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azsazz · 6 months

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Keep Me Satisfied

Azriel x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Azriel has been very attentive during your first pregnancy, especially with keeping your heightened sex-drive satiated.

Warnings: Smut, pregnant reader

Word Count: 1,395

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“Az, we haven’t even had the first one yet,” you pant, arching up into him. You whimper in frustration, displeased that you can’t rub your pebbled nipples aching for friction against his warm chest. Your bump won’t allow it, the way it protrudes from your body.

“Don’t care,” Azriel responds roughly. He can read you better than anyone, his calloused hands gravitating to your breasts to pinch and play with your nipples. You let your head fall back in bliss, writhing and keening from his touch. They’re tender, but the pain he’s pulling is fuelled by his cock driving into you, and it is arousing more than it hurts. You can feel your cunt clenching around his cock, slick with your juices. Azriel hisses softly in response. “Going to fuck so many into you, love. A whole litter, I promise.”

Your mate tends to get a little distracted as of late while he’s attempting to fuck a second child into you, hands sliding from your swollen breasts lower, caressing the curve of your bump. Azriel can feel his throat tightening a little as he runs his fingers gently over your skin before placing his palms against either side of your bump. His child is in there, all wrapped up in your warmth and already so loved by both of his parents.

You look utterly ethereal like this, splayed out before him, hair strewn across the pillows and glowing with pregnancy. The way you’re staring up at him now, placing your hands gently atop his is a memory he will cherish forever. Maybe he will have Feyre paint this exact image, minus your naked body, as a gift for you when the babe comes, both of your hands holding your stomach.

Azriel especially loves the look of frustration on your face while he’s fucking into you and you can’t do a thing but lie there and take it. He can see how badly you want to sit up and grab at him, pull him flush to your body, but your bump not only keeps you lying pliant for him to do as he pleases, but it makes you that much more desperate for him, tears brimming your eyes and nails raking harsher into his skin.

Your heart soars at his words, at how loving and helpful he’s been through this entire process. Azriel had been terrified at first, when you told him you were pregnant, but elated nonetheless. There had been many conversations about your health and his worry about the babe having wings. After what Feyre had been through with Nyx, Azriel had nearly gone off the deep end with worry, no matter the fact that your family has distant traces of Illyrian and Madja said you should be fine during the birth.

It didn’t stop Azriel from doting on you. You adore seeing him like this, so openly loving and fiercely protective of his unborn child already. He never strayed too far, a hand caressing your bump protectively. He all but gave up his position as Spymaster, not wanting to be too far from you in case anything happened. The only reassurance that kept him working was when you offered to stay with Rhys and Feyre, who have a plethora of nursemaids on standby at all times, the worry-warts that they are.

The fact that Azriel wants this, wants not only one child but a litter as he so eloquently put it in his sexual haze, fills you with so much love it has those pesky tears spill from your eyes.

Azriel’s rhythm slows and you cry out, displeased he’s slowing down when you’d nearly been on the edge with his unfiltered admissions that have your cunt wetter than your tears. Creases form between his brows and his molten gaze goes a touch softer, fingers twitching on your bump as protectiveness kicks in. “My love, why are you crying?”

He reaches up to wipe a tear away, his fingers stroking soothing circles into your cheek. You press your face further into his palm, enjoying his warmth.

Azriel curves his body around yours, avoiding pressing into your bump. He kisses the tears on your cheeks away, his lips gentle and loving. He’s holding you close, slowly drawing his cock out before pressing back in again, his movements soft and sensual.

“It’s nothing,” you smile, but your lip wobbles and Azriel pouts. Your fingers find his face, tracing over scars and his features, before you’re brushing some of his hair off of his forehead. It’s damp, from the effort of holding himself back you have no idea, but you lock your legs around his waist and drive him deeper into you, becoming desperate for his cock. “How many kids do you want?”

Your sex drive has been through the roof throughout your pregnancy, always needing Azriel to fuck you whether it’s the middle of a dinner with the Inner Circle, when you wake up in the middle of the night with an ache between your legs only your mate can satiate, especially when you see him in the training ring, shirtless and sweaty and glowing under the golden sun.

His hips jolt at your question, driving deeper. You moan languidly, head pressing back into the pillows and he takes advantage of your pleasure, dipping down to suck bruises into the creamy skin of your throat. This is what’s gotten you all worked up? The thought of your family growing? The slip of his inner mind as he’d thought of you pregnant with a third or fourth child.

“I want as many as you’ll give me,” he whispers into your skin. The noise you make in response has him picking up pace, wrapping his arms around your body to hold you close as he fucks into you, stomach coiling with emotion and the building of his orgasm. “How many are you willing to give me, love?”

His voice is a touch more ragged, a desperate demand for your body with the way Azriel clings to you. You’re craving him just as much though, rolling your hips to meet his. You share a rough kiss, movements no longer soft, but heightened with arousal and the need to cling to each other.

