#Gwynriel smut

[thevalkyriesshadow]

The Way You Fit

Read Chapter 5 aka the Gwynriel "Bite Me" scene on AO3

NestCare offers everything an omega could need, from your first heat to birthing your brood. For Gwyn that means a place where she can spend her heat with a live alpha -- doctor's orders! Cue Azriel -- an alpha with a keen sense of knowing everything his omegas need. NSFW | omegaverse | heat clinic | knotting | a dash of primal play

I'd like to dedicate this fic to everyone who has taken the time to read over and beta any of my works over the past year! Whether they read only a chapter or two, or a whole fic, ya'll are appreciated and loved! 😘 @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @yennas-stuff @sadiegirl2021 @sunshinebingo @trashforazriel @aldbooks

Author's Notes: Nessian's bonus scene coming soon! I will probably continue to write in this universe more, but I have a country!gwynriel omegaverse in the works and I want to finish that and have it posted in time for February! After that, I have some plans for our favorite couples in The Way You Fit universe. 🤭 (Some ideas I've been brewing up: Azriel spending way too much on gifts for Gwyn. Gwynriel and Nessian camping scene!? Broods and pregnancy!)

[i-wanna-see-some-az]

Gwyn: Wow, what's going on with this halloween decorations?

Azriel, covered in blood and surrounded by corpses: What halloween decorations?

[gwynrielshappyendings]

Day Three - In the Quiet of Love by AnnyRhale

Kama Sutra Position(s): The Tigers Claw

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61043806

Summary: Five years into their mating bond, Gwyn and Azriel are sharing tender mornings filled with passion and love.

This story is full of slow, intimate moments, fiery chemistry, and sexy smut that brings them closer than ever. Their happy ending is wrapped in love and desire, a perfect blend of light and darkness.

[dawneternal]

Yes, Valkyrie

₊⊹ Gwynriel one shot

₊⊹ Gwyn is inspired by a scene in her current read. Of course, she begins conspiring to reenact this scene, with a little help from Azriel's shadows. Somewhere along the way, she discovers a persona she had no idea was waiting under the surface.

₊⊹ Word Count: 2.8k

₊⊹ Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI. Established relationship. Gwyn is in charge, Az is tied up (kind of) p in v, shadow play, wing play.

(listen I don't write that much smut so idk how to tag this, if I missed anything pls let me know)

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₊⊹ Divider by tsunami-of-tears

Gwyn snapped her book shut and set it on the table in front of her. She took a long sip of her iced coffee in an attempt to cool her warm skin. The story was getting a little too salacious to read in public. Nesta or Emerie would probably keep reading, though they were both better at masking their emotions.

She glanced at Azriel, who hadn't noticed a thing, engrossed in his own book. She wasn't sure if it was something he was reading for fun or for work. They all tended to look the same, thick and weathered with a million dog-eared pages and notes in the margins. As his mate and a librarian, Gwyn should probably know. But she wasn't often thinking about books when she was with him.

Like now, as she found her eyes wandering from the long-winded title on the spine to his long fingers, poised to turn the page. Her gaze slid up, tracing the outline of his form. It was his day off and he wore a black shirt that hugged his muscled arms and torso. His black curls were perfectly messy, tortoiseshell reading glasses perched on his nose. His shadows buzzed around him like sleepy bees on a sunny day - a sign that he was actually relaxed. Even while he focused, brows furrowed and bottom lip poked out in concentration, he kept a claiming hand on Gwyn's thigh.

He did not notice her scent change as her thoughts turned back toward her book, replacing the love interest's features with his. The love interest of this story happened to have wings like Azriel, and a few specific lines were echoing in her mind. He had let her touch his wings before, but nothing quite like the scene she had just read.

Gwyn swallowed a wicked grin and stretched her arms up and out, letting out a long, pretend yawn. She let her fingertips brush the edge of his wing as she brought her arms back down. He started, shadows darting into action as his wings tucked into his body with a snap. He turned his head toward her slowly with a wide-eyed look that read are you crazy?

"My bad," Gwyn smiled innocently. Azriel blinked at her for a moment before returning to his reading. But she felt it, the flicker of heat he had sent through the bond as her fingers had brushed his wing.

✦✦✦

When they returned to the House of Wind, Gwyn quietly trailed Azriel into their shared room. His shadows were on her side today, choosing not to alert him to the fact that he was being followed. She was the only one who was silent enough to sneak up on him.

She closed the door with a thud, leaning against it, and that wicked grin returned. Azriel jumped, head whipping to look over his shoulder. The shadows danced with amusement at their clever trick.

"Yes, Valkyrie?" He huffed a breath. Her gaze lingered on his backside, meandering up to meet his gaze as he turned around fully.

"I have an idea," Gwyn said.

Her voice was a note deeper than usual and it had his attention. He tilted his head at her, eyes gleaming with interest.

"Do you trust me?" Gwyn continued, and she watched his eyes darken.

"Yes," His voice was a little breathy and the Valkyrie grinned.

"Wings only," She explained, pushing off the door and stalking closer until they were nearly chest to chest.

Azriel's eyebrows shot upwards, but Gwyn did not miss the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

"Yes," He said again, after a moment.

