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I will admit, I tried to comeback before I was ready and then just shoved myself further back... tbh, I lost my spark, I still don't know if I have it back
And it was really affecting my writing, so I couldn't even edit and publish the omegaverse week stuff cause everything felt so horrible. I've been trying really hard, and I did still get loads of ideas, but I couldn't put them to words. I think I might be healing again, cause lately I've been WANTING to write again.
For a moment I thought I'd fallen out of love w writing, but it's honestly one of the only things that brings me peace. One of the reasons I keep moving forward is, genuinely, who will write my stories if not me?
I feel like I just keep thanking people whenever I post, but thank you all for not leaving in my quiet time away, even if I'd actually fully disappeared.
I SWEAR I WILL GET BACK ON MY BULLSHIT IF THAT'S THE LAST THING I DO. Love y'all <3
Summary: When the three-way mating bond snapped for Feysand with you, a young single mother picking up your son from his painting class, they understood how two alphas could be mated together. You were their full completion, something they'd never let you forget.
Cw: Fluff
Rhysand's part
Sitting in Feyre's lap was your favourite place to be. You sighed softly as she rested her chin on your shoulder, hands snaked around you to paint delicate brushstrokes across the canvas. The sun was shining overhead as you sat in her art studio.
As Feyre worked, her free hand absently traced patterns along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. The gentle touch, combined with the soothing rhythm of her breath against your skin, lulled you into a state of tranquillity. Lost in the peacefulness of the moment, you found yourself swaying slightly.
Lost in this blissful daze, you felt Feyre's lips brush against your temple, a tender gesture of affection. A soft sigh escaped her, and you could sense the love and adoration emanating from her very being. In this serene setting, surrounded by the vibrant colours of her latest masterpiece, you knew you were exactly where you belonged—in Feyre's arms, basking in the warmth of her presence.
As Feyre's fingers continued their hypnotic dance along your arm, you felt your eyelids growing heavy, lost in her otherworldly scent. The vibrant colours of the paintings on the walls began to blur together, merging into a mix of hues that seemed to swirl and dance before your vision.
Outside, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you lost in this intimate bubble. The warmth of Feyre's body seeped into yours, creating a sense of safety and belonging that made your heart swell with affection for her, as your pheromones were released in response to the feeling of safety she provided.
"You're so beautiful when you let go like this," Feyre murmured, her voice a soothing melody that wrapped around your soul. She pressed a kiss to your cheek, her breath hot against your skin. "I love watching you get lost in the moment."
Her words sent a flutter through your chest, and you turned your head to meet her gaze. Those piercing eyes sparkled with adoration, reflecting the depth of her feelings for you. "And I love being here with you," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "In your studio, surrounded by your art... It feels like home."
A radiant smile graced Feyre's features at your heartfelt words, her eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that never failed to make your pulse quicken. She tightened her embrace ever so slightly, pulling you closer until your back was flush against her chest. The heat of her body enveloped you like a comforting blanket, and you could feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat against your shoulder blades.
"I'm so glad you feel that way," Feyre said softly, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. "Because you ARE my home, mine, Rhys'. No matter where we are in the world, as long as I have you, I know I'm exactly where I belong too."
She punctuated her declaration with a gentle squeeze, one hand splaying across your stomach while the other came up to cup your cheek.
You smiled at her; it still took you by surprise how easily the Inner Circle had taken you and your son in. Your son was busy with his own painting, while you and Feyre indulged in stolen moments of intimacy. Feyre focused intently on capturing the essence of your shared moment on canvas.
As if sensing your thoughts, Feyre's gaze softened, and she leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "He's is wonderful, always been my favourite student, I can tell why, his mother is mine." Her words were laced with warmth and sincerity. "I adore spending time with him as much as you. And Rhysand agrees too."
A wave of emotion washed over you at Feyre's heartfelt words, your eyes glistening with unshed tears of joy. To hear her express such fondness for your son, to know that both she and Rhysand had welcomed a part of you into their lives with open arms, meant more to you than you could possibly articulate.
Turning in Feyre's embrace, you cupped her face in your hands, your thumbs gently caressing her cheeks as you gazed into those mesmerising eyes. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice thick with gratitude and love. "For accepting us, for loving us... For giving my little Lynx a place to thrive and grow. I don't think I've ever been happier than I am right now, in this moment with you."
Feyre's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer until your bodies molded together seamlessly. "We're the ones who've been given a rare gift," she whispered, her voice husky with feeling. "One we cherish deeply and will always protect. You are our gift, we are as grateful of you as you are of us. You belong to us, you are ours to take care of, to love and cherish, to support. Our friends are yours. Our pack is yours."
Lost in the depths of Feyre's gaze, you felt a single tear slip down your cheek, a testament to the overwhelming emotions coursing through you. Feyre's thumb gently brushed it away, her touch lingering on your skin like a brand of possession and devotion.
"We are one family now," she continued, her voice low and intense, filled with the primal ferocity of an alpha who'd spend decades finding her third half that sent shivers down your spine. "Bound by love, by choice, by fate. I swear to you, I will spend every day proving to you just how precious you are to me, to us."
Feyre's lips crashed against yours in a searing kiss, pouring decades of passion and promise into the heated embrace. Her tongue delved into your mouth, claiming you, branding you as hers.
"I've been looking for you forever. I am so glad I found you both." You sighed in the kiss, you had been looking for your mate for as long as you knew what a mate was, making mistakes, letting people walk all over you, hoping a bond would snap, ending up finding two of them was something you could've never imagined.
Her hands slid down to your hips, gripping you possessively as she held you close. "Never again will you doubt your worth, your strength, your beauty. We will spend every day reminding you, worshipping you, cherishing you in ways you've never known before."
"Mommy, mama Fey!" Lynx jumped up from behind you, rushing to show you the flower he painted, shoving it in your face, the paint still wet. "Look what I just made! Look."
Feyre broke the kiss, a soft chuckle escaping her as she turned to greet your son with a warm smile. "Oh, little artist! Mommy and I will see it better if it wasn't inside our eyes." She laughed, gently pulling the painting away from both of your faces to look at it.
Together, you and Feyre admired the vibrant flower, its petals seeming to glow with life thanks to very enthusiastic brushwork. Pride swelled in your chest, seeing your child's budding talent nurtured and celebrated by your mate.
"That's absolutely stunning, sweetheart," Feyre praised, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. "The colors are so bright and bold—just like you!" She booped him playfully on the nose, eliciting a giggle from the young boy.
"Thank you, mama Fey." The boy smiled then looked at you, "Do you like it too, mommy?"
Your heart melted at the sight of your son's eager expression, seeking your approval. Kneeling down to be at eye level with him, you took the painting gently in your hands, marveling at the vibrancy of the colors and the carefree energy in each stroke.
