Goodnight | Azriel
summary: Azriel has a night time confession. The aftermath of me still having Billie Eilish's Birds of a Feather on repeat.
warnings: none, just fluff
word count: 943, short and sweet
a/n: I wrote this a couple of days ago and was hesitant to post bc I felt it was similar to my other Az fic but then decided, wth just post it. So here it is 💙
Shadows rustled among the trees, dancing and swirling, bringing forth a gentle but cool breeze. The tendrils remaining with Azriel curl up around his ear, whispering of the subtle shiver you gave. Without a word, Azriel shrugs his jacket and secures it around your shoulders.
“Oh,” you whisper, slightly startled by his gesture. “But aren’t you cold?”
“I’m fine,” he assures you with a small smile. He’s all too familiar with the chill permeating the air.
There’s another breeze rustling through the canopy of trees. This time, it’s stronger and colder and some leaves fall, fluttering around you both. Azriel looks up with a glare but the glare is quickly replaced with something softer when the shadows around his neck whisper to him. They tell him of the way you wrapped his jacket around you tighter, a subtle blush rising as the new closeness of the fabric brought his scent to you.
“You didn’t have to walk me home,” you say, glancing up at Azriel. “Things were just getting interesting back there. You could still go back, you know.”
Azriel lets out a snort. “You mean Amren and her bathroom discussions? No, thank you.”
You laugh and Azriel smiles with you. He’s definitely not missing anything back home. Not when you, the greatest subject of his interests, are walking beside him. He noticed when your eyes began to grow weary and participation in the conversations grew less and less. He also noticed the mischievous glint in Cassian’s eyes as his friend glanced between you and him.
“Welcome to our world, tiny ancient one. Everyone poops! Anyway, you want to hear something funny? How about the time Azriel–”
But much to Azriel’s relief, you had stood up with a small apologetic smile and politely dismissed yourself since you had an early shift the following morning. So, of course, Azriel had offered to walk you home, saving himself from the embarrassment that was sure to follow from Cassian’s words. He made sure to kick Cassian’s boot as he followed after you with a smug look on his face. He also made sure to bring his jacket along with him, noticing you had arrived without one.
So now, the two of you walked side by side. Granted, he could’ve used his shadows to winnow you to your doorstep in an instant. But that would mean cutting his precious time with you short and he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. The quiet night envelops you in its serene embrace and the silence that falls between you is comfortable yet charged with an unspoken tension that neither of you dare to break.
As you reach your door, Azriel’s mind races with thoughts he fears to voice. You turn to face him and Azriel fights the urge to frown. Why did you have to live so close? He sends a silent prayer to the stars above that you might forget about the jacket wrapped snugly around your shoulders, just so he’d have an excuse to see you again.
"Goodnight," you say softly, your voice like a melody he wished to hear every night, eyes still sparkling with the remnants of laughter from earlier.
"Goodnight," Azriel replies, his heart pounding. Before he can stop himself, the words slip out so smoothly one would think it was a common occurrence between you both. “I love you."
You freeze, eyes widening in surprise and face contorting into a taken aback expression, trying to process what he just said. It’s then that it hits him as well. His own eyes widen in horror.
"Um, sorry... I didn't mean to say that."
Your head tilts slightly in question, a gesture he finds absolutely endearing. He feels heat rise to his cheeks, his shadows slithering up his neck as if trying to offer him some comfort. "I mean, I meant it... but I didn't mean it, mean it... You know what I mean?"
Gods, he sounds like a fool. Years of meticulously concealed emotions, years of perfecting an unreadable facade, and now, of all times, he slips?
A sly smile plays at the corners of your lips. "Go home, Az,” you say, teasing and knowing. “And let me know when you mean it, mean it…”
With that, you gently close the door, leaving him standing there, his mind racing and his heart aching. Because what just happened? And what did you mean by that?
No. Azriel couldn’t leave it like that.
He knocks on your door, fist trembling lightly, his shadows whispering encouragement. When you open it, your face is a mixture of curiosity and amusement. He meets your eyes, apprehension and hope swirling together in his hazel depths.
"I mean it, mean it," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, there is silence.
Then, your smile softens, your eyes filled with understanding. You step closer, standing on your tip-toes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Then, I love you too,” you whisper against his skin, your breath warm and sweet, stirring his shadows into a gentle frenzy.
