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utterlyotterlyx · 17 days

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18 with Azriel because mans is taaaaall

Little Thing

Summary - Azriel loves finding any reason to hold you, his height restricted mate, in his arms, and isn't ashamed to admit it.

Warnings - absolutely none really, slight swearing, just Az fluff x 1000

"I've been breaking my back to kiss you."

"I'm not that fucking short."

The weight that occasionally pressed against the tips of his toes had become something he found endearing, because it meant that you were trying with all of your might to kiss him by using his feet as leverage to boost your own height.

Azriel was abnormally tall, his six foot seven to your five foot three was the source of copious amounts of teasing from your shared family, mostly from Cassian who always questioned aloud how Azriel fit inside of you, like it was all he thought about whenever he looked at the two of you.

"Would you like to watch since you're so intrigued about our sex life, Cass?"

"I, uh-," Cassian had stuttered that chill afternoon, the stars had blanketed across the sky, and you were stood in the centre of the lounge in your floor length skirt which only reached Azriel's knees, (he'd tried it on one day much to your delight); you were tapping your foot against the wooden floor, eyebrow arched and waiting for a real answer, "No."

Azriel had to give it to Cassian, and Rhys, and well anyone who questioned how Azriel, the brother with the largest wingspan, managed to fit inside of you. Cassian said often that his cock must rearrange your insides and he was surprised how you could walk around after your nights, mornings, and afternoons together, let alone go to work and live a normal life.

"Thought not. Shame, you could have learnt a thing or two for Nesta," Azriel chortled at your words and sent a wave of pride and adoration down the bond, a shower of affection that you lapped up.

"Ouch, y/n. That stung," Cassian fluttered his fingers over his heart and winced dramatically.

"Bite me," you flipped him off and headed back into the kitchen where the most incredible aromas floated from.

Once a month, you promised to cook a family dinner for them all, having negotiated your family away from the once a week they had begged for. It was as though they believed that you didn't have a life. The most decadent bakery in Velaris had your name plastered on the front of it in pale blue swirls, that was how you had met Azriel, after Feyre had dragged him into the store owned by the tiny fae female who made the best pastries she had ever tasted in her life.

The bond had snapped immediately for him when he saw you in your black apron dusted with flour, pink icing and white buttercream on your cheeks, hair strewn up but spilling over your forehead, boxing up a larger than you three tier cake without breaking a sweat.

The pastries you had made for him once you had decided to accept the bond, and the life that came with it, were almost as good as the passionate love he gave you that night.

Azriel loved everything about you, from the larger than life ferocity and sass you carried in your tiny body, to your equally ferocious loving heart; you were independent, talented, sweet, and kind, a ray of sunshine in his otherwise shadowed reality.

Though, there were two things that Azriel loved more than anything. The first was being able to find any excuse to lift you up in his hands, whether that be to help you reach the top shelf or fuck you against a wall; he wouldn't admit it easily, but he did purposefully hide things out of reach from you so that he had a reason to hold you in his large hands. The second thing he adored was how you would stand on his feet, on your tiptoes, to capture his lips on yours. It was such a sickly sweet part of you, but one that he wouldn't change for anything.

Hearing you strain, Azriel furrowed his brow, imagining you struggling to reach the second shelf of the cupboard in a home where furniture had been made for three huge Illyrians, not a tiny fae baker. Rounding the corner, he smirked at your form, he smirked at the way your skirt was hitched around your thighs as you clambered onto a nearby chair to hop onto the countertop.

Azriel sauntered over to you, laying his large hands on your hips and pressing his lips to the small of your back, grinning against your skin when you shuddered at the contact, "Need any help?" Azriel had moved the stool away from the edge of the counter, placing himself where it used to be.

Turning in his hands, you looked down on him with a wide smile, "No, I got it," you presented the bag of sugar to him and he took it from your fingers, placing it down for you, "Is this what it's like to be you? I can see so much up here."

Azriel chuckled, resting his chin on your stomach and peering up at you through his long lashes that always made you curse his Illyrian genes, "I guess so," he shrugged, locking his arms around your hips, enjoying the moment you had taken to run your fingernails over his scalp which drew a whine from his lips.

Taking his face in your hands, you leaned down and placed your lips to his, a tender embrace, one full of love and the faint taste of your vanilla lip balm that gave your lips the most incredible glossy finish, "How does it feel to kiss someone taller than you?"

Grinning, Azriel prodded, "Amazing actually. I've been breaking my back to kiss you."

You gasped, swatting his shoulder with the towel you had tucked into the back of your skirt, "I'm not that fucking short!"

His laugh boomed throughout the kitchen as you fiddled with the ends of your hair, "Okay, maybe I am just a little bit. Cassian's right, how do we have sex?" Azriel continued to laugh at your mumbling as he lifted you from the counter, placing you back on to the ground which felt so far away from where you were stood moments before.

Your mate bent down to peck your pouting bottom lip, pulling you into his body and stroking his fingers through your hair, "Who are we to question science? It works, that's good enough for me."

"It's definitely good enough for me."

"Oh I know. You told me as much last night - ow!" Azriel hissed as you dug your heel into his foot, frowning, he asked, "What was that for?"

Your cheeks flushed pink and you bashfully whispered, "I don't need Cassian to know what I tell you when we're doing that."

"You said it first."

"And?" There it was, the sass, the popped hip and arched brow, "Now move, I need to finish cooking and you're blocking my view."

Azriel smirked, "Oh my beautiful little thing, but I am the view."

A giggle floated through your lips, his favourite sound apart from when you were moaning his name beneath him, "You're lucky I love you," you fell into his open arms and pressed your lips to his clothed chest, to the exact place where your lips always met when you stood before him.

"I wouldn't change anything about you, you know that right?"

Humming in agreement, your hands wrapped around his back, "I know, Az," you pulled away, craning your neck toward the ceiling to look at him, "I'd change one thing about you though," his face dropped, "That you'd stop purposefully hiding things on the top shelf."

Azriel took a step back, "You know?!"

Scoffing, you turned, focusing back to the slowly simmering melting chocolate on the stove top, "Of course I know. I'm small, not dumb."

Azriel's warmth swarmed you, his huge arms nestled over your chest, and he rested his head atop your own, "All I can do is do it a little less. You know I like man-handling you. It makes me feel strong."

"Big Illyrian baby."

Authors Note

Just a little drabble on a Wednesday evening x

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ervotica · 2 months

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𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing; azriel x fem!reader

summary; and so i cry the light is white and i see you

when your wings are taken from you in a brutal act of torture, you see no way to ease your grief. your mate is there to guide you back when you need him most.

warnings; hurt/comfort, ANGST, suicidal ideation, sorta suicide attempt, in depth descriptions of injury

The wind stings at your flushed cheeks where you stand at the edge of the rooftop. It's dark, iridescent balls of light expanding at every edge of your vision as you take a step towards the lip of the roof that overhangs from the house. Wetness clings to your eyes, threatening to spill over your itching waterline when you gaze down to the sea of lights below.

You long to feel the whip of the breeze against your face as you rise and dive into the night sky, to scream and yell at the top of your lungs as your wings flap behind you in tandem with your family.

You'll never feel that again.

You've been a shell of yourself since the day your wings were taken. Had them brutally cut from your body, hacksawed until all that remained were jagged stumps in place of gorgeous, thick corded planes of muscle. Naked. Half the person you once were. Your back is a myriad of scars, still healing and bruised, ripples of broken flesh marring your once untouched skin.

You are broken and ugly and miserable.

It took weeks to even walk again, weeks of rehabilitation, physical therapy with Madja. Weeks of sobbing in your mate's arms as he held you upright, of wanting to claw your way out of your own skin and scream and rage until something snaps you out of this living nightmare. Weeks of Azriel having to force you to eat and drink, to get outside in favour of withering away in your bed.

