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I love your work so so much! Can I please request rowaelin x reader. Persuasion, something fluffy and maybe a bit smutty too? thank you so much <33333

Long Mornings

Bingo Ask Game! See the original post & rules here

Opposites, Sickness and Injury taken still need to be written

you can read the other prompts here!

a/n: yes! I love rowaelin so much I need to write more of them so thank you so much for your request and I hope you enjoy

Prompt: Persuasion

Pairings: Rowaelin / F!Reader

Word Count: 513

Tags: fluff, smut, cuddling, teasing, graphic, explicit, suggestive, biting

Minors DNI

"Please." Aelin half whispered / half groaned, nudging herself further into my side, Rowan a heavy weight by my back with his hands firmly planted on my waist, his head laying on the groove of my neck. 

"I have to get up." I whisper and they both groaned lowly again. I blinked the early morning sun out of my eyes only for my attempt at leaving this bed to be thwarted again. "Five more minutes." Aelin murmured, taking my arms and wrapping them around her stomach and despite my ire I squeezed her tightly and presssed a kiss to her shoulder and she hummed in response.

"You both have to get up too." I mentioned the whole entire country they were supposed to be running right now. Rowan just pressed a kiss to the juncture of my throat, nibbling softly. "Shushh don't remind me." He murmured, his low voice thick with sleep and I tried to ignore the heat pooling in my stomach. 

Aelin grunted her agreement refusing to even open her eyes to the sun, both of their bodies were pressed extremely close to mine in an attempt to get me to stay here and it only made my growing attraction worse.

"I'm gonna be so late-"

"Five minutes." Aelin murmured turning in my arms so we were looking at each other and she finally opened her eyes to the sunlight pouring in through the tall windows, Terrasen gleaming behind them.

"There's nothing we can do to convince you to stay?" She asked in that tone, pouting slightly. Before I could protest her mouth was on mine, sliding her tongue with mine and tugging on my bottom lip as she slowly moved her way down to my neck. 

I'd been so focused on Aelin I hadn't realized our other mate had moved too until I felt those strong hands gripping my thighs, his thumb slipping underneath my sleep shorts achingly close to where I needed them. My heat only rising and my body responding immediately.

Aelin pressed a biting kiss to my collarbones as she ever so slowly moved further down, soothing the sharp pain with her tongue and I couldn't help the moan that fell out. Rowan brushed his fingers even closer, going so far as to slid them underneath my panties and achingly circle my slit as if reminding me what I could have, turning my head so he could capture my lips with his. 

"Sure you can't stay with us love?" Aelin teased, Rowan gently gliding the strap off my shoulder, Aelin finishing taking the tanktop off so she could have easy access to my breasts. I moaned again, the pressure of the clicking clock fading into nothing underneath their teasing touches, everything in me aching for more.

"Is that a yes?" Rowan mocked my non-answer and I nodded, bucking up against him as his thumb finally pressed on my clit just as the same time as Aelin bit down."Yes. fuck yes i'll stay..just- .please."

"Perfect. We'll make it worth your while hmm?"

Twenty minutes wouldn't hurt. Right?

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Hello! I have a request to make, if you don't mind. Gwyn x male reader, or neutral or female, whatever you want, I just wanted something with Gwyneth (acotar), I love her so much.

Thank you in advance!

a/n: I know your request wasn't for the bingo but the snow square really inspired me! hopefully that's alright and if not send me another request! I thought this was so cute and tysm for ur req! <3

Memories

Bingo Ask Game! See the original post & rules here

Persuasion, Opposites, Sickness and Injury taken still need to be written

you can read the other prompts here!

Prompt: Snow

Pairings: Gwyn x GN!Reader (could technically be read as Gwynriel/Gwynlain too but intended for reader :))

Word Count: 450

Tags: fluff, snowball fights, quick makeout sesh

"Gwyneth Berdara!" I shrieked the second I felt the ice cold spreading throughout my entire being, my neck still sore from where she hurled the snow at it. 

