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shadowdaddyazriel · 2 years

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Dinner With Friends: An Azriel Smut

Warnings: This is smut through and through. Enjoy ;)

Summary: You taunt Azriel at dinner, earning yourself a not-so-unpleasant punishment.

Azriel had been taunting me all night. He was provoking me in hopes of getting me riled up. He got off on it. Knowing that I was squirming, desperate for him made him feel incredibly satisfied with himself. But I was determined to win this game he was playing.

I got up from the table, ignoring the erupting laughter after Cassian made some incredibly inappropriate joke. I made sure to add a little more sway to my hips as I walked, feeling Azriel’s eyes burning holes in my back.

I fill my cup mindlessly with water, humming to myself. Within seconds, I feel my mate’s huge body pressing into me, hardness already evident against my backside. I smirk slightly and lean back into him.

“What game are you playing?” He growls, lips latching onto my neck, tongue swirling over my skin in a dizzying pattern. I tried to ground myself. I couldn’t let him win this game of his again.

“I don’t know what you mean, my love.” I give him a sweet smile, walking away from him and towards our friends who are back at the table. I feel him following me, his energy tense.

“You know I’m holding back from bending you over this countertop and showing our friends just how much you like how I feel,” He says, voice low and threatening. A chill runs down my spine, but I toss my hair over one shoulder and flounce back to the dining room without a word.

He sits down across from me, glaring at me from under his lashes, jaw flexing. I lift my hair off my neck, revealing my collarbones, which I knew was one of his favorite parts of my body. He’d told me many, many times.

I raised the toe of my heels, tracing a gentle line up his leg. He sucks in a breath, cold death on his face. Oh, I was going to pay for this later. But the idea of that kind of excited me if I was being honest.

Dinner passed by and we all migrated to the couches around the hearth with our wine glasses just as we do every Sunday. Feyre and Rhys giggle in the corner, some sweet moment being shared between the two of them. Azriel walks into the room, eyes twinkling with something wicked. I swallowed, heartbeat racing. I needed to control myself. I knew our family all had incredibly keen senses of smell and would smell my arousal if I didn’t calm down. Unfortunately, Azriel also knew that. Cauldron boil me, we were bound to be kicked out of the House of Wind again with a chorus of gagging noises and shouts of “GET A ROOM!”

Azriel sits dangerously close to me, his long legs spread wide. Gods. He had both hands on the wine glass between his legs, looking tense. His eyes flicked around the room, taking in everyone’s conversations and movements. His white button down had been unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing his swirling tattoos underneath. I could’ve moaned at the sight, truthfully. He was a work of art. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could play this game without taking him home and screwing his brains out.

I throw back my head and drain the rest of my wine quickly, begging for it to give me some courage. I’d need it to make it through the night. I sat my glass on the small end table beside the couch and sat back. A mischievous grin lit my face as I decided my next move.

Leaning over, I reach for Azriel’s wine glass, clutched between his legs, being sure to let my hand drag across his upper thighs as I did, looking up at him from under my lashes. He watched me with an intensity that made my bones want to turn to liquid.

Staying leaned over, I bring his wine glass to my red lips slowly, taking a sip. “Something wrong, baby?” I ask in the most innocent voice I can muster. His jaw flickers with effort to keep from saying what he really wants to. I’m surprised he hasn’t thrown me over his shoulder and carried me home already.

“I don’t care if it takes all night. You will submit.” He growls, only loud enough for me to hear. Goosebumps crawl across my skin at his words, my breath hitching as he grabs his wine glass from me and finishes it in one gulp, getting up to head to the kitchen to refill it.

I scamper to my feet, following him into the kitchen just like he’d probably planned for me to. He is leaning against the countertop, surveying me with a frustrated gaze. I walk over, dangerously close to him, reaching just behind him for a napkin we both knew I didn’t actually need, my breasts grazing his arm as I did.

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” His words send lightning bolts up my spine, excitement and nervousness filling my gut.

“Why not tonight? I’m even wearing something pretty,” I grin, twirling in my black flowy gown, throwing him a wink. Before I can even process what’s happened, I am thrown over Azriel’s shoulder.

He stomps down the hallway, right past all of our friends still gathered by the fire. “Goodnight.” He says firmly to them all, me thrown haphazardly over his shoulder. I know better than to say anything. Our friends let out a few groans of disgust and laughs as they tell us goodnight.

Back into our bedroom, Azriel sits me down roughly, throwing me backwards onto the bed. My dress bunches up around my hips as I try to gracefully catch myself but fail, and I move to pull it back down when his words stop me cold.

“I think you know better than to do that.” It was an order. The sheer command in his voice warmed my stomach, my core aching for him. I also knew better than to expect that anytime soon.

“Azriel-”

“You really wanted to test boundaries tonight, didn’t you? Feeling a little brave, aren’t you, bunny? Let’s see how long that bravery lasts.” He sits down in the arm chair across from the bed, pouring himself a glass of bourbon and crossing one ankle across the other knee. “Take your clothes off. Now.”

I swallow, nervous in the best way. I slowly and hesitantly walked over to him, turning around in a silent request he knew very well. His hands are warm and gentle as he slowly unzips my dress, knuckles grazing the skin below as he does. The zipper ends just above my ass, and so do his hands. I shrug out of the gown, feeling his eyes on my back as I head back to crawl back onto the bed like he would’ve wanted.

I look to him, eager for direction. His eyes roam my body, eyes almost black with lust. A sly grin spreads across that wickedly beautiful face. “Touch that pretty cunt for me, princess. Show me just how bad you want me.”

I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, hand hesitantly wandering between my bare legs, down to the center of the apex of my thighs. My fingers gather the wetness there, and I let out a soft moan at the glide of my fingers as I reach up to tease my own clit, mimicking what I’ve seen and felt Azriel do a million times.

He tenses, eyes locked on my heat. I continue my motions, watching him breathing heavily. The pleasure begins to grow, stomach tightening, and breaths becoming more like desperate pants.

“Don’t come.” He demands. I whine. His brows flick up in a challenge, and I slow my motions, not allowing myself that blissful release yet. He gets up now, striding over to me in slow steps that commanded attention. My hand stilled as he neared, his hand roughly grabbing the side of my face, tilting my head up for him. Gods, he is gorgeous.

“Open your mouth for me, baby.” I oblige and he slips his ring and third fingers in my mouth gently. I moan as my tongue swirls around the pads of his fingers, showing him just how sorry I was.

He pulls his fingers out, the wetness of them glistening in the dim light as he lowers them to my most desperate places, pausing centimeters from where I needed him the most.

