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sorry for disappearing for a week! I like being honest with y’all so here’s what happened, a few days ago I had a couple of seizures (pre-existing condition), and I’ve been letting my brain recover since. I’m safe and lucky to have a good support system, fics will come back I promise, I just need some time. I love all of you, please take care of yourselves <3

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I am become boop, the destroyer of worlds.

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Just gonna do one of these; PLEASE INTERACT THIS POST IF YOU'RE OKAY WITH BOOP SPAM

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Quick Manon study

Feel pretty “eh” about this one.

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kittens

Manon x Nesta x Elide x f!Reader

summary: Manon and Nesta let their kittens play with each other.

warnings: leash & collar, pet play, d/s undertones

word count: 499

a/n: this one was a little hard to write, but that wraps up kinktober for this year! thank you all so much for being here

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“On your knees, kitten,” Nesta ordered, you complied, sinking down so your head rested against her hip. 

You stared across the room at Elide, matching you, something you’re certain Manon and Nesta planned out. Each with a set of soft kitten ears on a headband, perched on the tops of your heads, a tail attached to your ass swishing between your legs, both of you adorned in a black lace set. 

You felt a tug on your leash, and dropped your hands to the ground, stumbling slightly when you couldn’t stop staring at the other kitten in the room. Elide was beautiful, long dark hair and dark eyes peering at you with the same intensity. 

Nesta stopped, settling down in a red velvet armchair, the titles of the books on the shelves surrounding you seem to glitter in the low light, the fireplace casting a pleasant warmth over the room. Manon was sitting in an identical chair, just a small table separating the two intimidating females. 

Their combined energy in the room was enough to make it near stifling. 

“Go on,” Nesta cooed, “play.” 

When you hesitated, a gentle twist on your tail sent unexpected pleasure coursing through you, jolting you forward. 

Elide’s lips met yours in a gentle, soft caress, so unlike the biting and sharp pleasure you were used to. A small whimper built in the back of your throat, but you swallowed it. 

Her hand rested against your waist, tentative at first, but gripping harder once you leaned into the touch. 

You reached for her, letting your brush against the side of her breast, her back arched into you, body coming within inches of touching. 

Desire. That was this feeling. You wanted her pressed against you, her entire body lined up with yours, but you didn’t want to cross any lines or boundaries, it was the first time you were playing together, after all, despite how much you’d heard about her. 

“A little more, Elide.” Manon drawled from her seat. 

Two hands grabbed your waist now, pulling you flush against her. 

Lace rubbed against the swells of your breasts, sending a tingling sensation down your stomach. You gasped, pushing further into her, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. 

All too soon, a slight tug came on your leash, pulling you back and away from her. You tilted your head to the side so Nesta wouldn’t see your pout. She wouldn’t like that. You made up your mind to beg her for another playdate later, maybe after you’d plied her with a few orgasms. 

“I know my love,” she brushed a hand over your hair when you settled back next to her, “but we’re taking this slow for the two of you.” 

You glanced up to meet Manon’s eyes. Gold stared back at you with approval, and hunger. 

Nesta bent down to whisper in your ear, but you had a feeling the witch would hear her anyway. “Now go take care of your new friend’s mistress.” 

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Aelin and Rowan - Throne of Glass

Artist: @flavie5dub / @flaviedub

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I MADE IT! I'm printing this out and framing it

mind control the book of breathings x amren

You want the Kinktober Wall of Shame, babe, you got it. Happy Kinktober 😂

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I’m feeling like a little menace, how about Gwyn x Elain x Azriel with praise?😈

I'm nothing if not an enabler.

Very little pleases Elain more than watching her lovers together. Gwyn's breath comes in short gasps as Azriel pushes her knees towards her chest, his sharp, precise thrusts beginning to stutter as he fucks her harder. A wicked gleam lights those vibrant hazel eyes when they linger on the priestess's pale hands clutching the other female's thighs as they cradle her. Elain shushes her in low, soothing tones, smoothing a sun-kissed hand over her pale forehead as the other plucks at Gwyn's rosy nipple, coaxing it to a stiff, flushed peak.

"You're doing so well, Gwyneth," Elain coos, dropping light, reverent kisses on her petal-soft skin as Gwyn moans into her neck. "What a good girl you are, taking Azriel's cock like you were made for it."

