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do you think it’s possible for lysandra to forgive aedion after he was a piece of shit and told her to “go to hell, you lying bitch” or something like that??? (i dont have the book here with me)

Absolutely.

People say terrible things when they are angry.  And Aedion is justifiably angry.  He didn’t strike her, he didn’t pull up the things she’s ashamed about in her past (he didn’t call her a whore, for example), he called her a bitch, because he was furious.  Have you never called someone a name in anger?  If you have, did they forgive you? 

She had lied to him after she had promised him honesty.  And remember the original plan Aelin and Lysandra cooked up had nothing to do with Maeve, it was to do with forging the lock and banishing Erawan.  She had agreed to help Aelin go to her death without ever telling Aedion or Rowan, without allowing them to say good-bye or to grieve.  She agreed to put Aedion in the absolutely appalling position of having to have children with Lysandra and being unable to acknowledge those children, having to pretend they were Rowan’s, without ever asking him. 

Don’t you think that’s far more unforgivable than Aedion calling her a bitch?  I do.  I think plotting someone’s life out like that, in such an intensely personal and emotional way, without ever consulting them and putting them in a position where they cannot refuse, is a far worse thing to do than saying some mean things.  It puts him in more or less the same role Lysandra detested for so long, puts him back in the role he was playing for a decade, and they couldn’t be bothered to show him the respect of discussing it with him first. 

I think the better question is: will Aedion ever forgive Aelin and Lysandra?

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husband toji comfort ☆彡 cw nsfw mention, safe word mention

husband! toji who forgets you’re half his size, and couldn’t lift 2 fingers of his if you wanted to. even though he’s human, he forgets that your strength would be laughable compared to his; but he forgets about all that in the jist of just loving you.

husband! toji who comes back from a relatively stressful mission, slaining the curse actually took a little too much effort for his liking. he wallows internally at the thought of growing weaker, one day coming the possibility that he may not be able to protect his wife.

husband! toji who is greeted by your sweet demeanor but worried expression, not saying a word before roughly carrying you over to your shared bed.

huband! toji who takes you there and then, letting out all his frustrations and angers onto his poor wife. she wails out his name, sweet pet names too, muffled cries of ‘too much,’ that all fall on deaf ears.

until husband! toji hears the word ‘stop!’ fall from your pained lips, he’s finally brought back to reality and in front of him lays his vunerable wife, tears streaming down her face with gentle hiccups leaving her lips.

“n-no more.. sor- sorry, i ca-“

husband! toji’s whos heart shatters into a million pieces when he hears you apologizing for his terrible doings, chest clenching as he stares down at the gentle signs of his own rough hands on your body. no, you would’ve never minded them, but he didn’t care.

“can i hug you?”

“y-you don’t have to a-“

husband! toji who envelops your entire body into his arms, tears brimming his eyes as he hides himself in the crook of your neck.

“i’m sorry. im so sorry princess, won’t ever hurt you again, i promise, i promise. forgive me, please.” he whispers with a slight shiver in his voice. you hug him back even tighter, not a single word but he knows what you’d say.

husband! toji that can’t stand the fact that he was the one that ended up hurting his sweet wife, his lover, and everything else; when his only motive is to protect and love such a woman like you.

but you understand that the scarred man just has more to learn, and an endless amount of more love to give; especially to you. you’d always understand that much.

“i love you. let me take care of you, yeah? ‘nd we can cuddle right?”

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Sukuna and his favorite concubine but she's sick

「True form Sukuna, established relationship, Heian era」

「No usage of Y/N」

Gonna proofread someday soon I'm gonna sleep for now it's past midnight 🧍🏻‍♀️

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Imagine you're sick under the blankets on his bed in his private chamber, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a little top because any more piece of clothing annoys you now that you're sick, Sukuna's four arms wrapped around your delicate figure after he fed you soup. Your soft skin is so hot as if it's burning. You're whining and whimpering softly with a weak voice.

He can't deny how cute and vulnerable you look. You're dependent on him. On him making you feel safe and protected. You're always cute and vulnerable, but when you're not sick, you act like a brat - not that he has any problems with it - but now... now you're his little sick kitty.

Sukuna can't control himself. He gently kisses your temple. So gentle since you're more sensitive now. You whine at his gentle smooch. He kisses your jaw and the side of your neck. He tries not to put any force. You whine again. Even this low level of pressure is too much for your sensitive body now.

He chuckles softly at your whines. "Did it hurt you, kitty? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, my little deer."

He caresses your hair

"Your cheeks are pink... you look really cute. You look like a little kitty now." He caresses your waist gently and slowly.

You reply with nothing but whines. You feel the wetness between your legs. You instinctively rub your body to his bigger one.

"Feeling horny, my pretty brat?" He chuckles and caresses your hair. "I could finger that little cunt of yours, but no sex until you heal properly."

You moan as you feel the heat between your legs and the tickling because of your arousal.

His fingers gently slide your panties aside, feeling your little wet hungry cunt.

You whine and moan loudly, and he shushes you tenderly. "Shh... it's alright. I'll be gentle. Just relax, my love."

His fingers caress you wet folds, opening the lips and pushing in. He pushes only one finger, and you whine at how big and uncomfortable at first and then pleasing it feels.

He whispers in your ear "This little cunt of yours is small for my finger. I wonder how you take my cock?"

He fingers you until you cum, and then you fall asleep in his embrace.

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Pussy Spanking — Headcanons

a/n: thank you for the request, anon <3 🧡💛

warnings: smut, pussy spanking, slight masochism w/ Cass?, bondage w/ Az

Rhysand: knelt between your thighs

“Rhys…please…” you cry, tears spilling down your cheeks, forced to brace your hands on the mattress as he keeps your thighs spread with you on the edge of your shared bed.

“Want me to stop, hm?” He hums, attaching his mouth to your sore clit, licking against the small but sensitive bud, getting off on how you squirm.

You nod, lower lip pushing out as you whimper. “I’m…I’m sorry Rhys…I didn’t mean…”

“You didn’t mean…?” He muses, loving how you flinch when his teeth lightly tug on your clit, raw and puffy.

“It was supposed to be funny…” you cry, “I thought you’d like it…”

He pulls away, and you cry when his palm smacks between your legs, sending a fresh wave of glittering pain tingling down your thighs. “I did like it.”

“But you’re— Rhys!”

He repeats the action, and you yelp, thighs squeezing but he firmly readjusts your legs, pushing them further apart than before. “But anyone else could have seen too, darling. You need to take responsibility.”

“I’m sorry,” you cry, squirming, panting as his tongue licks over your clit, soothing the sore skin, wet and puffy, aching for release—one he’ll doubtlessly deny. “I didn’t mean…I didn’t think…”

He hums between your legs, and you gasp, squeezing him as you wind your hips against his mouth, the orgasm rising readily, desperate for the relief of pleasure.

“Please, Rhys…Rhysand…” you pant, hips rolling as he licks over your clit, suckling to soothe the ache.

Moans spill from your mouth, heat bubbling away as your arms feel weak, lower lip trembling with how overstimulated you feel.

The noises become sweeter as he kisses down your centre, tongue licking up over your heat, once again returning to circle your clit slowly.

“Rhys…” you breathe, moaning softly, “please…m’sorry…”

He pulls away, saliva and slick mixed in a silvery thread connecting to your cunt, and you tighten around nothing, chest rising up and down. “You’re sorry?” He muses softly, a twinkle in his eyes.

Teeth push over your lower lip, heat warming your cheeks as you nod. “M’sorry.”

He pulls away, and you squeal as he spanks you again, your arms giving out as you squirm on the bed, trying to wriggle away from him.

Rhysand chuckles, effortlessly gripping your hips, dragging you back to his open mouth. Tongue swirling gently over your tender sex.

“Just a bit longer,” he laughs, feeling how eagerly you’re trying to ride his face. Trying to come on his tongue.

“A little longer, then you’ll be my good girl again.”

Cassian: over his lap

“Oh, fuck Cassian.”

The General chuckles lowly, hand gripping your jaw as he angles your head so he can look at you. “So dirty, aren’t you? Fucking filthy, sweetheart.”

“Mhmm,” you moan, arms shaking as you hold yourself up, on your hands and knees over his lap as his fingers run up and down your centre, circling the dip between your thighs before pushing into your wet heat. “Please Cass,” you whine, shifting your hips to press against his thick digits. “Again…”

“Yeah? Want another one?” He drawls roughly, voice slightly gruffer, a rugged edge that has you squeezing his fingers.

“Cass…stop teasing,” you pant, wiggling your hips, pressing your thighs together.

He laughs lowly, and your toes curl as he pulls away, bracing for the impact.

The loudest moan yet spills from your lips as his palm smacks down, slapping over your sensitive clit, entrance aching as you tighten around nothing. “Fuck Cassian…so good…”

His fingers dip back inside, pumping and scissoring as his thumb brushes against your puffy clit, and a mix between a blissed out laugh and a moan sounds from your chest, eyelids fluttering.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, in awe at the slick coating his digits. “Fucking soaking me, perfect sweetheart.”

“Cass…” you whine when he again pulls away, able to hear the wet noises as he licks your flavour clean from his fingers, groaning at the taste, arousal thickening in the room.

Your back curves, lowering to brace yourself on your forearms, spine dipping to direct his attention between your legs, so desperate for a fresh wave of that stinging pleasure.

He smacks down again, and your toes curl, so close to the brink, certain there’s enough slick dripping down your thighs to fill a shot glass.

“Harder?” Cassian asks, a little breathlessly.

“Mhmm,” you moan, hips winding with anticipation. “Please Cass, harder…”

The General pulls his hand back, and the next spank knocks the breath from your lungs, lips forming an O as you’re pushed forward, limbs trembling as you come, clit pulsing as you flutter around nothing.

Cassian watches in awe as you orgasm, enough sense to sink his fingers deep into your cunt to give you something to grip onto, the pads rubbing against the spots he knows you like as your hips wind in circular motions against his hand.

“Oh, fuck Cassian…so fucking good…” you cry softly, nails gripping the bedsheets, brows curved with pleasure.

“That’s it. Just like that,” he goads gently, easing through the intense orgasm.

“You’re so fucking perfect. My perfect sweetheart.”

Azriel: chained up from behind

You scream as the paddle smacks between your thighs, tears spilling down your cheeks, unable to wipe them away with your wrists shackled together above your head, forced to kneel on the table as he heats your back, continuing with your punishment.

