Hi,can I Request An Azriel Fic Where He Bumbs Into Someone In Velaris And The Bond Snaps For Him But

This is one of the best pictures of him that I have ever seen 🥰

(please add your favorite pictures of him. I want to see)

Promises Don’t Last Forever

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Summary: where stiles has a girlfriend he tries to keep out of all the werewolf stuff but one day she gets caught in the crossfire

Warnings: blood, attempted angst, sad stiles

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It seemed to happen in slow motion.

One second you were calling out to Stiles overtop the commotion going on, and the next you felt a red hot slash being ripped through the soft flesh of your side.

“Y/n!” Stiles screamed, the battle came to a standstill. He stumbled over to where you fell to the ground, dropping to his knees and hovering over you, quickly assessing the damage and immediately noticing the large blood stain pooling from your side. He slowly peeled up your shirt to reveal three long slashes that were cut deep.

“No, no, no, no,” he shed his flannel shirt off and pressed it into your abdomen with shaky hands, trying to halt the steady flow of blood that seeped from your wound. You hissed and tensed up at the contact, grabbing his wrist but trying to keep your expression calm and breathing steady.

The rival pack the fight was against had taken off at the first sign of a distraction. Not wanting to stick around to see how angry this rag tag group could really get when it came to someone hurting one of their own.

There was too much blood, his attempts not working as he cried out for the rest of the pack to call an ambulance, but deep down he knew you were surrounded by the dark woods out of the reach of immediate help. His heart was being torn in two and there was nothing he could do in his power to stop it.

You came to the slow realization of how this was going to end.

“Hey, hey Stiles look at me,” your hands reached up to cup his face. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes as tears slipped down his cheeks. You wiped them away with your thumbs and gave him a small smile when his eyes fluttered back open. “It’s okay, I’m not in pain.” And it was true, the blood loss was making you tired along with the rush of adrenaline that was fading from the fight that happened moments before. Derek’s grip on your ankle and the black veins traveling up his arm could also be attributing to the lack of pain you felt, for that you sent him a weary half smile.

The other members of the pack either stood around still on guard or sat surrounding the couple in a protective loose circle.

“You can’t die now, you can’t leave me.” Stiles choked out through a torrent of sobs that wrecked his frame.

“You’ll be okay.” You promised as you used your remaining strength to press your lips to his. His body reacted quickly, pulling you closer and giving you a passionate kiss in return, knowing this could be your last.

“I love you, Stiles.” Your hands ran through his soft hair trying to provide any source of comfort.

“Yeah I mean who doesn’t.” His attempt at a joke only left more tears streaming down his face, you gave a short laugh then winced when it caused pain to stab into your side. “I love you, too. So, so, so much.”

He could tell you were struggling to hang on to whatever life was left running though you, “It’s okay, you can let go. I’ve got you.” He reassured, rocking you back and forth.

With his final words you nodded smiling and closed your eyes, feeling safe nestled into him, not even caring about the fading consciousness you were experiencing. All you knew was Stiles was there with you and that was all that mattered.

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He watched your eyes close for the last time and felt the final breath leave you. “You should of taken me instead, do you hear me? Giver her back and take me instead!” Stiles cried out over your limp body. His face was completely broken as he gazed down upon you. His mind began to wonder to how he’d never hear you laugh at his smart remarks again, or have Friday movie nights where you tried your hardest to stay awake but without fail always ended up snuggled into him and out like a light, or how he’d sneak you out in his jeep in the middle of the night to stargaze while talking about anything that came to mind. Memories flashed through him while he held you flush against his body.

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“I could stay like this forever.” He murmured into your hair while you stared up at the night sky.

You laughed at the feeling of his breath on your neck, “I wish we could, this night is perfect.” You rolled over to face him, you noticed he turned shy as you gazed into his eyes. “What is it?”

He mumbled something you couldn’t hear and then fumbled around in his pocket. He jerked his hand out of his jacket pocket and the small object he’d been digging for went flying into the field that was surrounding you.

“Smooth Stiles, smooth.” You both laughed as the two of you searched for the object. He found it quickly then made you close your eyes and hold out your hand. You did as told and felt a ring being slid into your finger.

Opening your eyes you saw the silver band Stiles had been so nervous over giving you.

“It’s a promise ring, you know cause like we can’t get married right now cause we’re too young, but I want you to know that I’d like to some day eventually. I’d like to get married to you, have some dogs maybe a couple of kids, then grow old together. I hope you don’t think it’s boring or stupid or whatev-“

You silenced his quick mumbling with a long kiss to his lips, your hand coming up to the back of his neck.

“Well then I’d say it’s safe to say you liked it.” He said after you pulled away breathless from the kiss.

“I love it Stiles, and I love you.”

The remainder of the night consisted of you two planning what kind of dog you would adopt and wondering if Scott would be mad if you named it after him.

In the end you decided it didn’t matter as long as you were all happy.

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“Please, please,” were the only words that came out as he pressed his forehead to yours, begging for any sign of life to come back to the still warm body he now cradled against his chest.

The woods fell quiet.

“Hey,” Scott tried out gently, setting his hand on Stiles shoulder. He had tears threatening to burst over, but tried to stay strong for his best friend. Losing y/n was going to take a toll on the whole pack. “Stiles, we need to get her somewhere, can’t just let the two of you sit out here forever.”

The rest of the pack gathered around as Stiles nodded, sniffling. Reluctantly he stood up, bringing you with him and holding you bridal style in his arms. Derek offered to carry you back but Stiles refused, not wanting to let go of you for even a second.

They walked in silence back to the jeep. No one else dared ask Stiles if he needed help.

