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Damian: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.
Dick: Damian, no.
Jason: Mistlefoe.
Dick: Please stop encouraging him.
"Whatever you need to throw at me, I can take it. I won't break" -Cassian
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The only thing I need in life rn is a hc on how the batboys would react to finding the reader mastrubating while reading one of the smutty novels 🤭
Let’s see…
Requests are open!!
nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
Rhysand
“Must be a very good book, darling,” he purrs as he walks in on you, amusement twinkling in his violet eyes.
Smirks as your face flushes, and you try to cover yourself
He’ll grab the book, setting it aside.
Will absolutely make you tell him about the scene you were reading as he buries his tongue between your legs.
And if you stop talking, he stops as well.
Cassian
This cocky bastard will lean against the doorframe, grinning. “Don’t stop on my account.”
When you freeze up, he takes the book from you, skimming over the pages you were reading.
“This is what has you all worked up, sweetheart?”
He’ll recreate the scene with you.
And he’s so teasing about your smutty books, but he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Azriel
He’s so quiet that you almost don’t realize he walked in on you.
When you finally realize, Azriel only says “Keep going.”
So you continue reading the book, touching yourself, and Azriel watches, his shadows tracing and teasing along your body.
Even if you beg for him to touch you, he won’t, at first.
“Show me how badly you need me.”
Good bye.
what would each of the batboys be like when u go down on them for the first time in your relationship? 😇
Let’s see…
(18 plus below the cut, Requests are OPEN, btw)
Rhysand
The FILTHIEST mouth
Definitely cocky about it when you suggested it
“Do you like getting on your knees for me?”
The cockiness flew out the window the moment your lips wrapped around him.
“Look at you, taking my cock so well.”
Gives you complete free rein.
Once he’s close, his eyes screw shut, and this male WHIMPERS, string of curses falling from his lips
“Such a perfect fucking mouth.”
Very, very vocal as he finishes
Cassian
His eyes practically popped out of his head when you asked him if you could do it
But he was more than willing to let you
King of praise
“Such a good girl”
“You look so pretty with my cock down your throat” HELP
Will definitely get a little rough, if you let him.
Tugging at your hair, fucking your throat.
Yeah. Definitely likes throatfucking.
If you make eye contact as you suck him off, it takes everything in him to not come immediately.
Azriel
Now I think our Shadowsinger prefers giving
But he won’t say no to you.
Mixes praise and degradation, for SURE
“Such a pretty little slut, making a mess of my cock.”
“You like when I use you like this, huh?”
ROUGH, most of the time.
Like Cassian, he enjoys fucking your throat.
Also loves when you get messy, makeup running down your face, drool coating your chin.
He definitely likes finishing down your throat, but also doesn’t mind painting your chest with his release.
What kinks I think the batboys have…
a/n: just having THOUGHTS, is all. My requests are open :)
nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
Rhysand:
this man is a pleasure dom 100%
his favorite thing is to make you come over and over until you’re unable to think
“One more, darling. Give me one more.” SHEESH
Overstimulation>>>>
Uses toys to overstimulate you
He’ll tie your hands above your head or behind your back when you can’t stay still for him
He also uses overstimulation as a punishment, and edging, occasionally.
Light impact play
I’m just gonna say it. He has a daddy kink.
PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE!!!
“Doing so good for me.”
“Be a good girl and come for daddy.”
Cassian
Part of me thinks he’s a soft dom, part of me thinks he’s a brat tamer. I can’t decide so we’ll go with a healthy mix of the two. He’s adaptable lmao.
BREEDING KINK you cannot tell me otherwise.
We all know he loves rough sex.
Hair pulling, biting
SPANKING!!! Give him too much attitude, he’ll put you over his knee until your ass is bright red and throbbing.
Definitely likes restraining you, and doesn’t mind the roles being reversed, occasionally.
Loves praising you.
“You look so pretty when you come on my cock, baby.”
“Always take my cock so well, sweetheart.”
Also likes BEING praised. Tell him how good he feels, how well he’s doing, and it takes everything in him to not come immediately.
Azriel
Kinky mf. We all know it.
Shadow play!!! He’ll use his shadows to pin you to the bed, to play with your nipples, your clit, etc.
Into sadism and masochism for sure.
Despite popular belief!!! I don’t think he’d be into knife play? Reminds him too much of his work. Maybe I’m wrong don’t hurt me.
He’ll deny your orgasms as a punishment, or he’ll overstimulate you until you’re brainless. No in between.
Mixes praise and degradation.
“Such a needy little slut.”
“You look so pretty with my cock down your throat.”
Sigh.
Blindfolds, gags, vibrators, rope. He has almost anything you can imagine.
Loves marking you; showing everyone who you belong to.
HEADCANONS FOR THE BATBOYS MOTHER HEN-ING WHEN THE READER GETS BACK WITH A FEW SCRATCHES FROM A MISSION PLEASE!! It's literally 2:00 am here,and i can NOT get this one thought out of my headdd
How the batboys react to you getting injured on a mission…
a/n: requests are open
Rhysand:
Externally calm, internally panicking
Will definitely scold you after the healer has made sure there are no major injuries
Not because he thinks you’re stupid or incapable, but because you scared the shit out of him.
He hugs you so tightly you feel like your ribs might crack
Will not let you leave his sight for the rest of the day.
Cassian:
Is very obviously worried.
Even though your injuries are mild scrapes/bruises, he’ll ask a thousand times if you’re okay
Feels like he failed you somehow, even though he couldn’t have prevented it.
He becomes your personal nurse—refuses to let you lift a finger for a few days.
Once you’re healed, he’s forcing you to train to correct whatever mistake led to you getting injured HAHA
Azriel:
Tries not to show it, but he’s very much freaking out.
Definitely gets mad if anyone besides the healer tries to touch you.
He’ll ask you to tell the story of what happened over and over to figure out what went wrong.
Blames himself for not being there. :(
Once you’re patched up, he’ll cuddle you and whisper how much he loves you.
Could you pls pls pls do things the bat boys would say during sex? Love ya lots!
Let’s see…
a/n: requests are open!!
nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
Rhysand:
“Look at how well you take my cock.” Whilst using his daemati abilities to show you his POV of him fucking you
“This pretty little cunt was made for me.”
“Do you like being on your knees for me?”
“One more, darling. Give me one more.”
“Making a mess of my cock, aren’t you?”
Cassian:
“You look so pretty with my cock down your throat.”
“So fucking wet for me.”
“Show me how much you love my cock.”
“Yeah? You like when I fuck you like this?”
“Relax, baby. You can take it. So good for me.”
Azriel:
“Such a good little slut for me.”
“Yeah? You wanna cum? Beg for it.”
“You’re mine. Say it.”
“Not so tough now, are you, bunny? Where’d that attitude go?”
“That’s it, just like that, bunny. Such a perfect fucking mouth.”
Hiii! Can you do a batboys x reader about what would drive the boys ABSOLUTELY FERAL during sex? Lmao im horny love your writing 🫶
Batboys’ turn-ons…
a/n: requests are open!!
nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
Rhysand
Dirty talk!!!
Tell him how good feels, how much you love his cock, and it takes everything in him to not come immediately
^^^ he has a praise kink, guaranteed
Eye contact is another thing!!
Keeping your eyes glued to his as you suck him off, or while he fucks you. He goes completely feral.
He has a breeding kink, so If you ask him to come inside of you?
You’re gonna be sore ❤️❤️
Cassian
Give him attitude!! Bait him!!
“Make me.” “Prove it.” “You’re all talk.”
R.I.P to your lower half.
He loooves rough sex. Pulling his hair, digging your nails into his skin.
Also likes when you take control!! Def more submissive than he lets on.
If you touch his wings while you ride him? He turns into a MESS
He def has a praise kink, too.
Something tells me he’d like being called a good boy but don’t quote me
Azriel
Loves when you get desperate
Begging him to touch you
Begging him to let you come
He’s a mean dom, for SURE.
What really turns him on is the trust that you have in him.
The obedience you have, the willingness to do whatever he wants.
The glazed-over look you get when he calls you his “good girl,” or when he tells you how pretty you look with his cock down your throat. Have mercy.
Hii could you please do one about the bat boys being really clingy and just heart melt level adorable? Gimme grumpy mornings or hugs from behind and murmurs in the ear, anything. Feel free to do your thing. Ps: Love Love LOVEEE your writing
Clingy Batboys
a/n: just a few Headcanons on what our batboys are like when they’re clingy. Requests are open!!!
warnings: some suggestiveness, nothing too crazy
Rhysand
Will NOT admit that he gets clingy
But he’s the most clingy when he’s tired.
Early in the morning, late at night, or when he’s sick.
He is 100% a “poor Illyrian baby”
When the two of you are in bed together, he’ll press his face into your hair, breathing in your scent.
“I missed you, darling.” Even though he saw you just hours before. Help me.
Very, very affectionate. Lots of little kisses, back rubs, sex.
Cassian
He is just clingy in general.
Always wants to be around you.
But!! When he gets reallyyyyy clingy? It’s usually when he’s feeling jealous.
It’s not often, but when it happens, he’s practically attached to you.
Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his stubble brushing against your soft skin as he kisses your neck.
“I love you, y’know?” he’ll murmur against your skin :(
Give him some reassurance pls
Azriel
Doesn’t show his clinginess in public
But in private? He’s allll over you.
Really likes cuddling, when he’s feeling clingy.
One night, he simply laid his head in your lap as you read a book to him, your free hand running through his hair. He’d never fallen asleep so quickly.
Despite his quietness, and seemingly “cold” personality, this mf gets GRUMPY like a toddler if you don’t give him attention for an extended period of time.
But it’s passive-aggressive grumpiness so he won’t outright tell you.
He’ll just stare at you LMFAOOO
But it’s because he was so deprived of affection during his childhood. Just give him love please
hello! I was wondering if you could write about the bat boy's love language and how their mate finds out about it. I'm so sure Azriel's would be touch, even if he denys it a hundred times over 😂
The batboys’ love languages…
a/b: requests are open!!!!
warnings: suggestiveness, but that’s it
Rhysand
This male loves words of affirmation.
Tell him how much you love him, how much he means to you
Remind him that he’s a good person
Once, you left him a sweet note on the nightstand before leaving for work
You didn’t leave your bedroom the next day
Going back on the note thing, Rhys saves everything you write for him, so he can look back at it when he’s feeling down on himself :(
Especially after he’s been in the Hewn City. He needs the reassurance that he’s not the evil man that most of Prythian thinks him to be
Your words glue him back together
Cassian
I think he’s big on quality time.
