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thehighladywrites · 5 months

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“JUST ONE MORE, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.”

⋆˙⟡ pairing: rhysand x reader, inner circle makes an appearance , madja makes an appearance

⋆˙⟡ summary: feeling ready to finally have kids, you tell rhys who is over the moon. madja gives you a special tea to help boost ovulation. how does that turn out for you?

⋆˙⟡ warnings: a fuckton of smut, fluff, rhys cries, so does reader, breeding, aphrodisiacs ( i think ), boosting tea, pregnancy, pregnancy smut ig, Big dick daddy construction worker Rhys😍😍, protective rhys like super protective, obsession and possession. Rhys develops a new obsession with reader🤷🏽‍♀️

⋆˙⟡ amara’s note: i need a break. holy fuck. also, can i go next🧎🏽‍♀️ Plus english isn’t my first language so if there’s any errors or mistakes, i’m sorry😭💗

“is that what you’ll be teaching our children, darling? To be snappy when someone asks you something?”

Rhysand took great pleasure in provoking a reaction from you. Your day had been rough, with even the slightest annoyances causing you to snap at him. From criticizing his breakfast chewing to berating his small handwriting in his reports, your frustration peaked when rhys playfully teased, leading you to unleash a stream of unpleasant words.

And now, he was dangerously close to you kicking him out of your bedroom. You stood there, making the bed with him on the other side as you tucked in the sheets on either side.

“Fuck off, Rhys. I'm teaching my kids that their father holds the title for being the most annoying ass in Prythian's history. They'll also be well-informed about your love for relentless teasing. I'll caution them to steer clear, as mommy doesn't want them influenced by your habit of being an annoying provocateur,” you flashed him a fake smile before tugging the sheets from his hands.

His laughter resonated through the room as he threw his head back, closing the distance with a confident step. Looking you up and down, he met you face to face, his eyes filled with mirth and a touch of affection.

“Let's pray to the Mother that they don't inherit your bratty behavior,” he teased, flicking your nose, enjoying your reaction.

“And yes, before you can come up with some crude insult, you're without a doubt the most pouty, bratty, headstrong person I've ever encountered.” His smile held a mix of playfulness and genuine fondness.

“I should feel insulted, but strangely, I don't,” you admitted with a smile. Playfully ushering him back to his side of the bed, you continued fixing the sheets, ready to settle in for the night.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Lying awake, Rhys's words echoed in your mind. The thought of having children together stirred a mix of excitement and doubt. The responsibilities of being the high lord and high lady of the Night Court loomed large, and the question of balancing it with parenthood lingered. Despite the uncertainties, a deep yearning surfaced – a want to put more focus on kids and maybe ease of the work load.

Unable to sleep, you chose to scoot closer to your mate as you put your head on his pillow, running your hand through his hair and finding comfort in the rhythm of his shallow breathing.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The bell chimed as you entered Madja's clinic, finding it empty. You weren't supposed to be there; you had told Rhys you weren't feeling well to avoid going to the Hewn City with him. He grew concerned and insisted on staying, but after some persuasion, he reluctantly left. Now, you had the perfect opportunity to visit the healer in secret.

“Hello? Madja, are you here?”Your voice echoed in the empty clinic. After a long pause, you turned to leave, but just as you did, Madja opened a door, wearing gloves and a mask, looking confused.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” You all loved Madja deeply as she was like a second mother to everyone. She expressed concern, worry evident in her eyes. You reassured her, mentioning that nothing was wrong. She nodded, explaining she had a patient and would be done in a few minutes. Madja suggested making yourself some tea and taking a seat while you waited.

After a while, Madja finished with her patient and led you into her office. She took her place behind the big table, and you sat in front of her, ready for whatever conversation lay ahead.

“What can I help you with today?”

Taking a deep breath, you opened up about your desires. “I wish to get pregnant, and I wanted to know if there's anything to know beforehand. My grandmother was Illyrian, so I think I could carry the babe, but is there any more information I should know about?”

Your words hung in the air, waiting for Madja's guidance.

A warm smile graced Madja's face as she took your hand.

“Congratulations, I'm so happy for you. Fae pregnancies are rare, and it might take a few years of trying before you see any results. Don't get discouraged; it's normal, and it generally takes a few decades for couples to be blessed with a babe. But let me check your bones to see if you're ideal for pregnancy.” Madja's hands emitted a golden glow as she held yours, assuring you that your bones were indeed a match and that you would be able to carry your and Rhysand's children.

You thanked her with a hug and stood up, ready to leave to tell Rhysand that you were ready. But you were still nervous about how long it would take. Decades seemed like a long time and you just hoped you wouldn’t get disappointed in yourself.

Madja seemed to sense your sprialing thoughts and directed you to the medicine room. She handed you a packet of some sort or herb or leaf. You looked at her with confusion asking her what this was.

Madja explained, “It's a special tea made to boost ovulation. Both of you should drink it before trying, but I have to warn you, it does have side effects. The tea activates a primal need, making you both feel like the first day of the mating bond. There will be possession and jealousy, and a strong chance of fighting unwanted guests. Some patients of mine have almost killed someone because their mates were looked at too long. Males typically get very possessive during conception so don’t be surprised if he snaps at someone who’s too close. So, again, only do this when you're alone.”

The gravity of her words settled in as she outlined the potential intensity of the tea. You nod thanking her again before winnowing back to the house.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Rhysand was pissed off and tired as fuck. The entire night was a mess, thanks to the annoying council. He toyed with the idea of going back and killing them all but thought checking on you might be a better move. Exhaustion weighed heavy on him, and irritation etched deep lines on his face.

Rhysand walked into the house, absentmindedly unbuttoning his shirt until he halted in his tracks as he passed the kitchen. Something caught his attention, and he turned, curious about what was happening.

Rhysand was taken aback by what he saw. There you were, clad in tank top and shorts, preparing food in the middle of the night. He thought you were seriously unwell, given that you couldn't get out of bed earlier. Worried, he approached,

“Love, what are you doing up? Please, let me take you back to bed. I'll finish it up and bring it to you, okay?”

You warmly smiled at his concern but shook your head. “I'm fine, baby. I'm not sick. I'll explain everything. Just sit down at the table, and I'll be there in a minute.”

He raised his brow and you with amusement,

“So, you just didn’t want to go to the meeting? You should have told me; we could have skipped together. They were driving me crazy today. Kier wanted a higher position, Lord Orlon wanted more money, and everyone just wanted more and more and more.” His frustration with the incessant demands from the council echoed in his words.

You couldn’t help feeling guilty at the weariness in his eyes, you pouted and stepped closer, standing between his legs. Gently, you brought his head to your chest, cradling and kissing it. His arms wrapped around your middle immediately as you cooed comforting words, offering solace in the warmth of your embrace while stroking his hair gently.

“Aww, I'm so sorry, honey. I promise I'll never let you go alone. What can I do to cheer you up?”

He raised his head, mischief in his eyes, and his hands roamed up your tank top, grazing your waist and the sides of your boobs.

“I can think of something that'll earn you my forgiveness.” His playful tone sparked heat in you and you almost lost focus as you entertained the thought of Rhys’s offer. But you shook your head and smirked at him.

“Did you forget I had something to tell you? You’re quite insatiable, you know?”

He slumped his head on your chest, planting a kiss on the covered area as he warmly chuckled. Drawing you closer, he settled you in his lap, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Rhys gazed up at you with enchanting deep violet eyes, their subtle twinkle a sight you adored.

Inhaling deeply, you contemplated ripping off the bandaid. It should be fine, right? He's always discussed future children, their names, rules for them, etc. Yet, despite everything, a touch of nerves crept in.

Rhys, sensing your hesitation, securely gripped your waist, assuring you that you could share anything with him.

“Rhys, sweetheart, I'm ready to officially try for children. Are you on board? I know you've talked about wanting kids, but is it still something you still want-”

Rhysand embraced you tenderly, tears of joy gliding down his cheeks. He buried his tear-streaked face in the warmth of your neck, softly murmuring his heartfelt thanks, each word carrying a sweetness only you could inspire.

His tears triggered an emotional response in you, prompting happy tears to well up as you smiled tenderly at him.

“It would be my highest honor to have children with you, my love.”

Rhys kissed you, chuckling, drawing you closer and peppering tiny kisses all over your face, eliciting joyful laughter from you.

“While you were away, I chatted with Madja, and she shared some tips about conceiving. She mentioned it might take a bit, so she's advising not to worry if it doesn't happen right away. She even gave me this special tea that's supposed to boost ovulation and help speed up the process. What do you say we give it a shot tomorrow or tonight?”

Rhys grinned mischievously, “Well, it's a bit surprising I haven’t already gotten you pregnant, but I guess Madja's tea might just be the secret ingredient we need.”

“I agree, Mr. Cocky, your charms might need a backup plan.” Your smile wavered as he got closer to your neck, and it completely faltered when he gently blew air on your neck before giving a playful bite.

You trembled, grabbing rhys’s shoulders to steady yourself as he kept nipping lower and lower. He palmed your tits through your thin tank, pulling and pinching on your nipples, marvelling at your scrunched up face of pleasure.

His finger moved to trail down the arch of your back while he unwrapped your legs from around his waist.

“Let's free you from these,” he murmured, gently hooking your shorts by the elastic and sliding them down to your thighs. Granting you a brief moment, he allowed you space to stand and shimmy them down to your feet, casting them aside with a tender ease.

Your confirmation to having kids flipped a switch in his brain. Numerous times had you stopped by nurseries to admire the cute babies, helped lost children find their mothers in the town square, babysat for your friends that had kids. Rhysand’s mind was filled with you carrying your child on your hip, you and him sitting down teaching them everything they needed to learn.

The mere thought of getting you full of his children, your heirs and the fact that you would carry your children, made him impossibly hard. You belonged to him, and soon, the world would see the evidence in your growing belly. It was his way of making sure everyone knew he had claimed you for good, in the most intimate and lasting manner possible.

Rhysand gazed up at you, his eyes veiled by thick lashes, filled with a darkened desire. His pupils dilated, larger than you'd ever seen, revealing the intensity of the lust that consumed him.

“I’m going to get you nice and knocked up by the end of the month, fuck what Madja said. I’m putting a baby in you soon enough, don’t worry about a thing. Just lay down and let me work on it, what do you say, sweetheart?”

His raspy, desperate voice sent cold shivers down your spine and arm. You mindlessly nod, begging for him to start.

“ Please, baby… make me a mother…” you ask so sweetly and nicely, rhys could never say no to you.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Throughout that night, the following morning, and the entire subsequent day, Rhysand kept you awake, leaving little room for sleep. In the span of those days, you only paused for food, as he fucked you to the edge of insanity. Perhaps you should have considered that you'd chosen the most powerful man in history as your baby daddy— of course he’d have no trouble fulfilling his task with relentless success.

Rhys's eyes had darkened with a singular focus – getting you pregnant. He worshipped your body, treating you like a deity with every touch, as if you were the subject of his devoted prayers.

