Desires (Bat boys x Plus size reader)
(All credit to artworks by Roki for the amazing fanart)
Short description - Reader is best friends with Mor and desperately needs to sort out her dry spell, Mor introduces her to the boys. They hit it off and they take good care of her. Pairing – Rhysand x plus size reader; Azriel x Plus size reader; Cassian x plus size reader Warnings – Swearing, Smut, Oral (F and M receiving), p in v, anal, fingering, double penetration, drinking, sex on the first night, they barely know each other, shitty writing. Au Note – This is the first time in a while posting something on here, feedback would be great! This will have multi parts, I don't know how many just yet. Probably three? But honestly guys this will be just pure smutty, smut, smut. I think I just really needed to get this out my head and into a fic. Even though there's no smut in this part, I promise it's coming I do requests – My requests are open for all characters on Stranger Things and ACOTAR, a few House of the dragon characters, so hit me up. Word count – 4454 Please enjoy and sorry if this is shit, literally wrote it in a day and decided to post it. English is not my first language either, so again, sorry if it's terrible.
Part one - Part two - Part three
“You should definitely wear that.” Mor teases, eyes raking down my body as the black dress hugs all my curves. The curve of my hips, stomach and thick thighs, turning slightly to see what my ass looked like and I smiled.
“If you don’t like anyone, I wouldn’t mind you in my bedroom tonight.” I gasped, feeling the fiery heat bloom over my face and neck, mouth falling open as I stare at my friend. Her eyes crinkle with a laugh, eyes shining as she smacks my ass, “I would be honoured.” She adds, not giving me a chance to ask her what the fuck she’s talking about before she leaves with a loud laugh and closes the curtain in the small dressing room.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous.” I call out, but still manage a smile, feeling the heat travel over my body, “And you’re too easy to rile up.” She replies, opening the curtain again to peek her head in, “If only you were into females as well, then this whole dry-spell of yours would’ve been sorted out ages ago.” She adds with a dramatic sigh, I roll my eyes, placing my hand on her face and pushing her head out of the changing room.
“Not to be a bitch, but if I were into females, Amren would be first on my list.” I hear her bark out a surprised laugh as I start pulling the thin fabric of the dress off, careful not to crinkle it. “You know what, I don’t judge.” She says and I laugh as I pull my clothes back on, “I feel a but coming on...”
“But, she’s scary as fuck, if I’m really honest.” I laugh, “Scary, but so, so fucking hot.”
I pull the curtain open, leaving the small dressing room and leaning on the wall waiting for her to finish up, she opens the curtain with a dramatic whoosh and waltzes out, a deep red dress clinging to every curve of her toned body. My eyes rake down her body and back up, swallowing slightly as she turns to stare at herself in the mirror.
“You look-” “Boring.” She cuts me off, “I wish I could fill out a dress like you, babe.” She turns to pout at me and my hand extends to hers. “You’re one of the most beautiful females I’ve ever seen, and I know we’ve only been friends for a few months, and I do love you. So, if you ever say a negative word about my friend again, I’ll smack you.” I end seriously, watching as a smile wraps around her head.
“Shut up.” She smiles, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before turning back to the fitting room, “Fine, you’ve convinced me I’m beautiful again, I’ll get the dress.” I laugh, rolling my eyes and turning to the mirror, licking my finger and wiping at the red stain she left behind on my cheek.
“What time do you want me to be ready?” I ask, turning to look around the small shop just as Mor pulls the curtain open. “Maybe by sundown.” She says and places her hand around my wrist, pulling me towards the front of the shop, taking the black dress out of my hands and placing it with hers.
I’ve learned long ago that when Mor offers to pay for something, it’s quite impossible to refuse.
“Rhysand checked in with me a few hours ago to let me know they’re back safe and sound, so we will probably meet them at Rita's, I’ll come get you.” She says, giving me a soft smile, while turning back to the smiling young woman who placed the dresses in separate bags for us, like always.
I feel my spine stiffen at the mention of her cousins name, my High-Lords name, and I swallow.
I met Mor a few months ago, literally bumping into her on my way to work, spilling my tea over both of us. I remember apologizing profusely until she looked at me and I saw who it was.
Mor, as in The Morrigan.
And I probably died of embarrassment for a few seconds, staring at her until her soft gentle hand pulled me out of my trance, reassuring me it was her fault as well for not looking where she was going. She snapped her fingers and the wet stains on our clothes disappeared, leaving only the smell of peppermint tea behind.
