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faeries-child · 1 month

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Falling too deep

Azriel x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, (bondage, oral, everything else...) minors get out of here.

Summary: You had finally approached the famous shadowsinger, not knowing he had already been dreaming of you for months.

(keep in mind that I have not not yet double checked the text for errors and mistakes)

Love was certainly not the only reason you had seeked out the shadowsinger.

You had heard things about him, admired him.

And right now he was proving all the rumors true. Seeing as your hands were currently tied to his bed. Blindfold on your eyes to preventing you from seeing anything. And to top all that of you were wholly naked before him, laying in his bed, in what presumably was his private house that was located close to the sidra running through Velaris.

You thought that this may have been the best decision you had ever made. For when you had seen the shadowsinger, standing in his black straight pants and that ridiculously tight dark blue button up, all those rings on his scarred hands shimmering in the light of the crowded bar filled with music, dancing and alcohol. You had decided then and there that tonight was the night that you would approach him. For countless times you had seen him there, those dark eyes so deep and hypnotizing. And you wanted nothing more than to be completely at his mercy.

"Where is your mind wandering, darling?"

He was currently hovering over you, so close but not touching. Only his left hand was slightly sliding up and down your sides. causing shivers to run through your.

"The only thing you need to do, is to focus on me."

Next you felt something you knew weren't his hands, but shadows running on your legs, up, up, and up. Until they stilled just above the place that all the aching came from. The place that you were so desperately hoping he would touch.

"You remember the rules darling?"

You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. He took hold of your chin, raising it so you could feel his breath on your mouth. "Remind me then."

“The safe word is tulip”, you swallowed the lump in your throat. “Then” he said expectedly. Even though you couldn’t see him you could feel him staring at you.

“My only duty is to enjoy and take everything you give me”. He smiled at that “Good girl, and remember that after this, no one else will be able to satisfy you. You will alway be thinking of me when someone else even tries to touch you. but don’t worry” he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand “I’ll be gentle.”

However you could hear the tone in his voice that carried devilish intentions. You were sure that he was currently smirking at you. And in the moment it seemed a good idea to tease him.

Wanting him so bad that it was clouding your judgment. To rile him up and to take you already, you said: “I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to do your worst so no other being in this world can erase this.”

You felt more of his shadows on you. They were now touching you everywhere and you couldn’t get enough of the feeling, the need for him to be in you, to feel everything of him.

In Azriel’s mind this was only a dream. Thing he had dreamed of so many times. To have you under him, wholly on his mercy. He had watched you from afar, seen you dancing, smiling and laughing. You had become his personal drug during the last couple of months. You were the reason that Azriel had joined Cassian and Mor every time he could. Something about you made him weak in the knees, made him want to protect you and hide you from the world.

Tonight might have been the last night of his life, for the cauldron had blessed him with you. You had approached him, in your too short deliciously revealing dress. You had danced around him, his hands on your hips and asked him to spend the night with you, to leave that place with you.

He had felt like winnowing you right to his bed. But he had been a gentleman, walked you to his house, offered you a drink, told you what he would give you, what he could do to you. Asked you what you wanted, and then he had finally thrown you to his bed and tied you to it.

“My good girl” he complimented you. You could hear the rustle of his clothes, and then you felt the mattress shift close to you. Azriel had risen from the bed. Feeling sudden panic from being left alone, blindfolded on the bed you called out to him: “Azriel?”

“Patience darling. I’m right here”

You couldn’t see anything, do anything as you felt the bed dip again. Sign of his presence so close to you. Then you felt it, something cold sliding across your skin. He slided it to your breasts, then to your nipples making them harden at the coldness.

After what you assumed was ice, he pressed his mouth to your breasts. You moaned, arching your back off the mattress.

He pressed the ice against you again, overstimulating the area. It felt good, making you more sensitive than you already were. You felt a desperate need for him, so much that it was almost painful now.

“Azriel!” you moaned again.

