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[sleepingelvhen]

Ah, the men with their fluffy hair and their multi step routines.

Because Jing Yuan definitely takes very good care of that fluffy mane, and I bet it's so damn soft and silky. Jing Yuan and his sleepy self, overwhelmed by work, relaxing in a shower or bath at the end of the day, happy to maintain his hair because he finds it more relaxing than taxing.

Jing Yuan, who smells like Sandalwood and Yuzu and whose skin is so soft to the touch from the lotion he wears. Self care isn't a chore for him. It's a reward after a long day of boring paperwork or training. Spa days are every day and are just as enjoyable to him as a game of star chess.

Imagine how mornings are with him. How he avoids getting up early at all costs, pressing his face into your neck, and pretending that he's still deep asleep. He might even do a soft, fake, snore if you try to shake him awake. Because he's not getting up. He never gets enough sleep, and you're so warm. He could just fall right back into the nice dream he was having.

Jing Yuan and his love for playing board games with you. He's not just amazing at star chess. He loves other strategic games. Don't expect him to go easy on you, though. How else are you gonna learn how to beat him?

Imagine how easily he could distract you while playing. He's staring at you, eyes half lidded, and a little lazy smile on his lips. He's watching you make decisions - watching you think - and he finds it so attractive. His smile will stretch into a grin when you notice him staring, feeling triumphant when you blush.

Jing Yuan and how, when he has to go work, he will kiss you gently on the forehead, fingers gentle in your hair while he promises he'll be back later. Every time he dozed off at work, he's thinking of how he'd much rather be cuddled up next to you.

Imagine how happy he would be when his lion, Mimi, ends up adoring you. The large feline brushes up against you, licks your face, and even lays down on your lap, nearly suffocating you. Aeons, he'd be so happy, knowing that his love and his cat love each other too.

Jing Yuan would love to read to you rather than complain about how boring his day was. When he's home, he's trying to forget about his duties and relax. So then comes the nightly spa, with the long baths and showers, the lotions and massages, and him reading a book out loud to you by candlelight.

You're probably the first to fall asleep, surprisingly. As consistently tired as he is, Jing Yuan finds sleep eludes him many nights. Maybe it's the stress keeping him up, or his consistent worries that he prefers not to speak of, but he's still awake when you've passed out. Your head in his lap, his hand idly scratching your head or back while he just looks at you.

How lucky he is to have someone stay his side. How wonderful that you have not disappeared.

[sleepingelvhen]

The Bat Boys 🦇

A Court of Thorns and Roses NSFW Headcanons [Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian] Minors DO NOT Interact Masterlist

RHYSAND

As the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand has been feared as long as he can remember. Lord of nightmares, Amarantha’s whore, Death Incarnate…he’s heard it all and he’s learned just as well to ignore the daggers the words stabbed into him. His inner circle are the only people he trusts, finding it easier to mask himself with the cold cruelty the world expects. But what if someone sees through that mask? When you look into his hardened gaze and see the kindness beneath – it’s enough to break even him.

SFW

His lips will press into your neck, arms wrapped around your body to keep you held against his chest. It’s impossible to step away, not when he desperately needs to touch you in some way, to keep reminding you that he loves you because he will not dare risk you forgetting. Try to pull away and you’ll find him giggling into your neck, leaving trails upon trails of soft kisses along your neck, your cheek, and into your hair until he tells you no and holds you tighter.

When I tell you this man loves physical affection, I mean you're being cuddled tightly in his sleep, your arm is always hooked into his own, you’re sitting on his lap when he has business to attend to, and every time he sees you, he leaves you with many kisses.

You’re always lavish with gifts. Jewelry placed upon your bed in the morning, chocolates and other snacks always appearing in the kitchen wrapped with ribbons for you. He likes to feed you these snacks, hold you on his lap and press one of the little chocolate truffles into your mouth. He looks so innocent, smiling as he does so. He just wants you to like his gifts, that’s all.

It’s scary to see his face turn cold when the two of you are in public, far away from Velaris. Rhys will keep his arm around your shoulder, body radiating danger to any who approach. One would see a possessive and violent male, keeping his mate so close they could never get away if they tried. But you know it's all an act. Indeed, he’d rather die than let you feel trapped or hurt. It was simply something he had to pull off, keep those within his court afraid and obedient. They respected his strength and coldness, and as such they respected you.

Sometimes it gets a bit too scary. Even you can get caught off guard at the command in his voice, especially when it turns on you. Your playfulness is not fully tolerated, especially when it pushes his cold mask. And with a stern voice telling you to stop, you can’t help but feel a little hurt. He will make it up to you as soon as he can, flying as fast as possible to Velaris, whispering so many apologies and kissing every part of your face so you can forgive him. He promises he’ll make it up to you. He promises.

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Rhysand loves seeing your face as he rolls his hips, rutting himself inside of you. You can see his face wrought in pleasure, as he stares into your eyes, moving slowly at first, letting you get used to his size. He wanted so much more but he was far from cruel. He coos softly, murmuring gentle praises about how gorgeous you look beneath him, how good you’re doing, taking him so well. But he wants to hear your voice, he wants you to moan and whimper, the sweet honey of your voice would hypnotize him.

He is the dominant one here, loving to be on top, loving to take control. He adores seeing you mewl beneath him, loves how he can grab you and move you around to his heart’s content. He will tease you through the whole way, touching you without reaching the parts you need to be pressed into, licking and kissing you but never letting you have what you want. It brings a cruel smile to his face, as you become putty in his hand.

Make him go completely weak and feral by wearing clothes that barely cover you. Teasing him with how he can nearly see everything, but not enough, the one spot he wants to see is covered with cloth, so tight against your skin. He’s drooling at the sight, and desperate to get you in bed as soon as possible.

Be careful when turning him on. He is unafraid to take you whenever and wherever. In fact, he gets off when people are watching as he’s stroking and rubbing and licking you. Your embarrassment would fuel him even more, loving the pink fluster upon your face, the way your lips tremble as you try not to let your body twitch and shake as he works you into the next orgasm.

And, of course, he will take you in the sky. Focused on flying but seeing you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist. You're irresistible, so much so that he can’t help but lose control and take you right there. Who cares who sees? Who cares who hears how loud he’s going to make you? All that matters is getting his cock sheathed in you and allowing the canted movement of his wings to carry the two of you through the air as he desperately breeds you.

He’s unafraid to please you, he wants to please you. It doesn’t matter if he gets off or not, he wants his face between your legs, sucking at every sensitive bit, his tongue reaching places that make you scream. Fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, keeping you spread as he slurps up everything he can get. It’s like a fine wine to him, and he can’t get enough.

AZRIEL

Decorated in blue siphon and cloaked in shadow; Azriel is one of the most feared Illyrians in the land. Hidden and quiet within the dark, all the information his to know and no one’s to discover. It’s an understatement to say he’s intimidating, brooding in the corner of almost any room, listening to any gossip he can hear, and gaining even more information from the whispering shadows that coil around his feet, licking at his calves. And yet, as intimidating as he is, you can see the kindness behind his eyes. The desperation for someone to understand who he really was.

SFW

His eyes are always on you, watching over you as often as possible. Protective is an understatement, but he wouldn’t provoke…no, a cold gaze was often enough to ward away anyone who approached you with ill intent. But having him brooding in the corner wouldn’t do. You’d bring out the playfulness in him, grabbing his hands and dragging him into the party. People were uncomfortable but you…he could focus on you. A shadow of a smile was all you needed to know he was okay.

Azriel would be nervous of physical affection at first, worried he’d make you feel uncomfortable, afraid to push you away by moving too fast or coming off as too needy. Even after you’ve shown you’re okay with it, the most you get in public is him standing close in your space, his hand on your shoulder when guiding you or talking to you, or his hand planted on the small of your back, thumb rubbing circles in comfort.

He likes giving you little gifts as well. Almost like a crow, he’ll come up to you with a pretty little gem or stone he found or bought, looking to the side as you accept it. Maybe he’d buy some jewelry for you but he enjoys making you things, little crafting projects that make him think of you. It would be adorable if you taught him how to make cheesy friendship bracelets, the colorful cheap braided creations something he would find joy in making for you.

Do you have a lot to do today? He will offer his help immediately. If he’s not busy, he’s helping you with chores, or even silently doing something he knew you were gonna ‘get to later’. How did he know? Well…he’s a spymaster for a reason and the shadows aren’t just for show.

He loves just spending time with you. You don’t have to do anything together, but being in the same room as you, reading or cuddling, he doesn’t mind. As long as you’re there and you’re together, he’s happy.

