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carynthiangwyn · 2 months

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Too Much

a/n there is no plot whatsoever, it's just smut lmao. this is my first time writing smut so I'm a bit nervous but I hope you like it! big thanks to @bearbluebooks for reading over this for me<3

Read on A03 here!

Gwyn learns that a simple, teasing comment, can get her in a world of trouble (or perhaps pleasure) with Azriel. WC: 1115 Warnings: porn w/o plot, overstimulation, Azriel is a talker in the bedroom, he fingers her but that's about it.

Gwyneth Berdara was sure that she had gone to heaven as her body shuddered for what felt like the hundredth time within an hour.

“There you go lovely,” Azriel rasped in her ear, “just like that.”

If her mind could have formed any words, she would have cursed the bastard for the smirk she could practically hear in his voice. With her back to his chest, she may not be able to see his face but she knew that the cocky son of a bitch was enjoying every second of this.

One of her hands reached down to latch onto his wrist as the digits inside of her still moved in and out even after she came down from her high.

“T-Too much,” Gwyn whimpered, her body shaking from the overstimulation.

Azriel slowed his hand but didn’t stop, his long, scarred fingers still reaching so deep inside her that it made her thigh quiver, “Awe, but I thought you said you could take it my love? Or was that your pretty little mouth running before your mind could catch up?”

Her mind flashed back to how she got into this pleasure filled mess to begin with. All it took was a few too many drinks at Rita’s with the girls for Gwyn to come back home to Azriel and boldly tell him, “I doubt you’d be able to make me cum more times in one night than I could do with my own hand.” She had meant it as nothing more than a drunken, teasing comment, but today she came back from her usual morning training to find Azriel in the bedroom and she hadn’t left his arms or the bed since.

Gwyn opened her mouth to defend her drunken self but was cut off by her own cry as Azriel took that moment to curl his fingers just right to hit that spot inside her that her own could never reach. Her legs snapped shut around his hand as she tried to keep up with the onslaught of pleasure racking her body.

“No no,” Azriel tsked, using his free hand to grasp her thigh and open her legs again, “you’re going to sit on my lap and take it like a good girl, okay?”

She felt her entire body clench at his words and he let out a husky laugh. Every single one of Gwyn’s senses were elevated as her body danced along the fine line between pain and pleasure. Somehow Azriel always knew exactly how far to push her even if she didn’t know it herself.

“So responsive.” he whispered to himself. He then leaned closer to Gwyn while slowing his fingers once more, and Azriel’s tone was softer as he asked, “Do you remember the safe word?”

She nodded her head quickly as her hips started lifting up from his, trying to get his hands back at their previous euphoric pace.

“I need your words, lovely.” Azriel gently pushed, needing the verbal confirmation from her lips.

“Yes Az,” she gasped, “I remember the safeword.”

He hummed, “And what is the safe word?”

Now he was just fucking with her.

“Red, the safe word is red Azriel,” Gwyn cried, “now please for the love of the Mother, keep going!”

Az chuckled, “You’re so impatient, my love.”

But he obeyed her request and soon his hand was moving at a steady pace between her thighs, curling his fingers with every pull, and grinding his palm against her clit with every push. Gwyn practically sighed in delight, before biting her lips and letting her head fall back against Azriel’s chest as she tucked her face under his chin. She didn’t know whether she was trying to run from the pleasure she so desperately begged for or from the embarrassment of being so needy in the first place.

“None of that now,” he cooed, the soft tone of his voice made Gwyn’s mind turn to absolute mush with how drastically it contrasted the way he was so unabashedly making her fall apart by just his fingers. “I want to see your pretty face and hear your voice.” The hand which was previously holding her legs open now grasped her chin, his thumb tugging Gwyn’s lips from her teeth while simultaneously turning her head to face forward.

She felt his soft kisses trail up the now exposed skin of her neck, leaving little bite marks in its wake. It was going to be a bitch covering those up before training tomorrow.