"So good," Azriel agrees, pressing his hips into the backs of her slender thighs as he grinds up into her, hitting a spot that has those glorious teal eyes rolling back as she arches towards him. His voice is a sonorous rumble between them, deep and dark as the night and twice as beautiful, with a rough edge to it that would certainly have Elain a whining mess if their positions were reversed. "You feel divine, Gwyn. You're gripping me so tight, sweetheart. Are you going to come?"

"I want to," Gwyn whimpers, raking her teeth over her lower lip as she looks to Elain for permission. Elain, of course, has a hard time denying her anything when she's on the receiving end of that look. "Please? Please can I come?"

"Do you need to?" Elain leans in to steal a brief kiss from those lovely, swollen lips, a smirk twisting her mouth when the other female chases her lips as she pulls away. "Or can you wait a little longer?"

She almost laughs at the pout Gwyn shoots her if it weren't quickly erased by a sharp snap of Azriel's hips. Two of her fingers slip inside the priestess's mouth instead, giving her something to occupy herself with as their shadowsinger chases his own pleasure. Gwyn sucks at her fingers, swirling her tongue around each digit until Elain pulls them from her mouth and drags them down between her breasts, leaving a wet trail from Gwyn's collarbone to her dripping core.

"Since you've been so good, you can come when he does," Elain decides, lightly stroking the damp vee of her fingers on either side of Gwyn's clit, trapping the hard nub between them with a feline smile. "Then it will be my turn, sweet girl. Will you be just as good for me when I lick you clean?"

The twin low, needy moans her lovers give her is sweeter than any symphony she's heard.

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ooh can I get an iced honey and marshmallow chai with whipped cream please?

lucky you're a dreamer

feysand x f!reader

summary: angsty feysand forced proximity with fluff. the one where Rhys is your tutor.

warnings: angst, modern!au

a/n: just a fair warning, this has taken off in my brain and there might be second parts to it!

coffee bar celebration

The tutoring sessions were … well, they were getting results, but you thought it was a bit harder than tutoring ought to be, mainly thanks to your tutor.

He was the most attractive male you'd ever seen, and being locked in a room with him for hours as he guided you through grammar was akin to torture, by your standards. The language itself wasn't the problem.

“You're doing really well,” he'd encouraged you at the end of the last session, the first praise he'd given without hint of sarcasm, and your skin had flushed so aggressively you ducked your head, mumbled a thanks, and pulled out the work for your next class.

He'd hovered behind you for a few moments before leaving. You hated that you hoped he might stay. He'd just squeezed your shoulder, the touch lingering a few seconds too long, and a tad too high on your neck, to be considered polite, and left, snicking the door shut softly behind him.

The next session was the first time you returned one of his flirty comments, and the look on his face was priceless. The way his eyes danced lit something inside of you, a kind of hope you hadn't felt in months, perhaps even years.

Now, you waited patiently for him in your usual reserved room, books already out and strewn across the table, excited to show him the score on the essay he'd helped you edit. A 92. The highest you'd ever gotten on one. Even the professor shot you a look of approval. He'd encouraged the tutoring after all. If things worked out the way you dared hoping they would, you'd need to thank the man.

“I hope you don't mind,” Rhys's smooth voice came at the same time the door opened behind you, you pivoted in your chair and your stomach dropped. “I've brought my girlfriend with me this time.”

Keep it together, keep it together, you chanted to yourself.

But..girlfriend. You blanched, he’d been flirting with you this entire time, and just now decided to disclose that? Right after you started flirting back? Was he trying to make you feel stupid? As if these sessions weren't enough.

She was gorgeous too, with long blonde hair and blue grey eyes, a picture in herself. Someone deserving of a painting hanging in a museum.

“This is Feyre,” Rhysand introduced you. “Feyre, I've already told her all about you.”

Feyre's eyes lit up as she bent over to hug you where you sat.

“He's been less of an asshole lately, and I think I have you to thank for that,” she winked at you, and squeezed the top of your shoulder.

This must be some kind of sick and humiliating nightmare because your cheeks flushed under her attention, bringing a craving for more of it. It was bad enough you were attracted to your tutor, you didn't need to add his girlfriend into this mix.

“Let's get started,” Rhys clapped his hands, and you pushed your essay across the table, barely hearing his congratulations over the roaring in your ears.

