#feral az

[ninthcircleofprythian]

Dinner and Dessert

Azriel x Pregnant! OC (Mira)

Word Count - 3.6k

Summary - as his mate's due date approaches, Az can't handle the sight of her pregnant body in a sundress without going a bit feral.

Warnings - light swearing, pregnancy, descriptions of pregnant body, breeding k!ink (if you squint), tons of sexual tension, explicit sex described (oral f recieving, fingering f recieveing, p in v)

Author's Note - This fic was written for being the clear winner of this poll. Also, a special dedication to my fellow monkey brain @chairofchaos for being with me every step of the way as I wrote this and for being so very strong and not allowing me to spoil it as it came together. Enjoy pookie. 😘

“We really should have planned this out better you know,” Mira’s voice echoed through the entryway as she descended the stairs. The shadows made a swirling lap around her body as she landed on the last step, Azriel gliding from the living room doorway to meet her. 

“Planned what out better, my love?”

“Being this pregnant in the middle of summer,” she sighed. “Nothing fits anymore and I’m constantly hot. I swear I’m carrying a tiny furnace in here at this point.” Mira’s hands slid over the large swell of her belly, tucking the drape of her dress under it as she cradled the weight from below.

Azriel’s eyes tracked the movement, flaring with heat when her hands found their resting place. The roundness of her belly on full display in the flowing fabric.

“That dress,” his voice rumbled, eyes lingering along her frame as his wings gave a slight tremble.

“Like I said, nothing fits anymore,” his mate twisted her lips in a pout. “The options are limited.” Releasing the hold on her stomach, Mira brought her hands up to the neckline, tugging it back to a more conservative height.

In a flash, Az’s hand stilled hers as he stepped closer, chest pressing against her exposed shoulder as he stood at her side. With his other hand, he replaced the hold she had along the bottom of that beautiful mound. The thin summer weight fabric allowed her to feel every ridge along his palm as it slid into place and she shivered in his hold from the sensation.

“I’m not complaining,” Az whispered as he bent to nuzzle along that dangerously low neckline. “But if you aren’t comfortable, you could always take it off.” With a tilt of his head, he peeked up from her cleavage that was threatening to spill out with a darkened stare.

“Azriel, stop,” she giggled with a push against his shoulder. “We’re going to be late.”

“It’s fine,” came his mumbled reply from between her generous breasts. “Let’s be late.” One of his hands now slipped to the small of her back, the curvature deepened with the weight she now carried. A low groan sounded from his chest.

Az had always loved his mate’s body. Every soft spot and curve and blemish. But something about the last months, watching everything about it change and grow with his child growing inside her, made him insatiable. The dress she was now wearing with the hem dancing along her feet and the waistline settling on the top of that bump, was the final straw. He was done for. 

Just as he began to bend at the knee to scoop her into his arms, she shoved against him once more. “Azriel, seriously. Stop,” she laughed. “This is probably the last family dinner I’ll be able to go to for a while. I want to go. I don’t want to be late.”

“Ok,” he sulked momentarily. “You’re right. To dinner we shall go then.” He gestured widely with his arm towards the door in a mocking tease. “But you know we could spare some time if you would just let me winnow us there.”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “I would prefer not to lose my appetite before dinner, thank you.” Ever since the pregnancy had neared its end, she couldn’t stomach winnowing any longer. The short step through the dark felt like more of a lurch and left her heaving afterwards and Az was entirely too nervous to fly with her in this state. “Besides, it's nice out - even if it is hot.”

“Fine. But we aren’t staying for dessert.” With a devilish grin, Azriel stooped to kiss his mate’s pouty lips. The hand along her back swept lower and with a start he pulled back, staring into her eyes with a look of shock.

“What?” she questioned with a furrowed brow.

“Mira, my love, are you –,” his hand explored a handful of her backside. “Are you not wearing any underwear?”

“Oh. Yeah,” she started as she made her way towards the door with a smug smile. “Those don’t fit anymore either.”

She let out another giggle as Azriel grumbled behind her, scrubbing one large hand down his face. “You’re fucking killing me.”

