ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ

: ̗̀➛ dom!wandanat x sub!fem!reader

summary: desperate times call for desperate measures. after you lose your job and your roommate in the same month, you find yourself scrambling to find a new job to continue paying your bills. you apply for anything—even positions you most definitely are not qualified for. you’re surprised when you get a scheduled interview at the M.R. law. it was easily the most popular, well-known law firm in all of new york city. little did you know that interview would change the course of your life and open up a whole new world you never knew you wanted to experience.

au/background: wandanat who are two pretentious, successful and domineering women in between submissives. you, being the innocent little thing you are, have only heard the term “bdsm” once or twice and never really understood what that world consisted of. however, you’re curious, eager and always open to trying new things. you are somehow, something wandanat have always been looking for…they just didn’t know it.

a/n: i’ve been dying to write a wandanat series for awhile, i just wasn’t sure what i wanted it to be! now i know there are a few very popular wandanat fics out there (which i love), so i hope you all can understand that some themes/attitudes/characterizations may be similar to those other series’s. please note: i’m not purposely trying to copy or replicate anybody else’s work!

! ! parts ! !

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one: mrs. romanoff will see you now

two: a whole new world; a kinky place you never knew

three: is it too much, detka?

four: when life gives you dominants

five: when life gives you dominants pt. 2

six: the world we’ve charted before

seven: a different kind of attitude

eight: happy accidents

! ! one shots ! !

— uncharted territory

! ! au thoughts/reqs ! !

one || two || three || four || five || six || seven || eight || nine || ten

Masterlist 2.0

Since I have started broadening my writing horizons I feel that a new masterlist would be appropriate for the occasion! Let me know if you have any trouble with links. Hope you all enjoy!!

Notice: All Y/N characters in my writing are black, but anyone can interact with my posts!

*=smut

Requests are: OPEN

~MCU Masterlist~

Here!

~Formula 1~

Charles Leclerc

Red Braids (CL16 x Black Fem!Reader)

Upgrade U (CL16 x Black Fashionista!Reader)

Mon Bourdon (CL16 x Black Driver!Reader)

Mick Schumacher

To Love and Be Loved Without Even Knowing It series (MSC47 x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader)

Part 1: Meet Cute Part 2: Everyone Knows Part 3: Friends to Lovers

Part 4: First Date*

Daniel Ricciardo

Prettiest Smile in the Paddock* (DR3x Black!Reader-iamsamiira face claim)

One Day (DR3 x Black Driver!Reader)

On Display* (DR3 x Younger!Reader-Taylor Russell face claim)

Max Verstappen

Repeat That* (MV1 x Black Content Creator!Reader-Halle Bailey face claim)

Be My Baby* (prequel for Repeat That) (MV1 x Black Content Creator!Reader-Halle Bailey face claim) {LATEST WORK}

Oscar Piastri

Girl Almighty (OP81 x Black Driver!Reader)

Lando Norris

Valentine (LN4 x Hamilton!Reader)

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potter-barnes-rowaelin

1 year ago

more than friends + lando norris x part six

In which your best friend wants to help you so you get more sexual experience, but he discovers quickly that he never wants to share you and your new sexual experience with others.

masterlist - playlist

warnings: smut with a plot or a plot with smut? :) minors dni! i never proofread so probably grammar or spelling errors

requested: yes, based on: something with a driver sister that’s still a virgin & lando (her bestfriend) suggests to teach her things (ofc pretending for it to bot mean anything), while he’s actually in love with her

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

The dinner is going on and on. Normally you like the dinners with the McLaren team, but tonight you can’t seem to focus on everything that’s happening around you. Lando isn’t seated close to you, causing you to consistently stare at him. Oscar however is sitting next to you. He’s nice and polite, but also a bit too shy to have a fun conversation with right now. You couldn’t stop yourself, you have had a couple more drinks then you would normally take. You try to talk it right for yourself, but all your excuses are made because of Lando. Instead of doing the smart thing and to order a water or a soda, you order another cocktail when the waiter asks you for your drink order. Oops?

You notice how Oscar is sending you a confused look when the waiter walks away. He seems even more confused when he notices how empty your glass is compared to his - the both of you ordered at the same time and your drink was stronger. You hope Oscar doesn’t speak up about it, but you’re quick to let go of that hope when Oscar starts to talk.

“Everything allright?” Oscar asks you.

You show him a simple nod as a reply.

“Do I need to switch places with Lando?” Oscar asks you with a small smile, “I understand if I’m a bit boring tonight, but I’m exhausted from the race.”

“Oh no!” You quickly reply, “I just can’t focus on anything tonight, it haves nothing to do with you. Sorry if you thought so.”

“Maybe that’s because you’re drinking a bit much for someone who wants to focus?” Oscar jokes.

You let out a soft laugh. “You’re right,” you agree, “I don’t even know why I’m doing that.”

“Normally you don’t drink this much,” Oscar adds.

“I know,” you agree again, Oscar knows you better then you thought, “I’m just in the mood I guess.”

“Nothing is wrong?” Oscar asks you.

“Why would anything be wrong?” You ask back.

“Maybe something is causing you to drink this much?”

“Oh no,” you quickly say, “I’m fine.”

Oscar takes a look at you. “Did something happen between you and Lando?” He asks you eventually, “You keep staring at him.”

Fuck are you that obvious? Before you can answer anything, you see Lando coming closer to the two of you. He takes place in the seat next to you, apparently someone left the chair empty for a bit. Lando presses a kiss against your cheek. You almost jump up when he does so. Since when are you doing this in public?

“Hi babygirl,” Lando softly says.

He isn’t soft enough. Oscar almost jumps out of his chair to start asking questions. “Are you two finally dating?” Oscar is quick to ask, “I knew there was something between you two!” He adds enthusiastically. Fuck, how are you supposed to react to questions like this?

“We’re not dating,” Lando tells Oscar.

“In a relationship? Even better,” Oscar reacts.

“Still friends,” you eventually say to Oscar.

The words pain you. You can’t shake off the feeling of wanting to be in a relationship with Lando. Would it be such a weird idea? Oscar apparently thinks it’s pretty normal. By the way he talked about it, it even seemed like he was waiting for it.

“Oh fuck sorry,” Oscar mutters a bit ashamed, “I just thought so because Lando kissed your cheek and called you babygirl.”

“It’s the alcohol,” Lando quickly says to excuse his moves.

+++

When you’re finally in the club, you’re quick to find the dance floor. You’re dancing with a couple team members from McLaren. Lando is standing on the sidelines, he’s too busy watching you. Oscar is standing next to him. Lando doesn’t pay attention to the words of his teammate. All of his focus is on you.

He’s completely focused on you and the dress you’re wearing. It’s unfair how good you look tonight. It causes him to want you on top of him, or under him, or to spread your legs for him so he can pull out another orgasm from you. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t care in which position you are. Lando wants you close to him right now so everyone can see that the beautiful girl on the dance floor belongs to him. Only you don’t. Fuck. Why don’t you belong to him? He really needs to change that soon.

“There’s really nothing going on between you and Y/N?” Oscar asks him.

“No,” Lando quickly states.

“So you won’t mind if my friend asks her on a date?” Oscar continues to ask.

Lando almost drops his drink onto the floor when Oscar asks him that god awful question. His head is filling up with questions. Which friend from Oscar wants to date you? Would you date that friend? He sighs.

“Who?” He eventually asks Oscar.

“Logan,” Oscar answers him.

Logan? Does Logan even know you? Do you even know him? Lando starts to wonder if he ever saw the two of you talk. Would you say yes if Logan asked you onto a date? Fuck. Why didn’t he thought about this before? Of course there’s someone around who wants to date you. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why is this happening?

“Do they even know each other?” Lando sneers. He can’t help himself.

“Kinda, they talked a couple races ago when Logan DNF’ed. She really helped him back then.”

“Fuck,” Lando mutters, he can’t hold it back anymore.

Oscar laughs. “That says enough,” he tells Lando.

“No,” Lando quickly mutters, “I mean if he wants to he should, you know.”

Oscar lets out a sigh, “Lando just be honest, you like her so you don’t want anyone else to date her. Why aren’t you telling her?”

Lando doesn’t answer that question. He watches how you dance and take a sip from your drink. When he watches the people around you, it doesn’t surprise him that a lot of guys seem to be looking at you. Then he is quick to realize that Logan isn’t his problem, there will always be someone who wants to date you. The problem stays that you aren’t his. How is he ever going to fix this mess? What if you meet someone else? Someone who can offer you everything you want. What if he loses the bond between you two when you start to date someone else? He can’t stand by the sideline while watching you have a relationship with another guy. He really needs to fix this.

It doesn’t surprise Lando when he sees Logan coming closer to you. Apparently he is here as well. It’s normal after a race that a lot of the drivers are clubbing, so this shouldn’t surprise him. But still, it stings. It stings even more when he sees you talking to Logan full enthusiasm, when Logan takes you into a hug Lando watches away. He can’t see this.

“You’re an idiot,” Oscar sighs.

“I know,” Lando mutters, “and you don’t even know the worst parts.”

“What are those?” Oscar asks curiously.

Lando knows that it’s a secret what’s happening between you two, but he also knows that Oscar will keep it that way. Right now he needs some advise from someone. Oscar can probably give him some. He’s in a good relationship, right? The alcohol makes him no longer question it, before he realizes it he is confessing to Oscar.

“The short version is that we’re fucking,” Lando confesses, “or not fucking, but doing a lot of other sexual things. Probably having sex soon.”

This time it’s Oscar who almost drops his drink. He lets out a laugh. “And you’re still doubting if she likes you?” He asks Lando. “Fuck man, you’re stupid. Why would she do those things with you if she isn’t interested into you?”

“Because she wants sexual experience,” Lando explains.

“But why with you? She could find anyone else.”

“I offered,” Lando confesses.

“Still the same question Lando, she chose to do so with you.”

Lando doesn’t reply anymore. He watches Logan and you again. The two of you are dancing. Lando can’t watch it, but he can’t take his eyes off you. Logan is looking like he wants to be as close to you as he can manage. Fuck, this should be him. Why isn’t Lando dancing with you right now? He sighs. Without saying anything to Oscar he walks up to Logan and you. Oscar lets out a chuckle when he sees Lando walking towards you. He doesn’t tell Lando that he already told Logan that it was a dumb idea to ask you for a date since you’re way too close with Lando. Oscar realizes it that this can be the push Lando needs. And who’s he to not give his teammate that much needed push?

“Can we go back to the hotel?” Lando asks you when he’s standing in front of you.

