#azazel x reader

[ivysmidnightramblings13]

At the Waterpark with Them...

Summary: A small set of headcanons and how I think Azazel and Sabertooth (Victor Creed) would react/act at a waterpark. Can be seen as romantic or platonic.

Notes: I just wanted to do a small silly bit of writing, idk this came to me in a dream. Do we think the villains would be allowed in? Is there like strict wanted list or ban list?

Azazel:

• He doesn’t mind the waterpark...except for all the kids screaming. It infuriates him, but he sucks it up because you asked him to come.

• Definitely teleports into the dark slides or tubes to try and scare kids, he finds it hilarious, and they can’t prove anything.

• Is probably found tanning by the wave pool, that is if he could tan.

• He’s very polite with the employees and probably tips them extra. He also loves the swim up bar, and chatting with you.

• His favorite rides are the drop slides and dark slides, but he’ll try out whatever you want to. If it’s a body slide he’ll probably wrap his tail around you, along with his arms, getting his chin into the crook of your shoulder.

• He’s very calm the whole time (except once his hair is messed up, he still looks so good but he’s just a tad irritated) and enjoys people watching and absolutely loves flirting with you or catching you off guard.

• Would definitely try to mess with someone super religious, especially if they’re spreading their nonsense around, he’s not letting that slide.

• Where’s black sunglasses and swim trunks, he almost looks too dashing, and somehow looks so put together. He’s kinda sassy, usually he’s very suave and silent, not at the waterpark.

Sabertooth (Victor Creed):

• He hates the waterpark, let’s be honest he just hates water unless its from a river or lake. Theres something about the chlorine that just messes with him.

• Although he absolutely loves messing with you and other kids at the park. He thinks it's hilarious watching kids slip and fall or cry because they're scared of the rides.

• He doesn't listen to when a raft is needed, how to sit or lay down, never crosses his ankles on the drop slides. It’s like a free-for-all in there. The life-guards don’t care enough to put up with him, he hasn’t gotten bumped or scratched yet so...

• He holds onto you way too tightly on slides, like literally squeezing the life out of you as you're in his lap or ended up on his chest screaming that you were supposed to be on a tube/raft. You definitely got waterboarded at one point.

• Dares teen boys to race him, and practically threatens them and belittles them when they chicken out. He doesn’t hate kids...he just hates the water and is acting out, also they’re being such babies!

• Although if he sees really little kids, especially girls that are lost he tries to help them get to the information desk or find their parents. He doesn’t want to come across as a creep though and gets away as fast as possible after.

• If he could get sunburnt, he’d be burnt to a crisp.

• He eats way too many snacks, and is cut off from margaritas and beers by the employees. Also he’s so messy with any food he gets, like it's all in his scruff and he definitely tries to kiss you or get it on you.

[bamfkeeper]

NSFW Alphabet: Azazel

a/n: I saw Deadpool & Wolverine today and since Azazel was in the movie, I had to get this out. It's been in my drafts for days ;;. I missed him so much, and it was so cool to see him on the big screen again. I'll get some Sabretooth stuff out soon too. If people like this character I will write more but as far as hcs and fics I probably won't write too much about him. Please refer to SFW version, this character is a little darker themed, so naturally so is he intimately. Afab reader, mentions of knife play.

Minors DNI. 18+ under the cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Azazel isn't super interested in aftercare. His idea of it is pretty basic, and he would probably think that simply laying beside you after is good enough.

I can see during more intense sessions that he might be more forward with touches. He would mostly let you take care of yourself, leave you to bathe or do what you need on your own while he stays laying in bed coming down from his high.

If you're particularly bruised up, he might help a bit more, but he still watches and lets you take care of yourself. He doesn't like getting too involved. I can see him giving in if you really, really beg him to help if you are sore or hurt in any way, for the sake of keeping you satisfied enough.

I think something subtle and 'good enough' for him would be letting you snuggle into him and he just lets you. He might drag his nails up and down your back while you calm down and relax, or his tail caresses your bruises where he might've whipped you with it yes this will happen.

When you get more into your relationship and start to have harder sessions where his kinks come out more, he realizes he needs to do a little better in this department so he makes more of an effort. He loves to feel how you shake for him, it makes him feel so much pride in himself.

I wanna imagine his red bamfs being let into the room once you're done and they curl up against you, their warm bodies providing comfort too. The little guys don't know what happened, but they can sense exhaustion and slight pain from you so they lay with/on you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

He loves a curvy lady. I think he has a thing for wide hips and he strikes me as a boob kind of guy. But he loves a good ass too. He likes to smack your ass when he has sex, listening to your noises and watching you struggle a little as he marks your backside up with handprints.

On himself, I think everything makes sense.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

He's fairly clean with it, but he can be a little messy towards you. He either cums inside you or on your face if you're blowing him.

He likes to watch you swallow his spunk, or he likes seeing his messy he can make you by releasing on your face.

