Description: Finding yet another gift for Rhysand’s endless birthdays is proving a difficult task. With a little help from the owners of one of your favourite shops, you come up with the perfect way to spoil your High Lord on his birthday.
Warnings: Smut, porn very little plot, p in v, riding, lingerie, jewelry kink? idk but rhysand has somethin going on for sure, mirror sex, rhysand is in love, so is reader, established relationship (is that a warning? it is to me)
A/N: There’s not enough enamored Rhysand smut out there. Plenty of people are writing it, I just don’t think there’s enough. So here’s this! Enjoy!
Ever one to spoil his lover, Rhysand never failed to provide you with the most gorgeous jewelry the shops of Velaris, the courts of Prythian, and his mother’s personal stash had to offer. You weren’t naive, you saw the way his eyes lit up whenever you donned one of the hundred pieces he’d given you. It brought a smile to your face knowing how much joy he got from making you happy. Of course, you’d love Rhys even without the jewels, without the title, and the kingdom, but the diamonds didn’t hurt.
In the crisp autumn air, the shops of Velaris seemed empty of anything that would suffice for your High Lord’s upcoming birthday. Only a few days away now, Rhysand’s birthday made you incredibly nervous. After so many years together, getting him a gift that actually meant something to him was no easy feat. He had enough money to buy anything you could bring him, not to mention your accounts were long joint by now. He had a wonderful family that was sure to cover a range of sentimental, practical, and gag gifts.
What did that leave for you?
You sighed to yourself, snuggling your chilly nose deeper into the plush, navy scarf wrapped around your neck. Your eyes continued to scan the lines of shops down the streets until you caught sight of the store that Rhysand bought all of your best underthings from. You really did have enough lacy garments at home, but maybe you could find something that stood out to wear for him. After all, there was one thing only you could give him.
When you stepped inside the store, a small bell jingled above your head, letting the two lesser Fae working the store know you’d entered.
“High Lady,” one greeted, bowing politely to you.
You waved away her formality, smiling sweetly at her.
“Hello, always a pleasure to visit one of my favourite shops,” you replied, your voice kind.
“We’ve just finished making a few new pieces if you’d like to take a look.”
“I’d be delighted.”
The sweet Fae female led you toward the back of the shop where a little wardrobe stood under a single faelight. She opened the doors to the wardrobe, revealing the dainty, yet intricate new sets she and her partner had designed and sewed. They were all so beautiful, but one particular set snagged your attention.
“What’s that one?” You asked, gesturing to the twinkling, jewelled garment hiding between two others.
“I thought your High Lord would come snatch this up, but it seems you’ve beat him to it this time,” she chuckled, pulling the garment off the rack to show you.
Perfect.
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It had been a real effort, managing to slip from Rhys’s birthday festivities a few hours earlier than the rest of the High Lord’s inner circle. Mor has whined, Cassian had pleaded, Azriel had frowned slightly more than usual. Rhys had been especially desperate to have you near him, the few empty bottles of wine at his feet making him touchier than usual.
You were proud of your performance, feigning a headache that forced you to retire for the night. Little did the rest of your group of friends know that you’d scurried up to your room and dug your fingers into the jewelry box that contained only Rhys’s favourite pieces.
Within an hour, you practically glittered from head to toe. You’d slipped on a pair of crystal kitten heels, transparent and sparkling in the late night starlight. Around your ankles were twin chains, dainty silver things with tiny crystal stars dangling from them. Even the stars would bow at your feet if they could, my love. Rhys’s words, even in memory, could send a shiver down your spine.
Around your waist, three thin chains, all joined together on one side of your hip with a shining diamond. From your wrists to your shoulders, you wore the intricate silver wire-like cuffs that swirled in patterns similar to Rhys’s tattoos. Small, purple gems were littered throughout the thin silver, catching the light when you moved. On your fingers, only your wedding ring, a gift from Rhys’s mother you’d never gotten to know.
Your neck was wrapped with the diamond choker he’d gifted you for one Winter Solstice, a matching pair of earrings secured as well. Atop your hair, his favourite of your crowns: a sparkling tiara style crown laced with glistening moonstone. Close enough to bringing you the moon, he’d explained when he’d set it on your head for the first time.
The set you’d gotten from that shop really brought it all together, though. It was, quite literally, made for you. The top was a flimsy net of sparkling, starlight thread that barely covered the shape of your breasts. The panties were made of a similar material. The only thing preserving whatever shred of modesty this set left behind was a collection of crystals of varying sizes, The crystals covered only the most intimate parts of your core and the place just over your nipples. To top it all off, hanging from the small thread that connected the fabric over your chest was a silver charm of the Night Court’s symbol.
It was impossible to get Rhysand a gift he couldn’t buy for himself, but you figured that diamonds were pretty good. Especially if he could peel them off your body himself. You took a good look in your full-length mirror, grinning at your reflection. You looked fucking good. It was only a matter of waiting, then, until Rhysand came to bed, ready to curl in beside you.
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A little past two in the morning, your bedroom door creaked open. Rhys, to his credit in his semi-drunk state, did his best to be quiet as he came in, just in case you were asleep. Your lips quirked upwards at the sight of him, and you adjusted yourself in your position laid back against the headboard of your bed. The moment he’d made it inside and softly shut the door, Rhysand’s gaze was searching for you.
The once over, then twice over, then again for good measure, he gave you was enough to tell you that your gift had already been well received by the male in front of you. You watched as a blush spread itself across his face, all the way up to the tips of his pointed ears. Cute, you thought.
“Happy birthday, Rhys. I got you diamonds.”
He just nodded slowly, as if to say I noticed, his quick tongue darting out to wet his plush lips. Hunger claimed his features rapidly as he stalked, stalked, toward the bed like an animal toward its prey. All the while though, his gaze held such reverence for you that goosebumps raised on your skin.
“You are,” he said, his voice deep and dripping with desire, “the most beautiful creature that has ever walked this realm.”
It was your turn to blush now, the words sinking deep into your stomach and fueling the fire slowly lighting in your core. The sight of him was more than enough to have the scent of arousal filling the air between you, but his words and his tone had certainly made you perfectly obvious.
“I didn’t know what to get you so I thought…” You trailed off, eyes trailing to his chest as his deft fingers worked to unbutton his shirt.
“This is more than I could’ve hoped for. C’mere, sweetheart.” He cooed, beckoning you over with a brief flick of his hand.
Who were you to deny him a thing, really? You couldn’t help the smile on your lips as you climbed across the bed, sitting on the edge of it as you waited for him to close the distance between you.
“No, come here.” He insisted, holding a hand out for you this time.
You arched a brow as you reached out your own hand, your ring catching in the light as your fingers met his palm. You stood, walking the few steps to be right at his side. His shirt, fully unbuttoned now, fell to the floor as he let go of your hand, his own lifting to rest on your cheek.
“Exquisite,” he murmured to himself, as if admiring a piece of art.
His free hand came to rest on your waist, his index finger toying with one of the little chains around you, and he leaned down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You could taste wine and laughter on his lips, your smile melting as he pulled back.
“What is it?”
“Just wanted another look,” he said as he lowered his lips to yours again, this time in a much firmer kiss.
He wasted no more time in absolutely devouring you with the kiss, the hand on your face sliding into your hair, causing his thumb to brush the edge of your crown. You could’ve sworn you heard a soft moan leave him as it did. Your hands came to rest on his bare chest, his heartbeat like thunder beneath his skin.
His hand, the one previously toying with your waist chain, slid down to your ass to squeeze. You let out a soft squeak against his lips in surprise, but you arched into his touch instinctually. Your hands roamed his chest, exploring over his stomach, down to the waistband of his pants. He pulled back from the kiss once more, shaking his head at you.
“Not yet,” he said.
Your confusion must’ve been clear on your face because he chuckled quietly, giving your lips a quick peck.
“You got all dressed up just for me,” he went on, stepping backward until he could sit down on the edge of the bed, “I think I should get to spend as much time as I like admiring this.”
Standing almost nude, alone in front of his bed should’ve felt at least somewhat embarrassing. Under the heat of Rhys’s stare, though, you felt nothing but power thrumming through your veins. Your eyes flickered to his waist as his hands slowly unclasped his belt buckle. When you lifted your gaze back to his face, his violet eyes were still glued to you.
“Why don’t you give me a spin, sweetheart.”
He dragged his tongue over his top teeth, eyes trained on you with such intense desire you really thought he might just come take a bite out of you. Ever the mind reader, most literally, you heard Rhysand’s voice coo in your head softly. Believe me, angel, I’m considering it. A shiver ran down your spine as you sank your teeth into your bottom lip.
“You can do whatever you’d like with me, Rhys, that’s kind of the point.”
“Yeah, well, I’d like you to give me a spin.”
You flushed deeper at his words, giving the male a small nod before you obliged. You slowly turned in a small circle, letting your hair sweep against your neck, against your cheeks. The dangling chains and jewels that littered your perfect frame clinked softly with the movement, catching the light and sending small bits of starlight throughout the room. Rhys was grinning wolfishly by the time you finished spinning, his cock having been freed from his pants and now lazily fisted as he watched you.
“Fucking perfect,” he told you.
“Says you,” you retorted, walking toward him once more with quiet clicks from your heels against the floor.
He reached a hand for you, the other not stopping his slow strokes up and down his already hard cock. You bit your lip again, your mouth practically watering. He slid his hand up your back, unclasping the tiny bra you wore with practised ease. His confidence was ridiculous, but the skill he had to back it up never failed to make your head spin. You wanted him everywhere, the weight of him on your tongue, the feel of him against your palm… but tonight wasn’t about you.
“How do you want me?”
The answering groan is almost enough to send you straight to your knees, desperate to taste him all of a sudden.
“I want you to come take a seat,” he said coolly, his hand retreating from your back to pat one of his very appealing thighs, “with a crown like that, my High Lady deserves a proper throne.”
You nearly snort out a laugh at his joke, but the proposition of riding him tonight makes your stomach flutter. Rhys loved to see you on top of him, of course, but he was most often too restless to do anything other than pin you down and have his way with you. Climbing up onto the bed, you moved to set your knees on either side of his hips but he stopped you, both of his hands coming to grab your waist.
“Uh uh,” he tutted, turning you around so that your back was to him, “a view this good can’t be missed. Eyes stay open, yeah, sweetheart?”
With your bare back pressed to his bare chest, you had the perfect view of your husband’s chin coming to rest on your shoulder, hands sliding up to cup your breasts, in the full length mirror on the wall. You took in your kiss-flushed lips, your slightly off skew crown, and naked chest. You knew you looked good when you’d set this whole thing up, but now, under Rhys’s touch? The masterpiece was complete.
“Sit down.” Rhys said, and you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was desperate for you, impatient as ever.
You reached behind you, your fingers wrapping around his cock, earning you a low hiss from him. As you lined him up with your soaking entrance, you felt his hips jerk up in what you were sure was an involuntary reaction. You opted not to tease him tonight and sunk down on him slowly, a breathy moan leaving you as you took him inch by inch.
He groaned as he watched you through the mirror, his eyes flickering from your face, to your tits, to where you took him inside you. When he bottomed out inside you, your eyes fluttered, threatening to close. Rhys pinched your hip lightly, kissing at your neck.
“Don’t you close those eyes. Can’t miss a fucking second of this.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but all that came out was a whiny moan. He chuckled darkly behind you, his hands coming to grip your hips so he could lift you up and drag you back down onto his dick. You rocked back in time with the way he moved you, pressing your ass flush against his defined v-line. In the mirror, you watched him disappear inside you again and again, your chest bouncing with the movements you made.
You could tell that Rhys was hyper-aware of all this too, as his eyes still couldn’t find a place to land for good. Every few moments they’d flit over to another part of your jewelry covered form, a flare of possessiveness flashing in his gaze at each new piece he took in. It was obscene, watching him fuck you like this, but Gods was it hot. The feeling of him filling you, stretching you open, was almost overwhelming. He was made to fit you just as you were made to fit him.
In his grasp, you managed to cant your hips faster, one of your hands reaching behind you to tangle in Rhys’ hair.
“Feels so fucking good, Rhys,” you moaned, tugging lightly at his roots.
He groaned, nipping at your ear as he let you fuck yourself back onto him faster, harder.
“So do you, angel, fucking perfect bouncing on my cock like that. See that? See how good you take me?”
You nodded frantically, your watch on the mirror alerting you to one of his hands sliding between your legs. One of his fingers immediately found your clit, forcing a loud moan from your lips. Rhys’s grin widens despite the way ragged grunts and groans keep slipping past his lips.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take it.”
His praise was absurd, like adding gasoline to a house already aflame. With the way Rhys was rubbing tight circles onto your clit and fucking into you so deep you could see stars, you knew you wouldn’t last long. Your stomach clenched, your walls squeezing his cock, making him moan right in your ear.
“Close already?”
The soft mockery in his tone made you clench again. Rhys’s fingers sped up, his hips lifting to meet yours as your rhythm faltered. You watched in the glass before you as Rhys’s eyes rolled for a moment, his breaths speeding up. You knew him well enough to know he wasn’t far behind you.
“Yeah, yes, Rhys, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you moaned, dropping your head back on his shoulder.
Your crown tumbled off of your head, then, falling onto the mattress with a soft tink.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Rhys huffed, the hand not rubbing sweet patterns into you lifting to force your head back upright.
It was a battle to keep it that way, your muscles ready to give out as you inched closer and closer to your peak. When you felt the cool metal of your crown kiss your forehead, watched as Rhys picked it up off the bed and set it back on your head, your heart clenched.
“Come for me, gorgeous. Look how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”
His hot breath against the shell of your ear, the pure adoration in his voice, the feeling of him plucking every nerve in your body like guitar chords, had you shattering. You came with a cry of his name, clenching around his cock. The feeling of you coming on his dick paired with your teary gaze locked on his in the mirror had Rhys snapping instantly, his come filling you as he continued to rock his hips into yours.
You panted for breath as you came down from your high, slumping back against Rhys’s chest. Your eyes had shut without you even realizing, and you were pretty sure it was alright that you rested on your lover’s shoulder now. Rhysand’s breath was heavy behind you, his chest heaving. He let out a breathless laugh, kissing your temple tenderly.
“Best birthday yet.”
“You say that every year,” you laugh breathlessly.
“And I mean it every year.”
“Happy birthday, Rhys. I hope you liked your present.” You said, opening your eyes to look at him.
