“It’s not SA, he just had her give him a lap dance!”
Do you children know what a lap dance is? Ever given one? Ever gotten one? Ever seen one in action?
A lap dance is inherently sexual at its core. You’re not just gyrating against someone’s cotton trousers or polyester dress. You are literally dancing by grinding your ass into someone’s crotch.
“He only held her by the waist, he never touched her any further!”
Again, do you children know what a lap dance is? Ever given one? Ever gotten one? Ever seen one in action?
In order to efficiently grind said ass into said crotch, the person dancing needs an anchor, either something strong in front of them like a bar or a chair, etc etc or (more likely) the person sitting down’s hands. The hands not only keep the person dancing steady on their lap, but also push the person dancing further into their crotch.
So, why is the scene UtM SA? Because it involves someone coercing someone into taking a substance they didn’t want to take (which took away her memory and her capabilities to say no and therefore derived her of the CONSENT and CHOICE y’all laud) and using her intoxicated and impaired state to forcefully grind their crotches together. And before you ask if it was forceful…
And you could argue, “Well the text doesn’t explicitly say she was giving him lapdances!” Which okay, fine. But then why was his hands on her hips all night? What other kind of sexual dances could they have been doing to make that necessary? If you’ve ever been dancing, at a club or house party or what have you, and some guy is dancing with you and grabbing your hips in a sexual manner, whether from the front or the back, I guarantee you he’s grinding his crotch into yours (which is one reason why I stopped going out early on in my life).
And this is nothing compared to the fact he had her dressed in nothing.
All of this while she was basically naked. A man in a position of power over her dressed her up in a “dress” that barely covered her, and forced her mostly naked, drunk and impaired self to sexually dance for him in front of other people for months while he touched her.
Even if there had been no dancing, a man in a position of power over her dressed her up in a “dress” that barely covered her, and forced her mostly naked, drunk and impaired self to sit in his lap in front of other people for months while he touched her.
Besties, no matter which way you twist it, that’s SA.
You know Rowan Whitethorn would have absolutely exposed Lucien being Helion's son, Eris's and Mor's secret backstory, Gwyn's parentage, the fact that Feyre was going to die Bella Swan-style and finally roasted Azriel about the necklace re-gifting, all in one dinner.
if some people are so certain that, as a ship, Gwynriel lacks chemistry, significant moments together, and there is no chance of them being endgame, then why need to turn Gwyn into an evil lightsinger just to justify Gwyn and Azriel not getting together?
you don’t have to ship Gwynriel, but stop bringing my girl Gwyn into this mess when it’s pretty much confirmed that ‘Gwyn is a lightsinger’ is a conspiracy theory. 😀 she’s unproblematic and doesn’t deserve to be trashed that way; she’s more than just a love interest you don’t like and feel entitled to twist things to make her look bad.
'Nesta isn't as powerful as her stans hype her up to be!!'
the Cauldron:
'She's useless and will be a powerless nobody in the next book!!'
the Mother, Mask, Crown, and Harp:
'Amren was right. She IS a waste of life!!'
Emerie, Gwyn, Elain, and Feyre:
'Nobody even cares about her!!'
the sea, wind, Prison, ancient deadly creatures, some Death Gods, and the goddess who created everything:
'Shes done nothing but be a bitch and act like a toddler!!'
Rhysand, Nyx, Feyre, some injured soldiers, the rest of Prythian who she helped save:
'You guys act like she's actually scary 💀 she does nothing but POINT'
the King of Hybern, Queen Briallyn, the Kelpie, hundreds of hybern soldiers:
'Who would even want her??'
Cassian the General and Lord of Bloodshed, Helion the High Lord of Day, Eris the future High Lord of Autumn, Lanthys the ancient powerful monster who could take over Prythian, a Duke, and half a fandom:
hey i saw u are back!! could u done az X reader on her birthday??
a/n: i can try😌 i apologize in advance for any wrong grammar or such. i haven’t done this in a while.
warnings: fluff. lots.
