alpha!Azriel x omega!reader who he intercepts from harassment [974 words]
CW: gn!reader, omegaverse, harassment and men making reader feel uncomfortable, hurt/comfort / fluff
Azriel likes to think of himself as a good male, but he’s happy enough to be the bad one if it’s to serve his court and protect his family.
He’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him sometimes, when the citizens of Velaris give him a wide berth in the streets, when conversations come to a hush when he enters an establishment, when parents steer their children away from him as though he poses them a risk. Sometimes it hurts that they don’t see the sacrifices he has made are to keep them safe; they need not fear him.
There are some moments, however, that he’s glad he paints such an imposing picture.
Azriel’s coming out of the apothecary when he comes across the scene.
Two alphas have cornered you, and while you’re doing your best to smile politely and keep your gaze pointed in any direction but theirs, you’re clearly uncomfortable as you vie for an exit.
You’ve got a basket in your hands which you clutch protectively to your chest. Minding your business, that’s all you’d been doing; at the shops to run errands and bothering absolutely no one.
“Really?” one of the alphas drawls, his tone ticking upwards at the end of his sentence tauntingly, like a sly fox playing with its food. “An alpha would dare to let a pretty little thing like you wander down the shops all on your own?”
“Must not be a very good alpha, then,” the other coos with faux sympathy, calling out an apparent fib that you have an alpha waiting for you back home.
Azriel’s shadows vibrate in agitation once he realizes what he’s seeing; these alphas have cornered you, you are alone and scared, and they are taking advantage of your vulnerability.
Without a second thought, Azriel dissipates into a swath of shadows before materializing in front of the two alphas, completely blocking you from their line of sight.
“Is there a problem here?” Azriel asks lowly, well aware that there is a problem here, but determined to force these two assholes to say it aloud.
You release a shaky exhale from behind him and it takes actual physical effort on Azriel’s part not to turn around and begin fussing over you. He shifts his wings, making him appear taller and wider and hoping to create a comforting shield for your nervous frame.
“No, no problem,” the first alpha drawls, smile tight and bitter that another alpha has deigned to meddle in his fun. “Just making sure to stop and smell the roses, as they say.”
“Can’t really blame an alpha for being distracted by an unclaimed omega, can you?”
“Can’t I?” Azriel drawls, narrowing his eyes at the two. If they think he’s going to approve of their targeting you simply because you’re unmated, they’re about to be very disappointed.
“Do you have a problem?” the first alpha sneers, braver than the second who has the common sense to take a step back. “Because I don’t remember this involving you.”
With this Azriel turns to look at you over his shoulder, softening his glare significantly when he finds you still clutching your basket tight against your chest. “Were they bothering you, love?”
You nod your head yes.
“Yeah, I thought as much.” Azriel turns back towards the alphas. “She’s not interested, move along.”
“But-”
“Clyve,” the second alpha hisses, clearly uninterested in a pissing match against the Night Court’s infamous Spymaster.
“Listen to your friend, Clyve,” Azriel says as he takes a menacing step towards them. “I’m not going to repeat myself.”
Azriel’s not sure if it’s the way his syphons glow, his shadows quiver, or his wings tense, but Clyve seems to come to the conclusion that Azriel isn’t worth it, and the two of them stalk off.
“Are you alright?” Azriel asks gently, turning towards you and pulling his wings tight to his body in an attempt to make him appear any smaller than he is.
He doesn’t succeed, but you smile as though you notice and appreciate the effort all the same. “Yes, yeah. I- I’m sorry. Thank you.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” he assures you quickly, eyes flitting over your frame to ensure you weren’t fibbing. “Are you sure you’re okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”
Your face darkens briefly as your eyes move to the direction your pursuers have fled. “No. They didn’t; they didn’t get a chance.”
“Good,” Azriel offers you a small smile. “Do you have far to go? May I help?”
You take a quick step back and away from him which sees Azriel’s outstretched hand raise in gentle surrender.
“I’m okay,” you say quickly; Azriel can hear the speed at which your heart is racing. He tries to exude as much calm and authority that he can as he nods at you.
“I know, I just hate the idea of those males following you to your house. I’d rather ensure you make it home, safe and unharmed.”
The thought of them following you now that you were finally rid of them doesn’t seem to have crossed your mind. The smell of your fear intensifies.
“I work for the High Lord,” he murmurs. “Which means I work for his citizens. I mean you no harm.”
You nod quickly. “No, I know. I- I’m sorry, I-”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” he tells you again. “I’ve seen how other alphas have treated you; you have every reason to be wary.”
Azriel watches as you consider his words, your grip on your basket loosening as you begin to nod in agreement. “Yeah, okay. I- if you don’t mind; I don’t live far.”
