#morrigan smut

[gothicbabydollz]

I’m not above begging for soft mommy mor 🙏🏻🙌🏻 or just sexy soft dom mor

or just mor in general :)

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Pairings: Mor x f!reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of oral, scissoring, mommy kink, sub/dom dynamics, bottom!reader, top!mor, make outs

Summary: Midnights spend with Mor…

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: i’m so gay omg

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Remainders of intimacy cling to soft skin. Lips glisten in the bright moonlight. Breathless pants engulf the room in a comfortable silence. And a tongue swipes, seeking out the final taste.

“You taste fucking amazing, sweetie,” Mor chuckles, littering kisses up your thigh, moving to sit back on her knees. She watches as your forearm splays over your face. Half covering the bashful look overtaking your features. “Don’t hide!” she playfully scolds, crawling over your naked body. Slotting between your legs. She bats your arm away as you mumble, “M’not.” Mor’s elbows rest on either side of your head, slender fingers sliding into your hair. She gently scratches your scalp, making you want to purr as tilts you to look at her face, which hovers closely above yours. “No?” The way she’s looking at you, eyes glazed with a mix of adoration and love, urges you to sink into submission. Feeling so safe and loved beneath her, you wish you stay like this forever.

Kissing Mor gives you an idea of what paradise feels like. Her lips are addicting, so soft and warm, it’s more than easy to get lost in the feeling of them against your own. Your head drops back onto the pillow after the first, your mouth tingling as if her lips were still on you. Mor smiles widely, admiring your face for a moment before chasing you. Her mouth captures your own, and she lets her body weight rest atop you. She suckles your bottom lip into her mouth, teeth gently biting down to drag a soft sound from your throat. Mor reciprocates the noise, tongue soothing over where she bit until she’s slipping past your lips and brushing her tongue against yours. Tasting the faint essence of yourself on her tongue, you flush, hands finding her waist as to pull her impossibly closer. Mor takes control of the kiss, and you gladly let her consume your mouth, guiding the pace that your tongue meets hers. Your hands slip underneath the silk top she has on, sliding slowly up her back. A gasp passes from Mor’s mouth and into your own. Your hands cold on her skin. “Off,” she mumbles.

Taking the hem of her top in your grasp, you begin to push the material up her body. Mor lifts, helping you pull it over her head and toss the fabric to the side. Her breaths are heavier now. Louder. A sign of her growing arousal. She leans back down, skin on skin, breasts pressing against yours. Her fingers find your jaw, softly pushing your head to the side so she has access to your pretty neck, littered with forming bruises from when she had her mouth on you earlier. She had sucked and bitten at your clear skin, had taken her time working her way down until she’d found home between your thighs. She’s gentler now. Laying light kisses over the marks, careful not press too hard. Mor flattens her tongue against your skin, licking from the base of your throat and up to your ear. The sensation makes you shiver, moaning out.

Mor groans, “Those sounds of yours,” she cups your face, making you look at her once again, “Makes me wanna fuck you so bad.” Her words shoot straight to your core, pulsing in response. Swallowing thickly, your eyes close, head leaning back, pushing into the pillows. You can feel her breath fanning over your ear, keeping your senses on edge. “Can I fuck you, sweet girl? Think you can take some more, hm?”

You nod, desperate and needy for her to touch you again. You swear just one look from Morrigan makes you want to spread your legs. “Words, sweetie. Need to hear you say it, okay?” Her thumb rubs circles over your cheek, trailing down to trace your lips. Your eyes blink open and find hers. “I want you to fuck me…please.”

The tension is thick as Mor moves, she says nothing yet her eyes have your heart pounding in anticipation. She teases you, biting her lip as her hands travel to her round, perky breasts. The moonlight shining through the open curtains casts a glow over her, highlighting each curve and crevice across her body. She plays with her taut nipples while you watch, gasping softly when she tweaks her buds. You almost feel jealous, wishing your mouth were her fingers. Which are now dragging down her stomach and hooking into her panties. Mor slips the lacey material off painfully slow, winding you up further. Your clit is throbbing, begging for attention. Yet you keep your hands by your side, instead tugging mindlessly at the sheets. You catch sight of the glistening slick coating Mor’s heat and inner thighs as she straddles your right leg. “Mhm, that’s all for you, sweet girl. You always get me so wet,” She tells you, whilst manoeuvring your other leg to wrap around her waist.

You practically yelp when Mor presses her cunt against yours, overly sensitive from your past orgasm and your need for more. Mor soothes you, gently squeezing your thigh, “It’s okay, I’ve got you, sweetie. Mommy’s got you.” She winds her hips, clit rubbing over yours. Loud moans escape both of your throats at the feeling of your warms and wet cunts grinding against each other. Your head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as whines slip past your lips with each roll of Mor’s thrusts. Euphoria flows around your body, making your head feel fuzzy with all the pleasure coursing through you.

“Look at me- look at me, sweetie.” You do, forcing yourself to look up at Mor. “Good girl, stay with me, okay? I want you watch as I fuck you, sweetheart.” You reach for her as she continues to bury her cunt into yours, clits massaging each other’s, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of you. One hand finds Mor’s thigh, your nails digging into her skin as you grasp onto her. The other links with her own hand, fingers interlocking as she helps you stay grounded.

“Shit, mommy,” you whimper pathetically, hips bucking upwards when Mor’s clit bumps against your just right. Broken moans and pitchy gasps tumble from Mor’s parted lips, she’s looking down, watching how her messy cunt slides against yours. Slotting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. “Love your little pussy so much, sweetie. Feel so good against me.”

Feeling your climax bubbling inside your belly, you desperately seek out more friction. You begin grinding your hips up to meet her thrusts, humping her cunt with your own. Mor moans, meeting your gaze, her eyes are blown out, clouded with arousal. “That’s my girl, you wanna cum, huh?” She asks with a husky, lust filled voice. “Wan- want to cum,” You breathe out, barely able to form words as the coil winds painfully tight, pushing you closer to the edge. The wet sounds of your cunts are loud enough to fill the entire room, each thrust producing a vulgar squelching noise. “You hear that, sweet girl? So fucking wet,” Mor sobs, drawing dangerously close to her own orgasm. She gasps, her clit bumping against yours over and over. Your thighs are staring to tremble as you tiptoe on the edge of release. “Let go, need you to let go. C’mon, cum for mommy,” Mor sounds as though she’s begging, hungry for you to climax against her cunt.

Her desperation sends you over the edge, climaxing through near silent whimpers. Your nails are surely leaving indents due to how hard you’re squeezing her thigh. The feelings soaring through your nerves are overwhelming, every through inside your head vanishes as pleasure fills up the space. Your clit pulses against Mor’s and she follows shortly after you. Her orgasm louder than your own, she mewls your name, hips jolting as she soon becomes overstimulated. Although, that doesn’t stop her from thrusting her cunt into yours, wanting to ride out both your climaxes despite your joint quivering.

Mor eventually slumps down next to you, panting as she presses her forehead against your temple. She kisses your cheek, “Fuck…you okay?” Mor asks, reaching to cup your hot cheek. You nod your head whilst turning to look at her, “Yeah. Are you?” You’re still trying to catch your breath, your eyes feeling droopy from the intense pleasure still lingering.

She smiles, “I’m good, sweet girl,” her hand leaves your face and dips between your legs to lightly pat your slick cunt, “She tired me out is all.” The sudden stimulations pulls a whine from you, thighs closing quickly. “Shh, sorry. M’sorry,” Mor chuckles breathlessly, wrapping herself around you, legs intertwining until you both are comfy.

You lay this way for a while, eyes closed and content in each other’s arms. “Wish we could stay like this forever,” You whisper into the darkness, the moon now concealed behind heavy clouds. Mor’s fingers dancing up and down your thigh is the only sign that she’s still awake, she whispers back, “I know, sweetheart. I want that too.”

[jeannineee]

Oh my goodness I’m so obsessed with your hc’s! I was wondering if you could do one based on what it is like in a relationship with Mor? 💕

Being in a relationship with Mor would include…

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

SFW:

Very loving and affectionate

Loves playing with your hair, holding your hand, just touching you in general.

Her love language is definitely physical touch, and a bit of quality time

She hates being away from you.

Very protective of you. Would not hesitate kill for you.

She gets jealous fairly easily, even though she denies it.

Constantly buys you things; clothes, jewelry, flowers. Would probably try paying your rent, too. She goes overboard.

Loves cuddling with you. She loves big spoon and little spoon equally.

NSFW

Soft domme vibes

I feeeeel like she has a mommy kink? Maybe I’m wrong?

Nah, she definitely has a mommy kink.

Praises the absolute FUCK out of you.

“There you go baby. Such a good girl, getting off on mommy’s thigh.”

BYE

Would definitely edge you when you’re bratty or having attitude.

“Poor thing. You just wanna come, hm? That’s too bad.”

Looooves sitting on your face, pulling your hair as she grinds against you.

Also likes 69’ing.

Idk if strap-ons exist in the acotar universe, but we’re gonna pretend they do. Her favorite position is missionary, or doggy if she feels like being rough.

The literal BEST at aftercare. So gentle and doting. She’ll bathe you, massage you, etc.

She’s a very caring and attentive lover.

[zoyaofthegardvn]

Kinktober 2023 Day 1 - Face Sitting (Mor x reader)

A/N: Day 1 from my Kinktober masterlist! Smut! (18+ plz)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

"You gonna sit on my face, pretty girl?" You ask Mor, watching as she hovers just above your hips, her knees on either side of your body.

She bites her lip and nods, "You sure I won't hurt you?" But her voice is eager, her chest heaving in anticipation, her breaths coming out as pants.

Your head shakes, and your hands reach out to grip her waist, pulling her forward. "I wanna taste you, baby, c'mere."

She bends to kiss your lips passionately, then pulls away with a soft smile gracing her swollen mouth before she straightens again. Your grin is giddy, hands rubbing her thighs soothingly as you prepare to please in her in a way you'd been desperate to for ages.

She shuffles up the rest of your body until her knees bracket your head, your eyes aligned with her wet, dripping cunt. You'd already brought her to climax once with your fingers, and her clit is swollen and aching for more touch. You resist the urge to drift your fingers down to your own aching heat, wanting to pleasure yourself to the sight.

She hums, one hand gripping the headboard and the other coming to brush hair from your forehead. "Tell me if it's too much, or if you need a second to breathe."

You roll your eyes, playfully. "Not a chance of that happening, my love," then you're gripping the outside of her thighs and her hips, dragging her down until your tongue can reach her wet folds.

She gasps as you lick a stripe from her clit to her entrance, your tongue moving back up to work circles onto her bundle of nerves. She groans when you grip her harder, sitting her properly on your face.

"Fuck, Y/N, feels s'good," she moans, and your answering grunt sends delicious vibrations through her cunt. You nod your head as best as you can, in an effort to affirm that you're enjoying this just as much as she is.

