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Stockholm Syndrome[***] (Azriel)

Synopsis: you’ve no clue how long you’ve been in his possession, but you’ve lost the will to care. He’s long since whipped your desire to escape into submission—content to keep you kneeling happily at his feet.

A/N: I might be considering writing a sequel to the sequel.

Warnings: bdsm themes, kidnapping, sex toys

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Music: Eat Your Young - Hozier

Azriel's lips quirk, and that's all it takes to have your limbs unsticking.

You eagerly pad forward, walking up to him, hands moving to your hips then wrapping round the base of your spine. Your own hands land on his broad shoulders as you slide into his lap, legs parting either side of his thighs. You press into his warmth, nestling deeper into the firm strength of him, nosing at his throat.

Azriel's large hand strokes your hair, soothingly possessive, tucking you away.

A deluded moan drags from your throat as he presses his canines into your upper lip, tugging on it slightly. Your hands pull on the chains, desperate to touch him as he plays with you, toy beginning to sink back in, but it's neither fast, nor deep enough.

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Pollinate[***] (Cassian)

Synopsis: Cassian gets jealous of the bumble bee trying to pollinate his female

A/N: just a fun little fic :)

Warnings: oral (f! recieving)

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Music: Do I Wanna Know? + R U Mine? - Arctic Moneys

“Cass,” you scold, leaning back into him, “I need to get to work.” He stops, and you hear him sniff. He goes silent for a moment, then steps back as a sneeze erupts from him. You double over as you practically laugh your socks off, watching as the powerfully built male is felled by your garden. “And that is why you should let me. I need to pull the wild flowers from the grass,” your gaze shifts to the main area of your garden, the floor’s a patchwork of moss and grass as it’s softer; spongier.

Your breath hitches, his words catching you off guard as his fingers press against your entrance from behind, mouth descending to yours, snatching the air from your lungs. Your legs tremble, allowing him to lower you to the sun heated ground, nestling amongst the overgrown flora. He slots himself between your thighs, pushing your underwear to the side as he groans. Your heat glistens beneath the summer light, begging for him to seal his mouth over you.

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Disobedience[*] (Eris)

Synopsis: you had worked at the Autumn Palace for a few centuries, serving even the High Lord himself. The High Lord’s sons push you too far, causing you to act up. This does not come without consequence when the High Lord assigns his eldest son to whip you back into place.

A/N: this is one of those fics that I go back and cringe while reading

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Music: The Masochism Tango (Orchestral Version) - Tom Lehrer, Teeth - 5 Second Of Summer

Once again you felt his eyes on your back as you walked to his bedroom, basket tucked beneath your arm. When you left, his eyes remained piercing into you, though it felt different, a malicious intention cresting over your shoulders, about to crash down. But he remained silent, eyes on your back as you left his room, clean sheets on his bed.

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Can’t Bring Myself To Wake You (Azriel)

Synopsis: Alice in Wonderland x The Hobbit sort of dream

A/N: kind of happy with the timing for this 🎃

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Music: Tim Burton Playlist

You’d been anticipating the lack of light, so it wasn’t much of a bother. The scent was damp, but nothing putrid. It was the weight that had caught you off guard. The bizarre heaviness that pressed down upon your shoulders with every step forward, as if attempting to drive you off-course.

Hours have passed since you last saw the wolves, yet they feel worlds away. Separated by the barrier of consciousness, left entirely to yourself. Confined to solitude. Spend your time counting cocoa coloured conkers, though they’re few and far between.

A large fox peers from between the trees, snow-soft paws prowling silently as he slowly stalks forward, tall as a horse. Sharp, beady eyes glint with cunning, razor-sharp canines pronounced from his upper lip, snout protruding elegantly from his features. Distinctly vulpine. Six wire-like whiskers stick from his nose, sleek and gracious.

Breath catches as a shadow emerges from the darkness, heavier than the rest. Begins to take shape, morphing into four, greatly powerful paws, midnight fur thick and silky. Leading up to create the tremendous torso of the beast, corded with muscle, fully grown and thrumming with lethal, sinister power. Leathery wings flare from its back, each peak tipped with a single talon, sharper than any blade you’ve seen. His head is smooth and elegant, distinctly feline, with piercing fangs pushing from his upper lip.

