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violette-hue · 8 months

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Fated | (01) (02)

Summary: Azriel’s been coming over more frequently, and decides to spend the night. He opens up about some of his problems.

Trigger Warning(s): **18+ ONLY, minors do not interact, SPOILERS, unprotected sex, smut, cursing, jealousy, mentions of nausea, mentions of being sexually used, heartbreak-ish, not proof read

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A/N: not at all what I had planned, but I’m happy with how it turned out :)

Over the next month and a half, you had gotten used to a body warming your bed. Azriel was sound asleep next to you, the blankets relaying dangerously low on his stomach. Your eyes greedily took in his exposed skin, his toned chest and stomach, the dark line of hair trailing down beneath your blankets. Ever since Rita’s he had been the one warming your bed. He wouldn’t come over to your small apartment every night, but most nights he was here. He’d come over, fuck you proper, and sleep. Sometimes he’d wake up and repeat the process—one, two, three times in one night until he was satisfied. You knew that’s what you were for, some release and satisfaction, but Azriel had been coming over more frequently and maybe, just maybe, that meant something. You weren’t delusional enough to think he was falling for you, but it had to mean something, right? A piqued interest, a slight tug of the heart.

You chewed on the inside of your lip and brushed a few strands of dark hair from his forehead. When he had come over last night, his face had been so full of emotion, his eyes stirring. You wondered what could have gotten him so worked up. Azriel wasn’t keen on sharing much personal information. You knew his name, that he was Illyrian, and that he worked for the High Lord. He wouldn’t say anything more, even when you asked. So when you saw all the emotions built behind his walls, you didn’t ask any questions. You invited him in and eased any tensions the only way you knew how.

Still, you couldn’t help but question why he chose to return to you each time. Was there something about you he liked that he was apprehensive of saying? Were you just an easy conquest? Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, churning last night’s dinner. You hoped that wasn’t the case—you hope he called on you because he wanted to, not because you were too easy. Though, you supposed it shouldn’t have mattered…you were no one to him. And he was no one to you. Should be no one to you, but you weren’t ready to touch on that subject. Not when it could ruin everything.

You tore your eyes away from Azriel’s peaceful face and made your way to the bathroom. You ran a hot bath, and when you were comfortable enough with the temperature, stepped into the deep tub. The hot water hugged your skin and worked wonders on your sore body. Azriel was a passionate lover and handled you with care normally, but last night he had been unhinged. Whatever was bothering him must really be eating him alive. You looked at your arms, at the red marks around your wrists. You closed your eyes as the memories from last night flooded your mind.

He had wrapped his large hand around your wrists above your head with such force as he pound into you. Your legs were loosely draped around his waist, barely able to hold on as you were overwhelmed with pleasure. His fingers dug into the fleshy skin of your wrists, right between the bone. You had cried out with both pain and pleasure as he rode out your second orgasm of the night. The second of many.

You opened your eyes suddenly as the familiar throbbing ached between your legs. The memories of him were enough to make you heated. You brought your legs up to your chest and rested your elbows on your knees. You tried not to recount your sessions with Azriel, least you wanted to spend the next half hour to an hour pleasuring yourself. Even that wasn’t enough to sedate your lust. Not when it came to him.

Azriel was unlike any lover you had taken to your bed. He was larger than any other male you had lain with, and had more stamina. He was more attentive, making sure to not hurt you too much and give you rest in between sessions. He made sure you finished at least once before finishing himself, and he’d usually run you a hot bath after you’d both settle down. He’d be gone after a bath, but this time… You looked to the closed door, Azriel sound asleep on the other side. This time he had chosen to stay. Deep down, you wanted to believe he stayed because he wanted to, but you knew better. You were sure he only stayed because he was too tired to leave.

The silver door handle turned and the dark, wooden door swung open. Azriel shuffled inside your bathroom with a mumbled good morning and leaned against the door frame.

“Good morning,” you replied softly. “The bath’s still hot if you’d like to join.” You tried to keep your eyes from roaming his naked, glorious body.

Azriel nodded and strode over to the tub. He stepped in gently, the water reaching just below his knee. The water rose as he sat across from you in the deep tub, and you pulled the stopper to drain some of the excess. You both sat in silence for a bit, enjoying the hot water on your muscles. Your eyes roamed over to his chest, his face, and he smiled.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden?” Azriel asked. He reached for you with gentle hands and pulled you over to his lap. His fingers traced along your jaw in comforting strokes.

