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Ewan Mitchell & Tom Glynn-Carney React To House of the Dragon Scenes (x)

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Bloodied Bonds

A/N: This was...fun. I wanted to fit it all into one part but it was getting too long sooooo yeah.....have fun :)

Summary: When hanahaki disease festers in your lungs, how will your family help you while you hide it from your mate?

Pairing: Azriel x Reader, Rhysand x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Elain slander, dying

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There they were again.

Azriel smiled at Elain with those eyes…those eyes. And in your soul you felt the bond writhe with pain and clench in your chest. You remained still as you immediately brought your eyes to look at the ground beneath you. This hurt. This really hurt. A part of you wanted to deny it, wanted to believe that Azriel would remain faithful to you always, that he would stay true to the mating bond, something he desperately used to want before we got together.

Now, you were not so sure.

“Sweetheart…,” Cassian said from behind me, startling. He knew what you was seeing, saw it in his own brother’s eyes. Azriel may have always been a mystery to everyone else outside the inner circle, but his eyes — his beautiful hazel eyes — showed you everything you needed to know.

“I’m fine,” You waved Cassian off, bringing down shields on the bond, shutting out his emotions, the pain from it, and shutting yourself in as a stray tear slipped down your face, “I’m really fine,” You repeated.

Truth to be told, Cassian did not know what to say to you. After you had defended Azriel since you were kids, brought him to you and Rhysand’s mother, convinced her to take him in. Cassian did not know what could come over Azriel to internally betray you in this way. However as you began coughing Cassian was alarmed when you raced towards the kitchen sink and coughed out flower petals, one after another.

“What the hell-” He started, moving to pull back your hair as he observed what you had coughed out. Blood and petals coated the sink and as you choked them out one by one, slowly calming down, you waved your hand magicking it away. And it was then it hit him.

You were dying.

“Explain. Now.” He demanded. Looking away all you mumbled.

“A few weeks ago after I first realised he loved her, I started coughing up flowers and my tears, my tears turned a gold colour. I asked Madja what was wrong. It’s a soul disease called hanahaki, caused by the betrayal of the heart and unrequited love. The tears were caused by the same thing, a unique symptom that is because of my magic due to being the High Lord’s sister. She said the flowers in my lungs will continue to grow until it suffocates me and I die. The star tears are just a symptom that causes physical pain, she doesn’t know if there will be any repercussions from it,” That’s all you managed to ramble out before you doubled over and heaved again, blood dripping out of your gaping mouth as you choked and coughed on the flower petals making their way up your throat.

Cassian was at a loss of words, on one hand he wanted to be angry, angry at you for keeping this from him, for not telling him sooner so he could beat the crap out of Azriel. On the other hand he was…devastated. You had always been like a sister to him, since he first met you as a kindred and fierce spirit when you were seven years old. The three of them had been twenty and Cassian had fell to his knees before the little girl with such a bright spirit, who dared to scream in Devlon’s face when he said females belonged in the kitchen.

Cassian had sworn to protect you.

And now, against a disease he felt helpless.

“Is there a cure?” He asked.

“Madja said there were two ways, either Azriel proves that he still loves me, which we both know won’t happen when he won’t stay away from Elain for more than a few hours, or I could have the flowers cut from their roots and removed, it’s a risky procedure and even successful all my feelings towards Azriel will be removed entirely, given the mating bond, she thinks it will be stripped from my soul. I….I wanted to wait.”

“So you either have your emotions robbed from you, make Azriel realise he’s an idiot, or die?”

You nod.

“Tell Azriel,” “I can’t!” You hissed, “We both know I can’t. He loves her, Cassian, I can feel it, I can see it, everytime he looks at her it’s like she’s the one who hung the stars and moon while when he looks at me that light dies!” You bang your fist on the table.

You point to where Azriel and Elain was far out in the gardens. His shadows no where to be seen, both blissfully unaware of what was going on inside with you and Cassian.

“He acts like she’s the one who went through countless of interrogation, of torture, when she got captured by enemies. He acts like she was the one who protected Velaris with Rhysand when she went under the mountain to be taken advantage of, when Amarantha held me down and tried to force answers out of me,” You let out another pained cry as you slid to the ground, “I have done everything for him, been through hell and back with him. And even after everything he still wants her, still wants to be with her, still doesn’t want me.”

Cassian brought you closer to him as he sat next to you and let you cry on his shoulder.

You cried and cried, and cried until there was nothing left. Cried until you couldn’t cry.

And when you finally fell asleep from exhaustion, Cassian glanced out the house to the gardens where his brother trailed Elain, and Cassian made a decision.

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“You told my brother!?” You shrieked. Rhysand and Cassian was now sitting around you in Rhys’s study.

“You told Cassian before me?” Rhysand shot back. You rolled your eyes as you scoffed, “Oh please I didn’t tell him anything I was throwing up flowers in front of him, not much I could do except explain.”

Shaking his head, Rhys sighed as he glanced at Cassian and they both shared a look. Narrowing your eyes, the tendrils in your mind crept towards your brother and the general, and surprise coated your face when you realised they had shut you out.

“Let me remind you what I do is my choice.”

“Not when your life is at stake,” Rhysand retorted.

So he had decided something against your will already. Of course, your brother who wanted to help everyone, your brother who thought you were his responsibility, his burden to bear. Your brother who claimed to value your opinion oh so much but then never, not once, ever considered how you feel in anything that had to do with you.

“He doesn’t care. I haven’t even been actively hiding it from him, it’s just that he’s never around to notice,” You said bitterly, “Did you know he missed my birthday? You all did. Because usually he’s the one going around reminding everyone the week before. Did you know our anniversary passed and I had waited for him all day just to realise he was with her?” Stray tears slipped down your cheeks as you tried to hold them back.

Crying meant that you were weak.

And you hated being weak.

That was when Cassian spoke, “Have Madja remove the flowers.”

Rhysand shot a look at him.

“She won’t survive otherwise. Even as we discuss this now she is running out of time, Rhys. Azriel’s infatuation with Elain is unforgivable and at least this way we can save her. Their relationship might never be the same but if Azriel is truly in love with Elain as she feels, then it is possible this way everyone wins.”

“I don’t want the male who almost killed my sister in my court,” Rhys bit out.

“Convincing Azriel that what he is doing is wrong will take too long. Maybe we should have interfered when it first started but now it’s too late. We can still save her, really save her. Not their relationship but at least she’ll live,” “And live with a bond that will eventually diminish into nothing?” “Maybe it’s better that way.”

Glancing between Cassian and your brother, your own inner turmoil seemed to be playing out in front of you as they discussed everything that you had not been able to come to terms with yourself. A part of you could still hardly believe that Azriel would do something like this, hurt you in this way when he himself swore that he would be loyal for eternity.

Mates.

A sacred connection that determined your equal, your partner in everything.

But your parents were mates too…and that did not work out well. So maybe it was time for you to let your mate go.

However, as you opened your mouth to agree with Cassian, to agree that maybe the best option would be to remove the flowers directly, the consequences of your feelings being stolen be damned, a cough climbed up your throat.

And as you coughed out bloody petals onto Rhysand’s office floor….everything went dark.

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It had all happened quickly, too quickly for Rhysand’s liking.

One moment he was debating with Cassian how they would save his sister’s life, the next moment as she was about to say something and he watched in horror as blood came out instead of words. Her eyes drooped and he raced to catch her from hitting her head on the hard wooden floors, and as his ears started ringing, holding his sister’s lifeless body in his arms, as he watched golden tears stream out of her eyes, he noticed there was someone screaming.

And it was not until his throat hurt, until his own throat burned, that he realised he was the one screaming, crying out loud for his sister who’s body seemed as lifeless as the one he had lost all those years ago.

“Get Madja!” He roared at Cassian, “Get her NOW!”

Less that a minute went by when Morrigan and Feyre came into the room, Feyre let out a horrified gasp as Mor took in the scene, freezing as she realised her cousin, her best friend, her only companion during the times after Eris and Keir, was in Rhysand’s arms, still and lifeless even as blood trickled out of her mouth and gold spilled form her closed eyelids.

Madja came shortly after, and Y/N’s body was moved to a different room for Madja to work, Cassian explaining what happened and the illness in Y/N’s body that was causing this. Morrigan took a few steps back, before she crashed into the wall of the hallway and let out her own sob.

And for the first time after Rhysand and Y/N had returned from the mountain, Morrigan wept.

Two days passed, and Y/N did not wake.

Madja estimated that they would have to make a decision within the week whether they would tell Azriel, or cut the flowers out.

And in those two days Azriel did not come.

It was only after Rhysand had asked him to meet, told him about Y/N did Azriel finally realised he had not seen his mate in days. That he had not even spent more than fifteen minutes with her in the past few months.

It was only after Rhysand said that Y/N was dying, did Azriel reach down the now cold and empty bond, and realise he had shut her out. And when he let his walls down, experienced the agony, the pain, the grief she felt even in her unconscious state, did Azriel regret.

“Why didn’t she tell me…” Azriel whispered.

“Because she heard you when I told you to stay away from Elain. I looked into her mind and I realised the day her disease started she went to find you, and you had been in my office, yelling at me that the cauldron had made a mistake, that you wanted Elain,” Rhysand laughed coldly. Even Rhys in all his beauty, his eyes were now red from sobbing, his voice hoarse from how he had cried, and cried.

“Good job, Azriel,” Cassian said from the doorway, “You got what you wanted. Your bond will no longer exist once she awakes…that’s if she survives even.”

“No….I don’t,” Azriel muttered, “Rhysand…what conversation?” Rhysand furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you really playing this game with me now? My sister is DYING! AND YOU WANT TO PRETEND LIKE YOU FORGOT WHAT YOU SAID!?”

Azriel’s eyes looked back and forth between his brother’s….when did he…when did he even get here?

Where was his mate?

Why did it feel like something just cleared from his head?

That was when Elain stepped in, holding a mug and what looked to be tea.

“Azriel, i heard your distress, drink this it will make you feel better,” She said softly, but as Rhysand’s eyes narrowed on the mug, it was Cassian who snatched it out of her hands, brought it to his eyes and shattered it on the already ruined hard wood floors.

“That was not just tea.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

And as Cassian lifted his head he declared, “As General of the Night court, I arrest you for illegal possession and use of aphrodisiacs. You are charged with attempted murder of the Princess of the Night Court. You are charged with manipulation and forced betrayal of the court’s spymaster,” And with a menacing grin Cassian said, “And you are charged because you bloody annoy me and you…what you have done today makes me want to rip you to shreds.”

A beat passed.

“That is….” Cassian continued as he glanced at Azriel, with each blink clarity seemed to return to the shadowsinger as he processed everything, as he remembered everything Elain made him do, as he remembered how he had hurt his mate, “That is if Azriel decides he doesn’t want to kill you first.”

Elain let out a scoff, looking down at the spilled tea and broken pieces of ceramic in disgust, “Azriel loves me. Azriel should love me not that disgusting slut of a female, she might be a princess but she is-,” “Mine.” Azriel interrupted.

“She was mine before you interfered. She was mine before you made me break her.” Azriel turned, no doubt to go find Y/N.

“Start counting your days, Elain, because now they are numbered.”

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Part 2 coming.....tell me if you wanna be tagged :3

Love, Ellie.

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Lost in a Labyrinth - Azriel x Reader

Lost in a Labyrinth I - Azriel x Reader

Summary: Lonely and heartbroken after his near kiss with Elain, Azriel finds himself at the door to the most exclusive pleasure house in Hewn City, The Labyrinth, taking Rhysand’s cruel advice. What he expected to find was a pretty girl to warm a bed with him for a single night. But instead he finds something he never thought existed—his mate. A mate that is tangled up in something far more sinister than he could ever imagine. 

Warnings: smut (minors dni), reader is a prostitute

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Part I

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“So you will leave Elain alone. If you need to fuck someone, go to a pleasure house and pay for it, but stay away from her.” 

Rhysand’s words had played over and over again in his head since the Winter Solstice, three months ago. Azriel wasn't sure why he was taking him up on his shitty advice now but by some will of his own, he was standing in the shadows of the alley across the street from The Labyrinth—Hewn City’s most exclusive brothel. 