Before you can pull away, Azriel turns his head, capturing your lips in a kiss that sends butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach. He savors the softness and taste of your lips, losing himself in the moment when you’re kissing him back with the same eagerness. He rests his forehead against yours as he pulls away, his shadows swirling between you much like the unspoken emotions between you do.
"Goodnight, Az," you whisper softly, your eyes holding sleep, yet shining with the promise of more conversations tomorrow.
“Goodnight, y/n.”
This time, as the door closes, Azriel feels a warmth in his chest, a genuine, unguarded smile spreading across his face.
a/n: I seem to be in the mood for accidental/in the moment confessions. Sorry 😭
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idk if you wanna do this but stepcest smut wth ethan landry and reader??? xx sorry if it’s to much
Hiiii! This is the longest thing I've written so far! I hope you like it, I love to build up a story lmao
Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader
This contains SMUT - Minors DNI
Part 2, Part 3
Summary: Your stepbrother is getting sick of your innocence facade after seeing the real you.
A/N: I know this won't be everyone's cup of tea, and that's fine. But I've had a few requests like this, so I wanted to write something for the people that are into it. lol, it's 3.6k words, ya girl's been working on this for HOURS.
Your stepbrother is a pain in your ass. Not that you’d admit it out loud though, because your mom thought you were always sweet all the time. You never complained, never acted out, never did anything you shouldn’t.
Ethan saw right through your “Act” as he liked to call it, after running into you at a house party when you’d both graduated. He saw you in the corner, sipping a mixed drink as some loser was trying to get in your pants. He nearly choked on his drink when he saw you go upstairs with the guy, and he immediately felt the jealousy wash over him.
Since then, around your mom and his dad, he’s never made it seem like you were anything other than the narrative you created. When the two of you were alone, though, he loved to do things that made you squirm in your seat. Like the day he was hard as a rock in his grey sweatpants, walking through the kitchen as if nothing was wrong. Or the time he came into your room to ask you a question, wearing only a towel that was hanging lowly on his hips, the water droplets from the shower still on his chest and shoulders. You could never forget the time his hand trailed up your thigh at the dinner table as he was having a normal conversation with his dad, and dirty thoughts ran through your head. After that night, you decided that he needed to sit across from you instead.
He knew you thought he was attractive, and how awful you felt for feeling that way. You’d kind of hoped your mom wouldn’t marry his dad, because you had a crush on him before the night you were introduced to your mom’s new boyfriend and his son. He felt the same way, as he eyed you from across the table that night. Before you knew it, they were engaged, then married.
You had this hot stepbrother move in a few doors down the hall from you, so your innocence act was upped a few notches, hoping that would deter him from trying anything with you. It worked for a while, but after that party, it all went up in flames.
“Hey, sweetheart. Wayne and I want to go on a little weekend trip since we didn’t go on a honeymoon. Do you think you’ll be okay here with Ethan while we’re gone?” Your heart pounded in your chest as your moms’ words as you sat at the dinner table.
“Yeah, I hope you two have fun,” you said, a fake smile plastered on your face to hide how nervous you were.
“I’m sure we can find plenty of things to do,” Ethan said, a smirk playing on his lips. You kicked him under the table, the pained look on his face making you smirk right back at him.
“I’ll leave money for takeout and whatever you guys might need. We’re going to drive up tomorrow night to beat the traffic,” Wayne said, not noticing the interaction.
“Okay, cool. I’ll keep the place clean while you’re gone,” you said to your mom, as Ethan rolled his eyes.
After dinner, you offered to do the dishes so your mom and new stepdad could pack for their trip. With the dishwasher being broken, Wayne volunteered Ethan to help you dry them.
“Do you always have to be such a kiss ass?” he asked, drying a plate and putting it in the cabinet in front of him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, as you scrubbed food off another plate.
“You’re always trying to please people, it’s annoying,” he said lowly, as his dad popped in the kitchen to grab his extra phone charger.
You exchanged smiles with Wayne as he grabbed it and walked back out.
“Like that! You always try to make it seem like you’re this innocent person, but I know you’re not,” he said, taking the plate from you.
“I still don’t know what you’re getting at, Ethan.”
His eyes grew wide as he started to get frustrated.
