#MellowMusic

[yeahforsureokay]

I got my first likes last night! It's sort of thrilling. Thank you to those who liked my posts.

I wanted to make a happier post. I'm not always focused on the negative in my life.

My friend messaged me this morning. She was vulnerable about some of her feelings, and I really appreciated that. It's always nice to be trusted by someone close to you. She has also been there for me since we started our friendship, and I'm happy that I can support her. I wish her nothing but the best, truly.

I try to wake up each day, knowing it's a new day to be who I want to be. It's hard, but the sunshine makes it easier. I'm grateful for spring, and I'm even more grateful for summer. I love the summer! It's bright and warm, and I live sorta close to the beach.

This summer, I'm hoping to get an internship or a job, see concerts, and visit my friends a lot!

This playlist is for a warm, sunny day. It's light and airy and fun. It's for relaxing on the beach or playing while you see your friends and catch up over coffee on your porch. I hope you enjoy :)

*art from pinterest, as always

[pulseintlradio]

Happening next on WPUR-DB PULSE INT'L RADIO! Be Inspired, Be Motivated, & Get Motivated with Davina Blackett Smith.

Tune in for today's episode of "Live a Bubbly Life" to experience the uplifting and relaxational power of DDD's spoken words and the restorative power of mellow jazz music. Beginning at 6pm - 7pm EST.

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[agarthacity]

Immerse in tranquil synthscapes tailored for focused productivity. This humble offering of 32 downtempo, lo-fi tracks blends nostalgic melodic motifs with atmospheric textures, creating an ambient sonic retreat to accompany your studies or workplace ambiance.

[inomniaparatus23]

[melomaniac93-blog]

MLTR Favorites: The Ultimate Michael Learns To Rock Collection

Grab your headphones and get ready to relax with this ultimate collection of mellow hits from Michael Learns to Rock. These Danish soft rockers know how to craft a catchy pop tune filled with smooth guitar licks and unforgettable melodies. Kick back and unwind with these timeless acoustic classics from MLTR's incredible career.

[velarisdusk]

Dreams of You

Day 7: Wet Dream | Cassian word count: 500 author’s note: ugh idk something about a man being so desperate and pining for you in his time alone is like..... whew.. conscious or not idc you get it ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

Cassian stirs in his sleep, his massive form sprawled across the bed, limbs tangled in the sheets. His brow furrows, lips parting with a soft, broken sigh, a breath catching like he’s chasing something just out of reach. His hips move in slow, languid rolls against the mattress, a rhythmic grind that speaks of need. 

In his mind, you’re there — radiant, bathed in a soft, golden glow, every detail of you vivid and enticing. Your fingers trail down his chest, light as a whisper, teasing him in a way that leaves him aching, desperate for more. He shifts again, his muscles tensing as he chases the warmth of your touch. His hands fist the sheets, knuckles white, as if he could somehow pull you closer, draw you into him.

The sounds of your pleasure — soft moans, breathy sighs — echo in his ears, sweet and distant, like a promise just out of reach. He groans, the sound low and needy, as his hips push harder into the bed. His breath hitches, sharp and shallow, as the tension winds tighter within him, rippling through his body with every movement. 

He can almost feel it — the heat of your breath, the brush of your lips near his skin, so close yet just out of reach. His hips buck forward, grinding into the mattress with more force, a ragged sound escaping his throat, half growl, half plea. His chest rises and falls in erratic bursts, every breath more strained than the last, every muscle clenching with the primal need for you. 

In his dream, your fingers glide lower, teasing along the ridges of his stomach, sending a shiver through him. You hover just above the part of him that aches the most, your touch maddening, igniting the hunger he can barely control. His hips jerk, his body pressing harder into the bed, desperate for release, the sheets pulling taut beneath him as he grinds down. His mind reaches for you, craves you.

Your name spills from his lips, soft and reverent, barely a whisper, but heavy with need. His voice is thick, every syllable a prayer. His entire body quivers, his hips rolling in slow, desperate movements, as if he can feel the weight of you pressing down on him, the warmth of you wrapped around him. His world narrows, his mind consumed with the singular, burning need for you. 

Cassian’s brow furrows deeper, a low groan tearing from his throat as his hips snap forward one last time. The sound is broken, laced with frustration and longing, filled with the weight of everything he longs for but can never say, not in waking hours. The ache of desire for what is just beyond his reach coils tighter around him, a constant reminder of the unspoken yearning that shadows his every thought. Even in sleep, you remain the center of him — his breath, his desire, his dream.

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[scorpioriesling]

Hiya! If like to order a Ridoc, Bodhi, and Liam, with a side of 10 and if it is in-stock, a 73? Cheers friend!

Good Things Come in Groups of Three

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Pairing(s): Liam x Bodhi x Ridoc x reader

Warnings: mdni, 18+, heavy smut, p in v, oral, threesome… this is quite graphic lol

Summary: After a long day with your trainer, the last thing you need is his friend mouthing off to you -- especially when it's a topic he has no business "educating" you about. Ready to rinse off the day and finally catch a few hours of sleep, you're not expecting company; but, you come to realize maybe it's not all that unwelcome.

SR’s Note: So... this is my first time? Writing? Smut involving more than just two consenting parties? So like... please don't tear me to shreds. <3 I really, really tried, and I apologize for the wait time, I have so many WIPs and I wanted to do my best on this for you; I appreciate your patience! This uses prompts #10 and #73 from my Prompt Request Masterlist. Enjoy (:

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"Come on Y/L/N -- harder!"

Sweat runs down the back of your neck as you draw back, raising your gloved fists in defense for what felt like the hudredth time that evening. Bodhi stood before you, his left brow raised tauntingly as he motioned for you to move with a curl of his fingers.

"Do it again, but do it harder this time," he instructs, repeating the forward motion with his fingers. You huff in frustration, awareness creeping in of how late it had gotten. The moon was now hanging above the clouds, barely anyone was left in the gym... and you had Bodhi, your trainer, keeping you here late.

You lunged forward, throwing your weight into him. He stumbled, back, but you weren't strong enough to knock him off of his feet. You thrust your clenched fist out, aiming to at least leave him doubled over -- again, you were too slow. He caught your wrist, twisting your arm behind your back and shoving you to the ground. Your hipbone connected roughly with the mat, surely to leave a bruise; but that paled in comparison to your strangled breaths as the wind was completely knocked from your lungs.

"B...Bod...hi.." You writhed beneath him as he pinned you, his form pressed completely atop you to keep you from rising. A pleading cough was all you could get out before his warm breath ticked against the shell of your ear.

"Tapping out?" He rasped, the rough patches on his worn leather gloves rubbing your wrists raw. You nodded frantically, and he sighed, smacking the mat before releasing you. The air was a welcome relief as it flodded your lungs, each breath drawn in greedily as you rolled onto your back against the mat.

Bodhi leaned back on his heels, the slight shake of his head sending a soft ruffle through his dampened curls. He peered down at you with a disappointed look.

"Y/N, you know when you tap out during the real thing-"

"Bodhi, you were practically fuckin' killing me on that last one!" You squeaked, your head resting pathetically against the worn training mat. He tsks at you, cracking his knuckles and continuing to stare.

"You need to know how to hold your own. Especially against guys," he elaborates. You roll your eyes, but he continues. "Guys don't give a shit if you're small, or you're a girl, or you physically can't take them." He gives you a pointed look, and before he can say more, you hear the even more irritating sound of your fellow squadmate approaching.