Azriel only knew of this place because some of the high ranking nobles he spied on talked about it often. It was known for its secrecy, for making sure their clientele had confidentiality. There were far more pleasure houses that were known to the public, even one in Velaris, but the last thing Azriel wanted was word getting around that he had been seen visiting one. Partly because he liked keeping his love affairs secret, but mostly because he didn’t want to give that satisfaction to Rhysand. 

When his shadows came back with no reports of any sightings of faeries nearby, Azriel crossed the distance to The Labyrinth. He knocked five times on the plain looking, unassuming door, following the instructions he had overheard. 

A sliding peephole opened revealing a pair of dark eyes. “A bargain, Shadowsinger,” a male voice said through the door. “A copper for your eyes.”

“A silver for your tongue,” Azriel agreed. He felt a burning sensation behind his ear, the bargain tattoo forming. 

This was another thing he had learned from spying— the secret bargain that would grant you access to The Labyrinth. A bargain that he wouldn’t speak of the people and things he might see here so long as they kept their silence in regards to his identity. 

The door swung open a second later and the male guard ushered him in. The guard gave him a once over, his eyes stopping on the dagger sheathed on his thigh. 

“No weapons allowed, Shadowsinger,” the guard ordered. “Especially around the girls.”

Azriel wordlessly unsheathed Truth-teller and let his shadows take it away. He didn’t tell the guard that it was pointless, that he could summon it back at any time regardless of whatever wards they had set up around here—his shadows didn’t abide by the typical rules of magic. But the guard didn’t need to know that. 

The guard held out a gloved hand. “The entrance fee.”

Azriel reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch filled with coins. He set it in the guard’s palm without question. 

The guard gave him a dip of the head, satisfied, before gesturing for him to continue on. Azriel strided down the dim hallway. He could already smell various aphrodisiacs and drugs amongst the intoxicating scent of arousal in the air. It spurred him on, kept his feet moving on the dark red carpet, not allowing him the chance to second guess his decision to come here. 

He wasn’t sure what magic was at play, or if they specifically scented the hallway to further get their clients in the mood, but something was tugging him forward. 

He finally made it to the other end of the hallway, where a black door was awaiting him. He opened it slowly, cautiously and when no threat appeared, stepped through the threshold. The door opened up into a large foyer of sorts with a large candle chandelier hanging from the ceiling. 

Straight ahead was a grand staircase that led to the second floor. On both sides of the foyer were large double doors with masked guards standing in front of them, swords strapped to their backs.

Waiting for him in the center of the room was an older, High Fae female with generous curves, dressed decadently. A polite smile graced her pretty but aging face as she took him in. 

“Shadowsinger,” she greeted with a dip of the head, her hands clasped in front of her. “Welcome to The Labyrinth. My name is Lydia. I will be your point of contact during your time here. Please follow me, I will show you to the girls so you may make your selection.” 

This wasn’t the first time Azriel had visited a pleasure house. Gods, when they were younger, him, Rhysand and Cassian had gone to some together. Had even taken the same girl once. But this felt…different. The atmosphere was soft, sensual—not rowdy like the other brothels he had been to. 

He followed Lydia into the first set of double doors, which led down another long corridor with more doors lining the wall, all numbered. Until they reached the end where another set of double doors waited. As soon as Lydia pushed them open and gestured for him to continue, soft music crept through the air.

Azriel walked into a heavily perfumed room, dimly lit much like everywhere else in this place. Dark red, velvet settees and cushions lined the walls and floors. Silks hanging from the ceilings gave each space a bit of privacy. A bar was on the opposite wall, fully stocked with various alcohols. Males and females, alike, were milling about the room in various states of undress, some paired up on the couches and chairs. 

At the front of the room was a wall made entirely of glass that overlooked a courtyard. Hanging plants and flowered vines decorated the space. A large fountain bubbled in the middle of it. Girls in lingerie and silk robes sat on the stone benches and cushions on the floor, lingered near the fountain, danced to the soft music in corners of the courtyard—all giggling and chattering with each other.

“These are the girls in The Labyrinth,” Lydia explained. “If you would like to see our selection of males, let me know.” 

His eyes wandered over the girls, all so beautiful and unique. Every single type of fae was here—from nymphs to firelings to High Fae. But his gaze was drawn towards a lone figure in one of the second story alcoves. 

His breath was sucked from his lungs the minute his eyes fell on her. She was…she was so beautiful. The most beautiful female he had ever seen in his five hundred years of living. She was dressed in a light pink lingerie set, a sheer robe hanging over it with white fur trims. She was alone, resting an elbow on the stone railing with her chin plopped in her hand as she gazed out into the carved mountainside within Hewn City. 

He couldn’t rip his eyes away from her. 

“Are any of them suited to your tastes, Shadowsinger?” Lydia questioned from beside him, knocking him out of whatever spell he had been put under. 

“Her,” he answered, his voice a mere whisper, as he dipped his head towards the female he couldn’t help but stare at. 

Lydia murmured something to one of the masked servants walking around with trays of champagne flutes. A moment later, one returned and handed the female a slip of paper. She clicked her tongue at whatever she read. 

“Apologies, Shadowsinger,” she said, “But it looks like she’s already been chosen for tonight. Do any—”

“By who?” Azriel growled before he even realized, his shadows whirling around him. Lydia looked up at him with a stern look that accentuated all the fine lines on her face. 

“You know I can’t tell you that,” she chided. Azriel gave her a sheepish look, not knowing what had come over him. “It looks like any of the other girls are still up for the taking if you’d like to choose another?” 

But Azriel couldn’t stop staring at the girl in the pink. Couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her. None of the other girls caught his attention. He had come here looking for a quick, no strings attached, fuck but that desire, that need—it was like it had been sucked right out of him. 

“I…” he trailed off, suddenly reeling back into his body. Lydia was staring up at him expectedly but he took a step away. “N-no. I’m sorry. I should…I should go.” 

Not a second later, his shadows swirled around him, whisking him away. 

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Azriel wasn’t sure what drew him back to The Labyrinth the next night. Or the night after. Each time he came, he asked for that girl in pink, and each time, he was told she had already been booked for the night. It would’ve been easy to accompany Mor to Rita’s and find a plethora of females that would fuck him for free. But none of them would’ve been her. 

He wasn’t even sure why he was becoming so obsessed with a girl he’d never even talked to. Obsessed enough to travel to Hewn City, pay the copious entrance fee, just to leave when he was told she was still not available. 

But here he was. 

Again. 

Standing at the doors to The Labyrinth. 

It had become such a reoccurrence that Lydia would merely shake her head no at the sight of him, already knowing what he was there for. He was sure tonight would go more or less the same. But he was surprised when he caught sight of Lydia standing in the large, intricate foyer and she shook her head yes. 

“Well, Shadowsinger,” she said, “I admire your persistence. It seems it is your lucky day. The girl you’ve been waiting for is available. Please, continue on up the stairs and into The Labyrinth. She will be waiting for you behind the ninth door.” 

Azriel gave her a dip of the head before striding past her to the staircase. His shadows were swarming him—excited about something. He tuned them out, pushing open the black doors waiting for him at the top of the stairs. 

He paused for a second, feeling like he had suddenly been transported somewhere else. Instead of one long hallway like he’d been expecting, the doors opened to a maze of large pillars, multiple pathways lit by candles placed on the floor. 

He sent his shadows forward to scout the place and locate the ninth door that Lydia had mentioned. He followed their trail which led him to a red door with a number nine painted on it in a darker shade of red that looked suspiciously like blood. 

He let out the breath he had been holding as he wrapped his scarred fingers around the doorknob and slowly pushed it open. 

Slow, sultry music met his ears and the scent of pomegranates and cardamom flooded his senses. It was intoxicating, beckoning him forward. He softly shut the door behind him before he completely paused in his tracks as he turned to face the room. 

There, standing with her back to him, was the girl who had been utterly consuming his mind since he had first laid eyes on her. She was wearing a light pink nightgown that laced down her lower back. She was bent forward slightly, lighting a candle on a coffee table set up in front of a pair of red velvet couches. 

His eyes trailed over the room for a second, trying to gather his bearings. It was a large room, large enough to have a sitting area separate from the four-poster bed covered in silk and textured fabrics. Everything fit the same color scheme as the other rooms he’d been in, red and black. Lit only by candles, the soft lighting only added to the sultry atmosphere. 

Some smoke lingered in the air, making everything a bit more hazy. He recognized the scent as a popular aphrodisiac often used during parties with high nobility. His shadows seemed lulled by the music, drifting around him lazily as he stood in place. 

He stood frozen as she finally turned around and met his gaze. He had thought her beautiful that day he had seen her up on the balcony, but this close, well… beautiful was not strong enough of a word. She looked crafted for the Gods, a being not meant to walk alongside man. His breath was sucked right out of his lungs again, his eyes widened as his shadows reacted by lowering themselves onto the ground, leaving him bare. 

“There you are,” she purred, her voice as smooth as silk and honey. “I’ve heard you’ve been waiting for me.”

Azriel swallowed harshly, his throat bobbing with the motion. He watched her eyes track it, watched how her smirk slipped into a soft smile instead. He opened his mouth to speak, to say anything, but it was like no thoughts existed in his head except for an image of her. 

“A bit shy, are you?” She teased after he failed to speak, walking towards him and holding out a hand with well manicured nails. “That’s okay, my love, let me take care of you.” 

She grasped his hand in her much smaller one, not even flinching when her skin met contact with his brutal scars. He let her guide him to the couch and push him to sit, entranced by her very presence. She moved to the bar cart behind him, running a delicate hand over his shoulders as she did, before pouring two glasses of whiskey. 

She meandered back over to him, plopping on the couch next to him before handing him one of the glasses. She clinked her glass against his. “For the nerves, my love.”

Azriel wanted to tell her that he wasn’t nervous, but that would be a lie. He had no idea why he had been reduced to the shy teenage boy he had been in his youth but he couldn’t shake himself from the feeling. Her presence was overwhelming, intimidating. Like she somehow held his entire being in the palm of her hands. 

“Thank you,” he grunted out, his voice rough. He cleared his throat before downing his glass of whiskey in one go. She followed his lead, her smoky eyes never leaving his as she swallowed her whiskey. Beneath the exaggerated desire he found in them was a more calculating look, like she was trying to figure him out. 

A bit of the whiskey slipped out of the side of her mouth, dripping down her chin and neck to the crevice between her breasts. Azriel’s gaze followed it, his cock tightening in his pants as he wished to lick it off her gleaming skin. 

“Oops,” she giggled, swiping it up with a finger and sucking it into her mouth. “Would you like another glass?” 

He shook his head. He didn’t want to be drunk for this. He wanted to savor every second of his time with her, the girl who had been plaguing his thoughts night and day. 

“You seem tense, Shadowsinger,” she purred with a pout, making his eyes dip to her full, red painted lips. “I can fix that.” 

She reached forward and ran a slender hand up his chest and he nearly moaned at the feeling of her touching him. His hand latched onto hers, stopping it in its tracks. 

“What’s your name?” Azriel asked, finally speaking. He needed to know. Needed to taste the way it felt to say it on his tongue as much as he needed to taste her. 

“Serenity,” she replied with a coy smile. “But you can call me anything you like, my love.” 

His eyes searched hers. “That’s not your real name, is it?” 

“Of course not, darling,” she giggled. She leaned towards him, close enough that her breath fluttered over his ear. His cock twitched in his pants, his skin heated. “I think the real question is, what would you like me to call you, Shadowsinger?”

“Azriel,” he breathed out. “Just…just Azriel.” 

“Azriel,” she repeated in that voice of silk and honey. 

His eyes darted down to her lips again. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t help how turned on he felt. Was it the aphrodisiacs in the room? Or perhaps the whiskey had hit just right? He didn’t care. All he knew was he needed to have her. 

Azriel let go of her hand, letting her continue her travel up his chest until she grabbed the empty glass in his hand and set it down on the table in front of them. She made eye contact with him again, slowly moving to straddle him on the couch, wrapping her arms around his neck lightly. He bit back a groan as her weight fell on his hardening member.

“What is it you’re here for, Azriel?”

His brain couldn’t focus with her in his lap. Her eyes were so mesmerizing, her scent one he could get high off. His hands found her waist, the silk fabric of her nightgown so smooth against his rough skin. 

“You,” he whispered, honestly. Because that was the truth. He had seen her and knew he needed to have her. 

“I’m yours, Azriel,” she giggled. “Any way you want me.” 