“As many as you’ll put in me,” you gasp against his mouth. Azriel growls, the deep reverberations rattling your bones. It startles the babe in your stomach, who kicks out, but Azriel only laughs, nipping harshly at your bottom lip.

“That’s my boy.”

“Fuck,” you moan, sliding your fingers into the darkness of his hair. He’s going to make the most wonderful father to your child and any that come after that, you have no doubt. Azriel’s fingers slide around your bump, slipping easily into the wetness between your folds, his touch godly against your swollen clit. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

“That’s it baby,” Azriel demands, rubbing your clit faster. Your body shakes with orgasm beneath him as he rips it from your body. “Milk my cock just like that,” he encourages, pistoning his hips faster. He’s chasing that high, nearly cresting over the edge with it. “As much as I love seeing you filled with my cum, it’s so much better seeing you full with my child.”

You cum with a sound that rattles the windows, clinging to your mate as if trying to absorb his body into yours. His wings fold around you like a cocoon of darkness. He wouldn’t share this moment with anyone in the world. This is for you and him, and the unborn child in your stomach.

Azriel’s slipping off the edge right after you, holding you just as tight. The muscles of his abdomen tremble with the effort to keep himself from pressing fully into you. He’ll sidle right up to your side, fuck you from behind later because he knows that this is the beginning of one of the many nights your pregnant desires won’t be satiated. He’s looking forward to drawing each and every orgasm he can from you, and has a running tally in his head of how many times he can make you cum in one night the further your pregnancy goes along. He’ll try and outdo himself during your next one, because there is no way he’s only stopping at one child. He will give you anything you and your children please, the world and more.

#azsazz #azriel x reader #azriel #pregnant!reader #daddy!az #acotar #acomaf #acowar #azriel/reader

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drinkingcoffee-inthedark · 1 year

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disobeying orders

❗️🔞⚠️ smut, minors dni ⚠️ 🔞❗️

azriel x reader

word count: 1029

okay but imagine being one of az’s spies and going against his orders and putting yourself in danger. he’d be so mad. and once he made sure you were okay, he’d have to punish you for disobeying him.

he’d take you back to the camp you two had set up in the forest and bring you into his tent. he would get you on the ground and straddle your hips.

azriel would pin both of your hands above your head with one of his, and he’d wrap his other hand around your throat with just enough pressure to make you wet.

“don’t you dare go against my orders again,” he’d growl in your ear. the sensation would send a shiver up your spine. “do you understand me?” his hazel eyes would be filled with a mix of rage and lust.

“y-yes, sir,” you’d say, looking into his eyes. he’d dig his hips into yours roughly, making you yelp.

“good girl. remember who’s in charge here.” he would smirk as you tried to buck your hips up into his, needing the him to ease the pressure between your legs.

“you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you? did you pull that stunt just so i’d punish you?” you’d shake your head. you didn’t mean to go against him. you just wanted to do what you thought was best. the punishment was just an added bonus.

he’d just chuckle darkly, clearly not believing you. he would release his grip on your throat and wrists and make quick work of removing your leathers, then his own. leaving you under him in just your bra and panties, and him in just his boxers.

azriel would kiss your neck, then nip at it, leaving little marks all over. you would groan at the particularly rough bites, squirming under him for some relief from the heat pooling in your core. you would feel his own arousal pressing against your body, making you moan softly. he would make his way down your chest before finally removing your bra.

he would need to take a minute to stop and let his eyes roam you body. “so beautiful,” he’d breathe softly before kissing your breasts. his skillful mouth would work over your nipples, sucking and biting softly just the way you like. you would moan loudly, causing him to put one of his large, scarred hands over your mouth.

“do you want everyone to hear what a little slut you are for me?” he’s hiss. cassian and rhys had their separate tents around your own.

you would look at him wide eyed and shake your head. you had a reputation to uphold and you didn’t want anyone to see what a writhing mess you became at the shadowsinger’s touch.

azriel would smirk at you before making his way down your body and ripping your panties off. he wouldn’t even give you the chance to react before kissing your clit softly, making you arch your back desperately needing more contact. az would hold your hips down and completely devour you.

the spymaster would have to cloud you both with his shadows to muffle the sounds, knowing that the threat of people hearing you couldn’t stop the noises falling from your lips.

he’d add one finger, then two, then three inside you while his mouth went to work on your clit. he’d smirk against your sensitive skin as you clamped your thighs around his head and ground your hips down, fucking yourself on his fingers. azriel would curl his fingers just right and it would have you reeling. he wouldn’t let up until you came hard, chanting his name like a prayer.

he was so good with his mouth and his hands, but you would need more. need him inside you.

