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azsazz · 8 months

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Cupid's Chokehold Bonus Scene

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: I just finished cupid's chokehold ( so fucking good ) And ummm....can I plssssss request an azriel x cupidreader smut 😁 if it's alright with you of course.

Warnings: Swordplay, smut

Word Count: 1,443

Read Cupids Chokehold Here: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part 7)

Notes: Anon, you had impeccable timing because I was writing some smut and I decided I couldn't use it for kinktober so I made it this instead 💙

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You take the moment to strike, but Azriel’s more than prepared. He shifts slightly to the side and your sword cuts through the air, heavy on the down swing, embedding into the red sands of the training ring. The sudden halt reverberates up your arm and Azriel’s taunting smirk is more than a little infuriating.

“Slow,” he comments. He doesn’t even lift his sword, watching how his jeer lands. There’s a fiery anger in your eyes that makes his body warm and the way the pristine white feathers of your wings ruffle at his words has his eyes brightening just as much. His shadows circle the ring as if to watch your onslaught against their master.

Your sword sings as you pull it from the sands, readying yourself to attack again. There’s sweat beading at your hairline, the back of your neck slick with it as the summer sun blares down on you. You’d foregone a full set of leathers, instead opting to train in something more comfortable, the billowing fabric allowing the slight breeze to cool your dewy skin. Azriel enjoys seeing you fight in your gold breastplate, but this is a treat.

The weapon gripped tightly in your hand glides through the air towards the shadowsinger like a sparrow, quick and smooth. There’s a clash of metal on metal as Azriel lifts his sword, catching your attack easily and with a flick of his wrist your blade is twisted from your hands, thudding to the sand two feet away. “Sloppy.”

You bite your tongue, glaring at him as you unsheath the knives at your hips with a speed that Azriel is impressed with. You’re getting quicker, but you still don’t know how to unarm him, instead letting your anger take over as you launch yourself his way.

His hazel eyes glow with challenge, blocking one of your nasty swipes with his sword and ducking to avoid the other aimed straight at his face. It’s a valiant effort on your part, using your speed and the light-weight of the blades to attack fiercely, using your wings to your advantage. The balmy morning air is filled with the song of battle and your mate’s teasing words.

“Sad,” Azriel says when he disarms you again. The way the sun lights your feathers is breathtaking, and although the sight of you with blades in your hands arouses him, he’d much rather be inside of you than fighting you, since he’s been gone so long. “But you’ll get there, someday.”

Baring your teeth, you use your wings, arching them in a large swoop as if to launch yourself into the sky. Instead, you angle yourself straight towards Azriel, knives first. His eyes widen only slightly, and it leaves you feeling like you’re on higher ground, until he drops his sword beside yours and catches your wrists, letting you take him to the ground.

You’re on top of him, using all of your weight to try and plunge the swords into his smug face. The tip of the metal gleams, so close to the apples of his cheeks, but Azriel is much stronger, and you know that your blade is only this close to his skin because he’s allowing it.

The thought of the utter control he has in any situation makes you shift, clothed bottom brushing against his already bulging leathers.

“If I’m doing so poorly with swords,” you comment, a touch softer, but your grip on your blades doesn’t relent. “It’s because my trainer lacks the skills of actually teaching.”

Azriel scowls, done with your games. He squeezes your wrists, your knives adding to the pile already in the sand. In a flash, he’s flipping you onto your back in a motion that has you gasping, caught off guard.

You’re pinned to the ground by him now, and although you’re still annoyed by his teasing manner so quickly after returning to you from a mission, you spread your legs wider for him to settle between. His engorged cock strains in his leathers, hot against your covered core.

“If I let you go, love, will you be good for me?” His voice is rough against your neck as he kisses across your throat. Your breath catches in your chest when he nips you sharply, accompanied by a slow grind of his hips.

You roll yours in response, catching his grunt in an indecent kiss. You pull away from him all too quickly, his lips following yours as you offer him a vexing smile. “Aren’t I always?”

“Yes,” he murmurs, rewarding you with another kiss, hands already drifting down your sides, “Yes you are.”

