Mtl best at oral out of the bat boys and the Vanserra brothers
Ohhhh…normally we don’t let these thoughts out of the cage…jk lets rip this shit
Eris motherfucking Vanserra is good at eating pussy. He’s good at sucking cock too, to be honest. I’ve mentioned this before, but this man knows how to utilize his powers in the bedroom. Burning your clothes away from your body, he places you carefully on the bed. He almost has a routine, knows what makes you crack. There are times where he definitely switches it up, it’s not like he wants you to cum quickly, but he wants you to cum as many times as you can before he absolutely needs to stick his aching cock inside of you. Fire dances on the tip of his tongue in more ways than one, and there’s something about the way his mouth grows hotter and hotter against your cunt. You’re a writhing fucking mess for him, shouting and pulling his hair, clawing at his shoulders as he fucks you on his tongue. The fire with each flick of his tongue battles the one that buds in your body as you fall apart for him.
Azriel is a tease, as we could all probably guess. He loves those noises you make for him when you’re so close to cumming, only to whine and writhe desperately when he pulls away at the last second. He brushes his teeth gently across your clit, just enough to feel you shudder beneath his grip. He might be a man of few words, but just like when he does speak, all of the times he goes down on you are memorable moments. He’s slow and meticulous in this, slow, soft laps of his tongue can turn into a ravenous oral within seconds. He always keeps you on your toes, you never know what new trick he’s going to pull out this time.
Cassian isn’t the best, but he’s fucking enthusiastic. And when I say that he’s not the best, it isn’t because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Oh, he knows exactly where he wants you. He’s manhandling you, gripping your calf and tugging you to the end of the bed, splaying your eyes wide. His pupils are blown out as he strokes a thumb across your soaking pussy. His knees crack loudly against the ground as he drops to them, and he doesn’t wait a second before he’s face first in your cunt, licking, slurping, drinking you up like his life fucking depends on it. His eyes are locked on you the entire time, and he’s an unmovable force. It’s torture as much as it is pleasure. You’ve lost the ability to clamp your legs together because his hands keep them spread wide while he flattens his tongue and licks a harsh stripe from your ass to your clit. He could stay between your legs forever, and he’s cum just from eating you out, too.
Lucien…now this is a man that would take fucking care of you. Your pleasure is always his highest priority, no matter what. He uses pairs his long fingers with his tongue, utilizing more than just his mouth while you slowly melt into a puddle on the mattress. He’s a worshipper, thrives off of the noises you make. When he hits a certain spot that draws a delicious noise from you, he hones in on that spot, repeating the motion over and over until you cum. He can be soft and sweet, he can also be a tease, though he prefers the former.
Rhysand is a natural born leader. He commands your body like he does his court, with confidence and swagger. He’s using his words just as much as his tongue, drenching you with praises, between breaths, between tasting you. He’s pulling away from your throbbing clit to suck kisses into your thighs, marking you just as your scent is marking him. He’s possessive with you, needs you close, wishes he could be between your legs at all times. He savors every single moment with you because he does have a court to run, after all.
was rereading your bat babies works and a thought popped in my head, did jax ever get like panic attacks as a kid because of the empathy? if yes, does it ever get better when he gets older?
It was definitely difficult helping Jax navigate his powers, especially since empaths are a rare breed, and Jax came into his powers very young. Of course, it would have been an overwhelming experience with only a few people around, but with three older siblings, two parents, Rhys' entire inner circle in the mix? And the children that came after him? Talk about driving someone nuts.
Once you and Azriel realized that he draws the most from touch, his clinginess to Azriel made sense. We're talking about a man who has been smothering any and all emotion for centuries. Azriel is careful to let certain emotions through, and as a professional at doing just that, his stoic manner is calming to Jax.
Jax was often a recluse, still can be, but you and your mate researched every written record about empaths, and Rhys even tracked one down in the day court to provide assistance to little jax.
