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the way that i’m in love with the “boys of tommen” series and i haven’t even read it yet. i will soon tho. but i also want the uk covers 😭😭 and i don’t wanna just order them because im so picky about my books and want them to be perfect. need someone from the uk to ship them to me.

#NEED THAT

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Kinktober Day 15: Deep Throating

Xaden Riorson x Reader || WC: 922

You laugh softly as Xaden leads you to a clearing in the woods behind Basgaith. Using his shadows to keep both of you hidden as you sneak out of the college, off the campus and into the woods. His onyx gold-flecked eyes drink you greedily in the moonlight as you take in the plush grass and colorful wildflowers lit by the moonlight.

“Here?” You ask him, amused. Your eyes glinting with mirth as you look up at him. Your neck craned all the way back to meet his gaze due to the height difference.

He nods, his eyes darkening with need and desire. “Mhmm, here,” Xaden answers without hesitation. “Kneel for me, love.” He grins down at you, his hands going to undo the pants of his flight leathers.

Your breath hitches and you nod, dropping to your knees in front of him. Taking over, getting his flight leathers undone. “Someone’s eager,” Xaden teases huskily, but his tone is playful.

Rolling your eyes, “Yeah, you.” You shoot back, just as playful, earning a gruff laugh from him. Truth is both of you are eager and want this. Your breath hitches when you tug down his leathers a bit and his thick cock springs free.

Xaden lets out a sharp hiss as the cool night air hits him, the bead of precum on his tip glistening under the moonlight. You lean in, your eyes on his as you kitten lick his tip, moaning softly as you taste him. He responds with a groan, his hands finding your hair, “Gods…”

You smile pleased at his reaction and lick the underside of his long shaft, the thick vein underneath pulsing on your tongue as you do, and then swirl your tongue around his tip. Wrapping your lips around his cock head, starting to suck on it, his ragged breaths filling your ears. His hands tug on your hair gently, “Open wide, love. Breathe through your nose, I’ll go slow. Promise,” Xaden murmurs.

You pull off and nod, your eyes full of trust as you look up at him. Xaden leans down, cupping your face and placing a gentle kiss on your nose, then your forehead and then atop of your head. “Relax, I won’t be rough.” He whispers gently.

With closed eyes, you nod and let out a deep breath, relaxing. Your eyes open as he stands back up to his full height, his big cock bobbing from the movement. His hands tangling in your hair firmly, not enough to hurt only for leverage.

Xaden gives you an affectionate smile as he nods at you encouragingly, and your lips part. Jaw relaxing as you open your mouth wide to accommodate him. He groans deeply, guiding his cock to your tongue. His fingers thread through your hair, holding you gently. “Gods, you're so perfect.” He thrusts shallowly into your mouth.

You keep your eyes on him as your eyes start to water a bit, watching his face contort with pleasure while he uses your warm wet mouth. Hollowing your cheeks around him, making his hips jerk forward instinctively, he fights to keep from thrusting too roughly as he goes deeper. He lets out a low growl of pleasure. “Fuck… I won't last long like this.”

You moan as you start to pant softly, making sure to keep your jaw relaxed and breathe through your nose like he said, your hands braced on his muscular thighs. He starts sliding his cock deeper into your throat at a steady pace, his breaths coming out in ragged pants. “You want me to fuck your mouth, love? Want me to show you how much I love your pretty little mouth? Your pretty little throat?”

His filthy words laced with possessiveness, but also affection earn a whine from you as you try to meet him halfway. Bobbing up and down, hollowing your cheeks and lightly dragging your teeth on the velvety skin of his cock in the way you know he loves. Not in a way that hurts, but only to add to the sensations he’s losing himself too. He groans, his thighs trembling slightly, “Godsdamn, your pretty little mouth was made just for my cock… You look so beautiful like this.”

Xaden grips your hair tighter, slowly increasing his pace while watching your face intently. Making sure you’re good before going deeper. His balls slap against your chin with each deep thrust. “You're taking me so well...” He moans and you whine in response.

His hips start to lose their rhythm, becoming erratic as he feels his climax approaching. He pulls back slightly. “I'm close... where do you want it?” You lean forehead, keeping your eyes locked on his, silently letting him know you want him to finish in your mouth.

With a deep growl, he thrusts all the way in making you gag softly, his cum spilling into your mouth, down your throat in hot, thick rivulets. You moan at the taste of him. He holds you there for a moment, body trembling, his eyes screwed shut in pure bliss before carefully pulling out.

Xaden drops to his knees, onto the grass in front of you. He grips your chin, then leans forward, licking up the cum that spilled out of your mouth and then kisses you deeply. Tasting himself on you, you whimper at the action and he growls. Then he pulls away and hugs you to his chest and kisses your temple, “I love you.”

Your hands splay against his chest, “I love you,” you murmur back.

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Kinktober Day 14: Praise

Liam Mairi x Reader|| WC: 705

You hump your pillow hopelessly trying to find some relief from the aching between your legs.

Your frustrated whine quickly turns into a sob when the friction only makes your pussy ache worse. You helplessly pinch your nipples, grinding on your pillow again.

You try slamming your mental shields up to block your dragon Fala and Liam’s dragon Deigh while they mate, but the bastards just keep tearing them down.

Liam staggers into your room, his tall and muscular form coiled tight. Tense. “Sweetheart,” he grits out through clenched teeth. His voice is so low it’s practically a growl. Feeling the same need building and mounting with him.

You whimper in response to his growl, still trying to soothe the ache between your thighs, hopelessly grinding against the pillow.

“I know, sweetheart. I know…” Liam says, the words soothing, but his voice strained as he makes quick work of his flight leathers. Crawling up behind you on the bed naked, his right hand gripping the soft flesh of your right hip. His fingers digging into your skin with barely restrained desire.

“Li— baby, help.” You whine in frustration, Fala’s and Deigh’s arousal flooding both of your bonds like waves of a tsunami. Your skin is burning with need. Your breath becomes heavier.

Liam nuzzles the side of your neck, his nose breathing in your scent as he lightly drags his teeth along your warm skin. “I’m helping, sweetheart… I’m gonna help.” He grits out through clenched teeth, his free hand moving the pillow under you to be perfectly positioned under your hips, his muscular form covering your body. Pinning you down on the bed, his fingers on your hip tighten and it’s the only warning you get before he buries his cock into you into your tight wet heat in one thrust.

You whimper at the stretch, “gods…” Your body tensing for only a heartbeat before you shudder and melt under him. Your body adjusting to his size. Finally getting some relief.

Liam groans loudly, his forehead falling to your bare shoulder as his breath leaves him in quick pants. “Fuck… so good. Always feel so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me.” He murmurs, strained, his lips brushing against your burning skin.

You push back, grinding your perky ass against his front. Liam grunts gutturally, biting your shoulder. Both of you need more… needing each other… needing relief. “Please,” you whine.

Liam keeps his right hand on your hip, his grip almost bruising, his left hand tangles in your tresses. Pushing your head down into the mattress as he pulls his hips back, pulling back almost all the way out to the tip before slamming back in.

Your cries of pleasure are muffled by the mattress as he sets a desperate, needy, punishing pace. His grunts and your moan echoing in your ears as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills your room. “F-fuck! Just like that,” your moan shakily as you pant.

Liam’s hand tightens in your hair. “Yeah, sweetheart? Just like that? Anything for my sweet girl,” he groans lewdly. His hips slapping against your plump ass, while he keeps you pinned under him. Driving into you with his thick cock mercilessly. He growls, feeling your walls fluttering around his length. “Good girl, squeezing me like that.” He praises.

You whine, squirming under him, fisting the sheets under you as you pant. Losing your mind to pleasure. “Liam, I’m gonna— fuck!— I’m gonna cum!” You whimper and it’s the only warning he gets before your scream. Your body arching off his chest as you cum. The fire in your belly erupts in your entire body as you gush around him. Soaking the sheets under you.

He growls and fucks you through it, reaching under you to rub your clit, prolonging your orgasm. “That’s it, sweetheart. Cumming so beautifully for me, my sweet girl.”

Liam pants, his hips stuttering as he feelings your tight pussy milking him. He thrusts deeply once more… twice more… then moans loudly as he pushes himself all the way in, to the hilt as his cock releases thick hot ropes of cum into you. He kisses your temple, “Good girl, taking all of me so well.”

