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hey!!

so, today my request is more like a challenge, it's up to you accept it or not!

here's the idea: you have to make me fall asleep after a tiring and exhausting day. the character would be spoiling y/n, hugging and making her feel comfortable for sleep. idk if that's confusing, but any doubt you can ask me on dm!

you can make with any character that you want, but i would be very pleased if the character was azriel, since it's my comfort one. the challenge is up!

Hi @wickedazriel! I know that this is probably not what you expected as an imagine, but your request has allowed and inspired me to honor a friend that I lost recently... so thank you so much!

✨don’t forget to make your own request✨ • I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

She laid her head against her worktable, exhaustion and numbness swept over her body. She cried herself to sleep the previous night, and grief beat her down every moment of the day.

He was gone, her best friend and wisest companion, Aldan. After all those years, he was no more. She felt like crying every time she thought of him, and realized he would no longer smile at her. She would not receive any of his letters, hear any of his jokes or feel any of his hugs.

His sickness became too much of a burden, and his fighting heard could not hold on any longer. So he let go.

She let out a choked sob at the thought, and the dam inside her tore open. She weeped once again at the loss of her dear friend, and the piece of her heart he took with him.

“Y/N?”, her mate’s voice called, “What’s wrong, my light?”

Her chin trembled as she looked into his eyes. “Oh Az…H-he’s gone. Aldan is gone.”

He said nothing as he swept her into a hug, laying her head on his chest as he stroked her hair.

She cried against his shirt, the pain clutching her gut so tightly it felt hard to breathe. He soothed her slowly, giving her all the time in the world. As the tears subsided, and only hear uneven breathing sounded in the room, he took her face between his hands, and wiped her wet cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Y/N”

“So am I, Az. So am I.”

She hugged him again, and asked in a small voice

“Can we stay like this a little longer?”

“Of course, my light. As much as you need”

His embrace made the weight of her loss lighter, and his heartbeat was medicine to her pained soul.

•••

Eventually, Azriel wrapped her in her favorite blanked as she sat in the kitchen table, waiting for the tea he was brewing for her. She stared blankly into her own hands, and muttered

“I never expected it to hurt this much, you know. I thought it would be easier to handle these emotions.”

He sat down in front of her, handed her the cup and held her other hand tightly.

“Life always gives us something unexpected. It’s not always good, but it’s always new, and teaches us something important. I know you don’t want to feel sad like this, and that everything hurts, but all of it it’s part of living. It doesn’t matter how old are you, or how much you have grieved already, you are allowed to feel hurt, to feel angry, to feel whatever goes inside your heart. So feel it, embrace it. And the time to let it go will come as well. As for now, I’m here, supporting you for whatever you need.”

•••

Azriel held on to her hand as much as he could, with an unfaltering grip, as she cried and cried. He stayed by her side, an unfaltering support.

And as Y/N laid by his side on their bed, she felt sadness. But with her mate there, hope blossomed inside her. A small sliver of it, but one that would grow strong as time passed.

“He was so incredible, Az. I’ve never met someone quite like him, so genuine and happy.”

“What’s your best memory of him?”, he asked her as she entangled her body with his. Stray tears scared her eyes as she talked of Aldan, voice breaking sometimes. But she told her mate everything she remembered. And when her words no longer worked, she touched the bond between them and showed him all.

And when there was nothing else inside her but the bittersweet feeling of missing someone, he hugged her tighter and pulled her closer.

“Don’t be afraid of the future, my love. It is beautiful and precious, even when the only things we have from the people we love are memories. Having memories means we try every day, and the pain you feel now is nothing compared to all you had with him. You may never see him again, but he truly remains alive inside you. That is all that truly matters, to defy even death for the people we love by keeping them alive in our hearts.”

For my wisest friend.

You have taught me everything: love, happiness, pain, wonder, patience, calm.

And now grief.

I will never be able to thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.

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I just read your Azriel × reader one shot, I think I'm in love ! And I have a request for you. I've been in love with one song and one song only. It hhas never been changed since like very long time , lot's of years. And the song is Lana Del Rey- Love. The feeling that it gives me is just enchanting. English is my second language so sometimes I just shut down my brain for English and just feel the song with its melodies and rhytm. And it always gives me hope but also kinda sad. Like it has been raining hard but now you see rainbow or you missed your lover terribly and now you're kissing them. I think you got what I meant. Can you write someting with Azriel that' gonna make me feel like the song does? I know this might be silly or doesn't make any sense but if you do I would be more than happy and appreciated💖 thank you so much!

Love

Hi! I'm sorry it took me so long to answer you, but here it is!! I hope you enjoy it, darling 🥰 ✨don’t forget to make your own request✨ • I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy • WARNING! this is VERY angsty and sad, and you might cry and/or explode because of the fluff

My tears dampened the pillow beneath my head. Today, sadness claimed me more than yesterday, sucking the very strength out of me. It paralises me enough that I can’t get out of bed, and that I only wish crawl into a dark corner, staying there forever.

Loneliness was my most hated color. But today, it paints every moment of my miserable existence. And I think it suits me.

∞

The pain blurred my eyes, and I only saw teardrops

The pain took my youth, and left the weight of my mistakes

The pain blurred my days, and I lost track of time

The pain took my soul, and left the monster of my true self

and eventually

The pain blurred my emotions, and I stopped feeling at all.

∞

My mother used to say beautiful words that my young ears never understood. Most of them got lost with time, but one was carved into my very skin.

alight

And yet, even after I learned what it meant, I never got to feel it.

∞

But I should’ve guessed it. Destiny liked me too much to leave me alone as well. So he played the strings one last time, and magic was done. I felt it all again.

The pain blurred my eyes, and I only saw teardrops

The pain took my youth, and left the weight of my mistakes

The pain blurred my days, and I lost track of time

The pain took my soul, and left the monster of my true self

and eventually

The pain blurred my emotions, and I stopped feeling at all.

but I saw his face and

The pain no longer blurred or took anything

The pain was gone.

∞

Azriel, she learned later, was his name. That gorgeous male was her mate, and the classic, beautiful traces of his face never failed to take her breath away.

Once, he asked her, in the middle of the night

“Y/N, why are your eyes so sad?”

He had never seen someone like her, with an indescribable beauty. She was elegant and gracious, fun and unpredictable, but above all, she was intense. And so was her sadness.

What strained his heart the most was her eyes, that even after an eternity of laughter, reflected such a deep suffering. He saw eyes like that on his own face.

The only answer he got was a single teardrop down her cheek.

∞

Turns out, the pain never truly went away. It was just forgotten when she was around him, and because of that, the moments away from him were unbearable.

He found out about this too when he came to see her, and found her crying. Harsh sobs racked through her body, and his gut clenched.

He knelt in front of her, took her face into his scarred hands, and asked

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything.” She whispered. “All of it is so awful, and you are my only light. I drown in grief every day of my life. I feel too much, and feel nothing at all. I want better, but I can’t stop treating myself so awfully.” Her voice raised with every word, and agony filled her. “It hurts. It all hurts.”

He embraced her, pulling her into his warmth, trying to sooth the pain. She laid her forehead on his chest, kneeling with him, and gripped his shirt with an iron grip. She would not loose him as well.

After the tears and sobs, she tried to move away, and he pulled her closer.

