#rhysand can eat a dick

[dippedinmelancholy]

Honestly, I wish SJM had stuck with the "animalistic fae" of ToG for ACOTAR. Maybe it's just me, but it made it more immersive and understandable when they did not react like normal people. They were clearly "other" and not playing at being the most morally correct while actually being totally shit people.

[spacerockfloater]

Cassian had been eating an early breakfast with them this morning when Rhys had gotten the bill for Nesta’s night out. When Rhys had read each item aloud. Bottles of rare wine, exotic foods, gambling debts …

Oh, do shut the fuck up people. You’re acting as if Nesta requested three muscled, naked, oiled up, male sex workers come to her table and feed her whipped cream with their dicks. She ordered fucking food and drinks for fuck’s sake. The horror! You’re building a fifth mansion, you can afford to pick up the tab you cunts, especially after she fought your fucking war for you. Boo fucking hoo.

Feyre had stared at her plate until silent tears dripped into her scrambled eggs.

Now, what the actual fuck is this grown ass woman crying about? Bitch, pull your melodramatic self together. You’re acting as if Nesta made the front page of the local newspaper for being a serial killer. Calm the fuck down. Your husband is reading you a fucking bar’s bill, for crying out loud. A private bill, that was available only for you to see, until your toddler of a partner decided to let everyone know about it. Like, the only acceptable reason for you to shed a tear is realising you’re shackled to this piece of shit for eternity.

Cassian knew there’d been previous conversations—fights—about Nesta. About whether to give her time to heal herself, as they’d all believed would happen at first, or to step in. But as Feyre wept at the table, he knew it was a breaking of some sort. An acceptance of a hope failed.

Yes, because we all know that the only two ways of helping a traumatised person are either leaving them completely alone with their self destructive tendencies and excluding them from our lives (not a single painting of Nesta in Feyre’s home, pity job offers from Rhys, just superficial attempts of Feyre inviting Nesta to witness her perfect new life and house but no true attempts at connecting with her) or stripping them off of every bit of freedom and forcing them to do unpaid physical labour. Now every hope is obviously lost!

It had required all of Cassian’s training, every horror he’d endured on and off the battlefield, to keep that same crushing sorrow from his own face.

Cassian, for the millionth time, I hope someone throws your hypocritical ass in a deep fryer as soon as possible. Looking forward to Elain’s prophecy coming true.

Rhys had laid a comforting hand on Feyre’s, squeezing gently before he looked at Azriel, and then Cassian, and laid out his plan. As if he’d had it waiting a long, long while.

Rhysand, you sly, manipulative snake, you. You never fail to disgust me. Aiming to break your own fucking wife apart so that she, in her vulnerability, goes along with your pre-prepared schemes, while simultaneously acting as if you’re her shoulder to cry on when you’re in fact the reason she’s crying, is actually nauseating. And I thought Tamlin was the beast! Rhysand is the worst thing that ever happened to Feyre. At the very best, they deserve each other. And that’s me being generous.

[nebarious]

Rhysand: Y/n what is your favourite part of azriel?

Y/N: His dick do I even need to explai-

Azriel: *blush* really?

Rhysand: No! Aside from that?

Y/N: His tongue. He really eats me out, so goo-

Rhysand: Other than that, please!

Y/N: His fingers those things can do wonde-

Rhysand: I give up my innocent sister is long gone

Y/N: The shadows, especially when he uses them to tie-

Rhysand: No more, please, sister, stop!

Y/N: His eyes!

Rhysand: Now that's an answer! Why his eyes, then?

Y/N: When they darken as they roam my body, and it makes me feel thin-

Rhysand: *walks out*

Cassian: My boy keeps on winning

[wildandsmile]

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 ☆ 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬; 𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

🗯️ cassian, lucien, tamlin, azriel, rhysand, eris. spanking, praise, dirty talk, breeding kink, degradation, oral(receiving), sub x dom relationships, wrote this at like 2am so it’s not the greatest thing i’ve ever produced. enjoy!

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 —

• loves to tease you, especially while you’re busy.

• reading? no you’re not. cassian is busy chatting away in your ear, whispering filthy things that would make asmodeous blush.

• takes you anywhere and everywhere, especially when you two first mated. it drove everybody else crazy.

• likes quickies. nuts inside you everytime.

“cass.. cassie! slow down, slow down!” cassian groans as he ruts into you, hard and fast and so perfectly deep you feel like you can touch the stars blurring your vision. “shhh, baby.. you’re gonna get us caught. is that what you want? want rhysie to see me fucking your brains out?” he held you up against the lounge room wall, the lounge room that was less than two doors down from rhysand’s office, where he was holding a serious meeting. a meeting cassian was supposed to be at, but he had ditched to bury himself inside your welcoming pussy. “shit.. squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” he groaned into your ear, keeping a firm grip on your ass. “cassian..” you whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders, near his wings. a shiver ran down his spine and he gave a particularly hard thrust into your heat, and you cried out loudly. cassian slapped his hand over your mouth, resting his forehead against yours. “fuck. gonna cum inside you.” he grunted, roughly shoving himself into your dripping heat over and over again. his thumb caught against your clit and he began rubbing feverish circles against it, drawing you to an orgasm. you cried against his hand as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you, filling your womb. “fuck.. that’s my girl.”

𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 —

• loves fucking you slow.

• worships your body from head to toe, kissing every single part of you until you’re shaking and begging him to make you cum.

• EATS. IT.

• biggest munch alive. would happily spend the next two thousand years of his life buried between your thighs with his tongue lapping against your cunt.

• doesn’t like quickies but will do them if you need. knows how to make you cum in twenty seconds flat.

• praises you like crazy.

rhys laid you down on your shared bed gently, pressing a kiss against your ankle. you sat up on your elbows and gazed at him as he unlatched the hook on your high heel, pulling it off and soon doing the same with the other. “rhys.. what’s the matter?” you asked softly, reaching out to run your hand through his soft hair. “am i not allowed to love my wife?” he discarded your heels and crawled on top of you, pulling the skirt of your dress up over your hips and letting it rest on your stomach. he got down and pressed his lips against your clothed cunt, kissing above your clit. he reveled in the way your body reacted to his touch, twitching and relaxing under him. “i love you..” you muttered. he smirked against your heat, hooking his fingers over the waistband of your panties and pulling them down to your ankles, discarding them as he did your heels. “i know.” he went for your clit immediately, making you moan and arch your back. “you’ll never question my love for you when i’m done.”

𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 —

• shadows.

• knows your body like the back of his hand

• is canonically a slut. knows how to please a woman but can get impatient.

• will fuck you with half his dick to get you used to him at first.

• chokes you. loves seeing your pretty throat underneath his hand.

• his shadows whisper in your ears and trail along your body while he defiles you.

• begs you to sit on his face.

it’s cold all around, but the temperature doesn’t reach your skin. azriel’s shadows wrapped around your naked body, slinking over your breasts and dipping between your legs as azriel’s large hands held your thighs open. he positioned himself between your legs, reaching one hand to begin jerking himself off. his gaze roamed over your supple flesh, arched back and glossy lips looking so perfect for him. he had eaten you out prior, making sure you were relaxed and wet enough to take him. “ready?” he groaned, finding it increasingly difficult to restrain from touching you. “yes..” he slipped inside of you immediately, slowly pressing each inch inside of you. the stretch hurt in such a good way. you’d never fully get used to the feeling of him. “shit.. good.. that’s good. you’re taking me so well, princess.” he groans as his shadows swirl around your neck. it’s imposing, an arousing threat. azriel places his hand over your throat and squeezes gently. “like that?” he asks. you whimper as he begins picking up the pace, fucking into you feverishly. “like that, huh? you like being fucked like this?” he asks repeatedly, but you can’t respond. can only nod and whimper and choke on your moans. “good.. take it.”

𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧 —

• rough but gentle and romantic sometimes.

• loves being buried inside of you.

• prefers to fuck in the bedroom but will take you out in the garden.

• loves it when you say his name. chooses you every calanmai but refuses to marry you.

• loves spanking your ass.

“say my name, baby.” he growls, his grip on your hips borderline bruising as he ruts into you from behind. he lands a slap against your ass cheek, leaving a red print. “say it.” “tam! tamlin..!” you cry out, face-down-ass-up for your high lord. “fuck.. yeah, baby. takin’ my cock so good. made for it.” he mumbles from behind you, the sound of your wet cunt and his pelvis slapping against your ass filling the room. the bed lurched forward each time he thrusted into you, filling you up perfectly, nearly kissing your cervix. he leaned forward and pinched your clit, making you jerk and cry out. “cum for me, baby. now. cum for me.” he growls, picking up speed and railing you so hard you felt that your back would give. your cunt clenched around him so hard you were seeing stars, but what sent you over the edge was one more swipe over your clit and one more swat at your ass. you fell apart on his cock, spasming as he emptied himself inside of you. he stayed sheathed in your cunt for a few moments before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your temple. “good girl.. did so good for me.” he wrapped his arms around you and the feeling of his breath on your neck sent a shiver down your spine. “love you, baby.”

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 —

• the most gentle and attentive lover EVER.

• won’t cum unless you do.

• he whimpers.

• charming, so charming. got you to fall in love with him by weaving you a bracelet made of dandelions.

• praises you sooo much. is absolutely pussy whipped and head over heels for you.

• big dick. fucks with fire in his veins. is always warm.

“are you okay?” lucien asks. he was above you in the sprawling grass of the autumn court, in one of the autumn estate’s many gardens. he caged you between his arms as you lied on your back in the soft grass, amongst the leaves. the soft breeze brushed past your naked bodies, making your nipples peak. “yes.. i’m perfect, lucien.” you leaned forward to press your lips against his smooth, sun-kissed skin as he gently thrusted into you, sighing and mewling in pleasure. you embraced each other as he picked up the pace a bit, keeping a steady balance between going fast and deep. you moaned, a serene feeling spreading over your body, making you smile. his hand intertwined with yours as his cock began twitching inside of you. “god.. beautiful, i’m gonna cum.” you squeezed his hand as he leaned down to kiss your neck, sucking it gently. you smiled like a fox, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “let’s cum together.” and that you did. your words pushed him over the edge and he pulled out as you reached your peak, spilling his load all over your stomach and beneath breasts. he was breathing hard as he laid himself next to you, gathering you up in his arms. “i love you.” you smiled. “i love you too, lucie. but you’re crushing my leg.”

𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬 —

• breeds. you.

• LOVES to fuck you on his fathers throne.

• loves to parade you around the autumn court and take you with him when he goes to visit the night court. you’re just so pretty, how could he not show off his beautiful mate?

• is surprisingly gentle and caring behind closed doors. is obsessed with you.

• tits. loves tits. basic boy. boobs = happiness.

“there you go.. ride me, whore. fuck.” eris’ calloused hands grasped roughly at your boobs as you rode him, making you moan and whimper. “eris..” you mewled. he grunted and moved his hands down to your hips. he gripped them and began thrusting upwards into you, hard. the sound of your wet cunt reverberated against the walls, echoing around the throne room. eris took you in his father’s throne for the third time that week while beron was away attending business that neither of you cared to know the reason for. “fuck. you like that? like it when i fuck this perfect cunt?” he asked, tweaking your nipples between his fingers roughly before taking one into his mouth, sucking harshly. “yes!” you cried, grasping onto his shoulders as you slammed your hips down onto him each time he thrusted up. “that’s a good whore.. want me to fill your womb? make you bare my heir? huh?” you nodded your head, unintelligible nonsense about wanting to be a good incubator for him falling from your lips. he smirked as he watched you babble and felt your hips stutter as you neared climax, your walls tightening around him. “good.. take it, slut.”

[readychilledwine]

Surprises

Summary - Azriel has been itching to touch his High Lady for a long time. (Azriel x Tamlin's sister OC x Rhysand)

Warnings - NSFW - minors DNI, porn with little plot, oral (male and female receiving), shadow play, wing play, over stimulation, anal play, dirty talk, Rhys being a slight pleasure dom.

A/n - so I *may* have forgot there is a character named Briar in the series already, but figured with allowing the Tamlin x Elain crackship (which I'm not overly a fan of but can see Elain so happy in spring and allowed it for this) I might get forgiven. There's potential for this to have a fairly um plot lacking part 2. Just let me know what you think.

Part 2

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If Briar died now, she'd die happy.

Rhys currently had his head buried in her cunt, eating her like a man starved while she begged and pleaded to cum.

She caught the peonies in the vase out of the corner of her eye. They were blooming rapidly as her pleasure took over.  My little Springling still can't control her flowers when I'm playing with this pretty pussy, can she?

Her only response to her mate was a loud whimper as he sucked and licked her clit, eyes never leaving hers as she leaned up on her elbows to watch.

400 years, and I will never tire of the taste of you on my tongue. He pushed two fingers into her, making her cry out his name. So tight and wet. Is this all for me, Briar?

"Yes, daddy. It's always for you. I'm yours." The high lord moaned around her swollen and abused clit at the words. She'd already came twice for him, but he wanted more. He wanted her begging him to stop. He got off on the tears she'd cry from over stimulation and edging, and he wanted those big tears tonight. He wanted her so far gone she could only cry. Say the word and we stop. 

"Yes daddy," she sighed softly before leaning back down. Moaning loudly as he continued sucking, licking, and finger fucking her to another orgasm. 

This third one was always the hardest to get from her, but once it happened, she'd be putty for him. And that thought alone as he pushed against the spongy part of her core that made her see stars .Rhys got off on Briar's pleasure. He ate her pussy because it pleased HIM to watch her squirm. To watch her beg. To watch her Spring Court magic unleash itself on the flowers he kept in the room for that exact purpose. They bloomed beautifully as she reached her peak, and based on the twitching and clenching of her walls, the sound of his name falling from her lips like a prayer, the way the peonies had fully opened, and her thoughts of nothing but Rhys wrecking her, she was almost there. 

And then a knock came on the door, making them stop and Rhysand growl loudly. The knock was followed by the sound of a deep cold voice, "Rhys, I'm really sorry, but the other high lords are here. In the townhouse. Like right now. They're all here. With their parties. They're all in the great hall you added on. They've agreed to your meeting, but want to do it on their terms. Feyre, Cass, and Lu are doing the best they can to entertain them."

Briar whimpered in frustration due to Rhysand stopping. He shot her a look, Do not whine like a brat, or I will not let you suck my dick for a week. Her lip trembled at the thought. 

He kept his fingers pumping in and out of her, curling and hitting the perfect spot before adding his thumb to circle gently around her clit. He could smell Azriel's arousal when Briar moaned again and smirked slightly.  He knocked gently on Azriel's shields, his brother allowing him in instantly. She's been thinking about it more and more, Azriel. Maybe she just needs the right surprise and motivation.

Rhys watched her arch her back before verbally responding, "When did they get here? Is my wonderful brother in law here as well?"

Azriel was about to undo his belt, and take care of the problem listening to Briar's cries was creating, but stopped himself.  She was his high lady, his best friend. He would not do this, "Lucien's message came to the House of Wind maybe 10 minutes ago. You warded the house so heavily I had to fly in since you did not answer when any of us called. Yes, Tamlin is here."

Rhysand's smile went feral, "Give me 5 minutes, Azriel. The High Lady is almost done. Feel free to come watch." 

Azriel was surprised, but never one one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He opened the door immediately and went to the chair at the desk across from the bed. 

Briar's long blonde curls were around her like a golden halo. Her back arched as Rhys began eating her out again. Her panting was rapid and heavy, her breasts bouncing lightly as she lowered her back to bed. She felt like her skin was on fire under Azriel's watchful gaze. He was memorizing every dip and curve of her, a hand resting under his chin as a soft smirk played on his face.

Do you want him to touch you baby? Briar whined and nodded. She felt Rhys chuckle softly into her clit purposely making her moan again. Call for your spymaster, little mate.

"Azriel," hazel eyes met green as Briar held her hand out to the shadowsinger, "Please. Need you." He blinked a her, a single dark brow arching as if to challenge her. "Az, please. So close. Need you."

He moved slowly at first until Rhys came into his head. She wants you to touch her Azriel. Would you rather taste her or have her taste you?

Cauldron boil me Rhys. You know what I'm going to pick. And the high lord did, he pulled off and out of Briar making her sigh sadly again but not whine as she watched her husband crawl up her body. 

"You're going to get on your hands and knees. You're going to sit that delicious cunt on Azriel's face. And you're going to suck my cock like a good little girl. Am I understood?" 

"Yes daddy." The three of them moved in sync and Azriel growled the second he had Briar in tasting distance. 

She was dripping, new heat hitting her core at how taboo this was. "Sit on my face, Briar." Rhysand gently pushed her shoulders lowering his mate on to Azriel's waiting mouth and tongue. 

The groan of pleasure that left Azriel the second her essence hit his tongue made Briar cry out loudly. Immediately, Azriel had his tongue buried inside of her walls, teeth gently grazing her swollen nerves. Rhys pulled his cock from his boxers and tapped the head on Briar's lips. "Open now." 

She parted her lips, immediately coming to lick off his precum.  We must be quick, my love. We can't have them waiting too long.

If he keeps doing whatever he's doing down there, I'll be done in seconds. Rhys laughed darkly and relayed the message to Azriel as he brought his wife's hair into a make shift ponytail and began slowly fucking her mouth. He groaned softly as shadows began playing with Briar's nipples. "Such a spoiled girl." Rhys thrusted harshly into her mouth making her gag.

Azriel smirked from below her and doubled down on his efforts, Briar was constantly moaning around Rhysand as he forced her to deep throat him, his eyes shutting, head thrown back in pleasure as she gagged and swallowed around him. Azriel began to tease her other puckered hole with his shadows. The second she started grinding her hips, moaning around Rhysand's cock, he asked his brother, Can I? 

Fuck her like a whore, Az. Give her a little taste of what this would be like. Azriel commanded the shadow, it pushed into Briar's ass and began gently fucking her while Azriel continued eating her cunt. It was dripping consistently now, and he was drinking every ounce he could, his tongue licking her inner walls. He undid his leather bottoms, pulling out his own cock and fisting it in time with his tongue in her cunt.

Rhysand looked down at Briar from his long lashed. Her eyes were brimmed with tears, her face red as she choked on his member, lips swollen with saliva falling on her chin. She was moaning around him like a well trained whore, and below her?

Below her was one of his favorite sights in the world, Azriel eyes shut in bliss, cock in his hand, he was practically drowning in Briar's juices. His wings flaring with joy, shadows circling her perfect body. Rhys has wanted to watch the two of them for a century now. But Gods his brother and her moaning together was almost too much. 

He could tell she felt guilty though. Guilty Az was not being stimulated since she couldn't see behind her. Her fingers twitched before slowly reaching down. She found the hard ridge of his massive wings and ran the backs of her fingers on it. Azriel and Rhysand both groaned at the sight. The scarred hands tightening down on her thighs while her husband's pulled her hair tighter.

Is this okay? She knew their wings were precious. She would never want to violate Azriel. 

"He wants you to play with him, my spider lily. Keep going. Show him how good you want him to feel." Rhysand's voice was breathy. She could tell by his twitching cock, the sloppy thrusts, and the vile things leaving his mouth he was close.

And so was she. She continued moan from Azriel's thick tongue and skilled mouth pulling her apart while his shadow fucked her rarely used hole. Dragging deliciously inside of her and making the efforts of Azriel's tongue feel doubled.

Azriel was moaning from her fingers gently massaging the sensitive parts of his wings, and from her pleasure. He was close. He would have came just from getting to watch Rhys and Briar. This was a surprise he had not been expecting, though, and he knew he would not last long.

Rhys moaned, whispering the dirtiest things as he continued roughly fucking the Daughter of Spring's throat. He could have died a happy male, right here, right now. Watching his wife struggle with all three of her holes filled, watching Azriel's hips buck his cock further into his hand as she played with his wing, then she touched Rhysand's wing, and he knew. He knew he was in for the end game. Make daddy cum, Briar. You know the spot.

Briar found the spot she wanted on Azriel first. It was the same spot she was now reaching for on Rhysand's own left wing. The second she tapped it on both of the wings, the males fell over the edge. Rhysand shoved her head fully onto his cock, coming undone deep down her throat. Whispering her name over and over as she swallowed his seed and never broke eye contact with him. Briar moaned, swallowing the salty liquid. She continued giving Rhys soft sucks in time with his hips twitching.

