🥀VanesDarling🥀

patience has never been your strong suit.

azriel knew that. so when he found you lingering at the door of his office hours after you announced that you were turning in for bed, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. his shadows informed him of your presence and he couldn’t help but smile as he looked up from his paperwork to find you standing there in your pretty little nightgown, head cocked as your hair cascaded past your shoulders. the soft glow of the faelights enveloped you in a dreamy light as you caught your bottom lip between your teeth.

“i thought you were going to sleep, little love.”

“couldn’t sleep,” you murmured. “our bed’s lonely without you.”

your words absolutely melted his heart. “c’mere then, bunny.”

then you padded across the room, crawling into azriel’s lap with no hesitation. he chuckled softly as you weaved your arms around his neck, breathing in his night and cedar kissed scent. the soft sigh of satisfaction that escaped your lips sounded like music to his ears. you pressed your cheek against the solid plane of his chest, relishing the feel of your mate. the feel of home.

for a little while you’d be content just to sit there with him as he does his work, but then you’d grow restless, squirming in place, unable to tamper down your need.

“hold still, little love. i’m almost finished.”

you sighed into his neck. “just wanna feel you, azzie.” you grazed your lips against the hollow of his throat, the warmth of his skin making you flush with desire. "please."

how could azriel deny his mate? especially when you asked so nicely.

the shadowsinger bunched up the fabric of your dress, his hands traveling past the hem and sliding against your thighs. you shivered against him as he freed his cock from his trousers, the skin on skin contact almost making you roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“c’mon then, pretty girl. show me how bad you want it.”

you took his length in your hands, staring directly into his eyes as you sank down into his cock. azriel groaned as your warmth and heat hugged around him, walls pulsating as you drenched him with your arousal. you’re dripping, juices coating him as he filled you to the hilt. the little mewls coming out of you as he gripped your hips made the shadowsinger dizzy with desire.

“so wet for me. feels so good, bunny. been thinking about riding my cock all night, haven’t you?”

you nodded, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you wriggled against him, desperate for movement. “missed you so much. i feel so empty without you inside of me. i need you, azzie.”

“i know, bunny. but i’m here now.” he kissed you fervently, lust and desire dancing on his tongue as he guided your hips into a gentle roll. “that’s it, little love. keep rolling your hips just like that. you ride me so well.” he thrust his hips upwards as you grinded against him, your sex squelching and throbbing. “feels so fucking good, princess.”

the sensation was overwhelming. you’ve never felt so filled and stretched as your cunt clenched around azriel’s cock. “gods, you’re so big, az. i love the way you fill me. more, please.” your words are a garbled mess as you slam your hips down, fucking him until you’re seeing stars.

“don’t fucking stop, bunny. i love when you’re desperate for my cock. my pretty little princess turns into such a greedy little whore when she fucks me.” azriel gripped the back of your head, making you look at him. “ride me harder. just like that, fuck. gonna cum inside you. bet you’d like that huh, bunny?”

“yes. gods, yes az.”

the shadowsinger growled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he spurted inside of you. his cum dripped down your thigh, but you kept riding him, throwing your head back as his shadows circled your clit. azriel's fingers joined the effort circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as he growled into your ear.

"you're making a mess, bunny. use me, fuck me. i want to make you cum. i want to make you scream." you keened, gasping as azriel latched onto your nipple, swirling his wicked tongue around your stiffened peaks. "there's my good little slut. come on, bunny. cum for me."

the orgasm hit you, white-hot and blinding, slamming in on all sides. you're trembling in azriel's lap, nearly sobbing from how good the sex was. your legs feel weak, your head swimming with overwhelming pleasure.

"that's it, little love." azriel wiped your tears and kissed your temple. he swept you up into his arms, his wings cocooning you in red and gold. "you did so well, bunny. let's get you to bed. you wanna cuddle, don't you baby?"

in one move against rowan, you slipped. you landed harshly on your stomach in a heaping mound of mud. you groaned, staying down in the mess instead of rising to your feet to spar again.

“i think that’s enough for today,” rowan shouted over the rain, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead. you rolled onto your back as a clap of thunder sounded, startling you with how loud it was. you tried to scramble up, but slipped in the mud and ended up on your back again.

your mate leaned forward to grab your hand and help you up. you accepted, too tired to feel embarrassed about your little accident.

as you walked back to your room with gavriel and rowan, the chill of the rain began to set in. by the time you reached the building, you were rubbing your hands together to restore warmth. by the time you reached your room, however, your teeth were chattering and your body was beginning to shake.

after gavriel parted ways with the two of you, rowan walked with you the remainder of the way to your shared room. he hadn’t missed a thing. he saw you shaking and felt a bit of remorse for keeping you out in the rain so long.