"Catch me if you can!" She yelled back already running off into the woods, her bright hair making it easier for me to run after her. My heavy snow boots wore me down through the thick white coating the ground yet I was this close to reaching her only a few more- my hands caught her wrist when a rock hit my boot and soon we were both tumbling into a pile of snow, 

She was laughing I had gotten another face full of the icy powder during the fall and she quickly disentangled herself from the ground helping me to dust off my coat her laughter still ringing throughout the forest. "Oh my gods!" 

I couldn't but join in her merriment despite the chill seeping into my bones and after a few more moments of giggling we caught our breaths and let the silence slowly descend, laughtering trickling off and I let my eyes rove over her being, her cheeks flushed from the cold, her smile melting my heart.

"What?" She asked when she noticied my staring, breaths still exaggerated from the run.

"You're beauitful." I whispered reverently. Tilting her chin and moving closer so I could press the softest kiss to her lips. She sighed against me and despite us still sprawled on the ground I couldn't help but reach for her, desperately needing her closer. 

I let my tongue slip into her mouth and she eagerly reciprocated and after a few moments Gwyn pulled away. My mouth trailed after her, kissing down her jawline then her neck before taking her hands in mine and cradling them against my chest, pressing another kiss against her gloved knuckles. "You clean up pretty well too I guess." She mentioned with a dramatic sigh, gazing down at me with nothing but adoration. 

I raised an eyebrow. "Wow what a great compliment." I joked and her giggle was cut short as I dumped snow onto her cheeks. She sat up from the ground quickly wiping it off. "What-" She gasped out.

"Payback!" I laughed, already preparing to get up and run. Gwyn laughed "Oh this is war." she declared moving faster than I and forming a snowball. 

"I'm gonna crush you." I called out to her, reaching to get more snow when another one hit my back. "That's so cute you think that!" She called as I whirled around to throw my snowball only to find her running once again towards the trees. 

In the end I let het hit me with the little flying balls of snow as much as she wanted only to hear the laughter once again. 

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Thin Tiffany Blue Lines

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throne of glass is a fandom i can’t escape from. i see one reminder of that damn series and my day goes to shambles

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I just found out that america is banning iphones other tech etc in schools. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING MEEEEE in a country with a lot if not the most school shootings is INSANE TO ME. it just gets worse every single day and i am EXHAUSTED

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I'm curious, what are your thoughts on Neris as a ship? Or more importantly, Eris's role in your own version of events during ACOSF? Like, do you think there could have been changes in how you see them?

Let‘s get one thing straight- Neris is a HOT ship.

There wouldn’t be much to change about them, I’d just add more depth. The events that leading to Neris stem from Beron pressuring his son to marry for reasons I won’t reveal yet. We‘ll see him actively trying to convince Nesta by highlighting the benefits for both of them . Eris is also the kind of match Mother Archeron would have approved of. In some ways, he’ll even ‘help’ her navigate certain dilemmas. They share a lot in common, especially how their parents shaped them into weapons.

Speaking of parents, my version of Eris is raised by a sinister genius rather than a snobby villain like in the original. I’ll depict Beron as coldly rational- patient, yet brutal. I‘d like to present him as a manipulative father to Eris, to the point that Eris isn’t actually capable of killing him because, in a twisted way, he thinks Beron might be right. This has a huge influence on Eris’s arc and partly explains why he follows Beron’s advice to marry. He chooses Nesta for their similarities, the mutual benefits, and the fact that she doesn’t cower. He admires her straightforward, classy nature. He also knows Beron wouldn’t oppose Nesta, despite some unpleasant interactions with the Cursebreaker and the High Lord of the Night Court.

Overall, My version of Eris is a checky asshole, and very calculated. He can also be ruthless (once again, I applaud separatist-apologist for her excellent characterization).