It seemed like just being in the day court had an effect of jax. the sun shining, people generally happier, especially on the beachy shores. as shy as jax was, the empath helped you and your mate both understand him better, and gave you exercises to help your young son.
anywho, long story short, yea, his power is extremely overwhelming at times and he's had panic attacks but learned quickly that everyone's emotions can overwhelm him and he's definitely had an identity crisis a few times, unsure if what he's feeling are his own emotions or someone else's. there have been times when he's pulled away from the family, finding solace far away, or in the sky, feeling free of the burdens below as he flies.
being an empath is definately not for the faint of heart, and he's caught you a time or two feeling terrible for doing this to him, despite it being a completely random thing. you couldn't have prevented it if you wanted to.
hockey Az makes me feral I stg. Like big hunky man get sweaty and breathing hard and slam man into boards. Score goal and point at his girl and wink. Gah he’s so delicious. Like just think about the post game adrenaline high that would make him fuck her in the empty locker room or shower. Oh god wb shower sex with the team in the locker room a room over bc he just can’t wait
no literally he makes me feral af too. like OMFG azriel PLEASE give us a break. i beg. sitting in the audience, few rows up because he can't have you too far away, not his lucky charm. he wants you nice and close, so close you can see every goal he dedicates to you, even man he lays out on the ice. you've never seen him so aggressive, so assertive, and if you keep squirming in your seat, no one around you needs to know it's because you're so hot and bothered by the man on the ice that you need relief ASAP. but you can't leave your seat, not when he looks like a god out there, effortless on his skates, a gleam in his eye. not when he glances at you every time he slips off the bench for his shift, the corner of his mouth tugged up into a sinful smirk you want pressed against every inch of your skin.
and no, he's not waiting around either. his erection has been pressing uncomfortably against his cup since the second he walked off the ice with you in mind, that hungry look in your eye.
he catches you in the hall, before the entire team trails in, tugging you into the locker room, quickly to the shower, where neither of you can keep your hands to yourselves, tearing at his gear, your clothes. the spray of cold water nearly has you jumping out of your skin, your nipples tightening with the chill, but azriels feral gaze is locked onto you, and he can't help but reach out and pinch the hard nub, can't help but latch onto it, rolling your nipple between his teeth.
and yeah...so thank you for that ask lol. imma just stop before i get too far ahead of myself 🥵🥵
Have you ever thought of like writing an argument between reader and the bat babies,I mostly think she would maybe argue w Zuzu but idk..😇
hmmm...no, to be honest i haven't really put much thought into writing a fic like this, but since i have the time rn to answer, i'll do that
I def think reader vs bat babies arguments would def most likely be between reader and baz or reader and zuzu. that's not to say there wouldn't be arguments with any of the other children, because i could def see a moment where reader and malos are arguing, but i think malos is too apathetic for it to really be an argument, and i see less in terms of arguing with jax vs a heated conversation....i think he's probably the best at articulating his emotions since he's an empath. our sweet little knox rarely gets into arguments lol. same with wren, i think he argues the most with his siblings rather than his parents tbh.
Maybe it’s just my experience but the bat boys can’t be good at sex EVERYTIME (they probs can)… but thoughts on any of the bat boys reactions to finding out you faked an orgasm 🤓?
Caught me in a feral mood now did ya?
Rhysand:
“I know you faked it,” he growls, pinning you to the bed with his hips. His hot length sits throbbing between your bare cheeks, and you can feel every taut muscle of his body as he holds you to the mattress with it, rippling with fury.
“Wha–?” you slur, breathless as the weight of him presses the air from your body. Your messy hair falls into your eyes as you lift your head from the pillow, blinking through your sleepy haze as your mate wakes you roughly. “I didn’t–”
“Don’t think that you can lie to me, darling.” His voice is everywhere, bouncing from the darkness as it echoes its Lord, vibrating through your chest and ears and head. Oh Gods, he’s in your head.
Your cunt clenches in response, the smell of your arousal sweet in the air. You smell like a fucking dream, Rhys thinks, dipping down to nip at the shell of your ear. You try to writhe beneath him but it’s no use, he’s too heavy and the movement only makes him press himself further into you, shifting, his cock slipping between the wetness of your thighs.
“You want it?” He asks roughly, hand sliding around your neck to lift your head as he presses the tip of his cock right into your wet heat, always ready for him to take.
“Yes,” you gasp, fingers curling in the sheets on either side of your pillow, body reacting in every way to him.
“You going to cum this time?” he asks, thumb trailing across the smooth skin of your throat. He feels it when you swallow the emotion threatening to bubble from your chest.