Their eyes met, and he laid himself bare to her. Took down all his walls, laid down his guard around himself, and told his entire history to her. Showing her his own pains and fears.

But in that moment, he was too late. Pain had taken everything from her once again.

He flinched when her blank stare met his overwhelmed one.

He tried to move away and succeeded.

She did not pull him closer.

So he left

And she was set alight.

∞

First, pain burned her from the inside.

Second, she was angry, at him and at herself.

Third, she forgave him.

Fourth, she forgave herself.

Fifth, she built courage to face him one last time

∞

He met her at a hillside with a view to the sea. She sat underneath the soft light of the sun, in late afternoon hours. Beside her, there was a panic basket and a pile of books. Her dress fluttered with the passing breeze, the same that caressed her hair. After months of solely thinking of her, seeing that face was a definitive answer. He loved her, with all his might, with all his sorrow and all his happy.

Sitting beside his mate, his heart was at ease, even with the hurt that she caused him.

“Hi” she said hesitantly.

“Hello Y/N”. She shivered with that voice, she missed him so much. There was nothing capable of describing the relief of seeing him.

“I wanted to talk to you,” she averted his eyes, “about what happened last time. What I did was wrong, and you deserved a better reaction than the one I gave you. You deserved support.” She looks into his eyes, her voice breaking slightly. “I am so sorry. You were always there for me, and I ended up hurting the both of us when I forgot who I truly am.”

Her gaze went to the sea, and beyond into the horizon. Her chest moved with a soft sigh she exhaled. “I want to tell that it was not intentional to hurt you in a vulnerable moment, and that I’m grateful that you shared with me such a beautiful story. If you want to try things between us again, I I would love to, but if you —

His fingers touched her chin, turning her blushing face towards him. She froze.

“Y/N, I’m sorry too. For not trying to help you earlier, and for letting my fears control my actions so deeply. But the thing I’m most sorry for is the fact that I didn’t come to see you in such a long time. I hurt the both of us as well with my pride, and I wish I could change that. But I can’t change the past, so I offer you this: I love you, Y/N.”

She blinked her teary eyes, and threw her arms around me, a choked laugh passing through her lips. I hug her back, breathing in her scent, and she whispered in my ear: “I love you, Azriel.”

She pulled back slightly, and pressed her lips against mine softly. We join in a slow sweet kiss, my hands on the nape of her neck, and a small humm of delight leaves her.

When we break apart, she lays her forehead against mine.

“Thank you for reminding me,” she says “of who I truly am, and who I’ve always been.”

“And who would be that, my light?” She blushes with the nickname, and answers

“A beautiful star, with her glowing scars and smiles, set alight by love. My love for myself, my mother’s love, your love”

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Too Much

A Continuation Of "Not Enough"

✨don’t forget to make your own request✨

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

Although is not as big as the other, there's a fluffly ending....

WARNING! this is freakyyyy, and its just as dirty as part one yall, so buckle up ;)

My shadows wrap strongly around her wrists.

“You know, last week I was not the only one who agreed to this arrangement.” I smirk as I kiss her jaw. “And you were eager for it, more than me.”

I moved to her neck, and a light moan slipped her mouth. I felt her hard nipples skim my chest ever so slightly, only a thin pice of fabric as a barrier between our skins. My hands traced her ribs and stomach, and her skin went taut with desire.

“I will ask you the same question,Y/N.” She shivered at my dark tone. “What do you want? To remind you why you’re mine?” I looked into her eyes.

She kissed me, savagely. Her mouth demanding and thirsty for me. She bit my lip, and growled. “Yes. Take me, Azriel.”

That broke my control, and I unleashed myself into her. Fingers twisting her nipples and teeth nipping at her breasts. I make my way down her body swiftly, rapidly reaching the apex of her thighs.

I spread her lips, expose her engorged clit and taste her wetness on my tongue. Her moans were unhinged as she tried to grind herself against me, but I let out a low laugh and hold her still. One hand spread on her belly, another groping her butt. As I entered a finger inside her, her grew louder. By the third finger, she was begging to cum.

“Do you want this, Y/N?” I ask against her.

“Yes, yes I do, by the Mother I do. P-please Az, I need it!”

“Then give it to me, baby. Cum for me.”

She exploded with a scream, her back arching off the bed. Her juices dripped down to the sheets, and I licked her clean as her body spasmed.

When I finished, I kneeled between her legs and put my hands on each side of her head, looming over her.

“Satisfied, darling?”

She half opened her eyes nodding slowly, her head and body still in a haze.

“Hmm, already?” I whisper into her ear, nibbling it. “But I’m still not done with you.”

With her wrists still bound together, I flip her onto her belly. My hand moves to her ass, caressing it lightly.

“I'm

SPANK

still

SPANK

not

SPANK

satisfied!”

SPANK

With each slap to her butt, a gasp came out of her mouth. Her backside was now becoming a light red, and she lifted it, offering it for me.

“Do you want more, my dear?”

She looks at me over her shoulder, and says.

“Yes. Take me again, Azriel.”

As the spanking was throughly delivered to her, my chest swelled with male pride, as she was withering in pleasure. Her thighs rubbed together in search of any friction and release, so I told her.

“Y/N, I’m not as mean as you are, wouldn’t you agree?”

My fingers went straight to her clit, “Oh heavens, yes, yes!” she cried out. I rubbed it, slowly at first, but as she moaned louder, I went faster and kept delivering slaps to her behind.

After seconds, she came once again. But I never stopped my assault on her clit. By the time another orgasm rose, I aligned my erection with her entrance.

When I entered, my length filling her, she came. But my thrusts never stopped, and Y/N was relentless. Everything I threw at her, she returned to me. Even with her body bound, she held her spell over me.

And so, with my length buried inside her, my hands traveled everywhere. They tugged at her hair, massaged her clit, caressed her breasts. Her moans turned into screams. Her orgasms merged into one.

My own climax arose relentlessly, hands tugging her hair, and both of us rode together towards that final cliff of pleasure… as it got closer

and closer

a n d c l o s e r

until

we

exploded

and stars danced in our eyes

Our breaths were loud as we lay tangled in each other, relishing in the singularity of this moment. The descent from that much pleasure was blissful, and yet there was nothing as incredible as she lay her head in my chest, tightened her hold around me, and whispered

“I love you”

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why you should reblog and support content creators

i’ve been on tumblr since 2012 and became a content creator in 2014/5, so i’ve been here for years and I can confirm that: people barely reblog posts now and it’s becoming an issue. yes content creators make stuff mostly for them, but if we post them it’s so people can see and enjoy it. and this happens when you hit “reblog”

the likes/reblogs ratios is a big disaster. when I first started, the reblogs were like 70% of a post with 30% of likes. now it’s 10% reblogs and 90% likes. likes are good, don’t get me wrong, but they don’t give us visibility.

reblogging = sharing posts to your followers. it’s easy and quick

WHY YOU SHOULD REBLOG

reblogs are important because it motivates people to create stuff and create more

it’s a great way to introduce your followers to a show/an artist/sports. i don’t wanna throw myself flowers but a few of my followers got into motorsport because I was reblogging posts about it (and also creating gifs and edits)

reblogs are a great way to make new friends because your followers/mutuals will see you have stuff in common and it will help to engage a conversation and start a friendship.