"Oh honey, I absolutely love it!" you gushed, beaming with pride. Standing back up, you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. You caught Feyre's eye, exchanging a look of pure adoration and contentment. In that perfect moment, surrounded by the ones you loved most in this world, everything felt right.
Feyre's heart swelled with emotion as she watched the tender exchange between mother and son, a lump forming in her throat at the raw, unfiltered love and pride emanating from you.
As Feyre worked diligently on the portrait, her brow furrowed in concentration, she paused occasionally to study your face intently. Each glance was filled with adoration and reverence, as if committing every detail of your visage to memory.
Her skilled fingers danced across the canvas, translating the depth and warmth of your eyes onto the medium with remarkable accuracy.
You returned to her, taking a seat in her lap again as Feyre's arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you close against her soft curves. She nuzzled into the crook of your neck, nose brushing your glands, inhaling your scent deeply as if savouring your nearness. "Mmmm, this is nice," she murmured, her breath tickling your skin. "Having you here, in my arms, while I capture your beauty on canvas…"
"You say such beautiful things." You smiled, watching her paint you, a blush covering your cheeks. "I love it. I love you." You laughed as your son made faces at you, setting his painting out to dry.
A shiver of delight raced down Feyre's spine at your sweet declaration, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. She pulled you impossibly closer, one hand coming up to tangle in your silky hair while the other splayed possessively across your lower back.
"I love you too," Feyre's lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear, pressing a trail of feather-light kisses along your jawline. Her tongue darted out to taste your skin, savoring the unique flavor that was purely, undeniably you. "My muse, my lover, my everything,"
Feyre reluctantly disentangled herself from your embrace, her fingers trailing down your arm as she stood, pulling you up with her. "I hate leaving you like this," She admitted, her brow furrowed with concern. "But I need to teach my students soon, and I can't focus if I'm thinking about anything else but painting."
"No, it's alright, I understand your work." You smiled up at her, kissing her cheek, smiling, "I should go to Rhys anyway, he's been in my head for the past minute." You could still feel him in your mind, as if he were in the room with you and Feyre.
Feyre chuckled, a playful glint in her eye. She reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch lingering on your cheek. "Go give him hell for bothering you. He knows better than to invade your thoughts without permission."
With one last, lingering look, Feyre released you, stepping back to grab her paints and brushes. "I'll finish up here and then come find you later. Maybe we can steal some more quiet moments together, hmm?" Her eyes sparkled with promise, and you felt your heart skip a beat at the prospect.
"Yeah..." You whispered softly, leaning closer to press your lips against her cheeks, melting into her fully. Feyre's cheeks turned rosy the longer your lips stayed, her breath changing as you wrapped your arms around her waist.
Summary: During heat, Omegas need constant comfort from their mates. For your first heat as a bonded omega, the suddenness takes you by surprise, left alone in the busy market and the rather unsafe atmosphere of your Autumn home.
Cw: None
The sun in Autumn Court was as hot as ever, or perhaps it was your own body burning. As you stood in the busy marker, your heart began to race, palms sweating beneath the weight of your basket.
You could feel the telltale tingling sensation coursing through your veins, signalling the onset of your heat. It wasn't unusual for an omega's heat to awaken so prematurely as yours was now, weeks in advance, but the suddenness of it took you by surprise.
Warmth stemmed from within, threatening to consume you from the inside out. Panic set in as you clutched at your chest, trying to quell the inferno raging beneath your skin, barely able to mask your scent before it reached a seller. Rosemary mixed with an earthy scent rising from the high collar of your robe, your wrists heating where your glands were located.
Your breath came in short gasps, and beads of perspiration formed on your brow. The other fae in the bustling market seemed oblivious to your distress, their laughter and chatter filling the air like a bluster of normalcy.
400 years of existence had granted you wisdom, knowledge, and a wealth of experiences, yet nothing could have prepared you for the intensity of this heat. It was as if your very essence was being rewritten, every cell pulsating with an insatiable hunger. The once familiar rhythms of your heartbeat now felt erratic, pounding against your ribcage like a wild drumbeat.
Then it hit you, why it felt so different, so detached, all your other heats were filled with aimless longing, now you longed for your mate, your alpha, for Azriel to swoop in and comfort you.
The yearning was more acute, more focused. It wasn't just about release or satisfaction, it was about connection, about finding solace in the strong arms of your beloved mate. You craved his presence, his touch, his scent, everything that was Azriel.
As the heat intensified, your senses grew sharper, and the sounds of the market faded into the background. All you could hear was the thrumming of your pulse, the ragged catch in your breathing, and the low, primal feelings building in your body, legs turning to jelly as if supporting your body was too harsh a task.
Azriel consumed your mind. Your bond snapped with the Illyrian male a while ago. He spent those weeks showering you with love in secret, away from your duties as an Autumn Princess, away from your father and brothers. He was your sanctuary, and you needed him deeply.
The thought of facing this intense heat alone, without his comforting embrace, filled you with a sense of dread. The thought alone made a gasp escape your lips, making a conscious move to close your mouth so it wouldn't be too loud, trying to swallow the sound back.
You hurried back home, with each step, your pace quickened, driven by the urgent need to reach safety and solitude. The heavy basket pressed against your hips, its contents forgotten in the face of your mounting desperation. You weaved through the crowded stalls, ignoring the curious glances and whispered speculations that followed in your wake, your omega scent mixing with the regular autumnal air.
Finally, you burst through the gates of your family's estate, slamming them shut behind you with a resounding thud. The autumn breeze carried the scent of changing leaves, offering a fleeting respite from the fiery storm raging within you. You raced up the stairs, your heart pounding in sync with the relentless beat of your heat.
Reaching your chambers, breathing harshly, you slammed the door closed and leaned against it, panting heavily. The room spun around you, the colours bleeding together as you slid down the door.
The once big room was now too small. You pulled at your robe, hands on your throat where two bite marks on either side stood, his mark on you, permanent.
"Sister?" There was a knock and a concerned voice, one that could only belong to Eris, "Y/n are you alright?"
"Eris!" Your voice cracked, barely above a whisper, as you pushed off the door and stumbled towards the sound of his concern, slightly panicked as you covered your neck with your robe; the usually soft fabric now itched against your glands. The thought of anyone seeing you weak forced you to pull yourself together, or at least attempt to.
You flung open the door, revealing Eris standing in the dimly lit hallway, his brow furrowed in worry. His usually hard features softened at the sight of you, and he stepped forward, reaching out a hand as if to offer support.
"I... I'm not feeling well," You managed to stammer, the words catching in your throat as another wave of heat washed over you, weakly trying to shut the gate. A single tear rolled down your cheek, and you sniffed, trying to keep the waterworks at bay.
Eris' expression shifted from concern to alarm as he took in your disheveled appearance and the tears streaking your flushed cheeks. He quickly ushered you back into your chamber, closing the door firmly behind him.
"Cauldron, y/n, what's happening to you?" He asked, his voice laced with a mix of fear and protectiveness. He approached you cautiously; every inch of your chambers was drenched in your pheromones.