Speaking of his little shadows – they adore you. They don’t just act as his little spies, they also show a bit of his own emotions and where he is a little on the edge about showing affection, they are swirling around your ankles, poking your face or curling around your wrist. Like little animals, swaying side to side once they see you, singing a melody only the two of you can hear.

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When I say this man is the kinkiest fucker. He’s needy and desperate and can’t keep his hands off of you. Squeezing your sides, pulling you roughly beneath him as he straddles you. Breathing in your scent and moaning into your ear, hands groping and stroking any part of you he can find. The way he will lick your inner thigh before searching for more with his mouth, ready to make you moan and writhe beneath him, desiring more than anything to hear your sweet sounds. He’s going in with one goal: to make you forget how to think.

Here’s hoping you are into the same things he’s into. He wants to tie you up, gag you, choke you, pull your hair, leave bite marks all over you, and spank you. And that’s not even all of it. Azriel is taking you in multiple positions, moaning obscenities into your ear, praising you for being such a ‘good slut’, because you take him so fucking well. One large hand wrapped around your throat while the other digs into your hips, crescent shaped marks left in your skin.

Lingerie really fucks with his man. Wearing any lacey, silky, article of clothing makes his mind instantly fog up and there will be no escaping him as he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bed. He’ll make you keep it on while he pulls it to the side to slot himself in, growling as he fits so perfectly into you, his wings shuddering in pleasure. Grab his wings if the opportunity presents itself, rub them and scratch them, and you’ll hear the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him.

As quiet as this man is, he has the dirtiest mouth imaginable. He’s insulting you, praising you, telling you what he’s gonna do to you to make you scream, and if it isn’t the hottest thing in the world. Go ahead and struggle, he loves it when you struggle against him, fighting futilely as he drives himself in deeper, holding you down with a grin. 

He knows he’s done well when you start crying from overstimulation or pain. Azriel is licking up your tears, mocking you as he goes harder and faster, laughing darkly into your neck while sucking on the bruises he already made there. 

You know his shadows are playing too. Wrapped around your wrists and ankles, pushing into you like separate appendages. Wherever he isn’t touching, they’re making up for it, and it’s so strange but amazing how they rub against you and push between your lips. Blanketing both of you in the heat of the moment in a cascade of shadows.

Azriel calms down a bit after multiple rounds of this, holding you close and whispering in your ear praises and apologies, worried he hurt you or that you hate him. Run your fingers through his hair and hold him close. You both will need a long bath afterwards, one you will end up sharing, cleaning one another.

CASSIAN

One of the most playful of the bat boys, Cassian is all cocky grins and flirtatious phrases. It’s a mask of sorts, hiding the negativity within him as best as he can. Many are intimidated by him and his strength, being the commander of The Night Court’s armies. Where others may cower from his shining gaze, you don’t see his strength as a trait to hide from. You can see the genuine kindness in his eyes, and the pain he hides below. And as someone he feels he can trust, he is unafraid to be vulnerable.

SFW

With a wide, cocky smile, Cassian will take you everywhere with him. It doesn’t even have to be work-related, and most often has nothing to do with it. You said you want to go see the stars? He’s flying you to the best vantage point, strong arms holding you close to his chest. You wonder what the other courts look like? Guess you’re going on a vacation. And he’s by your side every step of the way.

He loves holding your hand. As mundane as it seems, he loves seeing your small hand captured in his. He’ll be comparing your hand sizes, making fun of you for how small you are compared to him, and kissing your forehead while he keeps your hand entwined with his.

Joking around is his favorite way to show how comfortable the two of you are. He makes fun of you, and you make fun of him. He avoids any topics that would make you uncomfortable, and teases you in only the ways you find funny. He likes to poke your sides, sneak up on you and pick you up, and throw food at you. 

If Cassian’s jokes do go too far, you just have to say so, and you’ll be met with apologies upon apologies. He’ll be sure to avoid whatever hurts your feelings in the future. Jokes and playfulness are meant to be all in good fun, and if you are feeling hurt then he knows he did something wrong.

Now, he may not be overly possessive, but if someone is flirting with you or making you uncomfortable, he is striding up, his arm wrapping around your shoulders while he glares daggers at whoever is even trying. The smile stays on, teeth glinting in a threatening kindness. You can complain and poke fun at him all you want, but he’s not letting anyone think they have a chance with you, not while he’s alive.

Expect long mornings laying in bed, his arm trapping you to his chest as he snores, his nose nuzzling your neck. He likes sleeping in as much as he enjoys training with his brothers. And his love of sleep only increases when you’re involved. “Five more minutes,” he's huffing into your ear, one of his hands covering your eyes. “Go back to sleep.” Any chance of leaving this situation disappears when he drapes his wings over your body like a second blanket, his arms wrapping around your stomach, and he throws his leg over your own.

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Sleepy morning sex. You’re just waking up, still hazy, and you’re finding yourself trapped in a tight cuddle. And as you struggle to get up for the day, he’s groaning and kissing your neck, slowly waking up. But he starts to press his hardened cock against your ass, his husky voice greeting you with a lust-filled, “good morning,” and you don’t know why you thought you’d be leaving the bed.

Cassian likes to move a bit slowly at first, hands caressing you, his hips rubbing against your body – teasing you in every spot you want him. Maybe he’s being lazy, or maybe he wants to hear you actually beg for it. Because, oh, when you beg for him, he’s smirking and shoving his hand into your bottoms, thick fingers rubbing you in all the right places, hooking inside of you to feel every inch.

And when you moan, he’s chuckling in that deep voice, praising you for your sounds. “Such a pretty noise,” he groans out. “Do that again.” And the more noises you make, the more impatient he gets. Soon enough, he’s pressing you into the mattress, your clothes half pulled off as he’s rolling his hips into you, moaning out in delight as your body wraps around him.

Cassian loves the little noises you make as he fucks you, and they get even more delectable when he pulls your hair. He can’t help how his hips stutter, his body shivering in delight as you gasp out, his hands tugging at the strands of your hair. He swears you tightened around him just then, and he plans to test out if that’s true.

Cassian certainly has a high sex drive, and one that can flare up at any time, often at inopportune times as well. You’re cooking in the kitchen? He’s wondering how you’d look bent over the counter. You’re talking with his brothers? His mind is going wild wondering how you’d feel if he just started touching you in front of them. And don’t think he wouldn’t do it, him and the bat boys have done some things around each other, and he’d be lying if he said the thought of being watched didn’t turn him on.

You want him to go crazy? To lose his mind? Ask him to breed you. Tell him you want to have his babies, and the next surface is where you're being pressed into for the next hour or so. Legs over his shoulders, arms wrapped around your waist, all while he’s rutting himself into you with reckless abandon. He just wants to fill you up and the thought of seeing you pregnant…well, now he needs another round.

Don’t worry about being exhausted afterwards, he’s immediately carrying you to a bath to clean you up. You need warmth for your muscles, and he needs to watch you covered in soap and tease you about what just happened. After your lovely little bath session, your back to cuddling, and falling asleep with him never once letting you go.

[sleepingelvhen]

Doing some character studies for when I write ACoTaR fanfiction~ 🌹

[sleepingelvhen]

Don't Go Insane [NSFW]

🌹 Based on part of the song "Don't Go Insane" by DPR IAN 🌹

(I'm pretty sure everyone knows the part I'm talking about <3)

MASTERLIST

Minors DO NOT interact

[Content: Implied Fem Reader, Teasing, Restraint, Hair-pulling, Light NSFW]

Seeing Al-Haitham struggle to show restraint was a gift and one you didn’t think you’d ever get to see. Especially in such a public space such as a library. One arm fixed above your head, hand curled into a fist as he pressed himself into the bookshelf, his body large and tall, hiding you from the world. It made you feel impossibly small, especially with how he was staring down at you.

In his other hand he gripped one of his books, one he had previously been preoccupied in until you decided to tease him. And maybe you had gone too far, and maybe you thought he was pissed, and maybe he was. Except the way his eyes were lowered, the way his nose flared and the way he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, it felt like something else.

No emotion was evident upon his face, the perfect picture of a stern scholar as always, but there was something. Something in the way he angled his body to keep you caged, how he had leaned closer but hesitated, his arms tensed as his eyes flickered between your face and your body and the book he seemed completely disinterested in now.

It was only natural to lean forward too, your faces so close, his mouth letting out a shuddering breath as he pulled away slightly but still never moving away. Like he was trying so hard to avoid your mouth, your lips, how they teased and enticed him. Were you even aware of what you did to him? Did you even know how hard it was not to do something he’d regret?