His cum is thicker than normal, it's slightly more solid than an egg white consistency, and he tastes a bit salty. But it's mild enough to be doable if you swallow.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Honestly Azazel is pretty open to things he wants, so I don't think he'd keep many secrets. I think instead he'd just never admit to specific things he likes or enjoys. Something like you holding onto him and snuggling him he might enjoy but never admit to it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

This man has has sex with dozens of women (canon). He knows what to do. He's incredibly skilled, and he's learned how to do things to make you squirm that no other man could possibly think to do.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

He'd like any position where he feels in charge. I think you riding him would be one of his favorites because you are doing most of the work and he can see how desperate you are for him. He can sit back and watch.

Or doggy just to grab onto you and drill you. I can also see something basic like missionary but he throws your legs around and almost bends you in half in how he fucks you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

I think Azazel would be pretty serious because he thinks of intimacy as a time where he can be passionate and he doesn't really think about being silly.

I do think he would make sexual comments in a teasing manner, because he finds teasing to be 'funny' but that is about the extent of being goofy for him.

If you laughed or giggled during sex, he might be a little caught off guard and insulted depending on the situation, but if he sees you're enjoying himself he will just keep doing what he's doing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He takes pride in his appearance, so he is groomed well below the belt. He keeps everything tight, and that shorter cut does feel good to ride on because it rubs your clit just right.

Sometimes he lets it grow out but for the most part he likes a more neat trim than letting it get too crazy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

He's generally pretty rough, but in a passionate way. He likes to do whatever he feels like, even with a hard smack there is a caress that comes after so it's not like he's full out making things uncomfortable.

Azazel has the ability to be romantic too, and he is when he wants you to do something or try something new. He tries to make it sound sweet and desirable. Think the devil trying to convince you of something. He's a smooth talker and absolutely knows how to woo you and get you in the mood.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He does from time to time, but it's not a super driven thing for him. If he has a partner he doesn't do it a whole lot. He rarely feels turned on enough to jerk himself off, especially if he's with you. He can just have you assist him with his little problem.

Though every now and then I can see him masturbating if he's super pent up and hasn't had a lot of time to let it out. Does he use his tail on himself? Maybe?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Oh boy. He has quite the array of things he likes.

Dominance and submission, he is 100% dominant and he would expect his partner to be subservient to him. That is the only way he would be romantically involved with someone, I just can't see him in a role other than dominant. It gives him the power he seeks and makes him feel good to have someone so obedient. He might even go as far as slave play, which can be rather degrading, but anything that gives him that power rush.

Worship, he keeps up with the demon aesthetic so obviously that comes with the desire to be worshiped. He loves the idea of it, and he adores when you treat him as such. Worshipping his very being would get him so turned on, body worship to him is also a huge thing.

BDSM stuff would also be in his ballpark. He dabbles, and he likes to use his tail a lot. He uses it to restrain your wrists, or he uses it to whip your body. He is a bit of a sadist so anything that leaves a mark on you is very attractive to him. He loves to choke you with his tail, just as your cheeks heat up and you feel light headed. He has you suck on his spade while he chokes you.

Degrading/humiliation is also something he absolutely loves. It plays hand in hand with his other kinks, because you being so willing to do whatever he says and endure what he wants is something he will never get tired of. He loves having such a dedicated pet partner.

Exhibitionism always interested him. He's possessive of you, like a toy or property. He wants everyone to know it, so much so that he'd screw you in front of anyone he felt like if it meant they knew who you belonged to. But he wouldn't allow anyone else to touch you, he's too greedy for that.

Knife play would be something he would dabble in, all depending on your reaction. He likes seeing you squirm, and he knows just how much pressure to put against your skin. He is careful about it, but if you give him the green light to actually break skin he will without hesitation. Nothing severe, just shallow marks. If you're really wanting to show your dedication to him, he might carve his initial into you.

Orgasm denial. He loves the control, and he often teases and denies you until your cheeks are wet with tears and you are begging him for an orgasm. He loves to see you so desperate, and once he gets you to that point, he gladly obliges.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

As mentioned, he isn't opposed to doing it in public. He will fuck you anywhere he damn well pleases. And if you get too overwhelmed or uncomfortable, it's easy to just teleport away.

Without being obvious or vocal about it, he will think about your preferences. If you like it best behind closed doors, so be it. As long as he gets to fuck, he doesn't really care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

He adores being praised, because it makes him feel important. He's a power driven man, so anywhere he can get that hit he takes it.

Any sort of behavior where you worship him, so any kind of intense compliments will get him going.

You can never go wrong with submissive behavior, either. Doing what he says when he says it, he likes that you just do as he asks. It makes him want to reward you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

He wouldn't do anything that would cause you severe injury. He can't have you hurt now can he? He doesn't want that. A few bruises and scrapes during sex with him is normal and you get used to it, but anything that would cause permanent damage or injury he wouldn't do.

As knife play was mentioned, if you allowed him to carve you he'd make a deal where he would ensure the wound is dealt with properly. Or any little cuts he gives your skin. Anything more severe that would break your skin whether it be from a knife, his tail, or other instruments, he will clean for you as a reward for enduring his harder play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

He's quite selfish, he likes receiving better than giving. He loves to see his dick in your mouth because to him, you're using everything you have to please him. For Azazel, every hole you have is his to use. But he will make sure you enjoy yourself.

