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Azriel

☆ I'll Be Here

☆ We Could Be The Start of Something

☆ Such a Perfect Place to Start

☆ Darling, I'd Wait for You, Even If You Didn't Ask Me To

☆ You Take Me Higher*

☆ Loose Lips and Big Feelings

☆ The Right Time

☆ When Prayers Fall On Deaf Ears

☆ All Over My Skin*

☆ Sweet Somethings

☆ Silent Voices Speak

☆ A Helping Hand*

☆ Under Your Sharp Teeth*

☆ After the Show*

☆ Spoiled Rotten*

☆ Haunted*

☆ An Exercise in Patience*

☆ The Offering*

☆ In the Embrace of Darkness*

☆ Those Eyes*

☆ The First Light of Dawn*

☆ Put On A Show*

☆ Baby, You Know That I Miss You*

☆ Take Me Back To Eden*

☆ Sweeter than Sweet*

☆ In the Face of Your Love

☆ A Soft Place to Fall

☆ The Feel of Your Skin*

Series

☆ The Devil I Revel In (on hold)

Part I Part II

☆ I Laugh Like Me Again... She Laughs Like You

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII

☆ Moonlit Shadows

Act I Act II

Drabbles

☆ These Moments We Share

☆ The Sweetest Dream

☆ Close To You

☆ A Good Day

☆ Illicit Affairs*

☆ Let Me Hold You

☆ Summer Nights

search by universe: healer!reader ; band au ; spy!reader ; all over my skin universe

☆ Play Fighting*

Eris

☆ Fire on Fire

☆ Mind Over Matter

☆ With Your Hand In Mine

☆ The Meaning of Devotion*

☆ A Little Piece of Heaven*

☆ Hot Blooded*

☆ Utterly Yours*

☆ Hate Is A Funny Thing*

☆ On the Tip of My Tongue*

search by universe: fire on fire universe

Rhysand

☆ My Body Keeps Saying It's Yours*

☆ All Over My Skin*

☆ Spoiled Rotten*

☆ Your Name is a Sin I Breathe Like Oxygen*

☆ Stripped Bare*

☆ To The Last Drop*

☆ A Night To Remember*

☆ Put On A Show*

☆ Pull My Strings*

☆ F.U.C.K. (Friend You Can Keep)*

☆ The Feel of Your Skin*

search by universe: all over my skin universe

Cassian

☆ Thoroughly So*

☆ Teasing Touches*

Drabbles

☆ Say The Words

Lucien

☆ Good For Me*

☆ Old Habits*

Feyre

☆ Lunch*

Morrigan

☆ Drunk In Love*

Folk Tales of Prythian Masterlist

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

[azrielbrainrot]

band au azriel is like my favorite azriel ever thanks for creating him 🫶

This message made my day! I'm really glad you like him, he's definitely one of my faves too. That entire au is just really comforting for me and incredibly self indulgent

[azrielbrainrot]

Happy New Year 🌟

I'm alive, sorry for ghosting you. I hope everyone is doing well and ready to take on the new year.

I'm on new meds and feeling way less suicidal so there's a chance I'll be able to come back to writing but as things are I don't want to force myself to do anything so I can't make any promises.

[azrielbrainrot]

Azrielbrainrot's Kinktober 2024

☆ Day 1: Under Your Sharp Teeth (Blood Play with Vampire!Azriel)

☆ Day 2: After the Show (Thigh Riding with Azriel)

☆ Day 3: Good For Me (Pegging with Lucien)

☆ Day 4: Spoiled Rotten (Double Penetration with Azriel and Rhysand)

☆ Day 5: The Meaning of Devotion (Body Worship with God!Eris)

☆ Day 6: Haunted (Prey/Predator with Azriel)

☆ Day 7: Your Name Is a Sin I Breathe Like Oxygen (Corruption with Demon!Rhysand)

☆ Day 8: An Exercise In Patience (Cockwarming with Azriel)

☆ Day 9: Thoroughly So (Breeding, Knotting with Werewolf!Cassian)

☆ Day 10: Stripped Bare (Mirror Sex with Rhysand)

☆ Day 11: A Little Piece of Heaven (Morning Sex with Eris)

☆ Day 12: The Offering (Knife Play with Azriel)

☆ Day 13: Lunch (Face Sitting with Feyre)

☆ Day 14: In The Embrace of Darkness (Shadow Play with Azriel)

☆ Day 15: To The Last Drop (Overstimulation with Vampire!Rhysand)

☆ Day 16: Hot Blooded (Cuddle for Warmth with Eris)

☆ Day 17: Those Eyes (Oral, Face Fucking with Azriel)

