sub!azriel loves when you use his shadows against him.
sub!azriel who turns in a mess. he would be whining and pleading like a little bitch, too lost in the pleasure to even care.
sub!azriel who fucking whimper when you order them to play with his wings. he's so pathetically close he could cum just like that, in his pants like a young boy.
sub!azriel who can't contain his hands when you free his cock and finally sink down on it. the feeling of your warm walls making him go so stupid that he breaks the rules, touching your hips trying to make you hop like a little bunny.
sub!azriel who realizes just now what he has done. he looks at you with those pretty begging eyes, but you know better than falling for that silly trap of his.
sub!azriel who sob when you get up, a disappointed expression painted on your face makes him wanna kiss you and ask for your forgiveness, but he knows you would punish him anyway.
sub!azriel who is forced to cum without any touch. his shadows keep his hands tied behind hid back while they caress his wings. he is forced to look at you while you play with yourself in front of him. your sex displayed for his hungry eyes and it's so cruel how he can't do nothing but look:( he would do anything for a little taste but he doesn't want to make you even more disappointed:(
summary: you've been with Azriel for 6 months now, and you began to embrace your twisted side. Azriel finds out what happens with you're pissed off, and you decide to punish him.
special dedication to @febbrile for giving me this idea for part 2
warnings: DARK FIC! both Az and reader are unhinged psychos, sub!azriel, dom!reader, flirting, possessiveness, knife play, orgasm denial, masturbation, face sitting, gore and violence, terrible communication, there's one thing that's deliberately left unclear (send me an ask with what you think it is / what actually happened)
word count: 8.7k
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A/N: As you may know, i've had a very rough few days. I was going to take a break from writing but decided to finish this fic up first, so the last 500 ish words are rushed and i apologize for that but i hope you enjoy anyway
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“I’m going to have so much fun with you.” He purred before his shadows encompassed him and he vanished, leaving you alone wondering what just happened.
SIX MONTHS LATER
You tapped your nails on the wooden bartop, scowling. The whiskey burned your throat, but you barely felt it. You were pretty sure a male from a few seats down from you was trying to get your attention, but his yappy voice faded into the background. The skin tight black dress you donned was constricting, making your skin sticky and sweaty. But you paid it no mind, for your attention was elsewhere.
Azriel was chatting with a pretty female over by the counter where you order food. She was tall and leggy, curly black hair swept into an elegant updo that showed off the open back of her dress. Her hand was brushing against Azriel’s arm, her head thrown back in a high pitched laugh at a joke that surely can’t have been that funny. Anger shot through your veins as Azriel’s white canines flashed in a charming smile, not even glancing your direction.
You couldn’t decide whose throat you wanted to slit more.
For the past six months, Azriel’s visits had become an everyday routine. At first, you had resisted, attempting to fight him off as you began to realise one night wasn’t enough to satisfy his obsession with you. He always emerged victorious, always getting what he wanted in the end, your traitorous body urging you to let him take care of you. It had taken you a few weeks to come to your senses, but you were glad. Azriel knew exactly how to take care of you, not just in the bedroom, but in everyday life. He chose your outfits for you, your meals, your nights out, everything. At first, you hated it. But now, it was freeing. You no longer had to worry about anything, knowing Azriel would take care of it.
Azriel took excellent care of things that belonged to him.
Every cell in your body needed him now. He was like oxygen, a constant requirement to keep your body going. Every second the shadowsinger spent away from you was pure torture, leaving you a whiny mess when he returned from work. To anyone else, it would seem pathetic, like you were a helpless wreck of a female. But they couldn’t be more wrong. It was the opposite – it made you powerful. Not only did you belong to Azriel, but Azriel belonged to you. You had the spymaster of the Night Court all to yourself, wrapped around your finger and ready to bend the world to your whim.
Except it didn’t feel that way right now, as the male you were now completely obsessed with was eyeing up the cleavage on another female. You scowled harder as he did nothing to deter the female as she stepped even closer to him, practically crawling into his lap. The bartender handed you another shot, and you angrily downed it, not even feeling the burn.
A male slid into the seat next to you, so close you could smell his cheap cologne. He was on the shorter side, blonde shaggy hair framing his boyish face. Large eyes drank in your figure hungrily, and he slid a hand up your back with the confidence of a much more attractive male. “Another drink for the lady over here.” He said to the bartender, flashing you what he must have thought was a charming smile. “So, what’s a pretty female like you doing–”
“Fuck off.” You grumbled, interrupting him. You reached behind and slapped his arm off your back, his skin like a wad of slime on your own.
“Oh, come on, baby,” The male persisted. “I just bought you a drink. The least you could do is entertain me.”
You groaned inwardly, sneaking a glance at Azriel. He had finally looked up at you, hazel eyes simmering with rage. The female leaning against him was too busy giggling to notice that his attention was no longer on her. His scarred hand was limp on her waist, his body frozen as he glared at you. It made you snort, how hypocritical he was being to only look at you when another male had your attention, despite him being the one with a female draping herself all over him.
So you ignored the shadowsinger. Let him have a hissy fit, as far as you were concerned he was going to fuck the pretty female anyway. If he can branch out, why can’t you. You quickly downed the drink the bartender sat in front of you, then turned toward the blonde male next to you, giving him your best sultry look. “I have a better idea,” You purred. “Why don’t I entertain you somewhere else?”
His eyes widened, a look of surprise and glee crossing his face as he fumbled to toss some money to the bartender for the drinks. You gathered your purse, turning around to meet Azriel’s stare once again. Rage came off him in waves, causing the few fae around him to scatter themselves elsewhere. Even the female that had been all over him had taken a step back in uncertainty, her eyes flickering between him and where his gaze was fixed – you. The spymaster’s body was frozen, a muscle in his neck twitching in anger. You half expected him to storm over and fling the male aside, grab you by the waist and drag you home to punish you. But he did no such thing. He only glared at you as you grabbed the male by the arm, leading him towards the exit.
You didn’t glance back at Azriel as the male followed you out of the bar and down the road towards the nearby motel.
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Sunlight crept in through the small window next to the bed. The motel’s breakfast was dry and tasteless on your tongue, but you downed it anyway. The bed sheets were half on the floor, your dress from last night draped across the chair in the corner. You were wearing the male’s button-up shirt, the itchy fabric pungent with his scent mixed with yours, the bottom barely long enough to cover your ass. It was uncomfortable, but your dress got ruined last night anyway. You’d have to find somewhere to dispose of it properly.
You had a pounding headache, but the memories from last night couldn’t have been more clear. The images of Azriel’s angry glare, the male’s hands on your body, the pathetic noises he made for you after you left the bar, they were all crystal clear in your mind. You were still furious with Azriel, but satisfied that you got him back.
However, a part of you knew he was angrier than ever before. There had not been a trace of his presence all night, not even his shadows that seemed to always be around you, reporting your every movement back to him. Evidently, he hadn’t even tried to find out where you had gone last night. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous – either Azriel had abandoned you completely, or he was sitting at home, just waiting for you to return.
You shuddered, wondering what he was going to do to you. Maybe he truly would leave you for the other female, maybe that’s how mad he was.
No. You weren’t going to let him do that.
You downed the rest of the breakfast, gathering your things to get ready to check out. You sighed when you realised you had no pants, as the only thing the male had left behind was his undershirt. You stuffed your ruined dress in a paper bag, shut off the lights and left the motel room, not caring that your ass was nearly on display for the world to see.
First stop was to find some pants, and then you had business to take care of.
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Luckily, it didn’t take you long to find a store to obtain some pants. Everyone had stared at your bare legs as you wandered in, but you didn’t care. In fact, it made you chuckle. If Azriel was here, he would have gone ballistic. He was the only one allowed to see you like this. If he knew that over a dozen people had seen your ass cheeks in the last hour, you couldn’t even imagine what he’d have done.
With a set of pants, you had returned to the bar, posing as a friend of the female Azriel was with last night and trying to find out more about her. The mother seemed to be on your side that day, as one of the bartenders was a close friend of hers. He blabbed easily, and within minutes you were able to find out her name, where she usually went on Saturday mornings like this one, and where she lived. Her name was Beatrice, and she always went to the farmer’s market every weekend to pick up fresh vegetables for the week. She lived in a house near the theatre, right in the heart of the city.
So you wandered towards the farmer’s market, hair down and hanging loosely around your face to hide it. The air was crisp and fresh, chatter from the market filling the air as you hovered in the corner, pretending to sift through a barrel of apples.
