#azrielsmut

⟢ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man loves to coat your face in his cum. Catching the way you stick out your tongue. So eager. So ready. He’ll stroke right over you until he covers you in his seed. Those eyes staring up at him— fuck. Mainly he can’t get enough of that gorgeous face of yours. But he doesn’t mind a creampie here and there. Especially when it’s too hard to pull out. Your moans. Your walls clenching around his blood-filled cock. Your nails scratching and marking down his back. Your legs tightly wrapped around his waist, locking him inside your soaked slit. How could he not fill you up?

⟢ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Azriel's secret? Hearing you call him daddy. 1000% he’s got a daddy kink. Just that simple and seductive authority pet name gets his cock pulsating and ready. Wanting nothing else but to obliterate your little cunt as he hears you screaming “Daddy”. God- you could make this man cum by just saying that fucking word alone.

⟢ E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Azriel is very experienced but he keeps it more lowkey. He’s had his fair share of brothels and so on— HOWEVER, it’s not that he necessarily even needs them. I picture most females wanting to pounce on him like a damn junglecat. But that intimidation factor he has will sometimes scare off potential lovers. Our shadowsinger? Oh, he knows exactly how to make your body and brain go into overdrive.

⟢ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As we said before: Az loves some ass. So first and foremost would be doggy. Holding both your wrists back as he mercilessly pounds into you. His free hand giving hard blows to your bottom. Enough that his handprint would be welted onto your ass cheeks. But every now and then? Azriel loves to lounge back and let you ride him. Sliding up and down his massive length as he watches your nectar pool along his mound.

⟢ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think intimacy such as sex, Azriel definitely takes it more seriously than anything. But it’s not just point blank period. He gets in the zone. When he’s balls deep inside of you? That’s all his focus is on. Getting you to cum. Feeling how tight and warm your slit is. How delicate the skin of your cheeks are while he throat fucks you. He wants to memorize every moment as if it’s the last time he’ll get to feel you.

⟢ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Personally, I always imagined Az having a subtle scruff to his hair. Think that effortless look. Messy yet styled all in one. It undoubtedly attracts the ladies. As if he has problems in that department. However, I do think he keeps himself nice and smooth. Shaving just for you so it’s not such an eyesore. Our man always thinks of impressions, especially when it involves his dick.

⟢ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Az can definitely be romantic but it takes the right person to bring it out of him. He needs to feel truly bonded to the person. Truly in love. The intensity and passion that he’ll bring with it though? Indescribable. He will worship your entire body. Thinking of you as his goddess. You. You are the only one who would bring this man to his knees.

⟢ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Let me start with the fact that Azriel has a very active and wild imagination. So when he does decide to please himself, which if he’s single? It’s every other day. He’ll picture the steamy moment perfectly in his mind. His eyes squeezed shut while his hand is jerking his throbbing cock like a damn jackhammer. Fast and hard. Fast and hard. Fast. And. Hard.

⟢ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The shadowsinger has a thing for edging. Watching the way you’re begging, sobbing for sweet release. Those little pleading moans driving him fucking feral. But he knows that making you wait will only reward you with an intense and pleasurable orgasm. Another kink that gets him going would be cnc— of course, making sure you’re totally okay with everything beforehand but my god. The role-playing factor of it? He can’t get enough. Using you like his pretty little fuck toy.

⟢ L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bed, and trust me I know it sounds basic BUT he loves it since the possibilities of positions are endless. He can flip you around, throw you around. Do whatever he pleases all in his giant bed. Besides he’s got the best view of you from all angles. Also knowing you’re comfortable, because let’s be real, Azriel for sure has a soft and fuzzy bed. Feeling like you’re lying on a cloud.

⟢ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The list could go on but one of the biggest things that turns on the spymaster? Whispering. So simple yet so damn seductive. A flirty and dangerous purr along his ear will get that man’s dick rock fucking hard instantly. A small “come here…” while you beckon him with your pointer finger. fuuuuck. He’s immediately folding. Whatever he’s doing in that moment doesn’t matter anymore. Only you and every single way he’s going to ravish you.

⟢ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

first of anything non consensual. Your comfort and safety are his first priority. But to Azriel, that’s a given. I also think anyone who would try too hard to dominate him would instantly get him flacide. Try-hards aren’t his thing. And he can easily spot that sort of attitude from a mile away.

