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[hellwantfuckme]

Can’t resist you.

author’s note: it’s a silly little thing, short.

You had a bittersweet feeling in your chest. The way Azriel's hand firmly gripped your hip was what caused that feeling as he guided you up the stairs. He knew you would get into trouble, he had wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible. He knew you couldn't stand the people of the Autumn Court, and the way your sharp tongue pretended to spit out brutal facts had made him hard, just like the way your back tensed and straightened and your breasts became slightly more prominent in that dress that... Azriel's grip on your hip tightened, as if he intended to leave marks. You swallowed hard, feeling the air entering your lungs like marijuana smoke, leaving you dazed, dizzy.

"Where...?" You tried to ask, eyes fluttering to Azriel's stoic and hard face.

"Silence," he commanded, a single order that made you shut your mouth and made a tingling sensation settle between your thighs. You looked ahead. He guided you through the corridors, you recognized where he was taking you, the way to your room. A defeated sigh escaped your lips, and he squeezed your hip, almost painfully, as if saying, "if you didn't want to be thrown out of the meeting, you should have kept that smart mouth shut." He didn't loosen his grip, and you swallowed because you felt a small wave of hard excitement sweeping over you. You took a deep breath, you were not used to this Azriel: he was angry with you, he was being tough on you. There was no mistaking him for the usual gentle touches.

You arrived at your room and he opened the door, guiding you inside. The room filled with light from the wall of windows, stacks of books here and there, the bed unmade. But Azriel didn't even glance around, he simply turned you towards him using the grip on your hip, locked hazel eyes with yours, you felt he could grab your jaw if you tried to look elsewhere.

"Why?" He asked, his voice dropping two octaves, your breathing quickened and he leaned towards you. And as if sensing your doubt, he pulled you towards him, almost pressing you against his hard chest. You felt something hard brushing your abdomen, you didn't have time to register it before Azriel's rough voice reached your ears again.

"You had to open that smart mouth, right? You had to say what we all already knew. Do you know that Rhysand will have to clean up what you said?" You looked at him from under your lashes, licking your lips. Perhaps his words said one thing, but his touch burned and his eyes were darkened, and you had to squeeze your thighs together. Azriel didn't miss that gesture, and you swore that the honey color of his eyes became dense, that his hand pulled you closer to him, that he tensed.

"I wasn't lying and..." you tried to defend yourself, feeling the words coming out on their own because you were too focused on his closeness, the heart beating like a drum in your ears.

"It's not about whether you were lying," he snapped. "It's about how you said it, what you caused." Azriel pushed you against the wall forcefully, his body pressed against yours, his hot breath on your neck. You could feel every tense muscle, every inch of skin prickling with the intensity of the situation. His lips brushed your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you think you can play with fire and not get burned?" He whispered hoarsely, his hand moving up your waist to grip your neck firmly. A moan escaped your lips, a mixture of fear and desire, as his grip became more possessive.

"I warned you to stay out of it, but you always have to let your smartass remarks fly, don't you? Always the smartest in the room." His tone was sharp, filled with a mix of fury and uncontrollable desire. You could feel his body vibrating against yours, the tension palpable in the air.

Azriel stared at you, his hazel eyes shining with an intensity that took your breath away. You could see the raw desire in his gaze, the lust consuming him and pulling you along. You knew you were in danger, but you also knew you didn't want to stay away from him.

"You should make it up to us." His words were a threatening whisper, but his burning gaze told you otherwise. You knew you were in trouble, but deep down, you wished the tension between you would unleash in a whirlwind of passion, which you had been holding back for too long.

Azriel pushed you against the wall roughly, his body pressing yours with force as his intense gaze searched yours. You could feel his warm breath on your face, his dominant presence filling the room.

"Do you think I'll let it slide just because it's you?" His hands slid down your body, exploring every curve with determination, sending electric currents through your skin, feeling a mix of fear and excitement running through your body. You knew you were in danger, that you were facing an Azriel you didn't know, but you also felt a magnetic attraction towards him, a wild and uncontrollable connection.

Azriel tilted his head towards yours, his lips brushing yours with a delicacy that contrasted with the fierceness of his actions. A moan escaped from your throat, betraying your deepest desires.

"What do you really want, love?" he murmured, his warm breath caressing your skin. His fingers slid under the fabric of your dress, caressing your naked skin with an intensity that left you breathless.

Your mind struggled to maintain control, but your body responded to his caresses with an unbridled urgency. You knew you were in danger, that you were playing with fire, but in that moment, with Azriel so close, everything else disappeared.

Desire burned in your veins, consuming you completely. You were trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, not knowing whether to flee or let yourself be carried away by the passion that threatened to consume you completely.

Azriel looked at you with dark eyes full of forbidden promises, and you knew in that instant that there was no turning back.

You feel it in every fiber of your being, the tension between you is palpable, almost tangible. Azriel holds you tightly, his penetrating gaze fixed on yours, his lips barely parted, as if he were holding back a wild roar. The room feels small, the air dense, charged with electricity and repressed desire.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice barely a trembling murmur. You try to look away, but it's impossible. His presence envelops you, consumes you, makes you feel alive in a way you had never experienced.

Azriel approaches slowly, his warm breath caressing your face. You can feel the accelerated pulse of his heart, the heat of his body brushing against yours. Every inch of skin that touches awakens a storm of sensations inside you.

"Apologizing is not enough," he murmurs, his voice hoarse and full of desire. His hands slide down your waist, slowly ascending your back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. It makes you shiver, makes you gasp, makes you want more.

You feel the heat between your legs, the accumulating moisture, the consuming need. Azriel perceives it, knows it, desires it. His lips approach yours, barely brushing in a tempting touch. The promise of something more, of an uncontrollable desire that burns between you.

"I can't resist you," Azriel confesses, his voice hoarse and full of longing. His lips capture yours in a fiery, wild, desperate kiss. You immerse yourself in the whirlwind of sensations, in the unbridled passion that consumes both of you.

[hellwantfuckme]

I’m back with another modern!au idea because you write them SO well, and it immediately made me think of you.

I was thinking Aelin is an influencer, reader is a photographer and they meet on a set ? Maybe reader either doesn’t really know who Aelin is, or pretends she doesn’t? I could see Aelin going all out to try and win her over

sorry that’s all over the place! I love your writing and you’re a wonderful person ♥️

PHOTOSHOOT

a/n;; i LOVE your ideas and i love writing modern au!!!! AND YOURE ALSO A WONDERFUL PERSON AND YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING

WARNINGS;; a little suggestive at the end, angst to fluff

aelin ashryver galathynius, also known as aelin galathynius or a.g. was the most important influencer erilea has ever seen. 

every brand wanted her, she was… beautiful wasn’t the word to describe her, she was a goddess, created by the gods. 

and she was going to have a photoshoot with her. working as a photographer in the most famous clothing brand of terrasen, she was nervous. extremely nervous. she had followed her career since day one, and she loved her. she knew aelin didn’t remember her, at that time she was still studying to be a photographer, in charge of helping the main photographer, she had watched aelin pose for the pictures, and when the photoshoot was done, she had managed to talk to her. 

but that was 3 years ago, and now as the main photographer, she was going to see her again. and she had to pretend she didn’t know her.

“i want the spotlight there, and the bench in the center, and-”

“hello everyone!” 

she was here. ready for the photoshoot. 

breathe in. breathe out. breathe in. breathe out.

when she was ready, she turned to her. aelin was wearing a black suit, heels and golden jewelry. the makeup was simple and still, she looked gorgeous. she walked a step, two, three steps, until she was in front of her. 

“hi, im the photographer in charge of everything, you must be aelin, right?” she said, shaking her hand.