“you okay?” he asked as he opened up the door to your room.

“a little c-cold,” you responded, still rubbing your dirty hands in any attempt to warm yourself up.

“how about i help you run a bath?” rowan asked.

“o-okay,” you said. at this point, you were in no position to decline him. you didn’t know if you even could because your hands were shaking so bad.

rowan set up the bath in the chamber connected to your room, the hot water steaming up the area around the tub and the smell of lavender soap invading your senses.

“ready?” he asked when he saw you standing in the doorway. you gave him a nod.

when you reached the edge of the tub, rowan said softly, “arms up.” you complied. he stripped you of your wet and dirty tunic, then reached for your leather pants.

“this okay?” he asked, fingers hooked in said pants, about to pull them down. you nodded again, pleased that he still asked. he’d seen you at your rawest, worst moments, taken care of you at your sickest and nursed you back to health, but he still asked your permission before seeing your body. seeing you vulnerable. he still respected those boundaries.

with his help, you shimmied out of your pants and undergarments. he gave you a hand and helped you into the hot bath.

you moaned at the feeling, to which rowan chuckled. “that good, huh, baby?” is all he said with a grin wide on his face. you swore you could’ve stayed there all day, the warmth from the tub finally restoring warmth to your body.

from the corner of your eye, you saw rowan undress. you turned to look at him, his beautiful body on display. his tattoos were stunning, telling the story of his life and pain. his once believed mate, lyria, his time in the wars, and finally, when he met you. his muscles were bulging, and you couldn’t help but notice his cock stood against his abdomen, red and swollen.

“hopping in, are you?” you teased.

“just how could i resist you?” he asked in a teasing return.

he approached the tub and snuck in behind you. the tub was large enough to comfortably fit the two of you, though the water spilled over the edge slightly.

rowan hummed an approving sound at the warmth before snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you against his chest. his length pressed into your back as you settled against him.

“someone’s a bit worked up,” you joked.

“i just undressed my mate and watched her step into a steaming bath, then moan at the warmth. forgive me,” he said with a grin, then began kissing your neck. he placed a bruising kiss right under your jaw, causing you to gasp.

“you like that?” he asked. you hummed in response.

after that kiss, rowan stopped his ministrations. you almost let out a whine when his lips left your skin. that teasing fae bastard. you leaned your head against his shoulder and let him breathe you in. you wanted him now, and you could feel that he wanted you too.

but rowan had different plans. he wanted you to relax. he wanted your muscles to have a break after a long day of training. he wanted you warm and comfortable when he fucked you.

after lounging in the tub for an uncomfortable twenty minutes due to the mutual arousal between the two of you, the water began to run cold and you were ready to get out.

rowan felt you begin to squirm against him and loosened the arm on your waist. as you stood and stepped out the tub, he noticed the goosebumps that covered your skin and your pebbled nipples, both of which were clear indicators you were cold once more .

he followed you out of the tub and grabbed towels for the two of you, wrapping it around your shoulders and aiding in drying you off. your teeth began to chatter a bit again, and of course rowan saw.

“aww baby. are you cold again? cmon, let me warm you up,” he said, albeit mockingly, leading you back to the room.

you both dropped the towels on the side of the bed and hopped into it. you scrambled under the covers, pulling them around you quickly to keep in the heat. but rowan, your personal heater, had other plans.

he stripped the blankets from your body. “rowan!” you shrieked, feeling the cold air all over your skin.

“well i told you i was going to warm you up, beautiful,” he said in a low voice as he pressed into your side.

his lips found yours quickly, devouring your mouth with haste. you opened your mouth and let him in, feeling his tongue against your own. his hands roamed your naked form, trying to feel every part of you.

after what could have been hours, he traveled south of your mouth, leaving bruising kisses in his wake. he made it to the valley of your breasts, careful to pay extra attention to your nipples.

you moaned as his mouth sucked on one. “feel good?” he quipped.

“so good rowan,” you groaned out.

he reached between your thighs, feeling your arousal.

“all this for me baby?” he asked.