But you kept onward anyway, your head cocked to the side in mischievous intent. Your lips curled as you leaned even closer, teeth shimmering as he pulled back again and yet found himself leaning forward in which you mimicked his previous action. You were pushing and pulling him as if he were a puppet, making him want more, trying to get him to stop hesitating. He gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes, his body naturally stepping closer to you, pinning you against the wall. A small obscene word left his breath in a whisper, once more gazing down at your figure. How would you feel in his hands? How would you feel wrapped around–

Al-Haitham stepped back a little, pulling his arm away from you to cover his mouth, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He set his book aside, turning away from you completely, his body shivering with each breath.

But before he could leave you placed your hand on his back, stopping him. The way his body stiffened, how soft your hands felt through his clothes which were starting to feel a little too warm.

And he was turning back to you, stepping forward in confident strides, watching you dangerously as you backed away into the wall. His hands pressed by your head, his face leaning down so close to your face, lips inches away from yours. You could hear his heavy breathing, a soft noise in the back of his throat, a warning to himself to stop now. 

“What are you doing to me?” He murmured, one hand sliding down the wall to stroke your hair, his fingers gliding along your jaw before gripping your scalp. 

Your soft moan made his eyes widen. He shut his eyes tightly and shook his head, as if resisting some sort of thought. A war in his mind. A war he was losing. And he was only losing himself faster when your hands slid up his chest, fingers grazing his body to wrap around his neck.

The grip he had in your hair only tightened, and his face found its way to your throat, hot breath blanketing your skin, followed by his tongue darting out and licking upwards. Slow and languid, his tongue pressed into your throat, its wetness dragging up in a stripe, dragging another soft moan from your lips.

You could feel him shudder, his breath coming out in soft pants and gasps. He cursed under his breath, pulling his lips away from you, his hand slowly releasing your hair. 

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, grasping his arm as it pulled away, guiding it back to you. You swore his pupils dilated, maybe the last piece of the puzzle he needed to fully give in to temptation.

He didn’t need more than your confirmation. Lips met your throat, sucking at the supple skin, his fingers digging into your hair, pushing you into his mouth as he kissed and suckled and bit each sensitive spot of your neck, pulling away from each moment with a soft moan of his own before diving back in.

His leg pushed forward, knee parting your legs to rub against your clothed cunt. You could feel him grin against your neck when your moan heightened in a squeal. With a click of his tongue, he shook his head, glaring at you.

“You should learn restraint, you will need to be quiet.” Then his lips captured your own, his arms lifting your thighs to press his waist into you. Desperation in every move, and all caution thrown to the wind.

[sleepingelvhen]

Imagine Sunday basking in the attention you give him. He may not be so showy, but if you are, he will accept each touch with a little cat-like smile, his eyes lidded as he watches you. Almost like he's waiting for you to do something you're not supposed to. Like...say...touching his wings, for example.

And, of course, you'd touch those little wings. So small and fluffy like his hair, tucked snug behind his ears, occasionally fluttering from the way the breeze feels against them. And just as you would brush one thumb against them, your wrist would be in his hand, and he'd be looking down at you as if he were about to scold you.

You swore you'd never seen such darkness in his gaze. He'd probably chide you for even trying, kissing your wrist as his face relaxed. But those shadows were still there.

Just rile him up a little and see how that goes. Stroke his wings and watch as he presses you against a wall and growls in your ear. Watch that calm mask he wears fall right off, and how quickly your body becomes his playground.

Imagine how slow he'd be with you. Gentle kisses down the column of your throat, fingers gentle and yet demanding as they hold you still or move you around to his desire. He'd take his time, and no amount of whining or begging will change that. You tried to take control, tried to rile him up, and he was here to show you how wrong you were.

Sunday was always in control.

Now, if you want to really rile him up, really get under his skin, then getting him jealous would be the best way to do that. Even mentioning being alone with another or being flirted with will get him a little irritated. But insinuating more?

You'll be on your hands and knees, bruises decorating every inch of skin. He'd remind you who you belong to, and damn it will everyone else in Penacony know by the end of the night.

You were his and no one else's.

Don't expect him to let you out of his sight for a while. Now you're using his shampoo and conditioner, now you're required to wear his gifts everywhere. And now, any man who approaches you suddenly finds themselves unable to dream for a while. How strange.

This won't last forever. You'll have to face his punishment for manipulating him like that, and he will make you promise to never do it again lest the punishments get worse over time.

Imagine how Sunday is in bed aside from all that. He's normally gentle aside from the possessiveness in his touches and tone of voice. Though normally quiet, his moans are soft sighs, and sometimes, if you get to take control, you can get him to whimper.

Pull his hair, kiss his throat, tease him, and whisper words of pure affection and praise, and he's putty in your hand. Sunday lives for praise, and he gives it back ten-fold.

He loves seeing you on top, his hands on your hips, guiding you and watching you with a lazy smile on his face. The perfect position to touch every part of your body and watch your face as you get closer and closer.

If you want him to be rougher, all you have to do is ask. Or grab his wings as if they're handlebars. That's how you get him to growl, to moan obscenities into your ear, and fuck you desperately. Quick thrusts, rough as he pushes you into the bed, telling you how you belong to him. Reminding you of your position.

Sunday is the master of aftercare. No matter how stressed or tired he is, you will be cared for and cleaned. He will draw a bath, clean you, and brush your hair. Honestly, it becomes a bit of a spa day.

He becomes super affectionate and lovey-dovey afterward. Holding you close, breathing in your scent, whispering his love for you, all while caressing your body with gentle massages.

It's easy to fall asleep in his arms, then, and he will kiss you as you do.

[sleepingelvhen]

Your Sunday hc’s are so criminally underrated. I love them so much, they are canon to me

Aww thank you, Im so happy you liked them! 🌹

I love making headcanons for characters. It helps me understand them a little better, which also helps me write stories for them! <3

[sleepingelvhen]

Imagine Sunday having a 10-step hair care routine because you don't get fluffy hair like that without putting the effort in. It's probably super soft to touch, maybe a bit feathery layered beneath because of his wings.

A soft scent of lavender accompanies him, the smell attached to his shampoo, conditioner, and lotion. It's relaxing not only to him but also to those he meets.

Sunday and his super soft skin.

Always neatly groomed, nearly obsessive with how he presents himself. No hair out of place, his suit impeccably neat and ironed.

He would probably expect such presentations from his partner as well. He represents The Family, the head representative, his partner's appearance, and actions reflect onto him.

Sunday would help you keep good appearances. He would brush your hair for you, fix up your clothes to keep them wrinkle free and perfect, all while sneaking in softly spoken praises.

And when you're out with him, he wants you to stay close. The Dreamscape isn't dangerous, but he wants you to stay by him....just in case. He guides you around with his hand against your back. Protective and the only amount of affection he'd show in public.

But imagine how he is in private. Making up for the kisses he wasn't able to give you during the day, still keeping you close, but this time holding you against him in a possessive hug. Sunday tries so hard not to be too over the top in affection, he likes having the facade of calm. But he also wants you to know how much he feels for you, how it drives him mad.

You'd share a room with him. He'd keep you in his sights always, hiding the fact that the thought of losing you drives him crazy with anxiety. He'd cuddle you till you were asleep, arms wrapped tightly around you, lips against your neck as he listens to your breath, reminding himself that you're alive and you're safe and you're his.

Little gifts will often find their way in your possession. Especially lovely necklaces or even collars that he has handmade. Sunday insists that you wear them, playing the disappointed lover if you don't, tugging at your feelings until you relent and finally wear them. How beautiful you look wearing them, how lovely knowing your neck is adorned with gifts from him and no one else.

More of these coming soon in NSFW form because I love Sunday so much.

[sleepingelvhen]

I'm thinking of making fanfictions for other fandoms~

I've got a lot of ideas regarding ACoTaR~ 🌹

[sleepingelvhen]

Do people still like songfics?

[sleepingelvhen]

In The Bathtub

Veritas Ratio/Reader NSFW Imagine Minors DO NOT interact MASTERLIST [Content: Cockwarming, Teasing, Edging]

Water splashed over the lip of the bathtub, porcelain dripping as loud whimpers echoed off of the walls. Veritas chuckled at the little noise, laid back in the warm water of his tub, one hand rubbing gentle yet possessive circles into your hips while you were perched upon his lap.

He seemed disinterested, idly reading a book on philosophy, cock stuffed deep into your pussy. You didn’t know how he kept his face so calm, eyes focused upon the passages in the novel. The only thing that hinted at what he was doing was the hand tucked under the water, holding upon your hips, and the occasional twitch and flicker of his eyes.