☆ Day 18: A Night To Remember (Virginity with Rhysand)

☆ Day 19: Baby, You Know That I Miss You (Phone Sex, Guided Masturbation with Azriel)

☆ Day 20: Pull My Strings (Mind Control with Rhysand)

☆ Day 21: Utterly Yours (Bondage with Eris)

☆ Day 22: Put On A Show (Voyeurism with Azriel and Rhysand)

☆ Day 23: Old Habits (Public Sex with Lucien)

☆ Day 24: The First Light of Dawn (Somnophilia with Azriel)

☆ Day 25: F.U.C.K (Friend U Can Keep) (Mutual Masturbation with Rhysand)

☆ Day 26: Hate Is A Funny Thing (Hate Fucking with Eris)

☆ Day 27: Teasing Touches (Wing Play with Cassian)

☆ Day 28: Drunk In Love (Scissoring with Morrigan)

☆ Day 29: On The Tip of My Tongue (Touch Denial with Eris)

☆ Day 30: Take Me Back To Eden (Throne Sex with Azriel)

☆ Day 31: Sweeter Than Sweet (Anal with Azriel)

A/N: It feels a bit surreal to be doing this after reading kinktober stories for so many years but it's also been fun to have this challenge for myself. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

[azrielbrainrot]

I may not be able to participate in kinktober this year (writer's block and depression haha) but I offer last year's kinktober that I'm still surprised I managed to finish and am actually proud of.

[azrielbrainrot]

I was never too crazy with using "-" in sentences and just abuse commas instead but ever since I've seen people come to fanfic writers accusing them of using ai to write because they use it I've been so conscious of it. It's awful that people are doing that and ai is obviously shit but it's crazy that even when you're not using ai it can affect you, I genuinely wish it could just go away fast.

[azrielbrainrot]

Hate Is A Funny Thing

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x F!Reader

Kinktober 2024: Hate Sex

Description: You and Eris have been at each other's throats ever since you've first met, but today your night ends a little differently.

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, semi-public sex, some dirty talk

Word Count: 1,7k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Hate is a funny thing. It can consume you with unbridled rage in the blink of an eye, raw anger traveling to every extremity of your body at the simple sight of someone you hate. It makes you forget yourself and everything you've worked hard for, the mask of impartiality that you strive to maintain in public disappearing as soon as your gaze meets those familiar amber eyes.

Barely restrained power bubbling right beneath the surface as he spews hateful words behind that irritatingly arrogant smirk of his, your own mouth responding in kind, not letting you fall behind. The ice in your veins begging to be let out and doused over his fire to snuff it out even though you've long since mastered your powers.

All in all, you know the effects of hate pretty well, but you can't say you ever imagined it would lead you to getting fucked within an inch of your life by the person you claim to hate so much.

Tonight hadn't been the first time he had followed after you to continue your heated conversation when you walked out of the room, usually it simply leads to more vile words and even louder voices. You had even slapped him before, pushed at his chest a few times in anger, he had set a few unsuspecting plants on fire with his temper too, but, for some reason you can't explain, today you grabbed the back of his head and his hands fell on your waist instead, lips meeting in the middle in a hungry, untamed kiss.

There were no more biting words exchanged, both of you letting your bodies speak for themselves, kissing each other's lips raw, his teeth marking your neck as your nails carved his skin, desperately feverish hands pulling at each other's clothes, only able to somewhat relax and take a breath when he finally drives his cock inside your dripping cunt, the delicious stretch silencing the world around you.

“You can close your eyes all you want,” he says, breaking you out of your thoughts, “but it's still going to be me who's fucking you.”

His voice was deeper, breathier with the effort, struggling to push out his words evenly between pants, his usually vexing amber eyes darting between where your bodies met and your own when you finally looked up at him with half lidded eyes.

“Do you ever stop talking?”

Eris chuckles, opening his mouth to say something that will likely only make you madder, and so you grab his neck and pull him down for a kiss instead, knowing that's the only way you've managed to keep him quiet ever since you've met him. Of course that was the only reason you were kissing him, not because the way his tongue moved against yours sent a tingly feeling to every nerve on your body or because you could almost taste the moans that escaped him on your tongue.

Luckily he had winnowed you to a private location in between feverish kisses, some random office in the mansion the banquet was being held at, so you didn't have to worry about anyone seeing you at least. Unfortunately, no matter how embarrassing it would be for someone else to witness this, you can't keep this secret from yourself, and from now on you will have to look at Eris knowing how his hands feel like caressing your body and how well his cock stretches you out.

