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feliceymissions · 4 days ago
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Arizona of United States nuzzles an unassuming marshmallow cat (Me) while Yugito cherishes the interaction
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monotone-artist · 3 months ago
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new oc! her name is azurite and she is baby
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shaiatka · 1 year ago
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some redesigns of OCs created ~8 years ago :]
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tiniergrl · 15 days ago
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꒰🩷🫧꒱ nyan when she sees her cute fictional 12+ boyfriend(s):
(nyan's lesbian)
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adventurousaz · 1 year ago
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I'm going to try to trace over some hazbin scenes so I can provide yall when some coloring sheets since Google is a bit lacking. Feel free to send requests :]
I'm working on this scene rn
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THIS WILL NOT BE ORIGINAL ART!
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little-red-fool · 1 year ago
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D the kind of guy to purposefully bite someone whilst giving them head.
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I hope you enjoy them!! 😊💕
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// Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost 🖤 // Feedback appreciated, but hope you have fun with these fluffy asks 🖤//
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ladyofstarfall206 · 1 month ago
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Illyrian Mating Instincts
Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+ only
A/N: Literally could not stop thinking about this. Hope you enjoy these possessive Az HCs!
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🔹 Azriel has the largest and most powerful wingspan out of his brothers, and he makes it a point to spread them for his mate whenever he has the chance; after a training session, brushing one against your shoulder whenever he passes you in the hall, sunning them on the balcony of the House of Wind while you’re watching, and especially when you’re in the presence of another male. For Illyrians, wings are a status symbol and Az will not hesitate to flare them to assert his dominance over any male who threatens to take your attention from him. He’s even done it to Cassian before.
🔹 Azriel puts much time and effort into making his wings look good for you and feels an immense sense of pride when you admire them.
🔹 Continuing with this topic, he uses his wings to cacoon you at night while you sleep, letting you snuggle against his bare chest with the velvet membrane surrounding you on all sides while his shadows keep watch.
🔹 Az uses them to protect you in public too as they provide a shelter under which he can kiss you in private and part the crowds so you have space to walk.
🔹 His growls. To die for.
🔹 If anyone outside of the family gets too close to you without permission, especially if you’re in a relaxed or vulnerable state, he’ll let out a soft growl of warning and watch the interaction closely in case he needs to step in.
🔹 “It’s okay, love.” You coo gently, reaching over to stroke his knuckles until his wings and taught muscles relax.
🔹 He tends to walk into rooms slightly ahead of you, keeping his palm on your lower back as he leans his head through the doorway and scans the area to make sure it’s safe before you enter.
🔹 Azriel can sense your period nearing days in advance, and prepares for the painful week to come for you by making a comfortable nest on the bed with extra pillows and blankets and cancels his missions so he does not have to leave your side. He instructs the House of Wind to conjure up meals and baths so he can focus his full attention on your wellbeing.
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🔹 Azriel loves to take you before going to the Illyrian war camps and get your scent all over his skin. He likes that the war lords can smell you on him and can’t have you.
🔹 The only thing he enjoys more is taking you before you accompany him to the Illyrian war camps and covering the soft skin of your throat in love bites.
🔹 “Oh yes, love. Right there…” You moan as Azriel’s mouth latches onto the sensitive skin under your ear. Your eyes roll back and your hips match his rhythm to meet his thrusts.
🔹 Azriel has waited over 500 years for his mate, and desires to give himself completely to you. He wants to surrender himself to your love and trusts you enough to let you use the most sensitive part of him for your pleasure. In the safety of your bedroom, Azriel will lay down on his stomach and allow you to ride his wing while he purrs.
🔹 Run your fingers along the outer edge of his wing and his whole body will shudder. Right before he finishes, his eyes will screw shut and he’ll bury his head in the crook of your neck. Illyrians cum a lot, and your bond takes over his body. He will spill into you over and over again and you’ll have to hold him to your chest while stroking his back to bring him down.
🔹 Especially when the bond is new, Azriel gets all worked up and full of energy any time you interact with other males for too long. He’ll start panting and pull you into the next room where he can’t keep his hands off you.
🔹 “I know. I know, baby. I’m right here.” You reassure, smoothing a stray curl out of his eyes while he moves to undress you.
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kayjaywrites · 9 months ago
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Ink & Beans (Azriel x Reader Oneshot)
D20 Dice Roll Prompt: 11. “You’re definitely the only person I would do this for.” Fluff/Humor/SFW
Summary: You ask Azriel to spy on someone for gossip and he does it.
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Word Count: ~2,100
Content Warning: None really, Az gets a little horned up but it's not explicit.
Authors Notes: I have a prompt list going for when I have writer's block. I’m gonna start rolling a d20 dice and do the prompt it lands on, replacing the finished prompt with a new one. I’d love to add requests and ideas from you guys to the list!