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A/N: Hi!! I missed all of you sm! I promise. Sorry for disappearing. I’ve been so caught up in school and personal things and my mental health was not the best. It’s still not good, but a bit better. So I tried writing again. I’ve been rewriting this fic for two weeks when I would usually be able to get done in a couple hours. So yeah… that just goes to show where I am mentally, but I am trying. Thank you to all of you who were patient and have been waiting. I hope you all enjoyed this fic. I will be finishing kinktober 2024, I promise. I will also be updating “bound in flames” soon. Thank you again!! 🩵

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Hi… so i’m alive. Sorry for not updating for so long, but i went back to school, and it's been a lot. I also have a lot of personal things happening at the moment. Basically everything has been a shit show for the past few months, but I am going to update soon, i hope. Again sorry and thank you waiting and being patient.

Sincerely, Mel.

P.S. I am going to finish kinktober and “bound in flames” and post other works. just be patient, sorry.

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Kinktober Day 13: In Public

Ruhn Danaan x Reader || WC: 611

The bite of the cold glass window on your peaked nipples sends shivers down your spine. “Ruhn,” you mutter anxiously, “what if someone sees us?”

One of his tattooed hands snakes up the back of your neck, up into your hair as he threads his fingers in the strands. “I want them too, my love.” The other splays against your tummy, applying pressure as he thrusts into you. 

“Ru!” Your hands slam against the glass window giving you enough leverage to push back into him. Meeting him stroke for stroke. “That’s why we’re fucking in the living room, at night with the lights on? So everyone can see me?”

He slides in and holds you to him, grinding himself against you. He places kisses on your back, shoulder, and up your neck. “So everyone can see us.” He whispers into your ear. His lips tickling the soft skin. 

Something in your tummy flutters at his words and you rock your hips gently, making him groan. “Don’t you want them to see how beautiful you look taking my cock?”

Your heartbeat quickens. Your breathy moan makes the glass fog for a couple seconds. 

He tilts your hips, pulling out and pushing backing. “Or how you look like a goddess when  I make you cum?” 

“Yeah-h,” you breathe. 

He picks up the pace. Plunging in and out. “The way your perfect tits bounce when you pant.” You take in a deep breath, your chest straining against the glass window. 

He licks your pulse point on your neck. “The way your pretty little pussy quivers around my cock.” His hand that was gripping your hip moves to stroke your clit. 

You drop a hand from the window and place it atop his, urging his fingers to swirl over your clit faster. A content sigh leaves you and you close your eyes. Basking in his touch. 

You fuck back onto him, skin prickling from the budding pleasure, the muscles in your tummy and thighs tensing. “Love,” he rasps.

“Ruhn.”

“Open your eyes,” he instructs. You do, exhaling sharply at the sight in front of you. Shuddering as goosebumps bloom all over your body. 

Fae, angels, shifters, and other crescent city inhabitants all watch you and Ruhn. Some are on the street below, others in the building across from you. Their chests rising and falling with shallow breaths, their pupils blown wide, making their eyes look almost entirely black. 

Some of them touch themselves discreetly over their clothes. Others, touch themselves under their clothes. The bolder males have their cocks out, stroking themselves. While the bolder females tweak their nipples, rubbing tight little circles on their clits. 

You can’t help the smirk settling over your lips. “All their eyes are on you,” Ruhn groans. “They’re captivated by you.” You nod, before turning your head to look at him. He’s smirking too, the perfect picture of pure male satisfaction. 

“Keep your eyes on them as you cum.” 

“Okay,” you hum. Struggling to keep your eyes open as his fingers glide over your clit while he slams into you. “Cum with me?”

“Whatever you want, love.” 

You see some of the males spill their loads while some of the females gush on their hands. 

“Ruhn,” you whimper.

“Let go, I’m right behind you.”

Your hands fall to his thighs pulling him deep into you as your legs tremble. Everyone’s eyes on you setting your body alight with pleasure as you cum on Ruhn’s cock with a shattered cry. His cock twitching inside of you as his cum floods your quivering cunt. 

Both of you satisfied and spent just like the males and females who came from watching you.

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Kinktober Day 12: Fingering / Hate Fuck

Hunt Athalar x Reader || WC: 759

Your fingers ache from how tight you’re clutching your desk. Your nails make indents in the wood as you stay in place, bent over the top of your desk while Hunt kneels behind you. With your dress bunched up around your waist. 

Hunt lets out a bitter chuckle as he spreads your pussy lips apart with his hands.  “Does your fiancé Micah know his soon to be wife can only get off when it’s me that’s fucking her?” He taunts, and spits on your exposed pussy. 

“Fuck. You.” You snarl. 

He spits again but you don’t feel it land on your skin. “You will in a second, sweets.” You roll your eyes at the nickname, about to curse at him when he sinks two thick fingers into you. “But first you’re going to get fucked.”

You suck in a sharp breath as he curls his fingers deep inside you. “Hunt—f-fuck—harder. . .” You grit out, your nails leaving claw marks on your desk. 

“Micah’s slut doesn’t get to make requests.” He spits, each word dripping with venom. 

“Hunt!” You growl, looking over your shoulder at him. He meets your gaze with narrowed eyes,his lips pressed into a thin line. “Harder.” 

His jaw clenches as he gives in, fucking you harder with his fingers. Your head lolling onto the desk again as you let out a string of strangled moans. The stuff atop your desk rattling from how hard he fucks you with his fingers. 

“Are you imagining it’s him touching you right now? Stuffing you with his fingers?” He seethes. The heat of his glare burning into your skin. 

“Stop talking,” you hiss. Partly because you hate Micah too and partly from his fingers massaging your inner walls at a punishing pace. The edge of your desk slamming into your hips, while you fight to stay balanced on the front of your high heels with each pump. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, the sharp sting of the desk against your skin making it hard to focus on anything but Hunt’s fingers inside you. 

Or the feel of your ass jiggling just from being finger fucked. Fire pools in your belly and your walls flutter around his fingers. Toes curling in your heels as you bite your lip, trying to hold back moans. 

“How are you so close already?” Hunt bites out. 

Curling his fingers again. 

“The sooner I c-cum. . . the sooner y-you leave.” you snap back. And he growls, working you closer to the edge. “Gods, gods, I’m c—“

Suddenly, Hunt rips his fingers out of you, ripping your orgasm away too. You whirl, growling, seeing his lips twisted into a smirk and fist the front of his shirt. Shoving him onto your desk, ripping his shirt open, then undoing his jeans.

Your hands wrap around his length as you pull him out of his jeans. It flops against his stomach, the thick vein on the underside already pulsing. Climbing onto your desk and squatting over him, you fit him inside of you and start bouncing on his cock. 

Your fingers dig into his pecs as you ride him hard and fast. Ravenous for an orgasm. Your ass snap again his hips, and his hands wrap around your ankles, securing you to the desk—to him as you fuck him like a female possessed. 

He grins, white teeth gleaming. “I like when you’re angry,” he admits.

“I like it when you shut the fuck up.” He grins wider and you wrap a hand around his throat, squeezing. 

He groans, nodding, “harder.” You glare down at him. Bouncing harder. Choking him harder. 

You lean down pressing your forward to his, still sinking down onto his cock with abandon. Your blood rushes through your veins as you get closer to tumbling over the edge. Hunt sputters when you unconsciously choke him harder. 

“Fuck!” You cry out. Your pussy spasming around his cock as you try to ride him through your orgasm. His hands leave your ankles to grip your hips, signaling he’s going to cum. 

He throbs inside you, hips bucking up to meet yours and with one final deep thrust he spills inside you. Painting your walls with his cum. You slump against him and he wraps his arms around you as he grunts from your cunt draining his balls. 

You bury your face into his neck, whimpering softly, and he strokes your hair. Then rubs your back soothingly. 

His heart still pounds in his chest as he whispers, “marry me.”

You nod. “I still hate you.” 

He chuckles. “Ditto, sweets.”

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Kinktober Day 11: Rough / Squirting

Cassian and Nesta Archeron x Reader || WC: 549

Cassian’s hands feel hot against the backs of your thighs, keeping you completely spread open as he mercilessly slams you up and down his thick fucking cock. 