“the one and only.” she answered, and her eyes narrowed a bit. “have we met before? i think i know you…”  

“no, i dont think so, im new here”

“oh well, that’s perfect” she lowered her voice “i didn’t like the other one, he was a bit weird”

“yeah, he was,” they both laughed. “well, let’s begin”

she had never done a photoshoot like this. the photos were incredible, and they don't have to be retouched. every pose, every face, every angle was perfect. she was perfect. she thought. and she looked at her while she talked to the makeup artists. impossible. impossible to be with her. she was only a photographer, and she was an influencer, she could have anyone she wanted with a smile. a girl in charge came up to her, asking her about some photos.

and she didn’t know aelin was looking at her.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆—————————☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ —————————

she saw aelin again. and again. and again. 

apparently, she said in a magazine that she was the best photographer she had ever worked with. would you work with her again? yes, of course. she had answered. 

and she worked with her. and everytime she worked with her, aelin would find a way to talk to her. minutes, half hour, hours… until the hours they saw each other at work turned into dates, always avoiding the paparazzis, or that was what they thought. 

BREAKING NEWS: AELIN GALATHYNIUS HAS BEEN SEEN WITH THE FAMOUS BRAND PHOTOGRAPHER T.D.

no, no, no, no. 

this wasn’t happening. this had to be a joke. 

her phone rang. again. again. again. four messages. aelin, but she couldn’t talk to her, not now that she had ruined her career. 

her heartbeat was going fast. too damn fast. she needed to breathe. 

in. out. in. out. in .out. in-

the door bell. 

she walked to the door, and before she could she anything, a golden storm entered her home. 

“why haven’t you answered my messages?” 

“aelin don’t-”

“please answer me”

“i… this aelin, is too much. too fucking much. do you have an idea of the people that are going to talk about me? you’re an influencer aelin. you are famous, and i'm only a photographer, i'm going to be the one night stand, the girl who was with aelin because of the money, for the prestige, the slut of aelin galathynius” she didn’t know she was crying until she felt her tears wet her shirt. “and as much as i like talking to you, this has to stop”

“are you done?”

her eyes widened “what? wait. have you heard anything i've said?”

aelin walked to her. taking her face with her hands, she sighed. “i’ve been waiting months for this”

she looked at her eyes. “for what?”

aelin smiled, and her answered… 

kissing aelin felt like the summer breeze. dancing with fire in the forest. she tasted like lemon verbena, crackling embers and jasmine, and she thought she was going to burst into flames. 

she didn’t know how much time passed until they broke away, desperate for oxygen. she wasn’t able to open her eyes, but she felt aelin’s gaze on her face. opening her eyes slowly,  aelin smiled at her. 

“you know what this means? this, and this” she took her hand, placing it above her heart “is your’s. you’re the only one i want with me, you’re the only one i love”

“who are you and what have you done with aelin?” aelin laughed. loud and happy.  “well and now, why don't we celebrate that we are together?”

she laughed as her arm hugged her by her shoulders.

“that’s my girl”

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[hellwantfuckme]

I love the way nesta antis are absolutely crying rn🤭

[hellwantfuckme]

warm it until it fades

summary: azriel makes you company while you're feeling lonely

author's note: I just wanted to write something, idc this is lazy or (and) short.

Your life was neither lonely nor sad. You had plenty of friends, all with generally lively personalities, generally fun. And you had a steady job, a stable home, something you were still getting used to having, generous income with which you even had enough to spend on books, dresses, creams, and the kind of expensive things you hadn't expected to put a finger on again.

But when you sat on the wide sofa in your apartment, you realized that even though logic, which was an important pillar in your life, claimed that you had a good life, you didn't feel that way. When you sat, with nothing else to do on a Saturday night but to read, you felt alone, and you felt sad.

And it was perhaps partly your fault.

You had a family. You had once had a family. One too complicated, one too hard. The image of the perfect family, the roses that decorated the edges of family portraits, it had drowned you. No. Rather, you had been drowned by the thorns of the roses, which had pierced your skin too deeply, which had made you bleed too much. Two very rich nobles of the Spring Court, powerful and influential, had been your parents. But your mother had lost her mind years ago, and your father struggled to stay afloat in a brutal society. And all that was your being and your power, your brightness and personality, had been subsumed thanks to your parents. What they had made of you. And you had been a rebellious teenager and had fought to keep what was yours by birth, what they were not supposed to take from you.

They still took it from your hands.

You had been friends with the High Lord of the Night Court long before you had even met the one who was now the High Lady of the Night Court, and both, at different times and situations, had offered you shelter here. If you ever felt brave enough, if you were ever in danger.

And as soon as you had the chance to escape, when you realized it was you or them, you chose yourself. And you chose your peace.

And you still preferred to be in your half-decorated, quiet and peaceful apartment, alone, than in a mansion full of screams and chaos, accompanied.

You had little else to do, other than to try to ignore the emptiness in your chest. An emptiness that ironically felt more than any emotion. A good book and a quiet afternoon usually did the trick of making you forget it. Although they never truly made you forget it, right? There was always a bitter taste in your mouth when you murmured the words you read, it was always there.

The huge balcony doors of the living room were wide open. There were no curtains covering the wonderful views or preventing a gentle fresh summer breeze, carrying the smell of sea salt and the sound of the happy streets of Velaris, from coming in. In the middle of summer, keeping them closed seemed suffocating to you.

You heard a flutter outside, getting closer and closer. You recognized it immediately, and unable to help it, the corners of your mouth curved upwards just slightly, foolishly. And your body sank deeper into the sofa as you looked away from your book, a warmth filling your chest.

You heard the clean landing of Ilyrio inside your home through the balcony. You still wondered how he did it so easily, smoothly. Every time you tried to see it happen, it happened too quickly to catch anything. You only knew that it was Azriel's favorite way to come in.

And you didn't think about closing them, in case he took that as a closed door. Although being his way of entering, it would indeed be a closed door.

You didn't look up from the book in your hands, although in reality your heart raced when you felt it rather than heard it, walk towards you. And stand right behind, powerful, looking over your shoulder at your book. He scanned the ink-written letters. His scent reached you, wrapping around you like a blanket. From now on you knew that his scent persisted when he was gone, you would pretend not to, but you loved it. As if you weren't really so alone.

"Nothing obscene this time?" Azriel asked, the gentle teasing in his tone very obvious, and you could feel him raising an eyebrow.

The last time, he caught you reading the most intense obscene work you had ever owned. And you blushed like an idiot and felt embarrassed. You wouldn't have normally, in fact, you wouldn't have minded anyone catching you reading such things. But it caught you off guard, because Azriel had read the whole chapter while standing behind you without you noticing, and it had been dirty. Very.

This time you did look at him, with a frown, and let him know that it wasn't funny.

Raising your head and stretching your neck to look at him, from your seated position.

Azriel's features softened, and you couldn't help but notice. The way the tension left him.

"So funny, Azriel," you murmured. He gave you a smirk that made you dizzy, as if to say "indeed."

He moved, walking over to sit next to you on the couch. His side of the couch. Which was already slightly sunken with his weight and the times and hours he had spent there.

He leaned in, taking the book from your hands and placing it on the coffee table. You frowned, ready to retort, when he grabbed your wrists and in a quick maneuver, placed you on his lap. Your knees on either side of his hips, and his face incredibly close to your own. His scarred hands held each of your wrists firmly, but carefully, in the same way he was careful when he touched you, incredibly aware of his scars.

Your heart pounded, and you felt the blood rush to your face very fast, intensely.

The corners of his lips curved up as his hazel eyes caught the red tint in your skin, those dangerously sensual lips that seemed to be having a lot of fun. You recognized the way his eyes sparkled and his features lit up, as always when he did one of these things. Cornering you against the kitchen counter, placing both hands on your waist to move you out of his way and keeping them there longer than would be a casual touch, leaning in to whisper something in your ear with a hand on your hip as if to keep you from moving away.

He had found out too quickly, as was to be expected considering he was the Spymaster of the Court for a reason, that the color only rose to your cheeks if he touched you, if he got too close. And you had thought that he would follow his usual pattern, because he was not exceptionally known for being very touchy.

