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I’ve finally finished all the Blood and Ash and Flesh and Fire books (except the compendium) and
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**MAJOR BLOOD AND ASH/FLESH AND FIRE SPOILERS**
I’ve finally finished all the Blood and Ash and Flesh and Fire books (except the compendium) and
from katniss' perspective, the 75th hunger games & the 3rd quarter quell are all about her disobedience (and peeta's to some extent, but most of all that was her doing.) being that this was the only perspective we've had for years and years and years, that's the only assumption the rest of us could've made too. and sotr, against all odds, continues to ruthlessly add context to so many aspects of the series, whether we like it or not. the inclusion of so many known names and faces is something i've seen criticized and accused of being fanservice/nostalgia fuel, which... spectacularly misses the point.
beetee has, up until then, been a victor with known rebel tendencies. he's already being punished for that in sotr, let alone after. we don't know the details of mags' and wiress' involvement with the rebellion attempt in sotr, but we last see them tired, hurt, and visibly post-torture. johanna mason won her games by doing nothing offensive at all (...for all we know...) and yet her whole family has been wiped out—why? what did she do in the games, after the games? before the games? annie, who was herself reaped for the quarter quell, won when a huge wave drowned all the remaining tributes—think about it: is that what the capitol likes? so many "boring" deaths in one fell swoop, is that entertaining tv? of course not. what happened in that arena that caused this potential error in the system that ended up being played off as annie's great strategy?
point being, there are so many things we don't know but can possibly infer about the pre-quell lives of these specific tributes & how they may have rebelled, incited rebellion, or attempted to undermine snow/the capitol. yes, this quell was rigged. yes, snow did this largely to punish katniss in that moment in time specifically. no, the selection of her fellow tributes was not happenstance. (neither was, for that matter, the selection of the careers random: gloss and cashmere, siblings, beloved of the capitol and certainly the pre-determined winners.)
snow's fatal mistake here was not being able to let the sleeping dogs lie; he saw the chance to punish everyone who pissed him off, took it, and paid very dearly for the arrogant stupidity it takes to put panem's smartest and deadliest and angriest and rebelliest eggs in one tiny horrible basket.
Last Solstice
Cassian x reader
Words 2.7k
an this is a cute little holiday fic for all the Cassian lovers out there. Loosely loosely based on the song Last Christmas. Hurt and fluff. Not betad. Dividers by @hayatoseyepatch
Cassian soared through the slowly darkening sky as he flew to Velaris. The wards let him through effortlessly and he was instantly hit with a breeze of warm and deliciously smelling air - cinnamon, powdery sugar along citrus fruits and cardamom. The last days before Solstice were his favorite. The city was buzzing with people shopping for last minute gifts, picking up cakes or going ice skating with their children.
He landed by the Palace of Threads and Jewels to pick up some special gift that he had them custom-made. As soon as the vendor saw him enter the door, she smiled at him nodding her head as a say-hello and vanished into the back room. Cassian waited at the counter just for her to emerge again, placing the red velvet box in front of him “This one really gave me some sleepless nights, general.” she mused as he opened it to inspect the necklace. His eyes lit up as he saw the delicate pendant, no comparison to the doodle he did for her to make his vision plain. Two intervening silver ropes held a clear diamond that reflected the light into a kaleidoscope of the rainbow.
“What do you think?”
“Just as I imagined it. It's perfect.”
“Lucky female. She must be really special.”
Unraveling Truths
This is a bonus scene for my miniseries "A Helping Hand". You can read part 1 of 3 here. I know I wrote it in August, but I got a few requests for more so here we are.
Pairing: Azriel x f!reader
Summary: Azriel finally explains to his mate what the wingspan business is all about.
Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), written in 3rd POV (matching the rest of the series)
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: I love time zones because it’s 2am here but it’s still the 16th in the US so I’m technically not late :) This fic is just another proof that I can't write drabbles lol. Anyway, hank you @azrielsshadows42 for the inspo 🫶🏻 and thank you @azrielappreciationweek it was so much fun writing for this event 💙💙
Cassian x Fem!Reader
Creampie/Breeding/Rough Sex
Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding, oral (f receiving), NSFW
Word Count: 1.4k
Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
A Light That Never Goes Out | Azriel
Azriel x Rhysand's sister (reader) | The aftermath of Azriel kissing you in front of everyone in the Court of Nightmares.
warnings: angry Rhys, angry High Lord, brief mention of Tamsand, mating bond snapping
word count: roughly 3K, around 3.5K if you read the bonus scene
a/n: This is a part two to this but can be read as a stand alone. I had fun writing this but I worry this sounded better in my head. I was tempted to turn this into a crack fic bc of this trending tiktok sound.
