I had so much fun, i love theeeem. I couldn't decide wich version of Nesta's eyes to post, so they're different in the clothes and the naked version.
Please don't pay attention to the blurried tatoos, i'm not good with that xD I draw muscles, i fall in love with them, and don't want to cover it afterward, so it's a weird in between. (On day i'll make a correct design and stick with it i guess, but it is not this day )
cassian on the inside: she was everything to him, a voice on the wind calling him home, the river running through his heart. he'd meant every dying word his broken body had allowed. and he knew the lifetimes before him would be dark and desolate without her sun to shine upon him, the twin moons of her eyes stirring the tides of his love.
This comic of the Archeron sisters meeting the bat boys for the first time is absolutely perfection and has completely made my day. 😭✨
There’s something so perfect about seeing these early canon moments illustrated:
🎨 Feyre stepping into her leader role, while non stop bantering with Rhysand
🔥 Nesta standing her ground while Cassian trying (and failing) not to stare at Nesta’s fire
🌸 Elain being soft and sweet, instantly catching Azriel’s quiet attention and the silent understanding between them
@natalienardozza captured each personality exactly as written, the tension, the awkwardness, the awe, the curiosity… all those little details that make these dynamics so special from the very beginning. I can't thank you enough for creating such a wonderful piece. It’s such a gift to see these scenes brought to life. 💕
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ "good morning, high lady" soft!rhys x f!reader
synopsis: you wake up beside your mate at dawn and spend the morning snuggling and expressing your love for each other, which leads to #RIDINGGGGGGG
warnings: smut, spanking, dirty talk, defs a more mild smut
word count: 1,521
a/n: first solo rhys smut! sometimes the softer, milder smuts are more fun to write than the freakier ones lowkey, but i hope you all enjoy and i'm open to requests!
You woke up to the sunrise shining into your mostly purple bedroom, and inhaled the clean smell of the air, and of the cedar coming from your mate beside you.
You rolled over to look at Rhys, sleeping on his back with his hands neatly folded on his chest.
He looked so beautiful and peaceful like this that it nearly made you want to cry.
You sighed in admiration, and he stirred and opened his deep purple eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the dawn.
Moments like these were your favourite, when he seemed so mundane and human.
He stretched a long, muscled arm around you and pulled you into his chest, wrapping your back with his wing so you wouldn’t be too cold in the crispy morning air.
Plus, the two of you always slept naked, so the morning air is usually extra cold on your skin.
“Good morning, High Lady,” Rhys said in his raspy morning voice.
You always blushed when he called you that, and this time was no different.
You nuzzled your face into his chest.
“Good morning, High Lord,” you responded.
He stroked your head and placed a kiss on the top of it.
“Nothing in the world makes me as happy as waking up with you does.”
Your heart melted and you lifted your head to look at his sleepy face.
“Me too, Rhys, I love you.”
“I love you.”
You crawled atop his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, laying directly atop him.
His strong arms mirrored yours and wrapped tightly around your waist, one broad hand running up and down your back.
Your legs tangled with his and the two of you laid there for a moment, holding each other and being grateful to have one another.
Not everyone got to wake up beside their mate and feel the safest they’ve ever been, so it was important to acknowledge and appreciate that.
The sweet smell of your room and your mate, the feeling of his warm skin against yours, his hands running up and down your back, and his occasional kisses on your head were filling your stomach with butterflies and love.
The soft glow of dawn filled your room and Rhys was whispering sweet affirmations with his sleepy morning voice that turned you on so much.
Your hips started to stir and another feeling started creeping up in your core.
Skin-to-skin with Rhys wasn’t enough, you needed him buried deep inside you.
You lifted your head again and he opened his eyes once more to meet yours.
You smiled and kept rolling your hips around.
Rhys made a small noise, and moved his hand to the base of your neck, pulling you gently towards his lips.
You kissed him soft, deep, and slowly.
Your lips moved in perfect rhythm with each other and Rhys tugged your bottom lip softly with his teeth which made you moan into his mouth.
You felt him get hard immediately against your pussy which was moving perfectly atop him.
You spread your legs so that each of your knees was on either side of him, and lifted your hips up a little to align his dick with your entrance.
Rhys pulled away from your lips and pressed his forehead to yours.
He loved looking into your eyes when he first slid into you; he loved the way you always gasped lightly and parted your lips, and this time was no different.