Azriel is normally a patient male, but being away for a few days after being so freshly mated, he can’t help himself. He feels like a feral beast, coming to claim what’s his. It’s hot under his skin, the primal needs to take you, even if the sandy training ring isn’t the most romantic place, even if anyone could walk in on you at any moment. A part of him welcomes it, wants them to try and see what’s his. He will take you infront of whoever dares. He releases your wrists and pulls back only enough to tear at your clothes. You’re just as desperate, reaching for the knife by your side to cut him from his own leathers. He doesn’t even bat an eyelash at you raising your blade against him, he trusts you completely.

It makes your heart melt.

“I’ve missed you,” he groans, thick length sliding into your tight heat. You gasp, arching into his body as he presses you into the sand, covering you entirely. Your hands find his hair, burying in the wet nape, holding tightly as he begins to thrust.

“And the first thing you do when you come home is to fight with me, blow for blow?”

His teeth gleam bright in a stunning smile that makes your breath catch and your heart skip. Azriel is entirely too gorgeous when he does that, and you’re thankful they’re fleeting—reserved special for you. Using the hand you have buried in his hair, you tug him closer to you, the urge to taste that smile a desperate one.

“Making sure you’re keeping up on your training, my love,” he pants against your mouth, fingers curling into the sand on either side of your head. His biceps glint in the morning light and he lifts his wings to cast away the beaming sun when he sees that you’re squinting to look up at him.

“I didn’t ask for your help,” you grit, though your biting comment doesn’t sound as angry as it should when Azriel repositions you and slides in deeper. Gods, he’s so big you don’t know how he fits, only that the stars you see in the burning daylight are the heavens beckoning you and your mate home.

“But don’t you love it anyway?” Azriel responds, his last word accentuated with a sharp thrust that has you whimpering and clawing your nails down the tan skin of his back. It’s not in annoyance as much as it is pleasure, but you think it gets your point across anyway.

Your hum turns languid as he spreads your legs wider, hiking them up to really hit deep. It’s hot, desperate, the need for him to fill you and his need to do the same raging. The bond is all pleasure, tearing down your spine like a lance, leaving you shuddering and begging Azriel for more, more, “More!”

“I’m going to cum love,” he grunts, working himself in harder, faster. He releases one of your legs, snaking his hand down to your clit where he begins circling the swollen nub, groaning when your legs try to clamp closed. “You feel me inside of you, don’t you, you like that?” Your mouth hangs open, his lewd words and his skilled fingers working you up to the edge. “Wanna fill you up, love. Will you let me?”

“Yes!” Your cry echoes across the mountain as you cum, clenching down on his cock as your body shakes with your orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes, Az!”

“Fuck,” he breathes, releasing inside of you. He’s still bucking, drawing out your orgasm until his fades, and he settles back against you, breathless, preening when your legs automatically wrap around his waist, keeping him buried deep inside of you.

You hum in agreement, accepting the soft kisses your mate plants across your sun-kissed cheeks. “I missed you too, you know.”

“I know, love,” Azriel whispers against your mouth, reveling in the feeling of being so close to you again, like his heart is once again whole. “I know.”

#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acowar #acomaf #azsazz #cupids chokehold #azriel smut

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keeganbrainmush · 1 year

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" If I had to choose him or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal sun of a gun. " ; Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x Male Reader

‧☾ You're such a cool person if you know what song the title is referring too like hmu we should be besties. Also I've never written penetration. I'm a rookie don't judge</3

‧☾ He's so so pretty its not fair. Your both so inlove. Flustered Gaz, Teasing reader, back hugs, neck kissing. Kitchen sex, bottom Gaz. Penetration, edging, overstimulation. Hair pulling, Degradation + Praise, Cock-Drunk Gaz. Submissive Gaz, Dom reader.

‧☾ The dark sky is a reference to the title I'm so proud of myself

‧☾NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

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You opened your eyes to the dark cloudy sky from a window in your shared room, hearing the distant calls of geese. It was 8:53 am. You flipped over and was expected to hit a broad-shouldered man to hopefully warm up, instead a cold lump of messy blankets. Right. His morning run.

Yawning and rubbing your eyes, finally sitting up after just laying there. You walked to the bathroom to wash your face before going to cook something for Kyle for when he got back. You placed a pan on the stove before turning it to the side to hear the clicking until the flame burst out.

You had scooped out a teaspoon of olive oil onto the pan and grabbed the bacon and sausages from the fridge along with some eggs.