Azriel kisses you, consequences be damned. His hand slides from yours to the nape of your neck, drawing you closer. You kiss him back with the same intensity, years of longing and love pouring into this single moment. Your mind and thoughts tangling with his, the bond between you surging with emotion. Desire and hope. He’s still in disbelief that tonight was the first night he told you he loved you.
But in truth, Azriel had been telling you all along—in every glance, every touch, every kiss that held more than words ever could.
Migraine Pain Azriel x Female Reader
contains: fluff, mutual pining, hurt/comfort
You were looking forward to having a quiet night once you'd returned from Autumn. Your head was throbbing from the verbal sparring with Eris and you just wanted to sleep. “Don't forget about dinner tonight, everyone is coming.” Rhys said as you moved to leave his office after reporting to him. “I'm really tired, maybe next time.” You try to excuse yourself from attending. “We haven't seen you in over a week, come and catch up with everyone.” Rhys pushes. “Alright, I'll see you tonight.” You decide to try to sleep off your headache once you reach the house of wind.
Kinktober Day 14: Breeding Kink
A/N: okay so we're back to uploading these, trying to aim for one a day until the masterlist is completed!! and then I'll be able to move onto all the other fun ideas I have hehe. 18+ only!! Includes sexual themes and breeding kink!!
You awoke with a soft moan, head lulling from side to side on your pillow as you struggled to grasp what was reality and what was a dream. The soft kisses of Azriel's lips goaded you back to the present as he gently pried your thighs apart.
"Azzy?"
"Good, you're awake," he spoke, littering kisses across your breasts and down your stomach. His hand inched closer to your core, sliding through your folds. "And you're soaked."
Unspoken fights
Azriel x reader | angst / fluff
Feyre wonders why Azriel and his mate aren't speaking to each other. Rhys explains about there unusual communication habits and she feels the need to fix it.
Indelicate Distraction
Day 15: Distracted Sex | Azriel x Reader word count: 2.2k author's note: this turned into much more than i was planning, but im so so happy with it :) i love azriel, and i love the thought of him pouring himself into reports late into the night like ugh thats so lip bite ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦
“Azriels shadows don’t like Elain!!!”
SJM: “Elain mused, at last answering my question from moments ago as her attention drifted to the windows facing the sunny street. That smile grew, bright enough that it lit up even Azriel’s shadows across the room.”
*they light up at her smile
Also SJM: “Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain’s face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.”
*they get defensive of Elain over Nesta insulting her
SJM Again: “Elain's large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that. Just as he knew she was well aware of why Azriel so rarely came to family dinners these days.But tonight, here in the dark and quiet, with no one to see... He pulled the small velvet box from the shadows around him. Opened it for her.”
*they help him present her gift
Parallels between Nesta & Lucien
(And why I think they should be best friends)
Sharp tongues/sass queens 💁♀️
Neither will ever be fully respected or trusted by the IC 😔
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Threatened and bruises (established relationship, Nyx Archeron’s mate)
Nyx had been away for nearly a week, attending the High Lords’ meeting with his parents, Rhysand and Feyre. The gathering was essential for maintaining the peace and balance between the courts, a responsibility that would one day fall solely on Nyx’s shoulders as the future High Lord of the Night Court. But as important as the meeting was, the absence of his presence left a void that you keenly felt. His absence was a constant ache, like a piece of you was missing, and you counted the days, hours, and minutes until his return.
Though you knew he was where he needed to be, fulfilling the duties that came with his birthright, you couldn’t help but feel a little more vulnerable without him. Nyx had always been protective of you, not in a way that suffocated or diminished you, but in a way that made you feel cherished and safe. As his mate, you were his equal, his other half, and you knew he would never tolerate anyone hurting or disrespecting you.
And yet, someone had dared to do just that.
The encounter had happened just yesterday. You had been walking through the palace gardens, the moonlight casting a soft glow over the Night Court, when a figure had emerged from the shadows. At first, you thought nothing of it—after all, the Night Court was your home, a place where you were surrounded by people who were loyal to Nyx and his family. But the stranger’s eyes had gleamed with something dark, something dangerous, and before you could react, they had grabbed your arm with bruising force.
