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starlightandsouls · 1 year

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Hi, I had this idea and maybe you could write something around it… if you don't want to, that's fine!

Azriel and reader are in a relationship, reader already has a daughter who adores Az, maybe one night the little girl ask him to read her a bedtime story and she says something like "I love you daddy, goodnight" and that was the first time she said those to him and he goes tell reader

I love your writing!

My Angel

Azriel POV...

He should have known better than to be roped into one of Morrigan's plans, but his family had the annoying habit of dragging him into whatever they were doing. Morrigan and Feyre had the idea that things were getting a bit too ‘boring’ so had consequently decided to throw a party at the River House. And that was all good enough. The problem was that they had recruited him to run all their errands.

So now, albeit unwillingly, he found himself with a list in hand, standing in the Rainbow centre, frowning at everything he had to get. Honestly he believed that as the Spymaster of his court, he had much more important things to do. And he had voiced as such to Rhysand, but in the end the High Lord had been unable to deny his mate. Sap.

He had just left a winery after purchasing Cassian and Mor’s long list of demands, face buried in the damn list, when he had stumbled into something. Or someone as it seemed. Grunting, he looked down and found a small girl staring up at him, scowling.

Now Azriel was not good with kids, had never known how to dealt with them. The closest had been his nephew, Nyx. And even with him, Azriel had been terrified at first, too scared that he would do something wrong, would somehow hurt the little boy. For some time, he had downright refused to hold Nyx, consumed by his fear and doubt. It wasn’t until that Rhysand had almost shoved the boy into his arms, slapping him across the head for his ‘stupidity’ as his brother put it, that he had started bonding with the boy more.

Now, however, he was pulled back reality as the girl before him snapped at him,

“Hey! You dropped my ice cream, mister.”

Azriel was taken aback. Usually kids, parents included, shied away from him. They were all too intimidated by him; by his title, his shadows... his scars. So Azriel stopped bothering about them altogether. So for this little girl to be so unabashedly reprimanding him for causing her to drop her ice cream, definitely took him by surprise.

“I’m sorry?” Azriel asked, still not grasping the situation at hand.

“You should really watch where you’re going. That was my favourite flavour and its gone because of you.”

Azriel looked around, trying to locate either of the child’s parents, not wanting to abandon her in the middle of the busy street. Just as he was about to ask her where they were, a woman exited one of the shops and frantically ran over to them. And Azriel’s heart stopped. Before him now was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The golden light of the Summer sun made you glow as you rushed over. And Azriel was once again speechless, this time by your breath-taking beauty.

“Aria! How many times have I told you to stay close to me. You know you’re not allowed to wander off,” you reprimanded, not even noticing him standing there, watching you, enamoured.

“Mama, I was just waiting for you outside. Its so stuffy in there. And I was just having my ice cream when this man pushed me!”

The blatantly untrue accusation broke him out of his reverie. Azriel made an incredulous sound and shot back,

“I did not! You were in my way.”

The woman then, finally, turned to take him in. Her eyes wide, obviously realising who he was. She started to apologise when her daughter interrupted her again,

“Well you should keep your eyes open while walking, mister. You have to buy me a new ice cream now.”

“Aria!” you started, horror etched across her face, then turning to him she continued, “I’m so sorry. She’s not usually like this, I don’t know what has gotten into her...”

“Please, no need to apologise. I mean, she’s not wrong. I was a bit preoccupied. I should have noticed her,” Azriel agreed all of a sudden, overcome by a need to appease you, wanting to ease the frown marring her beautiful face. Woah. Where did that come from? You had a daughter, so you must have a husband. Therefore he shouldn’t be finding you anything... let alone beautiful.

‘She’s alone, master.’

His shadows, ever the busy bodies, whispered to him. Well that certainly wasn’t any excuse. If she was alone right now, that didn’t mean she didn’t have someone waiting for her somewhere. Although, looking down he notices the stark absence of a ring on her left hand. Strange...

“Exactly. You were in the wrong. So now you have to buy me a new ice cream,” Aria stated, matter of fairly. Azriel laughed at her dedication to her ice cream before asking,

“Well I have to run right now. I was running some errands for my family. Can I get a rain check?”

“Mama what’s a rain check? It’s not going to rain today, the weather so hot, I’m boiling,” Aria inquired, her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the word.

“A rain check is when you postpone something and ask for a later date,” you explained.

“Oh. Then when will you buy me ice cream then, mister?” Aria rambled on, unfazed completely.

Both of you laughed at her dedication to her ice cream. Turning to each other you both exchanged names. After some back and forth, the two of you decided to meet at an ice cream parlour that had just opened in town. Azriel had heard nothing but praises of the place from Nesta and the Valkyries who frequented the place often in their book buying sprees.

Several years later, Azriel would remember to thank Morrigan for sending him out that day. As Azriel flew back home, smiling to himself at the ice cream date he now somehow had with the two of you, he was oblivious to the fact that he had just met the love of his life.

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The ice cream date had been just the beginning of the beautiful journey the three of them would embark on together. The very first thing Azriel had learned about you was that you and Aria were all by yourselves. Aria’s dad, the fucking prick, had taken off just as you had gotten pregnant and had never looked back. The fact shouldn’t have made him as glad as it did. Yes, Azriel was enraged on your behalf and had half the mind of asking you his name just so he could hunt the bastard down. But he was happy because it meant you weren’t off limits. It meant he could maybe, just maybe, convince you to give him a chance.

Although as time passed, Azriel realised it wasn’t you who needed convincing; it was Aria. The eight year old girl was so much more smarter than he had given her credit for. She seemed protective of you in a way. Overtime she put Azriel through so many of, what he later realised, were tests to see if he would stay for the two of them, if he wasn’t just playing around. This continued for some time even after the two of you had officially started dating.

One day, he had been in the middle of going through reports for Rhys, when one his shadows who he always left with the two of you appeared by his side and frantically pulled him up. He had immediately winnowed to your house, knowing his shadow would only leave the two of you if it was an emergency. To say he had been scared would be an understatement. His heart had dropped as he arrived, mind instantly assuming the worst possible scenarios. Was Aria hurt? Were you? What if one of his enemies had gotten to the two of you? If anyone had hurt a single hair on your head, he would-

Storming into the kitchen, Azriel was met by a site of absolute chaos. He was relieved to find the two of you safe and sound. But his relief was short lived, and was replaced by confusion at the state of the usually meticulous kitchen.