He likes being near you; in your presence.
Sitting next to you at dinners and meetings, training with you, showering with you
He’d be perfectly content sitting in the living room with you, reading over a war strategy book while you rant about your latest romance novel
He doesn’t like being away from you.
He is CLINGY don’t fight me on this.
This giant Illyrian warrior is equivalent to a koala when he has to be away from you for extended periods of time.
He craves your presence constantly.
Azriel
Say it with me: PHYSICAL TOUCH
I do not CARE that he is reserved and doesn’t generally touch people.
It’s reserved for his mate 😐
He was so deprived of affection as a boy. It’s all he wants, now. But he’ll NEVER admit it out loud.
Even if it’s just your legs touching as the two of you sit together, or intertwining your pinkies as you walk the streets of Velaris, he HAS to be touching you.
He loves cuddling you, kissing you, just FEELING you.
Not big on PDA, but behind closed doors? He is all over you.
You touch keeps him grounded.
eeek! saw that you're taking requests and whilst reading one of your headcannon's about our beloved bat boys... wondering what you think it would be like bathing with each of them 😏😇😅🤤 fluff and nsfw content, and all!!! like i imagine a sort of gentleness in maybe Rhys (?) massaging your scalp while shampooing or something, but then a sort of ferocity as he grabs your hips and pulls them flat against...
OKAY YOU GET IT!! RIGHT? hopefully lol!!!!is this too much??? UGH
anyways
love, love, love how you flow with words. seemingly so natural, as if you know each of the boys personally and thoroughly. obsessed with it.
this is my personal love letter to you, thanking you for putting your work into the universe for us all to devour and enjoy and smile like a fool at. you are amazing!!! thank you!!
First of all!!! This is so sweet of you, anon!! The feedback I’ve been getting for my works lately has been so kind. I love all of you!!
Friendly reminder that my requests are OPEN.
Anyway!! Nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
Bathing with the Batboys…
Rhysand
It’s an almost daily ritual with him.
Whether you’re showering, or in the bathtub, he enjoys doing it with you.
This male practically PURRS when you scrub the shampoo into his scalp.
He loves giving you massages in the bathtub, too. Rubbing away the tension in your neck, your shoulders, your back.
He revels in the soft moans and gasps that fall from your lips.
You definitely use baths as an excuse to touch his wings.
He pull you into his lap as you wipe the washcloth on his chest, his shoulders.
You’ll “accidentally” graze his wing, earning a hiss from him.
“You cruel little thing,” Rhys tells you, but makes no move to stop you.
So you continue, swirling your fingers around the spots you know to be sensitive.
And then Rhys can’t take it anymore, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his throbbing cock.
“Look at what you’ve caused, darling.”
You smirk, wrapping your hand around him, stroking him slowly. “Seems like a ‘you’ problem, Rhysie.”
He gives you his signature feline grin in response, before lifting you from the tub, and carrying you to bed.
You won’t be walking for the rest of the day ❤️
Cassian
This man loves being babied, can’t tell me otherwise.
He turns his back to you in the bathub, giving you full access to his back and wings.
It’s not just the fact that touching his wings is stimulating, it’s also that there is a lot of trust that comes with Cassian being in such a vulnerable position with you.
The sounds that come from him, when you massage his back?
When YOU TOUCH HIS WINGS? Good luck!!
He loves washing your hair, and actually likes braiding it, too.
He’ll pull your back flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”
“I’m naked, Cassian.”
“Exactly.”
He will pepper kisses along your exposed skin, smiling to himself as your breaths come in quicker.
He wraps his strong arms around your waist, calloused hands moving to cup your breasts.
“So perfect,” he murmurs, circling your nipples until they form hard peaks.
He’ll keep one hand on your breasts, the other sliding down your stomach, stopping just above where you need him.
When you turn to glare at him, he shamelessly grins in response. “Ask me nicely.”
“Cocky bas—oh…” your words are cut off the moment his fingers start circling your clit.
He’ll draw at least three orgasms from you before taking you to bed. Or the counter, or the wall, if you’re both particularly impatient.
Azriel
LOVES the intimacy of bathing with you.
He showers you with affection, both as you bathe him, and he bathes you.
“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” he’ll mutter as you massage his scalp, his eyes focusing on the concentration in your face.
It takes a while before he’ll let you touch his wings, but when he finally allows it, it becomes a regular occurrence.
You’ll sit in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as the water gently steams around the two of you.
You’ll not-so-subtly trace a finger along the membranes of his wing, squeezing your legs together at the string of curses that leave him.
His tone of voice turns you into a puddle.
“Keep it up, sweetheart. See what happens.”
You ABSOLUTELY keep it up, tracing and teasing his wings.
Azriel has lots of self-control, but the second you decide to drag your tongue along his wing?
He bends you over the edge of the tub, hands caressing the backs of your thighs.
He’ll take his time teasing you, with his tongue, his fingers.
Then, when you’re begging, he’ll finally give you what you want.
Definitely smirks to himself at your wobbly legs afterwards. (But absolutely carries you around till you can stand on your own.)
Batboys’ favorite way to cuddle…
a/n: based on an ask I got recently!! Requests are open!! Smut, fluff, headcanons, etc.
warnings: none, just fluff
Rhysand
Loves good old-fashioned spooning
Prefers being the big spoon
But on hard days, or when he’s had a nightmare, he’ll 100% be the little spoon
Buries his face in your hair, breathing in your scent.
Wraps his arms around you tightly, because he’s always scared you’ll be gone when he wakes up
Cassian
Likes when you lay almost completely on top of him, head on his chest, his arms slung around your waist.
You’re like his personal gravity blanket.
Will absolutely wrap his wings around you if you get cold
But he’s practically a furnace, so you almost never need the extra warmth
Plays with your hair, even after you fall asleep
Azriel
Face to face, arms and legs tangled together
He’ll press his face in your neck, kissing your soft skin
Traces up and down your back soothingly
Also wraps his wings around you.
Stares at you once you’re asleep, memorizing every inch of your face, listening to your gentle breathing.
Home Sweet Home (Cassian x Azriel x Rhysand x Reader)
Summary// After a rough day at the camps for your mates, they come home to find you making their favorite meal
Notes: Thanks for the idea @hazelqualquer!
Request: and if, by some miracle, the reader is partnered with the three (cass, rhys, and az) and after they have a difficult time, they all return home, in the late afternoon, then when the three men return, the reader is already in the kitchen cooking, and they loving the way they are are going to help her, then they start talking and stuff, and the reader says that she had a complicated day, and extremely boring, and she ended up fighting with a friend of hers, then they give advice to she and such...
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The mouth-watering aroma of your mates favorite soup filled the house, flooding your senses as you stood in the kitchen, just as you had for the past hour. You were hoping to have it prepared before they came home, having gotten back to the cottage later than intended yourself, but ultimately knew that was no longer possible.
You heard the front door swing open, heart fluttering at the sound of multiple pairs of footsteps making their way into the house. Your mates. Your shoulders sagged in relief, knowing they’d returned safely from the Illyrian camps.
All three of them hated going there, hated the memories that came with them, the same ones that often appeared in the nightmares that kept them up at night. You knew it was especially hard on Rhys, who’d become Hight Lord many years ago and was, in turn responsible for them, responsible for the horrors that occurred within those walls.
Their travel had been the reason you found yourself in the kitchen, cooking the soup that had bonded the four of you months ago of which had become both a favorite and a comfort. You turned to face them as they entered the room, smiling instantly. You dropped the spoon on the counter, rushing eagerly to greet them.
Cassian was closest, arms already open and waiting for you. Your arms banded around him as his did the same, standing on your toes as he leaned down, kissing your lips softly. Your body instantly heated as you pushed your mouth harder against his, earning a small laugh from the male who released you. Cassian made his way deeper into the room, presumably to pick up where you left off cooking as Azriel appeared in front of you, grinning down at you. He wasted no time kissing you, tilting your chin up to allow himself better access to your mouth, access you gladly granted.
His voice was soft, “Smells good, princess.” He quickly placed another kiss on your lips before moving past you to join Cass, leaving you to face Rhys.
You gave him a sad smile from where you stood, understanding how hard todays visit to the camps was for him. Slowly, you walked towards him, locking your arms around him and resting your head on his chest. His arms cadged you to his body as he bent down to kiss your head, resting his cheek against your soft hair. You stayed like that, allowing the other males to tend to the food while you held on to your mate, waiting for the tension to leave his body.
When you finally felt his shoulders relax, you tipped your head back, “Hi, Rhys.”
He smiled, kissing your lips, “Hello, darling.” He sniffed the air, turning towards the pot on the stove, “It smells absolutely divine, y/n.”
Pulling back, you spoke loud enough for all of them to hear, “I knew you boys were going to need some damn good food after today. And I meant to have it ready, but I got a little held up this afternoon.” You paused, eyeing the two who were moving through the kitchen, “But I was supposed to be the one making it for you, so shoo.”
You weaved around the island, bating your mates hands and shoving them out before pointing to the stools that Rhysand had wisely taken a seat in.
Cassian was grinning, “Always so protective of that damn kitchen. Just let us help for once, y/n.”
You shook your head, turning back and resuming your station at the pot. You hesitated, not wanting to ask, but needing to know, “How bad was it?”
The men fell silent before Azriel finally spoke, “There’s been some… retaliation against the new orders for the females in some of the camps.”
You turned, noting the way his voice changed, “What kind of retaliation?”
The other males shuttered as Rhys looked at the floor, voice nearly too quiet to hear, “Multiple pairs of female wings were hung on a post when we arrived.” You faltered as he continued, “We were unable to locate their owners.”
You paled, knowing the women were more than likely dead, hating that Rhys felt responsible, “And what did you do about it?”
Cassians' voice was hard, “We tracked those pieces of shit down and made an example out of them. Hopefully, our point got across, and this won’t happen again.”
“If it does, I’ll burn the fucking place down with all those scum bags still inside.” His voice was steel, and you knew Az was telling the truth, knew that Rhys would probably allow it regardless of the dent it would put in the Illyrian armies.
Rhysand was the first to leave, heading to your shared room to clean up and change, Cass and Az doing the same not long after. Cassian appeared in the kitchen right as you were pulling four bowls down, filling them before turning and bringing them to the table. You sat in your spots, Rhys and Az side by side while you and Cass sat across from them. You ate in silence, all of you needing a moment.
