#lizzywritestuff

In the bathroom at Rita’s, bending you over the counter and wrapping a scarred hand around your mouth to stifle your moans.

On the dinner table, after everyone’s gone to sleep, pinning your wrists above your head and rutting his hips so hard that the table moves almost a foot off from its usual spot.

In the back alleyways of Velaris, fingers pumping in and out of you, voice taunting as he forces you to orgasm quiet enough so that you don’t get caught.

Against a tree, at a party in the Day Court, whiskey running through his veins as his fists grip onto your hair and teeth graze against your neck.

In the library, pinning you up against the bookshelves, with his face buried in your thighs as he holds your legs up over his shoulders.

Over his desk, in his office, with your face pressed into the papers spread across the mahogany, drool falling out of your mouth as he fucked your third orgasm out of you.

When You Flirt With Him For The First Time…

As expected, Azriel was quite taken aback when you flirted with him for the first time.

You were standing in the training arena, post-workout, as Azriel polished his practice sword. You walked over to join him, his sweaty muscles glistening in the afternoon sun. Your eyes ran over his tattooed biceps, all the way up to his messy, wet hair that stuck to his forehead. He was concerningly handsome today.

“Can I help you?” He asks, his voice laced with skepticism.

You cleared your throat, standing taller beside him.

“Yeah, um, I was wondering if you could show me that move you did earlier? The one with the blocking-movement-thingy?”

He set the sword down carefully, before walking back over to sparring mat. You followed behind, allowing him to explain the move to you in detail.

You nearly melted as his scarred hands traced across your shoulders and arms, guiding you into each movement like his body was made to command yours. You almost leaned into him as he pressed himself into your back unknowingly, his tightened leathers brushing against you.

“Wow, I guess what they say about wingspan really is true.” You say out loud, and Azriel immediately freezes.

You mentally curse as you feel him pull away. You turn to face the no-doubt embarrassed Spymaster, expecting nothing more than irritated shadows and his signature brooding scowl. Instead, you find him laughing, a subtle smirk growing on his lips.

“Seriously?”

You shrug, giggling as your cheek tint pink. “Sorry, all I could feel was that thing on my back. It was hard to focus.”

Azriel can’t help but erupt into a fit of laughter, and all you can think about is how beautiful he looks with such an enormous smile on his face.

i was thinking about this exact thing yesterday 🤤 hope you enjoy :) warnings: size kink, suggestive

Azriel was… bigger than any male you’d been with before.

What they said about wingspan hadn’t been a lie, and you found that out the first time you tried to have sex.

“Holy fucking shit…” You said, staring down at the massive erection staring back at you.

He let out an awkward chuckle, eyes still roaming over your body, as his palm slid slowly against his hard cock.

“You expect me to fit all of that, inside here?” You point to your lower abdomen.

You knew there had been a dramatic size difference between the two of you. You were on the smaller side for a female fae, and Azriel was… well, an Illyrian.

But looking at him fully erect and standing before you with nothing else on— you weren’t sure how anyone would be able to take that.

“Let me stretch you out,” Azriel says, reaching to touch your hips gently.

He had you standing against the bed, the backs of your thighs pressing up against the mattress. The cold wood sent a shiver down your spine as you looked up at him.

“Are you sure?” You ask, your voice trembling.

It’s not like you expected him to be small, by any means. Illyrian males are known to be larger than regular males in all respects, due to the fighting and protecting aspect of their nature. In fact, you prepared to be sore for a day or two. Maybe take a few warm baths, take it easy at training tomorrow.

But this… this might take you down for a full week.

You didn’t totally hate the idea of it, though.

“It’ll take some work, but we’ll get there.” Azriel reassures you, moving to place a gentle kiss on your temple. “We don’t have to do anything tonight, if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to.” You say quickly, looking up him with those beautiful wide eyes.

He smiles and runs his fingers over your delicate skin, bending down to graze your lips gently.

“Just tell me if you change your mind, sweet girl.”

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🧡 His mate is definitely one of the best dressed fae in the court, maybe even Prythian. She enjoys a luxurious lifestyle and isn’t shy about it.

🧡 Their relationship arc is childhood friends to enemies to lovers. They hooked up when they were younger, and she rejected him afterwards. He hated her until he found she was doing it to protect him.

🧡 Beron favors Eris’ mate more than him. At first it drove him crazy, especially when they were enemies, but now he doesn’t care.

🧡 He’s a BIG words of affirmation kinda guy. He wants reassurance on every little decision as High Lord (y’know, due to the childhood trauma…)

🧡 He gives major “my wife” energy. He’s eternally whipped and refuses to do anything without her. He makes a big fuss about trips away.

🧡 I like to imagine his mate loves to practice yoga or meditation. He uses his powers to make it hot yoga, and he’s obsessed with watching her.

🧡 He’s constantly thinking about her. Meetings, work trips, late night projects. She’s always there, intertwined in his thoughts.

🧡 Big on dates. He enjoys taking her out, showing her off, and watching her experience the world. She gives him a new perspective on life, one a little less jaded than he’s used to.

