#helion x reader smut acotar

[honeybeefae]

Ask for Helion and Public Sex?

(This might be the last one for the night as I am about to crash but I FORGOT HOW MUCH FUN HELION IS TO WRITE. THIS IS SO HOT AND DIRTY AND I LOVED IT.)

Right Here, Right Now (Helion X Reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, SMUT, public, creampie, dirty talk

His mouth was hot against yours as he shoved you into the nearest bathroom across from the grand hall, his hands feeling up as much as he could while you shut the door behind you.

“Fuck, Helion,” You moaned when he cupped your throat, forcing you to look up at him. His pupils were blown wide with lust as you panted, your lips parted in desire. “We can’t do this here. Feyre and Rhys-”

“Are busy greeting other guests.” He finished your sentence, his free hand hitching your leg up until it was wrapped around his hip. You could feel his cock against your lower belly, stiff and ready to split you in two. “And I don’t think I can wait another minute to have you, starlight.”

“Does my Lord submit to me so easily that he cannot wait until we are in the comfort of our own suite?” You tease, letting your hand fall to cup his girthy erection. Helion growled, his jaw flexing as you smirked. You loved being a brat to him.

Without warning, you were suddenly flipped around, your face inches from slamming into the door as he wasted no time gathering your skirts until they were bunched at the top of your waist. You bit down on your bottom lip when you heard him curse under his breath at the realization you hadn’t worn anything underneath your outfit. 

“I think my Lady was wanting something like this to happen tonight.” He purred into your ear, using two fingers to test how wet you were. It was no surprise to either of you that you were soaked already. “Cauldron’s sake, you’re so wet.”

He dipped his fingers back down to your cunt, barely pushing them inside you before pulling them back out. You knew he was wanting you to beg for him. His reflection in the mirror was full of cockiness as he licked his lips, making every movement agonizingly slow.

“Helion, I swear if you do not pick up the pace…” You warned, grinding your hips backward only for him to pull away. 

“What will you do, starlight?” He taunted, catching your eyes in the mirror. His dark skin complimented yours beautifully as he ran a large hand over your ass, kneading it. “Will you go back to that party, wet and unsatisfied as you try not to work yourself into a frenzy or will you let me fill you up?”

You whined when he gave your clit some attention, your thighs shaking as you bare your teeth. Helion would absolutely leave you in here to prove a point. He would also tease you relentlessly for the rest of the night, torturing you in the sexiest way possible. 

“This was your plan all along, you and I both know that.” He continued, slapping your ass and making you jump. “You’re just as bad as me. I just want you to admit you need it.”

“I…” You began, struggling to find the words until he completely moved away from you. Your body had never turned so fast as you grabbed his face and pulled him down to you, kissing him fiercely as you mumbled out, “I need you, so fucking bad Helion. Take me right here, right now.”

“With pleasure.” Helion grunted, lifting your body up until your back was pressed against the door and both of your legs were wrapped around him. He wasted little time in freeing his cock from his robe, lining it up with your entrance, and slamming you down until he was fully inside. 

Your head hit the door hard as you cried out in bliss, your arms wrapped haphazardly around his neck as he rutted into you with reckless abandon. Neither one of you cared about who could be on the other side, or how much noise you were making, as you fucked like the world was going to end. 

Helion’s lips attached to your collarbone, nipping and licking his way up as he whispered the most filthiest confessions in your ear. Your hands were grasping onto his locs with all your might, tits almost bouncing out of your dress as you moaned out his name.

The doorknob next to you jiggled and you heard a polite knock and a gentle voice asking if anyone was in there. Elain.

Your eyes connected with his as you grabbed the doorknob to prevent her from entering. Helion had stopped for a moment, watching you before a wicked smile came to his face.

“I’ll be out in sec-oh, fuck!” You hissed when he picked you up off the door and laid you against the counter, your chest pressing against the cool marble as he entered you again. “Just a, a second, please!”

“Are you alright?” Elain asked worriedly, her concern which was usually endearing now making you frustrated. “Are you sick?”

“I’m fine, Elain.” You whimpered, biting the inside of your cheek until the taste of blood fills your mouth as Helion grasped your hair and pulled. “I p-promise.”

There was a moment of silence and you audibly let out a breath as you heard footsteps leave the hallway, your eyes focusing back on your mate as he gave you a boyish grin. “You’re not playing fair.”

“You don’t want me to play fair, baby.” He smirked, his hips snapping into you as both of your orgasms began to build swiftly. You were trying to regain some control but it was useless as you closed your eyes and let the waves of euphoria wash over you.

He groaned your name as your cunt clenched around his cock, milking him until he followed in your pleasure. Hot cum coated your inner walls as he let go of your hair in favor of grabbing your hips, holding you still as he filled you until you were leaking with the mixture of your juices and his.

The bathroom counter was a mess, soaps and towels scattered everywhere as Helion gently pulled himself out of you and tucked his cock back into his robes. You were still trying to catch your breath, face red and hair disheveled as he brought you to him and kissed your forehead.

“Was it too rough, starlight? Are you alright?”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, resting against his chest. “We have to do this again. Maybe at the Autumn Court next time.”

Helion grinned and rolled his eyes. “And people say I’m the one with the problem.”

[utterlyotterlyx]

Cassian and writing prompt #21, “Stay”

I’m desperate for more Cassian x Reader fics!! Thank you :)

Arsonist's Lullaby

Cassian x Fem!Reader

Summary - Cassian thinks he knows best when he pushes you away, to protect you, but nothing prepared him for a threat on your life and no one can stop him from reaching you.

Warnings - angst, smut smut smut, fluffffffff, swearing, mentions of death

Word Count - 4.9k

Sunlight speckled over your skin, its warm embrace curling around like Cassian once did, glittering its unwavering love across your paled surface, willing it back to life.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for you and Cassian to fight, but something about that fight felt different. More final in a way.

Cassian was always worrying over you, his mate, and what harm his title could potentially inflict upon you. He had been pushing you away, had been spending more time away from you; you knew why, you knew he was scared of being the reason anything happened to you but that didn't mean that he had to shut you out.

Your mate had done everything to prepare you for any potential attack, any risk to your life, you were a skilled fighter thanks to Cassian, even Azriel broke into a sweat sparring against you and Cassian smirked with pride at the image.

Weakness was not a part of your vocabulary, he knew that, but he still treated you as a fragile swirl of winter warmth and you weren't appreciating it.

Confronting Cassian had ensued an argument that would shatter any unmated couple, you had both hurled abusive words to one another, you had called him spineless and unwilling to fathom your ability to be able to care for yourself like you had during the war against Hybern when you had used your rare gift of Solakenisis to hurtle spheres of radiating flame across the battlefield. In return, Cassian had called you weak and pathetic, he had called you reckless and immature, and landed his final blow of calling you jealous of the other women in your circle for having the freedom and strength that you would never be able to wield.

Such an argument left you both panting, with raw throats and wet cheeks, with snarls of hatred sculpted to your usually attached lips.

Cassian had left you then, had left you alone in your shared home with a bag in his hand without a word of when he would return to you. It felt final. It felt damning.

So you decided to leave yourself, but instead of leaving to escape the too-large-for-yourself home to the sanctuary of the residence of your family, you chose to leave the city altogether and chose to not tell a soul, not even Rhys as he tapped on the walls of your iron clad mind once he had felt your essence float through his wards.

Sunlight continued to kiss your skin as you lay in the familiar comfort of your Day Court bed, in the room Helion had promised to always keep for you. Helion was your older brother, well half-brother, but he wouldn't let anyone mutter a word about your bastard heritage, your shared father had been quite the rake in his prime, and such actions birthed you, his bastard daughter with the power to harness the destructive powers of the sun.

It was baffling for you to comprehend why exactly Cassian was so worried for you when you had the ability to unleash heavenly fire across Prythian if you so wished it. That, and the fact that the bond had snapped for Cassian one evening in Day was why Rhys had lobbied for your presence in his court in the first place all those years ago, long before Amarantha.

Amarantha was intrigued by you, you were the only individual she wasn't able drain power from, your abilities were other-worldly, untouchable. So, she gave you an option, stay uninvolved and advise her or watch your brother perish before your eyes. You chose the former.

All you have is your fire. Use it.

Amarantha erupted into flames when she had killed Feyre, unable to free herself from the bindings you had chained around her limbs. She had screamed, gargled in fact as you stood behind her, hands at your sides and your mind ripping her apart from the inside out. Boiling and burning her alive. Fire danced through your hair, it burned brightly in your eyes, sunlight pulsed around you, a blinding thing, a warning to others.

Your power was not yours to gift, it was not for anyone else to yield but you, Helion knew as much and was stern as he told Tamlin that you were not to offer up any of your power to save the human girl in his arms.

That said human girl, Feyre, now your High Lady, had grown to be a very good friend of yours.

Rising from the depths of the cream silken sheets, you touched your rough cheeks, crying for hydration from the tears you had poured upon them for the eighth night in a row. The bond had gone cold by your own foolish wish, you had locked it off, you had refused any attempts of contact, and Helion had obliged and denied your presence in his court when Rhys and Cassian had reached to him, Helion had even gone as far as to plant a seed in Feyre's mind that you may be in Autumn since Eris was a good friend of yours despite his relationship with the Night Court.

Autumn was the one place they would have difficulty infiltrating, and Eris was more than happy to play along if it gave you some peace.

Eight days was the longest you had gone without Cassian, without anything flowing through the bond, without seeing him, without being wrapped up in his body as he fucked you relentlessly into oblivion.

It was exhausting.

The Day Court sun brought some life back to you, cascading her glow upon you and enriching your skin with her gentle loving shimmer. She had always doted on you, the energy she bestowed upon you was unmatched, and you often found her watchful eye following you wherever you walked, whispering to you always.

The sun had chosen you, her vessel, to right the wrongs of the world, and Cassian always chose to look over that fact.

Your home court was known for its elaborate fashion, the ornate gold jewellery and accessories that you had found wrapped around your hands and feet, and the halo crown caressing the back of your head. The dress you had worn held a solid gold bodice of intricate swirls that allowed your skin to peek out beneath it, that attached to a pale shimmering skirt, and golden chains draped across your collarbones and fell down your spine. It moulded to your figure perfectly.

You were not weak or jealous, or reckless, you were a child of the sun, a strong and formidable creature. No one, not even Cassian, could take that from you.

Cassian had been cursed out by every member of your shared family when he had arrived at the House of Wind looking like shit with a bag between his fingers.

He thought he was right. He thought he was protecting you. But after having his ass handed to him by Azriel and Rhys, and Feyre and Mor's stern words, and Amren's glare of pure disgust, Cassian knew he had fucked up.

Cassian had raced back to your shared home, one that was a harmonious myriad of light and dark, of sun and night, and found it solemn and empty. He had raced up the stairs, he had looked in your drawers and saw everything still in place, then he had headed to your vanity and inhaled sharply when he saw that the small picture of your mother had gone, which meant you had too.

Screaming down the bond, Cassian was met with a stone cold wall of rippling silence, and he broke. Cassian fell to his knees holding one of your dressed between his fingers, it still smelt of you, of hot salted ocean breezes and fresh roses, and he cried.

He had spent the next week trying to locate you, being turned away from every court, even Helion had no idea where you had gone, but had told Feyre that you may have gone to Eris, your friend, as you knew that would be the one place he couldn't get to you.

Rhys had demanded entry to Autumn, which Eris had refused with a sly smirk on the boarder, his hounds circling through his legs. Eris was enjoying Cassian's pain far too much and had the gall to quip, "She doesn't want to see you, Lord of Bloodshed. Perhaps you listen to her this time, considering you have a habit of refusing to."

A spit in the face of his love for you. Cassian had gone to step over the threshold only to be held back by Azriel, Eris' hounds were snarling and barking at the three Illyrians trying to enter their home, "You would risk war?"

Eris grinned, fixing the lapels of his jacket, "A war would take y/n from you forever. I don't think you'd be that stupid," he turned from them, whistling for his hounds to follow, "As long as she's here, she will be fine. I suggest you go home and mull over the ways in which you have failed her."

Missions were the only thing that would give Cassian the opportunity to relent his frustrations, his force was sickening, he broke the bones of their enemies with his bare hands, he ripped them apart with his own self-loathing fury. Azriel had never seen Cassian in such a state, he blamed himself for your disappearance, and rightfully so, any of them could have told him that you were capable of destroying him if needed, let alone anyone else. Though, Azriel didn't blame Cassian for trying to protect you, for believing that your bond could bring harm to you, Azriel would think the same if he were in Cassian's shoes.

"Cass, we do need at least one of them alive," Azriel followed his brother on his war path, he watched him in concern as he drove his sword through the hearts of many soldiers.

Bodies lay broken around them, blood coated the ground and walls, it was a monstrous sight to take in. Cassian's hair lay unbound on his shoulders, matted with sweat that coated his brow, his wings were tense as he swung, they shuddered in fear of his force.

Cassian grunted to Azriel, whipping his air away from his face and facing him with a dead glare behind his hazel eyes, "Fine," he smirked and sheathed his sword, motioning to Azriel to approach the singular male who was moments away from death.

Blood coated his lips, his eyes had dimmed, but he still wore evil like a brooch on his heart, he spat the contents of his bloody mouth at Azriel as he bent down to grasp him by the collar, "You're going to tell me of your plans to attack Velaris, you're going to tell me and I may spare you."

The male chuckled low and sinister, hatred blazed in his faltering eyes and he smiled, toothy, but blood coated the once yellow tinged teeth. There wasn't much time to get answers, "We're already moving, you're too late."

Azriel cocked his head to the side, "I'm going to need more than that. I can make this much more painful for you," Truthteller dragged across the males bobbing throat, he knew of the Shadowsinger, he had heard to rumours of his ruthless torture.

The males gaze flickered to Cassian who stood behind Azriel, leaning against the bloodied wall looking disinterested, "You can thank him for that," his finger twitched in Cassian's direction, "Do you really believe that your High Lord is the protector of your court?" The male leaned forward, "Your greatest protector, the most powerful being in Prythian, is no longer being hidden by your court. She is elsewhere, we have been watching her, preparing for the perfect moment to snatch her away. With her power in our grasp, we will be unstoppable."

Cassian felt panic settle in his soul as the male continued, bitterly laughing as he spoke, "Y/N. A child of the sun, back in her home court, ready to follow her destiny. You can thank your Lord of Bloodshed for accelerating our plans."