“So, what was the hold up this afternoon, y/n?” You looked up to find Azriel watching you, having noticed the slight distress that still lingered from earlier in the day.
Cassian and Rhys watched you carefully, awaiting your response. You cleared your throat, looking down at your soup, “It’s nothing, just Nesta.”
Cass tensed beside you as Rhys spoke, eyeing you both, “What about Nesta?”
You sighed, “She’s still angry about this,” you gestured to you and Cass with your spoon, “and she won’t talk to me. It’s been months, and I don’t know what to do anymore.” The men fell quiet as you continued, “I don’t want to lose our friendship over this, but our friendship also isn’t worth this.”
Azriel nodded, all three males seeming to think on the topic. She was pissed, understandably so. She and Cassian had had this odd sort of relationship before the bond had snapped between the two of you. And because Nesta had never made any move to push ahead with Cass, despite his efforts, he hadn’t hesitated to explore the bond that had eventually been accepted. It was after you’d returned from the cabin with the three males that you’d found her unwilling to speak with you, it was then that you’d all found out just how much she’d cared for the General.
Cassian spoke first, “When she meets her mate, she’ll understand. She’ll understand why we chose the way we did, and she’ll understand that she and I were never meant to be together.”
Azriel continued, “And regardless, she’ll get over it.”
Nodding his agreement, Rhys looked at you, “Y/n, if she ever truly valued your friendship, she won’t let this put an end to it. She’ll come around.”
Leaning over, Cass placed a kiss on your head, “You did nothing wrong, baby, so don’t worry about it.”
You cracked a small smile at all of them, “Thanks.”
They all nodded, turning back to their food, Cassian placing a hand on your leg, not moving it until you rose, collecting the now empty dishes.
Azriel came up beside you, rolling up his sleeves and helping you wash the dishes, “Thank you, princess. It was delicious.”
You nudged your head against him as Rhysand’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, humming his agreement. You worked in unison: Azriel washing the dishes, you drying them, Rhys putting them away, and Cassian cleaning the countertops and table.
The four of you made your way upstairs, having finished cleaning and all wanting to head to bed after a long day. You changed, crawling into the massive bed that’d been built to accommodate all three Illyrians and their wings. You slept in the center, tonight surrounded by Rhys and Cass with Azriel tucked in behind Rhysand. You loved this, being squished between them and held all night.
You sighed, eyelids heavy with sleep, “Good night, my loves.”
Rhysand’s arm tightened around you in response as Cassian placed a soft kiss on your head. Azriels soft voice washed over you, being the only one awake enough to speak, his voice already weighed down with exhaustion, “Good night, princess.”
Riding the Batboys…
a/n: just having THOUGHTS. Yeehaw, I guess?
Requests are open!! Headcanons, fluff, smut, etc.
nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
Rhysand:
Now!! I think riding Rhysie is something he has to work up to, bc of his past w Amarantha :(
It’s generally loving, slow and intimate.
Your hands braced on his chest, his wings splayed out before you.
his hands trailing along your thighs, your back, your hips—he just can’t get enough of you.
Endless praise falling from his lips because he thinks you’re a goddess and he has no idea what he did to deserve you.
Definitely doesn’t mind you getting a little dominant when you ride him, but he still needs some semblance of control.
And if you TOUCH HIS WINGS? He’s putty in your hands.
Cassian:
Cassian is a switch, 100%, so riding him goes one of two ways.
The first would be you domming him. Definitely likes when you tie his hands to the headboard.
Also likes when you’re rough; biting his neck, lightly scratching his chest.
Could probably finish from praise alone. I just know it. Like, call him a “good boy,” tell him how good he feels, etc.
Might also enjoys some slight degradation? Calling him ‘desperate,’ ‘needy,’ things like that.
Sub!Cassian would literally crawl if you asked him to. BUT ANYWAY
The other scenario would be when Cassian is feeling more dominant. He’ll hold your hips tight enough to leave marks, thrusting up into you while you hold on for dear life. It’s one of his favorite things.
Azriel:
Almost always has control when you’re riding him.
He’ll tie your hands behind your back.
Or use his shadows to restrain you, while he holds you waist to keep you upright, and thrusts up into you.
His shadows will swirl around your nipples, your clit, and pull on your hair.
He’ll definitely spank you until your ass is bright red and tears are brimming your eyes.
Mixes praise and degradation. “My pretty little slut.” “So desperate for my cock.” “Such a fucking mess for me.”
Will definitely make you beg to come. Once he feels that you’re getting close, he’ll slow down his thrusts, and pull his shadows away, edging you over and over until you’re writhing and whimpering above him.
7 Minutes In Heaven (Bat Boys x Reader)
Summary// After a night of drinking and a confession that friends should not say to each other, you find yourself on the receiving end of your three best friend’s wicked desires to make sure you are taken care of.
(Hoooooly hell this was a LOT to write and it took me so long but I am so happy with how it came out. 16 pages, 5K words, and I really hope you guys like this. This is obviously just pure smut but we all know that’s why you’re here. ;) Enjoy!)
WARNINGS: Smut, 18+, Foursome, Double penetration, Spitting
The fire was roaring in the hearth while the smell of bread and wine filled the cabin air. Rhys, Cass, Az, and you were all sitting in a circle by the couch as you joked about old memories, the outside world seemingly far away as you took a relaxing breath and enjoyed the company of your friends.
You had come up here after your father had surprised you with an arranged marriage back in your birthplace within the Court of Nightmares. Despite your job with the inner circle he still felt as if he had control over you and you were lucky that Rhys had been there to swoop you away and hide you here.
It had been three days since then and you had no plans of leaving anytime soon. The four of you were as close as could be and you were thankful they had dropped everything to help you out and be a shoulder to lean on.
Four wine glasses lay empty beside each of you though none of you were drunk by any means, the conversation light and mellow as you reached for the half-empty bottle beside Rhys.
“So, Y/N,” Cassian began, smirking when you rolled your eyes at his prying tone. “Who were you going to be wed to?”
“Really?” Rhys deadpanned. “Do you have to kill the mood?”
“It’s okay. I know he can’t help his gossiping ways.” You say sickly sweet, drinking down the red liquid faster than you should’ve. “It was some friend’s son of Keir’s. A terrible man no doubt looking to climb ranks like the rest of them. And with me being the only daughter of my father, you know he was looking to make alliances to secure his power as well.”
“They’re all like that. It’s pathetic.” Azriel grumbled from his spot on the floor.
“The men are the worst of them all, treating us daughters lesser than.” You snort and lean back on your hands. “It just sucks that us women are caught in the crossfire of your pissing contests.”
“Our pissing contests?” Rhysand echoed, arching his brow as you waved your hand in the air to gesture vaguely.
“Men in general. It’s so much harder for us than it is for you when it comes to scenarios like this. You guys get to go and do whatever you want, fuck whoever you want, etc., while we have to be everything all at once lest we ruin our family image.” Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head in irritation as you ranted to the group.
“If I were a man I wouldn’t have to put up with being treated as a mere breeding sow or a stepping stool to a higher purpose. I could take what I wanted.” They were all watching you with amusement as you crossed your arms over your chest, glowering. “For example, I bet the three of you never once got lectured on the importance of maintaining your purity for a woman or how to please them properly.”
“Well, no, but-” Cassian tried to interrupt but you raised to sit on your knees and snapped your fingers in exasperation, cutting him off.
“Exactly my point! It’s a sexist, ridiculous outlook on women as a whole. We shouldn’t be made to feel bad about wanting our own pleasure when you lot can take part in yours whenever you please.” You realized too late how you had completely derailed the conversation and glanced at your now empty glass of wine, making a note to keep it that way.
“You certainly have very strong feelings towards this subject.” Rhys pointed out, his violet eyes twinkling in the firelight. “I didn’t realize this was such a sore topic. Shall we join you in your celibacy?”
All three of them laughed and you felt your face heat in embarrassment. It was your own fault for making it such a big deal and you were starting to regret the ammunition you had just given them. You rushed to defend yourself from whatever picture they were painting of you.
“I’m not celibate, I just-” You tried to get out, your voice cracking as you considered your words.
Three pairs of eyes stare at you as you clear your throat and straighten your spine, finding a small stain on the rug underneath you to focus on. “I mean that in the sense that you don’t have to feel obliged to do that since I’m not. I just think the issue needs to be talked about more.”
“The issue of your sex life?” Azriel quipped, grinning when you threw a pillow at him.
“No! The issue of the scale of men and women.” You retort with a flip of your middle finger. “Can we just change the topic?”
“I just can’t believe you’ve actually had sex with someone. What would your mother think, Y/N?” Cassian faked a dramatic gasp and you resisted the urge to chuck the glass bottle at his head.
"Listen-” You try to cut in but your pleas fell on deaf ears as all three of your best friends started to gang up on your blushing state.
“You have had sex before right?” Rhys smirked devilishly. “Touching yourself doesn’t count, it takes two people.”
“Or more.” Azriel gave you a wink and you blushed crimson, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to regain control of the situation.
“Yes, yes. I’ve done it before with someone else.” You felt self-conscious even admitting to that and you could tell they wanted more details. Before they could even ask though you held out your hand to silence them. “Why am I in the hot seat? Can we move on to someone else? Or a new topic entirely?”
“Oh no, this is very interesting. I want to know more.” Rhys raised an eyebrow, shooting his brothers an amused glance as you shook your head.
“Well if it’s so interesting how about I ask you how many people you’ve had sex with, hm?” You challenged your High Lord, blinking in surprise when he simply shrugged his shoulders.
“I have no problem telling you how many. What was it you said, we shouldn’t be made to feel bad about seeking our own pleasure?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm as you puckered your lips in silence. “I would say at least thirty.”
“Thirty?!” You were shocked.
“If you think that’s scandalous you really don’t want to hear Azriel’s…or Cassian’s.”
“How do you even? Were you courting all of them?”
Rhysand snorted while Cassian and Azriel grinned, the former laying sideways and propping his head up on his elbow. “You do know you don’t have to be courting someone to fuck them right, princess? Sex isn’t magically unlocked by writing poems and delivering flowers.” Cassian teased.
“I know that.” You snapped, frowning. “I just don’t see why. It doesn’t even feel that good.”
The room immediately fell into silence and your body tensed. All three of your friends were staring at you, mouths open, with shocked expressions. You brought your knees up to your chest, a comfort action, as Azriel cleared his throat and clicked his tongue.
“What doesn’t feel good? Sex itself?” He questioned, watching you shrug. “How many people have you had sex with, Y/N?”