You began cooking the sunny-side up eggs, fried bacon and sausages to make Kyles favorite breakfast. The ' Traditional ' British breakfast. You had never seen the appeal behind it, but if he loved it you'd make it every time he wanted it. Also you had cooked it so many times you've perfected it, probably one of the best dishes you can cook.

You grabbed your phone and connected it to the speaker in your kitchen to play some random playlist you had stored away for God knows how long. You placed Kyles food on a plate and ate yours from the pan, already pissed off to amount of dishes that awaited you.

Grabbing the pan off of the stove and turned the sink on, before grabbing the sponge and dousing it in soap you felt arms wrapping around your waist. Your heart dropped and turned around quickly to face, a face with slightly chapped lips from Londons cold air and facial hair. It was Kyle Garrick.

" Jesus Christ, Garrick. You scared the shite outta me! " You exclaimed, punching his shoulder playfully. Kyle smiled at you, flicking your forehead. " Maybe if yer damn music weren't so bloody loud, You would've hear me come in. " He retorted, pulling you into a hug.

Wrapping your arms around his waist and buried your face into his shoulder, you tried to breathe his usually musky, expensive cologne. You pushed him away quickly when you realized he smelled like sweat. " Go take a shower, Garrick. " You ordered. " What? I don't smell that bad, do I? " Kyle asked, sniffing his arms. " Alright fine I'll go take a shower. I'll be out in a jiffy to wash those dishes, Love. " You silently thanked the universe for such an amazing boyfriend. As much as you could enjoy cooking something, the dishes would always be your worst enemy.

You turned the water off and walked over to the couch, grabbing some thrown over clothes to tidy up something before enjoying your day off. You threw them in a bin on the side of your washer and cleaned up the counter and fridge the continuing to walk into your room to get ready to take a shower after Kyle.

Opening the door you saw a freshly washed and nice smelling Kyle getting dressed. " Cute butt. " You teased, taking off your shirt and sweatpants and tossed them into the laundry pin into your room. He yelped and fell backwards onto your bed. " You scared me, Wanker! " He spat, standing up again quickly to pull his boxers and joggers on.

" I've seen every inch of your body, Garrick. Even that cute little mole on the inside of your upper thigh. But don't worry, I hardly even noticed you. " You told him, a playful glint in your eyes. " Oh c'mon thats not fair either! You didn't even stare at me arse alittle? " He whined. Kyle was a slut for your attention, even you staring at him alittle made him rub his thighs together.

Walking off without giving him an answer but just chuckling at his complaints, you turned on the water and waited for it to warm up before slipping off your boxers and stepping in. You grabbed a loofa and dumped body wash onto it before rubbing along your body and running it through the water.

After a solid 10 minutes of showering you stepped out and rubbed a towel along your body then wrapped it around your waist. You opened the door from your bathroom connected to your room and stepped in. Walking over to your drawer to grab a clean shirt and sweatpants.

Strolling out of the room and saw Kyle washing the dishes. You walked over to the kitchen and rubbed a hand on the arch of his back, feeling him shiver, standing behind him and giving his a tight hug around his waist. He took a deep breathe and tried to focus on the dishes. You trailed kisses from the nape of his neck up to his ear lobe, where he was most sensitive.

Kyle whimpered and gripped the edge of the sink when you started biting it. " Careful with that mug there, Garrick. It my favorite. You wouldn't wanna break it now, would you? " You asked, looking over his shoulder to the way he was shaking in your grip. " No, Sir. " He whispered, putting both of his hands into the sink to continue washing. " Say what. If you finish up here I'll reward you, okay, Angel? " You mumbled into his neck, peeking into the sink. There was barely any dishes left. It wouldn't be along time here teasing him.

Kyle nodded, continuing to lather the dishes in soap then rinse them in water. You moved the front of his shirt up to rub at his stomach, feeling his happy trail and biting his neck. He started squirming in your grip, His hands moving quicker to get the dishes done. He put the last bowl into the rack and turned around to face you with puppy dog eyes.

" You done, Angel? " You asked, touching the marks you'd left on his neck. " Yes, Sir. " He answered. Looking at you with eagerness flooding his expression. You pulled him into a kiss and gripped at his hips and moved him to the side of the sink and removing your lips from him before bending him over with his face shoved into the cold dark granite.

