#need a thousand hugs to heal pls n thanks

[davidtennan-t]

you ever have one of those days where you just feel like:

[maopll]

Hello I'm not sure if my request is allowed since i did not see it on the rules so pls ignore it it is not allowed.

May I request Leona, Jamil, Rook and Malleus with a S/O who is suffering from depression? Another thing is they have caught the reader trying to unalive themselves, and harming themselves, their mental health is also getting worse. I'd like to see the boy's reaction and how they'd comfort their S/O(since it it similar to my current situation).

I understand if you're not comfortable with this request or do not want to do it. I also apologize of it is against the rules. I'd also like to say that I enjoy reading your works a lot. Please take care of yourself. Thank you and enjoy your day!<3

Let me heal your scars

| twisted wonderland !

⌗:, scars on the outside heal after a time. but...are there any methods or medications that can heal the scars inflicted on the inside?....

⌗:, a/n: anon I am comfortable with this request as I myself have gone through similar situations but you need to push through ! I hope you find solace in whatever keeps you happy and please don't do anything that might unalive you ! I love you <3 I have added things I kind of felt when situation like those happened

⌗:, warning: mentions of reader unaliving themselves,, trauma,, mental health issues,, read at your own risk ! angst !

⌗:, pairings: leona, jamil, malleus, rook w/ gn!reader

,,your depression has gotten worse. you still have freakish nightmares and you slowly start to wonder "do I really have any worth?" "maybe I am useless" "it is my fault that I always fail". these thoughts keep plaguing you mind it's as if someone is telling you to just k!ll yourself. maybe you should just?....

LEONA refuses to let anything get to his weakness and he would absolutely hate it when someone or something is the reason his cherished herbivore is going through hard times and having negative thoughts. He believed that when you are with him no dark thoughts would engulf your mind but...not everything can be kept at bay...

whenever you would visit savannahclaw you would most wear short sleeves or if you ever wore a long sleeve it would be mostly during winter but short sleeves were your favourite. However he noticed a sudden change in your clothing pattern with you wearing long sleeves more than often and turtlenecks . He may be laidback but he too once aimed for the throne of a king...

He knew you would never tell him so when you were sleeing in his arms he looked under your sleeves and for the first time he was frightened and covered in cold sweat.

" [name]...why do you have those cuts on your hands and on your neck ?" for the first time, your leona was dead serious with anything and his voice was a decible lower than usual. you knew that you would have to provide an atleast believeable excuse to make him believe. but no matter how much you tried to answer you felt as if you were being engulfed by the floor and damn gravity never felt this heavy.

you burst into tears. the thoughts, the pressure of life, the decisions, everything fell on you like a thousand bricks. he sucked at comforting but he knew hugs were your favourite. he told you to cry as much as you wanted to. he patted your back and offered to listen to everything you've been going through those days.

he may not be able to relate with you but atleast he can lessen the pain you've felt.

JAMIL himself had to undergo some strict training in his childhood but he had to admit that whatever happened with you nothing of the sort happened to him. so he couldn't share the nor understand your feelings but just know...that he will do whatever it takes to help you

you would visit his dorms and sometimes dance with him under the moonlight with passion because it was something you wanted to do, something that would be very intimate but recently he saw less passion in you and frequent absences of your presence on many days. he thought you were busy but there's no way that you would be absent for two weeks right?...

he was on his way to Ramshackle dorm to see what you were doing, and if there were any homework, he might help you with those, but he definitely didn't expect your silhouette standing on the highest balcony railing ready to jump. he was frozen with fear. 'there's no way that YOU would do this..'

as soon as he saw your feet leave the railing, he sprinted to the spot where you might fall, and thank goodness he caught you just before you hit the ground. you have some explaining to do cause he was taken aback, he couldn't grasp what was happening and he was definitely sweating HARD.

" WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING JUMPING OFF THAT RAILING ?! DO YOU WANT TO REALLY KI–" you cut him off by shouting "WHY DID YOU CATCH ME I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE LET ME GO" and that was your last straw as tears flowed out of your eyes like a waterfall and you were sure you were crying like a baby at this point.

Jamil can read the room very well so he sighed and said that you can tell him everything later on and he is sure that it is definitely trauma inducing otherwise you wouldn't have tried to jump off

he know how heartbreaking it would be to see you cry but he wants to let you let go of all the pains and sorrows you have experienced these days.

MALLEUS here has no idea. this man child is learning human emotions because he pretty much grew sheltered so he learns them by looking at you. Things that invoke happy emotions, romantic emotions, sometimes sad emotions but what is this emotion that you're feeling right now?

I feel that he is able to sense emotions that his lover feels. dragon instincts I guess. but while most emotions you feel smelled sweet, strong or sometimes like petrichor..this one smelled like poison ivy. why?

he may be learning but he doubts that those scents were anything but normal. while he did want to ask you about it you would just change the subject. he knew you were hiding something. his instincts are on another level when it comes to you

he sensed that you might be in danger so it's best if he investigated it by himself and not long after did he find blood stained knifes and ropes. he was horrified. to think that the one whom he cherishes so much would be trying to part away from him for eternity, to take away their own life. he can't have you do that. not when he already made up his mind to keep you by himself while he rules.

you made sure to check all your surroundings to see if everything was in place but you failed to notice that one knife was missing which malleus brought out in front of you when you didn't notice him. "[name]...why were you doing this to yourself?..." he was sad and heartbroken. his voice sounded like he was on the verge of crying and so were you. he was the last person you wanted to find out about your...intentions of killing you life...

no matter how much you tried to tell him something your mouth would only open just to close the next moment because you just cannot bring yourself to tell him. you dropped down on the floor telling him that "I just can't do it...I can't deal shit with life...everything around me feels like they are judging me..feel like they will engulf me and no matter what I do I'll just be useless all over again.." he couldn't reciprocate your feelings but he can surely make you feel better. such a person as yourself who stays bright and cheery should not be crying on the floor nor should they feel sorrows. he hugged you close to his chest while he told you that he would listen to everything you want to tell him.

if he can't shield you from sadness and mishaps then how can he call himself a worthy ruler who would protect the people..his people? so he would do anything in his power to make sure you never shed those tears again.

ROOK here knew exactly the moment when you seemed more gloomy and down than usual. you would talk less, eat less, and those eyebags were so prominent that they could be noticed from metres away.