He smiled at you, catching your lips for a quick, sweet kiss.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, giving an experimental roll of his hips to reveal he was already hard again, “but if you think that was all the enjoyment I was going to get tonight, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Description: You can’t stand the High Lord of the Night Court. You’ve never had a wholly pleasant encounter with him, not even while living in his house. While out on a date in Velaris with a male you met at Rita’s, you run into said High Lord. When the mating bond snaps into place, you’re forced to wonder just how deep your hate for Rhysand runs.
Warnings: None really!
A/N: Thank you so so much @lunaseleneceleste for this request! I’m such a fiend for enemies to lovers so I had to jump right on it as soon as I saw the request in my inbox. I also didn't include a date between Rhys and the reader, just because this was getting quite long, so if you guys want a part 2 of that, let me know in the comments. Requests are still open so feel free to send any in! Thanks for all the love!
Saviour complex didn’t even begin to describe Rhysand. The mighty High Lord of the Night Court had a nasty habit of picking up strays, desperate to nurse them back to health. That’s what he’d done with you, after all. When your shop had been desecrated during the war, your little apartment above it gone too, he’d offered you “refuge” in his house. His house, if it could even be called that, was a ginormous manor sitting high above the city you loved so much.
You’d been hesitant to accept his offer but you didn’t really have other options. Without the shop you were without income, and a place like Velaris wasn’t easy to inhabit with no money. You hadn’t realized, when you’d agreed, that the House of Wind was a giant prison. Sure, it was well-stocked, but the ten thousand steps down the mountain were obviously unfaceable.
Rhys had promised that he’d send someone daily to fly you down, winnow you into the city so you could do as you wished, but that wasn’t an easy promise to keep. Most days, you’d be greeted by a member of his inner circle and transported wherever you liked, but some days you were left entirely alone, trapped in the house with only your thoughts.
It was days like these that let your distaste for your High Lord really brew. Hours upon hours of solitude left you angry with Rhysand for his empty promises. Why would he pull you out of the city just to lock you up in this godsdamned house? Why would he promise you freedom only to neglect you?
Some part of you knew that his business was natural with his position. You understood that you couldn’t realistically expect his personal arsenal of Illyrians to be at your beck and call. Rationality couldn’t stop your personal vendetta against the High Lord, though. Your anger continued to grow, evident in your tone every time he stopped by to check in on you.
The mere sight of him was enough to set you on edge. Then he’d speak to you like you were some sad thing, some frail creature that needed his help. So you’d lace your tone with venom, sneer at him, keep him far away. It irritated him, you could see it on his face whenever you snapped at him to leave you alone. By the end of each conversation you’d had with him, he’d snapped right back at you.
In the two months you’d lived at the house, you couldn’t bring yourself to like Rhysand any more than you had at the very beginning. Despite your trying relationship with Rhysand, you did like his friends. Cassian, while cocky, was kind and funny. Azriel intimidated you at first, but now? You know he’s not so scary if you’re pleasant to him.
You did your best to keep some consistency in your life. You still saw your friends in the city, still went out to Rita’s for a drink. Sometimes you’d even go out on the town with your new friends, learning that Cassian and Mor were a terrible karaoke duo and Azriel had a shockingly lovely singing voice. It was on one of these nights that you’d met Lorel.
Lorel was a sweet, brown-haired fae male about one hundred years your senior. He had a handsome face and a smile that screamed normalcy. He seemed like just what you needed, so you’d smiled and giggled and nodded along with his flirting. You got supportive nods and winks from Mor and Cassian, Azriel’s face unreadable, as usual. When Lorel had asked to take you to dinner that weekend, you’d agreed.
The day of your date with Lorel arrived without consequence. Mor came by with Cassian, ready to take you down to the city. You’d summoned Mor up to your room to assess your outfit and she’d scanned you up and down carefully.
“Yeah, you look amazing. You should just stay here with me instead,” she teased lightly, offering you a smirk that held nothing but sweetness in it.
“Tempting,” you replied.
You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and smiled. Not damn bad. Mor threw an arm around your shoulders, leading you down the stairs. Cassian grinned at you from the bottom, nodding at your appearance.
“You clean up nice,” he said.
“Thanks, Cass. Wish I could say the same for you,” you teased.
He laughed, throwing his head back with the motion. He set his hands on his hips, nodding for the door.
“So, am I flying us out or what?”
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Lorel had picked a nice little restaurant in the core of Velaris for your dinner date. The place was cute, the food was yummy, and the conversation was easy. Everything was just as you’d expected it to be, devastatingly normal. You reminded yourself that this was what you’d wanted, something easy and relaxed and ordinary. As dinner came to a close, though, you found yourself feeling woefully unfulfilled.
You weren’t an asshole, though. You kept up your content smiles and small laughs, making sure that Lorel didn’t feel the disappointment slowly seeping through you. It seemed like Lorel was having a great time, actually, and he suggested that you walk to a small dessert stand nearby for a treat. You obliged, despite the allure of your bed and a good book.
Walking along the moon-lit streets, Lorel’s hand reached down to gently take hold of yours. You bit back a sigh as you laced your fingers with his, not too eager to make him think you were enjoying this too much. He smiled over at you, a warm and pleasant grin that should’ve made your heart flutter. It did nothing for you, though. When he looked away from you, his expression faltered, his steps coming to a halt.
“Is that the High Lord,” he asked, furrowing his brows, “and is he glaring at me?”
You followed Lorel’s line of sight and, sure enough, your gaze fell upon Rhysand. He was standing a little ways off from you and your date, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. His eyes were icy as they bore into Lorel, as if they were tearing him apart bit by bit. Lorel looked back over at you, confusion written all over his face. As Lorel looked to you, so did Rhysand.
His violet eyes flashed, an emotion you couldn’t quite read flickering in them. Your eyes locked and you held Rhysand’s gaze in challenge. He met you head on, refusing to tear his eyes away as his nostrils flared in irritation. You wouldn’t back down either; you refused to lose. As you continued to wage a war against one another with your eyes, something snapped in your gut.
The sensation was sharp, like a taut cord being cut with the snap of scissors. Then it was warm, like a soapy, lavender-scented bath. Then it was hot, like the fires that flickered and popped in the hearths of the house. Your body locked, your senses flared, and you couldn’t, physically couldn’t, bring yourself to break Rhysand’s stare.
That’s mine, your traitor of a mind growled to you, he belongs to me. I want him, my mate.
The realization seemed to hit you and Rhysand at the same time, if the way he stumbled backward a step was any indication. Your heart thudded against your ribcage, threatening to leap out and run right over to Rhysand. You scowled, willing your instincts to shut the fuck up. Mate or not, Rhysand pissed you off. You weren’t just going to go running to him because the Mother supposedly thinks you’d make cute babies.
You finally ripped your eyes off of his, forcing yourself to look at Lorel. The poor male was so lost, staring at you like an open-mouthed fish out of water. You felt guilt fill your chest, rising up your throat. How did you even explain this? You stammered out a stupid sound that was supposed to be “I’m sorry,” but you couldn’t seem to find your voice.
Lorel, now more concerned than anything else, reached a hand up to rest on your cheek. You felt a hot surge of rage flash through your newfound bond with the High Lord and you heard an animalistic growl come from where Rhysand was now stalking toward you two. Lorel, of course, noticed, and turned to face the High Lord. He tucked you part ways behind him, which only seemed to make Rhysand angrier. Lorel’s face blanched, but, to his credit, he kept his expression as steely as he could.
“Rhysand, stop,” your voice had both males’ attention snapping to you.
“But I-”
“Don’t even think about it.”
You stepped out from behind Lorel, your jaw clenched. Your hands were balled up in fists and you squared your shoulders as you faced Rhysand head on.
“I don’t care what you think is going to happen here, but I’m going to tell you. You are going to turn the fuck around and leave us alone. You are not going to wait for me at the house, you are not going to follow us from a distance. You are going to go home and sulk all you want and then… then we can talk tomorrow. After breakfast.”
Rhysand blinked at you, stunned as if you’d slapped him across the face. Any arguments he had prepared, any words of possessiveness he’d intended to spew at Lorel, died behind his teeth. You watched indecision flicker over his features, his eyes flittering from you to Lorel and back to you. He swallowed thickly, a thrum of disappointment pulsing in the bond. He nodded, opening his mouth before closing it again. He nodded once more as he turned around, his wings flaring outward as he shot off into the sky.
“So, you two know each other,” Lorel said, a brow raised.
“I… yes. Mutual friends or something.”
“I’m sorry if it’s rude to ask but do you have a history or something? He seemed like he wanted to bite my head clean off.”
“No, nothing like that,” you shook your head, choosing your words carefully, “we just have a bit of a complicated relationship. And I think it just got a whole lot more complicated.”
Lorel gave a small hum of understanding, shifting awkwardly on his feet.
“I, um, your scent changed. When you were staring at him.”
Your eyes widened, your heartbeat quickening.
“Is he your mate?”
That was the question, wasn’t it. You supposed the answer was yes, but you didn’t know anything about him. How could he be your mate if he was a stranger. A stranger and an asshole.
“I think so, yes.”
“All due respect, but I don’t think I’m suicidal enough to get caught up with the High Lord’s mate.”
You laughed softly at Lorel’s sheepish admittance, smiling at him.
“I don’t blame you one bit. For what it’s worth, I think you’re a really nice guy.”
“Thank you. I had a nice time tonight. Can I at least walk you home?”
“Oh, uh, that’s alright. It’s kind of a long walk. Lots of stairs.”
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You were a mess of anxiety the next morning. After splitting off with Lorel, you’d found Cassian and Mor at the meeting point. Rita’s was a lousy meeting point in retrospect, because they were pretty damn drunk when you found them. They were aware enough to listen intently to your recount of your date as Cassian flew you into the house. They’d been shocked, to say the least, and truly had not one ounce of helpful advice to offer you.
Just talk to him, Cassian had said. Easier said than done, you’d wanted to reply. He was right, though, all you could do now was talk to Rhysand. Maybe figure out what in the hells you were supposed to do with this whole soul-bound, fated match from the Mother herself thing.
True to your word, Rhysand arrived at the house not fifteen minutes after you’d finished shoving your food around your breakfast plate. He was dressed casually, his hair haphazardly brushed back, no crown in sight. He didn’t look like a High Lord like this, he just looked like a male. He found you in the sitting room, your feet curled under you as you sat on the large, velvet couch.
“Good morning,” Rhysand said softly, testing the waters.
The bond pulsed with anxiety and you let out a small breath of relief. At least it was mutual.
“Morning,” you answered.
“I,” he started, taking a careful step toward you, “I’m sorry for last night. I should’ve controlled myself better. I just wasn’t expecting…”
You nodded because you understood. Cassian had given you a very basic explanation of what the mating bond felt like to a male, and you were honestly impressed Rhysand had been as well behaved as he was.
“I don’t think either of us were expecting it.”
“True. It was very sudden.”
Neither of you would even say what it was. This dance around the word bond like it was a curse. It isn’t that you were against it, you weren’t even against him being your mate, but as things stood now you had little interest. You’d never managed a conversation that ended well, you didn’t see why that would change now.
“I don’t want you to feel like this bond takes away your choices,” Rhysand broke the silence that had settled awkwardly in the room.
There it was. The awful truth of the mating bond. It did take away your choice, didn’t it? You’d be tied to Rhysand one way or another, whether you wanted to or not.
“It kind of does.”
“No,” he shook his head, daring another step forward, “if you decide that you want nothing to do with me for the rest of our lives, I will stay away.”
The promise carried an intense weight. To find a mate was relatively uncommon, to deny the bond once you found it? That would do terrible things to someone, especially a male. You looked at him, your eyes scanning over his face carefully. You found no dishonesty there, only sincere, raw vulnerability.
“Would that not be painful?”
“Not any more painful than forcing yourself into a bond you don’t want would be,” he replied.
His answer almost made you angry. It was only natural that Rhysand would sacrifice himself to help the poor, destitute little Fae who lived in his house, spent his money, ate his food. You couldn’t muster the anger though. For some reason, looking at him in the morning light, you couldn’t be mad at him for offering you this out.
“How am I supposed to just… decide that?”
He let out a long breath through his nose, considering your question carefully. He took a few more steps toward you, now close enough to kneel down on the floor before you so he could be closer to your eye level. To offer you the high ground. To give you room to breathe.
“You don’t have to decide now, but I will tell you what I’ve decided, if that’s alright.”
You nodded, and that was all the permission he needed to go on speaking.
“I’ve decided that if you are my mate, I’d like to know you more. I want you to know me, too. Not the High Lord that the city sees, that you’ve seen so far. The me that isn’t so…”
“Obnoxious?” You supplied.
“Well, yes,” he chuckled, earning him a small smile from you, “I want to earn a place in your life. Starting with an evening, if you’ll have me.”
You considered his words, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth. For the first time, you found yourself in a conversation with Rhysand you were actually enjoying. He was being honest, you could tell. He wasn’t above begging, you were sure, if you asked him to. Here he was, already on his knees for you. You sighed softly, ignoring the way your heart was beating quickly and your stomach was fluttering from the look in his eyes alone.
“One evening,” you said, making his eyes light up instantly, “I will try one evening. If it goes well, perhaps you will earn a second.
“Deal,” he agreed immediately, his head bobbing with a nod.
Cute, you thought, then internally kicked yourself for the thought. He looked like a damn puppy, though, wagging its tail and waiting for a treat. You supposed one evening wouldn’t be the end of the world. Not if he kept looking at you like you hold the deed to the royal treasury.
What you were in for with this High Lord, you weren’t sure. You were sure, however, that it would be one interesting story.
hiii ummmmm can i maybe request lmao an eris x reader smut where shes like a secret, of course, cuz beron the bitch exists but like at the balls they cant stop like looking at each other and eventually the tension is just too mcuh so they have to sneak away to have some epic fweaky sex? thanks if u arent up for it thats ok i just want it and ily⭐️🪐
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Description: After days away on a mission, Azriel returns home, desperate for you. Lucky for him, Azriel finds you just as desperate.
Warnings: Porn no plot, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), knife play, gags, choking, hair pulling, rough sex, inappropriate use of Truth-Teller, multiple orgasms, dom!Azriel, sub!reader
A/N: This was a request from a very dear friend of mine, the one who put me on ACOTAR in the first place. To my dear Sugar, eat it up girl. This was so fun to write I’m almost embarrassed. Feel free to send in some requests! Enjoy!
