#azriel wings

[the-book-gnome]

can you write sm with azriel and a tired either rlly subby reader or little reader? like anything im begging 🙏

But I’m Tired

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairings: Azriel x f!reader

Warnings: smut, sleepy sex, p in v, Azriel being desperate, oral(f!reciving) multiple orgasms, soft sex, unprotected sex (love, princess)

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

You felt so warm, something was rubbing your cheek but you were far too tired to open your eyes. You snuggled closer to whatever was touching you, it smelt wonderful as well. Soft lips pressed against your forehead, they trailed down to your neck, soft and simple. You let out a small whimper when you finally heard his voice. “Wake up sweetheart,” It was so gentle and quiet, it felt like a dream. “You don't want to get in trouble now do you?”

Your eyes shot open at the threat, you hated when you upset him. It confused you when darkness flooded your sight, when you reached out to see if his wing was blocking the light you were met with nothing, it must be night still. “When did you get back?” You could only mumble the words, your eyes felt so heavy all you wanted to do was go back to sleep.

“I need you to stay up for me, I've missed you so fucking much,” Azriel's lips were on your neck again, gently sucking on the sensitive spots. The sensation made you feel aroused, and a wet patch started to form between your legs. He slowly moved you onto your back, there was a prominent frown on your face as he settled in between your legs. You made a sound of protest when he went to take your nightgown off, “Shh shh, I'll be gentle and slow I promise,” Azriel's hands moved up to your face, cupping it. He left a few kisses on your cheeks and nose before continuing his ministrations. You tucked your body in as the cool air caresses your skin, small goosebumps raised as you grew colder, Azriel noticed this and untucked his wings enough so they blocked any warmth escaping from your bodies. His hands roamed up your thighs, pulling at the lacy underwear you had put on earlier, you squeezed your legs together as he pulled them off. You were too tired for this and it was so late in the night. “None of that princess, spread your thighs for me.” His tone was serious but all you did in response was whine.

“But I'm tired, can't we do this later?” Ariel smiled at you, you looked so tiny like this, all curled up. His thumbs circled your pebbled nipples. He watched as you wiggled beneath him. Az was unbelievably desperate to have your tight little pussy wrapped around his cock, it had been days since he last had you like this. He did feel bad for waking you up from such a peaceful rest but he needed you whimpering and moaning as he fucked you.

“I know love, but I need you to behave tonight okay? I really fucking need you right now.” The desperation in his voice made your heart flutter. Even though the two of you are mates, he is rarely this vulnerable with you. Listening to his plea you spread open your legs. You heard him groan at the sight you gave him. Peaking your eyes open you found him staring right back at you, “So beautiful,” His words made you flush.

Azriel brought his lips down to yours for a desperate kiss. As he moved down your body he propped your legs on his shoulders so his face was right in front of your aching core. He groaned at the scent, his tongue begging for a taste of you. With one last glance up to your face he decided to only give you what you need and nothing more, as much as he loved to overstimulate you with his mouth he didn't want to wake you up fully.

You whimpered as Azriel laid his tongue flat against your soaking cunt, the vibration of his groans only made it more pleasurable. Your weak hands fisted the sheets under you, legs twitching against his wings. Az continued to lick you, his tongue would circle your puffy clit and then move down to your entrance. He enjoyed teasing you, dipping his tongue in only to remove it a moment later. More quiet moans tumbled from your lips, your hips were gently rocking into his face, chasing your high. You couldn’t manage much more than that, the weight of your body felt like a thousand pounds.

Azriel didn’t seem to mind that, if anything he was encouraging it by holding your ass up so it was easier for you to move. His nails dug into your skin as your calf rubbed against his wing again, the pleasure shooting straight down to his cock. Gods he needed to be inside of you. He sped up his pace, his tongue rapidly licking you. When he felt your tight hole clench around his tongue he knew you were about to finish. Az wrapped his mouth around your clit sucking hard. You came a second later, squeezing your eyes shut as that white-hot pleasure flooded your body. Whines and whimpers escaped from your soft lips.