If he were a better male, perhaps now would be the time he realized this might be a mistake. But he wasn’t a better male. He couldn’t be. Not when her body was pressed against his, not when she looked so beautiful staring up at him with her large, expressive eyes, and certainly not when his body was singing for her—hungering for her like she was the only sustenance he needed. 

So Azriel surged forward and kissed her. 

Lightning exploded, skittering over his skin, the moment his lips touched hers. He groaned at the feeling of their softness. She let out a small sigh as she kissed him back, melting in his lap, pressing herself closer to him. 

Azriel slid a hand up her exposed back until he grasped her by the back of the neck and tilted her head so he could deepen the kiss, finally taking control of the situation. His cock hardened painfully as she spread her legs further, allowing her heat to rub against him. 

He kissed her like a starved male, licking along her bottom lip, compelling her to part her lips for him. She let him consume her, let him slip his tongue into her mouth and taste her fully. 

So sweet. 

So divine. 

Azriel broke the kiss, letting her gasp for air. The scent of her arousal had his eyes rolling back in his head. Still holding her by the back of the neck, he twisted her head to the side and pressed his lips just below her ear before trailing down her jaw and to her delicate neck. 

She moaned, squirming in his lap and rubbing against his hard length, only spurring him on more. His other hand started working on unlacing her nightgown. His fingers fumbled over the ribbon, until finally, it came undone and fell, pooling at her waist. 

Azriel pulled back to look at her, now bare before him from the waist up. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly with her breathing, her eyes dilated and full of lust, her lips swollen. The perfect image of desire. 

“So beautiful,” he growled, before leaning forward and latching his mouth around her right nipple. She gasped, arching into his mouth as her hands fisted his hair. 

“Azriel,” she whimpered, pushing her hips down against his bulge. He growled again, thrusting his hips up to meet hers. 

His lips made a path back up to hers, taking her breasts in his palms as he kissed her deeply. She grinded down on his cock again, pulling a whine from the back of his throat that had her smiling against his lips. 

He wanted to take his time with her, wanting to draw this out as long as he could. But he knew he wouldn’t last. Not when the need to be in her was causing him to strain against his pants to the point of pain. 

Azriel stood, lifting her up with him with an arm under her ass and the other wrapped around her. He let his shadows swarm them, stepping out right in front of the bed. She was breathless as he dropped her onto the soft pillows and sheets, her hair fanning around her head like a halo. 

An Angel. 

That’s what she was. 

A godsdamn Angel. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off of her, running them down her body as he pulled her nightgown all the way off, leaving her entirely bare before her. She moved to sit up, reaching for the buttons of his shirt but he lightly grasped her throat in his hand and pushed her back down.

“How do you want me, Azriel?” She hummed, seductively, wrapping her hands around his wrist.

Azriel leaned down, running his nose along the column of her throat until his mouth was beside her ear. 

“First, I want you coming on my fingers,” he commanded, his voice husky with desire. “Then my tongue. And then my cock. Do you understand?”

She swallowed audibly, nodding her head. 

“Words, angel,” he smirked. “Use your words.” 

“Yes, Azriel, I understand,” she whimpered, the scent of her arousal peaking. 

He inhaled deeply before pulling away and dropping to his knees before her. She sat up on her elbows, letting out a small cry as he hooked his arms around her thighs and yanked her towards the end of the bed. 

Her sex was glistening with her want and Azriel groaned at the sight, unlacing his pants with one hand to relieve some pressure. He watched her as he dipped forward and ran his tongue up her slit, his eyes rolling back at the sweet taste of her. 

She tossed her head back with a moan, spreading her legs wider for him. Azriel didn’t waste any time. He sucked and licked at her clit with a hunger he’d never felt before, his cock twitching every time he drew out a moan or cry from her lips. 

True to his word, his finger swirled around her entrance, causing her hips to thrust closer and closer. He continued his ministrations as he slid a single finger inside of her, cursing as he felt how tight she was wrapped around him. 

“Azriel,” she cried out as he added a second finger before slowly thrusting in and out of her. “Fuck.” 

He continued to suck that spot that had her crying out, pure waves of euphoria crashing through her body. His fingers began to thrust inside of her faster and faster as her moans became more frequent.

“That’s it, angel,” he praised as she rutted against his fingers. “Fuck yourself with my fingers.” 

She whimpered, her movements frenzied as he latched his mouth back on her clit, sucking in rhythm with his fingers. One of her hands gripped his hair while the other fisted the sheets and she squirmed in pleasure until he pushed her over the edge. 

“Az…Azriel,” she cried, arching her back as flames licked their way through her body. “I’m gonna—”

Azriel didn’t stop, palming himself with his free hand as she orgasmed, pulsating around his fingers with a loud moan. He slipped his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue just in time to feel the aftershock ripple through her. 

She tried to pull his head away, but he didn’t relent. He needed her on his tongue, needed to fulfill the hunger inside of him. It wasn’t long before he had her screaming through her second orgasm, lapping at the wetness pooling between her thighs. Azriel didn’t let up as he rode out her orgasm with his tongue, not until her body was writhing in pleasure and she was begging him to stop. 

He stood, sticking one of the fingers covered in her juices into his mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as he groaned. “Gods, you taste so good.” 

He left her panting on the bed as he made quick work of ripping his clothes off. His eyes were black with lust, his shadows spilling all around him in his craze. Gods, he needed her so bad. Every piece of her. 

He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her and crashing his lips against hers. His tongue was still claiming her mouth as her hands roamed the muscles of his chest, sliding down to his cock. He groaned into her mouth as she ran her hand up and down his shaft. 

“Please,” she begged. 

“Please what, angel?” He nipped at her bottom lip. “What is it you want?” 

“Please fuck me, Azriel,” she whined. 

The noise that came out of his throat at her words was one he’d never made before. He sat back on his haunches, replacing her hand with his as he guided himself towards her entrance, rubbing up and down against the wetness that was waiting for him. 

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he slid himself inside of her slowly. She moaned as Azriel let out an animalistic growl at the feeling of her wrapped around him. It wasn’t until he was all the way in her when they both finally released a breath.

“Fuck,” he grunted, falling forward and peppering kisses along her throat. “You feel so good.”

She whimpered at his praise and felt him smirk against her neck before he started to finally move, pulling himself all the way out her before thrusting back in, faster this time. She cried out as he slammed into her.

Azriel set a punishing pace, thrusting into her again and again. His shadows seeped from him until nearly every crevice of the room was taken over by his darkness. 

Her nails raked down his back, between his wings as she let him take her. He claimed her mouth again, passionately swallowing each moan he pulled from her. Her hips began to meet his with each thrust, pushing him deeper and deeper inside of her. 

“Gods, Azriel,” she cried, squeezing around him as he hit that sweet spot inside her. 

“Are you going to come on my cock, angel?” he cooed. 

“Yes,” she mewled. “Yes, gods, yes.” 

“Good girl,” he growled, nipping at her throat with his canines. 

His words pushed her over the edge into the hot bliss of pleasure. She screamed his name as the lightning shot through her, her core pulsating with each strike.

“Fuck,” Azriel groaned. He rode out her orgasm and then his thrusts became harder, faster but sloppy with no rhythm as his own release slid up on him.

His tongue swirled around the base of her neck before an utterly feral growl ripped through him. And then he bit down on that spot. His canines ripped through the skin, sinking down into her flesh as he came, thrusting once, twice and one final time—burying himself in her. 

They both panted in silence for a moment, coming down from their highs before Azriel slowly slipped out of her with a small whimper. He pulled away from her and she smiled up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure and satisfaction. 

And then something happened. Something he never thought would. Something he had only dreamed about but never wished for because he had thought it a waste of breath. 

A golden string of light unwound itself and shot across the darkness, all the way to the beautiful girl before him. 

The mating bond snapped. 

His mating bond.

Azriel let out a choked noise, rising fully. He stumbled back in shock, his eyes wide as he stared down at her. Her brows furrowed in confusion and she sat up. 

Fuck, his mate…

She was his mate.

His godsdamn mate. 

This couldn’t be happening. Not like this. Not after he had just paid her to have sex with him. Not after he had come here for a shameless fuck. She’d never want him now. Why would she? 

He hastily began picking up his discarded clothes and dressing himself. She did the same in her confusion, slipping her nightgown back on as she frowned at him. 

“What happened?” Her voice was meek as she hugged an arm around herself, looking at him. “Have I…have I done something wrong?”

“N-no,” he stuttered, not looking her in the eyes. Gods, she would hate him if he told her now. She would not want anything to do with him. “No, I’m sorry. I-I need to go.” 

“But you paid for the whole night,” she said, perplexed with a hint of insecurity. “Please, if I wasn’t good…if you didn’t enjoy it…I can do better, I swear it.” 

He finally looked at her, at his mate. His heart sank in his chest at her words. Fuck, he was making this worse. He couldn’t stand the sight of her looking at him like she’d done something wrong. She was perfect. She had been perfect. It was him who fucked up.

“No, no, don’t. It’s not you," Azriel tried to reassure her. “I…it’s me. I need to go. I’m so sorry.” 

“At least let me get you your money back,” she said, rubbing her arm. He felt sick to his stomach.

“No! No, please keep it,” he murmured, buttoning up his shirt as fast as he could. “I’m…I’m so sorry. This was a mistake.”

And then he disappeared in his shadows, her confused and hurt face the last thing he saw. 

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could you pretend to be in love?— masterlist

| modern!aemond × fem!reader ongoing | (fake dating)

summary: with his last relationship ending in disaster and giving the college a lot to talk about, the most popular guy comes to you for help to save his reputation. but you never expected him to need to fake a relationship... with you.

i do not own any character from the book "fire and blood" or the series "the house of the dragon" except my own character included. all rights reserved to George R.R. Martin and HBO.

warnings: none yet

chapter one: the proposal

chapter two: the contract

chapter three: the complicity

chapter four: the evolution

chapter five: the challenge

chapter six: the connection

chapter seven: to Dragonstone / lovers

chapter eight: coming soon...

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Het Huis Anubis: 2006 - 2009

⊱ Series:

season one - season two - season three - season four

⊱ Movies:

Het Pad der 7 Zonden | De Wraak van Arghus | De Terugkeer van Sibuna

⊱ Musicals:

De Graal der Eeuwige Vriendschap | De Legende van het Spooktheater

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Das Haus Anubis: 2009 - 2012

⊱ Series:

season one - season two - season three (part one) - season three (part two)

⊱ Movie:

Pfad der 7 Sünden

De Legende van de Vijf: 2010 - 2011

⊱ Series:

season one - season two

⊱ Movie:

De Toorn van Balor

⊱ Musical:

Het Mysterie van het Verborgen Symbool

⤍ Also subbed by @hethuisxdashausxhouseofxanubis

House Of Anubis: 2011 - 2013

⊱ Series:

season one - season two - season three

⊱ Movie:

The Touchstone of Ra

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Midnight Muse (Part 11)

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 4,032

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Masterlist]

Notes: Holy crap, we've crested 35k words for this fic I'm so proud of myself. 🥰 (lol also i thin i over-explained what he's making for dinner but whatever)

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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You ask your reflection in the mirror. You’re currently locked in Azriel’s bathroom after he’d handed you a fluffy towel and offered you his shower, and now you’re staring into the mirror, fingers white-knuckled where they’re curled around the counter, totally freaking out.

You look like the mess you feel like. There’s a part of you that appreciates that Azriel hadn’t mentioned your state. Your mascara has run from the rain, streaking down your cheeks, pale from the chill. Your hair hasn’t fared much better—plastered to your head from the helmet you’d been wearing. It’s tangled in knots around your shoulders.

Azriel had the gall to look like a fucking God when he’d run his fingers through his own drenched hair. It had stuck up in all different directions but he’d only managed to make the hairstyle look even better. And worse, the black t-shirt that clung to his skin only showed off his impressive abdominals. You managed to keep your eyes on his face, covering yourself with the towel he offered you as you slipped out of his leather jacket. The fabric did well to hide your pert nipples, but it didn’t stop the shiver from raking down your spine and collecting between the apex of your thighs when he’d leaned over to stretch the jacket over a nearby chair, showing off the rippling muscles lining his back.