Azriel smiles then, gently plucking the basket from your hands before sweeping one arm out in invitation.
“I don’t mind at all,” he says honestly. “Lead the way.”
Pls can you do cnc rut with female reader x bat boys?
Love your work<3
I love youuuuu sweetie piiieeee 🫶 I hope you like this, it's not heavy on the cnc but it's pretty yummyyy
An Innocent Walk
Alpha!Bat Boys x Omega!Reader, Rut (cnc)
Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | 1k Bingo Rules + Masterlist | AO3 Link
Warnings: consensual non-consent, knotting, omegaverse, smut, blowjobs, spitroasting, lemme know if I missed something
Words: 1,453
18+ only pls
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You knew exactly what you were doing, even if you wouldn’t admit to it.
There was a reason you were wandering the halls in nothing but a tiny nightgown, the one that Cassian had complimented you on when he’d barged into your room without knocking one morning before you’d dressed.
You were waiting.
Waiting for your best friends’ ruts to overpower their better judgement when they scented you. They’d warned you to stay locked in your room as often as you could over the next week, not wanting to take advantage of you.
Not that they would be, but you still weren’t ready to confess that they were the only alphas you thought of during your heats, a knotting toy between your thighs as you held their stolen clothing to your nose.
You were tempted to go to the shared bathing chambers deeper in the House of Wind, but decided against it. It would be far more fun for you if you had a chance to run from them before they pinned you to the stone and knotted you-
Your thighs squeezed together for a moment, heat pooling low in your belly just at the thought of being taken by them. Currently you were heading in the direction of the High Lord’s personal library, much smaller than the one the priestesses lived in, but close enough to the alphas’ rooms that they would be able to find you if they opened their doors. It only took a minute or two to reach the large double doors, one of them already cracked. You peeked inside, the overwhelming scent of alphas in rut hitting you, slick beginning to drip down your thighs. You couldn’t see them, but you heard low moans coming from further back in the room.
Slipping inside, you shut the door behind you softly before padding towards the back of the room where the sitting area was. The quiet sound of skin on skin and low groans had you clenching on nothing, anticipation building in your blood. You made it to the bookshelf before the couches before the noises stopped suddenly, two cold shadows wrapping around your ankles.
Oh no, you thought to yourself, heart racing in excitement as you peeked around the corner, coming face to face with Rhys, violet eyes and hulking wings waiting for you right around the bookshelf.
“Pretty ‘mega, what are you doing here?” he crooned, both of his hands grabbing your waist firmly, face diving to your neck a moment later.
“Ah- I just went out for a- a walk,” you stuttered, thoroughly enjoying hit tongue and lips and teeth on your neck, getting dangerously close to your scent gland.
“Should’ve thought better, omega,” Cassian warned, rising from the couch he’d been on with Azriel, the other Illyrian following a second behind.
“Too late now,” Azriel growled as the three of them encircled you, hands pawing at whatever skin they could reach.
Rhys’s hands lifted you off the ground, spinning you away from the other males and towards the couches, and you took the opportunity that a slip of one of his hands gave you, darting off into the library and away from them. Not that you expected, or wanted, to get far, not with the speed and skills the three of them possessed.
However you’d expected to get further than the first bookshelf, Azriel’s shadows clamping around your ankles and sending you sprawling towards the ground, more shadows cushioning your fall and preventing any damage, but stopping you with your face on the ground and ass high in the air, exposed when your nightgown slipped up your torso.
“Silly omega,” Azriel tutted behind you, already teasing your folds with the head of his cock. “Rhys said you felt my shadows, I think you want this,” he said, pushing into you in one thrust, stretching you wide. A shadow slipped over your clit in quick circles, easing the pain as he began to fuck you without letting you adjust, setting a quick pace. Just as you’d wanted, his rut had taken away his gentleness and let him take without babying you, your cunt already quivering when the other alphas joined you.
Rhys didn’t ask before lifting your head up and pushing his cock against your lips, and you opened eagerly, moaning at the taste of him, and again when Azriel brushed your cervix, pain mixing with pleasure deliciously. You tried pressing your hips back as Az thrusted into you but Rhys growled, holding you by your chin to keep you in place for him.
Your eyes were pouty when you looked up at him through your lashes, watering when Rhys hit the back of your throat, gagging slightly around him and clenching around Azriel’s length.
You felt hands on your chest, large fingers slipping below your nightgown to pinch your nipples and squeeze your breasts.
It was perfect, being touched by the three of them at once. All you wished for was a way to take all of them at once, but you felt Azriel’s knot threatening to pop each time he buried himself in you, the squeeze of your cunt only tempting it further. He felt just right in you now, brushing every sensitive spot in you with each snap of his hips, sending you closer to the edge.