Kyle whimpered, wiggling his hips to try to tell you what he wanted. " Whats wrong? If you want something then say it. " You whispered, pressing your chest to his back as you whispered in his ear. " Can you please just do it.. " He begged.

" Do what? Speak up, beautiful. "

" Just fuck me, Dammit! " He snapped, looking over his shoulder impatiently.

" Good boy. See, that wasn't so hard was it now? " You praised, pulling his joggers and boxers down to his knees. Kyle shivered at the cool air hitting his exposed skin. " Don't you worry, pretty boy. We'll get you warmed up in abit. " You reassured him, rubbing at his lower back and opening a drawer next to his which contained lube.

Kyle looked at you in surprise. " Since when did we have lube there? " He asked, shuddering as you pored lube on his ass and brought a finger up to probe at his hole. " Been wanting to fuck you while you did the dishes for awhile now. Kept it there just incase. " You told him, pushing a finger in. He gasped out and put his forehead on the counter. " I stretched myself out this morning. Just stick it in already. " He whimpered, his cock dripping with precum.

" Stretched yourself out already? What, you were hoping to get fucked today? " You teased, pulling your fingers and pulled your dick up to align it with his hole. Kyle whimpered and nodded hazily, pushing his hips back in hopes of getting you inside him already. You gripped onto his hips and squeezed. " Be patient, Garrick. " You ordered, finally sliding in your dick inside inch by inch. Kyle gasped, stretching his arms to grip at anything you had left on the counter. The stretch burning slightly despite his prep in the morning.

You bottomed out and moved one of your hands up to hold his own hand while kissing his neck. " Tell me when I can move, Gorgeous. " You told him, using your other hand to rub at his waist. He ground his hips backwards.

" You can move now.. " He mumbled.

You moved your hands down to his hips and started pushing your hips in and out. Kyle was letting out high pitched moans, something you wouldn't expect from his normal voice. He brought a forearm upto his mouth and bit into it to muffle his moans. " Don't muffle 'em. They're so pretty, like you. " You cooed at him, angling your thrusts to try to get to his prostate. A particular thrust made him cry out, his knees buckling.

" Fuck! Right there! " He sobbed, tears prickling at his eyes. He moved his hips back in time with your thrusts, resting his head sideways on the counter with his eyes rolling back. " Such a good little whore, so perfectly molded for me. You were made for my cock, weren't you, Angel? " You prompted, not getting a response other than his frantic nodding. " Yeah, so- Fuck! So good- " He whimpered. " I'm so close, please. Go faster. " He begged, crying out when your hips came to a stop.

" Why'd you stop? " He exclaimed, his cock dripping. " Can't have our fun ending so quickly, can it? " You teased, leaning down to kiss at his back muscles. Kyle whined as he felt the high of his upcoming orgasm disappear. You shoved your hips inside of him again and set a pace. He gasped out, whispering thanks you's and praise under his breathe. " Wait fuck, I'm close again.. " He mewled, his thighs shaking.

Doing the exact opposite, you set your rhythm quicker, pushing your hips deeper inside of him. " Im boutta cum! Don't stop, please! " He begged, wailing as his cock twitched You fucked him through his orgasm, but to his surprise, not stopping when he was finished. " Wait- Oh fuck.. What're you doing? " He whined, his body shaking. " You told me not to stop, Angel. Just following orders. " You replied. Chasing your own upcoming orgasm. Kyles walls twitched around you, overstimulation taking over his senses as he just took it while whimpering and moaning.

You grabbed a handful of Kyles curls, bringing his head back to lock your lips together. He moaned into your mouth, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and ground into your dick harder while squeezing around you. " Oh shit. Kyle 'm not gonna last longer if you do that. " You mumbled, removing your lips from his for a moment. He just hummed into your mouth, continuing his acts until he felt your cock twitching inside of him.

You pushed Kyles head down into the counter again and leaned in to kiss his neck, biting down on his nape to muffle the moans of your upcoming high. You cried out, feeling yourself unravel inside of Kyle, taking deep breathes to calm yourself. You panted next to his ear, trying to process what had happened.

" Round two? " Kyle prompted, his eyes bright with anticipation.