"You think you're untouchable, just because you're Nyx's mate?" the person had sneered, their voice low and venomous. "You're nothing but a distraction, a weakness."
You had tried to pull away, to use the magic that coursed through your veins, but the grip on your arm tightened, sending a shock of pain up your limb. You refused to cry out, refused to show this person any sign of weakness, but the fear had been real, gnawing at the edges of your resolve.
"You'll regret this," you had said, your voice steady despite the pain. "Nyx will—"
"Nyx isn't here," the stranger had interrupted, a cruel smile twisting their lips. "And when he comes back, he'll have more important things to worry about than a few bruises on his precious mate."
The encounter had ended as quickly as it had begun, the stranger releasing you and disappearing into the shadows before you could fully comprehend what had happened. You had stood there, heart pounding, staring at the darkened spot where they had vanished, your arm throbbing with the aftermath of their grip.
Now, as you sat in your chambers, waiting for Nyx to return, the memory of that moment played on a loop in your mind. Your arm was still sore, the bruises a stark reminder of the threat that had been made. You hadn’t told anyone—not yet. The moment had passed so quickly, and the last thing you wanted was to cause a scene while Nyx was away. But now that he was returning, you knew you couldn’t hide it from him. Not that he wouldn’t notice—Nyx was far too perceptive to miss even the smallest change in you, and the bruises were far from small.
You paced the length of the room, anxiety swirling in your chest. Nyx had always been protective, but when it came to you—his mate, his future High Lady—he was fiercely territorial. The bond between you was strong, unbreakable, and the thought of someone harming you, even in his absence, would enrage him beyond measure.
The sound of wings beating through the night air pulled you from your thoughts. Your heart leaped, knowing that Nyx had returned. You rushed to the balcony, and there he was, descending from the sky with the grace and power that only an Illyrian warrior possessed. His black wings spread wide as he landed, the moonlight casting a silvery sheen over his dark hair. His eyes, those blue-gray eyes that mirrored his mother’s, locked onto yours the moment his feet touched the ground.
"You're home," you breathed, relief washing over you as he strode toward you with purpose.
"I missed you," he said, his voice low and filled with the weight of the bond that connected you. He reached out, pulling you into his arms, his wings wrapping around you like a protective shield. "I couldn’t stop thinking about you."
You buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him—night-blooming flowers, a hint of wind, and the faintest trace of something dark and powerful. For a moment, all was right in the world. Nyx was home, and nothing else mattered.
But as he pulled back to look at you, his brow furrowed, the warmth in his eyes gave way to something colder, sharper.
"What happened?" His voice was a low growl, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the bruises on your arm.
You tried to pull your sleeve down, to hide the marks, but it was too late. Nyx’s gaze had locked onto them, and the fury that flared in his eyes was immediate and all-consuming. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening as he took your arm gently in his hands, turning it to get a better look at the bruises.
"Who did this?" he demanded, his voice deadly calm, though you could feel the storm brewing beneath the surface. His wings flared slightly, a sign of his agitation, and shadows began to gather around him, responding to his rising anger.
"Nyx, it’s not—" you began, but he cut you off, his grip on your arm firm but careful.
"Who. Did. This." Each word was spoken with such force that it sent a shiver down your spine. You had never seen Nyx this angry, not like this. He was always so in control, so composed. But now, the fury in his eyes was barely restrained, and you knew that whoever had dared to touch you would regret it.
"I don’t know," you admitted, your voice soft but steady. "It happened so quickly. They said... they said I was a distraction. A weakness."
Nyx’s eyes darkened, the shadows swirling around him growing thicker, more menacing. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and you could feel the raw power radiating off him in waves. He was furious—no, more than furious. He was enraged.
"A weakness?" he repeated, his voice a deadly whisper. "You are my mate. My equal. No one touches you. No one threatens you. Not ever."
You placed a hand on his chest, trying to calm him, but his entire body was tense, his muscles coiled as if ready to strike. "Nyx, please," you said softly. "I’m fine. It’s just a bruise."
His gaze softened for a moment as he looked down at you, but the fury never fully left his eyes. "You’re not fine," he said, his voice low and filled with the weight of his emotions. "Someone dared to lay their hands on you. They dared to threaten you. That is unforgivable."
You could feel the bond between you humming with the intensity of his anger, and though you understood why he was upset, you didn’t want him to lose himself in his rage. "I didn’t want to worry you while you were away," you said. "I didn’t want to distract you from your duties."