It wasn’t hard to spot Beatrice. Her curly black hair was trailing down her back, her cheeks flushed with evidence of a hangover. She wore a simple pair of black leggings and a yellow sweater, a cheerful smile on her face as she chatted with one of the vendors. It was almost annoying how she looked just as elegant as she had last night. You made sure to trail her from a distance, staying out of her sight. You wondered if Azriel would be proud, but shook off the thought as soon as it came.
Once you were sure Beatrice only had a few more things to pick up at the market, you slunk down one of the alleys and headed towards her house. You knew it was the fastest way, allowing you to get to her house before she did.
It was a modest home, sunflowers lining the windowsill and a small swing on the porch. The trim was a deep brown, the wooden accents giving it a charming feel. You crept towards one of the windows along the side of the house, sneaking a glance behind you to ensure nobody was watching. You knew breaking into a house in one of the busiest parts of the city was risky. But that was also the beauty of it – there was so much going on that nobody paid attention to you.
It wasn’t hard to take a small knife and pop open the window then crawl through. You gently closed it behind you, then scanned the interior. You were in the living room, and you couldn’t deny that it impressed you. An elegant piano was in the corner, a large couch next to it with a soft-looking blanket with butterflies on it draped over the top. Various trinkets were scattered across the room, ranging from ancient-looking candle holders to a small music box designed to look like a bird cage.
You couldn’t scent Azriel in the room, much to your surprise. But that surprise was replaced by anger – if he hadn’t taken her here, then he could have taken her to his home. The thought made you see red, but you took deep breaths and settled yourself on the sofa. Beatrice would be home any minute.
About ten minutes later, the sound of keys turning the lock at the door snapped your attention back to the present. The door opened, and Beatrice entered with a large bag of vegetables. She didn’t notice you at first, closing the door behind her and turning the lock shut.
“You know, you should really lock your windows too.” You spoke casually, and the female whirled around in fright, dropping her groceries. Her brown eyes widened in fear as they met yours, and you smirked.
“What… who the hell are you and why are you in my living room?” Beatrice stammered, backing herself up against the door.
You snorted, fiddling with the necklace you had picked up off the coffee table. It was the one she was wearing last night, you remembered – a gold chain with a small emerald. “Oh, come on,” You snorted. ‘You clearly didn’t have that much to drink last night, seeing as you were able to grocery shop this morning. Think harder.”
She frowned, and then her face went slack as the realisation appeared to hit. “You were at the bar last night. I saw you leave with that blonde male. Azriel was furious about it.”
Bingo. “Ah, so you know Azriel then.”
“Not really. We met last night and flirted. It was going well until he saw you with that male, then things got tense.”
Your voice was cold as ice as you spoke. “So Azriel flirted back, then?”
Beatrice shrugged. “Yes? I see no issue with that considering you left with another male, I assumed you weren’t together. Would you mind telling me what the fuck is going on so you can leave?”
“Come, sit.” You patted the space next to you. Beatrice stayed still for a moment, then carefully walked over to the couch. Her body was tense as she sat down, her breathing shallow.
“Look,” She said slowly. “I don’t know what the deal between you two is. I thought he was available, because he flirted back with me. He did not mention you, and I am sorry about that. But then he went quiet when he saw you with the male, and he was furious when you left with him. He tried to keep flirting with me after, tried to convince me to let him come home with me, but I turned him down. I wasn’t about to be caught up between some weird power struggle between what seems to be a fighting couple. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him use me as revenge. So I rejected his advances and went home alone. That’s all, I promise.”
You swallowed the bile in your throat. Azriel had started this by flirting with Beatrice, you had every reason to retaliate. You knew Azriel probably wanted to take her home, but hearing it out loud made it even worse.
Your face must have given it away, because Beatrice’s expression softened a bit. “I’m sorry, I really am. This must be hard to hear.” She said quietly. “But in his defence, you went home with another male–”
“Shut up!” You yelled, slamming a fist into the table in front of you and making it shake. “Don’t defend him, I wouldn’t have gone home with that male if Azriel hadn’t been flirting with you first.”
Beatrice flinched away from you, fear beginning to creep back into her expression once again as she stood up. “I’m sorry,” She said. “I’m not here to judge you. I don’t want any part of this. But I’ve explained my side to you, so I think it’s best you leave.”
Beatrice walked over to where her groceries lay all over the floor and began picking them up. You bit your lip so hard you nearly drew blood, fist trembling with anger. You knew you should feel relieved that Azriel hadn’t fucked Beatrice, but that wasn’t enough.
So you took deep breaths, relaxing your body and leaning back into the soft cushion. “I’m better, you know.” You said, voice dropping huskily.
The female froze, turning around to face you once again. “What?”
“I’m better than Azriel.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Oh, I think you do.” Your voice purred like a cat as you stood up, walking over to Beatrice. She didn’t move as you closed in on her space, your body less than a foot from hers. You could smell her sweet scent, honey and lavender, you noted. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, and you leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Azriel is good in bed, but not as good as I am. Sure, he would have given you an enjoyable night, a great one even. And since Azriel is mine, and he failed to give you what you sought after, I feel I am obligated to fulfil your needs in his stead.”
Beatrice inhaled sharply, and you chuckled. You had always enjoyed bedding both males and females, and it had been so long with you submitting to Azriel that you had almost forgotten what it was like to seduce a beautiful female.
“I don’t want to get caught up in whatever this is between you two…” Beatrice’s voice was weak, the scent of her growing arousal betraying her lie.
“Oh, but this is just between you and me.” You said coolly, brushing a curly lock from her face. “Our little secret.”
When you cupped her cheek, she leaned into your touch. Satisfied, you smiled and stepped closer, pressing your body against hers. Your lips brushed hers as you spoke. “I need to hear you say it,” You murmured, caressing her waist with your free hand. “That you want me. Not him.”
“I…” Beatrice’s voice was barely above a whisper. She leaned forward in an attempt to connect her lips with your own, but you drew back.
“Be a good girl and say it.”
“I want you, not him.” She moaned as you squeezed her waist gently. “Please.”
You smiled, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door at the back where you knew her bedroom was.
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The sun was setting as you made your way back home, a small bag of vegetables in hand. The orange rays from the sunset reflected off the emerald necklace, the chain cold as ice around your neck. You knew Azriel would be waiting for you, and you were ready. You ignored the chill of the wind, still in the male’s shirt whose name you never bothered to learn. It offered you little protection against the cold, and you looked forward to the warmth of your home.
Stepping up to your door, the house looked empty. It was an illusion to anyone who walked by. You could sense Azriel’s presence in there, like an icy frost on the wood just waiting to bite you. But you didn’t care what Azriel’s wrath would bring. You had your own plan.
You swung open the door, locking it behind you and placing the bag of vegetables on your counter.
“Would you mind telling me where the fuck you’ve been?”
Having expected him to make a dramatic out-of-the-dark entrance, you didn’t flinch like you used to when he’d sneak up on you. You sighed in annoyance, knowing it’d infuriate him more. “Farmer’s market.” You said dryly.
Azriel’s towering form appeared from the shadows, coming across to face you on the other side of the counter. You knew he was glaring at you, but you didn’t spare him a glance. “From sunup to sundown?” He demanded.
You shrugged, laying out the vegetables. “It was a busy farmer’s market.”
A shadow found its way to your chin, yanking it up and forcing you to look at him. The sight of Azriel made you gulp. His eyes were darker than you’d ever seen, the anger coming off of him in waves. If you were anyone else, you’d have cowered in fear. But you only raised an eyebrow. “Don’t lie to me.” He said icily. “You were with that male last night, were you with him today, too?”
“Why the fuck does it matter to you?” You spat. “You were too busy burying your dick inside that female to notice me. Not my fault someone else finished what you couldn’t.” The words were completely untrue, but you didn’t care. You just needed them to land their mark.
Azriel laughed heartlessly, but the anger in his eyes grew stronger. “Are you really that fucking pathetic that I’m not allowed to take my attention off of you for five minutes? Is that all it takes for you to go crawling to the nearest male ready to get fucked?”
“She was flirting with you, you absolute prick!” You screamed at him, ripping away from the shadow’s grip and storming towards the bedroom. “And you flirted back! Don’t act like you’re the victim here. You wanted to make me jealous, but what? You didn’t think I was capable of doing the same?”
Azriel followed you. “Don’t walk away from me.”
You tried to slam the door in his face, but his muscular arm caught it, easily prying it open. Azriel roughly grabbed you and slammed you into the wall. You tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he didn’t budge. “You’re the one who fucked someone else, not me.” He growled.
You chuckled manically. “Is that what you think happened, Az?”
His grip tightened, bruising your arms. “Don’t play dumb, you stupid whore. I saw you leave with him.”
