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I love this!!

Hi!! Can I request the bat boys snapping at the reader for no reason/not her fault and then they realize they made a mistake and try to make it up to her (I kinda love groveling…)

How the batboys apologize after hurting your feelings…

Rhysand

It was after a day in the Court of Nightmares

It always stressed him out, but this time, it was particularly bad.

He hated who he had to become with each visit to the Hewn City—the persona he had to take on.

He didn’t say a word when he arrived home, which worried you immediately.

You went to him, and as soon as you reached to hug him he hissed, “Don’t touch me.”

You jumped at his tone, unable to hide the tears forming in your eyes.

His expression dropped as he realized what he’d done, but you left the room before he could apologize.

He left you alone for a couple of hours, cooking dinner for the two of you.

He apologized at the table, voice cracking in pain at what he’d done to you.

When the two of you went to bed that night, he held you tightly, whispering apologies and sweet nothings over and over.

The next morning when you woke up, there were flowers on the bed, and breakfast was waiting downstairs.

Rhys was in the kitchen only wearing an apron.

Cassian

The two of you were sparring.

Cassian had always been hard on you when it came to training. He pushed you to be the best you could.

But he went too far, this time.

You were panting, sweaty, and exhausted, but Cassian was relentless.

You hunched over, hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath.

Cassian told you, without thinking, “You’ll never be good enough if you keep giving up.”

He had meant it to be motivational, but Cassian, ever the charmer, said it quite harshly.

As Cassian saw your teary-eyed expression, a string of curses fell from his lips. “Shit, baby, I...”

You ignored Cassian, and wordlessly retreated to your room, tears streaming down your face.

He found you in the bathtub, wings drooping behind him. He grabbed a wash cloth, silently wiping away the grime and sweat from your body, kissing any exposed skin he could reach.

He muttered countless apologies, telling you how stupid he is, and how scared he is to lose you.

Later, he apologized with his tongue, his hands, his…well, you get it.

Azriel

At first, he hadn’t even realized he hurt your feelings.

In truth, it wasn’t a huge deal, but you’d been telling him about a book you were reading, excitement lining your face and words.

You’d thought he was listening, until he turned and said, “I’m busy.”

The words stung, but you nodded, quietly leaving his study.

Azriel was confused when you didn’t re-emerge from your shared room that evening. He found you in bed, wrapped in the blankets, your book in hand.

“What chapter are you on?” He asked, curious as he climbed in bed beside you.

“Not like you’d care,” you muttered, annoyed as you turned away from him.

His brows furrowed in confusion, but then a long sigh left him as he realized. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling you against his chest.

He peppered your neck and shoulder with kisses, murmuring words of comfort and apology.

He also apologized with his tongue between your legs. ANYWAYS

Afterwards, he listened intently as you told him about your book, and the next day, he came home with several more books that you’d been wanting.

If you can, please reblog this with your favorite feysand fics!! I need some delicious new ones to cuddle up with 😚

Write some dom mommy Nesta for us 😝

Pretty Girl

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Oral, FF

"Please Nes!" You cry out, bucking your hips up for her fingers. Nesta looks down at you with a pout, mocking you. "Oh, pretty girl." She purrs and caresses the side of your hip, which makes you whimper for your touch. "Now what did we say about patience, hmm?" She whispers. You whimper. She spits on her fingers and slowly inserts one in you. You let out a moan as she feels around you. "Is that okay pretty?" She whispers. "Yes! Oh Nes!" You moan. She smirks and slowly inserts another one and your back arches off the bed. "Nesta!" You moan as she continues to pump in you. "Oh, y/n. I don't think you realize how pretty you are. Oh, my pretty girl." She smiles at you, watching your face contort in pleasure. Your moans start getting higher in pitch, signaling to Nesta that you were close to your climax.

Then she pulls her fingers out of you.