Everyone in the Night Court understood that the High Lord’s shadowsinger worked hard. Azriel knew everything about everyone, everywhere. He spent his days soaring through the skies of Prythian learning what he could and reporting back to the High Lord. No one understood how hard Azriel worked better than you, though. His wife. His mate.
You were the one who waited up on the nights he came through the doors of your bedroom with bags beneath his eyes. You were the one who sat with him when he saw something that made him want to uproot the entire political system of Prythian. You were the one who kissed his scarred hands when they shook in the dark hours of the early morning, when the dreams were too much even for a warrior like him.
Tensions were high in Prythian, following the war with Hybern. Keeping an eye on all of the varying courts and their post-war movements required a lot from the Illyrian spy. Rhysand had even recruited Cassian to do some spy work, in the hopes to alleviate some of Azriel’s workload. Hardly a dent in the mountain of tasks Azriel had before him.
He’d been away for days. Sudden plays from Beron made Rhysand nervous, and when Rhys was nervous, Azriel went snooping. You understood that the safety of the realm came first, that your mate was doing important work and needed to be away so long, but the loneliness that came with his absence was starting to get to you.
You missed his eyes, the depth in them. You missed his voice, and the gentle timber of his voice when he told you he loved you. The occasional check-in you got through the mating bond, a tug of warmth reminding you that he thought of you, wasn’t nearly enough to satiate you. You missed his hands most of all.
Those big, tanned hands, covered in brutal patterns that tell his stories whether he wants them told or not, were your favourite part of your mate. The way his knuckles whitened when he gripped the hilt of Truth-Teller too tightly, the way his fingers flexed when he was nervous, the way they manhandled you whenever he got you alone…
Four days was much too long to have gone without those hands. You had to give yourself credit for trying to get by without them. On the nights where the simmering loneliness turned into a boiling neediness, you’d slip your own hands into your lace panties, close your eyes and dream of your winged spy. You almost hated Azriel in the desperate moments where your fingers tried so hard to imitate his, but ultimately failed to come close, leaving you aching all the days he was away.
After hearing word that Azriel had returned, and feeling a confirming hum zip through your mating bond, you’d been patient as he recounted his findings to Rhys. You’d slipped into a deep purple underthing, made of lace and sheer mesh, and got comfortable atop the bed you shared with your mate. You knew it was only a matter of time before he’d be home to you.
The anticipation already had heat pooling between your legs, your thighs pressing together in a stupidly feeble attempt to ease some of your tension. The minutes seemed to drag by as you waited, your heart pounding much too loudly for your own liking.
When the doorknob shook, your core clenched. He was finally here. Sure enough, the door to your bedroom opened to reveal your mate, still dressed in his Illyrian leathers. Azriel’s seven siphons pulsed with energy, his power barely contained by the mass number of them. His wings were tucked behind his back, and you silently wished they weren’t. Strapped to his thigh, glinting in the candlelight of your bedroom, Truth-Teller sat in its place.
Azriel’s face was unreadable as he stepped into the room. He shut the door behind him, his eyes falling on your frame. You watch his hazel eyes slowly drag over you, the slope of your breasts, barely hidden by lace, the curve of your hip wrapped in purple mesh. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his wings lifting only slightly.
“Aren’t you a sight.” He practically whispered.
“I missed you, Az.” You purred, sitting up on your elbows to stare at him.
His jaw clenched, his fingers flexing. Not nervous, you noted, excited. He let out a deep breath through his nose, almost a sigh. He walked towards the bed, towards you, and your stomach erupted in butterflies.
“I missed you more, pet.”
The coolness in his response sent a shiver down your spine. As Azriel reached the foot of the bed, he circled it, instead of climbing on like you’d expected. He walked over to you, holding a hand out expectantly. You leaned over to him, setting your chin down in his palm, nearly moaning at the contact after so many days. His fingers curled inward, securing a firm, but not painful, grasp on your cheeks.
“Good girl. I didn’t even have to say a word.”
His praise is something you never tire of. He gave you a small smile then, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
“How was your trip?” You ask softly, gazing up at Azriel lovingly.
“Long.” Is all he replies.
His thumb traced a gentle line over your cheek, back and forth. His eyes were dark as you stared into them, thin golden irises around blown pupils. Something in them told you, clear as the night sky, that he was in no mood for slow tonight. The trip had been long, and you both knew it.
“Let me welcome you home properly,” you offered, sliding a hand over to paw at the tenting bulge in Azriel’s armour.
He let out a satisfied huff at the contact, releasing your jaw so that you could crawl over to where he stood at the side of the bed. Your hands lifted to his leather breastplate, moving to unfasten it, but his larger hands were quick to swat them away.
“Leave it on. You don’t need to take my shirt off to welcome me.”
You swallowed thickly at his words, arousal pooling in your underwear at the tone he took with you. You nodded, lowering your hands to unfasten his pants just enough to free his already hard cock. Azriel let out a soft breath as your fingers curled around the base of him, your thumb and middle finger almost touching around his width. Your mouth watered as you stared at him, desperate to feel the weight of him on your tongue. A large, scarred hand came down to slide into your hair, the palm resting on the back of your head.
“Go on, pet.” He ordered.
You wasted no time in parting your lips, taking the tip of him between them. He groaned quietly as you took him deeper into your mouth, your tongue gently dragging along the bottom of his dick. The hand on your head pushed you gently, not forcing, but encouraging. You choked, only for a moment, and relished at the growl he made as you did. Forcing yourself to relax, you let him push all of him into your mouth, your throat.
Tears stung in your eyes as he held you there for a moment, his jaw set as he gazed down at you. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he took you in. Azriel’s hand, the one in your hair, curled to make a tight first, the new grip making it easy for him to drag you back off his cock. You licked over the tip as he moved you, tugging against his grip to take him back in your mouth.
“Needy, eager thing.” He taunted, loosening his grip enough to let you set the pace.
You set a simple rhythm, bobbing your head in time with your breaths. You braced your hands on his thighs, sitting on your knees on the bed as you sucked him. The tears in your eyes spilled over, tracing sparkling lines of starlight down your cheeks. Azriel’s free hand lifted, his thumb brushing away some of your tears. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning around him as he brought his hand to his mouth, sucking away the remnants of your tears.
Azriel’s throat bobbed, his breath coming in hot pants as you quickened your pace. You slide your hands along his thighs, the fingers on your left hand bumping into the hilt of Truth-Teller, where it still sat in its sheathe.
“Careful,” Azriel warned gently, “Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
The needy whine that left you was muffled around the cock in your mouth, but was certainly not lost on Azriel. His eyebrow cocked, his head tilting to the side like an animal. His grip in your hair tightened once more and he yanked you off his cock. As you gasped for breath, he stared at you, his gaze somehow darkening more.
“That’s how it is, is it?”
“I don’t know what you mea-”
“You like my knife.” Azriel cut you off, watching your face flush with his statement.
“I like you, and the knife happens to be yours, so…” You sass, trying to play off the light embarrassment seeping into you as you sit back on your knees.
“Yeah? Come back here.” He ordered.
You knew better than to disobey him, but you hesitated slightly as you leaned back over to him, now on all fours. You watched with nervous eyes as he unstrapped Truth-Teller from his thigh, pulling it from its sheathe. The metal blade glittered, shadow seeming to leak from its hilt. Azriel flipped the knife in his hand, catching it by the blade with two fingers. He turned his gaze from the knife to you.
“So eager to have that pretty mouth full, aren’t you?”
You nodded. He lifted his knife to your mouth, tapping the hilt against your bottom lip.
“Then open up.”
“You want me to–”
“Did I say speak?” He nearly snarled, his eyes narrowing.
You shook your head, earning a hum of agreement from Azriel. You licked your lips, opening them slowly so that Azriel can slip the hilt of his blade into your waiting mouth. It’s cold, and it tastes like the sweat of his palm. This blade has seen hundreds of battles, thousands of deaths, and more blood than you could fathom. You should be disgusted. Instead, you moan. You hear a humourless chuckle from above you, your gaze snapping up to Azriel’s.
“You like that, huh? I should’ve known. Always such a nasty slut for me. Isn’t that right?”
The tone in his voice has you clenching around nothing, humiliated and so turned on by his words. You tried to respond, maybe to deny his claim, maybe to agree, but all that came out around the hilt of his blade was a garbled moan. You sucked the hilt like you had his cock, keeping your eyes on his approving gaze.
“Fuck, that’s enough.” Azriel growled, pulling the blade from your mouth, “Turn around. Stay on all fours.”
You shuddered, nodding your head as you turned around quickly. Azriel’s hands roamed over your body, trailing over the lingerie you’d picked out for him. His fingers slipped beneath the straps of your top, toying with them by just slightly dragging them off your shoulders. He pressed a kiss to one of your shoulderblades as his hands slid over your stomach. His touch was reverent, a stark contrast to the way he’d shoved the hilt of his knife down your throat.
“Az, don’t tease.” You huffed.
“Not teasing. Appreciating.” He replied, biting down on your shoulder.
“I fucking missed this.”
His words had you melting, his fingers making quick work of your panties. He nipped at the skin of your thigh, your ass, as he dragged the lace down your legs, which had you trembling by the time he ran a finger down your core. He wasted no more time, plunging two fingers into you. You let out a startled moan, your head dropping forward as he slid his fingers in and out at a punishing pace. No more appreciating, then.
“Fuck, Az!” You moaned, earning you a bite on the hip and a curl of his fingers.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re screaming my name. Is that all it takes, pet?”
“When it’s you.” Your answer is honest, and he knows it too.
His fingers don’t relent, not even as his thumb moves to press your clit. You cry out, clenching down on his fingers. This was what you’d been missing so badly. Your fingers could never do what his fingers did to you now. No matter what you tried, nothing could make you feel like Azriel did.
“I want you to come on my fingers first.” He said, his fingers curving upward to make you see stars.
Even without the order he gave, you were approaching your orgasm quickly. The sparks under your skin snapped brighter, hotter, and you knew you were a goner. A few quick rubs of his thumb had the cord in your gut snapping like a rubber band pulled too taut and you fell over the edge. You moaned his name as he continued to fuck you on his fingers, drawing out your whines and whimpers as long as he could.
He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean. You tried to catch your breath, your arms shaky beneath you as pleasure continued to zip through your veins. You choked on a sound at the blunt press of his cock against you, your pussy still clenching from having just come.
“Az, wait–”
“No.”
His patience had been thin the moment he’d landed back in Velaris after his mission. He had none left, not when he could feel your pussy trying to suck him in. Azriel pushed forward, groaning lowly as he sank into your tight heat. You whined at the intrusion, woefully understretched from just two of his fingers. The burn of him was thrilling, the stretch something you relished.
Your mate let out a deep grunt as he bottomed out inside you, stilling for a moment to trace his hand down your spine. Your head spun, dizzy from the feeling of him buried so deep, but you could’ve sworn you heard him mutter a quiet “beautiful” from where he stood above you.
When he drew his hips back and snapped them forward again, you practically screamed. Every nerve in your body was alive, singing at the feeling of having your mate home, having him inside you again. Azriel fucked you hard, not too fast, but deep and steady enough to have you crying out loudly at each thrust.
“You take me so well. Made for taking cock, aren’t you?” He grunted, settling his hands on your hips to pull you back into his thrusts.
“Yes, Az, made for it. I’m a slut for it.”
“That you are, pet. My cockhungry little whore.” He replied, making you moan louder still.
“Faster.” You breathed out, a knot once more forming in the pit of your stomach.
“Any faster and you’ll tell the whole house exactly what we’re up to.” He taunted, but the way his hips sped up betrayed him.
“A-As if they care.” You countered.
“Bite down on this.”
You focused your gaze to see Truth-Teller before you once more. Azriel’s hand carefully held the blade, the hilt balanced delicately in front of your face. You obliged, opening your mouth for the knife once more, sinking your teeth into the leather-wrapped hilt. The sound of your moans were muffled against the makeshift gag, and Azriel took that as all he needed to fully let loose.
He fucked into you without hesitation, his hips slamming into yours again and again. The four posts of the bed groaned as they shook from his movements. You felt a trail of spit slide down your chin from around the hilt of your mate’s weapon, dripping into the mattress below you. These sheets would need to be burned, you imagined. Your cunt clenched around him, making the male behind you groan.
“You’re close.” Azriel said, his voice deep.
You could only nod, even without the gag, the feeling of him rearranging your guts had sent you past the point of coherent sentences. One of Azriel’s scarred hands slid over your stomach and between your legs, two of his fingers rolling over your clit. He leaned over you, biting down on the shell of your ear as he fucked you.
“Come for me. Come because I said so. Because you’re mine.”
The growl in his voice was enough to tip you over the edge, your muscles tensing and relaxing as you came around him. Azriel managed two more harsh thrusts into you before he came with a low call of your name, rocking into you as you rode out your highs.
“Welcome home.” You murmured, once you’d let Truth-Teller fall from your mouth.
“I missed you so much.” He said, smoothing a hand over your side as he slid out of you, “I’ll avoid such long journeys in the future.”
“No, you won’t,” you laugh softly, breathlessly.
“You’re probably right. But I think I’ll keep you right here in this bed until the next one.”
“No complaints from me.”
Azriel chuckled softly, finally shucking off his uniform. His tanned muscles glistened with sweat, his tattoos now on proud display. You found your mouth watering all over again.
“Don’t give me that look. Rhysand told me he needed you to be able to walk tomorrow.” Azriel warned gently, though there was no malice behind it.
“Since when does Rhysand decide how much you get to fuck me?”
You watched something shift in Azriel’s eyes then, his mouth snapping shut as his jaw clenched once more, and you knew you were in for a long fucking night.
Description: When a trip to the Summer Court gives you the chance to play a game of flirt with its High Lord, your mate, Rhysand, plays a game of his own.
Warnings: Porn no plot, smut, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), possessive!rhys, cockblocked!tarquin, dom!rhys, sub!reader, use of ‘my lord’ during sex, spanking, hair pulling, slapping, dumbification, humiliation kink, prone bone, rhys being a smug bastard
A/N: Forgive me for the filth, I have no excuse. This is the first smut I’ve written in so so long so please forgive the writing!! I’ve decided to start writing/posting fanfiction again so if you have any critiques pls let me know! Enjoy!
