossing me onto the bed earning an excited squeal from me. 

“Told you,” Azriel beamed with male pride. 

Cassian stalked towards me with Rhys and Azriel hot on his heels and I started moving up the oversized bed towards the headboard. 

“Oh no you don’t,” he smirks, grabbing my ankles and yanking me down the bed. I wait patiently watching Cassian untie the leathers of his pants, my mouth nearly falling open as his large cock springs out. “Come here baby,” he smiles and I eagerly sit up and lick the tip of his cock. 

I looked up at him through my lashes donning my most innocent expression as I took as much of him as I could in my mouth. The rest I pumped with my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Azriel and Rhys fisting their cocks at the sight of me sucking Cassian off. 

“Good fucking girl y/n,” Cassain moaned tossing his head back in ecstasy. 

I reveled in the salty taste of him, the feeling of every single vein in his cock massaging my tongue. I would never get tired of this, of pleasing my mates.  Cassian pulled me off him and pushed my upper half down on the mattress. My panties are ripped off and discarded somewhere in the room. There goes that set. 

“Stop Cass, make sure she’s ready, I don’t want to tear her,” Rhysand tells Cassian, the voice of a High Lord making its appearance. 

Cassian bends down to inspect my pussy, running a finger through my folds to find me absolutely drenched. “Oh she’s ready alright,” he smiles. “God baby your pussy is so fucking tiny. It’s a miracle you can take us so well.” 

“Cass please,” I whine, nearly coming undone at his words.

Cassian starts pushing his cock in me and the stretch has me backing away from him subconsciously. He grabs my hips and pulls me back towards him, pinning me to the mattress. I had been their mate for a while now but every time they entered me I still felt the stretch. Cassian was right, I was half their size, was a miracle I could take them. 

Cassian started trusting in me at a fast pace and the sound of our skin slapping filled the room. To my right and left Azriel and Rhys continued to stroke their cocks and as much as I longed to put them both in my mouth, Cassian had me in such a state of pleasure I couldn’t focus on anything else. 

“Fuck Cass look at her belly,” Azriel practically moaned. Cassian’s eyes snapped to my stomach where he could see the bulge from his cock thrusting into me. I moaned at the sight. 

“Yeah, you like that baby?” He smirks, leaning over to capture my lips in his. His pace speeds up and within seconds he’s cumming inside of me. 

Cassian pushes his cock in me a couple of times, his attempt at burying his seed deep inside me. He pulls out soon after and I whine at the sudden emptiness. 

“That’s the one that’s gonna get her pregnant,” Cassian beams with male pride, his cock already hardening. 

“Pfft, you wish General.” Azriel scoffs positioning himself between my legs. 

He pushes in slowly and I cry out at the stretch once more. Each glorious inch of him brings immense pain and pleasure. 

“Shhh be a good girl and take it all,” Azriel coos until his hips are flush with mine. “That’s a girl.” he moans as he begins fucking me hard. 

My mind goes to mush almost instantly and the moans coming out of my mouth are damn near feral. The need to be fucked and filled by each of my mates runs so deep in my veins. My hands claw and scrape and find Azriel’s forearms as he slams his hips into me, seeking out his own pleasure. 

“Az please let me cum, I-I’m so c-close,” I mewl, each word hard to get out. 

“Not yet baby, you don’t get to cum until we all have a load in that little pussy,” Rhysand drawls, pumping his cock. “Speaking of, step aside Az I’m not gonna last much longer.” 

“No, I’m not done with her yet,” Azriel growls, his possessive side coming out. 

“You think I can fit in there with you then?” Rhysand asks. 

“Now this I gotta see,” Cassian jests. 

The thought of two cocks fucking my pussy at once has my eyes glazing over and my mouth falling open like I’m in some sort of subspace. 

“I can take it,” I choke out between Azriel’s thrusts. 

“Pick her up Az,” Rhys says, his voice practically dripping with lust. 

Azriel doesn’t stop his minstations as he wraps one of his arms around me, lifting me off the bed. My arms wrap around his neck as my forehead bumps his and he stares me down as he fucks me mid-air.  

“Good girl,” he rasps, proud of how well I’m taking him.

The next thing I know he’s lying me down again, Rhysand’s warm chest replacing the mattress. His hands wander up and down my sides trying to soothe my nerves as Azriel stops moving. 

