azriel x reader
summary: reader had been sent on a mission on the continent for weeks, and was going to miss this year’s solstice celebration. rhysand decided that the only way to cure a brooding azriel was a surprise visit home from his mate.
wc: 2.4k
The Inner Circle knew Azriel well enough to tell that he was brooding. On a regular day, most people mistook the spymaster's usual silence for agitation, but his family knew that he simply preferred to listen. His behaviour for the last six weeks however - this had become incessant brooding.
The first two weeks you were gone, he was tolerable. Given your positions in the court, both of you were used to being sent away for brief trips that separated you. You had learned how to cope with small lengths of time away from each other. He had gone about his days as usual; training in the morning with Cassian, and checking in with his spies in the afternoon for any new information.
The next three weeks, he was on edge. It wasn’t uncommon for a mission to stretch on for a month, but the distance definitely wasn’t comfortable. By this point, Azriel had resorted to keeping himself occupied at any given moment - he stayed out all day, and drank at night to keep himself from dwelling on how much he missed having you by his side. It snowed plenty in those weeks, and he had to stop himself from scowling in your absence each time he remembered the way you would light up at the sight of the snow falling outside your window.
By the sixth week, the Inner Circle knew to tread lightly around the male. Everyone around him was abuzz at the spirit of solstice, but the shadowsinger had no holiday spirit. You wouldn’t be returning until just before the new year, and he didn’t feel very festive without you. Mor would ask him what he wanted as a solstice gift, and he simply huffed in response. His brothers had endless smack talk, taunting each other over who would win this year’s snowball fight, but the male stayed silent - he didn’t care about the outcome because he wouldn’t have you there to celebrate his victory.
Azriel did what he could to not put a damper on everyone else’s solstice spirit - he helped decorate the river house to make sure everything was orderly, he bought everyone gifts, and made sure to get Nyx a few noisy toys that would give Rhys a headache. On solstice morning, he got up with his brothers to participate in the annual snowball fight, and he put in as much effort as he could muster. He did enough to put a smile on his family’s faces, but he wasn’t fully present. He wouldn’t be, unless you were there with him.
As evening arrived, the entire family gathered at the river house to eat dinner together, celebrate Feyre’s birthday, and open presents. The group had chosen to open presents first this year - Nyx couldn’t stay awake long enough, so they decided to get the gifts out of the way and enjoy an adult-only dinner when he had been put to bed.
Everyone wanted to see Nyx’s reaction to his gifts, so he opened them first while the others watched. The toddler giggled at the sound of wrapping paper being opened, and Azriel couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face at the child’s glee. You might not have been there, but his heart still felt warm being with the rest of his family. The happiness in the room was contagious, and despite the shadows skittering restlessly around the room, he felt at peace with his family around him.
Rhys shot Azriel an annoyed look as Nyx opened up his final gift; a child’s drum kit that the shadowsinger had purchased with the sole intention of pissing off his brother. Feyre also looked weary as she looked at her son, who was already causing a ruckus with his new toy.
“And to think I got you the best gift you could have asked for, and you punish me with this,” Rhys joked, exasperation in his voice.
Azriel raised an eyebrow. “You got me the best gift I could have asked for? That’s high praise.”
Rhys looked at his brother, a smug smile on his face. “If you can seriously think of any gift you’d like more than what I brought you, I will personally wear a tutu and go out into the streets of Velaris.”
Cassian’s eyebrows shot up at that. “Did you buy him a palace or something, how are you this confident?”
Rhys simply shrugged, to which Azriel narrowed his eyes. “Well let’s see, if you’re so sure.”
Azriel couldn’t even begin to guess what Rhys had bought him. At their age, gift giving was hard - everyone already had every material item they needed, so the holidays were filled with gag gifts, or items that ended up in a drawer unused. The only thing he wanted for solstice was you, and the day had already proven to be lacking in that area.
Rhys stood up and left the room with a mischievous smile on his face, everyone’s eyes trailing him.
“What could he possibly have gotten?” Cassian asked no one in particular, trying to think of what his brother would have wanted as a gift.
Nesta, who was pressed against Cassian’s side, looked to Feyre. “Are you in on this?”
Feyre shook her head, equally as confused as everyone else in the room. “I have no idea what he got any of you.”
Mor, on the other side of the room, crossed her arms. “Well whatever it is, he better have given this much consideration to all of our gifts, it’s no fair if Azriel gets something spectacular and the rest of us get mediocre gifts.”
The High Lord reappeared in the doorway, a small box in his hands. Considering how much Rhys had been boasting about his present, everyone looked skeptically at the size of the box.
“Are there keys to Azriel’s palace in that box?” Cassian muttered, though loud enough for everyone to hear.
Rhys passed the box to Feyre, who handed it off to Azriel, the daemati’s eyes still twinkling with mischief. The box was small and surprisingly light, with a red ribbon tied around it for some festive flair. Azriel looked down at it, mildly afraid of whatever it contained.
“Open it,” Rhys urged, leaning in the doorframe, everyone in the room watching expectantly.
Azriel finally pried his eyes away from his brother, going to untie the ribbon. He took it off gently, and opened the lid of the box to find…
“Gloves?” Mor asked, no doubt surprised that it was - frankly, a quite nice - pair of gloves inside the box. Azriel’s name was stitched into the material, but it was nowhere near the calibre of gift that everyone had begun expecting.
Azriel furrowed his eyebrows together, thinking about how they’d all be seeing Rhys in a tutu very soon. He lifted his gaze to Rhys and started to make the retort when the words died on his tongue.
While everyone had been focused on Azriel unboxing his new gloves, Rhys had moved out of the doorframe. The space where he had stood moments before was occupied by a new figure - one that had Azriel forgetting how to speak. You stood in the doorway, a big smile on your face. Your cheeks were flushed from the cold, and there was a long red ribbon tying your hair back, identical to the one that had been wrapped around his gloves. Rhys had gifted Azriel you, served to him with a bow on top.
It was as if the world outside of the two of you faded away. Azriel’s heart began racing in his chest as the two of you locked eyes and if possible, your smile grew even further.
The Illyrian barely heard his brother say “Happy Solstice”, before he had shot out of his seat and crossed the room so quickly that the others might have thought he winnowed. Within a matter of seconds, he had picked you up in a hug, his face lit up in pure joy. His shadows, which had been moving restlessly around all night finally focused, rushing towards you as quickly as their master had.
“Happy Solstice my love,” you whispered into his ear as he spun you around, and you could feel both of your hearts beating wildly in your chests as your bodies pressed against each other. Your mate finally set you down, and took your head in his hands as he examined your face. He was beaming, and took in every one of your features as if he wanted to never forget any detail about you.
“I’ve missed you more than you can even imagine,” he muttered, finally moving to place his lips on yours. The two of you kissed like two people starved, desperate to make up for time lost in the last six weeks. You had gotten so lost in your reunion that you had forgotten you were in a room filled with family until Amren cleared her throat from across the room.
“So, the brooding’s finally over.”
You peeled yourself away from Azriel, slightly embarrassed, though happier than ever to finally be with your mate once again. Surely enough, the male who usually wore a stoic face like a uniform couldn’t stop looking as if his whole world revolved around you.
“I wasn’t brooding,” he tried to defend himself, though his words contradicted his actions, given that he couldn’t peel his gaze from your face.
Nesta scoffed, “You definitely were.”
Rhys laughed. “Cut them some slack, we’d all be the same if separated from our mates.”
You and Azriel couldn’t even be bothered to nod your agreement as he took your hand and guided you back to where he had been seated. You pressed up against his side, looking at the box of gloves that were now on the floor.
“Nice gloves,” you commented, your head going to rest on Azriel’s shoulder as you took everyone in.
“I can’t tell if this means we’ll still be seeing Rhys in a tutu,” Cassian commented, eyes drifting down to the gloves again.
Your face scrunched up in confusion, having missed that earlier part of the conversation. “A tutu?”
“The gift Rhys was talking about was his wife, not the gloves, idiot,” Mor quipped, “Unless Az really can think of anything he would have wanted more.”
Azriel couldn’t deny it - Rhys was spot on. He had gotten him the one thing he wanted and nothing would beat having the one he loved in his arms after being away for so long. Although… “I can think of one thing.”
Rhys’ eyebrows shot up, and you looked towards your husband, mildly offended that he would suggest that there was something he wanted more than you. “You can?”
“Well, for her to have not left in the first place.”
You rolled your eyes, and Rhys scoffed, leaning back in his chair.
“That’s a technicality and you know it. Given the situation you were in, I got you the best possible gift.” Rhys disputed, crossing his arms with an eye roll.
Azriel smirked at his brother before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah. Unfortunately we’re getting no ballerina Rhys this year.”
For the rest of the evening, you and Azriel were in pure bliss. As your family opened gifts, you and Azriel shared stolen kisses, your hearts alight with joy. Laughter rang out all night, as you indulged in the wine and cracked jokes with your loved ones.
During dinner you stuffed yourself with delicacies, reveling in the family mealtime that you had yearned for every night. You shared stories of what your life had been like on the Continent for the last month, and your family caught you up on all that you had missed.
You and Azriel couldn’t keep your hands off of each other; the spymaster kept one hand on your thigh at all times, and your hand constantly rested on top of his. When either of you needed the spare hand to eat, Azriel’s shadows slithered around your ankles, unwilling to let you go. The others poked fun at it, but they saw how happy the both of you were, and were finally happy to see you back at home.
“We finally conquered Az’s winning streak at the snowball fight this year,” Cassian announced to you as he took a bite of a Feyre's birthday cake, “I took home the victory at last.”
Azriel shook his head as he took a sip of his wine. “I demand a rematch. You only won because I wasn’t in the right state of mind. Now I could kick your ass.”
“So you admit, you were brooding?” Rhys piped up, a taunting gaze shot towards Azriel, which caused you to laugh. “I will admit, it didn’t feel like a fair competition. I’m up for a rematch tomorrow morning.”
“And we’re just nullifying my win? How is that fair?” Cassian complained.
“If you really thought you could win, you should be able to do it even when Azriel isn’t at a disadvantage,” you teased, to which Azriel smiled proudly, bringing your hand to his mouth to place a kiss atop your knuckles.
“Fine, I’ll show you that I can win tomorrow as well,” the general complied, turning his gaze to you, “But Azriel will be at a disadvantage tomorrow as well with how much you’ll wear him out tonight- ow!”
Before Cassian could finish his sentence, Azriel had dealt a swift kick to his brother’s shins under the table, earning small chuckles around the table.
“There’s no chance anyone’s beating me tomorrow. None.” Azriel stated, eyes staring into your own, blazing with a confidence you very rarely saw from the male.
Surely enough, as the snowball fight ended the next morning, the three brothers entered the cabin to greet the girls, who had opted to lounge there for the day. Rhys couldn’t hide the laughter on his face, while Cassian dragged his feet as he walked towards the birchin, pout clear for all to see. Azriel walked in last, a smug smile on his face.
The spymaster reclaimed his winning streak, because when he looked at the cabin and saw you peering out, eyes hopeful and encouraging as you sipped your mug of hot chocolate, there was nothing that could stand in his way. After six long weeks he had you home, and with you by his side, he finally felt the solstice spirit. He was complete at last.
11. Hate Sex
Cassian x Rhysand x f!reader | Double Penetration | 1,920
When hatred runs this deep, the only release is to ruin each other.
12. Corrupt Me
Eris Vanserra x f!reader | Virgin Reader | 1,884
Lessons in sin.
13. Predator & Prey
Poly!Bat Boys x f!reader | Hunting Reader | 1,449
The forest is dark, the hunt is on. Can you run fast enough?
14. Pet Play
Eris Vanserra x f!reader | Boot Worship & Thigh Riding | 1,077
He doesn’t need fire to make you crawl, just a leash.