Your tongue flicks rapidly, and you alternate between fucking her entrance and sucking her clit into your mouth. As you'd hoped, she begins bucking her hips, your nose bumping her nerves as she rides your face in earnest.

You peer up her body, catching sight of her head bent forward as she struggles to remain upright, her knuckles white along the headboard as she holds on. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth is parted, heavy pants and moans falling from her lips. She mutters your name, and your eyes drift to the sight of her breasts softly bouncing as she seeks her pleasure.

It's not long before she's chanting your name. "I'm gonna cum, baby, right there," she calls, right before falling apart on top of you.

You drink her orgasm down, mouth and tongue still exploring every inch of her pussy. The movement of her hips slows, eventually stopping when you verge into the territory of overstimulation.

On shaky legs, she lifts herself from her throne. She stares down at you, her gaze hazy and her lips curling into a grin. You shoot her a wink, then pepper kisses along the inside of her thighs, attempting to soothe her from her powerful high.

She swings her leg over you, in favor of lying down next to you in a sweaty heap.

"Was that okay, baby?" The question is almost a taunt, your mouth in a grin, already knowing the answer. She knows you know, too, her eyes roll and she breaks into laughter.

"Give me a few minutes, and you can find out yourself."

[shadowdaddies]

Here's my ACOTAR masterlist! I'll keep my posts linked here. 🩶

✨= fluff

❤️‍🔥= smut

💧= angst

💥 = action (ka-pow!)

Azriel

Cassian

Rhys

Eris

Lucien

Helion

Feyre

Nesta

Elain

Mor

Tarquin

Amren

Poly Fics

the beautiful dividers on my blog are by saradika-graphics

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

🌛Writing Masterlist🌜

✨- indicates smut.

A Court of Thorns and Roses

✧: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Azriel:

🌙Series🌙

Coming Home

Practice On Me

🌙Oneshots & Requests🌙

Pushing Buttons ✨

Heart of Fire

They Never Showed You Love

Fuck Me Properly ✨

All Tied Up for Me (Cassian & Azriel) ✨

Why are you still here? | Part Two

Studious | Part 2✨

Comfort ✨

Bluebird | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII ✨

✧: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Cassian:

🌙Series🌙

Crawling Back to You (mini series)

Part one ✨

Part two ✨

Part Three ✨

🌙Oneshots & Requests🌙

All Tied Up for Me (Cassian and Azriel) ✨

What About Me?

Misunderstandings (Starfall Week 2023)

Heavenly Touches✨

Goddess✨

✧: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Rhysand:

🌙Series🌙

🌙Oneshots & Requests🌙

With Me, Always.

Shrinking Violet. ✨| Part II ✨

Forget-Me-Not

✧: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Lucien Vanserra:

🌙Series🌙

Fireleaf

🌙Oneshots & Requests🌙

Just You and Me ✨

Yell at Me Again ✨

A Personal Problem ✨

The Moon on a String ✨

✧: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Eris Vanserra:

🌙Oneshots & Requests🌙

Loose Lips | Part Two ✨

✧: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Nesta Archeron:

🌙Oneshots & Requests🌙

Strawberries and Cream (Starfall Week 2023) ✨

[sweetcarolina-24]

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

❤️‍🔥smut 🩵fluff 🖤angst 🩶series 🤍this song reminds me of them 🤎playlist

poly/ship acotar masterlist

🩶Stargirl (ao3 || wattpad) ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet ❤️‍🔥So Close ❤️‍🔥Mating Frenzy 🖤Spoiled Little Princess 🩵The First Taste

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥The Mess You Caused ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet ❤️‍🔥🩵13 Beaches(coming 3/10)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩶Dark Paradise (ao3 || wattpad) ❤️‍🔥Look at Yourself ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet 🤎Nesta’s Playlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥The Headboard ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 2/25) 🖤The 1 🤍Come Back

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Good Girl ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 2/28)

🤍Youre Losing Me

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩶Scorched Shadows: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 ❤️‍🔥Little Fawn ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 3/1)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Pretty Little Thing ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 3/3)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Greedy Little Fox ❤️‍🔥Love ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 3/6)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩶How to Disappear(wattpad || ao3) ❤️‍🔥Stay Still ❤️‍🔥The Birchin ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 3/8)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

all my playlists based on fiction

🤎brokeback mountain 🤎dead poets society 🤎elizabeth and darcy 🤎euphoria vibes 🤎evelyn hugo 🤎everlark 🤎feysand 🤎gilmore girls 🤎jennifers body vibes 🤎jurdan 🤎little women 🤎nesta archeron 🤎pretty little liars 🤎thirteen vibes 🤎throne of glass 🤎twilight 🤎virgin suicides vibes 🤎warnette 🤎xoxo -gossip girl

[k-daydreams]

The Pursuit of Feeling Alive: III. Bratty Behavior

Pairing: fem!reader x azriel, platonic!innercircle

Synopsis: cousin to Rhysand and Morrigan, y/n was once her family’s golden child. Faced with trials and tribulations her whole life, she needed reprieve— a distraction. Until a surprise homecoming opens Pandora’s box, and gives y/n a reality check. Especially facing her once close friend Azriel. Friends to Enemies to lovers trope.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: swearing, trauma, reader being shitty, slow slow burn, mor and Cassian being readers moral sanity, filler chapter, grammatical errors lmao

Authors note: hellooo! So this is kinda a filler since what I was writing for this part was so long. Next part will really be juicy I promise! Thank you guys for so much love on the last part, I hope y’all will like this! Not a lot of Az has been in this part, mainly talking about him in 3rd person, but I promise hold on hope y’all get him in action in the next!! Lmk what you guys think

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"Rhysand isn't impressed with Azriel," Mor declared, her knife slicing through a piece of meat. "To be honest, Y/n, I could genuinely throttle him." She took a bite of her food before continuing.

It was your first night back in Velaris, and the inner circle, along with the company, was aware of what had happened between Azriel and you. Well, at least what Cassian, Nesta, and Elain had witnessed. Rhys and Feyre hadn't approached you about it yet; Mor mentioned they wanted to spare you any further distress for the time being. Typically when one of the inner circle members had returned home from something, Rhys would have organized a celebratory family dinner, but he had decided against it for now. Instead, you and Mor dined alone in the House of Wind tonight.

Nonchalantly, you shrugged and took a sip from your wine glass. "Just another tantrum from that Illyrian man-child. Nothing new, really." You tried to sound relaxed, not wanting your friends and family to worry about you or the argument. You didn't want Azriel to know his words had cut you deeply or give him any satisfaction. You had already shown him just how much they had affected you. The impact was tangible—you had been restless, tossing and turning in bed for the past few nights, with no appetite to eat. Your homecoming was supposed to mark the beginning of your healing journey, yet here you were, starving and sleep-deprived due to the nonsense uttered by a man who thought he knew you.

Mor nodded knowingly, her napkin dabbing at her lips. "He had no right to speak to you like that," she said, her voice firm. "He knows that, no matter what, you're family. That's why we came back for you when Helion sent word. He knows we would do the same for any member of our family and to disregard you so quickly like that."

Disheartened, you let out a sigh. "I don't know, Mor. I knew we ended things on a sour note, but it's been nearly 60 years since then. I thought he would have moved on."

Her food momentarily forgotten, Mor nearly choked when you made that statement. "Please tell me you didn't just say that," she responded incredulously.

What do you mean?"

She stared at you intensely, her eyes burning into your soul as you went blank. "Seriously?" Perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "I've seen you hold grudges for centuries, and yet you expect him to forgive you for an argument that happened over half a century ago?"

Both of you fell silent, studying each other across the table. Mor's loyalty to Azriel, despite never reciprocating his feelings, was unwavering—just as yours had been in the past. At times, it made you question if her feelings for him were truly nonexistent, like now. A queasiness churned in your stomach, and your head throbbed with a dull ache. Perhaps drinking on an empty stomach hadn't been the best idea, especially when thoughts of Mor and Azriel intertwined.

You cleared your throat, a newfound coldness lacing your tone as you spoke up. "Every grudge I've held has been a result of something more severe than an argument," you stated, fidgeting with the table linen. "An argument, mind you, that happened because he didn't want me to follow Rhys."

Mor retorted sharply, "Look where that got you." Your heart started pounding, your ears heating. Your gaze dropped in her direction, and a familiar flame ignited within you. "What he did was fucked up, but Y/n, you can be a stubborn brat." You opened your mouth to object, but she raised a hand to stop you. "I'm not trying to be rude. I say this because I care about you. But it's time to own up to your mistakes. Only then, maybe, just maybe, you can find peace again."

Mor's tough love never felt good, but you knew it always came from a place of good intentions. Angry and devastated, you found it hard to accept hearing all that. Sure, you could be opinionated and stubborn at times, but reducing yourself to a brat felt unjust.

Draining your wine, you replied, "I had hoped for a civil conversation with him whenever we did talk." Mor looked skeptical, likely not fully believing you. You did have a record for the last century or so with picking arguments, you blamed being around Mor and Amren so much, and maybe a lot of repressed feelings.

Despite her irritation with you, Mor reached out and took your hand in hers, comforting you with gentle circles on the back of it, like a mother would. "When it comes to you, it seems his shadows turn to flames."

There was so much you wanted to say, but you remained silent, allowing her words to echo in your mind. You couldn't quite grasp their cryptic meaning, but you didn’t want to indulge in the topic too much longer. Mor let go of your hand, standing up. "Feel like grabbing a drink at Rita's?" she asked, her tone changing, a small smirk forming. A way to nurse your wounds.

Shaking your head, you replied, "Not tonight. I need to rest. Traveling today drained me. But thank you." You offered a tight-lipped smile.

"Sweet dreams, little star," Mor said, patting your head before walking away.

The once-dull headache now throbbed prominently in your forehead, and you cradled your head in discomfort. Mor’s conversation seemed to reflect the same argument you had a few days prior with Azriel. Though not filled with as malicious intent as his did, it still left you feeling just as scorned. The house cleared the table immaculately as you stood to make your way to your room.

The hallways were quiet and deserted, illuminated by the dim twinkle of faelights illuminating the red stone of the walls. Each light flickered slightly in your presence before dimming again, but you were too weary to care about such peculiarities of your powers. The House of Wind sprawled endlessly, a labyrinth of doors and spiraling stairs within the mountainside. A few new paintings and plants adorned the halls, likely additions from the High Lady and her sister, but it all remained as you remembered.

When you enter your room, a plate with an assortment of delectable cheese and crackers, accompanied by a tall, refreshing glass of water. Along with a small container of headache powder sat patiently on your bedside table. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you witnessed the house meticulously pulling back your sheets, reminiscent of the way it used to prepare your bed during your childhood days. Gently placing your night clothes at the foot of the bed, a smile of gratitude graced your face, silently expressing your appreciation to the house. It seemed that Rhys had been right about something you thought once you were in bed getting pulled into a restless sleep.

