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Elain and Azriel in the bonus chapter: *just two consenting adults, trying to act on their mutual attraction for one another*

Half the ACOTAR fandom:

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These past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you. About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture. But one which I cannot, will not, do not want to give up.

Literally one hot carriage hookup and five minutes later:

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size kink!King Simon Riley x virgin!reader.

Simon's never fucked a virgin before. never had an appetite for them, really. the type he prefers are easy prey. the ones who'll let him rut his fat cock into them until he cums, who always marvel at how big he is. everywhere. who wimper through the stretch, brows pinched tight and fists balled up, but can't fight the victory in their eyes when they reach the bottom, taking him to the root. proud, then, that they conquered this particular beast. he's fine with what he has. really—

but then he finds you. and it's over when your little fawn eyes fall on him, bringing this massive beast to his knees.

the only problem is. he's too big. much too big for you.

he can't fuck you properly so he pushes his cock against your slit, squeezes your thighs tight together, and ruts you like this. a pale imitation of the real thing, of course. but he gets off on how small you look under him, how he pushes out from between your thighs with each stroke, leaking precum all over your belly. marking you.

sex with you is him breaking your pussy in on his thick, rough fingers. one has you wincing, teeth clenched tight. like you've never been touched before. fuck. sweet as pie, aren't you? then two. a tight fit, but he makes it work. suckles on your clit until you gush around him, pussy knotting up around his knuckles like a vice. three is evidently more than you can handle. you howl into the sheets as he forces another finger inside, tongue laving over the stretched skin of your cunt. makes it up to you by wringing out several orgasms with his fingers pressed inside of your cunt, his tongue glued to your clit. his jaw, chin, and neck are drenched, and he basks in tang of you while you wimper against his chest, little sniffles dying out as he cuts his big palm over your pussy, holding you like that. owned. claimed. (almost) all his.

when he isn't fingering you, or spreading you over the sheets, thighs stretched wide over his shoulders as he buries his face into your sweet, sweet pussy, he likes to tap the head of his cock against your slit, admiring the sheer vastitude of your differing sizes. his cock slides between your thighs in a way that it almost garish to look at. awful. strokes his cock the sight of it as he makes you suck on his fingers, and play with your nipples. cums all over your chest, your face. makes you cum all over his, too. it's only fair, after all.

or it's just the tip—literally—because that's the most he can push inside of you before you're whining his name, little fists pounding his chest, pushing him back, trying to get this battering ram out of your sore, stuffed pussy. so he settles for working you open on three fingers, his tongue. loosening you up as much as he can before pushing the head of his fat cock inside of you until you start whimpering out his name. too much, too much, too much—

and then he leans back on his haunches to watch as your hands stroke along his shaft, letting just the head of his cock shallowly fuck into you, stretching your cunt out around him. it's obscene. lewd. he thinks he can smell brimstone clogging his nose, flaming licking his skin, with each inch he forces you to take. gets off on the sight alone, of him greedily giving you another inch. and then another. another. can already see the bulge in your belly. the heavy outline of his thick cock splitting you apart.

he cums inside of you like this. just the tip, fuckin' hell. cumming in your pussy as you masterbate his cock and whine at the too full, overstuffed feeling of him filling you up.

he can't help but to imagine what it would be like when you finally give in, when he pushes the full length of himself into you, splitting you apart around his considerable girth—

feels his cock pulse in response, spitting more spend out into your drenched cunt, plugged up nice and tight around him.

Simon knows you were made for him (and him alone). it's just that some toys need to be broken in before you can play with them. he'll see to it that you're broken in just right.

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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

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ive already expressed this sentiment over on my twitter but im praying that sarah writes azriel's pov az the most pathetic, most yearnful, most downright desperate male pov of any book thus far. i need him literally begging (preferably on his knees), whining, pining...

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kya clark is like the dream tumblr girl

lives in the woods away from people #cottagecore

writes books and draws for a job

has no female friends and guys are in love with her because she's #not like other girls

killed a man #girlboss

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Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

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the most interesting thing about a man is his girlfriend or wife

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life is seriously so depressing lol like can i just live in my smutty daydreams forever

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Toxic ex boyfriend Ghost breaks into your house and waits for you to get home from your date. God forbid you ever bring them home when he’s there, he’ll fuck you with his hand wrapped around your throat, their blood coating his busted up knuckles

Toxic ex boyfriend Soap likes to make fake dating profiles, just to match with you and lead you on under fake alias’. He arranges a cinema date, telling you he’s running late and that he’ll meet you inside. And of course he acts surprised when you go to smack him in the face in the middle of the screening room, but it doesn’t stop your legs from spreading and allowing him to slip three of his fingers in you, hidden under your coat, once you’ve calmed down

Toxic ex boyfriend Price comes up to you and your date, and introduces himself as the only man who can make you come with his mouth. He can’t help but smirk when you turn up at his door later that evening scowling, but no less wet than when he spoke those works earlier on

Toxic ex boyfriend Gaz does illegal background searches against your dates, just to find even a slither of negative information he can use to blackmail them to leave you alone. And when you light up his phone, all sad and needy because you’ve been ghosted, again, begging for him to help you get off, he’s grinning like a Cheshire Cat

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if my man doesn’t make me feel like so high school is playing in the background, i don’t want him

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albums are not paternity tests

"This is a Joe Alwyn album" "This is a Matty Healy album" shut up shut up SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!! Swifties are so annoying, this is a TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY IS YOUR FIRST REACTION TO ASSIGN THINGS TO A MAN!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!!!!

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i’m in serious need of a domestic simon riley fanfic cause all the fics you can find on ao3 are in warzone setting and i’m a pillow princess so you definitely won’t find me gearing up and shooting stuff anytime soon lol

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