When giving, he's quite skilled since he's got the experience. He can make you cum quick, or drag it out. He loves to tease and make you beg before letting you cum. By default, he won't give you full on head, but he will lap and lick enough for you to become more slick for fucking.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

He can be pretty much anything. He generally likes to take his time, make you squirm and whine and plead with him. But once he gets going he is mostly pretty rough.

If you are sore or recovering from a hard session and you have sex, he will reign it in and go a bit slower than normal.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

He'd rather not do quickies because he likes to have the time to fully use you. For him, a good face fuck is a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

Absolutely down to experiment. He does so many things to you, if you brought something up to try, he'd be willing to experiment.

Azazel also takes risks of course, he teleports you all over the place to fuck for fun.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

He has decent stamina. Sex with him feels drawn out because most of the play is with tools or a lot of foreplay. He also doesn't let you cum for a good majority of it so it feels like a really good orgasm when he finally lets you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He owns a lot of BDSM related toys. All of the things he has are for you, he doesn't have anything specific for himself. He's never been interested in using anything on himself.

I can see maybe using a vibrator against his cock to stimulate himself slightly, but that would be the extent of using anything on himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Azazel teases you to tears, literally. He's not satisfied until you have them streaming down your cheeks and you are begging for an orgasm, or for more.

On the opposite end, he does not like being teased. If you're blowing him and you pop off before he cums, he will grab your head and fuck your throat until he does, just to ensure you know who's in charge and who can tease.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

He makes grunts and groans, but he mostly dirty talks you. His voice is deep and gravelly, but it can be smooth and enticing when he wants it to be. We've heard it briefly in First Class, but if you are focused on the comic more than the film, I imagine a voice similar to Black Phillip, maybe slightly deeper with a growl to it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

He likes his tail sucked on, the tip of his tail is sensitive and he gets pleasure from it. Not like his cock, but it would be like the pleasure from a hickey. Enough of a sensation to turn you on or get you heavily in the mood.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Azazel is super prideful about himself, and you would think that contrasts his actual self but it doesn't.

He has an impressive cock, it's red like his body and it gets darker red towards the tip. It looks like he dipped it in blood, it's such a pretty mixture of red shades.

His size varies, but generally speaking he is between 7-8 inches and he's girthy. He has prominent veins, surprisingly fairly symmetrical. They run on the sides of him that feel really nice when he's inside you.

He has nicely sized balls too, which he does like fondled.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

His drive isn't that high, but he's always down to fuck if you are. Depending on his mood he is more open to spontaneous sex. He won't actively seek out sex constantly from you, especially considering if you took quite the session with him recently. He watches how you move around too. If you're limping he backs off. But if you seem okay, then he will make a move and see if you're receptive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He doesn't fall asleep quick, he knows there are things to take care of first. Even after the clean up, he will sit and wind down, having a drink as the high wears off.

Azazel lets you snuggle close, and even after you've fallen asleep, he will stay up for a bit. Eventually he will fall asleep next to you, he's very warm naturally so your sleeping body instinctively will press into him. His warmth feels good against your bruises.

He also likes to wrap his tail around you, loosely, an ankle or wrist, just to hold onto you more. Especially if he is turned away from you, his tail will remain for silent reassurance he's there.

Thanks for reading. <3

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover photo from Amazing X-Men #1 (2014)

[thequietkid-moonie]

I don't know if it counts for the pride event but what do you think about a genderfluid reader with the abraamic crew (Lucifer, Azazel, Samael, Beelzebub and Lilith), they could be a minor god who would casually shapeshift to try matching how they are flowing (which would probably cause some confusion among them, but i bet Lucifer atleast would be that clueless but supportive friend anyway)

Genderfluid shapeshifter god!reader

𝆹𝅥 Platonic headcanons

𝆹𝅥 Lucifer, Azazel, Samael, Beelzebub & Lilith (SHUUMATSU NO VALKYRIE)

𝆹𝅥 In case someone doesn't know genderfluid is when a person identify as two or more gender and that person change of gender for how they feel to the one that suits them better in that moment (it depends on the person with what genders they identify and for how long)

Is more likely that you start being friends with all oth them for Lucifer, he is always so friendly and never lose the oportunity to make new friend, also he is pretty stubborn when it comes to make new friends, when someone catches his interest he won't stop insisting until that person give him at least the opportunity to show how great friends could be

Your hability to shapeshift is something that amazed Lucifer and Azazel the most, Lucifer find it incredibly cool and Azazel is really intriged in how it works (he probably already know a lot about shapeshifters and had told a lot of facts already about it)

Whenever you change your appearance their reaction will be diferent for everyone, Lucifer isn't easy to get tricked when you change, somehow he always know, not right away but he will identify you even when your appearance is diferent (and once he does he make little jokes about it, like saying that even if you disguise yourself you won't be able to get away from them), Lilith is other one that isn't easy to be tricked, she knows that is you after interacting a little but she just laugh at it and compliments your hability, Azazel tries to say that he already knew it was you but he obviously was tricked, Samael and Beelzebub are the ones who can't reconize you, but while Samael is dumbfounded when finding out is you, Beelzebub is more irritated, he normally doesn't put attention to others and it take him a while to trust you so you changing your appearance makes him a little nervous

