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Obessesion

Azriel loved everything about Elain.

He loved her smile.

He loved the brightness of her eyes.

He loved how she had such a warm and caring heart.

But he was obsessed with her neck.

He thought it might be that deep Illyrian instinct inside of him that came roaring to the surface whenever she bared the pale skin of her neck for him. A desire to lap at the delicate flesh with his tongue after he brutally bit it until a bruise blossomed from his machinations.

Azriel loved to mark her body with his bites. Loved how beneath the modest gowns she donned, she wore his claims like brands on her skin.

Boldly.

Proudly.

She loved being ravished by his mouth. Could settle on his lap or beneath him for hours as he let his teeth and tongue taste every inch of her body.

Nobody knew that under her clothes she was always peppered by a garden of black and blue and purple from him. Flowers upon her skin, some freshly bloomed while others had slowly begun to wilt away.

He smiled every time she undressed in front of him as he counted the bruises still visible upon her flesh.

Tonight was no different.

They were sequestered at the Townhouse, riding out a bad snow storm. Azriel had barely been able to arrive before the worst of it hit, kicking the front steps to dust snow off his boots before entering the warmth of the house.

Elain, as usual, was found in the kitchen, a spread of baked goods surrounding her on the marble counters. She smiled at him, a slash of brilliant white between pink lips. “You made it. I was afraid the storm might have kept you away,” she said, pulling a loaf of fresh baked bread from the oven.

Az leaned a hip on the doorway, brushing loose snowflakes from his thick hair. “Nothing could keep me away from here, beautiful. But it does look like we’ll be stuck here for a few days.”

A pretty blush dusted her cheeks at the endearment. “How awful,” she muttered, lips turning up at the corners. “Whatever will we do to pass the time?” Those dark eyes went molten under his heated stare.

He beckoned her with a crook of his finger, taking her hand when she approached and guiding them to the sitting room, Elain perching on his lap.

“I say,” he began, running his hands up and down her body, feeling the cotton fabric beneath his scarred fingers. “We take all the time in the world to enjoy the company of your bed.”

Elain’s body shuddered in response and she leaned forward slightly, providing him prime access to that perfect neck. “Why don’t you give me a little preview of what to anticipate?” she murmured, voice husky with need.

Twisting her hair around his fist for leverage, he brought his mouth to her skin. Felt her pulse flutter beneath his lips.

A soft kiss. One to just tease her a bit. Then another, this one more insistent. And another, until his teeth scraped over neck, sucking the flesh between them and biting.

Elain moaned, hands bracing themselves on his strong shoulders. Her hips wiggled on his lap, grazing his growing erection.

Fuck, she always felt so good. Tasted so sweet.

He released her neck, licking the hurt away before drawing the same spot back into his mouth. He’d work the same area over and over again into the night. Until he was sure it’d take at least a week for it to even begin fading.

Because Elain wearing his marks on her skin, on her neck…yeah, that was his obsession.

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I finally wrote something. 😭 This was just a quick phone fic, but I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve actually written something. Please lord, let this be my comeback. 🛐🙏

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"𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆."

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⁣⁣⁣⤞ art by @reirei-art

⤞ commissioned by krystal.k.m & me

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Happy Holidays from Ms. Elain Archeron and Mr. Azriel Night

This incredible commission was created for me by my wonderful Secret Santa @elainsweetcobalt

Thank you, thank you!

The art is by the insanely gifted @tessorange-art

Thank you both for this exceptionally gorgeous piece. Elriel against the London skyline is everything!

I hope that everyone loves and appreciates this piece as much as I do.

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The Bat Boys & The Archeron Sisters 🫶🏼

🎨 by eospaint on insta

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just two introverts being pals

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Azriel Week Day 4: Bat Boys

Drunk Confessions. 950 words

Azriel sits on the floor of Rhys’ office in the River manor, his head lolling back onto the plush seat of the sofa at his back. Burying his scarred fingers into the warm rug beneath him, he watches the flames as the fire crackles in the hearth.