Something is not right...he thought to himself. how could his always cheerful and perfect other half be so under the weather these days. looks like he needs to know about the origin of your sorrows. He is a stubborn one so he is going to and he WILL find out whatever or whoever has cause you pain. He knows for a reason that it's gotta be something from the past looking at how you don't want to tell him and looks like he was right....

he is slowly unfolding your bedsheets, opened your drawers, and investigated your kitchen knife. bigger sorrows usually lead to rash decisions and looks like he was right. he is a master archer and hunter. the smell of blood being too familiar to him to be able to trace the scent in the knife being yours.

he knew that it may be a possibility, but the fact being true makes him feel...crestfallen. how? why? when? all these thoughts raced his mind. he knew your reason for doing these would be even worse and heartbreaking. but he had to confront you and comfort you. so that's when you seeked you out in the middle of the night when you were almost going to drift off to slumber.

"[name]...were you trying to hurt yourself?" your eyes grew wide like saucers. you've never seen rook look so dejected and serious. you told him yes and showed him all the scars that wrapped your body. you felt tears threatening to spill from your eyes and..oh? why do your cheeks feel wet?...

his usual signature smile was now a ghost of itself and he had a frown. he hugged you as tight as possible and let you freely cry all over on his chest. he shushed you softly and told you to tell him everything you went through and let go of those past emotions.

with him here he swears to never let anyone or he himself be the reason of your tears. he can't afford to see his amoureuse stain her beautiful face.

a/n: sometimes you just need to let go of all those who belittled you or trampled over your pitiful self. you should now grow a stronger version of yourself and start your life anew <3

[angelaiswriting]

Jealousy | Vladimir Ranskahov x reader (NSFW)

✎ Pairing: Vladimir Ranskahov x reader

✎ Requested by Anonymous: LOVE your writing 😍 i have another request for vladimir. how about someone flirting with the reader and vlad gets so really jealous which leads to really hot rough and angry sex with him being just himself 🤗 would you pleeaaasee do that? ☺

✎ A/N: Thank you, I’m glad you enjoy what I write! And good God, I am horny and embarrassed now. I think I’m quite terrible at writing jealousy and flirting, but somehow I don’t think it came out that bad... I really hope you enjoy it, let me know! I did my best at the ‘really hot rough and angry sex’, but I know I’m not the best at it even if it’s fun to write (and read) haha I also haven’t re-read this yet because I’m still recovering haha but I hope there aren’t too many mistakes!

✎ A/N 2: on another note, this is kind of connected to The Truth, but you don’t have to read that to understand this if you don’t want to.

✎ A/N 3: I love writing smut too much for my own sake, I swear to God. I’m still very proud of this smut, though, so yeah.

✎ Warnings: slight angst (I hope it’s slight, I’ve been desentizited to angst so I really don’t know) + jealousy, kind of slow burn (?), smut (teasing, oral f/r, masturbation, spanking, sex in general), 18+ ONLY pls, Angela’s smut at its best we all need holy water

Word-count: 7,209 ca. (good luck, you brave reader! May we share our eternity together in hell, where we can keep on talking about all this sinning ❤️ *winks*)

Neither of them knows how the sex started: one minute they were bickering as usual and the next they were lying naked on the kitchen floor, Vladimir’s hips thrusting into her as she sucked a hickey on his neck. It came as such a surprise that they didn’t talk for a day, barely finding the courage to stare at each other.

Even now, just the memory of his body moving above hers, of his hands keeping her thighs open sends a thrill down Y/N’s spine and right to her core. And even though their sexual encounters have been going on for a few months now, it’s their first time she always finds herself thinking about.

Ever since Matt found out about her guest, she’s been sleeping in her bed next to Vlad and slowly, their pretended hostility started to fade. He’s even made sure to apologize by sneaking off one day to fetch his hidden money just to bring it to her, to repay her for her hospitality. She still panics when she thinks about it: she doesn’t want thieves to break in and tear her apartment down just because of a few thousand—hundred of thousands—dollars.

And most importantly, she still has to tell him the truth about tonight. She’s not just going out with some friends to celebrate, she’s going out with Matt and while Vladimir has nothing against Foggy or Karen, he still can’t stand the moron that almost got him killed.

She’s so caught up in her own mind that she almost doesn’t hear Vladimir huff. Swallowing hard, she stares down her naked body just to meet his glare, his body still nestled between her legs. She’s suddenly back to reality and she can’t help but feel sorry for ruining both their fun during oral.

“What’s up?” he groans, nudging her thighs a little wider to better settle his weight on his forearms. His wounds have healed, but they have left scars behind and when he moves up better, they catch her eye.

She shrugs her shoulders and for a second she considers spilling the truth. But just as she thinks of it, she’s sure he would refuse to come if he knew Matt was going to be there. It’s not every day she celebrates her birthday and she wants both her best friend and her kind of boyfriend, kind of friend with benefits to be there to party with her. So she resolves on lying.

“Just scared someone might recognize you,” she mutters, trying to push his head back between her legs. But he doesn’t move and as she meets his eye, she knows he knows she’s lying. He doesn’t inquire, though, and after a moment he goes back to eating her out and this time she makes sure she’s fully there for the experience. Because, heck, he’s the best at oral and none of the guys she’s ever slept with can compare.

*

Her core is still tingling when she gets out of her car and Vladimir notices her legs trembling when he locks the doors. He doesn’t fight back the smirk that grows on his lips and when she notices, she blushes, lowering her gaze to avoid his.

“I will fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week,” he chuckles in her ear as they enter the restaurant.

She snorts at his words, tugging him towards the table she knows her friends are waiting for her at. And as they make their way inside, she’s uneasy once again. “Promise you won’t make a scene,” she begs and he has barely the time to nod that he sees why she’s asking that.

He stills for a second as Karen comes over to hug and greet her, Foggy not far behind. Matt is standing at the table, his signature sunglasses perched on his nose, and he’s frowning—she’s sure everybody there knows why.

But the dinner starts off nicely and the more they stay there, the more smoothly it goes. Vladimir glares at her for the entire duration of the meeting: somehow he ended up sitting between Foggy and Karen while she’s sitting next to Matt. And even though there’s nothing official between the two of them, Vlad doesn’t want his girl near that mudak.