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Azriel arrived at your favorite coffee shop three hours before you. Ink & Beans was a small business within The Rainbow, founded by a family of Fae known for their writing prowess. The youngest daughter of the family, Raychelle, did not inherit the family’s writing talent, but loved creative writing all the same. Instead of stewing on her back to back publication rejections, she threw herself into creating a safe creative space for herself, and anyone else like her. The result was a questionably named cafe with workshops, peer editors, late hours, and caffeine. It was a fool proof business model really. Even before Azriel got close to you, he enjoyed visiting the cafe.
Everything about the place oozed comfort. The lights, warm and dim, were soothing and complimented the rustic cottage theme well. The booths were cozy, yet supportive, and although Azriel had been nursing his tea for 2 and half hours he did not feel sore for sitting so long.
Now, it wasn’t unusual for him to loiter around alone. People watching and eavesdropping were a huge part of his job after all. However if anyone had asked him yesterday if he’d ever spy within Ink & Bean he would have said no. There was never a reason to investigate the cafe, he was on a first name basis with the owner and most of the regulars.
Yet, here he was, deploying his shadows and listening in to customer and staff conversations. All because he was a sucker.
He loved listening to you talk. It didn’t matter what you were hyper focusing on, he couldn’t get enough of your passion. So when you dove into an elaborate breakdown of the relationships among those that frequent Ink & Beans he was all too happy to listen. He didn’t like drama that involved him, but hearing other people’s drama was one of his favorite things about being a spymaster. He never got mad at unintentional gossip while on missions, it was often a highlight for him.
So yeah, he was a little invested in your theory that one of the regulars, a quiet male named Fin, was flirting with Raychelle, and that Raychelle was flirting back. He’d been going there with you for almost a decade now, and he’d never seen Raychelle show interest in anyone. If anything he’d witnessed her curb potential suitors with efficient politeness.
And you were talking with such conviction, eyes fiery and excited when he shared your curiosity. You swept him up in that magnitude of yours, the same pull that made you a best selling romance author he supposed. Your enthusiasm became his, and suddenly he was sharing his own theories.
He’d noticed Fin blushing at Raychelle on occasion when she took his order, but never saw him flustered when another employee was at the register. You’d noticed that too, and somehow by the end of the gossip session he had agreed to working on his day off. 
Like a sucker.
Just like you said, Fin came by on his lunch break and spent it chatting with Raychelle in between rushes. You were willing to bet money that if he listened in on the conversation, he would learn the true nature of their relationship, and before he knew what he was doing he was agreeing to stake out the place for three hours for you.
Only for you to be so wrong. He was a regular enough that he figured his presence wouldn’t be anything of note. Apparently his presence without you was fuel for the gossip train.
Jennifer, a young local artist who came in on her daily coffee run for her office had made an offhand comment to the new girl on the register, Heather, “It was rare to see Azriel here without Ms. Reader.” 
Two of the regular weekday afternoon dishwashers in the back were wondering if you were standing Azriel up, and if they thought they had a chance with you. This update from the shadows had left him fuming, because no, they did not have a chance with you if he had anything to say about it.
A good looking female came in, evidentantly a first time customer as she asked Raychelle what she would recommend, and then subtly but not subtle enough gestured to Azriel and asked if he was single. In which Raychelle said that he wasn’t.
Which wasn’t true, and he was sure Raychelle knew he was unattached.
Then Fin finally showed up for his lunch break, and Raychelle almost caught Azriel watching them as she followed Fin to a secluded booth on the opposite side of the cafe than him. They were just out of earshot so his shadows did the listening for him.
And boy oh boy. The gossip they overheard was juicy.
Raychelle and Fin spent the entire lunch hour talking about how obvious it was that you were in love with Azriel. Raychelle was furious at him for being so oblivious to “what was right in front of him”. Fin was starting to think that you were secretly dating Azriel already, because there was no way the spymaster of the Night Court didn’t notice your feelings. According to them, you looked at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky. You checked him out all the time. When he wasn’t around, you talked about how much you missed him, and were here more often while he was on missions.
Azriel’s head was spinning from the new intel by the time you sat yourself in the booth across from him. For nearly three hours the most popular topic of gossip within Ink & Beans was you.
“So did you learn anything interesting?” You dove right into it, foregoing a greeting as you leaned across the small table, studying him with eager excitement.
“Yes.” Azriel took in how oblivious you were, so focused on him you didn’t notice the way surrounding conversations quieted down around you. Was this how it always was when you guys met up here? If so, Azriel understood Raychelle’s annoyance. How had he not noticed?
You shifted in your seat, your hand drumming on the wooden tabletop in impatience. “And?”
“You know you are the only person I’d ever do something like this for, right?” Azriel said instead.
Perplexed, you cocked your head to the side. “Uh, I guess. So?”
“So: I don’t typically just take jobs without some sort of payment. Especially on my day off.” Azriel leaned back, crossing his arms casually over his chest as an amused smile found his lips.
“Are you trying to charge me, spymaster?” Your voice rose in pitch, incredulous.