15. Face Fucking
Rhysand x f!reader | Intense Oral Sex | 712
He says you look prettiest with tears in your eyes and him in your throat.
16. Aphrodisiac Pollen
Azriel x f!reader | Dub-Con & Oversimulation | 841
A mission gone wrong… so wrong.
17. Two Are Better Than One
Cassian x Azriel x f!reader | Threesome | 1,847
Training leaves you breathless and pinned between two Illyrian warriors.
18. Knife Play
Azriel x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
The blade at your throat is cold, but his hand between your thighs is burning.
19. Overstimulation
Lucien x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
Every time you say “enough,” he hears “again.”
20. Nude Modeling
Feyre x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
You’re posed, exposed, and she can’t stop tracing the lines of your body.
21. Wing Play
Cassian x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
You swore you’ll be gentle, but that smile tells a different story.
22. Skinny Dipping
Azriel x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
Dark water, midnight laughter, and a hand pulling you under for more than air.
23. Mating High
Rhysand x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
“Just one more,” he whispers as he thrusts deeper. Of course, he’s lying.
24. Breeding
Azriel x Eris x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
Two rivals, one goal: fill you, claim you, ruin you.
25. Wet Dream
Amren x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
You wake up panting, hands between your thighs.
26. Somnophilia
Azriel x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
You sleep, he watches, and every touch leaves you trembling for more.
27. One Night Stand
Nesta Archeron x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
One night. No rules.
28. Girls Night
Amren x Morrigan x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
Wine, laughter, kisses, and hands that don’t stop wandering.
29. Sensory Deprivation
Cassian x Rhysand x Azriel x Eris x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
When you can’t see, taste, or touch, every sensation is ten times sharper.
30. Thigh Riding
Lucien x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
He loves nothing more than watching you fall apart on his lap.
31. Secret Identity
Rhysand x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
The mask hides who you are, but he’ll never forget what you did to him.
My back slammed into the mat, knocking the breath from my lungs.
Cassian’s laughter echoed through the training ring, low, warm and infuriating.
I groaned, my arms falling limp at my sides as I struggled to breathe.
“You had to have seen that coming,” Azriel said, chuckling.
The sunlight stung my eyes as I blinked up at the sky, chest heaving. I heard the thud of their boots; the ground trembling beneath their steps.
In one motion, I twisted, hooking my leg around Azriel’s and sweeping him off his feet. I pushed to my feet, my fist flying straight for Cassian’s jaw, but he caught my wrist mid-strike. He twisted, and my back collided with his bare chest. My arm bent behind me, with his knife’s blade pressed against my throat.
I struggled against him, heart racing as his deep chuckle vibrated through me.
Azriel rose to his feet, his golden skin glistening with sweat, a smirk forming on his lips as he took in the sight of me pinned against Cassian.
“Cute,” he murmured, his voice laced with something darker.
“You should’ve seen it coming,” I hissed, still struggling in Cassian’s grip.
I could feel Cassian’s breath hot against my ear as he leaned in; his voice sending goosebumps rising on my skin.
“A lot of attitude for someone with a knife at their throat,” he murmured, his grip tightening just enough to make me wince.
I pressed my ass back against him, feeling his cock hard against me.
“A lot of attitude for a man hard against my backside,” I hissed, my voice filled with frustration.
Cassian’s grip twisted harder, forcing a soft, involuntary sound from my throat.
“What can I say?” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Throwing you around gets me going.”
Azriel’s eyes met mine, that infuriating smile tugging at his lips.
“You and that dirty mouth of yours,” Azriel said, stepping closer, his finger tapping the tip of my nose.
“You used to love this dirty mouth,” I bit back, fury burning beneath my skin.
The knife remained pressed against my throat, with Azriel’s lips dangerously close to mine.
“We still do,” Cassian whispered, his voice low.
“We miss you,” Azriel murmured, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face.
Cassian’s grip loosened, my arm softening in his hold.
“Don’t say that,” I whispered.
“It’s the truth,” Cassian said, lowering the knife.
His hands settled at my waist, his touch firm and possessive.
“You know why it ended,” I murmured, a moan leaving my lips, as Cassian's grazed the sensitive spot beneath my ear with his teeth.
“No, we don’t,” Azriel said, his voice filled with something I didn’t want to name. “You refuse to talk about it.”
I shook my head, hands resting on Azriel’s chest, warm and slick, as I tipped my head back, baring my throat to Cassian.
“We couldn’t keep sneaking around,” I lied, my breath trembling.
“That’s not the reason,” Azriel argued, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw.
“Yes,” I lied again, pressing back into Cassian. “It was.”
Azriel’s gaze met Cassian’s, something unspoken passing between them.
Cassian’s grip tightened on my waist.
“You were always a terrible liar,” he murmured.
Cassian’s lips trailed down my throat, his teeth grazing my skin, sending shivers through me.
“It’s the truth. I don’t care about either of you,” I lied, my fingers curling into Azriel’s chest.
Azriel leaned closer, his hand settling at my waist before slowly sliding upward along my ribs.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Cassian murmured, teeth grazing my throat. “Don’t pretend you don’t miss this.”
Azriel’s lips brushed mine, my hands gripping his shoulders, as Cassian’s hands slipped lower.
“We shouldn’t,” I whispered, my voice cracking.
“Scared you’ll catch feelings?” Azriel asked, his eyes scanning my face.
A whimper slipped from me before I could stop it as Cassian continued to trail kisses along my throat, my eyes fluttering shut.
“I’m scared you will,” I breathed, pulling Azriel closer.
Their low chuckles vibrated through me, their hands tightening where they held me.
“Let’s find out,” Azriel murmured, his mouth finally meeting mine.
His kiss was hungry, demanding, his tongue tangling with mine.
Every feeling I’d buried came back, overwhelming and raw. My hand slipped from Azriel to cup Cassian’s cheek, pulling them both closer.
They moved as one, their bodies, mouths, and hands exploring me as if they remembered every inch of me.
It terrified me, the soft sounds slipping from my lips, the way they moved me between them as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“We shouldn’t be doing this—” The words caught in my throat, a familiar knot of fear and longing tightening in my chest.
“God, don’t make us beg,” Cassian murmured, his voice a desperate plea. “We’ve waited too long for this.”
His grip tightened, pulling me back slightly as Azriel’s hand moved to my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek.
The sun blazed down on us, as I stood pressed between the two men I’d loved so deeply, it scared me.
Everything I walked away from because I wanted more than hidden touches. More than hookups that meant nothing with people who meant everything.
“You need this as much as we do,” Azriel said, voice low and steady. “Say it.”
“I need this,” I whispered. “I need you, both of you.”
The moment the words left my lips, they were on me, tearing at my clothes, leaving me bare, their mouths devouring my skin, their hands exploring my body.
I moaned, my hands grasping at their shoulders, as they touched me, felt me, their bodies moving in sync.
Cassian lifted me, his hardness pressing against my core, my legs wrapping around his waist.
“Cass, please,” I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders. “I’ve missed you.”
He thrust into me slowly, his thickness filling me; the stretch burned my body, remembering his size. Azriel’s hands roamed over my body, his lips trailing kisses along my collarbone.
“God, I've missed you, Cass,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts growing harder.
Azriel’s fingers pinched my nipples painfully hard.
“You're so beautiful, taking Cassian,” Azreil whispered in my ear. “I miss watching you.”
My cheeks flushed, but his words only made me wetter. My pussy clenched around Cassian, pathetic and desperate.
“You're such a good girl,” he continued, his thumbs brushing over my painfully hard nipples.
“God, Cass, harder,” I begged, my voice cracking.
He obeyed, his hands bruising my hips as he pounded into me.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Cassian groaned, his voice rough, his hips snapping with brutal force.
Azriel’s hands tightened on my breasts, his fingers merciless.
“You’ve missed this, our cocks stretching you out, haven’t you?” Azriel said, I could hear the smile on his face.
My pussy clenched around Cassian as Azriel’s words cut deep.
“Answer me,” Azriel demanded.
“Yes,” I whimpered, tears falling down my cheeks. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.”
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Cassian growled, his thrusts becoming desperate, his cock buried deep inside me. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, filling me with his heat, his body shaking against mine.
I groaned his name, my second orgasm tearing through me, my body trembling as my walls milked him.
Slowly, Cassian lifted me from his cock, and Azriel’s hands replaced his, guiding me until my legs wrapped around his waist.
His cock lined up to my pussy, still dripping with Cassian’s cum, my sensitive flesh aching for more.
“You always obey so much easier after a good fucking,” Azriel whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
His hips pressing into me, his cock sliding into my swollen pussy. I whimpered, my legs trembling as Azriel shifted, his cock buried deep inside me.
“Please,” I begged.
I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but he knew what I needed. Azriel’s hips rolled, his cock sliding deeper, stretching me, filling me once again.
“Yes,” I moaned, my head falling against his shoulder.
Cassian’s hands found my breasts, his thumb rubbing my nipples.
“God, she’s perfect, Az. So fucking perfect when she’s like this.”
“Yes, she is,” Azriel’s voice was raw. “So fucking perfect.”
I moaned loudly as his thrusts quickened, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over, forcing me closer to the edge.
Cassian’s lips pressed to my forehead, his touch gentle. “That’s it, baby. Take it all.”
Azriel’s thrusts became frantic, his control slipping as he whispered my name.
I screamed, my release tearing through me. Azriel followed, his body trembling against mine as he filled me.
I whimpered as Azreil eased out of me, my breath ragged, my body spent.
“You’re okay, baby,” Azriel murmured, his voice low and steady. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Cassian gathered our clothes in silence, walking beside us as Azriel carried me down the hall toward his room.
Cassian headed straight into the bathroom. I could hear the sound of running water, and steam began to curl gently through the doorway.
Azriel sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers gently combing through my hair.
“Bath’s ready,” Cassian said from the doorway.
Azriel pressed a warm kiss to my temple, guiding me to the bathroom and lowering me into the steaming water.
“You know we love you,” Cassian whispered as he stepped into the water behind me, my head resting against the smooth stone edge.
“You know we miss you,” Azriel added, his hand finding mine beneath the surface. My legs rested over Cassian’s.
“I can’t,” I whispered, my voice cracking.
“Why not?” Cassian asked softly. “Just tell us.”
“Because I love you,” I breathed, looking at the two men I’d never stopped loving. “Because I don’t want to be a secret any longer.”
Silence filled the room.
Azriel’s hand brushed over the back of mine. Cassian reached for me, pushing the wet strands of hair away from my face.
Warnings: nsfw, smut, no foreplay, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, humiliation, explicit language, dub-con, sex pollen, breeding kink, oversimulation, desperation
Very Strong Sexual Themes: dub-con, very intense oversimulation
Word Count: 841
Day 15 | Kinktober Masterlist | Day 17
“Azriel, don’t touch that!” I yelled, my hand reaching towards him, but it was too late.
His fingers brushed the pollen-covered leaves, releasing a cloud of yellow dust.
I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth, but the pollen filled my lungs.
Immediately, my skin began to burn, every nerve alight with a heat that made me tremble.
I gasped, my breath coming in gasps as I stumbled backwards, my body feeling too tight, too sensitive.
Azriel’s fingers froze mid-air, his sharp intake of breath mirroring my own as he realised the pollen’s effect.
It was too late.
I could feel my body responding to the aphrodisiac, my core dripping with need, the wetness coating my underwear.
Azriel tensed, his leathers doing little to conceal the outline of his hardening cock.
A shiver ran through me as I fumbled with the buckles of my leathers, the sound of metal echoing in the stillness of the forest.
“We need to take off our contaminated clothes,” I said, voice cracking.