Y/N tries to ignore it and she’s genuinely enjoying the dinner Karen has organized for her. Her friend had been surprised when she told her he was bringing a friend—a male friend—with her and she has bugged her for weeks to make her spill some tea on this guy’s identity. She, of course, knows about Vladimir staying at her place, even if she doesn’t know the whole truth about him, just as Foggy knew: Matt hadn’t been able to keep his hole shut with his colleagues and had had to say something. It wasn’t just because he was pissed a criminal like that Russian guy was staying at his best friend’s house, but because he didn’t want something like him near her.

“So, how did you two meet?” Karen asks, eating more of the fish she’s been dying to order ever since a friend of hers had talked wonders about it.

Y/N almost chokes on the wine she’s sipping and eyes Matt from the corner of her eye. Hell’s Kitchen’s hero doesn’t exactly know the whole story and she’s always dreaded the moment she’d have to tell him, even if nothing bad or illegal had happened back then. “At work,” she answers. She doesn’t want her childhood friend to know she’s known Vladimir Ranskahov for a little longer than two years. “His friend’s dog had been hit by a car and I had to stitch him up.”

“Oh, just the usual,” Foggy chuckles, finishing his potatoes. “I thought it’d be something more… impressive, you know.”

“Oh, shut it!” Karen weakly kicks his foot from under the table and smiles up at Vladimir for a second before turning into Y/N’s direction again. “C’mon, girl, we all wanna know the truth,” she complains. “You know I like to live off other people’s gossip! How long have you been together?”

She knew she shouldn’t have brought Vladimir along. And it wasn’t just because she knew Karen was going to ask a bunch of questions, but because he couldn’t stand her infamous friend.

“Six months,” he blurts out and as he stares at her, it’s as though he’s trying to tell her to doesn’t say a word about that lie.

Matt chokes on his food and it takes him—and Foggy, since he starts patting his friend’s back—a while to recover.

“That’s… surprising!” Karen is excited: Y/N hasn’t gone out with a guy in ages and no one has ever lasted that long, at least not that she knows of—and she knows plenty of things because she’s just as nosy as her friend is.

The dinner goes on as smoothly as possible, but Vladimir can’t but hate how close Matt is sitting next to Y/N. He’s talking loud enough so that just she can hear and she’s giggling, her nose scrunched up a little, her lips tugging into an amused smile. He can feel the rage bubble up in his body and suddenly his stomach is so knotted that he can’t swallow any more food.

There’s no reason to feel like this, he tries to reason with himself while Karen and Foggy talk about something. Y/N is just some girl he has fun having sex with, he tells himself, even if he knows he’s grown way more attached to her than just that. Every day he finds himself waiting for her to come back from work and he loves it when she cuddles up into his side when they watch some Netflix show.

And now, to see them so close… He has to close his eyes and take in a few deep breaths to calm down. But then, just as he opens them, she’s slapping Matt’s shoulder as she says something. His eyes are too focused on her lips, though, and his ears can’t pick up her words. But Matt giggles and much to Vladimir’s horror and anger leans in to peck her cheek as she finishes her wine.

Before he knows it, dinner’s over and he’s been dragged into a club. The music is loud and it deafens him, giving him a pounding headache that seems to throb in the scar he has on his face. He doesn’t even realize he’s ordered vodka until the bartender leaves a shot right in front of him before passing to the next customer.

“You better act nicely with her,” Karen leans up against him to yell those words above the loud volume of the music. “I have a gun, just so you know it.”

He stares at her for a couple of seconds as he downs the contents of his glass: as if she could scare him. He scoffs but follows her nonetheless to the booth the others have settled in.

But there’s only Foggy there and Vladimir’s brows furrow of their own accord.

“Where is Y/N?” he asks. His fingers are twitching at his sides and his jaw is already clenched so hard he can feel the pressure in his teeth.

The guy nods towards the mass of dancing bodies and swallows a sip of the beer Karen bought him without even asking him what he wants—not beer. Vladimir stares at him for a couple of seconds and the only thing he can think about is that he doesn’t like this Foggy guy—he definitely likes him a million times better than Matt, though, so he doesn’t complain.

A groan still makes his way up his throat as his eyes close shut when he turns towards the dance floor. He knows he has no real claims over Y/N, but only God knows how much he’d like to be somewhat official with her. He also despises that blind-my-ass mudak—and he’s made that clear enough times ever since he showed up at her door—and he wants him as far away as possible from his girl.

He’s almost tempted to march down to her and drag her away, but he knows she’s not going to react well at something like that. She’s going to insist Matt’s just a friend, that she hasn’t had a crush on him ever since she turned fifteen, that there’s never going to be anything more than friendship with him—she doesn’t say that the reason is Vladimir himself, though, that he’s the only one she’d like to have something more than a friendship with, even if she’s scared she’d end up in a subway tunnel with her throat sliced open. So he sits down in the booth Foggy has chosen and he tries to stare at anything but those two dancing. Y/N glances at him every now and then and she always smiles at him, but when Matt leans down to yell something in her ear above the music and she bursts out in a fitful of laughter, Vladimir diverts his gaze from them.

Karen’s words as she tries to make conversation are a confused mess in his ears, a thick fog around him as he tries to unclench his jaw and fists. Only Foggy answers her questions and makes small talk with her before he leaves to go have another drink, possibly not beer this time.

“Want me to distract Matt?” Karen’s suddenly leaning against his side, her lips mere millimeters from his earlobe and he’s tempted to kiss her just to prove a point—what point, exactly, he doesn’t even know.

But he’s still surprised by that sudden proximity. He knows she knows he’s not a good guy; maybe she doesn’t know the whole story, his whole past, but she can’t be that oblivious. “What?”

“I know you don’t like him,” she giggles and the make-up on her face seems to shimmer under the light of the club. “He doesn’t like you either, he’s just trying to piss you off.”

Vladimir squints his eyes, eyeing that woman up and down. Her cheeks are flushed a bright shade of pink and he can just imagine his are matching hers: it’s too hot in there and he’s too irritable right now.

“How do you know?” he asks, wishing he’d taken one more shot of vodka.

She shrugs, turning back to the dance floor and scrunching up her nose. “I’ve worked with him for a while, I’ve by now learned when he tries to piss someone off. I…” but she trails off and he doesn’t feel like he’s close enough with her to demand she finishes what she was saying.

“Alright, then.” He nods his head once and stares as Karen stands up.