“please” you’d beg, “i need you to fuck me.”

the shadowsinger would look up at you with glazed, hungry eyes, his mouth still wet with your release. “get on your hands and knees. i’m going to fuck you like the slut you are. i’m going to give you just what you deserve.” and you’d scramble to climb on your hands and knees like he said. you would open your legs and offer yourself to him. and he’d take it.

he’d enter you slowly- he’s big. he doesn’t want to really hurt you. you would would cry out with him completely inside you, stretching and filling you to the brim. teetering the line between pain and pleasure. “az,” you’d moan his name softly, “please move, i need it.” you would tell him when you were adjusted to his size. that would be all the encouragement he would need.

he would fuck you rough and hard, the force making you brace yourself with your hands and grit your teeth. his thrusts would be fast and brutal making you moan his name loudly.

azriel would grab your hair and pull your head back towards him so he could growl in your ear, “you take it so well, pretty baby. you look so good when i’m inside you.”

you’d cry out and slam your hips back against him, nearly sobbing at the sensations, “you fuck me so good, az! so good, so fucking good!”

he would snake his hand around you and rub your clit and you would come completely undone. you’d come hard, screaming his name. hearing his name from your lips as your pussy clenched around him would send him over the edge. he’d grit his teeth and come with a growl, filling you up. the spymaster would let you catch your breath before pulling out of you, making you groan softly.

azriel would clean you up, then help you into his cot, where he’d lay down at your side. he would pull you into his arms and wrap his wings around both of you.

“i’m sorry,” you’d whisper into the darkness, “i shouldn’t have gone against your orders. he’d look at you with his hazel eyes going soft, looking at you with such adoration. so much love.

“don’t do it again. please. i can’t lose you.”

you’d nod and he’d press a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling him even closer.

#well that was something #daddy az has me feeling FERAL #smut #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel spymaster #azriel shadowsinger #ACOTAR #azriel x reader #acotar x you #azriel smut #azriel x reader smut #azriel x female!reader #🥵#this is unhinged #sorry #not sorry

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martwypiesek · 3 months

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kochanie doskonale wiem że ci ciężko ale jedzenie nie jest tego warte

uwierz mi chudość smakuje dużo lepiej 🩷

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theostrophywife · 2 years

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hi! how are you? i was wondering if you could write an azriel x fem reader where their both a part of the inner circle and married and while playing with baby Nyx, the inner circle gang are teasing azriel and reader when their gonna have kids?

baby fever.

author's note: pain. all i know is pain because imagine az with a baby. please enjoy this drabble because i'd die for soft!daddy az.

Your baby fever has reached its absolute peak.

You couldn’t help it. Seeing your mate carrying Nyx in his arms triggered some primal, innate need in you. Azriel was so soft and gentle, carefully cradling the tiny Illyrian with a fond smile on his face. He saw you watching him and broke out into a grin.

“Do you want to hold him, my love?”

“No, I’d much rather watch you do this all night.” You peered into the bundle of blankets, pinching Nyx’s adorable cherub like cheeks. He cooed softly, wrapping his entire fist around your pointer finger. “Plus, I think he prefers his uncle Az more than any of us anyways. Isn’t that right, Nyxie?”

The adorable baby boy babbled in confirmation, reaching out to Azriel’s shadows. They hovered protectively over Nyx like a veil of armor. You hung back, watching with nothing but pure adoration as your mate hummed a soft lullaby. The image tugged at all of your heartstrings and you couldn’t help but wonder what Azriel would be like with your own children.

There was not a single doubt in your mind that Azriel would be a great father. When he loved, he put his entire heart into it. Azriel was kind, gentle, thoughtful, and extremely patient. You experienced firsthand what it was like to be loved by him and every day he made sure you knew how much he adored and appreciated you. The care and nurture Azriel displayed would surely be heightened once he became a dad.

“Look at you two. You’re adorable,” Cassian states as he watched from the velvet sofa.

Mor nods in agreement, swirling a wine glass in her hand. “I can’t wait until you two have kids. I’m going to spoil my future godchildren so damn much.”

You chuckled. “Godchildren, as in plural? Do Az and I get a say in this or did you already have a plan mapped out for us?”

Rhysand groaned, pulling Feyre into his lap. “These two have already predicted that you'd have a boy and a girl. A year apart, so that your son can look after your daughter.”

Azriel shook his head, smiling. “I’m surprised you lot haven’t taken it upon yourselves to name them.”

The High Lord grinned. “Oh rest assured, brother. I know you two will make the right choice and grant my nephew the best name in the realm. Little Rhysand will thank me later.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Not a chance in hell, Rhys.”

Cassian nodded in agreement. “They’re obviously holding out for a little Cassian.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, setting her book down. “You two are delusional. They’re not naming their kids after you.”

Feyre stands, taking her dozing son from Azriel’s arms. “When you do decide to start a family, I’m sure you two will make great parents. You and Az already look after Nyx so much and he adores the both of you.” She pauses, winking. “Just don’t wait too long because my son would love to have a playmate soon.”

Azriel tucks you into his side, kissing the top of your head. “I’m ready whenever she is.”

You beam, flushing at the declaration. Words couldn’t express how ready you were to start a family with your mate.