Azriel’s low growl rumbled through the air, a primal sound that sent shivers down my spine. His cold, unforgiving demeanour cracked, his pupils blown wide with raw desire.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough, almost desperate. “I’m seconds from coming just watching you undress.”
His hands trembled as he fought with his own leathers, his muscles flexing beneath his skin.
Tears glistened in his eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming need.
I felt a flush creep up my neck, warming my cheeks as our eyes met.
I knew what we had to do.
“Take every filthy desire out on me,” I whispered, my voice cracking in embarrassment.
Azriel’s eyes darkened, his gaze intense and hungry.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, his voice low and desperate.
“Please,” I whimpered, as my leathers fell from my shoulders.
He stepped closer.
The scent of the pollen was intoxicating, heightening our senses.
His hands reached for me.
“Make it hurt until it feels good,” I whispered, watching the moment his restraint snapped.
He lunged, slamming me against a tree, his body caging mine.
I felt the heat of his body, and my breath hitched as his mouth crashed down on mine.
The kiss was wild and hungry.
Our tongues tangled, devouring each other.
His hands tore at my clothes, his, mine, discarded and forgotten.
My fingers tangled in his hair as we kissed, vicious and desperate.
His hand squeezed my breasts, his thumb brushing over my painfully hard nipples. I arched into his touch, a cry tearing from my throat as pleasure exploded through me.
I came hard, my body shaking, my nails clawing at his skin.
“God,” he groaned, his lips pressing against my throat.
I could barely form words as he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist, my dripping pussy pressing against his cock.
He rubbed the head of his cock through my soaked folds, smearing pre-cum over my clit in circles.
“Ready for me?” he growled, his voice a dark promise.
I nodded, my body already aching for him.
With a single brutal thrust, and he was buried balls deep, stretching me, filling me. My nails clawed at his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping, the rough bark of the tree biting into my spine.
He hit my cervix with every plunge, the sensation painfully intense, stealing my breath, leaving me desperate for more.
His cock thick and long, hitting every spot deep inside me, while my walls gripped him like a vice.
“God, I am going to fill you,” he growled, his thumb finding my clit.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until I came.
My pussy clamping around him, the feeling was so intense my vision blurred.
My cries were loud, desperate, echoing through the forest.
His groan filled the clearing, his cum filling deep within me, leaking from my pussy.
The pollen wouldn’t let us stop.
His cock stayed hard, buried in me, as he forced my knees higher, folding me double, fucking straight through the aftershocks. The rhythm was relentless, his thrusts deep and punishing, my body convulsing around him.
I clung to him, my body trembling, my mind foggy with pleasure.
The pollen kept us bound, kept us hungry, and I knew this was only the beginning.
Azriel’s breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “I can’t stop, you feel too good.”
His hands tightened on my hips, his grip bruising, and I felt him shift, his cock still buried deep, as he pressed me harder against the tree.
“Don’t,” I whispered, “Don’t stop.”
He pulled out slowly, his cock dragging against my sensitive walls, before slamming back in with a force that made me moan.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. “So tight, so wet. I am going to fill you up. I am going to breed you until you can’t take anymore.”
Summary: He says you look prettiest with tears in your eyes and him in your throat.
Warnings: nsfw, smut, rough foreplay male receiving, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, humiliation, explicit language
Word Count: 712
Day 14 | Kinktober Masterlist | Day 16
Rhys’s hand slid down, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, pulling me against him.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”
I sank to my knees before him, my eyes never leaving his, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I waited for his next command.
“You know what to, baby,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.
I nodded, my hands trembling slightly as I reached out, my fingers brushing the waistband of his pants. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, my hands shaking as I slowly undid it.
His cock sprang free hard, the tip pink already dripping with pre cum.
I swallowed, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him, of having him fill my mouth.
My hands reached for him, fingers closing around his cock, my thumb brushing the swollen head.
He hissed, his head falling back in pleasure.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. “Now, suck it.”
I leaned forward, my lips brushing the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. He tasted like sin, like desire, and I moaned, the sound vibrating against him as I took him into my mouth.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently as I took more of him, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
His grip on my hair tightened, his fingers guiding me, urging me to take him deeper.
“Fuck, yes,” Rhys growled. “That’s it. Take it all.”
I did, my lips sliding down his length until the head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.
I gagged slightly, my eyes watering, my hands resting on his thighs. His grip on my hair tightened, his fingers holding me in place as he began to thrust, his movements steady and deep.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice rough. “Take it. All of it.”
His hips snapped forward, and I gagged around him, my throat tightening as he filled my mouth.
Tears began to stream down my cheeks, saliva dripping from my lips as I struggled to breathe, to take him as deeply.
“Open those pretty eyes,” he commanded. “I want to watch you as I fuck your mouth.”
I obeyed, my eyes fluttering open, my gaze locking onto his.
He pulled out nearly the whole way, the tip of his cock brushing my lips before he thrust back in, hitting the back of my throat once more.
I gagged, my hands gripping his thighs as I stared up at him, my mouth too full to speak.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hands moving to my face, holding me in place as his thrusts quickened. “Take it all. Show me how much you want it.”
I relaxed my throat, letting him slide deeper, my eyes never leaving his.
His grip on my face tightened, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he fucked my mouth, his cock sliding in and out with a wet, sucking sound.
“You can take it,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving mine. “Be a good girl and take it, let me use you.”
I felt his balls tighten, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate.
His grip on my face tightened, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he fucked my mouth, his cock sliding deep, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust.
My eyes closed as I tried to keep up, to take him as he needed.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, his voice firm. “Look at me.”
I obeyed, my eyes locking onto his, my throat working around him. His lips parted as he groaned, his muscles flexed with each thrust.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—”
His body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing in my mouth.
His cum was hot, thick, filling my mouth. I swallowed, my eyes locked onto his, my throat, as I took every drop of his release.
He pulled out, his cock slipping from my lips with a wet pop.
I stared up at him, my lips swollen, saliva dripping from my chin.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft. “You took it all.”
His hand reached out, wiping the saliva from my chin, his thumb brushing my lips.
I knelt on the cold stone floor of Eris’s study, my head bowed, the collar pressing against my throat. The leather was unforgiving, a constant reminder of my place, my purpose.
The leash was tight in his hand, a promise of control, of ownership.
My body trembled, shame and desire twisting within me as my thighs glistened with wetness, the bruises on my knees aching.
I was his pet, his toy.
My pussy throbbed, my heart pounding as I waited, obedient and broken.
The room was dimly lit, with only the flickering candles on the desk casting shadows on the stone walls. The silence was deafening, only broken by the sound of an occasional pen scratching on paper as Eris wrote.
I could feel his gaze on me every so often, intense and unyielding, as if he could see straight through to my soul, as if he could see every twisted desire.
I shifted just enough to ease the ache between my thighs. The movement was subtle, but he noticed.
Of course, he noticed.
That was my first mistake.
His deep voice cut through the silence.
“Pet.”
The word was a warning, a reminder of my place.
I froze, my head still bowed, realising I had messed up. My thighs pressed together as the ache between them deepened, relentless and mocking.
“You’re a fucking mess,” he growled, disgust lacing his words. “On your knees, dripping wet, begging for my attention, and you can’t even follow simple commands. Pathetic.”
His boot slid across the floor, brushing my knee and sending shivers up my spine. The leather felt cool against my skin, contrasting with the burning ache between my legs.
I am a mess, a pathetic, desperate creature, and he knew it.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I obeyed, lifting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with a mix of anger and desire that made my stomach twist into knots.
“Such a pretty girl,” he smirked. “My little pet, collared and leashed, waiting for her master’s command. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
I nodded, silent and desperate.
I was his, body and soul, and that terrified me.
“Bark,” he commanded.
I did.
His lips curled, amusement twisting into something darker, as though my obedience repulsed him. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that sends shivers down my spine.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” he said, my body burning with every word. “I want to fucking break you. You’re mine to use, mine to control. My property.”
I nod again, my eyes dropping to the floor, unable to meet his gaze.
Mistake number two.
“Say it,” he demanded, his grip tightening on the leash, the collar biting into my neck.
“I am yours, Master,” I whispered, feeding his ego.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand brushing my cheek.
I leaned into his touch, craving it, but he pulled away, leaning back, his grip on the leash firm.
His boot nudged my legs apart, a silent command.
I obeyed, breath uneven, my thighs parted, the cold air kissed my exposed skin, and I shivered, my nipples hardening.
His eyes darkened as my body reacted, his smirk widening.
“So eager to please, so desperate to be used. It’s pathetic, really,” he says, his voice low.
His words send a fresh wave of shame through me, and I bite my lip, fighting the urge to shift beneath his gaze.
“You know what to do, pet,” he said, his voice mockingly gentle as his boot slid closer, his eyes flickering to the black leather.
My breath hitched as I crawled forward, the cold stone biting into my knees, my hands shaking as I reached for his boot. The leather is smooth under my fingertips, and I press my lips to it, kissing it reverently, my tongue tracing the seams.
I could feel his eyes on me, watching, judging, as I submit, as I worship him. My pussy clenched, wetness soaking my inner thighs, as my mouth continued, my tongue licking it until it shone.
“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval, the leash tugging tighter.
A whimper escaped my lips, a sound of need and desperation.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm.
I sat back on my heels, meeting his gaze as he shifted in his chair, patting his knee.
“Come sit,” he said.
I rose from the floor, my knees trembling as I slid onto his lap. His hand came to my jaw, tilting my head, his fingers brushing the collar he had made for me.
A symbol of his ownership, and in this moment, I am his, completely and utterly his.
“You’re going to cum on my thigh and show me how much of a good girl you can be,” he said, his hands resting firmly on my hips.
I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering closed as his hands guided me, setting a slow, deliberate pace. I began to grind against his thigh, the rough fabric of his trousers providing just enough friction to send sparks of pleasure through my body.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Keep going.”
My pussy was dripping, my wetness staining his trousers. My breath came in short gasps, my moans muffled against his neck.
“You’re such a good girl,” he praised, his voice laced with amusement.
My hips moved faster, my body desperate for the release he’d been withholding from me all day. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my throat to his lips.
He whispered. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, master,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “I am yours.”
His other hand slid down my body, tracing the curve of my body before sliding lower.
I moaned, my hips bucking against his thigh, chasing the friction, needing more.
“Cum for me, pet,” he whispered, his grip tightening on my hips.
I obeyed, my orgasm ripping through me like a wildfire, my pussy clenching around his thigh, my cries echoing off the walls.
I ground against him, the waves of pleasure overwhelming, my body shaking as he held me firmly in place.
“Such a needy little pet,” he murmured, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Always so eager to please, to be used.”
As my body trembled in the aftermath, I rested my head on his shoulder, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Bend over my desk,” he murmured, his hands gripped my ass painfully hard.
Summary: The forest is dark, the hunt is on. Can you run fast enough?
Warnings: nsfw, smut, rough sex, teasing, unprotected sex, foreplay/oral female and male receiving, group scene, foursome MMMF, voyerism, bdsm, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, no aftercare
Word Count: 1,449
Day 12 | Kinktober Masterlist | Day 14
I stumble through the pitch-black house, my heart pounding frantically against my ribs. My fingers press against the cold stone as I desperately try to find the exit.
Azriel’s shadows curled around my ankles, as if promising capture, wrapping around my calves like chains.
Rhys’s magic thickened the darkness, making it suffocating, alive, as if the air was watching my escape.
Cassian’s footsteps echo from upstairs, sending shivers down my spine.
Their voices, filled with anticipation, echoed the countdown.
“1… 2… 3…”
My breath quickened, my stomach already twisting with the thrill of the hunt.
I’d begged for this game.
The rules are simple: if I reach the lake before being caught, they are mine to ruin, free use of them and their bodies.
Fail, and I am theirs, to tease, to taunt, to fuck until I beg for mercy.
