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[starfall-spirit]

🍪 Cookies and Consequences 🍪

Based off of this HC by @shallyne

Thanks for letting me use it, lovely!

Summary: Rhys struggles for an excuse not to accept a late night snack from Feyre before she discovers the mating bond.

Word Count: 908

This wasn't supposed to be a heart-to-heart moment, but whatever.

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Rhys needed a break. Fifty years. Five decades. Half a century. You could phrase it how you want it, but one fact remained constant. Fifty years had passed with a High Lord absent from both sides of his court. Even with months of work behind him, his family picking up tasks and correspondence that shouldn’t be theirs, things still needed done. He huffed, running a hand through his hair as he turned down the hall leading to his bedroom.

He glanced to the room adjacent to his, the action habitual at this point. He was surprised to find Feyre’s door cracked, a fae light providing a dim glow somewhere near the bed. Despite the late hour, he couldn’t resist checking in on her tonight.

A soft knock at the door and she called for him to come in. Though the town house was warmed by magic, Feyre was guarding against the chilly night under an impressive pile of ridiculously fuzzy blankets he knew his cousin favored. 

“Running a bit cold?” he teased, draping the final blanket around her hunched shoulders.

She drew her eyes from her book, giving him a look he knew was on the foreground of a sassy comment. “Your magic must be failing you oh Mighty High Lord. This house is freezing.”

He chuckled, settling into the chair against the other wall and watching her return to her book. Legs stretched in front of him, he let himself relax, content in the easy silence between them. A few months ago an evening like this was nothing short of a fantasy. And yet there were more and more evenings she accepted his offer of dining together and talking late into the night. He could only pray she wouldn’t discover something unforgivable about him and his past.

“You don’t have to play entertainer, you know.” He just realized his eyes were drooping closed as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. “Rough day?”

“You have no idea.” She cocked her head slightly. “This is all I was raised for. All I let myself want to do. And yet some days I wonder what a simpler life would be like.”

Illyria couldn’t exactly be called simple.

“A life without a crown and mask? Velaris—”

“Velaris calls me by my name. Citizens are affectionate. But at the end of the day someone is still going to write stories of my reign. Stories of my friends' battle glory.”

Unspoken words hung between them. She too was training as a member of Rhys’ circle. And she too was a name historians would mark. Feyre Cursebreaker. Savior of Prythian. Darling of the people.

A queen among them, if he could have it his way.

She sighed, twisting towards her nightstand to pick up a plate of cookies, one of the three halfway eaten. She took the bitten cookie off, extending the plate in his direction. “Here. Join me in having some simple cookies.” His heart shot straight to his throat and he was left staring at that plate. At that simple, ignorant offering of a late night snack. One he couldn’t yet accept. “Rhys? Cookie?”

He laced his fingers together to keep them from trembling. “No, thank you,” he murmured, eyes glued to the plate.

“Are you sure, because it looks like you want one,” she said. The wraiths likely made them. If Feyre didn’t actually make them, would the presentation hold the same significance? What was he thinking? Food was food, his mate was his mate, whether she stood over the oven or not. “I made them myself. Well, I made the batter under the twins’ watch.” He gave a tense smile. She was not making this easy. “Rhys, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. The cookies are yours. I won’t snatch any away from you.” She narrowed her eyes, clearly suspicious. “Besides, my brothers can still kick my ass with my healthy eating and exercise. Cookies won’t do me any favors in getting back in shape.” A pathetic excuse and she knew it.

Still, her eyes slowly swept down his figure, and with her shields down, unconsciously or not…

One cookie isn’t going to do a figure like that any harm.

A resonating laugh tore out of him then and she blushed, shields snapping into place once more. “Glad to see you're still attracted to me, Feyre darling.”

“Prick,” she hissed, chucking an offending cooking at his chest as her blush brightened. Oh what a shame, it hit the floor. What slow reflexes he had. “Besides," she snipped, eyes dipping to her book this time. An impressive novel that surpassed "Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord". “—Azriel’s the pretty one and we all know it.”

“Darling, you wound me.” A wave of his hand had the floor clean. “I should be going. We both need our beauty rest.”

She gave a dramatic sigh. “Good night, Rhysand.”

He paused in the doorway, glancing back towards the bed. “Feyre, only my enemies call me Rhysand.”