It took a few minutes before you came down from your high, Azriel had moved back on top of you, his fingers playing with a loose strand of your hair. “Sleep?” You whispered, you could feel the darkness taking over. The orgasm Az just gave you only made you more tired.

“Soon,” Azriel kissed your cheek, his hand moving down to his cock, lining it up with your entrance. His other arm rested by your head holding himself up. Your brows furrowed as he pushed inside of you, true to his word he was going slow, he made sure not to hurt you as he started fucking you. You grabbed onto his hand, your eyes fluttering open as he squeezed yours. He looked like a god from this angle. His eyes filled with lust and his wings spread out above you. You could feel his shadows tracing little intricate shapes on your skin. A satisfied sigh left your lips once he was fully inside of you, you watched as Azriel closed his eyes, composing himself. His wings twitched when you clenched around him. A silent plea to start moving.

Your eyes slowly closed as he started pumping inside of you. His thrusts were slow but deep. All you could feel was him, all you could smell was him. Your mouth parted as he brushed against that sensitive spot. He continued to do so, causing you to get closer to your orgasm much faster than usual. He was doing it on purpose. He needed you to come before him and by the way, your tight little cunt was clenching onto him he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Az,” your breathy moans only spurred him on more, he released your hand and brought it down between your legs. Your hips bucked as his thumb circled your clit. The amount of pleasure you were receiving felt euphoric. Azriel’s pace sped up slightly, he was getting lost in the pleasure and as much as he wanted to keep it slow for you it felt impossible.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, it’ll only take a few more thrusts before you're creaming around his thick cock. Your cunt clenched around Azriel as you came for the second time that night, the pleasure made you dizzy and breathless. Azriel came a few seconds later. Lodging himself so deep inside you, you could feel it in your throat.

He left a few open-mouthed kisses against the hollow of your throat. Once he caught his breath he pulled out of you, and you whined at the loss of his cock. Azriel laid down next to you, pulling the covers back over your bodies. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped a wing around you. “Thank you, my love.” When he looked down he found you had already passed out. That brought a small smile to his lips, you looked so peaceful like this.

[tadpolesonalgae]

Azriel x reader: washing his wings - part 1

Warnings: soft fluff?

Synopsis: As the oldest of the Archeron siblings, you’re used to taking care of them, particularly when they were younger. Upon taking a trip to the ground floor in the House of Wind, you bump into the Shadowsinger, just back from a week long mission away. He’s tired and the dark circles beneath his eyes are more prominent than usual.

-Part 2- -Part 3-

Your stomach let out a loud rumble as you tiptoed along the corridor. You weren’t even sure if anyone else was even back or if they were staying elsewhere, but still. The stairs were the easiest part, descending on silent feet as you made your way toward the kitchen, desperate for some food, or even a cup of tea. Azriel would be back by tomorrow, the High Lord had mentioned to Cassian over breakfast.

Moving as quietly as possibly, searching for a plate, you reached the cupboard. Something shifted behind you, having you whirl on your feet. It was Azriel, just landing on the balcony, shadows darker than usual - or perhaps that was the night. Clutching the plate from the jump he’d just unsuspectingly subjected you to.

“Azriel?” You whispered, his eyes snapping to yours, fingers tightening on the plate, “tea?” His gaze moved to the teapot behind you. He nodded, slowly, making his way to the table that was in the centre of the kitchen, wings flaring as he sat down. “Tired?” You smiled, setting the hot cup down in front of him. He nodded again; judging from the dark blue beneath his eyes you figured he hadn’t been sleeping well. “I was just putting something warm together, want some?” You murmured, keeping your voice low. He dipped his head, eyes focused on the cup.

Soup was the quickest thing you could manage, pouring it into a bowl for him and adding the spoon before filling your own and joining him at the table. You ate in silence, Azriel barely even looking around as he finished the meal, standing up and putting the bowl away. “Thanks.”