One more thing: it’s suppose to be a strictly business between them. Nesta is attractive, just the right kind of person for him… if only Eris were to actually swing for that team. Oop—

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Ghosts

And I'm feeling some family stuffff

Mor or soemone hires a new staff member to help care for nyx during the night and stuff without feyre and Rhys waking up. She dosent tell them, one Becuase they might start worrying (She knows reader personaly, so there's no real reason to mistrust her). And two Becuase it will relieve so much stress with the baby being okay during the night!

But one night feyre does wake up. You are bottle feeding Nyx to try get him to sleep again and just as you slip out the room feyre comes down the hall. You zip round the corner and all feyre sees is the tail end of a white skirt and the loud noise of footsteps! Freaky deaky!

She grabs Nyx and rushes to the bedroom and is like "RHYS THERES A FUCKING GHOST IN OUR HOUSE"

And she sends him out to go see the situation and he finds you in the kitchen making tea (planning to bring it up to the two of them to calm them down a bit). Sue him coming back upstairs with you stood behind him...

😳 "Rhysand... it's right behind you!!"

Third Time Greetings and One Time Scare

Bingo Ask Game! See the original post & rules here

Snow, Persuasion, Opposites, Sickness and Injury taken still need to be written

you can read the other prompts here!

a/n: Dude I actually loved this one so much and it completely took a turn from when I started writing it so I hope it's still what you envisioned and i'm sorry it took me so long! ily and ty for ur request!

Prompt: Ghost

Pairings: Feysand / Reader

Word Count: 912

Tags: fluff, meet cute, ghost scare, scaring each other, sudden mating bond snapping, miscommunication

"Rhys."

No movement. 

"Rhysand!" Feyre snapped, already losing her patience and tugged on the bond. Hard. 

That got the male's attenion, The high lord shot out of bed the second he got a inkling of his wife's panic and pure adnreline started pumping years and years of built intincts on high alert. 

"What's wrong." He demanded, dark power tainting the air and curling protectively around his wife and son.

"There's a ghost!" Feyre panted, bouncing Nyx in her arms, a wild look in her eye. 

Rhysand scanned the room for threat's her words barely registering until a few moments later. So absurd he had to pause. 

"What?"

"There's a damned ghost rhys!" 

The protective instinct waned just a little bit and he pulled his power back slightly, slumping forward and running a hand through mussed hair. 

Before he could even refute her claims she pushed forward. "I've never been more serious about anything else in my life Rhysand. I was checking on Nyx and I saw a ghost leaving his room! A flash of white before it disappeared and there is something in this fucking house Rhys!-"

He threw off the bedcovers, slinking off the mattress and lovingly placed a kiss on her soft lips, running a hand through her hair and pressing a kiss on Nyx's forward too, who seemed incredibly unbothered about this situation unlike his mother. 

"Alright, Alright darling I'll check it out. I always got your back." He gave in easy. He always did, it was hard to say no to her and the faster he was able to prove the wards hadn't allowed some mythical creature into their home the faster he could return to her loving embrace and maybe get some sleep too.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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I watched steam curl in the air, patiently waiting for the tea to finish steeping when I heard a soft creakkkk. Immeditely I whirled around when that creak returned this time louder than before. 

A shadow moved along the hallway and I recognized the distinct form of a person.

Another step and my heart started hammering. I quickly glanced at the kitchen in front of me desperately looking for some tools, or at least an escape route. I would need a way to get to Nyx and-

"What are you doing here?!"

""What are you doing here?!"

My hands had thrown the very hot mug faster than my words had tumbled out. Thankfully Rhysand had quicker relfexes than I and he winnowed out of the way before piping hot tea had scorched his sleepwear. 

A brief moment later and it dawned on me not only was the High Lord home but I'd just thrown boiling water at him. 

"Oh gods…." I yelped, turning to face him who was staring at me..well…as if he'd seen a ghost. 

