a/n: this was requested to me so long ago, and I feel horrible for taking so long but alas, here it finally is. I plan on making this a series with the bat boys and maybe the vanserra bros too.
I think azriel is a switch; dom leaning.
he’s mainly a soft dom but alternates to a hard dom sometimes too. he can be submissive, but only if you ask or he needs to be taken extra care of.
azriel tends to baby you during sex; calling you pretty nick names, caressing your skin, kissing you all over, making sure you’re feeling just as good as he is.
speaking of nicknames, he has the best ones for you that make your pussy clench just from him calling you them.
princess, angel, bunny, and sweet girl are the most common, but they never really stop. he always finds new titles to make you flustered and wet.
pussy eating is a daily routine for him. never once has he sinked his cock in you without getting a taste first, making you cum at least once beforehand.
he just loves the fucking taste of you so much, the days that he doesn’t fit eating you out in his busy schedule are always bad ones. it’s comical to you, but if you giggle about it, you’re in trouble.
punishments are never mild with azriel. spanking sessions are long and harsh, your ass is definitely a shade of purple and blood red once he’s finished.
he’ll carve his initials in you if you need reminding of who’s pet you are too. but that’s only if you’d gone too far to make him jealous.
overestim and edging are big ones for him when you’ve done something minor.
he’s the type to eat you out, but stop as soon as your right on the edge then go about his day. he won’t fuck you before bed that night either to teach you a lesson.
with overstimulation, he’d keep lapping at your clit until your sobbing for him to stop, then fuck you for hours until you’re both soaked in squirt.
making you a squirting mess is his favorite thing ever btw.
this male has SUCH a dirty fcking mouth. like seriously, you can’t get him to shut up.
“what a pretty girl.”
“fucking love this cock don’t you?”
“tell me who’s fucking you this good, princess.”
“gods, I love the way you say my name, angel. keep screaming it for me.”
sigh, I need him.
his hands love wander all over your soft curves, squishing your chub adoringly as he stares into your teary, fog filled eyes. he always whispers to you about how you feel like paradise in his hands.
cum! rings!
he loves looking at the way his cock disappears inside of your lush cunt, then comes back with a white, creamy ring at the base from how much you’ve came.
his kisses are hot, and filled with such passion that it could make the cruelest lords fold under him, and it makes your knees buckle and walls clench every time his lips find yours. his tongue is everywhere in your mouth exploring. the smell and taste of him is intoxicating and you savor every bit as his fucks you.
omg okay, wingplay.
it’s the absolute death of azriel, let me tell you
usually, when you want to expel the prettiest whines and moans from him, you would drag your fingertips along the curves and bones of those glorious wings.
and boy, no matter what mood he is in; weather he’s pissed at you and pounding you so fucking hard, or feeling so loving to you— the second your graze the sensitive membrane, he’s a goner.
“fu-fuck, beautiful.” he’d whine before sinking his lips to yours and moaning against them as you keep tickling him.
also, wingplay definitely helps you when you’re in a lot of trouble— if your hands are free that is.
which gives me an idea: kissing his wings.
you usually only do this when you’re making love or you’re the one in control. either way, it makes him crumble instantly.
a few opened mouth kisses and some licks to the underside can get him desperate and ready to cum so fast. he actually starts to buck his hips in the air because he just wants to finish so bad.
when he cums, which is in a fairly decent amount of time; not too quick, but not too slow. you usually cum once or twice on his cock before he finishes inside.
he cums ropes too.
the fucking sounds this male makes—
im talking whimpers, beautifully dark whimpers and moans as he fills you up. his wings flutter softly and shake, his thighs and abs clench and he usually seeks out your shoulder or bottom lip to bite.
aftercare is always a top priority !!!
sometimes he runs you a bath immediately, others he just stays with you and holds you close while telling you how good you’ve been for him, how much he loves you, how pretty you are as he peppers soft kisses all over your face.
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a/n: yes, I caved and set aside all of my requests and drafts to write this. no, I am not sorry.