He had stopped for maybe half an hour to research the most ideal positions for baby making and had put you in them atleast twice, much to your exhaustion and pleasure.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Reluctantly, you both knew you couldn't remain secluded from your responsibilities forever. The rulers of the court could only be inaccessible for a limited time, forcing you to eventually confront the outside world.

“Baby, we need to go soon, remember?” You found yourself trapped between his sturdy arms, lying beneath him on the soft bed with your legs wrapped around his middle. His kisses on your neck and grew more intense, leaving behind a trail of increasingly visible bruises.

Expressing disapproval with a sound, he playfully nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting a mix of laughter and a gasp from you simultaneously.

Rhysand absolutely hated the idea of leaving the haven of warmth and love you two had created. He cherished the solitude you shared, not wanting to face the world's challenges.

All he wanted was to stay wrapped up in the tender embrace of his mate, savoring the moments of closeness and hoping for a future filled with just the two of you.

“Darling, I'd ditch the whole Night Court for a bit more of your love. The outside world's a drag compared to your warmth. What do you say we skip the ruling and responsabilities and keep our own little haven, just the two of us?”

Summoning the will to decline felt nearly impossible; you genuinely, sooo badly, really didn't want to leave the room until everything was done. Explaining your perspective to him, you made a deal that if you both tackled just dinner first, you'd be all his afterward. With reluctance, he got up, the two of you quickly freshened up, taking a hot shower and got dressed for dinner with your friends.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Making your way to the dining room, you were met by Cassian with a teasing grin,

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to rejoin the land of the living. I was starting to think you'd built a permanent nest in there. Ready for the real world or still basking in the afterglow?”

Catching a glimpse of Rhysand's impassive expression, it was clear he was beyond unamused as his eyes zeroed in on Cassian. You knew him well enough to sense that Cassian's continued teasing might push him to snap, especially considering his reluctance to be outside with the others now that he was trying to put a baby on you.

“Cass, I wouldn’t. Let's just enjoy the meal,” you said, clapping your hands with an exaggerated smile. Taking Rhysand by the hand, you guided him to the table, hoping to diffuse any tension and shift the focus to the meal.

You stuck to him like glue, even following him when he stood to get another bottle of wine. Sitting on another chair was out of the question. Instead, you made yourself comfortable in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You purred at his warmth and safety, wondering why the hell you even accepted this dinner in the first place. You'd much rather stay under warm covers in your bed with him by your side.

In these past few days, Rhysand had become remarkably possessive aswell. Normally unfazed by casual gestures from friends like hugs or pats on the shoulder, he surprised himself. When you and Azriel reached for the salt at the same time, Rhysand instinctively pulled you back, narrowing his eyes at Az as if marking his territory.

Azriel, ever perceptive, observed the tension, smiled to himself and wisely chose not to escalate the situation. He sensed a new energy surrounding you both, noticing how much you clung to each other. He nodded toward the salt, indicating you should take it first, showing he had the sense not to get in the middle of whatever was transpiring between you and Rhysand. It was something Cassian would usually dive headfirst into. The guy had a knack for finding trouble, and Azriel clearly wanted no part in it.

The dinner proceeded with everyone staying clear from you and Rhys. Usually, you'd playfully scold him for being overly possessive, telling him to ease up on the overbearing bat act. However, you relished in his attention and protective demeanor. Madja had told you this would happen but you didn’t realize it would apply to your family.

Right, Madja. You had almost forgotten about the tea she'd given you, the one to speed up the pregnancy process. With your friends leaving after dinner, whether they wanted to or not, it seemed like the perfect time to test it out.

Gazing at Rhysand beside you, you communicated your thoughts silently, begging him to try the tea out with you and then going back to your previous activities. He nodded in understanding. Sitting up straight, he glanced at everyone.

“I need all of you leave, right now,” he stated calmly, sipping his drink with the usual nonchalance.

Everyone paused mid-chew, glancing at Rhysand with confusion. Azriel swiftly vanished into his shadows, and Amren departed without so much as a goodbye. Mor and Cassian remained, bewildered, as they questioned the sudden disruption.

“What? Why? I'm not even done eating,” Mor protested.

Rhysand narrowed his eyes, flicking his hand and cleared the table.

"There. I moved everything to your own table in your apartment. Now, get out," he gritted, and they hurriedly made their exit, with Cassian managing a loud laugh before leaving.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The kettle's whistle grew louder as you were lost in Rhysand's lips. Seated on the table, his arms on either side of you, the moment was pure delight, your hands traveling his body as you toyed with the waistband of his pants. The whistle became unbearable, forcing you to reluctantly break the kiss as you sighed and made your way to brew the tea. The leaves, red and golden, intensified in color as you poured the boiling water in.

“Darling, that looks deceptively inviting. Like it would lure us in with its pretty colors and then make our hearts stop,” he joked, joining you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, playfully holding you in a mock chokehold.

“Huh, deceptively inviting... sounds a lot like someone I know,” you teased, lazily kissing the strong forearm wrapped around your throat. His laughter resonated, his chest rumbling, and you felt the vibrations, savoring the moment.

He kissed your temple before letting you go, guiding you back to the table to drink the tea. Both of you nodded in agreement before simultaneously downing the concoction. The taste left you both with a disgusted expression as you placed the empty cups back on the table.

“That tastes like shit. Did Madja say what it was made of?”

You scrunched your face at the aftertaste before replying,

“I find it best not to ask her anymore. Remember the time she had us all eating that soup with fermented fish guts as a cure for that winter fever?”

You shudder at the memory of everyone lying in the hospital, with Madja taking care of the lot of you. It dawned on you that she was feeding you stuff that would've made you even sicker if you found out then. The taste of the mysterious tea was the least of your worries compared to Madja's unconventional remedies.

Rhysand shook his head at the unpleasant memory,

“You’re right. I’d rather not know.”

You giggled at his words, before standing up and putting the cups in the sink. Turning around, you looked at Rhysand with a tilted head, wondering if he was feeling anything because you certainly weren’t.

“Rhysie, are you feeling anything? I’m not sure if it’s taking extra long for the tea to activate or something but I’m not feeling anything yet.”

Rhysand raised an eyebrow, pondering your words for a moment.

“Honestly, I don’t feel any different either. Maybe it's just a placebo effect or Madja's way of amusing herself with our reactions. Either way, we'll survive it.”

You nodded at his words, yes that made sense.

“Okay, let’s go to my office and catch up on some reports while we wait for the effects to kick in.”

You both headed to your office, the boring tasks providing a welcome distraction while the mysterious tea's potential effects lingered in the background. As you delved into work, the anticipation of what might unfold kept a subtle excitement in the air.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

An hour in Rhysand was starting to feel uncomfortable. His forehead and neck was starting to feel warm and he mindlessly unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt for some extra cooling.

You on the other hand still felt nothing, if anything, you started feeling very sleepy, eyelids heavy as you tried blinking back the tiredness that washed over you.

“I’m feeling really tired, rhys. Can you take me upstairs?” your voice was low and laced with sleep, complete opposite of your mate.

Not being able to find his voice, he stood up from the chaise, his movements more desperate, and walked over to you before bending down and picking you up.

Something that should've been a mundane task.

However, this time he couldn’t help but notice the difference in size, how easy he could pick you up in his arms, how your boobs moved under your shirt, the way the curve of your ass pressed against him with every move, the softness of your skin and the intoxicatingly sweet smell of you. A low, suppressed growl vibrated through him as he tightened his hold, relishing the warmth and unmistakable presence of his mate.

A possessive and obsessive surge overwhelmed him as he held you, an intoxicating certainty that you belonged to him, and he had earned every inch of your love and affection.

Rhysand was utterly obsessed with you, he showed in the way he was watching you like a hawk while he put you down on the soft bed, tucking you under a blanket.

Rhys knelt by the bed, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. His pupils dilated so much, transforming the familiar violet of his eyes into a dark, almost black shade. His face and chest had taken on a dark shade of blush, as blood rushed to his cock at the sight of your peaceful form.

He couldn’t look away when you turned around, blanket having rolled up, showing him the lenght of your legs, so smooth and soft, Normally, the sight wouldn’t have made him behave like some sort of teenager seeing a girls tits for the first time and it made him feel like a disgusting pervert. Here his mate laid, unaware that he was lusting over something as juvenile as her leg.

Deep down, he didn’t really care. Rhysand felt like he was on top of the world.

Waves of pleasure surged through him, heightening his senses and intensifying every touch and sensation, the feeling of the sheets against his palms sent electric waves through his body. The world around him seemed to shimmer with and a blissful euphoria enveloped him, creating an intoxicating sensation that left him utterly captivated.

You stirred, sensing Rhys kneeling by the bed. As you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of him, his gaze locked on your sleeping form. His eyes, once a familiar violet, now darkened to a deep, almost black hue.

The effects of the tea finally kicked in, and your body responded with waves of pleasure. Your heartbeat quickened, the world around you blurring into a hazy backdrop as you fixated on the rhythmic sound of Rhysand's heavy breaths. A searing warmth pooled in the lower part of your stomach, almost like molten lava, urging you to clench your legs, all while a whimper threatened to escape your lips.

Feeling overwhelmed, you sought relief in the bathroom, flinging off the blanket and splashing cold water on your face and chest. Bracing yourself on the sink, you took a few deep breaths before returning to your room. As you opened the door, eyes lowered, you collided with something soft yet firm. Looking up, you found Rhysand, gazing at you with a tilted head, as if studying you like a puzzle.

“Oh, hi baby, didn’t see-”

Before you could finish the sentence, he pounced on you, grabbing the back of your head as he crushed your lips against his. Your eyes widened in surprise, hands instinctively grabbing his biceps to steady yourself.

His other hand wrapped around your waist, forcefully pulling your body towards him, leaving no room for any space. As his front pressed against yours, you felt his hard erection poking at your stomach.

A desperate need for more coursed through your veins like a wildfire, the tea intensifying every sensation. Your nipples tightened, craving his touch with an almost primal hunger. In his arms, you practically melted at his animalistic touch.

It all felt so fucking good, you thought you’d come just by kissing him. You moaned loudly when he started licking and kissing your neck, gently biting your earlobe before going back to giving you hickies.

Tears formed in your eyes as you brought a hand down your panties, hoping to relieve yourself before it got too much, however frustration filled you as your efforts were wasted. No matter how much you rutted against your fingers, it wasn’t enough. If only made you more needy and frustrated.

“no, t’s not working, please mate, please touch me. need you so badly”

Your tears eventually fell as you whined, face covered in salty tears as you begged your man for more, more of him, more of anything.

The desperation in your voice prompted Rhysand to pick you up and drag you to bed, gently pushing you into it. He swiftly undressed before pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, ripping of whatever clothes you had on. An animalistic move if anything but it made you even more wet.

“We’re not fucking leaving until I get you pregnant. I need you nice and round, filled with my cum, do you understand?“

His words were gritted, as if he was holding himself back, restrained by an invisible force.

You nodded, desperate for him.

“Please, let me make you a daddy.”