He notices that Logan takes a small step away from you, giving you a bit more space. You are quick to look worried at him.

“Back to the hotel?” You ask Lando a bit confused.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling well,” he tells you.

“What’s the matter?” You’re quick to ask him.

“Just a bit too much alcohol,” Lando lies. He doesn’t confess that he isn’t feeling well because he keeps noticing all the attention you get from boys. You send him another worried look and get closer to him.

“Let’s get back to the hotel then,” you tell him.

“I’m sorry if I’m ruining your night,” Lando says apologetic. He almost feels ashamed for himself, but he can’t help his actions right now. He needs you for his self. He wants nothing more then to lay in bed with you right now and to cuddle up against you.

“Oh it’s fine,” you quickly say.

Then suddenly Logan starts to meddle in the conversation. He sounds a bit unsure when he talks. “I uh, I can also bring you back to the hotel?” He suggests, “If you want to stay longer of course.”

“Oh that’s really sweet of you Logan,” you say.

Lando feels himself getting frustrated. Who does Logan think he is by suggesting this? He doesn’t think about his next actions. He just acts.

“We share the hotel room and I have only one pass,” Lando sneers, “So you can’t.”

You look confused at Lando. Why is he acting like this? Doesn’t he see that Logan is trying to help? Since when can Lando be this rude?

“Oh I didn’t know,” Logan quickly says, “I just wanted to help.”

“That’s unnecessary,” Lando quickly states. You quickly take a step closer to Logan. You don’t realize that you’re standing in front of Lando while doing so. Lando does realize that.

“It’s really sweet of you Logan,” you say again, “but I’ll get back with Lando. Enjoy the rest of your night.” To give your words a bit more power you give Logan a quick hug. When Lando sees it he almost loses his mind. He doesn’t even say goodbye to Logan - or anyone else, and is quick to drag you with him towards the exit of the club.

When he is standing in the cool night air, he starts to feel ashamed for his actions. He barely dares to look at you right now. Fuck, what are you thinking about him now? You are probably really annoyed with him at this moment. And he gets it.

“What’s wrong with you Lando? Logan only tried to help,” you say annoyed.

Lando doesn’t reply at first. He can only let out a small scoff. Of course you’re siding with Logan right now.

“You acted really rude,” you add annoyed.

“Of course, side with Logan,” he sighs annoyed, “give me even a bigger headache right now.”

You let out a sigh. “You’re acting crazy,” you tell Lando frustrated.

Lando doesn’t reply anymore. He knows that you’re right, but he doesn’t want to tell you that right now. Unsure he grabs your hand, he interlaces his fingers into yours. He smiles when he notices that you’re not pulling away from him, but repeat his movement and give his hand a soft squeeze.

After a short taxi ride, Lando and you are quick to find your way into the hotel bed. You have changed into a shirt from Lando and are laying next to him in the bed. Lando pulls you closer to himself. He wants nothing more then to hold you right now. He needs to know that you’re still his. Maybe not officially, but it feels like it right now. You’re quick to press your body against Lando as a response to his movements.

“You should apologize to Logan,” you softly state after a bit of comfortable silence, “He only tried to help.”

“He tried to get in to your pants,” Lando scoffs annoyed. He is quick to feel frustrated once again, why are you starting about Logan? Do you even realize why he wanted to bring you back to the hotel? Do you even know that Logan wants more from you?

“Lan,” you sigh annoyed, “now you’re just exaggerating.”

“I’m not,” Lando quickly replies.

You move yourself a bit away from Lando. You sit up into the bed so you can look at Lando.

“You are,” you tell him while sending him an angry glance, “not everyone who’s nice to me is trying to get into my pants.”

“But he was!” Lando exclaims with a raised voice.

“Why?” You ask annoyed.

“Because Oscar told me he wants to date you,” Lando confesses.

“So? That doesn’t mean he’s trying to get into my pants.”

“Y/N,” Lando sighs, “He is. Believe me on this one.”

“Even if he is, why do you care?” You ask. You can’t help yourself from questioning it. Why does it seem like Lando cares this much about Logan wanting to date you and maybe wanting to have sex with you? It gives you hope that Lando maybe slightly returns your feelings. Could that be possible? It seems like a plausible reason.

“I uh,” Lando stutters a bit, he doesn’t know what to say. “I uh, I just want to be your first with someone who cares about you,” he eventually says. That is a good reason right?

“Are you afraid that you won’t be my first anymore?” You ask confused.

Lando doesn’t know what to say at first. He realizes that you’re more then right. He wants to be your first.

“Maybe,” he eventually confesses.

“Don’t,” you tell him.

“Don’t?”

“You’ll still be my first,” you tell him, “I trust you and want it to be with you. But..”

“But?” Lando asks.

“But you still need to apologize to Logan, otherwise I’ll find someone else,” you joke.

“Fucking hell,” Lando mutters. Annoyed he grabs his phone from his nightstand. While searching for Logan his contact, he also pulls you closer to him. You lay down onto his chest, watching on his phone screen with him. You see Lando searching for Logan his contact on his phone, when he finds it he’s quick to type a message.

Lando: Hey Logan, sorry for my behavior tonight. I understand now that it was a bit rude, you were only trying to be nice. Sorry again.

You smile when Lando hits send. After that he quickly puts his phone away again. All of his attention is on you again. He doesn’t have to do anything else to get your attention. You’re quick to move closer to him and press your lips onto his. The kiss was meant innocent, but Lando is quick to turn it into a make out session.

Lando grabs your ass. Softly he squeezes it a couple times.

“Maybe you can also apologize to me?” You ask him playfully.

“And how would you like me to do that babygirl?” Lando asks you.

“Hmm,” you say, “I think I need a bit more experience with getting orgasms.”

Lando shows you a grin. He is quick to find his way into your string with his fingers. Slowly he draws circles onto your clitoris. You’re quick to let out a moan. Lando moves himself in the bed, he throws the blankets onto the ground while doing so. Before you know it he’s pressing kisses against your private parts through your string.

“Don’t tease,” you mutter.

Lando decides to give you what you want this time. He’s quick to pull of your string. He lowers his body to gain access to your pussy with his mouth. Again he presses soft kisses against it. You reward his movements with another soft moan. Something that makes Lando groan from eagerness. Then he thinks about something else to do. He removes his mouth from your pussy and replaces it with his fingers.

“Ever heard of the sixty-nine position?” He asks you. You show him a small nod. “Interested?” Lando asks further.

“Yes,” you state.

Lando removes his fingers from your pussy. He lays down onto the bed next to you.

“Get your cute butt to my face,” he orders you.

“Won’t I suffocate you?” You ask confused.

“No babygirl,” Lando replies, “and otherwise I’ll die from a happy death.”

You laugh and do what he asks. Slowly you move yourself onto Lando. He isn’t as patience as you, Lando grabs your hips and drags you on top of him. In the mean time you pull down Lando his shorts. His boner is quick to break free from it, it slaps against his stomach. You caress it with your fingers. You trace the thick vein laying on top of it, before lowering your face towards it. You try to remember what Lando told you the first time. Slowly you lick around it to make it a bit wet.

“Fuck babygirl,” Lando grunts.

After saying those words he presses his mouth into your pussy. He slowly licks onto your clit. In the mean time he let his hands find your breasts. He kneads them. You focus yourself on his dick. Carefully you take it inside of your mouth. You let your head bob on it. While blowing him you try to suck as much as you can manage. The part that doesn’t fit in your mouth is quickly into your hand.

Lando increases his pace and is licking you fast. You let out a loud moan, Lando feels the vibrations from it around you dick. It makes him more eager to cause moans to fall from your lips.

It doesn’t take you long before you feel waves of pleasure over your body. You try to focus as much on Lando his dick as you can manage, but you notice that you’re becoming more sloppy. Lando also lets out a soft moan. You increase your pace. Lando his dick is pulsing and throbbing inside of your mouth. It makes you more eager to increase your pace even more.

Lando puts on of his fingers inside of your pussy. That’s all you needed. When he fingers you, he already feels your pussy clenching around his finger. He wonders how it’s going to feel around his cock. He wants nothing more then to find out how that feels.

Then you let yourself go. Lando is quick to follow your movements. You notice the salty taste from his cum in your mouth. Slowly you make a few other strokes on his dick while you suck him empty. Lando removes his mouth from your pussy, a few seconds later your remove your mouth from his dick as well.

“Fucking hell baby,” Lando groans.

You show him a small innocent smile while moving yourself off him. Lando is quick to grab your body and move you closely next to him. You let your head lay down onto his chest.

“Don’t use that innocent look on me,” Lando tells you, “because I now know for sure you’re not that innocent.”

You show him a small shy smile. It causes Lando to say even more.

“I can’t wait to find out how your pussy feels around my cock.”

“I’m ready for that,” you tell Lando shyly, “Maybe we can do that next time?”

“That sounds like a good plan.”

Then Lando realizes that he has never thought about what happened after that. When he takes your virginity, will that mean this thing between you two is also done? He realizes that he needs to think about that - and maybe ask you about it. But for now he focuses his attention onto you again. He presses a soft kiss against your forehead.

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potter-barnes-rowaelin

1 month ago

Chasing Starlight: Chapter 19

Pairing: Poly!Feysand x female!Reader

Summary: After Nyx’s birth, Feyre is seeking to ease her way back into her duties as High Lady and balance her time at the gallery with being a new mother. To ease her mind, she and Rhys have decided to hire a new nanny, who turns out to be far more than either of them had bargained for.

When I wake again, it’s with a steady roaring in my ears and a mind-numbing ache just behind my eyes.

I want to cry, but my stomach immediately rebels against the idea with a wave of nausea so severe I have to clench my teeth against it. I roll onto my side, curling as tightly as I can into a ball to wait for it to pass. A soft, cool hand presses against my forehead, the side of my face, and some of the nausea eases a little, just enough for me to ease my eyes open.

All I can see is the clear, cool blue of Feyre’s eyes. I drag my next breath in through my teeth in an attempt to stifle the ragged sob that tears itself from my throat anyway. The tears leaking down my cheeks are too hot and pitiful in a way that might make me resent them, if only I weren’t so exhausted. I feel like I took a tumble down the side of a mountain, from the way every muscle in my body burns.

“Oh, my dove,” she whispers, running her thumb over my cheek the way she might soothe Nyx after a bad night. “You’ll feel better soon.”

