tw: size kink, bit of dacryphilia, overall this is nastyyy
something about having you under him, squirming and helpless, makes azriel go feral.
it's the way you look so small compared to him, the way you are incapable of doing anything because he's just too strong and you can't fight back even if you want to.
the fact is, that no matter what size you are, he is big. all those hours passed in the illyrian camps training pay off. his hand alone could cover a good part of your back. and his cock... it's a struggle everytime, but oh man if he doesn't take pleasure in seeing you struggling.
the first time you two fucked, he had to strech you out with his fingers first. and when he saw how much you struggled with just one of his fingers, he knew it was going to be a tight fit. your walls barely capable of fitting one single finger, he couldn’t imagine how you could have taken his cock, but you did. you take it like a good girl every time.
"you can take it, baby. yeah..." he groans. "you can fucking take it. just like that..." the room is filled with the thick smell of sex, your little cries overpower the sound of skin against skin. you might almost feel embarrassed by the sounds coming out of your lips, but azriel's cock is fucking you so well it sends your brain to mush. zero thoughts behind your pretty eyes.
and azriel loves fucking you. loves watching as your face scrunches in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his cock stretching you out, breaking you in an half. he mutters praises under his breath, his eyes fixated on your tummy that bulges with every thrust, the line of his cock visible through your skin. "look at us, baby. fuck... look at us." he moans, forcing you to look at where your bodies meet. pretty tears stream down your eyes, overstimulation kicking in. you're so full you can feel him in your stomach.
he watches in wonder, completely intoxicated by you and amazed by how much of him you can take.
azriel is addicted to the power he has over you, too. the way he could throw you around like a toy, holding you in place just how he likes.
"c'mon baby, just a little more..." he whispers, supporting you with those strong arms. your back touches his chest, you can feel the wild rhythm of his heart against your back. your legs tremble, exhausted. "give me one more, just one more... i promise."
every time he says something, even tho your head is disconnected, your body can somehow still register his words, your walls clenching automatically around his girth, making him groan.
his hand presses against your tummy, feeling the bulge makes him twitch inside of you. the pressure causes his cock the hit even deeper, hitting spots that make you see stars. "keep clenching around my cock, sweet girl." you sniff, little incoherent prayers fall from your lips. you don't even know what you're begging for. "gods, gonna ruin you for everyone else. you're fucking mine."
summary: These are my headcanons for some of the ACOTAR men as Daddy Doms, featuring Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Eris, Tamlin, Lucien, and some bonus character drabbles at the end! (Helion, Kallias, and Tarquin)
word count: 4k in total, each character is under 1k
author's note: This was not self-indulgent at allllll nooo. If you’ve read my stardew fics you’ll know I’m a big fan of this one. If this kink isn’t your thing, please do not read! All characters are adults in this fic. If there is a character you don’t like, please just don’t read them. This took a lotttt of time for me to make :) Hope y'all enjoy and freak with me.
Warnings: Pretty much everything in the tags below, use of term daddy, use of term s/ut, degrading, knife use (no blood), some dubcon (alcohol)
[Tags: Reader is an ADULT female, DDLG dynamic, d/s, male control, exhibition, brat taming, face sitting, overstim, shadow play, very public sex, squirting mention, light degradation, primal, chasing, drunk/sober power play, eating out, forced orgasm, sharing partner, breeding, praise]
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Rhysand | Rules and Punishments
Being Rhys’s sub is a lifestyle. He’s the type to have your outfits picked out for you each day, a combination of things you bought for yourself with his credit card, and some things he just had to see you in. He cares about appearances, and he needs his girl dressed to the nines whenever he takes you on his arm through the streets of Velaris.
Disobeying Rhys earns you fast punishment. He understands that sometimes you want to test your boundaries, but he’s quick to nip that in the bud before you start believing you can act as you please. He’ll have you bent over the nearest semi-private surface, fucking you to tears until he’s certain it won’t happen again.
If friends are around when you break the rules, though, he has no qualms with letting them watch. After all, it's very inappropriate to embarrass him like that, so you must have wanted them to see you having your behavior corrected.
“Darling, I thought I asked you to change before Cas and Az got here.”
You held out a little tray of sandwiches, an assortment of cucumber and ham and cheese. It was Guys Night tonight. This morning, Rhys had laid out two outfits for you. One was a more modest sundress for when the boys came to visit, the other was a sexy little skirt he loved to see you in. You had forgotten to change, but you hoped your thoughtful behavior would distract him.
“I forgot to change, I was busy making these for you,” you said with a sweet smile.
