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lidiasloca · 8 months

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more than this (azriel x reader)

summary: after Azriel and reader had a summer together, the last thing Az was expecting was to face her again. (angst).

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chapter four

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The girl runs into his arms, and Azriel tries to catch up with her swift movements. Then, he’s hugging her.

Mor and you share a glaze, the fifteenth just today. Since when was Azriel so physical with anyone that wasn’t, well… anyone he didn’t have a romantic somewhat-relationship with? Mor seems just as surprised as you.

But maybe… maybe he and Elain do have something.

You don’t let the thought linger. “Mor, I was thinking on going upstairs to train. Will you join me?”

She nods, not daring a word.

“Can I come?” Elain says, and moves away from Azriel to face you. “I’m Elain, Feyre’s sister.”

Please no, don’t come. You try to smile friendly and say, “I know who you are.”

She returns your smile. “I don’t know who you are, though.”

She doesn’t mean it to be rude, you’re sure. Not with her sweet smile, and sweeter face, and sweetest voice. But, still, her question is a reminder how secret was the relation you and Azriel had. He’s comfortable enough with her to hug her like that, but not to name the girl he spent the whole summer with.

You swallow your hurt and don’t let your smile falter. “Y/n. I’m… Mor’s friend.”

“Oh,” she replies, her tone, one of surprise. “She’s never mentioned you.” You’re not so sure that she’s not trying to be rude now.

Since you’re not quite sure how to answer, your eyes move to their own accord to Azriel. You find nothing, though, no emotion. You feel stupid for thinking you’d find pity or… something in him.

You should know better.

Mor coughs, making your eyes turn to her. “Elain, didn’t you say you wanted to start the Valkyrie training as well?”

No, no, no, no. You beg your friend with your eyes, but she’s looking at Elain. “Yes! I would love to.”

“Well, then go get changed. We’ll be waiting in the living room.” Oh, gods, no.

Elain nods enthusiastically and starts walking to the door. But when she’s at the door, she pivots on her heels and looks at Azriel smirking. That type of smirk… it sets you on edge.

“See you later,” she says, and the way her voice reminds you of when someone makes a dare. You hate it; her tone and the fact that she means to meet with him later.

Fortunately, she’s at last gone. Unfortunately, now Azriel’s gaze is only directed to you. You try not to care much about it, or at least look like so. “Let’s go,” you tell Mor.

Azriel finally decides to talk “Y/n,” he says, though it sounds like a question. But you don’t let yourself look at him as you leave, Mor leading the way. If he can stay silently when you want answers, so can you.

“What was all of that about?” you whispers-shout to Mor, remembering how shocked she was, too, when Elain jumped to Azriel for a hug. Azriel. For a hug.

“I have absolutely no idea.”

…

“Now, you will stretch,” Cassian tells the sweaty and exhausted three of you. The training had been a bit too much, taking into account that this was your first Valkyrie training.

“Again? But we already stretched in the beginning,” you complain, barely feeling the muscles on your legs.

“Because, Y/n,” Elain -Elain- starts. “It will help relax tense muscles, among other things, of course.” She smiles tenderly. That smile.

“Exactly,” Cassian says. “Ladies, I have to go now to another group, okay? But you keep stretching a bit more.” And then he’s gone.

“How do you know that, Elain; I thought this was the first time you trained.” Mor asks her, leaning to her leg. You do the same, feeling a bit of pain in your leg.

“It is,” she replies. “But Azriel taught me that; about stretching after a workout.” She glances at you and adds sweetly, “or any activity of the sort.”

What? You have to force your jaw not to literally drop. You turn to look Mor, and see she’s doing the exact same.

But cute little Elain just giggles. “I’m joking.”

Yeah - sure.

Your curiosity gets the best of you as you ask, almost beg, with your eyes to Mor. She knows you well, and immediately understands what you want from her: “Umm… Azriel and you, Elain. What… well, are you something?” she asks and smiles shyly, so unlike her. “Just curiosity.”

Elain moves her gaze to the floor, a coy smile forming on her face. She hums and then says, “Well, it’s pretty secret, -you know Azriel-, but we… sort of have something.” She at last looks up at us, at you, her smile still there. “Is it that obvious?”

You want to strangle someone.

Is it that obvious? That voice.

As you try to not hit someone, the anger glowing inside you uncontrollably, Mor seems more inclined to silent shock. You two might look interestingly scary from Elain’s point of view.

“Oh,” Mor gets out. “That’s…” She coughs again, trying to say something.

But you get your words faster. “For how long?” You know Azriel isn’t that kind of male. But… it hasn’t been so long since summer ended, and then, the Azriel you knew doesn’t feel like the Azriel you know now.

And now… now, you wouldn’t bet on it.

Elain seems like she’s thinking, counting. Gods - you can hear your heart beating near your throat. “Somewhere in May,” the girl says eventually. “It sort of feels like a fever dream,” she adds, giggling.

No.

You stand up quickly, not bothering with an excuse, as you make your way to your room.

…

It feels like you’ve been crying for weeks, and you have the feeling you look like it, too. But it’s only been a few minutes that you’ve been curled in the bed, bawling your eyes.

There’s this horrendous mix of sadness and guilt in your heart, and they feel physically painful, like an acute stab in your heart. And another, and another. They keep coming. Especially because the room still has the scent of both Azriel and Elain. And that just makes you overthink the more.

Mor had knocked on the door, but you hadn’t opened, just told her you needed to be alone. But once she had gone, you regretted not asking her to winnow you to your apartment. Or somewhere away from these people.

Almost in cue to your prayers, you hear a knock on the door. You run to it, but recognize the scent, and stop your hand from touching the handle.

“Nesta?”

“Can you open?” And you do. Her eyes pierce your face, and you can make out how bad you look by the way she assesses you. “Mor told me…” She tries again, “I can get Cassian here. So he can fly you.”

You nearly drop to your knees in thankfulness. But you remain somewhat calm, and nod before muttering, “thank you, Nesta.”

…

Luckily for you, Cassian only asks you one question, and it isn’t one you don’t want to answer. “Where?”

You let him take you in his arms as you think your answer. “The day court.”

He gives you a firm nod, one that makes you think he’s been warned, or threaten, by Nesta. The thought lightens something in your heart, though tears are still on your face.

After what feels like eternity, you enter the Day Court. Then, you commence indicating him to the palace, where you’re expecting to find your old friend. That, if he’s not busy with his High Lord’s duties or… other deals that always have him busy.

You finally land, and Cassian gives you an incredulous look, “Helion’s palace?” You nod again, still not confident with talking too much. “Helion?” he asks again, more to himself than to you.

“What about me?” the High Lord asks, making the both of you turn to him. You waste no time, going in for a hug. It had been a long time since you had last seen him. “Missed you, too, sweetheart,” he says against your hair.

It’s all too warm, the bubble you feel yourself in when in his arms. But Cassian is still there, waiting. You let go of Helion, who looks at you so sweetly. Genuinely sweetly.

“Thank you, Cassian.”

He nods again, and seems to debate himself before saying, “Azriel… he has been speaking to me the whole fly. He, well, he wants to talk with you. He wants to know where you are.”

The pain is again there.

But so is Helion, who grabs your hand, as if he could sense how you are feeling. He always knows, when it comes to you, after all.

“Cassian, please. Don’t tell him. I need to be alone.” You don’t even know why on earth would he want to see you. This is a win for him, never having to see you again. But you don’t want to think about anything related to him.

“But, Y/n,” he replies. “Azriel told me-”

“It doesn’t matter what he told you,” Helion interrupts. “It only matters that she’s saying she doesn’t want him here, understood?”

Cassian seems shocked at how serious Helion is, since he usually isn’t. Unless it’s an important matter. Something like comfort glows in your chest. Loving comfort. That bubble again.

Cassian nods, yet again, and then takes off flying.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room, sweetheart.”

You turn to your friend. “Is it really still my room?”

“What do you mean? Do you think I would give a random guest your room?”

You stare at him and smile. “Thank you, Helion.”

-Characters by Sarah J. Maas

This was longer than usual, but there was a lot to unpack of what I have in mind with the story. Worry not, I'm pretty positive this is going to have a happy ending, hopefully. I have the next chapter pretty planed, so it shouldn't take too long for me to write it. random mention to the grudge by olivia rodrigo, cause it's right now playing and cause i love it sm. teenage dream is so great as well :)).

tag list:

@kalulakunundrum @bubybubsters @goradgirl @kennedy-brooke

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danikamariewrites · 6 months

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i just read feysand x reader housewife and I’m wondering if i can request a cassian x housewife reader. like imagine being stressed ab work and then you talk to cassian ab it and he says that you shouldnt worry over things like stressful work, and that you should do whatever makes you happy. so like imagine then reader stays at home and foes whatever she wants woth no stress, maybe she has a business that sye runs so she isn’t burnt out like she used to be and it is all in her speed, maybe she loves writing and starts doing it since she didnt have time before. And omg imagine beefy daddy cassian coming home and he’s so big omg and gives her a hug with his ripped juicy arms and he’s just so manly omg🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 sorry if this is confusing i genuinly lost my mind thinking ab this

At Home

Cassian x reader

A/n: @thehighladywrites has inspired me to write this plus I’ve been dreaming of daddy Cass all week so this is a treat for all of us lmao

Warnings: fluff 🤗

Cassian hated how stressed you were about going to work and how tired you were at the end of the day

It killed him to see you like this

Cass didn't want to stress you out by talking about it so he waited until you came to him

You came home early from work in tears, your mascara all smudged and all sniffly

You went right to Cassian's office and he dropped everything he was doing to comfort you

He took you out for a nice dinner that night to finally propose what was on his mind, stay home and let him take care of you

It was a dream of Cassian's to be able to take care of his mate and now he has the chance

Rhys certainly paid Cassian enough

By the time you sit down for dinner you still have a pout on your lips from earlier

After ordering a bottle of wine and your favorite appitizer Cassian reached across the table to hold your hands with his large ones, "Sweetheart, I want to talk to you about something."

You look up at him, hope twinkling in your eyes. "What's up Cass?" you askk quietly

A small smile pulls at his lips. "I hate seeing you this upset. And I know you like working and being independent, but what do you think about quitting and letting me take care of you? Of us."

You thought you were going to break down again. Not trusting your voice you nod as you pull your lips into a tight smile. "Please," you whisper out

Cassian was ecstatic that he could finally take care of everything for you

In bed that night you went over what would happen from here on out. Cassian would pay for everything, even if it was just a fun purchase you wanted. You are free to spend your days however you want. If you want to stay home and do nothing, great!