“It doesn’t matter.” You went on the defense immediately, knowing they would laugh. However Rhys held out his pinky for you to hook, his face serious as he promised you that no one would make fun of you.
You mulled over lying or not but you knew they would be able to tell. It wasn’t something you were proud of but you truly never got the appeal of it. A few girls back in the Court of Nightmares were constantly bragging about it but you didn’t get the desire.
“Two.” You whispered, wincing when Cassian almost choked on his drink.
“Two? Did you say two?” He said hoarsely, hitting his chest with an open palm to clear his throat. “How old are you?”
“Why does it matter?” You ran a hand over your face frustratedly. “Why is any of this relevant to our friendship? Yes, I’ve only had sex with two people. It was painful, lasted a couple of minutes both times and just left me feeling frustrated and used. I didn’t like it. Can we move on?”
They watched you and you saw their gazes turn from shocking to pitying.
“So…no one has made you cum before?” Azriel whispered, voice tight as you closed your eyes and took a steadying breath.
“No, they aren’t supposed to.” You said as if it were obvious. “I was always told sex is for the man, to make a baby. It’s not really something that we enjoy but we just pretend we do.”
“Oh you sweet, summer child,” Rhys cooed. “That’s….that’s just cruel. And not what sex is at all.”
You felt agitated, embarrassed, and frustrated all at the same time. It was like they all knew some secret that you didn’t, that they were teasing you again. The night was not supposed to have taken this turn but you had dug this grave yourself.
“I’m going to bed.” You huffed and began to stand, grunting when Cassian grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down.
“I’m sorry if we made you feel uncomfortable or anything, Y/N. It’s just that is a very…shocking thing to hear.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as you glared at him.
“Are you telling me that you all care about the women you sleep with? That you make them cum every single time?” Your voice was tight as they looked at each other and then back to you, nodding. A snort left your lips as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, okay. I’ll believe that when I see it.”
Another pregnant pause filled the room as you watched them, their eyes darkening while they looked you over. There was a noticeable shift in the air, your mouth suddenly dry as you squirmed on the floor.
“Would you like to see it, darling?”
Your heart dropped into your stomach as Rhys’s words reverberated through you. They all had the same look in their eyes, one of hunger, but you were convinced they were messing with you.
“Ha ha, very funny.” You laughed without humor, your eyebrows knitting together in anger. “You all are assholes for teasing me, you know that? I’m going to bed.”
This time it was Azriel who stopped you though not with his hands. Two silky, dark tendrils of smoke curled around your arms and held you on the floor. It made your breath hitch and goosebumps rise on your skin as you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Az, this isn’t funny.”
“We aren’t joking, princess.” Cassian purred, one of his hands wandering to your thigh as he made his way beside you. “There are many things we would joke about but your pleasure isn’t one of them…and trust me when I say that we would love to help you out.”
“What-all of you?” You asked softly as your gaze moved across all three of them. “I don’t…I mean you are all very handsome, obviously, but don’t feel obligated to-”
Rhysand sat in front of you and grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, the former dragging over your bottom lip as you held back a moan at the contact. Azriel’s shadows were drawing shapes into your soft skin while Cassian’s hand seemed to drift higher and higher, all the attention making your head spin.
Your High Lord knew it too, a smirk working its way to his lips as he bent down until he was a hairsbreath away from your lips.
“This is anything but an obligation to us, darling. This is pure, carnal desire in its rawest form. A primal need.” His voice was smooth as silk, your eyelids fluttering as his lips moved to ghost over your ear. “A desperate urge to take care of you until you’re drowning in pleasure.”
“Look at her,” Azriel growled from your other side, his hazel eyes appearing behind Rhys. He had on a wicked smile, his head slightly tilted as he surveyed you. “She wants it so bad.”
“Do you, princess?” Cassian asked teasingly, his hand stopping at the waistband of your pants. “Do you want us to take care of you?”
“Yes.” You breathed, your sultry voice surprising you as all three of them pulled away and grinned. All of their warmth and comfort disappeared and you almost let out a whine, wanting it back desperately.
“How about we make this a game?” Rhys asks his two friends, standing tall over you. There was already a noticeable bulge in his pants that your fingers were itching to touch. “Seven minutes in heaven?”
“Person who makes her cum the hardest gets to fuck her?” Cassian finished, licking his lips. “Gods, I need to go first.”
However, before he could grab you, Rhys hoisted you up bridal style into his arms. You giggled as he looked over his shoulder and said, “Go ahead and start the timer. I won’t need all seven.”
The bedroom door swung open and then quickly shut again as you were pressed right against it, his lips on yours before you could make a sound. It felt so wrong and yet so right, your fingers immediately running through his midnight black hair.
“Stars above, you’re so beautiful.” He grunted into your ear as he kissed down your neck, his lips latching onto your pulse point while he shimmied off your pants. “I could smell how badly you want this.”
“Please, Rhys,” You whined, his fingertips ghosting over the wet spot on your panties. “Please touch me.”
He didn’t answer you by words but by actions, as he pushed your underwear aside to rub your clit with his thumb. It made your knees wobble from how good it felt. One of your hands came up to grasp his forearm, your head hitting the door behind you. “Oh my gods, that feels-I feel…”
“So fucking good,” Rhys finished for you. He kissed you hungrily, his own cock straining against its confines. Two more fingers dipped down and circled the entrance of your cunt before he thrust them in sloppily, choking back a moan. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Your nails dug into his skin at the roughness of his motions, his upper lip curled as drank in every expression on your face. “Fuck me,” You gasped as a pleasure you had only read about overtook your body, those thick fingers curling each time they entered you. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
“Never.” He promised. “I will never stop making you feel this good, never stop making you scream around my fingers. You’re mine. Forever.” His words were like ice to a burn as you felt a strong surge of ecstasy boil over. Rhys held you as you exploded around his fingers, working you through the best orgasm of your life with words of praise and soft strokes.
“That’s it, darling, that’s it.” You mewled at his tone as your pussy tried to swallow his fingers deeper. “Such a good girl. You did so well…”
“Rhys that was…I’ve never…” Your words were breathless as you watched him with hooded eyes, your lips slightly parted as he gave you a knowing smile and kissed you. It was loving and warm, like a blanket on a cold winter’s night, and you melted into it.
He threaded his fingers through your hair to deepen it, taking control, and just as you felt him start to rut into your thigh the door behind you shook with a pounding force.
“Don’t need seven minutes my ass! Time’s up, High Lord!” Cassian chuckled, his grin feline as Rhys opened the door with a glowering look. “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt?”
“Just remember who just made your eyes roll back, darling.” Rhys purred into your ear before kissing your cheek, purposefully hitting Cass’s shoulder as he made his way back out to the living room. You tried to follow him with your eyes but Cassian was quick to step forward and make you step backward., your thighs still shaking.
“Was it that good, princess? Or were you just pretending for him?” He teased as he strode forward, making you retreat until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell back, your smile growing when the general appeared over you. “You don’t have to lie, I promise I won’t tell.”
“It was pretty amazing…” You sighed as he rolled his eyes before sinking to his knees at the end of the bed. He threw your legs over his shoulders before you could process what was happening and by the time you tried to squirm away, he had you pinned.
“Nuh-uh, you’re not going anywhere.” He growled as he gazed at your swollen cunt, your lips puffy and glistening. “You have such a pretty pussy, princess. Is it sensitive?”
Before you could answer he blew a cool breeze across your sex, making you jump. Cassian smirked and used both of his hands to spread you wide open. He leaned forward and spat on your clit, watching it mingle with your wetness as he inserted one finger. “Gods you’re making it so hard to be gentle.”
“Then don’t,” You urged, your pupils blown wide in desire. “Treat me how I deserve to be treated.”
Cassian let your words sink in before he dove headfirst into your pussy, three fingers roughly fucking into your hole as he scraped the hood of your clit with his teeth. It was sensory overload and you bucked forward with a small shout, your hands immediately fisting into his hair as he ate you out like a starved animal.
Every nerve in your body had already been shot but this was mind-numbing pleasure. It had you crying out for more, fucking his face as his stubble rubbed against your thighs. He was no better as he sucked and fucked your cunt until he could feel you start to tighten around him.
You hated how fast you were cumming but you also didn’t know if you could hold it any longer, your cries to slow down falling on deaf ears. Cassian swirled his tongue up and down, side to side, making sure to not waste a drop of your excitement. He knew how to eat someone out.
“Cass, Cass-” You tried to warn him, shifting your hips, only for him to tighten his hold on you. “Cass I can’t. I can’t hold it.”
“Cum all over my face, princess,” Cassian grunted as he watched your face contort in pleasure, your body already falling over the edge of the abyss. “Soak my beard, fuck my face, use me to get off. It’s all for you.”
Whereas Rhys had been sweet, Cassian was a little bit of both. It made you yearn for more of his degrading praise and you quickly found yourself following his orders, your hips rolling over his face as you came loudly.
The door started banging again but you didn’t care and neither did he. In fact, Cassian was so lost in what he was doing he almost lashed out when Azriel appeared behind him. You whined when he was pulled back but quickly settled when you felt cool hands running over your body.
No, not hands. Shadows.
Your eyes widened when Azriel’s hazel gaze appeared inches from your face. He had a dark look and an even darker smirk as his shadows lazily rubbed along your skin, his hands gently pulling off your top.
“Did my brothers fully satisfy you or are you still wanting more, mouse?” Azriel cooed into the empty room, tossing the last of your clothing aside so that you were now bare before him. “Answer me.”
“I want more.” You gulped, drinking precious air as the Shadowsinger tilted his head in wonder. “Please.”
“Who taught you those manners, pet?” He raised a curious brow while both of his hands cupped your sensitive tits, thumbs barely grazing over your nipples. It was enough to make you squirm though which he was counting on. “I’ll be happy to give you more but I want you to beg.”
“Beg?”
“Beg.”
You faltered at first, not sure what it was he wanted to hear, but when he went to pull away from your breasts you ran with it. “No, no, please keep touching me!” You whined, groaning when one of his tendrils of smoke circled your clit. “Oh, Gods, that feels so good.”
“I’ll stop if you don’t fucking beg for it, Y/N. I want to hear you tell me how badly you want my fingers. How greedy you are for already cumming twice but still needing more, like the dirty slut you are.” He sneered, his nostrils flaring as he resisted the urge to just fuck you then and there.
“I am greedy! I want more, I want it so fucking bad, Az!” You cried, desperate for his touch to grow stronger. He was keeping you on the edge. “I am a, fuck, I’m a dirty slut. I want you so bad, so so bad, please.”