If you look at him objectively, ignoring everything he is and everything he could be, you can admit that Eris is an exceptionally handsome male even though you would never say the words out loud. He's also extremely intelligent and quick-witted, easily keeping up with your jabs when you fight, and powerful, so much so that you know he will become the High Lord one day. But he will always be Eris.

He trails kisses down to your neck, hips moving incessantly against yours, making it hard to breathe let alone think. His skin felt warm against yours, it shouldn't have come as a surprise seeing as he was quite literally made of fire, but it threatened to melt the ice living under yours, the one who helped you keep an unaffected mask in place, the one you desperately needed right now to keep his name off your lips.

As if sensing your thoughts, Eris moves away from your neck and comes up to watch your face as he fucks you, thrusting into you deeper while keeping those Gods forsaken fiery eyes on yours, taking note of every breath you took and moan you attempted to bite back. Having his undivided attention becomes too much too soon and you can't help but close your eyes, trying to take comfort in the way his body moved against yours to escape how his eyes burned into you with emotions you couldn't decipher, were too scared to.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he breathes out, sounding less like an order and more like a plea. There was a softness behind his voice that you had never heard coming from him. It sounded wrong, so far detached from you, him and everything that will never be between you. Taking a steadying breath, you open your eyes, what you find swirling in his making your next words easier to find.

“What made you this needy?” You hate yourself for doing this, for being unable to see any vulnerability behind his eyes without nipping it at the bud, but you couldn't stop yourself. “Is it your father's cruelty? I hear he didn't even let your mother hold you when you were a child.”

A raging fire burns in his eyes at your vile words, his hand coming down to wrap around your neck as he thrusted harder into you. Good, this was good, familiar, you knew how to work with this. You knew he'd take any comment about his father with a cruel smile, but bringing up his mother was always going too far, it brought out that side of him that did justice to the Vanserra name.

Eris studies you for a moment, searching for something you hoped he couldn't find before that annoyingly captivating smirk of his returns to his lips, looking up at the office's door and letting out a breath, one that sounded more like a cruel laugh. You could also feel his hands warming up against your skin - maybe you truly had gone too far.

When he meets your eyes again, you expect to find the male who once burned a hole in your new dress and insults you every chance he gets, and you do but something's not quite right. What you find in his eyes is a vast ocean of unbridled rage and engulfing flames threatening to consume you whole, and yet there's more to it, more than you have ever gotten from him.

“I was going to be nice and let you cum on my cock,” he starts, his hips slowing down more and more with every word, “but you can't ever keep your mouth shut, can you?”

“Eris, don't you dare-”

He ignores your thinly veiled threat, his hips coming to a stop with his cock deep inside you, smirk only widening as your glare sours. Grabbing onto your body tightly, he winnows you once more, this time to the sofa across the room, sitting down with you still perched on his cock, the change in position driving it impossibly deeper inside you, a choked moan escaping your parted lips.

“If you want to cum, you'll have to do it yourself.”

Gods, you truly hated him, more than you could ever explain. A myriad of thoughts pass through your mind, your pride and ego begging you to walk away and leave him unsatisfied, but you knew you couldn't, and as your hips start moving you on top of him, you know there was only one possible answer from the start.

“Good girl-”

You cover his mouth before he can piss you off even further and ruin this for you, the way he smiles against your palm enough to let you know this is exactly what he wanted, that you were playing right into his hand, but you couldn't even bring yourself to care, not when he was stretching you out so deliciously, when he was hitting every pleasure spot inside you, ones you didn't even know existed, his hands falling over your thighs and helping you move along his thick cock, bodies trembling against each other.

It's only when the pleasure becomes too much, and you feel yourself right on the edge that your hands drops from his mouth, moving to his shoulder instead to find some leverage as your thighs burned with the effort of chasing that destructive orgasm you felt just out of reach, the one that would make all of this worth it.

Despite his words, Eris seemed unwilling to let you do it on your own, one of his hands traveling down your body, sending goosebumps erupting throughout your skin as it went, coming down to find your clit, rolling it with his thumb, an immediate moan of his name escaping your lips, one you can't even bring yourself to care about even though you had been trying your best to keep it down ever since he first kissed you.

Your orgasm finds you like this, washing away every thought from your brain as you shake on top of him, barely managing to keep moving long enough to feel him cumming deep inside you as well. In the midst of all the pleasure and insanity you seemed to have reached out for him, kissing him as you were coming down.

When you finally pull away to catch your breaths, he leans back against the sofa with closed eyes, chest rising and falling as his hands held onto your sides loosely, and you finally understand why he needed you to keep your eyes on him.

“Eris,” you find yourself whispering, almost sighing in relief when he meets your eyes, grabbing the back of your head gently and pulling you down for a kiss.