The moonlight streams through your bedroom window, bathing Azriel in an ethereal light as he turns over to face you. This was always your favorite part of the night, discussing the day’s events with your mate and winding down with his arms wrapped around you.

“Az?” you ask shyly, propping your head up on the pillow.

Azriel mirrors the movement. “Yes, my love?”

“Did you mean what you said earlier? About being ready to start a family?”

The way Azriel’s expression brightened made your heart leap in your chest. Even after being mated all these years, you could never get used to how beautiful he was. Azriel has always been breathtaking, but the excitement in his eyes as he looked at you now was absolutely exquisite.

After you’d gotten home from the River House, you couldn’t stop thinking about children, more specifically, Azriel’s children. The thought of bringing a new life into this world with your mate filled you with so much joy. You couldn’t help but imagine two tiny little Illyrians running around with your hair and Azriel’s eyes. A son and a daughter, just like your friends said. The more you thought about it, the more your heart ached to make it into reality. With peace finally settling over Velaris, you couldn’t think of a single reason to wait any longer.

“I did,” Azriel whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s your choice, my love but I would love nothing more than to start a family with you.”

“I think I’m ready, Az.”

Your mate went so still that you weren’t even sure if he was still breathing. His fingers caressed your cheek, his features heavy with emotion. “Do you really mean it?”

You beamed. “I do, Az. I want to have your children. I want to watch you chase our son around and take him flying. I want to teach our daughter how to handle a needle and a sword. I want to fill our home with screaming, rambunctious little versions of you that I’d love with all my heart. Most of all, I really, really want to make you a father.”

Azriel takes your face in his hands, kissing you with fervent passion. You grin against his mouth as he places soft and tender kisses on your lips, nose, cheeks and every surface of your skin that he could reach.

“I want to make you into a mother,” Azriel says as he kisses your forehead. You giggle as he flips you on your back, pinning you underneath him. “Can we start tonight?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. “I thought you’d never ask, my love.”

#i am crying into my soup #soft and tender daddy az makes me want to scream into the void #azriel #azriel fluff #azriel drabble #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fic #masterlist #jess writes

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the-cielorosso · 2 months

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Sevilmeden büyüyen babanın sevilmeden büyüyen kızıyım.

#tuzlugreyfurt #bokmutluyuzaqq #edebiyat #solukmavipapatya #siyah kadar yalniz #sarhosadam #geceye not #geceyedair #daddy’s babygirl #sevgi #yalnızlık #az insan çok huzur #anlaşılmak #kırık kalpler #postlarım

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yaburnae · 12 days

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thinking about i.llyrian wings and how they’re considered so sacred. they have their wings burned ceremonially when they die. they’re highly personal to the point where even injuries to them require explicit consent when needing repair and healing, typically needing specialized healers to do so which are few and far between. they’re also considered erogenous zones and touching outside of a medical setting is extremely intimate and not really done by anyone other than a romantic/sexual partner(s). they’re an entire part of your identity.

#which just! makes the treatment! of the women! even worse!!!!!!#anyway i’m thinking about mister shadow daddy and his big ass fucking wings this morning #mister wing span…….#also thinking about his mama. need to give her a name but. soft lady #az is her entire world and she’s his i will start weeping

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cpeersmann · 1 year

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Daddy AZ!!!! I’m such a simp.

Art by: @victoria.melya in on Insta

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shadow-gf · 1 month

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These are my favorite “this is him” artworks for our shadowsinger — so hot!!

by @artworks_by_rokii 🎨 (we know and love)

#azriel #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #azriel shadowsinger #daddy az #azriel is so fine it hurts

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psychosis-on-drugs · 1 day

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"Nie bądź smutna myszo"🫶

#będę perfekcyjna #będę piękna #uczucia #toxic love #toxic relationship #az do kosci #nienawidze siebie #daddy issues #kocham go #za gruba #kochaj mnie #kocham cię #nienawidzę ludzi #mam dość #miłość #na zawsze #boję się #vent

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letstrytoohard · 6 months

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Gwyn lets herself into Azriel's home in an attempt to bribe him into being part of a group costume but finds Az wearing a Ghostface mask, in full thirst trap mode.

This is my first attempt at writing an actual smut scene so if it's terrible, just don't tell me.

#he isn't actually a murderer #and he only wears the mask for like three paragraphs #bc I can't stand to see his hazel eyes covered #how can they darken with lust if you can't even see them #gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #smut #acotar #dom daddy az #praise kink? absolutely

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azsazz · 4 months

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A Snowy Starfall

Daddy!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Batbabies waging their OWN snowball fight imitating their dad & uncles. Some take it too seriously, others don't take it seriously at all, it's pure chaos that ends in cocoa.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,003

Notes: Happy Holidays my loves 💙

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“Come on, you three,” you tut towards your mate and his friends. They’re standing before the large glass windows overlooking your backyard. The sun casts deep oranges and reds across the snow-ridden land, your children shrieking as they play in the snow. A valiant snowball fight is running its course, and Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand stand, faces pressed to the windows as they watch, quietly cheering their children on. “They’re going to notice you staring.”