Rhysand’s shoes clicked across the dark wood floor of the Townhouse as he approached you. He took the tray of food and set it aside, his hands immediately falling to your hips. Your frilly skirt was short. Far too short for company.
“What do you think?” He asked his friends, eyes never leaving your barely concealed plush thighs. You hadn’t realized they were here yet. You thought you still had time…
Cassian and Az stepped out of the shadowy hall and into the cozy den, eyes on your smooth legs and wide hips.
“I think it's downright scandalous,” Cassian said, unhelpful as always.
“I’m sorry,” you cut in, trying to silence Cas.
“Ah, ah, ah. Hush. You know the rules. When I ask you to do something, you do it.”
“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, baby, Daddy needs to know you understand him.” With easy strength, Rhys had you bent over the arm of the couch in seconds, broad hand pinning your face into the navy fabric. The two Illyrian males lurking in the room chuckled as he drew up the back of your little skirt. You knew they were aware of your… dynamic with Rhys, but this was something else entirely.
“I don’t even have to take it off of you, that’s how short this skirt is,” Rhys murmured darkly as he tugged your panties down with one hand, the other already unzipping himself. “You must have really wanted our attention, hm?”
“No, Daddy, I didn’t, I swear…” The sound dragged from your lips, warping into a moan as Rhysand filled your pussy in one thrust.
Somewhere in the background, Azriel sucked in a breath at the sight, and Cassian laughed wickedly. You quickly lost track of them, though, as Rhysand began to thrust. The couch scratched across the floor with every movement of his strong hips, likely leaving scuffs, but he would show them off with pride.
Rhysand thrust harder and hit your spot dead on, drawing out a squeal from you. “Oh, she likes that,” Rhys said with a smug little laugh, one hand digging into your hip to hold you steady while the other gripped the nape of your neck, forcing you to take it. “Loves being put in her place in front of company.”
“I don’t,” you insisted, your little voice coming out quiet and muffled.
“Yeah, you do, your sweet pussy is dripping on the couch, baby. You better not cum…”
“I’m gonna,” you moaned.
“Should I let her?” Rhys’s grin was devilish as Azriel denied you.
“No, only good girls get to cum,” Az said, watching intently.
Rhysand leaned over your body to whisper in your ear as you trembled. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to Daddy.”
Cassian | Brat Taming
Cassian loves it when you push his buttons. He loves a good tease, feeling you touch him right before he goes out to train, giving him a hard on to deal with before he can go out there. He loves hearing you talk smack about how you’re bigger and stronger than him, even when you walk around utterly dwarfed by his broad shoulders and even broader wings.
He lets you talk smack up until you’ve pushed just a little too far, until no combination of innocent blushing and smiling can take back what you’ve said. That’s when he puts you in your place.
Cassian isn’t afraid to manhandle you into a mess of broken moans, fucking you until you’re singing his praises again and completely aware of your place. He knows how to make a bad girl want to be good, just to be rewarded with the rough fucking you wanted all along.
“Is that what you call a parry? Azriel’s blade nearly sliced you in half.”
“Did not,” Cassian called back, teeth bared in a snarl. The two Illyrians had been going back and forth at each other all day, sweating through their leathers, and you knew Cassian would not be in the mood for you. You just couldn’t help yourself.
“Have you tried actually hitting him? I hear that’s the easiest way to win.” You smiled smugly as he finally conceded the win, dropping his sword into the dusty training dirt.
Azriel held his hand out, shaking Cassian’s. Cassian smiled at his friend, taking the loss… remarkably well.
He turned toward you at the edge of the ring, stalking over to you. You were so distracted by the sweaty gleam of his muscled arms that you didn’t notice the look on his face. Angry, and maybe just a little hungry for you.
“That was pathetic- ah!”
Wordlessly, he scooped you into his arms, wings stirring up dust as he leapt into the sky, flying you back to the House of Wind.
“Cassian-”
“You’re a brat, you know that…” he muttered, carrying you straight to his bedroom.
“Duh…” you drawled. Your confidence only sparked his ire, and Cassian dropped you to your feet before shucking off his leathers. Mmm, he was gorgeous.
“Well?” he asked, leaning back on the bed.
“Well what?” You blinked, not quite understanding.
“Go on. You clearly want to be in control, telling me how to fight, pretending you know everything… so take control.”
Your eyes widened, cheeks going bright red as he lay there before you, cock hard and thick and standing proud. “You want me to-?”
“Yeah, come here and show me who’s boss.” He pointed to his face, his long hair splaying out around him as he lay back on the bed, wanting you to sit.