He was more than willing to ignore the way he couldn't help thinking about how ugly his hands looked against your impeccable, smooth skin, to see that precious color in your cheeks. To see your brown eyes open in surprise.

His grip on your wrists tightened a little, to test the waters. Your heart hammered against your chest, as if it wanted to come out of its place.

His eyes made their way down, as if they could see where your heart was beating wildly.

"Nervous, troublemaker?"

If you had been in another situation, you would have rolled your eyes at the nickname. You just swallowed, and his hazel eyes followed the movement of your throat. They stopped on your tender skin for a moment, two. A longing glow appeared, and he leaned a little, just a little, as if he wanted to see how you reacted, if you moved away.

"No," you lied. Although it was damn obvious that it was.

Azriel licked his lips, his eyes met yours. He still held your wrists, still was very close. And he leaned in more.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as Azriel's face was damn close to your neck. You felt his lips sweep the skin there, and your head tilted a little, giving more space.

His lips pressed against your skin, soft and warm. Just above your pulse. You let out a breath, a sigh that you didn't know you had been holding. You felt him freeze for a second, but the next kiss he gave on your neck was firmer. Following the line of your pulse.

He pulled away, leaned back. You immediately missed the warmth on your skin, you wanted to feel it again, you wanted his lips again.

But it was his gaze that you found instead. A look that held an emotion, a promise.

And you believed it. You believed that promise that was nothing more than a silent understanding between you and him. You believed that he could make the hollow in your chest disappear. Warm it until it faded.

[hellwantfuckme]

MY HEART OML 😭 ❤️‍🩹

MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS

a/n;; i have to say that i love writing couples x reader with the pregnant trope :"). also im going to upload three more fics with 1st person and that would be the last one's, my next fics would be written in 3rd.

WARNINGS;; none just fluff

a sigh falls from your lips as you rub your eyes. 

you had woken up at 1 am because your daughter had decided to move on your belly, waking you up. and now at 3 am, you couldn’t fall asleep again and even worse. you were craving toasts with tomato and ham, and maybe some juice. 

but you didn’t want to wake up your mates, tired from running the night court, they had fallen asleep the moment they lay down. 

as if they were feeling you, two pairs of arms circle your belly, carefully not to hurt it.

“what’s wrong darling?” rhys voice is raspy from waking up. 

you feel guilty the moment you hear him. “nothing.”

feyre takes your face, turning it so you can look at her. “you know you can talk to us. we are here for you and the baby”

your eyes move from her and you look at their hands intertwine on your belly. protecting her, your daughter, her daughter, his daughter. 

“it’s stupid.”

“please, don’t start again, we have talked about it, darling. nothing about you is stupid. come on, tell us”

“im craving toasts with tomato and ham, and maybe orange juice, which i think we don't have but im craving it so much” you ramble.

a low laugh from rhys and feyre kiss your cheek. “okay, let’s go make some toasts” rhys is the first to leave the bed and you hear his steps, feyre helps you stand and once you are on your feet, she kisses you softly, her lips are soft like a feather and you think you are never getting over it. the love they have for you it’s something you have never felt, and you are grateful for having them in your life. 

taking your hand, feyre leads you to the kitchen where a shirtless rhys is making the toasts.

“you know, im going to ban you rhys”

his eyes get bigger when he hears you. “wait. what? what have i done?

feyre is trying to hold her laugh. 

“for being so hot, and walking shirtless around the house, you can’t do that” a smile on your face. rhys starts to laugh, making you and feyre laugh too. still laughing, he leaves the plate in front of you, and before moving away, he leaves a kiss on your lips. “you still love it, darling.”

“what i’m going to love are these toasts, so, if you forgive me.”

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

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[hellwantfuckme]

im just-

— “you can even call me daddy, give you someone to look up to”

⋆˙⟡ pairing: azriel x reader, inner circle mentioned

⋆˙⟡ summary: headcanons for daddy az

⋆˙⟡ warnings: ddlg themes, daddy kink, az being yummy, mentions of violence, he has an unhealthy obsession with you, brattamer big dick az ugh

⋆˙⟡ amara’s note: i’ve thought about daddy az forever, time to make my dreams come true😈😈😈 this is why i love writing bc if i want to read something, i’ll just write it🤷🏽‍♀️

- sugar daddy azriel who meets you while he’s out shopping for solstice gifts. He meets you in the most random way.

- sugar daddy azriel who eyes widen in shock when he sees a half naked figure standing in the middle of the store, holding up two dresses.

"Hiii, excuse me, mister. Which one do you think looks better on me?" You step closer, draping both dresses over your body, seeking his opinion as you look up at him for an answer.

Azriel is utterly floored; he's seen plenty of pretty women, but you look out of this world beautiful. He almost checks his pulse to make sure he's still alive. Initially, he looks around, questioning if it's truly him you're addressing. After all, who in their right mind would approach the spymaster himself for a fashion debate?

Hearing the tapping of your foot and the huffed breath, Azriel notices the cute little furrow in your brows as you wait for his answer. Responding with a small smile, he's genuinely amused by the sight of you.

“Why not get both of them? They both look great on you.” Azriel's heart flips as he hears your angelic laughter echoing through the store, captivated by the delightful sound.

“i can’t take both of them, silly, i can barely afford one of them.” Azriel insists you leave the dresses with him and go get dressed.

During your absence, he takes the initiative, purchasing both dresses for you. When you return, he's waiting by the doors with bags in hand, ready to surprise you.

- sugar daddy azriel who asks you out on a date because he can’t stop thinking about you. After several dates and many gifts he offically asks you if he can fund your lifestyle. At first you’re a bit hesitant but he reassures you that he wouldn’t force you to anything, he has grown fond of you and wants to take care of you.

- sugar daddy azriel who develops some sort of sick obsession with you. He doesn’t even become your sugar daddy for something in return. He is not quite sure why he’s so hung up on you, but he simply cannot let you go. You’re too… intoxicating and special.

- sugar daddy azriel who isn’t subtle at all when offering to pay you. He is very clear about what he wants. He outright asks you to be his sugar baby. He has an overflowing bank account and no one to spend it on, so this is great for the both of you.

- sugar daddy azriel who has to hide his obsession with you spending his money. His body has a reaction every time he takes you shopping and he’s carrying several bags of expensive clothes, shoes, jewllery etc.

- sugar daddy azriel who almost wants to smile when you grow worried at the sight of the numerous bags, knowing that this hasn’t made so much as a dent in his account. Being the spymaster certainly pays well…

- sugar daddy azriel who remembers how nervous you were the first time he took you shopping. You were quite nervous and shy in the beginning but after a few shopping trips you had grown more comfortable and relaxed, marveling at the thought of your daddy dropping huge stacks of money on you.

- sugar daddy azriel who doesn’t care how small the amount is, if it’s just a sandwhich you want or if you’re eyeing a house, he’ll buy it for you

- sugar daddy azriel who enjoys the way you grab his hands and cling to his sides while in public. He loves the way you cling even harder when other females lay their eyes on him a bit too long for your liking. He is yours and you will not share, ever.

- sugar daddy azriel who funds new projects around your house. New wallpapers? Done. New bed? Done. Want to rip out the kitchen and install a new, more modern version? Done.

-sugar daddy azriel who enjoys when you strip infront of him. He sits in a chair with you infront of him, giving him a show because you want a new diamond necklace and earrings set. Of course he’d buy it for you anyways, but where’s the fun in that? You like a challenge and like it even more wehn he's throwing bills on you, making it rain. And this is Azriel, so he only throws hundreds at you making it super easy to gather enough money for the sparkly set.

- sugar daddy azriel whose deep obsession with you takes over when he sees men hitting on you. In no fucking world is he letting other males live after they make you uncomfortable in any way. His sweet girl’s comfort comes before anything and everything. And there’s nothing wrong with his methods, I mean, he’s only taking care of you!!!

