here’s another one of these drabbles i’ve had floating around for a while @jericholeader
The trial had been going for months -- over a year.
The courtroom was crowded, public gallery packed with media and people who either had some tenuous connection to one of the parties (Markus, or the police officers being charged with his attempted murder) or who had simply been one of the first in line to take up the last few seats in the public gallery. The judge was solemn. The officers had been brought out from somewhere within the court, being held there during their trial (they’d been released, initially, and used the opportunity to extend their trial with a second charge). Connor sat in the right side of the courtroom, beside Markus, with Carl Manfred on his other side. Carl was a good man. Markus’ hospitalisation, and the courtroom dates, had not been an ideal way to get to know him.
Connor was holding his hand, because Markus’ had been too deliberately-calm, flat against his own knee and falsely-comfortable. There were many good reasons to be waiting, today, as there had been many good reasons to be waiting this past year in its entirety. Sitting here holding his hand was a sort of truce.
It had happened, now. They’d gone through everything. There was nothing left here, for this case, the jury had been deliberating just over seven hours and they’d just called to say they had a verdict. Seven hours was fast, for a jury’s deliberation. It was rarely good news for the defendant, when it was that fast.
Connor didn’t say as much out loud, because the last thing they needed was him to jinx it.
There were five separate charges, of varying severity. The first charge listed, the charge of theft (they’d emptied out his wallet): not guilty. The second charge, relating to their misuse of police property and weapons, outside of their scheduled shifts: not guilty.
Connor slipped his fingers through Markus’, a firmer grip on his hand.
Assault with a deadly weapon -- guilty.
Two counts of attempted murder --
guilty.
That was it. Just those words. “As to the two counts of attempted murder,” and the word, “Guilty,” and Connor would wonder, in the years to come, about the flash of surprise: the flash of how he had thought he’d need to ready himself for a different outcome. Two counts, both charges, both times it had stuck -- the lesser things did not matter, both times. Connor let out a breath, ragged, not really a celebration but a breath nonetheless, and he turned to repeat the word for Markus, free hand on Markus’ upper arm: “Guilty.”
Guilty.
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- “if it is so wrong, why does it feel so good?”
pairing: stalker/perv!azriel x reader, nesta, elain and feyre mentioned
summary: stalking and perving is azriel’s favorite activities. What happens when you finally drop the oblivious mask and confront him
warnings: dark content, stalking, perving (on literally everyone), breaking and entering, stealing panties, az having a darker side, getting turned on by your fear, az eating you out, reader being bold and hot as fuck omg,
amara’s note: okay this is very short bc it’s my first time writing a dark fic. Also i hope you like it and pls read the warnings.
Azriel knows he is some sort of sick freak. He knows he should resist his sinful glances at Feyre when she's cozied up on Rhysand's lap. He flexes a little extra just to spark Nesta's desires, fully aware of her fantasies. And as for Elain, well, let's just say he's playing a forbidden game of spying while she bends over to plant her greens.
Azriel's is extremely aware he shouldn't be harboring forbidden desires or indulging in the secret pleasure of stalking someone as seemingly innocent as yourself.
Azriel, the ultimate mastermind, keeps everyone guessing. Who would suspect the quiet, brooding and publicly respected spymaster to be a closeted perv and sick stalker? It's his most guarded secret hidden beneath the intimidating exterior.
Little does Azriel know, you're fully aware of his perverse behavior—his wandering eyes and spying shadows. It surprises you that no one has figured him out yet; after all, it seems quite apparent, doesn't it?
You don’t miss his lurking shadows following you around for hours. A regular fae would’ve missed it but not you. You’ve grown accustomed to him and his ways. You know him better than anyone else and you definitely know of his stalker tendencies.
Azriel believes he's smooth, avoiding outright ogling. Instead, he strategically glances at you during training with Cassian and while sharpening his weapons, subtly appreciating the way your body moves.
Pervert azriel walks up to you, complimenting your form, claiming while it’s good there’s something you need to fix. You don’t mind if he needs to grab your waist while fixing your pose right? And of course you’ll excuse him if he accidentally brushes against your boobs and ass. I mean he just wants to help you perfect your form!
He watches you walking through Velaris from the shadows, always hiding one of his shadows with you. He tells himself that he does it for your safety. Who knows, you might be attacked and he needs to be ready.
He absolutely doesn’t want to hear how much of a hypocrite he is for also stalking you in the safety of your home aswell.
Azriel steals your panties, silently breaking into your room as he looks through your drawers, skimming through the collection of panties. He promises himself it’s the last time, though he’s made the same pledge seven times before.
Azriel's stalking tendencies lead him to roam through your belongings, touching everything to become familiar with your world. He goes to your vanity, picking up your perfumes, and indulges in the forbidden pleasure of smelling the one thing he desires most—you.
Lying in your bed, his head on your pillow, he starts shifting in the sheets, inhaling more of your scent. He revels in the trespass and wrongness of being in your bed, knowing that you might catch a hint of his own scent lingering there, a twisted thought crossing his mind that it could confuse, frighten, or even arouse you.
His cock swells at the thought of you scared, heart beating fast, trying to place who the scent belongs to.
He looks around and finds one of your shirts on the bed and picks it up to his nose.
Then he does the one thing he swore he would never stoop to. He pulls out his already hard cock and strokes it while inhaling your scent from the shirt.