He merely shrugged. “The intel was…valuable. Figured I should at least get something out of it.”
You laughed, the type of twinkling delight that had a similar joy rising in his own chest. “Alright, alright you’ve sold me, whatever you want, but I’ve got to know what you’ve learned this instant it’s killing me.”
Azriel could hear a pin drop in the room. He clocked movement behind the counter, the two male dishwashers had come upfront, likely curious, they did fancy you after all. Their presence had his easygoing smile falling as he fixed you with a serious stare.
Whatever he wanted, right? That was a deal he couldn’t pass up.
“I arrived at 10am. From 10am-12:02pm no one spoke about Raychelle and Fin. There is no evidence of anyone else suspecting Raychelle and Fin to fancy each other. You were correct in noting that Fin would come for his 1hr lunch break. From 12:02pm-1:49pm Fin and Raychelle talked in a booth away from the crowded part of the cafe, but not about their feelings for each other or their relationship.”
Your lips parted, confusion creasing your brow. “Well that doesn’t seem to pass as ‘valuable intel’ to me.” You snarked.
“Hmm,” He nodded, unable to keep the mischief out of his voice as he spoke, “the valuable intel is in who they were actually gossiping about.”
Your jaw dropped open, falling for his set up hook, line, and sinker, “Ohhhhh, and who were they gossiping about?”
Pausing for dramatic effect, he studied you long enough for you to visibly grow nervous. “You.” Azriel revealed.
Your nostrils flared, your breath hitching as you averted your gaze. It was rare for him to see you rendered speechless. “No guesses on what they were saying about you?” He inquired.
You barely managed to meet his gaze for a second before your eyes shifted to a spot on the wall beside his head. “I have a theory,” you confessed, bashful, “but would prefer to keep it to myself until you finish your report.”
Azriel hummed in response, enjoying the way your gaze would dart back to his face, like you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him. He knew that he looked at you in much the same way.
“Everyone here either thinks we're secretly dating, or going to be dating soon. Raychelle and Fin spent Fin’s lunch break commiserating on how frustrating it was to watch us. The people of Ink & Beans think you are in love with me.”
It was so quiet in the room he could hear your heartbeat pickup. He wouldn’t be surprised if it felt like it was in your throat instead of your chest, so Azriel continued his debrief to spare you having to find a response. “And I think they’re right, because they were right about the other person they were gossiping about too. I also was a popular topic of conversation these last three hours, they were right about what they thought about me too. I think you are in love with me–I hope you are in love with me, because I am in love with you.”
“Azriel,” His name was whispered like a prayer on an exhale, “maybe we should have this conversation in a more private location.” Your face was beat red, and you looked like you were about to pass out.
You were never one for making a scene in public. Honestly, this was all probably mortifying for you. Normally, it would be for him too, but he remembered the dishwashing males plotting ways to woo you.
“Of course,” Azriel stood, stretching his wings out as he reached for your hand and guided you to stand next to him, “but first I want my payment. Whatever I want, right? That’s what you said.”
You looked utterly lost, unable to look him in the eye for too long, but too confused to not search for his intentions in his facial expression. “Okay, sure, what would you like, I don’t have much with me right now so I don’t know why this has to happen this moment, but I’ll do my best–”
Azriel always found your nervous rambling cute. He knew you’d be upset with him if he let you go on for much longer in front of everyone at Ink & Beans. “I’m sure you can provide me with a kiss, unless you have a specific lipstick in mind for our first kiss?”
You gaped at him, and he cupped your cheek with one of his hands, his scars rough against your soft skin. Gently, he closed your mouth, leaning in slowly just in case you wanted to pull away. But you didn’t, his lips touched yours, and you melted into him. Your smaller, curvier body pressed tight against his front as the kiss deepened and found rhythm.
Too soon, reality seemed to find the both of you again, and Azriel was aware that he was starting to get aroused very publically in your favorite coffee shop. One look at you, and it seemed you were no better off than him, the gleam in your eyes sending thrills down his spine. 
“I’ve changed my mind,” Azriel bent down to whisper in your ear, and you shivered, “I think I do want to continue this conversation in a more private location.”
You turned your face, lips brushing against his pulse point in his neck as you spoke. “Me too.”
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Upon returning to Ink & Beans after the mating frenzy subsided, you and Azriel were greeted by tarps, workers, and piles of building supplies outside of the storefront. Raychelle had been signing something on a clipboard when she caught sight of you, and hurried to embrace you, clipboard forgotten on the ground where she dropped it.
She’d used the winnings from a store wide bet to expand the shop. She and Fin had split the winnings, the only two fae to predict your and Azriel’s mating bond.
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stervrucht · 1 month ago
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helloooo first time asker, long time lurker; pls recommend me some of your fave fellow harringrove writers/pages xx
btw, your art and your writing simply blows me away.
Oh my god, I love this! Also, hi! Thank you so much for this ask! Okay, so...this is gonna be a huge list. No particular order.