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You trudged begrudgingly through the halls of the endless mansion. Feyre had roused you from slumber earlier that morning, informing you of a meeting with the inner circle in an hour. Though you harbored little desire to attend, it was the first order by your new High Lady, making it a matter of importance. You hated how far your room was from the war room. Wishing you had wings, even better, you wished you had a room closer to one of the rooms you frequented the most. Finally almost out of breath, you made it to the entrance. You stalked into the room, you found Amren, Cassian, Lucien, Azriel, and Mor already settled in their seats.

"Tsk, tsk, fashionably late to your first meeting?" Cassian playfully jabbed at you. Walking past him, you discreetly flicked the back of his head, eliciting a muttered "brat" as he dramatically nursed the imaginary injury.

Your steps faltered for a moment, as that word—brat—pricked at your annoyance. Not letting it fester too much, you take a seat between Mor and Lucien. Sitting across from Cassian and Amren, with Azriel positioned diagonally next to his brother, you could feel his intense gaze fixed upon you. Determined not to shudder or shift under his scrutiny, you resolved not to let him see how deeply his words affected you. Deep down, however, you couldn't deny the lingering care you held for him, or the way his presence had consumed your thoughts over the past week like a plague.

"I don't see Feyre and Rhysand, so technically I'm not late," you declared, a smug tone coloring your words.

"Actually, they had other matters to attend to," Amren replied indifferently. It had been less than an hour since you last saw Feyre, leaving you puzzled as to what could have transpired in such a short span of time. Cassian nudged your foot under the table, a silent reminder of his earlier warning. Narrowing your eyes, you retaliated by kicking his shin, relishing in his sharp intake of breath as he winced. "Relax, Y/n!" he exclaimed, while you concealed your smirk, leaning back in your chair with crossed arms.

"Must you be so childish?" Azriel's voice snapped at you, catching you off guard.

Cassian stared at his brother in shock, attempting to defend your actions. “Brother I had started it-“

Beside him, the spymaster exhaled, regaining his composure. "I don't care who started it; I want to get through this as quickly as possible.” he requested, his tone cold.

"Yes, please," you muttered under your breath. The shadowsinger shot you a look.

Though you sensed he had more to say, Amren began speaking before another argument could erupt, cutting straight to the point. "We haven't visited the Court of Nightmares in quite some time. It's about time we made an appearance; I'm sure they're on the brink of chaos by now."

Mor sucked in her teeth, and you could hear Lucien gulp audibly, clearly apprehensive at the thought. You bit your lip anxiously.

"I won't be able to attend. Rhysand, specifically Feyre, has requested that you, Y/n, take the reins tonight," Amren announced, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. She seemed unfazed by the prospect of missing out on the formal affair. Uncertainty flickered across the faces of those from the inner circle, unsure of how you would receive the order, except for Azriel, whose expression remained inscrutable.

You fidgeted with your fingers, picking at the hangnails. Before Amarantha, you had taken pleasure in Rhys entrusting you with these meetings, where you handled official business between the Court of Dreams and Nightmares. It had been empowering to witness your family obeying your orders, having spent so long following theirs, only to be shunned upon your return in the aftermath of one of the darkest days of your life. Your parents were ready to condemn you for treason when they first laid eyes on you. That’s when Rhys had appointed you as an emissary. Primarily since you had spent the most time in the court knowing the ins and outs, and as a sick punishment for your family.

Now, anxiety gripped you as memories you had desperately tried to suppress from your childhood. Those memories now attached with the new ones you sought to repress from your encounter with Amarantha. It became increasingly difficult to focus on Amren's words as your gaze wandered blankly through the expansive window behind her, stretching from the floor to the ceiling.

"Azriel will be right beside you for protection throughout the night, Cassian will accompany Mor, with Lucien joining them," Amren continued, a hint of wariness in her words.

"Why-why can't Cass be by my side?" you stammered. "He's a general for a reason." You had an inkling to why Azriel had always been at your side when you’d be in charge of this responsibility, but you also wanted him nowhere near you. Didn’t anyone else think that him and you together was an awful idea at the moment?

"Because Azriel has a more intimidating effect on your family," Amren replied, looking knowingly at him. Azriel remained stoic, mirroring your own defensive posture—scarred muscular arms crossed, leaning back in his chair, stil as a statue. "As I said, it's been some time since we made an appearance. Who knows what they might do? We can't risk any harm coming to the Princess on her first days back at court," she added mockingly. Rolling your eyes, you fought the urge to offer her a vulgar gesture. For that remark alone, she could certainly go to hell.

"Cassian will come to fetch you later, so you can all gather at the townhouse and winnow together," Amren concluded nonchalantly. "Now, I need to speak with Mor and Cassian privately. You three are dismissed; I'm sure Azriel and Y/n are just itching to throw themselves off the dining room veranda by now." She said to you, Lucien, and Azriel. She was right about one thing, you thought to yourself, your chair scraping against the floor as you stood, eager to escape the war room as quickly as possible.

You closed the door to your room, and fell into your bed screaming into the mattress. You were frustrated, overwhelmed, and exhausted from lack of sleep. A small commotion on your nightstand made you jump, looking up, a medium box now laid on the stand. An envelope attached to a deep purple ribbon wrapped around the gift. You sat up, and grabbed it, opening the paper.

‘Give them hell tonight, you've earned it little star. -R&F’

Inside the box was a diadem of silver, stars of different shapes hung all adorning the chain encrusted in emeralds, diamonds of different hues, and sapphires for you to wear tonight. You sighed, a new feeling slithering through your veins. Maybe this was Rhysand’s way of giving you therapy. You all played a game and made a show down in the court of nightmares that the inner circle all got a kick out of at one point or another. Maybe playing the act was what you needed? You had let your mental shield down, letting your thoughts empty to nothing, hoping Rhys would be paying attention.

You planned this intentionally? You thought once your mind was blank.

Me? What would make you think so? Rhys purred in your mind.

You rolled your eyes. Mhm, you two just had to conveniently leave all of a sudden?

That’s a matter for tomorrow, just try not to torture someone to death tonight, especially not our spymaster. He taunted.

Your spymaster, no promises. You clarified.

Have fun, little star. You could feel him poking at your mind to signal he was no longer there.

You threw your shield up, and laid back on your bed. Tonight was going to be interesting.

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You fixed your lip shine in the mirror, finishing the final touches to your look before a rhythmic knock on your ajar door sounded.

“You ready?” Cassian peaked before walking into the room.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He let out a low whistle as he examined you. “Your family’s not gonna like that.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” You smirked despite a brief heat rising to your cheeks.

The gown you chose was something you had saved for a trip specifically for the court of nightmares before you had been trapped under the mountain. The bodice had long sleeves and was skin tight, black crystal branches wrapping up your arms, and up your waist with thicker branches covering your chest. The skirt billowed with several layers of gossamer, much like the gown you wore in the day court just several days prior, but had slits dangerously high risking a reveal of your hip bones unlike the other gown. You wore the highest heels you had in your closet that were sure to make you grumpy just by standing in them for more than a couple minutes— exactly why you chose them. Then the diadem that Rhys and Feyre gifted you graced the top of your head and shimmered in the faelight of your room that flickered in your wake, when you felt the satisfaction from Cass’s comment.

He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. “I don’t think I even like that.” Then he noticed the slits in the fabric. Rubbing a hand over his face in disbelief. “Mother of the cauldron Y/n, are you even wearing anything under that dress?” He made a face which made you laugh out loud.

“Pig, no need to worry about that!” You slapped his arm lightly before looping yours through it.

“You’re right I don’t want to know.” He shook his head. Cassian was always your comedic relief from your worries, and you were thankful that hadn’t changed. “Could you let Nesta borrow it?” He suggested cheekily.

You groaned disgustedly, “then I would have to burn it afterwards.”

“Good, I don’t want to see you in this gown again after tonight.”

“You’re not my father.” You teased as you two walked out to the balcony.

“Yeah but in my head you’ll always be like my little sister, no matter how much of a brat you are.” He nudged you.

“I hate that word,” you admitted, preparing yourself for flight.

He picked you up bridal style as if you weighed nothing in his arms. You adjusted the fabric so it wouldn’t fly up mid flight. “You know it’s true.” He said, his wings rustling, preparing himself.

You gave him a pointed look, “I’m considering it’s true.” Providing a pinch to his bicep. Without warning he took off into the night sky of Velaris, teasingly loosening his grip on you like he was going to drop you.

“If you keep hurting me, I’ll have to sic my mate on you.” A mischievous glint in his eyes.

“She probably knows you deserve it.” You watched the city below light up under the starry sky.

“Touché,” he smiled. He looked in thought as a silence fell over you two letting you admire Velaris below. You hadn’t had a chance to explore the city since your return, today would’ve been the day if it weren’t for the meeting in the court of nightmares. You could see the rainbow quarters perfectly from above and hear the music in the distance. The stars and moon were close to you as well, the music and being so close the light brought solace to any nerves you may have had. It prickled softly at your skin, seeping into your skin.

“I could guess one person who’ll be excited to see you.” Cassian broke the momentary silence.

“Don’t say his name,” you begged, seeing the angle he was trying to pull.

“Who, Azriel?” He grinned broadly.

“My peace is ruined,” you deadpanned, him chuckling at your disdain.

“Don’t let him being an asshole deter you. He’s been all bent out of shape since your absence. I think he’s just hurt deep down, and those little shadows that are always in his ear when you're around doesn’t help.”

You listened to Cassian ramble, confusion filling you. “You haven’t heard everything he's said to me.”

He relaxed a bit, soaring lower, the familiar townhouse now in your view. “I haven’t heard everything you've said to him either, and I don’t think it’s my business or my right to say anything on the matter given my record. Sometimes you say shit in the heat of the moment, sometimes you say shit to hide what’s actually going on underneath it all. One thing I know whenever it comes to you he’s always all up in arms. Not even Elain can do that to him. I didn’t even see him like that with Mor besides that one time.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, getting ready to land. You gripped his neck tighter, bracing yourself.

“When you’re not annoying, you’re actually wise y’know that?” You were in awe at his words. You weren’t sure how true his interpretation was, but for now it brought you slight comfort and ease about the Azriel situation. He landed with his wings slightly fluttering about, shaking off the wind of the night. He gently set you down, and you tried adjusting yourself now that you were standing. You went to fix the diadem, but Cass pushed your hand away lightly, doing it for you.

“I would hope so, year 600 is creeping up on me fast.”

You laughed softly, “you're about to be an old man.”

“Yeah let’s not talk about that, we’re talking about you remember?” He fixed a loose piece of hair that was out of place. “Try not to let him get to you too much tonight or at least channel it into you being all scary and brooding. I’ve missed you in court, it hasn't been the same.”

“Thank you Cass, and I’m sorry for not visiting.” You said sincerely.

Pulling you into his arms for an embrace, he sighed. “I figured you needed space. There’s nothing wrong with that. Rhys went to the cabin after he came out from under there. You just went to the day court for almost a decade long sabbatical.” He shrugged casually. “You can repay me by training again once you’re settled.” You nodded, pulling away. He wrapped his arm around you, “C’mon we have a party to get to.”