“Maybe they already have,” Feyre adds from her spot at your kitchen counter. She’s concentrating intently on decorating a cookie, adding swirls of black icing to the gingerbread woman’s hand, creeping up her extended arm. The cookie’s dress is provocative, bare dough legs showing between slats of laced icing. She hardly glances up as she continues, “They’re probably imitating them as we speak.”

Curious, you peek out the window, too. Indeed, Wren and Baz have built a fortress in the snow to protect themselves from the onslaught of snowballs being thrown their way. Gideon and Nyx have joined forces against the two brothers, the latter packing the fluffy snow into tight, white balls, while Gideon launches their ammo towards your sons.

Your eldest daughter, Zuzu, and Nyx’s younger sister, Asteria, had joined the competition early on. They’d been a formidable team too, but grew bored of their brothers and cousin who were taking the snowball fight a little too seriously. Now, they are in the snow with little Castor, who had cried until she’d been let outside by her protective father, bundled up in so many clothes her wings nearly disappeared into the fabric. The girls are making snow angels, though Castor’s looks very much like a circle on the lawn.

Dark streaks dart behind the wall your sons have built and you frown, watching as Baz’s shadows help roll clumps of snow closer, creating perfectly circular snowballs. From what you’d heard from your husband’s friends, using shadows was against any and all snowball fight rules.

You cut Azriel a glance but he’s conveniently occupied, watching the game outside.

“Well, at least they’re both on the same team,” you comment to your mate, who refuses to let his gaze stray from the little boys. Good, he can watch them while he does the dishes then, since there’s a window above the sink. You pat him on the ass, nodding towards the mess of dishes in the sink. He nods in response, loping quickly over to peer out the window again. “So they’ll either both lose or both win.”

“They’ll both win,” Az responds immediately, a quick but pointed look your way. “They do take after me.”

Cassian scoffs behind you and you turn to see a scowling Nesta shooting him a look as he tries to steal a cookie. Jax giggles in her lap at his uncle's antics, but when Cassian hands him part of the cookie and its head falls off, Jax’s smile wobbles. He’s not outside due to the nature of his powers. As an empath, sensing the competitive nature of his siblings and the sting of a snowball to the face, it had been in his best interest to be inside around the luscious scents of cookies and warmth, instead of out in the bitter snow.

Nesta coos, bouncing him, and Cassian is thankful for the distraction, slipping further down the counter to where the High Lord sits, trying—and failing—to gain his mate's attention. The commander slips an arm around Rhys’ shoulders and glares at the back of Azriel’s head, continuing his complaining. “The only reason you’ve won so many is because of those damn shadows, Az.”

Azriel throws over his shoulder, wincing as Baz takes a snowball to the face, his face going red with fury. “How was I supposed to know they were unaffected by the magic restrictions?” he claims, sending said shadows out into the yard once he sees Baz’s slipping through the snow, headed for the icicles hanging off the railings of the porch. His intercept his sons in a display of authority, spearing them into blackened mist. Baz glances up to the window, locking eyes with his father, who wears a look of warning on his face, brow raised. Azriel watches his son visibly huff and take his anger out on the snow, building a ball and launching it across the playing field in frustration.

His gaze cuts across the yard, narrowing his eyes. Gideon and Nyx are crouched low behind their own pile of snow, looking like they’re scheming. He wants to trail his shadows in their direction, listen in on their conversation, but he’s alerted to Malos’ whines from the other room. If one of his youngest is awake, they either both are, or will be soon.

“Malos is up,” Az tells you softly, shutting off the water to the sink. He wipes his hands on a towel and kisses you gently on the cheek. You’re mixing color into icing for the cookies, getting ready for when it’s too dark out for the children to play. They’ll get all cleaned up and have some hot chocolate to warm their bellies, and you, Feyre, and Nesta have baked cookies for all of the children to decorate. “I’ll get them.”

“I’ll join,” Cassian answers, stealing another cookie off of a platter. He dunks it into your icing to the neck, the cookie dripping with sugary goodness as he lifts it to his mouth, shoving it inside. He ducks under your glare. “Gotta go get my baby.”

Cassian and Nesta’s youngest daughter, Sif, had been put down for a nap with both Knox and Malos. She’s still a little too young to be outside without supervision, and the eldest children of the Inner Circle demanded time outside without their parents, probably because they knew their fathers would try and take over their snowball fight had they been outside. They didn’t want any tips or tricks, not even your children, even with Azriel’s hundred of wins beneath his belt.

Jax climbs from Nesta’s lap over Rhys who lets out a harsh exhale when his knee lands a little too close to his private area, and then over to Feyre, who finally sets her cookie down to scoop your middle son in her arms.