You kept chuckling, body singing with adrenaline. You saw Azriel’s gaze go down to your body, where an unmistakably male shirt clung to you. The look in his eyes was positively murderous. Wordlessly, he let go of you and you fell to the ground, continuing to laugh at him as he went towards the door.
“Where are you going?” You asked through giggles.
Azriel grabbed truth-teller from his waist, turning to face you. “You have one chance to tell me where that male is, or I will find him myself.”
You pushed yourself up, sighing and letting out another sick laugh. Excitement bubbled in you as you spoke. “I’m not sure there will be much left of him to find.”
For the first time since you’d met him, Azriel’s eyes widened in surprise. He went utterly still, hand frozen on the door handle. Nothing moved, except for you. You were practically buzzing, a new kind of high taking over you.
“What are you talking about?” Azriel’s voice was low.
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The male’s hands were all over you as you walked towards the motel. You resisted the urge to squirm away at his teenager-like giddiness. You didn’t feel the cold night air, your body was hot with adrenaline.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby.” The male said breathlessly, squeezing your ass with one hand.
You let out a fake laugh, but lead him off the cobblestone road. The motel was a few feet away, but that wasn’t where you wanted to take him. Your heels sunk into the mud, dirtying your feet as you headed towards the dark trees in the distance. You felt the male slow behind you.
“Aren’t we going to the motel?” He asked with uncertainty.
“What fun would that be?” You grabbed his hand and pulled him harder. “Come on, trust me.”
The moron just shrugged and continued to follow you. It was another ten minutes before you found a clearing, having nearly tripped over giant roots to get there. This place would do nicely, you decided.
You turned around to face the male, but his shirt was already off and he was in the process of unbuttoning his pants. “Adventurous!” He said excitedly. “I am so fucking hard baby, if you don’t get on your knees and do something about it now I think I might die.”
“Yes,” You said, sliding the knife out of the holster on your thigh. “You will.”
The male barely had a chance to speak before you brought the dagger up and slashed it across his face. Blood spurted from the nasty gash as he fell down, sobbing and clutching his face. His pants were down at his knees, a truly pathetic sight.
“There’s only one male allowed to touch me,” You said calmly. “And if he found out you laid your hands on me, he would do much worse to you than what I’m going to do. So be grateful.”
The male sobbed, pleading and begging pathetically for you to spare his life. But you weren’t phased. After all, your words were true. Nothing you did to him could compare to what Azriel would have done. You were proud of yourself for granting him this mercy. You didn’t know this male at all, know if he’d done anything to deserve a more painful death. But truthfully, you didn’t care.
You leaned down over him, pressing your body into his. It made you want to vomit, but you needed as much of his scent on you as possible. “I want you to thank me.” You said sternly. “Thank me for being merciful. Without me, your death would be stretched over the span of months, if not years. So thank me.”
“Thank you!” The male shouted. “Please, let me go!” It seemed he would do anything you asked if he thought there was a chance at sparing his life. But there wasn’t.
You slashed the dagger across his throat, and hot blood spurted all over you, coating your dress. The male choked on his own blood, sick gurgling sounds echoing throughout the eerie quietness of the clearing. It didn’t take long for the light to fade from his eyes, and death finally claimed him.
Satisfied, you stood up and headed over to the creek to wash the blood off your skin and wipe down the dagger. The water was refreshing, soothing your warm cheeks. You grabbed the male’s discarded shirt and pulled your ruined dress off, rolling the fabric into a ball and stuffing it into your purse. Pulling the shirt over your head, you strode back in the direction of the motel, knowing the wolves will have gotten rid of the body for you by sunhigh.
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You smirked as Azriel stared you down after you told him the story, dumbfounded. His lack of ability to comprehend that you killed the male was almost insulting, but you mostly found it funny. He looked adorable with his eyes wide and his jaw slack, shock written all over his pretty face. It made your blood sing.
“You killed him.” It was more of a statement than a question. No judgement laced Azriel’s deep voice, just awe. Almost as if he was impressed.
“I did.” You said proudly, crossing your arms over your chest. “You would have been proud of me, Az, if you were there. If you had actually paid attention to me instead of trying to fuck Beatrice.”
Azriel’s eyes narrowed, and you instantly realised your mistake. He took a step towards you, cocking his head. “I never told you her name.”
You cursed inwardly at your slip up. You had gotten so caught up in sticking it to Azriel that you mentioned Beatrice by name, something you weren’t supposed to do. Oh well, you’d just have to improvise. “No, you didn’t.” You purred, pointedly bringing your hand up to toy with the emerald necklace.
Azriel’s hazel eyes zoned in on the necklace, and his face went slack once again. “Did you kill her too?”
You giggled, the ice cold necklace a contrast against your warm fingers. “That doesn’t matter to you. Because you won’t get to fuck her, so it shouldn’t matter if she’s dead or alive.”
“She was innocent in this.” Azriel growled. “She didn’t know you were with me.”
“Innocent is hardly the word I’d use.” You snorted. “Besides, you don’t get to be a fucking hypocrite. So you can kill males who put their hands on me but I can’t do the same?”
“You shouldn’t have to!” Azriel hissed, towering over you with his wings flaring. “You are mine. It is my job to protect you, to keep your hands clean. You should not be involved in this shit”
You glared up at him. “I guess I’m just as twisted as you now.”
Something inside the spymaster shifted at your words, and his shoulders slumped. He reached his arms out and wrapped them around you, pulling you into his strong chest. You felt his chin rest against the top of your head, and he inhaled your scent. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” He murmured. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have ignored you, this is all my fault. Please forgive me, I cannot lose you. You are all I think about every breathing moment of my existence. There’s not a line in the world I wouldn’t cross for you. Please tell me how I can make it up to you.”
Part of you wanted to melt into Azriel’s arms, to let him shield you from the rest of the world. To lay you down and worship your body like a priest at the altar, making you feel good and see stars. He was so good at taking care of you, even when he was an ass about it he always knew exactly what you needed at that moment.
But for the first time, you didn’t give in, wanting to show that side of you that you had kept hidden from him. Until now. “You want to make it up to me, Az?” You cooed.
He nodded against your hair, squeezing tighter.
“Kneel.” You said firmly.
Azriel paused, pulling away but keeping his hands on your waist as he stared down at you in confusion. “I beg your pardon?”
“I said, kneel.” Your voice was edged like steel, a husky but harsh tone to it, one you hadn’t used in a while. At first, you weren’t sure if it would work. Azriel was a dominant male and loved control, seeing if he would be willing to give it up for you was a huge gamble.
But while Azriel had never uttered the words ‘I love you’, he had always promised you that you were his world, that he would do anything for you. And this was his chance to prove it.
“You think you’re in charge?” Azriel’s tone was light, testing the waters to see if you were serious or not. “Come on, sweetheart. You know how good I can make you feel. Let me take over, so you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about a thing.”
You stood with your chin high, unflinching as you repeated yourself. “Kneel.”
Azriel swallowed, and for a moment you thought he was going to laugh and walk out. But the male simply bowed his head, dropping to his knees and placing his scarred hands in his lap. You stepped back, satisfied as you admired the view. The silver moonlight through the windows cast beautiful highlights across the Illyrian. His glorious wings were flared out slightly, the bottom part lightly trailing on the ground. Azriel’s dark hair cast shadows across his face, the only light coming from it being his curious hazel eyes looking up at you. He looked like a fallen angel, a once mighty god begging at your feet.
Satisfaction flooded through your body. The roles would be reversed tonight, you decided. Azriel would be the one begging you this time. You began unbuttoning your shirt, and the male’s hands instinctively reached up to help, so you slapped them away. “Did I say you could move?” You demanded.
“No.” Azriel said sullenly, moving his hands back into his lap obediently. His eyes were dark, a turmoil of emotions behind them. You could tell he was fighting his instincts to assume his usual role, grabbing you and pinning you to the bed to do with as he pleased. But he was fighting to obey you, to give you satisfaction in a different form.
“Then stay there,” You commanded sternly. “And watch.”
Azriel’s throat bobbed, seemingly swallowing his protests as he nodded. You shed your shirt and pants, striding confidently over to your bedside drawer, letting your hips sway as you went. You could feel Azriel’s intense gaze burning into you with curiosity, making you chuckle inwardly. He was about to get a taste of his own medicine.
For months, Azriel had controlled your pleasure. He decided when you could touch yourself, when you were allowed to cum, how many times you could be pushed over the edge. And you gladly gave yourself to him, willingly subjecting yourself to his torturous teasing whenever he was mad at you. Once, the spymaster had edged you for an entire night until you passed out. Tears had streamed down your face for hours, body aching the next day from being so tense. Azriel was a generous lover, but a cruel one as well. And now it was your time to turn the tables on him.
