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pulling each other into rooms when gathered with friends

in-between kisses, "what if they find out?" "they won't." "but-" "shut up and just kiss me."

"i just wanna be held.." and them silently enveloping you into their arms.

hurriedly getting rid of every clothing, and them going, "god, you kept teasing me all day, you minx."

them pressing their body to yours which makes you gasp, "oh, lord have mercy-" "oh, he had plenty when he made you. my. fuck. friend." they say between every thrust!!!!!! [huffing rn]

you saying, "you're better than all of my previous 'partners'" and them getting flustered and looking away!!!

"wait.. do you perhaps like me?" "NO! no. No, why would I?" "Good. Don't." (ouch)

mid-sex, crying into their arms because they're the most real thing you've ever had, but it's not actually real.

^ "hey, hey, did i hurt you? are you okay?" them asking, and u shaking your head, "the opposite."

after sexy time, actually cuddling and tending to each other. ✿

watching them get together with a romantic partner or show interest in someone else as a potential and it just breaks your heart

"so you won't need me anymore, now, huh?" "you're still my friend. you still matter."

a messy confession that leads to more misunderstandings! leading to you avoiding them.

"you don't understand!" "then, make me.. please.. why are you avoiding me?"

"it was never just about sex to me," as a silent whisper.

"why didn't you tell me-" "i was scared of losing you!"

or alternatively, "I'm sorry. I-I.. don't feel the same way, [name]."

"touch me. not for release, but touch me anyways.. because you love me." ✿

"fuck, all our rules. [name], fuck them all. All I want is you. In every way possible. Be mine. Please."

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

Mine.

1) overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex 

2) crying crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over 

3) depression sex in order to feel something good for once

4) messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after

5) filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

6) mutual masturbation

7) spying on/walking in on their partner touching themself 

8) sex in exchange for a favour

9) car sex

10) quiet airplane bathroom sex

11) touching the other while at the movies

12) sex while there is the background noise of a rainstorm outside

13) being snowed in together and fucking in front of the fireplace 

14) pool/hot tub sex

15) stargazing that turns into sex

16) the classic “oh, let me help you put some sunscreen on” but then the little massage turns into something more

17) sex while camping

18) fucking in the bar bathroom and being too drunk to care about being quiet 

19) when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot

By the Mother above ☝️

Title: A Court of Masks and Life

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Tamlin x Female OC, Tamlin x Female OC x Other OC(s), Tamlin x Male OC, Male OC x Trans Male OC, The Inner Circle (Relationship), Feyre x Rhysand, Mor x Emorie, Azriel x Gwyn, Lucien x Elain, Nesta x Cassian, Azriel x Eris

Tags: Bisexual Awakening, Tamlin Redemption, War, Romance, LGBTQ+ , Drama

Summary:

Tamlin once almost had everything until he lost it to his anger and vanity, and most of all, his obsession with keeping a memory of what once was alive. Now, he has nothing. No Feyre. No stability in his court. No will to see himself as anything other than a beast, for despite his actions during the war with Hybern, he remains painted as the one who caused the mess.

Haunted by the voice of his deceased mate, one day, while roaming the woods, he comes upon a bright light beckoning him. And within the blink of an eye, he finds himself somewhere foreign, loud, and full of weird gadgets -- weirder than Lucien's glass eye. In other words, he finds himself in our world, specifically in the United States, Wisconsin, where a fearless woman named Ziva Schroeder finds Tamlin and takes him in. Our world is run by faeries, of which Ziva is half, and angels, which Ziva also carries in her blood.

While Tamlin gets to experience modernness through the help of Ziva and her inner circle, the tug to return to Prythian soon becomes a warning because a familiar foe plans to resurface, more potent than ever, worse than ever, and only Tamlin has such knowledge of the plans. However, he also must choose between our world and Prythian.