If you wanted to start training he'd take you with him

If you wanted to pick up a new hobby Cassian would support you

You went to workout/train for a few weeks with Cassian and the Valkyries for a few weeks until it started to not be fun

You were able to grow closer with the rest of the IC now that you stopped working

Feyre and Mor became two of your best friends

You were even invited to join Valkyrie book club which you loved

Reading all of these books inspired you to start writing yourself

At first it was just for fun and you brought it to book club for the girls to read

Then they started encouraging you to write for real and see if you could get published

Cassian fully supports this and loves how creative you've been. It makes him so happy to see you like this

Another perk of staying home is that you get to spend more time with Cassian

You were super attached to him in general

How can you not love that beefy, sweet, tall illyrian he just has so much love to give and you bask in it

If Cass is away at the house of wind for the day you bake his favorite cookies and you started making delicious dinners for you two

Your favorite part of the day is when Cassian comes home

You run to greet him at the door, "Cassie!" "Sweetheart!" he crouches down a little with his arms open waiting for you to throw yourself at him

He hugs you tight to his chest and spins you around, putting you down and kissing you, telling you how much he missed you

When Cass works from home you sit in his office with him, mostly on his lap becuase you two can't stand to not have your hands on each other

You love being wrapped up in his big arms

sometimes you squeeze and poke at his biceps for fun just to see him flex them as a reaction

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jmoonjones · 7 months

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Feyre makes up for this great betrayal by designing new Valkyrie workout gear

#feyre archeron #nesta archeron #gwyneth berdara #emerie acotar #gwyn berdara #acotar #acotar art #acotar fanart #acosf

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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imdoingsortagay · 6 months

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Mastermind

Summary: You can see the way she wants to just let go and give up control, so you form a plan with your girlfriend to do just that

a/n: Here comes your Valcarol x reader brainrot homos

Warnings: Dom! Valkyrie, Sub!Carol, Switch!R, petnames, strap on use, Carol in subspace ? ( yeth)

Word count: 1.6k words

Smut below the cut ! 18+

Both of you could tell the moment that Danvers arrived to New Asgard that she wanted to just let go of all of the stress she was dealing with.

Wanted to just let someone let the reigns but a part of her didn't trust anyone enough to do it. There was a tiny moment between your girlfriend and Carol when Valkyrie had teased her a bit with a pet names.

Most time she'd just brush it off and make some joke back at your girlfriend but for a split second you could see the blonde react to that silly pet name.

" Aye Danvers," Valkyrie says," Everything alright?"

" Yep yep all good," she just says before heading into the guestroom for the rest of the night, leaving just you confused while Val just continues on with finishing the rest of her drink. One part of you wants to question Carol but the other just wants to let her have space to think over things.

You think it over and decide to just as Val.

" Did you see the way Carol reacted to you calling her princess?" You ask with curiosity as she heads into the kitchen to get herself another drink. She wasn't the type of person to do stuff like this, if Danvers needed space then of course she was gonna do just that.

" Honey i think Danvers just needs time to destress," She explains," it hasn't been a relaxing couple of years for the blonde ya know? the best we could do is give her time to relax and if she wants to talk about it, well she knows she can".

" Babe," you pause," this is Carol Danvers we are talking about. The big tough superhero who reacted to you calling her princess of all things. And she didn't make any jokes".

" Hmmm," your girlfriend says to herself," what's your plan"?

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A part of you was unsure as to whether this plan would work with the blonde. She's been staying with the both of you for a couple weeks but her routine doesn't seem to change.

Being the lovely girlfriend she is, Val did most of the work when observing her friends routine. From then you both would plan for the moment that Carol would " Catch you in the act"

" My darling ready for daddy?"

The door to your bedroom is halfway open, just enough for Carol to see the both of you. Val is completely naked besides the strap on with the fake cock around her hips, a favorite one from your collection of sex toys.

" Cmon love," she tells you," use that dirty mouth on daddys cock now".

You waste no time the moment she stands in front of you as you kneel for her, grabbing the fake cock as you start off slow and sensual for her. While the woman above you can't really feel your mouth, it drove her crazy seeing the way that you suck on the cock.

" Cmon darling, Daddy needs that cock to be nice and wet when it goes in your cunt" and right on time when Carol comes back from her midday workout with Thor. Both of you don't hear the door open but Carol can definitely hear the noises you're making in the bedroom.

Working out seemed to distract her from the feeling she got when Valkyrie had made the princess joke. Seeing how dominant her friend was with you had honestly made her a bit jealous, if she had to be honest with herself.

All the one night stands all over the universe didn't help either, just made her want someone she can hand over control to.

Someone who can comfort her, let her be herself instead of the mighty Captain Marvel.

" Fuck your cock tastes so good daddy," Carol is snapped out of her thoughts at the line and she feels her mind going fuzzy. It would be the right thing of the blonde to just quickly walk by to her room but the door is also open so she has to be strategic.

" Be good for daddy then darling and take the rest of me in my mouth," the blonde can hear her friend say.

Curiosity gets the best of her and she slowly peaks through the door to see Valkyrie, very close friend and King of New Asgard fully naked while her girlfriend is also very naked sucking on the fake cock between her legs like it's their dayjob.

" Fuck," she whispers to herself, mind going fuzzy at the thought of suck on the toy along side you.

Forgetting that she was supposed to be hiding from the both of you.

“ imagine if someone saw you sucking my cock baby ? Seeing you act like such a whore for daddy on your knees”.

After years of being with Valkyrie, you knew that she heard Carol walk through the door instantly. Sneaking around the house to surprise or even scare her was something you've gotten used to not being able to do. Carol must be close to your room if Val was talking more while you were sucking her off.

" Daddy," you moan out as you take her out of your mouth," can you fuck me nowwwww?".

" Well be patient now baby," she tells you, " how about you show our special guest here some manners ?".

Carol's thoughts of the two of you are interrupted when she's met with her best friend standing next to her, no shame in being naked in front of you. Neither of them exchange words when Val takes out her hand for Carol to grab and she's led into the bedroom.

" Did you want to join us, Carol?"

The blonde hears you ask and so many thoughts go through her mind at the opportunity to sleep with both of you.

On one part, she can trust both of you and on the other, she's lost so many people close to her that she wouldn't want to ruin the friendship she has with you both. Knowing that if that were gone, there would be nobody else there for her.

" Oh princess," she hears you say, unaware of when you had put on a robe as you scoop her into a hug," Carol don't cry now ".

Val hugs her friend as well, while she might not be able to talk to Carol about her feelings at least she can give her some physical comfort.

" Honey, you know us well enough not to hurt you," Val pauses," not after all you've been through princess. You deserve someone who you can be yourself with and not the big badass superhero everyone knows you as".

" If you allow us Carol," you continue," me and Valkyrie will treat you like the pretty princess you are".

Val giggles when Carol nods, deciding to change the plans last minute to focus more on the blonde and show her just how important she is.

“ Be a good princess and strip for us,” Val orders Carol. The blonde follows the command quickly, like an eager puppy.

“ get on the middle of the bed “, Val says,” baby I want you to eat our princess out so she’s ready for my cock”.

You start of slow with Carol , leaving kisses between her thighs as a mean to not take things quickly. All Carol can do is whine and makes the prettiest noises as you leave kisses all over her thighs.

“ Must have not been fucking in space if you’re already wet from me kissing your thighs baby,” you mumbled and before Carol can respond, you slowly start to go at her folds.

“ no I was but I-“ All Carol can do is moan when you start to rub at her clit, mine starting to go fuzzy while you go down on her. While she did fuck in space there was nobody who seemed to make her feel good , until now.

“ Make her cum baby,” and without a second to waste you enter Carols pussy with one finger. You groan as she lets out the cutest moan when you enter her with one finger , she’s gonna be completely different once your girlfriend fucks her with the toy between her legs.

“ can I have another one -“

“ what was that princess?” Val interruptes Carol as you slowly finger her and continue to lick at her wet cunt.

“ Daddy,” she moans out ,” need more in my pussy , wanna be good for the both of you".

" this is gonna be a good night".

The Next Morning

When Carol has woken up, she didn't expect the both of you to let her sleep in her room, expecting that Valkyrie would carry her back to where she was staying.

If she had to be honest, she really liked being in the middle of you too. Had been years that Carol had been held, been treated like anything other than an Avenger, or an enemy to some people.

" What time is it?" Val says as she wakes up which starles Carol, assuming she'd still be asleep. The noise wakes also wakes you up and you groan your annoyance as you got to check your phone.

" 11am baby," you say in an annoyed tone," i'm gonna go back to sleep with Carol".

" What if our princess doesn't want to go back to sleep?"

" She wants to sleep babe not go out and workout so early on a sunday," you turn a bit to look at Carol," Am i right baby?".

" m gonna stay with y/n," Carol mumbles as you happy scoop up the blonde in your arms to get more sleep.

" Always a brat," Val chuckles as she gets up to get to working out, never one to miss a day .

Carol could get used to being with the two of you if it meant soft moment like this.

#liz thoughts 💭#lizs writing #valkyrie x carol danvers #Carol danvers x reader #valkyrie x reader

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kindasleepywriter · 20 days

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Loving Comfort - Nesta x Reader

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Summary: A fae's cycle is a rare event, but it comes with a long list of discomforts. Luckily for you, your mate is by your side to make things better. (Word count: 1k)

Warnings: Menstrual pain, implied blood, smut.

Note: Inspired by this request! Thank you so much for the ask, sorry it took so long!

Everything hurt. Pain radiated through your abdomen, starting just below your ribs, reaching down and through your body with occasional lashes in your lower back. Cramps and aches like nothing you’d ever felt.

Never felt since your last cycle, you corrected yourself.

Every time, it caught you by surprise. You would think that, after decades experiencing it, you would be better at managing it, but that was certainly not the case. Fae cycles were irregular and much less frequent than humans’ and other species, but nature balanced it out by making them worse. Much, much worse.

You felt like an idiot for not having seen it coming. For weeks you had felt more tired than usual, and in the last few days you had started to feel a dull ache right below your stomach and occasional headaches. You had simply brushed it aside as stress.

All of the signs added up in your head in a single second when, in the middle of training with the Valkyries, you felt the unfortunate moisture underneath your leathers and pants. You had let out a swear and finished the fight quickly, excusing yourself rapidly, mourning the plans you had for the next few days. Once the bleeding started, the excruciating pain wasn’t far behind.