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In all honesty, your birthday never really mattered much to you. It was too much planning, too much attention, too exhausting.
But for your mate- your birthday was everything.
You had waken up to soft kisses ghosting along your skin and Azriel’s warm smile as he peered down at you in the dim light. His eyes were squinted, his hair mused from sleep, and you could just tell, he was so excited.
This was the first birthday he got to spend with you, and he was determined to make it the best one you had.
He was aware that you were not the biggest fan of birthdays, but he knew that he could change your mind.
So when you just rolled over and shoved your head back towards the pillow, he frowned and got off the bed.
You startled when he picked you up, still half asleep. He carried you down the stairs, pressing soft kisses into your hair and mumbling sweet nothings like, “good morning, baby.” And, “today is my little love’s special day, isn’t it?”
You just smiled into his chest and shook your head.
When he had set you down at the table, you had gasped at what was set out. What you expected to have been breakfast was actually a jumpsuit. It had different shades of the colour of your eyes, these big buttons that managed to stand out the most, and it was all silky and new.
You had absolutely loved it.
After you thanked him a million times and then some, he just grinned at you and said, “I was the one who found it.”
And the way you could just hear how proud he was, made you smile so wide. He was adorable.
After you both had changed, you emerged into your living room dressed and ready to go. Az was yet to give you an actual location, but you couldn’t help but feel giddy with excitement.
Your mate had dressed simple in dark blues and blacks that matched with his wings and the Siphons kept on the back of his scarred hands. He knew he looked good.
He stopped in the doorway for a moment when he saw you, all dressed up and pretty in that jumpsuit he had bought you and the ring kept on your left finger from the mating ceremony, and he felt so overcome with love, he may have swayed on the spot.
As he winnowed you two away, he whispered in your ear, “absolutely stunning, my love. As always.”
You both appeared in what looked to be a small street in front of a small café. When you entered, you instantly knew where you were.
Helion had visited the Night Court a few months prior, and had told you about this cute little café in his Court that also acted as a bookstore. The books were all extremely expensive and first editions, but the entire place had an ethereal kinda feeling to it.
Looking back over your shoulder at Azriel, you knew he was remembering the conversation you had with him shortly after talking with Helion. You had mentioned how badly you had wanted to go, but never had any time.
Well, now was your time.
You sat down with your mate at a small table beside a large window overlooking the bay. The birds flew close to the water and the sun was now all the way up. It was gorgeous.
When the waitress came and asked for your order, you were about to open your mouth when Az beat you to it. He ordered you both coffee and a strawberry cheesecake.
You raised a brow at him. “Cheesecake? Are you straying from your diet, love?”
He just chuckled. “For you? Of course.” And after a moment, he added, “Anything for you.”
When the waitress returned with your order, you both politely thanked her before picking up your mugs and taking a sip. You were about to plunge your fork into the cake when Azriel tutted and his shadows wrapped around your wrist, gently restraining it. “Not quite yet, darling.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out three candles and a lighter. After setting the candles and lighting them, he smiled at you and said, “I have a cheesy declaration to make, if you’d let me.”
“You’ll just do it anyways, won’t you?”
He smirked. “Well, yes.” He cleared his throat and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his jacket, which earned him a laugh.
“My love, my mate, my dearest girl; you are the love of my life. You are my other half. I have been made aware that you do not appreciate this specific day, but I strongly do. I am appreciative of this day because you were brought into this dark world, bringing with you a new light that will later on shine on my life. I appreciate you and your kindness, and will forever be grateful for this day because it means that you are here. On this world. With me. Forever. I love you, sweetheart.”
You were not an emotional person. You did not cry over small things. But you did not consider this a small thing.
You looked at him, right in the eye. “I love you. I don’t deserve you. I love my birthday now, thankyou.”
He gave a triumphant grin and leaned forward. “Happy birthday, my love. Eat up.”
When Rhys stans ask “why is Rhys different in ACOSF” and people respond “oh Nesta is an unreliable narrator”…..
Nesta’s view in ACOSF is THIRD person. Feyre’s view from ACOTAR - ACOWAR is FIRST person.