One of your hands grips the back of his head, fisting his long hair like a lifeline while he lifts up and down like you weigh nothing. Your other hand desperately tries to push Nesta’s head away from where she’s sucking harshly on your clit. 

Your entire body jerks when Nesta pulls back, smirking and slaps the sensitive bundle of nerves, hard. You scream and Cassian laughs next to your ear. “You know you like it,” he taunts.

“No, I don’t!” you scream out again when Nesta slaps your pussy again. 

She grins up at you, starting to rub tight circles on your clit. “Are you sure about that?” She teases. 

You gasp when she pinches your swollen nub. “Yes!”

“Then why does your pussy grip my cock every time Nes slaps it?” He growls. “Every time I fuck you like we’re animal?” And just to prove his point he thrusts in impossibly deeper while slamming you down harder. 

All you can do is cry and moan, losing your composure as they get off while getting you off. Nesta’s mouth closes around your clit again, holding it gently between her teeth, flicking her tongue against it. You wiggle and squirm in Cassian’s arms, tension starting to coil in your tummy. 

Getting tighter and tighter. 

Pressure starts to build in your pussy too. Building and building the more Cassian hits your g-spot with the head of his cock. You can feel yourself clamping around him. Your thighs try and fail to squeeze around Nesta’s head because of his hold on them. 

“Cass!” you whimper and he just laughs. Nesta laughs too, sending shockwaves straight to your clit.

“Brats like you, get fucked like this.” He bites your neck. Your shoulder. “So you’re going to take what we give you,” he snarls. 

You nod, chanting, “yes,” but it comes out more like incoherent babbles. 

His grip on thighs turns punishing and with one last plunge of his cock, the tension snaps and you cum. The pressure in your pussy is so overwhelming that your release gushes out of you, around his cock. 

He pulls out with an awed curse and Nesta replaces him with her fingers. Pumping them in and out of you as you squirt all over her hand and chest. Soaking your thighs and Cassian’s and his cock as she pulls as much pleasure as she can out of your weeping cunt. 

Cassian kisses and sucks on your neck, you can feel his grin on your skin. Nesta praises you but can’t focus on anything she’s saying. You can feel everything tho, especially as she slurps up your release off your thighs, Cassian’s cock, and finally you’re cunt. 

You’re a soaking limp mess by the time she stands up, pressing into your front. Cassian still pressed at your back. “Are you done being a brat?” Nesta murmurs. 

You shake your head, still slumped against Cassian's shoulder. 

They both breathe a laugh. “No?” Nesta asks. 

You shake your head again. 

Cassian grinds you against his cock, carrying you towards the bed. “Come on, Nes. I guess this means we’re going for round four.” 

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Kinktober Day 10: Toys

Bryce Quinlan x Reader || WC: 859

Your fingers dig into the soft tan skin of Bryce’s plush thigh, hers do the same to yours. Both of you lie on your sides as you straddle one of her legs, rubbing your clits together. Grinding, desperate to lose yourselves in orgasmic bliss. Again.

Both of you have already cum twice. Once, after you found her playing with herself and stripped to play with yourself too. The second was when you fingered yourselves together. 

Bryce pants, her tits jerking with the movement of her chest rising and caving. “You look so fucking hot right now,” she says between panting breaths. 

“You’re fucking soaked,” you groan, grinding harder into her. Your slick covered cunts rubbing against each other fill her bedroom with wet lewd noises. 

She laughs breathily, blushing. “Y-you make m-me so wet-t.” She stutters out. Her brows pinching together as her nails dig into your thigh.

“Likewise, baby.” 

Tilting your hips, changing the angle so you can get as close as possible to her, your clits drag against each other’s. Your movements are frenzied and frantic as your free hand fists her bedsheets beneath you. Wanting to fall over the edge with her. 

The muscles in your tummy tightening as you near the finish line. Bryce’s legs shake, her heavy tits jutting out as her back bows, screaming your name as she cums. Her nails claw into your skin as she writhes. 

It’s the final push you need to topple over with her, hips still rolling into hers even as they start to buck, as waves of ecstasy take over your body. Seeing stars from squeezing your eyes shut so tight like the grip you have on her thigh and bedsheets. 

Both of you fall back into the bed, eyes closed and chests heaving as you come down from your orgasms. Your panting breaths and heartbeats fill her room. Bryce lifts her head, looking at you, “I ordered us something,” she mumbles. 

You prop yourself up limply, “what?”

She smiles and languidly leans over to her nightstand and you hear her pull something out before you can see it. Your brows pinch as you let out a sharp breath. “That looks big.”

Bryce giggles, running the bright neon pink double ended dildo through your wet folds. “We’ve had bigger,” she smirks. Your hips jerk when it presses against your sensitive clit. 

She covers it in your slick, in your release, and brings it up to her mouth. Tasting you. She lets out a groan, her eyes fluttering closed, you feel your start to race again. 

Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks it and then slides it back out. “You’re so sweet,” she smiles. Then with the end that’s facing her she runs it through her pussy lips, covering it in her arousal and then offers it to you. 

Wordlessly, eyes boring into hers, you part your lips around it. Cleaning it off as she works it into your mouth. You pull off with a soft pop, wrapping your hands around it, pulling it out of her grasp. “Get on all fours,” you instruct.

Bryce grins, scrambling to get on all fours. She wiggles her ass at you and you smack it, earning a giggle from her. But it turns into a sigh when you push the bright pink dildo into her. She pushes her hips back, taking more of it into her. 

She looks over her shoulder at you, already blissed out, “your turn.” 

You slap her ass again and get on all fours too. Sliding your legs in between hers and reaching underneath you, pressing the head of the dildo to your entrance. Your hand falls as you shudder, it’s so thick. 

Bryce’s hand replaces yours and something clicks lightly, then the dildo starts to vibrate making you both whine and whimper. She pushes it the rest of the way into you and your back arches even more. You’re not gonna last long. 

You both unconsciously push back, your asses pressing against each other as your cunts swallow the bright neon pink double ended dildo. 

“Gods!” you cry out as it hits your g-spot, vibrating. 

“Oh-h fuck!” Bryce screams. You feel her body start to shake. “Y/n!” She’s gonna cum soon.

“I-I know, baby.” You moan. “Me t-too.” Both of you continue to push back on the dildo, on each other. Your asses slamming into each other. Heats floods your body as Bryce and you fuck yourselves, your pussy contracting around the thickness of it. 

“Fuck!” You scream, gripping fistfuls of the bedsheets. Your entire body buzzing as your hips start to stutter, Bryce’s too. 

You slam into each other one more time, reaching back to hold each other’s hips in place. Fingers digging into the soft flesh as you both shatter around the dildo. Each other’s names ripping free from your throats in hoarse cries. 

Both of you shake as your orgasms barrel through you. Bryce collapses onto the bed first, making the dildo fall out of you. You’re still trembling as you pull it out of her and lay next to her, and she drags herself on top of you, cuddling you. 

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Kinktober Day 9: Tit Worship

Rhysand x Reader || WC: 822

You tip your head back, letting out a breathy chuckle at Rhys beneath you. The black of his pupils eating the violet of his irises as he palms both of your tits. He’s entirely fixated on them. 

Your chuckle makes them bounce directly in front of his face from where you’re straddling him. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as if salivating at the sight of them. “Rhys,” you murmur. 

He doesn’t respond, just grips them with his large hands, squeezing them, kneading, making them bounce, and pushing them together. 

“Rhys,” you try again. His name ending in a gasp when he pinches your nipples, tugging on them. Pulling you down towards him as he leans up, closer. 

“Rhys?” He hums. “You can do whatever you want. This is for you,” you tell him, voice sweet like honey.

He squeezes them again. Harder. “Whatever I want?”

You smile down at him, “whatever you want, gorgeous.”

His lips curve up into a smile and without wasting another second he traces his tongue between your tits on your sternum. Then trails kisses down your sternum and all over your tits. 

He grins as he kisses them eagerly, hungrily. Savoring you. Worshiping you. You can’t help it, arching your back and burying his face in your tits. Tangling your fingers in his hair, the raven black strands like silk. 