“And acquaintances. If we can’t even share cookies, are we friends?”

He suppressed a smirk, passing the theatrics off as a consequence of delirium. “Now, Feyre.”

“Good night, Rhysand.”

He sighed, turning and stooping down to brush his lips to the back of her hand. “Sleep well, Feyre. Dream of me, will you?”

Her snort followed him even as their two doors snicked shut. There closed another evening with the female who held his heart.

Taglist: Reach out to be added or removed.

@faeriequeensuriel // @pandavelaris // @s-uppertime // @goddess-aelin // @shallyne // @the-lonelybarricade // @reverie-tales // @acourtofwips // @jealousveronya // @darling-archeron

[wakanai]

YOU MISS MY AFFECTION? WRONG ANSWER- RAT ATTACK!!!

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Hsgsjhsheb hi Waka Waka how are you?

NOOOOO!!! NOT ANOTHER RAT INFESTATION 😭😭

Go join Fyodor in the helicopter, rats 😕

Or drop by at cou's doorstep, that machine deserves it.

ANYWAYS

hmm ^ ^

I've been doing good ig! Been living life more and got grounded recently (hence why ive been less active here) but overall ok 🍪💖

Heh.. Rat attack? I should give you a nikolai misery attack in return 😁

though now that I mention it, that sad clown would definitely appreciate your rat attack more than ever because...reasons.🤫🤭

[pollyna]

For the ask game, I present you with, 20. Give a vague description of something that will happen without revealing too much, and, 15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

Hello!!! Sorry it always take me 73838 days to answer.

But, for your 20th: bittersweet and parents learning a whole new curve after something major changes and they can't to much to un-change the situation.

15th: and yes, yes. Half of my fic are written in my mind and never see the light of day. In particular there's one about Bradley and the concept of love (platonic and romantic) and how it changes across the years because the people around them change and grow old but it's about him never being not-loved, always having someone to lean on especially when he's alone and he looks back, he's 24 graduating and all his family is here even when he hasn't talk to them in six years.

[vanilla---extract]

I think your cool.

Yeah. You seem nice.

Cookies? 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

-✨anon✨

...

I do really like cookies...

[allwillbecomeclear]

[gothamxwattpad]

Checking in with my moots!

There must be a cellphone tower down in my area because I don’t have phone service until I get closer to work(about an hour from home).

I’ll check when I can and hopefully things will be resolved. 💜

[strawbuniemocha]

✧ ° ｡ʚ 🍓 ɞ ｡° ✧

[bigbstatz]

how bigb is about to look when he tries to ally with her in session two

[pr1ncessk1tty]

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[jaylaxies]

jake + fingering 🫠

so true, he’s good at it 🫶🏼

[unknownspecies]

OKAY I'LL STAY I JS WANT COOKIES!!

BET

[pollyna]

Trope ask!

Fake dating to lovers

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

I'm a sucker for that kind of trope, I still have to find one fic that uses this in wrong way fudbdbdn

[tacticalprincess]

pornstar!König is haunting my dreams:(

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despite pornstar!könig’s obvious exhibitionist streak, he wants to be around as minimal people as possible, turning down offers from big porn production companies without a second thought. he prefers to produce his own work, either with his outdated phone camera or various old film cameras. the amateur feel to his videos only enhances his appeal to his audience, giving it a realistic touch.

what they don’t know is that none of it is faked, from his end at least. in his mind, he’s getting access to beautiful women’s bodies that he never would’ve before popularity, and showcasing it to the world. the money is only a plus.

his camera shakes as he ploughs into your tight, warm hole from behind, angling it in a way that catches his thick cock splitting you open from his point of view. breaching parts of you no one’s ever been able to touch. he squeezes the fat of your ass that jiggles every time his hips slam into yours, red and raw from being spanked harshly, and spreads your cheeks to put your glossy pussy on display. it amazes him how such a small hole can swallow him so deliciously, the first girl to take him without complaint.

you look impossibly small under his massive frame through the lens, his large hand engulfing every part of you he decides to touch. controls the pace of your hips and reduces you to a fleshlight with just one hand, using his strength to make you fuck back on him despite how boneless you’ve gone.