Barely, by a frayed thread, you managed to hold yourself together through the rest of the session. It was torture. This was torture. You'd have to do this again, you knew that as the tears streamed down your face, as soon as the door closed behind you. Go back again, or risk failing the class. Still, as that fragile hope in your chest extinguished, you wondered if it was worth it.

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I'll be keeping this open through the end of this week <3

2k coffee bar celebration

thank you all SO much, every single one of you means the world to me and I thought this could be a fun way to celebrate, so send in your drink combos! I’ll link the drabbles/ mini-fics here once they’re completed <3

**all will be x reader unless otherwise requested!

honey hazelnut marshmallow cappuccino with cinnamon and cold foam, iced

honey lavender latte with cold foam

yerba mate with maple, pumpkin spice, cold foam, and cinnamon

lavender, vanilla chai with cinnamon sprinkle

hazelnut latte, iced

hazelnut, gingerbread, pistachio cold brew with whipped cream and cinnamon

maple chai with cinnamon

vanilla cappuccino with cinnamon and ice

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Hello my lovely Giftee,

Santa is so happy that you are excited about your present and that you like the premise! I thought it might be fun to share a word search with the titles of the three chapters hidden within it.

Link: https://www.instagram.com/p/DBosDcMo-IE/?igsh=OTd1Z3o1aTloZDQ3

Clues:

Chapter One: R_____ F__ D_______

Chapter Two: A S____ S_______

Chapter Three: T______ I_ P_______

Question of the day: What are some of your favourite books outside of the world of ACOTAR?

Have a wonderful week.

Santa 💕

SANTA! I am so so sorry I missed this.

Thank you this puzzle was so much fun, and I'm so incredibly excited to read your art and very appreciative of you <3

Here's my guesses

1) Recipe For Disaster

2) A Sweet Surprise

3) Trouble in Paradise

For your question, oooo goodness you opened up a whole can of worms and I apologize in advance but I can't help but giving a whole essay for this question. My favorite series I can't bring myself to read again (because I'm not ready to cry that much yet) is his dark materials by Phillip Pullman.

My favorite memoirs are a walk in the woods by Bill Bryson and the call the midwife memoirs by Jennifer Worth.

My favorite lit-fic is Little Rot by Akwaeke Emezi, this book of theirs is so fucked up and incredibly captivating.

I'm also a grishaverse fan, I'm currently reading the wheel of time and love it so far, even though progress is slow, and I've only read the first two but I love the shades of magic trilogy so far.

What are some of your favorites?

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weapons

Ruhnlidia x f!Reader

summary: Ruhn and Lidia are aching to use their guns in a way you didn't expect.

warnings: gun in v, smut

word count: 1460

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You eyed his gun, the one he’d gladly taught you to shoot, with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

Ruhn said something, earlier, that stuck in your head no matter what you tried to get it out. 

Finger on the trigger, you almost missed your shot with Ruhn’s words, muttered in a low voice that sent shivers down your spine. “Watching you makes me think of other ways we can put that to use.”

The bullet struck right in the center of the paper target. Carefully switching on the safety before placing it down, barrel pointed away from you, you whirled on him. 

“What other uses, Ruhn?”

“You’ll have to find out,” he brushed your hair off your neck, his hand lingering a second too long to be appropriate. 

“When?” You demanded. 

He only smiled, and nudged his chin at the gun, a sign to keep going.

Not before shooting him a dirty look, you returned to the task at hand, all the time your mind thinking what the hell he meant and why he had to say it like that. 

As long as you’ve known him, Ruhn had never cleaned his gun. Lidia did hers nightly, but Ruhn hadn’t seemed to care. 

Now, he sat with a cloth and cleaner going through every tiny hole and crevice. 

“What are you doing?” You finally asked. 

“Getting it ready,” he answered noncommittally. 

“Haven’t put it together yet?” Lidia asked. She sat adjacent to you, long blonde hair loose behind her back. You took a moment to study her features, the beauty of her, of both of them, always ready to knock you off your feet. 

“Obviously not,” you grumbled, crossing your arms. Cthona, you hated when you weren’t in on something. 

“He wants to fuck you with it, darling.”

Your eyes widened before shooting to Ruhn, who was now glaring at the blonde. 

“Then it’s my turn,” she winked at you, ignoring the male in the room. 

Subconsciously, a small smile crept onto your face. For a former spy, she could be quite horrible at keeping things from you. She kept cleaning, the cloth digging into all of the little crevices. 