"Hah, yeah, in fact," Ridoc chuckles, bending at the waist to peer over you. "Some twisted fucks try to get paired with girls on purpose, just because they know it's a different type of fight, and it's one they could win." He looks pitifully at you, the waves in his black hair falling over his forehead. You scoff, pushing onto your elbows and wincing at the pain blooming near your hip.

"You're annoying," you throw a pointed glance at your fellow first year, your eyes sliding to the trainer you were assigned by your absolutely-wonderful-and-charming wingleader next. "And so are you; running me into the ground, working me harder than anyone else here," you gesture around the gym, and laugh sarcastically as you notice it has emptied out.

"Oh! Wait. There is no one else here." You frown, and Bodhi only glowers at you.

"You'll be thanking me when it comes time for challenges and you can actually take down your opponents." He says nonchalantly, and you shake your head in disbelief.

Ridoc opens his mouth again from your right. "It's probably for the best anyway-"

"Ugh, Gods Ridoc, do you ever SHUT UP?" Your anger bubbles over, and he immediately stops talking. "I'm so tired, I'm worn out, I've been here all night sweating my ass off with him," you jerk your thumb toward his annoying upper-classman friend. "Now, I have to listen to you run your mouth, too?" You sigh frustratedly, glaring at the moon through the open window.

You push to your feet then, sending one final angry look at the two friends.

"All on a fucking school night, too!"

You turn on your heel, making way for the locker rooms. You cross your arms, feeling the smallest victory won as you approach the locker room door.

It's short lived when you hear their mocking laughter from the training room behind you.

You slam the door shut, grumbling and growling as you stomp by the grayed-out stalls. What the hell is their deal, anyway? Surely you could handle your own. Not every guy here is looking for a girl to go after, anyhow.

Approaching the mirrors, you sigh heavily, bracing your hands against the cool ceramic of the sink.

So what if you were paired with a man. You would be able to hold your own -- they were just afraid of looking weak. That had to be it.

You stared at your reflection for a moment, taking in the bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep. Your ponytail was nearly undone, so many hairs had fallen in the hours you'd been forced to train here.

Screw Bodhi for making you stay so late. You shook your head, thinking about him pinning you to the mat. He didn't care how tired you were -- he did it anyway. And Ridoc, he never knew when to stop running those full lips of his...

Screw them both, honestly.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the sound of a locker closing rang out, causing you to jump. Your heartbeat quickened; surely, no one else would be in here. The gym was empty when you walked out.

"Hello?" You called. Your feet felt frozen in place, your mind swimming with all of the possibilities. After a few moments of silence, you shrugged it off. It was late; perhaps with the lack of sleep, you were simply imagining things.

Of the four shower stalls available, you weighed your options before stepping into the one in the corner. Two were missing a shower curtain, and the other had a sign that read "Out of Order" in front of it. Not to mention the lack of a lightbulb in there; you went with the fully funtional option.

You peeled your clothes off, discarding them at the bench near the sinks before stepping in. You had just closed the curtain quietly, the room so eerily quiet when your mind began to wander. You could have sworn the locker rooms had six showers -- not four.

Again, you rolled your shoulders, chalking it up to be pure exhaustion that had you thinking these rediculous things. With a soft sigh, you reached for the shower handle.

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It seemed as though fifty things happened at once.

You had just let your eyes drift shut, your hand bracing the cool steel of the shower faucet as you awaited the feeling of the warm water to rain down on you.

In that same second, the curtain was abruptly shoved open, and you heard (definitely heard, not imagined) a male voice, asking, "Uhhh, what are you doing in here?"

Also, in that same second, you screamed. At the top of your lungs. Wide-eyed, shrill, screaming. Because why the fuck, was Liam Mairi, of all people, staring back at you, naked in the girl's locker room?

While he was also... naked... in the girl's locker room?

"Liam!" You screetched, reaching for the shower curtain in the same second he did. You pulled it toward yourself in an attempt to conceal what had already been exposed, but it seemed he had the same idea. It was as though tug-of-war was happening with the damned curtain, and in the end, his barely covered dick was pressed against your barely covered vagina. You braced a forearm across your chest in an attempt to hide your top half.

"Y/N, what the Hell-" he began, his cheeks reddening as he looked anywhere other than in your direction.

"Ohhh no," you roared. "What the fuck," you puncuated. "Are you doing. In the girls. Locker room!" You demanded. He let out a sarcastic laugh, his eyes drifting from the ceiling finally to meet yours.

"Are... are you serious right now?" He asked. Your eyebrows rose so high on your forehead, you thought they'd recede right into your hairline.

"Yes? It's, what, nearly midnight?" You seethe. He chuckles, his seaglass eyes roving across your face. You narrow your brows at him.

"It is midnight now, yes," he confirms. "I just got back from riding with Deigh, and since the shower in my dorm is taken..." he explains, his piercing gaze trailing over your mouth and drifting lower. "...I opted to use the ones down here. In the boys, locker room, I might add." He smirks, his pupils widening as he unashamedly takes in the cleavage you still have pressed against him.

Your cheeks burn, the embarassment of the entire situation, and now you've only gotten in worse with this compromising position you're in-

"H-hey," you say, your breaths quickening as you realize he is still quite literally oogling you. His gaze flicks up, the cool blue of his irises now darkened with lust as he's gone completely quiet. "My eyes are up here."

He chuckles, his bottom lip pulling between his teeth as his hand gently reaches around the curtain, the pads of his fingertips connecting with the curve of your exposed waist. You suck in a sharp breath, the steam from the shower providing no warmth under his icy gaze.

Sure, you could admit you had thought about your handsome squadmate in... rather unsavory positions before. Would you ever act on those? Probably not. You were only ever cordial before this, anyway -- but the way he was practically devouring you with his eyes right now had you feeling the need to rub your thighs together.

"You think she's still in here?"

Whatever trance Liam had you in was severed the moment you heard that taunting voice, your eyes widening with the realization.

"Probably, she never came back out."

You grabbed Liam by the shoulder, tugging him into the running water with you -- curtain be damned. You slid it shut, concealing yourself from the approaching males. Turning to face him, you see his face etched in concern. You pull him close to whisper.

"I think Ridoc and Bodhi are in here," you explain, and Liam's lips press into a line. You brace your hands on your hips, anxious now that they'll come looking for you, watching as you went right into the wrong locker room.

You turn your back to Liam, your flushed cheeks indication that you are aware the both of you are still fully nude together... only now, you're in the shower together. No barriers, no curtains between you two.

He steps toward you, his fingers cupping under the curve of your ass as he pulls you back to him. You hiss quietly, turning your neck to look up at him. He's already leaning over to say something, his lips trailing along the column of your neck.

"They can... still see your feet, you know."

You look down. You hadn't even considered the few inches between curtain and floor -- they'd surely know it was you. Not many other males in the Riders quadrant had pink toenails with flowers painted on them.

Liam's hands snake around your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can instantly feel his length pressed against your ass, and as his fingers continue to trail across your dewy skin, he twitches against you.

"Fuck..." he groans, low and gutteral against your throat before placing a wet kiss against your skin. You can hear Bodhi and Ridoc poking around, their voices becoming ever so closer.

"L-Liam... please," you pant, his hands travelling up to cup your breasts in his palms. He pinches your nipples hard between his fingers, causing you to bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your cry.