You collapsed onto the edge of your bed, the force of your heat making even sitting a struggle. "I don't know," You admitted, your voice barely audible over the roaring in your ears. "It's never been like this before. I need... I need Azriel."
"Azr-" Confusion covered Eris' face before it was replaced by understanding. "He's your... Azriel... Why didn't you tell me?" He asked softly, his gaze lingering on your tear-stained face. "Why didn't you say anything? We're siblings, y/n. I would've supported you."
His words were kind, but tinged with a hint of hurt. He'd always been fiercely protective of you, and the fact that you'd kept such a significant part of your life hidden from him stung. "I'll get you to him alright? You will get a lot worse without proper care from your mate. But first, we need to calm this heat of yours. We can't sneak away with you stinking up the place."
You shivered from his words, month after month, when you'd been treated as a prisoner in your own home for what your father considered being weak, the cold cell you were used to because your scent ruined the integrity of the Autumn Court, the scars, bruises, collared to the walls like a threat to your own Court. You couldn't be caught, and if your father found out you were claimed by Azriel, you'd only suffer further.
Eris guided you to stand, supporting your weight when your legs wobbled beneath you. Together, you made your way to the window, pushing aside the heavy curtains to reveal the sunlit garden below.
"Let's go outside, you shouldn't be cooped up indoors too much." Eris suggested, leading you toward the open balcony overlooking the lush gardens. The warm autumn air enveloped you, carrying the sweet fragrance of ripe fruit and the earthy scent of fallen leaves, holding you by the waist as he winnowed with you.
He helped you settle onto a stone bench, the cool surface a welcome contrast to the feverish heat radiating from your skin. Eris sat beside you, his frame providing a comforting barrier against the world.
"Now, breathe," he instructed, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Focus on the sensation of the air moving in and out of your lungs. Let it calm you, let it soothe this restless energy inside you. Let my comforting pheremones in, alright... Don't be scared."
As you obeyed, Eris began to hum a gentle melody, one that seemed to vibrate through the air and into your very bones, distracting you. His gentle pheromones filled your nose, so unlike when your brother was fighting your father for dominance during meetings. He pulled you closer, resting your head on his shoulder, "Rest for a bit, I'll write to Rhysand soon."
As the afternoon wore on, you found yourself drifting in and out of a fitful sleep, your body exhausted from the unrelenting heat coursing through your veins. Eris remained steadfast by your side, occasionally stroking your hair or whispering soothing words to keep you grounded.
When you finally stirred, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the garden in a soft, ethereal glow. Eris had fetched a tray bearing a steaming pot of herbal tea and a plate of sweet pastries, which he carefully placed beside you.
"Drink this," he urged, guiding your hand to grasp the ceramic cup. "It should help alleviate some of the discomfort." As you sipped the fragrant brew, Eris continued, "You'll see Azriel soon."
You nodded, feeling too weak to show the excitement you felt, sipping the tea gratefully as its soothing warmth spread through your body. The bitter notes mingled pleasantly with the sweetness of the pastry crumbs you nibbled, helping to ease the gnawing hunger in your body.
As the minutes ticked by, you felt your senses gradually returning to normal, the relentless heat slowly receding to a manageable simmer. The world no longer spun wildly around you, and you could think more clearly, albeit with a lingering haze of exhaustion despite spending the entire day sleeping as you ate.
Eris watched over you with an attentive gaze, his posture relaxed yet ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. When you finished the last of the tea, he stood, extending a hand to help you rise. "Here, put this on, we should go." He passed a cloak to you.
You wrapped the soft fabric around your shoulders, grateful for the extra layer of clothing over your gown. Then the scent hit you, the chill of night, of Azriel. The cloak was his. He would've given it to Eris for you, Rhysand would have. You hurriedly pressed the clothing to your nose, nearly pushing it in.
As you inhaled deeply, the familiar, intoxicating aroma of Azriel's cloak enveloped you, instantly transporting you back to those stolen moments in the Night Court. The scent was a tangible connection to him, and you clutched the fabric tightly to your chest, a small smile playing on your lips.
Eris observed your reaction with a knowing look, his expression softening. "Ready to head out then?" He asked, already starting to lead the way through the castle's winding corridors.
The journey to Spring Court was swift, thanks to Eris' keen navigation skills honed from years of exploring the boundaries of their Court. As you walked, the air grew warmer, filled with the vibrant scents of blooming flowers and the distant tang of saltwater carried on the Spring breeze.
With each step closer to Spring Court, your anticipation grew, the cloak's intoxicating scent serving as a constant reminder of the lover awaiting you. By the time you reached the court's outer borders, you were practically vibrating with eagerness.
Your bond felt stronger here, Azriel was close, not Courts away. He was right in front of you. You left your brother's side, nearly launching yourself at your mate, shaking and sobbing in his arms. "Azriel, you're here... I... I thought... You were done with... With me." You sniffed, wetting his leathers with your tears.
Azriel's arms wrapped around you immediately, holding you close as he murmured soothing reassurances against your hair, his wings fully encircling you, shadows covering you, trying to soothe their clearly distressed mate, the pheromones that released from him, the scent of night chilled mist, wave after wave that it even had Eris stumbling back.
"Never," He whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I could never be done with you. You're mine, and I'm yours, no matter what."
He held you tighter, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your chin up to capture your lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss. Tasting the salt in your tears, kissing quite the need of your body till he flew you home with him.
When he finally broke the kiss, Azriel gazed down at you with hazel eyes shining like liquid gold. "I know how much you need me right now. And I am here for you, completely and utterly."
Azriel's promise echoed through your mind as he cradled you against his chest, his heart beating steadily beneath your ear. His wings shielded you from the world, creating a cocoon of safety and intimacy.
Azriel stroked your hair as he held you tighter in his arms. "I should have been here sooner, should have found a way to ease you through your heat. But I'm here now, and I won't leave your side until you're whole again."
As he spoke, his words wove a soothing spell, calming the frantic beat of your heart. You felt yourself relaxing into his embrace, your body yielding to the comfort only he could provide.
"I want to take care of you," Azriel continued, his voice low and husky with desire. "I've been feeling your emotions all day, trying to find my way to you without making it too obvious. Then Eris wrote to Rhysand, and I didn't care for subtle."
Azriel's confession tugged at your heartstrings, understanding the lengths he'd gone to reach you when he couldn't even bear to leave your side. The realization that he'd been struggling just as much as you, feeling your turmoil from afar, made you feel a surge of affection for him, a need to care for him back.
Azriel pulled his wings away, looking straight at Eris, "I'm taking her." It was a final statement. You turned to smile at your brother, the pull of muscle not weak anymore as you lifted in the air with a single flap of Azriel's wings, taking to the sky.