With a low rumbling growl he throws your legs over his shoulders and ruts into you so hard, the entire bed starts shaking. He bullies his big cock in you as you squirm, trying to initially get away as if you’ve never been fucked by him before. Rhys doesn’t slow down because he knows you can take it, he knows that you’re his equal, made for him as he is for you. And when you beg him to go harder he only smiles wickedly, satisfied that he knows you inside and out.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

You don’t remember know how many times he has finished in you.

You're crying uncontrollably and struggling to breathe. Rhysand gives you a gentle smile and plants a kiss on your swollen lips. His cock throbs at that fucked out expression in your eyes, and he has to look away to avoid blowing his load too soon. His mouth tucks itself into the curve of your neck. Your skin slapping continues as those quick thrusts fill the room.

If he didn’t have his hands around your legs to keep them up, they’d have fallen down ages ago. Your whole body feels loose and sloppy, a stupid, fucked out smile on your face as your teary eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Shhh, baby it’s okay. Let me fill you up again. I promise it will feel so, so good.”

You nod absentmindedly as you both come for the umpteenth time.

He was paying close attention to how your hole tightened around him, his sloppy thrusts making the white ring around the base of his dick drip with even more cum.

“You’re so fucking good to me, baby. Gonna look so pretty with your belly all round with my babies.”

His head was thrown back, eyebrows scrunched and jaw slightly dropped as he slowly thrusted in and out, milking the high before he pulled out and slumped forward, making you whine at the feeling. His sweaty body rested on top of yours, and his head lay on your rising and falling chest. His hair was damp, and with a shaking hand, you ran your fingers through it.

“I’ll clean you up in a second, darling.” Just as he was getting up you wrapped your legs around his waist. He scooped you up, arm around your ass as he brought you to the shower to clean you up. Rhys didn't put you down, knowing you might fall, so he washed you while you clung to him.

After the much needed shower, he wrapped you both in a huge fluffy towel and magically changed the sheets as he brushed you hair and put you in one of his shirts.

“Rhysie?”

“Yes, love?”

“That shower was a mighty waste. I think I need you to fuck me one more time, please?”

His eyebrows rose at your words. Never did he think you’d say anything like that. His initial shock was replaced by a proud laugh.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

And he did.

He gave you two more orgasms, and just as he was ready to pull out after dumping his load, you wrapped your legs around him and begged him not to pull out.

Rhys gave you a soft kiss and pulled you closer as you finally slept, exhaustion pulling you into a deep slumber.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

There wasn't much surprise when he successfully put not just one but two babies in you, twins.

Rhysand's male pride was on overdrive. Twins were really rare, and the fact that he managed to knock you up with them in less than a month was almost cause for a celebration. Well, he would throw a party if he didn't grow so damn protective.

If you thought Rhysand was protective when trying for a child, then this Rhysand was on another level. He actually gritted his teeth at Madja after she put her cold fingers on your body, making you hiss.

Let’s not even discuss when your belly started showing…

The moment he learned of your pregnancy, Rhys acted swiftly, weaving layers of intricate shields around you. It wasn't merely about your safety; it was a manifestation of his deep obsession. The shields were a fortress protecting not only you but also the sweet new scent you emitted, a fragrance that had sparked an intense possessiveness within him.

Rhys had become utterly obsessed with that unique scent, ready to unleash his fury upon anyone who dared to get too close and catch even the faintest whiff of something that was sacredly reserved for him alone.

During the announcement for your friends, the presence of Rhysand by your side, standing assertively close, made them wary of getting close to you. As you both stood together, your radiant happiness contrasted against his dark, protective demeanor.

You were a bit bummed, wondering why no one wanted to hug you or atleast shake your hand, then you took one glance at him and let out a sigh as you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, please. They’re not going to eat me alive, baby. It’s fine I promise.”

You embraced Mor and Cassian warmly, reciprocating their hugs, though they avoided prolonged eye contact with Rhys. Azriel's shoulder clap and rare smile conveyed a similar sentiment to a hug, and Amren, nodding, raised her glass in approval, a subtle twitch of her lips indicating her satisfaction.

You skipped back to Rhysand and gave him a kiss, calming him down as he gave you an appreciative smile.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Pregnancy had made you both extra needy. Rhys got hard everytime he thought about the fact that you were actually carrying his babies, and you got turned on because he was walking sex.

He built a new nursery from scratch, adding an entire new wing to the river estate. Initially, you doubted it would be finished in nine months, but you quickly learned not to doubt him – he always kept his word. Lo and behold, a whole new section of the house emerged, ready for the babies and any future additions to your growing family in only 3 months. His dedication spoke volumes about his commitment to you and the little ones on the way.

He channeled his inner builder during this project, and it never failed to amaze you how desperate he made you feel. Walking around the house wearing nothing but a work belt, sweaty from new constructions, he was a vision of strength and capability. Often, you stood from afar, watching him skillfully build things, savoring the sight before the need to get fucked took over.

Your lips were bitten in silent admiration as he stood there in nothing but linen pants, hanging dangerously low on his hips while building the crib. He looked absolutely delicious , and the appreciation for his craftsmanship would be handsomely rewarded by you.

“Are you going to stare at me all day, beautiful? Come inside, I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he stood up, sauntering toward you with a grin. His hand extended playfully, a silent invitation to join him.

Deciding to tease him back, because let's be real, you need him bad right now, you chuckle and let the playful banter unfold.

“And what if I do want you to bite? What if I ask you to get us back to our room and fuck me? Would you do it?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, attempting to portray someone innocently asking a casual question.

“Have I ever said no to you in my life, darling?” he teased, his smile darkening, before winking and leading the way back to your room.

Rhys had vanished your clothes, leaving you bare as he worshipped you. His teasing words and soft caresses brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“You're going to be the best mother ever, such a good mommy for my babes. Nurturing and caring for them. No one is better than you, my love. No one loves as purely as you, fuck,” he whispered urgently, his neediness and desire lacing every word.

His whiny, rasping words were the finishing touch you needed before coming all over his creamy cock with a cry.

Yet again, he took care of you, cleaning you up as he always did. Your mate, ever the loving and caring male, ensuring your well-being with a tenderness that spoke volumes about his deep affection for you.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The arrival of your twins turned into a joyous celebration, filling Velaris with happiness over the birth of the new princess and prince. Your friends, throughout your journey, provided unwavering support, guiding you through the hardships and challenges of being new parents.

Now, a new chapter of your life had opened, one you couldn't wait to share with your one true love, marking the beautiful beginning of your happily ever after.

🏷️ taglist: @callmeblaire @acourtofladydeath

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 3 months

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Pairing(s): Rhysand x Reader, Cassian x Reader, Azriel x Reader

Warnings: poly relationship, smut, sharing is caring, poly mates, fff what i would give to have the bat boys as my mates, voyeurism, masturbation, bratty reader, disobeying rhys and the gang, punishment, overstimulation

Words: 1761

Summary: One major flaw of your's: You were cocky of not just your own strengths, but also the guard dogs at your beck and call. Your three mates.

You knew you were in deep shit the moment you nailed the coffin into your decision.

Rhysand forbade you from acting out on your own during this reconnaissance. Normally he wouldn't have said anything; you were good at whatever you put your mind to and you knew how to behave yourself unlike Cassian who was known to blow his cover from time to time. You and Azriel made an excellent spy pair. Both levelheaded and calculating, not to mention very deadly. Lacking the useful shadows that were unique to Azriel, that didn't stop you from being just as intimidating.

Or perhaps reckless.

That was one major flaw of your's. You were cocky of not just your strengths, but also the guard dogs at your beck and call. Your three mates. Yes, THREE.

A fae would be lucky to find their soulmate in their lifetime. Many never felt that electrifying spark of your invisible bond being snapped into place. And you'd felt it three times. A phenomenon that had never been witnessed before in all of fae history. It caused Rhysand to delve deep into the House of Wind's library to look up whatever he could about fae soulmates. He even went so far as to ask Helion, whom he had a somewhat friendly relationship with, if he could scrounge up any information on his end. The Day Court high lord upon hearing of this immediately became highly interested.

Of course you would feel indestructible. On top of the world even. In your pocket you possessed a High Lord, a general and a spymaster. You yourself were known as the Mistress of Poison.

None of that would save you from disobeying Rhysand's orders though. Sometimes you forgot that you HAD to obey him. Even if the four of you stood together as equals, there was still a power dynamic when regarding Rhysand. Azriel would not be covering for you this time.

"It was the perfect opportunity Rhys!" Trying to argue your case once more, Rhysand merely holds a hand up to quiet you. You pout, biting down on your lower lip to prevent anymore words from slipping out. Nervously you glance to either side of you where Cassian and Azriel stood.

Az's blue eyes catch you in the corner, he stiffly shakes his head. Don't argue, love.

Even Cassian's voice chimes in You've really done it this time.

He wasn't exaggerating. Rhys' pretty violet eyes were hardened. "You could have gotten hurt." More importantly, you blocked me from your thoughts. Like you think I wouldn't know. "You disobeyed me. You could have even blown Azriel's position."

Unlikely. . . Azriel half muses but returns his face to a neutral expression when he caught Rhysand's gaze sharply slice into him.

Utterly foolish, you utter "But I didn't get hurt. And I didn't blow Azriel's cover." The pressure of his power thickens the air around you. "I succeeded in killing them, didn't I? Succeeded in what we were sent out to do."

Cauldron, zip your beautiful mouth. Mentally hisses Cassian. From the corner of your eye you catch a twitch of his wings.

You were digging your own grave yet you couldn't stay silent. Rhys' doubt of your capability wounded you.

Rhys sighs deeply through his nose, the rigidness of his broad shoulders reduces when he reads your thoughts. "That's not the issue here."

"You don't think I can take care of myself? That I can't be trusted like Cassian and Azriel?"

Inhaling deeply through his nose, Rhysand's deep black hair shifts as he shakes his head. "Perhaps this is my fault. You think you don't have to listen to me because you're my mate. That you don't have to listen to any of us."

From either side, you suddenly feel hands clamp down on your wrists. Rounded eyes gawk at Cassian before swiveling to Azriel. You give your wrists an experimental tug to test your restraints. Fingers like iron manacles.

"You're spoiled."

Brat.

The click of his boots hammer into your chest each step he took.

"I can't let this insubordination continue. I know you can take care of yourself. If you had discussed this with us, we would not be in the situation we're in now."

You didn't even tell Az where you'd rushed off to. And you didn't care about what you would be putting him through with your vanishing act.

Finally Rhysand stands in front of you. His entire hand was able to grab your entire jaw. "I'm proud that you succeeded. But I'm going to have to remedy your arrogance."

You try to wrench your face out of his grasp, in response Rhysand tightens his hold. He's not looking at you, addressing the other two. "Take her to my room. I'll be there in a moment. Have her ready."

A thrilling surge shoots through your core, alongside terror that you would be at their complete mercy. Unable to touch and coax them. All of you knew you wouldn't apologize for what you did. This wasn't the first time you'd callously acted on your own. To your credit, it had been quite some time since you'd last disobeyed Rhys.