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Teeth and Talons (Azriel)

Synopsis: you’re accused of witchcraft and sacrificed to the shadow creatures, only to be saved by their ruler who’s suspiciously in sudden need of a bride…

A/N: One of my favourite series.

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Music: Demon In My Soul - SCXR SOUL & Sx1nxwy, SLAUGHTER HOUSE - Phonka & Zecki

“You eat humans?” The tremble in your voice is prominent, and you’re surprised you don’t stutter with the fear that’s thrumming along with your heartbeat. “Among other things,” he drawls, inhaling your scent as you try not to move. Your breath catches as he opens his mouth over your throat, a whimper working it’s was from your own as terror climbs higher. A quiet squeak leaves you as his tongue swipes out, hot and wet, dragging over your skin as he tastes you.

You’re lying on the circular mattress, darkness shrouding the surrounding room, lit only by candles. The milky wax melts to the floor, moving in circles until it forms a tight ring around the mattress. Then, the streams start looking toward your bed, rolling beneath you to inevitably join.

It’s an altar.

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Wake Me up When September Ends (Eris)

Synopsis: Growing up in the Autumn Court wasn’t easy for Eris. It was bloodthirsty and brutal. Cutthroat. Absolutely vile for a child. Utterly destructive. But he’s older now, and he knows better. If he can see that, why couldn’t his father?

A/N: is this angst? No clue

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Music: Daddy - Coldplay

He's sat besides the entrance, just to your right, arms locked around his knees, keeping them flush to his chest. He looks up in shock as he notices the moonlight streaming through into the room. The silver catches on the wet paths gracing his angular features, cutting clear trails over his cheekbones.

It only takes a second for him to lock himself down, and you know this. He has to be practiced at shutting his emotions away in a heartbeat as High Lord. He can't afford to be read so easily. That's why you dip to your knees before him, fingers threading through his firey hair as you softly pull him to you.

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Flying w/ Azriel

Synopsis: just a peaceful flight with Az

A/N: imagine having wings :’)

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Music: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind - opening - Joe Hisaishi, Merry-Go-Round of Life - Joe Hisaishi

The sun is beginning to set, sending rich goldens and ambers spilling across the skyline, clouds creating buttery waterfalls of draining starlight cascading down onto the city. The warm whiskey of the fading light urges you higher, to bathe in the glow until heat saturates your skin, leaving you glowing with pearly incandescence.

On soft feet, you pad over to him, his arms instinctively opening for you as your hands wrap around his middle snuggly, burying your face in his chest, inhaling softly, a whisper of a smile gleams across your mouth at the familiarity of his shape, how you slot together.

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Eat You Up[***] (Azriel)

Synopsis: dark!Azriel kidnaps you. He’s waited long enough.

A/N: dark!Az just—

Warnings: blood, bdsm themes, dubcon/noncon, knife play

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Music: Flawless - The Neighbourhood, Eat Your Young - Hozier

Your brow furrows as you attempt to move your lower body. Unresponsive. Your eyes flutter open, managing to keep them apart to begin adjusting to the darkness. Your vision is limited, your face pressing against the mattress, but you’re able to make out a dark, wood bed frame, complete with walls that shift from grey to black. A towering figure wreathed in shadow stands at your side.

Your whole body recoils as his hand dips between your thighs, thumb running over your heat, dipping into the slickness that’s gathered in defence. “Look at you,” he groans softly, “so wet.” His other hand squeezes the flesh of your inner thigh appreciatively, “such a good little thing for me.”

Arousal burns at the base of his spine as he watches it slide into your pretty pussy, slick overflowing at the edges when it’s fully buried inside. He grits his teeth, so desperate to grab you by the hips and fuck you into the mattress. But he can’t. He needs to make sure you’re wet enough to take him. Stretch you out so he’ll fit.

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Mystery Of Love (Azriel)

Synopsis: Things between Night and Spring have been on the mend over the past centuries, yet despite the steady improvement, the shadowsinger finds himself longing to return to Spring for the chance to visit the Court seamstress

A/N: Pretty peaceful piece

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Music: Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens

You work in silence, save for the occasional request for Azriel to shift his wings to different positions, which he follows exceptionally. There are a few times your tape doesn’t span long enough; you have to press the marking fabric against his skin to note where to restart. Each time you give him a heads up along with a free invitation to veto at any time. He just nods along with your requests, indulging your curiosity each time until you’ve completed your measurements.