“Az I’m gonna cum,” Gwyn gasped, “f-fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“What pretty sounds,” he murmured against her neck, “cum for me then, my love.” She let out a high whine as Azriel sped up the movement of his fingers and removed his hand from her face to rub tight circles on her clit.

The coil in her abdomen wound tighter with each passing movement. Her mind was consumed with a haze of lust and pleasure with the only grounding force being the scarred hands that played her body better than any instrument known to Pyrthian. Gwyn gasped for air as her hips started squirming on its own from Azriel’s ministrations. She was entirely overwhelmed from how good it felt and she didn’t know whether she wanted him to stop so she could catch her breath or keep going until she didn’t know which way was up and which way was down.

“Fucking hell,” she cried out, “I can’t, it’s too much.”

“Yes you can, my love,” he gently coaxed in her ear, “come on, you sang so well for me the past three times, surely you can do it a fourth?”

To Gwyn’s utmost surprise, Azriel’s hands sped up even more to a pace that made her eyes roll back into her head as her back arched off of his chest. With a loud cry, she felt the coil in her stomach snap and utter bliss overcame her body. His name was the only word that left her mouth along with whimpers as those long fingers never stopped curling inside her or circling her clit. If she had even half of a mind Gwyn would have been embarrassed at the noises that escaped her.

“Gods above, you sound so pretty,” Azriel moaned out himself, “what a good fucking girl.”

As her orgasm slowly faded away, Gwyn registered the soft kisses which now peppered her skin and the soothing rub of Azriel’s hands on her thighs, stomach, and breasts. With heavy breaths she leaned into his touch, finding comfort in her mate.

“You did so well for me,” he cooed in her ear, “but you didn’t think we were done yet did you?”

Mother help her soul.

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carynthiangwyn · 3 months

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From one gwynriel stan to another, I gotta rant. I’ve seen a lot of anti-Azriel commentary by Eluciens the past few days and it drives me nuts. I agree that Azriel isn’t well-suited for Elain, and he has a lot of growth and development. But Eluciens seem to take this as a nod to start picking out every flaw of Az and ragging on him in order to elevate Lucien. I adore Lucien, but Eluciens should fight a way to bolster their ship without acting like Az is Satan’s spawn. Idk if they’ve been acting up as a recently bc it’s more certain that Azriel/Gwynriel’s book is next, and they have to wait longer for an Elucien book.

Hello Anon,

All of what you said!!!! It is frustrating and it just builds so much bad blood 😤

Its not just that Az isn't suited for Elain we agree Elain is also not suited for Az as well , we don't want her anywhere around him. He needs someone who won't judge him and we all know how Elain was with Nesta. Az has a lot of work to do and Elain is only bad news.

A lot of new Eluciens and some of the older ones are basically Elriel like ( the aggressive ones) in nature.... They are aggressive, often Supremely stupid and try to cover all of their idiotic behaviour behind politically sensitive words such as feminism, misogyny etc.

Not all Eluciens are like that and I know that for a fact , some of my friends are Eluciens and they are great human beings and know how to celebrate Lucien without pulling Azriel into the equation. If you can't elevate a character without taking Azriel's name that in itself tells you the story.

They are obviously bothered by how popular Az is and he clearly lives rent free in their head !!!! ... And you are right they are acting out because SJM basically slapped them all in the face by giving us a glimpse of a different side to Az is in HOFAS and clearly people are thrilled and excited for his story .... it would rub antis in the wrong way and I am literally laughing everytime I see a sad attempt at ... Lucien also did this I give him a 10 ...please people pick him.... reeks of desperation!!!!

Lucien is a great character and he has so much potential its a shame that people don't know how to celebrate him in a positive fun way.

Gwynriels should just ignore the noise , just know that this fandom LOVES Az .... the number of stans to antis with Az is 500:1 so we are in a good position and we should be smug about it. If you continue seeing anti Az posts , stop sharing or interacting with all Elucien related content on all platforms and block the toxic ones !!! When Gwynriels can call out bad behaviour from our side I don't see why Eluciens can't do the same!!!