Writers
@azrielgreen Az writes fantastic fics, including Harringrove and Metalsandwich. I love her fics In the Water, with You andRooms (Whose Thighs Are Lilac Rose Gardens) so much.
@runraerun Rae's characterization of Billy is just incredible. I'll never grow tired of that. Her fic Easy as 123 and put up your dukes are great examples of this!
@noxdrawstrash They write AND draw. Their Metalsandwich fic The Long Night has amazing worldbuilding, pacing, and such a unique take on Omegaverse that even I (who doesn't typically enjoy omegaverse) love it so much.
@un-buttoned Their fic when the bones are good is an absolute Harringrove staple and I love their other fics too. Kate_button just knows how to capture this balance between playful and sharp in Billy.
@lazybakerart Draws and writes as well. They have such a lovely stylised artstyle and their writing just incredible too. I really loved their oneshot The Art of the Dick Pic and their fic Cherry.
@brawlite Another excellent writer. Their fic if i stare too long is another Harringrove staple to me.
Some other honorable mentions I still intend to read but haven't gotten around to yet: @shieldofiron @dame-zoom-a-lot @fkinkindagauche @finalmoondragon @dragonflylady77
@medusapelagia @suotar
Artists
@avalonlights They have such a lovely style. I adore seeing their art.
@aggressiveviking @aggressiveviking-art Lovely, unique, and recognizable style. I love the way they draw Billy and the way they blend the feeling of traditional art with digital application.
@ihni Their illustrations are top tier and they truly offer something so unique to the fandom. 100% an obligated stop on the Harringrove tour.
@stablefuse (formerly @wrecked-fuse) draws incredible (n)sfw Harringrove art which can be found here.
@racketti They have such a lovely soft style.
@delessss Such a recognisable style and I love the way they draw Billy!
More honorable mentions: @cvpidart @niku30
Blogs
@fawcett-hairspray-club @prettyboy-like-you @lovebillyhargrove
I'm 100% forgetting people because it's A LOT (and I'm getting tired) but this should feed you for some time✨💕
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tiniergrl · 2 days ago
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꒰🩷🫧꒱ az would flip out whn he sees dis owo
he wuvs owanges, his phwonecase has owanges on it xP
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Orange themed Agere mood board! 🍊
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Oranges are so yummy! I dont always eat oranges themselves but I love orange juice and orange flavored things! The stringy bits can be a little bit of a sensory nightmare tho.. ૮ >ﻌ< ა
I plan on doing more fruit themed mood boards so lemme know if theres a specific fruit you wanna see!
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azrielbrainrot · 1 year ago
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NSFW Alphabet with Azriel
note: since i did the sfw version i thought i'd do this one too! i hope it's not too bad
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Az is definitely the sweetest after sex and he always makes sure you're okay and feel loved. He either helps you clean up or literally carries you to the bath. Also loves seeing you try to take care of him as well.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Wings feels like an easy answer. He's definitely proud that his are the biggest even though he never shows it, as nonchalant as he acts sometimes you know he's cocky as shit under it all. He's probably proud of his physique in general too.
Is saying everything a cop out? I don't see him having a preference as long as it's you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He almost always cums inside you. Loves seeing it dripping out of you too. Loves fucking it back inside you with his cock or fingers or even cleaning it up with his mouth for you, tasting you both together. Likes cumming down your throat too. And he'll probably like seeing you covered in his cum in general. As long as it was you making him cum and it ends up in or on your body he'll be happy.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Every once in a while he'll use his shadows to pleasure himself.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I actually think he was the last of the bat boys to lose his virginity and get any action at all but, even then, of course he has experience. He's 500 years old. He's the type to make sure he knows what he's doing as well so he definitely practiced everything to perfection.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
I don't really know positions names but I imagine he'll like to fuck you in every way he can think of. Definitely likes missionary so he can watch every little expression you make but I don't see it being much of an actual preference.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's usually serious.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I'm sure he keeps it groomed enough.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's very intimate. Even when he's rougher, he'll be sure to throw a softer kiss in there at least at the end.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
By himself I don't think he does it that often, especially after meeting you.
Loves watching you do it. You love putting on a show for him too. Like you know he's almost home and you just decide to start without him, letting him get home to the sounds of you moaning his name. He'd tell you to finish and take a seat so he can keep watching with the best view. Then he'll fuck you and keep telling how you did so good for him, putting on such a beautiful show.