It was Feyre that had the unreliable view of Rhys.
Not to mention, Rhys acts exactly the same? It was just viewed through a different POV. But Rhysand fanatics can’t accept that. Their hatred of Nesta overshadows all of the terrible things Rhys has done. And honey, hate to break it to you but Rhys is terrible and he has lied and hid things from Feyre and his friends numerous times???
1] when he knew the attor was following her
2] lied to her about the ring in the weaver’s cottage and put her life in danger to get it (just to see if she could as a promise to his mom??)
3] SA’d her and drugged her in UTM (also twisted her broken arm) –> can someone please explain to me why Feyre forgave Rhys for this?? and the entire fandom seems too?? They literally make jokes about the way she was dancing drugged.
4] didn’t tell her the truth about him being her mate (idgaf if he said he kept it cause he wanted Feyre to be happy, she deserved to know even if she was happy with Tamlin)
5] didn’t tell Mor about the promise he made to Keir about the visitation of the residents of Hewn City to Velaris (now i could care less about Mor, I don’t like her, but not telling her, that her that she may run into her abusive father)
Moreover, Feyre talks to Rhys’s friends and family, so of course they will tell her all good things.
and again, It was Feyre that had the unreliable view of Rhys. People need to go back to elementary school to relearn the difference between first POV and third POV.
Google. gives us, “While first-person writing offers intimacy and immediacy between narrator and reader, third-person narration offers the potential for both objectivity and omniscience.” Take this what you will.
I hate the argument that Lucien didn't do enough for Feyre when she:
literally flirts with Tamlin all day to tempt him to her room
feigned a nightmare knowing Lucien would comfort her and thrashed her sheets
she throws herself at his bare chest
uses summer court power to create tears
deliberately wore - in her words - the most indecent nightgown to be caught in
left Lucien's door open and cast a shield so Lucien wouldn't hear or scent Tamlin's arrival
dropped the shield as soon as she sensed tamlin so he wouldn't know
fed into tamlin's insecurities that feyre would pick lucien over him and she wanted him to examine every time lucien had intervened between them to help her
"I waited the five minutes it took Tamlin to decide not to kill Lucien, and then smiled." - Would she have helped Lucien if Tamlin did attack him?
she's literally using lucien as cannon fodder for her own gains
When Lucien does not actively run away with Feyre in acomaf, even thought he has tried speaking to Tamlin about correcting his behavior, because Tamlin would have hunt them down and caught them, he's an "abuser" but when the entire IC hide the secret about Feyre's pregnancy from her because they would all rather obediently follow Rhysand's orders over Feyre's right to know about her own body and pregnancy, it's crickets.
exactly! if you’re blaming lucien for not outright going against his high lord but forgiving and even excusing the inner circle following rhysand’s orders then your problem is not with lucien’s actions but lucien himself. stop hiding behind feyre’s well-being.
There's something about the library that doesn't sit right with me. It's great to have a place as a refuge for women but as usual, it's just not handled well. For instance
None of the women who reside there seem to be from the Night Court. There is no mention of any of them having wings and being Illyrian. We know from canon that women in Illyria and the Hewn City suffer constantly - but they are not afforded the sanctuary of the library because it goes against the image of the cruel Night Court. Their woman have to suffer to maintain their façade - but they are happy to play the hero to women from other courts. If women from the NC were allowed in, there'd likely be none left in the HC/Illyria
Mor has the audacity to say she was a dreamer in a court of nightmares but she got out... and does nothing for her own blood who are trapped in - what she acknowledges are - loveless, sometimes violent marriages, but will help women from other courts
There's a terrifying monster living at the bottom - yes, it's never done anything to harm the females in there, but it was scary enough to terrify Cassian and ate Hybern's twin ravens so it was very capable of hurting them if it wanted to
Rhys and Feyre getting horny in a place for victims of SA - just completely wrong and really wasn't the sexy vibe sjm was going for
They force Nesta to work in it without giving her a choice, yet all are ready to say how cruel and unkind she is. If that is true, why are you putting a horrible, vicious person amongst these women without supervision?