Azriel growled and whimpered from his high into Briar's cunt before latching directly onto his high lady's clit to make her fall over the edge as he came on his hand and leathers.  "Cum for him Briar." It was her high lord, mate, and husband's command that finally gave her the ability to cum on Azriel's waiting tongue. Rhys pulled out of her mouth allowing Azriel to hear her soft cries of his name name he allowed her to grind her hips on his face. 

"Azriel! Fuck! Gods yes!" Rhys caught Briar as her body gave out, finally falling too far over the edge of bliss. Her legs were shaking around Azriel's head as he held her thighs in place and worked her body through her high, allowing her inner walls to twitch on his tongue and greedily lapping each drop of her juices down. Rhys was in her ear, praising her as he held her chin and watched her eyes as she fell into an over stimulated haze.

He finally picked her up, allowing Azriel to sit up. "What do you say, Briar?"

Her cock drunk eyes hit Azriel as she smiled softly, "Thank you."

He nodded, "Anything for my high lady. I'm going to change and let them know you're on the way." With that sentence he was gone, Rhys giving him a scent shield so no one would know what just happened. 

He snapped a true night court dress on Briar. It was a thin black gossamer with hand sewn gems making it look as though she was covered in stars. Her body was mostly exposed. Everyone would see the marks he had already left on her. He fixed her golden crown before snapping clothing on himself.  He leaned down kissing his wife and mate deeply waiting for Azriel to give the okay.

They're all seated and ready whenever you are.

Winnowing now. Rhys pulled Briar to him, smirking at her flushed freckled cheeks, her wide doe eyes pleading for more. The next several hours would have to be mental stimulation, teasing touches. A big built up, he had decided, until the two of them were alone again, hopefully with a spymaster in tow.

He winnowed them directly into the town house and pulled away from her when they hit their destination. He led her into the hall by the small of her back. The inner circle all stood next to two empty chairs. Lucien took one look at Briar and had to school his reaction before sneakily giving Rhys a thumbs up.

"How nice of you all to join us here," Rhys faked the pleasantries as he greeted them all. "I'm sure my mate will forgive all of you for ruining the evening we had planned for our anniversary. Come, Briar Darling." They moved to sit. Taking the long way to their side. 

The room was silent. Tamlin's face had gone red as soon as the scent of his sister and Rhysand hit him, Elain giggled in the seat next to him. Helion was holding back laughter as he looked at the cock dazed high lady. Kallias and Viv had their mouths covered, eyes sparkling with glee. Rhys sat her in the chair meant for her before kneeling down in front of her.

"Briar Darling, are you with us?" Briar just sighed softly and kissed Rhysand making the Lord of Autumn scoff and Eris smirk. "Wonderful. That means my influential cock and I had almost gotten to do my job." A few laughs filled the room as Rhys winked to Beron. 

He tapped into Azriel's mind, And that you did yours wonderfully brother. Come back tonight so we can finish what we started. 

Azriel's wings fluttered in joy as Briar smiled softly at him. To the outside world, it appeared the High Lady was just acknowling her known sworn sword, but Azriel and Rhys knew what she was thinking as Rhysand poured in filthy inner thoughts into Azriel's mind. With pleasure brother. 

Rhysand moved into his own seat, his mate curling her legs into the chair and snaking an arm around his as she leaned into his shoulder. He leaned back, joking behavior gone as he put a hand on Briar's exposed leg, and stroked her outer thigh gently, "Welcome to my townhome, and welcome to Velaris, the City of Starlight. It is the gem of the Night Court. I would have prepared a tour and meal at one of Briar's favorite places to take newcomers had we known you all were coming, but we will make do with what we have." Lucien handed him the paperwork Rhysand had drafted for this meeting.  "Shall we get started?"

[keepittoyourshelf]

Since the algorithm on my various socials thinks I actually want to see a ton of people simping over Rhys and ACOTAR, let’s get down to the bones of why that algorithm is fucked beyond all comprehension, shall we?

I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m pro-Tamlin, not in the sense that I approve of what he did, but from the place that I believe he’s worthy of forgiveness in the same way any of the men that SJM otherwise glorifies in her work is worthy of it for any of their transgressions.

I shouldn’t have to do a paint by numbers thing here to make this obvious, but based on the actual text written by SJM in her own words, Tamlin has objectively done nothing better or worse than Rhysand has.

The big complaint is his temper, of course, and pro-Rhysies love to bullshit about how the red flags were all over book 1 and SJM is such a master at foreshadowing.

He locked Feyre in a house against her will to protect her, when she clearly didn’t want to be caged. How is that any worse than Rhysand…drugging her and making her give him lap dances, in order to protect her, when she clearly didn’t want to be dancing naked in front of strangers?

Go on. I’ll wait for your rationalization.

Rhysand’s whole shtick was that he’s only playing the villain to keep Velaris (and only Velaris) safe…those fucks in the Hewn City can eat a bag of dicks, right? But tell me again how Tamlin is the really bad one for enforcing a tithe because it’s unfair to those who can’t afford it (fair point). But Rhysand chooses to save the one city in his court that has zero problems. Let’s let those that might already be suffering from poverty get kidnapped and tortured by a psychopath. That’s probably better than a tithe, right?

And let’s not forget how Tamlin mocked Feyre and Rhys at the High Lords meeting. While funny, it was in poor taste. At least Rhysand didn’t publicly mock Tamlin. He had the decency to do it privately when he went out of his way to go to a deeply troubled man’s house and, in the midst of an obvious mental health crisis, not only had the gall to ask for resources from a man that has no resources because his own wife fucking destroyed them out of spite, but proceeds to rub in his triumph over a man that has nothing left. Nothing to see there, right?

Even if you could ignore all of that (and you’d have to be willfully fucking thick to do so, which a lot of these people are), I shall leave you with Tamlin’s role as a spy for Hybern. That’s obviously supposed to be a real shock because TaMliN BaD at this point, so why would anyone believe him? It’s not like he had a really good explanation like Rhys gave when he murdered literal children and innocents just to ensure Amarantha didn’t know how noble he actually was. Right? RIGHT?! And it’s not like anyone would have a harder time believing someone who had played evil and done actually evil things for the “greater good” (a collectivist dog whistle if there ever was one) for fifty fucking years over the dude that suddenly goes bad after being a progressive and respected high lord for the same period of time? I mean, it’s not like we’re dealing with severe mental anguish and trauma here. That’s crazy talk.

Shadow Daddy does no wrong. Even when he does. Because reasons.

Those idiots on TikTok making stupid videos showing their bf’s being all shocked and I KNEW IT when Tamlin “turns” can chew glass along with all those dipshits selling mugs that say “Tamlin’s Tears” on Etsy right next to merch glorifying a man that literally gaslit his soulmate into believing that forced drunken naked lap dances were actually a good thing, when you think about it.

SJM isn’t a master of foreshadowing. She’s a sloppy writer of moderately entertaining fiction that has a kink for glorifying severely unhealthy behaviors without the benefit of a trigger warning.

Fuck off if you think that’s all okay and think that anyone that says Tamlin isn’t any worse comparatively is the crazy one. Projection is a real disorder. Look it up. Right after you order your 543rd Rhysand candle.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar characters loving a plus size reader

NSFW bc of descriptors. But like, actual smut? Nah. also body worship vibes but again, not Explicit.

Azriel: if he could spend eternity between your thick thighs, it would never be enough. Whether that be his head, hand, shadows, dick, anything. He lives for it. He loves you in any clothes (especially his) but seeing you in a cute little sundress while he stuffs his cock into your cunt? Heaven on earth for this man. 

Cassian: this man loves your hips oh my. He loves when you wear his shirts and your plush hips just peek out from the shirt. It’s a tantalizing mystery that he has to solve every time. Aka, whenever he sees it, he will eat you out. Either against the wall or in bed, always private because he refuses to let anyone else see you the way he does. 

Rhysand: this man loves your arms. yall know that one jessica chastain and oscar isaac clip? Rhys always does that to you! He purposefully buys you dresses that will show them off! When you made your mating/wedding bargain with him, he made sure the tattoo did not cover your beautiful skin there. He loves holding your arms above your head while he pounds your body into the mattress. 

Feyre: sit. on. her. face. She’s so in love with your size! Your thighs? She could die perfectly happy! Your tummy? Oh my Gods, the most beautiful sight to her is when she’s eating you out and can see those thighs quivering and stomach trying to catch a breath. She loves you in any type of clothes, but seeing you wear a dress? She’s floored every time. 

Morrigan: your stretch marks are everything to her. She loves kissing them and tracing them with her tongue. She loves when you wear a netted or mesh fabric that shows them off a little bit. Whenever you wear revealing clothes that show them, she always has a hand on them, tracing them delicately with her fingers just imagining the sounds you were going to make that night while she fucked you. 

Amren: She would never, in a million years, say it to your face; but she loves your cheeks. Both your ass and face. She loves how squishy and red your cheeks get when she fucks you (again, both of them). She loves the cellulite, the stretch marks. You look like a statue from her time. You’re her home. 

Nesta: Her and Cassian have a type, it’s the hips. She loves when you wear a skin tight cotton dress. She can see the outline of your perfect body, the fabric hugging every curve that she is dying to sink her teeth into. She does bite in bed, but she can’t help it. How dare you look so fucking hot that she can’t contain herself? 

Elain: elain isn’t one for vulgarity, but my gods your tits. She constantly has to catch herself from just face planting into them because she loves it there. A lot of times if you’re sitting at a counter or standing in a mirror, she’ll just walk up behind you and cup your boobs in her hands and just squeeze. She cannot help it. 

Lucien: he is an Ass man. He likes having something to grip. He loves watching your skin recoil at the force of his thrusts. You’re just so hot it makes him breathless sometimes. 

Eris: Like Morrigan, nothing, on this earth, makes him weaker than your stretch marks. Every time you have sex he is kissing and tracing, sometimes licking them. He can’t help himself. They’re just so pretty. 

Tarquin: if you ever wanna put this man into cardiac arrest, wear a bikini. Or frankly, don’t wear anything. He will not complain. He’s not really a Territorial Guy, just a smug bastard that smirks and touches you when he knows people want what’s his. If you’re in your bedroom wearing just a robe he will 100% just walk by and untie it just so you don’t have anything on.

[redheadspark]

Can you do prompt 14 with Azriel and his best friend?