All of it had resulted in your current position, curled in bed like a cat, clinging on to a pillow like your life depended on it, silently cursing the Mother for this supposed blessing. You had skipped training for the second day in a row and, despite the pain, you were also bored out of your mind.

A quick knock at your door shook you from your queasy state.

“There’s no one here” you groaned; the barely audible words nonetheless making your head throb even worse.

The door opened slowly, Nesta’s familiar figure striding into the room unbothered by your comment. She tried to give you a reassuring smile but winced nonetheless when you let out another long whine.

“I would suggest that you train with me to lessen the pain,” she said, “but I rather like the world of the living, so I will abstain.”

“Wise decision.” You groaned. “Anyone who tries to remove me from this room will lose a limb.”

As if in support of your words, another blanket appeared around you. The house understood your pain, at least. The cup of herbal tea on your bedside had kept its perfect temperature all day, and new books appeared at your bedside at regular intervals.

Nesta sighed fondly at your empty threat as she stripped of her leathers. “Hm, no exceptions?” she taunted.

“None.”

“Even when it would help lessen your suffering?”

You looked up from your nest of blankets with narrowed eyes. You wouldn’t put it past Nesta to find some ruse to force you out of bed. “I’m listening.” you mumbled, as she leaned in the doorway leading to the washroom, arms crossed. She had completely stripped down, and you couldn’t help but lowly whistle. Your mate looked stunning despite her workout, her face slightly flushed and her untied hair falling over her shoulders in waves, leading your eyes down to her slim body.

She rolled her eyes at you, but you felt the golden thread between you tugging with love. “Your mate is standing completely bare in front of a running bath,” she said, “I believe you might be able to come to a conclusion yourself.”

Oh. You flushed as you realized, and Nesta smirked, probably sensing the warmth that rushed through you. The idea of standing up though…

“But walking hurts…” you whined again. Truly, you were almost embarrassed at your behavior, but the pain really was that bad.

She pushed off the doorframe and stepped towards you quickly. Before you even realized what was happening, she had scooped you out of the bed and stripped you of your shirt and shorts. You yelped as the fresh air hit your ass as she carried you towards the washroom, kicking the door closed behind the two of you.

She lowered you in a gentler manner, setting you on the edge of the bath. You sighed when she pulled away, your body instinctively searching for more of her comforting warmth, but she returned quickly with a damp cloth. She softly wiped it over your lower body, discarded it and then focused on you again.

You tested the water with a finger and, as always, felt it was the perfect temperature. You stood to step into it, but Nesta swiftly held you up again, pulling your back against her chest and lowering you both into the water without you moving a muscle.

The water enveloped your body and you fully relaxed against your mate, a relieved groan escaping you. “Thank you, my love.” you murmured, raising a hand to run it through her locks. She chuckled, her breath tickling your ears.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now,” she said, “this isn’t all I have planned.”

You nodded absentmindedly, distracted by the relief and the pleasant feeling of her fingers dancing on your skin. Her fingers went lower and lower, innocently caressing your outer thigh, but changed direction to stroke at the apex of your thighs. You startled at the touch and tried to turn around to reciprocate, but Nesta held you firm against her.

“Just enjoy it,” she whispered, “don’t worry about me tonight.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the only thing that came out was a moan as she expertly stroked you. You bucked slightly against her hand, searching for more friction, but her free hand kept you from moving too much. She knew what you liked most, and it didn’t take long for you to reach your peak.

You gasped when her lithe fingers entered you and pressed up at just the right spot. You writhed, begging for your release. She only kept you at the edge for a few moments, softly kissing your neck.

“Come for me.” she finally instructed, nipping at your ear.

Your entire body shook as you moaned loudly, calling Nesta’s name like a prayer. She laughed softly as you settled back, satisfied and completely exhausted.

Maybe your cycle wasn’t all bad after all.

I really am back! This req threw me for a loop because I haven't experienced a period in almost a decade lol but I really enjoyed writing it, it's my first time writing any WLW in general, a first of many i hope.

Banner created by the amazing @saradika!

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 6 months

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Okay so I was messing around on character AI. And I made a kinda hulking monster. Not sure if he's from the past or the future but I have some kind of a backstory

Long story short two minor gods of nature had a powerful son who's a demigod marries an elderly retired Valkyrie and they have a child. Said child is a shape-shifting dragon and she gets with a giant with powerful magic. This eventually leads to the rather laid back being of a monster who's known as 'The Living Apocalypse'

He's very VERY strong and clearly doesn't look like any human or demon not sure how jacked up his face would be. All I put down was 'Aphrodite hates looking at him' oh yeah I also had him being similar in personality to Shiva.

But what I'm trying to say is that I'm wondering how the Gods and the Einherjars would react to him?

Hello my dear, based on what you provided to me I will do my best! I’ll write it in second person to make it easier to read (and write for me).

-Thor- Adores your strength- he loves when you agree to spar with him as you’re the only one who can handle him. He just wishes you weren’t so laid back- he feels that you could do so much if you put your mind to it.

-Zeus- Finds it amusing that you’re so strong but so laid back- he knows for a fact that you’re easily one of the strongest beings in Valhalla, but he’s not worried that you’re going to try anything against his own position of power- you don’t seem the type to go after power like that.

-Poseidon- Finds you irritating- not so much you yourself, but your lazy attitude, you’re so powerful yet you refuse to do anything with that power. He doesn’t care what you look like- only that you’re powerful and yet you do nothing with it.

-Hercules- BRO!!! You and him are such good friends- you will spar with each other then go out drinking- having fun together and just being the best of friends. He respects your choices on what you do, or not do, with your strength as he knows that you’re a good person.

-Shiva- You guys are such good friends- you’re so similar in personality so that is what makes the two of you click so easily- you’re both insanely strong but you both would rather just dance and have fun. But on those rare occasions when you want to fight, Shiva’s always ready to help you burn off some energy.

-Buddha- Snack buddies! Buddha loves your vibe- despite being a demi-god, as you don’t act like other gods- you’re very chill and he enjoys that you piss others off by not using your strength the way others think you should.

-Hades- Hades is a blend of his brothers, he thinks that you should do more with your power and strength, but he does think it’s amusing that you’re so laid-back. Hades doesn’t really care what you do so long as you don’t cause him more paperwork.

-Beelzebub- He’s curious about you but keeps his distance, like he does with everyone else. He wants to study your strength and he also wants to learn why you don’t want to use your strength to it’s full potential- you’re curious and he wants to know more.

-Apollo- He adores you because you’re unapologetically you- you’re so open, not caring about your looks or your strength, as you’re happy the way you are, and he thinks that’s beautiful. He has managed to convince you to come to his spas and get pampered a few times, as he tells you that it’s healthy to pamper yourself occasionally.

-Ares- Just like Hercules this is your BRO! He learned long ago that despite having strength, you chose not to use it, just because you didn’t want to, and he learned that one doesn’t have to fight and be a warrior just because they have strength. Is one of the few people that can handle you in hand-to-hand combat and you always give him a good workout.

-Hermes- Finds you relaxing to be around, you’re very mellow and go with the flow and you try not to let anything get you down. You’re also very intelligent and able to hold deep conversations with Hermes, usually over tea. He doesn’t care what you look like but he will defend you if he feels others are being cruel to you.

-Aphrodite- Don’t come near her, don’t even look in her direction- she doesn’t want your eyes on her, you disgusting monster. You’re just like every other monster in Valhalla- a brute with uncontrollable strength. She refuses to get to know the real you.

-Odin- Like Poseidon he is irritated that you don’t use your strength and power to your advantage, to show others your strength. However, unlike Poseidon he is less vocal about his displeasure with it. He would just like to know what’s going on in your head.

-Loki- Loves to pull harmless pranks on you as you always take the pranks with a grin, complimenting him- it’s hard to find others that won’t try to beat him when he pulls pranks. Likes to use you as a shield when a prank goes bad, hiding behind you- you don’t mind, as you find it amusing.

-Lu Bu- Adores your strength- wants to fight you every single day to test his strength and grow his own. Is a little confused on why you don’t fight like he does, training everyday and challenging strong opponents- you have the power so why not use it?

-Adam- Kept his distance like he does with most gods, but has seen that you are a good person, as you have the strength to bring so many others harm and pain, but you choose not to- finding no joy in it and you prefer to relax and just enjoy the moment.

-Kojiro- You’re so honorable- using your strength on your own terms, not to harm others like he’s seen so many others do. He doesn’t try to convince you to go out and train with him as it’s your life- you’re free to do what you wish, but he won’t turn down a chance to spar with you on the rare occasion. Loves to go out drinking and eating with you- you’re always a riot to be around.

-Jack- You’re so bright- so full of life and joy. He’s not met many others like you, but he finds you warm to be around. You’re a good person and he does enjoy your company, but he is sometimes hesitant to be around you- like he doesn’t deserve to be around someone so bright. You’re more observant than you let on and you seek him out, asking him to spar with you. You’re a really nice person.

-Raiden- Best friends forever! You’re strong but laid back and love to just vibe and have fun? Him too!! He finds you to be a kindred spirit- you’re fun to hang out with and you can drink like a fish, and he finds it hysterical that you’re so strong and you piss so many off for not using it in a worthwhile manner. He loves it when you spar with him because you’re one of the few who can make him work for it.

-QSH- You’re powerful but you don’t use that power? Why? He’s stunned to learn that you don’t use your power to put yourself into a position of power- you use your power when you want to, as you were raised to use your power to never hurt other needlessly. Becomes quick friends with you and enjoys your laid-back vibe, although you feel kind of like a babysitter with him sometimes.

-Nikola- Can he study you?! He wants to know all about you and your power! How much can you lift? How fast are you? What can you do? What can’t you do?! He must know everything!

-Leonidas- You would have been the best Spartan if you would apply yourself- your strength is impressive and if your dedication and drive was similar then there would be no stopping you. He does respect your decision to not use your power on random whims just because you’re powerful.

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obligatoryjauneblog · 7 days

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Mercury always knew he wasn't right in the head. His old man beat it into him that he wasn't like other boys, that he didn't deserve love or kindness and for a time he accepted that.

Until he met the blondie from JNPR.

The first time anyone ever shown him any kindness without some hidden motive was from the blonde and since then, Merc has been "observing" him.

He's memorized Jaune's class schedule, workout routine, when he goes to Vale, and especially with who.

His eyes went from the Arc scion to the others, Nikos, Ren, Valkyrie, Rose and the rest of RWBY. His eyes narrowed when he saw the glances Pyrrha gave Jaune or the ones Jaune gave to the Schnee. His anger peaked when he saw Nikos lay a hand on Jaune's forearm, one word coming to mind.