Lucien, Morrigan, and Azriel waited for you two. Azriel was the first to look up at the sound of your heels clicking on floor into the foyer of the townhouse. His hazel eyes darkened, eyebrows slightly narrowing, and jaw clenched at the sight of you. Your heart skipped a beat as his eyes traced your body, lingering at the top of the slits of the gown that could expose your hip bones at any sudden movement, before taking in your bare legs that were accentuated by the uncomfortable heels. You felt a warmth in your core that betrayed any ill feelings towards the spymaster, and you had to take a deep breath to calm yourself. You never knew a look would be able to enthrall you so much and ignite such feelings.

He was in his more formal fighting leathers, muscles at full display even underneath the leather, his hair neatly styled back, sciphons glowing under the light of the common room. He was god-like, you couldn’t deny that. Not rugged looking like Cassian or as regal as Rhys, but he was beautiful. You wanted to be sick at thinking these thoughts. His shadows whispered in his ears as he stared at you. You couldn’t discern the look in his eyes as Mor approached you.

“Oh my, my fathers gonna croak, I love it!” She squealed looking at the patterns on your dress. “But we do have to get going, Y/n winnow Cass?” She looked at the male beside you.

You were about to agree, but Azriel spoke up. “I think I should be with her. Just in case. Amren said they’re possibly at a brink of chaos.” His voice was gravelly, and your heart pounded erratically at the huskiness in his tone.

“O-okay? Cassian, let’s come on then.” She looked at you, your eyes were wide in surprise.

Azriel approached you, and his scent of cedar and mist filled your senses making you want to melt even more. You only cleared your throat, straightening your back as his scarred arm reached around you pulling you closer to him as you got ready to winnow. You could feel the rough pad of his thumb near the top of the slit of your dress making your mind blank. His shadows swirled around your wrists in greeting for the first time since you’ve seen him, and you could feel your cheeks heat up.

Mor and Cassian disappeared along with Lucien right behind them. Azriel’s body heat and movement of his hand on your hip was making you flushed, unable to concentrate. Then his lips were close to your ear and you could feel his cool breath on your neck.

“Whatever happens tonight, don’t take it to heart.” The grip on your hip had tightened, and you could feel the sheath of truth-teller in your lower back.

You looked up to him, even wearing your tallest heels he had towered over you, observing the deadly calm on his face. Your gaze lingered on his lips for a second before flirting back to his intense hazel orbs.

You said barely above a whisper, scared your voice would betray your words. “You forget I’m great at this game, shadowsinger.”

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𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲, #𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 ★ ( modern au! headcannon )

★. . . introducing a new series and a new fandom 𓆩♡𓆪 this is a modern alternative universe of a court of throns and roses. this is only a headcanon! i'm not sure if i'm going to make this into a drabble. we'll see how this goes :) ★ . . . synopsis ⸻ you accidentally throw one to many parties a few... many times and now all of a sudden your landlord is kicking you out. who knew!? and on that unlucky day your angel from above found a "roommate needed" poster on one of the bullent board at school. desperate times calls for desperate measures. who knew this day and every single day after that would turn into the most luckest days in your life. 𓆩♡𓆪 ★ . . . note ⸻ female!blackreader, "the inner cirlce" will only consist of rhys, cassian, azriel for now and mor is not related to rhys in any shape or form.

it's been 3 months since the boys ⸻ ( not azriel apparently ) opened their hearts and their homes to you! and you still couldn't believe how things drastically changed, like you almost found a box to live in! Basically. but in all seriousness, you were extremely grateful. you didn't know where you were gonna end up 3 months ago so now, you carried nothing but gratitude in your heart.

however, living with three grown men can be a hassle and sometimes it can be overwheleming. with their scents suffocating you with every step they took around you and oh! did i mention that they are bigggg like fuck! with their muscle straining against their shirts and sometimes you would get caught staring at them; moslty rhys. but in all honselty it wasn't your fault!, like they should as least put on a shirt once or twice when you are around the house.

which brings up the topic of: ground rules you felt like yall needed some especially after the countless of times the boys would walk in on you changing or walking in on them. so it was perfect time to bring up this conversation

"honey, i'm home" cassian sang the words, with rhys snickering in the back and if you listen real close you can hear the huffs and grunts of azirel.

"hello, boys" you purred, you rose to your heels; trying carefully not to ruin your freshly panited nails. "i need to talk to yall." you stated clamly. the three tall giants gazed over you, azirel was puzzle, rhys show signs of concern and cassian just stuffed his big mouth with trail mix while the crumbles dropped periodically onto the shiny hardwodden floor.

you leaned back onto the kitchen counter, supporting yourself by your elbows. the small movemnet caused your chest to rise towards the celling and with your relaxed posture made the boys feel at ease. all three of them are insanely attractive that it even hurts to look at them.

rhys sat on the arm chair with his legs spreading wide as he steadied himself on it. your eyes didn't faltered, you didn't look down there you told yourself  it was a trap to look there and oh boy there were countless of times where rhys caught you looking.

cassian sat on the edge of the cushions with his elbows perched on his kness.

Azriel standing the farthest away from you and the boys. brooding and letting the shadows of his bedroom engulfed him as he leaned against his doorway.

"so.." you trailed, and they watched intensively. your eyes dropping to rhys to your dried toes. they let you gather your thoughts, “We need to lay some ground rules, or like at least mention it"  The invisible weight dropped off your shoulder, and so did they.

“oh, that's not so bad. you had me worried" cassian confessed. they all agreed in union.

you laughed, “How do feel about me bringing in guys over"  You swallowed. your eyes darted to Rhys, whose expression was shocked to Cassain who tried to hide his smile and Azriel looked puzzled. as if,  you looked like the type to never have a boyfriend or even mention a boy before.

 you felt offended, "well don't look so fucking shocked" you spit out. rhys inhaled deeply as his mouth began to move, "no no, i-its just-

"we don't mind"

your eyes landed on Cassain after he cut off Rhys. you locked eyes on him and somehow he had you under his spell, he was so easy to talk to, and by easy you meant; all he had to do was look at you, and then all of sudden your lips were moving and he's giving you nothing but warmth.

"good, cuz-

"no overnight stays." azriel stated firmly. he locked eyes with you.  holding you into his stare, like some sort type of competion.

 you pushed yourself of the counter and nodded your head in agrument.  "of course, this isn't a bed and breakfast. they leave before the sun comes up" you reply quickly. not backing down from he's intimate stare

"just keep the ...noise down" rhys mutters. you would of thought that you guys was talking about the bird and the bees in front of yall parents.  like im pretty sure they bring in girls here all the time, well.. actually you haven't see that or you haven't even seen them with a girl in the first place. and you are 100% sure that their asses is not celibate.

it kinda makes you wonder a bit.."so um what about you guys ?" you curled you lip behind you teeth. rhys drly chuckled, he turned around to face cassian and azriel. which made you even more curious to know their sexual relations. i mean, its none of your business but at the same time you can't help to wonder. like do they share women secretly? or are they embrassed to bring with them around because you're here. 

"uh, let's refocus. any more rules you got sweetheart?" your attention left rhys's who didn't stop staring to cassian who cheeks stained a pinkish color. you rasied your eyebrows, oh yeah they are definitely hiding something. and you have every intentions on finding out what. 

but for now you continue with your ground rules,

number one: one night stands leave before breakfast 

number two: knock, always knock. 

number three: no snooping. ( az looked at you when he said that )

number four: help with grocery, dishes, cooking etc. ( duh ) 

number five: split household chores/clean after yourselves ( the boys are clean people for the most part but just in case )

number six: no being half naked or naked in the presence of eachother ( very important!!) 

⸻ you know, you thought living with three full grown men would have cause you to pull out your hair in distress but now with ground rules in place you wouldn't mind living here full time. instead of a temporary stay, like you planned in the beginning. 

author's note: i wanted to write more but tumblr got this thing about can't go over 4000 thousands word count so i hope yall enjoy this!

comment and rebloging is appreciated not required :)

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Hey,

I love your work so much! I can’t get enough sapphic acotar content so finding your blog was a dream ✨

I was wondering if you might be interested in writing an x reader fic with either Mor or Nesta where the reader is a virgin and Mor/Nesta is showing her sex for the first time whilst teaching her some things. Totally understand if it’s not something you fancy writing though.

Thanks for sharing so many great fics 💖

copy me

Mor x f!Reader

Summary: Mor teaches you a few things 

Warnings: virgin reader, oral (f!receiving), soft domme mor?, nsfw this is pure smut, minors dni!

A/N: ahh thank you! I’m happy to provide <3

“I -” you swallowed harshly as Mor trailed her fingers down the valley of your breasts, gentle and teasing strokes. Your body tenses, the sensation unfamiliar but not unwelcome. She notices, and pauses, tilting her head. 

“Is this okay?” you hesitate at first, but nod. “It’s alright if it isn't," she adds, "talk to me.” 

“It’s alright,” you reply, turning on your side to face her, teeth digging into your bottom lip. Her thumb brushes against your bottom lip, releasing it from the hold, before tracing over your jaw line. A shudder runs down your spine, and her lips twist into a smile. 

“I want to touch you first,” you decide to copy her, your hand shakes as you reach for her face, tracing your thumb over her bottom lip. Her lips part, eyes focused on you. 

Tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip, you grow bolder, tracing the curve of her neck, her shoulder, around the curve of her breasts. Her hand stops yours and your eyes grow wide. 

“Here, I’ll show you,” she murmurs, guiding your hand to her breast, pressing over yours so you squeeze firmly. A low moan comes from the back of her throat, golden brown eyes never leaving yours.

“Copy me,” Mor gently tugs you up to sit. You both perch on your knees, facing each other. A bad habit flares, and your nails dig painfully into your palm. Mor notices, and gently grips your fingers, thumb running over the half moons you leave behind. Eager, you grab her other hand, running your own thumb over her palm. A half smile quirks at her lips. 

She releases your hand, instead her knuckle traces the underside of your breast. It takes you a few seconds to catch up, caught in the sensations, but you copy her movements. A small whimper escapes past your lips as she pinches your nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Her eyebrows rise, as if saying come on, and you release a slow breath, hand steadier this time as you first ran your thumb over it, flicking lightly watching as it hardens. The way her entire body reacts captivates you, and you copy her earlier movement, pinching just enough to get a reaction from her. 

“Good,” she praises, and your cheeks flush. 

Minutes later, you find yourself between her legs, Mor props up against a few pillows, watching you with an expression you can’t identify, but you hope it’s a good thing. 

Following what seems natural, you lower your head between her thighs. Anxiety starts to build, your hands shaking, but she runs her fingers through your hair before gently pressing your head down towards her core. 

Your tongue darts out, licking at her clit. She lets out a hum of content, and you repeat the movement. “A bit firmer,” she pants, “up and down.” Intent on pleasing her, you listen and pick up both your pace and pressure. 

