#dom!gwyn

[sweetcarolina-24]

Shut Her Up*

Kinktober Day 9: Bondage

Gwynriel x Reader

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a/n: I am unfortunately sick, so I'm watching Game of Thrones while I write. I looove Gwynriel so I'm really excited for this one.

cw: poly, bondage, 69, oral(f receiving), fingering, blackmail lol. also sort of a dark, out of character gwyn

You work with Gwyn in the library, but you two don't get along. You bicker constantly. Azriel notices you being rude to her one day and decides that the best way to get the two of you to make up is to bring you both to bed. But since he is protective of his mate, and you were being rude to her, he will not make this easy for you.

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Gwyn had a smirk on her pretty little face, her teal eyes wandering down your body.

If you'd known being rude to her in front of the Shadowsinger would land you in this position, you would do it more often.

Azriel's shadows were confining your hands above your head, tying them to the bed. Your legs were spread apart, the shadows attaching them to the lower bedposts.

"She looks so pretty like this," Gwyn smirked, trailing her hand down your body. You shivered. "Look how aroused she is.”

"Yes," Azriel agreed. "Do you like being confined like this, y/n?"

"Yes," you gasped, nodding desperately. He grinned, stroking your cheek.

He held his scarred fingers to your mouth. You opened, letting him slip them inside. You licked and sucked on the pads of his fingers until he was satisfied.

He withdrew them and brought them between your legs. You gasped as he slipped them inside.

Gwyn lowered her mouth to your breast, taking one into her mouth. You let out a loud moan as Azriel curved his fingers, hitting that spot inside of you.

He chuckled lowly as you writhed against the restraints, your moans loud and undignified.

"Shut her up, Gwyn," Azriel instructed.

Gwyn was all too happy to oblige. She crawled up to the top of the bed and threw one leg over you. She lowered herself onto your face and you began dragging your tongue through her folds.

Her moans were so pretty as she cupped her breasts in her hands, riding your face. You lapped at her clit, making her whimper.

You halted in your movements completely when you felt Azriel's cock slide inside of you. But Gwyn reached a hand back to pinch your nipple, telling you to continue working her.

The strokes of your tongue were less graceful now that the male was slamming in and out of you.

Azriel began rubbing your clit, making you whine against Gwyn's core. Neither of you were cumming without his permission.

There was no way for you to ask. Your hands and legs were both tied up, and your mouth was on Gwyn. You just hoped he would be kind.

Maybe if you got Gwyn closer to the edge, he'd give you both permission. You began sucking her clit into your mouth brutally, making her cry out, tears welling in her eyes above you.

"Az, Az," she panted. "Can I cum, please?"

"Go ahead, Gwyn," he said, careful not to say your name.

You whined at that, but Gwyn came apart on top of you. She moaned loudly, squeezing her breasts as she rode your face into an orgasm. When she came down, she went to get off of you.

"No," Azriel commanded. "Turn around. Pleasure each other for me."

Gwyn turned herself around, keeping her core on your mouth. She bent down, licking at your clit. Azriel was still slamming into you.

"Gwyn, you may cum whenever you'd like," he granted her. "Y/n, you will wait until I say so."

You whined again, and Azriel smacked the side of your thigh. You moaned as his cock found that perfect angle inside of you.

You couldn't think of anything except your desire to cum. Gwyn had another orgasm on your mouth, and you licked up her release. Then, you nipped at her clit out of jealousy.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. "Azzy, she bit me!"

"Be nice, y/n," he warned you. "Or you won't cum at all."

You whimpered, feeling the coil in your stomach growing so tight, it was threatening to snap.

"She's getting close," Azriel observed, speaking to Gwyn.

Gwyn sneered, landing a harsh smack to your clit. You cried out, trying to close your legs, but you were unable to.

Gwyn went right back to licking and sucking on your clit again. You'd stopped your work on hers, but it still rest just above your face. The smell of her release made you envious.

Az groaned as he released inside of you. You moaned, tugging at your bonds desperately.

He pulled out for just a second, which made you whine. Gwyn stopped her work on you to put her mouth on him until he was hard again.

When he was hard again, he slid right back into you, and Gwyn went back to lapping at your folds.

"Please," you whimpered, your hips bucking.

"Should we let her?" Azriel asked Gwyn. Gwyn lifted her face, causing that coil to disappear.

"I don't know," she sighed. "She's been so mean to me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you begged, tears falling from your eyes. "Please, Gwyn. I won't be mean anymore. Please."

"I've been nothing but kind to you," Gwyn said.

That was a lie, but you didn't dare accuse her of lying in front of her mate, who would always take her word over yours.

"Should I be kind now?" she teased, her fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

"Please, please," you sobbed, hips bucking.

"Take the blame for losing Merrill's paperwork, and you can cum," she decided.

"But I didn't--"

"Did I ask if you did or not?" she snapped. "You will take the blame, or we will keep torturing you. And Az here has so much more in store for you if you refuse."

"Fine, fine," you cried, that coil in your stomach tightening again. "I'll take the blame. Please let me cum."

"Take pity on her, Gwyn," Azriel said to his mate, his cock finding that angle again.

"Okay, y/n," she said. "You may cum."

The coil snapped as soon as her tongue flicked your clit again.

Your moans were so loud, the whole House likely heard you. But you didn't care.

Gwyn kept sucking on those nerves through your orgasm as you ripped against the bonds, unsuccessfully, screaming your pleasure.

Azriel was laughing darkly as he kept fucking into you. You were a mess, tears of pleasure streaming down your blissed out face.

When you came down, the shadows released you. But you were too tired to sit up. Gwyn landed another smack to your clit.

"Ow! What was that for?" you shrieked, jolting upright.

"I felt like it," she grinned.

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#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel x gwyn #gwyn acosf #azriel acotar #acotar #acotar smut #gwynriel x reader #gwyn x reader #azriel x you #mean dom! azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #gxg smut #poly!gwynriel x reader

[venusin-aries]

Okay, fine, I’ll talk about Gwynriel and switch!Az. If you don’t like Gwynriel or talk of “dOm ShAdOW DaDDy” Azriel being a switch just shhhh and keep scrolling because I have Thoughts. 

Azriel, a man always in control giving up total control to Gwyn, an inexperienced, curious, little intellectual who loves learning? Allowing her to explore while she feels safe, but obviously wanted because with her in control he can’t hide his reactions?

It’s a vibe. 

HE gets to experience the slow incline up the hill while she’s busy caressing every inch of skin she can, both enjoying the feel of him and the little reactions he can’t quite hide. Kissing, licking, sucking, nipping, biting (because she’s a little shit, no one can tell me otherwise) and moving so slowly, partially because she’s nervous of doing something wrong but eager to feel, partially because she can sense a shift in his breathing. 

He’s not used to being the one experiencing the constant wave of pleasure. Being so loved on. 

The constant stimulation he can’t squirm away from. Realizing he doesn’t WANT to squirm away from it. Leans into it, in fact. 

Azriel seems like the type of dude who keeps his pleasure quiet during sex (and I’m not talking about talking lmao) and with how competitive Gwyn is and how much she likes to talk and tease???

Oh no, I think not. 

I want HER and HIM to have a laughingly good time going to town on each other. Azriel is so serious, he needs it. 

I don’t know, I like it when men who seem so scary and “sadistic” and “dom” get sexually vulnerable with their partners. 

This doesn’t mean I don’t want him to absolutely blow her back and mind out, cause I definitely do, but that will come LATER. LATER. 

#There will be a part 2 with switch!Gwyn and dom!Az but LATER #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwyn berdara #acosf #azriel x gwyn #gwyn x azriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #acotar

[hlizr50]

Day 11: NSFW (HOSAB Spoilers)

I really wish I'd had time to write a fic for this, but I will settle for a smexy mood board and a headcanon for @gwynrielweeksofficial

This is one of my favorite unhinged headcanons.

Gwyn plays a critical role in helping Bryce get back to Midgard, and they become friends. Naturally, Gwyn receives an invitation to the wedding event of the year across the universe: the wedding of the Starborn Princess and the Umbra Mortis. Gwyn is thrilled to go, but, of course, Azriel doesn't want her to go alone.

Midgard is fascinating and intimidating, but Bryce and Hunt and Ruhn and the Frat Pack are happy to help the two otherworlders out. Bryce, all too thrilled to help Gwyn and Az in their love lives, shows them an adult store.

