For @valkyrd, From This Meme.

for @valkyrd, from this meme.

“don’t stop what you’re doing, az. you wouldn’t believe how beautiful gwyn looks with your tongue in her.” more beautiful than nesta could put into words, with her rosy lips parted and an iridescent sheen across flushed cheeks. she’s never seen her friend look so alive. the sight is entrancing, and although they’ve been happily sharing azriel, it dawns on her that she wants to help him coax those sweet sounds of delight from her gwyns perfect lips.

“— you look incredible.” nesta murmurs, trailing kisses to the milky skin of her throat. she marvels at the honeyed scent that emanates from her and her walls clench around azriel’s cock as she breathes her in. instinct takes over, and her lips travel down gwyn’s chest until she reaches the fullness of her breast. azriel’s hips buck against hers, as if sensing her every move and encouraging her, and nesta curls her arms around her friend’s lithe waist to steady herself, focused entirely on teasing lazy circles around her hardened nipple. the sound of a moan meets her. it’s her own. curious silver eyes lift up to find teal orbs, to read her features, and she sucks gwyn's perfect breast into her mouth to stifle the sounds of her own pleasure.

nesta can be kind of abrasive and hurtful when she wants to be. in my portrayal i don’t think that’s as apparent for the most part; in her main verse she’s often in a better place mentally, and if she isn’t i try to explore her headspace to explain why she’s being cruel. but my point is that i don’t expect anybody to like her - i also don’t expect anybody to tell me why i’m wrong for adoring her. 

nobody asked but i've just discovered michele morrone and i've been sitting here with my hand over my mouth for a good ten minutes now.

well! now that i’ve only written smut on this blog for the last few days, it’s time for bed <3

as she watches him undress it’s difficult to tell what enchants her more; the way he removes his shirt in one swift movement, or how his shadows which had lingered on her skin just moments before remove his boots. but when his nimble fingers reach for the lace she holds her breath, knowing that the best is yet to come. unconsciously a hand lifts to her ribs, fingertips digging into her skin as if to keep her hammering heart from escaping her chest, and she holds her breath as his pants drop. it shudders out of her at the sight of him; the way his cock twitches as he approaches her. nesta’s hand travels up her body and she cups her breast, teasing her throbbing nipples with her fingertips as she watches him. for a brief moment she imagines he’s going to kiss her and the ache in her core deepens with the promise of being able to wrap her legs around his waist; to feel him pressed against her. 

but he does the unthinkable. just as he’s finally close enough to touch once again, he drops to his knees, and the knot in nesta’s stomach tightens at the sight – twists when his hands are finally on her, his movements bold and erotic. despite the fact that he’s kneeling before her, they both must know that he’s totally in control now. for once, she’s more than happy to yield; to let him do as he pleases to her. his teeth against the tender flesh of her inner thigh forces her to dig her nails into her skin, hard enough to leave angry marks on her breast. and with just a few caresses of azriel’s tongue against her core, she isn’t sure how much she can take of his teasing. a gasp is drawn from her lips when he slips a finger inside her, and another, and she writhes her hips against his face and fingers in encouragement. his words are like a weight in her stomach, and her eyes find his glistening up at her. there’s no doubt he’s easily the most beautiful male she’s ever seen; no doubt that she’ll let him do anything he wants to her, for as long as he wants to.

“i am ready for you.” she all but whimpers the words, fairly confident that they’re true, because the alternative is waiting. and she can’t wait much longer. not with his breath against her core, nor that look in his eye – wicked and alluring. it stirs her senses and tightens the knot in her stomach. as she runs her fingertips over her peaked nipple once more, nesta loosens her grip on the edge of the table to push a loose lock of dark hair from his face. "can you hear my pulse? i need you to fuck me to the beat of it."

& THERE IS GOLD THAT FLASHES IN HIS HAZEL EYES, alight with want and need for the made-fae before him. her hips roll into him and he suppresses the groan that begs to erupt from his throat. she slides away from him and the lack of feeling almost has him clawing after her.. but he does not. restraint must be shown in this type of play of power.. but he'd almost get on his knees for her. when she speaks her need, his dark gaze finds her face.. but when she continues, a smirk slides across his full lips. she needs him to take his clothing off. he could easily oblige such a request - and he does.

azriel stands, a scarred and waving away only his shirt she had untucked with skilled hands. his shadows take away his boots and anything else until he is left in only his pants. he wants to take these off himself, slowly, to watch the expressions change upon nesta's face. azriel unlaces the front, his cock begging to be freed. when they are loose, he pulls them down and lets them slip to the floor, pooling around his feet. azriel kicks them away with a smooth movement before stepping closer to nesta, eyeing her body with a calculated look. he knows exactly what he wants from her body and what he wants to give back. his cock twitches at the thought of being buried inside of her.

" what if i want to watch? " he asks her, a brow lifting. there's an arrogance that has come over him. azriel then sinks to his knees before her ; before she can do or say anything else. again: he knows what he wants from her body. scarred hands slide up her calves, then her thighs, and he yanks her up and forward so that her legs are over his shoulders. his mouth kisses and nips her inner thighs until he swears she's shaking. azriel slides his tongue along her glistening core, groaning at the heat there. her scent is driving him to the brink of insanity and his leaking cock begs to be touched. he ignores it all and slides his tongue between her, " mm. " azriel hums as he pushes his face to her skin. his tongue moves inside her, then slides up to roll against her clit. he still has his fingertips pressing into her thighs, to tug her as close as he can get to his face. after a few moments of playing with her clit, azriel slides a hand from around her leg to push a scarred digit into her. his tongue still works her but now in unison with his finger. when he finds he can push in a second, he does. " have to get you ready for me... " azriel murmurs against her skin, his hazel eyes flicking up to catch her gaze. his pupils are blown, his gaze positively feral yet something glitters - he's made for worship like this. but he knows if he does not prepare her, he'll never forgive himself for being reckless.. no matter how badly he wants to be inside of her, he refuses to cause her real harm.

my biggest pet peeve is people drawing feyre and nesta with blonde hair and i have no idea why it bugs me as much as it does - but it does!