"Really should have kept your mouth shut." Cassian barks out a laugh as he and Azriel haul you off.

Azriel shakes his head but even he has a smile quirking up the corners of his mouth. "Maybe it's you who needs to shut your mouth Cass. She may be at our mercy, but I doubt that exempts you from having your dick bitten."

He rolls his eyes. "She would never! Love my cock too much, don't you?"

In reply you snap your jaws at him before turning your attention to Az. "You know I didn't mean anything bad by what I did. I know I should have taken your feelings into consideration-"

"But you didn't. Don't think you can sweeten me up with a belated apology." Hazel eyes narrow at you. He would be offering no help to you. "Be silent and accept your punishment.

The cover over your eyes disorients you even more. Still you were able to distinguish whose cock was shoved into your mouth and whose teeth were sweetly nibbling on your clit causing you to cry out and beg for mercy.

You'd already orgasmed twice and your poor clit was overstimulated to the point where pleasure bordered pain.

You try to yank your hands free from Rhys' magic that bound you. His heavy gaze weighing you down. You didn't require sight, of course Rhysand would be watching. Probably fisting his own thick cock that was beading with precum. He wouldn't waste his seed on masturbating though.

"Alright. Have her present." Rhys voice sounds lazy as he commands his general and spymaster to stop.

Suddenly your body is pulled this way and that until your face is pressed against a pillow, ass positioned high up. Rough hands spread your legs so your already messy cunt is on display for the High Lord of the Night Court.

There's a sharp smack to your ass that has you yelping.

Another.

And another.

Then obtrusive fingers slide right into your exhausted pussy. You'd already taken Cassian and Azriel. Twice.

A hand, most likely Az's, strokes your sweat soaked hair.

"We're a team, are we not?" Rhysand's harsh tone clips through your pants.

"Y-Yes." At that point you'd allow all three of them to try and shove their dicks inside of your cunt if it meant you could get water and some rest. "M'sorry. . ."

"We talk things out together." He removes his fingers and you could feel the spongy tip of his cock prod at you. "None of us make a move until all of us agree. Was that not the plan? Don't apologize just to me."

"M'sorry Cass. . . S-Sorry Az. . ." You're barely able to catch your breath when you feel Rhysand breach your folds. Your nails cling desperately to the sheets under you.

Cassian laughs. "I know you are, sweetheart. I forgive you."

Azriel's scarred digits are still weaving through your hair as he hums. "Just remember next time. Don't let it happen again."

"Though I dare say she likes being punished." Darkly laughs Cassian when Rhysand finally snaps his hips forward to sheathe himself inside of you.

He stretches your walls to their limit in a ferocious rhythm that has you unattractively squealing. Rhysand's grip on your waist is firm as he keeps you in position with the help of your other two mates. You can't help the drool that dribbles out of the corner of your mouth. Especially when his balls keep tapping against your clit.

Through his own groans of pleasure at the absolute death grip your pussy had on his shaft, Rhysand manages to pull himself together to ask "What do you guys think, should I make her cum again?"

"N... N. . . No!" You helplessly protest from under him.

They just laugh.

"Never heard you reject an orgasm before." Azriel cheekily comments.

Rhysand must have thought it a good idea since you felt another white hot jolt when the pad of his finger lands on your poor clit that throbbed with its own heartbeat. "Our High Lady can take one more."

You thought you'd ascended to another plane of existence.

Your boys spent the next two hours bathing you from the mess they'd made of your body.

With feather light touches, Azriel gently ran a soft towel over your sensitive skin.

Sitting between Rhysand's legs, your High Lord washed your hair. When he came across a knot, Rhysand coaxed it free without the harsh tugging they'd previously been doing with it. He'd asked you to recount to him how you'd killed the target. Now that the hard feelings were over, your boys wanted to hear about your success.

After bathing, Cassian presents you with a pre-warmed towel that engulfed your whole being.

Once in bed, your eyes grew warm. "I am sorry. Really. We are a team. I shouldn't have acted on my own."

Rhysand leans down to brush his lips along the bridge of your nose before kissing you. "You don't have to apologize anymore."

Cassian, being your favorite teddy bear, slithers under the sheets with you and pulls you to his expansive chest. He insisted on being first in the cuddling duties. Rhysand and Azriel unfortunately had to finish their own respective duties. But the general was all your's for the rest of the night.

He kisses the crown of your head. "Rest sweetling."

Azriel kisses your cheek before standing tall. "Have sweet dreams."

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theostrophywife · 1 year

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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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readychilledwine · 6 months

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Azriel Masterlist

Azriel x Lyria Vanserra

After a mission leaves Az sore, Madja and Rhys suggest he sees Lyria, a healer who specializes in massage therapy

Bound By Fate Series Masterlist

When Kaylee Archeron meets Azriel, her world turns upside down. Between balancing her trauma, new powers, a mating bond, and war looming over her new home, Kaylee learns that everything is not as little as it once seemed.

Beauty in Pain - Request - A failed mission leads to our reader losing her wings (Azriel x Illyrian Reader)

Surprises ** - Azriel has wanted to touch his high lady for a long time (Azriel x Tamlin's Sister OC x Rhysand)

Devotion - Request - Based on the quote prompt "I can hold the world in my two hands" (Azriel x Reader)

Replacement - Based *loosely* on a Request - After Azriel's son calls his mate, "mommy", reader is out in a situation where all three of them are healing from trauma

Losing Forever - Request - After his mate heads home to care for her sick father and brother, Azriel is faced with the consequences.

Whispers in The Dark ** - Request - Azriel is ever the opportunist when it comes to using a recently discovered fetish against you.

Cat and Mouse

Request - After reports of Illyrian males torturing females and children hit Rhysand's desk, he, Cassian, and Azriel bring you to the camps for the first time in search of answers.

Lollipop ** After being silenced during the High Lord's meeting with her favorite candy. Seraphina finds herself the center of a certain shadowsingers attention

Part 2 **

For Science ** Request - Azriel and Eris finally agree on one thing, your bratty behavior can't continue to go unpunished

Small World Mini Series

20 years away from the Inner Circle was exactly what Azriel needed to heal. It was exactly what he needed to bring him to you, but the world has a funny way of bringing everything full circle.

The Breakfast Club - After missing breakfast unexpectedly, a hidden relationship is revealed to Azriel's family, who can't tell if they're more surprised by you or his cat.

Oath - Y/n was taken in by Feyre as a small child, and now lives with her in the Night Court, but her favorite person is and will always be Azriel

When I'm Gone - You always had the perfect answer, even when you weren't there to give it anymore

Odd One Out - After 500 years of friendship, the last thing you ever expected was the Inner circle to miss one of your symphonies. But you know what they say, time changes people.

AZRIEL WEEK -2023

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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Oooh how about a batboys x reader fic where the reader was being a brat and Rhys was supporting her so Cass and Az restrain them before having some fun and making the other one watch?

Brat Squared (SMUT)

Poly!batboys x brat!reader

A/n: this did awoke something in me👀 help.

Since it’s midnight I’m going to bed but I wanted to gift you all this first. I’ll be back later today tho. since I have the day off I’m going to the gym and then doing some shopping 😊

Warnings: smut, foursome, dom/sub dynamics

You giggled standing back to chest against Rhys. He had one arm around your waist and the other was stroking your cheek as you both looked at Cassian and Azriel who were not in the mood.

You’d been a brat all day. You had no patience and were doing things to distract them from working. You even interrupted their end of day meeting.

And of course Rhys felt like giving in to you today. Cassian and Azriel were sick of him rewarding your bad behavior and went as far as calling him a brat as well.

“Come now. Look at her, she just wanted our attention didn’t you baby?” You bat your eyelashes at the males now towering over you. “Yeah Rhysie. I just wanted to be with you guys all day.” Cassian scoffs, “You were both bratty today. And I think our little brats need to be punished hmm?”

Azriel’s shadows slither between you and Rhys, pulling you apart. Cassian grabbed you, unceremoniously tossing you on the bed. Azriel grabbed Rhys who had a shit eating grin on his lips. The High Lord snapped his fingers and all four of you were completely bare.

As Cassian crawled over you, you felt his hardness rub against your thigh. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling, starting to grind on his thigh. Cassian brings his hand to hold your hips in a bruising grip. “No sweetheart. You wanna act like a brat you’re going to take the punishment.”

He picked you up, bringing you to his chest and flipping you so you face Azriel who has Rhys on his knees. His shadows swirling around Rhys to keep him restrained, his hard cock hitting his lower stomach as he tried to move his hips. Azriel’s hand was gripping Rhys’ short onyx hair forcing him to look at you and Cassian.

“You two had all day to play with each other and now your going to watch Azzy play with him while we have fun.” You whimper as his hot breath tickles your neck, Cassian’s words going straight to your core.

He laid you so you were propped up on your elbows, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air. His hand came down and smacked on of your ass cheeks so hard you lurched forward. You let out a cry as he pulled his hand back to spank you again.

After ten spanks your ass was red. You could still feel. Cassian’s hand print on you and you were sure it was still going to be there tomorrow. You shifted your head so you could look up at Rhys who was just as helpless as you right now.

His cock was leaking precum as Az left marks with his mouth on Rhys’ neck and chest. You moaned at the sight above you. Mother above they were just perfect.

Cassian pulled you from your thoughts as he pulled you back to his chest. You tilted your head back to look up at him with a needy expression. “Are you ready to listen and done being a brat?” “Yes sir.” He kisses your forehead. “Good girl, baby. Now tell me what you need and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

You let out a breathy moan, “Please sir, I need you to fuck me. Need you inside me please.” Cassian and Azriel both let out dark chuckles. “Look at you using your manners. Our little brat is so polite isn’t she Az.” “She is. This one on the other hand,” he yanked Rhys’ hair harder, “needs to learn from her.”

Cassian sits, pulling you to hover just above his cock. “You’re going to ride me like a good girl while we watch Az and Rhys.” You whine as he runs the tip of his cold through your wet folds.

You go to make grabby hands at Rhys but Cassian catches your wrists, pulling them behind your back. “No baby, you can’t touch Rhysie. This is your punishment remember? Just watching, no touching.”

Cassian pulls you down on his cock, not letting you adjust to his considerable size as he helps you bounce on him. “There you go baby. Just needed one of us to fuck you huh? That why you were bratty all day?” You mumble out an uh-huh followed by a babbling of other words. You keep your eyes on Az and Rhys just like Cassian told you too.

Azriel moves to kneel behind Rhys snaking his rough hands down his toned body. He stops at the base of Rhys’ cock to leave light teasing touches. Moving his hand up he starts spreading precum around the head of Rhys’ cock. He lets out a moan, dropping his head back and thrusting his hips at Azriel’s touch.

“Please, Az.” He moans, “please touch me.” Azriel hums and begins sucking on Rhys’ pulse point. Before Rhys can begin whining Azriel wraps his hand around him and begins pumping him.

You let out a deep moan. Between Cassian’s cock hitting all the right spots and the sight before you, you were overwhelmed. You were close to your orgasm and knew if you came without permission Cassian would edge you all night.