Not every woman who has been a victim wants to remain hidden away. Many want to experience life and grow through their trauma. How do they actually leave the library? Presumably, they have to then go down the same ten thousand steps as Nesta unless they approach one of the IC and ask to be released - which would take guts to ask the high lord to winnow you out.
Maybe these women don't want to work in the library but it seems a caveat to reside there. Maybe some have families/friends they want to get back to, some might have been hunters, fighters too. The library only seems a place for meek, quiet women who must be hidden away
What support is there for women who do want to leave the sanctuary of the library? Do they get settled in Velaris? Is there support for them to find employment/housing or must they remain in the library forever?
If a woman leaves the library, can she return to her home or must she remain in Velaris because she knows the secret of the City of Starlight? Alternatively, does Rhys use his powers to wipe their memories?
There doesn't seem to be any support or sanctuary available for any male victims, which - when rhys is one - you would think would be a development
Instead of rescuing abused women and hiding them away in a secret library where nobody can see them, get to the root issue and understand why a massive library needs to exist to house them all. Who is hurting them? Stop it from happening. But feeding back to the first point, not a single thing is done for the women the Illyria or the Hewn City, so it seems every court is dangerous for women 🤷♀️
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I am Nesta when my parents are harder on me because I am the oldest daughter. I am Nesta when my parents coddle my younger sister and give her everything she desires while I am raised to uphold our family. I am Nesta when I am who they yell at long before they yell at my sister. I am Nesta when I am expected to get a job, or marry a rich man so that my sister may have freedom I will never know. I am Nesta when I grow to dislike my sister for living a life I am sacrificing my emotional and mental health for. I am Nesta when I finally choose to put me first and I am called Selfish. I am Nesta when my sister does the bare minimum and is praised far more than I ever even been thanked. I am Nesta when reminded that she will always be better than me, stronger than me, more powerful than me, smarter than me because she was born second. She was born when they wanted a child, not when they needed one. I am Nesta when I am told I deserve misery in life for speaking out against the inequality. I am Nesta when I take out my frustration on the person who reaps the fruit of my labour. I am Nesta when I am spent, and broken, and dying, and dead.
I am Nesta when I'm angry enough to watch the world burn for the way I've been treated. Even If I'm the one who lights the match.
Warnings: this is just… the smuttiest smut I have ever smutted. Friends, when I put the “18+” warning in my bio, it was like it was waiting for this moment. oral (f. receiving), pet names, praise kink, breath play… But also soft and lovey-dovey Azriel that makes my heart flutter. Let me know if I missed anything else!
It's been some time since I last posted a story, but what better way to celebrate my birthday than posting a smutty Gwynriel fic, lol
There is not much plot (not at all, tbh) - it's a modern, FWB Gwynriel. Enjoy ☺
Warning: NSFW
Pleasure coursed through Gwyn’s body. Her knuckles were white from the grip she had on the bed frame. Her head hung low, amber hair covering both sides of her face. Gwyn’s thighs trembled when Azriel’s cock hit that one spot that made her see stars. Gwyn buried her head into the pillow to muffle the scream in pleasure.
Azriel’s hand wrapped around her hair and yanked her head back with enough force to make Gwyn whimper.
“Don’t hide those pretty noises, love,” he said in a low voice. “I want everyone to hear you, to know how good I fuck you.”
Gwyn bucked her hips at his words. She needed him deeper, though he was already buried to the hilt. Her walls clenched around his cock, earning a deep grunt from Azriel. Gwyn closed her eyes and listened to the lewd noises filling her room. Moans and groans in pleasure, skin slapping against skin, his thick cock furiously slamming in and out her aching pussy.
“Please, Az.”
“Please what, Gwyneth?”
Gwyn was delirious from pleasure, words barely coming out of her. “F-fuck me harder. Faster. Deeper. Please, I need you.”