Her hand grips the back of your hair almost to the point of pain, thighs clenching around your head, but you keep going - even as her words and instructions become muffled. You realize quickly how wet you are, just from bringing her this kind of pleasure. 

Her thighs fall to the side, her arms reach for you, tugging you up to lay against her body. She runs soothing strokes up and down your spine, “you’re a natural,” Mor presses a kiss to your forehead, and you duck your head, hiding against her chest. 

You squeal as she flips you over, thighs straddling your hips. “My turn.”

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face sitting w mor?

“Come here,” she says through a flurry of cheerful laughs. Mor pulls you on top of her, smiling from where she lays on the bed. Your clothes are discarded on the floor. You’re clad only in your underwear as you straddle Mor’s waist, carding your fingers through her hair. She purrs, massaging your hips and tugging at the fabric of your panties, as if she wants them off. You dip down, kissing everywhere you can. Along her collar, up her neck, her jaw. Mor moans softly, arching into the soft touch of your lips until she can’t take it anymore. “Please,” she sighs, “Please, sweets. I wanna taste you, come here.”

Biting your lip, you nod, shuffling around as Mor helps you drag your underwear down your legs. They’re flung across the room for you to find later. Soon enough, Mor has you hovering over her face, knees planted on each side of her head. She’s kissing the insides of your thighs, littering your soft skin with little love bites. Your hands are stuck in her hair, running your fingers through the thick locks as you breathe heavily in anticipation. “I’ve been waiting all day for this. For you.” She says between kisses, head lifting as she nears your sex. “Oh yeah?”

Mor gives your thigh a playful bite, causing you to gasp. “Mhm,” she hums, “Ever since I first tasted your sweet, little cunt. I can never get enough.” You’re taken off guard when Mor drags her tongue along your heat, through your wet folds, from your hole to your clit. Moaning out her name, your hips but and your fingers twist in her hair. Mor chuckles, her hands running up your legs to your backside. She squeezes, whispering against your sex, “Sit, sweets.”

Mor moans happily when you lower yourself onto her mouth. She laps at your cunt, greedily drinking down your juices. Her tongue dips inside your clenching hold and you can’t help but rock against her. Your gasping breaths and small whimpers are music to Mor’s ears, she loves hearing how good she’s making you feel. Her hands travel slowly up your body until she’s cupping your breasts. You whine softly as she teases your taut nipples, pinching and twisting and tugging. The added sensations makes your tummy flip with pleasure, your inner walls tightening around Mor’s tongue.

She sucks on your clit and you mewl. Tipping your head back and untangling your fingers from her hair to wrap your hands around her wrists. Mor’s skilled tongue flicks over your sensitive bud as she suckles. Her mouth and hands feel so good, she knows your body better that yourself. Your orgasm builds in the pit of your tummy, Mor winds the coil inside you. Tighter and tighter. Mor moans against you, the vibrations setting your nerves on edge. “So good, you’re so good,” You’re mumbling praises through each whimper that passes your lips. The female beneath you knows that as your words become breathier, you are becoming closer to that euphoric high. She hums in response, continuing to feast on you while you grind your cunt against her mouth.

She focuses on your pulsing clit. Switching between flicking intricate patterns with the tip of her tongue and suckling with just the right amount of pressure to make your thighs tremble.

You’re right on the edge. A soft sob escapes you, your brows scrunch. As you desperately chase the high Mor urges you towards. “M’gonna-” You whimper loudly, “Gonna cum for you.” Mor whines with excitement, sucking hard on your clit to give you that final push over the edge into the depths of pleasure.

You cry out as you climax, falling forwards onto your hands. Mor laugh is muffled against you, her arms wrapping around your thighs to keep your cunt planted on her face. She kitten licks your clit, helping you ride out the waves of your high. Your body twitches with each stroke of Mor’s tongue, the overstimulation pulling whimpers from your throat. When she’s sure you’ve come down, her tongue dips through your folds to collect the cum and slick dripping from your little hole. The erotic sounds of her slurping cause you to shiver.

“You taste so good, sweets. Nuh-uh, come back. I want more,” She whines, following you when you turn over onto your back. You can’t help but giggle when Mor pushes your thighs apart to delve back into your sex. You moan at the feeling yet reach for her, “I think it’s my turn.” Huffing when she doesn’t respond, you continue, “My turn to taste you.” Mor only throws you a serious glance, as if to tell you she’s not budging. So, you use your only tactic in winning her over….

“Please, mommy,” Her tongue still toying with your cunt only causes your voice to sound that much more needier, “Please, wanna taste mommy so bad.”

The noise Mor release sounds like both a snarl and a sob. But she begins to crawl up your body, tongue flicking across her bottom lip to collect the last of your juices. “You’re playing dirty, sweets.” You try to hide your grin, you really do. However her glistening cunt is far too distracting as she mounts your face like you’re her throne. “I’m sorry, mommy,” your teeth nip the skin of her inner thigh, “But it gets me what I want…”

[decomposing-writer]

Night Court Ladies NSFW Headcanons

A/N: I did the batboys so naturally I had to do the ladies as well. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know if you would want to see any other characters in the MaasVerse!

DISCLAIMER: (MINORS DNI) Suggestive but also not really. Nothing insane though obviously NSFW.

AMREN: Voyeurism → She would 100% want to watch you, perhaps with Varian. She would order you to ride him hard, while she sits nearby rubbing her clit in time with you. Getting closer and closer as she watches you shove yourself down on her lover’s cock repeatedly. Ordering Varian to tweak your nipples with one hand while his other grasps your neck. Her eyes only on you despite his proximity, as she guides you to completion. 

MOR: Oral → Pleasing you with her mouth would be her favorite pastime. Watching your back arch as she buries her tongue inside of you again and again. Holding your thighs open so that she can watch the way your pebbled nipples undulate while she rubs your clit simultaneously. Not stopping until you give her everything and then some. 

FEYRE: Tribadism → The High Lady loves tribbing with you, especially if you are below her. Her favorite position is your leg over her shoulder, as it gives her a perfect view of your writhing form. She will work your hips in tandem with hers but will control the tempo. Making a point of stopping if you are too close to cumming before her. Or slowing her thrusts the slightest bit if she feels like you need a reminder of who’s in charge. 

ELAIN: Kissing → Elaine is a romantic, and though she's fine with any kind of lovemaking with you, she does prefer kisses to always be involved. Whether it's slow flicks of your tongues against one another, as you grind together. Or breathy lip biting to go with your heavy petting. She would always enjoy her lips on your own. 

NESTA: Strap-On → She is absolutely a switch, and in this case using a strap on you would be her favorite. Nesta would take you from behind in deep strokes, while propped on one knee. Guiding your hips back onto her own while keeping you in a deep arch for her. She wouldn’t allow you to hide your moans either, making a point of snatching a fist full of your hair so that she could hear every bit of the pleasure she was wringing from you. 

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Zoyaofthegardvn's A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

A/N: Here is a list of my ACOTAR fics! If you'd like to send in a request, be sure to check my general masterlist first. Happy reading :)

General Masterlist

🔥 - indicates smut (18+ plz)

Mor x reader -

Tied up 🔥

In which Mor is needy, and reader ties her up...

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Just some dirty headcanons about Mor in the bedroom...

Clingy

In which reader overhears Mor say something not too nice about her... miscommunication enuses!

New Friends, Old Insecurities | Part 2 (requested)

In which Mor has been spending a lot of time with Emerie, and reader can't take feeling neglected anymore.

You're Perfect, My Love (requested)

In which reader feels insecure about their body, and Mor eventually catches on.

Nesta Archeron x reader -

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Just some dirty headcanons about Nesta in the bedroom...

Because I Love You, Idiot (requested)

In which Nesta keeps sabotaging reader's dates, reader gets angry, and during their argument, some feelings are admitted.

[redbleedingrose]

Always - Part 6

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You and Azriel have been best friends for years after you joined the inner circle as the top healer in Velaris. But with Elain and Nesta’s recent arrival, Azriel has begun to ignore your friendship in favor of being together with Elain. You are heartbroken, and it is Starfall where you will be confined in the house of wind with Azriel and Elain. Everything will be okay though… right?

Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI, 18+), angst, straight up angst, cursing, first time writing Word count ~ 4.8k. Masterlist  Part 7

A/N: Hello my lovely readers!!! Thank you so much for your patience and everlasting support. The end is fucking near!!!!! I think part 7 may be your last part followed with an epilogue. I really struggled to write the smut in this chapter, and its kinda shocking considering the amount of smut I read lmfao. But, we got through it. Step 1 studying is keeping me busy, so please send some positive vibes. I love your comments, reblogs, likes, and asks, so please please please keep them coming. I am in constant need of validation as a writer; any interaction means so much to me. I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I did, and as always (no pun intended), I hope it does the other parts justice. 

Azriel shushes you, kissing away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “I will Y/N,” he whispers into his kisses. His scarred hands traveled up your waist from where he was straddling you, up to your hands that lay beside your head, fisting the silk sheets beneath. His fingers gently pull your grasp open before intertwining your hands together, his half-lidded gaze meets yours as he peers into your soul. The only sounds filling your bedroom are the sounds of your breath mixing with his. The only light in the room is coming from the fire cracking in the hearth, darkness swarms the room as his shadows cocoon you both into the bed. Impatience was growing steadily within you, you arched your back, bucking your hips against his, “Az- please,” but he only pressed further into you, stopping any movement. But you felt it, his hard length catching right where you needed him, his membranous wings flared out covering the entire bed. A whimper escaped you as your eyes fluttered shut, remembering the drunk conversations with Morr and Feyre about the correlation of wing span and a not so inconspicuous part of Illyrian males. “Patience dove, We have all the time in the world. You’re mine.” 

You wanted to snark back at him. But you couldn't, not when the smell of his arousal overwhelmed every one of your senses. Gods, you wanted him desperate for you. You wanted him to be frenzied for you. 

Finally, after what felt like centuries trapped beneath him in waiting, Azriel squeezed your hands thrice, “Open your eyes for me, sweetheart.” You forced your eyes open as he dropped his head into your neck, pressing rough kisses into your skin as his fingers moved to play with the waistband of your pants. He kept moving up and down, kissing and licking every inch of your skin, trying to find your most sensitive part that would cause you to shatter beneath him. Breathless. You were fucking breathless. You couldn’t breathe. Every part of you was consumed by him. And he was only fucking kissing your neck. But you never wanted him to stop. You wanted him to kiss you forever. You wanted him to love on you forever. He shuddered against you when he lapped at your skin, allowing himself to savor your taste. Your moan fused with your gasp right when he bit into that juncture between your neck and collarbone, arching your back, trying to egg him on. He shifted swiftly, focusing his efforts onto suckling at the tender spot, soothing it in apology as your skin darkened.