Not a single inch of the counter top was empty. Dishes and flour and sugar (was that maple syrup?) were thrown around haphazardly.

You were wiping down the spilled flour when you noticed his presence. Looking up, you exclaimed,

“Oh, Az. When did you get here?”

“Just now. What... what happened here, love?” he inquired, slowly making his way over as he tried to navigate through the mess strewn on the floor.

“Well, I had thought since today was Saturday I could get some more sleep in. But this little miss decided to take it upon herself to make breakfast today,” you answered as you turned to Aria, levelling her with a glare. Azriel was glad he wasn’t on the receiving end. While you were usually the most kind hearted, amicable person he had ever met, he knew you could be firm when you wanted to. Whether that was with Aria whenever she wouldn’t cooperate or some stranger trying to mess with her.

Speaking of Aria, the shadow that had alerted him in the first place, was now playfully slinking around at her feet, like a goddamn pet dog. Ah, the power the two of you had. You, with your endless love and adoration, had reduced Azriel to a love sick puppy within a few months of being together. And little Aria had trained his shadows, the source of his power, the bringer of death and pain for many, to eager puppies. Ah, how love changes a person.

Aria turned to him with a cheeky grin and said,

“I just wanted to do something nice for Mama.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm. I don’t know how it got so messy. That’s why i called you here, Azzy. So you can help her clean up,” Aria answered. Another habit the little girl had was giving him the strangest of nicknames.

“Darling, I don’t think that’s why I left my shadows here. You scared me, you know. I thought something happened,” Azriel admonished. While he was always joking around with her, he felt it was important to teach her some responsibility from time to time.

“Aria!” you remarked as you overheard what your daughter had done.

“What? It’s just so much! And Azzy doesn’t mind. Do you, Azzy?”

“No, no I don’t,” Azriel said as he huffed a laugh. He would do anything for the two of you.

Azriel rolled up his sleeves and started gathering up all the dishes to move to the sink. You were dusting off the spilled flour while Aria observed from the corner. The two of you had forbidden her from entering the kitchen while they cleaned. The little devil would surely have created an even bigger mess.

With all the dishes piled up, Azriel was just about to start washing them when Aria slowly tip toed over to him. With her hands behind her back, an innocent smile on her face, she made it impossible for him to scold her anymore.

“Azzy. I have to tell you something,” Aria whispered. He gestured for her to continue but she shook her head,

“No, no. Come here. Its a secret.”

Azriel sighed and leaned down, knowing the little girl would not relent until she got her way. As Azriel leaned closer so she could say whatever she had to, he was met by her palm smacking across his right cheek. Erupting in giggles, Aria ran away before either of them could say anything.

Standing up, Azriel simply stared at you as your hand flew to your mouth to stop your own laughter. If only his brothers could see him now; standing in a kitchen, doing dishes in a house not his own, cheek covered in a hand print of flour. They would surely think he had been replaced by some clone.

Laughing, you walked over to him. You wiped off the flour covering his face, then wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry darling. I hope she didn’t interrupt anything important,” you said as you leaned closer.

“Nonsense. Nothing’s more important to me than you. I’d do anything for my girls,” he replied firmly, hoping you understood how much the two of you meant to him.

“I love you Azriel.”

“I love you too,” Azriel replied, with his own smirk. Before you could have the chance to move away, he had grabbed some flour from a stray bowl and blown it all across your face.

Azriel erupted in laughter, at your expression, at your now completely white face.

“Oh you little shit,” you snapped as you reached over for some flour of your own.

The sight was truly comical; the two of you running around like maniacs, chucking flour at each other. The house filled with sounds of laughter and joy.

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Several months later, Azriel was staying over at your place for the night. Having been gone to the Winter Court for some recon, Azriel had been away from his girls long enough that he had jumped at the offer.

You were already in bed, waiting for him. Knowing you had a long day at work, Azriel had offered to put away the dishes after dinner and put Aria to bed as well. You had refused at first, knowing he had just returned home and surely must be exhausted as well. But Azriel had heard none of it and had sent you off with your favourite novel and a warm cup of tea.

With everything else done, Azriel now lay in bed with Aria, reading her a story as she slowly dozed off. One thing about Aria was that whenever she was with Azriel, whether that was while he was reading her a bed time story, or sitting on his lap for dinner, or while she rambled about her school to him, she always took his hand. And that always took his breath away.

Just like right now, Aria had his right hand clutched in both of hers. Her soft hands rubbing shapes into his hand, smoothing over the rough scars. When the two of you had started getting closer, he had been hesitant in initiating any contact with Aria, had always kept his distance, since he thought his scars might scare her. You, however had interpreted it as not wanting anything to do with your daughter. And you had expressed this to him with tears in your eyes. Tears that had almost killed him, to think that he had been the cause of your distress. It was then that he had told you of his own insecurities, how he was afraid that his scars might bother the innocent little girl. You had immediately tried to ease his doubt, assuring him that they had never thought any different of him because of his scarred hands.

Looking down, he saw Aria had gone to sleep. He put away the book and slowly eased his hand from hers. He had pulled up the blanket around her, making sure she was properly tucked in. He was just about to get up and leave, when Aria roused. Internally cursing himself for waking her up, Azriel made to run his hands through her hair, knowing it always puts her straight to sleep.

Aria, however, sat up on the bed and threw her arms around his neck whispering,

“I love you, papa. Goodnight.”

And then just as quick got back in bed and went to sleep. Azriel was frozen in place. Tears rolled freely down his face. Aria had never called him that before. Always referring to him through her silly nicknames. And to think... she trusted him enough to consider him her father... it was more than anything Azriel could ever ask for in life.

Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head and slowly said,

“I love you too, my angel.”

Azriel tip toed his way to the door and closed it silently behind him, not wanting to wake the child again.

He moved away from the door quietly for a moment, before practically running down the hallway to tell you what had inspired.

Later that night, as he lay with you in his arms, Azriel couldn’t believe any of this was real. He had a girlfriend, who he loved more than the stars in the sky, who he would give and take a life for. He had a... daughter. He had a family of his own. Each night, he would say a silent prayer to the Mother. Thanking her for bestowing this gift upon him. Azriel knew an eternity would not be enough to express his gratitude, his devotion, to the two of you. His two angels.