Azriel chuckled in her ear, the grip on her hair tightening. His muscled forearm wrapped around her middle, and before she had time to process, Azriel fucked her just as she begged. Gwyn didn’t hold back the cry this time, her thighs trembling more profoundly. His solid grip held her up on her knees, his rough hand palming one of her bouncing breasts.
Gwyn felt the familiar pressure building, and she knew she was getting closer to the first out of many orgasms of the night. Her walls pulsed around his cock, her moans growing louder.
“Already close, sweetheart?” Azriel grinned, his hand slipping from her breast to her sensitive clit, caressing it painfully slow. “I’ve only just started fucking you.”
Gwyn cried out in frustration when Azriel slowed down. She could feel each thick inch of him inside her, teasing her, halting her orgasm.
“Azriel!” Gwyn complained, looking at him over her shoulder.
Azriel grinned down at her. “What do you want?” He bent his head, lips a breath away from hers.
“I want to cum… be fucked hard and rough.” She whimpered. “Please, please.”
His hand fell hard on her ass, the sound of the rough spank echoing in her room. Gwyn’s threw her head back at the pleasurable sting, his hand carefully caressing the reddening cheek.
“Good girl. I love when you beg.”
Azriel pulled back, only the tip of his cock inside her. Gwyn gripped the pillow, waiting for the snap of his hips and the rhythm she craved when a loud bang at the front door snatched her attention.
Fuck, were they that loud?
Azriel groaned in annoyance. “Fuck.”
Gwyn was tempted to ignore whoever was at the door, not so subtly wiggling her ass. She grinned at Azriel’s satisfied groan, but her contentment disappeared when he pulled out. She whimpered at the sensation, her walls clenching around nothing; she felt so empty. And too close to the freaking edge.
“I don’t want to go,” Gwyn muttered with a pout. She’d rather keep going and find the release she badly needed. “Can’t you just keep going? I’m sure that person will go.”
Gwyn shivered when Azriel’s lips traced the curve of her ass, biting the flesh softly. “I don’t want further interruptions when I fuck and make you come, love.”
She sighed and reluctantly got out of the bed. She hurriedly threw on some panties and a random bathrobe she found lying in the bedroom, then rushed to the door.
Whoever it was, Gwyn knew it would be fairly unpleasant. Her neighbors weren’t the nicest, and they always complained about every single noise.
Sure, they’ve been loud, but…
She took a deep breath before opening the door. It couldn't be that bad - the worst could be Merrill.
Gwyn’s been wrong. It was way worse than Merrill.
“What are you doing here?”
Nesta raised her eyebrows, amusement dancing in her eyes. “I live here?”
“W – What about Cass,” stammered Gwyn. “weren’t you supposed to spend the night at his place?”
Her legs were shaking – and not only because of the rough fucking from moments ago – and her face burned. Fuck, if Nesta finds Azriel in Gwyn’s room, butt-naked…
“I am.” Nesta gracefully walked past Gwyn inside their shared apartment. “I just forgot something.”
Gwyn nervously watched her best friend, letting out a small breath in relief when Nesta walked into her own bedroom.
“What?”
Nesta chuckled. “Do you really want to know?”
Gwyn grimaced a bit, pulling the bathrobe tighter around her half-naked body. “Not really, no.”
“I thought so.”
“Why didn’t you text me, though? That you were dropping by.”
“I did. But you clearly were too busy to hear it.”
Gwyn blanched. When exactly did Nesta come back? Did she hear Gwyn – or worse, Azriel?
“What?”
“Oh, don’t be a prude.” Nesta laughed. “We bought our vibrators together. I bet you didn’t buy it just to look at it.”
Gwyn breathed in relief again. “I wasn’t doing that.”
No, she was getting railed by her best friend and the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes onto, whom Gwyn also secretly had sex with in secret. Which was way better than masturbating.
“Gwyn, there’s nothing wrong with masturbating! We’ve talked about it before.”
“I know, but I wasn’t.” Gwyn countered.
Nesta walked out of her bedroom, holding a Victoria’s Secret bag. Her grin faded, replaced by an odd expression that Gwyn couldn’t grasp.