He filled you so nicely, the natural curve of his cock hitting deep, pushing against your cervix. But he refused to move, kept you still upon his lap. The only friction you got was from the occasional sneaky movements you took, shuffling in his lap. You could see his mouth quirk in disappointment as your little movements made the water splash over the lip of the tub.

“Stay still…” He murmured, leaning forward to press his face into your neck, breathing hot against your skin. Never once did he move his focus from the book, eyes scanning the detailed paragraphs. “Do not be so unruly.”

Your skin prickled from the breathing, his tongue darting out to lick after the chill he set upon you. When your breathing hitched, you swore his hand tightened into your thigh, the hand holding his book above the water faltering a moment. They were the subtle signs of the effect you had on him. But the twitch of his cock inside you made you want to move even more. If only he would just put that book down.

You wiggled your hips, pushing back into him. It was only a small amount of friction but it pulled a long whimper from your throat. You could hear Veritas scoff loudly, shutting his book and setting it to the side. Now free, his hand slid along the side of your neck, fingers scathing over your throat. 

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you,” the way he spoke was enough to make you want to just keep going. Keep teasing him until he breaks. How would he sound if he let himself really moan? How would he truly fuck you when he wasn’t holding back? You were desperate to find out. His hand tightened around your throat then, pulling you back against his chest, wet muscles pressed into you. 

“Interrupting my bathtime is incredibly irritating,” he purred, pushing up his hips into you slowly, moaning softly. When you leaned back into him, he only chuckled, letting his hands stroke lightly against your skin, fingers occasionally dipping into your body, pressing bruises into every soft spot he could find. “I’m going to have to put you in your place.”

Before this, you never would have thought Doctor Ratio would be like this. Always giving off the serious, no-nonsense, aura of the strict professor he was. But the way he touched you, as if you were so fragile you would shatter. He looked at you like you were a marvel. And when he filled you up, the way he felt was so perfect, like you were made for him.

With a quick, rough, thrust, he pulled you from your thoughts. His loud moan made your eyes widen, a chuckle leaving his throat like he was covering up such a pathetic noise. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he breathed hard, each one heavy and bordering on a whimper. So close to breaking his calm facade.

“What are you doing to me?” Another roll of his hips into you, another quiet chuckle from the loud moan that he pulled from you, and another suppressed whimper from his own voice filled your body with pure warmth.

“Veritas,” your voice shook, anticipation building with each touch from his fingers. Each time his eyes drank in your body mounted upon him. Every time your stuffed pussy fluttered around him. “Please.”

Another click of his tongue was a promise that he wouldn’t do anything for you. You interrupted his reading, impatience only causing further punishment. His thumb prodded at your lips, pressing into your mouth.

“Shh, we are going to be here for a while, you will have to learn to be quiet and listen.”

Once more he leaned back against the tub, removing his thumb from your mouth and picked his book back up. Surrounded by the warm water, the steam filling the room matching the warmth within your trembling body only made it harder and harder to hold yourself back. He cooed at you, a sweet noise with a condescending undertone while he lifted the book in front of the two of you.

No longer was he touching your body, both hands above the water, his body stagnant as he began reading his book out loud to you. Intelligent words, a book of knowledge in a field you didn’t study and could barely understand. Not while he kept you stuffed full and refused to satisfy you until he, himself, was satisfied with the punishment.

[sleepingelvhen]

Smutty Drabbles [1]

Doctor Veritas Ratio/Al-Haitham/Wriothesley

Just a few quickly written NSFW drabbles to keep you all satisfied while I work on my next multi-chapter stories.

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🌹 I hope these are satisfactory. 🌹

As always, Minors please DO NOT interact or follow

VERITAS RATIO

Doctor Ratio wasn’t someone to fuck with. Especially in an academic setting. He was shrewd, detail-oriented, and unafraid to tell someone they were an idiot if he thought so. No one was safe from his scrutinization, words one didn’t know existed were tossed at people, confusing them as he insulted their idiocy. 

Yet, it wasn’t truly his intention to ‘insult’ people. Veritas’ idea of an idiot was simply someone who didn’t try to access the knowledge that should be available for every person in the universe. It wasn’t difficult for him to gain knowledge, why shouldn’t everyone have the chance? But idiots don’t understand that because they are willfully ignorant. And that pisses Veritas off more than anything in the world. He could handle stupid questions, he could deal with ignorance as that could easily be cured or redirected. But idiocy…willful idiocy…it was a sickness that couldn’t be cured simply because a true idiot didn’t care to become more than they could be.

Everyone was capable of more, he hated when people squandered the many chances to become more. 

But a man like that wasn’t free from carnal desires. Often he found it easy to ignore such baser needs, his nose buried in a book, in his personal studies, and in simply enjoying his warm baths. It irritated him when he met you, your intellect and willingness to overcome your hurdles made him desire so much. He wondered why you made him feel this way. Veritas surrounded himself with intelligent people, only allowed smart people to be his friends and he had plenty of the opposite sex. But it was you that drew these feelings out. Preposterous. 

He hated that, and yet he found himself in his bath, book sitting to the side, his hand wrapped around his weeping cock. He was loud when he felt such pleasure, body twitching as he rubbed, rolling his wrist to pull out that feeling.

What did your voice do to him? Such a lilting noise, one that overwhelmed his head, so perfect he heard it even now in his lonesome. He moaned out. A pathetic noise, he thought to himself, to allow himself this weakness. But it felt so good, and the image in his mind was irresistible. Your body, legs wrapped firmly around his waist, him driving his cock up into you over and over again. He imagined how you might sound, guttural moans being ripped from your throat. Oh, how he would fuck you senseless. Veritas threw his head back, gasping for air as his cum joined the now cold bath water, breathless as the warmth of his release spread through his body, accompanied by the shame of his actions.

His wiped his face, gritting his teeth as he uttered a curse at himself. But he would see you tomorrow, so perfect in your outfit, carrying books and notepads, watching you head to your next class. More fuel to the fire that he found utterly impossible to quell inside of him. What would you think of him if you saw him now?

AL-HAITHAM

Not many people really noticed Al-Haitham. Not until he was promoted to Acting Grand Sage and then his life as a quiet, ‘feeble’, scholar was utterly disrupted. People flooded his new office, the advice box filling up nearly every single day, and the amount of people throwing themselves at him. Al-Haitham rubbed his temples, if it wasn’t people wanting him to sign off on thesis papers, there were people trying to get on his good side in the most fake, sickening way. He’s had random men and women vying for his attention with flirtations he simply ignored, he’s had people beg him on their knees for favors with the promises of the most disgusting things imaginable. 

He couldn’t stand it. People bothering him was the reason he had his headphones, the white noise usually enough to keep him from hearing any background noise. But with everyone in his face, the headphones lost their purpose and with his position, it was practically impossible to avoid talking to people. 

Al-Haitham’s home was his reprieve, unable to find himself sane enough to deal with Kaveh’s yammering or even wanting to go out with Cyno and Tighnari. People got on his nerves.

And yet when you came to him for advice, you seemed to be the only person that didn’t throw yourself at him. Simple advice, kind smiles, intelligent approaches and ideas. Al-Haitham found it refreshing. Which turned to him accepting to go to coffee with you, his mind relaxing the more you visited, the exhaustion of handling his duties disappearing when you were a part of the equation.

He had no idea what this meant until the day you came over to his place for his help studying. Which ended with him pressing you into the table, your ‘study session’ turning into him fucking you stupid. He hadn’t dealt with these desires much before. Obviously, as a human, he had the urges before but promptly ignored them, no true interest in the feeling. His time was better spent on books and studying. 

But as soon as he had heard your teasing tone, when he saw you relaxed in his home, somehow he found himself burning in a way he couldn’t ignore. 

You were addicting, and the feeling of his cock stuffed into you was enough to make him go mad. Like he had learned forbidden knowledge, he lost all control over himself. Your touch, your body squirming under him, your loud moans beneath his gasps and groans. It drove him utterly mad. After that day, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to keep his hands off of you.

WRIOTHESLEY

What an intimidating presence Wriothesley held, his confidence intimidating, his strength infamous in the brawling ring in the Fortress of Meropide. Most people were smart enough not to piss him off. But on occasion he had to show people who was the boss, the duke that kept things in order. 

Seeing him in action, seeing him truly pissed off, was terrifying and most people who got to see such rage never thought about going against him or getting on his nerves ever again. 

Wriothesley’s life was stressful to say the least. Dealing with criminals day in and day out, barely ever getting to see the sun, surrounded by pressures upon pressures of water and crime, it was horribly exhausting. There was barely any way to unwind for him aside from punching people in a brawl or two. Sometimes a chat with Sigewinne helped him out, and of course his many, many tea breaks. But other than that, he had to hide his stress under cocky smiles and easy jokes.