Mine.

#rwby #jaune arc #mercury black #caduceus #as much as i enjoy crack takes i genuinely dont think theyd be healthy or normal as a couple

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queen--of--shadows · 2 years

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Healing Shadows: Part 6

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader is a gifted surgical healer and water bender. Rhysand needs her help when he finds out about Feyre’s risky pregnancy. Azriel finds out reader is his mate.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 3,035

Notes: I hope you’re enjoying the slow burn 😈

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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Part 6: Solstice

-- 3 weeks later --

Even though your leathers were fur-lined, they did little to keep you warm in the early mornings as winter dragged along. You had spent every day over the past few weeks in the same routine. Cassian would wake you up before dawn while it was still pitch-black outside to train, throwing off your covers and grabbing you under your armpits to pull you out of bed. You met with Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie, the three badass leaders of the Valkyries, along with a few other females from Velaris that joined to train. Nesta and Cassian would lead you through both Illyrian and Valkyrie workouts, and after you would pair up to practice sparring, first hand-to-hand and then with the wooden assortment of weapons. You preferred the daggers, short and deadly, but knew you had to get comfortable using the swords, too. After sparring, Amren would guide you through different waterbending techniques and styles, or as much of what she had found through her ongoing research. You used the combinations Cassian had taught, as well, and day by day, your waterbending became sharper, faster, more dangerous, more lethal. You still hadn’t practiced bloodbending, whether it was because no one offered to be your experiment or because of your protesting, claiming you wanted to perfect waterbending first. You didn’t know or care, glad to be ignoring that aspect of your training.

You also stayed far away from Azriel, always pairing up with Cassian or one of the girls. It didn’t take long before he stopped offering his help. Although Cassian was stronger, Azriel was fast and cunning, and you desperately wanted to learn how he wielded his shadows so that you could use the same techniques in your pursuit of mastering waterbending. But you knew better than to get involved with him in any capacity, even if it was training.

That didn’t stop you from admiring his physique, however; always looking forward to when the sun would creep up above the mountains, casting the roof in a circle of warm golden morning light. Azriel would shamelessly peel off his leathers, sweat glistening down his perfectly rugged body. You tried not to stare, knowing he was keenly aware of every innocent look you tossed his way, but you couldn’t help yourself. You promised you wouldn’t develop feelings for him; you never said anything about appreciating a warrior’s body.

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This morning there was a noticeable difference: you were filling out your leathers, slowly packing on muscle as you became stronger and the workouts became easier. You were up before Cassian could barge in, and were pleasantly surprised as you looked in the mirror. Gone were the sunken hollows of your cheeks and underneath your eyes, now filled with plump, soft skin, glowing from inside with your newfound strength and health. Cassian had emphasized the importance of eating well while training, and you could see the effects of your new diet, evident in the curves of your hips. You hated when he would pile on second and third helpings of food on your plate, but were grateful now as you ran a hand down your side, appreciating the tautness of your torso that smoothed out into the roundness of your hips and bottom. You weren’t one for vanity, but were proud of yourself and admired the strength you felt, not just physically but mentally, too. Slowly your fears of being an outcast were dismantled. With every kick and punch in the ring, your anxieties melted away, all thanks to your new family that welcomed you with open arms and encouraged your rare gift. Winter Solstice was tomorrow, and you wanted to find the perfect gifts for everyone that reflected your gratitude. Pulling on a thick black sweater and soft brown corduroy pants, you made your way downstairs, only to find the House empty. Shit. You were hoping someone would be here to winnow or fly you to town so you could finish shopping, but they were all likely busy running their own last-minute errands.

Ten thousand stairs…

Fuck it. You were sick of feeling like a burden and didn’t mind the extra workout.

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After what seemed like hours and hours of sprinting down the red, glowing stone stairs, you finally made it to the bottom of the House, legs trembling. You took a seat on the last step, stretching out your limbs before making the walk downtown.

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You strolled from shop to shop, each decorated with lights and wreaths and lanterns and ribbons, all in preparation to celebrate. The sun was setting as you made the trek back to the House, your hands full of gift bags: a plush wine-colored scarf with matching gloves for Mor, a set of gold and cream sparkling earrings for Amren, matching cashmere sweaters for Rhys, Feyre and Nyx, adorned with shimmering stars embroidered on the hem, a bottle of whiskey for Cassian engraved with his name, and three sets of smutty books for Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie, all wrapped with a bow. You even got Elain a new pair of gardening gloves as a peace offering. Not that you had done anything wrong.

And Azriel… You had absolutely no idea what to get the Shadowsinger. And didn’t know if it would even be appropriate, wanting to avoid Elain’s possessiveness towards him. But it would be weird if you got gifts for everyone and not him. So, you picked up a tea set, featuring three different kinds of looseleaf flavors wrapped into a beautiful large ceramic mug with his initial. Simple, but considerate.

Remembering it was the High Lady’s birthday tomorrow, you also grabbed extra paints, and would bake her favorite cookies once you got back to the House.

Shit.

You forgot you opted for the endless stairs down, and now had no way of getting back up.

You stopped at the foot of the stairs of the House. Ten thousand steps. It would take you a week to climb up and down with the amount of bags you had. Sitting on the step that you used to rest earlier, you dangled your head on top of your knees in defeat, drawn in now to keep you warm.

The House seemed to beckon and call to you. Come in, it whispered. You looked up at the massive staircase, winding around until you couldn’t see the spiral as it ascended into darkness, up, up, up. Exhaustion hit you hard, and you knew you were stuck.

“Need a hand?”

You jolted back to find Azriel leaning against the entrance to the stairs, wings tucked in tight, hair tousled from the wind.

Cauldron boil me, how the hell did he find me here?

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he grabbed all your bags in one arm, gesturing towards you with the other. “Allow me,” he drawled with a smirk.

“No, thanks. I’ll take the stairs.”

Azriel shook his head with a soft lover’s laugh. Warmth pooled in your core at the sound.

“Did I say something funny?” you seethed, crossing your arms across your chest as the memory of Elain on the roof flashed in your mind.

Azriel didn’t bother responding as he stalked towards you, sliding his free arm around your waist and the other behind your knees as he lifted you in a cradle. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, about to snap at him when-- “Hold tight,” he whispered against your ear. Before you could argue, you shot into the sky faster than you could think. Your heart dropped into your belly as the chill winter air sucked the scream out of your throat and—you were flying. Azriel soared higher and higher, his magnificent membranous wings beating hard, up towards the balcony of the House. His body was warm against yours, hands strong as they gripped your trembling body. Before you knew it, he glided into a soft landing, placing you gently on your feet and dropping the bags. From the House, Velaris was quietly thrumming with excitement as Solstice Eve was fully settled, and Azriel looked beautiful against the backdrop of the sparkling city. He chuckled while you grabbed your bags and muttered your gratitude for the flight, still claiming you would’ve been “perfectly fine taking the stairs.”

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You all gathered in the main sitting room on the first floor, fire crackling in the hearth, wine flowing, laughter echoing throughout the House as everyone opened their gifts.

You left yours in the pile with the rest, each one wrapped and labeled, except Elain’s. You figured it would be better to give her the gloves yourself, offering you an opportunity to strike up a conversation. An avid learner of medicinal plants and their healing properties, you wanted to offer your knowledge, or help with weeding and planting. Everyone was busy in their own discussions, Elain sipping her wine alone on the couch. You grabbed her gift and walked over to her, plastering a smile on your face.

“Happy Solstice, Elain. I got you these gardening gloves. They’re fur-lined, so they’re perfect for the cold.” Elain took the gift gingerly from your hands, but her face remained cold and icy as she said, “Thanks.” You gaped down at her as she tossed the gift to the pile at her feet, focusing back on the wine in her hand.

That’s it?

Taking the hint, you found a seat next to Mor, cringing in embarrassment. Thank Gods no one seemed to notice your interaction.

Or so you thought.

Sitting down next to the blonde who was chattering away about an old memory of her and Rhys and refilling your glass, you locked eyes with Azriel. His face was indecipherable and cold, but you knew he saw your failed attempt at befriending Elain.

You polished off your glass, nudging Mor for a second fill.

Clapping her hands, she squealed, “Okay, who’s ready for Rita’s! We have a High Lady’s birthday to celebrate!”

You were grateful for the distraction. And ready to get drunk.

Mor, grabbing your arm, pulled you in the direction of her room. “Everyone get ready quick, let’s meet back down here in ten.”

After a few minutes of fussing, she was done with her masterpiece. “Take a look,” she beamed as you strode toward the vanity mirror. You bit your lip to hide your smile as you took in the view.

A flowy cornflower blue dress with two thin straps tying the front up behind your neck in a halter fashion, cinching at the waist to accentuate your curves, the hem of the dress flowing along your mid-thighs. Long, dangling gold earrings that brushed your collarbone, deep black kohl lining your sultry eyes, and glossy pink lips. Your hair fell in long thick waves against your back. Turning around and pulling your hair to the front, you gasped at the back of the dress as it crisscrossed twice before revealing the large expanse of your muscled back, showcasing the thin inky Rod of Asclepius tattooed down your spine. “You look beautiful,” Mor said, tying the strings of her pistachio-green dress that matched yours. “It’s not… too much?” you whispered. Her smile, one of wicked delight, was answer enough.

Cassian let out a low whistle as he took your hand, spinning you once in place. “You look…absolutely stunning, Y/N. Quite the upgrade from those leathers, although you’ve been looking ravishing in those lately, too,” he said, winking down at you with a feral grin. You blushed, pushing him away, when you felt the silence become thick in the air. You couldn’t hear his footsteps as he descended, but you didn’t need to; you could feel his daunting presence from a mile away.

Azriel's eyes darkened as he watched his brother twirl you around, but he didn’t say a word as he made his way downstairs. You were glad of it anyways. His shadows were unusually active, swarming around his neck and shoulders, whispering in his ear. A few slithered over to you, wrapping around your legs and wrists as they had once before. You giggled at the sensation before they were pulled away, no doubt Azriel trying to leash and contain them. You could feel his hazel eyes boring into you as you waited for Mor to finish lacing her gold gladiator sandals.

Rhys and Feyre finally came down with Amren, who offered to watch Nyx for the night, suggesting that she was content staying home with the babe instead of “squirming around in that disgusting cesspool you call a nightclub.”

And with that, you were off.

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Mor winnowed you outside Rita’s, Azriel flying in with Elain, Cassian with Nesta, and Rhys and Feyre right behind. You led the way inside, where Emerie and Gwyn were already waiting at the table reserved for the High Lord’s family and friends.