Your constant change on your appearance can be seen as some kind of joke for a while, but the fact that you keep that appearance for a while and then change it after some time doesn't go unoticed, normally they don't ask much about the topic, maybe just Azazel or Samael but you can easily come up with an excuse of why you do this

Beelzebub and Lilith will be the ones who notice the little patron on your changes, it isn't like you transform to look like someone else because even when you change is still you, you change to look more femenine, masculine or even more neutral, or how you normally change and keep the appearance for some time, they will talk about it between them and even try to talk about it with your other goofy friends too, is something curious nonetheless but they don't want to make a big deal over it (at least not yet, they don't want to invide your privacy)

At the end is Lilith who ask you about it (even in private) since between all your friends she is the one more likely to have a serious and personal talk (maybe Beelzebub and Lucifer too but Beelzebub could be a little awkward and don't know how to react or continue the conversation and Lucifer will start being the goofy men he is and don't get into the point)

After you explain to Lilith that you are actually genderfluid she will offer you to help you explain this to the others with a smile, it doesn't take her much time to understand how you feel and she is completely supportive over it, is just the way you are, as well the others will be really supportive over it, Lucifer tells you that even if your gender and appearance changes is still you, to what Samael agree and that is why they doesn't mind it much (even when he is easily tricked by your changes), Azazel tries to reasure you by saying that it is pretty common for gods to desguise as the oposite gender or even other races and you feeling identify by more than one is completely alright, Beelzebub find it kinda weird at first but he accept you nonetheless (he feels that it would be bad from his part if he doesn't accept you just the way you are when you have done that for him)

After this Lucifer, Azazel and Samael gives you a lot of compliments every time you change and Beelzebub always calls them out for this since he feels like they are exaggerating while Lilith just laugh at them

If you ever feel some kind of dysphoria Lilith and Lucifer will be the ones who take a moment to be more serious and help you with that

[b-1327-1]

Should i be more ashamed of who i find attractive and probably keep it to myself? yes absolutely. will that stop me from complaining about the lack of fanfics for Azazel from supernatural?? absolutely not. I think the man is fine asf and im making it everyones problem

[mortallyscrumptiousmilkshake]

Infiltration.

Your mission to infiltrate the coven of warlocks and demons working together to overthrow the Clave had been successful. However, due to your involvement you had to undergo some magical procedures that hid your scent and aura, and presented you as a demon. For that, you had to go to New York to see the High Warlock Magnus. He also warned you about particular demons he heard would be at the meeting.

In your haste to avoid everyone while leaving the meeting afterwards, you ran into a tall and handsome demon with chiselled cheeks. His black eyes bore into yours, a smirk playing on his thin lips. "Well, well. I didn't think I'd see anyone as beautiful as you. Wonderful choice of body." He came closer, breathing in your scent through his nose. His eyes flared pitch black. "How exquisite." Swallowing something thick, your eyes snapped to his with a nervous waver. "That's quite rude, don't you think? Invading my privacy... If you'll excuse me." You slipped from his proximity and continued your way back home. That blatant disregard and lack of care as to who you were talking to intrigued the Prince of Hell to seek you out.

Over the course of the week, you saw him more and more, finding him hiding in the crowd, his eyes following your movement. So much so that you had to cease Shadowhunter activity so he wouldn't find out. One night, you decided to challenge him. You were at a local bar, sitting by the tables and minding your own business. Several men had approached you once you sat down, but you rejected them all, even their complimentary drinks. That was until a well-suited man sat down, his black hair combed back, his dark chocolate eyes scanning the area.

"You're not one for subtlety, are you? Following people, invading their privacy." "You intrigue me. There's not a lot of demons that do." "I see. Is that supposed to flatter me?" He didn't reply only stared at you. You took a sip of yout favourite red wine and licked your lips, all the while giving him a sultry look. No creature of any realm had entranced him as quickly and as powerfully as you. You knew you were playing a dangerous game. The spell that kept your Nephilim aura hidden away was soon to be diminished. "What's your purpose here? Dinky bar, horrible humans. It's putrid." "For someone who has such a deep hatred for humans you sure do spend a lot of your free time around them. I like it here, I like watching them. Imagining their daily routine." "How simple-minded."

You pursed your lips, disliking the arrogant tone the Prince of Hell was using on you. Even though he was vastly superior and if he wanted, he could kill you with a snap of his fingers, you felt nothing but anger for his behaviour. "I don't quite like your tone. Now if you'll excuse me." You stood up, but he lifted his hand as a sign for you to wait. "I apologise. Insulting you wasn't what I wanted. Please." He gestured you to sit down and you did, enjoying a conversation with him for the entirety of the evening. The waitress even told you to lock up after her, giving you a wink.