I also think he'd use this as a kind of punishment sometimes. You'd be in bed masturbating, trying to make yourself cum and begging for him because his finger, his mouth, his cock feel so much better. But he'd just watch on and cum after you do, getting up to kiss you on the forehead and tell you "next time I'll take care of you if you behave" and walk to the bathroom leaving both of you not quite satisfied.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Let me pull out a list:
dom/sub dynamics. He definitely likes being in control. I see him as a soft/pleasure dom which also comes with a praise kink (I think he'd also like being praised depending on the mood);
voyeurism, but mostly watching you;
cockwarming. Loves watching you sitting on his cock, begging him to move. Which brings me to the next one;
begging. You just sound so beautiful crying for his cock, how could he not.
orgasm control, edging and overstimulation;
breeding. That special tea means he can pump you full as much as he wants without the consequences and he'd be a fool not to take advantage of it;
blood play. On days where things go a bit wrong and he ends up covered in blood so he just winnows in directly to you and fucks you against the wall, covering you in blood too, watching you get corrupted by him (so also corruption lol). He also likes either biting or cutting you a bit and either licking the blood up or writing his name across your body using it;
knife play, truthteller the mvp;
cockwarming;
bondage. I think he likes tying you up but I don't think it would happen that often to be honest. He's very touch starved so he likes when you tear up his back or hold onto him when he's fucking you so well you forget how to breathe. But he also loves tying you up with his shadows and hearing you beg for him, maybe even let his shadows make you cum while he watches.
choking. Loves knowing you trust him enough to literally control how much air you can breathe.
biting, scratching and marking in general. This goes both ways, he loves seeing the marks he leaves on you as much as the ones you leave on him. He definitely likes a bit pain with his pleasure too so he loves when you're tearing his back up with your nails.
a little somnophilia. Loves waking you up by eating you out or being woken up with your mouth or with you straddling his hips;
wing play, almost forgot. He likes it better on softer days or days where you're a bit more in control. When you try teasing him with his wings too much in days where he's feeling rough you always end up with your hands tied up and completely at his mercy.
These are just off the top of my head but I see him being into a lot of things.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom. Az definitely likes privacy and, unless it's a quicker affair, he definitely makes a mess of the two of you so being safe in your room is just preferable for a lot of reasons. But his shadows give him endless possibilities so you two have a list of places longer than most. Also he fucks you in his dungeon sometimes and it's some of the dirtiest and best sex you've ever had.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Short answer but I think he doesn't need much to want to fuck you senseless.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I think he would do almost anything you asked of him. He'd draw the line at really hurting you. I can see him being into spanking, choking, even knife play, some rougher stuff, but never to the point of actually causing much pain.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He could live the rest of his life happily with you sitting on his face. But of course he loves seeing you with his cock down your throat, struggling to fit everything. I think he's kind of in the middle, leaning more to giving.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the mood and the day. I think he leans on rough most days but it truly just depends.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
I think he'd always prefer taking his time with you but, especially in the beginning of your relationship, quickies were a regular occurrence. Again, his shadows make things easier here because he can hide the two of you so he doesn't even have to worry about location all that much. I will say quickier always ended with a promise of continuing on later.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yes, he'll try anything you ask of him at least once. He probably tried everything he could think up before too, especially when he was younger.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
I mean he's a trained warrior so his stamina is probably insane. Let's just say he has definitely fucked you until you were dozing off quite a few times.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I'm not sure toys exist in the acotar world but he totally would. I'm also going to consider his shadows as toys here because he uses them on you all the time in a lot different ways.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He's a huge tease. Since he loves both overstimulation and edging and has a filthy mouth, either combination would have you with tears running down your face, considering stealing truthteller to stab him sometimes.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
I don't think he's that loud, maybe more when he's close. He likes hearing you more.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
For every time he fucks you dirty and rough he'll make love to you. Well maybe every two times. He's been waiting for a mate/wife for his whole life and he intends to shower her with as much love as he has to give. Obviously I see him being really kinky and I know dirty probably doesn't even begin to describe the things this man does but I genuinely think he likes soft and intimate sex just as much.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's canonically the biggest since the wingspan keeps being compared to other things. And let's not forget that Nesta couldn't wrap her hand around Cassian's so do with that information as you will.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Really high. I think even worse than Nesta and Cassian all over the House of Wind - he's just not getting caught. Maybe not as much before you but definitely after.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He has trouble falling asleep normally so i don't think he'd fall asleep immediately. Also, like I said, he likes fucking you for hours so you probably knock out a couple minutes after laying down and he'd always fall asleep after you.
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tiniergrl · 2 days ago
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꒰🩷🫧꒱ why does az look like dat?? Owo
pffttttt- *giggles nana's immature butt off*
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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years ago
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hi hi!
your writing is amazing <3
could i request batboys headcannons, sfw and nsfw, where reader is an Illyrian and she has wings (and they're not clipped) please? thank you <33
aww thank you soo much, here you go❤️ NSFW content!!!