“yes all for you,” you responded.

he slipped a finger into your slit and you careened off the bed, overcome with need.

“please rowan. need you,” you panted.

“patience y/n. gotta warm you up,” he said as he pushed your hips back down to the bed with his strong hands.

your breathing was labored by the time his second finger entered you, his thumb massaging your clit.

you could feel the familiar coil building in the pit of your stomach as he hit that spongy spot inside of you, your release approaching quickly.

“rowan i’m gonna-“ you started, but couldn’t finish, the moans involuntary at this point.

“you got it baby. let it go,” he said.

right as he said it, you toppled over the invisible edge. your vision went white and your hearing was fuzzy.

“you never fail to amaze me,” rowan breathed out, lifting his fingers to his mouth to taste you.

“so good,” he said in a moan.

you came back quickly, wanting more, needing him inside of you.

“need you now, rowan,” you said, reaching for him.

“i got you baby,” he said as lined himself up with you. the second he pushed in, your walls clamped down around him.

“easy, y/n. gods your so fucking tight,” he said, trying to restrain himself from pounding into you too roughly.

he let you adjust to his length. though you’d taken him a thousand times before, he still shocked you with how big he was. you’d never forget the first time you took him, the painful stretch had you walking funny for days.

“rowan please move,” you begged after several minutes, feeling well accommodated to his size.

“anything,” he said and slowly began to pound into you. he pushed your knees up and pulled them apart so he had a clear view of your body, a clear view of his dick pumping in and out of you.

he pushed his hand flat on your stomach, applying pressure that had you screaming his name.

“shhh i know, y/n. i know. keep taking me. you feel so good,” he whispered in your ear.

you were practically in tears. you felt the rush of another release coming. rowan must have been able to feel it, probably because your walls were fluttering around him.

“i can’t rowan, i can’t hold on,” you panted out, on the very edge.

“i’m right there with you. it’s okay,” he said, “together.”

it’s as if that word set you off. you came with a moan, legs and body beginning to shake. you felt rowan release into you, panting your name over and over like a prayer.

“such a good girl,” he said as you were coming down from your high, “so perfect for me.”

he kissed all over your face before collapsing right beside you, his arm and leg overtop of you.

“that was…” you started before rowan finished off your sentence.

“incredible. and i bet you’re not even cold anymore,” he chuckled.

you had completely forgotten, and now a sheen of sweat covered your body, along with half of the body of the most powerful fae male to ever exist.

“i guess you’re right,” you smiled back.

“if you will always fuck me like this when i’m cold, i’ll start walking around naked,” you joked.

he sucked another bruise to your neck. “you know i’d love nothing more than that. all those males and females looking at you but they can’t touch you. they can’t have you. you’re mine,” he said nipping at your ear.

“that i am, you territorial fae bastard,” you giggled.

“you love it,” he said.

“that i do,” was your only response.

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I think Gavriel can draw really well, especially with pencil. Like, you know, he's a really precise and detailed guy, plus thanks to his soldier skills he has really stable hands, and it just sits right with me

Azriel loves when you paint his nails black. Also once you made him wear eyeliner and he actually really liked the results, so now from time to time he lets you do it

Aedion has his ears pierced but doesn't wear any earrings (it was probably a dare, even more likely he was drunk then)

Ruhn likes to have a small, faint lamp put on when he sleeps. It looks like a white sparkle and doesn't cast much light but having it next to his bed makes him feel somehow more safe and comfy

Also, he loves being held while sleeping. When you let him snuggle to your chest and hold him tight... It's his paradise, he can stay like this for eternity

Cassian is very ticklish (especially on feet). It's actually his secret because, come on, he's the Lord of Bloodshed, how can he be ticklish? And of course you fully respect that, not wanting his reputation to suffer, however, when it's just the two of you... Let's say Cass has to be pretty alert most times as you love to take advantage of that

Fenrys always brings you a plushie from his travels to foreign countries. Actually, he brings you many different things like jewellery, dresses, combs, mirrors, gems... everything. But a plushie, is a must. You have a whole collection of small cute stuffed animals (mostly wolves) from different parts of the world. Every one of them has a name, personality and a back story which you and Fenrys always come up with

Aedion is a horse girl. He rides so well and just loved being around those animals since he was a little boy. Often he takes you on all day long trips around Terrasen. Also he has few of his favorite horses and he spoils them so much, they're just his babies.

