#spymaster

[dragons-are-epic]

The Spymaster constantly leaning down to remain on the Doctor's eye level, even kneeling to continue on a conversation with her, is such a fascinating part of his and the Doctor's relationship but it's also soooo funny. Man is finally taller than his ex but now it's Weird so he has to keep on bending down to not be above her eye level.

[notkorolrezni]

[luna-e-clips]

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ "two minutes" sub(ish)!azriel x f!reader

Synopsis: you're studying to become an official healer, which means you've been super busy and haven't spent much time with azriel lately. one night he shows up at your office super needy and you don't get much work done after that...

Warnings: smut, f!receiving, slight breeding kink, not sure if this is a warning but semi sub!azriel

Word Count: 1,950

A/N: thanks for this request! i had fun writing it <3 i love azriel so bad and as much as i love dom!azriel, i have a soft-spot for his subby side <3 let me know what you all think!

Ever since you’d started studying to become a Healer, you hadn’t been able to spend much time anywhere but the library.

Thankfully, you were close enough with Gwyn and Clotho that they gave you an office to keep your books in and have a quiet, private study space.

You sat in the desk chair of your office, elbows propped up on the desk and chin in hand. It was past midnight, but study calls. 

You flipped through one of your pre-Healer books half-asleep when a shadow landed on your shoulder and tickled at your neck.

“Hey Az,” you giggled, smiling.

Moments later, he appeared in the doorway with your favourite flowers in hand. 

He wasn’t in his battle attire, he wasn’t the scary Spymaster, he was just your loving mate.

You rose from your chair, heading to the doorway to greet him.

“Aw Azriel,” you grabbed the flowers then touched his face, “you’re the sweetest male in the world.”

“I miss my mate,” he said wearily.

Guilt swallowed you whole. You knew that Azriel hadn’t been on any official Night Court business trips in a while, and it was getting to him.

It was kind of a good thing because it meant no shady shit was going on that needed taking care of, but it was also a bad thing because Azriel needed the adrenaline of Spymaster duties. He was restless without it, and without you.

It was like he didn’t know what to do with all his free time. Especially since you were so busy studying. 

You couldn’t even remember the last time you had sex, which seemed to be exactly what Azriel was thinking too. 

You swatted some notebooks out of the way and placed the flowers on your desk, Azriel following you into your office.

“I know Az, I miss you too. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately and I haven’t had much time for us.”

“It’s okay princess…it makes me happy knowing you’re studying for something you want so bad. I’m really proud of you.”

Your heart melted at your mates reassuring words. You really loved him more than anything, and he was the only one to ever say he was proud of you, so every time he said it it was the best feeling in the world.

You leaned against your desk as Az put his hands on your waist.

“I love you,” you whispered to him.

He pressed his forehead to yours and the scent of him made your head spin.

“I love you too,” he whispered back and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“What’d you do today?”

“I paced around our bedroom, sparred with Rhys because I was jealous that he has his mate around all the time, made dinner, ate dinner, then Nesta said she was sick of my brooding and gave me one of her smutty books, and now I’m here because I don’t want to be away from you any longer.”

He nudged you with his head like a cat.

“Aw…so you read Nesta’s books huh?”

He smirked at you and bit his lip to hide his smile.

“Is that why you’re really here, Az?” You teased, “Did those books get you all worked up?”

“Maybe…but I do really miss you princess, I miss touching you,” he breathed and started moving his hands up your body.

You closed your eyes and inhaled. Your final exam was only two days away. You couldn’t get distracted now, when you were so close to the finish line.

You pushed off the desk and out of Azriel’s grasp.

“I miss you too sweetheart, I really do,” you started as you circled the desk to reach your chair, “but my exam is in two days. Just use that Spymaster patience for two more little days and then we can fuck like rabbits. I promise.”

He didn’t look convinced. 

“Babyy,” he whined, rolling his eyes and sinking defeatedly into the seat across your desk. 

“I’m sorry Az! You know how important this is, c’mon don’t be a big bat-baby, it's two days.”

“Just because you put emphasis on ‘two’ doesn’t make it sound better you know.”

You scoffed playfully at Azriel’s needy attitude, but you stood your ground.

“You heard me, Shadowsinger.”

He dipped his head and looked at you intensely with his hazel eyes; one of his wings twitched. 

“Fine,” he huffed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

You smiled at having won, and because you liked seeing your mate all sexually frustrated like this. A little teasing never killed anyone. 

You assumed the same position you were in before Azriel entered. 