⟢ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Honestly? I see him enjoying both a lot. He’d make you get down on your knees to blow him. One hand roughly fisting your hair in a ponytail. His head hanging back as he slightly thrusts his hips into your warm mouth. And when he gets too close to finishing he’d pull out, watching your saliva drip from your lips as he picks you up to throw you onto the bed. Instantly burying his face between your legs while he strokes his cock. Simply tasting you gets his length ready to burst.

⟢ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

As we all have heard Azriel is the freakest batboy— which in my opinion means most of the time he’s rough. Slamming into your soaked cunt. One hand wrapped around your throat just enough to make your head feel blissfully fuzzy. The kind of feeling that only fuels an orgasm more so. Restraints all around. Whether he’d use his shadows or other types of bondage— even just something as simple as his hands. You’ll be sore after 99% of the sex between you two.

⟢ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Mister shadowsinger definitely has a thing for quickies. Being at Rita’s after a few glasses of faerie wine, after some sensual dancing between you both? He’d drag you over to the bathroom, picking you up and slamming you up against the door. Not wasting time as he’d pull your panties to the side and ram inside of you. He lives for the quick adrenaline rushes with you.

⟢ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Oh, Azriel definitely takes risks. He’ll experiment with just about anything. If you ask and you’re convincing enough? It’s almost always a yes. I feel like even outside of the bedroom he’s a risk taker, even though he may not show it or admit it. Always open to trying something new and exciting. Especially if it’s with you.

⟢ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Az can last multiple rounds. I’d say five would be his max but he’d also jerk off before seeing you. Making sure he can last long enough for the first round. And speaking of rounds, each time you two go at it? He’ll make sure you’ve finished multiple times. Legs shaking. Pussy dripping. Body sore.

⟢ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? with a partner or themselves?)

Why use toys when he has his fingers, tongue, dick, and his shadows? I don’t think Azriel would use toys often on you. Unless you’d ask of course. But only because he’s so damn skilled naturally that there is no use for them. Although if we’re gonna talk about modern-day Azriel? I feel like that man would for sure own some sort of pocket pussy-

⟢ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ohhhh how he loves to tease. To taunt. To edge. Anything that’ll get you whimpering, crying for release. For him. He’d do it in such a nonchalant way too. As if he’s not doing a damn thing. Which he is. He’s doing many many things. “Come on, beautiful— you wanna cum that bad? I don’t know…” all while his fingers swirl in circles around your swollen sensitive little bud. Tears pricking your eyes while you squirm and plead for that euphoric sensation.

⟢ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I don’t think he’s very loud. Like we aren’t talking about Rhysand here. He’s more of a low groaning and grunting kinda guy. Focusing on the dirty talk that seems to come naturally to him. The best way I can describe it is like those planking/pushups till failure videos. Iykyk-

⟢ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

with clear and prior consent, Az loves sleep play every once in a while. Somniphilia hits different for him when it’s the right time. If you were to kiss down his chiselled torso, all the way to his cock that is ready to go from morning wood? My godddd- he’d still think it’s a damn dream. Waking him up with head would be one of his favorite surprises. And every now and then? He’d return the favor to you. Letting you blissfully wake up with his tongue smothered between your legs.

⟢ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ONE WORD— wingspan. I think we’re all well aware that Azriel is the most hung out of the bat boys. This man is fucking packing. Thick, long, veiny. Straight as an arrow but hits all your right spots. He knows how to use it properly, each motion he’d thrust inside of you feeling like the heavens above. Also, he definitely has crisp and sharp abs. Sculpted by the gods themselves.

⟢ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Azriel loves the chase. Not as much as the sex, of course. But our lovely shadowsinger loves to yearn. Loves to work for it. He doesn’t appreciate when girls are just thrown at him. Az loves a challenge, and with his sex drive? OH, it’s high as hell. But he wants to put in work. Charm you. Swoon you. And then have you all to himself. Changing your fucking life within one night.

⟢ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Regardless of how many rounds, or what kinda sex it was (fast, slow) Azriel wouldn’t fall asleep right away. I just see him having some insomnia and on top of that just wanting to make sure you’re okay. Holding you in his arms as he admires your beauty. Your flawless features. Your soft breathing. Everything. After a while he’d slowly fall asleep himself, his last sight before his mind wanders into dreams being breathtaking you.

