Kidnapper!Azriel has been on my mind recently...
Mature content after the cut
Kidnapper!Azriel who’s had his eye on you for weeks. His sweet little mate—not that you know that, but that’s okay. Either way, you’re going to be his. He presses a sedative-laced cloth over your mouth while you sleep, not wanting to hurt you unnecessarily.
You wake up on a soft bed, bleary-eyed and propping yourself up. There’s a winged male sitting by the bed, looking concerned.
He’d taken care to decorate the area in your favourite colour—weeks of stalking you beforehand gave him plenty of material on you.
On the bedside table sits a glass of water, which he quickly moves to offer to you. He doesn’t seem harmful, so you nearly accept it, but shifting yourself brings your attention to the iron cuff around your ankle, chained to the bed.
He hastens to reassure you, “It’s not what it looks like…”
Kidnapper!Azriel who hauls you over his lap when you stare at the door for too long. Even after the first week, you never dare to try it, also because it’s latched with some sort of magic you can’t figure out.
He flips your skirt up, revealing pretty panties that he’d bought for you. With his leg locked over yours and a hand on your back, you can’t even attempt to squirm away. Wedgieing them to expose your bum, he lands a slap to a cheek. “Pretty girl, it’s for your own good.” Another stinging slap has you yelping. “Don’t you trust me to take care of you?”
Kidnapper!Azriel who dotes on you endlessly, making sure you have everything you could want and more—except freedom. Pretty clothes, books…anything material you ask for, he’ll deliver. Of course, however, he makes you model all the clothes for him.
He loves to bring you lingerie, making you spin and show off. Though shy, you can’t disobey him. Not when it gets you a slap across your face before you’re grabbed by the cheeks, being asked, “Who do you belong to?” His grip tightens if you don’t respond fast enough—because you will answer, and correctly. “Exactly. So act like it.”
Kidnapper!Azriel who loves when you’re crying. Be it from homesickness or his hands striking your body, he still gets those puffy lips, shiny eyes, and flushed cheeks.
He can never help himself from bringing your hand to his crotch or pushing his hips into you while you’re sobbing, asking, “Feel how hard your tears get me? My baby’s so pretty like this…”
Kidnapper!Azriel who cuts fresh fruit and hand-feeds them to you, pushing the bite-sized cubes past your lips while you sit in his lap.
Kidnapper!Azriel who spots you trying to escape one day. Trying to loosen the window latch by your bed. It’s a large window, giving you a nice view of the woods outside of the cabin he’s keeping you in, but tightly hinged so it only opens a few inches to let the breeze in.
You freeze as soon as you register his sudden presence behind you. Turning to face him, you hide the hairpins you’d been using behind your back. “I’m just…trying to fix it…”
He doesn’t even respond verbally, landing a blow across your cheek. As you begin to cry, he says, “I don’t want to hurt you, pretty girl, but sometimes you leave me no choice. Is it so hard to be obedient?”
A rough hand grabs you by the hair and bends you over the bed, pulling your skirt up and panties down. “Stupid little girl. How many times do I have to tell you it’s not safe for you out there?”
After your punishments, he cradles you in his lap and wipes the tears off your face with hands that weren’t this gentle just minutes earlier. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s for your own good, yeah? I don’t wanna see you pulling any stupid fucking stunts like that again.”
Kidnapper!Azriel who, when sleeping with you, has a heavy leg over your hip and a loose grasp around your throat; he’s not letting you get away. Even the slightest shift has his grip tightening and letting out a deep, sleepy warning growl into your ear.
Kidnapper!Azriel who sinks into you from above, his arms caging you in. Kissing your cheeks softly as tears leak down your temples. “Don’t worry, my little love. One day you’ll learn to love me like I do you.”