“Sorry,” you started, “it’s just that you’ve usually never spent the night before. I’m not sure if I should be making you breakfast or waking you up by sucking your cock.”

Azriel laughed, his chest brushing against yours. You situated yourself on his lap, your knees placed next to either side of his thighs. You ignored his cock brushing against your thigh—or at least tried too.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to either, but this is fine, too.” He inhaled deeply, his muscles relaxing as he exhaled. “I’m sorry if I’m imposing, I should’ve asked if it was okay to stay.”

“I’m fine with you staying.” Your hands ran up his firm chest to his neck. Your fingers slid into the hair at the base of his neck and massaged the area. “You looked like you needed it.”

“Yeah, I did.” Azriel’s eyes shut as he enjoyed your ministrations.

This is how it was always like. You’d poke at the situation, hoping he’d open up and tell you what was wrong, only for him to give vague, short answers and leave you in the dark. Though, why should he tell you anything? You were only his lover. Lover. The word made your heart sing and squeeze at the same time. How many other lovers did he have? You shifted slightly.

“Feyre, she has this sister,” Azriel started. You jumped at the sound of the High Lady’s name and listened intently. “Her name is Elain. Rhys won’t let me near her. She has a mate, but she doesn’t even want him.”

Your furrowed your brows. “Why won’t he let you?”

“Because the sexual tension keeps building and we need to stay on good terms with her mate. They haven’t even mated officially.”

Your fingers faltered and your heart dropped to your stomach. “Oh.” Nausea crept up your throat and churned your stomach. You willed the dread away, willed yourself to say something else. “I don’t really understand politics.” You mentally kicked yourself. What a stupid thing to say.

This was why he had been coming over to your apartment so worked up? This was what you had let your body be used for? To release sexual tension for another female? You felt sick to your stomach. How could you have willingly let a male you just met have that much of a hold on you? Those sessions you thought meant so much to him, meant nothing at all. You were the other female, not some lover. You forced your face into neutrality, forced every muscle in your body not to recoil with disgust. You weren’t even disgusted at him. You were disgusted at yourself for letting him in so easily and falling hard.

Azriel nodded slightly. “He could ask for a duel if Elain and I got intimate. He’d die, and Rhys can’t have him dead.”

“That makes sense, I guess.” Every nerve in your body was yelling at you to run away. “Why doesn’t she just reject the bond?”

“I don’t know. No one will let us be alone to even ask that question.” Azriel lay his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him. “I…I haven’t been using you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

You tilted your head to the side. “My mind crossed that option.”

He sighed deeply and ran his hands up and down your lower back. “I won’t lie to you, at first it started off that way. But I like this thing we have. The company, the sex – it’s comfortable..”

You forced a light laugh and prayed it sounded natural. “I’m not really sure that sounded like a compliment, but thank you.” Your fingers tugged slightly at the hair on the base of his neck. “I like this thing we have, too. The sex is good.”

Azriel smiled. “The sex is good.” His lips brushed against yours softly. “It’s great.”

You giggled, and just like that, any disgust you had felt minutes ago was washed away. You allowed Azriel to kiss you deeply, allowed him to run his hands from your ass to between your thighs. You sighed deeply as one of his digits entered you with ease and curled against your soft walls. One, two, three fingers entered you, in and out, in and out. Your sighs morphed into strangled moans as his lips clashed with yours. He swallowed your breaths, your whines as he worked you to an orgasm. You writhed in his hold as release came over you in waves and you called out his name breathlessly.

“When I’m with you, it’s like all my problems melt away,” Azriel murmured against your lips. “Like I’m okay to just be me. No worries. No problems. No fights. No nothing but this.”

You nodded, your hand reaching down to guide his cock inside you. You cried out as you sank down, taking him all in. He hissed and gripped your hips tightly.

“Me too,” you gasped. “I like this – love this.” You moved, your hips rising and falling against him. The water splashed outside of the tub, sploshing loudly. You’d clean that up later. Now, you needed to get all of him inside you, again and again until it was enough. It wasn’t enough. His length deep inside you, brushing against the edge of you and it still wasn’t enough. Your nails raked down his back as you cried out. You needed more.

“Fuck–you feel so good–” Azriel ground out beneath you, his hands guiding you down on his cock with enough force to drain the tub of nearly all it’s water.