content creators spend a lot of time editing and a reblog shows that these hours weren’t lost 

reblogging helps us making our work be seen as tumblr’s tags are sometimes broken and they don’t appear in tags

it encourages people to create more and. i’m posting graphics and reblogs are encouraging me to keep posting them and creating more

top bonus is when you leave nice stuff in the tags. we see them and we love it and we love you

reblog because it’s free and the button exists for a reason

there is many more reasons but i won’t spam you

WHY YOU SHOULD SUPPORT CONTENT CREATORS

we are nice

we provide stuff for free

we take requests and make stuff you ask for

we share our resources: colorings, writing tips, where to get pictures, where to get fonts, tutorials, links for softwares

because we struggle a lot with tumblr’s tags

because people are sometimes rude to us and send rude asks (ex: writers - to publish their writings sooner)

because our work is being stolen by people claiming it’s theirs

because our work is being reposted on other social medias without asking us and crediting

i’m not pointing a gun to your face screaming “REBLOG”, i’m just telling you that if you like a post, you should think about reblogging it so your followers can see it and you’ll make one person happy <3

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Threesome

Hii! Here is another imagine... we're switching things up again with a little of Crescent City ;)

I wrote this as a gift for my gorgeous, perfect, incredible bestie just because she loves smut. I want you to know that I wouldn't be writing this much without your undying support sister

I love you <3

✨don’t forget to make your own request✨

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! threesome, unprotected sex, cursing, smut, explicit.

Author’s P.O.V.

The music roared in the club that night. Drinks left and right, lights pulsing, people talking, dancing, kissing… and Y/N loved it. 

She was determined to have fun, drink and find someone to have fun with. Her tight white dress left little to imagination, and her colored lips were nothing but sensual. Standing high on her hells, the female was ready to rock the world.

And that happened not to one, but two of Crescent City’s most coveted bachellors: Ruhn Danaan and Tristan Flynn. The prince and the lord were part of the (very handsome and famous) trio of the Five Roses. Three single fae, young and looking for trouble. 

Ruhn and Flynn were leaning against the bar, Declan already busy with a brunette somewhere, when they saw her. Her back to them, dancing deliciously from the floor. The white dress did wonders to her body, and caught everyone’s eye. When she turned around, they almost choked on their drinks. Stunning face, sexy pink lips, hips swaying to the beat of the song.

She notices their attention and a cocky smirk traces her lips, eyes gleaming with confidence. Oh, she knows what she’s doing, Ruhn thought and shared a glance with his friend. 

“Which one of us will back down, prince?” Flynn asked, using the formal term to annoy him.

“This isn’t a competition, lord,” answered Danaan “besides, it isn’t exclusive for two people.”  

“I’m aware of that, we’ve even done it together before Ruhn.” 

“Then wait here.”

The prince finished his drink and headed for the female, going through the crowded club, a predator towards his prey. As their eyes met, sparks flew. And he stepped closer and closer, until they were pressed up against each other. 

“Ruhn Danaan, my prince,” she said in his ear “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her sultry voice made him shiver in delight. 

“And who are you, my lady?” he asked, his breath against her neck, “I don’t recall seeing you around here.”

She smiled and answered “Y/N  Y/L/N. I moved here a few weeks ago. But tell me prince, what brings you here?”

“A female with a beautiful smile, and a special talent for dancing. And, please, call me Ruhn.”

“Well Ruhn, I’m disappointed,” his eyes snap to hers “after all, I expected more than just a compliment from you.”

“How about an invitation?” He tilted her chin up, their breaths mingling. She leans forward, taking his mouth in hers.  Their tongues fight for dominance, and he eventually wins, earning a small moan from her. One hand cups the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, and the other keeps a strong grip on her waist.

They kiss wildly, her own hands gripping the collar of his shirt. He breaks the kiss, and moves to her ear.

“My invitation was for you to leave with me, and my friend,” her body straightened with surprise “to our place for the night.”

“Which friend would be that?”

“The one in the bar.” 

She glances over his shoulder to see Tristan Flynn giving her a smoldering look. And wetness drenched her panties. Y/N knew she had good looks and a nice body, but this much was unimaginable. Suddenly, all of her wet dreams came to memory. To be surrounded by two males, submitting to them in an explosion of pleasure. Hands, touches, mouths, kisses… One, two, three orgasms. More. So. Much. More. 

She looked into Ruhn’s eyes.

“Yes.”

Time skip

The elevator door opened with a soft ding, and the three of them entered. The metal box seemed too tight for all that sexual tension, and the fact that it was surrounded with mirrors did not help. 

Mirrors, another of Y/N’s deepest kinks. To see herself get ravished in all sorts and kinds of ways, it was so filthy (and she just fucking loved it). Her nipples got hard against her bra, and her scent shifted. She looked at Tristan, and her knees went weak with the amount of want and desire his eyes held. He pounced on her, mouths meeting each other in a savage kiss, and his hand already cupped her ass. Hard. She moaned that dominance he showed, they both showed. 

The elevator ding sounded again and they stepped out in a rush, Trista’s lips now kissing her neck from behind while Ruhn opened the door. Her own hands traveled to the prince's chest and nipples, the rock hard abs, the hem of his pants and its growing bulge. She wrapped her hands around his length, and Flynn’s hands gripped her breasts, massaging them. Another moan. Ruhn struggled with the keys as she kept rubbing him through his pants, and gasped when she found his sensitive head. She ground her backside into Flynn’s crotch, he cursed, “Fuck Danaan, open the damn door”, bit her neck and squeezed her tits even more. 

She moaned again, but stopped her hands so he unlock the apartment’s door. After a few more tries, hands trembling with anticipation, he succeeded. Halting the kissing and groping, they led her to one of the three bedrooms. They shut the door, quietly. Looked at her, an incomparable hunger in their gazes. And Y/N knew she was fucked.

In privacy, they were unhinged. Flynn worked on her neck and breasts, Ruhn on her mouth and ass while she trying not to fall to her knees. Her right hand cupped the lords neck pressing his lips even more against her, and he responded with wet kisses, nibbling, sucking… Her left hand pulled Danaan closer, his kiss dominant and wild. 

They found each others zippers and buttons, and soon Y/N found herself only on her heels, pressed up against two males in their boxers. Ruhn’s lips went straight to her pebbled nipples, biting and sucking them while Tristan whispered to her.

“Spread your legs”

She did it eagerly, already knowing what would happen. Expert fingers teased her outer lips first with a light touch. Next, they went to her wetness and spread it all over her pussy, his low chuckle in her ear made her shudder in pleasure. At last, he found her clit. Engorged, sensitive and begging to be touched. And he obliged. She moaned at the touch, gripping his forea. His other hand held her in place just as Ruhn slipped two of his fingers inside her. There was a damn mirror on one of the walls, and she just couldn’t stop staring at their reflection. Her moans became uncontrolled, and they kept touching her. Everywhere. Soft and harsh, sweet and rough. And so they went touching touching touching… and she exploded in a loud filthy moan, legs trembling with pleasure. When she came down from her high, she looked at them and knew just what to do.

Lube in hand, she now gripped their shafts as she kneeled before them, nails grazing their lengths. And then, she pulled the boxers down. Their were hard and glistening with pre-cum. Ruhn’s cock was long, and Tristan’s was girthy. And she was wet and ready again. 