You didn’t move, frozen in place. You thought after all that he would be eager to pound you into the bed until you drooled, not… prove a point. Cassian smirked as you stood there. “What, not so high and mighty now, huh?
“No, Daddy…” you mumbled quietly, face completely red.
“That’s what I thought. Now come sit on my fucking face, little brat.”
You crawled onto the bed and his big hands lifted you by the waist as soon as you were in range. He settled you onto his face, his full lips slotting themselves against your clit as he began to lick and suck eagerly.
“Cas-”
“I know,” he said against your folds, breath caressing your sensitive skin. “You want this cock, huh?”
“Yes, Daddy…”
He slid a long finger into your entrance, curling it slowly. “Say please and maybe I’ll fuck you after I stretch you out."
Azriel | Overstimulation
Azriel may be quiet, but he certainly won’t rest until you’re anything but. He loves pushing you to every limit until you’re crying for him to stop, the pleasure much too intense for your body. Every plea for a break that he feels you haven’t earned only adds another orgasm to the tally.
And not only he feels this way, no, his shadows love seeing you fall apart. As an extension of Azriel, they naturally agree with his feelings, but they are somehow even more possessive and twisted than he is.
If you squirm before finishing your third orgasm, they’ll pin your legs apart for Az, keeping you wide open to his touch. If he’s busy fucking you, they’ll take care of your other sensitive spots, coiling around your nipples and suckling your clit until you scream.
“Not again, please, Az,”
“That’s one more.”
“Please, Daddy,” you corrected quickly, but the damage was done.
Azriel pinched your clit gently, a warning of what was to come. He loved watching you like this, frantic and mindless with pleasure, especially when you could focus on nothing else but his touch.
His shadows had settled over your eyes to block out the rest of his bedroom, where you stood pinned to the wall. Every drag of Az’s warm fingers up your hips and beneath your breasts tingled more than usual now that you were blind and unsteady.
“You can take it, I know you can. Just one more.”
“I can’t…”
“You’ve taken more than this before,” Az said, pressing teasing kisses to your clit. You had never hated being blinded quite as much as right now.
Pinned to the wall with Azriel kneeling before you… fuck, you wanted to see him. “You’re so cruel.”
“Cruel? I’ve let you cum twice, I think that’s pretty kind of me.”
“You made me cum twice…”
“I think that’s the same thing.”
“It’s not- ngh-” you whined as a cool, soft substance traced up your leg, dipping inside your cunt to curl inside you. “Fuck.”
Azriel hummed with pleasure. His shadow curled deeper into your core, searching for the sweet spots that made your eyes roll back. It seemed to purr as your cunt twitched and fluttered around it. “It seems they’re just as excited to see you melt…”
You gasped as Azriel licked up your clit, your temporary reprieve now over. You tried to pull your hands free, but they were secure. Silk-lined metal cuffs looped them above your head, where one of Azriel’s sickening seven inch knives pierced the metal into the drywall. Yeah, you weren’t getting free.
Sweat dripped down the back of your neck as he began to eat you out in earnest. Legs shaking, you struggled to keep yourself standing with every pass of his tongue over your swollen bud. His shadows became relentless, the one inside you tracing over your cervix and pushing against your walls.
“One more, baby, give Daddy one more.”
Eris | Exhibition
Allowing Eris to take on the role of being your dom would be an utter mistake. He’s far too cocky for it to be a secret. It starts with telling his men, until you hear whispers from the knights every time you pass by. A few weeks down the line he’s got you sitting half-naked on his lap while he lounges in his throne.
He doesn’t mind other people seeing what’s his. He wants everyone to know how beautiful you are, and just how pathetic you are for him. Every squirm cues another comment about how slutty you look. You’re desperate, and he knows it.
And if you’re that desperate, what’s stopping him from spreading you open right there in the throne room? He wouldn’t want his sweet little girl to suffer any longer…
“Behave, pet.”
“I’m trying,” you whispered. The dress you were wearing could hardly be called a dress. It was merely two swaths of fabric, curving down from your shoulders and over your breasts. It was only held in place between your thighs by an ever so thin gold belt. Gold, and red fabric. Eris always had you dressed in Autumn’s colors. His colors, now.
After killing Beron, he had seized you as his own, even before he had seized his lands.
“Trying to grind on me will get you punished, you know.” Eris rested his chin lazily against his palm, his other hand firmly gripping your hip. You couldn’t help but move, you were right on his cock. You felt it harden beneath your soft, barely clothed rear, but Eris remained apathetic toward your desperate wriggling.
He shifted, sitting up straight, but his eyes did not leave the crowded ballroom before him. You gasped he pulled a knife from his boot and snapped the thin gold band holding your dress together.
