If you are taking requests what about something Feysand x reader related with selkies!!! If the selkies inspire you
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I hope you have the bestest birthday. I am off to the fabric store for more fabric
I'm so happy to finally have this done for you boo! I'm still nervous writing selkies BUT this was fun and cute! And my birthday was really great this year ☺️
Brought Ashore
Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | Bday Masterlist
Feysand x Selkie!Reader
Warnings: selkies, that's it I believe
Words: 1.1k
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The weather was perfect today - the waves were gentle, the sun was shining, and you felt a sense of peace washing over you as you played in the surf near the shore. The water felt divine against your fur, and when you broke through the surface of the water the air kissed your cheeks with a cool breeze.
Days like this were your favorite. Your fellow selkies were further into the water, leaving you with a few peaceful minutes to play and swim on your own, and with the perfect weather, you felt calmer than you had in recent memory. You broke through the surface and turned onto your back, floating on the gentle waves.
You floated for a while, soaking in the sun’s rays until you were a commotion to your right. Your eyes drifted over to see what was happening, landing on a woman that looked panicked. She ran into the water, chasing after a small, floating something that was growing ever closer to you. You scanned the shoreline, looking for any potential threats, but found none.
The water parted easily for you as you made your way to the floating object, the woman still only a little ways into the water. The crying reached you just as you came upon the object, the sound of the sea having drowned it out before.
When you looked at the bundle, your heart leapt into your throat at the sight of a baby, just barely managing to keep afloat in the inflated circle it was placed upon. Immediately, you went underneath it and flipped onto your back, allowing the child to float on your stomach as you carefully brought it back to shore. The crying stopped as soon as you were carrying the child, and you peeked up at its rosy cheeks, and you let out a soft honk, finding the babe too cute to not react to. With those chubby cheeks, pitch black hair, and violet eyes, the baby was perhaps the cutest thing you had ever seen, only rivaled by the young of your own kind.
You floated towards the shore, meeting the woman who was now waist deep in the water.
“Oh thank the gods!” she exclaimed as she scooped the baby into her arms, looking down at you, gratitude shining in her blue-grey eyes. “Thank you, thank you,” she cried, tears streaming down her beautiful face.
You made the split second decision to shed your coat, standing before her on two legs. “You’re welcome,” you said softly, your voice cracking from disuse.
While her eyes were wide, the woman didn’t back away from you. Instead, she moved closer, placing a hand on the skin of your arm that wasn’t covered by your coat. “How can I repay you?”
You shook your head. “There is no need. I’m happy to have saved your little one.”
“Feyre!” a man shouted in the distance, his form approaching you at a rapid pace. You clutched your coat tighter to yourself, unease settling in your gut. “Feyre, why did you leave without-” his words were cut short when he saw you, eyes that matched the baby roving over you curiously.
“Rhys, this woman just saved our Nyxie,” Feyre said, passing the delicate bundle in her arms to the man. “I swear, I looked away for one second and then he was floating out-”
“He’s okay, Feyre, he’s okay,” Rhys soothed, a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was then that you looked, truly looked, at their faces, and you realized that they were the most beautiful couple you’d ever seen. It was no wonder that their child was so adorable. “Is there anything we can do for you?”
You shook your head once more. “I have everything that I need.” Want, though, that was a different story as you stared at the trio, a pang of longing going through you.
“Please, let us do something. Would you like to come for our house for a meal?” Feyre offered.
More time with them- “Yes, that would be lovely,” you said quickly, more than ready to get to know the couple better.
“Wonderful! Our home is only a short walk from here,” Feyre said with a dazzling smile. “And I believe that Nyx has had enough of an adventure for the day, if you’d like to go now.”
You glanced back to the water, spotting a few of your kind poking their head out of the water to watch your interaction with the humans. You gave them a short nod, a promise to return before nightfall. “That would be fine.”
The walk to their home was short, though on your shaking legs, it felt far longer than it truly was. It was one of the cottages you had spied from the waves, decorated cozily. You felt comfortable stepping into the building, though your coat was still wrapped close to your body.
Rhys set to making a meal while you and Feyre sat on the couch, your attentions focused on Nyx. He was such a cute baby, only a few months old. His cheeks were chubby, as well as his arms and hands. Hands that were constantly grabbing at your coat, a bright look in his eyes as he played with it.
You were so wrapped up in the three of them that you hardly noticed as night fell, too entranced to bother paying attention to the time. But once you did notice, your thoughts finally drifted back to your pack, who were likely waiting for you, fear building with each minute that you didn’t return.
“I’m so sorry,” you said, giving Nyx one last pat on the head. “I need to get back, but…” You bit your lip, unsure if you should say your next words but saying them anyways, “I would like to see you again.”
Both of them smiled wide. “We’d like that too, darling,” Rhys said, a comforting hand landing on your shoulder, the warmth of him seeping through your coat.
“How will we find you?” Feyre asked, the slightest hint of worry in her eyes.
“I’ll come to you. If that’s okay, of course.”
“That’s perfect. Come any time, love,” Feyre said, stepping forward to press her lips to your cheek. Your face was flushed as she pulled away, heart thundering in your chest.
You left then, not wanting to accidentally move to far with them before the time was right, when you knew that they want you in the same way that you want them. The entire walk back to the shore your cheeks stayed warm, and just the thought of her lips against your skin sent them flaming once more.
Summary: Feyre and Rhys come home to you, fast asleep.
Warnings: somnophilia, dub-con (cause of somnophilia)
Author's Note: this is just a lil drabble I worked on last night and today. I thought I was doing an ooold bingo request but it was for Feyre only... ohhh well this was yummy too
18+ only pls
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You were fast asleep when Rhys and Feyre returned home, bare under the sheet that only came to cover your hips. Even with the air conditioning blasting through the house, you were still too hot.
Feyre grinned at the sight of you, her blood racing with the possibilities that your current state could bring about. Sleeping and naked - she and Rhys could do quite a bit, seeing as you slept like the dead.
Rhys moved from the doorway first, shedding his clothes as he went. He kneeled on the bed to pull the sheet off of you, revealing the rest of you to their greedy eyes. Gently, Rhys's hands pried your thighs apart, his shoulders setting between them. The first press of his tongue to your sex was addictive, the taste of you like honey on his tongue.
Feyre stripped herself quickly, then crawled up the bed to lay by your side. You didn't react as he continued, or when Feyre's fingers found one of your nipples and rolled it between the pad of her thumb and forefinger. He pressed a finger into your sex, delighted at the way your walls clenched when his tongue ran over your clit. A second finger slid in with ease and he began stretching your walls, making room for himself.
Feyre's tongue on your breasts had you sighing breathily in your sleep, shifting slightly before settling back into the mattress.
Once Rhys deemed you ready, he pulled his fingers from your cunt and licked them clean. He moved further up your body, slotting his hips between yours. Slowly, Rhys pressed the head of his cock into your sex, moving with caution to not stir you. Inch by inch, he forged his way inside of you, stilling whenever you moved slightly, then moving once you'd fallen back into your deep sleep.
