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Azriel and Elain making love and their hands like this đđđđ»đđ»
Now, itâs really interesting that you sent me this because I just so happen to have two pins saved to my IDBTWY Pinterest board just like this⊠And because I adore you and this ask, Iâll share them with yâall. đđ„”
What the hell. Iâm feeling generous tonight, so hereâs a few other âhandâ images that are saved to my board. đđ
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Perfection đ
How cute are they together?
Azriel and Elain
Via Beth Gilbert Art
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đźâšManifesting their book âšđź
Night-blooming Flower đžđŠ
Art by me
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When I listen to âFalling Apartâ by Michael Schulte all I think about is Elain and Azriel đ„ș
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my heart canât take it đ„șđ
I just fainted đâ€â€
Azriel looks so peaceful, exactly how I imagine him when he sleeps in her arms đâ€
Elain looking at all the antis like:
Art by: Jessdraw.s
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I love this. So much. đ
You Came For Me (NSFW Elriel Fanfic)
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Summary:Â The night after Azriel rescues Elain from Hybern Elain goes to his tent to make sure he's okay.
Word Count: 5,800
Warnings: NSFW
Notes: This is my first fanfic. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated it. đ€
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She couldnât sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she shivered remembering the things she was trying to forget, the feelings she wanted to scrub away. She couldnât make herself trust that she was safe. She tried to focus on Nestaâs steady breathing and failed. Sounds that had once assured her of her safety now felt meaningless. Nesta had always been her safe haven, the only person who wouldnât fail her or leave her. But the last time they had slept in this tent Elain learned that she was not safe. The cauldron could find her anywhere.
Not that it was Nestaâs fault, really she only had her own stupidity to blame. Her heart and mind warred with themselves, trying to decide what feeling made her cringe more, fear or shame. If she had allowed herself to see what everyone else saw, that Graysen now detested her, then she could not have been so easily lured. But last night she hadnât wanted to accept that his affection could be anything but true. Even now a part of her brain defended him, reminding her that Graysen had been the one to lead her to the cauldron, is was the cauldron acting alone. She felt an internal embarrassment for continuing to defend Graysen to herself, that she allowed her stupid heart to create some hope that wasnât there. She was pathetic.
Everyone in her village had grown up hearing terrifying stories of the Fae above the wall. She had always believed them to have godlike strength. Nothing could, or would, break them. Often she envied them. She was always the meekest of her sisters. Everyone assumed she lacked an opinion on anything, just doing whatever her sisters, mostly Nesta, wanted. In reality she lacked confidence in herself, she always told herself that letting her sisters lead made them happy, why should she push back. But she could imagine herself gaining everyoneâs respect by becoming Fae or revealing some secret magic. Now, that secret dream made her feel even more pathetic. She had become Fae and had gained no oneâs respect. She was still told what to do more often than she was asked her opinion. The lack of any transformation into the strong female she had imagined she truly was only added to her shame. No, even as Fae she was pathetic and boring. Perhaps Graysen had tired of her before her transformation, he just now had an easy excuse to end their engagement.
How many times did she need to suffer embarrassment in front of these people she barely knew? Starting with Graysen making the very public proclamation that he did not want her. Then, she made herself a further fool by wandering off and getting herself captured. In some ways it wouldâve been easier if she had died in captivity. Then she could have been spared everyoneâs pity that was so palpable she could almost see it hovering over them as they looked at her. But no, because of her stupidity she had to be rescued forcing Feyre and Azriel to risk their lives to save her.
Azriel.
Although now she thought very courageously about her death she had to acknowledge that that had been a very real fear just a few hours ago. She would swear she felt the world shift when she saw Azriel appear in the tent in Hybernâs camp. She had never felt relief like that. His presence had a way of making her feel like the person she imagined herself to be, certain, fearless. He looked at her as if he knew her. Well maybe not her, not the her that everyone saw, but the her she wanted to be, the heroine in her daydreams.
She exhaled loudly and rolled over, trying again to fall asleep. Mother, she was pathetic, creating some romantic scenario in her head where Azriel was the one person who saw her. He was probably the angriest with her. He suffered the most injuries attempting to rescue her. Would he resent the fact that he was injured before the battles had even begun? All because Elain couldnât let go of her fiancĂ©. What if Azrielâs injuries hindered him in the battle? What if because of Elainâs rescue he couldnât fight as well and he âŠ
Elain sat up quickly.
No she couldnât think this way. She would have to speak to him, ensure he was fully healed before he could be allowed to fight. Surely the others had thought of this but if they hadnât, she wouldnât allow that to happen, couldnât allow it. If there was a time for Elain to speak up it would be now. Well not now, not in the middle of the night with everyone sleeping, but now in there proverbial sense. Would he be angry with her if she was the reason he couldnât fight? It didnât matter. She was sure he was angry with her anyways.
Maybe that was why she couldnât sleep.
She slowly pulled back her blankets and set her feet on the ground. Keeping her eyes on Nesta the whole time, making sure she didnât stir. She pulled a blanket off her bed and wrapped it around herself as she moved towards the entrance of her tent. A part of her brain was warning this was a very bad idea. If she was worried about everyone being mad at her then she should definitely not make it worse by wandering the camp at night. Again. But another part of her brain, likely the sleep deprived part, was urging her on. Telling her a conversation with Azriel was the only way she would be able to calm down and get any sleep. She slowly pulled back the tent flaps and, with one more glance at Nesta, Elain slipped out.
She was almost positive Azrielâs tent was to the left of theirs and Cassianâs to the right. Too soon she and began to doubt herself. Was he sharing a tent with Cassian? Or Mor? Possibly even both. This was a bad idea. She couldnât even knock and announce herself because how did you knock on a tent. She would just need to go right in.
She began to turn back to her own tent suddenly Azriel was there at the opening, catching her off guard and leaving her standing there speechless, like an idiot.
âElain?â Azriel seemed to exhale her name after a few seconds of silence.
âHow did you know I was here?â A perfectly appropriate greeting.
âMy shadows. They patrol while I sleep. They told me you were outside my tent but I didnât ⊠are you okay?â Azrielâs eyes narrowed as he ran his gaze over her, looking for a source of harm.