“I was going to ask you first, but I wanted to be prepared,” he rolled his eyes. “Unloaded, of course.” 

Was it what you wanted? Something you wanted? The sheer competency they both showed with their guns in their hands excited you, made it difficult for you to hide your scent sometimes, and maybe they’d picked up on it in the past. 

They’d both been so strict on gun safety that you’d never truly let yourself imagine this possibility. 

But, maybe you could stand to be a little greedy. If you wanted it ... you wanted both of them.

“I want both of you,” you emphasized, imagining them taking turns fucking you with their guns. 

“Oh?” Lidia paused her methodical movements. “Someone’s greedy,” she teased. You rolled your eyes. 

“Both or none.” It was a test, you supposed, if this was something they really wanted to do. You wanted to make sure they weren’t doing it just to please you. 

“Both was the plan, but I’m glad to see you’re already thinking of it,” Lidia confirmed. Relief swept through you, just as tension built in your core. “But it’ll wait till tonight,” she added, and frustration mixed in. It was barely the afternoon. 

From the corner of your vision, you saw Ruhn with the slightest pout on his face, like he’d expected to clean his gun and immediately get the reward for it. You wondered if Lidia was making him do it. 

After dinner, you were nearly bouncing with excitement. But a new episode of a show Lidia was just hooked on came out, and she made both of you watch it with her. She was enjoying playing game master, you could tell that. There was a slight twinkle in her eyes each time she caught you and Ruhn eyeing each other, and you wondered how much of the show she could actually be taking it, with the rising sexual tension between the three of you taut enough to cut with the slightest nick from a blade. 

Ruhn’s hand rested on your right thigh, your head perched on Lidia’s shoulder, her arm wrapped around your shoulders. The main characters were doing something, one person shot another but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Instead you let your right hand slip around Ruhn’s back, just brushing over where he kept his gun holstered, before wrapping around his back and tugging him closer to you. 

A chuckle under his breath, but he obeyed and slid close enough for your thighs to touch. 

“Needy,” he teased, squeezing your thigh. 

“I just want you close,” you slid your hand out from behind him and rested it on top of his. 

“I’m trying to focus,” Lidia said half-heartedly. 

Well, you were sick of this kind of focus, and the show was available on streaming anyway. She could catch up later. 

You pressed a kiss to where her shoulder and neck met, she arched away to give you more space to work with. 

Ruhn groaned, well aware of every movement you made. 

Twisting yourself, you brushed a hand up her inner thigh, in time with an open mouth kiss to your neck. 

“Fuck this,” Ruhn echoed your sentiment and grabbed the remote, pausing the show. You built on the moment, twisting fully to climb on Lidia’s lap. She was the one you had to convince, after all. 

It didn’t take much convincing. A few more kisses to her neck, one to the corner of her mouth, and she fisted her hand in the back of your hair, drawing your lips to hers. 

Soft, sweet, but firm she commanded the kiss, her hand guiding you by your hair to lie on your back, she knelt between your legs, running her hands up and down your sides. 

“Couldn’t even wait for the show to finish?” She glanced at the paused screen, you bit back your smile. 

“No, you’re too tempting.” You sat up, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, bringing her in for another brief kiss. “And I think it counts as tonight now.” It was dark outside, after all. 

“I agree,” Ruhn said roughly from behind both of you. 

“Fine,” Lidia said, and shoved you back down on the couch. “But I get to go first.” 

You heard Ruhn stand, and watched from the corner of your eye as he plucked Lidia’s gun from her waistband, emptying the spare bullets into his hand. He winked at you and piled them on the corner of the coffee table, before re-holstering her gun, his hand lingering on her waist for a few seconds, before he retreated to an armchair with a clear view of the show. 

Carefully, Lidia lifted your shirt, stripping you bare from the waist up. Leaning back, she examined you like someone who’d just won a grand prize. She nipped at your neck, softening the bite with her tongue, before leaving open mouthed kisses down your chest. 

Her fingers dug into your waistband, taking the rest of your clothes with her as she pulled. Cool air nipped at your skin, instinctively your legs pushed together. 

“No,” she corrected, and shoved them back apart. “You don’t hide from us.” 

“I wasn’t,” you half-whined, reaching for her, craving the feel of her against her. Always craving. 

“Sure you weren’t,” Ruhn cut in from his corner. 