And that's where Azriel learns about something known as a vibrator.

Now, Azriel's a kinky male, and I think pleasure Dom is very much his style. The vibrator is a revelation to the couple, although Gwyn learns quite quickly that it can be... a lot. Azriel loves using it on her, making her climax over and over and over again. He definitely understands the "toys are teammates, not competition" mentality.

Azriel brings a vibrator back to Prythian, much to Gwyn's delight and dismay, along with a literal closet-full of batteries. You know, just to be prepared.

#gwynriel #gwynriel headcanon #gwyn x az x vibrators #azriel is a pleasure Dom #it'll be a problem #but also awesome #gwyneth berdara #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #Gwynriel weeks 2023 #gwynriel supremacy #gwynriel week 2023 #gwynrielweeks2023 #gwynrielweek2023

[letstrytoohard]

Gwyn lets herself into Azriel's home in an attempt to bribe him into being part of a group costume but finds Az wearing a Ghostface mask, in full thirst trap mode.

This is my first attempt at writing an actual smut scene so if it's terrible, just don't tell me.

#he isn't actually a murderer #and he only wears the mask for like three paragraphs #bc I can't stand to see his hazel eyes covered #how can they darken with lust if you can't even see them #gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #smut #acotar #dom daddy az #praise kink? absolutely

[maisonaime]

Give and Take

Softdom!Cassian x Healer!Reader

Premise: You get back after a long day of work and Cassian is ready to take over everything, you give him control so that you don’t lose it entirely. 

Splitting this into two parts so that I don't lose my mind over it anymore. Love to all who jumped on this prompt!

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, smutty fluff, emotional overstimulation, self-sacrificing, poor self-care (bordering on self-harm), injury and slight gore, 18+ minors DNI

Part 1:

The last flight of stairs up to the rooms you and Cassian occupied in the River House seemed steeper than you had ever remembered, dragging yourself up the stairs was utterly Sisyphean, the last stretch in a long day that had frustrated tears finally pricking in your eyes. You were tired to your bones, fed up with being hunched over a desk, and the day was still far from done over eleven hours after it had begun. You woke and dressed when the sky was dark, and were returning hours after the braziers lining the hallways had been lit.

You had two bags hanging in the crook of one elbow, full of brewing equipment that needed to be polished with a protective tonic before being used in class tomorrow. In the same arm, you were clutching a thick stack of essays requiring grading. Tucked under your other arm was a folio of research on restorative therapies for Illyrians who had their wings clipped. Slung over your shoulder from training was your weapons belt, sheathed with two daggers and a longsword Cassian had wrought for you as a wedding gift.  

The file of research slipped from your arms, scattering down all the steps you had just climbed in complete disarray. You made a small sound of anguish and finally, the tears were flowing freely. You were so grateful for it all, for this beautiful life you had. You were grateful for the research you were able to do to find a way to reverse the horrors wrought on Illyrian females. You were enthusiastic about teaching your students, passing along ancient knowledge to the trainees who would one day be your peers. You itched for training with Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn; pouring intentional movement into your body after long days of obligatory motion.

Healing people, feeling your tendrils of power sweep over broken bones, seeking out the source of symptoms, touching the broken parts of people’s souls. It was the greatest gift, one that multiplied every time you held a newborn babe, watched someone run or dance on legs that had never worked before, and felt the relief of familial caregivers as you restored hearing or sight or even small amounts of lucidity to their aging parents. It was quite possibly the only gift that you valued more than your precious mate. The one who you had remade and been remade by. 

 You were so grateful for it all, for this beautiful life you had. But there were some days when you felt the burden of worlds bearing down on you. Days when failed healings left you shattered. Days when there was simply too much to do and not enough hours to do it. 

“What’s all this sweetheart.” Cassian appeared at the top of the stairs, his darkened gaze forcing you to rethink your current predicament. 

Despite his intimidating size and title, the Lord of Bloodshed was as gentle a lover as you had ever known. He had honed his resolve over the centuries, along with all his other skills. Even in the most feral moments between the two of you, lost entirely to the bond in skin and teeth and brutish groans, he would never lose himself. He could balance himself over you for hours with just the head of his cock pressing into your center, and could sit perfectly still while stuffed down your pretty little throat. 

What he couldn’t do was abide by disobedience. And disobedience to Cassian was self-neglect. Disobedience was forgetting to eat, not getting enough sleep. Disobedience was piling too much onto your plate. Disobedience was trying to lug over one-hundred pounds of shit up the stairs after you had left before dawn and were returning long after dark. And disobedience would earn you punishment.

—

Ever since you had helped Azriel rehabilitate his shredded wings after Hybern wrought his havoc, you had remained in close connection with the High Lord’s Inner Circle. Your attentive and tranquil care healed both Azriel’s wings and the lingering horror that wracked his soul in the following weeks as he tried to move on from those paralyzing moments of agony. You treated his flesh and soul with equal gentleness, cementing your regard as a healer with the capacity to treat vulnerability with as much tenderness as you treated wounds and sickness.

When Cassian lay broken and bleeding, of course, it was you who was summoned to the tent. He was like every other patient before in your ability and desire to help him. But he was also like no other patient before because he was your mate. You could still feel his screaming cleaving the air and reverberating through your jaw, dulling all senses to anything but him. His brothers had to hold him down with tears in their eyes; Feyre lost her stomach; Mor just sat in the corner silently shaking. You were cursed to remember every ounce of hopelessness in his eyes as he scrambled away from your hands, refusing any of your help or assessment for fear of what you might find.

You found femur bone shattered like glass, tearing into the muscle and tendon of his massive thigh. You found snapped cartilage, torn muscle, and severe hemorrhaging that nearly cut off blood supply to his entire left wing; the damage so bad it would have resulted in field amputation had you not been there. You found the husk of a man who had been so sure he was going to die without being able to save his family, without even being able to say goodbye. 

You burned yourself out with the raw power that flooded from you as you were confronted with the primal need to save him. You gave yourself entirely to the will of the goddess that had blessed your hands. At one point Rhys had to blanket your mind in darkness so that you wouldn’t drain that well of power entirely. 

When finally, the damage left could only be healed by time, you had collapsed over him and refused to move. Unable to. Gentle, weak arms had dragged you ungracefully to a warm chest, to a beating heart. The only thing you could hear through the thundering haze of your overwrought senses. 

“Don’t you ever do that again, for anyone. Not even me sweetheart.” 

And then it was Cassian’s turn to heal you. To watch over your trembling body as you recovered from the depletion of your powers. He fed and bathed you. Stretched and massaged the muscles that felt as though they had been filleted by lightning. Braided your hair to keep it from knotting during the long hours you slept. 

He poured himself into you in a way you had never had before. In a way you had only ever provided to others, never received yourself. In a way you hadn’t ever known you wanted so badly until you were sobbing hoarsely into his arms, years of self-sacrifice pouring out of you.

It didn’t stop there. Only when you had settled into living together did either of you realize the extent to which overextending yourself had become a way of life. The first time you came home past midnight, Cass was in a panic thinking you had been hurt or taken. When you stumbled through the door on legs bent with exhaustion and informed him that you had eaten exactly three crackers and a handful of berries all day, he just stared at you for a long time.

“How do you expect to save everyone if you destroy yourself in the process? This level of self-sacrifice isn’t noble, it’s irresponsible. Now, get on your fucking knees.” Your head snapped to him, pinning him with a disbelieving scoff. But he was dead serious. 

In a flash he had your hair gathered in a stern but gentle fist, and you had your mouth very, very full. He fucked your mouth with a fervor, his fingers finding the corners so he could pop your jaw open further and push himself even deeper down your throat. 

He came with a hiss, freeing a hand from your ruined mouth to pound in a fist against the unyielding stone wall. 

Then he scooped you up and laid you in bed, pouring water with lemon and honeyed tea down your throat. Leaving your side briefly, only to return with a veritable feast of foods specifically selected to strengthen your body and magic. His care was almost overwhelming, but you found yourself surrendering to his vigil over you.

—

“Put it down” he said, pure authority radiating from him.

“Put what down?” you feigned. 