“Hurts,” I whimper, closing my burning eyes once more. Two brief, timid knocks at the bedroom door draw a deep, guttural snarl from my mate I’ve not heard before, and I reach for that unclaimed mating bond on instinct. It feels so thin and fragile, like it might rip if I tug too hard, but I don’t have the time to be gentle with it. I feel her cool, quick hands slipping beneath me, lifting my body like I weigh no more than the bird that’s become my namesake. I sag against her, shuddering with relief at the feeling of her skin on mine.

The contact doesn’t eliminate the pain, but it does help alleviate the ache in my chest. I bury my nose in her neck and inhale her lilac and pear scent, letting it sink in like a balm. She wasn’t here when I woke the first time, neither was Rhys, but I hadn’t truly been able to think of them then, to let myself worry. Not when the instinct to check on the babe was driving me so much harder. But now?

“Where’s Rhys?” I croak, trying to lift my head. It feels like there’s fire coursing through my veins instead of blood, and everything is so heavy. It hurts to move, to breathe.

“He’ll be home soon, love.”

“And you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, everyone else is fine.” There are two more knocks at the door, louder this time before the door swings open, and a sudden burst of raw power shakes the foundation of the house on the heels of Feyre’s furious snarl. The scent of her raw magic is overwhelming, a tempest of icy shadows and seawater and starlight that sets jagged claws into something deep within my mind and pulls, as if to rip it from me. I scream, and I don’t know if it’s from the shock of it or the pain that rolls through my mind like a protective barrier, but it comes with an agony I have not known before.

The roar in my ears swells, its pitch sharpening as my vision bleeds to white, and the last thing I feel is the lip of a cold, glass bottle being shoved between my lips before everything is blissfully blank once more.

I’m lost in that wine-dark sea again, but this time there is no starlight to keep me company. There is only the cold and the darkness threatening to devour me. I twist between the waves, looking everywhere for a source of light, a thread to follow home but there’s nothing. Nothing. I don’t know how I’m supposed to exist in this endless expanse of nothing.

Perhaps this is simply a battle I’m not meant to win.

I allow the current to take me, to pull me down deeper until I come to rest on something soft that folds up around me like a cocoon. Whispers of safe flow around me in a voice so similar to my mother’s that I almost look around for her. Safe, safe, safe. She’d always been trying to protect me, hadn’t she? When I was little, she’d warn me not to run too far or climb too high. In most of my memories, she’s always hovering on the periphery, watching with pursed lips and shaking hands.

I hadn’t understood her fear then, not even when I began work as a nanny did I understand it. Now I think I might.

“You always do once you have babes of your own,” my mother’s voice says, echoing through the darkness around me like a siren’s call. “They show you how vulnerable you are, how fragile life can be. It’s easy to know fear once you are a mother.”

“I am not a mother,” I reply, fighting the rising tide of bitterness I have always refused to allow to overtake me. Images of Nyx come to me in waves, memories of his gummy smile and vibrant twilight blue eyes, but I bat them away with a lump in my throat. It’s true, I don’t believe I would love him more if I’d given birth to him, but I’m not his mother. “I never will be.”

“How definitive that word is,” the voice muses. “Never. It leaves no room for chance or miracles, there’s no possibility in the face of never. Isn’t that lonely, love?”

“Lonely?” The laugh breaks from me before I can swallow it: a cold, hollow thing, a reflection of a wound I’ve nursed in silence for many years. “I am alone, I have been alone for so long that I don’t know how to be anything else. I found my mates, my mates, most High Fae don’t ever dream of meeting their own and I have two that I don’t know how to love.”

“You know how to love, little fox. Your heart has always been much too large to be contained, you spill a little of it everywhere you go-”

“That may have been true once,” I acknowledge, curling in on myself, “then my family burned around me, and someone told me to run so I did. I ran as fast and as far as I could get, and I swore I’d never lose anyone else. And I haven’t. You can’t lose people you don’t love, and I haven’t truly loved anyone until-”

Until now. The darkness bearing my mother’s voice is mercifully silent, leaving me there in the dark and the cold to think and to grieve. I had a family once, I had a father and brothers- no, that had been a lie, hadn’t it? I’d had a mother, though, a mother who had sacrificed everything she had to hide me. If I think about her long enough, I can remember the sense of illness and exhaustion that clung to her like so much sludge, weighing her down in spite of her spirit and her work ethic. It had chased her to her grave, hadn’t it? I’d never questioned the sickness as a child, she’d been a healer, I thought…but the image of her staring at me from Eris’s side burns so clearly before me, of him feeding me the potion that would bind my magic for centuries. How much of her own magic that must have taken, to create a spell- no, a curse that would render me nearly useless for the entirety of my life.

Powerless, docile, a threat to no one.

Who could I possibly have been such a threat to that I needed to be hidden away? With only a trickle of healing magic…a trickle I have not touched in a very long time. Magic poisoning had been one of the first lessons we learned as novice healers; our magic is as intrinsic to us as the blood flowing through our veins, we are taught never to neglect it for a reason. Is this…is this my fault, did I do this? I hold up my hand and try to summon it, to draw even the slightest bead of magic, but all that rushes forward is a burning ache that is quickly smothered by the cold, merciful darkness.

A darkness so unlike the one I’ve been stranded in, one that glimmers with hints of starlight. It floods into the space, too expansive to be contained. Whatever had wrapped itself around me flakes away on a cool, pine-kissed breeze, and the stars burst to life in its absence.

“There you are.” This voice is dark and rich, so lovely I want to weep, and it’s close. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Rhys?” I ask, rising onto my knees as I search for him in the starlight. “Are you here? I can’t see you.”

Please don’t let this be all there is of him, please don’t let this be a cruel trick of my memory, please I…I don’t want to be left alone anymore. I’m tired of the endless darkness and searching. I want to live, I want to be happy, I…I don’t want to die here, cold and alone. I want to live.

“I’m right here,” the voice whispers in my ear, and it comes with strong arms that pull me flush against a warm, familiar body until I’m surrounded by the scents of citrus and lilac and something like an orchard in the rain. “You’re not alone, darling, we’d never leave you alone. We’re right here, you’re safe.”

“Am I? I feel so sick, Rhys, I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”

“We’re figuring it out, dove, I promise. Mor retrieved a healer from Dawn, one of Thesan’s best, and she's working with Madja on a cure. None of us have seen magic poisoning that behaves like this before, it’s hard to treat.”

“What do you mean?”

“Typically, you would want to drain the excess magic off in some way, your body should want to release it. But with yours, there’s a sort of substance coating it, like an oil. Every time there’s an attempt to drain off your magic, it surges forward and creates a barrier-”

“Just as my mother intended,” I muse, running my fingertips along the arm wrapped around my shoulders. Instead of soft skin, I’m surprised to feel smooth scales and downy feathers, something more akin to a beast than the male I’ve been sharing a bed with. But he’s warm and he smells the same, so I suppose the presentation doesn’t matter much.

“What do you mean?” He asks slowly, carefully, like perhaps he might be afraid of where this answer will lead us. Maybe I should be as well. “Dove?”

I deliberate for a moment, weighing the words carefully in my mind, then the back of a cold talon trails down the side of my face and that’s all it takes for me to tell him everything. From falling stars to the dark cabin hidden away in the forests of Autumn, it sounds like little more than a fever dream, but I know what I saw; I even told him about the ball of light that led me there and the vial I drank from that tasted like the heart of a storm. Rhys listens to my story in complete silence, and once it’s done we watch the stars dance around us the way we had that night in the tub. I wish we could do this every night, and when I say as much he simply holds me tighter.

“We can,” he says quietly. “We can, every night, once we get out of here-”

“Can’t we stay?” I ask, resting my heavy head against his arm. “It’s so peaceful here.”

“No, darling, we can’t. No one else can get here, not even Feyre. This place is very deep within your mind, it’s not safe for you to have other people here.”

“But you’re here.”

“I’ve been doing this for a long time, you know. Almost as long as I’ve been alive. The mind has a myriad of ways it can present: some are fortresses, others are more akin to open fields with rabbit warrens to hide their secrets. None of them are impossible to navigate if you know what to look for and where to apply pressure. You’ve been swimming through an ocean into dark chasms designed to swallow you up, little dove, but that’s not what your mind chose to show me.”

“What does it look like to you?”

“Our home, filled with books and portraits of your memories. Everywhere I looked had little traces of you: the faintest whiff of your scent like you just left the room, or a blanket on the couch that was still warm. All good signs that you were still there, if I could figure out where to look. But the further I walked, the colder it got, and it felt like I was walking into rooms you hadn’t touched in years. There were cobwebs and dust covering the books, and all of the portraits were so faded I could barely make sense of them. I thought to go back and start at the beginning, then I heard your voice on the other side of a door I hadn’t noticed, tucked away behind some stairs. Did you have a door like that growing up?”

“I don’t remember,” I croak. My voice is harder to summon than it had been before. “There’s a lot of my life I don’t remember, Rhys, and I don’t even know if forgetting is a choice I made anymore.”

The stars are beginning to wink out one by one, taking whatever warmth they brought with them as they go. It feels like a warning.

“I don’t know, love, we can try to find out. You have to come with me, though. We need to leave.”

“I’m too tired. Just go, I’ll come later-”

“If you stay here, you will die. This place is the deepest part of your mind, but it isn’t safe for you to stay for long, and it sounds like you’ve spent quite a bit of time here already.” His words are gentle, but the urgency in them feels like a shock to something vital within me, and I lift my head from his arm. It feels too heavy to hold up, but I fight the urge to lay it back down. “Let me take you back with me, love, let me take you home. Feyre and Nyx are there, they miss you. Don’t you want to see them?”

“I do,” I mumble, and he lifts me into his arms like it’s as easy as breathing. Perhaps for him it is, I don’t know, but when he carries me through the door he’d described, I feel the weight of my body crashing into me again. The pain is absolutely unbearable. I don’t know when I begin screaming, but it tells me that I’m still alive. Another bottle is poised at my lips and I suck the contents down willingly, hoping it will put an end to the fire coursing through my veins.

The burning goes on and on until the potion works through my bloodstream, cooling everything it touches like a minty kiss. The moment my tight, aching muscles relax and I can take a true breath, I become aware of the cool rag against my brow, delicately dabbing away the sweat with the care one might give a precious crystal vase. Lilac and pear carried on a night breeze, those are the scents that flood my senses. My mates, both of them, are here with me. I’m not alone.