“Az, please,” I beg, writhing underneath his stare with need. “I need to feel you.”

He hums as he slowly parts me, fingers roaming and exploring slowly. My eyes roll back in my head at his touch, so desperate for him.

“Keep your eyes open, bunny. Look at me.” I obey, meeting his hazel eyes. Right as I do, he slowly slides both fingers into me. An ungodly moan passes through my lips, earning a groan of approval from him.

“You’re fucking drenched. Are you that desperate for my cock?” He pumps his fingers slowly, savoring the feel of me clenching around him in need. I nod, moaning again. “So fucking needy.”

“Ride my hand and make yourself come, baby. Use me to get yourself off.” Gods, he was so hot. I was going to devour him whole.

Finally having permission to ease the ache in my belly, I grind my hips against the palm of his hand as he curls his fingers inside me, helping me and encouraging me towards that edge.

My climax blindsides me, dragging desperate noises from me as Azriel watches me, mouth open and eyes hooded. He rides me through it, pumping into me slowly with his long fingers. When my body finally settles, he slides his fingers out of me and lifts them to his mouth, never breaking his stare, my eyes held hostage in his as I watch his plush pink lips part as he sucks onto his own fingers, tasting me, a groan rumbling in his chest.

“You don’t deserve a reward based on how you acted at dinner, so feel lucky that if I don’t feel you riding my face soon I might lose it.” I hum at the thought. He lays back on the bed, roughly grabbing my hips and positioning me above him.

His tongue parts me, slowly sliding up to my clit and swirling there. Gods, his mouth was so warm and wet. Giving me another long pass with his tongue, he groans and digs his fingers into my hips, yanking me down until I was firmly pressed against him. He digs his fingers in again, urging me to rock my hips against his face. I whimper at the sensation, earning a groan from him that vibrates through my core. I gasp, rocking harder against him, which only makes him more eager to devour me.

I ride his face to climax, legs shuddering with effort as my eyes roll back into my head. Gods, nothing in this world felt like Azriel. He pulled me down then, hand gripping the back of my head and dragging my mouth to his. His lips felt like velvet against mine and I can feel the wetness of me on him.

His tongue enters my mouth, fighting for dominance with my own as I grind my hips down onto his still covered erection. Why did he still have so many clothes on?

I yanked his shirt open, buttons clattering to the floor. He growls in approval, kissing me harder and rougher as we both struggle to get his pants off as quickly as possible.

“Grind against me,” he snarled, pushing my hips back down onto his. I groan, my wetness gliding against his huge length. He pants, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation, head tipping back.

I ride him with reckless abandon, savoring the closeness and desperation for each other. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of him.

“Please fuck me,” I gasp against his mouth. He lets out a dark chuckle.

“So fucking greedy for me, aren’t you bunny? Just can’t wait to feel me inside you.” I nod desperately and he lets out another soft, sensual laugh.

“Then have me,” he says, gesturing down to the connection between the two of us. I sigh in relief, sinking down onto his cock as the two of us moan into each other's mouths.

He grips me tightly, flipping us over with ease and driving himself into me with force. He fucks me like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to. And gods does he feel good. He fills me perfectly, mouth sucking on one of my breasts. I begin to see stars, legs wrapping around him and attempting to shove him closer.

“That’s it, baby. You take me so fucking well,” he pants against my nipple, suckling again, swirling his tongue in a way that shoots lightning bolts straight to my core. That sends me over the edge, my orgasm blooming and wrapping around his cock, draining him as he comes with me.

We stay like that for a second more, him still filling me and us gasping into each other’s mouths, attempting to reground ourselves. Finally, he pulls out of me and I feel the absence of him like an ache. His cum spills out of me and onto his stomach and he watches, lips parted.

“Gods, you ruin me,” he sighs, tugging me close to his chest as he rises to take us both to the bathroom, the faucet turning on as he sits me on the cold edge of the tub. “Maybe you should push me more often,�� he laughs, and I throw him a wink, forever grateful for a mate I could share such intimacy with.

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wordsinhaled · 8 months

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i’m so totally normal about the fact that aziraphale’s last (known) deliberate foray into the queer community was when he learned the gavotte at the fictionalized hundred guineas club (!!!) in the 1800s and now in the 2020s he’s like “grindr? what’s that?”

many are talking about his repression which is very valid… and yet the thing to me that stands out about aziraphale is that he’s actually… incredibly stable in his identity and that identity IS incredibly queer. queer by the standards of heaven AND by human standards as well

metatron describes his “de facto partnership” with crowley as “irregular.” and in fact aziraphale in his entirety is irregular. he likes and makes it his business not only to understand but to be a connoisseur of all manner of things angels aren’t supposed to even remotely care about. food. music. books. theatre. sleight of hand. and more.

it’s the sort of behavior that would’ve gotten him othered, treated as a bit odd, in heaven even if he hadn’t chosen to consort all across the earth with a literal demon. and it IS treated that way - the fact is aziraphale even as an angel has got proclivities that set him apart from the rest of the host (even after offering him the highest position in heaven, metatron still acts deeply dismissive of him… like aziraphale’s bookshop is merely a quaint little hobby of his that can be easily transferred to another custodian, and not a literal extension of who aziraphale has become, full of his tartan and unique bibles and special vintages of wine and the books arranged in a very specific way)

so. aziraphale is a queer angel but of course he’s also queer to other humans. but in such a way that… he had his realization a LONG time ago, and put the matter very much to rest after that. aziraphale is perpetually something like several centuries behind schedule. he owns an ancient computer that probably continues to run windows 98 simply because aziraphale’s decided it should. he wears the same waistcoat and coat for generations because he simply likes them precisely the way they are and sees no reason to change them. but the idea that he doesn’t know how he comes across to others - of course he does. he knows he looks like your prim and proper grandfather and he prefers it that way

aziraphale looked around at humans in the 1880s and said: ah yes. this is where i fit. and promptly ensconced himself in that queer subculture. learned the gavotte. read his austen. loved crowley from afar. aziraphale is fiercely and vibrantly queer. just with the sort of assurance of someone who lives with his lover in a commonlaw marriage for decades and then shows up at city hall for the certificate once society decides it’s ‘allowed.’ like… he hasn’t had any need to know what grindr is because aziraphale’s ‘scene’ was a century and a half ago and it defined romance for him too.