I smiled again, then looked at the sun rising even more over Velaris and apologized again before rushing off. That night Mor waltzed into the healers section with a smile on her face, asking for me to attend to one of the smallest cuts I’ve ever seen, and since then, we’ve been friends. Starting with tea and cake at a small bakery, to drinks at Rita’s, to sleepovers filled with laughter and too much wine.
Seven months I’ve been training under Madja, six month’s I’ve been friends with the greatest female I’ve ever met.
But in those six months I’ve never, not once, met her family, not including Amren. But tonight was the night.
They’ve been gone a lot, dealing with court business, and every time they’ve been here to spend time with Mor, I’ve been busy. Either studying or helping Madja, but tonight our schedules aligned, and Mor has convinced me to go have drinks with them and to finally meet the elusive males.
Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel.
“Are you ready?” Mor asked, gripping my arm and before I could say yes, she winnowed us to my house, leaving me standing in my small living room as she took off to my room.
“Come on, we don’t have all day.” She called over her shoulder and I followed.
I took my dress out of the bag and placed it down on my bed, not needing to struggle with crinkles later as Mor moved through my room like it was hers.
“Okay, I’m getting the bath ready, all you need to do is get in-” she stopped as she turned towards me, eyebrows lightly pinching together.
“Are you okay?” the concern in her eyes took me out of my worrying and I smiled.
“Yes.” I answered, “Just extremely nervous.” I added honestly, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
“No need to be, they’re my family and you’re my best friend, you’ll love each other.” She smiled, placing my hair behind my ear, “Maybe they’ll love you a little too much, I might need to fight off some overgrown bats with a stick tonight.” She laughs as my face burned.
I stood up, walking to my bathroom, “Oh please, I’d have better luck getting lucky with a faelamp then with any of them.” Her laughter echoed through the room as she followed me to my small bathroom, watching as I poured lavender oil into my bath. “At least I can turn a faelamp on.” I added with a mumble and she laughed again.
“In that dress, any Fae would be lucky to be turned on by you.” I sighed, standing up and turning towards her, “You should go, get ready, I’ll see you at sundown.” I placed my hand on her upper arm, giving it a squeeze, “Okay, okay, I’ll leave you to it, I wish you’d let me help with the bath.” And before I can say anything she steps back from me, laugh ringing as she winnows away.
I spent at least half and hour soaking and thoroughly washing myself and my hair, using the small razor to clean up the stubble on my body, leaving my legs smooth as the silk dress I’m wearing as I dry off, getting into the dress and drying my hair, applying minimal makeup to my face, knowing if we’re going to Rita’s, I’m going to dance and most likely sweat most of it off.
I sigh again, falling flat on my back with my shoes at my feet, waiting for me to put them on, but I don’t feel like I have the energy to do it. I’ll just wait for Mor to help me when she gets here.
Then there’s a small knock on my door and I sit up straight, frowning as I look at the sun almost setting over the Sidra. I get up, leaving my shoes on the floor as I hurry through my small apartment to the front door.
I swing it open and then I freeze, looking up at the tall handsome male in front of me.
“Hi.” I say softly, half hiding behind the door as the man offers me a small smile, head tilting down some. I look over his shoulders at the large wings on his back and know immediately who he is.
“Hello, sorry for the intrusion, Mor sent me, said she was having trouble with her hair or something.” He added, eyes slowly raking down my body before meeting my eyes again.
My brain struggled to compose a sentence as I stared at him, over his shoulders at the magnificent wings, and the small black shadows lazily drifting around him.
He must’ve been the most beautiful male I’ve ever seen.
His wings stirred before he cleared his throat and I snapped out of my stupor, cheeks blushing as I looked back at his eyes.
“Shit, sorry, yes, let me just-” I stepped back, opening the door a little and motioned for him to come inside. “That’s strange, since I’ve known her, she’s never had trouble with her hair, she just likes to cause trouble for me.” I sigh, and one of his eyebrows lift in amusement. I blush even more.
“Not like, in a bad way.” I add quickly, stepping to the side to give him even more space as he entered my house and dwarfed me. “Believe me, I understand.” He adds, voice cutting straight through me. Strong and deep and fucking dangerous.
“Well, I’m ready if you are?” I say, not even knowing why I invited the male into my home if we could’ve winnowed from my front porch. His eyebrow lifts again, along with the corner of his mouth as he looks at me.