“Quit playing dumb, I know you’re into me, too. I know you think things about me that you shouldn’t. I see right through you, baby.”
You dropped the fork you were washing back down into the sink and grabbed a towel to dry your hands.
“You finish the dishes, asshole.”
Your words were quiet enough for only Ethan to hear you, but they were full of venom. He started to laugh to himself as he stood in front of the sink, finishing the dishes.
Later that night, you were still mad. Ethan was intentionally trying to push your buttons, and if he was going to play dirty, you could too.
When you finished your shower and walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, you heard Ethan walking behind you. You smirked to yourself as you accidentally dropped your phone on the floor in front of you.
You bent over in front of him to pick it up, flashing your exposed pussy to him. He stopped in his tracks as he took in the sight, feeling himself getting hard.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were behind me,” you faked embarrassment as Ethan muttered ‘Slut’ and walked around you.
“What was that?” you asked.
He turned and stepped towards you. You were backed against the wall in seconds.
“Don’t start shit you don’t want me to finish,” he whispered in your ear as he towered over you.
Your breath hitched in your throat as your wetness started to reach your upper thighs.
He backed away and smiled sweetly at you. “I’m going to get some water, you need anything?”
You probably should’ve asked for water too, considering how dry your throat instantly got. You shook your head, as you walked into your room.
“Goodnight, sweet dreams,” he said, as you sat down on your bed.
Sexual frustration was coursing through your veins as you sat there. You were almost disappointed that the interaction didn’t go like you’d hoped. You wanted to tease him and go about your night, feeling like you had the upper hand, for once.
The next morning, you decided to go to a friend’s house while your mom and Wayne were at work. You needed to be as far away from Ethan as possible. You didn’t even want to think about him.
“So, how are things with the hot stepbrother? Is he still single?” she asked, the suggestiveness in her voice making you a little jealous. So much for not thinking about him.
“Uh, I don’t know. We don’t talk much,” you said, turning your attention to your phone.
“Well, if your parents are going out of town, maybe I could come over and get to know him,” she smirked, as you rolled your eyes.
“Ethan’s dad isn’t my parent. And we’re not supposed to have people over,” you lied, making her huff.
“Do you always do what your mom asks?”
You started to get mad. First Ethan was giving you shit, now her.
“You’re not coming over to try to fuck Ethan. End of conversation,” you snapped, as she started to get defensive.
“You know, it almost seems like you want to fuck him,” she scoffed out, “Or maybe you already are.”
“This is fucking stupid. I’m going home,” you said, grabbing your stuff.
No, wait. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” the tone of her voice was very apologetic, so you turned to face her.
“I’m not having sex with Ethan,” you sighed, “I just don’t want to talk about this.”
“Okay. You want to go to the mall or something?” she said, changing the subject.
“Yeah, I need to get new bras anyway.”
She got up and grabbed her keys, heading out the door with you.
After you made it to Victoria’s Secret, she convinced you to get matching sets of everything you bought, just in case you ever needed it.
“I highly doubt I will need it,” you laughed, as you put the sets in your basket.
“Yeah, right. I know you like to play up the whole ‘I don’t have sex’ thing, but you’re so full of shit,” she said, grabbing a few things for herself off the rack. “I know of at least 3 guys you hooked up with last year.”
“Okay, fuck you,” you said, playfully nudging her into the panty table.
“Ooh these are cute!” she said, holding a pair up. “You need these!”
You rolled your eyes as you added them to the basket. “I need to get the fuck out of here. This graduation money is supposed to be used towards college stuff.”
She started to laugh, “Yeah, well if you get dick in college then I think you’re still using it for the right reasons.”
After heading out of the mall and making it back to the car, you saw a text from your mom.
Mom: Where are you? Dinner starts in an hour, and I’d like to see you before you leave.
You: Sorry, heading home now.
“Hey, I need you to take me home. Mom just texted me,” you said, your anxiety creeping up. As soon as they left, you’d be alone with Ethan.
“That’s cool. We’ll be there in ten.”
When she dropped you off, you hurried to get inside. You set the bag and your purse down on the floor next to the door and went to the kitchen to help your mom with dinner.
“Hey, mom,” you said, giving her a side hug as she stood in front of the stove.
“Hey honey, did you have fun today?”
“Yeah, did you have fun?” Ethan asked from the doorway, holding up the bag that contained all the things you’d just bought.