You're teetering on the edge of the building now, swaying in time with the gusts of air that threaten to send you toppling onto the street below.

"My love, what are you doing?" Azriel's voice breaks you out of your haze, but you don't move; you don't make any effort to step away from the edge. One wrong move from either of you and you're dead.

"I miss flying," you croak.

"I know you do." His voice oozes with pity and it sends rage hurting through your veins like the white-hot lick of a flame. You stumble, swatting Azriel's hands away when he surges forward to wrench you back. Your pulse roars in your ears and you lose focus of his speech, each pleading word blending into one another until you don't bother to decipher the words at all.

"Come back to me," he shouts over the ringing in your ears. "Come back to me, mate."

The name seizes your muscles, pours into your soul like molten lava and solidifies, heavy and unforgiving.

"Why?" you whirl around, heels hanging over thin air, nothing to break your impact were you to fall - or throw yourself - from this great height. Azriel's unnaturally still, not moving, not breathing- calculating how long it would take him to dive after you if you were to slip. "Why do you call me that? Why don't you run from me, leave me here now I'm not of use anymore."

He takes one step, and then another. Sweat beads on your brow despite the frigid chill of the night- his scarred fingers outstretched, waiting for you to take them. The golden thread inside your chest pulls taut like a bowstring. He's calling you home.

"You are my mate." he says. "I need you. Come back to me, my love."

"I'm ruined, Az." The words stick in your throat like syrup. "I'm no good to anyone, anymore. All I'll do is burden you." A sob rips through you. "You won't be happy with what I am now. I just want you to be happy."

The confession almost brings him to his knees.

Something snaps inside of him; eery calm replaces terror as he surveys you with narrowed eyes and a tilt of his head.

This is not your Azriel.

This is the feared shadowsinger- who wears a mask of cool wrath, who bows to no one. A calculated facade of composure.

"You are not ruined," he growls. The glacial fury in his voice has your breath catching in your throat, your insides freezing as if his words have wrapped icy fingers around your throat. "You are my mate, and you will step down and come to me. Now."

You find yourself complying without question, moving away on wobbling legs until your limbs give out and you're tripping over your own feet, hurtling towards the ground. As fast as the mask appears, it slips away, pure, unrelenting relief cascading down the bond.

Azriel's already there, hooking his arms beneath your own to shoulder your weight, a hand atop your head to anchor your body to his own even as you shudder and scream and soak his leathers with angry tears.

"I know, my love. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he murmurs, the words a whisper into your hair as you claw at him, legs buckled and utterly useless. You're settled against thick muscle, tucked under Azriel's chin where he's lowered you both to the ground.

"I'm nothing," you gasp against his chest. "I have no place here anymore. I'm useless."

His hand is an anchor against the back of your neck, grounding when he squeezes the malleable flesh to draw your gaze to his own.

"You are everything."

The welcome pressure on your neck lulls you into drawing a long breath. Azriel deflates, hazel eyes trained on the rise and fall of your heaving chest.

"I am nothing without you," he continues on. "You are my life and my heart. Were you to die, I'd go by your side with a smile. I can't bear the thought of living in a world where you do not exist."

His wings twitch where they're tucked behind him. Your trembling fingers splay against the sharp angle of his jaw.

"I'm sorry," you croak. "I never want to leave you." His knuckles drag across your cheekbones, brushing away the tears that stain your balmy face. "I don't know how to live like this."

His lips press to your temple, brow nestled against the wisps of windswept hair at the crown of your head. He smears a kiss there and ventures lower. One against your jaw, your chin, in the crease of your brows.

And then he slants his lips over your own. Your muscles go soft, ragged breaths evening as he parts your lips with a swipe of his tongue, a hand splayed against the base of your spine as you sag. He brushes your nose with the tip of a scarred finger.

"Come on," he murmurs, urging you to stand. When you do, he tucks you into his chest, arms slung over your shoulders in a crushing embrace. "I will do anything to make this easier for you, my heart. I know it will be difficult, and I know it's scary. But stay with me."

Your arms tighten around his middle.

"Always."

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lalacliffthorne · 9 months

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because not even Azriel can sneak around forever, and it really is a wonder no one caught on earlier 🦇💜

(last part of the hickey drabbles)

this is the epitomy of giddy squeals and giggles, I´m so happy right now *kicks feet and squeals*

Tipping my head to the side, I stared at Azriel. His shoulders were propped against the foot of the bed as his eyes moved calmly over the pages of the book he was holding, his rough fingers absentmindedly stroking over my calf, and my heart drummed steadily against my ribs as I watched the warm morning light cast him in a golden hue.

“You think the others would notice another hickey?”

Azriel's eyes darted up from the pages and narrowed, and I almost choked on a snorted giggle when his fingers wrapped around my ankle and jerked me down and over the mattress. I heard the thud of his book landing on the floor, then his hands closed around my hips, and my breath caught in my throat when he dipped his head and his tousled hair brushed over my bare stomach.

I could feel Azriel's lips curve upwards. Then he slowly pressed his lips against my skin.

My heart leapt high, my hand darting out to slip into his hair as my eyes fluttered, and Azriel shifted, pushing my legs apart as he started to ghost his lips over my skin, his nose leaving a track of goosebumps in its wake. Every few seconds he lingered, pressing his lips against my skin, nipping and biting softly.

Something began to coil in my stomach, a flutter growing under my ribs, becoming stronger and stronger as Azriel slowly trailed up my stomach, his rough fingers closing around my sides as he gently nipped at the soft skin under my breasts. My breath stuttered, and I could feel his lips curving upwards when I dug my fingers into his hair.

Raising his head lightly, Azriel trailed his nose over the valley between my breasts and my neck as he moved up my body. Then his breath hit my cheek, and I forced open my eyes that at some point in the past minutes had fluttered shut, my own breath quick and unsteady as I tried to suppress the urge to swallow.

One corner of Azriel's lips slowly rose until a light crease formed in his cheek, his golden eyes twinkling in the soft light. Then he dipped his head and kissed me slowly.

I inhaled softly and sharply and slipped my hand up his chest, feeling my fingers leave a trail of goosebumps as they curved around the back of his neck and I kissed back.

A low sound left the back of Azriel's throat, and he moved closer, his bare chest pressing into mine as his knee pushed into the mattress between my thighs and his hand slipped to my jaw to tilt my head back as he deepend the kiss. His tongue brushed lazily over mine, and everything in my stomach curled as my heart thrummed into my throat.

With a crash, the door was thrown open; something jumped high in my chest when I pulled back quickly, eyes wide, and Cassian froze. His gaze darted over the scene in front of him; me, only in underwear, Azriel hovering above me wearing pyjama pants and no shirt, fresh scratches on his bare back, wings spread protectively –

My heart fluttered into my throat.

Seems like there was no getting out of this one.

For a second, I felt Azriel tense. But then he just scowled lightly and raised a brow at his brother.

“What?”

Cassian blinked, and he squinted as slowly, his lips began to form a shit-eating grin. Then he turned his head lightly to call over his shoulder: “Mor?”

Azriel's scowl deepend, and shadows rose, slamming the door into Cassian's face. There was a muffled, snorted laugh from the hall, then Cass yelled loudly: “Feyre?!”

I winced, and Azriel breathed a groan, body deflating and collapsing onto mine, pulling me with him as he rolled onto his back and buried his face in my hair. Then he grumbled: “They're going to be –“

“Relentless,”, we finished in unison, and my heart flipped softly when I could feel Azriel smirk lightly into my hair.

Hesitating for a second, I propped myself up to stare down at him. His eyes were tired, and a little grumpy, but there was something dancing in his iris that looked suspiciously like amusement.