“All of it, sweetheart. And don’t make me ask again. I’d hate to have to take you down to Az’s workroom. He put up such a fuss last time, even after I cleaned everything in front of him.” There was no room for disobedience in his tone, even if the remark had you chuckling. 

You struggled to unburden yourself, unsure of how to extend your arms and set down one item without imperiling another. You met Cassian’s gaze with pleading eyes that quickly turned fiery at his smugness. You drew yourself up slowly, eyes narrowing…

And dropped everything from your hands, letting the first bag of glassware slide off your arms and crash to the ground – even if the sound of tinkering glass made something in you twist and cringe. 

“Don’t be a fucking brat, you know it’ll only make things worse.” he snapped, lips pulling back in a feral grin as he raked his gaze over your body, your leather-bound dips and curves displayed to him unobstructed. 

The belt you set down gently, minding your beautiful blade. In the middle of the night after your mating ceremony, in the haze of your frenzy, Cassian had marched you down to the deepest chambers of the Court of Nightmares, where the mountain burned nearly as hot as your bond. You had watched with lust-glazed eyes as he hammered out a blade and fused it to the hilt he had already carved and polished—smooth, rounded obsidian imbued with the cavernous powers of the Mountains. 

He fucked you hard into the stone floor and then soared into the night sky with you and the weapon, cooling skin and steel alike. And when you finally touched ground again, he wasted no time showing you exactly why he chose that particular shape for the handle. 

A snap of his fingers had the scattered papers piled neatly beside it. Then you gingerly set down the second bag of glassware, cringing as you considered how your eager disobedience would reflect back in Cassian’s treatment.

“Good.” he crooned. “Now go bathe and wait for me in bed.”

Cass abided by your whims for the most part, always eager to take care of you but never pressuring you to submit. He could always tell when you needed to give away control. When you needed to be told what and when to eat, how to dress, when to speak, and when to be silent. When to “get on your fucking knees” and when to “lay down darling, that’s it, now hush my love and let me work.” And he would give it to you every time without tire, for the rest of his days. 

As you passed him to make towards your suite, he sidestepped into your path and halted you with a hand to your shoulder, the palm of his other hand cupping your face. He looked down at you with gentle eyes. You leaned into his touch instinctively, eager to shove away the pressures of your autonomy, even if just for the next few hours.

“I counted five things that you placed over your own needs today. Your patients, your students, your research, your training, your healing. Then you had to go and double it by bratting off and making a mess of your things.” He glanced around, unimpressed at your display of resistance. 

“It’ll take me time to fix and polish the glassware and reorganize your papers. So you’ll wait. You’ll be doing a lot of that tonight. It only makes sense, I think, that you take ten hard edges before we think about next steps.” His voice was hard, determined, even as his hands were so so soft.

Your eyes widened, head shaking even as his words had your blood thrumming with desire. 

“Yes, sweetheart. Yes, you will. Maybe this time you’ll finally learn your lesson about what happens when we deny ourselves what we need.”

#acotar #cassian x reader #cassian #cassian smut #smut blurb #but like also not #it’s more than that #acotar fanfiction #fantasy #acotar crack #night court #rhysand #azriel #healer!reader #Dom!cassian #illyrian baby #one meaty batboy to go please! with the thickest thighs you can find!

[jeannineee]

I'm a puddle on the floor, reading your smut. It is just so good.

Would you write threesome with Nessian, Feysand , Gwynriel/Elriel, Elucien (whatever ships you like best) hcs?

The thought gives me a fever🌡️😈

Let’s see…

a/n: sorry I haven’t been posting much content :( I’ve been super busy working on kinktober.

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

Nesta & Cassian

Nesta is definitely a mean domme

Cassian is more of a soft dom

Like, Nesta will be edging you, or spanking your ass until tears sting your eyes

And Cassian keeps calling you his “good girl,” telling Nes to go easy on you.

To which Nesta glares and tells Cassian he’s too lenient with you.

Nesta leans more towards degradation, while Cassian generally praises you.

Nesta loooves whispering filthy things in your ear while Cassian fucks you.

“You look so pretty when you take his cock.” “Just a needy little slut for us, hm?”

Feyre & Rhysand

Pleasure doms!! Both of them!!

You are getting orgasm after orgasm when you have sex with them. They won’t stop until you’re begging them.

They love praising you, worshiping your body.

You’ll be laying against Feyre, your back against her chest while Rhys fucks you. Feyre’s playing with your nipples, your clit, telling you how well you take Rhys’s cock, how she can’t wait to taste you.

They def have a breeding kink. Constantly talk about filling you up, getting you pregnant.

Rhys loves having one of you ride him, while the other sits on his face.

Gwyn & Azriel (yes I’m a Gwynriel girlie don’t hurt me)

Stricter doms for sure!!

Gwyn will sub sometimes, but generally, she and Az will tie you up and edge you till you cry.

And once they think you’ve had enough, they’ll overstimulate you until you’re a drooling, whimpering mess.

Gwyn loves to have you go down on her, and she’s guiding you, tugging at your hair as Azriel fucks you from behind

They definitely mix praise and degradation, depending on their mood.

Sex with them is a full 180 compared to how they are outside of the bedroom.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar headcanon #acotar fanfiction #acomaf #acotar smut #smut #female reader #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #nessian x reader #Cassian acotar #nesta #rhysand #Feyre #rhysand x reader #cassian x reader #Feyre x reader #nesta x reader

[gwyns]

I feel like the sexual dynamic between Gwyn and Azriel will/could be like Manon and Dorian’s. Dorian did dominate Manon during sex, but she still had some dominance in her despite being on the receiving end. It’s said that during missionary Manon met each of Dorian’s thrusts with her own and put her hand on his ass to push him deeper/harder/faster, she rode him twice, and when he's kissing her she matches it stroke for stroke. He was the only man she let dominate her during sex. Manon did have moments of being submissive, but she still gave off femdom energy. She still had moments of dominating him. I like how Dorian didn’t feel threatened by that, and I also like how he comes off as emotionally aware and intelligent.

I could see Azriel dominating Gwyn, and when she becomes more comfortable and confident in herself, a part of her will unleash and want to take control, and Azriel will allow that but only with her. Both of them can take turns being dominant and submissive. I headcanon Azriel to be a soft dom who will only sub/let go of control for his mate (someone who he will completely trust) and Gwyn is a brat/tease, but also likes being in control. Gwynriel’s potential sexual dynamic really makes me think of Manorian’s dynamic.

you and past anon are so real for your messages ily this is me at the both of you:

after discussing it with you all recently i'm so confident az is a dom. with his upbringing and how uncertain other aspects of his life have been i can totally see him wanting control. same with gwyn, even if she, in my opinion, leans more to the submissive side. she'd like to have a sense of control over something and azriel would be more than willing to let go for her and only her

again, trust will play such a big role in their relationship. az has major trust (ahem and abandonment) issues. gwyn is a bit more trusting but i can also see her being a bit wary of trusting a man completely after everything. so yes, they need to build this trust first and my god it'll make the payoff that much sweeter

YES LET'S SPREAD THE GWYN IS A BRAT AGENDA!!! I NEED THIS FOR COMPLETELY SELFISH AND PERSONAL REASONS!!!!

#acotar #gwyneth berdara #azriel #gwynriel #asks #anonymous

[lucienarcheron]

Yes, Azriel definitely has a praise kink! I’m 100% convinced he does. It makes sense with what we know of his character so far. I think once Azriel gets into a serious relationship, with his mate/Gwyn, it will be much a more intimate and different dynamic. There will be moments where the sex is freaky, but I think there will also be moments where it’s more raw, passionate, and gentle. I could see Azriel being assertive to Gwyn in a soft and encouraging way until she starts to become more confident and comfortable.

Imagine if Azriel is secretly into femdom.😂 There’s this one post by @shansenfan that shared a picture that Sarah had on her Pinterest of Azriel and it made me raise my eyebrows. https://www.tumblr.com/shansenfan/641316052445380609/i-dont-know-why-but-i-creep-on-sarahs-pinterest

I still canon him as a dom that secretly wants to be taken care of, but I think with his mate, someone he completely trusts, he will slowly give up some control. I see Gwyn as someone that can match other peoples energy. Kind of a power bottom/brat. In general, I’m very curious about Gwynriel’s dynamic not just in the bedroom, but outside of it as well. Like for training and their friendship. I think they’re gonna serve friends to lovers.