"Liam, please, you have to h-help me," you plead, and he chuckles lowly in your ear. You hadn't realized that you had begun moving your ass against him, his cock now pressed more firmly against your bum.

"Oh, I'll help you," he offers, his hands grabbing your hips and turning you around to face him. His lips merely ghost over yours as he speaks, staring directly down into your wide eyes.

"But you're gonna help me too." His hands slide underneath your butt, gripping the flesh as he lifts you off of your feet. He pulls you against his chest and you wrap your legs around his waist, the feel of his erection strong against your throbbing core. He backs you up until you're pressed against the stone wall, one of his hands moving underneath you as his eyes bore into yours.

"There -- now no one can see you." He grins, and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. The muscles of his shoulders flex, and you watch as his hand moves in time beneath you; realizing he is stroking himself below your entrance. The epiphany sends another wave of heat through you, and he leans in close as his tip prods at your entrance.

"Now, be a good girl for me and keep quiet?" He smirks, and you all but nod before he slowly pushes himself inside of you, each inch stretching your aching pussy deliciously.

"Mmmm," You squeeze your eyes shut, trying your best to stifle your moans as he sheaths himself inside of you to the hilt, only pulling out a few inches before roughly shoving back in.

Your eyes fly open, your mouth wide as you stare up at him. He simply smirks at you, one hand palming your ass and the other bracing against the stone wall. He continues fucking himself into you, slowly at first, drinking in every quiet whimper you let out for him.

"So tight," he rasps, his gaze focusing on your breasts pressed against him once more. You fight to keep any noises at bay, worried that Gods forbid another person pulls back the shower curtain-

"Ohhhh! Looks like Y/N came in here on purpose, huh!" Ridoc's taunting voice bellows, a blast of cool air flooding the warm shower as he yanks open the shower curtain. Your nipples harden at the sudden temperature change, only seeming to turn Liam on more. Ridoc chuckles at the scene before him, and you watch as your trainer approaches from behind.

"It's... it's not what it looks...like-"

"Oh, I think it's exactly. What it looks like." Bodhi cocks an eyebrow, glancing to Liam who has not let up on his relentless deepstroking. "Is this exactly what it looks like?"

Liam smirks, glancing between you and the two males watching the scene before them. "Oh, it is exactly what it looks like."

You gasp, looking up at him in disbelief. "Liam! What-"

"I've heard enough." Bodhi says, raising a hand in silence. He only sighs, his eyes raking over your naked form before him. Your cheeks heat as Liam adjusts his angle, his hand gripping the back of one of your knees as he drives into you harder. You can't help the moan the escapes; the sheer force at which he's fucking you is enough to make anyone wet at the sight of it.

"Thought she deserved something -- been a pretty good girl for me, anyway," Liam praises, and Ridoc rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, well she was bein' a fuckin' brat during training today-"

You glare from your place on the wall, watching as his devilishly handsome lips tilted up in a smirk.

"Ridoc... I said... shut... up..." you pant. Bodhi leans against the stone wall, chewing on the inside of his lower lip as he watches your breasts bounce with every thrust Liam gives you. "Ah... oh.. fuck, Liam I'm-"

Liam groans against the hollow of your throat, his cock twitching inside of you before shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy. The tether inside of you snaps, your warm release trickling out of you and running over the curves of your thighs. You're panting, still coming down from your high when Ridoc opens his mouth again.

"Why don't you shut me up then?" He says, his voice thick as he pushes his sweat shorts over his muscled thighs. Liam places you gently back on the ground, the aftershocks of your first orgasm finally wearing off as you saunter toward Ridoc. You shove the shower curtain aside; clearly, there was no concern for getting clean anytime soon.

Approaching the bench where your clothes lay, you push against his shoulders, watching as he yields to your touch. He lies flat on his back near the edge of the bench, his toned legs tapering off the end to where his feet plant flat on the floor.

He grins cheekily up at you, his eager hands guiding your waist as you swing your leg over his chest. He grips at your thighs, squeezing your skin as you position your leaking heat just above his awaiting mouth.

"This will do," You say, looking down at him and smirking. He groans, fingers pulling you to sit all the way down on his tongue. Immediately he gets to work, his lips exploring each and every inch of your throbbing core while his hands grip your ass, perched lightly on top of his chest.

"Ohhh... fuck," you moan, your fingers threading through his onyx locks as you begin to lightly rock your hips against his expert tongue. He licks up into you, illiciting more whines of pleasure from you as your fingers tug on his locks. He growls into your cunt, the sound sending another wave of pleasure through you that has one hand leaving his hair and playing with your nipple instead, imagining how good his mouth would feel there if this was any indication.

"Ridoc, yes, yes..." You chant, your eyes drifting toward the abandoned shower you had retreated from before. No longer is Bodhi leaned against the wall -- the space is empty, save for a few articles of clothing on the ground.

You let out a sharp gasp as your hair is suddenly yanked, forcing your chin up as dark brown eyes stare lustfully down at you. From the corner of your eye, you watch as a blonde head strides over, sitting on the bench a couple of feet away and leaning against the row of lockers.

"You don't seem so eager to get to bed now that your cunt's being eaten," Bodhi snarls, his gaze trazing over your face contorted in pleasure. You can't think of a witty a response, no comeback in mind -- especially as Ridoc moves below you, his nose prodding against your clit. You let out a breathhy gasp, your mouth hanging open and Bodhi only shakes his head at you.

"Mouth looks a little empty," he grits out, gripping your chin harshy before releasing you. He strides before you, his fingers tugging on his length before sitting in front of you on the bench. Your mouth practically waters at the sight; he's huge. He sees it too, as he scoffs at you.

"You wanna mouth off all night -- bend over and take it all then," he challenges. Ridoc's hand moves to grip his own length, moving in quick thrusts as you bend before him, lowering on your hands until his glistening tip is positioned just before your lips.

"Said you could handle a man yourself... handle me then," he looks at you darkly, and you glare at him, shoving his entire length down your throat in one thrust. You gag around him, his intimidating size measuring up. When you draw your head back, his hand threads through the mess of a ponytail you have left, roughly gripping the back of your head and forcing your mouth all the way back down on his cock.

"Fuck... so pretty, taking my dick all the way down that little throat," he groans. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, the combined sensation with Ridoc's punishing tongue nearly pushing you over the edge almost too much. When Bodhi releases you again, you stick out your tongue, and he taps his length against it.

"Fucking hot," he mutters, watching you through half-lidded eyes. You dare a glance to your right, catching sight of Liam relaxed on the nearly bench, fisting his own cock at the sight of you getting both males off at once. His head is rolled back in pleasure, his eyes closed as he drags his fingers up, and down, and up...

You don't have time to warn Ridoc before your orgasm rolls through you, your thighs shaking beside his head. You glance up, surprised to see Bodhi panting heavily as you continue sucking him at a slow, punishing pace.

"Fuck... oh fuck-"

He plunges his cock deep, shooting his cum down your throat. You gag, the size stretching your throat around him as he whimpers before you with each twitch of his cock. You focus on swallowing every last drop; though a small part of you cheers in silent victory that you have Bodhi Durran whimpering for you.

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You're spent. You're absolutely spent; surely, you'd been in here hours now, the three males delighting in pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, and you doing the same for them.

Nonetheless, you still find yourself happily sitting atop Ridoc's lap, bouncing on his thick length in the early hours of the morning.