but my favorite thing about aziraphale is how much of him is about appearances versus the truth. he can lie straight to angels’ faces and sleep at night. he knows he comes off soft but he once wielded a flaming sword. he dissembles helplessness but he’s far from it and he knows precisely how it makes others treat him. and at the core of aziraphale is rigidity, inflexibility of ideas… his sense of self is stable where crowley’s is malleable, and so on, and so on

and the fact that he’s continuously fixated on trying to misguidedly do the right thing, the fact that he seeks heavenly approval and wants to fit the world into his schema of good vs evil… in no way do i think that means he isn’t one hundred percent aware of how he feels about crowley or what it means about him by angelic or human standards. i’ve seen some folks saying that aziraphale doesn’t want to like kissing crowley and like… as much as i love me some brideshead revisited/atonement flavored angst; i put forth that it’s not internalized homophobia or queer panic but simply: “i’m trying to do the right thing for both of us and you won’t let me.” and “i wanted our first kiss to be different.” he was envisioning an entirely different flavor of romance than what he got but he emma woodhoused too close to the sun

like, y’all. aziraphale in all likelihood has a glorious collection of historical queer erotica. he just has a feathery diva coat hanging in his closet, and for what. “oh, good lord” he says at crowley’s revolutionary outfit in the bastille, while eyeing him up like an entire meal. he’s so good at affected propriety, at carefully constructed stuffiness, but between the two of them aziraphale’s got to be the one who has experience

aziraphale had been physically throwing himself at crowley the entire season. he orchestrated an entire regency ball so they could touch hand to hand. he spends the entire season (well, and season 1) looking at crowley like he’s particularly coveted. he looked at crowley before the fall like he was glorious and beautiful. aziraphale’s queer and he knows it and i think that isn’t his problem, it’s the fact that he wants to build a different sort of future for the two of them but crowley’s gone and thrown a wrench in it by reminding him of everything he can finally have. like. that’s the heartbreak. it’s how dare you make this ugly? i forgive you for our first kiss being all pain and salt. it’s my dearest, i wanted to make heaven as beautiful as you deserve. as sacred and safe for us as our bookshop. and i can do that for us, because once i held a flaming sword and i still remember how the hilt felt in my hands. and now the taste of you is in my mouth.

#coughs this is also why aziraphale’s a dom. but that’s a separate post #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 spoilers #this continues to be an aziraphale stan account #‘aziraphale is traumatized’ and ‘aziraphale celebrates the part of himself that loves crowley’ are two ideas that can coexist #feeling a bit like this take might get me flamed whoops but. i’m deep in my az feelings tonight so i guess i’ve decided to share anyway

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nocasdatsgay · 2 months

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Now Behave

Pairing: Azriel/Eris/F-Reader| Rated: E | Word Count: 4253

Summary: Sequel to Be Good. Azriel gets his punishment for misbehaving

CW: Rope play, fire play, shadow play, edging, P in V sex, face fucking, spanking/impact play, aftercare, use of y/n, mild daddy kink, unbetaed, Dom!Eris, Bratty!Az

A/N: I hope this lives up to the hype. Minors look away. If i missed a warning let me know

Read here on ao3 |Read Be Good | Read Below

You sat pretty on the brown couch in the playroom, with nothing but your red silk nightgown on while Eris tied up Azriel in similar colored rope. Az was stripped and kneeled on the long cushion across from you. His wings were relaxed, partly spread on the rug. Eris tied the ropes in a similar fashion that had been on you before: a basic harness. Az’s hands were tied behind his back and the ropes came around to his chest. You noticed immediately how the rope emphasized his pecs. If you could touch him you’d be on your knees licking up his chest.

“Do you know why I’m tying you up?” Eris asked, tugging on the front binds and ensuring they weren’t too tight.

“Yea,” Az grumbled back.

“And why is that?” Azriel didn’t answer. Eris reached down and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up. “Why is it?”

Az glared at him. “Because someone’s a bitch who couldn’t handle a little teasing.”

Your eyes widened and you were so sure Eris would slap him. He didn’t. Instead he let go and walked over to the dresser at the back wall. He pulled out a silk cloth and came back to tie it around Azriel’s mouth.

“You were a brat yesterday and a very bad boy. You not only distracted me while working, you edged y/n seven times that I counted through the bond. Which is well past her limit and what I originally asked of you.”

“Seven?” You gasped. You squeezed your thighs together out of reflex. “Azriel!”

You didn’t think he edged you that much. But you were so far gone you weren’t counting. Your limit was five and that was over the course of hours. How you hadn’t cum on accident was a miracle. Az wouldn’t look at you. He simply scowled and stared at the carpet.

“So now,” Eris stepped back and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “You’re going to sit there and think about what you did. I’m going to play with our mate and when we’re done, I’m going to show you what it’s like to be edged seven times.”

Az kept his stony expression but you could feel through the bond his worry- and his anticipation. Even if you didn’t want to, you shut the bond down. Whatever happened next, Az wasn’t allowed to feel. That was one of the rules agreed upon. You glanced up when Eris came up to you and he reached out, gently tilting your head up by your chin. Your eyes followed to look up at his amber ones.

“What do you want?”

“I want you in my mouth.”

He hummed. “Up.”

He let you go and you almost leaped off the couch. Your eyes quickly grazed over him, want twisted in the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t fully taken in what he was wearing, too focused on Azriel. He was wearing a tight green button up in a style you hadn’t seen before with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. Newer pants with buttons instead of laces. Every inch of him radiated High Lord even without traditional Autumn clothing. He sat on the couch and you sank down into your knees between his legs.

“These are new,” you whispered, reaching out and tracing where his cock strained against the buttons.

“A gift.” You tilted your head at him. He sighed. “From the human lands.”

Ah. You knew instantly why he didn’t elaborate further. You nodded and leaned up to undo the buttons. You wasted no time pushing up his shirt and pulling out his cock to stroke it. A long time ago, you’d be ashamed at how your mouth watered and slickness gathered on your thighs from just thinking about taking him in your mouth. Instead you just leaned in and licked the underside of him before taking him into your mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” he sighed, hands immediately going into your hair.

There was no rush. You lazily bobbed your head, your tongue stroking around every inch you could take without gagging. The bond between you hummed with contentment. You were so focused you almost didn’t notice a cool stroke on your exposed leg. You felt it again you stopped and glanced up at Eris. He grinned at you, tugging the bond. You pulled back and turned around to glare at Az.

“Keep your shadows to yourself,” you said sternly.

The shadow on your leg slinked away. Az’s eyebrows shot up and he shrunk back on his knees. Eris didn’t hold back his laugh and you knew Az was likely stewing in embarrassment. He hated being ignored but hated being chastised more. You heard him whine as you decided to climb onto Eris’s lap. Warm hands rubbed your thighs while you straddled him and reached between you to guide yourself onto him.