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carynthiangwyn · 3 months

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This Gwyneth Berdara fanart from Kloartz is so cute 😍. The way the artist brings out her eyes is incredible. Do check her IG page from the link above and give the artist the much deserved love ❤️

I cannot wait to read about Gwyns story , her journey ahead 🤗

Repost only with the permission of the artist

Character belongs to Sarah J Maas

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carynthiangwyn · 7 months

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Quinlar are confirmed mates, then it might be only a matter of time 😏⏳

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carynthiangwyn · 7 months

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Ahsoka episode 4 director Peter Ramsey with Ivanna Sakhno, Natasha Liu Bordizzo, and Ray Stevenson

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carynthiangwyn · 7 months

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For all of my wonderful Cassian girlies ...here is my first Cassian Commission for all of you by the very talented artworkbyzoeholland . This is a special dedication to one of my best friends in the fandom @fiercehildr 🤗

Zoe was an absolute delight to work with , her Azriel with Nyx still remains a favourite and I wanted to get a Cassian from her and I love it . I hope all of you do too.

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carynthiangwyn · 7 months

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My personal favourite Gesseuter serving us some Valkyrie Gold 😍😍😍😍

Repost only allowed with permission from Artist

Characters belong to Sarah J Maas

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carynthiangwyn · 7 months

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I'm Looking, Respectfully

Gwyn, Nesta, and Emerie end up at Feyre's charity car wash, and some jaws end up on the floor.

#this was hot

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carynthiangwyn · 7 months

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𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥🩸

“So keep in mind all the sacrifices I'm makin'

To keep you by my side

To keep you from walkin' out the door”

art by me

#nessian #acotar

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carynthiangwyn · 7 months

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my favourite archeron sister and yes i will fight you on that

#she is so gorgeous #nesta archeron has a special place in my heart

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carynthiangwyn · 7 months

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Holding Me Like Water In Your Hands

A cross continental move forces Aelin Galathynius to open her eyes wider than before, and at the doors of Terrasen's most exclusive and expensive private high school, she realizes her life is flowing through her. And if she wants to make the most of her life, she needs to grab onto something. Or maybe someone.

Word Count: 2k

Chapter Four

The rest of the weekend had come and gone. Mostly filled with Mom and I smoothing over the cracks in our new lifestyle. Additional furniture and appliances were acquired. A brilliant, albeit expensive, coffee machine was the best feature of our home now. It made incredible espresso, which had been fueling my moping.

Tonight, Evalin decided we would come together and cook a meal. We decided on grilled salmon with patotoes and asparagus. Simple enough, while also fitting whatever diet my mother had recently taken up.

I was currently plating our meal as she grabbed the salmon off the pan.

Soft footsteps made their way into the dining room, and my mother followed, setting the plate in the centre of the table.

We both pulled out chairs out and sat. Her posture was straight and rigid. Always the perfectionist.

I sat with one leg dangling, the other curled up into me. A posture my father absolutely loathed.

"Well, I'd say we are quite the chefs." My mother remarked, piling delicate amounts of food onto her plate.

"Not bad," I laugh. "For us. Better than yesterday for sure," I say, following her and scooping a helping of each into my own plate.

Yesterday we had burnt the chicken thighs we had bought, then promptly ordered a gluten free, veggie filled pizza.

"I'm not used to a gas stovetop. But, that simply means a new skill, hm?" She says, between bites of food. Never speaking with her mouth open.

"Sure, Mom."

She regards me, and then her gaze flits back to her plate. I continue eating. The only noise in the room is that of our breathing and the scrapes of our cutlery on the new plates.

Dinners together in my family were rare. With Mom and Dad both spending evenings working overtime, I ate alone almost every night. It made me into quite the skilled chef, but left me feeling empty. Dinners alone, in our big kitchen, only accompanied by the noises of the outside world. I would often sit at the island in our luxurious marble kitchen, perched as I am now, and pretend my parents were there, engaging with me.