"Fuck, Y/N... just like that, bounce that ass on my dick, just like that," his arms are wrapped around your waist, holding you against him as you ride him, milking every last drop out of his delicious length. It was the only time, you'd admit, you liked hearing the sound of his voice.

"Tongue," Liam commands, and you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue fall out per his request. He grins, giving your head a little pat before tapping it with his silky-smooth dick.

"Good girl," he praises, slipping into your awaititng mouth with ease. Your eyes roll back, his tip hitting the back of your throat as Ridoc's thrusts were now brushing your cervix. Your hands gripped his shoulders, and he delighted in the way your strangled groans sounded right next to his ear.

It was the sharp slap on your right butt cheek that had your walls fluttering around Ridoc though, Bodhi's fingers lightly tugging on your hair again in silent control.

"You like being fucked, is that it, hm?" He asked, landing another slap against your skin. You cried out, Liam pulling his cock from you for only a moment to hear your pleasure-filled screams.

Another slap -- this time, you felt yourself on the edge.

"Fuck!" You sobbed, your fucked out expression staring at Liam with your rounded eyes. He sucked in a breath, his hand working his cock as he slipped his thumb into your mouth.

"Taking it so well..." he mumbled, his eyes closing only for a moment before sticky spurts of cum covered you, painting your chin and neck with the evidence. He sighed in pleasure, Ridoc slowing his relentless pounding before he pulled his dick from you, his cum shooting across your boobs and painting your skin in his seed.

"Fuck... I'm so close," Bodhi groaned, his hands hauling you off of his friend and bending you over the sink. Before you had a moment to adjust, he filled you with his length, his hips snapping against your ass harshly. His fingers gripped your throat, tilting your chin to gaze at yourself in the mirror. Your mouth dropped open, watching the attractive male behind you fuck himself into you mercilessly.

"This perfect fucking cunt," he grunted, his chocolate curls swaying with each thrust. "Watch how good you take it, baby," he ground out, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Your stomach tightened, your eyes rolling back as his dick rubbed against your sensitive spot.

"Bodhi... Bodhi, please, I'm cumming-" You squeaked, and with a few sharp thrusts, he came inside you, pulling out to watch hungrily as the white liquid dripped out of your raw cunt. You gripped the sink's edge, panting as the weight of the evening's activities took hold of you. Glancing to the shower, you sighed, chuckling at the thought.

"You still have time, if you want to actually clean up before class," Ridoc chuckles, pulling his shorts on from behind you. Liam yawns, stretching his arms wide as he glances at you through the mirror. Bodhi grabs your clothes, extending them to you. You take them with a shaky hand, chuckling softly and shaking your head. You could barely believe the direction the night had gone.

"Yeah... I think I may just skip class today."

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[inkedinshadows]

New Make-up

Day 30: Deep throat — Cassian x f!reader

Warnings: oral (m receiving), language

Word count: 547

You had been teasing your mate all day with casual touches and stolen glances, and Cassian finally lost his patience. He grabbed your hand and dragged you inside the first room he could find, crashing his mouth against yours while he locked the door behind you.

“Cass…” you murmured tentatively as you pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. But he wasn’t having it, and his lips trailed down to your neck, rough hands fondling your ass.

“We have to go to dinner,” you tried again. “We don’t have time for this now.”

“You should have thought about it before teasing me.” His words were a low growl, his grip on you more possessive. “I need only five minutes.”

You were likely already late, but he had a point. You enjoyed watching him take a steadying breath and keep a neutral face every time you whispered something in his ear or brushed your fingers against him.

“On your knees, sweetheart.”

His lips finally left your skin, and he looked at you expectantly, already unbuckling his belt. You didn’t hesitate to obey and a moment later your mouth was around his hard cock.

“I won’t be gentle,” he warned you, hands already fisting in your hair.

You hummed around him to show you understood. You just placed your hands on his thighs, ready to tap him if it got too much. You rarely did, though.

With a groan, Cassian pushed your head down on his cock. For the first few seconds he went slow, giving you time to adjust, but when your tongue flicked his tip, his control snapped.

His hips bucked forward until he hit the back of your throat and you whimpered. The sound only spurred him on and he began to fuck you roughly, each thrust shoving his whole thick length deep into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck…” Cassian groaned. His eyes were half-closed, heavy with need and desire, but still focused on you. “You take me so well, sweetheart.”

You gagged around him with each rough thrust, tears prickling in your eyes, but you didn’t mind. The obscene sounds coming from your mate had wetness pooling between your legs, but this moment was for him. You wanted to give him everything you could.

With one hand, you gently massaged his balls, feeling him tense for a split second before his grip on your hair tightened and you were being pulled down until your lips were around the base of his cock.

You almost choked on him, and a few tears rolled down your cheeks, but neither of you stopped. You most definitely didn’t tap his thigh.

“Baby…” he moaned, eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuck, I’m about to—”

You hollowed out your cheeks and his sentence was cut off by a loud groan as he came, his warm seed spilling down your throat. You swallowed every drop.

He pulled out after a few moments, slightly trembling and panting. You gasped for air as you ran a hand over your mouth and chin, wiping away the drooling saliva.

When he finally let go of your hair and you stood up again, you gave him a smile. “I’ll have to go fix my make-up now. The others can’t see me like this.”

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[thelov3lybookworm]

Lazy Mornings

Day 4: Lover.

Summary: Y/n needs to recharge her social battery. What better way to do that than snuggles with her huband?

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Word Count: 525

Warnings: just some domestic fluff ig lol

A/n: this is a tinyyyyy one but its cute hehe i love it

@lucienweekofficial

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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Y/n refused to leave her room. After the starfall party the night before, Y/n knew she needed to recharge herself.

Faint sounds of laughter and early afternoon greetings reached Y/n through the closed windows, and as she laid in bed, wishing for her husband, it simply seemed unfathomable to her that anyone could wish to get dressed for the day willingly. Why would a person not want to lie in bed and eat all day? Who chose going out over staying home?

Not her, that was for sure.

Lucien had been sent to the day court on an emissary mission early in the morning. Rhysand had urgently contacted Lucien to go and retrieve books from Helion’s extensive libraries. Just like eight years ago, Rhysand once again was on a panicked rampage through the seven courts to find something to help his mate with her pregnancy.

The two had decided that Nyx was enough, but then he had grown and began demanding for a younger sibling.

Rhysand and Feyre could not deny, understandably so.

No one could deny the young lordling anyways. Y/n knew she would give her life for him if he asked. Just like she would for her husband.

Her annoyance had flared when Lucien had disentangled himself from her embrace and started searching for his discarded clothes, explaining that Rhysand required his presence.

She understood the importance of the situation. That did not mean she liked it.

Y/n was ready to tug and tug on the bond so Lucien would come home sooner when she heard the front door opening and steps coming closer.

The moment the door to the bedroom opened, Y/n smiled at his silhouette, who remained still for a moment before lighting up the faelights. "My love, why are you sitting here in the dark? Did you eat the breakfast I left?"

Y/n shook her head, gazing up at him innocently. "I was sleepy."

He shook his head, lips quirked up. "Is it because of yesterday? Too much social interaction?"

Somehow, even to Y/n’s wonder, Lucien had fallen in love with someone who was the complete opposite of him. He thrived in crowds, while Y/n glowed in solitude. He bloomed under the sun, while she relaxed at night.