I blinked before slowly narrowing my eyes, and suddenly, my heart skipped a second.

“You knew he was coming, didn't you?”

Azriel shrugged, his honey colored eyes dragging over my face as one corner of his lips quirked upwards, and I opened my mouth.

“You could have locked the door!“ Staring at him, I lost the fight against my lips that desperately wanted to form a stupidly wide smile, and Azriel easily caught my hand before I could hit his biceps, his eyes bright when he grinned and pulled me into his chest.

I huffed into his skin before twisting my neck to stare up at him, trying my best to send him a glare.

“If they'll use this against us for the next century, I'm fully blaming you.”

Azriel stared down at me, one corner of his lips rising until a crease formed in his cheek. Then he blinked, and for a second, he looked a little cautios, his gaze moving over my face.

“Are you alright?”, he mumbled, not adding with this even though it rung through his voice, and something rose in my chest, skipping and fluttering when slowly, I started to smile, wide and cheekily.

“Eh.” I shrugged, resting my chin against his chest. “They would have found out eventually.” I furrowed my brows. “Besides, it was getting sort of annoying, not being able to just kiss you whenever I wanted.”

Azriel blinked, and my breath hitched when his eyes dragged over my face, his lips beginning to curve upwards, up and up until creases formed in his cheeks and his eyes twinkled.

I barely kept myself from swallowing harshly, because Gods, he was just unfairly beautiful, and instead just stared back, feeling my heart skip and hop with every beat. Then I blinked.

“They're going to come up here if we don't go downstairs, right?”

“Probably.” Azriel's eyes were shining with amusement, and breathing out and grumbling softly under my breath, I dragged myself up. Slowly climbing off the mattress, I picked up his discarded shirt from the ground, the cotton soft when I pulled it over my head and felt a wave of his scent of wash over me.

“Alright.” I held out my hand. “Let's get this over with then.”

Azriel huffed but slipped his fingers between mine, and I dragged him to his feet, tipping my head back to look up at him. One corner of Azriel's lips quirked, and I deadpanned and turned around.

Trudging down the stairs, I could feel Azriel behind me, his shadows brushing over the back of my legs and my hands, like a silent assurance for him as well as for me. When I threw a look at him over my shoulder, he was running a hand through his hair, his eyes glowing like amber in the warm morning light falling through the windows in the staircase. He caught my gaze, and a light twinkle flashed through his iris.

When I walked into the living room, Mor and Feyre, sat on the couch, raised their heads, and Cassian looked over his shoulders.

Mor squinted, tipping her head to the side in mild confusion as her eyes flickered over me, in the way too big shirt and with my hair probably still a mess, and her brows furrowed.

“So… the gigantic revelation is that Y/N slept in?”

“Shocking.” Feyre sounded dry as she sent me a grin, and I was just about to scowl when both Mor's and Feyre's eyes darted towards something behind me, and without turning around I knew that Azriel had appeared behind me. In pyjama pants, with equally messy hair and tired eyes.

Mor blinked while Feyre furrowed her brows. I could see the cogs turning in their heads while Cassian was practically vibrating on the spot, a shit-eating smirk on his face.

The air shifted behind the couch, and Rhys appeared out of darkness, straightening the lapels of his jacket and raising his brows. “Alright, what's so important?”

Cassian grinned widely.

After a few more second of silence, Azriel seemed to grow tired of waiting. He huffed and stepped closer; his chest brushed against my shoulder, and he lazily slipped a hand over my waist and tugged me back into his body.

Mor's and Feyre's eyes grew comically wide in unison.

“Oh!” Mor's mouth fell open as she pointed wildly at us. “Oh!”

“There it is,”, I mumbled under my breath, and I could feel Azriel drop his head to hide his light grin in my hair.

“What?!” Feyre gaped.

Rhys tipped his head to the side. “Huh.” Slowly, one corner of his lips quirked, and Azriel scowled at him over my head - likely in respone to something the High Lord had uttered in his mind, because Rhys' grin widened until it matched the one Cass was still wearing.

“You and you!” Mor looked torn between elated and pissed. “You two incredible shitheads!”

Rhys snorted, but Azriel just huffed, and when I threw him a look, his eyes were bright and twinkling as he loosely draped his arm over my collarbones.

My heart flipped and fluttered, and I almost groaned.

He was enjoying this.

Shithead.

“Wait, how did you –“, Feyre pointed at Cassian, and the General squinted.

“Let's put it this way;”, his lips twitched, “I am never walking into either one of their rooms again without waiting for a come in.”

“To be fair, you shouldn't do that anyway.” I pointed at him.

“Wait…” Mor was suddenly staring at us, her lips slowly curving. “How long have you two been sneaking around?”

I shrugged. “Few months?”

“Shitheads,”, Cassian whispered, but Mor didn't seem to hear him, because her eyes grew wide, and she reached out to grab Feyre's shoulder. Shaking it lightly, her thoughts seemed to be blaring, because suddenly, Feyre's eyes became big as well, and like one, they pointed at us.

“Hickeys!”, it echoed in glee, and Azriel groaned and buried his face in my hair.

I blinked. Then I felt my lips twitch as I slowly started to smile, bright and cheekily.

Cassian's eyes widened subtly, and his shoulders began to shake as he chortled. “Oh Gods.”

Rhys beamed, and while Mor and Feyre started cackling, Azriel tightened his grip around me and dropped his head. My breath hitched when his hot breath brushed over my neck, then his deep voice sounded next to my ear, grumbling: “You're right. This is entirely my fault.”

part I part II

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lidiasloca · 7 months

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the one where reader falls asleep on azriel (azriel x reader drabble)

(super ultra HD 4k fluff, beware)

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it's a fact: azriel's mate will always be found sleeping in his arms, face hidden in his neck.

like, it doesn't matter if you're tired or not, you will just fall asleep

it probably has to do with his quiet calm aura, or the fact that you just feel so relaxed and safe with him.

and it is so frequent that the ic is very used to it. sometimes annoyed by it, as well.

like one game night in which you broke your record and fell asleep almost instantly.

"no, don't let her on azriel!" mor said, looking over where azriel was seated and offering you a place on his lap.

"yeah, y/n, you said you would play," feyre continued, already knowing the consequences.

"i know, and i am going to play," you answered once seated on azriel, his arms around you.

"you are going to fall asleep," rhys said flatly as he began dealing the cards.

"maybe try on my lap," cassian suggested with a grin, which earned him a growl from your mate, his arms tightening around you.

"shut up, all of you. i am going to play."

buuuut you of course failed and fell asleep once it wasn't your turn.

and azriel smiled proudly, covering your ears when cassian began his shouting with mor during the game.

and though you didn't hear azriel's "goodnight" whisper once you were sound asleep, you did feel the love he sent down the bond, making your sleep even more heavenly.

-Characters by Sarah J. Maas

i keep trying to finish a chapter for a fic I'm writing but I constantly get distracted by drabble ideas - cauldron help me, ig. hope you liked this cute little thing <;3.

#azriel drabble #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel #azriel x female!reader #azriel x you #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x y/n #acotar fic #azriel fanfic #azriel fic

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prythianpages · 4 months

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Ohhhh would you ever write more about the witch reader x az. I loved it! I want to see feyres reaction :)

I might! I think I'd be open to making it like a series/au bc witch reader x Az makes me so soft 🥰 and I'm currently obsessed with the song that inspired it bc the song is so beautiful and whimsical and makes me wish I could experience a love like that

if you haven't read the original imagine, you can find it here.

here is a small drabble of feyre's reaction 😊 :

When you and Azriel return to the river house, Feyre is in the sitting room. She's lightly bouncing an agitated Nyx, who teethes at a cool wash cloth. "I know, baby," she coos at the infant.