A depraved groan falls from his lips as they part around a peaked nipple, and he flicks his tongue against it. You moan at the feeling, blood rushing straight to your clit. Rocking your hips against the abs of his stomach. Thighs pressing into his sides. 

His lips close around your nipple as he hollows his cheeks, sucking hard, a growl rumbling in his chest as he devours your tits the way he wants. “Oh-h fuck,” you mumble as you rock faster on top of him. The muscles of his abs feel so good against your swollen bundle of nerves. 

His other hand continues to squeeze and knead your other breast. Fingers rolling and pinching your other nipple. Full and aching for his touch. Clit pulsing every time he nibbles on the pebbled flesh. 

You work yourself closer and closer to your peak, grinding on him as he continues swirling his tongue around your peak. Your breath catches in your throat when he releases it with a wet pop and moves on to your other nipple. Face growing hot as you squirm, your body racked with tremors, his teeth sinking into your flesh is your undoing. 

“Rhys!” His name is a ragged cry as he sucks and nibbles, fisting the other in his palm. You rock atop him until you're a quivering mess of pleasure. Collapsing on top of him as your chest heaves. 

Still coming down from your orgasm when you feel his arms wrap around you like a steel band and flip you both over so that he’s on top. Straddling you. His fingers pull apart the fastening of his pants, revealing his throbbing cock. 

A bead of moisture leaks from his tip as he positions himself so that his cock is perfectly nestled between your tits. Painted in his spit and hickies. His lips parted ever so slightly as he let out shaky breaths. 

He angles his hips back and you push your tits together for him, gripping him, welcoming him as he thrusts in. His precum spreads across your skin as he moves his cock in and out between your tits. 

You push them together harder. He lets his head fall back as he groans from the tighter position. “F-fuck you feel so good,” he rasps out. “So soft.” Color blooms across your cheeks at his words, a smile forms on your lips. 

“I want to make a mess of you,” he murmurs in between groans as he continues to drive his hips in and out. 

“You can do whatever you want,” you repeat the words from earlier. 

His eyes gleam. A smirk threatening his lips. “I’m gonna cover your pretty tits in my cum. . . Mark them as mine,” he growls. The head of his cock twitches. His hands cover yours, both of you now gripping your tits. 

You nod up at him and he dips his head down, placing a kiss on your lips. He entwines his hands with yours as he pushes your tits together, gliding his cock in and out. The muscles on his stomach contracting as he fucks your tits faster and faster. 

“Fuuuck,” he grunts. His movements get sharper, his face flushing as he gets closer to his release with each thrust of his hips. Until he’s overcome by it and erupts. He pulls out from your tits, back arching as thick ropes of his cum spill all over your chest. 

He slumps to your side, still reeling as he pulls you into his body and reaches for your tits. Spreading his release all over them.

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Kinktober Day 8: Against A Wall

Nesta Archeron x Reader || WC: 631

You were finally drifting off to sleep when someone started pounding on your door. An irritated growl ripping from your throat, you were so tired from training earlier with the twin wraiths.

The person on the other side pounded on your door again. 

“What?!” you barked over the pounding. 

“Open the fucking door!” Nesta seethes. 

You pad over to the door with pinched brows, bare feet near silent over the hardwood floor, not even caring that you’re naked. 

Why is she here? you wonder as you pull the door open, only getting halfway before Nesta throws it open the rest of the way. “Nes—“

She cuts you off as she pushes you into your room and slams you up against the wall next to your door. “What the fuck,” you mutter as she wraps a hand around your throat. 

She glares at you, her eyes like daggers cutting into you. “Did you fuck them?” she snarls. Her lips curved up into a sneer. 

You blink at her. “Who?”

“The twins,” she growls.

She’s jealous. You grin, “Naula and Cerridwen.”

Nesta slams you against the wall again. “Did. You?”

“You’re jealous,” you tease and her hand tightens around your throat. You can’t help but to moan.

She falters. Caught off guard, her cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink. Her eyes rake over your form pressed against the wall and she finally notices that you’re completely bare. 

Her gaze flits between your tits and pussy. The cold air making your nipples hard and her touch has your pussy soaking. You tilt your head, smirking. “Like what you see?”

She glares at you again. “Their scents were all over you,” she hisses. Using the hand that was wrapped around your throat to slap your full, aching tits, making you moan again. 

You hear her let out a ragged breath, eyes falling to her chest, watching it rise and fall with each shallow breath. “I know.” From training, you don’t add.

She moves her other hand, shoving it between your legs, cupping your sex. “Did you fuck them?” 

“No,” you breathe.

She presses her palm harder against you and you shudder. “Why?”

“I don’t want them,” you tell her honestly and she slips a finger into you. Grinding her palm against your throbbing clit.

“Why?” 

“I have you,” you say breathlessly as she adds another finger. 

“I’m yours. And you’re mine.” She growls, punctuating each word with a hard pump of fingers. Pulling out to the tips and pushing back in to the knuckles, curling them.

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into you as you moan. “Y-yours. Mine.” Her other hand immediately grips the plump flesh of your ass. Keeping you exactly where she wants as she drives her fingers into your wet cunt. 

“You’re my perfect little slut aren’t you?” she murmurs, her lips brushing against your neck. 

Nodding against her shoulder, “all yours.” Hips bucking as she repeatedly hits your sweet spot. 

She chuckles darkly. “Don’t even need to fuck you on a bed. You’ll cum right here pressed against this fucking wall, won’t you?”

“Yes!” you cry out as she slaps your ass. Your legs begin to tremble as your pussy pulses around her fingers. 

Nesta’s lips latch onto your neck, kissing and sucking, leaving hickies in their wake. Whimpering as she sucks harder on a sensitive spot. “Fuck,” she grunts. “You’re soaking my fingers.”

“Nes,” your breath hitches. “I- I’m…” 

“I know, baby. I know” Nesta purrs and your inner muscles contract. “Cum for me.”

You don’t try to fight the surge of pleasure that takes over your body. You’re a shaking, babbling mess as Nesta continues working you through your orgasm. Thighs clenching around her hand as your pussy clenches and unclenches around her fingers. 

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Kinktober Day 7: Losing Virginity

Lucien Vanserra x Reader || WC: 1K

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you try to hold back moans watching Lucien kiss the soft skin of your inner thighs, still trembling from the orgasm he gave you from fucking you with his tongue. Then your hip bones. 

His russet eye gleams as brightly as his gold one does when he meets your gaze as he kisses your tummy. Your fingers tangling in his unbound silky red hair, tugging lightly. 

He smirks. Chuckling amusedly as his lips close around a peaked nipple. Sucking, swirling, and tugging. 

“Lu,” you moan breathily. 

He grins then gives your other peaked nipple the same treatment. Wringing a sigh of pleasure from you. Then he moves, kissing your neck and finally your lips. His soft lips caress yours with familiarity. Perfectly shaped by the Mother to fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Propping himself up on a fist next to your side, shifting his hips so that his hard cock is pressed against your aching cunt, his other hand strokes your hip. You tilt your hips against his subconsciously and he groans, pulling back, breaking the kiss. 

His eyes dart between yours only fluttering closed when you roll your hips against his hardness. Hesitantly. 

The crown of his cock rubs against your clit, soothing some of the ache you feel, but you want him to fill you. Stretch you. You whimper at the thought, pressing against him harder this time. Confidently. 

“Y/n,” he breathes, stilling your movements with the hand he has on your hip. His eyes dart between yours as you look up at him. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You hold his gaze, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you nod, “yes.” Your gaze falls to a small braid of his that hangs between you, to the gold charms on it. “I want you to be my first,” you mumble so quietly that you don’t know if he heard you.  

Lucien’s thumb and pointer finger grip your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Don’t worry, sweets. I’m gonna take care of you,” he promises with a reassuring smile. 

“I know, Lu. I trust you.” Lucien is the only male you’ve ever done anything with and he’s the only one you want to do this with. 

He nods. His eyes are glued to yours as he settles himself properly between your legs, fisting his cock, and running it through your wet folds. Your eyes flutter every time it rubs against your clit. 

“It's going to hurt a little before it feels good,” he warns you, “but I'm going to be gentle. We go at your pace.” 

Your brows furrow, “okay.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead. “Ready?” You feel the head of his cock notched at your entrance.