My fingers tighten around the handle of the front door, the metal cold against my skin as their countdown continues.
“8… 9… 10…”
There was a second of complete silence, and I twisted the handle.
Then, their voices hissed through the darkness.
“Run.”
I pulled open the door, the night air kissed my burning skin, and I ran into the darkness.
My bare feet hit the damp earth, and every step echoed through the silent forest. The air was cold and sharp in my lungs, each breath louder than the next.
Shadows stretched between the trees, their limbs twisting and reaching as if the forest itself wanted to catch me.
The roots of ancient trees stretched out, trying to capture me, while the vines clawed at my ankles.
I ran.
I didn’t look back; I just kept running.
I could hear the sound of wings curling through the air above the treetops.
Then came the laughter.
Low and familiar.
Rhys.
He was taunting me.
I knew I had no chance.
I knew.
Still, I ran harder, faster. Pushing through branches, climbing over logs, and weaving between trees.
My muscles burned, my lungs screamed, and my feet were cut and raw.
Then I heard it, the distant sound of water.
The lake.
Just a little further, and they were mine.
Mine to take, mine to tease and taunt till they begged for mercy.
Visions flood my mind: the three of them bound, helpless, their cocks hard, mouths pleading for my touch.
I was close.
The lake came into view, only a few meters away.
A shadow slammed into the earth, and the mountain trembled beneath me. I stumbled, falling into the undergrowth, leaves and twigs scratching at my skin.
Cassian.
The surrounding forest glowed red from his siphons, as I curled into the shadows, my heart pounding, my breath uneven.
I press my hand to my mouth, silencing my gasping breaths.
As he stepped forward, his boots echoed through the silent forest. He stopped just beyond the tree and with a single powerful motion of his wings, took flight.
Silence fell over the forest once again.
I rose, slow, trembling, turning back toward the lake.
I was so close.
I took a step, then another, toward the moonlit water.
As my foot steps on a branch, the sound of it snapping echoes through the quiet, shattering the stillness.
I sprint, the silver reflection of the lake glowing in the moonlight.
Shadows began to curl around my limbs, my waist, my mouth, tightening like a noose.
I force myself forward. I was so close, only a few steps away.
Shadows curled at the edge of my vision, swirling and coiling around my limbs, my waist, slowing me down.
I forced myself forward, desperate.
Before I could reach the cleaning, hands caught me from behind, strong, unyielding.
A calloused hand tight around my mouth and my waist. My feet barely touched the ground as I was pulled back against a solid chest.
Two dark figures stepped out before me, blocking the moonlight.
Cassian. Azriel.
Their eyes sparked, amused and victorious.
Behind me, Rhys’s voice filled my ear.
“Got you.”
Rhys’s chest presses into my back, his cock hard against me, his breath hot against my throat.
“Time to claim our prize,” Cassian murmured, his head tilted as if analysing my fear. “The effort was sweet, but you were never going to escape us.”
The smile on his lips made my stomach twist.
Rhys’s hand left my mouth only for him to tangle his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my throat.
I couldn’t suppress the gasp that left my lips, as pain shot through my scalp.
“Such a pretty little thing,” Azriel murmured as he stepped closer, voice low and amused. “Running and hiding like a frightened doe.”
His mouth moved down my throat, his tongue tracing a path that made my breath hitch. His shadow tightened around my limbs.
Cassian’s lips pressed against mine. I tasted him, my body betrayed me as I melted into his touch, despite my mind’s protests.
“You’re going to take everything we give you,” Rhys said in my ear, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “Aren’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
I couldn’t.
My throat was dry, my body trembling as Rhys’s hand slid down my waist, his fingers tearing away my dress.
Leaving me bare, exposed to the night air and their hungry gazes.
Azriel’s shadows pulled me to the soft grass by the lake. The moonlit water shimmered, a reminder of my own prize I wouldn’t get to claim.
Their hands mapped my body, rough and relentless.
Azriel’s fingers twisted my nipples, his shadows holding me open, vulnerable.
I gasped as pain and pleasure twisted together, my body arching against my will.
Cassian’s lips trailed down my body, his teeth leaving bruises that would serve as a reminder of this night. Rhys’s hand slid between my thighs, his fingers pressing against my dripping pussy.
I gasped, my body arching.
“You’re always so fucking ready for us.” Rhys groaned, his voice thick with desire.
“Spread your legs for us,” Azriel commanded.
I obeyed.
Rhys’s fingers slid inside me, embarrassingly easy and deep, filling me in a way that made me moan loudly. Azriel’s shadows curled tight around me, holding me open and exposed despite my weak protests.
Azriel’s fingers twisted and pinched my nipples, and Cassian’s lips trailed down my body. His teeth grazed my skin, leaving marks that would inevitably bruise.
His favourite way of claiming me.
I gasped, my body trembling on the edge, my moans echoing through the trees.
Rhys’s tongue teased my clit, a slow, deliberate stroke that made me whimper, while Azriel’s fingers tormented my sensitive nipples.
I squirmed in their grasp, my release building, as I clench around Rhys’s fingers, as the shadows held me open and wide for their use.
“God,” I moaned, my voice raw and desperate. “Please—”
My body arched as Rhys’s tongue quickened, his fingers curling deeper, hitting that spot that made me see stars.
I came harder.
My toes curled, a scream tearing from my throat as their laughter filled the air, mocking and delighted by my undoing.
Rhys pulled away, and Cassian opened his mouth, sucking his High Lord’s fingers clean of me.
My heart pounded in my chest, my body still trembling, as Azriel’s hand roughly gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“You’re such a mess,” Azriel murmured, his voice dripping with amusement.
He reached forward, plucking a few leaves from my hair, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down at me.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said.
Their hands guiding me to my knees, Azriel’s fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my head back as he stroked his aching cock.
“Time for my reward,” he whispered, his voice a promise.
I hesitated, my body trembling, but there was no choice.
My lips wrapped around him, my tongue swirling as I took him deep. Cassian’s cock pressed against my dripping pussy, filling me completely with a single thrust.
I moaned around Azriel’s thickness, the sensation overwhelming, my body stretched, used.
Rhys watched from the shadows, his hand stroking his cock, his eyes dark with desire.
“You really thought you could win,” he taunted. “You really thought you wouldn’t be used like a slut.”
Azriel forced me deeper onto his cock, tears streaming down my face, as I tried not to gag. My hand reached for Rhys’s cock, my body clenching around Cassian, my moans muffled.
Rhys smiled, guiding my hand up and down his shaft. “That’s it, take all of us. Show us how good you are.”
The moonlight glinted off the lake, the shadows curling tighter, their cocks pounding into me relentlessly.
My body was theirs, a toy for their pleasure.
Cassian’s thrusts deepened, his cocks filling me, stretching me.
Azriel’s fingers tightened in my hair, forcing me deeper, my hand tightening around Rhys’s, my pussy clenching around Cassian.
I gaged, my body shaking, as they continued to fuck me, use me.
Their grunts filled the air as the stars burned bright above.
I knew that this was only the beginning of their victory.
Eris’s fingers slid over my waist as his hands mapped the curves of my body for the first time.
His eyes scanned over my body with a hunger I had never seen before.
My hands clenched into fists, my knuckles turning white as I tried to stop myself from trembling.
The cool night air kissed over my skin while the Autumn heat radiated from his skin as he circled me like a starved predator.
Eris stopped behind me, his chest pressed to my back, his breath hot on my neck.
“You want me to teach you how to please a man?” he whispered, his voice laced with amusement and something darker, something that made my knees weak.
His fingers trailed up my spine, slow and deliberate.
My voice cracked with shame as I finally admitted, “Yes.”
Eris chuckled, low and dark, his fingers pausing at the base of my neck.
“You’ve never been with anyone,” he murmured, his tone mocking.
I shook my head, my hands clenching at my sides, my cheeks burning as his touch lingered.
I could feel his eyes on me, calculating, as if he were calculating the cost of what I was asking.
“Then let’s begin your first lesson,” he said. His voice sent a shiver down my spine.
I could feel his chest against my back, the warmth of his breath on my ear as he whispered, “Pleasure.”
His fingers tugged on the zipper of my dress, and the sound of it coming undone filled the room.
My skin is prickling with anticipation.
Eris’s mouth pressed to the back of my throat, my breath hitched as he kissed a trail down my neck, his lips and teeth grazing my skin.
I shivered, letting out a shaky breath. I tilted my head, allowing Eris access to the sensitive line of my throat. His hands slowly moved lower, before sliding up my sides, a soft sigh left my lips.
“You’re trembling,” he whispered as his mouth pressed soft kisses to my shoulder. “Are you scared?”
I shook my head; my body told him everything he needed to know.
I was filled with desire and fear.
“I trust you,” I whispered, the words foreign on my tongue.
Eris’s breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “I am going to take care of you, I promise.”
He stepped back slowly, goosebumps forming over my skin as my dress slipped away, leaving me nearly bare before him.
My eyes shut tight as I heard a chuckle leave Eris’s lips.
My cheeks burned a deeper crimson, and embarrassment washed over me.
I was seconds away from pulling up my dress and leaving, telling Eris to forget this whole thing.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Eris said, voice cut through me. “How have you never been with a man, never been touched?”
I stepped out of my dress, leaving me only in the lingerie that I had picked for this night.
Deep red, lace and now I was sure that my face matched the colour.
“Come here,” Eris said firmly.
I turned slowly, looking towards Ers, where he now stood at the foot of the bed.
A smile that had formed on his face was something I had never seen before.
Pure entertainment and joy.
A look that nearly made me cringe.
His eyes flickered over my body as he gestured for me to come closer.
I stopped before him, nearly chest to chest.
“So beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with need. “So untouched, so innocent.”
I looked down, my hands curled into tighter fists, my nails leaving half moons in my palms.
“Did you choose this for me?” he asked, his finger slowly sliding off the strap of my bra from my shoulder.
I nodded, my gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet his eyes.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I am honoured that you chose me to ruin you.”
Slowly, his fingers trailed over my shoulder, over my chest, before his fingers lifted my chin to meet his gaze.
My breath came in short gasps as he smiled down at me, before he leaned closer, his lips nearly touching mine.
“Have you ever been kissed?” He asked, and I shook my head.
My eyes closed slowly as I felt Eris smile, and his lips found mine, a kiss so soft that my body trembled in his grasp.
He pulled away only to scan my eyes and trembling lips before he kissed me again, this time deep and hungry.
“Touch me,” he whispered against my lips, his hands guiding mine to his chest, my fingers twisting in the fabric.
His hand cupped my jaw as he deepened his kiss, his tongue licking over my lips.
“Part your lips,” he whispered, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip, “Use your tongue to taste mine, flow the rhythm.”
I nodded as he pulled me in for another kiss.
My lips parted, my body melting into his as I followed the rhythm he set for us.
His hands touched me, guiding me where he wanted me to touch and hold, while his free hand wandered, mapping every inch of me.
“Good,” he whispered, as he pulled away slightly.
Slowly pulling me to his bed, my back pressing against his soft blankets.
Eris’s breath was warm against my skin as he trailed kisses down my throat, his teeth grazing my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
My heart raced as his fingers tugged away my bra, exposing my chest to him.
I rested my trembling hands on his shoulders as his mouth closed around my nipple, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing, forcing soft moans from my lips.
His lips were like flames, burning over my skin. His other hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple as he sucked and nipped.
I arched into him, my breath shallow. He groaned as my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
Slowly, he made his way down my body, leaving burning kisses down my stomach until he knelt at the edge of the bed, my thighs on either side of his head.
“Oh god,” he moaned, his grip tightening on my thighs.
His amber eyes gleamed with desire as he looked up at me.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I hesitated, my fingers twisting in the blankets, embarrassment flooding me, but I slowly parted my legs, my breath hitching as his eyes dropped to my core.