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He has timed you and learned your schedule hence why he now knows that you’ll be in the shower for the next twenty minutes, giving him the perfect opportunity for his perverse activities. He’ll pick up the laciest most intricate pair, keeping it in his room as some sort of trophy with the other stuff he has taken from you. No one can enter into his room anyways, it’s safe…
Pervert Azriel looks through the little crack in your door as you stand there posing infront of a mirror while wearing pretty much nothing. A lacy little lingerie set as you touch your body, hands traveling all over your tits, waist, ass then up through your hair as you spin around, admiring yourself.
You know Azriel is standing at your door, he isn’t really all that subtle with his hand down his pants as he jerks off at the sight of you.
It’s almost enough to make your eyes roll back into the back of your head, fucking gods, he’s pathetic.
You wanted to fuck him for the longest time. He could just ask you to fuck and you’d say yes yet here he is thinking he’s slick as he pervs on you. Even with all that in mind, there’s a sick, twisted adrenaline rush spreading through your body at the thought of the esteemed and highly respected spymaster doing something so dark and wrong like this.
“I know you're there, Az. Come out,” you say, a wicked smile forming on your face as you plot to utterly humiliate him.
His entire body freezes and Azriel cautiously emerges from the shadows, realizing he's been caught. You maintain that mischievous grin, ready to unleash your plan. The air thickens with anticipation as the confrontation unfolds.
“Az?”
He looks like he’s about to jump out of the nearest window as he looks at you through the mirror.
“Yes?”
“Why are you such a disgusting little pervert? Here I am trying on some clothes and you’re just perving on me. How do you think that makes me feel? I mean I could be super afraid and you wouldn’t have any remorse? Who does something like that?”
Azriel's face heats up at the mocking question, flushing as he tries to respond.
“Az, I asked you a question,” you assert, walking over to him. His embarrassment is palpable as he apologizes, rambling about not knowing what came over him, begging you not to tell anyone.
You already know the answer, and a knowing smile plays on your lips as he seeks forgiveness.
“You’ve done a very bad thing, Azriel. Bad people deserve to be punished. You of all people understand that, right?”
Pushing him back onto one of the sofas in your room, you creep closer, leaning over to whisper. Looking down at him, you place your hand on his cheek, letting your nails dig in a little.
“I think you deserved to be punished.”
Azriel's heart raced, fearing exposure for his hidden activities. Was this it? Would you punish him by revealing his actions to everyone?
Before he could plead for forgiveness, you stood up, walking back to your bed and beckoning him over with two fingers.
As he approached, ready to sit, you extended your leg, placing your foot on his stomach, halting him in his tracks..
“Not so fast,” you assert, a wicked smile playing on your lips. “The bed is reserved for me. You can kneel on the floor.”
Azriel complies, gracefully sinking to his knees. His gaze meets yours, his beautiful eyes revealing a mixture of submission and desire.
“You’re going to eat my pussy. If you manage to make me cum, I won’t tell anyone about your disgusting behavior, understand?”
He couldn't believe what was unfolding. Was he really about to taste you? About to experience the fantasy he'd daydreamed about every single day? He nods, but a disapproving tsk follows.
“I need more than a nod, Azriel. Do you understand?”
A quick, “Yes, I understand,” escapes his lips.
You can't help but smile at the swiftness of his compliance.
“That’s good. Now, I’ll be taking off my bra and panties and they’re very expensive and new so they better not go missing.”
Azriel affirms his understanding and then proceeds to drool over the way you slowly strip infront of him before you spread your legs and tell him to start.
He grabs your thighs and pulls you closer to the edge as he dips his head down to run his tounge up and down your slit, tasting you before playing with your clit.
You gasp in pleasure, letting out moans as your hands find their way to his hair, urging him to keep going.
Azriel’s hands dig into your thighs that are currently smushing his head. He decides to let you continue, telling himself that if he dies like this, he'd go down as the happiest person in history.
“T-that’s it, right there.”
A breathy moan escapes your lips as you feel two of his fingers enter you. Your hands grab his dark soft hair as he started pumping his fingers, relishing at the way your soaking cunt is squelching and squeezing him.
You whimper at the way his thick fingers strecth you out then curl against that secret spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You start to slowly fuck yourself on them, eager for more of him.
“You taste even better than I imagined, fuck.”
His desperate voice only spurred you on.
It doesn’t take much longer for that feeling to build up in your stomach, the tight cord eventually snapping. You squeeze and throb around his fingers as you cum hard, letting out whines and mumbles.
Azriel helps you ride out your high, memorizing every facial expression in case this is the last time you ever let him this close again.
He pulls out his fingers and lick them clean then goes back and licks your pussy clean.
You let out a giggle at the sight before you, casting him a look of fake sympathy as you pull yourself together.
“Well, look at that. Seems like I’ll be keeping your secret after all. I mean, what a shame to loose such a good little pussy eater, right? I might just keep you around.”
You beckon him to rise, tossing your underwear onto the sofa before heading to the bathroom to clean up.
Glancing back at his flushed face and heavy breathing, you offer a secret smile.
“Who knows, next time I might even let you fuck me.”
Turning around, you leave him to his thoughts as the shower starts.
Azriel stands there for a moment, his desire evident. Unable to resist, he takes your panties and bra, always craving something of yours.
He promises to himself that he won't do it for an eighth time before hurrying back to his room, to finally help himself
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