Azriel is a fucking god at this shit, okay? Anything pussy related this man is a pro at and you can’t tell me any different. Fingering? Amazing. Fucking? Absolutely beautiful. Eating? A damn expert. This male doesn’t eat it, no he makes out with it. If you were wet before he dove in, you’re going to be drenched when he’s finished because he gets messy too, no fucks given about his saliva or your arousal. It’s coated on his lips, chin and even nose when he comes up to kiss you. He kitten licks at first, but then goes all in; sucking, nibbling softly, spitting on it, shoving his face in it deep, rubbing his nose on your clit while he tongue fucks you—
Rhysand is more of a tease about it more often than not. He uses pussy eating as a foreplay, a way to warm you up before he makes love to you. He’d lap up all of your juices slowly, taking his sweet ass time tasting you before taking your clit between his lips and sucking very softly. He’s careful about how much you feel, and it always leaves you wanting so much more— which he always provides later on when his cock is inside of you. But, if he simply just wants to eat your pussy for the fuck of it, he’s anything but teasing. He’s all in, sucking on your clit harshly, licking up your folds while looking into your eyes, fucking you with his tongue. He doesn’t get as messy as Azriel, but his lips and chin are glistening when he comes up with a smirk.
Cassian is a clit sucker through and through. The second he crawls down there, his lips capture the little bud and just go from there. His tongue flicks at it, softly at first then harder as it progresses. He’d release you with a ‘pop’ after a minute or two to lap at the dripping arousal leaking out of your hole, then go right back to suckling on that bundle of nerves until your clawing at him to stop. His chin is covered, but he wears the goofiest grin as he kisses your cunt as a ‘thank you’ after.
Bonus: cum coated fingers
When Azriel fingers you, he sucks your cum off of them then shoves his spit coated digits in your mouth to taste. Omg he’d coo at you too, telling you how pretty you are while sucking on his fingers.
Rhysand looks into your eyes while popping them into his mouth and sucking your cum off, slipping into your fucked out mind to show you how sexy you look.
Cassian sucks your cum off his big ass fingers then wipes the saliva on your nipples, calling you his pretty girl before sliding his cock inside.
author’s note: just an unhinged little drabble about riding azriel 🥵
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?"
you nodded, tired eyes fluttering as he cradled you against his chest. "yes, please." he chuckled as you nuzzled into his neck. "i love cuddling with you, azzie."
Description: Azriel’s love had always been rough-edged but in the soft light of morning his love is reverent, devout, almost holy.
Word count: 2.8K
Warnings: 18+ only! this wasn’t a request it’s just shameless smut without plot (dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral sex, etc).
This is the sequel to Ruin but they can be read separately. Part II here.
Tossed from the bosom of dreams and into the arms of a pastel morning you wake with a jolt.
The sun perforates through the thin satin of the curtains and fractured light illuminates the room in golden shadows. It’s a myriad of dancing light, like a broken kaleidoscope, sparkling and shattered– but beautiful still. The sun soaks your dewy skin with her burning kisses, searing white hot into naked flesh and the smell of sleep and sex lingers in the air. You lie cocooned between creased sheets, and recount the night before; his rough touches, and the feeling of his calloused palms as they gripped your hips, his chest and how it tasted of salt, his lips and the curses that fell from them like prayers as pleasure washed over you both.
Your fingers ghost over the bruises that he has left. They bloom like roses on the expanses of exposed skin. The stirring of the body next to you, pulls your from the thoughts of last nights tryst. Rolling onto your side you’re greeted with Azriel’s sleeping figure; his hair falls in messy strands onto his face, the longer hairs sticking to his forehead that is coated in a thin veil of sweat, his long eyelashes press against the tops of his fine high cheekbones and the dull crescent moons under his eyes are hardly visible, his mouth parts slightly, soft snores erupting from him. You watch closely as the rise and fall of his chest lulls you into a hazy state wakefulness. He looks at peace in this light, the shadowed sunbeams ribboning onto his sleeping form casting him in a heaven-yellow light.
Lost in introspective thoughts you don’t realise that he has woken from his slumber. His eyes flutter open, hazel irises illuminated in the daylight, flecks of gold and amber that melt into leafy green. Your eyes bore into his and the ghost of a smile forms on your face as he rubs the remnants of sleep from his eyes.
