#SERAPHINA AUTUMN

[mt-jupiter]

acotar au - vanserra family progress

this all still a work in progress but here are some foundational thoughts on the ruling family of the autumn court

i want to expand more on autumn court laws, traditions, and social expectations after i complete the family tree

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and yes i got rid of 3 of lucien's older brothers, but i'm giving him a younger sister (or twin sister) to make up for it

i just haven't designed her yet because i'm still debating on whether she's beron's daughter or helion's daughter !

[readychilledwine]

The Ruining of Seraphina

Summary - Seraphina should have known better than to make a bet against her mate. Especially when losing that bet means being free use for the Inner Circle for a week.

Warnings - all of them, this is a free use open relationship fic. Loose editing 💕 if you squint, there are no errors.

Prompt - Day 7 - Free Day

A/N - I know. You've all been waiting for this one. Happy last @polyacotarweek post! Please keep in mind while reading this, this is both kink and CNM, but the two do not always go together. The smut happens fast, but I tried to keep it enjoyable since this goes through a week, day by day, of Sera being used by the IC. I am willing to expand on any of these days, so I wanted them to be vague yet enticing enough for all of you that the filth was accomplished. For obvious reasons, Elain is not included. It would be super odd to have Sera hooking up with her brother's mate as Azriel watched.

I wrote this with the idea of Sera finding sexual freedom through an open relationship based on other polyamorous people and couples. Being in a CNM relationship can be liberating for someone who grew up with a very strict background, and she felt perfect for this.

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“Azriel, I hardly know what this means.” Azriel kissed Seraphina’s palm, leaning It against his face as he smiled up at her.

“For a week, the inner circle will be able to use you however they want when they want. You said you wanted to fuck all of them, here's your chance, my flame.”

You bit, nodding, “And you will be there for all of it?”

“Only if you need. Open relationship, baby, we talked about this.”

“I want you there. Sometimes.”

“Then tug the bond in those instances.”

Monday was the first day it began, and to Sera's surprise, Morrigan was the first to enter her and Azriel's room. She wasted no time, pouncing on Sera and dominating her in a passionate kiss.

Sera smiled as her kissed trailed lower nipping at her lip slightly. “Top or bottom?”

“I've ever laid with another female before. I'm at your disposal, Mor.” She watched the blonde's eyes roll before she forced Sera onto her back. Mor situated herself on Seraphina's face, and instinct took over.

The position was so familiar to her, she replicated the movements she begged Azriel for, pushing her tongue into a tight opening, nose nudging her sensitive clit.

Morrigan was beautiful, but she knew now why her and Eris would never work, and the proof was leaking onto her face, tasting like honey with every drop.

Her hands squeezed Mor's ass and the message was received. Mor took control, hand tangling into red hair as she rode Sera's face.

She made the prettiest noises. Soft breathy moans that shot straight to Sera's core, soaking the bed below her.

In what felt like too short of a time, Mor fell apart on her face, plush lips parting into a silent scream as she did and leaned into the headboard.

She took a few breaths before laying next to Sera. “I really needed that.”

The Autumn female blinked. “You can have it any time.”

Tuesday she woke to fingers in her cunt and a tongue on her clit.

Nesta was, in Seraphina’s mind, the picture perfect female, and as she leaned forward on her elbows, moaning her name as her body began to shake, Nesta just smiled.

The female did not let up for hours, her face was constantly buried between long silky legs, finger in her cunt, mouth whispering to her about the filthy novel she was reading with two female characters.

It led to them covered in sweat, Sera on her hands and knees as Nesta and Azriel were kissing above her. She had her lips around Azriel, sucking him in time with thrusts from Nesta's strap on.

The strap was thick, faked veins running along her soft core and hitting every possible spot. Sera was whining around Azriel, body exhausted and overstimulated from countless orgasms from Nesta.

She came screaming, Azriel following her over the edge as she did. Nesta seemed to find completion as well, nails digging into the other female's ass as she did.

The three of them laid together in the bed, Seraphina reading the novel as Nesta and Azriel spoke. They began to laugh as her face flushed, “Don't act all innocent when I just fucked you with a strap on.”

Wednesday she was cornered by Rhys and Feyre after dinner. The High Lady smiled, pulling her into the room before pushing her on the bed.

For the second time that week, Sera enjoyed a female on her face, moaning as the taste of Feyre hit her tongue. The High Lady was not shy, chasing her own desires as Azriel and Rhysand watched whiskey in hand. The males were all smiles, watching the two of them as Feyre then leaned forward, returning the favor.

It was almost hard to focus, nerves being stimulated while she desperately wanted Feyre to cum for her, but she powered through, loving every second of Feyre's fingers and tongue.

They came at the same time, making both males lose a bet and allowing Feyre to then schedule a time with Azriel for a foursome later, a foursome you eagerly agreed to.

Thursday was a night alone with 3 males carved by Gods. Rhysand had taken her first, finding her in the shower and fucking her until she screamed. He buried himself inside of her as he came, biting her hard before carrying her out to her bedroom. Azriel and Cassian were already on the bed. The shadowsinger was sucking Cassian's cock, watching from hooded eyes as the general moaned for him. Rhysand laid you next to Cass, “Do you want more, or do you want to be forced to watch?” Lost whiskey eyes, blinked back at him, compliant to anything he would want. “You are just a little fuck doll, aren't you?”

Sera used to laugh when Nesta would make jokes about wanting to fuck Eris, Cassian, and Azriel at the same time. “I have three holes,” Lady Death would always smile as she said. Now she understood, and she would confirm to Nesta to take the opportunity if it ever arrived.

Friday morning, Rhys had been long gone, but she woke up to the sound of Azriel's moans. Cassian, the most eager male she had ever met, was between Azriel's legs, sucking his cock. Her mate's eyes were screwed shut, breathing heavy as his hand found Cassian's hair. The general motioned to her mate's wings, and Sera obliged immediately.

She licked the soft membrane, fingers delicately tracing the ridge. “You've been so generous for me this week. Isn’t it your turn, Azzy? Don't you want to cum for Cassian?” Her mated nodded eagerly, pulling her into a heated kiss.

Her and Cassian played with Azriel for hours, not stopping until they were all drenched in sweat and exhausted.

The three of them had dinner alone, Sera telling them about Nesta's fantasy and giving her mate permission to pursue, but not touch her older brother further than kissing.

Saturday was spent with Amren. The ancient being has no interest in her sexually, but they still spend the Day together. Amren wanted to study her powers, believing there had to be more to the female for her to have been with such a powerful male by the Cauldron.

She was correct, but Amren kept it to herself, not wanting to speak of what she discovered, nor how Seraphina scent changed when Amren cut her. No, she'd save that secret for another time.

Sunday was spent with just Azriel, his body desperate for hers, he had warded the door, wrapping her legs around his waist as he fucked her slow and deep, relishing in each breathy whisper of his name.

Sharing her had been fun, but the male had been jealous all week, almost territorial as he her heard moaning another's name. They had both wanted to try an open relationship, and they had both loved it, but they found their limitations.

Azriel groaned as Sera tightened around him, her back arching her breasts into him. “So good, Sera,” she whimpered at his praise, legs wrapping tighter as she lifted her hips more. “I've heard all week how delicious you are, you know that?” She whined as he hit the spot no one had found all week. “But who fucks you best?”

“You.”

His pace picked up, now slamming into that same spot until her vision began to blur with tears. “Who's Mate are you?”

“Yours.”

She could feel that familiar edge. Azriel always brought her to approaching, head buried in his neck as it did, and nails clawing into his back. “Cum. Cum for me, Sera.”

And she did, body so worn and sensitive from endless fucking that she came, moaning and crying his name over and over like a prayer. He spilled into her, biting her neck as he did to leave a bruise, marking his territory and who she belonged to.