“Pretty,” Jax comments, pointing at her decorative cookie. It looks just like her, and there’s one next to it that looks a little like Rhysand. Purple dots for eyes stare up at him. “Uncle Rhysie?”

“Good job, Jax,” Feyre coos, pressing kisses to his cheeks. They pink with a blush and he settles into her arms, looking utterly at bliss. He revels in the warmth of her emotions, the pride surging through her. It feels like warm bubbles in his chest, and he noses at her collar.

“Look who’s ready to party,” Azriel announces, entering the room, arms full with your two youngest children, Malos and Knox. Knox still looks a little sleepy, head resting against Azriel’s shoulder, cuddling into his warmth. His tiny wings are droopy with sleep, and his twin sister, Malos, is already reaching for the cookies.

Nesta is quick to scoop her away from Azriel. She claims not to have a favorite niece, but Malos and her have an understanding. You see more of Nesta in Malos’ personality than any of the children of the Inner Circle, and you’re extremely happy that they have such a close connection.

“Hi baby,” you greet Knox, who is signing mommy to you. You ease him out of Azriel’s arms, who promptly returns to his position in front of the window, pressing exaggerated kisses to his chubby cheeks. It makes him smile wide, flaring those wings that he hasn’t quite figured out how to control. “Are you ready for some yummy cookies?”

His dark eyes light with excitement. Of course your children are ready for sweets, they always are. They picked that up from Azriel, who has the biggest sweet tooth you’ve ever seen.

Cassian reenters the room with his daughter in his arms and Rhys pouts. Almost everyone in the room is preoccupied with a child in their arms, except for him. Maybe he can convince Feyre to have one more. The youngest children in the family are two now and he misses having a tiny babe around.

By the heated look in her eyes, his mate seems to be considering the same, sneaking past those shadowy walls in his mind to catch a glimpse of his thoughts. The High Lord smirks. He sends her over some imagery to go with his thoughts, and her cheeks go red. That hot look turns into one of warning, and she’s speaking out loud now, “Why don’t you call the children inside so they can get warmed up and decorate some cookies?”

“Of course, darling,” Rhys sweeps from his seat in a wisp of darkness.

Breaking a cookie in half, you give part of it to Knox, who signs thank you, munching on the sweet. The other half is passed to Malos as you head towards where your mate is finishing up the dishes, leaning against him for a moment, reveling in all of your family happily together.

“I love you,” Azriel murmurs into your hair, leaning over to sneak a bite of Knox’s cookie. Your son stares up at his father with wide eyes, and like this, he looks just like Az. It makes your heart warm, and Jax squeals in happiness in response, your happiness radiating to him. It makes your grin wider, peeking over your shoulder to see him so content in his aunt's arms.

“I love you too, Az,” you whisper back to him, resting your forehead against his.

It’s a nice moment, until the children from outside are wrangled through the door by Rhys. The boys are arguing about who has won their snowball fight, while the girls are peeling away their winter gear, excited to decorate cookies with icing and sprinkles and the edible petals Elain had given you before her trip to the Summer Court with Lucien.

“Now, now, boys,” Rhys starts, but the diplomatic tone he’s using does nothing to deter the cousins from arguing. “I’m sure we can come to a consensus without yelling and acquiescing.”

“But Baz used his shadows,” Nyx complains, wringing his gloves between his hands in frustration. “We all saw it.”

“Nyxie, don’t be mean to Baz,” Wren counters, brows furrowed. He doesn’t like it when his family argues, especially over trivial things. His heart is so kind. “You can win the snowball fight if you want, but Baz and I are gonna win the cookie decorating contest, right Bazzy?”

“No,” Baz says flatly, dropping his gear onto the floor. You give him a look but he almost seems un-bothered by it, done with the debate his cousins are currently having. “We won the snowball fight and we’re going to win the cookie decorating contest.”

You share a look with your mate, watching the scene unfold. Baz is quite the Stubborn Suriel, no matter what it comes to.

“Dad,” Nyx groans, “Can’t you do something?”

Cassian is the one who comes to the rescue, Castor reaching up at him for her sister. He helps the little one down and the older one with her undressing, peeling her thermals off layer by layer. “It’s not about who won, right boys? It’s about spending time and having fun with the ones you love.”

Feyre, Nesta, and yourself awe at his words, but Azriel and Rhysand are rolling their eyes and muttering under their breath at Cassian’s cheesy words.

“What a kiss ass.”

“Smug fucker.”

“Azriel,” you hiss, turning your body away from him, like that will hide Knox from his vulgar words. “Language.”

He winces, “Sorry love.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now, bouncing Knox in your arms a little as you turn fully from your mate. You poke Knox’s belly playfully before addressing the rest of the room. “How about those cookies, then? They won’t decorate themselves!”