See, the funny thing about hate is that it can turn into something else entirely when you least expect it and leave you hopeless in the face of it all.

[azrielbrainrot]

Hello! I just wanted to reassure everyone that I'm not neglecting this blog, my mental illness is just neglecting me.

I actually had a burst of inspiration and wrote a little today, hopefully I'll be able to keep it up. I really love "She Laughs Like You" which means that I'm even more critical than usual with its chapters especially when it's almost at the end, but I'm doing my best to have it up as soon as I can!

[tomorrowillbeyou]

Takes a guy who's obsessed with saving people even if it risks his life and a guy who is literally allergic to asking for help in any situation and puts them in My stew puts them in my fucking stew and stirs it

[azrielbrainrot]

miss you :(

Hi 😭 I'm sorry I know I've been really inactive but things have been a bit rough for me mentally lately and I've been busier than usual so I haven't really had the chance to properly write.

I'm still trying to write though and I have no intention of abandoning this blog so you guys don't have to worry!

[kizkataz]

when a ship involves one character being so utterly devoted to the other that its borderline religious????? when the devoted character is written to be seen as a sinner, or damned, or a non believer??? and the other character an angel or god-like???? i simply eat that shit UP how can you not??

[azrielbrainrot]

Really need to update She Laughs Like You because it has been so long but I'm also still debating on changing the name

[azrielbrainrot]

Play Fighting with Azriel

Warnings: smut, making out, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex

A/N: I don't know what this is but enjoy.

“Do you yield?”

With your wrist pinned under his hand and his bigger body straddling yours, you couldn't even say anything, only letting out a scoff and glaring up at him.

Of course you had no delusional belief that you'd be able to actually take Azriel but the fact that he had won so easily without even breaking a sweat was frustrating you a bit. You've been practicing with him so often, it almost feels like you wasted all those early mornings.

There was something about the confident smirk on his face as he peered down at you that was making it harder to breathe too. Mother knows Azriel has always been unbelievably handsome but Gods does he look even better with that confident, even slight arrogant, glint in his eyes, biceps straining against his short sleeved shirt, its hem riding up just enough to give you a tease of skin and toned muscle.

An idea pops into your mind then, a delicious, wicked idea. You bite your lip, trying and failing to fight back a smile, taking advantage of the hand he hadn't even concerned himself with restraining and placing it on his chest.

“I guess I should know better than to think I could beat our famed Shadowsinger,” you say, eyes dropping to his lips before moving lower to watch your hand.

“What are you up to, princess?”

“Nothing at all.” You give a shrug, trailing your hand down and down his torso, feeling his breath hitch as you both watch your hand move slowly until you find the sliver of skin right above his pants. You let your fingers wander for a second, a fire igniting in your lower belly as the air changes around you.

Things between you and Azriel have always been interesting to say the least. There was always flirting and pet names, lingering touches and heated stares, it's not even the first time that you found yourself with his body pressed against yours similarly to this moment, but you had never quite crossed the line, not fully.

A soft call of your name brings you back to the present, finding your finger had moved on its own and you were now tracing the waistband of his pants. When your eyes meet you hesitate, momentarily forgetting what you were doing in the face of so much desire, the same that was probably written on your own face. Being caged under his body like this makes it hard for you to think, meaning your body is fighting to take control and unfortunately your body only wants one thing right now.

With a sigh, almost disappointed in yourself, you kick out his legs like he has taught you, releasing his hold on your wrist, and with a push of your hands at his chest and a not so fair grab of his sensitive wings, you manage to throw him off his balance and then lunge at him and flip him over, straddling him just as he had done to you.

A triumphant smile falls over your lips as you take in his bewildered expression, grabbing both of his wrists against the floor and repeating the same words he had thrown at you earlier.

“Do you yield?”

Azriel regains his composure with a couple of blinks, an amused smile gracing his face. “You beat me,” he murmurs with a small sigh.

“I did,” you confirm with a nod, voice fat too breathy for your liking. Letting go of his wrists, you sit up on his torso, his hand coming up to hold onto your thigh immediately. You both knew he could easily flip you back if he wanted to, but he seemed perfectly content with seeing you perched on top of him.

You were acutely aware of your position, every inch of heated skin pressed against yours, the slight tremble in both of your breaths and the all-consuming hunger in his eyes.

If you had already crossed the line, why not take advantage of it? Why had you been holding back for so long anyway? You certainly couldn't think of a good reason as your scents deepen and a heat you can't seem to control rises within you.

“Does the winner get a prize?”