Nyx let out a harsh laugh, though there was no humor in it. "You are never a distraction. Never." He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle despite the storm raging inside him. "You are my mate. My future High Lady. No one has the right to harm you, and I will not allow it."
"I can handle myself, Nyx," you reminded him, though you appreciated his protectiveness. "I’m not helpless."
"I know you’re not," he said, his voice softening slightly. "But that doesn’t mean I’ll let anyone hurt you. Ever."
He pulled you into his arms again, holding you tightly as if the very act of embracing you could shield you from the world. His wings wrapped around you once more, a cocoon of safety and warmth, and you could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rapid beat of your own.
"I will find out who did this," he vowed, his voice low and dangerous. "And when I do, they will regret ever laying a finger on you."
You knew he meant every word. Nyx was not one to make idle threats, especially when it came to you. Whoever had dared to threaten you had made a grave mistake, and they would soon realize just how far Nyx was willing to go to protect his mate.
But even as you stood there in his arms, surrounded by his strength and love, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry. You didn’t want Nyx to lose himself in his quest for vengeance, didn’t want him to be consumed by the darkness that sometimes lurked at the edges of his power. He was the future High Lord of the Night Court, and with that title came immense responsibility.
"Promise me something," you said, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.
"Anything," he replied without hesitation.
"Promise me you won’t let this consume you," you said softly. "I don’t want you to become something you’re not because of me."
Nyx’s eyes softened, and he cupped your face in his hands once more, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead. "I promise," he said, though you could still see the fire burning in his gaze. "But I will protect you, no matter what
Gwyneth Berdara — Priestess, Valkyrie, Carynthian.
📸: ann.siren
Payback | Azriel x Reader
Summary: Azriel had tied you up and tortured you with his fingers, tongue and cock many times. Having you begging to touch him, begging for release. Now it’s your turn to get your payback.
Warnings: SMUT (18+!!)
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You were dressed in the new lacy set of lingerie you had bought earlier that day. Feyre and Nesta had invited you to go with them on their shopping day. Dresses, jewelry and art were expected, but you didn’t expect to follow them into the discreet shop that contained many sets of lace and toys of all sorts.
You were hesitant to buy anything knowing that the High Lady and her sister would see it and know who you would wear it for. Nesta convinced you to buy some anyway.
You picked up a few sets in different colors and designs but as soon as you saw this one you knew the Shadowsinger would love it the most. Imagining him lose control when he saw it, you purchased it with no hesitation. The two Archeron sisters eyed it and winked at you with knowing smirks on their faces.
Now you were waiting for Azriel to return home from the Illaryan camp he was sent to for the day.
You felt sexy in your new set. You stared at yourself in the mirror for longer than you’d like to admit when you first put it on. Admiring how it framed your figure. How it accentuated your breasts and the curve of your hips, your ass and your thick, athletic thighs that your mate loved to bury his head between.
From your mates study you heard the front door open and close. A second later his shadows were swarming you. They swirled around you and when they registered the state you were in they darted out of the room, back to their master.
You heard Azriel make his way up the stairs, and push the door open slowly. He watched you with predatory eyes as you walked to the front of his desk, leaning back against it, your thighs and ass resting against the cold wood.
“Hmm” your mate hummed in approval. You felt his arousal spike through the bond. His eyes flared as he looked you up in down, soaking in your appearance and appreciating your new outfit.
“Do you like it?” You asked, already knowing the answer.
He leaned against the doorway, his hands resting on the frame behind him. “It is by far my favorite you’ve ever worn” he said as he stared at your breasts. You could barely see your nipples and the jewelry that was in them through the material. He loved all the piercings you had. He said the one in the center of your bottom lip was his favorite but you knew better. Your pierced nipples and clit were his favorite.
He started towards you but as he went to reach for you, your power stopped him. Placing an invisible wall between you.
“Let me through” he said with irritation in his voice.
“Sit down” you pointed to his desk chair that was behind you.
He groaned in defiance but obeyed. You turned to face him as he was taking his seat, the desk being the only separation between you two.
You walked around the desk and started to unlace and unbutton his leathers. The leathers you loved to watch him fight in.
He grabbed your hips but you quickly removed his hands, placing them on his own thighs. “No” is all you said.
“You’re not going to let me touch you?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No” you replied with a smirk.