Thankfully, the walk to the River House was short enough that Mira wasn’t completely worn out. The entire way over she couldn’t help smiling as she noticed Azriel casually falling behind a few steps so he could get a long hard look at her backside as she walked. She may or may not have put a little more swagger in her already unsteady gait just for fun.

As she approached the front door, Azriel sidled up to her again. His hand slipped over her butt before settling low on her back, his fingers gently rubbing. Before she could even reach for the door handle, his other hand was once again cradling the underside of her protruding belly.

“What is with you today?,” she chuckled, nudging him with her shoulder.

“I can’t help it,” he smiled against her neck as he licked at the sheen of sweat that had gathered there. “You. This dress. Your beautiful belly with my baby inside. When I hold you like this, it feels like I’m holding my entire world in my hands.” He gave her a gentle tug as he settled his body closer, his hard length pressing through his clothing into her hip. Soft lips traveled up the side of her neck before nibbling at her earlobe. “It just does something to me,” he whispered.

“Az, honey,” Mira sang sweetly. “I’m starving.”

“Ok,” he said as he moved to stand behind her, his insistent hardness now pressing into her plump backside.

“We should go in.”

“Ok,” he mumbled against the back of her neck, hands now skimming over the flare of her hips.

“I need to open the door to do that.”

“Ok,” he whispered along one shoulder as both hands now cradled her belly. 

With a gentle lift he took the weight and shifted upward. The strain in her back instantly felt relief and the ache in her hips eased. The noise that left her was entirely involuntary as her hands gripped over his arms.

“Oooh, that feels so good,” she practically moaned and she felt his length twitch against her.

With a nip at her exposed shoulder, Az released his own sinful noise. “That is a very dangerous thing to say right about now.”

She didn’t even get the chance to respond as suddenly the door flung open. 

“I thought I heard someone out here,” Rhys said with a smirk, his violet eyes twinkling. “Dinner is ready if you are staying.”

“Yes, please,” Mira laughed as Rhys turned to head back inside and she moved to follow him. Azriel held back for just a moment as he adjusted himself outside on the doorstep.

Family dinner moved at a leisurely pace, much as it always did. Mira was in her element enjoying the conversation and food, laughing animatedly with their table mates. The night moved much too leisurely for Azriel however. He had begun the night with gentle touches, unable to keep his hands off his glowing mate. A hand along her thigh under the table, arm slung over the chair back caressing her shoulder with his fingertips, soft lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered to her.

Now, the touches were much more insistent and his leg bounced anxiously the entire time. A firm squeeze to her knee as Mira shifted in her seat, a sharp nibble to her shoulder as he tucked a pillow behind her back, a rough graze of his knuckles along her hip reminding him that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Like he needed the reminder. It was all he could think about.

As the conversation died down and the plates were cleared away, Mira stood stretching out her aching back. Instantly, Azriel was at her side, one arm slipping around her waist as he began ushering her towards the door. 

“Az, slow down,” she huffed out a laugh as he fought to keep his strides from outpacing hers.

“I made chocolate torte,” Elain’s musical voice announced from the dining room behind them.

“Ooooh,” Mira sighed as she twisted out of Az’s hold before he could flare out a wing to stop her. “Chocolate!”

She didn’t even make it a single step in the opposite direction before one scarred hand encircled her wrist. With a tender tug, she was spun back around into her mate’s arms and pressed tight to his chest. A protest bubbled in her throat but before she could voice it, Azriel drowned it out with a hard sweeping kiss.

Relaxing against him, she felt the hand gripping the back of her head tighten as his tongue dove in, finding its way to hers. Tangling and twisting, the kiss deepened. With a reluctant groan, Az pulled his face back and gazed into his mate’s eyes gauging her reaction.

Mira noted it had gone eerily quiet as he had kissed her. Suddenly she understood why. They were no longer standing in the River House foyer, but instead in their own shared bedroom.

“I thought if I distracted you first it wouldn’t make you sick,” Azriel smirked a sly grin.

“It worked,” she said breathlessly, flashing hot all over for reasons other than the weather.

His lopsided smile grew as he watched the color flood her face. Bending, he scooped his mate up in his arms and with one large step moved to the bed, depositing her squarely in the middle. 