You will not be alone, sweetheart. Feyre’s voice wraps around my mind like a blanket of thin silk, and I hum, gingerly shifting onto my side, making sure I’m comfortably settled before I allow my eyes to flutter open. There’s no light beyond the open windows, another day gone. How many days have I missed? The sheets beneath me are cool and clean, and the linen nightgown is new. The air filtering into the room is cold and refreshing, tinged with the first brush of winter’s chill. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi,” I mumble, focusing first on the pale, tattooed hand smoothing my hair back.

“How are you feeling?”

“Mmhh,” I groan, shaking my head. “Not…not great, but better.”

“Better is good,” Feyre says weakly and I follow the line of her arm to gaze up at her lovely, angular face. Her pursed lips are pale and bitten, the slope of her shoulders seem to bear the weight of the world on them. I wriggle and flail until she realizes what I’m doing and helps me to sit up, reclined against a pile of pillows. Even this small shift feels like it was a great effort, but I think I’ve slept enough. I run my hand along Feyre’s arm until it rests on the curve of her neck. I can feel her pulse beneath my fingers, strong and steady.

“What did the healer say?”

“Don’t worry about it now.” Her words are gentle, intended to ease my anxiety, but I shake my head slowly. I need to know. “We sent word to Helion, he’s coming in a few days to see if he can help Rhys break the spell binding your magic, from there…from there, we can see how much of the internal damage is permanent. For now, you will rest and drink the potions the healers bring.”

“I don’t think it’s going to work,” I murmur as my hand falls back to my lap. “You may want to reach out to Eris, he was there when it happened.”

“Eris?” she asks slowly, her nose wrinkling as she turns the information over in her mind. “I didn’t think he was capable of magic like that.”

“He’s not, my mother was. I don’t know the nature of their relationship, not really, but I saw…I don’t know what I saw. I’d like the opportunity to ask him about it, though. He should have some of the answers we’ll need and, more than that, there are things I think I…I think I need to know.” What their relationship was, what they saw in me as a newborn that was so dangerous it needed to be hidden so thoroughly, who my…who my father truly is. I think of the male who raised me, the brothers who had not truly been my brothers, and my heart aches at the elaborate lie they’d all agreed to tell.

I need to know why.

“Will you tell me about it when you’re ready?” Feyre’s fingers trail down the side of my face and I look back to her, nodding slowly. Vague wisps of memories of the night this mess began floated through my mind, and I think of the cold, terrible fog that had flooded over the house and pressed against the glass like it was searching for a way in.

“Feyre?”

“Yes, love?”

“That fog…” I stop speaking when her face darkens and reach for her hand instead.

“It was terrible, dove, but Rhysand and Azriel have the matter in hand. It took us a while to pinpoint the source, but the protective shield around the city activated to keep it contained, so there weren’t…issues beyond the city walls. It was an old magic that hasn’t been seen since the disappearance of the Dusk Court being wielded by someone it was never meant to come to. Admittedly, I don’t know much about it, Rhys has been overseeing the interrogation while I’ve been here with you. We’ll discuss it later, love. We’re all safe now.”

“I suppose that’s all that matters,” I tell her with a shrug. Honestly, I’m happy to leave ruling the territory to those who are far more suited to it. When I open my mouth to inquire about our missing mate, the handle on the bedroom door turns with a click and we both turn to see him slipping through it. It’s a relief to see Rhys dressed comfortably in loose linen pants and an open wool cardigan, broadcasting his intentions to spend the night in. It’s the sight of the babe curled in the crook of his arm, pressed snugly against his father’s chest that eases something deep within me, a knot of anxiety I hadn’t really been conscious of.

The three people I love most are safe.

Feyre moves to sit with her side flush against mine, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I lean into her side- sag into it, really. I’m already so tired. Rhys settles on the edge of the bed beside us, his knees brushing against Feyre’s as he leans in to wordlessly place Nyx in my arms. There’s something unsettled in his expression I’ll ask about later, but the babe sniffling against my collarbone steals my attention. His fluffy, dark hair smells freshly washed, like the soap Mor always picks up for him during her shopping trips, and I can’t help but nuzzle my nose into it. Feyre’s free hand slips beneath his little wings to rub his back in slow, soothing circles, and Rhys rests his hands on our legs, giving us all a moment to connect.

To breathe each other in.

“I love you,” I murmur against the crown of Nyx’s head between featherlight kisses. I lift my burning eyes to look at his parents, my mates, and take a deep breath before I continue. “All three of you. I love you, I…I’m sorry I haven’t really said it before, not the way I’ve wanted to, but I do. I love you and I want you and this…and I’m so sorry-”

Rhysand leans in to kiss me then: slow and chaste and full of promise. The moment he pulls back, Feyre ducks down to take a kiss of her own, one that leaves me floating and more than a little breathless as she nuzzles her nose against my cheek. No words flow between us, but there's no doubt in my mind that the moment I'm well enough to do so, we'll be consummating this mating bond. I don't ever want to let them go.

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potter-barnes-rowaelin

2 years ago

Little Valkyrie (Azriel x reader)

summary: You’ve wanted Azriel forever. So how do you respond when he accidentally walks in on you in the bath reading a smutty romance novel?

warnings: smut!

After sparring for hours on the roof of the House of Wind with Cassian and Azriel, the only thing in the world I wanted was a melt-your-skin-off steaming bath with a glass of wine and the newest smutty novel Nesta gave me to borrow this morning. Sighing, I stripped my leathers off as quickly as possible. My muscles ached. I lit a few candles and poured some jasmine-scented soap into the bath as the water roared, bubbles creating a plush layer over the borderline boiling water.

Stepping in one foot at a time, I nearly moaned in relief as I sank deeper, bubbles almost to my chin. The water loosened my tense muscles as I leaned back in the huge clawfoot tub, letting my hair drape over the lip of the ceramic basin. I lifted the book, turning to the chapter I left off on. I had started the book today before sparring, stopping before what I knew was a particularly spicy chapter. I didn’t want to go into sparring all riled up, but would much rather read it alone where I could take care of myself when those feelings overwhelmed my senses. Or else I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t jump Azriel’s bones right in the middle of a training session.

My cheeks heated just at the thought of the spymaster. He had no clue I had such a huge crush on him. I hoped. At least I told myself that to ease some of the embarrassment of being so utterly captivated by someone so unattainable. I was one of the Valkyrie, yes, but most certainly not close enough to Azriel to assume he’d ever pay me any mind. He had other more important things to worry about, I was sure.

I hummed as I read the next chapter, the scene heating in a way that made my blood pump faster. My skin felt like it was tightening as I began to squirm, the scene overtly erotic. I pretended not to pay mind to the fact that the male I was picturing in the story just so happened to be a certain towering shadow-ridden Illyrian. I pressed my thighs together at the thought of him, his weight pressing down on me, his mouth exploring my body.

A fierce and quick knock at my door sounded before it was opening and I panicked, sitting up quickly sending a wave of water and bubbles splashing onto the marble flooring as I attempted to keep my book as dry as physically possible, horrified by the idea of ruining the pages. A tall, slender figure walked into my room, head swiveling at the sound of my clamoring. My room in the House of Wind had an open floor plan that had an archway that opened to the grand bathroom, cursed with no bathroom door. Usually, I am delighted by this feature, but right now not so much.

Hazel eyes met mine and I let out a small yelp. Oh so incredibly slowly, the corner of his full mouth curved upwards in a feline smirk. I wanted to disappear. Gods, this couldn’t be happening. No way was this real. I slipped in the tub and hit my head or something, surely.

“Azriel???” I shrieked out, trying to cover myself from his eyes, my cheeks so hot my body felt like it was on fire. But I didn’t tell him to get out.

He paused for a long moment, eyes set aflame with delicious deviance. Then he began to grin. His eyes caught on the smutty novel clutched in my hands.

“What are you reading there, little Valkyrie?” He purrs, taking one step closer to me with languid swiftness. A sudden roiling filled my gut as I realized he could probably smell how turned on I was. And how much more intense it got with his proximity.

“Battle tactics,” I say, tucking the book on the side of the tub opposite him so he couldn’t see the erotic romance cover. But then of course he’d probably already taken note of it much before I had.

“Is that so?” He grinned at me like the devil, poised to strike a dark bargain. And my god, did I want to shake his hand and seal my fate. “I had come to bring you the water bottle you left up at the House, but now I’m invested in these battle tactics. Care to share?”

I swallowed hard, my mouth opening but no sound came out. I scrambled to find the words for a witty response. Azriel prowled closer to me, eyes never leaving mine. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as my heart pounded. He was at the side of the tub much too quickly and I was so distracted by his nearness that I didn’t anticipate his plan as he quickly swiped the book from my hands.

“HEY-” I yelled out, moving to stand up to grab it back, but quickly noticed just how naked I was. He chuckled, knowing I could only steal the book back from him if I exposed my naked body to him as well. Which I was not ready to do. He made me so nervous. He moved to the vanity, swiftly hopping up to perch on the sink, legs hanging off. He opened to the bookmarked page, his face triumphant.

His eyebrows shot up, eyes flicking over to me as he devoured the words on the page. I chewed my nails, feeling so embarrassed I was close to tears. But I was also thrilled at his closeness and attention.

“Battle tactics, indeed, little Valkyrie.” He purred, continuing to read. And I swear, something shifted about his scent. A thrill ran up my spine at the thought. “Definitely much to take notes on.”

“I’ve found I learn best by demonstration,” I say, unsure of where the sudden burst of confidence came from. But I decided then that I wanted him, and he was so clearly dangling himself in front of me like bait. So I decided I like to bite.

The shock is evident on his face but is quickly replaced with a wicked smile, full of the worst intentions. “As do I.” He sat the book behind himself, slowly lowering his body off the countertop as he surveyed me, waiting for silent permission to pounce, to devour his prey whole.

“I could use the practice,” I whisper, goosebumps racing across the surface of my skin, my senses heightened. A confirmation that I, too, wanted this.

His eyes darkened and his smile dropped as he quickly strode forward, plunging his arms into the bath, wrapping one around my back and the other underneath my bent knees. I screeched as he lifted me out of the water, flooding the floor and soaking himself as he pressed my naked body against his, bridal style.

He walked us to the bed, water and bubbles covering the both of us now. Before I could protest, he laid me back onto my bed, the water seeping into my blankets and sheets. But looking up at his gorgeous face, I couldn’t bring myself to care. He stood a step back, eyes raking and roaming over every inch of my body as if he wanted to memorize me.

“How long have you wanted me, sweet girl?” He asked. I almost scoff until I realize that he’s serious.

“Since I met you,” I admit, deciding not to play games. I was already so vulnerable underneath his erotic visual caresses.