He laid you down in his lap in the back seat of his jeep. Your cheeks had the lightest bit of color left to them, but it was quickly fading. His hand brushed the wet and tangled hair back away from your face while he gazed down at you. His shirt that was wrapped around you was ruined as would be the back seat of his beloved Roscoe but he couldn’t find it in himself to care in the least. He held your hand that was adorned with a silver promise ring tightly, knowing that if he let go he’d break down again and have to accept that you were really gone. No, he could live in his little fantasy for a bit longer, you were sleeping and on your way to the hospital to be checked out after encountering a wild mountain lion. Nothing serious, just a scratch. He imagined you’d be up and better by the weekend. Maybe he could plan a nice dinner for the two of you or find a beach to go set out at for an afternoon. He could practically hear you fussing at him to put on sunscreen already and then complaining when he splashes you.

Yes, he decided, you were going to be alright.

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Well it’s something I guess. Still not good at titles.

tidal // steve rogers 🌊

↳ summary: tony doesn’t trust his kid and steve has to play mediator, although those duties don’t come without a reward

↳ relationship: dad’s best friend!steve rogers x stark!reader

↳ request: steve defending his soft girl when she starts crying when someone yelled at her…maybe she thanks him by putting her mouth to good use @donutloverxo + what about dad’sbestfriend!steve x reader?…I need me some Steve please!! (anon)

↳ word count: 5.4k (this has no business being this long)

↳ warnings: angst, smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, some light fluff kinda

↳ author’s note: i do love a stark!reader so this was so much fun for me - enjoy my loves! x

The relationship that you have with your father is complicated. It reminds you acutely of the foamy sea that you used to tentatively wade in and simply stare at with a wide-eyed, childlike fascination when your parents took you to the Maldives or Seychelles or Ivory Coast, each summer a different place and a different tide. There’s a sense of predictability to it, a routine you have in a language that is understandable to nobody but the two of you. He pushes and you pull, coordinating your movements in a choreographed dance so as to safely row your canoe filled to the brim with trust and love through the rocky seas of life. 

He’s made a mark on you that will always be a permanent imprint on your soul much like the way that water stains the surface of the sand but it’s not as if you perceive that as something negative. You attribute the best parts of yourself to your mother and father and although their DNA isn’t housed inside your body, you’re more Tony’s child than he could have ever asked for. He hears so much of him in the tone of your voice and sees Pepper whenever you cross your arms over your chest and pin him with a look he knows too well - her influence is all over your mannerisms - and the both of them in the charming brightness of your smile when you let yourself laugh freely.

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Like You (Remus Lupin x Reader x Sirius Black x James Potter)

Warnings: 97% fluff, 3% light smut at the end (kissing, brief fingering and submissive!reader), Polyamorous Marauders + Reader insertion. In the final section James, Remus and the reader are 17. Sirius, being a 4/5 months older than the group, is 18. 

Word count: 2,644

Summary: The reader recounts significant memories leading up to her polyamorous relationship with the boys.

A/N: Since I’m new to the fandom, I wanna preface this by saying I’m 19; this fic is in no way mean’t to sexualize anyone under 18. I wanted to get back into fanfiction writing and was inspired by a few writers in the fandom: @pinkandblueblurbs, @babyjordy, @toripotterr, @randomoutsiders and @thotbutpurple​. Hope you guys can enjoy this, spent two whole days on this baby lol

THIRD YEAR

Remus (14)

Being sorted into Gryffindor was a bit of a shock for you at age 11, to say the least. You’d spent the entirety of your childhood with your nose behind books. The tales of valiant heroes offered a sense of escape from the unremarkable life of a prepubescent kid. It’s safe to say that before your powers surfaced, you had never considered yourself brave. 

And even your enrollment, you preferred to read about heated duels than to actually experience one yourself. Which is why, outside of your normal studying, you spent your first two terms curled up in the library. 

Being socially inept made friends an unattainable concept. It was around then that you started seeing the same tired looking boy, his face littered with cuts and scrapes, during your library visits.

Weaving through the isles, you would often see him in the same corner folded over different books. As time passed, your glances in his direction became more interested. Every trip you’d sit a tiny bit closer to sneak peaks in his direction.

Once you became aware of him, you’d started noticing him everywhere. Curled up near the fireplace in the common room, eating in The Great Hall and being quietly attentive in your DADA class. Over the weeks, you pieced together that his name was Remus.

Having originally thought him to be a loner like yourself, you were surprised to find him glued at the hip to the same two boys. 

The group seemed inseparable, always huddled up during breakfast or in between classes. Appearing to always be having the time of their lives when you saw them together. You envied their bond, they looked so at home with one another.

Christmas break had just ended when you felt a sliver of courage bubble up in your chest. You’d resolved to finally speak to him. It couldn’t hurt to try right?

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A/N: Let us kick off autumn season with everyone’s favourite pirate! This Imagine is based on requests from @manymanycupsoftea and two anons. This is probably not entirely historically accurate or more than a fluffy piece of even more fluff but… Have fun! 🎃😋

Words: 1913 Warnings: fluff, anxiety (fear of thunderstorms)

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Azriel ~ Beautiful*

Azriel x Reader

* = NSFW. EXPLICIT CONTENT.

Summary: An imagine where you and Azriel find yourselves in the same inn that Rhys and Feyre inhabited 100 years earlier. Hidden feelings and declarations may be made.

Warning: light-ish smut, mention of scars and mental struggles/mental health incl. feelings of self-loathing, being worthless and not good enough, being undeserving of love. Please consider your decision to read this if you are experiencing these feelings.

You are loved. I love you.

Word Count: 3537

I shivered throughly in the cold, teeth chattering lightly from behind my frozen lips. Feyre wasn’t kidding when she’d told us this inn was like an ice box - even to the thick skin of the High Fae.

The order from our esteemed High Lady had led to the necessary overnight stay in the same inn she and Rhys had stayed about a century ago. Feyre and I had become fast friends after the war with Hybern, after the Court of Nightmares had been allowed restricted entry into Velaris as part of Keir’s Darkbringers being…loaned to them.

