"What are you?" you ask the beautiful creature as he swims by your fishing boat.
At first, you thought he was a human like you, but when you caught sight of his tail, all you felt is shock.
"I'm a merman and my name is Ariel, what's your name?"
Ariel asks, placing his hands on top of each other on the upper edge of your boat, before placing chin on top of them.
"I'm..." You tell him your name, still in disbelief by the whole thing.
"I have been watching you for months now, I see you come here and harm fish."
"I'm sorry," you manage to stammer out.
You are a fisherwoman, but knowing how Merfolk creatures are close with the sea life, you didn't want to look bad.
"I didn't realize I was harming fish, I only thought of feeding my family."
Ariel smiles warmly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"It's okay, I don't bite. Well, not unless I'm provoked anyway." he chuckles, a melodic sound that seems to enchant you.
"What is your world like, under the sea?" you ask, curiosity peeking.
Ariel's face lights up at the question.
"Oh, it's a whole different realm down there, vibrant coral reefs, ancient shipwrecks and the music! The whales and dolphins, their songs echoing through the vast blue expanse."
He leans closer, his eyes wide with excitement.
"Would you like to see it? I could take you on a tour, show you the hidden wonders that few humans ever get to experience."
You begin to get nervous at his insistent attitude.
"I don't think I would be able to breath underwater for long."
Ariel laughs, as if you told him a funny joke.
"I know someone who could turn you into a mermaid." Ariel states.
"I don't want to be a mermaid."
The red haired merman smiles before grabbing into the upper edge of the boat tightly.
"You don't have a choice in that, silly."
With that, Ariel begins shaking the boat roughly, causing it to flip over, making you end up in the water.
You try to swim away quickly, but the prince was able to grab you and pull you deeper into the sea.
Oh dear reader, don't you know that Merfolk are evil creatures?
A Merman's Forbidden Love (Yandere Male!Ariel x Reader)
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He emerged from the sea like a dream, a creature of salt and longing with eyes too bright and a voice spun from foam. You never meant to fall into rhythm with him, never meant to blur the lines between curiosity and devotion. But Arien was never content to remain a passing shadow on the tide. He gave up his voice, his world, his very self… just to be near you. And now, he never leaves. Silent, patient, ever-present, he weaves himself into your days with reverent care. You forget what it felt like to be alone.
But not all love is soft.
And not all mermen are gentle when they choose someone to worship.
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The first time you meet him, you mistake him for a dream. A fiction from your imagination.
You were sitting on the beach at dusk with the tide creeping in like a secret. Your fingers skimming the water as you trace the edge of a tidepool. The sand is still warm from the sun, clinging to your calves, and the sky overhead is painted in bruised purples and honey-orange light. You love this time of the day the most because it is when the place is most serene. Just you and the ocean as the world holds its breath.
You hum. A melody with no beginning or end, something you make up as you go. Just enough to keep the silence at bay. The kind of tune meant only for the ocean.
And then, you hear a voice.
“Was that a song?”
You freeze. The words seem to come from nowhere. Your breath catches in your chest, and for a long moment, all you hear is your heartbeat and the distant cry of a gull.
You turn your head slowly.
He’s there, half-submerged behind a jagged outcropping of rock, the upper half of his body lit by the last dying fire of sunset. He glistens. Not just wet, but luminous. The water rolls off his shoulders in rivulets, and his skin glows faintly in the orange light. His hair is soaked and curling, long and dark, clinging to his cheeks and neck.
But it’s his eyes that trap you. Wide, impossibly bright, like liquid sapphires. They shine with curiosity, with something deeper you can’t quite name.
You should be afraid. There’s something unearthly about him. Something too perfect to belong to your world. But you’re not afraid. Maybe it’s the way he holds himself in a non-threatening manner, not even in the least bit defensive. He was just there. Watching you.
“Was it a song?” he asks again. His voice is softer now, as if he’s afraid you might bolt like a startled deer.
You swallow. “Kind of. I made it up. It doesn’t have words.”
He tilts his head, considering. “It sounded lonely.”
That catches you off guard. You laugh a little, not unkindly. “Did it?”
“Yes,” he says. “But beautiful, too.”
His gaze is unwavering. You shift, uncertain. “Who… are you?”