You nearly rolled your eyes, but Lidia’s movements caught your attention instead. The female slid down, now prone between your legs. Her tongue darted out, leaving a kitten lick against the already wet area. 

“I bet I could shove it right in you,” she murmured, before almost burying her face between your legs. Your head fell back against the arm rest, an obnoxious moan leaving your lips. 

“Fuck baby,” Ruhn cursed, and you didn’t know which of the two of you he was speaking to. Lidia, currently devouring you, or you, wrapped in the throes of pleasure. 

At first, you barely felt it as something cold and hard poked at your entrance, but the gun quickly made itself known. Lidia’s tongue kept flicking your clit as she twisted the gun back and forth across your entrance, your legs parting wider to accommodate, one now thrown over the side of the couch. 

Each bit, every inch, was foreign as she slowly edged it inside of you. Ridges hit against your inner walls, sending your hips bucking. 

Footsteps sounded, and Ruhn was standing behind Lidia, whispering in her ear. You caught bits and pieces of it. 

“Look at her.” “How good you fuck her.” “Hot.” 

You wished there was a mirror so you could see yourself. 

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Oh I saw the atl.ending! I love it. Though if y/n *could* fake her death and ride off into the sunset, she definitely could. And she could move continents, leave them to suffer. But I think death is the *safest* option for our girl.lol

Thank you!

Death might be the safest, but I think she'd end up back there whether of her own volition or not, I definitely played with both options for the series! But I made some promises she wouldn't die, and mentally included fake death in those! If it was up to her, she probably would've made them suffer a little longer.

You've got me wanting to write a hundred alternate endings to the series now. Or start a new dark!rowaelin series

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chase me baby

Cassian x f!Reader

summary: you and Cassian act out a fantasy

warnings: cnc, light degradation, smut

word count: 936

a/n: the titles for these just keep getting worse

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“You get a ten minute head start. If I catch you, I fuck you, when I fuck you - you’ll have bruises all over that pretty body of yours.” 

“What if that’s what I want?” 

His eyes darkened. You ran, tearing through the woods surrounding your cabin. Branches tore at your arms, your legs, everything. But still - you needed a place to hide. That one look in his eyes, such contrast to the typical lightness, set you ablaze and struck fear with a little bit of something else right into your core. 

It felt wrong, it felt right, it was your deepest fantasy. One that took years for you to confide in Cassian about, but as soon as the details left your lips his scent had changed and you knew you hadn’t needed to fear for that long. 

That conversation, though present in some part of your mind felt distant as adrenaline took over. 

Legs still pumping, you slowed as you reached a clearing. The moonlight danced off the clear pond in front of you, highlighting its murky depths. Several climbable trees surrounded the area, and you figured that was as good of a spot as ever. His wings might make it a little more difficult for him to retrieve you from. 

Just as you placed a hand on the bark of a large pine, a shadow covered it. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees as hot breath ghosted your neck. 

“Gotcha,” he murmured. One hand placed against your spine, gently, before he shoved you forward. Bark biting into breasts, your teeth dig into your bottom lip. 

“That wasn’t ten minutes,” you complained. 

“I never said I’d play fair,” he responded as if he was a daemati. 

Fight, your mind screamed at you. He would be so easy to give into. But that’s the point, neither of you wanted easy right now. 

You let your body go limp against the trees, feeling his hand lift in surprise. You took your shot and propelled yourself around the tree, darting off into the forest again. You chose trees that were close enough together it would be difficult for him to fly through. 

Wings beat above you, and you knew he wanted you to hear. Right now, you were his prey and he was on the hunt. 

Fear took over your senses, some primal instinct telling you which way, which trees to weave through, how to evade, evade, evade. 

Cassian met you at the next clearing. You’d never stood a shot as he pinned you up against the tree, this time with his body. Feral delight gleamed in his eyes as you screamed shoving at his chest. 

One hand pinned both of your wrists above your head, the rough bark scratching at your skin. 

“What was it I promised you?” Cassian mused. You froze. 

‘You’ll have bruises all over that pretty body of yours.’

The words echoed silently in the minimal space between you. A foreshadowing, a warning, a destiny you weren’t quite ready to accept yet. 

Thrashing like a trapped animal, you couldn’t quite break his hold. 

He laughed, low and dark in your ear, one hand still gripping your wrists as the other pushed your hip flush against the tree. As if in slow motion, his body followed, fully securing you in place. Your legs parted wide to accommodate his. 