Oh, that man over there tried to touch you? Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, Azriel will take care of it. You say there’s a bad man that follows you around all the time? Yes, how strange that he seems to have disappeared…

- sugar daddy azriel who absolutely refuses to initiate anything intimate or sexual with you at first. It’s not because he doesn’t want to, TRUST ME he does, but he’s afraid you’ll think it’s some sort of payment for spoiling you.

- sugar daddy azriel who isn’t aware of your secret desperation. Azriel has no clue how much you're into him. You've totally fallen for the guy, but every time he turns down your moves, it just bums you out a bit more. Eventually, you decide that you’ve had enough, you’re gonna face this problem head on.

Feeling the need to be perfect, you go all out—nails, haircut, the works. Now, you're at his apartment, all dolled up and ready to turn on the charm, hoping to seduce Azriel. He has been treating you so good these last few months and you want to reciprocate in any way possible.

As Azriel enters his house, he's fully aware of your presence. His throat goes dry, jaw clenches, and his body tenses seeing you clad in a barely-there nightgown, leaving him momentarily captivated.

“What is going on, sweetheart?” he practically rasps out the words. He has to stand still or else he’ll pounce on you.

“You’re so good to me, daddy, treating me and making me feel like a princess. I really wanna return the favor.”

“You know you don't have to... I made it clear I was doing this because I wanted to spoil you,” Azriel insists, not wanting you to feel obligated.

However, you place a delicate hand on his sturdy chest. “I told you, Azzie, I wanna do this. I've been wanting to please you for a while now. You deserve it, please let me."

Those words are all it takes to sell him; any remaining self-restraint flies out the window. After all, he couldn’t really deny you, right? Not when you were asking so nicely.

- sugar daddy azriel who spends that entire night showing you how you deserve to be treated, worshipped, loved. He has you feeling new things, experiencing new levels of pleasure. After that night, he makes sure to keep you satisfied, never once denying you pleasure, unless you’re mouthing off and are bratty, of course…

He tells you to breathe through your nose, the only real warning you get before his big cock enters your mouth.

You try not to gag on the size, but come on, it’s azriel.

“Mouthy little brats like yourself don’t deserve to talk. What was it you said before, hmm… Ah yes, ‘ shut the fuck up azriel, i don’t wanna talkkk.’ You’re certainly not speaking now, are you?”

You try to shake your head, deciding that it’s best to just obey him and hopefully get to cum tonight.

He’ll chuckle when he sees how messy your face looks when he pulls his cock out. Your spit and his cum mix on the lower half of your face, salty tears appear on your soft, hot cheeks.

Azriel finds your sniffling cute. He's proud of you for doing well. You had been snappy with him, only responding in clipped, short sentences because you felt neglected. And if you spoke to him, you made sure to be rude and mean. Instead of just communicating, you just ignored him and if there’s anything he hates, it’s being ignored.

So he adjusted your attitude…

- sugar daddy azriel who is over the whole sugar daddy/sugar baby thing and just wants to wife you up. Seriously, this guy has ruined everyone else for you and you know you couldn’t move on from him even if you tried.

- sugar daddy azriel who introduces you to his friends, somewhat reluctantly. He craves having you all to himself, yet he also wants you to meet the people closest to him—those who will eventually become your in-laws.

- sugar daddy azriel who’s nearly insane by his intense adoration, he can't resist, and after just a year slides a twelve-carat light blue diamond ring onto your finger, sealing the deal and making you his wife.

- sugar daddy azriel who moves you into his beautiful but empty mansion. Fortunately, your presence transforms the cold and plain house into a warm, comfortable, and inviting home, as you add your personal touch to the interior.

- sugar daddy azriel who is all about fulfilling your wishes. Whether you want to find a job, work from home, or just lounge around, he's there to make it happen. If you seek a job, he'll help you find the best ones; if you prefer staying home, he'll set up your own office; and if you just want to relax, he ensures you're entertained and comfortable.

- sugar daddy azriel who marvles in your love and care. There’s no better feeling than coming home to you, excited as you jump into his arms and ask him all about his days and tell him how much you missed him.

- sugar daddy azriel who isn’t your sugar daddy anymore but has evolved to your husband. You now share a house, an account, a life, and an extraordinary love. This transformation triggers a dormant bond, one of life and love, cherishing and adoration—a golden bond that cements your love for the rest of your lives.

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I just know that Azriel is the kinkiest fucker of the IC. I wish he’d show me what them shadows do😩😮‍💨

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happy birthday

summary: she hates her birthday, but someway Azriel manages to make it better.

warnings: Mor being slightly annoying(?

author's note: hope this is not boring 😭

Something had woken her up, pulling her out of the dream that, just seconds before, she couldn't remember. Eclipse blinked, taking in her surroundings. Her cozy bedroom, the sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the wooden floor and miraculously only half of her white duvet-covered bed, not bothering her eyes. It must have been close to noon, an hour or two before, perhaps. The calm in the air of her home was something that made the corners of her lips curve ever so slightly. For some reason, she knew there was something lurking in the corners, something threatening to ruin her day. A reason, she didn't know what, for her to be upset. But as she looked out through the windows, with the white duvet over her and the clean sheets beneath her, she didn't care.

Two knocks on her front door sounded, ah, that was what had woken her. Before Eclipse could even consider not opening the door to whoever was bothering her, the sound of knuckles against her door grew more insistent, her muscles moved unconsciously, pulling her out of the comfort and warmth of her bed. A grimace settled on her lips as she rose and stretched the sleepy muscles in her arms above her head, realization hitting her.

Today was her birthday.

A weight settled on her shoulders almost instantly, Eclipse could feel every bit of cheer leaving her body, and she missed the warmth and comfort from moments ago. A hint of a migraine, a slight throbbing pain in her temples, appeared. Eclipse cursed mentally. But she still left her room, walked through the hallways and crossed the living room and kitchen until she reached the front door, and opened it to whoever wanted to deal with her bad mood.

The smell of roses and expensive perfume greeted her, along with a blonde mane and a simple red dress. The pain in her temples increased.

Mor. Morrigan. If possible, her bad mood became denser, and she didn't bother to hide the frown that settled on her face. Although she had to refrain from letting out the heaviest and most annoying sigh of her life.

Morrigan looked her up and down, from the oversized gray pants that hung from her hips, through the tight, stretchy fabric t-shirt she had used as pajamas, to her face, the clear bad mood. But her brown eyes returned to the pants, and her eyelids rose almost imperceptibly, the only sign of surprise she let show.

The pants belonged to Azriel. It wasn't a secret that Azriel had stayed over at her apartment more than once, although it had always been on the couch - Eclipse had been too fearful to invite him to her bed even just to sleep - and he had left some clothes behind. Morrigan had apparently recognized who they belonged to.

Eclipse clearly saw how Mor tuned her ear, trying to decipher if Azriel was there.

Her frown deepened, and Eclipse restrained the impulse to slam the door in her face right there. She forced herself to fill her lungs with air and release it, to calm down enough to speak to her without raising her voice.

"Do you want something?" her falsely cordial voice muttered.

Mor straightened up.

"Can I come in?"

Eclipse looked at her for a second, trying to understand if she had heard what she thought she had heard. But when she saw the doubt in Mor's eyes, she figured she had.

What would Morrigan be doing in her apartment at this hour? Eclipse didn't know. But she stepped aside to let her in.

Morrigan entered with hesitant steps, and she closed the door behind her.

Her birthday was cursed. The random day in the middle of the handful of March days must have been cursed by some god, and the insufferable blonde in her apartment right after waking up was proof. Eclipse wasn't superstitious (although she should be, considering that for the past two years her life had been a madness of magical cauldrons, Fae, and things that would have driven any logical follower, like herself, to madness).

Morrigan glanced around her house, at the open space filled with light. At the kitchen, which was the first space Eclipse walked into, with Mor behind her. Eclipse opened the cabinets, looking for coffee. The feeling of having let an intruder into her apartment was, to say the least, uncomfortable. Although it was a new feeling, only her cousins had entered her apartment, who she had known all her life, and Azriel. Although with Azriel, she had never felt even close to this.