A frown crossed your face as he began making his way up the stairs. Getting to your feet, you passed after him, soup forgotten. “Bad mission?” You prodded, he was back earlier than usual anyway. His eyelids drooped the further you moved away from the light of the kitchen. He opened the door to his room, you stopping at the entrance but then following him in when he began pulling the covers back, about to get into bed. “Azriel,” you tutted, as he moved to lie down with his leathers still on, “take care of yourself.” You pulled a chair over, guiding him to sit back in it, apparently too tired to protest.

Opening the door to his washroom, you turned the water on, waiting until it was hot, then began filling the bath - that was particularly large as to accommodate Illyrian wings - and adding a frothy mixture. Once the bath was full you called to him from the bathroom, Azriel entering a few minutes later, fatigue lacing his body. Shirtless. Eyes hastily returning to the bath, you stuck your fingers in, testing the water. “There we go, the water’s good. Now clean yourself up, then you can sleep for a week if you want - two, even,” you smiled, standing up and leaving him to his own devices, shutting the door behind you.

Since he’d seemed so lethargic you waited outside, a towel at the ready as you had forgotten to take it through. It wasn’t long before you were anxiously knocking on the door, having not heard any sounds of water moving, “Az?” No reply. “Azriel?” You tried again, still no reply. Sighing through your nose you walked into the washroom, the Illyrian warrior asleep in the water, head tipped back in what could not be a comfortable resting position.

“Bless,” you murmured under your breath, seeing him entirely relaxed for once and covered in foam below the waist. Rolling your sleeves up to your upper arms, you silently walked over to him, pulling up a stool and grabbing a cup from the counter beside the sink. “Azriel, I’m going to wash your hair, now,” you murmured so he knew what was going on. He hummed in reply, eyes remaining glued shut.

Pouring a thick liquid into your palms, you tilted his head against your chest as you massaged the mixture into his scalp, adding more water whenever the bubbles became to thick and then using the cup to rinse the water through his hair, making sure to angle his head upwards so the water ran off him instead of cascading over his face. He released another contented hum once his hair was washed and clean. Your front was soaked but that was neither here nor there.

When you pulled away to set the cup back on the counter, he cracked his eyes open, tipping his head toward you. Your eyes shifted to his wings, that seemed to still have some mud lacing them despite him always keeping them off the ground.

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“Your wings need a wash.”

He nodded, almost absently, sitting up in the tub and flaring them, the span out stretching the entirety of the tub, dripping water onto the tiles as small rivulets rolled down the dips and ridges. Rolling your eyes, you filled the sink with hot water, then, picking up a cloth, you dampened it, making sure the water wouldn’t hurt the sensitive skin. “I’ll do your left first, okay?” You spoke as you walked to his left, the right wing tucking itself back into the hot water. His head dipped in an accepting nod, the left one flaring wider so you could reach the dirt.

A contented groan sounded in the back of his throat when the damp cloth washed down his wing, the hot water a pleasant change to the less-hot air. The muscles tensing and flexing wherever the cloth came into contact with. You tried to be as gentle as possible, but occasionally his wings twitched from the contact. “Alright, Az. Onto the right,” patting his left shoulder to tell him to let down his wing. He complied, wing dipping into the warm bathwater, barely leaving a ripple.

You repeated what you had done on the right wing, carefully gliding down the natural ridges on his wings, taking extra care around the peaks and the dips beneath the bone. Again, you tapped his shoulder so he could fold his wing back in. He turned around, allowing you access to the less dirty, but much more sensitive parts of his inner wing. You started with the left, switching to dabbing the cloth onto the membranous skin rather than rubbing. Once the inner section was clean you moved to the right, Azriel’s eyes following you, shadows resting around his back, curling in his hair.