Before she could get her elbows underneath herself to sit up some, he was tearing at his clothing. Belt ripped from his waistband followed quickly by his pants.

“Don’t move,’ he warned in a sultry tone as he watched her trying to pull herself up. The buttons of his shirt met their demise as they popped off with a tug.

Mira giggled as she heard them pop and hit the floor somewhere in the room. “I’m not even undressed.”

“Keep it on,” Azriel growled. 

Pulling her elbows from beneath herself, she fell back on the bed, watching as he began to crawl toward her. His large hand quickly found the hem of her dress that was now pushed up around her knees. Worming its way underneath, his skin met hers and before she knew it he was pushing against the inside of one leg.

She didn’t resist, knees parting as she made room for his body to settle between them. With a quick flutter of fabric, he disappeared, head buried underneath her dress and burrowing between her thighs.

A small sound of surprise squeaked out of her at his quickness, but it was covered immediately with a sharp gasp. In just a couple passes of his tongue, Azriel was at her clit and circling that sensitive bud. The grip on her hips increased as he moaned into her folds, the vibration caused her breath to shudder.

“I thought about this all through dinner,” he rumbled before lapping insistently at her arousal. “You. Completely bare. Ready and waiting for me under this dress.” He accentuated his words with hard passes of his tongue between them.

Mira’s breaths were hardly more than quick pants now as his tongue continued those circles with ferocity. Dipping down to gather more of her arousal along his tongue, she let out a whining moan.

Tongue returning to its task, one hand released her leg and snaked its way to her entrance, fingertips teasing.

“Az,” she whimpered.

Slowly, he began pressing a finger into her core. 

“Az, wait,” she panted. “Hold on a second.”

He felt her shifting her hips within his grasp as he flipped her dress off of his head. 

“What’s wrong?” His voice carried a hint of panic as he noticed one of her arms cradling her belly.

“I need to move,” she shifted her hips once more in an effort to slide onto her side. “I can’t breathe well on my back like this.”

His panic subdued, he quickly raised himself up into a kneel and helped her to roll more comfortably on her side. Leaning to grab a pillow, he had her lift a bit so he could tuck in beneath her belly for support.

“Better?” he asked with a tender trailing sweep of his hand over her stretched skin. 

“Much,” she sighed contented. “You can continue.”

Azriel belted out a ringing laugh. “Gladly, my love.”

Pulling her bottom leg straight out along the bed, he laid himself across the end of the mattress. Mira lifted her top leg as Az laid his head on the pillow of her thigh. Grabbing her lifted leg under the knee, he propped it against his body so that her foot was planted against his ribs before tucking his arm over it. 

“Now where was I?” he pondered aloud. “Here?” He lapped one long strip through her folds.

“Or, maybe it was –,” another pass of his tongue had him barely grazing her clit. “Here?”

“Azriel, don’t tease,” she pleaded as she dug her heel into his ribcage. 

“Yes, it was here,” he smiled wickedly to himself. With the same quickness as before, Az dove back in like a starved male. Driving his tongue against that throbbing bud, he brought his fingers back to her entrance. 

Now able to draw in a full breath, Mira was gasping and moaning with intensity with each flick against her. He couldn’t keep up with the arousal that dripped from her, coating his fingers as he inserted two of them fully. 

“Ah! Yes-Az” She cried out loudly, gripping the sheets in front of her face.

Setting a solid steady pace with his hand, he drew her clit between his lips and pulled, creating suction against it as he flicked against it. 

Her cries became a scream as the leg propped against him trembled. Pulling his other arm from beneath him, he reached up, gliding his palm along her taut stomach and pressed gently where he knew she felt that familiar tightening sensation. 

Her back arched and pressed her belly deeper into his palm. Azriel felt the beginning ripples of her climax roll over his fingers from inside her. With a pull, he curled them. 

That’s when all the breath left her. The pressure against that sweet spot inside left her hanging on a gasping cry. Every muscle in her back and legs tensed in unison as that white hot pleasure crashed through her.The intense clench of her walls pulsed over his fingers. The sweeping ripple through her belly against his palm made him pant out in surprise. As she came down from that peak, Az gave one light pass of his tongue over her clit, feeling her jolt against him before pulling his face back and slowly withdrawing his fingers.