“Oh Eris,” you gasped loudly on purpose as you sank down onto his cock.

You loved sitting on his lap, his length filling you perfectly each time. You gave yourself a second to adjust. Eris pulled at your gown, tugging it up to your waist. You knew it was so Az could watch.

“Take what you need, love.”

You placed one hand by Eris’s head on the couch and leaned in to press your lips to his. His mouth parted to let your tongue in and you moaned into his mouth as you lifted your hips and sank back down again. His warm hands drifted to your rear, groping and squeezing while you found your rhythm.

You shifted your knees just a little bit further apart to be able to sink down farther. You pulled away to moan when his cock hit that sweet spot. He didn’t stop you as you moved faster and dropped down harder. Your forehead pressed against his and he whispered soft words of encouragement. In turn your moans grew louder. The strap of your gown fell down the arm you were now using to undo the buttons on his shirt.

“So good for me, princess.” His voice was haggard. He pushed down the strap more and cupped your breast, his thumb circling your nipple. “Can you cum for me like this?”

“Yes,” you gasped. You were so close.

“Do that for me, love.”

Just enough of a High Lord command laced in his statement that your body responded. You were vocal as you came apart, knees squeezing against Eris’s thighs while you pulsed around him. You slowed your movements and eventually fell onto Eris, burying your face against his neck while you came down. You caught your breath, his sweet scent calming you.

“You did so well,” he muttered, a hand slipping up your back to caress your skin.

You finally sighed and moved off him. The first thing you noticed was how hard he felt as you lifted off of him.

“Er,” you glanced down, frowning. He hadn’t cum.

“I have plans, princess.”

That grin was wicked. You had a feeling even in the hazy warmth of a good climax what he was planning. You knew it had everything to do with your mate sitting pretty across the room. Sure enough Eris trained his eyes on Az, stroking himself. It did not escape you that his cock was covered in you. Eris stood and tugged up his pants enough to walk over to where Az was waiting. You moved down the couch to get a better view.

“I’m going to take this off,” Eris tugged at the silk gag off and tossed it to the floor. “And I’m going to use your mouth since that’s all it’s good for. You even get a taste of y/n as a treat. Your shadows are going to stroke you until I’m done and you cannot cum. Understood?”

Az glared up at Eris. He didn’t reply; merely opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He must have tugged on the bond; since Eris mumbled something you couldn’t hear when he stepped closer to push his cock into Az’s mouth.

You opened up your bond to Az. Just because he couldn’t feel your pleasure, didn’t mean you couldn’t feel his. Your eyes widened a little as a wave of warmth hit you. From the way Az acted you thought he would be fighting it internally.

You curled up on the couch and watched while Eris fucked Az’s mouth. You committed every second to memory- it wasn’t often Az was the one submitting completely like this. And by the gods he was pretty under the fae lights, eyes glazed over while tears ran down his cheeks. You hazard a guess that it was more from the shadows ghosting along his cock than the one in his mouth.

Your eyes trailed over to Eris. You didn’t miss how he was constantly touching Az; brushing his hair back, fingers smoothing his brows and dipping down to wipe tears away. It was a stark contrast to the rough way he was thrusting into Az’s mouth and throat. You could feel through his bond that he was close.

As you expected, Az gagged when Eris gripped his hair, pulling him down all the way. Eris’s head fell back and he groaned as his came down your mate’s throat, holding him there until you felt Eris’s pleasure subside through the bond.

“So you can behave,” Eris said, panting, pulling out Azriel’s mouth. “Stop your shadows.”

Shadows scuttled away from Azriel’s hard cock. You watched Eris tuck himself back into his trousers, moving buttons into place while Az caught his breath. Eris pulled out a cloth from his back pocket and wiped the drool off of Az’s chin.

“That was one,” he said, tilting Az’s head up. “Six more to go, only this time you’ll tell us to stop when you feel close. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be using my magic. Is that okay?”

“Yea.”

There was no change in how Az felt through the bond. Which meant he was truthful. Eris went to fix the buttons on his shirt as he walked back to the couch. When he sat down he patted beside him, wanting you to scoot over to him. As you did, he threw out his hand, flames with no heat immediately circling Az’s cock. He gasped but otherwise didn’t speak.

He turned on the couch as you crawled over so you could lay against his chest. You sighed and stretched your legs out while he wrapped his arms around you. He started to play with your hair and you were both silent. You almost fell asleep from how comfortable you were, if it hadn’t been for Az.

“Stop,” Az gasped.

You jolted, blinking. Eris called back his flames.

“Two,” Eris said with a drawl of emphasized boredom.

You knew exactly the game they were now playing. Not even a minute passed and flames went back to Az. You swore you heard him whine.

“Do you want to talk about why you disobeyed and embarrassed me yesterday?” Eris asked, he twisted his hand and the flames moved faster.

“I,” Az's body shuttered. “You don’t own me.”

You sighed. “Az, why did you disobey daddy?”

That was the first time you’d spoken to him softly since this started. And that seemed too much for him.

“Stop,” Az sobbed and the magic disappeared.

“That’s only three,” Eris said, shaking his head. “And so much quicker than the first two. Four more to go. Unless you want to talk?”

The look Az shot Eris would have set him on fire if he had those powers. Flames returned again. You thought about using your own magic but you didn’t have permission. This was between Az and Eris.

He seemed to last longer this time, be it from stubbornness or how slower the flames moved. You watched him struggle- shifting his knees and scrunching his face until he finally yelled stop again. Flames left just his hard cock that was leaking against his stomach. Gods you wished he hadn’t been a brat so you could put your mouth on him.

“Four. Can you explain yourself or do you want to keep going?”

Eris got up this time and went to him, hands on his hips.

“Give me a second,” Az panted.

“I don’t think you gave y/n a second to breathe. What’s your color?”

“Yellow.”

Az stared at the ground, cheeks darkened. You sent some love through the bond. Az was always difficult about being honest with his head space; him admitting they needed to slow down was a big step.

“Good boy,” Eris ran his hands through Azriel’s hair. “Can you get us some water, princess?”

You nodded and left the room. The water was in your chamber’s sitting room down the hall. It only took you a minute to walk in and pour a glass from the pitcher. It was a mating gift from the Winter High Lord and High Lady. The pitcher and special glasses were spelled to always keep the water cool. You came back to Eris kneeling in front of Az whispering to him. You could feel the embarrassment Az was feeling in the bond.

“Eris be nice,” you chastised, holding out the glass.