âYes. Iâm okay. I just ⊠I wanted to see you. To apologize.â Azriel gave her a look of surprise as a wind whipped through the camp causing Elain to pull the blanket tighter around her shoulders.
âCome in. Please.â Azriel quickly opened the tent further and stepped to the side so that Elain could get out of the cold.
At first his tent seemed smaller than hers, but she saw that was due to the amount of things he had inside. Not that he was messy, but he had a desk covered in neat piles of paperwork. Armor on a dummy in the corner and an impressive display of knives lied out on a small table top. A fire burned near the middle of the tent, immediately warming Elain as the tent flaps closed.
âAre you okay?â Azriel asked again.
Elain turned away from his things scattered throughout the tent to look at him. âYes. I promise you I am okay. I couldnât sleep and I wanted to ⊠I hope I didnât wake you. Were you asleep?â
âNo I wasnât asleep. I was reading.â He motioned to his desk of papers and Elain caught him wince as he lifted his arm.
âPlease sit down. Iâm sorry I made you get up. Are you okay?â Everything came out in a rush. Gods. What was she thinking coming here and bothering him in the middle of the night. She touched his arm, gently guided him to a chair and sitting herself down across from him.
âIâm fine. You donât need to worry.â She noticed how he slowly lowered himself into the chair.
âYouâre not okay youâre hurt.â Elain reached to touch his bandage before catching herself, leaving her hand hovering between them. âIs there anything I can get you? Maybe some tea?â
âIâm fine. You donât have to get me anything.â
âPlease. I would like to help.â
Azriel paused, ready to repeat his no, before seeing that accepting the tea from Elain would help her more than himself.
âSome tea would be great. Thank you.â
Elain busied herself bringing water to a boil over the fire and, after Azrielâs shadows brought her the dried tea leaves, making a pot for the two of them.
âCups?â
âOver there. There are drawers under the table with the knives. They should be in there.â
âThank you.â She located the cups as the tea steeped in the pot. As she poured the tea she realized how calm her body not felt. Perhaps she shouldnât have come here. She suddenly felt exhausted and very ready to sleep.
âHere.â She set Azrielâs cup on the table in front of him. She blew on her own and began to take a sip before thinking better of it and setting it down. Finally, with nothing else to busy herself with, she looked at Azriel. He was already looking at her.
She wasnât sure where to start.
âIâm sorry.â She decided to lead with the phrase she couldnât stop repeating. âMy foolishness put Feyre and you in danger. I will never forget myself for that.â
Azriel closed his eyes, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. âYou have nothing to apologize for. It isnât your fault the Cauldron tricked you.â
âIf I hadnât been such a fool about Graysen it wouldnât have been able to trick me so easily.â
Azriel shook his head. âIt is not foolish to believe the best about the person you love.â
Elain grimaced. âI donât love him.â
âYou donât?â He responded, slightly tilting his head to the side.
âWell,â she blushed. âPerhaps a part of me does but no ⊠not anymore. I see the situation for how it is. How everyone else sees it.â
Something in that statement made Azriel pause. He looked away from her, as if considering something. âDoes it matter how everyone sees it?â
âA few weeks, even days ago I would have said no. It only matters what we, or I, felt but âŠâ She gestured in a direction that she believed was south. âBefore today I thought everyone was wrong and didnât understand what we had. Now it appears I was the only one wrong. When the majority of the people in your life disagree with you, at some point you have to admit itâs probably you whoâs wrong. Donât you?â
Azriel didnât say anything from a few seconds, continuing to stare at something on the ground, before responding. âThat logic makes sense.â
They lapsed into a brief silence where Elain attempted to drink her tea again. This time only slightly burning her tongue before turning back to her next question for Azriel.
âHow bad are your injuries?â
âThey are fine.â
âI could see you grimacing as you sat down. Please Azriel, be honest with me.â
He raised his head when she said his name and met her eyes. âThey are bad, but I have had worse. Rhys, however, has already implied that he doesnât want me in the battle if it starts tomorrow.â
Elain started to apologize again but he waved her off.
âItâs fine. I donât plan to listen to him. I will be fine.â
That caused her to gasp. âYou cannot fight tomorrow. Not if itâs not safe.â
He offered her a grim smile. âI donât think battles are ever considered safe.â
Elain did not return the smile. âYou know what I mean. You are already injured from rescuing me. Youâre already vulnerable. If you were to hurt yourself more, I couldnâtâŠâ She trailed off, not being sure what it was she âcouldnâtâ.
âI will be fine. I have seen many battles and survived.â
She felt her anger grow, both with herself and his casualness. âYou shouldnât have rescued me. You are more valuable than me. Your life means more than mine.â
His grim smile quickly changed to something close to a glare. âMy life means nothing compared to yours.â
Instinctually she reached out to touch his arm, wanting to offer him comfort in any way she could. âHow could you sayâŠâ But when her arm touched his she was too overwhelmed with images to speak.
They reminded her of the dreams she had been having. Ever since she was Made every night she dreamed like she never had before. Dreams that were as vivid as Feyreâs paintings. Sometimes that how they started. She would be looking at one of Feyreâs paintings and not realize she was dream until it came to life or pulled her into it. Some of the dreams were filled with light, the warmth of the sun, the feeling of a new day. Some filled with shadows and whispers, hidden objects that she could never find clearly.
Surprisingly the dreams of the sun were the ones that preceded her worse days. Days filled with anxiety and unease that made her long to go back to sleep but also made her afraid to. These are the days she spent her time in the garden. Dedicating complete focus to her plants and flowers, working through meal times and until the night was so dark she could no longer see the roots. It wasnât until day turned to night that her heart stopped racing.
But now she was sure she was not asleep. She could feel Azrielâs arm and hear the crackling of the fire in his tent. Smell a combination of musk and sweat that she noticed whenever he was close. But what she saw was out of place with the war time tent.
Golden, barely-there sunlight coming in through the windows. Another fire in a different hearth. Windows left open, light grey curtains blowing in the breeze. A garden could be glimpsed through the windows full of red roses. A soft moan that sounded vaguely familiar. Was it her own? She looked around to see white sheets were gripped in her hands. She felt a heat climbing through her body starting at her core. She felt something between her legs. She moved her gaze down her body. Heavy breathing moved her peaked breasts up and down as she tried to find air. Scarred hands on her hips. A head of dark hair between her legs. Another moan. She couldnât help but move her hips in time with his tongue.