He collapsed above her, forearms falling next to her face. He placed soft kisses on her cheekbones, nose, and then lips, smiling as he did. “Good week?”

“The best.”

“Feelings on keeping our relationship open?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “Gods, yes.”

“I think so too.”

"You've ruined me, you know that?

Azriel kissed her shoulder. "Ruined you or freed you?"

"Freed," she said slowly. "I think you've freed me. Having no limitations on sex is-"

"Liberating?"

She nodded, kissing him again. "Liberating."

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[natsaffection]

Kingdom of Secrets | Prologue | N. Romanoff

Knight!Natasha x younger!princess!Reader

MINOR DNI!! (18+!)

warnings: age gap (Natasha is 16 when she comes to the palace and the reader is 4 years old. At the end of this chapter Natasha is 33 and reader 21) fingering, begging, crying

word count: 4,5k

A/n: welcome to the prologue of Kingdom of Secrets! (Yes the title has a meaning) This is just the opening chapter. So it's not the first real part. It cost me already tears because I wanted it to come across the way people spoke back in the Middle Ages..so please give feedback!🫂

In the heart of the great kingdom of Celestria, where emerald fields stretch as far as the eye can see and spires kiss the sky, there was great anticipation in the royal court. King Alistair and Queen Seraphina Dawn, the beloved rulers of the realm, had long yearned for an heir to carry on the legacy of their noble lineage. The palace echoed with the whispers of courtiers as news spread of a momentous event.

Queen Seraphina was expecting a child.

Months passed, each one accompanied by prayers and whispered hopes echoing through the halls of the palace. The kingdom collectively held its breath, waiting for the joyous news that would bring new life to the royal family. The gardens adorned with blooming flowers bore witness to the ebb and flow of the seasons, reflecting the anticipation within the palace walls.

And then, as the golden colors of autumn tinged the landscape, the long-awaited moment arrived. Like a melody of hope, the announcement resounded through the kingdom and spread from town to town. Queen Seraphina had given birth to a daughter, a shining beacon of joy in the embrace of her parents' love.

The kingdom erupted in jubilation. Banners swayed in the fresh breeze, their colors dancing to the rhythm of the joy that flowed through the streets. The citizens rushed to the gates of the palace in their finest clothes to join in the royal rejoicing. The sweet scent of flowers was in the air and the distant sounds of musicians tuning their instruments heralded the great celebrations to come.

Inside the palace, the little princess lay in her mother's arms, wrapped in a tapestry of delicate silk. Queen Seraphina's eyes, glistening with tears of happiness, met King Alistair's gaze, a silent exchange that spoke volumes about the unspoken journey they had traveled to reach this blessed moment.

As the sun sank below the horizon, the palace gates opened to welcome the many well-wishers. The Great Hall, decorated with golden tapestries and crystal chandeliers, shone in the light of a thousand candles. Laughter and chatter filled the air as nobles, commoners and dignitaries alike joined in the celebration.

In the midst of this splendor, the little princess lay in her crib, surrounded by a symphony of admiration. Her tiny fingers, like rose petals, grasped at the air as if reaching for the love that surrounded her. The flickering candlelight painted her delicate features and cast a warm, ethereal glow on her.

Y/n, as she would later be called, became the beacon of hope that united the kingdom. Her laughter echoed through the palace like silver bells, eliciting smiles from all who basked in her innocent radiance. The court musicians, attuned to the heartbeat of the celebration, played melodies that blended with the collective heartbeat of the kingdom, a harmonious testament to the unity created by the birth of the princess.

Over the years, the princess's birthdays became a cherished tradition. The kingdom celebrated with greater fervor each year, turning the anniversary of her birth into a grand spectacle. The gardens, where once the whispers of anticipation could be heard, now bloomed in vibrant colors that reflected the princess's exuberant spirit.On her birthdays, the people of Celestria gathered to honor their beloved princess. The streets were lined with stalls selling sweet treats and enchanting trinkets. Musicians played lilting melodies and performers brought fairy tales to life through dance and theater. But amidst the splendor, it was Y/n herself who was in the spotlight.

Her laughter, the elixir that had breathed life into the kingdom years ago, echoed through the air. The joy that emanated from her was infectious and transformed the celebration into a mosaic of smiles and shared happiness. Y/n had become the living embodiment of the kingdom's dreams with her sparkling eyes and a heart full of kindness.

As Y/n grew, so did the kingdom around her. The once silent halls of the palace echoed with the footsteps of a vibrant princess whose spirit danced like the sunlight that fell through the leaves. She became a symbol of hope, bridging the realms of royalty and commonality - a beacon of unity for a kingdom that had waited with bated breath for her arrival.

And so, under the golden skies of Celestria, the royal court and citizens celebrated the birth of their princess, whose laughter echoed throughout the kingdom, mingling with the melodies of joy that had marked her grand entrance into the world.

But a shadowy group lurked in the hidden corridors beneath the splendor of the kingdom. Unseen and unheard, this gang shrouded in mystery plotted insidiously to infiltrate the royal house.

In the dimly lit chamber adorned with ancient symbols, the agents of the group - Shadows of Darkness - received a chilling instruction. The leaders, shrouded in the cloak of shadows, readjusted their strategy. Princess Y/n, an unforeseen variable, demanded an adjustment to their malevolent plans.

As Y/n's laughter rang through the palace, the group's secret game unfolded on an invisible chessboard. The birth of the princess upset their carefully laid plans and brought an element of unpredictability into play. Beneath the surface of the festivities, a calculated dance played out, where joyful echoes collided with the malice lurking in the shadows. Citizens and royalty revelled in blissful ignorance, unaware of the ominous threat lurking in the hidden corners of the palace. A dangerous dance began. One in which the laughter of a princess served as an eerie soundtrack to a covert operation that would reshape Celestria's destiny.

As daylight bathed the kingdom in golden hues, the shadowy group moved in secrecy. Their ominous influence extended to unsuspecting future queens. The dark puppet, manipulated by unseen hands, infiltrated the royal court and left a menacing presence.

The king, who had followers in every country, became aware of the terrifying power. Fearing for his family and the future of his country, he had his troops strengthened and also looked for a guardian for his daughter. So he spread the word throughout the country that a tournament was to be held in the late evening and that the bravest and strongest fighters were to take part.The anticipation of the great tournament was in the air that day. The king, seeking the perfect protector for his most precious treasure, gathered warriors from faraway lands. Men vying for the honor of protecting the jewel of the realm presented themselves in the arena.

The tournament, a spectacle of skill and courage, began with the clash of swords and the thundering hooves of warhorses. Knights from all corners of the realm showcased their skills, a dance of blades played out under the watchful eyes of the royal court.

As the dust settled and countless fighters succumbed to the skill of their opponents, there was a quiet tension among the spectators. The king, seated on his magnificent throne, surveyed the remaining warriors, his keen eyes searching for the one who would serve as a shield against the impending danger to the princess. Then, amidst the remaining fighters, a lone, young figure emerged, clad in armor that seemed to absorb the essence of the shadows. The air fell silent as this knight stepped forward, exuding an aura of fear and admiration. A murmur went through the audience, a collective acknowledgement that a formidable force had entered the arena.

The king, mesmerized and wary, leaned forward in his throne, a silent question etched on his regal countenance. "Tell me, what is a child doing on the field?" he asked his 1st in command. He bowed to his king, "Forgive me, my majesty, but you emphasized that the gates were open to anyone carrying a sword." The king forced the moment back into his mind and now looked further down, at the person.