Feyre's eyes switched between your face and where you and Rhys were joined together, wetness pooling between her thighs. She ached to have her cunt over your face, your pretty pink tongue bringing her pleasure - but patience would be rewarded, and her hips would be hovering over you once the orgasm Rhys was slowly working from your broke you sleep.
Rhys was buried to the hilt in you, the sensation even more divine when he saw your face, still slack with sleep. He began a slow, steady pace, jostling your limbs as little as possible. Your walls clenched around him and he bit back a moan, eyes not missing the way your face scrunched slightly. His pace quickened, determined to wring an orgasm from you before you woke.
Feyre's mouth returned to your breasts, nipping the skin lightly and suckling on your nipples.
Your peak came without warning aside from the fluttering of your cunt, your eyes flying open at the surprising pleasure coursing through you. A moan escaped you as Rhys worked you through your peak, amplified by Feyre's warm mouth over your chest.
"Evening, darling," Rhys purred, his pace speeding up now that you were awake. "You looked too tempting to not play with."
You moaned again, unable to form words as a second climax washed over you, the tail end of it muffled as Feyre slotted her hips over your face. Your tongue reached out on instinct, delighting at the taste of her.
Author's Note: Soooo I did not at all expect this to be finished so quickly or like. At all this month. I will still be working on Tolerate It P2 as much as I can to get it out before the end of the month. But I hope you all like this one!! It was so fun to dive back into the backrooms and this version of Feysand (and be nice about my first time writing female alpha smut lol) Let me know what you think!!
18+ only pls
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Aching arousal pulsed through you as you woke, your hips canting against the leg that you’d slung one of your own over. A whine built in your throat when that only made the flame within you burn brighter.
“Shh, little ‘mega. We’ll help you.” Arms shifted around you, hands gently pulling you off of one of your alphas, your displeasure made clear with an annoyed huff, just managing to crack your eyes open as your alphas pulled your legs apart together.
Feyre settled between your legs, arms sliding under your thighs. Her blue eyes met yours as she lowered her mouth to your core, tongue licking a broad stripe up your slit. A breathy moan left your lips, and somehow your hand worked its way into her soft hair. Your grip tightened when she did it again, tongue flicking over your clit quickly.
“Alpha,” you sighed, lifting your hips slightly to convey your burning desire for her, need building with each passing second.
“What, pretty ‘mega? Do you need Feyre’s knot?” Rhys asked lowly in your ear, large hands cupping your breasts as Feyre lapped up the slick dripping from your core. You nodded vigorously, needing anything and everything that they could give you, fire pulsing through your veins even with the cool touch of their hands on your skin.
“Please,” you whined, needing more than Feyre’s perfect tongue right now- more, more, more.
“If my omega insists,” Feyre murmured before moving to kneel between your legs, something hard teasing through your folds. When you looked down, you saw her thick cock, the base of it slightly swollen. A soft keen left your throat as she sank inside of you, stretching you out perfectly. “That’s it ‘mega, such a good girl for me.”
Rhys’s hands pawed at your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh and playing with your nipples while Feyre set a steady pace. “Do you think you can take Feyre’s knot, omega? It’ll stuff you nice and full for a good while,” Rhys whispered in your ear.
Full. The word set off something inside of you, your hips rising to meet Feyre’s, eager to feel as full as you could, stuffed full of your pretty alpha-
The pad of Rhys’s thumbs flicking over your nipples was the extra little bit you needed to tip over the edge, pleasure cooling your blood for a few seconds before the overwhelming heat surged back. You cried out at the discomfort and your alphas shushed you softly. Feyre’s hips stuttered before she quickened her pace, each stroke of her cock building you back up to the peak. Your alpha lowered her mouth to the left side of your neck, sucking gently on your skin before biting down harshly.
You hardly registered the pain the bite caused when the ecstasy of it washed over you, your own mouth finding her neck to repeat the action. Your pleasure doubled, and it felt like your alpha was a part of you. She came with you, hips thrusting until the thick knot at the base of her cock locked her inside of you. The fullness that came with it had the heat receding until it was only in your belly, burning bright where her seed had spilled inside of you.
A pleased sigh left your mouth.
“Feeling better, omega?” Feyre asked as she settled in on top of you, her chest flush with yours.
“Mhm,” you hummed, burying your face against her neck. She smelled so perfect, even better than before, if it was possible.
“Good,” Feyre sighed, scenting your own neck. “My pretty little mate, you’re perfect in every way.”
“Mate?” you asked sleepily, a yawn breaking from your lips.
“That’s right, ‘mega,” Rhys said, his voice a soothing rumble to your right. “We’re all mates, our souls made for each other. Don’t you feel the bond?” The moment he asked it felt like a cord in your heart was being strummed gently, the soft brush of your mates’ souls against yours, though one connection was weaker than the other.
You wiggled beneath Feyre, needing to get closer to Rhys. When you couldn’t move, you let out a pitiful whine, one hand reaching for Rhys’s hair. After finding purchase you pulled him in, giggling at how easily he let you move him. It was only once he was pressed as closely as he could be to your and Feyre’s sides that you allowed yourself to relax again.
“Is this better, omega?” Rhys asked with a chuckle, and you hummed in agreement. “Good, good. I can’t wait for you to bear my mark, as well,” he said softly, fingers brushing over the skin of your neck.
“It’s marvelous, Rhys,” Feyre breathed, her tongue laving on the bite mark she’d left. “I can feel you so much more clearly, pretty girl.”
She was right- you could feel Feyre’s emotions, her elation at being fully bonded with you and her lingering arousal. It only made you want her more, even with her buried inside of you.
“Then it’s my turn to knot you next,” Rhys said, his lips pressing to your temple. His words sent a thrill through you, arousal flooding back into your system.
It took another ten minutes of being cooed over by your alphas for Feyre’s cock to slip out of you, a mixture of your spendings dripping out of you. The heat of your body kicked up again, nearing unbearable levels after only a minute without her buried inside of you. You let out a pathetic whine, hands grabbing for Feyre as she shifted to your left side. Rhys took no time in sliding over you, hands parting your legs wide so he could line himself up with your core, pressing into you in one thrust, pushing the breath from your lungs.
His length filled you so completely it nearly hurt, the tinge of pain turning to pleasure the moment he started to move. Feyre’s hands roamed your chest, pinching your nipples and squeezing your breasts. You could feel her arousal through the bond as her blue-grey eyes lingered where you were joined with Rhys, the feeling eliciting a whine from you.
Every thrust from Rhys was a balm to the heat blazing through you, each burst of pleasure easing the ache that had settled into your body and core. You did your best to meet his hips with yours, a low moan leaving you when his hands angled them for you and the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix, the usually painful movement bringing you nothing but bliss. Rhys repeated the movement and let out a groan when you clenched around him.
Soft fingers trailed from your breasts, down your stomach and settling over your clit, two fingers circling the sensitive bud. You moaned at the contact, so close to the edge, all you needed was-
“Alpha,” you moaned, hands reaching for his shoulders to pull him closer as you came, your body shuddering beneath his.