She struggles to keep her balance on her heels and Vladimir wonders how much she’s drunk in the time he’s drifted off, lost in his anger. He stabilizes her by grabbing her elbow and she smiles up at him as she straightens her back.

Vladimir can’t help but wonder how this girl has decided to help him: they know a lot about each other, but they do so in secret, they’ve both found out stuff without confronting the other but by digging in the shadows. And he knows about her crush on Matt and he wonders how she might feel or if anything happened between the two of them or if she’s feeling as blinded as him.

They both make their way to the mass of bodies dancing and grinding against each other and when Y/N sees him and he’s close enough to her, she turns around and wraps her arms around his neck, taking him by surprise. Suddenly, Karen and Matt don’t exist anymore and all he can feel is her skin on his and his jealousy burning in his veins like an acid.

“I was wondering when you’d join me,” she smirks, swaying her hips in rhythm with his, her chest pressed against his and her lips brushing against his ear.

“I had impression that you were having fun,” he says and he tries not to clench his teeth. He still tightens his hold on her waist and pulls her so close that he manages to immobilize her in the spot. He has started to feel himself press against her thigh a little more with every minute that passes and all he wants is to rub his relationship—or whatever it is—with Y/N in Matt’s face. He wants him to back off, to find himself someone else because he’s still not scared of killing or hurting and he won’t let that annoying lawyer have his way with his girl again.

“Not as much as I could have with you.” She winks, pressing a light kiss on his jaw and brushing the tip of her nose on his skin.

His smell is intoxicating, she can’t help but notice. Even in there, with every sort of smell tickling her nostrils, she can pick up the atrocious smell of his cigarettes and those of his eau de cologne and of that new body wash she bought him last week. He’s everything she’s never asked for and everything she should be running away from, but at that moment, all she can think about is his body pressed against hers, his stubble brushing her cheek as she runs the tip of her nose against his jawline and how badly she wants to devour him.

His thoughts aren’t that different from hers. He’s wanted to push her against the wall and fuck her from behind ever since he saw Matt sitting at their table at the restaurant. Even now, he wants to take her then and there, among all those people, and he really wouldn’t care. He feels like having her to suck him off there, on the dance floor, in front of that mudak that thinks he can do whatever he wants with what is not his.

“We’re leaving,” he announces, unhooking her arms from around his neck.

She frowns and grabs his hand. “Don’t you wanna dance with me?” she pouts before a devilish smirk takes over her lips and she lets her other hand travel down the front of his pants, grabbing him between his legs.

He doesn’t hear her moan from above the music, but he still sees her lips part, her eyes close a little as she stands closer to his body. He’s the one smirking this time and he catches the occasion with both hands and bends down to kiss her right in front of Matt, who’s still standing right there, trying to dance with Karen. Vlad knows Matt’s blind just as he knows Karen’s telling him what’s going on before their eyes. So, when he breaks the kiss and wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist, Daredevil’s clenched jaw doesn’t miss his eye.

“Good night,” he calls, smirking in victory before he leads Y/N off the dance floor and to Foggy’s booth to fetch her coat.

He not-so-patiently waits for her to say bye to her friend before he drags her outside without compliments. They make their way to the car and he grabs the keys she’s handing him.

The traffic that night is intense and they find themselves stuck in a slow congestion. They both can’t wait to be home but to do different things. This one time—just this once—he wants to show her who she belongs to. He’s a Ranskahov and, more than that, not one of the good guys—he doesn’t need redemption, he doesn’t need pity and, more than anything, he doesn’t need nor like to repeat himself. He just wants to have her on all fours on the bed and he wants to spank her and he wants to take her from behind and fuck her until both his dick and her cunt can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t like violence, though, or better, he does, but not in the bedroom and not with a woman, so he knows he’s not going to be that rough with her. She wouldn’t mind though and he knows, she’s already told him more than once, maybe to input him to be rougher and to thrust into her harder and to put his hand around her throat to have just that little bit of thrill and excitement to run down her spine, forcing her to wrap harder around his cock as he takes her.

At a red traffic light, he turns his head to look at her and he finds her already staring at him. She’s hiked the skirt of her dress up her thighs as far as it can go and she’s smirking again mischievously, one hand between her legs. She’s not moving it, he knows it, the hand is still, merely pressing against her panties. But then, as he swallows and she watches his Adam’s apple bob up and down, her fingers start to move and before he even realizes it, she’s moved her panties to the side so that she could really touch herself.

His hand is quick to catch her wrist and he only needs a look to make her stop as he has to start moving again.

The ride home feels as long as an eternity. It takes him all his will-power not to pull over and take her there, on the car seat. He’s straining again his pants and his mind feels foggy; for a second he fears he won’t be able to drive much longer: her skirt is still hiked up under her butt and her thighs are there, staring at him, almost calling him and all he can think about are his hands wrapped around those limbs, his fingertips pressing bruises on her skin.

She feels the same and he knows it, he sees it in the way her thighs brush against each other, trying to find some friction. He doesn’t stop her, he doesn’t mind at all—the mere idea of her being that wet even without him touching or teasing her is enough to make him twitch in his briefs.

They both can barely walk straight as they step into the lobby of her apartment complex and he doesn’t think twice when he pushes her into the (finally fixed) elevator.

She gasps as her back presses against the cool metal wall, her naked shoulders immediately covering in goosebumps as the skin makes contact with the metal.

“Were you trying to slip into blind cretin’s pants?” he groans, pressing himself against her and she gasps again. “When you could have this?” he goes on, pushing a leg between hers and grinding against her thigh.

But they’re both smirking—they both know each other’s games by now. The only thing Vladimir doesn’t know is that she did it on purpose. She’s never been good at flirting, but she did her best with Matt because she knows how Vlad’s mind works—and it’s one of the most entertaining minds she’s ever met when it comes to the bedroom. A thrill runs down her spine and she can feel it reach her toes. When her brain finally manages to pick up the erection he’s pressing against her thigh, her knees almost give up. They almost give up just as they almost keep her standing: her knees bend a little and she ends up pressing her core harder against his thigh and her head flies back to rest against the wall behind her back, her eyes lidded as she tries not to moan.

He nudges her: he presses his knee higher up against her as he nips the skin of her neck. “So?”

Y/N’s tempted to bite back with something, something that she knows is going to turn him even wilder. But her brain can’t seem to be able to cooperate and she barely manages to moan a soft ‘no’ as her turgid nipples press against her bra, making her aware of how uncomfortable that sensation is.