Az’s was SOOO fun to do! Sorry it took me so long, I’m also working on requests & dealing with life— i appreciate yall being patient and I hope you enjoy it✨

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This wasn’t the first date. Nor the second. It was the sixth date between you and Azriel. When you downloaded that god-awful dating app your friends had you get, you never expected to match with someone so mysterious yet gentle in unexpected ways.

A quiet blade sheathed in silk.

However, what wasn’t quiet was the rumbling motorcycle engine beneath you two as he drove toward the lookout spot.

His secret, special spot. Azriel mentioned it to you through texts and the thought of something so secretive to him enticed you. Of course, you said yes.

“Closer—“

A demanding tone. Yet it held a sense of carefulness to it. You scooted yourself closer to the male. Your arms locked around his waist tighter while he leaned into the final turn like he trusted the road itself.

The bikes roar simmered as he came to an easy stop. Placing both boots flat on the ground, turning his head to look at you. “Wow… Az, this is breathtaking…” A mere whisper fluttering through your lips as you took the scene in.

From the cliff, the city lights gleamed brightly in the distance, and the stars twinkled ever so perfectly above both of you.

“Isn’t it?”

His voice purring lowly, sending a shiver down your spine as you stared over at him. But Azriel? He was looking at you. Drinking in your beauty. The view that was simply you.

“It’s so sweet of you to bring me here…”

You felt the apples of your cheeks shade into a deep crimson. His intense gaze burning into yours. And for a moment you felt your heartbeat pick up. Perhaps the one between your legs as well.

A sly smirk twitched onto his lips as he hopped off the bike and onto the gravel road. Leaving you straddled on it. “You deserve it. A special spot for a special girl-“

Butterflies filled your belly. So sweet yet so damn smooth. You felt yourself staring at the handsome man, getting lost in those hazel eyes of his. But Azriel? He was doing the same, yet the amber specks were slowly darkening. “W-what? What is it?”

A breath. A tension growing between you both. Feeling a pull to him. That same sly smirk only seemed to spread wider across his features.

“Every time I look at you…I want to touch you…”

So smooth yet again. Warmth ran throughout your entire body as he brushed some of your hair behind your ear. Fuck it. He was gentleman enough. It had been a few dates. You needed him. Fucking craved him.

“Then… touch me.”

The whisper hardly left your mouth before you felt his soft lips slam to yours. His body pressing firm and tightly against your own while his other hand gripped your waist tightly.

Heated. The kiss was instantly turning into one of seduction. Azriel repositioned you, turning you to face him as you sat on the bike. The vibration from the engine only building up that arousal between your legs more so.

“God— I’ve been waiting to taste you.” He growled, his hand snaking down from your cheek to your breast. Firmly grasping it before slipping lower to the hem of your flowy sundress.

You smiled through the kiss. “And? How do I taste?” Teasing Azriel, a small groan emitted low from his throat. “Absolutely sensational.” He husked into your mouth, his hand now massaging the inside of your thigh.

A soft little whimper slipped through your lips, only giving him that approval even more. He traced over your dampened lace panties. “Got you soaked already, hm?”

That damn domineering tone. You managed a breathy “yes—“ before he yanked your panties to the side. Taking his pointer finger and running it along your slit to tease you.

Your breath hitched as he moved his mouth down to your jaw, kissing until he got to the delicate side of your neck. “You gonna be a good girl for me, beautiful?” Again, you gave a quick and eager head nod.

With that, Azriel thrusted two fingers inside of you. The cool feeling of his silver rings only adding onto the pleasurable sensation. “F-fuck!” you cried out while he smirked against your subtle skin.

“You can’t control yourself, can you? Feels too good already?”

He chuckled under his breath before pulling his head back to stare into those submissive eyes of yours. “So good, Az— fuck. You really know what you’re doing.”

“I know I do.”

His thick fingers moved in such ways that it could only be described as otherworldly. A come here motion with both of them before he stretched his thumb out to press on your swollen little bud.

All the sensations were making you melt for the male. But what was really getting you now? When Az reached over with his free hand, twisting the throttle which only made the seat vibrate harder. The motorcycle purring along with you.

“You like feeling the bike's vibration while I finger fuck this slit?” He asked as your body jolted, a sea of moans effortlessly slipping through your now swollen lips.