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redbleedingrose · 3 months

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Girl Dad!Eris x Reader and The Henna Chronicles

+ a mood board

A/N: No one asked for this, but you are getting it anyway!

okay lemme tell you, Eris is obsessed with mendhi. He grew up seeing his mother wearing henna all the time, and he loves the intricate designs that one can use to express their emotions and their souls.

Beron firmly was against Eris pursuing artistic expression, and so Eris never really got to try putting henna on others until you.

He cannot get enough of the way you look while wearing mendhi. Your wedding night henna is still ingrained in his mind, the way it extended from your fingers all the way up to your forearms with autumn leave print, vines, and different flowers, to the way the henna on your feet extended from your toes up to your knees.

They almost look like fae tattoos, but Eris gets anxious at the thought of you having those. It is not that he doesn't trust you, he trusts your judgement completely. But he sure does not trust others to hold up to their end of the deal, and thus Eris doesn't ever give you any reasons to make promises to others.

The only three indigo ink tattoos you have from promises made are from when you bound your soul with Eris at your mating ceremony, accepting him as your mate, promising to love and cherish him for the rest of your shared lives, and the the promises that you made to each of your babes, Marwa and Twila. A promise to love and protect them with your entire being, to attempt to be the best mother for them, to provide a home that is engulfed with joy and laughter.

Anyway, Eris here, is a little artist. Male knows exactly how to hold a henna cone, and how to use the right amount of pressure to make the designs that he has in his head. You are his first model, and he uses henna to create designs all over you. There is something about you being a piece of art to him, and then having part of his own creativity temporarily etched into your skin that has him on his knees nearly every night for you.

Ugh, and when the babes are born????

He starts to do little designs on them as well. Their little chubby hands always have some sort of design on them, and when they fall asleep in your arms, he will attempt to do designs on their small tubby feet. He might have to ignore you glaring at him because you are terrified the babes will wake from his minstrations, but they never do. Maybe its the fact that they feel completely safe in the presence of their mama and papa, or maybe its the fact that Er can use just enough pressure to get the henna onto their skin, but not enough to tickle their feet.

As the babes grow older, the love waking up to the designs their papa has created for them, often climbing into each others beds before coming to your room to babble about comparisins in the designs they have on their little feetsies and hands. They love to "ooo" and "aah" at each other, and ugh.

On a side note, Marwa and Twila are literal besties. The way they talk to each other, so soft and gentle, kind and sweet, is the most adorable thing. Even when they were infants, they would babble at each other like they completely understood what the other was saying. They would be having full conversations with themselves in baby talk. You and Er would turn it into a game, trying to guess what the 7 month old girls could possibly have to be ranting about at their little age.

Anyway, here are some of the designs that Eris has created on you and your babes. They are so cute and sweet. And I just love girl dad!Eris.

#rose rambles #girl dad!eris #girl dad!eris x reader #girl dad eris #eris fanfic #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #eris acotar #eris vanserra acotar #acotar fanfic #acotar drabble #acotar hc #eris hc #girl dad eris hc #marwa and twila #twila and marwa #henna #mendhi

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dawneternal · 19 days

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Hespera

✴ meaning - 'evening star'

✴ A collection dedicated to Rhysand's little sister

✴ what can't be undone

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iamheadcanontrash-deactivated · 7 months

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What Music I Think ACOTAR Would Listen To!

based on vibes only 😌

Rhys: 🦇🌙

-Imagine Dragons

-The Goo Goo Dolls

Azriel: 🦇🖤

-The Killers

-The Neighbourhood

Cassian: 🦇❤️

-Nickelback

-Red Hot Chili Peppers

Morrigan: 🪩

-Doja Cat

-Ethel Cain

Feyre: 🎨

-Taylor Swift

-Coldplay

Elain: 💐

-Phoebe Bridgers

-Harry Styles

Nesta: 🩰

-Lana Del Rey

-Paris Paloma

Tamlin: 🥀💚

-Morgan Wallen… jk… unless??

-Noah Kahan

Lucien: 🦊🌞

-Hozier

-Fleetwood Mac

Eris: 🍎🔥

-Greta Van Fleet

-Tyler Childers

Tarquin: 🌊🩵

-Omar Apollo

-Frank Ocean

#acotar #acotar headcanon #acotar hc #rhysand hc #azriel hc #cassian hc #tamlin hc #lucien hc #eris hc #lucien vanserra hc #eris vanserra hc #tarquin hc #nesta hc #feyre hc #elain hc #elain archeron #nesta archeron #feyre archeron #morrigan hc

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shadowisles-writes · 2 years

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I have this hc that before Azriel ever puts his hands on Gwyn in a sexual way, he’s going to make her say exactly what she wants out loud with as many details as possible.

Why you ask? Because of the part where Azriel teaches Feyre how to fly in ACOWAR (bear with me):

“I know the drop isn’t far, and I know it won’t kill me. Can’t you just... push me?”

For it was that initial lead of utter faith, that initial lurch into motion that had my limbs locking up.

“No.”

He refuses to push her because he knows taking that mental step is just as important as the physical part of flying.

The same will apply to Gwyn. The decision will rest in her hands until she’s ready to voice it out loud. It would be easier for her to let him take the lead once she’s comfortable enough. Easier for her to just say yes when he asks if something is alright for him to do, but it would be much harder for her to voice all of those things out loud. In details. Azriel will take 0 chances when it comes to triggering her, he’ll only do exactly what she asks to the point that Gwyn will probably lose patience and have to pin him down and ride him herself.

#gwynriel #gwynriel hc #gwynriel headcanon #pro gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyneth x azriel #acotar hc #acotar headcanon

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angelshadowsinger · 1 year

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oh my fucking god your work is incredible! holy literal shit balls i have never felt that entranced by a fanfiction until reading yours. thank u thank u thank u your azriel is PERFECT.

also i’m totally gonna need your thoughts on azriel sharing with his shadows 👀

re: ummmmmmm call me parmesan bc u got me CHEESIN!?!?!! that is literally sO sweet of you to say, i am touched 🥺 as a fic author you always worry if you’re making the character OOC and, it just makes me so happy to hear your praise!! thank you so much anon~ ♥︎ This HC is a bit more than what you’ve asked for, but it does includes it, so pls enjoy!

Azriel’s Shadows Around his Mate Headcanons

･゜゜・．｡･゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡･゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ: ʙʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 18 ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ.