Azriel - SFW
Azriel will often absently brush his scarred fingers over your wings
he also helps you massage knots that have formed during flying
since you probably grew up in Windhaven where you weren't really allowed to fly, Azriel takes it upon him to teach you how to fly
he won't push you off a cliff....
but he will be soft and slow with you, rising into the air with you, helping you fly
later on he will put oil on your wings, massaging them
he also loves, absolutely adores kissing your wings - tiny soft pecs to the leathery membrane
Azriel - NSFW
him touching your wings while you touch his wings and you are riding him - yes, sir
he loves when you do it simultaneously, both taking care of the wings of the other
and he loves, obviously only if he has your consent, to wake up with teasing you by touching your wings, kissing them and licking over them
˚    ✦   .  .   ˚ .      . ✦     ˚     . ★
Rhysand - SFW
Rhysand gets a large bed for you, so your wings never have to hang over the edges
he also owns a whole basket of a variety of products for your wings - oils, lotions, soft clothes
he loves washing your wings when you sit together in the bath
and later also tending to them
he will often massage the hard knots for hours, always careful to not touch the sensitive parts - you should find comfort and everything else would be out of place in this moment
just like Az, Rhys also really likes to place soft kisses to your wings
he also always reminds you how amazing the wings are, that you can be proud of being Illyrian despite everything they did
that you can be happy about your wings
and of course, he will remind you daily about how beautiful you are with your wings, how stunning you look
Rhysand - NSFW
Rhysand is a generous lover, alright, he loves making you come by simply touching your wings
he loves to do it soft and gentle, just to ease your mind and body
but he also loves to tease you, accidentally touching them
while he is not so keen on doing it simultaneously, he loves it when tends to your wings first, sometimes in the bathtub, sometimes in bed and then you switch positions and you take care of him
he loves the noises you make when he touches your wings, the soft whimpers and moans are like music in his ears
˚    ✦   .  .   ˚ .      . ✦     ˚     . ★
Cassian - SFW
Cassian will love hardly anything as much as going flying with you
he adores flying and sharing it with you is absolute perfection
he will often nudge you with his wing while flying
and when you return he will always tend to them, easing the knots, helping you wash, putting lotion on them
he always checks on your wings, always making sure nothing hurts, nothing is twisted
he also always reminds you that you are allowed to be proud of them and that you don't have to feel bad about you still having them while others got them clipped "it is not your fault," he will tell you while massaging your wings
Cassian loves drawing small patterns or circles onto the leathery membrane and making you guess what he is drawing
Cassian - NSFW
him touching your wings, while you suck him off?
well yes
he loves it
and just like Azriel, he also loves it when you touch each other's wings simultaneously
Cassian can also easily make you come by touching your wings, kissing them or licking over them
he somehow is a natural at it, and it drives you nearly insane
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Mistletoe Mischief
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Summary: Mistletoe shenanigans
Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader
Content Warning: Fluff, Kissing, Light Crack(?), SFW
Word Count: 1k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: This is the 11th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!
Prompt: Under the Mistletoe
My Masterlist
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It's Christmas Eve, and the League decides to celebrate.
A small thing really, it's just them after all. Kurogiri and Compress are on drinks, Spinner and Dabi on snacks, Toga, Magne and Twice on cleaning and decorations, and Shigaraki is sulking and pretending he doesn't want any part of it all, while you set up the Christmas tree you managed to get.
After hours of decorating and setting up the bar with a variety of drinks and snacks, it's all ready. You pop one of the large candy canes in your mouth, suckling on the end of it to try to make it into a sharp, festive weapon as you add the last few candies to the tree.
The air is warm and cozy for a villain base, but it's to be expected with this bunch. You feel a familiar waft of heat behind you, and you glance over your shoulder to see Dabi there, as expected. Your heartrate increases, but you ignore it.
"Is all of this really necessary?" He drawls, hands stuffed into his pockets. You thought Shigaraki was the only Grinch, but it seems he has company.
You stand up to face him, popping the candy cane out of your mouth to point the slowly sharpening end at him. "Yes, because it's Christmas, and some of us happen to like joy."
He holds his hands up in surrender, muttering, "Noted.", and you roll your eyes, popping the cane back into your mouth, the curved end dangling out.
You see him eye the candy in your mouth, so you offer a new one from the bowl. He shakes his head, but by the glint in his eyes, you know he's up to something.
You're proven right when he steps into your space and grabs you chin between his fingers, tilting your head up, and you freeze in confused shock as he brings his face close to yours.
Something in your brain glitches when his gaze locks onto yours as he takes the other end of your candy cane between his teeth, snapping a piece off.
You're frozen to the spot even as he releases you and pulls back, only coming to when he hums lowly. "Sweet.", he says, smirking cheekily at your dumbfounded expression before sauntering away.
Your heart is racing and you're warm all over.
That was just unfair.
He's hot, you know, but boy is he annoying sometimes. You don't know what you want to do more, kiss him or smack him.
Huffing, you go back to decorating, trying to will your mind to stop replaying the moment over and over again, and pretending that you didn't wish for more.
You don't see the way his eyes linger on you, on your lips around the candy, from across the room.
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Who put Toga on decorating duty? How could you forget, that the one thing that is a constant with her, is the concept of love, and that she would use any opportunity to enforce it?
How did you not see when she snuck the frankly concerningly large bundle of mistletoe into the bar, much less onto the roof?
When the fuck did she get up there to do it??
