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continued from this with @thehavsofblvck

Azrael had not felt this riled up in a long time. The one person he had been avoiding in the city of Gotham had finally caught up to him: The Batman. The man they called the Dark Knight has sniffed out who was behind the sudden deaths of several high profile mob bosses and criminals in the city. The two had met face to face for the first time and it frustrated him greatly that he couldn’t escape his eye. Thank goodness for Harley, she was the only woman on the planet who could calm him down. She offered herself to him to help him relieve his stress. The demon pulled Harley over to a nearby alley and threw her against the wall, within moments having both their pants at their ankles and Azrael ravaging her from behind with his hand wrapped around her hair in a ponytail.

Aside from killing, this was what she was good at. Being fucked and used like an overgrown sex doll. Azrael’s sex doll, to be precise, because if anyone else tried touching her like this, then she would have slit their throat or bashed their brains in. But with her lover the one plowing her from behind, pushing her partially exposed body against the dirty wall, she took the fucking like a good girl.

Harley would have thanked Batsy if he was there because it was because of him that prompted Azrael to claim her like she was nothing more than a couple of holes to be used, to be filled and spread apart. The thick slicking noises that her cunt made each time he thrust in and out told her that she was dripping wet, and it was the frequent strike of his tip against her cervix that showed her just how badly he needed this sexual outlet. Harley pushed her ass back as much as she could – hard to since he kept pushing her back against the wall – to try and keep his cock lodged inside her for longer.

#harley quinn ( thread )#azraelblack #queue are my fantasy ( queued reply )

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"I am starting to see you in a different light... and it's starting to scare me. Does--- does it mean what I think it means?"

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12B Ivy from a meme that @azraelblack kindly sent

He was so big.

And she was so tiny.

Ivy always thought that he easily dwarfed her, the big bearded giant who made even the oldest and most hardened mobsters in the city cower in fear.

And he was mere seconds from pushing his massive c.ock inside her. Azrael was exactly the kind of bad man that her father had warned her about, but she didn’t listen. She couldn’t; his appeal was far too strong. Too irresistible.

Although she had a fair few lovers before, he seemed to be stretching her open more than they ever did, until his shaft was wrapped by a pale pink ring, her aching c.lit right beneath it. She shuddered, but she stayed in place, her cheek pressed against the bed and her ass pushed up.

#ivy lombardi ( meme reply )#azraelblack

The morning after a one-night stand is often the most awkward. On the rare occasion does Azrael wake up to coffee and breakfast being made, but usually he is either already gone by morning or wakes up alone. The price of doing business, he tells himself. This was no normal morning, however. The day before, Azrael had professed that he had feelings for Natalya, feelings that he could not understand but also couldn’t ignore. While they both were confused and desperate for understanding, their night ended how it’s ended the last few times they were together. Now, as the sun shone through the kitchen window of the demon’s forest home, he graciously accepted his cup of black coffee and looked to the love of his life with a mixture of content and pity. “You didn’t need to make me this.” He started. “You could’ve just left in the night and I would’ve understood.” @azraelblack

Argue, kiss, tear clothes off, have sex, repeat. That was literally Nat and Azrael in a nutshell. A one night stand turned into many and she couldn't figure why she kept coming back, maybe because the end result never left her disappointed. But this morning after... was unlike the rest. Before they ended up in his bed he admitted to being in love with her?!

Why did he do that? Nattie couldn't stop asking herself that, upset at him for ruining such a simple arrangement --- but no, he felt much much differently and she couldn't handle it. Every since they met he had this strange effect on her and she wished so badly that she could just shake it off. How could he love her???

"I know I didn't need to, duh." Great job, Nat. You're the one who made coffee for you both. She took a seat across from him, manicured fingers gripping the mug handle. "I'll never understand why... you said what you said. Saying that you l-----" Nattie "conveniently" had to clear her throat, avoiding the l word like a bullet. "Like... you're not even human. What do you even know about l... l... l-love?"

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azraelblack 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖽 ‘ you only call me when you’re drunk. ‘

[ ∿ ┈ 𝘀𝗺𝘀 : / / 𝗮𝘇𝗿𝗮𝗲𝗹. ] okay look it was one time and i couldn’t pass up bottomless mimosas. 🙄

[ ∿ ┈ 𝘀𝗺𝘀 : / / 𝗮𝘇𝗿𝗮𝗲𝗹. ] besides i’m 100% sober texting you i promise < 333

[ ∿ ┈ 𝘀𝗺𝘀 : / / 𝗮𝘇𝗿𝗮𝗲𝗹. ] i wanted to text you because i’m in town and wanted to see if you wanted grab dinner ? 😊

#azraelblack #⠀ 🪽 ─ 𝒮 ⠀͡ ࿐ 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈 ⏜ ۫ . threads.

@azraelblack asked: 🎁- Nova

Based off: Talk- Hozier

What’s the saying? A drunk mind speaks sober thoughts. Nova found there may actually be some truth behind the old saying.

She and Azrael had been running in the same circles for a couple of years, often ending up on the same couches at the same parties and chatting about anything and everything. “I’m gonna get out of here. Wanna come back for a drink?” She offered the man with a smirk before making her exit.

As they settled into her little living room, the small space warm with the soft light from a single lamp in the corner, Nova made them both a drink and curled up on the couch. The conversation flowed smoothly as one drink turned into another and another.

“I won’t deny… I’ve got in my mind, all the things we could do…” She said softly, her cheeks flushed from the chilled tequila and lime she had been sipping from a crystal glass. “So, I‘ll try to talk refined… for fear that you’ll find out how I’m imaginin’ you.”