“Good enough to forget Elain?” The words left your mouth before you could think of the consequences. But fuck the consequences and fuck Elain. Azriel was yours. Your heart squeezed at the intrusion. He was yours.

Azriel didn’t skip a beat. A crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Jealous?” His fingertips dug into your skin.

You shook your head. “What’s there to be jealous about?” you said breathlessly. “You’re fucking me, not her.”

He grunted and held you close to him. He stood quickly and stepped out of the tub. In an instant, your back was against the cold tile and your legs were hanging over Azriel’s shoulders. He thrust into you harshly, his balls slapping against the wet skin of your ass.

“That’s right, baby,” he ground out. “I’m fucking you.”

You choked on a moan as his thumb moved harshly over your clit. Closer and closer you were being pushed to oblivion. Your stomach tightened with a familiar feeling as you locked eyes with him. Release was coming soon, but you were nowhere near satisfied. Your back arched off the tile as you tried to wrap your legs around his waist. You needed to touch Azriel, feel him closer to you. Your hands snaked around him to rest on his back, your nails finding purchase in the skin on his shoulders. His chest flushed against yours, you kissed him vigorously. Teeth scraped against one another, tongue brushing against tongues, you thought you’d die. You felt too good for this to be real.

Release washed over you like a white hot wave. Your legs squeezed around Azriel, and you heard him curse. You felt his cock twitch inside you, sputter as he emptied himself in you. You lay on the floor panting, legs locked around your lover. Your heart felt so full, you almost didn’t want to move. Except, now your legs were cramping and you needed another bath. You peeled yourself off of Azriel and sat up slowly. The familiar feeling of his cum slipping out of you made you tense.

Azriel placed a tender kiss to your forehead and helped you stand up. His hand trailed up your arm to your wrist as he led you back to the bath. He tensed as he saw the red marks on your wrist.

“Was this me?” he asked, bringing your wrist closer to him.

“From last night.” You stepped into the tub slowly, careful to not slip. You turned the faucet to refill the tub with hot water.

He placed a soft kiss on the red flesh. “I’m sorry.”

You raised your head and met his gaze. You wanted to say that it was fine, that you had enjoyed it, but the air sucked right out of you. Something in his eyes stirred and reached out to you. Not physically, but mentally – almost divinely. It was as if his shadows reached inside your body and filled every crevice, every cell. Your heart sang as his eyes searched yours for a response.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled.

It wasn’t okay, not in the slightest. His shadows danced around you, or at least you thought they did. You weren’t sure of anything at this point. You weren’t entirely sure you were even standing. You felt lightheaded and completely grounded at the same time.

Mate, his shadows sang. They sang louder and louder until they overpowered you. You couldn’t see any light, there was no way out of this.

Azriel was your mate.

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shadowdaddies · 16 days

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Celebration

Elain x Reader fluff/smut

Summary: you try to bake a cake for Elain for her birthday, but there's something else she'd rather eat

warnings: smut-ish, frosting in places it shouldn't be

Your upper arm burned as you whisked the frosting, much thicker than you knew it should be when the oven dinged behind you, making you jump in surprise.

You turned to see the cakes slightly browner than you would have liked, sighing as you pulled them from the oven to cool on the stove. Tossing the warm oven mitts to the side, you refocused your attention to the pink and orange “frostings” - if you could even call them that - feeling defeated in your efforts.

Elain was always attentive, making everyone else’s birthdays special with her exquisite cakes, and all you wanted to do for your girlfriend was let her relax on her own day while you made the cake.

It was an ambitious task, baking and decorating her birthday cake when you had never so much as baked one before, but you stupidly refused Feyre’s offer to help decorate, insisting that you wanted this to be a gesture from you alone.

Now, you stared down at the globs of frosting in their bowls, realization hitting that the sunset with flowers you’d planned to decorate the cake with would not be coming to life. Elbows resting against the cool marble of the kitchen island, you buried your head in your hands while you wondered how your beautiful girlfriend made baking seem so easy and graceful.

As if on cue, Elain padded into the kitchen on soft footsteps, her presence a glowing warmth as arms wound around your waist. Brown eyes glimmered with joy and amusement as she took in the scene before her, the colors of frosting and cooling cake and your half-baked plans to impress her.