It's a healthy green, tied off with a pretty red bow, and you're standing directly under it.
You didn't mean to, because you didn't even know it was there until it was too late, with you only knowing because of the high pitched squeal Toga let out, because apparently, she's been watching it like a Hawk to catch her first victim.
And that victim is you.
"Well, Merry Christmas to me.", comes the familiar smokey voice of Dabi, and you feel yourself flush, but unable to drag your eyes away from the bush that might just solve the problem of your pining.
'Will he kiss me this time?' You think to yourself, hoping against hope that that is the case.
When he comes close enough for you to feel his warmth, you manage to drag your gaze to him.
Azure eyes are soft on you, with a simmering heat behind them, shining so pretty and so bright in the surrounding Christmas lights.
Hoots and hollers ring throughout the bar, mostly from Toga, Twice and Magne, the menaces. "WELL?! KISS! IT'S TRADITION!!" came Toga's excited screech.
Smirking lazily, teasingly, he calls over his shoulder, “You don’t have to kiss someone just because of tradition.”
You feel your heart thunder in your chest, but you relax your posture, fold your arms over your chest, mustering all your confidence and say, eyebrow raised, “So you don’t want to?”
He huffs a laugh, stepping under the mistletoe with you. "Well I never said that."
Finally deciding that there are much better ways to occupy your mouths, he grabs your waist, pulling you to him, and kisses you.
He tastes of smoke and peppermint, and you fall a little more in love with him as you melt into his touch, bringing your hands up to cup his scarred cheeks.
A round of wolf whistles and cheers sound out around the room, and you pull away from the kiss to hide your face in his chest in embarrassment,  having completely forgotten that you have an audience. You hear him chuckle lowly in your ear, the ass.
"Aww, I'm so happy for them" Twice says, sighing happily, before switching, "Hey, so you're actually going to enjoy Christmas this year instead of being a Grinch?"
Dabi barks out a laugh, hugging you tightly. "Definitely.", he replies, and you smile a sappy little thing, tilting your face up again.
He looks down at you, soft and adoring,  and leans back in to kiss you. Smiling into the kiss, he whispers against your lips, "Merry Christmas, Dolly."
Surrounded by your friends, your family, with the man you love in your arms, it's a very Merry Christmas indeed.
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My gwynriquin offering is nonexistent in no shape to post yet, but my intended Secrets offering works for today as well.
@polyacotarweek Day 1: Beginnings
I like to pretend something came out of the line, "As High Lady, you are mine." This is part one. Still SFW. Part two will be NSFW. Enjoy!
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As High Lady, you are mine.
Feyre couldn’t get that damn declaration out of her head. Sure her dear friend and training partner had listed every member of the inner circle as loyal people that would come to her defense, but had the second half of his statement been plaguing her thoughts for the past two weeks? Was the second half of his statement making her fearful to drop her mental shields around her own mate?
No.
Cauldron, what she’d give to forget the words he’d so casually thrown that morning. To go back to seeing him as a big brother figure and not an attractive male fueling… curiosities.
“He was frustrated with us,” she muttered to herself. “That’s all.”
“Who?”
She jumped from her seat at her desk as Rhys strolled into the office they now shared. “Rhys. I thought you’d still be out training.” The clock behind her chimed noon. Perhaps she’d just lost track of time, as Rhys was clearly bathed and changed out of his training leathers.
“Az and I finished some time ago. And you’re dodging my question.” Gliding over to the desk, he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her into a tender kiss that only fed her guilt. “If something’s bothering you, I’m always here to lend an ear. Is it something that happened in Spring? A nightmare returning?”
“I’m fine. Nothing like that, I promise.”
He gave a soft hum, sinking into the desk chair and tugging her into his lap. “Alright then. Can I ask one more question?” She nodded, wrapping her arms behind his neck and around his waist. “Cassian says you’ve been a bit distracted lately. Distancing yourself during training. I’ve noticed as much at dinner as well. He fears he’s upset you somehow.” She grimaced, turning her head. “There it is. Care to share your troubles?”
How was she supposed to say this without doing any damage?
“If you’ve had a petty argument, the bonds in our circle run deeper than that.”
Feyre flinched. As careful as she’d been with her shielding, he’d found a crack to snake past. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered. But this secret couldn’t be kept forever. Not without weighing her down. Rhys said nothing, silent and patient, one hand stroking up and down her spine as she carefully structured her confession. “Our bond is mere months old. I want to say up front, I don’t expect anything to change or open.”
He raised a brow. “To open?”
“He said something the other day,” she began again, desperately wishing she could hide her face as she confessed her horrid desire. “It was something in his tone. His phrasing. Gods, you’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
Rhys wasn’t an idiot. She knew she’d given him enough crumbs by now to pick up on what had been bothering her. Humiliated, she buried her face in her hands, trying to find the words that would inflict the least damage.
That is until she felt a silent vibration against her shoulder and all brain function came to a sudden halt. Her mate was laughing at her. Daring to raise her eyes, she found an infuriating smirk on his face. “You aren’t upset with me?”