It wasn’t your fault, honestly. After all, Rhysand was the one who’d invited you to accompany him to the Summer Court in the first place. Despite knowing about the young Summer Lord’s obvious interest in the flowing gowns you wore, it was Rhys who had insisted that you were the perfect company. You hadn’t been to the summer court too many times, but every time you had followed Rhys into the blinding sunshine, Tarquin had been noticeably focused on the shape of your outline.
In fact, more often than not, Tarquin’s interest in you was incredibly beneficial to dealings between the Summer and Night courts. You’d spoken to Rhys about it before, in the quiet nights tucked away in his bedroom. I’m yours, Rhys, you’d remind him, your mate, remember? He did remember, you knew, but you also knew that the High Lord’s patience levels were significantly lacking.
The first night of your stay in Tarquin’s estate passed without incident. Though the young lord of Summer’s wandering eyes were working as usual, Rhys managed to keep his temper calm. Every now and then, you would feel a small tug of irritation rising through your mating bond, like when Tarquin placed a broad hand on the small of your back to lead you to dinner.
The second day in the Summer Court, however, bought you more than you’d anticipated. Dressed in a light, coral pink gown with high slits that let your thighs peek through as you walked, you accompanied Tarquin on a walk through the grounds. Your plan had been to sweeten him up before his meeting with Rhys later. Perhaps if Tarquin was feeling pliant, he’d agree to the political proposals the Lord of Night brought before him.
With an arm looped with Tarquin’s, you walked through the shining grounds around his estate. The sun shone down in a beating heat, but it was nothing to complain about as birds sang and the sounds of waves splashing could be heard in the distance.
“I hope you slept comfortably last night.” Tarquin said, breaking the silence between you.
“Oh, yes, thank you. I always do when I’m in your court.”
Tarquin smiled at your response, his free hand coming to rest atop yours that sat on his arm.
“You should consider staying for longer than a few nights sometime.” He suggested.
“I don’t know about that,” you say, smiling sweetly at him, “I am needed in the Court of Night.”
“I imagine so. Your High Lord does well keeping you close by.”
“I work very hard.” You agree, though you know that isn’t quite what Tarquin meant.
The summer lord stopped walking, pulling you to a halt as well. He turned to you, his turquoise eyes boring into yours. The two of you are no more than a breath apart now. You can tell what he’s thinking. The way he’s looking at you holds no mystery.
“I do wish you would work for me sometime. You are truly a sight to behold.” He tells you.
“My fealty is to the Court of Night and its High Lord.” You answer.
“Perhaps you could offer me something other than your fealty, then?” Tarquin’s voice is saccharine and silky with his proposition, but it still makes your gut turn.
He is not your mate.
It’s in this moment that you catch a glimpse of looming shadows behind Tarquin. Your gaze shifts and you can see, a small ways off, Rhysand watching you. His eyes are hard set, his jaw clenched, and the look is truthfully much hotter than it should be. In a moment of worse judgement, you decide you want to see just how much Rhys will stand for. Just how much he’ll watch.
He’s been so busy lately with his responsibilities that he always comes to bed exhausted. Though he’d never deny a chance to be buried deep inside you, lately your nights end with you on top of him while he unwinds with deep groans. Maybe the jealousy that bubbles up the mating bond when your smile for Tarquin widens is a promise for something… more. You give Tarquin’s arm a gentle squeeze, forcing out a small giggle.
“What do you mean, my lord?” You feign innocence, tilting your head.
“Well, I…” Tarquin clears his throat, his smile becoming somewhat sheepish, “I find you quite beautiful. I’d be honoured to spend a night with you in my bed.”
You know Rhys hears it when a wave of anger flares through your bond. Perfect. You look away from Tarquin, playing bashful. You use the opportunity to spare another glance at Rhys, who by now looks only a few seconds away from killing Tarquin right where he stands. Your plan is working too well.
“Only one night?” You ask, your tone sickeningly sweet.
Tarquin is momentarily caught off guard, his deep brown skin flushing as he stares at you. Your words embolden him and he steps closer to you, one hand reaching to cup the back of your neck. You wouldn’t let him kiss you, not in a million years, but you also know that Rhysand is far more likely to interrupt than you are. Simply for the count of his speed.
“I would be the luckiest lord alive if I could have you in my bed every night.” Tarquin says, leaning towards you.
“I take my title as the luckiest very proudly.” A voice interrupts.
Tarquin’s movements are halted by a firm hand on his shoulder. Rhys is dragging the Lord of Summer backwards like he weighs nothing. Tarquin lets himself be moved, but not without furrowing his brows. He took a step back and watched in irritation as Rhys wrapped a firm arm around your waist.
“We were busy–”
“You better not finish that sentence. Whatever you and my mate were busy doing is none of my concern. Consider our meeting cancelled.” Rhys practically spat the words at Tarquin’s feet, his grip on your waist by no means gentle.
You hardly have a moment to open your mouth before the shadows consume you and disappear again, leaving you standing in Rhysand’s arms in the middle of his bedroom back home. As quickly as Rhysand had appeared beside you, he leaves you standing alone again. Within the blink of an eye, Rhys is sat up against his headboard, his leathery wings spread out behind him.
“Rhys–” You start, but he holds up a hand to cut you off.
“That’s not what you’ll call me tonight.” He says, his voice sharp as a knife.
“My lord,” You correct, watching as his head dips in approval, “I’m sorry for–”
“You are sorry for nothing.” He nearly growls, cutting you off once more, “Come here.”
He pats one of his thighs, watching you expectantly. You walk over to the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your knees as you crawl towards Rhys.
“Tell me, darling,” his voice is dripping with mockery as he speaks to you, “did you have fun playing your little game of flirt?”
“No…” You mutter, looking away from him.
He’s on you in a second, his hand gripping your jaw in a vice. His violet eyes are nearly black now, darkened with jealousy and lust. Your lips are half puckered by his grip, your cheeks smooshed against his fingers and thumb.
“Do not lie to me.” He sneers.
“M’sorry.”
“You’re sorry…?”
“M’sorry, my lord.”
“Better.” He hums, shoving you onto your back before releasing your chin, “Let’s try that again. Did you have fun flirting with Tarquin today?”
“Yes, my lord.” You answer honestly.
“I thought so. I could feel your mischief, tugging at that bond right here.” He places a hand on his chest, right over his heart, “Did you think you’d get away with it, sweetheart? Really?”
“No.”
“No? Then tell me, sweet thing, why would you offer to warm another man’s bed right before my eyes?” He taunts, his hands lifting to slowly unbutton his shirt. Every button revealed another patch of his toned chest to your hungry eyes, an effective distraction from his interrogation. “I asked you a question.”
“I wasn’t going to, Rhys!” You offer, his stoicism setting your nerves on edge, “I was just playing.”
“Just playing, is it? I see. Suppose it’s my turn to play then, don’t you think?” He smirks, his shirt falling to the floor.
He stretches his wings out behind him, groaning softly with the movement. Then he’s crawling over you, his back muscles shifting like an animal approaching its prey. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and anticipation flurries through you. Rhys looks… delicious. The hunger in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine that he stills by claiming your lips in a fiery kiss. Warmth explodes in your stomach, electricity shooting throughout your body at the ravenous way he kisses you.
Your hands shoot up to his raven hair, combing through it as you kiss him back. His tongue pushes between your lips, claiming, demanding, and you tug on his hair sharply in response. He grunts at the sting on his scalp, pulling back from the kiss to glare down at you. He collects your wrists in his hands before pinning them to the pillows above your head.
“Keep those there.” He commands, dipping down to nip at your jaw.
“You’re such a greedy thing.” He coos, his hands exploring over your body, “You have the High Lord of the Court of Night on his knees for you and you want to play around with other males?”
He tugs at your dress, pulling the material down your shoulders. His mouth leaves a hot trail of kisses down your neck, your chest, your stomach, and your breath is coming in quick pants now.
“Rhys, please…” You whine, making him let out a dark chuckle.
“You don’t get to ask me for anything tonight. You’re going to take what I give you and be grateful for it. Understand?”
“Yes, Rhys, I’ll be good, I swea–” You’re cut off by the sudden slap of his palm against your cheek.
“That’s not my name right now, sweetheart.”
“Yes, my lord. I’m sorry.” You reply, the ache in your core becoming more difficult to ignore with every passing second.
“Oh, that’s very good. Now keep still.”
His mouth dipped between your legs, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the inside of your thigh. The movement was so gentle, a stark contrast from how his hands gripped your hips tightly. It was a reminder that he loved you. It was also a warning; you’d receive no more tenderness from him tonight.
Not a moment later, his teeth dug into the flesh he’s just kissed, ripping a squeak from your lips. Your gaze dropped to where he rested, laying on his stomach, between your thighs. You were unsurprised to find him smirking up at you, his quick tongue darting out to soothe over his bite.
“Pretty mine.” He mumbled.
You whined in response, your hips attempting to push towards him to little avail with his grip on you. You dropped your head back against the mattress, biting your tongue gently to keep your impatient pleas to yourself.
“Whining already? Pathetic.” Rhys chuckled below you.
Heat flushed your cheeks, your body clenching at the words alone.
“It’s not my fault. It’s just what you do to me.”
You knew your words were just what Rhys wanted to hear as he brought his mouth to your core, flattening his tongue to lick one broad stripe against you. A sweet moan left your lips, your body shuddering at the feeling of him.
“That’s my sweet thing.” He coos, and then he presses his lips to you, his tongue coming out to drag small circles against your clit.
“Gods above…” You moan, his touch lighting your skin on fire.
His movements never falter, alternating between those deadly little circles and long, languid licks against you. He wasted no time, lapping at you like a man starved. You lifted your head to see his eyes flutter shut as he buries a deep groan into your cunt. On pure instinct, your hands shot into his hand, fingers tightening in the dark waves. Instantly, his movements froze.
“Rhys, wha—” You started, watching him pull away from you with a feral look in his eyes.
“I told you to keep still,” He growls, lifting a hand from your hips to wipe his mouth with tbe back of his hand.
“Messy girl can’t even follow orders.”
The heat in your body flared once more at the words, the tone of his voice, the tension in the bond. You slowly retracted your hands from his hair, an apology forming on your lips. You didn’t have a moment to speak, though, not as Rhys grabbed you roughly by your hips and flipped you onto your front. His knees bracketed your hips, his hands sliding up your back. One hand curled a fistful of your hair, yanking your head to the side.
“If you can’t keep still, I guess I’ll have to make you.” He murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your ear.
You panted against the sheets, wetter than you’d admit to anyone but Rhys. Not that anyone could blame you. You were nearly drooling as you watched Rhys settle above you, his tattoos shifting with his muscles, his wings half-flared behind him. The first nudge of his thick tip against your entrance had you whimpering.
“Who do you belong to, little thing?” He asks softly, rubbing his dick teasingly along your pussy.
“You, Rhys.” You mumbled, cheek smooshed against the mattress.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, one hand coming down to slap your ass, earning a moan from you, “Speak clearly. Use my proper name.”
“You!” You corrected sharply, blinking innocently at him as best you could, “You, my lord, only you. I swear.”
Rhys’ grin was wolfish at your words.
“Good mate.” He near snarls, finally pushing into you.
He takes you roughly, one hand holding your hip, the other still fisted in your hair. He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust before dragging his hips back and driving back in to the hilt. You cry his name, the power behind his thrusts making you rock against the sheets.
“Fuck, sweet thing, you’re so fucking tight.” He groans, his hips slamming into yours.
“Rhys, you feel so good!” You moan in response, your eyes rolling back in your head.
The feeling of his thick cock filling you over and over had you reeling. The sparks shot down the mating bond sent you spiralling. Every time Rhys fucked you, it was like the first time. You’d never get used to the feel of him, never get tired of it. He shifted his hips, grinding them down into yours. The change in angle had him pressing just right inside of you. You let out a loud cry, desperately gripping at the sheets beneath you.
“Right there?” Rhys asks mockingly, all too aware that he knows every inch of your body.
All you can do it nod frantically, rocking back against his thrusts. Rhys lets out a dark laugh behind you, rough pants and groans slipping past his lips along side it.
“Needy thing. Is this what you wanted from Tarquin? Huh?”
You shook your head, tears dotting your lashes as he continued to pound into you. Another harsh slap came down on your ass, a broken moan tearing past your lips.
“Use your words.” Rhys demands, his thrusts never faltering.
“N-No!” You struggled out, the coil in your gut curling tighter, “Just you, Rhys. Only ever you.”
“That’s right. My mate. Mine.”
“Yours!” You echo.
Every drag of his cock inside you had you teetering closer to the edge. You knew he could tell, too familiar with your body. The hand in your hair yanked, hard, pulling you up so your back pressed to his chest. You drop your head back against his shoulder, moaning loudly.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You gonna come? You gonna fall apart for me?” Rhys asks, his grip releasing your hip so his fingers can rub your clit in tight, quick movements.
“Yes…” You moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut as you rode closer and closer to your high.
“Go on. Come for me, mate.” He murmurs in your ear, his hips still snapping sharply.
You fall over the edge with a silent cry, tears dripping down your cheeks as you clench around him. Rhys swears in your ear, his thrusts faltering for only a second. You whimper as he fucks you through it, pushing you back down to your place face first in the mattress. A few more quick jerks of his hips and Rhys is spilling into you with a deep moan.
A smile graces your lips as you melt against the bed, breathing heavily. Rhys lays down on top of you, his own breathing deep and stuttering.
“My mate. You did so good for me.” He tells you, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.
“Yeah, well, you fucking wrecked me, mate.” You quip, though you doubt it sounds as sassy as you want to with how breathless your voice is.
“And you seem terribly put out by it.” He teases.
You chuckle, sliding one eye open as Rhys slowly pulls out of you. He stands, stretching his wings out and rolling his shoulders back. He’s gorgeous. His gaze rakes over you, taking you in appreciatively. Before he can get too excited again, he runs a hand through his hair, letting out a soft breath.
“Let me get something to clean you up. Water, too.” He offers.
“Maybe reschedule your meeting with Tarquin, too.”
He snarls, eyes narrowing at you.
“Do not say his name in our bedroom.”
“Touchy,” you tease, “My apologies, High Lord.”
“You’re a menace.”
“You love me.” You smile.
“That I do.” He answers.
That meeting never gets rescheduled, and maybe that was partially your fault.