“This looks wonderful,” she gushed, finger dipping in the orange frosting before lifting it to her lips. She sucked in the sugar with a moan, eyes fluttering slightly as you tracked her every movement with increasing interest.

Her full lips wrapped around the digit, puckering as she sucked the sugar from her skin. Your breaths grew short, arousal pooling in your core while you watched. “It’s nowhere near done,” you admitted, drawn from your daze to look at the mess you had made upon the counter.

“And it won’t be anywhere near as beautiful as what you decorate,” you sighed, eyes downcast to avoid her own as defeat sank in.

Elain’s lips spread into a Cheshire grin, mischief aglow in her doe eyes as she effortlessly scooped pink frosting into a piping bag. A shock rolled through you at the feeling of her warm body against yours, caging you in against the cool counter.

“But I see something much more beautiful than anything I’ve decorated,” Elain breathed, eyes raking over your body. The nightgown you donned suddenly felt see-through under her assessing stare. “And something I’d much rather eat than cake.”

Her hand slipped underneath your slip, fingertips cool against the warmth of your upper thighs. “Up on the counter, flower,” she purred, tugging her bottom lip between white teeth.

You leapt backward onto the marble, gasping at the sensation on your flushed skin, slick growing between your legs. You watched, hypnotized, as Elain flipped up your skirt, exposing your core to the room.

“Beautiful,” she murmured, one hand holding the piping bag as the other drifted towards your center, delicate fingertips grazing your core.

“Lay back,” she smiled, nodding in approval when you obeyed her direction. Hands slid up your waist, pushing the fabric of your gown over your chest to bare you to the room. “Good girl, now stay still.”

You gasped, squirming underneath as you felt the cool piping bag pour frosting over your stomach, down lower and lower until it hovered just above where you craved her most.

Elain set down the piping bag, hands spreading your legs as you looked to her with admiration before glancing at your bare skin. There, she had written “I love you” in the frosting more beautifully than you could have achieved on the cake.

As her warm tongue flattened against your lower abdomen, you moaned out what weak warning you could manage. “Elain, if you start, I will take you upstairs and we won’t leave the bed today.”

A small laugh left her lips, the sound like bells echoing on a sunny afternoon. “Perfect,” she mumbled against the heated flesh, working her way towards your swollen breasts.

Her tongue flicked out over your nipple, your desire overwhelming any sense and you pulled the stunning woman over you, legs wrapping around her waist as you dipped your finger in another bowl of icing. Dragging the purple hue down her chest, your hand drifted down to her soaked core.

Reveling in the gasp that escaped her at your touch, you smirked before bringing the sugar-coated arousal to your lips and sucking. “Allow me to celebrate you as long as you like, then.”

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emilyondemand · 8 months

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Elain Week Day 4: Dreamer 💐🔮🗡️

For @elainarcheronweek

In her most recent interview, Sarah described Elain as the quiet dreamer.

And in the Court of Dreams, Elain is thriving- caring for and rebuilding community gardens in Velaris, plotting/planning gardens for the Townhouse and the River House, and keeping her family and friends well fed by serving them meals and baked goods. Despite her quiet hobbies though, Elain is still willing to do whatever is necessary to aid the Night Court when she is called on to do so.

“When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court” -A Court of Silver Flames

@lumachaii (on ig) is the absolutely brilliant and talented artist who captured Elain in her multiple forms as the quiet dreamer, the seer, and the kingslayer. Her work is beautiful and I am so lucky that I was able to commission her! The little details she took the time to add make me swoon: the beauty mark on her cheekbone and the little bow on her sleeve in dreamer, the flowers behind her ear and witchy accessories in seer, and that cheeky little dimple in kingslayer. 😍

Character belongs to: @therealsjmaas

Art: @lumachaii

Commissioned by: me @emilysbookishtales (ig)

#elain archeron #acotar #pro elain #elain #acosf #elainarcheron #elain kingslayer #acotar elain #elainarcheronweek2023 #elainarcheronweek

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animezinglife · 3 months

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For me, it's the potential little, tender moments in what a relationship between Elain and Lucien could be like.

Her soft blush and smile as he helps her zip up/fasten her dress (especially in those early stages when she's still a little shy around him).

Him putting a fallen flower from the garden in her hair (or a wildflower if they're wandering).

The look he'd give her when she laughs, like she's the light of his life.

