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Left Alone (Azriel x OC Angst)

A/N: this is a blurb thing that I had in my head. I may add parts, perhaps even smut, but it depends on how this goes. Otherwise, I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: It's just kind of depressing.

Word Count: 187

“I’m sorry.” His words were gentle, like a caress, and yet they still stung like a slap. 

Helona brushed her cheek to make sure she hadn’t indeed been struck; however, she knew this wound was more a soul wound than anything as she brushed the wetness from her face. She was unable to utter anything as she watched the Shadowsinger walk out of her front door and her life. 

She had thought their relationship was going well; hell, she had even been building up to asking him to move in with her. However, he clearly felt different. She realized now as she listened to his distant wingbeats. Perhaps she had been too needy. Perhaps she had asked for too much, even while asking for nothing more than his attention. 

Helona couldn’t be sure. 

However, what she was sure of was that the male had left something behind. Even after severing his ties with her, a piece of him would always be here. Not that he would know, Helona realized her face crumbling as she brushed her stomach with all the love a newly single mother could manage.

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Batboys NSFW Headcanons

A/N: I've had these short headcannons for the Batboys running through my head all day, so I thought I'd drop them here.

DISCLAIMER: (MINORS DNI) Suggestive Content. Nothing too crazy though obviously NSFW.

AZRIEL: Fingering. → He would want to wreck you with his hands. He would make sure you're securely tied before using his fingers on you. His eyes blown wide as he watches you slowly cream on his fingers. Working you fast and hard, as he adds one finger, then two, then three before he’s even close to done with you.

RHYSAND: Kissing → I could see him folding you in a mating press, wanting to share breathing room with you before deeming you close enough for him to kiss. The tempo of his kisses, matching his slow deep thrusts into you. 

CASSIAN: Touching → An image of him holding you from behind comes to mind. His big arms clutching you to him, in a sweaty embrace, as he buries his face in your neck. Driving himself to the hilt deeply over and over, while his hands grope for your throat, your breast, or between your legs. Not content until he's felt every bit of you, both inside and out.

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Night Court Ladies NSFW Headcanons

A/N: I did the batboys so naturally I had to do the ladies as well. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know if you would want to see any other characters in the MaasVerse!

DISCLAIMER: (MINORS DNI) Suggestive but also not really. Nothing insane though obviously NSFW.

AMREN: Voyeurism → She would 100% want to watch you, perhaps with Varian. She would order you to ride him hard, while she sits nearby rubbing her clit in time with you. Getting closer and closer as she watches you shove yourself down on her lover’s cock repeatedly. Ordering Varian to tweak your nipples with one hand while his other grasps your neck. Her eyes only on you despite his proximity, as she guides you to completion. 

MOR: Oral → Pleasing you with her mouth would be her favorite pastime. Watching your back arch as she buries her tongue inside of you again and again. Holding your thighs open so that she can watch the way your pebbled nipples undulate while she rubs your clit simultaneously. Not stopping until you give her everything and then some. 

FEYRE: Tribadism → The High Lady loves tribbing with you, especially if you are below her. Her favorite position is your leg over her shoulder, as it gives her a perfect view of your writhing form. She will work your hips in tandem with hers but will control the tempo. Making a point of stopping if you are too close to cumming before her. Or slowing her thrusts the slightest bit if she feels like you need a reminder of who’s in charge. 

ELAIN: Kissing → Elaine is a romantic, and though she's fine with any kind of lovemaking with you, she does prefer kisses to always be involved. Whether it's slow flicks of your tongues against one another, as you grind together. Or breathy lip biting to go with your heavy petting. She would always enjoy her lips on your own. 

NESTA: Strap-On → She is absolutely a switch, and in this case using a strap on you would be her favorite. Nesta would take you from behind in deep strokes, while propped on one knee. Guiding your hips back onto her own while keeping you in a deep arch for her. She wouldn’t allow you to hide your moans either, making a point of snatching a fist full of your hair so that she could hear every bit of the pleasure she was wringing from you. 

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Batboys NSFW Headcanons

A/N: I've had these short headcannons for the Batboys running through my head all day, so I thought I'd drop them here.

DISCLAIMER: (MINORS DNI) Suggestive Content. Nothing too crazy though obviously NSFW.

AZRIEL: Fingering. → He would want to wreck you with his hands. He would make sure you're securely tied before using his fingers on you. His eyes blown wide as he watches you slowly cream on his fingers. Working you fast and hard, as he adds one finger, then two, then three before he’s even close to done with you.

RHYSAND: Kissing → I could see him folding you in a mating press, wanting to share breathing room with you before deeming you close enough for him to kiss. The tempo of his kisses, matching his slow deep thrusts into you. 

CASSIAN: Touching → An image of him holding you from behind comes to mind. His big arms clutching you to him, in a sweaty embrace, as he buries his face in your neck. Driving himself to the hilt deeply over and over, while his hands grope for your throat, your breast, or between your legs. Not content until he's felt every bit of you, both inside and out.