Roughly five minutes passed of you two sitting in complete silence. The only sound was the one of you flipping the page every now and again. 

Azriel was completely still the whole time, focused on you. Then, he moved.

He pushed his seat back, but instead of getting up, he tucked his wings in tight and got on his knees, crawling beneath the desk.

Your eyebrows rose.

“Az? What are you doing…?”

You looked down and he appeared right at your knees, placing a scarred hand on either one and slowly spreading them apart.

“You can keep reading your books all you want princess, but I can’t wait two minutes for you, let alone two days.”

You were at a loss for words. You knew Az loved going down on you, but you’d never seen him this desperate to taste and touch you. 

Once your knees were spread to his liking, he hooked his hands beneath your thighs and pulled your hips closer to him. You gasped as your ass slid down the seat of the chair. 

He bunched your short skirt up to your waist and lifted your legs so that your ankles rested atop your desk. You pushed your ankles down onto the desk to help you lift your hips up so Azriel could peel your panties off.

You were spread out, on full display before your mate who was on his knees, looking at your pussy like it was God. 

You softly moaned at the sight of him, and he did the same. 

He dragged his eyes from your wetting core back up to your eyes. 

“Keep reading.”

“What?”

“You need to study, right? So keep reading.”

Cauldron. There’s no way you’d be able to retain any of the information you read while Azriel ate you out. That male can and has made you scream on his tongue. 

“Read out loud this time,” he added before placing his hands on your thighs, readying himself.

He looked up at you in a way that you knew meant he wouldn’t start until you did. 

You grabbed the book off the desk and leaned back into the chair. 

“Chapter six, the limits of healing,” you started.

You felt Azriel’s breath against your pussy, and heard him mumble something along the lines of ‘I need you’ before he started pressing kisses to your cunt and flicking his tongue up and down it.

Your voice trembled as you continued reading.

“Th-there are b-boundaries of healing that should n-never be crossed, fuck, the c-conseq-quences will be deadly.”

Azriel licked and sucked at your pussy with wild desperation. 

He moaned as he sucked on you and spit on your pussy, licking his spit back up as it slid down your core and burying his face in you. 

His grip on your thighs was tight enough to leave bruises that matched his siphons. 

His wings began twitching underneath the desk, making it shake left and right. 

Azriel’s wings only twitched in unison like that when he was close to cumming…

Was he gonna cum just from tasting you? 

The thought pushed you right to the edge.

“Fuck, A-Azriel, I’m g-gonna cum.”

He groaned his approval against your pussy and plunged his tongue inside you, fucking you with it until you came on his tongue, your wetness dripping onto his chin. 

“It’s not enough,” he said as he practically threw the desk off his wings and stood up again, pulling you off the chair and bending you over the desk that was now five feet away from where it should be.

“I’m sorry princess, but your books can wait two minutes until I’ve had my turn with you,” he pulled your tank top over your head and grabbed your breasts, pulling you against his hard on.

“Azriel,” you breathed out, “I love it when you get like this.”

“Yeah? I’m sure you do,” he responded while he stripped out of his pants and underwear, “you’ve made me wait way too fucking long, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

He lined his hard length up with your entrance and moved himself against your clit.

“I’m sorry baby,” you moaned out, “I swear I didn’t mean to.”

Azriel placed your hands on the desk, then placed his own hands beside yours, towering over you and hovering atop your head. 

He leaned forward and kissed your temple.

“Don’t apologize princess, I feel so much better now,” he whispered close to your ear as he slid himself into you and you moaned in pleasure.

Azriel started fucking you at a steady pace, grabbing your jaw and tilting your head upwards to look at him.

“I fucking needed this,” he groaned, “I fucking needed you.”

“Mmm, yes, Azriel, fuck,” you drawled out as the sound of Azriel’s hips snapping against your ass filled the office, maybe even the whole library. 

You braced your hands more firmly on your desk and used them to help push your hips back against Azriel’s dick.

He whimpered as he gripped your hips with both hands and started pounding into you, faster and harder. 

“I need to cum in you, I need it so bad princess, please can I cum in you?”

“Cum in me Azriel please,” you replied out-of-breath as you neared your orgasm too.

“Fuck, f-fuck baby,” he moaned as his wings twitched and he emptied himself inside you, your orgasm following right after. 

He put his arms around you and held your shaking body through it until you caught your breath.

Azriel slid out of you ever so slowly, so as to make sure you kept all his cum inside you. 

You pressed your thighs together once he was fully out to keep his cum from sliding down them.

Azriel, still with his hands on your hips, turned you around to meet his gaze.