His thumb brushed over the damp lace of my panties, and I squirmed, but his hands kept me in place.
“So wet,” he murmured. “So ready for me.”
Slowly, he slid the lace down my legs, and I felt a twist of fear in my stomach.
Eris groaned, a sound of awe, as he shifted, positioning himself between my legs.
My mouth opened to protest, but his tongue licked over me, and a moan unlike any other left my lips.
His tongue tasted me, his fingers pressing against my entrance, and my body arched into him, pleasure flooding me.
He teased me, his lips sucking my clit, sending pleasure through me. Moans left my lips in incoherent pleas as his finger slid into me.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned against my clit. “So fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel you around me.”
My body arched into his touch as his fingers slowly slid into me, stretching, filling, as I moaned.
A strange twisting sensation deep in my stomach made me clench around him, and stars flooded my vision as my body trembled.
He pulled me through the high before I fell slack against the blankets.
Eris rose, his nose and chin glistening, his eyes scanning over me with hunger that made my breath catch.
His lips curved into a smirk as he began to undo his shirt, the lines of his muscles glinting in the firelight.
I shifted onto my elbows, watching him unbuckle his belt, his movements slow, deliberate, his gaze never leaving mine.
My heart pounded as his trousers slid down, revealing his thick, hard cock.
My breath hitched at the sight, and I whispered, “Eris, I don’t think that will fit.”
His hand slid down his length, and his hunger shifted to amusement, a sweet smile forming on his lips.
“I promise it’ll fit,” he said, a small grin on his handsome face.
He leaned down, cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek. “I promise, I’ll be gentle.”
I nodded slowly, spreading my legs for him to slide between them.
His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded, my heart racing.
He slowly pressed into me, his eyes fixed on mine, filling me, stretching me. His cock was thick, so thick I thought I might split apart.
Eris moaned, his muscles flexing as I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel incredible.”
My eyes squeezed shut, the pain easing to pleasure as I trembled beneath him.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” he whispered, his voice rough, thick with restraint.
“I am ready,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
Eris pressed a kiss to my forehead, beginning to move, pulling halfway out before thrusting all the way back in.
A soft, breathy moan left my lips as I felt every inch of him, his cock filling me completely.
“Faster,” I whimpered, my eyes flickering open as his hands tightened on my hips.
He quickened his pace, the bed creaking in rhythm with his relentless thrusts. The air was thick with the sounds of our pleasure, our moans and gasps filling the room.
Eris’s eyes burned as he looked down at me, his lips parted, breath coming in short gasps.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “So fucking good.”
I moaned, my head falling back as he thrust into me.
My hands gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I met his thrusts, my body moving with his.
The pace quickened, our breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Eris’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounded into me, his cock pressing deep.
I cried out, as pleasure built.
“Eris,” I moaned, my voice a plea. “I’m close.”
He growled, his eyes burning with desire.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a rough whisper. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”
His words sent me over the edge, pleasure exploding through me like a wildfire. I cried out, my body shaking as I came.
Eris thrust into me one last time, his body stiffening as he groaned, as he spilled deep inside me.
We lay there, breathless, our hearts pounding, as he slowly pulled out of me, his cock slipping from my body.
His arms wrapped around me, immediately, pulling me close.
“You’re okay,” he whispered, his lips brushing my forehead.
We lay in silence for a moment, his fingers trailing soft patterns on my skin.
“Next lesson, I’ll show you how to give a blow job,” he murmurs, his voice filled with amusement.
My cheeks flushed red once again as I buried my face against his chest.
The ballroom was too bright, too loud, and far too full of Fae who thought themselves important.
I leaned against a pillar, my amber gown flickering like firelight under the chandeliers, my wine glass half-empty.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him cutting through the crowd, the winged brute that could only belong to Rhys.
Cassian.
The Night Court’s obedient hound.
I didn’t turn when he stopped beside me. He stood close enough that the scent of leather and steel drowned out the perfume and wine.
I lifted my glass, pretending to be interested in the dancers, all their fake smiles and forced laughter spinning in endless circles.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Cassian said, voice thick with amusement. “I thought your prince would prefer to handle his own diplomacy.”
I forced my best political smile, the one that didn’t reach my eyes.
“My lord is occupied tonight,” I said, my voice overly sweet. “He sends his regards.”
Cassian’s mouth curved into a grin, amusement flickering in his hazel eyes.
“I bet he does. Must sting, though, being left to play emissary while your prince hides behind his title, taking all the glory.”
I turned then, slow, deliberate, my gaze dragging up his body, expensive Night Court finery stretched over muscle.
He looked like a battlefield made of flesh, and I hated that my throat tightened when I met his eyes.
“You’re awfully bold for someone who fetches when called,” I said, voice cold and flat.
“Bold?” His smirk deepened. “No, sweetheart. Honest. You don’t like it here any more than I do, but at least I’m not pretending.”
“I don’t pretend,” I hissed.
He chuckled under his breath.
“No? Then stop staring at me like you want to find out what a bastard feels like.”
The words hit, sharp and unexpected. My mask cracked, and his grin turned wicked when he saw it.
“Watch yourself,” I whispered.
He leaned in, his eyes flicking to my mouth. I turned before I could say or do something I’d regret.
“Enjoy your night, bastard,” I muttered, walking away.
“Stop with the flattery, sweetheart,” he called after me, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I finished my wine, setting the empty glass down with more force than I meant to.
My heart was still pounding as I made my way toward a group of courtiers and emissaries, forcing my usual smile back into place.
Before I reached them, a man stepped in front of me.
I almost ran into him.
“I didn’t get to see you when you first arrived,” came the voice I’d been trying to avoid.
Rhysand.
High Lord of the Night Court.
My body went still, his magic brushing over my skin like cold smoke. I forced myself to bow, my chin lowering in submission.
“Please, Y/N,” he said, amused. “We’re well past formalities, especially after you called my general a bastard. Besides…”
His eyes glinted with amusement.
“We both know formality was never your strength when it came to me.”
My stomach twisted, and the words made my blood run cold.
I straightened, meeting his gaze.
“I see you haven’t changed,” I said.
“Neither have you,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You’re exactly as I remember, fire wrapped in silk and a tongue sharp enough to draw blood.”
“I don’t remember you complaining,” I said, before I could stop myself.
His eyes darkened, and for a moment, the ballroom seemed to shrink around us.
“No, I remember you screaming my name.”
My breath caught, and he smiled like he’d just won a game I didn’t know we were playing.
“A dance,” he said, extending a hand, “It would be rude to refuse your host, wouldn’t it?”
I hesitated, every instinct screaming at me to turn and run. Every instinct told me to refuse, but refusing Rhys in his own court wasn’t an option.
So I slipped my hand into his.
His fingers closed around mine, and that touch was enough to make my stomach twist.
“Good girl,” he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear.
The words made my cheeks burn.
He led me toward the centre of the ballroom, the music slowing. My breath caught as his hand found the small of my back, pulling me closer, my chest pressed against his.
“Tell me,” he said quietly, lips brushing my ear, “is this what Eris trains his emissaries for? To seduce their hosts and insult their generals?”
I forced a soft, sweet laugh. “From what I recall, it was your general who started it.”
His hand slid down my spine, and I shivered, his magic tightening around me.
We moved together, every step I took, he mirrored. Every breath I drew, he seemed to steal. His magic pressed against my skin, curling and pulling at my thoughts like invisible threads.
“I can see why Eris keeps you close,” he murmured. “He always hides the ones who burn too brightly.”
“Don’t speak about my lord,” I snapped before I could stop myself, my steps faltering, my hand tightening in his.
“Always so protective,” Rhys whispered, pulling me closer still, his lips grazing my ear. “He sees you as a pretty fae to do his bidding. We see you as something far more intriguing.”
My heart raced, and the tips of my fingers began to burn with Autumn heat.
“You don’t know my relationship with Eris,” I said, voice low, trembling as his hand slid lower to the curve of my ass.
“No, I don’t,” he murmured. “But the desire I smell from you has nothing to do with Autumn’s heir.”
I stopped completely, my grip on his hand tightening until my knuckles turned white.
“He was right,” I sneered, all court politeness gone as I ripped my hand from his. “This court is filled with brutes and bastards, and the Night Court’s own High Lord is a manipulative, overgrown ba—”
Before I could finish, his lips crashed onto mine, silencing me.
The world spun, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me against him, and my fingers tangled in his shirt, dragging him down to me.
The music, the crowd, all of it vanished beneath the burn of his mouth.
For a moment, I forgot where I was, forgot the politics, the danger, forgot everything but the feel of his lips on mine and the way his magic wrapped around me.
He started to pull away, but I caught him by the collar, my fingers tangling in his hair as my mouth found his again.
I was burning, hotter and hotter, as I pulled him closer.
He kissed me harder, held me tighter, until I was a breath away from pulling him down to the ballroom floor.
This was bad.
This was wrong.
Not here, not in the middle of a ballroom full of Fae who would already be whispering my sins back to the Autumn Court.
When he broke the kiss, his lips still brushing mine, the words slipped out before I could stop them.
“I want you, and the general,” I whispered against his mouth, the words reckless and desperate.
Rhys’s laughter was low and dark against my mouth, curling down my spine like smoke. Darkness rose around us, swallowing the golden light.
In the next heartbeat, the ballroom vanished, replaced by the chill and silence of a dark corridor.
My back hit something warm. Hands slid around my waist.
A breath brushed my ear, and I shivered as Rhys’s mouth trailed down my throat.
My head fell back, straight into another chest.
Cassian’s chuckle vibrating against my skin, sending the familiar burn of desire through me.
“You called for me, sweetheart,” he murmured.
His hands slid lower, pulling me tighter against his hardening cock.
I couldn’t suppress the breathy moan that escaped my lips as Rhys’s mouth trailed down my throat, his teeth grazing my skin.
My head fell back, resting against Cassian’s chest, his hands roamed higher, his touch relentless, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, my breasts.
“You really wanna know what a bastard feels like, huh?” Cassian growled, his grip tightening, his breath hot against my ear.
I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought, but my body betrayed me, my mouth pressed against Cassian’s, my toes barely touching the ground as Rhys’s hands tore at my gown.
The fabric Eris had gifted me fell to the floor. Leaving me exposed, vulnerable, and achingly aware of their eyes on me.
The three of us stumbled further into the corridor, the shadows curling around us.
Clothes discarded. My hands fumbled with Cassian’s trousers, my fingers trembling as I freed his cock, thick and heavy.
Rhys’s hardness pressed against my back, his breath ghosting my neck, his hands roaming my bare skin. I felt his lips press against my throat, his teeth biting sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Cassian’s hands gripped my thighs, lifting me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, our naked bodies pressing together.
“She’s dripping for us,” Cassian taunted.
Their laughter echoed through the hall, their cocks throbbing against my skin.
Cassian’s hands tightened on my ass, his cock pressing against my entrance. He thrust into me, his cock filling me, stretching me.
I moaned, my head falling back, my hands gripping his shoulders, my body adjusting to his size.
Rhys’s hands moved to my ass, his fingers circling my tight hole, prepping me with a slow, deliberate movement that made me whimper.
“Imagine what Eris would think,” Cassian said, his voice filled with humour, “knowing his emissary is getting fucked in both holes by the men he hates most.”
The words sent heat rushing to my cheeks, shame twisting through me, but still I clenched around him.
I let out a breathy groan as Rhys’s cock slid into me, stretching me, filling me, his groan hot in my ear.
I was full.
So full.
My body trembling, my mind blank except for the overwhelming sensation of them.
Cassian’s thrusts quickened, his hips snapping against mine, his hands bruising my hips as he held me tight.
“Fuck, you take it so well,” he growled, his voice rough with need, his cock pounding into me.