･゜゜・．｡･゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡･゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

In my eyes, Azriel’s shadows are a part of him. There hasn’t been much insight that Maas has given us with shadowsingers and their capabilities in general, but this is what I choose to believe~

Since Azriel’s shadows were perhaps the first of his powers, and the first entity to treat him with some kindness/obedience, I think he would be very in tune with them and he himself would consider them a part of him. He has had over 500 years to develop his relationship with them and therefore, I believe once he found his mate, his shadows would be just as captivated with her as he himself.

Obviously, Azriel is a total simp for his girl (but that’s another hc in its own), so that means his shadows are too. Honestly, it could be viewed as annoying how often at least a few of his shadows are constantly at your side. He’s used to having them totally loyal to him, so now that he has to share them with you… well, it’s not really actually that cumbersome, because he knows that even when you two are apart, he’ll be sure to know if you need him/his help. Though he has a couple less to send out on his spymaster business, technically, the ones with you are acting as his spies anyway. Just, with a far more interesting and important subject.

His shadows do a variety of things for you, making your everyday life easier and more pleasant. Just as their master, the shadows like to give you princess treatment.

For example, they go out of their way to help you with mundane things. If you’re making dinner and a tomato rolls off the cutting board, they’re pushing it back to you. When you’re putting on a dress, they’re helping you with the zip and clasp. If you’re writing something and your pen runs out of ink, somehow they’ve procured a new one that matches your exact preferences.

Both Az and his shadows notice the small things. They take notes of your likes and dislikes, what makes you giggle, cry, or provides you comfort.

At times when he’s away for a long while, and you’re missing him, they will deliver small gifts to you. A couple flowers tied with twine, native to the strange lands he’s currently working in. A special spice he knows you love to use in the foods you share with him. An especially-delicious pastry made with your favorite fruit/flavor. Though the shadows themselves do not find you gifts, they are happy to deliver whatever Az requests they send.

They also will take anything you wish to send him. Whether he’s in another country, or simply training at the House of Wind with his brothers, his shadows will deliver your every gift. Most of the time it’s little sweets or a lunch you’ve packed. Sometimes when you’re feeling cheekier, a receipt from the lingerie store informing him of your latest purchase. If you’re really feeling brazen, sometimes the panties themselves. His shadows are perhaps happiest to carry those items, either to get into contact with them or to see their master’s red cheeks as he shoves them out of his brothers’ view.

His shadows are your caretaker when he is not with you. When you’ve fallen asleep staying up for your mate’s return from yet another mission, his shadows will tuck you under your favorite blanket, taking off your reading glasses and ensuring your spot in the open book on your lap is not lost. Az nearly melts when he comes back to the sight, you dead asleep on the couch in front of the blazing hearth, his shadows perched dutifully there, guarding you.

However, they grow attached to you and even when he is with you, they will not leave you alone unless he commands them.

Azriel likes to take full advantage of his time alone with you. There is nothing he finds more comfort and pleasure in than being in your embrace. Sometimes that’s hard to do, though, when his shadows steal away your attention, or beat him to helping you with the zip of your dress.

It’s a very endearing sight to see him get jealous of his own shadows. He’d have a scowl on his face as he glared at them, silently ordering them to leave your side so he could have you all to himself. The shadows would melt onto the floor, gloomy in a way, whisper once more around your ankle before they go off to fulfill their master’s instruction.

Most of the time, you manage to guilt your mate into letting a few of them come back. And as soon as he calls them, they appear and shoot right for you. Az rolls his eyes but of course he understands. How could they not fall in love with you?

Azriel is actually very good with sharing. This usually applies to you when his shadows are involved, though sometimes he just needs to be alone with you. Whether it’s to have his way with you or just to snuggle up and bask in his mate’s presence. When he needs time like that, he will have his shadows guard your quarters and they will do so without question— fiercely protecting the only two beings they care for.

~spicy hc’s begin ;)~

Most of the time, Azriel will take the lead in pleasuring you— as he should, as your mate— but he’s likely to let his shadows watch or join his efforts if they play a supporting role.

For example, his favorite thing is to be between your legs, feasting on your sweet cunt and making sure you know you are his, while his shadows hold you down so you can’t move an inch. This way, you have to take the pleasure in the exact way he desires, unable to greedily chase your high or buck your hips or push him away.

Usually he plays with you for a while like this, teasing you and edging you a handful of times before he’s ruthless, unstopping even after you’ve come. He does cease his ravishing after you’ve come again, only to ensure he doesn’t overstimulate you before he’s had a chance to fuck you like you both want.

His shadows are happy to shackle you and render you helpless to his onslaught of pleasure; they love hearing your wanton cries and will dry away any tears of pleasure that escape with a cool, ghostly caress.

Speaking of their caress, one of his favorite uses for them is to soothe your skin when he’s done marking it up. Meaning, after every spank or particularly hard bite, the shadows will rove over the irritated flesh, kissing you with their cooling tendrils.

Since the shadows are slightly cold, sending them to curl around your nipples while he fucks you from behind is also another favorite. The temperature-play heightens everything— especially when they move down your curves to tease at your clit or your ass, depending on your preference…

Sometimes he lets them fuck you as part of your foreplay— usually while you’re sucking his cock. He just loves the surprise that flickers in your eyes when you’re choking on the length of him deep in your throat, how your lashes flutter when that familiar cool touch tickles your inner thighs and pushes your wet panties aside, how your moan feels vibrating around him when they thrust inside of you. He savors how your rhythm gets thrown, how you struggle to continue when his shadows are running over every sensitive crevice of your most intimate parts.

On rarer occasions, Azriel will let the shadows have their way with you. He’d sit back in a comfortable, wing-friendly armchair, darkened hazel eyes drinking in every movement before him— you with your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, the darkness holding your legs spread and fondling every inch of you— cupping your tender breasts, tweaking those pert, hard nipples… stroking your face, your hair, your hips and thighs… flowing over your puffy clit, slipping between your dripping folds and even wandering inside of you, perhaps just as deep as Azriel’s cock could reach. He would jerk his leaking shaft at the sight before him, lip held prisoner in his feral snarl. He wouldn’t be able to last very long, the sight before him too much for him to keep his composure.

When you’re both spent and panting for breath, the shadows will run up and down your moistened back, taking away the heat that lingers there and helping to lull you to sleep.

Only when you’re unconscious do they return to Azriel, curling around his shoulders in thanks. They know they are lucky to be the sole creature/presence with which he shares his mate, and any time spent with you is valued payment for the many services they provide their master with.