Confusion and frustration marked his face. You knew he would try again but you wanted to test him, push him before you took complete control.
You finished removing his leather top, running your hands across his muscular chest, and moved on to unlacing his boots. You were now on your knees, on of his favorite ways to see you and you knew he was struggling to keep his hands to himself. His fists clenched on his lap, his cock hardening under his leather pants. You stood again, placing yourself between his legs. You grabbed his chin lightly and pushed his head up so his eyes would meet yours. His deep blue eyes stared into you, and you saw the war he was fighting in his mind. He wanted to grab you and take you right there on the desk. You considered letting him, knowing it would be rough and hot. He scented your arousal and reached for you again, this time grabbing the backs of your thighs and pulling you closer to him.
You leaned down and kissed him softly, pulling away slightly when he tried to take control and deepen the kiss.
He groaned in frustration and opened his eyes to meet yours.
“You’re being very difficult today” he said as he let go of your legs and leaned back in the chair.
“I know” is all you said as you walked behind the chair. You lightly grabbed his arms from either side and guided them behind the chair being careful of his wings.
“What are you doing?” He asked in an alarmed voice.
“Getting payback” you said as you used your magic to tether his wrists together behind the chair.
You moved to be in front of him again, grazing his wing with your finger in the process. He shivered and his face giving away his frustration that he couldn’t touch you.
“Are you okay my love?” You asked cocking your head to the side.
He didn’t reply. He sent a wave of his frustrated arousal through the bond and you smiled.
You sat on the desk, your legs dangling. He was only a foot in front of you but he couldn’t touch you.
“What do you want?” You asked him in a sweet voice.
“I want to bed you over that desk and fuck you until you don’t know your own name” he said as he attempted to lean towards you.
The words made you hot and wet and he could smell how bad you wanted him. Your scent has always driven him crazy and you have used that to your advantage many times.
“You look a little… restrained.” You say slowly. “I guess you’ll just have to watch instead”
His eyes widened at your words. You leaned back on the desk, now laying on it, your feet on the edges, legs open for him to see your covered area.
He groaned and you heard him move, fighting the restraints. You began running your hands over your body. You pinched your nipples through the fabric and quietly moaned. His shadows lightly moving over your skin made everything feel more intense, acting as a ghost of his touch.
His breathing became audible and heavy. You played with your breasts through the fabric for a moment enjoying the enhanced sensation from the piercings. You slowly moved one hand down to the area between your legs.
You lightly grazed over your covered clit and felt how you had already soaked your new panties. You applied a little pressure, pleasing yourself through the fabric. You moaned quietly as you pleased yourself, teasing him. You know he likes to hear you, and wants you to be loud.
You hear him mutter a few profanities and you smirk.
Moving your hand, you slowly push your hand under the fabric and continue pleasuring yourself, the feeling overwhelming.
“I want to taste you” he whispered. You sit up slightly to look at him, using your free arm to hold you up.
You make eye contact with him and push two of your fingers into yourself. Feeling the slick on your fingers you pull them out of your panties and sit up completely.
You reach toward him, placing your free hand on his neck and move your slick covered fingers toward his mouth. He takes them in his mouth and moans, tasting you.
You let go of his neck and lay back down on the desk. You lift your hips and drag your panties off. Placing them on the desk next to you. You spread your legs again so he can now see your wet area, the piercing he loves so much, and the small bit of natural red hair you always leave for him.
“Fuck me” he says, barely a whisper.
“Maybe” you reply as your hand returns to what it was doing before.
You alternate between rubbing your clit, playing with the piercing, and inserting your fingers inside yourself, sending waves of pleasure through you.
You start to moan a little louder while doing this, from the pleasure, and from the scent of your mates arousal.
The familiar feeling of your release edges closer and you begin to quicken your movements, your breathing becomes faster and your moans louder.
You both know what is about to happen and you can feel Azriels eagerness through the bond.
“Come for me love” you hear him say in a low voice. A moment later you do, squirting your release on his chest. You moan as you work yourself through your release and you hear your mate moaning as he watches you and at the feeling of your juices on him.
Once you recover from your orgasm, you sit up to look at him. The hunger in his eyes is consuming. You slowly make your way to your knees between his legs.
“Fuck” He mutters. “Please” he begs looking down at you.
Running your hands up his thighs, you reach the strings of his leathers and slowly begin to undo them. He squirms with impatience when you lightly run your hand over his covered cock.