He also probably has like six dogs and wants to adopt every one he sees on the street

Lorcan most of the times either doesn't cuddle or is the big spoon. However, after really hard day he loves to fall asleep with his face in your breasts and his hair stroked

Sometimes when Rowan is engrossed in his work, he hums songs mindlessly

Fenrys talks in his sleep, and this goes to the point where you can literally argue with him or have a whole conversation as he's asleep

Aedion swears a lot. Gavriel doesn't swear almost ever and his face when Aedion starts throwing curses he could never imagine is just priceless

However, Gavriel knows many langues. So, whenever he's angry and finally hit his breaking point, he starts shit talking and insulting everyone in a foreign langue no one knows (just imagine him aggressively talking to himself in Spanish while walking around and throwing hands in the air lol)

Cassian always sleeps naked and refuses (will literally get offended) to do otherwise, even if there are different people sleeping in the room (read: Azriel)

Dorian baby talks to his dogs. Sometimes when he does this he forgets that he is a king and then have the whole castle talking about it for the next week (people find it adorable though. some of them at least.)

Rowan always has some blades with him. Always. Dude could be standing in the room only in his boxers and still proceed to pull out a knife from gods know where

Also, he will never admit it but he has some of his favorite blades that he had named. But if you'd ever done this he would laugh at you

Once you've gotten Ruhn a bracelet for his birthday that was a guitar pick of his favorite guitarist on a black string and from then he doesn't take it off. Ever.

We know Ruhn has this very rare and useful ability to speak in people's minds, however his favorite way to use those abilities is to make the dumbest jokes in your head in the most random moments and watch you burst out laughing around all those strangers that have no idea what is going on

GAVRIEL HAS DIMPLES

AND SO FUCKING DOES AEDION

(he also got the big d genes from him but it's the topic for other post)

So, Fenrys is a master at coming up with the weirdest nicknames for his loved one, however, no one compares to Cassian in this matter. His creativity sometimes is more than flesh and blood can bear

Lorcan is actually the biggest girl dad

Let's be honest, Dorian has better skin care than any lady in the whole sjm universe

Cassian loves being called your pretty princess

Azriel loves puzzles. And Legos! There's no better way to spend your day off than building castles and forts, and then having an actual battle between your kingdoms

Bat boys are not really fond of thunder... I think they have bad experiences with flying during storm and it haunts them to this day. They always want to be the little spoons and be cuddled when there's a storm outside

Azriel has bat slippers and Fenrys has wolf or bunny slippers

Dorian loves wearing sygnets. He has so many and you're simply obsessed with them. He's a king, he has to look decent, you know, but Dorian loves wearing them even if it's just the two of you snuggling or sitting in the library reading. Or when he fucks you and you can feel them dig into your skin when he grabs your ass..

Lorcan enjoys having his hair combed. He just melts when you do it. And if you do a little braid somewhere on his head he will keep it and wear it for the next few days

Gavriel is the best dancer you will ever meet. On the balls he can easily make everyone's attention turn to the two of you. But he also likes to dance with you in your house or chambers, where there are no people or music, and to be honest both of you like those moments much better

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to wake you.”

azriel got up from his spot in the bed and stretched. you drank in the sight of his bare, chiseled, tattooed chest as he yawned.

“it’s okay, my love,” he rasped out in his deep, sleep laced voice. your eyes wandered down to the pajama pants slung low on his hips. his feet padded softly on the carpet as he made his way over to you and helped your out of your leathers. “are you alright?” he asked.

you sighed against his touch as he finished removing your clothes, “no,” you mumbled, “someone needs to kick your brother’s ass.” he chuckled quietly and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“which one?” he asked, amusement clear in his eyes. you looked at him pointedly.

“which one do you think,” you huffed out as he wrapped his arms around you. you completely melted into his touch and allowed your body to sag against his. you felt his muscled chest vibrate as he laughed softly.

“hmm, you can kick rhys’s ass later. for now, let me draw you a bath, love.” you sighed in relief at the thought and nodded against his shoulder.

you pulled back to look at his face and smiled at how handsome your mate was. his tanned skin and dark hair were gorgeous, his face sculpted by the gods. you soaked in the sight of the faelight dancing in his honey colored eyes. you couldn’t resist pressing a light kiss to his mouth and you smiled at him.