“Az—“ you gasp, crying out as he smacks your clit again, merciless in his ministrations, hardly giving you time to recover between the hits. “Az— Please!”

“Please what?” He growls, providing relief for a few precious moments, and you savour the pause—how he’s allowing you to catch your breath.

“Please, I’m sorry…I know better…it won’t happen again,” you weep, thighs trembling, shoulders aching from being suspended.

“I guess you should have thought harder before trying to interrupt me during work,” he drawls roughly, sliding his middle and forth finger slowly down your cunt, prodding lightly at your entrance, loving how you tense, spine curving as you try to get him inside of you.

“But I know better now,” you whine, trying to look over your shoulder at him, but he raises his left hand from your abdomen to your jaw, forbidding the action. Digits biting into the skin.

“Should I put a gag on you?” He growls, nosing at your throat, the threat brushing beside your pointed ear.

You whimper, chains clinking together as you shift, wanting to press your thighs together. “No…” you mumble out, tears dripping down onto his hand.

“You’re going to accept it all? Every spank you’ve earned?” He asks lowly, feeling the piercing weight of his cool, hazel eyes.

“Yes, Az,” you whimper, squirming under his grip. “I promise I’ll be good.”

“You don’t know the meaning of the word,” he growls, a faint chuckle in his voice that has you tightening around nothing.

The paddle smacks down again, and you cry out, thighs trembling as the stinging pain echoes down your legs, across your abdomen.

“Az, please! I can’t!” You cry, resolve crumbling as you struggle against the chains, shrinking away as his arm wraps over your hips, forcing you to still with minimum effort so he can continue.

He doesn’t listen, relentlessly smacking down with the paddle, seemingly enjoying the wet slapping sound, how your arousal is webbing between your cunt and the paddle.

“Should I make it worse?” He drawls, teeth nipping at your ear. “Make it last longer? Give it to you harder?”

“No! Please, Az…Azzie…” you cry helplessly, thighs parting wider in attempts to appease him. But you know such superficial actions won’t fool him.

He’ll put you through your punishments one way or another.

Eris: Over his thigh

“Over here, fawn,” he orders lowly, patting his right thigh, legs parted to make room for where he wants you.

“Eris…this is embarrassing…” you mumble, reluctantly making your way across his bedroom, coming to a stop just shy of his feet, head dipped a little as you wring your hands together.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he says, palms rising to your hips, gently guiding you to stand closer, between his legs. “You look nothing short of edible.”

Heat flushes your skin, arms kept against your chest, nipples peaking from where the fabric is brushing against the sensitive area.

You agreed to trying some new things tonight, stepping out of your comfort zone for the sake of exploring some of your mate’s interests. Which is how you ended up here, dressed in nothing but a demure linen apron, the kind worn by maids, or servants that deal with cookery.

Not only is it the provocative clothing, but he’d suggested a new type of play, one you’d been doubtful of at first, but Eris had reminded you if at any point you didn’t want to continue, or wished for it to stop, all you had to do was ask. He was already proud of you for even considering trying something new.

“What…what should I do?” You ask, struggling to meet his gaze. Humiliation having a surprising amount of arousal coalescing between your thighs.

“Settle over here,” Eris instructs, guiding you to his right, “like you’re bending over.”

More heat flushes your skin, but you remind yourself why you’re trying this in the first place—it’s something he’s openly expressed interest in. You don’t want him to think you don’t care about his likes, at least doing the courtesy of trying them.

“You aren’t in a rush,” he reminds, “we can use a pillow to cushion your hips if you’re uncomfortable.”

His reassurance give you the courage you’re seeking, stepping forward and lowering yourself, folding yourself over his thigh, palms settling flat on the wooden floor while your toes brush the other side, legs bent slightly at the knee.

“Is this…okay?” You manage, keeping your head up, feeling so exposed with your legs parted like this, with no way of quickly covering yourself.

“Perfect, fawn,” he murmurs, and you feel one of his hands praisingly brush your inner thigh, before his long fingers wrap around it, just beneath your ass, digits poised to brush against your heat. “How are you feeling?”

“It’s a little awkward,” you admit, flushing at the exposure, at the raised sensitivity that comes with being unable to see what he’s doing. “But I’m…I want to keep going.”

Eris hums, a fairly neutral sound of acknowledgement in attempts to keep his desires under control. Either way, you still feel how his cock stiffens in his trousers, pressed against the outside of your thigh.

“You can stop this at any point,” he reminds gently, fingers running over your heat, thumbing across your clit, beginning to soften you. “Just ask, and everything can go back to normal.”

You nod, forcing yourself to keep your legs open as he tentatively prods at your entrance with one hand, the other taking care to play with your clit, moving in smooth oscillations as he slides his fingers in.

You gasp softly at the feeling, spine curving a little, toes brushing against the floor in order to prevent yourself from sliding down, resting your entire weight on his thigh.

“You’re doing well,” he murmurs, digits pumping and curling, encouraging you to relax into his touch, reminding you of that feeling of safety you get around him. “Think you’re ready?”

You pull your lower lip between your teeth, the front of the linen apron keeping your breasts from aching, pressing fully against the material in your downward position. “I’m ready,” you mumble out, “I trust you.”

“I’m glad,” he murmurs out, almost as soft as a breath, and you brace as he circles your clit a little more, before pulling both his hands away, landing a smack between your thighs.

You yelp in surprise, palm hastily sliding over parted lips, holding yourself up on one arm as you register the sensations. A slight sting, but mostly it’s a pleasant tingle, heat rushing to the area stimulated.

“All good?” He checks, and you’re able to feel his attention on you. How intent it weighs, wanting to make sure you’re okay.

You swallow thickly, before nodding. “All good,” you manage, a little shaky from surprise, but otherwise good.

He hums again, but it’s a little more tense than before, and you can feel how hard he is against your thigh. Subconsciously shifting to press more against him—give him some friction.

Eris groans lowly, butterflies fluttering between your legs at the deep pitch, liking how his palm wraps around the top of your thigh, pulling you more against him. You feel like you’re doing it right.

“Ready for another one?” He asks gently, hips subtly rolling against your thigh.

“I’m ready,” you confirm, gaining the confidence to part your legs wider. Spreading yourself out over him.

Again, he soothes your heat, fingers rubbing attentively over the hot, wet area, before pulling back and smacking down.

You’re caught off guard even on the second time, how surprisingly good it feels, a small noise of pleasure breathing from your lips, toes curling as your spine bows.

He thumbs over your clit, fingers slipping back inside, and you moan at the sensitivity, how the slight sting makes your cunt feel more naked somehow, more aware of pleasure, and stimulation.

“Eris…” you moan softly, hips winding against him, thigh pressing against his cock as you move, admittedly liking the thought of helping to get him off too. The Mother knows he won’t do it for himself in this situation—he wants to have all his attention on you, to make sure you’re okay.

“Everything alright?” He asks with noticeable breathlessness.

“I…again…?” You request, again shifting the stance of your thighs for him to have more access.

His fingers stutter between your legs, before he resumes his ministrations as calmly as possible, but his scent betrays him—stark arousal having your mind turn blurry.

“A little harder?” He manages, tension ripe in the muscles of his leg, and you wind your hips with surprising eagerness.

“Mhmm,” you answer, patiently waiting.

He spanks you again, this time catching your clit beneath his knuckles and you gasp, moaning sweetly, excitedly, as pleasure rises to greet the harsh touch.

You curse softly, already anticipating the next one with hunger, feeling an ache begin to grow that you need relief for.

“Eris, please…” you moan breathlessly, toes curling.

Your mate stiffens, pulling away. “Do you want to stop?”

“Gods no,” you pant, hips shifting as you try to redirect his attention.

“Please…I want more.”

Lucien: back to his front in bed

“Mmm…Lu…”

“Open,” he reminds, humming faintly as you part your thighs, arms kept to your chest, your back pressed flush to his hot torso. “That’s better.”

You yelp as he strikes, palm connecting wetly with your tender sex, muscles flinching from the rough treatment, cunt sore and stinging.

“Lu…it hurts…” you manage shakily, again making to pull your legs together.

“Not enjoying it?” He croons softly beside your ear, lips raising into a smirk as his fingers settle over your clit, right hand rubbing in small circles while his left pushes inside of you—middle and fifth finger pumping and curling.

You bite your lip, trying to keep the sounds of pleasure quiet, but he begins pressing soft kisses over your cheek, and your head lolls back against his shoulder, muscles going limp beneath his gentle touches.

“That’s not fair…” you breathe, trying to muster the energy to glare at him but failing miserably, managing little more than a narrowing of your brows.

“All is fair in love and war,” Lucien hums from beside you, and you can hear the grin in his voice, your toes curling as his fingers brush against a spot that has you tightening around him.

You whine when he retracts his wet fingers, not giving you enough time to brace as he slaps between your legs, yelping at the sudden tingling feeling, thighs slamming together as you squirm in his hold.

Lucien tuts lowly, and you whimper when his large palms wrap hotly beneath your knees, hooking your legs over his own so you’re forced apart.

“How many more?” You whimper, squirming against him as his hands return between your legs, right palm returning to swirl over your clit soothingly, left gently plying you apart.

“You aren’t counting?” He laughs lowly, nipping at your ear, and you stiffen, glancing at him with panic.

His smile broadens, pressing his mouth to your own, eyes gleaming with warmth. “Five left,” he murmurs, and you sigh in relief. “Think you can manage?”

You peer down at yourself, how he’s touching you, knowing just where to press and rub against to have slick gathering on his fingers. “Then I can come?”

He hardens at your back, eyes darkening a little, mouth brushing against your own. “What’s stopping you from coming now?” He drawls, able to feel each syllable on your lips, “certainly not me.”

You whimper, tilting your chin, raising toward his lips hungrily. “I can do five more,” you manage softly, eyes staring intently at his mouth—fashioning itself into a smile that’s dripping sex appeal.

He opens over you, tongue flicking hotly against the roof of your mouth, cunt squeezing his fingers, slouching against his chest as he puts his heat into your body.

Just five more, then you can have more fun.

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I just know Nanami tames brats so good

OMG YESYESYESYES!!