Still half-dreaming Azriel snakes his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, feeling the heat of his body and the beating of his heart in his chest that rises and falls in a steady rhythm. His mouth runs blazing trails of messy kisses down your neck and along your collarbones, nipping at the sunkissed skin of your shoulders and whispering words of adoration into perfumed skin. The memories of not so distant fever dreams, passion still hot in his veins only this morning in the soft, pale light his love is gentle, careful, almost holy.
You relish in his tight embrace and the heat of his skin thaws the cold morning chill away. Him and the sun; burning and ardent. You sigh contently as the gentle kisses he places at the base of your neck become more urgent, breathing him in as he runs his fingers through your hair, you are reminded what heaven smells like; icy air and cedar. Brushing a stray hair from his forehead you stretch in his hold and you bruise like fruit flesh in his tender grip.
Azriel shifts in his position, rolling onto his forearms and his hands settle between your shoulders and your head, sweeping your hair which has fallen in haphazard curls away from your face. Your body curls into him, fitting together like it was always supposed to be this way-- you and him in the pale morning light.
Swallowed by his height and the expanses of his broad shoulders you run your hands over the taut muscles beneath his skin. As your body, still flirting with sleep, melts into him, you snake your arms around his neck, one hand stroking the loose strands of chestnut at the nape of his neck and the other tracing the inky patterns along his right shoulder blade. Your lips meet his slowly, breathing him in with ardour and adoration, deepening the kiss, your swollen lips pressing into his harder this time. Azriel’s hands come to either side of your face, cradling you in his palms, the calloused pad of his thumb tracing soft circles onto the skin of your cheek, running along your cheekbones, temple and jaw. His lips move slow against yours as you melt into each other. He sighs into your mouth, taking you into him, clinging to you, his breaths synchronising with yours and lulling you into a state of bliss.
The way he touches you is full of devotion and something akin to worship. He looks at you more reverently than he does any divine being or High-Fae. He doesn’t know if he believes in a The Mother but looking at you all sleepy, and sunkissed and ethereal, wrapped up in divine light he believes in something. He’s been searching for too long for a place to worship and you, whispering his name like sin against his skin and your hands scorching his flesh, seem the closest to the next world that he will ever get.
He rocks gently into you, his lips dragging across the skin of your neck, brushing his knuckles over the soft, exposed planes of skin at your ribcage, only stopping to whisper in a language you can’t understand, words comparable to prayer.
In those fleeting moments, doused in pale light as he moves over you, it’s clear that the need for each other outweighs all else. Yearning for release, longing for him makes everything more intoxicating. Your breathing grows laboured and heavy with a serene bliss, your senses blur, drunk on his touch and the heat of his skin on yours. His calloused hands, once covered in blood, kiss hymns up your sides, scars grazing over yours, skin whispering and limbs, like heavenly bodies caress your supple skin as they curled into each other, entwining two bodies and becoming one.
His breath hitches in his throat, coming out in breathy rasps as he comes to rest upon your hip, you push your bare hips into his. His cock hardens, silken and cool marble beneath your touch as you press against him in an unyielding rhythm. He groans, his eyes darkening and boring into yours, lips parting and eyes drifting shut so beautifully that your walls tighten at the sight of him. You stroke your hand up and down his length, growing harder under the delicate touch of your hand– the hand of the Gods he thinks to himself.
Azriel pulls your hand from him and entwined his fingers with your own, kissing you, he sucks your lower lip lightly, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He begins to kiss down your jaw, the crook of your neck, the base of your throat and collarbones, the peaks of his knuckles ghosting the skin of your hips and thighs. Dipping his head into the valley of your breasts, his nose and beard grazing the silken skin as he hums against you, taking a hardening nipple in his mouth while he massages the other. He has committed the maps of your body to memory; always able to find a home in you, returning to those sweet spots he knows make you weak. Giving yourself over to him you exhale, arching your back into him, his one hand holding you, where your back curves away from the bed and into him.Your lips parting with a gasp as his tongue runs light circles over your nipples, flicking them slowly, the grain of his stubble rough against your softness.
Sinking slowly down the curves of your body, savouring you in the light of the rising sun, Azriel prays to you, his words and his touch like velvet over your skin and into your ears. Whispers of worship and the sound of his lips on your skin, marking you as his. You thread your fingers through the tresses of his head when his head settles between your parted thighs kissing odes into the skin there.