His grip on your thigh tightens for a beat, that same stupidly attractive smirk returning to his lips. It makes you clench around nothing, and you know he feels it too when he lets out a breathless groan, gaze dropping to where you sit down on him before meeting yours again, other hand coming to hold onto your other thigh, grinding you down on him.

“What do you have in mind, princess?”

“You,” you breathe out, “I want you.”

No sooner the words leave your mouth than he sits up and presses his lips against yours, instincts taking control as you forget that line, forget everything but him. All that time spent playing around each other seems to crash down over you with an intense sense of urgency. Devouring each other like you had been starving, teeth clashing and hands roaming, pushing clothes to the side.

You could feel your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your folds, could feel his cock throbbing as you grind into him, his teeth biting down your neck, breathy moans escaping your lips unattended.

“Az,” you whine at a particularly harsh bite, “please I need you now.”

He groans against your neck and comes up to kiss you again. The kiss is entirely too short for your liking and you were about to tell him as much when he sits up and carries you up with him, moving to drop you over the sofa unceremoniously and taking off your pants and underwear at once.

Before you have the chance to grab onto his clothes and do the same, he dives down and licks a stripe over your cunt, making both of you let out obscenely loud moans. Azriel wastes no time in diving back in, your hands tangling in his hair as he devours you, making out with your cunt.

It feels like you had been close ever since his lips fell on yours, desire running over your veins like molten lava, so it's not surprise that you find yourself right in the edge as soon as he fucks two fingers into you. You go to tell him as much when he stops suddenly, a whimper escaping you, hands trying to grip onto his hair harder and keep him in place.

“Why…?”

“Gonna fuck you properly.” His voice is breathy and rough with desire, eyes transfixed on your leaking cunt as he unbuckles his pants and frees his erection at last, pumping it once, twice before looking up at you. “Isn't that what you wanted?”

“Please.”

At any other time you might have been embarrassed with how much you were begging but as he guides his throbbing cock to your hole, you couldn't even feel a sliver of embarrassment, or anything else aside from hungry desire.

You grab onto his neck as he works his cock into you, bringing him in for another kiss, finding his lips had been away from yours for far too long and you needed more of his intoxicating taste. He fucks his full length into you as slowly as both of your nonexistent patiences allow, but as soon as he sits fully inside you, making you struggle to take a breath at just how full you felt, his hips start snapping into yours at a punishing pace.

The world disappears around you, sounds of skin slapping on skin and unabashed moans the only thing that could be heard around the room, and likely the rest of the house. If you had been able to pay attention you might have noticed Cassian flying Nesta out of the House between giggles, giving you both the privacy you so clearly needed.

You have no idea how much time passed before you feel like you can't hold back anymore, the promise of a destructive orgasm rising inside you, getting closer and closer with every snap of his hips.

“Az, I'm-”

“I know,” he manages between breaths, “Me too.”

He trails a hand down to your clit, toying with it until you can't breathe and pleasure washes over you, cunt clenching around him wildly, sending him over the edge right along with you. Azriel buries his face in the crook of your neck and grinds into you, fucking you through your orgasms and only stopping when you come down, breaths normalizing as sensitivity becomes too much to bear.

You hold each other like that for a while, keeping your bodies as close as possible even when he comes up to kiss you again, slower, and pulls away to look into your eyes, words that haven't been said clear as day in the hazel. You cup his cheek and smile up at him, cursing yourself for waiting this long to have him, taking in the infatuated smile on his own face.

“Feels like I won too.”

[azrielbrainrot]

taglist: @lilah-asteria @lupinswolfsbanes @therealmoonstone @mrsjna @nightowlss @ushijima-stits

[azrielbrainrot]

Play Fighting with Azriel

Warnings: smut, making out, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex

A/N: I don't know what this is but enjoy.

“Do you yield?”

With your wrist pinned under his hand and his bigger body straddling yours, you couldn't even say anything, only letting out a scoff and glaring up at him.

Of course you had no delusional belief that you'd be able to actually take Azriel but the fact that he had won so easily without even breaking a sweat was frustrating you a bit. You've been practicing with him so often, it almost feels like you wasted all those early mornings.

There was something about the confident smirk on his face as he peered down at you that was making it harder to breathe too. Mother knows Azriel has always been unbelievably handsome but Gods does he look even better with that confident, even slight arrogant, glint in his eyes, biceps straining against his short sleeved shirt, its hem riding up just enough to give you a tease of skin and toned muscle.

An idea pops into your mind then, a delicious, wicked idea. You bite your lip, trying and failing to fight back a smile, taking advantage of the hand he hadn't even concerned himself with restraining and placing it on his chest.