The pounding rhythmic beats and lilting music had you swaying your hips from side to side. Or maybe it was the wine. You didn’t care. The past few weeks had been emotionally and physically draining, and you were ready to let loose and have fun. You deserved it.

Mor grabbed the first round of shots dedicated to you and Feyre. “Happiest birthday to our dearest High Lady. Feyre, to know you is to love you. And to Y/N,” she continued, raising her glass even higher, “the newest member of our home. We don’t know where we would be right now without you both,” she finished, choking on the last few words. Feyre pulled you into a warm embrace, leaning her head against yours as she clinked your glasses together.

Right as you were about to throw your shot back, you locked eyes with a gorgeous redhead, chatting it up with Rhys on the other side of the table. Where did he come from, you thought, as the liquor burned its way down your throat and you licked the bitter sweetness off your lips.

You got yourself and Feyre another round, the cold drink soothing your hoarse throat, now dry from you practically screaming along to the lyrics with your friends.

Mor pulled you up onto the table as her favorite song began blasting and you followed her lead as she danced on you, twirling and shimmying around, singing as she grabbed your face with both hands, so close you could almost kiss her. Rita’s was packed and there were people on every table, mingling and dancing and serenading one another. Servers were veering through the crowd, carrying tray after tray of glowing celebratory shots and colorful drinks. After the song had finished, Nesta pulled you down with a strong slender hand and danced behind you, putting her glass to your lips, and you quickly guzzled down her drink. She wiped away the bit that had spilled out of the corner of your lips with her thumb, licking it off her finger and nuzzling her nose against the crook of your neck. You arched your back, gyrating your hips against hers. Cassian got the next round, handing you a drink with a hypnotized look in his eyes as he watched his mate grind on you from behind, Nesta’s grip firm on your waist. You tossed your head back, relishing in her warmth, as the mysterious redhead friend made his way through the crowd towards you.

Pulling the straw out of his drink and plopping it into yours, he purred, “Hello there, little minx,” before leaning down and taking a long sip from the glass in your hand, never breaking eye contact. His amber and gold eyes were entrancing. You flashed him a wide grin as you felt Nesta push you toward him from behind. “I’m Lucien, and you are?” he crooned, taking your hand in his and kissing the back. Feeling assertive and confident thanks to the many drinks in your system, you pulled him down by the collar. “Y/N,” you breathed into his ear, indulging in the flirtation. A sinful smirk pulled across his mouth.

The music slowed to an intimate beat, and everyone paired off with their significant others: Mor and Emerie, Cassian and Nesta, Rhysand and Feyre. You noticed Azriel and Elain were seated back at the table with Gwyn, but couldn’t bring yourself to care as Lucien replaced Nesta behind you. You swished your hips to the beat, a little more than drunk and grinning wide because you knew it. The air was hot and heavy, pressing down on you from all sides as you closed your eyes, becoming one with the music. Lucien’s sweet, smoky scent enveloped your senses, and you couldn’t stop your hands from reaching up behind you and cupping the back of his neck, gliding your fingers through his silky red hair. Your bodies danced in a fluid rhythm, reminding you of the water that would dance and twirl at your command. Tomorrow, there would be hell to pay in training, but tonight the drinks would keep flowing. The music pulled on you like a puppet on strings, sweat gleaming down your back as you danced and danced, Lucien moving in tune with your body.

You were buzzing with pure joy when you felt Lucien’s deep, sensual laugh against your chest, reverberating in your bones. “Calm down, Shadowsinger. First, you woo my mate. Now you want to steal away this delicious little treat?” he said, a strong hand caressing and gripping your lower back. You looked over your shoulder to find Azriel glaring between you and the male attached to your front. Is he mad? You didn’t care—he had Elain. You practically rolled your eyes as you turned back to Lucien, unable to keep your eyes away from his plush, soft lips. You wanted so badly to step up on your tippy-toes and slam your mouth into his, but before you could, you felt a firm grip on your shoulder that pulled you away from the devastatingly handsome male. “Come on, Y/N, let’s go home. You’re gonna regret that in the morning,” Cassian mumbled and slurred his words in your ear, just as drunk as you were.

The next thing you knew, you were standing at the foot of your bed, collapsing onto the soft silken sheets.

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canopys-well-feared · 11 months

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A Workout with a Valkyrie (Closed RP)

@raunchyremnant

Marie had heard of a local gym that was a pretty nice spot to workout, being very large and having hours where it was mostly empty and roomy, perfect for the pale futa as she didn't need to worry about others eyeing her bulge and she had a wide variety for her workouts. She entered the gym, wearing the typical sports bra and yoga pants, looking around at where to start when she noticed there was one other guest with her.

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cowyolks · 1 year

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It was Summer, Darling (Phillip Graves x Fem!Reader)

Prompt: A soldier lets his love for her tear him apart.

Warnings: torture, heavy angst, brief mention of a sex scene, repetitive text, death, broken promises. Lots of time jumps.

A/n: Reader’s call sign is Val.

It was summer,

He was buried in the pasture. Far from the cramped lots of the city. Here the fresh scent of lilacs and bluebells brushed in the warm breeze. Cooling rains drenched his bones, and while he could no longer breathe, the rich scent of soil engulfed his casket.

He had always said he would take you back home, to the rolling acres of his hometown. It fell as a broken promise, one that you had cursed even in his dying breath.

Now you were at his home, dressed in a pretty satin black. He was quick to praise his hometown, he said he was happiest there. Amongst the charming farms, proud people, and beautiful rolling acres of meadows. You didn’t see it here, however. It was gloomy, rain drizzling to set the mourning mood of his family. The farms were dark on the horizon, the people were weeping, and the meadows were empty of familar warmth.

With a sigh, you dropped your clenched fist, watching the upturned soil fall upon the covered casket.

He was nothing more than a memory now.

He’d met you in the scorching Californian Summer. You’d been enlisted into the notorious Shadow Company by an anonymous tip off.

Your eyes were cold, as they always were. A constant cloud of weeping destruction, as this was all you’ve ever known. Constant war, never ending blood shed.

You were told you’d meet one of the commanding officers in the training room, which is where you were heading with heavy and meaningful footfalls. The plan was simple; put on a show. Command respect. What you hadn’t expected when you arrived was a crowd. All their eyes heavily anticipating a new soldier among ranks. They bore into your frame, attempting to read any information you’d give off.

“Lieutenant.” A low voice spoke over the crowd. He was in a simple tee and shorts, likely trying to escape the sweltering heat. He was young, likely around your age, and not what you were expecting.

“Commander Phillip Graves.” He introduced as he moved closer, the little southern drawl he had escaping his petal lips. He was good looking, his face unblemished and cleanly shaven, hair a soft color of straw, and eyes like a calm eye before a hurricane. His handshake was firm, his hands calloused and warm as they clutched around your surprisingly soft ones.

You introduced yourself, falling in step beside him as he went back to what he was doing, two shadows brawled in a ring, both breathing heavy gusts. “Come on Diggs, you’ve got more in you than that.” His voice was like a buzz, and your eyes almost softened at just how much his Shadows seemed to look up to him.

“You gotta call sign, Lieutenant?” You remember him asking, a ghost of a smirk crosses over your face.

“Everyone calls me Val.”

“As in Valkyrie?” A shadow asked from around the mat, turning their eyes to you.

“No. Got it my first year as a Lieutenant, stands for Very Angry Lieutenant.” You informed, watching the amusement flicker in Graves’ eyes before he stepped forward on the mat. The soldiers all gave knowing looks as they glanced towards you.

“Well Val, per honorary tradition, we gotta see what your made of. Helps us decide if you get the soft cot or the hard one, last in line for dinner or first. You get the gist.” Graves’ voice was cocky.

You were definitely not dressed in workout clothes, but that didn’t stop you from stepping forward, widening your stance in front of your superior officer.

He was a good fighter, one that fought with blows like earthquakes and jabs that stung like viper venom. Yet, he wasn’t as quick as you, and it amused you that he protected his face more than the rest of him. His pretty boy face.

All the shadows would say he lost that battle, even though he had pinned you to the mat after a tough fight. He had a blue and purple shiner for weeks, ruining his perfect face. It amused you, but he seemed to take it like a champ.

He cracked jokes about it from time to time over your years together. “She knocked me so hard I fell for her.” He’d always say to his shadows.

It was something foreign to you. To have someone shamelessly flirt and express interest.

He’d admitted his feelings in the Scorching Californian Summer.

You were battered and torn, ripped of your cold structure as you limped across the open camp.

The choppers had discarded the wounded, their bodies just as tired and weak as yours. But you were a leader, and you didn’t bow to the temptation of exhaustion. Besides, you had to find him.

Blood was crusted under your nails, reminding you of just how close the call had been. You’d been the one to command this mission, and it was your fault that so many shadows had been snuffed out like flimsy candle wicks. You thought it would be better to split up, but now, as you met his eyes, you realized just how truly idiotic that decision was.

Your shoulders slouched when you dropped to your knees in front of his cot. He was nursing a bleeding gash to his side, likely from a stray bullet from the ambush. His usual tan skin was pale as a gentle smile spread onto his lips.

“Hey darlin’,” his voice was uncharacteristically soft, something that made your dams break and caused angry tears to track down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry. So sorry.” You choked out against your closing throat. You studied his face, braving a glance down to his cheek, where a deep gash cut against the flesh. It would likely scar.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He insisted, attempting to sit up against the worn cot, but he let out a pained noise at the flex in his side. “You couldn’t have known. And look at how many of us you managed to save, huh?” He settled back down against the cot, his teeth clenched together.

“Hundreds of them are dead, Graves.” You retaliated, your eyes not leaving his stitched wound. Yet your eyesight shifted as his fingertips guided to under your chin, shifting inches to look him in the eyes. “The explosives were recovered. Our squadron is still strong.”

His hand moved to your cheeks, brushing away the salty remains of shedded tears and sweat. “And I’ve still got the best damn partner in the world.”

At his insistence, the heavy storm clouds of your mind reduced to a calm overcast. A brief upturn of your lips told him all he needed to know. “There’s my girl.”

“You’re so looped on pain meds right now.” You teased, exhaustion replacing the adrenaline. He didn’t know what he was saying, and at the time, neither did you.

“I can’t lose you.” You had pleaded as your hand wrapped around his fingers.

“You won’t.” He had lied.

He’d made love to you in the scorching Californian Summer.

You’d both had some free time from the constant leading and organizing of the Shadow Company. You had a couple days to relax, which was impossibly rare on its own, and even more rare that Graves was there with you.