LOA being a maternal figure to Elain makes me so happy and soft. I just hope Beron kicks the bucket first. I think it would be interesting for Elain and Eris to become friends. That’s a duo I’m really curious about. I could see Eris teasing Lucien.🪷

I ended up falling asleep last night before I saw this haha!

Ah, the days before Sarah took down her pinterest board! I'm cackling that you saw the pin that way because I was definitely more of the torture route and fighting inner and outer demons HAHA.

As for Gwynriel, I do agree with you on that. I think with how things went in ACOSF, Gwyn's perspective has opened to what else could be out there even if she is currently back in her safe space. I think the two of them would match each other's energy well given what we've seen hehe.

I doubt Beron is making it out of this series alive tbh lol. He has to die. Elain and Eris's relationship is SOOOO special to me. I can see her being someone who helps Lucien and Eris get closer. I think her and Eris would be hella funny together because she's so polite about being mean to him while he is so blunt. It would he hilarious!

#gwynriel #elain archeron #eris vanserra #as you can see if you're read smtb that is how I write them lol #they will ALWAYS be besties #asks #anon #🪷 anon

[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart Pt. III - Gwynriel One-Shot

We are back with the direct continuation of the last part! This kind of introduces Gwyn to the more dominant side of Azriel, but it’s still tame. I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing it :) 

word count: 3.9k

warnings: swearing, mention of SA/trauma; smut: oral (m and f receiving), fingering, cum play (?), dom/sub dynamics

Previously: 

They sat like that for a while, Azriel’s hands idly stroking up and down Gwyn’s back. It was a testament to the intensity of the night that she took an embarrassing amount of time to notice the hardness that pressed into her side.

Shame flooded Gwyn like never before. There she was, blissfully relaxed from two orgasms, a back massage and gentle rubs, while her exhausted Shadowsinger suffered in silence.

“Az, would you like me to take care of you now?”, she asked, pressing a light kiss to his cheek with the question. The thought of pleasuring him made her equal parts nervous and excited.

“Mh?”, Azriel seemed to need a second to figure out what she was referring to. “Oh, no need. I’m going to calm down in a minute.”

Gwyn was just about to take the way-out he offered, when her eyes fell back to the room he had prepared. The candles still flickering away, the roses perched on the bedside table, the deepest love she ever had cradling her safely in his lap.

An unusual sense of peace settled over her as she whispered, with a smile playing on her lips, “It don’t want you to calm down.”

Azriel’s mind fought itself out of the haze it was previously in at Gwyn’s words. He couldn’t have possibly understood her right. And yet, when he looked at her, the small smile spread across her lips and the sincerity in her eyes made him wonder if she actually meant it.

“Gwyn, I swear to the Mother, you don’t need to ‘repay’ me for anything. This was more fun for me than it was for you.”

Gwyn just laughed, her hand finding the side of his face and cradling it. “Sure it was, Shadowsinger. I forgot my name at some point, and didn’t even care that I did.”

She leaned in to kiss him tenderly, lingering just a little too much for it to be innocent.

“I want to make you feel good. You deserve nothing less.”, she whispered against his lips. That little admission, paired with the fact that he was absolutely exhausted and desperate to feel more of Gwyn on him, made his resolve crumble. He had been planning to keep her off him for as long as possible, hopefully showing her that her pleasure came before his and that she doesn’t owe him shit. But the female in his arms was temptation personified. Just one little flicker of his eyes towards her lips made his cock twitch in his pants.

His silence didn’t go unnoticed by Gwyn, though. Her browed furrowed slightly as she took him in, mistaking his hesitation for something different. “I know I’m no expert or anything. But maybe you can show me how to do it right? I’ll try my best.”

Azriel nodded, then kissing tiny little pecks all over her face. Gwyn giggled when he reached the ticklish spot underneath her ear, which obviously made him linger there just a second longer. Gwyn’s laugh could heal him from all misery and pain, he thought, before scooping her up in his arms and standing up.

“Just promise me one thing, Berdara.”, he said, setting his priestess on the ground, “Promise me you’ll stop the second you get uncomfortable, or the second it starts hurting. It doesn’t matter how far gone I am. Just tap my thighs when you want this to stop.”

Gwyn looked at him with wide eyes. “I promise… but what could possibly start hurting?”

Azriel barely suppressed a groan. He really was the first person she’d ever give head to. He never thought he’d have an innocence kink, but that idea quickly went out of the window. His body was on the verge of bursting.

“Your jaw, most likely. Maybe your knees.”, he took a step towards her again, physically unable to be separate from her. His hands went into her hair, down her sides, grabbing onto every inch he could find. “But it’s also likely that I’ll last only about a minute, maybe less.”

His cock had some time to calm down after letting Gwyn ride his face, but the stubborn Illyrian side of him didn’t forget how he felt before. How desperate he was for her. How desperate he wanted to just sink into her.

“Should I let you do it in your own time? Or do you want me to tell you what to do?”, he asked, absolutely afraid of the answer. He needed her to take the second option just as badly as he needed air, way too far gone in his head to simply take what she offered him.

“Oh gods. You better tell me.”

Thank the Mother.

That might have been his last rational thought before he was kissing her again, pressing every inch of his body against hers, his blood rushing through him harder and faster than before battle. He couldn’t remember the last time he desired somebody so much. And he sincerely hoped Gwyn would tell him to stop whenever she wanted it, because he sure a hell wasn’t able to stop himself anymore.

The priestess was overwhelmed for just a second before she reciprocated Azriel’s eagerness, moving her lips and tongue against his. Well, eagerness was still too tame a word for what was happening right now. Weirdly enough, it didn’t scare her. And Azriel was a male with more than enough potential to scare people into obedience.

But it was her Azriel. And that made all the difference for her. Her core started to catch up to the situation too, even though Gwyn thought she was completely done for the night. Leave it to the Shadowsinger to drag her previously dormant sexuality out of hiding.

“Sit down, love.”, he rasped, then already moving away from her into the bathroom. Gwyn sat down on the bed, a spark of pleasure shooting up her spine when her legs rubbed together. How on earth did Azriel keep it together all this time while he just focused on her?

The Shadowsinger was back in seconds, holding a hair tie in his hands. Without much preamble, he gathered Gwyn’s hair in his hands and tied it up into a ponytail. Multiple books had told her it was better to have your hair out of your face when you gave head, and Gwyn flushed with the thought of what she was about to do. She eyed the considerable bulge in his pants, wingspan and all. Her core throbbed even more. She hoped Azriel was as good a teacher in bed as he was in training.

“You know you’d be able to see more without the pants.”, he said, smirking like the devil he was. Gwyn flushed even more, embarrassed to be caught in her staring. Then she sat up on her knees on the edge of the bed and started to untie his trousers. While she worked on the laces with only slightly trembling fingers, she leaned forwards to kiss the soft skin on his stomach.

Azriel shuddered, but didn’t tell her to stop. So she got a little more adventurous. She licked the dips in-between the bulging muscle, kissing every scar that littered the expanse of his abs. His skin was simultaneously soft and textured, so warm and hard it made her clench her thighs together. But she had a different mission.

Grabbing onto the seam of his now opened pants, she began dragging them down his legs, having to lift them away from him slightly to free his erection. She stopped for a second when it came into view, a bit shocked, but she quickly recovered and helped him step out of his trousers completely.

She wished to have had Azriel’s confidence when he saw her naked for the first time. It probably came with being alive for so long, having had so many partners. Or it was simply the fact that he was perfection. Azriel let her take him in like it was the most normal thing in the world, a cocky smirk on his lips. She knew he was about to make a comment, too, but held himself back to let her adjust to this situation.

After a while, Azriel held onto her hand, slowly pulling it towards his lower stomach. He pressed it down flat. “No need to be shy, love. There is nothing you could do that’d be wrong.”

She let her hand slide down his abs, his pelvis, right to the base of his cock. Her fingers grazed their way up his length, familiarizing themselves with the veins and texture. Then, she took him completely in her hand, squeezing just a bit. Azriel exhaled sharply, bringing his own scarred hand around hers and squeezing harder. “Like that.”, was all he said.

She was sure it must have hurt him, but one glance up at his face told her otherwise. His eyes were so heavy they almost looked closed, mouth slightly open. It was so incredibly hot, she needed him to make that face every day now.