At that very moment, the mysterious knight removed the helmet, revealing a cascade of fiery red hair framing a face marked by the scars of countless battles. Her piercing gaze, a mixture of steel and determination, met the king's eyes with an unwavering intensity. A murmur went through the hall as the realization set in. "Lady, Natalia Alianovna Romanoff," someone breathed, the name inspiring both awe and fear. As the first young woman to be knighted, Natasha was widely known, and her accomplishments on the battlefield were whispered about in saintly tones. The king, who also learned of her presence, widened his eyes.

As she approached the king, Natasha dropped to one knee, a sign of respect and submission. Her armor bore the marks of countless victories, and the sword at her side was a testament to her skill as a warrior.

"Your Majesty," Natasha's voice, a symphony of authority and humility, echoed through the arena. "I am Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, sworn to protect those deemed worthy of the Empire's protection. I offer my skills and loyalty to defend your princess, the jewel of Celestria." The king, observing the steely determination in Natasha's eyes, pondered her words. Isn't she too young to be a knight? Presently good..She could form a bond with Y/n. He thought.

The court remained in a collective breathless pause, awaiting the monarch's decision. After a moment's thought, the king nodded, a gesture that echoed through the arena like a decree.

"Lady Natasha Romanoff, rise. You have proven that you are an excellent Fighter. May the realm be witness to your service as my daughter's protector."

The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and whispers in appreciation of the gravity of the moment. Natasha rose from her knees and hid her features behind her helmet again. With measured steps, she returned to the ranks of the assembled knights, her presence leaving an indelible impression on the tournament and setting the stage for a new chapter in the kingdom's saga. Since then, the unique bond between the young princess and the fearless knight began to grow. Y/n, a little bundle of joyful energy, zoomed through the flowerbeds. "Tasha, look, I can fly!" she cried, spreading her tiny arms. Natasha, with a smile on her lips, leaned down. "Really? Show me, little whirlwind." And chase her through the field.

"Tasha, why are you so strong?" asked Y/n three years later, while they were playing in the halls. Natasha, with a mischievous smile, replied, "Strength comes not only from muscles, but also from courage and determination, my Princess."

The royal parents, from their thrones, watched the scene with warm smiles. "Look how Natasha is teaching our daughter," said the queen. The king nodded proudly. "A bond strengthened not only by duty, but also by the heart..I could not have chosen anyone better."

In the shelter of the pavilion, Y/n and Natasha talked about the years of shared experiences. "Promise me, Natasha, that you will always be by my side," Natasha, serious yet tender, replied, "As long as I breathe, I will watch over you, Princess."

Over the years, not only did Y/n grow up, but so did the love between her and Natasha. Adventures together, laughter and tears formed a bond that blurred the boundaries between princess and protector.

At the age of 20, Y/n found herself in the midst of an inner turmoil. The years had passed since Natasha had taken up residence as her protector, and a subtle change was creeping into the princess's mind.

In the quiet moments when the sun slowly disappeared behind the palace walls, Y/n discovered a growing urge to seek Natasha's closeness. Every look from the knightess, every gentle touch, seemed to break through an invisible barrier within Y/n.

The glances Natasha cast across the ballroom as they shared in royal festivities carried a deeper meaning. Y/n recognized the warmth in Natasha's eyes, which came not only from her proximity to the king, but betrayed something more intimate. Uncertainty gnawed at Y/n as she thought about these growing feelings. Society, royal expectations, all created a veil that kept her growing affection for Natasha hidden.

The Royal Mother observed the subtle changes in Y/n's behavior, but the secret remained hidden between the lines. Y/n felt her heart beat faster when she faced Natasha, and the soft sighs that escaped her were carried on the winds of fate.

One day, Natasha, bathed in sweat from the rigorous training session, gracefully moved through the courtyard, effortlessly wrestling each knight that dared to cross her path to the ground. As Y/n strolled through the palace, she unexpectedly caught sight of Natasha in action, sans her usual formidable armor.

Mesmerized by the raw power and agility on display, Yn found it challenging to look away. Natasha's every move seemed like a choreographed dance of strength and finesse. It was the first time Y/n had seen her like this, vulnerable yet invincible

Natasha, engrossed in her sparring session, sensed Y/n's eyes on her. Mid-wrestle with one of the knights, she subtly shifted her gaze to meet Y/n's, exhaling almost imperceptibly. In that brief connection, Natasha's intense focus softened, and a ghost of a smile played on her lips, as if she had caught Y/n in the act.

Y/n, startled by Natasha's awareness, quickly averted her gaze, pretending to be absorbed in the palace architecture. The blush on her cheeks, however, betrayed her attempt to conceal the intrigue Natasha's athleticism had sparked.

She continued her training, each movement deliberate and powerful. Y/n, despite her efforts to remain discreet, stole occasional glances, hoping Natasha wouldn't notice..

When a maid approached, unaware of the silent exchange, Y/n stammered, "I-I was just, you know, walking around," as she tried to divert attention from the fact that Natasha had momentarily captured her focus. Natasha, still engaged in her training, shot Y/n a knowing look, her eyes betraying a hint of amusement, silently acknowledging the unspoken connection while respecting Y/n's attempt to keep her feelings concealed.

Several hours passed, and Y/n immersed herself in the demands of royal duties. As she diligently attended to matters within the palace, she couldn't shake the memory of Natasha's training session. Much to her surprise, as she returned to the main hall, there was Natasha, seamlessly transitioning from warrior to protector, resuming her role by Y/n's side.

Their eyes met once again, and this time Natasha's expression spoke volumes. A playful glint in her eyes suggested a shared secret, referencing the earlier stolen glances. Y/n couldn't help but smile in response, a subtle acknowledgment of the connection they had formed.

Weeks later when the moon towered over Celestria, Y/n dared a tentative look into Natasha's eyes. It was as if the universe melded their souls together, and in that moment, Y/n knew it was more than mere reverence for the brave knight. The realization that her heart was following a path of love was like the blossoming of a delicate flower within her. But the world she lived in demanded secrecy - a love that blossomed in the shadow of royal duties.

Another year passed and Y/n's duties to the throne drew ever closer. Her parents now saw her as an adult woman who would later rule the people. However, this could not be done alone and the time had come to find a suitable mate. So they embarked on various journeys to neighboring countries to consider their princes and princesses. A point Y/n is proud to show. With all the fuss she secretly has about Natasha, her eyes opened to another part.

It was a sunny day when the royal family were visiting another kingdom. The family was welcomed with joy. But the festive atmosphere was pervaded by an underlying tension. As Y/n strode through the hall in royal garb, she was swarmed by the polite remarks and advances of the foreign prince. The looks he gave her were full of obvious interest, and the smile on his lips betrayed intentions that went beyond polite courtesies.

Natasha, standing in her imposing armor alongside the royal family, felt a flame of jealousy flare up inside her. Every passionate look, every touched hand, felt like a stab in her chest. In a quiet moment, when the prince engaged Y/n in a private conversation, Natasha could hardly bear the sight. Her hands clenched into fists as she inwardly fought back the burning sting of jealousy.

Finally, the festive gathering broke up and the royal family returned to their chambers. The opulent chambers of Y/n awoke to the pale glow of candles as the evening shrouded the royal estate in an atmosphere of twilight. The prince, wearing a polite facade, had made his intentions clear. But Natasha sensed the unease in the air. When the prince attempted to cross the boundaries of politeness and seek out Y/n in her chambers, Natasha turned cold as ice. Her eyes, normally as impenetrable as the darkness, bore into the young nobleman. Without a word, her gaze spoke volumes, and the prince retreated as if he had entered an invisible barrier.

When Natasha entered Y/n's chamber, the discomfort was reflected on Y/n's face. "Thank you.. I was so uncomfortable, but I didn't mean to be rude," Y/n murmured, her voice low in the intimate atmosphere. Natasha stepped closer, her touch cooler than the night breeze blowing through the open window. "My princess, you never have to compromise for politeness."