You and Rhys made eye contact as your mouth fell open in a silent scream at the new angle Cassian moved you to. You heard Rhys start to beg Az to let him cum but couldn’t pay attention.

Keeping your eyes on them you begin to beg Cass, “Please sir, please let me cum, I need to-“ he cuts you off with a laugh. “I know your about to cum baby. I can feel it by the way your gripping my cock.” He thrust hard to prove his point. “I was t going to let you, but since you asked so nicely go ahead baby.”

Moving your hips faster you could feel your orgasm starting to build. A few more thrusts from Cassian and you came around his cock, slumping backward as he used you for his own release.

Once he finished you looked to Rhys just in time to see him release all over Azriel’s hand. The sight made your pussy wet all over again, wishing Azriel’s fingers were inside you, fucking Cassian’s cum into you.

Rhys smirked as he whispered into Azriel’s ear. His shadows let go of Rhys and he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows.

Az and Cass switched places. Before you could comprehend what was happening Azriel was running his fingers through your folds, pushing two into your heat. You moaned at the intrusion. Az leaned over you, “Ready for round two, baby?”

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

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k-daydreams · 11 months

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The Pursuit of Feeling Alive: III. Bratty Behavior

Pairing: fem!reader x azriel, platonic!innercircle

Synopsis: cousin to Rhysand and Morrigan, y/n was once her family’s golden child. Faced with trials and tribulations her whole life, she needed reprieve— a distraction. Until a surprise homecoming opens Pandora’s box, and gives y/n a reality check. Especially facing her once close friend Azriel. Friends to Enemies to lovers trope.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: swearing, trauma, reader being shitty, slow slow burn, mor and Cassian being readers moral sanity, filler chapter, grammatical errors lmao

Authors note: hellooo! So this is kinda a filler since what I was writing for this part was so long. Next part will really be juicy I promise! Thank you guys for so much love on the last part, I hope y’all will like this! Not a lot of Az has been in this part, mainly talking about him in 3rd person, but I promise hold on hope y’all get him in action in the next!! Lmk what you guys think

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"Rhysand isn't impressed with Azriel," Mor declared, her knife slicing through a piece of meat. "To be honest, Y/n, I could genuinely throttle him." She took a bite of her food before continuing.

It was your first night back in Velaris, and the inner circle, along with the company, was aware of what had happened between Azriel and you. Well, at least what Cassian, Nesta, and Elain had witnessed. Rhys and Feyre hadn't approached you about it yet; Mor mentioned they wanted to spare you any further distress for the time being. Typically when one of the inner circle members had returned home from something, Rhys would have organized a celebratory family dinner, but he had decided against it for now. Instead, you and Mor dined alone in the House of Wind tonight.

Nonchalantly, you shrugged and took a sip from your wine glass. "Just another tantrum from that Illyrian man-child. Nothing new, really." You tried to sound relaxed, not wanting your friends and family to worry about you or the argument. You didn't want Azriel to know his words had cut you deeply or give him any satisfaction. You had already shown him just how much they had affected you. The impact was tangible—you had been restless, tossing and turning in bed for the past few nights, with no appetite to eat. Your homecoming was supposed to mark the beginning of your healing journey, yet here you were, starving and sleep-deprived due to the nonsense uttered by a man who thought he knew you.

Mor nodded knowingly, her napkin dabbing at her lips. "He had no right to speak to you like that," she said, her voice firm. "He knows that, no matter what, you're family. That's why we came back for you when Helion sent word. He knows we would do the same for any member of our family and to disregard you so quickly like that."

Disheartened, you let out a sigh. "I don't know, Mor. I knew we ended things on a sour note, but it's been nearly 60 years since then. I thought he would have moved on."

Her food momentarily forgotten, Mor nearly choked when you made that statement. "Please tell me you didn't just say that," she responded incredulously.

What do you mean?"

She stared at you intensely, her eyes burning into your soul as you went blank. "Seriously?" Perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "I've seen you hold grudges for centuries, and yet you expect him to forgive you for an argument that happened over half a century ago?"

Both of you fell silent, studying each other across the table. Mor's loyalty to Azriel, despite never reciprocating his feelings, was unwavering—just as yours had been in the past. At times, it made you question if her feelings for him were truly nonexistent, like now. A queasiness churned in your stomach, and your head throbbed with a dull ache. Perhaps drinking on an empty stomach hadn't been the best idea, especially when thoughts of Mor and Azriel intertwined.

You cleared your throat, a newfound coldness lacing your tone as you spoke up. "Every grudge I've held has been a result of something more severe than an argument," you stated, fidgeting with the table linen. "An argument, mind you, that happened because he didn't want me to follow Rhys."

Mor retorted sharply, "Look where that got you." Your heart started pounding, your ears heating. Your gaze dropped in her direction, and a familiar flame ignited within you. "What he did was fucked up, but Y/n, you can be a stubborn brat." You opened your mouth to object, but she raised a hand to stop you. "I'm not trying to be rude. I say this because I care about you. But it's time to own up to your mistakes. Only then, maybe, just maybe, you can find peace again."

Mor's tough love never felt good, but you knew it always came from a place of good intentions. Angry and devastated, you found it hard to accept hearing all that. Sure, you could be opinionated and stubborn at times, but reducing yourself to a brat felt unjust.

Draining your wine, you replied, "I had hoped for a civil conversation with him whenever we did talk." Mor looked skeptical, likely not fully believing you. You did have a record for the last century or so with picking arguments, you blamed being around Mor and Amren so much, and maybe a lot of repressed feelings.

Despite her irritation with you, Mor reached out and took your hand in hers, comforting you with gentle circles on the back of it, like a mother would. "When it comes to you, it seems his shadows turn to flames."

There was so much you wanted to say, but you remained silent, allowing her words to echo in your mind. You couldn't quite grasp their cryptic meaning, but you didn’t want to indulge in the topic too much longer. Mor let go of your hand, standing up. "Feel like grabbing a drink at Rita's?" she asked, her tone changing, a small smirk forming. A way to nurse your wounds.

Shaking your head, you replied, "Not tonight. I need to rest. Traveling today drained me. But thank you." You offered a tight-lipped smile.

"Sweet dreams, little star," Mor said, patting your head before walking away.

The once-dull headache now throbbed prominently in your forehead, and you cradled your head in discomfort. Mor’s conversation seemed to reflect the same argument you had a few days prior with Azriel. Though not filled with as malicious intent as his did, it still left you feeling just as scorned. The house cleared the table immaculately as you stood to make your way to your room.

The hallways were quiet and deserted, illuminated by the dim twinkle of faelights illuminating the red stone of the walls. Each light flickered slightly in your presence before dimming again, but you were too weary to care about such peculiarities of your powers. The House of Wind sprawled endlessly, a labyrinth of doors and spiraling stairs within the mountainside. A few new paintings and plants adorned the halls, likely additions from the High Lady and her sister, but it all remained as you remembered.

When you enter your room, a plate with an assortment of delectable cheese and crackers, accompanied by a tall, refreshing glass of water. Along with a small container of headache powder sat patiently on your bedside table. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you witnessed the house meticulously pulling back your sheets, reminiscent of the way it used to prepare your bed during your childhood days. Gently placing your night clothes at the foot of the bed, a smile of gratitude graced your face, silently expressing your appreciation to the house. It seemed that Rhys had been right about something you thought once you were in bed getting pulled into a restless sleep.

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You trudged begrudgingly through the halls of the endless mansion. Feyre had roused you from slumber earlier that morning, informing you of a meeting with the inner circle in an hour. Though you harbored little desire to attend, it was the first order by your new High Lady, making it a matter of importance. You hated how far your room was from the war room. Wishing you had wings, even better, you wished you had a room closer to one of the rooms you frequented the most. Finally almost out of breath, you made it to the entrance. You stalked into the room, you found Amren, Cassian, Lucien, Azriel, and Mor already settled in their seats.

"Tsk, tsk, fashionably late to your first meeting?" Cassian playfully jabbed at you. Walking past him, you discreetly flicked the back of his head, eliciting a muttered "brat" as he dramatically nursed the imaginary injury.

Your steps faltered for a moment, as that word—brat—pricked at your annoyance. Not letting it fester too much, you take a seat between Mor and Lucien. Sitting across from Cassian and Amren, with Azriel positioned diagonally next to his brother, you could feel his intense gaze fixed upon you. Determined not to shudder or shift under his scrutiny, you resolved not to let him see how deeply his words affected you. Deep down, however, you couldn't deny the lingering care you held for him, or the way his presence had consumed your thoughts over the past week like a plague.

"I don't see Feyre and Rhysand, so technically I'm not late," you declared, a smug tone coloring your words.

"Actually, they had other matters to attend to," Amren replied indifferently. It had been less than an hour since you last saw Feyre, leaving you puzzled as to what could have transpired in such a short span of time. Cassian nudged your foot under the table, a silent reminder of his earlier warning. Narrowing your eyes, you retaliated by kicking his shin, relishing in his sharp intake of breath as he winced. "Relax, Y/n!" he exclaimed, while you concealed your smirk, leaning back in your chair with crossed arms.

"Must you be so childish?" Azriel's voice snapped at you, catching you off guard.

Cassian stared at his brother in shock, attempting to defend your actions. “Brother I had started it-“

Beside him, the spymaster exhaled, regaining his composure. "I don't care who started it; I want to get through this as quickly as possible.” he requested, his tone cold.

"Yes, please," you muttered under your breath. The shadowsinger shot you a look.

Though you sensed he had more to say, Amren began speaking before another argument could erupt, cutting straight to the point. "We haven't visited the Court of Nightmares in quite some time. It's about time we made an appearance; I'm sure they're on the brink of chaos by now."

Mor sucked in her teeth, and you could hear Lucien gulp audibly, clearly apprehensive at the thought. You bit your lip anxiously.

"I won't be able to attend. Rhysand, specifically Feyre, has requested that you, Y/n, take the reins tonight," Amren announced, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. She seemed unfazed by the prospect of missing out on the formal affair. Uncertainty flickered across the faces of those from the inner circle, unsure of how you would receive the order, except for Azriel, whose expression remained inscrutable.

You fidgeted with your fingers, picking at the hangnails. Before Amarantha, you had taken pleasure in Rhys entrusting you with these meetings, where you handled official business between the Court of Dreams and Nightmares. It had been empowering to witness your family obeying your orders, having spent so long following theirs, only to be shunned upon your return in the aftermath of one of the darkest days of your life. Your parents were ready to condemn you for treason when they first laid eyes on you. That’s when Rhys had appointed you as an emissary. Primarily since you had spent the most time in the court knowing the ins and outs, and as a sick punishment for your family.

Now, anxiety gripped you as memories you had desperately tried to suppress from your childhood. Those memories now attached with the new ones you sought to repress from your encounter with Amarantha. It became increasingly difficult to focus on Amren's words as your gaze wandered blankly through the expansive window behind her, stretching from the floor to the ceiling.