As you soared through the starry night sky, the wind whipping through your hair, Azriel's strong arms kept you securely fastened to his chest. The rush of flying was always exhilarating to you; you pressed your nose to his neck, breathing him in.
The cool night air ruffled your hair as you flew, the stars twinkling above like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse. The rhythmic whoosh of the wind filled your ears, and the feeling seemed to harmonise with the steady thump of Azriel's heart against yours. As Azriel glided effortlessly through the darkness, the city lights of Velaris began to appear in the distance, casting a warm, golden glow upon the landscape below.
Azriel's wings expertly guide you towards the House of Winds. Azriel released you from his hold, though his hands lingered on your waist, fingertips grazing the curve of your hips. "Welcome home, my love," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Let's get you settled."
You squealed as he picked you up again, throwing you over his shoulders with one hand, "Az!" Pinching at the back of his neck, having him roll his neck away.
"Easy there, little firecracker," Azriel chuckled, giving your ass a playful squeeze as he carried you inside his room, setting you down on his bed.
The room was dimly lit, only a few candles flickering softly, casting a warm, intimate glow. He stood tall before you, his eyes drinking in every detail of your face as your form almost drowned in his bed.
"You're so beautiful when you're feisty," Azriel murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers trailed along your jawline, over his mark on your glands, sending shivers down your spine.
"I missed you," He whispered, his voice low and husky, eyes shining in adoration.
Your breath caught at the tender touch, a flutter igniting in your chest as Azriel's gaze bore into you, raw emotion swirling within those hazel depths. The weight of his words, heavy with longing, made your knees go weak, your scent coating his room like it belonged there. You found yourself leaning into his caress, craving more of his touch.
Azriel's thumb brushed over your lower lip, tilting your chin up to meet his hungry stare. In a fluid motion, he closed the gap between you, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. His lips moved against yours with a fervour that left you breathless, tongue delving past your parted lips to claim every inch of you.
Summary: Cassian takes you up on week long teasing leading up to your birthday
Cw: Pegging, Oral M&F!Recieving Smut 18+ MDNI
a/n: HAPPY BDAY @nestastits 💖💖💖 enjoy your gifttt (also don't mind me I redid so much of this... haha... haha...)
"Oh don't tell me you're all nervous now." Cassian sighed in your ear, his warm breath making you tingle, "I got all prepped up for you, my love."
You pressed your palms against his chest, a blush forming on your face, you had only been joking when you had brought up pegging to tease him, you hadn't thought he would take it seriously, not that the thought didn't fill you with desire.
Cassian grinned mischievously at your reaction, his hands sliding down to grope your ass through your dress. "What's wrong, cutie? I thought you wanted me begging and panting on all fours." He purred seductively in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe. "Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now after teasing me all week about wanting to peg me like a bitch in heat."
The sultry atmosphere crackled with sexual tension as Cassian's words hung heavy between you. "I-I'm not getting cold feet!" You stammered, your cheeks flushed crimson. "It's just... I didn't think you'd actually follow through on my little joke..."
Cassian chuckled lowly, his hands kneading your hips. "Oh, but I always keep my promises, especially when they involve fulfilling my sexy mate's deep desires..." He punctuated his statement with a firm squeeze of your hips.
You let him be distracted by teasing you, giving him blushes and eye flutters here and there, and waited to use your years of training in fighting males, although none his size, to trip him on his back, making him drop on the mattress with a grin on your face.
As Cassian tumbled onto the plush bed, his deep rich laughter echoing through the room as he looked up at you with hazel eyes clouded in lust. The sight of you standing tall, hands on your hips, sent a surge of primal desire coursing through his veins.
"Careful, little one," Cassian growled playfully, his voice husky with need. "You're playing with fire if you think you can dominate me so easily." Despite his words, he remained laid out beneath you, a willing participant in whatever sensual games you wished to play.
"Oh but you'll let me." You smiled—talking almost playfully, because you knew he would—sitting up between his legs, leaning closer to his muscular form. You straddled Cassian's waist, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric of your dress.
Leaning in, you captured his lips in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as you claimed his mouth. Cassian's large hands roamed over your curves, squeezing and groping, pulling you flush against him, his hands ripped at your dress, turning it to shreds as he pulled it off your body, the lingerie following soon after. He threw the pieces of clothes somewhere off the bed while you were too busy kissing to care.
Breaking the kiss, you trailed your lips along his jawline, nipping and sucking at his skin. Your hands worked his clothes through his wings, revealing a expanse of chiseled chest and torso that made your heart race.
As your lips danced across Cassian's skin, he let out a low, guttural moan, arching into your touch. His powerful chest rose and fell rapidly, the muscles rippling beneath your fingers as you felt the muscles tense and relax for you.
Your hands slid lower, unfastening his trousers and pushing them down until you could throw them away. Cassian's thick, hard cock sprang free, already leaking precum and throbbing with need. You wrapped your hand around his girth, stroking him slowly as you continued your path of kisses and bites down his abdomen.
Reaching his groin, you leaned in, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before taking him into your mouth. Cassian's hips bucked upward, burying himself deeper in the warm, wet of your mouth. His nails dug into the sheets as he fought to maintain control, his eyes rolling back in bliss, leathery wings thrashing under him as you took him in your mouth.
Pulling off with a pop, you gazed up at Cassian, his face a picture of raw, unbridled lust. A string of saliva connected your lips to the swollen head of his cock, which throbbed, demanding attention once again.
"Lubricant..." You whisper, hand reached out to him, gasping a little for breath. "Please."
With a low, rumbling chuckle, Cassian reached out to the nightstand, retrieving the bottle. His movements slightly shaky from the intensity of your oral attention.
As you slicked your finger, positioning your fingers at his entrance, you circled his rim with your well-lubricated finger, applying gentle pressure as you pushed inside. Cassian let out a gentle gasp, his inner walls clenching around the invading finger, his own preparations making it easy for you to stretch him.
"I get to have your ass after." Cassian growled, throwing you the harness, "Yeah?"
Once you were ready, he moved back, presenting himself to you. "Take what you want, mate," he said, his voice low and husky with anticipation. "Claim me as yours."
"I will..." You push his legs up slightly, aligning your strap with him and then slowly, deliberately, you pressed the against Cassian's entrance. He let out a sharp intake of breath, his abs tensing as he felt the intrusion.
With a steady, controlled motion, you began to push inward, stretching him open inch by delicious inch. Cassian's wings fluttered wildly as he struggled to accommodate you, his hips rocking back to meet each thrust. "Y/n..." He moaned, panting.
Finally, with a last push, you bottomed out, the tip of your strap nestled against his prostate. Cassian's back arched, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat as pleasure surged through him. His inner walls clenched around the toy, trying to milk it for release even though you'd barely begun.
Slowly, savoring every sensation, you started to rock your hips, setting a deliberate pace designed to drive Cassian wild. Each thrust dragged the strap over his sensitive spot, sending jolts of ecstasy through him. "There it is..." You smirked, hitting that spot again.