#daddy!az #daddy!azriel #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel/reader

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thehighladywrites · 4 months

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ugh never fucking mind i’m posting sugar daddy azriel instead. the baby daddy rhys one isn’t my finest work tbh and i’m a little disappointed in myself. So while i make it better, i’ll post az right now 💞😵‍💫

here it is💗

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acotardiaries · 2 years

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Azriel

#acotar #acomaf #acofas #acosf #sarah j maas #daddy Az #he needs his happy ending #if anyone hurts Az I swear to god #azriel supremacy #azriel appreciation #tag the artist if u know it #azriel fanart

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martwypiesek · 3 months

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what i ate today

limit:600kcal

zjedzone:268kcal (tuńczyka nie zrobiłam zdj)

wiem ze jest 17 ale to tyle jedzenia na dzis będę jeszcze ćwiczyć bo ostatnio to polubiłam 🐷

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tswaney17 · 1 year

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Daddy's Snowball

This might be the cheesiest of cheesy fluff that it's almost cringeworthy. 😅 My one Christmas fic turned into an AU (honestly, who's even surprised?) so there will be three, possibly four parts to this that I'll be posting throughout the month. This first part, basically Az being a simp for his wife and son. Enjoy, and happy holiday's! 💙

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Trigger warnings: tooth-decaying fluff.

Word Count: 1,820

Azriel had his hands, elbow-deep in the sink as he finished washing the dishes from their breakfast. Elain had made a brioche French toast that was unbelievably delicious—though everything she made was always wonderful.

His wife was currently cleaning the syrupy mess that was their son. By the time he finished eating, Azriel was pretty sure more of the sugar glue had ended up on his face and hands than in his mouth. He smiled to himself at the image.

Sunday was always his favorite day of the week. Because, on Sunday, he, Elain, and Kaden sat down for breakfast and then spent the rest of the day together. Sometimes they planned little day trips. Others, they spent lounging around the house just playing with their son. Kaden had quickly caught on to their Sunday rituals and started voicing his own suggestions for what they should do. Going to the zoo, watching a movie, or spending the afternoon at the park were just a few of his many ideas.

He was finishing up wiping off the counter when a little hand tugged at his pant leg.

“Daddy,” Kaden looked up at him with those large, pleading eyes that had his heart melting in his chest. “Can we go outside to pway in the snow?”

A smile took over his face. “Of course. But we need to get our snow gear on.” He dropped the towel on the counter and held his hand out for him. “Come on, let’s go get changed.”

Small, tanned fingers grabbed his ring finger and pinky as they walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. Azriel grabbed all of Kaden’s winter clothing, his snow pants, and a sweater, helping him change. “Your jacket is by the door and so are your boots. I’ll meet you down there.”

“Tank you, daddy!” he called, racing from his bedroom.

Az chuckled, shaking his head at the hyperactivity his son was now displaying from his sugary breakfast. Quickly pulling on his rain pants over his jeans and thick socks, he met Kaden at the back door where Elain was zipping up his jacket.

“Don’t forget your gloves,” she told their son, helping him stuff his hands into snow gloves. “And a hat,” Elain added with a giggle, flopping a blue beanie on top of his rogue curls.

She turned, eyes beaming. “You too,” she said and tugged a beanie over Azriel’s head.

He leaned forward for a quick kiss as their son slid open the door and plunged into the snow. “Can I convince you to join us?”

“Oh, no. It’s much too cold for me. Plus, this is good to spend time with him alone. I’ll make some hot chocolate for you guys and come get you in about an hour.”

Azriel pecked her soft, pink lips again. “You’re too good to me.”

Elain’s fingers slipped into the hair at his nape, holding him there for a few more seconds.

He would’ve stayed rooted to the spot in the open doorway, kissing his fucking amazing, beautiful wife, had a high pitched, “Daddy!” not beckoned him to the frozen wasteland they called their backyard. Elain’s gardens flourished the rest of the year, but very little could thrive in Velaris’s harsh winters.

“Coming, buddy!” he called out, closing the door behind him as he trudged out in the nearly two-foot-deep white blanket that covered their yard.

It was cold enough that Kaden didn’t sink too far in, the underneath layer frozen. But Az’s heavy, muscular body sent his steps nearly to the ground. He snatched his son around the waist, tossing him in the air and catching him under his arms.

Kaden squealed, falling into him as they both landed in the snow, the little one on his chest. The happy giggles coming from his son’s lips were one of his favorite sounds, ones he collected like precious stones to store and take out when he was having a bad day.

“Can you do a snow angel, Kaden?” he asked, lying him down on his back.

Those hazel and green eyes looked up at him in such wonderment. Azriel sometimes forgot how innocent children were until Kaden came into his and Elain’s lives. They were his providers, his caregivers, his everything. It gave him whiplash how much their lives had changed since his adoption.

“Okay,” he started, positioning his limbs. “Be a starfish.” He followed his orders, his limbs forming a spread eagle. “Now slide your arms up and down.”

Kaden’s arms shuffled, pushing the snow around.