Rhys was getting close too, enjoying going as deep into your throat as he could and staying there until you needed to breathe, and you loved the way he gagged you as you brought your fingers to cup his balls, tears spilling from your eyes while he emptied himself in your throat, knot inflating against your lips. He hissed, pulling out of your mouth, cum still leaking from his tip. You chased his cock, licking up the rest of his seed and giving him a cock-drunk smile before your lips parted to moan, Azriel’s shadows sucking on your clit, his own cock spilling inside of you a second later, knot popping inside of you and you tumbled over the edge, milking him as you shook beneath him.
Cassian pushed Rhys out of the way, pressing his cock to your lips and you parted them greedily, though you weren’t certain that he would fit- he was thicker than Rhys, and a little bit longer.
But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t try, and he didn’t seem dissuaded either.
You slid your tongue along the underside of his cock as he slowly pressed into your mouth, and you felt Azriel twitch in your cunt. He probably enjoyed the sight, especially with him having the honor of knotting you. You gagged far faster on Cassian, the sheer size of him making it harder to breathe, and you felt Rhys slip into your mind, far more overpowering than usual with his rut, but you hardly minded as he forced your jaw to relax, letting Cass slide to the back of your throat, his throaty moan more than worth it.
He fucked your mouth slowly, savoring the tightness and trying to buy himself, not wanting the same fate as Rhys, with no sweet omega cunt to bury his knot inside. If you’d been looking, you would have seen Rhys roll his eyes. Instead you felt Azriel’s shadows start again, rubbing your clit quickly, easily sending you over the edge with how stimulated you were. Your moans around Cassian’s cock had him spilling down your throat, knot inflating as he did, and he cursed, a hand knotted in your hair keeping your lips flush to his knot until he was spent. You popped off his cock gasping for air, chest heaving in your nightgown.
You felt wonderful as Azriel tipped the both of you onto your sides, his chest pressing tightly to your back and arms curling around you assertively, the other two alphas kneeling in front of you.
Waiting to claim you next.
You sighed and nuzzled into Azriel’s hold, delighting when he curled a wing around you. You knew it was only a matter of time before his knot went down and you were being fucked by one of his brothers, and you were determined to enjoy your down time with each of them. After all, the end of their ruts could mean the end of your friendship with them.
Or, your mind whispered traitorously, it could end with you claimed by all three.
You clenched at the thought, mentally crossing your fingers that the boys would lose control with you entirely. You’d like nothing more than to be claimed by all of your best friends, and you had a sneaking suspicion that they’d always wanted it too.
You supposed you’d find out over the next week, tied to their knots.
NestCare offers everything an omega could need, from your first heat to birthing your brood. For Gwyn that means a place where she can spend her heat with a live alpha -- doctor's orders!
Cue Azriel -- an alpha with a keen sense of knowing everything his omegas need.
NSFW | omegaverse | heat clinic | knotting | a dash of primal play
I'd like to dedicate this fic to everyone who has taken the time to read over and beta any of my works over the past year! Whether they read only a chapter or two, or a whole fic, ya'll are appreciated and loved! 😘
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okay I have this a/b/o idea for our bat boys that I couldn't get out of my head. Just scent marking. YEp that's my great idea. I just cant get it out of head, like the idea of Rhys your alpha scenting you everywhere being sooooooooo obsessed with making sure smell like him and azzie always nuzzling your wrists (neck is for Rhys only) and Cass being so tall he always rests his head on your (scenting ur hair duhhhhhhhhhhh) and u just being so oblivious to their antics, until Rhys just ups and fucks u, spreading his cum all over your thighs, licking you everywhere, just making sure you smell all nice and like him so his pretty little omega (they're all like 7 ft tall ur always little to them) gets hooked instinctevly on him without realizing it. I imagine this all with an oblivious reader, like mayb ur pack omega and none of them are mates yet but they fuck to help ur heat and they're all courting u without u realizing it, brining u food, scenting, not letting any alphas near u, etc.
ANYWAYS this wasn't an ask just a thought of mine that I recently hooked on have a great night! ALSO HOW R U?
I’m doing fantastic now that this idea is swimming around my head lmao!
No but seriously, I feel so seen; I had a coworker who would flirt with me all the time, like she even compared hand sizes with me at one point and I was completely oblivious to all of that, so I’m picturing that for this. Like they’re being all possessive and ALL. OVER. YOU. And you’re just like ☺️ my friends are just cuddly ☺️
I know you said this isn’t a fic ask but I’m archiving for later. We’re gonna come back to this after I finish some other fics.