Nanami can’t help being a bit of a romantic. He’s such a gentleman — always so traditional like always opening your doors and paying for all your stuff. He can’t help himself from being a man that he falls, he falls so incredibly hard, even if he tries his best to hide it behind the look of stoicism he tries to dawn, but with you, his emotions always peek through the cracks. You’ll see the first hint of irritation in the way his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, then you’ll see the way his eyebrows pinch inwards a little bit. He’s going to ask you one time what’s wrong to give you a chance to explain yourself, but after that, you’re done. He’s a man with patience, but if something’s got his girl acting up, and she doesn’t want to behave, he has no problem with disciplining them.

It feels a little sudden when he’s gripping you by the hair the minute the two of you are within the safe confines of his office or your bedroom, watching your world view turn around when he’s taking you over his knee. He’s a firm believer that if his good baby is acting up, it’s not out of nowhere. His voice doesn’t necessarily sound like he’s growling or anything, but that mellowness of his deep voice sounds an octave lower and more worn out — like he’s already done putting up with your behavior.

“We’ll solve this problem, baby,” Nanami’s deep baritone sounds like a coo over the sound of your tears, his large hands soothing over your welted and red ass before swatting the swollen fat again, “let’s get all that frustration out of you, can’t have you acting up like this, huh?”

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HOUSE PET 2

Pairings - Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel x reader

Warnings - NONCON. Humiliation. Degradation. Petplay. Spitting. Boot kissing.

Summary - See masterlist

Next chapter - (not published yet)

Previous chapter - HOUSE PET 1

You weren't sure what was happening. At one moment you were in the field, surrounded by the three most dangerous men in the world, and then next you were in a giant, dark bedroom with them.

They stepped away from you. The High King sat on the edge of the bed, smirking at you. The General, grinning lightly, stood on the right and the Shadowsinger, his face blank, on the left.

"Where-" you wheezed. "Where am I?"

"Night court," the General answered, his eyes following the tears that trailed down your eyes, staining your cheeks. "Aw, pretty, don't cry this much. We haven't even done anything, yet." He chuckled as you cried harder, clutching your chest with your arms, trying to hide yourself.

"Why-" you took in a shaky breath. "I want to go home."

"You're home." The shadowsinger's voice was firm and brutal. "Arms by your side." His eyes narrowed as you whimpered and shook your head, begging through your eyes. "Arms at your side."

Your forced your arms down, fisting your dress to stop yourself from hiding. You ducked your head, sniffling.

"Come here," The High King said, curling a finger.

You walked towards him, surprised you didn't fall because of your nerves. He grabbed your waist, with surprisingly gentle hands, and tugged you down between his thighs with your back against the front. His large body was warm against yours, almost enveloping you.

He grabbed the torn neckline of your dress and before you knew it, all of your dress was ripped away, leaving you in just flimsy panties. Your tiny hands stupidly chased the torn fabric, but it disappeared from the High King's hands, leaving you defenceless. You accepted, wiping your tears.

The High King grabbed your knees, spreading your open. Shadows appeared around them, keeping you spread. "Need to check you out, baby," he purred into your ear, making you cringe away. "Don't worry, won't hurt you, yet. Just need to see what's ours. What's mine." He almost growled the last word, raw power dripping from it, making you now bow your head in submission, fear making you want to throw up.

The General reached down and ripped your panties away, throwing them away. The Shadowsinger stepped closer, looking down at your exposed cunt with the General. Your thighs quivered with the urge to shut them, but the High King's hands might as well be made of steel.

Shadowsinger's lips twisted in a barely there smirk. The General grinned. "Prettiest little cunt I have ever seen." He looked at your red face, at the hand you had pushed against your lips to stop yourself from sobbing out loud. "Fucking adorable." He reached down, one finger gently caressing your hole. You flinched, and that was when you felt it.

The High King's cock, too long and too hard. He let out a small groan in your ear, making you flinch again which made his cock dig ever farther against your ass.

"Do you want it?" He whispered in your ear as his general rubbed his one giant finger on your clit. The Shadowsinger watched your face closely, eyes following the tears.

You rapidly shook your head. "Wa-wanna...wanna go home." A twinge of pleasure twisted in you as the general continued rubbing your clit, coaxing it with gentle touches. "Please?"

The king let out a chuckle and then stood, leaving you on the bed, naked. You instantly snapped your thighs shut, wrapping your arms around yourself, hiding your breasts.

He crouched a little, looking you in the eye. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

You did, digging your nails into your flesh.

He spat inside. "Don't swallow. Keep it open."

The general crouched as the king stepped away. He spat inside, too, muttering the same command.

And then the Shadowsinger was there

He watched you drool, some of it falling on your thighs. His two, burnt fingers tugged at your tongue. "This little thing..." He spat on it. "Take it in." You did, but kept your mouth open, knowing better than to defy them. They could kill you in a blink, or torture you for days. They could do anything with you, and you or anyone would never have a say.

"Such a dumb little whore," he muttered. You sniffled at his mean words. He smirked. "Sitting there in front of three dangerous men with your cunt unclothed. So indecent. No one would ever marry you, you'd only ever be fit to be a little cockpet. There to just get your holes used and then returned to your chambers till they are required again." He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck. "Do you understand me?" He said. "You're our pet now."

"P-Pet?" You were a lesser fae, yes. But...a pet? Drool dropped down the corner of your lips, but you made yourself not swallow. You didn't want to know how they'd punish you if you disobeyed.

"Yes," said the High king from where he was pouring himself a drink. "A pet, cockwarmer, cumslut, whore, slut...you're all of those." He smirked at you as you cried harder, his cock visibly hardening. "It should be a pleasure to serve your king. You should be crawling to me, kissing my boots." His eyes narrowed when you didn't move. "What the fuck did I just say?"

You instantly got off the bed, crawling to your king, exposing your holes to the other two men. The High King smirked as you paused in front of him and lowered your head, kissing his very clean boots.

"Stay like that. Head against the carpet. Raise your ass," he commanded.

You did as you were told, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt again on your holes.

"This is how you will present yourself as soon as you hear our footsteps," he said. "Holes exposed, because only your holes matter. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, your majesty."

"Good. Stay like this. We have some work to do. I will know if you move, so be smart, if that little brain can do that." He walked out of the room, followed by his Shadowsinger and general. "You can swallow now."

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HOUSE PET 2

Pairings - Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel x reader

Warnings - NONCON. Humiliation. Degradation. Petplay. Spitting. Boot kissing.

Summary - See masterlist

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Previous chapter - HOUSE PET 1

You weren't sure what was happening. At one moment you were in the field, surrounded by the three most dangerous men in the world, and then next you were in a giant, dark bedroom with them.

They stepped away from you. The High King sat on the edge of the bed, smirking at you. The General, grinning lightly, stood on the right and the Shadowsinger, his face blank, on the left.

"Where-" you wheezed. "Where am I?"

"Night court," the General answered, his eyes following the tears that trailed down your eyes, staining your cheeks. "Aw, pretty, don't cry this much. We haven't even done anything, yet." He chuckled as you cried harder, clutching your chest with your arms, trying to hide yourself.

"Why-" you took in a shaky breath. "I want to go home."

"You're home." The shadowsinger's voice was firm and brutal. "Arms by your side." His eyes narrowed as you whimpered and shook your head, begging through your eyes. "Arms at your side."

Your forced your arms down, fisting your dress to stop yourself from hiding. You ducked your head, sniffling.

"Come here," The High King said, curling a finger.

You walked towards him, surprised you didn't fall because of your nerves. He grabbed your waist, with surprisingly gentle hands, and tugged you down between his thighs with your back against the front. His large body was warm against yours, almost enveloping you.

He grabbed the torn neckline of your dress and before you knew it, all of your dress was ripped away, leaving you in just flimsy panties. Your tiny hands stupidly chased the torn fabric, but it disappeared from the High King's hands, leaving you defenceless. You accepted, wiping your tears.

The High King grabbed your knees, spreading your open. Shadows appeared around them, keeping you spread. "Need to check you out, baby," he purred into your ear, making you cringe away. "Don't worry, won't hurt you, yet. Just need to see what's ours. What's mine." He almost growled the last word, raw power dripping from it, making you now bow your head in submission, fear making you want to throw up.

The General reached down and ripped your panties away, throwing them away. The Shadowsinger stepped closer, looking down at your exposed cunt with the General. Your thighs quivered with the urge to shut them, but the High King's hands might as well be made of steel.

Shadowsinger's lips twisted in a barely there smirk. The General grinned. "Prettiest little cunt I have ever seen." He looked at your red face, at the hand you had pushed against your lips to stop yourself from sobbing out loud. "Fucking adorable." He reached down, one finger gently caressing your hole. You flinched, and that was when you felt it.

The High King's cock, too long and too hard. He let out a small groan in your ear, making you flinch again which made his cock dig ever farther against your ass.

"Do you want it?" He whispered in your ear as his general rubbed his one giant finger on your clit. The Shadowsinger watched your face closely, eyes following the tears.

You rapidly shook your head. "Wa-wanna...wanna go home." A twinge of pleasure twisted in you as the general continued rubbing your clit, coaxing it with gentle touches. "Please?"

The king let out a chuckle and then stood, leaving you on the bed, naked. You instantly snapped your thighs shut, wrapping your arms around yourself, hiding your breasts.

He crouched a little, looking you in the eye. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

You did, digging your nails into your flesh.

He spat inside. "Don't swallow. Keep it open."

The general crouched as the king stepped away. He spat inside, too, muttering the same command.

And then the Shadowsinger was there

He watched you drool, some of it falling on your thighs. His two, burnt fingers tugged at your tongue. "This little thing..." He spat on it. "Take it in." You did, but kept your mouth open, knowing better than to defy them. They could kill you in a blink, or torture you for days. They could do anything with you, and you or anyone would never have a say.

"Such a dumb little whore," he muttered. You sniffled at his mean words. He smirked. "Sitting there in front of three dangerous men with your cunt unclothed. So indecent. No one would ever marry you, you'd only ever be fit to be a little cockpet. There to just get your holes used and then returned to your chambers till they are required again." He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck. "Do you understand me?" He said. "You're our pet now."

"P-Pet?" You were a lesser fae, yes. But...a pet? Drool dropped down the corner of your lips, but you made yourself not swallow. You didn't want to know how they'd punish you if you disobeyed.

"Yes," said the High king from where he was pouring himself a drink. "A pet, cockwarmer, cumslut, whore, slut...you're all of those." He smirked at you as you cried harder, his cock visibly hardening. "It should be a pleasure to serve your king. You should be crawling to me, kissing my boots." His eyes narrowed when you didn't move. "What the fuck did I just say?"