Velaris was everything I had wanted, everything I had dreamed of. Like Mor, I was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares and my kindred heart had spoken to everyone in the inner circle - it hadn’t taken long before I became yet another number.

“Are you alright?” Azriel’s low, deep voice curled around me, another shiver eliciting from me as he closed the door to the room behind us with a soft click.

“Just…cold” I sigh, “Feyre wasn’t kidding.”

Azriel chuckled softly - so softly the sound escaped and vanished into the mist of warm breath it elicited from his mouth.

Turning to face the room, I realised there wasn’t much in it - just grey floorboards, grey walls and…one bed.

Feyre.

I growled internally, finally coming to the conclusion that this entire trip was most likely merely nothing more than another of her matchmaking schemes she had become known for over the years.

Feyre Cursebreaker, more like Feyre Matchmaker.

It was no secret that Azriel and I had danced over our attraction for each other ever since we’d met.

It was a source of relief for the entire Circle - most notably, Mor, whom with Azriel’s attention somewhat divided from her, had finally come out to us all about 50 years ago, the final nail in the coffin of Azriel’s pining.

The relief of the entire Court was palpable when those longing glances towards Mor, the awkward tension, Cassian’s odd scapegoat role all vanished - but was almost immediately followed with trepidation as those wandering looks turned to me instead.

In some ways, I could understand their frustration, it was so clear how we felt for each other - but we’d never acted on it, never said it. It was an unspoken acknowledgement that went, for the most part…unacknowledged.

For whatever reason - whether it be my own trauma, my own issues, or the fact he had spent over 500 years pining for the same woman…we-I just wasn’t ready to admit it, to say it, to..act on it.

No doubt why Feyre was subtly pulling the strings behind the scenes to make it happen.

“I did request a second bed” Azriel says, “But the innkeeper said they didn’t have one and…”

“It wouldn’t fit” I shake my head, finishing his sentence, “Not in this shoebox, no.”

Azriel nodded in agreement, head ducking just a little lower, “I will sleep on the floor.”

“You will do no such thing” I scoff, prancing toward the bed and slumping onto it, patting the empty space beside me, “We’ve been friends for 100 years, Azriel, I’m sure we can share a bed.”

“Alright” Azriel agrees tentatively, a ghost of a smile flickering upon his sensual lips…I tear my gaze away from those lips and instead meet his eyes as he flares his wings a little, allowing them the stretch before he would undoubtedly need to tuck them in for the rest of the night to avoid them getting caught on the snags in the floorboards.

Halfway to the bed, he stops and begins to disarm himself, beginning with his Siphoned gauntlets, the weapons adorning his legs and arms and any spare space a blade could fit. Truth-Teller, however, remained sheathed at his side.

As he prepared himself for bed, I lay down on the mattress, sliding back towards where the slant in the roof was, tucking myself under the sheets and curling into a ball on my side, facing him - allowing him the side with more room, more space to stretch those wings out.

Noticing my courtesy, he smiles softly in thanks. I duck my head in a silent ‘you’re welcome.’

It had always been like that with us - able to communicate with smiles and nods and gestures, rarely needing to rely on words.

Of course, Feyre liked to see that as a potential mating bond but that…that was, at this point, a slim possibility. The only thing that could potentially unveil it would be…

I growl softly, this time outwardly, at the realisation. Azriel stops mid way from sliding into the bed, shooting a curious and concerned look at me. I shake my head, confirming its not him I’m growling at, and he continues his descent into the bed, wings flaring out and behind him.

Having sex.

That was the only thing that could possibly reveal a mating bond between us and our position now, in the same bed, the same inn that Feyre had-

Fucking Feyre.

Another low growl slips from me and this time, gestures weren’t enough for Azriel as he said, “What’s wrong?”

This time I didn’t dodge the question, “Feyre. And her incessant meddling.”

Another soft smile from Azriel, “You would think she’d get bored of it.”

“Oh, I doubt it.” I scoff, “Not until every one of us is paired up and as happy as she is.”

The statement seemed to make Azriel slightly uncomfortable - perhaps too close to the confession neither of us had made or would make…maybe ever.

I let the room fall into a comfortable quiet and end up finding myself…staring at him. His eyes, more specifically. Almost identical to Cassian’s, but where Cass’s fire brightened them, flaring like a living ember amongst the brown and green and yellows of his golden hazel eyes, Azriel’s was…like a living golden flame made ice.

The brightness, the colour was all there but amongst the multi-hued tones of hazel, there were flickers of ice blue so infinitesimal I hadn’t even noticed them until now, where I was so close, so wholly focused on nothing but those hazel depths…

A soft, almost silent gasp elicited from me as I realised that as I stared at him - into him, drinking in the colours and hues and shades of his eyes…he was also doing the same to me. The sudden sound, too, brought him out of it and his gaze dropped from my eyes - not wholly away from me, never that, but just…focused less on my eyes and more on my entire face, the way a friend would usually look at another while talking.

My brows creased a bit, the slightest of frowns - why did we bother with this dance? With denying what we so clearly felt?

To distract myself from ruminating too much more on those thoughts or from Azriel requesting to know them, I uncurled myself from my little ball, stretching my arms before me, reaching for Azriel’s forearm.

He slid his arm back slightly, hesitating and wary, the scars upon them bleached a stark white, setting them shimmering as if they reflected that light. I paused my own movements, again meeting his eyes, my gaze questioning, beseeching…requesting. With a small tremor of his hand, he extended it towards me, palm down, right above my own extended hand. An offering.

I took his hand in mine, so warm despite the ice in his eyes, the ice in his shadows I could feel emanating from behind me, encasing the rest of the room in darkness. If anyone were to walk in, they’d see nothing but black despite the power of the full moon’s light.