You cry out softly, gentle rasps, like hymns when his tongue begins to circle your clit. Sliding his strong arm over your hips so he can hold you still, his muscles, taut and contracting beneath the skin, he holds you down with ease. You’re painted in a blush the colour of the dawn sky as he runs his tongue up your folds, watching your hips struggle to roll in his hold, his pupils dilating and sharpening, a look of devout adoration glinting in his hazel eyes.
Azriel’s tongue sends waves of pleasure rippling through you, heat that creeps up your spine and pools in the pit of your stomach. Your mouth falls agape, a string of curses and praises falling from your pink lips. A soft furrow of your brows in an effort to stop yourself coming undone. Your pleasure and heavenly moans only make him grow more ravenous, he hums deeply as his tongue, inside of you, causes your hips to roll in protest. Sliding his hands around your hips he holds you to him, continuing his assault against you until you’re begging to come undone, begging for him. He draws his lips away from your core, only obliging you by pressing two fingers into your tightness, your walls fluttering around him. His lips fall open, laboured breaths falling from his lips in curses.
You fist at the sheets, needing him close as your body begins to writhe under him, the slow, hypnotic movements of his fingers making you ache. He returns to you, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before pressing his forehead to yours and watching you as he thrusts his finger inside of you; a thin veil of sweat on his brow, lips parted and through his eyes darkened in lust you swear you see his soul.
“Come on, baby,” he whispers, silencing your gasps with kisses, “I’ve got you.”
Your walls begin to clench around his fingers and Azriel’s breath catches in his throat, his eyes leave yours, that search for heaven behind his, to watch himself once more, his fingers curling into your sweet spot, swearing before your permit him to put his lips upon yours again.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he murmurs, “Come for me.”
Unravelling, coming undone is easy with his words in your ears and his arms sheltering you, cradling you against his chest as your body quakes with the rippling waves of your orgasm as you come, your cries quiet against Azriel’s lips.
Gentle and unyielding, he doesn’t give you time to recover, sitting up and pulling you into his lap, your ankles digging into the base of his spine and the length of his cock, like marble smooth and hard at your entrance. Adjusting to his size you hold Azriel’s face and look down to his parted lips, drinking in his breathless sighs and whispers of reverence as you roll your hips against the thickness of his cock. Swearing sharply, he arches himself into you filling you. His knuckles grazing the knots in your spine, he holds his lips against your forehead as his thumb traced the outline of your swollen lips, smiling against you when your kiss the calloused pad of his thumb.
“you okay, pretty baby?” Azriel murmurs, voice soft and soothing against your skin, nodding in response to your hum of agreement. “Always so good for me.”
Slowly at first, he fucks into you, gradually gaining momentum as your tightness yields to him. You’re left unable to answer his question, moaning into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle your cries. He combs the messy strands of hair that has fallen into your face with his fingers, curling them away from your face while your name, like some ancient prayer, falls from his parted lips. His hands roam your body, touching with delicate caresses the curves and contours of your body, his arm resting on the bottom of your spine, his hand splayed across the small of your back as he thrusts into you, your hips rolling to meet his movements.
“Don’t stop,” you say airily, tugging on the dark hair that rests at the nape of his neck.
His head falls back, eyes closed and lips parted as he draws closer to his own orgasm. Azriel’s head falls to rest in the crook of your neck, his forehead settling onto your skin marked with the ghosts of his adoration. Unable to find the words, he only growls vows into your skin as his hand on your back pulls you further into him.
With your bliss encroaching the world seems to blur at its edges, bursts of colour and white light momentarily blinding as he fucks into you at an unforgiving pace, his thrusts rough and sporadic as he teeters on the edge of heaven.
Azriel moves you upon his cock and it brings a blush to your skin, pink staining the exposed flesh of your chest. Your moans now little more than whispers as he brings you to the brink of paradise, your body wrapped around his as he lays you back down, pressing your into the bed. Azriel pulls away admiring the glow of your skin in the morning light as the sun peeks over the horizon; the pink and gold sun beams falling in technicolour ribbons and becoming tangled between the waves of your hair. As he comes back to you, pressing his lips roughly to yours his hips begin to snap into yours at a faster pace than before, desperate for release. His lips never leave yours, holding your face in his hands again, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. He groans against you, your ankles crossed against the small of his back, holding him in place.