In a calculated move that blurred the line between protector and seductress, Natasha lifted Y/n's hand and stroked her fingertips over the delicate skin. "Don't let anyone enter your world if you don't want them to. You deserve respect and so much more."

The darkness of the room seemed to tighten around the two of them as Natasha continued, intensifying her own touch. "And maybe, there is someone..who is willing to go deeper than politeness allows."

The words echoed between the walls as the coolness of the night turned into a dance of desire. Y/n sensed the play of shadows as Natasha, took on the role of seductress. A passionate revelation that in the twilight of her chambers revealed a connection that transcended the duties of the royal hall.

The room lost its dimensions in darkness as Natasha and Y/n were caught in a mesmerizing dance of tension. Y/n's heartbeat quickened as Natasha's words sounded like a breath in the night, a promise that implied more than it stated. "Natasha, I don't know what you mean..." whispered Y/n, her voice caught between curiosity and an underlying desire that lingered in the air. Natasha stepped closer, her gaze like the dark veil of night that hid everything and yet revealed everything. "I speak of desire that goes deeper than any protocol that exists within the walls of a palace."

The atmosphere thickened as Natasha began to loosen Y/n's royal robes with deft fingers. "You can feel it, can't you? This suppressed energy between us. It's time to explore the shadows that lurk in the corners of our connection."

Y/n's breathing quickened as the warmth of Natasha's hands touched her skin. A mixture of fear and desire flickered in her eyes as she embraced the unknown.

"N-Natasha, I... Is this right?" asked Y/n, but her reticence was swallowed up by the darkness.

Natasha replied with a cool smile that betrayed a deep, hidden passion. "Right or wrong, Y/n, does not exist in this world of shadows. There is only what you desire and what you are willing to experience." The air between them was charged as Natasha gently placed her lips on Y/n's. A passionate kiss that burned down the blurred lines between duty and desire. Still, Natasha paused for a moment and looked her princess in the eye, “I notice your looks, your breath when I sneak up on you..you’re begging when I retreat to my chambers..” Natasha pushed the princess onto the bed. The redhead had Y/n's legs wide open. Open for her to devour.

Natasha licked her lips, staring at Y/n's underwear, a hungry look in her mouth. Y/n still felt the slight urge to protest. What is she doing here? What happens if her parents find out about this? Are they allowed-

But all words of resistance melted into a moan in her mouth as Natasha opened her entrance with her tongue. She lay down in front of Y/n, lifting the princess's legs by her thighs onto her shoulders. Natasha's tongue turned her princess's moans into groans and then shouts of ecstasy. After tasting Y/n for long enough, Natasha lifted her head. Her mouth was covered in Y/n's fluid, giving her face a glow that Y/n found simply intoxicating.

"How are you feeling? Can I continue?" Natasha's eyes widened as she saw the sight of her ruler. Spread wide and with her hands clenched in the pillows, "K-Keep going please..” Natasha smiled and climbed up to Y/n to take off her dress and while she undressed Y/n, Natasha kissed Y/n and she tasted herself on her lips. Without breaking the kiss, Natasha inserted two of her fingers into Y/n. In response, the young princess let out a deep moan into Natasha's mouth as she slowly penetrated her. As Natasha alternated between driving her index and middle fingers in and out of Y/n's cavity, Y/n was disturbed by the amount of armor Natasha still had on and set about removing it.

Natasha smirked again as she realized what Y/n's plans were and sat back up, "You could have asked, my highness..." Y/n's eyes were wide as she watched Natasha remove every single piece of metal from her body. Eventually it just tinkled on the floor and Natasha stood before her in a white shirt. She wasted no more time and pounced on the young girl again.

"What do you want me to do, princess?" Natasha now asked, breathing in unison with her aroused ruler. She had already slipped a hand between Y/n's thighs and was leaning on her shorts. Y/n knew what Natasha wanted to hear. "Please.." she begged, "fuck me." Natasha watched Y/n's flushed face. It was so, so lewd. This time, however, Natasha stroked a finger over the edge of her labia and felt how far the wetness had spread.

"You really want it, don't you?" said Natasha with a hint of smugness in her voice. Y/n knew it wasn't to humiliate her, but rather to increase her sense of exposure.

Yes, I really fucking want it, Y/n wanted to say, but managed to hold back. Natasha, however, didn't miss the look on her face before she leaned in and slowly kissed Y/n again. She began to run her fingers up and down the wetness between Y/n's legs, stroking slowly and rhythmically.

Y/n held back any sound that wanted to come out of her mouth, knowing there was more to come. A touch slipped past a certain spot so briefly and lightly that Y/n's body flinched in response. Natasha had to keep her senses together, just a little longer. The stroking and kissing gradually became faster, without either of them noticing against the backdrop of their growing arousal. Natasha's fingers were touching Y/n's clit more and more frequently now, and Y/n couldn't keep up, the tension between her legs growing and her mouth remaining slightly open.

"A-A-hh..." she gasped, and her body arched back more and more. She was crying out now, twisting and turning, her clit at the center of the movement, her hands wrapped around Y/ns, her face pressed into her shoulders, her upper body arched so that her breasts and erect nipples moved against Natasha's body in the same rhythm as the caresses between her thighs. "Nat-..Natasha...!" She cried out. "I'm... ah, I'm..."

Natasha kissed her neck in response and concentrated fully on bringing Y/n to climax. She wanted to hear her princess scream, to feel her thrusting against her body in a frenzy of pleasure. She wanted Y/n to lose all inhibitions and move against her hand like a horny slut. Y/n couldn't take it anymore. Her hips and buttocks began to move against Natasha, thrusting towards her with desire, begging her not to stop. It felt so dirty to cooperate and beg so earnestly, but Y/n didn't care about any of it. Natasha moaned along with Y/n and couldn't hold back either after listening to Y/n feel this way about her.

“Cum for me.”

When Y/n heard Natasha's soft and loving voice moaning like that, she shook with pleasure. Her mind went blank. The room disappeared, the bed vanished. The world consisted only of her body, which contracted and pulsated to release all its pent-up arousal in one go. Y/n didn't know how much time had passed while she trembled and shook and moaned, even though she didn't want to. All she knew was that Natasha had been holding her the whole time and watched every single facial feature of her beloved princess.

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[shadowqueenjude]

The Lady of Autumn's name is Seraphina, and if SJM doesn't name her as such she is wrong.

[mudandmire]

Day Two: Childhood/Legacy

❤️‍🔥What is this? Why is this? I dunno folks; poem or blurb or 1am ramble, it is here so. voila. It's very short, but I wanted to do at least something for @erisweekofficial day 2, and this is all I could do with my schedule right now❤️‍🔥

To Ache

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Eris pauses at the door of his mother's chambers, fingers lightly curled around the handle. There's a bleeding stain of tea cooling against his trousers, but his eyes are glazed as they wash over it as he waits for—something.

The yearning blooms open, an internal bruise that never heals right. Like a bone set wrong, forever forced to mold himself, body and soul, around it.

The air in his lungs is held still, anticipating whatever had frozen his movements, that aching contusion that stretches along the tender muscle of his heart—

'Eris.'

It's soft, ringing slightly, and Eris' body flushes cold and hot in the span of a rapid heartbeat.

He listens for it again, breath held. When nothing follows, he realizes with a clench of his fist around the handle, the rush of his pulse sounds a lot like a whisper in the silent room.

Whatever rises to the back of his throat at the chasm of distance between where the Lady of Autumn sits outside, admiring the jeweled canopy and where Eris stands frozen to the floor, he swallows down. It's a lump in his throat, a cry on his tongue—it is juvenile, and foolish, yet he cannot help his heart from begging.

Please, he wishes to himself silently, head bowed in front of the door. Please turn around. Please look at me.