“Ready.” He licks his thumb and then starts stroking your clit and that’s your only warning before he starts guiding his cock inside your tight hole. Slowly. 

Your fingers dig into his muscular thighs as you suck in a sharp breath at the feel of the thick head of his cock being swallowed by your warmth. Followed by a sting from being stretched. 

He rubs your clit faster and you relax a bit. “That’s it. Good girl,” he praises. Leaning over you, his chest pressing against yours. He kisses your neck. You nod, body buzzing from the pleasure and pain. 

You feel him start to push in again, inch by thick inch, back arching, “f-fuck are you all the way in?” You feel so achingly full. 

“No,” he grunts. He lifts up, looking between your bodies. “I’m not even half way in.” You do too. Whimpering as you watch another inch of him disappear into your body. 

 “You’re so fucking tight,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “Squeezing the fuck outta my cock.” He pushes in again.

“Gods it feels like you’re splitting me in half. You’re so thick,” you moan. Eyes screwing shut. He crashes his lips to yours and you moan, deepening the kiss. 

Your fingers dig into his thighs and pull him into you, sinking him the rest of the way in. Both of you suck in twin sharp breaths and you bite his bottom lip, drawing blood. He moans as you shudder beneath him. 

Pulling apart, he presses his forehead to yours still thrumming your clit to a melody only he can. Not moving as you adjust to his size. Just  peppering kisses to your face and neck.

You take a couple of breaths, your fingers on his thighs loosen and you breathe out one word. 

“Move,” and he does. 

Your walls clench and unclench around him as he slowly, gently, pulls almost all the way out. The tangy scent of copper hitting your nose. You sit up in time to see his cock not only covered in your slick, but blood too as he thrusts back in. 

You look back up at Lucien, finding him completely enraptured by the sight of his cock covered in your blood being swallowed by your tight cunt. He groans watching as he sinks all the way into you. His balls pressing against your ass. 

“Faster,” you murmur and Lucien grins at you, stroking your clit faster as he starts to fucks you faster too. 

Your moans, his groans, and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the room as he gets you closer and closer to your climax. 

Heart pounding as your blood roars in your ears. “D-don’t  stop!” 

“Never,” he rasps out. Hips slamming into you as sure as a wave crashing into the side of a cliff. “Never, sweets.”

You jerk beneath him. “Deeper! Harder,” you cry out, so close to falling over the precipice and he gives you exactly what you need. 

Screaming out as he starts fucking you harder, deeper, tits bouncing with every punch of his hips. Hitting your g-spot every time. Your body suddenly goes still. 

The next time the head of cock hits your g-spot you explode. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you cum so hard you see stars. Quivering under him as he continues rubbing your clit and fucking you. 

Your first orgasm rolling into a second one. “Oh fuck!” Lucien grunts as your cunt grips him like a vice. Hips stuttering as he continues thrusting into you, and with one final deep thrust he spills himself inside you, cock twitching as his balls empty.

****

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Kinktober Day 6: Temperature Play

Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn x Reader || WC: 803

Your lips part gently, each soft pant escaping like a whisper, your breath warm and shallow.

 “Gods,” you mumble as Aelin kisses the right side of your jaw and neck, nibbling and sucking the soft warm skin.

Rowan claims your left side, his elongated canines scraping against your skin gently and another wave of heat floods your body, but you can’t tell if it’s from their touch or Aelin’s magic.

Your fingers twitch with the need to touch them, to feel them, but Rowan holds them both in the strong cold grip of his hand, above your head . 

Your skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, each bead catching the sunlight streaming in from the windows of your shared chambers. Highlighting the curves of your body, creating a sensual, almost mesmerizing glow as tiny beads slide between the valley of your breasts with each breath. 

The tiny strands of hair along your hairline cling to your forehead, sticking to your skin due to the tiny beads of sweat there. Your tongue darts out, licking your lips, tasting the saltiness of the skin surrounding your mouth. 

You gasp, squirming between both of their bodies when Rowan slides an ice cold thick finger between your wet pussy lips. A pathetic whine leaving your lips and he answers with a growl, rubbing your clit. Making your shiver. 

Aelin’s warm hand lazily drags over your tummy, up your chest, over the front of your throat, and grips your jaw. Leaving a hot trial in its wake. You moan when she turns your face to the left and licks a long strip up the side of your neck, her pleased hum filling your ears.

“You’re so hot, kitten,” she murmurs against your throat and you feel your cheeks burn at the nickname. Her and Rowan started calling you “kitten” after the first time they saw you shift into a leopard. 

Then she moves to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. Grinding herself against your thigh. Her hips rolling into you frantically as she chases her climax using your slick body. 

Your lips part in a lewd moan when you feel an ice kissed wind race over your body. A cold sensual caress that sends shivers down your spine, causing tiny bumps to rise on your body in response, and your nipples to harden almost to the point of pain. 

Aelin swallows the moan greedily, deepening the kiss. 

Rowan pulls her off of you with a growl, his lips replacing hers in a frantic, claiming kiss. 

You whimper into his mouth and he groans into yours, flicking your clit faster. his finger covered in his ice magic feels delicious against the heat of your clit from Aelin’s fire magic. But you want more. Need more.

“Ro,” you beg, against his lips. 

He nips your bottom lip. “Yes, kitten?” You feel his lips curve into a knowing smirk. 

“More.” You beg breathily. Feeling his cock twitch as he starts to grind against your other thigh. Spreading his precum on your slick skin.  

“You want more?” He moves his finger faster. Pressing and stroking your aching, throbbing clit. Your eyes squeeze shut and your thighs press together. “You want to fuck my fingers, kitten?”

“P-please,” you nod, aching for his fingers to fill you. 

“Give our little kitten what she wants, buzzard,” Aelin murmurs huskily. 

And before you can even draw your next breath, Rowan dips his finger lower, the coldness of it filling your warm soaked cunt has you keening. 

He pumps his finger all the way in, to his knuckle and almost all the way out, to the tip. Curling it inside you. Hitting your sweet spot with every pump. 

You cry out when he adds another finger. “F-fuck!” At the same time Aelin grips a handful of one of your tits in a hard squeeze as she cries out too, her hips grinding against you frenziedly. 

Your back arches from the pain and pleasure. From the heat and cold. 

Mouth falling open in a silent scream when Rowan works his fingers into you faster. To the same pace he grinds his cock against you. 

Your movements and theirs are becoming frantic, feral. 

Then your entire body jerks, pussy clamping around his fingers as you cum. 

You feel your release drenching your inner thighs, dripping onto the bed beneath you. Your  eyes squeezed shut so tightly you see stars as you cry out. 

The sound urging Aelin and Rowan to bite—to sink their teeth into the space where your neck meets your shoulders as they cum too.  

Aelin’s release gushes against your thigh, dripping onto the bed, and Rowan’s cum spurts onto your other thigh, spilling onto the bed. 

All three of you lay there on the bed, a mess of slick covered limp and tangled limbs. 

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Liam is alive, he is happy, he is healthy.

What do you mean he is dead? I am in denial. I cannot accept it.

baby plsssss i CANNOT do this rn

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LIAM PAYNE JUST DIED NO ONE TALK TO ME

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Kinktober Day 5: Eating Out

Feyre Archeron x Reader || WC: 1.1K

You fight the urge to move, to twitch, but your elbows are starting to ache from being propped up on them for an hour. Your neck from being tipped, your back from being arched, your toes from being pointed. What if I just—

“No.” Feyre snaps from behind her large sketchbook, propped up on an easel. 

“But—“

“No.” You see her from the corner of your eye, peering at you from the side of her open sketchbook. “We just started.” 

A snarl of frustration rips free from your lips, “we’ve been at this for an hour!”

“Yeah and if you keep moving we’ll stay here for three more.”

Her threat has you snapping your neck toward her. Pinning her with narrowed eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Feyre drops the pencil in her hand to the easel in front of her, it lands with a soft click as she crosses her arms over her chest. Brows knitting together, lips drawn in a thin line, “Try me.”

You stare at each other a couple moments longer before getting back in position. Adjusting the navy blue silk that she had draped over your body. 

She picks up her pencil again, sighing, “thank you.”

You roll your eyes, “yeah, yeah, just hurry up.”