“Was it me you were imagining? Reading in the bath, thinking about me doing all of those… dirty things to you?” He says, voice low and dark.

I nod slightly, blush blooming in my full cheeks. His hand lifts to caress the side of my face. He runs his thumb along my bottom lip, looking at me like I’m his last meal. My body feels like a livewire, skin buzzing and receptive to his touch.

“I’ve thought about it too,” he says breathily. “Though my thoughts may prove even dirtier.”

Before I can ask what he means, he leans forward, hands wrapping around the small of my waist as he lowers his lips to press a gentle kiss above my belly button, looking up at me as his lips touch my skin. My breath hitches, watching him in anticipation. Lifting his head again, he positions himself directly over me, hips pressing against me, my legs parted around his strong frame.

He stares into my eyes for a long moment as if trying to decipher me by looking inside them. His thumb strokes my cheek gently as I resist the urge to push my head into his hand and purr like a kitten. He will be my undoing. Every touch, every word, every look sets my very being on fire. Why did he have such a grip on me?

His hands roamed my body, my skin like clay under his touch, and he was the sculptor. My breathing quickened, my heart becoming a pounding hammer in my chest. His calloused and scarred hands starkly contrasted my soft and feminine surface. But he was much, much too clothed.

“I want to feel your skin against mine,” I whisper, hands running up his chest and down his leathered arms. He bends down to plant a slow and erotic kiss on my neck and moves to stand. My knees bent and legs hanging off the bed, I propped myself up on my elbows as I watched him reveal himself to me, bit by bit.

He shrugs his pants off, briefs going with them as he frees himself. My mouth goes dry. Cauldron boil me alive. He was huge. I wanted him so badly. He lowers himself to his knees, eyes in line with my knees, and gently wraps his hands around the underside of my calf, raising it so my leg was straight. He presses a deeply intimate and soft kiss to the side of my ankle.

“Aphrodite could not even sit at your table, my love,” He murmurs into my skin, slowly dropping my leg and standing between my knees, spread open for him.

I am practically panting with anticipation as his eyes lock with mine. I lift both my hands to reach for him as his hands find mine, both sets intertwining, fingers interlocking. He presses his weight slightly onto our conjoined hands, moving to lay on top of me again, knee pressing between my legs. The pressure makes me writhe, breathing heavier.

He lowers his perfect pink lips to mine, the feeling of them like velvet. He bites my lower lip, slowly dragging his teeth across it. My mouth opens for him and his tongue slides against mine, as he moans softly into my mouth, the sound almost a whimper. My back arches, pushing my chest closer to him, his nearness like a drug.

“What do you want?” He asks me, trying to drag words out of me.

“All of you,” I whine, wrapping my hands around his back to pull him closer to me, still not being near enough despite touching him. He groans in delicious approval.

"Ask me what I want."

"What do you want, Azriel?"

“I want to taste you,” he said, words breathy and needy. That sent a jolt right to the sensitive areas between my thighs.

“Please,” I begged, brows furrowed with want.

His response was to resume his attack on my neck with his mouth, pressing his hips down between mine harder, rocking against me slightly, and creating such wonderful friction had me throwing my head back, eyes rolling and a breathy moan falling from my lips. He hummed in response, the vibrations of his mouth against my skin sending goosebumps crawling across my skin. He continued his kisses, sliding down my body but being damn sure to take his time doing it. The anticipation was killing me, but gods his affection was glorious. He quite literally worshiped my body with his hands, tongue, and mouth. He reached the edge of the bed, planting one last slow kiss on my lower abdomen before he stood.

He gripped my hips and yanked me to the edge of the bed, a helpless yelp coming from me as he moves my body with such ease that it makes me lightheaded. He reaches forward and grips my neck underneath my jaw, gently pulling at me so I would sit up. The pout on my face is evident as his hand falls away from my neck. He chuckles at me, giving me a quick kiss before dropping down to his knees in front of me once more. Gods, the sight of him knelt before me sent a delicious chill up my spine. He was so unreasonably pretty. His hazel eyes dance as he looks up at me from under his thick lashes. He plants a kiss on both of my knees before pushing them apart, baring me to him. He let out a quiet groan at the sight of me, hand finding his painfully hard cock and providing some friction to ease the intense need that filled him. He gripped my throat again, pulling me down to meet his mouth. He kissed me intensely and sensually. Who was this male? Where had he been all my life?

He breaks away from our kiss, head twisting as he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around them, moaning as he continued to slowly pump himself. The sound had me arching for him, which had him chuckling again. He bites down softly on my nipple and I whimper, my pussy throbbing and desperate for him.

He switches to the other nipple, sucking and biting at it, raking incredibly explicit noises from me. Finally, he pulls back, his hair mussed from me lacing my fingers through it as I ground myself against him as much as I was able to. He pushes my knees apart further, putting a hand on the small of my back to pull me to the very edge of the bed. He lifted my feet one by one, placing them on the rails of the bed and leaving me entirely exposed to him. I moved to lay back but he bit my thigh. I cried out, looking at him incredulously.

“Keep looking at me.” It was a command, not a request. He was such a thrill. I obeyed, propping myself back up on my hands so I had a clear view of him. I gasped as he ran two fingers up my slit, gathering my wetness. And gods, was I wet for him. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, collecting all of me and letting out a deep moan at the taste of me. I felt myself growing continually wetter, my core aching for him.

“Azriel, please. I need you. Please touch me,” I whimpered, and I swear his eyes rolled back in his head at the sound. He turned his head and kissed my inner thigh before grinning back up at me. He leaned forward, eyes not leaving mine as he dragged the flat of his tongue all the way up my core, the feel of him such a relief I felt myself throbbing in anticipation of him.

He gave one more long lick before he went to work, suckling and swirling his warm and wet tongue against my clit as he eased one finger into me slowly. The glide of me had him desperate for any friction. He squeezed his cock with his free hand, begging himself to calm down so that this would last as long as possible. I bit my lip at the sight of him suckling at me, pleasuring himself to the taste and feel of me. I pressed my hips forward slightly, pressing his mouth harder into me. His eyes re-found mine in an instant and he hummed his approval as the hand that was on his cock moved to grip my hips, encouraging me to grind myself against him.

I was going to pass out. He was so sexy and I wanted him so badly and his tongue was quite literally cauldron-blessed. He added another finger then, pumping into me harder, dragging obscene moans from me. With every one of my moans, he hummed in return, sending vibrations to my clit and making me see stars. My head was swimming, sweat forming on my skin as he rode me to my high, my hands buried in his raven black hair and riding his face with fervor.

I came with a loud cry, my core squeezing around his fingers as he continued to pump into me, still sucking at my clit until it became painfully sensitive and I was squirming beneath him, and then he released me. He kissed the insides of both of my thighs, rising back up to his feet.

He placed the two fingers he had been pumping into me at my lips, pressing on my bottom lip so my mouth would open for him.

“Taste how well you did for me, little Valkyrie. You taste better than I ever dreamed,” he purred, pushing his fingers inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his fingers, his knees almost buckling as he groaned.

“I bet you taste even better,” I say, a devilish grin filling my face as I reach down for him. I grab his hip and pull him closer to me as I reach up to kiss him. Our tongues caress each other, exploring and devouring each other. I guide the tip of his cock through my folds. He glided against me with such ease he shuddered in reply with a string of murmured curse words.

“As tempting as having that pretty mouth wrapped around me sounds, I want you to ride me,” he panted, arms pressing into the bed on either side of me as I had a hand between us, rubbing him against myself. “Please.”

I wrapped myself around him, legs wrapping around his back. He lifted me, turning us and scooting back until he lay back on the bed with me on top of him. I leaned forward and sucked on his neck, his nails scraping down my back. I pushed my tongue in his mouth as I reached between us to line up his huge length with my entrance. I slowly sank down on him, a deep reverberating moan echoing through us both. He pulled me down onto his chest and kissed me slowly as he sat inside me not moving. Slowly, he pulled out and then rammed back into me. I whimpered into his mouth which earned a groan of approval from him. His mouth latched onto my nipple, swirling it on his tongue around me while I bounced on him. His hands roamed and praised my body with gripping and passionate touches.

He began to thrust up into me, meeting my own and creating a filthy, wet sound as we fucked each other with reckless abandon.

“You feel… so fucking good… FUCK…” He panted, hips still driving up to meet mine. I threw my head back in ecstasy, his hands rising to grip my breasts in his hands, squeezing roughly and kneading them between his huge hands.

“I could fuck you forever,” I gasp out.

“I’d beg on my knees for it,” he breathed, eyes shutting in pleasure, mouth open as he panted, nearing his climax as we continued with intense effort, both of us desperate to please the other. His thumb began to rub my clit as I slid up and down on his cock, making me throb around him, which sent him over his edge at the same time that I tumbled into mine.

We sang out in intense satisfaction, both coming together. He twitched inside me, cum dripping out of me from around his cock. I scooted downwards then, pulling him into my mouth and licking him clean as he groaned, hands laced in my hair.

“My filthy girl,” he purred to me, thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. I lifted my head, sitting up to look down at him. “You are dangerous. Now that I’ve had you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop wanting you.”

“Good.” I grinned down at him, planting a kiss on his abs as I climbed off the bed. He whined in protest.

I reached my hands out to him, and he sat up to grip them in his own. “You’re invited, don’t worry.”

A sly grin covered his face at my words. I walked over to my shower, opened the glass door, and flicked the shower on, allowing it to heat. When it was a good enough temperature, I dragged the shadowsinger in after me, giggling as the door closed behind him and he began to kiss me again. His hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me with alarming ease as my legs wrapped around his center. I felt him harden against me again, his head buried in my neck as he started to laugh.

“I warned you.”

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potter-barnes-rowaelin

1 year ago

Please please please do a carlos (fem receiving) anal in celebration for when he won Singapore

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem Reader

cw... anal, femrecieving, slight dom carlos, vauge relationship, deal, fingering, lube, condom, doggy, pet names, etc...

notepad... Thank you random person crazy he won again should I do a part two in Australia hehe. Totally helped, I wanted to do more dom but i truly can't see carlos being a mean dom. As for Hamilton I have some bdsm ideas. Literally have been obsessed with F1. I want to do something for Ollie Bearman for his debut but honestly not sure just for the idea that you know i write only smut.

Part Two

You were cheering in the crowd as you saw Carlos take the podium; you were nothing but the happiest. Carlos broke the red bull streak. It was nothing but the most important moment to exist. You took your headphones off and took a deep breath in.