“Little whore can’t help it,” he chuckled at the movement. 

You tried to kick with your heel, but he parted his legs, widening yours to almost uncomfortable levels. That edge of discomfort was strangely arousing. You hated it, but not enough to want it to stop. 

His hand curled around your throat, cutting off the protest on the tip of your tongue. “I’m getting tired of this,” he sighed, but you saw the darkness gleaming in his eyes. Cassian wasn’t anywhere near tired or done. 

With a few swift movements, he flipped you so your breasts crushed against the wood, a red thread of power replaced his hands pinning yours above your head. He was done with you running, but not quite finished with you yet. 

“I should just fuck you against this tree, like a bitch in heat,” he murmured, Subconsciously, you arched your back, he noticed before you’d realized what you'd done. “You want it, don’t you, dirty girl?” 

The question was obviously rhetorical. Consciously, what counts - you told yourself, you began trashing in the binds again. Cassian’s hands gripped your thighs, fingers hot fire against your skin, chilled from the night air. He slid your dress up, bunching it around your waist, carefully side stepping your attempted kick backwards. 

Fabric ripped as he tore your underwear clean off, the material pinching your skin on the way out. Barely turning your head over your shoulder, you watched as he tucked it into his pocket. 

“I should make you do this,” Cassian mused, undoing the laces on his pants. 

“Fuck off,” you spat at him. He chuckled. 

“No, I don’t think so.” 

With a loud smack landing on your ass, drawing a yelp from you, he settled himself behind you.

Still throwing yourself from side to side, you were beginning to grow tired and he knew it, but patience was never his strong suit. 

He gripped both of your hips, sliding home into you. No time to adjust as you’d usually have, he tore through your walls, leaving you shattered below him. 

For once, you were thankful for the binds holding you up as he thrust into you, over and over again, shaking the tree with his efforts. Without them, you surely would've collapsed by now. 

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Breeding for feysand and dove 👀👀👀

The way I should have known there would be at least two of you jumping all over this when I decided to include it as a prompt 😅💕. This wound up being more lore-heavy than I'd intended, but it should give you some idea of my post-CS plans for them.

CW (aside from the obvious): biting, blood, the slightest appearance of beast!Rhys.

"Good girl, Feyre," I whisper against my mate's sweaty temple as she shivers against me, shifting my hips as I spread my legs a little wider. Ovulation makes her so sensitive these days that even the slightest touch has her whimpering into my shoulder. Rhys's hands rest against my knees, and I can feel the tremor in them as he settles back on his heels, tilting his face towards the sky as sweat dries on his brow. "You're doing so well."

With four grown children, I hadn't expected either of them to want to try again. But they love being parents, and I love them enough to want to raise a few more babies with them. The moon is high in the sky, and when I close my eyes, I can almost hear the beating of the drums building like a fever.

There's a reason we chose a spot overlooking one of the more remote villages in our territory celebrating Calanmai. Surrendering our power to the earth, silently hoping we'll be blessed in return. There's enough raw magic in the air tonight to light up the whole world; it dances along my skin, building like a wave between us. There's no way it's not going to affect the fertility potions my mates have been taking. One of us probably should have thought of that, given their experimental nature.

A low growl rumbles in Rhysand's chest, and there's a predatory shine in his eyes when he looks at me that I've only seen a few times since we were mated. The beast beneath the High Lord's glamour. We so rarely get to play, and I meet that hungry look with a sharp smile of my own.

"Give her what she wants," I purr, tangling my hand in Feyre's hair as I cup the back of her head, "and then you can have me. Put a baby in our pretty mate, and I'm all yours. See how desperate she is for it? For you?"

It's his turn to shiver as Feyre presses back against him, and that growl deepens into something primal and vicious. Her eyes blaze like the heart of a star, burning into mine as his now-clawed hands close around her hips, yanking her back until he's sheathed within her again. I already miss her warmth. From this angle, I can see the slight bulge in her stomach when she sinks back onto his cock, her breasts heaving like the sheer size of him has forced the air from her lungs.

Two sets of gleaming eyes lock on my hands as they trail over my body, stroking and kneading and teasing until I can feel my own arousal dripping onto the thick, knit blanket beneath us. They get off watching me just as I do watching them — something I've always found a little hard to believe in spite of the years of evidence supporting it.