Some evenings Phillipa was there, and would keep me company, but as the sole gaurdians to Dorian, and his younger brother Hollin, those evenings were few and far between. She worked as an in house maid, and mostly cleaned during the day when the boys would be at school. Sometimes cooking and leaving me meals with cute sticky notes attached.

Those days were far behind.

My mother's fork scraped her plate. "So," she started. "You start highschool tomorrow, how do you feel?"

Awful. I have no friends. "Fine" I say.

"You have a cousin here," and her face is a little pale as she says it. Her eyes scan my own. Searching for whatever feeling she assumes will follow.

I just scoff.

The nonchalant way she tosses that out chafes against me. My image of my family has always been just my parents and I. The idea of a cousin on top of the move, on top of Mom and Dad’s issues. Its as if the tide is rising, and I have no sense of direction, no way to swim up because I no longer know where that is.

Tossing down my cutlery, I shift to move my other knee up so I can wrap my arms around my body, creating a safe little shell.

"And how old is this cousin?" My eyes stare directly into her, not backing down.

"Your age. Maybe a few months older."

"Why am I just now learning about their existence?"

She looks pained. I feel like that's an expression I've seen so often on her face recently. So different from the Evalin Galathynius that imposed through the courts of Rifthold.

She moves closer to the table so she can drop her head into her hands. She just shakes her head, and I sit across from her wondering how the fuck we ended up in this situation.

As an only child, I've never wished for any other siblings. Seeing how Hollin and Dorian interacted made me glad of that. But a cousin? A possibility of an aunt or uncle? There being more to my family than just Rhoe, Evalin and Aelin? That's what seems nonsensical.

"Your father and I left Orynth not long after your birth for our own reasons, and yes, that separated you and Aedion," she takes a deep breath. "But it was not without extreme thought, and we realized it would be better… this way."

"Better for me? Or better for Dads job?" I bite out.

"For everyone Aelin,"

"Mmkay "

"What do you think about this? About Aedion?" She probes.

"Never met him. How would I know."

"He's attending Orynth Rise. You'll probably see him there."

"And what do I do? Walk up to some mysterious stranger and say, "Oh hi there! I'm your cousin you've probably never heard of or even know!""

"He knows about you." She smiles sheepily.

I just stare at her.

A cousin. That apparently knows about meet, whom I've never met, or heard about.

"Is this why we moved to Orynth?" I ask quietly.

"A part of it," she nods then continues to eat.

I want to pull my hair out.

"For fucks sake mom! Give me a straight answer!" I bark out, no longer composed.

Her face snaps up, and her mouth is open in a shocked expression. "Aelin Galathynius! Do not curse at me! Good Gods!"

I roll my eyes, and drop my legs back down to the floor. Pushing out of my chair, my meal only halfway eaten, I grab my plate and storm off to the kitchen.

Maybe I'm overreacting, but after moving across the continent, and not really adjusting to the fact that my entire life is now somehow different, plus the fact I have extended family, is really overdoing it for me currently.

I scrape the food left on my plate into the little compost bin, and move to put my plate in the sink. I can hear my mother stomping over to the kitchen.

"Aelin!" She yells.

I ignore her.

She moves towards me and grabs the plate from my hands. And I stare up at her, forcing calm.

"Why are you acting this way!" She yells, looking far angrier than she was moments ago. "Look, love, I understand this is a big change, but you've been moping and overreacting to everything!" She's put the plate down and her arms come to rest on my shoulders, I shake her off.

Her face falls.

"Aelin," her voice is soft, like trying to tame a wild animal. And I guess I'm the wild animal right now, dramatically scurrying away from anything that scares me.

I'm trapped here, between Mom and the door from the kitchen, and paralyzed by the change in my life, far too swift for anyone to keep afloat in.

I clench my jaw and shove my fear and anger and confusion down, down as far as it can go.