A little trickle of white liquid right at the tip of him caught her attention. She’d read that some males produce pre-cum when they are really aroused. A flash of pride surged through Gwyn, making her more confident. She swirled her thumb across his head, smearing the pre-cum and making some of it leak down his length. Never in her life would she have thought that the idea of licking it off him would have her breath being caught in anticipation, but here she was. She let the intrusive thought win.

Her tongue connected with his cock timidly at first, licking a strip up towards the tip and collecting the streak of pre-cum on its way. It tasted salty, but not entirely unpleasant. And Azriel’s reaction made her lick another stripe up, this time lingering at the tip and licking right across the source of the liquid. Her hand remained in a fist around the base of his cock, squeezing from time to time just like he taught her.

She was certain it was an Illyrian curse that escaped him when she repeated the motion again, this time with more pressure and purpose. His hand tangled at the base of her ponytail, forcing her just a bit closer to him. His other found the side of the bedpost, holding on for dear life.

Then he suddenly pulled her back, disconnecting her lips from him. Just one look into his eyes and she knew she was in for it now. Her toes curled underneath her at his face. The hand he previously held onto the bedpost with now replaced her own hand on his cock. He gave himself one pump, making more precum spill out. It was a sight to behold, how is hands moved on his cock. Gwyn found herself to be jealous really quickly.

That jealously stopped when he leaned his hip towards her. “Stay still, open your mouth just a bit.”

Azriel seemed gone beyond the point of affectionate words. With his hand, he guided the tip of his cock to Gwyn’s parted lips, gliding it over first her upper, then her bottom lip. He painted her with his pre-cum, rubbing it all over her mouth until she was sure she must have been glistening with it. Gwyn noticed herself leaking at this point, but she needed to stay still for him.

When he was done, he took her in, chest heaving. “You’re so pretty, Gwyn. So fucking pretty.”

Gwyn practically glowed.  “Now take the tip into that pretty mouth of yours.”, his command came out husky, and Gwyn immediately opened for him, letting him slide in the first few inches. “That’s it. Now start sucking. No teeth.”

The priestess closed her mouth around him, starting to suckle lightly. She seemed to be doing something right because Azriel’s head fell back in pleasure, the grip on her hair tightening. Gwyn moved her head forward and back, sucking and licking with all the concentration she could still muster. She hoped she took enough of him, since a considerable bit of length was not taken care of. But her mouth was full to the brim, and the second she got cocky, her gag reflex brought her back to reality. There was no way she’d be able to take him completely, and the thought annoyed her to no compare.

Azriel, unsufferable as he is, started to laugh. “Getting greedy now, love?”

Gwyn glowered at him from underneath her lashes, and she stopped being careful with her teeth just a little. She sincerely hoped she didn’t hurt him, and she hoped he took her sassiness lightly. Azriel just burst out another laugh. “I’m glad you didn’t lose your fight.”

Then, both his hands came down to cup her face, holding her very tightly. His voice made a complete 180 – from playful to downright dangerous – all the laughter gone in the blink of an eye. “You’ll need all of it now for that little stunt with your teeth.”

And just like that, he pushed his hips forward. Gwyn gagged around his cock, trying to get her throat to relax at the intrusion. She could feel his eyes on her, making sure she was fine with it, even in the throes of dominance. And she was. If she stood from the bed, there’d surely be a giant wet spot.

Her eyes started watering as he thrust himself into her ready mouth, still trying to suck and lick any piece of skin. After just a few seconds, his rhythm changed. His hips seemed to buck into her uncontrollably, and he got more shallow with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum, love. Where?”, he ground out, leaving her enough room in her mouth to answer. She didn’t mind where, truly. At this point he could paint every inch of her with his cum and she’d thank him. “Wherever.”

Azriel groaned, one hand finding the expanse of her neck and gripping her. First very lightly, then when she didn’t object, with more pressure. With just a few more thrusts into her mouth, his hand still around the base of his cock, he pulled out. At the same time, he pushed Gwyn back by the throat, exposing her chest to him. The priestess felt spurts of warm cum explode over the skin of her breasts, her eyes trained on Azriel’s face.

She wouldn’t have looked away from him even if she could. His wings flared out to the side, nearly knocking over a few candles in the process. He came with a shout that was nearly unintelligible, but might have spelled her name, his Shadows in frantic movement. He was so beautiful Gwyn could have wept. And the pride she felt when seeing him this unraveled couldn’t be compared to anything.

She smiled at him while some tears still escaped her eyes, watching him calm himself.

When his eyes finally opened and fell to her form, he cursed. The hand that was still squeezing her neck pulled away like he burnt it, and he fell to his knees before her.

“Fuck Gwyn, I’m so sorry.”, his lips already moved on her neck, kissing and caressing in apology.

“Az.”, he looked up in her face, and Gwyn hoped he could see the sincerity in her eyes as she said, “I loved every second of that. Including your hand around my throat.”

Azriel looked sceptic, eyeing her neck and chest somewhat regretfully. She hated it. There was no way she’d let him think that he went too far with her. So she grabbed his hand again, this time leading him in-between her legs.

“Feel for yourself if you don’t believe me.”, she whispered, pecking his lips as his fingers connected to her core. Gwyn wasn’t prepared to feel this elated when he slid down, towards her entrance and nearly slipped in from the ungodly amount of wetness leaking out.

Azriel’s gaze shifted from serious, to shocked, to calculating. He purposefully continued to move up and down her slit, making Gwyn tremble with need. “That’s interesting.”

He studied her with so much calm it made Gwyn furious. Her hips bucked against his hand, trying to get a resemblance of friction. She didn’t know there was a ‘too wet’ when having sex, but after his initial touch she barely felt anything. He was too damn gentle.

She flew forward, connecting their chest and their lips together and catching his hand between her legs. Too late she realized that she was still full of cum. Gwyn pushed him back just as quickly as she pulled him in, but it was too late. His chest was now glistening too. Her face of shock must have said enough on that matter.

But to her surprise, Azriel pulled her back in, reconnecting their chests. “You think I’m afraid of my own cum?”, he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “If it’s good enough for you to allow me to come on you, then it’s certainly good enough for me.”

The kiss they shared while melting into each other was the complete opposite of what happened only moments before. Azriel kissed her with a tenderness that made her heart skip, showing her exactly how dear she was to him. She loved him so much it hurt. And she told him as much.

Azriel took her in when they parted, slowly travelling down her face, her chest and landing on her throbbing core. “You said you’re done for the night. Did you change your mind?”

Gwyn’s eyes widened in shock and eagerness. “What happens if I did?” She wasn’t sure if she could take him inside her just yet, despite her courage tonight.

“Whatever you want, love.”, Azriel replied, eyes still zeroed in on the spot where she’d like to feel him. She didn’t even need to think.

“Can I feel your tongue again, please?”, she whispered.

Azriel started to nod. “Would be a shame to let all that go to waste.”

Then, the grabbed both her feet and lifted them, letting her upper body fall back on the bed. He brought them together in one hand, pressing her knees into her chest to expose her core to him. “Hold on to your legs.”, he said, and she slid her arms around the backs of her thighs.

When Azriel’s mouth fell onto her for a second time that night, she cried out from the pleasure. He cleaned all her wetness thoroughly, lapping at her like she leaked some kind of miracle liquid. The pressure was perfect again, making her feel all the things she wanted to feel. His tongue slipped into her opening, stiffening to fuck into her in shallow thrusts while his thumb found her clit again. It didn’t take long after to make her come again.

As they lay in bed later that evening, after Azriel cleaned her and himself up and had a bit of dinner, she began to understand why Nesta and Cassian couldn’t keep their hands from one another. If it even felt a fraction as good as how Azriel made her feel, she forgave them for every time the were late, reeking of sex.

Azriel held her naked body close to his, legs tangled and arms wrapped around her upper body. She was glad he showed her a different side of himself today. Gwyn always had the feeling, that he was holding something back. Maybe not in their day-to-day life, but when it came to intimacy, definitely.

“Are you usually like this when you sleep with someone?”, she asked into the comforting darkness of the room.

Azriel’s lips moved against her neck when he answered. “The rough and dominant part? Yes. The lovey-dovey kissing in-between? No.”

“So, the lovey-dovey bit is a Gwyn thing?”