Eclipse was sure that his scent was still on the couch, and in the left corner of the kitchen island, where he always leaned.

Eclipse refused to let her thoughts be consumed by him first thing in the morning.

"Your apartment is nice," Mor said, trying not to look too surprised.

"I guess. Call me crazy, but I have a feeling that you didn't come to give me your... opinion about my apartment."

Eclipse put the coffee maker on the stove and turned to look at Morrigan.

"No, I didn't come for that."

Eclipse raised her eyebrows, and her chin sank a little. "Yes, Mor, that's what I said." The sarcastic comment appeared in her mind, but she refrained from saying it. Morrigan quickly regained a certain composure, her shoulders tensing and standing at her full height, firm.

"I would like to know what your problem is with me."

Eclipse looked at Mor for a few seconds, then blinked.

"I don't have a problem with you."

"But you don't like me."

"I think I have the right for there to be people I don't like," Eclipse said, turning on her heel, the sound of the ready coffee filling her ears along with the smell of the room. Eclipse poured a generous amount of coffee into a cup.

"I want to know why," Eclipse found milk and then mixed it with the coffee. "Is it because of Azriel?"

Eclipse looked at Mor over her shoulder, her face with a grimace, as if she had just heard a terrible nonsense. What did Azriel have to do with anything right now?

"There doesn't have to be anyone in the middle for you to not like me, Mor. Get over it," Eclipse said with a sigh, ending the conversation.

"Five hundred years. He was in love with me for five hundred years," Eclipse didn't miss the somewhat... hurt, guilty tone in Mor's voice. But she didn't care, especially because the migraine persisted, gnawing at her.

"And you're telling me this because...?" she managed to say, exhaling air.

"I never reciprocated his feelings, Eclipse, if you're jealous..."

"Jealous!?"

Mor didn't respond. Eclipse took a breath, closed her eyes for just a second. She couldn't start the day and already be on edge.

"Look, Morrigan, I don't like you because I think you love attention, and the way you want that attention is almost toxic. But I don't even have a big problem against you, I just don't think we can be friends and as far as I know, I haven't done anything against you to assume that I hate you to death, or something like that," Eclipse looked at Morrigan again. "Whatever has... happened between you and Azriel is not my concern, and I don't care. In fact, I couldn't care less. What you just said is the biggest guess I've heard in two months, and believe me, I've heard many things this month.

Mor didn't take her eyes off her. For a moment, Eclipse thought she had seen at least a glimmer of understanding in Mor's eyes. But it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Silence hung between them for a moment.

"Rhysand wants to see you. He's at the Town House."

And Morrigan disappeared. She had used a portal, Eclipse supposed.

Eclipse stayed processing the situation for a second longer, observing the space where Mor had been a second ago.

"Me, jealous?" Eclipse murmured indignantly

And that's how her birthday was going.

Eclipse left Rhysand's office with a grimace of irritation on her face.

It's not that she didn't like Rhys, no, Rhys, her cousin's mate, she liked him a lot. But the High Lord of the Night Court was a being that Eclipse wanted to strangle to death and then kill herself. Because who gave him the right to decide what she did or didn't do? Why did she have to be just another piece in his chess game? He had put her between a rock and a hard place, and Eclipse detested him for it. Of course, Rhysand only decided to bring out his High Lord personality on the day she least needed to be crushed with orders and demands.

Eclipse hoped that the empathy she had lacked when they had been talking would appear now and forgive her for slamming the door of his office.

The generous amount of coffee was working against her now. She was on edge. Mor, Rhysand, and what would be next? And why the hell did this only happen on her birthday?

Eclipse was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice anyone in her path until she bumped into a hard chest, and the scent of cedar and mist filled her lungs. Eclipse muttered a curse and dodged the body without even giving it another look. She had to get out of there because she couldn't think of anything other than the frustration that was making her jaw clench because she needed something to calm the throbbing in her temples. But a firm hand took her arm, stopping her. Eclipse violently pulled her arm away, distancing herself from the contact.

"Don't touch me," she almost exclaimed, her voice harsh, exasperated.

Eclipse looked at the hand still on her arm, full of brutal scars, and he looked at it, too. It took a millisecond for Azriel to move away, putting both his hands behind his back. Eclipse blinked, her eyes finally rising to meet Azriel's. The realization of what she had said hit her, her own words repeating in her mind. And then the way he had hidden his hands behind his back, and the furrowed brow on his face. The way he had looked at her, a mix of negative emotions, instantly made her forget about anything else.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Let it go."

One moment Azriel was there, and the next, the shadows had totally consumed him and he was no longer there.

Eclipse let out an exasperated sigh. Her hands found their way to her own face, her fingers kneading her temples.

She was late for work.

If it were possible, everything got worse. Her apartment was bought with the money of her cousin, Feyre. Such a generous amount that Eclipse wanted to vomit at the astronomically high sum that Feyre was willing to give her, although she only wanted a small apartment, to have her own space, not a mansion.

Feyre had insisted that she didn't have to pay her back. But deep down, Eclipse knew she would pay her back for everything. Eight years of poverty had left a bitter taste in Eclipse's mouth, just the thought of owing money to Feyre made her skin crawl.

So she worked. A terrible job, just a waitress in a busy tavern. Although it was much more than she could have dreamed of a few years ago, when all she could do to survive was hunt, it wasn't easy. Because there were days like these, when she had to clean the bathrooms. And then there were a series of men who asked for jug after jug of beer, until one accidentally pushed another and a fight started that left two broken chairs, a table, and a mess of beer and broken glass that, again, she had to clean up.

Eclipse walked through the streets of Velaris, clutching her coat that did little to protect her from the unexpected cold that was hitting Velaris that night. The last trace of winter, she supposed, and hoped it was. The streets were not very crowded, although she had dodged a few Fae with her quick pace.

When she passed by a bakery, she ignored every visible cake and sweet in the window. Sometimes, on her birthday, she would buy a cake. Only sometimes. And she would eat it alone, and have it for breakfast the next day.

Her cousins completely ignored the fact that she had a birthday. Sometimes, Eclipse wanted to believe that they did know it was her birthday, but perhaps, somehow, even if she hadn't told them directly, they knew that Eclipse didn't like that day at all and they decided to give her space. Other times, Eclipse was sure they had no idea.

Eclipse arrived at the apartment building where she lived quickly. She climbed the stairs to the top floor, and took the keys to her home out of her coat pocket.

She let muscle memory guide her. Coming home, taking off her shoes and coat, leaving the keys on the table just next to the door, going straight to the bathroom and filling the bathtub with warm water, stripping off the stench of stale beer and sweat. All of this with a blank mind, not thinking of anything else while exhaustion drilled her bones.

It wasn't until she went to get dressed, with the faint idea of wearing the most comfortable thing she had, and her hands found the black sweater that smelled of cedar and tranquility.

It was Azriel's. Eclipse contemplated it for a moment, the memory of their only meeting a few hours ago saddened her. She simply left the sweater where she had found it and put on another one.

There was nothing else to do, she thought, as she was finally ready to lie in bed and pretend to sleep forever. But two knocks on her front door echoed through the space.

Eclipse sighed. She wasn't even going to bother to open it. Whoever it was could wait until tomorrow. But they knocked on her door again, with an insistence that reminded her of Mor's this morning. She flexed her stiff muscles out of her bedroom, through her home to the front door and opened it. Eclipse recognized the figure in front of her, tall and muscular, before even looking at his face.

Azriel stood in front of her, a little basket in his right hand.

Eclipse blinked. He didn't seem particularly angry with her, his usually stoic expression replaced by a softer one. Shadows swirled around his figure, a rather fast movement, like a reflection of Azriel's insecurity. But the dark abnormalities disappeared in the air once they saw her, although one in particular moved towards his arm and Eclipse could feel the gentle caress on her palm, like a greeting. The feeling vanished seconds later.