You instantly got off the bed, crawling to your king, exposing your holes to the other two men. The High King smirked as you paused in front of him and lowered your head, kissing his very clean boots.

"Stay like that. Head against the carpet. Raise your ass," he commanded.

You did as you were told, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt again on your holes.

"This is how you will present yourself as soon as you hear our footsteps," he said. "Holes exposed, because only your holes matter. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, your majesty."

"Good. Stay like this. We have some work to do. I will know if you move, so be smart, if that little brain can do that." He walked out of the room, followed by his Shadowsinger and general. "You can swallow now."

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Love em’ Toxic

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x (f!)reader

Synopsis: You end the long week of classes with a night out with your best friend, needing a distraction from your busy mind. You’ve been going through a rough and traumatic break up for the last couple weeks, so the break in your schedule is much needed. As you find yourself in a new part of town, you freeze at a familiar face. From that night on you are determined to prove to your ex (and yourself) how “fine” you are without him.

PSA- This is a LONG fic. I’m a whore for plot. You have been warned!

Content: MDNI, DUBCON, fingering, sub!reader, really rough sex, cervix fucking, mentions of pregnancy/impregnating reader, degradation, bondage, name calling (whore/slut), pet names (sweets/love/baby), jealousy, toxic!reader Toji and reader are in their 20’s (reader is in college)… can’t think of any others right now. Sorry if there’s errors! I’m too lazy to proof read this lol

It was a messy break up to say the least

You and Toji were together for two years, and during that time it was nothing short of an emotional roller coaster.

He would yell at you for showing too much skin when you would go out with friends, calling you a slut for attention. Not to mention any sort of male attention directed at you would result in a man wailing on the bar floor with a likely broken nose, and the both of you promptly kicked out of the bar by the owner. Come to think of it, you aren’t sure if there are any bars left that you are not banned from, on behalf of your hot headed ex.

And you would always find girls in his dms, thirsting after him and him letting it happen. When you would bring it up to him, he would dismiss your concerns saying it wasn’t a big deal, but you knew he was the kind of guy that loved the attention of other women, and deemed it okay because he wasn’t actually seeking these women out, therefore it wasn’t wrong in his eyes. Hypocritical if you say so yourself.

You felt yourself going crazy. You feel like you gave him so many chances, so many days where you were patient with him, only for another red flag to spring up, waving directly in your face preventing you from ignoring it.

However, the raw physical attraction between you two was so intense, it kept you reeling into him for more, creating this toxic cycle.

After many nights of crying yourself to sleep, of doubting yourself, you had enough and decided to rip off the band aid, breaking up with him for good.

You can imagine how well that went. It ended with him shouting out your front door that you’ll never find anyone like him and that you are over exaggerating the severity of your guy’s problems. You held firm though and slammed the door in his face, proceeding to block him on every form of social media.

You felt heartbroken, but mostly hopeful after that day. Excited to see what the future will bring for you after this closed chapter in your life.

So why can’t you stop thinking about him?

It’s the worst in the middle of the night, when your tossing and turning trying to feel the warm embrace of sleep take hold of you, when you hear his voice.

“That’s it baby. Say my name louder, I wanna hear it fall from those pretty lips of yours again.”

He’s dragging two of his fingers lazily in and out of you, curling in scissoring in the spots he know will have you mewling in pleasure.

“Yes-haah, Toji. That feels s-so good!” You moan out, bucking your hips into his thick fingers.

He smirks down at you and leans in to lick a stripe up your neck, sucking at the spot in between your jaw and throat, causing you to shiver uncontrollably. Your hands find the back of his head, tugging at the soft strands of hair there.

“Do you like when I have control over you like this? You don’t have to answer that, she’s doing the talking for you.”

He nods down to you pussy, squelching with each thrust of his hand, making the most sinful noises echo off the walls.

Your face flushes at his words, but you feel too good to care. Mind clouded with lust. Instead, you fling your head back into your pillows and let the pleasure consume you whole.

His pace quickens at that, moving at a speed that is making you see stars. Your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Right as you feel your orgasm approaching, you meet the thrusts of his hand quicker. Moaning louder in confirmation.

“You gonna come f’me dirty girl? Make a mess all over my fingers?” He pants out, eyes glazed over at the sight of your beautiful form riding his hand so well.

You furrow your brows and nod frantically, feeling the impending release approaching you at full force.

“Good girl, you just need to do one thing for me.” He whispers in your ear. The low growl in his voice making you whimper.

“I need you to wake up, love.”

You pause for a second and look up at him, confusion etched in your fingers.

“Wha-…”

“WAKE UP Y/N” someone is shaking you, causing your eyes to snap open and sit up from your bed, head spinning from the quick movements. You feel them back away as your vision begins to focus, adjusting to the person in your room.

“You were out like a light, I thought I was going to have to send a marching band in here to wake you up!” Your friend let’s out an obnoxious cackle at that, seeming to note that idea for another day with a hand on their chin.

Shooting dagger her way, you roll your eyes and clear your throat, hoping your face wasn’t too flushed from your quite interesting dream you were having a second ago. After your breakup with Toji you decided to move in with one of your close friends from college. It was perfect actually. She was looking for someone to fill the extra room in her flat, and you were more than eager to fulfill that role. You push yourself on the palms of your hands until the back of you hits your headboard, running your hands through your hair.

“What do you need, Nobara?” You grumble, voice still laced with sleep.

“Well, I didn’t want you to sleep the whole weekend away…” she crosses her arms while arching a brow at you, “and I thought we could maybe do some shopping together for a little… excursion later this evening.” She smirks, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You’ve taken your breakup overall pretty well, but your friend knows you and how much of a hold Toji had on you, so she’s been a little more attentive than usual with you. Walking with you to your guy’s classes together, having movie nights every Thursday, and even running errands together. She really was a one and a million friend, and you were grateful to have her in your life.

“What did you have in mind?” You fold your arms over your chest, curious but not surprised with her ongoing antics.

“I say we walk around some shops at the outlets for a bit, grab coffee so I can say hi to that tasty barista that is always working there at this time,” you raise an eyebrow at that, but let her continue, “THEN, we can go to that new club that everyone on campus has been talking about tonight!” She’s jumping up and down at that, giddy being an understatement of her actions.

You ponder the idea. you haven’t been out at a club since well before your break up, the thought not even crossing your mind till now.

You friend waits for you to answer, almost vibrating the floor with her excitement.

You can’t help but to giggle at your goofy friend. You get up at that, and start to rummage through your dresser drawer.

“Well let me brush my teeth and get changed first,” you grumble.

You worry that your neighbors might’ve called animal control from how loud Nobara squealed at your answer.

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After an oat milk latte and long shopping spree later, you are in your bathroom touching up your makeup and adjusting your newly purchased outfit in the mirror, getting ready for your girls night out.

Once you finish up you makeup just the way you like it, you give yourself a quick final once over, taking in your look.

Your hair was done in a half up half down look, some strands of hair let out to frame your face. The dress itself, was stunning. It was a deep fig color that shimmered in the right lighting, complimenting your complexion perfectly. Under that were some sheer black tights, and a pair of black kitten heels to tie it all together.

You looked sultry, classy, and sexy all in one.

You would’ve never chose this outfit for yourself if Nobara hadn’t been there hyping you up in the dressing room saying, “this dress fits you in all the right places” and “you better get this if you know what’s good for you”. You chuckle at the flashback. Making a mental note to thank her later. Because looking at yourself now, you can’t even lie. You look tasty as fuck.

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It’s 10p.m. now as you and Nobara exit your Uber to find yourselves in the heart of the city's nightlife, a couple buildings over, a sultry club beckons with its alluring aura.

You have heard of this club from others before, but have never been because of its high status and reputation, and deemed it an unobtainable feat to accomplish securing a reservation this high of caliber.

You both start walking to the front of the long line of the club, it’s entrance bathed in soft red neon lights. You can already hear the pulsating beat of music reverberating through the air, and into your chest. As you both make your way to the front towards the bouncer standing guard at the door, heels clacking on the concrete, you can’t help but notice in your periphery the many annoyed faces and grumbles of frustration from the people waiting in line for who knows how long.

“What are we doing, shouldn’t we get in line-“ you hiss in Nobaras ear as she drags you by you arm to the entrance, having a look of unbridled determination on her features.

“Fuck that, we’re young and hot, let’s use that to our advantage for once.” She smirks over her shoulder at you, causing you to roll your eyes with a hint of a smirk on your features.

Once you make it to the bouncer, you friend does the talking, giving her best clueless expression at the man in front of you two.

“Sorry to bother you, handsome. Our friend is waiting for us inside ordering drinks right now. They said it wouldn’t be a problem if we just met em inside…” she twirls a finger around a strand of hair as she batts her eyelashes up at him, waiting for his response.

He looks at you both up and down amused, but with a tinge of hunger in his eyes, most likely covered up by false professionalism for the sake of his job. You try not to scoff or squirm under his stare as his eyes briefly land on yours for a split second. In that moment you weren’t sure if your friend’s fabricated story worked or not. It was a clumsy one at that. You bite your lip in anticipation.

Not a moment later he gives you both a kurt nod and lifts up the rope, allowing you two to pass through into the main entrance. After getting out of view, you can’t help but to gawk at your friend at the fact that her plan actually worked. She looks back at you with slight surprise gleaming in her eyes as well, but that quickly became replaced with a wide grin on her features as you both make your way to the bar, arms linked together.

“I’m not even sure he believed that,” you laugh as you both sit down on a couple stools, quickly giving your drink orders to the bartender who skillfully begins to make quick work on both of your drinks.

That is when you finally glance around the room.

The air is thick with the faint smell of smoke, and a musk of cologne and perfume as bodies sway and grind to the seductive rhythm of the music, creating a hypnotic dance that mirrors the pulsating beats. Soft, dim lighting casts a sensuous glow, revealing the contours of flushed faces and glistening skin. The dance floor becomes an intimate space where desire and movement entwine, and the bar, adorned with mirrored accents, reflects the seductive energy that permeates the atmosphere. It's a scene drenched in allure, where the music becomes a shared heartbeat, and every glance exchanged carries the promise of untold stories.

You, with a lack of experience in this type of scenery, find yourself oddly at home with this crowd of people. Fitting in like an unknowingly lost puzzle piece. Your lips tug up in a small smile at that.