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Blaze Prologue

A/N: So in case anyone's wondering this fic is a re-write of my fic Autumn Princess. I didn't like how I wrote it, so I restructured it. Same characters with a slightly different plot. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.

Description: Blakely Quinlan is the younger twin of Bryce Quinlan. Though preferring to keep out of any and all great conflicts, she is left with no choice when she discovers that Bryce has fled Midgard. What will become of her though, when she gets wrapped up in the mess her sister left behind in Prythian. Especially, with how little she knows about what her sister has been up to in these last few months.

Blakely Quinlan had always tried to live her life away from any conflict. Now, that was not to say that she was a coward. But that she was cautious and preferred to weigh her odds. This meaning that when things seemed like they could go wrong, she made a point of being the first out of the door. 

This is why, when she had come up with this reckless plan, her best friend Beau had looked at her like she had lost her mind. In fact, he still was as he adjusted her armor. Which he had given Blake after realizing how serious she was. Are you sure about this? He asked for the thousandth time, and while that cautious part of her wanted to say no, she nodded.

Blake was only ever capable of this type of recklessness where her family was concerned, and with it being her older sister, she felt that she had little other choice but to be sure. Though it did not stop her friends continued fretting as he went over the plan again, almost as if trying to convince himself to the extent that she was. 

“So this synthetic magic will hit your half of the horn. Which will hopefully transport you to the plane your sister is on. However, that will not guarantee landing exactly where Bryce is, even with your bond.” Beau said, but it only seemed to make his fretting worse as he grew more frustrated. 

Which is why Blake ignored him, knowing that any more fuss would only make her think about the risks too. The female nstead holding out her hand for her weapons, which Beau passed to her, one at a time. 

The pistol her dad had given her. 

The semi-automatic her brothers friends had given her. 

The few knives she had collected throughout her travels.

And her phone. 

Blake frowned at the addition of that last one. But Beau merely shoved it at her anyway. The male commenting that if things go wrong, she would at least have some way to remember him. 

Blake resisted the urge to scowl at the Fae male, though she did pocket it. Before moving to the center of the atrium, one of the largest in the male's home, and turning to face him. She could feel her hands begin to shake and the look on Beau's face a mix of worry and something else as he watched her from his place at the top of the steps didn’t help. Blake tried her best to smile however she knew it was a pathetic waste when he did not return it. Instead, shakily raising the bottle full of vibrating synthetic magic. 

He never mentioned why his family kept something so dangerous in the royal household. However, she supposed it was likely the safest place when compared to other places in this territory. “Are you sure about this?” He asked again, and while usually Blake would have snapped at him, by this point. She knew that if she opened her mouth, it likely would not be words that came out. So she instead nodded. Beau taking that as his queue. 

However, he seemed to hesitate several times before delaying for a second longer. As if wanting to say more or perhaps trying to remember her as she was. Blake couldn’t help but do the same as she looked at him, from his dark brown skin to his onyx hair and amber eyes. She certainly had much she would have liked to do with him, hell even say. But this was too important. Which is why she was grateful when he made up his mind. 

Beau closed his eyes and with as much precision as a fae prince could have chucked the delicate bottle at her. The glass shattering upon impact with her armor and a hollowness filling her ears before she was transported away. 

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What If:

Lunathion and Prythian had a permanent portal between them. Or what if portals could be opened instantly on either side. What If the people of Prythian and Lunathion switched a few members daily to build relations and develop their separate homes. What kind of chaos would unfold?

(I want to write fluff and such around this concept. What do you think?)

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Helion x Lady Autumn

A Court Of Thorns And Roses

Artist: hancorinne_

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Day 3: Sunshine

For me this was the most perfect prompt possible in the whole wide world. Thank you @elucienweekofficial for this awesome week!

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lucien once more

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Lucien Vanserra - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @kri_stasss_

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Cassian, hugging Nesta a little harder on the days where the memories are too vivid to ignore.

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Rhys and Nyx - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @svanhaart / @svanha

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Forbidden Fruit (Nesta x OC Smut)

A/N: This is my first attempt at smut, and I hope you'll forgive me if something is off. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it!

Song: Obsessed (Zandros & Limi) -> I was just feeling a bit freaky, it seems.

Warnings: Public Sex, Slight Dom Nesta, Sub OC, Oral Sex, (PORN W/ MINIMAL PLOT)

Description: Nesta and her subordinate give in to temptation.

She hadn't meant for this to happen again. They had been ordered not to. Cora thought as she was pressed into the side of the tavern. Her breaths ragged as she sloppily kissed Nesta over her shoulder. One of her hands gripping the concrete while her other dragged over the hand Nesta had reached down the front of her trousers.

No, they had been told to stay away from one another. To avoid any conflicts of interest. However, Nesta's silver flames seemed to call out to her tonight, and Cora couldn't seem to stay away this time. The orders be damned. 