Made a start on Alpha Azriel for you @heartless-tate !
This gif has been living in my head rent free...
Your back crushed against the smoothly hewn stone of the House of Wind, your cheeks were wind burnt after the swift flight up from Velaris, the twinkling lights along the Sidra a blur in your vision.
Azriel emerged from his shadows, their cool touch surrounding you, drawing you closer and caging you in in turns. Night chilled mist filled your senses and you closed your eyes letting a soft moan escape between your kiss bruised lips.
Hands reached for yours, tangling your fingers together, and then your hands were above your head, pinned to the wall in one of Azriel’s large palms.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” his low growl vibrated into your chest, making every inch of you tingle with desire.
Summary: Request from anon: Hello beautiful creature! I so so adore your writing it is very good! I don’t know if you take requests but can you write an Azriel Alpha and Omega Reader please? I hope that makes sense english isn’t my first language!
Warnings: Smut, you’re in heat and Az sees you through it. Like all smut. Like 3.3k worth of in-depth smut.
Word Count: 3,349
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The ground shakes when he lands and he’s growling at the dirtbag Illyrian alphas who gaze a little too long at the door to Rhys’ mother’s house. She’s away, having just met up with the High Lord before Azriel had been dismissed by her with a nod.
Rhys stands on the porch, arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the column so casually, like the horny bastards in front of his home aren’t bothering him in the slightest. Azriel is grateful, thinks he’ll become a great High Lord one day, when he grows up a little and stops baiting the older males at the war camps like the young princling he is.
The violet eyed male nods to him as he shoves his way up to the door, ignoring the muttered insults and assholes spitting at him, focused only on getting to you.
The whole camp must know you’re in heat. An Illyrian omega was hard to come by, and females were looked down upon but omegas were worse off, treated like property when they should be praised. The women loathed you and all the alphas wanted to do was breed you, but you had presented later than most, and immediately you were in danger.
Your mother was close with Rhysand’s mother, whom she had brought you to as soon as you found out. Being the High Lord’s wife, she knew you would be safe in the most protected house in the camp. It was hard to leave your mother, your family, but Rhys’ mother had taken you in without a second thought and taught you how to make it through your first heat on your own.
You hadn’t even known about the three boys she was already looking after, all alphas and all having presented early, sniffing and huffing outside of your door throughout the entirety of it. They couldn’t help it, instinct was a bitch and that bitch was in heat.
After a good scolding from Rhys’ mother and being sent away until your heat was over, you found yourself as the honorary fourth member of their little pack. You’d learned that they’d literally fought their instincts, beating each other bloody in the training rings, the scent of you caught in the back of their throats. Not even the blood could get rid of it.
They’d protected you for years, and you’d always been a silent admirer of Azriel, who, even at the ripe age of 25, still covered his hands behind his back, ashamed of what had been done to him.
He was gorgeous, they all were, but you found yourself pining after the shadowsinger, with his deep hazel eyes, cunning smiles, and witty remarks. The wingspan wasn’t something to overlook, either.
And it had been the happiest day of your life, when you’d gone into heat, finally working up the courage of being friends for so long if he would help you through it. In your haze you had confessed your feelings for him and while he thought that it was just your natural reaction – that you’d be saying this to any one of them in this position, he couldn’t help the stutter in his heart at your words.
Azriel had been crushing on you since your mother had brought you to them. He never quite got your scent out of his mind, and he’d fought harder that week than Rhys or Cassian had ever seen, baring his teeth and growling primally like his instincts had taken over him completely.
He could barely stay away when you went into your heats. He often lied to his brothers, telling them that he’d been sent on a mission from the High Lord, when in honesty he couldn’t stand to be that close to you and not be inside of you.
But the course of your friendship was changed forever after he’d helped you through that first one. He’d waited ten long years for you to ask him to help you, and after that first taste he knew that he was done and there was no getting rid of him.
And that was perfectly okay with you.
It’s Cassian who’s pacing outside of your door, worry wracking through his body. He’s chewing on his fingernails, hoping that Azriel gets back in time. The shadowsinger had made them both make a promise – when the High Lord had recruited him as his personal spy – that one of them take his place should you ever go into heat and need someone.
Azriel was a jealous male, growling and glaring at everyone who looked at you, holding you just a little bit tighter when you walked around together. He had gotten in more fights over you than he had when he was training in the camps, and he’d never lost a single one of them. Finally, he had someone who was his, who supported him and loved him, flaws and all.
When he told Rhys and Cassian that he trusted them enough with you in a fragile state, it took more than he was willing to admit. Long conversations with himself and with you, you had both agreed on this outcome. And although the thought of you with another male infuriated him to his very core, he would be less regretful if it were someone he trusted than a random alpha male.