“Definitely a Gwyn thing.”

Gwyn grinned to herself. Having to acknowledge how many partners Azriel had before her wasn’t an easy thing for the mind, but that admission glazed over her spike of jealously like honey.

“You really liked it, didn’t you?”, he asked after another moment of silence, sounding a little more awake than before.

The priestess flushed just a little. She really did like it, even though she never thought she would. Was it sick? To experience what she had and then liking it when Azriel completely commanded her?

“I did like it.”, she admitted to him, cuddling into his chest more closely, “Do you think that’s weird?”

Azriel’s hand came up to her waist, rubbing up and down soothingly. “Because of what happened to you? No. Love, you are most likely born with your sexual preferences. It’s not something that people can influence.”

Gwyn mumbled her agreement, but that little, annoying feeling of uncertainty was still there.

“Also, the person you’re experiencing it with plays a big part. You’d let me dominate you because you trust me completely.” A gentle kiss to her shoulder. Then he exhaled against her skin, sending little shivers down her back. “You know my past. You know I was locked up for the better part of my childhood. It made me hate being restrained in any way, be it a locked room or bindings of some sort. Yet, if you’d ever want to tie me up in a sexual way, I’d happily let you. I’d probably enjoy it. Because it’s with you.”

She remembered the moment Azriel confided in her like it happened only an hour ago. His memories had burned themselves into her mind, letting her shoulder some of his baggage. She had cried the whole night for the little boy in the cellar. And she cried for the man he became, and how his past still haunted him some time, even after 500 years. If Azriel could find pleasure in the roots of his own trauma, then she probably wasn’t as brainwashed as she thought.

“Thank you.”

Instead of answering, Azriel’s arms around her tightened, pulling her back against him even more. When she was half rolled under him, his lips found her cheek, temple, hair, jaw and neck in the most un-Azriel like kisses she ever felt. She loved him for his support, be it silent or outspoken.

His kisses stilled after Gwyn was sure he touched ever cell of her. “Let’s go to sleep, mh?”

Azriel had been half-asleep for the last hour while getting Gwyn cleaned up and ready for bed. But he could easily function off little sleep. The most important thing was that his priestess got the after-care she deserved. It was fate that Gwyn seemed to be into the same things as he was, intimacy wise. And he felt honored that she figured that out with his help. Even though he was still unconvinced that she’d like the more extreme dominance he usually went with.

The Shadowsinger started drifting off to sleep easily, Gwyn’s breath his lullaby. Until-

“So, you’d let me tie you up?”

Azriel let out a sound that was as much groan as it was a laugh. He should have never given her the idea. Of course, she wouldn’t let that go.

“Maybe.”, he grumbled.

“But you just said you would-“

“Gwyn! Let’s stick to the way things are working now.”

“Fine, liar.”, she mumbled, “But you’d look so pretty in handcuffs.”

“Oh for the Mother’s sake Gwyneth.”, Azriel couldn’t hold back the laugh now, tired of faking annoyance with her. She’d be the death of him at some point. And as she started giggling too, he could no longer ignore the persistent urge that wanted him to throw himself at her feet.

tag list: @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship  @climb-the-mountian 

#gwynriel #gwynriel smut #azriel x gwyn #gwyn x azriel #acotar #acotar smut #gwyneth berdara #Azriel #azriel smut #pro gwynriel

[acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies]

do You think Azriel and Gwyn will end up together? 😩 I love them from the bottom of my heart

OMG I LOVE THIS QUESTION

a/n i got carried away

Gwynriel over Elriel any day.

I personally love Elain x Lucien cos lucien and elain both deserve love. AND GWYN AND AZRIEL ARE JUST SO MOMMY AND DADDY MATERIAL 😻 like i would pay good money to either be in a threesome with them or be their child. like imagine daddy azriel when you have your first heartbreak or mum gwyn cuddling with you on the couch eating ice cream while watching sad romance movies so u have someone to cry with. 😭

my heart ❤️‍🩹

but in a threesome the way they would be so overprotective of you or in bed how azriel would be such a dom and mommy gwyn is just whispering how much of a goodgirl you are 😩

I REALLY HOPE THEY END UP TOGETHER LIKE MY HEART WOULD BR FIXED FRFR

my heart before gwynriel: 💔

my heart after gwynriel: ❤️‍🩹

ps i really truly believe that nesta is a hardcore gwynriel shipper

#gwyn x azriel #gwynriel #gwyn acosf #pro gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #acotar series #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #elriel #elain acotar #elain archeron #daddy azriel #mommy gwyn #nestaisahardcoregwynrielshipperandnoonewillconvincemeotherwis

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27

Whoa that 27 is huuuuuge

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Oh this is super interesting!

Hmm. You know sometimes it's 'whoever I'm writing in the moment' but there's definitely standouts.

*thinks*

Augus in Smoke in Autumn is stressful because I have to go into a kind of very analytical, sadistic mindspace to really hook into the way he's thinking and what he wants to do next. And there's a coldness to it and a detachment to it which I sometimes want to resist or change or alter, and while some of that will change, I have to remember to stay anchored in his character. So I can never quite relax while writing him.

I think otherwise though, Connor and Cullen are probably up there, because they're both such contrary characters that I really had to fight them sometimes in the narrative to go in the direction I wanted. And what I mean by that is that often before sitting down to write a chapter, I've road-tested around 1-5 different scenarios and picked the best one. Cullen and Connor frequently forced me to road-test up to 20 with no success, because none of them let me get to where I wanted to get to. They feel like the algebra version of writing characters.

And I would say obviously Mallory and Mount from Mallory & Mount because otherwise we'd have chapters of that by now.

I feel like I'm missing some. I definitely think Eran, actually, because he was such a...Seelie-minded individual and I was writing a kind of character that didn't come naturally to me. Eran taught me that I don't really enjoy writing 'baby doms' very much, and it's like welp, lesson learned!

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From the Weird Writing Asks meme!

#asks and answers #memey goodness #pia on writing #i don't begrudge learning that lesson with eran #it just like...taught me something valuable about myself #baby subs? sure! #baby doms? no thank you! #it was stressful trying to get Eran to the kinks i wanted him to get to #and book 1 was *extremely stressful* to write because of it #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

[azrielsbxtch]

Is it bad that I lowkey want gwynriel to be friends/fwb to lovers? Gwyn taking back her sexuality and since she seems to be comfortable around Azriel and trusts him, maybe he can help her. Dom/sub or teacher/student thing. I’ve seen some people say gwynriel can’t happen because Az is a freak and Gwyn was assaulted…like what? There are survivors who can have sex (and are into bdsm), it just depends on the person. Everyone is different. SJM called Azriel a freak, but she didn’t specify exactly what she meant. For all we know, he could be into femdom stuff, but I canon him to be a dom. Anyways, I love your blog and your posts make my day! I just know that when gwynriel’s book comes out it’ll be amazing!💗💗

Aww thank you sm🥰

Now me personally I don’t take people who say “Gwynriel can’t happen because Gwyn is a SA survivor” seriously. I’ve read too many romance books with SA survivors to even consider that take seriously. It’s just ridiculous.

Whatever their sexual relationship will be like I’m sure SJM will execute it well🌚

And yes I love friends to lovers so much. It’s such an underrated trope like the pining and the tension and both being in denial/idiots in love. It’s one of my favorite tropes🥰

#gwyneth berdara #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwynriel headcanon #gwyn berdara #gwynriel fic #pro gwyn #nesta archeron #house of wind gang

[jims-strap-on]

ABOUT:

hi i’m ash!! 27, any pronouns, genderqueer/bi/ace. i’ve been rping since 2009, and have been on fbrp since 2012. i decided to try out tumblr again. im married and have four cats.

i’m a multimuse rp account in the our flag means death, acotar, supernatural, good omens, marvel, phantom of the opera, and harry potter fandoms. my main fandoms are OFMD and ACOTAR, and my main muses are Jim, Izzy, Rhysand, Azriel, and Feyre. OC and crossover friendly.

I love writing angst, hurt/comfort, and romance, including (optional) smut. i can do either canon or AU. i especially love themes like enemies to lovers and mafia AUs.

I’m okay with dark themes such as violence, blood/gore, self-harm, drugs and alcohol, etc.