“Thank you princess,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours once more.

“Thank you Az, I needed to decompress.”

He giggled lightly and held you close in the silence for a few moments.

“Do you think you’re gonna do some more studying?”

“I don’t think I can focus on a single sentence with my brain this warm and fuzzy.”

He smiled.

“Then, do you think I could have more?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion.

“You wanna have sex again?”

“No,” he said rather shyly, “I want to make you cum on my face again.”

Your pussy filled with butterflies. 

“What happened to the Azriel who told me never to be too greedy?”

“What can I say,” he said as he began lowering himself to his knees before you, “you healed me princess.”

You smiled down at him and put your fingers in his hair as his shadows skittered up your arms.

Azriel placed a kiss on your pussy then looked up at you.

“You really are gonna make a great Healer.”

You looked at him with admiration.

“Thank you, my Azriel.”

He whined at the sound of you calling him your Azriel, and buried his face in you once more. 

thanks for reading!

xoxo, luna e. clips ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

tags: @pageezy45

[theartoflonging]

Shadows of a Crown Unseen

Azriel x reader

Summary: Elain whispers a name, and something deep inside Azriel stirs, a reaction rare and unsettling, one he cannot understand. The shadows echo it, and suddenly he knows he cannot ignore her.

Sweat rolled down Azriel’s temple and disappeared into the collar of his leathers. The wind screamed in his ears as he flew, wings cutting through the night. Cassian’s voice carried behind him, loud and exasperated.

“Slow down, shadows! You’re going to take out my wings trying to prove a point!”

Azriel ignored him. He angled higher where the air thinned and the stars stretched endless above the world.

Since the war with Hybern ended, sleep had been a stranger. Every time he closed his eyes something inside him stirred awake again, a tension with no name and no end. He knew that feeling. He had lived with it his entire life, but now it felt different. There was no war to fight, no enemy to hunt, no monster to kill. Only peace. And somehow that was worse.

Rhys and Feyre had found joy in rebuilding. Cassian and Nesta were mated, spending their days between sparring and loving each other so fiercely that everyone else learned to stay out of the way. Amren had settled with Varian in her own sharp and feral way. Even Elain had begun to find her footing again. She laughed more, sometimes even visited Lucien in the Day Court.

Everyone had someone.

Everyone except him.

He filled the quiet with work until Rhys forced him to rest. He helped Cassian train the priestesses, pushed himself harder, further, faster. He even let Gwyn’s bright humor pull him into friendship, though they both quickly realized that was all it would ever be.

So he trained alone. It was the only thing that quieted the noise in his mind.

“If you can’t keep up, just say it,” Azriel called over his shoulder, his voice even.

Cassian’s laugh echoed across the wind. “Please. You couldn’t lose me if you tried. You fly like an old man.”

Azriel’s mouth curved slightly. “And yet I’m still ahead of you.”

“You mean barely,” Cassian said, drawing level. “What are we doing, Az? You trying to outfly your thoughts again?”

Azriel didn’t answer. He tilted his wings and dropped into a dive. The wind howled. Cassian swore and followed, landing hard beside him on the balcony of the House of Wind.

Cassian flexed his wings, grinning. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

Azriel tugged his leathers tighter. “You talk too much.”

Cassian laughed, clapping him on the back. “And yet you keep me around. Must be love.”

“Or pity.”

Cassian’s grin widened. “I’ll take either.”

“Come on,” he said as they stepped inside. “Nesta’s still in the ring. She’ll say I’m avoiding her again.”

Nesta was, in fact, still training when they reached the courtyard. Her braid was loose and sweat gleamed along her neck as she corrected one of the priestesses’ stances. The air rang with the sound of steel and breath.

Cassian leaned against the railing, arms crossed, eyes soft with pride. “Look at them. I can barely keep up anymore.”

“She’s effective,” Azriel said, watching the sharpness in Nesta’s movements.

Cassian chuckled. “You mean terrifying and effective.”

Nesta turned toward them as if sensing their eyes. “You’re late,” she called, voice cool.

Cassian spread his hands. “Azriel needed air. I’m being supportive.”

“You’re being annoying,” she said.

“Same thing.”

Her eyes rolled skyward but her mouth twitched, a smile threatening before she turned back to the ring.

Azriel stayed a moment longer, watching the priestesses train. There was strength in the rhythm of their blades, quiet and deliberate. He admired it. They were rebuilding themselves piece by piece, just as he was trying to do.

Dinner that night was loud. Cassian’s laughter boomed, Mor’s stories filled the air, Feyre smiled softly beside Rhys as he watched her like she was the only thing that existed. Even Amren looked entertained, in her own cool and predatory way.

