Cassian dares his besties (eris, lucien and tarquin included) to ask their mates “hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
some are short. some medium. one large (for a headcanon type fic). Also this is mostly dialogue because I didn't want to keep repeating body motions (they shrug a lot, they cuddle a lot, etc, etc, etc).
Azriel:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?” He really tried not to let his voice crack, but he couldn't help it. The idea of calling you something foul outside the bedroom is painful.
“Based on the way your voice got quieter for that word, I'm going to assume this is a stupid dare from Cassian. And that you aren’t actually that stupid to talk to me like that.” You said as you continued to stir the pot of soup.
“I’m so relieved you know me that well.” He couldn’t help his sigh.
You snorted as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “If I ever actually talk to you like that, take Truthteller and use it, cause it’s not me.”
You let out another snort. “My big baby.” You said, taking your hand up and ruffling Azriel’s hair as he pressed kisses to your neck.
Cassian:
He came in so confident too. But quickly was humbled.
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“Wanna try that again?” He doesn’t get scared of much, but your calm tone in this moment will strike fear into his heart.
“No, ma’am.” He shook his head.
“And what did we learn?”
“Never say that stuff to my spouse and mate who I love very much?” He asked.
“Mhm.” you hummed as he came up to hug you. “Speak to me like that again and I’m cutting your hair off.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Rhysand:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
He didn’t even get a chance to breathe after that sentence because you turned around with the knife in your hand. Seriously, what an idiot approaching you with that stupid shit while you’re cooking dinner. You’re hungry and holding a knife.
You stabbed it into the countertop, it made a twang sound and shook from the force of you stabbing it.
“The fuck did you just say to me?”
“…”
“Go on say it again since you wanna be all cocky.” You leaned against the counter with your arms crossed.
“I love you.” Not much scared him, but his wife humbled the shit out of him.
Your mouth made a flat line and your brows raised as you said, “Mhm.”
“And I’ll do whatever you want for a month. Hell, the rest of our lives.”
“Mhm.” You ripped the knife out of the counter and then turned around and continued chopping vegetables.
“Honey?”
“You know, I think I’ll invite Feyre and her wife over for dinner. They wouldn’t call me that.” You continued.
“Baby,” he began and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Maybe I’ll invite Cassian and Azriel’s wives too, they’ll understand what it’s like to be married to the stupidest motherfucker we know.”
He pressed a kiss to your clothes shoulder.
“Are you done?”
“You have no idea the doghouse you’re in right now.”
“Does it help if I told you that Cassian dared me.”
You set the knife down and turned around in his arms. “You’re still an idiot.” You wound your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with baby hairs growing at the nape of his neck.
“I know.”
“Good,” you said and smacked his ass.
He yelped.
Feyre:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“What crawled up your ass and died?” You asked.
She couldn’t help but giggle. “I love that you humble me.”
“Me and Rhys’ wife have a load on our hands considering you fools are best friends. You have got to stop influencing each other.”
She hummed at the thought of her best friend and his wife. She put her arms around your waist and you leaned into her. “One day, we’re gonna snap and kill you.”
She kissed the area between your neck and shoulder. “We have the best wives.”
“You got that right.” You reached around and smacked her ass. But you miscalculated and hit her hip.
Morrigan:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“Nothing, slut. Bend over the table and spread your cheeks, if you think you can talk to me like that I’ll show you otherwise.”
You sat up from your spot on the couch looking at her with a “WTF” expression.
The woman was too stunned to speak. “It was a joke but now I’m horny.”
You laughed, “into degradation are we?”
“Didn’t think I was, but hey you learn something new everyday.” She shrugged, actually thankful for Cassian because now she could explore this new thing with her wife.
Amren:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?” She opened the door to your shared home to yell. When she heard nothing but silence she was concerned, she could smell you, you were home.
“Y/N?” She called.
She walked into your living room from the entry hall to find you standing there. Staring at her with sad, wide eyes.
“Love?”
“….what’d i do?” Your voice wavered and she couldn’t take it. She pulled you into her arms and rocked you side to side.
“If I ever speak to you like that, you better smack me across the fucking mouth.” Was all she said.
“Why’d you say that?” You sniffed. You two pulled away from each other, only enough to lean your foreheads together.
“Cassian got it in his big dumb brain that it was a good idea to say that to our mates.” She whispered and wiped your cheeks with her thumbs.
“He’s an idiot.” You deadpanned.
“I'm aware.”
“And you’re an idiot for doing it.”
“I deserve that.” Was all she said before she kissed you.
Nesta:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
You were silent and she looked at you from her spot on the couch. You were staring at her wide eyed, your eyes began watering.
“Y/N?”
“That really hurt my feelings, Nes.” You were about to cry.