"Azriel will be right beside you for protection throughout the night, Cassian will accompany Mor, with Lucien joining them," Amren continued, a hint of wariness in her words.

"Why-why can't Cass be by my side?" you stammered. "He's a general for a reason." You had an inkling to why Azriel had always been at your side when you’d be in charge of this responsibility, but you also wanted him nowhere near you. Didn’t anyone else think that him and you together was an awful idea at the moment?

"Because Azriel has a more intimidating effect on your family," Amren replied, looking knowingly at him. Azriel remained stoic, mirroring your own defensive posture—scarred muscular arms crossed, leaning back in his chair, stil as a statue. "As I said, it's been some time since we made an appearance. Who knows what they might do? We can't risk any harm coming to the Princess on her first days back at court," she added mockingly. Rolling your eyes, you fought the urge to offer her a vulgar gesture. For that remark alone, she could certainly go to hell.

"Cassian will come to fetch you later, so you can all gather at the townhouse and winnow together," Amren concluded nonchalantly. "Now, I need to speak with Mor and Cassian privately. You three are dismissed; I'm sure Azriel and Y/n are just itching to throw themselves off the dining room veranda by now." She said to you, Lucien, and Azriel. She was right about one thing, you thought to yourself, your chair scraping against the floor as you stood, eager to escape the war room as quickly as possible.

You closed the door to your room, and fell into your bed screaming into the mattress. You were frustrated, overwhelmed, and exhausted from lack of sleep. A small commotion on your nightstand made you jump, looking up, a medium box now laid on the stand. An envelope attached to a deep purple ribbon wrapped around the gift. You sat up, and grabbed it, opening the paper.

‘Give them hell tonight, you've earned it little star. -R&F’

Inside the box was a diadem of silver, stars of different shapes hung all adorning the chain encrusted in emeralds, diamonds of different hues, and sapphires for you to wear tonight. You sighed, a new feeling slithering through your veins. Maybe this was Rhysand’s way of giving you therapy. You all played a game and made a show down in the court of nightmares that the inner circle all got a kick out of at one point or another. Maybe playing the act was what you needed? You had let your mental shield down, letting your thoughts empty to nothing, hoping Rhys would be paying attention.

You planned this intentionally? You thought once your mind was blank.

Me? What would make you think so? Rhys purred in your mind.

You rolled your eyes. Mhm, you two just had to conveniently leave all of a sudden?

That’s a matter for tomorrow, just try not to torture someone to death tonight, especially not our spymaster. He taunted.

Your spymaster, no promises. You clarified.

Have fun, little star. You could feel him poking at your mind to signal he was no longer there.

You threw your shield up, and laid back on your bed. Tonight was going to be interesting.

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You fixed your lip shine in the mirror, finishing the final touches to your look before a rhythmic knock on your ajar door sounded.

“You ready?” Cassian peaked before walking into the room.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He let out a low whistle as he examined you. “Your family’s not gonna like that.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” You smirked despite a brief heat rising to your cheeks.

The gown you chose was something you had saved for a trip specifically for the court of nightmares before you had been trapped under the mountain. The bodice had long sleeves and was skin tight, black crystal branches wrapping up your arms, and up your waist with thicker branches covering your chest. The skirt billowed with several layers of gossamer, much like the gown you wore in the day court just several days prior, but had slits dangerously high risking a reveal of your hip bones unlike the other gown. You wore the highest heels you had in your closet that were sure to make you grumpy just by standing in them for more than a couple minutes— exactly why you chose them. Then the diadem that Rhys and Feyre gifted you graced the top of your head and shimmered in the faelight of your room that flickered in your wake, when you felt the satisfaction from Cass’s comment.

He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. “I don’t think I even like that.” Then he noticed the slits in the fabric. Rubbing a hand over his face in disbelief. “Mother of the cauldron Y/n, are you even wearing anything under that dress?” He made a face which made you laugh out loud.

“Pig, no need to worry about that!” You slapped his arm lightly before looping yours through it.

“You’re right I don’t want to know.” He shook his head. Cassian was always your comedic relief from your worries, and you were thankful that hadn’t changed. “Could you let Nesta borrow it?” He suggested cheekily.

You groaned disgustedly, “then I would have to burn it afterwards.”

“Good, I don’t want to see you in this gown again after tonight.”

“You’re not my father.” You teased as you two walked out to the balcony.

“Yeah but in my head you’ll always be like my little sister, no matter how much of a brat you are.” He nudged you.

“I hate that word,” you admitted, preparing yourself for flight.

He picked you up bridal style as if you weighed nothing in his arms. You adjusted the fabric so it wouldn’t fly up mid flight. “You know it’s true.” He said, his wings rustling, preparing himself.

You gave him a pointed look, “I’m considering it’s true.” Providing a pinch to his bicep. Without warning he took off into the night sky of Velaris, teasingly loosening his grip on you like he was going to drop you.

“If you keep hurting me, I’ll have to sic my mate on you.” A mischievous glint in his eyes.

“She probably knows you deserve it.” You watched the city below light up under the starry sky.

“Touché,” he smiled. He looked in thought as a silence fell over you two letting you admire Velaris below. You hadn’t had a chance to explore the city since your return, today would’ve been the day if it weren’t for the meeting in the court of nightmares. You could see the rainbow quarters perfectly from above and hear the music in the distance. The stars and moon were close to you as well, the music and being so close the light brought solace to any nerves you may have had. It prickled softly at your skin, seeping into your skin.

“I could guess one person who’ll be excited to see you.” Cassian broke the momentary silence.

“Don’t say his name,” you begged, seeing the angle he was trying to pull.

“Who, Azriel?” He grinned broadly.

“My peace is ruined,” you deadpanned, him chuckling at your disdain.

“Don’t let him being an asshole deter you. He’s been all bent out of shape since your absence. I think he’s just hurt deep down, and those little shadows that are always in his ear when you're around doesn’t help.”

You listened to Cassian ramble, confusion filling you. “You haven’t heard everything he's said to me.”

He relaxed a bit, soaring lower, the familiar townhouse now in your view. “I haven’t heard everything you've said to him either, and I don’t think it’s my business or my right to say anything on the matter given my record. Sometimes you say shit in the heat of the moment, sometimes you say shit to hide what’s actually going on underneath it all. One thing I know whenever it comes to you he’s always all up in arms. Not even Elain can do that to him. I didn’t even see him like that with Mor besides that one time.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, getting ready to land. You gripped his neck tighter, bracing yourself.

“When you’re not annoying, you’re actually wise y’know that?” You were in awe at his words. You weren’t sure how true his interpretation was, but for now it brought you slight comfort and ease about the Azriel situation. He landed with his wings slightly fluttering about, shaking off the wind of the night. He gently set you down, and you tried adjusting yourself now that you were standing. You went to fix the diadem, but Cass pushed your hand away lightly, doing it for you.

“I would hope so, year 600 is creeping up on me fast.”

You laughed softly, “you're about to be an old man.”

“Yeah let’s not talk about that, we’re talking about you remember?” He fixed a loose piece of hair that was out of place. “Try not to let him get to you too much tonight or at least channel it into you being all scary and brooding. I’ve missed you in court, it hasn't been the same.”

“Thank you Cass, and I’m sorry for not visiting.” You said sincerely.

Pulling you into his arms for an embrace, he sighed. “I figured you needed space. There’s nothing wrong with that. Rhys went to the cabin after he came out from under there. You just went to the day court for almost a decade long sabbatical.” He shrugged casually. “You can repay me by training again once you’re settled.” You nodded, pulling away. He wrapped his arm around you, “C’mon we have a party to get to.”

Lucien, Morrigan, and Azriel waited for you two. Azriel was the first to look up at the sound of your heels clicking on floor into the foyer of the townhouse. His hazel eyes darkened, eyebrows slightly narrowing, and jaw clenched at the sight of you. Your heart skipped a beat as his eyes traced your body, lingering at the top of the slits of the gown that could expose your hip bones at any sudden movement, before taking in your bare legs that were accentuated by the uncomfortable heels. You felt a warmth in your core that betrayed any ill feelings towards the spymaster, and you had to take a deep breath to calm yourself. You never knew a look would be able to enthrall you so much and ignite such feelings.

He was in his more formal fighting leathers, muscles at full display even underneath the leather, his hair neatly styled back, sciphons glowing under the light of the common room. He was god-like, you couldn’t deny that. Not rugged looking like Cassian or as regal as Rhys, but he was beautiful. You wanted to be sick at thinking these thoughts. His shadows whispered in his ears as he stared at you. You couldn’t discern the look in his eyes as Mor approached you.

“Oh my, my fathers gonna croak, I love it!” She squealed looking at the patterns on your dress. “But we do have to get going, Y/n winnow Cass?” She looked at the male beside you.

You were about to agree, but Azriel spoke up. “I think I should be with her. Just in case. Amren said they’re possibly at a brink of chaos.” His voice was gravelly, and your heart pounded erratically at the huskiness in his tone.

“O-okay? Cassian, let’s come on then.” She looked at you, your eyes were wide in surprise.

Azriel approached you, and his scent of cedar and mist filled your senses making you want to melt even more. You only cleared your throat, straightening your back as his scarred arm reached around you pulling you closer to him as you got ready to winnow. You could feel the rough pad of his thumb near the top of the slit of your dress making your mind blank. His shadows swirled around your wrists in greeting for the first time since you’ve seen him, and you could feel your cheeks heat up.

Mor and Cassian disappeared along with Lucien right behind them. Azriel’s body heat and movement of his hand on your hip was making you flushed, unable to concentrate. Then his lips were close to your ear and you could feel his cool breath on your neck.

“Whatever happens tonight, don’t take it to heart.” The grip on your hip had tightened, and you could feel the sheath of truth-teller in your lower back.

You looked up to him, even wearing your tallest heels he had towered over you, observing the deadly calm on his face. Your gaze lingered on his lips for a second before flirting back to his intense hazel orbs.

You said barely above a whisper, scared your voice would betray your words. “You forget I’m great at this game, shadowsinger.”

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thelov3lybookworm · 6 months

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lucien x reader who is a soft dom, reader is being bratty and arguing about something that’s really not that deep just to get luc’s attention and reaction. He’s just looking at her and waiting for her to finish, bc he knows what she needs ”are you done now ?”he puts reader in place bc of her attitude, smut bc he knows reader just needs some dick😁

Are you done now?

Summary: After a long day at work and being away from her husband for so long, Y/n just needs her husband.

Unfortunately, her husband is busy.

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A/n: Alrighty, so... as you might know, i dont write smut, so this turned into a not smut fic? but there's suggestiveness in the end, so i guess you can use you imagination ;)

also, two fics in one day y'all. woohoo :)

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Y/n had been miserable the whole day, and as she trudged back home, she hoped nothing eventful happened now. She had had enough for one day.

It also didn't help that she couldn't spend time with her husband who had only returned this morning from that long trip the high lord had sent him on.

Fuck Rhys.

That was all she could think of.

Y/n finally reached the door to her and Lucien's home, and she let herself in with the keys she pulled out from her pocket.