Gwyn reached out, sliding her hands under his shirt to lift it from his body. He let her, utterly still as she pulled it over his head and began a constellation of kisses, connecting his tattoos and battle scars. The bond was humming, pulsing with warmth at every touch, doubling the thrill of anticipation. He watched in adoration, fingers tangling in her ponytail as she unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and underwear to the floor.

"Kneel on the bed," She ordered, blood singing with anticipation as she looked up at him. His cock twitched at the command and he obeyed, crawling into the bed and kneeling in front of her. Arms loose at his sides, muscular thighs spread, his body was on full display.

Gwyn let her hair down, the white ribbon that had been tied in a bow now dangling from her fingers. She circled around to the other side of the bed and gently grasped his wrists. His breath hitched as she bound his hands with the ribbon, but he did not protest.

"Good boy," Gwyn murmured, pressing one chaste kiss to his shoulder before moving to face him again.

She caught his gaze dragging over her as she stood before him, and she let herself admire him in turn. His smooth bronze skin, slim hips and absurdly defined abs, and strong arms that could break through the ribbon any time he wanted. But judging by his blown pupils and hardening cock, he was exactly where he wanted to be.

Gwyn peeled her clothes off slowly, holding his eye contact as she did so. She let her breasts bounce as she pulled off her bra, chuckling as his shadows rushed forward to caress her bare nipples.

"Keep your shadows to yourself, pretty boy," She murmured, swallowing a gasp at their cool, light touch. Almost reluctantly, they returned to their master, swirling around his head like a dark halo.

Free of her clothes, Gwyn moved to stand before him, eyes flicking over the sweat already beading at his brow. She lifted his chin with her fingers and smirked as she bypassed his lips, leaning to press soft kisses down his throat, drinking in the rapid beat of his pulse. She traced his body with a gentle touch, running over the lines of his tattoos and the grooves between his muscles. It was a routine she could not bring herself to break, mapping his body with the affection he deserved. She heard his breath hitch again, wings rustling behind him as they untucked and spread.

The Valkyrie climbed onto the bed and moved behind him, peppering the back of his neck and shoulders with open mouthed kisses, tongue sliding over his skin. Avoiding his wings just yet.

"Are you ready?" She leaned forward and purred into his ear, breasts pressed against his back.

"Mhm," He murmured, chest rising and falling.

"Words, shadowsinger."

"I'm ready," He stammered, as if it were hard to conjure words in this position.

"You'll tell me any time you want to stop?"

"I promise."

Satisfied, Gwyn began, dipping her finger into the inside seam where the velvety dark wing met his skin, facing toward his shoulder blade. The skin was especially soft, protected from wind and sun. He let out a quiet moan, arching his back into her touch.

"So responsive," Gwyn murmured, circling her fingers around to the other side, stroking along the thick base of his wing.

"I can't help it," He groaned, shivering again.

"No?" She asked, leaning forward to run her tongue over the spot where her fingers had just been. The base of the wing was fuzzy, like the skin of a peach.

"Fuck," Azriel grunted.

"So my book wasn't lying?" She asked, her voice like a sultry song. Her hands continued their exploration, up the solid arches of his wings toward the shining talons.

"I should've guessed this came from a book," He ground out.

Gwyn wanted him incapable of speech, not taunting her. So she pressed harder, raking her nails back down the thin membrane as she licked a stripe up his spine. His wings shivered, trembling with the effort of deciding wether to lean in or move away. A conflict that Azriel often subjected her to, and now she could get even.

"What were you saying?" She crooned, and smirked when she got no answer. Only the shadowsinger's heavy breathing, his shadows pulsing around him.

She touched every inch of wing, memorizing their beautiful shape, adding every curve and texture to the map in her mind. Every seam had a dip the perfect size for her finger to drag through, the skin so delicate, the structure so intricate and lovely.

His body shone with sweat as  worshipped without mercy, savoring the salty taste of his skin as she pulled moan after and moan from his throat. It almost seemed as though those wings were built purely for pleasure, the way his body reacted to her touch, the noises he made purely sinful.

By the time she had returned to her starting point, having licked, nipped and stroked everything she could reach, Azriel's entire body shook.

She rose up on her knees and peered over his shoulders to catch a glimpse of his face, contorted in pleasure, and his cock, red and weeping. A few times, his shadows swept in toward her and then backed away, just barely brushing her skin. As if Azriel had begun to reach for her and then remembered the rules.

"Tell me which part you like best," She let her breath brush over his ear again, reveling in the goosebumps spreading in response. He was so close to falling apart, one foot in a realm of pure pleasure.

"The-the," He swallowed hard, a groan escaping in between words as he answered, "The inside, near my shoulder blades."

Gwyn hummed, watching his muscles tighten in anticipation as her fingertips moved back toward that inner seam. The sounds he released as she found that hidden spot lit a fire in the Valkyrie's stomach. She didn't have to look to know that her arousal was dripping onto the bed beneath her. As if she cared, right now.

"Fuck," He groaned, "I can't...I need...."

Gwyn was driven wild by the glistening muscles flexing against the ribbon that bound him. She threaded her fingers into his dark curls and tugged, not very gently.