She shot off from her spot on the couch and crawled into the chair you were sitting in. She pulled you into her chest.
“Oh baby.” She said, “it was a stupid fucking prank from Cassian.” She whispered at the top of your head, kissing your hair.
“Tell that overgrown bitch of a bat to watch his back.” Your voice was muffled from her tits.
“I will.” She scratched your head lightly.
“Nes?”
“Yes, my love?”
“You ever speak to me like that again, I’ll make you wish you never met me.”
She let out a laugh like breath through her nose. “Okay, baby.”
“Tears and all I’ll pummel you.” You declared and she kissed your head, rocking you back and forth.
“I know.”
Elain:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“I will grill your flowers if you talk to me like that again.”
She cackled like the witch she is.
Lucien:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“Soap.”
“Soap?”
“If you’re going to talk to me like that, you’re getting soap. Bitch.” You threw a jar of soap at him. “Go put that on spaghetti.”
Eris:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
You whipped off your shoe and threw it at him. Feyre taught you that move. He didn’t duck, he just let it hit him because he knew his dumbass deserved it.
Tarquin:
“Hey bitch, what’s for dinner?”
“My ass.”
He loves that you match his freak, “I'm so relieved you didn’t think I was serious.”
“You aren’t that stupid, plus, Azriel’s mate sent a missive because he tried it.”
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synopsis: having heard tales of a creature in the woods alleged able to grant wishes, you venture deep into the forest. But when a patch of rich, rain-soaked moss causes you to plummet from your height, only to be caught in the sticky, springy web of the very creature you seek, you’re unsure whether your luck is unbelievable, or run out entirely.
warnings: spider!elain who has female and male genitalia; teratophilia/monsterfucking; web bondage; mild sex pollen(?) from the oral (elain receiving); p in v; squirting; blood/biting; veryyyyy brief ovipositor stuff; heights
word count: 4,008
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You struggle upon the web, facing upwards, the back of your forearms stuck to the sticky strings that had cushioned your fall, preventing you from cracking open your skull on the forest floor far below.
It’s no use—you can’t even lift your skin from the web, let alone the rest of your body.
You’d been climbing in search of the creature that’s rumoured to inhabit these large trees, trees that grow far wider and taller than any of the non-magical variety. The great spider is rumoured to live only in the highest peaks of trees, spinning its web between the thick trunks, string sturdy enough to snare even the largest of birds. If only it hadn’t started raining. If only you’d been sensible and resisted the drive of your curiosity and waited until it was safe. Waited until the moss wasn’t slick underfoot; waited until the damp mists had retreated.
But you had not.
And now you’re here. Snared, trapped, and freezing cold.
A shape dangles above, blocking the light rainy mist still falling from the clouds, and you stare in awe as the creature slides down from between the heavy-leafed branches. Silky coils of straw-coloured hair obscure the creature’s face, but it’s easy to make out the elegant shape of a naked, female torso growing out of the spider’s dark, furred body.
You flush as she settles her eight legs around you, bending down to seemingly…examine you. Pale hands reach out, fingers touching the hot skin of your cheeks, and they’re…sticky. Damp. Seemingly toying with the cloth of your collar, palms exploring and they push and prod further down your body. You squeak when her right palm presses over your breast, and her dark, misty eyes flick upwards, body stiffening in the way only a mythical creature’s can.
“You’re a human,” she whispers, close enough you’ve no trouble hearing her.
You stare—long, thick lashes shape her eyes, a soft nose not far out from the rest of her features, a rosey mouth containing sharp, biting teeth. A pink tongue that swipes across her lower lip.
“What’s a human doing in my web?” She whispers, almost to herself, cloudy eyes flickering about, brows furrowing as if she’s struggling to figure you out. A web this high up tells you her intended prey isn’t humans, at least.
“Your kind rarely ventures so deep into these woods—surely you know it’s dangerous out here?” She questions.
You flush. “I…I do…”
“Then why are you here?”
You bite the inside of your lip. “I was looking for you. I heard you could grant wishes.”
The spider pauses, lips parted as her hands slowly retract from your clothing. Then she blinks, hair tickling your cheek as she shakes her head, “wherever did you hear that?”
“It was a rumour running through my village,” you hurry to explain, hearing how foolish you sound. “And I…I wanted to know if it was true…” you trail off, peering up at the great spider, taking her in now that she’s not immediately draining you of blood.
Her torso is much the same as your own, the differences pronouncing themselves the further south your eyes travel. Her hips join the to abdominal section of the spider covered in a thick coat of dark fur speckled through with white. The dots are greater in number closer to her bare skin, fading away the further they travel, and each of her legs is pitch black.