She laughs softly, then you hear her pencil rasping against the paper of her sketchbook. Shading. 

Closing your eyes, shifting your body slightly trying to get comfortable when the silk draped over you slides. 

Slides against your chest. The expensive fabric glides teasingly over your nipples. Making them peak. Making your clit pulse for the briefest second. Giving you an idea.

You glance at Feyre, “y’know when you asked me to help you study the female form, this isn’t what came to mind?” 

Her eyes don’t leave her sketchbook. “No?”

“No, I thought something else entirely.”

Still not looking, she tilts her head. “Like what?”

“Well, for starters less fabric,” when the last word leaves your lips, the silk leaves your body. 

At this Feyre looks up. Her blue-gray eyes dart from your naked body to her sketchbook and back to your body. Swallowing hard. “I’m almost done,” she says thickly.

“I’m not. Not even close.” 

“Oh.”

You chuckle. “Yeah. Oh,” and shift on the couch. So instead of lying across it, your spine is now pressed against the back of the couch and your feet are propped up on the cushions. Legs spread wide. 

Your eyes don’t leave hers as you bring a hand up to your lips. Take two fingers into your mouth, coating them in your spit. 

Eyes still on hers while hers follow your fingers dip down between your thighs. Breath hitching as you swirl two deft fingers around your clit. 

Her breaths turn shallow, nostrils flaring as she breathes in your arousal and hers. 

The sweet and musky scents of your mixed arousals are intoxicating, eyes fluttering closed as you breathe it in. It drives you to go faster, harder, and Feyre whines. 

You look at her with half-lidded eyes as she  gropes her tits with both hands over her cotton shirt while her clothed thighs rub together, sketchbook and pencil long since forgotten.

Moving your hand lower, pushing both fingers in until they’re swallowed by your wet cunt, at the same time that Feyre’s pupils threaten to swallow her irises. You know yours look the same. 

Exhaling sharply, “mhmm,” you moan as you curl your fingers inside of yourself. Throwing your head back in bliss when your fingers press against your sweet spot repeatedly. 

Squirming from your own touch, right on the edge when you pull your fingers out, making a wet lewd noise fill Feyre’s art room in the River House. 

Your tits bounce lightly as you pant. “Come here baby,” you murmur to Feyre. Gesturing with your slicked covered fingers. 

She licks her lips and with five quick strides she stands between your legs. You flick you gaze to the ground pointedly, and she kneels. Holding your fingers in front of her, “do you want a taste?”

“Yes,” she breathes. The vein in her neck fluttering. You grin at her lovingly and press your fingers to the seam of her pink lips. She welcomes them, sucking and swirling her tongue around them, eyes closed, moaning at your taste. 

With your other hand you tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Then cradle her face. When she’s done cleaning them off she releases them with a soft pop. “Do I taste good, baby?”

She nods, eyes glued to your glistening cunt. “Sooo good.”

You tilt her chin up, “do you want to eat me out?”

She nods again, smiling. “Please.”

“Are you gonna make me cum?”

“Mhmm.”

“Then eat,” you purr. 

Her face comes down, and your mouth drops open, as her soft lips close around your clit, sucking on it. Then she pulls back slightly and with a flat tongue gives a long, slow, stroke through your folds. Savoring you. 

She focuses on your clit again. Flicking it with a pointed tongue. “Fuck!” you cry out. Hips jerking when she nips at the sensitive bud lightly. Her hands coming up to keep your thighs splayed. 

You feel her smile against your pussy before dipping down to lap at you with a flat tongue again. Then she’s placing wet kisses to your inner thighs. Teasing you. 

A growl rips from your lips and you grab a fistful of her hair and drag her up right where you want. Need.

Her mouth immediately latches on to your clit, a wave of ecstasy crashing through you. “Yeah,” you rasp out in between huffs of breath. “Make me cum.”

Feyre’s hands leave your inner thighs and move to grip your ass. Her tongue flicking and fluttering with fervor and you can’t help but to pull and yank at her hair as she devours you. 

Back bowing off the couch when her cheeks hollow, sucking your clit harshly. 

Grinding yourself against her mouth as she starts to flick her tongue against your clit again. Then as powerful and sudden as a tidal wave crashes against the shore you cum with her name on your lips. Soft thighs clenching around her head as she continues lapping at you—your release like it’s the sweetest nectar. 

You’re still trembling when she finally pulls back, her nose, mouth, and chin glistening with your arousal and release. 

She climbs up and sits on your lap, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Did I do good?” You grip the back of her neck and drag her toward you, kissing her hard before deepening it, and she moans into your mouth. 

You pull away, placing a gentle kiss to her lips, “You did so good, baby.”

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Kinktober Day 4: Spanking

Eris Vanserra x Reader || WC: 1.7K

You stood on the right side of Rhys’s throne, shoulders back and head held high, a queen in your own right as he spoke to the nobles of the hewn city. 

Dressed in a gown of night court black that clung to your curves. The neckline plunged almost all the way down to your navel, a high slit on one side revealed a long toned leg, and sleek, glossy high black heels. 

Your eyes, cold and piercing, making the nobles of the court of nightmares who dared to meet your gaze flinch. Perhaps it was your unleashed power.

The very air around you darkened and thickened with menace as your power radiated outwards. Pressing down on the nobles trying to reach out with their own powers in the room like an invisible weight.

The power you exuded was a palpable, living thing, wrapping around you and making it clear that you were not just the sister of a High Lord, but a force to be reckoned with in your own right. 

And yet it seems like every time you visit the court of nightmares they test—doubt—you and your power. 

“Rise,” your brother commanded. 

All the nobles stood. 

Rhys continued speaking to them when you felt a talon lightly graze your mental shields. 

You dropped them just enough for him. What?

Eris has glanced at you twice. 

No, he hasn’t—

Three times now, he chuckled amusedly. Does my baby sister want to tell me why the High Lord of the Autumn Court is interested in her? 

I don’t know what you’re talking about, you replied nonchalantly. And you’re only twelve minutes older than me!

Rhys’s laugh fills your head and you shut him out before he can say anything.

You glance at him and his face is a cold mask, betraying nothing, but if you weren’t his sister you would’ve missed the glint in his eyes when he met yours. 

“The High Lord of the Autumn court has come tonight to find himself a bride of noble birth,” Rhys announces. 

It takes everything in you not to glance at Eris, not to shift on your feet, not to react.

Rhys continues, “A high fae female of the Night Court will be his wife and rule at his side as High Lady. Forging an alliance between his court and mine.” Your brother grins. “Now, enjoy yourselves, but remember—behave or you’ll answer to me.”

Rhys, Feyre, the rest of the inner circle, and you look at each and every noble in the throne room. The threat is clear, don’t embarrass the Night Court. 

Then with a single look from you to the musicians they begin playing. 

Azriel steps in front of you with an outstretched scarred hand. 

Arching a brow at him, “You want to dance?” He nods. “Right now?” 

He smirks. His eyes flick to your left, to Eris. “Why not? Remember what Rhys said, behave.”

“I hate you,” you mutter. Sliding your hand into his. 

He fights back a smile. “I know.” Then leads you to the center of the throne room, placing a hand on your waist, guiding you through the dance.

The music is a symphony of flutes, strings, and drums that echo throughout the throne room as Azriel and you move gracefully across the polished marble floor. Your movements, fluid and enchanting, like two shadows twining together. You spun and dipped, your steps perfectly synchronized, creating a mesmerizing display. 

A shadow seemed to whisper something in his ear. He leaned down, “Everyone is staring,” he murmurs. He spun you again, and it was true, everyone was staring at both of you. 

Smirking, “It’s because you never dance when we’re here.” 

Azriel tilts his head. “I don’t know who’s staring at us harder, them or Eris.” You glare at him. He smirks, amused, “What do you think Y/n?”

Before you can respond, you’re interrupted. 

“Shadowsinger,” Eris says from behind you. He’s standing so close to you that you feel the heat radiating from his body on your back. 

You see Azriel nod and then it’s Eris who has a hand on your waist, his other hand holding yours as he guides you through the next song. 

His amber eyes burning into your violet ones. 

You scrap a talon lightly against his mental shields, and feel him lower them for you. You’re not very subtle, you tease. 

I don’t like you dancing with other males, he growls.

It was only Azriel. 