Azriel turned to Cassian with wide eyes, eyes that Cassian matched. It was never about attacking Velaris, it was about capturing you, using your power for their own tyrannical plans, bleeding you dry and taking your power from your body.

"Cass-"

But Cassian was already moving, turning on his heels and pelting from the room as fast as he could, flexing his wings to ready them for flight whilst calling out to Rhys to meet them at the Day Court Palace as fast as possible.

Cassian flew as fast as he could, he would never be able to forgive himself if anyone harmed you, especially when he had made it so easy for them to reach you. He had to find you, he had to stop it, he had to save you.

Helion growled at the intrusion of the three Illyrians entering his personal library that was three times the size of the library at the House of Wind, but his snarl faltered when he saw the frenzied eyes and the blood coating Cassian and Azriel's armour. He rose from his seat quickly, not having a moment to say anything when Cassian paced over to him, "I don't have time for pleasantries. She's in danger. Where is she?"

Helion noted the fire in Cassian's eyes, the way his siphons glowered dangerously in awaiting answer, "How do I know that this isn't some elaborate ruse to take her?"

Azriel stepped forward, voice low in warning, noticing Cassian's fists clench and his chest seethe with anger, "Our enemies have been hunting her, they wish to drain her power and unleash it on the world. We need to find her."

Helion's language shifted, he faced Cassian with equal fury, going toe to toe with the Lord of Bloodshed and bit, "If anything happens to my sister, I will end you."

"I will end myself before you ever could, now tell me where she is."

A wild wind bellowed through the open arches, enough for Helion to wince at the forceful impact. That wind swarmed through the palace, it was wild and cold, it was a warning from the world to run and hide. Helion fought against it toward the balcony, his locks whipping around in the tornado that had encased his court, his eyes focused on the forest in the distance and he pointed, "She's in there."

Then, from nowhere, bright thunderous light quaked from the sky as large spheres of sun fire raced past them and slammed into the ground below, where you were. The trees lurched with the impact, splintering and sprouting in differing directions, wailing at their demise, and the ocean dragged itself back to a safe distance. Fire rained from the sky, but the wind was too forceful for any of them to fly to you.

"RHYS!" Cassian bellowed to his brother, their eyes locked and he nodded, catching Cassian with a free hand with Azriel in the other, winnowing them to where they needed to be.

The scene was sickening. Trunks lay cracked and broken, simmering fire trickled along the earth that rumbled beneath their feet with each impact of fire that slammed against the ground. They couldn't see two feet in front of them let alone much else due to the heavenly light that emitted from you, but Cassian felt you, for the first time in what felt like centuries, he felt you.

Cassian felt your fury course down the bond, it was mixed with fear and guilt, and it lead them straight to you. In return, he threw all of his love down the bond as another sphere of your fire hurtled down through the sky, and he swore he could have heard you gasp and pause.

The light dimmed, and their eyes adjusted to see you in the clearing metres ahead from them, surrounded by bodies, some bloody and other burnt beyond recognition. A dagger was glued between your fingers and you let our a shaky exhale, like you didn't realise you had been holding your breath all that time.

The clearing looked more like a crater, a once plush area of wildlife that you sought comfort in was now a crater of ash and broken souls, and Cassian watched your cracked eyes survey your surroundings, hating what you had done.

Cassian rushed to you, slamming his body into yours and cradling you into his chest, "Are you alright?" He pulled away and cupped your face in his hands gingerly, wiping away the ash that had settled on your cheeks, "Speak to me, my love."

"I'm okay," your voice was hoarse and quiet, your eyes connected and he saw the tears pool in them along with the devastation that coursed through the bond, "I'm sorry. You were right-"

"Don't apologise," he told you, wiping away the tears that spilled down your ashen cheeks, leaving streaks of sunlight flowing down them, "I was wrong, so wrong. You don't need anyone to protect you, you aren't weak or jealous, you are strong and more capable of protecting yourself more than anyone I know. You are your greatest protector, not me. I'm so sorry, I was just trying to keep you tucked away and safe. But you've always meant to shine, I never should have tried to stop it."

"You were trying to keep me safe, Cass," your voice trailed off and you examined the scene, paying no notice to Rhys and Azriel at the edge of your crater, "What have I done?"

Cassian's fingers ran through your hair, "You did what you had to, alright? It's okay. If I hadn't pushed you away then none of this would have happened. I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry."

Your hands lay on his chest and you sighed, "Take me home, Cass. I can't be here."

Cassian had doted on you the moment you were back in his arms, he ordered Rhys to winnow you both back to your shared home whilst Azriel stayed to assure Helion that you were fine and in need of some much needed time with your mate.

The searing heat of the tub wound around your muscles and soothed the ache in your soul. The water was far too hot for Cassian to climb into, so he instead sat on the edge of the tub and washed your hair, picking apart the knots within it and allowed his large hands to unwind the bundled nerves in your shoulders.

When the water had gone cold, he lifted you from the tub and dried your limbs, he brushed your damp hair and dressed you in a thin nightgown, and not once did he stop apologising to you, not once did his lips stop peppering kisses along your shoulders and forehead.

You stood before him, needing much more than just sweet kisses and kind words.

"Tell me what you need," he had said when he saw the look in your eyes, one that radiated doubt but also desire.

Cassian stood still in front of you, his hands resting on your hips and you stood on your tiptoes to capture his lips in a searing kiss, one that he hummed into, allowing his hand to cradle the back of your head as he deepened it. Cassian had missed your lips too much.

Against his own building desire, Cassian gently pushed you backward, "My love, you're hurting," he didn't want to take advantage of your vulnerability in that moment.

"Do you love me?"

Cassian frowned, and let out a disbelieving scoff, "More than anything."

"Good," you pressed your lips to his again, pulling back slightly and peering at him through your lashes, "Because I need you to fuck me like you don't."

His cock twinged at the words and he closed his eyes, opening them to see you push the straps of your nightgown over your shoulders, revealing your peaked nipples to him as it fell down your body. Cassian knew why you needed it, you needed to feel something other than the pain of destroying one of your most sacred places, you needed him in the most passionate way possible.

"Are you sure?" Fire spread through him when you used his forearms as leverage to capture his lips on yours again, in a starving embrace, one that sent blood pooling to his cock that throbbed against his leathers in knowing that where it needed to be was only inches away.

Cassian walked you backwards until your legs hit the back of your bed and you lowered yourself onto the mattress. Fierce lust was laced within you, you propped you heels up on the frame and spread your legs to your mate, that feral animalistic need to be rutted filling the room illuminated by flickering candlelight.

Wasting no time, Cassian ripped his leathers from his body and fell to his knees before you, his muscles contracted in the golden hue of the room, he grasped your thighs and dragged you toward him, his warmth breath fanning over your core as he placed kisses down your stomach and in the creases of your thighs, making you suck in a shaky breath as he placed a final peck to the bundle of nerve that were aching for his tongue.

"I've missed the taste of you so much, my love," the movement of his lips on your skin made electricity course through you, the stubble of his beard scratching against your inner thighs.

Whining, your back arched when he drug his tongue up your slit, the groan emitting from his throat vibrating against you threatening to blind all of your senses. He smiled against your core, winding his tongue around your clit and sucking on the nerves, his fingers dug into your thighs to stop your squirming as his pace became relentless. Sucking, biting, and swirling his tongue in the ways he knew made you turn into a mewling mess, he pumped his cock in his hand to relieve the building pressure, to allow him to focus on you, his beautiful moaning mess of a mate completely at his mercy.

Cassian lapped up your taste, groaning in pleasure at it as he pumped his digits in you, pressing down on your stomach with his free hand to make that rough spot inside of you meet every brush of his touch. He noted the hitch of your breath and the way your fingers found his hair, pushing his face into your cunt, telling him how close you were from falling from grace. Cassian kept his pace, taking your throbbing clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it as his fingers hit that spot again and again until you were crying out his name and tensing around his fingers.

Your mate continued his tirade, pulling two more orgasms from your lips before his pace slowed and he removed his fingers from you. Humming, he sucked your juices from one of his fingers and then slid the other into your mouth as he hovered over you, his cock ready and weeping on your thigh.

He threw your clenched legs apart and nestled between them, "You can thank me tomorrow," he told you, no doubt alluding to the fact that your lips hadn't found his cock yet, "I just need you."

Without warning, he pushed into you, and his delicious cock stretched you out, you threw your head back and moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he lowered himself and captured your lips hungrily against his own, transferring the taste of you to your tongue. He moved, slowly at first, and you met his hips in the rolling rhythm he had created, then he became more desperate and picked up his pace, biting and sucking at the skin on your neck, no doubt marking it for everyone to see once he would allow you out of your bed after fucking you on every surface possible.

Cassian groaned into the crook of your neck, his fingers held a bruising grip on your hip as he slammed into you, the tip of his cock smacking against that rough spot inside of you, "I love you, y/n. I love you so much," his brows were furrowed, like he knew how much force he was using and had to tell you how much he loved you just in case he was taking it too far.

Panting, you replied, "I love you too, Cass. I love you," you were cut off by your own moan, your hands flew above your head encased in his own, he gripped the sheets and snarled and he pulled out of you and flipped you over, pushing your head into the mattress and growling as the tip of his cock teased your entrance again, and you took it in it's entirety, groaning so deliciously that it took everything within Cassian to not explode at the sight of your ass bouncing on his cock.

Cassian bent down, his fingers delicately wrapped around your throat and pulled you upright, his fingers stayed there, restricting your oxygen in the best way imaginable as he pushed up into you, sucking and nibbling on your earlobes and neck between his own rough moans of pleasure.

As long as you had Cassian, there was nothing else you'd ever need to feel fulfilled. He was everything, your life and death, your shoulder to sob upon, your cock to cum on. Cassian was yours, his soul belonged to you just like every fibre of your existence hung onto him.

"Stay. Don't ever leave me again," his voice was full of emotion in your ear as he fucked you into the whispering depths of the ocean that was your bond.

Cassian's free hand twisted at your nipples before travelling downward, resting atop your stomach and pushing your hips backward to meet his relentless thrusts, and you felt the familiar pressure building there, holding on wasn't possible when his fingers travelling further, finding your clit and tracing slow circles into the nerves, smirking into your shoulder as high pitched cries flowed from your lips.

"I'll never leave you," you were breathless, and you hardly felt him pull out from you as he pushed you onto your back again, throwing your leg over his arm and pounding into you until he began to falter. His lips found your nipple again, sucking and biting on the sensitive nub of skin, and his fingers continued to flicker over your clit, "Cass, please. I'm going to-"

"So am I," he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, "Cum for me, my love," Cassian pressed his lips to yours, capturing your orgasm in his mouth before releasing your lips to allow you to scream his name as that searing white heat consumed your entire body.

Cassian could have swore you began to glow as it consumed you, and you basked in that warmth, he basked in the clench of your walls quivering around his cock and milking him until there was nothing left to fill you with. Your mate fucked you through both of your highs, groaning your name and growling as he filled you, panting as he slowed his pace and lay on top of you.

In the comfortable silence, you found him staring at you with wonder, he hovered over you propped up on his elbows, tracing his fingers along your glistening skin, "What?"

Cassian smiled, "I want a baby," he admitted, "I can't stop myself from being scared about losing you, a part of me will always be terrified. But, what I can stop is myself holding back in the life I dream of with you," his hazel eyes scoured your face, and peace settled between you, "I want a product of us, of our love and strength. I want a family with you, a big family full of love and wonder and adventure where you have to tell me off after our fourth for wanting another," you giggled tearfully beneath him and he wiped a tear away with the pad of his thumb, "The idea of losing you is my greatest fear, y/n. I don't want anything to happen to us, and I don't want us to be left with nothing if-"

"Cass," you cooed to him, pulling him from the devastating thoughts in his mind, "I want all of that too, I want the picket fence and enough children to drive Az insane. Enough cousins for Nyx for them all to grow up in their own inner circle and replace us all one day. I want a life with you void of sadness. I want you, forever, even when our day comes to leave this reality, I will want you and I will guide you to the heavens so that we may live in an eternity of love waiting for everyone we adore to join us."

Cassian pulled you up the bed and encased you in his arms, draping a thin sheet over your forms and running his fingers through your hair whilst you kissed his chest softly, "You found me in darkness and we made our own light. We burn brighter than anything that may await us," he kissed your forehead and gazed into your eyes, a smirk worked its way onto his face, "The sun has nothing on you, you know."

Authors Note

Daddy Casssss

Hope you love it! x

[tadpolesonalgae]

Helion x Reader: New Mechanisms[*]

A/N: HAHAHAHA I LOVE HIM

Warnings: Helion being a fun and kinky husband.

You could smell the wine before you even opened the door leading his chambers—top floor of the palace.

He’s already sprawled across a chaise, adored in a cotton robe threaded with gold, the usual arm band fashioned to a snake sitting comfortably around his bicep. His eyes slide to your figure, sharpening with a predatory gleam as he raises the bottle to his mouth, drinking deeply.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you drawl, shutting the double doors behind you, moving across the open space of the living room.

It’s cavernous, almost. The wards are down today, allowing a breeze to sweep through, a pleasant refresher to the stuffiness of your work place. The light wind swishes the hem of your light dress which ends just above your ankles, feet adorned in low heels, cream leather with golden thread accenting the laces that wrap up your calves. Perhaps fashioned to match your husband. He does so enjoy it when you look the part of a happy couple.

You shuck off the uniform blazer of your work place: a thin, tuscan red, cashmere jacket that’s lined with viscose on its interior. Light, and breathable enough for you not to swelter in the heat of the Day Court.

“I have a day off tomorrow, wife.” That gleam in his eye promises nothing but divine pleasure, and it’s taken you years to master the art of not crumbling when he gives you that look. Instead, you set your bag down on one of the sandstone counters, already reaching to free your hair from its relatively neat restraint.

“I’m sure you’ll be happy to spend it resting then, husband.” You emphasis, setting down on one of the hand carved wooden stools surrounding the counter as you begin untying your heels, exposing the length of your leg.

“I will do no such thing,” he drawls, popping a grape into his mouth, tipping his head back to catch it, exposing the strong column of his throat. The dark skin you want to taste. The skin beneath those robes, too.

His eyes gleam, catching your glance, smirking at you.