“You risked a great deal in venturing so far out…what would you have done if I were something vicious?” She asks, brows furrowing, not out of suspicion, but you realise from worry.
“I…I was told creatures like you don’t generally prefer to eat humans. You certainly wouldn’t spin your webs so high if that were the case,” you reply, still somewhat breathless from such close proximity.
The spider pauses, her dark, cloudy eyes scanning your features. “It’s true we don’t often dine on humans…but not because we don’t like the taste of you.”
Your throat rolls, trying to shift in her web but you’re held fast. “Then…then why not?” You ask, unsure if you really want to hear the answer. Maybe this wasn’t a smart choice.
“You’re pack animals. You live together, while my kind is solitary,” the creature explains. “I could manage a few of you on my own, but if I stole one of you directly from a town or even a village I would be chased from my home.” Her tone is sincere, but there’s something slightly predatory growing in her dark eyes.
Her pink tongue swipes across her lower lip, and her fangs gleam a poisonous pale blue in the dimming light.
“Besides, you creatures learned to wield fire.” She shudders, and you suddenly wish you brought your flint stones. Though you suppose nothing would even catch, now that the rain has so thoroughly soaked these woods.
“So you-…” You swallow, fear slithering in your gut. Stupid, so stupid to venture out for the sake of your curiosity. “Are you going to eat me?” You whisper, voice hoarse.
Her dark eyes flit about your face, and she leans closer, sticky palms taking a hold of the web you’re tacked to. Her gaze drifts lower, and she pinches the collar of your shirt, rubbing the wet linen between her fingers.
Shit.
She’s going to pull the linen back and take a drink from your throat.
She doesn’t even need to wrap you up in one of those silky cocoons—you’re practically immobile.
“You’re clothes are very wet,” she says instead. “Are you cold?”
You peer at her, heart hammering in your chest. Her nostrils flare, and you shift, wishing you could at least rearrange the position of your limbs to be closer to your body. “A little…” you whisper.
She hums after a moment, eyes shifting, and tension gathers in your stomach, lacing your legs with restless, frenetic energy. “You’ll probably fall and injure yourself if you try to get back down now that it’s rained.” And now that the light is beginning to fade.
You should have waited until tomorrow; set out early in the morning so as to not have wasted so much daylight.
Wholly black eyes lock with your own, and a shiver spider walks down your spine.
“I could take you down, if you like?” She offers. “It would be much safer, and there’d be no risk of injuring yourself.”
Fear concentrates in your bloodstream. “…For what?” You whisper, hardly a breath.
The spider shifts uneasily above you. Looking away for a little. “Just a small bite…”
“‘A small bite’…?” You echo, fainter than before.
“It would be much safer, if you went with me…” She repeats, peering at you intently. “And it wouldn’t be painful for you either. My bite, I mean. I’d prepare you properly.”
“Prepare me?” You gasp, staring at her wide-eyed. “What do you mean prepare me?”
Subconsciously you try to wriggle free of the stickiness, but her palms shift from the web to rest tentatively on your shoulders. Trailing her soft fingers to the collar of your shirt. “It varies creature to creature,” she murmurs—is it your imagination or are her fangs more pronounced? More saliva in her mouth?—circling a button on your shirt. Her gums are lapis-blue, you realise, close enough to see where her fangs stick in her mouth.
“I’m not fond of fear,” the creature whispers, “…it’s too acrid. Too…sour.”
“So…you’d-…relax me?” You ask, trembling beneath her.
She nods.
“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think I’ll be able to relax anytime soon,” you breathe, half laughing, have stammering with terror. A shaky smile trembles on your mouth.
The spider smiles, but there’s a growing hunger in her eyes. “I’ll manage that,” she whispers, her voice softening to a silky whisper. For some reason you flush at her tone, scanning her features with a little less fear than before.
“…how?”
Black eyes briefly dip to the skin of your throat before returning to your own. “Human blood…” she begins, seeming a bit dazed, “human blood… Humans release…” She swallows. She seems to be having some difficulty. Maybe she’s growing tired…? “Your blood is more…flavourful…after experiencing a high of some kind.”
“A…” you wet your lips, “a high…?” She nods her head, humming faintly in confirmation.
“I can… If I secrete some oils… I’ve heard it’s similar to the feeling of fatigue. Lethargic, and warm…not entirely dissimilar to being tipsy…” The pale skin of her cheeks has taken on a slight flush. She looks warm, and soft.
“It won’t…” you hesitate, unsure of yourself. “It won’t hurt?”
“No,” she assures, in that sweet, lulling voice of hers. “You’ll…you’ll feel good. You’ll like it,” she whispers, “I promise I’ll make you like it.”
