#wingsin

[fatedophelias]

Considering adding Emeriel smut to my plunny list. I have some wingkink and shadowkink ideas to test.

Anyone interested in reading this?

[featherymalignancy]

In Vino Veritas is fast replacing it but my fav is The Tender Jar. I think about Elain rubbing ointment on Azriel’s wings SO OFTEN. The tension you wove between them is delicious and honestly inspirational! I think I’m due a reread 🥰😈

Awwww that makes me so happy! TJ was my first ACOTAR fic so always has a special place in my heart! ♥️

Also I was just working on the wingsin rewrite from Az’s POV last night! 🔥 🦇 💦

He fought off a groan as her fingers first made contract with his right wing, trying to focus on the sting of the salve to keep himself from getting hard. However, when she traced her finger down the spot in wonder a moment later, he felt himself losing the battle against his mounting desire.

[sayosdreams]

Hi um I just read @rhysismydaddy ‘s oneshot and now I’m craving more Nessian wingsin bc, I mean, there is never enough in this world.

((Also idk how to write smut so.))

Anywayyy seeing as some ppl responded to my prompt last time, I decided to at least try this out, in case anyone is interested. 

In case it wasn’t clear: please write some Nessian wingsin and tag me 🙏

♥️

[stars-falling]

Number 6. For the drabble 🥺

6. Wings

Elain was evil. She was evil and cruel- Azriel clenched his teeth as Elain slowly dragged a finger for a second time across his wing. They were currently seated in the living area of the river manor, awaiting dinner. Rhys, Cassian, Mor and Amren had all snuggled into various sofas whilst the Archeron sisters stood behind the couch chatting. Elain paid no attention to anyone but her sisters even as she caressed a certain spot on his wing. Azriel clenched his teeth and took a long drink of the wine in his hand. His brother’s noticed, both of them tried to muffle their laughter.

“I think poor Az is having a hard time, Elain.”

Elain turned away from her conversation to look at Rhys, who had spoken. Although she looked surprised, her hand continued to stroke along his wing and without warning, she poked him. He let out a small sound that he tried to cover with a cough. Rhys, Cassian and Mor burst out laughing. He saw the large smile on Feyre’s face as she made her way to Rhy’s lap.

“Really?”

Elain was the portrait of innocence as she continued to massage certain parts of his wing. His senses were on fire, every part of him could only focus on her deft fingers and the waves of pleasure that came crashing through him. His breathing became laboured.

“I thought he liked it.”

Azriel couldn’t reply as she squeezed slightly harder and a shock wave of both pleasure and discomfort sent his mind over the edge. Everyone present was practically on the floor with laughter, even Nesta and Amren cracked a smile. Elain pulled her hands away and moved around the couch to sit next to him. His breathing levelled out as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, “I like teasing you but I won’t do it again if you don’t want me too.”

He pulled her into his side before whispering back, “It’s okay, love. I don’t mind but next time can you please do it in private? Everyone here takes pleasure in my pain.”

She hummed in agreement as the conversation returned to the room. (363)

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[verifiefangirl]

A Court of Cazriel and Angst Pt I

Cassian and Azriel had been sent to the Day Court to retrieve some books from Helion’s library for their latest mission with Queen Vassa. The Spell Cleaver’s library was endless, with rows upon rows of books as far as the eye could see.  Right in the centre of it sat their High Lord, bent over some ancient text. His brow furrowed, his shoulders hunched. Whatever he was reading had him completely enraptured that he didn’t hear the two warriors approach.

Cassian peered over Helion’s shoulder, his eyes landing on the title. ‘Sunset Of Pleasure?’ He mouthed to Azriel, questioningly. Azriel gave him that said, ‘show some respect’. Cassian just rolled his eyes at him, feigning mock hurt at the assumption he was going to do something before a wicked smile spread across his face. He started reading a passage aloud.

“His fingers grazed my bosoms, like the wind grazing the clouds, the sun's fire lit inside me and I-.”

With a startled jump, Helion leaned back from the book and slammed it shut. The feintest of blush coated his dark skin. He shot Cassian a charming smile.

“Is this how most people spend their time in Day Court?” Cassian drawled, teasingly.

Helion leaned back in his chair, one arm sprawled across the back, body on full display in his over the shoulder, fashioned garment.

“I can show you exactly how we spend our time.” Helion revealed in a suggestive tone, a dark glint as his eyes roved over the Illyrian’s slowly. His smirk growing wider.

Azriel, to Helion’s disappointment, was paying him no heed as he scanned the contents on his table, taking note of everything in the room. Cassian however just snorted and plopped down in the seat next to the High Lord.

“So where’s the stuff?”

Helion’s snapped his fingers and several different thick texts sat before them. Cassian let out a groan.

“I thought you said this was going to be light reading.” Helion let out a chuckle, thinking he was joking around before he released the Commander was being serious.

“This is light reading.” He said, addressing Cassian while watching the Shadowsinger surveying his shelves with an appreciative gleam, fixated on those midnight wings. He observed the way the shadows twined around his neck before curling around his ear. Azriel’s eyes shot him up to him all of the sudden as if they had whispered exactly what he was thinking.

Cassian coughed and he dragged his attention back to the General whose back was now straight and shoulders taut with tension.

Helion painted a lazy smile back on his face and made a wide gesture with his hand.

“This place is free to your roaming, though I was hoping you wouldn’t be leaving too soon. I still have some more books to find and have already planned for you to dine with me.” He winked before rising, straightening out the creases in his clothes.

“I have some business to attend to, but I’d get to reading if I was you.” He mused, a sly grin on his face as he strode off down the endless hall.

Stay tuned for Pt II. It features sassy Azriel and a jealous Cassian