And how could you say no to him?

#kyle gaz garrick x male reader #Kyle garrick #call of duty x male reader #call of duty #gaz x you #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x male reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod x male reader #x male reader #male reader #cupids chokehold #cod x reader #Kyle Garrick x Reader #Keeganbrainmush

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decaydancemp3 · 9 months

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#gym class heroes #patrick backing vocals #cupids chokehold #the papercut chronicles

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amymarchapologist03 · 5 months

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cupid’s chokehold/american breakfast is legitimately the most romantic song written by a non-hozier man ever and i will stand by this

#gym class heroes #cupids chokehold #hozier #music #love songs #IF I HAD TO CHOOSE HER OR THE SUN #ID BE ONE NOCTURNAL SON OF A GUN #he keeps her picture in his wallet???#so everywhere he goes he can say HEY! TAKE A LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!#i’m going to scream and cry and die #especially for the 2000s it’s SO SWEET

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nomaptomyowntreasure · 9 months

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fall out boy - piano medley & travie mccoy (live at forest hills stadium...

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somehow, not sure how, didn't drop the phone in excitement.

#fall out boy #so much for tour dust #tourdust #fob #patrick stump #so much (for) tourdust #so much (for) stardust #travie mccoy #stereo hearts #cupids chokehold #how was this even real #Youtube #tourdust spoilers

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trippercrazy · 6 months

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Travie McCoy from Gym Class Heroes

#travie mccoy #singer #songwriter #gym class heroes #cupids chokehold #cookie jar #clothes off #albums #for the kids #The Papercut Chronicles #As Cruel as School Children #The Quilt #The Papercut Chronicles II

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clubnate · 1 year

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#cupids chokehold #gym class heroes #travie mccoy #disashi lumumba-kasongo #matt mcginley #fueled by ramen #decaydance #fbr #dcd2 #own post

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reallyreallyspiderman · 3 months

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I'll never understand why it's called what it is but I don't care because this song is superior to every other song in the universe

#spiderman #peter parker #peter parker spiderman #mcu peter parker #spiderman rp #marvel #peter parker rp #spider #ask #mcu #music #cupids chokehold #breakfast in america #Spotify

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whorelander · 1 year

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cupid’s chokehole

chapter i. i’m your venus chapter ii. the things she does to please chapter iii. who wants to give it a whirl? chapter iv. i put a spell on you chapter v. she’s got me like nobody

summary: with a few hours left in the day and the promise of hanging out with queen maeve tomorrow, you decide to have an impromptu sleepover with another member of the seven: starlight.

chapter vi. you set my soul alight

The passage of time works in mysterious ways. Though it’s only been two and a half weeks since your day off, it feels like an eternity. There’s a saying that time flies when you’re having fun, but where’s the one for moving at a glacial pace when you’re worked to the bone? Hm. You’ll definitely have to work on it, but you can see the phrase being patented and sold as your own Vought merch one day. Maybe you can even beg Ashley for more than a 15% cut. Hah. As if that would ever happen!

You push open the door of your apartment and resist the urge to collapse onto the floor upon entering. Bending down, you pull off your heeled boots then wiggle your toes and stretch your legs. After you’ve fully confirmed you still have feeling in your feet, you shrug off the petite oversized patchwork varsity jacket the fashion team forced you into for that day’s photoshoot; a football theme to represent good ol’ American values and welcome the sport’s grand return for the upcoming season. After hanging up the jacket in your closet, you work on removing your actual costume.

This has become a part of your daily ritual. You think you can do it with your eyes closed at this point. First, you unclip the choker and catch the cape before it hits the floor. Ashley would probably have a heart attack if she ever caught wind of you disrespecting any aspect of your costume. After tossing the cape over one of your stools next to the kitchen island, you grab the bottom of your heart crop top and lift it over your head.

Finally, you shimmy out of your skin tight pants and let out a sigh of relief. Who knew standing in your living room wearing nothing except your white bra, matching underwear, a pair of socks, and a smile could feel so good?

keep reading on ao3!

#starlight x reader #cupids chokehold #OFFICIALLY BACK AND WITH 5K WORDS #too much for tumblr hahaha

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turnleft08 · 1 year

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So who’s the “I know I’m young but if I had to choose her or the sun I’d be one nocturnal son of a gun” and who’s the “I hate when you leave when the lights come on and if I had it my way the fucking sun would be gone” in the relationship?