Easing her leg from over his body, he brought himself up and curled his body around her from behind. Sweeping her hair away from her neck, Az nestled his lips against her heated skin, the tips of his fingers trailing lightly over her side. Mira was still slowing her labored breath as she pressed a palm to the side of her clothed belly.

“Does it hurt?” Az asked with a slightly worried tone.

“No,” she sighed contentedly. “It was just - intense.” She let out a satisfied hum as his palm replaced hers, finding that tight muscle with ease. 

Wiggling deeper into the mattress, she felt his still adamant hardness pressed against her. “What are you thinking about back there?” She laughed, arching her butt against him.

“You already know the answer to that,” he said gruffly into her neck. After a beat of pause he brought his lips to the shell of her ear. “What are you thinking about?”

He felt her tremble as his breath coasted over that sensitive spot and he couldn’t resist giving it a teasing lick as well.

“Mmm,” she groaned, pushing back against him harder. “I’m thinking about – chocolate.” Her merry laugh rang through the space as Az huffed his own amusement against her temple. “Among other things,” she said in a low tone. Reaching her arm back, she grazed her nails along his hip, the brush of her skin causing him to buck against her involuntarily.

“Help me,” she said as her hand left his hip and grabbed the fabric bunched around her hips. “It’s too hot for this.”

Pushing into a kneel once more, Az helped her maneuver the dress from her body, revealing more and more of her full frame as he did. Tossing the dress to the floor, he paused for a moment, kneeling behind her bent knees in awe.

Fully exposed and still laying on her side, every voluptuous asset was on full display. His hands explored the access this position afforded him. Every curve that drove him wild easily reached. Her heavy breasts that filled his palms, her ample ass that jiggled when he grabbed it, her firm belly that held their child within. His child. 

With a teasing bite to her luscious thigh, Az once again pulled her lower leg straight before straddling his legs over it. Grabbing her other ankle, he wrapped her leg around his waist, holding it firmly above his hip bone. 

Shifting closer, he notched his length against her exposed entrance. His hand smoothly followed the curve of her butt before dipping into the arc of her lower back. That deepened well, strained with the weight of the child she carried left him powerless. 

As he pushed his hips against her arousal slicked core and entered her fully, Mira moaned. And Azriel whimpered. 

He had known all along that this moment would be his undoing. He had ensured that she received her pleasure first and foremost before he buried himself in her warmth knowing that he was unlikely to hold out. As his hips found their rhythm, he folded himself over, nuzzling at her breast with a moan. 

The tight pull of his climax was building in intensity with each thrust. He held back his need to drive himself harder, relishing in the pleasure of his soft rhythm. Mira’s arm snaked under his chest attempting to reach between her parted thighs. With her belly in the way, she couldn’t find purchase against the aching need that pulsed there. Lifting up slightly, Az threw her arm over his shoulder and replaced her reach with his own, thumb dancing deliciously against her clit. 

She began writhing underneath him, her quiet pants and sultry moans building in intensity until he felt her fluttering around him. He no longer held back, pushing himself desperately into her with a snap of his hips. Her arm grasped against his back, scratching at the space between his wings. 

“Az. Az. Az,” she moaned breathlessly with each thrust he gave. He couldn’t bring himself to produce any sound in return, every bit of his energy concentrated on the feeling of her walls constricting his twitching length. Another thrust and she was coming apart beneath him, clenching hard around him. One more and his own release was barreling through him.

Her name left his lips in a cry. Every pulse of release stole his breath further until he collapsed on top of her gasping for air.

Moments passed as they collected their breath before Az shifted into a roll carefully avoiding landing his weight on his mate’s belly and settled in front of her. Her middle pressed against his own, his hand swept tenderly back and forth over it. Her eyes slipped closed and her breath evened out into the quiet pattern of almost sleep.

“Tired?” he asked, brushing the hair from her face. 

“Mhm,” she replied in a sigh, rubbing her cheek into his palm.

Azriel remained as he was, hand cradling her face as he stared at his mate in wonder. His mate. His partner through life. The mother of his child. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said as he removed his hand and replaced it with a kiss. Mira just gave another throaty noise in response, not bothering to open her eyes.