#anon love #anons make angel blush (˘◡˘)#azriel x you #azriel x female!reader #azriel x reader #acotar x you #acotar x reader #azriel smut #azriel fluff #azriel fanfic #azriel fic #azriel headcanons #azriel hcs #angelshadowsinger #my hcs #my work

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fineghkst · 8 months

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How Azriel acts around his mate

i’m thinking of turning this into a series so let me know if you guys would be interested (you can also choose which character i should do next)

warnings: suggestive

At the moment he finds out

Azriel couldn’t hide the surprised look on his face. It was the first time in a while the spymaster got speechless. Az is most likely to create a ragged excuse and leave as soon as possible (yes, he’s definitely panicking), going to some isolated place to understand that he finally found his mate.

How he acts?

Azriel definitely doesn’t know how to act around his mate once the bond snaps. He probably will act very awkward at the beginning, not knowing if he should tell his mate about it (considering they didn’t felt the bond yet) or wait until they realize.

Therefore, Azriel will need some time to digest that he finally has a mate. Az feels really insecure, thinking he’s not good enough for them and believing they won’t accept the bond. Even so, Azriel really tries to be the best he can to his mate, he’s always there, showing support at every situation. He’s also very kind and just wants to see his mate happy.

Will he tell anyone?

No. Az will hide it as much as he can. Azriel is a very private person and probably wants to figure out this new situation by himself. On the other hand, he knows how his brothers are a pain in the ass, so Az rather avoid to listen to the stuff they’re going to say. At least until his mate discover the bond by themself, he won’t talk about it, preventing them from ending up knowing from someone else

But once his mate accepts the bond Azriel’s behavior changes completely, he’s almost announcing to the world, constantly touching his mate in public.

When his mate feels the bond

He’s scared. Really, Azriel never felt this type of fear his whole life, to be rejected by the person who was supposed to be with him for the rest of his life. However, even if he’s terrified, Az forces himself to be honest about his feelings towards his mate.

He has never opened up that much to someone before, exposing an extremely vulnerable side.

If his mate needs some time, he will be very understandable and wait as long as necessary. Az will never pressure his mate to accept the bond or even give him an answer (please he’s the biggest gentleman out there).

When his mate accepts the bond

Az finally feels complete. His mate is his family, the person he trusts the most and is willing to do anything only to make them smile.

As i said before, Az didn’t feel enough for his mate, so he always thought they wouldn’t accept to be bonded to him forever. Honestly, he’s in a deep state of happiness, it’s like he’s finally found his home, his place in the world.

And as SJM said before, Az is a freak, so yeah, not leaving the room any time soon after that.

Things he loves to do with his mate

Pretty much everything. Azriel his happy to go anywhere or do anything if he has his mate to accompany.

It can be to comb their hair to having deep conversations at midnight. Az just loves to be with them.

Does he often feels jealous?

It depends on the situation. Azriel really trusts his mate, but if someone gets too flirty around them, he will definitely be jealous (and kinda insecure). He’s not likely to make a scene but will have a frown on his face for the rest of the night.

Favorite body part

He’s addicted to every single part of his mate, showing true devotion to their body everyday. He loves to kiss their soft lips, neck and inner thighs (he just can’t keep his hands away).

PDA

Even though Azriel is a very reserved person, he’s constantly touching his mate in public, always having a hand on their waist, holding their hand or kissing them. He usually doesn’t go too foward, but it depends on the situation, if he spends a lot of time away on a mission, will definitely be more clingy.

In short, I don’t see him caring much if someone his looking, but he prefers when they have more privacy.

How often he says “I love you?”

Everyday. He just wants his mate to be sure of his feelings. Az not only say it with words, but always demonstrate with his actions.

Protectiveness

Azriel is really overprotective. He’s terrified on losing his mate so they will always have his shadows with them, almost turning into a part of them.

Random bonus

Before every snowball fight Azriel always spends the whole year planning a new strategy to beat his brothers asses. He will share EVERY SINGLE DETAIL to his mate and even accept suggestions to improve it.

Once he wins, Az will celebrate a lot with his mate (if you get what I mean…)

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel hcs #azriel headcanons #azriel drabble #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #acotar headcanons

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yaralulu · 2 months

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Don’t you just love it when sjm drops the most random insane lore mid paragraph and then pretends like nothing happened.Here are some that i think about too often and need more elaboration on.

So much to unpack in this one paragraph like what do you mean Rhys has earth shattering orgasms 😭.

I have the wildest thoughts about tamlin and rhys because of this one line like does this mean what i think it means pls give me more information about these two.

Obviously this line too because how are you gonna drop this epic lore on us and then not give us a single vanserra smut scene 🙁.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #lucien acotar #a court of silver flames #acosf #sjm books #pro lucien vanserra #tamlin acotar #rhys acotar #cassian #tamlin and rhys being exes is my favorite hc

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hellodarling1357 · 3 months

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Inked - Cassian x Reader (Drabble)

Here’s a little drabble that came to mind when I was waiting for the kettle to boil, thought it was cute so thought I would share 🥰

A/N: low key based off a similar conversation I had with a guy I used to date. He didn’t believe my little fine line tattoo was a real tattoo :( Cassian is a lot nicer in this than he was about it…

A/N 2: not edited in the slightest, I’ve got my cup of tea to drink then off to sleep xo

Just picturing Cassian and reader who have just started dating. Things are getting a little heated and Cassian’s shirt very quickly ends up discarded on the floor.

Reader is just in awe, unabashedly drinking in his toned body, leaving Cassian feeling very smug (and obvs flexing for her) as she trails kisses along his tattoos.

“You like them?”

“I do. I didn’t realise how many you had.”

Your fingers continue to trace along the inked patterns as he pulls you mouth up to meet his again.

“What about you, sweetheart? Got any tattoos hidden away on that gorgeous body of yours?” He would rasp the question against your lips, along your jaw, your throat.

Too caught up in the feel of him trailing his lips and tongue and teeth against your skin, all you can offer is a breathy “mhm.”

“Oh, do you? I’m not sure if I believe you” He honestly didn’t think you were the sort of person to have a tattoo, but he also wouldn’t be paying too much attention to the conversation at hand as you straddle his hips and ground down against him.

You then leave him hanging as you pull back, brows furrowed, “what do you mean you don’t believe me? I have a tattoo.”

“I’m yet to see it,” Cassian leans back, cocky grin spreading across his face at your indignation. “Maybe it’s hidden somewhere under all this clothing.”