Your orgasm stirs in your stomach like a raging tempest, whispers of pleasurel dissolves into profanity. Stroking your cheeks, running his thumb over your jaw and up your neck, and whispering in your ear those words that only he knows, he sanctifies your body, bringing a hand to your clit, rubbing slow circles and coaxing your orgasm closer still, so you give yourself over to him and sacrifice never felt so unholy.
Azriel’s name once fierce on your tongue dissolves like sugar, like prayer– you whisper it. Unholy against rose petal lips. It catches in your throat like confessional and he fucks you like a God. Thrusting deeply into you, as his lips leave blazing kissed along your collar bones, his thrusts don’t slow even as the heat of him spills inside you.
There’s no scripture that ever foretold you of such sweet agony; his hands in yours, or his lips that atone a mass across your heaving chest, or the blasphemy he rasps when he spills into you. His fingers bruise like sin into the cradle of your hips. When he’s buried so deeply inside of you until the only word you know– his name– falls from your lips. You wonder if other angels fell so sweet.
Laying you back down on the bed he sits back, pulling out of you watching his orgasm spill from you with a lustful gaze. He rubs comforting circles into your hip with his thumb, his head tilts slightly as he watches you; the rise and fall of your chest beginning to even out, his skin on yours grounding you to this earth. Your skin sheened with a thin veil of sweat, pallid in the divine light of high summer.
Crawling to him, kissing his damp chest that tastes of salt and sweat, and taking his softening cock in your hand, his moans are gospel against your bare chest. Azriel groans softly, his eyes closing as your hand on his skin is a familiar paradise.
You lean your forehead against his and graze the tip of your nose with his, as your lips moved to meet him halfway. Before he kisses you, those amber eyes lock with yours and linger there, as if to convey what your words could not. The harsh edges of your narrow eyes soften. He looks at you in a way that assures you it will be this way, always. All you can do is kiss him, inhaling slowly as you press your lips to his. A warmth settles in your chest when his eyes catch yours again. Laying on his chest, melting into him again, you breathe him in and he hums gently. The heat of the sun and the comforting silence lulls you into a misty wakefulness.
Your finger ghosts his tattoos where the sharp blade of his shoulder meets inky black shadow and your legs entangle themselves in his as he murmurs vows of reverence in a foreign tongue against your dewy skin. The sun finally breaks over the horizon, the veins of amber, topaz and molten gold illuminate the sky.
It’s then he realises that not all angels are made of flesh and feather, milk and honey, molten gold and stardust; some are made of scars and sin, sleep and sweat, flesh and blood and in the heaven yellow light you look holy to absolve him
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Warnings: Smut smut smut!!! Daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, but also praise
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Rowan had been away on a mission for Maeve for weeks and you missed him dreadfully. You hated spending time away from as it always made you anxious as your brain rushed to horrible conclusions about all the sad things that could be happening to him. and all that time spent alone ensured that when he did return you were ready to throw yourself all over him and have him rail you into the next week.
a/n: it’s been a minute! but i’m really excited about this one. it’s been one hell of a summer, and i hope it’s been great for all you. i’m thinking i may turn this into a bit of a universe or series type thing? i make references to a couple scenarios i may write. idk. lmk if you are interested. as always, requests are open. i absolutely love hearing the ideas you guys have, so if you have any ideas, don’t be shy! and if you wanted to be added to a rowan taglist (or any of my other taglists) lmk and i would be happy to add you! also, the gif does not belong to me. all credits to the owner.
you were exhausted. and cold. and incredibly annoyed. as if your days training with rowan and gavriel weren’t challenging enough, adding the uncontrollable outdoor elements of mistward always made the sessions worse.
the day had spent practicing various sword maneuvers, and then a few hours of intensive sparring in which you were expected to apply what you learned. it was all going just fine until an hour into sparring, it started to rain. it wasn’t just the typical drizzle of mistward, no. it was a downpour. your skin was being pelted by huge droplets of water, and the once solid grass was beginning to turn into a muddy mess.
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.