#in my room #cupids chokehold #icp #breakfast in america #shitpost

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jodielandons · 9 months

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GYM CLASS HEROES | Cupid's Chokehold

#gym class heroes #travie mccoy #porscha coleman #cupids chokehold #dailymusicians #usermusicdaily #musicsourcedaily #pocedit #pocpopculture #mediagifs #useroptional #chewieblog #userbbelcher #throwbackblr #dailymenedit #i dont care that the video is low quality #this is one of the most romantic lines in music history #mygifs

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azsazz · 6 months

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Cupid's Chokehold Bonus Smut Scene 2

Kinktober Day 20: Azriel x Reader [Rimming]

Summary: Azriel loves to watch you pray.

Warnings: Smut, rimming, oral (F receiving), fingering

Word Count: 1,610

Read Cupids Chokehold Here: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part 7) (Bonus Smut Scene 1)

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Azriel lands in the red sands of the rooftop training ring at the House of Wind, silent as a mouse. His cock strains against his trousers at the sight of you, knelt down and praying to the Mother for your next assignment. He can hear you murmuring softly to yourself but the words don’t register, his gaze is zeroed in on the way your ample ass sticks high in the air, back curved in a way he knows is only to taunt him, with your long, fluffy wings splayed wide in the warm sand. You look ready for the taking.

He shouldn’t bother you, but he had to leave before you’d awoken this morning—riff raff in the Illyrian camps had somehow become his problem instead of Devlins—and he couldn’t ignore Rhysand’s command.

It had been quick work, making an example of those that were out of line, tangling them in a web of shadows as he made his threats clear, glaring harshly into every Illyrians skull, sending the message along to those who had the gall to meet his gaze at all. As simple as the task had been, Azriel doesn’t like leaving you, not so soon after the mating bond has formed. It chafes uncomfortably in his chest.

You gasp as he falls to his knees behind you. You knew he arrived, you could feel it in your soul, thanks to the tethering of your souls. You hadn’t quite mastered withholding your emotions from fluttering through to the other, so when you’d found your mate missing this morning, with a note saying he’d been sent on assignment but would be back before the bed got cold, you’d spent the morning teasing yourself with your fingers down your pants, mirroring those feelings down to him while he worked with a sly smile.

It seems as though you’ll be paying for that right now.

“Don’t stop,” he purrs, hands tracing the curve of your ass. You yelp as he spanks you, a harsh tap that makes the wetness between your thighs grow. Azriel traces up your body with skilled fingers, draping himself over you. His wings smother yours, chilled from the morning altitude and extending nearly four feet wider than your own. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head, loving how he covers you whole. Azriel’s cock presses tightly to your ass as he buries his mouth into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, nipping at the soft skin there.

“Gods, Azriel,” you moan softly, grinding back against him. He’s a delicious weight against your back and he shudders at your broken noise, bucking into you. He sucks a deep, greedy mark into your skin that has your body trembling, his fingers snaking around your waist to rub against your clothed cunt.

“That’s right,” he hisses, stealing a kiss. You lean into him, and he loves just how desperate you are for him, whimpering as he slowly works his fingers across your cunt. The smell of your arousal coats the air thickly, and every inhale he takes is filled with it, sweet and heady on his tongue. “Keep praying to your Gods.”

You can’t, though, because you’ve forgotten all the words. Azriel has stolen them away with his mouth, his languid tongue tracing yours, demanding them from you.

You cry out as his fingers slide between your soft feathers, calluses brushing against the sensitive skin beneath them. Your body wracks with shudders and you clench your eyes shut tightly, fisting the sand. He’s allowed you to explore his wings, spread bare and wide for your taking. Azriel feels the need now to return the favor, surprised at how silken your skin is beneath the thick plumes of feathers.

There’s a soft kiss at your cheek and then Azriel’s pulling away again, pressing up to admire your ass, still in the air from where you’re crouched. He traces the lines of your trousers, no longer the white you’ve always worn, but a black pair, one he’d had made for you. You still aren’t all that comfortable wearing anything besides white, but his heart skips in his chest. If you’re wearing black, it’s for him, because you miss him dearly, and the color reminds you of him.