Again, you nodded eagerly. Euphoric sensations only rising more so. “Y-yes. I do- god it feels— fuck!- it feels so good—“

A mess. You were slowly becoming a mess for Azriel. God did he adore this sight of you. And this was just some foreplay. Nothing crazy. But god, you couldn’t even imagine how great the sex would be with him.

“You feel how close you are to cummin’ from just my fingers? Imagine my cock-“

Azriel moved his head swiftly, dropping his lips back to the crook of your neck. Kissing, biting, and sucking as he pleased. Leaving his mark on his new beautiful conquest. You.

“God— I’m really close. Really fucking close.” Your entire body started to quiver. But the biker used that same free hand to twist the throttle yet again. The vibration from revving up the engine sending you right over the edge.

“I know, sweetheart, I know… That’s a good girl- Fuck— cummin’ on my fingers like that.”

Az talked you through an intense and pleasurable orgasm. His darkened gaze falling to watch as your juices squirted out onto his hand and rings. Drenching the saddle of his bike.

Once you started to catch your breath, you felt your eyes flicker between his. Heart racing as the tension grew. “Az, that was—“ Your words cut off when suddenly bright headlights were zooming in your direction.

“Fuckin’ Hell! Hop on, babygirl-“

Low and demanding yet again, you quickly obeyed. listening to him as you adjusted yourself. Both of you repositioned on the motorcycle before he took off.

Some random people were driving around the spot. You didn’t want them to see anything. And Az? He didn’t want anyone to see you in such a vulnerable position. Because that was only for his eyes.

Possessive and jealous already, though he wouldn’t say that aloud. Not yet at least. He craved you like no other. And even though he didn’t get to feel your walls stretch around his cock tonight, he knew he would soon. Especially hearing the little noises you made for him.

But getting this little teaser? Fuck it made his imagination run wild until the next time he’d see you…

Ahhh first biker!az fic🥹 love making au’s come to life! Hope yall enjoyed this one, plenty more to comeee

As always asks & requests are open!🤍

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“Sit-“

Azriel murmured under his breath once you had stepped inside his townhouse. You felt your eyes narrow at the man, crossing your arms across your chest while he seemed to pay no mind. “Excuse me?”

“Sit.” Az didn’t even look up from where he had plopped down on the couch next to you. The audacity of this man. You should’ve left. Instead, you dropped down to sit next to him.

“I’m sitting. Now what?” The brattiness tinged over your tone yet the dealer's lips twitched into a sly smirk. “Whatchyu need?”

“I literally…” you sighed, trying not to let the heat between your legs pool too much. How did this man turn you on yet annoy you all in one?

“I told you when I texted you. Just some bud.”

His arm lazily draped around the back of the couch. Your pulse jumped through the roof as you fiddled with the rings on your fingers. “How much you need, doll?”

“I have…”

Pausing for a moment you dug through your purse, drawing out the crumpled up twenty and holding it up with your own small smirk.

“A twenty- I see. I could do a gram or…” Azriel started to speak as he reached over to the coffee table, getting a baggy and a scale ready. You swore you noticed his hazel eyes darken just a touch. “… I could do more…”

More. More weed? Right? Your face flushed up. It seemed you both were thinking the same damn thing. “How?” The question jumped from your lips eagerly.

“I wouldn’t mind throwing some more in for a pretty face like yours… Especially if—“

He was being confident of course. It should’ve annoyed you. But for some reason, it only made that second heartbeat thump between your legs faster. “If what?”

So. Damn. Bratty. But you wanted him to spit it out already. Az let out a low and dangerous chuckle. Hanging his head off the back of the couch while his tongue grazed over the inside of his cheek.

“If ya wanna use those gorgeous full lips of yours to compensate.”

It came out nonchalant but there was a growl aching to escape from his throat. So straightforward. You couldn’t help but blink at the dealer for a few moments. Processing it.

But that damn shit-eating grin of his stayed plastered across his features. Even while he grabbed one of his pre-rolled joints and sparked it up.

“Like a blowjob?!”

You almost sounded offended. Almost. Yet again he let out that cocky laugh of his. Raising his brow while he puffed on his weed. “You said it, darlin’. Not me.” The. Fucking. Nerve.