“Yes, darling?” He asked at the same time as he pressed his palms to your chest, taking hold of them and playing with your nipples. “please” you whined.

“Proper words darling” he demanded. “Please Azriel, I need you please.”

You could hear and feel the laugh that ran through his body. He was no way near ready with you yet. Not this easily. “Oh darling, you will take what I give you. You understand?”

He put his hand under your chin taking a firm grip on it.

“Open” he said and without questions you obeyed. You felt how he moved closer to you, feeling him stopping just inches away from your face.

“Wider.”

You opened your mouth more. Want and need for him was so hot that the heat was pooling between your legs.

Then you heard the rustle and zip of his pants. Without warnings he pressed the tip of his length on your lips, as if testing you. You took him into your mouth, all that he was giving you. You could feel that it wasn’t even half of him. Your tongue licked him and the bead that had formed on the tip.

You heard him catch his breath, murmuring: “Oh good gods, just like that.”

You took more of him in your mouth and he had to grip the headboard as he lowered himself to give you more of him.

You were seeing stars, his length was now hitting the back of your throat, and you wanted more, all of him.

“You will be the death of me darling.”

Couple of tears were falling from your eyes. Breathing was hard but you just couldn’t care, not when he was with you.

“You can take more darling? can’t you?” He started thrusting into your mouth, drawing out and then slamming back into your throat. You laid there on his bed, tied and seeing only darkness. You let him do whatever he wanted to you. Keeping your mouth open as he deepthroated into you.

You heard him moaning and swearing curses into the air. You moved your tongue against him and then he was coming. White hot strips of him spilling into your mouth.

He pulled out but quickly regained himself and hovered over you. “Swallow” he commanded, and you swallowed, feeling his essence falling down your throat. Then you opened your mouth to finally take a breath of air.

“My girl. Now is the time for your reward. What do you want, baby? Want me to eat you out, spank you or kiss you so the marks don’t fade until everyone has surely noticed that you are spoken for. “

Still blindfolded, you searched for your voice, your throat feeling hoarse when you said: “I- I want you.” His hand was now resting on your hip, the other one next to your head, supporting him. “More specific, darling?”

You swallowed again, sensing his stare on you. “I- want you in me, please Azriel”

Azriel was at the breaking point, the way you said his name, the way you looked like right now under him, tears staining the blindfold, saliva and his cum coating the sides of your lips. He couldn’t resist you for a moment longer.

“How do you want me, slow and gazing into your eyes? Or fucking you fast in this position, or do you want me long-” you interrupted him, not being able to wait for a moment longer. “Just take me and make me yours, please”

And so he did. With absolutely no preparation he opened your legs and pressed himself to your entrance. Then he slid the tip in. He couldn’t believe how heavenly you felt, Azriel couldn’t contain himself. He slid more of himself in and you cursed and moaned from the stretch. It hurt, but at the same time you only wanted him to continue.

He pressed into you so that he was now buried almost to the hilt. To Azriel no one had ever felt so good and so right. And when he started moving, your eyes closed trying to comprehend the immense feeling of pleasure and pain mixing.

You had said that he could take you however he wanted, so he started thrusting into you with a relentless pace, not giving you time to adjust to his big size. You wanted to touch him, see him. So you begged him: “Azriel let me see you, I want to touch you, please.”

At this point, he had no power to deny anything of you, so he ripped off the ropes tying your hands to the bed and took you the knot on the blindfold, all while still sliding in and out of you.

The blindfold fell from your eyes and you could see him. It was however a very different sight than the one you were expecting. Ever so calm and collected, the spymaster was now a mess over you. His eyes stared at you, hunger in them something you had never seen before. His mouth open and panting. And behind him, his wings. Those glorious black wings were open in their full glory, creating their own space just for the two of you. You had heard that Illyrians rarely let people to the touching distance of their wings, for they were very sensitive.