Azriel looked her over, looking somewhat indecisive.

"Can I come in?" he asked, although he had been inside many times before.

Eclipse stepped aside, making room for him to enter. Azriel recognized the way and walked to the kitchen, placing the basket on the kitchen island. Eclipse followed closely after closing the door.

Azriel was facing away from her, taking out a strawberry cake from the basket.

"Hey, Azriel, about earlier..." started Eclipse, her arms crossing in a hesitant gesture. Azriel looked at her, expectant of what she had to say. And his gaze only made her sigh, running a hand over her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk to you like that or tell you not to touch me, I have no problem with that, really, it's just that Mor was here this morning and then I was with Rhys and everything is horrible today and it's my..."

"Birthday," Azriel continued for her.

Eclipse frowned, nodding briefly. Although Azriel spoke before she could draw any conclusions:

"Nesta told me. She said you didn't like this date and indirectly too directly said that your favorite cake is strawberry."

For a moment, Eclipse felt her heart skip a beat. Nesta, the same cousin who hadn't given her a congratulations in her entire life. Then they did remember.

"Nesta," Eclipse murmured, incredulous. "Nesta told you that?"

Azriel nodded gently, a playful glimmer danced between his irises seeing Eclipse's incredulity, standing meters away from him.

"Did she... tell you why I don't like it?"

"No. I didn't ask her."

"And have you... brought strawberry cake?"

"From the best bakery I know."

"Why?" was the first thing Eclipse could manage to say. "I was rude to you earlier."

"You deserve a happy birthday," Azriel said with such firmness and honesty that Eclipse wanted to believe him.

Eclipse blinked, but her body was moving before she could think. And in a moment, she was hugging Azriel. Her arms around his shoulders, and in another moment, his arms pressed her to his body without a second thought. Eclipse murmured a series of thank yous, Azriel let out a playful laugh, his hand rose and fell along her back. Eclipse wanted to melt right there, inhaling the scent of cedar and mist emanating from him.

Eclipse moved away a little, his grip on her loosened a bit, just minimally. And Eclipse pressed her lips against his cheek in a loud kiss.

When Eclipse stepped back, there was a silly smile on Azriel's lips and a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Happy Birthday, Eclipse."

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azriel meeting his mate (headcanons)

author's note: this is just a silly little thing, not more than 1k words.

The first time Azriel sees her, his heart skips a beat. At first, for the first split seconds, he doesn't know exactly what has made his heart race like that. He forgot all the discomfort of tucking his wings tightly to his back to avoid hitting anything, trying to make himself smaller if possible. There was nothing in his mind for a few seconds, nothing. The only thing he was able to do was to look at her, standing with her back straight and hands in front of her, one holding the other. Her brown eyes opened slightly surprised as she realized the huge wings accompanying him and Cassian, probably also because of how large they were in general.

Azriel didn't realize that her looking at him was a necessity until she did it for mere milliseconds and quickly returned to her brothers. As if trying to absorb every detail and difference.

Cassian had glanced at Azriel for a moment, the way Azriel's heart beat almost perfectly audible to him. Azriel had to make an impulse to keep his shadows under control, tucked behind his wings on his back. He didn't want, and had no intention, to scare any of the Archeron sisters and cousin, especially because they had let them use their home to meet with the queens, which was something to be grateful for.

Although the gods they wrongly say if he could stand to think about that when she looked at him. And she looked at him, fixedly. Her eyebrows curved in the slightest expressions of fear, barely a glint. But it was enough for Azriel to notice and, strangely, without thinking about what he was doing, tuck his wings to his back and his chin sunk a little, the hands he had hanging at his sides moved to hide behind his back, almost as if he were trying to make himself smaller to not scare her. And when some of the tension in her shoulders disappeared, and her expression subtly softened, Azriel knew he would kneel right there if it made her not fear him. He actually didn't notice the strangeness of all this, perhaps because she was clouding everything right now, because he didn't usually just... Act. His whole life had been governed by a single dynamic, thinking and analyzing before acting. But trying to make himself smaller had been an instinct, as natural as breathing, as hiding his hands behind his back when meeting someone.

Somehow he registered in a corner of his mind that Rhys, Feyre, and Cassian had noticed whatever was between him and her.

Feyre introduced her, Azriel didn't miss the hidden affection in her voice as she spoke of her cousin. Azriel was tempted to murmur it to see how it felt against his lips, in his language. And the name echoed in his head for what seemed an eternity until... it just clicked. Something clicked and Azriel didn't know what it was, he didn't know what it was that now made her so familiar when he was sure this was the first time he had met the woman. He didn't know why when he looked at her again, his lungs filled with air and then exhaled and felt like it was the first time he had breathed after an eternity.

She had blinked and Azriel found himself drinking in every reaction, every slight change in her proportionally sharp features. The orange light illuminating her olive skin was not bright enough to let him see what color her eyes were, if they were black or a brown so deep that it was confusing. Azriel wondered how she would look in the full sunlight, and under the stars of Velaris.

There was no fearful arch in her straight eyebrows now, there was no trace of discomfort in her, she simply looked at him and Azriel held her gaze.

Nesta, Feyre's older sister, said something about dinner being ready. And then she moved, with Elain behind her.

She blinked, looking away from Azriel, and finally gave a glance at Rhysand and Cassian. Although not a very focused one, thousands of miles from the kind of look she had given Azriel. She nodded gently in the direction where Nesta and Elain had gone. "you first" she said, a polite smile on her lips.

But Azriel didn't move for a moment, he stayed there, with his heart beating in his throat and finding all his muscles suddenly numb. She looked at him again, but this time it was too much for Azriel. He lowered his gaze and forced himself to walk, to follow Cassian's direction with Rhysand behind, while Feyre and she stayed behind. Not much, a considerable distance between him and his brothers and them.

And, what the hell just happened?

The question echoed in his mind as he blinked, moving one foot behind the other.

"Don't look at me like that," he heard her voice murmuring with a hint of embarrassment several meters behind him. She was probably talking to Feyre. And he didn't know exactly how he had been looking at Feyre, but he knew why.

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OUR DOLL

a/n;; this is the dirtiest thing i've ever written, and you can see that i got a liiiiiitle carried by this... but come on!!! they are rowan and aelin. 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ im on my knees for them.

WARNINGS;; smut without plot, degradation(?), orgasm denial, mommy and daddy dynamics, overstimulation, m!oral, aelin uses a strap on reader (this was so 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

rowan whitethorn was tired. his day had been filled with meetings. meeting after meeting. he was tired of diplomacy, of talking and everything. the only thing he wanted was to be in bed with his mates.

he made his way to their room when he heard a noise. a slap. stopping on the door, he sharpens his hearing, trying to figure out what it was. another sound. this time a moan. your moan. you were moaning. 

he opened the door, carefully not to disturb. your moans were louder now that he was inside.

“you like it, doll?” aelin said. her voice full of lust. 

fuck. rowan thought. he made his way to the open door of the bedroom, and the sight before him… fuck fuck fuck.

aelin was seated on the bed, her back on the headboard as she watched you bounce on her dick. a strap. aelin was using a strap on you, and you were bouncing like you would do on his dick. your eyes were close. moans leaving your mouth as aelin’s hands roamed over your body. a slap on your butt and the other hand was massaging your tit. 

rowan touched his dick. he wanted to release it from his pants. 

his eyes found aelin’s. a smirk on her face as she stops you, a whimper leaving your lips. 

“you like the sight, rowan?” your eyes follow aelin’s and you found rowan on the door. his dick begging to be free from his pants, and his eyes full of lust. 

you feel aelin on your side, her lips brushing your ear. “why don’t you turn around and beg to rowan?” 

a little nod and with her help, you turn around, your back pressed on aelin’s chest. you look at rowan through you lashes and notice that his shirt was gone, as well as his pants and underwear. the sight before you makes your walls clench around her dick, buried deep inside you. rowan grabs your neck so you are looking at him. lust and fervent desire. you look at his dick, precum was dripping from it. his hand moves to your neck and squeezes it, you look at his eyes again.