The conversation is fast becoming your least important concern as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him, reaching up to capture your lips against his.

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Once your breathing starts to even out and your post-orgasm befuddled mess of a mind clears, you’re quick to remember Cassian’s earlier words about not believing you had a tattoo.

“Look!” You excitedly yell, kicking your leg out so he can get a clear view.

“What am I looking at?” He asks, a blissed out expression on his face as he curls closer into your side.

“This. Look.” Again you wave your ankle at him, pushing him up so that you can force him to pay attention while you prove him wrong. “You said you didn’t believe I had a tattoo, well, look at it.”

A look of complete adoration takes over Cassian’s features as he gently holds your ankle and traces the small flower trailing up your ankle.

You give him a satisfied, I-told-you-so smile as you lean back against the pillows, content in the feel of Cassian’s fingers tracing along the dark ink.

“Well it’s not the sort of tattoo I had in mind,” another flex of his muscles to highlight the intricate design he had spread across his body, “but it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He presses a trail of kisses to your ankle, leading up your leg before you pull him back up and wrap yourself around him.

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian x y/n #cassian hcs #cassian fluff #cassian x you #cassian imagine #acotar #acofas #acomaf #acosf #acowar

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starlightandsouls · 1 year

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Sweater Weather

Azriel x reader ( Takes place in the same universe as Yours To Keep And Cherish)

Inspired by this post

Summary: Reader knits Azriel a rather unconventional sweater to wear to the family dinner with the IC. Everyone proceeds to realise that Azriel would truly do anything for his girl... even wear around a giant goose

Reader's POV...

As the winter months grew harsher every day in Velaris and everyone battled against the relentless icy winds, an idea struck you as you closed your register at your bookshop. While Solstice was still far off and Azriel's birthday even further, it wasn't exactly a time that would call for a gift. But who said love needed deadlines or dates. You didn't need an excuse to gift Azriel something, to show him just how much he meant to you.

It was a strange gift and rather comical too. The idea had come to you when you were shelving some children's books last week and you came across a story of a hat wearing cat and a murderous goose. You had had a short laugh in the moment and had honestly forgotten about it until yesterday when you thought of a certain someone whose violent tendencies reminded you of the goose. Azriel. Your loving, amazing boyfriend of almost two years now.

To say you were in love with him would be an understatement. For the first time in your long life, you felt like you understood the kind of love found in fairytales; unconditional, consuming, make butterflies dance in your stomach kind of love. So you were completely and utterly obsessed with your beautiful, angel of a boyfriend. And occasionally you liked to remind him of just that, as he did with you.

You never got extremely expensive gifts, simply because you knew that's not what Azriel preferred. You see, despite his cold, stoic exterior he showed the world, Azriel was actually the biggest love sick puppy you had ever met (a fact he would always deny to his family). Forehead kisses, morning cuddles, romantic dates were all favourites of Velaris's resident Shadowsinger. Therefore, you knew he loved the small, thoughtful gifts, one that assured him of your adoration of him. Effort and intentions always mattered more than price tags.

When you closed your shop that night, you had made sure to purchase everything you would need for your little project. So the next week or two you would spend knitting by the fireplace every night when you returned from your shop. It helped that Azriel was away on some mission to the Winter Court. While you missed him terribly, it was easier to keep his sweater a surprise. You had laughed a good ten minutes while you stitched the goose on the sweater as you imagined Azriel’s reaction. It had taken almost two weeks but it was finally finished. You carefully placed it in your cupboard, now anxiously awaiting your beloved's return.

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After an unusually exhausting day of putting away books and dealing with rude customers all day, you had collapsed on your living room sofa. Too tired to reach your room and change, you had merely kicked off your shoes and laid down and before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

You were roused from your sleep by a wisp of shadow flowing through your hair and a pair of hands; one cradling your face and the other resting on your arm. Forcing your eyes open, you were met by the most beautiful sight one could wake up to. Azriel was kneeling by your place at the sofa, a tired yet still sweet smile on his face. As your mind cleared from sleep and you registered that he was truly here, you got up instantly and threw your arms around him. The force of the hug threw him back but he caught the two of you before you could plummet to the floor. Still holding on to you, he moved to sit on the sofa as you tightened your grip around his neck and breathed in his scent; the familiar night chill soothing your very soul, reassuring you he was here, he was safe, he was home.

"Why are you sleeping out here my love? You'll catch a cold," Azriel admonished. Only he could retun from a possibly deadly mission and chastise you for not being warm enough. You only shrugged and responded,

"I was too tired to walk all the way upstairs. I swear today was just pathetic Az. Everything seemed to go wrong today."

Azriel gave you a small smile before he got up and carried you up to your room in his arms. You took the chance to snuggle even further into his chest, now more comfortable than ever.

However as Azriel laid the two of you down, any and all traces of sleep disappeared and now the only thing you wanted was to stay awake talking with Azriel.

"I'm sorry, love. I had to drop by Rhysand’s first or else I would have come sooner," Azriel explained.

"It's alright. How was everyone?"

"Ah everyone's fine, still as annoying as ever," Azriel joked, "Nesta and Feyre have been killing me asking about you. We have been invited to yet another dinner."

You smiled at that. After your first meeting you had befriended the High Lady and her older sister. The three of you often met up in the Rainbow for lunch but lately it seemed like everyone was too busy. So this would give you all some much needed time to catch up.

Just as you were about to drift back to sleep in your lover's arms, you remembered something and you shot up in bed. A rather alarmed Azriel sat up as well as you jumped out of bed and ran to your closet.

"Are you okay, nightingale?" You heard Azriel inquire as you rummaged through your clothes, concern etched through his voice.

"Yes, yes. Everything's alright."

Azriel POV...

He had almost succumend to a blissful sleep when his girlfriend jumped out his arms and ran out of bed. His warrior instincts kicked in immediately as he scanned the room for any threats. Finding none, he proceeded to ask if she was maybe sick. Getting no answer, he was about to get out of bed to follow her to her wardrobe when she emerged; holding something behind her back with a devilish smile on her face.

"I'd almost forgot. I made you something, Az."

She walked over and handed him a folded piece of cloth. Taking it in his hands, he realised it was a sweater, a sky blue coloured sweater.

"I've been working it for weeks now and I just thought of it when you mentioned the dinner. Maybe you could wear it then?" you inquired, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You were definitely upto something.