"Come for me," She commanded, voice low and wicked and she dug her fingertips in deeper.

The moan that he released was nothing like his usual gutteral groan. This was higher pitched, soft and breathy and elicited from some deep and desperate place. Gwyn did not know that a noise could make her cunt throb the way it did.

She gave him barely a moment to come down from his high before she was crawling around to face him, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him fiercely. He chased her lips with his, emitting broken sounds into her throat as her tongue swept in.

Pulling back to look at him, panting, she wasn't sure she had ever felt this desperate. Azriel was entirely undone and at her mercy, his chest slick with sweat and painted with his cum, hands still tied behind him as he panted. His hair stuck up where she had pulled it, his eyes dark and full of desire. And something new, that she hadn't seen before. She was sure he'd seen it often. It was desperation, like he was one kiss away from begging for what he wanted.

"Do as I say and you'll be rewarded," She said, leaning in to graze his lips as she spoke. She kissed him again, softly. Agonizingly slow, even as he tried to speed up.

Gwyn pulled back, dragged two fingers through the stripes of white dripping down his torso and pushed them into his mouth.

"Suck."

His cock twitched against her thigh, already hard and aching again. He kept his eyes locked on hers as his warm tongue swirled around her fingers, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

"Good boy," She murmured, and the whine he let out was against his will.

Gwyn had been in charge before, but she had never dared to be this bossy. It had not even come from the book that had inspired this whole thing. This had emerged from somewhere deep inside her, and it set every inch of her skin on fire. Azriel's eyes burned into hers as she took her fingers from his mouth, tightening his lips so her fingers made a pop upon release. He watched as she reached between her legs with those fingers, coated in his spit, for some relief.

She bit her lip, swallowing a moan, cheeks reddening in desperation.

"Can I touch you?" Azriel croaked, pulling at the ribbon that Gwyn had almost forgotten about.

"Remember your manners," She said, fingers still circling between her legs.

"Can I please touch you?"

Gwyn reached around with her free hand and pulled the knot undone. Immediately, one strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap to straddle him. And his other hand pushed hers aside, dipping a finger into her soaked cunt.

She was lost to it for a moment as relief rolled through her body. The shadowsinger took the opportunity to attack her neck, kissing and marking with fervor. She closed her eyes and basked in his touch for just a moment before she remembered her task. She would not let her control slip away so easily.

Her eyes snapped open, and she felt a wave of satisfaction as the shadowsinger shrank, just a little. His plan had not worked. The shadows shuddered, as if giggling at their master's foolishness.

"You promised to do as I say," It was almost a growl. She pushed his shoulders until he was laying down, legs straightening out before him as she straddled his hips. "And you tried to take control from me."

Gwyn lowered her body, movements fluid and graceful like a predator, until her chest was pressed against his and they were nose to nose.

"I think I deserve an apology, don't you?" She purred, hips circling and spreading her arousal over his length.

"Yes," He breathed, the amber of his eyes barely visible behind his pupils, "I'm sorry."

"Yes what?" She demanded, sliding her hand up around his throat and pressing the lightest amount of pressure against the sides, "I'm sorry what?"

His eyes widened and for a moment she thought she had gone too far, but then she felt a moan in his throat, vibrating beneath her palm.

"Yes Valkyrie," His voice was broken, body softening like putty under her hands, "I'm sorry, Valkyrie."

"Good boy," A grin spread across Gwyn's face. She sat up, keeping that hand wrapped around his throat as she rose up and aligned them. The other braced against his chest. She did not bother with a slow entry, sinking down on his cock in one motion, thighs flush against hips. He let out a hiss as she paused to let herself adjust.

The world around her was fading as her desperation grew, her body aching almost painfully. It would almost be a mercy to relinquish control again. But she craved the rush of this position as much as she craved release.

"Let your shadows touch me," She choked out the words, beginning to move her hips. Azriel obeyed, letting his shadows loose. They circled her body and attacked, swirling over every part of her they could reach.

Her high was approaching fast, urged on by the sight of Azriel below her, face flushed and lips parted. She pressed against his throat and chest harder, using him as leverage to angle herself deeper. He watched,  mesmerized by the rhythm of her body, and grasped her hips, fingertips digging in as he urged her faster. Every rise and fall of her hips made an obscene slap, echoing through the room.

With a shadow attached to each nipple and one moving over her clit, she was soaring close to the edge. She slammed down harder, a grunt escaping in time with each smack of her ass against his thighs. Azriel reached up and squeezed her breasts, rolling both nipples between his fingers.

The change from the shadows soft touch to his firm hands pulled her over. Her head fell back as she roared, louder than she had ever let herself. Azriel's hands slid down around her waist to keep her moving and extend the waves of bliss. The hand around Azriel's throat finally loosened, nails dragging down his chest in time with a long, breathy moan.

Finally, she slumped forward, letting her body fall against his as she closed her eyes. Azriel wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. He let her lay still for a long moment before whispering, cautiously,

"Is this still the Valkyrie or is this my Gwyn again?"