The words send warning bells ringing dimly somewhere in the back of your head, but she’s cupping your face now, so close, and from this proximity you can hardly see her spider’s body anyway, so it’s basically the same as kissing a woman…
‘Kissing? She didn’t say anything about kissing.’
You should pull yourself together.
“And you’ll…you promise you’ll help me down after?” You mumble, unable to look away from her.
She nods, “if that’s what you want once we’re done.”
You swallow. She’s so close.
“Are we agreed?” She asks, swiping her thumb across the high of your cheek.
You almost nod your head, but a moment of clarity finds you. “What’s…do you have a name?” You ask.
The spider blinks, eyes trailing across your features. “Elain,” she murmurs, “you can call out for Elain.”
You flush, but swallow, giving a nod of your head. “Elain,” you repeat, trying the name out on your tongue.
Dark eyes glisten, and her flush deepens, “that’s right.”
“So…you mentioned oils…?” You mumble, peering at the slight gleam of her palms.
Elain swallows, gently detaching herself from your body, and a wave of cold washes down your front. Your clothes are still sodden, and it’s freezing so far up in the air.
“You’ll inhale them from my glands. It’s where my pheromones are produced.” She bites her rosey lip, eight legs shifting so she’s directly above you. “A few seconds should do the trick, but you should wait a few minutes just to be safe…” She trails off.
“Is there anything else?” You ask, sensing she’s holding something back.
Her throat rolls. “You can…ingest it too. If you like.” Her legs shift, fingers wringing together at her front. “It’s more concentrated if…if taken through the mouth.”
Something hot and syrupy stirs in your abdomen. Turning liquid and molten between your legs.
Her nostrils flare.
“And where…” you clear your throat, but your voice remains hoarse. “Where is- are. Where are these glands…?”
Colour tints her cheeks a lovely pink in the greyish mist, and her eight legs bunch together, brushing your sides as she lowers herself. Her fingers thread through your hair, and something aches between your legs. “I’ll show you…” she murmurs, guiding your mouth as she settles over you, “I’ll show you where you can lick.”
Dark fur is soft atop your mouth, spots of white speckling her skin, and as she rests the entirety of her weight over you, you can feel what seems like two sections of skin pushed together. The web itself stretches, pinned but not uncomfortable beneath her, and you recall her advice: it’ll be more concentrated if taken through the mouth.
You make to part your lips, and the increase of saliva is immediately apparent. A scent seeps into your airways, filtering through your lungs and into your bloodstream. She’s intoxicating. Stirring a hunger deep inside of you.
She might as well be a human woman sat bare atop your mouth.
Your lips are ajar, and you tentatively swipe upward with your tongue.
Elain shivers, fingers tightening in your hair, pulling you closer by a fraction. She shifts her two frontmost legs, and the slit you had felt with your tongue parts, revealing a tender part of herself that seems so familiar to you, and yet she’s different.
You push your tongue out, and sure enough she parts further, speckled lips spreading and gleaming. Her entrance seems longer, extending slightly further upwards, and above is a small protrusion. Slowly, you trail your tongue up her centre, testing out her flavour.
Your mouth waters, and you wish more than ever that you could move. That you could at least press your legs together; that they weren’t kept open by the stickiness of her web.
“Do you like the taste?” She whispers, pulling you marginally closer by your hair. You manage a noise too close to a moan but…you don’t really care. She tastes so good. You want more of her. Want her scent to encompass you, seep into your clothes, seep into your skin.
Elain’s lips spread into a rosey smile, pressing herself against you. “I’m glad,” she breathes. “You can taste more…” She urges, “explore all you like…”
You don’t need encouraging. She’s already got such a firm hold on you.
You press your tongue flat against her, dragging upwards, collecting as much of her flavour as you can. She shudders when the hardened tip of your tongue presses over that small protrusion, and you find it…stiff. Not one to shy from your curiosity, you incline your head, exploring further, taking what you can only imagine is her clit into your mouth.
Elain gasps, and your thoughts are confirmed.
You take her clit further across your tongue, sealing your mouth over her to create a chamber of suction, tongue flicking and licking, tasting everywhere you can. Above you, Elain moans, nails scraping against your skin, rubbing forward and you feel her clit harden on your tongue, pushing forward, almost…growing?
That can’t be right.
Though what do you care right now?
You lick again up her centre, rewarded as you find her entrance practically dripping. Her flavour coats your tongue, and you return to her clit, hard and larger than before. You take her eagerly into your mouth, feeling as your underwear becomes wetter and wetter the longer she’s above you. Her clit stiffens, growing hot and engorged. You circle the base of it, about half an inch into your mouth, and Elain breathes heavily above you, sounds of pleasure spilling from her chest as she pushes to have more of your mouth covering her. Slick drips onto your chin, spilling onto your neck and you gently suction her clit deeper into your mouth.