You opened the drawer, grabbing the blue vibrator he had gifted you all those months ago. It hadn’t been used much since – there were only a few times when Azriel’s shadows would hold the vibrator to your clit as he pounded into you, as he preferred to use his own hands. As good as the vibrator was, it couldn’t compare to the spymaster’s touch. Which is why you knew he was about to be driven to madness.
Sexual weapon in hand, you walked back over to the kneeling Illyrian. You stopped centimetres from his face, which was level with your thigh. He was breathing heavy, eyes dark as he inhaled your scent. But he had learned from his previous mistake it seemed, as he kept his hands to his sides.
“Take off my panties.” You said coldly. “And do not use your hands.”
Azriel stared up at you, the hazel in his eyes barely visible. He leaned forward, his teeth finding the edge of your blue lace panties. They grasped it, his lips brushing your skin as sharp canines tugged at the fabric. He visibly shuddered, his lips so close to where he wanted them to be, yet not allowed to touch. The scent of your arousal was thick in the air, forcing Azriel to ignore it. You sucked in a breath as his eyes met yours as he managed to slowly pull them down your thighs, not breaking eye contact as they fell to your feet.
You stepped out of the fabric, kicking them to the side and turning around to settle yourself on the bed. You sat on the end, facing Azriel and slowly spreading open your legs. The male’s eyes zeroed in on your glistening cunt, and you noticed his hands trembling with effort to keep them at his sides. You turned on the vibrator, placing the suctioning tip against your clit. The sensation made your legs twitch at the sudden contact, and you let out a loud moan, letting your free hand cup your breast.
Admittedly, the moan was a bit of an exaggeration to piss off Azriel. Evidently, it worked. The shadowsinger was glaring at you. “Oh please,” He scoffed. “We both know that won’t be enough to satisfy you.”
You let out another sigh, kicking the vibrator’s intensity up a notch. “It’s more than you gave me last night. I wore one of your favourite dresses, and you didn’t even try to touch me. I’ve had to go and find satisfaction elsewhere, since you wouldn’t give me any.”
The room was stifling, the scent of Azriel’s arousal mixed with your own, and the faintest traces of Beatrice’s honey and lavender perfume clinging to your skin. You rocked your hips against the toy, your cunt weeping mere feet from Azriel’s desperate face.
“Stop.” He growled sternly. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart. Come on, you know I can do better than that toy.”
You ignored him, your other hand trailing from your breast across your collarbones, caressing all over your skin as you felt that familiar pressure build up in your stomach. It was a slightly foreign sensation, a different feeling than how the buildup to your orgasm when Azriel ate you out felt, or the way your body neared climax with his cock buried inside you. You imagined it was Azriel’s fingers on your clit, expertly working you as you came closer to your orgasm.
“Ok, this little act is over.” Azriel tried to sound firm, but there was a weakness in his voice that dimmed his threat. “Let me touch you. You know the rule – you’re not allowed to cum without my permission. And I don’t give you permission.”
You chuckled at the falter in his tone. “No. You are going to sit there and watch me do what you failed to do the other night. Your rules don’t apply tonight, Az, so suck it up. If you want to touch me, you’ll have to beg.”
Your voice went high pitched as your legs began to shake. Azriel’s protests faded into background noise as you came, your lower body heated and electrified as your orgasm went through you. It wasn’t as intense as some you’d had before, but the unceasing buzzing against your clit as you writhed through your high made you oversensitive.
Once you had come down from your climax, you set the vibrator aside, staring at Azriel. The veins in his arms were prominent with his effort to keep himself from pouncing on you. Disbelief was written all over his face, as if he couldn’t believe you had actually obeyed him. And that he had let you.
“I told you, your rules don’t apply tonight.” You panted heavily. “Now remove your clothes and lay down on the bed.”
Azriel scrambled to his feet, glaring at you but obliging anyways. He smirked confidently as he peeled his shirt off, revealing those rock hard abs that you loved riding so much. You could never get enough of his body, no matter how many times he stripped in front of you. He was truly a work of art from head to toe.
The spymaster unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down to reveal his rock hard erection. Your mouth watered at the sight of his naked form, but you did not budge. You only stared at him coldly, rather than dropping to your knees and giving in like he had clearly expected. Letting out a huff of frustration, Azriel crawled onto his bed, flipping onto his back and settling in.
Shadows curled around his wrists, bringing his arms above his head and holding them prisoner there. Azriel’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief, and you giggled. It seems his shadows were on your side tonight.
You crawled over top of him, straddling his waist. His hard cock poked into your backside, making your core pulse against his muscled lower abs. You leaned over top of him, placing one hand beside his head and placing your face inches from his own. The spymaster was breathing heavily, staring up at you with awe.
“You weren’t good to me last night, Azriel.” Your voice dropped, a dangerous tone gleaming on the edge of it. “You flirted with another female when I had gotten all dressed up for you. Instead of even just looking at me, you tried to take her home and fuck her instead of me.”
“I didn’t f–” Azriel’s protest was cut off by a gasp, as you lifted your hips off of him and your free hand reached down and firmly gripped the base of his cock, just how he liked it. He choked on his words, eyes widening as you slowly moved your hand up and down.
“You think she’d be enough to satisfy you?” You teased, mocking his words to you earlier. “She satisfied me well enough. But she wouldn’t be able to give you what I can. She wouldn’t know how you like your cock stroked, but I do.”
To emphasise your point, you squeezed him tighter and twisted your wrist, letting your thumb graze the slit. Azriel let out a breathy moan, shutting his eyes.
“Look at me.” You snapped, forcing the male to open his eyes. He obliged, letting out little gasps as you continued to stroke him.
You leaned forward and let your lips graze his neck, your teeth skimming the skin ever so slightly as you picked up the pace of your strokes. Azriel whimpered underneath you – whimpered. The sound was pathetic and needy, and filled you with so much joy. His pretty face was scrunched up with effort, his hands writhing in his unrelenting shadows. You lightly sucked and bit all across his neck and collarbones, knowing that the feather light touches would drive him wild and send him towards his orgasm faster. You knew Azriel always lasted a long time, his god-like stamina making your body tremble as he relentlessly pounded you through orgasm after orgasm.
But you knew by the way his cock twitched in your hand that he wouldn’t last long like this. You let the tip of his cock graze your slit as you pumped, and the shadowsinger moaned loudly, his muscles flexing.
“You like that, pretty boy?” You cooed against his neck.
Azriel whimpered, bucking his hips into your hand.
“None of that now,” You chastised. “I asked you a question.”
He exhaled. “Yes.” Was all he could manage through his moans.
“I can feel how close you are, it’s pathetic. Normally you last longer. Is this something you’ve dreamed of, baby? Hm? Tell me, do you want to cum?”
Azriel’s eyelids fluttered as he fought to keep still underneath you, a thin sheen of sweat coating his tanned body. “Yes! Gods, yes. Please.”
You sank your teeth into his neck, biting down harshly and making him cry out. Your hand next to his arm shifted, letting your fingertips graze the edge of his wing. “Beg for it then.”
“Please,” The spymaster whimpered. “I’ll do anything you want. Please, just let me cum. Please.”
You hummed, pretending to consider it. Just as his abs tensed signifying his nearing release, you sat up and released his cock. Azriel let out a frustrated yet pathetic groan. “What the fuck?” He protested.
“Not so fun being on the receiving end of that one, is it?” You asked, sitting down on his abs and lazily grinding yourself into them. “I know you’d rather die than admit that you secretly fucking loved it. How pathetic is that? The mighty spymaster of the Night Court, crying underneath me because I wouldn’t let him finish.”
Azriel’s face was deep red, his jaw clenched. A few strands of black hair clung to his forehead. “Please,” He begged with droopy eyes. “I fucked up. Let me make it up to you. Please, let me touch you. Let me make you feel good. Please, I need to touch you. I need you. All I want is to make you feel good.”
You scraped your nail down his chest, eliciting a shiver from the body beneath you. “Is that so?”
“Yes ma’am.”
A wave of arousal had rushed through your veins at not just the title, but the ease at which he said it. It rolled off his tongue so naturally. Sure, you had been called many names in the bedroom before in both submissive and dominant roles, but this was new. And you fucking loved it.
You gripped his chin firmly, letting your nails dig into the skin as you brought your face closer to his. “Say that again.”
He gulped. “Yes ma’am. Please, let me make you feel good.”