“You’re going barefoot?” he asks and I frown, looking down at my feet, wiggling my toes, “Shit, no, I was actually waiting for Mor to help with those, they completely slipped my mind.” I rush, fearing that the blush staining my cheeks might be permanent.
A small chuckle leaves him and I instantly relax, feeling my shoulders slump slightly as I look at him, making eye contact again. “I’m sorry, I’m not usually such a ditz.” I say, “I’ll just grab my shoes and I’ll be right out, uh-”
He smiles now, a dimple popping out on his cheek, “Azriel.” He offers and I smile back, “Azriel.” I say, testing his name on my tongue. There’s a small riffle of his wings that I ignore as I excuse myself to grab my shoes, checking myself in the mirror once more before joining him again.
I’m shocked to see his back to me while he studies my overflowing bookcase, shadows moving over books and some other trinkets across the room, before one curls around his ear and he turns, and I swear there’s a light brush of pink over his cheeks.
“I’m sorry for the mess, I’ve had a long week and haven’t had time to properly clean up.” I smile, sitting down on the couch and then pause as my dress tightens over my body, making it very difficult for me to reach down towards my feet to put my shoes on.
“Damn dress, can’t really move in this fabric.” I complain to myself, trying another way to get my foot in, face heating up at my attempts, until I hear another chuckle.
My head snaps up to Azriel and I smile, “Don’t laugh, you’re lucky you’re a male and you don’t need to fit yourself into tight silks.” I joke and he steps forward, the same small smile gracing his face and lighting up his eyes. “This is why I needed Mor.” I sigh, slumping back slightly, chest heaving a little.
“May I?” He asks, eyes raking over my chest and back up.
“Try on the dress?” I ask with a frown, “Be my guest.”
He throws his head back with a deep laugh, eyes closing and I smile at the scene, his smiling eyes meet mine and he points at the shoes.
“I meant the shoes, may I help you?” Now I laugh, nodding with a smile as I hand him my shoe, watching as he sits down on the edge of my tea table.
“Too bad, I bet you’d look really pretty in this.” I say before I can help myself, watching as his eyes meet mine and another small blush dusts his cheeks before he scoffs, actually scoff, still with a brilliant smile on his face.
“I’m sure I won’t do it justice quite like you, my lady.”
Now I blush, sitting back with a small smile. “You sound like Mor.” I say softly, “And you can call me (Y/n).” I smile, watching as he leans down to hold my shoe in place so I can step into it, he takes the two long straps in gloved hands and start twisting them around my ankle and I pray to the Mother that he doesn’t notice the slight shiver that runs through me at the touch. He finishes and softly drops my foot so I can test the tightness of the straps. “(y/n).” He says and I think I’m in love with the way he says my name.
Then I gasp as something cold moves along my other leg to grab the discarded shoe.
I sit up to watch his shadows as they lift my leg slightly, taking my shoe and putting it on my foot as they wrap around my legs, gliding across my smooth skin and goosebumps erupt across my whole body at the feel of them. I gasp again as one or two stray shadows inch up my leg, just to my knee and back down again.
“I’m sorry, they have a mind of their own sometimes-” Azriel starts, and I cut him off, lifting my hands as I continue to study them gliding over my ankle even after they’ve tightened the straps.
“Please, don’t apologize, they’re magnificent.” I say with a breath, smiling still, and I swear from my praise they start buzzing around the edges.
Azriel laughs as he stands, “Don’t encourage them, they’ll never leave you alone.” He says, reigning them in. I smile, taking his hand that he offers to me and allow him to help me up.
“Thank you, for the help.” I say, straightening my dress with my hands.
“Let’s go before Mor sends out a search party.” I say, stepping closer to the shadowsinger. I swear I see his breath hitch before he places his hand around my wrists and his shadows swarm us.
I gasp as they disappear and we’re standing in front of Rita’s, only being use to winnowing with Mor, not doing, whatever that was…
Azriel steps around me and opens the door, waiting for me to enter first and suddenly I'm nervous again.
Nervous because as we enter I see Mor’s golden hair, head thrown back as she laughs at something the big male next to her said. My eyes scan the table and I see Amren sitting next to someone who’s aura radiates pure power.
That must be The High-Lord.