“Please,” you gasp weakly. His gentle, wandering touch is too much. You want him draped over you, his weight pressing the air from your lungs as he shoves his hot cock into you with a fervor that shows you he’s missed you as much as you’ve missed him. You want him pressed so tightly to you that you can’t even breathe, wings and limbs and lips tangled with each other, never apart.

Azriel hums, lighting up your skin. His hands snake back to your body, across your hips and dipping under the billowy softness of the shirt you’d stolen from his armoire this morning. His smell had consumed you, body and soul, but to be at such a distance from him was painful. It had been the only remedy that had eased the ache slightly, but now there is a different ache overtaking you as his hands cup your breasts, massaging and pinching and helping you kneel upwards so he can work the buckles of your pants.

You crane your neck over your shoulder, hands in his hair guiding his face down to yours. You devour each other, rough nips as you fight for control, the lust distance has grown tenfold clawing its way up your throat.

His tentative touch is no longer soft. Azriel yanks your pants down over your ass and you yelp as he bends you forward again, his large hand planted at the small of your back, guiding you into a steep bend, your ass full on display for him.

“Azriel,” you whimper, and he shushes you, admiring the view.

“You are the most perfect creature I have ever seen, love,” he’s breathless, and you keen. You can feel his cock twitching where it’s trapped in his leathers, resting against your seam. His free hand grabs hold of your hind firmly, the other sliding down as he spreads you wide. “I am going to completely ravage you.”

The admission has you grinding against him like a pathetic female, but Azriel doesn’t seem to mind. He adores the way your body moves for him, the slick he can see coating your cunt, though his gaze is focused completely on your pucker, fluttering with need.

You gasp and your body bucks forward at the shock of something wet landing right atop your hole. Azriel’s grip slides to your hips and he growls as he pulls you back to him, a warning low in his throat. His fingers find your cunt, fluttering over with a touch so lightly it nearly makes you chew through your lip. You want those thick fingers inside of you now, but before you can say anything he’s skimming higher, right across the wetness where he’d spit on your opening.

“Oh,” your moan is breathy, long and languid as Azriel explores your hole. He doesn’t press in, even if you want him to, just traces you like an artist admiring his muse. “Please,” you manage to struggle out, “More.”

Your mate obeys, allowing his instinct to take over as he swoops down, holding your cheeks apart as he licks a stripe from the bottom of your cunt all the way to your hole, bringing your juices with him. Your body shudders beneath him, wings flattening into the sands in pleasure.

“My greedy love,” Azriel comments, voice reverberating off of your sensitive skin. You whimper, shoving your ass back into his face for more.

The male doesn’t hesitate, licking tantalizing patterns across your pucker, his fingers biting firmly into the soft skin of your ass so hard you know there will be fingertip shaped bruises on your skin tomorrow.

Your body is buzzing with lust and adrenaline. You hadn’t considered this would feel so good, his tongue swirling around your hole, just as skilled with this area of your body as he is with your cunt. The soft strokes are mesmerizing, as are the noises of delight he’s allowing you to hear.

The soft strokes turn pressing as he points his tongue, kneading at your hole. You shout, trying to clench your trembling legs together as he works his tongue into your body. Relax, his voice infiltrates your mind and you do so immediately, the soft demand of his voice guiding your body soft.

More, you plead. I need more.

And more Azriel gives you, fucking his tongue in and out of your ass as he lets you grind back, taking from him what you need. His fingers hook into your soaking cunt, letting you fuck onto both his hand in your cunt and his tongue in your ass.

You can feel the burning cresting, moaning unabashedly in the morning light. If anyone wanted to train up here, they’d be in for quite the show. You don’t have it in you to care, not as the feeling of your oncoming orgasm churns hot in your loins and your mate picks up pace, fucking his fingers into your body and curling them just slightly, hitting the spot inside of you that has your vision edging black, like his shadows are trying to consume you whole.

You burst with a cry that shocks the city still. Clouds suspended in the sky, wildlife gone quiet as your noises echo through the mountains, down the stairs leading into the House of Wind, only blocked from waking any roommates by the manifesting shadows swallowing the sounds whole.

This…this is for Azriel’s ears only.

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