Finally you say fuck it and use your magic to remove his leather pants, getting impatient with the process.
You look up at him as you grab the base of his cock and lightly kiss his tip.
He groans and throws his head back.
You take the tip of him in your mouth and suck lightly. He moans in appreciation, finally feeling your touch.
You work him with your hand and mouth, his moans filling the air. He bucks his hips, trying to get you to take more of him. In response you remove your mouth from him. His head snaps to look at you with pleading eyes.
You lick him from the base of his cock to the tip and take him in your mouth again. His moans become louder and his breathing more uneven.
Once you are happy with how worked up you have him you remove yourself and stand.
He groans is frustration at the lack of touch but you quiet him with a kiss. You straddle him as you kiss him, your tongues fighting for dominance.
You can feel his cock against you as he moves his hips to find friction. You bite his lip and release it, pulling away from him slightly.
You smile at him and ask “Do you want something?”
“I want to be inside you. Now.” He says out of breath.
You lift yourself and use your hand to line his cock up to your entrance. You slowly lower yourself onto him. You both moan in relief, finally being able to feel each other.
You lightly touch the top of his wing and he growls. You love touching his wings. You love his reactions to your touch.
You keep a slow pace as he tries to thrust up into you. You kiss him hard and deep as you begin to quicken your pace.
His moans and grunts urge you on as you continue to rise and fall on him.
He buries his face in your neck, nipping and licking the area.
“Please” he begs. He doesn’t say what he wants but you know. And you want it too.
You release his hands from your power and they immediately come to your hips lifting you up and slamming you down at a fast pace.
Both of your moans become uncontrollable. Your breath mixing in your close proximity.
He stands, lifting you with him and placing you on the desk. You lay back against it, him still inside you. He pulls your breasts out of the top of your bra and brings his mouth to one of them, pinching the other as he thrusts into you.
You already feel another release building in your core. You send the feeling through the bond and he picks up his pace. He relentlessly fucks you and you wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back.
“Az I’m so close” you barely get out through the moans he is bringing out of you. He continues with his pace, not changing anything.
You cry out as your second orgasm washes over you.
“Fuck you feel so good around me” he say in your ear before he kisses you.
His thrusts start to get faster and less controlled and you know he is close. You move your fingers to his wing and lightly brush over the spot you know makes him lose control.
He puts his forehead against yours and bites your lip. When he releases you he moves his mouth to your neck. Sucking and biting the sensitive flesh.
“Come for me love” you whisper in his ear. And after a few deep and hard thrusts he does, his moans loud and hot against your skin.
You stay like that for a moment, him still inside you, catching your breath.
He lifts himself from your body and removes his cock. He kisses your body before he picks you up, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist and takes you to your shared bathroom.
He sets you on the counter and moves to start the bath. Once the tub is full you both enter the tub, you sitting in front of him, your back resting against his chest.
“That was fucking hot” he tells you as he washes your body.
You turn around and smile at him. He leans in and kisses you, pulling your legs over his lap to start it all again.
Fin.
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Thank you for reading! This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I hope you enjoyed!
ACOTAR Theory
WARNING:Spoilers ahead, read at your own risk, sorry for not posting anything mine for a long time!
I was talking to a friend (she'sjust started reading ACOTAR) and she asked me what happend to the dusk court of if it had even existed at some point in the universe. It had me wondering and I've come up with 2 explanations.
1:It existed before the war like Jurian's kingdom and stopped existing either because they were annihilated or absorbed.
2:It never existed and we're just crazy trying to solve a mystery that has no clues
Idk what to thing please tell me your thoughts
Love, whevegvekage
Velvet Whispers, Midnight Truths
Azriel x Reader
word count: 5.3k
content: [ explicit sexual content, unprotected PIV, az doesn't pull out lol, casual sex, hurt/comfort kinda?, jealousy, friends to lovers, language ]
summary: Frustrated by Azriel's apparent indifference towards you, you seek solace in the arms of others. But words exchanged over a family dinner ignite a long-suppressed jealousy. A heated exchange, an unforeseen confrontation, and a passionate encounter follow.
author's note: i received this ask a couple of weeks ago and omg i had so much fun writing this, i love drama
You liked to think you could handle a lot; political disputes, bloodshed, mountains of paperwork. But this? No, this was simply too much. You were in hysterics when Nesta found you — or rather when Nesta was rounding a corner and you bumped into her with enough force to make even Cassian stumble back.