With my other hand, I brushed softly over those harsh scars, the little light illuminating the space we lay casting them an even paler shade, so stark against his tanned skin. A harsh intake of breath again paused me in my movements - well, it was harsh for Azriel. For anyone else it was barely a gasp but for the silent, stalwart spymaster…it was a loud sound.

Meeting his eyes, another question within them, I wait for his answering gaze, the permission to continue. A barely perceptible nod and I continued my exploration of those scars. Cold - colder than the rest of his skin, shimmering with an iridescent light, and smooth and silky compared to his palm, covered in calluses from weapon wielding.

Before I can make myself reconsider, I make the boldest move I’d ever made with him - bending my head before those scars with a reverent gentleness, I brushed my lips across the top of his hand in a soft, light kiss, the silky-smoothness of his scars like a gentle, cool caress.

“Beautiful” I whisper into the darkness, raising my head to meet his gaze once again.

Raw, undiluted emotion swam within them - so at odds against the cold set of his face, the mask he never let slip - in front of me, in front of Mor, in front of Rhys. Nobody.

A glimmer of silver traced the line of his eye - tears. Tears he wouldn’t shed, I knew that, but the sight of them there…it broke me. So did the doubt tinged with disgust.

“They’re beautiful” I enunciated again, forcing him to hear the words, the truth behind them.

Azriel closed his eyes, hand tightening around mine. I squeezed back and his wings flared in the shadow-kissed dark. I could have sworn they also shuddered delicately.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the words I was about to speak. The declaration I was finally going to make.

There would be no more skirting around the feelings we both knew I felt…that he felt.

“Azriel, I-” I swallow loudly, forcing the nerves to abate - even if for just a moment, “I-”

“Don’t say it,” his words were a broken plea, a wrought and destroyed thing, “Please, don’t say it.”

“Why” I breathed, not quite a question, my brows furrowing with hurt - maybe he didn’t feel how I thought he did.

“I’m not worthy of it. I’m a bastard born…nothing” His voice…it destroyed me, wrecked me, shattered me with the pain it portrayed, the full scope of how worthless he felt.

I wished he had just told me he didn’t feel the same. That he just didn’t want to ruin a friendship so personal to him. Or even that he just blatantly wasn’t interested.

Anything but this…self-loathing.

That mask, the one of cold indifference, of calculating calm…it slipped and - faltered completely. That one form of protection he put out to the world, his way of protecting his very soul, now disappeared before me - only for me, perhaps even only now, for this one moment of complete and total vulnerability.

The emotion from his eyes now leaked into every feature of his face, bowing his eyebrows toward his nose in a deep, self-loathing frown, his mouth downturned, his throat bobbing and those tears…one indeed slipped from his eye.

I released one of his hands from my touch, guiding that now free hand to wipe the tear from his cheek, the silvery wetness of it clinging to my finger.

I studied it, the glistening moisture of it that shimmered like suppressed stars on my finger. As beautiful as the rest of him. Perhaps pathetic to think about a tear as such, but it was almost impossible for me to see anything that related to Azriel and not think it a thing of beauty.

When my gaze unfocused from that tear, I went to meet his eyes again only to see his shadows were ensconcing him. He was almost completely invisible, his wings nothing more than blackness. Disappearing before my eyes.

I couldn’t beat it.

“No” I breathe, this time grabbing both of his hands, clutching them to my chest, his scars resting upon my collarbone. I slid myself closer, so close that I encroached upon his shadows, forcing them either to scatter or to envelop me too.

A pause in the shadows movement - considering. With a shuddering breath, I whispered, “Don’t hide from me. Never hide - not from me. Please.”

Suddenly, the shadows surged forward, swallowing us both in their darkness, the moon’s light disappearing as the solid warmth of Azriel’s body chased away the endless cold of them.

His shadows made seeing him impossible and, for a moment, I thought maybe he knew - they knew - what I was about to say next, that he could only stomach hearing me out, allowing me to say my piece if he didn’t have to see the sincerity upon my face…allowing me to see the emotion on his.

“You are worthy” I said, my voice a soft and distraught mess, “By the Mother, Azriel, you are so worthy. You are beautiful and strong and courageous and loyal and I…I love you.”

The shadows stopped their writhing, turning the once roiling darkness into a solid blanket coating us.

“You love me?”

And Mother help me, the uncertainty, the surprise and shock in those words…it fractured me even more.

“Let me see you” I begged. I would not tell him these things with those shadows hiding him from my sight any longer. The shadows stayed. “Azriel, please.”

My wrecked plea was the shadows undoing, his undoing, and they floated back, drifting on that phantom wind to again cover the space between his wings and the door, revealing all of him to me.

“Yes” I whispered, “I do love you. I have loved you for a long while…but you already knew that. We both did.”

The vulnerability seemed to overwhelm him and again those shadows seemed to subconsciously creep closer. Releasing his scarred and beautiful hands from my chest, I let them drop to the bed and slid myself into the last pocket of space between our bodies, my arms sliding between the spaces either side of his face to link around his neck, to hold me unbreakably to him.

“No” I growled, the first harsh words I’d spoken this night, “No more hiding. If your shadows come to claim you, they must now do the same to me.”

He knew I didn’t mean the literal shadows behind him, around him - it was the shadows within him I spoke of.

The fear and pain and self-hate that plagued his every thought, that stopped him from ever pursuing Mor, from pursuing me. No longer would they tell him he didn’t deserve what he wanted, what he desired.

Never again.

It took me a moment to realise he’d restrained the shadows. I met his eyes, to see the emotion there, to realise neither of us had spoken in a while.

“I…” His voice hitched, his breathing uneven and I watched the internal battle behind his eyes of what I said and he felt and what his mental scars and trauma told him he deserved, “I…have always loved you.”

The last four words rushed out like an avalanche, in one smooth motion, encompassed on one breath.