Through clenched teeth, I bite out, "I don't know how you want me to react." Surprising myself with how calmly in responding, I continue. "I don't understand why we're in Orynth. I don't understand why we had to leave Rifthold. I don't understand why Dad's not here with us. I don't understand this place. And I don't understand why you think I'm okay with all of this." I finish. Taking a deep breath, I school the emotion off my face.

Mom blinks.

I stand still, breathing slightly uneven.

"Aelin…" she trails off, eyes moving to the ceiling.

"We're going in circles Mom, around and around over the same thing." I clench my fists at my side and take a deep breath. "Just be fucking honest for once."

Her eyes snap right back to me the moment I say 'fucking' and I can see her about to snap at me again, but stops when she sees the expression on my face.

"Your Dad and I have been having issues. I felt as thought it was not fair for you to be in a house where your parents were always fighting." She responds. Her eyes move quickly over my face, and she stands straighter.

I suppose I should take this as some sort of win. Getting Evalin to admit to any of her faults, especially in the realm of her shitty husband, is a hard won feat. But the admittance is something hard to swallow as well.

Having loving parents is nothing I grew up around, and the only friend I truly grew close to in my childhood was Dorian, and his parents both died early in his life, not long after his brother was born. But Phillipa was the most adoring parent one could truly ask for. Though she was never around long enough to be a mother figure.

But to actually hear your parent admit a struggle - that makes me feel a way I can't describe.

"Okay." I say.

Evalin just nods. Her arms come up around herself, and her eyes get misty.

"Aelin, I want the best for you. And being in that house wasn't the best for any of us," She whispers.

"Okay " I say again, processing.

"Can… can I hug you?"

I feel funny, and I don't really want to hug Mom right now, but she looks seconds away from crumbling into jagged pieces that will never fit back together. So I nod and pull her into a light hug.

She holds onto me for dear life, and I hear a sniffle, before she's pulling away and wiping her eyes.

"I'm sorry,"

"It's okay," I repeat, like a broken record.

"I'm gonna clear up dinner, and you can, uh, go get r-ready for school tomorrow." She squeezes her eyes shut as a few more tears fall.

And I don't know how to handle this situation, so I just walk away.

***

In my room later that night, I'm sitting at the bay window going over the catastrophe that was dinner this evening. I've washed my face, and I'm in a silk nightgown. My fingers skim the hemline, and my thoughts race.

Mom admitted she and Dad were having problems, so the lipstick on Dad's collar probably wasn't hers. Still unconfirmed, but I'm certainly closer to that truth.

But a move across the continent because they were having issues? Completely uprooting me and my future education, in favour of Orynths shiny promises?

They must have really been fighting this time.

I've recieved no messages from my Dad in the few days we've been here, and I wonder if he's forgotten his wife and offspring.

The street outside my window is quiet. The boys down the street aren't out. And the wind flows gently, winding through avenues, luring the inhabitants to sleep.

Tomorrow marks my first day in highschool. Freshman year. In a completely different country. Oh, and with a cousin! I can't help but smile a little at that. How shocking that Rhoe and Evalin keep my cousin from me.

I can't help but wonder what he's like. I never knew that my parents had siblings, so what he might look like is a mystery. My fathers light complexion and dark hair, or my mothers darker complexion and gold-spun hair. I imagine a boy similar to me. It seems more reasonable that Evalin would have siblings rather than Rhoe. He was never much of the family type.

I wonder what he’s interested in. I wonder about his life here. I wonder about this new extension of my family and what I've missed not knowing they existed. I wonder about my aunt and uncle. Maybe theres more?

I guess Ill find out tomorrow.

My backpack is packed, filled with a few notebooks and journals. Pencils and pens. My laptop and other school necessities.

I'm not overly excited to start school again, nonetheless in Orynth, where most of these kids probably have known eachother since early childhood.

A light rain starts, it's soothing noise lulls me to sleep at the window. And I dream of unconditional love.

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