It’s hesitant, both of you curious to see how the events will unfold. His lips feel like heated silk beneath your own, pillowy and plump as you move against him. You pull away, eyes latching onto his before he leans forward, capturing your mouth again with his own, his hand supporting your back as you’re taken by surprise.

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Milestones (Azriel)

Synopsis: reader’s running late to her shift so doesn’t have time to try on the dress she sees. After an awful day as a waitress, dealing with pestering customers here and there, she’s too tired to try on the dress. When she returns later, the dress is gone, much to her dismay.

A/N: requests like these always make me fall in love with fluff all over again :)

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Music: FaceTime with my mom (tonight) - Bo Burnham

A flash of white causes you to come to an abrupt halt, backtracking a few steps to peer through the large expanse of glass, the shop name typed out in bold letters across the pane. Contained within the front display are three dresses: pale yellow, white and pale orange, from left to right. Each is held upon a female mannequin torso, the fabric swishing as customers pass by in the background.

The centre dress. It's lovely. The stitching, the length...the fabric looks like it wouldn't itch, either.

Shuffle around some mental calculations...size, width, length. All good.

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A Date (Lucien)

Synopsis: Each of you has had feelings for the other, and for quite a while. Flirtatious remarks are common and easy between the two of you.

A/N: I don’t actually hate this one, considering it’s the first fic ever posted to the account

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Music: Amour Plastique - Videoclub

The summer breeze played with the hem of your dress, lifting the edges as the light wind wrapped around your shoulders, toying with your loose hairs.

This was how you liked it, a smooth back and forth between flirtation and friendship, the occasional joke sending laughter roaring from you, the occasional flirt sending sparks spitting in your stomach. It was easy, like this, between the two of you. Small boosters of happiness to keep the stress of life at bay.

The two of you had reached the halfway point of the hill, the view of Velaris stretching out before you. Every so often the two of you would get together for a 'catch up* of sorts, keep each other updated on what was happening, interest, news, things like that. The designated picnic spot being atop the chalky red cliff that oversaw all of Velaris, as well as the sea, where a tree perched at the pinnacle, proving shade.

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Stains[*] (Azriel)

Synopsis: Reader decides to take the lead for the night.

A/N: the idea of him saying please (cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide, panting softly) makes me want to cry

Warnings: femdom, Azzie being a sub, degradation, spitting

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Music: The Summoning - Sleep Token, Siren - Kailee Morgue

At your words, a small rush of humiliation coursed through him, the kind only you could make feel good. Deserved. He swallowed, fisting his hands tighter in the sheets. How badly he wanted to tangle his them in your hair and shove you down on his cock. Make you drool. Choke.

He twitched in your mouth, hips bucking a little erratically as he was flown closer, and closer to the peak. A soft, unprepared moan flew from his mouth as he came, hips jerking as he spilled into you, tongue swirling around his tip as you felt the hot, thick liquid hit the roof of your mouth, settling on your tongue.

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Good, Little, Girl <3 (Azriel)

Synopsis: You and Az get assigned to the same group. He’s firm and grounded, while you have trouble saying no to people. What happens when you meet?

A/N: it’s good to have a night in, sometimes

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Music: Good Little Girl - Adventure Time

Outside came the rumble of thunder, and peering through the large panel windows on either side of the dark, wooden door, you could see the already heavy rain become torrential. “Looks like we dodged the worst of it,” you tried to pick out the silver lining, however you had found yourself there.

A small droplet of guilt slid down your back as you marked his sodden hair, a clear line in his clothes where the umbrella hadn’t covered. You had a matching mark on your left shoulder. “And you’re sure it’s no problem me being here?” You knew you were repeating yourself, but you didn’t even really know him that well. All you were going on were the couple of late nights a week you’d been spending together at the library. He’d seemed fine…

There was an intensity in his gaze; a slow, but wicked grin spread across his mouth. Your lower belly fluttered as you nervously leant back in the chair, “stop looking at me like that.” The grin widened as he leant a little lower on the tabletop, “like what?” You attempted to glare at him but you knew the flush was undermining its authority, “like you’re having some less than savoury thoughts.”

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More Than Myself (Azriel)

Synopsis: reader wants to see what will happen if she refuses to say I love you back…

A/N: Azzie can be very clingy <3

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Music: Dandelions - Ruth B.