Her taking his arm when they walk through Velaris (visiting Feyre and fam), her gardens, or arrive anywhere on business or for a social outing.

Him teaching her how to fish, how to swim (if she doesn't know already), and how to shoot a bow.

Her running her fingers through that silken ruby hair, braiding it back for him or gently detangling it.

The two of them relaxing under a tree on a warm spring or mild summer day basking in the perfect mix of sun and shade.

#acotar #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #scenarios #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #a court of thorns and roses #sjm #sarah j maas #acotar scenarios #animezingscenario #acotar elain #acotar lucien

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intairnwetrust · 6 months

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Elain Archeron - The Seer

#acotar #acotar elain #pro elain archeron #elain archeron

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kaelderdoer · 11 months

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Elain from A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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This post was actually inspired by something @acourtdelaluna said to me. I always assumed Azriel was jealous of Lucien simply because Lucien was giving a mating bond while he wasn't. And not just any mating bond, a bond with the third Archeron when his two brothers got bonds with her sisters. Which makes sense well enough on its own considering Az has been wondering for centuries why Mor was not made his mate (leading to the belief he must not be worthy of one) and he already struggles with feeling like an outsider even within the IC. Not being given a bond like his brothers is compounding to all of that but.....it doesn't completely explain his behavior towards Lucien in ACOWAR because the Nessian mating bond wasn't a certainty at that point.

But what she mentioned is her thoughts that the issue may be something more, that the bond may have been secondary in terms of his jealousy of Lucien and that the original issue had more to do with Lucien encroaching on his place within the IC and his two brothers.

Az struggles with feelings of worth, he struggles with belonging even though the IC gives him unconditional love. And it's reflected in Azriel's standards of himself, the "sadistic tendencies" he holds himself to, the many times he's willing to throw himself into danger to protect those he loves, his belief that his spies and his information are infallible.

Yet we have this outsider enter their lives and almost immediately make himself invaluable. He's providing them information even Az doesn't have access too and at one point he's siding with Cassian (Azriel's best friend).

(Apologies for the way the excerpts run together, I had to stitch some and create a collage of others in order to not exceed the limit of 10 attachments).

(aren't the above two lines interesting when you consider everything that's happened so far? The meeting with Eris has already occurred, where Az feels Mor rejected his attempt at comfort when she snatched her hand away from him, when she expressed being upset with him for going behind her back. Cassian expresses disgust towards Rhys and Azriel for working with Eris and Lucien then seems to side with Cassian.

We know for a fact that Az is still in love with Mor at this point as he gets into a fight with Eris over her later in the book and he looks at her with yearning in ACOFAS. We know he doesn't have any feelings for Elain because he's relieved not to have to get her a gift at Solstice. So what's left that's driving his desire to help Elain and his dismissiveness towards Lucien? It feels a little like he's being a bit passive aggressive because of Lucien seeming to so seamlessly fit in where Az has never felt that and the one way to do that is to pay a bit of attention to another males mate.

I think the issues prior to SF really were a result of Lucien being someone Rhys began to depend on which felt threatening to Az. And that is very noticeable in the novella when he's almost aggressive while discussing Lucien. Then in SF when his face shows tightness at having to contact Lucien, when he claims "Lucien will never be good enough" and "he'll defeat him with little effort". Also in SF we have a confirmed Nessian bond (or one that was looking like more of a certainty) which is when Az added the "two brothers with two sisters so why didn't he get the third" onto the list of things he was already struggling with. Which is the straw that broke the camels back for Az. Not only does the IC look to Lucien where they once looked to only Az, not only are they hanging out talking sports while Az stands by himself in the door but Lucien is (in Azriel's mind) breaking up the brotherhood even further by getting the remaining bond with the remaining Archeron when Rhys and Cassian are her sisters.

It makes so much sense to me and I'm so excited @acourtdelaluna mentioned it as a way to view everything that's been going on with the whole Az / Lucien / Elain situation ❤️

#pro elucien #elucien #elain archeron #anti e/riel #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #lucien and elain #elain and lucien #antie/riel #azriel acotar #acotar lucien #acotar elain

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the-shadowsingers-whore · 3 months

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the inner circle and their first words

now that i have officially finished my re-read of acotar, i thought it would be fun to share what the first words of all our favs were in the series.

feyre - "where do you think i got it?" acotar p. 10

rhysand - "there you are, i've been looking for you." acotar p. 188

elain - "feyre! where did you get that?" acotar p. 10

nesta - "i need a new pair of boots." acotar p. 11

cassian - "hurry up you lazy ass!" acomaf p. 136

azriel - "if you're going to pick a fight with him, do it after breakfast." acomaf p. 136

mor - "so, that went well." - acomaf p. 50

amren - "you illyrians are worse than cats, yowling to be let in the backdoor." acomaf p. 137

let me know which one is your favorite!