“that sounds heavenly,” you told him. he scooped you up off the floor and into his arms bridal style. you let him carry you into the bathroom, where he he seated you on the countertop.

azriel ran the bath water, nice and hot the way you liked, and added your favorite bubble bath and bath salts to the water. you watched him draw your bath, smiling at the sight of the feared illyrian warrior pouring bubble bath into the tub. the side of him that was reserved only for you. you got up off the counter and stepped onto the cool tile of the floor and removed your undergarments.

the shadowsinger shut off the water, the tub now full. he turned to look at you and quirked an eyebrow at your state of undress. he hummed appreciatively as he took in your bare flesh. you felt yourself flush slightly at the way he eyed your body.

“see something you like, az?” you teased.

he shook his head as he made his way over to you, “no. i see something i love,” and at that, you couldn’t stop yourself from closing the gap between you and kissing him softly.

he wrapped one arm around your waist and cupped your cheek with his other hand. you kissed deeply, reveling in the feeling of his soft lips on yours. you snaked your arm around his neck and ran your fingers through his sleep tousled hair, making him moan softly into your mouth. after exploring each other’s mouths for a few moments, he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. his thumb swept over your cheek slowly and he smiled at you.

the pure love in his eyes for you had your heart thumping loudly in your chest. you had half a mind to join the priestesses at their next service so you can thank thank the mother and the cauldron for gifting you azriel as your mate. his whisper pulled you from your thoughts.

“you should get in the bath now. the water will get cold,” he told you. you nodded and placed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before pulling away.

“join me?” you asked him softly.

“of course,” he breathed, moving to take off his pajama pantry, leaving him completely naked in front of you. your eyes roamed his body, just as he had done to yours and your breath hitched slightly when you saw that he was already hard for you. the image had arousal pooling in your core. you silently promised to take care of the need coursing through your veins after you were clean,

azriel wordlessly stepped into the huge tub, large enough to accommodate his massive illyrian wings. you followed, allowing yourself you settle between his toned thighs, your back pressed against his front. you sighed contentedly as the warm water soothed your bones. you completely relaxed into azriel, his hands on your hips, rubbing small circles into your skin under the water.

after allowing you several minutes to relax into the water, azriel wordlessly picked up the loofah and soaped it up. he washed your body, staring with your arms, moving you your torso, then finally passing the loofah to you so you could wash your legs. he helped rinse the soap off your body. azriel would never admit it to anyone but you, but his favorite thing to do was to take care of you. he waited 500 years for his mate, and he wasn’t about to let that slip through his fingers. the spymaster took great pleasure in doting on you.

once the water had gone cold, you and your mate stepped out of the tub, allowing the water to drain. you let azriel dry your body off with a towel, then watched as he toweled himself off. he hung the towel over the edge of the tub, then led you back into the bedroom with his large hand on the small of your back. the two of you slipped into bed, and you nearly moaned at the feeling of the silk sheets against your bare skin. azriel pulled you into his strong arms and held you close, spooning you against his body. it was by far your favorite position to cuddle in, because it gave you such a wicked advantage.

you shifted your hips against his, smirking when you felt his hardness against your backside. she groaned quietly into your ear.

“not fair,” he breathed. you feigned innocence.

“what, i’m just trying to get comfortable,” you said coyly.

“sure you are,” and you didn’t even have to see his face to know he was rolling his eyes. he ran his fingers over your ribs, making you shiver. you bit your lip as his skilled fingers found their way up and up, finally landing on your breast. he circled your nipple slowly, making you squirm back against him.

he finally pinched your nipple between his thumb and index finger, making him smirk as you moaned quietly. he pinched again, before tugging lightly.

“az,” you moaned quietly.

“hmm? is there a problem, love? i’m just trying to get more comfortable,” he threw your words back at you, making you groan.

“that’s not funny.”

“i thought it was pretty funny,” he said, tweaking your other nipple for good measure. you gasped softy and rutted your hips back against him, making him moan at the contact. the feeling of his hardness behind you made your core ache with need. you rocked your hips back against him and he squeezed your breasts with his calloused hands.

his fingers trailed back down your ribs, down your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “may i touch you?” he whispered against your ear.

you nodded and sucked in a breath when you felt his finger circling your clit. he rubbed the sensitive bud lazily, and peppered kisses along the back of your neck. you arched into his touch, wanting and needing more from him.

“please, az,” you breathed out.

“tell me what you need,” he demanded quietly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. the sensation sent shockwaves down your spine.

“I need you. inside me,” you told him.