“Do you know what Azriel’s up to? Cassian tried to reach him, but he didn’t pick up.”
Gwyn kept the cool expression, though she was panicking inside. Fuck, did Nesta figure it out? No, it’s impossible. Azriel Ubered there, so no way Nesta saw his car. And no noise came from her room…
No, she was just overthinking. If Nesta had figured it out, she would’ve barged into Gwyn’s bedroom the moment she got into their apartment.
“I don’t know. I didn’t speak or see him today at all.”
Nesta cocked an eyebrow. “You did not?”
“Nope.”
Nesta analyzed Gwyn from head to toe with a mischievous grin. “Too bad, then.”
“Is Cassian with you?” Gwyn changed the subject, following Nesta to the door.
“He’s waiting me outside, and he asked me to do this.” Nesta turned to face Gwyn and ruffled her amber hair, then poked her nose.
She chuckled at the gesture, some of the nerves easing. “Tell Cass I miss him, too.” She kissed Nesta’s cheeks, watching her walk out of the apartment.
Gwyn waited a couple more seconds, so she wouldn’t seem too eager, then slammed the door shut and locked it. Gwyn leaned against the door and closed her eyes, cursing under her breath.
“That was close.”
Gwyn cracked an eye open and saw Azriel outside her room, in all his muscled perfect glory, grinning amused at her. Her heart was still pounding against her ribs almost painfully, her hands shaking. Yet Gwyn chuckled, pressing her head against the door.
“Indeed,” Gwyn grinned back. “Hell, she would’ve killed us both for keeping this from her. Then she would’ve brought us back and would’ve tried her earnest to get us together as an actual couple.”
Azriel shrugged. “As she’s been trying to for the past years.”
Gwyn laughed and rolled her eyes, walking towards Azriel. He watched her slowly, amber eyes taking in every inch of her body. She would’ve felt ashamed had it been someone else. But when Azriel did, she felt like the sexiest, most desirable woman.
“I think you owe me something.”
“Hm, do I?” Azriel mutters, his strong hand gripping her hip possessively and pulling her against him. His cock pressed against her belly, bare and throbbing. Her mouth watered at the thought of pushing Azriel’s thick cock down her throat. She’d do it, later thought – after he made her come.
Gwyn wrapped her hand around his cock and slowly pumped it, grinning at Azriel’s deep groan. “You do owe me an orgasm.”
Azriel let Gwyn back him into her room, obediently lying on the bed while Gwyn diligently stroked his cock, twisting around the broad head the way Azriel loved.
“Fuck, Gwyn.”
She grinned and climbed on top of him. Gwyn shrugged the bathrobe off. Azriel pushed her soaked panties to the side, parting her folds with his thick middle finger. Her head fell back in pleasure when he paid close attention to her clit.
“So fucking soaked, and it’s all for me.” Azriel pushed two fingers inside her. Her walls pulsed around his fingers in need, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Gwyn nodded absently and bucked against his fingers. She rode his fingers until she felt the pressure low in her belly. “I want to come on your cock,” Gwyn gasped, arching her back as Azriel’s long fingers curled inside her pussy.
He grinned and pulled his fingers out, patting her core gently. “Your wish is my command.”
Azriel’s hand grasped her ass and positioned her above his cock, the tip pressing against her slick folds. Gwyn didn’t wait, and pushed down. A shiver ran down her back as his cock spread her open, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.
“Oh gods,” Gwyn braced her hands on his muscular chest, nails digging into his skin.
Gwyn moved up and down relentlessly, too needy to bother with building a rhythm. She bounced fast, her thighs burning from the effort, yet Azriel’s grip on her ass spurred her to go faster. His eyes went from her bouncing breasts to where they were joined, his cock slick with her arousal.
“That’s it,” Azriel encouraged through gritted teeth. “Fuck yourself on my cock, love. Cum all over it.”