The red siphoned warrior lets out a breath of relief when he sees Azriel, even though his pants are straining and sweat beads his forehead. A reaction any alpha would be having right now, one to mount the omega in heat. The shadowsinger snarls on instinct and the taller Illyrian steps away, falling back towards the front of the house to leave with Rhys.
Your scent hits him full force when he enters the room and it nearly brings him to his knees.
“Alpha,” you groan, because you’re in such a need for release that your mind is all fuzzy, but as soon as the musky smell of an alpha is near you become desperate with the need to be filled.
And your plea would hurt him if he didn’t understand the uncomfort you felt, burning in his own body, the feelings brushing up his spine from the bond.
“I should clean up,” he says but he doesn’t mean it. He’s sweaty, covered in grime and blood from the mission the High Lord had sent him on. Azriel had been exhausted from the long trip, half flying as fast as he could and winnowing the rest, all to make it to you before it was too late and one of his brothers had taken over.
The shadowsinger is nearly in a trance, eyes glued to the way you’re writhing desperately on the bed, fingers furiously fucking yourself, the smell of your slick overpowering and oh-so sweet.
He licks his lips as you whine, “No…don’t care. Need you, Az.”
And that settles it. His hands already fumbling for the ties on his leathers as he strides towards the bed. His breathing turns to pants the closer he gets, the scent of your pheromones has his cock straining against the tight material.
“Have you come yet?” he asks, kneeling at the foot of the bed, admiring every single inch of your naked body, gleaming and dewey with sweat in the setting sun peeking through the curtains. Gods, you were something else, all splayed out before him and desperate for his knot.
“Can’t.” You’d tried it all: your fingers, your toys, but nothing had been able to relieve even the slightest bit of the pain you were experiencing. “It hurts.”
“I know baby,” he soothes, taking your hand gently in his own and slowly pulling it out of you, ignoring your mewl from the loss. Azriel moves it up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around your wet fingers for his first taste of your slick and hums with delight.
“I thought your heat wasn’t until next week,” he comments, rubbing soothing circles into your thighs, admiring the dampness he finds there. You are so wet, dripping and ready for him, your cunt throbbing with need.
“Was thinking about you too much,” you groan, fingers twisting in the sheets, “Must’ve triggered it early.”
His pupils dilate and his eyes go wild with fervor. He knows how much you need it, your body quivering before him, and he can feel you through the bond, the bite he’s marked you with at the juncture of your throat, cock jumping with his own need as you bare your neck, showing off the brand.
He’s been away so long it looks less fresh than when he had left, when it had been completely mottled and red, the taste of it had his mouth numb with pleasure for hours.
His thumb circles your clit and you keen as he slips two fingers into you. They slide in with ease and you moan. You love his hands, the texture of the scarred flesh only adding to your satisfaction, but you need more than this, you want his knot.
“Please, Az,” you beg, writhing in the dampened sheets and whining like a pup, “It hurts.”
“I know,” he hushes, shushing you like a babe. His eyes don’t leave your dripping cunt, adding a third finger and picking up pace. “Give me one, just to take some of the edge off, Love.”
It comes quick, with a flick of his thumb and twist of his fingers you're falling over the edge, orgasming with a cry. Your mind is a haze between wanting more and enjoying the feeling, but it’s not his knot and your body knows it.
You lift your head to complain only for your response to catch in your throat as Azriel lowers his head, nose brushing against your clit as his tongue dips into your soaking heat, lapping your slick straight from the source.
His moan is broken as he licks you with fervor, the taste and noises spilling from your mouth only spurring him on.
And he loves it, your thighs shaking, gasps and pleas falling from your lips as your toes curl with every flick of his tongue. It’s his favorite thing, making you feel good, teasing you and testing how far he can take you while you’re in heat.
Your hips rise into his mouth and he presses a hand to your abdomen, pushing you back into the bed. Your back arches as he slurps, moving to your neglected clit and swirling his tongue around the nub before he’s sucking at it harshly, ripping another orgasm from your body.
He drinks every drop before resting his head on your thigh. He kisses the soft skin on each one before pushing them further apart and licking a long stripe up over your hole, clit, and climbs up your body, sloppy kisses pressed to flushed, dewey skin.
You groan as he tweaks your nipple with his fingers, then soothes it over with his tongue before continuing on his path to your lips.
He noses over the faint outline of his teeth on your neck and you both shiver at the feeling. Your hands bury in his hair and he presses his forehead against yours, body pushing flat as you both shut your eyes, reveling in each other’s scent.