“Please, Rhys, I need–”
“Yes. Or. No.” He demands, dipping the tip of his cock into your cunt, coating himself in your arousal. You clench immediately but he’s already gone and you cry out.
“Yes,” you shout, body vibrating with the need for him.
He leans down, whispering in your ear as he shoves his cock fully into you, reveling in the way you feel around him. “That’s my girl.”
Azriel:
“Fake another orgasm again,” Azriel threatens, removing himself from between your shaking legs for a breath. His mouth glitters with your cum. “I dare you.”
You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it from him or even fake your way through your orgasm, you’re no actress. Azriel’s eyes had darkened immensely when he’d figured it out. It was easy, your moans weren’t as frequent and high-pitched, fingers weren’t clawing into his skin like you might pass away from the pleasure he was giving you.
Instead of a verbal reprimand he’d planted himself between your thighs, where his cum was still leaking from your cunt. It was the gleam in his eyes that gave it away, the little smirk on his lips and the way he let his wings droop across the floor as he put all of his attention into eating your cunt.
That had been four orgasms ago and as much as you’re regretting keeping it from him, your loved on and abused cunt screams with both pleasure and begging for the delightful feelings to end.
“Az,” you plead, trying to grab for his hair as he ducks down again, but the shadows wrapped around your wrists don’t give an inch. A neat little trick your mate usually saved for the prisoners in his cells, not the lovely female who’d thought she could get away with faking her orgasm.
His hot breath fans across your cunt and it makes you whimper and hips jerk as he pauses.
“Yes?” he asks against your cunt. His lips are soft against your folds, tongue flicking out to drag across your clit in an agonizing swipe.
“I won’t,” you cry, chest heaving as his shadows snake up your body, pinching at your pert nipples and brushing the sticky hair from your brow. Your head is heavy as you lift it to meet his gaze, eyes wild with desperation as you take him in. “I promise. I’ll never fake an orgasm again. Please.”
His lips curl in a wicked smirk, thumbs massaging the quivering muscles of your thighs. He sighs, satisfied with your answer.
“Better not, love,” he purrs and tears leak from the corners of your eyes because you know he’s nowhere near done with you yet. “But that doesn’t mean I’m done with you yet.”
Cassian:
“Take it from me,” he settles back against the headboard, watching you with a heated gaze. He tugs on his cock and you lick your lips at the bead of precum sitting prettily at the tip. You want to crawl over to him on your hands and knees and taste it.
“What?” you respond distractedly. You can’t look away from him, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat, tattooed thighs splayed thick and long down the bed. His abdominals flex and he hisses through clenched teeth at the look on your face, he only strokes his cock faster.
“You didn’t cum,” he states, and you feel your cheeks pinking up in embarrassment. The rush of emotion is mirrored in your cunt, arousal churning your gut as you watch Cassian, head tipping back and pink lips parting with a moan that makes your knees shake as he does something delicious with his hand. When he forces his gaze back to you, it’s through lowered lids, the hazel of his eyes a thin ring around his exploding pupils. “So, I want you to come over here and take it.”
Bit of an odd one, but neither of your two books on waterstones have a synopsis either through the link on your post or on the app
Hmmm…I’m not entirely sure why that would be. I don’t control anything past uploading them to be distributed, so unfortunately that seems like a Waterstones thing but thank you for bringing it to my attention! Hopefully I can reach out to someone there and get that fixed! All the other links have the synopsis’ on them, but here is the synopsis for book 2:
Rule number one: what happens in Cabo, stays in Cabo.
Rory Wilson's sophomore year was supposed to be perfect. Time with friends, an excellent class schedule, and a second chance at a relationship she mourned all summer. When she learns her new neighbor is the boy who helped her conspire against her ex, her plans start to take a turn.
Ace Broden is cocky, flirty, and emotionally unavailable. When he finds himself with a proposition from one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen, he feels like he's living a dream. A no-strings-attached fling in return for a picture of his biceps or abs here and there? No-brainer. But Ace finds himself more attached than he should. Discovering his neighbor is the girl he hasn't stopped thinking about since summer sparks something within him.
Will Rory choose the past or the future being painted before her?