He doesn’t say anything, he just glares at you.

Are you jealous, Eris? 

Again he doesn’t say anything, his jaw clenching and unclenching. 

You throw your head back, laughing, his hand on your waist tightens, signaling to keep your eyes on him. 

You do, still laughing softly. You are jealous. 

Brat, he mutters. 

Princess, you correct him.

The corner of his lips twitch, and he dips his chin, his eyes shining with an emotion you can’t quite name. The brat Princess of the Night Court, he says. 

The second song comes to end and you pull out of his grasp. Spinning on your heel, you start in the direction of the dais, but stop mid step when Eris blocks your path. 

“What?” you snarl. 

“Dance with me.” Not a question, a demand. 

“No. Like Rhys said you’re here to find a bride.”

He steps into you, forcing you to crane your neck back to meet his gaze, “I already did. . . centuries ago. Now I’m here to claim her. In the traditions of her court.” His brows pinch together. “Is three songs not the custom?”

You don’t say anything. 

His eyes dart between yours. “By my count, it was only two.”

Leaning in so close that your lips nearly touch, “No.”

His eyes flare. And that’s your only warning before he fists the back of your hair and winnows you to the Forest House. 

The throne room to be exact. 

He releases you and walks backwards to the dais. 

Eris sits on his ornate throne, lounging back with one leg casually crossed over his knee, a smirk playing on his lips. He looked comfortable but there was no mistaking the power coming from him. It reached out to you like it was eager to play. 

His eyes rove over every inch of your body. “My High Lady is beautiful—of that there is no doubt.”

“I am not your High Lady.”

His eyes settle on yours again. “You will be.” 

“Fuck you.”

He grins, “You will, fawn. After I teach you how to count.” Your eyes narrow, and he continues. “We danced to two songs and you disagreed, so I’m going to make sure you know how to count by the end of the night,” he explains.

You know what he means, he’s going to spank your ass red and make you count. Your thighs press together, trying to find some relief, his eyes darken and you know he saw. 

“Strip.” He orders. 

You don’t move. 

Eris cocks his head, “Was I wrong to assume that my mate and I aren’t equally matched?” 

“No,” you breathe and slowly, tauntingly, strip in front of him. 

Moving to step out of your heels when he stops you. “Leave the heels.” 

Without him having to tell you, you stride gracefully up to the dais, your heels clicking against the marble floor every step of the way until you’re standing between his legs. 

His hands immediately fall to your hips and thighs, reveling in the feel of your soft skin as if he couldn’t help himself to touch you. 

Then he guides you to lay over his lap. 

His left arm settles across your back, holding you in place while his right hand rubs your ass soothingly. “Count,” he commands. 

No sooner did the word leave his mouth than Eris’s palm connected with your ass. The sound of it echoing in your ears along with your sharp intake of breath. “One.”

He rubs the skin soothingly before slapping your ass again. 

“Two,” you say, biting back a moan. 

Eris soothes you’re already redding skin, “So you can count to two,” he taunts. 

Rolling your eyes, you mutter, “Prick.”

His dark chuckle is followed by another slap to your ass. 

You whimper, “Three.” Thighs rubbing together in need of friction. 

“You’re so wet, fawn,” Eris murmurs smugly. “Even the inside of your thighs are glistening.” One of his fingers dips between your slick folds and he grunts when you try to buck your hips. 

“Eris,” you whine, frustrated. 

“Shhh.” He coos withdrawing his finger then landing another smack.

You cry out, “Four!” at the same time he slides a finger into you. Pumping and twisting it in and out. Shuddering when his thumb plays with your clit. 

Your chest rising and falling faster and faster as he picks up the pace. “Oh!” You gasp, eyes fluttering closed, as he curls his fingers, getting you closer and closer to the edge. 

Fingers digging into his leg as you squirm beneath his touch. Walls clenching around his finger, about to tumble over the edge when he pulls out. You growl in frustration and his palm connects with your ass in response. “Five,” you moan. 

He doesn’t soothe the skin before pushing your legs apart, baring your wet pussy to him, and spanking your clit. The slap to your clit igniting a wildfire in you.“Six!”

His palm connects with your clit again.

“Seven!” Your back arches and your thighs shake. Heat spreads throughout your body. Consuming you with a burning need. 

Again. 

“Eight!” You cry out, teetering on the fineline of pain and pleasure. 

Again.

“Nine!” Your muscles tighten, your body going taunt. The pressure building within you is like a volcano, threatening to erupt with one final push. One final slap to your clit.

Again. 

“Ten!” You erupt with a hoarse cry ripping from your throat, tears spilling from your eyes, vision blurring, as you erupt.

Your orgasm consumes you the way fire does everything in its path. Intensely and mercilessly. Turning you into a writhing mess of pleasure on his lap.

Your body is still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm when Eris rubs your throbbing skin soothingly. “You did so well, fawn.” He praises.

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Kinktober Day 3: Pegging

Cassian x Reader || WC: 2.3k

You slam down your empty shot glass on the kitchen counter at the same time Cassian does. 

He throws his head back, howling with laughter. “I’m surprised you’re actually keeping up sweetheart,” he admits between laughs. 

Titling your head at him. “Why?” 

He gestures to the 10 empty shot glasses in front of both of you. “I didn’t think your brother let you drink.” 

“Tamlin didn't let me do a lot of things, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t do them.” Cassian grins at your words—at you. 

“He trained you to fight though.” Not a question but you nodded your head. 

“He did. I think it was only because I can shapeshift too, so it made sense to. . . I guess.”

He looks at you incredulously, “you can shapeshift?”

“Yeah.”

“Liar.”

You laugh, “why would I lie?”

“So, you can shapeshift. . . fully?” 

“Yeah.”

He nods at you, “do it.”

You blink at him. “I’m not shapeshifting into a wolf right here, in the kitchen.” 

“Fine.” he grumbles. “What about just. . .  parts of your body?” he asks with an arched brow. 

“Yeah,” you answer honestly. 

His brows furrow, “sooo, let’s say—hypothetically—instead of a cunt you could have a cock?”

You chuckle at his question. “Yes, hypothetically.”

He crosses his arms and you can’t help but to stare at them. Corded in muscles and thick veins. “Prove it.” His voice brings you back and when you look at him, he’s smirking at you.

“I don’t have to prove anything.” You smirk back.

“Because you can’t.” 

You cross your arms, not missing the way his eyes fall to your tits, maybe or maybe not knowing that crossing your arms would push them up. “Let’s make a bet.” 

“What kind of bet?” He asks hesitantly and you grin. 

“If I prove to you, that I can turn my”—your do air quotes with your fingers—“cunt into a cock. Then I get to fuck you.”

His eyes widen and your grin turns feral. 

“H-h-how?” he sputters. 

You stick your right hand out for him to shake. “Bet or no bet?” 

“Mother save me,” he mumbles under his breath and then he’s shaking your hand. 

As soon as your hands touched, you shapeshifted. You’ve done it so much that now you could change your form with half a thought. 

Cassian was about to let go, when you grabbed his wrist bringing it towards your body, “What are you doing?”

“Winning.” 

His eyes narrow and he blinks at you confused, but then a moment later he understands at the same time that you place his hand over your clothed cunt—cock now. He unconsciously takes a step closer and grips it. Both of you sucking in a sharp breath.

Cassian’s eyes meet yours, “Sweetheart, I don’t think it’ll fit.” 

“Trust me, it’ll fit.” 

His eyes flick back down to watch his hand, gripping you through your pants. You’re already hard just with him touching you. “Have you. . . have you ever fucked someone? This way?” 

You nod, “yeah. A few times.”

His head snaps back up, hazel eyes devoid of all warmth. “Who? When?”

You exhale a deep breath. Holding his gaze, “Lucien. It was centuries ago,” you quickly add.

All he does is nod his head, and look back down at his hand. 

“We don’t have t—“

He cuts you off, “I know. . . but I want to.” 

You give your mate a reassuring smile, then take his hand, leading him to your bedroom in the House of Wind. You moved in after you left the Spring Court with Feyre, almost seven months ago, and the mating bond snapped between Cassian and you soon after. 

“I’m never making a drunk bet with you again,” Cassian called from inside the en-suite bathroom, “ever.”