Well the colour was almost twenty shades too light compared to his usual wardrobe, which consisted mostly of blacks and navy blues. But for his nightingale he would do anything. He unfolded the cloth and ran his hand over the soft material.

"Thank you, my love. I would gladly wear whatever you make me," he said as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. The fact that she had put in all this effort for him and spent so much of her time on this, made his heart grow ten times its size.

"Umm Az, I think you're holding it backwards," you remarked, once again with that smirk of yours.

Confused, Azriel turned the sweater to the other side and his jaw dropped. Because on the other side, the sweater had a giant goose holding a knife stitched right in the center, with the words 'murder' printed right below it.

His mischievous girlfriend burst out laughing at his reaction until tears were pooling from her eyes.

"I saw it in a children's book and instantly thought of you."

"Did you now? Well that's concerning. I do have a reputation you know, my love," Azriel remarked, only half joking.

"Mm, no. Others might think you scary. But you're my goose. My cuddly, murderous goose," you replied hunched over, still laughing.

He pulled you into his arms and hugged you to his chest again when a concern ebbed through his mind.

"Wait did you want me to wear this to the dinner?"

"Mhm. Why? Do you not like it?" you asked, a frown replacing your brilliant smile.

"No, no. I love it darling. Its just so... bright."

You pulled away, shoulders drooping as your gaze lowered, away from him. In an instant, that childish joy you had almost radiated moments ago had vanished. Instead you were withdrawn as you moved from his lap to sit beside him on the bed.

"It's alright, Az. You don't have to wear it if you don't like it..."

"No no, my nightingale. Its not that," Azriel said, retracting his statement, trying to amend the situation.

"It's alright, darling. You don't have to lie for my sake. You hate it... I get it. I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of your family anyways."

"What? You could never embarrass me in front of anyone, my love. And I could never hate anything these hands would ever make for me," Azriel took your hands in his, kissing both your palms before continuing, "I just meant its quite different from what I usually wear."

You looked at up him, that snarky smirk returning to your face,

"So you'll wear it to dinner then?" You asked, quite chipper now that he had agreed.

"You naughty little minx. You were faking it weren't you?"

"Maybe..."

Azriel shook his head at his lover's antics. Taking her in his arms again as the two of them laid down. Before he could finally go to sleep, his last thoughts were how the hell the others were going to react.

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As his concern from last night followed him to daytime, before the two of you could leave for dinner, Azriel sent a note ahead with his shadows,

'If any of you say a single word, I will make sure to give you a very slow death. I do not care who it is.'

He had sent it to Rhysand’s office, knowing his busy body brother would spread the word. He just hoped the others wouldn't go too crazy. If anything just so it wouldn't hurt your feelings considering you were the one who had knitted the sweater in the first place.

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Night approached quicker than usual, as most things do when you dread them. You were dresses in a slightly darker knee length dress while he had donned his goose. That seemed like an appropriate name for the sweater.

Winnowing in to the River House, Azriel prayed to the Mother that his family would go easy on the ridicule. As they walked in, arm in arm, they were greeted first by Nesta, because of course they were. Not having seen you in a while, Nesta ran to give you a hug and started exchanging pleasantries, asking about how you had been, completely disregarding him. Good.

As he tried to slip away, Nesta turned to him and he could have told you the exact second she saw his sweater, because of how her expression changed. Nesta's usual stoic manner, while always lessened with you, was replaced with pure and utter amusement.

Her hand had flown to cover her mouth as she quite obviously stifled a laugh.

"Quite the sweater you've got there, Azriel," the eldest Archeron joked.

"Isn't it? It's so.. him," you joined in. Nesta and you exchanged a glance before both of you burst out laughing. Azriel scowled,

"Well I'm glad you're both finding this amusing."

"I'm sorry Az. You just look so frickin adorable," Nesta said amidst her fit of laughter, "Wait till the others see it."

Turns out, everyone else had found it much, much amusing than her. All of them burst out laughing at the sight of it. While Azriel couldn't blame them. He admitted the sight must be quite cartoonish; the dreadful Shadowsinger wearing a gigantic goose around. Therefore he didn't grudge anyone anything, happy to be enjoying a good laugh with his family, even if it was at his expense.

As they all sat down for dinner, Cassian who had laughed the hardest, asked Nesta,

"Why won't you make me a sweater like that? I'm quite scary as well, no?" To which Nesta had rolled her eyes and replied,

"Because you have to be murderous enough to deserve the goose. And I don't think it quite fits you, Cas darling. Wouldn't you agree, Azriel?"

"Oh yes. Cassian seems to be... more of a duckling than anything else," Azriel joined in, happy the attention was off of him for a bit, and that he got to ridicule Cass. Turning to you he asked, with a rather smug smile,

"Isn't there a story about a duckling, nightingale? The one you were talking about from your children's books?"

"Ohh yes... I think it was The Ugly Duckling," you said, laughing to tears along with everyone else as the room erupted in laughter, this time at Cassian.

Too consumed with the utter joy of the moment, Azriel didn't notice they had an empty chair beside Feyre and Rhysand. Similarly he also didn't notice they had another person join their little get together... until he heard a voice from behind him,

"Sorry I'm late, everyone. Got caught up in some work."

Lucien. Shit. No one had told him he was coming. And now Azriel was rather furious that he didn't know the invitations went out beyond the Inner Circle.

Lucien, as per his usual nonchalant attitude, simply sat at his place before he turned to greet everyone. His gaze, annoyingly, stopping at you as his brow furrowed when he asked,

"Who's this? I don't believe we've met before."

Before Azriel could reply, Morrigan chirped in,

"This is Azriel’s girlfriend." The two of you exchanged names and pleasantries, instantly getting along, much to Azriel’s irritation. Without moving his gaze from you Lucien remarked,

"Well you're sneakier than I had thought you to be, Spymaster. How did you manage to keep this lovely lady a secret for so long? You must have..."

Lucien's sentence drifted off unfinished. Because that was the moment he turned to Azriel, and had taken in what he was wearing. At that moment, Azriel wanted to punch the youngest Vanserra. Lucien bit his lip as he tried to stifle a laugh.

"Not a single word, Vanserra. To anyone. Or I swear to the Cauldron I'll kill you," Azriel snarled through gritted teeth.

"Now, now, Azriel. Why would I ever dream of saying anything about such a lovely piece of fashion? And one so fitting to its owner," Lucien mocked, his humour at the situation evident from his tone. You, however, took it all in tow and continued to joke along with him, glad to have a yet another friend,

"Isn't it? I made it for him myself."