Some minutes later, Mira was awoken from slumber as Azriel cursed to himself. Popping her eyes open she watched as he stumbled through the bedroom door, arms laden with a tray in one hand and a steaming mug in another. Kicking the door shut behind him with his heel she noticed he was once again fully dressed. 

“Where did you go?” she asked sleepily as she pulled herself up to sitting, dragging the blanket Az had left over her up around her chest. 

“I felt bad that I made you skip dessert,” he smiled at her as he lowered the tray over her lap. Upon the tray sat half of Elain’s chocolate torte, still in its original pan, two forks laid across the empty half. 

“Oh, Azriel,” she brightened with delight, grabbing his face as he bent to place the mug on the tray as well. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” she giggled as she peppered his face with kisses. 

Turning back to the tray, she snatched the torte pan and settled it squarely on top of her round belly, digging in expeditiously. 

“Mmm,” she moaned, closing her eyes as she savored the rich taste.

“It almost sounds like the chocolate is better than the sex,” Az teased as he climbed into bed next to her. 

“Oh,” she laughed. “It’s definitely up there,” she held her thumb and forefinger apart barely touching as she squinted at him.  “A very close second I’d say.”

Az released a booming laugh before he too grabbed a fork and settled in for dessert.

[azrielslittleslut]

"The Frenzy" - Masterlist

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: a series about Azriel and his new mate exploring their mating bond. Each part can be read as a story or a one-shot.

Warnings: 18+, this is a smut series, each part has its own list of warnings

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Epilogue

this is a completed series!

[extraaa-30]

at the pitch meeting for the job episode:

someone: we need to establish continuity with the s1 biblical scenes, some kind of callback

neil and/or douglas mackinnon, about to be the funniest people alive: oh, haven't you heard...?

[theostrophywife]

Ok, so this is definitely a NSFW thought, but I just imagine this with Az and holy moly 🥵

on the edge.

author’s note: goddamn edging azriel is such a hot concept. i hope i did it justice. warning: smut under the cut.

The shadowsinger can’t stop shaking.

His breaths are coming out in low, strangled pants as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. It had been an hour of nothing but this torturous teasing, sixty minutes of you grinding down in a languid pace, letting his cock slip in and out of your pussy, stopping at the midpoint before starting the sadistic routine all over again.

Azriel wanted nothing more than to hold you down, fully sheathe himself within your silky walls, and fuck you into the mattress until you were hoarse from screaming in pleasure.

But he couldn’t.

He didn’t have permission to fuck you.

He didn’t have permission to make you cum.

You were clear on the rules. Tonight, you were in charge. Azriel could do nothing but let you use him as your own personal fuck toy. Over and over again, you brought him to the edge only to pull back once his orgasm was so close he could taste it.

Even now as you raked your nails against his tattooed chest, using his shoulders to give you the proper leverage to grind into him, Azriel couldn’t stop trembling. His legs are shaking as you ride him and he’s so overstimulated, the tip of his cock throbbing from the multiple orgasms that you’d denied.

Azriel squeezed his eyes shut as you grabbed his shaft, rubbing your soaking wet folds along the underside of his cock. You moaned as the throbbing vein rubbed deliciously against your clit and you rolled your hips into him, letting the friction build your pleasure.

Your mate trembled from the effort it took to keep himself from cumming. His wings unfurled as a sob racked through his body, a single tear falling down his cheek as the absence of your sweet pussy tore him away from an orgasm once more. He feels so overwhelmed, so conflicted between pushing you away to stop the sensation and cuddling into you for support. Azriel’s hands hovered on your hips, his head falling slack against your shoulder as he cried.

You swiped at his tears with your thumb and kissed the spot where they fell. “Poor baby,” you cooed, running your hands through his soft raven locks. “You’re doing so well, my love. Gonna give you what you want, okay baby?”

Azriel looked up at you, his hazel eyes pleading. “P-please,” he breathed. “Please. I need you, mommy.”

“I know, baby.” You kissed him softly and he sighed in relief as you shifted in his lap. Azriel let out a sharp gasp as you finally sank all the way down, taking all of him in. He could have cried with relief at how your walls hugged around his cock, snug and tight and secure just like it should be. “You’ve been such a good boy for mommy, haven’t you?”