Just as she’s managed to make her brain function a little to grind against his leg, the doors of the elevator open and he’s now dragging her out towards the door of her apartment.

And suddenly, it’s like being in one of those cliché movies: he’s slamming the door open and then shut and he’s pressing her against it as he kisses her hard, leaving her breathless. She loses the ability to function once again: she desperately wants to grab his biceps, to move her head to kiss his jaw and his neck and to suck hickeys on his skin, but the truth is, she’s barely able to breathe as his hand presses against her clothed pussy. The feeling of the pressure of his thumb against her clit is enough to empty her mind and tear a low moan from her throat.

“You think you can tease me like that?” he growls, his breath hot on the side of her neck. His thumb pats her clit two times and all she can do is pant as all she wants to feel is his tongue and his mouth on her. “Think you can touch yourself in car?”

She breathes hard as she tries to calm down because she knows he’s waiting for her answer. It takes her a while, but after a couple of minutes she’s able to mutter: “It’s my car.”

None of them cares, though. To her, his jealousy is just a game and she’s willing to play; to him, it’s no game because he really doesn’t want that mudak’s hands (or any other man’s, for that reason) on her, whether it’s on her shoulder or on her cunt. Both of them know how it’s all going to end, though, and neither of them is willing to stop or change.

And so he shushes her silent as he picks her up in his arms, his hands grabbing and groping her ass. Involuntarily, they press against each other and moan, and he stumbles in the dark as he carries her towards the bedroom. Part of him desperately wants to take her on the kitchen island or on the floor, but another part of him wants to fuck her raw into the mattress.

He groans as his hips thrust up against her of their own accord and he groans again when she finally manages to come back to her senses and she starts nipping and sucking the skin of his neck, her arms wrapping tighter around him so that she can press her chest closer to his.

They both almost come right then and there, with one foot in the bedroom and the other still in the corridor as Vladimir struggles to switch on the lights.

“Undress,” he orders as he puts her back down on the ground.

He doesn’t wait for her to start: he gets rid of his jacket and quickly unbuttons his shirt. They both stare at each other as they step out of their shoes and he has to help her unzip her dress, for she can’t reach the zipper. His hands push the straps down her shoulder and his calloused skin brushing against hers makes her shiver in delight even before he has the time to trail them down her back following the line of her spine.

He has to remind himself he wants to fulfill one of both their fantasies, for his body has already started to get even closer to hers so that he can press his straining erection against the curve of her ass. “Take it off,” he whispers then and he takes a step back as he unbuckles his belt.

She turns around to face him and he stares at her, his face blank and his usual frown on display. As the dress slides down her body, he notices he can barely think in English—not that he’s ever been that good at it (both at English and at thinking). He doesn’t miss the hiss that escapes her lips as the cool air of the room hits her skin and her perky nipples are the only thing he can stare and think about for a couple of seconds before he orders her to position herself on the bed and on all fours.

Y/N complies with a smirk: she walks backward toward the bed and her hands slide up her sides until they grab her boobs and lightly pull on her nipples. And she smirks again when she hears him groan and his hand absentmindedly goes to grab his dick from above his pants.

When she’s settled on the bed, her weight resting on her forearms and knees, Vladimir takes off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground as he takes a step forward. His original intentions are to stay fully dressed until he finally thinks she’s had enough teasing, but this time he cannot listen to his own brain. So he unbuttons the button of his pants and he hastily takes them off before doing the same with his briefs. He can’t help but sigh as the constricting environment of his clothes disappears and there’s no more pressure teasing his dick.

Then, as he takes another step forward and his knees bump against the mattress, he sees the wet stain of her arousal on her panties and he can’t help but grab his erection at the base and squeeze it once, his belt still in his other hand.

“Bozhe moy,” he mutters as he kneels behind her and he licks his lips.

His free hand reaches out and before he’s able to notice it, it slaps down on her right buttcheek. She gasps out loud and turns back to stare at him, but he’s too focused on the jiggling of her ass and on the faint red mark his hand has left behind on the skin that’s not covered by her panties.

He grins when he notices her staring. He soothes the sting on her buttcheek with his hand before he pushes her on the mattress, bending above her and pressing down against her back. The position is uncomfortable for what he wants to do, but he still manages to tie her wrists with his belt without crushing her under his weight.

“Are you going to slap my ass?”

He can practically hear her smirk even without seeing it. He doesn’t answer, but when she pushes her ass up against him, he kneels back up and slaps her again.

“Does this make you harder?” she purrs, moaning when he gives her clothed pussy a light slap to silence her.

“Does this make you wetter?” he bites back, bending forward and mock-biting her buttcheek. “Oh, da, it does,” he mocks her, pushing her panties to the side and sliding a finger along her opening.

He licks his fingertip clean before he pushes her panties down her legs and pulls her up on her knees so that he can give her a nice look. She’s glistening in the light of the lamps and he can’t help but inhale sharply as he gives his prick a gentle tug.

She whimpers at his touch and then again when his finger leaves her. And then once more, when he exhales loudly from his nose and the air hits her sensitive skin.

“Not one word,” he commands, his hands massaging the soft skin of her ass and of the back of her thighs.

His hand crashes down on her buttcheek again and when he looks down, the head of his cock is twitching. It makes him groan, just as her gasp followed by that lewd moan seems to pull at his abdominal muscles.

“Do you wish Matt was fucking you?” he asks, tilting his head to the side as he lets his hands travel up her back and move to her sides to brush against her breasts. The mere thought has his anger to boil through his veins. The idea of that guy fucking this girl literally makes him see red.

Y/N shakes her head no and Vladimir’s pleased to see she’s not saying a word—she usually doesn’t listen to him and does as she pleases. But maybe this time she knows the pleasure at stake is too much to simply give up on it.

“Did he make you wet?” he hums, moving her hair to the side so that she’s not blinded. He presses himself against her ass and she pants as her eyes roll back into her head at the feel of him, so hard and hot pressing against her dripping core. “So wet you had to touch yourself in front of me?” Another blow hits her slowly reddening ass and, just as before, he stares at its jiggling movement with a smirk on his face.

She moans out a weak ‘no’, but his orders were ‘no words’, so both his hands smack down at the same time on her cheeks. He’s still holding back, though, for hurting her is the very last thing he wants; so he always soothes the stinging pain away and he presses his thumbs into her skin to brush on his handprints.