Your smile and laughter had shocked him a little when you first met him. One of Neuvillette’s workers, sent down to the fortress to help assist him as things got more out of hand, and you were so patient and understanding. He couldn’t help the feelings in him that surged even more out of hand than the criminals.

You walked with confidence, unafraid of the denizens of the fortress, and completely unafraid of him. Even after you witnessed one of the rare moments when he lost control of his temper. Instead, you comforted him and talked him through it.

Unsurprising to everyone, it didn’t take long for him to claim you as his. Pounding into you from behind, all feral growls and teeth, praise spilling from his lips. 

‘You take me so well’

‘Such a good fucking girl’

Messes became common in his office, cock driving in and out, breeding you. Hands gripping your ass, your thighs. Loud echoes as he slapped and bit and fucked you completely senseless. But full of affection as he moaned praise and love into your ears. He was addicted, so addicted that he’d take you multiple times a day. Tea time became more common between the two of you, and walking became more difficult as the days passed. 

One of the only people that knew about his past and didn’t judge him for his crimes. A person that treated him with real respect, respect that wasn’t conditional. He wouldn’t let you go, not with a pussy like yours wrapped around him day in and day out.

[sleepingelvhen]

✨ Rules of the Garden ✨

~ Within the garden, there are rules that must be followed ~

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Here you will find the information about the fanfictions you will see, the content you will find, and what won't be created here.

RULES 🌹

There are a few things we must go over before delving into the lovely details of what I will and won't create here.

First off, as always, minors are not allowed here and are encouraged to not interact in any way here. The garden is full of nsfw content and will include darker themes eventually. Any minor account that interacts or follows will be blocked.

I expect kindness between all who interact with one another here. Bullying is completely intolerable, we are all just people who enjoy stories with the characters we love, there will never be a reason to attack anyone.

I encourage all to please avoid making anyone uncomfortable here. The garden is a safe space for us to enjoy these fantasies. Any questions or concerns are always welcome.

Types of Fanfiction I will write here Male/Female Male/Non-Binary Male/Male (Platonic) Reader Inserts --> Multi-chapter, Short Stories, and Drabbles Smut/Dark/Angst/Soft/Romance

NSFW Rules 🌹

Kinks I will write for --> Dom/sub, BDSM, vanilla, breeding, blood play, somnophilia, rough sex, teasing, praise/degredation, possessiveness, dubious content, impact play, worship, corruption, lingerie, voyeurism, threesome, omegaverse Kinks I will NOT write for --> Anal, age-play, urophilia, incest, loli-con, proship, full beastiality

Fandoms 🌹

The stories you will find here are many and there are always new fandoms popping up.

These are the only fandoms that I currently write for.

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Characters 🌹

These are the characters I am currently looking at writing for as well as characters I would be willing to write for in the future.

Most of these characters will be ones that I personally love to write for. If there's a character you don't see here, don't be afraid to ask and I may decide to write for them.

Kaeya

Al-Haitham

Kaveh

Wriothesley

Zhongli

Neuvillette

Diluc

Cyno

Tighnari

Dainsleif

Dottore

Scaramouche

Albedo

Jing Yuan

Blade

Dan Heng/Dan Feng

Veritas Ratio

Luocha

Sunday

Aventurine

Gepard

Rhysand

Azriel

Cassian

Lucien

Tamlin

Please do not be afraid to send messages or questions if anything confuses you.

My requests aren't open at the moment, but I always love to hear ideas anyone has.

✨ Please, enjoy your stay. ✨

[sleepingelvhen]

Chains and Leashes

Vidyadhara!Dan Heng/Reader NSFW Drabble

Minors DO NOT interact

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Just one tug on the chain leash was enough to have you crawling towards your lover. Dan Heng had a lazy smile on his face, eyes soft and shadowed with lust.

All you wore was the tight collar he had bought for you, blue and gold scales printed onto the skillfully crafted leather. Soft against your skin and it was all he wanted you to wear tonight.

You crawled towards him, eyes up to look at him, only slightly embarrassed from being completely naked before him. It was easy to ignore the feeling in favor of feeling your heart surge from the praise Dan Heng held in his eyes.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, spreading his thighs to allow you to sit between them. “Are you comfortable?” His fingers hooked beneath the collar.

 “It’s not too tight, is it?” Concern laced his words, every part of him desiring to focus on you and how you were feeling. Even if this was about exploring his own hidden desires.

You shook your head, smiling up at him, excitement making you wiggle your body in place. You had been shocked when Dan Heng had admitted to you that he wanted to see you in a collar. Even more so when he said that he was a pretty possessive person deep down, desires and urges that he kept hidden due to the dangerous nature of them. But it had also been an exciting discovery that you were ready to help him explore. 

Dan Heng gave a small tug at the leash, guiding you up and onto his lap, curling the chain leash around his other fist. He was blushing wildly, hesitant as he guided you. He held his breath, worried he would hurt you but enchanted by your body and how that collar looked on you. It was like he completely owned you, it was a symbol that you belonged to him and only him. His nostrils flared at that thought, eyes darkening even further.

You swore you saw his suppressed Vidyadhara powers emerging, pupils thinned into slits, glowing blue as they roved over your entire body. But he was still holding back. His hands tightened around the chain, his jaw clenched, breath shuddering with each exhale. 

Determination drove you to climb into his lap, straddling him, your bare body pressed against his body and his bulge. His sharp eyes followed your every movement, deep, heavy breaths causing him to tug tighter on your leash, causing you to cough out a little bit.

Maybe if he was in his right mind, he would’ve been more worried, but seeing you like this, completely at his mercy, Dan Heng simply found himself finding it harder to hold back. His hardness made it hard to focus on his body’s reaction. Antlers shimmered on the crown of his head, teal colors shimmering beneath his now longer hair. You could feel a long appendage wrap around your waist, a glowing scaled tail holding you against him.

“I–” He blushed and looked away for a moment, embarrassed by the changes he was unable to control. “I’m sorry, this is…”

You bit your lip, arching your back to press your chest against him.

“It’s okay…I like it,” your mouth curved up, your heart warm when you saw his eyes soften to look upon you. It seemed to relax him to know you enjoyed his own excitement. 

“You do?”

You nodded, and lifted your chin, allowing him a better glance at the collar that looked perfect around your throat. The decorations upon it are of a Vidyadharan theme, colors related to his own colors. It made it even more perfect, made him even more possessive of it and you.

“There’s no need to hold back. We have a safe word, I will be fine,” you said, eyes kind while you stroked his face. Dan Heng pressed his cheek into your touch, comforted by your love.

He straightened up, tugging on the chain to pull you against his chest, breathing shallow as he stared at your naked form. A shadow passed over his teal eyes, sharp and possessive.

“Then I will show you what I want,” he said sternly, one of his hands going to the back of your head, fingers digging into your hair. “I cannot wait to see your face contorted in all the pleasure only I can give you.”

He tugged you into a rough kiss, his tongue gentle but commanding as he took control of you. It was addicting, he was addicting. Allowing yourself to let go and be controlled by your Vidyadharan lover felt freeing. And you could tell he liked it too, his own body willing to take control of everything you did, his fingers quick to keep upon your collar.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths, he looked down on you, even more domineering than you thought he was capable of.

“Get on your knees, my pet.”

[sleepingelvhen]

Sleeping Spider Lily [🌹Pt. 4🌹]

Blade/Reader NSFW

Minors DO NOT interact

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- [🌹Part 4🌹]

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Finally, you have a moment with Blade that's just for the two of you. Intimate. Beautiful. It's exactly what you need.

When his lips finally met yours, it took you a moment to really realize how soft they still were. Still smooth and plush to the touch, a kiss as gentle as you remembered. There were hints of impatience, a reminder of all the pent up rage and aggression he held inside of him now, but he was still able to be kind in all the ways you knew him to be.

While his hand wrapped around your throat, his fingers didn’t tighten, only there to keep you aware of what you were doing and who you were doing it with. 

Blade’s tongue darted out to lick open your lips, pressing into your mouth to prod at your own tongue. Almost as hypnotic as when you spoke to Kafka, his touches and kisses caused your mind to swirl into a daze. His hands slid down from your neck, grazing over your chest and stomach, gripping your plush thighs tightly and pulling you against him with a tug.