You chuckled darkly, sitting up. The shadows repositioned his arms slightly, giving more room on either side of Azriel’s head for what you were about to do, as if they knew already. “I’m going to sit on your face and use you like my own personal toy. You are going to choke on my cunt just as I have choked on your cock, and you are going to be grateful for it and thank me after. You do not get to touch me with your hands, and you will take what I give you. Am I clear?”
Azriel nodded vigorously, eyes gleaming. Truthfully, you knew this was a reward for him. There was nothing in this world he loved more than eating you out. He had often even encouraged you to ride his face. But never before had he not been able to grab your hips and touch you.
You climbed up his body, seating one knee on either side of his head where the shadows had now cleared space for you. As you slowly lowered your cunt towards his face, the Illyrian strained his neck to lift his head as high as he could in a pathetic attempt to get closer to your core.
Briefly, you recalled all the times Azriel had lectured you about how you refused to fully sit on his face, afraid you’d suffocate him. He’d always end up growling in frustration and grabbing your hips, firmly pulling you down so you were seated on his face.
It was time you showed him you learned your lesson.
With no warning, you lowered your cunt onto his face, fully seating yourself on it and grabbing onto his hair with both hands. Azriel groaned in delight underneath you, the sound sending vibrations right into your core. You moaned in relief, rocking your hips against his face. Lewd noises filled the room as Azriel ate you out like a man who hadn’t had a meal in days, eagerly slurping up all your juices. You shamelessly ground into his face, wanting more.
You cried out as his tongue shoved its way inside you, your clit scraping his nose in a way that made your legs twitch. For a second you wondered how Azriel was managing to breathe, but his relentlessness reassured you that he was perfectly fine somehow.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” You moaned. “It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? Eating my pussy? Pretty boy is just a desperate little whore, isn’t that right?”
The noise Azriel made was muffled, but akin to a pathetic whimper. Something you knew would ring in your ears like a new favourite song.
It only took a few more minutes before your orgasm built up, barrelling towards you at rapid speed. Your thighs tensed up, clenching around his face as you came, yanking harshly on his silky hair. Azriel groaned as you did so, your juices coating his face. Part of you had been tempted to not let him make you finish, but you couldn’t help it. His mouth felt too good on you, something you had missed over the last few days.
Finally, you lifted yourself off Azriel’s face, hearing him take in a gasping breath as you did so. His hazel eyes were closed in bliss, face shiny from your juices as he panted for air. “Thank you, ma’am.” He murmured. You crawled down his body, seating yourself back on his abs while you collected your composure.
“You did so good, Az.” You purred, reaching behind you and gently brushing your fingers against his hard cock. “You’re so good to me. Now, have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Azriel said breathlessly.
“What lesson would that be?”
“Don’t flirt with other females.”
“Exactly.” You pulled out Truth-Teller from its sheath and pressed the sharp blade against his throat, the shadows having discreetly brought it to you from the spymaster’s discarded belt. “You are mine, and mine only. Nobody else gets to have you but me. Nobody gets to touch you but me. If they do, I will remove their hands and feed their body to the beasts in the woods. And if you try to touch another female in a manner I would not deem fit, it will be your body that gets fed to the creatures. Understood?”
Azriel’s hazel eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of awe, horror, and lust. It made you chuckle inwardly, how he seemed surprised that this is who you had become. You weren’t sure why he would be – he had become your new life, every fibre of your being tied to his and his alone. Azriel was unhinged and possessive to begin with, even more so now that he had you.
He was bad, but you were worse.
“Yes ma’am.” Azriel croaked out, swallowing against the cold metal of the blade.
“Good. Now you’ve made me cum, I think it’s only fair if I let you do the same, right?”
“You may do as you see fit, ma’am.”
A smile bloomed across your face. You could tell it was hard for him to say – his cock was hard as a diamond, his body begging for a release. But he chose the right answer. “Correct. You may fuck me now, any position you see fit. But you are not to cum without my permission.”
The second the shadows binding Azriel’s wrists together slipped away, his scarred hands grabbed your waist and flipped you over, pinning you underneath him. His eyes were frantic as if he worried you’d change your mind. He roughly spread your legs and you let him, relishing in the feeling of him over top of you. He lined up his cock with your entrance and slammed in.
You gasped, the air leaving your body. Azriel’s size was something you would never quite get used to. It had taken you a long time to be able to take him with no preparation, and even then it still hurt like hell for the first bit. But you learned to relish in the pain, especially when he praised you for taking him so well.
But there was no praise coming from his lips this time. Azriel fucked you relentlessly, chasing the pleasure that you had denied him earlier. His movements were frantic, a change from his usual deliberate pace. The room was filled with slapping sounds and moans. Azriel was hitting so deep inside of you that you began to feel dizzy, your eyes rolling back in your head.
Azriel had fucked you harder than anyone ever had before, but this was completely different. It took less than five minutes for Azriel to tense up, signifying he was approaching his orgasm quickly.
“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?” You teased, voice shaky with the force of his thrusts.
Azriel leaned over you, his head next to yours with one arm cradled around your head. “Yes! Please, I need it! Please let me cum.” His voice was utterly broken and fragmented.
You were silent for ten seconds, just long enough to feel the panic coming from him, making him think you were going to say no. But you brought a hand up and stroked his wing in that one spot you knew drove him crazy. “Yes. Good boy. Cum for me, Azriel.”
The spymaster erupted into a powerful orgasm the second his name finished leaving your lips. Hot seed filled your insides, making you cry out. His hips jutted against you as he came, his head tilted back exposing his throat as he moaned loudly, a single tear running down his cheek.
Azriel’s thrusts slowed as he rode out his orgasm, pumping his cum back into you as it spilled out of your hole. He panted, wings twitching as he pulled out and slumped down into the spot beside you on the bed. “Thank you, ma’am.”
You hummed, satisfied with your work. If you had told yourself months ago that you would be the one to break Azriel one night, you’d have laughed at yourself. It filled you with pride, seeing the stone cold, dominating shadowsinger become a whimpering mess all because of you.
It made everything you had done worth it.
You reached for Truth-Teller, propping yourself up beside him and putting the cold blade onto his skin, causing him to flinch and look at you in surprise. You trailed the knife down his body, circling it around where his heart was. You angled the blade, pressing the tip of it into his skin, right above the beating muscle. A thin trail of blood ran down from the cut. “This heart is mine. And if you try to give it to anyone else, I will carve it out of you myself.”
The shadowsinger was holding his breath, unmoving against your touch. You knew that he would easily be able to disarm you if he needed to, but there was still a hint of fear in his eyes.
No, he was not scared of you cutting his heart from his chest. He was scared of you running away from him.
You smirked, satisfied at his reaction. You weren’t going anywhere. You were right here with Azriel, where you belonged.
A/N: I have a request for some soft!dom Azriel in my inbox, so I’m kind of using this as a little bit of a practice run :)
Warnings: ass-eating and rimjob (m receiving), some light wing play, Az being a little mean in the beginning then softening out, slightly more sub!Az at the end
Word Count: 2,518
You can just imagine how good he would feel in your hands. And with the way he’s walking up the stairs, the plump and toned muscle of his ass wrapped up tight in leathers…
His wings twitch, shadows undulating and he stops at the top of the stairs, turning to look at you over his shoulder, two plates of food in his hands, leaving you to carry the drinks. “I can feel your eyes on me, you know,” he remarks with a raised brow. You flush, having been caught.
“Oops,” you say, grinning as you walk past him, “guess my gaze slipped.” He snorts, shadows pinching your ass as you strut by, making you yelp. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, wishing you had a free hand to rub the sore skin. He gives you a panty-dropping grin, pissing you off just enough to have you kicking the door shut on him once you get in your bedroom.
He chuckles from the other side, shadows reopening the door while you set the glasses down. “Someone in a poor mood because she got caught eyeing me up?” He drawls, the smirk clear in his voice.
“I was not eyeing you up!” You snap, crossing your arms over your chest in a way that plumps your tits. His attention drops appreciatively, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. When his eyes return to yours, they’re a little darker, and you know he marks the roll of your throat.
“Please,” he purrs, setting the plates down on the bedside table. “You were looking at me like how Cassian looks at beef jerky.” His grin turns a little feral, “like you wanted to sink your teeth into me.” Heat blossoms across your lower body as he pin points the exact intent with which you had been staring at him.
Still, you raise your chin, looking down your nose at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
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You know you’ve been staring at his ass all day.
How could you not? It’s so plump, and—and round, and…you’re actually salivating.