He slowly pulled away, like he was struggling to do so, like he wanted to continue devouring your neck, and turned his half lidded gaze to you, tugging at your pants, silently asking for permission. Puffs of breath between you intermingled as you leaned your head back into the soft pillow behind you, closing your eyes once again as you nodded lightly, the excitement, the anticipation of it all, overwhelming you. That's how it was with Az, overwhelming. Even when you were just friends, every part of him was all consuming. You could never get enough. Azriel, ever the inquisitive one, received your signal almost immediately, tugging your pants off in a smooth motion. 

His breath caught, head falling into your shoulder as he caught sight of your throbbing sex. Every drop of pleasure drips down to your thighs and onto the bed. You shivered when he bit into your shoulder this time, hard, teeth leaving indents into the smooth skin. “Mother above,” he rasped out, “No panties sweetheart?” He let out a shaky breath, the scent of his arousal became much more potent in your bedroom, and he gripped your chin, pulling you forward, “Eyes open, Y/N.” An order from the spymaster that had your eyes shooting open. The tone in his voice to anyone else would have had them trembling at their knees, begging for mercy, but here, with you, that tone. That voice. It told you everything. It told you that he was losing control, quickly, and that he was desperately trying to get a handle on it. 

You smirked up at him, finally having the upper hand. You didn’t need to respond, you had him just where you wanted him, just where you needed him. Every second that passed between you felt more urgent then the next. And he was going to give in. Give in to you.This patient act of the spymaster was just that, an act. Gods, it was practically his job to be patient, but you knew. You were seconds from pushing him over the edge, and you knew that when he would fall over, only carnal desire would be left in him. You hiked your legs onto his hip, giving him full view and access to your cunt. He sucked in a sharp breath as his digits dipped into your folds, stroking up to your clit, circling once, tightly, before pulling away, enjoying himself as he watched you respond to his touch. Gods, you could scream. Rumor has it Az was the darkest and the most relentless in his bedroom activities compared to his brothers. Cauldron boil you, his endless teasing was only proof. And you wanted it to stop. But you also wanted him to keep going, to see how far he could push you into depravity, as shameless as it sounded. 

His grip on your chin turned your gaze away from him and towards his glistening fingers that he had lifted into view, soaked with your arousal as he brought them up to his lips, sucking off the juices as he whined out at your taste. “This all for me, Dove?” 

He sounded… Gods, he sounded intoxicated. Intoxicated off you. You whimpered in response, nodding eagerly, trying to get him to touch you, to fuck you, anything as all the blood rushed down to where you ached. You flung your arms away from their resting place beside you, and reached down to tear his shirt off, desperate for more. Desperate for more contact. Desperate for more skin. Desperate for him. The spymaster’s teasing left you insatiable, you couldn't get enough, you could never get enough. Before you could lift his shirt up past his waist, his shadows gripped onto your wrists, pulling them away and locking them up above your head. Restraining you from another further movement. 

The shadowsinger’s chest rose and fell with harsh breaths, as he tried to collect himself from your admission, his restraint completely lost. He tapped at your thighs, and unlatched your legs from his waist silently, fingers moving to grip your thighs as he lowered himself to face your sex, like he needed some kind of support to keep him from collapsing. He breathed in once, twice, hazel eyes rolling back at your scent, before blowing his exhale onto the sensitive skin causing you to writhe, “Az, please.” You didn’t know how much more waiting you could handle. You felt like you were going to explode. His eyes locked onto yours, the sudden voice knocking him out of his stupor. His swollen lips lifted into a smirk at you, “So needy for me, dove,” before he latched onto your core and moaned into you. 

You jerked against his lips, panting out his name, trying to squeeze your legs shut at the sudden electrifying sensation. You almost fell apart right then and there, you whimpered at him, “Fuck baby.” His fingers clenched at your thighs, his grip tight enough to leave light bruising for you to deal with in the morning, and his shadows wrapped around your ankles, pulling you apart to hold you open for him to feast upon. He gave you a long broad stroke through your folds before he swirled his tongue around your clit, over and over and over and over again. He pulled back for just a second to blow a whisper of air on it, the cool air caused your entire body to shudder, before going back in to lick, suck, kiss at the flesh. His scarred digits brushed against your opening, circling it a couple of times as his tongue flicked his name onto your mound before pushing in. 

Your jaw dropped, as he stroked one finger, and then two, and then three, into your silky inner walls. Pounding his fingers in and out, in and out, with no mercy. His fingers curved and hit the spongy part of your inner wall spontaneously, a strangled noise left you as he adjusted his focus onto rubbing right there. He huskily purred into you, “taste so good f’me sweetheart.” Your cunt clamped down at his words, trying to keep him inside, begging him to keep going, begging him to never stop.

Your heart was racing out of your chest, every part of you was burning from the heat, as you felt your core tighten. The coiling tension in your abdomen was building at a steady pace. You were trembling, nerves on fire, his name coming out in gasps. Only his name and nothing else, nothing could come to mind. “Cum for me, dove.” His command was so strong. So powerful. “Cum for me,” he groaned again. Your eyes squeezed shut, and a golden thread snapped into place, as the tension in you broke, choked sobs leaving your lips, waves of pleasure racked your entire shaking body, as your walls began to spasm and contract around his fingers. 

Pleasure. Jaw dropping pleasure. Mind-empty pleasure. Tears slipping down your cheeks pleasure. Colors bursting around you pleasure. Unimaginable pleasure. Coursing through you. Coursing through that thread, down to the other end. Sinking to your pores. Slipping into the very cells that make you up. You couldn’t think. Nothing had settled in. Only Az. Everything that ever was, everything that is, everything that ever will be is him. Is the spymaster. Is the shadowsinger. Is Azriel. 

The aftershock rocked your body as you slumped over, trying to catch your breath for the first time in what felt like hours, Azriel’s whispers came to the forefront of your mind, “So good for me, sweetheart,” dulling out any attention to the recent thread that had appeared within you. He continued as he pulled his fingers out of you tenderly, “You did so good for me, I’m so proud of you.” He slowly kneaded at your thighs, kissing gently into the taut skin trying to get you to relax. His shadows release you from where you were held, as you continue to pant from the aftermath. Your eyes stayed shut, trying to focus on the sound of your voice when it hit you. 

The thread. The fucking thread. You tried to stay calm, not wanting to give anything away to Azriel. You gave a slow tug at the thread, expecting for nothing to come back, but to confirm that it was there. That you were not imagining it. Because if you were imagining it… well you don’t think you could handle that. What you weren’t expecting was the yank back, the pleasure and happiness and worry streaming down back at you. What you weren't expecting was the silent words that Azriel mouthed into your skin, “I love you mate.” 

You barely heard it, locked into focus on the bond that had appeared at your climax. He mouthed it into your skin so quietly, you literally almost entirely missed it in the haze of it all. But words like that, they weren’t ones to be missed. They weren’t ones to be ignored. No. Those words were more. They were more than that. They- They rung. They rung in your head. They rung loud as your body froze. Ice water poured over you, as if a bucket of it had been flung onto you by Azriel himself. And suddenly, your breathlessness wasn’t from pleasure anymore, but from confusion. Any remaining bits of pleasure in your body were flung out by the words, replaced by the strain of trying to comprehend. Trying to comprehend the words he had just uttered. Trying to comprehend that your mating bond had snapped. Trying to comprehend that Azriel had felt it and tugged back. Azriel had tensed with you at the realization of what he had just admitted. Words that he probably never meant to slip out. His shadows suddenly flung around, the cool darkness of them covered him up as if he was trying to hide himself from you. 

It felt as though you had been stung by him. You shoved him off of you, your eyes darting back and forth between his pleading ones, as you scrambled to pull the comforter that had been shoved aside by your earlier activities to cover yourself. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to say. After all this time, the words that you had craved for, the words that you had prayed for day in and day out, left you feeling stung. “What the fuck did you just say?” you blurted out. You couldn’t understand. You didn’t understand. You wanted to make sure you heard correctly, even though you were one hundred and ten percent sure of the words he had just uttered into your thigh. 

“Y/N,” Azriel's voice croaked as he murmured out your name, he reached out to touch you? Hold you? But your body jerked back. You didn’t want him to hold you. Not until he explained himself. Not until he told you what was going on. Not until he… well… you didn’t even know. The thought of him holding you right now made your skin itch, only seconds ago your body was shattered beneath him in pleasure, and now? Now, you couldn’t even think of that. Now, all the pain from this past week and month was coursing through you, through your bond, straight into him. His face fell at the sensation, and he dropped his arm back to his side, clenching his fists as he did so, staring at them with disgust. You repeated yourself again, voice louder, almost hysterical this time. 

His eyes shut tightly, and he took a couple of breaths before he throatily replied, “I love you Y/N. And I am your mate. And you are mine.” The last bit was so quiet, it muddled with the crackling of the embers and wood in the fireplace. You were completely and utterly stunned. This was not how you expected for your night to go. This was not how you expected for all this to go down. In fact, you had almost thought to yourself a couple of different times that any feelings you had towards Az, were unrequited. Especially when Elain had come into the picture. The thought of Elain brought on a whole shitload of questions to your attention.

Exhaustion threatened you, it made you want to collapse and tell Azriel to leave. Your heart had fallen deep in your chest, the knot in your throat paralyzed you. But you knew, gods you knew, the only way you and Az were going to get through this, was to talk it out right now. Selfishly, you didn’t want to. You wanted to go back and rewind time to a couple minutes ago and live in it forever, and forget that this had ever happened. You wanted to stop this moment from continuing because you were scared, and you were angry.  The flames of anger towards Azriel shot out, dread filled you because now everything that had happened these past few months was made worse. 

The thought of not knowing why Azriel pushed you away had become a thousand times heavier in your chest, he had known you were mates. He had known you were mates, and yet he still pushed you away. You hissed out, trying to maintain your composure, trying to not let him see how much this was effecting you, trying to build distance between you and on top of that a wall to separate you two, “How fucking long have you known?” Any intimacy that you had held for him during this night, was lost into the darkness of his shadows. You silently hoped that the bond had just snapped for him as well, but his reactions to your anger and sadness were only pointing you in the other direction.  His wings tucked tightly into his back, he almost cowered at your tone and hesitated, “I’ve known since-,” you interrupted him, throwing any mental shields up, trying to block him out from the bond, and already impatient with his slowed response time, “Since when Spymaster?” He flinched at the name as though he hated hearing you call him that, a pained whimper left his lips at you distancing yourself from him, “A little before under the mountain.” 

Hell had fucking frozen over. You laughed breathlessly in shock, it wasn’t funny. No, this was the most confused you had ever been. Since before Amarantha’s reign? That had been more than half a century ago. A mix of emotions were flooding through you, as you tried to process what Azriel was saying. A mix of happiness because mother above, how you were in love with Azriel words could not describe, but also pain because of the loss of time you could’ve shared together, pain because of his recent acts of pushing you away, pain because he had hid this from you, confusion as to why he hid this from you. 