Elain’s body shudders, her breath stuttering as she flutters wildly on your tongue. Arousal drips from her, and you’d be happy for her to cover you entirely. She’s irresistible.
She pants heavily, pulling away from you on trembling legs. A string of arousal connects your mouth to her cunt, and you swipe your tongue over your lips, pulling it into your mouth.
“Elain…” you mumble, peering at her. “Why…? Come back… I can… I can have more of you…?” You plead, toes curling as arousal seeps into your underwear.
She flushes, “I’m getting hungry…I want to taste you soon…and you’re almost ready…”
A whine slips from your throat, torn between wanting to taste her again and wanting your arms to be free so you can satisfy the growing ache between your own legs.
“Hold still,” Elain whispers, scuttling forward. “I’m going to peel you from my web. Don’t fall…” Oil slicks her palms, and you imagine each of her feet is similarly greased as she slides her limbs between your own and her web, unsticking you from her trap.
You try to obey and cling to her web so you don’t plummet down, but before you know it you’re being lifted into the air.
Through your sex-induced haze you can make out more web stuck to your hands, binding your wrists as you’re strung up into the air, Elain’s still-sticky palms steadying your swaying body.
You squirm, hot and panting and far too desperate to manage anything on your own.
“Elain…” You pant, needing her to do something. “Elain…!”
“It’s okay… I’m almost there… Just a little longer so you’re in the right position,” she soothes, though her fingers move with a hunger rivalling your own.
You whimper as she twines more web around each of your ankles, pleasantly stretching your body as she connects her ties elsewhere, spreading your legs even further apart.
You could cry.
Below you is the web you were previously lying on, and now-
You swallow.
You’re so far from the ground. Can hardly even see the bottom any longer.
“Elain…” you whine, “what…what are you doing?”
Your breath catches as six of her eight dark, furred legs position themselves upon her web, a pair of her middle two curling gently around your waist, offering you a place to rest your weight, relieving the strain on your wrists as she mounts you. You try to squirm and you manage a glance over your shoulder—something protrudes from the base of her swollen abdomen, almost similar to a bee’s stinger, except it’s thicker…speckled with black at its base and white near the tip, though that white swiftly darkens to pink…red…purple.
“Elain…! You’re not going to…?” You mumble, a flush heating your cheeks, cunt aching as you think of her slipping herself inside of you…
“You’re well prepared,” she breathes, those still-sticky palms of hers reaching below your arms to dip to the hem of your shirt, mouth beside your ear. “I can almost taste you in the air…how wet are you down here?”
Those pale blue fangs of hers nip at the shell of your ear, descending to tug on your lobe. Elegant fingers dip beneath the waist band of your skirt, and you feel at your back as she curves her lower body in half, swollen abdomen curling, clever spider legs shifting to pull your skirts up out of the way.
Her erection rubs against the hot, wet cotton between your thighs and you gasp, silently pleading for her to continue touching you…to continue exploring you… Why won’t she put her hands under your top? Or dip her fingers a little further into your underwear? You’d make such lovely noises for her…and maybe she’d like your taste too…
A spider leg dips beneath your skirts, and you squeak as the cotton tears, pulled clean off, allowing Elain to press herself closer, covering herself in the slick dripping from your entrance.
Besides your ear, Elain releases the sweetest moan, the flushed purple tip of her cock rubbing up and down over your entrance, occasionally bumping into your soft, sensitive clit.
“Are you ready?” Elain whispers, and you could cry for her. Could cry from how badly you want her.
“I’m ready,” you pant, “please…please, please, please…!”
She kisses your cheek, spider legs curling back around your body while her hands slip beneath your top, sticky palms covering your tender breasts with a relieving heat as her swollen abdomen pushes forward, slipping the thick length of herself inside.
Your toes curl, squirming, panting as she cups your breasts with tenderness and familiarity. Her fingers soothe back and forth against your hardened nipples, and moans won’t keep from falling from your mouth.
“Can I…Are you ready for me to move…or shall I wait?” She breathes, taking a deep inhale of your scent, her face pressing ticklishly into the crook of your neck and shoulder.
“Please move,” you beg, “you feel so good…please…”
Her cock pulls out of you, and you tighten around nothing, but then she’s easing her way back in, stuffing you full, and you can hardly keep yourself together. There’s a frenetic energy pulsing and simmering within your blood, static in your veins, like any second could be the last—you’re so close to toppling into that high.
Just a little more and you’ll be there.
“Elain…” You call out, squirming as her warmth radiates into you from behind, arousal flushing your front. “Do what you like,” you whisper, spine curving beneath her touch, “show me how…show me how you like it…”
Elain’s breath stutters, then she’s pulling back once more and driving herself into you.