You sob. "Please Nes! I-I've been such a good girl!" Nesta smirks as she lowers herself to your pretty pink pussy. "I know pretty. I just want to taste you. Can I do that?" She looks up at you. "Yes." You breathe. She licks your slit, making you arch your back and groan. Then she starts sucking and tasting and teasing your bundle of nerves. "Nes! Oh!" You moan out, grinding against her mouth. You let out a series of moans and whimpers as she continues to feast on your pussy. Then you feel that coil starting to free itself. "Nes! Nes I'm gonna-" "Cum for me mon amour." She whispers huskily. You finally let go with a cry and you release all over her face. She looks up at your dazed state and smirks. "There she is. My pretty girl."

Y’all love some Azriel!

I am multi fandom- my friend made a mistake dragging me into this mess

rhysand x reader with wing play and rhys being a sub?

sub!rhys is an inexperienced baby.

You coo softly in the high lord’s ear, whispering gentle praises for taking you so well. His body covers yours, skin pressed against skin, joining in the way only lovers do.

Rhys hasn’t felt this level of intimacy for another in a long while. He began trembling the moment he entered you, hiding his face into your neck and breathing hard, getting used to the feeling of your warm, silky walls wrapped around him. “Just like that, baby,” You had sighed contently when Rhys found the strength to move his hips, rutting against your own in slow, gentle thrusts. “Take what you need.” His cock slides nicely over your inner walls, occasionally finding spots which make you tighten around him. It wouldn’t be enough to send you over the edge. That didn’t matter. Being honest, you took more pleasure in turning Rhys into a whimpering, cunt drunk mess.

Your arms are wrapped around him, holding him as close to you as possible. You explore his body, fingers burying in silky locks, palms sliding and squeezing muscled shoulders, nails gently scraping over warm skin. Rhys purrs, sloppily grinding his hips against yours. You let your fingers wander, trailing down his back, between those large, dark wings draping over you both. Intrigued, your fingertips skim dangerously close. Rhys shudders, muffling a moan into your skin.

“Can I touch you?” Your ask, your voice a soft whisper as you kiss Rhys’s neck. The male curses beneath his breath, bracing himself, allowing him to force more strength into his thrusts. You release a pleasured laugh as his cock hits deeper than before. “Yes,” Rhys groans, “Please. Touch me.”

You do. Your touch explores Rhys’s wings. Learning what spots cause his breath to hitch and hips to stutter. The poor male practically sobbed when you lightly dragged your nails along the membrane. You want to know him better than he does, you want to know how to please him like he deserves.

Rhys reached his climax mere minutes after you began caressing his beautiful wings. His teeth dug into your skin, suppressing the sounds of his high. “There you go, that’s it,” You praised him throughout his climax, contrasting with the way your fingers still skated across his sensitive wings, driving Rhys into overstimulation.

You’re addicted. In need of seeing him lose control a few more times.

When you partner is like Rhys~

Rhysand’s Kinks Headcannon

Warnings(s): smut obviously, choking, bondage, squirting, edging, exhibitionism, marking, daddy kink

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-It was no secret that Rhysand was a sex god.

-He loved nothing more than edging you all night long, his fingers drumming against your clit feverishly, then stopping right when you were close. Right when he felt you clench around his fingers, signaling that you were about to let go. He could literally do this all night, but he’s too kind to ever torture you for that long. Give him your signature puppy eyes and he’ll let you cum.

-Even better than the latter, he loves to make you squirt. It’s physical proof that stays on the sheets all night that he truly pressed all the right buttons inside of you. Squirt in his face too, he’ll say “good girl” and let you choke on his dick.

-Exhibitionism. But, only in other courts. He adores having you sit on top of him, legs spread as he toys with your clit through your panties. (think that one scene in acomaf 👀) the shocked gasps and embarrassed looks from the other fae around fills his ego up even more, if that were even possible.