Azriel sat at his usual place across from Rhys, Elain beside him. Her presence was gentle, grounding.

Cassian was in the middle of another ridiculous story when Mor cut in. “That is not how it happened,” she said, laughing.

“You weren’t even there,” Cassian replied.

“I was the one who saved you,” she said.

“You distracted the wrong guard.”

“I distracted the right one,” Mor said. “He just didn’t survive it.”

Rhys chuckled quietly. “Remind me to never send the two of you on a diplomatic mission together.”

Amren lifted her glass. “Diplomacy is wasted on them.”

“Better than being boring,” Cassian muttered.

Feyre laughed softly and leaned against Rhys’s shoulder. The warmth of the room wrapped around them all.

Until Elain went still.

Her fork slipped from her hand and hit the plate with a sound that cut through the chatter.

“Elain?” Feyre asked, her voice careful.

Elain didn’t look at her. Her gaze had gone unfocused, lips parting as if she were listening to something none of them could hear.

“She ran,” Elain said quietly. “Long ago, before the courts were divided.”

The table went silent.

“She was meant to rule them all,” she continued, her voice distant. “But she hid. She hid so well that even the stars forgot her.”

Cassian straightened in his chair. Nesta froze.

“Elain,” Feyre said again, cautious and soft, “who are you talking about?”

Elain blinked, her voice trembling. “The heir. The last one. She’s alive.”

Then her eyes cleared. Confusion washed over her face. “I don’t know what I just said.”

No one spoke.

Dinner ended quietly.

Later, they gathered in Rhys’s office. The fire burned low, shadows stretching long across the marble floor.

Cassian paced, restless. “You can feel it. The human queens are whispering again. Spring is a mess. Autumn’s too quiet. If someone doesn’t take control soon, this peace will break.”

Feyre frowned. “You think we should be the ones to do that.”

Cassian glanced at Rhys. “You already lead, whether you admit it or not. Maybe Prythian needs that officially. One ruler. One command.”

Rhys leaned back in his chair, calm as ever. “Unity doesn’t come from a crown.”

Azriel stood near the window, watching the lights of Velaris flicker far below. His shadows curled along the glass. “He isn’t wrong,” he said. “Division has always been our weakness.”

Feyre’s gaze found him. “And you think one ruler would fix that?”

Azriel’s expression didn’t change. “Someone will try, eventually. Better it be someone we trust.”

Amren, who had been silent until then, made a low sound of amusement. “Perhaps that’s why Elain opened her pretty mouth tonight.”

Cassian turned. “You think she was seeing something real?”

Amren smiled, all teeth and shadows. “You’d be a fool to dismiss her visions.”

Rhys’s tone sharpened. “You know something.”

“I know many things,” she said lazily, turning her wine glass in her hand. “Some are better left sleeping.”

Mor crossed her arms. “You’re talking about the old stories again.”

Amren’s eyes gleamed. “Stories have roots. Sometimes they still breathe.”

Feyre tilted her head. “Do you remember the name?”

For a moment Amren’s expression shifted. The air seemed to still. Then she said, “Y/N.”

The name hung in the air like the echo of a bell.

Azriel froze. His heart stumbled once before steadying again. His shadows recoiled from the sound, then crept closer, restless and uncertain.

Feyre glanced around the room. “Who is that?”

Amren finished her wine and set the glass down. “Someone the world forgot,” she said quietly. “Perhaps wisely.” She paused at the door, the firelight catching the edge of her smile. “But not everything buried stays lost.”

And she was gone.

The room stayed silent long after the door closed.

Cassian’s usual humor was nowhere to be found. Rhys sat thoughtful and still, his eyes on the flames. Feyre’s hand was tight around his.

Azriel said nothing. The name echoed inside him, unfamiliar yet heavy, as if it belonged somewhere deep in his bones.

His shadows whispered it again and again, their voices low and unending.

[clowns0cks]

I made myself a master keychain cause I couldn't get this idea out of my head. They're in a tooth. Because. Like. They're in the tooth

[miseryguts13]

oh thoschei i think of you every day. i had a lot of fun making these i think i will make more

[how-masterful]

The masters version of the tardis always being a stereotypical dark moody lighting evil version of the console room never fails to make me laugh like yes your evilness remember to leave about 10 spare minutes in your super evil plan to adjust the colour pallete. 15's hospital room core big light tardis would send them into an interior design meltdown

[universtellar]

The Fam + "O" being adorable playing casino games