Whimpers spill from your lips, her cock touching so deep, pressing up against those perfect, sensitive parts inside of you.
Heat boils and bubbles, arousal turning molten and syrupy in the pit of your body, and you fracture beneath the sheer weight of pleasure she’s pushing inside of you.
Noises flood your mouth, pleasure unlatching as you release around her—liquid dripping, falling far below—muscles tensing with the force of the high and you hardly register as she slips her fangs into your neck.
Your cunt flutters senselessly around her while she keeps her pace, driving in relentlessly, her own much greater body shuddering and twitching above you, furred, nimble legs pulsing as her concentration of strength lapses, and she spills inside of you.
Your head hangs, exhausted from the pleasure despite the aftershocks still thrumming through your body. Through your haze you spot a thick, pale liquid beginning to trickle down your thighs, release still emptying out of her and into you. So much you can’t take it all.
It’s a milky white…vaguely iridescent…and are those…? They look like tiny, gelatinous eggs.
You flush, able to feel how deep she’s spilling inside of you…how hot her release is, viscous and thick, warming you from within.
Her palms squeeze your breasts, and her tongue slithers over the puncture marks she’s made, sealing them before you’ve even registered the bite she took. All you notice is Elain’s mouth being more slippery than before, as though coated in a sheen of slick as she presses her lips to your cheek, trailing her way up to the top of your head.
“You were so well-behaved,” she murmurs, breathless, beside your ear. “You did so well… How are you feeling?”
If you’re honest: struggling to keep your eyes open. Your energy has been utterly depleted, and you’re running on empty. “…tired…”
“Hmmm? Shall I take you down now?” Elain whispers, fingers soothing across your breasts, easing you deeper into relaxation.
A whine builds in your throat but you manage to swallow it down.
The idea of still having to make it all the way back to your village now? It’s dark, and damp, and you’re in such a state. You don’t really want to manage that right now.
What a mess you’re in…
“You could…” Elain begins, trailing off.
Your ears prick, curiosity perking. “‘Could’…?”
Elain retracts from your cunt, leaving you cool and empty. Her legs shift, then the soft heat of her front is flushing your back. “I have a hollow further up in the tree. There would be plenty of room, and I could spin part of a cocoon for you…?”
Your lips part, trying to peer at her over your shoulder.
The web holding your ankles apart is cut, but she keeps a firm hold of your body as she turns you to face her, guiding your legs to curl around her hips as she severs the web around your wrists. Her arms wrap beneath your thighs, and you tangle your arms over her shoulders. “You wouldn’t…you won’t mind my company?” You ask, scanning her still-flushed features.
Elain shakes her head, and teeth prod at the interior of your lower lip. “That sounds…good…” you hedge, “it really wouldn’t be a bother?”
Dark eyes flit over your mouth. You swallow, inclining your head by a fraction.
She takes the opportunity, pressing her mouth to your own, bodies completely flush.
When she pulls away, her lips are curved at their edges. Rosey, tinted red. “Stay as long as you like…I don’t want you to leave.”
Fuck or die with elain? ❤❤ I know she's a freak secretly...
Author's Note: I know this is sooo late and not very long BUT I'm happy to have finally gotten to your request!! I hope you like it 🫶
The Experiment
Elain x Reader, Fuck or Die
ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist
Warnings: dubious consent, fuck or die scenario, aphrodisiac fertility potion, smut
Summary: Elain has been working on a potion to promote fertility between females, and you're her willing test subject.
18+ only pls
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"Are you ready?"
You nodded your head and gave Elain a bright smile. "More than ready."
For months, Elain had been working on a fertility potion that would allow females to procreate together, and she had finally deemed one batch worthy of being tested.
She slid the vial into your hands and watched with wide eyes as you tipped it back, draining the contents. It tasted of honey and apples, with a slight spice that lingered in your mouth.
Elain's hand was poised over her notebook, quill in hand. "How are you feeling?"
A flush spread through your body at the sound of her voice. "Good... Warm."
"What type of warmth?"
"All over," you sighed, shifting in your seat slightly when heat pooled in your core. The sight of Elain sent your heart racing, and you had to grip the chair beneath you to stop you from launching yourself at her.
"Where is it concentrated most?" Elain asked, a knowing look in her chocolate eyes.
You bit your lip before answering. "My pussy," you whispered, cheeks heating further when she wrote down your answer.
You went through a few more rounds of the same questions as the potion took full effect, the heat racing through you coming to a boiling point.
"'Lainey," you whined, still gripping your seat to keep you in place. "Please."
"Hmm?" Elain asked as she looked up from her notes. "What is it?"
"It's... it's too much," you said, squirming in your chair.
