#a bed of thorns

[kelyon]

Jack of Hearts/Slow Burn → What is the longest fanfiction you have ever read?

That would be the original 134 chapters of A Bed of Thorns. I didn't read it while new chapters were coming out. I thought it was long enough that I wouldn't mind when I came to the end of it, that I would manage to be satisfied with having so much excellent Rumbelle fanfic.

... I was wrong. There is no satisfaction. I still hunger for more of that fic. I can never have enough...

[kittyoperas]

quiet mornings after the end of the world.

lil paintover of “the bed” by toulouse-lautrec

[jontaro-kun]

Not only do I know what kissing The Thorn looks like, I can confirm there are 2 versions that depend entirely on what flavor of mental illness you currently have

[cc1010fox]

Fox: Where are my commanders? Hound: Where you should be. Fox: What? Hound: Check your bunk. Fox, entering his private room: Oh... Fox, whispering: Sorry... Thire, lifting the blanket he, Thorn, and Stone are napping under: If you don't join us, I will wake the others up. Fox, huffing: Fine...

[pjs-everyday]

Sharing a bed (for the mission) 💕 // Twiyor Month @twiyorbase

[dreamdragonkadia]

This little scene popped into my head just as I was about to head to bed, so obviously I had to write it down. Sleep can wait. rhysand x fae!reader

Maybe it was the way your heart pounded wildly in your chest, or how the cool wind whipped past your ears, tugging strands of hair free, or just maybe—it was the way your arms tightened around Rhysand’s shoulders as laughter spilled from your lips. Giggling, loud and unapologetic, you clung to him as he shot through the skies above Velaris, wings soaring through the starlit night like a predator of the heavens.

This mate of yours really did spoil you. All it had taken was a single, wistful mention of wanting to “taste the sky.” You hadn’t even meant it as a request—more of a fleeting thought spoken aloud. But Rhys, ever the devoted, attentive male that he was, had heard those words and immediately dropped the report he’d been reading.

Before you could protest or even process, he’d crossed the room in a flash, pressing a cascade of kisses to your face. Quick, warm, reverent—one on your forehead, another on the tip of your nose, then your cheeks, your jaw, and finally, a lingering one on your lips.

“Let’s make a memory,” he’d purred, the promise glinting in those violet eyes.

A moment later, he’d scooped you into his arms like you weighed nothing at all, his wings unfurling in a powerful snap. There had been barely enough time for you to gasp—half in surprise, half in exhilaration—before he’d leapt into the air, carrying you both into the star-freckled skies.

Now, the world stretched out endlessly below and above, Velaris glowing like a jewel beneath the dark blanket of night. Your laughter softened into wonder, your gaze sweeping over the twinkling streets and rivers of light.

Rhysand’s arms tightened around you, in a quiet reminder that you were safe, cherished, adored. He tilted his head to press another kiss to your temple, murmuring against your skin, “You’re far more breathtaking than the view.”

His voice was honeyed silk, teasing and sincere all at once, and the warmth of it settled in your chest, spreading to every corner of your soul. You couldn’t help but grin, your fingers tangling in the inky strands of his hair. “Flatterer,” you teased back, though your voice trembled with affection.

He laughed, the sound vibrating against you as his wings shifted to slow their flight. “Only when it’s deserved.”

Another kiss—a sweet, fleeting brush against your lips this time—before Rhys dipped into a gentle spiral, your laughter ringing out into the night like a melody only the two of you could hear.

If this was what it meant to fly with your mate, you never wanted to touch the ground again.

[yuushin7]

Day 03: First meet; Day 17: Sharing bed OR "How it started" vs…. How they'll end up someday 😅 They're getting there! Just very slowly Day 03 could also double as alternate for Day 16: Red Thread…. Which gives me idea that I could combine 2 days if I end up lagging behind too much 🤔especially since not all prompts spark inspiration for me 😅

[julescarstairs]

Matthew Fairchild. The mountains I’d move for you to walk safe grounds.

[slytherin-pen]

one bed smut for tamlin

A High Lord’s Scheme

pairing: Tamlin x Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: minors dni, 18+, smut

tags: one bed, idiots in love, fem!reader, no use of y/n

Your footsteps echoed down the marble hallway, your bootheels clicking as you tried to keep up with Tamlin’s long strides as you made your way through the Day Court Palace. You’d traveled here with the High Lord, acting as his emissary to ensure the meetings tomorrow and the next day went smoothly. Tamlin was hoping to ask Helion for his help in strengthening the Wall bordering the Spring Court and the Mortal Lands. The issue was Spring didn’t have much to offer at the moment, the court and its people still recovering from the war. That’s where you came in. You were to listen and observe, and find what you could offer to their benefit—even if it was unconventional.