Her blue-gray eyes are on you as soon as you enter and they light up when she notices Azriel's hands are ungloved and one of them is holding on to yours, fingers intertwined with another.

"How was the trip?" She asks, her lips curling up into a knowing smile.

"It was fine."

"She almost cursed Eris."

You're turning to Azriel with a playful glare and his wings twitch in response, his usual stoic demeanor now much lighter and Feyre knows it's all because of you. "It could've been a nice little hex that'd make his eyebrows fall off, you know. Just something to get him off his high horse."

Feyre laughs at the image that comes to mind. "I hope Eris didn't give you much trouble?"

"He shot an arrow through Azriel's hand."

"No."

You and Azriel exchange another look, missing the way Feyre's eyes grew distant for a brief moment.

They're holding hands! Feyre nearly screams into Rhysand's mind and he can feel all her excitement and joy through the bond.

He's sitting outside by one of the tables in their garden with Cassian and Mor on either side of him. If it were up to him, he'd be inside by his wife. But it was her who had kicked him outside, not wanting to overwhelm Azriel and you. "Out you busybodies!" She had exclaimed as she ushered them all out of the house.

"Hey, Cas," he grins. "You owe me twenty coins."

Cassian nearly spits out his lemonade. "What?" He sputters with wide eyes. Mor leans forward in her seat.

Rhysand then shows them the image Feyre had send him. It's of you and Azriel bickering and fussing over one another like an old married couple.

"Let's just call it even." Cassian insists, setting his cup down. "I am the one who got rid of all the dandelion root from her apothecary shop."

"Hey! Don't take all the credit. I am the one who kept her distracted!" Mor cuts in, dramatically throwing her hands in the air. "And also the one who kept Azriel from suspecting anything when Feyre had asked for an escort. Do you know how hard it is to sneak things around those two?"

"Thank you, Mor. Your hard work is much appreciated here," Rhysand says, his grin growing wider as he rises from his seat, knowing it'd only irritate Cassian further.

He catches the glare Cassian sends his way. "20 coins," Rhysand reminds him, holding his hand out expectantly.

"In a way," Cassian begins, not wanting to accept his loss. "I helped you win the bet!"

"That's not my problem." Rhysand replies with a smug shrug.

Cassian grumbles and digs into his pocket. He throws all twenty coins at Rhysand's face, who easily intercepts them with a wave of his hand. They fall gracefully into the palm of his hand instead.

Mor laughs as she also rises from her seat. Twenty coins is nothing to them. It's barely enough to buy a cheap bottle of wine.

Cassian follows shortly after, the three of them scurrying inside and wanting to catch a glimpse of you and Azriel holding hands in person. Although, they find you nestled on the couch with baby Nyx in your lap. You rub the elixir you had made earlier over Nyx's gums, smiling when you feel the babe relax in your arms, as you tell Feyre all about your venture earlier.

Azriel is seated on the armest of the couch right next to you, cutting into your story when he deems necessary. Everyone takes note of the way his hand is resting on the small of your back and one of his wings instinctively curls around your smaller form. They also take note of the lingering scent of your bond in the air, stronger now that you both have acknowledged the bond. Cedar and lavender.

a/n: I considered the whole Nyx being in pain to be a lie, a glamor made by Feyre to trick reader into having to go scavenge for dandelion root but decided it was better to just have Cassian and Mor be sneaky instead :)

#azriel drabble #azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x witch!reader #az!dandelions #thank you for the ask!

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violette-hue · 8 months

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Fated | (01)

Summary: Azriel is forced to find some sort of release after being barred from pining for Elain. He finds a lovely distraction at Rita's.

Trigger Warning(s): minors do not interact, 18+, SPOILERS, smut, partying, one night stand, not proofread

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Making this, hopefully, into a series :)

Azriel should have been furious, or at least insulted. Instead he felt relieved to get a few days off. When Cassian had commented on his recent crankiness and Rhysand had agreed, he was more than ready to defend himself. But then Rhysand had suggested he take a much needed break. And then Cassian had made the comment about getting laid. He wasn’t wrong.

For weeks, Azriel and Elain had been teetering on the edge of teasing and flirting. For weeks Azriel had gotten so close to being with her, feeling skin against skin, cock buried deep within her. Yet, at every opportunity, something—or someone—had interrupted. Rhys. Cas. Feyre. Even Nyx, from time to time. Azriel new Rhys didn’t want him with Elain, but now it was starting to feel like everyone else was in on it. Conspiring against him.

But would they really be conspiring against him if they gave him a few days off to fuck?

Azriel took a deep breath as he entered Rita’s. He wasn’t really sure what to look for. A blonde, like Elain? A brunette? He wasn’t even entirely sure he’d be able to pull anyone. Elain was still plaguing his mind. It was her he wanted, after all. Maybe he should just go home and sneak into her room.

Just as he was about to turn to leave, someone caught his eye. His eyes trailed over the curves of her body, drinking her in. She was beautiful, one of the most beautiful females he’d ever seen. The lights caught on the sparkles of his dress, and for a brief moment, Elain was forgotten. It was just Azriel and the female. She was surrounded by a group of what he assumed was her friends. As he watched her hips sway to the beat, he convinced himself he could do this. If not for his satisfaction, then for some sort of release.

Azriel made his way to the bar and ordered a drink. His eyes never left the female, and he could have sworn her eyes crossed his. A shiver of static ran down his spine at the brief eye contact. He wouldn’t leave without trying.

Another moment of eye contact had him clutching his drink tightly. He watched as the female smiled knowingly. He stood, his drink discarded and walked toward her. At this point, the female had moved away from her friends, and was now looking at him boldly with sweet, sultry look.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” the female said, her voice carrying over the music. Her voice wrapped around his brain like a mist, a hot, heavy mist that filled his veins with desire.

“I haven’t been in a while,” Azriel responded. His eyes drank the female in front of him in. She was much more beautiful up close.

“I must be lucky.” Azriel carefully watched the female’s tongue dart across her lips, moistening the chapped flesh. “Do you want to dance?”

Azriel found himself smiling, nodding subtly. His hands found purchase on her hips as they swayed to the rhythm of the song playing. Their bodies grazed each other as they moved, electricity buzzing between them with each touch. The female turned, and her luscious ass found place against him. His cock twitched at the intimate contact. He internally groaned. It had been too long since he was able to do this. His hands roamed from the female’s waist to her abdomen against the silky fabric of her dress. His fingers traced the area just below her navel, where there should be an extra bump of fabric clothing her sex. He found none, and nearly had to bite his tongue to control the sudden impulse to take her in front of everyone.

“Let’s get out of here,” Azriel found himself saying, his lips brushing against the shell of the female’s ear. “To the alley.”

The female in his arms nodded her head and started for the alley. Azriel was close behind her, his hands never leaving her hips. His cocked twitched in his pants from anticipation. Just a few more steps, a rounded corner and he’d be buried to the hilt within this unnamed female. Should it have bothered him that he cared more about what her sex felt like than what her name was? It should, he concluded, but he needed this. He supposed he could find out the female’s name quickly. At least to not treat her entirely like walking release.

The brisk autumn air kissed Azriel’s face as they finally reached the alley. Within seconds, he had the female against the wall, lips against hers with a devouring fever. The female returned the kiss, her back arching off the wall of Rita’s. His blood bubbled under his skin, and kissing her wasn’t enough. Running his hands over her breasts wasn’t enough. He thought he’d be able to play with her a bit, feel out her sex. But he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to wait.

Azriel shoved a hand down his leathers and freed his cock. The autumn breeze felt soothing against the heated flesh, and he pumped himself once, then twice. He pushed the female’s dress up her thighs enough to reveal her dripping sex. He licked his lips and rest the tip of his cock against her entrance. He groaned softly with the contact.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his breath low and husky.