“You’re a quick learner.” He smiled before bending down and capturing one of your nipples in his mouth at the same time his shadows started stroking your slit. Your mouth opened wide in a silent cry of euphoria as he bit and nibbled his way over to your other boob, the pressure on your clit increasing with each second.
“I always knew you were dirty, mouse,” Azriel murmured as he gave a harsh suck, enjoying the way you arched into it. “Always knew this how you wanted to be fucked. Just look at this greedy little cunt, hm? Look at how it’s swallowing my fingers.”
You couldn’t see it but you could feel it as he thrust two fingers inside of you, the walls sensitive as he stroked them and found that special spot with ease. His fingers plus his mouth on your breasts was heaven as your head thrashed back and forth, your body desperate to just be fucked.
But he wasn’t going to give that to you. At least not yet. No, Azriel was focused on making you cum one more time. The tip of his tongue flicked over your hardened nub as his shadows came back to rub your clit, all of the stimulations becoming too much, too fast.
“Azriel, fuck!” You squealed as you came for the third time that night. This time you felt yourself ascend from your body, watching yourself from below as he worked you through it but didn’t slow down. “Ohhhhh fuck…”
“Fuck you’re so tight.” He growled as he removed his fingers, smirking when your eyes had that glazed look to them. You whimper as he picks you up gently, shushing you, then turning to see Rhys and Cassian waiting in the doorway. “I think she’s done for the night.”
“No…” You mumble softly, needily. “I want you…all of you. Please.”
There was a beat of silence as they considered your state and each other before you were brought back to the bed and spread out for their viewing pleasure. You felt like you were cock drunk at this point, especially as Rhys pulled his cock out right in front of your face.
You wasted no time in bringing him into your mouth, your saliva dripping out the sides of your mouth as you worked his cock up and down. Rhys threw his head back and growled, the room seeming to shake before he grabbed a fistful of your hair to help guide you.
“If your mouth is this good I can’t wait for your cunt.” He laughed airly before moaning once more, watching as Azriel stood to your other side with his cock standing proudly.
The bed dipped behind you and before you could blink you felt Cassian rub his cock up and down your folds, words of praise or prayer spilling from his lips as he sunk in inch by inch. It felt amazing and you pulled off Rhys’s dick long enough to moan loudly.
“Shit, Cassian,” You groaned. “You’re so big.”
“You’re just tight as fuck, princess. Gods, I don’t think I’m going to fit.” He cursed, his fingers squeezing your hips as you whipped your head to look back at him.
“Make it fit.” You said lowly, your eyes narrowed in challenge which had him grinning. He gave you a shrug of his shoulders before pulling out and slamming back in, rocking your forward and straight into Azriel’s cock. He took advantage of the situation and forced you to swallow him whole, his biceps straining as you gagged and cried around his dick.
“Look at you, look at the little whore you’re being for us,” Azriel said as you started to go back and forth between him and Rhys. Cassian was fucking you like a beast, his balls hitting your clit with every thrust. It was intoxicating in every sense of the word and you never wanted it to stop. “You like being treated like this, don’t you? Like our own personal fuck toy?”
“You’re doing such a good job, darling.” Rhys’s voice soothed, your heart beating in your ears as you gazed at him. “Taking Cass so well. He’s close, I can tell.”
“I’m gonna fucking fill you up.” The Illyrian General growled as he pistoned in and out. You could feel him in your stomach as you closed your eyes and let yourself feel. “Take it, Y/N, fucking take it.” He ordered as he finally stilled in you, hot ropes of cum coating your insides as you hung your head in rapture.
He seemed to cum forever and when he finally pulled out, you watched his cum drip down onto the bedsheets from just how much it was. Cassian smirked and collected the leaking seed onto his fingers, holding it out for you to take before Rhys snatched it and sucked it off himself.
Rhys’s eyes darkened at the taste of both of you and he quickly yanked you to him, lying back on the bed and positioning you on top. He helped guide you onto him and when you started sinking down, both of your groaned. The rhythm was soft and slow as you got used to his size, your hands coming to palm at your breasts until you felt a nudge against your asshole.
“Shhhh, relax,” Azriel’s voice shushed as he spat on his cock, lubing it up even more before he started to press into your ass. “Relax for me, mouse. I want you to take us both together. Can you do that?”
You nodded, a stupid smile on your face as you leaned back into him for support at the intrusion. It felt weird but the longer you waited, the more pleasurable it got. Soon you were rocking on to both of them in need, your sex hungry for more as they started fucking you at the same time.
It was a fullness you had never felt before but you don’t know how you could ever go on without it. They worked beautifully with each other, their moans mixing with yours as Azriel replaced your hands with his own. Rhysand watched from below, his violet eyes burning with desire as he pulled you down for a heated kiss.
They were fighting over you and it was driving you crazy. And just as Azriel went to pull you back to him, Cassian appeared at your side with his cock in his hand. It was already hard and leaking and you wasted no time in shoving him inside your mouth.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Rhys praised. “Ride us, darling. Be a good, needy girl for us.”
“Our good, naughty little whore.” Cassian purred, choking when you took him down to the base.
“Or just our whore.” Azriel growled as he smacked your ass, watching the recoil. “A whore we can use and abuse whenever we want.”
Their words filled your veins until you felt as if you were about to burst. You could feel a fourth orgasm coming, could feel the now painful clenching of your cunt, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. You had enough mind to pull away from Cassian’s cock before you let out a blood-curdling scream, your body collapsing on Rhys’s chest as you squirted all over them.
All at once, together, they also found their releases and followed you with reckless abandon. The sheets were soaked, as were the rest of you, as Azriel came in your ass, Rhys came in your cunt, and Cassian came over your back. You felt like you were leaking cum from every opening you had and you loved it.
You struggled to catch your breath as they all fell into bed beside you and Rhys, the smell of sex and cum permeating the room. Rhys’s soft hand stroked up and down your back lovingly while Cass and Az whispered praises. It was slow coming back down to Earth, to the three men who you had just slept with, and you realized that you never wanted to leave the room. Never wanted to leave them.
After a few minutes, you hear rustling before Azriel stands up and asks if anyone wants to shower, his eyebrows lifting in surprise when you sat up sleepily and said, “Second round in the shower?”
Could you please write a comfort hc with the batboys about how they would take care of the reader when she doesn't like her body very much?
I just really need a comfort fic rn...
Let’s see…
warnings: mentions of body image issues, smut, probably 18+ to be honest
Rhysand:
SFW
Probably notices your insecurity before you’ve even mentioned it to him.
He saw you staring at yourself in the mirror one morning after you showered, poking and prodding at your arms, your tummy.
His heart broke at the sight. He immediately wrapped his arms around you from behind, meeting your eyes in the mirror.
He’d pepper kisses along your neck, your shoulders, reminding you how much he loves you, and your body; how perfect you are to him.
NSFW
King of body worship
So if he saw you worrying about the way you looked, or noticed you feeling down on yourself for your body, he’d make it a point to show you exactly how much you mean to him.
He’ll kiss every inch of your body, murmuring praise against your skin as if he can engrave it there.
Will spend an ungodly amount of time with his tongue between your legs, devouring you as though you’re his last meal.
Cassian:
SFW
Will aggressively praise you when you’re feeling down on yourself.
Like, “What the fuck do you mean you don’t like your thighs? They’re literally perfect.”
Or, “Your tummy is perfect for me to lay my head on. I love it. Cut that shit out.”
Would beat the shit out of your negative feelings, if he could.
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Hehehe. You are not walking for the rest of the day, and perhaps a day or two longer if Cassian catches you feeling insecure. Physical touch is one of the primary ways that he shows his love, so it absolutely translates in the bedroom.
He’ll take his time with you, slow and gentle, making you melt with his tongue, his fingers, his—you get the idea.
He won’t stop until your a writhing mess, barely able to remember what was making you so upset in the first place.
Azriel:
SFW
Azriel is no stranger to body image issues. He spent centuries loathing his hands—and still has bad days.
But to see you so upset over your appearance, when he loves you so much? It’s almost unbearable for him.
Won’t make you talk about it if you don’t want to, but he will make you listen him as he tells you everything he loves about you. You’re perfect to him, and he just wants you to see it.
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Like Rhysie and Cassian—body worship!!
You’re his altar. He’ll spend hours memorizing the feel of you underneath his hands, and with his mouth.
He’ll praise you—telling you how beautiful you look, how much he loves you; needs you.
Might even fuck you in front of the mirror.
“Look at how pretty you are when you take my cock.”
BYE
Hc of being mated to three bat boys? 👀
Being mated to all three batboys…
a/n: requests are open :)
nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
SFW:
There would definitely be some tension/jealousy in the beginning.
Fae males are naturally territorial and possessive, so it would take time for the three of them to become used to sharing you.
They’d all want their individual time with you, but the four of you definitely go on outings/dates together occasionally.
They definitely interrupted one another’s dates in the beginning.
Like, imagine this:
You’re on a date with Azriel, getting coffee or reading together or something, and Cassian and Rhysie casually show up, pretending they had no idea.
Azriel’s fuming internally and giving them a look that promises death but then he turns to you and smiles sweetly like nothing happened.
Once the three of them get more comfortable in your relationship, they find common ground in loving you, wanting to keep you safe, etc.
They’re all naturally competitive though, so good luck ❤️
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So, like any time spent with you, they value their individual time with you.
Sex is a different experience with each of them, but when they’re together??
They’ll worship every inch of your body, praising you, just adoring their mate.
OR!!
They take their turns fucking you into the mattress, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you.
Like, you’ll be leaning back against Cassian’s chest, he’s toying with your nipples, murmuring the filthiest words in your ear as Rhys fucks you, and Azriel’s shadows keep your legs pried apart.
Or Azriel will be pounding into you from behind as Cassian fucks your mouth, and Rhys is watching, sending images into your mind of what it looks like from his point of view.
MOVING ON!!
Aftercare with the three of them is so gentle and loving. You’re usually too fucked out to really think or speak, so they take their time with you, cleaning you up, reminding you how much they love you until you fall asleep in their arms.
Bye I need them.
Hi
Would you consider writing headcanons for batboys × plus size fem reader?
Thanks
PS. I love your blog, it's one of my favourites to follow
Let’s see…
a/n: ABSO-FUCKIN-LUTELY I’ll write some plussize!reader hc’s for you.