He’d lease an apartment on the San Diego coast, far from prying ears and seeing eyes. It was gorgeous there, with fluttering palms and white sands.

A little slice of heaven.

Yet nothing was as euphoric as his searing lips upon your bare skin.

The cool air conditioning did little to diminish the heat you were feeling, and the two of you only made the air hotter as he laid everything out in front of you.

He’d kissed your lips until they were swollen, and worshiped your body like a man who had just seen his God.

He didn’t care that salt still remained on your lips from the ocean’s waves. He didn’t care that your many scars littered your body like a demented painting. He didn’t even care to breathe as he swallowed your pleasured moans in his own ecstasy.

He’d claim you as his, just as you’d leave the lasting and black mark on his heart. And you’d never be the same again.

You’d watch the waves in his arms, admiring the constant and repetitive pushing of the seas on the sands. Wishing that your love could be as eternal as the water hitting the shores.

He was your salvation in the Scorching Californian Summer.

It had been a month, and while you had been through vicious torture before, it never really became easier.

It was a scout mission in the Russian backcountry, scouting had always been something you were exceptionally great at. But this time, there was a tip off.

You’d gotten your shadows to safety, that was the main concern. Graves always voiced his concerns of your selflessness. “You’ll get yourself killed one day, Val. And I’ll pull you out of hell myself.”

You’d stepped into the line of fire, offering yourself as leverage. Who were they to refuse the second in command? They’d brought you into the freezing gulag, roughing you around the edges that left your body nothing more than a shell.

Over the month they cut you, they tore you, they shredded you of who you were. The hope you had was squashed, and your soul was tired.

It was winter there when he’d found you.

You never remembered much after meeting his eyes, knowing somehow you’d now be safe.

He always refused to mention much about that day. He was kind to you after, doting on your wounds and being your crutch as you healed. But something was wrong, terribly wrong.

His eyes that were once the calm of the storm now raged. His body was a taut wire, ready to snap back on oblivious fingers.

“Is everything okay?” You had asked him after several months of your recovery. At long last you’d be shortly returning to your position, no longer bound to the summer home Phillip and you had shared. It was refreshing, to spend some valuable time with the man you had fallen for, but the more he stayed, glued to your side, the more he itched.

“M’fine, Val.” His response was cold, something unlike him. Especially when it came to you. “You don’t seem fine.” You had watched him, watched how his mannerism had shifted.

He’d hardly touch you anymore, rarely spending time on the sandy beach as you used to. He locked himself in his office for long periods of times, speaking lowly in a voice you couldn’t hear.

He was a stranger you loved. And it had hurt more than the constant torture in the gulag.

“It’s just, you’ll be back in the field again. We’ve got our first big gig together in Las Almas. I’m terrified.” He admitted, pulling you into his arms as he held you. You didn’t want to move away, regardless of your mind screaming at you that something was off.

“Don’t be. You’ll be with me every step of the way. Right?” You reassured, shifting in his arms, breathing in his fresh scent of pine needles and gentle patchouli.

“Right.” He lied again.

You’d made love again that night, this time against the steady patter of raindrops. Looking back, it was like the sky was warning you, he touched you as if you were already dead. A mourning of what you could have been. this wasn’t summer.

You should have prepared yourself for the worst. That much was obvious.

He broke you in the Summer.

Your body torn from your heart as you decided to do what was right. You had been the one to fight him, moving his rifle out of the way to protect the Task Force.

He’d betrayed them, but most importantly he had betrayed you.

Everything the two of you had built up, now broken down to resemble ruins.

He’d gotten himself burned, and while you had fought against him, you couldn’t find it in yourself to follow the team to kill him. They were cautious of course, how could they not? They saw how Graves acted around you, his eye watchful on missions, he did seem a bit too quick to come to your defense after Hassan had threatened you.

So they did what they thought was right; cuff you to the desk. You had let salty tears fall from your cheeks as you waited in that warehouse. Waited to hear if Graves was finally dead.

They treaded careful water when the team returned. That alone was enough for you to hang your head.

Graves was dead.

It was the Scot who had pulled you to the side, after pulling the cuffs from your sore wrists. Soap was cautious, but he fished into his pocket, pulling out a charred velvet box that somehow was not completely destroyed.

“This was in his pocket,” he spoke before leaving you alone.

Your hands shook around the box, breaking it open slightly to reveal a beautifully crafted gold ring, cut and molded perfectly to the size of your finger. Inside, a little note peaked from the corner, carefully you unfolded the paper.

I’d known I’d marry her since the first time I laid eyes on her. Life’s been rough to us over this year, I haven’t been the same since I rescued her in Russia. It made me realize something.

I don’t want to be a soldier anymore.

After everything, i’m scared. I have too much to lose. You’ve weakened me, honey. Now I want more, I want to be with her. I want to take her to my hometown and raise little ones that look like their mother.

So after this mission I want out as soon as possible. I’d do anything for her, even if this means she’ll side against me. So I hope, that she will say yes, so I can throw this damn paper away and never have to show her. So she can forgive me, after all I’ve done.

Because with her, it’s summer. Always and eternally summer.

#cod #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #soap mactavish #phillip graves #commander graves #Phillip graves x reader

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Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart Part II - Gwynriel One-Shot

Hey hoooo! This is long and smutty and such fun to write lol.

Warnings: swearing, massages, fingering, oral (f receiving)

Word count: 5.6k

It’s funny how slow the mind works when you’ve just awoken it from a deep rest. Gwyn noticed the white light creeping through the curtains first, little pieces of dust dancing in the brightness. Then she noticed the heavenly feeling of warmth surrounding her body from all sides, the softness of the sheets against her skin. It made her want to never get up.

Reality started to set in a few seconds after that wishful thinking. Training, breakfast, her work in the library. And no Azriel beside her to make her morning just that little bit more magical.

With a loud, annoyed sigh, Gwyn detangled herself from the sheets and started her morning routine. It was weird how everything about the routine, and everything in the room, reminded her of Azriel. Usually, he’d have given her her hundredth kiss by now. He’d be utterly unhelpful when she tried to dress in her leathers, complaining about how he’d much rather train her in private, with less restrictive clothing. He’d sit with her in silent contemplation while she practiced a bit of mind-stilling, sometimes even doing it with her.

As Gwyn made her way outside to the roof of the house of wind, another unusual scene reminded her of his absence. Only one Illyrian warrior prepared for their class in the training ring, huffing and puffing as he lifted bits of heavy weaponry and obstacles into their respective places.

Gwyn never thought of herself as someone who would grumble and complain when their significant other was gone for a while, but noticing all the ways he should be in her life at this moment made her want to share it with him even more.

“Good morning. What’s with the face?”, Nesta came up from behind her, briefly hugging her to her side. She looked gorgeous as always, her hair tied neatly into a ponytail, the tight leathers flattering her every curve.

“Morning. I’m just watching Cassian and contemplating how painful of a death we will die today.”, the white lie tasted sour in her mouth. She wanted to tell Nesta, but at the same time felt a bit weak admitting that she missed her boyfriend. She was a Valkyrie, for the Mother’s sake, winner of the Blood Rite. Was it normal to be so attuned to another person?

Nesta observed her for a bit, her eyes narrowed slightly. “If you say so.”

Gwyn was luckily saved from the conversation as more and more Valkyries and priestesses arrived in the ring, chatting amongst themselves and making their way towards Cassian.

“We should get going.”, Gwyn murmured and started moving without waiting for Nesta.

The training was truly as hard as it looked. Cassian led the big group of females through a warm-up that might as well be considered a full workout, before they moved on to strength training. A minute never felt longer than when you had to spend it in a plank position, with a heavy rock pressing you down from your back. Honestly, maintaining her energy was a lot harder when she didn’t have that little extra motivation she usually got from showing off to Azriel.

During their little break Gwyn practically inhaled her water, Nesta and Emerie flanking her and looking no better.

“You’d think you did a good joy wearing the man out every night. But Illyrian bodies are no joke.”, Emerie grumbled towards Nesta with an accusatory stare.

Nesta just snorted, the gesture slightly less dismissive and cool when done during heavy inhales of breath. “I clearly do too much of the work.”

“Okay, Ladies, gather around!”, Cassian shouted from the middle of the ring, motioning the tired females into action.

Gwyn looked at Nesta over her shoulder, agreeing with the evaluation of her sex life. “Clearly.”

Another hour spent on conditioning with a practice sword tied to their back and Gwyn was well and truly exhausted. It had helped her mind a bit, though, her concentration now clearer than before. She was ready to tackle her work for the day when a deep voice shouted her name.

“Hey, Gwynie!”

That was Cassian, jogging towards her as she had already been on her way to the stairs.

“Do you have a minute?”, he came to a stand next to her, aggravatingly looking just as relaxed as before training, even though he joined in during most of the exercises.

“Sure.”, Gwyn shot him a smile, immediately perking up a bit. If Cassian wanted to talk to her, it was usually about Nesta or Azriel. Gwyn prayed to the Mother that he had news.

“I’ve received a note from Az this morning.”, he started. Gwyn’s next exhale was one of pure relief. Her Shadowsinger was alive and well. Her day already looked ten times brighter. “He said that he’ll wrap up his work within the next week. There has been a minor complication, but nothing he couldn’t handle. He said to expect him back around Saturday.”

Saturday. It was only Monday and the male had been gone for a good two weeks. Which was extra hard on the nerves if you knew he is in potentially dangerous situations daily.

Gwyn nodded. “Thanks for telling me. I’ve been a bit worried.”

Cassian flashed her his easy, gentle smile. “I’ve been worried, too. I swear the bastard forgets to message me on purpose. He’s only doing it more regularly now because the message is meant for you as well.”

“You know me, always eager to help.”, the priestess tried to joke, but the line of worry didn’t move from her face. Cassian noticed too.

“He also said to tell you that he misses you and he will hurry.” Cassian had always been the gentle giant, way too attuned to emotions for his brutal looks.

Gwyn pressed her lips together to keep them from trembling a bit. What was wrong with her?

“You know, its normal to miss your partner during times like this.”, he said carefully. Gwyn cursed herself silently for letting that much of her misery slip onto her face. “When Nesta was taken from me during the Rite I was beside myself. Nearly mad from the need to be with her. I know Az didn’t enter a Rite, and you two aren’t mated. But what he does isn’t exactly a picknick in a park either.”

It felt good for Gwyn to hear that. If even Cassian’s emotions depended heavily on Nesta’s presence and her well-being, then maybe her own yearning was more normal than she thought.