Now, you’re standing in the bathroom, completely beside yourself. You shouldn’t be here. You should’ve sprinted right past Rhys fucking Feyre into the couch and locked yourself in your room, shoved your headphones into your ears and turned your music all the way up to drown out the sounds of them having sex. It would’ve been way more mortifying for all of you, but at least you wouldn’t be in the situation you’re currently in.

Huffing a breath of frustration, you pull your phone from your pocket. The case sticks against your damp jeans and you nearly drop it onto the tiles below your feet. Your heart races as you catch it, clutching it even tighter in your grip. Thankfully, it has made it out of the rain unscathed, but the battery is running low. Quickly, you pull up Cassian’s contact and shoot off a text, asking when he will be returning to the apartment. After the message is delivered, you add that he’s missing out on some hot gossip right now because you know that it will draw him home like a bee on honey.

“Okay, you can do this,” you mutter to yourself. “Just take it one step at a time. A shower, first.”

There’s a pile of clothes that Azriel had found for you, folded atop the counter. Sifting through them quickly, you wonder if you should be thankful it’s not forgotten garments of the three boys’ conquests or items left behind from rowdy partygoers that may have been a little too drunk to remember all of their things.

Drunk. That’s what you need to be right now.

Snagging the wash cloth from the top of the pile, you twist the shower on until steam begins filling the small room. For a bathroom in a college boys apartment, it’s cleaner than you thought. There’s a black shower mat placed outside of the tub and they even have a shower curtain. 

Three towels hang on hooks around the room but that is the only unorderly thing about it. A violet one hangs on the back of the door next to a robe, and you remember it as the one that Cassian had worn to your drawing class the one day he modeled. 

It’s shocking that you actually remember what he was wearing that day.

There’s a crimson towel slung along a rod nailed beside the shower and a dark azure one hanging from a hook next to it. You wonder which belongs to which boy.

Stop distracting yourself.

Right. The shower.

You’re still shivering a little when you strip down, peeling your wet clothes from your body. It’s hard to wiggle out of your jeans and you nearly trip, biting back the noise of fright that tries to free itself from your throat as you stumble.

You’re able to right yourself, and you give yourself a moment to ease the racing of your heart. You pray that the hot water will relax your tight muscles and clear your head of all worrying thoughts.

The spray is delightful. Near scalding in temperature, you relax almost instantly under the perfect pressure in a shower you’ve ever had the pleasure of being under. They’ve clearly replaced the shower head because this it utterly fucking therapeutic. This one is heaven sent compared to the leaky one in your apartment. You release an enjoyable sigh at the way it warms your aching bones.

You eye the shelf of products. There’s enough to where you’re surprised, trying to discern which belongs to whom. Eyes roving over the three-in-one Azriel had mentioned was Cassian’s, you laugh, because with hair like his you wouldn’t expect your friend to be using that. But hey, whatever works for him.

There are three other bottles of shampoo, hair oils, along with expensive looking conditioners, razors, shaving cream, and face washes all lined up nicely—presumably in the order they’re used—on the shelf. Reading the bottles of each one as the water pours warmly down your back, you tentatively pick one up and take a whiff of the product. The label reads ‘hydrating,’ but the lavender scent that consumes your senses nearly makes you gag.

Next.

The second bottle smells like actual heaven. It’s deep, musky and manly. There are hints of pine and something you can’t really describe as anything other than a night-chilled mist.

It’s a little too masculine for you, but you use it anyway, lathering it in your hands and scrubbing it into your scalp. The heady scent fills the room and you breathe in deeply, letting it settle into your bones.

You try to shower as quickly as you can so Azriel doesn’t have anything to complain about except maybe the lack of hot water after you’re done because you just can’t help yourself. You’re cold and you want to marry this showerhead.

If it were detachable, you’d absolutely take it down to the courthouse right now. 

Your stomach twists at the thought that the products you’re using may be Azriels. They look expensive but the bottles are heavy in your hands. Hopefully he won’t notice if any of it is gone. Hell, you’d rather use Rhysand’s things because at least you’re on better terms than you are with Azriel.

After conditioning your hair and washing your body, you shut the water off and dry yourself off with the towel Azriel lent you. You feel much better already. You’re definitely warmer, that bone-chilling cold from the rain is gone, and only the chill of the room is left in its wake. 

The clothes Azriel left you make you look like you’re drowning in them. A pair of gray sweatpants that you’re thankful he’s not wearing right now because you simply might break this little feud you have with him if he were. They hang so low on your hips that even pulling the drawstring as tight as you could didn’t help them from slipping down your waist. Thankfully, the black t-shirt he’s given you hangs low enough to hide your exposed skin.

You don’t understand how it can fit him so tightly but be so loose on you.

You find yourself once again in front of the mirror. The steam from your shower has revealed a message written on the reflective surface that reads ‘hurry up fucker.’ It’s been left by Cassian, no doubt. Only he would have as scraggly writing as this. His whole attitude screams sneaking into the bathroom while his roommates are showering to leave them cheeky messages. 

If it was left for Azriel or Rhysand, you don’t know.

Rhysand seems like he takes his time in the shower. He’s most likely the owner of most of those hair and skin products lining the shelves of the shower. He looks like he enjoys primping, and he absolutely screams manscaping.

Azriel has more of an effortless look. One that gives you the inclination that it could be him who is using all of these products. He definitely seems anal enough to have a twenty step care routine. One shampoo for the mornings, one for nights. One face wash for after he’s been drinking, one for when he’s grumpy. Which would constantly be empty because he’s grumpy as shit everyday.

What he really needs is something with soothing scents, ones that might help him fall aslee—

And once again, you kindly ask yourself in the mirror, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Where you’d wanted to hide to avoid spending time with Azriel, the bathroom has now become nothing more than a void of thoughts about him. As if he might’ve slipped in on an unnamed wind beneath the crack in the door, steaming wisps carrying thoughts of him.

Enough, you scold sternly. It’s now or never. You only need to stay here as long as it takes for Feyre and Rhysand to stop fucking or until Cassian comes back so he can be the buffer between you and Azriel, even if he’s not being entirely intolerable right now.

Scooping your wet clothes from the floor and making sure your panties are folded as small as possible and tucked tightly in the middle, you exit the bathroom.

The smell that slaps you in the face is fucking incredible and your stomach agrees with a loud growl. 

The sight might be even better.

Azriel is standing over the stove, shirtless as he stirs something in the skillet that’s making the most wonderful sizzling sounds. Your mouth wets with saliva and you blame it on the aroma of whatever he’s making and not the fact that his back looks just as good as you’d imagined.

Two, large bat-like wings are tattooed across the expanse of his shoulder blades, dipping down to caress the tight line of his spine. They flex when he moves, reaching for the spices to his side and your knees wobble a bit as all of the warmth from your shower converges deep between your legs.

He’s changed his pants, you notice, into a pair of black sweatpants that hang so low on his hips that you can see the cutting lines of his hips where they triangle into the waistband of his underwear. The two dimples at the base of his spine call to you, and you just want to press your tongue into them.

Azriel turns, heading for the fridge, but he stops in his tracks when he sees you standing two feet out of the bathroom, staring at him. 

The gold of his eyes turns molten and your cheeks are so hot that you can probably fry an egg on them. He takes his time, looking you up and down, just as you’d been doing to his backside while he was cooking.

Of course, his chest looks even more magnificent than his back. You knew he was muscular but you weren’t quite picturing this. The cording of his muscles, arms bulging with little effort, the tight abdominals and taut waist. The expanse of tattoos littering his skin seem like they belong, an effortless addition to his beauty that even Monet would be envious of. You need to take a step closer, get a better look at them. He’s glorious, and it makes you want to drop everything and draw him, trace those lines with your pencils, your fingers and tongue—

“You can put your clothes in the dryer,” Azriel croaks, and his words startle the both of you into action. Your brows furrow until his words catch up with you, and then you’re looking down at the bundle of wet clothes that you’re holding so tightly to your chest that your clean shirt is wet with it. It also gives you something to lay your eyes on instead of his body. “If you want to.”

You nod once, shuffling quickly to the dryer. It’s placed in the spot opposite of where your apartment has it, like they had just reflected the layouts of the units. It takes you the amount of time to walk over and then some to remind yourself that you should not be ogling the noisy neighbor who just happens to be the most handsome boy you’re ever seen.

And he’s most certainly a prick, so there’s that.

“Thanks,” you murmur once you’ve started the machine. You dare step closer to see what he’s doing in the kitchen but when he glances at you from the corner of his eye you freeze all over again, like a fucking deer in headlights. “What are you making?”

“Tuscan chicken with pasta,” he says as if he’s making something as simple as a bowl of cereal. “Hopefully, you’re hungry.” Your brows furrow a little because you don’t understand why he's making you something extravagant like this but you also don’t want to complain about it. Azriel is kind of…pleasant when he’s not being an utter dick.

"It smells incredible,” you offer, testing the water with him. You’re not sure what’s going on right now, why he’s not snapping at you, nor you at him, and you still don’t like Azriel but you can try and be civil if he is. “Can I help you with anything?”

Azriel shakes his head. “I’ve got it, princess. Have a seat.”

You do as he says, ignoring the nickname he won’t stop calling you. Finding a spot at the counter, the both of you fall into a peaceful silence, you watching Azriel cook. He seems utterly focused on the task at hand, pulling cream and parmesan from the refrigerator. He’s as skilled as he is in everything he does, never second guessing his movements and a pinprick of envy pokes holes in your stomach. You shift uncomfortably in your seat the longer you think about it.

“Do you think Cass will be back soon?”

Azriel doesn’t even glance at you over his shoulder when he responds. “I’m not good enough for you, princess?”

“Considering you’ve been nothing but a grumpy prick, I’d say that that answer is pretty obvious. And I told you to stop calling me that. I hate it.”

Your request, of course, is ignored. The chicken he’d been cooking in the pan is removed and broth is added into the pan containing the onions and garlic. The smells are orgasmic, as is the view when he returns to the refrigerator and bends down to scrounge in the bottom drawer for the spinach. You receive another full view of the tattoo wings across his back when he straightens, along with the rest of the woman inked on his arm that you’d seen at lunch. There’s another, Icarus as he falls from the sun, curling across his ribs.

It’s a tense sort of silence, and it’s one that you can’t help but to overthink because Azriel doesn’t seem to feel it at all. Here you are, accepting a ride home from Azriel in the rain and now you’re sitting in his apartment while he cooks you dinner, allowing you to stay here until Feyre and Rhys are finished having sex. It’s weird, this little flip of his attitude. You’re not bickering but neither of you are apologizing, either.

You refrain from speaking what’s on your mind lest it break the semi-calm you’ve both fallen into. Plus, you really are hungry for his dish. 

One of Azriel’s sketchbooks sits on the counter and you have to force yourself not to reach over and take a peek at his work while his back is turned. That’s an invasion of privacy you wouldn’t want someone breaking with you, so you keep your hands to yourself, rubbing them down the legs of the sweats you’re wearing.

It isn’t until he sets a bowl down in front of you that you dare speak again.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” 

In what you’re learning is typical Azriel fashion, he lifts a brow as he takes a spot at the opposite end of the counter, so there’s a buffer of a stool between the both of you. “Do you prefer it when I’m rude, princess?”

You huff, cutting into the juicy chicken and twirling some pasta around your fork. You don’t even know why you asked, because of course he’s going to have a snarky answer as a response.

“You know, you don’t have to be so volatile all of the time—oh my Gods!” The moan that accompanies the flavor bursting on your tongue is completely unnecessary, but the dish Azriel has made is just that damn good. And surprising. You stare at him in bewilderment. “What the fuck? This is fantastic.” 

Azriel startles at the sound that breaks from your throat. It makes his cock jump in his pants and when he sees your eyes rolled into the back of your head he averts his gaze. He answers, working a tinge of smugness into his tone to mask the throatiness he suddenly feels. “What was that, princess?” 

You duck your head, embarrassment sweeping pretty strokes across your face. It makes Azriel want to dig out his barely used colored pencils, and he never adds color to his charcoals. With this, he finds himself intrigued.

“‘M not saying it again,” you grumble, taking another bite of the delicious food. The chicken is cooked to perfection, the meat tender and flavorful from how it had soaked up the sauce he finished cooking it in. The pasta is delicious and the savory sauce warms your entire body.

You don’t notice his shoulders shaking with silent laughter, but you can feel the self-satisfied charge to the air as it wafts off of him like cologne.