“I guess I should know better than to think I could beat our famed Shadowsinger,” you say, eyes dropping to his lips before moving lower to watch your hand.

“What are you up to, princess?”

“Nothing at all.” You give a shrug, trailing your hand down and down his torso, feeling his breath hitch as you both watch your hand move slowly until you find the sliver of skin right above his pants. You let your fingers wander for a second, a fire igniting in your lower belly as the air changes around you.

Things between you and Azriel have always been interesting to say the least. There was always flirting and pet names, lingering touches and heated stares, it's not even the first time that you found yourself with his body pressed against yours similarly to this moment, but you had never quite crossed the line, not fully.

A soft call of your name brings you back to the present, finding your finger had moved on its own and you were now tracing the waistband of his pants. When your eyes meet you hesitate, momentarily forgetting what you were doing in the face of so much desire, the same that was probably written on your own face. Being caged under his body like this makes it hard for you to think, meaning your body is fighting to take control and unfortunately your body only wants one thing right now.

With a sigh, almost disappointed in yourself, you kick out his legs like he has taught you, releasing his hold on your wrist, and with a push of your hands at his chest and a not so fair grab of his sensitive wings, you manage to throw him off his balance and then lunge at him and flip him over, straddling him just as he had done to you.

A triumphant smile falls over your lips as you take in his bewildered expression, grabbing both of his wrists against the floor and repeating the same words he had thrown at you earlier.

“Do you yield?”

Azriel regains his composure with a couple of blinks, an amused smile gracing his face. “You beat me,” he murmurs with a small sigh.

“I did,” you confirm with a nod, voice far too breathy for your liking. Letting go of his wrists, you sit up on his torso, his hand coming up to hold onto your thigh immediately. You both knew he could easily flip you back if he wanted to, but he seemed perfectly content with seeing you perched on top of him.

You were acutely aware of your position, every inch of heated skin pressed against yours, the slight tremble in both of your breaths and the all-consuming hunger in his eyes.

If you had already crossed the line, why not take advantage of it? Why had you been holding back for so long anyway? You certainly couldn't think of a good reason as your scents deepen and a heat you can't seem to control rises within you.

“Does the winner get a prize?”

His grip on your thigh tightens for a beat, that same stupidly attractive smirk returning to his lips. It makes you clench around nothing, and you know he feels it too when he lets out a breathless groan, gaze dropping to where you sit down on him before meeting yours again, his other hand coming to hold onto your other thigh, grinding you down on him.

“What do you have in mind, princess?”

“You,” you breathe out, “I want you.”

No sooner the words leave your mouth than he sits up and presses his lips against yours, instincts taking control as you forget that line, forget everything but him. All that time spent playing around each other seems to crash down over you with an intense sense of urgency. Devouring each other like you had been starving, teeth clashing and hands roaming, pushing clothes to the side.

You could feel your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your folds, could feel his cock throbbing as you grind into him, his teeth biting down your neck, breathy moans escaping your lips unattended.

“Az,” you whine at a particularly harsh bite, “please I need you now.”

He groans against your neck and comes up to kiss you again. The kiss is entirely too short for your liking and you were about to tell him as much when he sits up and carries you up with him, moving to drop you over the sofa unceremoniously and taking off your pants and underwear at once.

Before you have the chance to grab onto his clothes and do the same, he dives down and licks a stripe over your cunt, making both of you let out obscenely loud moans. Azriel wastes no time in diving back in, your hands tangling in his hair as he devours you, making out with your cunt.

It feels like you had been close ever since his lips fell on yours, desire running over your veins like molten lava, so it's not surprise that you find yourself right in the edge as soon as he fucks two fingers into you. You go to tell him as much when he stops suddenly, a whimper escaping you, hands trying to grip onto his hair harder and keep him in place.

“Why…?”

“Gonna fuck you properly.” His voice is breathy and rough with desire, eyes transfixed on your leaking cunt as he unbuckles his pants and frees his erection at last, pumping it once, twice before looking up at you. “Isn't that what you wanted?”

“Please.”

At any other time you might have been embarrassed with how much you were begging but as he guides his throbbing cock to your hole, you couldn't even feel a sliver of embarrassment, or anything else aside from hungry desire.

You grab onto his neck as he works his cock into you, bringing him in for another kiss, finding his lips had been away from yours for far too long and you needed more of his intoxicating taste. He fucks his full length into you as slowly as both of your nonexistent patiences allow, but as soon as he sits fully inside you, making you struggle to take a breath at just how full you felt, his hips start snapping into yours at a punishing pace.

The world disappears around you, sounds of skin slapping on skin and unabashed moans the only thing that could be heard around the room, and likely the rest of the house. If you had been able to pay attention you might have noticed Cassian flying Nesta out of the House between giggles, giving you both the privacy you so clearly needed.