I don’t reply terribly consistently so writing with me requires patience, I work full time and suffer from PTSD/depression and can’t reply while in funks. I will not tolerate my partners nagging me for replies.

i’m not picky about reply length, there is NO need to match mine. sometimes I tend to rant and reply length gets away from me, I don’t expect the same detail in return. however I do prefer para/lit. usually I’ll write a couple of paragraphs.

𝙁𝙀𝙔𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝙍𝙃𝙔𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝘼𝙕𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙇 𝘽𝙄𝙊

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH:

Muses: Izzy Hands, Jim Jimenez, Edward Teach, Archie, Stede Bonnet

Izzy/Stede

Izzy/Ed

Ed/Stede

Stede/Izzy/Ed

Oluwande/Jim

Jim/Archie

Oluwande/Jim/Archie

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES:

Muses: Feyre Archeron, Azriel, Nesta Archeron, Rhysand, Eris Vanserra

Feyre/Rhysand

Nesta/Cassian

Azriel/Elain

Azriel/Gwyn

GOOD OMENS:

Muse: Crowley

Crowley/Aziraphale

SUPERNATURAL:

Muses: Sam, Dean

Dean/Castiel

Sam/Ruby

Sam and Dean (NOT shipping NOT as a pairing!! but I love brother interactions!)

HARRY POTTER:

Muses: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger

Draco/Harry

Draco/Hermione

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA/LOVE NEVER DIES:

Muses: Erik, Raoul

Erik/Christine

Erik/Raoul

MARVEL:

Mus𝙚𝙨: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Bucky/Natasha

Bucky/Steve

Bucky/Sam

Bucky/Tony

Bucky/Zemo

Bucky/Clint

Steve/Tony

AU WISHLIST:

enemies to lovers mafia boss AU: our muses are both leaders of rival organized crime rings. they are both alone in the world and have spent their lives looking out for number one, falling into a life of crime desperate for money with no other options left. could take place in the present, or 1940s brooklyn.

sugar baby AU: my muse is a successful, professional business owner searching online for a baby to take care of long term and spoil. the arrangement is strictly platonic and sexual, until feelings start to develop.

sugar baby mafia AU: our muses meet on a sugar baby website. my muse is a crime boss who is interested in your innocent muse as a live in submissive in exchange for a handsome monthly salary. your muse is interested in the world of organized crime, letting my muse show yours the ropes while providing sex as a stress relief. bonus points if your character ends up joining a life of crime and running the crime ring with mine

BDSM club owner AU: my muse is a BDSM club owner who meets your submissive character at the club and frequently run scenes in my character’s private room at the club. it turns out they compliment each other in the bedroom well; your muse is the brat who likes to work for their rewards, while mine is the brat tamer who has all the time in the world. possible kinks include degradation, masochism, knife play, bondage, spanking, ropes/cuffs, cock warming, voyeurism, praise—open to suggestions. i’m also open to a pleasure dom and eager submissive dynamic.

mafia boss/police officer AU: our muses match on bumble, meeting up at a club my muse owns for a first date. your character works as a police detective, not knowing that their date is actually the owner of several clubs which secretly are coverups for sex work and drug dealing. the very same crime ring that your muse is assigned to taking down.

slave auction AU: your muse is sold to mine at a slave auction, only my muse only purchased yours to take them away from this life, gain their trust, and slowly heal them over time. maybe my muse is also just a little lonely and wants companionship. my character keeps yours safe while only ever treating them with gentleness, which your muse is not used to after such a hard life. this could also be sunshine x grumpy, my muse being the brooding grump who has a not-so-secret soft side.

Other plots:

enemies to lovers, our characters hate each other and have frequent hate sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism to serve as a distraction. they are in deep denial about their feelings and keep the arrangement strictly physical, until they can’t any longer.

good omens only: crowley and aziraphale decide they want to explore the human act of intercourse, exploring what each other like in the bedroom as they learn about their boundaries and various kinks, leading to BDSM. they are only friends wishing to indulge in a new human interest they realize they really enjoy, leading to eventual relationship. dom!aziraphale

These are only possible specific plot ideas I enjoy, of course i’m open to anything; as mentioned earlier, my favorites are angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, found family, fwb to relationship… feel free to come to me with ANY of your own ideas! shipping/NSFW is not a necessity, i’m open to a lot!

#our flag means death rp #ofmd rp #our flag means death roleplay #ourflagmeansdeath #ofmd #supernatural rp #acotar #acotar rp #a court of thorns and roses rp #acotar roleplay #harry potter rp #harry potter roleplay #good omens rp #good omens roleplay #harry potter #good omens #drarry #mafia boss rp #roleplay #our flag means death #phantom of the opera rp #poto rp #poto roleplay #phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera roleplay #marvel rp #marvel roleplay #bucky barnes rp #bucky barnes roleplay #marvel

[nikethestatue]

Thoughts on what ACOTAR characters would do/work as in real life?

Rhys: luxury real estate agent

Feyre: House flipper

Tamlin: Bouncer who moonlights as a violinist and keytar player in the band

Mor: Lifestyle 'influencer' (also has an OnlyFans account)

Elain: made a name for herself on the British Bake Off by taking 2nd place. Now, is a semi-celebrity baker who does all the morning shows demos, judges cooking competitions, has a Christmas Cookie book out

Azriel: Used to be in IT. Hated it. Started writing dark romances with lots of bondage and stalking. Became surprisingly very successful. Goes by the pen name Demi Night.

Cassian: Sommelier obviously (In VIno Veritas made it canon)

Nesta: Sports agent. Represents many big athletes. Very cutthroat.

Amren: Trump lawyer. Wants him to run for 2nd and 3rd terms.

Lucien: Lead singer in Tamlin's band at night, and works at a Honda dealership during the day.

Helion: Superstar Dom at a prestigious sex club. On LinkedIn his bop states 'visionary' and 'lifestyle conductor' and 'maestro of experiences'.

Eris: Makes educational TikTok videos. Married well, so could afford to be a stay-at-home-husband.

Gwyn and Emerie: have a vet clinic together

Thoughts? What do you guys think they are doing right now?

#ACOTAR #ACOTAR Characters #Rhysand #Feyre #Nesta #Cassian #Elain #Azriel #Helion #Lucien and Tamlin and Eris #Mor and Amren #just for fun

[rose-of-the-grave]

Sleeping On The Job

Pairing: Gwyn x Azriel

Ok, I know I haven't posted in over a month but I was really busy with school so here's a gwynriel oneshot! Hope you enjoy. I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: 18+, sub!az x dom!gwyn, kissing, leading into sex

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: While on a practice mission Gwyn gets tired so she and Az stop to sleep in a cave. Gwyn gets cold and Az wrestles with his emotions.

They had been walking for hours, tracking this thing and Gwyn was exhausted. When Azriel had suggested that they move her practice outside of the ring she hadn’t been expecting this. This was torture. She’d been up before the sun had even started to light up the sky and it was already dark now. 

A few feet up ahead the shadowsinger crept through the woods, his footsteps went undetected. Cloaked by the night and his shadows, Gwyn could hardly see him. She followed suit, careful not to step on any fallen leaves or twigs. With every little noise her heartbeat quickened, apprehensive that they had been caught. Logically Gwyn knew that Az would never take her out on a practice run without making sure that she was in no real danger. And even if something did happen, they were both armed to the teeth.

An owl hooted in the distance. Gwyn’s head twisted so fast that her braid whipped in her face, hard. Then, to her surprise she heard a low chuckle. He was laughing! How dare he? It was his fault she was so tired. And cold. And nervous. She had been training with the shadowsinger late at night whenever neither of them could sleep for months now. If she did well on this practice mission then she might eventually get sent out on a mission of her own. She didn’t think she could bear it if she failed, especially in front of Az.

Their friendship had grown in their time spent together training and lately she had noticed that she felt much more at ease with him. Sharing stories and laughing together. Teasing him about his widely known crush on her best friend, Nesta’s younger sister. How he could be so obvious when his job was to be a spy was beyond her. It was only lately that she had started to experience a pang in her chest whenever he mentioned the beautiful Elain. And when he had stopped talking about her, seemingly moved on, she was happy. 

They were friends and yet she was happy that the person he liked had decided to try to make things work with her mate. What kind of friend did that make her? Nesta and Emerie would tell her she was jealous if they could hear her thoughts. That is, they would if she had confessed to them how she had begun to feel.