The house was silent and nearly dark, the only light coming from the faelights in the place. There were occasional sounds of a paper being turned, but other than that, nothing.

As she retreated further into the house, she could see a soft light coming from up the stairs.

That meant Lucien was upstairs.

Her spirits lifted a little, looking forward to simply cuddling p to her husband and catching up on everything they had missed out on.

After she had moved up the stairs and poked her head into Lucien's office, a soft smile spread on her face as she found him hunched over his desk, scribbling away furiously on a piece of paper.

At the sound of the door opening, Lucien looked up, his lips splitting into a grin as he found Y/n looking at him.

"Hello love. How was your day?"

Y/n sighed bitterly. "Don't ask. It was miserable. It was all I could do not to strangle the customers."

Y/n worked in a bakery, and the people that came in that day had been absolute menaces.

"That's bad. Do you want me to hunt them down and strangle them for you?"

Y/n shook her head. "Come to bed."

"Just a few moments my love. I just need to finish this report for Rhys and I'll be there."

Y/n wanted to argue because she needed him right at that moment, but decided not to push. She needed to get changed anyways.

"Fine."

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Y/n turned onto her back again, huffing. It had probably been hours since she had settled into bed, and Lucien had still not come to bed. And she needed his cuddles, for without those, she could not sleep.

She sat up, furiously pushing her hair out of her face as she climbed out of bed, stomping up to Lucien's office opposite their room. She pushed the door open with such force that it bounced off the wall behind the door.

Lucien looked up, alarm written on his features. His brows furrowed when he realised that it was Y/n.

"My love? Is everything alright?" He stood, the gentle light of the faelights bathing him in a glow.

"No! Nothing is alright. You know why? Because you don't love me anymore!"

Lucien blinked, searching her face. "I... what?"

"What do you mean what! You do not love me. I know it."

"What makes you think that?" Lucien was beginning to get agitated now, Y/n could see it, yet she forced herself not to care.

"You should really get married to your desk, because our marriage apparently means nothing to you." Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, huffing.

His eyes narrowed. "Y/n. I don't know what you're talking about."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure."

She walked forward until she was practically climbing onto Lucien as he leaned back onto the table. She shoved a finger onto his chest, glaring up at him.

"I asked you to come to bed hours ago. And yet you're still here, finishing reports for him."

"Hold up. It has only been ten minutes since you came in here. I-"

"That does not matter!" Y/n screeched, though embarrassment burned her cheeks. "All that matters is that you didn't come to bed, even though I told you to come to bed. You don't love me anymore."

She bit back the tears that began filling her eyes.

"Yeah. You're right."

That gave Y/n pause and she blinked. "Wha- what do you mean I'm right? Right about what?"

"That I don't love you anymore."

"Lucien. What do you mean?" Her voice had lost all it's bite, filling with sadness.

He sighed, staring deep into her eyes. "Are you done now?"

She swallowed, guilt beginning to seep into her bones. "Yes." She mumbled quietly.

He nodded and held out his hand, watching intently as she took it and closed the distance between them.

"You want to tell me about all those people who got on your nerves today so I can set them on fire?"

She smiled as she rested her head against his chest. "You can't set fire to anyone who annoys me." Then, after a moments pause, she mumbled, "You can set fire to me though."

His chest rumbled as he laughed, his body becoming warmer as if he was summoning his fire to the surface. "That's what I thought."

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the-book-gnome · 2 years

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Please write somethinng about wedding night with azriel ( smutty, fluff )

Parings: Azriel x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, oral (fem reviving), p in v, slight breeding if you squint, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, pet names ( my love, love, princess)

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

Between Feyre and Mor fussing over you and the nerves for the wedding, the day went by quickly. After the ceremony, everyone in the family got together at the river house, neither you nor Azriel wanted a big celebration, it meant more if it was just family.

Cassian kept winking at you every time you or Azriel looked at him, he also kept asking what your plans for the night were as if it wasn’t obvious. Az probably has hit him at least 5 times by now. Armen was sleeping on the couch against Varian, he was playing with her hair. Feyre and Rhys went up to bed about an hour ago, you and Azriel kept trying to go back to the house but every time you said something Mor would start to complain and guilt trip you into staying longer even though the both of you stopped drinking hours ago.

She, Cass and Nesta didn’t seem to mind, they were all still drinking, and they could hardly even stand up without any help. You were sitting on the couch with Az, he was gently stroking your thighs, listening to Cassian talk. You were doing your best to pay attention but Azriel was making that increasingly difficult the higher he moved his hand. No one else seemed to notice so you did your best to pretend nothing was happening.

Azriel suddenly stood up, you slipped off his lap confused, he bent down and lifted you into his arms. When he started walking to the door Casiaan stumbled behind him, “where the hell are you going?” He was spilling the wine in his cup with each step.

“As far away from you as I can get,” Az grumbled, his shadows opening the door for the two of you and then slamming it in Cassian's face. You could hardly hear Cassian whining over your laughter. You could see the smirk on Azriel's face as he took off from the ground. He made sure his shadows kept your outfit and hair untouched by the wind. He looked ethereal in the moon's lighting, his hair casting shadows over his beautifully sculpted face.

“And where are you taking me, shadow singer?” You placed a warm hand on his cheek, tracing the slight stubble. His smirk grew as he landed on the balcony of the room you two shared.

“To my bed to consummate our marriage, I don’t suppose you have any objections?” You yelped as he threw you into the air. Landing on the softness of the many blankets and pillows littered around the bed. You dipped around to look at him. He was simply leaning against one of the frames of the bed with his arms crossed watching you.

“Perhaps if you didn’t treat me like a rag doll I wouldn’t, I’m thinking we should wait to consummate the marriage until you learn simple manners,” You loved challenging him, he always got so competitive. A deep chuckle left his mouth, his hair falling Infront of his face, leaving you utterly breathless, gods he was perfect.

“Hmm, cute,” Azriel leaned forwards, quickly grabbing one of your ankles and dragging you to the edge of the bed. His hands dragging up your legs.

“Don’t do that you’ll ruin the dress,” You were slightly breathless as he pulled down your undergarments. Your dress is still covering you.

“What dress?” He looked back at you, the amusement evident in his voice, for a moment you were confused until the chill of the room washed over you. Your dress had disappeared, his shadows removing it from you without your knowledge.

Azriel gripped your hips, lifting you so you were on your knees, your eyes were level with his collar bones. One hand moved to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “If you behave tonight I’ll let you cum as much as you want, but if you start acting bratty then I’ll make sure you don’t, understood?” You could hear the threat in his voice, he was gentle with you but you knew what would happen if you kept messing with him. And since Edit was your wedding g night you decided to behave, giving him a nod. “Words.” His right hand was ghosting over your clit, adding pressure, and making you whimper.

“I understand,” He let go of your chin, pushing you up the bed so your head fell back onto the pillows. He kneeled in between your open legs, unbuttoning his shirt. “You look pretty,” your voice was soft when you spoke. His chest and abs came into view as he threw his shirt to the side. Then when he sheds out of his pants and underwear, you were able to see all of him.

Azriel's eyes softened, he loved when you said that to him, so genuine and loving. Despite his threat from earlier, there was no way he would let his wife go unsatisfied tonight. Even if you did misbehave he would give you exactly what you wanted, he was at your mercy but you didn’t need to know that. He leaned down, placing a kiss on each knee, before laying in between your legs, slowly kissing his way up your thighs. “As do you, my love,”

You propped yourself onto your elbows, wanting to watch him. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, looking back up at you before giving your clit a kiss. Without breaking eye contact, he licked a bold strip from your entrance to your clit. You let out a shaky breath, and your mouth parted as he continued. The way he was looking at you felt so intimate, you knew he’d do anything for you. A whimper fell out of your mouth as he closed his mouth around your clit, sucking harshly, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

You did your best not to close your eyes for too long, not wanting this moment to go away, but your arms were starting to hurt and you wanted to be able to focus on the pleasure he was giving you, he seemed to notice this, having his shadows lay you back down, they stroked your hair, whisping around your head, giving you more comfort. Azriel's moved his hand up to yours, guiding it to his hair. You pulled hard when he nipped at you, causing him to groan, the vibrations making you buck your hips into his face.

Your moans were getting louder, and his tongue moved faster, adding just the right amount of pressure. He moved one hand to your clit, rubbing circles as he moved his tongue inside of you, thrusting at a fast pace. His shadows holding you down so you don’t move too much. Your walls righting around his tongue, bringing you closer to your release. The pleasure became too much as your orgasm hit you. The sensations caused you to twitch and writhed around him. Your legs clamped around his head, you felt him groan more as your hold on his hair tightened. He worked you through the orgasm, slowing down once you were calming down.

He opened your legs up with his hands, crawling on top of your body to meet you in a sloppy kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, your legs righted around him again, trying to pull him against you. “So impatient, princess,” He moved one of his hands down to align himself with you, giving you another kiss before sinking into you. You both let out a breath as he was fully inside of you. His wings flared as you brought your hand up to one of them. You were always fascinated with how sensitive he was. He pulled out to the tip, and as your finger brushed against the inside of his wing he slammed back into you with a loud moan. Your vision blurred, not expecting the sudden pleasure.

“What did I say about that, love?” Azriel was breathing heavily. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it when you touched his wings, he just tended to lose control when you did. He had no intention of causing any pain tonight.

“You know you don’t have to be gentle Az, I know you won’t hurt me,” He looked unsure, not completely trusting himself. You stoked his wing again, he pushed deeper into you forcing a moan from your lips. “Please,” You kissed him, showing how much you trusted him. He let out a sigh of relief and slowly pulled out, pushing back into you gently. His pace sped up with every thrust, moans and whimpers escaped his lips the more you touched his wings. The more you touched him the harder he went. His thrusts pushing you down into the mattress, not giving you any time to catch your breath. It felt amazing, you could feel the goosebumps raise in your skin, your second orgasm approaching quickly.

Azriel had raised himself, resting on his knees while holding your waist in his hands. He angled you upwards, the new angle making everything feel even better. You gripped onto his hands. Moans littered out of your mouth as your entire body went limp. You could feel the shock of your orgasm wash over you. Only being able to hear your husband's sounds. He came right after you, filling you up to the brim.

He stayed inside of you, not letting a single drop of his seed leak out of you. When you opened your eyes you saw that Azriel's cheeks were flushed and he was breathing heavily. “You should lose control more often, it’s very exhilarating,” you had a small smile on your lips, your hands resting on his.

“Don’t worry princess, we’ve only just begun our night together,” Azriel leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, then flipped you around to your stomach. You supposed you were right, he was never satisfied with just one orgasm.

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thehighlordishere · 24 days

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Can I request How would yandere bat boys poly romantic mates from ACOTAR deal with a bratty male reader that has an attitude for example the bat boys saying “if you walk out that door you will regret it” and reader walked back and then opened the window and jumped out that would be hilarious 😂.

Yandere!Poly!bat boys x male reader

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Warnings: implied kidnapping, yandere themes,

“If you walk out that damn door you will regret it“ Rhysand snarled at you.