At that moment the song changes and you are met with one of your favorite songs gracing your eardrums. You and Nobara both make eye contact at the same time, squealing, grabbing each others hand and using you other to snatch your drinks of the counter, and make your way onto the dance floor.

Little do you know, leaning against a particularly dark wall of the building, a pair of predatory green eyes settle on your periphery, gleaming in the dim lighting.

You find yourself getting lost in the music, caressing your body up and down swaying to the rhythm. You were already starting to feel buzzed from your drink, now empty, discarded on an unoccupied table. You have always been a lightweight, but you are also pretty sure that the drinks here were extra strong, adding to your growing confidence.

Before you know it Nobara is being whisked away from you by a good looking man, not before she gives you a look that clearly asks if this is okay. You smirk and wave her off, wanting her to have as much fun tonight as possible.

As you turn back around scanning the area, you freeze a little in place. Over in one of the private seating areas you make eye contact with a familiar face.

There Toji is, legs spread cockily in the booth he resided in, arms resting on the top ledge of the seats as he leers over at you with a smirk playing on his features.

He’s not alone though. Two women in scantily clad attire are on either side of him, rubbing his chest and giggling at something he said. Clearly intoxicated themselves.

You surprisingly don’t feel as distraught as you may have guessed at the sight. Mostly just smoldering anger and disgust.

You then look away, but not before you see his eyes flicker into an expression you don’t recognize as you make your way into the dance floor once again. You scan your surroundings and find a man sitting by himself, already noticing you early in the night when you entered the place. You can tell by the way the man squirms in his chair that he is enamored by you. You let a slight smirk play on your lips as you walk up to him, hips swaying as you do so.

He noticeably gulps and tugs at his collar as you lean over him. Hands resting on either of his armrests caging him in. God you were buzzed.

Toji is seething in rage at the sight before him. Your breath ghosts against the stranger’s ear as you whisper something way out of his earshot. The man fidgets in his seat and nods, causing you to let out a wide grin as he gets up and walks with you back onto the dance floor.

Another one of your favorite songs starts playing, causing you to press up against the man’s back, grinding softly against him to the beat in perfect rhythm.

The man (you quickly find out is named Yuuji) slides his hands down your body, gaining courage himself, grabbing your waist with one and the other ghosting over your rib cage.

You softly keen into his touch as one of your hands reaches up to fist into his hair, bringing his head down to nibble on your neck.

Your eyes glaze over as you stare at Toji, mouth parted open in bliss that quickly turns into a smirk as you see him lean forward, causing the girls by him to jump, as he stares back at you. Gripping the table in front of him enough to snap it in half.

Fueling you further, you break the eye contact to turn around, facing Yuuji now. The movement giving him better access to your neck as his hands travel down to rest on the small of your back, dragging slow circles with his thumbs around the flesh.

You whimper in his ear causing him to groan in reply.

“You are… unreal,” he breathes into your neck. Causing a faint blush to form on your cheeks as he worships your body on the dance floor.

You notice his eagerness escalating when you feel something poke into your lower belly, causing you to snap back to reality slightly. You weren’t ready to hook up with someone else, even though Yuuji seemed like a sweet guy. You still need time to get over your ex (that is currently sitting in a void of darkness while watching your every movement) so you kindly excuse yourself to the bathroom, giving him a polite and shy smile, scurrying away, leaving him with an uncomfortable hard on on the dance floor.

You eventually find the restrooms, opening the door and quickly shutting it behind you as your back rests against the door with a huff. With a quick scan of your surroundings you realize the bathroom is empty, thank god.

What am I doing? You ask yourself, making your way to the sink and staring at your features, casted in a red glow from the light overhead. You don’t know what has came over you. You swear Toji brings out the literal worst in you. No wonder why you two are split up. Your fists clench around the counter, glaring in your reflection as you think back to the scene you saw outside just a second ago.

He was always shaming you for being a slut while you were together and not even two weeks after your separation, you catch him here with two bimbos fawning over him and copping a feel? You scoff and shake your head, reaching into your purse to re apply more of your lip gloss, leaning forward a little to get a better look.

Too focused on the task at hand, you don’t notice someone entering the bathroom until you hear the music getting louder for a moment before the door closes, muffling the sound again.

What does peak your interest is the sound of metal sliding then clicking, indicating someone has locked it.

You pause what you’re doing and look past your reflection at the pair of eyes that have narrowed in on your plump lips, then slowly dragging back over to your face. Realizing who it was, you gasp faintly and stand up straighter, tugging your dress down subconsciously.

“The fuck was that?” Toji growls as he inches closer to you, causing you to tremble slightly in fear.

You reign your emotions in check, and scoff at him, not even bothering to look back at him as you apply your shimmery gloss.

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m just enjoying my night out.” you state matter of factly.

“You think you can just parade around like a common whore in that tight dress of yours and feel up whoever you want now that we’re not together?” He is seething now. Seeming to visualize earlier’s endeavors quite clearly still.

“I’m wearing a lot more than those tramps you had dangling off your shoulders a second ago.” You state coldly. “I see you’re still on your high horse thinking you’re better than everyone else.”

His mouth curls up in a silent snarl as he closes the distance between you two, his hard chest pressing into your back as your hips bite into the counter. You wince slightly at the contact.

“You keep your dirty mouth shut if you know what’s good for you,” he hisses. Leaning down so his hot breath is fanning against the shell of your ear.

“You are mine. No matter what. You can be delusional and convince yourself that we are not right for each other, but I find myself to be quite convincing.”

You shudder as you feel his hand graze up your inner thigh, stopping just before brushing against your clothed cunt.

“Hm. Already wet for me huh? And I barely even touched you,” he smiles harshly at your flushed expression in the mirror, his other hand gripping your hip in a vice. Stilling your movements. You know you couldn’t get away if you even tried.

“That is from the guy on the dance floor earlier-” you gasp.

Quicker than anything you’ve seen before, Toji’s giant hand is around your throat, his body pushing you over the counter as his other hand rips your tights and underwear off in one swift motion and then plunges two fingers into you without warning.

You bite your lip but a squeak escapes your mouth as you start to feel light headed. Partly from the stinging pleasure of your walls being stretched so suddenly and partly from his bruising grip on your jugular.

Toji notices and loosens his grip slightly.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t want you passing out on me. I want you to be awake and aware for what I’m about to do to you.” He chuckles darkly as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you teasingly, pausing every now and then to curl or make a scissoring motion.

Right when the pain molds into heated pleasure, he withdraws his fingers from you, bringing his fingers up to inspect, glistening with your juices.

You wiggle in his grip as he brings his fingers to your mouth.

“Suck,” he orders.

You turn you head to the side but his hand around you neck moves to your jaw to turn it back towards him, forcing your mouth to open and plunging his fingers inside.

“Lick them clean for me, slut. And if you even think of biting I will go a lot less easy on you.” He warns, eyes daring you to even try.

You slowly drag your tongue over his digits and suck on his fingers as you taste yourself, glaring at him through hooded eyes.

“Good girl,” he muses. A feline like grin spreading over his features. He then uses that hand to reach down between you two, and you hear the sound of his belt buckle loosening and his zipper opening up.

“N-no,” you whimper. Trying to gasp out the word over your constricted airways. Even though the thought of him barreling into you right now made you weak just thinking about it, you knew that if you two fucked, you would be roped in to his toxic cycle once again. And you were doing so good, you didn’t want that.

“What’s that sweetness? Can’t hear ya.” He chuckles darkly. Dragging his leaking tip over your drenched folds.

Your thighs quiver at the sensation. Eyes locking with his as he slams himself into you without warning.

You let out a high pitched scream that he quickly silences by wrapping his belt around your mouth, securing it around your head.

You had no choice but to bite into the leather and roll your eyes into the back of your head as he slams into you at a brutal pace. Only able to hear your muffled wails and the sound of skin slapping echoing off the bathroom walls.

“Shit, she feels tighter than before. Need to get this pussy molded to my cock again,” He grunts, putting you in a firm headlock as he holds the strap of his belt around your head, causing you to drool around the leather.

His eyes flicker to yours as his gaze deepens in rage. “You nasty bitch. Trying to make me jealous by feeling up the first guy you saw out there? Well look where that got you now.” He growls in your ear, biting your earlobe.

You could barely hold yourself up, your hands gripping his biceps and digging into the flesh there. He groans at the sensation.

He doesn’t let up. The stinging pain almost fueling him further as his length slams into your walls, nudging your cervix with every stroke.

You start to feel you orgasm barreling at you with full force, your walls starting to clench around his cock causing him to thrust into you shallower, hitting that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“Cumming already sweets? How cute. Missed daddy’s cock that much huh?” He leans back to get a better view of your ass, fully exposed from your dress riding up at his menstruations. The hand that is behind your head, fisting the leather belt pushes you down so that your face is smushed onto the counter, smearing your tears and makeup on the surface along with it.

His other hand palms your ass, then gives it a harsh smack, causing you to let out a long moan as your orgasm crashes down on you, sending waves of pleasure over your body.

He uses the belt to yank you up so that he could watch you come undone. Chest pressed against your back as he slides your dress down your torso, exposing your bouncing tits to him in the reflection of the mirror. He slows down his movements slightly to take you in better.

Your tears and drool made a mess of your makeup. Mascara was running down your cheeks as a light sheen of sweat covered your whole body from the exhaustion.

“What a pretty thing. None of these girls compare to you, you know. Not in the slightest.” His hand grazes your cheek almost lovingly, causing your to whimper at the contact. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

His pace quickens once again and you feel his cock throbbing at his impending release. Your eyes widen as you realize that he has no intentions of pulling out of you.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy up with my cum, yeah? Gon’ put a kid in you so you never leave me again,” he’s babbling to himself. Completely loosing his mind in pleasure. His thrusts become sloppy indicating how close he is. Then he gives out a final sharp thrust as he stills inside you, sheathing himself as deep as he can go, throwing his head back with a groan as his warm seed spills inside of you.

It doesn’t seem to end. You feel your stomach swell slightly as he fills you up, leaning down as he lazily drags his tongue over the length of your neck, the salty sweat coating his tastebuds.

Eventually he pulls out of you with a pop, and drops to his knees, inspecting the damage. Some of his cum begins to trickle out of your quivering hole, but he’s quick to scoop it up with his pointer and middle finger to sheathe it back inside you, not letting any of it go to waste.

You are still panting, cheek resting on the cool counter as he removes the belt from your mouth and tugs his slacks back on, buttoning them up.

“Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily,” he says with a sneer. “I’ll be seeing you very soon.”

At that he unlocks the door and slips out without a word, leaving you in a mess of fluids and sweat. Legs quivering slightly as they try to hold you up.

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AT LEAST LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU LIE

ᣞ ⊹ ݁ summary: your boyfriend suguru finds the best way to punish you !!

꒰ content: mean!sugu, fem!reader, pussyslapping, praise/degradiation, cum denial, feel like this whole thing is kinda a niche kink

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ notes: my ‘mean suguru’ drabble was based on this so if some stuff sounds familiar it’s cus i took this n drabble-fied it; also this is for the anon who asked for it <33 ALSO @d0nk3y-k0ng my new-found geto fixation is your fault <33

“Suguru, can you help me?…this thing is too heavy!” you called out, voice straining as you struggled to bring the giant cardboard box through the door. It was way too heavy for you, and of course the delivery people had quickly set it outside the door, escaping the potential work of having to bring it inside. Your boyfriend quickly rushed to your aid, grabbing the opposite side of the box. “I got it baby, where did you wanna put it again?” Suguru asked, setting the box against the wall and looking at you.

“I wanted to put it in the living room. That way it’ll be the most accessible.” You told him. You two hand just moved into your new place and decorating was the sole thing on your mind. You spent hours on pinterest, trying to find the perfect aesthetic for your new home. You valued your home,so much so that you started repeating all those cringey aphorisms whenever you were questioned about your new-found obsession.

“Home is where the heart is, sugu.” You told him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, but what does that anything to do with spending $100 on a house plant?” You let out a sheepish laugh. “Well…I can take care of the plant. Which takes heart…?” You murmured. It was an inane suggestion, which was appropriate for the circumstance of spending $100 on a plant. “Sounds a bunch of bullshit to me.” Your boyfriend told you. He was necessarily happy with all the money being spent on what seemed like superficial things, he seemed to be happy with the results of your decorating.

It took about 30 minutes to situate this new mirror, but for good reasons. It was big, like really big. Leaning, it was taller than you and almost as tall as your 6’3 boyfriend. It was wide as well, providing a perfect view of anyone who looked into it. It was a gorgeous peice of furniture. The frame was a creamy white, with ornate molding. There were carefully crafted swirls and curves on it, with tiny clay embellishment. It had looked like something out of a fairytale, like a mirror that could reveal the deepest desires of whoever dared look inside. It was perfect for your new house, the only thing that wasn’t so perfect was the extravagant price. Your jaw almost dropped when you saw the cost. No way in hell would Suguru let you buy it, no matter how much you beg or how many tears you spill.

So you searched for alternatives. Any sort of duplicate or listing on another site would be scouted out and search throughly before you succumb your wallet to $2,500. You must’ve been god-kissed that day, as the only cheaper listing was $1,700. Still, it wasn’t something you felt 100% sure about buying, but what other options were there? Suguru would be proud of you for finding a cheaper offering and thinking about a budget. So, you went ahead and bought it, feeling pretty proud of yourself for doing so. Did you tell Suguru about the purchase? no way. You’d only tell him if he asked, and you prayed with all your heart that he wouldn’t.

“Sooo…do you like it?” you asked him hopefully. Maybe he would say yes and then move on to something else, and not ask that dreadful question. Maybe, when you told him about the bargain you made, he’d be proud of you for your efforts. “Mhmmm, t’s real pretty.” He put his hand on his chin, as if thinking. “How much did we pay for this again?” Suguru asks, stepping back and giving it an appraisal.

Shit. It was silent for a good 10 seconds. You could feel the way your words dried up on your tongue and died, as if they were too scared to come up. He raised an eyebrow and asks again, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. “How much did we pay for this thing?” Stil not answer. He came up behind you, snaking one arm around your waist, while his open hand went to your chin. “Baby, you gon’ answer me?” His ghostly purple eyes searing yours through that cursed mirror.

…

“I-I just forgot to tell you-…!” you whined, legs buckling as you felt another sharp stinging sensation land on puffy clit.

“Oh, you did?” Suguru asked facetiously. You nod and cry as you feel another slap land on your clit. He then grabs your face with his hands, holding your cheeks between his slick-coated fingers. “At least look at me when you lie, baby.” He said as he guided your face in the mirror.

This was humiliating. He had you spread out on the floor, pussy glistening and your back pressed up against his chest. He had took upon himself to punish you, which subsequently turned into something lewd and twisted. Hence the being sprawled out, leggings and panties long discarded and receiving countless slaps on your cunt. It was painfully obvious that he was hard, feeling his length that was being squashed up against your ass. Your hair was messy and out of place, your skin sticky while drool and tears coated your chin. The worst part? He was doing this right infront of the new mirror and he wouldn’t even let you look away, so you were forced to fully embrace your current state.

“Please sugu. I didn’t mean too…just lemme cum please? You begged, your voice shaky and full of hiccups.

“Noo, only good girls get to cum .” He cooed, his finger playing with your little bundle of nerves. You’d been at this for about an hour now. He’d start to finger your cunt, and then he’d hit it as punishment. The closest you’ve been to finishing was the half-broken orgasm you’d stolen from his fingering, which in return you got another slap.

“Could’ve been done a long time ago. You’re making this so difficult for me baby.” He whispered in your ear, as if this hurt him more than it did you. “So now, are you gonna tell me the truth, or are you gonna keep lying to me? Cus’ trust me, I won’t hesitate to hit this pussy again” He threatened, the hand on your sticky clit moving even more slowly as an incentive.

You meant to shake your head, but when he swiftly plunged his fingers into your weeping cunt, the sloppy sounds of your slick, must’ve drowned out whatever of your senses was left. “y-yes…!”

You saw the gleam of that dangerous smile in the mirrors reflection. “I knew you would. Such a smart girl, yeah?”

Then your boyfriend laughed, a soft and smooth laugh that should not have gone down to your lower stomach with molten delicious heat. Could you blame yourself though? His fingers were pumping in-and-out of you with tantalizing proficiency, making your insides do somersaults. The way that syrupy-sweet praises dripped off his tongue alongside bitter jeers. Your brain was too far fucked out for so many conflicting emotions. “Go on now..say what you needa say to me.”

“m’ sorry for spending your money sugu! I shouldn’t have bought it, should’ve a-asked!” You confessed, buckling you hips in tandem with his fingers. “Ah ah…no moving.” He reprimanded, taking those fingers out and slapping your hole again. Your body jolted at the sudden sting and then slumped back against his chest.

“Look at you, all teary eyed and wet-pussied. You like this shit, don’t yeah?” He catchesized, with that stupid-stupid smirk on his face. “I bet you’re not sorry at all.”

“No-yes-no m’ sorry..! M’ really really sorry! ” You could barely understand what he was saying. Your pleasure was the only thing that mattered right now, all other senses finger-fucking out of you a long time ago. Geto loved you like this though. Fucked dumb and too far down the abyss of your own pleasure to think properly, all inhibitions lost. It was the easiest way to get an answer out of you.

“I think you bought this mirror just for yourself. Just so you could watch yourself get fucked? He guessed, dragging his hands across your quivering thighs. You hated how soft his voice sounded, especially when accusing you. whimpered as he did, wishing he’d just hurry and put you out of your misery. “N-no”

he frowned, stopping his hand in its tracks. He brought his lips close to shell of you ear, sending shivers down your spine and more wetness to your cunt. “Look at me, and don’t lie.”

You looked at him, straight through the mirror. “I promise, i didn't sugu. I just wanted our home to look nice!” you confessed, sniffling and squeezing your thighs together to create some sort of friction for your achey pussy.

Suguru felt his heart melt a little. You were so pitiful with your shaky mewls and whines . He couldn't help but feel a little bad for being so mean to his precious girl. He shouldn't punish you too hard, obviously you didn't know much better. “Aww..look at that face. How could I be so mean?” He told you, trailing that finger up on down your slit. He smiled at how you hips yet again bucked at his wandering digits. “So needy. Poor baby, drooling n’ crying just like this pussy. Guess I should give you what you want, yeah?”

“Mh! Yes sugu, please lemme cum now! I’m so sorry, won’t do this ever again.” You begged. At this point you were full on crying, all other senses overrides by your need to cum. His thick fingertip teased your sopping entrance, re-coating the fingers in cum.

He simply laughed, diving those fingers back into your pulsing heat. “Oh, I know baby. I know. Now watch me as I give this pussy just what she needs.”

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HOUSE PET 1

Pairings - Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian x reader

Warnings - NONCON. Slapping. Degradation. Humiliation. Dacryphilia.

Summary - refer to the masterlist

Next part - Part 2 (not published yet)

The whole village was quivering with fear as soon as the news reached, even though there were not many chances that the High King, Shadowsinger and their General would visit it. Your village was an insignificant one, sitting on the very edge of the sprint court. The inspection of the Spring Court would probably start and end in the High Lord's estates.

So, you didn't expect to face any problems as you went to your little garden at the outskirts of the village, touching the woods and attended to the flowers.

You got on your knees beside a large plant of blood-red roses, touching the petals and grinning. It looked beautiful.

And then the colour seemed to fade.

The sun was shining, till it wasn't. Your back straightened as a sudden chill covered the field and the world darkened just a bit.

You looked around, a bit of fear making you stand and get ready to run.

Who was there?

You fisted your dress and lifted it just a little, preparing to run as you looked into the woods beside your field, into the darkness that had suddenly covered it and now seemed to seep out of it.

You took a step back, watching as the darkness became... something more, turning into smoke tendrils, and all of them seemed to be coming for...you.

Gulping down the panic, you turned and ran, your feet slamming into the ground. You ran and ran through the field. The village was too far away. You should have yelled for help, but running took all of your attention.

And then you made the worst mistake.

You looked over your shoulder.

Three male. Three winged males, covered with so much darkness, you could barely see them.

You knew who they were. You had heard the brutal stories of how the High Lord of the Night Court had managed to bring every court to their knees with his General and Shadowsinger and now ruled as the High King with an iron fist. They were brutal, vicious and cruel. They took what they wanted. Everyone was afraid of them. Their names were only ever whispered.

And now they are here.

Your foot hit a stone and you fell onto your knees. Tiny stones dug into your palms, tearing at them. You froze as you heard them land. No. No. No. No.

You took in tiny, shaky breaths, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Is this how you bow in front of your High King?" A manly, deep voice purred. You almost crumbled as you heard it. Would they kill you? "Adorable, I have to say."