A/N - This is great for Azriel, Thanks for requesting this, Anon!

Finally

Summary - Azriel saves the day, in more ways than one

Warnings - Just some fluff!

“So you two….kissed?”

“Did I not just say that, Cas?”

“What?  I’’m making sure I’m getting my story straight!”

You were hiding your face in your hands, completely embarrassed at how Cassian was beyond casual with his whiskey glass in hand, leaned back in his chair as you were sitting in the outdoor area of Ritas.  The rest of the Inner Circle was going to meet up with you all for your monthly dinner, thinking it was a good idea to have it at Ritas that night since the war summer nights were too inviting to not eat there.  Cassian was holding down a massive table and near the terrace, seeing both you and Azriel walked up looking a bit embarrassed.  

Azriel looked more embarrassed, his ears were tinted red and his wings were tucked in far too tight while you were blessing madly along your cheeks and averting your eyes to the ground.  Cassian knew from the very moment he saw you two, something went down before you arrived. 

So you told him.

“Come on, tell me one more time what happened,” Cassian asked in a leisurely manner, chuckling as he took another sip from his drink.  Azriel growled as you huffed and held your glass of wine in a death grip.

“Azriel was meeting me at the shop to walk me here,” You explained calmly.

“As he normally does since you two are besties,” Cassian added, dodging the napkin that Azriel threw at him and laughing, “I’m just saying!  Anyways…continue!”

“My ex saw me leave me the shop, with his girlfriend,” You explained some more, Azriel grumbling a bit from the mention of your ex boyfriend to him.  Being your best friend, Azriel heard all the woes of your ex and what he put you through.  He hated the guy, mostly by associate because he hurt his best friend, but also the guy was well known for knowing how to woe women and not settle.  

Something Azriel knew would never be enough for you, his best friend and secret crush. 

You and Azriel have been best friends since you were teenagers, you befriend him along with Rhysnad and Cassian though your father and Rhysand’s mother and their friendship.  Azriel was the closest to you, and with constant jabs and jokes from the other two Illyrian brutes, you two never really thought about being together. Neither of your cared to listen or feed into the gossip, yet it never really went away as you two went your own ways in careers and professions.  

You still thought of Azriel, you thought of you as his better half and you felt the same.  The feelings lingered when you were young adults and well into your adult years, yet there were always obstacles that were in the way.  He became the Spymaster, you went to open your own shop in the town of Velaris and because successful.  You two stayed in contact with each other, Azriel even ripping you in to being part of the Inner Circle some years back when things were settling back down in Velaris after the Battle against Hybern. 

This ex, the very ex who dumped you after you found out he cheated on you with his own ex, Azriel hated him with everything inside of him,

“That guys a dick,” Cassian grumbled as he drank the rest of the whiskey down in one go, “So he saw you two walking and that’s when you two kissed?

“Well….” You were about to say as you looked over at Azriel and you saw him glare at Cassian.  Your ex was walking with his girlfriend, the very girl he cheated on you with, together wrapped in each other’s arms and looking blissfully happy.  The last you spoke to him was when you threw out his things from your apartment, making it a bit of a spectical in your neighborhood.  He didn’t think of it as a big deal as he gathers his stuff on the ground and waltzed away, ending up with his ex three days later.  

There he was, seeing you walking out of your shop with Azriel and he snorted from the site.  Hw and Azriel were cordial with one another when you were dating your ex, merely because they both wanted you to be happy and you wanted them to play nice.  Azriel thought of him as pompous, and your ex thought of him as a brooding wannabe.  So when Azriel got wind that your ex cheated on you, there was an instant target on his back with no sig of slowing down.  

Azriel saw you look at your ex and have a sour look on your face, and he did the one thing he’s both wanted to do and thought would be appropriate: he kissed you.

“Full on kissed?!” Cassian hissed, trying to contain the smile on his face as Azriel was rolling his eyes and you were fiddling with your wind glass with your fingers, “Man, Az.  Never thought you would be that bold,”

“Cassian, I swear to the Cauldron…” Azriel said to him in a low tone, but the bite was not there in his voice.  In fact, he sounded a bit softer than the scolding tone he had before.  You thought for a split moment that he regretted kissing you, and that was going to break your own heart since you knew your feelings for him were constant for the last century or two.  

But how could it be nothing, the way he kissed you and made your heart sing, how he cradled your face in his palm as he pressed another kiss against your lips and his spare hand wrapped around your waist to pull him in a bit closer.  

It felt like a fever dream, a dream that always plagued your mind as you slept or daydreamed.  Now it came true, in such an unusual way, but it was now exposed to the world as Azriel pulled away and stared dumbfondly at you.  Neither of you saw your ex look away quickly and rushed off with his girlfriend.  You and Azriel were simply watching each other, not saying a word or two and thinking of what to even say to break the tension.  

Azriel broke the tension with a smile, a massive one that was from ear to ear.

“Well this is great news then!” Cassian replied as he poured himself another small drink of whiskey in his glass, “I take it you wanna keep it under wraps from the others?”

“You know the answer to that question,” Azriel replied to Cassian whom nodded his head and laughed.

“I hear you, message received! Your secret is safe with me!” Cassian replied, then looking past you and Azriel and pointing with his hands, “There’s the rest of the group!  I’ll go get them, hang tight love birds!”

He waltzed away from the table before you and Azriel could warn him.  It left you and Azriel awkwardly sitting next to each other, a moment of silence as you finally spoke after a few long moments.

“That went better than I thought,” You hummed, Azriel finally smiling for the first time since you two made it to dinner, “I honestly thought he was going make it worse for us,”

You remembered the pair of you walking over to dinner a few minutes later, train to figure out what you were going to say to the Inner Circle.  Maybe it felt like you two were going to be caught in some kind of scandalous act, since it seemed like you two were the only ones who knew of each other’s feelings.  

“The lady over there just asked if we were a couple,” Azriel commented, gesturing to the older women behind you two as you were walking away from the shop.

“Well, we did just kiss,” You reasoned with him as your steps were echoing along the cobblestone streets.  Azriel smirked. 

“I know, but it’s still cool that we’ve finally been asked, don’t you think?” He asked you in a small coy manner, you had to blush and giggle.

“Oh good, we found you two!”  The rest of the Inner Circle came over to the dinner, happy and looking like they were ready for a good drink and some good food.  Both you and Azriel smiled, not showing it on your faces as the chairs were filled and a server came by to get the drinks of the newcomers.  But under the table, you and Azriel laced your fingers together and never once let go.  It felt right for you two, finally after some centuries of hiding it from one another.

And you two never saw Cassian smile behind his whiskey glass at the site of his two friends finally in love. 

The End

August Prompt Session

[highlordofkrypton]

TALK TO ME ABOUT CASSIAN X TAMLIN BROTP PLEASE?

I WAS IN BED WHEN YOU SENT ME THIS I HAD TO WAIT UNTIL I COULD GET TO A COMPUTER AHHHHH I love talking about this himbroship I'm buzzing where do I even start omg omg

This is 10000000% fanon, but it's good, happy, soft and silly!

Cassian and Tamlin met during the First Hybern War; Rhysand was like 'hey ya'll meet my new friend' and like any normal person Cassian was like OH YEAH, TAMLIN'S NOSE MEET MY FOREHEAD

They ended up wrestling bc the broness called to one another, so obviously they had to test each other

It's now a normal greeting for them for Cassian to barrel into Tamlin and tussle with him; Tamlin loves it because it's the relationship he never had with his brothers

Cassian is THE shorter older brother, he's at least 30 years older than Tamlin, but Tamlin is 6'5"+ and Cassian is built like a BAKED BEAN

Tamlin is definitely the more introverted one because he's insecure, but Cassian will double down on ANYTHING Tamlin says or wants. OH UR VEGETARIAN BRO??? BEANS ARE THE SHIT AND GRASS TOO

Cassian doesn't know what exactly vegetarians eat except grass and beans, he tried once and cried he did not like whatever the hell a 'bean patty' is

Having a friend outside of the Night Court is a really fascinating experience to Cassian because even though they both had different upbringings, they have similar... vibes? Tamlin is quiet and curious, Cassian and loud and will put his hands/mouth on anything to figure out what the hell this new thing is. They both had 2 brothers with a MEH dad, warrior training, they punch first and ask questions later, it's just really cool to connect with someone on that level

It's also nice for Cassian to be able to chill w/ someone else and get an outside POV when he's going through something w/ his brothers

Cassian 10000% percent vibes with Tamlin's let's just fuck off and live in nature, it's very peaceful

Tamlin's great great great great great grandmother is a willow tree who has the hots for Cassian, lots of shh shhh and stroking his face with her vines when he's being so dumb

Cassian is seemingly more hot-headed than Tamlin, but Tamlin is the one with rage issues; it actually helps Tamlin a lot to have a friend who will BLURT OUT the first thing that comes to mind especially when confronted with something shitty like 'YO DUDE THAT'S A FUCKED UP THING TO SAY' and 'OK U WANNA GO?? MET ME IN THE PRYTHIAN PARKING LOT 1V1 ME'

Cassian's bluntness also helps drag Tamlin out of depressive slumps. Trauma can really re-wire someone's brain and make you act out, but Cassian also turns his loud honesty on Tamlin like 'FIRST DON'T TALK ABOUT MY BEST FRIEND LIKE THAT' and 'YOU'RE BEING A DICK is this how you feel or is this a reaction my broski' -- his heavy hand is an excellent contrast to Tamlin's other best friend LUCIEN

The humour shared between Tamlin and Cassian makes zero sense to anyone. At all. They will die laughing at a bag of 70% cacao and Cassian will over the 'o' and they've been laughing at 'caca' for the last 10 minutes. It's very freeing for them.

Tamlin loves fruit, Cassian general does not eat fruit or vegetables. Tamlin introduced Cassian to a giant fruit bat and lied to say 'he's very disappointed u don't eat ur greens' and CASSIAN TOOK THAT PERSONALLY??? he eats mangoes now and other tropical fruits to honour his batcestors bat-ancestors???

Yes, they can have an entire conversation in 'bruh's

IF we transpose this friendship that started in the canon 'Tamlin trained with the Illyrians in the war' to TODAY, Cassian never recovered from the falling out between Rhysand and Tamlin. It's really difficult for him to reconcile what happened to HIS family with his friend he knew, loved and trusted. When Rhysand vanished, his first instinct would have been to go see Tamlin for help (but there's a lot of guilt for not checking on him either since Cassian knew Tamlin didn't have.... a support system like him).