Despite her changing feelings she was still determined to remain his friend. It was better to have him in her life as a friend but always wishing for more instead of losing him forever because of a crush. Oh, but there were times when she wished that she wasn’t such a coward when it came to him. How could she be brave when it came to fighting for her life and the life of her fellow Valkyries but when it came to telling someone she liked him she couldn’t say a thing. And she had tried. Many times. But there was nothing to do for it. Everytime she would open her mouth and nothing would come out. She would just be stuck standing there with her mouth opening  and closing like one of the fish in the river they were crossing.

He went first to make sure it was safe. It was times like these that she could hardly resist him. When he made it to the other side he turned around, his expression encouraging. Taking a tentative step across she hurried across. She was almost on the other side when she lost her balance.

But, he caught her. His arm slid around her waist, securing her. After he had steadied her his arm retreated back to his side. She mourned its loss. He turned away and kept walking into the darkness. It welcomed him like an old friend, allowing him to hide within. And yet, when most could not see any of him she still could. Perhaps it was his conscious effort to ensure she never lost sight of him or maybe it was his shadows reassuring her that he was never far from her side. At this point she would never know.

They kept on creeping along through the trees, weaving through the tree trunks and hanging branches that occasionally brushed Gwyn's hair. With every step her feet had a harder time lifting themselves from the ground. It was as if she were walking through sludge. Her eyes slowly crept closed, preventing her from seeing a tree root sticking up from the ground. Her foot caught on it and she stumbled. She quickly righted herself and kept on trailing behind her companion.

“We can stop and rest if you want.” Az had paused to offer Gwyn an opportunity to take a break. He knew that she would walk, dead on her feet, until they completed this practice mission but he also knew that she had awoken early as always this morning. She needed her sleep.

Defiant as ever, she shook her head. “No, we should keep going.”

“You could say that without yawning. We’re stopping. Come on, there's a cave near here where we can take shelter.”

Under normal circumstances she might have protested but her need for sleep was too great. She couldn’t keep her eyes open for more than a few seconds before it became too tiring to keep them open. “Fine.” She grumbled, secretly relieved.

Before she knew it they were no longer in the open air. The walls of the cave stopped the wind from causing her to shiver. She watched, barely awake as Azriel gathered firewood and lit a fire. She also, somehow, was awake enough to catch the slight tremor on his hands as he started the fire. Her heart clenched for his younger self who had had to endure such terrible things at the hands of his half-brothers.

The warmth of the fire was a welcome treat. Laying on her side she curled into a ball, hoping that her clothes would be enough to keep her warm. Azriel stood guard at the entrance of the cave. He alternated between watching for possible threats and Gwyn sleeping. It was certainly not the first time that his mind had remarked on how cute she was. Her face scrunched up a bit, almost as if she could hear his thoughts. He had always thought her beautiful but lately he had taken more notice. 

After centuries of fruitless pining for Mor and, more recently, Elain he had sworn off of letting someone else be the reason why he felt bad about himself. With Mor he had always wondered whether he would ever be good enough for her. Later, with Elain, he had been doomed from the start. Before he let himself fall for the sweet and spunky Gwyn he would wait until he felt more certain she would welcome his advances. With her more than anyone he wanted to take his time. He didn’t want to rush anything.

Gwyn’s shivering shook him from his thoughts. Despite her cloak, her leathers, and the fire she was still cold. Before he could give it a second thought he commanded his shadows to watch over the cave for him. Then, approaching the shivering priestess he took his own cloak off, placing it over her. And yet, it still wasn’t enough.

Already cursing himself for what he’s about to do he walks around her and lies down behind her, keeping a few inches of space between them. Then, carefully, he unfurled one of his wings and allowed it to cocoon her.

She shifted in her sleep. Holding himself still, he watched on as she turned around to face him. He watched as she inched closer, eyes still closed. She let loose a puff of air that hit his wing right where it was most sensitive. He stiffened, trying to keep a leash on the scent of his arousal. If she woke now to see him lying so close to her so clearly aroused she would never speak to him again. Nor would Nesta or any of his other friends. He could picture it so clearly in his mind's eye. In all of his time of knowing his brother’s mate he had always known that there were no limits to how far she would go for her family. Despite being centuries old he would be lying if he said that Nesta couldn’t scare him.

What’s more nobody would stop her if she tried to kill him and if he was being honest he would probably let her. He wouldn’t want to live in a world where he had made Gwyn uncomfortable. It was a fucking nightmare.

He was so utterly lost in his thoughts that he never noticed when she woke up or how long she had been watching him.

“Thanks for keeping me warm.”

His eyes shot to hers, which were shining with amusement. His cheeks reddened with embarrassment. She laughed, “So, should I comment on the change in scent?”

With a blink of an eye he shot up and was standing on the other side of the cave.

“Awww, are you a little shy? Don’t worry, I don't mind.”

Could it be possible? She certainly didn’t seem uncomfortable, if anything she was amused. Maybe he had been wrong, maybe he did have a chance. For the first time in centuries he felt a spark of hope.

“Truly?”

“Yeah, get back over here.”

At his hesitant approach she motioned with her hand to encourage him. He knelt next to her, still keeping some distance between them. Well, that just wouldn’t do. Gwyn reached out with her hand and placed it on his shoulder. At his lack of protest she leaned and kissed him. Planting her hand more firmly, she pushed him to the ground. He made a small noise. Pulling back she noticed that one of his wings was caught under him.

“Poor Illyrian baby.”

She readjusted his wings, her soft hands brushing against the most sensitive part of them. Her position left no doubt of his reaction. Laughing softly under her breath she brushed against the same spot with more intent. Obscene moans fell from his honeyed lips. She leaned back down, capturing his lips with her own.

Her hands slid down to find his which had been fluttering around her waist and placed the more firmly around her waist before letting her hands drift back up to tangle in his hair. She could feel when he grew more confident that this wasn’t a dream. His hands slid down and under her clothes to cover her ass. 

“I’ve dreamt of this for so long.” He murmured. She was gazing into his eyes, mesmerized by how wondrous he looked. 

Biting her lip, she admitted, “Me too

#acomaf #acotar #acowar #acosf #acofas #rose of the grave #short fic #azriel #azriel and gwyn #azriel x gwyn #gwyn berdara #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #azriel acosf #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar

[jesuisici33]

Get to Know Your Fanfic Writer

tagged by @cultofsappho

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

i was like 10 or something and it was for a:tla. iirc i believe it was a self insert fanfic and it was about my character being the next avatar (this was before korra was even a thing or even thought to even become a thing) it was on the nickelodeon site cause back then they had forums where you could post "stories" aka fanfics on there.

First character(s) you wrote for:

for actual characters and not self inserts into the tv show world like above, it would be for the icarly characters when i was thirteen, i believe? pretty sure if i went to go and dig those fics are still out there under different usernames, but i don't care to.

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

atm Buck and Eddie for 911

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

i have some ocs i would love to start writing about tbh

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

911 and 911: Lonestar

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

i do have some stuff going on for owen/gwyn/tk in my fae!carlos au (@rmd-writes has yelled at me for this and praised me lol) that i'm really loving and would love to get back to writing at some point soon

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Buck and Eddie and TK and Carlos

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

dom/sub, anal sex, dirty talk

....huh

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

from my next fic i plan to post, my buddie orgasm delay fic

Honestly over the past month Eddie’s surprised himself on how cruel he can be during sex. Along with how much he enjoys it. There was one time – not even that long ago – where Buck is cuddling into him crying about how much he’s been needing to come. Instead of calming him down and whispering sweet nothings in his ear like Eddie usually does, Eddie shoves Buck onto the bed, forcing him to get undressed. Then he unzips his own jeans and quickly jerks himself off, splattering Buck’s stomach with his own come. “There, now you can pretend that’s yours to make you feel better.” For a tense moment, Eddie thinks he might’ve gone too far. Buck’s shocked expression causes Eddie to doubt himself. He’s just about to cradle Buck’s head and give him apology kisses when Buck yanks him down in a sloppy kiss. For the next few minutes Eddie then feeds him “Buck’s” come, asking him how good it felt to come after such a long time all the while staring at Buck’s real cock that’s still hard and aching.

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