You disregard it, losing yourself in your dinner.

When your bowl is clean, you feel like you can fall asleep right there. The entirety of your day from your classes to the review you had with Alis about your first project to being drenched in the rain and the anxiousness of being in Azriel’s apartment are all catching up to you. Cassian still hasn’t answered your texts so you’ll have to grill him about where he’s been when you see him next.

You might also have to chew Feyre out for not warning you that she had someone over.

Or the fact that she decided to have sex on your couch.

Azriel takes your dishes, holding it out of your reach when you try to grab for it.

“I can clean up, you cooked!”

He shakes his head, dumping the dishes in the sink. “Don’t worry about it. I’m more than capable.”

You scoff, “Clearly. Doesn’t mean I’m rude, though.”

He tosses you a knowing look over his bare shoulder that makes you scowl in response. It prickles you, those looks he gives, like he’s baiting you. You really don’t want to start something after the civil dinner you’ve just shared, but the way that he acts like everything leading up to this moment is your fault irks you beyond belief.

“No, but threatening to have my bike towed wasn’t the nicest thing to do.”

“Neither was parking in front of the moving trust I was just about to move!”

You think that he mutters a ‘whatever’ under his breath and you grit your teeth. Standing from your chair, you swipe your phone from the counter. 

“I think I should leave now.”

“I think that would be best,” Azriel responds flippantly from the sink.

As you’re about to turn and gather your things from the dryer, a loud moan cuts through the room.

How the fuck are they not done yet?

Dumb fucking luck.

Maybe you can still leave and call Cassian out in the hall. Worst case scenario, you think Lucien might let you stay over at his place if you’re that desperate for a place to stay.

Stubbornly, you head to the dryer. Azriel doesn’t say a word as you pull the door open and he doesn’t look up from the sink when you gather your warm clothes into your arms, holding them close as you try to keep what remains of your temper. What is it about Azriel’s attitude that always has you reacting like this?

“Wait,” Azriel sighs, finally daring to speak when you’re about to snatch your wet shoes from the floor by the door. They’re still soaked and there’s no way you’re putting your bare feet into the cold fabric.

Pausing, you wait for him to speak, because really, you’re not all too sure you like your other options.

“I cannot, in good conscience, kick you to the street,” he says, shutting off the water and wiping his hands on the kitchen towel. You watch him as he does, once again drawn to the marred skin of his hands.

He catches you staring and his gaze hardens, but he doesn’t hide his hands. If it were a year ago, he would be hiding them behind his back, but that’s not who he is anymore. He didn’t go through months of trauma therapy to hide his emotions, even the bad ones. You feel scolded, caught, and you swallow thickly. 

He looks like he might just kick you to the curb, anyway. 

So, you roll your eyes, holding your clothes closer to your body, soaking in their warmth. You need to make the first move, but you can’t help your response to snark back at him. “You? A good conscience? As if.”

“I’m doing it more for Cassian than you. If he finds out I let you leave with no place to go he’ll pummel me into the ground.”

You study him for a moment. Azriel doesn’t break your stare, allowing you to search for whatever it is you’re looking for in his honeyed eyes. You don’t even know yourself what you’re looking for, but he welcomes your challenge.

“Afraid of Cassian?” you taunt.

Azriel shakes his head and it eases the tension a little. “Have you seen how big he is?”

Your shoulders slump a little in response, easing up as the pressure surrounding the two of you deflates. “Yeah, I have.”

His jaw flexes and he turns almost tentatively, like he might chase after you should you leave. Finally, he returns to washing the dishes and you stand by the door like a fool. You can bear it for all of one minute—which you pride yourself on—and then you shift on your feet, drawing his attention once more.

“You can sleep in my room. I’ll take the couch.”

He doesn’t look your way while he offers, and you’re thankful, because you feel like melting into the floor with how hot your cheeks surge.

“No, no,” you reply hastily. “I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m not all that sure I’ll be able to sleep with the image of Rhys’ ass in my head, anyway. Was that a tramp stamp I saw?”

Azriel bites back a smile and a cheeky retort. He doesn’t want to admit that he finds you far more entertaining than annoying, but perhaps it's circumstantial. The both of you can be civil if you want, your friends have no idea what they’re talking about.

“At least take Cass’ room. I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“Are the sheets even clean?”

His quiet chortle startles you. It’s melodic, husky like he hasn’t laughed in years.

It’s quite nice.

“That’s a gamble you’ll have to take if you don’t want to sleep in my room.”

“Right,” you answer awkwardly, because now he’s offered you his bed twice. “Thank you again for dinner, Azriel. And the ride.” You inch towards Cassina’s room even if the urge to get a glimpse into his personal space is tempting.

“Pleasure’s all mine, princess.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Not a chance.” 

You shut the door to Cassian’s room with a frustrated noise that puts to rest the affable night.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash - Masterlist's and Prompts

Smoke, Fire and Ash, Chapters 1-50

Smoke, Fire and Ash, Chapters 51-109 + Epilogue

Smoke, Fire and Ash Epilogue

Smoke, Fire and Ash - Aemond!POV Chapters

S,F&A Playlist

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S,F&A Black/Dragonstone POV

Amazing fanart drawn of SFA

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😈 fuck it, let's do it again 😈

modern!Feyre x Reader

summary: being stuck in a dry spell finally ends with a bold offer.

notes: is this just porn without plot? pretty much! 😂 like, there's a little plot. a teensy tiny bit *squints to see*. but that's it. the rest is really just a whole lot of smut. (also @leafsandstarlight said I should post this and I can never say no to her, so here we are 😌)

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"Okay."

I turned my head, and Feyre leaned against the doorframe, her eyes narrowing warily even as one corner of her lips tipped upwards. "What's going on?"

I crunched my brows and blinked at her from where I was stretched out on my bed, on my back, my head hanging over the edge of the mattress.

"Huh?"

Feyre's lips curved into a grin, and she raised her brows and let her gaze drag through my room pointedly. I craned my neck and cringed slightly when my eyes flickered over the abandoned clothes thrown over the carpet and clothing rack, the chaos on my desk and the books and pillows strewn everywhere, paths dotted through the mess from where I had aimlessly wandered around, huffing and scowling.

I winced before turning my gaze back towards Feyre, just in time to see her eyes flicker over the lace of my bralette.

Something in my stomach twitched and twisted, and Feyre blinked, tearing her gaze away and looking down at my face, grinning lightly. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy.” I wriggled my hips to get more comfortable, sending her a smirk.

Feyre snorted. “Bullshit.” She pushed off the doorframe, hestating before narrowing her eyes at me a little, her lips curving. “Does it have anything to do with that guy from the gym this morning?”

I snorted, mumbling “Partially.” under my breath.

“You know him?” Feyre trudged through the mess I had left on the carpet, stepping over my clothes before plopping down next to me on the ground. The scent of her perfume washed over me, warm and addicting as usual, and I sighed.

“Yeah, we had a bit of a thing, but – that was last year, and it didn't last and wasn't anything serious anyway.” I waved my hand dismissively

Feyre hummed, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her grey eyes drag over my face.

“A thing?” There was something laced through her voice, though cheeky, that made my spine tingle a little.

“Yeah.” I grimaced as I reached under my back, twisting my arm to pull a pair of bunched sweatpants out from under me, sending them hurtling through the room until they landed on the hamper.

Feyre raised her brows. “You mean, like –“

I felt my lips curve in amusement as I turned my head to grin back at her cheekily.

“Like we had a thing? A fling? Casual sex? Fucking? Getting it on?" Feyre groaned, and I giggled and raised my brows. "Do you want me to find more cringy synonyms?”

Feyre huffed, but her lips quirked into a wide grin when she leaned my way, lightly bumping her shoulder against my forehead. “Fuck off.”

Snickering, I turned my head back ahead.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Feyre's gaze flicker towards me, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she seemed to hesitate, and I tried to ignore the soft twisting feeling in my stomach.

“Was that before or after…”

My brain needed a second to keep up with her slow words. Then my heart did a skip, and I turned my head towards her as images flashed through my mind, a little blurry with alcohol, of the room across the hall, an addicting scent filling me lungs and my back arching off the mattress –

I blinked, feeling my lips twitch even though suddenly, heat was pooling between my legs.

“Eh. Before.” Crunching my brows and tearing my eyes away before they could stray towards Feyre´s teeth still digging into her bottom lip, I turned my head to stare back at the upside down wall in annoyance. “Anyway, it's not really about the guy, it's more about what seeing him reminded me of.”

“And what's that?” Feyre seemed to tear herself out of whatever thoughts were running through her head, dropping her head against the mattress as she raised her brows at me.

I huffed grumpily.

“How long it's been since I got laid.”

Feyre blinked. Then she squinted. “How long?”

“Months.” I raised my brows. “Literally.”

Feyre´s lips turned upwards. “Really?"

I huffed and glowered at her. "What?"

"Nothing." Feyre's eyes twinkled as she sent me a cheeky grin. "Just didn't think you'd have trouble finding someone to release some tension."

Something in my stomach dipped, and I slowly started to grin widely. "Really? Why's that?"

Feyre rolled her eyes, grumbling, her cheeks tinging a soft pink. "Don't think I'm gonna tell you you're hot or something, that would just boost your ego."

"It needs boosting." I raised my brows with a wide, cheeky smile, and Feyre snorted a laugh like she couldn't help it, her eyes crinkling and freckles shifting.

Something swerved in my chest and my stomach.

"Fine." She twisted to stare at me, slowly smirking a little as her eyes slowly dragged over mine. "I think that you are annoyingly, distractingly hot..."

My heart pulsed as I stared back at her, feeling my lips curve slowly and a thrum growing between my legs. Then I blinked, smiling cheekily as I bit down on my lip and raised a brow. "Boosted through the ceiling."

Feyre snorted, a grin breaking over her face as she flicked my forehead, and giggling, I turned my head back ahead, sighing. "Anyway, I'm frustrated.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Feyre's gaze dart towards me, and how she shifted slightly on the spot.

“Frustrated? Or,”, she raised her brows, “frustrated?”

I snorted before sitting up with a soft groan, twisting around to face her laborously while raising my brows.

“Frustrated. Really frustrated; like – I would climb the next person walking through that door –“

Feyre blinked, her body going rigid, and I snickered.

“Don't worry, I won't.” Sighing deeply, I crossed my legs. “Though I should. Really, I don't think this is healthy, I'm wound so tight -”

Feyre's gaze seemed to be pulled down to the lace of my bra and down to the soft sleeping shorts I was wearing, and my breath hitched a little, something twisting in my stomach.

“Anyway.” I blinked again before huffing softly, trying to cover the way I could suddenly feel something pool between my thighs. “I don't have anyone to hook up with, and I can only handle this for so long, and it's getting really difficult -”

Feyre moved a little, shifting her hips again. Then one corner of her lips quirked into a light grin, her eyes dragging over mine as she blinked and arched a brow.

“Too bad we agreed that us fucking was a one time thing.”

My gaze darted up, something swerving sharply in my lower stomach as again, for a second, all I could think of was hazy moans, messy kisses and a bare body rocking against mine.

For a second, Feyre looked like she regretted even opening her mouth. But then she just swallowed, her eyes looking molten as they flickered over my face.

Staring at her, I felt something thrum between my legs as one corner of my lips tipped up just slightly, my voice cheeky but a little hoarse when I mumbled: “Yeah…”

I blinked and felt my lips curve into a teasing grin, as if there wasn't suddenly heat flooding my spine, Feyre's perfume filling my lungs and my gaze magnetically pulled in by the curve of her breasts under her short top. “And who's to say we'd to it again sober?”

Feyre huffed.

“Oh, c'mon; you know just seeing you in a fucking bra makes me want to –“ She broke off abruptly.

Suddenly, the thrum between my legs hardened. Slowly, I felt my lips curve cheekily. “Yes?”

Feyre glared at me, but something shifted in her eyes, mirroring the teasing grin I was wearing.

“Take it off.” Her eyes dragged down my body, and I could see the second her eyes became a little hazy, tracing the curve of my chest.

For a second, I stared at her, now slightly wide eyed, something thrumming harshly between my legs. Then I blinked.

“I'd be cool with that.”

Feyre's eyes shot up to meet mine, disbelieving, and I blinked again, quickly raising my brows.