Eris listens for the rustle of fabric from her dress, the soft inhale she would take at seeing him still standing there.

Please. His pulse is a white water rush in his head, near drowning in his longing.

Please let me bury my hands in your skirts, even though they are far too calloused to be a child's.

Please let me wail into your lap, even though it is something far too bloody to have ever been innocent.

Please, amma, he thinks to himself, the breath he loses grip of coming out a silent sob, let me weep.

It is childish to wish anyone heard him. But in this room something makes him wish it anyway.

Eris inhales deeply, steadily. Leaving the naive breaks in his armor at his feet as he levels his chin, like the tea cup he shattered not moments ago. His fingers close with practiced determination around the handle, and turns it.

His walk out of the room; with it's draped fabric and sunlit balcony, can only be purposeful. The door closes softly, a whispered sigh behind him. Eris does not think about his abandoned heart, its twists of anguish left in his child-sized palms. It would do him no good to linger on such ancient hurts.

Instead, Eris will settle for the memory of a chipped tea cup, a secret smile tucked into the rosy corners of cheeks, and the silken fall of copper hair the same shade as his.

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ahh yes how sweet the tragedy of Eris and his Mother. I call her Seraphina in my head, because I just need girlie to have a name.

Honestly I had made the mood board thing months ago so it's nice I have a chance to use it now :>

[pradnyesh1008]

Female RO's:

1. Crown Princess Seraphina Sylvanheart

She is a figure of grace and beauty. Her eyes, as clear and bright as a forest spring, hold a depth of wisdom and kindness. Her hair, the color of autumn leaves, cascades down her shoulders in a waterfall of curls. Her skin, as fair as the first snowfall on a sylvan landscape, glows with a natural radiance.

Seraphina carries herself with an elegance that speaks of her royal upbringing. Yet, there’s a gentleness in her demeanor that endears her to her people. She is known for her compassionate heart and her love for all living creatures. Her laughter, light and melodious, is like a songbird’s call echoing through the forest.

Her attire reflects her love for nature - gowns in shades of green and brown, adorned with intricate patterns inspired by the forest flora. A crown of woven vines and flowers rests lightly on her head, symbolizing her connection to the natural world.

Despite her royal duties, Seraphina often escapes to the tranquility of the forest. She finds solace among the trees, often returning with a renewed spirit and fresh ideas to better her kingdom.

In essence, Crown Princess Seraphina Sylvanheart is not just a leader but also the heart of the sylvan kingdom - kind, wise, and as beautiful as the nature she so loves.

2. Princess Bruni Verdantcliff

The youngest of the Verdantcliff siblings, is a delightful blend of shyness and mischief. Her eyes, as green as the cliffs of her homeland, sparkle with a playful spirit that's hidden beneath a veil of shyness.

Her hair, as dark as the mountain soil, falls in soft waves to her shoulders, often adorned with flowers she picks during her playful escapades. Her eyes, a vibrant green, are full of life and laughter, reflecting her playful spirit.

Her face holds an innocence that adds to her charm. A rosy blush often adorns her cheeks, more noticeable when she’s up to her mischiefs. Her attire is usually simple yet elegant, often incorporating elements of her mountain kingdom - a dress the color of lush moss, a cloak as white as mountain snow, and a circlet made of wildflowers.

At first glance, Bruni may seem reserved, her soft-spoken nature and gentle demeanor often mistaken for timidity. But once she opens up, her true nature shines through. She is a whirlwind of energy and mischief, her laughter echoing through the castle halls like a merry tune.

Bruni loves to play pranks on her siblings, her clever mind always coming up with new tricks. Yet, she always manages to maintain her innocence with her angelic smile and twinkling eyes.

3. Princess Sakura Stormcrown

She is a burst of energy and positivity. Her eyes, as bright and clear as a summer sky, radiate an infectious enthusiasm. Her hair, the color of cherry blossoms, is usually tied in a high ponytail, bouncing with her every move. Her skin, as smooth as porcelain, adds to her youthful charm.

Sakura carries herself with an energy that’s hard to ignore. She’s always on the move, her spirit as untamed as the wind. Her laughter is loud and hearty, filling the room with a warmth that’s hard to resist.

Despite her energetic nature, Sakura is known for her naivety. She trusts easily, often seeing the good in people before anything else. This trait, while endearing, also makes her vulnerable. Yet, she never lets the harsh realities of the world dampen her positive spirit.

Her attire is usually vibrant and colorful, reflecting her lively personality. She prefers comfort over style, choosing clothes that allow her the freedom to move and express herself.

In essence, Princess Sakura Stormcrown is like a ray of sunshine on a stormy day - bright, energetic, and full of life.

4. Crown Princess Leila Dawnstrider (Special RO)

She is a beacon of resilience and grace. Her eyes, as deep and mysterious as the desert nights, hold a strength that is both captivating and inspiring. Her hair, the color of sun-bleached sand, flows like a desert breeze. Her skin, kissed by the relentless desert sun, glows with a golden hue.

Leila carries herself with the grace of a desert rose and the strength of a sandstorm. She is known for her resilience, having weathered many storms both literal and figurative. Her voice, soft yet firm, carries the wisdom of the desert.

Despite her royal duties, Leila is known for her love for her kingdom's vast landscapes. She often spends time traversing the dunes on her trusted steed, exploring ancient ruins, and learning about her kingdom's rich history.

Her attire reflects her environment - gowns made from fine silks in shades of gold and brown, adorned with intricate beadwork that sparkles like the night sky. A crown of golden suns rests lightly on her head, symbolizing her connection to the desert.

In essence, Crown Princess Leila Dawnstrider embodies the spirit of the Desert Kingdom - resilient, beautiful, and as timeless as the desert itself.

[spriteysims]

Seraphina awoke in the first early winter hours and ran to the bathroom. She had been feeling odd for most of late autumn and now understood why: she was carrying her first child. Leonides couldn't be more excited and Seraphina suspected the baby would be here before winter's end.

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[rmtndew]

I've been catching up with "Where Kindness Grows", it's been a while since I've read it, and it is the most comforting story ever 🥹

I've tried to figure out when Seraphina's birth month would be, but I have failed since there were rainstorms and the weather was all over the place. Is it possibly around Autumn?

Also, I know you're taking a much needed break from writing, but I would love to see in future chapters something regarding Sy's birthday and how would Sera would make it special for him, and maybe glimpses of his past.

Love your blog 🧸💗

Thank you, dear heart! This is so sweet! I love that it’s a comfort story for you!

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve read over the story and worked on it so I may be wrong but I think Seraphina’s birthday is in the summer. I think I had them getting married in the spring and then her birthday was a few months later.

Unfortunately I am still taking a break from writing. I keep hoping that my inspiration will come back but I just totally hit a wall and got so burnt out. But I miss writing! I miss spending time with the characters. Especially Sy and Seraphina. I would love to do something that touches on how she would celebrate Sy’s birthday. And before I stopped writing, I had plans to talk more about his past.

But thank you for sending this! It makes me so incredibly happy that people are still reading my stories and invested in the characters even though I haven’t updated in forever. It really does mean so much to me! 🥰

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: The bloody plague is finally past, but what fresh horror lies in its wake?

Princess Imogen of Goslind has lived a sheltered life for three years at the boarded-up castle—she and the rest of its inhabitants safe from the bloody mori roja plague that’s ravaged the kingdom. But Princess Imogen has a secret, and as King Stuart descends further into madness, it’s at great risk of being revealed. Rations dwindle each day, and unhappy murmurings threaten to crack the facade of the years-long charade being played within the castle walls.

Nico Mott once enjoyed a comfortable life of status, but the plague took everyone and everything from him. If not for the generosity of a nearby lord, Nico may not have survived the mori roja’s aftermath. But does owing Lord Crane his life mean he owes him his silence?