“You wanted to tease me, didn’t you?” His breath is burning hot against her sensitive and raw skin and his tongue feels even hotter when he licks a stripe up her buttcheek.

Another moan tears its way out of her lips and when he raises his head up, he sees her nodding against the mattress, her eyes closed, her lips parted. She looks like a vision and he has to resist the impulse to jerk off and come all over her ass.

“Is that so?” Another grin plasters itself on his face as he mutters those words under his breath. He gives himself another slow but firm tug and he hisses as he wipes his thumb across the angry red head of his dick. He wants to be inside her so badly it’s almost hard to breathe.

When he bends forward again and he’s forced to press his hips into her backside, they both moan lowly. The quick rise and fall of his chest against her back has his mind to stop working for a second as his nipples brush against her skin.

Underneath him, she doesn’t move. She lies there with her ass pressed against his hips and her cunt pressed against his erection and that’s enough to make it hard to think and even to keep breathing as her breath gets caught in her throat.

Vladimir’s hands caress her sides as his head rests uncomfortably in the crook of her neck and when they reach her boobs to not-so-gently squeeze them, she’s terribly aware of her vagina clamping down onto nothing. And so she pushes herself back against him.

He doesn’t like the movement, though. Or, better, he does, he loves it because it just-so-perfectly makes her dripping lips brush against the underside of his dick and he can practically feel his blood throb through the vein that runs up almost from base to tip. But in his ‘no words’, ‘don’t move’ was included—and even if it weren’t, he’d still use it as an excuse to keep up with his actions.

“And since you wanted to tease me so bad,” he whispers into her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe, “I might as well indulge your dirty game.”

She gasps as she opens her eyes: she doesn’t fully know what his words imply, but she knows it’s more than she can stand without risking a heart failure. “Vlad…” she moans, but he tuts her and when he pulls on her nipples, she jolts against him and she almost comes.

Vladimir smirks, but deep down he hopes she won’t go out flirting with other men if she really wants to be with him.

He stands back up on his knees and blows another slap on her ass before he drags a finger from her clit to her perineum. Maybe next time he’s going to ease her into anal sex, he thinks with another smirk. He keeps moving his finger in the same way for a couple of minutes before he cups her sex with one hand, while the other massages her ass. “Keep still,” he orders.

His legs push hers a little wider and he settles between them, sitting on his heels, as he decides how to proceed. There are so many things he’d like to do to her that it’s hard to think of one to start.

Y/N waits not-so-patiently for him to make his move, but she’s already on edge, not knowing what he’s going to do to her, how he’s going to touch her and when. It comes as a surprise when he lays down on his back, his head below her hips and his feet on the floor. He pulls her down and his stubble brushing against the inner side of her thighs makes her walls convulse again and she has to close her eyes as she pulls up better on her forearms.

Her lungs stop working when his lips latch themselves around her clit and even if it’s just a couple of seconds, it feels like a century. When she comes back, it’s just because he’s slapped her ass again and the groan he’s just let out against her forces her to tumble over the edge and lose her focus again. She tries hard not to crush his face, but her upper body still falls back down onto the mattress when keeping her weight on her forearms becomes too hard. She almost—almost—feels humiliated by that sudden climax, but she justifies it on how badly she’s always wanted to try some spanking.

Vladimir doesn’t ride out her orgasm: he gets out from under her and stands back up on his feet. His erection is so sensitive by the lack of attention that it almost hurts when he stands up abruptly and its head bumps against his abdomen. He hisses out loud and tries to think about something else because the temptation to touch himself is way too strong. He will never admit it, but he loves it when she teases him, just as he knows it’s all going to be worth it when he’ll finally thrust into her. He just has to resist a little longer, he tries to remind himself. Just a little bit longer, so that he can teach her a lesson—because he doesn’t hope to kick Matt out of her life, he knows that’s not possible; for now all he can do is mark her up as much as possible and, with time, that masked motherfucker will pick up on the hint.

She’s still panting and shivering when he pulls her back up on her knees. Another moan leaves her lips when he kisses her lower back. She tries to whisper a ‘please’, but her prayer gets stuck in her throat when he slowly pushes a finger inside her cunt. Her walls squeezing it are almost more than she can take, so she closes her eyes and settles for just enjoying whatever kind of teasing he’s going to deliver—and as long as he’s going to let her cum, she’s all in for whatever awaits her.

Vladimir’s movements are slow and this time he doesn’t touch her clit—at least, not immediately. He massages the pad of his finger along the back wall of her vagina in just the perfect way she loves while with the other hand he cups his balls. Their skin is so tight that he really doesn’t know how he doesn’t come at that contact and for a moment he wishes he weren’t that stubborn just so that he could screw her.

Her hips start to push back against his hand and she gasps and moans every time she comes in contact with the heel of his hand. He knows it’s an instinctive movement, so he keeps quiet—he actually tries not to moan because he secretly loves it when she disobeys him.

He adds another finger just when she doesn’t expect it and he has to fight against the tight embrace of her walls and quickens up his pace just a little bit. And as he stares at her dripping core, he can’t help but thrust his hips forward.

He doesn’t touch her, but she still feels the movement behind her and this time she manages to choke out that same ‘please’ she hadn’t been able to pronounce before. And suddenly, she’s pushing back against his hand with more vigor and as he pushes a third finger into her, stretching her pussy, she voluntarily disobeys him: she’s somehow managed to free herself from his belt and she now props herself up on one forearm as her other hand travels down her right breast, gropes it and then proceeds lower, across her belly and down to her clit.

It doesn’t take her long to come a second time and this time, after removing his fingers from her, Vladimir thrusts into her tight pussy in one swift, hard movement.

She’s given no time to recover, for he slaps her ass again—this time with his slick-covered hand (and Y/N’s going to swear it stings and arouses her more)—and settles a quick pace.

“I told you not to move,” he pants as he bends forward, pressing his chest against her back. He feels like an animal, fucking her from behind in that position, bent forward above her as he gropes one of her breasts with his hand and sucks hickeys on the skin of her back. But he really doesn’t care: she feels just so wet and hot around him, her walls squeezing and massaging his aching erection, his balls so tight that they barely slap against her.

