Once Again, Maven Is Beautiful I Literally Don't Care What Anyone Says He's So Pretty. Like That Type

The only thought in my head at any given moment:

bro i love Maven so much😞

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE cmbyn but you have to admit a relationship between a 17 yo and a 24 yo is a little 👀👀👀

We need Rhysand’s backstory!!!

Feysand antis simply can not comprehend or remember the novel. You could quite literally debunk everything they say with a page number. It’s not even funny, their arguments either didn’t happen in the book or they twist something to make their favs the victim. It’s no in between..

women be downloading pdfs

In the Tent

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader. Summary: In a tent with Azriel and the reader is in absolute heat😩 Warnings: 18+, smut, soft!dom!Az, fingering, pet names (bunny, good girl). Word count: 857.

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“(Y/N)? What are you doing?” You took in the sight of the shadowsinger, laying in his bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as you entered his tent. 

You didn’t respond as you climbed into his bed and cuddled up next to him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you.

You’d gone on a trip with the Inner Circle to one of the Illyrian camps. You each had your own tent, but you didn’t feel like sleeping alone. 

“I’m lonely,” you responded, burying your face in his neck. “And cold.” 

He held you tighter to warm you up, kissing the side of your head. You began kissing his neck as his warmth began to seep into you. 

“You’re freezing,” he murmured, a shiver running down his spine from the feeling of your ice cold lips on his skin. You smirked.

“I can think of a way to warm me up faster,” you said against his neck. You’d had moments like this with Az before - little kisses, maybe a cuddle session here or there, but it never went any further than that. His body went impossibly still at your insinuation. You slid your hands beneath his shirt, feeling his muscular chest. You leaned back in to kiss him. His tongue slid over your bottom lip and you opened his mouth slightly, letting him in. He explored your mouth with his exceptionally skilled tongue and you felt heat pooling between your legs already, wondering just how good that tongue would feel in other places... 

Without breaking the kiss, you situated yourself so that one of his legs was between both of yours, and you writhed against it. He pulled back.

“(Y/N),” he reprimanded.

“Azriel, please…” You pouted. “Don’t you want me?” You didn’t even notice his hands were on your ass until his grip tightened. 

“Of course I do,” he practically growled, making you smile. “I want you so bad, bunny.” You rutted against him again, unable to control yourself at the pet name he’d reserved for just you. “Wanted you for so long now… but when I finally do fuck you, I want to make you scream. And if we do it now, everyone in the whole damn camp is going to hear.” 

You swallowed, not used to hearing that kind of language from him. You were so far past the point of caring what anyone else would think. You tugged on the waistband of his pants, but they didn’t move. You whined desperately.

“Please,” you begged. 

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight.” You felt a frustrated sob working its way up your throat. “But if my poor bunny needs help, I suppose I could help you some other way.” 

“Yes!” you replied, almost a bit too loudly. “Yes,” you said again, quieter this time. “I need help so badly, please, Az.” He smirked. He gently grabbed your hips, placing you between his legs with his chest against your back and tugging down your pajama bottoms. Your breath caught in your throat when you finally felt his fingers where you needed them most. 

He rubbed slow circles on your clit, but even that was enough to send electricity up your spine. You bit your bottom lip. His other hand tugged your shirt up. You shivered, suddenly hyper aware of just how exposed you were. 

“Y’look so pretty, bunny,” he murmured in your ear as if he’d somehow read your thoughts. He slid a finger inside your wet pussy and you exhaled deeply, finally getting some sort of relief. You felt his soft lips on your neck as he pinched one of your nipples. 

“Fuck,” you breathed when he added another finger. You felt his smirk on your neck. It was so good, so fucking good, but at the same time, you wanted more. You wanted his cock slamming into you, his hands tugging your hair or slapping your ass. You jerked your hips against his fingers and he pulled out. “Please,” you whimpered. “‘M sorry.”

“You’re going to be a good girl and let me do it?”

“Yes, I’ll be good.” To your relief he slid back in, but went slower than before, punishing. As you fought the urge to rut against his fingers again, you noticed something hard pressing against your backside. 

“So wet for me, bunny,” he whispered, making your pussy clench around his fingers. He added a third, and his other hand traveled down to rub circles on your clit. “Gonna cum, baby?”