"Gwyn," She murmured against his skin. Whatever vixen that possessed her had retreated, leaving her spent and sweaty.

"Good," He said, his voice dropping a note lower. She squealed as those strong arms flipped her around and she found herself laying underneath him, staring up into his smirking face.

"But...." She whispered, suddenly shy, "Did you like her? The Valkyrie?"

"I think I'd have to meet her again to be sure" Azriel murmured, nosing at the space between her shoulder and neck, breath hot against her skin, "But for now it is my turn."

[bibliophiliaxvignette]

Helloooo! Finally posting another chapter in this baby. It is basically just smut. A dash of fluff. You're welcome. Good to be back!

Snippet below the cut

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“What trouble are you getting yourself into, Berdara?” 

Gwyn gasps and yanks her hand away, caught. Azriel’s voice is gravely and his smirk soft with sleep. 

She bites her lip in response. “Just exploring.”

“Yeah? Like what you’re finding?” 

She nods, heat suffusing her cheeks and throat. 

“I’m yours to explore,” he says softly.

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynweekofficial Day 7 - Free Day

Summary: Gwyn pulls Azriel in her bedroom when they come back from their date. It seems this night is about to end differently from their other nights. Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: NSFW!

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

Gwyn opened the door to her bedroom before turning back to Azriel. The smile she gave him was one that had been plastered on her face for most part of the evening. Tonight had not been one of their typical night outs in Velaris. There had still been dinner at their favourite restaurant and the walk along the Sidra. Their time together had still been filled with talks and laughs, and the occasional moments of comfortable silence when they simply enjoyed the presence of the other.

Gwyn didn’t think that it could be more perfect. Until a random topic of conversation snowballed into something bigger and deeper. They had opened their hearts to each other tonight, confessing the depths of their affection for each other in a way that left no room for doubts.

Trusting Azriel with her heart had come at the pace of nature, slow and steady. In the course of several months, he had gone from being her saviour to one of the persons who had taught her how to save herself. He had then grown into her friend, her confidant, and eventually the one who she longed for the most in a way she never thought she would with anyone.

As though their minds were one and the same, Gwyn stood on her tiptoes at the same time as Azriel leaned down. Their lips met halfway in a kiss. Usually, one of them would be the first to pull away, offer a “goodnight”, wait to get one back, steal another kiss, then walk away. But this time, it didn’t happen that way.

Gwyn grabbed the front of his shirt, and instead of playfully shoving him away, she pulled him closer. Azriel grabbed her by the waist and did the same with her. The kiss turned more urgent, as though they needed that final proof that they belonged to each other. Gwyn didn’t question her body as she started walking back inside the room. She held onto him tightly to prevent that he stopped kissing her to ask if this was okay like he so often did when things between them took a step further. This was more than okay. In fact, it was not enough.

Azriel’s shadows closed the door to Gwyn’s bedroom at her silent request. She walked until the back of her legs hit the grey loveseat in the room. She broke their kiss and looked into the eyes of Azriel. She couldn’t believe that this male had proudly called himself hers. Her Shadowsinger, she giggled at the thought. His shadows swirled against her ears and cheeks like they were reminding her of their reciprocated love for her.

Azriel raised his eyebrows. “What’s so funny?”

Gwyn shook her head with a smile. She turned them around and pushed on Azriel’s chest until he fell on the loveseat. His wings spread out wide open behind him. His eyes remained glued on her as she parted her legs and straddled his lap. Azriel placed his hands back on her, right at the seam of her short crimson dress that had risen higher up her thighs. Gwyn placed her hands on his shoulder and brought her face closer to his. “Touch me,” she breathed against his lips.

Azriel squeezed her thighs with his large hands. “I am.”

She lowered her hands to his chest. “More,” she said as she started unbuttoning his black shirt. “I need more.”

She made quick work of the garment and set about roaming her hands across his exposed skin. They kissed again, their lips and tongue even more eager than before. Gwyn grabbed his wrists and glided them under the fabric of her dress. She didn’t stop until his hands were spread on her backside and he firmly held her. The delicious pressure made her want to squeeze her legs together.

Gwyn slid herself forward until she was so close to him that she felt his hardening cock pressing right against her centre. Azriel groaned into her mouth when she instinctively began grinding against him. A smug kind of pride filled her at the knowledge that every reaction he was having and every sound he was making were yet another thing about him that was hers. In 500 years, and of all the creatures in Prythian, it was her that Azriel had chosen to give his heart to. And the feeling was as glorious as what his body was doing to her.

Gwyn slipped the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders until she could take her arms completely out of them. The dress bunched at her waist, leaving her breasts completely exposed and her backside covered by her sheer black underwear and Azriel’s hands.

“I want you to make me come for you,” she said, sending every ounce of confidence in her eyes as she could when she looked at him.

Without tearing his gaze away from her, Azriel brought one of his hands between them. A sigh left Gwyn’s mouth when he pushed her underwear aside and touched her there.

“Is this good?”

She couldn’t have lied even if her life depended on it. “Gods yes.”

His fingers circled her clit, glided down to her entrance and came back to that sensitive bud again.

Gwyn wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. “I promise to tell you if I don't like something.”