Looking straight into his eyes now, your hand reached to touch his wings. Sliding your fingers on it, feeling the smooth skin. He didn’t stop you, instead he moaned to it, fastening his pace even more. And for a moment you could see yourself from his eyes. Laid bare on the bed under him, naked and full of marks that he had left on your chest.

And when he hit the place inside you that had you curling your toes, you came for him. Throwing your head back and sliding your hand to the membrane of his wing. Then he was coming, only slowing and stopping his pace when he came down from his high.

You both laid there, catching your breath, him still inside of you. Both of you realized how deep in shit you were now, for this had been so good that it was like a drug. You searched his eyes, looking into them and seeing his startled face and wide eyes as he looked at you.

Azriel knew he had messed up, he was in the deep with no way of getting out, for now he could feel the golden thread flowing between you.

#acotar #smut #azriel x reader #azriel #court of thorns and roses #rhysand #cassian #azriel smut #books #fanfic #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger

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hurricanehellmonger · 1 year

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Shamelessly looking for the filthiest stories I can find

#smut #hotd #daemon x reader #fanfic #vampire academy #the vampire diaries fan fic #angst #court of thorns and roses #levi x you #ari levinson smut #monster x girl #monster x reader #orc boyfriend #monster fucking #mbaku imagine #mbaku x you #mbaku x reader #jim hopper smut #jim hopper

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lakewillowmerewraith · 2 months

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The Night Court is Based on the Middle East

I've long thought the Night Court is based on the Middle East, making the bat boys Middle Eastern. Ignoring the physical descriptions (dark hair/tan skin), here's why I think so.

First, the night court clothes are described as loose satiny pants with crop tops and sheer sleeves. This is very similar to pre-Islamic middle eastern fashions (think Princess Jasmine).

Secondly, the mountainous region. Lots of countries in the middle eastern are mountainous, not just desserts! (Turkey, Lebanon, to name a few)

Lastly, and this is a weird one, I think SJM took huge inspiration from the 1999 movie, The Mummy, which takes place in Egypt. In that movie, there's a scene at the very beginning where the Pharaoh paints his mistress with an elaborate design. Later, he realizes she has cheated on him when the paint is smudged from her lover. Sound familiar???

Later, the treasure hunters (thieves lol) read a curse written upon an ancient chest, which reads "Death will come on swift wings..." SJM then uses the phrase "Death on swift wings" TWICE in ACOMAF.

Lastly, is the way the film and SJM treat the natives. In The Mummy, the modern Egyptians are largely treated as stupid, backwards fools. They're literally called "smelly" several times, they die in droves with little fanfare (falling off cliffs, eaten by bugs), their deaths merely a plot device. Meanwhile, when the white treasure hunters die, it's always one by one, given time and attention, etc. In my mind, I think this is so similar to how SJM writes the Illyrians. Especially in ACOSF when they describe the blood rite, and the young Illyrian males die in absolute droves. Apparently their families and communities are ok with sacrificing scores of their young males for no apparent reason each year?

Conversely, in the Mummy, there's a select group of the natives, the Pharaoh's Guard, who are held above the rest of the natives. They're more sophisticated, honorable, etc. This is the Bat Boys lol.

Anyways, I could be totally off the mark, but I think the similarities to the movie are very striking. I definitely believe SJM took big inspiration from it.

#acotar #court of thorns and roses #Sjm #sjmaas #sjm fandom #bat boys #rhysand #sjm theory

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stormywitcher · 7 months

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a close friend of mine described Sarah J Maas’ books as fantasy McDonald’s and honestly i have to agree

#in like a good way tho!#mossy thoughts #sarah j maas #fairy smut #fae #aelin fireheart #throne of glass #court of thorns and roses #house of sky and breath #kingdom of ash

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jamie-photo · 2 months

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Delve into the captivating world of A Court of Thorns and Roses with this mesmerizing ACOTAR Inspired Embroidery Pattern 2 PACK. This digital pattern features intricate details, bringing to life the magic, romance, and adventure of Prythian. Inspired by the Night Court and the unbreakable love between Rhysand + Feyre.