“Harder,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Please, harder.”
Their rhythm became frantic, their cocks pounding into me, stretching me, claiming me.
Rhys’s hands guided me, his breath rough against my neck as he thrust into my ass, his cock pushing into my tight hole with a force that made me scream.
The music from the ballroom was a reminder of the reality beyond this corridor, but all I could focus on was the way they filled me, the way their bodies moved against mine.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Cassian moaned. “I’m gonna fill you to the brim.”
His grip tightened, his thrusts desperate, his hot seed spilling into me, filling me with his cum.
“The more I fuck you, the better you feel,” Rhys groaned.
His cock pressed deeper before filling my ass. I screamed, my body shattering around them, my orgasm tearing through me till I saw stars.
I was limp in their arms, my mind a blur of pleasure, their cocks still buried deep inside me.
“Next time,” Rhys said, his breath hot on my skin, “we’ll make him watch.”
Summary: You wanted to make them jealous, and now you’ll face the punishment.
Warnings: nsfw, smut, rough sex, teasing, unprotected sex, foreplay/oral female and male receiving, group scene, foursome, bdsm, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, no aftercare, explicit language
Word Count: 728
Day 8 | Kinktober Masterlist | Day 10
Azriel’s shadows tightened around my wrists, his breath warm against my ear.
“You let him touch you,” he hissed, his voice sent shivers down my spine.
“I didn’t—” I started, my voice cracking.
Cassian was already on his knees between my legs, his hands holding me open, his tongue flicking against my clit.
“Cass,” I moaned, my body already betraying my desire as his fingers slid embarrassingly easy into my dripping pussy.
I could feel my wetness coating him, my walls clenching around his fingers as they began to move. The sound of my wetness filled the room, a filthy noise that made my cheeks burn with shame.
Rhys’s deep chuckle echoed through the room, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched Cassian devour me.
“You were flirting with him on purpose,” Rhys taunted, watching as my head fell back, my body struggling against the shadows that held me open and exposed.
My breath hitched as Cassian’s fingers continued to stretch me, his mouth sucking and licking.
“I’m close—” I gasped, my legs trembling.
Cassian’s tongue quickened, his fingers curling me deeper, faster, pushing me over the edge. I clenched around his fingers as I shattered, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm, but he didn’t stop.
Three of his thick fingers slid into me, stretching me further, his tongue ruthlessly teasing my oversensitive clit.
“Please, I can’t—” I begged, my voice breaking as my walls tightened around him, as I came again.
I went limp, my head falling forward, my breath ragged as Cassian finally pulled away, his fingers leaving me.
“You wanted to flirt with another man,” Rhy’s said, stepping closer. “This will remind you who you belong to.”
Before I could protest, Cassian’s mouth was on me again, his fingers plunging deep, his tongue pressing against my clit.
I came instantly, my third orgasm, my screams echoing off the walls.
Azriel stepped forward, his rough hands gripping my jaw, forcing me to meet his cold gaze.
“You’re ours,” he growled, his nose brushing mine. “And if we need to fuck you all night to remind you of that, we will.”
His words sent a jolt of fear and desire through me, my body trembling in his grip.
Rhys replaced Cassian between my legs, his fingers sliding into me, slower and crueller, as Cassian’s teeth grazed my nipple, his hands pinching and bruising my breasts, his mouth leaving marks along my skin.
“I wasn’t flirting,” I whimpered.
Azriel thumb grazed my jaw as he mocked me, “Yes, you were. You wanted us jealous.”
Rhys’s pace quickened, Cassian’s touch becoming rougher, more demanding, my body on fire as pleasure turned to pain.
“Fine, yes,” I gasped, “Yes, I was flirting with him. I wanted to make you jealous.”
My cries filled the room as I came again, every nerve alive, the shadows falling away as I sank to my knees, the rough carpet biting into my skin.
“At least you finally admitted it,” Azriel said, smirking down at me.
Azriel stepped in front of me, his belt already undone, his cock thick and leaking precum.
“Suck it,” he commanded, his voice rough, his hand on the back of my head left no room for me to argue.
I opened my mouth, taking his cock. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as he thrust into my mouth, his hips snapping forward with a force that made me gag.
Rhys chuckled; the sound made me cringe as drool left my lips.
“You let a man touch you, flirt with you, all because you wanted to fuck us,” he said, his voice cruel as Azriel’s hands tightened in my hair, forcing himself deeper into my throat.
“You could have just asked,” he added, as I groaned around Azriel’s cock, struggling to breathe.
Azriel laughed, burying my face to the base of his shaft, before he came, forcing his bitter, hot cum down my throat.
I gagged, tears stinging my eyes, my nails digging into his calves.
When he finally released me, I collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath while staring up at the three men towering over me.
“Were not done yet, angel,” Cassian murmured, his hand gripping my hair as he pulled me to my feet.
Summary: He knows exactly how good you look, and he wants you to see it too.
Warnings: nsfw, smut, manipulation, dom/sub dynamic, spanking, degradation, humiliation, no aftercare, intense sexual scene, explicit language
Word Count: 386
Day 7 | Kinktober Masterlist | Day 9
I braced myself, fingers twisting into the sheets. His thrusts were brutal, relentless, each one stealing the breath from my lungs and leaving me a trembling mess.
A groan escaped my mouth, muffled by the pillow I’d bitten down on, desperate to stifle the cries. I didn’t need to fuel his arrogance any more than I already had; he knew exactly how to break me.
How to turn me into a whimpering, screaming wreck.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted, his voice rough.
Cassian’s hands gripped my hips, fingers bruising my skin, as he pulled my hips back to meet his. One of his hands tangled in my hair, yanking me up from the bed.
I gasped as my face lifted from the sheets.
“Open those eyes. Look at yourself, look at how fucking wrecked you are,” he growled.
I forced my eyes open, the mirror at the end of the bed showing me every detail.
There I was, on all fours, tears in my eyes, mouth parted. My hair was a mess, sticking to my skin, as I was held in place by his grip.
The angle was perfect; I could see him behind me, his tan skin glistening with sweat, his hazel eyes gleaming, as he smirked at me through the mirror.
His hand slapped my ass, the sting sharp against my skin, as he pushed my face back into the sheets.
His thrusts grew harder, deeper, merciless.
The pain twisted into pleasure as he hit the spot again and again, the same spot that had me swearing, grunting, a mess of pain and pleasure.
“Fuck, I don’t know how you’re still so tight after everything I’ve done to you,” he growled.
The mirror reflected it all, the way our bodies moved in perfect, filthy sin.
Cassan wanted me to see it.
To own it.
My body was spread, bruised from his pounding, my pussy dripping as his thick cock stretched me, filled me, and I could feel every inch of him.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he growled, his voice a warning, a promise.
I whimpered, my body clenching around him, desperate to keep him deep inside.
“That’s it,” he moaned as he thrust into me, his cum slicking my thighs. “Look at yourself being used.”
11. Hate Sex
Cassian x Rhysand x f!reader | Double Penetration | 1,920
When hatred runs this deep, the only release is to ruin each other.
12. Corrupt Me
Eris Vanserra x f!reader | Virgin Reader | 1,884
Lessons in sin.
13. Predator & Prey
Poly!Bat Boys x f!reader | Hunting Reader | 1,449
The forest is dark, the hunt is on. Can you run fast enough?
14. Pet Play
Eris Vanserra x f!reader | Boot Worship & Thigh Riding | 1,077
He doesn’t need fire to make you crawl, just a leash.
15. Face Fucking
Rhysand x f!reader | Intense Oral Sex | 712
He says you look prettiest with tears in your eyes and him in your throat.
16. Aphrodisiac Pollen
Azriel x f!reader | Dub-Con & Oversimulation | 841
A mission gone wrong… so wrong.
17. Two Are Better Than One
Cassian x Azriel x f!reader | Threesome | 1,847
Training leaves you breathless and pinned between two Illyrian warriors.
18. Knife Play
Azriel x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
The blade at your throat is cold, but his hand between your thighs is burning.
19. Overstimulation
Lucien x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
Every time you say “enough,” he hears “again.”
20. Nude Modeling
Feyre x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
You’re posed, exposed, and she can’t stop tracing the lines of your body.
21. Wing Play
Cassian x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
You swore you’ll be gentle, but that smile tells a different story.
22. Skinny Dipping
Azriel x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
Dark water, midnight laughter, and a hand pulling you under for more than air.
23. Mating High
Rhysand x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
“Just one more,” he whispers as he thrusts deeper. Of course, he’s lying.
24. Breeding
Azriel x Eris x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
Two rivals, one goal: fill you, claim you, ruin you.
25. Wet Dream
Amren x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
You wake up panting, hands between your thighs.
26. Somnophilia
Azriel x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
You sleep, he watches, and every touch leaves you trembling for more.
27. One Night Stand
Nesta Archeron x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
One night. No rules.
28. Girls Night
Amren x Morrigan x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
Wine, laughter, kisses, and hands that don’t stop wandering.
29. Sensory Deprivation
Cassian x Rhysand x Azriel x Eris x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
When you can’t see, taste, or touch, every sensation is ten times sharper.
30. Thigh Riding
Lucien x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
He loves nothing more than watching you fall apart on his lap.
31. Secret Identity
Rhysand x f!reader | One-Shot | Kinktober
The mask hides who you are, but he’ll never forget what you did to him.
Summary: Reader is a bit oblivious to Cassian’s flirtations, so Cassian has to go the extra mile to prove he truly wants her.
Warnings: Cassian probably makes some suggestive jokes somewhere in here, but it’s all fluff! :)
4.6k words.
"I brought coffee," I announce as I step into the studio's warm embrace, the door swinging shut behind me to keep the morning chill at bay. I balance the two cups in one hand, the other cradling the new set of paints Feyre had asked me to pick up this morning.
"Back here!" Feyre's voice carries from the storage room, muffled slightly by the rustling of cardboard.
I follow the sound, stepping into the small back area where she's surrounded by half-unpacked boxes. She exhales in relief as she rushes up to me, taking her coffee with eager hands.
"You're a lifesaver," she groans, lifting the steaming cup to her lips. "Thank you."
I set the paints down, glancing at the boxes. "I thought the shipments were too heavy to unload?"
Feyre hums around her coffee, eyes twinkling. "Oh, I had help—"
Before she can finish, a figure stalks through the doorway, his presence effortlessly filling the space. A box—one that Feyre and I together had struggled to move—rests in his arms like it weighs nothing.
"This should be the last one," the male says, setting it down with casual ease.
His voice is deep, rough-edged in a way that demands attention. I take in the broad cut of his shoulders, the way his wings shift behind him, arching slightly as he straightens. And then I see his face—hazel eyes rich as molten gold, a scar cutting through his dark brow, and a mouth curled into an easy, knowing smile. He's ruggedly handsome, but not in that delicate, ethereal way most High Fae are. No, he's something else entirely—something solid, real.
"Help from Cassian," Feyre finishes, amusement lacing her tone.
The name stiles me immediately, and I was a fool for not immediately putting it together the second I saw him. Cassian. Lord of Bloodshed.
He turns his gaze to me, openly assessing, and I take the opportunity to do the same. There's something about the way he looks at me, like he's mapping every detail—filing it away for later.
"I didn't know we'd have company," I say, forcing my focus back to the present. "I would've brought another coffee."
Cassian huffs a soft laugh. "Oh, no need. I've been up for hours." His voice carries the same warmth as his grin, rough yet inviting. "But that's a kind gesture."
I nod, offering a small smile in return.
"I don't believe you two have officially met," Feyre chimes in, shifting her attention between us. "Cass, this is my very talented friend. She keeps this place running."
"She gives me too much credit," I say, shaking my head.
Cassian, however, tilts his head, his expression unreadable. "I doubt that." The certainty in his tone knocks something loose in my chest.