As you picked up speed, the wet slap of flesh against leather filled the room, mingling with Cassian's ragged breathing and desperate moans. His massive wings beat erratically, causing the bed to shake beneath you.
Leaning forward, you braced yourself on his thighs, changing the angle to hit that sweet spot dead-on with every thrust. Cassian's head thrashed from side to side, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Sweat dripped down both your bodies.
"You feel so good inside me," Cassian gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "Fuck, y/n, you're going to make me cum so hard.... You're so good with... Those hips..." His words spurred you on, driving you to pound into him with increasing urgency.
The air was electric with tension as you rode Cassian with reckless abandon, the sound of flesh slapping against leather filling the room. His wings thrashed wildly, the bed creaking ominously beneath you.
"Shit... So-" Suddenly, Cassian's entire body seized, his back arching sharply as a roar ripped from his chest. His cock erupted, shooting ropes of hot seed high into the air, on both your abdomens as his inner walls spasmed wildly around the strap buried deep within him.
"You okay?" You asked, concern lacing your voice as Cassian collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving with exertion, pulling out gently before sitting up and getting fully naked again.
Panting heavily, Cassian nodded, still reeling from the intense orgasm. "F-fuck, y/n… That was incredible," he managed to gasp out, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"You really know how to work a male over." He reached out, running his fingers through your hair affectionately. "I think I need a minute to recover before we continue, but I'm definitely not done with you yet."
Cassian's words were punctuated by his labored breathing as he lay spent on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A satisfied smile played on his lips, his eyes half-lidded in post-orgasmic bliss.
"Oh yeah... My ass..." You chuckled, sitting beside his heavily breathing form.
As you sat beside him, Cassian turned to face you, a playful glint in his eyes despite his exhausted state. "Yeah, It'll be my turn to make you scream," he purred, reaching out to caress your cheek.
Propping himself up on an elbow, he gazed at you with a hungry expression. With a sudden movement, he pulled you into his arms, claiming your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, tangling with yours in a passionate dance as he poured all his pent-up longing into the embrace.
Cassian's strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his sweat-slicked skin. His hands roamed your curves, kneading and exploring, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The kiss deepened, becoming more aggressive, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before soothing the sting with his tongue.
Breaking the kiss, Cassian's breath came in short pants against your neck as he nuzzled and licked the sensitive skin there. His hands palming your bare breasts. He pinched and rolled your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. "Well, Happy Birthday."
You smiled at his words, laughing, curling into him like a content cat, "Thank you, Cass. I loved the gift." You hummed.
As you curled into Cassian's embrace, his hands never ceased their exploration, fingers tracing patterns on your back before dipping lower to cup your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, grinding his hardness against your thigh.
"You've been teasing me all week, and now it's time for you to pay the price," He murmured into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
"Oh?" You asked with a cheeky grin, already leaned into him, his weight pressing into you as he got on top of you.
You hear him murmur something before feeling your legs thrown up till your ears, his breathing heavy between your wet thighs, "Oh, yes." He says as if correcting you.
Without anything more, Cassian's skilled tongue delved between your folds, lapping at your dripping slit with long, slow strokes. He savored your taste, humming in approval. His nose nudged your clit, inhaling deeply before focusing his attention on the sensitive bud.
With flicks of his tongue, he coaxed moans from your lips, your back arching off the bed as pleasure spiked through you. Cassian redoubled his efforts, alternating between gentle laps and bold sucks, driving you higher with each pass. His fingers found purchase on your thighs, holding you open for his ministrations as he feasted on your cunt.
Cassian's relentless assault on your core left you writhing beneath him, a symphony of moans and whimpers escaping your lips. His talented tongue danced across your clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your trembling body.
As your climax built, Cassian intensified his efforts, lavishing your sensitive flesh with devoted attention. His fingers dug into your thighs, keeping you spread wide as he drove you toward the brink until you were screaming for him, crying out his name.
Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Cassian's thumb pressed firmly against your clit, adding an extra layer of stimulation that sent you hurtling over the edge.
Your back arched, toes curled, and a loud, keening cry tore from your throat as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over you. As the aftershocks subsided, Cassian slowly withdrew, his chin glistening with your juices.
"Oh... Oh fuck..." You panted as Cassian licked your release from his lips, wiping his chin with the back on his hand. "Cass... Casss..."
Cassian's gaze locked with yours, a triumphant glint in his eyes as he savored the taste of your satisfaction. "Mmm, you taste divine, mate," he hummed, his voice low and husky with pride as he scaled up your body.
He leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his tongue as he explored the depths of your warmth. The kiss was hungry, needy, conveying the depth of his craving for you.
Breaking the kiss, Cassian's gaze locked onto yours, intense and burning with lust. "Don't think this is over yet," he growled, his voice rough with need.
Wonder if there was a part of In-ho who held Jun-hee's daughter and saw the child he was meant to have with his wife. Maybe a little selfish part of him wanted to keep the baby for himself... just... try to be human for her and pretend he didn't lose his family—what turned him into who he is didn't happen.
Then realised the most humane thing he could do for her was give her up to the only person he trusts to take care of her.
Could I have 6 with Caleb? (Or rafayel HEHEHE) I loved the snowcrow a/b/o one it had me DROOLING AT THE MOUTH
a/n: omg thanks <33 YOU HAVE THEM BOTH TOO EVERYONE GETS TWO HAHAHAAH (Also, I am so sorry for being late my dumbass forgot I had an ask left 😭)
For me
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
Applefishie??? Caleb+Raf drabble
The harsh knock of the headboard against the wall is the only coherent sound in the room, mixed with whines and moans, yet you aren't sure who they are coming from.
You can feel both their hands on you, bodies almost mindless in how they move against each other. You can't tell who's fingers are deep in your dripping cunt—definitely both of them—leaking your release mixed with theirs around those fingers.
Your eyes open as they meet the blackened ones of Caleb, and you can feel his breathing down your face, panting as if he can't seem to catch his breath, still no part of him wishes to stop.
You whine, sensitive body thrusting up into their fingers, tears of oversensitivity lining your eyes as you felt the pouty lips of Rafayel kiss down your cheeks, so lost in pleasure, whispers in Lumerian left his lips.
Caleb's takes their place on your neck, teeth gently scraping at your neck, adding to the countless love bites they have given you, and given your nails on him, you have left your marks on them as well.
With a keen of a moan, your grip on their biceps tightens as they both lazily bite into your skin. You can't remember how this started, with a challenge from them to each other. How many times could they make you cum?
The competition was long forgotten with you gasping and whining by your fourth as they both had taken you twice already, then they had teamed up on you. Their fingers, tongues, cocks, everything they used to push you over the edge now just a blur.
You gush another one of your countless orgasms against their fingers, and Caleb laughs from your stomach, Rafayel biting and sucking on your breasts. When did they get there? You have no idea. You are simply floating.
