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A/N: Theo would be insufferable with allowed screen time. **I DO NOT CONDONE LOOKSMAXXERS THIS WAS JUST FUNNY**

Don't You Cry, Darling.

Summery: You and Azriel are having sex when suddenly it all gets too much for you. He gives you aftercare and talks you through it until the tears stop and you tell him whats really bothering you.

Warnings: Oral[F! receiving], Fingering, Praise, Aftercare, Improper usage of Azriel's shadows, Overstimulation, SubSpace, Dom Az x Bottom Reader

Word Count: 2k

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“Come on baby one more f’me” Azriel’s gruff voice said above me. Currently he was between my legs, curling his long scarred fingers deep inside me. I gasped, throwing my head back once again and squeezing my eyes shut as his thumb rubbed my swollen clit again. I strained mm sound escaping me as I squirmed beneath him.  

"Can't s’too much..” I whined trying to squeeze my thighs shut. A dark chuckle sounded from between my legs. 

“You can. You will.” He said in that tone that had zero room for argument. Then- “ You’re my good girl aren’t you sweetheart?” He coo’ed to me and i was a goner. I went pliant, again, under him and nodded. He softly shh’d me and pushed my legs apart gently.

“That's right…good girl…” He murmured and kissed my thigh before diving back in and flicking my clit with cruel precision. At the same time he resumed curling his fingers deep inside me. He pulled them out to bury them back in with a wet squelsh he chuckled at. Almost mockingly so, I would've scowled at the surely smug expression, if he didn’t pick that exact moment to start furiously curling his fingers, keeping them buried deep inside me. I gasped and I went to reach for him, but his shadows lashed out with a vengeance. Coiling around my wrists and binding me tightly back onto his ivory silk sheets. My hair spread out around me like branches.

“I’m gonna cum” I gasped out quickly– in an almost feverish manner. He just flicked his tongue quicker, speeding up his fingers inside me. I sucked in a breath, raising my head to look down at him. When those dark amber pools met my eyes my jaw fell open and a silent scream escaped me. I threw my head back into the silky and velvet pillows once again, letting out tiny moans and whines as he worked me through my high. Slowing his movements as I twitched under him. He now listlessly thrusted his fingers in and out of me, kissing my overstimulated bud. His monotonous movements welcomed after he’d pushed me to the edge again and again. Then slowly, he pulled his fingers out. Kissing my mound aimlessly once, making me tense at the sensations. I hadn’t even realized his shadows had let me go, until one gently grazed my cheek. I leaned into it on reflex, the coolness of it soothing me. My eyes remained shut lazily now. Lounging in his bed of light silks and dark velvets like a pampered queen. 

“Did such a good job baby…” He kissed his way up my abdomen. It sounded almost far away with how far he’d pushed me tonight. I let out a quiet hum in response. Then I felt his hands on my face. His cool shadows now caressing my thighs and stomach. One over my overheated core, I tried to squeeze my thighs together in reflex, but his hips between them stopped me. The shadows cooled instead of aroused. I remained with my eyes closed, nuzzling into his hand. I could only ever be like this with only him. Unaware, pliant, so vulnerable. It was almost degrading even if his words were kind. The kind of degradation that only existed because of my shame. The way I submitted to him so easily…under some sweet praise like a sick puppy. 

I opened my eyes slowly, not noticing the way I had a little pout on my lips. I looked lost. He was leaning over me, but his expression cracked as I opened my eyes. 

“Oh honey…” He muttered and cupped my cheeks with both his hands. His thumbs soothed over either side of my face, catching a stray tear. I was crying? I didn’t know why I was crying. I wasn’t sad. I just…felt so little like this. So safe here with him. The tears came so naturally. More naturally than they ever have. A heartbroken expression took over his face as he gently slipped his arm under my shoulders. Lifting my upper body up as he moved from between my thighs to lay onto his back. He carefully draped my upper body on top of him, pulling the silk sheets and velvet duvet back over us. He tenderly took my cheek in his hands again and moved forward to kiss a tear. 

“Why are you crying, hm? Did I push you too hard?” He said softly. Like this he was just Az. Not the man who dominated me in every way in bed. He was the one I teased and joked with. The one who would hold me even when I pushed him away. Who understood that I was wounded like him. Understood sometimes when I push the hardest is when I need him the most. But I wasn't pushing now. No, I was looking at him crying silently. Crying during sex wasn’t unusual for us. It was never because he was hurting me, that was something we never explored or enjoyed. Usually because he’d pushed me to the brink of failure again and again. Until the tears of overstimulation would happen. Occasionally, it was because he would push my head down a little too deeply and hold it there for a moment until a fresh tear sported on my lower lashes. Then he would release me and his thumb would swipe it away. 