Her dreams had never felt this real.
âElain?â She heard someone call her name, but she wasnât sure who. She could still feel a tongue moving between her legs, bringing her to the edge of something she had never felt before. Her body began to shake at the feeling, getting closer and closer to a feeling that wasnât familiar with but was desperate for.
Then her body was truly being shaken.
âElain!â
Her eyes fluttered. Had she closed them? She tried to focus on why she was shaking.
âElain? Are you okay?â The scarred hands were no longer on her hips but on her arms. Holding her firmly, shaking her gently. Azrielâs head was no longer between her legs but looking her earnestly in the eyes.
âI ⊠yes. I think. Iâm okay.â
âDid you have another vision?â
âYes. I think so.â
âHave you been having many?â
âIâm not sure. I have dreams every night, but Iâm not sure if they are visions. They arenât like this.â She motioned to the air as Azriel lowered his hands.
âWhat was this one of?â
She hesitated.
âEven if it doesnât make sense it may be important, for the war.â
âIt was of us.â She couldnât help but answer.
Azriel gave a brief pause, concentrating on keeping his face neutral. âWho do you mean by âusâ? You and me?â
Elain nodded.
âWhat were we doing?â
A description of the images flowed out of her. âWe were in a house, Iâm not sure where. It was peaceful and beautiful. There was a garden outside. We were in bed.â She could feel a blush creeping up her chest to her cheeks. Why did she answer his question. She could have deflected. She must not be fully awake.
Azrielâs cheeks began to blush as he sat up straighter. âOh. And what were we doing in bed?â
Was it a repercussion of the visions that they had to be spoken whether she willed it or not?
âWe ⊠your head was between my legs and you wereâŠâ
Azriel stood up suddenly, effectively cutting her off. âI got it Elain. Thank you.â He quickly walked over to the fire and angled himself away from her.
After a few moments of taut silence Elain braced herself and stood. âI donât know why I said all that. Iâm sorry Iâve made things uncomfortable for you. I will go now. Iâm glad youâre okay.â
But before she could make it more than a few steps Azriel was behind her. Placing his hand gently on her arm, quickly dropping it as she turned around to face him.
âItâs okay. I know what itâs like being a seer. Some visions must be spoken.â
Elain raised her eyebrows. âAre you a âŠâ
âNo.â Azriel cut her off. âBut my mother is, I know what itâs like.â
âDid all of her visions come true?â Elain asked, pink staining her cheeks again.
âI cannot remember if all of them did, but I believe most. Although, not often in the way she suspected.â
âOh.â Elain breathed. The air filling with tension and words left unsaid, until Elain had to say something.
âI would not be upset, if this one came true.â She surprised herself speaking so boldly, but she supposed the vision of the possible future gave her courage that her feelings would be reciprocated.
âElain.â Azriel repeated her name in a rough tone she hadnât heard him speak before.
She wasnât sure who moved first.
His scarred hands were on either side of her cheek, pulling her towards him.
Her hands found his shoulder blades, pulling him to her.
A few touches they had shared before. His hand on her elbow. Her hand on his shoulder. Their fingers brushing. Always they had been gentle, reverent even.
This time their lips clashed. A different kind of reverence, as if their bodies were made to worship one anotherâs.
The line between sin and sanctification had never been so thin.
With Graysen Elain had been always been demure, unsure of herself. She had rarely felt much pleasure of her own and had the vague impression that he didnât expect her to have any.
With Azriel she felt uninhibited, she could be herself with him. Elain Archeron, the naive, mortal girl and Elain Archeron, the high fae, the seer. Either way Azriel knew her and accepted her. It drove her confidence now.
Her hands moved to his chest, broad and firm. She had been held against it many times when he winnowed her, but she would never forget how it felt earlier today when he rescued her from Hybernâs camp. Now she allowed herself to give into the temptation she had felt so many times before and ran her hands over it. Unbuttoning the top of his tunic.
His tongue ran across the seam of her lips, urging her to open them for him. She did so eagerly and when their tongues met they both exhaled quiet moans. His hands moved down her hips, over her ass, gently squeezing before moving further down to the backs of her thighs. He bent slightly to get a hold of them and life her up. Pulling her closer to himself, so that their bodies were perfectly aligned. Her hands moved from his chest to circle his neck, one hand threading through his hair.
She felt his pause. His uncertainty in what she wanted next. She pulled his mouth away from his only far enough to speak. âTake me to bed.â Azriel emitted a louder groan before moving his mouth back to hers as if to claim her. After a few steps he was gently lowering her to the bed before positioning himself on his elbows above her, ensuring no weight was put on her. But she didnât want to be treated so gently. She wasnât afraid of the weight of him, of this. She pulled his neck down towards her as she lifted her hips up to his. Her body responding on itâs own.
Azriel shifted to one elbow so that he could move a hand to her cheek, gently, down to her neck. His hand circled her neck and he squeezed, lightly. Now it was Elainâs turn the moan, the idea of being at his mercy making her come undone. He squeezed harder before releasing and moving his hand down her body, pushing down her loose nightgown until her breasts were exposed. He broke their kiss to look at them.
âGods.â He muttered before moving his mouth to her neck. Kissing and nipping until he reached her breasts. She arched her back, begging him to take them into his mouth. He looked up at her as his mouth hovered over her right nipple. His breath causing it to tighten, nearing pain. He kept eye contact as his tongue darted out. Barely licking the peak. Elain trembled and moaned his name.
âAzriel.â
It was his undoing. His mouth covering her nipple, a hand moving to the other. He sucked and bit until she couldnât stop writhing beneath him, then he moved to her other breast and repeated his worshipping. She felt ready to explode from the feeling on her breasts alone, not to mention the hard length she could feel through his pants when she rubbed against every time his teeth closed around her nipple and she couldnât help but rub against him.
âTake off your clothes.â She managed between breaths. She knew she was shaking too much to manage removing them herself, not to mention she wasnât sure how to remove them from his wings.