“Ah!” He moaned into your mouth, a sharp gasp from the feeling of your body against his own. You could feel the large bulge in his pants, pressing against the constraints, aching to press into your own body. It was so obvious how needy he was, no matter how he tried to conceal it under his dark and heated gaze. Obvious in the way he kept pressing himself as if he could get closer than he already was, in the way he couldn’t pull his gaze away from you. 

Lips trailing down your throat cast a fog over you, your mouth parted, panting from each touch against your highly sensitive skin. You could see him grin against your collarbone, using his skilled hands now calloused from years of brandishing his sword to push your shirt up until he was fondling your chest, soft mounds against rough hands. Hands made for blacksmithing, a craft he’d never pick up again from the trauma, now hands perfect for holding you, loving you, and pleasing you.

“These feel the same as ever,” he murmured against you, his voice muffled from being pressed against your throat. You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, your voice high pitched and squeaky as he rolled and pitched your nipples. A dark laugh emitted from him as he watched you struggle to stop making such noises. 

“So noisy. I wonder how much louder I can make you.”

His caresses only continued from there, becoming more and more desperate. Fingers digging into soft flesh, lips kissing against every inch of bare skin, his hips rubbing between your legs, eliciting moans from both of you lost in your embrace.

“I remember,” he growled, fingers now working against your pants, hot breath against your lips, red eyes boring into your own. “I used to make you scream my name.”

You lifted your legs, helping him undress you. He stayed kneeling before you, his eyes never once moving while he held one of your legs in his hands. It looked like he was ready to worship you, the only person he’d ever get on his knees for.

“I can’t wait to hear it again, after all these years.”

His eyes flickered down between your legs. Licking his lips, his fingers dug into the meat of your thighs, spreading you wide as he pressed his lips to your core. Just an experimental kiss but enough to send a cold shiver up your spine. The noises you made after that weren’t up to you. Using his tongue and his fingers, he worked your body, collecting the slick that had gathered within you and devouring every bit of your pleasure. You could feel the deep growl from his throat vibrate against you, his fingers pressing into you while his tongue focused on your clit. 

“B-blade–ah!” It was nearly impossible to stop your moans, fingers now digging into his long dark hair, even softer than it felt the last time you had felt it. 

Nothing could stop him from pleasuring you, no matter how much your body shook beneath his touch, or how your legs threatened to suffocate him as they tensed and closed around his neck. Blade moaned against you, working his fingers faster and faster, curling them against the spot that made you throw your head back.

“Oooh, what a good girl~”

That sent you over the edge, your noises racking your entire body, legs quivering and tightening around his head. But he seemed pleased as he watched your orgasm crash over you, using his fingers and tongue to help you through it. As your body relaxed, he crawled over your body, sucking his fingers clean.

“I wonder, have you been with another since me?”

You shook your head, mind completely gone and consumed with an unending lust. It dawned on you just how sexually frustrated you had been in so many years. Not once had you even considered sleeping with another person, focused so intently on simply getting better and healing. Other than that, you couldn’t imagine anyone ever able to please you in the way he had been able to.

Blade considered you for a moment, his fingers now working to undo his belt, pulling down his own pants with an ease that caused your mouth to water. His cock was as you remembered it; long and girthy, soft veins decorating the base. Aeons, how you wanted to feel it inside of you again.

“See something you like?” The corner of his lip curled up into a smirk, his hand gripping his shaft, guiding it to your entrance, pressing it just enough to slide along your wetness but not enough to really push into you. “Maybe something you want?”

Your breath hitched. His cock was so close to finally being in you, so close to him becoming part of you. Words weren’t enough to truly express the way your heart beat, the feeling in your gut that squirmed and heated up every moment you didn’t have him fully inside of you. He clicked his tongue, sliding his cock slower and slower against you, groaning softly but not allowing himself to lose control.

“Speak.” One of his hands clawed into the table next to your head, his hot breath against your face. “Do you want this?”

Another push against your entrance made you squeak loudly, tears pricking your eyes. You wanted this more than ever, more than anything you’d ever wanted. 

“Y-yes,” you whimpered, earning you another click of Blade’s tongue, his hand now wrapping around your throat, thumb pressing into it.

“Louder.” His voice was stern, commanding, and it turned your body even weaker than it already was. 

“Yes! I want you!” You shut your eyes with a gasp, biting your lip when you felt him start to press his cock into you. 

Slowly, it pushed in, your nerves on fire with each inch that entered with every delicate roll of his hips. 

“Mmm, fuck, such a good girl,” you were suddenly forced to face him, his fingers digging into your jaw, thumb pressing between your lips, forcing you to take it in your mouth. 

“That’s it, take it!”

One sharp thrust pushed the rest of his cock into you, a loud gasp leaving his throat as your body enveloped him. His moan was deep and throaty, purely feral as he gripped your throat even tighter, his other hand lifting your thigh up to his waist.

“I’m gonna make every cloud knight in the area hear you.”

With that he was rutting into you like a desperate animal. No inhibitions in holding his voice back as he moaned out and growled into your mouth. Messy kisses occasionally drowned out the noises, allowing for the sound of skin against skin to echo. Just like he said, if a cloud knight had been anywhere near here, there’d be no way to miss what was happening.

“Fuck…closer,” he moaned out, lifting both of your legs now, pressing your knees up to your chest as he rutted faster and faster. You could feel his cock hitting deeper into you than you believed possible, kissing your cervix.

“Oh such a good girl,” he curled his lips, covering your body with his own, fingers gripping the table, his hips quick and hard against you. “So tight…so wet…even better than I remember.”

Lips pressed against your neck, his tongue leaving a long wet streak as he began to nibble at your skin. Your body was on fire, each thrust a shock of pure pleasure, his touch and tongue only making you more sensitive with each second. 

He seemed pleased as your voice grew higher in pitch, whimpers of neediness consuming your every vocal cord. 

“Blade! Blade!” His name was the only thing you could think of even saying at the moment, like he had completely branded his name onto your brain. Nothing else mattered but the pleasure he fucked into you, the electricity of being at his mercy. It was everything you loved.

“Oh fuck, your gonna be mine again, right?” His hands returned to your thighs, nails digging into your skin, bruising your sensitive body. His thrusts slowed down when you didn’t answer fast enough, a cruel grin on his face.

“Come on, I didn’t fuck you dumb yet, did I?” He chuckled again, one eyebrow raised as he accentuated his point with sharp, hard thrusts. It felt like he was bruising your insides, your body tightening and squeezing his cock with each movement. 

“N-no,” you managed to mutter out, gasping as he hit you with another sharp roll of his hips. 

“Then are you mine?” He stopped fucking you completely, eyes burning into you as he stared down at your body. Naked and vulnerable, at the mercy of Blade. He was a dangerous man, a wanted criminal. And he was everything you wanted.

“I’m yours.”

A cruel smile curled onto his face and he was fucking into you again, harder than before, so fast your mind couldn’t keep up. Drool dripped down your chin, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

For a moment, you wondered why he didn’t change your position. Back then you’d end up on your stomach somehow, his favorite position taking you from behind like animals. But he kept staring at you, panting and moaning in that dark voice of his. All he wanted was to keep looking at you, like you were an illusion, like you would disappear if he looked away.

“Yes. Yes you’re mine. All mine,” he lowered his mouth to your throat, his teeth digging into your soft skin, drawing blood. He sucked at your wound, his hand moving to your clit, rubbing in languid circles that didn’t match his violent thrusting.

You felt your gut churn, the heat in your body tightening, wanting to burst with each hit of his cock inside of you. You threw your arms around him, pulling his body flush against him, your own nails digging into his back. 

Blade chuckled, at least it sounded like he was trying to. It was a puff of air, rhythmic like a laugh, combined with needy groans, while also being muffled by your throat and the blood that flowed into his mouth.

With the addition of his fingers pleasing you, you could feel your body shivering and quaking like before. Pressure building up, your body tightening and strangling his cock inside. You heard him curse into your throat, hips stuttering against your hips, a loud moan against you. 

Fingers dug even harder into your thighs, spurts of violent growls and moans into your skin leaving his throat. It mingled with your own loud whimpers, both of your bodies rutting against one another as you came violently. You could feel his warm spurting into you, dripping slowly out of you, down your legs, a mess beneath your bodies onto the table.

“Ha—ha, mine…mine…”

His moans relaxed over time, gasping from the overexertion. It was becoming harder for him to keep himself up, his body lowering to lay onto you, keeping himself nestled deep into you while his body twitched into you. The overstimulation from the quick mini thrusts, causing you to squirm beneath him with little whimpers.

