🫧🎀🫖🌸🛁🍬Rest is not a luxury; it is a necessity. Take the time off to replenish your energy and recharge your soul. In the midst of life's chaos, find solace in the stillness of rest. That is where true rejuvenation resides. Rest to be recharged.
💗 what i’m doing today, april 17th: studying!😽
⊹ recent work: ceo rhysand x bimbo secretary reader | strict bodyguard azriel x spoiled partyprincess reader, nsfw
darling directory sweet principles in the oven
please do not copy my work, translate it or upload it elsewhere @thehighladywrites, 2026💗
dilf!kento thinks it's odd just how hot and bothered you get when he does the most mundane of things.
for example, he'll be getting dressed in the morning: hair mussed and eyes dark from the lack of sleep that parenthood brings. fingers working his belt through the loops in his slacks and fastening the buckle just to be startled by you, having leapt out of bed to drop to your knees before him and suck him off right there in the walk in closet.
or, later on, when he's cleaning up the kitchen after sending the kids off to school, and you walk in to find his sleeves rolled up, humming away to himself as he washes dishes in the sink. of course, the look on his face when he turns to find you already sat on the countertop and beckoning him over is as priceless as it is arousing.
or god forbid he starts paying bills. sitting at the dining table with papers scattered in front of him, pen held in his strong hand as those glasses of his slide down the bridge of his nose. god, he's so pretty when he's concentrated, working with numbers like a whore! he shouldn't be surprised when you weave your way between him and the papers to sit on his lap and start working at hooking him out of his pants. so you can sit on his cock and get your fill.
"keep acting like that, sir, and you're gonna be a daddy again."
he's gruff. tired. so fucking sexy. "i'm going over the credit card statement. did you spend five hundred dollars on—"
"mmm stop talking and fuck another baby into me, ken."
and, because you married the right man, a pair of strong arms are already hoisting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. "as you wish, love."
this one’s a repost from webism man we are going all the way back in time to my first jjk blog wow
And ummmm is this the rhysand(brother's bestfriend x reader) fic in the oven or have you already posted it? Cause I don't think I can find it anywhere......
Also just read like all of your azriel and cassian fics AND text posts (hilarious btw) omw to start with the rhys ones
Basically you're hilarious and a talented diva <333 thank you for your amazing fics fine shyt 🫡
hahahahah i hope i’m going to post it very soon lovie, i’ce lost my spark but im gonna regain it for sure. also thank you i actually love you wtf
nerdy shy med student azriel teaching you anatomy by fingering you and explaining everything like the little itty bitty nerd he is. you’re just writhing beneath him, going cross-eyed as he abuses your g-spot.
“Technically, this should… work, i mean— you should feel pleasure,” he murmured, half to himself, half to you. He was looking up at you with a blushy, shy expression as his fingers expertly pumped in and out.
“um, so, now i’m stimulating a point called the Gräfenberg spot, or g-spot.” he explained when you couldn’t talk back properly, all moany and fuzzy-brained.
“It refers to a erogenous area on the anterior vaginal wall and it typically makes women feel copious amounts of pleasure.” Azriel’s voice trembled a little as he adjusted his glasses.
“And if I put my thumb right here and rub,” he murmured, hesitating just a second as though double-checking a mental diagram, “you’ll feel even more… pleasure.”
He swallowed, eyes flicking up nervously before he continued, his voice trembling between curiosity and awe. “It’s called the clitoris. It has over eight thousand nerve endings — more than anywhere else on the female human body. It’s… actually the only organ made solely for pleasure.”
When he looked up once again, his face was bright red, pupils blown out and brows knotted in concentration. “Does it… feel good?” he swallowed hard, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth.