"Oh my gods Rhysand uh Sir! I am so so so sorry." I quickly curtseyed, not daring to look at him for the sheer embarrsement of the situation. Red tainting my cheeks, I'd only met him twice before they had me caring for their son a few weeks ago and I'd just—

"Cauldron I am so so incredibly sorry I didn't know you where home and I panicked and I just..and I- words cannot describe how sorry I am." I rambled, finally looking at up hoping he could see the sincerity in my gaze only to be met with…

Amusement? 

Rhysand had a quiet laugh etched in his face he glanced at the dark stain splatteirng the walls and floor, steam still rising to meet the air. A wave of his hand it was gone. "No harm no foul, we didn't know you were here." 

"I didn't know you were here either." 

"Clearly." He joked and I inwardly groaned. 

Idiot. I was an idiot. 

"Again. I'm so sorry I thought you were returning home some time tomorrow."

He shook his head casually. "We don't leave until tomorrow." Rhys corrected and another wave of embarrsment swept me under. 

"Oh gods." I murmured. Not only had I thrown something at his head but I had intruded in their home. I must've gotten the dates wrong. "Oh gods kill me now." 

"It's quite alright. It's not the first time my mate has thrown something at my head. Probably won't be the last." He winked at me and his casual demanour made it only slightly easier to relax. 

and then his words settled in. 

…first…my mate……head

my mate.

mate

my soul singed, sparks running along my spine and I just knew. My heartbeat beating faster for an entirely different reason now. 

"What?" I whispered.

Rhysand stilled as if he too was having that realization and a thick moment of silence suffocated any of the lightness that might've been there before. 

"Rhys?" A familiar female voice echoed throughout the house, my soul responding to it in a way that had me melting slightly. Only for further dread to spread once I realizaed why. What was happening… this..no this can't be true.

"Did you find the…." the High Lady entered the ktichen the rest of her sentence falling out. "ghost." 

"Oh." She whispered after notcing the heavy silence she had walked on in. 

"Oh." Feyre gasped when she realized why, as if it snapped in place for her as quickly as it had for us. For me. My mind still reeling.

And suddenly the paranomal scare and broken glass wasn't the most pressing issue anymore. 

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Thank you to the incredible Thell for doing this Jesminda x Lucien commission for me 😩💕🍁 your style is so perfect for them, with your gorgeous colors, sexy way of drawing noses, and stunning stunning outfits! Bro I’m in love LOOK AT HOW SOFT AND SQUISHY AND HAPPY THEY ARE 🥺😭

Artist is @froggybogwitch !

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OMFGGGGG THAT'S MY WIFEEE

can you make an old age of Nesta?? I'm sure she would to serve MOTHER! (maybe with reading glasses, I'm sure!!!) I would call her mommy. I love your art of her, you make her the most beautiful of all, I love how you draw her hair loose.

Old Nesta and Old Rhys are in constant competition on who looks sluttier in reading glasse

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Updates soon in Oblivious and Bingo Game i promise guys! I’m on my 7th day of work in a row with two more left but once things settle down i’ll be catching up on some requests too! I love you guys and I haven’t been ignoring you i promise 🩷🩷

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Hiii!!!

Could you do rhysand × reader where he keeps flirting with her but she denies always bc he's married to feyre and then BOOM feyre tells that opened the relationship for her because rhys been wanting her for way too long 😌🙂‍↕️🙅🏾‍♀️🤪👏🏾🙏🏾

Approaching the High Lady like this is nerve-wracking beyond belief, but you have to do it. You won't let yourself be the reason the High Lord gets away with debaucheries; you'll speak up so that it can be nipped in the bud.

"My lady," You bow, even though you're on a first-name basis with Feyre. You're staffing the House of Wind, one of the house's seamstresses that specializes in embroidering the finer details on the High Lord and Lady's outfits. It means you spend a lot of time getting very up close and personal with them, and you've long-since gotten the order to stop curtseying to them.