You mouthed a ‘What the fuck’ to him, before responding. “Yeah, I just got some new stuff for school. I’ll be right back.”
You snatched the bag out of Ethan’s hand and took it to your room before your mom had a chance to see it.
“Who are you planning to wear all that stuff for?” he smirked. It was starting to get annoying.
“Not you,” you snapped, brushing past him and heading back towards the kitchen.
As you sat at the dinner table across from Ethan, you felt his eyes on you the entire time.
“I grabbed some groceries on the way home, so you two should be fine. I transferred some money to your account in case you don’t feel like cooking,” Your mom said to you, “Of course, make sure you use some of it for Ethan, too.”
“Of course, mom.” You smiled, “When are you guys heading out?”
“After dinner, as long as you two wouldn’t mind helping us again with the dishes tonight,” Wayne said, looking over to Ethan.
“We’d love to,” he said, his fake excitement over the dishes evident to everyone at the table.
“No need to be sarcastic,” his dad said, “I hope she keeps you in line while we’re gone.”
Ethan started to smile as he watched you.
“I think I’ll have to keep her in line.”
You tried to kick him under the table again, but he moved his leg before you could.
“I doubt that,” your mom said, taking her plate to the sink.
After dinner, Ethan took his place beside you as you washed the dishes, and he dried them. There was a strong tension there. Part of you wanted to slap him, part of you wanted to fuck him right there.
“Are you going to take this? Or do I have to hold it all night?” you asked, trying to hand him a wet plate.
“They haven’t left yet, you should probably try to keep your act up until they do,” he said, taking the plate from you.
“What the fuck is your problem?” you huffed, trying to keep busy with the dishes.
“My problem is that you were trying to make me hard last night, knowing we couldn’t do anything about it,” he said lowly, not wanting anyone else to hear what he was saying to you.
“You’re the one that’s been making me wet the last few months. I have no sympathy for last night,” you said, handing him another plate. “You haven’t had any sympathy for anything you’ve done. Always smirking and shit whenever you do something that turns me on.”
“So I make you wet?” he asked, his eyes on you.
“Fuck off, Ethan,” you whispered.
“Are you wet right now?” he asked, pressing you further to hear your answer.
“My mom and your dad are still here. Stop,” you said through gritted teeth.
“Answer the question, baby,” he whispered, when you mom walked in.
“Hey, we’re heading out now. It’s a three-hour drive, but I’ll text you when we get there,” she said, as Wayne walked up beside her.
“You two be safe. Be sure to set the alarm, and don’t forget to water the plants,” he said, before they both made their way through the house and out the door.
As soon as Ethan heard the car pull out of the driveway, he took the glass you were washing out of your hand and set it back in the sink.
“I think you still need to answer my question. Are you wet right now?”
“Fuck, yes Ethan! Is that what you wanted to hear?” you yelled, finally snapping at the situation.
He walked away from you and flopped down on the couch, turning on the tv. You followed him, glaring at him as he sat there.
“I don’t understand you,” you said, as he turned his attention to you.
“What do you mean?” he asked, trying to sound as innocent as you do.
“Oh wait, what was it that you said? Don’t start things you don’t want me to finish?” you asked, walking over towards him. “Well, I think you’ve started something.”
You crawled onto him, straddling his lap as he sat there. His brown eyes looked into yours as he waited for you to make another move.
You head leaned towards his as his hands went to your hips. When your lips touched, it quickly escalated. Your mouths moved together, only stopping to pull your shirt over your head. You started to grind against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against your ass.
“Imagine if your mom saw you like this. Her perfect, innocent daughter, trying to fuck me,” he said, placing kisses along your neck. You whimpered at the feeling as his teeth started to graze the sensitive flesh.
“Can we go to my room?” you asked, desperate for a little relief. Your core was throbbing, and your attempts at giving your clit the friction it needed wasn’t enough.
“Mhm,” he said, standing up as you stayed on him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you down the hall.
He pressed your back up against the door as he started to kiss you again, the angle of your hips making it easier to grind his erection against your pussy.
“Stop teasing me,” you said, his face inches from yours. You were both breathing heavy, both so needy.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, looking over your face as you nodded. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Please fuck me,” you whispered.