Then something unexpected happened once you were both alone. Azazel once more ran the tip of his nose along your cheek, a gesture that would be romantic if he wasn't checking out your scent. His large hand suddenly clasped around your throat and squeezed tightly. You gasped and grabbed onto it, your wide eyes gazing into his pitch black orbs. "A Shadowhunter. I knew there was something odd about you." "Azazel..." "How dare you say my name... Filthy halfbreed. I should kill you." "Do... It." Your eyes, now determined to stop playing games with the demon, gazed into his. To your surprise, Azazel let go and you took a deep breath. Several deep breaths. The demon took a sip of his whiskey.

"Where's all that bravery gone? The one you used to tease me with the whole evening." "Oh, I wasn't aware you wanted a filthy halfbreed to tease you." "Hmmm." He stood up and paid for both your drinks, standing there as if waiting for you to follow him. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, but all you received was a smirk. He folded his arm for you to take. "Hold on."

You blinked in confusion when the world around you disappeared. Azazel caught you from hitting the ground and lifted your body, observing your unconscious figure. "I'll figure out what it is about you... Why you make me so weak. And I'll break you."

[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

Azazel Falling For A Human Would Include

-He's adamant that he doesn't love you.

-Nope no way. No how. You're human how could he, a powerful demon, one of Lucifer's most trusted, love a human?

-You're weak, pathetic. He could crush you in an instant, but he doesn't want to

-He wants to protect you, but also keep you secret

-None of the other demons can know what's going on. And definitely not Lucifer

-Slowly he starts to admit that what he feels is love, but he won't admit it out loud

-When he finally does your shocked. He actually loves you?

-"Don't make a big deal of it. If you do I'll snap my fingers and kill you."

-He really wouldn't, but he doesn't tell you that

-You know he wouldn't hurt you, but you don't say anything. You let him keep his bad guy persona.

[cinnaxcrow]

Fallen [Angst]

Anon asked: “So I finally had the guts to request something. I hope this is okay. Could you do azazel where danchou just disappeared and nobody but him remembered them? Like someone else is the captain and it's as though they never existed in the first place. Again I hope this isn't too bad”

Pairing: Azazel x Reader

Azazel was a jerk. A known fact that you had accepted still, all because you loved him. 

He wasn’t good with his own emotions. He sometimes felt like he couldn’t trust you or that he wanted to just embrace you in his arms and never let you go. Everyday brought a new facet of your lover. And you accepted him still, caring for him like no one else did. 

He hated and loved the feeling of being with you. He hated how he felt so different and soft, how he felt something beat in his cold, dead heart. But the exhilaration of having someone by him, by being eternally loved and claimed, sent him over the moon. 

Azazel had a long way to go- he wasn’t perfect by any means, and you had accepted that. He was grateful, but he didn’t know how to let you know he was. 

“Y-you know...I don’t hate your face.” He grumbled, his pale skin turning red as he looked away from your curious eyes. 

“I love you too, Azazel.” You hummed, and he let out a guttural growl as he stuffed his face in his hands. 

“Damn you! Giving me a heart attack! I’ll get you for this! You’ll regret ever messing with a fallen angel!” He yelled, before he tackled you into the grass and tickled you. You squealed slightly as he kept tickling you, before he began pressing kisses all over your face. 

“Az! Stop that! I can’t breathe!” You laughed between every phrase, feeling your breath disappearing. 

“Now you understand you should never mess with me, right? You’re mine, okay?” He gave you his signature toothy smirk, a sign he had regained his pride. 

“Of course, love.” You smiled before you pressed a chaste kiss on his nose, and he squirmed. 

“D-damn you...I feel myself...losing strength...” He dramatically whimpered, collapsing to the ground next to you as you wrapped your arms around him. 

“I love you so much.” You whispered, and he sighed in defeat before he cuddled closer to you, resting his head on your chest. 

“Don’t leave me...” He pleaded. 

“I would never.” You responded, hugging him closer. 

“Did I ask for your opinion? I said leave me alone!” He growled. 

“Azazel, but you-” 

“Get away from me!” He stomped his foot like a child and clenched his fists, the anger in his eyes making you freeze. He normally had his moods, but this was so much worse than other times. 

“But why are you so angry? I only want to help you.” You gently placed a hand on his shoulder and he swatted it away roughly, his violet eyes seething with hatred. 

“Help me? You want to help me? Then disappear from my sight. I never want to see you again.” He sternly said. 

“D-disappear? You hate me that much?” You quietly whispered, the shock from his words not allowing you to digest what he was saying. 

“I wish you’d get away from me! Leave me alone! You’re useless! So useless!” He screamed. 

You couldn’t tell if it was anger or betrayal that overcame you, but you screamed back. 

“Why are you like this? Why do you push me away? I’ve been trying so hard, and nothing makes you stop hating me! I thought it was just some issues we could overcome.” You let out. He stopped his tirade and stared at you, puzzled at what you had to say. “I thought if I gave you enough time you’d stop getting so angry at me! Why do you say you love me if you hate?” 

He stayed silent. 

“So was it a lie? Was it all just one big, fat lie? Were you just using me to get stronger?” You felt your eyes water as you helplessly gazed at the ground. 

“Fine- you want me to disappear? I will. Consider this your last wish.” You clenched your fists and glared at him. Your eyes held an emotion he had never seen on you, especially to him. It made him freeze as he kept his eyes glued on yours. 