“Vamos.” You could hear him cry out, and eventually he made it back to you, and you were smiling. He was covered in champagne. You handed him a towel and helped him dry.

“You did absolutely amazing.” You smiled as you brushed aside his wet hair, and he couldn't help but smirk. He grabbed you by the waist and stood there as others took pictures.

“El hotel ahora...” He whispered in your ear and smiled as you waved to the camera. You kissed his lips for the camera. “Thank you all!” He cheered, and you walked away with a smile and knew what was to come.

“FUCK!” You cried out as your face was on the pillows, your hands gripping the sheets from the absolute feeling of stretching. You weren’t sure if it was pain or pleasure, but you knew it felt weird. "Carlito, more lube, please.” You called out, and he pulled himself out slowly. He has been stretching you out for hours.

“Mi amor, you’ll be fine.” He whispered to you lovingly and squirted more lube into your asshole. There, he shoved himself slowly, and he was finally in. A loud moan left you with an abnormal feeling. “Ughhhh.” He let it out, as it was so tight and warm. This is all he has been wanting for months. Not many could guess Carlos Sainz Jr. was into anal. But he could almost never convince his partner until he met you. You told him, believing in him months ago, that if he won again, you would let him. “You promised.” Carlos was cheeky as he said it, and you nodded.

He began to move slowly in and out of your ass. You held onto the sheets, and your mouth was wide open as you couldn’t mutter moans out but somehow felt so much. You groaned softly as he went in and out, and as he quickened the pace, the groans turned into moans of pleasure. The condom he wore allowed him to slip in and out a bit easier.

"Carlito, you seem we-” You were trying to taunt him, but he suddenly slapped your ass, causing a cry of pleasure to leave your mouth so loud that the neighbors of the hotel could hear it. You began to drool from the feeling your head pushed down to the mattress, Carlos slapping your ass. It felt like so much, but you loved it.

“Mhm.” He groaned. You were now a mess. Tears welled from your eyes as you felt so good. Carlos wasn’t just fucking your ass; his thumb slowly snaked to your clit and began to rub slow circles opposite of his quick pace of going in and out of you.

You wouldn’t know it, but Carlos was going to fuck your ass all night; he didn’t care if his thighs felt weak from cumming constantly or not. He desired this; he was simply so happy you agreed. It was sudden, but he knew that you were also into it. When he was gone, you would send him videos of you stretching your ass out, and he loved the videos.

“Haa…ugh…aaah” was all you could let out, and right as you did, Carlos' big arms flipped you and raised your legs slightly over your head. You were moaning hard, unsure why it felt so good. He was going in and out and making sure your hold was perfect. He wiped off the drool from your lips and leaned down, kissing you.

“Princesa mio,” He pulled away and placed his arms on your thigh, plowing your hole, and you didn’t protest; it was as if all thoughts of yours were gone. Eventually he reached his climax, which you could tell as you felt his thighs twitch right against your ass, his moans getting choppier, and the fact that he was getting faster every second. There, you hear him groan for a long time, and he falls onto you. His arms caged you in as you were shaking from the way he would still thrust into you, and there he made you cum, and you cried, holding onto his back as he tried to not fully lay on you.

Breathing could be heard from the two of you, and Carlos finally caught his breath and pulled out of your very tight hole. He smirks and brushes your hair off your face, sweat falling from your forehead.

“Perdoname mi amor.” He takes his condom off and reaches for a new one after wiping himself with a rag. You nod, wanting him to hold you even tighter. “I won because of you.” You laughed with a low breath.

“Let's do it every time you are on the podium from now on.” He smirked and grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he squirted more lube.

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potter-barnes-rowaelin

2 years ago

Hi! Love your work 💕

I’m not sure if you take requests, but could you write a NSFW Azriel x reader fic where reader doesn’t know a lot about males (az may already have a thing for reader) and so Azriel offers to give her lessons?

Hello!

Sorry it took me a minute to get back to your request, trying to maintain being a responsible adult is annoying lol. I have to say I absolutely love the idea of this so hopefully I met your expectations!

Warnings: NSFW 18+, nudity, adult language, fingering, oral sex, innocence kink if you squint

Azriel x f!reader

Now onto the good stuff

Prime Specimen

You had been studying medicine for almost a year at this point, learning about various herbs and how they all went together. You aced your test that Madja gave you with flying colors, but now you had moved on to the next thing. . .

Anatomical studies.

The Female body was a piece of cake, after all - you had one. What you struggled with were the Males and if you wanted to be a good healer, that meant learning about absolutely everything. And you knew next to nothing beyond the basics if you were being honest with yourself.

You hummed absentmindedly as you crushed more herbs in the back of the clinic while reading over the texts of your book about Illyrians and their different wing shapes.

Azriel studied you from the doorway, you hadn't even heard him come in. A small smile played on his lips as he watched you, a slight frown on your face as you read something from a book. You always did that when you were concentrated, he found it quite cute.

Madja had brought you to Velaris a little more than a year ago, surprising everyone when an extra body followed behind her into the clinic. So young and wide eyed, shy even.

He cleared his throat and you let out a small gasp and whipped your head towards him as he smirked at you. Azriel smirked down at you and you narrowed your eyes at him before mumbling something under your breath that he didn't catch.

Your attention went straight back to your book and he silently walks up to you.

"What are you studying?" He asks, hands behind his back.

"I uh-" you cleared your throat and you felt blood rush to your cheeks and you internally cursed yourself for being embarrassed, "Wings." You decided to answer simply, hoping he would leave it at that.

But he did not, he saw the flush spread across your face and he couldn't resist prodding you more. He had always made you slightly nervous, he was a silent observer and you could never tell what he was thinking.

You feel the warmth from his body behind you and you freeze. How was he so damn quiet all the time?

He leaned closer as he peered over you to read your book, a devious smirk covers his face.

"Illyrian wings, huh? Shouldn't you know all of this already?" He was only teasing you but you still blushed even harder. You saw him reach over you to examine your other books. "Male anatomy 101?"

You tried to take the book from his hands but he swiftly moved it further away from your grasp.

"Y-yes, the Male body is complicated, now give me my book back!" You weakly try to excuse yourself but he chuckles lightly.

"Why read from this dusty old book when you can just get hands on learning?" He asks, and you make a light choked sound.

"Oh yes, because I have so many Males at my disposal." You roll your eyes and huff.

"You work in a clinic."

"That doesn't mean anything!" You squeak out, truth be told you avoided them as much as possible and he laughs.

"Oh c'mon sweetheart." the endearment just slipped off of his tongue so casually, "You just waiting on a prime specimen?"

You gaped up at him and his eyes were crinkled from the shit eating grin on his face.

"Maybe I am!" You narrow your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, "Yes, that is exactly what I am doing. Someone who will let me study as closely as possible - I have a lot to learn."

He hummed in response, leaning down closer to your face. Gods you were so easy to rile up.

"Very well, I'll drop by your home at seven so you can study."

The protest died on your lips because he was gone before you could even process what the hell just happened.

Seven arrived faster than you would have liked, your heart hadn't stopped pounding since your interaction with Azriel. You didn't even have time to fully prepare yourself on your short walk home because there he was waiting on your front doorstep, as punctual as ever.

You muttered a greeting and unlocked your door. Your home was cozy, littered with learning material and different medicinal plants. You were nervous and he could tell, it was amusing. He observed you silently as you unloaded your bag and put things where they belonged, leaving out empty papers and a pencil for your notes.

"Are you ready?" He asks and he sees you nod so he begins to take off his shirt.

"What- what are you doing?!" You shriek and cover your eyes and he chuckles.

"Can't learn about anatomy very well if you can't see it sweetheart."

"Oh." Came your weak reply, face already flushed. It wasn't that you didn't want to see him shirtless, he was just too good looking for his own good; it almost made you wish he was ugly so it would make this easier.

"Glad you think I'm good looking." His amused voice brings you out of your thoughts. Your eyes snap up to meet his and you realized you were speaking aloud.

"You must be hearing things." You try to argue but it was truly no use so you just grabbed a piece of parchment and your pencil and walked closer to him.

He really was beautiful, and had tip-top physique. His abdominal muscles were taut and had scars here and there. You instructed him to flex certain muscles and relax others, watching his tattoos move as he did as you instructed.

He was patient with you as you poked and prodded, answering all your questions.

"I um-" You cleared your throat, "I need to study your wings, if that's okay."

He nodded, moving closer to the center of your common area so his wings wouldn't bump into anything. With his wings more spread you took a step back to make a quick drawing of them so you could label different parts for your notes.

"Have you learned about the other races wings yet?" He asks over his shoulder.

"A little." You reply as you walk up closer to him to examine the wings membranes more closely, "I know Illyrian wings are not as pliable."

He hummed in agreement.

"Wings are also very sensitive, especially in certain areas." He adds, you weren't sure what he was trying to insinuate by 'certain areas' but you nodded. "You can touch them if you need to."

"O-okay, thanks." You flushed once more, putting your pencil in the same hand as your paper as you hesitantly touched them.

"Ah!" He shouts and you curse and bring your hand back as if you burnt him.

"I'm sorry! I-" The apology died on your lips when you heard him cackling, "You asshole! I thought I hurt you!" You shove him and he turns around, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"I couldn't resist, I promise I won't do it again." You huff and motion for him to turn back around, he obliged. You were feeling more confident now and used both hands to slightly move the different joints of his wings gently.

A hand reaches further in to trace one of the large veins and you hear his sharp intake of breath. You ignore it, rolling your eyes and continued tracing along the joints and membranes. You failed to notice how rigid he had gotten, too focused on trying to learn how the wings meshed together.

His shadows played around your ankles, tickling your skin.

When you finally flatten your palm on the largest membrane you hear a deep grumble emanate from his chest. You once again ignore it, thinking he was trying to mess with you and you applied more pressure with one hand and lightly traced another area with your other hand.

His shadows swirled and the room grew darker as he whipped around to grasp your wrists. You started to protest but stopped when you noticed the dark look in his eyes. You noticed his body was shuddering slightly and Azriel could tell you were confused.

"If you keep touching me like that you will get more of an anatomy lesson than you bargained for." His voice was low and gravely and his eyes seemed to burn holes into your soul as he towered over you.

"What do you mean?" Your voice breathier than you anticipated and his eyes seemed to dilate.

"Oh sweet girl." He tsked, his face closer now, "You seem to be more of a hands on learner."

You nodded, still confused. He moved closer and his shadows surrounded you; all you could smell was him. Then you felt it. Gasping your eyes went wide as you looked up at him.

"Y-you-" Your voice squeaked and devious grin crossed his face.