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snaileer · 1 year

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A Keeper of Knowledge

Listen closely, listen well, I will say this only once.

In the ancient libraries, in the oldest ones; the ones with ever expanding halls and endless shelves. There lies librarians.

But really, one must hesitate to call them that, and do so if only because there is nothing else to call them. They are the holders of knowledge, the gatherers, the collectors, the catalogers, and if you find them: the Sharers.

They are borrowers, learners, readers, and in short: Librarians. You may speak to them, you may learn from them or spend endless lifetimes wandering their stores of books. After all, knowledge has no end.

Librarians are just as you may imagine them. (Or the opposite, if you believe they are.) They can chase after a noisy chatterer, cornering them with a scornful ‘Shush’, or may also understand the delighted giggles and expectant urging that comes with a truly enticing book.

After all, every Librarian has fallen in love with the library. They have fallen in love with the stories or the facts or the pure possibilities of life that are told and written and shown. And, (as they can often be distracted by the thought of their next book), this is the truest way to hold a Librarian’s attention: to tell them a story. Make it interesting. Fill it with magic and change and life. Or, if they ask, as some just might, try to remember the wind speed on that day, which species of flora and the fauna you saw, how many footsteps you took from this place to that.

It may seem abstract, (or even a little frustrating, when a particularly fervent Librarian interrupts with a question), but you cannot fault them for it. After all, they are Seekers of knowledge. They wish to know everything they can put on their shelves, as they are Seekers. You may regard them as such, and even tell them. Librarians will preen under a well-spoken scholar’s praise.

What is a librarian? What are they not? The answer is simple.

You may regard them as Seekers; but you must never, never, regard them as Keepers of Knowledge.

To be a Keeper is a terrible thing. It is a dark and twisted shadow of a librarian. A Keeper cannot share their knowledge, for they can only keep it. For they can only hide it, where no one else can know it. A keeper takes your knowledge and seals it as their own. They learn these things, so no one else can learn them. They keep their knowledge to themselves and never share a word. And if you’ve ever met a keeper, they will always ask:

“What do you know, that no one else knows?”

“What can you tell me, that no one else can speak of?”

“What knowledge do you bring me, that I have not heard before and could not hear again?”

They’ll pose it as a deal, a trade, an exchange of knowledge between two such scholarly people. But Keepers are not people, and they are not bound by people’s laws.

When you have spoken your piece, or told them your story; when you have given them even just a crumb, they will return it in kind. With a story of their own. No one else knows what story they tell, and no one ever will.

You cannot tell a Keeper from a Seeker, for you cannot tell the difference. It is not something that you learn. In books or tapes or movies, for only Keepers know it. No one can tell a Keeper from a Seeker, for no one knows the difference.

And those that do; we never let them tell it.

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hanversace · 7 months

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anyone interested in reading and being tagged in a story Court of thorns and roses!AU |Rhysand!Reader x Feyre!Jungkook ???

#btsedit #bts smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #acotar #court of thorns and roses #feysand #jungkook reader #fantasy au #faerie

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fandomthoughts0620 · 1 year

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Friend got me to read: "Court of thorns and roses"

You either want to punch or hug the characters. There is no in between but there is definitely I lot of switching...

#court of thorns and roses #Feyre #Tamlin #Rhysand #hug or punch #book #book series #i already finished the first book and I reeeaaally want to continue with the second #but well responsibilities...#😭

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three-legged-chair · 10 months

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Okay, so I know everyone is talking about who is gonna Elain end up with, Azriel or Lucien.

Everybody always says that Elain doesn't care for Lucien and is nervous around him, da da da. BUT why is no one talking about the fact that Elain is not Lucien's type AT ALL.