“I am, that’s the problem. Isn't it my star?” Love laced Eris’s tone. “Baby boy can’t take a compliment.”

“Shut up,” Az grumbled.

Eris simply grinned and held the glass to his lips. Az eagerly took the water, draining the glass quickly before turning and gasping. Eris handed you the glass back.

“Is that enough or do you want more?”

“ ‘M fine.”

“We’ll continue then.”

Eris went towards the couch and in a hurry, you winnowed to the sitting room to put the glass down and winnowed back. You could feel Eris laughing at you through the bond. That reminded you to make sure your bond shut to Az again. Eris grinned at you and gestured you over. This time you sat in his lap. He hummed as you draped yourself on him and pulled you close. Eris sent out his flames and Az moaned. You tried to not look, burying your face into the curve of Eris’s neck while his hand slipped between your legs. You squeezed your thighs around his hand.

You whimpered. “Sensitive.”

“You only came once, baby,” Eris said with a chuckle and pushed a finger up between your folds to graze against your clit. “I think you can give me another.”

You shifted without thinking to spread your legs just a bit farther apart. Your breath quickened when he started moving his fingers just the way you liked it.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Can you cum before Az asks to stop?”

“Yea.” You kissed his neck.

“You’re so messy.” He moved his fingers faster. “I can feel you dripping on my pants.”

You keened and to keep from yelling starting sucking that spot near his jaw you knew he liked. You were rewarded with a groan and you felt him start to harden again in his pants. You wanted to draw it out but Eris knew you too well. One shift of his fingers, and you pulled back gasping. You came, clenching on nothing while he rubbed you through it. He pulled his hand back and held it to your mouth.

“Open.”

You obliged and he stuck his fingers in your mouth. You hummed, tasting yourself on them and licked them clean. You almost forgot Az was kneeling across from you.

“Fuck stop. I-” he gasped.

You jerked your head away and Eris pulled back the flames but Az still cursed. A moment later, he groaned when his hips jerked as he came.

Oh no.

You moved off Eris immediately. He stood and magicked the mess away while Az hung his head panting.

“I didn’t tell you to come. You couldn’t even make it past five,” Eris looked down at him, frowning. “Pathetic. Guess we should start over.”

“I can’t.” Tears fell down his cheeks.

“You can’t? Or you won’t? Can’t isn’t our safeword.”

Azriel whined. You looked around the room quickly and an idea came to you. You tugged on the bond to Eris. He turned towards you.

“Suggestions?”

“Maybe instead he can choose a different punishment?”

Eris crossed his arms and watched you go to the wall with the toys. You picked up the paddle and the flogger. Az always liked the flogger more but you were lenient. You walked up to Az and held them out. His shadows swirled around the paddle. You then turned and handed it to Eris.

“Our mate is too kind to you, my star.” He said to Az. “Is this what you want?” Az nodded. “You’ll count; four hits. One for coming when I didn’t tell you to. Three for the rest of the ones you skipped just now.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to stand or lean on the couch?”

“Stand.” Az muttered. “Wings are stiff.”

Eris grabbed the front of the harness and lifted Az up like he weighed nothing. Of course that did something for you. He brought Az over to the middle of the room. Az let his wings flare out damn near reaching the ceiling. You opened the bond and you could feel the relief coming off him. Eris waited until his wings relaxed and went around him. You hated that you couldn’t see what Eris was doing, but a soft push from the bond told you he wanted Az facing you.

“I’m going to hold you in place and after a hit I want you to say what number you’re on. If you lose count, we start over.”

“Yes sir.” Az stared at the ground.

Eris moved to the left and you saw the swing of the paddle. The smack was loud and Az’s back arched from the hit.

“One,” he gasped.

Eris may as well hit you also for how it shot through you. You moaned, heat flaring between your legs. You couldn’t help it. Eris leaned around to look at you with a dark grin on his face.

“This is new,” Eris ran his gaze over you. “Do you like watching your sir get punished, princess?”

“Yes.” No sense in lying when he could smell you.

Az groaned, his cock jumping against his stomach. Eris must have done something. You could smell Az’s scent become thicker in the air and it made your own core throb.

“Show us,” Eris said. “Show us how hot it makes you to see Az take his punishment.”

“Yes, daddy.”

You settled back on the couch, spreading your legs and propping on foot up on the cushions. Your fingers dipped between your legs and Eris grabbed Azriel’s chin, forcing him to look.

“See that, my star? You could be fucking her right now but you were a brat. Now our princess has to take care of herself.”

Az whined watching you dip your fingers into your cunt. Gods you wanted this to be over. That’s what you focused on while you touched yourself. Maybe tomorrow if Az wasn’t sore you’d both stay in bed. You weren’t even paying attention until you heard the smack and Az count to two. You clenched around your fingers at the noise. The third smack, you squealed, almost coming on your fingers and Az yelled three.

“One more.” Eris whispered. “What’s your color?”

“Green, so fuckin green.” Az panted. He always liked pain the best.

“Don’t you dare cum,” you heard Eris hissed in his ear. “I know you’re thinking about it.”

Indeed, his cock was hard and red again against his stomach. You bit your lip and pulled your fingers out to swirl them on your clit. You looked up to see Az staring you in the eyes.

“I promise.”

You held his gaze as your breath quickened. You opened the bond a little. Your eyes fluttered; Az was definitely riding a high right now. Your gaze went to where Eris was and had stepped back. Your eyes went back to Az’s while the paddle came down.

He yelled; you gasped, coming again for the third time that night.

“Four.” Az sighed.

“Now have we learned our lesson?” Eris asked, dragging his hand along the rope so he could walk in front of Az without letting go for too long.

“Yes, daddy,” Az muttered.

You stood on shaky legs and walked up to them.

“Can I?” You held up your fingers.

Eris chuckled. “Of course, filthy girl.”

You stuck your wet fingers into Azriel’s mouth and he moaned around them. His tongue licked them clean. You pulled them back quickly.

“That’s all you’re getting.”

Az hummed in response, gaze glossy. Eris hand you the paddle. You took it and went to wipe it down while he began to undo the ropes.

“Do you want to talk about it now?” Eris wrapped the silk rope around his hand as he went.

“Bath,” Az grumbled. “I want a bath. Please.”

“Can you sit?” You asked.

You put the paddle away and came up to him. You rubbed his freed arm and wrist while Eris untied the other side.

“That was nothing.” He gave you his signature smirk.

“We will put balm on you after a bath.” Eris replied, matter of fact. “Take him while I put these away.”