You looked at the three of them, Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel.

Before opening the window and leaping jumping out.

“Son of a BIT-“ Az lunged for window.

Cassian quickly flew around the window you were falling from and caught you as you were laughing. “You little brat-“

At least it was him who caught you. You didn’t last long till Rhys got ahold of your mind and awoke to a nice scolding.

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readychilledwine · 9 months

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Requiem for a Dream

Part 4 : Closer

(Three Months into Rhysand's return home)

Rhys is left with no choice but to call the bargain with Feyre in, but it turns out the anger the cursebreaker fills him with is the perfect catalyst.

Warnings - a lot? NSFW, Smut, Penetration, rough sex, d/s dynamics, bratty behavior, mentions of self pleasuring, mentions of voyeurism and exhibitionism, degradation and praising, light impact play, alcohol use. Let me know if I'm missing something?

A/N- this is the end, my loves. From here forward would begin the journey that is ACOMAF but with my OC. I'm interested in diving into a tense dynamic between her and Feyre that is very much an enemies to friends trope. I just do not know if I will. If you are interested, this one is pretty obvious to the gurlies with a banging time playlist, "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails

Part One Part Two Part Three

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Rhiannon could hear Rhys arguing with Feyre. The bargain they struck had begun zapping him this morning and used that small piece of him that lived inside of her to force him to feel her emotions. Panic, fear, depression. He had tried pushing it aside as long as he could before getting too angry to ignore it any longer.

Rhiannon had dressed him impeccably for his first outside of the court appearance since leaving the mountain. He looked like a God. His fitted black trousers, a black shirt, and jacket with embellished lapels. His swirling chest tattoos peeked out from under his clothing. She, admittedly, had been drooling over her husband.

In her mind, his outfit highlighted the return to health he'd undergone. It showed that his court was thriving under their strong high lord. Appearance was one lesson she took very seriously from her own father. Even if Rhysand hadn't repaired his court alone, she ensured it looked like it he did.

The other high lords did not need to know she had been a driving force in how quickly they recovered. They didn't need to know Azriel and Cassian had made examples of every single male that stepped out of line. That Mor and Amren had slapped the Court of Nightmares back into shape with two long visits. No, she'd allow her mate that credit, especially when it was Tamlin having to face it. She ran a perfectly manicured nail along the rim of the crystal glass before refilling it with the sweet red she had stolen from Rhysand's cabinet.

She smirked as the doorway to their room, and then the bathroom, slammed open and shut. She had been teasing him all day. Sending him images of her playing with herself, sending him images of last night when she was watching him with his cock in her mouth. Now, she sat in their oversized tub, drinking wine, and looking out over their court, she regretted nothing about the bratty behavior she had sent him despite his multiple delicious warnings. Not when it would become this.

She could feel is rage ripping through the bond like wolves. But all of that stopped the second he saw her, naked and wet, in the steamy haze of their tub. "Are you going to join me, or just stand there?" She looked back at him over her shoulder. She watched his eyes go wide and his smirk grow. She took it one step further, wiggling her hips at him.

He growled at her, immediately pulling his clothing off. "Stay right fucking there. Do not move."

"Right here?" She motioned to the bench her knees were on. "Right in this spot?" She had arched her back and leaned forward out of the tub, allowing him a full view of the absolute present she was offering him. She smirked as he was instantly in the water and over to her within seconds.

His hand found purchase in her hair, pulling it to arch her back even more. "Teasing me today, little mate? Do you think it was really appropriate to send me images like that while I was trying to save the cursebreaker?" He placed kissed along her neck and jaw line before whispering into her ear, "Did you enjoy fucking the toy I bought you? It sounded and looked like you did, pretty little thing."

She smiled ferally while looking up at him. "I did no such thing, Rhysand. Are you sure your mind isn't playing tricks on you? We both know old age has started to take its toll." A harsh smack found her round ass making her cry out in pleasure.

"Flithy, fucking, liar." He smacked her ass again, enjoying the way it bounced as his hand made contact, then again and again. He didn't stop until her legs were slightly shaking and her ass was red from the continued strikes. "Am I going to have to fuck some manners back into you, Rhiannon? You are a High Lady. You should behave with more respect."

She felt herself dripping at this point. Rhiannon loved when Rhysand was a gentle dom, but the degrading, angry male she was dealing with right now was her absolute favorite. She loved when he fucked her to release his frustration, and they had a month of build up to this moment.

She'd spent the past month teasing him. Anything from sucking his cock in the broom closet or under his desk, to having him walk into their shared bedroom with her fingers buried inside of her, to riding his thighs in his office, to begging him finger her under a blanket at family reading night, she'd teased her mate with all she had to offer to lead up to this moment, and he had teased her. He'd wake her with his tongue between her legs, he'd send her memories of them. He kept her on edge constantly.

He reached over her, taking her wine and drinking it. "Did you get that cunt ready for me? Or were you unable to follow that order as well?" He ran a single finger along her folds, groaning at her wetness before pushing it in and making her gasp.

She kissed below his jawline, laughing in a way that had his hand wrapping around her throat and him growling in her ear. She began to ride that finger, then the second he added, moaning before finally answering. "Oh High Lord, didn't you just accuse me of showing you how pretty I looked fucking myself with that toy? Did I not do a good job positioning myself in front of the mirror so you could watch every single inch sink into me?"

"Fucking brat." His fingers withdrew from her and went to his cock. He lined himself up and was inside of her within seconds, his hands gripping her plush hips as he immediately set a punishing pace. Rhiannon screamed at the intrusion before quickly falling into moans and whimpers. "What's wrong, pet? Nothing to say now?" She whimpered at a harsh thrust.

The stretch of his cock had her drooling. No toy compared to her mate. To her husband. Every drag had her eyes rolling back, lips parted as she panted in bliss. Her hips began to meet his as his wings appeared, flared wide in dominance. He was growling and moaning behind her, causing her own pleasure to soar higher and higher.

"Such a fucking tight pussy," another hard spank had her squeezing him and crying out loudly. "Gods I've missed your cunt baby. Feels so fucking good. You were fucking made for me." Another spank, then another. Rhys had his head thrown back as he heard his mate crying out below him. He tilted his head, instead watching her reflection in the glass windows as he fucked her into oblivion.

Rhiannon was a true ethereal beauty. Her lips were slightly open, whispering his name and praises, her golden skin flushing with the power of his hips meeting her own, bouncing her full ass on his hips and thighs. Her perfect tits. Her small trim waist. Her head fell softly back in pleasure before falling to the side, her back still arched as he took his pleasure from her.

She was twitching around him with every rich heavy drag of his cock against her. She was begging him for more. "Rhysand, please," a soft moan fell as he moved to angle himself and her to kiss her. A sharp well aimed thrust had her pulling her lips away, "Oh fuck, Rhys!" He began to speed up, hitting that spot. The one he knew all to well from their time together. "Fuck! Yes! Yes! Right there, Rhys!" Her walls were fluttering more and more, the coil in her stomach tightening. "Please! Rhysand please!"

Rhys knew one thing to be true as his name started to fall from her lips in constant breathy moans like a mantra:

He never wanted anyone the way he wanted her. The way he craved her. Whispering her name was enough to breathe life back into places Rhysand didn't even know had died inside of him. She was his. He was hers. From the day he swore those vows to her, until the day they parted this life together.

He felt their bond glowing brightly between them, shimmering and dancing as if it had come alive at this final act of their reunion. He knew also then that he'd never allow anything to come between them. Never again.

"I'm so close, Rhys," he kissed her neck. The hand holding her throat ran down her body as water splashed between them. He found her clit, ghosting it.

"Me too, Rhia. I love you, baby. You know that?" She nodded, whispering to him how much she loved him in return. Her walls were pulsing around his cock, begging him for his release. "I want you to come for me. Come for your high lord."

Rhys pressed on her bundle of nerves, groaning as her pleasure shot through their bond like a well timed arrow. They tumbled over the edge together, Rhysand moaning so loudly he knew the mountains shook as Rhiannon screamed his name. He allowed her to relax, enjoying her little wiggles on his cock as she spasmed below him. He placed gently kisses to her shoulder, coming down much quicker than her and whispering praise into her rounded ear.

She was glowing, and it was then that he remembered why he kept her ready for him at all times. She looked like a goddess, her power humming and replenishing some piece of the realm with the extra magic and energy she found in release. Her eyes were shut, and she circled his neck with her arm, pulling him into a passionate kiss as the bond began to settle back down.

"I missed you," He pulled out of her and pulled her into his lap as he sat in their tub. He pulled the bottle of wine and glass back over to them before taking a drink and offering her one as well.

She placed small kissed on his jaw line. "I missed you too." She leaned her head on his shoulder, her fingers lacing with his free hand resting on her stomach. "You two were fighting?"

"She threw her fucking shoes at me." Rhiannon paused looking at him before bursting into laughter. "Rhia, this isn't funny. She threw her Godsdamned shoes at me. One hit me, darling."

"Do you have a booboo?" She began checking him over, dramatically looking for any signs of damage. "My poor Illyrian baby! How ever will you recover? Should I call for Madja? Maybe she will put you on bed rest for a week. I will stay by your side and be your nurse if I must."

Rhys nodded with a smirk at his wife's antics before making eye contact with her. "Keep up that behavior, and I'm going to fuck the attitude right out of you. Your sudden lack of manners is appalling. You spent far too much time with Cassian and Azriel."

Rhiannon smiled, pressing a kiss against his lips. "I apologize my powerful, handsome, intelligent, and cunning mate." He pulled her into another kiss. "Make me a promise, Rhys?" He nodded at the request. "Promise me from here forward we do all of this together. No more one of us is left behind, no more you self-sacrificing, no make fake facade that I am just your little piece of eye candy. Us, from here forward, working together as a team."

He nodded, kissing her shoulder. "I promise you, from here forward, I will take you with me wherever I go, that I will involve you in my choices and decisions. I will never allow something like this to keep us apart for so long ever again. That will end your position as a spy, though, Rhiannon." She nodded at the expected condition. "The priestess knows you are my High Lady," he waved his arm, unglamoring the swirling pattern that covered her right hand and arm. The tattoo he had placed into her skin once she was sworn in as High Lady in secret. "It's time for our family, court, and other High Lords to know as well." He kissed her hand, and each finger.

She leaned in capturing his mouth with hers and relaxed into a long slow kiss. One that was vastly different from the previous they've shared since his return home. It was filled with love, joy, anticipation. She gave him every single ounce of passion she had in her soul and he returned it with his own. They pulled apart, catching their breath together as Rhysand rested his forehead on hers.

"We will begin that process once dear Feyre Cursebreaker is back in Spring. Rght now, darling, we are going to our bed together. So I may ravage you over and over until you are nothing more than a silly cock drunk whore." She giggled as he lifted her out of the water, carrying her bridal style into their room with a wide smile on his face.

"I love you," she whispered as he laid her down on the silk sheets.

"I love you too, Rhiannon."

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