You cast a sidelong glance at Tamlin walking beside you. He looked dapper today, so unlike the rugged, barefoot male you see frequently back at the manor. He was in an emerald green tunic with gold stitching and his trousers were tucked into brown riding boots. You mentally scolded yourself for your wandering thoughts. You told yourself you’d keep it professional. After all, Tamlin was your High Lord, your friend, and your… well, he was something else too. Something unspoken that had grown over the years between the two of you, wrapping like vines around your ribs and pulling taut whenever he was near.

You released a sigh of relief as you finally entered Helion’s throne room, said High Lord turning away from the scholar he had been speaking with when he heard the two of you come in.

Helion’s grin was devious as his gaze swept over you and Tamlin. “Welcome,” Helion purred. “I trust the journey was not too taxing?”

Tamlin inclined his head. “Not at all. Thank you for your hospitality, Helion.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” Helion said with a glimmer of mischief. “I’ve taken the liberty of arranging your quarters for the night.”

He gestured for the two of you to follow him through the palace’s darkening halls. When you stepped into the room, your breath caught. There was only one bed. It was large, opulent, draped in silken sheets the color of molten gold. But still—one bed.

Tamlin’s jaw tensed beside you. “Helion,” he said, turning back to the High Lord. “There are two of us.”

Helion’s smile was all wicked charm. “Yes, and one bed. It’s very… cozy, don’t you think?” His golden eyes twinkled. “I’m sure you’ll manage, it is late after all. You must be exhausted.” Before you could protest, he swept from the room, the door closing with a soft click.

For a moment, there was silence. Tamlin cleared his throat. “I’ll take the couch,” he said. “It’s fine.”

You whirled to face him, heat blooming in your cheeks. “Tamlin, you’re my High Lord. I can’t take the bed over you.”

He gave you a small, almost rueful smile. “You’re my emissary. You’ve been working tirelessly. You deserve the bed.”

“Tamlin.” Your tone was firm, though your heart was hammering in your chest. “We’re not doing this. We’ll both take the bed, it’s big enough.” You thanked the Mother that your voice held more confidence than you truly had. You felt like a youngling all over again, blushing over being assigned to sit next to your crush in the schoolhouse.

His emerald green eyes searched your face. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, swallowing the nerves that fluttered in your stomach. “It’s just one night before we can ask Helion to fix it tomorrow. We’ll keep it professional.”

He hesitated, then nodded once, his broad shoulders relaxing slightly. “All right.”

The bed was as soft as clouds, the scent of fresh linens and lavender oil mist wrapping around you. You lay on one side, Tamlin on the other, your back turned to him. You told yourself you’d sleep easily, that you could handle this—handle him being so close. But your body had other plans. You couldn’t stop shifting, your body restless with the knowledge Tamlin was so near yet you were doing nothing about it.

“Stay still,” he growled, voice low, sending a shiver down your spine.

You froze, mortified. “Sorry,” you muttered, but the apology stuck in your throat as you felt his warmth behind you. You realized then that your last shift had pressed your ass squarely against the hard line of his cock.

He let out a slow breath, his hand moving from where it had been clenched at his side to rest on your hip. “It’s… fine,” he said, but his voice was strained, rough.

You swallowed hard, your own breath coming faster. “Tamlin,” you whispered.

His fingers flexed on your hip. “Do you want me to move away?” he asked, but the question was hoarse, as if he feared you would say yes.

“No,” you replied. You most certainly didn’t want that.

For a long moment, he didn’t move. Eventually, his hand slid from your hip to your stomach, his palm warm as it rubbed up and down in a slow, teasing caress. Your back arched involuntarily, pressing you tighter against him.

“Cauldron,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re driving me insane.”

Your hand slipped back to find his thigh, your fingertips tracing the hard muscle there. You hadn’t realized he was in nothing but his briefs. He let out a ragged breath, his hips grinding forward just enough to make you gasp.

“Tamlin,” you said again, your voice breaking on his name. You weren’t sure why you kept calling his name. Did you really want to do this? Your body did, there was no doubt about that, but about when you woke up tomorrow? Would you regret it? Would he?