He hasn’t been giving you a break, wearing those leathers first thing in the morning until the last thing at night. He has to know what it does to you. Which means, he’s teasing you. You grown inwardly, knowing how your mate can be when it comes to denying your wants for his own pleasure. He’s probably enjoying this opportunity to get back at you for that one time, and the objective side of your mind knows it’s well-deserved. Still.
“What’s going on in that dumb, little mind of yours, pet?”
Arousal slams into you, knees nearly buckling at the rough timbre of his voice. You manage to keep yourself strong, refusing to allow that whimper to slip from your lips. “Where did you sneak up from?” You ask, and even to your own ears, you sound a little hoarse. His lips twitch, pressing his front into your back as he tips your chin upward, so he can look down at you properly. His hand practically swallows your throat, just holding, lightly.
“I thought I’d check in on my wife,” he drawls, and you feel the male satisfaction as the title slips smoothly from his tongue. His wife. He’d been just as obnoxious when the two of you had accepted the mating bond, calling you nothing but his mate for months on end. “See how she’s faring with these miserable chores that her miserable husband is forcing her to do.” His eyes gleam as your spine arches almost imperceptibly, his hips pushing tighter into your rear.
“He is quite miserable, isn’t he?” You murmur back. “Always denying me my fun.”
Azriel’s hands settle at your waist, spinning you around so you’re attention is fully on him—not the cleaned laundry you were folding. “And what fun are you after, wife?” He asks, hands grazing up the sides of your body until he’s cupping your cheeks, squishing them ever so lightly.
Warmth flushes your skin, but you lean into him. Your eyes flutter shut, his heat seeping into you as you allow your fingers to brush his forearms, travelling to his biceps, settling on the muscled edge of his ribs before grazing down. Your hands move over his waist, snaking around his back, descending past his hips, and—
You yelp when shadows bat your hands away, so close to finally, finally feeling him. Your eyes fly open, immediately locking on his own heated gaze, colour dusting his cheeks, canines digging into his lower lip as he watches you with an intensity that makes your legs want to fall open.
“Has no one ever taught you manners, pet?” He asks, hand sliding down to your waist while the other tilts your jaw upwards. “Ask before you touch.”
“I need permission to touch what’s mine?” You retort quietly, hunger blazing in the pit of your belly. You can scent his own arousal grow in response, grip biting into your soft skin.
His grin turns feline as he drags you closer to him, mouth brushing over your own, forcing you up onto your tiptoes, “you want more than just to touch, though, don’t you?”
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You’re so worn out. So tired, and so ready for bed.
Between Azriel’s teasing, your job, and your own damned mind, you think you might be going crazy. The few dreams you’ve managed to keep with waking from sleep have consisted mostly of fruits…phallic and…peachy. He would never let you live it down if he knew even your subconscious was goading you to him.
You think your knees might actually collapse when you make it to your shared bedroom.
He’s sprawled across the mattress, a thin sheet covering his lower half, wings splayed gorgeously over the bed. His hair’s slightly damp, curled at the ends from the shower, and his skin looks warm, and healthy, and delicious. Marvellously firm with muscle.
Azriel doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading as your bags drop to the floor and you make a soft sound of disbelief and hunger in the back of your throat. And then you’re clumsily stumbling forward, crawling onto the bed, easing yourself between his sheet-covered legs. Falling onto your front, pressing yourself onto his ass like it’s the comfiest pillow you’ve ever come across.
It’s only then he shifts, peering over his shoulder, and you can practically imagine the smug grin on his lovely mouth seeing you finally give in. You suppose it’s not like you made a secret of your desire, but still…
Arousal builds across your body, hunger finally breaking you as you lift, prowling up his figure. He looks like he’s about to get up, so you swing your legs over his hips, keeping him pinned to the mattress. You know he could easily lift you with him, but he settles back down, a sound like a purr rumbling from his chest.
“You’re being rather dominant, wife,” he drawls, shifting so he’s comfy. You snarl softly, fed up with his teasing, setting your hands between his shoulder blades, then running them lightly to the base of one of his wings. His muscles shift and contract beneath you, rippling as your fingers skate up lightly.
The tension seeps from him as you reach the dip beneath the first joint of the powerful limb. His skin heats and a quiet groan spills from his lips, needful and soft. It’s so rare something like this happens, but it seems he’s had a long day, too, and is ready to be taken care of. You couldn’t be more relieved. Dread to think how things would have gone if he’d had the energy or the will to deny you any longer. He seems to get off of refusing your pleasure, sometimes.
You shift closer, so you’re straddling his upper back, rolling your hips down languidly from time to time, basking in the slow build of warmth. Slow, because you both have the time to indulge. Slow, because you’re in no rush. Slow, because you have all the time in the world and right now, you want it with each other. To find pleasure in the other’s body.
Leaning forward, you attach your open mouth to the ridge of his wing and he shudders, a deep, drawn-out moan purring into the silence. The sound urges your hips to roll down a little harder, basking in the delicious and firm press of hot muscle beneath you. Teeth nip, and your fingers graze those spots you’ve had memorised since the first time he’d allowed you the pleasure of touching him like that. It’s rare enough he lets you look after him, rarer still he accepts direct comfort to his wings.
You’re not sure how comfortable he is with that vulnerability. You’re mated, married, and joined in every way that counts, but you’re not going to pretend that you share absolutely everything with one another. There are still times the two of you will just sit in silence, mentally recovering from whatever trials have gotten you down that day. Plenty of times where you’ll spend a few hours apart, just to get out of the house. And it’s wonderful that way. To be comfortable enough to trust and know someone will to come back to you even after you’ve put a line in the sand…
Your tongue flicks out, dragging up the dip of bone, grazing over the powerful muscle that flexes beneath your tongue. His breath catches softly, and you pull away. Groans roughly as he falls away from the edge, but doesn’t fight for it, content to enjoy the edge.
Pulling back, you brush your thumb once more over the sensitive skin of his wing, and a sharp breath exhales from his lips. You shuffle down his body, pushing away the sheets as you go, leaving him entirely bare for you. It takes every ounce of willpower he’s instilled in you over the years to keep from pushing his legs apart right then and there and moving your mouth to your pleasure—hopefully his, too.
Instead, you tap his hip twice, lightly, then grip his side, urging him to roll over. He sighs, but turns obediently, knowing it will benefit him in the long run, wings pulling in tight as he switches onto his back. Then your mouth is opening over him, tongue flicking over the bead of moisture nestled in the slit of his tip.
Azriel moans softly, back arching as colour dusts his cheeks, fingers gently threading through your hair, raising his hips. You press a kiss to his tip, licking up the underside of him, watching as his eyes flutter closed and those quiet sounds of pleasure start becoming more regular.
He tugs lightly on your hair, and you take him into your mouth, hand gripping his base as you pump what you can’t fit. He hisses with pleasure, brow furrowing then evening out as he rolls his hips upward, gasping softly when your throat contracts around him. Again, you pull up to his tip, hand stroking him firmly but not roughly—not this time. You flick your tongue once again over his slit, pressing another kiss down, before you’re urging his bent legs further apart.
A slightly startled moan slips from his lip as you press your mouth low on his inner thigh, working closer to where you want to please him from—giving him the chance to stop you if he doesn’t yet want to try it. But his skin is warm and clean, smelling distinctly of soap and himself, and your mouth is watering.
His spine arches as your tongue circles the tight ring of muscle, flicking over then pulling away to kiss the surrounding area. His hand has released your hair in favour of the bedsheets, fingers gripping hard as you continue pumping him. He twitches, and you pull up, giving more attention to his cock.
Azriel’s shadows have joined you, grazing over his inner wing with silky softness, helping you work him to the steadily budding orgasm that will leave him hot and trembling. The darkness flicks over his gleaming chest, swirling over his nipples, making him pant. His eyes are still closed, plush lower lip caught between his teeth and you again dip down, pleased with his reactions.
You circle the tight muscle again, pumping a little harder, moving in time with the gentle roll of his hips. Your tongue pushes inside, and you hear him inhale sharply, bucking into your hand. He’s close, and now that you’ve again gotten him to the edge, you can’t bring yourself to deny him.
How could you, knowing he’s receiving pleasure everywhere he can be? In all those intimate, sensitive areas?
Your tongue flicks over him again as you squeeze him deliciously, just the right side of painful. His shadows flick and swirl, and a deep, rich moan is pulled from between his lips, spine arching enough to tip his head back into the plush pillows. He twitches again before he releases, hips bucking in time with the waves of pleasure, hot cum spilling from his tip, spurting up onto the firm planes of his toned stomach. You keep pumping until his hips begin stuttering, and then you’re easing your pace, softening your grip as he becomes infinitely more sensitive.