Although you couldn’t lie, couldn’t hide the fact that you really fucking craved him. “You wouldn’t last a minute with my throat game.”

“Ha- wanna bet?”

The tension was heating up between the two of you through the back-and-forth bantering. “You know what?”

“Hm? What’s that, doll?”

Before he could spew anything else, you leaned in and kissed him. Your lips locking with Azriel's. His hand instantly wrapped around your throat while your tongues swirled roughly together.

A damned good kisser. Fuck.

A husked groan seeped between his lips, holding the burning joint with his free hand. “You taste fucking sensational-“ Az growled as you started to kiss and lick down his jaw, to his neck.

“I know—“

That siren-like stare of yours burned to his for a split second before you dropped down to your knees. Teasing your fingers along the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

“Confident, aren’t ya?”

With a simple nod, you let one of your hands trace over the outline on his pants. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. This man is fucking hung. You felt your heart jump in your chest. “Hard, aren’t ya?”

Biting your lower lip to hide the growing smile across your face, Azriel's brows rose in amusement. Finding someone to match his style of banter and jokes was something new.

“Hard not to be when I got you down on your knees like that.”

He muttered, shifting his hips forward as you finally tugged his sweatpants down. His blood-filled length popping right out. Hard as a fucking rock. Veined to perfection and ready to burst.

“Well… let me work my magic—“

That was the last thing you had seductively whispered before starting to go down on him. You started simple. Kissing the precum right off his tip. Licking from his balls all the way to the top.

“Fuuuuck— such a damn tease.”

You let your tongue lick across your top teeth as you slowly stroked his cock. His darkened gaze burning down into yours as he took a hit from his joint. Blowing the smoke smoothly up above him.

“You know… I could go slower—“ You bratted right back, his head snapping down to yours with a domineering look glistening in his eyes. “You’re a fucking brat.”

With that his big hand found its way into your hair, wrapping it around into a ponytail as you pulled yourself closer to his dick. “Open.”

Another demand. But you obeyed. God- did you obey. Instantly. Those once siren-like eyes turning to a submissive doe-eyed gaze. Wrapping your swollen lips around his massive length.

“There you go- good fucking girl.”

A satisfied growl emitted, taking another long drag from his drug while you sucked him off. Azriel was definitely having the time of his fucking life right now.

He pushed down on your head, forcing his cock deeper down your throat. Your muscles stretched around it while you gagged, tears pricking your eyes. “Relax your throat, doll— there ya go- fuck. Just like that.”

Fuck. Did this man talk you through it. Mascara smeared under your eyes from the tears. But Azriel fucking loved this sight of you. Loved it.

“Such a pretty mess for me, aren’t we? A greedy little slut suckin’ me off so she can get some more weed.”

Your panties? Fucking soaked. Absolutely drenched. All you were doing was blowing him. Why the fuck did it turn you on so much? His hand kept a tight grip on your locks as his hips started to thrust harder. Faster.

“Keep lookin’ at me like that— Fuck. You’re gonna make me bust-“

Azriel's head hung back for a moment while he drilled down your throat like a damn jackhammer. Before you knew it you felt his warm seed explode down your throat. “Swallow.” He demanded through his groans and heavy breathing.

Once again, you obeyed. Swallowing every last drop of his cum before slowly pulling off his cock. Saliva dripped between your lips as you giggled. “Such a good girl when ya want to be, huh?”

His free hand grabbed you by the throat, gently bringing you into a softer kiss and helping you up. “When I want, yes.” You teased him right back while you sat beside him.

The half-smoked joint was handed to you, taking a long dragged-out puff as he nodded his head. “You good? Need anything?” He asked through his glazed-over gaze. Definitely as high as a kite.

“Just my weed and I’ll be on my way-“

He playfully rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “What? Don’t wanna stay a bit?” Az asked you as you both fell into a soft laughter together. He got your baggie ready. Giving you plenty more than what you asked for.

You just knew you’d be returning to him for weed. For drugs. The banter. The sex. The vibes between you both. It was just… Too damn good.

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Velaris. The city of starlight. You had grown up here. Lived within the twinkling mountains and unaware of what was going on in Prythian. The destruction. The torture. The blight. Your life had been nothing short of extraordinary if you were honest. Even if extraordinary meant running your father’s bar since his passing.