“Blade…” his name was a gasp from you, your eyes slowly opening, coming back to reality. His eyes had softened, his hand grazing softly against your cheek. A soft look he had always given you in the past, one full of love and affection. Even when he had changed so much, his feelings for you had simply been hidden beneath his pride and pain. Feelings that showed now as he had allowed himself to be vulnerable in this very moment.

“I don’t know where this leads,” he murmurs, his deep voice hypnotizing in a way that felt so natural and lovely. “But you are the only memory I have that doesn’t bring me pain.”

You smiled lovingly at him, allowing your own affection to show. Your hands held his own face, guiding him down to you to press your forehead against his own. Despite the unknown of the future, despite everything that made your relationship difficult to rekindle, you had right here and right now. And with everything you’ve dealt with, having a right here, right now moment was perfect.

[sleepingelvhen]

Sleeping Spider Lily Pt. 3

Blade/Reader NSFW Minors DO NOT interact Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- [🌹Part 4🌹] MASTERLIST After a long day of sleep and an intimate dream, you decide to meet Blade where he's been hiding.

Jing Yuan understood when you told him you needed sleep. Any work you had to do was put off to allow you a full day of sleep after the stress from the day before. He had smiled sadly, eyes filled with what you had assumed was remorse, as he told you to relax. He had apologized then, expressing regret for keeping Blade a secret all these years. And you had forgiven him. 

When you had thought about it, it made sense. To hear that the love of your life was cursed, to hear that he had left with scant a word and then suffered years of pain and multitudes of deaths at the hands of a friend. Mara struck and alone. Jing Yuan had good intentions, in his eyes it would hurt less to hear him dead. He had given you a reason to mourn and to heal. 

After he had left you to rest, you had promptly crashed into your bed and fallen asleep, overcome by the exhaustion of the hours without sleep and the emotions running wild inside. Your dreams had not given you a moment of respite, either. 

Chaotic and full of confusing emotions, you faced an endless darkness. Somehow, a low sound echoed from within, almost like a wolf growling towards you as the shadows inched closer. And yet, the closer it approached, the less fear you felt. You stepped closer, your feet meeting the edge of the darkness and in a blink, the dark was gone and you stood in front of Yingxing.

He smiled at you, his white hair loose, curling around his face, fluttering in a soft breeze behind him. He spoke, words soundless in the empty voice, surrounded by white lilies that slowly began turning red. White hair turned to black, eyes matching the flowers surrounding you both. A once kind smile turned cocky, eyes dark as he regarded your form. 

But still, you smiled at him all the same. You took his hand, watched his face morph into shock before he was leaning ever closer, his own fingers gripping your waist and pulling you close. 

You felt his breath on your ear, tongue on your throat. A dark chuckle echoing in your mind, overcoming your senses. And through all this you felt warm and safe and…he kissed your neck, fingers gliding along your sides gentle yet desperate.

“Are you still mine?”

You shot up in your bed, sweat beading down your neck. You were cold but also warm and you could still feel Blade’s hands upon your body. It had been a dream, yet the most vivid one you’d ever felt. His hands had been on you, his lips, his tongue. Your hand reached to where his lips had been, your breathing evening out as you came back to reality.

With a deep breath, you turned to look out your window. How long had you been asleep? Long enough for it to already be dark outside it seemed. Your eyes automatically sought the little note you’d set on your nightstand. It taunted you. No, it tempted you.

Blade had given you a place and a time. He was inviting you to meet him, to talk to him. Trusting you not to use this information to catch him again. Or maybe he simply knew it wouldn’t matter if you decided to betray such trust. 

Just imagining him made your body react warmly. Your breath quickened, warmth spreading throughout every part of you, especially between your legs as you kept thinking about the way his hands and breath had felt in the dream. 

Everything about him made your mind completely foggy. It made you make reckless decisions like dressing in shady clothing and sneaking back out, dodging the cloud knight rotations and seeking out the small hidden alcove that seemed basically right around the corner.

As you rounded a corner, you heard soft voices echoing. One of them feminine and sarcastic, though you supposed it could be best described as slightly uncaring. Blade’s voice followed her’s, his dark uninterested tone automatically causing you to take a sharp breath as your heart flipped. 

“You’re taking a big risk here, Bladie. Elio would be upset if he heard you diverted from the script.”

“Did I ask for your opinion, Kafka?’

“Hm…I suppose not. Just make sure you’re not caught if things don’t go how you want.”

Blade simply huffed a little, leaning forward against the table he sat at. His expression only able to be described as intent glowering. That is, until he saw you approaching in the corner of his eyes. He perked up a bit, his eyebrows raised until he saw Kafka smiling at him. He evened out his expression then, huffing again. 

Kafka chuckled, sauntering towards you, completely relaxed as if she had no need to fear anything bad happening in this moment.

“So, you’re Bladie’s little girlfriend, huh?” She leaned towards you, an intrigued small smile on her face. It was the only way to read her expression, her pink eyes betraying no emotion whatsoever. “How cute~”

You couldn’t help the blush that coated your cheeks, Kafka’s intent gaze and voice almost hypnotizing in a way, like you could feel her in your mind. It would be so easy to listen to whatever she wanted–

“Kafka…” Blade’s warning tone interrupted whatever was just happening, Kafka lifting her head with a fake pout. His eyes narrowed at her, his hands curled into tight fists, the corner of his mouth lifted in a snarl. 

“You’re no fun, Bladie,” she murmured, shrugging and strolling right past you, her heels causing an echoing click with each step. “Have fun you two~” She lifted a hand, a half-hearted wave goodbye as she rounded the corner and as soon as she had been there, the sound of her heels disappeared and you and Blade were alone. 

Blade stared at you, his eyes relaxed now that Kafka had left. Jing Yuan had been correct in his theory, Blade was working with the Stellaron Hunters. But that wasn’t really what you were focused on at the moment. You smiled at him, unable to stop yourself from giggling.

“Bladie, huh?”

He frowned, unimpressed. But he sighed, said nothing, and cocked his head as a way of telling you to come over to him. You happily joined him in the small, dingy, home, and plopped down next to him, leaning forward as you looked him in the eyes. You swore you saw him blush a bit before he turned away.

“You gonna talk to me or did you invite me here for a silence contest?”

“If I did, you’d be losing.” A low chuckle left him. His deep voice made it hard to notice his light-hearted tone but you could hear it. It had been something you learned when he was Yingxing and it made your heart churn when you recognized it in Blade.

You weren’t sure what knowing he was alive meant for the two of you. It was impossible to tell with him being a part of an organization that was wanted across the galaxy and sworn enemies of the Xianzhou. But the one thing you knew was that your feelings had not dampened in the years you’d been apart. Even as he is now.

“Blade…” 

He turned to face you finally, his face stiff but calm when regarding you. Just looking at him kept reminding you of your dream. Heat in each touch and each glance, shivers as his tongue dragged across your throat. Your breath hitched and you shut your eyes tight, trying to will your mind into more serious matters.

It didn’t help when you felt his fingers hook under your chin and lift your jaw up, forcing you to look up at him as your eyes shot open. 

“Yes?” His voice drawled, intrigue within each glance, his eyes wandering down your body and up back to your face.

“I–I don’t know what this situation means for us,” you take a deep breath, braving yourself. “But I still care deeply about you.”

Blade’s fingers slid from your chin to your jaw, his hand gently gripping your face. His thumb stroked your cheek, his eyes darkening when you spoke.

“That is a dangerous thing…to care for me,” he grumbled, his gaze heated. 

You gulped, your body on edge but his touch only made you heat up and unable to speak. 

“I–uhm–I like danger?” It sounded so much less confident than you had intended but Blade seemed to enjoy the answer regardless. 

He leaned closer to you, lips close to your own. You anticipated a kiss, leaning in as he did. But his lips avoided what you wanted and found your neck instead. So much better than a dream, his lips burned your skin, soft and sensual. His tongue darted out, licking up the side of your throat. You could feel him smirk as your body shivered violently, his hands now gripping your wrists and moving you to lay on the table, your arms up above your head. 

Blade growled, nibbling your ear, his breathing quick and warm.

“Are you going to feel the same?” He murmured, his breath shuddering as he pressed his waist between your legs, rolling his hips to grind against you. He smirked at the moan that left your throat. “Or have you changed even like this?”

You were enveloped in his hold as he leaned above you, his body completely hovering over you. It was an all-consuming warmth and safety despite the intimate position he had you in. Blade had always had a way of making you feel completely at ease despite the situation. 

Your breath hitched when you locked eyes with his heated gaze. Even now he waited for confirmation. No matter how much he had changed, how violent he had become, he would never do anything against your will. He was not a monster.