And she just feels the same as he thrusts into her and she tries hard to keep breathing. Somehow, he feels bigger than usual and she doesn’t know whether it’s because she’s been so aroused all night, helped by her drinks, squirming to have him inside her, that now she’s simply tighter and more on edge than she usually is. Because she has to admit it, she’s enjoyed teasing Vladimir and making him jealous more than she actually cares to admit.

His hips slap against her backside every time he pushes back in and she’s so wet that a slick sound accompanies every thrust.

Then, just as she’s had the chance to think again, she loses it when his hand leaves her boob and tickles down her belly. His fingers draw quick circles on her clit, sign that he’s closer to orgasm than she thought, and with the added pressure of her walls squeezing his dick caused by his fingers’ movement, his thrusts get wilder and stronger and they both find themselves rocking back and forth on their knees.

He comes before her and the feel of him twitching and ejaculating inside her spurs her mind and arousal even further. It still takes him a couple of seconds—with Vladimir’s fingers still working on her clit—to send her into the embrace of bliss. She’s barely aware of him still sloppily thrusting into her, his weight crushing her on the mattress: her body shivers against his as she whimpers and clamps down harder on him. His hot breath in the crook of her neck is the only real thing she knows is real, the rest feels like a dream as her body struggles to come back to reality.

They both whimper when he pulls out and without his body pressed flush against her, she’s back to being aware of the tender skin of her ass after Vladimir’s spanking session. But she doesn’t have the time to complain about his breath on her reddened skin as he bends forward because his fingers are pushing his cum back into her pussy and the mere gesture makes her moan again. She was so caught up in her own arousal and pleasure that only now she notices he didn’t use a condom and had she known before, she would have enjoyed her first time being fucked raw more.

Before she has the time to utter a word, Vladimir is helping her turn on her back. He stares down at her with a crazy grin on his lips and she can’t help but smile as he massages her wrists.

“I tied you for a reason,” he says, his mouth trailing down to her breasts.

She’s out of breath, her legs still shivering, so all she can muster is a breathy giggle before his lips latch onto her nipple. And this time she’s so out of breath that she can only arch her back and squirm against him. She feels oversensitive everywhere: between her legs, where his balls are pressing as his cock rests on her abdomen, and on her whole body, even where he hasn’t touched her yet.

When he gets up with a wet pop and crawls backward on the bed to bend down and be eye level with her pussy, she knows his teasing—just like the night—is not over yet. And as his tongue licks her entrance, swiping up her and his own juices, her eyes roll back again.

Wow. Isn’t this the filthiest shit I’ve ever written or am I tripping?

On a serious note, how is my jealousy/flirting game? Any tips on getting better at it? 😅

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(completed) acowar liveblog

ACOWAR LIVE BLOG (SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY)

spoilers will be ahead... you have been warned

feel free to message me to talk about the book!

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5/1/17 11:22pm- someone help me I've literally preordered the ebook and the hardcover (which hasn't even shipped yet ugh) and I'm so prepared 

5/1/17 11:31pm- I've read the first 8 sample chapters so. many. times... i'm ready for the real thing now pls thx bye

5/2/17 12:06am- IT TOOK TILL 12:06 FOR THE EBOOK TO RELEASE OMG MIDNIGHT RELEASE MY BUTT SMH

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chapters 1-8: i kinda like jurian actually (maybe ill regret saying that idk), lucien being protective of elain is making my heart warm, tamlin makes me wanna kill someone, feyre shouldve cut ianthe’s throat tbh, the twins give out such weird vibes, AND OMG rhys and feyre sending images of themselves sticking their tongues out is my moodboard i love it so much

chapter 9: “Blood rubies or no, you will always have one friend in the Summer Court.” My throat bobbed. “And you will always have one in mine,” I promised her. She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid. I LOVE ALIS OK SHE IS ACCEPTING AND PROTECTIVE AND AMAZING

ianthe needs to get her filthy hands off of lucien before i strangle her

LUCIEN AND FEYRE GOING TO THE NIGHT COURT TOGETHER HECK TO THE YES 

chapter 12: @luciens brothers can you go die pls ok thx bye

chapter 13: CASSIAN IS OK AND SO IS AZ ADHEIOFHJKFAJ MY LIFE IS SLOWLY PIECING ITSELF BACK TOGETHER

“i am the high lady of the night court” hECK YES YOU ARE

the tender cassian and feyre hug made me sob even more and then the mor hug hauidfghuajkshcdfa the feels

chapter 14: I AM SOBBING I AM S O B B I N G AT THIS FEYSAND REUNION HELP MY POOR BROKEN SOUL

also omg just imagine lucien watching this reunion bc i think his expression would be absolutely priceless

chapter 15: “I was in love with Feyre,” Rhys said quietly, “long before she ever returned the feeling.” whats that noise??? oh yeah its just the sound of my heart breaking no big deal

“I revealed the mating bond months later—and she gave me hell for it, don’t worry.” hA 

LUCIEN CALLING AMREN A CRANKY OLD AUNT OMG

chapter 16: poor nesta and elain omg no 

i really need to know whats going on between nesta and cassian bc theres def something there hehe

chapter 17: MOR AND CASSIAN AND STICKING THEIR TONGUES OUT TO EACH OTHER TOO NOW OMG FIRST FEYRE AND RHYS AND NOW THEM WHAT IS HAPPENING

chapter 18: “defending the female he loved”  PLS JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY @MOR @AZRIEL 

“our family” MY HEART IS MELTING HELP I JUST WANT MY BABIES TO BE HAPPY

“It was the first time you had looked … peaceful. Like you were indeed awake, alive again. I was so relieved I thought I’d puke right onto the table.” GUYS RHYS CARES SO MUCH ABOUT FEYRE LIKE PLS REALIZE HE WAS SO ECSTATIC THAT SHE LOOKED ALIVE AGAIN HE WANTED TO PUKE BC HE CARES ABOUT HER SO. FREAKING. MUCH.