“this little cunt was made to be on camera. listen to her.” he says gruffly, reaching over and holding a hand over your mouth to muffle your broken moans. you squirm — the obscene squelching noises coming from your pussy makes you shy, unable to run from the position he has you in with your back arched and him over you, completely covered. the glide of his cock is slippery and wet inside your abused hole, sucking him in desperately while his heavy balls slap against your neglected clit. “so loud, liebchen. gonna make you a star.”

next time, he might invest in a go pro, just so he can catch the entirety of your body at once. the sight is too alluring to go to waste.

[konigsblog]

there's one way to könig's heart, and that's food. 🍰

bake him a batch of cookies and he'll fuck you on the kitchen countertop, your tight ass sore from his balls smacking against your skin. he's growling out, thanking you with sloppy kisses. könig's cock aches inside the tightness of your wet pussy, coating him in your creamy, pearly arousal.

könig wants you to ride him. pinning you against the wall and holding you up with his calloused hands cupping your rear, rutting into your glossy, drooling hole relentlessly while the cake bakes in the oven. the taste of strawberry frosting lingers on his tongue from teasing each other with it, the sweetness, his favourite taste (aside from the taste of your aroused cunny).

mix his love for delicious treats with your body and könig is on cloud nine. he loves when you drip and smear raspberry and chocolate syrup along your stiff, perky nipples so he can wrap his soft lips around them, sucking them while tasting the sugary goodness of the chocolate and the fruitiness of the raspberry.

könig will crush you by laying atop of you. he's curled up against you, your breathing heavy and laborious when könig humps and grinds his swollen, big cock against your slit. chubby!könig will spray whipped cream into your little mouth, tasting the sweet goodness on your lips, the cake cooling in the kitchen, waiting to be decorated.

[heesdove]

easy, ma – l.hs

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ ℒee ℋeeseung [희승] : 𝒟rabble!

𝓰enre. smut, fluff? .˚⊹ 𝓹airing. non-idol,,best friend heeseung x fem reader. ໒꒱ 𝔀arning(s). smut, pwp, consensual sex, petname use, praise, dirty talk, nipple play, soft dom!hee, sub!reader, piv, size training?, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!). 𝔀ord 𝓬t. 1221

𝓼ynopsis .ᐟ size training with your best friend during a sleepover. <3

꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝓶i 𝓷ote. this is my very first time writing smut, please understand that i may be incorrect in descriptions– feel free to correct me and offer your feedback!

if you enjoyed this fic, please like and reblog! it's always appreciated :)

enjoy, my lovely readers. xoxo, mi. ‹𝟹

as usual, the morning began with breakfast at your favorite café in town– headed to campus afterward for your only lecture of the day. once you'd completed class, you'd returned home to relax until your best friend texted you, granting permission for you to come over.

from there, it remained ordinary as you gathered your sleepover bag and keys, shortly arriving at heeseung's within the hour.

he'd greeted you at the front door, smile on his lips and pearly whites on display. "hey, babydoll." his voice was raspy, as though he'd awoken from a nap.

"you okay? you sound tired, hee." you commented in concern, your voice so incredibly soft and sweet to him.

with a clear of his throat, he brushed it off by muttering, "just a long day." to which led you to step inside, your shoes abandoned in the entryway.

of course, you'd made yourself at home in his small flat– hints of you sprawled across the boy's space considering how often you'd see one another. you made way into his bedroom, plopping your tote bag onto his messy, clothes-ridden floor.

however, the air seemed unusual, tense even, as heeseung entered the room behind you.

pivoting, you face the boy with a skeptical furrow of your brows, eyeing him up and down– to which he awkwardly remains still, nervously shifting from side to side.

"why're you so quiet, seung?" you question with slight worry, yet mostly confusion due to his atypical silent behavior.

"babydoll." he tries to interrupt, taking a step forward as you continue to interrogate him.

"are you sure everything's okay? do you need some alone time?–" you continued to blabber, to which the boy paused right in front of you, hands settling upon your waist.

"y/n." his low voice finally reaches your ears, causing you to glance up and meet his eyes.

"i'm okay, really. it's just.. not something we freely talk about." he eases your concern, only to pique your curiosity further.

"but 's bothering you?" you ask yet another question, causing him to let out a soft laugh– earning a hesitant, half nod from him.