He always said, opposites attract.

And maybe they did.

"Luc, I need cuddles."

He sighed, grinning softly before dimming the faelights and opening the curtains. "You will eat first, then we can cuddle."

Y/n pouted, but nodded nonetheless. He hurried downstairs to get the baked goods and tea he had made, then settled next to Y/n. He let her wrap herself in the blanket and sit idly while he fed her the croissants and buttered bread while telling her about his trip to Day court.

Y/n giggled when Lucien pecked her nose after he was done with the brunch, putting away the trays and snuggling into Y/n under the blanket.

"I love you." He mumbled, dropping his head onto her shoulder.

"I love me too."

He sighed, nipping at her collarbones until she gave in.

"I love you too."

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Lucien Vanserra Taglist: @mirandasidefics @tele86

[dogday-shines-bright]

"Hehe! Okay fair~ It was a good one"

DogDay rolled his eyes and smiled, but that wagging tail couldn't lie that he was having fun too!

Well. But if CatNap wanted to pretend he was a real cat so badly, he would get the cat treatment! And that meant ear scritching and patting and squishing those furry cheeks!

Cartoon Catnap bounds over to Dogday jumps into his arms wants to held. "Eclipse" ^~^ he purrs.

"Aww, hi CatNap!!"

DogDay smiles and hugs CatNap tight, wagging his tail fast.

"Eclipse... Oh!"

"Hehe, that's cute! I guess you and me we really make an Eclipse, don't we?"

[littlest-w01f]

All Taglists

Since I've posted the new schedule, I thought I'd post the taglists too to make sure everyone knows which taglist they are/ if they want to be added/removed from any of them and I'll make the edits right here (also adding a little synopsis for all the series so you know what they are about)

If you want to be added please comment which taglist you wish to be added to.

General - @nox-ceur @lilah-asteria @paleidiot @dee-writes-smut @adalia-jaycee @anarchiii @alwayshave-faith @velarisnightsky444 @minnieoo @mellowmusings

MAIN SERIES TAGLIST:

Flames and Darkness - @anuttellaa @tuggboatfishin @inloveallthetime

Synopsis: Rheana, Rhysand's adventurous younger sister has always yearned for a mate since she was a young faeling, she found herself with a mating bond that leads her to Eris Vanserra, someone her family has despised for as long as time.

Blooming Flowers - @theskyisbrighthere @mybestfriendmademe @yeonalie @raisam

Synopsis: The Princess of Spring, Evelyn and Rhysand, the Heir of Night were promised in marriage to each other by their fathers to fix court relations, but things took a turn for the worse as they refused to marry.

Meeting in Grey - @sleepylunarwolf @sarawritestories @sheblogs

Synopsis: Born in Hewn City, Novali has felt first-hand how cruel her people can be to anything good, while in the Court of Dreams, Nyx has heard nothing but the worst of the residents of Hewn City, as the Heir grows to the age of maturity his family make their first visit to the Court of Nightmares in a 100 years.

Mini-series:

Little Family (Cassian) - @littlelunatica @journalofthedamned @acourtofbatboydreams

Synopsis: While visiting his best friend Feyre in her art studio, Cassian meets the mother of one of the children there, their bond snapping almost instantaneously.

Lady Bloodshed (Cassian) - @inloveallthetime @anuttellaa

Synopsis: During Winter Solstice, Cassian's mate resurfaces, in the form of an assassin on a mission to end his life.

Light and Shadow (Azriel) - N/A

Synopsis: Azriel finally gets to spend time with the female who Helion always had around him, the one his shadows always reach for.

Fire and Ice (Eris) - @st4r-girl-official

Synopsis: In an attempt at combining power, the Heir of Autumn is arranged to wed the Princess of Winter.

Sunlight (Helion) - @anuttellaa @a-frog-with-a-laptop @lalaluch

Synopsis: Helion asks Rhysand for help when he needs more staff for his libraries, Rhysand recommends someone close to him who wishes to try to leave the House of Winds library.

Siren song (Tarquin) - @slut4acotar

Synopsis: Hearing an enchanting song, Tarquin goes to the depths of the ocean hypnotised, only to be saved by someone he had been raised to beware of.

Jester (Rhysand) - N/A

Synopsis: After becoming High Lord, Rhysand finds himself in The Middle, he catches a Jester's eye who wants his blood and power.

Papillon (Eris) - @rcarbo1 @st4r-girl-official

Synopsis: Eris meets a mythical lesser fairy in the woods, who comes back to see her again.

Lover (Thesan) - N/A

Synopsis: The middle sister of the Vanserras forms an infatuation with Thesan, the High Lord of Dawn

Summer Seas (Feyre) - N/A

Synopsis: For helping the water wraith during Tithe, her younger sister saves Feyre from Spring after her panic.

In the Shadows (Azriel) - N/A

Synopsis: Azriel is used to staying in the shadows, but something about a popular dancer in Dawn makes him want to be seen.

Sample Size (Vanserra brothers) - N/A

Synopsis: A family friend of the Vanserras wants to see just how far the fire in their blood goes, the brothers are far too competitive to deny her test, wanting to come out on top.

Enchanting (Eris) - N/A

Synopsis: After a betrayal by Rhysand, a witch moved back to the autumn woods, not thinking she would cross any paths with the High Lord of Autumn after years of solitude.

Character Taglists:

Rhysand - @yeonalie

Cassian - @yeonalie

Azriel - @fxckmiup @annamariereads16 @saltedcoffeescotch @satorusemepls @fieldofdaisiies

Eris - @fxckmiup @slut4acotar @secret-third-thing @shadowsingers-mate @fieldofdaisiies @st4r-girl-official

Lucien - N/A

Helion - N/A

Tarquin - N/A

Kallias - N/A

Thesan - N/A

Tamlin - N/A

Feyre - N/A

Nesta - N/A

Elain - N/A

Mor - N/A

[anarchiii]

My fic ‘Twin Flames’ for Eris week is on hiatus for a while, I may or I may not continue it, I apologise to anyone that had enjoyed it so far, I’m having a rough month and I can’t find it in myself to continue it, I hope you all understand ):

I’ll try stay active and write but I can’t make any promises ❤️

See you later! 🫶

@mellowmusings

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Mwah Xx

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[agarthacity]

This collection of peaceful study music features the gentle patter of rain and melancholic piano or guitar solos. Designed to create a serene, focused atmosphere, these 20 tracks are ideal companions for studying, working, or simply relaxing. The artists have crafted each piece with great care and humility, aiming to enhance productivity and calm the mind. We hope these Rainy Day Study Sessions will provide a soothing soundtrack to your intellectual pursuits and introspective moments. Please enjoy this humble offering of ambient, rain-kissed melodies to elevate your study experience.

[velarisdusk]

In the Firelight

Day 12: Size Difference | Cassian x Reader word count: 600 author’s note: was i thinking abt the bit in acosf where nessian are sleeping in caves? yes. is it slightly out of pocket considering the circumstances? also yes. do i care? no bc this is my blog and i can write what i want. watch this: boop shmorp beep bop mop. exactly. ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

The cave was cloaked in shadows, the only light coming from the crackling campfire you and Cassian had built. The fire’s warm glow danced across the rough stone walls, casting flickering silhouettes that mingled with the darkness. After a long day’s trek, the cave was a welcome sanctuary, and the makeshift pallet of blankets and furs by the fire offered a brief respite from the cold and the mission.