You sunk yourself down on him, eyes fluttering shut and lips parting with the whisper of a gasp.
Rhys let out a shaky breath too, and kissed your nose.
Once he was fully nestled into you, he grabbed the back of your head and you laid the side of your face in his neck.
He kept stroking your hair, and you kept your arms wrapped around his neck as you moved your hips back and forth on his long, thick length.
He wrapped his Illyrian wings around you to keep you warm, and because he knew it made you feel more safe.
The room began to fill with the sounds of yours and Rhys’s gentle moans as you sleepily rode him in the quiet of the dawn.
His dick slid in and out of you but you wanted him deeper.
You unravelled your arms from your mate’s neck and sat up on him, your nipples instantly getting hard in the cold.
“Cauldron, how are you real?” Rhys asked, shaking his head as he took in the sight of you naked atop him, sleep still written on your flush skin.
You smiled and braced your hands on his chest, adjusting your legs a little.
Rhys ran a hand up your thigh and to your lower stomach, he pressed against it and your mouth fell open at the added pressure.
“Do you feel me right here, sweetheart?”
You nodded your head rather quickly and he smirked a little.
“Good girl, keep riding.”
He moved both hands to your thighs and gave them a squeeze signaling you to keep going.
You used your hands that were firmly planted on his strong chest for leverage as you bounced your hips up and down on him.
Your moans got louder as the effect of the position change had Rhys hitting the spot every time your hips snapped back down to meet his.
He let out deep moans at the sight of his High Lady bouncing on him with desperation and desire, your boobs bouncing up and down with you had him in a trance.
“Fuck Rhys, you feel so good,” you moaned out as you threw your head back in pleasure and never slowed your pace.
“Sweetheart, you feel so good. Your pussy is squeezing me perfectly and you look fucking beautiful.”
His words only made you bounce even quicker, both of you chasing your orgasms.
Rhys moved his hands from your thighs to your hips, helping you ride him by lifting you even higher off his dick so that only the tip remained, then loosening his grip and letting you fall back down onto him so he was buried inside your cunt.
“Oh my Gods, Rhys,” you breathed out.
“Don’t stop.”
You didn’t dare stop when you were both getting so close to release, but your thighs were starting to get tired and wobbly from riding him so fast, and Rhys could sense your pace starting to falter.
He sat up a bit and moved his hands from your hips to your ass, squeezing and slapping it which motivated you to pick up the pace again.
“Thats it, sweetheart, you’re doing amazing,” Rhys praised.
“Rhys,” you panted, “I’m getting so tired.”
You didn’t need to explain any further for Rhys to know you wanted him to take over.
Your arms found their way around his neck again and your lips crashed into his as he squeezed your ass tightly and bounced you up and down on his dick.
You let all your weight fall into his big hands as he lifted you up and down by your ass.
You moaned into each other’s mouths and let your tongues collide, swirling and sucking.
Rhys pulled away an inch and kept his mouth open.
You knew what he was asking for.
He kept bouncing you up and down on his dick, stretching you out and fucking you so deep and fast.
You gave him what he wanted and spit in his mouth.
He smiled and slapped one of your ass cheeks which had you shoving your tongue in his mouth again.
He moved his hands and wrapped them entirely around your waist, pulling you atop his chest again and falling back onto the sheets.
He lifted his hips up to meet yours and fucked himself into you as you finally came and started shaking with your orgasm on his dick.
You pulled away from his lips.
“Rhy-Rhys I’m cumming.”
“I know, sweetheart, good girl, cum on this dick,” he finished as he spilled into you, moaning with the pleasure of release.
You felt his hard dick twitching inside you as he filled you with his cum.
You collapsed on top of him and he held you close, both of you breathing heavy and sweating a bit.
After about five minutes, you slid off his dick but remained atop him, and felt your eyes getting heavy with sleep again.
“Can we sleep in a little longer?” You asked him.
He chuckled softly.
“Of course, sweetheart. It’s only dawn after all,” he kissed your head yet again then added, “You did amazing, are you okay?”
You nodded and shifted atop him, tangling your legs in between his.
“Good,” he said, “Get some more sleep, I love you so much.”
You let out an exhale at the overwhelming feelings of adoration for Rhys. How was he this loving and perfect?
“I love you too, Rhys, so much.”
He let his wings spread out to the side and let out an exhale too, closing his eyes.
You closed your eyes and fell asleep again to the sound of his loving, beating heart.