He removed his mouth from her breast and lifted his head up so that he could look down on her and meet her eyes. He paused, as if he wanted to capture the moment like he was afraid that when he moved to take off her clothes she would suddenly disappear. She gently placed her hand on his cheek, hoping to offer reassurance through her touch. He lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on her lips but raising himself to stand at the end of the bed.
He made quick work of his clothes and she pushed her own night gown the rest of the way off her body. The soft blues of her gown melting into the dark greys of his clothes at the end of the bed. She barely had an opportunity to take in his hard length, standing straight at attention.
Then he was on her again. Without the barrier of clothes every inch of their skin is touching. Elain had never felt so alive. Like her skinning is on fire and freezing at the same time. Every inch of her taut and screaming for more of Azriel. In any way. In all ways.
He leaned forward to leave another kiss on her lips before moving down her body, leaving a trail of kisses between her breasts, her stomach, above her sex. When he was between her legs he looked up at her. âIs this what you saw in your vision?â He didnât wait for her reply before his mouth was on her. He wasted no time kissing her legs, her thighs. Suddenly his lips and his tongue were between her legs, her sex, exploring her, feasting on all her. âGods Elain.â Azriel moaned into her, causing her to write more. âWhat do I taste like?â She had to ask, had always been curious. Her question caused Azriel to moan again, she felt the vibrations in her core. His tongue dove into her, as if he was trying to distinguish her taste. âSugar.â She laughed gently at his general assessment. Something, anything, sweet. She wondered how he would taste.
His tongue was unrelenting. Licking her up and down. Moving between her folds. Pushing into her. There wasnât a spot of skin between her legs that his tongue didnât touch. Over and over. Her hands moved to his hair, gripping it hard enough that she was sure he must be in pain. But he didnât relented. She couldnât help as her hips began moving on his mouth, riding his tongue. He brought one of his hands to her ass, helping to lift herself onto him. She didnât spare a thought for the fact that they were only in a tent, did not stifle her shouts with the fear of being overheard. She became overwhelmed with the feeling that she was about the explode. Her body barreled towards some kind of release, but there was some a part of her mind that seemed to hesitate, fearing there was something she wasnât doing right, that her sounds were too loud or her writhing too much.
As if sensing her hesitation Azriel moved his hand from her ass to her clit, rubbing it while his tongue moved inside her.
She saw stars.
Her hips bucking into him as he helped her ride out her orgasm. He continued to lick and suck her until she had all but stopped moving. Once he saw that she was exhausted he left one chaste kiss on her before moving back up her body until they were eye to eye. They held their eye contact until Elain lifted herself up to kiss him on the mouth, tasting herself as she did. âYouâre right, like sugar.â She offered, surprised that her own voice was deeper and scratchier than usual. Hopefully that wasnât an indication of how much she had been screaming.
Her declaration pulled another groan from Azriel as he moved to kiss her more deeply. After a few tangles with their tongues she pulled away, bringing her palm to rest on his cheek. âIâve never felt like that before.â
âNever?â He asked with a slight raise of his eyebrows.
She laughed softly. âNo. Never.â
He kissed her again, at first gently, before she was lifting herself to deepen the kiss. To take more of him in. She wasnât done devouring him, having him. Tension began to find itâs way back into her body, her veins. The satiated bliss she felt just moments ago being replaced with the need for more. One hand remained on the back of Azrielâs neck, gently holding his mouth to hers while her other moved down his body. Over the planes of his broad chest, down to his solid stomach, further down until she could feel course hairs and then her hand found what she had been looking for, had been so curious about. The touch of her hand caused Azriel to hiss.
âAre you okay?â She began to feel embarrassed that her inexperience had somehow hurt him. She and Graysen had had sex yes, but there was no extra touching aside from what was needed. She had been content with what it was, but the orgasm Azriel had already given shattered all illusions of satisfaction she had had with Graysen. She now knew how much she had been missing.
Azriel moved his hips so that his hard length was again touching her hand. âWith you I am always okay.â
Her lips turned up in a smile as she kissed him again, capturing his moans with her mouth and she touched his length with her fingers, her hands. Running them up and down him. Marveling at how hard he was, with skin smooth as silk. She wrapped her hand around as much of him as she could and squeezed, pulling another moan out of Azriel. He bucked into her hand once, twice. âFuck Elain. Fuck.â He moved his mouth to her neck and bit down on the skin between her neck and shoulder, causing her to gasp as the pain and squeeze him harder.
Suddenly he was pulling her hand away from him. âIf you keep doing that Iâm going to explode.â
âIs that such a bad thing?â She went to move her hand back to him, but he caught her wrist.
âIt just depends on what you want.â Azriel didnât make it a question, not wanting to push her in any direction she didnât want to go. He wanted to be sure it was completely her decision, her call.
âI want this. I want you.â She had felt that draw towards him, that longing, ever since he first showed up at her fatherâs estate. Cassian had been the Illyrian who had caused her paused, caused her palms to sweat and her legs to tremble with fear at his presence. But upon seeing Azriel in the doorway she had felt a calm wash over her and had somehow known that if Azriel was with Cassian, then she had nothing to fear.
âHave you ever?â
âYes. With ⊠yes I have.â She didnât want to ruin this by speaking Graysenâs name. She didnât want any thoughts of him in her mind ever, much less in this moment.
Azriel nodded, understanding, before lowering himself, lining himself up with her.
âStop me if it hurts.â She nodded but he before he moved he looked her in the eyes and repeated himself. âAsk me to stop.â
âYou wonât hurt me in any way I donât want you to.â
He kissed her as he pushed into her, slowly, only a inch but still causing her to gasp. He pulled out slightly before pushing in further. Her gasps mingling with his moans. On the next push her eyes fluttered close, a pain mixing with the pleasure. He moved his left hand to where they were joined, his right staying by her head where is elbow was propped. He moved his thumb between her legs, above where they were joined, he rubbed her until she began moving on him, arching into him, wanting more.
Then he gave her more.