You lay on the pallet, your breath coming in soft, eager gasps as Cassian’s imposing figure loomed over you. His broad shoulders and powerful chest cast a dominating shadow over you, covering you completely. The rugged nature of the cave seemed to heighten the intimacy of the moment, making the warmth of his body and the promise of his touch all the more enticing.

Cassian’s gaze was intense, his eyes locked on you with a predatory gleam. Slowly, he knelt between your legs, his powerful hands brushing over your skin with careful reverence. There was a hungry gleam in his eyes as he admired the way his size seemed to dominate the space around you.

With a low, rumbling growl, he guided his length down onto your abdomen. The weight of him pressed against your skin, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Look at that,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper. “See how big it is against you? I would break you if I fucked you the way I really want to.”

You felt a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness, your body quivering slightly. “Will it fit?” you asked, a hint of apprehension in your voice.

Cassian’s grin was both reassuring and wicked. “I know it will,” he said firmly, his voice filled with confidence. “You can handle all of me. You’re made for it.”

He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands were gentle yet insistent as he guided himself inside, the sensation of his girth stretching you making you gasp. His slow movements allowed you to adjust, each movement intoxicating as you enveloped his length entirely.

“Feel that?” Cassian’s voice was rough with desire as he continued to enter you. “Every inch of me inside you, stretching you just right. I knew you could take it. So fucking small, but you take me so well.”

The fullness of him was overwhelming, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. Cassian’s hands gripped your hips with a firm, possessive hold, guiding you in sync with his thrusts. The contrast between his size and your smaller body was electrifying, each movement filling you completely, deliciously. His breathing grew heavier, and his gaze was filled with a mix of dominance and admiration as he continued to drive deeper.

“Love how fucking tiny you are,” Cassian growled, his voice low and gravelly. “Every inch of you is mine, you fit every inch of me perfectly. I can’t get enough of you.”

You moaned in response, the pleasure building with each powerful thrust. The heat from the campfire combined with the heat of his body created a heady mix, the crackling flames a backdrop to your lovemaking. “Gods, I can feel all of you,” you gasped, “You’re so big, it’s so deep.”

Cassian’s pace quickened, his movements more urgent as he approached his climax. His body pressed against yours with an overwhelming force, making every movement feel even more intense and consuming. The cave seemed to pulse with the rhythm of your passion, the sounds of your pleasure mingling with the steady crackle of the fire.

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[scorpioriesling]

Invisible String - Part 4

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Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warning(s): angst & suggestion. Please be advised; future parts might not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution.

Summary: You'd taken the nanny position for the royal family over a year ago, not expecting what would come of it or how close you'd grow to the child you cared for. Things became tough for Eris when his wife left him and his daughter, and he found it increasingly harder to raise Riley himself. He soon realizes, you've provided a lot more than the typical job description duties for his daughter... and maybe for him, too.

SR’s Note: I added in the advisory so that younger / uncomfortable readers won't begin the series without knowing or expecting potential risks in content to come. For those who enjoy or look forward to content as such -- get excited! Nonetheless, I hope readers will enjoy this series that came to me in a dream one night. (; Much love to all.

Tags: @mellowmusings @talesofadragon @rcarbo1 @mandziaaa @lilah-asteria @a-frog-with-a-laptop @kitsunetori @dannul @velarisdusk @lamarmotta @paintedbyshadows @i-know-i-can @adventure-awaits13 (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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You'd awoken early the next morning, the light purple and pink hues of early light drifting through the windows when you'd slowly opened your eyes. Though it was very early, a girlish grin crept its way across your lips as you took in the room around you -- the bookcases along the far wall, the unlit hearth at the foot of the massive bed. It didn't matter that there was no fire crackling inside it; the source of heat in the room laid right next to you, his arms wound around you as though you'd make a break for it at any moment.

You sighed, your fingers wriggling free from his muscular grasp and threading through his strawberry locks. He groaned softly in his sleep, his nose nuzzling deeper into the crook of your neck while you softly ran your hands through the tendrils. They were, indeed, as silky as you'd imagined.

Allowing yourself a little while longer to enjoy the time you had tangled up between Eris' silky maroon sheets with him, your eyes began to drift shut again. He shifted beside you, his fingers pressing into the exposed skin of your back where your top had ridden up a bit. Your eyes drifted over the curves of his arms, every ripple of muscle growing clearer in the growing daylight as the minutes ticked on. His shoulders were so relaxed as he slept, but held you close to him just the same.

When your gaze drifted lower, catching on his bandaged midsection, your mind wandered to last night. Gods, you'd been horrified when you saw him at first, truly fearing the worst and that there would be nothing you could do to help him. But when you did, and he leaned on you, really opening himself to you...

Your cheeks warm at the thought, remembering the feeling of his lips pressed against yours mere hours ago. How you'd wished for something like it for so long, and it'd finally happened-

Eris stirrs beside you, seeming to have been awoken from his sleep. You're sure you had been silent, you hadn't said anything aloud to wake him; nonetheless, his fingers were sliding over the curve of your waist as he brought the back of his hand to his eyes, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from them.

"Mmm... g'morning," he rasped, his eyes blinking open and adjusting to the room around him. You tried to ignore the thoughts swimming in your mind, as it was much too early and they were much too inapropriate to be having so early in the morning. However, the tone and roughness of his voice only encouraged the discomfort between your thighs.

"Good morning," you said as pleasantly as possible. He offered a small smile when his eyes fully focused on you, and he leaned back onto his pillow once more, wrapping his arm around you in full. Your breath caught in your throat when he shuffled closer, his arms fully engulfing you as he turned you on your back, his head laying right beneath your breasts.

He inhaled deeply, and you tried to remember to breathe. He'd surely be able to tell what kind of thoughts you were having if he kept this kind of thing up.

"You smell s'good," he said, his voice muffled as he pressed his face deeper into your soft pajama top. You chuckled, his nose tickling you a bit.

"Thank you," you whispered, your fingers trailing lightly over his bare shoulders that lay atop you. You lay there for just a while longer before you began to see a few rays of sunlight stream across the floor.

You hadn't noticed Eris fell back asleep, so you shake him gently before he raises his head to peer up at you with a lazy grin.

"I think we need to get out of bed," you suggest, and he shakes his head slowly, his fingers curling around the fabric of your night shirt.

"It's so early," he whines, and you smirk at his response.

"Yes, but I need to be awake when Riley wakes up," you explain, and he lets out a long sigh, his head drooping. When he lifts his chin to peer at you once more, you give him a knowing look, and he groans, his hands revealing themselves once more from their hold around you.

"Fineee," he complains, rolling off of you and out of bed. Your heart droops a little; if the circumstances were different, you'd let him hold you in bed all day if that's what he wanted. It's surely what you wanted.

Nonetheless, you slid your legs out of those silky-smooth sheets, and headed for the door after him.

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"Daddy!"

You hear her surprised shout from your spot in the kitchen as you pull out the waffle iron, the cord in your chest tying itself tight around your heart.

"My darling girl," you hear her father say, followed by her excited squeal as he has surely plucked her from bed and is dancing around your room with her by now. As the iron heats up, you feel your chest warming in time with it as you remember how upset the girl had been the past week without her father. It killed you to see her so distraught — but now that Eris was back home, you would find a sense of peace knowing Riley’s usual joy had returned.