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lyssasdrafts · 6 days

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“guilty as sin” is so elriel i’m gonna be SICK

#— lyssa’s thoughts #sjm posting that song 😭#elriel #acotar #acotar 5 #acotar 6 #elain archeron #elain acotar #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar azriel #acotar elain

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teddyhoneybear · 16 days

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Elain goes to Day Court to discover more about being a seer. Helion welcomes her with great joy, but she finds someone else there, another discovery, perhaps a love long forgotten but ready to blossom.

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thecw-unicorn · 1 year

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This is sooooo interesting I LOVE

#acotar #elain archeron #acotar fandom #elorcan #elorcan vibes #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #lorcan lochan salvatorre #elain archeron art #elain kingslayer #elain acotar #acotar series #acotar elain #acotar sjm #throne of glass

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Hello beautiful, I love your blog and your stories help me continue living with these characters. An idea, Elain has mate but they haven't done anything important, one night she wants more.

smut + lingerie + roses??? 🩷

EEP I love this request🥰 this is so sweet and romantic and I love it

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Elain x Reader

Warnings: fluffy smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, minors dni

The mating bond clicked for you nearly a week after meeting Elain. It was easy to fall in love with her kind, gentle nature, as natural as the fall of a soft Spring rain. The bond snapped for you, however, shortly after your friendship began. Elain had invited you to Rita’s with her and her family, the two of you having an incredible night until a female came up to you, unprovoked, and spilled wine on your dress, muttering an insult about you under her breath. You couldn’t hear what she said, but it was enough for Elain to grab the female by her arm - a look of anger that you didn’t realize possible for someone so sweet taking over her features - and demand that she apologize to you.

The moment Elain turned back towards you, you saw something in her eyes you’d never seen before, and the bond snapped like a lightning strike. You ran outside onto the street, trying to catch your breath as you tried to grasp what had just happened, panicking over the thought of losing your new friend, when Elain approached you cautiously. “It snapped for you too, huh?” she whispered, and you turned to her.

You couldn’t hide the shock on your face. “For me too? Elain, you knew about the bond?” She nodded shyly, wringing her hands in a show of her nerves. “The bond snapped the moment I saw you exiting the bakery that day. I wanted - needed, to know you, but I wanted you to be able to choose for yourself how you felt about me without the pressure of the bond.”

Your eyes welled with tears, unable to comprehend how the cauldron could bless you with this kind, thoughtful, protective female as your mate. The two of you went back to your apartment, staying up the rest of the night talking, getting to know each other and discussing the bond. You both decided that it was best to take the time to get to know each other further before moving forward with the bond, and that was the start of your relationship with Elain.

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Months had passed, and you were head over heels for each other. The two of you were inseparable, spending nearly every day together as you practically became a member of the family. You knew you were ready to accept the bond on your end, but much like how Elain wouldn’t pressure you to recognize the bond, you would not pressure her to accept it.

Instead, you worked with Rhys to plan a romantic night away at the Moonstone Palace - you would cook for a change, light candles, and decorate with flower petals. The two of you hadn’t been physically intimate yet - your intention was simply to make Elain feel as special as she made you feel.

When you arrived to the palace to decorate and start preparing for the evening, only to find candles, flower petals, and gauzy curtains draped everywhere. It was breathtaking, and before your mind could register what was happening, Elain floated around the corner looking like a goddess in a sheer blush dress that left little to the imagination.

She gave you her signature shy smile, but the coquettish gleam in her eyes made your stomach flutter. Looking around at the decorations, Elain explained, “Feyre helped me orchestrate all of this for us. We have the place to ourselves for the night.” You let out a soft laugh - of course Rhys and Feyre would have been scheming together.