“I mean – we fucked once already,", Feyre's pupils blew, "and – technically, it doesn't count, because we were pretty drunk,”, I blinked, nodding grudingly, “okay; it does kinda count, because we still remember, but that also means we know that it was really fucking good, well, I do anyway, which means I still think about it, and,”, I breathed out, “I really wanna do it again.” I crunched my brows, the words just spilling from my lips. “And I'm not just saying that because I'm extremely horny; I mean, it definitely factors in me actually saying it, but –“, I couldn't help the way my eyes dragged over Feyre's body, something twisting sharply in my lower stomach as wetness pooled between my legs, “yeah, no, I was definitely thinking about it before that too.”

Feyre stared at me, swallowing as her eyes quickly darted over me like she couldn't help herself, making the thrum between my legs harden. Her pupils dildated, and I nearly moaned a little when her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

Shifting in space, I swallowed.

“I really don't wanna pressure you, but I'm starting to get really, really turned on, so,”, I smiled breathlessly, raising my brows cheekily, “a decision would be great.” I blinked, adding hastily: “I mean, I'd totally get it if you don't want to or think that it'll make things weird, or –“

Feyre pushed herself to her feet, and the words died in my throat when she turned around.

Something dipped in my chest, and I tried not to wince, swallowing harshly as I watched her make her way towards the door.

Feyre reached for the doorhandle, and she pushed the door close, turning around.

I blinked, something twisted in my lower stomach, and I bit down on my lip to keep my lips from curving into a stupidly wide smile as suddenly, heat rose between my legs. I shifted on the spot to ease the thrum, gain some friction and tipped my head to the side with a cheeky grin.

“Now what?”

Feyre huffed, but her grey eyes twinkled as one corner of her lips rose and she hooked her fingers under the waistband of her loose pyjama pants and slid them down. My throat dried as my gaze tracked over her legs, the curve of her hips under the high waistband of her slip, and I chewed on my bottom lip, shifting my body.

Beginning to make her way back over slowly, Feyre dragged her top over her head and dropped it onto the heap of clothes already strewn around over my floors, and I felt myself pulse around nothing as my lips parted, my eyes flickering over the curve of her breasts against the thin material of her bra.

“Now I'm gonna put you out of your misery.” Feyre's eyes were twinkling as she sent me a cheeky smile, her knee pressing into the mattress, and I slid back, my legs falling apart as my heart began to pound against my ribs.

“Oh yea-“

Feyre's breath brushed over my lips, and my own caught in my throat. Then she moved her head to the side, and my eyes fluttered shut when her nose ran down my jaw, her fingers pushing my hair over my shoulder before her lips pressed slowly against my neck.

A soft, shuddering breath left me, and my head tipped to the side, something beginning to pulse between my legs when Feyre carefully traced her lips down my neck, leaving slow kisses, nipping lightly at my skin and running her tongue over the bruises, causing a soft sound break from my lips as I squirmed, wetness pooling into my panties.

Dropping her head, Feyre traced her nose down over my skin, and everything in me twisted when she ran her tongue over the lace covering my nipples.

A broken moan shook through me, and I could feel my nipples tightening, the pinch of pleasure making my head fall back when Feyre hooked her fingers under the strap of my bra and slowly pulled it over my shoulder and down until my breast spilled out of the cup.

Feyre's tongue flicked over my nipple; my eyes flew open and down, and her hazy grey iris stared up at me when her hand closed around my breast and she opened her lips, sucking my tit into her mouth as far as possible.

Another moan shuddered through me, leaving my insides twisting as Feyre hollowed her cheeks, her tongue pressing against my nipple, and my eyes rolled back when her hand freed my other breast and started kneading it, rolling my nipple between her fingers.

My back arched, and Feyre ran her tongue over my skin, slowly cirling my nipple before pulling it into her mouth, sucking gently. I whimpered under my breath, twitching and squirming as my hand flew up to slide into her hair, and Feyre's eyes fluttered, a moan breaking from her throat that made my lips part.

“Fuck,”, she whispered breathily and licked over my nipple, flicking her tongue over it, sucking it until it was so tight, the pleasure caused my hips to jerk. “I love your tits.” She moved over to the other, lightly nipping my skin. "So soft." She kitten-licked over my nipple, sucking it into her mouth until I moaned. “Wanna watch them bounce when you ride my tongue.”

Everything in my stomach tightened as my hips rolled against nothing, and Feyre moaned softly, her breath quick against my sticky skin when she flicked her tongue over my nipple.

A shuddering whimper left me, and Feyre moved, her lips trailing over my skin as she pushed forward.

“Sounds like a plan.” My breath was quick even as I managed to grin cheekily, and Feyre gently bit my bottom lip and pulled.

“Hm.” Her hum was breathy when she sent me a grin, her eyes twinkling. “And I can think of at least ten more ways to fuck you.”

My insides twitched and shuddered, and Feyre leaned forward and kissed me.

My stomach twisted. Her lips tasted like peppermint and chocolate, soft and plump as they caught mine hungrily, and I leaned forward with a soft moan, kissing back deeply. Feyre made a hoarse sound, her hand sliding to my ass, and she moved, pushing me back until I sank onto the mattress. Feyre's fingers slipped up to curl into my hair, tipping my head back, then her tongue slid into my mouth, unhurried and making my toes curl and hips buck, a soft groan breaking from her throat when I slipped my hands over her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and running my thumbs over her nipples when I dragged my tongue over hers.

Feyre moaned, the breathy sound causing my heart to tip, and she shifted, lightly rocking her hips against mine. I arched into her at the jolt of pleasure shooting up my stomach, my legs hooking over her ass as I moaned, kissing her harder, deeper, the thrum between my legs growing hotter and hotter. The quiet sounds breaking from Feyre's throat made my stomach twitch as her tongue darted out, tracing my lips, and when I parted them, Feyre licked into my mouth, swallowing my groan as I pushed my tongue against hers.

Breaking away, breathing heavily, Feyre dipped her head, lips latching onto my nipple, and I moaned breathlessly when she looked up at me, kneading my breast and sucking harshly.

My head fell into the sheets, and my back arched when Feyre's lips dragged over my chest, moving further down. Her fingers hooked into my shorts as she left slow, open mouthed kisses on my stomach, her teeth grazing my skin and causing my eyes to roll back. Her tongue dragged over my skin, then she slowly pulled my shorts down, and I raised my hips as she slid them down my legs. Her breath ghosted over my soaked underwear, and my hips twitched as her hands pressed against the inside of my thighs, spreading them until my body shuddered.

Feyre moaned softly, her nose brushing over my core, and I could see her hips squirm.

“Shit, you're wet.” Her voice was throaty, and my mouth fell open when she pressed an open mouthed kiss onto my underwear, her tongue tracing my clit through the fabric, and my head fell back as a moan spilled from my lips.

"Oh shit –“

Feyre's fingers hooked under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my thighs, and I squirmed at the feeling of cool air hitting my wet clit, my thighs closing on instinct, but Feyre forced them apart, fingers brushing over my skin as she dipped her head. I looked down just in time to see her eyes rise to meet mine, then she slowly ran her tongue up through my folds.

Curses slipped past my lips, almost drowning the low sound leaving Feyre as her eyes closed for a second like she couldn't help it, tongue curling a little, glistening with wetness when she mumbled: “Fuck, you taste so good.” She dipped her head again, eyes moving to meet mine, and my lips fell open without a sound when she closed her lips around my clit.

My insides twisted, leaving my body writhing and fingers digging into the sheets as Feyre started to slowly suck and lick my clit. Her eyes never left my face, glazed over, and my head fell back, breathless sounds leaving my lips that made my stomach tighten when her hands pressed onto the inside of my legs, spreading them apart further. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she kept alternating between sucking my clit and running her tongue over it, either in slow strokes or gently flicking it, hot breath hitting my skin. Sometimes she came up for just a few seconds, nipping at my stomach, licking over the forming bruises before lowering her head again to move back in, making my breath hitch and soft moans leave my lips. I could see Feyre shifting her hips, the curve of her ass visible, and something shuddered right down into my core at the thought of holding onto it when she rocked against my tongue.

Slowly, a twisted knot started forming in my stomach, my clit throbbing. Feyre breathed out, something of her unhurriedness washing away little by little as she buried her face in my pussy, dipping her tongue inside of me and making a shuddering whine leave me. She started sucking harder on my clit, picking up her rhythm, flicking harshly at my clit and making my lips fall apart.

“Fuck, I –“ I pressed my head into the mattress as my back arched, eyes squeezed shut as something coiled and twisted in my stomach, my body shuddering as I clutched the sheets.

“I think I –“ The knot in my stomach grew tighter with the second, my hips bucking only held down by Feyre's hands, her eyes glued to my face as she sucked my clit hard. Then she flicked her tongue over it, pressing down, and my eyes rolled back as the tightness in my stomach exploded.

I cried out as my body spasmed, my back arching off the bed as my hips twitched and rolled and waves of heat and pleasure washed through me until my body shuddered as I gripped onto my breasts.

Feyre sucked on my clit, tongue lapping up everything she could as she worked me through the high, licking and moaning, breathing heavily. But she didn't let off, kept sucking until I twitched with overstimulation and whimpered, hand darting out to bury in her hair. “Fey -“

She grinned and licked one more broad stripe through my folds that made me shudder, then she straightened, and I slumped into the sheets, skin sweaty when Feyre crawled up my body.

A moan slipped past my lips when she dipped her head and kissed me. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and something twitched deep in my stomach as I could taste myself on her. I untangled my fingers from the sheets to slide my hands up her body, pulling her down, whimpering when her body pressed mine into the mattress, my hips rolling up, and Feyre moaned against my mouth, kissing me deeper before sucking my bottom lip between hers. I slid my hands over the curve of her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, and Feyre made a breathy sound against my lips before lightly licking against my tongue, making both of us breathe a laugh.

I arched my neck to softly sink my teeth into her bottom lip before kissing her again, sliding my tongue against hers, licking into her mouth. Feyre sucked at my tongue, her hips twitching down when I moaned, grinding against mine, and I slid my hands down her ass, rocking her up and moaning when her breasts pressed against my sore nipples.

Something tightened in my stomach, thrumming between my legs, and with a push, I rolled us over and swallowed Feyre's breathless moan.

“My turn.”

Heat pooled in my body when I felt her fingers digging into my hair, her hips jerking, and I dropped my head, pulling Feyre's bra to the side to run my lips over her skin. Then I slowly licked over her nipple, and Feyre's head fell back as her hips bucked.

Moaning against her warm skin, I reached up to palm her other breast, running my thumb over her hard nipple, and Feyre whimpered when I sucked her breast into my mouth.

I groaned against her skin, licking and sucking harshly, grinding my pussy against her leg and feeling my clit throb as I flicked her nipple with my tongue, licking over it as I undid the hooks of her bra.

Carelessly throwing it into the room, I raised my head again, and Feyre slid her hands over my back, dragging me down until our chests pressed together, my nipples dragging over her skin and making me moan into her mouth when she licked over my tongue, hands squeezing my ass and causing a pulse of heat to shoot through me.

Sliding down her body, I settled between her legs, spreading them with my hands and feeling something tumble in my stomach at the dark patch of wetness on Feyre's panties. Dropping my head, I pressed an open-mouthed kiss onto the inside of her thigh, my teeth dragging over her soft skin as I ran my nose up to where her hip and leg met. Feyre squirmed, and I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged it down over her hips and legs.

My insides clenched around nothing, and I moaned softly at the sight of her wet pussy. Biting down on my lip, I wrapped my hands over the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart before slipping a hand between her legs to spread her folds, and Feyre moaned when I dipped my head and slowly ran my tongue over her glistening clit.

The sound and the taste of her made my hips jerk into the mattress, and I groaned softly.

“Fuck,”, I mumbled hoarsely, feeling Feyre's fingers curl into my hair. “I love your pretty pussy.” I licked over her clit, then I sucked it into my mouth.  

Feyre whimpered, her hips twitching up, and I raised my eyes to watch her as I started to suck at her clit harshly. Her lips parted, her brows crunched together as her hands flew to clutch the sheets, and something tightened harshly in my stomach, making me lick over her clit a bit harder.