"Ahh, another one pips," Caleb whispers, and you feel fingers ghost of your clit, the tortured, oversensitve bud quivering at the touch, "That's 7 for me"
"Yet cutie knows it was me," Rafayel laughs, fingers curling inside to continue rubbing at the sweet spot inside that has you kicking your tired feet at both of them.
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
Mor drabble
"Where are we going?" You whisper as Mor leads you to a balcony in the House of Winds, wine in hand, the sky lit up with starlight as they streak across the blank canvas of the night.
Mor holds your free hand, stopping beside you, sighing at the open sky, "I just wanted some quiet with my favourite girl."
The teasing glint in her eyes is very evident, especially as she steps closer lips pressing on your pulse point, "Mor..." You gasp, instantly lacing your hand in her thick hair, holding her close.
Mor's hands grab your waist, groaning, "I want you... I couldn't really have you down there..." She smiles, handing you her glass, pulling her dress up slightly to kneel on the floor beneath you. "Don't spill my wine."
You giggle as she looks up at you, a drunken blush on your cheeks as you sip her wine. Mor seprates the high slit on your dress to expose your lace to the open air, smirking she leanes in, brushing her nose against your core, feeling the heat pooling behind the fabric.
"Mor–" You groan as she pulls down the lingerie, hips pressing on the railing of the balcony as you tilt your head back, sighing at the view of Starfall above.
You feel her tongue before her hands, licking at your inner thigh as she brings up her hands to part your legs, her nose brushes against your core as she inhales your scent, tongue poking out to lick at your slit.
She laughs, face nuzzling into your cunt, bringing up two fingers to part your folds. She begins to lick, nose rubbing on your clit for extra stimulation as her tongue tracing your cunt. "Mmm... Just what I needed..."
You moan softly as you sip at the wine, admiring the starlit sky as your mate pleasures you, your fingers lace in her hair, holding her to your core as she found her pleasure in her tongue stroking the walls of your cunt.
"Damn Mor..." You gasp, legs trembling in your heels as she eats you out, the slurping noises of your wetness and her saliva mixing drowning in the life of the party downstairs.
She hums, licking and sucking at your wet cunt, drinking you in fully. Her fingers trace your slit, circling around your entrance before pushing in. Your core tightens around your fingers as you clench around the intrusion, the fingers easily thrusting in and out with how wet you are.
Mor hooks her fingers inside you, curling them to make you moan in pleasure, she wraps her lips around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bug to bring you closer to the peak of your release.
"Shit..." You whine, knees shaking from the pressure to keep straight, hand tightening on the stem of your glass. Breathing heavily, your head tilts back, admiring the sky as your pleasure reaches a high ready to snap.
You snap around her fingers, release coating the digits as her tongue licks at your clit, soothing you through the climax, "Mmm... So delicious." She smiles up at you, eyes blown widem lips smeared in your release as she sucks her fingers clean, "Just what I needed."
Playfully rolling your eyes you hand her the wine glass, "Here, I didn't spill one bit." You snort softly, adjusting your dress as she stands up, "We should clean up before your brother comes lookin'..."
Im begging with all my aether core embedded heart...can I get 18 with zayne (and possibly sylus), they're both alphas for sure.
a/n: yes yes yes yeessss! May I offer you them both together? (I got so turned on writing this help 😭😭)
Care
18) a/b/o
Snowcrow drabble
Your body is heated, with trails of sweat covering your body, and every inch of you is aching, a heat burning in your core as you leak slick all over your own thighs.
"Aww, you want to be bred?" Zayne stands between your legs, spreading your legs apart to view your slick core, the heat of your body bleeding into him, his hands providing a cold comforting touch to your body, his glasses thrown somewhere the second your alphas had scented your heat.
"Mmm... I enjoy watching you turn like this." Sylus purrs from behind you, a hand behind his head, the other stroking your side, holding you to his body, red and black tendrils of his energy holding your body down as Zayne mounts you, pulling aggressively at his pants, shrugging them down as he pushes you dress further up will your waist.
You groan helpless and needy, mindlessly thrusting your hips up for any bit of stimulation, "Please... Please... Please..."
"I've got you..." Zayne coos softly, slowly stroking his now hard cock, eyes dark in desire. He leans into your body, not bothering with any stretching, your heat made you wet enough for him.
He slams in fully in one stroke, filling your cunt in a fluid motion, your slick gushing around his cock. You scream from the sudden pleasure, Sylus' evol holding you down being the only thing stopping you from thrashing around. They hold power over you and it turns you on beyond measure.
Zayne starts fucking you faster, hands digging into your hips, marking you, you he pounds into you, cock hammering your wet depths. You cry out, tears shining in your eyes as your dress begins to soak in your sweat, arousal burning hot within your very bones.
He grunts atop you, hands moving to hold yours down after forcing your legs to wrap around his hips, although you are purely boneless in pleasure, feet unable to stay on the small of his back from his harsh thrusts.
"Zay- Zay-" You choke on his name, head lolling on Sylus' shoulder as he watches Zayne take you. He grabs a hold of your hand, brining it to his cock, stroking his thick length with your hand.
You whimper, cunt clenching around Zayne's cock as you stroke Sylus'. "Hmmm... Ah-" You try squirming but the energy never left you, red tendrils stroking your cheek tenderly, wiping away your tears.
Zayne doesn't stop, only going faster as your abdomen tightens in the pain of your pleasure, hands groping your breasts, his eyes roll back from how hard you hold him. "So perfect... You're... FUCK!" His hips shutter in your depths.
Sylus hums, smirking as he leans into you, taking in your fucked out face, the little "Ah- ah- ah-" sound that left your lips. He thrust his tongue inside your mouth, tasting your insides, licking up your mouth, his hand tightening over yours on his leaking cock.
The feeling of his kiss snaps the burning pleasure inside your body, you cum around Zayne' cock with a cry into Sylus' mouth, waves and waves of pleasure heat inside your body as you squirt release into the bedsheets and both your bodies, core tensing and releasing with each wave of pleasure.
Zayne groans at how hard you come down from your high, following right behind you, emptying his release into your warmth, seed rushing inside your womb, body tensing, sweat gathering at his brow.
Before he can catch a breath, Zayne is grabbed by Sylus' evol, pulling him out of you and away. Sylus sits up instantly, grabbing you by the hips, turning you on your stomach before climbing your body, "My turn now." He growls before unceremoniously thrusting inside your wet cunt, stretched on Zayne's cock, the relentless snaps of his hips forming a ring of both yours and Zayne's cum around the base of his cock as he didn't stop for you to catch a breath.
You whine, mewling in pleasure as you grip at the bedsheets, trying your best to push yourself back on his cock, but being unable to, body fully pressed down. You cry out for him, gasping his name as he moans. You go absolutely mindless on his cock, no concept of time, of how long he'd been going before his release too fills you. Your thighs are cramped and shaking from the countless orgasms brought on easily by your heat. Left nothing more than a whimpering mess for your alphas.