Feyre whines as Rhys sinks his teeth into the meat of her shoulder, his large hands coming to roughly cup her breasts as she rides him, taking her own pleasure without a thought for his — the way he usually prefers it. It's a wonderful thing to watch her lose herself like this. Blood trickles over her collarbone as he nips and licks at her throat, and I can't tell if the mountain's beginning to shake beneath us or if it's just me, losing myself in the energy and the hot, blinding need radiating down the mating bond.

Cold, blue lightning dances behind my eyelids as rough fingers reach out to circle my clit, hard and messy and just enough to send me tumbling into an orgasm that has my back arching as my heels dig into the ground. I can feel my magic soaking into the earth, warming it as it dissipates.

Strangely, I hadn't thought it would take much from me since I had considered my title more ceremonial, not to mention my more passive role in this particular ritual.

"You're thinking too much." My eyes flutter open at Rhys's roughened tone, and I give him a lazy, feline smile as Feyre's head lolls back against his shoulder. Her own release drips down the base of his cock as she gasps for breath. He drags gleaming white teeth over her earlobe, a particularly sharp thrust drawing a ragged gasp from her.

It's plain to see she's getting tired, and there's something a little more raw and feral in Rhys's eyes than I'm used to. My mind is still a little hazy as I push myself up onto my knees and crawl until I can put my hands on them. Her skin is cold and slick with sweat, but his is much too warm.

I'll have to adjust the dose again, but that's not important now.

"Feyre," I murmur, pressing my hands to her cheeks as I rain light, gentle kisses to her lips. They're cold, so cold, but when her eyes open, they're still bright with starlight. "Are you still with us, love?"

"I think it's going to work," she whispers, her fingers wrapping around my wrists to hold me there. "I want you to touch me. I need to feel you, Dove, please-"

"I'm right here," I say, guiding her head back to my shoulder. Her breath is warm against my skin, and she drops my wrists in favor of winding her arms around my neck. I rest a hand against her back, rubbing light, soothing circles between her shoulders as I raise my free hand to Rhys's mouth.

His lips part as he captures my fingers between teeth too sharp to be entirely fae and begins to suck, humming low in his throat as his tongue swirls around each digit. Feyre's end of the mating bond is quieter, softened by her own orgasm, whereas Rhysand's is anything but. There's a strange mix of devotion and a sharp, possessive hunger tempered only by the overwhelming desire to protect. Some part of him knows she's tired, in spite of that drive to mark, to claim, to breed her and show the world who she belongs to.

"Alright, handsome," I tease, laughing lowly at the way his eyes shine at the compliment. "You come in her, and you can have me any way you like for as long as you can stand it."

'A dangerous promise, little dove,' he purrs into my mind, lovingly sliding a claw along my mental shield. 'I could last all night.'

"I'm counting on it."

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Helloo, can I have a vanilla cappuccino with cinnamon aaand ice? 😁 Here for that pain and longing

summary: nesta, amnesia, spice, angst

warnings: a bit of smut, angst

a/n: thank you for sending this in!

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It was a curse, a play Nesta had run out over centuries, haunting and lovely and soul-crushing. She thought she'd known pain before you, but for the joy and love you brought to her she'd endure near anything. Including this.

Nesta had successfully made you fall in love with her five times, and there would be a sixth, seventh, eighth, for the rest of her miserable immortal life, because you were the spot of joy and light and goodness she didn't deserve.

She knelt between your legs, you spread out as a goddess above her, licking softly at your clit. Starting with enough pressure to tease you. She knew your body better than you could ever hope to. She shoved the miserable thought away and focused on you again, turning her head to leave a teasing nip at the crease of your thigh. Her arms wrapped around your legs, pulling you closer, burying herself in your sweet taste and scent.

It was like clockwork, this curse. As you laid next to her, sated, Nesta curled herself around you, not unlike a cat. She pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, and set herself in for a sleepless night.

Bright moonlight streamed through the open window, but she couldn't bring herself to close it. Darkness or light, she wouldn't sleep.

Morning came, bags now building under her eyes as you blinked yours open. You shuffled to the side, eyes widening as you spotted her. “Gods sorry, how much did I drink last night?”

Nesta hadn't cried yet when you woke, but maybe the sixth time was her breaking point.

[throneofsapphics]

OMG HELLO????? the twist at the end she has to KILL THEM????? omg ur minddddddd i’m like actually obsessed

hehe thank you <33 I'm glad! It should make things interesting