You merely roll your eyes, allowing one shoe to drop to the floor while you start on the other. “Wine and cooled grapes? My, my, Helion. So decadent.”

“You should see what I’m planning to have tonight. She puts decadent to shame.”

You raise a brow, peering at him from your seat, “such a shameless flirt. Honestly, one would think you’d be satiated by now.”

A deep, rich laugh rumbles from his chest, and warmth ignites in your chest from the sound alone. “Me? Tire of you?” You roll your eyes again, but that’s indeed a smile that’s lifting the edges of your mouth. He never fails to make you feel divine. Delectable. As if you’re the most mouth-watering creature he’s ever come across.

You reach for the bag once you’ve removed your final heel. “I may have gotten a little present for my hard-working High Lord,” you croon, a teasing smile playing on your lips. His hand stills on the way to his mouth, the grape moments away from being devoured.

His attention narrows onto your figure as you collect the bag, bare feet slapping against the cool, stone panels as you make your way over to him. You push his long legs off the chaise, as if you’re making to sit beside him. Except you slide into his lap, seating yourself atop one of his muscled thighs, pushing the bag to him.

“Are you going to make me guess this time? Or am I free to open it and see the wonders inside?” He teases, but you can tell he’s interested in its contents. You lean forward, a hand wrapping around his wrist as you steal the grape from his fingers, lips grazing their pads before you pull away, grinning.

“You’re free to open it,” you say, delighting in the refreshingly cool juice of the fruit.

From inside, he pulls out an object wrapped in aquamarine tissue paper. He recognises the signature card that accompanies it instantly.

His eyes snap to you, voice low and rough as he drawls, “where’s this from?” You offer another grin at the husky baritone, settling your hand on the window of dark skin his robe reveals at the top of his broad chest. “Just something I’ve recently finalised from work,” you grin wickedly.

A growl resounds in his chest, “you didn’t mention you were nearing the end of your…project.”

“Would you like me to take it back? Technically this is a prototype, so I shouldn’t even be showing it to you, High Lord.” You reach for the tissue but he pulls it out of your reach, chuckling. His free hand wraps around your waist, pulling you against him, “here you are, stealing things from work,” he drawls, hand lowering to your hip, “yet every believes you to be the sweet, innocent one.”

You raise a single brow in challenge, “are you saying you’re the sweet, innocent one?” He looks like he’s about to reply, but you shift in his lap, “open it.”

“Impatient.” He mutters, but follows your order, removing the tissue paper to reveal the object. His brow scrunches as he studies the toy. You laugh at his expression, “you’re looking as if you expected to know what it was.”

His eyes slide to you, “it’s entirely new?” You offer him a sultry smile, “I might have made a few modifications for it to…fit.”

He swallows. “How does it work?”

The grin on your mouth turns feline, “want me to show you?”

————

He’d nodded, and when you had moved to walk to the bedroom, he’d simply snuck his large palms beneath your ass, and scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. You startled, but quickly settled into him, thighs squeezing him as you felt the very obvious sign of his arousal.

You’d wound against him teasingly, to which he’d let out a rough laugh before seating himself at the edge of the bed, keeping you spread out over his lap.

Your dress has hiked up to your thighs from having him between them, but you make no move to pull it down.

“Want to at least explain what you’re about to put me through, honey?” He drawls, enjoying how your hands deftly begin unfastening the clasps at his broad shoulders, ridding him of the offending cotton. Your eyes flick to his with a sultry glint, “hell.”

His mouth twists into a divine grin of blissful resignation. “I would expect no less from my wife.” You practically purr at that. Even after all these years, it does something to you. When he calls you his wife. A shiver runs down your spine as you allow Helion to remove the rest of his robes as your hands drop to your dress. You lift onto your knees to help him, until you’re both naked.

“You mentioned some modifications?” He drawls, gripping your hips, rolling you gently over his thighs, so you’re pressed tight to his abdomen.

You reach for the invention of yours: it’s a thick, hollow circle, wrapped in what looks like rubber but’s much softer, has more give. It’s cream coloured, with golden dusted edges where the seams would be. At one end is a swell of that rubbery material that’s softly serrated. Tiny, neat ridges ingrained as they are on the interior of the ring.

“I had to make it a little…larger. To accommodate you, comfortably,” you reply, and you feel pleasure warm you cheeks at the mention of his generous…size. A purely male grin lifts his lips at that, and you can feel the pride radiating from the cocky male.

“You and that cock of yours,” you drawl, incredulously.

He shoots you a grin that, were you standing, would’ve had you on your knees in an instant. “I thought you liked this cock of mine,” he smirks, shifting his hips so you can feel the size of him against your tummy.

You look him in the eyes as you settle your hands on his shoulders, raising to your knees, “more than you know, husband.” His hands brace your hips, “no prep?” He’s frowning at you—disapprovingly. You flush, and look away shyly for a moment, an embarrassed smile on your lips. “The testers today… I might have volunteered to try another prototype, one that isn’t fully ready yet…”

He groans, cupping your cheeks, staring up at you from your raised position, “is that what the tug was? That wave of happiness I felt earlier today, hm?” Your hands overlap his, nodding, and he moans at the mental image. “Tell me what happened.”

He grips himself, free hand resting on your hip, guiding you downward, slowly. “I…It’s the twin to the one I brought home a few months ago…” you manage. A contented sigh leaves your lips as you take the first two inches of him, and you struggle for words. He just grins, smugly. Helion raises you to his tip, only to encourage you further down, and the pads of your fingers dig into the muscle of his shoulders. “keep going,” he drawls, and you can’t tell if he’s talking about your daytime adventures or sinking down onto his cock.

“It’s…got similar mechanisms as this one…” you breathe, lifting your hips, then taking more of him. “Making it…more advanced…” you manage, panting as you take as much of him as you can.

His hands snake up your front, thumbing your nipples, attaching his mouth to your own as moans are exchanged between you. You keep still for a while, catching your breath while Helion lays his lips over your neck, nipping and biting as you pant, feeling full. “You’re taking me so well, honey.” He kisses your throat, “I know it’s a big stretch for you.”

Smug bastard.

You can practically feel his cocky grin as you try to keep from losing your head just having him pressing so tight against you. It’s so good.

You pull at his onyx hair, pulling his devilish mouth from your skin, “we’ll see who’s struggling after this, shall we?” The spark in his eyes shows he accepts your challenge. “Maybe hold your horses until you won’t pass out from the slightest movement,” he drawls, making you scowl.

He sees you opening your mouth, but grips your hips, rolling you down. You gasp, slumping forward, head resting on his shoulder as he chuckles, stroking your hair. “I know, I know,” he soothes, “it’s a lot to take, isn’t it?” You can barely manage to scowl at his conceited words disguised as comfort.

He’s right, though.

With more strength than should be necessary, you manage to lift yourself from his lap, settling back onto his thighs. You reach for the toy, sliding it over the head of his cock. Helion shivers as you gently slide it down, like how you had done with yourself—making sure the rubbery contraption is slicked well, moving it with ease.

It settles at his base, where you struggle to reach—with your cunt or your mouth.

Shakily, you raise up again, perching at his tip. You might honestly pass out from pleasure this time. You can feel the aroused heat bubbling beneath your skin, and can practically taste his own in the air.

Helion help as you sink down onto him, grasping you by the hips until that swell at the front of the toy is pressing over your clit. You shiver in anticipation and he twitches in response. It seems both of you are desperate for that first release—which will inevitably lead to a number more following.

Your thighs are trembling, but you manage to reach around, finding the finger-tip sized invert in the mechanism. “I’m honestly not sure if I’ll be able to move once this turns on,” you warn gently. He gives you a devious smile. “What do you think all these muscles are for?” You tighten around him as his grip intensifies over your hips. The thought of him slamming you down is enough to have your own strength giving out.

His eyes gleam as if he’s read the thought in your mind.

“Why don’t you start it up, huh?” He drawls softly, pressing a kiss to your nose. You swallow, but tap the divot twice, and the vibrations start.

You gasp, sucking in a breath as the sensations swell over your clit, sending tiny ricochets bound up your body. Helion groans in response, and you know he’s feeling it too—the rapid, quick-fire pulses squeezing his cock in fast succession. Your back curves, pressing down, driving him deeper until he’s touching that spot inside of you that makes you weep when he abuses it.

“Fuck, honey…” Helion moans, gripping you tight. “What a wicked mind you have.” You only manage a soft whine in response, that turns into a whimper when he lifts you up—just as he promised, and—

Oh gods—

—slams you down.

Your eyes roll, nails biting into him as pleasure doubles…triples within you, rapidly dividing over and over until you’re made of euphoria. You can’t manage words, they’re beyond you. Just met with endless waves of pleasure as he continues raising your hips then roughly sliding you back down. Making sure his cock kisses that spot inside you every damn time.

It’s so much, so much that you can feel the high building already, gathering with enough force to promise to send you reeling, melting into him. And you’re entirely right.

The high knocks you off your feet, and you slump into your husband, collapsing as your mouth opens over his shoulder. You bite down lightly, a gentle scrape of your teeth over his dark skin as you moan from the intensity.

You think you scream as he keeps up the pace, making you gush, release spurting from you when it can, splashing down him as he growls with male pleasure.

One large palm scoops beneath you, his middle and forefinger fitting either side of his cock as he helps you bounce up and down, soaking them in the process. You can feel him spilling into you in response to your fluttering cunt, and you moan, crying out at the pleasure.

Helion grips your jaw lightly, pulling you back gently and your brows curve with the effort. Heat engulfs your body as he raises those soaked fingers to his mouth, lapping at your flavour while he watches you hungrily.

The moment his mouth is free, you’re opening your lips over him, kissing him deeply as you take in the taste. Moans and groans fill the room, arousal twining in the air.

The High Lord doesn’t give you a moment’s rest, laying back on the bed, a pillow beneath his head so he can watch.

Watch as he grips your hips firmly, and begins all over again.

The air is kicked from your lungs, a strained whimper dragging from your throat as he bucks upward. The swell of rubber presses flush against your clit, still sending those rapid, sporadic pulses and you mewl.

“Mother—fuck, Helion!” You gasp as he rolls his hips against yours, already pounding into you, making you bounce. He hardly needs a second of recovery time. You grit your teeth as he slams into you, panting, jerking slightly every time those vibrations wash upon the apex of your thighs.

“Come on,” he groans, thumbs rubbing over your hips, “you can do another. I know you can.”

All your muscles tighten with the overstimulation. Your thighs flexing, stomach clenching with pleasure as tears brim at the edges of your lashes. “Helion…” you whimper.

It was the wrong thing to do. It’s only ever spurred him on.

He grips you firmly, bands of light contracting around your waist as he pulls your down on his cock. That damned swell on the toy overlapping your clit, sending those tight, intense pulses.

You scream, your palms smacking against his hard stomach, pressing against the muscle as your mouth drops open. “What did you say earlier?” He drawls, keeping you flush to the mechanism. “Seeing who would be struggling more?” He laughs, and it’s deep and rich, a shiver running down your spine.

Another high is already building from the insane stimulation and you roll your hips against Helion’s. He jerks and groans deeply but forces his hands away, allowing you to pleasure him.

You settle your hands on his stomach and raise your hips before slamming down.

Helion snarls with pleasure, growling at the back of his throat as he feels how tightly you’re hugging him, how eagerly you’re riding him.

“Helion…” you moan. It’s sweet enough he brings his hands to your hips, and helps you along. Grinding against you. Bucking up. Slamming you down.

Your nails bite into him but neither of you care. Honestly, you think Helion likes that edge. Knowing how good he’s making you feel.

It’s not much longer before you’re both spiralling again, and you’re fully aware of how loud you scream.

“Gracious, honey,” Helion remarks roughly, that deep drawl that drags from his throat sending mindless pleasure spinning beneath your skin. He follows behind you, your own release setting his off as euphoria spills down the bond, flooding his mind as he continues slamming you down until you’re putty in his hands.

Your shoulders slump, and this time you reach round and double tap the divot in the toy, bringing to a standstill. You gasp, gulping down air as you pant. Helion’s hands wrap over your shoulders, pulling you down against him, the bands of light removing themselves. You go very willingly, melting into the strong warmth of him.

“I think you’re little invention worked a bit too well, honey,” he drawls, rubbing your back soothingly, feeling how drained you already are.

“It’s not little at all,” you grumble, half slurring your words through fatigue.

He laughs in response, but moves to sit upright.

“Dear gods, don’t—” A whine spills from your lips as his cock shifts inside of you and your back arches from sensitivity, nipples scraping over his chest. “You can either get off, or we can go another round,” Helion taunts, bucking his hips slightly.

You release a garbled sound that makes him smirk—smug. So smug.

You scramble off him, thighs trembling as you collapse onto the bed. Helion discards the too good toy, removing it to the bathroom where it would be washed—later.

He’s already tucking you in beside him despite the sun still just about the horizon. “What skilled hands you have, wife,” he mocks, softly, pressing kisses to your forehead as he plasters you against his chest. “I think my mouth’s a little better, husband,” you shoot back, making him nip at the tip of your ear. “Don’t tempt me.”

You huff a laugh, tipping your head to look at him, “you and your libido.”

“Insatiable. I know,” he gives you a grin that tells you he’s not at all ashamed of it. You kiss him, letting him know you agree.

“One day,” you murmur, wearily. “One day, I’m going to ware you out.”

He just laughs merrily, holding you tight, “keep dreaming, wife.”

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The Jeweler (AzrielxReader)

A/N: Missed you guys <3 Not my best but its cutie.

EDIT (Jan 23.2024): Forgot to add the tag list, srry guys :,) <33333

W.C: 1.3k

Warnings: Slight mentions of smut. Angst?

Winter in Velaris was truly a marvel. As the solstice approached decorations and lights littered the buildings of The Rainbow, and the streets bustled with life as city goers made last minute preparations.