“And your legs,” he guided gripping the tip of his boots to direct him into the proper motion. “All right, up we go.” Az grabbed him and hauled him into his arms. “Look at your snow angel, buddy!”

Those eyes widened in child-like astonishment. “Now you, daddy!”

Setting Kaden down on the ground, Azriel flopped back into the snow, swishing his limbs to create his angel right next to his son’s. White powder dusted his dark hair, collected at the collar of his jacket, but he didn’t care. Not when it produced the precious, toothy grin on his son’s face.

“You’re so big,” Kaden stated, pointing at his snow angel once he climbed back to his feet. “Will I get big like you, daddy?”

He ruffled dark hair under his beanie. His soul softened every time Kaden called him that name—it had taken a while for him to grow comfortable with it.

At one point in his life, Azriel believed he’d never be worthy of a wife, of children. And then Elain came along and turned every doubt, every insecurity, into something he fought to concur. His demons, his past, they couldn’t touch him because of her love, her undying affection. He adored her for it.

“One day, you’ll be as big and strong as me,” Az promised, cradling the back of his head, and letting his thumb swoop in his loose curls. He could see it, with Kaden copying a lot of what he did. Elain had probably two hundred photos and videos on her phone, catching him grabbing more meat and veggies after Azriel did, trying to mimic him doing pushups when he worked out at home, sitting at his desk scribbling on paper pretending to work with him, tinkering in his shed with him. It was, undoubtedly, the cutest thing.

Those sweet eyes lit up at his words. A few weeks ago, Kaden announced he wanted to be “just like daddy,” and Azriel would be lying if he said that proclamation had him both puffing up his chest in pride and wanting to sob at the same time. It also had him stepping up his game to be an even better role model for his son.

They rolled around in the snow, tossing handfuls of it up into the air and letting it rain down on them, when he asked, “Kaden, do you want me to show you how to make a snowball?”

“Yes! Show me, daddy!” he cheered, running to plop himself on the ground next to Azriel’s hip.

He grabbed a handful of snow, forming and shaping it into a perfect sphere, explaining to Kaden how to pack it and smooth out the edges. Over his many years of snowball fights with his brothers, he learned quickly how to create the perfect ball.

His son watched him attentively, trying to copy his movements. “Like this, daddy?” he asked, presenting Azriel with a misshapen white blob of snow.

Az had to hold in his chuckle, knowing that as soon as Kaden threw it, the ball would disintegrate in midair. “Very good, buddy. Would you like me to help you make one of daddy’s snowballs?”

He nodded his head enthusiastically.

Digging into the ground, he told him, “First off, you want to get the right kind of snow. The top layer is typically too soft to hold together, so go down a little bit and get some of the firmer snow underneath.” He helped Kaden dig down, collecting a handful of snow in his small, gloved palms.

“Next, we want to pack it together.” Folding his hands over his sons, he helped him tighten the snow into a firm ball. “And then, shape it so it’s round.” He dusted off some of the rougher edges until it was smooth. “And there we go, a perfect snowball.”

Az lifted Kaden to his feet, aiming him for one of the close trees. “Try and hit the trunk.”

He threw the snowball with all his might, the frozen thing missing the tree by a good three feet. Az laughed. “Good try, bud. Here, let’s make more and try it again.”

Sitting on the ground, not caring that his ass was currently frozen, he made snowball after snowball for his son who took every single one in an attempt to hit the tree trunk.

Finally, after thirty balls or so, he did, the bark covered in a splotch of white. “Daddy!” he screamed in delight. “I did it! Did you see?” A little body came crashing into his chest, arms thrown around his neck.

“Awesome job, Kaden!” He hugged him tightly, taking every advantage he got while his son was still young, knowing that when he got older, hugs would become less and less frequent. The realization had him holding Kaden closer.

The sound of the sliding door opening caught his attention. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Elain, leaning against the doorframe with a smile gracing her face.

“Boys, come inside before you freeze. I’ve made hot chocolate,” she beckoned.

Azriel rose to his feet, still holding his son against his chest.

“With marshmallows, momma?”

Gods, the smile on Elain’s lips would one day make his heart stop. It was so beautiful, so bright, that it lit up the darkest corners of his troubled past. Made him feel warmth, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

“Yes, with marshmallows. I’ve already put some in your cocoa.” She leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss Kaden’s reddened cheek and then placed another on his. “Come in before you let all the hot air out.”

He set his son down, halting him when he started to run off to the kitchen. “Boots and jacket off, buddy. We don’t track snow all through momma’s house.”

After stripping him down to appropriate houseware, Kaden took off for the kitchen where yet another sugary concoction was waiting for him. “He’s going to be bouncing off the walls today.”

Elain laughed, looping her arm with his. “Yeah, well, he’s sweet and deserves it.”

Azriel looked down at her in awe. Because he knew she was right. They wanted to spoil their son with love, and he did just that. Sitting down at the table, he clinked his mug with Kaden’s and then Elain’s, thinking just how lucky he was to have this perfect little family.

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