But it had been five— No. Ten years since the high lord of the night court waltzed within these walls. Ages that felt like mere seconds. Gods. But your heart— your soul- it knew that something cruel was happening. But you couldn’t figure out exactly what that feeling was.

The one that dug a deep pit in your stomach. Especially when the stars in the sky above that used to twinkle and dance so brightly, now seemed dull. Even they couldn’t fathom the dread of what was happening. Mother help us all. But you weren’t anything special. No. You were simply ordinary. Just the way you liked it.

However, what wasn’t ordinary was the spymaster sauntering into the pub. His shadows slithering and wrapping around him. The few regulars who lounged around instantly felt the zap of tension. Just from the presence of the shadowsinger alone.

You hadn’t seen him much. Granted you hardly saw him as it was. Unusual. Very unusual. Wiping away spilt liquor off the bar counter, your gaze watched him from under your lashes. Feeling the way your breathing hitched just the tiniest bit. Little did you know, he noticed.

He always noticed. Noticed everything. Noticed everyone.

That was the thing about Azriel. Spymaster, of course. All-seeing. Almost all knowing. Like the Cauldron itself knew exactly what it was doing when it crafted him from the gods themselves.

Azriel’s lips twitched ever so slightly into a devilish smirk. Not something that would even be picked up on if you weren’t paying close attention. But you were. Especially to his lips as he sat across from you. Leather wings flared out, glorious.

“Whatever you have that’s the strongest.”

The tone was ice cold, damn near slashing through the air between you two like a dagger. Blinking, you went to respond to the shadow singer, but not quickly enough. “-Neat.” He added on, his dark golden stare latching onto yours.

“Of course- Coming right up.” You were trying not to make a fool of yourself. Don’t look like a damned idiot. Your hand grazed against a bottle along the shelf, grabbing it and pouring it out just as he requested.

Feeling his eyes burning into your back, you instantly felt yourself straighten out. Not even sure why. Was it the authority? The power? Clearing your throat, you handed Azriel his drink. “Thanks.”

Little did you know. Little did you fucking know— Azriel was holding onto an immense amount of information. Information that destroyed him knowing his brother, his high lord, his best friend, was enslaved. Abused under Amarantha. And right now? There wasn’t much he could do about it.

Well…

He could forget. Or try to. And that meant drinking.

And…

Getting lost in the body of a gem as yourself. You. You’d help him forget. At least for a sliver of a second. And he needed that at this moment.

“Haven’t seen you in a while—“

That damned broody tone of his. Why was it enough to make your stomach flip? Your eyes squinted, a confused yet complimentary smile danced on your lips. “You’ve… seen me before?” Such a stupid question. You could’ve face-palmed right then. “Of course I have. A delectable creature as yourself? Hard to miss-“

The shadow singer's voice was low, hinting at something of seduction. Your beating heart wanted to implode. A deep shade of crimson splashing across your cheeks, shaking your head.

“Not sure if I would call myself a… delectable creature.”

One of his brows rose, almost amused in a sense. “Are you questioning my taste in women?” He asked while swirling around the dark liquid in his glass before throwing it back. Down the hatch. “I…No? I mean- I don’t know.” You laughed nervously, his intense stare of wanting, never leaving yours.

“Then don’t berate yourself.”

A domineering tone escaped in a rasp through his lips. His dark locks slightly hanging over the tip of his lashes. Something was happening here. So much so you hadn’t noticed that most of the customers had left the bar.

Closing. Right— get it together. You don’t cower for men.

“I apologize—“ Before you could even finish your sentence, his shadows whispered into his ears. Smoothly and dangerously. That wicked smirk from earlier only growing wider. “Don’t.”

A quick response, leaning back in his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest. The muscles flexing naturally. So much so you couldn’t stop yourself from getting a look, yet Azriel noticed. Oh did he notice. “You’re closed, hm?”

His tone came out lazy. But in a way that caused your thighs to brush together. A way that made you feel a second pulse between your legs. A giggle slipped between your lips as you nodded. “Yes. Yes we are- just you and—“

Again cut off, however this time by the chimes at the entrance. The last customer other than the spymaster, gone. Leaving both of you alone in the dimly lit pub.

“Well- now it’s just you.”