“For finding Cassian attractive? Hardly.” His smirk shifted to a more thoughtful expression, the hand rubbing her back spider-walking up her spine to summon a soft shutter. “I’ll admit, with the bond being so new I do find myself feeling a bit possessive. Very possessive,” he amended as she gave him the look. “Glare all you like, darling. We both know you don’t mind it as much as you pretend to. As short a time as we’ve been bonded, I know what it does to you when a male calls you his.”
“How did you…”
“You’ve been exceptional, solidifying and holding your shields. But no one’s perfect, my love.” Feyre groaned, the sound soft, but expressing utter mortification. “Not to mention I got a nearly identical lecture the day Cassian was well enough to stand on his own and yell at me for not dragging you home from Spring. When there’s physical attraction and emotional connections mingling, there’s only so long you can pretend it’s something platonic.”
“There’s no way you’re just… accepting this.”
“It doesn’t thrill me, considering the fresh bond, but it doesn’t plant any doubts about the two of us or my relationship with Cassian. The question now is how interested you are in exploring this. Do you want to approach him about it?”
Feyre thought a moment, reading into the tension in the set of his shoulders, the slight change in his breathing, the set of his jaw. He’d put his feelings aside for her, as he always had, but he was not prepared to open their relationship in any way yet, and truly assessing her own feelings, with her confession behind her, neither was she. “No, Rhys. Not yet.” ~~~~~ Several weeks later, Feyre was struggling to stay true to her denial. The problem, Cassian had volunteered to substitute for Azriel in her flight training, as the spymaster was outside of the city for the next two days. To put it simply, while she had improved several required skills in flight maneuvering and wasn’t constantly plummeting into the lake, she still needed correction on multiple points in her form and technique.
While Az had taken a verbal approach to providing pointers, Cassian appeared to be a bit more hands on. He asked for her consent, of course. Illyrians were taught not to touch others’ wings without permission from an early age. But with that permission she became hyper-aware of every little adjustment and guiding touch to her wings, conscious of the heat of his body behind her.
She’d grown used to the close proximity of their daily physical training and fit into it easily enough. Her attraction to him hadn’t changed anything on that front, once her guilt had faded. But this wasn’t the short and sharp impact of a fist or a brief moment being pinned to the mat—though the latter could be hard to brush off at times. This was downright intimate.
His thumb graze the ridge of one of the more delicate bones, prominent from the back of her wings, finally fracturing her resistance. “I think…” She cleared her throat. “I think this should be the last attempt today. Like you said a minute ago, the winds are picking up and I have a lot to catch up on. The official things, I mean.”
He quirked a brow. “Official things?”
“Court things. With Rhys. In our office. You know, official things.”
His eyes narrowed for a moment, but he nodded when she held her position. “Of course. One last try, like you said. And remember what I told you about the updraft coming in.” She nodded, but was still thrown off, wings angled in a way that did the exact opposite of what she was attempting. “It’s a tough one,” Cassian told her, trying to ease her frustration. “And Az was right. He’s probably a better instructor for you with his experience.”
Feyre didn’t bother pointing out this was no longer about mental blocks. “Thanks, Cass. I’ll see you.”
The second she winnowed to the townhouse and found Rhys, she knew she had his full attention. She didn’t care for the clear suspicion on his face either. “Interesting flight lesson, Feyre darling?”
“It was somewhat successful,” she said honestly. “Until the winds picked up.”
He nodded, tugging her flush against his chest. “And was Cassian able to instruct you as well as Az?”
“His methods were different, but worked well enough.”
“Different?”
“Not as verbal,” she gritted out.
“Ah.” He smiled into her neck. “Starting to see how easily you can torture a male, touching his wings?”
She smirked, even as he grazed a nail over the sensitive joint where the membrane met her leathers, summoning a shiver. “You’ve made that no secret,” Feyre murmured, folding one side of his shirt collar down to flick her tongue over the skin she exposed.
Growling softly, Rhys drew back, raising her chin. “It’s going to take more than that if you’re trying to distract me from what I felt through the bond. The tension slipping through.” She winced. “Did he notice it? Return it?”
Feyre blinked. Despite the results of their original conversation, he almost seemed hopeful. “If he did, he hid it well.” They both knew Cassian would never be the type to get between them. Especially considering he was clueless to Rhys' stance in all of this. Hell, Feyre couldn’t quite figure it out yet either. “Rhys—”
“I don’t want to hear an apology regarding any of this, Feyre. And over the past few weeks I’ve been reconsidering the thought of sharing you.” His fingers curled around the back of her neck, his thumb stroking down the side of her throat. “Reminiscing our wild youth.” Her brows shot to her hairline and he chuckled. “In five-hundred years, you try a thing or two.”
She nodded. “So, if I wanted to try a thing or two?”
His lips curled back into that soft smirk, his mental shields parting. “Show me.”
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