The left wing dipped back into the warm water. The right wing, however, flared suddenly, sending a spray of water over you. You stood there, dripping, not knowing how to react until a deep chuckle sounded from Azriel, lifting his gaze to throw a mischievous grin in your direction. “Ass-riel,” you muttered under your breath as you re-dampened the cloth, making him flare his wing again, sending another smaller spray over you. You were about to scold him until he let out a laugh at your sodden state. A deep, rich laugh. One from his chest. Joy bloomed across your lips as your eyes tilted in a smile.

“Seems you have enough energy left to wash your own wing, then.” You pretended to put the cloth down, but his wings circled around you, pushing you closer to the edge of the tub. You braced your hands on the ledge, leaning over, to stop from being pushed in. “Apologies,” he chuckled, hands clasping your wrists as his wings circled tighter, pressing you further forward. “Azriel! I’m going to—,” with some added pressure you were tipped forwards, falling toward him. You squeezed your eyes shut.

He brought your hands up to his shoulders, allowing you to rest your weight there, preventing you from falling into the tub. When you cracked your eyes open, they were inches away from his, the dark iris’ encasing darker pupils that were blown wide. His hands moved to brace your upper arms, adding support until he was certain you weren’t about to accidentally collapse above him.

You stared at each other, taking the time to notice the details, like the flecks of rich gold in his eyes, or the silkiness of his thick, wet hair that still retained it’s curl. You were brought back as his right hand reached higher, gliding over your shoulder to rest behind your neck. His head dipped forward, pressing his forehead against yours as his eyes slid shut. Although you so badly wanted to close your own eyes as the fatigue lay heavily on them, you couldn’t. Not with him laying himself so bare like this. The way soft breaths tickled the stray strands of your hair, how his brows relaxed, leaving their constantly dipped state. The way the corners of his mouth had tipped up. That glorious mouth.

The corners rose higher, into a full grin as you snapped your eyes to his only to find them open, gleaming with boyish victory. He looked so youthful, so happy. Your breath caught. He pulled back, his brow furrowed again, allowing himself a better look at you, at the seams of silver in your eyes. You looked to the side, breaking from his gaze.

“Why are you crying?” He murmured. “Something I did?” The innocent curiosity in his voice had your heart splitting. “You could say that,” you managed, trying to keep your voice steady. His brows curved upwards, questioningly. “Stop that,” you got out, barely above a whisper, “stop looking at me like that.” Tears pooled in your eyes. “I can’t bare it,” you mumbled, wetness rolling down your cheeks.

He reached up to you, thumb brushing the tears away before they make your clothes more wet. “It’s me who’s upset you? I haven’t even done anything this time,” he murmured, a softness in his voice that made your tears flow faster. You huffed a small laugh, returning your gaze to him, his hand remaining warm on your cheek as you reached up and put your hand over his. “You should let me wash you wing, then let’s get you into bed, okay?” You smiled. He looked at you, then nodded, releasing his hold on you and unfurling his wings, light glowing around you once more.

You washed his wing in silence, keeping to the soft dabbing method that seemed the easiest for him to bare. Once you were finished, you turned your back on him, moving to fetch a towel from his bedroom. When you returned he was looking at his hands, something like sorrow in his eyes. His gaze snapped to you when you quietly stepped over the threshold. “What’s wrong?” You questioned, keeping your voice hushed.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, hands still splayed in front of him though his eyes were on yours, “I touched you. That’s what made you upset,” he lowered his head, the sight making your throat constrict. “No, Az. It wasn’t that,” you cupped his cheek, lifting his head though he refused to make eye contact, eyes lidded and sorrowful. It was so rare to see him like this you weren’t sure what to do.

“It’s just—,” you stopped, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to express what you felt. He pulled away, “you don’t need to apologise. Or explain.” He reached for the towel that was in your hand. You released it without a fight.

“Azriel—,” you tried again but stopped when he unfolded the towel and stood up, making you spin around to give him privacy. The sounds of water droplets running off his body and splashing into the cold water resounded through the room, flooding the silence.