Why hadn’t he said anything? In all your years of knowing him, Azriel was the kind of male who obsessed after mating bonds. He had told you himself, many different times: whenever he was drunk, whenever he was sober, whenever he was jealous of his brother's bonds, how he wished and prayed for a mate. How he wished and prayed for his equal. How he would adore her and love her. “Even if she’s a fucking worm, Y/N,” he would reply, grinning at your ridiculous questions. Was he upset or disappointed by our match? Was he going to reject you for Elain? Was he ashamed? The ugly doubts all reared its head at you. All of your doubts. All the devastating emotions you had felt in the past couple of months, slammed back into you. 

You couldn’t think straight, all these thoughts and doubts were overwhelming with the pain. And you couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t deal with it any longer. It was stifling. “Were you even going to tell me before you slept with me?” The question was spit out, the knot in your throat was nearly choking you. You didn’t let him respond, “Please get out of my home Azriel.” You were the kind of person who said things they didn’t mean out of anger. And you were sure that if he stayed in your presence any longer, those words would come tumbling out. And there would be no way to fix the already existing damage. The damage that he had fucking done on what was supposed to be a beautiful and sacred bond. 

His gaze snapped to yours, tears were streaming down his cheeks as his face twisted in agony. You needed to come to terms with everything. Come to terms with the fact that he hid this bond, what was supposed to be a beautiful and happy thing, from you. Come to terms with the fact that he had pushed you away for months, knowing that you had been bonded with him. Come to terms that he might want to reject this bond, this beautiful, wonderful bond that you had prayed for. The thought made you shudder, heart dropping even further than it already had, but you had to come to grips with reality. Why else would he push you away? Why else would he focus so much of his time and attention on Elain, rather than focus on you and building your bond? None of it made sense. 

Azriel jostled, pulling you away from your thoughts, as though he could hear them and was hurting at them, he leaned towards you and grabbed onto your hands tightly, squeezing thrice.“No, no, no. Please Y/N. I am not letting you do this again. I am not letting you shove me out-” 

“You pushed me away Azriel,” you screamed with only venom in your voice, hysteria seeding through every part of you as you mentally placed bricks between you and him, blocking him off from reaching you through the bond. You didn’t know if you wanted him to remove his hands and never let him close again, or if you wanted him to hold on and let his warmth seep into your freezing flesh. You continued, “Even now, even after everything, you still don’t see where you went wrong, Az.” Panic oozed from him, draining the scent of arousal from your room, the bitter scent of his fear surrounding you. His eyes tried frantically to meet yours, begging you to look at him, begging you to see him. But you had seen him. For several months. As he ignored you. As he let you believe your friendship meant nothing to him. As he let you believe that you were being replaced. 

Even when Azriel was obsessed with Morr, he never let you doubt your place in his life. He was always there with you. He was always so reassuring of your presence, always so wanting of you. Anytime you were busy with patients, he would wait, hours upon hours, for the chance to speak with you. Anytime you were busy with paperwork, he would rush to help you so he could get even the slightest bit of your attention. And you could handle that. Because you loved him, and even though he longed after another, a small part of you knew that he loved you. Even if his love was platonic, it was enough. But with Elain, Gods you didn’t want to go through this again. You didn’t want to think about it again, you had been mulling over it for the past week, for the past couple of months, and you were sick of it. 

His mouth dropped open before snapping shut, several times, trying to let the words spill out, but all of them seemed to be stuck on the tip of his tongue. You had never seen Azriel so speechless, so stressed. Every part of him, the tight wings, his straightened back, his scarred hands gripping tightly onto yours, his shadows darting around the room screeching at him to say something, anything to rectify the situation pointed towards his distress. Part of you felt sorry for him, but you couldn’t let your love for him, your devotion to him, stop you from knowing the truth. The truth about why he had hidden this from you and had acted the way he had. Even if Azriel was your mate, you knew that it is important that you didn’t let him treat you this way, didn’t let him get away with what he had been doing. Because best friends don’t do that to each other. Mates don't do that to each other. 

You rambled out your sorrow, filling the silence between you, “Azriel, I can’t. I can’t do this if you don’t see what you did to me. You hurt me, to the point where I couldn’t breathe for a week. To the point where I couldn’t get myself out of bed for a week. I deserve better than that. And…  and I think you know that. And to now hear that you knew? You have known all this time, that we were mates, that you could feel my pain and had known about it. So I guess… I guess I don’t understand what it is that you were trying to do. I-... I don’t understand. I don’t understand you, Az.” You feel broken. You didn't want to admit it, but even if Az gave you an amazing apology or explanation for the way he had acted, you weren’t sure it would be enough… enough for you to move on from this. You didn’t know how you were going to come back from this. How you both were going to come back from this. “All I know for certain Az, is that I would’ve never done this to you. Never.” Your voice broke as you leaned back to stare at him, listening to what he has to say, giving him the chance to speak. 

He brought his hands to yank at his hair, his eyes were squeezed shut as tears slid down his cheeks, uncontrollable sobs escaping him, racking his chest. Ebbs of his regret reached you through the bond despite the mental block you had set up, which only meant the force of his regret was all consuming to him. His shadows swarmed you, trying to pull you in closer to their master, their cool touch leaving goosebumps on your naked skin. He took deep breaths as he tried to block out the ache in his chest, to concentrate on finding the right words to tell you everything that he had been thinking this past week, these past months, this half century he had lived in silence. 

At this point, you desperately wanted him to defend himself, you wanted him to explain, you wanted him to take the pain away, you wanted him to show he adores and loves you, prove he wants you. Because you were scared he didn’t. His earlier confession meant nothing in the face of your new reality you were coming to grips with. 

You had left the ball in his court. And you both knew that. You both also knew that this was the moment, the defining moment which would decide whether or not you would even allow the chance for Azriel to make up for his mistakes. He knew that this would be the moment you would decide if your relationship would move forward, or if you were going to let him go. And cauldron boil him alive for all he cares, he never wants you to let him go. He would rather burn alive a hundred times, heal over and over, just to be burnt alive again, knowing the pain already, his scarred hands bearing the evidence, rather than you letting him go, rather than you moving on however undeserving he is to have you, rather than you rejecting the bond. 

The tears continued to streak down his face, he gasped out in between his sobs, “Please Y/N. I am begging you, if you want I'll get on my knees. I promise you one hundred percent honesty, no lies, no deception, only the truth. Just… just don’t let this be the way we end tonight. Please. Please.” He reached his hand out again, hoping, praying on all the gods in the stars, on the mother above, on the cauldron, on whatever existed out there he didn’t know of, that you would hold onto it, that you would give him some semblance of reassurance that you would listen he knew he didn't deserve. 

And your traitorous hands reach out on their own volition to latch on, squeezing tight, trying to calm him, trying to reassure him, your love for him going beyond any description. “Okay,” you whispered out knowing he would hear you over his sobs. You weren’t sure that his explanation would be enough. But you wanted to know. You wanted to hear what he had to say. A big part of you that you buried deep within you wanted to forgive him. The feeling of hope snaked through you, as you prepared to listen to him. This time, without any interruption, without any judgment.  

He shuddered in a heavy breath, silencing his sobs. He had one chance to make this right, and he knew his fate was resting on his shoulders. “I want to start off by saying, I am sorry Y/N. I am so unbelievable and unimaginably sorry. I cannot express enough how sorry I am, but if you give me the chance, I will show you, every day, for the rest of our lives how sorry I am. I mean… I-,” he paused, and you squeezed his hand again, urging him to continue, “I want you to know that you have a choice here. You have a choice to accept the bond or reject the bond.” He shuddered as he whispered it out into existence, “I promise I won’t get in the way of whatever decision you want to make, and I promise to accept it, no matter the outcome. I… I don’t know where to begin.” His hazel eyes lifted to yours, pleading, he was floundering in fear. Tears brimmed at your eyes, you squeezed his hand once more, “Start at the beginning Az.”

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Crawling Back to You - Cassian x Reader SMUT

Hiiii. A lil bit of Cassian smut. This isn't very good but a couple of people have requested Cassian smut now and I was in the mood for it so here ya go!

Warnings: SMUUUUUUT.

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You were so very, very late. And Cassian wasn’t going to let you forget it. 

Usually you were the first to turn up at the training sessions — and not just because of the Illyrian General that made your heart flutter every time you looked at him. You enjoyed working your stresses out through the various manoeuvres you’d been taught, and seeing the progress you made from week to week. 

Today, you’d just…overslept. Perhaps you shouldn’t have stayed up so late reading.

“Thanks for flying me up.” You clapped Rhys on the shoulder, jumping from his arms. It’d been lucky that he just so happened to be going up to the House of Wind himself; no way were you ready to attempt the stairs. 

“Not a problem.” Rhys said—-and smirked. “Good luck.”

Gods, you were going to need it. Cassian seemed to go harder on you than anyone else. He seemed to have an affinity for pushing you to near breaking point. 

You were starting to think he didn’t like you. Or, at the very least, that your not-so-subtle attraction towards him irritated him.

You tore your way up the stairs to the roof, bursting through the door to find training very much already in session. Cassian was barking commands across the training ring, his hair slicked back and his muscles poking through his shirt. 

You probably would have been able to slip in unnoticed if you hadn’t stopped to gawk at him. 

As if he could merely sense your arrival, he whipped his head in your direction, narrowing his eyes. Great. That ferocious look usually meant a bad mood. 

“Have a nice lie-in, Y/N?” He snapped, striding over to you. “How kind of you to join us.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled, brushing past him. “Had a late night.”

“I’m not interested in who you fucked last night. Either take the training seriously or don’t bother.”

You raised an eyebrow, but kept your mouth tightly shut as you began your stretches. You’d learned that when Cassian got into moods like this, there was no winning with him. It was best if you just kept your head down.

But once you’d warmed up and got stuck in to your usual exercises, you found you actually missed his usual bite that accompanied your training sessions. He’d ordinarily bark at you to do ten extra push-ups or criticise the strength behind your one-twos. 

Today, he barely glanced at you. 

Something must have really gotten under his skin. 

You tried to ignore it; it wasn’t your business. Cassian was hardly your friend — although he seemed to be a friend to the other females you trained with, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting a bit that you appeared to be the only one he didn’t have much time for. But you also couldn’t deny the concern rising in you. 

It was when you stopped to take a drink of water, your heart thudding, that Cassian walked past you. And you found yourself blurting out, “Is something wrong?”

He stopped, angling his body towards you — and narrowed his eyes, like you were crossing a line just by asking that. “Other than the fact that I bust my ass coming up here to train you and you don’t bother to show up on time?”

“Mother above, Cassian, I said I was sorry—”

“Great—but I don’t want apologies. I want to train people who want to be trained, and who don’t just come up here to check me out when I take my shirt off.”

Your mouth fell open, your cheeks burning. You didn’t know whether to throw your water at him and storm off, or run and hide in pure humiliation. 

So he had noticed your attraction to him. And it did get on his nerves. 