Azriel must’ve picked up on my nerves because a shadow wraps gently around my ankle as I stare at the group, I look up to him, seeing him looking at the table as well, staring. I follow his line of sight and see his eyes trained on Mor, smiling and laughing at the Illyrian male next to her, who has to be Cassian.
I sigh, of course he likes her…
His gloved hand comes down on my lower back as he softly leads me forward, “You’ll be okay.” He says softly, shadows still around my ankle until I step forward and they retreat back to him. I take a deep breath as Violet eyes meet mine, raking down my body with a grin on his face and it takes every ounce of my being not to fall down on my knees.
Mor sees this and turns, a breathtaking smile lighting up her face as she jumps up, calling my name. The rest of the faces at the table turns to look at us, and I freeze again, until Mor is by me, hugging me tightly.
“I was just about to send a search party.” She says and I laugh, feeling better as she holds me, Azriel greets her before walking over to greet his brothers, just smiling at Amren before he plops down next to Rhysand. Who’s eyes are still looking our way.
“Guys, this is (Y/n), and this is Rhys and Cass.” She smiles while pulling me towards the table.
“Ah, the famous (Y/n).” Cassian smiles, eyes raking down my body again.
“Ah, the famous Illyrian.” I say back, watching his smile grow as I turn to greet Amren. “Girl.” She says, acknowledging me with a nod of her head, then Rhys stands up, holding his hand out to me.
I place my hand in his much larger one and blush as he leans down to kiss my hand, earning a scoff from Cassian and an eye roll from Azriel.
“High Lord.” I say, watching as his eyes light up, a grin spreading again. Mor laughs, pulling me down on the chair next to her. “You can call me Rhysand.” Rhys says, smiling as he sits back down.
“Please, he doesn’t need the ego boost.” Cass mumbles, leaning closer to me, I laugh awkwardly, sitting back slightly as I take in Rita’s. They were busy, and every second Fae I saw were looking at the table, at their High Lord.
“He really doesn’t.” Amren comments, sipping a dark red wine from her glass and I laugh, I really do enjoy her.
“You wound me, brother.” Rhys jokes, placing a hand over his chest as he sits back, eyes slipping back to meet mine. “Some inner circle I have.” He adds, leaning forward to grab his drink.
“Ahh, poor baby.” Mor comments from next to me, handing me a glass of my usual drink. “I got this for you, as an apology.” She says softly, leaning into my side. “Yeah, I was very surprised to see a six foot something gorgeous Illyrian male at my door when I was expecting you.” I smile, leaning into her and she laughs.
The sound brings comfort to me as I settle back into the chair, taking a sip to let the alcohol settle in my bones and relax me further.
“Judging by that smile alone, I would say everything went well?” she asks, still close to me as my eyes slid to Azriel and back to her and I offer her a small nod and a smile. “It was a pleasant surprise.” I add, looking back and swearing he has a small smile tugging on his lips.
“So, (Y/n), I hear you’re studying under Madja.” Rhys asks, pulling my attention back to his, “How is that going?”
I take another drink before leaning forward to place my glass on the table, looking up at the High-Lord only to catch his eyes drifting down to my cleavage that the dress displays.
“Wonderful.” I say, sitting back and meeting his eyes again, “It’s Wonderful learning from such a well-studied and knowledgeable healer.” My smile is soft, seeing the small healer running around, showing me and teaching me with such passion.
Rhys offers a smile, eyes softening, “She’s been our healer for a very long time, she is wonderful. But it is nice seeing fresh faces studying underneath her.” My blush spreads again, “She is brilliant.” Mor says, hand touching mine. “Madja informed me she is one of the best learners she’s seen in some time.” I look at Mor with a soft smile, “She also saved me from a terrible life endangering wound the first day I met her.” I laugh loudly as Mor smiles.
“It was barely a paper cut.” I say, laughing louder. “Don’t mock me, I could’ve died.” She adds dramatically and laughter comes from the others.
She smiles, looking over to me, “She’s right, it was all a scheme to get to know the strange girl that walked into me that morning-”
“We walked into each other.” I correct, reaching for my glass again as she shushes me. “I just knew I needed a friend, and something from that interaction we had just told me we were going to be best friends.” She adds and my heart swells while I smile at her.
“Well, thank you Mor, we definitely needed some fresh beautiful faces to hang out with.” Rhys says, eyes on me as he takes a sip from his drink, “That’s not very nice.” Cass says next to me, “My face is more than beautiful enough.” I laugh, “Tell him.” He adds, looking at Mor and myself for help. I smile, keeping back the desire to coo at his crest fallen face.