“Such a pretty little ‘mega, coming all over my cock,” Rhys praised, still thrusting in and out of you. “Do you want my knot, sweet girl?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined, the heat in your core already spreading back through your body, but your alphas could help. His hips moved faster, chasing his own release and sending you down the line between pleasure and pure bliss again. Moans spilled from your mouth with each movement, each press of him so deep inside you, you knew you’d never forget the feel of him. Your alpha’s strong arms lifted your chest to his, the pained pleasure of his teeth sinking into your skin making you climax again, and this time Rhys followed you, the base of his knot pressing inside you just before it swelled, locking the two of you together as he emptied himself in you. You bit down on his neck, delighting in the strangled moan he let out, the way his hips stuttered against yours. Just as with Feyre, you could feel his emotions and passing thoughts, the intimacy of it nearly overwhelming.
A pleased sigh left your lips, your body nearly drained of heat. You were putty in their hands as they readjusted you so you were on your side, Rhys’s knot still buried inside of you with one of your legs slung over his own. Feyre snuggled against your back, her lips kissing over the sore spot where she’d marked you earlier, and you moaned quietly at the feelings.
Exhaustion overtook you, the warmth and comfort of your alphas around you dragging you into the realm of sleep.
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Every time you awoke, it was the same. You’d mewl and whine and seek out the alpha closest to you, or, better yet, both of them. Teeth and tongues and hands and knots worked tirelessly to soothe the aching heat that kept burning and burning within you, no matter how often they filled you.
Time blurred in the safe, comfortable space of your nest with your alphas tending to your every need. You didn’t see the need to fight anything that they did anymore, more than willing to let them decide when you needed a bath or to eat, especially when they treated you which such reverence as they cared for you.
The constant press of their emotions slowly became a comfortable weight in your chest, the tugs they sent down the bond sparking happiness in your heart.
You yawned as you woke this time, the heat in your blood only simmering as you nuzzled into the chest below you.
“You awake, omega?” Feyre asked softly, her fingers already carding through your hair. You hummed in response. “Do you want breakfast?”
Want, yes. But not breakfast.
Your lips wrapped around one of her nipples and you suckled gently, pleased by the soft noise she let out. Heat built in your core, different from the overwhelming heat that had been plaguing you over the past few days. No, this one was borne entirely from the need you had for your alphas-
You released her skin abruptly, sitting up to look around the room. Your nest was still mostly intact, somehow, but…
“Where’s alpha?” you asked with a pout, fear worming its way into your heart. Surely he hadn’t left you already…? When Feyre struggled for an answer you let out a quiet keen, tears leaking out of your eyes without warning. “Where’s alpha?”
“He’s out in the main room, but-”
You stood on shaky legs, making for the door without a thought to your state of complete undress before Feyre’s arms caught you. Another keen left you, louder this time, and Feyre shushed you as she slid fabric over your arms and tied it shut around your waist. This time when you made for the door she didn’t stop you, instead wrapping her own robe around herself when you glanced back at her for a second before swinging the door separating you from your other alpha open.
Instantly, your eyes caught on him, from the expanse of his wings to the skin of his muscled chest, and then you were on him, face buried in his neck.
“Well, it’s nice to see that the rumors are true, Rhysand,” a voice said from behind you, but you didn’t care enough to see who it was. “Fifty years, we’ve lived without omegas. Would you deign to tell me how you happened across this one?”
Rhysand growled beneath you, the sound echoed by Feyre as she slid onto the couch next to you, the blanket in her arms draped over your back in an instant. “Frankly, I don’t see how that concerns you in any way, Vanserra.”
“Oh? You don’t think the return of omegas to our world has anything to do with me and my court?” Feyre’s chest rumbled in warning, and you could almost see the glare she was wearing, even with your face still buried against Rhys’s skin. “You’ve already claimed her, no alpha in their right mind would even think of stealing her from you. All my court wants to know is how?”
“How what, Eris?”
“How did you find her, Feyre? Surely the first omega to present in over five decades didn’t just stumble into your laps,” the male said.
Silence reigned for a few minutes, enough time for you to pull your face away from Rhys’s skin to look behind you, where a red haired male sat on the opposite couch, fire shimmering in his eyes and the long tresses that hung past his chest. Those fiery amber eyes met yours, a smirk falling into place over his lips when he saw your nostrils flare, the scent of cinnamon and embers sinking into your senses. You wrinkled your nose and turned back to Rhys, savoring his soothing citrus and sea scent.
Someone let out an amused huff to your right, and a tiny peek told you it was the male you’d seen after the ordeal with that redheaded viper. He shot you a wink before he spoke, “Seems like the ‘mega doesn’t care for you, Eris.”
“Thank you for your input Cassian, but I would still like to know the answer to my question.”
Rhys let out a heavy breath beneath you, his hands coming to stroke your lower back, soothing the ache that you hadn’t noticed was growing there. “We found her a week and a half ago, wandering around in the outskirts of our court. Most people who fall through their world to here tend to fall back out within a few hours, but not her. It was only when we approached while she was asleep that her scent began to change to that of an omega.”
“She wasn’t born here,” Eris sighed. “Has she had any effect on your court so far?”
“No. The rot is in the same condition as before she arrived.”
“Perhaps there’s still hope. You said that she’s only been here for a little over a week?” You felt Rhys nod, the motion bringing your nose back to the crook of his neck to breathe in his scent. “Fifty years will take more time than that to be reversed. Are you willing to send one of your generals to my court if any changes occur?”
“What will you give us in return?” Feyre asked, one of her hands seeking out your skin beneath the blanket she’d draped over you. “After all, it’s dangerous to cross from Night to Autumn these days. Why should we risk one of our own?”
The male across from the three of you was silent for a minute. “Cleansing fire. I’ll send a small retinue every two weeks to burn away the rot in the air, in exchange for all information on changes to your court caused by your omega’s presence.”
“Agreed. We’ll alert you of any changes in a timely manner, Vanserra. Now, take your leave,” Rhys said, the sound of his voice stoking the heat inside of you once more, your hips wiggling over his.
The rustle of fabric and footsteps growing softer told you the male was leaving. “Enjoy the rest of your omega’s heat,” Eris said, the door creaking shut behind him just as your alphas growled.
“We’ll talk later,” Rhys said as he stood, the blanket falling from your form as he held you tightly against him. It took little time for him to enter the bedroom you shared and have you settled in your nest, legs parted around his hips as he removed the silken robe Feyre had put on you earlier. “You ready for my knot, pretty ‘mega?” You could barely nod before he was pressing into you, the stretch of him just as overwhelming as the first time.
The world was lost to you as your alphas took their time ravishing you, passing you between their knots until you finally fell asleep once more, the heat running through your veins nearly extinguished.
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When you woke two days later, you were sore and tired, but no longer mad with desire and burning without your alphas.
Feyre was pressed to your right side and Rhys to your left, their arms draped over each other and cocooning you in their warmth. Carefully, you turned to look at Feyre, study her face while it was relaxed, then did the same with Rhys.
Your life had been turned upside down since you arrived in this awful place, but… The two people next to you were so caring, and seemed entirely devoted to your safety and wellbeing. And with the bond in your chest thrumming with each breath they took, you were feeling… almost content. Of course, you wanted to go home, to return to your life and enjoy normalcy once more.
However, they just might be pretty and intoxicating enough to make you forget all about your past life.