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Mornings with Lucien Include…

Waking up with your face buried in his chest, an arm draped lazily around your waist as he presses gentle kisses to your forehead

Lips that smirk and graze against yours, teasing lightly until he pulls you in and deepens the kiss with his hands in your hair

Hands that move to pull your body on top of his, straddling him as you pepper kisses down his jawline while he lifts your night gown higher

Hips that sink down onto him, shaking as your body adjusts, and his hands guide them back and forth in a sweet but slow rhythm

Moans that escape your throat, as he bucks his hips up into you, quickening his pace as you hold onto his chest for dear life

Shuttering orgasms that leave you panting and grasping onto the headboard for stability, riding it out on top of him until you’re completely spent and exhausted

this imagery… (੭ ᵔ³ᵔ)੭ .ᐟ warnings: face sitting (ofc)

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Heir the Autumn Court throne— Eris’ reputation for being cruel, calculated, and self-serving had preceded him in many ways.

You had seen him be cruel, when he reprimanded Mor in front of his sentries, only to keep her secrets and allow her to escape afterwards.

You had seen him be calculated, when he plotted an unexpected attack against Hybern during the war, holding his forces back until the opposing armies began to falter.

But what you hadn’t seen was the so-called self-serving male that everyone had described to you when you first arrived.

If anything, he was more than willing to be quite giving.

“J-just like that, Eris… F-fuck… I’m so… c-close…”

Eris’ face was buried in between your thighs, licking and sucking against your clit so hard you had to use his red locks to stay grounded. Your toes curled against themselves, and your back arched as his hands gripped onto your thighs so tightly, you thought they’d leave bruises.

“Right there…” You breathe, feeling that warm, heavy fire weighing deep in your lower abdomen.

Eris helped you chase that high, and you couldn’t help but remember the look on his face thirty minutes ago when he’d begged you to climb on top of him.

“Please, baby… Just a taste…” Eris begged, fingers already working their ministrations between your thighs and up to your clit. “Please, it’s been such a long 48 hours without tasting you… I’ve been a good boy, just give me five minutes.”

After a few more seconds of torturing him, you finally obliged. You crawled on top of him, spreading your sticky sweet thighs across his lips, and sank down onto your knees, the cold mahogany stinging against your warm skin.

You’d have to be sure to glamour the entire dining hall once you two were finished.

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short n sweet! hope you enjoyed xx lizzy

GirlDad!Azriel ♡

GirlDad!Azriel who practices braiding your hair nightly before bed, so he can help get the girls ready in the morning

GirlDad!Azriel who lets his daughters dress him up in silk ribbons and apply rouge to his cheeks, posing as they laugh until they’re blue in the face

GirlDad!Azriel who teaches his daughters hand-to-hand combat before they even start school, worrying how they’ll protect themselves when he’s not around

GirlDad!Azriel who allows his daughters to chase his shadows throughout the House of Wind, his heart swelling as their giggles echo down the halls

GirlDad!Azriel who keeps his daughters’ paintings hung up in his office, so he can remind himself of the innocence he’s fighting so hard to protect

GirlDad!Azriel who carries both of his daughters to bed after they’ve fallen asleep in the living room, kissing each of their foreheads goodnight

i like the way you think diva <𝟑 .ᐟ warnings: sex (obvi)

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Every once and a while, Azriel liked to take things slow.

It wasn’t the usual fast and hard fucking you two got up to, nor the dirty or rough play you sometimes engaged in, but something a bit more sweet and sensual.

You’d be sitting on top him, scarred fingers running over your breasts as you slowly slid him inside of you.

It’d take a minute to get adjusted, he was the male with the biggest wingspan after all, but once you did, you’d moved to your tiptoes, preparing yourself for a full body workout. That was, until Azriel’s hands fell down to your hips, pausing you.

“I wanna try something different tonight,” He says, looking up at you like you hung the moon. His soft brown curls fell messily in his face, and his cheeks were tinted pink from the hot bath you just took together. “Let’s go slow… I wanna feel you.”

You obliged with a smile, resting back down onto your knees. His hands began to guide your hips naturally, letting you find a sweet yet gentle rhythm, that teased both of you just enough to crave more. You titled your head forward, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

“Mm, Azriel…” You mumble, feeling him drag in and out of you, slowly enough that you can feel every ridge and vein in his body. “You feel s-so… good.”

“You feel even better, baby,” He groans, lips peppering kisses down your jawline. “Makes me wanna start fucking you nice and slow more often... Watch the look in your eyes while I stretch you out.”

You let out a sharp breath, his cock shoving deeper inside you as you clench onto the bedsheets. His hands move to find your waist, grip strong enough you can’t pull away without his permission.

“There it is,” he says, looking up at you through hooded eyes. “Look at how pretty that little face is.”

You whined and fidgeted atop him, the feeling of fullness so deep it bordered on uncomfortable.

Rarely did Azriel subject you to taking all of him at once, knowing its labored effect on you. But on the rare occasion he did, you secretly relished in the slight ache of your cervix, obsessing over the pressure building in your lower abdomen.

“S-so full…” You muttered out, and Azriel began moving your hips slowly against his again.

He watched as you moaned and writhed atop him, and he began to wonder why he was ever rushing in the first place.

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hope you enjoyed!! xx lizzy