You turned back around when you had heard the sounds of the towel being tied and his feet meeting the cold stone tiles of the bathroom floor. You stepped back, tilting your head up to look at him. “You looked so happy,” you murmured, his attention moving to you. “It just— I’m not used to seeing you like that…”

His jaw tightened, then he met your gaze, “you feel bad for me, is that it?” He muttered, a wall slowly rising behind his tired eyes. “No, I didn’t mean it like tha—”

“You pity me?” His deep voice rang out in the small room, “I don’t need your pity.” Bitterness laced his voice as he walked past you, heading to his bed.

“Azriel, wait…” You padded after him, occasionally stepping in one of the wet footprints he was leaving behind. He picked up another, smaller, towel, drying his upper body and shuffling his wings. “It wasn’t pity,” you mumbled, hands fisted in the material of your clothes. He remained silent, back to you.

“It was sorrow.” You confessed. His wings drooped ever so slightly. “Sorrow when I realised how rare it is to see you happy.” Heat filled your eyes, blurring the corners of your vision. “I’ve never seen you smile like that,” you whispered, “never.”

You lowered your head, the tears dropping directly from your eyes to the floor. “I wish you would let us help more,” you mumbled. “You have this insufferable habit of keeping everything to yourself; not allowing anyone to even offer a hand. You only accept it when you can’t help it, like tonight.”

“Maybe I just don’t want help from you,” he mumbled, back still to you.

“Don’t you even try that on me, Azriel.” You snapped making his wings flare as he turned to look at you in surprise. “I raised Nesta, don’t think I haven’t heard my share of hurtful words said in the moment.”

“You’re still crying,” he pointed out, looking a bit uneasy. You wiped at your eyes, trying to stop the tears, “it still upsets me, Azriel. It would upset anyone. The only difference is I know you don’t mean it.” You sniffled, continuing attempting to dry your eyes while there was silence on his end. Then a velvety blackness wrapped around you. His wings. Possibly the closest to a hug he would give as the wings gently moved up and down, soothing your back.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he murmured, softly.

“It’s fine,” your mumbled in reply, finally managing to dry your eyes, “anytime.” You managed a small smile, the corners of his own mouth lifting ever so slightly on return.

You moved to leave his room, walking silently toward his door. You hoped this wouldn’t be the last time he allowed you to help him, hoped you hadn’t ruined future chances as you crossed the threshold. But as you brought the door shut behind you, a small shadow brushed against your palm, dashing up past your shoulder and brushing your cheek softly, before scooting back down and dipping beneath the now closed door.

It took you moments to understand what had happened, heat rising to your cheeks as a smile tugged at your mouth as you made your way back to your own room. You fell asleep with a pleasant warmth filling you, a small flower of joy blooming across your chest.

[the-book-gnome]

Turning Page

Word count: 1.2k

Parings: Azriel x reader

Warnings: pure fluff, pet names (darling, sweetheart.)

Summary: Azriel reads to you on a chilly night

A/N: I love this song so much and I’m listening to it rn it’s amazing and perfect and I love it more then anything. (Requests open)

The night was always calm, always so quiet and peaceful, the sky filled with beautiful stars. You tended to stay up at night and sleep during the day. You never missed important meetings or family gatherings, Cassian or Azriel making sure to wake you for those.

Tonight you decided to finally read the book Nesta had suggested. At first you outright refused because you had no interest in reading her smut filled books, but once she assured you this one was completely tame, you agreed. So far the book was quite nice, it was a romance, (which you preferred) had lots of cute moments and wasn’t to suggestive. You had woken around 6 p.m and went to one of the sitting rooms up in the house to read. The house offered tea and started a fire for you.

Now it was about 4 in the morning, your back was killing you from all of the odd angles you were reading in, most were to stop your back from hurting but ended up just hurting it even more. You now were lying on your back with your book straight above you, it was a little hard to see the words due to the lighting but this was the only position that didn’t hurt.

Turning a page, you lost your hold on the book, You flinched back but were too late as the book landed on your face. You're groaned in pain, hitting the book off of you and onto the ground. A quiet laugh reached your ears, snapping your head in that direction, your eyes locked with his shadowed hazle ones. A mercilessly beautiful smirk laid on his lips.

