cowboisadness

[cowboisadness]

The Cauldron CHOSE three sisters: Feyre, Nesta and Elain

(Not two sisters and one sister’s friend from gym class)

#acotar #lmaoo

[cowboisadness]

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚐, 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚘, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚞𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚎.

(gif cred: @itspapillonnoir)

#arthur morgan

[cowboisadness]

SJM actually wrote a main character wanting another main character to cum on his tongue and you don’t think they’re endgame?!?!?!

Are y’all on crack?

People must be straight up skimming the books at this point or reading wiki summaries of each book. Cause they definitely do not understand how Sarah J Maas writes romances LOL

#elriel

[cowboisadness]

Cassian yeeted Nestas gift LMAO

I saw this in a comment on Reddit & loved it so much that I just had to share it (with a few minor tweaks of my own)

Here's my thoughts on the necklace:

While it was tacky of Azriel to regift something (particularly a necklace) that he got for another woman.... he did so anonymously and just as a nice gesture. He didn't want to keep the necklace (which is understandable given it was a clear rejection on Elain part) and it showed that there was no real feelings attached to it, and more than likely no real feelings towards Elain as well given it was so easily regiftable.

I feel like the necklace was more so a metaphor Sarah used to show us the transition from Elain to Gwyn for Azriel, especially with how the bonus scene ends. I think that part is really important given what goes on there. He leaves the encounter with something sparking in his chest and an image comes to mind of Gwyn teal eyes lighting up upon receiving it. He then has to consciously erase the smile it brings to his face and he tucks that thought deep down where to glows quietly. A thing of secret, lovely beauty (which is ironically in the necklace description itself). He leaves that Clotho encounter thinking of another woman's eyes lighting up and it's joy that thought brings him, not negative feelings like how he had with his interaction with Elain.

This is why I think Sarah is going to keep Elain with Lucien and Gwyn is a new character that was introduced for Azriel. Because there was no need to include Gwyn and the transfer of the necklace if Elain wasn't going to end up with her mate, Lucien.

Gwyn was there at the end because she is Azriel true endgame. That's the true purpose of the bonus chapter and the necklace. It was to show and point us to Azriel true endgame. Not to set up a "forbidden romance" that would be the detriment to two characters, but to show us who would truly bring Azriel joy in the long run.

[cowboisadness]

I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.” Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks,

They want Elain to fix him. I want Gwyn to help him realize he’s not broken.

We are not the same.

#Elain has been there my g #elriel

[cowboisadness]

credit.

#daddy #arthur morgan #rdr2

[cowboisadness]

If you are a minor, you should not be publicly posting anything adult-themed.

If you are a minor, you should not be publicly admitting you create adult-themed media.

If you are a minor, you should not be seeking out other minors who do the same thing.

Keep in mind that legally you are still a child. By actively contributing adult content on a site that adults frequent, and if you interact with them with their content, they can get in trouble. This is why MANY of us who create smut or other adult content have a DNI on our blogs. We should not be held liable for your actions.

Furthermore, you are opening a door for predators to interact and even worse, track you.

Please be smart, keep it private, and wait until you're legally old enough to post.

[cowboisadness]

😭😭 how will I get to sleep without my bed time stories (AO3) 😭😭

#ao3

[cowboisadness]

some red dead 2 inspired art.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fanart

[cowboisadness]

arthur morgan; acrylic on wood

had to dedicate a lil painting to the best man ever after finishing rdr2 for the first time ❤️‍🩹

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #art

[cowboisadness]

Yeah and I'm English

Reblog if you say "Y'all"

[cowboisadness]

Afterlife - Arthur reunites with Isaac

Heavily inspired by X-Files - Mulder finds Samantha 💔 Moby's song "My Weakness" perfectly suited this :')

(yes that's the Londonderry son's model, but I genuinely thought pairing him with Arthur would to the trick :'))

I made a version with my dead OC but Arthur meeting Isaac in the afterlife is TEN TIMES more relevant 💔

Sorry if it's centered/doesn't look good. I keep messing up with Pixlr editor lol

#arthur morgan #rdr2

[cowboisadness]

PART TWO: RDR2 members as things they would probably tweet tbh

#rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2

[cowboisadness]

some baby arthur doodles~ 🤠

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #art

[cowboisadness]

The Seer and the Shadowsinger

Pairings: Elain x Azriel 

Summery: Elain and Azriel make the most of an empty townhouse.

Warnings: Filthy smut, shadow play, hornyyyyy, 18+!!!

.....