You nodded and looped your arm around him. Shadows now flurried around you and you giggled a little when they brushed up against your cheeks. They too, seemed happy they could touch you again. Walk to the bath was short; you used your magic to turn on the water and stop the drain. Az didn’t say anything while the bath filled. You helped him in after grabbing a towel and sitting it on the ledge. He stopped you when you went to pull your gown off.

“If you get in with me, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

You pouted, and pointed to the spot in front of you. “Even I sit over here?”

Az groaned and slid down the side to lower his wings in the water farther. You noticed his shadows seemed to be hiding- or resting out of sight. Then you smelt Eris before you heard him walk in.

“We can bathe later,” he said, coming up behind you and pulling you in to kiss the top of your head. “Our star needs a reward for behaving.”

Az opened one eye, squinting. “Don’t tease me daddy.”

“You still said it, willingly I might add.” Eris retorted.

“Wet your hair,” you pulled from Eris and walked to the right side of the bath. “I’ll wash it.”

Az grumbled but dunked his head under. You sat on the ledge and grabbed the shampoo, pouring some in your hand before you started running your fingers through his hair. He groaned again and leaned back, letting you slowly massage his scalp. Eris walked around and sat on the left side.

“Are you ready to talk?”

“Yea.” There was silence and finally Az sighed. “I’m sorry for showing out yesterday.”

“Hmmm, and what made you do that?”

You muttered to Az you were going to rinse his hair and you used one of the small pitchers, water pouring over his head and washing the suds away. You grabbed a cloth and soap and started washing his shoulders. You were careful to not touch his wings.

“Rhys was here and-“ he stopped when he noticed you stilled your hand. “I just mean I knew he was here and, I don’t know.” You tugged the bond gently and went back to washing him.

Eris sighed heavily. “Azriel.”

“I’m sorry.” Az hung his head and stared at the water. You rinsed his back and gestured him to lean back. “I wasn’t thinking about his visit being work. I just wanted to show off.”

“Show off?” You tilted your head.

His cheeks darkened under your scrutiny while you scrubbed his chest. You instantly realized this had more to do with Az and Eris’s history than your own.

“I’m all for being territorial and showing off the effects you have on me, but there is a time and place for it,” Eris said sternly. “I forgive you. But if it happens again, I won’t just be punishing you for fun. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been, I’m still a new High Lord in their eyes. That type of bratty behavior in the wrong situation can have dire consequences.”

“I know.” You both heard Az’s voice crack.

“My star,” Eris reached out and cupped Az’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he echoed back.

You leaned in and kissed his other cheek. “Let’s finish cleaning you up. Then we can go to bed.”

Eris caught your eye as you leaned back. “I think you should go ahead and bathe also. Two birds, two stones or whatever Lucien heard those humans say.”

“I think I agree.”

You suppressed your grin, dropping the cloth in the waters and pulling off your gown. You climbed into the bath with Az. Eris left to get ready for bed and you took your time finishing cleaning Az and yourself. You both spent a little bit longer in the bath than needed. Mostly lazy kissing and you muttering how much you loved him while the shadows returned and darted around you both. A light tug in your chest made you sigh.

“Eris says we’re taking too long.” Az grunted in response. “Let's get out and go to bed.”

Az sighed. “Okay.”

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venusin-aries · 6 months

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Okay, fine, I’ll talk about Gwynriel and switch!Az. If you don’t like Gwynriel or talk of “dOm ShAdOW DaDDy” Azriel being a switch just shhhh and keep scrolling because I have Thoughts.

Azriel, a man always in control giving up total control to Gwyn, an inexperienced, curious, little intellectual who loves learning? Allowing her to explore while she feels safe, but obviously wanted because with her in control he can’t hide his reactions?

It’s a vibe.

HE gets to experience the slow incline up the hill while she’s busy caressing every inch of skin she can, both enjoying the feel of him and the little reactions he can’t quite hide. Kissing, licking, sucking, nipping, biting (because she’s a little shit, no one can tell me otherwise) and moving so slowly, partially because she’s nervous of doing something wrong but eager to feel, partially because she can sense a shift in his breathing.

He’s not used to being the one experiencing the constant wave of pleasure. Being so loved on.

The constant stimulation he can’t squirm away from. Realizing he doesn’t WANT to squirm away from it. Leans into it, in fact.

Azriel seems like the type of dude who keeps his pleasure quiet during sex (and I’m not talking about talking lmao) and with how competitive Gwyn is and how much she likes to talk and tease???

Oh no, I think not.

I want HER and HIM to have a laughingly good time going to town on each other. Azriel is so serious, he needs it.

I don’t know, I like it when men who seem so scary and “sadistic” and “dom” get sexually vulnerable with their partners.

This doesn’t mean I don’t want him to absolutely blow her back and mind out, cause I definitely do, but that will come LATER. LATER.

#There will be a part 2 with switch!Gwyn and dom!Az but LATER #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwyn berdara #acosf #azriel x gwyn #gwyn x azriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #acotar

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skinny dipping.

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: this is warm, fluffy, and entirely self indulgent for all my azriel girlies out there. please enjoy. warning: a bit of smut but mostly heartwarming fluff. summary: in the midst of montesere, you talk the shadowsinger into skinny dipping with you in a lake full of starlight.

The High Lord promised that the mission to Montesere would be an easy one.

As you trudge through the dark woods covered in grime and blood, you were beginning to think that you and Rhysand had two very different definitions of easy.

The task at hand seemed simple enough. Seduce the Prince and steal his supply of faebane. It was a pretty standard plan given your line of work as a spy in the Night Court. The only problem was that you hadn’t caught the royal’s eye — Azriel did.

However amusing it was to watch the shadowsinger navigate his way through the male’s advances during the ball, you busied yourself with finding the faebane while Azriel distracted the prince with his charm. You were successful in your task until you and Azriel reached the castle gates where a dozen sentries blocked the only exit. It took nearly an hour to cut through the prince’s guard.

Despite the fact that you were grossly outnumbered, you and Azriel managed to escape without a single scratch on either one of you.

After your narrow escape, you follow the shadowsinger further into the blood forest, stepping over the twisting vines of the crooked trees and watching the crimson leaves crumble underneath the heel of your boots. With your power expended from tonight’s altercation, you weren’t able to winnow out of the Continent, which meant that Azriel would have to fly you home.

In an effort to avoid being spotted, you needed to travel to the edge of Montesere before ascending to the skies. An hour had passed since you first started walking and there seemed to be no end to the dark woods. You yawn, stopping in place to shake out your weary limbs.