“let me taste you first,” he said, “on top of me. sit on my face and let me treat you like a queen.” your breath hitched at his words and a white hot heat hit your lower stomach. you quickly sat up and positioned yourself above his face, not missing the hunger in his eyes. you balanced yourself on the balls of your feet, your legs straddling his head. you gripped the headboard in front of you for support.

azriel grabbed your hips and pulled your core down onto his mouth. your eyes rolled back in your head as his tongue ravaged your body. he loved tasting you like this, you on top of him, him completely at your mercy holding him down with your thighs. his talented tongue quickly found your clit and worked it expertly. you ground yourself down on his face, moaning his name loudly.

“fuck, just like that,” you encouraged him. you felt his tongue slip inside you and you almost lost your balance above him. he gripped your ass roughly, holding you in place. azriel ate you greedily like he’d been lost in the desert and you were his first meal in years. you squirmed in top of him, rutting your clit against his nose as you felt your release barreling towards you.

“gods, az, you’re gonna make me-” you couldn’t even finish the sentence because his tongue found your clit again and you came hard for him. your legs shook and you needed his hands to keep you upright. he helped guide you back down on the bed. you both panted heavily and you screwed your eyes shut, the force of your orgasm leaving you reeling.

you felt azriel’s hand cupping your face and you opened your eyes to meet his.

“you look so pretty when you come for me,” he said smirking. the look had another wave of arousal hitting you.

“well, you’ll get to see me come for you again, because i still want you inside me,” you told him.

“oh yeah?” he challenged.

“yeah. but i want to taste you too,” you said as you directed him to lay down on his back.

he followed your order, and you crawled down to kneel between his legs. your pupils were blown out wide with lust as you eyed his hard cock in front of you. it was no secret that azriel has the largest wingspan out of all of his brothers. he was thick and long, and the sight of him had you licking your lips.

gripping him in your hand, you dipped your head and placed a soft kiss to the tip. he looked down at you with half lidded eyes and moaned softly. you smirked slightly, loving the effect you had on him. you swirled your tongue around the head and moaned at the taste.

“mmm, i love your cock, az,” you smirked again at the groan that fell from his lips, “it’s so big and it tastes so good,” you moaned before taking him into your mouth. azriel was so large that you could only fit about half of him in your mouth, so you gripped your hand around the base. you bobbed your head and your hand in unison, loving the way azriel moaned for you. his hips bucked up, making you gag slightly. he gripped one hand in your hair and the other twisted around the sheets. he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tightly. he was trying his best to resist the urge to slam his hips and fuck your face. you pulled away with a smirk and his flew open and he stared at you.

“you want to fuck my mouth, baby?” you taunted. he nodded vigorously.

“so do it. take what you need from me.”

and just like that your mouth was around him again. both of his hands were twisted in your hair, and he bucked his hips up, fucking your mouth. you moaned around him and tears sprung to your eyes as he hit the back of your throat.

“you look so good choking on my cock,” he said, “so beautiful with your mouth so full.” his words had you reaching down to rub your clit, desperately needing release.

azriel suddenly pulled you off of him and you looked up at him quizzically, with spit running down your mouth as you panted heavily. he could’ve come from the sight alone.

“i don’t want to come until i’m inside you,” he told you. you nodded in understanding, and crawled your way on top of him. you positioned your entrance over his cock and sank down slowly. each of you let out a moan of pleasure as he filled you.

you rocked your hips against his slowly, allowing yourself to adjust to his size. you felt so full with him inside you. after adjusting to the way he stretched you open, you began a brutal pace.

you slammed your hips into him, needing to feel him wreck you. he moaned loudly and bucked his hips up, meeting your hips with his own perfectly timed thrusts. the headboard slammed into the wall but neither of you paid it any attention. if anything, it only encouraged you. his eyes were glued to your breasts, watching them bounce in front of his face with every movement you made.

you rode azriel hard and fast, wanting to milk his cock, needing to feel him explode inside of you. you new your were getting close when he chanted your name over and over, and squeezed his eyes shut. he grabbed your hips roughly and slammed you down on him. you cried out as your own orgasm tore through you violently.

“oh, fuck, azriel!” you screamed for him and that sent him over the edge. he came deep inside you, filling you all the way up. you rocked your hips, working both of you through your orgasms. once you came to a complete stop, he opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“i love you,” he said. and you returned the sentiment, placing a soft kiss to his lips. you pulled yourself off of him and collapsed in the bed next to him. you groaned, suddenly annoyed.