A sweet kiss is pressed to your lips and Azriel’s murmuring, “I missed you.”
“Missed you too,” you hum, bucking up into him, his thick length rubbing deliciously against your pussy, “But by the mother if you don’t get inside of me–”
“I love it when you get like this, all submissive and loud. Gods, it makes me want to breed you.”
You moan loudly at his words, rutting your hips harsher against his, “Breed me then, alpha. I’m yours.”
You moan into his mouth when he slides into you, easily filling you completely. He doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, he’s pulling out and pushing in just as fast and you keen at the sensation. Yes, this is what you were craving, waiting for all this time while he was on his way back, your alpha stuffing you full.
Azriel sets the pace, jackknifing into you like his life depends on it, like seeing your face as you fall over the edge into bliss is his one saving grace.
You lock your ankles around his waist, urging him on with pleas and kisses.
His hands clench your hips tighter as he tries and fails to hold back the string of curse words falling from his lips. He’s thrusting two, three, four more times before his knot is large enough to lock the two of you together. He collapses on top of you and he’s heavy but it’s surprisingly pleasing, his cock pulsing and body shaking with his orgasm.
The sensation of him firmly attached to you and the pure euphoria as he spills his hot seed into you pushes you over the edge into your own climax, fingernails dragging down his slick back, avoiding the large wings spread wide around you.
The room goes quiet, only your breathing and his filling your ears. You feel so good, that need satiated for the time being, now that Azriel has knotted you. You know it’s just the start of your heat and your stomach flutters and cheeks redden at the thought of getting to do this all over again with your mate.
Sure, you and Azriel have sex often, and he’s amazing every single time, but it’s a whole different experience when you’re in heat. His words become filthier, more instinctual, and Godsdamn do you love it. The normally quiet shadowsinger loud and unabashed as those filthy words spill from his mouth.
Your pussy throbs at the thought, already ready for another round.
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You jolt awake from your light slumber, your heat never letting you fall into a deeper sleep, the uncomfortable feeling warm and buzzing beneath your skin. You need him again, desperately.
Rolling over in Azriel’s arms, you rut against him and whimper, trying to wake him. He’s still snoozing, but your movements and cries pull him out of his own sleep, body on alert immediately due to the sounds you’re making.
“Love?” he slurs, arm tightening around you as he blinks the drowsiness from his eyes.
“Please Az,” you mewl, “Please let me…need you so much.”
“Come on baby,” his cock is already hard and throbbing, his body's natural reaction to yours. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?” He says as you rut up against him again, whining in response. He helps you sit up, swinging a leg over his hips as he grips his prick in his hand, guiding it to your slick cunt, hissing when you sit down, taking him fully.
It’s messy and rough and you can’t even speak when Azriel takes over, gripping your hips harshly as he fucks up into you. Your head falls back on your shoulders and you feel so good, so full, you can hardly even breathe with how amazing it is, the warm coiling in your gut as he lets out a low guttural moan when his knot expands.
You collapse against his chest and he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. You’re panting, heart beating rapidly against his, sated with his cock pulsing inside of you, but now that he’s awake, eyes filled with lust, drunk off of your scent, and he’s not ready to stop.
You gasp as he moves, his knot sinking deeper into you, “Az!”
“Need you to come again love,” he grunts, jerking his hips again and licking hot across your bond mark.
“Wha–” you slur, shuddering out a breath at his movements. It’s all too much, his knot thick and throbbing against your tight walls as you squirm. Every nerve in your body is on fire and you didn’t know how good it could be. This is something you and he had never done before but you’re thankful he did, even if you are so sensitive right now, intense and satisfying in the best of ways.
“Fuck (Y/N)...you feel so good,” he whispers, nipping and nuzzling into the column of your throat. “You can do it.”
“Az,” you whimper, “I don’t think–”
He cuts you off with a desperate, bruising kiss against your lips. “You can baby, trust me. If you really can’t I’ll stop but I know you can. Be good for me.”
You clutch at him, fingernails scraping down his muscled torso and he hisses as you scratch over his pert nipple.
It’s driving you insane and then he’s sliding a hand between the two of you, pressing it against your abdomen like he’s trying to feel himself inside of you and that’s what does it, has you orgasming again with a cry of pleasure, eyes rolling back in your head, slick dripping down your thighs and over his.
You’re shaking to the bone as you chant his name over and over again until it stops. And it doesn’t stop for a long long time.
“See?” Azriel whispers, brushing back the hair on your forehead, matted with sweat. “I knew you could do it.”
You sigh at the praise, humming lazily in response, already halfway to sleep. He lets you stay, holding you close and breathing in your scent as you drift off, whimpering every so often as his cock pulses and his seed spills into you.