His eyes shuttered as if even he realised his low blow — but you turned before he could say anything else. You slammed your cup down on the small table, storming past your group of friends. 

“Y/N?” Nesta frowned, but you were already striding off.

Fine. This was fine. If Cassian didn’t want you looking at him, you wouldn’t even fucking acknowledge him. You’d get on with your training and stay out of his way. 

Whatever. Fine. Totally fine.

*

Later that week, you found yourself at Rita’s with Mor, sinking drinks and trying to pretend that you hadn’t been thinking of Cassian for the last four days.

You didn’t know why it hurt you so much. Maybe because he was so charismatic and personable when it came to absolutely anybody but you. Maybe because he gave them dazzling smiles and bothered to stop and chat with them, to joke with them. 

He’d never, ever bothered to do those things with you since Nesta had invited you to train with her, four months after you’d first met in a bookshop. And yet it still hurt that he’d be so gods-damn rude. 

“You’re putting them away tonight.” Mor raised her eyebrows at you, gesturing to your drink. “Got sorrows to drown?”

“Something like that.” You slid the empty glass away from you, grabbing her arm. “Come on. I wanna dance.” 

She followed you with a trilling laugh, always up for a chance to throw her blonde hair back and let her body sway to the music. But as you stepped onto the dance floor, the approaching figures in your periphery had you faltering, tripping over your own feet. 

Rhys, Feyre, Azriel — Cassian. 

“There you are.” Mor grinned. You hadn’t even known she’d invited them. “Grab some drinks and come dance with us.” 

You could feel his gaze on you – Cassian’s. And try as you might to avoid it, your eyes flickered to his, your entire body going hot. It seemed almost as if he was trying to catch your eye, to communicate something without speaking. 

But you ripped your gaze away and allowed Mor to pull you onto the dance floor. 

It was easy to get lost in the chaos of the dance floor. To become one with the other swaying bodies, the music, and to enjoy the feeling of hands all over you, even when you didn’t know whose they were. You were relentless, never tiring, your body continuing to move as one song rolled into another. Mor had somehow ended up at the other side of the floor, dancing with a friend you didn’t know – leaving you alone. Open. 

The male that approached you had been watching you for a while. Tall, dark and ruggedly handsome, he smirked at you as he approached, his eyes flicking down your body and back up. 

“Dance with me,” He shouted over the music, his hands brushing your hips. 

“In a minute.” You grinned teasingly, sliding out of his light grasp. “I’m getting another drink.”

You were hot all over, tingling gloriously and feeling like you were floating. This was exactly what you’d wanted to achieve tonight; to forget how hurt you truly were by Cassian’s scolding, to forget that you had feelings for him. To feel something besides the sting of rejection. 

You sauntered back over to the bar, ordering another of the fruity cocktails you’d been enjoying all evening. You leaned your body against it as you watched your drink being prepared – and were so entranced by the different coloured liquids mixing together in the glass that you didn’t notice the huge presence suddenly beside you. 

“There you are.” Cassian said, leaning down so you could hear him over the music. “I was looking for you.” 

You paid the bartender with a quick thanks, barely giving the Illyrian male a glance. “Why?” 

“I wanted to talk to you—to apologise.” 

“Forget it.” Sipping your drink, you eased yourself past him. “I’m gonna dance. Enjoy your night.” 

“Y/N…”

His voice was swallowed amongst the music as you pushed your way back through the crowd, a slight feeling of triumph stirring inside you. 

If he didn’t want you to stare at him, to show attraction for him – fine. 

There were plenty of other males around here. 

*

You danced and danced with the handsome male until the movements were sloppy, sensual, more akin to fucking with your clothes on than actually dancing. 

“We should get out of here.” He breathed into your ear. “We can go back to mine.” 

Perfect. He was clearly interested, and why shouldn’t you be, too? You shot him a smile over your shoulder and nodded. 

“Just using the bathroom.” He smirked. “Wait for me outside.” 

As he disappeared in the other direction, you wended your way through the still-dancing bodies, finding the entrance and stumbling out onto the street. The air was a pleasant, icy blast, cooling your too-hot body and calming your thundering heart. You allowed yourself to slump against the wall, tipping your head back and smiling up at the sky. 

“His name is Ryckard, and you’re not going home with him.” 

“Shit.” You damn near jumped out of your skin, straightening yourself out and blinking up at the male standing in front of you. “What are you doing, Cassian?” 

“Stopping you from making a stupid mistake.” He grabbed your hand suddenly, tugging you round to the dark alley that dipped down the side of Rita’s. “Every time I see him, he’s leering at females. Which is even more disgusting considering he has a wife.”

“What–”

“Don’t believe me? Ask him. He’s married to one of the musicians that performs in The Rainbow.” 

You grimaced, rubbing your arms. All lust you’d felt mere seconds ago had disappeared, leaving you with nothing but disgust – and annoyance. Why did every male you came into contact with have to be such a dick?

“You’ll regret it if you go with him.” Cassian said, his voice softer. 

“Then I’ll just…go home.” You pushed past him – maybe a bit too hard. Your tone was clipped as you ground out, “Thank you for telling me.” 

But you’d barely made a step towards the mouth of the alley before he grabbed your hand again, yanking you back.

“Look, I’m sorry for the other day.” He stared down at you. “I’d been to Windhaven that morning and Devlon got under my skin. But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“No.” You ripped your hand away. “You shouldn’t have. But then, you’re always a complete prick to me, so I don’t know why I’m surprised.” 

“What–”

“Don’t concern yourself, Cassian.” You stepped away again. “I won’t be checking you out anymore.” 

It was so sudden, you barely registered what happened. So quickly, your back was pressed against the cold brick of the wall — and Cassian’s body was pressed against yours. 

“I didn’t mean what I said.” He growled. “I try to put distance between us so that I keep things professional with training. But I like the way you look at me. I don’t want you to stop.” 

You scoffed. “I’m sure you do like it. A nice ego boost, huh?” 

“A beautiful female staring at me every chance she gets? Course it is.” 

“Prick.” 

“Maybe.” He breathed, leaning down until his lips brushed your neck. “But I’d rather be your prick.”

Before you could muster a sharp response, those lips of his pressed against your neck, and your whole body tensed. He smiled against you, trailing small, quick kisses down to your collarbones. Down, down to the plunging neckline of your dress.

“Cassian…” You murmured, not even sure what you planned to say. 

But then he pulled his lips away.

And sank to his knees on the cold, hard ground. 

“What are you doing?” You breathed, your heart picking up as you watched him. 

“Apologising.” He hummed, his large, warm hands moving round to clasp the backs of your legs. “Making up for being a prick.” 

“...Oh.”

His answering laugh was wicked, and his eyes shot up to yours, a smirk playing on his lips. “Unless you want me to stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” 

Grinning, he leaned in, his nose nudging your leg as he so, so slowly dragged his hands up your legs. They stilled as they brushed the hem of your dress, and his fingers teased the material, daring to slip under.

“You’ve wanted this for a long time.” He mused darkly, peeling your dress up just an inch. “...And you want it now. I can smell it.” 

A staggered breath fell from your lips. “Get on with it then, you prick.” 

With a laugh so dark, so delicious, you felt it in your core, he met your eyes again – and then pulled the hem of your dress up. Exposed your bottom half to the cold night air. 

“No underwear.” His head fell into a tilt. “You beautiful, naughty female.” 

“Yeah. Well.” You swallowed, watching as he nudged your legs apart. “I knew someone would be getting between my thighs tonight.” 

He answered with a growl – and then surged forward, placing his mouth on your centre with one long, licked stripe. 

“Shit.” You gasped at the sudden sensation, the warmth of his tongue against you, your body jerking. 

“Let me make something very clear.” He grunted onto you, moving a hand to slip through your folds. “No one’s getting between your thighs but me. Agreed?”

You couldn’t speak – not as you watched his long, callused finger trail right down your centre, slicking up with your wetness. His breath was fanning against your clit, causing the nerves to tingle, to come alive–

“Agreed?” He repeated, poising that finger at your entrance. He teased your clit with just the tip of his tongue – a barely-there touch. You wanted, needed, more.

“Yes,” You bit down on your lip. “Agreed.” 

He smirked. “So you do know how to follow rules.”

Gods, he was annoying. So sarcastic and witty and cocky. You wanted to slap his face and then ride it – but he was one step ahead of you. He attached his lips to your clit, swirling his tongue around the nub. And he pushed his finger into you.

“Oh gods.” You groaned, your head falling back. 

Cassian’s mouth smirked against you, his tongue working utter magic as he began to pump his finger. “Like that?” 

“Yes—shit—yes.” 

Your fingers threaded within the long strands of his hair and tugged. He seemed to enjoy the slight pain, releasing a grunt against you. The sound – the feel of it – was consuming. You gasped another breath as he slid a second finger into you. Cassian laughed wickedly as you choked on a moan. 

“Are you always this wet for me?” He grazed his teeth against your clit, causing you to jerk. “When you’re training up on the roof – when you seem to be lost in concentration – is this what you’re really thinking of? My fingers inside you?”

Gods. You felt yourself clench around him. “Your fingers—amongst other things.” 

“Fuck.” The pace of his fingers picked up, pumping faster, faster, until you could hear nothing but the sound of his hand fucking you, his mouth drinking every drop of you and your shuddering, gasping moans. 

“I’m so close.” You gripped onto his hair – pushed his face further against you until you were pretty much riding it, your hips undulating. 

Cassian’s free hand shot up to grab your hip – to encourage your movement as he growled. “Fuck–just like that.” 

Words were beginning to fail you – and your body. Your movements were becoming sloppy languid, as he continued to pump into you, to lick you as you ground your centre against his face, and pleasure overpowered you. With a strangled shout, your hips stilled. Release barreled through you. 

“Gods–fuck.” You gasped, your legs trembling. If Cassian wasn’t still holding you up, still licking you through your orgasm, you would have crumpled straight to the floor. 

And he drank every last drop of you. Like he may never get another chance. 

You were still clenching around his fingers, still shaking, as he pulled them from you. Rose them to his mouth and sucked your essence from them. The sight of him on his knees before you, his mouth slick as he licked the remnants of your arousal–it sent you feral. 

You needed him. On you. Inside you. All over you. You needed to feel the hard, long length of him slowly pushing into you. 

“Well.” He smirked, rising to his feet. He glanced down, smelling the arousal that was already building back up at your centre. “As apologies go, that was one of my better ones.” 

You reached for him – reached for his belt, and the length of him that was pushing through his trousers. 

But he merely placed a chaste kiss against your lips. Tugged your dress down for you. Stepped away. 

“Be on time for training on Monday.” He allowed his fingers to brush your legs as he moved away. “Or you’ll have to show me how you apologise.” 

He was a picture of pure, male smugness as he tucked his wings in and swept past you, heading towards the mouth of the alley.

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” He called, not looking back.

You stared after him, gawking. Trembling. Heart still thudding.

Prick.

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