In minutes, her little footsteps bounded into the kitchen, a wonky-looking bun atop her head. You had to surpress a chuckle as you poured the waffle mix onto the iron and closed it.

“Y/N! Y/N!” She chanted excitedly. “Did you see? Daddy’s home!” She jumped up and down, her fist clenching around a fistful of your shorts fabric.

“I did indeed!” You responded, grinning down at her. She glanced over her shoulder, ensuring he was not in the room yet before motioning for you to bend down. You did as such, and she leaned in so close her tiny lips pressed against your ear.

“I don’t think he learned how to do buns very good yet though,” she whispers, pulling away and pointing to the floppy loop atop her head. You chuckle, and she grins, her hands covering her mouth.

“You fix it maybe?” She asks. You nod, looking over her shoulder and raising your eyebrows as the familiar head of red hair emerges from the hallway. She dares a glance, gasping and looking to you in a giggle fit again.

“Now what are you two ladies giggling about so early in the morning?” Eris teases, and Riley shoots you a wide-eyed look. You stand, grinning at him.

“Hmm… well, it was a girls-only conversation,” you say nonchalantly, and he raises his eyebrows in amusement. Riley plants her little hands on her hips, stepping close to you in defiance.

“Yes, daddy. Is a secret, ok?” She says. He nods, looking between the two of you with a small smile on his face. You meet his gaze, and he gives you a tiny wink.

“Ahhh, I see I see.”

Just then, the timer for the first waffle goes off. Riley jumps, twirling in circles between the two of you.

“Waffles! Waffles!” She says excitedly. “Y/N, you make mine with the chips?” She asks. Eris raises a confused eyebrow, and you grin as you carefully peel her fresh waffle off the iron and plate it.

“Of course, dear — full of chocolate chips, just like you like it.” She squeals, skipping to her spot at the dining table. Eris moves toward the cupboards, taking out syrups and jams and grabbing a few utensils. You’re mid-pouring the next one onto the iron when his warm touch across your lower back halts your movements.

“I can take this one in,” he says, leaning in close. His jawline brushes your cheek, and you turn ever so slightly to peer at him. His wicked grin nearly sends you over the edge, the feeling of his hand on your waist and his lips so close to yours sends any care for the bubbling batter out the window.

You all but simply nod before he does just that, taking Riley’s breakfast into her. You can’t help but stare after him, watching as he strides into the dining room with such grace — everything about him, everything he does seems just so perfect. But, you have to remember not to let yourself get in too deep; he is still your boss, and part of the royal family of this court.

You take a deep breath, releasing it in a long sigh. It’s only then that you smell the roasty, earthy scent in the air — looking down, you realize you’ve burnt your waffle.

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Things are looking up for you in the Forest House over the next few months. Sure, Eris still had to occasionally tend to court duties and such, but nothing that would take him away for more than a day or two at a time.

You’d developed somewhat of a routine with him, a new one that involved putting Riley into her bed each night and slipping into your pajamas, only to sneak into his when you knew she was asleep.

It seemed like Eris enjoyed having you keep him company while the two of you slept; after all, it’s not like anything had gone past the lingering touches, occasional kisses when you were in the privacy of his bedroom, and maybe a few sidelong glances that you hadn’t noticed before.

But.

There was always. A “but”.

“It shouldn’t be long this time, maybe three days? Four?” He said in his haste, gathering miscellaneous things around his room and shoving them into his pack. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, the feeling of his prolonged absence already gnawing at your gut.

“Eris, I thought you said you wouldn’t have to go again like that-“

“I know, I know,” he sighs, buttoning his pouch and pulling his worn leather boots from under the bed. He sits on the edge of the mattress, yanking them on and tying the laces tight. When he’s done fussing over the shoestrings, he places his feet flat on the floor, bracing his hands on the edge of the bed to stand.

He stops short as you take a silent step in front of him, your two bare feet planted between his. His eyes slowly drag up your form from the tips of your baby-blue painted nails, over the exposed skin of your long legs…

You can practically see the flames in his eyes as he reaches the hem of your matching pale blue nightgown.

His fingers gently reach for you, tracing over the smoothness of your thighs until his palms are bracing the backs of them. Your breath catches as he pulls you a step closer between his spread legs, your knees touching the egde of his maroon sheets. His eyes continue their ascent, until his gaze meets yours, only lingering on your lips for a moment.

He looks at you as though this is the first time he’s seen you all night.

“Y/N, I really… don’t want to leave. You know this.” He says, his tone near pleading. You can feel the emotions swelling inside of you, and all you can let out is a small nod. He sighs, his fingertips delicately tracing up and down your legs.

“It’s just what I have to do, if I could choose…” he huffs, fumbling for words. You take the opportunity as his gaze shifts to the side to bend your right knee, shifting your weight to press it into the mattress beside where he’s sat. He catches on quickly, his hands grasping your waist to help you as you lift your other leg to sit it on the bed too.

“It’s definitely not something I want to do. That’s what I’m trying to say.” He breathes, his hands sliding under the hem of your nightgown in exploration as he cups your bum sat atop him. Your eyes search his, only for a moment, before you lean in close to press a light kiss to his jawline.

“What do you want to do?” You ask. You know the question is loaded, and he is making to leave — but you hope that maybe, just maybe you could persuade him to stay.

His right hand reaches for your cheek as you draw back, the look of raw hunger in his eyes giving you hope that maybe your plan would work. Selfish, yes, as his duties protect the entire court — but you didn’t care. Not right now.

“Eris-“

He smashes your lips together, kissing you harshly as his fingers thread through your hair. Your quiet gasp is quickly replaced with the need for more. Your hands grip his strong shoulders as his other hand slides up your waist, carefully and almost cautiously pausing before fully running over the swell of your breast.

His fingers play with your already sensitive nipple, and you groan as his hand moves back toward its original spot beneath your rear. He squeezes the fleshy skin roughly and you moan into the kiss, only making him pull away breathlessly.

“Y/N… if you keep moving like that on top of me… this won’t end like either of us want it to,” he growls. You glance down at the rumpled fabric of your nightie — the trousers beneath stretched against his hardening length. Your face flushes, a small giggle coming out before he pulls your mouth to his once more.

“Maybe… I want… more…” you breathe out between kisses. Eris leans back on one of his elbows, his hand cupping your jaw as he traces a finger over your cheekbone. He gazes up at you in adoration— and before he says a word, you already feel your heart clenching.

“Love… I want more, yes. But… not like this. Not… now.” His lips turn down as your face falls, his thumb moving to trace over the outline of your lips. Your hands slide down his chest, his other hand moving to take your fingers in his as he lays flat on his back atop the bedsheets. He looks up at you, at your upset face wishing for that beautiful smile he loves to come back to it.

“Come here,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper as he pulls you close to his chest. You lie atop him, his hands stroking over your shoulders and playing with your long strands of hair. He breathes deep, reveling in your scent before he has to be without it for a few days.

“I really don’t want you to go,” you say, your voice muffled against his chest. He continues softly playing with your hair, the soft touches eventually lulling you to sleep against his warm embrace.

“I don’t want to leave you either, doll.”

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“… and this one is a Maple leaf,” you explain, extending the perfectly crisp leaf to the little girl nest to you. She takes it carefully, examining its sun-kissed exterior.

“How do you know it’s a Maple one?” She asks, turning it over in her tiny hands.