The sun peeked in through the drawn-to curtains, finding a way to thread into your shared time again and notify you that the day had begun.

You yelped, squeezing your eyes shut as laughter bubbled from within. His mouth pressed hot kisses up the side of your throat, pausing to nose the underside of your jaw. The ticklish sensation made it impossible not to smile. You shifted in his grip, enough to turn and face him, back pressing against the counter as you tried to glare up at the male, but he was already grinning down at you.

A full smile bloomed on your mouth as you curled your arms around his shoulders, pressing your mouth against his neck and delivering soft kisses down the side until you reached his collar. You nosed at the hot skin briefly before nipping with your teeth, moving back up to beneath his jaw. His head tipped upward to give you more room as you peppered small kisses until you reached his mouth again. “I love you,” he murmured again, the words uttered with painful adoration against your mouth.

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Nightmares (Azriel)

Synopsis: When Azriel has a nightmare he can’t shake, one that stalks his silent steps well after he’s awoken, usually a trip to the skies will help lull that fear back to the recesses of his mind. But one time, he feels a pull, and it draws him to your door.

A/N: I can’t explain my attraction to yellow, orange, blue.

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Music: Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez & Em Beihold

Judging from the light, it seemed to be in the liminal period between midnight and dawn, when the partygoers had returned to their homes, but the early birds hadn’t yet risen. It was peaceful. And good thing too, because he knew his scent would betray his fear.

He followed you as you made your way to the kitchen, near the back of the house, golden light streaming from the gap beneath the door. When you opened it, he was met with a room brimming with candle-light and his brow furrowed as you lead him to the table. “How long have you been awake?” He murmured, taking a seat as he watched you move to the kettle. He noticed a fresh cup was already made, hinting you’d been awake for some time.

Suddenly the urge to attach your mouth to his throat became almost overpowering. How his skin looked so temptingly clear of any marks in the firelight, how you could feel his chest rising and falling. You still had some excess cream on your fingertips, so you rose one hand, lifting it to his neck, barely a millimetre from the skin before you gently pressed down. You felt him tense beneath you, hands suddenly loosening their grip on your hips as you lightly dragged the very tip of your index finger down the column of his throat, watching as he swallowed beneath it.

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Car Radio (Azriel)

Synopsis: Sometimes silence is violent

A/N: this is the token edgy/angsty post

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Music: Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots

I don’t think she is gentle and passive at all. It feels like she has a shard of ice pressed beneath my heart, ready to rip into the tender muscle when I am inevitably disappointed. For me, she is a bloodthirsty terror, constantly taunting my fragile heart with strange illusions of power. They deceive me into thinking I am capable of overthrowing something great too, of overcoming that phantom pain that sucks at my soul from the inside out, like a hollow pull tearing through my chest.

It’s happening now. I can feel my chest growing heavy and my eyes are aching. My skin feels hot and dry on the surface and I can feel all the teeth in my mouth, aware of how the soles of my feet aren’t touching the floor and feel itchy and uncomfortable.

I can feel his eyes on me but I don’t turn around. I don’t want him to see the calm tears building in my eyes, blurring the dim sunset into a dull ombré of maroons and mauves. A few quick blinks removes the tears, recollecting myself so I can turn and move to my bedroom, but the sunset will be gone soon and I don’t want to miss a second of its calm descent into night.

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Rainstorm (Azriel)

Synopsis: It’s become a habit of the Shadowsinger’s to drop in on you and your plants whenever a rainstorm hits Velaris—he finds the comfort of your home warming, but maybe that’s just the effect you have on him

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Music: Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens

There was something deeply calming about listening to the rain tip-tap on the glass ceiling that formed your conservatory. The blank grey of the sky forming a pleasant reprieve from the usually intricately detailed mix of sun and fluffy cloud.

The rain grew heavier, pounding at the roof while you watched the water gush down the sides, spilling over into the streets - your plants would drink well. A knock rocked through the glass walls coming from behind you, where the door lay.

Moving stiffly from your reclined position, you stood up, stretching your arms and elbows above your head as you made your way through the various shelves of plants, aiming for the door. A cold drop sploshed down the back of your neck; you sent a simmering glare to where the leak was coming from, the rain finding a way to slither its way into your warm and dry abode.