“I will fight with everything I have, too, Rhys. Everything.” why do i have the feeling this is foreshadowing something that i am not going to like at all

chapter 19: “Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?” this is how true love starts out 400% you go nesta 

chapter 21: oh dang it here goes the nightmares starting up again

chapter 22: feyre sees the bone carver as their son omg what can this please happen

chapter 23: “Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.” *cue me audibly going awwwwww*

chapter 24: “She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.” This seems to be a common way of thinking when people look at their mates hehe throwback to acotar

az is such a bean like who else is awesome enough to wait 500 years for the girl he loves 

chapter 26: AZRIEL PUTTNG HIS HAND ON TOP OR MOR’S DURING THE MEETING WITH KIER OMG WHY MUST SHE REJECT HIS TENDER HAND TOUCH

chapter 27: mor being depressed bc of what she witnessed at the meeting makes me wanna cry

omg the inner court arguing what is this

chapter 29: tbh az reminds me of myself so much and i think we have the same MBTI personality type((:

chapter 30: the heck is hybern’s little minions doing in velaris nonunion go home you aren't allowed here

chapter 32: NESTA IS A SEER WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

chapter 33: “He did not glance back at Elain. Did not see the half step she took toward the stairs—as if she’d speak to him. Stop him.” elucien for rulers of the autumn court pls

chapter 34: varian warning amren??? they're friends?? so they keep in touch?? hmmmmmmm sounds suspicious(((;

chapter 36: KING OF HYBERN VS RHYS OMG WHAT AM I ABOUT TO WITNESS

oh jk he wasn't really there oops

chapter 38: I think tarquin should forgive them especially since they came to his rescue but hey thats just me

chapter 39: “And it was precisely because of it that I said, “I love you.” His head lifted, eyes churning. “There was a time when I dreamed of hearing that,” he murmured. “When I never thought I’d hear it from you.” 

nesta being worried ab cassian ahhhhhh

chapter 42: nesta being named emissary omg i love it

“And to my eternal shock, a smile tugged at Nesta’s mouth.” ahaha

GAMBLING ON THE FIGHTS AT THE MEETING AHAHA WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED AT ALL

chapter 43: this viviane girl seems cool.. i hope she doesn't end up stabbing my babies in the back:)))

ew no i was perfectly fine with having tamlin absent for the remainder of the book

same @feyre who is 500% done with tamlin and his crap 

chapter 45: NESTA STANDING UP FOR CASSIAN AND SASSING OUT BERON IS THE REASON IM STILL ALIVE 

chapter 47: I'm beginning to really like helion

chapter 48: too bad i already saw spoilers so i knew helion was luciens dad smhhhhhhh

ok but like if nesta thinks something is wrong, shouldn't you have learned by now that something is usually wrong???????

wow would ya look at that...something was wrong *scowls*

chapter 52: where the frick frackle jensen ackle did jurian come from 

chapter 53: ok but i totally called jurian being good

....tamlin still being a tool i see 

chapter 55: they keep mentioning their dad so i have a feeling he's in trouble/being held captive

chapter 56: nesta helping heal cass omg yes

YES MY GIRL SURI

chapter 58: I've never wanted ianthe dead more,,,,WHO DARES SHOOT MY GIRL SURI HREIAOFHJAKEF FIGHT ME

chapter 60: i literally bawled so much when suri died omg i sounded like a dying horse

chapter 61: this episode of honestly hour features feyre and mor going head-to-head about decisions and relationships... stay tuned for the next episode

chapter 62: amren and varian kissing hm how do i feel ab this

chapter 63: ELAIN IS AN ACTUAL SUNSHINE WHO DARES TAKE HER AWAY (of course its az my little bean who notices she's gone)

also I'm betting ten bucks lucien will find her and save her (prolly not gonna happen but it would be cute if he did)

chapter 64: EW SHE HAS TO BE IANTHE WOW THATS UNFORTUNATE

rhys and feyre’s goodbyes felt more like a pep talk than a sad goodbye but thats just me

ok thanks for saving feyre @tamlin but for the record i still hate you

chapter 65: omg nesta hugging feyre and all the sisters being all nice and cuddly makes me so happy

chapter 66: the moriel shipping part of me is very sad but yunno maybe this means i can keep az for myself (or elain can have him idk which direction sarah will take this) and mor can be eternally happy((:

sooooo does this mean elain x az is now gonna happen bc like az is gonna need someone to help heal the hole in his heart and elain is such a sweetie but what about lucien????

chapter 68: but are we ever gonna know what feyre saw in the mirror?

chapter 69: tender az and elain moment omg that was so cute i love my smol beans

“I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have … The wait was worth it.” AWEEE

rhys and his lil speeches to everyone dang what is this

chapter 70: “And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over. “CASSIAN.” IM SUCH NESSIAN TRASH IDOFHAJDKFA

chapter 71: “This was it. The last moments … the last time I would see them all.” nothings even happened yet and I'm already crying

“He told me that he’s got three daughters who live here. And that he failed them for many years. But he would not fail them this time.” well shoot i have no words rn and tbh i kinda forgot their dad existed the past few chapters

chapter 72: “She wrapped her arms tightly around Cassian, those gray-blue eyes bright, then they were gone.” THEY GIVE ME LIFEEEE YESSSS

chapter 73: OK AMREN WHAT ARE YA DOIN???

chapter 74: ....welp... bye bye mr archeron thanks for saving my babies and also wHERE THE FRICK DID YOU COME FROM?? nesta and elain and feyre being sad is making me sad

OK WHY IS CASSIANS WINGS GETTING HURT AGAIN??? i feel like this is sarah starting a new thing like “hey! lets just end every book with cassian’s wings getting ripped to shreds!!”

“I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.” FRICK OMG THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE MOMENT I BECAME COMPLETE NESSIAN TRASH. AND THEN THE KISS. OH MY. I CANT. I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

and elain coming to the rescue omg heck to the yes

chapter 75: nesta stabbing the king is tHE BEST. i can't just feel the pure rage and emotion radiating out of her as she twists the blade in his neck. think of the people she's doing it for. her dad, her sisters, her new family, cassian. this scene gives me so many feels

amren saying she's glad she met feyre awe

chapter 76: AHHHH RHYS IM SOBBING NO FEYRE HDAUKHJD AHHHH WHY DID RHYS DIE ON PAGE 666

chapter 77: feyre screaming for rhys nononononono i feel my soul shattering

rhys was DEAD and he comes back making a JOKE....why is this not surprising

chapter 78: lucien is back ahhhh it feels like he was gone for the whole book tbh

yes drakon and miryam hauifheajkdfhajfha

chapter 81: RHYSAND’S POV YESSSS

talking about feyre’s “beautiful laugh” ahhhhhh they're sooooo cuteeee

chapter 82: i LOVE the fact the book ended with them all peaceful. they deserve it. i love everyone. i am happy. goodbye.