My eyebrows twitched inward, a momentary frown as I fought back the tears that threatened to spill. Instead, I beamed at him, the light radiating from it rivalling the moonlight’s glare behind me.

“You’re beautiful” Azriel whispered in wonder, his attention fixed on that beaming smile - only for him, “So beautiful.”

“Stealing my words now, are you?” I smirk, bringing in some much needed humour to cut the tension of our confessions, the pain and relief that mingled there, “Have you none of your own?”

Azriel’s face contorted into a mask I knew meant trouble, “I don’t need to resort to words”

My toes curled at the possession in his tone, the seductive and sultry promise.

Scenting the change in me, as quickly as the atmosphere of the room was now changing, he smirked, “Not here.”

I pouted and he let out a low snarl, his own hands sliding around my waist to pull me ever closer, flush to his body, legs tangling with mine. I tilted my head upward, exposing the column of my throat in an effort to better meet his eyes with our changed position…and in a silent request.

"Stop that” he growled, the pout still pasted to my face.

“Stop what?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes slightly - and having to clamp down on the laugh that threatened to burst from me at the action.

“Everything” Azriel responded cryptically, “Stop pouting that damn lip, for starters.”

I sucked in a breath, habitually pulling my bottom lip into my mouth and biting softly on it.

That was it.

Azriel swooped upon me, pulling that lip from the cage of my teeth to capture it with his, kissing me possessively as he bit down on my bottom lip himself.

I hitched a leg over his waist, the inside of my knee nocking itself into the slight dip of his torso. It felt so natural - fit so perfectly. Azriel released a hand from my waist to hike that leg higher, to pull the rest of my body into the space it left open.

Releasing my lips, he bowed his forehead to touch mine, sighing softly, “I will not fuck you here, Y/N.”

I whimpered softly and felt the evidence of what that sound did to him upon my stomach. My breathing became difficult, each inhale heavier and deeper than the last.

“Your mouth says no” I chuckled, pushing my chest closer to him, feeling the hardness of him grow in response to the added pressure, “But your body…”

“I have no doubt your own body is begging for it” Azriel cut in, the lust roughening his voice into a serrated edge, “I have no doubt what evidence I’d find between your legs”

Indeed.

My toes curled, my thigh constricting across his body with the same pressure I would apply if my thighs were together…but the prick held tight to my leg, stopping me from withdrawing it and providing the much needed pressure I now craved.

“I will not fuck you here.” He repeated, his head bending to brush his silken lips along the exposed column of my throat, trailing upward along the scope of it to the bottom of my ear where they pressed softly to my earlobe.

I shuddered gently against him and inhaled deeply. He was playing dirty…well, so could I.

Unlocking my fingers from each other, I extended a single hand towards that gauzy membrane, catching his eyes with mine so I could watch what it did to him as I brushed a finger along the inside of his wing, the feeling shockingly similar to his scars.

He flinched and hissed, his breath gusting into the shell of my ear as the hands around my waist and thigh tightened, the length of him hardening even more against my stomach. His eyes were set ablaze - not the simmering ember of Cassian’s but an icy fire - a cold so harsh it burned.

“Forgive me for wanting what I want” I whispered into his own ear, interlacing my fingers again as his wings shivered and then settled, “It has been a century.”

“A century?” Gone was the lust from his voice - though he still remained hard against me, that icy flame still smouldering, “You haven’t…”

I blushed at the unfinished question.

No, actually, I hadn’t been with another male since I’d met Azriel. I’d had opportunities, people who were interested but…I could never bring myself to do it.

No matter how many times Azriel took a female home.

“But I-” That guilt and self-loathing encroached upon his expression again and I shook my head emphatically.

Even Feyre Matchmaker had tried to convince me to take the edge off but despite having a need for touch, for taste, for contact - it was all for him. I refused to settle for any less. Even if that meant becoming a eunuch for the rest of my life.

“It doesn’t matter” I assured him, “We had no obligations, no promises.”

At that, he had no argument, no rebuttal. The guilt, however, still shone there, “I never knew how…deep your feelings went.”

“You mean to tell me you don’t feel as strongly?”

“No, of course not” Azriel rushed and I restrained a giggle, “I do feel for you - so deeply. Perhaps I took those females to bed in order to deny what I felt. Because I feel for you so much - so much so I feared maybe we-”

“Maybe we were mates?”

He nodded once.

“Feared?” I question, peering up at him, “Why feared?”

“Because I am unworthy.”

“Azriel-”

“It will take time, Y/N, before that feeling abates.”

I knew that. Deep down, I knew it.

“Well, from what Feyre tells me the only way we can find out if we’re mates at this point is to…”

“I will not fuck you here” Azriel again said but there was no teasing, no seduction - just blatant fact, “When I fuck you, Y/N, I don’t want any kind of audience. Just you and me.”

The sultriness had once again creeped into his voice and I unsuccessfully tried to huff in disappointment…it just came out as a quivering breath.

“Sleep now” Azriel whispered, releasing my leg at long last in favour of stroking my hair, “You’re exhausted.”

“Ha” I let out a breathy chuckle, “You think I could even attempt to fall asleep after all that?”

“Try” he smiled, “After all, the sooner tomorrow comes…the sooner you do.”

I breathed in shakily, toes again curling as I felt his words reverberate through my core, the heat there building.

I had never seen Azriel like this. So cocky and confident and seducitve, so…dominating.

“Right. Sleeping now.” I attempted to joke, closing my eyes suddenly.

“Wait” Azriel whispered and I opened my eyes again at the soft command.

He moved forward, so slowly, and gently pressed his lips to mine. A soft, gentle kiss - the one we would have had after our heartfelt declarations had lust not gotten the better of us.

The heat in my core settled, instead sending a rushing wave of euphoria and light and happiness, soothing me until I…indeed did feel sleepy.

“Ass” I grumbled, as my eyelids slid closed again, this time heavier.