“I’m Arien.”
The name settles in your ears like seafoam. Fitting. Gentle. Strange.
You give him your name. He repeats it, slow and reverent, like he’s trying to memorize it with more than just his mind. Like he wants to carve it into the inside of his chest.
You sit together for a little while, neither of you saying much. The tide inches forward. The sun slips further down.
When you finally get up to leave, you glance back over your shoulder.
He’s still watching you.
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You don’t plan to return. Not really. But you do. The next night. And the next. Something pulls you back like a thread you can’t quite see, tied around your ribs. It’s not just curiosity. It’s something else. A need to see him again.
He’s always there. Waiting.
He perches on the rocks or floats in the shallows, arms folded, chin resting on his palms like a cat in the sun. His smile is small but always real. There’s a peace in his face, like he only feels safe when you’re nearby.
He’s full of questions. Childlike ones. Profound ones. Ones that make you laugh or pause.
“Why do humans wear shoes?” he asks.
“To protect our feet.”
“From what?”
You hesitate. “The world, I guess.”
“What’s snow like?”
“Cold. But soft.”
“What do people dream of when they’re scared?”
“Sometimes… places that don’t exist. Or people who aren’t alive anymore.”
He soaks in every word like it’s gospel. When you bring a book one night and start reading to him, he’s so still you wonder if he’s breathing. You read him poems, short stories, anything that captures your heart.
He loves fairy tales. But only the happy ones.
One night, you share a story about a fisherman who falls in love with the moon. He sings to her every night until she shines brighter for him. He ages. She never does. When he grows old, he builds a silver ship and sails into the sky, vanishing into her light.
Arien is silent for a long time after.
“Did he find her?” he asks at last.
“I like to think so,” you say.
He nods slowly. “Me too.”
And that’s how the nights pass. Quiet questions. Shared silence. He never asks for anything more.
But his eyes say he wants to.
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The days begin to blur after that. You start counting time by tides and meetings, by the stories you tell and the soft hush of his questions. There’s no longer a clear line between your world and his. He becomes the axis around which your evenings turn.
It starts small. Brushes of his fingers when he hands you something, lingering looks when he thinks you aren’t watching. One night, he asks if he can braid your hair, and when you agree, his touch is so delicate it almost doesn’t feel real. You close your eyes, letting him work, and when you open them again, he’s staring at you with something close to awe.
He brings you gifts. Shells with natural holes, sea glass polished to smooth perfection, tiny beads of coral strung together on kelp thread. You start wearing one around your neck, and the way he looks at you when he sees it almost makes you shiver.
You tell yourself it’s just friendship. Just curiosity. He’s lonely, you reason. Of course he clings to the one person who talks to him. But the lies grow heavier each time he smiles at you like you’re the only star in the sky.
He memorizes the way you laugh. The way you scrunch your nose when thinking. Once, when you cut your finger on a sharp shell, he panics so intensely it startles you. He cups your hand in both of his, eyes wild, as if blood is something sacred and terrifying all at once.
You begin sharing things with him you’ve never told anyone like your fears, your regrets, and your hopes. He listens silently, sometimes holding his breath. When you cry, he cups water in his hands and lets it drip like a blessing onto your skin. His comfort is wordless, but it wraps around you tighter than any voice could.
You realize how close you’ve become the night you find yourself reaching for his hand without thinking.
And you don’t pull away when he takes it.
But you don’t notice that his other hand trembles slightly. Or that, when you turn your back, he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a silent kiss into your palm with a reverence that borders on worship.
You don’t see how long he stares at your sleeping form after you’ve drifted off beside the fire, eyes wide, lips parted.
And you don’t hear the way he mouths your name in the dark like a prayer.
As if it’s the only word he’ll ever need again.
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The first time you see his legs, he collapses into your arms.
It’s dusk again, your favorite time of day, when the world feels soft around the edges, when the wind quiets and the sea stretches out like a secret yet to be told. You’re walking the shoreline with a handful of smooth shells when something crashes into the sand behind you with a weight that doesn’t belong.
You turn quickly, heart stuttering.
There he is.
Arien.
