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WIP Wednesday: A bonus chapter for SWNL, you say?

Wondering what exactly they did during those SIX times in the garden, you say? SIX mini BCs you say?

Az+Elain getting quite KINKY, you say?

Ok 💁 (this chapter is for my switches)

CW knife play gif below the cut

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Changing Shadows (Part 18)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel has you pinned beneath him after a heated spar. What will happen next?

Here we goooo! Smut 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️ with a bit of fluff ☁️, 18+ (Minors DNI). If you haven’t read Part 17, I’d recommend you read it first :)

Image by koike9023

Warnings: Sex, dom, swearing, 18+ (Minors DNI)

Word count: 1,131

Part 18:

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And here you were again, wetness beginning to pool below you and scent changing from anger to pure animalistic heat.

Fuck.

“For the record,” Azriel spoke into your ear, his breath on your neck. “It is you who leaves me insufferably horny every night, so much so that I have to fist myself just so I can sleep.”

Mother above.

Your heart pounded as you felt your nipples hardern at the image of him pleasuring himself. Azriel’s shaft was now strong against his leathers as you felt it press to your stomach.

You pushed up at him, and he let you. You prowled over him, straddled him back with your hands were on his chest. You felt the heat radiating from your crotches pressing together between your clothes.

“Is that so?” you asked, braving your position as you slowly moved your hips against his, desperate for friction.

He looked up at you in awe for just a moment before his gaze darkened. You were in trouble.

“Cute,” he smirked, before flipping you under him. He lay between you, pulling one leg up over his shoulder, and starting to grind his hips against your own sex.

You succumbed to his strength. Azriel was not one to be controlled.

The throbbing you felt from your core was too much to handle, and heat spread across your cheeks. He chuckled as your face flushed, eyes fluttering in pleasure as a tiny moan escaped you.

“I’m glad you lost your attitude, Y/N,” he teased, running his hand across the top of your wings. You glared as best you could, but continued to move your hips against his, shuddering under his touch.

“Please,” you whined. You needed him deep within you, this dry humping was not going to cut it.

He smiled. “What was that?” His hips continuing their gentle movements against you.

“Please,” you said more clearly, eyebrows scrunched in desperation.

“One more time for me,” he ordered. You gritted, just one more card you would have to fold to his pile.

“Please, fuck me,” you breathed.

A snarl ripped from him as he kissed your roughly. You could finally get your hands on him, one immediately latching to his hair while you used the other to pry off his leathers.

He was on the same mission, pulling your top down so it bunched in your middle, your breasts exposed as he latched onto one with his mouth.

You moaned, your sex aching in anticipation as you both raced to pull each others pants down. You didn't strip bare, instead let your leathers bundle at your boots, desperate to touch one another.

Azriel ran his fingers down your slit, his hand slick from your juices. He pulled it up to his mouth, it glistened in the moonlight.

“How are you this wet for me?” he asked in frustrated lust, before slowly licking his fingers clean. You contracted at the sight of it.

“Gods Az, fuck me already,” you begged. This couldn’t go on any longer.

“With pleasure,” Azriel’s growled, pumping his cock in his hand before pushing into you in one sweep.

You cried at the delightful fullness as he stretched you. You had never felt so complete.

His thrusts were deep and long as he ground into you, leaning in to suck on your breasts. He let out husky groans each time he pushed into you, the sound of pure sin.

“Oh, yes, Az,” you whimpered, touching his wings where you could reach. “Please, fuck me harder.”

Azriel took that opportunity to pull out of you and flip you on to your front. Your legs were straight as he straddled either side of your ass, entering you from behind. The cold from the ground beneath you went unnoticed as he squeezed your fleshy cheeks in his hand, grinding against your rump.

“How’s that, baby girl? Does it feel good?” Az asked, his breathy voice filling the night air.

You could only answer in moans, air being pushed out of you at each thrust.

Without removing himself from you, Azriel leaned back on his own heels, bringing you up with him as you sat on his thighs, your back to his chest with your legs spread.

He slid a hand to your front, rubbing gentle circles as the other hand snaked out to your breast, latching on as he began to rock back and forth, holding you to him.

This must be heaven, you thought. The intimacy from this new position had your brow clenched in pleasure. You passionately worked together, and a deep sense of pure belonging swirled in your head amongst the lust and heat.

“That’s it sweetheart,” he murmured in your ear between grunts. “You’re taking me so well.”

You felt yourself tighten at his words, the overwhelming release growing closer and closer.

Grinding turned to jutting as you both chased the end, the slapping of your sweaty bodies filling the room.

You reached back for him, lacing a hand in the roots of his hair. His hand left your breast, turning your jaw behind you to kiss him.

“Az,” you whimpered into his mouth, your brow scrunched in pleasure. “Az, I’m going to-”

“Me too, baby,” he rasped. “Come with me.”

You threw your head back into his chest, squeezing your own breasts as your came undone, tightening around his shaft in a deathly grip, wave after wave of pleasure rippling from your as you squeezed him.

“Oh Gods, Y/N,” Az groaned, roaring as he spurted deep within you on each deliberate thrust.

You both slowed to a gentle rocking pace, twitching in pleasure as your breathing slowed.

"Mother above,” Azriel whispered.

You raised yourself off him, turning to face him in the cool of the night, eye to eye.

With one hand on your shoulder, he placed his forehead to yours as he looked past the hair that had fallen into his eyes, staring deeply into yours. His expression was one of absolute awe, his chest rising and falling as he took you in.

You grabbed him by the sides of his face, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, tongue gently sliding past his lips.

He moaned into your kiss, and you fluttered once more at the sound of his voice while you felt his seed seeping from you.