"Mmh," neither of them knew in their haze who moaned first, but it quickly became a sort of chant between them as they writhed together in the shadow of that tavern. Cora dragged Nesta's hand out of her pants long enough to turn around before she was yanking her in for another kiss. The female was just as beautiful as she remembered.

 Cora told her so, and she grinned wickedly, her eyes glowing that silver she had missed so much these last few weeks. "Did you miss me?" Nesta breathed between kisses, and Cora gasped with a shake of her head as she threw it back into the wall. The feel of Nesta's soft lips stealing the breath from her lungs.

However, Nesta was undeterred as she moved her kisses to Cora's cheek and neck before reaching her chest. The dark skin half exposed already from their initial retreat into this abandoned side of the building. Giving the taller female ample room to dip her mouth down and- "Ahh," Cora moaned, then hissed as she glanced in time to see Nesta bite her nipple before flicking her tongue over it several times, sending sweet aches straight between her legs.

Cora laced her fingers through Nesta's hair and moaned her praises louder and louder as the female worked on her other nipple. Nesta left with little other choice than to shove her fingers into the other female's mouth. The pads of them brushed Cora’s tongue almost to the back of her throat, and nearly making her gag as she groaned around them. 

She wanted to do something for Nesta too; however, the female had always been fierce in her preference. That being to dominate and watch. Nesta removed her fingers from Cora's mouth and gently used those fingers to part the remains of the other female's tunic as she knelt before her. 

The spit on Nesta's fingers trailing from Cora's chin to between her breasts, over her heart, and down her stomach. The dark-skinned female left panting more deeply than ever as Nesta seemed to glare up at her. Her eyes most certainly glowing now in the darkness. Cora watched in rapt fascination as she finished unlacing her trousers and gave a firm tug. Dragging the leather down to her ankles. Before she was once again diving into her. 

Cora thought she had died and ascended to some far-off plain with how gently Nesta's tongue seemed to brush through her folds. However, when she did it again, stroking more deeply this time, Cora knew that she hadn't gone anywhere. Especially as Nesta reached one long-fingered hand up to tweak her nipple again. The sensation sending her jolting forward, though the brunette didn't allow her to go far.

No, Nesta made a point of keeping her pinned right where she wanted her. As she devoured Cora’s cunt. Taking her time to reach deep with her tongue so that she could find that particular place before retreating to flick her clit, sucking it deeply. She did all this while never taking her eyes off Cora, and the female was at a loss for words, for even breath, as she writhed for her companion. 

This goddess who had dragged her back into the fold with only a few words and her tongue. "Touch yourself," Nesta ordered, and the female knew she had little other choice than to obey as she replaced Nesta's hand with her own, pinching and pulling at her nipples in an attempt to recreate the sensation Nesta somehow always seemed to leave her with. But it was hardly the same, she thought with a whine. 

Though she supposed it soon didn't matter as her whine became a gasp. As with a breathy chuckle, Nesta inserted two fingers into the hole she had found moments before. The digits long and agile as they moved inside of Cora, pumping and spreading her so suddenly that she made an attempt to shut her legs, the sensations too much. However, Nesta would hear none of her complaints as she swatted the woman's thighs in a firm command to part them. Before shoving Cora's pants and boot off entirely so that her shoulders sat between her legs. Cora was left with no other choice than to take what she was being given as the female resumed her pumping while staring up at her from between her legs. 

Cora was an out-of-control wreck, and Nesta knew it too. She had always preferred the other female this way since she had joined her. Nesta, her leader, and Cora, her shieldmaiden. This was no different, Cora thought as her eyes watered from her fast-approaching orgasm. The stimulation of Nesta's mouth and fingers, of her own hands, making her tip very suddenly over the edge. As she tensed and nearly squealed out loud, using her own hand to block her cries as she writhed on Nesta's shoulders. 

The female only increased her thrusting and sucking until Cora was nearly throwing herself off the other female's shoulders in overstimulation. Her retreat was useless, however, as Nesta wasn't quite finished with her yet. Using Cora's momentary collapse to drag her to the ground with her and instead hold the female to her while she frigged her clit harder. Until Nesta wrung every last drop from her subordinate. 

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General Information

Hi, I'm Lady-of-Realms! I love reading, and especially the Massverse. I want to use this blog to improve my writing. So, all (polite) criticism is acceptable. Otherwise, feel free to look around this post, which should be updated regularly.

Fandom(s) -> MaasVerse

Links -> I. Masterlist(s)

RULES ->

Requests are Open

MDNI ( I do place warnings but otherwise I refuse to be held responsible for your media consumption)

Smut will be accepted at my discretion

Criticism is acceptable, but keep it classy!

Debated topics are acceptable, but please be cordial with one another

No racism, bullying, homophobia, transphobia, fat-phobia, or generally hateful behavior. IT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!