A heavy wisp of tension seemed to shift in the air around you both. He leaned closer, hazel eyes darkening to a shade of night. “I think I like it that way-“ Speaking smoothly, he reached up to lower the strap of your dress. You swallowed, throat bobbing as your gaze flickered between his.

“You do?” Glancing down to his lips yet again, you both leaned in. Azriel’s scarred hand snaking behind your head, pushing you into him. The kiss was electric. Heated. Needy. He didn’t waste time letting his tongue explore your mouth.

“Gods…you taste incredible-“

His groan alone could’ve made you soak your already dampened panties. This wasn’t expected in the least but— gods you weren’t complaining at all. Your hands danced in his hair, feeling the tickle of his shadows graze against your skin, as if even they were teasing you.

With a swift movement, the spymaster lifted you up and over the bar. “Azriel—“ you breathed onto his lips. His hands inching down your body, to the hem of your dress. So rough yet so gentle those hands. “Fuck- I need you…” He growled into your mouth. You managed to squeak out a little “mhmm”

Before you knew it, he had you bent over the thick oak bar, lifting your short dress, and the sight of your panties? Fuck. Azriel's cock was throbbing under his gear. He quickly unbuttoned his trousers, pulling out his length. “Such a good fucking girl…”—Slap slap- his hand hit hard and heavy across your ass cheeks.

“…And this fucking body of yours- gods— I’m going to ruin every single inch.”

You turned your head to the side, your gaze meeting his, needy and eager for what was coming. “Please… Please do-“

The last words you purred out before the spymaster of the night court slammed his massive length inside of you. But you kept that stare locked on his. That doe-eyed stare. The one that was driving him up a fucking wall.

Your moans grew louder, bouncing off the stone walls within the pub- the shadows danced near his ears, a low chuckle from under his breath erupting before he growled down at you. “My shadows are watching you… they like when you look at me like that- fuck”

Azriel’s hand landed on your bottom yet again, surely reddened with his print by now. The other? Wrapped within your locks as he shoved your cheek against the bar. Drilling into your wet pussy. “Don’t stop- please don’t fucking stop—“ you cried out, eyes squeezing shut.

“I wouldn’t dare stop fucking a living goddess that walks amongst me.”

The tone of his voice was domineering, your legs practically felt like jello. You felt the rush of heat that ran through your entire body. But Azriel didn’t stop. No. Your slick walls were something of the heavens.

Juices ran down your legs, puddling between your boots. Causing the shadow singer to groan with pleasure. “That’s it, god look at the mess you made. Dirty girl-“

A mess indeed. You. You were a mess. His grip tightened on your head. Another loud smack to your ass. “I’m going to fill up that pretty little cunt of yours- every last drop. Something to remember the spymaster of the night court by.” The excitement rushed within you as you gave a submissive yes.

The thrusts started going, harder, faster. Surely your cervix would be bruised after this. But in the best way possible. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. You felt too good. Too damn good. His shadows danced, as if they were a flame of darkness behind him.

And as that flame crackled within the night, you felt his cock throb and pulsate between your walls. His groans like a melodic rumble as his seed shot deep inside of you. Warmth.

Both of you stayed like that for what felt like a minute. Catching your breath when he finally pulled out his member. But not before he placed three gentle kisses along the back of your shoulder. “You’re sensational…” he whispered.

Azriel wasn’t a dick. Not fully at least. He helped you get cleaned up, his strong hands holding onto your waist to keep you steady. “Are you alright?” You nodded, a simple close-mouth smile twitching on your lips.

“More than alright, spymaster.”

That was said at a damn near whisper. A whisper of fucking disbelief. Did I really just have sex with the spymaster of the night court?! He returned a lazy smile of his own.

“I’ll be back soon, if you’ll have me-“

Teasing. It was the slightest effort of a tease but it brought a laugh out of you. With that, his shadows swirled around him while he stepped out of the pub. Leaving you alone in disbelief. Did that really just happen?

But you? You would never forget the night you spent together with the shadowsinger. And honestly? Azriel wouldn’t forget it either.

Ahhh first Azriel fic posted! I’ve been wanting to do this for so long and it feels so refreshing— I have so many more coming and I hope you guys enjoy it!🥹 Also not to worry I will not be deleting any of my SB stuff-

Dividers linked in my masterlist🌙

Love you to the stars and back, my naughty nymphs✨