His mouth moved from her lips to her cheeks and down her neck. “I also want you to tell me what you like,” he said before he dragged his tongue on the column of her throat. She suddenly regretted not having done all this sooner but immediately decided that she would definitely strive to make up for the time they lost.

“This,” she ground harder against his hand. “I love this. And this…” She grabbed a fistful of his hair and moved his head so he could pay attention to her breasts. It was not the first time that he was seeing her. But it was the first time that he was sucking on her nipples while two of his fingers were slowly sliding inside her.

The sound that left her mouth from the onslaught of pleasure was so loud that, had she cared, she would have worried it would wake the entire House of Wind. But it was nothing compared to the one that followed as an orgasm suddenly hit her. Stars exploded behind the lids of her closed eyes and Gwyn bathed in every second of the ecstasy that he brought her. When she opened her eyes again, it was to the sight of Azriel gazing at her in wonder.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, before he surged forward and pressed his lips to hers once again. His fingers were still inside her, and Gwyn felt no shame in admitting that she wanted them there for longer.

“Can I touch you too?” she asked, her hands already at his waistband.

Azriel took one of her hands and spread it on the obvious bulge between his legs. “You can do whatever you want sweetheart.”

“Thank fuck,” Gwyn muttered as she hastily unbuttoned his pants – the fabric damp from when she had rubbed against him – and released his cock.

She felt no fear nor doubt when she dragged her fingers on her sex, stopping him from removing his hand as she gathered the wetness there. She wrapped that same hand around his shaft and stroked him. She started with slow, experimental movements, watching his face for any indication of mistake from her part. She twisted her hand with a squeeze that made him close his eyes with a wince. He didn’t stop her. So, Gwyn asked,

“Am I doing good?”

Azriel let out a chuckle that made her go more wet than she already was. “You’re doing more than good. Don’t stop,” he gritted out and plunged three fingers deeper inside her.

Gwyn threw her head back and cried out. Her hands around his cock sped up like his did inside her. Her free hand pulled on the silky strands of his hair as his mouth alternated between her breasts. The shadows brushed along her spine and made her shiver.

Gwyn rode his fingers until she felt herself approaching that blissful peak again. She tightened her grip on his cock. What she mumbled in between moans and gasps could have been his name or a plea to keep going, she didn’t know nor did she care. All that mattered was the way Azriel kissed her and held her closer as she climaxed again. Her hand instinctively squeezed his cock a little harder. She didn’t stop pumping him despite her mind-blowing pleasure that coursed through her. A few more strokes of his throbbing cock were all it took for him to come apart in her hand. His cum spilled all over her hands and stomach.

It took them a little while – foreheads touching and their breaths mingling – before they both eventually came down from their high. Gwyn had once thought that nothing could beat being hugged by him. Then she had been proven wrong when she had learned what it was to kiss him. Earlier tonight, this had been bested by the confirmation that he loved her. But now, she understood that there was so much more to experience with him. Things that she had been afraid to hope for before. But not anymore.

Gwyn pulled away from him and stood on weak legs. She stepped out of the low heels she had not realised she was still wearing. Then she dragged her crumpled dress and her soaked underwear down her legs. His shadows followed the same path as his eyes did on every inch of her bare skin. A silly smile spread on Gwyn’s lips when she looked down at his cum running down her stomach.

She looked at her Shadowsinger and extended her hand towards him. He looked thoroughly debauched with his drunken smile, his hair like a nest, his shirt and pants open, and his cock out. With how stunning he looked, she needed to make sure that he ended up like this more often.

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

Azriel took her hand and stood. His answer came with a peck on her lips. Gwyn pulled him in the direction of her adjoining bathing room, her mind already considering all the things they could do while in there.

[shadowsxgwynriel]

Cocky 🐓 (Gwynriel)

Summary: Tired of hearing her neighbor’s bedroom activities, Gwyn accidentally curses him.

But how was she supposed to know that the candle she purchased was actually magical? Or that it would take her words so literal?

Word Count: 4.8k

Warning: NSFW

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Snippet:

“Do you believe in magic young lady?”

Gwyn stopped walking and looked at the woman sitting behind a table full of colorful candles. “I’m sorry?”

The woman smiled and gestured to one of her many candles on display. “These candles are magical. They make wishes come true.”

Sure they do, Gwyn thought skeptically. She looked at the price tag and saw that they were only five dollars. Would magical candles really be so cheap? “Did you make these yourself?” Gwyn asked.

“I did. I’m opening a shop around here soon and figured I’d advertise some of my work.”

While she might not believe they were magical, Gwyn always liked to support small businesses. She pointed at a red candle and handed her a five dollar bill. “I’ll take that one please.”

“Oh dear,” the woman said with a laugh. She grabbed the candle and started to wrap it for her. “I should probably warn you that the red ones grant wishes related to love, sex, and passion.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Gwyn said with a smile.

A gleam filled the woman’s eyes. “I can see that you don’t believe me.” She passed over the wrapped candle. “I hope all of your wishes come true.”