"I told you that certain parts of wings are sensitive, and you managed to find them and despite every physical warning you kept touching them." His face so close you could feel his breath as he spoke to you. He was making your head fuzzy and you could hardly think.

Your body was buzzing and he grasped your jaw and made you look at him.

"Tell me to stop." He murmurs and when you don't his lips meet yours causing you to melt into him further. His hand moves from your jaw to cradle to back of your head and he deepens the kiss.

He could surely feel the pounding of your heart. His other hand lands on your waist as your own snake up his muscular arms and around his neck trying to pull him even closer to you.

He groans into your mouth and guides the two of you to your couch. He sits quickly and moves you to sit on his lap, your core grinding against him making you whimper.

With both hands on your hips he guides you back and forth, the friction sending electricity up your body. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging slightly and he shivers.

"Doin' so good baby." He murmurs to you, resting his forehead against yours. You grind a little harder which makes you both moan, and your panties soaked at this point.

"Az." You whimper and he smashes his lips to yours, the kiss more aggressive than the last. His hands roamed more freely, slipping under your simple dress to grasp your ass and squeeze which makes you grind even harder as he groans into your mouth.

"Smell so sweet." He grunts and he maneuvers you to where your back now rests against the couch and he hovers over the top of you. "Let me make you feel good baby."

"Okay." You whisper, staring up at him with innocent eyes. You wait with bated breath as you feel his hand slowly trace across your skin to the front of your panties. He groans when he feels the wetness that awaited him.

"Has anyone ever done this for you, sweet girl?" You shake your head and all sorts of filthy things cross his mind. "Hope you’re good at keeping mental notes, because this is the first of many lessons."

His fingers slip under the lace of your panties and you gasp. He had barely touched you yet you felt like you could combust at any moment. His nimble fingers slid up and down, spreading your wetness before stopping at the star of the show - your clit.

Your back arches and you let out a startled gasp which is quickly swallowed by his mouth. His fingers circle it slowly and your hips move of their own accord.

He loved the reactions he was able to pull from you, loved that he was your first. His forefinger and ring finger to spread your lips apart and his middle finger finds the most sensitive part of your clit.

"Oh fuck!" You cry against his lips, hips bucking up. You were intoxicating.

"You're so responsive sweetheart." He growls against your lips, applying more pressure exactly where he was. His finger making tiny circles as his mouth attaches to your neck. If he thought you were wet before, you were fucking soaked now.

"Gotta taste you baby." He mutters into your neck and you nod rapidly.

"Please." You were so desperate for more, at this point not sure if you ever wanted this to stop. You didn't realize you were saying these things aloud but it made Azriel even harder.

You watch him slide down further, placing a knee onto the hardwood floor as he slots himself between your legs. Your dress had ridden up long ago and he got a good look at your soaked panties. He placed a kiss over the fabric, and you whimper once more.

You felt the warmth of his tongue as he licks a broad stripe upwards over the top of your panties. He does this multiple times and you were about to beg for more when he slides your underwear down your legs and spreads you wide open.

His eyes even darker as he took in your wet center, all for him. With that he attaches himself to your clit and swirls his tongue around it causing you to shout out.

He places his hands behind your knees and shoves them up and apart. He needed room to feast on you. Using the thickness of his tongue he gets the top your lips apart once more so he can abuse that sensitive little nub.

Your hips jolt up but he holds you down exactly where he wants you and you babble incoherently as you try to move. You cry out his name and he moans into you, the vibrations shaking your core.

"Taste so good for me sweet girl." He groans against you and you let out a shaky breath.

He lets your legs rest on his shoulders as he dips his tongue down to your hole and back up again. You feel a thick finger wiggle at your entrance and plunge in.

"Az!" You moan, hands moving down to grip his hair once more. He felt so good and you almost couldn't believe this was happening.

His other hand opened the front of his pants to free his aching cock. Using his free hand he pumped himself as you moaned above him.

He ate you like a starved man, sucking harshly on your clit and swirling his tongue expertly as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

You could feel yourself getting closer and he knew it too. He added a second finger and curled them upwards which causes you to arch off of the couch and shout his name.

He kept hitting that spot and your legs were practically squeezing his head so he couldn't move away.

"Az- I'm gonna-" You stutter and he hums against you and curls his fingers once last time before you came with his name on your lips. He didn't stop though, he still gently licked at your poor little clit. Flicking his tongue.

"I'm not done with you sweetheart, you still have a lot to learn."

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potter-barnes-rowaelin

1 year ago

Omgggg wld u ever write carlos’ pov for the fic abt charles being a voyeur? Its sooo good i love it sm!!

hi anon! thanks for the lovely comment 💛 I think I’ve pretty much told all the story I wanted for this series, so I will not be revisiting Carlos’ perspective, which I think can be seen in part one!

in case you missed it, here’s the (evermore) threesome series! ✨

-> the violence of the dog days - charles’s perspective (prequel)

-> out on waves I’m being tossed / is there a line that I could just go cross - carlos / reader; charles watches (part one)

-> in the cracks of light / i dreamed of you - the threesome! (part two)

-> it was real enough / to get me through - the morning after (part three)

there’s another story that kind of exists in this universe unofficially as well:

-> put my mind at ease / pretty please - charles needs cheering up after a bad break up (part four-ish)

I so appreciate the love for this series but I also want to creatively explore other ideas and leave this threesome behind. I may have some ideas floating around for a mile high club threesome fic (courtesy of that vista jet video) so feel free to send me thoughts :)

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potter-barnes-rowaelin

2 years ago

Azriel x Reader | The Beauty of Intimacy

type: smut (& a bit of angst) warning(s): explicit descriptions, curse words, mature language word count: 3.1k words

request: Hi could you write some thing where reader and azriel have been in a relationship for a little bit but whenever azriel tries to like do anything with her she brushed him off and be begins to think she’s not attracted to him but then she tells him that it’s because she’s never really had a positive experience with sex and so azriel shows her how amazing sex with him can be and like just worships her??? Srry this is so specific but I love your writing and would love to read this!!

Azriel X Reader | The Beauty Of Intimacy

"Is it because of the scars?" Azriel’s demeanour is solemn, his shadows calm, his eyes empty, sad.

A small crack appears in your heart and you quickly lift your gaze to meet your lover’s. "No," you say. "No, of course not."

Crossing one leg behind the ankle of the other Azriel leans his shoulder against the doorframe. Then his head, and his eyes close for a long moment.

"What is it then? Y/N, please tell me." He is almost begging you to be honest with him, his tone desperate. As desperate as all his attempts for the two of you to be intimate have been. It isn't that you don’t want to sleep with him. It is way more complicated. You have never found pleasure during sex, you have never had one single positive experience and at this point you think it is because of you. Yes, you blame this lack of sensual heights on yourself. Maybe you simply cannot enjoy it? Maybe you do something wrong? Maybe there is something wrong with you?

"I thought you weren’t a virgin. Did you not tell the truth when we talked about our past? Are you scared? Nervous?” Azriel asks and blinks his eyes open. "I don’t care at all, we can go slow. But please, just tell if it has something to do with me. If it is about me. Are you not attracted to me? Not sexually attracted?"

Gods, you are. There is no male who is only half as beautiful as Azriel, and you are more than attracted to him.

"I am no virgin and that is not the problem—"

"Then what is the problem? I don’t want to push you. I don’t want to force you to have sex with me, but I would like to understand. That is all. I just want to understand," Azriel says, his voice turning softer and gentler. He pushes off the wall and slowly makes his way over to the bed you sit on.

His throat burns when his mouth parts to ask one last question. "Did someone hurt you? Did someone touch when you didn’t want it? You can be honest with me. Always."

You love Azriel so much. And especially for that. For how good his heart is, how thoughtful he is, how understanding.

Sliding your hands over his, you draw in a deep breath and give your head a shake. "No. Thank you for asking, but no." Azriel exhales a shuddering breath of relief.

Leaning forward, you let one hand slide up his arm to his neck, you lips meeting his in a soft and quick kiss. "I just don’t like…sex."

"Sex is something beautiful," Azriel says and a sheepish smile blooms on his face.

The corner of your own mouth moves up at how adorable he looks. "Is it?” You raise your brow.

Azriel nods his head frantically and places his thumb under your chin, tipping it up. "One oft the most beautiful things in this world, I might say." His eyes have turned darker, the shadows becoming alive around his figure. The shadowsinger’s posture changes from formerly rather reserved to confident and he rolls back his shoulders, sitting straighter now. Your eyes meet, and warmth fills your body.

Nervousness coats your insides, your skin prickling. "I am not sure if I am…capable of having sex. Good sex, I mean. There is not one positive experience I have made and I am over 500, Azriel. It must have something to do with me."

A low chuckle leaves the shadowsinger and he gives his head a tiny shake, silken strands of onyx hair shifting with movement. "There is nothing wrong with you, I am 100% positive about that."

You love his certainty, but you can’t quite agree with him.

"Why don’t I find it… pleasurable then?"

"Because you may have not yet been with the right male," Azriel says, his brow lifting in an almost cocky way. It is this slight arrogance that changes his demeanour that makes your toes curl and the hair on his body stand.

Your voice becomes a breathy whisper when you feel a shadow dance over your bare thigh and you lean forward. "And now I am?"

His low chuckle reverberates through you, his lips brushing yours and tingling them with the vibrations of his laugh. Azriel pecks you shortly and then says against your lips, "Now you are."

You change your sitting position, stretching your legs. ”And you are going to convince me now that it is something enjoyable?"

The shadowsinger’s scarred hand smoothes up your foot, higher onto your leg and back down again. He lifts his gaze to yours and smirks. "I going to prove to you that sex is one of the most beautiful things in the world," he drawls, his index finger circling your ankle. "Only if you want that, of course."

Wet heat fills your body when you draw in a deep breath and bow your head. "I want that."

You really want to. You want it to be good. You want for yourself to enjoy it. You have faith— Azriel is a phenomenal male, he would do it right, would make you feel right. This is going to be good, Azriel is different to the males before him, he has already proven that many times.

His fingers curl around your ankle and he lifts your leg, carefully sliding closer to you and placing your leg over his lap, your other one behind his back. Azriel regards you, silently assessing you.

"So you’ve never come then?"

"Obviously," you whisper and avert your gaze when heat flushes your cheeks. Azriel’s fingers continue their exploration, dancing over your knee up to your thigh. The spymaster draws idle circles to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs which already makes you want to squeeze them together. "Never made yourself come either?"

