Cuddle with Azriel
(Character x reader)
Azriel prefers to be cuddled in bed, naked and wrapped in bedsheets with you. He likes to feel you against his skin, your warmth and scent that will remain on him until he decides to take a bath.
He’s obviously the big spoon, because he would be very uncomfortable to be the small spoon the thought that the massive wings would be in the way. You fit perfectly in his arms and he feels protective when you are wrapped in his arms.
If you are a person who moves a lot in your sleep, Azriel will haul back to him when you roll out of his embrace.
The more times you roll, the tighter he will hold you.
Your back will be tightly pressed against his chest, and if you wiggle a decimeter down you will feel this thing, warm and hard. It is exactly what you are thinking about, because he is sleeping naked.
But are you really willing to arouse the inner horny male in him?
Azriel also likes when you sleep on top of him. No, you’re not too heavy and he can breathe.
It's actually the only way you can cuddle with him when he's lying on his back with his wings outstretched. Because illyrian wings are sensitive, I don’t think he wants you to lie on his wing.
His hand is placed on your lower back, sometimes he gives you back rubs until you fall asleep. The hand can also mistake your butt for your lower back on purpose.
Azriel is usually the last to fall asleep, but during sleepless nights he’ll just stay awake watching you sleep. You look very peaceful, beautiful and cute at the same time.
His fingertips will trace your features and give you random kisses on your cheeks or forehead.
If he accidentally wake you, he will mumble an apology and give you another kiss on the forehead.
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Peaceful || Azriel
Pairing: Azriel x Ancheron!reader
Warnings: my english, minor mention of sex ;)
She was sit on a stool with her feet on the tub before her. Her bare legs bent and a book rested on her knees while her fingers caressed the pages, the words and the characters she was reading about.
Azriel had just finished his bath, only his pants on. His Illyrians tattooes covered his chest, his hair a bit wet and his eyes fixed on the gorgeous woman in front of him. His mate. The Cauldron had the sense of humor. It had made mates three of the four Ancheron sisters of the three bat brothers.
The woman sit before him was probably the one who remained more human in her look, and he loved it, because it reminded him when he started falling for her even before the Cauldron Made her and her sisters. She was the same girl, without need to be more beautiful.
She looked at him while the shadowsinger, her shadowsinger, approached with feline steps. "How are you?"
Her peaceful voice was a song to his shadows that found relaxing and entertaining dancing around her and on her. A thousands answers came in his mind: fine; when i'm with you marvelous; good but if we'd stay in bed for a week living of just sex then I would be better.
Instead he chose to put his right hand on her neck, with his long fingers caressing her cheek raising her face. There was a time when he was ashamed of touching her with his hands, worried of the disgust she might have felt, but that girl had never seemed to notice the different texture that his hands had. Instead, she had the habit to kiss all his scars every now and then just to remind him that there was no part of him that she didn't love.
He kissed her. Once, twice, thrice...he was addicted to her mouth as much as she was addicted to his.
Nothing could separated them. They had spent their mating alone in the cottage, a full week of lips crashing and bodies merging. They had barely eaten, satiated by the taste of each other. There was no wall, no table nor surface that they had not used.
Her legs trembled. Azriel had always had this effect on her body. Even after such long time she still looked at him, in his all glorious beauty, wondering how the Cauldron could value them as equal if he looked like The Mother had sculpted him herself.
She opened her eyes finding his little sly smile few inches from her mouth.
"Ask me again." He whispered.
'How are you, my love?" She said this time sweeter.
That sweetness drove him crazy everytime. It was the sound of the pure innocence that ran in her blood. The same innocence he corrupted long time ago but still filled her body wherever she was. His favourite thing was when that sweetness and innocence showed up in bed, shy to see how much she enjoyed their sex.
He kissed her again, more intensely this time. He tried to voice in that kiss all the gratitude, all the love and all the devotion he felt for her since the day they met. The Mother didn't created enough words to esprime what she was to him, what she made him feel.
"I take it as a 'very good, my gorgeous, goodness mate, but now that you are here even better.'" She mused on his lips. Her book had been forgotten on the floor leaving her hands free to caress his hair whil his right hand stayed firm on her neck. He brought his other hand in her hair, swiping them away from her face for a moment, chuckling at her words.
"You have no idea...let me show you how good I am thanks to you." His seductive voice melted her. His right arm went under her knees, his left one embraced her back lifting her in a perfect bridal style.
She gripped his shoulders with her hands while her cheeks turned of a deep pink. The girl kissed him on the walk toward the huge bed. He squeezed her body in his arms burning his fingers in her skin, his swings wide open.
It was a pure mix of passion and love the one they shared that night. He didn't hold his smirk at the sight at her blushed cheeks, her eyes shone with lust ans devotion while he lied her back on their bed with his body towering hers.
His hungry eyes held the promise of all the things he was going to do with her, all the things he was going to whisper in her ears, with the only intention of hearing just one thing coming out from her mouth.
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