Elain treasured moments like these with her sisters. The three of them along with Nyx gathered in Feyres' sitting room, the fire roaring at the hearth, Nesta sat beside her on the couch, two books in her lap that she had previously lent to Feyre. The latter on the floor with her son as he showed them all how he can now walk. Gaining three steps before wobbling, his mother’s hands at his side ready to catch him at any moment. Elain thought it a blessing to be here and to wittiness it. After everything they have been through, for this to be their present. She could cry if she thought too long about it. But she wouldn’t.

“I’m heading back,” Elain spoke a while later, putting on her coat as she glanced outside at the golden hues from the evening setting sun covering everything it could touch.

“Want me to walk you back?” Nesta asked but Elain just shook her head, giving her sister a warm smile, “no need, I might stop by the tea shop before heading back. They might have the blend I currently can’t get enough of.”

Elain embraced her sisters and gave Nyx the biggest squeeze out of them all before saying her goodbyes and leaving out the door.

The air was still warm, and despite needing to visit that tea shop, as well as a few others including an order she was supposed to pick up yesterday, she made her way straight to the townhouse instead.

Shrugging her coat off and hanging it up in the foyer as she entered her home, she called out to anyone else that might have been there. She knew she should be alone and couldn’t help the smile from gracing her face when no one called back to her. With her shoes kicked off, she made her way to the kitchen, her ingredients laid out and waiting for her.

It wasn’t long until she was almost complete, humming a tune her mother would sing to her when she felt the air in the room cool slightly. The slight drop in temperature not something most could feel she realised. A sweeping cool that wasn’t enough to have the airs on her arms stand on end but would do so from the reason it was there.

Her back was to the kitchen entry. It was quiet, as quiet as the grave once the mourners had left, and the overpowering sensation of eyes on her should have made her fight or flight instincts kick in, urging her to seek out the threat as it stalked her. Instead, she said, “What took you so long?”

Azriel stood at the doorway, wings tucked in, feet not even over the threshold. His from striking a menacing picture that it would be difficult to believe he doesn’t leave that sort of foreboding intimidation to Rhysand and Cassian.

“Thought I’d keep you waiting.” He spoke, low and quiet, his voice in a way that has the listener begging for more. And it was not lost on Elain the slight teasing in his tone. He crossed the threshold then, his hair slightly askew from flying, his expression peaceful, The usually harsh edges and curves of his face now soft. But despite this, his shadows swirled around him. He was nervous, unsure. Elain had learned some of the tells of his shadows. They are part of him, an extension bound to a communalistic relationship. He feels safe and guarded with them at most times, others he referred to them as ‘downright parasitic’. The swirls of darkness stilled then retreated. A fire now firmly extinguished. From behind his back, he pulled out a single rose. Deep coral in colour and at full bloom. The leaves on its stem broad and brilliant green. Her eyes met his and she couldn’t help but smile at the slightly unsure look he was giving her. This wasn’t the first time he had gifted her a solitary flower. First, it was a bright yellow Ranunculus, then a subtle pink Carnation, then a purple Hydrangea and now a rose. Despite her joy at the simple gift, of something she likes to work with and tend to in the garden just behind her, his hesitance each time stayed the same. “Thank you, it’s lovely,” she said as he plucked it from his outstretched hand, bringing the head of the flower to her nose and inhaling its scent, fingers gently running down the stem to feel the sharp bite of the thorns. “You left the thorns on too.”

“Thought it would be an insult, considering what you have growing out there,” he nodded to the windows that framed the array of plants and blooms, soaking up the last of what the sun will give them today.

“None of the others have noticed,” She giggled slightly, still taking in the scent of his rose. “The lantanas, Wolfsbane and Rosery Pea I understand, but I’m surprised no one has noticed the Belladonna or Hemlock.”

“Where is everyone?” She asked him after a few moments of silence. He didn’t reply straight away, instead taking a few silent steps towards her, closing the gap between them slightly. They didn’t even lock eyes, not even when a cool caress around her wrist stopped all her thoughts and movements, focusing solely on the whisps of shadows that slipped and entwined through her fingers. Her mind instantly thought of how they felt wrapped around both her hands, her wrists. Tightening to an icy bite. She was pulled out of those thoughts when he spoke, “Rhys is at Hewn City, the twins with him. Cas is at one of the camps for the next few days. Mor is shopping and your sisters are still where they were.”