Azriel sniffled, nodding. The praise felt like a beam of light in the hazy fog. “I think you deserve a reward, Azzie. Do you want me to keep riding you or do you want to fuck me?”

His voice was barely a rasp. “I want to fuck you. Please.”

You flipped over and pulled him on top of you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pushed him further in, groaning as he stretched your walls.

“Come fuck me then, baby.”

[blackthorn-faerie]

Remember when “You’re My Best Friend” was playing on the record when Aziraphale’s bookshop was burning down? A headcannon of mine is that Aziraphale plays Queen in the bookshop because he associates it with Crowley’s driving: it’s terrifying. He’s trying to scare off customers.

[separatist-apologist]

Sometimes I wonder if I've finally taken things too far

[fantasybooksandtealeaves]

I need a scene of "Gwyn saving Az from a group of captors and then going absolutely batshit feral, eyes BLAZING, menacing smile as she twirls her daggers in her hands and slaughters them into utter, complete oblivion while an injured Shadowsinger watches in a half delirious state" like I need air

[drinkingcoffee-inthedark]

disobeying orders

❗️🔞⚠️ smut, minors dni ⚠️ 🔞❗️

azriel x reader

word count: 1029

okay but imagine being one of az’s spies and going against his orders and putting yourself in danger. he’d be so mad. and once he made sure you were okay, he’d have to punish you for disobeying him.

he’d take you back to the camp you two had set up in the forest and bring you into his tent. he would get you on the ground and straddle your hips.

azriel would pin both of your hands above your head with one of his, and he’d wrap his other hand around your throat with just enough pressure to make you wet.

“don’t you dare go against my orders again,” he’d growl in your ear. the sensation would send a shiver up your spine. “do you understand me?” his hazel eyes would be filled with a mix of rage and lust.

“y-yes, sir,” you’d say, looking into his eyes. he’d dig his hips into yours roughly, making you yelp.

“good girl. remember who’s in charge here.” he would smirk as you tried to buck your hips up into his, needing the him to ease the pressure between your legs.

“you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you? did you pull that stunt just so i’d punish you?” you’d shake your head. you didn’t mean to go against him. you just wanted to do what you thought was best. the punishment was just an added bonus.

he’d just chuckle darkly, clearly not believing you. he would release his grip on your throat and wrists and make quick work of removing your leathers, then his own. leaving you under him in just your bra and panties, and him in just his boxers.

azriel would kiss your neck, then nip at it, leaving little marks all over. you would groan at the particularly rough bites, squirming under him for some relief from the heat pooling in your core. you would feel his own arousal pressing against your body, making you moan softly. he would make his way down your chest before finally removing your bra.

he would need to take a minute to stop and let his eyes roam you body. “so beautiful,” he’d breathe softly before kissing your breasts. his skillful mouth would work over your nipples, sucking and biting softly just the way you like. you would moan loudly, causing him to put one of his large, scarred hands over your mouth.

“do you want everyone to hear what a little slut you are for me?” he’s hiss. cassian and rhys had their separate tents around your own.

you would look at him wide eyed and shake your head. you had a reputation to uphold and you didn’t want anyone to see what a writhing mess you became at the shadowsinger’s touch.

azriel would smirk at you before making his way down your body and ripping your panties off. he wouldn’t even give you the chance to react before kissing your clit softly, making you arch your back desperately needing more contact. az would hold your hips down and completely devour you.

the spymaster would have to cloud you both with his shadows to muffle the sounds, knowing that the threat of people hearing you couldn’t stop the noises falling from your lips.

he’d add one finger, then two, then three inside you while his mouth went to work on your clit. he’d smirk against your sensitive skin as you clamped your thighs around his head and ground your hips down, fucking yourself on his fingers. azriel would curl his fingers just right and it would have you reeling. he wouldn’t let up until you came hard, chanting his name like a prayer.

he was so good with his mouth and his hands, but you would need more. need him inside you.