You could practically the warmth radiating from your cheeks. "I think…I have."

"Thinking about me?"

Biting down on your lower lip you nod.

"That’s a good girl."

His praise almost has you squirming. Gods, you haven’t known that you would like that. But something about the way he said it, the deep tenor of his voice reverberating through your body, did something to you.

His hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, Azriel leans into you, damp lips coasting over your ear. "I should have known you like that. Should have known my lovely lady likes to be praised for the things she does so well." His lips curl when he pecks the pointy end of your ear, chuckling softly.

“Well, “Azriel drawls, his scarred hands slowly sliding over your skin, the calluses rough against it. "Lean back against the head board," the shadowsinger orders, his voice commanding yet soft.

You do as told, nestling between the pillows and behaving like his good girl. But there is still this teeny-tiny kernel of nervousness in you — what if not even Azriel can make you reach your height? What if it truly is something about your body and he just tries to be nice?

The shadowsinger must have noticed your unease, his smile faltering, happiness slowly fading.

Azriel swipes his thumb over your cheek. "I really want you to know that," Azriel says, his eyes piercing into yours, "you not finding pleasure has nothing to do with you. It is generally more difficult for females to reach their height, but if the male does everything right and takes proper care of their lover it most definitely should work. It has nothing to do with you, you can trust me on that."

Relief truly starts blossoms in your chest at that, the corners of your mouth tipping upwards. You slowly dip your chin and smile.

"I trust you on that."

A low but content growl leaves Azriel at that and he hooks his scarred hands under your knee pits, bracing your feet on the bed and easing your thighs apart. Your nightgown pools at your hips, Azriel’s gaze dropping to your centre. He leans closer and pecks your bent knee before his gaze lifts to yours. "Now," he drawls, "let me worship you. Let me show you how beautiful intimacy can be."

The shadowsinger’s damp lips brush down the inside of your thigh, his silken strands toppling over his forehead and tingling your skin. A strangled sound leaves you when a throbbing feeling starts in your core and you desperately want to squeeze your thighs together. Azriel’s grip is tight, holding your legs spread open. He tips his head back, a brow raising when your gazes met. "Uh-oh."

His tongue poking out he gives your inner thigh a soft lick, descending, savouring your sweet skin. Damp heat pools in your core, soft, quick pants leaving you when your lids start to feel heavy. Your knuckles turn white from how tightly you hold onto the pillows next to you, watching Azriel dip his head between your thighs. Azriel’s nose brushes against your still in undergarments covered core, adding just a light pressure that has you squirming.

The spymaster’s voice is a soft growl, the deep tenor rumbling through you when he says, "Lift your hips, beautiful." Azriel steadies you, helping you, and curls his fingers around the elastic, slowly peeling the undergarment off.

His desire stretches out, making it impossible for you to breathe when his heated gaze lands on the spot between your thighs. A low groan leaves Azriel, the sound so raw and primal it has you turning even more molten, your legs shaking slightly.

He leans into you and kisses your sex. You shudder, never having felt…anything like that.

The shadowsinger inhales deeply, the scent of your arousal beguiling. The strong tendons of his throat stand out when he clenches his jaw, his pupils dilating even more.

Azriel’s throat works on a swallow, his tongue feeling so thick all of a sudden when he says, "Ever been tasted before?"

The heated honey of his eyes meets yours, his need and desire laced into his features. You give your head a tiny shake, holding his gaze. His want, his need, his desire, it does something to you. To your heart. To your core.

"Good," Azriel purrs and dips his head. He kisses your lower belly, tongue circling your navel, hands skimming over your thighs, before finally lifting them over his shoulders. "Perfect," he breaths, his mouth moving lower. Shadows softly travel up your body when Azriel parts you with his thumbs. It is the first stroke of his tongue, the first broad stroke through your silken folds up to the apex of your thighs, that has you squirming. Your back arches, your hips lift, pressing against his face when a lewd gasp leaves you.

It is the firm grip of his scarred hands that places you back on the bed, that holds you tightly, that limits your movements. Azriel chuckles lowly, sending vibrations and hot air right into your core. You squirm against him and the shadowsinger tips his head back only an inch. “Sshh,” he cooes, grinning, his lips glistening. “Relax and let me worship you probably. Let me devour you, beautiful.” You get no chance to answer, his head dips again, his tongue poking out and he flicks it against your clit. And then he feasts, his tongue driving deep into. He licks and suckles, holding you firmly, the sounds that leave his mouth feeling like a sin in your ears. Azriel is like a starved male, some primal need fully unleashed, his restraints gone. You wreathe underneath him, something in your lower body squeezing, your walls clenching. It feels so good, it feels…nearly overwhelming. Your eyes roll back and then your orgasm comes crashing in on you. Wave after of hot pleasure overflows you, washes you under. You come with a scream that is a mix of curses and his name. Azriel.

He lets you ride out your height, softly guiding you through it, his tongue and lips still sloppily licking and kissing your sex. Proud at his work and your absolutely disheveled state, Azriel flashes you a full toothy grin when he lifts his head, his face wet with your arousal, with your release.

Having made you come one time is obviously not enough for the spymaster. Just seconds later you are fully underneath his tall figure. He has only given you a short glimpse at his marvellous body before climbing onto the bed and caging you beneath him.

Azriel flicks his tongue over the hardened peak of your breast, marvelling at how you shudder underneath him. His lips close around your nipple, licking, suckling.

“More?” Azriel breathes against your breast. Your hips give a little jerk, moving against Azriel who growls in approval, reveling into the feel of your skin against his. You sigh and dip your chin.

“Words, sweetheart. Use your words.”

The shadowsinger takes your nipple back into his mouth, suckling and tugging lightly. It has you squirming and making your unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Yes, more. Please, don’t stop,” you almost whine, burying your hands in his silken strands.

“Good girl,” Azriel drawls, pushing himself up on his hands and looking down at you. With something like a predatory gaze he watches you, marveling at the sight of your ruffled hair, the flushed cheeks, the need and desire in your eyes. All he can think is that you are stunning and fully his.

“Let me make you feel good.” The shadowsinger pushes your thighs apart, settling between them. “I need you to be my good girl again. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe. His hand reaches down between your bodies and he adjusts himself between your thighs. He lets the tip of his hard cock slide into you. It has you both gasping. Both of you look down at where you are connected. Azriel’s lips part in a silent hiss. “Fucking hell.” He carefully slides further into you, letting you adjust, but at the same time making you feel every glorious inch of his proud length. He leans in, softly brushing his lips against yours. “Tell me if I hurt you. Tell me when you want me to stop.”

Your hands find its place in the hair at the back of his neck the moment your lips close over his. “I will,” you whisper, “but it is perfect.”

Azriel’s lips curl against yours when he moves in to the hilt, stilling inside of you. You angle your hips, gasping at the sudden spark of pleasure when his tip touches one special spot inside of you. “Move, please,” you breathe and Azriel captures your lips, slowly pulling out of you.

He kisses you softly, one hand moving over your lower belly, gently adding pressure. You pull your legs up, curling them around his waist and moan at the feeling of it. Gods, this is perfect. This whole situation is pure satisfaction. And gods, you can enjoy it. It feels good. It is good.

The shadowsinger has you pinned beneath him, his tall body, covered in a thin film of sweat, hovering above you, him moving inside of you, filling you so perfectly.

He lets go of his restraints, his thrusts turning deeper, harder. He pounds into you, always making sure you feel good and that you enjoy what he is doing.

“Tell me how good you feel,” Azriel whispers when his lips close over your ear lob and he gives you a tiny bite. Azriel knows he is good at what he is doing. And this confidence, gods, it turns you on. You love it when he is like that, cocky and confident. “So good,” you breathe through gritted teeth, your head thrown back, your eyes squeezed closed, his hips slapping against yours. The sounds are wet, your high-pitched moans and pants the only things that are louder.

Azriel regards you, your figure, how beautiful you look underneath him, with him inside you. And he feels you getting closer, you clench around him and that feeling, gods! It brings himself closer and closer to edge as well.

The spymaster decreases his pace, slowly, steadily moving in and out of you. His thrusts are long and coordinated now. A lewd sob parts your lips, your eyes only opening for a split second. Calluses scrape over your soft skin when Azriel’s hand slides up your body, cradling your face. He lowers his forehead to yours, exhaling warm air that feels like a summer breeze against your skin.

"You" -thrust- "are" -thrust- "so perfect."

Your back arches, pressing against the solid body of your lover, your mouths meeting in a sloppy brush of tongues, and lips. Azriel’s stomach flexes, cock twitching and balls tightening. He knows he his close, wants you to come with him.

Azriel nips at your jaw, his thumb circling your clit, rubbing, adding extra pleasure that brings you closer to edge. You clench around him, rocking against him when a lewd cry breaks through the noises of your panting and moaning.

"Gods," you pant. "I am close, Azriel."

He doesn’t want to make you beg, does not want to torture you, edge you. He wants you to come, to fully enjoy this moment.

"Let go, angel," Azriel says and angels his hips differently to hit that damnable spot inside of you with each thrust.

Your pants come out quicker, your moans turning a pitch higher. You claw at his shoulders, flecks of white and black sparking in your vision when your eyes roll back.

You come simultaneously, a loud sob leaving you when a tidal wave of satisfaction washes over you. The shadowsinger trembles above you, his warm release spurting against your walls, his forehead dropping to yours. Your hips rock against each other with sloppy thrusts, riding out your heights together.

After easing out of you, Azriel collects a wet cloth for you to clean up. He kisses your forehead, his clothed hand carefully sliding between your thighs and over your lower belly. You are still in a blissful steady, knees feeling wobbly, legs numb. Soft pants leave you while your eyes follow your lover until he disappears into the bathroom. You fold a hand over your forehead, grinning to yourself and exhaling loudly. Gods! Love making was good, was enjoyable, was something you wanted more of. And you were were also a tiny bit relieved—there was nothing wrong about you. It was not your fault that you did not enjoy the times before.

Getting back into bed, Azriel brings you close to his body, wings stretched behind his broad shoulders. You rest your head on his chest, hand placed right above his heart.

Azriel brings your leg over his hips, holding your thigh tightly. “Could I convince you that sex is not so bad?”

You wiggle your head, mischief glinting in your eyes when you met his gaze. “I believe I definitely need some more convincing.” Azriel’s whole-hearted laugh is like balm to your soul. He cradles you to his body, kissing the top of your head, smiling. “I love you and don’t worry,” Azriel mumbles into your hair, giving your rear a soft smack. “You will get a lot more.”

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