He wanted to apologize. Tell you how much you mean to him and that you are worth so much-so much more than him. He’s afraid of loving you, he’s afraid you’ll eventually leave him for someone better. And it looks like you were about to. 

But ever the hard-headed demon, he spat at your feet and sauntered over to you. 

“Then go. Don’t expect me to be crawling back to you.” He snarled. 

“Goodbye then.” You turned around and walked away, and he stood there, watching as your figure disappeared into the sunset. 

There was a tons of thoughts running through Azazel’s head, but each one made him even more catatonic. He couldn’t process the last five minutes. Why was he even screaming? Who was he even screaming at? What day was it? Why the hell did he feel his heart rip into shreds? 

His fingers twitched as he felt himself regaining his senses. He brought his head up and a slight pain built up in his head. 

“Damn...” He muttered. Everything felt so hazy, so he decided to call it a day and crash in his room. 

He tossed and turned in his bed, a frown etched onto his features as his body limply gave out. 

“Freakin sun. Freakin birds. God damn them all.” He muttered. His stretched his back and rubbed his tired eyes. He couldn’t sleep well that night, but he’d never admit it was due to his guilt and anger. 

He stood up and looked at himself over the mirror, before he noticed something on his nightstand. Or, more specifically, something lacking from it. There was supposed to be a framed picture of you and him, captured from when you two were celebrating at a festival. 

“Azazel, try the dango! I promise, you’ll love it!” 

“Tch, I doubt it’s that good. But since you look so pathetic, I’ll taste it.” 

“And? What do you think?” 

“It tastes like shit.” 

“So how many more you want, two, three, maybe even four?” 

“Oi, you callin’ me fat? I’d probably have a heart attack from all the sug-”

“Sorry, you had something on your cheek.” 

“D-d-don’t kiss me like that! G-get back here you! You’re making a deal with the devil!” 

“The hell? I could’ve sworn it was here...perhaps that brat took it or something.” He scratched his head and tried to brush it off, but for some reason, he felt uneasy. It was a feeling he couldn’t really place, but he knew it wasn’t good. 

He opened the door and was greeted by Lyria and Vyrn, who happily told him good morning. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, have you seen (Y/n)?” He dismissed their greetings and stared them down in annoyance. 

“(Y-Y/n)? Eh? Who’s that?” Lyria cocked her head to the side and looked at Vyrn for explanation. 

“You trying to be funny, brat? Where the hell’s (Y/n)?” He growled and showed of his fangs, leaning down to Lyria’s eye level. 

“Ashes, what’s wrong with you? We don’t know anyone named (Y/n).” Vyrn stated. 

“Are you kidding me? Stop pulling my leg! I’ll kill you where you stand if you don’t tell me where they’re at!” 

“Azazel...is it possible you’re remembering someone from your past?” Lyria frowned. 

“They’re not from my past! I just talked to them yesterday! You’ve known them your entire life!” Azazel screamed. 

“Azazel you’re scaring me.” Lyria bit her lip as she backed away from the fallen angel. 

“Fine. You’re so useless! I’ll look for them myself!” He growled, swiping his hand as he stomped off to the deck. 

“Oi! Rackam!” The pilot looked up as he heard his name being called, and Azazel walked over to him. 

“Where’s (Y/n)? I need to speak with them.” He demanded. 

“Huh? (Y/n)? That like a new crew member?” Rackam asked. 

“For god’s sake! (Y/n)! The captain! The one who made your sorry butt fly again!” Azazel yelled, gripping Rackam by the collar of his shirt. 

“Okay, now you must’ve hit your head or something. There’s no one named (Y/n). They certainly aren’t our captain, either.” 

“Oh really now? Then who’s running this place? You?” Azazel spat. 

“Azazel.” An unfamiliar voice cut the demon off as he swung his head back and met face to face with someone he did not recognize. It was a boy, a rather young one, with brown hair and eyes, and a blue sweater. 

“The hell are you?” Azazel glowered at the boy, who seemed unfazed. 

“Why are you causing such a mess on the deck? Lyria and Vyrn came to me saying you were talking crazy.” The boy explained seriously. 

“Who are you? Why’s some runt trying to lecture me?” 

“Azazel. Are you alright? You must have had an awful night.” The boy clicked his tongue and faced the fallen angel. 

“Don’t chastise me! Answer me you brat! Where is my (Y/n)?” He yelled angrily. He was done playing these games. Everyone around them looked at him as if he were insane, some giving pitying glances while others stood to see what would happen next. 

“I think you’re confusing someone. There’s no one named (Y/n) here.” The boy responded calmly. 

“NO! You’re lying! You’re lying! Give me them! I need to speak to them! I need to talk!” Azazel broke down and collapsed on his knees, slamming the deck of the ship with his bare hands. 

“Azazel, I’ll say this again. There’s no one named (Y/n).” The boy repeated. 

“Liar! Liar! Where’s the captain?” He wailed pathetically. 

“Azazel, look at me.” Azazel slowly darted his eyes up, and the boy knelt down to face him. “I don’t know who this (Y/n) is. Whoever they are, they don’t exist. Do you remember now? I’m the captain.” He said slowly. 