The female nodded, hips wiggling for more friction. “I didn’t get your name,” she breathed, her fingertips digging into his shoulders.

He pushed himself inside her, moaning as her puffy walls embraced his length. “Azriel,” he ground out. He snapped his hips against hers and relished at the lewd sound it made. His arms tensed, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of her hips. “Yours?”

“Y/N.” Her voice was breathy, broken up by moans. She felt so good around him, so – right.

His thrusts became rougher, deeper and his mind couldn’t form a coherent thought. She tightened around him like a vise as her moans became louder and higher. His name left her lips in an utterance, like a prayer. The sound of the way she moaned his name sounded like pure bliss. Azriel found himself too close to the edge too soon, but so did this beautiful female. Within a few more strokes, she was a moaning mess underneath him. Her fingernails grazed against the base of his wings, and Azriel came with a loud moan.

Azriel stood there for some time, forehead leaning against her shoulder and breathing heavily. His grip loosened against her hips, but still held her firm enough to keep her held up. A sudden shame filled Azriel. He didn’t intend to finish that quickly, but at least she finished, too.

He raised his head, eyes meeting hers and smiled softly. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “For the, uh, quick finish.”

He watched as a dazzling smile crossed Y/N’s features. “I think mine was a bit quicker than yours,” she responded. Her hands ran gently along his shoulders and biceps. “Maybe we can do this again? For a little longer?”

Azriel smiled, and nodded before he could logically think. Some release every now and then wouldn’t be too bad, especially if he were being micromanaged around Elain.

“Maybe we can go back to my place?” she suggested shyly. Her hips rolled against his gently as an indicator to what she meant. Azriel didn’t have to think logically to answer her question this time.

#a court of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses smut #a court of thorns and roses imagine #a court of thorns and roses drabble #azriel smut #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel imagine #azriel drabble #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel fic #azriel x you #acotar #acotar fic #acotar azriel #violette-hue #fated

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fieldofdaisiies · 9 months

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Can I request headcanons where you decide to put any of the batboys (your choice) on a sex ban as punishment for something? And he gets all whiny and pouty but also tries a bunch of different tactics to get you to break (you’re not even upset anymore but just want to see how far he’ll go lol) thank you so much lovely 🧡

oooh I love this, let's choose Azriel for this, here we go, but once again it is a little drabble❤️

"Please..." Azriel whines, sprawled on the couch, stretching out the e. "Please, love of my life, most beautiful female, smartest person to ever exist, my mate, my life, my love, my everything."

He throws his head back, his hands flying up in despair. "Please, Y/N. It has been four days, I need you."

You chuckle coolly, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching your mate. Your brow raises as you watch the scene unfold, Azriel begging and pleading.

You don't even really remember why you were upset, why you put him on a sex ban, but it is just too funny to watch him to stop.

Although you have to admit after four days it has really gotten a little difficult as Azriel is definitely a male who does not give up easily.

Azriel has tired many things, most included him standing butt-ass naked in the middle of the room, smirking at you. And this was really hard to resist - he made it really hard to resist.

Other things were touching you gently, and very innocently, or groaning a little, this sound you love so much.

But you are strong, stronger than he expected, so he now opted for begging. "Y/N, I need you. Need to feel your pretty ass in my hands, need to hear you cry out when you come around my cock."

And damn him and his dirty talk. It will make you fold, you know it.

"Please, I am aching for you. My cock is throbbing with need. I know your cunt is feeling just the same."

You call upon every rational thought, telling your girly to not feel this way.

"Azriel," you warn, knuckles turning white from how hard your grab the counter beside you.

"Baby?" He lifts his head, probably having heard the sudden desperation in your voice. He meets your gaze with a grin. "Suddenly also needy?"

You vehemently shake your head, afraid if you do speak up your mouth will give you away.

You know Azriel will not give up, he will do everything he can to make you fold, like yesterday where he was flexing his muscles while strutting through your bedroom, naked, collecting his things to bathe. And then...pleasuring himself in the bath, letting you feel everything through the bond.

And just that thought alone again...Mother and Cauldron!

"Fuck it, come here, Az."

He does not have to be told twice, pouncing at you and your clothes vanishes faster than you can comprehend.

#azriel x reader #azriel drabble #azriel headcanons #azriel acotar #acotar #acosf

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redbleedingrose · 18 days

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A Smutty Azriel x Reader Blurb for your afternoon tea

Warnings: smut, knife kink, dom/sub

Mean Dom!Azriel this...

Strict Dom!Azriel that...

What about Whiny Sub!Azriel who whimpers, all breathy with the softest blush on his cheeks, "please, please, oh fuck me beauty," straining against his restraints tying his ankles and wrists to the bedposts, drooling while watching as his shadows play with your pert tits and swollen clit while you bounce on his throbbing cock, begging for you to do mother knows what as you ride him hard and fast while you run the tip of truthteller along the edge of his lips, running the curve of his sharp jaw, down his hickey-laden neck, dragging it across his heaving pecks, round his pretty nipples???? What about that????

#azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #azriel acotar #acotar #acotar fanfic #acotar blurb #azriel blurb #azriel drabble #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel x you #azriel x reader fanfic

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fineghkst · 8 months

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How Azriel acts around his mate

i’m thinking of turning this into a series so let me know if you guys would be interested (you can also choose which character i should do next)

warnings: suggestive

At the moment he finds out

Azriel couldn’t hide the surprised look on his face. It was the first time in a while the spymaster got speechless. Az is most likely to create a ragged excuse and leave as soon as possible (yes, he’s definitely panicking), going to some isolated place to understand that he finally found his mate.

How he acts?

Azriel definitely doesn’t know how to act around his mate once the bond snaps. He probably will act very awkward at the beginning, not knowing if he should tell his mate about it (considering they didn’t felt the bond yet) or wait until they realize.

Therefore, Azriel will need some time to digest that he finally has a mate. Az feels really insecure, thinking he’s not good enough for them and believing they won’t accept the bond. Even so, Azriel really tries to be the best he can to his mate, he’s always there, showing support at every situation. He’s also very kind and just wants to see his mate happy.

Will he tell anyone?

No. Az will hide it as much as he can. Azriel is a very private person and probably wants to figure out this new situation by himself. On the other hand, he knows how his brothers are a pain in the ass, so Az rather avoid to listen to the stuff they’re going to say. At least until his mate discover the bond by themself, he won’t talk about it, preventing them from ending up knowing from someone else

But once his mate accepts the bond Azriel’s behavior changes completely, he’s almost announcing to the world, constantly touching his mate in public.

When his mate feels the bond

He’s scared. Really, Azriel never felt this type of fear his whole life, to be rejected by the person who was supposed to be with him for the rest of his life. However, even if he’s terrified, Az forces himself to be honest about his feelings towards his mate.

He has never opened up that much to someone before, exposing an extremely vulnerable side.

If his mate needs some time, he will be very understandable and wait as long as necessary. Az will never pressure his mate to accept the bond or even give him an answer (please he’s the biggest gentleman out there).

When his mate accepts the bond

Az finally feels complete. His mate is his family, the person he trusts the most and is willing to do anything only to make them smile.

As i said before, Az didn’t feel enough for his mate, so he always thought they wouldn’t accept to be bonded to him forever. Honestly, he’s in a deep state of happiness, it’s like he’s finally found his home, his place in the world.

And as SJM said before, Az is a freak, so yeah, not leaving the room any time soon after that.

Things he loves to do with his mate

Pretty much everything. Azriel his happy to go anywhere or do anything if he has his mate to accompany.

It can be to comb their hair to having deep conversations at midnight. Az just loves to be with them.

Does he often feels jealous?

It depends on the situation. Azriel really trusts his mate, but if someone gets too flirty around them, he will definitely be jealous (and kinda insecure). He’s not likely to make a scene but will have a frown on his face for the rest of the night.