You got on your feet, feeling shaky all over. You gathered your wits and slowly turned, curtsying deeply. "Y-Your Majesty." You kept yourself bowed, keeping your eyes on the ground, trembling as you felt their eyes running all over you. Your baby pink dress was a bit ripped, and your hair was a bit of a mess. Your hands still hurt.

"Lower," he commanded.

You lowered yourself even further.

"Lower."

You did, almost falling on the floor, your body trembling with the effort of holding you so low. Your legs hurt, but you willed your body to cooperate.

"The poor thing is trembling, Rhys," A smooth, mocking voice said, almost chuckling.

"Let her," the third voice, deep and dark, said. "She looks pretty trembling. Why don't you go lower?"

You tried, as expected, fell. You instantly got back on your feet and curtsied again. The three men chuckled. It made you want to curl up into a ball.

"Adorable," The High King said. "At ease, little flower. Don't want you to wither away just yet." You straightened. "Come here."

The command could not be ignored. You did as you were told, taking steps towards the three most powerful men in the world, your hands fisting at your dress, trembling with fear, You kept your eyes glued to the ground.

Scarred fingers cupped your jaw, turning your head up. You still kept your eyes down, looking at the blue stones adorning his black armour. He was a giant. He towered over you, making you feel tiny. Tendrils of darkness were wrapped around him, like a second armour. His wings stretched far and wide. You knew his name. Azriel.

"She is a pretty little thing," he said. "We're keeping her, Rhys."

Keep you? Your heart filled with dread. No. No. No. No-

"She does look like she'll be fun. A scared little thing," the other man said. He had red stones on his armour. Syphons. He was as big as Azriel, with giant wings. You didn't dare look at his face. You kept your head ducked. You knew who it was. Cassian.

The Shadowsinger turned you around, tugging you to his hard body. You gasped at the sudden contact, the warmth of his body pressing into you. The shadows around him wrapped around you, suddenly carrying weight. You whimpered in fear, hands trying to push the shadows away but they turned into nothing as soon as you touched them. And then they were tighter around you.

Azriel's one scarred hand cupped your chest, covering both of your breasts because of how large it was.

"No. No-" You tugged at his fingers with your hands, trying to push his hand away. He chuckled into your ear.

"She is fun," he said. "And soft." he slapped your breasts. You cried out in pain, jerking wildly. Azriel chuckled again, grabbing the neckline of the dress and ripping it, making you stand there with your breasts out and the rest of your dress barely hanging onto you.

You grabbed the shreds of your dress, pressing it back onto your breasts, softly whimpering, trying to get out of Azriel's grip again. "P-Please, let me go-"

The High King walked towards you, clad in clothes as dark as his soul. His wings were gone. He stood with his hands tucked behind his back, towering over you. He tilted his head down till his face was near yours. You hesitantly looked at his face, tears streaming down your face. "P-Please don't hurt me-"

His lips twisted in a smirk. "You look pretty when you cry." His giant hand wiped the tears off your face. "Open your mouth."

You did what you were told, trying to keep the sobs in. The High King chuckled watching your struggle. "Oh, you poor little innocent thing. So scared, hm? I can smell it." His thumb brushed your bottom lip. "Stick your tongue out."

"Please-"

He slapped your face, lightly, but it still left a sting. "Stick your fucking tongue out like a good girl or the next slap won't be as merciful."

You gulped down more sobs and stuck your tongue out.

The High King's General laughed, stepping beside the king. "She looks like a dumb whore, drooling over herself." He grabbed your hands, ripping them away from your breasts. He tugged at a nipple harshly, making you cry harder but you did not dare put your tongue back in. "Are you dumb little baby?" He grabbed your hair and made you nod as you drooled more on yourself. "We have to take her."

"Then let's take her," The High king said and your blood ran cold. He crouched till he was looking you right in the eyes. Those violent, vibrant eyes twinkled with amusement. "I have wanted a House Pet for a while. That neck looks too empty."

. . .

[ghostbutaliveidk]

Rhy should be secretly evil

Bc he'd be so much hotter if he was

[ghostbutaliveidk]

HOUSE PET 1

Pairings - Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian x reader

Warnings - NONCON. Slapping. Degradation. Humiliation. Dacryphilia.

Summary - refer to the masterlist

Next part - HOUSE PET 2

The whole village was quivering with fear as soon as the news reached, even though there were not many chances that the High King, Shadowsinger and their General would visit it. Your village was an insignificant one, sitting on the very edge of the sprint court. The inspection of the Spring Court would probably start and end in the High Lord's estates.

So, you didn't expect to face any problems as you went to your little garden at the outskirts of the village, touching the woods and attended to the flowers.

You got on your knees beside a large plant of blood-red roses, touching the petals and grinning. It looked beautiful.

And then the colour seemed to fade.

The sun was shining, till it wasn't. Your back straightened as a sudden chill covered the field and the world darkened just a bit.

You looked around, a bit of fear making you stand and get ready to run.

Who was there?

You fisted your dress and lifted it just a little, preparing to run as you looked into the woods beside your field, into the darkness that had suddenly covered it and now seemed to seep out of it.

You took a step back, watching as the darkness became... something more, turning into smoke tendrils, and all of them seemed to be coming for...you.

Gulping down the panic, you turned and ran, your feet slamming into the ground. You ran and ran through the field. The village was too far away. You should have yelled for help, but running took all of your attention.

And then you made the worst mistake.

You looked over your shoulder.

Three male. Three winged males, covered with so much darkness, you could barely see them.

You knew who they were. You had heard the brutal stories of how the High Lord of the Night Court had managed to bring every court to their knees with his General and Shadowsinger and now ruled as the High King with an iron fist. They were brutal, vicious and cruel. They took what they wanted. Everyone was afraid of them. Their names were only ever whispered.

And now they are here.

Your foot hit a stone and you fell onto your knees. Tiny stones dug into your palms, tearing at them. You froze as you heard them land. No. No. No. No.

You took in tiny, shaky breaths, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Is this how you bow in front of your High King?" A manly, deep voice purred. You almost crumbled as you heard it. Would they kill you? "Adorable, I have to say."

You got on your feet, feeling shaky all over. You gathered your wits and slowly turned, curtsying deeply. "Y-Your Majesty." You kept yourself bowed, keeping your eyes on the ground, trembling as you felt their eyes running all over you. Your baby pink dress was a bit ripped, and your hair was a bit of a mess. Your hands still hurt.

"Lower," he commanded.

You lowered yourself even further.

"Lower."

You did, almost falling on the floor, your body trembling with the effort of holding you so low. Your legs hurt, but you willed your body to cooperate.

"The poor thing is trembling, Rhys," A smooth, mocking voice said, almost chuckling.

"Let her," the third voice, deep and dark, said. "She looks pretty trembling. Why don't you go lower?"

You tried, as expected, fell. You instantly got back on your feet and curtsied again. The three men chuckled. It made you want to curl up into a ball.

"Adorable," The High King said. "At ease, little flower. Don't want you to wither away just yet." You straightened. "Come here."

The command could not be ignored. You did as you were told, taking steps towards the three most powerful men in the world, your hands fisting at your dress, trembling with fear, You kept your eyes glued to the ground.

Scarred fingers cupped your jaw, turning your head up. You still kept your eyes down, looking at the blue stones adorning his black armour. He was a giant. He towered over you, making you feel tiny. Tendrils of darkness were wrapped around him, like a second armour. His wings stretched far and wide. You knew his name. Azriel.

"She is a pretty little thing," he said. "We're keeping her, Rhys."

Keep you? Your heart filled with dread. No. No. No. No-

"She does look like she'll be fun. A scared little thing," the other man said. He had red stones on his armour. Syphons. He was as big as Azriel, with giant wings. You didn't dare look at his face. You kept your head ducked. You knew who it was. Cassian.

The Shadowsinger turned you around, tugging you to his hard body. You gasped at the sudden contact, the warmth of his body pressing into you. The shadows around him wrapped around you, suddenly carrying weight. You whimpered in fear, hands trying to push the shadows away but they turned into nothing as soon as you touched them. And then they were tighter around you.

Azriel's one scarred hand cupped your chest, covering both of your breasts because of how large it was.

"No. No-" You tugged at his fingers with your hands, trying to push his hand away. He chuckled into your ear.

"She is fun," he said. "And soft." he slapped your breasts. You cried out in pain, jerking wildly. Azriel chuckled again, grabbing the neckline of the dress and ripping it, making you stand there with your breasts out and the rest of your dress barely hanging onto you.

You grabbed the shreds of your dress, pressing it back onto your breasts, softly whimpering, trying to get out of Azriel's grip again. "P-Please, let me go-"

The High King walked towards you, clad in clothes as dark as his soul. His wings were gone. He stood with his hands tucked behind his back, towering over you. He tilted his head down till his face was near yours. You hesitantly looked at his face, tears streaming down your face. "P-Please don't hurt me-"

His lips twisted in a smirk. "You look pretty when you cry." His giant hand wiped the tears off your face. "Open your mouth."

You did what you were told, trying to keep the sobs in. The High King chuckled watching your struggle. "Oh, you poor little innocent thing. So scared, hm? I can smell it." His thumb brushed your bottom lip. "Stick your tongue out."

"Please-"

He slapped your face, lightly, but it still left a sting. "Stick your fucking tongue out like a good girl or the next slap won't be as merciful."

You gulped down more sobs and stuck your tongue out.

The High King's General laughed, stepping beside the king. "She looks like a dumb whore, drooling over herself." He grabbed your hands, ripping them away from your breasts. He tugged at a nipple harshly, making you cry harder but you did not dare put your tongue back in. "Are you dumb little baby?" He grabbed your hair and made you nod as you drooled more on yourself. "We have to take her."

"Then let's take her," The High king said and your blood ran cold. He crouched till he was looking you right in the eyes. Those violent, vibrant eyes twinkled with amusement. "I have wanted a House Pet for a while. That neck looks too empty."

. . .

Next chapter - HOUSE PET 2

[ghostbutaliveidk]

HOUSE PET

Pairing - Cassian, Rhysand and Azriel x reader

plot/summary - You accidentally find yourself in front of the three most dangerous men in the world, and they decide to take you and keep you as a house pet.

Warnings - NONCON, BDSM elements but it's not actual bdsm because it's noncon. Spanking. Petplay. Anal. Degradation. Humiliation. Dacryphilia. Face slapping. Forced marriage.