“No...no...that’s not-no-it can’t be...” Azazel mumbled incoherently. He gripped the flesh of his wrist as he began shaking violently. Was this some cruel prank the crew was pulling on him? 

“Ha...good one guys. (Y-Y/n)...come out now...please...” Azazel begged. His breathing became more erratic as he felt his heart rate quicken. He quietly laughed as his eyes started to water. 

“Huh? What’s wrong?” The boy asked. 

“T-this isn’t funny anymore. I didn’t mean the shit I said yesterday! Please come out now!” He covered his face with his hands and wailed out apologies and rants. 

“Azazel! Don’t cry!” 

“No! No! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it! Is this what you wanted from me? Did you want to see me beg for your forgiveness, (Y/n)? Is this what you wanted!” He looked up to the sky and screamed the last sentence loudly. 

“I-I think it’s best you go and rest.” The boy tried to touch his shoulders but Azazel slapped them away. 

“Don’t touch me! Stay away from me you filthy animal!” 

“Az-” 

“Don’t say my name! You don’t deserve to live after this!” 

“What’s gotten into you? Everything was fine yesterday! Why are you forgetting this?” The boy stepped back, shocked that Azazel was yelling at him like this.

“Me? What do you mean I’m forgetting this? You guys keep pretending to not know the captain! You know, my lover!” 

“Azazel! I’m the captain! I am not (Y/n)! My name is Gran!” The boy shouted indignantly. The man temporarily stopped his tirade and glared at Gran. 

“I don’t know who this (Y/n) is. If they’re your lover, they aren’t here. They’ve never been here. Almost like they never even existed.” Gran stated. 

“So...so this isn’t a joke, huh?” Azazel mumbled to himself. He nodded before he smiled sadly. “Ah...so this was what they meant.” He slowly covered his eyes. 

“I’m sorry? What did they mean?” Lyria asked. 

“I was a fool.” Azazel chuckled. “A big, damn fool. I wished they’d disappear. Now they’re gone. I wished for it, so why do I feel so bad?” 

The crew could not respond. Azazel slowly rose up before he tugged at a bandage on his arm. The smirk he had on his face did not comfort the crew, and they shivered from the tension his calm demeanor made. 

“Ah. I think I know the answer. I was never meant to be happy. I was never meant to have anything nice. Heh. To think, I trusted in humanity for once.” 

“A...Az...” 

“I thought it’d be fine that time. To trust them, and give them myself. They said they’d do anything I wished. And they did.” 

No words were uttered as he walked toward the edge of the deck. 

“So tell me, Gran,” He spat the poor boy’s name as if it were poison, as he stared at the bright blue sky. “If I wish for them to return, will they?” 

“I...I don’t know, honestly.” 

“Tch. Of course. Because humans never keep their promises. Humans never do anything unless they get something out of it. And my sweet, sweet (Y/n), I thought you were different. I thought you would’ve known I wanted you still. Is that not enough for you?” 

He waited in silence, waiting for you to miraculously appear and engulf him in your warm hug. You would laugh and tell him it was one bad joke, a punishment to make him never underestimate you again. 

And yet, you had not returned. 

“Is this not enough for you?” His voice got louder. “I’m crying over you, you dumb brat! Is that still not enough? What do you want from me? Please, just get back here! I’ll give you whatever you want just get back here!” 

In a flash of anger he ripped off the bandage and chucked it off the ship, watching it slowly flutter to the earth. 

“Listen to me! Listen to me clearly! If you think I’m going to spare you after this, you’re dead wrong! You’re mine! And if you leave me, I’ll give you hell! I’ll make sure you feel nothing but pain!” He screamed into the sky. 

“Azazel, I think you-” 

“Back off, Gran. You know nothing about me. You are not special, you hear? You’re nothing. You’re not them. You’re not (Y/n). If this pathetic world won’t give me them back, then there is no need for it! Just you wait! I’ll free my brethren! You’ll understand soon, Gran, what real hell is!” Azazel cackled. 

“What? What are you planning on doing?” Gran frowned, placing a hand near his sword. 

“Aha! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that earlier! I should’ve just stuck with my original goal! Maybe it’s good they disappeared, now I can finally finish what I wanted to.” Azazel mumbled, an insane haze in his purple eyes. 

“Azazel, snap out of it!” Azazel ignored Gran as he spread his black, feathery wings. 

“Yes! That’s it! They were a distraction! A mistake! Humans aren’t worthy! They’re all pathetic creatures! I should do this world a favor and destroy them all!” Azazel laughed, spreading his arms wide. 

Gran didn’t know what to do. He had never felt so paralyzed at seeing his comrade fall into the depths of despair and break apart so easily. 

“Gran! Mark my words! The next time you see me- I’ll kill you. I’ll tear you apart and make you feel pain a thousand times worse than this!” He pointed a slender claw at the brunette, who stayed frozen in place. 

“Don’t worry, (Y/n), I’ll make this world disappear along with you. You messed with the wrong angel, dear.” He whispered, before he took off, his massive ebony wings eclipsing over the bright sunny day. 