Those are totally random thoughts I had and just kept collecting, also I'll be adding new ones when I'll come up with something. Feel free to reblog and add yours <3
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
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you entered the bedroom you shared with your mate at the house of wind in velaris, slamming the door being you. it was a particularly rough mission and rhysand was officially on your last nerve with his critiquing. how dare he complain about your field work, when he wasn’t there!? you defended his city while he sat on his ass cuddling baby nyx all day!
you practically growled with annoyance as you started stripping off your leathers, only aware of a presence in the bed when azriel sat up with a start. taking in his mussed hair and flushed cheeks, you concluded that’s you’d interrupted your mate’s nap. you winced slightly and met his sleepy hazel eyes.
“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.
“i’ll get one started for you, my love,” he said, kissing your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.
𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 who likes to fuck you from behind. He loves the way your ass slaps against his pelvis. His dick ramming hard against your walls. But you know what else he loves? It's the way you're drooling as he takes a glance in the mirror. You were on your fours when you guys started but now after almost half an hour in this position, your elbows gave up and laid flat. Your knees are going limp but Toji is determined to make you come atleast four times.
"T-toji...can't cum anymore," you cried.
"Oh c'mon, sweetheart. Since when did you start giving up so early—fuck!" He hissed when your walls started clenching.
"Fuck, y/n. Telling me you can't cum yet here your holes are devouring my dick."
Toji's dick was too big. You did not have the energy to spread out anymore.
"Can't help it—Holy fuck I am close," you cried and that was enough for Toji to fuck you into your fourth orgasm.
All the energy came rushing down and you walls spasm against his cock. Your eyelids felt heavy.
"How about we skip work today?" Toji pitied you.
You looked up at him, tired and angry. "Why? Did you expected go with almost broken knees?"
"I mean...I can carry you if it hurts that much—"
"NO. My boss already hates you after you slapped him the other day," you argued.
He rolled his eyes. "Well then he shouldn't have been staring at your ass like that."
"Valid. But still. Fuck you."
"Oh I thought you were tired. But I can go all day if ya want—" and a pillow landed on his face.
okay but imagine being one of az’s spies and going against his orders and putting yourself in danger. he’d be so mad. and once he made sure you were okay, he’d have to punish you for disobeying him.
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.”
you’d nod and he’d press a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling him even closer.
Thinking about how addicted to your pussy Katsuki gets. Just needs to be in you all the time. His fingers, his tongue, his cock. You’ll feel his warm hand slide up your thigh while you’re out to dinner with Kirishima and Mina, his large fingers teasing your clit over your panties before pulling them to the side and sliding them deep inside you, pumping them in and out of your heat. You sit there struggling to keep your moans in while he nonchalantly looks over the menu.
You’ll walk in the door from work barely getting the words out that you’re home before his figure appears in front of you capturing your mouth in a hot kiss. He pushes you up against the wall and drops to his knees, roughly pushing your tight pencil skirt up over your hips. “Been thinkin’ about this sweet cunt all damn day.” he tugs your underwear down to your ankles, before grabbing your leg and draping it across his shoulder, your stiletto heel scraping along his back as he literally dives into your pussy. Licking a long, wet stripe up from your already clenching hole to your clit. He alternates between kitten licks and pulsing sucks while his crimson eyes focus on how you’re already arching your back, pushing your hips off the wall, begging him for more. Normally he’d let his sadistic side take over and tease you till you’re shaking, crying, dripping- but the need he has to bury his tongue deep inside you is all-consuming. The next thing you know you’re on your back on the sofa, his face buried between your thighs, tongue plunging inside you. You raise up on your elbows so you can watch him fuck you on his tongue. He eats you like a man starved; his eyes roll back in his head as he moans into your cunt.
When you’re lying in bed, he’ll want you to just cockwarm him. He’ll beg you to let him stick it in. Your back is against his chest as he starts to leave hot open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder and up your neck before you hear his deep voice in your ear “You just feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart. Always so warm and wet for me. Please? Promise that’s all I want. Just to feel you wrapped around my dick”.