Rhys’s breathing shifted, your eyes drawn to his the moment they opened. “Good morning, ‘mega. How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” you answered. You took a moment to assess how you felt beyond that, and suddenly the layer of sweat and whatever else on your skin was entirely too noticeable. “And dirty,” you said, your nose wrinkling.
“We can fix that, little love,” Feyre said through a yawn. “How does a bath sound?”
You were already sitting up, ready to scrub yourself clean in the large bathing pool they’d taken you to when your heat had just begun, after you’d been saved from that vile alpha. But as soon as you were standing, your stomach rumbled. Loudly.
“We really should feed you first-”
You shook your head, lips falling into a pout. “No. I want to be clean first.” Your eyes drifted to your nest, the fabrics and furs you’d so carefully chosen now a rumpled mess, stains everywhere. “Can we fix my nest too?”
“Of course, darling,” Rhys said softly, a sweet look in his eyes. “Feyre will take you to the bath while I clean up in here.” You opened your mouth to protest, but Rhys spoke again, “I’ll join you as soon as I can, ‘mega.”
“C’mon, Y/N,” Feyre said as she stood, an arm wrapping around your bare waist. She led you to the bathing room again, passing through the main room which was empty. A blessing, considering you were still bare and would rather not be seen by the two males that also lived in these quarters.
The pool of water was delightfully warm; your skin had been chilled in the air of this place now that you weren’t in heat. You didn’t wait for Feyre to slip into the water before you were wading a bit further into the pool. It didn’t grow any deeper away from the pool, but you took the opportunity to float on your back anyways.
The ceiling was yellow here, too. Everywhere you looked, the walls were yellow. It was starting to give you a headache with how often you had to see it, the strange other-ness of it setting off a warning bell in your head.
But you were stuck here, and being protected from the evils that lurked around every corner was better than attempting to find a way out. After all, you hadn’t had any luck so far, and from the snippets of conversation with the red-headed male you remembered, you were unlikely to ever return to your world.
It should have scared you more.
“What are you thinking about, love?” Feyre asked as she sank to her knees next to where you were floating, one hand trailing over your abdomen.
“Nothing,” you sighed, eyes flicking to her when she poked a nail into your skin softly. “Just… About what I heard when we went into the living room. About most people leaving soon after they fall in here.”
“Ah.” Feyre had a knowing look in her eyes. “I know it’s scary, being taken from your life, but Rhys and I will make sure you’re as happy as can be. And I’ll never let anything happen to you again, omega.” The title sent a thrill down your spine, a bit of heat pooling in your core. Feyre’s fingers danced from your stomach down to the apex of your thighs, one dipping between your folds teasingly. “Come here, sweetness,” she said as she guided you closer. You automatically followed her request, your arms wrapping around her shoulders. Once you were steady on your knees, her fingers slipped lower again, two brushing over your clit in small, slow circles. “I’ll treat you like this every day, ‘mega.”
You moaned breathily before you pressed your lips to hers, the taste of her just as delicious as her scent. Your knees parted a bit further, trying to urge her fingers to slip inside of you, eliciting a soft laugh from your alpha. “You said you were sore, love. Do you think you can take a finger or two?” Without a thought you nodded, sighing in pleasure when two fingers sunk into you, her palm pressing against your clit as she fingered you slowly. The noises you made echoed through the room, only quieted when Feyre’s plush lips claimed yours.
You were so lost in your pleasure you only noticed Rhys once he was behind you, his hands running over your shoulders and arms with a feather light touch. The sensation only added to your bliss, each touch from them building the fire within you higher and higher.
When Feyre’s teeth sank into the mark she’d made on you, you tumbled over the edge, held in your alpha’s arms as you rode out your orgasm.
When you regained control of your body, you were far too tired to clean yourself, instead leaning against Feyre even more. Her body was so soft and inviting, and her arms held you tightly against her as Rhys began to lather your hair with something that smelled of lilacs, likely an equivalent to shampoo.
“That feels so nice,” you cooed when his nails scraped across your scalp lightly, and he repeated the action until it was time to rinse your hair.
You let your alphas scrub at your skin with gentle hands, the feeling of filth on your skin leaving you with each touch. It was a lovely feeling, being taken care of so completely and without needing to ask. Just as lovely was when you watched Feyre wash Rhys and vice versa, the constant arousal you felt while around them growing once more.
Once the three of you were clean, any evidence of your heat washed away, Rhys pulled you from the bath and began to pat you dry as Feyre wrapped your hair in a towel.
“So, we were thinking that we could take you on a little tour of our court, if you feel up to it,” Feyre said once you were bundled in a robe and being brought back to the bedroom.
“I’ve already seen all of it, though,” you said with confusion. The main room only had a few doors, all of which you’d peeked into when you were lead away from your alphas a week ago. What more could there be to see? Your brow furrowed at the place where you nest had been- now little more than a pile of furs.
“Oh, there’s plenty more for you to see beyond these few rooms, little love,” Feyre giggled. “Everyone will be excited to meet you, I bet you’ll even receive a gift or two from them.”
Everyone?
“And don’t worry, your nesting materials are just drying. I saw that look,” Rhys said as he guided you to the middle of the furs. You nodded, knowing that it made sense. After all, it’s not like they had a dryer down here. “There’s roast and root vegetables, if you’re ready to eat.”
You stomach growled again, as if it was telling him that yes, you were more than ready to eat. You laughed with your alphas as you nodded, and you watched Rhys leave the room. Feyre sat down next to you, an arm snaking around your waist. She pressed a kiss to your covered shoulder, the gesture bringing a smile to your face. Rhys returned a moment later with a tray laden with three plates of steaming roast and something that looked similar to potatoes, if they were a dark blue and brown in the center. The smell was heavenly, and the first bite you took proved it was just as delicious.
Silence reigned the room as the three of you ate, the weight of it comfortable. You finished your food first, stomach absolutely stuffed by the time your plate was empty. It didn’t take long for your alphas to finish eating, the tray taken away by Rhys as Feyre pulled you down against the furs and into her arms.
“What about the tour?” you asked sleepily, yawning a moment later.
“The tour can wait, love. You look like you could use a nap first,” she whispered in your ear, and you nodded in agreement. A nap did sound perfect right now…
You were nearly asleep by the time Rhys rejoined you, his chest to your back and one massive wing blocking out the ever-present light of this place.
Some time later you woke, your mouth dry. Feyre and Rhys were conversing softly in a language you couldn’t understand, and you were still snuggled between them.
“Omega,” Rhys murmured into your hair as one of his hands gripped your hip. “Feeling better?”
“Mm. I need a drink, though,” you said, stretching out as much as you could while you were still between them before going boneless once more. A moment later a glass was in front of you, filled with clear water that you drained quickly. The cool liquid soothed the discomfort in your throat and you hummed your thanks. “You mentioned…” you paused to think for a moment, your head still foggy from sleep. “A tour?”
“That’s right, little love. We want to show you the settlement in our court,” Feyre said, fingers dancing along the back of your arm. “I think you’ll love it.” Her words were punctuated with a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Let’s go then,” you said, excitement building within you. A settlement, meaning other people! Sure, you’d seen a large number of- well, you wouldn’t call them people as much as monsters- when you’d been held captive, but seeing a friendly crowd of people would reassure you that life might not be all that bad down here.