But tears after sex meant something else. I wasn’t sure what or why. I just felt so vulnerable like this. So exposed and seen, and used and loved all the same. He’d done nothing wrong at all, he’d made me cum 5 times within an hour. Spent his night worshipping me, and I was crying? I turned away from him. Wiping a tear away hastily with a slightly shaky hand. 

“No...no none of that…” He said softly, turning my face back to look at him again. He truly looked devastated, a concerned look in his eyes and that frequent furrow between his brows making an appearance yet again. “Just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it baby…don’t ever want to make you cry. Not like this…” He said quietly, his thumb swiping away another silent stray tear. I swallowed and looked up at him. 

I was like him, I supposed. Quiet, reserved. Only in his arms could I ever be like this. Could I bask in his warmth and share his glory, chanting his name like a forgotten god only my tongue knew. 

“I just…” I sighed out and shook my head slightly. I couldn’t find the words. What did I feel? Why was I crying? “It wasn’t you– you were perfect. You always are…” I said quietly. I watched his features relax slightly, but the concern was still there. He gently leaned forward and kissed my forehead. 

“Talk to me sweetheart…you know I've got you.” He murmured against my head. Choosing to tuck my cheek against his chest and run his fingers through my hair. I wasn’t very good at eye contact. It was something I'd forced myself to work on, with him. It felt so intimate and real…like if they’d look too long they’d start to form an opinion about me. So, instead, I looked outside the open french doors to the veranda. I watched the stars and let them turn me into a poet once again. 

“I don’t know why I’m crying…” I furrowed my brows as if perplexed myself. I continued looking out to the stars while he stroked my hair. 

“I think maybe I just feel so safe with you… I don’t feel sad or anything but happy. I just feel…vulnerable.” I said quietly into the night. He kissed my hair and rubbed his hand up and down my waist soothingly. 

“Was it too much?” He asked quietly, gently squeezing my hip before running his hand back up my side and back down again slowly. “No…it wasn’t even that. I just…felt so pathetic for a moment. So little compared to you..” My words got quieter the more I spoke. As if I was revealing a secret to him about myself. As I often did. 

“Is that it? You think I see you as anything else than a fucking goddess?” He cursed but it was soft. It was loving the way he stroked my hair, nuzzling into it as if finding comfort himself in the scent of my hair oils. I smiled slightly at his compliment, kissing his chest gently. 

“No…I know you love me. I just mean others maybe…” I said softly and he paused. 

“Others? They don’t get to have an opinion on us.” His tone was quiet, but sternness had crept up into it again. “You’re mine. I love you. You will do great things and I will help you get there.” He said slightly more soothing this time. Brushing my hair back from my cheek and leaning forward to kiss my forehead once again. His lips finding a home there for the evening.

“You don’t think I'm…below you? You’re this decorated warrior…and I'm just…a silly bartender.” I quietly admitted my insecurities. Hesitating as if he wasn’t aware of the fact in the first place. He paused his movements stroking my hair, but he didn’t tilt my head to face him. He just watched me. 

“You think…” He trailed off, making me lift my head slightly to look up at him. His brows were furrowed and that heartbroken expression was pooling into his eyes once again. As my gaze connected with his, he gently cupped my jaw. 

“In every world…there is us. Is that not enough for you, my love?” He said quietly but his thumb stroking my jaw was quite distracting. I paused before answering. Of course it was enough, it always was. Maybe it was me that wasn’t. Before I could respond, his arms had engulfed me once again. I was gently manhandled to be on my stomach so he could look at me. My elbow held me up as he brushed my hair behind my ears. 

“I don’t care if all you do is shovel shit for work. Hell…i dont care if you dont work- but I know, for you that’d never be an option.” A small smile graced his too perfect lips. The little scar through his upper lip highlighted by the moonlight, as if fate had weaved itself into the blade, so I could admire it like this. 