[aldbooks]

Gwynriel Day 12 - NSFW

A Court of Shadows - bonus chapter

I had proposed the idea at some point in the story of a bonus chapter featuring fire play which I decided to save for Gwynriel weeks. This particular chapter can be read without any major spoilers of the story.

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Tugging on the knot to ensure it was secure, Gwyn’s fingers slid up, caressing the inside of Azriel’s wrist, watching his fingers curl and stretch toward her touch. She carefully wiggled two fingers under the thick, silk ribbon to check he had enough room. “Feel good?” she asked.

He hummed his agreement, his head hanging over the back of the chair as he watched her work. Standing, she allowed him a quick kiss. “Words, Shadowsinger,” she scolded, using the same reprimand he used when he was in control. He smirked.

“Yes, dove. You’re getting good at that.” His tone was a mix of pride and wariness. 

Gwyn chuckled lightly. “I learned from the best.” Another quick kiss and then she stepped back, studying her handiwork, walking around him in a slow circle. She’d selected a chair with a low back that allowed his wings to hang freely and comfortably. His hands were bound together at the wrist and secured to either of the back chair legs, limiting his movement, just as his ankles were securely bound to the front legs. And he was beautifully, gloriously naked.

“Secure enough?” she asked. She watched, biting her lips as his muscles flexed, testing her knots. 

After a moment, he looked up at her with a crooked smile. “I could get out of them if I wanted, but they’ll work for our purposes.”

“Good,” she grinned. “Do you like the new ribbon?”

“Yes… I see it wasn’t the only thing you bought today.” His eyes slid over her body as she stood before him, his heated gaze bringing a slight flush to her skin. 

Smirking, Gwyn turned, giving him a view of her backside as she strode for the bag of ‘supplies’ she’d picked up in Velaris that morning when she’d gone shopping with the girls before she and Az had shut themselves away in their seaside cottage for the next week. Her friends had given her many raised eyebrows and knowing smirks with every purchase but mercifully refrained from any lewd comments. 

She was very much looking forward to the next few days.

Az sucked in a breath, growling slightly as she bent over to rummage through one of the bags and she hid a smirk as he got an eyeful of the lingerie she’d purchased in the same cobalt blue of his siphons that had been specially designed for ‘easy access’. Rising back to standing, she showed him the items she’d selected. A bottle of scented oil and a black silk blindfold. 

He raised a brow as she stopped directly in front of him, close enough to touch- if he had the use of his hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked him for about the fifth time that evening. She could feel his nerves through the bond, could feel the way he trembled slightly as he breathed in slow and deep and nodded. 

“Yes. I don’t want to be scared of your fire, Gwyn. I know you won’t hurt me- I trust you.”

Her heart squeezed at the open, vulnerable expression in his eyes. He’d come a long way since he’d begun therapy and she knew that, while it was still difficult to be so honest and open about his fears and insecurities, he was trying. And that’s all she’d ever asked of him. Laying a hand on his cheek, she bent down and kissed him thoroughly. He sighed contentedly when she pulled back.

“Safe words?”

Smiling, he nuzzled his nose against hers. “Mercy to pause. Red to stop.”

She gave him one more quick peck before pulling away entirely. “Good.” Holding up the hand with the blindfold, she let it unfurl. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

With that word, her entire demeanor changed. Her body took on a looser, seductive quality as she leaned her weight into one hip, exaggerating her curves as her face became a mask of command. Azriel’s eyes darkened with vicious delight. 

“From now on,” she said, pitching her voice slightly lower into the smoky timbre he liked. “You will address me as My Lady. Understood?”

“Yes, my lady.” His lips curled upward just the slightest bit as she nodded and sat the bottle between his spread thighs on the seat before moving around behind him once more. Slipping the blindfold over his closed eyes, Azriel obligingly tilted his head forward so she could tie the ribbon behind his head. It had been designed to fit snugly over the contours of his eyes and nose to completely block out light without putting extra pressure. He hummed appreciatively as she adjusted it into place and he moved his head around experimentally to test it out. 

“You like?”

“I do. I might have to get a few more of these,” he said thoughtfully. Gwyn shook her head. Always the Spymaster. 

“Good, now, sit still.” Azriel obediently stilled. Lifting a hand, one of his shadows brought the bottle of oil to her and smiled at it, smoothing a finger over it as it wrapped itself around her. “Thank you darling,” she cooed. Pouring some oil into her palm, she handed it back to the shadow. “Hold on to that for me, would you?”

It twirled- a movement she’d learned was the shadows version of nodding, and hovered to the side, ready to hand the bottle back to her when she was ready. Azriel muttered over his shoulder, “traitors.” and his shadows vibrated as though laughing. 

Gwyn couldn’t help her grin.

“Relax,” she purred, spreading the oil between her hands and pushing her power into her palms to warm it up. She’d developed an immunity to heat and fire once her powers had manifested- she’d also lost her tendency to burn in the sun, much to her amusement- a fact she’d taken full advantage of during the summer, laying out on the beach behind their cottage until her skin had darkened to a warm golden hue. Azriel had nearly pouted when her freckles had begun to blend into her darker skintone and demanded she stop getting so much sun.