“Well, because it comes from a Maple tree, dear.” You explain, and point toward the few trees among the grove with similar leaves. “See? The leaves all look the same.” She looks up only briefly, before inspecting the leaf in her hand again.

“Y/N, how did you know about leafs?” She asks, and you chuckle.

“When I was a little girl,” you begin, continuing on your walk through the gardens. She’s quick to follow, slowing every so often when she finds something new to inquire about. “I had a very good teacher. She taught me many things — leaves, trees, all kinds of things.” You shrug. The little one nods, and you can practically see the gears rotating in her head.

“I have a teacher?” She asks, looking up to you with her round eyes of burnished gold. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth, not sure where to steer the conversation. Eris was clear about wanting to keep Riley rather sheltered, considering the way he’d been raised. Hell, he barely let her off the grounds — the conversation of enrolling her in school had never actually come up. She was indeed almost five…

“Uh… no, I-“ You fumble. Riley raises an eyebrow, still waiting for an answer.

“I mean, you ask me things, right? And, I can show you what you need to know,” you say carefully. She thinks for a beat, then smiles a little.

“You’re my teacher?” She asks. You shrug.

“Sure, sweetheart. I’d be anything you asked me to be.”

She beams, twirling around so the skirt of her play-pretend princess dress fans out. She trots forward a bit, and you fall behind, your mind wandering.

It would be in her best interest to attend school, you thought. She needed social interaction with others her own age, and someone who could properly teach her-

“Y/N! Teacher! Teacher!” She giggles, skipping over to you with a new flower in her hand. “What is this one?” She asks, giddy with excitement. You peer down at her, trying to figure out what type of flora she’d presented you with but you simply could not produce its name.

“Hmm,” you hum, your lips twisting to the side. “I’m not sure I’ve seen that one before, Riles.” She holds the flower to you, and you take it from her little hand.

“You hold please,” she asks. “We need to save it. Bring it when we both go to school.” She grins, spinning on her heel before trotting off again.

Great. Now that the idea was in her head, you knew what needed to be done.

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It’d been four days since he left for his duties. Four days in bed alone. Four days alone in his house, spending time with a daughter you could only wish to call your own.

You knew it was selfish, feeling pitiful this way — he was out there defending the entire court, for Cauldron’s sakes. The least you could do was stop moping around, and continue to provide the best care for Riley while he was away.

After all, it was the job you were still being paid to do here.

None of that stopped you from wandering into his chambers that night, past the silent wooden door and flicking on the small fae light inside. When he left, you retired to your own bed; but after three nights, you found yourself craving the scent of him, wishing for the feel of his silky sheets again. You knew in your heart it was simply him you craved most — but with the blurry, messed up lines of your relationship, you weren’t sure you were ready to admit to yourself what you were feeling.

Riley was out like a light that evening, the long walk in the gardens really tired her out. Thank the Cauldron, as the fire burning in your chest lulled you further and further into Eris’ room after you tucked her in. A featherlight touch to the top of the crimson duvet; images of him sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands holding you just days beforehand racing through your mind. Gods, how his mouth felt upon yours as his fingers roamed and touched you-

You shook your head, trying to clear the mind fog you were slipping into. The unlit hearth stared back at you from the wall, almost ironic how it sat so similar to the lack of fire, the passion,the sheer heat you’d felt when Eris wasn’t around.

In the corner, you suddenly noticed a small closet door. A small spark of intrigue lit within you, guiding you toward the handle of tarnished gold on the front of it. It was skinny, more of a coat closet in the corner of the room than that of Eris’ master one across the way. Nevertheless, you turned the handle and pulled.

Your breath caught in your throat as the door swung open. Hanging inside were gowns of high value; some intricate, some simple. Regardless, they were very clearly designed for that of a High Fae. A royal.

They were most certainly Selene’s.

You reached a shaky hand out, your nimble fingers skimming the expensive fabric of the first one. Intricate swirls of blue and navy adorned the heavy fabric, and in the dim light you could see glitter dusting the upper half.

You pushed it to the side.

Thumbing through, there were only about four or five gowns in the alcove, however with each discovery, the bile in your throat threatened to make an appearance. Why would he keep all of these? His wife left him and his daughter simply because they were not chosen by the Cauldron to be together. What kind of a person does that? Leaves their baby? Their husband?

Your fingers clench around the fabric of a dark red gown, your face growing hotter. Why would he keep mementos from this woman who abandoned him and their child? You thrust it aside, your eyes landing on, quite literally, the most beautiful gown you’d seen yet. Of course he’d keep this. He probably thought of her in it, and how lovely she looked.

The anger inside began to recede, like the waves of the tide from the shore. Pain crept in like the flames of the hearth, the fire in your chest this time not encouraging, but incinerating.

He was still in love with her. Your breathing started to become heavy the longer you gazed at the deep green velvet gown. He had to be. That was the only explanation. Why else would he keep these? You hadn’t realized the angry tears welling in your eyes until they’d began to fall, silently rolling down your cheeks. The release did nothing to cool your warmed skin; it felt as though molten lava were streaming down the sides of an active volcano.

“Y/N?”

His voice was so cool and calm behind you, it almost felt as though you’d imagined it. He wasn’t over her. He’d never be. You don’t just get over someone you share a child with-

“Y/N.”

It was bolder this time. You were forced out of the terrible headspace you’d gone to, whirling around to face none other than the man occupying most of your headspace these days. His eyes studied you with such confusion, taking in the scene before him and fixating on your fingers white-knuckle gripping the door handle.

You open your mouth, your words barely coming out in a broken whisper. “Eris what are you doing back-“

“Why are you going through those.” He says it more as a demand, his concerned face now appearing more aggravated than you’d like. He crosses the room in only a few strides, his hand splaying against the door and pushing it shut. You release the handle, taking a step back as he lets out a sharp sigh, his hand pressing against the doorframe.

“And I said I’d be back in four days, didn’t I?” He doesn’t even look up from where his head hangs. You stare wide-eyed from behind him as he eventually pushes off from the closet. His dark expression is casted toward the floor, his lips pressed into a tight line.

“I… Eris I can explain-“

“It’s late. And I’d like to go to bed.” He says, his jaw tightening. Your heart seizes at his words, and you begin to panic, wondering what you could do to make this right. How to explain, and how to go back in time and undo it all. Unsee what you’d seen.

“Eris…” You whisper. His eyes flick up to yours, and he draws in a breath before looking down again.

“Alone.”

Your bottom lip begins to tremble involuntarily, every wall in your mind seeming to shatter around you. Your heart follows suit, bursting into a million fractures before finally erupting into flames — you may as well have tossed it into the incinerator, allowing the fragments to turn to ash.

You’re tearing out of his room before you allow him to make you feel worse than you already do. Crossing the threshold of your bedroom, you throw yourself into bed, finally releasing your strangled cries into the pillows beneath you. You scream and scream and scream — every emotion, every seed of anger, every feeling pouring out of you into that bed until your throat is raw and your eyes are swollen.

It’s hours before you are finally crying yourself to sleep, no warmth left in your blankets. It feels like the wake up call the Mother had been waiting to give you, you’d decided.

You’d go to bed remembering your place. Remembering that you worked for Eris, a High Fae with a daughter that you were to provide daily care for and nothing else.

Not his lover. Not his wife. And certainly, not anyone who’d wear such gowns he’d keep in his closet like that.

You just weren’t her. Not even close.

✧･ﾟ: *