Coating them both in the gel-like substance, they grew harder and harder. She put her mouth around Ruhn’s cock, sucking him, tongue swirling around his tip as she hummed. Her hand on his base moving back and forth in sync with her mouth. While that, Flynn was not forgotten, as she used her free hand to give him a handjob, squeezing slightly and grazing the underside of his tip.

The males were no longer in their right state of mind, because this woman was driving them wild. She knew what she was doing with those devilish pink lips and confident eyes. As she switched between them, their pleasure was never forgotten and even tough she was the one kneeling, they both knew they were under her control. 

Her power of them reached it’s peak when she edged them both, brought them to brink of cuming– and stopped. It led them to their current position, Ruhn behind her and Flynn facing her. Her wetness had only grown, and she was beyond hot and bothered, but they only teased her. Moving as team, they taunted her, baited her, but she could never cum. After her consent, things got rough (just as she liked it). Danaan was holding her wrists in one of his hands, and Flynn pinched her clit and her nipples mercilessly. 

It had no end, and she was left a withering mess between them. Until she couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Please, oh please – she gasped and begged – please please please”

“What do want, Y/N?

“I want to cum! I want you to fuck me, hard and fast, and I don’t want you to stop.”

And so they did.

First, it was Ruhn. He plunged deep into her from behind, over and over, kissing her back and massaging her nipples and clit. His length was indeed impressive, but what he could do with it was beyond words for her right now. Especially since Flynn enjoyed her mouth even more, gripping her hair and silencing her moans, and came in there. And like that, she exploded with half a thought and a scream as he kept fucking her relentlessly. He followed soon after, slamming deep into her and moaning wildly.  

Second, it was Tristan. They switched positions, and unlike Ruhn, he took his time. He traced her curves, complimented her, building her desire brick by brick. And she loved it, as they slowed the pace. Kissed more, touched gently. And they kept going, on and on, feeling and embracing it all. 

Ruhn came first, and laid in the bed in exhaustion. As that happened, Flynn pulled her closer, hugging her body. She laid her head on his shoulder, he turned his to kiss her. Their mouths merged into one, relishing the moment, and with a slight touch to her sensitive clit she came undone. And he joined her.

Breathless, they collapsed into the bed next to Danaan and fell into an easy slumber.

 Time skip

Ruhn and Tristan woke up the next day and didn’t find Y/N in the apartment anymore.

All they found was a note on the kitchen counter, with an imprint of pink lipstick and a phone number.

               Thank you Ruhn and Tristan for last night, it was wonderful.                            I hope we see each other again in the club                                     It was lovely to meet you ;)                                                       Y/N

Oh, and how they hoped…

-From A.

make your requests lovelies :)

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Not enough

I'm fire y'all! Two posts in less than 24 hours :)

Get ready because Y/N and Azriel get down and dirty in today

✨don’t forget to make your own request✨

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! this is the dirtiest thing I've ever written, it's smutty and freaky... so buckle up bc this is quite the journey

I open my eyes. The afternoon turns into night outside, already later then when we took a nap. I reach for my mate across the bed, but something stops me. My wrists are chained to the bedpost. And she is nowhere to be seen. 

“Y/N?” 

I hear her light steps from the hallway, and her eyes gleam in wicked delight when she sees me.

“Well, someone finally woke up.”

My heart stops when I gaze down her body. A black lace underwear. See-through. Small. Perfect. Realization downs on me and I chuckle.

“I see what this is about…”

She shrugs coyly. 

“After our little conversation last week, I felt the need to put the matters we discussed in motion.”

“And, by the Mother, how did I not wake up?”

“You are a heavier sleeper than you think, Azriel.” My name on her tongue made me shiver. “But I do not think that the way I got you like this is the main point.” She stalks closer, reaches the bed side and leans on top of me. “The main point is what do you want me to do to you.”

She sits by my side, lips kissing my cheeks, teeth pulling at my earlobes.

“I believe that such things were also discussed last week.”

Her laughter skitters on my bones, sultry and tempting. She pulls back slightly. “I’m afraid I might need another reminder. I can only think of your consent, and you have to remind me of everything else. So tell me, shadowsinger, what do you want?”

Her mouth travels to the column of my throat, and her fingers follow. Nails graze lightly. Focus floats away from me.

“Tell me, mate, what do you want” she whispers in my ear.

“I want you.

I want you to show me things I’ve never felt before.

I want you to take control.

I want you to remind me why I’m yours.”

Her eyes darken with raw desire. “Your wish is my command.” She kisses me hungrily, teeth nibbling my lower lip as she takes the lead. Her hands skim lower, grazing my torso, enjoying the defined muscles and taut skin.

Breaking the kiss, she straddles me, trapping my waist with her thighs. Her hands run once again along my chest in a possessive way, her nails scratching my skin. My nipples pebble, and she notices. She kisses and licks them softly, and my cock hardens. A bite, and I gasp.

She smirks, continuing her descent. Torturing me slowly until she meets my shaft, ready and gleaming with pre-cum. Now, she looks straight into my eyes. And runs a single finger along its length, from the base to the tip. I moan recklessly, especially as she repeats it. Once. Twice. 

“Please” I beg her.

“Please what?” She asks, without any sort of hurry in her tone. “What do you want?” A kiss is pressed to my engorged tip. “This?” I nod, throwing my head back. “Say it.”

“Yes. No–”  she takes me into her mouth briefly “More, please. I need more.” 

And she obliges. Lips, tongue, teeth and hands pleasure me as I moan shamelessly. But nothing compares to moment I see her own hand inside her panties, pleasuring herself. I can’t look away. She moans, and it resonates in my cock.

“Y/N. Oh fuck, yes. Yes!”

I feel my orgasm start to reach its peak. I can’t catch my breath. I need more, much more. It builds, builds builds– and she stops. Pulls away.  

“Y/N” I whimper. “Why? Don’t stop, please”

And she merely replies “You wish to feel things like nothing before. So here we go.” 

I could have never prepared myself for what happened next.

She denied me repeatedly. Made me gasp, whimper, moan, scream. The builds towards an orgasm became a blur of pleasure, a haze I lost myself in.

She paused once again, taking a deep breath. And this time, there was no stopping. 

She pushed me to my limit, using everything she could to make me drown in lust. I feel it get close. She knows it too. And keeps going. My hips buckle recklessly out of the bed, driving me deeper inside her.

“Y/N!” 

I roar with the pleasure that crashes through me. And I cum, relentlessly. Load after load into her mouth, and she swallows greedily. My eyes shutter closed. 

I reopen them moments later, with her hair tingling my face as she unlocks the chains around my wrists. A lazy smile works its way into my lips, and she covers my sweaty body with hers, kissing me softly.

A laugh comes out of me. “That was incredible, my love.”

She giggles, and replies. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

We talk for longer, enjoying our moment entangled in each other until I pull her to a slow kiss make out session,  so sweet and calm. A distraction as my shadows brush her wrists, at first as a caress and then as a strong hold. Before she can say anything, I flip us over so that now I’m in control on top of her, holding her bound hands above her head as I was previously tied up.

I look into her eyes.

“Get ready Y/N... It’s my turn.” 

-From A.

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It's You - Part One

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They were on Vaughan’s trail for days. After the end of the war, Rowan, Lorcan and Fenrys travelled in search of Vaughan. They did seek for their old friend, on islands and continents far from Terrasen and all the way north, in order to see him again (and, of course, convince the male to join Aelin’s court, which is a story for another time).

