Once Again At Work Like They Dont Know Im Figuring Out How To Reply To Smut.

once again at work like “they don’t know i’m figuring out how to reply to smut”.

”match my freak” match my melancholy. be nostalgic about a past you weren’t even that happy in. find something to be haunted about throughout every second of your day

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⊹ — THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE ˎˊ

before nesta even knew her own name, she knew that she was a witch; one of many first born daughters in the archeron bloodline to be blessed with a myriad of powers. in each generation, the eldest daughter inherited the powers of all the ancestors who came before her. nesta's abilities were nurtured by her mother and grandmother; so much so that it seemed to many that she was favoured by them, but they were also the people who broke her spirit. because of their treatment of her she was unable to take any pride in her potential as a child – instead she kept her magic to herself, and became alienated from her sisters in the process. so much so that when her mother passed away, and her family lost their fortune, nesta couldn’t even muster up her connection to the occult in order to keep her sisters alive. it had fallen to feyre to hunt for them, to provide. one day when her youngest sister returned from the woods she sensed a change in her energy and had been able to instantly recognise that she had been turned into a vampire. a hatred of the undead was another thing that had been instilled in her as a child, and she barely slept for weeks after noticing the change in feyre – nor could she touch the endless amounts of food the new vampire had begun to bring home for the family. when she noticed the change in elain weeks later, nesta thought she may never recover. and she knew she couldn’t survive in the cottage a moment longer. she left a letter for her younger sisters, explaining that she knew their secret, and telling them her own. but they were unable to follow her; finally her powers had kicked in and she was able to shield herself… able to get far away from her home and afford to start a new life for herself.

over the years she has kept tabs on her sisters, and has kept herself young, too. at 300 years old she barely looks a day over 30, but trying to find a cure for vampirism is taking a toll on her internally. she spends her time doing spells and creating magic weapons for a price – a mixture of money and intel from clients with histories as interesting as hers. but she’s no further forward.

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nesta’s gaze is once again fixed upon azriel’s features, every shift in his expression reverberates through her body. the intensity in his dark eyes is a feast for her own and she can see the exact moment when his resolve changes and knows he’ll heed her request.

as much as she needs him on her, inside her, she wishes she could pause for just a moment to drink in the sight of him with his wings flared. he doesn’t look entirely real to her ( entirely too good to be true ) but his hands on her legs, then her face, remind her that he is. anticipation rolls through her body like a wave crashing against the shore; the weight of it makes her tremble, but she keeps it from her gaze. at the feeling of his cock pressed against her entrance she swallows, but her hungry eyes remain on his, devouring his features. waiting, but not at all patient.

she isn’t as ready as she wanted to believe. azriel fills her to the point of aching, but it’s far from the worst thing she’s ever felt - it might just be the best when his hips move in tandem to the rhythm of her speeding pulse, just like she asked him to. better. the way he moves inside her draws a cry from her lips, but she wraps her legs around his waist in a bid to keep him close. her hands move to his sides to steady herself and to hold him closer still, and at his words she digs her nails into his flesh. once again she’s left speechless, for a few moments her only response is to trail her tongue across his adam's apple, to suck on the raised flesh and relish in the gravel of his voice. 

“ watch me first, ” she breathes into the crook of his neck, a hand moving to rest at the other side as she nips at his jaw. “ you can fuck me however you like after. ” finally, her mouth finds his again and she captures his lower lip between her teeth, tasting herself. “ wherever you like. ” nesta is being vocal about what she wants but the truth is that he can take her any way he wishes; for as long as he wishes. too much time has passed since the last time she was touched, and she’s never been touched quite like this; without an ounce of fear. in the back of her mind she doesn’t doubt that this is for one night only, and she won't hesitate to make the most of the one night.

& THERE'S A HAZE that takes over his hazel eyes ; they go vacant and dark. blown pupils. a wicked, savage look for a warrior beast. her words are heard but almost ignored until she adds her final phrase. it's what snaps the rest of his resolve that he's been doing so well to keep leashed.

' i need you to fuck me to the beat of it ' rings in his ears and he's pulling his scarred fingers from her dripping core. azriel could feel her walls flutter around his digits just moments before, clinging to that feeling of fullness. she claimed she was ready but was she truly ready for what came next?

" you're ready when i say you are. " azriel speaks lowly, his voice as ominous as his shadows. something dark prowls under his skin and over his flesh, whispering to take the girl. go ahead, take her. that resolve is crushed, the pieces blowing away in the proverbial wind. azriel stands then, his wings flared and stance sure. predatory.

his scarred hands pull her thighs forward until she's falling off the edge of the wooden table with no where to go but to be seated upon him. almost. his cock rests against her glistening cunt and his hand then comes up to grip her face. he looks over her features as if looking for something ; possibly any hesitation or fear in her eyes... and there is none. he sees nothing but lust and determination.

in one swift move, he's pushing inside her tight core. azriel goes slow, yet possibly not slow enough. he doesn't want to hurt her but knows she is some other breed ; she's not illyrian but she cannot possibly only be a made - high fae. no, nesta archeron is some other sort of monster. like calls to like.

her heartbeat is in his ears and he begins to move, his hips in time with the pulse that beats inside her skin. " i'm torn.. i want to watch you come undone but i also want to turn you over and fuck you harder. "