𓇢𓆸 punishment (fully clothed dom!azriel x naked f!reader)
synopsis: azriel catches you about to touch yourself when he told you not to, so he takes it upon himself to punish you. meow.
warnings: smut, degradation, humiliation, oral (m!receiving), bdsm, f!mastubration w a sex toy
word count: 3,632
a/n: faeries be warned, it gets a little nAZty
azriel teased you all morning before he left on some official spymaster duty. you hated him for it. he spent all morning exploring your body with his big, strong hands, and rubbing your clit soft and slow before retracting his hand and saying he had to get ready.
of course, he had a smug smile on his stupidly gorgeous face as he did so.
“you’re such a dick, az,” you groaned at him as you threw your head back onto the pillow and turned on your side, tugging the plush comforter back up to your chin.
“i don’t know what you mean, i’m so sweet to you princess,” he replied like sarcasm was his mother tongue.
you made a ‘hmph’ noise and stared out the the balcony doors that you leave slightly ajar every night, inviting the cool air of the night court inside.
once azriel had all his spymaster gear on, he circled your bed and crouched down to meet your gaze.
his hazel eyes looked so warm and inviting in the cold morning air. you wished he would just stay home and cuddle you all morning. you also wished he would’ve fulfilled your sexual desires after making you so wet, but alas, your mate loved to tease.
he moved some hair off your face and leaned in to press a soft kiss on your forehead, then your nose.
it should’ve been a sweet gesture, but your thighs squeezed together at the sight of your mate all dressed in his spymaster attire.
his lips curved upwards ever so slightly, then he spoke, his voice hardly above a whisper.
“you’d better keep your hands out of your panties until i get back, understood?”
you rolled your eyes, then nodded your head.
azriel’s eyes darkened.
“use your words.”
“yes az, i understand.”
“good. if i come back here and smell the slightest bit of arousal on you, you know i’ll have to punish you for not listening, right?”
“mhm.”
suddenly, the gentle hand that was moving hair out of your face was now gripping your jaw.
“use. your fucking. words.”
“yes azriel, i know you’ll have to punish me if i don’t listen.”
gods, this was going to be so hard. he already had you soaked.
“good girl.”
he released your jaw and held your chin in his hand, scanning your face in the dawn light. then he rose, and without another word, walked out the door.
it’d only been about seven minutes since azriel left, and it was getting harder and harder not to touch yourself by the second. you decided enough was enough. tossing and turning in bed daydreaming about how good your mate fucks you was obviously not going to help.
you got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom, but as soon as your bare feet hit the cold, purple tiles, you froze.
you and azriel keep your sex toys in a gorgeous velvet box in one of the bathroom cabinets, but right now your dildo was upright against the tub. not only that, but as you tiptoed towards it, you noticed it was glistening a bit…
it couldn’t be… you were now only a foot away and crouched down so the toy was in line with your vision. cauldron…your suspicions were right…your mate had covered his favourite toy to use on you in his spit…
gods, he was totally taunting you. he knew you’d see it. he knew everything you’d do. he knew he teased you enough to be horny out of your mind this morning, he knew you’d only stay in bed for a few minutes after he left before getting too restless, and he knew you’d make your way to the bathroom first thing and see his little, gift.
he’s so evil for doing this, you thought. how could you resist this? how could you see his spit coating your dildo and not immediately drop your panties?
you knew you’d get punished if you did, but he couldn’t have possibly done this if he didn’t want you to cave, right?
besides… wouldn’t he be angry with you for letting it go to waste? you loved anything to do with spit. whether he was spitting in your mouth, on your pussy, or on your face as he railed you from behind. sometimes he’d spit on his own dick and watch you lick it while he praised you.
all these thoughts running through your head made it so much worse.
fuck it. you dropped your panties and climbed into the spacious tub, grabbing the toy by the base so as not to ruin azriel’s lewd masterpiece.
you spread your legs and rested your ankles over the edge of the tub, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.
the tip of the dildo had hardly touched your pussy when a voice came from the doorway.
“what are you doing?”
you gasped, eyes flying open and legs shutting closed.
azriel was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
“az, i–i thought you had a mission,” you choked out, trying to seem as casual as possible with a spit covered dildo in your hand.
“no. postponed. rhys said something came up,” he replied, relishing in your embarrassment.
“oh…okay…great,” you smiled awkwardly, wondering when he’d start interrogating you.
“what are you doing in the tub?”
“umm, i was going to take a morning bath.”
“no you weren’t. you hate morning baths. you only bathe in the evening.”
fuck. maybe you should come clean at this point.
“alright, az, fine. i saw the little present you left for me and i was going to use it.”
“oh, i see... then use it.”
your eyebrows raised.
“what?”
“use it. i mean, i obviously knew you would, but i didn’t think i’d make it back in time to catch you. i’m thanking every god that things worked out this way, though. it’s so much more enjoyable.”
you were so taken aback that you just stared at him, not knowing how to respond, or what you should do next. thankfully, he started speaking again.
“don’t worry sweetheart, i won’t interrupt. show me how you were going to use it.”
you finally realized what he was doing. your punishment was starting already. it was supposed to happen after the mission, but with the mission being postponed, it was happening now, before you could’ve even done the thing he was going to punish you for.
you slowly assumed the position you’d been in before he startled you. with the spot your tub was in, your pussy was directly facing him.
as soon as your ankles spread apart, his gaze immediately fell to your wet cunt.
he pushed off the wall and began stalking towards you with his arms still crossed.
he stopped once he reached the edge of the tub and you felt so vulnerable in this position; naked from the waist down in your bathtub, with your fully dressed scary-spymaster mate looming and towering over you.
the excitement took over and rushed straight to your pussy, making it shine with your arousal. though it was a vulnerable position, there was no one you felt safer with and no one you trusted more than azriel.
he looked back into your eyes and spoke.
“go on, what are you waiting for? certainly you’re not waiting for my permission, because if that were the case, we wouldn’t be here right now, would we?”
you shook your head and immediately regretted doing so. you forgot how azriel needed verbal confirmation.
he gripped the edge of the tub and leaned over it, spitting on your pussy.
“what the fuck did i tell you about using your words?”
“i’m sorry,” you said quickly “no, we wouldn’t be here right now if i was waiting for your permission.”
he hummed in response.
after another beat of silence, you moved the toy against your pussy and let out a breath as you slowly pushed it inside.
you shuddered at the feeling of azriel’s spit coating your pussy inside and out. you moved the dildo in and out at a steady pace, the sound of your wetness like music to azriel’s ears.
you opened your eyes and saw azriel’s knuckles practically go white with how hard he was gripping the edge of the tub, still bent over it to look at you.
“look me in the eyes,” he ordered, “i don’t want you to ever take your eyes off me unless i tell you to.”
“yes sir.”
“good job sweet girl,” he narrowed his eyes, “i think you can go a little faster for me.”
“yes sir,” you repeated and started pumping the toy in and out at a quicker pace.
he growled at the sounds your pussy was making on the dildo and how his spit was covering you.
you arched your back and let out a moan.
“aww, does that feel good?”
“y-yes, az, it does,” you moaned out.
“keep going,” he said as he stood up straight and circled the tub so he was now behind you.
he reached down and grabbed the hem of your thin tank top, pulling it swiftly over your head.
your nipples went hard against the cool air, and you swore you heard azriel let out the quietest ‘holy fuck.’
he returned to his position at the front of the tub, watching you fuck yourself faster.
“azriel, i wanna cum, can i please?”
“no, baby, you can’t. as a matter of fact, i want you to stop.”
gods, he can’t be serious.
“what? please az i’m so close, please.”
“alright, well it’s your choice. you either stop now, or you keep going and cum, but, that would mean i wouldn’t let you cum for the next two weeks for being such a greedy slut. up to you.”
you groaned in frustration and stopped moving your hand, pulling the dildo out of you slowly and setting it down in the tub.
“smart choice. the first one you’ve made all day.”
you scoffed at his sassiness, and watched as he casually strolled back into your bedroom, leaving you alone on the edge of an orgasm in the tub with your legs still spread.
when he didn’t say anything, you rose and made your way into the bedroom after him. he was sitting on the edge of your four poster bed, leaning back on his hands.
instinctively, you wanted to cover your naked body, but then he started speaking again.
“come here.”
such a simple command had your pussy soaking all over again. you walked over to him and stood between his spread open knees.
“sit,” he ordered like you were his puppy, so you sat down on your knees.
you thought he was going to take his illyrian leathers off, but he didn’t even unbutton his pants. he only unzipped them, and pulled his already hard dick out (yes he’s wearing underwear before y’all start😩y’all know how men’s underwear has that little pocket so they can pull their dick out? yeah).
once his long, veiny dick sprang free, he sat back on his hands again. you couldn’t take your eyes off his dick. it was perfectly in your line of sight and you wanted to softly lick the precum off him.
“look at you, practically drooling over my dick like a proper whore.”
you wanted to respond, but this felt more like a statement than a question, and it was true.
“go on, suck.”
you wasted no time leaning forwards to attach your lips on him, but as you went to grab his dick, his shadows bound your wrists together behind your back and you pouted at your mate.
“did you forget this is your punishment? no hands tonight pretty girl, only that slutty mouth, okay?”
“yes sir.”
he nudged his head so as to say ‘start sucking’ and you obliged, leaning forwards and licking long, wet stripes up azriel’s dick.
his breathing got heavier as you put his tip in your mouth and sucked on it repeatedly, letting your saliva drip from your lips and down his dick.
azriel groaned and involuntarily bucked his hips up slightly, urging you to take more of him in your mouth.
you looked up at him and nearly came at the sight. something about him still wearing all his spymaster gear and only having his dick out, whilst also looking like he wanted to fuck you till you cried made for an artpiece only you got to see.
you moved your head further down his dick and sucked more and more of his length, making sure to run the tip of your tongue along every vein.
his groans were music to your ears. every sound that came out of him made you suck him harder, faster, and messier.
after sucking him off like this for another five minutes, you felt him twitch in your mouth.
he grabbed your hair to keep your mouth on his dick as he rose from the bed, and you scooted back on your knees to accompany the new position, never letting your pace falter on him.
you thought he was grabbing your hair to guide you on his length, but instead he pulled your mouth right off him.
“open. stick your tongue out.”
he wanted to cum on your tongue and watch you swallow it.
you opened your mouth wide and flattened your tongue as you stuck it out as far as possible.
azriel groaned deep and low as he jerked himself off a few times before painting your tongue with his warm cum. it coated your tongue entirely; azriel’s perfect aim ensured none of it went to waste.
when he’d pumped every last drop onto your tongue, you looked into his eyes as you slowly curled your tongue back into your mouth and swallowed hard.
he let out a sigh at the sight of you, naked with your wrists bound, tongue covered in his cum, happily doing whatever he tells you to.
“gods, see sweetheart? you know how to be so good for me, why couldn’t you do that earlier? hm? when i told you not to play with yourself?”
“i’m sorry az, i just couldn’t resist a dildo covered in my mate’s spit.”
the two of you remained in the same position, you on your knees and him standing over you.
“yeah? you like my spit that much?”
“yes sir i do,” you said, nodding eagerly, because it was true, duh.
“show me.”
he leaned over and held your face in both of his hands, and you opened your mouth again instinctively.
he hovered his lips over your mouth and spit inside, and you swallowed, then opened your mouth for more.
he gave you what you wanted and spit in your mouth again, and you swallowed, then opened your mouth for more.
this time it didn’t go over well, though. azriel slapped your cheek, only hard enough to hurt in the good way.
“don’t be so greedy. stand up.”
you propped yourself up on your knees then stood up.
“turn.”
when you turned around, you were facing your bedroom mirror. six feet wide and eight feet tall. the perfect size to be able to see everything your mate was going to do to you.
“bend over.”
your thighs rubbed together in anticipation. you leaned forward but struggled a bit because you were used to bracing your hands against the mirror, but they were still bound behind your back by az’s shadows.
you strained your wrists against his shadows and made a faint ‘hmph’ noise.
“aww don’t worry my precious mate, i’ll hold you so nice and close, you won’t even need to use your hands.”
he positioned himself behind you, using his feet–which were still in his boots–to spread your legs further apart.
then he grabbed your upper arms to steady you, and finally slid his dick into you, antagonizingly slow, as you moaned in harmony.
“you’re gonna be a good little slut for me and take what i give you, got it?”
“yes az, but, please, i want your clothes off. please, i wanna see you.”
he kept his dick in you without moving, and you knew better than to fuck yourself on it, especially after your bold request for him to get naked.
he practically laughed right in your face.
“are you serious? i give you all the freedom in the world to do as you please, and the one time i ask that you not touch yourself, you lose all self control at the sight of a pink silicon dick with some spit on it? and you think you deserve to see me naked? you hardly deserve to cum. you should be fucking thanking me for even giving you my dick right now.”
well, that could’ve gone worse, at least he was still going to fuck you.
“you’re right, i’m sorry az, thank you.”
with that, he tightened his grip on your upper arms and started pounding into you.
you yelped out in pleasure as the feeling of your mate’s big, relentless dick stretching and filling you made your head spin.
bound by his shadows, completely naked, and at his mercy while he fucked you like he hated you, even though you knew he loved you with all his heart.
his hips snapped against your ass and filled the room with clapping sounds.
“cauldron, your pussy’s squeezing me so good, leaking all over this dick like the good whore you are.”
“mhm,” you choked out with a smile.
he kept his pace, pulling you by your arms onto his dick whilst thrusting into you.
“yeah? you like it you slut? does that feel good?”
“yes az, i love it,” you gasped, “it feels so, so good.”
“good girl, what do you say?”
“thank you azriel.”
“‘thank you’ for what?”
“thank you for punishing me.”
he released your arms causing you to fall forward and fold over in half. he replaced his shadows with one of his hands, holding your wrists together and using them as leverage while he continuously pumped his dick into you.
his other hand found your hair and grabbed it, lifting your head up to see yourself in the mirror.
gods, you really did look like his own personal whore. bent over naked with your wrists bound and hair pulled as your fully clothed mate fucked you harder than anyone you’d ever met.
“look at you, baby, look at what a pretty slut you look like for me.”
you couldn’t take it anymore. the clapping sound of skin on skin was starting to sound more wet, like a plap, plap, plap, because of how soaked you were.
“azriel, azriel can i please cum?”
“no. don’t you fucking dare.”
you whined as azriel didn’t let up on anything. his pace only got quicker and harder, his grip on your wrists and hair only got tighter, and his growls only got louder.
“azriel, fuck, i can’t hold it much longer.”