“please” you’d beg, “i need you to fuck me.”

the shadowsinger would look up at you with glazed, hungry eyes, his mouth still wet with your release. “get on your hands and knees. i’m going to fuck you like the slut you are. i’m going to give you just what you deserve.” and you’d scramble to climb on your hands and knees like he said. you would open your legs and offer yourself to him. and he’d take it.

he’d enter you slowly- he’s big. he doesn’t want to really hurt you. you would would cry out with him completely inside you, stretching and filling you to the brim. teetering the line between pain and pleasure. “az,” you’d moan his name softly, “please move, i need it.” you would tell him when you were adjusted to his size. that would be all the encouragement he would need.

he would fuck you rough and hard, the force making you brace yourself with your hands and grit your teeth. his thrusts would be fast and brutal making you moan his name loudly.

azriel would grab your hair and pull your head back towards him so he could growl in your ear, “you take it so well, pretty baby. you look so good when i’m inside you.”

you’d cry out and slam your hips back against him, nearly sobbing at the sensations, “you fuck me so good, az! so good, so fucking good!”

he would snake his hand around you and rub your clit and you would come completely undone. you’d come hard, screaming his name. hearing his name from your lips as your pussy clenched around him would send him over the edge. he’d grit his teeth and come with a growl, filling you up. the spymaster would let you catch your breath before pulling out of you, making you groan softly.

azriel would clean you up, then help you into his cot, where he’d lay down at your side. he would pull you into his arms and wrap his wings around both of you.

“i’m sorry,” you’d whisper into the darkness, “i shouldn’t have gone against your orders. he’d look at you with his hazel eyes going soft, looking at you with such adoration. so much love.

“don’t do it again. please. i can’t lose you.”

you’d nod and he’d press a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling him even closer.

[grandwretch]

the thing about chitose/tomizawa is that theyre the same person in different fonts like idk how to explain it. tomizawa hates her not because they're different but because of how they're the same because he can't wrap his mind around how/why chitose would end up in the same place as him with all her advantages. and the thing is. he wants to gloat about it. he wants to hold it over her head that he had the real redemption first and faster, that he had absolutely fucking nothing and she had everything, but he trusted ichiban completely while she betrayed them all to keep herself safe, that she was the last to truly take the turn for good.

and he's wrong, and he knows he's wrong, because he knows somewhere that chitose was a world away from her friends and her family wanted her dead and she didn't have much of anything. and he knows he's wrong because yeah chitose sold them out, but how much goodness can he claim when he held a blade to dwight's throat, when he was ready to torture yamai for information?

chitose was doing it for safety. tomizawa was doing it for revenge.

and he looks at her and she's everything he's not, rich and elegant and beautiful and confident, but they're the same inside and he hates her for it.

[cleothelittlerockstar]

Wanted to draw Fem!Aziraphale <3

Pose referance:

[ninthcircleofprythian]

Working on my Feral Az smut - and I've got it going at a nice simmer for sure. I want this bad boy to BOIL. Help me out yall. What are your spicy headcanons about our favorite Bat Boy and his pregnant mate?

[thorniest-rose]

I want Prism Eddie to rough fuck me and hold a knife to my throat, I'm so sorry but what have you two CREATED??? 😭💦👍

oh my GOD dhdhdhdhs ALL I CAN SEE IS THIS FEELS LIKE A VERY PRISM EDDIE THING TO DO. And this may or may not be something that happens later in the fic teehee. And we didn't create him!! Prism Eddie is very much an entity all of his own, he came to us and we're just his innocent vessels spreading his word.

[luv-assangiebatch]

I feel like I look like this when I walk into work with my laptop, purse, and now gym bag. I hang them all on my right shoulder too just like he does! We are basically the same person.

[fancifulpurposelesslovely]

Actually, these lyrics to this Hozier song were ghostwritten by Neil Josten if you even care. People kept giving him keys.

"Don't let it in with no intention to keep it

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey, don't feed it, it will come back"

[petrichoraline]

im sorry im laughing my ass of at win deciding to get physical after that flashback like no?? babe the opposite do the opposite!! open that mouth but use it for speaking you animal!!

[cattatoir]

Gotta find a way to be normal Monday like I’m not still gonna be thinking Crowley lost everything, his inspiration, his position, his host, because he cared. And then he loses everything again for the same reason.