You have decided this is your favourite way to wake up, with your mate's cock deep inside you waking you up. He groans as he settles into your wet cunt, already thrusting in and out your body.
You let out a relaxed sigh as you feel his body pressing into yours, "Good morning to you..." You sleepily giggle pushing up on his length, body still waking up.
"Ah, mornin' mate." He gives you a cheeky grin as he leans down, pressing a sloppy kiss over your lips, all tongue. You kiss him back the best you can, laughing as you do.
Cassian moves inside you slowly but steadily, hips thrusting his cock deep within your waiting cunt as you grip onto his length, a moan breaking your yawn as your back arches in a stretch.
"I love you." You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his bulking mass closer, his biceps trap your body under his, he is far bigger than most, the feeling of him over you makes your heart race.
Cassian smiles as he slams back into your cunt, grunting as he hit your cervix. Your body coils in the painful pleasure of his thrusts, though they aren't as rough first thing in the morning as they usually are, yet just as effective in making you keen in pleasure. "I love you too."
You wither under him, gripping onto him like a vice as he brings both of you to the height of your pleasure, you press your hands to his abdomen, feeling the muscles under quiver, a telltale sigh of his restraint about to snap.
"Yes... Yes, my love..." He gasps, sweat gathering on his forehead, his grip on your waist tightening, "Take me... All of me. I'm yours."
"Mine," You giggle, biting the curve of his nose playfully, hands scratching at his stomach, leaving behind faint red lines of your nails. You kiss down his cheek, pecking his lips, down his chin and jaw.
Cassian sighs softly as you tenderly kiss his neck, marking your claim on him, his hands lace in your hair, keeping you close as you mark him, "Mmm... Yeah... Use your teeth." He leans into your form, pressing your body under his weight.
You bite onto his neck, bodies locking together as he pauses inside you, cock throbbing restlessly as your cunt flutters around him. He groans, hands holding your waist, feeling all of the tight warmth you have to offer.
"Cass... Move, please..." You beg softly, eyes dropping a little, as sleep is starting to take you again. Without a word, he resumes his thrusting, pulling our till only the tip remained and then pushing back in.
Your arousal begins to rise again, as does his, You feel him stronger through the bond, the two of you moan together, reaching your peak at the same time as each other, you feel his release fill your cunt, gushing around his cock.
"Might be my favourite morning..." You whisper as he turns you on your side, still nestled inside, arms wrapping around your waist.
"Oh yeah...?" He sighs, resting your forehead against his, "Then I'll wake you like this every morning..."
"Eyes open darling," Rhysand breathes, face close to Feyre's as he has her on all fours, hand wrapping in her hair to force her to look up. When Feyre does, her eyes lock onto her reflection in front of her, her, bend over as her mate ruts his cock inside her willing cunt, drooling all over both their thighs.
Her eyes are hazy from pleasure, a line of drool on her lips from how far she is fucked out, she whines as he twists her hair in his hand, the way the veins and muscles in his body flex with how he fucks her.
"Rhys-" Feyre whines, thrusting back onto his length, the cock that fit her so perfectly like they were puzzle pieces always meant to be together. Her eyes look into her reflection, going up his body she swallows, he's so focused on her, eyes locked with her sweaty back where the moon phases go up her spine.
He can't look away from her, hands on her hips to pull her perfect cunt back on his cock, "Look at us Feyre... We're perfect." He purrs, looking at her body in the reflection, how her breasts sway enticingly with each move and shudder.
"Yes... Yes..." The High Lady whines, pushing herself back on him, face screwing in pleasure only he could give her. Her nails dig into the pillow below her, arms straining to keep herself up.
Rhysand chuckles at the desperate way she pushes herself on his length, himself softly losing his mind from the warmth of her, going as deep inside her as her body allows, "My Lady!" He growls, hands landing on her ass as he prowls for a better grip on her.
"My Lord- FUCK." Her eyes roll to the back of her head as he spanks her again, feeling and seejng the refldction of his hands scratching at her body for a grip, legs trembling from the force of keeping her release at bay. "Rhys..."
"I know darling... I know..." He hums, leaning closer to kiss her shoulder and then her back, "Trap me inside your body, Feyre darling."
Just as the whisper leaves his lips, she clamps down on his cock, release gushing onto his form, her hands give out from under her making her nearly land on her face if it wasn't for Rhysand's arms instantly holding her up.
Rhysand swears as Feyre's grip on him tightens through her orgasm, "Just like that-" He hisses through clenched teeth, "Let me give you... Ugh– everything..." He grunts as his own release rushes through his entire being, thick, hot seed emptying inside her warmth, Feyre's cunt held him throughout, tight enough he couldn't move as she clenches around his length like he asked.
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
Zayne drabble
"Breathe in," Zayne commands softly, his stethoscope pressed into your chest, hearing your heart, "Hold... Now, breathe out."
You do as he asks, sitting up straight during your usual check-up, although your focus is on his neck.
Angry red and purple marks colour his neck over his button-up. Teeth marks covering the better part of his neck.
The memory comes back to you instantly, the night before, your mouth on his neck as you rode him like no tomorrow.
The heat of the night, the passion, the wanton moans leaving your lips as you bounced on his cock. Sweat dripping from both your forms as you took him as yours, mouth latching on his neck as you sucked and bit at his skin. The couch had nothing on you, the movie you were watching together, the wine and pizza you were treating yourselves with for a cozy date night all long forgotten.
His cheeks were red from the wine, he cried, holding onto you as you squeezed around his length, gasps and pleas leaving your lips, you mark his neck for the whole world to see.
"Will you go to work like this?" You'd asked, tracing a rather angry purple love bite as you sit in his lap, his cock buried deep in your warm cunt.
Zayne groaned, eyes closed as he nodded, "I'll show them all I'm yours." He mindlessly thrusted up, his eyes were unfocused due to the glasses that were clattered somewhere. Harshly grabbing your hair to bring you closer to his neck, "Bite me-"
The memory heats you right up as you remember it, of how his skin feels between your teeth. The shirt he usually never wears with the sleeves rolled up has been bunched around his elbows, beside those marks of his, the ones from your nails stand, thin red lines that you'd clawed on him all over him.
"Your heartbeat's irregular." Zayne hums before his eyes meet your darkened ones, as if he can see though your mind, "Ah, that's why..."
You blush at his words, "Shut up, Dr. Li... I just didn't think I was so aggressive with you..." You playfully hit his chest but he just laughs, a smile stretching on his lips.
"You can be even rougher later." He whispers softly with a smirk, patting your cheeks, "Come on, I'll see you after work, my love." He leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
a/n: YEEEEEEEE (totally did not take me a century to get to this)
Like You Do
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
Sylus drabble
You feel nothing apart from him, nothing exists apart from his body over yours, messily making out as his one hand is pulling your hips up, the second at the base of his very hard cock.