-Daddy kink. I will not accept anything less. This. Man. Is. Daddy. He’ll refer to himself that way, too. Saying things like “Does someone want daddy’s cock tonight?” “Want daddy to make your pretty pussy cum? Hmmm? Be a good girl.” If you call him that in public, good luck…he will take you in an alleyway pressed up against the brick.

-Bondage. Simple. He enjoys tying you up so that you can’t close your legs when he hits that sensitive part of your g-spot, or when he keeps licking your clit languidly even after you came.

-Choking. Nothing too intense, but he does think his large hand looks rather pretty like a necklace around your sensitive neck. He might just have a thing for necks in general, though. He loves kissing and sucking on your neck just as much as when you do it to him. And fuck…do those growls and moans he makes when you do it encourage you.

-Impact play. Again, nothing too intense. In fact, you’re the one who brought it up. You were being a tease, he called you naughty. You replied with “maybe you should punish me then. spank the brat out of me?” You could of swore you saw the feral horny look in his eyes illuminate. He was still hesitant to lay a hand on you like that, but when you moaned in pleasure and soaked your panties after his first little smack, he knew how much of a pain slut you were. Your safe word is wingspan.

-Marking. You belong to him, and he wants everyone to know that. Expect to have dark purple bruises all over your neck, tits, and in between your thighs. You swore that Rhys could make you cum just from sucking on your jugular…

Mother’s Day Drabble

Azriel making you a mommy 😎

a/n: This is probably awful as I’ve never written smut before but it was just a little thought ❤️ enjoy! Wrote this bad boy waiting for coffee

smut!! Minors do not interact! Read under the cut! Warnings: Fingering, p in v, gloves, overstimulation, okay literally straight filth-no plot.

Face pressed into the pillow, you’ve lost track of time as your mate rutted into you with heavy breaths, sinful noises filling the room. In a daze at this point as you felt the hot liquid seep out of your poor cunt as he pushed himself deeper. A moan escaping your lips. “You’re going to make a wonderful mother,” Azriel whispered in your ear as his hand wraps around your throat to lift your head. Planting peppered kisses against your throat as he slowly pushes his length deeper. Making you feel the fullest you’ve felt. An oh escaping your lips as his thumb presses against your tongue. A hiss escaped his lips as he releases another load inside you. His brows furrowing and with a click of his tongue Azriel noticed his seed seeping out of your cunt. How messy you were, in his eyes, that seed should be deeper inside of you, how else would you become a mother?

“My love we can’t have you wasting it, you said you wanted to a Mother’s Day gift and I’m trying to give you one” Azriel cooed in your ear. As he pulls his length out. Leaving you empty with your legs spread revealing the mess he left of your poor pussy. With his gloved hand. Azriel pushes a finger between your slit, pushing the cum back inside you. A groan escaping your lips as you feel the hot liquid reach deeper inside of you. A few tears spilled from the coners of your eyes, your body so sensitive and overstimulated. You weren’t sure if you were even awake at this point. As it’s been hours, just from one little teasing joke this morning that you deserve a Mother’s Day gift from all the times he sucks on your breasts. Adding another finger, Azriel whispers lowly “such a good girl, look how full you are. Next year we’re going to have such cute babies. Right love?” Pushing the cum deeper inside you. His other hand tightening against your throat. Azriel kept going and going until you came once more, your eyes half lidded as you try to stay awake. Earning peppered kisses as he pulls you into his arms. “Think you can handle one more round, love?” He kisses your temple as you sit in his lap, your back against his chest. Using his legs to spread yours, leading to sinful sounds filling the room as his fingers slip out of your poor little cunt. Cum oozing out of you as he aligns himself up again. “Just one more, okay?” Azriel’s voice raspy as you can feel his grin against your neck. You give a confirming nod, giving him the okay to start pushing himself Inch by inch, a moan on your lips as you feel the stretch. You weren’t sure if it was from how big he was or how full of cum you were. “Happy Mother’s Day” he whispers as he hits your sweet spot.