At this moment, they were walking towards his camp in silent steps. Vaughan would be caught by surprise, and such thing happened indeed. He sat, without a shirt, on a fallen tree in the small clearing, free of worries or concerns. 

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise!” Fenrys drawled from behind and he flinched. “Happy to see us, Vaughan dear?”

Turning around, the fae warrior bared his teeth. “What do you seek around here?” 

“We wanted to meet with you again.” Answers Rowan, in his newly found ‘king voice’ he used back home. 

“Oh please, as if we ever were a happy little brethren. We went our separate ways even before Maeve died.” 

“Vaughan, for fuck’s sake” said Lorcan in his usual bad mood “just sit your ass down and listen to us.”

“I will not do such thing! I do not wish to be ensnared into another awful blood oath, especially not by your fire-breathing bitch queen.”

Rowan lost his cool, and growled lowly “You will not talk of her in such ways.” 

Vaughan remembered, with that sole sentence, the power and danger his former trainer held in his hands and wisely backed down.

“Aelin is a far cry from Maeve, Vaughan.” Lorcan claimed quietly.

“The oh so loyal commander of the Faerie Queen, her most trusted warrior now defends another queen? Weren’t you in love with her?”

“Aelin showed me more love than Maeve could. And many other things.”

“Did she now? Was it before or after she spread her le–

Fenrys flinched at the comment and any sense vanished from him as he pounced on the male. He clenched his fist.

SNAP!

They whirled, eyes rapidly scanning for danger… only to find her.

“Even after after all this time, you boys still resort to brawling?”

Her feminine laugh passing like a breeze amongst them.

And the White Wolf knew he was damned for eternity.

“Y/N”, he whispered as if in a daze. Frozen on the spot.

She stood there, a sword resting on her shoulder and a smirk dancing on her lips. As she has done in the past so many times. Maeve’s spy, trained by herself. Lorcan’s executioner, conquerer of cities and kingdoms under his orders. 

But… Fenrys’ only companion in the rare moments of peace they had. She had held him when everything unbearable, had drunk with him in celebration of life, had smiled at him for no reason. Had suffered for him in those hands. Had given up her freedom for him and his brother. Had kissed him so sweetly. 

A kiss so precious, he’d kept it in his heart dearly. And yet, a kiss so dangerous that had cost them her life, years ago.

She couldn’t be here. 

She was dead.

She…

She was here. And he would never her let go again.

Her voice broke him out of his trance.

“Hello, Fenrys.”

And he ran for her. Ran, and embraced her as if he clung to life itself. Tightening his arms as if to stop her from vanishing. He held her as he wished he’d done all those years ago.

Leaning back slightly from the hug to look at her, His hands now rested on her cheeks, and they stared at each other. Fenrys was sure he was hallucinating, because those eyes that gazed into his very soul could not be real.

“Hello, Y/N.” 

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Now and Forever

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Y/N P.O.V.

The sweat builds on my back as I roll my hips to the beat. Lost in the haze of music, no thoughts bother me. I’m driven by it, a flame burning bright. Finally strong. Finally free.

After the war, Amarantha and everything else, my family was happily united once again. In a celebration, this night they decided to go out for dinner and drinks, and I gladly joined. And I did so with great style. Mor was usually the beauty of the room, but now, I looked like a goddess, owning every curve, every imperfection, every stare directed into me.

Especially Azriel’s.

He drives me mad with love, longing and desire since I first saw him. Even when he loved Mor, and when he lusted for Elain. But I can’t do what he does. Pretend it doesn’t exist, that I’m not worthy of it, or that he can do better then me. I can’t care less if this makes me selfish. I want him. He drives me mad because of the damn tug i feel in my chest every time I look at him. How it breaks when he hurts, and how it glows when he is happy.

And yet, his gaze on me was nothing but temporary. Volatile. I lose my patience, seeing red at his dismissal directed at me, not just today but every other in the past. So I turn and I find someone that wants me, with no restraints or fears, to enjoy the night.

Someone that makes me forget him.

Azriel P.O.V.

She was fucking gorgeous. It left him breathless, made him lose his self-control and cursed him all the damn nights. His mate. Y/N.

How could he have been so blind? To not see her all these years? He must have lost his mind somewhere, because when his instincts roared at him MATE! that day in the Rainbow he felt stupid. Utterly, purely and nothing more than stupid.

She looked stunning that afternoon, clad in a heavy black coat as the sunset light kissed her cheeks and the wind caressed her hair. Y/N’s eyes looked into his with such sincerity and affection I almost fell to my knees. And when she smiled, thanked me for saving her life and showing her the true light all I could do was hug her. Hiding my silver-lined eyes and my ragged heart, torn apart once again because of the pain I put her through.

That was two weeks ago. Now, I regret not telling her about us as she smiles, flirts and dances with another one.

“You know brother,” Rhys said, putting a hand on his shoulder “you should talk to her. It seems to me it isn’t too late yet.”

I look at him, whispering

“She’s my mate,”, his eyes widened, “and I’ve made her suffer so much. For the same reasons I suffered because of Mor. And I’m so stupid because with her, it all gets easier to bear and I didn’t see it for —”

“Mate?”

“Yes.”

“Then what in the rutting hell are you doing here? Go to her, talk and fix this. She deserves that, and so do you.”

I stay quiet.

“Azriel, you must keep fighting.” He paused. “In the war, you said that for me to stop you I’d have to tie you to a tree. And even that wouldn’t have worked. You were there to fight for us. Fight for that mating bond. It is not too late yet, brother.” Rhysand held my stare.

“I will.”

I stand, headed to the exit where Y/N holds hands with the prick she danced earlier.

“Y/N, wait!” I call for her, but she doesn’t hear my cries in the midst of the music and talking. “Y/N damnit, wait a second!”

They go through the door, and I prepare myself to run her after her. But, thank the Mother, the weren’t far down the street.

“Y/N.”

She turns, her eyes going straight into mine.

“Can we talk? Now?” I ask while glaring daggers into that mutt.

She glanced between me and that guy before nodding hesitantly. She grabbed my hand, leading us into a quiet garden hidden in the shadows.

“Is something wrong?”

“No! No, no, absolutely nothing.” My hands start to sweat “I-uh wanted to tell you something, but I need you to listen to me without interrupting.”

She nods reluctantly, and so I begin.

“I’m your mate.

I found out the day we walked by the Sidra, in the sunset two weeks ago. I did not know before that day, and since the moment I figured it out I’ve lost my mind, wondering how awful I’ve been to you. I’m sorry, so so sorry for making you suffer all these centuries, not seeing the beauty that laid right in front of my eyes.

I want you to know that I regret it, and that i’m truly sorry. That the biggest truth in my heart is that you are perfect, and I may not be worthy of you but i want you to give me a chance, show me how to be better, to deserve your love.

Because I want it. I want you. I wish to cherish you every day, and to call you mine, and to tell you that I’m yours. I’m your mate, your equal, and if you tell me to leave and forget you, I’ll do it. Without hesitation.”

Agonizing silence.

“Y/N, you don’t have to tell me anything. Think about it. I’ll wait for you. For as long as you need, for as far as you want me to be.”

I touch her cheeks, wet with tears, my thumb caressing her skin lightly.