“Oh.” Feyre's back arched when I ran my tongue through her folds, dipping it into her entrance, and I started to fuck her with my tongue, my thumb circling her clit tightly. Feyre moaned, the sounds going straight to my core, my pussy thrumming when I raised my head. My fingers were already drenched from spreading her folds when I licked over her clit and slid one over her entrance, and Feyre's eyes flew down, lips falling apart when I slowly pressed into her.

Feyre moaned breathily, her head falling back, and I slowly curled my fingers as I licked over her clit, pressing my tongue flat and hard against it before sucking it between my lips again. My hips rocked down like instinct, and I hummed, beginning to slowly thrust my finger into her.

The sound of me pushing in and out of Feyre's pussy and my lips sucking and licking her clit harshly were echoing through the room, just drowned by Feyre's moans. I could feel her insides grow tighter and curled my finger, causing Feyre to whimper.

“Fuck –“

I slipped in another finger, licking her faster, and Feyre's head tipped back as she gripped her breasts, tugging at them as her heels dug into the mattress. “Shit, I´m –“

Her walls tightened as she came abruptly. I breathed in sharply as I sucked her clit into my mouth, and Feyre threw her head back with a moan so loud and high and shattering, my hips jerked.

Reaching down on instinct, I moaned against her when I ran my fingers over my throbbing clit, causing Feyre's back to arch.

Her body shuddered, and I sucked until I had lapped up her cum and felt her twitch. Then I slowly slid my fingers out of her, and raising my head, I caught her hazy eyes when I pulled my fingers back from my own pussy, licking them clean.

Feyre's lips parted, eyes hazy and molten, and she pushed herself up onto her shins, leaning forward and kissing me harshly. I moaned brokenly as her hands squeezed my breasts before dragging down to my ass.

Pushing myself up, I slipped my hands over her sides, and Feyre moved forward, swallowing my breathy moan when she lodged her thigh into between my legs, dragging me into her body until our chests pressed together and my pussy rocked down onto her thigh. 

We moaned softly at the same time, heavy breaths mixing, and I dug my fingers into her ass, grinding her pussy down onto my thigh as my clit rocked against her skin. Feyre shuddered and whimpered, pushing closer, her boobs pressing into mine, hard nipples dragging over my skin as she kissed me, tongues clashing, twisting as she rocked forward, then she mumbled breathily: “Fuck.”

We fell into a hard, slow rhythm, rocking against each other, our soft moans mixing like our heavy breathing, bodies pressed tightly together, grinding down against each other. My pussy thrummed as I rolled my hips, clinging to Feyre's body, her perfume clouding my mind as I broke the kiss to breathe harshly against her lips. Then I kissed her again desperately, sucking her tongue into my mouth.

Feyre moaned and I could feel her body shudder, hips grinding down erratically, her wet pussy dragging over my thigh, causing my clit to throb, insides twisting.

Feyre's next soft noise broke, and I could feel her twitch. Something dipped and swerved tightly in my stomach; my hand slipped down, and I rubbed my thumb over her clit.

Feyre cried out and threw her head back as her hips shuddered, and she came, again, harder. I licked over her throat, rocking my hips down as I felt the same knot form in my stomach, insides twisting –

Feyre's lips brushed over my cheek, mumbling a breathless order.

“Come.”

A broken moan fell from my lips, my body shuddered, and a tremor wrecked my limbs when the pleasure in my stomach collapsed into waves, my thighs trembling as dug my fingers into Feyre's skin and rocked down against her until the pleasure became blinding.

Feyre's lips crashed onto mine, and I breathed heavily, sliding my tongue against hers, feeling my insides tighten.

“Fuck,”, I mumbled, and Feyre laughed against my lips, grinning as she kissed me again, licking into my mouth before sucking on my tongue. Her hands slid up to palm my breasts, rolling my nipples between her fingers, and I whined, running my hands over her body. My fingers slid through her folds, and Feyre's hips jerked, a hoarse moan breaking from her lips.

Raising my glistening fingers, I slowly licked them off, and Feyre's lips parted when I swirled my tongue around my fingers, moaning softly.

With a groan, Feyre leaned forward and kissed me desperately, pulling me into her lap. I moaned onto her mouth when my pussy rocked down against her, and Feyre's hands slid to my ass, grinding me against her as she dropped her head and softly bit one of my nipples. The sharp jolt of pleasure made me throw my head back as I dug my fingers into her hair.

"I wanna fuck you until you pass out,”, Feyre mumbled against my skin, and I whimpered softly, pulling her head up to kiss her harshly.

“I wanna ride your pussy,”, I panted into her mouth, and Feyre moaned, nodding quickly.

Sliding off her lap, I waited until she'd parted her legs. Then I swung one of mine over her thigh, crawling over her before slowly sinking down. Shifting slightly from side to side, I pushed her leg towards the side, spreading her apart as I pressed my weight onto one leg, rocking down my hips.

Feyre whimpered a moan, and my eyes rolled back when my pussy dragged over hers.

“Fuck,”, I whimpered, my fingers digging into her leg, holding it as I slowly started to roll my hips.

Moans and whines mixed with wet sounds as I began to rock back and forth, grinding my pussy onto Feyre's until the sensation made my head fall back. I could feel her fingers digging into my thigh, and when I forced open my eyes, I could feel my lips parting with a moan at the sight of Feyre beneath me. Her naked body was sweaty, her back arching, fingers digging into the sheets as one of her hands tugged and squeezed one of her breasts, her nipples hard, tits bouncing as she writhed.

My insides shuddered, and I rolled my hips down quicker, grinding down harder until I was riding her, my back arching as I rocked down faster, feeling my clit throbbing and Feyre crying out. Her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip, and her eyes were glued to my breasts that bounced with my movements, the heat in her gaze nearly sending me over the edge.

Slowing my rocking slightly, I rolled my hips down, back arching before I slowly picked the pace up again, dragging out the twisting sensation in my stomach as I felt my hair cling to my sweaty skin, my insides shuddering, pussy thrumming as I rocked it over Feyre's until my eyes rolled back into my head, twisting heat building in my stomach.

“Harder,”, Feyre panted, gripping my thigh, and I moaned and shifted, grinding down faster, more harshly, until the knot in my insides grew unbearble, tight and pulsing and –

I came so hard, my body twisted forward as my back arched, and I pushed down, grinding down my hips as waves of shuddering pleasure wrecked through me, loud cries leaving me that bounced off the ceiling, making my insides shudder. I could feel myself drip, wetness pooling over Feyre's pussy as she twitched and followed, fingers fisting the sheets with a shattering moan.

I slowly rocked down my hips a few more times before sliding off her, my limbs jello as I collapsed on the mattress, breathing quick and hard, my heart thrumming against my ribs as I stared up at the ceiling, a bubbling feeling building in my chest that mounted in a delirious giggle.

The mattress shifted, then Feyre plopped down next to me, panting and smiling widely. Swallowing, I closed my eyes until my heart slowly calmed before I turned to face her laborously. "Hi."

Feyre grinned widely and slid an arm over my waist, dragging me forward until our breasts were pressed together and she could slide her leg between mine. A broken moan left me when my clit brushed over her skin, and Feyre kissed me, swallowing the sound as her tongue traced over mine. I slid mine into her mouth, and Feyre sucked it slowly, moving her head slightly as her moan vibrated through me, going straight down to my throbbing core. My hips twitched forward, and Feyre slid a hand over my hip and down.

My back arched when her fingers slowly ran through my folds, and I moaned breathlessly against her lips, my brows crunching as my fingers dug into her skin. Feyre's eyes were glazed over as she pulled back slightly, biting her bottom lip as her fingers slowly circled my clit, my hips bucking into her hand, grinding down against her as my eyes fluttered as pleasure twisted in my stomach.

“Ride my fingers.” Feyre's voice was breathless, and I whimpered, sliding one of my legs over her waist to spread them, give her better access –

Feyre's middle finger sank into me like a stone into water, my pussy wet with my cum and hers, and my walls fluttered as my hips rolled down and I moaned brokenly, the sound swallowed when Feyre kissed me harshly. Clinging to her, I whimpered and whined, rocking my hips down as she began to slowly thrust her finger, her palm rubbing over my clit.

Kissing back hard, I felt my lips fall open when Feyre slid in another finger, and her tongue licked into my mouth, swirling around mine as she fucked me quicker, my hips meeting her thrusts harder, and Feyre moaned softly against my lips.

"Fuck,”, she mumbled breathlessly, nipping my bottom lip. “You're making me so wet.” She licked into my mouth. “Wanna fuck myself on your pussy after this.”

I moaned brokenly, squeezing my eyes shut as pleasure twisted in my stomach, Feyre's hard nipples rubbing over mine, adding to the stimulation cursing through my body, my hips trembling. Feyre kissed me messily, moaning as her tongue swirled around mine, and I clung to her ass, grinding down onto her hand, my eyes rolling as her palm pushed against my clit.

Feyre's fingers fucked into me harder and quicker until the sounds alone made my limbs tremble. I hooked my thigh tighter around her, feeling my impending orgasm tethering at the edge, the knot in my stomach forming tighter and tighter, almost unbearable –

“Fuck.” My back arched, my hips stuttered, and I felt a broken cry fall from my lips as my body shut down, waves of pleasure crashing over me so intense, my whole body spasmed, shaking and trembling, my breath faltering as I came over Feyre's hand so hard, my insides clenched. Feyre moaned against my neck, biting down softly as her fingers rode me through the high, curling and thrusting until I twitched and whined.

Slowly, she pulled her fingers out of me, and my insides fluttered around nothing when Feyre raised her glistening hand and licked over it, her eyes closing as she moaned softly. Something turned over in my stomach, and I moaned brokenly when she slid her fingers into her mouth, sucking off my cum.

Moving forward, I kissed her harshly, winding my leg tighter around her and pressing against her, grinding down my hips –

Feyre rolled us over, my sweaty back pressing into the sheets, and I moaned when her hips rocked against mine. Her hands wrapped around my thighs, spreading them until my calves hooked under her ass, and she slowly rolled down her hips. Her pussy grinded down onto mine, and my back arched, my clit sensitive, throbbing, my insides twisting around nothing as Feyre's arm slipped under my back, and she moaned against my cheek, rocking down harder.

“Shit,”, I whimpered.

"God, you're so wet.” Feyre moaned softly, rolling her hips down. “So wet for me.”

I grabbed onto her ass, grinding her down harder as I rocked up into her, and a broken moan tore from my throat as Feyre whined.

“Come on my pussy,”, I breathed. “Want you to grind on me and make yourself come.”

Feyre whimpered, her movements slowly growing quicker, more frantic, and I arched my back, my fingers digging into her skin as I cried softly when Feyre pushing down made her clit drag over mine. She was grinding against me harder now, body twisting, breathing heavily as she curled her fingers into my hair and pulled my head back, kissing my neck harshly, her tongue dragging over my skin. Then she moaned and shuddered, her limbs spasmed and hips stuttered, and I rocked her down harder as she came with a cry on my pussy.

My eyes rolled back, and Feyre shuddered, sliding down my body. Her hands pressed onto my thighs, pushing them apart, and a shuddering whimper left me when she buried her face between my legs and licked a broad stripe through my folds, moaning against me.

“Shit.” She licked quickly, harshly over my throbbing clit, and my head fell back as my body arched.

“Oh –“

Feyre closed her mouth over my clit and sucked, hard, quick, until I cried out, fingers clutching the sheets as hot scalding pleasure flooded through me until my eyes rolled back, the world shattering as my spine shuddered and my whole body twitched uncontrollably.

Feyre slowly licked up my cum, soft breathy hums leaving her, then she slowly pushed herself up and crawled up my body, flicking her tongue teasingly over one of my nipples before kissing me, moaning softly. Our tongues twisted lazily together, causing shudders to run down my spine, and Feyre lightly rocked her pussy against my thigh until I pushed it up against her, causing her to moan against me, grinding against me slowly until her whole body shuddered. My sweaty skin stuck to the sheets, and I moaned quietly when Feyre's tongue dragged over mine, softly sinking my teeth into her bottom lip.

Feyre hummed and grinned lightly against my lips. “More?”

I started to smile, wide and cheeky, my heart thrumming against my ribs as I squeezed her ass. “Why, you tired?”

Feyre dropped her head to run her tongue up over my throat, making me gasp softly before moaning, her voice breathy when she mumbled: “If things go my way, I'll go down on you for the whole night.”

A soft whine broke from my lips, my hips rocking up. “Anything else?”, I panted.