It made going through the day a bit easier. Not just this day, but the rest of the week as well. She trained hard, ate her breakfast in calming silence, then ventured down into the heart of the house to begin her day under Merrill’s strict supervision. Manuscript after manuscript went by her and if it weren’t for the big clock announcing the end of the work day, she’d have probably worked through the night. Only during dusk services she snapped out of her trance. The Mother deserved her whole attention, after all. And weirdly, it made her feel more connected to Az as well. He sometimes joined the service, if he found time in his busy schedule, and nothing made Gwyn happier then when he sang the traditional hymns with everyone.

After her Friday service, Gwyn found her way to her and Azriel’s bedroom, legs feeling like lead, head like jelly. It had been a tough week, and the priestess was glad it came to an end. She reminded herself that, also, there was only one more sleep before her love will be with her again. The thought brought a smile to her face that felt a bit foreign, like the muscles usually used for it left with Azriel.

She didn’t even notice him, so engrossed in her own world. But to be fair, he had a way of hiding in the dark.

“I sincerely hope it was the thought of me that brought that beautiful smile to your face.”

Gwyn stopped dead in her tracks. How did she not see him? The hallway was dark, yes, but for a girl that barely had anything else on her mind than him, it was a bit embarrassing.

Azriel was leaning against the wall leading to the corridor of their room, surprisingly not looking like he just came back from a mission. His hair looked freshly washed and soft, siphons and leathers discarded for some more comfortable cotton clothes. He appeared to be exhausted though, the dark under his eyes mirroring his dancing Shadows.

Gwyn couldn’t believe her eyes as she drank him in like she’d never seen him before. Mother, did he get more handsome? With a few quick steps she stood before him, flinging her arms around his neck and finally – finally – feeling his lips against hers. Azriel met her halfway, clearly just as eager to have her in his arms again. His wings folded around her, too, cocooning her in the feel of her Shadowsinger.

“I’ve misses you so much.”, she whispered against his chest when their lips parted, way too happy to see him again to remove herself from his form.

“I’ve missed you more.”, he laughed, pressing a gentle kiss on top of her head. “I’ve never flown so fast in my life. Or took bigger leaps when Shadowtravelling. You truly inspire me to be better.”

He smiled down at her, his eyes glowing with love and happiness. Gwyn probably looked the same – just hopefully less exhausted.

Her fingers lightly roamed over his face, feeling the tightness in his jaw, the hollow of his cheek. “You need to rest, Az. Have you eaten?”

Azriel shook his head. “I’ve come straight here, made myself presentable again and then waited. My body needed to see you more than it needed food.”

Gwyn narrowed her eyes at him, unsure if he was joking or not. His face stayed in that serious, relaxed state. “More than food? You have weird priorities, Shadowsinger.”

He angled his head to the side, his brows jumping up slightly. “If you had yourself as a girlfriend, you’d consider yourself a top priority as well.”

“Mhh, I might.”, Gwyn said in a fake-cocky voice, “I would also consider myself Queen of the World, and I would bring myself chocolate daily to stay in my good graces.”

She took his hand while talking, leading him to their room.

“Then, I’d give myself nice, long back massages, treat myself to a new book every week… actually, make that two.”

Azriel shook his head in disbelief. “Should I start taking notes, Berdara?”

“You should.”, Gwyn stated matter-of-fact, hand already on the doorknob of their room, “I mean, surprising your girlfriend in coming home earlier is pretty good, too. But you could really level up by listening…”

Her voice trailed off as she took in the room that opened in front of her. Azriel had been taking notes, it seemed. And he was damn efficient at putting them into action.

The whole room was lit up by candles, curtains and windows open to let in the quiet, warm night. On her bedside table stood a vase of white roses, and – Mother – a box of her favorite caramel chocolates. If you looked up the definition of ‘romance’ in the library, this exact picture will be found.

“Good enough, priestess?”, Azriel asked from behind her, voice dry from sarcasm and satisfaction. “Must be, if it managed to shock you into silence.”

Note taking her ass. That male could write a whole book about giving Gwyn princess treatment, it seemed.

“Az.”, her voice should have come out strong and excited. Instead, it cracked, her eyes burning already from the pent-up emotion inside her. She must have done something very right in her past life to deserve someone like him.

“It’s my way to apologize for being gone so long.”, he said, coming up beside her to squeeze her hand in his. “I know it’s not going to magic away what I do, and me having to travel. But I hope it makes up for it a little.”

He placed a revered kiss on her knuckles. Gwyn still tried to process the beauty of the room, the thoughtfulness of her partner. “Az, you don’t need to apologize. I’ve known what you do since before we started being together. I’m just happy you are home safe.”

They found each other in a tight embrace again. Gwyn felt Azriel’s heart beat steadily in his chest, his Shadows and his hands taking turns in caressing her back. This was worth the time spent apart, she thought. Gwyn could have stayed like this forever, never tiring of the feel of his body against her or his smell surrounding her. But Azriel seemed to have plans.

“Remember when you said you’d give yourself massages?”, he murmured, gently pushing her away and towards the bed. Gwyn nodded with a grin on her face. She was going to have the time of her life. What was better than feeling Azriel’s hands on her bare back?

“I’d be happy to comply, under one condition.”, Az continued.

“And what would that be?”

“You’d have to be naked.”, he couldn’t help that one stubborn corner of his mouth lifting as he said that. Gwyn just raised her brows, sitting down on the edge of the bed to fake deep contemplation. She would strip the second he told her to, but there was no rule stating she can’t toy with him first.

“Why would I do that?”, she asked in a borderline innocent voice.

“It would be beneficial for the message, since I’d be able to reach more places.”, Azriel stated, slowly kneeling before her and reaching for her shoes. He untied one of the light slippers before sliding it off her foot, then grabbing the other. “Also, you’d not get too warm. We don’t want you overheating so early on in the evening.” Her other shoe slid off her foot, and Azriel brough his lips to the arch of it. The kiss felt like the flutter of a butterfly and sent little sparks all the way up her leg. “And lastly, you’re going to do it, because I told you so.”

His forearms came up to the bed, framing Gwyn’s hips and trapping her before him. The husky tone of his voice sent more shivers dancing on her skin. “So, do you want to get more of your sass out now, or are you going to be good for me?”

Gwyn could have sworn her heart skipped for a second. She didn’t take her eyes off Azriel as the reality of what he just said set in. This was different, more assertive than the last time they were intimate. And even though her brain didn’t comprehend yet, her body was already reacting.

“I’ll be good.”, she said, voice raspy.

Azriel nodded along, like this was the only response he accepts anyways, and made room for her to relieve herself of her clothing.

Gwyn stripped down slowly, taking her time to regain some of her senses and, in all honesty, to break through Azriel’s calm. It wasn’t fair that she felt all these feeling, while he looked like he is just about to take a stroll in the park.

Mind you, that calm façade of his started crumbling as soon as the last piece of Gwyn’s clothing hit the floor. The Shadowsinger thought that he’ll never get used to this view. It was what he had dreamt of every night he spent in the human lands, it centered him everytime he encountered a problem. Gwyn’s beauty was ethereal, unmatched by anything he has seen before. He already yearned to let his rough hand slide around her waist, to feel her soft thighs and the piece of heaven that lay between them.

“Go lie on the bed, my love. Face down.”, he said, trying to regain his previous aloofness. He had been dominant in bed frequently, and enthusiastically, but Gwyn had a way to make him want to bend over backwards for her.

He admired the way her lean muscle moved as she crawled on the bed, had to suppress a groan when her naked backside came into perfect view. Fuck, he wanted to devour her. But he if he was a master of one thing, it would have to be patience.

Azriel went to collect the oils he’d use for the massage while Gwyn got comfortable, burying her face in a soft pillow. He got settled on the side of her body, pouring the oil on his hands and warming it up between them. When he placed his palms on her bare back, Gwyn signed.

His hands were warm and heavy, languidly moving up and down her spine to spread the oil evenly. The years of handling weapons clearly paid off in moments like this. Azriel found the perfect pressure and began working on her shoulders before travelling down to her sides and her lower back. Gwyn’s body began to feel like a feather after a while, so light and relaxed she never wanted to move again in fear of losing that sensation. The Shadowsinger was thorough, working out all the knots and returning to the places she loved most over and over again. She almost drifted to sleep, almost forgot the throbbing in her core as it dulled to a manageable tingle.

Until Azriel’s hands found the backs of her thighs. New oil was applied generously, and then Gwyn was caught in the weird state between being very relaxed, and very on edge.

His thumbs just sometimes seemed to find their way to the underside of her butt, then slipping towards the inside as if by accident. But the frequency of that happening told her that it was anything but an accident. After a few minutes of that torture, Gwyn began squirming, trying to move at exactly the right time to make his hands slip even more, to the place she needed him.

“Relax, love.”, Azriel murmured from above.

Gwyn almost wanted to laugh. Relaxing was now furthest from her mind. All she needed was his finger on her clit, or inside her, or preferably both at the same time. She tried telling him as much. “Azriel, please.”

She lifted her butt up just slightly, hoping he’d get the hint. Instead, both of his hand vanished from her body.

Gwyn cursed herself for her eagerness. If she learned one thing from spending so much time with the Shadowsinger, it was that you shouldn’t hurry him.

What she didn’t know was that Azriel’s mind was already in a hurry, driven not only from Gwyn’s heavenly scent and clear impatience, but more urgently from his own desire. Moving his fingers anywhere but on or in her was a form of torture he had discovered only now. And it hasn’t only been torture for his priestess.

Snatching a smaller pillow from the head of the bed, he grabbed Gwyn’s hips with his other hand to place the cushion underneath her. “Still comfortable?”

Gwyn let out a weak noise that sounded affirmative enough, and Azriel couldn’t help grinning at the way she already was puddy in his hands. And he didn’t even start the main event yet.

With her butt perched upwards and legs spread slightly, her core was perfectly exposed. He slid his oiled thumb down her folds, not using enough pressure to part them fully, but the feeling made Gwyn release a breathy exhale nonetheless. The lavender oil already started mixing with the wetness flowing out of her.

Azriel palmed himself with his other hand, patience wearing thin. He was so hard beneath his cotton trousers that only the slightest touch of Gwyn’s hands would make him burst. But that wasn’t on the plan for today, so a bit of pressure relief from himself would have to do. The entirety of his focus was set on her core, making her come and scream in pleasure.