She steps forward. Once. Twice. Taking my face into her own hands and staring into my soul with her piercing eyes, she said the words that changed me forever.

“I love you. I’ve wanted you since the second you took that arrow for me. You are worthy Azriel, you deserve me as much as I deserve you. So stay, right here, close to me. Adoring me, cherishing me, loving me for I will do the same.”

She leaned closer, our lips so close and swore.

“Now and forever.”

“Now and forever, Y/N.” I echoed her promise, tears streaming down my face.

And we sealed it with a kiss so perfect it became a melody that would thrum in my heart until the last of my moments, and would go on and on, for evermore.

Undying.

Unafraid.

Unlike anything seen, heard or felt before.

Us.

-From A.

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Jealousy

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Author’s P.O.V.

Y/N was sick and tired of that bullshit. Ever since Elain arrived in Velaris to visit her sisters, Feyre and Nesta, Az was with her. They went to shops, restaurants and pretty much everywhere else. All the damn time.

To worsen it, this last month was rough on their relationship. Loads of work, constant arguments and sleeping on different beds was their new routine, and honestly, Y/N was so done with it. She tried time after time to get him to open up and share what left him so disturbed, like he had other times, but it was in vain. He became more distant, and was currently avoiding her. 

Tonight, she wanted a change. She missed her mate, and just wished it was over. Determined to go talk to Azriel, she headed to Feyre’s house, knowing that he would be there. 

As she walked the streets of the city, the sun was setting and an ocean breeze stirred lightly. It reminded her of when they met, years ago, and their first kiss. Smiling, she remembered those sweet moments, of glimmering glances and tentative touches.

Eventually, she arrived at the house and started to look for Azriel, hoping that the Inner Circle’s meeting was done. Roaming through the corridors, she caught his scent. And Elain’s, she realized with an exasperated sigh. Following it led to the main living room, and she would never be prepared to witness what happened before her eyes. 

Elain and Azriel. 

Kissing.

“What’s going on?”

Azriel turned around, startled. Shit. Holy shit. This is the last thing he needed. Looking into his mate’s eyes, he was panicking. Elain had kissed him, caught him by surprise, hoping he had feelings for her. But he did not want her. Elain has a mate. Elain is not Y/N. 

“Y/N, wait. This is not what you think, just let —

Y/N's bitter laugh cut him off. Stepping closer, she glared at him. “It makes sense now. You acting distant and harsh, ignoring me all this time. How long has this happened.” Her cold voice tugged at his guts. “Actually, don’t answer me. You know, if you didn’t want me around anymore, you should’ve said it. But now it’s crystal clear.” She turned on her heels, and stormed out of the room.

Az moved, holding her wrist.

“Do not dare touch me.” Poison laced her voice, as she met his eyes at last. The anger there was enough to make him flinch, and he let go.

Desperate to get out of there, she stomped away from that place, hair whipping furiously. Tears came to her eyes, but she blinked them away. She had never been this angry, or heartbroken. Hungry for revenge, an idea came to her. Her smirk was devilish. She arrived home, put on his favorite dress, fixed her hair and painted her lips a bloodred tint. And like this, she went out seeking for the main part of the plan. Ace.

Now, Ace was a fae male who worked in the Rainbow. Handsome and with a talent for music, he was a charming male straight out of one of those smutty books Y/N owned. Azriel made sure she knew how much he hated the guy’s guts (with those green eyes and oh so perfect blond hair), even when she never had feelings for Ace.

With a killer look, she walked around Velaris and spotted tonight’s target. She reached him, asked if he wanted to have a drink and dance for a while, and he agreed without hesitance.

So they drank into the night, and he eventually invited her for a dance. She obliged, but as soon as the music started YN regretted it. It felt wrong, like it was missing something.  This wasn’t Az. And she hated herself for being so foolish, in believing that the pain would go away this easy. That his presence would just vanish from her heart, even when it was burned into her soul.

Walking home, she wanted the day to be done. Y/N barely remembered bidding goodbye to a very confused Ace, her mind still clouded with everything that happened. She never expected anything like that from Az, even after years of relationship and many problems faced together.

Y/N reached her apartment, opened the door and found Az waiting for her. Seeing him made her anger rise to the brim, and she wasn’t the only one that was mad.

“You were with Ace?” He seethed, standing up from the couch. His blood boiled at her scent mixed with his.

“Yes.” 

“Why?”

She stilled, drunk in jealousy. 

“Why?! Oh I wonder why. Maybe” walking towards him, pressing his back against a wall “it was because you were kissing dear sweet Elain in the middle of a fucking living room.” They stood closely now “Maybe it’s because I feel like a fucking idiot for falling in love.” Their breaths mingled, and Y/N’s gaze burned him. With anger, with panic, with… desire.

She glanced at his lips. The room was filled by their aroused scent. 

She pounced on him. His lips met her with unwavering hunger, devouring her, and she equaled him. A delightful heat started between her legs and clouded her mind, enhanced by his now roaming hands all over her. A moan left her lips, and she felt him grow hard against her stomach. She palmed him through his pants, and his hips jerked.

Grabbing her wrists, he pushed her against the opposite wall and pinned them above her head. She whined in protest, and pushed her body into his. He went crazy with desire, her dress made her look like a goddess. All he wanted was to put his scent over that male’s.

“Jump” He ordered.

She did, wrapping her legs around him, with his hands now supporting her, fingers digging on her ass.

The kisses now were more important than air itself, their lips greedy for each other. Taking them to the bedroom, the shadowsinger was going mad for her. Y/N was on her own path to insanity, as her hands struggled with the buttons of his shirt and her body begged for more attention. 

He set her down and their kissing halted, overtaken by the need to shed their clothes. Fast. Mere seconds later, the pieces of clothing were discarded on the floor and the frenzy returned.

His mouth was on her lips, her neck, her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, begging for attention as he wrapped his lips around one, licked, sucked and bit down. Her moans got out of control, thighs clenched together. Moving on to the other nipple, her hands (who had been wandering around his wings) suddenly gripped his throbbing cock, and surprised, he moaned into her chest as he thrust forward against her hand.

Her other hand grabbed his shoulder, and pushed him into the bed. He let himself fall into his back, and she got onto her knees. He will go crazy tonight, she thought, I’ll make him. 

The feeling of her mouth around him made him moan loudly. The view of her hand touching herself as she sucked him off almost made him cum. He gritted his teeth, and tried to hold it. But, with exceptional expertise, she teased him to the edge. And denied him right after. Twice.

Now, ready for more, Y/N stood up, straddled him, guided his shaft to her entrance… and lowered herself. Their moans sounded, and she started to move. Up and down at first, and then she ground into his cock. She pinned him to the bed, as he did with her against the wall.

Azriel lost any scrape of sanity after this. 

Y/N couldn’t control herself, and said

“Does she ride you like this? Do you fuck her like this?”

His eyes glittered with the challenge. Getting out her grip, he freed his arms, slid out of her and flipped them over. Then he flipped her, positioning her on all fours. Slid back in. Grabbed her hair. Pressed his fingers on her clit. And whispered on her ear 

“Does he make you feel this, Y/N?”

Her response was only a sequence of squeals and screams, pleasure crashing into her with violent waves. Their release was close, and the thrusting became faster, sloppier, desperate. Azriel thrust one last time, deep and strong, as pinched her nub, and she came around him. He followed her, getting squeezed by her muscles, tightly and uncontrollably. 