Cassian stretches forward from his perch atop the couch where he lounges, long fingers reaching for the ornate decanter of amber liquid they’ve been sipping on all evening. Refilling his crystal tumbler and Azriel’s, he then hands it off to Rhys who is sprawled on the velvet armchair opposite them. His long legs are stretched out before him, and wings spill out across the floor; a show of utter ease for the High Lord.

“I still don’t know why we couldn’t go,” Cassian grumbles for what feels like the hundredth time that evening.

Continuar lendo

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© screencaps by @neverscreens, action by @peachcoloring

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#ElainWeek Day 4: 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟

❞𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏❜𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏❞.

➵ Art by @/seijousai on twitter 🩷

➵ Commissioned by me 🤗

Hello! I know that today is the Dreamer prompt, which isn't quite the theme of this shared piece, but this portrait is special as I've been saving it for almost a year. I thought it would be nice to share today and so I hope you like it a lot! 💜

➵ Character Elain Archeron belong to @therealsjmaas

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I want more elriel smut fics!! You've been faster and more creative guys!!

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Elriel month

Basically love y’all but there is not as many one shots as I thought so I am making my own bitches.

Also I’m like fashionably late like usual. This was supposed to be for elriel month but I’m lazy so ya

It was past midnight and Elain stood in front of her vanity, slipping on a dark cobalt cloak and fastening the pins in her hair. She gave a final look at her complexion and then proceeded to tiptoe down the stairs. The River house had seemed deserted after Rhys and Feyre passed out when nyx finally slept. Elain had started using the cover of night and her sister’s exhaustion to leave the estate.

There was no sound as Elain’s padded boots continued their movements across the marble floors. She opened the door and crept out into the garden.

Elain had been tending to bushes and flowers throughout Velaris constantly, but her favorite was hers at the River estate.

The moonstone lilies and cobalt roses with black dahlias and hydrangeas were spread out with other side varieties of flowers. She had spent a countless number of hours especially after the incident at solstice.

Gardening had always helped clear Elain’s mind, from her time when her mother was alive and the time they lived in that shack. Even when her sister had managed to obtain their wealth again Elain had times where she was in desperate need of the pruning and therapeutic routine of caring for her gardens.

It had especially helped bring her back to life when she had been turned fae. Elain would always see herself as a human but the experience still left her numb and empty. When Azriel had showed her the garden at the townhouse it had brought back a sense of familiarity she lost. A sense of comfort and routine. Elain had long learnt to use the rare stability in her life as a crutch. From when she was a child there was always conflict in their home between her parents or Nesta and Feyre. But the demure and pure illusion Elain had upheld needed an outlet which was often the hard work and dedicated schedule of her work in the gardens. The only guaranteed sameness in her life.

When the Shadowsinger sat with her in the small garden at those wrought iron tables it brought Elain a strange sense of warmth and peace, which she dutifully ignored. Azriel had been fawning after Mor for centuries apparently and she had probably just been starved for proper human interaction. But overtime Elain had developed a deep affection for the Shadowsinger, one way deeper than the friendship at the surface.

Elain walked along the stone pathway through the garden, careful to watch her surroundings for any sneaking eyes just as the twins had taught her.

Nuala and Cerridwen had also became a stability to Elain. She had found real friends that had cared for her and understood her. And that was a luxury no daughter of the prince of merchants had ever received.

So when Azriel, one of the only people she trusted and depended upon rejected her at solstice, to say she was hurt would be an understatement. It was only until after they had resolved things had her heart started to mend.

As Elain walked deeper into the garden and was under the cover of the tall oak trees had the shadows began to materialize into Azriel. They had been meeting like this for months after their first encounter since solstice which was when they had finally spoken of their affections for each other. Azriel had insisted on courting her in the normal human fashion even though he was fae but Elain had not argued.