Favorite body part

He’s addicted to every single part of his mate, showing true devotion to their body everyday. He loves to kiss their soft lips, neck and inner thighs (he just can’t keep his hands away).

PDA

Even though Azriel is a very reserved person, he’s constantly touching his mate in public, always having a hand on their waist, holding their hand or kissing them. He usually doesn’t go too foward, but it depends on the situation, if he spends a lot of time away on a mission, will definitely be more clingy.

In short, I don’t see him caring much if someone his looking, but he prefers when they have more privacy.

How often he says “I love you?”

Everyday. He just wants his mate to be sure of his feelings. Az not only say it with words, but always demonstrate with his actions.

Protectiveness

Azriel is really overprotective. He’s terrified on losing his mate so they will always have his shadows with them, almost turning into a part of them.

Random bonus

Before every snowball fight Azriel always spends the whole year planning a new strategy to beat his brothers asses. He will share EVERY SINGLE DETAIL to his mate and even accept suggestions to improve it.

Once he wins, Az will celebrate a lot with his mate (if you get what I mean…)

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel hcs #azriel headcanons #azriel drabble #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #acotar headcanons

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illyrian-dreamer · 9 months

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Bat boys drabble!

How each of the bat boys would react to being called ‘bro’ 🦇

Did I not promise to write a least a little something while I’m travelling?? 🥰 Thank you @aroseinvelaris for letting me use your super fun prompt! ❤️

18+ smut under the cut. It’s brat taming time 😏 💥

Rhysand

Wouldn’t like it one bit

You have heaps of loving pet names for one another (darling of course, princess, tiny, kitten and mischievous one for you) (handsome, lover boy, baby and mosthandsomeandcunninghighlord for Rhys). Bro is certainly not on the list.

He blinks those dark lashes once, the most surprise he’d ever show

A sinister grin grows on his face

“A beg your pardon, darling?”

He stalks closer, placing his hands on either side of the wall of whatever surface you’re near, trapping you between him, his purple eyes sparkling, almost daring you

“What was that you called me? Bro?” You can hear the distaste in his voice

His scent evenlopes your senses, and you swallow thickly

Tracing the bob in your throat, Rhys quirks a brow at you, faking an expected answer for a victory he already knows is his

He tuts before leaning in that much closer, his lips against your throat. Seconds later, canines gently graze your soft flesh

“I dare you to call me that again,” he murmurs into your neck

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find your voice as Rhys licks where his teeth were resting, your core now throbbing

He’d probably sink his teeth in just a little before taking you against the wall

Cassian

Laughs at first, you were on the same team at games night and he chuckled, returning your high-five when you won

But as the night went on, you used the nickname a few more times, and it begin to eat away at him

Which you noticed in your partner, his laugh turning to a smirk, then a frown, and finally an outright scowl

Still, you delighted in irking him

Cassian was unusually quiet on your way home. As soon as you got through the door, he grabbed your wrist

“What was that all about?”

“What?” You answered innocently

Cassian levelled a look at you. “Why did you keep calling me bro? I’m your mate.”

You heart could have broken at those puppy dog eyes. You should have realised that kind of teasing would have hurt him, Cassian being the big softie he is

“Oh, I’m sorry Cas. It was- I was just irking you.”

Cassian raises his brows. “Oh! Oh.”

A wolffish grin spread across his face, before you were flipped over his shoulder as he stalked towards your bedroom

Throwing you on the bed (and not gently either), Cassian had your wrists pinned and body pressed against you in seconds

“So my mate likes to tease me, huh?”

You giggled as he nipped your neck, giving a very weak attempt to throw him off you

“I am your mate, sweetheart. And only your mate can make you feel like this.”

Cassian thrusts his groin into yours and holds it there, your laughter immediately halting as pleasure shoots up through your core

Cassian delights at the shock on your face, before moving against you a few more times, slowly rutting, fully clothed

“You’ve gone all quiet, sweetheart, and gone all pink,” he teases. “What’s wrong, got nothing else to say?”

You can barely speak beyond moaning his name as Cassian flips and fucks you, the whole damn bed on its final hinges

Azriel

Does nothing in the moment, beyond quirking a brow at you

Bahaha boy oh boy will you be paying for it later though

It’s like he has a clicker in his mind, and each time you use that word, he tallys the amount of spanks you’ll be receiving that night

Azriel sees the word bro as a challenge – it’s mocking, questions his dominance, and is a weak attempt to toy with him

That’s why later that night, you’re bent over his lap, panties pulled to the side as he soothes your red cheeks after a fifth spank, Azriel cooing softly

“Who am I?” His voice is deep, commanding

Your face is as red as your ass. “Daddy.”

“That’s right. And what am I not?”

You gulp, willing yourself not to snort as you say it

Azriel pinches your ass – you’re taking too long

You yelp before manage to get it out. “My bro.”

“Good girl.” Azriel continues to rub a soothing palm over your stinging cheeks before squeezing at the flesh.

He fucks you sensually, only because you took your punishment like a good girl

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readychilledwine · 7 months

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Hey!! I love your requests and I was wondering if you could do one where Azriel and Reader are mates and Reader says something along the lines of "I can hold the universe in two hands" and then grabs Azriel's face and he gets all blushy

I adore fluff 💙💙💙💙 here you go, love

Devotion

Azriel x reader

Warnings - sexual flirting

Breakfast would always hold a special place in your heart. You smiled to yourself as you finished cutting fruits, placing them in a bowl all mixed together. The french toast was ready to flip as you turned and gently shoved the spatula underneath them.

Azriel would be waking up soon, and you knew above all else that your mate loved breakfast. He had come home late last night after being away for 3 long weeks. So, he would have appreciated anything, but you strived for perfection and made him his favorite.

Being his mate was no easy task. Long days and nights alone, worrying about him in the giant bed you two shared were a constant reminder of your love for him and how deeply that ran.

You jumped as scarred hands wrapped around your waist, and a gentle kiss was placed on top of your head. "Good morning, angel."

You smiled at the morning groggyness in his voice. "Good morning, my love. I made you coffee." Azriel groaned in pleasure, his head falling back in appreciation. "There's also French toast, eggs, bacon, a fruit mix." You shut off the stove, turning in his arms, "and of course, me."

His smirk grew as he ran his fingers down to the hem of his shirt that swallowed your frame. He knew if he ripped it off, a pretty little outfit would greet him per his morning requests. "What did I do to deserve such a perfect angel?" He kissed you gently, debate grew in his eyes as he looked between you and the perfect breakfast you had made.

You raised to your tip toes, kissing him gently again. "Eat, Az. I know you're hungry."

"Eat with me?" You nodded and moved to grab two plates as he grabbed coffee for himself and juice for you. "I really do not deserve this, y/n."

You sighed softly, moving to him and handing him a plate. "You deserve the world, Azriel."

"No, my love, that would be you."

It was the perfect opening to watch his face flush, to fluster him early in the morning while tired eyes still graced his face. "And I have the world, Azriel. I can hold the whole world in my hands," you cupped his cheeks, gently rubbing your noses together before kissing him again.

The blush spreading in his face, the childish grin, the boy like giggle as you sat next to him. He was lost for words as you wrapped on hand around his bicep and leaned your head on his shoulder.

The two of you ate in silence, the only thing interrupting it every so often was a soft sigh or chuckle from your mate. "I love you," he finally said. "I love you so much."

"And I love you."

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel drabble #azriel fluff #azriel shadowsinger

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hellcat8908 · 19 days

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Comfort Azriel x Female Reader

A quick little something while I'm at work because this is what I need

Warnings: None just emotional reader and fluff/comfort.