“But…if you want more I can help you…anything baby, I’d do anything to make you happy.” He said in that same quiet but utterly devoted tone of his that had me undone at hello and begging by goodbye. The sincerity in his tone never failed to flatline me entirely. Maybe I had surrounded myself with all of the wrong people before him, but I found myself thinking, no one had ever been able to make me believe their reassurances. No kind words, whispered so soft, had ever made me melt or stop my racing mind. It wasn’t a love confession, it was truth. 

“I…I wanted to be a writer.” I whispered, my hand reaching out to trace that familiar scar. Sometimes I worry I had written him into my own existence. Written every scar and memory so that someday someone somewhere would understand me in my entirety. But if I was his writer, I don’t think I'd have the heart to put him through what he’d need to experience just to understand me. It seems someone wrote it anyway. So that we’d always have each other. My mate.

Azriel’s face softened slightly, letting me trace the moonlit scars on his lips and jaw. Tilting his head slightly as I trailed my hand down to his neck to the heavier scar there. I traced that one too. 

“Then write.” It came quietly, but my eyes flicked up to his. I tilted my head slightly. “Would you read it?” I asked quietly. I was just humoring myself, of course he would read it. His lips turned up slightly, and his thumb brushed along my own neck as my hand laid flat against his collarbone. 

“Every word.” He said with such quiet conviction, I found myself speechless once again. He leaned forward and softly kissed me then. I smiled and kissed back slowly, there was no rush in moments like these.

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A/N: This one's sappy- I wrote this months ago and forgot about it lol.

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A Court Of Thorns And Roses Boys as Boyfriends/Husbands.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to make, I was honestly in a writing slump for so long😅. I did not write NSFW HC'S IM SORRY!!!!! I'm planning on writing more for the ACOTAR characters. Not sure when- but the books 6&7 are coming out this October-december so will definitely be re-reading soon and waiting to write about them!!! If you want I'll be happy to tag you in any ACOTAR/CC content I make- just comment and let me know! I'll make a CC/ACOTAR/Any fantasy book I write about tallest for you and anyone else who ends up enjoying them!! I'm still open to requests ofc- some just might take me a little longer. I plan to still write a NSFW list for some of these. I might do it separately. EX: a Rhysand/whoever NSFW alphabet. I also did not include two characters [Thesan and Killias] just because I don't know enough about them. I'm sorry luv I just have like nothing to go off of for those two.

Rhysand:

RHYSAND IS ALLOWED TO HAVE A MALE PODCAST. RHYSAND IS ALLOWED TO HAVE A MALE PODCAST. GET HIM IN THERE NOW. Rhysand would be charming undoubtedly, yet respectful of course. I don’t know how he’d do the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing considering he seems to have two stages: Hookup or wifed. He’d be very charming at first, always holding open the door for you, complementing you, making sure you’re comfortable and spoiled. His love language, in my humble opinion, would be gift giving. I don’t think this is because he’s bad with his words or lacking in any way, Rhysand has set the expectations for men in this generation higher than god. I just see him as someone who spoils their s/o to the point of annoying. He’d always plan extravagant dates and make sure you have the prettiest dresses to go along with it. You’d be his queen, his high lady, his everything. His inspiration to be good, to show the world who he is. Rhysand likes girls who know what they want and aren’t afraid to take the lead. Except- one thing I’ve noticed re-reading ACOTAR books is that he’s always in control regardless. Rhysand will let you call the shots, play the god, but he is behind you calculating, reading, waiting. Like a tiger in a bush he is waiting for the chance someone slips up and claims your presence insignificant. I fucking love Rhysand. He’s the best one- he’s literally the perfect man. I saw this quote and it immediately reminded me of Feyre and Rhysand. “The woman is the sword while the man is the shield." Yes. He is your shield not your knight. **ALSO** be ready to go fight for your OWN wedding ring in the weavers cottage LMAO.

Azriel:

Oh Az…

He just wants to be loved, but he doesn’t know how to love. It’s not that he’s cruel or mean, it’s that his perception of it is so tainted he might hurt you doing something he considers normal. He means no harm, but for an overly sensitive AND shy girl, he’d be a nightmare. Not because he wouldn’t hold you through it and kiss your tears away and call you pretty like his own bright flower he waters. He’d be this way because he feels there's certain guidelines to follow or a timeline in his head that makes sense. He is originally incapable of existing in the moment with you…until you break. Until his distance is so unbearable and frustrations so misunderstood you break down. He realizes then that holding you at arms length is only hurting you. As you get more comfortable together, he’d treasure you. He’d go to ANY length to keep you safe, any. He differs from Rhysand and Cassian in this way. While they are a strength by your side, I believe Az would feel an insatiable need to protect you. Which is sweet…until you catch his shadows following you around the streets like dogs. He’d keep you a sweet and tucked in secret at first, he wants you all to himself. His to spoil and visit, his to hold and protect. Above all- you are his. Prime example of why male podcasts should be banned. Look at Az- if he had one he’d be unbearable and I’d hate him. I mean- that bonus chapter in A Court Of Silver Flames?[POSTED HERE IF NEEDED]. He’s good because he’s quiet. His actions are okay because he doesn’t explain them. He’d be good with a stubborn sensitive girl. He’d let you win the fights, but protect you silently without asking permission. 

Cassian:

CASSIAN MY LOVE UGH- He’d be so goofy. I love him. Always brings the energy and vibes no matter where you two are going. He’s fiercely in love with you and absolutely has zero issue showing it to the world and everyone in it. Always making you laugh until your stomach hurts, taking you out and around his friends, he loves to show you off. I see him as someone just so utterly proud of their partner just for existing, he truly thinks you shit rainbows. Such a love bug, he’s quite sensitive actually. He’s not a pussy- I mean he’s not going to break down and cry or anything, he is a warrior that likes to think he’s tough afterall. But silently he’s overthinking in his head how you said you’re too tired to go out tonight or how you tease him. It’s not that he needs reassurance, he just needs someone to stay, to love him, to choose him and make it known undoubtedly that he is yours. He wants someone to own him. Not in a submissive way, but in the way a dog would. He just wants you to choose him again and again. Make you laugh forever like a jester trying to convince the queen he’s funny enough to keep around. Just pick him, love him, be with him always. Let him be the moon orbiting you. He is a very generous partner and wants to share almost every piece of his life with you. He wants you to love his friends and have a relationship with them. He doesn’t push for that, but he will push you. He wants to see you become the best version of yourself and push your limits. Definitely will get you working out with him and Azriel. You’ll be able to take teen Illyrians in a year. 

Lucien:

Lucien my shayla. He deserves every happiness in the world forever and always. He just wants someone he can let his guard down around. The bare fucking minimum. He’s probably exhausted, when he finally lets go of that tension that's been holding him up all these decades, he breaks down in your arms. Please don’t judge him, he’s been forgotten and lost for so long. Just hold him, just see him and still want him. The real him. Lucien would do and give you anything you wanted there are no limitations to his love and devotion to you. While it might not be public at first, that is regarding his trauma for losing his first love. Literally would run away with you if you asked. I think he just wants to be seen and recognized and appreciated for once in his life. Poor thing is always being forgotten and left behind. He just wants someone to see him and love him more than anyone. He doesn’t expect this of course, but he wants it. Lucien would always be making you laugh and tease you every chance he gets. I think he understands when to be serious, he is very emotionally intelligent and clever. They call him the fox for a reason. He knows just how to properly react to almost every situation properly. You will never be unheard or misunderstood in his presence.  You would be the sun that warms him and everything sweet and desirable. He wants someone to cherish. He deserves to be cherished back.

Eris:

Eris is a complicated man. Yet everything about him seems overly simple at times. He knows how to be the perfect gentleman, follows guidelines and traditions that past ancestors followed. He would seem almost practiced in his perfection at first. As if he’s done this millions of times and perfected it each time. It would take him a while to truly open up to a partner. To let them in and see his true self. I think we haven’t seen enough of him in the series in order to make an actual estimation on how he is as a partner. Especially considering he is often portrayed as the villain. So I’ll just list the traits that seem to stand out to me. He would be charismatic at the start, buying you flowers and holding open doors. It would be good at first, if not stoic in nature. Over time you would have your first argument. Things would change, he would present a different part of himself. The argument would be vicious and vivacious. He wouldn’t know how to cope with feelings like anger or rejection properly towards someone he cares about. If he truly loves you, this would change. He would let you in and open you up to a new side of himself. It wouldn’t feel so plastic as before, you fight, you argue and hate each other for a variety of reasons. This is normal, you would start to find out what it means to truly love without conditions or transactions holding it in place. He seems like someone with an untold tragic backstory. I think once he gets whatever it is off his chest and realizes you’re not judging him for it. He would be little better than a dog. A scary guard dog. 