He pulled out nearly all of the way before sheathing himself inside her fully. Pushing her legs wider to accompany his hips. Her hips arching up further to meet his as she let out a loud moan. When he had allowed himself to picture this with Elain he had imagined going slowly. It was an image he had tried to stop himself from thinking but one what often came to him in the time between waking and dreams, when he didnât have full control of his consciousness. But now that he was inside her, her perfect tightness surrounding him, all rational thoughts were gone and every instinct he had took over. He kept himself from unleashing completely, but only barely.
He squeezed her breast as he moved inside her. She pulled his hair. The sounds coming from her mouth were better than anything he could have imagined. No matter how much he wanted this to last all night he knew he would not last much longer. He raised one of her legs slightly, so that he could push deeper into to her and also be closer to her. He kissed her mouth, her jaw, her neck. Grazing his teeth down to her pulse point, he bit down, claiming her in all the ways he knew how.
The sudden pain of his bite mixing with the wild pleasure she felt every time he reached a spot deeper inside her pushed her over the edge. She clenched around him, bucking wildly to ride out that final explosion of pleasure, moaning her first coherent words.
âAzriel.â
The feeling of her coming around him, the sound of her moaning his name, brought Azriel over his own the edge. He spilled himself inside her, glad for her clenching walls milking him till he was thoroughly spent.
He stayed on top of her after, catching his breath. Hearing her labored breathing in his ear, feeling her breaths gently moving his hair. He gently kissed her cheek, ending their passionate fucking with something so sweet she struggled to catch her breath.
Then he moved, pulling himself out her. She groaned at the absence of him. He got up and walked over to his wash basin. Dipping a cloth into the water before returning to her and gently wiping her between her legs. After he was finished he tossed the cloth back towards the bin. It landed on the floor near by and he didnât bother picking it up. Instead he turned back towards her, taking her in as she lay bare in his bed, starting at her toes and ending with her eyes, as if committing her to memory. Then he brought his hand to his face, as if wiping at the shadow of hair covering his jaw. Finally he sighed, seeming to reach some internal decision, and picked up her nightgown from the floor and holding it out to her.
She frowned as she took it from him, hoping that he would lie down next to her instead.
But he caught her disappointment, as he seemed to catch all of the emotions written on her face.
âI donât want you to leave. Never that. But if Nesta wake and you arenât there, there would be hell to pay.â
She smiled at that truth. âDo you think I can get in without waking her?â
âI will put you in your bed with my shadows. She will never know.â
Elain pulled on her nightgown and picked up the blanket she had wrapped herself in to come to his tent before turning to face him.
For a moment they both looked at each other. Trying to read each other.
Finally Azriel broke the silence.
âWas that like your vision?â
She blushed. âYes. Well. It was similar but we werenât in this tent, we were somewhere else and I didnât see us do everything.â
He offered one of his rare smiles. âGood. So we donât have to be worried this was the last time.â
âNo.â She agreed, returning his smile. âWe certainly donât need to worry about that.â
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https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13843467/13/
a bit of Elriel spice to brighten up your afternoon (believe me, this is hotđ) đđ¶đđ¶đ
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Elriel fluff. I need more Elriel fluffđ„șđ„șđ„ș
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Can you write some elriel funny jealousy with the prompt 88??
88. "(Name)?" - "Yeah?" - "I'm gonna kiss you now" - "Okay" .
Butterfly Kisses and the Warmth of the Sun
Prompt: âElain?â - âYeah?â - âIâm gonna kiss you nowâ - âOkayâÂ
Inspired by the song âGood Daysâ by SZA
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âItâs a beautiful day, isnât it?â Azriel asked, gently lacing his large hand with Elainâs slender one as they sat on the picnic blanket while birds chirped and a gentle breeze ruffled her dress. She tilted her head to the sky and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of the warmth of the sun on her skin and the floaty feeling that accompanied it. The picnic date was Azrielâs idea, and their fourth one. They had started dating a few weeks ago when they met, completely by chance, at Elainâs favorite flower shop. After months of obsessively wondering if Azriel was single and weeks of pining over him, Elain had finally gathered her courage and took the initiative of asking him out on their first date. It was a major hit, and when the night ended, they agreed to see each other the next weekend. Since then, they had taken turns asking each other out, and Elain felt like she was on Cloud 9. Azriel was the one, she was sure of it. Only four dates in, but he made her stomach flip and her heart pound and made her practically vibrate with nervous energy when she went out to meet him. They hadnât kissed yetâno, Azriel was too much of a gentleman to kiss her before he knew she truly wanted to kiss himâand the thought of it made her involuntarily smile. âWhatâre you smiling about?â Said male cracked a smile. Elain slowly opened her eyes with the realization and she collapsed onto the blanket in a fit of giggles. A blush crept onto her already-rosy cheeks as she tried to stifle her laughter, waiting for her giggles to subside. Azriel, horribly endeared with a soft smile on his face, tentatively stroked her hair as he gazed down at her.Â
âNothing,â she grinned back at him.Â
His face turned contemplative. âYouâre beautiful,â he whispered, almost too quiet for her to hear. Elainâs stomach did flips and she giggled again quietly. They stayed in that position, Elain laying down on the blanket as Azriel surveyed her with very soft, very affectionate eyes.Â
The spell was suddenly broken when he had asked her if she wanted a glass of sparkling fruit juice. âPlease,â Elain replied as she hauled herself into a sitting position, adjusting her floral sun hat and dress accordingly. The pair sat in comfortable silence as butterflies floated above their heads and gorgeous rays of sunshine soaked them in light and warmth. âAz, could you pass me a napkin please?â
âHere, baby.â It was Azrielâs turn to flush pink now at the pet name that slipped out.
Elainâs heart soared. âBaby,â She echoed dreamily, âI like the sound of that.â
Azriel laughed, all tension from his expression melting away. Â
A beat passed. âYâknow, Iâve been wanting to call you somethingânot baby, per seâbut something similar to it for a while now,â Azriel said softly.