Okay asking dark!Az writers bc I’m desperate to find this fic and I have looked everywhere. Can you tell me if it rings a bell? Can’t remember if it’s on here or AO3… basically it’s dark Az and he has reader in his spooky sexy dungeon and she’s tied up and confused why he’s keeping there, doesn’t know who he is. Sexy tied up antics happen & ultimately (SPOILERS AHEAD) it’s revealed that he believed she betrayed the inner circle but really she was keeping them safe and made it look like they were killed or smth? Literally any help would be hugely appreciated pls
hellooooo, so i’m sure this isn’t me but jesus christ, mind tagging me if you ever find it? sounds juicy
summary: taboo dynamics lead to unhappy endings or do they? let’s find out how it works when you’re fucking your dad’s best friend on the low
pairing: rhysand x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw, dirty talk, power dynamics, dad’s best friend trope, age gap, maybe slightly manipulative
amara’s note: guys im dying for older man rhysand oh my god, also hi it was ages ago i wrote a fic im coming out of retirement
dbf!Rhys who swears he’s not a pervert. Really, he’s not. It’s just unavoidable to sneak a peek at your silly little outfits that barely cover anything. You dress like temptation, and he’s only a man. Right?
dbf!Rhys who adores the size difference between you. Who can’t stop thinking about how your arms barely fit around his torso when you hugged him, giggling about how long it’s been since you saw each other.
dbf!Rhys who knows you’re both lying through your teeth. Because it hasn’t been “so long”, not when he’s been seeing you in secret since the day you left for college.
dbf!Rhys who sits beside you at family dinner, cool as ever. One tattooed hand casually resting under the table on your bare thigh while he talks to your dad about an upcoming fundraiser, his voice smooth, unreadable, like he isn’t slowly dragging his fingers up your leg.
dbf!Rhys who has absolutely no business being balls-deep inside you, who definitely has no business fucking harder and deeper when he hears your wrecked little whine, whispering that no guy could ever touch you the way he does. That you’re so in love with him it hurts.
dbf!Rhys who knows you’re stupidly in love with him. All wide eyes and soft sighs, looking at him like he hung the stars. He finds it sweet. A little brain-dead but completely addictive.
He knows exactly what happens when he talks to someone else. When he flashes that dazzling smile at another woman, just to watch the way your expression shifts.
You don’t and can’t say anything, not really. You just sit there, stewing, jealousy burning under your skin while pretending like your heart isn’t being fucking crushed.
And he loves it.
Loves that you get all worked up over him. Loves knowing you’d never say it out loud, but the thought of him touching someone else makes you murderous.
He never does touch others, of course. He only smiles, maybe flirts a little but never lets it go further. Because he knows exactly who he belongs to. And he knows you’ll come crawling back, needing to be reminded of it too.
dbf!Rhys, whose god-given talent for talking dirty fixes anything.
You could be mad, pouty, worked up beyond belief. But a few words from that wicked mouth and suddenly everything feels okay again.
Now, you’d been with other men before. Heard your fair share of freaky, nasty shit. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to Rhysand’s foul mouth.
He’s formulating new sentences, just mouthing of. He didn’t even have to touch you sometimes. One low whisper, one filthy promise, one groaned-out nickname and you were done for. And don’t let anyone hear it too, they’d clutch their pearls and run into the light.
“Told you you couldn’t handle it,” he murmurs, voice low and smug as he watches you writhe beneath him. “Not this dick, baby.”
“feel how deep i am inside? feel how good im fucking you? yeah— shh, just take what you need, i’m all yours, just fuck me,” His palm presses harder against your stomach, right over the bulge. His eyes flicker between your fucked-out face and where he’s buried so deep inside you.
dbf!Rhys who knows he’s never, ever letting a sweet thing like you go.
Not like you’re making it hard for him or anything. I mean, you’re the perfect little thing to have, trusting and so sweet. Just what he adores about you,
And of course he’s going to break the news to your dad about you. Nothing about that worries him. If your parents get enraged, they just don’t understand your love.
Rhysand will take care of you. That’s what he’s there for. Just lean on him. You don’t need anyone else. Especially not your friends or your family who keep telling you how wrong your dynamic is. They’re just jealous!
you guys acotar 6…👀 i think there’s still 1-2 years left until we can purchase the book bc if the first draft is done it’s probs have to be edited and redrafted and all that. but i’m gonna reread acotar and get my fanfic soark back bc ive been lacking like crazyyyyyyy