As a plussize girlie myself, I try to write my fics a bit vaguely when it comes to body shape/appearance, but I also have several that are more for plussize readers.
I’m assuming you meant poly!batboys, but if not send in another ask and I’ll write individual hc’s!!
nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
SFW:
Now, me personally??
I think our batboys love thick, curvy women. Especially Cassian.
The three of them absolutely adore you!!
They never fail to remind you how beautiful you are.
Rhys tends to be the flirtiest in this regard. ^^ Like, he’ll compliment you while simultaneously hinting at what he’s going to do to you later that night.
Azriel is a bit more subtle, expressing his love through touch; caressing your hips, placing kisses along your neck, your shoulders.
Cassian is your hype man!! Telling you how nice your ass/thighs look, or how good your boobs look in a certain dress/shirt.
The three of them loooove cuddling with you!! Laying their head on your plush tummy, or your soft thighs. They turn into babies, truth be told.
NSFW:
BODY WORSHIP
When you have sex with them, not a single inch of your body goes untouched. They’ll focus on the areas that you tend to be insecure about.
If you’re ever feeling particularly bad about yourself, they’ll fuck you in front of a mirror.
“Look at how pretty you are when you come for us.” BYE
They praise the absolute hell out of you.
Azriel especially loves marking your thighs. Rhys likes to mark your tits.
They love watching the way your thighs shake, the way your tummy squishes when they fuck you.
Aftercare with them is always amazing!! They’ll carry you to the bathtub, clean you up, giving you endless compliments and praise.
Daily reminder that I need them 😐
Payback - Bat Boys x Reader
Request: located here :) Description: Fed up with the bat boys' teasing, reader decides to take things into her own hands and impose a sex ban. Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys make it their mission to get her to break it. Warnings: explicit sexual content, use of pet names, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption Author's notes: this got slutty very quickly! this is my first time writing for all the batboys, but it was really fun, so feel free to send more requests for them in! thank you for reading ❤️ Word count: approx. 4500 words
Minors do not interact.
It was barely afternoon, and you were already wrapped in your males' arms, as though it was your rightful place.
You had been a part of the inner circle for over a hundred years. Like the rest of your friends, you had found yourself dreaming of a better world, and when you met Rhysand by chance, he knew you were one of them. He offered you a position within his court– lead emissary. You were grateful for the employment, but even more so, you were grateful for their company.
You had fallen into easy friendship with the inner circle, especially Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel. It had all happened organically. Somewhere along the way shared laughter and open grins morphed into flirty touches and lingering glances between you and the three Illyrians. When Amren and Mor left an inner circle dinner party leaving the four of you alone, flirty touches and lingering glances turned into something else rather quickly.
Apparently, they decided you were worth sharing, and you certainly didn’t mind all the attention. You loved each of the males separately. They were funny, honorable, and kind. Not to mention gorgeous. They were everything for you, and you knew that you were everything to them. But that didn’t mean they didn’t enjoy playing with you.
Recently, they seemed to enjoy nothing more than teasing you.
They loved to get you riled up in their arms, practically begging for their cocks, and leaving you high and dry until they decided you had earned it. It drove you crazy.
“You need us, baby. Isn’t that right?” Cassian purred into your ear as he pulled your roughly against his toned body. You loved the way you felt in his arms, against his skin. He encompassed you perfectly as your curves morphed against his large masculine frame.
“You can’t function without having one of our cocks inside you, can you?” Azriel teased, his hand cupping your chin roughly so you would look at him.
“Our needy little thing,” Rhys mused as he let his hand dip down your navel until his fingers found the place you desperately needed them. “All this slick just for us?”
You found yourself mewling, not able to form words as Rhysand dipped a slender finger inside you, finding the spot that lit you on fire immediately. Cassian held your hips steady to keep you from fucking yourself on Rhysand’s fingers as Azriel claimed your mouth with his tongue.
“Feels so good,” you breathed into Azriel’s mouth. You were overcome with sensation as your males took care of you.
And then, all of the sudden, they stopped. Rhysand’s fingers stilled inside you, his eyes glazed over as he undoubtedly plotted with his brothers. You groaned, trying to wiggle out of Cassian’s grip so you could further your own pleasure.
“Uh-uh, baby girl,” Cassian scolded gently, coming back to you as Rhysand pulled his mental talons out of his mind.
You almost sighed in relief, but then, Rhysand was pulling his fingers out of you, licking off your essence in devious licks.
When you let out a noise of protest, Azriel smirked down at you, releasing his grip on your chin.
“We have some business to attend to, darling. I hope you don’t mind,” Rhysand told you with a feline smile. You certainly did mind. You knew they loved teasing you. It had become almost a ritual for them. They would get you all worked up until you were desperate for them and then leave you for some meeting. When they returned, they always teased you, whispering sweet nothings about how desperate you were for them in your ear.
As your males left the room, each of them pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, you gritted your teeth. This was not the first time they had left you all pent up, expecting you to merely sit on your hands and wait for them to return. However, you decided it would be the last.
…
When they returned from their meeting, entering your bedchambers with wicked smirks, you knew they scented your recent orgasm immediately. Their eyes darked as they took in the heady scent of your pleasure.
“What’s this? You couldn’t wait for us?” Rhysand asked as he approached, the poster boy for cocky confidence. You were seated on the edge of your bed, your arms crossed.
You merely shrugged at him, defiant.
“I thought we had talked about what happens when you’re naughty,” Azriel noted, his eyes darkening as he thought of the prospective of punishing you. You tried to fight the wave of arousal that swept through, taking a deep breath as you stared at the males in front of you. Your males.
“It seems as though you three have started taking things for granted,” you mused, letting your eyes fall to your nails as though you were disinterested in this conversation, as though you hadn’t been planning it for hours. When you looked back up, they were all staring at you with their heads cocked to the side in question.
“Is that so?” Cassian asked with a chuckle as he moved to approach your bed. You held a hand out, a silent warning to go no further.
“It is,” you told him tersely. “So, I’ve taken it upon myself to remind you.” Rhysand looked as though he was about to speak. You wondered what teasing words he would throw your way. Before he could get them out, you continued, “For the immediate future, these legs are closed for business.”
“What do you mean?” Cassian questioned, letting his gaze sweep over your legs lazily, not bothering to hide how much he enjoyed the sight of them.
Oh, how you loved their attention. If you weren’t so frustrated with them, you’d lounge in that gaze, let yourself bask in it.
But you were frustrated, and they were going to learn how it felt.
“I mean, Cassian, that I have zero intention of having sex with you idiots any time soon,” you replied easily, narrowing your eyes at him and letting your tone remain sharp. You watched as the wheels turned in their beautiful minds, the realization of what you were telling them hitting them all at once.
“A sex ban?” Rhysand asked incredulously, a hint of a smile hiding on his lips.
You nodded, refusing to let go of the nerve you had built up. Rhys prowled towards you, letting you feel some of his power as he stood in front of where you sat on the bed. You held in your shiver at the sight.
Rhys smirked down at you, his violet eyes shining with mirth, as he whispered, “And you wouldn’t mind if we found another pretty thing to play with?”
You knew he was toying with you, trying to rile you up as they had been doing for weeks, but you simply rolled your eyes.
“If you can find a female who takes your cocks as well as I do, be my guest,” you whispered back, before moving yourself off the bed to put space between you and Rhysand. You would need lots of space if you were going to succeed on your mission.
As you quickly turned on your heel and headed towards your bathing chambers without so much as a kiss for any of them, you saw how their mouths slid open in surprise. This was what you wanted. You wanted them to pay for the way they riled you up.
You made sure to turn the lock on the bathroom door as you slide into the warm bathtub, reminding yourself all the reasons why you had embarked on this crazy endeavor in the first place.
…
The next morning, when you woke, you still felt unsatisfied. Your solo orgasm had been enough to stave you off, but it was nothing like laying with your males. But you were determined to stick with your ban, to make them regret the way they teased you relentlessly.
When you made your way to the dining room of the House of Wind, you were immediately met with their warm, musky scents. You inhaled, savoring the way their scents mingled, before willing yourself to stay strong.
“Good morning,” you greeted, trying to sound as aloof and uncaring as possible. Immediately, all eyes were on you.
“Morning, darling,” Rhysand replied easily, his voice a low hum in his chest.
“Sleep well?” Cassian asked, his gaze trailing to your lips as you grabbed yourself a bowl of oatmeal. You didn’t bother responding, just hummed in response.
Didn’t miss us too much? Rhysand’s voice sifted into your mind, and when you sent him a glare, he merely smiled innocently.
Not enough to take back what I said last night. You replied mentally, earning a raised eyebrow from Rhysand. A challenge.
When you met his gaze, you found him bringing his spoon to his mouth, lapping at it sinfully. He feigned innocence as he stared back at you, swirling his wicked tongue against the metal of the spoon. Oh, how you loved that tongue. You felt your traitorous mind slipping to all the pleasurable things Rhysand did with that tongue – how he fucked you with it, how he lapped at your clit in a lethal rhythm. Realizing where your mind was going, what Rhys was trying to do, you clenched your jaw and willed the thoughts away. No spoon was going to break your determination.
Before you drew your attention away from him, Rhysand sent you a mirthful wink.
Game on, it told you.
…
You spent the morning training with Cassian and Azriel.
It was not unusual for the males to train shirtless, but today, you had a feeling that that choice was intentional. Every time Cassian flexed his muscles and Azriel spread out his large wingspan, you had a feeling that was intentional too.
But even when they were shimmering with sweat, their bare torsos calling to you, begging you to touch, to taste, you simply gave them a wave and returned to your chambers alone.
If your fingers immediately found their way below your waistband as soon as you were alone, however, who could blame you?
…
The next morning, you were met with more of the same.
At breakfast, all three males refused to wear shirts. Their tattooed arms beckoned to you as you sat down across from Azriel. His eyes glimmered with amusement as you took a deep breath, begging the Mother for strength.
Then, as you trained, Cassian made a point to press lingering touches to your skin with his strong, massive hands as he guided you through different movements. Each brush of his calloused fingers against your bare skin had you cursing yourself and this silly ban idea, and Cassian seemed to know it. He was relentless as he kept a hand on your lower back or wrapped his strong arms around you to show you how he wanted you to grip your sword.
You hadn’t realized that Rhys had joined you, too lost in the feeling of Cassian’s hands on your body, until you looked over and saw him sinfully licking a frozen treat as he stood outside of the training ring. His violet eyes never left yours as his tongue flicked over the treat, seeming to savor every drop.