“I told you, you were exhausted” he chuckled, pressing another light kiss to my brow before a different kind of darkness - separate from his shadows pulled me under.

Masterlist

Imagine having this....forever. 💛

...... take me in your arms pls

Harleen’s Intern Part 1

“Ok y/n. You can do this. It’s no big deal, you’ve been trained for this. Plus you won’t be alone. Dr. Quinzel promised she’d be there the whole time. Breath.” You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You’ve been giving yourself this pep talk all morning. Today was the day. The day you would finally get to work with the clown prince himself. You’d spent weeks preparing yourself, reading and re-reading the Joker’s case files. Last week Dr. Quinzel informed you that you were ready to sit in on a few of his sessions. You were incredibly nervous but also excited to finally be working with a client. You’d woken up early as a result of a sleepless night but you didn’t mind. You used the extra time to actually eat a decent breakfast and take an extra long shower. You had finished putting on your makeup and you were feeling confident. It was time to go and you were ready to take on the world. Or at the very least a very psychotic criminal. You arrived at Arkham earlier than usual. Dr. Quinzel was waiting for you behind her desk when you entered her office. “Hello y/n. You’re early.” She said with a smile. “I know. I’m nervous.” You replied with a nervous grin.  Dr. Quinzel stood up from her desk. “ That’s perfectly normal. To tell you the truth I was nervous my first time too.” She winked at you and headed for the door. You followed behind and felt your heart rate increase with every step you took. “Deep breaths y/n. Don’t let him know your nervous. He feeds on that.” Dr. Quinzel advised. You nodded your head and took a few deep breaths. Before you knew it the only thing that separated you from the clown prince was a door. Dr. Quinzel placed her hand on the door knob. “Are you ready?” She asked. You tried to control your breathing but you were failing.  "As ready as I’ll ever be I suppose.“ You gave a weak smile that Dr. Quinzel returned as she opened the door.

There he was a man with vibrant green hair and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. He was already seated at the table wearing his straight jacket. There were two chairs positioned across from J where there would usually only be one. J never took his eyes off of you as you crossed the  room. As you sat down J smiled. “Well what do we have here?” You remained silent while Dr. Quinzel answered for you. “This is y/n, she’s going to be joining us for a few sessions.”  J tilted his head to one side. “How exciting.” He replied his smile growing wider. “How about we get started.” Dr. Quinzel said gaining your attention. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring at J this whole time. Well that can’t be good. So much for not attracting unwanted attention to yourself. You quickly refocused your eyes on Dr. Quinzel. Prior to entering the session you had planned on asking your own questions as Dr. Quinzel had encouraged you to do. But somewhere along the way you lost your nerve. Instead you sat quietly as Dr. Quinzel asked J a series of questions. He answered some and ignored others. After ignoring several of her questions, Dr. Quinzel decided to address his silence. “Mister J you seem distracted, What’s running through your mind right now?” She asked leaning back in her chair. J continued to stare at you as he answered. “Well Doctor.” He grinned. “ I was just imaging how it would feel to be between y/n’s legs, hearing her moan my name, begging for more.” Your eyes shot up darting from J to Dr. Quinzel. She tries to quickly put a stop to the situation. “Mister J I-” she’s cut off by J’s maniacal laughter. His eye locked with yours as he spoke again. “Tell me y/n, would you like that?” Dr. Quinzel stood up. “Enough. We’re leaving. Y/n come with me.” She stayed surprisingly calm.  You on the other hand couldn’t be more flustered. What had she said? Don’t let him make you uncomfortable? Yeah about that. Your cheeks were bright red someone on Mars could tell you were uncomfortable. You got up and followed Dr. Quinzel, you heard J let out an angry growl and heard him yell before the door fell shut. “I want an answer doll!”

The walk back to Dr. Quinzel’s office was silent. Well that session definitely didn’t  go as planned. So much for all that confidence. Now you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to face him again. As you entered Dr. Quinzel’s office she gave you an apologetic look. “Y/n I’m so sorry I didn’t think something like that would happen.” You gave her a half smile. “It’s ok. You couldn’t have known.” she walked to her desk and sat down. “Please don’t let this deter you from sitting in on his sessions. Just come back tomorrow and show him it hasn’t affected you. Maybe you should go home early today and relax before tomorrow’s session.” You nodded thankful you were able to return home. “Ok. Yeah thanks I’ll um I’ll do that.” Showing him he had not affected you however, was going to be a challenge. You returned home and changed into some comfy clothes and lounged around a bit. You spread out on your couch lazily as you replayed the events of earlier over and over again in your head. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut into a world of dreams. ‘You were back in that small white room sitting across from J. You were alone with him. Where was Dr. Quinzel? “Answer me doll.” You heard J growl. Your eyes darted back to his figure sitting across from you. His arms free of his straight jacket. This isn’t right. J stood up from chair and circled around the table leering at you. What was his question? “Tsk tsk tsk. It’s a simple question. Yes or no princess?” You didn’t know what you should say. So you simply whispered “yes.” And prayed it was the right answer. J seemed pleased as a smile had formed on his lips. He held out his hand to you and you took it. You stood and walked towards him. J grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him. “Say it doll. Say it.” He slid his hands downward gripping your ass tightly trailing light kisses down your neck and biting when he reached your collarbone. What did he want you say. Then it hit you. The question you never answered. You were just about to answer when you heard your phone go off. That’s strange, you shut your phone off when you’re at work’ You woke up still on your couch noticing your phone lit up on the coffee table. You had a message from your mom. ‘Hi sweetie!! I was just checking on you, I know today was your big day! How did it go?’ You had been asleep for a few hours and it took your eyes a few minutes to focus. You texted your mom back with a short and sweet message. 'It went great mom! Loved it!’ There was no need to worry her with what really happened you knew she would freak out. You were still pretty tired and it was late enough that you could justify going to bed early. You climbed into bed and spend the rest of the night in a dreamless stupor.