“not yet baby girl, shut up and take it.”
baby girl. you knew that when azriel switched from calling you his ‘whore’ or his ‘slut’ to his ‘baby girl,’ it meant he was close. he always called you endearing names when he was close to cumming, for whatever reason.
“mmh az you feel so good.”
“yeah your cunt loves this dick doesn’t it?”
“mhm, my cunt gets so wet for your dick sir.”
the moan he let out sounded feral. you couldn’t hold on much longer and you knew exactly what your mate needed to hear to get him to cum quicker.
“gods, you ready baby?”
finally.
“yes, az, give it to me. i want you to fill me up.”
“take it, take it, take it,” he repeated with each final thrust, as you both came in unison, shaking and letting out guttural moans.
you felt his cum spill into you as you shook on his dick with your orgasm.
after a few moments of catching your breath and panting, you started getting uncomfortable in the harsh position you were in.
you twisted your body a little in his hands and let out a soft, whiny ‘az.’
he understood immediately.
he released both your hair and your wrists, and then slowly pulled out of your pussy. he scooped you up in his arms and sat down on your bed, holding you against his chest.
“are you okay, sweet girl?”
“mhm, i really liked it,” you responded with your head leaning on his chest, eyes feeling heavy with sleep already. nothing put you to sleep quicker than rough sex.
“you know i love you so much, right?”
“i know az, i love you too. i’m sorry i didn’t listen to the rules.”
he chuckled softly.
“baby girl, you know i didn’t want you to listen to the rules.”
“well next time save the theatrics and just rail me.”
another soft laugh, then he kissed your head and rubbed your arms and thighs soothingly while he held you.
“i want to fall asleep, az.”
his shadows danced across his body, and his spymaster attire was gone.
you cozied into his warm, tan chest, smiling.
“cauldron, you’re adorable. you’re gonna be the death of me,” he said, moving the both of you back under your plush comforter.
“aww, death by cuteness?”
“absolutely,” he kissed your head again and you looked up at him.
his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, like he couldn’t decide which to stare at.
you put your hand behind his neck and pulled him into you, kissing each other gently, with so much love.
“i love you azriel.”
“i love you too, princess.”
you nuzzled back into his chest, inviting in the warmth of your bed where the two of you napped until noon.
synopsis: what it would be like to be mated to everyone's fav redhead, lucien vanserra
warnings: some smut!
word count: 1,158
being mated to sassy puppy-boy lucien includes…
🐺 ⋆｡˚ him letting you (and only you) brush his hair and try out different battle braids; he likes one braid down the back, but you love the way he looks with two
🐺 ⋆｡˚ watching him wade into the river to catch fish with his bare hands (iykyk) just because it turns you on so much
🐺 ⋆｡˚ him refusing to let eris and beron ever meet you. he’s still traumatized because of what happened with jesminda, and now that he’s mated to you he’s more protective than ever. you don’t even know what his family looks like besides descriptions of them (i’ll let y’all decide whether or not you know about helion 👀)
🐺 ⋆｡˚ trying to give him handjobs under the table every time you’re out together; sometimes you think you’ve won until he sneaks his fingers between your thighs and onto your clit. he’ll tease you by looking at you confused and asking something like ‘is everything okay, princess?’ while you struggle to keep a straight face and not squirm against his fingers
🐺 ⋆｡˚ this usually leads to fucking like rabbits the second you make it back home
🐺 ⋆｡˚ him putting together flower bouquets for you. you’ve caught him in the garden sometimes, clipping different flowers and holding them together to see if they’d match nicely. he even gets different silk ribbons shipped in from velaris just to wrap them for you and deliver them to you himself. ofc you always beam with admiration when he pulls out a fresh bouquet from behind his back
🐺 ⋆｡˚ playfully insulting each other as one of your love languages. you’ll call him an idiot and he’ll call you a smartass in return
🐺 ⋆｡˚ bath time bath time bath time! you and lucien loooove taking baths together, especially after a hard day, you’ll take turns rubbing each other’s shoulders and washing each other’s hair. his gorgeous, red hair turns a dark auburn colour in the water and you love washing it for him. sometimes it stays gentle and sweet, with the two of you holding each other close and pressing soft kisses to each other’s skin, but other times what starts as a sweet bath turns into lucien slutting you out on the edge of the tub and making you cum on his dick over and over again
🐺 ⋆｡˚ backshots af. backshots in bed. backshots on the couch. backshots on his office desk. backshots in the bathroom at rita’s. backshot quickies during missions. backshots in the morning. backshots in the middle of the night. backshots by the river where he catches fish with his bare hands. backshots in tamlin’s bed just to piss him off. it’s your absolute favourite position. lucien loves grabbing and slapping your ass, he loves pushing your back and face down so your ass arches even higher. you both love the plap, plap, plap sound of your ass and wet pussy snapping against his v-lined hips
🐺 ⋆｡˚ long runs across the court. much to your dismay, lucien loves cardio. he’ll take you on hours long runs with him to stay in shape. he always agrees to shift into wolf form and let you lay across his long back on the way home though
🐺 ⋆｡˚ trying to convince him to shift into wolf form when he doesn’t have to. you adore lucien in wolf form because of how beautiful he looks. his coat is such a gorgeous and shiny shade of auburn, and his eyes are still entirely his own. you love how playful he is with you, and when he’s really vulnerable he’ll even let you give him head and tummy scratches
🐺 ⋆｡˚ spooning and cuddles galore. there’s no way in hel you’d be able to fall asleep at night without being tangled in lucien’s limbs. his long hair draping over your face has become like a second blanket that you can’t live without. you both take turns being the big/little spoon, but your favourite way to cuddle is face-to-face with his arms holding you close to his chest. he’ll drape one arm around your waist and the other will be behind your head, pulling it into the crook of his neck and stroking your hair. your legs fit perfectly together like tangled vines that need each other to keep growing
🐺 ⋆｡˚ shopping sprees! lucien’s dick literally gets hard at the thought of spending all his money on you. you’ll drag him into every clothing and jewelry store and make him watch your fashion shows before he buys you everything you touch. the lingerie stores are where it gets risky; if you try on anything in yellow (his favourite colour on you) he’ll have to do his absolute best to try not to rip it off you right then and there. most times you hope he fails because it means you get to be railed in the fitting room while he makes you watch yourself in the mirror
🐺 ⋆｡˚ a looong list of pet names. some are sweet, like ‘baby,’ ‘princess,’ ‘my love,’ and ‘sweetheart.’ some are reserved for freaky time, like ‘my perfect little whore,’ ‘good puppy,’ and ‘my dumb little slut’
🐺 ⋆｡˚ sitting in his lap while he reveals more and more about his past to you. it’s hard for him to open up and vent, but since being mated to you, he’s finally found someone he trusts and feels safe with wholeheartedly. you wrap your arms around his neck and play with his hair reassuringly, listening attentively and letting him get everything off his chest
🐺 ⋆｡˚ being as protective over him as he is over you. y’all don’t play about each other!
🐺 ⋆｡˚ gossipping and giggling all night. sassy-lucien is your favourite lucien. when you two had first met the inner circle, you stayed up for hours gossiping about them and the different rumours you’d heard. one time, the two of you couldn’t stop mimicking something stupid cassian said in his ‘i’m trying to sound scary and threatening’ voice and had to cover your mouths to keep him from hearing
🐺 ⋆｡˚ lazy morning sex. the soft, orange sunrise compliments lucien so well, you two usually don’t get out of bed for hours after waking up. he’ll spend a whole hour just working away at your pussy with his tongue and fingers, giving your clit soft kisses and sucks while two of his long fingers move and twist in and out of you. he loves hearing your soft moans and seeing your back arch. then he’ll fuck you slow and deep in missionary so you can watch each other’s flushed, fresh faces and give each other kisses all over
✶⋆.˚ synopsis: it's your first calanmai since being mated to tamlin, and you've convinced him to let you participate in the great rite
✶⋆.˚ warnings: smut, degradation, spanking/slapping, spitting, restraints/bdsm, (kinda) public sex
✶⋆.˚ word count: 3,756
✶⋆.˚ a/n: first tamlin smut! enjoy <3 open to requests and feedback!
The past nine months in the Spring Court have been the best of your life. Obviously, it was a hard adjustment at first, seeing as the fae lands are different from the mortal lands in every way possible.
Tamlin makes everything worth it though. He worships you and treats you like a goddess. He lets you do whatever you want whenever you want, and never says ‘no’ to you unless you’re about to put yourself in danger, like that time you thought you could take on Beron when he came to argue with Lucien.
By now you’d heard lots about Calanmai, and the thought of the Great Rite excited you way more than it scared you.
You were a pretty sexual person even before you met Tamlin, but he took your sex life to places you’d only dreamed of.
You and Tamlin were something like sex connoisseurs; you loved being adventurous and trying new things. Most of the time, you two wouldn’t even fuck in bed, you prefer somewhere with a view like your favourite green, grassy knoll overlooking the river.
There was something lively about rolling around in the fresh smelling grass with Tamlin and inviting the feeling of the outdoors all over your naked bodies. The smells of the colourful flora and fauna mix with the smell of sex and leave you and Tamlin giving each other orgasms for hours.
You also love when Tamlin gets rough with you. So rough that his wolf form threatens to jump out in the form of snarls, fangs, and claws, but he knows to never go too far.
You love it when he bites and spanks you, when he chokes you and spits in your mouth and on your pussy.
When he told you about Calanmai for the first time, you nearly jumped with joy. The thought of Tamlin being under the influence of powerful magic and therefore fucking you harder and more wild than he ever had made your panties already wet.
There were lots of long, tough, and tiresome conversations about Tamlin’s worries about you participating in the Great Rite. He was scared of hurting you whilst under the influence of the magic.
It made him feel better knowing you liked that kind of pain. The two of you trusted each other and loved each other so much that mixing pain and pleasure was a regular occurrence during sex; it always got you soaked and made him harder than ever.
Eventually, Tamlin agreed. Now all you had to do was wait.
When the day finally came, you spent it putting in some extra preparation for Tamlin. You knew tonight was special and different, so you wanted to make sure you treated it that way.
You slathered your hair in a conditioning mask, doused yourself in that peony perfume Tamlin bought you for your six month anniversary that made him practically salivate when he smelled it on you, and covered your skin in buttery-soft moisturizer that made you glow.
You wouldn’t see Tamlin until the Great Rite, as he’d be busy preparing for all the other rituals of the day.
When the drums began calling, you almost mistook it for the beating of your heart which was pounding in anticipation.
You took one last look at yourself in the mirror before running out the door, and maybe you should’ve contained your excitement a little better because you slammed right into Lucien on your way out.
“Cauldron! Slow down!”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry!”
You both exclaimed in unison as you collided, Lucien steadying you with his hands on your biceps.
“Sorry,” you panted again, “I’m just excited to see Tamlin, do you think I look okay?”
He released your arms, took a step back and looked you up and down, as though he was really examining your long, flowy, white dress, which, knowing Lucien, he totally was. You were more-so hoping for an obligatory ‘Of course! You look amazing!’ from your mate’s best friend.
He met your gaze again.
“Hot,” he said with a cocky smile.
You rolled your eyes and smiled kindly in return, then began following the sound of the drums.
Entering the cave felt like entering a new world. One that hides in the pocket of your already strangely existing one and only reveals itself once a year, on this night.
The walls were dimly lit by candle sconces, and the fae of the Spring Court lined the walls, every one of them watching you pass by. Their eyes seemed so clouded, their mouths hanging slightly open like they were only semi-conscious.
You did your best to avoid their gaze and focused instead of the literal light at the end of the tunnel. The cave opened up to a grand foyer, complete with a chandelier, carpets, more wall sconces, and the largest four-poster bed you’d ever seen.
Tamlin stood at the foot of it in nothing but thin white pants, cut from the same cloth as your dress.
The realization hit that you were expected to complete the Great Rite with everyone watching. You swallowed, but kept walking towards Tamlin, whose long hair shadowed his face in the dim light, this was the first time you were nervous.
The cold, stone ground felt soothing against your bare feet. The drums were still beating when you finally reached arm’s length of Tamlin, his head cocked to the side and his hazy eyes fixed on you.
Finally, you were within inches of him. He was so much taller than you that your eyes met his chest and you hesitated to tilt your head up and meet his gaze.
After what felt like an entire minute of the two of you standing there, Tamlin spoke.
“Mate,” he said, not asked.
It gave you enough courage to finally look up.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he reassured, probably sensing your newfound nerves, though he spoke very slowly and quietly.
“I know,” you whispered.
He took a step closer, your bodies threatening to graze against each other.
He dipped his head into your neck and took a long, slow breath in which made you shudder.
“All mine,” he growled.
He placed his hands on your hips and pulled at the fabric of your dress.
“Tamlin,” you interrupted, grabbing his hands.
His eyes shot straight to yours.
“Do we have to…I mean are you going to…Um, are we gonna, do it in front of everyone?”
Tamlin broke eye contact and looked around the cave as if it was the first time he noticed there were other fae there; as if he thought it had just been the two of you alone because he was entirely consumed by your presence.
Once he’d scanned the room, eyeing everyone like he’d rip them apart if they so much as breathed at you wrong, he fixed his eyes on you again.
“Hold on to me,” he ordered.
Hold on to me. Tamlin only said that before he was about to shift into his wolf form and take off running.
Oh shit. As soon as it clicked, Tamlin was in wolf form in the blink of an eye and you found yourself over his body just in time as he began taking off through the cave.
You flashed past all the fae lining the walls, all of them seeming too deep in their hazes to even care. Either that or Tamlin was running past them so quickly that you didn’t have time to stop and see their faces. The candles all blew out too.
Once outside it felt like you could finally breathe again. The atmosphere of the cave was way more intimidating than you anticipated, and you were just thankful Tamlin was still himself enough to recognize your unease and make you more comfortable.
You rested your head on Tamlin’s soft back and clung your arms tightly around his neck. You knew exactly where he was taking you: the infamous grassy knoll you’ve had sex on a million times.
Your eyes struggled to focus on the flashes of bonfires and dancing fae with how quickly Tamlin was running, so you shut them instead.
Your eyes only opened once Tamlin slowed to a stop. You sat up and slid off his back as he shifted back into fae form and stood in front of you again, the same way he had in the cave.
“Better?” he asked.
You nodded eagerly and smiled at him. This kind of privacy makes you much more comfortable. No one ever comes up here, mostly because they know their High Lord fucks his mate here all day and night.