“Alright little one take a deep breath for me,” Rhys instructs and I can feel him lining his cock up at my entrance. 

I do as I’m told, taking the deepest gulp of air possible, excited for what comes next. The second I let my breath go I feel Rhys pushing his cock into me aside Azriel’s. The stretch is more than any I’ve ever felt before but the sounds escaping Rhys and Azriel’s mouths make it so worth it. Once Rhys is brushing my cervix along with Azriel tears prick my eyes and Cassian is kneeling before me in an instant. 

“Shhh breathe baby,” Cassian coos, glancing down to where both his brothers' cocks are seated inside my pussy. “Fuck, you’re being such a good girl. Just gotta take two more loads and then we’ll let you cum alright?” 

All I  can muster is a shallow nod as Rhys and Azriel begin thrusting in tandem. The constant feeling of fullness has me feeling numb while feeling everything all at once. I arch my back further and Rhys runs a hand down my hip to hold me in place so that he doesn’t slip out. My eyes glance to Azriel who has his eyes fixated on the bulge in my stomach being made by both his and his High Lord’s cock. All the while, Cassian brushes the sweat and hair away from my brow whispering praises to me. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” Rhys groans, the vibrations of his chest skittering down my back. 

“Me too,” Azriel moans and within seconds I feel his sperm coating my walls just like Cassian’s. 

Azriel cumming triggers Rhys to cum as well and even though I can still feel Azriel, the load my High Lord put in me is equally as distinct. 

“Holy fuck,” Azriel groans pulling out of me inspecting his work. My breaths are so ragged and my vision so blurred that I can barely make out Rhysand’s voice. 

“Take her Cass,” he mutters, or so I think. My assumptions are proven right when I feel Cassian’s arms snake around me, pulling me off of Rhys’ cock.

 I whimper at the loss of the fullness as Cassian lays me on top of his chest stroking my hair and kissing my brow. My body vibrates and my heart pounds with the need to cum. 

“Poor baby, you wanna cum don’t you?” Cassian coos tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. My eyes are glassed over and my face looks fucked out but I’m still able to nod. 

“Make her cum Cass, I want us each to get one more load in her before we’re done,” Rhysand says, already fisting his cock. 

“Rhys I’m not sure, look at her. I don’t think she can take much more.” Cassian warns, placing me against the pillows and moving down my body. 

“Do you want her pregnant or not?” Rhys snaps.

“Of course I do,” Cassian says. “Can you take three more loads baby?” he asks me. 

“Of course she can,” Azriel says, his cock already at attention from seeing his fucked out mate. 

“I-okay,” I sputter, still vibrating at the need to be touched. At this point, I was practically bucking my hips into Cassian’s face. 

“You want me to lick your pretty clit?” Cassian smirks using one arm to pin my hips to the mattress and the other to spread my folds. 

“Y-yes,” I beg. 

Cassian chuckles, his eyes fixed on my cunt, “Looks like we made quite the mess of her little cunt,” he muses and both Rhysand and Azirel peer down to investigate. 

“Shit Cass it’s spilling out,” Azriel curses. 

“Don’t worry brother,” Cassian assures him, as he presses two fingers inside me, pushing the cum deep inside me. “She won’t waste it. Will you baby?” He smiles at me. 

“No, I w-won’t,” I say, meaning every word my body still shaking. 

“Cass lick her little clit or I will, the poor thing is shaking,” Rhys orders Cassian. 

Cassian doesn’t waste a moment before lowering his mouth to my pussy  and attacking my clit. It only took five kitten licks for me to orgasm harder than ever before. My back arches off the bed and the tension from my body pushes more of my mate’s cum out of my aching hole. 

“Ah ah ah,” Cassian says, pushing two fingers into me again. “What did we say about wasting?” 

“Cass it’s your turn,” Azriel bites close to spilling his load. 

“Spread em’ baby,” Cassian smirks, spreading my legs for me anyway before burying himself inside of me. 

“Oh gods Cass!” I cry out as he starts fucking me relentlessly chasing his own release.

“Fuck I love seeing that little bulge,” Cassian grins, placing a hand over where his cock hit my belly.

 Seconds later he’s spilling his load into me, a sound coming from his mouth that I’ve never heard before.  My vision nearly goes black, the only thing keeping me grounded is Cassian gripping my throat and pulling me up to kiss me as his second orgasm coats my walls. 