In Modern AU, Cassian and Tamlin have DEFINITELY those ugly shirts wit each other's face on them and their names in ✨GLITTER✨

Fuck it, Cassian gets really into shirt printing and just prints shirts for them for every occasion, they're ugly on purpose -- he also has swim shorts that are just Tamlin's face going 8D all over them

Cassian started the 'BIG STRETCHY' trend whenever Tamlin stretches and it's law EVERYONE DOES IT NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE

Anyway, I love them a lot and ummmm I absolutely not normal about them I will DIE on their bestie hill

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I HOPE U LIKED READING IT AS MUCH AS I LIKED RAMBLING ABOUT IT

[godsfavdarling]

Here's my acosf review. If you enjoy sjm and acotar pls don't read.

Also, this isn't much of a review. I just had to get this out of me.

The review is: this shit stinks just like everybody's arousal in this fucking book. Imagine being able to smell everybody's sex stink all the time. Disgusting.

1. The book should be half as long.

2. It reads like a fanfic and as if it was written by a man at the same time, which is strange, but congrats Sarah! You must be the first to ever achieve that.

3. Nesta is the only thing I liked.

4. Why was this sooooo long?

5. Sarah, please, I'm begging you: stop writing smut and focus on writing a good story.

summary:

In this final (for now) continuation about our favourite group of friends, we get to follow Nesta, Feyre's sister, who's been a million times more interesting from the beginning. Nesta is in her spiraling crazy hoe bitch era and spends some of Rhysand's money, which he doesn't like even though he's the fairy version of Jeff Bezos. Nesta is told she can't be a little hoe anymore and is locked away in one of Rhysand's houses "for her own good."

You see, when Tamlin locked Feyre away in his mansion for her own good, he was a bad, bad fairy. But locking Nesta up is totally okay because they just love her. Thank God she has Cassian around, her pilates instructor, who makes sure she eats well and exercises every day before she goes to this huge af library to put books away. There, she meets some girls who've been through it and try to find peace in their work and community. But Nesta thinks they should start working out.

At last, Nesta has some friends who also love smut. Good for them. Nesta has to find some horcruxes or something to stop some people, something, something cauldron. Anyway, she meets some bad guy and pisses herself <3

Also, Feyre is pregnant, and Rhys is a piece of shit, but I guess he is our favorite book boyfriend, and he can do no wrong.

But who cares about the plot? Most of this book is Cassian's huge veiny schlong and balls hitting Nesta's bare skin. This is what we're here for. Good for them, I guess? I didn't need to know all that, but hey! There's 800 pages! So they had to fill those (just like Cassian fills Nesta every day) since the plot is just kind of there.

Nesta is the best character in these stupid books, and everybody else sucks. Maybe except Az or Elena or whatever her name is. I don't care about Cassian. But thank God he's there to eat our girl out and pound his waaaaaay too big (don't you dare forget how big his fairy dick is) schlong into her beautiful, dripping wet pussy.

At the end, three women who have been doing pilates classes for a few months win some Hunger Games against a bunch of men who have been preparing for this their entire lives. Some evil bitch gets killed in a second, and everybody lives happily ever after.

I am so tired.

[addoration]

Oh! I asked in the comments!!!

I want a Rhysand poem. But I might cry. Because I want to go there. So bad. It hurts.

Idk, Maybe just one about dicks would be cool too.

my friend i love you but there'll be no rhysand... since i haven't read the books and all that. but i'll take the prompt from the comment you left: 'hiraeth' (whether or not i manage to get dicks in there shall remain to be seen...)

there is empty in a place of mass. it is called a heart by most it beats and sings to those i love but when no response is called it decreases in its size by inch and inch and eventually there is Holed in my chest between my ribs a space for grief that has never known. to mourn a thing that never lived or yearn for that which does not exist is just life's subborn tooth ache: i can eat and smile but when my tongue brushes there agony flares.

[write-for-the-moment]

How would Inner Circle (except Amren) characters react to Reader being dominant in bed.

Warnings: so many kinks, mention of sexual trauma, Amarantha, Azriel’s section has a lot of triggers, same with Cassian and Rhysand. Dom!Reader with different genitals. With Mor I only wrote for female!Reader, so be mindful. Read on your risk.

My note: I do not care if characters act is too ooc. It’s my interpretation of them, don’t care if it’s inaccurate. Don’t like it? Then don’t read it.

Text is under the cut!

Rhysand

Confused and hella conflicted. He was used to be the one to bring pleasure to his partner, to be attentive lover. Not be the one to be on the receiving side. So, don’t be shocked if he will be kinda awkward with you. Ask you questions, like “Do I have to stay still? Or…”. If you like an one-night stand, he’s not gonna be comfortable with this. But if you are his lover…

Please, don’t manhandle him. Amarantha did the same thing with him, so he’s not a fan. Gently hold him. Is not opposed of you touching his wings during the act. Don’t bring knifes/anything sharp into bed, please. Light breath play is okay for him. He uses “Red” as his safe word. Don’t bite his neck, it’s a sensitive place for him and was a favorite place for Amarantha to cut him open. Bite his shoulders/chest. Murmurs a lot your name in ecstasy. After all, really okay with everything, as long you don’t set off his PTSD. Becomes really whiny during aftercare, but will drag you back if you try to stop.

If you a guy or someone with a dick, Rhys is really into giving you blowjobs. Deep throat you and be choked a little bit with you. Just a feeling of you inside of him makes him go a little insane. Grab his hips, thrust inside him, but slowly, without hurting him. If you a gal or someone with vagina, make him beg for permission to eat you out. Softly drag your fingers in his hair, quietly command him. Be patient with him. Gently swap at his trembling hands when he unconsciously tries to speed you up. Rhys will whine, but you can easily shut him up with kisses.

Cassian

Also hella conflicted. Not in a fun way. Had a traumatic childhood in war camp with soldiers older then him. It’s ain’t gonna be happening if your not his lover.

Doesn’t like the idea of being under you, so you have to work with him being un top and still control the situation. Hates you manhandling him in any way, so be soft with him. Has a praise kink. Let him know that he’s doing good, while he rides you in any way. Don’t touch his wings, the soldiers did that to immobilize him. He likes when you leave marks on him: lipstick smudges, bite marks, etc. Smell kink: turns on by the smell of your sweat, after the training. Maybe after a while, he would open up to the idea of being under you, but that’s gonna take time and patience. He uses as a safe word a soldier’s name that he killed. Doesn’t like being vulnerable, but don’t want to be alone after sex. Sometimes cries during aftercare and you have hold him in your arms.

If you have a dick, then that’s gonna be tricky. You need to Cassian to relax, like a lot! Kiss him, use relaxing oil to massage him, work with him physically and mentally. He’s gonna be hella uptight, so yeah, use everything you can to help him not be rigged and afraid. Chokes up a little when you inside him in any way, blinks away tears, feeling frustration from his fear and overwhelming sensation of you inside of him. Let him ride you. Curses a lot, when you speed up thrusts and tries to muffle his voice, hiding face in your shoulder/chest. If you strong enough to pick him up in the middle of the sex while also gently hold him, he’s gonna cum really quickly.

If you have a vagina, it will be kinda easy? Control his thrusts, while praise him for his obedience. Joke with him, let him laugh with you to loose him up a little. If you have a big chest, well, suffocate him a little with them. Force him watch you masturbate, while command him not to touch you. Tickle his wings, but don’t use your nails.

Azriel

…yes. Really into that. Doesn’t really care if it’s one-night stand or what. Although, you need to be careful. Az has some extreme masochistic tendencies from his self-loathing. Thinks that it’s completely normal for him to scream in agony during sex. Doesn’t really understands him using safe word, but complies if you press him. Overstimulation kink. Manhandle him, choke him, be fast and forceful with him, he’s not gonna complain. Do not bring wax play/fire play, he will badly dissociate and have after this a panic attack. He likes the idea of you torturing his wings. Knife play also cool for him. Degradation kink? Just be careful in this part, the guy already has some fucked up mentality about himself. His father’s name is his safe word or word “Fire”. Would try to run away from aftercare, so you have to begin this immediately after sex. The act of taking care of him after intense sex is making Az feel raw inside. It feels wrong for him to feel this good and loved after that. You can trap him with hot bath or gently commending him around.

If you have a dick or vagina or whatever the hell kinda genitals you have, fucking hell… Az is obedient. Like really submissive. Every order you give him, he’s gonna do that to the extreme measure. If you order him to not to breath, then he will likely die from suffocation. He likes rough treatment. Painful thrusts, slaps, etc. You can be cruel to him and he’s gonna be satisfied with that. But if you try to be gentle to his body and mind? Be caring lover? He’s gonna crumble. Slowly, blinking in confusion, as you massage him, readying him from you to go inside him, as you kiss him with passion, as you whisper words of encouragements to him… He will definitely try to bait you hurt him, in the attempt to not to lose his mind. But if you continue being gentle to him even after those attempts, he’s gonna be so shocked.

Morrigan (with female! Reader only)

Is okay with that, but not used to this role, really. Doesn’t really care also if you want to a sex for one night or if you her lover.

Eat her out. And, if you want, let her eat you out. Impact play? Lay her on your knees and play with her ass and pussy. Slap them with hands, whips and toys. Control her orgasms. Is not into breath play and any extreme kinks. Doesn’t mind light manhandling. Hm, she’s really likes sex, while being fully clothed. Make her climax while she is in her beautiful red dress, when you are in some party. Smudge her lipstick, cover her body with your perfume, make her dishevel before you go to other guests. Really loves the aftercare. Make her a hot meal, green tea, take a bubble bath with her, wash her hair while she sleepy blinks at you with satisfied grin.

Feyre Archeron

Yes, if you her lover. The one-night stand? No.

Feyre is really fucking tired individual. You will be, if you actively participated in two wars (or was the cause of one of them) after being freshly resurrected from the death and turned into the fae. So, she would gladly give away control to you, especially if you two before the relationship were close friends. Feyre need to trust you 100%, like no shady deals with her, no alcohol involved, no fucking magic drugs.