"Did you now? Well I must say, its rather fine craftsman ship, my lady. In fact maybe you should wear it to the next High Lords meeting, Azriel. Really gets the message across. And I'm sure everyone would agree; the knife wielding goose makes you look really... intimidating" Lucien commented and the entire room erupted in fits of laughter yet again.

His ire at Lucien, while consuming at first, slowly slipped away from him as he took in the sight before him. His family, his darling girlfriend, his friends (though he would deny calling Lucien that till his last breath), were all here with him. They were all together and they were all happy. And it was such a rare, coveted moment after everything they had all been through, that Azriel let go of all irritation and laughed alongside them, cherishing the moment like it should be.

Amidst the noise and music, you turned to him while talking to Nesta and gave him a small smile. And with that smile Azriel knew he was ruined. He would do anything for you to continue to smile like that again. He would give anything for your happiness. If he had to wear around a giant goose for that... so be it.

He shook his head and laughed at the notion. Who would have thought the feared Spymaster, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court, would ever be this completely, irrevocably in love with someone? Only you could love him enough to rid him of what people thought of him. Only you could make him wear around a knife wielding goose. And Azriel would only ever do it for you. Only you.

#azriel fanfic #azriel acotar #azriel headcanons #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #acotar hc #azriel imagine #acotar headcanon #azriel #azriel headcanon #Yours To Keep And Cherish #acotar fanfiction #imagine acotar

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redbleedingrose · 6 months

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Hey , how will our bat boys would react to No Nut November ? 😂❤️

All three of them would not complete at all 😅

This is an interesting question LMAO! I think all of them would lose, neither of them would make it till the end of the month.

NSFW 18+

Rhysand

I feel like Rhys would last at least a couple of days, no longer than a week. He has patience as high lord, but lets be so for real, Rhys is a SLUT! He is absolutely taken with you and cannot go long without having you in some sort of way. This male only goes on his knees for you, so do we really think he would last without having a taste of his favorite girl?

I feel like he would try to distance himself and force himself not to think about you by holing up in his office and busying himself with paperwork, but that doesn’t last with you constantly sending him dirty images of him bending you over his desk and fucking you senseless, of you crawling into his lap so you can bounce on his cock, of him tasting your sweet cunt, of you sucking the soul out of his cock. He can practically taste you, smell you, feel you having your way with him and he can’t resist.

Maybe five days in, after a long day of dirty images sent to him with murmured pleading through the bond, the high lord is practically restless, his cock throbbing and nearly bursting out of his pants, and you just walk into his office completely naked, nipples tight from the cold air and cunt soaked from your teasing. His pretty violet eyes roll back into his head, groaning at your scent that fills the air, practically tasting you on his tongue, and he pounces.

You don’t leave that office for hours.

And lets just say when you do, Rhys is carrying you out because you can’t walk.

And he may or may not be carrying you to your shared bed so that you can continue your Nut November festivities.

Cassian

Sigh LOL.

Poor Cassian wouldn’t last even a day. He would give up after a couple of hours LMAO. This male has no self control when it comes to you, absolutely no sort of patience.

You were probably just standing there minding your own business, not even knowing the challenge he and his idiot bat boy brothers came up with is happening, and he gave in. And to be quiet honest, I think he was trying to find reasons to give in since he started the challenge. The bastard was probably knocking down books from your bookshelf, chuckling to himself a raspy “oops” as you glare over at him, cock hardening in his pants as you storm over and point at him to pick it up.

The second he is on his knees before you, he gives in. He smirks up at you, standing ever so slowly until he is towering over you and you are glaring up at him with your fists pressed on your hips and your foot tapping away on the ground. He murmurs a “sorry sweetheart,” brushing your hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear before leaning in to press a hard, chaste kiss to your lips. And how can you not forgive him?

And then, he throws you over his shoulder, smacking a hard slap at your ass while you cry out, “Cassian,” in shock, tearing up the stairs so he can have a taste of his favorite cunt because fuck no nut November when his mate is as gorgeous and sexy as you are.

Azriel

Azriel would last the longest out of the bat boys. Full stop he would.

He is the epitome of patience, and restricting himself. He has to be as spymaster. It’s basically in his job description to deprive himself of simple pleasures. He waits for hours to have a sip of water while he goes out on missions to spy, waits days to eat and has gone up to a week without sleeping. He can restrict himself. He can.

But with you?

With you, it becomes incredibly difficult. He loves you, more than the moon and the night sky. More than he has ever loved anything. More than the night court, and even more than his love for his brothers. In all honesty, Azriel would betray Rhys if you asked him to. Don’t get me wrong, it would be hard and you would get push-back from him. But he would. It is one of his deepest secrets. Maybe one of his darkest secrets. Because when it comes to the question of loyalty… it will always, always, be you. No matter how much he loves his court, no matter how much he loves his brothers, it would always be you.

With that being said, is he able to resist you? I think he would for maybe two or three weeks. He gets pretty far into it, not that it isn’t the hardest thing he has ever done, but he gets far into it. I think it is probably harder for him than you realize. You obviously know about this little challenge your mate and his brothers created for themselves, and honestly, its very amusing seeing Az try so hard to resist you.

Even his shadows cannot resist. His shadows defy their master every day by playing with you. Traveling in whisps around your hair, brushing a cool touch against the back of your sensitive neck to the point your hair is standing, tweaking at your nipples till the peak beneath your shirt… they certainly know how to tempt their master.

Azriel gives in when he walks into your home, tired from his day long mission, and walks in on you completely naked, splayed out on your bed, legs held open by his shadows as they circle around your pussy, sensitive clit while you squirm, moaning and whimpering his name. From the looks of it, his shadows have been teasing you for hours, the smell of your arousal is absolutely divine, he can hardly tolerate it. You’re practically laying a puddle of your own arousal, staring at him through hooded, pleading eyes and he cracks.

Yeah, no one is able to get a hold of you or Azriel for a solid two weeks after. It’s practically like the mating frenzy all over again. And it is incredible.

Masterlist

#rose rambles #rose answers #Rhysand x reader #Rhysand acotar #Rhys x reader #Rhys headcanons #Cassian x reader #Cassian acotar #cassian hcs #azriel x reader #Azriel acotar #azriel hcs #games with rose #acotar fanfic #acotar headcanons #acotar #bat boys #acotar bat boys #bat boys Drabble

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