He helped her ride him, easily moving her up and down with his powerful hold. Her head started spinning when Azriel’s hips snapped to meet her thrusts, a wave of utter bliss crashing into her. Gwyn fell on top of Azriel, her hands going to his short hair to pull it. Azriel moaned in response, crashing his lips over hers. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her body pressed into his and fucked beneath her with such force and speed that Gwyn cried out in the kiss. Her walls pulsed around his cock and she came with his name on her tongue, her body shaking against his.
Gwyn kept moving her hips, riding him with all she’s got left. His cock throbbed inside her, and Gwyn forced herself to pull away. Azriel groaned, his head falling back when she rose completely off him. She fought the unpleasant emptiness at the sudden loss of his cock and moved between his spread legs.
“Gwyn?” Azriel asked, breathless. “What are you – FUCK”
Gwyn grinned sheepishly while kissing the tip of his cock, circling the head with her tongue.
Azriel moaned as he stared down at her. “So eager, sucking my cock after you just came on it.” Azriel fisted her hair in one hand, the other grasped his cock and slapped it against her cheek. “Open up, love.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Gwyn took him into her mouth as far as she could, cupping and squeezing his balls. Azriel cursed and shoved his cock deeper inside her mouth, until she gagged and tears ran down her cheeks.
“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.”
Her moan came out muffled. Her sore core ached with desire to be filled again. Gods Gwyn loved when Azriel fucked her mouth like that. The tip hit the back of her throat continuously, his balls slapping against her chin. And Azriel’s moans and groans, how he praised her for how well she took his cock…
“I’m coming, love.” Azriel’s grip on her hair tightened.
Gwyn looked at him through long eyelashes, her lips almost touching the base of his cock. Azriel tugged her hair roughly and spilled down her throat with a moan that Gwyn bet was heard by the whole building. His hot cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed as much as she could. Some dripped down his length, to his heavy balls, and Gwyn licked it off.
Azriel brushed her tangled hair out of her face, trying to catch his breath. His thumb brushed her lower lip, and Azriel smiled a bit. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
Gwyn smiled back, the touches she was so used to warming something inside her, and shrugged. “Let’s say I am less unsatisfied than I was fifteen minutes ago.”
Azriel rolled his eyes, though he offered her a crooked grin. “I guess I have to work harder tonight, then.”
Gwyn chuckled as Azriel pulled her against his chest, and grinned at him. “Perhaps, but later. Now I want to clean up. And eat – I’m hungry.”
“As you wish, darling.” Azriel smirked, picking her up and walking them to the bathroom.
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Two hours later, after mind-blowing sex in the shower – and in front of the mirror – Gwyn and Azriel were in the living room, a large pizza box between them.
“Sex and food, my favorite things on a Saturday night.”
Azriel raised a playful eyebrow and opened his mouth to reply, but was cut-off by Gwyn’s phone.
“Oh, nothing much. I have something funny to tell you. It happened when I left the building earlier this evening.”
“Go ahead.” Gwyn said with a mouthful.
Nesta chuckled. “I was stopped by Merrill,” Gwyn cringed at the mention of their meanest neighbor. “and you won’t guess what she told me.” A small pause in which Gwyn hummed, curious. “That me and that guy Azriel I was with should try to be quieter next time we have sex. Which is funny, because I was not having sex with anyone at our place, and certainly not with a guy named Azriel.”
Fucking hell.
Gwyn stared at Azriel as Nesta went on. “Also, next time you’re hiding Azriel in your room, make sure he doesn’t leave his phone on the kitchen counter.”
“Nesta, I – ”
“Oh, we are talking about this tomorrow.” Gwyn could tell Nesta was grinning. She could at least be relieved her friend wasn’t angry about it. “Have fun—oh, and Gwyn?”
“Yeah?”
“Make sure you two are as loud as you can be, just to piss off Merrill.” With that, Nesta hung up.
Gwyn stared at her phone, then at Azriel. He looked perplexed, staring right back at her, then both burst into a fit of laughter.
“Oh, we are fucked.”
Gwyn could only agree. Indeed, they were royally fucked.