Tamlin tucked your hair behind your ears, and you went to do the same to him but he grabbed your hand. He brought it to his mouth and kissed your hand and fingers slowly and delicately, then moved his big hands to your hips again, bunching up your dress.
“Don’t say a word unless I tell you to, understand?” Tamlin spoke quicker now, as if the cave’s effective aroma was the reason he was drawing his speech.
You nodded your head. Next thing you knew you were being whirled around and placed softly on the grass, stomach down.
Tamlin’s body hovered atop yours as he braced himself on his hands and leaned down to whisper in your ear, the push-up position making you squeeze your thighs together.
“You’re gonna take what I give you tonight, aren’t you?”
You nodded.
He moved his face even closer so that his lips were grazing your face.
“Such a perfect mate for your High Lord, helping me make sure our Court is the most beautiful of them all.”
You smiled, and nodded again.
He sat back on his knees and bunched your dress up over your hips. You didn’t bother wearing panties on an occasion such as tonight.
Tamlin grabbed your hands rather gently and brought them behind your back. You rested your cheek on the soft, cool grass, and heard the sound of your dress being torn. Then, Tamlin was using the shredded fabric to tie your hands together.
“Sorry about your dress sweetheart,” he said dryly, “I’ll buy you ten more just like it.”
You couldn’t help but giggle and kick your feet a little.
“Keep smiling my love, you might be crying by the end of this.”
That should’ve sounded daunting, but it just made you more wet.
Tamlin placed both of his big, strong hands on your ass and let out a breathy moan. You pursed your lips in anticipation, slightly arching your back to lift your ass up higher.
He spread your ass apart, and the cool breeze felt calming on your exposed pussy. Tamlin started kneading your ass before landing a firm slap on one cheek. You let out a small yelp to which Tamlin responded with another slap.
He kept this up, slapping and kneading and slapping and kneading until your wetness started making its way down your thighs.
“Perfect. All ready for me,” he purred. You smiled to yourself again in excitement.
Tamlin lowered himself onto his elbows again, bringing his left hand to your jaw and turning your head to look back at him. His right hand was stroking your hair.
His eyes seemed to glitter and you let yourself get lost in them. You let out a gasp but maintained eye contact as he slowly slid himself into you. He seemed to shudder slightly but kept his composure.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he said, and you tried to nod as best you could with your throat and head in his hands.
Tamlin pressed his lips to yours and kissed you slowly, sliding his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you passionately and with hunger as he started moving in and out of your pussy.
You fought the urge to moan into his mouth, but you couldn’t help letting out a soft wail, hardly above the sound of a whisper.
Tamlin kept pumping in and out of you at a moderate pace, but pulled away from your lips. He lifted himself onto his hands, the new angle urging him to fuck you faster.
The lush hills began to fill with the sound of your mate’s hips snapping against your ass.
“Look up at me,” he said monotonously, and you craned your chin to the sky to see Tamlin looming over you, his eyebrows furrowed.
The position your head was in made it nearly impossible to keep your mouth shut, your lips were parted and your eyes were on the verge of rolling.
Tamlin took advantage of this and spit into your open mouth. Once, twice, three times. He put one hand on your head and pushed your face into the grass.
“Now swallow,” he ordered, and you did gladly, “good job,” he said in the monotonous voice again, for some reason it turned you on more than his usual eager voice. The sternness with which he told you what to do made it so easy to listen.
He kept his big hand sprawled against the side of your face and you inhaled the smell of the blades of grass that tickled against your nose. That, mixed with the smell of sex was sure to make the Spring Court flourish.
Tamlin spread his legs further apart on either side of you to fuck you deeper. He steadied himself on both palms again and started pounding into you hard. You bit your lip to keep from moaning.
He, on the other hand, let out throaty moans, deep and low. He growled and let his fangs form as he kept fucking you hard and fast.
You wanted so badly to fuck yourself back onto him, but with your wrists still bound behind your back there was nothing you could do but take it.
Tamling lowered himself onto his elbows, his body so big that his head is directly atop yours and he clasps his hands together in front, trapping you beneath him.
Tamlin’s scent filled your senses and the excitement made your body twitch.
“Don’t you fucking move,” he growled, and lowered his chest to your back so his body was pressed on yours, but he held back from putting all his weight on you so as to not squeeze all the air from your lungs.
His pace never faltered. Whether he was on his hands, elbows, or pressed onto your back, his hips kept the same fast, rough pace, slamming into you and making you more and more wet with each thrust.
“You’re doing such a good job my mate,” he praised in your ear, “I’m gonna give you some more okay?”
You nodded your head quickly and silently.
Tamlin grunted as he pulled out of you; like it pained him and took every ounce of self-control to stop fucking you.
He swiftly turned you onto your back and grabbed beneath your knees, spreading your legs all the way up to your head, then plunged back into your pussy at the same relentless pace.
The new angle made you moan, loud, despite your best efforts. You could feel Tamlin so deep inside you it felt like his dick was gonna split you in half in the best way.
You let out another throaty moan that was cut off by Tamlin’s palm making contact with your face.
“What did I fucking tell you? Hm? Don’t start misbehaving now.”
“I’m s-sorry,” you strained in between strokes.
His hands were still pushing on your thighs and you were mesmerised by the sight of him sliding in and out of you repeatedly, to which he took notice.
“You like it baby?”
You nodded, lips flushed and parted.
He moved one hand to grab a fistful of your hair and pull your head forwards so you had a full, clear view of him pounding into your soaked cunt.
“Keep watching, you slut. Keep your eyes on my dick,” he instructed, and you happily obeyed.
Each time his long, hard dick slid out of you, it was slick with your wetness. You were making a complete mess on him and he loved it. The wetter and stickier your pussy got, the harder and faster he fucked you.
Tamlin ripped what was remaining of your dress off of you, exposing your hard nipples to the cool air. He bent down to kiss and bite and suck at your neck, marking your skin with his love and lust.
He moved his head down lower to your breasts and gave them the same attention. One hand was roughly palming at your breast as his lips, teeth, and tongue worked on your other one. Then he switched, making sure to leave your jawline, neck, chest, and breasts covered in hickeys.
Not being able to moan was pure torture. All you wanted was to moan and scream, and to grab and touch him.
Not to mention you felt like you were gonna cum at any second; your pussy started clenching around his dick.
Tamlin obviously felt it, since he can feel every single little change in your body.
“Not yet princess, if you cum now the Rite will be over. Be a good slut and wait for me.”
You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything else besides how amazing Tamlin was making you feel. What would happen if you came before he did rather than cumming together? You hated yourself for not asking more questions when you had the chance, and you didn’t wanna ruin Calanmai and especially be the reason your beautiful home Court doesn’t flourish.
Your pussy kept clenching around Tamlin in an attempt not to cum all over him, which ended up working in your favour.
“Cauldron, keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna spill myself into your tight cunt.”
He pumped and pumped and pumped himself in and out of your drenched pussy, the wet slapping noises getting sloppier.
Tamlin let out a low moan, “Ready baby?”
You nodded.
“You gonna lay still for me and take it?”
Another eager nod.
“Good slut. Let out your pretty noises for me now baby.”
Gods, finally. You let out every moan and squeal and groan as Tamlin fucked in and out of you a few more times and spilled his warm cum deep inside you, keeping his hands on your thighs to ensure that your cunt stays on display for him.
You groaned in unison as you orgasmed and shook intensely on his dick, cumming for what felt like a full minute straight.
Your bodies glowed and shone with a golden, shimmering light that started at the roots of Tamlin’s head and spread down his body, onto yours, then onto the grassy knoll and across the entire Court.
Cheers and applause could be heard in the distance; the people of your Court celebrating that the Rite has been completed.
After your body and brain calmed down from your orgasm, you looked to your mate who was already looking at you.
You were scared to speak first for some reason, but Tamlin just kept looking at you, still buried in you.
You gathered your bravery and whispered, “Are you okay?”
He nodded slowly, and pulled out of you gently. You moaned softly as his cum spilled out of you and dripped down your thigh and onto the grass.
Tamlin rolled you onto your stomach and you turned your head to the side to look at him. He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to your cheek, temple, and forehead as he freed your wrists from their restraints.
He kissed each wrist before releasing your hands and rolling you back over, then sitting beside you.
You couldn’t help but think he was acting strange, but you blamed it on Calanmai.
“Are you okay?” You asked him again.
“I’m okay,” he finally said.
He sat cross legged, still naked and so were you. He reached his arms out and pulled you into his lap sideways. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stroked his hair.
Disappointment washed over his face.
“What is it, Tamlin?”
He didn’t answer for a few moments, just kept scanning your face.
Then, he spoke: “I hurt you.”
Oh Gods, this is exactly what he was afraid of when you’d first brought up participating in the Great Rite.
“No no no, Tamlin I promise you didn’t, I swear. You made me feel amazing. That was amazing, Tamlin,” you reassured him, grabbing his face between your hands.
“You’re sure?”
“You always know when I’m lying, Tam.”
“That’s true,” he smirked, and you smiled with relief that your mate was more like himself again.
“You will have to carry me all the way home though, and you’ll probably have to carry me around for the next few days,” you giggled.
“Yeah? I’ll throw you over my shoulder everywhere I go, maybe give your ass a few spanks for making me do so much heavy lifting,” he teased.
“Wow Tamlin, I thought you’d be tired of my ass after all that kneading and spanking a few moments ago.”
“Please, I could never tire of any part of your body.”
He started eyeing you up and down which made you shift in his lap.
He dragged his eyes back up to yours after scanning your naked body.
“Want some more, baby?”
“You still have more in you after that?”
He chuckled, “Sweetheart, it’s Calanmai, I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up.”
You smiled and squealed a little as Tamlin lifted you up so you were straddling his lap.
He held your face in his hands and planted a firm, long kiss on your lips.
“Thank you for helping me make our Court beautiful,” he told you, as his eyes began to turn back into their hazy state.
“Anything for my mate,” you replied sweetly.
“I’m about to test that,” he said.
Tamlin sure as hell kept his promise. He fucked you in every position possible and together the two of you came over and over until the sun came up.
You woke up to the warm, orange sunrise, laying on Tamlin’s chest. The two of you must’ve finally passed out last night, and spent the whole night resting naked on the grassy knoll in each other’s embrace.
You titled your head up to find your mate still fast asleep, and decided you’d lay your head back down and get some more sleep too, basking in the feeling of contentness all around you.
And, Gods, you couldn’t wait for next year’s Calanmai.
✶⋆.˚ tags: just realized the person who requested this was anon so i hope you see this post diva <3
synopsis: some blurbs on what it would be like to have sex with THE umbra mortis <3
warnings: smut, degradation, spanking, dirty talk
word count: 539
a/n: full honesty moment: i was too lazy to write a hunt smut so i did blurbs instead hehe sorry faeries <3
sex with hunt athalar includes…
𓏲🪽showering you in praise. hunt knows how much you love praise and reassurance, especially when he’s being more rough and dominant. he’ll lean in close to your ear and tell you things like, “you’re taking me so well sweetheart,” “stay right there for me, you feel so good,” and “that’s a good slut, keep going”
𓏲🪽switching positions a bunch of times. hunt wants you to feel him inside you from every angle, and the change in said angle has your eyes rolling back each time he pounds in and out
𓏲🪽spanking spanking spanking. we all know hunt is an ass guy and he needs to spank and grab and knead your ass whenever he takes you in doggy. you love how good it stings every time his big, open palms land on your ass. when you’re horny you lay over his strong legs, wiggling your ass, and hunt will smirk knowing you want him to pull your shorts off and spank you till you’re red
𓏲🪽bringing his fantasies about your nightstand drawer to life: hunt knows you keep your vibrator in there and loves to use it on your clit while he fucks you in missionary, looking at the faces you make as he slides in and out at a slow pace to tease you
𓏲🪽gym sex! you and hunt love each other’s sweat covered bodies. a workout session usually ends in hunt bending you over one of the machines and snapping his hips against your flushed ass
𓏲🪽him eating you out while you watch your fav reality dating shows together. thankfully shows like fangs and bangs are pretty low-stakes and don’t require your full attention, which was good considering hunt made your head spin when he’d spit on your pussy and suck your clit. sometimes he’d tease you by making you keep your eyes on the tv, stopping anytime you looked at him
𓏲🪽cumming twice before he does, not because it takes him forever, but because he likes to make you cum once on his fingers and once on his tongue before making you cum a third time on his dick
𓏲🪽hair pulling! hunt loves grabbing a fistful of your hair while railing into you from behind and hearing you scream out in pleasure. you enjoy returning the favour by leaning forward and pulling on his hair when you’re bouncing on his dick, earning a moan from him
𓏲🪽filming yourselves,, you and hunt love setting up one of your phones on the nightstand and putting on a show. sometimes you’ll watch them during sex and hunt will tease you by saying, “look at what a good whore you are on camera for me, my slutty little actress,” which leaves you frantically nodding in agreement while he fucks you
𓏲🪽aftercare! after you’ve fucked each other’s brains out, hunt loves running a bath for the two of you and holding you in his lap in the warmth of the bubbly water. he’ll gently wash your body, face, and hair whilst whispering loving words to you and pressing kisses to your temple and shoulders. you often find yourself dozing off in the comfort of it all, and waking up warm and dry in your bed, wrapped in his muscled arms
synopsis: you and cassian have been sleeping together for a while now, and feelings have begun to stir between the two of you. you're known by the ic to have quickies in public, and preparing for battle was no exception.
warnings: smut, slight degradation, public sex
word count: 1,708
a/n: first cassian smut! i did not proofread this so i apologize in advance for any typos! let me know what you think <3 happy reading <3
You and Cassian’s situationship consisted mostly of being unserious together, which sometimes got you two in trouble.
Everyone knows what a horny batboy he is, and being on the skirts of a battlefield was no exception.
The two of you were standing at a table full of weapons and shields, grabbing the weapons of your choice and tucking them into their holsters in preparation for battle.
The sound of heavy, slow footsteps getting closer behind you could only belong to one male. The strong, calloused hands that roamed over your fighting leathers confirmed it.
“Cas, are you seriously feeling me up right now?”
He brought his mouth to your ear, still standing behind you.
“I can’t help it, you look so good in your fighting leathers. You look like an Illyrian and you know I love it.”
You smiled up at him as he walked around you to meet you face-to-face.