Chapter specific warnings will be added to the chapters.

Chapter 1

[ghostbutaliveidk]

‘Using stimulating cream instead of lube’

Rhysand x reader

a/n: short little drabble because he’s been on my mind way too much lately 🫢🧡💛

word count: 935

warning: smut

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You’re being patient, aren’t you?

The question rings dully in your mind, lips parted thoughtlessly, repeating moans softly drooling from your mouth, hips winding over his pillow, clasped between your thighs.

Little love?

You press your face deeper into his shirt, inhaling his rich, sandalwood scent, pulling it deeper into your body as you continue with your motions, clit dragging softly over the slicked ridges of his pillow. Stimulation tingles in your thighs, skin hot and flushed, slaved to your own senses.

The air shifts when he enters your chambers, coming in on cat-soft feet, pausing at your shared bed to watch, a small smile on his soft, cruel mouth, hands slid casually in his pockets as he observes your state of mess.

“Rhys…” you whimper softly, hands grappling lethargically across the mattress, raising your face from his shirt long enough to reach for him. “I can’t…fuck…please…” Breaths pant from puffy lips, teeth tugging gently as you hug the pillow closer between your thighs, wet heat gliding across the smooth cotton.

“Is something wrong, lovely?” He hums, amusement warming his tone, cunt clenching around nothing as tingles drip down your spine. Arousal heating between your legs. “Rhysie…” you cry softly, peering up at him tearfully. The amusement fades, crouching down, fingers twining with yours as he pushes sweat-dampened hair from your face. “What is it? Tell me what’s wrong?” He urges softly, making you whimper again.

“I don’t know,” you whine, ankles crossing to pull the pillow closer to your cunt, wet heat dragging over wet cotton. “I wanted to make it easier…so I just…and now it won’t stop…and I, please Rhys…” you pant, eyes glazed as you peer at him needfully.

Violet glances to the bedside table, the small bottle laying innocuously on its side. Long fingers collect it as he examines the container, a faint smile softening his mouth, amused eyes meeting yours. “You used stimulating cream,” he says quietly, showing you the little bottle. “Thought it was lube, hm?”

Your lower lip trembles, eyes drowsily lilting across the label, whimpering as your eyes squeeze shut in frustration. You look at Rhys pleadingly, gripping his hand lightly in supplication. “Please…it’s so much…please do something, Rhys.” Violet eyes gleam with soft amusement, brushing his knuckles lightly against your forehead, dropping a kiss to your temple. “Alright,” he murmurs tenderly, getting to his feet.

Large palms push at your thighs, and you cry softly as he parts your legs. He curses under his breath, arousal dripping down his spine as he pulls the pillow away, silver threads of slick connecting your wet heat to the damp cotton. “Fuck. Look at you,” he breathes, staring at the glossy sheen over your heat, clit swollen and puffy from so much attention, and you whine, thighs trembling.

“Rhys…” you cry, “please…” He shushes you gently, settling between your thighs, cock stiffening as he watches you bury your face into his shirt, one he knows you like so he wears frequently, eyes rolling as you inhale. He thumbs across your clit, and your hips buck, flinching at the sensitivity, toes curling. Hands grapple with him, fingers grazing his wrist in attempts to pull him away, to relieve yourself.

“Stop…it’s too much…” you pant, “I…please Rhys…I want…want your mouth.” Again you tighten around nothing, and he groans, your arousal so overpowering he doesn’t have a hope in hell at resisting, shifting lower, hot mouth opening over your heat, tongue licking softly over your clit. Moans drool from your lips, small pants puffing from your chest as fingers thread through his thick, silky hair, the raven locks warm and reassuring beneath your touch.

“Fuck…that’s…Rhys…” you whimper, hips winding over his face, mouth gleaming with arousal as he focuses on you, grinding into the mattress to relieve the pressure and heat between his legs.

Come on, lovely, he goads, tongue swiping over your clit deliciously, at last soothing the ache that has been itching beneath you skin for what feels like hours. You can do it darling, come on my tongue. You’ve been working so hard, haven’t you, trying to find your release.

You whimper, hips bucking as he suckles lightly, suctioning your wet heat tenderly, keeping his teeth tucked away this time, tongue gently swiping over and over as you writhe. “Oh, gods Rhys,” you moan, “please, fuck…a little more…fuck, Rhys…”

Your back arches, lips parting as shockwaves strike through your body, thighs squeezing him as the orgasm breaks over your skin. So good, aren’t you? My good girl. So perfect, all hot and wet, he whispers into your mind, your toes curling as relief washes over you. His tongue slows its motions, soothing your clit as you come down from the high, your heat tingling with final satisfaction.

Feeling better now? Better after an orgasm? He croons, pulling away from the sloppy mess between your thighs, something wicked and mischievous gleaming in his eyes. Fingers trail over the smooth skin, and you pant heavily, still trembling from the high.

“But you know,” he murmurs, shifting up your body, hands dropping to the ties of his trousers. “You aren’t supposed to touch yourself without me.”

Sensitivity overwhelms you, tingling feelings zipping across your thighs as he settles between them. “We have rules, lovely,” he breathes, his tip pressing to your soft wetness.

“Got to be good for me now,” he murmurs, pushing his hips forward, watching as you arch, lips parted. “Take it like the good thing I know you are.”

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[ghostbutaliveidk]

Please, stop... | Part 1

Pairing: Helion x reader (x Nessian)

Warnings: abusive relationship and descriptions of SA - MINORS DNI

Prompt: you’re Nesta and Cassian’s mate and yet you are so different from them. From day 1 you tried to be a good mate and do as they wanted and liked but they like it rough and you just don’t. Not only is it not enjoyable for you it is actually painful. And not just in bed. You always excused their behavior as being overprotective but recently you started calling it something else: controlling. And one night, all changed as you uttered the words you had tried so hard never to say, but always thinking if you ever did they would listen. But they didn’t. And that night, everything broke.

(A/N: it's my first time writing for ACOTAR - English isn't my first language)

Part 2 Part 3

Please, stop.

You couldn't remember exactly how many times you had said it. It hadn't mattered. You weren't sure if they just didn't hear you or didn't care. You couldn't bring yourself to think they had just ignored it, ignored you. But you didn't know if the alternative was better. Maybe they just didn't care.

You cried and Nesta called you a brat. You asked them to stop the first time and Cassian shoved his large cock down your throat to shut you up.

You had almost passed out then. Not because of the way you were choking on his hard length but because you had asked them to stop and they hadn't listened. They had ignored you. They had kept going.

You were crying and begging and it just didn't register. Like it didn't matter. Like you didn't matter. All that mattered was them and their pleasure.

They had gone to bed after they were done, leaving you to care for yourself. And it was then, when you were sitting in that cold bath alone, that you realized. Your mates didn't love you. They loved each other, but you were nothing more than a sex toy to them. You who had tried so hard to be a good mate. Nesta had called you a brat and a bad girl. You who had tried so hard to please them and give them whatever they wanted. It hadn't mattered. They would have taken it anyway, no matter what you wanted.

Your heart broke. You wondered if they felt it through the bond. They didn't stir from their sleep.

You silently exited the bath and put on clean clothes. You packed lightly and quietly and didn't look back at your mates before stepping out of the bedroom.

You went to Azriel, because you really didn't have any other choice. Azriel never asked too many questions. It was as much a quality as it was a flaw. That first time he saw your bruised neck for example, he didn't say a thing. Nor did he mention it the second time, or inquire after your well being the third time. He never asked. Because it wasn't his business. But Mor never mentioned it either. Neither did Feyre or Rhys. Your friends, your family. They all had seen it at one point or another. The bruises. The look in your eyes. The flinching when either of your mate raised their voices or got anywhere close to you.

Nesta and Cassian like it rough. That was the end of it.

Azriel brought a dagger to your throat as you approached him. That didn't surprise you. You apologized for waking him up and asked him if he could do you a favor, no questions asked. You weren't sure he would. His loyalties would remain with Cassian. But, maybe it was the look in your eyes, maybe it was the tears, maybe it was the bruises, or the sound of your broken and desperate voice, but when you asked him to bring you to the Day Court in the middle of the night, he had just looked at you and your packed bag for a few seconds, then silently nodded.

Helion wasn't mad you had his guards wake him up at 2AM. No, Helion was concerned. Even more so when he saw you. You knew you probably looked exactly like you felt. Like complete and utter shit.

Helion had always been nice to you. What was there not to like? You were smart, gentle, caring and beautiful. You had similar interests and powers and had become good friends while doing some research with his healers when you were looking for a way to help Feyre when she was pregnant with Nyx.

Helion had become a true friend. The only one you had left after Nesta and Cassian had restricted your outings so much your old friends had more or less forgotten about you.

Helion made you feel safe. You had nowhere else to go.

He opened his mouth, but you spoke first.

"I request asylum."

Both males stilled. Your small and weak voice broke as you said the words but they had heard you loud and clear. You had never seen Azriel so surprise. You wondered if he would try and take you back to the Night Court by force.

"What?" was all Helion managed to say.

"I ask for refuge in your court, please," you said, voice trembling, tears filling your eyes.

"What happened?" he asked, hurrying towards you, checking you for any injury, eyeing you from head to toe, noticing the bruises on your face and neck.

"Please," you begged, falling apart, your knees giving up on you as you collapsed at his feet.

He knelt before you, taking you in his arms.

"What happened?" he asked again, but not to you.

Azriel's face was grave. He knew exactly what had happened. You'd had enough. You'd reached your breaking point. Like he knew this would happen. And yet he had done nothing.

You were sobbing in the High Lord's arms and he embraced you gently, running a hand up and down your back.

"Please," your voice nothing but a whisper. "I request asylum."

Helion's eyes landed on Azriel once more and the High Lord's silence had you panic.

"Please!"

"Granted," he said and you fell apart once more.

You buried your face in his lap, letting your cries and tears flow out of you. Helion looked at Azriel like he would tear him apart, as if he were the one who had hurt you.

"Y/N is now under the protection of my court. Inform your High Lord as soon as possible."

Azriel paused, as if considering not leaving you here, no doubt thinking about his brother, your mate. But, eventually, he nodded.

"Take care of her," was all he said before he vanished.

And as the spymaster disappeared, leaving you behind, your broken cries filled the halls of the Day Court.

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Azriel isn't ready for CC3

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