When Lord Crane sends Nico to search for more plague survivors in the castle, Nico collides with a princess who wants to break out. They will each have to navigate the web of lies they’ve woven if they’re going to survive the nightmares ahead.

Review:

A reimagining of The Masque of Red Death from Edgar Allan Poe? Say less. The story is set in a world where a plague has been unleashed and a commoner is taken from her family and forced to pretend to be the princess who was killed by the plague to fool the mad king who has trapped them all in this castle while a gentlemen/physician has become a servant to a lord who is hiding a true monster within and must find a way to escape before it's too late, both their paths will cross and both of them will have to find a way to escape the monsters in the wood, the mad king, and the sickness that is coming after them all.

Princess Imogen of Goslind has lived a sheltered life in the boarded up castle and she has one secret, she is actually Seraphina, a commoner who was taken from her family and forced to pretend to be the Princess Imogen who had actually died in order to keep the king's madness at bay. Seraphina longs for her real family, longs to escape the prison that is the castle and the tempermental king who holds her hostage. The inhabitants in the castle are all trapped by the king, who has been keeping up the facade that everything is fine, but food is running low and servants are dying... and with the masquerade for Princess Imogen's birthday coming up, tensions are only rising further.

Nico Mott lived a comfortable life of status and was a physician before his entire family was killed by the plague and he was left starving and delirious in the woods until Lord Crane found him and made him a servant... but Nico has begun to notice strange things happening around Lord Crane, particularly the disappearances of people and the bloody clothes... and now Nico knows he has to escape and warn others before the monster that is his master kills them all.

Nico and Seraphina's paths cross and together they'll have to find a way to escape the dangers lurking not only within the castle but outside as well, from sickness to vampiric like creatures out for their blood.

This was such a fun and unique take on the classic story. I am a huge Poe fan and this was the perfect blend of gothic horrors and romance that I could ever ask for. It really was the perfect read for anyone who is looking for a gothic one and it definitely would be one to add to your autumn tbr!

*Thanks Netgalley and Inkyard Press for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[soldier-requests]

[Paraluxx Nebula: 🤍/ Icarus]

Hello! Can I have some name suggestions for an Angel (Worldless) kin please? Themes could be angels, lightning/ storms and anything to do with light. Preferably on the shorter side too please, like 4-10 letter and either androgynous or feminine.

Sorry for being so picky, and thank you in advance!

~ 🤍 [Icarus]

hello!! and no worries, i don't mind! being "picky" in asks generally helps me figure out what y'all want :]

hopefully i mostly followed the prompt here ^_^;. all the names i found are under the cut!

aphim/phim

aella

alpine

amaya

audra

aura

aurora

autumn

bay

bea/bee

beam

breeze

celeste

charm

cherish

cherry/cherri

cherub

clari

creati

dawn

delta

dima

dusk

elaine

electra/elektra

elle

ellie

era

fair

flurry

frost/frosty

hala/halo

harbor

haven

haze/hazel

hazey

hila

illumin/illumina

jora/jove

jovi/jove

katri

katya

kenzie

lailah

laine/lane

lainey/lainie

llumin/lumin

lucia

lucille

lucy

luna

lux

luz

margo(t)

marvel

maya

miku

mist

mistral

misty/misti

mitra/mitri

ner/nera

neve

noor

nova

nur/nura

orana

oriane

peace

phoebe

raina

selene

sera/sarah

seraphim

seraphina

snow

solia/solial

storm

stormi(e)/stormy

sunniva

talia

tempest

tondra/tundra

tora

valley

valo(r)

viola

winter

[lavenderlevetan]

For the WIP game- happy ten years? 🥰

here you go!! <3 this is actually part of a little thing i’ve been writing for one of my d&d characters as something that happened during the years prior to the start of the campaign/her meeting everyone else!

(for context: this is a campaign set in the wild west, and she is a vampire who works as a bounty hunter as a way to make money and stay fed)

The barren, dusty ground beneath her had turned the color of dry terracotta in the low light of the dying fire, littered with tiny pebbles and anthills casting mountainous shadows that raced to join the ever-encroaching darkness already swallowing most of the land. She sat at the edge of the fire’s glow, legs pulled up to her chest as she rested her chin on her knees. The orange-red dirt was clinging to her all black attire, possibly even staining parts of it, but that was fine. She couldn’t bring herself to really care about it right now. Clothes could be washed, or even discarded if necessary, and a little dirt never really hurt anyone anyway.

To her left sat her pack, collecting a similar amount of dust. On top of that lay her hat, with the edges of its veil fluttering lazily in the chilled winds that carried the rather potent scent of smoke and char currently overpowering the usual smell of the desert’s fading autumn.

To her right sat a man whose face she had only seen on wanted posters before this evening, his mildly content expression completely vacant of any real sense of self as he stared into the shuddering flame in front of him. He was entirely silent, save for the even drawing of breath, and that was good. Seraphina had told him not to say a word unless specifically asked a question, and it was nice to see that her Charm was showing no sign of wavering.

Even if she hadn’t really wanted to use it in the first place. But sometimes things happen, and one must do what they must.

[readychilledwine]

Lollipop

Azriel x innocent Vanserra OC

Summary - after being silenced during the High Lord's meeting with her favorite candy. Seraphina finds herself the center of a certain shadowsingers attention

Warnings - implied smut, implied corruption kink, Beron being Beron (so mentions/signs of abuse), implied swapping, Nesta implying she'd go down on OC, age gap, messing with canon a little bit

A/N -I got bored and the whole corruption kink side of me came out. I also think I'm developing a Nesta kink, and it's probably going to get pretty smutty between her and an oc or reader here soon.... oooo or the valkyries x reader.... might have to do something for my girlies who love other girlies...

Part 2

Azriel was going to fucking faint.

Beron, in an effort to stop his daughter from continuing to egg on the Princess of the Summer court, had pulled out some form of an candy on a stick and put it in her mouth much to the laughter and delight of everyone around.

Now all the shadowsinger could do was watch out of the corners of his eyes as his mate sucked and licked on the candy innocently while reading the book Eris had brought for her.

Doing okay there, brother? Rhysand's purr in his mind before the High Lord looked over at the daughter of Autumn had Azriel suppressing a growl. Well, doesn't little Seraphina just look so pretty with her lips wrapped around something. 

Azriel shot him a glare before peeking over again. She had the candy so just the tip of it was in her mouth, lips wrapped perfectly around it. Cauldron fucking boil me. Rhysand sent him a wave of agreement as Feyre also looked over and smirked.

Feyre thinks the 3 of us should take her, and oh fuck-

Azriel and Rhys quickly snapped their eyes back to the meeting when the daughter of Autumn looked their way before looking at her older brother and tapping his shoulder.

Her breasts were on display, small hands delicating holding the stick of the candy as she leaned forward in the exquisite dress she was in to whisper in her older brother's ear.

The male heir of Autumn looked over to the Night Court glaring at the shadowsinger and the high lord. He growled softly before taking the candy from a clearly uncomfortable female.

"Excuse my interruption," Tamlin stopped talking as soon as Eris spoke and demanded the attention of the room, "Do you have something you'd like to say to my sister, Spymaster? You've been staring at her for the past 10 minutes." 

The room had gone silent. Tamlin leaned forward with a smirk, as did Tarquin and Thesan. The daughter of Autumn was an unspoken set boundary. No one looked at or touched Beron's girl, not even Amarantha. Too much power radiated in that small body. Power anyone would have given Beron their left arm to have access to. They just had to follow his rules to get the chance to play for her hand, and right now, Azriel's silence was risking his own family's shot at it.

Might want to say something there, brother. Az shot Rhysand a glare before clearing his throat and saying the one thing he knew he shouldn't. 