He added, “You also know how much adrenaline I get before going onto the battlefields.”
It’s true, but he was excluding you.
“Umm you know how much adrenaline i get before going onto the battlefields Mr Lord of Bloodshed.”
He laughed lightly and put a big hand behind the small of your back to pull you closer to him, and your stomach filled with nervous butterflies.
Even though you and Cassian had slept together a bunch of times, you actually got more butterflies now than you had the first time he took you to bed.
All because of this stupid thing called “feelings” and “attraction” and “love.”
You knew he was likely catching feelings for you as well from the way he started acting more romantic at times when he usually wasn’t.
Lately, whenever you would have sex and he had to leave early the next morning, you began waking to the smell of breakfast right at your bedside and a note from Cass saying how much he “loved last night” and wishing you a restful morning. Sometimes he’d even stick some wildflowers in a cup as an awkward but loving display of his affection.
It all made sex more meaningful.
Now here you were, about to head onto the battlefield again and all you could think about was how badly you wanted him to take you from behind and get you all riled up for the killing spree that was about to ensue.
Cassian looked into your eyes and tilted your chin upwards before planting a slow kiss on your lips, making you squeeze your thighs together.
Cassian smiled slightly, “That won’t do anything sweetheart, you think I can’t smell how wet you are?”
You blushed and buried your face into his chest before meeting his gaze again.
“Take me somewhere.”
You didn’t need to say anything else. He scooped you up bridal style and flew up and out of the preparation center, above the battlefield, and behind a huge mountain of boulders.
“Do you think Rhys will get mad?” You questioned.
Cassian scoffed in response, “You think Rhys can tell me what to do or something? Plus we’ll be quick baby, we always are,” he finished with a wink.
You smiled at him, then the two of you wasted no time throwing off your clothes. The weapons you just strapped to yourselves moments earlier all hit the ground with a clanging sound.
The second your final item of clothing hit the ground, Cassian’s hands were on you.
He gripped your hips and flipped you so your stomach was pressed against one of the large boulders.
“Gods, I’ve been so feral for you lately, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He growled in your ear.
His hard, thick dick was slipping in and out of your thighs, your pussy getting him nice and wet.
“Maybe you’re just obsessed with me Cas,” you responded, breathier than you were hoping for.
“Yeah? Is that what you think? Is that why you were practically drooling when you asked me to take you somewhere? Is that why you’re leaking all over my dick right now?”
You giggled in response, letting him know he won.
“Okay maybe we’re obsessed with each other,” you countered.
“Let’s test that theory,” he said, spreading your ankles apart with his own feet and finally pushing himself into you.
You both groaned out in pleasure and you wasted no time planting your palms on the boulder and using it to push back and fuck yourself on his dick.
“Fuck Cas, that’s so good,” you moaned out.
“Yeah? You’re doing so good sweetie, keep fucking yourself on my cock like that.”
You moaned his name in response and kept your pace, but after a while, you begged for more.
“Aw c’mon baby, I thought you said I was obsessed with you? Doesn’t it seem like it might be the other way around? Hm?”
Gods you hated him right now. He was teasing you and it was tortuous when all you wanted was to be railed against this big ass rock.
“Okay fine, yes, I’m the one who’s obsessed, just please fuck me.”
“Hmm, I don’t think I’m satisfied with that answer.”
He gripped your hips to stop you from moving altogether. You squirmed in his grasp trying to push yourself onto his dick again, but his hands were too strong.
“Cas, please please please,” you whined.
“Say it like you mean it sweet girl,” he said in a serious tone.
You angled your head to look at him, seeing nothing but lust and hunger in his gorgeous eyes.
You put on your best, pouty, doting looking face and said, “Please Cas, I’m so obsessed with your dick and I need you to fuck me until I cum, I need you so, so bad.”
His chin rose slightly in satisfaction.
“Atta girl,” he said, and finally began pulling your hips against him at a rough and fast pace, fucking you like you finally wanted.
You braced your palms on the rock for leverage this time, and Cas was fucking himself into you so hard that the side of your face and your breasts were completely pressed against the cold stone.
Cas must’ve noticed this when you did because he grunted a ‘c’mere baby’ before using one hand to pull you against his chest by your hair, the other hand still gripping your hip and dragging you back and forth on his long dick.
The vast scenery was totally still and quiet, except for the sound of Cassian’s hips snapping loudly against your ass which bounced like water every time his hips made contact.
He released his grip on your hair to use both hands on your hips again and work himself into you.
You fell forwards against the rock on your palms again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt your orgasm starting to build.
“Fuck yes Cas, just like that, please don’t stop.”
“I won’t sweetheart, you feel too fucking good to stop. Do you feel me? Hm? Do you feel me deep in your pussy sweet girl?”
You moaned out in response, which Cassian didn’t receive well.
He slapped your ass and demanded, “Use your fucking words or I won’t let you cum.”
“Yes, yes Cassian I feel you so deep in my pussy it’s so so good,” you desperately panted.
“That’s it, good girl, take this dick.”
His grip on your hips was so firm, you knew there’d be proof of his desire for you in the form of bruises there.
Each thrust felt like heaven. You could feel every inch, every vein, and though his dick was the only thing inside you, you swore you could feel his entire body.
“Cas, I think I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too sweetheart, you just keep being good and taking it for me okay?”
“Y-yes Cas,” you responded.
A few more thrusts and his hips began to falter and twitch. You held in your orgasm so that you could cum together.
He finally released your hips then leaned forward, towering over you and bracing his palms on the boulder, right beside yours. All whilst still pounding into you.
The new angle had you squealing, “Cassian, fuck! I’m cumming!”
“Me too baby, that’s it, let it out for me.”
As he commanded, you both came undone together, you shaking on his long dick and feeling his hot cum fill you up so perfectly.
The two of you stayed in the same position, panting and gasping for air before Cassian slowly began sliding out of your sensitive heat.
It was perfect timing the way the horn sounded right when the two of you had finished. You knew that horn meant it was time to head onto the frontlines, and you looked at Cassian.
“Fuck, we should go.”
You nodded, and the two of you silently and frantically scrambled to get all your fighting gear back on.
You were still lacing up a boot when Cassian scooped you up and began flying back to meet everyone.
When you landed, the Inner Circle was already waiting for you in formation, battle faces stamped on each of them.
Rhys spoke first: “You two really need to stop fucking before serious events.”
Cassian had an arm around you and you looked down at your messily laced boots in embarrassment.
“C’mon Rhys, quit acting like you and Feyre weren’t fucking in every nook and cranny you could find,” Cassian defended.
Rhys smiled ever-so-slightly, thinking over all those times, whilst Feyre gave a warning glare that said she wouldn’t hesitate to throw her shoe at him.
Azriel broke the silence, “Alright, enough small-talk, it’s time.”
You all headed to the frontlines of the battlefield, the opposing side looming over the hill, readying themselves as well.
Cassian grabbed your hand and leaned down to whisper in your ear: “Rip off the heads of at least 50, and I’ll eat you out for two hours straight.”
Your whole body perked up at the thought. You looked right into his eyes and confidently answered, “Deal,” before running into battle with the energy of the powerful fae-being you were, and with all the confidence your soon-to-be mate provided.
Let’s just say, Cassian’s jaw was definitely put to work that night.
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ "good morning, high lady" soft!rhys x f!reader
synopsis: you wake up beside your mate at dawn and spend the morning snuggling and expressing your love for each other, which leads to #RIDINGGGGGGG
warnings: smut, spanking, dirty talk, defs a more mild smut
word count: 1,521
a/n: first solo rhys smut! sometimes the softer, milder smuts are more fun to write than the freakier ones lowkey, but i hope you all enjoy and i'm open to requests!
You woke up to the sunrise shining into your mostly purple bedroom, and inhaled the clean smell of the air, and of the cedar coming from your mate beside you.
You rolled over to look at Rhys, sleeping on his back with his hands neatly folded on his chest.
He looked so beautiful and peaceful like this that it nearly made you want to cry.
You sighed in admiration, and he stirred and opened his deep purple eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the dawn.
Moments like these were your favourite, when he seemed so mundane and human.
He stretched a long, muscled arm around you and pulled you into his chest, wrapping your back with his wing so you wouldn’t be too cold in the crispy morning air.
Plus, the two of you always slept naked, so the morning air is usually extra cold on your skin.
“Good morning, High Lady,” Rhys said in his raspy morning voice.
You always blushed when he called you that, and this time was no different.
You nuzzled your face into his chest.
“Good morning, High Lord,” you responded.
He stroked your head and placed a kiss on the top of it.
“Nothing in the world makes me as happy as waking up with you does.”
Your heart melted and you lifted your head to look at his sleepy face.
“Me too, Rhys, I love you.”
“I love you.”
You crawled atop his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, laying directly atop him.
His strong arms mirrored yours and wrapped tightly around your waist, one broad hand running up and down your back.
Your legs tangled with his and the two of you laid there for a moment, holding each other and being grateful to have one another.
Not everyone got to wake up beside their mate and feel the safest they’ve ever been, so it was important to acknowledge and appreciate that.
The sweet smell of your room and your mate, the feeling of his warm skin against yours, his hands running up and down your back, and his occasional kisses on your head were filling your stomach with butterflies and love.
The soft glow of dawn filled your room and Rhys was whispering sweet affirmations with his sleepy morning voice that turned you on so much.
Your hips started to stir and another feeling started creeping up in your core.
Skin-to-skin with Rhys wasn’t enough, you needed him buried deep inside you.
You lifted your head again and he opened his eyes once more to meet yours.
You smiled and kept rolling your hips around.
Rhys made a small noise, and moved his hand to the base of your neck, pulling you gently towards his lips.
You kissed him soft, deep, and slowly.
Your lips moved in perfect rhythm with each other and Rhys tugged your bottom lip softly with his teeth which made you moan into his mouth.
You felt him get hard immediately against your pussy which was moving perfectly atop him.
You spread your legs so that each of your knees was on either side of him, and lifted your hips up a little to align his dick with your entrance.
Rhys pulled away from your lips and pressed his forehead to yours.
He loved looking into your eyes when he first slid into you; he loved the way you always gasped lightly and parted your lips, and this time was no different.
You sunk yourself down on him, eyes fluttering shut and lips parting with the whisper of a gasp.
Rhys let out a shaky breath too, and kissed your nose.
Once he was fully nestled into you, he grabbed the back of your head and you laid the side of your face in his neck.
He kept stroking your hair, and you kept your arms wrapped around his neck as you moved your hips back and forth on his long, thick length.
He wrapped his Illyrian wings around you to keep you warm, and because he knew it made you feel more safe.
The room began to fill with the sounds of yours and Rhys’s gentle moans as you sleepily rode him in the quiet of the dawn.
His dick slid in and out of you but you wanted him deeper.
You unravelled your arms from your mate’s neck and sat up on him, your nipples instantly getting hard in the cold.
“Cauldron, how are you real?” Rhys asked, shaking his head as he took in the sight of you naked atop him, sleep still written on your flush skin.
You smiled and braced your hands on his chest, adjusting your legs a little.
Rhys ran a hand up your thigh and to your lower stomach, he pressed against it and your mouth fell open at the added pressure.
“Do you feel me right here, sweetheart?”
You nodded your head rather quickly and he smirked a little.
“Good girl, keep riding.”
He moved both hands to your thighs and gave them a squeeze signaling you to keep going.
You used your hands that were firmly planted on his strong chest for leverage as you bounced your hips up and down on him.
Your moans got louder as the effect of the position change had Rhys hitting the spot every time your hips snapped back down to meet his.
He let out deep moans at the sight of his High Lady bouncing on him with desperation and desire, your boobs bouncing up and down with you had him in a trance.
“Fuck Rhys, you feel so good,” you moaned out as you threw your head back in pleasure and never slowed your pace.
“Sweetheart, you feel so good. Your pussy is squeezing me perfectly and you look fucking beautiful.”
His words only made you bounce even quicker, both of you chasing your orgasms.
Rhys moved his hands from your thighs to your hips, helping you ride him by lifting you even higher off his dick so that only the tip remained, then loosening his grip and letting you fall back down onto him so he was buried inside your cunt.
“Oh my Gods, Rhys,” you breathed out.
“Don’t stop.”
You didn’t dare stop when you were both getting so close to release, but your thighs were starting to get tired and wobbly from riding him so fast, and Rhys could sense your pace starting to falter.
He sat up a bit and moved his hands from your hips to your ass, squeezing and slapping it which motivated you to pick up the pace again.
“Thats it, sweetheart, you’re doing amazing,” Rhys praised.
“Rhys,” you panted, “I’m getting so tired.”
You didn’t need to explain any further for Rhys to know you wanted him to take over.
Your arms found their way around his neck again and your lips crashed into his as he squeezed your ass tightly and bounced you up and down on his dick.
You let all your weight fall into his big hands as he lifted you up and down by your ass.
You moaned into each other’s mouths and let your tongues collide, swirling and sucking.
Rhys pulled away an inch and kept his mouth open.
You knew what he was asking for.
He kept bouncing you up and down on his dick, stretching you out and fucking you so deep and fast.
You gave him what he wanted and spit in his mouth.
He smiled and slapped one of your ass cheeks which had you shoving your tongue in his mouth again.
He moved his hands and wrapped them entirely around your waist, pulling you atop his chest again and falling back onto the sheets.
He lifted his hips up to meet yours and fucked himself into you as you finally came and started shaking with your orgasm on his dick.
You pulled away from his lips.
“Rhy-Rhys I’m cumming.”
“I know, sweetheart, good girl, cum on this dick,” he finished as he spilled into you, moaning with the pleasure of release.
You felt his hard dick twitching inside you as he filled you with his cum.
You collapsed on top of him and he held you close, both of you breathing heavy and sweating a bit.
After about five minutes, you slid off his dick but remained atop him, and felt your eyes getting heavy with sleep again.
“Can we sleep in a little longer?” You asked him.
He chuckled softly.
“Of course, sweetheart. It’s only dawn after all,” he kissed your head yet again then added, “You did amazing, are you okay?”
You nodded and shifted atop him, tangling your legs in between his.
“Good,” he said, “Get some more sleep, I love you so much.”
You let out an exhale at the overwhelming feelings of adoration for Rhys. How was he this loving and perfect?
“I love you too, Rhys, so much.”
He let his wings spread out to the side and let out an exhale too, closing his eyes.
You closed your eyes and fell asleep again to the sound of his loving, beating heart.