So of course, you let him, he pulls your panties to the side and slides his hard cock inside your velvety walls. Thanking you for being such a good fucking girl for him. Telling you how good you feel. How perfect your pussy is. How he wants to be buried inside you forever. You can’t help but moan and push back against him until every inch is inside you. “Fuck. Never met a bitch with such a needy fuckin' cunt, you know that?” he rasps. “Told ya all I wanted was for you to warm my cock for me. That’s not enough for you though, huh?". His fingers find their way to your lips, and you suck them into your mouth swirling your tongue around them as he continues speaking filth into your ear. You feel his cock twitch inside you the sloppier you get until he’s fucking your throat with his fingers. Making you gag while your pussy pulses and flutters around him.
“You want me to fuck you? Want me to stuff you full of my cum? That what you want?” He pulls his fingers from your throat and stuffs them inside your pussy. The added stretch of them makes you see stars. “Please Katsuki.” You pout. “Please move. I need you. Wanna cum around your fat cock. Please.”. His free hand squeezes around your throat as he starts to draw his hips back, painstakingly slow. You can feel him smirk against you as he presses another kiss to your neck. “You're so fuckin’ cute when you beg. I'll give it to you, princess. Don't worry. Gunna make you cum so hard your vision goes black."
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Like one minute u could be reading a book with his head on your lap while you hum softly, running your hands through his hair, and the next he's shoving his face into ur thighs and taking every tug of his unruly hair as a compliment ! You have to cup a hand over ur mouth cuz u don't wanna wake the kiddo, but he's having way too much fun using his huuuge hands to pull you onto his face and eat ur pussy like it's his last meal <3 Get urself a man who can do both <3
“don’t move yet, please.” azriel grumbled, a sleepy haze over both his eyes and voice as a scarred hand wrapped around you elbow to holt you from showering.
you couldn’t be upset at him for stopping you from your usual routine when he looked like this— his growing, black hair tossled from both his slumber and your hands running through it as you put him asleep last night, your fingers massaging his scalp like you had every night. his plump lips were parted, small breaths entering and leaving his mouth calmly, as if he didn’t have a single worry in the world other than sleep and you. although his eyes were gently shut, you could sense he was awake and awaiting your company to crawl back into the warmth of his wing before clinging onto his bare torso once more. speaking of which, the beautifully sculpted body of his was nearly on full display for you, the navy comforter hanging low enough for you to see the dimples on his lower back as his wings hung low, one drooping off of the mattress and comfortably grazing the floor.
his back muscles contorted at he tugged you gently, dreaming of leading you back into bed and under his glorious wing where you belonged at this time every morning. but, you softly resisted.
“azie, baby, i have to go wash up and get ready. i have a date with mor in an hour and last time-“
“last time, you weren’t objecting.” he reminded you, his oceanic deep voice rough with sleep and exhaustion.
you almost shuttered at the remembrance of that wonderful wondering where you woke up with your mate between your legs, giving you hours of pleasure with just his pretty mouth until you were practically screaming the safeword in overstimulation… your best friend was not pleased that she was waiting at rita’s for three hours.
“that’s beside the point, you perv.”
his lips upturned ever so slightly, enough for you to notice but no one else would have they not memorized his every feature.
“you love how dirty i am, admit it, princess.”
you rolled your eyes playfully at azriel, your chest filling with a warmth from the bond, his way of telling you that he loved moments like this between you.
you bent down slightly from your sitting position to give him a kiss, one that said ‘i love this too’.
as your lips met, his eyebrows rose up ever so softly, the movement of your gentle lips on his causing him to wake up a little more.
his tongue swiped the bottom of your top lip, asking for permission to enter the mouth he called paradise. when you parted your lips for him, he entered without hesitation, exploring every inch just as he always did.
you allowed him a few minutes to enjoy himself, savoring the taste of him before you had to leave for a couple hours and not see him until dinner. for any one else, this wouldn’t have been as much as agony as you made it seem. but, the mating bond made every moment that you both were separated, feel like years.
when his hands began to wonder across your sacred places, you broke the kiss before things got too carried away— like they always had.
he groaned softly at the loss, his eyes fluttering open to observe you one last time.
“i have to get ready, azie.” you softly explained, your hand suddenly combing through his hair. “but, you’re more than welcome to join me- as long as you behave, that is.”
he smirked before propping himself up on his strong arm, his eyes raking down your body as it hid underneath the sheer night dress he bought you.
“i will if you do.”
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