Feyre smiled against my jaw. “Want you sitting on my face.” Her teeth nipped my skin. “Wanna watch you fuck yourself on my pussy again.” She raised her head, her grey eyes twinkling as she mumbled breathily: “See your tits bounce when you rid-“

I rolled us over, and Feyre gasped softly as I grinned against her lips. “You gonna keep talking or do it?”

Feyre breathed a wide grin and kissed me, and I moaned softly when our tongues twisted.

@azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels @secret-ly-here @icey--stars @ailyr92

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Azriel Fic Rec Library 🦇💙

In no particular order, here's an extensive list of Azriel x Reader or Azriel x OC fics that I've compiled for those who can't get enough of him. I literally maxed out the number of tags/links you can include on a post for this 😂

🌼 personal favorite 🥀 angst 💞 fluff 🔥 smut

by @acourtofmenandthirst

You Called 🥀💞

by @moonlightazriel

Before you 🔥🥀

The truth about you 🥀💞🔥

The family we choose 💞

by @thelov3lybookworm

I Didn't Ask For This 🌼🥀

Finally Safe 🌼🥀

My brother. 💞

by @writingsbychlo

SWEET LIKE SUGAR 🌼💞🥀

false confessions 🌼🥀

how we survive 🥀

by @readychilledwine

Slow Hands 🌼💞🔥

Bound by Fate 🌼🥀💞🔥

Little Bat, Big Dreams 💞

Beauty in Pain 🥀

Devotion 💞

by @leafsandstarlight

Forced Revelations

by @lalacliffthorne

the basic rules of friendship 💞🔥

motorcycle 💞

by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Hear the lonely cry out 🥀

Can you love me most? 🥀

Baby daddy 💞

by @draemgal

master of disguise 💞

by @azsazz

Nightlight 🥀

Wrong Side of the Right Coin Azriel x Reader x Eris 🥀

Just Hold On 🥀💞

What Lies Ahead

Bleed for Me

by @xoxonyxx

What Should've Been 💞

by @illyrian-dreamer

Spin the bottle 💞🥀

Our girl Azriel x Cassian x Reader 🥀

by @acourtofwhatthefuck

Practice On Me 💞🔥

by @danikamariewrites

Sixth Sense 💞

Shell 💞

Fever Dreams 🥀💞

Please Don't Go 🥀💞

Pointless Fights 🥀

Perfect Princess 💞

by @lidiasloca

more than this 🥀

by @tadpolesonalgae

please... 🌼🥀

washing his wings 💞

Can't Bring Myself To Hate You 🌼🥀🔥

His Personal Assistant

by @mother-above

The Golden Warrior 🌼

by @aquanova99

The Shadow and the Seraphim

by @fieldofdaisiies

Oh Those Romance Novels 🔥

Love's A Burden 🥀

by @ellievickstar

Between Two worlds

by @florence-end

Worst kept secret 💞

Stitch up

by @redheadspark

Reunited 💞🥀

Hold 🥀💞

by @acourtofmarvels

Miracle 🥀

by @bookish-whore

Haunted 🥀

by @honeybeefae

7 Minutes In Heaven 🔥🔥

Shadows of Fire Azriel x Reader x Eris 🔥🔥

by @reverie-verse

Ooops Mating Bond 🌼💞

by @cassiefromhell

Unexpected Azriel x Reader x Eris ���🥀

by @ladylokilaufeyson5

A Little Helping Hand 🌼💞

I Will Always Find You 💞🥀

by @azrielhours

Soft Spot 🌼🔥💞

I want you to rest 💞🥀

Kiss Thief 💞

Soul Song 💞

Restless Dreams 🥀

Stolen Away 💞

Waiting for You 💞🥀

by @liahaslosthermind

Swarming children and elbows to the face 💞

by @itsphoenix0724

Tickle My Strings 🔥

by @jeannineee

Apology 💞

Umbra et Ventus

Blue and Red Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Stubble 💞

Illyrian Babies Azriel x Cassian x Reader 💞

Closure 🥀🔥

by @violette-hue

Fated 🔥

by @angelshadowsinger

Supposed to Be Together 🥀🔥

Prized Possession 🥀💞

by @callmeblaire

little friends 💞

by @fairydustblossom

tied to you 🥀💞

losing control🥀💞

pre relationship fluff 💞

by @throneofsapphics

up all night Azriel x Reader x Cassian 💞

by @arrantsnowdrop

Starlight 💞

Wrongly Accused 🥀🔥💞

by @clairebear08

Hide and Seek 💞

Betrayal 🥀

by @starlightandsouls

My Angel 💞

Yours To Keep And Cherish 💞

Bookshop Brawls 💞

by @azrielscrown

the secret of seduction 💞🔥

wake me up. 💞

by @glittergelpensblog

Shadow and Song

In the Dark

by @azriels-shadowsinger

brother's best friend 💞

by @xreaderbooks

Two sides 🥀

by @vacant--body

stay with me 🥀🔥

by @whisperingmidnights

We Shall Become Monsters 🌼

by @wishfulwithwine

You Belong With Me 🥀

by @queen--of--shadows

Healing Shadows 🌼

by @ochiolism

winter's frost

[strangersunghoon]

Het Huis Anubis: 2006 - 2009

⊱ Series:

season one - season two - season three - season four

⊱ Movies:

Het Pad der 7 Zonden | De Wraak van Arghus | De Terugkeer van Sibuna

⊱ Musicals:

De Graal der Eeuwige Vriendschap | De Legende van het Spooktheater

⤍ For HHA English subs (full): visit @hethuisxdashausxhouseofxanubis

Das Haus Anubis: 2009 - 2012

⊱ Series:

season one - season two - season three (part one) - season three (part two)

⊱ Movie:

Pfad der 7 Sünden

De Legende van de Vijf: 2010 - 2011

⊱ Series:

season one - season two

⊱ Movie:

De Toorn van Balor

⊱ Musical:

Het Mysterie van het Verborgen Symbool

⤍ Also subbed by @hethuisxdashausxhouseofxanubis

House Of Anubis: 2011 - 2013

⊱ Series:

season one - season two - season three

⊱ Movie:

The Touchstone of Ra

[note: the dwva (second hha movie), dgdev (first hha musical), and hmvhvs (de vijf musical) files are too big, so you won't be able to view them. I'd suggest downloading them unto your laptop/computer. You can download and edit, not view, them on mobile as well.]

[strangersunghoon]

I need Azriel Shadowsinger to wrap his wings around our bodies after you know what

#azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[strangersunghoon]

Thank you for tagging me @azrielslightintheshadows

I found this pretty picrew that you can make your self into a merfolk!

Tags: @theproblemcallednight @circularmoth @matchhman @perplexedspiral @probablyautism @circuslemon @dazais-crab-addiction and anyone else that wants too 🌞

Link-

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Just a little spoiler for the last part of the Hunger Games fic: the cameras go everywhere in the arena, there is absolutely nothing to do hidden from the spectators...

👁️👄👁️

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NEW MICHAEL GAVEY CRUMB 🔥🔥🔥

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Decided to join because why not! Here’s my delulu ass together with Aemond

Picrew chain 🤭 Don‘t know if this has been done already, but it‘s cute! Here‘s me with Aemond and Daddy Daemon lmao

No pressure tags: @aemondsbabe @aemondsbabygirl @evermorre @connorsui @schniiipsel @marthawrites @worms-on-a-single-string @islandfantasydream @burning-peanut @youraverageaemondsimp @simp-aholic and everyone that wants to join!

[strangersunghoon]

MASTERLIST PART 3

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EWAN MITCHELL (actor)

-> in need of a heir by @thought—bubble

-> a cursed place by @sapphire-writes 💀

-> devotion by @babyblue711

-> glass cuts deepest by @flowerandblood 🌧️

-> the softest whisper by @flowerandblood 🌧️

-> Behind the scenes by @neptuneiris 🌧️❤️‍🔥🤰⭐️

-> it’s the things we love most that destroy us by @valeskafics (hunger games au) 🌧️❤️‍🔥💀

-> articulate by @ valeskafics (hunger games au) ❤️‍🔥

-> reunion by @fioiswriting 💓🌧️❤️‍🔥🤰

-> the Great War by @cvspians 🌧️

-> the last of the dragons by @undertheorangetree ❤️‍🔥🤰🌧️💓⭐️

-> how long can we be a sad song by @namelesslosers 🤰🌧️

-> little wolf by @ valeskafics ❤️‍🔥

-> twisted love by @e1e4n0r5 ❤️‍🔥

-> napoleonville by @inthedayswhenlandswerefew ❤️‍🔥🌧️💓🤰

———————————————————————

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN (ACTOR)

-> not my code by @erinkeifer ❤️‍🔥🌧️💓

-> parts of the truth by @anakinsgirlfriendreal 🤰❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> as fate would have it by @luminoustarlight ❤️‍🔥

-> ask nicely by @little-miss-vader ❤️‍🔥

———————————————————————

CHARLIE HEATON (Actor)

-> What happens in the dark room… by @byersbootyshorts ❤️‍🔥

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AZRIEL SHADOWSINGER (Acotar)

-> princess by @azrielslightintheshadows 🌧️

-> I fell for you by @ azrielslightintheshadows 🌧️

-> practice on my by @acourtofwhatthefuck ❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> What’s life without a challenge by @writingcroissant ❤️‍🔥

-> as a trophy by @ writing croissant 🌧️❤️‍🔥💓

-> no going back by @serpentandlily 🌧️ ⭐️

-> taken by @imaginesmai 🤰

-> don’t act like you care now by @jswizzlewrites 🌧️

-> can’t bring myself to hate you by @tadpolesonalgae ❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> his world by @reverie-verse 🤰🌧️💓⭐️

-> just a little bit of your heart by @fieldofdaisiies 🤰⭐️

-> closure by @jeannineee 🌧️💓

-> betrayal by @clairebear08 🌧️⭐️

-> don’t let my down by @courtly-chronicles 🌧️

-> get out by @sarahs-library ⭐️

-> you’re losing me by @starsxblazing 🌧️⭐️

-> untouchable by @serpentandlily 🌧️

-> last solstice by @ serpentandlily 🌧️💓⭐️

-> ringing in the new year by @amchapel 💓🌧️🤰

-> trust by @redheadspark 🤰💓

-> midnight muse by @azsazz ⭐️

-> pushed to the edge by @stormhearty 🌧️

-> never been good enough by @lure-of-writing 🌧️

-> come back by @ azsazz 💓

-> just hold on by @ azsazz 🌧️💓🤰

-> of nightmares & Memories by @shadowandlightt 🌧️

-> before I say goodbye by @lanitalay

-> here without you by @readychilledwine 🌧️🤰

-> fighter by @parkerslatte 🌧️💓🤰

-> 400 years by @safetypinxtales ❤️‍🔥

-> love lost by @hellcat8908 🤰🌧️

-> forced revelations by @ leafsandstarlight 💓🌧️

-> more than this by @ lidiasloca 🌧️

-> starlight by @ arrantsnowdrop 💓🌧️

-> two sides by @ xreaderbooks ❤️‍🔥💓

-> forgotten by @ sarahs-library 🤰🌧️

-> heavy weather by @ assassinsblade 💓

-> the shadowsinger and the inkbird by @ florencemtrash 🌧️💓

-> arrows & Ashes by @ assassinsblade 🌧️

-> untouchable by @ serpentandlily 🌧️

-> up the junction by @ tadpolesonalgae 🌧️🤰

-> falling Star by @ feyreswaterybowels 🌧️

-> scarlet-tipped secrets by @ angelshadowsinger 🌧️

-> shattered by @ azrielwingspan 🌧️

-> maddening by @ ellievickstar 🌧️

-> small world by @ readychilledwine

-> time you take for granted by @ imaginesmai 🤰🌧️

-> rainy season by @ thisblogisaboutabook 🌧️ ERIS MAINLY

———————————————————————

ERIS VANSERRA (Acotar)

-> betrayal by @clairebear08 🌧️❤️‍🔥⭐️

———————————————————————

KANG YEOSANG (ATEEZ)

-> richboy by @ateezmakemeweep 🤰❤️‍🔥

[strangersunghoon]

A guy from my Japanese class at Uni looks like the actor who plays Jacaerys Velaryen in House of the dragon 🙈

#house of the dragon #hotd #jace velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys strong