“The bond, ‘mega. It can share more than just feelings, sometimes our thoughts will reach each other,” Rhys explained.
“Oh…” You bit your lip. That didn’t help your embarrassment, but at least you knew now. You’d just have to keep your thoughts a little quieter from now on. “Do I get to wear something at least?” you asked with a giggle. You were personally hoping for something warm, like the fur dress they’d put you in when they’d first brought you here. And some shoes- those you wanted most of all, if you were to be walking around.
“Of course, silly,” Feyre tittered. “We wouldn’t want everyone to see you bare. That’s our privilege alone.” A different kind of heat rushed to your cheeks, and you fought down the arousal that was threatening to resurface. Feyre disentangled herself from you and made her way to the armoire in the corner near the door. She came back a moment later, a long fur dress in her hands and she gestured for you to stand.
You let her slide the dress onto you, skin delighted at the softness of the fur. Next came Rhys sliding your feet into buttery leather socks, then warm fur boots, and your ensemble was finished off by the warm fur cloak they’d given you on your first night here being wrapped fastened around your neck.
“Feeling cozy?” Feyre asked. You nodded, then watched as the two of them dressed quickly, and in far less than you. Feyre noticed your quizzical stare and said, “We’re used to the environment here, love. You still freeze without one of us touching you, which is why we bundled you up so thoroughly. Now, are you ready?”
“Mhm!”
Your alphas led you out of the bedroom and through the door at the opposite end of the main room, one that you’d thought was just an empty room when you’d peeked into it before. Now, though, it led to another long corridor. Something in the air here felt safer than the hallways you’d stumbled through before, but perhaps that was the alphas on either side of you.
After a few minutes you slid your hands into theirs, the warmth of their skin sending a pleasant rush through the bond as it strengthened, their emotions even clearer now. Excitement and anticipation and fizzy happiness flowed through you, lightening your own mood even further.
It took some time, maybe an hour and a half, for the hallway to expand, different offshoots appearing frequently. Another fifteen minutes and you began to see signs of life. Vines laden with the berries you’d tried to eat before appeared every few feet, and the dulled sound of a crowd reached your ears.
Finally, the hallway ended, a door at the very end of it. Rhys turned the knob and pulled the door open, and your jaw dropped at what you saw.
Thank you my love 🫶 I was tooooo I've had it ready for like two daysss and it's already been so much fun! I especially loved this one... I blame Rhys, he possessed me to write this 🫠
A Bonding Experience
Bat Boys x Reader, Hypnosis
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"You can't be serious, Rhys. You took a hypnosis class?" you asked him incredulously. "You might as well have thrown your money in the trash."
Rhys's violet eyes narrowed at your for a moment before widening, the usual twinkle of mischief coming back into them almost instantly. "If you're so confident that it's not real, why don't you let me hypnotize you?" he asked.
"Yeah, Y/N, test it out for us," Cassian chuckled from his place on the couch, game controller in hand. "He's been talking about it all day, I want him to stop." Azriel nodded in agreement, causing Rhys to let out a wounded noise.
"You have to do it now, Y/N," Rhys insisted. "For my honor." You rolled your eyes but nodded anyways.
After all, what was the harm? It's all fake.
"Alright! Cass, Az, get off the couch," he demanded, and both of them sighed before complying. "Now, Y/N, sit on the middle cushion, just in case you tip over once you're in the trance."
You pushed off of the bar stool you'd sat on and made your way to the couch, not missing the way Rhys's eyes turned predatory for a moment- him and his damn need to prove himself right.
"Alright, now that you're sitting, I'll have you follow my breathing instructions. Breathe in," he told you, and you did as he said. "And out. And in, and out." He repeated the process long enough that you started zoning out, just listening to the sound of his voice. "Now, imagine yourself being truly free of every worry you have, unburdened by expectations and responsibility. Nod if you hear me," he said softly, his words registering just enough for you to hear, and you nodded. It was nice, to think of yourself like that. Confident, uncaring of what other people think. "Now, keep breathing with me, in, and out."
You were starting to feel tired, with all this mediation-type stuff, and fought a yawn as Rhys began speaking again.
"Y/N, when I say fall asleep , you'll go to sleep, and only wake up once I say the word shadow again. Do you understand?" You nodded, still forcing the yawn down. "Good. Fall asleep."
Your chin dropped to your test, and the three boys looked at each other.
*Did it really work?
Rhys walked over to you and clapped his hands in front of your face, your head slowly raising up. Your eyes were glazed over, not quite focusing on him as two fingers lifted your chin. "Such a good girl, Y/N. Stand up for me."
You did as he said, raising on shaky legs and nearly standing chest to chest with him.
"Take off your shirt."
It was off in a moment, dropped to your feet without a care.
"And your bra."
"Your pants."
The three males looked at each other, all with varying degrees of surprise in their eyes.
"Can I take her panties off?"
It was Azriel who asked, and Cassian held a hand to his chest. "What if I wanted to?"
Rhys rolled his eyes. His brother never was a patient man, especially when it came to females- in this case, not unwilling but certainly unaware. Besides, the three of them had held feelings for you from the moment they met you all those years ago.
"Go ahead, Azriel. If you'd like, you can taste her first, Cassian."
He smirked. "Deal."
Azriel pushed off of the wall he'd been leaning against and walked over to you, a hand coming to cup one of your breasts before drifting lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties. One slipped between your folds, a smirk on his face at what he found. He dragged a bit of wetness up to your clit, circling two fingers over it, enjoying the way your legs quivered at his touch.
"Azriel," Rhys warned. "Take them off, then let Cassian play."
Azriel didn't argue, only turned to Cassian and lifted his fingers, wet with your slick, to his mouth, licking them clean. Cass glared at him, ready to barge over and rip Y/N's panties off of her before Azriel had the chance.
As if sending his thoughts, Azriel hooked both of his index fingers around the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down slowly and guiding your feet out of them with gentle hands.
"Where do you want her Cass?"
Cassian looked at his options. Either the couch, the armchair or... "The floor is fine. More room to move around." He grabbed the one throw blanket they always kept on the couch for you, laying it out in the space between the coffee table and TV stand.
"Lay down on the blanket Y/N. Good, now spread your legs, darling. Perfect." Even in this state, the praise made you blush, perhaps the prettiest pink he'd ever seen.
Cassian didn't take any instructing to get into place, his broad shoulders keeping your legs spread with ease as he dove in, tongue licking a broad stripe up your cunt. "Fuck, she's divine," he groaned before ignoring his brothers altogether. It was much more satisfying to feel you shudder beneath him, quiet moans slipping out of you as he ate you out like a starved man. His tongue pushed into you, eyes closing for a moment before opening. No, he wanted to remember every moment of this. Rhys and Azriel were kneeling on either side of you, their hands already reaching to play with your chest.
He replaced his tongue with two fingers, delighted when your pussy fluttered around them when he curled them just right. And when his tongue hit your clit? Your legs started shaking almost immediately, your sweet pussy clenching around him as you came.