Their rendezvous were a highlight of Elain’s week but what she didn’t know was that it was the same of Azriel’s.

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“Hello Love.” Azriel spoke as clear as midnight through the thick forest.

His shadows had sensed her presence in their spot and he had not hesitated to appear in the thick of trees.

Her golden hair had caught the moonlight and seemed to shine in the forest. There was a strand that had snagged in the clasp of her cloak.

Azriel had stepped forward and tucked the stray hair behind her ear, before kissing her deeply and softly. She made him want to sink to his knees and pray for just a look in his way. She was as beautiful as any gem. As rare as any break from missions he got from Rhys.

Elain gasped against his lips, shivering as he placed one hand on her hip and slid the other into her hair.

Her sweet does eyes looked up into his and she smiled and blushed slightly.

“I missed you” she said as her eyes darkened with lust.

Azriel had missed her too, he had been stuck at the House of Wind doing paperwork and Rhys had made sure to keep him so busy he could not see her.

The look on her face reminded him of every night he stroked himself until he had finally tired. This female made him insatiable, he was constantly craving her lips and the taste of her, or the feel of her tight cunt around his dick.

Azriel fought a growl at the direction of her thoughts and pulled Elain in for another kiss.

This time it wasn’t slow or sweet, it was desperate and claiming. He slid his tongue along her lips before she gave him entrance. He kissed her languidly with his tongue darting down her throat.

Azriel had always considered himself good at fucking females, but with Elain he seemed the novice and she the teacher.

Every single time he felt his lips against hers or felt himself coming up for air after he had kissed her senselessly he still felt as if it were the very first time. She felt like heaven and sin personified into one being. Her creamy silky skin, the feel of her curves pressed against the flat hard panes of his stomach. She had always fit like a glove, as if they were carved from the same slab of marble.

He seemed to get lost every single time he kissed her, forgetting every thing around them except for the feel of his tongue wrapped around hers and the growing erection feeding on that work of fire she created.

The smell of her arousal was almost as sweet as she tasted, and as it wafted around him Azriel groaned and pulled back.

Elain’s lips were swollen and red, her ragged breaths and hooded eyes had never made her look more angelic.

Azriel slipped off her cloak and leaned in close enough so that his breath fanned her face

“My love, how do you want me tonight?” He asked as Azriel bit the shell of her ear.

Elain’s shuddered against him and his length hardened more if that was even possible.

“I..I…want you-now” Elain asked breathlessly panting and brimming with need.

Azriel knew he was not going to last long once he entered her sweet tight pussy as he had been deprived of her for so long, so he was determined to tease her over the edge so that she would not last long either.

He placed his lips under her ear and nipped at the skin there. Sucking until he marked her as his and then his tongue lapped across her skin to heal the hurt.

“Yes but where love? Where do you need me?”

Azriel teased as he moved to suck on her pressure point. He could feel the brief gasp and the whimper she emit as he sucked and lapped his tongue against her creamy soft skin. Covering her entire neck with his love bites. As she continued to whimper and whine at every pass of his tongue she coaxed another growl from Azriel. So much so that he forgot he was teasing her and gripped her ass and pulled her flush against him.

“Yes…Az…please” Elain whimpered as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The tight dress rose to her stomach and her cobalt blue panties were visible.

His color on her, the subtle way of claiming which was the only way possible with Elain’s mate and Rhys, made him snarl so loudly he dug his fingernails further into her plump cheeks and his cock hardened to the point it was practically standing up.

At the feel of his dick pressed against her center Elain arched her back pressing her tits against his chest and exposing her neck further. Azriel took the opportunity and moved down to the spot where her neck met her collarbone, stopping to mark her there for a few second and then continuing down.

Elain gasped at the change of direction and curled one hand into his hair and pulled as Azriel looked at her with a purely male grin and tore through her chest. However, he stopped grinning at the sight of her matching bra which did absolutely nothing to conceal Elain’s peaked breasts.