“Do you wanna find out?” You lifted your legs a bit, finding a comfortable position to keep them spread and loosely around his waist. You watched as his eyes widened a bit, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

Your wrists were released by his tight grip, his fingers gliding through your hair, caressing your face, then down your throat, a lingering choke hold. His nose flared, eyes intensely set on you, like you were the only thing he ever wanted to look at. Blade pressed his forehead against yours, his thumb grazing down your throat, gliding his nail against the sensitive skin.

“I would like nothing more.”

[sleepingelvhen]

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Sleeping Spider Lily Pt. 2

Blade/Reader NSFW Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- [🌹Part 4🌹] Minors DO NOT interact MASTERLIST Your world was turned upside down when you discovered the love of your life was alive and a completely different person. Now, you need answers, even if it was risky.

Nighttime on the Luofu was the most peaceful. For you, at least. Not many enjoyed strolling the less patrolled streets as you did, the mara-struck a blight upon the planet-ship that kept most everyone away. It made things easier for you; the further you strayed from civilization, the fewer guards there were, and the less likely you were to get reported to Jing Yuan for completely going against his request.

Maybe your logic was slightly skewed from the complete lack of sleep that muddled your logical thinking. Possibly also combined with the questions that consumed your mind. Questions only Blade would be able to answer if he was willing. If this reckless plan went wrong however…well, it’s been a while since you’ve sparred with someone.

Slipping through the shadows, you avoided another group of guards within Stargazer Navalia. Hood up to cloak your face, a deep breath to calm your nerves, and a moment to take control of a docked starskiff, soon you were flying through the Luofu, guiding your way to the only place you believed Blade would hide out. 

The one place you haven’t been to in a few hundred years now.

Complicated machinery was quickly replaced by sand and the ripples of waves. A reminder of where the races of the Luofu came from before their home developed to soaring through space. 

It was a familiar sensation when your feet sunk into the thin beach sand, a wave of nostalgia in your heart making you feel so lightweight it felt for a moment you were floating.

He was here, he had to be. It was like a second sense, something you once believed was a supernatural connection you had had with him. A bond that connected the two of you so that you would always know he was near. Part of you wanted to believe it to be true, but if you had gone this long not knowing he was even alive…well love makes you delusional.

Scalegorge Waterscape was beautiful enough to cause your eyes to water a bit as you approached the main entrance. Memories of friends…family…a love you had lost…they all appeared as ghosts in your mind now drowned by the now risen sea levels. Only a part of it still really existed, a platform with a statue depicting the Imbibitor Lunae, another friend you had lost all those years ago.

Eyes fixated on the statue, it took you a moment to really notice that you weren’t alone. You felt his presence, knew he was there. But a part of you didn’t want to look, scared to really face the reality of the situation.

“He must face his betrayal,” his darkened voice pulled you from your mind. A bit of a reminiscent tone within words that he attempted to make sound completely careless. “No one can run from a price to be paid.”

You finally turned to look at him. Surprisingly, he looked quite peaceful here, eyes staring up into the statue of Dan Feng. You thought you saw a flash of sadness in his eyes, maybe a bit of hope that he could return to the past. Or maybe that was just a bit of your own hope peaking through.

“Why have you come here?” Red eyes met your own then, you hadn’t even noticed he had turned to acknowledge your presence. Just like before, eyes filled with disdain and a desire to kill. But it was just what he was, it seemed. There was no desire in him to attack you, there was no intent to kill you. He was simply filled with bloodlust and it caused a shiver to climb up your spine.

“I…” your voice caught in your mouth. “I need answers.”

“Don’t we all?” He looked away from you again, eyes fixated upon the stretching ocean. You followed his gaze there, reminded of how this place used to look. Once filled with life, now beneath languid waves. Just a reminder of what you both had lost.

“Do you…remember me?” It was the only thing you could really think to ask. While it sounded so simple coming from you, it was just…the only thing that left the fog of your chaos-filled brain.

Blade huffed, almost a laugh. Aeons have you missed that. Blade never had a loud laugh like many, it was always cocky and short. One thing you had loved about him. Something that made your heart pang when you heard it again.

“I remember you…” His voice softened, eyes closed, refusing to turn to face you. “You seem to have changed.”

You gritted your teeth then and clenched your fists. With a deep breath, you walked forward, joining him where he stood. The silence was louder than the waves, louder than the crunching sand beneath your feet.

“We both have.”

Blade dipped his head in agreement, no reaction to you moving next to him. He didn’t move away, didn’t step closer, just stood there, staring out at the sea. You closed your eyes, trying to enjoy this for a moment, pretending it was like old times. The man beside you was Yingxing, and you were his lover. Standing upon Scalegorge Waterscape, simply reveling in the silence and one another’s company. 

Back then, you would gently take his hand in yours and he would squeeze it to tell you he was there and would always be there. Back then, he would tell you about his day and about the ways he was improving in his craft. Or maybe he would show you a sword he was proud of. You thought fondly of the day he showed you Shard Sword, proud upon its flawless creation. The smile upon his face was one you had tucked away into your memories, so vivid you could look at it whenever you pleased.

“You came here seeking answers,” the growl in his voice pulled you away from your thoughts, your eyes opening, your head turning to see him staring down at you intensely. “Ask your questions.”

He had blue eyes once, you remembered. But the red, it was entrancing and almost suited him better than the blue. Despite all the changes he still looked like himself, still looked so gorgeous. It was always so easy to get lost in his eyes, so easy to search for the feelings he kept hidden. You saw it there, a subtle flash of vulnerability. Eyes awash with affection.

“How are you alive?” You watched as his mood fell a bit, his brows lowering, a sharp intake of breath hinting at something painful inside. 

“The mara,” he simply said, unsheathing his sword, Shard Sword, and gliding his fingers against the golden marbling of its perfection. He hummed in consideration, nicking the pads of his index and middle finger, blood dripping down onto the blade, then onto the ground beneath him. Then, you watched wide-eyed as the deep cuts glowed and healed in simply a few seconds. Blade closed his eyes and sighed. “I pay my price in blood…and endless life.”

“Yingxing—Blade…” You stumbled over your words, correcting the name when you saw him turn his head away from you upon hearing his old name. He sheathed his sword, clenching the fist that he had previously cut.

“I left as I was cursed. Determined to die. Instead I became this. Immortal. Mara-struck. A blade to be used." His explanation made you understand truly what had happened. His allegiance with Dan Feng, his betrayal of the Luofu. Yes, they had found immortality in their search to revive their friend, but he was living proof of what that did to a short-life species. 

“You have your answers.”

But you didn’t leave, you just stared at him, tears in your eyes. You were exhausted, heart-broken, and…still absolutely in love with this man despite who he had become. A criminal, betrayer of the Luofu, ally to the Stellaron Hunters, and the love of your life. 

He took a sharp breath when he saw you staring, eyes darkening as he looked down at you. He cocked his head to the side, watching you carefully. 

“Your general would not be pleased if he discovered you here,” his voice was low and breathy, as if he was whispering.

“Jing Yuan would understand,” you simply said, unable to take your eyes away from him.

“Hm,” Blade turned his head, gaze still fixated upon your face. The noise he made sounded like a growl, or a huff of irritation. He used to do that when Jing Yuan would get too close to you, too friendly. A dusting of pink colored your cheeks as you looked down at your feet.

“I missed you…you know. Every day.”

Blade didn’t answer you. Instead, two fingers lifted your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, flickering with something that looked all too familiar. Intrigue, affection, and hesitance. 

“Every day?” He asked, his voice husky.

“Every day,” you answered, your own voice growing warm and soft.

You swore you saw a ghost of a smirk grace his face, a glimmer of his arrogance. 

“Hm…you are tired,” Blade pulled his fingers away slowly, the feeling of his touch lingering on your jaw. A soft gasp left your lips when he leaned in close, his lips against the shell of your ear, his whisper breathing a warm breath against your skin. “Go sleep, little dove. You will see me soon.”

He took your hand in his, his fingers slipping a piece of paper into your now weakened grip. As soon as he had been so close to you, he was walking away, hands behind his back as he regarded his environment. 

You wanted to stay, taking a step forward to reach for Blade before you stopped and bit your lip. He was right, you were on the verge of falling asleep right here right now. And nighttime was almost over. You fought the urge to stay, and left the Waterscape, gliding back home on the stolen starskiff. 

Once back in your room, you slipped into your sleeping clothes, sitting on the edge of your bed with the paper in hand. It was soft against your fingers, making your mind reel as you wondered what was within. Hesitance didn’t stop you as you opened the small slip of paper, revealing the message Blade had given you.

An address and a meeting time. He was hiding within a small building. Right here in the Divination Commission.