When he’s done, thighs trembling, panting softly into the sex-tinted air, you raise from between his legs. Lick your lips when you see the mess he’s made of himself: hot, milky liquid gleaming on the sweat-slicked muscles of his stomach, shifting and glistening in the light with his breathing. The perfect dessert.
You crawl forward slowly, careful not to ruffle him too much, tongue lolling out as you begin lapping up the creamy liquid. His hand again finds your hair, stroking gently as you hum, drinking him up. It’s only when you’re certain you’ve licked up every drop of him that you prowl up his body, until you’re on top of him.
He’s still flushed, and offers you a lazy smile that sings songs of his satisfaction. “And here I had just gotten out of my shower,” he murmurs over your up-tilted lips. You smile gently, enjoying him being the one fully naked, for once, “I’ll change the covers tomorrow, husband.”
Azriel smiles up at you, lifting his head from the pillows as he brings your mouth down to his own, soft lips slanting over your own, tasting himself on you. He groans quietly, shadows and fingers already working deftly to remove your clothes. As soon as they’re gone, and you’re gloriously bare, he’s pulling you down on him, hot skin pressing flush together.
His shadows hook beneath the sheets, pulling them up and to cover once his wings have curled over you, keeping you tucked into his chest. The heat and warmth quickly lulls you to sleep, the two of you pulled under in a matter of minutes. Breathing deepening and evening out as you fall together, wrapped in each other’s scent and warmth.
ok but I’m going to need an azriel drabble of him being my good boy begging me to let him come while he turns into a whimpering mess and just-
“look at me, azriel.” he tries, he really does. But as he begins to lift his head, your fist encases the tip of his cock and he drops back against the headrest with a huff. You laugh while admiring the sweat dripping down his exposed neck, “aw, you poor thing. pathetic.” It’s lighthearted, yet you swear his cock throbs in response to your degradation. Taking your hand away startles him. Wide, glazed eyes are immediately on you, “no, please. i’m sorry. please don’t stop. i’ll listen.” Catching his chin between your fingers, you coo “sh..sh..sh.” He finally notices your free hand slipping between your legs to pull your panties to the side. “i’ve got you,” you say, grinding your wet cunt against his cock. A whine tumbles from Azriel’s lips when you sink down on him. “you’re so big, baby. always feel so good inside me,” you moan, walls clenching around him. Azriel’s hips jerk from the feeling, he whimpers incoherently, grasping tightly at your waist. “what was that? sounded like nonsense to me, baby. can’t help you if i don’t know what you want.”
“need’a cum. please,” his breath quivers with each word, “please make me cum.” You begin to move your hips, riding him slowly. “yeah?” Azriel nods, whimpering as he chews his bottom lip. “you wanna cum for me? gonna fill me up baby?” The way he pleads so sweetly makes your insides tingle in pleasure. You’re in awe. Getting off on reducing the notoriously scary and brooding spymaster to begging. “you can let go, cum for me.”
All it took was a few rolls of your hips for him to let go. He releases with a loud groan, spilling ropes of cum into your cunt, coating your inner walls. He trembles beneath you, arms wound right around your body. You brush the sweaty hair from his forehead, cooing gently, feeling sorry for him. Well- almost. You almost feel bad for being nowhere near done with him…
All it took was a few rolls of your hips for him to let go. He releases with a loud groan, spilling ropes of cum into your cunt, coating your inner walls. He trembles beneath you, arms wound tight around your body. You brush the sweaty hair from his forehead, cooing gently, feeling sorry for him. Well- almost sorry. Almost feeling back for being nowhere near done with him…
All it took was a few rolls of your hips for him to let go. He releases with a loud groan, spilling ropes of cum into your cunt, coating your inner walls. He trembles beneath you, arms wound right around your waist. You brush the sweaty hair from his forehead, cooing gently, feeling sorry for him. Well, almost. You almost feel bad for being nowhere near done with him…
All it took was a few rolls of your hips for Azriel to let go. He climaxes with a loud groan, tightening his arms around you as ropes of cum coat your inner walls. He trembles beneath you, worn out and silly. You almost feel bad for being nowhere near done with him…
anon, all you had to do was ask. YES. omg a thousand times yes i love writing sub!az you have no idea. (if you're looking for more sub!az after this, you can also check out "Something New" from my Azris Week fics!)
ANYWAY, i really hope you like it!! its not my best work, but not my worst either!
I smirked wide as Azriel came into the bedroom at last. He paused when he saw me, obviously blown away by the sight of his mate in a set of fancy red lingerie.
“Welcome back home baby,” I cooed.
Azriel’s jaw dropped open as I sat up, arching my back perfectly so he could see the cleavage on my chest. He tried to close it, but looked to be at a loss for words.
“Come here,” I ordered, patting the space on the bed beside me. “And take off your shoes and shirt.”
He moved faster than lightning, untying his boots and throwing them haphazardly to the side and then tearing his leathers and shirt off quickly, moving toward the bed quickly. He lifted his leg to climb on, but I put my head up looking at him.
He paused, staring at me with a desperate sort of look. I glanced down at his thigh where his weapons still glinted.
“No weapons in bed, Azriel,” I chastised.
Azriel looked down as if he only just realized he still had Truth-Teller and a barrage of other weapons still on him. Then he quickly began unbuckling them and setting them on his dresser, and then climbed on the bed, laying on his side before me, gazing down at my chest with his eyes wide.
“Would you like to play tonight, Az?” I asked, putting a hand around his head to thread my fingers into the hair on the back of his skull.
He swallowed and answered roughly, “Please.”
I grinned and then turned to climb on top of him, letting him shift his wings behind him. “Are you going to be a good boy?”
He nodded, his mouth halfway open as he looked up at me with pupils that were blown wide open with arousal. The scent in the air was intoxicating.
“Ah,” I said, sharpening my tone and putting a hand on his chest. “You know you have to answer me aloud.”
“Yes, mistress,” Azriel answered, looking up at me with awe in his gaze. “I’ll be a good boy.”
I chuckled, grinning wildly. I loved the control I had over this male. “Good,” I praised. “Now put your hands toward the bed frame.”
I climbed off of him to reach into the first drawer of the bedside table, grabbing the silken rope we had stored there for all of our fun. Azriel had obeyed of course. He didn’t want to try and anger his mistress so early into the game. If he was going to break a rule, he would have to wait until I was more… susceptible to giving in.
I expertly tied his wrists together, and then to the bed frame. Azriel had taught me the knots himself. The male pulled experimentally at the binds, and with him distracted for that split second, I dived down to kiss him hard.
He whimpered into my mouth, readily opening up and letting me explore his mouth with my tongue. Even if I already had it memorized, it still felt incredibly good to have trained him so well. To give in so easily to every touch.
I pulled away after a few seconds of reveling in his soft lips and grinned as he whimpered again, his eyes flickering open to silently beg for more.
“What do you want, baby?” I asked.
“Please touch me,” he begged. “I’ve been good.”
I hummed, sitting up so that my ass rested right on the obvious erection in his pants. “I suppose you have been quite good,” I mused. I felt his hips twitch under me in the smallest attempt to try and relieve the ache likely pulsing under me. “How would you like to be touched? Do you want my mouth on you? My hands?”
“Your mouth, please,” Azriel answered.
“You’ve learned since last time,” I noted. Last time, he kept forgetting to add the world ‘please’ onto his requests. He was doing so much better. “I suppose I should give you a reward for that.”
Azriel looked hopeful at that.
“Alright,” I allowed, and shifted further down the bed. “Lift your hips for me, love.”
Azriel obeyed immediately, pushing his hips up off the bed so I could pull his pants and underwear off them and then helpfully pulled both feet out of his pants so I could throw the clothing off the side of the bed.
I focused my attention on his hips then, seeing his weeping cock settled against his abs.
“Aw,” I cooed. “You look so needy like this, Azriel. So desperate for me.”
Azriel looked down at me, only further solidifying what I’d said with the desire shining in his eyes.
I seductively leaned down, making sure to give my mate a good show of my cleavage as I put a hand around his dick and lifted it up toward my mouth to kitten-lick at the tip.
He whimpered, tugging at his bindings again.
“Stay still,” I ordered and took the tip into my mouth, sucking hard. Azriel let out a low moan at the feeling, his muscles tensing to hold himself back from thrusting into my mouth like I knew he wanted to.
I took him deeper by increments, stretching my own throat out and focusing on my breathing to give my mate as much overwhelming pleasure as possible. His moans were music to my ears.
When I heard his noises getting higher pitched, a tell-tale sign of him getting close, I pulled back, causing a loud whine to erupt from his lips.
“Aw,” I cooed. “Were you close?”