Feyre is really agile, powerful fae, but with her lover she becomes just… her. The girl, who she stiffened during wars, because everybody needed a damn a saviour, a Curse Breaker. So, pumper her up. She loves romantic gestures, like a night dates with candles and wine, stargazing together, painting and drawing together, training together… Then she would gladly jump on you with your permission beforehand.

Consent in everything to her. Please don’t overstep anything without her knowing. Ask if she comfortable to do a new idea in the bedroom. Doesn’t have a safe word, but a safe signal — in panic she becomes verbally mute, so she signals you to stop by putting her hands in X-pose.

Hates extreme shit. No degradation, she had enough of that from Nesta and nasty fae. No pain, please. Her body is immortal, but she won’t let herself feel in the safest environment pain from someone that she deeply trusts.

Also, don’t fucking bite her.

Likes overstimulation, light manhandling, make out sessions that leave her breathless. Also loves sex that started with relaxing massage. Anal sex also cool for her. Loves leaving marks on your back/receive them from you too. Sometimes her magic goes wild during the fun time, so don’t be shocked if all of the sudden you both surrounded with water butterflies or Feyre is glowing like a sunbeam.

The aftercare with her is simple. Hug her from behind and hold her though the night. Her body becomes really sensitive and she doesn’t want to move, and will loudly whine if you try to leave her. In the morning get for her one thing and only — dark coffee with honey and lavender.



[idealai]

There are layers to what happened UtM that makes me so angry that Feyre’s trauma was never properly depicted and/or addressed. Because giving it the gravitas it deserved, because giving Feyre the space to be properly despairing and afraid and furious, to depict the awful reality of C-PTSD after being sexually abused as a prisoner of war (because take all the glamour and fantastical elements, and that’s why Feyre endured)? It would mean actually SJM and the narrative having to treat what Rhysand did as wrong, no matter his justifications — and that Rhysand effectively an abuser who played a major part in traumatising Feyre, not just Amarantha (or, at the very least, he was an accomplice).

Feyre should have had triggers around paint, around music, around dancing — she should have had that space to mourn what had being taken from her, that things that once brought her joy now only reminds her of her suffering (because in order to reclaim something, Feyre would have actually have to process what happened and mourn before any possibility of reclaimation can happen — and it would have to happen on her terms, not on Rhysand’s). Her triggers should have being goddamn consistent — because for SJM, Feyre’s triggers are somehow always related to Tam Lin and the Spring Court. Note how she is never, ever triggered by Morrigan wearing red, or by the red carpets in Rhysand’s house — by the dancing during Starfall, or by the music playing in the street in Velaris, or by the smell of wine that Mor enjoys at Rita’s. On that note, I seriously suspect, after being drugged by Rhysand, Feyre could never trust any food or drink — food and water (particularly wine) would become a trigger for her. A distrust and a trigger that would be consistent for both the Spring Court and the Night Court; in other words, realistically, she would still be starving herself in the Night Court as well as the Spring Court, refusing to eat any prepared food because she didn’t prepare it herself (and therefore, knows the food and water isn’t drugged).

She should have had nightmares about Rhysand, not just Amarantha. Her lack of memory over what happened with Rhysand should have as a thing that scares the shit out of her — because how can she truly heal and let go of her trauma if she can’t even properly remember and process what happened? You can never, ever convince me that Rhysand taking away her memories is a kindness — only a continued violation, as a way to continue deceiving her (since only he can fully remember that, therefore, dictate what happened and what Feyre experienced — not Feyre herself). And also, speaking from personal experience? C-PTSD is nothing something that a few months of training and some magical dick can cure — trauma like that something that you have to learn to live side-by-side with.

She should have actively tried to kill Rhysand and Morrigan when they kidnapped (and it shouldn’t have being treated as some cute ‘misunderstanding’ — it didn’t matter that Feyre secretly didn’t want to marry Tam Lin, Feyre never gave her consent to Rhysand) — and failing that, and any possibility of physically evading and escaping Rhysand, she should have tried to kill herself. She should have being actually so terrified of Rhysand, and what he has proven capable of doing to her, that she would rather die than to be potentially sexually abused again. Feyre’s fear and terror of Rhysand should have being treated as something very real and justified — not as Feyre being a big meanie who misunderstand’s Rhysand’s good intentions.

It should have taken way, way, way goddamn longer for Feyre being willing to speak and potentially work with Rhysand to save Prythian — let alone to forgive him for what he did to her UtM, let fucking alone to potentially accept a mating bond with him. Rhysand should have being his own trigger, Feyre should have had the worst time being in the room with him (as many abuse survivors find about their own abusers is real life). And if the narrative was going to address how Feyre was abused by Rhysand seriously (not just as some ‘misunderstanding’), then it would have address the existential horror of Feyre discovering that she is now mates to her sexual abuser; that by the magic of their world, her abuser is entitled to her body and to her love, that there is no sanctuary from him (not even within her mind), and that there is severe consequences (socially and physically) to breaking such a bond. Hell, Rhysand being able to access Feyre’s deepest thoughts because of the mating bond and his casual disregard of her boundaries about mind-reading should have being treated as a serious violation alongside what happened UtM. Feyre shouldn’t learn to put up with him invading her privacy, her learning to ‘love’ his mind reading — Rhysand needed to learn that her boundaries are paramount.

Rhysand would actually have to start being honest with her (such giving her the full information to make informed decisions), prioritising her wants and feelings (including treating the possibility of her breaking the bond as a valid option) above his own feelings and addressing what UtM is consistently wrong regardless of intent. It would mean Rhysand understanding that Feyre has every single goddamn right to be angry and upset with him — and by extension, his own suffering at the hands of Amaranatha does not entitle him to Feyre’s forgiveness or a place in her life, as either her ally in saving Pyrthian or as her mate. Which as SJM has proven, time and time again, is impossible because SJM will always place Rhysand’s place in the narrative as a hero and his feelings as paramount to anything else — paramount to Feyre, the supposed protagonist.

I know how people are rightfully upset at how mental health was depicted within ACOSF — especially because Nesta is mistreated and demonised for having a more realistic depiction of C-PTSD. But I would argue that SJM’s lack of care and research about trauma and mental health was present from the beginning — because SJM only wrote Feyre’s trauma has something to serve Rhysand’s story in becoming the man who saves and cures her (notice how Feyre is not able to seek help in processing her trauma or escaping a toxic/abusive relationship from anyone else or someone who isn’t connected to Rhysand positively — it can’t be at the hands of her own family or from others outside of the Spring or Night Court). Feyre’s trauma cannot be something that is inconvenient, messy, deep-rooted, life-long and justified — because that is inconvenient to Rhysand’s narrative as a misunderstood hero.

I’m writing this from the perspective of someone who has had a parent with C-PTSD — people with C-PTSD can have good lives after the trauma (and be wonderful parents and partners, as my Dad is to me and to my mother)… but watching your father suffer from something that’s happened as far back as twenty or thirty or forty years, watching him have to put in the hard work of recovery despite the time that’s passed — it’s heartbreaking. And reading SJM’s writing with both Feyre and Nesta, it becomes so clear how deeply uninformed she is about trauma and mental health as the result of trauma. Reading SJM’s work is exactly like watching D&D’s Game of Thrones — where sexual violence/abuse exists as something to spice up the narrative, as an edgy aesthetic, and nothing more.

… at this stage, I’m going to end up writing trauma-informed fanfic about Feyre and Nesta out of sheer spite (and I’m already writing an original book admittedly as a long ‘eff you’ to SJM and how she wrote about abuse and trauma).

However, major shoutout to @wishcamper and her own trauma-informed take on Nesta Archeron and finally doing some justice to her and Feyre’s stories — fanfic writers like her are the only reason I could ever love the ACOTAR world and their characters, if only for bringing their potential to life in a way that their original author could never dare or think to do.

tbh thinking about feyre being a painter and then Rhys using paint to defile her body UtM. Imagine the thing that brings you the most joy used to make you horrified and miserable only for SJM to completely ignore it and then use that same paint to have Rhys paint on feyre the first time they have sex and Feyre NOT have a weird relationship with her craft as a painter

[crumbledcastle28]

Azriel Shadowsinger: Not Tonight

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader (she/her)

Excerpt: “‘I don’t want you in control. Not tonight. Tonight…’

Your eyes remained locked on his as you sank to your knees. Your dress pooling around your legs.

‘…I want to be.’”

Warnings: MAJOR sub!azriel, I mean major major sub!azriel, smut, sucking dick, face riding, the girl is wearing a corset top, an almost panic attack, the inner circle is here for like two seconds, Feyre says fancy mythology things (probably incorrect), I think that’s it.

A/N: Thank you @cityofidek for requesting my favorite thing to write in the entire fucking world. This is pretty dirty, so I apologize if that wasn’t the intention haha. @leahkenobi just pretend you don’t know me. Thank you to anyone who reads my work. You guys mean the world :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated &lt;3

Azriel Masterlist

(pic from Pinterest)

You followed him into the House of Wind, watching the muscles underneath the cloth of his shirt flex from the strain of his wings. He had a way of walking that was not cocky, but not modest either. You grinned, hearing Emerie’s voice in your head, and feeling the ache already pulsing in your core.

It only got worse when dinner began.

You sat across from him—close enough to touch the tips of his kneecaps with your own—giving you the view you had been waiting for since the day he left.

Broad shoulders, messy hair, tan skin, perfect teeth, hazel eyes, a dusting of freckles, and wings over half the length of Rhysand’s dining table.

You hadn’t seen him for weeks—weeks—and the first night he comes back is the monthly court dinner.

Of course.

You could have sworn the violet in Rhysand’s eyes twinkled with knowing when he reminded you of this, and your nails dug into your palms in hope that you wouldn’t show the weakness he was looking for.

“What?” you asked him, folding your arms defensively. “Is there a problem with that?”

“Not with me,” he replied, grinning like a cheshire. “I can guarantee it is for some else though.”

Rhysand was right. The normally-masked heat of arousal and frustration radiating off of Azriel was apparent to everyone in the room, and the mix of the view of his chest and the feeling of his leg had your own scent nearly overwhelming his.

You locked eyes with him, and visions of what he imagined doing to you coated their burned-hazel tone as bolts of arousal were sent through your bond

The table flipped, your dress ripped to shreds, your back turned to him, and his pace so deliciously slow inside of you that your whines coated the screams in his head. His hands clutched around your breasts, fitting every inch in his palms easily, and his hot breath against your ear, whispering how much he fucking missed you and needed you—

“Let’s eat,” Rhysand said, clearing his throat awkwardly. You jolted in your seat, blinking rapidly.