Their exhausted bodies lay entangled on each other, neither daring to move. Azriel slid out of her after a few minutes, and she whimpered softly. Still on the bed with her back to him, Y/N worked up the courage to ask.

“Az, what happened there?” 

He took a deep breath.

“Elain is having trouble with Lucien and their relationship, she talked to me a lot about it. There’s a lot of crap going on between them, and I advised her as a friend. Exclusively as someone who wants the best for her.” His mate remained in silence, and that quiet despair started to take over him once again.

“Y/N," he touched her exposed back gently, “turn around and talk to me. Please.”

A beat of silence went by. Two. On the third she moved, and their eyes met. His bared nothing but honesty and love.

“I love you, Y/N. My mate, my best friend, my everything. I truly did not expect a kiss from Elain, and I have no interest in another. I’m yours.”

And hers bared nothing but thankfulness and adoration.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Az. I believe you,” he let out a breath of relief at the words, “ and I’m sorry. I acted wrongly in going to Ace, in not hearing you and in dumping my insecurities on this.” 

“What went on between the two of you?”

“We had drinks, he asked me to dance. I said yes, and lasted for half a song. Because it wasn’t you.”

Azriel said nothing, and her heart broke a little more. 

"Can you forgive me?”, she asked, her voice nothing more than a whisper.

He looked into her eyes, and thanked the Mother for such a stunning, courageous and honest female in his life.

“Yes.” She smiled brightly at his reply, touching their foreheads. “Can you forgive me? For making you feel insecure and for staying so distant? I shouldn’t have shut you out”

“I can, Az. And please, let’s not do this again.”

“Oh absolutely, it was dreadful” the shadowsinger agreed, and leaned in to kiss her lips, the trouble now forgotten.

And so they kissed.

Once.

Twice.

Their hands started to–

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-From A.

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All I see

Heyyy everyone!! Another one :) Kinda cute, so enjoy!!

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Author’s P.O.V.

Azriel was grumpy that night. His mission had failed. Elain, the lady he loved chose another over him. And, worst of all, every single one of his friends had someone to be with.

He loved them dearly, of course, but the loneliness started bothering him quite a while ago. Seeing them with a significant other made him long for one as well, especially after Feyre’s sister had given him hopes and ripped it away a moment later. 

But here he was, out for drinks and dancing in order to give Mor’s Slowly getting over heartbreak speech a try. She said that there would be a new singer tonight a Rita’s, who  “sang last week and enchanted everyone”. 

The table was busy with drinks, snacks, and Cassian’s dreadful jokes. He smiled once in a while, but his feelings, intense and turbulent, kept him from enjoying the night out. And yet, for whatever crazy reason, he stayed.

Soon enough, the lights dimmed and Mor requested their friends silence. A female stepped onto the small stage and looked to the crowd, which gave her little attention. Clad in a  backless velvet dress and red-tinted  lips, she looked stunning. Sitting on the tall stool, she clears her throat, raises her chin, and the band starts playing. Her eyes flutter closed and a small smile forms in her lips. 

Then, she sings. And it was fantastic.

The world stopped after hearing her voice. The crowded room and even Velaris itself never heard such voice. Her powerful tone echoed in the bar, nothing but her singing. The music rises into a crescendo and she starts grooving to the sound.

As the chorus starts, she opens her eyes once again, and his heart stopped in his chest. Stunning wasn’t enough to describe her. A goddess descended into this very city, and sang in front of him. Her eyes find his in the midst of all the others, looking into his soul and hitting the richest notes he’d ever heard with perfection.

The song went on, and he couldn’t stop gawking at her. He was sure he was drooling, and yet all he found himself capable of doing was staring. She reached its final part, the band slowing down, and her low notes sent chills up his body. 

Her eyes met his again. And only one word passed between them.

Mate.

The music went up again in a crescendo, unexpected and thrilling. They never looked away from each other, her brown eyes tantalizing him every second… Mother save him. 

The song reached its final words, and she smiled broad and brightly, while the bar applauded furiously. She looks away, lowering her head in a thank you, eyes glinting with pride and satisfaction.

The shadowsinger, now out of his trance, abruptly stands up and leaves, unsure of what to do. A mate, the one for him, to love and cherish. His, as he would be hers. The happiness he expected wasn’t there, overtaken by the shame of having someone so beautiful shackled to him, scared and ugly. Broken beyond repair, and underserving of it.

As he headed, to the House of Wind, he did not notice that she followed, similarly plagued by her own thoughts. Y/N struggled to keep up with his long strides, and started calling out for him.

“Wait! Please, just let me talk.” Her breath was raspy and she gasped “Slow down for a moment please!” But her cries sounded on deaf ears, and Azriel was drowning in his own worries.

“Oh for the Cauldron! Can't you just stop for a damn second?!” 

He froze, turning to the source of the female voice.

“Thank you”, she says calming her fast breathing “for waiting.”  She approached him slowly, afraid to scare him away.

“I’m Y/N.”

And, in that moment, the world shifted. Words failed him completely, and she went on.

“I saw you in the middle of the crowd, back at the bar.” Still hesitant, she keeps her small steps. “I felt the bond.”

He meets her halfway, also slowly.  Clearing his throat, he agrees. “I felt it too.”

Their eyes lock.

“Azriel. I’m Azriel.” 

The lovers, now finally united, stared into each other. 

And nothing else mattered.

Back at the rest of the Inner Circle’s conversation, they were astonished by what they had witnessed.

“That was an intense staring between those two. Sparks most certainly flew right there” said Feyre, after the shadowsinger left.

Mor opened a gentle smile, leaning against her lover Emerie, “ They looked like mates, right?” 

All agreed, and Rhys also chimed in, saying “I hope they were, they would look fantastic together. I’m happy for him, for them.”

Amren scoffed, “I would pray for the girl’s sanity. She is bound to stand all of you, since you people are his family.”

Cassian couldn’t help but retort “ Well, little accent one, I’m afraid you will be the main cause of her future madness. After all you are —

“Do not dare Cassian, or you favorite parts will be ripped from your body”

Their banter and laughter echoed into the night, while a certain pair, in another part of town, shared their first moments together, a preview of the many more that would come.

- From A.

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Mate

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Here you go with another one, super fluffy + little angsty! 

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! Nightmares, blood mentions.

Y/N P.O.V.

The sun warmed our backs. I glance to my side, to see my Azriel’s profile. The slightly crooked nose, the high cheekbones, the shadow of a stubble on his jaw. Turning fully, I move to sit in his lap and stare into his chocolate eyes.

“My mate.” — I say as I trace his beautiful features — “I love you, Az”.

 Happiness fills my heart as he smiles at me, but a black winged figure heads straight at us. I glance at it, and terror dampens my senses. Attor. A single one, in our direction baring two swords at his side and a murderous smile on his pale lips.

“There’s an Attor coming, we have to go.”

I stand up grabbing Azriel’s hand, but he stays motionless and gives me dazed grin. 

“Az? We have to go!” 

Nothing. The evil creature flies faster and faster.

“Az, let’s go! Please, get up we have to move!”

I grab his face, tugging on his arm, begging pleading praying for him to run. I grab his chin yelling at his face. My throat is raw and dry, and my voice breaks. I kneel before him, touching his forehead on mine.