“Eris-”
“Hold still.”
You dropped your hands from where they had reached to clutch the fabric of your garment. In seconds, the yards of suede freed your breasts to the viewing pleasure of the ballroom.
A few males stopped dancing, but Eris waved a hand. “Continue.”
His command was firm. The dancing resumed, but more than a few stares still lingered on your body. They were drawn right to your thighs, where Eris was easily pulling them open.
“You’ve risked so much in disobeying me, I have to reward your efforts.”
“No-”
“Address me properly, or I’ll finger you until you squirt all over my throne.”
You mewled like a kitten as his thumb found your clit beneath a stretch of cloth. “Mmm sorry, Daddy…”
“And?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re such a stupid slut.” His fingers sped up just a bit, rolling at the perfect pace to have your muscles locking up. You shut your eyes to the hungry stares that came from every corner of the ballroom as two of Eris’s long fingers delved into your pussy, tightening on your spot.
“Eris, please-”
“I’m not stopping until they see you cum~”
Tamlin | Primal
Tamlin as a daddy dom would be soft with you one moment, and absolutely rabid for you the next. As a shapeshifter, he’s always in tune with his beast form, claws falling out the second he smells your arousal in the air.
He’s terribly gentle when you need him to be. He’s not shy about fucking you on your period or through your mood swings, and he knows how to give it to you slowly, coaxing out your pleasure over the span of hours.
Sometimes, though, he just can’t control himself. After hours of staying up with courtly business, just seeing you walk past him is enough to get his blood pumping. And if you run? He’ll chase you down. Through the halls of his massive manor, out and into the prim and pretty gardens, especially through the woods he knows like the back of his clawed hand.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing up?”
Tamlin's eyes flashed from within the dim light of his study, the green of his irises nearly simmering gold with magic.
“I couldn’t sleep, Daddy,” you said, a quiet whine for him. You had gone to bed in his nightshirt, missing the feel of him in bed. The long billowy fabric was nearly a dress on your body, his own stature making you look like a little doll in comparison.
He tilted his head up, scenting the lilac and fresh rain that clung to you. Instantly he was rising from his seat, the quill in his hand splattering onto his desk in a little puddle of ink. “Fuck, sweetheart… you smell like me.”
The warm faelight lamp behind him gilded his body, and you could see the silhouette of his claws slowly dropping free. He was careful not to hurt you, not unless you asked, but the sight of them was a sign that his desire was brewing.
You backed up a bit, and he stopped in his tracks. “Darling?”
As quickly as you could, you scampered out of his office space. Darting down the hall, you could only hope Tamlin would give you a headstart. A low growl echoing from down the hall was his affirmative.
Your bones trembled with delight at the sound. Tamlin’s voice was low and loud, only growing closer as you twisted through the winding corridors of the west wing. If you could make it to the ballroom, then you could lose him.
“Little Bunny~” he sang. His voice was perfectly steady, the complete opposite of your pathetic panting. Making it to the ballroom? You wouldn’t even last five minutes. “Gotcha.” A startled squeak escaped from you as Tamlin turned a corner in front of you, somehow having looped around to cut you off. “Did you really think you would get anywhere? Daddy always catches you.”
Tamlin threw you over his shoulder, towing you to the bed you were supposed to be sleeping in. “Naughty girl. Don't worry, you’ll be sleepy when I’m done with you.”
He carefully slid you down and into bed, nesting you in the thick downy blankets as he bullied his way between your soft thighs. His cock was hard, the broad tip leaking for you as he ducked down to lick up your neck. His nose was in your hair, then up against your soft skin. Any place within reach.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll never rid my scent from your body.”
Lucien | Drinking
Lucien would love making a mess of you with his charm. His roots are as a rake, and even though he’s settled down, he’ll never stop trying to make you blush as red as his hair. He loves bringing you to parties, flaunting you on his arm, and he also loves seeing you enjoy yourself. You’re so easy to fluster, it becomes a game to see how quickly he can have you begging to sneak off.
Part of his routine in enjoying a party with you might be turning a blind eye to how many drinks you’ve had. Lucien can’t help himself, you’re just so cute when you’re drunk and needy and hanging all over him, blushing at simple eye contact.
Once he’s gotten you alone, Lucien is all over you, feeding you pleasure until you can’t even form a sentence. His words are always full of praise, letting you know just how good you are, even if you can’t stand up straight.
“You can barely stand, love, we need to get you to bed.”
“I’m not tired.”