“Don’t ask her, she’ll only tell you Amren is the hottest one here.” Mor laughs and I groan, hand landing on my forehead as I blush. I hear surprised laughs, then I look at Amren, a small feline smirk on her mouth.
“She said if she were into females, the first female she’d try with was Amren.” Another groan from me and more surprised laughter, I swear I hear a chuckle from Amren.
“Mor, by the Mother I will never tell you anything again.” I groan, then look at Amren as she clears her throat.
“I’m honoured, but you couldn’t handle me, girl.”
My hand covers my face again as Mor cackles next to me and Cassian’s boisterous laughter fills the space to my right.
“Cauldron boil me.” I say, and that’s how the night began.
First it was another round, then another and another as everyone relaxed at the table, the conversation flowing and the flirtatious nature of the males sticking their heads out.
I noticed it by a brush of Cassian’s arm against mine, then his leg, then his wing softly nudging my shoulder before the alcohol made him completely give up and a few hours later he had his arm on the back of my chair, ignoring any other female that tried to talk to him, fingers lightly brushing the exposed skin on my shoulder, leaning in to talk to me, his warm breath causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin every time he spoke into my ear, telling me how beautiful I looked.
And tipsy me soaked the attention right up.
Second, I noticed soft swirls circling my ankles, lightly brushing up my shin before going back down, eyes meeting Azriel’s as he sat back in his chair, ever the stoic Shadowsinger. I watched, breath held in as his eyes trailed down the front of my dress, then back up to mine, only when he gave me the smallest of smiles and looked away, did I release my breath.
Then, I startled as I felt a caress inside my head, a voice flowing in. ‘Are you enjoying yourself darling?’ I gasped, which was thankfully not noticed by the other inner circle as my eyes shot to Rhys’s, brows furrowed. He had a sweet smile on his face before he looked away again.
‘I must say, whoever made that dress needs a raise, it suits you amazingly.’ I blush, ‘Thank you High Lord- I mean Rhysand.’ I see his shoulders shake with a quick laugh as he looked away, studying the people, his people as they danced and enjoyed themselves, the music now louder, people louder, everything turned up a notch.
‘You should thank Mor, she bought it for me.’ I say, not knowing if he hears me, but by the smile he has as his eyes land on Mor, I know he does.
‘Probably with my money.’ He says, voice teasing. I relax back into the chair, drinking more of the strong cocktail Mor decided on as I make eye contact.
‘Well, then you should thank yourself, Rhysand.’ I said back, sounding much flirtier, and much braver than I was currently feeling. Cass’s hand moved to the back of my neck, curling some of my hair around his finger, tugging slightly as he spoke with Amren, and I had to force myself not to moan out loud at the contact he made.
But I still held eye contact with Rhys, and I watched as his eyes fluttered for a second, ‘That was a pretty sound.’ His voice purred inside my head as he sat forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looked at me, still unnoticed by the people around us.
‘Did you like it when he did that?’ he purrs and I can barely nod my head, can barely concentrate as Cassian’s fingers discreetly wove into the back of my head, through the curls I made there.
‘He’s going to do it again, okay?’ I nod, then see him shaking his head slightly, ‘I need a verbal answer, (Y/n), I need you to speak. Can he do it again?’ his fingers scrape across my skull gently.
‘Yes.’ I barely said it when Cass’s fingers gripped the hair there and then tugged, a little harder than earlier, but hard enough to make my head move slightly, mouth falling open quickly before I can help it, sending a moan down the connection Rhys has on my mind and his eyes darken as he looks at my mouth before I can close it.
‘Good girl.’ He praises as Cass’s fingers hold on to me, massaging my sculp. I blame the alcohol for the way my body reacts to the slight touch, blame the fact that I haven’t been with a male in over a year, blame his damn violet eyes on me, drinking me up completely.
‘Keep looking at me like that and I’m taking you right n-”
I gasp as Mor grabs my hand, tugging me up on wobbly legs, Cass’s hand drops from my hair, Azriel’s shadows retreat back from where they were moving around my legs and Rhys slips out my mind, placing a warm smile on his face as Mor turns to yell “We’re going dancing.” Over the loud music.
I thank the Mother as I follow her on shaking legs, away from those violet eyes and good touches.
Part two