You had fallen apart on the way home after having a rough day. You were certain you looked like a crazy person, but you were beyond caring. You just wanted comfort that only Azriel could provide. You called out for him before the door even shut behind you. Before he could step fully out of his office, you were flinging yourself into his arms. Your face buried in the crook of his neck as the sobs you'd been trying to hold back finally broke free. "It's ok, love. I've got you." He says as he carries you to the couch.

"That's it. Let it all out." He continues to comfort you as he holds you and lets you feel all of your emotions you've been bottling up. His fingers gently stroke your hair as he holds you close, folding his wings around you. He keeps whispering sweet nothings to you, trying to comfort you. He traces soothing circles along your back for a while before your breathing finally evens out as you fall asleep. He carefully carries you upstairs and lays in bed with you sleeping on top of him.

He kisses the top of your head as his fingers continue to play with your hair. He can't help but smile as you settle into him, seeking his warmth. He starts reading while you sleep until your stomach wakes you up. "Dinner should be here in a few minutes." Azriel says as your stomach growls. "Thank you for everything." You say softly. "I'm always here to take care of you." He says as there's a knock on the door. "That should be Rhys with the food. I've got it." He says before carefully moving you off of him. He returns a few minutes later with carry out containers of your favorite food from Rita's along with dessert.

"What's all this?" You ask, surprised. "I thought you could use some comfort food and sweets after the day you've had." He says with a smile while passing you your food and silverware. "Thank you, babe. You're so good to me." You tell him before you start eating. He joins you as you eat in comfortable silence. "What would you think of a vacation?" Azriel says, pulling your attention towards him. "Sounds wonderful, but we're both so busy." You answer. "I think we can make it work. Besides, I think we both could use a little break." He says. "What do you say, love?" You smile, "When do we leave?"

#acotar #batboys #acotar fanfic #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel drabble

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lalacliffthorne · 9 months

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just a lil drabble to make you feel like throwing away your phone and squeal-giggling into the nearest pillow ;)

“Sunshine?”

Cassian's voice carried over the noise that was usual for Rita's on a Saturday, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him tip his head to the side, his brows furrowing.

“What's that on your neck?”

I blinked, raising my head to look at him in confusion, and Mor gaped.

Cassian's lips parted before slowly, a wide grin started to take over his face.

“Holy shit.”

Feyre, sitting on my other side, leaned forward a little in curiosity. Then her eyes widened and she gaped, one corner of her lips beginning to curve upwards into what could only be described as a mirror to Cassian's shit-eating grin.

“Oh my Gods. Is that a –“

My heart skipped once, my eyes darted up and widened, and Mor beamed.

“It's a hickey!”

“No, it's not.” I stared at her, slightly horrified.

“Well...” Feyre squinted, a dimple forming in her cheek and her eyes twinkling mischievously. “No, that is a hickey.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Feyre just pulled a small handheld mirror out of nowhere and handed it to me with a smirk. Taking it quickly, I pulled my hair to the side, and my breath hitched.

My lips parted as I stared at the huge dark red spot on my neck, just a bit below my ear.

Suddenly, my thoughts flashed back to only a couple of hours ago, and to a tall, solid body pressing mine against a wall; rough, scarred hands tipping my head back as teeth nipped gently at my skin, how a soft sound had escaped me and the grip around me had tightened as the lips against my neck curved upwards before beginning to slowly nip and suck at that same spot –

My heart skipped high, and my eyes darted up, flying over the crowd and towards the bar where our High Lord and the shadowsinger were waiting for our drinks. My breath hitched when they met another pair, the color of caramel in the dim lights discernable even from a distance as their owner's lips slowly curved upwards like he knew exactly what was flashing through my head.

No – fucking – way.

That godsdamned -

Feyre elbowed me into the ribs, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “What happend?!"

"Not sure,", I grumbled, gingerly touching the bruise as my heart skipped high in my chest.

“You know, I don't think that thing was there this morning.” Mor narrowed her eyes, smirking slowly.

“Yeah.” Feyre stared at me as well, grin growing. “Did we miss something?"

Cassian's eyes twinkled as he leaned back in his seat, sending me a shit-eating grin. “I think we missed a whole lot."

I glared at him.

Giggling, Feyre leaned into my side, wrapping an arm around me.

“Aw, come on.” She wiggled her brows lightly. “You're going tell us who –“

“Don't.” I pointed at her, scowling as Cassian laughed.

“Please.. ?” Mor pouted, her eyes big. “We're in desperate need of gossip around here; with Rhys and Feyre so obscenely happy there's not a lot happening; no offense –“

"None taken.” Feyre raised her hands and shook her head in a grand gesture.

“- besides, it's been decades since you had even a fling, we want know who it is, and, you know,“, Mor smirked, “the details –“

Cassian snorted into his drink when I blinked at her.

"What details?" A drink was placed on the table, and when everyone's heads turned, Rhys raised a brow, looking amused.

Mor and Feyre exchanged a look before beaming, pointing at me and saying in unison and utter glee: "Hickey."

Rhys blinked. Then he started to grin so broadly, I groaned and dropped my head into my hands.

As Mor and Feyre launched into complaints about me withholding information and Rhys tutted, the chair next to Cassian was pulled back. I looked up and my heart jumped high when my eyes met golden ones that looked so glaringly amused, I nearly growled.

I was so getting back at him for this.

part II part III

#azriel x reader #azriel drabble #az x reader #azriel imagine #az imagine #acotar x reader #acotar #acowar #acomaf #azriel x female!reader #azriel/reader #az/reader #azriel fluff #lalacliffthorne #az drabble

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lidiasloca · 6 months

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the one where you and azriel find no peace (azriel x reader drabble)

(fluff)

a/n: since i have no time to write, i thought i could post this old drabble i never posted.

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rhysand had thought a trip was a good family plan

his inner circle, all together, in a big homely house at the day court for five days

what could go wrong?

“THAT WAS MY CHOCOLATE BAR!”

cassian’s voice from another room wakes you from your midday nap.

you rub your eyes lazily before dropping your head down again. “they’re arguing again?” you mumble against your mate’s neck.

“did they ever stop?” azriel grumbles.

you make yourself look up to meet his tired eyes. “you haven’t slept at all?”

he shakes his head. “i genuinely don’t know how you managed to - with all this shouting.”

you sigh, sitting up on the mattress.

now looking down at your sleepy mate, you can’t help but to poke him on his cheek lovingly. “why did rhysie think this would be a good idea?” you complain, smiling softly.

he takes your playful hand to kiss it softly before answering, “i don’t think he could have ever predicted cassian would be this unbearable.”

you chuckle and az gives you a small smile.

“well, we have four more days to go, so we better think of some plans outside this hell of a house .”

“oh, definitely,” he agrees, sitting up and moving his hands to your waist, then lifting you and moving out of the bed.

you raise an eyebrow, wrapping your arms around him. “where are we going, azzie?”

“to get changed. i got an idea.” he lets you on the floor once you've reached the wardrobe.

your brows furrow as you ask, “what idea?”

he smirks as he starts picking clothes

you look down to the clothes he is placing on your arms. “these are for training. do you really want to train? now?”

“no. we are going to hike”

“no, az…”

“get dressed, love.”

you sigh, knowing perfectly well you can't convince him.

“i hate you,” you mumble, changing your shirt.

he closes the distance and starts helping you with the huge sweater. “that's cruel. arms up.”

you oblige, too sleepy to put the sweater yourself. “well, you are cruel.”

“because i want to hike with you?” he chuckles as he kneels to help you with your trousers.

you look down at him, answering his loving smile with one of your own. “nuh uh; because you are making your mate go hiking with only one hour of sleep in her body.”

he at last rises and you start helping him with his clothes. “oh gods,” he breathes, sarcasm obvious in every word. “i am cruel.

you are to respond when cassian walks inside your room, apparently too cool to knock.