“now i need another bath,” you grumbled. he laughed.

he’d take you back to the camp you two had set up in the forest and bring you into his tent. he would get you on the ground and straddle your hips.

azriel would pin both of your hands above your head with one of his, and he’d wrap his other hand around your throat with just enough pressure to make you wet.

“don’t you dare go against my orders again,” he’d growl in your ear. the sensation would send a shiver up your spine. “do you understand me?” his hazel eyes would be filled with a mix of rage and lust.

“y-yes, sir,” you’d say, looking into his eyes. he’d dig his hips into yours roughly, making you yelp.

“good girl. remember who’s in charge here.” he would smirk as you tried to buck your hips up into his, needing the him to ease the pressure between your legs.

“you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you? did you pull that stunt just so i’d punish you?” you’d shake your head. you didn’t mean to go against him. you just wanted to do what you thought was best. the punishment was just an added bonus.

he’d just chuckle darkly, clearly not believing you. he would release his grip on your throat and wrists and make quick work of removing your leathers, then his own. leaving you under him in just your bra and panties, and him in just his boxers.

azriel would kiss your neck, then nip at it, leaving little marks all over. you would groan at the particularly rough bites, squirming under him for some relief from the heat pooling in your core. you would feel his own arousal pressing against your body, making you moan softly. he would make his way down your chest before finally removing your bra.

he would need to take a minute to stop and let his eyes roam you body. “so beautiful,” he’d breathe softly before kissing your breasts. his skillful mouth would work over your nipples, sucking and biting softly just the way you like. you would moan loudly, causing him to put one of his large, scarred hands over your mouth.

“do you want everyone to hear what a little slut you are for me?” he’s hiss. cassian and rhys had their separate tents around your own.

you would look at him wide eyed and shake your head. you had a reputation to uphold and you didn’t want anyone to see what a writhing mess you became at the shadowsinger’s touch.

azriel would smirk at you before making his way down your body and ripping your panties off. he wouldn’t even give you the chance to react before kissing your clit softly, making you arch your back desperately needing more contact. az would hold your hips down and completely devour you.

the spymaster would have to cloud you both with his shadows to muffle the sounds, knowing that the threat of people hearing you couldn’t stop the noises falling from your lips.

he’d add one finger, then two, then three inside you while his mouth went to work on your clit. he’d smirk against your sensitive skin as you clamped your thighs around his head and ground your hips down, fucking yourself on his fingers. azriel would curl his fingers just right and it would have you reeling. he wouldn’t let up until you came hard, chanting his name like a prayer.

he was so good with his mouth and his hands, but you would need more. need him inside you.

“please” you’d beg, “i need you to fuck me.”

the shadowsinger would look up at you with glazed, hungry eyes, his mouth still wet with your release. “get on your hands and knees. i’m going to fuck you like the slut you are. i’m going to give you just what you deserve.” and you’d scramble to climb on your hands and knees like he said. you would open your legs and offer yourself to him. and he’d take it.

he’d enter you slowly- he’s big. he doesn’t want to really hurt you. you would would cry out with him completely inside you, stretching and filling you to the brim. teetering the line between pain and pleasure. “az,” you’d moan his name softly, “please move, i need it.” you would tell him when you were adjusted to his size. that would be all the encouragement he would need.

he would fuck you rough and hard, the force making you brace yourself with your hands and grit your teeth. his thrusts would be fast and brutal making you moan his name loudly.

azriel would grab your hair and pull your head back towards him so he could growl in your ear, “you take it so well, pretty baby. you look so good when i’m inside you.”

you’d cry out and slam your hips back against him, nearly sobbing at the sensations, “you fuck me so good, az! so good, so fucking good!”

he would snake his hand around you and rub your clit and you would come completely undone. you’d come hard, screaming his name. hearing his name from your lips as your pussy clenched around him would send him over the edge. he’d grit his teeth and come with a growl, filling you up. the spymaster would let you catch your breath before pulling out of you, making you groan softly.

azriel would clean you up, then help you into his cot, where he’d lay down at your side. he would pull you into his arms and wrap his wings around both of you.

“i’m sorry,” you’d whisper into the darkness, “i shouldn’t have gone against your orders. he’d look at you with his hazel eyes going soft, looking at you with such adoration. so much love.

“don’t do it again. please. i can’t lose you.”