The sight of each lick, each brush of his tongue against the frozen treat, had you clenching your thighs together, remembering what that tongue felt like.
…
Later that night, as you sought out dessert after Cassian and Rhys had gone to bed, you made your way to the kitchen, eager for something sweet to fill the ache within you.
You didn’t hear Azriel approach, didn’t sense his presence, until he had you boxed in against the counter, how strong hands bracketing your body on both sides.
Your back was to his front, but he didn’t let your bodies touch. Instead, a mere inch of space remained between you. It was excruciating.
“What are you doing, Az?” You asked carefully, though your voice was thick in your throat. He must have heard how you swallowed slowly, how your heartbeat quickened as he leaned down to your neck.
Azriel ran his nose along the crook of your neck – just the faintest touch – and you could barely hold in your whimper.
“Just missed your scent,” Azriel told you, his voice low in your ear, and you wanted to turn and pull his mouth into yours.
Instead, however, you took a deep breath, remembering your mission.
Sensing that you weren’t about to break, that you weren’t going to melt into his body despite how clearly you wanted to, Azriel reached out and stole one of the pastries off your plate with a smirk and left you alone, panting in the kitchen.
…
It went on like that for a few more days, and you realized that they had planned their moves together. They were Illyrian warriors after all, trained in battlefield strategy. They each capitalized on their strengths – focusing their consolidated efforts on taking down their joint enemy: your self-control.
Cassian started moving around the house clothed in only the shortest, tightest shorts you had ever seen. Each time he moved, you could see the outline of his juicy, muscular ass. You couldn’t help how your gaze lingered on his muscular legs, his strong physique as he unabashedly showed off his muscles.
Azriel, however, took a different approach. Any time the two of you were alone together, he found an opportunity to whisper dirty things into your ear, his wings flexed out behind him. Azriel reminded you of his favorite moments of having you pinned under him. He told you how good you always felt when his cock was deep inside you, how he had never fucked a mouth more perfect than yours. Every word out of his mouth was wicked, daring you to fold beneath him. You weren’t sure how you mustered up the courage to walk away, to not bow to the arousal that pooled in your core.
Rhysand had clearly been waiting for his big move. You knew his taunting and teasing with his tongue was not all he had planned for you, but you didn’t realize exactly what he was planning until you found him naked in your bathtub.
“Rhys, what are you doing?” You asked, startled to find him in your bath when he had his own at both the House of Wind and the Townhouse. Your High Lord merely smirked at you, shrugging.
“Unfortunately, my baths are in repair at the moment. I hope you don’t mind,” he drawled, appreciating how your gaze fell across the wide planes of his torso. He was flushed from the heat of the water. Tiny droplets of water meandered down his chest.
Before your eyes dipped any lower, you stopped yourself with clenched teeth.
“Be my guest,” you told him easily, pretending the mere thought of him naked in front of you didn’t have you desperate for his touch.
“I’m just about done, actually,” Rhysand replied nonchalantly, and before you knew what was happening, he was standing, showing off his full body in all its naked glory.
You gulped, your eyes immediately finding Rhysand’s long, perfect cock that was hardening under your attention. He smirked at you, stepping out of the tub and moving closer to you until you were backed up against the bathroom sink.
“Want a towel?” You croaked out. You weren’t sure what you would do if he tried to kiss you.
Rhys merely laughed, reaching over you and pulling a fluffy black towel off the shelf to cover his torso.
As he moved out of the bathroom, Rhys turned and met your eyes. “You know, darling, we needn’t keep playing this game.”
His smirk was playful, but a deeper desire lingered within his violet eyes. You felt your cheeks heat, and you had to force your features into a glare.
“We don’t have to, but we will,” you told him haughtily, closing the bathroom door in his face.
…
You managed to survive their onslaught of seduction efforts – getting through a full week of no sex. It was difficult to say the least, but their mounting frustration filled you with a sense of accomplishment.
You knew they hadn’t sought out another to fill your place, that they were suffering just as much as you were.
On the seventh day, the four of you lounged in the sitting room of the House of Wind after dinner, basking in warm, albeit frustrated, silence. Azriel and Rhysand sat on the couch opposite of you. They both had their noses in books.
You and Cassian sat next to each other; heat from his large, bare thigh leaked towards you. You knew the fact that his legs were spread wide, wide enough that his thigh brushed against your leg, was intentional, calculated.
You readjusted, rolling your neck to try and ease the soreness that spread through your back from training that morning. Always in tune with your movements, Cassian clocked your movement adjustment immediately.
“Sore, sweetheart?” His voice was rough, husky as he tilted his head towards you in question.
“A little,” you admitted, shrugging at your General.
The confirmation as all Cassian needed to pull you into his lap with his large, warm hands. You let out a sound of protestation as he balanced you on his strong, muscular thighs.
“What are you doing, Cass?” You asked, thrown off by his sudden movement.
“Shh, sweetheart. Let me give you a massage. It’ll help your back,” Cassian whispered lowly in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your back. His hands ghosted over your back in a reassuring pattern.
When you nodded, giving into his request, Cassian started kneading at your back muscles in earnest. His strong hands easily undid the knots of tension in your muscles, coaxing your back into submission.
“Fuck,” you breathed. “Feels so good, Cass.”
He merely hummed in response, but you could feel him harden against your back. A string of moans and whimpers fell off your lips as Cassian’s hands worked their magic. You had missed having those hands on you.
And then, Cassian’s lips were pressing gentle kisses against the back of your neck, the feeling tearing your eyes open.
When you looked up, you saw Rhysand and Azriel staring at you with wide, predatory eyes. The strong scent of their arousal filled the air. You could tell by their darkened gaze that they were already hard, already assuming that they had finally cracked your resolve.
As Cassian’s hands started to slip lower and lower, testing whether you would shake him off, you stood quickly. A noise of frustration, slipped out of Cassian’s mouth as he mourned the feeling of your skin under his hands.
“Thanks, Cass. I’m feeling much better now,” you told him with a smile, feigning innocence.
Before you could overthink your decision, you turned and left your males aching in the sitting room, wondering what they could possibly do to regain their rightful place in your bed.
…
The next day, you could feel the tension lingering in the room as the inner circle sat around the table for family dinner. It was palpable, nearly tangible as you felt sets of hazel, brown, and violet eyes follow your every movement as you ate.
You felt their gaze hovering over your lips as you take a sip of red wine. When you spoke, their attention was heady, all-encompassing. You shielded your scent from them with all your might, afraid of letting the effect of their attention show.
The meal drudged on as a weighted silence fell over the four of you.
Finally, Amren placed her wine glass on the table with a heavy hand, glaring at the four of you.
“I’ve had enough of your idiocy for the night,” she told you with a sharp glare. Her tone was harsh, condescending as her sharp eyes lingered over Cassian, Azriel, and Rhysand. “Don’t bother contacting me until you have sorted yourselves out.”
You let out a soft gasp as Amren’s words pulled you from your own little world. You hadn’t realized that the tension was so obvious to onlookers. Rhysand said nothing as Amren moved to leave the House of Wind, a small, unsurprised smirk ghosted over his lips.
For a single moment, Amren hovered in the doorway. She turned towards you, her blunt hair swaying slightly with the movement.
With a pointed glare, she huffed, “Take care of your boys.”
And then she was gone.
No one said anything else for a long moment, until Mor finally broke the silence.
“You know what, I think that’s my cue,” Mor said with a laugh. She grabbed one of the full wine bottles littered on the dining table and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Throwing a wink at the rest of you, she disappeared, likely winnowing straight to Rita’s.
When it was just the four of you, it felt as though no one let out a breath for a long, fragile moment. You downed the last of your wine, trying not to feel embarrassed about Amren’s insinuation.
As you finally moved, standing from the table as though you were simply going to walk away, as though you had the strength, you heard Rhys let out a broken noise.
“Darling.” The word fell from Rhysand’s beautiful lips, halting your movements. It was as close to pleading as he usually let himself get.
You raised an eyebrow as you met his shimmering violet eyes, steeling yourself.
But it was Cassian who spoke next. “Baby, please,” he groaned.
The low, husky tone of his voice did something to you. Heat creeped up your flushed body.
“Please, what?”
“I need you; we need you.”
“Oh, you need me. Is that right?” You hummed, and you watched their heads quirk to the side as realization poured over them. You knew they finally understood what you wanted, what you were waiting for.
They finally knew what it was that would break your cursed sex ban.
You didn’t want massages or dirty talk or views of their spectacular abs (though, that didn’t hurt). No, you wanted their admission that they were just as desperate for you as you were for them.
Cassian was moving before you could even process your next thought. He climbed out of his chair in a hurry – uncharacteristically uncoordinated as he flung himself to his knees in front of you.
“Cassian,” Azriel admonished, his voice thick with the competitive need to win that lingered under his calm and collected exterior.
Cassian merely waved off his brother, giving you his full attention.
“I need you, sweetheart. More than anything,” Cassian told you, his brown eyes looking up at you as he licked his lips seductively. “I want you so badly I can’t think straight. I haven’t been able to think straight in over a week.”
His words warmed something deep inside of you, but it was the genuineness of his tone that had you pulling him up by the straps of his leathers and pulling him into a crushing kiss.
Cassian moaned as soon as your lips touched his– the sound a low rumble in his chest. He pulled your body close to his, savoring each place you let him touch. You could feel the desperation, the naked desire in every brush of his wet lips against yours.
When you pulled away, he groaned in displeasure, as though he feared you would leave him hanging again.
“Is that what you need to hear, baby? You need to know how much we need you? How desperate we are for you?” Rhysand purred in your mind. His violet eyes drank you in with raw hunger.
When you nodded, he prowled closer, taking your jaw in his hand and dragging your face close to his.
“I’m desperate to be inside your sweet pussy, darling. I’ve had to get myself off nearly twice a day just thinking of how tight and wet you always are for us. So perfect,” Rhysand whispered, his eyes dark as he took you in. You shivered, basking in his attention.
His lips on yours felt like heaven as Cassian drew his hands lower until they gently caressed you ass.
Cassian sunk back to his knees as Rhysand’s wicked tongue ravished your mouth, pulling a soft whimper from your lips. Cassian winked at you as he pulled up your dress, looking as though he was desperate for a taste of you.
You shivered in anticipation and let your head tilt to the side slightly, meeting Azriel’s piercing gaze. He was still seated at the table, simply watching as his brothers surrounded you, pulled you into their arms. Azriel’s face was expressionless, almost perfectly neutral except for the dark hunger that lingered in his hazel eyes.