“you like my dick, doll? you want to suck it?” 

aelin bites your shoulder. “answer doll”

“yes”

“yes, what?” rowan demands.

“yes daddy” you answer, a wicked smile on their faces.

with her fae speed, aelin maneuvers you, and now you are on your hands and knees. her hands grabs your hips and she leaves a little from your cunt, making you whimper at the loss. rowan catches your hair creating a ponytail and before he can tell you what to do, your mouth is open and your tongue is out. an invitation. 

a breathy curse leaves his lips and with a push oh his hips, his dick is inside your mouth. at the same time aelin shoves her dick against your throbbing cunt. your body shrives at the sensation and a cry falls from your lips. they both start with the same rhythm, your body is on fire and you think you can die just from having them. 

“gods… look at you doll. such a dirty girl, just for us” aelin says with a harsh thrust to your cunt. if she wasn’t grabbing you, you would have fallen to the bed. 

“that’s it aelin, she’s our dirty girl, just our- fuck”  rowan hand gripped your hair as he cum on your mouth and aelin stops her hips. “that’s it, take it all doll, just like that. good girl”

aelin takes your hands, and with a pull you’re on your knees again, unable to move your hands thanks to her. rowan’s mouth is inches from your’s, his hands massaging your tits and pinching your nipples. 

“what do you want, doll?”

“i wanna cum, please”

rowan bites your shoulder and his lips travel to your ear. “where are your manners, doll?”

you shallow. “i wanna cum, please, mommy, daddy let me cum please, i’ve been a good girl, please” a tear falls from your eye and you feel aelin lick it. “good girl… we should let him cum rowan?”

“mmm, i think she has been a good girl for us” aelin thrusts into your pussy as rowan’s hand rubs your clit. 

the pounding is incessant, and you know the whole castle can hear you moaning, but they don’t care, let them know they are the only ones who can make you cry from pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-” a cry and you’re coming on aelin’s dick as they both bite your neck on each side. your body feels dizzy, your breaths are difficult as you feel like you're in heaven. aelin removes the strap from you, a little groan falling from your lips. she goes to the bathroom to prepare everything.

“let’s go bath, doll”

“i don’t-” a pair of arms raise you from bed, and you hear aelin closing the water. once you all are bathed, they take you to bed, each of them on your sides. a kiss on your shoulder and lips is the last thing you remember. 

“we love you, doll”

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" —your tattoo says ultraviolence?"

“ —yes.”

“ —why?”

“ —It is a reminder, because If I survived ultraviolence, is there anything I can't overcome now?"

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"I can't lose you Manon, do you hear me??" UGH, MY HEART❤️‍🩹🫶🏻

KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER IV

a/n;; i hate iskra so much almdofnmdoiajnid

WARNINGS;; spoilers for heir of fire, soft manon (not even a warning but omg), bl00d, angst to comfort

the day of the selection had finally arrived and manon was eager. titus was hers. she had been talking about it with ayla the night before. she could imagine manon flying with him, but she had a bad feeling, something was going to happen, something was off. 

forty three wiches were gathered on the platform waiting for the wyverns.

the three matrons would draw sticks if more than one claim was made on a mount, and ayla knew titus was going to be the most claimed wyvern. standing by her side, manon was getting more anxious as time passed. 

she looked at the wyvern who was already chained to the wall, ready for the other wyverns to beat him up, and the wyvern looked up at her. the magic didn’t exist anymore, but she could have sworn she felt something different in him, that this wyvern, half the size of the others, was special.

one after another, the wyverns were brought and claimed, asterin claimed a female. the fiercest one and cunning eyed. it suits her ayla thought. a knowing look between her and manon. she felt petrah blueblood getting closer before the others, thanks to her fae blood. petrah gave ayla a nod and went straight to manon’s side, a soft snarled from asterin was the only warning.

“waiting for titus, aren’t you?”

“and if i am?”

“i’d rather you have him than iskra.”

and then she tensed as she felt iskra closer, right behind them. a little squeeze on her hand was the only reaction from manon as she was still looking at the tunnel. 

“plotting already?” iskra teased. ayla was going to answer when the blueblood heir said as she lifted her chin “i think titus would make a good mount for manon”.

titus thundered out, snapping to the men there. he wheeled on the bait beast, striking him with his barbed tail. ayla flinched a little. he was a beast, utterly cruel. and titus struck again. again. again. at that moment manon knew titus knew where to hit, where it would cause the most agony. a whip sounded but he kept pacing in front of the bait beast.

“if you want him so badly,” iskra whispered, “why don’t you go get him?” 

and she pushed her. 

“MANON!!” ayla shouted followed by asterin and she watched as manon slammed into the ground. she was going to the pit, but a pair of arms stopped her from going, and sorrel dragged her down to the floor. “LEAVE ME DAMN IT” but the matron gave the order that no one was going to the pit, and she could only watch manon and how titus turned toward her. pure fear. that was what she felt. the wyvern was between her and the gate but he had his dark eyes pinned on her. she needed to run, she needed to get out of there. even with wind cleaver she didn’t have any chance. but titus was looking above her, and behind her… the bait beast. the wyvern was looking at manon with hunger, but she knew that the emotion was for titus, not her.

so manon twisted to her feet and ran.

ayla watched as manon ran to the open gate, just as the little wyvern slammed his tail against titu’s head. 

and the fight began. tails and claws. but everyone knew titus would win. he was stronger, bigger. the bait beast dodged the tail by slamming its own down atop it, but couldn’t escape the jaws that latched on to its neck. he couldn’t get free. and manon ran for titus and brought wind cleaver down upon his tail. 

ayla’s heart was beating so fast she knew everyone could hear it. she watched as the bait snapped titu’s throat. they all watched titu’s dead body. 

men were rushing in with spears and swords and whips, and the bait beast growled.

manon held up a hand. and again, the world stopped. 

manon, eyes still upon the beast, said, “he’s mine.”

at that, a sob broke through ayla and she felt to the ground.

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abraxos. that was how manon named her wyvern. 

when manon came, she was filthy and her ankle was wrenched. ayla ran to manon, crushing her with her arms. “gods manon, i-” she couldn’t talk, and she felt manon’s arm’s on her shoulder’s. she then looked where the yellowlegs heir was being held by asterin. “looks like i lost my footing” she simply said.

that night, in the mess hall, ayla and manon looked as iskra whipped asterin in front of everyone. apparently it was her fault manon fell in the pit. and asterin didn’t scream. and after that, her grandmother called her. she had slapped her in the face and told her she had humiliated her and every blackbeak by choosing abraxos, but ayla knew there was some kind of bond between abraxos and manon. not like the one they had, but she had known the moment he had looked at her that he was different. a warrior indeed. 

later that night, ayla was perched on manon’s lap, her face hidden on her neck, while manon comforted her, her hands stroking her back.  

“i nearly lost you today, manon. i couldn’t think straight. all i could think was that i needed to go to the pit and… i don’t want to lose you manon.” she moved away from her neck so she could watch her golden eyes. “i can’t lose you manon, do you hear me?? i. can’t. you’re all that i have, you’re the only one i have.” she took her face between her hands “so hear me out manon. don’t you dare lose this game and don’t you dare die during it.”

manon rested her forehead with hers. “i’m going to win and and you're not going to lose me” she kissed her softly. it was rare, so rare that manon was soft. even with her, she was chaos, a storm. she was passionate, her kisses were heated everytime their lips met. but know, manon blackbeak knew she had nearly died, and also knew that her mate wouldn't have gotten over it. so ayla followed the kiss, while manon lay her down on their bed, and made her remember that she was going nowhere. 