[Prologue]

Tamlin stood stiff as he watched his ex-fiancee clinging to Rhysand’s lifeless body, inside the beast threatening to take over and rip the High Lord of the Night Court to shreds. But Feyre begged between sobs to each High Lord to give Rhysand another chance at life. He squared his shoulders, watching the High Lords bestow upon the Night Court’s High Lady a gift to restore her mate. And they all did it, though Beron of the Autumn Court was skeptical. And at last, Tamlin was the last High Lord, yet he hadn’t given anything to the woman who left him, rejected him, likely even hated him and his guts after everything that happened after Under the Mountain — things he vowed to never let surface to his brain — yet, she had the audacity to look him in the eyes and beg. Please.

You should let her stay miserable, chimed that familiar voice in the core of his mind. That voice that caused him so many nightmares in the aftermath of Under the Mountain. Yet she never went away, for she was his mate. Mother, above all, the woman he despised more than Feyre, who caused the whole reason Feyre entered and left his life, was his mate, deceased or not. She deserves it.

Shut up, Tamlin replied mentally. It’s your fault. And it was—well, relatively. If he had to admit the truth, aligning with Hybern to get Feyre back, allowing Ianthe to tell Hybern’s king about the two other sisters’ whereabouts — perhaps that had been a stretch. But still, he couldn’t see what Feyre saw in Rhysand. Violet eyes — eww! Soft golden skin — nah! Alas, Feyre was still vulnerable. The poor female needed help and, in fact, deserved help, if only to let her go in a closing that would allow him to wallow in peace. So, he conjured a seed sewn from the lights of spring, and he gave it to Feyre.

“I hope you find happiness.” That was all he said, earning him a mirrored statement from his former betrothed.

And with a drop of Tamlin’s seeds, Rhysand came alive again as Feyre had as a gift for freeing them from that witch.

His mate.

I hope you find what you’re looking for, Tamlin, that voice—Amarantha’s voice—chimed in his mind, added on with a taunt: Beast.

And it echoed in his mind like a chorus: Beast. Beast. Beast.

It wrecked at him. It tore at his humanity. And so a beast he would be from now on.

prompt list by: @novelbear

"are you crazy? they're not my type, you know that."

"i don't have time for a relationship." "that has nothing to do with anything i just said. like at all."

"they're annoying as hell, no i don't have feelings for them."

"i honestly don't even know who you could possibly be referring to."

"what if i told you i said those types of things about everyone? then what?" "i would really hope you didn't. oh god."

"i do not want to see their face, hear their voice or their name for that matter. stop talking about them."

"what gave you that idea?"

"why does everybody keep saying that?"

"it's just been a while since i've had a close friendship like this, that's all."

"no.....no."

"i wasn't blushing! it was hot out." "it is literally snowing outside as we speak are you joking."

"i don't even like them like that i don't know what you mean."

"i'd do that for anyone!"

"flirting? me? i wouldn't say i was."

"cut it out, i'm tired of hearing you guys tease me about this."

"that's not true, where did you hear that from?"

"they're just a friend. that's all."

"we've been friends since we were little, we're practically siblings! no!"

"love?! you think i'm in love?"

prompt list by @novelbear

always giving the other the first bite of their food

^ or the last bite

gently resting their head on their shoulder when taking a picture/peeking at something

kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.

zipping or buttoning their jacket for them

when they follow the sidewalk rule :(

^ like imagine realizing it as they gently take the other's wrist and guide them to the other side...omg

waiting until they safely reach the front of the door or get inside before driving off

"did you eat today?"

softly dusting crumbs from their cheeks when eating

^ or even better: kissing it off

"wear a jacket, it's cold out."

watching a movie or show that they know they're interested in.

^ not because they asked them to, but to be able to engage in more conversation related to it when they adorably ramble on and on.

doing their makeup for them

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

keeping a few of their favorite snacks in the house for when they visit.

opening the door for them or pulling their seat out before they sit down

lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos

absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times

"Yeah. I'm mourning my grades in advance."

“I got an F in all my classes.”

“Really? Even choir?”

“Even. Choir.”

“How? How did you manage to flunk choir?”

“I can’t carry a pitch.”

“So you’re off the softball team?”

“Yeah, but not the point. My point: I’m failing choir! That’s the easiest class there is. La-So-Fa-Ti-Do.”