But not as you’ve known him. No gentle sway in the water. No shimmering tail beneath the waves. He’s lying in the wet sand, trembling, gasping like the air is too thick to breathe, his entire form slick with seawater and something rawer. His skin is nearly translucent, stretched tight over unfamiliar legs that shake beneath him like they’re made of glass. Faint traces of his scales still shimmer along his thighs and collarbone, the last remnants of the sea clinging to him like grief.
“Arien! How-?!”
You drop everything and run to him, your knees hitting the sand as you cradle his face in your hands. His hair sticks to his forehead. He’s burning up. He looks up at you like a child, eyes wide, terrified, and yet… joyful. So joyful.
He tries to speak. His mouth moves. You hear nothing.
Not a word. Not even a sound.
Just a rasp. A breath.
Then confusion. Panic.
His fingers rise to his throat, trembling. He presses the tips just beneath his chin and drags his hand across his neck in a soft, deliberate motion.
Your breath catches. “You… gave up your voice? For legs....?”
He nods. Shakily. His smile falters. His lips tremble.
And then he reaches for you.
Not forcefully. Not out of entitlement. But with the fragile desperation of someone who’s only ever felt safe in your shadow. You don’t hesitate. You grab his hand. It’s cold, and wet, and trembling. You squeeze it tightly, and something in him shatters and glows at once.
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You don’t say anything at first.
Not while you guide him inside, dripping and cold. Not while you wrap him in towels and try to steady the shaking in his limbs. Not while he gazes at you with eyes full of wordless adoration, like you’re the answer to a question he’s been asking since birth.
But the silence tightens around your ribs.
And then it breaks.
“You gave up your voice,” you say sharply. More sharply than you mean to.
He looks at you, startled.
“For me,” you say, stepping closer. “You did this for me.”
His expression softens immediately. He nods, proud. Without shame. Without hesitation. As if it's the most natural thing in the world.
And that’s what does it.
You let out a breath that sounds too much like a laugh. “Arien, do you even realize what you’ve done? You can’t talk. You’ve lost a part of yourself. Forever.”
He doesn’t flinch.
You pace. The walls feel too close. Your chest feels too full.
“You had a voice. A life, underwater. Where you belonged. You don’t know how to live here. You don’t know this world, or how cruel it can be. And you gave that all up for… for someone you met on the beach at dusk?”
His eyes don’t dim. They don’t narrow. They only hold you, patient and unshaken. He watches you as if your anger is sacred, as if he’s honored to be the one you’re lashing out at. Because at least it means you care.
He stands. Slowly. Gracefully. Taller than you remembered. There’s strength in him still, even drenched and shaking.
He steps closer, and when he reaches for your hand, it’s with reverence, not desperation. As if he’s asking permission. As if even now, the smallest part of you is his compass.
You let him take it.
He presses your palm to his chest. To the place where his heart thunders in silence. Then he lifts his hand and does the same to you, palm over your heart.
He holds your gaze.
And then he nods again. Firm. Steady.
Not “I’m sorry.”
Not “I regret it.”
But “I chose this.”
You look at him, and your throat tightens.
Because he did.
He made a sacrifice most couldn’t begin to imagine, and he did it with open eyes and unwavering hands. Not out of delusion. Not out of impulse. But love.
Complete. Consuming. Worshipful love.
You lower your eyes. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
His hand tightens gently around yours.
No voice. But his silence speaks loud enough.
For him, this was always the ending. You were always the ending.
You sit down, slowly, overwhelmed.
He kneels beside you. Not lowly, and certainly not pleading, but grounded, certain. He lays his head carefully on your knee, eyes closing like the storm has passed.
You let your fingers drift into his damp hair.
You don’t speak again.
Because there’s nothing left to say.
Not to someone who gave up his voice so you’d never be alone.
He leans into you like a lifeline.
And from that moment on, he never leaves.
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It begins gently.
He wakes in your house the next morning, wrapped in the same blanket you tucked around him the night before. He’s curled on the couch, limbs long and still unfamiliar, but composed, as if simply being near you is enough to keep him at peace. His eyes open when you pass through the room, soft and alert, like he’s been waiting for you even in sleep.
You make tea. He watches.
Not with hunger, not with need, but with a deep, undistracted attention that makes your hands move more carefully than usual. When you place the mug into his hands, he holds it like it matters. Like the warmth of the cup is an extension of your kindness. He doesn’t thank you, not aloud of course since he no longer had his voice, but the look he gives you carries weight, heavier than words. A silent vow.