From the frost coated glass of your apartment you watched as families scurried out of the cold, and lonesome travelers slowed by shop windows to take a peek inside. From its place on the wall your clock struck seven and you tore your eyes away from the scene below. If you listened closely enough you could hear as the jeweler, Mr. Krazinski, downstairs, closed up shop for the evening and began to head home for the weekend. As he went about his Friday evening routine- you too began your own. The tea you had been nursing (now cold) was discarded and a bath was drawn full of lavender and other frilly things an herbalist nymph had convinced you to buy earlier in the day. In no time, the pale blue tiles of your bathroom were slick and steam was rolling out from beneath the door- spilling into your hall. In the living room you lit candles, cedar and pine. The fae lights bobbing on your wall were extinguished, only the crackling fireplace radiated light now. The clock struck eight then, and you moseyed towards the bath. You’d take your time there- worship yourself and make sure every inch was perfect. He’d be there by eleven after all. By the time the clock struck nine the bath had drained, bits of lavender and other botanicals slowly drying to the bottom of your tub. You had pulled out your fineries. Lotions, perfumes, wine. At ten you were dressed, a deep emerald number- frilled with lace. Here was the winter solstice tree, lit for the occasion and you standing before it. With only half an hour left you downed your glass of wine, curled up in a chair facing the door. Eleven strikes and the locks begin to turn. Within moments your small doorframe is crowded by seven feet of illyrian muscle and wing. He’s dressed simply this week- dark trousers and a thick cable knit sweater. His wings are pulled tight, remnants 

of snow melting off their taloned tips. 

“Right on time, Shadowsinger.” You purred, trailing the rim of your glass with your scarlet red finger tip. He hummed his reply, stepping into the threshold of your home and firmly relocking the door behind him- a habit he had when he stayed here. You had always found it quite charming- him locking the door as if the most dangerous creature in Velaris would not be curled up in your sheets within the hour. 

“Am I ever late, Jeweler?” 

You audibly chuckled then,a noise that had a smile tugging at the Illyiran’s lips as he settled into the couch. Jeweler was a name he had been fondly calling you for years now, ever since he found out where you resided. 

“I suppose not.”

He was looking at you then, dragging his eyes back and forth across your frame and the bits of exposed skin. If you had been naive you would have thought it was the surmounting heat of the fire making him shift in his seat. But naive you were not. You placed your wine glass on the floor as you stood and sauntered over to where he sat. Azriel placed his hands on your hips and with one firm tug you were in his lap. He chuckled as you stumbled forward- a flailing thing compared to the elegance with once you just moved. Strong arms enveloped you and the room around you seemed to fade. The troubles of the week melted away as the shadowsinger kissed his way down your neck, across your collar, and down, down, down…

You had lived a long time and experienced many things but the way Azriel made you feel was different than anything you had encountered before. With a stroke of his fingers he had you writhing and moaning gutturally, falling blissfully further away from the world around you. By the time the two of you were spent, the fire had reduced itself to cinders in the hearth. Outside- a blizzard was well into forming, snow pushing its way past the glamors which kept Velaris safe from any real damage. 

You lay splayed across the rug before the fire- an afghan he had grabbed slung across your forms. Above your heads, strong cedar beams supported the ceiling. If you squinted, spiders had made homes in the corners and were scurrying dutifully across the wood. 

“Sometimes I think about staying here for good.” Azriel mumbled from beside you, his voice halting the soft circles he had been tracing into the bare skin of your side. You let out an airy chuckle at his statement and turned your head to face him. 

“So why don’t you?” A question you knew the answer too. One he knew the answer too as well.

He seemed to mull over your words for a moment anyhow before stating, “Because Jeweler, if I saw you everyday- im afraid it would change my life.” 

You stared at him for a moment, holding his hardened gaze. He seemed serious- deathly so. But he was not, and you knew that much. Keeping the thought at hand you laughed once more and teasingly shoved at his bare chest as you stood from the floor. 

“Of course it would, Shadowsinger. You would be reminded of Mr. Krazinski’s sales everyday instead of every Friday evening.” 

Azriel audibly groaned as you pranced towards the bathroom to fetch a robe. When you returned to the living room he was tugging on his pants. 

“Why dont you let me take you out to eat next week?” Azriel offered as he slipped his sweater back on. A boot following not far behind it. Leaning in the doorframe of the hallway you smiled tightly but only offered him a shrug. 

“You know where I stand on dates, Azriel.” 

“Then don't call it a date.” He shot, frustrated that you would not cave. 

From across the room you searched his eyes, tried desperately to find something that would make you change your mind- and you… couldn't. You see, you knew who Azriel was. You had known him for the past two decades- and your bed had seen him through some very tumultuous parts of his life. Several times over the years he had tried to take it further than pleasure, but your answer had always been no. There was no denying he was an attractive male, witty, incredible in bed, and even charming when he chose to be- but most of all he was the Spymaster of Rhysand’s Court. A master of deception and torture. You lived above a jeweler, taught nighttime pottery classes, and drank chai tea. His was not a life you could keep up with. And yours was one he would tire of quickly. To go on a date with Azriel would be to open a door that you were not sure you could step through- terrified of what lay on the other side. 

“Im Sorry, Azriel. You know I-” Before you could finish he smiled tightly and nodded.

“You cant. I know.” He tugged his jacket on as he spoke and headed towards the door. He did not say goodbye as he left, merely shut the door and locked it behind him. Listening to him clunk down the tiny staircase ached every week- but this one especially so. Yet again he had confronted you with a reality you could very well possess but simply could not yet face. Flopping down onto your couch you poured the last of your long forgotten wine and stared as the liquid swirled in your glass. 

He would return next week- inevitably to ask you out yet again. And maybe it was the last of the wine souring your brain as you tossed it back- but as you curled into your bed that night, you thought that maybe next week- just maybe… you would say yes.

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I write for most ACOTAR characters and will eventually open requests for other fandoms. I’m just in my SJM era rn. Feel free to request blurbs, imagines/one shots, headcanons, etc.!

Key: ⛈️-angst. 🌞-fluff. 🪐-smut.

Azriel Shadowsinger

Fics:

The Pursuit of Feeling Alive [ongoing] ⛈️

Trope// enemies to lovers

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My Fearless Mate 🌞

Trope// mated pair

Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court

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Touch in the Dark [ongoing] ⛈️

Trope// enemy to lovers

Pt. 1

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Wings of Dusk pt.2

Azriel x reader

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Warning: angst

Azriel… once you said his name you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face and watched as Azriels eyes widened and just by you saying his name his shadows were frantic and whispering into his ear. It was all so unlike him and it took everything in you to pull your hand away and head back next to Helion. On your way back you cleared your throat and spoke “sorry spymaster but I’m afraid it’s hard not to know the name of the Illyrian who can wield the shadows themselves”

You had always had a special connection with the shadowsinger in fact you were what some would call best friends. That shadows that always surrounded him had never scared you like it did others, you actually had always found them stunning. It actually wasn’t Rhys and Cassian that met Azriel first…but it had been you. From the moment you met him you had always felt understood with him and you were the first person he had opened up to. You almost immediately dragged him to your younger brother to meet. Rhys and Cas immediately took to him and the trio had begun. Thinking back on it warmed your heart you all were merely children and yet had found each other. “ Y/N” “Y/N” said Helion.

“Hm yes”

“Y/N it would seem they are too flustered about your presence to speak. Would you like to fill me in on why they can’t seem to find their tongues”

“I um yes sorry my lord I am originally from the Night Court”

Helion paused before he answered and brought his eyes to mine almost in a silent question of why I’d never said anything.

“Ah so you know them…. And they know you…”

Before you could even answer Rhysand had finally found words and stepped forward with what you could faintly recognize as anger graced his features and he loudly roared

“Not just know Helion that would be my Sister who was presumed to be dead. And I would very much like to know why she’s here in this court with you.” Not a single one of Rhys words wavered and it reminded you that he was no longer new to being high lord like he had been when you were sent under the mountain.

“I would watch your tone and accusations while in my court Rhysand. Y/N is here of free will and seeing as I was not aware of that bit of information and your court members seem to be in a daze I find it necessary to reschedule this meeting for tomorrow. Rhysand you and you inner circle are welcome to stay in the palace, someone will show you to your rooms” with that Helion stood from his throne and you could feel the anger radiating off of him. Your shoulders tightened and you silently cursed yourself for being the reason Helion could of easily been made a fool of. You had to make a choice go talk to Helion or stay back and face your family and only one of those options were you ready for.

Helion was angry and it wasn’t because it became apparent to the other high lord that he had no idea who resided within his court no it was because you hadn’t told him. It wasn’t because it could be a conflict of interest or even that you were supposed to be his most trusted member of his court. It was because above all of that he thought of you as a close friend. You had helped him heal and rebuild his court after Amarantha, held him after nightmares where he had been glowing so blindly it would travel to your room and awaken you. You gave insight and troop suggestions like it was a no brainer. Stayed up until early morning with him discussing life and traumas. You were the only female he’d met who would sass him back or quip back with things not proper for a lady to even know about. You had quickly wormed your way into his home and heart without even trying. So to find that the person he had shared countless stories and secrets to kept something as simple as where who your family was pierced him deeply.

When you had followed after Helion you spared one last look at your family and you could still hear Rhysand yelling for you “Y/N! ….. Y/N DONT YOU DARE WALK AWAY! Y/N” his words rang through your ears. He tried to chase after you and Cassian had desperately got in his way repeating that this wasn’t the time nor the place. Could still feel the clawing at the walls within your mind, sure to give you a pounding headache later. Oh and poor Az when you had met his eyes before you walked out the door he seem so sad so hurt. You were sure there were a million self deprecating thoughts and self blame going through his mind. But you shook it off and push your way through those enormous gold doors and chased after Helion. Now you stood in Helions private lounge room outside of his bedroom. It was a place you two had spent many nights laughing and crying and now he’s pacing around angry at you an emotion you weren’t familiar with coming from him he was almost always calm and charismatic.

“Helion I’m sorry please just let me explain”

“Explain what? What Y/N! You never thought it relevant to tell me you Weren’t just from the night court you ARE the princess of the night court!!”

“Heli-“ you tried but were cut of and you realized that if this conversation kept escalating you very well might go blind as helion kept becoming increasing brighter by the second.

“I mean Y/N! You’ve told me stories of your family and things that have happened in your childhood! Was that all a lie?!

“NO! Everything I’ve told you has been true I only left out names that’s it. My life was on the line and after everything was over I don’t know! I was worried that if I told you who I was exactly you’d make me leave.. and I wasn’t ready, I love my family but that place…them it’s all a reminder and Rhys he. He forced me to go with Amarantha had commanded it and I didn’t want to forced to go somewhere else Hel” you used the nickname you had coined one night while he had a particularly harsh nightmare and you couldn’t even find the doorknob to his room it was so bright. So once you had finally found it and opened the door you found him slumped against it and you held him that night and reminded him that Amarantha was gone couldn’t terrorize his people or him anymore.

You could see Helion relax a little from your confession and the nickname and he just pulled you into a hug and his blinding glow slowly dimmed.

“If you still aren’t ready I’ll throw them out send them back and you won’t have to even breath in their direction.”

You laughed and knew that he would do just that if you asked but you were ready to see them maybe not ready to hear Rhys bitch at you but ready to talk to them again.

“I’m ok Hel it’s about time I face them I just needed you to know that I didn’t mean to deceive you. You’re my High Lord, my friend.”

Helion felt a tug of hurt pull at his heart at the term you had used to describe him but he pushed that feeling far down and within himself. A feeling he wouldn’t let see the light of day and only question on nights he watched you dance with some men of his court and had far to much faerie wine.

With that you gave Helion a light kiss on the cheek and exited on your way to your bedroom. A gesture that wasn’t rare between the two of you it was something you did to bring comfort and let him know he wasn’t just a high lord he was a friend and cared for deeply with his court. Once in your bedroom you took a second to breath and look around. You had opted for a less extravagant bedroom within the palace and had to listen to helions objections about it all the time. But you reassured him that what he considered not extravagant was by definition extravagant and it was true. Looking around your room it was large with its own walk in closet that Helion insisted on filling, a bathroom with a tub you were sure three people could fit in. The walls were white with gold crown molding adorning them. A gorgeous large canopy bed. But your favorite part and the reason you choose this room in particular was the gorgeous balcony that looked over the sea and pointed toward home. While you were taking a second and had opened the curtains there was a harsh knock at the door. You took a breath and readied yourself for whoever stood behind the door.

When you opened the door you were met with the face of your dear brother and before you could invite him it he had already pushed you aside and entered the room.

“Well please come in” you said sassily

“Y/N” Rhys struggled to get out.

Tags: @powerfulpantera

[azriels-angels]

Since you did eris, could you do the height and ‘wingspan’ for Lucien? (Maybe helion too if you’re up for it?) I’m obsessed with the batboys post and can’t stop thinking about Azriels knot lol

𓆩♡𓆪M a s t e r l i s t 𓆩♡𓆪

hello, angel! azriel's knot is literally the best thing to ever exist. i already did lulu's so this one is going to be on helion's height n cock size. enjoy!

Based on the context of the ACOTAR series, being around 6ft tall is seen as average in Fae culture. Nesta mentions in ACOSF how tall Gwyn is while also stating that Cassian towers over everyone, and she can't see over his shoulders. This goes to show how tall the Fae are compared to humans, which makes sense since the Fae do already have inhumanly beauty, heightened senses and speed, as well as varying powers. Because of this, I think that the average height for Fae females is 5'7 to 5'10 while the males are around 6'3 though no taller than 6'4.

Helion is 6'4ft tall which is pretty tall, even for the Fae. Helion does give off God-like energy, so it makes sense that he's taller than most Fae.

Helion's cock is 9 1/2 inches long. It's the reason why he's so openly sexual and lewd—the male knows he can get it. The thickness of his cock is also as even as the length.

Helion takes much pride in his cock, understandably so, which is why he goes above and beyond in taking care of it. Part of his nightly routine is to moisturize his body and cock with expensive oils and lotions. This makes his cock very smooth, shiny, and soft. That melanin is poppin.

Helion also does not take any tonics. He's too prideful for that shit. So, when he sleeps with a female, Helion has to make sure that she's taking a contraceptive of some sort; especially since he isn't one to pull out. Because of this, Helion doesn't sleep with random males and females, only ones he knows.

Overall: Thickness is even with the length, 9 1/2 inches long, very smooth, shiny, & moisturized, always takes it raw, doesn't take contraceptives.