At the feel of the chill night air against her skin Elain pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and bit it.

“Nobody bites your lips but me. Remember love, or do you need to be admonished?” Azriel growled and Elain answered with a whimper and keen nod, releasing her lip.

Azriel seemed to be pleased because he unfastened her bra and let it fall to the forest ground before lowering his head to her breasts.

He pulled one of the small mounds into his mouth and nipped at the top before soothing the hurt with his tongue and marking her breast as he placed his hand right on top of the other one and twisted and pulled. He continued with this process before turning his attention to the second one.

Elain was squirming under Az’s touch, moaning and whimpering as she ground herself against his dick.

“Az…” she groaned, the sound swallowed in the thickness of the clearing.

They had been reduced to meeting in her garden or Azriel’s apartment. Rarely risking seeing each other within the presence of Rhys.

Azriel would have taken Elain to Rosehall, after all he did want her to meet his mother, but Rhys knew about there.

If they had to meet in secret for the rest of his life, Azriel would still be lucky enough to call Elain his when he was with just her.

Elain moaned and shook Azriel out of his thoughts.

He continued to worship her chest before moving down her torso and trailing a path with his tongue.

Her skin tasted of honey and vanilla, but smelled of jasmine. Azriel leaned into her and breathed in her scent. It made him feel at home and safe, for the first time in as long as he could remember.

“I couldn’t wait to see you” Elain panted, chest moving up and down rapidly.

“Rhys has been talking about Lucien coming again, possibly with the band of exiles. Feyre has no clue of his scheming as far as I know. She has been so busy with nyx and the court. But she wants to have another dinner, with everyone there. Including you.” She bit out as he continued with his ministrations.

Hadn’t he avoided so many dinners once before? They had always been a family but why now? Why did it matter know?

Azriel couldn’t help worrying but as Elain’s brows knit together in worry he decided to appease her.

He would do anything to get her to smile, and he couldn’t bear to see the hurt on her face.

“Yes, fine. But only if you are there my darling El” he purred, tucking his head between her breasts.

To Be Contjnued

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“Never”, Rhys said from where he finished buckling on his own weapons against the side of the wagon. “I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.” Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.

I commissioned this from @mftfernandez on Instagram! I am SO in love with my art work and she really brought these characters to life!

Art by: @mftfernandez

Commissioned by me

Both on Instagram 🫶🏼

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Elaine & Azriel, from the ACOTAR series 🌹

I had such a great time painting this commission piece and discovering the characters, now I’m looking forward to read the books 🥰

Elaine & Azriel are characters from Sarah J Maas novel called “A Court of Thorns and Roses”

Art Commission / Please do not use/sell 🙏

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the Seer and the Spymaster

“𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆, 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕…𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒆, 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅.”

♡ 🎨 by @/chicca_art on insta ♡

♡ commissioned by me ♡

One of my favorite theories is that Azriel and Elain share a different sort of bond, whether that is as true mates or a carranam bond 🖤 the way that it was Azriel who figured out she was a Seer—the only one who truly listened to her and freed her from the murky realm she was in—makes me confident they share something very special, whatever that may end up being!

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꧁“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲.” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐳, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞,“꧂

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Art by the talented @luxury-banshee

Commissioned by me and @thecw-unicorn

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Firstly I want to thank banshee so much for how wonderful this came out, when I approached her with the idea she was so excited and working with her was a wonderful experience 🥹♥️ two this piece was inspired by my small one shot for elriel month “The Veil Between Life and Death” I love the idea of Elain getting Azriel back, a call back to their biggest moment in ACOWAR and how powerful their love is.

I also want to thank @purpleunicornc_ for being so wonderful and supportive helping me out with this commission 🥹😭

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Sabrina Carpenter X Taylor Swift

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Sabrina Carpenter X Taylor Swift