Beside you, Azriel halts underneath an oak tree as beams of moonlight bathes his handsome face with a silver glow. Not unlike your own armor, the shadowsinger’s leathers were soaked in blood and sticking to every hard plane of his toned body. Shadows twist through his dark wings and crowns him in glorious night as he turns around to face you.

“Are you alright, angel?” Concern floods his eyes while he carefully examines you.

You nod in return. “I’m fine. I just need a drink of water.”

“There should be a lake up ahead.”

Azriel holds out his hand and you gladly take it, lacing your fingers with his scarred ones. You gave him a gentle squeeze to remind him that you were completely comfortable with his touch. It had taken a while for him to even allow you to hold his hand so you made it a point to remind him that you recognized the privilege of his trust.

For some time now, you and Azriel have been teetering between friendship and something more. You’ve been in love with the shadowsinger for as long as you could remember and while you knew that Azriel reciprocated those feelings, you were also aware of his tendency to lean on the cautious side when it came to romantic relationships. You understood the hesitation that stemmed from the heartbreaking doubt that often skewed Azriel’s view of himself and you were more than willing to wait until he was ready to fully open himself up to you.

At the moment, you were content to savor the shy gazes and stolen kisses while you two explore the evolving nature of your relationship. Slowly but surely, you worked towards showing Azriel that you were here to stay. In all your centuries of knowing him, you knew that he was the type of male that would only be convinced by actions and not words.

Regardless, you were determined to show Azriel that you loved all of him completely. You saw every part of him - the good, the bad, the ugly, and none of it scared you.

A small smile graces that achingly beautiful face as the two of you walk hand in hand underneath the starry sky. Just beyond a grove of ancient oak trees, the forest parts into a clearing. In the middle of the grassy knoll, a crystal clear lake shimmers amidst the dark woods. You stroll by the banks before kneeling at the shore and dipping your hand into the glittering water. Starlight trickles through your fingertips and you beam in awe at the hidden wonder.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe, smiling up at Azriel. “How did you find this place?”

The shadowsinger kneels beside you and spreads his long legs over the grass. “I came across this clearing on a mission years ago. When I first saw this lake, it actually reminded me of you.”

Through the soft light emitting from the serene water, you could make out the fond smile on Azriel’s face. You lean back on your arms, tilting your head to face him. “What could I possibly have in common with a lake, Az?” you ask teasingly.

He twines your fingers together, brushing his lips against your knuckles. “Because like you, this lake is full of starlight in a world surrounded by darkness. Even when this endless existence threatens to swallow me whole, you serve as a reminder that the light is just around the corner.”

At his sincere words, your heart soars. Azriel was looking at you with such tenderness in his eyes as if he could see into the very depths of your soul.

“I want you to know that I feel safe with you. You listen and you understand. You never try to push me even though I know that I can be frustrating sometimes,” he cups your cheek and you lean into his touch instinctively. “It’s still going to take some time for me to figure out why you chose to love me of all people, but I want you to know that I’ll work every day to be worthy of you.”

Tears prick your eyes as you meet that gentle gaze. “You don’t have to work for my love, Azriel. You’ve always deserved it.” Azriel presses his forehead against yours as he holds you closer. “It might take a while, but I don’t mind reminding you every day that you’re more than worthy of me.”

You were barely breathing as he cups your face. Azriel scans your features, searching for any sign of hesitation, but he only finds the same yearning twisting through his own heart at the sight of you. The shadowsinger beholds the plain and simple truth written all over your face. Your heart beats for Azriel and Azriel alone.

“I love you,” he says softly.

Those three little words, whispered by the love of your life underneath the cover of moonlight, was more than you could ever ask for.

You smile brightly. “I love you too, Azriel.”

“My heart, however torn and scarred it may be, is entirely and irrevocably yours, angel.”

Azriel closes the gap between you, those hazel eyes of his filling with shimmering hope as he savors the feel of you in his arms. Time slows as he brings his lips down to yours and kisses you gently. His mouth was soft and warm, tasting of mead and honey while his lips melded to yours.

You could’ve spent an eternity kissing Azriel, letting his tongue slide over yours in languid movements while your whole body leans into his touch. Fireworks erupt all over your body as Azriel pulls you flush against him. Your fingers tangle in his hair while he trails a burning path down the hollow of your throat, nipping at the soft skin just below your ear. The soft breathy moan that escapes from your lips makes the shadowsinger grin against your neck.

“Mine,” he declares as he leaves his mark all over your skin.

“Yours.” The entirety of your mind, body, and soul seemed to agree with the statement. There was no doubt about it - Azriel was the only one for you.

Despite the fact that there was barely a wisp of space between you, it still didn’t feel like enough. You craved for more of him. Tonight, you wanted all of Azriel.

As you pull away, Azriel groans in protest at the loss of your warmth. You grin, standing upright while you tug at his hand. He watches you curiously as you unlace your boots and kick them off to the side. Your leather trousers come off next and the shadowsinger chuckles as you wriggle out of them. He steadies your waist so that you can remove them with ease.

“What are you doing?”

You shrug nonchalantly. “Undressing.”

Azriel smirks. “I can see that, smartass. As much as I enjoy the view, would you care to fill me in on the plan?”

“I’m taking a dip in the lake,” you state as you discard the knives strapped around your waist. “You’re more than welcome to join me. I promise I don’t bite, unless you ask.”

The cheeky wink you sent his way was enough to convince Azriel. “You sound like Cassian.”

You raise an amused brow. “I’m undressing in front of you and you’re thinking of Cas?”

Azriel’s laughter strikes you like a bolt of lightning. “You’re absolutely right, angel. How terribly rude of me.”

With a wicked grin, you tug your shirt over your head and chuck it at Azriel’s chest. “I guess you’ll just have to find a way to make it up to me, Az.”

His loaded gaze burns right through you as Azriel begins taking off his clothes. While he was busy shrugging out of his shirt, you took the opportunity to toss aside your underclothes. Suddenly, you felt extremely conscious of Azriel seeing your naked form. To settle your nerves, you wade into the lake so you could find cover underneath the water.

The shadowsinger follows you soon after, watching as you shake out the mud and blood from your hair. In the middle of your scrubbing, he grabs your wrist and pulls you flush against him.

Underneath the glow of the full moon, Azriel looked absolutely beautiful. His dark hair fell in soft tendrils atop his cheekbones and grazed his full, pouty lips. You can't help the smile that curves at the corner of your lips, reaching out to swipe at a splatter of blood staining the shadowsinger's sharp jaw. Azriel’s eyes flutter close at your touch. He sighs in contentment, nuzzling into your hand.