[imxnotxhere]

Acotar Men Fic Recs

** Updated 09/02/2024 **

I already made a list for azriel which was actually meant as a list for all the characters I read for but I read a lot more of azriel fics because he's my baby and the list was getting too long. So here are the rest of the characters and I also added some more azzy drabbles sorry

Azriel (drabbles)

@gothicbabydollz

az spitting in your mouth - smut

@princess-tulip-writes

az pleasuring his mate with truthteller - smut, big fan of truthteller

@fieldofdaisiies

azriel... - fluff, smut

azriel's hands - fluff, smut

Rhysand

@azsazz

dioxazine part 2 - fluff, smut, modern au, art school au

the lord's work - smut

if you should die before you wake - smut, rhys x cass x azriel x reader

just hold on - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

double duty - smut, rhys x reader x cass

what's mine - smut, rhys x eris x reader

@tadpolesonalgae

mine - smut, check warnings!

knocked up - smut

vampire!rhysand drabble - smut

professor!rhys headcanons part 2 - smut

soothing - fluff, aftercare

@leafsandstarlight

easy like sunday morning - fluff, smut

@azrielbrainrot

my body keeps saying it's yours - smut

@writingsbychlo

home to us - fluff

rhys as a pleasure dom - smut - technically a drabble? blurb?

@azrielscrown

mirror mirror - smut

daylight - fluff

@acourtofwhatthefuck

shrinking violet - smut

@shadowdaddies

if i catch you i fuck you - smut

Cassian

@azsazz

mirror mirror - smut

take it - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@tadpolesonalgae

on the strategy board - smut

pools of sunlight - fluff

@leafsandstarlight

halley's comet - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut - az x cass x reader

Eris

@acourtofmenandthirst

runaway - angst, smut

fox hunting - smut

closed until further notice - fluff, smut, coffee shop au

smut blurb

smut blurb II

@leafsandstarlight

destiny's battleground - angst, smut

my lovely throne - smut

despite our differences - angst, smut, series

the prince of blood part 2 part 3 - vampire!eris

@tadpolesonalgae

servitude - smut

thumb prints - smut

@serpentandlily

sly fox, dumb bunny - series

@azsazz

the burning of the autumn leaves and the roaring of my yearning heart - angst, smut

soul on fire - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@azrielbrainrot

fire on fire - angst?

@gothicbabydollz

riding eris' face - smut, drabble

riding eris' thigh - smut, drabble

@honeybeefae

cauldron fated - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

making out with eris while giving him a handjob - smut, drabble

praise kink eris - smut, drabble

Lucien

@tadpolesonalgae

solecist night - smut

@acourtofwhatthefuck

yell at me again - smut

personal problem - smut

the moon on a string - fluff

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut

drabble - smut, az x lucien x reader (kind of)

@gothicbabydollz

dom lucien - smut, human!reader

Helion

@leafsandstarlight

a high lord's scholar - fluff

@tadpolesonalgae

new mechanisms - smut

sweet like peaches - smut

[marvelsmylife]

Can you feel my heart breaking? Part two

Pairing: Azriel x reader 

Plot: five months after Azriel discoveres you are his mate, the night court pays the day court a visit. What happens when Azriel discovers another male is making his intentions known that he wants to court you?

A/n I’m contemplating writing a part three (including smut) let me know if you guys are interested in it.

Part One

Acotar Masterlist

Send in Requests

It took everyone in the inner circle to physically stop Azriel from going after you when you left for the day court. After revealing that you already knew Azriel was your mate, Rhysand explained that you asked for some space. Azriel listened in horror as Rhysand detailed what you endured for the past year and a half. He couldn’t believe you bottled up all the pain you felt while you watched him love someone else.

Poor Elain started apologizing for being part of the reason you left and swore nothing ever happened between her and Azriel. Rhysand reassured her that you held no ill will towards her and you left to clear your head but that you would be back in a few months.

Rhysand begged Azriel to give you space while you process your emotions. “Rhys, please. I need to see her. I need to tell her that I know that I am her mate and that I want this mating bond.”

“No,” Rhysand said firmly: “You are also prohibited from traveling to the day court until she lets me know she’s ready”.

Azriel didn’t give up though, he sent out his spies into the day court and they gave him updates on your well-being. Every night they would report the same thing: you were fine, you were safe, and you were still staying with Helion despite your family living nearby. Over time, they would report that you were smiling more and having pleasant conversations with the people around the villages you would visit.

That brought a smile to the spymaster's face. He remembered how kind you were to everyone who crossed your path; even towards people who didn’t deserve your kindness.

One day though, one of Azriel’s spies informed him that there was a new general in the day court who had taken a liking towards you. They informed Azriel that this new general is actively seeking you out and gifting you small presents to win you over.

Panic started to take over Azriel’s body at the news. It never crossed his mind that someone else would try to court you while you were away. 

Azriel pleaded with Rhysand to visit the day court so he could see you. He told him what his spies had informed him and he was worried you might accept a courtship. Rhysand wanted to respect your wishes but he couldn’t bear to see his brother's desperate state anymore “ok, ok I’ll contact Helion and request if we can visit. But let me make one thing clear” Rhysand warned “You better hope whatever you have plan works out. I need y/n back home with us”.

Helion accepts Rhysand’s requests and extends an invitation to Rhysand and his inner circle to stay with him.

Azriel was on edge when they finally arrived at the day court and waited for you to come down and greet them. While they waited for you, Helion thanked Rhysand for sending you to him because in his words “you brought so much happiness to him and his people”.

Rhysand responded with “That’s why we love her so much. She’s like our own personal ball of sunshine. I don’t know what we would do without her.”

“You would survive” you teased and caught everyone’s attention “but it’s nice to know I make that much of an impact on you guys”.

Time seemed to stop for Azriel as he watched you make your way downstairs. That was until the unnamed general appeared by your side and whispered something in your ear. 

Jealousy surged through Azriel as he watched you playfully roll your eyes and giggle at whatever the general had said. “Control your anger,” Rhysand warned: “Do not jeopardize our alliance with the day court over his comments. Y/n has no interests in the general”.

Right at that moment you looked over at Azriel and sent him a concerning look. You were about to ask if something was wrong when Helion announced that it was time for dinner and guided everyone into the dining area.

Throughout dinner, Azriel couldn’t help but glance over at you. A smile appeared on his face as he took in your beauty. He couldn’t believe he completely overlooked you and was pining after the wrong female. He wanted to desperately tell you in front of everyone, especially in front of the general that had also been eye fucking you throughout dinner that he knew you were his mate.

He didn’t though. He knew it would be foolish to announce it in front of everyone and probably cause you to be embarrassed. He needed to do it when you were alone. 

Fortunately for him, that opportunity came sooner than he thought. “I’ll be right back, I need to use the washroom” you excused yourself and left the table. Azriel took the opportunity and excused himself as well before trailing after you.

Azriel patiently waited outside for you. His shadows went wild with excitement when you finally exited and quickly darted towards you. “Oh hello,” you squealed at the shadows running up and down your body.

“They missed you” Azriel explained and got your attention.

“Azriel” you whispered “what are you doing here? Why aren’t you eating with everyone else?”

“I needed to talk to you in private” Azriel replied and started making you feel nervous about what he might want to talk about. “Why didn’t you tell me you were my mate?” Azriel asked with desperation in his hazel eyes.

The question took you by surprise but you decided to answer it honestly: “Because you were in love with Elain,” you replied: “You were so in love that you questioned the cauldron's decision to make Lucien Elain's mate.” Azriel felt his heart stop at your explanation. He didn’t know that anyone heard his argument with Rhysand months ago about him thinking the cauldron made a mistake. “I thought if you found out I was your mate you would think the cauldron definitely made a mistake and that I was intended to be with Lucien and you with Elain. I just want you to be happy and if that means being with Elain then you have my blessing. But if you do proceed with courting her, I will be permanently moving to the day court.” You tried your hardest not to cry before continuing: “I can’t bear to be under the same roof when it happens”.

Sadness rippled through the bond and Azriel hated the fact that he was the reason behind it. “I don’t want Elain; I want you” Azriel pleaded. “I can’t live another second without you by my side.”

“It’s just the mating bond” you replied “It’ll fade away over time.”

“No it won’t” Azriel got closer and cupped your face “Do you need me to get on my knees for you? I’ll drop this instant if it means you forgive my actions. Listen, you don’t have to accept the mating bond right now if you don’t want to, but please allow me to show you how much I love you.”

Every part of you wanted to say no, you just got in a good place mentally and you didn’t want to have it destroyed again. Another part of you felt the desperation through the bond and wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around Azriel. Letting out a shaky breath, you whispered: “Please don’t break my heart.”

Azriel took that as an invitation to lean in and kiss you. You felt yourself become one with Azriel as he deepened the kiss and started moving his hands up and down your body: “I’ll guard it with my life” Azriel replied; his lips hovering over your own “Thank you for trusting me with it”.

Just as Azriel was about to slip his hands under your dress, a loud cough caused you to pull away. Azriel looked over his shoulder and spotted the general glaring at the two of you: “My high lord is wondering if you will be joining us for dessert or are you two going to fuck instead.”

“Tell Helion that we will not be joining you guys,” you replied before looking up at Azriel: “Tell him that my mate and I are going to be in my room for the rest of the night.”

Azriel gave the general a wicked grin at your response before being pulled upstairs to your room. 

@willowpains

[honeybeefae]

A New Name (Helion x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY FIVE: Daddy Kink

Summary// It slipped out one night after one too many drinks. You didn’t even remember saying it. But Helion knew, he knew and he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it. And a month later while you are begging for him to give you release, he whispers into your ear and lets you know just how much he enjoys it as well.

(I know I kept everyone updated on the hospital situation, but I just wanna apologize again for this fic being late, as well as today’s and possibly tomorrow's. I am doing my best to catch up because I want you guys to enjoy them and don’t wanna let y’all down! Helion is a new character for me, but honestly, he came to me so easily. He is Just a suave, sexy guy who is a king in bed. There’s a reason he’s bagged so many people ;) Enjoy!)

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, daddy kink, begging, soft!dom Helion, dirty talk, choking, drunk sex (flashback)

Helion had kept you on the edge of bliss for the last thirty minutes, using his mouth and fingers to torture you to your breaking point. You had lost track of what time it was, the sun high in the sky, as he had kept you in bed since breakfast. He had things that he should be doing but for some reason, he decided that you were more important at the moment, despite having just had his fill the night before.

“My lord, please!” You gasp as he curls his fingers once more, your walls squeezing him tightly. “I don’t think I can do this much longer…”

Your voice was strained and tired but you wanted to do this for him. He was always giving your pleasure, making sure you were taken care of before he took what he wanted, so to see this new, dominant side of him was something that made forbidden fantasies flood your brain.

It also had a name you had been dying to use on the tip of your tongue, but you kept it locked inside.

“My lord?” Helion teased, his arm braced by your head as he watched your face change with every thrust of his fingers. “So polite…such a good girl, hm? You can hold out a little bit longer.”

You weren’t as convinced as your mate was, a teasing smirk on his lips as he brought you to the edge one more time before pulling away. Your mind was ready to turn to mush and as your frustration grew so did the tears in your eyes, one of them falling slowly down your cheek. 

He was quick to wipe it away, holding your face gently as he cooed over you. “Oh my poor girl, do you want to cum?” His voice was soft but his eyes were full of laughter like he had a secret that you couldn’t figure out. “I think you know what to say.”

“Please, my lord, my mate. Please let me cum.” You responded immediately, wiggling your hips to try and get his fingers back inside. Helion licked his lips and shook his head at your answer, still rubbing your cheek lovingly as he watched your eyebrows cease in confusion.

“As much as I love your begging…that’s not the name I’m looking for, my sweet.” He explained, those long, thick fingers going back to rub slow circles on your swollen clit. “Do you not remember?”

Wracking your brain you tried to think of what he was talking about, not recalling any mention of a specific name he requested recently. He was usually content with his name, or “my lord”, so you were empty-handed. Helion chuckled, pressing harder against your nub, and bent down to your ear.

“Come on, Y/N, be a good girl for daddy and think really hard.” As soon as he finished his sentence, you let out a loud moan, the drunken memory now sliding into place like a puzzle piece.

TWO WEEKS AGO

It was well after midnight and the two of you were drunk in your giant bathtub, bubbles surrounding you and splashing around as you threw your head back in laughter at your mate.

“You are so drunk.” Helion chuckled, downing the rest of his champagne glass while staring you down with those beautiful, golden eyes. “I thought you could handle your liquor?”

You grinned and finished off your drink as well, moving so that your body was now pressed against his and you were nose to nose. Both of your hands were on his muscular thighs as leverage as you leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I can…but maybe I just felt like overindulging for the night.”

A soft purr vibrated his chest as he grasped your chin with two fingers and tilted your face up to his, kissing you slowly while enjoying the taste of your fruity cocktail still lingering in your mouth. You sighed as your tongue danced with his, one of your hands moving from his leg to his quickly hardening cock. 

Helion grinned at your teasing strokes, pulling away and laying his head back against the marble tub. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, feeling like the entire world was in slow motion as you rode the high of your previous drinks and his scent. 

When you twisted your wrists at the top, he groaned loudly, eyes closing in bliss as you went from kissing his throat to simple nuzzles. It was domestic and sweet, something that he didn’t know he craved until he met you, and when you swung your leg over his free thigh to start rubbing against him in the water, he knew he would never want anything else but this. 

“That’s so good, baby. So good to me.” Helion praised, his hands gripping the sides as you tighten your hold. 

“Anything for you, daddy.” You sighed happily. In the heat of the moment, with you chasing your own release and Helion’s, you didn’t even realize what you had said. 

But he had heard you. Loud and clear.

His head shot up like you had struck him, looking down at you in shock while you just continued what you were doing. He realized quickly that you were deep in pleasure and hadn’t even processed what just came out of your mouth. 

A part of him wanted to call attention to it, to press you and see if this was something you truly were into or if it was just a drunk slip-up. However he didn’t want you to be embarrassed so he decided to approach it differently, treading carefully as he ran a hand down your spine and pulled you closer to his body.

“You’re making daddy feel so good.” He cooed, watching your breath catch in your throat. You moaned a second later at his words, your hips speeding up as well as your hand. 

He had never used the name before in bed, not having a lover that had a particular taste for it, but to hear you say it so desperately…it stirred something deep inside of him. It was a name he definitely wanted to use more of.

After a few more whispers of the new pet name, you fell apart in his lap. Your cunt clenched around nothing, aching for him, as Helion followed in your lead and spilled into your hand and the lukewarm water. It made your vision fuzzy and your toes curl, barely able to raise your head as your mate let the water drain and carried the both of you into the bedroom.