Anticipation brewed low in her belly. The increasingly growing tension between them as each of them waited to see who would snap first under the pressure only made that feeling intensify. The sneaking around was fun for the most part. Stolen glances from across the room. Creative excuses on their whereabouts to extinguish any suspicion. Hiding deep within the garden. The various bushes and low-hanging branches of trees hiding them from preying eyes as their hands explored each other. But as fun as it was, Elain thought it a shame to have to hide like this. The desire to hold his hand and smile fondly up at him while surrounded by the others was growing as the weeks went by. It would come eventually, she told herself, so she was happy to lie, to not give anything away. Just like her beds of poisonous and toxic flowers. It was fine to present as innocent and unaware until the right moment arose.

Making her way out of the kitchen, still not looking at him but at the flower in her hand, finger delicately running from one petal to another she said, “I’ll put this in a vase.”   He watched her go, shadows retreating from her, the tendrils like mist. It wasn’t till she started to climb the stairs to her room that she finally gave in and met her eyes with his from the kitchen door.

“it’s in my room…are you coming?”

His feet began moving before he realised.

Elains bedroom was simple but comfortable. A large plush bed with golden sheets. An ornate chair by the window with a thick knit blanket strewn across it. An armoire and dresser against the wall opposite the bed, the latter displaying some of her possessions – a few books, a necklace from Amren, a small portrait of her and her sisters and the vase, small enough to hold just one or two blooms. As she placed the rose into the vase it began to fill with water, enchanted to do so whenever a flower was placed in it.  

She turned to Azriel then as he was making his way over to her, eyes on each other. “You’ve been gone a while.”

“My work on the continent took longer than expected.”

“Want to make it up to me? For keeping me waiting?”

“How?”

“Do that thing I like.”

“My pleasure.”

His mouth was on her then. Breathing her in. Holding back until he felt her press herself to him. When she did, his hands came to her sides to rest on her waist, bunching up the light material. Her hands held firm on his chest, slowly tugging on the straps and buckles on the leathers. But it seemed Azriel was in no mood to draw this out. His hands on her pulled her in even more to eradicate any space between them, but Elain thought it wasn’t close enough. The kiss grew in intensity as they stripped each other from their clothing. Glinting opal buttons released, silver heavy buckles unclasped. Leather against cotton till it was flesh against flesh. Whatever slither of skin was exposed was then met with the brush of fingers or the press of lips. Elain couldn’t hold in the breathy moan as his lips met the swell of her breast. The buttons that travelled down the front of her dress undone and his hands brushing it off her shoulders to fall to the ground. Her hands on the hardness of his abdomen travelled down to his pants, stroking him once – twice until she heard the groan in his throat. Only then did she pluck the last buttons free and push down his pants.

Once they were free of their confines, their hands and mouths turned fervent. Azriel pushing her back into the dresser, rattling the objects upon it before sliding his hands around her thighs and lifting her till she was wrapped around him.

Her back met the coolness of her golden sheets and Azriel draped himself upon her, his mouth on her neck, biting and sucking till his mark was left behind. His. It was a shame she would have to cover it until it had faded completely.

His lips travelled south, leaving kisses and marks in his path. Between her breasts, on her stomach. A bite on her hip had her whine, his tough darting out to sooth the sting.

“Az…” She whimpered. Impatient. Yes, she didn’t care for the long drawn-out teasing he usually tormented her with until she was a withering mess below him. As much as she hated to love it, she needed the growing ache to be satisfied. Desired him to touch her however he liked. Craved him. He couldn’t say no to her and before she could prepare herself, his mouth was at her core. Languid, testing, soft licks that had her thighs closing around him. His hands held them apart, baring her to him. His fingers pressing into her flesh had her hoping more marks would be added to the collection.

Soft breathy moans flowed from her as he feasted. A growl from deep within him vibrating against her, heightening her pleasure. He could do this all day, bring her to the edge again and again until she was begging for the mercy he would eagerly give. Fingers carding through his midnight hair, gripping to hold him to her, not like he would willingly depart. Then the shadows appeared again. Fine mist of darkness growing around him as it made its way toward her. Skin prickling as it flowed over her curves and divots like soft waves of a calm sea. Wrapping around her legs, arms and throat. Its cold nip a stark contrast to her hot flesh. The shadows didn’t stop once it reached and wrapped around her throat, instead venturing further, a caress on her cheek until a tendril covered her eyes, blocking out all light.   The loss of one sense only heightened the others. Touch and hearing now at the forefront. He continued his ministrations between her legs. Licking and sucking in all the ways he learned she loved until her breath began to stagger, breaths coming and going until she fell from that edge he had her dangling from. Her back arched off her golden sheets, the grip on his hair tightening as her orgasm took her higher than the stars.

He slowed then, prolonging her pleasure until the hand still in his hair pulled him up towards her. He gazed upon her, breathless and stated. Still replying on her other senses. His mouth met hers in a tender kiss, tasting herself as their tongues met. Her hand was on his cock, stroking firmly before lining him up at her entrance. He didn’t push in, instead rubbing himself through her to her sensitive clit.