“Hi,” you say softly.

Soft, hazel eyes appraise you tenderly. “Hi,” Azriel replies as his arm snakes around your waist.

Brushing the hair out of your face, he tilts your chin up so he can examine you from a better angle. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

You flush, smiling softly. “Not tonight, no.”

Azriel’s lips brush against your cheek. “You’re breathtaking, angel. An absolute dream.”

His fingertips trail a path down your torso, his light touch igniting the fire in your core while he traces a line through your collarbone all the way down to the curve of your hips as though he was committing your body to memory. You clamp your fingers onto his wrist, guiding his hand up to your breast.

Azriel inhales sharply as his eyes darken with desire. With his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he looked utterly angelic. Completing the imagery, his dark wings flare behind him while he gazes down at you.

“Are you sure?” he asks so softly as though he was half expecting you to change your mind.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my immortal life, Azriel. I want all of you tonight.”

Azriel kisses you again with more hunger and passion, pausing briefly to hike your legs around his waist. You take the opportunity to admire his solid chest and the perfectly sculpted abs that flexed underneath your touch. It was honestly criminal to look this good while covered in grime and blood.

The shadowsinger takes his time with you, kissing and nipping at your skin and letting the desire for him build as he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth. You take turns scrubbing at each other’s skin until the both of you are clean and spotless. Starlight trickles down Azriel’s wings while he wades over to the shallow end of the lake with you latched onto his waist. With your back pressed against the smooth, pale rock behind you, Azriel pecks your cheek once more and positions you against him.

“I want to take my time with you,” he says as he brushes a dark tendril of hair behind your ear. From up close, you could make out the golden flecks smattering those warm hazel eyes. “I want to remember this night for the rest of my life.”

You smile, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I do too, Az.”

Those powerful wings unfurl behind him, covering the both of you with the red and golden hues shimmering against his back. Azriel braces himself against your entrance, slowly pushing his length into you while he carefully watches your expression to ensure that he wasn’t hurting you. He shudders at how wet and ready you are for him, dropping his head down at the crook of your neck while placing a gentle kiss on your collarbone.

“Are you alright, baby?”

Azriel was only halfway in, but you could already feel your walls stretching to take all of him. The pressure of his length sliding into you uncoils in your lower belly, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. As you sink down lower into him, you could barely bite back the moan from crawling up your throat.

“Look at me, angel.” Azriel says as he cups your jaw in his hand. “Promise you’ll tell me if it gets to be too much, alright?”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. The sweet and gentle way he was looking at you told you that he’d stop at nothing to ensure that this experience would be nothing but pleasurable for you. This was the Azriel that you knew and loved.

“I promise.”

The husky moan that left his lips as your walls clench around his cock awakens a dizzying wave of pleasure to course through your body. You could tell that Azriel was trying his best to restrain himself and he attempts to anchor himself by gripping your hips so hard that you were sure the marks of his fingertips would leave bruises.

“Can I move, baby?”

“Gods, yes.”

Azriel snaps his hips into yours and the sensation was so heavenly, it had you arching off the pale stone. The water shimmers around you as the shadowsinger makes love to you, slowly pushing and pulling in and out of you while your moans echo in the clearing. His gaze never once leaves your face, examining the cries of pleasure you were making, reveling in the sight of you naked and bare before him, while you straddle his waist in desperation.

He loved seeing you like this, needy and desperate for him, knowing that no one else ever got to witness this side of you. Azriel was well aware that it was a privilege to love and be loved by you and he made sure to worship every inch of you to convey just how special it made him feel.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, latching his lips onto the sensitive spot just below your earlobe.

Your lips part and Azriel takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, tasting every inch of you while he guides your hips with his large hands. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces and the pleasure of the gentle roll of your hips onto his length had you murmuring Azriel’s name into his neck.

“I love the way you moan my name,” Azriel says with a grin. “It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.”

You place a trail of kisses upon his neck, sucking lightly on his earlobe as you shamelessly moan his name again and again. “Azriel,” you drag out, tasting every syllable on your tongue as his thrusts pick up the pace.

Just like he promised, Azriel relishes every inch of you slowly. He savors every sound, every sensation, every bit of praise that falls from your lips.

“You are mine,” he says, fingers splayed out at the back of your neck possessively. “And I am yours.”

“Forever and always, Azriel,” you respond, lips parting in utter ecstasy as he grunts in approval.

Dropping his forehead down to yours, the shadowsinger ruts into you, hitting the right spots at just the right angle as your nails rake over his back. The growl he unleashes sets a fire in your core. You bounce on his cock impatiently, taking all of him in and out, your walls memorizing every ridge and curve of his length while you writhe in pleasure.

"Are you close, angel?" he breathes, barely hanging onto the sliver of restraint he had left. Azriel wanted to mark you, to have his scent seeping from every inch of your skin so that everyone would know who you belong to.

"So close, Az." You pull away, meeting his burning gaze with a satisfied smile. "I want us to come together."

Azriel growls his agreement, watching as you roll your hips into him, letting you control the tempo while you stare into each other's eyes. He moans your name sharply, head tilting back as your own walls tighten around him, signaling that your orgasm was fast approaching.

"Together," he says, dipping his forehead down to yours.

You nod and the sight of him unraveling underneath you nearly brings you to tears. Azriel was completely vulnerable, lips parted, eyes rolling back while his arousal fills you. He groans as you soak him with your own orgasm, gasping and panting while he kisses you again and again.

It’s only after the third time he makes you come when Azriel finally relents, wrapping you into his arms while the two of you lie back on the grassy knoll, fully dressed and warm as his wings shields you from the cold breeze.

“Should we start heading home?” you ask with a yawn, resting your head on Azriel’s shoulder.

The red and golden membrane shimmers at his back as his wings curve around you protectively. “In a second. I’m not ready for this night to end yet.”

You smile, placing a kiss at the nape of his neck. “Thank you, Azriel.”

His brow furrow in response. “For what, angel?”

“For showing me this place,” you start, gazing at the beautiful lake once again. “For opening up to me. For loving me. For…everything.”

The smile that spreads across his face tug at your heartstrings. It was the most breathtaking sight you’ve ever seen. “I love you angel,” he says again as he kisses your forehead. “Forever and always.”

You nuzzle into him, feeling like the luckiest female in the realm. “I love you too, Azriel. Forever and always.”

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#this is so sweet i love soft az as much as dom az #WHEN WILL HE FIND LOVE SARAH JANET WHEN #azriel #acotar #azriel fic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fluff #azriel smut #acotar smut #masterlist #jess writes

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