He begins to shadow you, not out of uncertainty, but purpose. As if staying close is a choice he’s made with unwavering clarity. He walks softly, doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t intrude. Just remains within reach. A steady orbit around your life.
When you try, gently, to explain the need for space and time to yourself, he nods. He listens.
But the next morning, he’s still there. And the next.
He doesn’t challenge you. He just waits. Quiet. Persistent.
Always near.
He folds into your days without making ripples. You find the sugar stirred into your tea before you reach the kitchen. Your coat hung precisely where you’ll need it next. Your books reordered, not alphabetically, but by how often you revisit them. The ones you reread when you’re anxious are always closest at hand.
He doesn’t mimic you like a child. It’s subtler than that. He studies you carefully and lovingly, and integrates what he learns. If you favor a certain spot in the garden, he sits nearby when you're there. If you tend to hum while cleaning, you hear the melody echo later while he arranges stones outside.
One morning, you find feathers laid out across the windowsill in the shape of a constellation only you would recognize.
Another, you wake to a small spiral of dried sea-glass at the foot of your bed, your initials etched delicately into the largest piece.
He doesn’t offer explanations.
He doesn’t need to.
His presence becomes the rhythm of your day. Not loud, not demanding. Just constant. Intentional. Anchoring.
He never asks for your time.
He just offers you his. Every hour. Every gesture. Every glance.
And when you smile at him, when you place a hand on his arm, when you whisper “Thank you”, he lights from within. Not with the raw desperation of someone starving for love, but with the quiet awe of someone who has chosen to love fully, without expectation.
You see it in the way he watches you when you’re tired, worry lining his brow like a storm on the horizon. In the way he sets your favorite cup beside your notebook before you’ve reached for it. In the way he writes your name again and again in the corners of pages you didn’t realize he’d touched.
There’s nothing needy in him.
Only devotion.
Measured. Enduring.
You catch him staring sometimes when he thinks you’re asleep, or lost in thought. And in all those times, his expression is something sacred. Not lustful. Not greedy.
Just certain.
Like you are his north star, and he has already chosen to follow you to the end of the world.
He doesn’t speak, but he communicates in offerings. The gentle touch of a blanket adjusted around your shoulders. The hush of his breath in rhythm with yours. A pressed flower on your sketchpad. A smooth stone placed exactly where your hand will fall next.
It never feels forced.
It feels… inevitable.
Like some part of you knew, the moment he first looked up from the waves, that this would happen.
That you’d be the axis he would spin around.
That he would shape himself to your life, not out of need but out of love so total it requires nothing in return.
And over time, you begin to softly but surely forget the shape your days took before he was there to greet you each morning. The quiet before his silent gaze began to fill the spaces between your thoughts.
You forget the stillness of solitude.
You forget how your voice sounded when it wasn’t echoing off the reflection in his eyes.
You forget that the first thing he gave up for you was his voice.
But not the last.
He doesn’t ask for anything.
But piece by piece, without ever meaning to, you give.
You woke up feeling nauseous. Breathing through only one nostril, your throat scratchy and your head pounding, you cracked your eyes open halfway. Instinctively, your hand reached across the bed, expecting to find warmth but met only empty sheets. With a groan, you pushed yourself upright.
You didn’t have long to dwell on the absence of your partner before Ariel stepped back into the room. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed you awake.
“Oh did I wake you?”
You shook your head slowly, then immediately nuzzled your face into his lap the moment he sat down beside you. His expression softened into concern as his hand brushed across your forehead.
“Are you alright? You don’t look well.”
You shook your head again, your voice muffled against him. “I’m dying.” Ariel’s hand halted for a moment having been with him for a couple of years now he knows you tend to dramatize things a bit, but he was still concerned.
He gently moves your head from his lap and stands up “I'll go get some help”. You reach your hand out as he walks towards the door.
“Nooo don't leave me! Not in my last waking moments” the redhead just chuckles looking back at you saying “I'll be back” before leaving the room.
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“It is nothing more than the flu. Prince Ariel. All she needs is rest”
“Though I do suggest you keep your distance. It is contagious” Grimsby reduces Ariel’s concerns after checking you. Reassuring him you'll be fine.