You can’t help but chuckle as you continue to lounge lazily across the settee that’s adjacent to the door. “Cass, you shouldn’t make a bet with me, period. You always lose,” you tease and finish tying the red ribbon into a bow around the base of your cock. 

“No, I don’t!” You can practically see his scowl, “I win sometimes,” he argues. 

You’re full on laughing now. “No, you don’t.” 

“Yes, I— quit laughing!” 

Shaking your head, “hey cass?” 

He doesn’t answer. 

You clear your throat. “Cassian?”

“Yeah?” His voice is soft. Nervous. 

“We don’t have to do this. It’s all right—“ 

The sound of the door opening cuts you off mid sentence. The illyrian male standing in the doorway cuts you off mid sentence. Your eyes take him in hungrily. From his handsome face to his broad shoulders. To his muscular arms and his cut abs. To his thick hard cock and his thick muscular thighs. 

And finally to the black lace knee high stockings glittering with crystals. Sparkling like the night sky.

All he has on is the stockings and all you have on is the red bow tied to the base of your cock. 

Your gaze lingers on the stockings for a couple seconds before settling on his face again. You see his eyes trailing over your body, lingering on your bow wrapped cock, and he licks his lips making a soft moan slip through your lips. 

His eyes flick back up to your face and you nod towards the bed. “Kneel.”

Cassian sucks in a shaky breath and then swallows hard. His throat bobbing. Silently, he makes his way towards the bed and kneels on the floor, at the foot of the bed. 

You sit up from where you were lying on the settee, noticing the tension in his body. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” you tell him using the nickname he uses for you. He does and he visibly relaxes, slightly. “Again,” you repeat. “One more time,” he does, all the tension finally leaving his body. 

You rise from the settee making your way towards him. 

Standing right in front of him, brushing his hair away from his face, “Good boy,” you murmur. Earning a soft smile from him and you can’t help but to return it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You question one last time, wanting to make sure he’s comfortable. He nods his head. “I need words, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” his voice is quiet but confident. “I’m sure.”

“Good.” You run both of your hands through his hair, gripping it at the base, “open your mouth and place your hands on your thighs.” He does as you command. Keeping eye contact as your cock is engulfed in the wet heat of his mouth.

He struggles, trying to accommodate your size. Your hand comes up to caress his face, “Relax your jaw. Breathe from your nose. Then let me in.” Cassian closes his eyes and then follows your instructions—taking you in deeper. 

Still only taking you almost half of your length. 

A sinful groan leaves your lips when he swirls his tongue around the sensitive head, then dips his tongue into the slit. He moans at the taste of precum on his tongue, the vibrations of it making your cock twitch as you buck into his mouth. 

His cheeks hollow as he tries to take you in deeper, but you still your movements, “Can I fuck your mouth, sweetheart? I’m not going to be gentle.”

Cassian nods eagerly, and your hands grip the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair as you start fucking his mouth mercilessly. You feel the head of your cock hitting the back of his throat making him gag and his eyes water. Saliva runs down his chin. You smile down at him in response, “good boy.” 

You throw your head back in pleasure, letting out breathy moans as you continue pumping roughly into his warm mouth. 

Cassian whimpers around your cock, and you look down, seeing him touch himself. His precum glistens on his tip and drips onto his fingers as he strokes his thick, hard length. 

Fisting his hair to the point of pain and thrusting into his mouth so that he’s swallowing all of you. His nose is pressed against your lower abdomen. His hazel eyes boring into yours as he coughs and sputters around you, gagging, but you don’t let up. Tears roll down his cheeks. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself did I?” you snap.

His fingers dig into your hips. He coughs again, shedding more tears. 

“Did I?” 

He shakes his head ‘no’ as best he can, and you release him, a string of spit stretching between his slick swollen lips and your hard length. Saliva runs down his chin as he desperately sucks in lungfuls of air between coughs, each breath a ragged gasp. 

Cassian’s eyes are still on you—pupils dilated—still gleaming. You grin at him, jerking your chin at your bed, “Bend over at the foot of the bed.” 

He takes in another breath, rises, then bends over at the foot of the bed like you asked. You step up behind him, slapping his ass and then gripping it, making him whimper. “Please,” he begs. 

“Please what, sweetheart?” You taunt. 

He whines, “please, fuck me. I-I need you.”

You press your length against him and he pushes back, grinding on you. “Then be a good boy and arch your back, I need to prep you.” 

He spreads his legs out a little more, arching his back, baring himself to you and you slap his ass again. Leaving a red handprint on his skin. 

Then you spit on his ass and spread it around his hole. You spit again this time on your fingers making sure they’re coated then slowly push your forefinger in, and he takes in a sharp breath, you work it in and out of him slowly. “Let me know when you’re ready for another one.”

You keep working him for a couple minutes watching him—his reactions. Then he nods his head and you add another finger in slowly. He lets out a gasp this time, but starts to push back, fucking your fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck my fingers,” you coo. 

His cock twitches between his legs. “Touch yourself, Cass.” Once he starts stroking himself, you add a third finger. 

“F-f-fuuuck,” he rasps out. 

You continue fucking his ass with your fingers, matching his pace as he strokes himself. His legs start to shake and you see his balls tighten. 

“I’m gonna cum!” His voice is a breathy whimper. 

You angle your cock right under his, “Cum on my cock, sweetheart.” 

He lets out a low, raspy groan, clenching around your fingers, spilling himself on your cock. His whole body shaking as his cock pulses, painting you in his release. 

When he lets go of himself, you pull your fingers out and rub his cum all over your cock—lubing yourself up. 

You place a few kisses on his back then position yourself.  

Your left hand grips his hip, and your right hand guides your hardened length into him, and you slowly push in. Cassian lets out a strangled scream as you bury yourself in, inch by inch until you’re buried to the hilt. “Fuck Cass. You’re so fucking tight,” you grit out through clenched teeth. 

“You’re so fucking big!” He whimpers. 

You let him adjust to your size, then slowly start rolling your hips, “ Fuuuck,” you moan softly. 

“Faster. Harder, please!” Cassian begs. His voice is a desperate plea.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” You dig your fingers into his hips and fuck his ass with abandon. Titling back slightly, making sure to get in as deep as you can. 

“Oh, my— f-fuck!” He screams out as you pound into him impossibly faster. He fists himself again, matching your speed, all the little noises he’s making only spur you on. 

You feel him start to clench around you again, then he starts to pant, and not even a minute later he’s cumming again. 

You pull out of him and he whines, slapping his ass again, “shut the fuck up and flip over,” you order. 

He does as he’s told and flips over. His chest is heaving slightly, his face is flushed, his shoulder length hair is messy and his cheeks are streaked with tears. 

“Lift your legs up,” you demand. He does shakily and you run your nails against the back of his thighs, and tug at the lace bands of his black stockings, “Gods, these are going to be the death of me,” you groan. 

He mumbles incoherently, in response making you chuckle as you throw his legs over your shoulder while simultaneously sinking into him again in one quick thrust. Cassian lets out a soundless scream and you let out a content sigh as your cock disappears back into his body. 

You lock your arms around his legs and then start fucking him again in missionary. Your hips snapping against his ass and backs of his thick thighs as you set a punishing rhythm. 

Cassian writhes underneath you, fisting your sheets, your cock twitching at the sight of him coming undone.

Gripping his legs tighter, when you start to feel pressure building in your spine, “fuck,” you grit out. Letting out shaky breaths as your hips start to jerk. 

Cassian’s cock starts to twitch, the thick vein on the underside pulsing as it starts to jerk and bob against his stomach. His back arches and then he’s coming on his stomach, it's the final push you need to fall over the edge, with one final thrust you empty yourself inside of him. 

Hips jerking as he spasms and contracts around you, milking every last drop of your release. You collapse on top of him, dissolving into pleasure and his arms unconsciously wrap around you. 

You're a shaking, panting mess on top of him as bolts of electricity hit your spine. A breathy string of curses slipping past your lips. Heart pounding, hot jets of cum filling him as your hips stutter .

After a couple minutes you shapeshift back to your base form making your cum slowly seep out of him.

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A/N: i feel like this one is either a hit or miss but i LOVE it and thank you bestie @thelov3lybookworm for giving me the courage to post it 💕

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