"Alright, move it Cassian," Rhys demanded impatiently, already undoing the ties of his sweatpants before replacing Cassian between your legs. "You've been such a good girl for us, Y/N. Go ahead and suck Azriel and Cassian's cocks." A rush of arousal went through him as you sat up on your elbows without a hint of resistance, licking your lips with a hungry look in your eyes. And while he'd love to watch you suck his friends' off for the first time, he was much more preoccupied with the idea of fucking you.
Two fingers entered you with ease, the third with a bit of resistance that melted away in half a second, his cock pushing inside of you the next. Your walls were heaven around Rhys's cock, and when he bottomed out inside of you he heard a choking noise-
"Breathe, Y/N, breathe," Rhys instructed you as he pulled out, just to thrust into you as you took a deep breath in, the air leaving you right away. "Back to it, darling."
You nodded, eyes still hazy as you reach for Cassian's cock this time, a hand immediately fisting in your hair and using your mouth as he liked. Azriel was lazily fisting his cock, watching as they both took part in destroying you, your mascara already running down your cheeks from the gagging you'd fought.
You were beautiful like this, free of worries as Rhys had said. Well, except not having one of their cocks in your mouth at the moment, as though it was your life's purpose.
Azriel certainly wouldn't mind if it was.
Rhys lifted your legs and hips to get a better angle, thrusting into you hard and fast as he chased his own release, grinning when Azriel squeezed a hand between you legs to play with your clit and pouring into you as your cunt fluttered around him, stopping inside of you for a minute to savor the moment.
A bonding experience, just as he'd said.
"How about you two try and stuff her together? There's a bottle of lube in my nightstand," Rhys suggested, and Azriel jumped up, more than ready to sink into whatever hole of yours he was offered.
"What about you, Rhys? Spent for the night?" Cassian chuckled as Rhys pulled out of you, both of them staring at the way his cum dripped from your hole.
"Not in the least, brother. I'll be having that pretty little mouth while she's full of both of you. Isn't that right, Y/N?"
You nodded, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Azriel sped back into the room, bottle in hand. "Hm. Maybe we don't even need this." Rhys smirked. "Keep it nearby, just in case."
Summary: You're confused, angry, then confused again. Oh, and sore. Very, very sore.
Warnings: dub-con as fuck, smut, mind manipulation, forced mating bond acceptance (lemme know if I missed somethin)
Words: idk on my phone again lol
Author's Notes: I hope you guys like this ooone I'll come back and edit it some after work but I neeeded to get this out to you guyssss I worked on it at midnight last night and then from 6:30 to now 😂 lemme know what you think!
18+ only pls
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Soft light poured through the trees above you, orange, red and gold leaves adorning them. A few fluttered to the ground, one of them tickling your nose before falling to the earth and eliciting a soft laugh from you.
Your hands were interlaced with two others, and sneaky glances out of the corners of your eyes revealed them.
Your... What were they again?
You scrunched your forehead in confusion, your left hand receiving a gentle squeeze a moment later.
"Are you alright, little flame?" You turned your head to look at him, eyes meeting warm amber, red hair covering the earth beneath him.
"Of course," you said lightly, pushing away the sinking feeling that something was wrong.
"You want to get married, don't you?" The female next to you sighed, tugging on your hand lightly. Her skin was glowing brightly, tiny flames burning at the ends of her hair. "I always knew this day would come, but I don't want you to. I'll miss my baby girl so much," she cooed, brushing a hand filled with tiny, swirling flames over your cheek, the heat tickling your skin. "You should stay at the cottage with me forever."
"I won't go anywhere, mama, I promise," you reassured her. "Besides, who would I marry?" you giggled, trying to think of any males that you knew-
"Breakfast time!" a voice yelled, pulling you from your dream. "Mother, how are you still asleep, Y/N?" The tall one- Cassian- said, the mattress beneath you shifting, and you felt a weight hovering over you. "Does your head still hurt?" he whispered, letting a thumb brush over your temple.
There was still a dull ache behind your eyes, but you felt... better? Still foggy, though, like you were wading through mud in your mind.
"Not too much," you whispered softly, a happy thrill tugging against your heart-
Leading you straight to him.
Three other golden strings were tied to your heart, each of them pulsing gently in time with your heartbeat.
Your mates.
"Good, good. Let's get you to the kitchen, baby girl," Cassian said, pulling himself off of you, a chill running up your spine with the absence of his warmth. He stood and scooped you out of the bed, a surprised squeak leaving your lips. His long legs carried the two of you swiftly to the door, and you pinched his arm gently.
"I'd like to wear something," you said when he stopped to look down at you, hazel eyes worried for a moment before softening.
"Of course, baby. I know just the thing," Cassian said when he set you on your feet carefully. He went into the closet, coming back a moment later with a giddy smile on his face. He held up a large maroon t-shirt, sliding it over your arms and letting it fall over your body, the hem resting an inch above your knees. "You look even more perfect," he sighed happily before lifting you into his arms again.
The hallways all blurred together, each turn only making you more confused-
If you lived here, shouldn't you... remember your home?
Unease gnawed at your stomach, setting you on edge as Cassian brought you into the kitchen, your other mates busy setting the table for breakfast.
"Good morning, Y/N!" Feyre squealed, dropping the cutlery she was holding to the table before beelining towards you, prying you from Cassian's arms so you were standing. Her arms encircled you tightly, your mate scenting your neck deeply before pulling away. "Are you hungry, love? We made your favorite- pancakes!"
Your brow furrowed. Pancakes weren't your favorite, muffins were-
Suddenly you remembered trying Azriel's pancakes for the first time, declaring that they were your favorite breakfast food from now on through a mouthful of them. The memory sent a sharp pain to the base of your skull, your slight wince of pain noticed by all four of your mates.
"Is your head hurting you, darling?" Rhys asked knowingly, as if you'd already confirmed it. You felt a distinct pressure in your head for a moment, your confusion at the sensation disappearing a moment later. "Sit and eat, it will make you feel better."
Four pairs of hands fussed over you, pushing your chair in carefully. Your plate was piled high with pancakes and fruit, plenty of blueberry syrup poured over the fluffy stack.
Cassian had gleefully stolen your silverware, cutting each bite and feeding it to you, taking bites of his own while you were chewing.
Rhys, Feyre and Azriel were discussing something to do with the Hewn City- where that was, you had no clue.
In fact... you had no clue where you were.
You were halfway through your plate when the memory hit you again-
Your nose was plugged by two strong fingers, your chin held in place by a large hand.
"Open up, and you can breathe again," Feyre said, waving a forkful of pancakes in front of you. "Come on, for your mate? Please?" You narrowed your eyes at her, trying to convey that you would never eat something from any of them-
But you ran out of air before the message was understood, and the moment you opened your mouth to take a breath, the food was shoved into your mouth. A hand clamped over your mouth, and paired with the fingers still pinching your nose, you had no choice but to chew.
Tying you to them forever.
You stood up abruptly, only managing to turn to the doorway you'd come through before you were restrained, hands pinned behind your back and a large, tanned hand holding you against Cassian's stomach.
"Oh, no, little love," Feyre said darkly. "You're not going anywhere. You're our mate, remember?"