But this is important, and her brows crease in worry at your gesture.

"Y/N," She gestures to the loveseat opposite her, "Sit, please. You know there's no need for formalities between us. Unless there is-?"

"This is official business." You sit, your stomach roiling with nerves, "Or- maybe it's not, it's actually- totally personal, but I have to confess."

"Speak." Your ramblings had done nothing to soothe her nerves, and now she looks just as troubled as you are.

"Your husband is," You cringe before you even get the words out, heat blossoming on your face and bile rising in your throat. You're going to look like a fool. How could she ever believe that her loyal-to-a-fault husband isn't loyal anymore? Because of you? Because of a member of his staff, because of the woman who sews inky black swirls into his cuffs. You're going to sound ridiculous, you're going to be thrown out of the palace for even suggesting it, you're going to be the laughing stock of the entire city-

"Is he dying?" Feyre asks, her eyebrows rising in alarm.

"No! No," You breathe deeply, trying to steel your nerves, "He's... acting inappropriately. Towards me. And I thought you should know."

Acting inappropriately is putting it mildly. He's been offering to take you out for drinks, he's been sweeping your hair off the back of your neck and holding his hand there until the warmth from his palm shoots down your spine and makes you shiver, he's been leaning so close to you that one wrong move on your part would brush your lips together. You're at war with your own instincts, reminding yourself every time that he's married and mated to a woman you highly respect.

Her expression drifts into something dazed. The scrunch of her brows softens and her frown flattens out into a neutral press of her lips- almost amused.

"Inappropriately?" She asks, her voice kind and not belittling, thank the gods, "Please, explain."

"Um," You shift in place, "He's- he's been inviting me out at night. I said no!" You assure her, face on fire, "And he's been getting very... close to me. Physically. And I'm so, terribly sorry because I promise that I respect you and your relationship with him more than anything, and I'd never want to endanger my position for something like this, and- and if you want me to just shut my mouth about it and never speak to anyone ever again I will, I just wanted you to know because I felt awful letting him get away with it and-"

"Stop." She holds a hand up, and your stomach lurches- it's over. You're done, you're through, you're out on the streets.

Just when you're sure she's about to give you the dressing down of a lifetime, the entire thing goes to shit even faster when a cloud of black smoke appears in the room only to reveal the Lord of Darkness in its wake.

She must have summoned him.

You're so tense you're surprised none of your muscles have simply snapped. You prepare yourself to be excommunicated from the life you've built for yourself but Feyre merely shoves Rhys towards you with a well-placed jab between the shoulder blades, "Explain yourself."

"I thought you were going to explain yourself," Rhys mutters, casting a harsh glance back at her, "This was your idea, was it not?"

"No, it was not." She laughs, "It was my solution, it was your idea. And you've got the poor thing shaking in her boots- really, Rhys! Have some common sense."

"I've been devoid of that for quite a while." Rhys settles himself on the edge of Feyre's desk, looking sympathetically down at your trembling form on the couch, "Y/N, please, forgive me. I hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable."

You wonder what he's playing at. Whether Feyre knows you're telling the truth, or whether she's trying to smooth things over so that you don't go telling people that the High Lord of the Night Court preys on his staff.

"I wasn't doing any of that behind my wife's back." He explains, still looking up at you so that his size isn't so formidable. He keeps his hands off of you, but he glances longingly at your trembling ones, "Feyre and I made an agreement that I would pursue you. I've found myself growing rather attracted to you lately and Feyre darling feels the same. We both noticed each other, and because it was mutual- we just decided to go for it."

"But he didn't tell you," Feyre scoffs at her mate, "And we're terribly sorry if he made you think you were being hunted as a mistress."

"I didn't want to lead with 'please warm our bed with us,'" Rhys admits, his violet eyes oozing with apologies "But I suppose total secrecy wasn't a fantastic option either."