“hello- wait! are those training clothes? are we going to train?” he says, irradiating nothing but happiness.

you can feel azriel’s worry through the bond. “no cassian. y/n and i are going to hike,” he explains cautiously.

“hike?” his brother replies, his grin growing wider. “rhysie we’re going to hike!”

the high lord is in your room in an instant, making your mate next to you sigh and say, “we’re going alone. only her and me.”

“no you are not,” rhys says smirking. “come on, cass, let’s get changed.”

cassian nods, following rhys out of your room. before leaving, he stops at the door and says to you, “wait for us, sweets. we’ll have so much fun!”

“mother above,” azriel breaths.

#azriel drabble #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel #azriel x female!reader #azriel x you #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x y/n #acotar fic #azriel fanfic #azriel fic

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prythianpages · 4 months

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in a field of dandelions, I was so ready for the y/n to say the dialogue 'Don’t talk to me like that' and I was ready for it to hurt. az saying it somehow hurt so much more

omg I didn't even think of having the reader say the dialogue! so I wrote this spin-off i guess? or au lol of y/n saying the words instead, which starts as soon as they get to her apartment. you can read below! you can find the original imagine here

The walk to your apartment is silent and you begin to wonder if you should apologize for your outburst earlier. It was not within your nature to raise your voice at anyone…or harbor anger toward someone. But Eris had tried to hurt you, hurt Azriel and then shamelessly sneered about it.

Azriel follows you into your home, watching as you set the ingredients you collected down. He expects you to bid him farewell and kick him out but as you turn to him and your gaze falls to his injured hand, you sigh.

“Come on,” you offer, reaching out for his hand and he recoils. You frown. “Does it hurt?”

“No.”

You know he’s lying by the way his jaw clenches and you can’t help but notice that he appears to be repelled by your touch. You almost laugh, even though you want to cry. “I promise I won’t curse you. I actually never cursed anyone before.”

Azriel’s expression remains unreadable.

“Just let me see. I can help you.”

“I’m fine.” He says through gritted teeth.

And as his blood drips onto your floor, you burst into tears because it’s all your fault. That arrow was aimed toward you. It was meant for you and if you hadn’t been distracted, maybe you could’ve protected Azriel. He wouldn’t have gotten hurt. He wouldn’t be trying to hide his pain.

“It’s all my fault. You’re hurt because of me,” you voice your thoughts out loud. You’re crying, wiping hastily at your tears, but they keep spilling and no matter how hard you’re trying, they’re not stopping. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Azriel’s gaze softens and is bridging the distance between you both. The sight of you crying is more painful than the injury in his hand and he hates himself for every agonizing tear of yours. He uses his uninjured hand to coax your gaze to his. He wipes your tears for you and you blink up at him, finding yourself lost in his hazel eyes. They’re a beautiful fusion of earthy browns and grassy green and they ground you like a tranquil forest kissed by sunlight.

“This,” Azriel inclines his head toward his injured hand. “It’s nothing to me. I’ve been through worse and I’d go through worse for you. I will always protect you.”

“Please,” you’re begging and you close your eyes but you still feel his gaze burning into you. “Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Why?”

“It’s cruel and heartless and you don’t even realize.” Your voice drops to a pained whisper and Azriel has never beheld anything more breaking.

He can’t do this anymore. He can’t keep hurting you. His mate.

“y/n,” he calls softly, his gloved thumb brushing against your cheek. You reluctantly open your eyes. “You’re my mate and I pushed you away because I--fuck, I don't deserve you. I thought I was doing you a favor but now I realize, I only hurt you instead. Please forgive me.”

“I know you're my mate." You confess and his breath hitches. “I’ve known since the moment I met you. I wanted to tell you right away but I didn’t want to scare you and when I was ready to tell you, you were avoiding me. I thought you hated me because–because, well, I’m a witch and not everyone is fond of them and I can’t blame–”

Azriel gently interrupts you with his lips. They’re soft and warm against your own and you’re kissing him back with a soft pressing need. You feel him smile against your lips and the butterflies in your stomach are dancing and fluttering all the way to your heart. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. You’re able to appreciate his smile and you’ve never seen anything more beautiful. You’re inclined to ask Feyre to paint it for you later.

“I owe you an explanation,” he breathes. “Where do I even start?”

You smile back at him. “How about we start with taking care of your hand?”

**the rest of the imagine would continue with Azriel still being hesistant to show you his hands but you accept him wholeheartedly bc who wouldn't?? <3 and it ends the same way*

#can you tell i'm so soft for them?#azriel imagines #azriel drabble #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel angst #azriel x witch!reader #az!dandelions #thank you for the ask!

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Drabble - Spread Out[***]

A/N: This is part of The Fic[***] just in Drabble form, because it’s taking a while to edit and I want to give you all something to sink your teeth into <3

⚠️Warnings⚠️: knifeplay, dub-con/non-con, little bit of degradation, dark!Azriel

Scarred, calloused hands met soft, sensitive flesh.

You sobbed into the dark sheets as he forcefully spread your thighs, shadows pushing down on your lower back to keep you in his bed.

Something round and metallic pressed against your entrance and you screamed into the sheets. “Shh,” he soothed, gripping your thighs harder, “hold still.” You squirmed beneath his bruising touch, flinching when a hand landed heavily on the base of your neck, shoving you into the mattress.

You screamed into the bed.

“Look at you,” he murmured, “so pretty.” You squirmed under his touch as his thumb ran beneath the metal, trailing down to your clit. “It’s almost in,” he spoke, the melodic lull of his voice licking up your spine. “A little more, then you’ll be nice and full, yeah?” You sobbed louder, the rounded metal pressing deeper.

He cursed under his breath, placing his thumbs either side of your entrance and pulling the skin slightly, spreading you that little bit further, before pulling whatever it was out. You lifted your head from the mattress to scream, only for him to slide it back into you, hard.

The scream came out as a high pitched moan.

The male chuckled behind you, “yeah? You’re liking it?” The object was pulled out, then once again pressed back in fully. He cursed again, “Gods, you should see the way you’re swallowing it.” You involuntarily tightened around it the smallest bit, triggering your inner muscles and clamping down fully on the cold metal. “There you go,” he groaned, “you want more?” You tried to shake your head, lift it at least to see what was inside of you.

Struggling to peer over your shoulder, your breath caught.

His blade.

His blade was pressed flush against your pussy, almost in to the hilt.

“Come on, pretty thing, open that mouth,” he ordered, pulling the blade out until only the rounded tip of the pommel was inside you. “I know you’re turning into a fucking slut on my blade, so scream your pretty little heart out.”

A high pitched moan escaped from your throat as he quickened the pace, the motions becoming more fluid as he fucked you with the hilt of his prized blade, “just like that, lemme take you apart.” You squealed at his words, the violation. “Take you apart so you can come undone on me instead,” he groaned.

You tightened around his blade, your body seizing as he tossed you over the high edge, the cold hilt of his blade brushing against a spot inside of you that had your hips lifting from the bed, ass perking up to get the blade deeper. “There you go, fuck your pretty pussy just how you want, take it from me.”

The full force crashed over you, waves of pleasure making the muscles in your thighs spasm, toes curling as you ground your hips back against him, so, so desperate. He groaned from behind you, gently oscillating the blade so it pressed against all the best spots.

A high pitched moan tumbled from your mouth as you curved your back, pushing against the rounded metal and tightening as he made to pull it out. He chuckled, “let it go, pretty thing. Gonna replace it with something better.”

He leaned over you, brushing your hair from your neck as he nipped at the delicate skin. “Something bigger.”

#[***]#dark!Azriel #dub con #non con #azriel smut #Azriel drabble #Azriel knifeplay #knifeplay

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