A cool hand met your forehead and Elain gasped. "You're burning up, Y/N," she said in a worried tone. "What do you need me to do?"
"I need you," you sighed, hands disobeying you and reaching out for her, the table between you suddenly feeling as wide as an ocean.
"Come with me, love," Elain said, tugging you out of your chair and pulling you into her bedroom. She pulled off your dress and gently pushed you onto the bed before stripping herself. Elain prowled up the bed, the simple brush of her skin against yours helping to abate the heat that was the threatening to burn you alive. "Where do you need me?"
You whined at having to speak, instead choosing to move on of her hands to your sex.
Elain giggled softly before moving to rest between your already parted thighs, her perfect mouth attaching itself to your core without preamble. "You taste even more perfect than usual," she sighed after a moment, tongue lapping up your slick.
"'Lainey," you whined, your hips bucking into her face. "I need you."
"Is this not enough?" Her tongue flicked over your clit and your hips twitched, pleasure sparking through you. You shook your head - as lovely as her mouth was, it was doing little to soothe the fire inside of you. "Alright, we can try something else."
Elain moved again, this time pressing her own core to yours, hoping that this would fix the unexpectedly strong symptoms of the potion.
The first press of her against you was heaven, sending soothing pleasure through you, a wave of cool washing over you. "Yes," you moaned, angling your hips to meet hers better.
This was what you needed.
Elain grinned above you, her own moans slipping from her mouth as she fucked you. Your hands played with her breasts, rolling her nipples between the pads of your fingers.
Your first climax washed over you, a cooling wave spreading through your body, only to come back in the next moment. You groaned at the sudden pain of the heat, pressing your sex to Elain's harder.
"Not feeling better?" You shook your head, unable to speak. "Let's keep trying then. The potion needs to run its course, and maybe we'll know if it worked," Elain said breathily above you, her hips moving faster over you.
Right - this was an experiment.
Somehow, you'd forgotten, the heat and neediness within you making you want only Elain, made you need Elain more than ever before. And you had a feeling that if you stopped, you would die. Burst into flames.
"Stay with me, love," Elain said, a hand meeting you cheek. "I'll get you through this."
I have this painful headcanon for the fae of the Spring Court that made me wonder why I crave angst so damn much. . .
When someone from the Spring Court is dying outdoors in a brutal way (instances like war and stuff), flowers begin growing around them as a last effort to ground their magic, in attempts to ground them until help can arrive, regardless of what court or lands they're in.
But when they die, the flowers continue growing and thornless vines creep up their bodies, shielding the wounds so everyone's last sight of them isn't a visual of how they died, but instead the caress of nature as their body is reclaimed by the earth and their magic goes back to the Spring Court.
I have a scenario too, which I'll gladly provide if necessary, but y'all need to tell me which character I'm traumatizing by writing the death of someone close to them.
Does this make any sense at all??? Have I finally gone mad???
Trigger warnings- slight mention of ED behavior, torture, and implied violence
I stare out at the gardens, I used to think they were beautiful, I tended to them everyday, watered and checked all the plants, made sure the soil was perfect and they got the proper mix of shade and sunlight. I walked in them, sat on my bench under the giant cherry blossom tree and read my book. The gardens were always my space my place. I loved those gardens, always marveled at their beauty.
But not now. Now as I stare out at the gardens I’m disgusted by what I see, I hate the new flowers and the soil. I hate looking at it and I refuse to walk in it. I hate that my family simply gave my place to her. That Azriel gave it to her. That he sits out on my bench all cuddled up with her. Deep down I think that’s what disgusts me. Seeing him with her. No. Disgust isn’t the right word. It makes me sick, fills me with agony that spreads through my bones and boils in my blood. Sends jealousy spiking through my body like bolts of electricity.
When the middle Archeron had come into the family with her older sister- it was fine, everything was fine. My family was happy and although I always felt off about the female, I was civil. It was fine as my family turned to them, it was fine. They needed time and attention, like new animals. I let my family give them that. It was fine when I was asked to let her work in the gardens she ‘loved so much’. It was all fine.
It was all fine until they asked me to let her simply take over the gardens, ‘just so she can keep distracted and busy whilst adjusting’. It was fine till I came crying to Rhys about a vision I had, one of the first in nearly a month- I had seen something, I heard people screaming and blood everywhere, but ‘Elain hasn’t seen anything. It’s fine.’ It was fine till Azriel- my best friend for the last 500 years, the male I harbored feelings for. The male I loved for at least 450 years, turned to her. It was fine till she became all consuming. It was fine till ‘Elain needs me Yn.’ ‘Yn I have to go- Elain needs me right now. You know this is hard for her.’ ‘ Yn, stop being selfish- Elain needs me.’