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The next few days are filled with nothing more than raw, frantic, passionate sex. You can’t get enough of each other and just when he thinks you’ll pass out with exhaustion, the lust ignites and you’re begging the other for more.
He gets you to drink and eat when he can, when you’re sated from release and before you fall into sleep. He admires you when you do, thumb stroking over your cheek as he thinks about you. Everything that he loves about you, so entirely happy that he’s found his mate so young, and even though he’s been through a lot, the Mother has finally given him a break in life when she pushed him into you that cold morning.
Your heat breaks five days later and you wake up no longer burning with need. You lie side by side under the blanket, talking, voices teasing, enjoying each other’s presence and finally getting to chat about something more than dirty talk and lust fuelled words.
You spend the day like this, lazy and pressed skin to skin, sleeping most of the day away when you’re not talking, hands roaming each other’s skin languidly, until the hunger hits and you both opt for cleaning up.
Azriel helps you to the washroom, settling in behind you to scrub your back. You love when he gets like this, after your heat or his rut he’s so caring, so in love with you, never more than a few steps away, sweeter than ever.
Rhys and Cassian are waiting for you when you emerge from the bedroom, cheeky grins plastered across their faces as they fill their plates with food. You roll your eyes, sliding into your seat across from Cassian, an easy smile of your own across your lips.
Azriel takes the empty spot next to you, wrapping a hand around the back of your chair and tugging you closer to his side, a warning glare aimed at his brothers.
You bite your lip, stomach fluttering at his territorial instincts, to protect what’s his. You secretly love it, your big, possessive alpha.
And Cassian, having no boundaries at all, is the one to comment first, his smile a slash from ear to ear, “So, how was it? Did Az get the job done, (Y/N)?”
Your mate growls primitively next to you and you silence him with a gentle hand rested upon his knee.
“More than,” you hum, eyes sparkling as you look over at the shadowsinger beside you. He gives you a small smirk in return before you’re moving your gaze back to the cheeky alphas in front of you, “Now pass the roast, Cassian.”
Summary: You try to run from your mate, but your efforts are in vain.
Warnings: Omegaverse, pregnant!reader, domestic violence, let me know if I missed something
Words: idk it's on my phone 🤷♀️
Author's Note: it was fun getting a bit of writing done, even if it's almost... 3am posting this lol. Hopefully I'll get back to bingo writing soon, but for now enjoy this half-baked idea with some dark azzie (I am so sleepy)
18+ only pls
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"You don't love me anymore?"
The question was sharp, colder than the rain soaking through your clothes, hair already drenched. And the only answer you could give was harsh, but better than the truth.
That you were scared of him.
"I don't," you whispered, thought you knew he would hear. He heard everything, saw everything. "I'm moving back home, in the morning. Don't follow me, don't contact me."
Shadows loomed over his wings, his figure growing in size with their agitation at your news-
"I'm your mate, and you think you can leave me?" Azriel asked quietly, your throat thick as you swallowed your nerves. He stepped closer, a hand closing the distance between you and cupping your cheek. "You think that I wouldn't tear the world apart for you? That I'd give up my mate, my omega, because she foolishly thinks she knows better than me?"
Rain was still pouring from the black sky, thunder booming in your ears and lightning striking behind Azriel, lighting his face fearsomely. You shivered in his hold for a moment before your arm responded, pushing his hand away with as much strength as you could muster. He let you, leather clad arm falling back to his side with little resistance.
"Your mate doesn't love you anymore. I am telling you to leave me alone." You moved to walk past him, out of the garden you'd planted here for the last time, only for fingers to wrap around your wrist tightly, almost surely bruising you. "Azriel!" you yelped, yanking your hand free of his loosened grip and continuing on, praying to the Mother with each step you took that he wasn't following you.
"Omega!" Azriel roared into the night, his anger intensified now that he knew you were serious, not turning back at the relentless tugging on the bond. Even though you felt two shadows wrapped around your ankles, your ever present shackles, Azriel wasn't waiting for you at the inn you'd gotten a room at, or pounding on your door in the middle of the night.
You slept fitfully, the cold shadows refusing to leave you be and staying under the covers, chilling your feet and legs, the occasional rumble of thunder jolting you awake.
Eventually morning came, gentle rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds as you retched into the toilet. It took no more than ten minutes for the nausea to subside, but it left you feeling empty and exhausted. You only hoped that the shadows hadn't pieced together what your recent bouts of sickness meant, that you could make it to the safety of your home court before news of your... condition spread.