"How can I not stare at such a beautiful creature? Especially when your father so willing put something in her mouth for the entertainment of every male here?" Rhys froze and immediately sent a look Azriel's way. 

That wasn't what I had in mind. Being her mate does not promise you her hand, Az. Beron could sell her off before Eris gets the chance to bring her to us. Tread carefully. 

Beron laughed darkly before turning to the Night Court, "I didn't realize silencing my 55 year old daughter with candy would be such a problem for you, Azriel. No one else here seems to think anything of it. Must just be that Illyrian Bastard blood in you." The reminder of her young age was a slap in the face to the shadowsinger. A reminder that she hardly understood the world yet and that she had spent the majority of her life trapped in that mountain.

Azriel caught the way Seraphina's eyes shut slowly at her father's insults, "It's not a big deal, daddy. I-." Her father held a hand up to silence her. No one missed the flinch from the young girl. Helion, Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys all looked towards each other.

Helion was now staring at the young female too, his eyes softening at her fear. Beron glared at Helion before continuing, "If you continue to look at my daughter, you'll find yourself wingless, boy." 

Sera even knew that was too far. Azriel watched the way her chest stilled as she stared wide eyed at her father before switching her gaze to Helion who shook his head softly at her in warning. 

Rhysand growled this time, "Do not threaten MY family over your choice not to educate your daughter on sexual matters."

Sera was confused. How was a caramel apple sucker sexual? She made eye contact with the Spring lord, who simply motioned for her to come over to him, and she did. 

She walked in a way that reminded Azriel of water. Flowing, smooth, gently. He barely suppressed the growl in his throat as Tamlin pulled the girl into his lap, his mouth close to her delicately pointed and jewel adorned ear. 

The room filled with laughter as her eyes grew wide and a red flush hit her chest and cheeks. "Really," she whispered softly to Tamlin, who nodded and then continued whispering in her ear. Soft nodding came from her as Tamlin stroked her upper thigh and whispered to her, eyes locked on Azriel in a clear message. He knew. He could somehow sense the bond. "What's a," Tamlin covered her mouth, laughing slightly as he explained something else to her. "So people don't use the proper terms during sex?" Tamlin was smirking at this point. Whatever he had just said made the young girl gasp, and her eyes go wide.

Beron growled this time and tried to break the field of neutrality in anger but couldn't. "Enough, Tamlin!" Seraphina shifted in Tamlin's lap after he finished speaking to her. She stood and walked back over to the Autumn Court in shock and embarrassment.

"I apologize for the distraction, Shadowsinger. Forgive me," she began playing with her long red curls as Azriel scented her anxiety. "Thank you for the…. Educational lesson, high lord." The daughter of Autumn sat back down slowly and made a fatal error. Her and Nesta Archeron made eye contact and the oldest Cauldron made said one simple thing.

"In case he didn't tell you because he's a selfish male, there's males out there who'd return that favor. And females, if youd be interested in that." The daughter of Autumn grew more red and opened her book to hide her face in the crisp pages, "If you'd like to learn, let me know." 

An audible squeak came from the young fae female, "Eris." She was desperate for help. Her brother shot a look Nesta's way, and she returned it with a hate fueled glare.

Tamlin had painted a mental image for her in pretty words chosen specifically to make the young female feel warm. Truly though, She didn't mind the idea. The thought of her on her knees as Azriel tangled his large scarred hands through her long red curls, tongue running along his cock as he made a mess of her made her feel warmth growing in her stomach she'd never felt before.

She had heard rumors from other females about the size of an Illyrian's wings having something to do with the size of their cock, and Seraphina was just trying to imagine how exactly that would work if rumors were true. How exactly would she fit all of him into her mouth if given a chance? The handsome spymaster had huge wings. The largest wings she'd ever seen on a winged fae. If wing size related to endowment size, his cock was huge. And if Nesta was involved?  Cauldron boil her. Would Cassian also be involved? 

A hand gently clawed at her mind, causing her to freeze. It wasn't trying to get in her head. It was already there. Her honey eyes met violet ones as Rhysand leaned back in his chair and sipped his wine.

No, love, keep going. I was enjoying the delicious thoughts you were having. My brothers and I love sharing our toys. You could have Cassian and Nesta, myself and Feyre- His voice was purr that made her shiver with chills as she slammed him back out and watched as he looked at Azriel. 

The winged male's only response was one side of his mouth twitching into a smile before he became unreadable again. 

"Now that Seraphina has been educated on some of the finer matters of life, can we continue?" Kal asked coldly as he leaned back into his chair.

Eris discretely handed his sister back her candy. He shot her one look that said, "Be good," before focusing solely on Tamlin and Rhysand restarting their lovers spat.

Seraphina made eye contact with Azriel again as she slowly put the sucker back in her mouth. Azriel pulled his lower lip into his mouth and tugged the mating bond, praying Rhysand had been right when he said he had found it in her mind, but the female just didn't know what it was. Another way to keep her in the dark and innocent, Azriel thought bitterly.

She made a confused face as she looked down at her chest. Then followed the string to Azriel, lollipop now back in the same trapped position of her lips, If you continue looking at me like that with those pretty lips wrapped around that thing, I am not responsible for what happens next little bunny.

Is what Nesta said true? Azriel felt his leathers growing tight at her curious nature. He could feel desire radiating in their bond. 

Of course. Only, I eat pussy for my pleasure, not yours. And I will eat pussy because I want to. Not because you've wrapped your pretty little mouth on my cock. He had her. He felt her arousal spike as she shifted. I imagine you'll also be the type who sucks cock for your pleasure instead of mine, little mate.

I'd like to learn. He almost came right then and there as he watched her put the candy in her mouth, eyes wide like a doe.

Keep doing that, baby, and I'll be stealing you to teach you much, much more than just whatever bullshit Tamlin told you. Fucking ruin you for anyone else.

Seraphina turned her attention back to the book she had with a small smile, I'm doing emissary work in the Dawn Court all week this week. I'll be alone tonight.

I'll find you.

I look forward to it. 

[absotivelyplushilutely]

Positively SCREAMING about the upcoming Jellycat Autumn release! So many perfect Jellies I could cry.

My picks and honourable mentions are below the read-more (Beware: LONG).

Here are my top 5!

1. Huge Barnabus Pig - If I can buy only one (or even only one Jellycat for the entire rest of the year) this will be the one. I love my Bartholomew and Montgomery in Huge, I collect pig plushies, I was so excited to see the huge coming out. I hope they drop the rest of the series (Archibald and Edmund) in the huge size too, I couldn't resist them. Gotta think of a name that'll work with my Bartholomew and Montgomery (Rumbly Tumbly and Rolly Polly)

2. Floofie St Bernard - Incredible, and they're so big. This is one of my favourite dog breeds. I would looooove to have this one.

3. Viggo Mammoth - They have that droopy/tired eyelid thing I love they're floppy and chunky, and a big size, yes! Love Stellan too.

4. Myrtle Hippo - Chonk! Also the wrinkles by the eye make them look tired/worried which ai find very endearing. Awwwww.

5. The Cuddlebuds - I think I'd have to get them as a set, I couldn't split them up. Their butts appear to be hand sized, they have sleepy eyes ahh yes.

Honourable mentions (in no particular order)...

Top Row left to right:

Snowy Owling - So cute, reminds me of Guardians of Gahoole.

Bryno Dino - Such a sweet friend.

Bottom Row Left to Right:

Stellan Sabertooth - So gorgeous! For some reason I want to put a bowtie on them?

Nessie Nessa - I love them. They kinda give me Fossily Dino but make it Nessie.

Harvey Bear - Chonk! I think they look amazing to cuddle!

Realistically I'd get all of these if I could but I'm not rich and I don't have much room xD if I were to put them all in one list it'd go...