It was fine till she became all consuming. Till no one listened to me, till Azriel- my mate, the man I loved with all my soul, left me for her. Turned a cold shoulder and left me. Till my family soon wrapped around the sisters and I lost them all.
Now I stare out at the gardens I once loved with disgust, nearly puking at the sight of the two cuddled up together, laughing about cauldron knows what. Now, as a headache comes on, the ones that always do before a vision, I simply slouch back in side, going to lay down on a couch. I want these seeings gone. No one cares anyway. If it doesn’t come from Elain Archeron, it means nothing. I mean nothing.
And it is now, as I lay myself across the chair that it truly sets in. He loves her. They love her. She is better. She is more beautiful and interesting and soft and she isn’t tarnished from years of fighting as I am, she is not the crazy woman I have become. She is Elain, she is all things soft and sweet, she is radiant and all consuming, she is powerful and all seeing. But most of all, she is the one Azriel wants. Not me. Her. He wants Elain Archeron.
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I walk to the dining room for dinner, my head is a bit foggy and my eyes hurt. I keep my gaze down as I sulk into the room and take a seat next to Morrigan who talks idly with Feyre. It’s as if I’m invisible, no one even looks up to me as I walk in or sit, but of course, as soon as Elain comes in, everyone turns to her, conversations stopping. I simply look to my plate, fidgeting with my hands.
As everyone serves up their food, I sit, I’m not hungry. Plus, Elain is thinner, I want to be pretty like her and I have to be skinny to be like her. “Why aren’t you eating Yn?” Mor’s voice filters through my ears and it takes a moment for me to process them.
In a scratchy tone, caused by not using my voice, I reply. “Just not hungry I guess. Visions take it out of me.”
“You had a vision?”
“Yep. Third one of today.” My family pauses at that.
“Third? Today?” It’s Rhysand this time as his brows draw inward.
“Yes, they’ve been happening more and more often, I’m having at least 2-3 a day. I just want to rest.”
“Why haven’t you told me about them?”
“Because of two reasons. Rhysand.” His name is a hiss off my tongue as I speak, finally loosing my cool, “One, you would not care nor listen, haven’t for a single one of my seeings in the past month. And two- starting tomorrow I will no longer be working for this court.”
“What do you mean by that? Not working under this court?”
“I received a letter from Eris- he is ready to execute his plan to take over the autumn throne tonight and I shall be there tomorrow morning to begin my duties as his second in command.” The table is frozen, mixes of horror and sadness painting my ‘families’ faces.
“But-Yn you wouldn’t betray us like that would you?”
I can’t hold back the humorless, dry, laugh that leaves me. “Betrayal? I have Betrayed you?” My head whips to meet Rhysands as I stand and back away from the table. “Rhysand I have done nothing but support you. I was there for you three-“ I point to the three Illyrian males at the table, “in the war camps, I have been here sense we were learning to fly! I was there under the mountain! I lossed my gods dammed wings for you Rhysand. For you! Because you were my family.” Tears begin pouring down my face as I let everything I had bottled up out, “ I was there to support Mor after Eris’ ‘terrible acts’ and I kept my mouth shut about it being a half truth.” I look to the blond across the table who try’s desperately to avoid my gaze.
“I was there on the battle field. I told you my seeings no matter what they were. I stayed as I watched my family replace me, as I watched the man I loved fall for another over and over again. I stayed as my things were taken from me by her.” My finger points to the middle Archeron, Azriel moving slightly in front of her, “I have stayed as my family was ripped from me, I stayed and supported all of you even as my so called family replaced me, as the male I’ve loved as long as I’ve known him, as the male I have loved with my very soul, my very being, my mate.” I look into Azriels warm eyes, “left me for another, as my mate and my family left me in the dust for a new shiny toy.”
I breathe as I take a moment to survey the room, faces filled with shock and horror and sadness watch me. “So yes Rhysand.” It’s a sigh this time as I speak, tired, downright exhausted, “yes, I am leaving. But I am not leaving anything behind. I was already a ghost here anyway. I am leaving and taking my seeings and duties with me. You do not listen to them anyway, it will be no use to you.”
I snap and bags fall into my hands, I turn to the door, silence filling the room, “your my mate?”
“Yes Azriel- I am.”
“Yn wait let me-“
“Save it Rhysand.” I turn on my heel, “ I am leaving to a new kingdom, one that has much potential under their new leader. I am leaving to a court that I see thriving, I am leaving from the court I see crumbling- and it will not be my fault when it does.”
I turn back to the door, a gust of wind hitting me as I step out, taking the hands of the new high lord of autumn. Ignoring my family’s pleas and Azriels yells as I am taken back home.
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Okkkkk here it is! I hope you all enjoyed and thank you anon for the request!! Love y’all!
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