Tamlin:

Well. Yes he is a character. In a book. Personally I can’t stand the whole kicked puppy thing but I do understand him. He is complicated and that is understandable. I think he needs someone blunt, no bullshit, who will absolutely take the lead. It’s funny because a lot of people suggest he needs someone to NOT take the lead, but he is a horrible leader. Truly terrible. I think Feyre and him could have worked things out and been great together, IF Rhysand was not her literal fated mate. Rhys and her would have drawn to each other regardless over time it would have happened. Tamlin is infamous for his emotional outbursts and inability to regulate himself. This is not the worst thing about him. In my opinion it is the way he rules his court that needs correction. He taxes the poor as equal as he taxes the rich. Tamlin is a communist. I think he has a lot of redeeming qualities of course. He has a provider mindset which is appealing to a lot of women. Sure he's attractive. Yet he definitely needs someone to take the lead. He has that whole “alpha male” Andrew Tate thing going on currently. He needs someone who will say no down boy and tell him how it’s done. He will grow to accept this and be better because of it. Maybe after he’s done some serious self reflection he can get privileges back. Like having friends and ruling alone. I think he has the potential to be a good partner. Maybe for someone who does not care about things like politics, economy, morality, being second to him, he would treat you well. You’d never want for anything and be posted up in a mansion of course. Over time you might grow bored of picking flowers and going on surveillance strolls. I think a better version of him is generous and kind. Not only to you, but to others. He has no problem spreading his wealth and listening to the problems of his court. He just needs to abandon those outdated ways of ruling his father implemented in him. I don't hate Tamlin at all- I just think he reminds me of those men who shouldn't have podcasts or political opinions. Like just sit there and be pretty.

Jurian:

Omfg🤦‍♀️. This guy. He is going to be unbearable. Literally the whiniest bratty guy who gets away with it cuz he’s hot and funny. He’d definitely tease you, he’d have an attitude about it too. Saying shit like “You don’t even like me” and tugging your hair playfully. He’d be silly but not know he’s silly and want you to take him seriously. Which honestly, just makes him look like a feral cat fighting you on trivial things. I see him as being very jealous and possessive of you. Given his history with Miriam and Drakon, he would be paranoid constantly which would get annoying over time. You just have to find ways to reassure him without making it blatantly obvious that is what you’re doing. Manipulate him. He would be a good partner though, I think he’d be pretty clingy actually. He’d take you around his friends and make sure you always feel included. He knows what it feels like to be an outsider. He would never want you to feel like you’re in the backseat or a second choice. He actually would like your opinions. He wants to know what you want, what he can do to make you happy. 

Tarquin:

Tarquin is a sweet man. He knows how to take care of you, he’ll listen and understand thoroughly. You wouldn’t want for anything. He is there already knowing what you want and giving it to you. I think he’s a communication king and is not fond of keeping secrets. He likes everything out in the open and does not possess the skill of manipulation or mind games. Perhaps if you're a cynical person you would be wary of his kindness. It seems too generous, too undeserved. Yet, he is not thinking that. He’s probably thinking pretty intelligent woman, I want to know her. He is a sweetheart, truly. I think he could benefit from a more assertive, cunning woman. His kingdom could use someone who is familiar with the games of war and the tightrope of peace. [Tolstoy mention?] Tarquin likes his home, I don’t see him as someone who is overly extroverted or a partier. He is probably more content to relax at home or on the beach. It would be a peaceful, uncomplicated love. 

Helion:

Oh my lord. Sigh. WELL. We all know how he is. I personally ship him with the autumn king's wife. Hehe. HOWEVER. Helion likes to fuck around and find out. He is a player, we know this. I see this going two ways for him. He’d either benefit from having a partner who will lock the hell down with him. Absolutely no bullshit, no exceptions. You are not dealing with him flirting with others, no games. OR- someone like him. You are fine with him flirting with others because hell- you do it too. Going with the second route you guys would probably have threesomes all over and be world class flirts. I mean- sure Helion might lock in for the right woman. It’s hard for me to picture a productive relationship with him because I feel like I am someone who's based in loyalty and monotony. To each their own haha. Regardless if you’re just a regular in his bed, his partner in other pursuits, or his one and only, you will be treated right and spoiled. He’d have you fancier than a true queen. I hate to say it- but he’s so trophy wife coded. Of course not in a dismissive rude way, I just see him as someone who wants a woman who doesn’t mind taking the backseat and being spoiled. Who just wants to laugh and drink and party with him.

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