“Az…” she mewled “…fuck me…please” her hips rising to meet him in the hope he would give in.

Azriel chuckled deeply, the sound making Elain whine in frustration mixed with arousal. “Impatient today are we?” he spoke, his breath fanning her heated face. He gave her what she wanted then—sliding in with ease and familiarity. Her breath hitched at the welcoming intrusion that evolved into a moan that matched his. The blissful feeling of finality as her warmth embraced him.

“Fuck-”

He began to move, slow and deep at first just as they both liked, but that soon turned into something more feral. Hot kisses on her neck and her legs wrapped firmly around his waist. Pulling her arms to lay above her head, hands and shadows clutching her wrists as he drove into her. She was completely at his mercy, her moans fuelling the fire within them. He wasn’t going to last long, seeing her like this for him – because of him. No one would believe it. Sweet darling Elain crying in pleasure and begging to be fucked. He counted his lucky stars and whatever blessing the cauldron gave him for being the one to witness her like this. Debauched, wanton and so fucking beautiful.

He bit down at the juncture of her neck between her throat and shoulder, unable to control himself. Keeping his pace as she began to flutter around him. “You going to give me one more?” All she could do was nod until her second orgasm hit her with sudden intensity, moaning into the air above them. He couldn’t hold back then, raising up and with a firm grip on her thighs the shadows vanished. Binding light hit her until her eyes adjusted to see him, sweating and looking down at where they met. Watching completely enraptured as she took him. No place he’d rather be than deep in her cunt as she whined for him. A few more thrusts and he buried himself as deep as he could as he emptied himself into her heat. Collapsing back down till their faces were together. A deep moan punctured out of him, his eyes shut tightly.

They didn’t move for a few moments. Intent to come down with their mouths on each other. Gone was the ferociousness, now overcome with a sense of peace and delicacy.

An hour later they lay at the top of the bed. Cleaned up and holding each other still nude. Allowing the cool breeze from the now-open window to cool their heated skin. Elain’s head was on his chest, a finger tracing his tattoos so gently he could barely feel it. One of his hands running up and down her back, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Both of them content to enjoy whatever time they could spend together.

#elain archeron #Azriel #acotar #elriel #elriel smut #smut #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #azriel smut #oneshot

[cowboisadness]

[cowboisadness]

Dear Minors who keep following and Interacting with Explicit stories, I want you to look at this:

Link: https://www.avvo.com/legal-answers/what-laws-apply-to-a-minor-writing-reading-explici-4921019.html

It is illegal for an individual to knowingly use interactive computer services to display obscenity in a manner that makes it available to a minor less than 18 years of age (See 47 U.S.C. § 223(d)). (As stated in a Tumblr post. Click the link to read it fully)

I have seen a lot of discourse, again, about minors being in NSFW spaces and even some adults defending minors and that's not okay. A friend and I have done some research and have collected the above materials to show minors (those who are under the age of 18) that it is illegal for a minor to write, read, or interact with any sort of NSFW work.

When you do so you are putting adults at risk because adults will have to answer for your actions. You are putting adults at risk of legal trouble. When an adult blocks you it is not because they are trying to be mean, it's because they are trying to protect themselves and in existence you from anything bad happening. Nobody wants to end up in jail over a fucking fictional story. It's not fair to adults that you're putting them at such risk because you want to read about your favorite characters having sex.

An author has a responsibility to tag their stories, put warnings on them, and at times disclaimers for the stories so that the reader can make an informed decision before reading. If a story is marked as explicit or the author says they do not want anyone under the age of 18 to read their content then don't read it.

Everyone is allowed to have boundaries. Smut authors are trying to create safe boundaries so they do not do anything that would get them into trouble. If a person - whether or not an they write smut expresses that they don't want children or teens to follow them then that needs to be respected.

It is not anyone responsibility to provide minors with blogs that are safe for them to consume. If a minor can find NSFW blogs then they can find blogs that are safe for them.

Parents - and I know there are parents on here - need to take it upon themselves to educate their children on internet safety and not going into spaces that are not for them. They need to be more proactive in knowing what their children are doing on the internet. There are too many unsafe places and unsafe people on the internet for children and teens to be on it without parent knowledge.

Minors: you need to think about what you're doing and how you're putting people in danger. It is not worth it just so you can read material that's meant for adults. Stop putting people at risk. Stop not listening. Stop following blogs that are under the age of 18. You are in the wrong, not the adults blocking you.