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Extra Baggage

Extra Baggage

Azazel X Reader

Prompt(s): Could it be?! Requests finally open! unfortunately i can't think of a plot but if you guys could come up with one somethn cute for Azazel?

Notes: We don’t have anything for Azazel and I love him omfg thanks for the suggestion dearie!! Also, imagine Azazel, Erik, and co. being more towards (y/n)’s age, since I went with them being younger and more ‘party-ish’ than they actually were in the movies.

Warning(s): None.

Word Count: 943.

“Why are you throwing a party anyways?” Raven scoffed. She was already looking through the alcohol though, pointedly ignoring Erik’s response.

Said metalbender had grunted and shook his head, “Because the kids are away on a field trip, and Charles went with them. Meaning we can get into his collection of alcohol.”

Erik seemed pretty happy with his little party. Most of the staff hadn’t gone on the field trip, leaving everyone to mill about and let themselves go for the evening. (y/n), a recent graduate who had secured their place as a teacher, stood awkwardly next to Erik. It was their first week teaching and everyone was so nice, but they just weren’t that much of a social person.

Ding dong!

Erik grinned and everyone else stopped, frowning. Who was at the door, and why was Erik smiling so mischievously. The mutant ran to the door and ushered in a few close friends of his. It wasn’t unnatural for kids to see their teachers out in the city on the weekends, or for adults with visitors passes be talking with their teachers. It was just surprising to see them at a party, was all.

Erik introduced everybody as needed. (y/n) raised an eyebrow, seeing a few mutants huddled close together. One of them was red, black hair combed back. He was fairly attractive, (y/n) had to admit. They were going to ask Erik for the man’s name but he was already on the move. They puffed out their cheeks and decided to spend their company with Peter for a while.

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As soon as Azazel had walked in he couldn’t help but notice the attractive person over in the corner, holding a red solo cup and laughing awkwardly with their friends. They looked like a person of class, that at least a well thought out, yet cheesy pick up line, would make them swoon. He smirked at Emma and Janos, his teeth showing.

“What?” Emma asked, bored and really not interested in what he had to say. Janos looked over, an eyebrow raised. It wasn’t often that something had to be said by the red man.

“It seems I have found the perfect person to end my night with,” He smirked, looking right at (y/n). Emma, hearing at least this, scoffed and shook her head. Janos couldn’t help but laugh softly.

He jabbed Azazel in his chest and stated, “Don’t get cocky. Seems like the kid with the silver hair has them pretty occupied right now.”

Janos’s statement had Azazel frowning. He was right, that pale, silver haired kid had (y/n) pretty captivated. They were laughing together, standing an appropriate distance from the other. Azazel deduced that they were probably just friends. Turning to Erik, he decided to get this attractive person’s name and how he could possibly woo them.

“(y/n)? Oh, they’re new. They were a student at the school for the longest time but now that they’ve graduated Charles allowed them to become a teacher here. I don’t know them that well though, but if you’re trying to seduce them then I’d suggest being honest but not too pushy. They’re not the most open person, but they’ll talk,” Erik said. Azazel summarized this to ‘New teacher, shy yet open, appreciates honesty. Don’t get pushy.’

Finally, the time for interaction! Azazel smiled humbly as he walked over, nodding a hello to the silver haired kid, Peter, he later found out, as (y/n) bid them farewell. Azazel stepped in as he saw his chance. He also ignored the fact that Janos, Erik, and Emma were watching.

“Hello, nice party, da?” (y/n) looked over, slightly started by the tall, red man now by their side.

They smiled and nodded, “Yeah, it’s pretty nice. I just hope that Charles won’t mind that we’re getting into his alcohol collection,” They laughed. Azazel chuckled lowly.

“Well we wouldn’t want that now. My name is Azazel. And yours?”

“Hm? Oh, (y/n). It’s nice to meet you Azazel.” The russian agreed in return and sat down on the couch, glad to see that (y/n) followed suit. He started an easy conversation. A smirk passed onto his lips, knowing that his friends were still watching.

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Never before has Azazel’s plans work so perfectly. Everything had gone to plan, yet if he thought about it he didn’t. He didn’t expect to come out with extra baggage. In this he meant he didn’t mean to wake up and feel endearment to the smaller bundle of charm beside them.

It was the weekend so it wasn’t unexpected for everybody to wake up with hangovers and for people not usually at the mansion to appear at the patchwork breakfast. Azazel walked down behind (y/n) who cheerily started working on breakfast with Raven and Peter. He sat down next to Erik, who was grinning at him.

“What?”

“You two. Normally you would have left as soon as you wake up, but I can tell that you didn’t.”

“Who says I didn’t sleep in?” He grunted in return.

Erik snorted and rolled his eyes, “You got attached. Not surprising, (y/n) sometimes has that effect. Great person, great personality, attractive. You got quite the catch.”

Azazel ignored the brotherly punch Erik gave him to the shoulder. His gaze had drifted over to (y/n), laughing with Peter and dutifully working besides Raven. They looked so happy and at home, so peaceful. Mulling over those words that his friend had said struck a bell in Azazel and he had to smile.

So what if he was attached? It only made the ride a hundred times better.