Elainâs heart leapt into her throat, holding her breath with anticipation. âAnd what is that?â She asked breathlessly.Â
The light from the sun aligned like tiny stars in Azrielâs irises when he opened his mouth to answer. âMine.â
The pure joy in Elainâs heart was overwhelming. Heart soaring, she asked, âAnd if I kiss you now, will you be mine?âÂ
Azriel smiled softly, radiating happiness. âAs long as youâll have me.â
His hazel eyes lingered on hers, searching, yearning. Elain was so lost in his eyes and in the moment itself, she forgot how to speak, and all her previous inhibitions flew out the window, alongside her reasoning.Â
She must have been staring because Azrielâs voice broke her from her trance. âElain?â Her name sounded beautiful on his tongue.
âYeah?âÂ
âIâm gonna kiss you now.âÂ
Elain positively beamed. âOkay,â she whispered breathlessly.
Azriel closed the small space between them with a small shuffle of his knees and suddenly he was kissing her, her lips sliding against his soft ones. The kiss was slow and sensual and good, warmth spreading through Elainâs body and she curled her toes, trying to soak up every sensation, every touch. He licked against the seam of her lips and she let him in, making a soft noise at the back of her throat. At the sound, Azriel let out a hum of approval and Elain positively melted, turning to putty underneath his touch. As their breaths grow heavier, they pull apart and Azriel rests his head against hers, panting quietly. She breathed him in, slightly dazed, as if trying to imprint the memory of his kiss on her skin. Screw heaven. This was all she needed.Â
Elain must have spoken aloud because Azriel barks out a joyous laugh as he breaks away.Â
He smiles. âSo youâll be mine, then?â
âI wouldnât want it any other way,â Elain matches his smile with equal energy and leans forward to place a quick butterfly kiss on his lips.Â
âGood,â Azriel sighs contentedly, crawling closer to her and letting her settle comfortably against his chest as they lay on the picnic blanket, hearts fluttering, watching the clouds drift serenely by.
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Trying my hand again at fluff! Feedback would be greatly appreciated :)
Also: Thank you for the ask-- I took the prompt and ran with it but completely forgot about the jealousy part! Sorry about that!
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my lord đ„”đ„”đ„”đ„”
âCome for me, rose.â
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What can I say, these two give me all kinds of feelings. Slightly NSFW version under the cut.
Iâve been very active on twitter recently, posting WIPs, thoughts, and art. The full NSFW version of this piece can be seen there. You can find me at @livlochan :)!
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Oh my đ„”đ¶đ„”đ¶đ„”đ¶đ„”
Elriel Supremacy forever & always
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âŒïžâŒïžIâve just found a NEW ELRIEL FANFIC on fanfiction.net called SWEET TEMPTATION! Set in an AU. Rated M so that means smut incomingâŒïžâŒïž
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Reasons why Elriel is Endgame
(It's a long ride, buckle up!)
He gave her Truth-Teller...a dagger he never gave to ANYONE in 500 years...so don't even bother trying to say "it's only sexual feelings"
Elain has stated in the past that she never felt "seen" by anyone and yet, when her Seer powers started to show and everyone, including her mate, thought there was something mentally wrong with her, Azriel was the only one who truly saw what was happening and do you remember what the healer said? - "If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it's a mate" (I will elaborate on this quote further on!)
Many people have been saying that it would be a cliché to have 3 brothers end with 3 sisters but you know what else is cliché? All mating bonds present in the series to be completed and have happy ending...SJM has had several mentions of broken mating bonds for a reason! Therefore, I believe Elain will break her bond with Lucien and choose Azriel
Both of them are the 2 most beautiful characters in their respective groups
Elain is the only female to ever divert Azriel's attention from Mor, someone who he has been infatuated with for 500years! So once again, that disputes the "only lust" argument
Now, there's also a matter of people saying that Elriel can't be endgame since his shadows hide from Elain but sing with Gwyn, blah, blah, blah. But do you guys remember how Azriel's stepmother kept him in a cell with no windows or light? Yes, I understand his shadows are a part of him, but what if Elain is his light, his salvation. He doesn't need his shadows, because he's safe and comfortable with her! As for why they dance and sing with Gwyn, I genuinely believe that they'll probably be extremely close friends or it'll turn out she's a lightsinger
We have seen instances where Feyre herself questions why Lucien and Elain are mates since Azriel and Elain have much better chemistry, once again foreshadowing breaking of the mating bond
We have seen in the past that Azriel is a bit insecure about his scars, yet when Elain sees his hands she literally whispers "beautiful"...
At this point, I think it's pretty clear that although Lucien has some sort of feelings towards Elain, he is slowly starting to accept that nothing will come out of it and let's be honest, him, Jurian and Vassa definitely have something going on. (Besides, he only took an interest to Elain just because she's his mate, nothing more)
The theme of secrets has been mentioned a couple times in ACOSF which I believe foreshadows Elriel forbidden romance in book 5 "His secret to tell, never hers" and "A thing of secret, lovely beauty"
Why would SJM be building tension for them since ACOMAF just to introduce Gwyn and make her Azriel's LI so that Elain will accept the bond? Doesn't make sense and besides, she has stated that she wants one couple for each book, so I doubt that she'd go through all of that just to make Gwynriel or Elucien endgame at the end of book 5
Let's go back to the Elain calling Azriel's scarred hands "beautiful"... What did her mother say about Elain getting married? "Elain shall wed for love and beauty"
When Elain gifted Azriel, who barely shows any emotion, the headache powder for Winter Solstice, he laughed in a way that Feyre never heard before
Feyre, the main character of the main series itself, ships them together...I think that says something
I have also seen many arguments that they won't work out since after the events of the Azriel chapter, they didn't have any more scenes together, but do you know why? Because SJM wants to build the tension and anticipation within her readers...We clearly don't know what's going on in the characters heads after that chapter and SJM made sure that the relations between them were left unsolved because she wants to resolve them...In their own book!