“Who’s next?” Cassian asks, pulling out of me. 

“Me,” Both Rhysand and Azriel say at the same time. 

“Back off Az, you got to have her first last time,” Rhys growls. 

Whenever I told people I had three mates they would usually joke about how territorial they would get over me. The irony was that my mates almost  never had a problem sharing me, but tonight? Well, tonight was just one of those nights. When mates were trying to conceive they were practically feral, I was honestly surprised things had gone so smoothly till now. 

“Yeah, and I literally had to share her pussy with you!” Azriel roars. 

Cassain drags me up to lay my upper half on his chest so he can run a hand through my hair and whisper praises to me.

“I’m pulling rank, as your High Lord I’m going first,” Rhysand orders, nudging my entrance. 

“Fuck off Rhys,” Azriel says continuing to fist his cock. 

Rhys pushes his cock inside me with a groan as he bottoms out. My body shudders and on instinct, I move away from him but he grips my hips and brings me down his cock again fucking into me hard. 

In my haze my head falls to the side, my cheek grazing Cassian’s abs, the very ones he let me rut on to get off a few weeks ago, and I meet Azriel. He looks glorious, pumping his cock while watching Rhysand fuck my hole. On instinct, I reach my tongue out and lap at the head of his cock catching his immediate attention. 

“You wanna suck it baby?” He muses brushing his cock against my lips. I open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out in response.

 I know I’m so fucked out I can barely wrap my lips around him but Rhys pulling rank seemed like a dick move and I wanted to remedy it in any way I could. Azriel pushes his cock into my mouth letting out a guttural moan in the process. 

“Good fucking girl,” Azriel moans and it spurs me on to suck him even harder as he fucks my mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” Rhys roars cumming into me for the second time tonight. He knows better than to stay seated in me longer than necessary and pulls out as soon as possible. Azriel’s cock follows, his cock leaving my mouth with a bead of saliva dripping from it.  

“Are you fucked out my love?” Azriel croons, grabbing my jaw to face him. It’s evident from my hazy eyes that I am.

“One more load sweetheart,” Rhys whispers, pressing a kiss to my brow. “You want a baby in your belly don’t you?” 

“Uh huh,” I rasp still unable to form actual words. 

“Open,” Azriel orders his grip on my jaw tightening.  

Of all my mates Azriel was always the most dominant. I loved to test Rhys and Cassian, but when it came to Az? I knew it was in my best interest to be a good girl. 

So just like I had a million times before I opened my mouth nice and wide for him. His hand gripped my jaw, keeping it open before he spit in my mouth. 

“Now swallow,” he growled and I followed his orders once again. I opened my mouth to show him I had been a good girl and he rewarded me by pushing his cock inside me. 

“What was that about Az?” Cassian laughed stroking my hair. 

“Grounding her, if I’m gonna pump a load in her I want her to feel it,” Azriel groans. “We’ve done it before, haven't we baby?” he asks me and I nod enthusiastically. 

Rhys wipes the sweat from my brow as Cassian presses a hand down where Azriel’s cock makes a bulge in my belly. 

“She’s gonna cum Az,” Cassian informs his brother. 

“Fuck I can feel it. Her tiny cunt is squeezing me so tight I can barely fuck her.” Azriel groans. “Ready baby?” Azriel asks me and I nod once more. “1…2…3…Fuckkk,” Azriel moans, spilling his seed into me.

Despite the haze that fills my head I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment knowing I did it.  I gave each of my mates two orgasms the evidence dripping from my sore cunt, wait fuck. 

“Waste!” is the only word I can get out as I feel all six loads of cum spilling out of me. 

“Shh, it’s okay mate,” Azriel coos, pressing a kiss to my brow laying down on the side that wasn’t occupied by Rhys. “Cass plug her up,” Azriel continues. 

 Without warning, two of Cassian’s fingers slide into my pussy keeping their combined cum from leaking out. 

“Get comfortable mate,” Cassian chuckles. “We’re gonna have to sleep like this.” 

And sleep I do. With Cassian behind me, my head on Rhys’ chest, and Azriel using my stomach as a pillow I’m out within minutes. I don’t know what the future holds as far as children go, but I’d say this was a good first attempt at conceiving.

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