"This is Cassian," Feyre continues, grinning. "Rhys' brother and the best guy to call for lifting heavy things."
Cassian makes a sound of protest. "Don't forget hilarious, intelligent, devastatingly handsome—I mean, the list goes on."
I huff a quiet laugh as he extends his hand.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Cassian." I smile as I take his hand.
His fingers close around mine, warm and calloused, his grip firm but not overwhelming.
"Likewise, sweetheart." His smirk deepens, and before I can pull away, his thumb brushes ever so slightly over the back of my hand—a touch so fleeting, so deliberate, that I almost convince myself I imagined it. Then he winks, a quick, knowing thing, before finally releasing me.
I swallow, ignoring the odd flutter in my stomach. I've heard the stories from Feyre, how when she originally arrived in the night court she may as well have ended up with Cassian with his relentless flirting. He's joking, I remind myself. That's just how he is.
Cassian dusts his hands off on his leathers before flashing me an easy grin. "You must be the one keeping Feyre sane around here."
I huff a quiet laugh, setting down the paints. "I do my best. But she keeps me busy."
"She does that," he muses, glancing at Feyre. "Though I didn't realize she had such a beautiful assistant."
I blink at him, caught off guard. "Oh—I'm not really her assistant. More like a glorified errand runner."
Feyre scoffs. "That is not true."
Cassian's gaze flicks back to me, assessing. "You're an artist too, then?"
I nod while shucking off my winter coat and hanging it on the back of a chair. "That's the idea."
His grin widens. "Now I'm definitely going to start hanging around more. I could use a few painting tips."
Feyre snorts. "You paint?"
"Not yet," he says, unbothered. "But I'm a fast learner. And I've always appreciated a good work of art."
Something about the way he says it, about the way his hazel eyes flick over me like he's taking his time, makes my stomach flutter.
But before I can respond, he flashes me a smirk, turning back to Feyre. "Anyway, mission accomplished. Boxes are in, and I fully expect my reward."
"Which is?" Feyre asks dryly.
Cassian smirks. "Your eternal gratitude. And maybe a good bottle of whiskey, if Rhys is feeling generous."
Feyre rolls her eyes, but I can't help my smile.
"How about next time we need your help, you'll be the first one we call?" I suggest, noticing Feyre's playful disinterest in rewarding him for being a good friend.
Cassian grins like I've just made his day. "Oh, sweetheart. You can call me anytime."
His voice drops just enough to send an odd warmth curling through my stomach. But before I can overthink it, he turns toward the door.
Cassian turns slightly, glancing at me and Feyre. "I'll be seeing you around, hopefully." He directs at me. "See you for dinner, Feyre."
And just like that, he's gone, leaving only the scent of wind and cracking embers in his wake.
I shake my head, amused, as I turn back to Feyre—only to find her already watching me over the rim of her coffee cup.
"What?"
She only smirks, taking a slow sip. "Nothing."
I frown but brush it off, reaching for the new paints.
Cassian was just being friendly. That's all.
Right?
—
From that moment on, Cassian made every excuse to come to the studio. Half the time, he didn't even bother with a valid reason—just threw out a casual "I was in town" when, in reality, he always was. Velaris wasn't nearly as big as he made it out to be.
The bell above the door rang, and I didn't need to look up to know whose footsteps were approaching behind me.
"Is that supposed to be a bird?" Cassian mused, leaning over my shoulder.
I scoffed, shoving his face away. "It's a dog, and you know it."
He chuckled, easily dodging my half-hearted push and settling right back beside me. "Mmm. If you say so." His wings rustled as he peered at my work again, this time with something softer in his expression. "It's amazing, sweetheart. You're so damn talented."
The sincerity in his voice made my stomach flutter. I tilted my head back to look up at him, caught off guard by the rare note of awe in his tone.
That awe melted into something else—something warm and teasing—as he placed both hands on my shoulders and started kneading gently.
I nearly groaned on the spot. "Gods, you're perfect at that." I exhaled, practically melting under his touch.
Cassian hummed, his thumbs working expertly over the knots in my shoulders.
I sighed blissfully, rolling my shoulders into his hands. "You should've been a healer."
He chuckled, his breath fanning against my ear. "I'd rather just take care of you, sweetheart."
I smiled, tilting my head further into his touch, completely missing the way his fingers stilled for a beat before continuing their slow, deliberate strokes.
"You really are tense," he murmured, pressing into the tight muscles just beneath my neck. "Is this what happens when you spend all day hunched over, painting little dogs that look like birds?"
I smacked his arm lightly. "If you're going to insult my work, at least pretend to be subtle about it."
"Who said anything about insulting?" His thumbs dug in a little deeper, his voice dropping just enough to make my skin heat. "I love watching you work. All focused, biting your lip, completely lost in it."
I wrinkled my nose. "That makes me sound like some kind of absent-minded hermit."
Cassian grinned. "A very cute absent-minded hermit."
I rolled my eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Cassian."
"That's funny because I feel like it's getting me everywhere," he mused, his hands still kneading at my shoulders. "You're practically purring."
"I am not purring," I argued, though I made no move to stop him.
"Cassian, stop distracting my employees!" Feyre's voice rang from the back room, laced with exasperation.
Cassian smirked, straightening up from where he'd been massaging my shoulders. "Employee," he corrected with a lazy grin. "And I'm motivating her."
I rolled my eyes, but the warmth of his hands still lingered on my skin, a phantom pressure I refused to dwell on.
He chuckled, stepping back, stretching in that way that made every muscle in his absurdly broad body flex just enough to be noticed. His wings flared slightly, shifting behind him like an afterthought before he shot me another smirk. "I'll let you get back to it, sweetheart." Then, with a slow tilt of his head—"Unless you'd rather take a break and let me keep working these magic hands?"
My breath caught for half a second before I forced myself to scoff. "No," I said, ignoring the small blush creeping up my neck. "But... could I ask you a favor?"
Cassian perked up instantly, arms folding over his chest. "Anything, gorgeous."
I hesitated, suddenly second-guessing myself, but forged ahead. "I need to paint an anatomical feature I've been studying. I have a few reference images, but..." I swallowed, glancing at his wings. "I was hoping I could use you as a live model?"
His brows lifted, hazel eyes gleaming with intrigue. "My wings?"
I nodded. "Your wings are far more magnificent than the sketches in my book."
The moment the words left my mouth, I realized how they sounded—how appreciative they were—and my face went hot.
Cassian, of course, took full advantage. His wings stretched slightly as if preening under the attention. "You just trying to get me shirtless, sweetheart?"
A very unhelpful image flashed in my head—of him, shirtless, all sculpted muscle and golden skin, wings fanned out behind him in the studio's soft light.
"No!" I blurted, before catching myself. "I mean—it's just for the wings."
Cassian barked a laugh, shaking his head. "Only teasing, sweetheart. I'd love to."
I exhaled in relief. "Good. Are you free tomorrow?"
He tilted his head, grinning. "I'm here whenever you want me."
Something about the way he said it made my stomach flip.
I bit my lower lip slightly, nodding. "Thank you."
"I wouldn't thank me so fast," he mused, gaze flicking to me with unmistakable mischief. "You owe me after this."
I narrowed my eyes. "Owe you what?"
Cassian made a show of looking away, tapping his chin as though deep in thought. "Haven't decided yet," he hummed, lips twitching. "But don't worry, sweetheart. I'll think of something."
I huffed, waving him off. "Go bother someone else, Cassian."
He gave a dramatic bow, smirk firmly in place. "As you wish."
And with that, he sauntered off, wings twitching ever so slightly as he disappeared into the back of the studio—leaving Feyre standing there, watching me, amusement dancing in her eyes.
I turned back to my canvas, heat still prickling my skin.
—
I wasn't nervous.
There was no reason to be nervous.
It was just a painting. Just a model session. Nothing different from the dozens I'd done before.
Except, of course, this time the model was Cassian. And he was currently standing in the doorway of the studio, a lazy, devastatingly handsome grin on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Told you I'd be here whenever you wanted me."
I cleared my throat, turning away quickly to gather my supplies. "Yes, well, I'd rather not have students knocking over easels trying to get a look at you, so we're setting up in the back."
He let out a low chuckle as he followed me. "What, afraid they'll get distracted?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, but I know you will."
"Fair point."
Once we stepped into the back room—where there were no prying eyes or interruptions—I pointed to the stool in the center of the space. "Sit there, facing away from me."
Cassian obeyed, but not before flashing me a smirk. "Getting bossy already?"
I ignored him, busying myself with setting up my canvas. "You can take off your shirt now."
"Damn, sweetheart—at least buy me dinner first."
I froze mid-motion, whipping my head around. "That's not—I didn't—"
Cassian just laughed, reaching over his shoulder to grab the back of his collar. In one smooth motion, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto a nearby table.
I regretted looking.
Because Mother above.
Cassian was made of solid muscle—thick, powerful shoulders, his back broad and sculpted as if the Cauldron had taken extra care in crafting every ridge, every dip, every inch of him. His wings, folded neatly against his back, only added to the sheer size of him.
I swallowed hard, thankful beyond belief that he was facing away.
"You good back there?" Cassian teased.
"I'm fine," I said, maybe a little too quickly.
I turned my attention to his wings. The pose needed to be just right—relaxed but natural, something that would emphasize their power without looking stiff or unnatural. I stepped forward, lifting my hands, then hesitated.
"Can I touch?" I asked softly, if there was one thing I learned from studying Illyrian anatomy it's that their wings were sensitive, sacred.
Cassian went still.
For a moment, there was silence. Then—so quiet I almost missed it—his breath hitched.
When he spoke again, his voice was different. Lower. "Yeah, sweetheart. Go ahead.
I exhaled slowly before pressing my fingertips to the strong, leathery membrane of his wing. Warmth radiated from him, the muscle beneath my touch twitching slightly as I carefully adjusted his positioning.
It was... exhilarating, in a way. To be granted access to something so personal.
I stepped back to assess the placement. "Are they too heavy to hold like that?"
Cassian laughed. "That's adorable."
I frowned. "What?"
"Sweetheart, these wings have carried me through battle, through storms, through the Illyrian mountains at full speed. I think I can manage to hold them still for a few hours."
I huffed. "Fine. But will you be able to sit still?"
That earned me another chuckle, this one softer. "Guess we'll find out, won't we?"
I shook my head and finally picked up my pencil, settling in front of my canvas.
"Alright," I murmured to myself, letting my nerves melt away as I focused on the work ahead. "Let's begin."
The soft scratch of pencil against canvas filled the room, steady, rhythmic—an anchor keeping me grounded as I worked.
I started with the shape of his wings, mapping out their vast expanse, the way they framed his body like an extension of his very presence. The leather stretched taut over powerful muscle, lined with delicate veins and faint, nearly imperceptible scars.
I shouldn't have been staring so intently.
I shouldn't have been so utterly captivated by every detail of him.
And yet, as I let my pencil glide over the page, shaping the curve of his shoulder blades, the slope of his spine, the corded muscles of his back... I couldn't stop.
He's just a model. Just another subject.
Then why did my fingers tremble slightly when I shaded the deep ridges of his scars? Why did my chest tighten at the thought of what he must have endured to earn them?
Cassian shifted slightly, flexing his shoulders, his wings twitching.
I snapped out of my daze, scowling. "Sit still."
He huffed a laugh. "I don't think I've ever sat this still in my entire life."
I hummed in response, refocusing. Carefully, I traced the lines of his back, the contours of muscle that spoke of centuries of battle, of training, of dedication. My gaze flicked up to his wings again, and a quiet sigh escaped me.
"What's that sound for?" he asked, the amusement clear in his voice.
I hesitated, then admitted, "They really are beautiful, you know."