This thumb started to move idly up and down her pussy, slowly starting to sink deeper into her slit. The heat and moisture were unbelievable to him. It filled him with a sense of pride that he was responsible for her reaction, and that all fears and inhibitions seemingly flew out of the window. Gwyn whimpered so beautifully that he pressed his thumb down with a little more pressure now, circling her clit whenever he was on his way down, slightly dipping inside her when he came back up.

He could have done it for hours, mesmerized by the pink of her flesh and her noises. But he also knew that she was probably at the brink of an orgasm by now, her hands clawed into the sheet and brows furrowed in pleasure.

“You’ve been so patient for me. Do you want to come, love?”, he asked her with a gravely voice. Gwyn wanted to claw at him, scream at him. Yes, a hundred times yes! But she had the feeling that sassiness wouldn’t get her anywhere tonight. So instead, she assumed her best pleading voice – which wasn’t a hard feat to achieve at this point – and begged.

“Yes, please, Azriel.”

“Mh.”, Az drawled out behind her, resuming his pattern of movement. “I’ll give you a minute to do so. One second after and you’ll have to do more than begging.”

Gwyn didn’t completely register his answer before he plunged two fingers into her heat while his other finger remained firmly pressed on her clit. He fucked her with an almost brutal pace, meeting no resistance whatsoever from her body. Gwyn was glad for it, thankful he didn’t slowly ease himself in. After only a few pumps of his fingers and another swirl around her clit, she came completely undone beneath him.

“Fuck, Gwyn,” Azriel ground out. She could only assume that he felt her come with his fingers still knuckle-deep inside her and enjoyed it nearly as much as she did. “That’s it, love. Good fucking girl.”

He gave her maybe a minute to recuperate, barely enough time to get her breathing back to normal, to regain feeling in her legs. She felt the pillow being snatched from underneath her, felt her hip and then her whole body being turned on the soft sheets. With freshly regained focus, Gwyn looked up and saw a grin on Azriel that promised nothing but mischief. He lowered himself to hover above her, pupils dilated so wide no amber could be seen in his eyes.

With a soft brush of his nose against hers, he whispered, “What do you say?”

“Thank you.”, her voice was barely more than a whisper, too.

“Mhh”. The rest of his hum was swallowed by Gwyn’s lips, vibrating along the edges as he kissed her deeply.

Gwyn felt as if drunk. Floating in her own body, warm and fuzzy, and weirdly confident. Even though she gave up all her power, yielded to him, she felt free. And if the past minutes made her realize something, it was that she loved being good for him.

Azriel was the first to break the kiss, climbing off the bed and pulling Gwyn with him. The way she looked up to him with wide doe-eyes, the teal of her irises vibrant against the flush of her cheek, it made Az nearly feral with the need to have her. His damned Illyrian heritage was making his blood boil beneath the surface, all senses attuned to nothing but Gwyn. If there would have been an intruder in the House, he wouldn’t have noticed. A war could break out right outside their window and he’d see and hear nothing but her. Taste was the only thing missing from his life.

“Stand.”, he rasped out, trying to balance her wobbly legs, “Lean against the bedframe when it’s difficult.”

Gwyn nodded, her now messy hair bouncing with the movement. She reached for the seam of his shirt, desperate to feel him too, grazing her fingers along the warm patch of skin she found. But Azriel snatched her hands away, an almost violent jerk going through him. He raised her hands above her head, pinning them to the wood of the bedframe. “Don’t do that again, or I’m going to embarrass us both.”

Gwyn was disappointed. All she wanted was to feel his skin against hers. “Can you at least take you shirt off, please?”

Azriel was in a dilemma now. If he was meant to be completely dominant, a request like that would have fallen on deaf ears, or it would have led to a punishment. But he also wanted her to feel the best she possibly could. Him being fully dressed while she was completely naked had a dynamic of power in and of itself. What if she felt insecure? His inner monologue was interrupted by Gwyn.

“Azriel.”, was the one and only thing she said, her voice so full of gentleness and plea. And that one word was enough to command him. He reached for his shirt, yanking it off and then falling back into his position of pinning Gwyn against the frame.

Gwyn didn’t think she could feel more attracted to the male than when he made her come, or when he kissed her with his remarkable gentleness. But as inches upon inches of bronze and inked skin revealed itself before her, her knees nearly gave out for the second time that night. Azriel was sculpted by the Gods and she’d accept no other assessment.

His hand came to grab her jaw, molding itself against the curve of her neck. “What I need you do to now, is stay very, very still. One move of your hips and I’ll stop.”

“What is going to happen?”, she didn’t want to ask the question, but a little surge of panic due to the uncertainty made her do it.

Her Shadowsinger just smiled, this one more loving than the predatorial grin from before, and parted her lips with his tongue. He grazed the roof of her mouth, languidly stroking her own tongue until he withdrew with a quick peck to her lips.

And Gwyn understood what exactly was about to happen.

Azriel began kissing his way down, first paying attention to her neck and collarbones. His hands found her breasts, kneading them firmly and pinching her nipple inbetween his fingers. The sting of hurt was quickly replaced though, as his mouth latched onto one of her buds, gently flicking it with his tongue. Gwyn tried her hardest to stay still, like he told her to. But if this was already making her squirm, she doubted she could muster the discipline for when his wicked mouth met her core.

More and more soft kisses travelled down her breasts and stomach. When his mouth reached the bone of her hip, he started licking. Gwyn swore she felt that movement elsewhere and barely suppressed a whimper. But Azriel wasn’t in a hurry, caressing every inch of skin with his mouth and fingers that came before the place she wanted to have him most.

Until finally, he settled further down, now fully kneeling before her.

His tongue found the topmost part of her slit first, the lick slowly morphing into a kiss. Gwyn stood unnaturally still, both her hand grasping the bedframe to steady herself. She’d never let someone come so close to the most intimate part of her.

Azriel continued his warm kisses down her slit as far as he could reach, not yet parting her folds. His hands stroked up and down her hips in a soothing manner. But she didn’t know if it was meant to soothe her or him. The Shadowsinger seemed to tremble before her, or maybe she didn’t see correctly.

“Good?” The voice that came out of Azriel’s mouth sounded different, lower and more strained than usual. Gwyn looked down at his intense eyes and gave a slight nod.

That was all he needed before he spat out a word in Illyrian that sounded suspiciously like a curse, and then parted the folds of her core with his tongue. The noise that escaped Gwyn was low-key a cry, but she didn’t care as his mouth moved directly on her flesh now, caressing every inch of skin he could find. To experience someone’s tongue on your core was a wild feeling. You opened the most vulnerable part of yourself, presented yourself in plain sight in the hopes that your partner showed you care and pleasure.

Azriel understood that. He licked her carefully first, the wetness from her previous orgasm helping him glide over her pussy. Up and down and up and down, until his whole being was consumed by the taste of her. He narrowed in on her clit when he felt her fingers tangle in his hair for purchase. Stiffening his tongue, he dove under the little hood that separated him from her most sensitive spot and gently moved it in a circle.

Gwyn’s chest heaved from the intensity of feeling. She always thought that males licked their partners just for some kind of gain, maybe for them to reciprocate the action, or as a treat on a special occasion. The books she read presented a different sentiment, but she never really expected real males to service their partner like that.

She should have known that Azriel wouldn’t disappoint. Gwyn could tell he cherished every stroke of his tongue against her from the way he closed his eyes in pleasure and his fingers digging into her hips almost too harshly. His kisses her pussy reverently, his tongue rubbing with just the right pressure in just the right spot.

After a few of the best minutes of Gwyn’s life, Azriel stopped his movements and rested his head on her inner thigh. “Love, forget what I said earlier. I want you to move on me.”

Gwyn looked at him in shock. This wasn’t what they agreed on.

“It will be easy. I promise. I’ll help you. Just tilt your hip in a way that feels good.”, he reassured her, his hand grabbing her waist.

“But I might suffocate you.”, she rasped, her voice not used to talking after all the moans.

Azriel grinned. “That’s exactly what I’m hoping for, Berdara.”

And with the most flirty wink, he buried his tongue in her pussy again. His hand now grabbed one of her legs to lift it and place it over his shoulder.

Gwyn barely moved an inch as she tried to tilt her hips for the first time, like Azriel suggested. It wasn’t as hard as she thought it would, standing on one leg. But since she had the bed and Azriel to hold onto, they gave her some leverage. But her Shadowsinger grew impatient quickly. He put pressure on her lower back, forcing her to move quicker and purposeful.

“Gwyn, fuck yourself on my tongue, please.”

The wave of pleasure following his words was something entirely new again. This time, it brought a sense of power with it. She didn’t know when and how they switched their roles for Azriel to be the one to beg, but something about his desperation made her move.

Gwyn rode the Shadowsinger’s tongue with rhythmic rolls of her hips, his tongue hitting her clit every time. Her fingers clawed themselves into his hair, holding his face in place to use it as she saw fit. The orgasm that forced its way through her came completely out of the blue, or maybe it had been lurking from the very first touch of his mouth. With a sharp cry, her hips stuttering, she released on Azriel’s tongue.

It was intense and longer than the one before. When Azriel released her leg, she slowly slid down the bedframe, catching her breath in the process. The Shadowsinger pulled her in a tight embrace the second she came close, nestling her into his lap on the floor.

“Az, I don’t have words.”, she told him after a while. Her entire mental lexicon of synonyms for ‘earthshattering’ wasn’t enough for what she felt. Azriel released a hoarse laugh in answer.

“Who needs words if we can just do it again.”

Gwyn looked up from his chest, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Judging by the expression of his face, he didn’t.

“Shadowsinger, if I come one more time I’ll turn into a puddle and you have to mop up my remains. Is that how you want to end the night?”, she asked.

Azriel, Mother bless him, actually looked disappointed. “I guess not.”

They sat like that for a while, Azriel’s hands idly stroking up and down Gwyn’s back. It was a testament to the intensity of the night that she took an embarrassing amount of time to notice the hardness that pressed into her side.

Shame flooded Gwyn like never before. There she was, blissfully relaxed from two orgasms, a back massage and gentle rubs, while her exhausted Shadowsinger suffered in silence.

“Az, would you like me to take care of you now?”, she asked, pressing a light kiss to his cheek with the question. The thought of pleasuring him made her equal parts nervous and excited.

“Mh?”, Azriel seemed to need a second to figure out what she was referring to. “Oh, no need. I’m going to calm down in a minute.”

Gwyn was just about to take the way-out he offered when her eyes fell back to the room he had prepared. The candles still flickering away, the roses perched on the bedside table, the deepest love she ever had cradling her safely in his lap.

An unusual sense of peace settled over her as she whispered, with a smile playing on her lips, “It don’t want you to calm down.”

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