Azriel’s gaze never left yours. All he did was smirk.

~*~

You would thank the gods every day for Cassian, because if he hadn’t been distracting Azriel every two seconds with a question about Briallyn’s whereabouts, your self-control would have shattered.

His glances. His presence. His cologne. His mouth. His tongue. His throat. His hands as he sipped his wine.

All of them affected you. All of them.

And you knew, from both the look in his eye and the weeks of being apart, that he expected nothing less.

And he was so fucking smug about it.

You ground your teeth, breathing heavily, practically fuming, as conversations continued on around you. Cursing yourself for the way he was playing you, and winning.

Your dress was too tight, his gaze was too hot, and the voices around you were beginning to choke you from the inside out. So much so that Feyre’s call of your name completely passed over you.

“Y/N,” she called again, stern enough to make you jump. Your fork dropped from your hand, clattering against your golden plate. You faced her quickly and placed your hands in your lap.

She could sound like a High Lady when she wanted to. You tended to forget that.

“I am sorry Feyre,” you said, shaking your head. You tried to swallow down your daze. “Do you need something?”

She smiled, sweetly, but there was something beneath her gaze. Your heart pounded that much quicker.

“Yes,” she said, still sustaining her grin. “I was wondering if you knew of the goddess Nemesis?”

The sounds of eating, chewing, and talking, went suddenly silent.

This proved to you that her question had nothing to do with what she was previously talking about. Luckily, it seemed that Rhysand was just as confused as you were. Your throat tightened, so much so it became hard to swallow.

Feyre was your friend, and you could see in her eye that she had some sort of agenda behind the question, so you tried your best to play along with whatever she was getting at.

“Ye-yes, yes I know of her,” you said, finding your voice. “The goddess of retribution.”

“Yes,” Feyre replied. “And the daughter of Nyx.”

You nodded. She smiled wider, and the reflection of the setting sun in her pale-blue eyes reminded you how much of a goddess she was herself.

“Are you familiar with her involvement with the hunter Narcissus?” she asked, and sipped her wine. You didn’t know how it was possible for someone to drink and grin at the same time.

“Yes, I am,” you began. “Narcissus was an extremely young man whose beauty attracted the interest of a nymph called Echo. When she revealed her love, Narcissus rejected her and asked her to leave him alone. Heartbroken, Echo left and began roaming alone.”

Feyre nodded, urging you to go on, at the same time that Az pressed his leg against the softness of your own. Your eyes glanced towards his, and his dark eyes were illuminated by an afterglow of interest.

So, you continued.

“The sad ending of Echo enraged the goddess of revenge, Nemesis, who decided to punish Narcissus. One day, Nemesis lured the young man to drink water from a pool with calm mirror-like water. Narcissus saw his reflection on the water and fell in love with it.”

Feyre hummed, satisfied.

“And Narcissus died shortly after,” she said. “I have always loved that story.”

“Loved?” Cassian questioned, raising his eyebrows. “What part of a story of vengeance is to be loved?”

“It is not just a story of vengeance,” Feyre countered. “Narcissius rejected all romantic advances and was only able to fall in love with his reflection, making him exactly what his name describes: a narcissist.”

You brought your eyebrows together in thought.

Your mind was close to her own. You could feel it.

“He would only ever be satisfied with himself, and the women attracted to him were nothing to him,” she said, huffing a laugh.

Her eyes locked with yours.

“In my opinion,” she said, picking up her wine once more, “Nemesis merely put him in his place.”

It was then that the shades of blue in her eyes, her feline smile, and the point of her story sprinkled over you like a cold rain.

Put him in his place. Don’t let him win.

As the realization rose, your confidence rose with it. Your back straightened, your body loosened, and your lungs filled with much needed breath.

“Agreed,” you said, and your smile matched her own.

She nodded, winking at you, and went back to her previous conversation.

You took your cold glass of water and brought it to your lips, enjoying how its frigidness coated your throat. It cooled from the inside out—centering you. Your hands had stopped their shaking.

As you sipped you looked up at Azriel, whose face was still painted with arrogance and cocksure.

This time, however, you met it with your own, and you could have sworn Azriel sank lower in his seat.

~*~

Azriel had no idea what the Hel Feyre had just said, but whatever it was clearly affected you. It was like you had shed a skin, awakening a part of yourself that was growing larger and larger by the second.

He didn’t know if he had ever been so desperate for you in his life, and he didn’t care that his entire family knew it.

He wanted you under him—begging, pleading, crying for more—but something about the way you were looking at him made him think you didn’t want that. You wanted something else—something that you would be willing to take.

It was his turn for sweaty hands and a rabid heart.

The two of you managed to keep normal conversations going throughout the dinner, keeping your looks to primarily glances and bumping into each other’s legs, but your scent continued to fill him up. As soon as he’d get caught up in a conversation, his mind on the cusp of forgetting your shared state, you’d fill him up again, and his blood would boil under his skin.

He didn’t know if The Town House would still be standing after the two of you were done.

A small grin etched along your perfect face when he sent the image down the bond.

“Dessert?” Rhysand offered, with a tone suggesting he already knew Azriel’s answer.

Az took in a breath, ready to respond for the both of you, but you beat him to it.

“No thank you,” you said, and stood. Your wooden chair screeched against the hard flood. “We’ll be leaving now. Thank you for everything. Both of you.”

You thanked both Rhys and Feyre with your eyes, but Az noticed you looking at Feyre for a few seconds longer, and he had never wished for the gift of a daemati more than then.

You said your goodbyes to everyone as Azriel stood from the table, and without even a glance his way, you departed from the dining room into the brisk air of the night. Obviously expecting him to follow.

He huffed a laugh before saying, “it was nice to see you all.”

“It was nice to see you too, brother,” Cassian said.

If there was one thing Cassian was bad at, it was hiding his emotions. The broad smile plastered across his face proved that enough.

“I have a feeling we won’t be seeing you for some time?”

His mate next to him let out a rare chuckle, as did the rest of the table.

Azriel just breathed. Taking all of it. “Enjoy your dessert.”

He then walked from the table, buttoning up his coat as he walked. His speed increased after each step, and he pulled open the hazelnut-stained door without hesitation.

Without a question, he enveloped you in his darkness, gripping your sides and holding you close.

“You too!” he heard Amren exclaim as you were both lifted from the grass.

~*~

His mouth met your own before his feet touched the floor.

He tasted of fresh tomatoes and burnt bread, as well as savory wine. His tongue wasted no time in dominating your own as he pushed you back towards the wall.

“Azriel,” you whispered, managing to pull him away from you, and he brought his teeth to your neck.

“Y/N,” he replied, still nipping. His hot breaths shot chills down your body like lightning, and his hands began to drift from your sides to the center of your skirt. Your back was inches from the wall, and every bone in your body was aching to just let him do it. Let him have you. Let him take you.

Not tonight.

Your mind desired otherwise.

You planted your feet, digging your heels into the carpeting of his bedroom floor, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

His body froze, and he pulled away. Completely taking his hands off you. The look on his face was priceless.

“Did I…” he said. Backing away. His swollen lips and flaring wings threatened to undo you. “Did I do too much? I am sorry—

You smiled. “Azriel.”

Your breathless tone sent the tent in his pants higher.

“I want you,” you whispered, and brought your hands to his chest. “I want you right here…”

You pushed him forward. Slowly. His eyes widened in realization as you walked.

“…right now” you finished, and his back hit the closed door with a thud. “I don’t want you in control. Not tonight. Tonight…”

Your eyes remained locked on his as you sank to your knees. Your dress pooling around your legs.

“…I want to be.”

And in that moment, Azriel’s typically dark, dominating eyes—forced to make tough calls, inflict pain, and risk his life for the ones he loves—submitted to the gold of their hazel coloring. They were lighter than you had ever seen them before, and his jaw went slack at the sight of you beneath him.

“Is that okay?” you asked huskily, tilting your head to the side with a smirk.

Azriel blinked. Then blinked again. He swallowed roughly, loud enough for you to hear, before sending down the largest wave of arousal down the bond that you had ever felt.

You whined at the feeling—arching against the floor for any sort of relief—before he nodded.

“Yes,” he said, and you smiled. Sweat was already beginning to culminate on his forehead.

“Good,” you said, looking up at him with darkened eyes. “Now take your clothes off.”

~*~

Azriel did not need to be told twice. He had his upper-half stripped before you could even blink, throwing the pieces somewhere behind you, before reaching for his belt.

His hands were shaking so harshly he could not grasp the buckle, and you chuckled beneath him.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered, and any thoughts in his brain besides how you looked and sounded evaporated from his brain.

You brought your steady hands to his buckle and slipped it through the leather, letting his pants fall to the floor. His hands fell to his side—unsure of what to do. Unsure if he would last longer than a few seconds with you. Not like this.

“Can I take these off?” you asked, reaching your nail under his waistband.

“Please,” he heard himself say.

You smiled. “Good.”

You dragged down his underwear to his ankles, springing his dick to his stomach. His face flushed.

You dragged a finger down his shaft, so slowly it almost pained him, and he whined.

“May I?” you asked, still tracing him with the pad of your pointer finger.

He nodded, face contorting in desperation. Beads of sweat were culminating down his hairline and beginning to drip down his face.

“Say it.”

“Yes Y/N. Please.”

And then you took the entirety of him in your mouth, and the last shards of Azriel’s self-restraint imploded.

His eyesight was plastered with stars and his knees weakened against your heat. His eyes fluttered shut in bliss, and the noise he let out—

He felt you smile against him and take him deeper, deeper, deeper.

Azriel’s hands remained firmly at his sides until you brought them to your hair, and he brushed his nails against your scalp.

“Feels—so good,” he managed to get out. He had never sounded less like the Spymaster of the Night Court, but he had never cared less. “You’re—you’re perfect.”

You laughed around his length, licking a strip up to his lower stomach.

“Keep talking.”

And he did.

Through pants and groans and whines, Azriel’s tongue became his paint brush, drawing and sketching you into time with his words.

Perfection.

Mate.

Beautiful.

Endless.

Heaven.

Yours. I’m yours.