You shook your head, wiggling in the Illyrian's hold. "I didn't choose to accept the bond! You forced me to!" You insisted, fighting hard against the iron grip keeping you still.
"Because you don't know what you want, darling," Rhys stated simply. "But we know exactly what you want."
"What I want is to go home!"
"And where is that?" The question came from Azriel, who had been silent until now. His hazel eyes were dark as they roved over your body before locking with yours. "The only place you belong is here."
You shook your head, trying to remember what your home looked like but-
There was nothing.
You couldn't remember where you'd grown up, what hobbies you enjoyed, childhood friends, even your parents- all of it sat on the edge of your mind, slipping through your fingers when you tried to reach for it.
Cool fingers met your cheeks, bringing your attention back to the four people keeping you captive.
"How about we let Cassian show you just how much you belong here, hm?" Feyre asked, blue-grey eyes staring at you intently. You weren't sure what she meant, but you were certain you didn't want to. Without wasting a second you were pulled through the fabric of the world for a moment, the three of you landing in the bedroom you'd woken up in.
Panic started growing in your chest, your breathing quickening-
It was snuffed out, leaving you sitting on Cassian's lap, one hand moving up from your waist to knead your breast, the other snaking down between your legs, lifting the fabric of your borrowed shirt-
You glared at Feyre, not entirely sure why you were so upset, but the playful smile on her lips had some of it melting away.
"See, little love? You belong with us," she said softly, a hand cupping your cheek so, so gently. "Don't you agree?"
Cassian's fingers dipped between your folds, a groan vibrating against your neck. "Sweet girl, so wet for your mates," he murmured against your skin, gently biting down before laving at the hurt.
"If you play around with her too long, Cassian, maybe Azriel or I should show her who she belongs to," Rhys said. Your eyes fluttered open, you hadn't even realized they'd fallen shut, and now you had three witnesses as Cassian growled, pulling you tighter to his chest.
"Don't even dare," he hissed. "What do you think, baby? Can you take me without preparation?" Your brow furrowed in confusion, but it was short lived as Cassian stood, turned around and deposited you on the bed, his pants shoved from his hips.
Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, the head of it red and leaking precum, and entirely too large for you to take.
"Oh, don't doubt yourself like that darling," Rhys smirked. "You've taken Cassian countless times, you'll be fine."
"Maybe a bit sore," Azriel chuckled.
Two thick fingers pushed into you, stretching you quickly as your eyes watched Cassian, his own darkened with desire. A satisfied grin slipped over his lips at the squelching noise they made, heat covering your cheeks. You tried lifting your hands to cover your face, only for them to be pinned to the bed gently, Feyre and Rhys smirking on either side of you.
"This is your punishment for thinking you don't belong here, with your mates darling," Rhys cooed, brushing his free hand against your cheeks. "There will be no hiding your pleasure from the four of us today."
You pouted at him, only for Cassian to curl his fingers just so, a pleasured sigh leaving your lips instead. He chuckled before pulling them out, using the slick on them to coat his cock. Just the sight of him running his hand over it had butterflies fluttering in your stomach, knowing he'd be inside of you in just a moment-
But you had been angry, right...? What had you been angry-
Cassian pushed into you slowly, the stretch of the first inch burning, and you tried to back away, tried to get some space-
"Ah, ah," Cassian said, pinning your hips with his hands. "No running away from us, sweet mate." Inch by inch, he forged his way inside of you, the stretch leaving you with no room to breathe by the time he'd seated himself fully inside of you.
You were gasping, your hands curled into the sheets as you tried to breathe, tried to adjust to the size of him stretching you so completely, but there was no getting used to it, especially once he started moving.
The hard and fast pace he set had you gasping with each thrust, the head of his cock bumping against your cervix every few times, pain melding with pleasure. Two fingers slipped over your clit in time with Cassian's movements, building you up higher, higher higher-
You came with a cry, walls quivering around Cassian as you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed at the pleasure still being thrust into you. Cassian groaned, falling forward to lave at your neck as he emptied himself inside of you.
You felt stretched beyond belief, tenderness already blossoming when his cock twitched inside of you, a whimper leaving your lips.
"Cass, get off of her, she's learned her lesson. Right, darling?" Rhys said expectantly.
You weren't sure what they were talking about, but you nodded your head anyways. Anything to lessen the pressure inside of you-
Cassian pulled out reluctantly, pressing a kiss to your lips before getting up completely. "I'll go grab a cloth, alright love?"
You didn't care what he did as you rolled onto your right side, curling into a ball and wincing at how sore you felt already, the small about of preparation he'd done doing little to stop the pain blooming inside of you.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic little love," Feyre giggled. "You love the feeling of being sore after sex, remember?"
Memory after memory hit you of you reveling in the feeling left behind by your mates, curling into Feyre's side as she held you gently while the boys cleaned you up.
Warnings: Omegaverse, Keir (ew), I don't think there's anything else
💜💙❤️ bat boys + 💖 fluff + 🔥 omegaverse
Notes: iiii did not know how to end this 😂 so we diss Keir! Woo! I'm a serious author. I promise. I hope you like this one, I had so much fun writing it!! ☺️
18+ only pls
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Blanket after blanket, pillow after pillow, fur after fur. All of them were arranged carefully on the massive bed you and your alphas shared, exactly as the omega in you was calling for.
You'd even pulled a few of your alphas' clothes from the hamper - the sweater Rhys had worn last night, Azriel's soft cotton shirt, and the shorts Cassian had worn this morning before leaving the house.
It was perfect, except...
You left the bedroom, heading off in search of Azriel.
It didn't take you long, only a few minutes to spot him. He was in the library, sitting in his favorite chair with piles of reports next to him and on his lap, a quill in hand.
Hazel eyes looked from parchment to you, nose scenting your impending heat with his next breath. Az sent his work away with his shadows, standing from his chair without wasting a moment.
"Do we need to locate the others, omega?" He asked as he wound his arms around you, eliciting a purr from your chest.
"Mhm, Cass was... shopping?" You couldn't quite remember where he'd said he was going, but you were sure that Az could find him. He could find anyone. "And Rhysie went to the Hewn City... So..." you trailed off, unsure if you'd be allowed to go with him to fetch Rhys, but your heart ached at even the idea of being away from him for a second.
"We'll find Cass first, then we'll go save Rhys from Keir's bellyaching."
Your purr only intensified at the promise you would be going with him, and you relaxed into his hold as he shadow-walked the two of you to into the city, starting in the Palace of Hoof and Leaf.
Cassian was halfway into the Palace, his arms filled with bags of vegetables, fruits, baked goods and meat, and currently standing in front of an herb master.
"Yes, I'd like a small satchel of-" Cassian's words were interrupted as he was shadow-walked to the Town House. "Basil," he sighed, looking slightly upset before scenting you. "Oh."
"Put everything away, quickly please. We still need to get Rhys," Azriel instructed him, a scarred hand now carding through your hair, nails scratching your scalp occasionally.
"Why can't you help me?" Cass complained. He looked to Azriel who had a brow quirked, noticing that you hadn't moved an inch from where you'd been standing, and if anything, you'd tightened your grip on him. "Damn, why'd I have to get groceries today," he grumbled playfully, picking up his pace for your sake.