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

A spear pierced his stomach. The Attor, now behind him, raises his other sword, and abruptly, an invisible force holds me down. I can’t move. I trash inside my head, forcing my limbs to move but nothing happens. 

I find myself forced to watch the blade cut Azriel’s throat, his blood shining and dripping down. I scream again. Over and over and over. His limp body falls back, the Attor nowhere be seen. I try to stop the bleeding and my lips pray to the Mother for help, for a way out of this hell, for anything.

Grabbing his face, I beg even more.

“Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

Tears stream down my eyes and it becomes hard to breathe. Air doesn’t come inside my lungs, and I scramble away from his still body. Panic drowns me, as I turn around running away from this hell… only to stumble into the Attors blade.

I look down to blade impaling me and —

Azriel’s P.O.V. 

I walk into the cozy apartment, dark from the night outside. Hearing Y/N’s  calm breathing from the room, I assume she’s asleep. Dropping Truth-Teller on the table and my jacket on the couch, I roll my shoulders, the muscles tense and stiff.  A few minutes later, I drink a cup of tea leaning against the kitchen’s counter, when a crie pierces the quiet night. I bolt towards her room, sword in hands, bursting through the door. I find her writhing in bed, tangled in the blankets. A nightmare. Leaving the blade on the floor, I slowly approach her figure. The cries worsen, turning to an almost screaming, and my heart breaks. 

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

Touching her gently, she flinches away, scared and still asleep.

“ Y/N, you have to wake up.” I speak softly, but to no difference. 

Grabbing her shoulders, she trashes against my hold, and cries more. 

“ Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

My eyes burn, and I speak louder.

“Y/N, you have to wake up. This is a nightmare, open your eyes. I’m here, my love.”

Suddenly, she stops moving and her pleading cries turn into broken sobs. Tears stream down her face, and I roar her name. 

Her eyes open, startled and scared, and meet mine. Her breathing falters, and a dam bursts in her. Flinging herself at me, holding me with desperate hands she cries loudly. I don’t ask what happened and we stay there with a strong hold around each other. 

“I'm your mate. I’m here.” 

I repeat it over and over, and after some time, her tears stop. Pulling back to meet my face, she lays her hands on my cheeks.

“You’re here.” 

“ I am.” 

She lets out a relived breath.

“ I had a nightmare. An attor was there, and he k-killed you and then h-he —

“Y/N. I’m here. I’m fine” 

Her hands slide to my throat, touching so lightly, and head towards my stomach. She stays quiet.

“Are you alright, mate?” 

A small smile tugs at lips.

“Do you want a hug, mate? Or perhaps some tea?”

She huffs a laugh.

“Aha! I know what you would like very much. Do you want a kiss, mate? I could give one, you know, but only with a price.”

“Oh really? You don’t say… making me pay for your kisses, that is just evil. I will go bankrupt because of that.”

“I do not have the intention of asking for money, mate. I want two very simple things. The first one is an answer. Are you alright?”

“A little better. Not much.”

“Okay… we can fix that, can’t we mate?”

I say with a reassuring smile.

“Now for the second. This is the hardest thing in the world. It will be a very big challenge, but you must try in order to get a kiss. Give me… a smile.”

Her eyes glint, and she assumes a serious face. 

“Well, mate, this is indeed a challenge unlike any other. But, for you, I must give a try.”

And then, she just smiles. And the world shines. 

Laying her down softly, our breaths mingling. I kiss her lips lightly. Lifting her head more, eyes closed, she seeks another one but I back away slightly.

She opens her eyes, and a playful gleam shines in her eyes.

“I am outraged, I bought a kiss! I only got a peck, you little liar.”

“You want a kiss, mate?”

“Of course, mate. I was promised one, after all”

“Well, I could give you one, you know, but only with a price.” 

“Oh my! — she says with a giggle — What would that price be?” 

- From A.

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Pillowtalk

Hi!! My first one, so go easy on me :) hope u enjoy (it’s kinda fluffy ☺️☺️)

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WARNING! There’s a little smut in there

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Y/N P.O.V.

My back aches. My head aches. Oh heavens, running a shop is never easy, but lately it has been killing me. After a full day of work with lots of clients and lots of paperwork, all I can think of is a hot bath and some warm tea. But to actually get up is a harder task then it seems. Suddenly, I find myself supporting my head on the table and closing my eyes, and sleep finds me easily.

Az P.O.V.

I silently walk inside the apartment, the lights are out and Y/N is no where to be seen. I hear her breathing and head towards her office, only to find her asleep on her own desk. Worry seeps over me. She has worked a lot lately and the bags under her eyes are growing.

Sighing, I lift her up carefully in my arms and take her to the bedroom. But as I lay her down, she groggily opens her eyes and mutters

“Wait, I haven’t showered yet”

A smile grows on my face as I watch her.

“Well then let me help you”

She wraps her arms around my neck, and I take us to the bathtub. Undressing us both, getting inside myself and as I guide Y/N into the hot water, a groan comes out of her lips.

“Wow, how could I let my lover stay so uncared for? Would you like a massage my dear?” I ask in a whisper next to her ear, and she leans back on me.

“I’ve been abandoned indeed... I’ll need lots of massages to help me feel loved again” she responds in a sultry voice.

With that tone, I harden against her and she turns around, with lust in her eyes.

“Let me take care of you Y/N”

Her lips lay on mine, and she whispers against them.

“I’m yours, Az.”

A shudder goes over me, and love floods my heart. Taking the sponge in my hands, she leans back again and I rub it all over her. Her strong arms, her flat stomach, her long legs, her hardening nipples... I loose myself in her. Our scents merged together, my hand in between her folds. She moans louder louder louder, and her release reaches her in strong waves. Her lean body goes slack atop mine, breathing heavily. She closes her eyes, in bliss.

Y/N P.O.V

Oh, Az. I missed you so much, i think. I turn around, to return the same pleasure, but he stops me gently with a hand to my cheek.

“There’s no need Y/N, you’re tired. Besides, its my turn to give you some love here. You always do it for me without hesitation.”

My eyes burn as he talks, and with my throat tight, I only nod and agree with him. He finishes bathing us both with his beautiful hands, gets up and out of the tub. I watch him intently. His graceful moves, his defined muscles, his wings. A towel is wrapped around his waist and a droplet of water runs down the sculptured chest and stomach, into the-

“Distracted, Y/N?”

I look up towards his eyes, knowing I got caught. A smirk creeps into my face, and I shrug.

“Maybe”

He holds out a hand and wraps me in a soft towel. We head towards the bedroom again and he tells me.

“Change into some clothes, I’ll get you some tea”

Five minutes later, we were snuggled against each other with tea and blankets. I stare deep into his eyes, delight filling my chest.

“Ah, this is great, you’re an angel Az. Thank you, I’d be in trouble without you.”

“ It’s not that much, my love.”

“ Azriel, this is everything. You are everything”

From A.

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Hi there! I’m a writer and I’m new around here, so I want to give this a shot ☺️ I have read a lot of books and now, I want to start something new...

I’m thinking about writing some Azriel ACOTAR imagines! I’ll start with some of my own but requests are open :)

Please know that English is not my first language and I’m still learning how to use the platform (help and constructive criticism is always welcome)

Thanks for reading, A.