Because of this loss of sensitivity, she again held out a hand, allowing one of his shadows to dart forward and test the temperature. Once it twirled away in approval, she reached forward and- without warning- smoothed her hands along the arch of either wing. Azriel immediately jerked, his head dropping back in a growl. He cursed under his breath but said nothing else so she kept going, reaching as far as she could until her chest was pressed up against his back as she stretched her arms to either side. 

With his head resting on her shoulder, she nipped her teeth along the lobe of his ear as her hands worked in long, slow strokes until she felt his tense muscles slowly relax under her touch. Occasionally she pushed more pulses of heat through her palm, feeling him momentarily tense then relax as she worked her way over the stiff spines of his wings and the sensitive membrane until she felt the oil dissipate. Holding out her hands, the shadow holding the bottle of oil helpfully poured more into her palm. 

Azriel began to grow restless at the loss of her touch and she kept him distracted with kisses along his neck and jaw as she warmed up the oil in her hands. His breathing was slightly ragged but steady belying the throbbing erection she could see as she peered over his shoulder and down his chest. She had already planned out exactly how this night would go in her head and it would be a good long while before his poor cock would receive any attention. 

Tonight would be a true test of his patience… and she was only just getting started. 

Bringing her hands to his shoulders, she began working the hot oil into the muscles of his back and neck, occasionally teasing his wings and nipping at him with her lips and teeth. Slowly, methodically, she worked her way around his body massaging hot oil into his arms, chest, abs, thighs, all the way down to his bound ankles. By the time she was done, Az was a panting, writhing thing, pulling at his restraints. 

“Gwyn-” he whined, yelping when she pinched the inside of his thigh. “Fuck- sorry. My Lady… fucking please stop teasing and touch me.”

“I am touching you,” she cooed, running her hands back up his thighs, skimming dangerously close to his hips which bucked towards her. His groan caught in his throat, sounding more like a whimper.

“Please.”

Gwyn hummed softly, working her hands in soft strokes moving closer and closer to his cock. “You beg so pretty for me. Do it again.”

“Please- my lady.”

Smirking, Gwyn framed his cock between her hands, smoothing them up over his hips and stomach so her thumbs brushed either side of him. “Oh- fuck.” Leaning forward, she followed the touch with her lips, running them featherlight over his length until he made that same whimpering noise. Pressing a kiss to the tip, she pulled away from him entirely, drawing a growl from him.

She swallowed a chuckle as she stood and leaned forward, threading her fingers into his hair to tilt his head back. “I’m not done playing with you yet,” she said against his lips.

A needy  groan worked its way up his throat as she kissed him, pulling the blindfold off and letting it fall to the ground. “That was just the warm up, love. We haven’t even used my actual fire yet,” she flashed him a grin, holding her hand up so he could see the flames dancing over her finger tips.

He did whimper then, his gaze glued to the fire. “Check in,” she whispered. “Are you ok to keep going?”

She watched him lick his lips, swallowing nervously. His eyes never left her hand even as the flame flickered out. “What’s next?” he breathed.

In answer, she turned back to her bag and withdrew her last purchase, holding it up for him to see. A skin safe wax candle that melted at low temperatures. Perfect for the sort of game they were about to play. She watched his eyes narrow as he worked out her plan. He shifted in his seat but didn’t protest. “Want to keep going?” she asked once more.

Slowly, he nodded. “Yes.”

Smiling softly, she leaned in for another kiss. “Try to relax.” He huffed a sound of disbelief.

Holding the candle in front of her, she held one hand under it, her fire sparking to life once more. She’d bought this one specifically for several reasons, but mostly because the glass was clear, allowing them both to watch the wax melt, and because the wax changed color from white to red as it melted.

She could see Azriel’s chest moving in controlled breaths as he prepared himself and prayed this was not a massive mistake. She had figured it would be easier to ease him in using conduits that could hold the warmth of her flame without actually bringing the flame to his skin until he was more comfortable with it. Still, she knew the sting of the wax, even at a low melting point would be a shock. 

Once the entire contents of the glass had turned red, she pulled her fire back in and carefully raised the jar so it hovered a few feet over his chest. “Ready?” she asked. Together, they both took a deep breath as she tipped her wrist, watching the wax pour from the spout and drizzle across the center of his chest. Azriel hissed and tensed as the wax rolled a single line down the center of his torso, slowing to a stop just above his navel. 

“Okay?” she asked. The skin around where the wax had first landed was slightly reddened, but his shadows did not seem alarmed so she could only assume he was not truly burned. 

Swallowing hard, Azriel nodded and she decided to let the lack of verbal response go as she tipped her wrist once more, this time moving her arm in an arc as the wax drew a red line from his right shoulder to left pec. Moving her arm slowly, she painted a zigzagging line across his upper body, watching the wax roll across the ridges of his abdomen, stopping short of his hips. The first line she’d drawn was gradually fading to white as it cooled but the rest almost looked like blood as it dripped over his skin. The picture was as arousing as it was alarming.

She checked on Azriel again and when he nodded once more that he was alright, she continued painting the rest of his body with careful lines of red across his thighs, chest and shoulders, moving around him to draw thin lines over his wings. When she was about halfway through the contents of the jar, he was covered in dripping lines of red and white, his chest heaving and skin red and covered in a sheen of sweat.