Warm their bed.

You've been asked to warm their bed.

You suddenly feel suffocated. You're sitting in the middle of the High Lady's couch, your High Lord crouched at your feet, being asked to warm their bed with them.

You'd been wrong- Feyre hadn't been the unassuming victim in this scenario - no, she'd been the perpetrator. They both had, they'd mutually agreed to pursue you and Feyre had let Rhysand do the smooth talking while she waited to welcome you beneath the covers.

"If we've offended you," Rhys murmurs, his voice kept soft and smooth to comfort your fraying nerves, "We apologize. I apologize- I was never meant to come off as a creep. I figured- well, I figured you'd know I'd never be disloyal to my wife. But I don't blame you for thinking that, either. This was not at all how it was meant to go," He tugs his lips between his teeth, biting them anxiously, "But if you have any interest in the offer at all, please know that the both of us would work very hard to make this all up to you."

You don't even catch his insinuation that you'd be their pillow princess all night, not really. You're still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you're wanted, sensually, carnally wanted by not only the High Lord of the Night Court, but his High Lady as well. It feels like an offer that should be extended to just about anyone besides the Lord's seamstress, and you wonder if this is all just some bizarre dream that will leave you sitting bolt upright in bed with sweat beading on your skin.

"Y/N," Feyre's voice is soft and pleading, her softly curled hair draping over her shoulders as she leans in, "I'm sorry. You look like you're in shock- neither of us meant any harm. If you want to walk away and forget any of this ever happened, I promise you we will. Just- talk to us, please? Say something?"

"I am in shock." Is all you manage, sounding rather dumb, "I- are you being serious?"

"Completely." Rhys nods, rising to his feet to perch once more on the edge of Feyre's desk, "And Feyre was, too- if you don't want this, we won't bring it up again."

"I'm not- hold on." You wave your hand at him, blinking like maybe it'll provide some more clarity, "I don't understand. You want me to... warm your bed?"

"If you'll have us." Feyre nods, her eyes locked concernedly onto yours, "Only if you want to."

"I..." You wonder if this is routine for them. You wonder if there's a host of other staff they've gone through, or if you're the one and only. You certainly think that if there were more, Rhys would be better at pursuing them. No, you must be their first- and you hope you're their last, too.

"I do want to." You decide, your brows furrowing in determination, "I would like to take you up on your offer."

Feyre's face melts into a sweet smile, and the same expression is mirrored on Rhys's. You're relieved- so relieved that you hadn't managed to come between their marriage, that you weren't going to be thrown out after the scandal you'd caused. And you had, admittedly, been flustered by Rhysand's advances, you'd just been held back by a terrible, swirling guilt at the thought of indulging them.

Feyre's kind smile warms your cheeks, and she reaches out a hand that you stand to take.

"Accompany us to dinner tonight. Just in the house," She promises, "No public appearances yet. After dinner, we'll work out what we want to do and when. And everything is on your terms," She promises, squeezing your hand while Rhysand stands at your side, "You tell us what you want, and we'll give it to you."

"I'm sorry again," Rhysand hums, and you turn your head to face him. Feyre keeps hold of your hand, but Rhysand takes your face in his, leaning in to press a chaste, sweet kiss to your temple.

It's a promise of much better things to come, and it makes your face positively blaze with heat.

"Don't be sorry," You breathe, bashful while you're held by the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, "I'm- thank you, for having me like this."

"Thank you for having us," Feyre draws your hand in to press a sweet kiss to the back of it, "I promise we'll make it worth your while."

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⟡ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆

masterlist

credit isn't required to use but is appreciated along with liking and reblogging!!

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

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@gazavetters

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Hello

I am Haifa from Gaza

Palestine, a mother of three children. We faced many physical and psychological problems due to the war that completely destroyed our home and source of income. My children's health was destroyed due to polluted water and contaminated food.

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Hello 🙋

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