As he dried you off and tucked you into the soft sheets, you felt him press a kiss to your temple and whisper, “Daddy’s got you, my sweet.” Before you fell into a deep sleep. 

“So you do remember.” Helion grinned, wrapping a hand around your throat and pressing down as your eyes stared at him in awe. “Say it.”

There was a fire in his eyes that had replaced the joyful flecks of gold, his dark skin glowing brightly in the light of your bedroom. He looked ethereal and deadly, an intoxicating mixture that didn’t give you time to be embarrassed by what he was asking of you. He wanted this as much, if not more than you did. 

And you would give your daddy anything he wanted.

“Daddy, please make me cum.” You whimpered, your own hands gripping his wrist and forearm tightly. “Please daddy. I’ll be your good girl. Just let me cum.”

You saw the switch flick in his demeanor. He went from your playful, loving mate to a dominant, teasing god in seconds and your body scrambled to keep up when he thrusts the fingers that had been on your clit into your waiting sex without warning. 

They were thick inside of you, scissoring and stroking your velvet walls before he started to fuck you roughly with them. It was like going from zero to a hundred, pitiful whines coming out of your mouth as he kissed you harshly, biting down on your lip hard enough for it to swell at the pressure.

“There’s my princess’s manners.” He said, moving his hand from your throat so that he could grab your hair instead to force you to look at him. 

“Cum around my fingers. Now.” He ordered, finding the spot inside of you and hitting it with every shove of his hand. Having been kept on the edge for so long, your body had no will to fight, not that you even wanted to. You immediately clamped down on his fingers, squeezing them in a death grip as you came over and over again.

Your eyes glazed over from the pleasure he was giving you, mouth open in a small o as he continued to move inside of you to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible. Helion’s cock was achingly hard and throbbing, stabbing against your thigh and smearing his precum all over. 

“Yes, yes yes!” You chanted, your fingers grasping at his shoulders now as you started to come down from your high. He kissed you again as he finally withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to your mouth and smiling when you immediately took them in and licked away all your juices.

“Fuck, I need you Y/N.” Helion cursed, pressing your foreheads together as he grasped his cock and lined it up with your still tender pussy. “Do you think you can take daddy? Hm?”

Despite still reeling from his previous touches you nodded enthusiastically, staring at him with wide, innocent eyes as you begged for him. “I can take it, please, please! I want you so bad…” Your voice sounded like it belonged to someone else, never knowing you could plead for someone like this. 

Both of you were finding yourselves in roles that were new but you both took it in stride, letting it take over naturally. He grunted as he shoved his entire length inside, not waiting for you to get comfortable while grabbing onto the headboard above you. 

His muscles were taunt and you wanted to lick and bite every inch, your eyes rolling back as he hit deep within you with every thrust. “Fuck, daddy, right there…” 

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Helion growled, his hips going forward sharply to enhance his words. You were powerless against his need for you, holding onto his back for dear life as he fucked you like an animal. He hissed when your nails dragged down his back, feeling the welts rising from them. “You’re taking me so well, my sweet.”

You gagged slightly when he used one of his free hands to cup your face and pry your mouth open, sticking his thumb into your mouth. “Do you like when I talk to you like this? When daddy fucks his pretty girl's cunt?” He taunted, smirking as your body and mind melted from his words. 

“Mmmm!” You mumbled around his thumb, eyelashes fluttering as his words made the fire in your belly grow into an inferno. He felt you twitch around his dick and moaned, closing his eyes to lose himself in the heat of your sex and the sounds you were making.

Your orgasm started to prick at your spine and though you knew you should tell him, you couldn’t control yourself as you screamed out his name and let his thumb fall out of your mouth. It felt like you were falling into oblivion, your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as you soaked the sheets beneath you. 

Helion swore and shoved himself as deep as he could go inside you, the headboard creaking underneath his fingers as he emptied his cum into your hole. It was hot inside you and, despite having just came, you immediately shoved a hand down to your cunt and rubbed your clit until another orgasm washed over your body. 

“Daddy-” You choked out, rutting your hips to try and get him closer. He buried his face into your neck, biting down on your collarbone while waiting for you to calm down. It was so tempting to continue to fuck you, especially since he was still hard, but you both needed a break.

After a minute he rolled over, letting his cum leak out as he caught his breath with you by his side. It was the best sex you had had to date, your body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. You turned to look at him, smiling at the sheen of sweat that coated his body.

“Are you okay?” You asked, voice hoarse. Helion beamed at the ceiling, grasping your hand and squeezing it. It was a small action but it warmed your heart.

“More than okay.” He replied honestly, turning and resting his hand on his elbow. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You nodded shyly, resting against the pillow as the sun's rays cast across his naked body like a halo. It took your breath away and you wished you could paint him at this moment, to capture his beauty. 

“I did…thank you, my love.” You hummed before turning over to get up, gasping when a strong arm pulled you back onto the bed. Helion loomed over you with a devious grin, pinning your arms by your side.

“My love? Have you forgotten already, Y/N?” He scolded, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “I’ll just have to add that to your punishment.”

“Punishment?” You squeaked, swallowing the lump in your throat as his eyes raked over your body hungrily.

“Don’t think I forgot that you didn’t ask permission to cum, princess. That’s not what good girls do.” Helion frowned, moving one hand down to cup your soaking, tender sex. “So I need to remind you how to be a good girl for daddy. Understand?”

You blushed and nodded, raising your head just enough to kiss him quickly. “Yes, daddy.”

[maddithefangirl]

masterlist!

*= Smut

ACOTAR BINGO

Azriel x Reader (ACOTAR):

Midnight Wedding Series

Wait for Me (part 2)

Widowed

A Chance With A Stranger *

Big Boys (Cassian x Reader x Azriel) *

Until Sunrise

Things Unsaid (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Rest

The Greenhouse

Video Games

Tears

All Those Years Ago*

Late Night

Exhausting

Old Friend

Forgotten Birthday

In the Cove Part 2

Daydream

...

Cassian x Reader (ACOTAR):

Big Boys (Cassian x Reader x Azriel) *

Your Last Wish

Moving

Nipple Piercings*

...

Lucien x Reader (ACOTAR):

Smile

Needing a Date For a Wedding

...

Feysand x Reader (ACOTAR):

A Third (Series)✨ 2✨3✨4

...

Helion x Reader (ACOTAR):

Cockwarming*

[ann-writes-universes]

Momento Mori (AzrielxReader)

A/N: Weather has me down, Here’s some Az angst :,)

Warnings: Angst.

W/C: 1.8k

He had been so distant since the end of the war. Different since life had slowed down a bit and there wasn't the ever present feeling of impending doom. At first, you had given him space - he had asked for it after all - chalked it up to shell shock, a deep rooted fear that it wasn't really over. Being alone had been hard, waiting for your mate to finally crawl into your ever cold bed and just hold you like he had for the past ten years. 

You waited on that night where he would come to you for comfort, and not Elain or Gwyn or a glass of whiskey that never really seemed to empty. The night where he would crawl into your shared bed and find solace in your arms, in your presence, even if just for a moment. 

That night didnt come, and after six months you began to feel as though it would never come. 

“Does- does Rhys talk to you about things?” You had asked Feyre one day in the kitchen. You were drying the dishes as she washed them. A task that magic could have easily finished but one the two of you had found some semblance of normalcy in since the war. She had stopped scrubbing the plate she held and turned her gaze to you with a cocked brow. 

“Well yes we talk about things (Y/N), but what do you mean?”

“I mean awful, terrible things.” 

“Has- has Azriel said something to you?” She questioned, turning the water up to ward off any unwanted listeners lurking about the house. You frantically shook your head ‘no’ and kept drying the same bowl you had been for the past five minutes. 

“Not in that way I just…he won’t tell me what's going on in his head. He hasn't since.”

“Since Hybern?”

“Yeah. Yeah, since Hybern.” You muttered, finally setting the bowl down. Feyre sighed and dried her own hands before grasping your forearms. Turning your body to face her she searched your features with a soft smile.

“The war was tough on us all. He watched you nearly die, I am sure it's not on purpose.” 

“Feyre. He shut off the bond. I can't feel him.” You whispered, beginning to feel misty eyed and soft. She frowned and pulled you into her body, letting your tears soak her shoulder and hair. You were mumbling nonsense into her shoulder, anger, hurt, and confusion echoed from the senseless words and she just nodded in understanding. 

“Whats going on?” His voice cut like a knife through the kitchen, slicing through the sound of your sobs and the water that was still running. Feyre stilled as she made eye contact with him, not allowing your head to leave her shoulder. You hadn't even felt that familiar tug on the bond that signified he had even come home. That fact alone had your gut wrenching and your heart dropping further into your chest. 

“Nothing.” You mumbled, gently pushing Feyre away so you could turn to face the stone cold face of your mate. He took in the tear stained cheeks, the red rim of your eyes, and he cocked his head. There was nothing there, no warmth, no concern, just an empty plane. 

Granted, Azriel was a hard male to read. But never for you. No- never once had he been hard to read for you. 

Glancing between the two of you Feyre waited until you nodded to make her quiet exit, turning the sink off as she left. Azriel leaned against the wall, watching you as you put dishes away, your back turned away from him. 

“Nice to see you home.” You muttered, closing a cabernet. He huffed and shifted in his place, running a hand through his hair. 

“What is that supposed to even mean?” You turned to face him, leaning backwards on your arms against the counter. “Exactly what I said. Nothing else.” 

His mouth formed a hard line and he nodded curtly. Turning towards the door he made to leave.

“Thats all I get?” You urged, possibly louder than you had intended. He froze in the doorway, a hand resting on its frame. His shoulders squared and he turned his head to look at you. “Seven words is all I get? I havent seen you in weeks Azriel.” You whispered, searching his eyes for any semblance of a reaction to your words.

And yet there was nothing. 

No hurt, no pain, no remorse- nothing. 

“I have been busy (y/n).” 

“No shit.” You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest. He turned to face you fully then, his brows set in a crease so deep you were sure it was giving him a headache. 

“What do you want from me? I still have to work. I still have to go out and do my job. Not all of us get to stay home all day and play housewife with the High Lady.” He spit, and his words were laced with so much venom that you flinched. You couldn't even form a rebuttal; you were so astounded by his tone. 

You two had had spats over the years but never had he raised his voice at you, never had he tried to hurt you with his words. What did you want from him? 

What did you want from him?

Him.

You wanted him back. 

“I want to know why it feels like I am sitting by your grave BEGGING for the gods to give you back - and yet… And yet here you are in front of me Azriel.” Your voice was a harsh whisper, those damned tears itching to spill again. It shook and wavered, not at all as strong as you intended for it to be.

“I dont know.” Was all he offered in reply. His arms were crossed and his shoulders were squared, wings pulled in tight. 

“You dont know?”

“No. I dont.”

You nodded, a sharp frown overtaking your features. You pushed off of the counter, and moved towards the door. Your approach had him skidding backwards, a reaction that made you visibly take a step back. 

Sucking in a breath you glanced at him wide eyed. Azriel looked away, a muscle in his jaw ticking. 

“Well when you figure it out, feel free to find me I guess.” 

And with a final glance at the love of your life you pushed past him and left the kitchen.  

⥈

He had never wanted to hurt you. Had never wanted to see you that visibly upset with him. The utter defeat in the words you spoke as you left him there carved out a hole in his demeanor. Knocked him right off the rung he had been perched on so precariously for the past six months. 

The shadowsinger had been walking a fine line of losing his mind and keeping it together and that little discussion had pushed him utterly over the edge. 

He had tried stroking the bond hours after you left, only to find a cold and empty plane on the other side. A feeling he now knew you had been getting used to for the last half of the year.  

Perched on the roof of the house of wind he watched as the sun sank below the mountain range and the stars you so dearly loved began to paint the sky. 

For the first time in twenty years of knowing you he wondered what you were doing. 

Wondered because he was not privy to the information for the first time in two decades. This knowledge left him feeling cold somehow, emptier than he had ever been. 

It was a Sunday and usually on Sunday nights you were curled up in front of the hearth with a book in hand, smiling gently at him as he urged you to pay attention to him for ‘just two seconds please’. You would always let him have his way, would set the book down and play with his hair or read whatever tale it was aloud to him. 

Sundays had always been his favorites. 

And yet he hadn't spent a sunday at home with you in damn near 183 days. The war with Hybern had left him torn between two lives. The utterly broken and destroyed part of him that existed long before you had, when he was just a kid fighting a battle they were never really supposed to win. And the other half of him was a man who had fought tirelessly to protect the people he loved. This war had left him changed, cold. His nights were fitful and restless, often ending in nightmares and dreams so foul that he would watch the sun rise and set a few times before he thought of sleeping again. 

He hadn't wanted you to see that. 

Azriel had wanted to be strong for you when the war ended. Had wanted to be able to be your pillar of comfort and solace on the nights when you couldn't sleep, and yet he couldn't even console himself. 

He had failed you by doing what he thought was best for you. Had shut you out in an attempt to keep you blind to the horrors he had been facing, when all you wanted was for him to let you in. 

He tugged on the bond again.

No reply. Not even a whisper of a reply. 

The shadow singer laid down on the hard clay and stared at the sky. Wondering what you were doing on a Sunday night, utterly alone as he had made you. 

⥈

Pacing. 

Back and forth, back and forth. 

Pacing.

Thats what you were doing on a Sunday night, utterly alone as he had made you. 

You had felt the bond grow taut, not once, but twice and had not deigned a reply. You were angry, confused at best. Groveling had never been a habit of yours, and the spymaster knew as much. 

This was his mess to fix, his wrong to right because you had tried. You had been trying for months. Tried to seduce, to speak, to hold, to console. And nothing had been returned. Not a hint of emotion nor reaction other than an impassive gaze here or there. 

Glancing at the clock you sighed, two AM. The river house had gone to sleep several hours before, and not a peep was heard throughout her halls. One glance and the warm blaze of the fireplace was extinguished and you were padding upstairs to your room. 

You crawled into the familiar chill of your sheets and rolled to face the open window. Distantly the lights in the house of wind glowed with ever bright liveliness. You watched them until your eyes grew too heavy to stay open. 

And you waited.

Waited for the bed to dip and him to wrap his arms around you and beg you to listen to him for just two seconds.