By the time he was beginning to fuck into your mouth, he was practically sputtering psalms.

“Gods,” he groaned, holding your head gently as he thrusted into you. “Gods Y/N I can’t—I’ve gotta come. Please.”

You looked up at him, tears in your eyes, and swirled your tongue around him. You cupped his balls, and with one final thrust, he released into you.

In his bliss, he could only think of how lucky he was.

Salt coated his lips when he finally regained consciousness, just as you finished kitten-licking the tiny beads of release that had coated his thighs.

“Did you—swallow? All of it?”

You hummed. “All of it.”

~*~

You saw the shock in his eyes. As well as his need to climax you enough times for you to forget your name.

But you were not done yet.

“Easy handsome,” you said, licking your lips and tracing his clenched thighs with your nails. “I know what I want from you.”

His steadied breathing became faster and faster as you spoke, and the look of him; tattoos covered in sweat, wings flared and twitching, throat bobbing, chest heaving.

You couldn’t have gotten luckier. You really couldn’t have.

And you would continue to prove that to him.

You pressed kisses to his still twitching cock as you stood on shaky legs, feeling how utterly drenched you were in your underwear, and Az whined with each peck.

He moved his hands down to your waist, steadying you against him, and you smiled up at him. Pure love in both of your eyes, with Azriel’s gold completely covering his darkness.

You loved him like this the most—blissed out, and happy. Grateful.

“I’m gonna turn you around, okay?”

He nodded. Repeatedly. His eagerness was beginning to poke through.

You laughed. “Okay.”

And you positioned yourself against the door, spinning him to face you.

He immediately reached for the strings of your corset top, still shaking, but you stopped him.

“No,” you said, and brought your hands up his naked arms, tracing every muscle and tattoo as you did.

A flush came to his cheeks again, and his muscles flexed as you glided over them. If you didn’t know him better, you would think it was coincidental.

You reached his shoulders and brushed his curls from his face, before pushing him down.

And down.

And down.

Until one of the most powerful Illyrian warriors to ever exist was on his knees before you, lifting up the skirt of your dress, and kissing up your leg.

“Good,” you whispered. “That’s good. Just like that.”

He exhaled a hot breath against you, sending chills up into your skull, and he rose and rose up to your underwear until his entire head was hidden underneath your skirt.

You arched against him as he pulled your underwear down with his teeth, and you continued your praises.

“Fuck Azriel,” you said. “I can only imagine how pretty you look right now.”

A groan came from under the fabric.

You wished everyone in the Night Court knew how badly the deadly Spymaster enjoyed being called pretty.

“Eat me out now,” you whispered.

And he did.

Fuck did he ever.

He started with strips, teasing you, just as you asked, before delving in completely, so harshly that he began raising you off the floor.

The room was soon filled with your pants and whines, as well as your constant praise and instruction.

Higher baby.

Gods you sound so good.

I missed you so fucking much.

You’re perfect at this. Like you’re made for me.

There—right there.

My perfect mate.

It was when he began torturing you with his mouth and coaxing your clit with his fingers that your climax was on the brink of explosion.

“Almost there—almost there Azriel you’re doing perfectly.”

He groaned in response, and you noticed his empty hand beginning to drift down to his pants. But he hesitated.

“Touch yourself Azriel,” you said huskily, panting. He didn’t hesitate.

With the band in your belly becoming closer and closer to snapping, Azriel between your legs attending to your every beck and call, and the dizzying feeling that was sex with your mate, your mind was drenched in a haze of ecstasy.

“So…so close,” you whispered, continued to arch and lurch and ride into his mouth. “Are you?”

He nodded. Good.

With one last kiss to your clit, your body went under the too-familiar wave. With one last second of consciousness, however, you reached your hand forward and stroked down Azriel’s wing just so.

The both of you erupted together—Azriel’s siphons filled the room with their dark blue, and your soul warmed with it. No other shade of blue would ever be enough for you.

You blinked, finally seeing color instead of a blur of stars, and tears of pleasure were dribbling down your cheeks. The feeling in your legs returned slowly, and you were met with Azriel kissing down them before coming out from beneath the satin fabric.

He remained on his knees, but his face was coated with your pleasure, as well as a smile with enough power to bring you down to your own.

“How’d I do?” he asked. Genuinely.

You ran your hair through his thick, curling hair, and said, “Perfectly.”

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[separatist-apologist]

Acotar characters from least to most kinky? 👀 I’ve been living for your rankings

@moodymelanist I'm combining this with yours. YOU KNOW WHY

17. Amren- I'm sorry but she just does not feel exciting to me? We saw her with Varian and she's giving "50 Shades of Grey handcuff merch" and "Lights off only".

16. Jurian- 500 years as a mood ring has made him very, very quick.

15. BOTTOM OF THE LIST TO MRS. FEYRE ARCHERON- literally half the High Lords are willing to CRAWL at her feet and she spends most of ACOMAF pining over Tamlin. Offered a threesome with MR GOOD AT SEX HIMSELF HELION and says NO???? because WHY??? I've seen her fuck, the kinkiest she ever got was in the sky and it low key felt like a crime

14. Vassa- Fire in her blood but like, is also a bird most of the time so she's just not fucking very often. Seems like it would be aggressively angry though, and that's why she's above rooftop sex Feyre

13. Gwyn- Probably should be higher on this list but points for reading about smut and asking about Cassian. Learning what NOT to accept, seems like she would communicate.

12. Mor- Pillow princess. Nothing wrong with it, but that's as exciting as things ever get.

11. Elain- SORRY. I hate to do my girl like this but she can't even talk about a PERIOD without blushing. Do I think she's a secret freak? Yes. Do I think she could ever ask for what she wanted without whispering it? NO. Points for being so hot everyone is on their metaphorical knees begging for a taste.

10. Cassian- I read ACOSF. He didn't do anything groundbreaking. Most interesting thing we ever got was the information that the bat boys used to fuck in the same room. Points off for not communicating his needs during sex.

9. Tamlin- Knows where the clit is, goes down AFTER finishing. Multiple orgasms, beast form idk he deserves this spot. ANNUAL ORGY HELLO????

8. Nesta- Again, I read ACOSF. Daydreams about a threesome but gripping the headboard was as far as they ever got. Also loses points for not being honest with the person she was having sex with.

7. Tarquin- Can't prove it, but our respectful king gives off the vibes. Am aware, from cursed tags on shifting post, that my followers would let dolphin Tarquin do unspeakable things to them.

6. Rhysand- Feels like this man has had sex with men and women. Very friendly with Helion. Offered Feyre a threesome, would put all his money on his willingness to go through had she said yes. Is a crime he didn't, tbh. Seems game for anything. Down for a lot more than eating someone out in paint.

5. Emerie- Something about a woman with a sword. Something about a woman who can carry their injured pal up a mountainside. BDE. Cannot prove she's fucking wild. It's just a feeling I have.

4. Azriel- Mr. Big wingspan himself. Mr. Doesn't need poetry to get laid. Have seen zero proof of these claims so it's just the fandoms word against the text. Has been pining over one woman for 500 years, curious what sex with a man like that is like. Feels like your on your hands and knees a lot, and he's telling you not to talk.

3. Eris- FIRE. IN. HIS. BLOOD. "See how a future High Lord plays" BIG DICK, HE EXUDES IT. Mean. Would throw you against a wall. Filthiest things pour out of his mouth. Lets you spend the night, do not expect breakfast. Bruises your cervix, worth it.

2. Lucien- Mr. Fire in his blood? Mr. company at the border? Mr doesn't need to go to the pleasurehall to get laid? Participating gleefully in the annual orgy (when not forced?), only wanted to do Summer Solstice because there was a promise of sex. Libertine, laid back, fun as fuck. This man will never call you back but that's okay. You had a good enough time.

HELION YOU ALREADY KNEW. HELION SPELL CLEAVER. HELION WARRIOR LIBRARIAN, SECOND HOTTEST (allegedly) HIGH LORD. CAUGHT FUCKING ANOTHER MANS WIFE IN 4K, GOT HER PREGNANT WHILE BARELY EVEN TRYING. BI-KING.

[lady-of-sevenwaters]

the smut plot of ACOSF be like:

Nesta was tiny, so petite and dainty… that was probably because she's been suffering from an eating disorder. Despite the fact that she has been starving herself for months, Nesta still managed to swing an enourmous sword, just another proof of her Illyrian heart. Cassian loved her so much.

He loved her so much that he spent the entire day staring at her tits, that were huge, btw, despite the fact that she hasn't eaten a proper meal since her father died. Her waist was so thin Cassian could wrap his hands around it with his fingers touching. Nesta's fingers, however couldn't touch whenever she tried to wrap them around Cassian's massive dick. The biggest dick she'd ever seen. The biggest in all Prythian. Second only to Azriel's, of course. Something something wingspan.

Cassian, despite pushing all of Nesta's boundaries and making her feel like a worthless piece of trash, was a gentleman, he even waited until her grief-induced panick attack was over so they could fuck. His enormous, mouth-watering velvet wrapped steel rod of a manhood somehow manged to fit inside Nesta's itty-bitty teeny-tiny body. She also seemed to be enjoying herself, which is unfanthomable, considering Cassian's wingspan was so big and thick it was about to break her pelvis, just like Feyre's baby would soon do to her. How old even is Feyre at this point? Twenty-one? Shouldn't she be considered, like, a a child by fae standarts? What even… Wait. Sorry. They've stopped fucking, someone please get Nesta a wheelchair.

Timeskip, Nesta is the villain now? I guess? For telling her sister that her life is being threatened. Don't worry, though, Feyre and Rhysand will have a lot of kinky sex and she will forgive him for controlling her life because he is her one true love, mating bonds are amazing, Tamlin is an asshole who never loved her, Rhysand is the only feminist in Prythian. Feyre weeps into her eggs again.

Cassian takes Nesta on a hike to punish her for defying Our Lord and Saviour Rhysand. She's still malnourished and borderline suicidal, but FEAR NOT they are mates. Everything is magically solved, Feyre dies (again) and comes back (again), her baby is ok though, now she can fulfill her one true purpose: motherhood. Lalala Nesta and Cassian fuck again and they live hapilly ever after.

I swear that for the life of me I can barely remember the poor excuse of a plot that SJM pushed into ACOSF. All I can think of is that cringe ass smut