“I won't be okay though….It's over for me” Grimbsy sighs rolling his eyes and looking back down at you. “You are not dying Your Highness”
You groan draping your arm over your eyes. “It feels like I am….Ariel..will you take care of my seashell collection when I pass?”
Ariel’s brows knitted together, lips parting like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Take care of-? No! You’re not passing, you’re just-” he waved his hands uselessly, searching for the right word, “—sniffly!”
You peeked at him dramatically from under your arm. “This is the end, Ariel. Tell the gulls I loved them…”
Grimsby let out a long-suffering sigh, straightening his coat. “Your Highness is not passing. She has the flu. A common, ordinary, perfectly curable flu.” He glanced at Ariel. “Do not indulge this nonsense.”
But Ariel ignored him, moving back to kneel at your bedside. He took your hand between both of his. “If it means that much to you,” he said through a small chuckle, “I’ll take care of every seashell. I’ll polish them, I’ll guard them, I'll even take care of the chipped ones you insist on keeping”
You cracked one eye open, trying not to smile. “And the ones that smell like fish?” you croaked.
He nodded immediately. “Especially those ones.”
That made Grimsby pinch the bridge of his nose. “Heavens above… melodrama and gullibility. I’ll fetch tea.”
You let out another weak groan, shifting under the blankets. “If this is the end, Ariel, sing me something… so my soul may depart in peace.”
His eyes softened instantly, and before Grimsby could scold you both again, Ariel leaned closer, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Then I’ll sing you to sleep,” he whispered, voice warm and low.
And he did, soft and shaky at first, but steadying as he went on.
Grimsby returned with the tea, muttering, “Utterly hopeless,” when he saw the prince still singing to his perfectly not-dying beloved.
Love is to take care and cheerish for someone, is to look after that someone out of pure love and apreciation, is to share what she is and what she has, to share the good and the bad, to be there for the other person. To be loved is to be seen and apreciated, Snow White doesn't need great gestures to know that she is loved, she just needs someone who walks at her side
Cinderella
Love is to share and to protect, she may not have much people who is willing to stop and listen what she has to say but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a lot to share, and she is willing to fight to protect those she care for. To be loved is to be seen and aknowledge, again, she doesn't have much people in her life but whenever that few people she has truly look at her, truly interest on her and Cinderella feels like that is enough to keep going
Aurora
Love is to care for and share, Aurora has a loving family and big dreams, she was blessed with a happy life and she wants to share that with those she loves, she wants to share what she is, all those dreams and hopes she has with the people she holds dear to her heart. To be loved is to have someone to walk with, someone with whom she will be able to share her life, someone who she can cheerish and support, someone to share her smile but also the tears, someone with whom appreciate life
Ariel
Love is to have someone with who share her life and interest, to have someone to go to whenever she finds new things about the world she loves so much or just has something that make her happy, is to share her happiness without having to worry about anything. To be loved is to be seen beyond her title, to be understood, you may not share her love for the human world but just accepting her as she is already makes her inmensily happy
Belle
Love is to have someone to talk with, someone with who be herself and also to have someone to care for, someone with who she can share her life even in the monotony because even if she wants to have adventures just having you around makes her feel like in a fairy tale. To be loved is to be cared for and to be accepted as she is without asking her to be something else, is to have someone to call home, someone with who she feels comfortable to even wish to talk more and more
Jasmine
Love is like having a partner in crime, to have someone to share her adventurous side, to have someone considerate an equal with who she can talk to whenever her mind is in the clouds, to have someone with who she can share her wishes and curiousity. To be loved is to be seen, is to be aknowledge at is fullest, to been told that is fine to be the way she is, that is fine to wish and dream, to be supported
A/N: This one is dedicated to my besto frendo Redi-chi ( @muses-are-red ) i hope you like it <333
Summary - Azriel missed his wife, and he shows it.
Warnings - PURE SMUT! 18+ ONLY!