“How elegant, darling. I am surprised you didn’t drop the book sooner though. Impressive.” Azriels wings were tucked behind him tightly as he leaned gassing the doorframe. “How long have you been standing there?” A slight blush rose on your cheeks. His stare focused on you, something you should be used to after two hundred years. “An hour, I’m surprised, I wasn't aware there were so many positions to read a book in.” Sarcasm laced in his tone.

“Your eyes must be sore from all the staring, perhaps you should go take a nap, oh and while you're at it perhaps fix the attitude problem of yours and it’s rude to stare by the way.” You say as you sit up and crossed your legs. Hoping he'd just leave you alone so you could finally breathe. He walked forwards crouching down in front of you, grabbing the book off the ground and flipping it around to read the cover. He scoffed and looked back up at you with his eyebrows raised in question. “I didn’t take you for the kind of female to read something like this. I thought you were much more… modest.” He was smirking again, what was he even talking about, he probably didn’t even read the book.

“It’s a normal romance prick, there’s nothing more to it, Nesta assured. Now go away and let me read in peace.” You snatched the book out of his hands, skimming threw the pages to find where you left off. “Do you really believe that nesta has read any book without smut in it? Hate to break it you you sweetheart but she lied.”

Your breathe caught as he called you that. His tone, the way he said it, always made you feel special. To be fair, what he was saying made total sense, but how would he know if it had smut in it or not, you’ve never seen him read a fictional book.

“And how would you know if it had smut in it or not? Have you been joining her book club?” You were proud of the way you responded, holding his gaze and not mumbling like usual. “For your information, I’ve read every single book in the library nesta finds these books in.” Azriel stood to his full height, his muscled body towering over you. He wore a black short-sleeved shirt that hugged his torso perfectly and loose black pants with a drawstring hanging from the waistband. “It’s rude to stare, darling.” Your eyes snapped to his, your face getting more red by the second. You try to come up with an excuse but every time you open your mouth you instantly shut it. He chuckled and took the book back from your hands putting his thumb on the page you intended to read. He plopped down on the other side of the couch, adjusting to make himself comfortable. “I can help if you’d like.” His eyes skimming through the page.

“Help with what?” You 're still a bit embarrassed, but confused now as well. What could he “help” with exactly? “Reading, I can read for you if you’d like.” Azriels tone was calm, something about the way he was looking at you made you smile. “I have no interest in you reading smut to me Azriel.” The thought of that made you smile, how awkward that would be.

“That’s not until the end of the book, you're only in the middle and I’m sure you’ll fall asleep before I get to that.” He was done teasing, hoping you would agree to his request. The thought of him holding you while reading made his heart flutter. His shadows whirled around him, often drifting out to you then reeling back in.

“Alright, but I want to go get a blanket first, it’s chilly in here.” You made to move but his hand stopped you, “no need.” He whispered it as he flipped you around and laid your head on his lap, your head was facing the fire and your knees were curled into your chest. You didn’t want to say anything but what if your head was too heavy, or maybe it was too bony and you were hurting him. All your worries drifted away as you felt his shadows wrap and swirl around you. Stroking your arms or legs, relaxing you. Azriels left wing draped across your body, completely covering you, keeping you safe.

His warmth soothed you, as well as his intoxicating scent. The way he smelled always made you want to bury your head into his neck and never let go. Azriel started reading, his voice gentle yet deep, a slight rasp every now and then. He rested his hand on your waist while the other held the book, his shadows turning pages for him.

The more you listened to his voice the more tired you got, he was so warm, and felt so soft you couldn’t help but fall asleep on him. After about an hour of reading he set the book down to his side and let his hand run through your hair. A small smile came to his lips as he watched you rest. So beautiful, he thought. Every time he saw you it was like he just saw the most beautiful female in the world, he would never get tired of watching you or listening to you. Your voice was angelic to him. So was your touch. Perhaps he would tell you that one day.