You have no idea how much time passed before you feel like you can't hold back anymore, the promise of a destructive orgasm rising inside you, getting closer and closer with every snap of his hips.

“Az, I'm-”

“I know,” he manages between breaths, “Me too.”

He trails a hand down to your clit, toying with it until you can't breathe and pleasure washes over you, cunt clenching around him wildly, sending him over the edge right along with you. Azriel buries his face in the crook of your neck and grinds into you, fucking you through your orgasms and only stopping when you come down, breaths normalizing as sensitivity becomes too much to bear.

You hold each other like that for a while, keeping your bodies as close as possible even when he comes up to kiss you again, slower, and pulls away to look into your eyes, words that haven't been said clear as day in the hazel. You cup his cheek and smile up at him, cursing yourself for waiting this long to have him, taking in the infatuated smile on his own face.

“Feels like I won too.”

[cuubism]

do fic readers know that their comments actually influence the course of the story sometimes? i don't mean in a "you need to write it this way because i say so 😡" type of comment, i mean when people are asking questions or really engaging with the plot and the themes in the comments they sometimes bring up things that i didn't even think of, or dig into parts of the story that i've overlooked, or get really interested/fixated on something i was going to just kind of glance over--and it has me going 'oh wait that's actually really interesting, that's a good point' and fully adding or tweaking or changing things about the story going forward. i'm literally adding an entire additional chapter to something right now because someone's comment had me like "oh i didn't dig into that as much as i could have." you have impact!

[azrielbrainrot]

saving some of my favorite lyrics to use as fic titles x never thinking any story is good enough for them

[trashy-greyjoy]

sometimes, it's not so much about the romance as it is about the devotion. the adoration.

[azrielbrainrot]

The Feel of Your Skin

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader x Rhysand

Description: Azriel and Rhysand have a quite interesting way of waking you up and making you forget your duties.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, handjobs, grinding (?), just filth really but kind of soft, morning sex

Word Count: 1,6k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Notes: This story is part of the All Over My Skin Universe. I haven't written smut in a while but I got inspired out of nowhere and this basically wrote itself. Hope you enjoy!

Your brain was still dazed when you started feeling your two favorite males kissing your body awake, gently licking over any marks that had survived the night. The whispered good mornings in their sleep tinged voices sending shivers down your spine as their hands roamed your body, pulling you even closer, trapping you in between them.

It was impossible to miss the scent of desire in the air, even more to miss the High Lord's obvious arousal pressing up against your backside. He wasted no time in holding a hand over your stomach, keeping you in place and grinding into you unhurriedly, breaths and soft groans of pleasure escaping him as he busied his mouth with your neck.

At the same time Azriel's hands started traveling lower and lower, soon finding its place over your already leaking cunt with an appreciative hum. It was only then that you opened your eyes, finding him already watching you intently, desire conquering the beautiful hazel as he spread your wetness around, teasing you.

“There's no time,” you pant just as he pressed his finger against your entrance, not hard enough to enter you, only toying with it, with you. “I have work soon.”

“We can make this quick,” he murmurs, leaning in to drop a kiss over your lips and kissing a trail down to the underside of your jaw, sharp canines teasing the skin.

“But I still need to go back to Winter.”

“I'll winnow you in, I'm faster,” Rhys offers, only pulling himself away from your neck long enough to whisper the words in your ear.

You should have told them that you'd still need a long bath and to scrub your body thoroughly to wash off their scent, that dousing you in it once more would only make the task that much harder. There really wasn't any way for you to get to work on time even if Rhys took you there, knew it meant arriving late and making up an excuse even though you hated lying to your coworkers. But with the promise of the delicious pleasure you know they can bring you, you find that you don't care that much, certainly not enough to get up and away from in between their warm bodies, you're not sure anything would be worth that.

Both males smile against your skin when they feel you make up your mind, your body relaxing further against theirs and your hand finding its place on the back of Azriel's neck, grasping onto his curls as theirs kissed become rougher, Rhys' hips rolling deeper into you, the way his entire body pressed against yours making you infinitely glad you hadn't put on any clothes to sleep last night. A hum travels up the High Lord's throat, the agreement sending goosebumps across your skin.

Azriel finds the end of his patience and finally pushes a finger into you slowly, relishing in the feeling of your gummy walls accepting the familiar intrusion, making way for him. He soon adds another finger, pumping them both in and out gently, the way you squeezed around them reminding him of how you had felt around his cock the night before, so warm and tight; and the breathy moans you let out so close to his ear making him want to make them louder, to hear his name coming out of your pretty lips unabashedly once again.