"well... i suppose you could say that, doll." heeseung responds, his lips curved in a soft smile at your attentiveness to him. one of his hands reach to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"then let's talk about it." you blurt, unaware of the topic on the boy's mind at that very moment.

"oh, you want to?" he questions, eyes darkening as he bites the corner of his lip.

"if it helps, mm-hm!" you confirm in a quick hum, nodding your head in gesture.

"alright, let's talk about it." he agrees, his lips curving up into a mischievous smile.

"see that, sweetheart?" heeseung questions ever so softly, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear as he stands behind you. one of his arms encircled around your waist, the other extended from beneath your arm, phone in hand– your instagram story from hours ago on display.

"oh! my instagram story? mm-hm." you recognize the photo of you in a pair of petite sleep shorts and the zip-up hoodie you'd borrowed from him. "is it 'bout your hoodie? can give it back, hee." you try to make reason of why he'd be upset, misunderstanding completely.

" 'course not, baby. want you to keep it, actually." the boy responds with a low murmur, his lips lingering dangerously close to your neck.

"wait, then what's botherin' you?" your obliviousness would typically annoy the boy, but in this matter, he'd hoped for you to piece things together yourself.

he stepped even closer, his figure practically molded to yours.

and that's when you realize the issue at hand.

it leaves you speechless, how erected his cock is, from viewing just a mere photo of you.

"y/n, please. i understand if you don't want to do anything intimate with me, but i need to relieve myself because it's so painful." he admits with a soft grunt spilling past his lips, his hips rutting forward and pressing his erection against the plushness of your ass.

"no!" you protest, shifting in his hold to face him. "i– i mean no, as in don't do it by yourself." you add quickly, hoping to avoid any further misunderstanding.

"i'm sorry?" he mutters in confusion, his brows furrowing in surprise at your response.

"wanna help, hee. can make the pain go away." you reassure, reaching forward to palm him through the layers of his sweatpants and boxers.

earning another grunt from the boy, he breathlessly agrees with a small "fuck," and nod of his head.

and that's what led to you straddled upon heeseung's lap on his gaming chair, naked and bare for his gaze– a sight he'd never forget, forever engraved in his mind.

not even sank onto his mushroom tip, you stare up at him nervously. one of his hands rests beneath the plush of your ass, the other extended toward your right breast, pinching and twisting your nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

earning a whimper from your lips, the boy smiles at the sight of you visibly melting into his touch. "c'mon, baby. start with the tip, i know you can do it." he encourages in a gentle tone, continuing to pleasure you by fondling your chest.

" 'm scared, seung." you admit, exhaling as you decide to begin sinking down onto his cock, the stretch being uncomfortable– but bearable due to the fact it was only the tip.

"doing so good for me, angel." he hisses at the sensitivity, the bulb of his cock throbbing as your warm cavern enveloped him. "gonna have this pussy trained for me in no time." he adds, fighting the urge to buck his hips and rut into you successfully.

"mmph, hee." you babble in discomfort, remaining still for a moment before sinking down even further, half of his cock being swallowed up by your gunmy walls.

heeseung was evidently enjoying the experience, despite the delicious anticipation of filling you to the brim– his head thrown back as he groans, both hands now grasping your hips.

"easy, ma." he regains his bearings, returning his gaze to you as he tries to help you ease onto his thick cock.

gasping for breath, you decide to simply go for it– sinking all the way onto his size, hands grasping at his shoulders, biceps; anything to ground yourself through the pleaseurable pain.

it wasn't as though you'd never been dicked down before, just that you'd never encountered someone of heeseung's inches and girth.

"mm, you're so tight." heeseung comments, humming in satisfaction of finally being fully sucked inside of you. his hips buck, fucking his tip further past your gumminess.

"oh, fuck!" you release a high-pitched whimper, your lips parting in an 'o'.

"i know, ma. told you that you could take all that cock." he coos, fingers gripping the skin of your hips so hard that the flesh protrudes between his fingers.

it wasn't long before you'd begun to bounce against his lap, the squelching of his cock's constant enter and exit of your pussy sounding throughout the room.

between his groans and grunts, the boy continued to praise you, his newest little cockslut– only to elicit needy whines from your lips in return.

it was obvious that by the end of the night, he'd have you fucked to the brink of dumb.

[gomzdrawfr]

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