A voice inside your hear willed you to leave, to finish this and never look back. For the sake of your family.

“I should-,” you started.

“Don’t,” Azriel said, pulling you tight into his chest. “Not yet, stay a little while longer.”

You sighed against him, aching at his voice.

You let him pull you into his lap, turning you as you both looked up at the shimmering night sky.

“It’s beautiful,” you said.

“Yes, it is,” Azriel replied, kissing your ear.

You tried not to think about how empty your bed would feel that night.

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Part 19*>>>

AN: Another smutty chapter in the records, hope you liked this part! Would love any feedback :) Drop a comment if you’d like to join the tag list. Part 19 coming tomorrow <3

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Changing Shadows (Part 17)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel has a chokehold on you that you can’t shake. When it’s clear you won’t be able to sleep, you head to the training pit to let out some frustration.

You and Azriel spar in a fight for your own dignity. Leading to smut, 18+ (Minors DNI). Dom Az is back (did he ever leave though?)

Thank you so much for the support on the series so far 💕

Image by koike9023

Warnings: Mentions of smut, minor violence, swearing 18+ (Minors DNI)

Word count: 930

Part 17:

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You hadn’t seen Azriel at all day the next day. Cassian explained he was out at a mission.

“And why, may I ask, are you so concerned with his whereabouts?” Cassian teased.

You rolled your eyes at him before telling him to shut it, throwing a playful swat which he dodged.

He raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, when you two sort out what’s going on between you, beyond the obvious fucking, you let me know.”

You shook your head before throwing a vulgar gesture. Subtlety was never Cassian’s thing.

It raised an important question in your head — what was going on between you and Azriel?

You had never spent the night in the same bed together, not after sex. It was an unspoken rule, as if being intimate after sex would make what you were doing too real.

Later that night, you found yourself tossing and turning in bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way Azriel had you fucked in his chamber, recalling how his pushed deep into you, taking you in the chair and against the wall.

You squirmed at the memory, insides throbbing. You wanted him so badly tonight that you ached, but you were becoming too invested, too attached for something that could never be. This would have to stop.

Sleep did not find you, something deep within you screaming to be satisfied despite your many orgasms the night before. What the hell was wrong with you? This was torture!

You decided a workout would set your mind right, dressing and heading to the training pit at the top of the house.

You warmed up with a jog, before practicing swatting the sparring dummies, throwing jabs and quick kicks while dodging wooden limbs as they spun.

You could see your breath cloud from the cold, sweat running down your neck. This was helping, somewhat.

“Y/N,” a cool voice said from behind you. You saw shadows reach your boots.

Your heart stopped. This was no longer helping. Fuck.

Of course he was here. Could you not get one second alone to unwind?

You let out a quick huff, turning to face Azriel.

“What are you doing here?” You knew you were being unfriendly, your frustration answering for you before you could think twice.

“I thought I might fit in a quick workout,” he replied awkwardly, sensing your anger.

“Ok,” you said plainly. You turned back to the dummy.

“Did you- do you not want me here?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help the attitude that escaped you. There was no point in being shy. You had fucked in more ways than one.

You turned to face him again, expression cold. “No, I don’t.”

Azriel frowned, a touch of hurt in his eyes.

“You torture me, Azriel.”

“I beg your pardon?” he asked, crossing his arms defensively. His definition of torture was entirely different to yours.

“You torture me, because there is not one moment that I don’t want you,” you said, scowling at the male. “Every time we fuck, I leave needing more. I feel insatiable, like I’m going insane, and it is torture that you have that power over me.”

Azriel’s eyes darkened at your confession. He stalked over to your, chest moving in passionate breaths. He grabbed the back of your head, fingers lacing in the roots of your hair, the other pulling your hips flush against him.

“And what is it, that you think you do to me?” He growled, breathing on your neck. You snarled back. This was not affection, this was a battle for control. You would not let him make a fool of you anymore.

You pushed off him, bracing yourself defensively. Neither of you needed to say it, the Illyrian in you both taking over. You were going to spar.

He flexed his neck and narrowed his eyes on you, letting out a dark chuckle. Prick.

You launched at him, wings tight.

He was a better fighter than you, but you were faster. After a burst of limbs and grunts, you had a steady rhythm making frustrated passes that Azriel gracefully dodged. Not once did he punch back.

You snapped a right hook which he avoided again. You gritted your teeth annoyance.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that,” his deep voice teased. You were in no mood for jokes.

He went in for a low kick, trying to knock you off your feet. You used his imbalance to tackle him, rolling a few times before he got his grasp on you, pinning you to the ground. You were no match for his strength.

You grunted in frustration, squirming beneath him as you tried to free yourself.

“Is this what you wanted?” He smirked down at you, shadows seeping from all around him.

You had sparred plenty of times before, but never like this. Azriel would always empower you and show you how to beat the enemy, even from this position. But tonight, he enjoyed dominating you.

Quick movements were made, and he now straddled your waist, boots pinning your legs down as he gripped one wrist in each of his hands to the ground.

You continued to struggle, considering using your night magic. He saw the stars swirl in your eyes, moving your wrists to one hand before placing a firm, yet gentle grip on your throat.

“I dare you,” he warned, snarling in your ear.

You let your magic fizzle, your body slackening slightly.

“Good girl,” he purred.

And here you were again, wetness beginning to pool below you and scent changing from anger to pure animalistic heat.

Fuck.

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Part 18***>>>

AN: The next part coming tonight! I am SO excited to share it with you guys, it’s going to be steamyyy. I would love your feedback on the story so far, and comment to join the tag list 💕