Cassian stilled for a fraction of a second before letting out a soft chuckle. "Careful, sweetheart. Keep saying things like that and I might start thinking you actually like having me here."
I rolled my eyes. "You act like I don't."
Silence.
A pause, just long enough to make my stomach flutter with uncertainty.
Then, "Good. I like being here."
I pressed my lips together, pretending that warmth hadn't bloomed in my chest at his words. Pretending that I wasn't getting lost in the strong, elegant lines of his body.
I dipped my brush into the paint, moving on from the sketch to the first careful strokes of color.
Cassian's voice broke through the quiet. "You know, if you wanted a full anatomy study, you could've just asked."
I blinked, pulling back slightly. "...What?"
He turned his head just enough to smirk at me over his shoulder. "You're painting my back, too, aren't you?"
My cheeks heated. "Well—yes, but—"
"Seems unfair to only get half the view."
I huffed. "I don't need the full view, Cassian."
His smirk deepened. "That's a shame. I'd be a very cooperative model."
I nearly choked on air. "Just—shut up and sit still."
He laughed, the sound warm and rich, settling in my bones.
I shouldn't have been enjoying this so much.
I shouldn't have been admiring the golden-brown glow of his skin, the way the light cast soft shadows over the planes of his back. I shouldn't have let my eyes linger on the scars that marred him—proof of all he had endured, of everything he had survived.
And I certainly shouldn't have wished that all his teasing, all his flirtation, was anything more than just casual banter.
Cassian was like this with everyone.
Wasn't he?
I was not going to let Cassian distract me.
Even if he was currently sprawled in front of me, shirtless, his wings stretched just so, his body the most stunning thing I'd ever painted.
Even if his words curled around me like smoke, warm and teasing, making my thoughts race in ways they shouldn't.
I swallowed hard and turned my attention back to the canvas, forcing myself to focus.
I just had to finish the painting.
And ignore the way my heart had begun to beat just a little too fast.
The rhythmic strokes of my brush filled the quiet space, punctuated only by the occasional scrape of bristles against canvas and the steady sound of Cassian's breathing.
Nearly an hour has passed, and to his credit, he'd been holding still remarkably well. Mostly.
"You're awfully quiet back there, sweetheart," Cassian mused, his voice carrying just the hint of a smirk. "Not getting bored, are you?"
I huffed, dipping my brush into a deeper shade of pigment. "I'm working, Cassian."
"I am your work right now."
I rolled my eyes. "And you're a very high-maintenance subject."
Cassian chuckled. "I prefer engaging. You should be thanking me, really. Keeps things from getting dull."
I let out a soft laugh despite myself. "You're half-naked in front of me, Cassian. Things aren't exactly dull."
Silence.
A beat too long.
I froze as I realized what I'd just said.
Cassian's wings twitched. Then, "Well, well."
I groaned. "Forget I said that."
"Oh, absolutely not." He turned his head slightly, just enough for me to catch the smug curve of his lips. "You just admitted to being entertained by me. I'm savoring this moment."
"I said forget it."
"Nope. It's mine now."
I sighed, glaring at the canvas like it had personally wronged me.
Cassian chuckled again but thankfully let it drop, settling back into his position.
A few minutes passed in something almost resembling peace. I worked on layering in the first washes of color, the warm tones of his skin against the deeper hues of his wings.
Then—"So, do I get a say in how I'm portrayed?"
I lifted a brow. "Are you worried about artistic liberties?"
"A little."
I fought back a smile. "I could make you look very dramatic, if that's what you're asking. Add some storm clouds in the background. Maybe a tragic tear rolling down your face."
Cassian snorted. "As tempting as that sounds, I'd rather not be mistaken for some brooding, tortured soul."
I hummed. "That is Azriel's aesthetic."
"Exactly. We can't both have it."
"I don't know," I mused. "I think it could work. Maybe a single candle for dramatic lighting—"
"Absolutely not."
I grinned, but before I could make another remark, Cassian stretched, his wings flexing slightly before tucking back into place. The movement was so fluid, so casual—so utterly him.
I quickly went in with another light sketch, wanting to capture the way his muscles moved, the effortless strength in his frame.
"You still with me back there?" he teased, amusement lacing his voice.
"Yes, Cassian. Some of us are capable of focusing."
"Some of us just don't need to focus that hard to admire what's in front of us."
I frowned slightly, not quite catching his meaning. "What?"
He chuckled. "Nothing, sweetheart."
I shook my head, deciding not to press it.
"Alright," I finally said, leaning back to study my work. "I have the basics down. You can put your shirt back on now."
Cassian made a low, exaggerated noise of disappointment. "Damn. And here I was hoping you'd need me to pose for a few more hours."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't sound too heartbroken. I will be making you sit for another session later."
His grin was wicked. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
"Shut up and put your shirt on, Cassian."
He laughed, grabbing his discarded shirt—but the knowing look in his eyes told me that he'd be holding onto this moment for a long time.
And for some reason, I didn't mind one bit.
—
Cassian came in for many sessions after that.
I probably could've finished the painting on my own after the first few sittings, but he insisted I get all the colors right, all the details perfect. And, well... I wasn't exactly going to complain about having him shirtless in front of me for hours on end.
So, day after day, he showed up, sauntering into the studio with that insufferable smirk, stretching his wings like he owned the place. And I let him, indulged him—indulged myself—until the painting was finally finished, until there was no reason for him to sit for me anymore.
The thought left a strange hollowness in my chest, but I ignored it, focusing instead on adding the final highlights to his wings.
Cassian shifted in his seat, rolling his shoulders.
I glanced up. "Getting restless?"
He grinned. "You gonna keep me trapped here all day, sweetheart?"
I smirked. "You're free to go anytime." I glanced at the painting. "But you'd be leaving unfinished art behind, and that would just be tragic."
Even though all I had left to add was a small, near-invisible highlight, I liked the idea of keeping him there just a little longer.
Cassian chuckled, shaking his head. "Fine, fine. I'll sit still for you a little longer."
Something in the way he said it—for you—sent a ripple of warmth through me, but I shoved it aside. I exhaled, finally setting my brush down.
"Alright," I said, stretching my arms. "You're officially free."
Cassian groaned dramatically, standing and rolling his neck. "Finally." He grabbed his shirt, but instead of putting it on, he slung it over his shoulder, turning toward me with that insufferable smirk. "Is it done?"
I turned the easel slightly toward him.
It was hard to admire my own work. After staring at it for so long in every unfinished form, I wasn't sure if I loved it or if I just loved the image I had painted. But I could say I was proud of it. That was enough.
Cassian stepped closer, blinking at the still-wet canvas. His brows lifted, his mouth parted slightly. He didn't speak, didn't crack a joke, didn't smirk like he usually did.
I shifted under his gaze. "Well?"
He inhaled, slow. "Sweetheart..." He sounded almost reverent. "It's... it's beautiful."
A laugh bubbled from my lips. "You're only saying that because it's you I painted."
"No—I mean, I am beautiful, but this is... magnificent." His voice was softer than usual, quieter.
Something flickered in his eyes as he turned toward me, something warm and fond. It was enough to make my stomach flip.
I swallowed. "Thanks, Cass."
His grin returned. "Proud of yourself?"
I nodded, offering a small smile. "Yeah. I am."
His wings twitched. "Good. You should be."
A comfortable silence settled between us for a moment, the weight of his words pressing into me in a way I wasn't sure how to handle.
Then Cassian cleared his throat, stretching his arms over his head. "Now that it's finished..."
Something about the way he said it sent a prickle of anticipation down my spine.
He grinned. "...About my favor?"
I groaned. "You actually kept track of that?"
Cassian scoffed. "Sweetheart, I'd never forget a promise like that." He crossed his arms over his broad chest, eyeing me like he was scheming. "And I know exactly what I want."
A slow, lazy smirk curled his lips.
And for some reason, my stomach flipped all over again.
I raised a brow, waiting.
Cassian took a step forward. Then another.
My stomach flipped. "Okay?"
"I want you to go out with me."
I blinked. "What?"
His smirk deepened. "That's my favor. You and me. A date."
I stared at him, sure I'd misheard. "You're joking."
"Nope."
My heart did something strange, something uneven, and I let out a short, breathy laugh. "Cassian, you flirt with everyone."
"Not like this." His voice was quieter now. Steady.
I swallowed. "But—you're just messing with me. You've been messing with me this whole time."
Cassian sighed, running a hand down his face. "Gods, you're impossible." Before I could react, he stepped closer, hands coming up to cup my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks.
My breath hitched.
"Sweetheart," he murmured, tilting my chin up slightly. "Listen to me. I have not spent weeks finding every excuse under the sun to come here, sitting shirtless for hours just so you'd look at me, calling in a whole-ass favor just to take you out—just to mess with you."
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
Cassian's thumbs brushed against my skin again, his hazel eyes locked on mine. "I like you. I want you. And I swear to the Gods, if I have to spell it out anymore, I'm going to start carving it into the damn walls."
I let out a breathless laugh, my face burning. "You're serious."
His lips curled. "Took you long enough."
I exhaled, shaking my head slightly. "I—"
"Just say yes, sweetheart," he murmured, voice teasing, but there was something else in his gaze—something warm, something steady. Something real.
I swallowed hard. Yes."
Cassian grinned. "Good choice."
His hands lingered on my face for just a second longer before he pulled back, grabbing his shirt off his shoulder and throwing it on. He shot me one last smirk as he backed toward the door.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow after your class."
And with that, he was gone, leaving me standing there—heart racing, mind spinning, trying to process the fact that Cassian had actually just asked me out.
That all this time, he hadn't been messing with me at all.
Feyre was going to laugh at me for not catching on sooner when I tell her.
thinking about cassian with a shy mate who doesn't know how to react to causal intimacy 🥹
This is such a cute idea here’s a little phone drabble (meaning I’m writing it on my phone in bed lol)!!
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“What about this one?” Cassian boomed, his voice bouncing off the walls of the tiny decor shop.
You winced slightly, but your smile overtook the expression. “That one’s nice. Pretty colors.”
Cassian hummed, examining the vase with a subtle pride. “Would look good by the bed.”
You bit into your cheek as your face heated at his insinuation—that it wasn’t just your bed. It was “the bed.” That you shared more often than not.
You and Cassian hadn’t been mated very long; only a few months at most, but the Illyrian was very comfortable with you. And you were trying to mirror his enthusiasm, but you got timid at times. Not timid in your love for him, but… shy. Maybe a bit embarrassed after living so long being the meek thing at the back of a bookshop.
“C’mere,” Cassian teased, yanking you forward with his arm around your shoulder. You had missed the way he was looking at you—all fond and adoring as you fiddled with your fingers and thought about too many things. Cassian pressed a rough kiss to your temple. “My girl’s always in her head.”
Somehow, your face got even hotter. You softly pushed into his chest, but Cassian was unrelenting. His sound of protest made you giggle.
“Not getting rid of me that easily,” he spoke into your ear.
“Cass, it’s tiny in here. The staff will see you. And your wings are going to knock everything over, you big animal,” you chastised, but his incessant kisses over your cheeks were making it difficult for the words to come out clearly.
Cassian only hushed you. “Come on, let me hold you a little. We spent all day with Rhys and Feyre and you won’t even let me hold your hand in front of them.”
“I get embarrassed.”
“Mm I know. It’s okay.” Cassian brushed your hair back and smiled when he caught the full sight of you. “We’ll work on it.”
“You mean I’ll just have to learn to get over it?”
Your mate laughed, sliding his hands down to your hips and guiding you out of the store. You didn’t miss the knowing look the store owner shot you on the way out. You were going to melt into a puddle.
“No, never,” Cassian mocked-offense. He reached down for your hand as you took to the streets. “But you can’t blame me for holding you. I’ll never learn to get over having my mate.”