Lucien laughed at the way you poked your bottom lip out, just coherent enough to remember to sass him. A gentle hand cupped your cheek as he kissed it away. “Don’t be difficult, you know what going to bed early means.”
Your head snapped up, cheeks flushing as you gave him a giddy, lovestruck smile.
“Cute,” he said with a grin, half carrying you up the stairs and out of the throng of revelers. “We need to put a limit on how much faerie wine you’re allowed to have.” He gently tickled your sides, coaxing out a bubbly giggle. “On second thought, I don’t know if I could go without hearing your laughs.”
Lucien held you up as you crashed through the doorway, managing to bump into nearly every surface on the way to your shared bed.
“In you go.” You tumbled into bed and Lucien sat on the edge. He lifted your feet into his lap tracing the arch of the elegant kitten heels you had on. “My poor love, you must be sore.”
His deft hands unbuckled the strap of your shoes and he slid them off, pressing his thumbs to the arches of your feet to help you relax.
“Mm… feels good…”
“Does it?” Lucien pressed a soft kiss to your ankle, then carefully propped you up to peel off your silky dress. “Bet I could make you feel really good…”
The dress pooled in a pile at the foot of the bed, Lucien not pausing to fold it as he spread your legs out before him and dove underneath the covers. Your muddled mess of a head couldn’t understand what was happening, not until the flat of his tongue traced up your inner thigh.
“Ah!” Your yelp had him chuckling as he left love bites along your skin. “Gentle. Please, Daddy.”
“Well, when you ask me so sweetly…” Lucien’s warm breath grazed your folds as he kissed along the seam of your cunt.
“Not that gentle…”
“You’re awfully demanding tonight.” But he obliged you. His tongue dipped to circle your clit as he worked you to the edge. “My pretty girl.”
Bonus!
Helion | Sharing
Helion loves you far too much for his own good, and that means knowing exactly what you need, and what to give to you. He’s not the kind to turn down a night of fun, especially not when you look so adorable smushed between him and his men.
“Doesn’t he feel so good inside you?” Helion crooned, cupping your pretty, blissed out face in his hand. “You look so pretty taking your third load.”
“I need you, Daddy…”
His golden eyes glinted with mischief as he brushed tangles of hair back from your sweaty forehead. You had been like this, on your hands and knees on the floor of the training room, for well over an hour now. “You need me? I guess your mouth is still available…”
Helion knelt before you, powerful thighs blocking out the view of the sweaty, hungry figures surrounding you. You could only see him, dark gold skin and proud, heavy cock as he knelt in front of your face.
“Make Daddy feel good then, needy girl.”
Kallias | Breeding
Kallias’s first concern as a high lord has always been the children of his court, caring more about their safety than his own. He would love being a father, and would especially love the process of becoming one with your help. Even if you couldn’t have kids together, there’s just something about seeing you so full of him every night that drives him wild.
“Look at that,” Kallias growled, carefully pulling a little crystal plug from your used up pussy. His icy blue eyes traced your body, watching the steady dripping of his seed from inside you. “Kept it nice and warm for me, didn’t you, little love?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you chirped proudly. His long fingers slid through the sticky mess between your thighs until you purred.
“Are you ready for another round?”
“Another-?” That would be the third time this evening. Fucking like animals was the best way to ward off the mountain cold, but already you were sore…
“I’m not stopping until I see you with a cute little bump.”
Tarquin | Praise
Tarquin would take his role as your daddy dom so seriously. He will make sure that you never have to worry about feeling insecure again, that you are loved and taken care of at all times. Not only does he take care of you, he spoils you rotten.
“My love… you know you can’t wear something like that around me and expect me to be able to work.”
Yeah, that was kind of the point. He had been ignoring you all day. Not on purpose, of course, he had to do his job as the High Lord well. For your benefit, and for the benefit of your people. But he needed to learn how to take a break sometimes.
You perched on his desk, your soft rear almost completely exposed by the thin lingerie you had put on. “Pay attention to me now.”
He laughed, sitting back in his chair with an amused grin. He patted his lap. “Come sit, pretty girl. Let Daddy look at you.”
That was his mistake. Instantly you were straddling his lap, making sure to wiggle softly against his growing bulge.
“I should have known better than to leave you to your own devices for that long. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.”
Eris protecting young Lucien but it's teenager Lucien impulsively getting a stupid kinda hippie tattoo among the lesser fae and Eris saying "You either get rid of that NOW, or I will scrape it off of you."
Meanwhile, somewhere in the future, Eris and Lucien healing their relationship: "Do you remember when you got a stupid tattoo and I saw it before father did?", "Do you mean when you threatened to scrape my skin off?", "Yes."