But the dip never came, and no arms circled around you as you drifted into sleep. 

There was nothing but the twinkling of lights and the gentle sounds of the sidra humming you a lullaby. The only comfort you had known in 133 days. 

Nothing but twinkling lights and a gentle hum.

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[rurup04]

OPEN REQUESTS (fics)

🌟✨✍️ Exciting News Alert! Calling all ACOTAR fans! ✍️✨🌟

Hey there, lovely bookworms! 📚✨ It's time to dive into the magical world of ACOTAR with yours truly, Rurulandd! 🌹✨

First off, let me introduce myself properly! I'm Rurulandd, your resident dreamweaver, weaving tales and fantasies with the stroke of my keyboard. 🖋️✨ With a heart full of passion for literature and creativity, I'm here to embark on an exciting journey with you all.

I'm extending an open invitation to all of you wonderful readers out there. Whether you're a die-hard ACOTAR aficionado or just dipping your toes into this magical world, I welcome your requests for fanfics featuring you alongside your favorite characters. 🌟✨

Just drop me your request, detailing your desired scenario and which characters you'd like to star alongside.

[I already have in my draft two unfinished fanfics with OC x Azriel, I might publish some chapters and if you like them I can continue writing them!]

✨RULES✨

What do I accept?

-Everything: Angst, Fluffy and Smut (I have never written Smut, but I'm open to everything).

-The caracheters can be either an OC or the reader itself (either gn!reader or f!reader).

-Any fic with: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel (my man), Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Morrigan, Amren, Lucien, Eris, Kallias, Helion, Thesan, Tarquin, Jurian (you can ask me any other carachters, the ones I listed are the names that I remember).

What do I not accept?

-Anything that is too goory, you know what I mean (no carving on others bodies for sexual pleasure and extreme kinks).

-Pairing among ACOTAR carchters (like NestaxCassian or AzrielxEris) [I might accept in future, when I'll be more confident in my writing!]

-Incest

[Maybe in the future I will add something else, but for now that's it. Also, English isn't my first language, so please excuse me if I do any mistakes].

[davinaclaire16]

Wings of Dusk Pt. 9

Azriel x Reader, Helion x Reader

Warnings: self hate-

Azriels POV

Azriel flew and flew it felt like hours. He couldn’t believe he had actually done it this time. He had imagined kissing you and touching you since he was old enough to have such desires. But never had he actually acted on those thoughts. He’d never kissed you not even when he would see you laugh and watch your lips and could only think about his lips on yours. Had never torn your clothes off when the mere thought of you made him go wild. He had resorted to brothels before just to stop the desire to take you where you stood. Went to brothels and imagined the female on his cock was you. But it was never enough for the desire to disappear.

It took a bit of time for Azriel to realize that the feelings he had for you weren’t just physical. Physical was just what he tried to convince himself it was so that he wouldn’t break his own heart. But he realized it was much more than that one day when you two were younger. It was The day he had found out that Cassain had ask you on a date…..and he had lost it, almost beat his brother black and blue in the training ring that day.

“Az! Brother. Today…..today is a good day.” Cassain had proclaimed when he saw his brother walk into the house of wind.

“Uhh ok.”

“Oh come on don’t ruin my good times ask me why.” Cassain was more chipper than usual and it made Azriel uncomfortable but also reminded him why he loved his brother.

“Fine! Whyyyyy is today going to be a good day.” Cassain happiness always had a way of seeping into Azriel.

“I asked Y/N on a date! Can you believe it, she said yes, so later we are going to be going to a cute little coffee shop.”

Within seconds the joy that Cas had placed in Azriel disappeared. But it wasn’t then that Az realized his feelings for you were more than physical. The pain in his chest wasn’t enough of an indicator for him. It was when he saw Cassain and you outside of that little shop. Saw how he made you laugh and throw your head back. You looked gorgeous. You had worn a little black dress, done your hair and makeup and there you were laughing. But it was when he saw Cassains lips hit yours that he knew he was fucked. Knew he couldn’t help beating Cas in that ring.

And now here he was flying around stunned that he had just done what he had just done. And he had just left you in that cabin. When he had finally landed by the sidra the sun was starting to go down. All Azriel could do was remember the feeling of being entangled with you. The taste of you. You tasted like honey and brown sugar. He could only smile and scream. He just had in his hands the thing he’s desired for centuries……yet he left you. Why? Why did he leave you. The question rang through his head. He wasn’t sure he just saw his scarred hands on you and knew he couldn’t help but feel like he was ruining you. Couldn’t help but feel like he had tainted the perfection that was you….so he ran before he really did something he couldn’t undo. Plus you are Rhysands sister. You were already off limits. It was almost 2am when Azriel made it back to the house of wind and even when he made it to his room he just laid in bed staring at the ceiling and thinking. He couldn’t stop the thoughts that spun through his head. What you were doing right now? Did you want to kiss him? To do more, or had he imagined it. Were you disgusted by the thought of what transpired?

Mother! he wished he had never fallen in love with you. Wished he never realized it anyway. Morning had passed and he had still spent all day avoiding you at every turn. That of course was new it was like even his shadows were confused that for the first time they were supposed to be warning him of your arrival and not actively seeking you out. All day he ran away but it was the look on your face that broke him when you were walking down the same hallway towards one another and instead of going up to talk to you he just turned around and practically ran away. That’s what made him decide to go to Rhysand.

“Rhysand I need to talk to you about something” Azriel knocked on Rhysands office later that night.

“Az of course, what’s going on?”

“It’s about Y/N.” Azriel stilled and studied Rhysand. Azriel had fought in wars seen horrors and yet he was scared, because he has had this conversation with his brother many times before and he hoped it wouldn’t end the same way.

Rhysand sighed, dropped his pen and laid back in his chair.

“Az….no. Come on we’ve done this exact conversation this exact dance at least once every century.”

Rhysand was right Ariel couldn't remember how many times they'd done this. They had the first conversation after you'd come back from the priestesses because of Cas. Thats when Azriel found out that it was Rhys who let it slip to your father that you were on a date with Cas. Then Once after the war. Then again one night when you told him he was your Achilles heel. And plenty more after that and it always ended the same way…..Rhysand vehemently refusing. He really didn't know why he didn't just give up.

“But Rhys this…she came back from the fucking dead. It’s not just some fling Rhys I have felt this way since I met her. She’s back like a gift from the mother herself.”

“She’s my Sister Azriel…NO. We have done this to many times. My answer will not change, not this century or the next.”

“Why Rhysand. Why? It not just a silly infatuation..I-I’m in love with her. We thought she died and not once did I stop loving her Rhys not a second. It’s more than that-

“Is she your mate?” Azriel stiffened…visibly stiffened He knew that this would be a card that he played he just thought-had hope that this time maybe it would be different since he himself had understood love. This time he had Feyre.

“No. No but-.” Azriel started to plead.

“No exactly then it’s not more than that Azriel. What happens if you ask her and she says no? Or she says yes and you go out and it’s awful. Or you live a long life together and then you end things. Or you’re together and one of you does find your mate. Then what Azriel? It’s messy and could ruin everything we have here. A family, we got her back. The Mother did provide a gift. But it wasn’t your gift Azriel… it was mine. I got my Sister back. You got a friend back. The two of you are best friends why ruin all of that.”Azriel had never thought about it he just assumed if he did ask and got lucky enough that you’d say yes then that would be it and it might as well be happily ever after. Rhysand had always brought up the ifs but for some reason this time the risk seemed worth it.

“Then we handle the obstacles as they come. I just know that if She says yes… there’s nothing we couldn’t tackle. Just at least give us..me a shot.” Azriel didn’t try to stop his emotions form showing. Didn’t hide the Hope behind his eyes or the twitch in his wings.

“No Az.” Rhysand only stood out of his chair as a way to signal he was done with this conversation. But Azriel didn’t budge.

“Why? The real reason! Not the BULLSHIT you’ve been telling me forever now! Because WHY ? why did You tell me to set my sights on Mor then? It holds the same issues, Same risks. So why.?” Rhysand had broken Azriels last amount of restraint and he couldn’t help the raw anger that shot through him.

“Because she’s my sister and she’s the only one I have left.” Rhysand was hanging onto his last bit of patience. Something the shadowsinger didn’t miss but he also didn’t miss how carefully Rhys picked his words.

“BULLSHIT. WHY” Azriel wouldn’t give till he got a real fucking answer this time.

“BECAUSE….because.” Rhys took a second to breath and calm himself before he began speaking sternly and starring into Azriels rage filled eyes. “Because Az my sister has lived enough of her life in the shadows.”

Azriel didn’t move. Didn’t speak. The words just hit him and he was expecting maybe he just wasn’t good enough for you and he’d have to agree but he’d try to be enough. But this he didn’t know what to do with that.

“Azriel she has been through so much. She has had to fight for every ounce of power and respect she’s ever gotten. Been beat,raped, and had her wings torn from her back. She couldn’t become leader of this court because shes a female and everyone including my father knew it should of been her. I have done what I can do to make it easier for her. Made High Lady a position in honor of her. I can beat down Devlin, make clipping illegal but I can’t force them to change there outlook. She deserve easy for once….. Brother I love you but do you realize how much harder it will be for her to become what she wants to be if she falls in love with the half born Illyrian who wields the shadows? She has it hard enough defending her worth and demanding respect from pompous Dicks like Beron and Devlin without also having to defend who she loves……….My sister is strong and a force to be reckoned with. But this time, this time she deserves to be a force in the light of day, not in the shadows.”

Azriel couldn’t do anything. Didn’t know what to say other then what he did next.

“I um can you send me anywhere until the meeting. Till she goes back.”

“Of course” was all Rhysand offered. Before Az faded into the shadows.

After that conversation with Rhys Azriel spent everyday of his mission trying to forget. Trying to convince himself he didn’t feel anything for you. Trying to keep himself from falling into a pit of self loathing. And trying to keep himself over obsessing over what your brother had said. But all Az could think about was how Rhys was right. You had lived in everyone’s shadow. When you fought and won it was assumed a male let you win. When you were let into the camp it wasn’t because you were skilled it was because of your “daddy”. Every win was chalked up to somebody else. When you touched that stone Devlon went around telling everyone look at how great he was “he could even train a female to be great”. Then in the war when you had led your own troop to victory and there was not one casualty in your troop it was because the males in your troop were already skilled and protected you. But Azriel had never seen any of it beat you down not until your father had passed. After your father passed Rhys became High Lord and had no idea what he was doing. But you…. You essentially ran the court and taught Rhys how to. You came up with the idea for the inner circle. Placed new laws and set up trade with foreign courts. Even insured Velaris’s protection. Taught Rhysand how to rule and be good. You Taught him that they didn’t have to be exclusive. When Rhys finally did get the hang of it. You got credit for exactly zero percent of what you did, Rhysand got credit for all of it. Azriel only watched as you became nothing other than the High Lords Older sister. Hell even with your Father as High Lord you were more than just his Daughter. But You never complained however Azriel saw how you were different after Rhysand got the hang of it. Like the spark of Hope in you to change the world faltered for the first time in centuries. Now you were someone of great importance in Helions court. Helion didn’t push you aside like Rhysand did. He valued your opinion and for the first time since Rhysand had became High Lord he had seen that spark in you. So he knew. Knew that if he truly loved you he’d let you shine in day. For the first time in your life you’d escape all of the expectations and responsibilities because he’d let you go.

When he finally returned home everyone was already in the foyer waiting to leave for Thesans. Even Helion to his surprise.

“Aren’t you a sight.” Mor poked and giggled

“Yeah well some of us do there job all the time” Azriel laughed back, being with his family, the people he loved reminded him of what he was protecting in the war. “Hey Mor you look beautiful I’m sur-

It was about that time Azriels shadow curled around one of his ear whispering in excitement.

“She’s here……..she’s here…….shes here”

Azriel could barely keep his shadow under control but it was always like that when it came to you. Azriel had no sooner been told of your arrival when he spotted you walking down the stairs. You were breathtaking. Literally Azriels breath hitched at the sight of you. He couldn’t do anything but admire you. You wore a dress that showed more skin then Azriel was used to. Which meant it was all that much harder to convince himself he felt nothing for you. That was already proving to be a hopeless cause because images of the other day started pouring into his mind. The image of you under him, your lips on his, and-

What the hell is that. Helions gaze on you and yours locked on him was enough to snap him out of whatever trance he was in.

“With you looking so beautiful I must ask Are you sure I have to go to this meeting with you as your high lord and not your lover”. The sentence may as well of been an ice bath for Azriel. He was completely aware now. Maybe too aware of how long Helions eyes had been locked on you. How gently his fingertips grazed your skin. How Helion kept having to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from dipping his eyes disrespectfully. Azriel had always presumed Helion was just a flirt but the way he looked at you like you were the moon and stars….well that was the same way he looked at you.

“Hmm ya know if you had asked me 5 minutes ago I might of said no” your answer seemed like innocent flirting but that didn’t change the fact that Azriel felt like he was going to be sick. Had you been imagining it was Helion when he was relishing in the fact that for once it wasn’t a fantasy, it was you. Had he completely been a fool to think that he could be anything more than your friend….And the dress you were wearing was a constant reminder that you may be from the night court but you were headed out and he’d truly lose you forever. All of it was to much. The conversation with Rhys, the realization of Helion, trying to force himself to feel nothing for you, the thought that you and helion….he was going to be sick. And that is exactly what happened next. Azriel had ran to the nearest bathroom and threw up whatever was left in his stomach from the small meal he had had that morning.

“Hey brother are you ok?” Cassain words with laced with concern. Az could here it. Az also knew that his sudden runaway scene had probably caused Cassain to follow him.

“I’m fine.” Be a wall…your fine be a wall was all Azriel could think

“Az If your sick I’m sure we could spare you at the meeting”

“I’m fine just nerves.” Az answered as he pushed passed his brother.

Cassain knew better then to push Azriel when he got like this but he also knew better then to believe the shadowsinger had “nerves”

During the meeting all Azriel could do was try not to look over at you but when Tamlin strolled in he couldn’t help but whip his head to you. He could only imagine the feelings going through your hard exterior. An exterior he had always been impressed by. Impressed by just how you could keep in so many emotions at once . You were trained for this life. Showing no fear, no hint of weakness. He knew that often you were the only female in a room full of males making decisions. But Azriel knew that the presence of Mor, Feyre, and all the other women here gave you some ease. The rest of the meeting was exactly as he expected with the exception of putting Tamlin in his place everything was just putting up with ignorant words.