He nodded, a tear sliding down his cheek. “Please,” he begged. “Please.”
“Oh baby…” I said softly, running a hand up his body to cup his cheek. He leaned into the touch, looking so desperate. It was like a drug I was addicted to. I just needed more of that look. “Your mistress wants you to come inside of her tonight. So you’re going to be a good boy for me and wait until I give you permission.”
Azriel whimpered.
“Are you going to listen?” I asked, sliding up his body again to straddle his hips and slide his cock between my legs, catching on the wet fabric of my panties. Oh, my pleasure didn’t matter when I could make Azriel like this after a hard day of being spymaster.
“Yes, mistress. I’ll be a good boy,” Azriel managed to get out through his heavy breathing.
“Then let your mistress tease you like she wants,” I growled and pulled off my panties and began running my wetness down his cock.
Azriel whined, high and needy.
I leaned down to nipple at his earlobe, and moved down to lick and suck at his neck.
“Will you let your mistress pet your wings?” I asked as I pulled back.
Azriel’s eyes widened and he whimpered, tugging at his restraints. “Please.”
Oh, music to my fucking ears.
I moved one of my hands to dance lightly down the humerus bone of his wing, going all the way up to the main joint and scratching gently at the skin around the claw.
Azriel moaned, baring his neck as he tilted his head back. I hummed as I saw him clench his jaw, pausing my movements. “Azriel,” I said.
He barely managed to lift his head to look at me.
“Would you rather hold your orgasm back or do you want me to let you?” I asked. “But I’m not stopping until I come.”
Azriel panted, blinking slowly, but didn’t reply.
I smirked at how undone he was. “Tell me, or I will choose for you,” I threatened. “And either way you’re going to beg for me.”
Azriel groaned. “Let me come,” he decided, his voice rough from the moaning. “Please, mistress.”
I smirked and immediately upon his decision, pressed roughly right into one of the sensitive places on his wings, eager to see him come undone.
Azriel jerked and then screamed as warm cum splashed onto both of us. I grinned and continued to touch his wings, not stopping even as he jerked in overstimulation.
“I’m nowhere near done with you,” I growled in his ear and reached back to angle him to slip inside of my cunt.
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summary: azriel is insecure about his scars so you make sure he know how much you love them
warnings: smut, overstimulating, sub!azriel x dom!reader.
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"they're far away from perfect" he muttered pulling away his hand looking at it with disgust.
"every single part of you is perfect- i said that before and I'll keep repeating it till you believe it yourself" i said resting both of my hands on his cheeks.
Azriel looks at me with pure awe in his eyes. We've been in his room talking for hours now- laying on his bed. No matter how many times i explain to him how truly beautiful his hands are- he won't believe me.
His scars remind him of his first years of his life, of the cruelty of his stepmother and stepbrother and of the pain he's been through.
He suddenly flips around and positions himself on top of me. He leans in and kisses me, his kiss rough. My hands go in his hair softly stocking it and his explore my waist and hips.
When one of his hands moves on my breasts he squeezes them and i can't help but groan into his mouth.
He starts kissing my neck, leaving love marks as his hands squeeze my ass. His hands then move to take off my pants, taking my underwear with them. His thumb rubs my clit as a small moan leaves my mouth.
"please, please az" i moan and look at him while his expression changes into a smirk.
"so desperate, are we love?" he says as he pushes one finger inside me, pulling it in and out in a fast pace. I clench around his fingers as a soft moan left my lips.
"azriel.. please" i finally say. He looks at me with a smirk on his face, obviously enjoying the control he has over me.
"please what my love?" he asks as he trails a soft path of kisses up my jaw.
"please let me cum" i moan. "hm, should i? I think I'm enjoying the position you're in now" he smiles as he thrusts his fingers slower than before.
I grab his face in my hands and pull him in for a rough kiss. His fingers finally speed as i get extremely close to my climax.
I moan into his mouth as i finish around his fingers. "well done love, here you go" he smirks.
"that was quite quick, wasn't it, hm? Notice how i make you cum in less than a minute?" he teases as he kisses my forehead.
i wrap my legs around his torso and flip us around.
"i didn't forget the conversation we were having before this az" i say in a serious tone as i sit on his lap while he's laying on the bed.
His hands. We were talking about his hands and about how perfect i find them.
"and i still stand by the point that they're far from perfect" he insists.
" i can change your mind" i say as i trail a hand up his chest.
"oh, yeah?" he smirks. "yeah" i smirk too before i lean in pulling him into a kiss.
He makes an attempt to flip us around but i push him down even harder than before.
I kiss his jaw and take of his shirt while he just stares at me with needy eyes.
I slowly unzip his pants and pull them down on his knees while i face his painfully hard cock.
I stroke him softly, once, twice till he's groaning and pleading me to please him.
"do you want me to lick you, az?" i ask him as he looks at me breathless.
"yes" he whispered breathless.
I slowly lower my mouth to his cock and take him in as i pump my head up and down in a fast pace.
His soft groans were music to my ears- his hands found my hair as he gripped his hold around them ans held them tightly.
I continue pumping my head up and down while massaging his balls.
"fuck, baby I'm so close" he groans as he starts thrusting his hips in my mouth.
I pull away and sit on his lap as he lets out a groan of frustration.
"baby" he whines. "yes, az?" i tease him. I'd never get bored of it. One of the two strongest illyrians to ever exist underneath me, whining and pleading me.
I line up his cock with my entrance as I sink down on him, letting out a loud moan. I'd never get used to his size. He was huge.
He groans as i ride his dick in a fast pace and run my hands through his abs and dark locks of hair.
"I'm close baby-" he says as i pull away completely, my cunt not squeezing him tight anymore.
He groans in disbelief.
"fuck! y/n I-" he tries but stops as soon as I run my nails through the tip of his wing.
His mouth hangs open as he turns red and his arms fall next to him.
"hm, you like that baby?" i tease him. He just stares at me, unable to even speak or nod at the amount of please he felt at one stroke.
I run my hands through his wings again as he moans underneath me and grows even more red than he already was.
"Aw, don't feel embarrassed baby, I love having you moaning underneath me" I smile as I sink down on his cock again while strocking his wings.
His back arches as he moans even louder than before while I grab his hands, pinning them on each side of his head.
I slowly ride him while i grab both of his hands in one of mine, placing them above his head, while my other hand strokes his wings.
He whines as he lets out a broken cry.
"do you want more, baby?" i grin, pecking his nose.
"please. please, more" he begs as i move faster, strocking his sensitive wings as i work over his cock.
I move faster on top of him as he cries out my name and scrunches his eyes together.
I can tell he's close so i pull away once again, stop teasing his wings and riding his cock.
He groans as his eyes fill with tears. I start moving slowly and running my hands up and down his wings again.
I can tell he's close to finishing.
"Don't cum Azriel." I say with a serious tone.
His eyes open wide, looking at me desperate.
"It's too much. Please. Please let me finish" he begs as tears escape his eyes. I almost give in but i still remember our conversation before this.
I think about it for a few seconds before telling him.
"Tell ne that you're perfect, Azriel." I grin.
"w-what?" he asks confused yet still overstimulated.
"Tell me that you're perfect" I repeat as I touch his wings in a way i knew would make him see stars.
He let out a loud moan as he says "I'm perfect. I'm perfect."
He cries out as I move faster riding his overly sensitive cock.
"and your hands, Azriel, what are they?" i ask as i move faster.
"Perfect- they're perfect and beautiful." he cries as tears run down his cheeks and moans as his mouth hangs open.
"well done baby, let go for me" i say as i move faster and run my hands through the most sensitive part of his wings.
His back arches as he let's out the loudest moan I've ever heard from him and spills his release inside me. His wings spread wide as his body relaxes.
His eyes are closed tightly, not able to open them because of how much he let go.
I lay beside him as i stroke his hair, trying to calm him down while i kiss his tears away. When he's calmed a little bit I go in the bathroom and clean myself up as i grab a wet cloth and go in our bedroom to clean him as well.
When I'm done I lay beside my beautiful boy who's still panting and breathing heavily.
He turns to look at me as he buried his head in my breasts. I run my hand through the muscles of his back and stroke his hair as i wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly.
After some minutes, when he has finally calmed down he wraps his arms around me as he lays on my chest.
I kiss his forehead as he mutters.
"I love you, y/n"
I smile and turn off the lamp on the table beside our bed as we both close our eyes.
Listen, babes, am I swallowing up these dom! Azriel fics? Absolutely. But I completely believe Az is a switch. Like some days he makes his mate cum until she is crying it's so good, and other times he is being edged by his queen and begging.