Author's Notes - As the warning state, this is pure smut! Short and fun to write, hope you enjoy ;)
“A-Az….Az I….mmph,”
“I know, baby. Just let it happen for me,”
You sighed, and a gutter moan escaped your lips as hands were on your hips, gripping possessively as your thighs were burning and sweat was going on along your skin and from your pores. All you were feeling was the insane pleasure deep within you, coiling up too tight in your abdomen and spewing out to touch the tips of your fingers and toes as your eyes were closed in bliss. Although you were feeling so tight in your stomach from how close you were to bursting, you were also shaking from how intense it was feeling.
Rightfully so, since you have been on edge for what felt like hours.
“There you go, sweetheart. Cauldron, you look fucking divine on top of me like this,”
You opened your eyes, shakily and with lust as you looked down at the being pinned under you, deep inside of you to make you feel so full and snug within your walls. His wings sprawled out on either side of him, almost dangling off the bed with the sheets already skew on the ground along with some of the throw pillow. His face was on you, etched with his own pleasure he was feeling and the most alluring smile on his lips. Hazel eyes were bright and almost fully dilated, his dark hair tossed and messy from your fingers digging in the locks to be grounded, and slight hickies along his neck and collarbone nearly blended into his tan skin.
Azriel looked fucked out of his mind, but he looked too happy because of it.
Of course, you forgot how to get into his position in the first place. You two were away from each other because of his Spymaster duties and your job in the Inner Circle as Fryer’s right-hand and personal treasurer. It has been an exhausting few weeks you both were working hard and long hours, barely having time to be together since you two were newly mated two years prior. It was the sacrifice in having these careers, you and Azriel knew that.
But still, you missed his company and his touch on the lonelier nights when he was away. There was no doubt Azriel was as great a lover as he was as your best friend and husband. Even before you two were married, Azriel knew how to rock your world when you two fell in bed together. There was always gossip about Illyrians and their wingspans. You never paid attention to them too much, but of course the gossip of larger wingspans being equivalent to Illryian’s packages. It made the far blush madly to think about, and you never had that in mind when you got together with Azriel and became mates with him.
Yet the rumors were proven right the first time you two fucked: he was an amazing lover.
The way his fingers would curl inside of you to make you arch off the bed, how his tongue would dive into your folds and inside of you to not just stretch you out but to have you writhe around in bed, he knew just what to do to make you scream out his name as if he was a God and you were worshipping him. Not to mention when his cock was fully inside of you, perfect in size and girth as if It was designed to be snug along your inner walls. Divinely made for you, just you, and every time you two had sex, it felt like the first time all over again.
Nothing was ever said outside your bedroom door of course, yet the others in the Inner Circle were just as curious and teasing after you and Azriel returned from your honeymoon. Especially Cassian, who was winking at you and then elbowing Azriel’s side.
“Hopefully you were tame with your new wife, eh Az?” He teased, making you blush madly and Azriel glare at him.
This was no different, you two clawing at each other as soon as you could when you made it back home to your penthouse in the city. Azriel wasted no time undressing you and giving you hickey after hickey on your neck as you threw off his leathers and belt that hung low on his hips. It also all through the night, you were inwardly glad that your penthouse had no neighbors around to hear your vigorous activity. Yet now it was 3 am, and you both going on round three as there was no sign of slowing down or losing momentum.
“You still there, sweetheart?” Azriel asked as he was seeing you catch your breath, the pleasure was so close it was on your tongue as you nodded rapidly and hummed, “How close are you, baby?”
“S-s-o close….so c-close Az,” You whimpered, about to reach down to where you two were connected so you could touch your aching clit that was rubbing deliciously against Azriel’s rock-hard cock. Azriel tutted, taking your hand away to lace your fingers and hold it against your stomach. You full-on whined, yet he smiled and shook his head.
“That’s my job, remember?” He asked you coolly, his other hand reaching over to hover right in front of your clit, “You’re gonna cum from my touch, right there where you need it, okay? Not me fucking you, not you rolling those glorious hips that I love, but me simply touching you right there, because I only can, got it?”
You gulped, nodded, and waited on bated breath for him to touch you. He licked his lips, his thumb was so close, and yet he didn’t move, not just yet.
Finally, after what seemed to be long seconds that would be torture, he rubbed his calloused thumb along your clit in small circles. Within seconds, you came and moaned so loud in the bedroom it almost sounded like you were being tortured.