No matter how much he tried not to pay attention to you for some unknown reason he caught every fucking interaction you had with Helion. Like the Mother herself was trying to torture him.

He saw Helion place his hand on yours when everyone’s words started to stick. Watched as he gave a light squeeze but worst was when he saw you grab his hand in return and share a glance like you two were the only ones in the room. Just like that the jealousy had fully taken over him. Wished it was him, hated Helions guts and was certain he had imagined all of the little clues that would ever make him think you wanted him the same way he wanted you. Then Eris opened his fucking mouth and Azriel couldn’t take it. Wouldn’t listen to him say anything else, not about Mor and wouldn’t allow him to keep trailing his eyes over you like he was undressing you. So he fought…

Right after the meeting was over.

Azriel had told his family he would meet up with them soon. He had business to attend to before everyone met at Thesans.

“Eris may I have word.” Azriel was blunt and quick to pull him aside.

“What do I owe the pleasure Shadowsinger.” Eris was cocky and over confident as always.

Azriel wasn’t in the mood for games he simply pulled the truth teller from his waist and quickly held it to Eris’s throat.

“If I catch your eyes on y/n or so much as hear a whisper of her name come from your mouth again I will personally take this very dagger and make you regret the breath that comes from your lungs” Azriels eyes were dark and showed no hint of deceit. The only thing playing through his head was what had happened earlier during the meeting.

“However I must say Y/N while we were stuck under that mountain I would of loved to see that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. Tell me could I still purchase your services…..and now Rhysand wants to play hero, Amaranthas whore becomes Hyberns destroyer. But if it goes badly….. will he get on his knees for Hybern or will Y/N just spread her legs.”

Next thing Azriel knew Helion and Feyre had lost it. It’s not like he could blame them. What was said enraged him but seeing how angry Helion got was a revelation for another day. And right when Azriel was about to make Beron pay for the words that came out of his mouth he caught a glimpse of Eris’s eyes pinned on you.

“Isn’t she just ravishing shadowsinger? Whore or not I don’t know any male in this room other than her brother who wouldn’t take her in this very reflection pool.” Eris grinned and Azriel could see the fantasy rolling through his mind.

“Careful” Azriel spit out. It wasn’t a warning though it was a threat.

“Why? Is she yours? No… I didn’t think so. In fact she’s looking to be Lord Helions. But again I could still aim to make her mine.? It couldn’t be to hard to get Rhysand to hand her over, he did just hand her over to Amaranthas troops. I wonder what my name would sound like rolling of her lips.” Eris laughed as Azriel grabbed him so hard it’s almost shocking his bones weren’t crushed.

“Look here you li-

Within seconds Azriel felt that familiar coolness sweep over the room as the power of your voice echoed. He watched as You very quickly disperse the chaos, how you made even Rhysand realize the weight of your power.

The way you held yourself with confidence and grace was one of the many things he loved about you. But what he loved more was that no matter how powerful you really were you never resorted to it as an easy way out. Loved That you believed that power was not the way to lead but through respect.

“Oh how I wouldn love to make such a powerful female like dear y/n whimper and writhe beneath me. Can you imagine it shadowsinger.” Eris whispered. And it took every bit of Azriels restraint not to carve out his tongue that very second.

That was why Azriel now had the truth teller digging into Eris’s throat. Because he may not be able to lash out at High Lords without consequence like Helion. But oh could he put the fear of the mother in people in private. Azriels eyes were dark and he was almost fully cloaked by Shadows and did pull the blade from Eris’s throat till he knew that Eris understood him.

As Azriel was walking away Eris called out

“Shadowsinger! You have never been one to show any sign of weakness or even a glimpse of your thoughts but you always show your cards when it comes to Y/N Moonbeam….. One day that will cost you everything.”

Azriel didn’t know whether his Words were a threat or a warning but all he offered in return was

“Always a pleasure”. Before vanishing in the shadows leaving a Vancerra behind hand still braced around his throat.

When Azriel arrived at Thesans palace his shadow immediately tried to search for you but he held them back. Instead he would listen to Cas flirt with Nesta and make mental notes so he could make fun of him later. Az loved his family and as he looked around he couldn’t help but notice there was one face missing. Yours. He knew he shouldn’t of but he let his shadows go let them search and report back and before he could process what was happening his feet were moving to you.

“So you’re not avoiding me anymore?”

Azriel almost wasn’t ready to have this conversation with you because he knew that it would be the end of you and him. Whether it was friendship or more. So he threw on the mask and proceeded knowing exactly what he had to do. He would not let you be hidden anymore. You would shine and he’d make sure he never began to stand in your way.

“I think that maybe I want-“

Here you were in front of him about to give him everything he’s ever wanted. About to tell him that you want exactly what he wants. But he couldn’t let you tell him that because if you did he’d have no self control. He’d crumble and forget every single thing the Rhys told him. Azriel also knew that you were far to kind. That if he lied and said he wasn’t ready for something like this, that youd accept his answer with out argument and the two of you would go on like nothing ever happened. Right back to best friends but Azriel didn’t have that kind of self control around you. He knew that if you went back to normal he’d replay that’s kiss until he couldn’t take it and he’d do so much more. So he cut you off and knew that he’d need you to hate him enough to stay away from him because mother knew he couldn’t stay away from you.

“This is not something I want” stoic as he could be. As steady as he could manage as every shadow turn to chaos like they were begging you to understand it was a lie.

Eventually Azriel had let his Jealousy over take him. Brought up Helion. He didn’t know why he did. He just wanted you to tell him that you weren’t imagining anyone else while all he could think about was you. But you just got angry. Which only infuriated him more. He didn’t know why he was getting so upset if it was that he couldn’t have what he wanted or the realization that the second he really put an end to this that Helion would sweep in and take you away and in doing so take away his dream.

The only thing that had made him realize that he’d gotten so close to you was that you brought up Mor and he couldn’t believe it. The two of you were trying to ignore the blatant desire forever and this whole time… all 3 or 4 centuries you had thought his heart belonged to Mor. Absurdity he couldn’t believe it. How had you not realized that it was you who consumed his every thought. And all he wanted to do was wrap you in his arms, kiss you, and show you that you were all that he ever wanted. Even his shadows had taken grasp of you. And he almost brought his lips to yours when he saw you close your eye and wait for him. But right before his lips met yours he felt talons at the walls of his mind asking to be let in.

“Azriel! You need to let her go. Make her despise you if you can’t control yourself but this cannot happen!”

Rhysand had forced Azriel to tear himself form you and in an instant he was across that balcony. Heart aching when he noted your hurt and confusion at his absence.

“You cannot be what I want.”

Make her despise you if you can’t control yourself Rhys words rang through him and he knew the only way to make you leave him..Hate him.. was what he did next.

“You’re exactly what your father raised you to be” it felt the air had been stolen from him when he your face had changed the instant the word left his lips. But he continued anyway. If you believed he loved Mor then he would let you..”it’s Mor…it’s always been Mor”

“And here I thought I was nothing like him. I guess that was just something a friend told me once.”

Azriel knew that this was your way of giving him a chance to take it back. To concede. He also knew that he wished he could take it and The way that you were looking…. Well it wasn’t helping him continue. He felt like his heart was crushing him from the inside out.

“Well they were wrong” Azriel couldn’t offer anything knew that if he budged he’d crumble so he just put on the best mask he could as you stood staring at him holding back tears.

“fuck you Azriel”

The second you ran off that balcony Azriel simply sank to the ground. And sat there completely defeated. He broke his own heart to hopefully save yours. The thing is he knew he’d do it all over again.. just for a chance for you to have everything.

“AZ what THE ACTUAL HELL MAN.” The doors to the balcony had burst open startling Az and he was displeased to see his brother fuming.

“Leave me alone Cassain”

“Absolutely not you FUCKING IDIOT! What the hell did you do?!?

“Azriel. Cassain. Enough. My sister is strong and Independent she will be fine. Now this is not our home this can be handled when we get back.”

“I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you Rhys, or you Azriel but I do know that since Y/n has been back Rhys has only given her reason to leave and Azriel has only avoided her at all cost. You two idiots act as if she won’t leave us forever. You act as if you’re prayers to the mother wasnt answered when we found her that day at Helions palace. Stop acting like fools who think this gift comes without consequence or like it can’t be taken back. Did either of you know that Y/N is exceptional at playing the piano? Or that she single handedly reconstructed Helions libraries again? Or that she is the lead of not 1 but 7 reconstruction programs after Amaranthas reign.”

Both Azriel and Rhysand we still and quiet they had no idea you had accomplished so much since under the mountain.

“No.. of course not. Because neither of you have taken the time to reintroduce yourself to this version of her. Rhysand just keeps demanding she do more for the Night court. And Azriel you just what? Told her she was exactly like the man who tore the wings off her back…. Get your fucking shit together.”

Y/N POV

You ran until you couldn’t anymore. You found yourself in one of Thesans gardens and Helion never once stop following. But you just collapsed to your knees and bawled. Your heart thundered through your chest. Your vision began to blur. Your hands were so shaky you couldn’t even cling to your dress. The breath in your lungs began to get caught as the thought in you head consumed you.

"Don't let them see you falter. If they think for one second that you aren't the image and definition of collected you've already lost."

"You're just like me. Rhysand is weak, he cares to deeply about others. He doesn't have what it takes, doesn't have the same cold and Ruthless capabilities as you do my sweet. Me and you We could burn down city's. Be vicious and unwavering, that's how you command power.

"Y/N don't let them see you falter. If they think for one second that you aren't the image and definition of collected you've already lost."

"Vicious and unrelenting'

"My Dear Girl Emotions are beneath you. No one deserves your kindness. No one... Now remember we do not beg and we do not cry. Understood?"

"Never risk yourself for another. You foolish girl. If you let emotions overcome you, you're no better than a dimwitted child."

"You're just like me."

"Certainly sounds like pity. Pity is given to the weak, which is the last thing l'll allow you to be. Before anyone ever see's a weakness in you, make sure you're dead."

“Foolish girl” “you’re just like me” “vicious and unrelenting” “cold and ruthless”

You’re everything you father raised you to be…

You couldn’t breath the air in you lung felt like it was trying to suffocate you.

“ Y/N! Y/N it’s ok. It’s ok just breath.” Helion grabbed your hand and placed it on your chest and made eye contact with you and coach you through slow and steady breaths. Felt your hand encased in his as you focused on the rise and fall of your chest.

“There we go Y/n it’s ok just breath. Everything is ok.”

“Thank- thank you” you struggled to stay steady while speaking like if you slipped up you’d go spiraling again.

“Y/N you don’t need to thank me. What happened tonight.”

You just sniffled and looked up at the sky shook you head and told him. Told him off your father and what Azriel had said.

“Y/n I have no idea why your friend would say something like that to you. But I do know that I’m the High lord of Day and ever since you’ve been around….you’ve been the light in my darkness. I find you painstakingly beautiful and brilliant. I’ve never seen you loose a fight. I’ve seen you solve every issue that arises with fast and sure solutions. You are kind even when you have no reason to be. You have saved me and my people on multiple occasions. You are not anyone to Pity, Protect, or doubt. You’re not foolish or a whore, your worth is not determined by how much you can provide. I- I am your High Lord and your boss so I will not say what I want to say to you. But if I was not your High Lord I would say that I am hopelessly in Love with a fae women who has done nothing but save those around her. That I’m in love with..You.” With that Helion went to stand and leave.

“Hel wait.”

You got up made eye contact with Helion and within seconds you were on the tips of your toes kissing the High lord of day. He quickly had you in an embrace gripping you by your waist. The kiss continued to deepen when you felt a string snap in your chest it was almost painful and the next second it felt like something had replaced it like another string and clear as day you could feel a golden string between you and Helion you both broke the Kiss and just stared at each other. Realizing what had just happened. Helion was your mate…

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[nova-stardragon]

You can call me Nova :)

She/they/Fae/Nyx - proud pansexual that doesn't know what to do with her hands anytime ever 👌 19 year old college student Discord: ElegiacEphyra#0410

Find me on AO3! I write Cazriel one shots (a lot of them) and a few other ACOTAR related tings <3

Gave up bringing things over to tumblr - maybe someday I'll try again. Links that say "chapter 1" or "tumblr" will take you to a tumblr post. Links that say "AO3" will take you to the entire fic on AO3.

Open to requests although I make no promises :)

Master list <3

Key to my chaos here: [MCD] = Major Character Death [S] = explicit, smut probably [F] = fluff <3

Cazriel one-shots

You Work Too Hard [F] (Tumblr) (AO3) Sick fic - Azriel gets sick and collapses, but luckily Cassian is there to take care of him <3

It Can't Be Him [MCD] (AO3) Azriel is reading the list of deaths to check for his friends names. Only problem is, he finds one. Cassian's.

I whacked his ass [S] (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (AO3) Azriel is pushing himself too hard. Cassian decides to intervene, dragging him and his whackable ass to bed, where he decides to help Az ~relax~

Hold my hand [F] (AO3) Cassian gets injured in the war, and Azriel comes find him to comfort him

Azriel x Reader One-shots (Tumblr Only)

Random Azriel Fluff (written for a discord server)

Dress shopping (was going to be more, but I gave up)

If Only You Knew Chapters Read on AO3

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Just a fun little story about fairies being gay. Someday I'll write a better summary, but for now, this is all you get <3

Morrigan x OC (Kaida), Cassian x Azriel, and Helion x Lady of Autumn (Aurelia).

If He Hollers Read on AO3

One fated day on a mission, a cat decides Azriel is her new owner. Several years later, she's playing matchmaker, and throwing him into situations he doesn't want to be in the middle of.

Elain x Lucien x Azriel (Elucriel?) fanfic, with lots of shenanigans, angst, and (hopefully) wholesome serotonin inducing moments <3

All The Stars We Steal from the Night Sky Read on AO3

The world is changing. The Fae watch as it ages, and slowly, realize they need to change too. Some go into hiding. But Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, decides hiding isn't for him. What he wants is to step into the bright, whimsical colored lights. After centuries, it begins to get tedious. The lights begin to dull, the spot light looses it's appeal. Then, he meets Feyre Archeron, runaway and misfit. And suddenly, the lights are bright again.

Read also: circus Feysand AU :)