Huge Barnabus Pig

Floofie St Bernard

Viggo Mammoth

Myrtle Hippo

The Cuddlebuds (Myrtle Hippo and The Cuddlebuds [band name called it] are probably tied)

Stellan Sabertooth

Snowy Owling

Nessie Nessa

Harvey Bear

Bryno Dino

My system for picking is very much about cuddles and adventures (or um, potential adventures since I don't get to go anywhere usually xD). I mostly buy ones that will be nicest to cuddle, a selection of ones for photos/adventures, and very occasionally I allow one I'll mostly display or pat. I also limit how many I buy at once, if I can't hug everyone in the order at once then I need to reduce the number. Although it doesn't really come to that these days xD

Lastly here are a few more honourable mentions (but ones that I probably wouldn't get because of my above rules)

Top row, Left to right:

Amuseable Pink and white Marshmallows

Amuseable Doughnut

Amuseable Cream Star

Amuseable Rainbow Birthday Cake

(I'm not usually into the Amuseables, besides the cloud, rainbow, and moon, but these would all look perfect in my bedroom if I could decorate properly)

Second row, Left to right:

Sweater French Bulldog (Purple)

Albert Jack Russell

Georgiana Poodle

Jackson Husky

(I adore the Jellycat dogs, and I always have to fight myself not to buy them all, Jackson Husky is particularly sweet, and I'd be so tempted to dye Georgiana Poodle because she almost looks like my Cockerpoo. One of my rules though is that I have to truly desperately want a plush that is posed in a seated or standing dog position because they're less cuddly. I wish they'd do all of their dogs in a floppy laying down pose [like the Floofies], although I'd never be able to afford them all xD)

Third row, Left to right.

Daphne Pomeranian

Freya Pony

Isadora Unicorn

Adon Dragon

(Also very fond of these, I'd be especially tempted to add Adon to my dragon shelf but as I said, I try not to get too many posed plushies. Freya Pony is particularly stunning and I think if she'd been posed a bit more like Seraphina Pegasus I probably would've put her in my top 5 or 10.)

Fourth row; Left to right:

Spooky Greta Gremlin

Cauldron Cuties

Ooky Bat

Skeleton Bob

(Kinda a themed row. These are awesome and if I had a place to decorate for Samhain I'd love to add them in, plus they're very cute in their own right just as general plush.)

Fifth row; Left to right:

Gomez Gorilla

Little Snake

Timmy Turtle

(Gomez reminds me of Terk from Tarzan which I love, I can't tell if the longer fluff is comparable to Wilf Wolf or if it's more like Gus Gryphon both are good I just want to know. Honestly Gomez looks fantastic though, tempting even! Little Snake is probably one of the cutest snake plushies I've seen. Timmy the Turtle just makes me giggle, he's an angry looking little guy but I think he's just trying to remember if he knows someone xD)

I don't know release dates or anything, chances are I won't be able to buy right away anyway (I'll be lucky to get anything at all honestly 😅) but I'm really happy with what they'll be releasing! I love seeing other people's new Jellies even if I don't get any myself. It's also way more than I expected but I figure it could be two releases one for Autumn and one for Halloween, maybe three if they drop the Amuseable bags as their own set or something.

I figured the Autumn release would be more of a hit with me, I'm just not a Summer person. I'd say it's like they listened to people's requests for bigger Jellycats but realistically I know they design way in advance. Now, if only I could just come into money and a house somehow xD

[shadowqueenjude]

Elain having tea with the girls Seraphina (Lady of Autumn) and Eris (yes, he's one of the girls) exchanging gossip and sharing embarrassing baby Lucien stories. Jurian being the annoying older brother teasing Lucien about Elain mercilessly while Eris is the caring older brother (or sister?) that Lucien never truly got to have, while also being extremely protective of Elain and threatening to wallop Lucien if he doesn't treat her right. Tamlin recovering from his trauma and shapeshifting to become Lucien and Elain's new puppy. Lucien and Elain having twins, one boy and one girl, and Uncle Eris joyfully cradling the babies to his chest and wandering about the gardens Elain has.

[purring-meadows]

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BFI:

We have DSMP alters! That does NOT mean we support it. However, if that somehow makes you uncomfortable, please take your leave quietly. This applies to any problematic source.

"Doubles" are okay! We don't quite believe in exact doubles, considering the complexity of source material ^^

We are fictive heavy! We support all types of (VALID) systems. Whether you are fictive heavy, poly-fragmented, have a low head-count, etc. We like to enforce an open and welcoming environment! :-)

Alter Masterlist::

Ainsley/Zero - brainmade

Amber - brainmade

Ambrose - brainmade

Amy - "I Love Amy"

Apis - "Vigilantes are Wronguns, but this one's okay" Ao3

Asmodeus - brainmade

Atticus - brainmade

Autumn - brainmade

Ava - "Mad Father"

Azalea - brainmade

Azrail - brainmade

Basil - brainmade

Bee - brainmade

Ben - BATQFTIM

Bluebell - brainmade

Box - brainmade

Clarabelle - brainmade

Corbin - Tubbo fictive

Creame - brainmade

Darling/Esmé - brainmade

David - "Lalin's Curse"

Deiderich - brainmade

Derwin - brainmade

Edward - Gotham

Elizabeth - brainmade

Fauve - brainmade

Felix - BATQFTIM

Francis/Frannie - DSMP Fundy fictive

Gabriella - brainmade

Golden Wolf/Ryker - "LUMINE"

Grey - "Stars Align" Nao fictive

Grian - "Hermitcraft"

Grimoire - brainmade

Griselda - brainmade

Holden - "Catcher in the Rye"

Ivory/Snow - brainmade

Jaskier/Dandelion - "The Witcher"

Jihan/June - "My Hot Friend is Glowing"

Karina - brainmade

Kasimir - "Diabolik Lovers"

Kat - "Stars Align" Kanako fictive

Kel - "OMORI"

Kiara - "Danganronpa: Killing Harmony" Kirumi fictive

Kris - "DELTARUNE"

Leviathan - Tubbo fictive

Linnea - brainmade

Lithia - brainmade

Lynx/Aether/Link - "Legend of Zelda" Link fictive, variety of games

Mare - "Red Queen" book series

Mary - "IB"

Mellifleur - brainmade

Merlin - BBC's "Merlin"

Michi - "BNA" Michiru fictive

Miriam - "Black Butler" Mey-Rin fictive

Mirza - brainmade

Mituna - "Homestuck"

Newt - "Maze Runner" movies

Nico - "Percy Jackson" books

Oliver - "Vocaloid"

Oliver/Ollie - brainmade

Peter - "Spiderman" movies

Quill - brainmade

Rayne/Fleur - brainmade

Robin - "Stranger Things"

Rowan - "LUMINE"

Sam - "Supernatural"

Serafim/Seraphina - brainmade

Simon - "Lord of the Flies"

Sloth - "Tokyo Ghoul:Re" Saiko fictive

Sock - brainmade

Sock - "Welcome to Hell"

Sparrow - Tubbo fictive

Spectre - Tubbo fictive

Starla - brainmade

Stitches - "Tokyo Ghoul" Juuzou fictive

Teddy - "Haikyuu!" Yamaguchi fictive

Tilman - Dragon Tubbo fictive

Tobias - "(not) My Family" Tubbo fictive

Toby/Tubbo - CC!Tubbo

Token/Toby/Temple - brainmade

Tubbo/Jester - Tubbo fictive

V - brainmade

Val - brainmade

Vinyl - brainmade

Wanda - MCU movies

Wax - WaxFraud fictive

Widow - "Stranger Things" Henry fictive

Will - "Stranger Things"

Willow/Cedar - brainmade

Zipporah/Quiver - brainmade

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