He carried you over to the bed laying you back as he quickly got you out of your jeans. He dropped to his knees as your legs hung off the side of the bed, his large hands spreading them apart. He leaned in and started to eat you out over your panties, the material drenched in both your arousal and his saliva.
“Oh fuck,” you mewled, as your hands went to his hair.
He pushed your panties to the side, lapping at your dripping entrance. Your bottom lip was in between your teeth as his tongue started to move up, giving you clit some attention. You looked down to see his eyes connected with yours as you sat up on your elbows.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, sliding two fingers inside of you.
You gasped as his fingers stretched you out, both of them bending to give attention to your g-spot.
His mouth attached back to your clit, his tongue gliding across it as he inched you closer to your orgasm.
It only took a few minutes as you started to feel your dripping pussy clinching around his fingers.
“Oh fuck, Ethan,” you moaned out. Your eyes screwed shut as your mouth fell open.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me,” he said, coaxing you as your hips started to jolt. “Just like that.”
His mouth gently licked your clit until you started to come back down from your high.
“I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard,” you said, as he stood up.
“That’s because you fuck losers at house parties,” he said, sliding your panties down your legs. “You could’ve had me making you cum like that the whole time.”
“Yeah, like you even noticed me at school before our parents met,” you said, a hint of sadness in your voice.
“That’s not true. I thought you were beautiful, but you were just so sweet. I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said, reaching behind you to unhook your bra. “It was too late once I saw who you really were.”
His mouth went to one of your nipples, sucking it in his mouth as his hand went to your other breast. He made sure to give each one equal attention as you started to whine underneath him.
“Do you have any condoms?” he asked, “If you don’t, I do.”
“Yeah, they’re in a box under my bed,” you said, as he smirked at you.
“Did you hide them there so your mom wouldn’t find them?” he asked, reaching under the bed and grabbing the box.
“Yeah, she still thinks I’m a virgin,” you said, sitting up as he stood against the side of the bed.
You reached over to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, desperate to get him out of them. You pulled his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs as his hard cock stood at attention right in front of your face. You felt your mouth start to water as you leaned closer to take him into your mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, as you took him as far in your mouth as you could. His hand went to your hair to hold it out of your face as you moved your head back and forth, your spit dripping down his cock. Your hand reached up to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, twisting your hand a little.
“Okay, if you want me to fuck you, you have to stop,” he said, laughing. “Who knew your mouth was good for more than the fake niceness that comes out of it.”
You rolled your eyes as you laid back, his hand reaching in the box to grab the foil-wrapped protection.
“Hurry up,” you whined, watching him take his time.
“You almost made me cum a minute ago. I don’t want to bust as soon as I get inside of you,” he said, rolling the condom on. “Be patient, baby. We have the whole weekend to do this.”
He took a couple minutes to give more attention to your nipples, before his mouth met with yours as he slowly slid inside of you. You moaned into the kiss as he stilled inside of you, giving you time to adjust to his size.
His mouth didn’t leave yours, the two of you making out as he started to move his hips. You were both moaning and groaning into each other’s mouths, releasing the sexual frustration that started to build months before.
He pulled away to watch your face as his fingers trailed down your neck, over your collar bone, all the way down to your throbbing clit.
“Oh shit,” you babbled, the feeling of his two fingers rubbing against you as he fucked into you making it hard to form words.
He pulled your legs up over his shoulders, making it easier for him to hit that special spot inside of you. The spot that was making your vision get fuzzy every time the tip of his cock hit it.
“I-fuck..gonna cum,” you finally got out, as your legs started to shake against him. He loved watching you as the wave of euphoria washed over you. The way your nipples got even harder, the way your eyebrows furrowed together, the way you got goosebumps.
As he watched, he felt on the edge of his own orgasm. “God this pussy is so perfect. You’re gonna make me cum.”
It only took a few more pumps into your fluttering walls for his hips to stutter, groaning out as he released into the condom.
“That was…amazing,” you said, your voice showing how tired and fucked out you were.
“You want to go to bed, babe?” he asked, as he took off the condom and put his boxers back on.
“Can you sleep in here with me? you asked, as he shook his head.
“No, I think that would be crossing the line.”
You started to laugh, “So what just happened didn’t cross any lines?”
“You’ve got a point,” he said, crawling in your bed beside you. “I really think you should consider wearing some of that stuff you bought today for me, just saying.”
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