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“why’s he curled up like that?” manon asked the man. 

she looked inside the pen where abraxos was. ayla at her side, and asterin lurked in the shadows, was monitoring everything. she wasn’t going to let manon out of her sight. 

“suspect it’s ’cause he’s never had a pen to himself. not this big, anyway.”

“where did they keep him before?” asked ayla. the man looked at her from head to toe. lust reflected in his eyes as he took the sight of her breasts, her waist, her legs… ayla noticed the look and with a movement of her wrist, her iron nails snapped, a wicked smile displayed on her face. and a proud smile appeared on manon’s face. a squeeze to her waist. good job witchling.

the man swallowed three times before answering. “with the other baiters in the sty. he’s the oldest of the baiters, you know. survived the pits and the stys. but that doesn’t mean he’s suitable for you.”

“if i wanted your opinion on his suitability, i’d ask for it,” manon said, eyes still on abraxos as she approached the bars. “how long to get him in the skies?”

“could be days or weeks or months. could be never.” 

ayla watched abraxos uncurl a little so he could see between his wings. and again, ayla thought that manon had made the best decision.

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AYLA AND MANON🤭

KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER III

*no author note this time*

WARNING;; spoiler for heir of fire, a little bit of smut, ayla being the bad bitch she is, bl00d (but a little)

due to her fae blood, ayla couldn't eat raw meat like the other witches, but she could drink blood, so the meals prepared at the omega were the only things she could eat. waiting for the meal in the line with her bowl, flanked by manon and asterin, the last one, protecting both. the hall was a mess. every day a fight happened, and there wasn’t a day where manon wasn’t touching her, making clear to the witches gathered there that they would be dead if she was hurt, especially iskra. 

the last blueblood finally left and ayla watched as her bowl was filled with soup. she heard a voice to her left and she didn’t need to turn around to know who she was. apparently, iskra loved to make manon angry.  

“rules are rules” iskra said. asterin let a warning snarl. “no eating the rabble” she added. 

“ah. i was wondering why no one’s bothered to eat you,” manon said. 

iskra looked at ayla and manon snarled. “hello ayla.” iskra said. ayla didn’t dare to look at her, she passed iskra and went to manon, as her bowl was also filled.

“i hear your thirteen are taking to the air today”

“what business is it of yours?” 

“well, i was wondering where you were going to leave your little witch” at that manon flashed her iron teeth at iskra. 

“you know, you would be the last person on this planet i would be with. so go away iskra if you don't want all your teeth gone” ayla warned. 

and iskra went on. “there’s talk of skipping our training rotation so we can see the legendary thirteen take to the skies for the first time in a decade.”

manon clicked her tongue in pretend thought. “i also heard there’s talk that the yellowlegs need all the help they can get in the sparring room. but i suppose any army needs its supply drivers.” ayla and asterin let a low laugh that made iskras brown eyes flashed. 

they left iskra in the line, her eyes burning with anger. they reached the table where the rest of the thirteen were waiting, and ayla made sure iskra was watching them as her arms hugged manon’s neck, bringing her down to kiss her. her teeth gripped manon’s lip, drawing blood from it and licked it with her tongue. their tongues were dancing a waltz. when they broke up, manon’s lips were straight to her neck, leaving marks wherever she could. 

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they didn’t finish the meal. they couldn’t finish it after their kiss session, and they left the thirteen at the hall, a knowing smile on asterin's face. manon didn't look for a room or a closet, as she pushed her to a wall and kissed her again. her hands wandered through her waist, her back, her ass, every part of her, and ayla thought she was going to melt right there. a low moan escaped her lips as manon lifted her skirt, gripping her tights in the process and moving aside her already soaking underwear. she had made her come twice with her hands.

and now she watched as manon was getting ready to fly. ayla noticed how her legs shaked a little bit, her neck had marks everywhere, the same as manon. she was nervous for her but didn’t show it. the matron was beside her viewing, assessing, controlling. iskra’s coven filled either side of the platform. 

ayla watched a man give instructions to manon, the thirteen ready behind her. manon studied the open gap, the six faces on either side and finally she looked at ayla, holding longer on her and she pulled down the bond, sending her strength and love. manon turned ahead. “we are the thirteen, from now until the darkness cailms us” she said quietly, “let’s remind them why”.

a moment later manon and the thirteen were flying, and ayla kept that image in the back of her mind.

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I'M DYING. ❤️‍🩹

KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER II

a/n;; chapter 2 is here!!! hope you like this as much as im doing.

WARNING;; spoilers for heir of fire, manon and ayla are possessive over each other (i love this)

ayla hated the feria gap.

 there was something wicked, cruel, rotten there. and she hated the amount of people reunited there. well, the amount of witches there. the blackbeak coven was the last one to arrive, and as a result, they were given the smallest rooms. not that she complained about that, she was going to sleep with manon, but the matron had made it clear that she wasn't going to ride a wyvern. it was too dangerous for her to participate, she had claimed, because the matron didn't want her to die. her precious treasure.

she had watched as manon gave three blows to her second due to a fight with a yellowleg sentinel. one to the gut, one to the ribs and the final one to the face. asterin hadn’t screamed or pleaded for manon to stop, and now, at breakfast, her second gave her a fierce grin. a small smile appeared in ayla’s face, and she felt manon’s hand grab her tight. a warning, but she took the hand placed in her tight, careful that no one notices it. 

she was wearing a dress. one that manon had bought her and had claimed it was her favorite. long sleeves that helped hide her hands, a cut on the skirt that showed her leg, a corset and high boots. she had entered the room with manon’s hand around her waist, making clear to the witches gathered there that ayla was manon’s, and the scent lingered with manon’s made clear that manon was ayla’s. no one would dare to look at her with the white demon at her side. 

but someone was watching her. 

she studied the room and found her… iskra yellowlegs. the leader of the centinel that had fought with asterin. her eyes narrowed as iskra looked at her from head to toes. assessing her next prey. manon noticed her body was tense. “what’s happening?” she whispered so anyone couldn’t hear. she didn’t answer. so manon followed the direction of her eyes and found her. she gripped the table. crack. the table was breaking under her strength. iskra gave manon a defiant smile. come on, come for me. 

she was going to kill her. ayla gripped her arm before she could stand. “manon stop. it's going to be worse if you start a fight with her”

manon looked at her, her eyes a burning gold that promised blood. ayla took her hand. “please, manon”

one, two, three, four… a minute passed until she relaxed enough to talk. “if she tries something to you or even breath near you, i kill her”

ayla rolled her eyes “you know i can defend myself, do you?”

“i know, but i don't like her”

“me neither manon. me neither”

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even though ayla wasn't going to ride a wyvern, she had to follow manon wherever she went, so she and the thirteen could keep an eye on her. direct order from the matron.  

again, manon’s hand was on her waist as yellowlegs and blackbeaks stepped aside for them to pass. fifty witches were gathered at the hole in the side of the mountain. the matron was at the entrance of the bridge, the blueblood and yellowlegs matrons at her side. 

manon walked towards her grandmother leaving ayla with the thirteen. each heiress was at the side of her matrons. petrah, the heir of the blueblood, and iskra, the yellowlegs heir, was grinning at manon as she approached her grandmother. 

“now that we’re assembled,” the blueblood matron—cresseida—said, “shall we show you what we’ve been brought here to do?”

mother blackbeak waved a hand to the bridge, black robes billowing in the icy wind. “we walk into the sky, witches.” 

they were led to an atrium in the northern fang, where five men were waiting. each heir was behind their respective matron, protecting them. a men started to explain what they were going to do and what they were doing there. 

ayla was getting bored when the iron gate lifted. and in front of them, a wyvern appeared. a beast. she watched as everyone held their breath. “titus is one of our best,” the man said. he started to explain the characteristics of titus.  

and she watched as manon and titus shared a smile.

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Is there a part two to Disgusting, Longing Jealousy?

I've been busy but yes! is a bit longer than the first part so it's taking time to finish bc I want to make well and develop it correctly, there's a lot going on soo🤭