Since Elain is a Seer and Azriel is Rhys' spymaster, they'd be a phenomal duo! Think about it, SJM has made both Nesta and Feyre into warriors so Elain becoming one too would be a bit cliché, no? Instead she'd make her Azriel's spy partner with her Seer skills plus I think there's a reason SJM made Elain become friends with Nuala and Cerridwen, who are AZRIEL'S spies. Furthermore, I think it's quite predictable that since Feyre and Nesta respectively conquered their own places, I believe Elain will conquer the Prison in her book which will require some spy skills ;)
Now, let's go back to the "If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it's a mate" Quote. As some of you may know, SJM is very good friends with this woman on Instagram named Steph who frequently does lives with her and in the most recent one, Steph asked her if any fae has ever had two mates to which SJM didn't give a clear answer and responded that she felt like it was a trap...ladies and gentlemen, Azriel IS Elain's 2nd mate. We have seen implications that The Cauldron favours Elain more than the other Archeron sisters, so what if Azriel is her true mate but since Lucien showed some protective instincts over her as she was about to be changed into Fae, The Cauldron decided to gift Lucien to her as her 2nd mate
There have been posts that compare Gwyn to Yrene from TOG with the fact that Yrene was introduced late into the series as a side character yet ended up as Chaol's endgame, which for some reason people believe will happen with Gwyn, but I disagree for several reasons. First of all, I doubt SJM would repeat the exact same thing into a different series of hers (especially considering the fact that ACOSF confirmed that ACOTAR, TOG and CC are somehow linked). We also have the fact that Yrene became quite important to the overall plot of TOG as she basically saved everyone yet I don't see that happening with Gwyn at all and I wouldn't call her useless but not exactly important to the overall plot of ACOTAR which we know is linked with Koschei. As I mentioned before, I believe that Elain's book will be focused on her journey as a spy in The Prison with Azriel, also ultimately leading to her breaking the bond with Lucien, which will then lead the final book to be centered around Lucien, Vassa and Jurian vs Koschei. (I doubt SJM would make any majorly important events to the overall plot in the novella so I think that will be focused on Mor and Emerie) So in the end, where does Gwyn fit? Nowhere.
When Elain was kidnapped by Hybern, not only did Azriel first notice her absence (before Nesta may I add, who's priority at the time was Elain) but he also went first to save her, even when Nesta stated that he'd die. He didn't care as long as Elain was safe. During that bit in the story, we also see the first signs of Elain's more fierce side as Azriel tries to escape from the camp!
SJM herself has stated that she doesn't like it when there's a couple that's been developed for so long just for them to not be endgame. (Feyre and Tamlin lasted for the first book only and even then, I don't believe they had as much chemistry as Elriel do, Celaena's story with Sam was only in the prequel, Bryce's relationship with Connor barely lasted 80 pages and Celaena's relationship with Chaol was only for 2 books before she met Rowan in the 3rd.)
Azriel gave Gwyn a secondhand necklace, and even then there's so many issues with this. 1) We don't even know if Clotho gave her the necklace as there was no mention of her wearing it and as Clotho has seen that Azriel was sad, she might have kept it as she suspected that he might regret giving it away. 2) If Gwyn did indeed receive the necklace, she doesn't know it's from Azriel, therefore meanwhile she'll be obliviously wearing it, Elain may see it which will lead to conflict between her and Azriel=them resolving the situation. 3) Azriel himself said he barely considers Gwyn a friend but mentioned her as the receiver to his gift since she's the only priestess he knows on amicable terms...
SJM said that ACOSF has laid some breadcrumbs as to the next books and what do we see Azriel do a couple times? Observe Elain in a not so subtle manner ("Azriel strode to the lone window at the end of the room and peered into the garden below")
"Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables, a cup of tea before her. Azriel was sprawled on the chaise longue across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading what looked to be a stack of reports." - It is clear that they're so comfortable together and enjoy eachother's presence (it's such a sweet, domestic scene too)
There's also a matter of the Illyrian anatomy...I have seen so many Gwynriel stans celebrating the fact that Gwyn has pliable bones so she is endgame with Azriel (which I find disgusting but that's a different matter) but first of all, has it actually outright been said that Nesta only gave Feyre and herself Illyrian anatomy? No. She said that she done it so none of them have to go through this again. (Unfortunately, I don't have the specific quote but you know what I mean) Therefore, this may imply Elain too but even if she didn't modify Elain's body, it doesn't matter. Cassian asked Azriel during ACOSF would he ever want children and he replied that it doesn't matter what he wants. Since we know that he was severely harmed by his half-brothers, what if they somehow permanently injured Azriel's anatomy and made him sterile? Maybe this is why he said that it doesn't matter what he wants, since he doesn't have a choice in first place. Furthermore, SJM herself was an adopted child so why wouldn't she give Elriel the opportunity to adopt?
In ACOFAS, he literally snatched the food from Cassian so that they could eat together with Elain (let's be honest, SJM clearly loves to write some animalistic behavior)
Elain literally wants nothing to do with Lucien at all...we have had 3 books now since they found out that they're mates and she's avoiding him more than ever. I sincerely doubt one book could change everything around
Hopefully you stuck around till the end since this post was quite long but feel free to tell me what you think! (If I remember or come up with anything else, I'll probably edit this post too)
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Okay one chapter in and Iâm already in love đ
Casual Ruin Pt. 1 (Elriel)
Elainâs part of the Damnation Series
Hello, and welcome to an unapologetically kinky, 90% smut / 10% plot mafia fic for Elriel. Blanket trigger warning for ALL parts (although the first is very vanilla and sweet): this is for adults and contains both sex and violence. If you are not a fan of those two things, or the mild combination of them, scroll along.
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âWake up, dolce mia.â
The words are a soft, accented whisper pressed against my ear during the darkest part of the night, followed by sinful lips pressing a kiss to my skin that jerks me out of my sleep.
Despite the rush of heat that floods my system, I keep my eyes closed and groan, pushing his face away. My bodyâs exhausted, and despite wanting nothing more than to wake up and let him make me even more tired, I need sleep.Â
A rough chuckle escapes him, but heâs apparently inhuman, doesnât need sleep, and isnât giving up this easily.Â
Dodging my weak attempts to push him away, he drags his mouth down the column of my throat, stopping to suck and nibble on parts that are especially interesting.
A soft sigh escapes my lips as he finds the junction between my shoulder and throat, but I still keep my eyes closed.
The cold metal of his chain raises goosebumps as it glints down the valley between my breasts, and his mouth follows, almost like heâs unable to help it.Â
Heâs all over me, scent surrounding me and making it impossible to truly fall back asleep, no matter how tired I am.Â
Heâs put my body through every possible sexual position known to man tonight, somehow pulling every ounce of pleasure from me.