You dressed quickly, and began making your way to the ship that was bound for Autumn, your true home. It wasn't the most grand, but the captain had been willing to keep your departure a secret from the Shadowsinger, if he came asking for you. One of the few sympathetic alphas, even in a city as progressive as Velaris.
"Morning, Miss," the captain said, nodding his thanks when you pressed a hefty pouch of gold into his palm. "Your cabin is downstairs, last door on the right."
You gave him a grateful smile before following his instructions, heading down the stairs and walking to the end of the hallway, your door already slightly ajar. Pushing it open, you slid inside and shut it softly, sighing at the sense of safety it gave you.
Finally, you would be free.
Your child wouldn't grow up under their father's thumb, controlled at every turn. You wouldn't have to worry about a bruise showing in public, or having bruises on a regular basis.
One of your hands drifted to your stomach at the thought of your baby, a tiny smile on your lips. They had given you the strength to leave, to ignore your omega's cries that were threatening to devour you. The reminder that your baby was growing inside of you paired with a few deep, calming breaths had your shoulders relaxing.
Except... you could excuse the room smelling of cedar, but your heart rate quickened at the heady addition of night chilled mist and alpha-
A large hand came to cover yours, lips hovering by the shell of your ear. "Silly omega, thinking you could keep something this important from me," Azriel reprimanded, letting his free hand run up your chest, up your throat to tilt your head back so you were looking at him. You started at the enraged look in his hazel eyes but his hands kept you pinned in place as he continued, "You and our child will live in Velaris, as we always planned. And you will start sleeping in my bed again, understood?" You didn't nod at first, but the slightest pressure on your throat had your head bobbing as much as it could in his hold, willing your eyes not to fill with tears. "Good. Let's go home, sweetheart," he said softly, shadows engulfing the two of you before you could attempt to move away.
You landed in the bedroom you'd shared with Azriel, Madja already waiting for you. The glare you sent at his shadows couldn't be helped, the little shits possibly the only reason he'd pursued you so quickly- you knew he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, tracking down his prey before taking them out and had assumed that might play to your favor.
But the child... nothing could trump his desire to be a father, or the fear that you could slip away from him entirely.
Azriel helped you to the bed, though you hardly needed help to walk three feet, his smothering nature already raising your anxiety. You almost snapped at him, but Madja's hands hovering over your stomach distracted you from his hand, still on your shoulder. She worked for a few minutes before checking over your whole body, the hum of her magic soothing your nerves.
"From what I can tell right now, the babies are doing just fine-"
"Bab-ies?" you asked, eyes going wide, and Azriel inhaled sharply.
"Yes, Y/N, you're having twins," Madja said happily, a smile on her face. "And you seem to be healthy as well, though I'll continue monitoring you throughout your pregnancy. Do you have any questions, dear?"
You shook your head, still shocked at twins and unable to process much more with Azriel looming next to you.
“It’s my job to be thorough, Gwyn.” His hands traveled to my hips and ass – which embarrassingly popped up off the mattress, reacting to his touch. That deep chuckle vibrated around the room, “Well now I know where most of your tension is.” His hands passed my hips again, pressing deeper into the muscle. A moan escaped my lips that time, my hips rocking with his touch, driving into the mattress beneath me. He really knew how to hit every tensed up muscle and wired nerve.
“That’s it, Gwyn. Let it out. Don’t be shy.” his voice sounded close, his breath hot on my neck as he massaged a knot in my neck.
“Fuck…”
“Here too?” His fingers danced along my shoulders.
I groaned in approval. I was far past the embarrassment of the noise my mouth was involuntarily making at the way Azriel’s magical hands worked every inch of my body he dared touch. I let the moans and whines of relief escape my lips, unhindered.
It was at some point when he was working my calves that I fell asleep. Lulled by his touch.
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When I woke, I was no longer laid out straight on the mattress, but curled against something hard and pliable – muscle and bones beneath a buttery soft shirt. And that smell…
My eyes blinked open slowly, my lashes brushing against the fabric beneath my head. Against the strong thump tha-thunk of a steady heartbeat.
I was curled into Azriel. In my nest. The familiar smells of the blankets I laid out encompassed me, mixing in a heavenly melody with Azriel's scent. The muscles in his body shifted slightly, carefully, as if he was trying not to wake me. The sound of a page turned.
Was he…
He was cuddling with me…in my nest…reading. As if this was an everyday occurance. As if they were an old married couple enjoying an evening together.
He hummed softly, probably at something in the pages of whatever he was reading. His chest rose and fell in a calming rhythm. If I let it, he could lull me back to sleep just with his breathing, but…my stomach growled. Hunger pains, rather than cramps, hitting me. How long have I been asleep?
More importantly… why hasn't my heat set in yet?