You returned to Arkham the next day and went straight to Dr. Quinzel’s office. She greeted you with a smile and seemed to be on her way out. “Hi y/n. We’re seeing Mister J a little early today, hopefully that’s not an inconvenience for you.” Your felt your stomach jump at his name and remembered the events from yesterday. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face him. “Dr. Quinzel, if you don’t mind i’d like to sit this one out. I’m not sure I’m comfortable going back in there just yet.” Dr. Quinzel gave you a sympathetic smile. “I understand, it’s ok.” She continued walking towards the door but turned around before exiting. “You know y/n, you can’t let him get to you. I understand if you need time but I would like you to continue coming to his sessions in the future.” You nodded a slight smile on your face and she walked out. You sat at Dr. Quinzel’s desk going over some case notes to keep yourself busy. You were surprised to see Dr. Quinzel return not 20 minutes later. You thought that was odd since mister J’s sessions usually lasted an hour. Whatever the reason she was back so soon, it couldn’t be good news. “Well you’re back early.” You said stating the obvious. Dr. Quinzel looked frustrated. “Mister J refused to talk about anything unless you were present.” She answers sounding a bit annoyed. You were stunned. Why would he want you there? “W-why would I need to be there?” You questioned a little hesitantly. Dr. Quinzel answered carefully. “Well, er, you see sweetie sometimes Mister J gets fixated on something. Or someone.” She paused for moment trying to find the right words. “When this happens.” She continued. “He begins to act out in order to get what he wants.”  Dr. Quinzel walked closer to her desk sitting on its edge. “I really hate to ask this of you, but it’s extremely important I get him to talk to me, will you please attend his next session?” You had a million questions running through your head but couldn’t find words to ask them. You nodded your head indicating that you would join Dr. Quinzel at the next session. She reached over and squeezed your arm a wide smile on her face. “Thank you so much y/n, I know this isn’t easy but I believe together we can help him.” She stood up getting ready to leave for another session. She was to the door when you finally found your voice. “Wait.” She turned back around. “Dr. Quinzel, why would he become.” You paused a moment and continued, using her words from earlier. “Fixated on me.” Dr. Quinzel shook her head. “I’m not sure y/n. But we have to do our best to get him unfixed. Otherwise…” She trailed off before speaking again. “Anyways don’t worry I’ll be there the whole time. I’ll catch up with you later to discuss our next session with mister J.” She waved with a smile and shut the door behind her.  What the hell was happening. He was fixated on you. You had read his case notes, you knew it wasn’t unusual for him to become obsessed with things, or people. But you never thought you’d be one of those things. And being one of Mister J’s obsessions absolutely terrified you.

hi el! what is dadsbestfriend!bucky is your boss at your new job? he openly praises, and you try to hide how much you like it, but he loves to make you squirm?

⟶ boss • dadsbestfriend!bucky

word count || ~ 1,000 words

warnings || heavy praise kink, breeding kink, heavy & undefined age gap [reader is mid-20’s, bucky is late 30’s], talk of imposter syndrome [brief], sweet & fluffy bucky, bucky reassures reader, slight mocking & degradation, pet-name [gumdrop], unprotected sex, leather kink [brief], fingering, denied orgasm, ass-slapping/grabbing, bucky finishes in reader, cum-play — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || so i miss dadsbestfriend!bucky a lot

“Hey Bucky, I have the photocopy’s you made. Oh and I think Margaret said that your 3pm got moved to 4pm, but it’s just up the street at Bluefin.” You finally exhaled after plopping the sheets on Bucky’s desk.

He looked at you, chuckling as he pushes away from his desk and stood up.

“Hey, gumdrop?” He asked, a fluttery feeling in your chest as you hummed with eager eyes.

“How many times have I had to remind you that you’re not my secretary?” You dropped your head, you felt a little embarrassed, but you just loved being able to work with Bucky—even if it was for him.

“You’re my head of communications, yeah? That means I want you to focus on your job. You didn’t get all those degrees to run back and forth from the photocopier.”

His words made you feel...important. Effectively kicking your imposter syndrome out the door and filling you with confidence.

He lifted your chin with a gloved metal finger, “and you’re doin’ a fantastic job.”

You signed, smiling, “thanks Buck, I needed to hear that.”

He hummed in return, wrapping his arms around you before you were melting into his touch. Bucky smelled like clean linen, a hint of leather, and oak.

It made things feel alright.

“Anytime, gumdrop.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before you’re growing apart no standing on your own.

The rest of the day seemed to go by both rather slowly but all too fast and the sun had began setting over the skyscrapers that was New York City.

“C’mere, gumdrop.” Bucky whispered, pulling you into his office as you squeaked and let out a laugh before you were pressed against his office door.

Fucking your boss was one thing, but fucking your boss who also happened to be your dad’s best friend? Well, that was part of the thrill.

“Ever since you came in my office this mornin’, I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ of takin’ you against these big windows,” he purrs in your ear before you feel a leather gloved crawl up your thigh and grip your ass.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He then asks, “I think you deserve too, you know that, gumdrop?”

That damn nickname sends another shiver rolling throughout your body.

“Really?” Your breath hiccups, stuttering and catching in your throat.

“Really, gumdrop. You’ve been workin’ so hard for me. ‘M really proud of you.” Your praise kink activates, a mewl falling from your lips.

“Now can you continue bein’ a good girl and go stand in front of the windows?” He asks and you nod your head, slowly moving your legs until you were stood looking over the city.

“Love when you wear dresses to work,” he hums, biting his lip as he flips it up and over your waist.

“Feel what you’ve done to me?” His hands are on your hips as he pulls your ass against his crotch—cock hard.

You let a moan slip, feeling your panties being moved to the side before a cool leather finger is sliding through your folds.