In another minute, everything was put away, Cassian back at your side. His chest held you against Azriel as his arms wrapped around Az's torso, shadows carrying the three of you much farther, all the way to Rhys's meeting room in the Hewn City.
"What is the meaning of this?" A nasally voice asked, one that you hated. The acrid scent of evil alpha wafted from him, setting your nose on fire.
"Azriel?" Your body relaxed again just at the midnight voice of your third alpha, a trill slipping from your lips. You peered from between your alphas to look at him, see those pretty starry eyes that you loved so much, but your view was blocked by Keir.
You growled softly at the male, matching rumbles coming from the chests on either side of you.
Rhys was up and in front of you in an instant, violet eyes lit with concern until he scented you, concern giving way to arousal as he noticed the fire burning in your eyes.
He winnowed the four of you without a word to Keir, all of you landing in front of your nest.
You pushed each of them into your nest, each of them careful in not disturbing the edges - not yet, at least.
Finally, your nest was perfect. All you'd needed was your alphas.
You dove in, crawling to rest on top of Rhys. "It took way to long to get you," you complained. "And Keir smells bad."
Deep chuckles rumbled around you, each of your alphas humming their agreement.
for the upcoming polysjm week is x reader or oc fics ok? i’m assuming it would be but i just wanted to double check? i can’t wait!!
X-reader and OC fics are absolutely welcome!! Whether you write all in canon, mostly out of canon characters, or a combination within the Maasverse universe we can’t wait to see what you come up with.
💖 Valentine's Collection 2025: One Room at The Inn 💖
Azris x Reader
Summary: After spending two months helping to rebuild an Autumn settlement with Azriel and Eris, you're nearly home to the Forest House. The three of you decide to spend the night at an inn, where there's only one room, with one bed.
Warnings: none! ☺️
Words: 1,155
Author's Note: this was fuuuun yes yes I like it. Az and Eris being soft bois 🥹 I hope you guys like it!! Read it on AO3!
18+ only pls
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Eris’s eyes were flaming when he returned to your and Azriel’s sides, only one key held in his hand. “They only had the one room, and it’s only got one bed,” he huffed.
Heat rushed to your cheeks at the thought of spending the night in the same room as them, let alone the same bed.
“We’ll sleep on the floor,” Azriel said softly, a hand already rubbing your upper back to soothe you.
“I will do no such thi-” Eris started, before cutting himself off. But when you turned to look at Azriel, his face was soft, no hint of a threat lingering that would’ve been able to shut Eris up. “Yes, alright, we will sleep on the floor, bunny. Now, let’s get you upstairs and into the bath first,” he fussed, extending an arm for you to take. You took it gladly, and let Eris lead you to the room the three of you would be sharing for the night, on your last day before returning to the Forest House. Azriel trailed behind you a few steps, but always in reach in case you needed his help.
The room was nice enough, with floor space for the males to sleep on… Though you felt rather guilty about that, knowing how much more they’d been doing than you had on the trip.
You had been picked by the Lady of Autumn, Eris’s mother, herself to oversee the rebuilding of a town on the edge of the Autumn-Winter border that had been all but wiped out by a landslide after record rainfalls in the height of autumn.
Somehow you’d been lucky enough to be given the Autumn Heir as your partner for the journey, and he’d elected to bring his friend, the Shadowsinger along.
For two months now, you’d been in close quarters with the males, their scents and appearances driving you mad. It didn’t help that the two of them were warm and caring towards only you, and seemed to put your needs above their own at every turn.
And now you were to sleep in the same room as them?
You were bound to have a dream about the two of them, with their scents so strong around you, and how embarrassing would it be for the Heir of Autumn and the Night Court’s Spymaster to bear witness to such a thing?
You were so overtaken with anxieties that you didn’t notice that Eris and Azriel had left, leaving you alone to take a bath and warm up after freeing yourself from your rain soaked clothing. You stripped down to your chemise and underthings, putting the rest of your clothes on the provided hangers, hoping that they would be dry enough to be comfortable in the morning.
You slipped your underwear off as well, hanging it with your socks and praying to the mother that the males wouldn’t notice, or at least would have the decency to not mention them.
Now, though, you ventured into the small attached bathroom, touched to see that a tub of water had already been filled for you, licks of steam rising from its surface. You pulled off your chemise, hung it on the hook on the back of the door, and sank into the water, sighing as heat began seeping back into your bones. This, at least, was worth having to share the room with Eris and Azriel.
You’d nearly finished scrubbing yourself clean when a knock sounded on the door. “Yes?”
“Y/N, I brought you a nightgown, if you’d like,” Eris said softly from the other side. Really?
“Oh, that would be lovely, Eris. You can set it on the counter, please,” you replied, sinking below the water to try and preserve whatever was left of your modesty. He opened the door, amber eyes flicking over to you for a moment before darting away, the smallest hints of a blush on his cheeks.
Maybe you weren’t the only on affected by this arrangement.
He left the nightgown on the counter as you’d asked, you giving your thanks before he practically bolted out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
A minute later you heard talking in the other room, and you assumed that Azriel had returned from wherever he’d gone.
You finished bathing in the next minute and reluctantly pulled yourself from the warm water and began to dry yourself with a fluffy towel before approaching the nightgown Eris had brought for you. Having a fresh set of clothes would let your chemise dry properly overnight, and you’d be saved the discomfort of sleeping in wet clothing. And the nightgown itself was very nice, made of a dark red silk and trimmed with soft white lace on the collar, hem, and sleeves. It fit you like a dream as well, nicer than anything you had worn in the past two months of hard work in the fields. And it was dry.
“Thank you, Eris,” you said softly when you exited the bathroom.
“Of course, bunny. I thought you might like some dry clothing for the night,” he replied before patting the seat next to him. “Come, Azriel brought us dinner.”
You took the seat next to him and across from Azriel, smiling at the offering of a hearty stew and fresh bread before tucking in.
Over the next hour the two of them bathed as well, coming out looking refreshed, cheeks flushed from the steam.
Soon enough it was late enough the three of you had agreed to try and sleep, the two of them taking their places on the floor, a blanket and pillow snagged from the bed for each of them.
You tried to sleep - you really, really tried - but after an hour of hearing Azriel’s wings rustle, and Eris’s tired and frustrated breathing, you cracked. Plus, without the extra bedding, you were feeling a bit chilled.
“The two of you can come up here,” you said in a small voice, surprised to hear both of them get up in an instant.
“Thank the mother, it’s cold down there,” Eris grumbled as he slid into bed in front of you, arms placed awkwardly as he tried not to touch you.
“Baby,” Azriel grunted as he took the spot behind you, his chest instantly warming your back and wing folding over the top of you, covering Eris as well. He hesitantly allowed his arm to loop around your waist, though he didn’t pull you closer like you secretly desired.
Their scents were so strong around you now, Azriel’s night mist and cedar smell mixing perfectly with Eris’s scent of embers and sweet vanilla.
You felt… At home, between them.
Your eyes started to feel heavy now, deep breaths into your lungs calming you even further. You stirred slightly when Eris finally let his arm wrap over you, his hand rubbing softly along your spine.
Between the two of them…
You felt safe.
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