When he described Jesminda, he said (I don't remember exactly, but I remember what picture it painted in my mind) that she was fierceful, lively, and could take and repay his banter. He could be his awesome self around her with witty jokes and everything I loved about him in the first book.

Her personality, for me, couldn't be farther from Elain's. I see Elaine's witty humour with Az, but still. If Lucien and Elain were not mates, I don't think they would ever even consider each other as "possible partners." Ykwim.

It seems to me like Lucien is trying for Elaine's favor because he feels like he has to.

Also, I got a feeling that Lucien might like Vassa, and her personality lies way closer to Jesmina's than Elaine's.

Yes, we could get some character development from Elain that already started in acosf. She would be done with what is expected of her from people around her, and we would see what's under the good girl facade. That is something I wanna see.

I don't know if this post makes sense. I don't care who will end up with Elain as long as my boy Lucien is happy. (I don't think it's will be Az, three sisters, three brothers pairing doesn't seem likely to me, but who tf knows)

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butwhyduh · 1 year

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writers really will hint at the most beautiful/tragic couple (side characters) that could have the best story you’ve ever heard while giving us every detail of the most problematic couple you’ve ever seen.

#writing #twilight #court of thorns and roses

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lifethroughfingertips · 3 months

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I read the Court of Thorns and Roses book and part of me doesn’t want to read the second one cause I know the writer is going to do my man Tamlin dirty and I don’t even want it

#court of thorns and roses #tamlin

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faeries-child · 2 months

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🌹Laid bare before you 🌹

Pairing: Rhysand x reader

Warnings: smut

Summary: Rhys wanting to make sure you definitely know how much he respects and cherises you.

This text is a example of what happens when I start writing at 2am and wake up in the moring to actually read what I have written. All the mistakes make me cry :,)

“Don’t ever do that again.”

He was on top of you, trusting into you with lethal force. His pace was not fast, but he rammed himself so deep into you that you knew that no one else could ever erase the feeling of him in you.

Only thing you could do was to try to hold on to his hands, and those toned biceps that were currently next to your face, his palms tangled in your hair.

“Don’t ever again avoid me because you think that I don’t value your privacy”

You could not answer him, for the pleasure he was giving you made you lose your words and took the breath out of your lungs. In truth you had not avoided him, your just found mate, your everything because you thought that he had intruded your privacy, you knew that he would never do that to you. Especially since how he was now doing his best proving that to you.

While continuing to thrust into you, he slipped his hand around you and hoisted you up on his lap, his length still remaining inside you. He trailed his nose along your shoulder and neck, smelling you and keeping you as close to him as he could.

“You avoiding me was the worst thing that I have ever felt, and I have been alive for a very long time.”

Finally he stilled and you could catch your breath, after so many orgasms for both of your accounts, you had to place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself.

“Rhys” you panted.

Immediately you had his full attention and his violet eyes were staring straight into you. “Yes darling?” Hint of uncertainty and maybe even fear could be heard in his voice. In his mind he thought that did he go too far, too rough with you. Or maybe you had started to regret accepting the mating bond. However, you eased his worries: “You have it all wrong, I did not avoid you for that. I… I avoided you today because of your daemati powers.”

“My powers?”

Recently you had realized that Rhys could actually have a straight access to your mind whenever he pleased, and that had scared you. You had so much darkness in you, ugly thoughts, vulnerable thoughts. What if that would disgust him? What if he would leave because of that.

“I just felt so laid bare in every sense of the word. What if what you saw in me wasn’t beautiful? What if you could not handle knowing that I have so much dark lurking inside me”

He just looked at you with loving eyes, you still on his lap and said:

“I am the high lord of the night court. And I doubt my love, that there would ever be darkness so terrifying that it would chase me away from you.”

I hope you enjoyed!

(I will later make some corrections on the grammar)

#acotar #rhysand #smut #court of thorns and roses #rhysand x reader #rhys acotar #high lord rhysand #rhysand x you

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