If you didn’t know him so well, you might have missed it. You might not have recognized that miniscule sign that he was fighting between his desire to touch you, to taste you, and his need to show you who was in control as he watched Cassian press a hot kiss to your core.
When Cassian’s tongue dipped between your folds, you let out a low moan, overcome with the feeling. Your eyes never left Azriel’s, however, as you beckoned him towards you silently. The two of you glared at each other, silently fighting for dominance, as Rhysand pressed kisses to your neck, as Cassian’s tongue flicked wickedly over your clit.
You saw the exact moment that Azriel’s desire for you overcame his pride as Cassian’s tongue dove deep inside your entrance causing you to let out a whimper. He was winnowing to you instantly, finding his rightful place behind you, his hands braced on your hips.
“Finally decided to join us?” You teased Azriel, your voice breathy as Cassian’s gaze met yours from where he was kneeling before you.
“I know when to admit defeat,” Azriel replied, trailing his nose up the base of your throat, taking in your scent.
Rhysand captured your lips again, dominating every inch of your mouth as Azriel hummed against your neck, “I have missed you, sweet thing. Missed the way you feel, the way you taste.”
His words drew a moan from your lips as you let yourself get lost in the feeling of their lips on your skin, of their bodies pressed up against you.
You found your pleasure like that – Cassian fucking you with his wicked tongue as Rhysand’s lips pressed against yours blissfully and Azriel pressed biting kisses to your neck. As waves of pleasure swept over you, their hands steadied you, keeping you upright as you writhed in their arms.
“Fuck, you tasted even better than I remembered,” Cassian grunted as he stood, pulling you into a heated kiss. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
“I bet you’ll feel even better than we remember around our cocks too,” Rhysand purred, pressing a gentle kiss just below your ear.
When he winnowed the four of you into the bedroom, you had a feeling that keeping them waiting was going to be very, very worth it.
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Little secrets they have - Batboys headcanon
Trying something new here! Since I'm not really motivated to write for TV show characters, I've tried writing about book ones. What better way to start than with our batboys from Sarah J Mass, Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel.
From now on, I take requests about them and about any of the SJM's characters (from throne of glass, crescent city and acotar). Let me know if you like it, and if you want more.
Plot: the batboys keep a small secret during your relationship, and you find about it.
Rhysand
It would take you a while to figure it out, because boy, does he hide it well.
But eventually, you two would be comfortable enough in your relationship for small secrets to come out.
You discover it during a small retreat to the cabin. Everyone has been really stressed in Velaris because of the upcoming Starfall, so you have decided to take a break in the cabin.
Usually, you go to be way earlier than Rhys, because he stays up working.
Or so he says.
Because in the cabin, there’s no way he can hide the extra bag he has bought with him that weights almost like your own.
You are already in bed, the fire is on and you’ve just finished one of the best sex you have ever have.
“Give me a second, darling. I need to do something”
Tired and happy as you are, you don’t give it a second thought until you find yourself falling asleep and he hasn’t come back.
So you get up, open the bathroom and find out about Rhysand’s little secret.
“I promise that I can explain. It’s not what it looks like”
“Is that mud?”
“It’s actually a clay mask”
The most powerful High Lord in Prythian is surrounded by skin-care products, his face soaked in a blue mask and his hair gathered up in a froggy-style bandana.
There are so many products around that you can’t see the sink or the toilet sink, and the bag on the floor shows you another bunch of them.
Suddenly, the softness of his face and the absence of any type of imperfection make sense. As it does the minutes you lay awake waiting for him when he tells you that he needs to finish something.
You stare at each other for a while, giving you enough time to consider turning around and going to sleep or actually talking about it.
Rhys beat you to it.
“It’s Mor’s fault. She told me I had a wrinkle, and then she bought a cream. And then another”
There weren’t just creams anymore. There were almost fifty small bottles of different colors, shapes and sizes.
Something started beeping and, without breaking eye-contact, Rhys bent over the sink and made enough space to start removing the clay mask with water.
After a few minutes, you discovered there was something absolutely amazing about watching your mate put on different products.
Rhysand noticed that you weren’t leaving and started talking about what he was using and what it was good for. He even let you try some of them in the back of your hand.
You both went to sleep without talking about it and next night he left the bathroom door open for you to join him.
Since that moment, it was kind of a tradition to do your skincare together. A cozy, domestic tradition that you repeated back home. And probably for the rest of your lives.
Cassian
You might have been too blind in your love to notice how loud he snores and the clothes he leaves hanging everywhere.
But when Cassian starts sneaking during the weekends with no explanation, you notice.
It starts as casual “hanging out with the boys, love” and “going for a run, gotta keep the abs firm”.
The boys don’t know what you’re talking about when you ask them about it and the sneakers he uses for running stay clean during the weekend.
You aren’t afraid of him cheating on you because the rest of the days he worships everything you do and kisses the floor you step in. Almost.
When Saturday comes around, though, he leaves for a few hours and comes back as if nothing has happened.
There are a few hypotheses you work with: that he’s stealing Rhy’s wine or Nyx’s sweets, that he’s secretly practicing for karaoke nights at Rita, or that he’s building and hiding snowballs for the annual fight.
None of them are proved right when you decide to walk through Velaris while he’s missing.
You’re walking near the Sidra when you hear a familiar, loud laugh. Then, you look up.
Through the window, you find Cassian where you least expected: surrounded by women, kneeling at their feet and letting them run their fingers through his hair.
The thing is, they aren’t the type of hands you expected.
They were wrinkled, and fragile, and their owners were just as.
“I told you! Renaldo was alive! Our man isn’t that easy to kill”
You look up to the name of the building.
Velaris Elderly Home
In a haze, you enter the place and continue watching Cassian.
Your mate is almost seven foot tall, his shoulders as wide as the TV on the room. His arms strong as steel and thick as trees branch.
And that giant warrior, that snaps enemies in a half and carries swords as heavy as you, is sitting on the ground, watching a novella while older women braid his hair.
Eventually, after realizing Cassian is not only behaving like one of them, he is one of them, he notices you.
His smile falls and the room seems to go colder.
Loss at words, you don’t know what to say until the women around him see you.
“Oh, that must be Y/N! You’re just as pretty as he says! Look at her, does our Cassian treat you well, honey? You better take care of that beautiful girl!”
“Are you hungry, darling? Do you want cookies? Get your girl a seat, lover boy!”
“Finally! We’ve been begging Cassian to bring you for a decade!”
Before you could register, two women grabbed both of your arms and dragged you inside. In a few minutes, you were sitting in a chair, TV long forgotten, surrounded by questions about Cassian.
You looked at him and noticed that he was nervous. About not telling you, about you finding out, about them asking you if he satisfied you in bed. Too stunned to comfort him, you smiled softly.
“Well, he does have a large wingspan”
Turns out that was the right answer, and suddenly you were part of the group. For almost an hour, you answered their questions and heard about this new part of Cassian.
Your mate, who spends his Saturday’s afternoons in the elderly home making them laugh. Who lets these women braid his hair, knit him scarfs and feed him expired cookies.
That night, while you walk home, you do it in silence, closer to Cassian than what you usually walk.
You arrive home in a comfortable silence until he speaks.
“Large wingspan, hm? I guess I am a great lover”
“Yeah, and a great gossiper. Bet you’ve been taking cues from Renaldo”
Cassian laughs and spends the night proving you how good he, not Renaldo, is in bed.
Azriel
As your mate, Azriel is the most honest and open person you have ever met.
You didn’t expect the Shadowsinger to be so close and frank with you, but as the years passed and your bond solidified, you discovered he was.
There is no miscommunication, no fights or disappointment. You talk it out, you share your emotions and take your time to fix things.
So, when almost fifty years after you discover he’s your mate, he doesn’t answer your question right away, you know he’s lying.
Lying to you, about something, and you couldn’t have imagined how sad that would make you feel.
He had missed dinner last night, and this morning, you had asked him before he left for work about it. Without looking at you, he had offered a quick apology and had told you that he was with Rhysand.
Who you had called last night to ask where Azriel was, and hadn’t known about it.
You spend the whole day thinking about it. And the more you think, the more dates you discovered.
That time he was late for Starfall. When he skipped Nyx’s birthday party. After your birthday, when he disappeared for a day.
Of course, being the spymaster he was, he had been able to hide it just fine. And it hadn’t been until this morning that you have caught up with it.
When he comes back, he finds you sitting in the couch with tears in your eyes.
You don’t want to think about it, but your mind keeps coming up with the possibility of cheating. Because, what else could be keep from you?
“Y/N, what’s wrong?”
It’s his voice, full of concern and love, that has you breaking down.
Azriel holds you while you cry, constantly stroking your hair and side. You finally blurt it out between sobs, shaking so hard he can hardly understand you.
“What – cheating? Dove, why would I cheat on you? I love you more than my own life. I would rather –“
“You lied, Az! I – Last night I talked to Rhys. You… you lied”
When he doesn’t say anything else, you actually consider that he cheated. That he’s about to leave you for some other girl. Before you can answer, he beats you to it.
“I… was at Rhys house. Not with Rhys, though. I’m sorry I lied to you”
“He told me –“
“He didn’t know I was there, because I was with Feyre”
Feyre, the new High Lady that you loved with all your heart and that has turned your lives upside down for the best. That has given you all a night court heir and almost lost her life in the process.
That is Rhysand’s mate and life, both of them in love just like you and Azriel.
Before you could develop further in your thoughts, he continues.
“There was a new episode of Say yes to the dress. And… I wanted to have dinner with you, I really did, but Analise is choosing the drees her sister wants. And her family is there, too. It’s a beautiful dress, I just wanted… I’m sorry, dove. I shouldn’t have lied to you”
“You’re – you left me – you’re watching say yes to the dress?”
Azriel likes to dress nice, and every now and then would tell you to buy one of the latest items of certain collection. You know he likes clothing, that unlike Cassian who can wear the same trousers for a week, Azriel knows the difference between dark blue and marine blue.
You raise your head from his chest and listen to him explain that Feyre had showed him the show a few years ago, and that since then, it has become kind of an obsession. That he, Feyre, Mor and sometimes Amren meet to watch it.
That he hasn’t told you because once you watched it together and you said it was a waste of time.
Needless to say, that from that moment, you all watch the show together. You find a new side of Azriel that likes to point out every detail of the dresses, that know the story of each couple and that talks about it for days with no end.
It is also fair to say that you dust out your weeding dress and that you spend a fun night together, making up for mean comments and harmless lies.