“Hmm, so this is what praise does to you, gumdrop.” He chuckles deeply as he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves and begins to toy with it.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, bet I could just,” his fingers are now inside of you, “slip right in.”

There was nothing to grip onto, just clean, smooth glass under your palms as Bucky slowly fucked you with gloves fingers.

“Mmm, not yet,” he removes his fingers, a whine passing through your chest at the orgasm denial.

“Oh hush, you’re ‘bout to get my cock, gumdrop,” he smacks your ass lightly, a shock running through you before you’re being stretched by him.

He fits so nicely, snug and tight as you squeeze him and keep him warm.

Bucky grunts, wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady as his hips gyrate against yours.

“That’s a good girl, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well. And right here, in my office,” he nips at your earlobe as his voice rumbles.

“Such a good, but filthy girl,” he snaps harshly with his hips and you aren’t sure how much longer you can keep standing before your knees go out from pleasure.

“Bucky,” you moan, gripping onto his biceps as you throw your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, gumdrop, I know. You can cum, you don’t have to hold back for me.” He whispers gently, finding your clit again which throws you over the edge.

You’re waiting for Bucky to finish inside of you, filling you up and suddenly you’re craving it.

“C’mon Buck,” you’re breathless, “fill me up.”

It’s all it takes before he’s stuttering and grunting as he spills inside of you.

He’s panting, catching his breath before slowly slipping out of you and making sure to snap your panties back into place.

“There we go, wouldn’t want any of it to go to waste,” he smirks, already feeling your panties dampen with his leaking cum.

It’s a good day at the office when you get to fuck your boss.

When you have a nightmare

Request: Headcanon for peter and Felix: when you have a bad nightmare

Dark.

It was so dark.

Apart from those familiar eyes, glowing like a beacon of hope.

“Peter!” You yelled, desperately trying to grab his attention, but he only faced you with a blank expression.

The feeling of dread settled into the pit if you stomach as the boy you loved looked right through you.

“Leave.” His stern voice rung in the air.

“W-what?” You stuttered, the feeling of sharp nails wrapping around your arms, scratching at your flesh.

“I don’t want you here anymore.” His voice was oddly calm but you could hear the hatred which lay behind it.

“No, Peter, please-”

You woke up in a cold sweat.

Lungs heaving up and down, desperately trying to grasp oxygen.

Everything around you still wasn’t in focus, just a blur of dim colours swirling around.

Beads of sweat stuck to your forehead, neck and back as you sat, bolted up right in bed.

Quietly, you heard your boyfriend begin to stir from his blissful slumber.

“Are you ok, love?” He asked.

No words fell from your lips as you aimlessly stared at the wall of your bedroom.

“Y/n” Pan whispered, placing a caring hand on your shoulder as tears silently rolled down your rosy cheeks.

His arms instinctively wrapped around you tighter, pulling you towards him.

“Its ok, love.” The leader spoke, slowly stroking your damp hair.

“D-Do… Do you h-ate me?” You sobbed into his bare chest.

“Hate you, where did you get that from?” Although his words were sweet, he still didn’t answer your question, not properly.

“D-Do you?” You inquired once more, your trembling voice grew sterner.

“No of course I don’t,” Peter spoke, placing a light kiss on forehead, “You’re everything to me.”

You visibly relaxed in his arms at his words.

“I love you.” He whispered, his fingertips lightly dancing over your skin.

“I love you too.” You spoke, smiling up at him, peering deeply into his evergreen eyes.

With you still wrapped in his arms, the king of Neverland slowly leaned back, cradling you.

“Its ok, darling.” He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you once again fell asleep.

Even though you had long since slipped into blissful slumber, he still kept a watchful eye on you in fear that you would bolt upright in fear once more.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/n.”

You didn’t know much, only that you were lost.

Miles and miles of dark, twisted forest surrounded you.

Out in a distance a figure started to merge out of the trees.

His heavy, dark cloak clung to his body as he gripped onto his large wooden club.

“Felix!” You called out to the second in command, but this time you weren’t met with his usual happy face.

His features were like stone, so cold and heartless.

“Don’t” was the one and only word that tumbled our of his mouth.

“Felix.” You called out once again, hooking your fingers around his wrist.

“I said don’t.” He yelled, harshly flicking you off of him.

“Please, just tell me what I’ve done.” You tried to plead with the stone faced boy.

“You’re not entitled to answers” he spat.

“Felix, please I-”

You awoke with tears in your eyes at the thought of hurting the boy you loved so dearly.

Once reality had settled in, the feeling which lingered in the pit of your stomach instantly vanished.

Turning to the side you saw him laying peacefully beside you, looking as cute as a fallen angel.

You couldn’t stop your hand from reaching out to touch him.

Your fingers lightly traced over the red scar which marked his skin, causing him to stir.

“Mmm…” he groggily moaned, strong arms which wrapped around your small frame clung to you tighter.

Pulling you into his bare chest.

“Don’t cry, princess.” He softly spoke, his eyes slowly fluttering open.

The pad of his thumb wiping away your stray tears.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered.

“I…..” the words seemed to get stuck at the back of your throat.

“Its ok,” he gently patted your hair, “take your time.”

More tears seemed to stream down your face like a never ending supply.

“Have I upset you?” You sadly inquired.

“No, why would you think that?” The second in command grew more and more curious which each word that came past your lips.

“I just had a bad dream.” You sniffled.

“Come here.” He said, his eyes tiredly falling closer as you snuggled up even closer to him.

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered into your ear, “Never forget that.”

His words still seemed to make you blush. Just before you let blissful sleep take over your body.

Felix’s strong arms held you close to him, protecting you from all the bad things.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this!! ❤

I know I’ve missed two days of the Christmas countdown (I’m sorry!)I will post them, long with the other stories, at the weekend Xxx🎄🌟

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