His teeth sink into your throat, leaving a mark that you would likely chastise him for when you both came back down to earth but that in the moment gave him exactly what he wanted; a moan of his name sounding around the quiet room, and more would have followed as he sped up and pumped his fingers into you deeper, the heel of his hand pressed perfectly against your clit so you could grind against it to your heart's content, if he hadn't captured your mouth with his, effectively swallowing the whines threatening to escape.

Of course Rhysand takes this as his opportunity to stop holding back as well, his hand moving to hold your hip as you ground against Azriel's hand, against him, biting and sucking across your neck, your shoulder, anything he could reach, making sure that if anyone saw Azriel's mark they would have no way of missing his.

You couldn't even find the mind to care or tell him off as you usually did, could only focus on the way their bodies moved against yours, instincts kicking in and making you desperate for release, to feel them reach theirs at your hand.

It's only then you realize that Azriel's cock stands untouched against his torso, his hips twitching every once in a while, trying to chase any friction as he sends you into an ocean of pleasure without giving any thought to his. Touch him. The command echoed in your mind, though you couldn't be sure if it was an order or a plea. Either way you didn't have to be told twice.

Your hand travels down his body much like he had done to you earlier, feeling the hard muscle tense and relaxing under your touch, before reaching his abdomen, easily finding his impressive length leaking and ready for you. Running a finger over the soft, thick head, you attempt to pay him back in kind and tease him, but you found you don't have the patience and heart for it, definitely not in the moment, and with the first buck of his hips, you wrap your hand around his cock, squeezing him just right and set a rhythm moving up and down.

Azriel pulls away from the kiss to let a deep groan escape his lips, pressing his forehead against yours and moving his hips along with you, fucking into your hand while you did you best to ride his fingers and helped Rhysand chase his own orgasm - after knowing each other so intimately your bodies moved in tandem like a well oiled machine.

Sounds of pleasure echoed around the room as you lost yourselves in the pleasure. You didn't pay any mind to the sweat gathering in your skins, the way the muscles that hadn't quite woken up and still ached from the night before made their discomfort known, the awkward angle your arms and legs were stuck in. Nothing mattered but each other.

Ecstasy finds Rhysand first, the rhythm he had set up wavering as his hips falter against the onslaught of pleasure. His hand grips onto your hip harder, bruising the flesh as he buries his face in your neck and lets go with a deep groan.

It's with the way his canines sink into your skin and the feeling of his release over your back that makes the rough skin of Azriel's hand toying with your clit and how expertly his fingers work your cunt become too much to bear and you follow suit, a powerful orgasm shaking your body as a silent scream keeps your lips parted.

Azriel cums last, as he usually does, only surrendering himself to the pleasure after he sees you and Rhysand do it first. Letting the grip you still had on his cock and the spent breaths and whimpers coming from both of you walk him into oblivion.

When your ears unclog and the world doesn't sound so muffled behind the daze, the only sound that can be heard around the room are heavy breaths and the distant voices of the people walking on the street, telling you it wasn't early morning anymore.

Your body tries to find its way back to sleep while you struggle to clear your mind and finally get a start on the day. Rhys helps you make a decision as he drops one last chaste, wet kiss on the back of your neck before rolling over onto his back, seemingly in the same predicament as you. Unfortunately that kiss helped wake your body up, but it only made it harder to think clearly as desire rose up again, even hungrier than before.

A burst of recklessness has your body moving before your mind can find a reason not to, pushing Azriel onto his back and moving to straddle him, sitting right over his sensitive cock, a tremble running through you at the feeling of it pressing against the place you need him most. Similarly a shudder runs through his body as he tries to adjust his wings, pressed against the sheets as they were at your quick and less than delicate change in position, the aftermath of his orgasm making them that much more sensitive than usual.

It wasn't often you found yourself on top of him, your hands falling onto his waist as you took him in, so beautiful in the afterglow of his orgasm, the evidence of it still staining your fingers and his abdomen. It gave you a quite mischievous idea.

Both the Shadowsinger and the High Lord look up at you with a questioning but excessively interested look in their eyes, any remnants of sleep disappearing at the sight of your naked body sitting on Azriel with a particular twinkle in your eyes.

“I'm going to be late anyway,” you say with a shrug, knowing there's no need for further explanation or convincing when it comes to them.

Rhys lets out a chuckle, a truly wicked and delicious sound, one that tells you he's had the same idea as you, before running his nail over the tops of Azriel's wing, delighting in the shudder that runs through his spymaster once again.

“We need to make the most of it then.”

[azrielbrainrot]

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