A soft whimper leaves your lips as he notches the thick head of his cock to your very eager cunt, dripping arousal all over him.
"Fuck..." He hisses, face in your neck as he pushes in, only the head as you helplessly clench around him, "You're so perfect... Perfect..."
You wrap your legs around him to bring him closer so that you can feel him fully bottom out inside you, moaning softly as inch by agonizing inch fills your waiting depths.
You breathlessly gasp in his ear as he settles in fully, feeling his balls press into your ass. He's grunting when you clench around him, nails digging into your hips, leaving his mark on you, "I love you."
Hand in his sweaty hair, you freeze, the first time he'd ever said those words, and he realized it too when he pushed himself up from crushing you, looking deep into your eyes, with fear? Uncertainty?
"Sy..." You breathe, hand reaching out to cup his cheeks when he looks away. You wrap your legs around him tighter when he tries to pull away.
"Just... Please ignore that..." He looks back down at you when you force him.
"Do you...?" You whisper, breathing heavy as you squeeze around his length, "Do you love me?" Your voice was slightly shaky from emotion.
He leans in closer, eyes closing as he sighs, nose to nose to you, "Yes. I love you more than anything. I shouldn't have said that now... I don't want... You to feel like I only said it because of the sex..."
"I love you too..." You whisper back, arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him gently to cut off his rambling, with a smirk you pull away gently, cunt clenching around his cock, "Now fuck me like you do."
He pulls up at your words, the moment of vulnerability gone from his crimson eyes. "Yes, ma'am." He pushes your legs further apart as he pulls out all the way, till only the head is inside your core, before pushing all the way in. You cry, whimpering as he picks up pace.
Your cunt clenches around him, your arousal coating each other, pleasure building inside your bodies.
You groan as he rubs your clit to coax your pleasure higher, grunting as your walls grip him so hard he could barely move.
"SYLUS!" You cry out as he slams into you over and over again, holding your legs up by one hand as he does, the other putting pressure on your abdomen.
His head is thrown back, sweat dripping down his form as he refuses to slow down. "I love you. I love you. IloveyouIloveyou-"
Your head spins in desire more at the words than the passion in his movement, arousal coiled in your body as you gasp, "I LOVE YOU!" You choke out, tears lining in your eyes from pleasure.
He slams all the way inside, cock hitting your cervix as he came hard, the warmth of his release rushing into your womb.
You whine at the feeling of his seed flooding you, clenching around his cock as you cum around him, head thrown back into your pillow.
His body drops on top of you, covering you fully as he breathes heavily, your hands in his hair as you scratch his scalp. "Oh that was good..."
"Stay for a while." You whisper, not wanting him to pull out yet, "I love you." You whisper the words again, both of you smiling.
sleepy domestic sex for feyre because slutty feyre anon is back babay
a/n: SLUTTY FEYRE ANON ILYYYYY (I'm also doing your other requests hehe)
Late Night
20) sleepy domestic sex
Feyre drabble
The day comes to an end as you stretch and sigh, Feyre is already settling in bed, turned on her side.
With a tired groan, you drop beside her, arm reaching out to wrap around her naked hips. "I know you said... Fucking sounds good... but too tired."
Feyre giggles from her side, lacing her hand with yours, "Mmm... Did you work too much today, baby?"
You simply nod into her back, curling into her as you spoon her. "Here..." You offer up your hand, "Anything for wife though. Don't have to go all ten rounds."
"Oh?" Feyre takes your hand by the wrist, guiding it beneath the covers to where she needs you.
Your fingers spread her folds when they come in contact with her core, middle finger rubbing slowly at her clit.
Feyre hums, cuddling back into you as you massage her clit, pleasure coating her form as you move sleepy and lazy.
Neither of you speaks as your fingers continue to play with her core, finger dipping inside to gather her arousal before bringing it to her clit and drawing circles on it.
Gentle grunts fill in the room from her as she relaxes, eyes closing as if she's being soothed to sleep.
"Feyre...?" You ask quietly as the moon shines through your windows, hand keeping its pace.
"Yeah...?" She replies softly, to let you know she was still up.
"I love you." You whisper in her ear, smiling as you see her face cover with a pretty blush at your words, at how her hand tightens its hold on yours.
Her clit twitches under the pads of your fingers, signaling her oncoming climax, with a relaxed sigh, she lets the building dam of her arousal break as she release around nothing in a gentle flow, "I... Love you." She whispers, heart beating in her ears.
With a hum, you pull your fingers out, taking in the glisten of her arousal that coats them. You bring the fingers to your lips, sucking them clean off.
'oops we were just hiding in a closet and got turned on' kinda reminds me of nesta or no reason lol so can we get that pleaseeeeeeeee tyy
a/n: OOOOOOOOOOO Yes, I see it anonnn
Quiet
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
Nesta drabble
(Smut warning)
Nesta's body was pressed against yours in the closet deep inside the library, and the heat of the tight space made your body warm up.
"Nesta? Y/n?" Cassian's voice calling her follows Gwyn's calling yours.
Your breath hitches as Nesta steps closer in the closet, her breasts painfully close to your face, your back against the wall parallel to the closet door. "Nes-"
Her lips brush against the sensitive tips of your ears, "Shh... If you don't wanna be caught." Her voice is low, her body fully pressed into yours, while your friends are looking for you. And you really want to skip practice today.
Your breath catches in your throat as you rest your hand against her chest as if on instinct, feeling the curve of her heavy breast press into your palm.
Nesta pushes in closer, your glamour hiding your scents from the outside world beyond the little closet. You both are too turned on, only for each other to scent.
Her hands snake around your waist, cupping your ass from behind, a hand slipping beneath your very tiny dress you were planning to wear out.
"Nes!" You hiss as you elbow her with your free hand, tensing at the feeling of her fingers exploring your core, feeling your wetness pool around the fabric of your lace.
"Shh..." She pushed her fingers beneath your lingerie, pressing into your now bare cunt as she pushes away the lace. "Don't want to be caught.... Right?"
You glare at her, but it is playful as your toes curl in your heels from her long, slender fingers beginning to pump in and out of you.
"Oh-" Gasping you press your face in her chest to muffle your moans as she finger fucks you in the tight space.
You feel your walls clench around her fingers as she adds another, thighs clenching together, putting pressure on her hand.
"You're so tight..." Nesta groans, taking her other hand off your waist to the front of your dress, index finger flicking at your clit.
"Nes..." You whimper in her chest, hands gripping her biceps as your legs begin to tremble, "Shit I'm so... close..."
You mewl when she pinches at your clit, hand working inside your cunt, the back and forth motion of her finger at your sensitive bud making you shake.
"Come on... Cum for me..." She whispers softly in your ear, biting at the lobe.
A little moan leaves your lips as you cum around her hands, leaning into her body for support as the pleasure rushes in your bones, the release leaving you breathless.