Azriel was notorious for this, he knew just how to make you undone with his simple touches to longing gazes. Maybe it was because he knew how to tap in the vulnerability of a person because of his Spymaster duties, However, those were times of torture, not with you. With you, he was gentle, never rough or too demanding. But still, that simple touch along your skin or a simple growl in your ear, you would unravel so fast it was hard to catch up.
This orgasm was cosmic, you shaking as you were still hovering and trying to ride it out for as long as you could. But you felt it everywhere, along your skin and under your eyelids as you were gasping for air. Your bones were feeling like jelly, almost willing your body to collapse on Azriel as he was watching you with utter amazement and awe.
“Fuck,” He growled, sitting up suddenly and making you moan some more as you were so sensitive at this point. He wrapped you in his arms, kissing you all over as you were simply leaning against him and trying to come back to reality.
“I will never get enough of you cumming like this,” He said into your hair as you hummed. You shifted a bit, still feeling his rock-hard cock inside of your sensitive pussy. As sensitive as you were, you felt his fingers guide along your lower back. He rolled his hips slightly, you moaning hotly as he nodded his head.
“I know, baby. I got you,” He replied, almost reading your mind as to what you both needed You’d let him since you trust him with your life and he would care with exceeded expectations. He pulled out, you whimpering from the loss and also the relief as he moved you on the bed to be on your stomach. The cool sheets under your bare body were calming, his calloused fingers dancing along your sweaty body to bring you some relief as he then pushed a pillow under your hips. Gathering some of the juices from your pussy, he lathered his own cock up again as he was on his knees behind you.
“Az..” You mewled as he lifted your ass up a bit, he perched behind you to kiss along your spine and caresses your thighs.
“Let me fill you up, please baby. You feel so good around my cock that I need to unload in you, can I please? It’ll be so good, I promise,” He growled along your spine, you simply nodded your head since you knew it would be so good. No matter that you were bone tired, you experienced such an amazing orgasm that shook you to your core. Azriel would never dare to continue unless you were willing to let him, waiting for your permission and consent. Even in the heat of you two fucking, he always stopped and asked you, made sure you were okay.
You grew to love him all the more.
“I’ll take good care of you,” he soothed against your backside as you felt his cock’s tip right along your entrance. Within a second, he slid right back into you, both of you moaning and sighing in both lust and relief at the same time. Azriel braced your hips in a good grip, rolling his back as his wings stretched out behind him and his cock was once again snugging your walls.
“That’s a good girl,” he rumbled, making you cum at least two more times in that very position before he could finally release deep inside of you.
Ariel x a Princess Reader that loves the sea? thought it would be cute!
A/N: Sorry this took me a few days! Hope you like it <3
Oceans: Ariel
Ariel walked into your room and felt like she was transported back to the sea, your room was done up like the ocean, it reminded her a lot of her room done in the sea. You had various shells set up around your room, you had jellyfish lights hanging from your ceiling, and various snowglobes decorated your dresser, she really felt like she was back home. She picked up one of your snowglobes that was shaped like a clam that had the snowglobe part in the center where a pearl would be and saw a lighthouse in it that said the place where it was from.
"Oh! My brother had gotten me that one of his many adventures! See you can shake it and it looks like it's snowing." You said giving it a gentle shake as she smiled.
"Sorry this is probably an ocean overload but I love the ocean and everything about it so much." You said as she smiled at you.
She shook her head at you and gave you a small smile trying to let you know that she truly did enjoy your room as she climbed into your bed with you, smiling at the mermaid figure you had on your bedside table.
"My grandpa gave me that, he was the one who used to take me on all these adventures, it wear I get my love of the ocean from. I miss him." You said sadly as she hugged you.
You two lay there talking with each other well mainly you until the sun finally set and you guys decided to take a walk on the beach. You were walking along the beach when you saw that she had stopped and picked something up, making you turn towards her.
"For me?" You asked her.
She nodded her head at you, as she handed you a clam, and when you opened it, and saw a pearl inside of it making you gasp. You had heard stories about people finding pearls in calms all the time but had never found one.
"Thank you so much, Ariel." You said wrapping your arms around her.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around, your smile and happiness were one of her favorite things in the world. You two pulled apart and just looked at each other and slowly started leaning in until you pressed your lips against hers.