“Gods, Azriel, yes, fuck,” you swore as your orgasm came crashing down upon you.

“Good girl, bunny. Such a good girl for me,” he murmured as you came down. He flipped you around so you could lay on his chest while you caught your breath. He loved seeing you pant for him. Before your heart rate was even back to normal, you reached down.

He grabbed your wrist right as your hand wrapped around his clothed cock. It was probably painfully hard. Still, he pulled your hand away.

“Please,” you whimpered again. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Don’t be greedy, bunny.” He wrapped his arms around you. “Rest.”

tbh my favorite photoshoot of timmy is the one where he’s holding a basketball and a glass of milk.

Bat Boys🦇

Feyre: I have a weird question that I have wanted to know for years……

Rhysand: This’ll be good.

Feyre: Since Illyrians have bat wings, do you ever hang upside down like bats?

Cassian: Yes, of course.

Rhysand: STOP. No we DO NOT do that.

Very Busy

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x f!Reader. Summary: Desperate reader rides Timmy’s thigh while he’s working. Warnings: Smut, Dom!Timmy, thigh riding, language, teasing, begging. Word count: 635 A/N: Idk this one is mild as far as smut goes but pop off ig.

“Hi, Timmy,” you said, trying to keep your voice as innocent as possible.

“Hello, love,” he hummed. He didn’t look up from his desk, but he sounded pleasantly surprised. Usually, you never bothered him while he was working.

But today, you just couldn't help it.

Today, you needed him.

You crossed the room until you were right next to him, leaning against his desk. “Do you want to hang out with me?”

Finally, he looked up at you. Glanced down at the skirt he knew you had allowed to ride up on purpose. His unamused eyes met yours again before flicking back to the script he’d been analyzing for the past few hours. He could read you like a book; he knew what you wanted.

“Come here,” was all he said. You smirked, knowing exactly how he wanted you. You straddled his right leg, facing him. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder. You began rocking your hips against him.

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes, but you were already frustrated. You weren’t even close yet, and he wasn’t paying any attention to you at all. You stopped moving and huffed out a breath. 

“Need you,” you murmured into his neck.

“Keep going.” That was all the attention you were afforded. His eyes remained focused on scanning the papers in front of him, highlighting all of his lines and occasionally writing notes in the margins.

“But Timmy…” you whined, pulling back. You sat upright as your hand drifted down to his cock. You were not surprised to find it rock solid beneath his pants. “Can’t you just take a teeny tiny break? Please?”

You knew begging was fruitless; Timothée was nothing if not devoted to his job. Still, you figured you’d try to sway him. 

He smirked the tiniest bit; the only indication of your failure to persuade him. Your jaw clenched.

“I’m very busy, mon amour,” he replied. His tone was even, giving no indication that you were affecting him whatsoever. Perhaps that was the part that infuriated you the most. “I need to finish this. But if you’d rather wait until later-”

“No! No…” You pouted. “I can’t wait until later.”

His smirk deepend wickedly. “Then. Keep. Going.”

You huffed again as you returned your arms to their place around his neck and rested your head back down on his shoulder. Your skirt had ridden all the way up to your waist, the moisture that had already gathered between your legs now being contained by only a thin strip of underwear. You hoped you wouldn’t make a mess on his pants. Last time you did that, he wouldn’t let you cum for a week.

You began moving your hips again, the friction relieving some of your tension, but not enough.

“I don’t hear you, dear.”

You released the whimper you hadn’t realized was stuck in the back of your throat. 

“Much better.”

You moaned into his neck again, a little louder this time. He loved hearing you express your pleasure.

You moved faster, really trying to focus this time. Your breathing quickened, your moans becoming more frequent. Timmy lazily dragged a hand up your spine and you gasped. Even the most basic of touches from him could make your toes curl.

Your heart (and hips) raced as you felt your orgasm building. “Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Go ahead, love,” he said gently; affectionately. It was enough to push you over the edge.

You dug your nails into his back and moaned as your orgasm crashed through you. Your entire body trembled. You could still feel him rubbing your back lovingly, his touch sending tingles up and down your spine. 

“Good girl,” he murmured as the aftershocks subsided.

You whimpered again, placing a light kiss on his neck.

idk someone said it’s timothee and zendaya but all i see is maven and mare🤷‍♀️