Walking over to Elain, you greeted her with a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around her waist as you took the moment to just hold her. You took in a deep breath, her scent of jasmine and honey like a soothing balm to your senses. Elain leaned back, taking your hands in hers as she toyed with your fingers. “I have a surprise, if you’ll follow me,” she whispered as she took your hand, leading you to a large sitting room.

One wall was entirely open to the snow-covered mountains, the view only partially obstructed by the pink gauzy curtains draped throughout the room, twinkling fae lights illuminating the space to glow golden pink, and red tones. Pink and red flower petals scattered the floor with the exception of the center of the room, where a low-standing table was surrounded by lush patterned cushions. On the table was a bottle of sparkling wine, along with an assortment of chocolate covered strawberries and sweet cream.

Elain looked at you, love filling her eyes as she fidgeted with her hands, bringing you back to the memory of that night when you first learned of your bond. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, you admired her beautiful brown eyes, whispering, “this is so beautiful. I wanted to surprise you with a special night, but of course you would think of something even more incredible. I love you, Elain.”

Elain’s eyes filled with unshed tears as she smiled at you, laughing softly as the two of you felt each other’s joy through the bond. “I love you, too,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss you with more fervor than ever before. She walked you backwards towards a pile of cushions, the two of you laying down on them as you continued to explore the feel of each other. You ran your hand up her waist, rubbing soft circles below her breast as she softly moaned. It was a magical sound, one that you felt as though you could live off of, never needing anything else as long as you existed.

You rolled on top of Elain, running your hand through her long hair as she gave you that coquettish grin that had your core pulsing with need. She batted her doe eyes at you, hands toying with the straps of her dress as she teased, “I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but I do have a new purchase under this dress that I’ve been longing to show you.”

Your face flushed, barely able to form a coherent thought as you nodded, gasping out a “yes, please,” as you watched, entranced by Elain. She sat up slightly, slowly slipping off each strap of her dress before turning around and kneeling with her back to you, gesturing for you to undo the laces on the back of her dress. You obeyed, watching as the garment fell, exposing Elain’s stunning form. She stood, kicking the fabric of the dress to the side as she showed her new lingerie - a blush strappy teddy with iridescent floral patterns, chiffon ruffles above her behind that accentuated her figure flawlessly.

You found yourself emotional once more at her beauty, this ethereal being who had graced you with not only her presence in your life, but her love. You reached up, hands eager to feel her, worship her, but she pulled them away. Elain smirked at you as she shook her head. “I would like first honors,” she spoke in a low, sultry voice as she tilted her head towards you, gesturing for you to lay back.

You blindly obeyed, eyes glued to Elain as she strode over to you, kneeling between your legs as she softly traced her nails up your thighs. She took her time, memorizing each inch of your body as she lifted your top, kissing the exposed skin as she went. Elain moaned softly as she found that you weren’t wearing a bra, losing her patience as she lifted your shirt the rest of the way off. Giving a teasing lick to one nipple, she massaged the other breast, occasionally running a teasing finger across the increasingly sensitive bud. You were mewling, arching into her in a silent plea for more contact. Elain obliged, sucking and gently tugging on your nipple before switching her actions to your other breast.

You threaded your hands in her hair, rolling your hips against her as you moaned her name repeatedly. Elain laughed against your stomach as she slid down your body, stripping you of the rest of your clothing as she went. She paused at your hip bones, pinning them down with surprising strength as she sucked dark marks on each of them before moving to place a kiss just above your clit, the word “mine,” a whisper and a promise on her lips.

Elain held your legs open, one arm pinning them down as she pushed two fingers into your mouth. You sucked instinctively, swirling your tongue around them, Elain cooing, “good girl,” before latching onto your clit without warning. She sucked the bud hard, tongue swirling wildly as her fingers muffled your moans. Your eyes were rolling back, already nearing your climax when Elain withdrew her fingers, pumping them into you without warning.

You let out a silent scream, back arching as you were overwhelmed with pleasure. Elain curled her fingers against your walls as she licked and sucked your clit, and you quickly went over the edge, chanting her name like a prayer as she worked you through your orgasm.

You came down, vision coming back into focus to see Elain above you, licking her fingers as the fae lights cast her in an angelic glow. Your heart leapt with adoration as you pulled her down to kiss you. You pulled back with a smirk, murmuring, “my turn,” as you flipped Elain onto her back, straddling her hips as you took your time admiring her in all her beauty and her lingerie, eyeing the sweet cream on the table as you planned your next move.

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