Your thoughts are halted when he turns your face toward him, his lips brushing your jaw. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You shook your head, your fingers digging into his thigh. “Don’t stop.”

The last thread of his restraint snapped. His mouth claimed yours, hot and hungry, his tongue sweeping in to taste you. His hand roamed up your stomach, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your nightgown, teasing your nipple until you whimpered.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your lips. “I’ve wanted this… wanted you… for so long.”

“I’ve wanted you too,” you gasped, your hips rocking back against him.

He growled low, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your nightgown to find the slick between your thighs. His fingers stroked you, slow and sure, until you were panting, desperate.

“Please,” you whined, turning in his arms to face him fully.

His eyes met yours, there was hint of hesitation, even as his hand worked you expertly. “Are you sure?” he asked again.

You reached for the waistband of his briefs, your hands trembling. “Yes. I want you, Tamlin.”

That was all it took. He pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock, and you lifted your leg to let him settle between your thighs. The first push of him was slow, a groan tearing from his throat as he buried himself inside you inch by inch.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his forehead pressing to yours. “You feel… cauldron, you feel perfect.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your leg hooking around his waist as he began to move. Every thrust drove you higher, his name a litany on your lips as he fucked you deep and slow, his hands everywhere—your hips, your breasts, your face.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice dark and thick with lust.

You met his gaze, and the raw hunger there stole your breath. “Tamlin—” you gasped as your climax built, your body trembling around him.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, his pace quickening. “Come for me.”

Your body tightened, pleasure crashing over you in a wave that had you crying out his name. He followed you moments later, his hips driving into you hard and deep as he found his own release.

After, he held you close, his breath warm against your neck. “You’re mine,” he whispered, a possessive edge to his voice that made your heart race.

You buried your face in his chest, the truth of it settling deep in your bones. “I’ve always been yours,” you whispered back.

Suddenly, you didn’t care about the scheming High Lord who’d forced you into this room. You didn’t care about politics or diplomacy. In that moment, there was only Tamlin—your High Lord, your lover—and the promise of everything that would come after.

[flowersforthemachines]

Useless Veilguard fact of the day: Day 101

All classes in the game have different ambient animations. They are showcased below in the following order: Warrior > Mage > Rogue.

EDIT: some of the animation may also be race-locked and not class-locked. I'll add more to the post once I investigate the situation.

[heyimkana]

Jinwoo and S/O’s daughter is so cute and sweet! After learning how to craft flower crowns, she takes the time everyday to make some for everyone, and I mean EVERYONE. Her papa, mama, Beru, Igris, and soon this extends to the other Shadow soldiers, etc. In the Shadow Realm, every soldier that has a flower crown is just grabbing to every non-flower crown soldier that they have crowns while they have none. This starts a mini civil war.

STOPPPP THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE OMG imagining beru igris iron tank and tusk walking around with their little flower crowns 🥺🥺🥺🥺

i know for certain they wear it PROUDLY on their heads like it's an actual golden crown. maybe beru got one first and he was like "with this diadem upon mine head, I am of greater nobility than all of ye" like he'd be SO ANNOYING about it, he'll walk around with his chin held high, cackling maniacally and looking down at anyone he passes by and igris iron tusk and the rest were just jealous AF but then on the next day everyone suddenly has one and beru is crying to his princess cause he thought he was special pffffttt he wished

also i feel like jinwoo would be low-key (read: high-key) upset that he got the same kind of crown like everybody else but then his wife secretly made him another one that's made out of pretty red roses and she places it on his head, smiling so beautifully at him as she says, "i made this one for you, honey"

and he's like blushing but also confused "red roses? why?"

"because they represent eternal love 🥰"

"i'm... your eternal love...? 🥺"

and she rolls her eyes and kisses him

[glassedplanets]

Can you do it, Drifter? Can you make the Man with the Golden Gun the villain in the eyes of those who would tempt the Dark?

redraw!

[velidewrites]

One of my favorite things about Vermilion is that I’ve tricked the girlies into thinking he’s the good Vanserra. The tormented lover. The misunderstood. But you can’t erase that look in his eyes — the one they all share, whether they want it or not. Don’t be fooled by his pretty face. Vermilion can and will kill without giving it a single thought.

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I’m sharing another piece from my WIP folder! I started this last month for expression practice and never got around to finishing it

[wavaur]

cinna on the ground monday

[lyssasdrafts]

who’s the cute guy with the shadows and the large bat wings like

[seagull-scribbles]

And you think that makes you unique?