But, like always, I want more.
Heâs a drug, more potent than anything on the market, and Iâve come to crave the feel of him against me in the three weeks Iâve known him.
âWake up, bellisima,â he murmurs, rough voice like a song that ignites a fire in my blood.Â
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Some thoughts about Azriel
There have been a lot of posts and discussion recently about Azriel, and his trauma, and what that means for certain ships and even future books. And I wanted to add my thoughts to the mix.
SJMâs books often focus on MCs overcoming trauma
In ACOTAR, Nesta and Feyre both have overcome great trauma in their respective books to get their HEA. And they both did it at the same time as falling in love and getting into a relationship.
Nesta in particular was dealing with extreme unaddressed trauma. She was completely self-destructive at the beginning of ACOSF. Yet she was able to address her trauma and heal, in part because she had the support of Cassian, someone who loves her unconditionally.
From what we know, Az is not nearly as self-destructive as Nesta. Heâs functioning just fine for the most part. So if Nesta still got a book and her HEA given how deep in her trauma and self-destructive she was, why are we saying Az canât get that now?
What we know about Azriel
Not very much!!
We know he does have unaddressed trauma because of his childhood. And we know he has a lot of self-worth issues (as in, he doesnât see himself as worthy or deserving). And we know he loved Mor for 500 years (and that it was unrequited, but itâs unclear if Azriel knew that, and that his love might have been obsessive, but we donât really know). And thatâs heâs a shadowsinger of course.
Thatâs about it! And then we saw into his head for a very brief period of time in the bonus chapter.
And we learned that he has some pretty strong feelings for Elain, and that he wishes he were her mate instead of Lucien, and that heâs willing to say fuck everything including the fragile political structure to be with her.
Assumptions about Az
I want to go back to my point that we only saw into Azâs head for a very brief period of time in the bonus.
People are making a lot of assumptions about Az based on approximately 10 pages, and really about the 6 that focused on Elain.
But you have to rememberâweâre thrown into Azâs head here with no context (other than what weâve been shown from othersâ perspectives in the books). We donât know how heâs thought or felt the last 3.5 books. So forming any big, concrete opinions about how Az thinks, or that heâs toxic, or what Az feels about Elain based just on these 6 pages is...a choice.
If youâre going to form any big concrete opinions about Az based on these pages, you have to at least take into consideration what weâve seen of Az with regards to Elain in the previous 3.5 books. Failing to do so is negligent in my opinion.
Saying that Az projects his trauma onto Mor and Elain is not supported by the text from what Iâve seen (and honestly Iâm not even sure what this means in this context). And Elain seems to be a healthy choice for Azâdespite the mating bond, sheâs actually attainable. He knows she doesnât want the bond! And she wants him! Whatâs wrong with him wanting that?
Also, one more thing. Saying Az was OOC in the bonus or that it was odd is projecting your head canon of Az onto him. This is the first time weâve gotten in his head. And we were actually IN HIS HEAD. It wasnât OOC. It seems to me that a lot people are projecting their own biases and thoughts and hopes onto Az...
What I think the bonus chapter objectively showed us about Az
He has very strong romantic feelings towards Elain
He still doesnât think he deserves her
But he wants to be with her
He doesnât understand why his brothers are mated to the women they love, who are sisters to the woman Az maybe loves, but Az isnât
He knows Elain doesnât want to be with Lucien, her mate
Heâs not making plans to be with Elain because he doesnât think heâs worthy of her and maybe because he doesnât want to set himself up for heartbreak!
He cares so much about Elain that heâs willing to risk war and himself to be with her
Thatâs it!! Anything beyond that is making assumptions or inferences based on very limited incomplete information. Which is fine, but at least acknowledge youâre making assumptions or inferences rather than stating things as fact.
(Though to be fair, I think Sarah purposefully made the bonus ambiguous and confusing and open to interpretation because she wants to keep anticipation up for the next book.)
The Next Book
The way I see it, Azâs book is certainly next. And itâs either going to be with Elain, or itâs going to be with Gwyn. Period. Thereâs just no way Gwynriel are closing out the trilogy.
So either way, Azâs love story is coming next!! Yay! Sorry for the haters, but itâs happening. So using Azâs trauma and mental state to advocate against Elriel and for Gwynriel under these circumstances is...also a choice.
And whether itâs with Elain (Iâve made my own posts about why I think this is nearly certain) or Gwyn, Az is going to need to do some healing in his book before he gets his HEA, and heâs going to have to wrestle his demons.
Just like Nesta.
Iâm not expecting Elain to heal him, just like I wouldnât expect that of Gwyn. Az needs to grapple with his own trauma, and heal himself. BUT my dude has had 500 years to try to heal on his own. It hasnât worked. I think he needs the unconditional love and support of a partner to help him on this journey, just like Nesta needed Cassian to help her on hers. Az needs to know he is loved and worthy of being loved.
And personally, I think Elain is going to be the one to help him through this. Elain who has a backbone of steel despite her soft exterior. Elain who finds him beautiful despite his scars. Elain who sees the good in everything. Elain who is loyal and kind and who wants him. Elain who isnât afraid to get hurt or get her hands dirty. Elain who also seems to have a darker side, and who has talents and abilities that seem to compliment Azâseeing, and stealth.
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This is so cute đ
âDonât underestimate her.â
A little Spy!Elriel because why not? Also Elain has pink siphons because I said so :)
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When I say Iâve been so excited for this all week IâM NOT LYING đđ„”đđ„”đ
I Do Bad Things with You - Part 18
Finallyyyy! Iâm so excited to be posting this. This chapter and the next have been my favorites to write so far. I am giddy with excitement to see your reactions, so please share them with me! This is a long part, over 8K words. So, grab a drink, a snack, and buckle up buttercup. This one just oozes sexual tension. đđđđ
With that being said, if you do not wish to be tagged in my work because you no longer ship Elriel or just want to be removed in general, please let me know. No hard feelings. Hateful words will not be tolerated.
Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. đ
Catch up here:Â Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17
Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassianâs nickname, Cash. đ
Trigger warnings: violence (brief mentions) , sexual assault (some brief descriptions), language, NSFW (some descriptions)
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