Standing back to admire her work, she tilted her head to the side and drizzled another line over his chest, making sure to catch his nipples. Azriel groaned and jerked in his restraints. “Fuck- Gods, Gw- My lady… please.”

Reaching out, she stroked a warm hand over his cheek and rather than flinching away from it, he leaned into the touch which she could only count as a win. “How are you doing, love?”

“Good” he said through clenched teeth. “But I’m dying. I need you to touch my cock. Please.”

She chuckled. “Aw, is your cock feeling neglected?” she asked with a pout. “I can fix that-” she held the candle over his hips, grinning when he immediately bucked and growled. 

“Fuck- no.”

Laughing she kissed him. “Don’t worry, love. I’m not that cruel. You’re the sadist, not me.” He growled against her mouth, his shadows suddenly swarming around her, stroking her exposed skin in cool touches that made her shiver.

Tugging sharply at his hair, she hissed at them. “It’s not your turn yet.” They quickly backed off but she didn’t miss the fact that the candle was no longer in her hand. Cheeky bastards. Stroking her now free hand over his jaw, she felt a groan rumble through him at the heat before she pulled away. 

“Don’t worry, we’re done with the candle and the oil for now. The only hot thing touching you from here on will be my mouth.” He moaned in relief as her kisses trailed down his neck. Reaching down, she slipped her nail under the edge of the puddle of cooled wax around one nipple and peeled it off, earning another groan as she repeated the process on the other side. 

Leaning back to look down at him she mused, “We should probably clean you up first.”

This earned her a warning growl- amusing since she was the one in charge. Though they both knew that the minute she was done playing with him and it was his turn- he’d make her pay for every minute of teasing she’d just put him through. Winking, she snapped her fingers, the wax disappearing from his skin, leaving behind faint red marks in the places more recently touched by the wax that hadn’t yet faded. 

“What a pretty picture you make.”

“Gwyn- My lady” he corrected when she tugged on his hair. “Please.”

“Beg again, love. You know how I like it.”

“Please,” he snarled.

“Such attitude,” she teased, lowering to her knees between his thighs. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous.” Before he could growl at her again, she had his cock between her lips, sucking him into her mouth with no preamble. 

“Fuck,” he shouted as he bucked into her mouth. There was no hiding her arousal now and she let him scent it as she glanced up at him beneath her lashes. She could feel he was close but, after that initial suck, made herself take her time licking and kissing and teasing him until his words were an intelligible jumble of threats and pleading.

Her hands had been massaging and stroking his thighs and stomach as she worked and she felt his whole body tense as she scraped her nails over his hips just before his climax hit and he spilled himself into her mouth. She continued to lick and kiss him as he came down, cooing quiet praises. 

“You did so good for me, love. So brave. My beautiful Shadowsinger.”

The low rumble that came from his chest was the only warning she got before he snapped his bonds, wings stretching wide as his arms swung around the back of the chair, snatching her up off the floor. She squeaked as he hauled her into his lap, burying his hands in her hair and kissing her hard while his shadows worked to release his ankles.

His body tense, curling into a crouch as he tucked her against his chest. His eyes gleamed wickedly in the darkened shadow of his wings as he grinned. “My turn.”

And her vision became a world of shadows as she laughed.

[jennierubyjanersblog]

Gwynriel Academic Rivals AU

“Why did you sign up for that Mythology and Folklore class? You’re not even interested in that, Az.”

Azriel wasn’t.

But Berdara was.

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Lately, I’ve been working on a Gwynriel Academic Rivals to Rivals with Benefits to Lovers AU. Still debating whether or not I should post it. But until I decide, I just wanted to let this moodboard and a snipped of it. 🙂

[ofduskanddreams]

pov: azriel has a motorcycle

A moodboard for and inspired by @separatist-apologist and mechanic!Azriel in her Gwynriel fic “The Way You Bend, The Way You Break”

[charliespringsleftconverse]

Sweet Love Beneath The Christmas Tree - Chapter Three

Word Count: 3135 | Read on AO3

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Write's Notes: I want you to know that I had no idea what I was doing in this chapter. I’m an avid smut reader but I had never written smut myself for the consumption of others so I gave this chapter my all! 😂 Let’s just say, this chapter has no plot! I was even editing this TODAY and ended up adding even more to it because I’m a menace to society 😂 Anyway, ENJOYYYY @thevalkyriesshadow @acotargiftexchange

Warnings: This three-chapter story contains mature content such as smut in the third chapter. Reader discretion is advised. Age advisory 18+

Gwyn waltzed her way back to the sofa, playfully twirling and dancing in her peony-colored dress until she reached the living room, where she dropped next to Azriel, who was turning on the closed captions on the television. If there was one thing Azriel was really good at, it was being attentive to others' needs—definitely not his own, considering he should have paid more attention to his landing earlier when jumping off the roof. Not his smartest move. That aside, Azriel was good about paying attention to the small things those around him preferred, especially Gwyn. She was his other half, and it went without saying that Azriel was head over heels for her. 

To Azriel, Gwyn wasn’t sunshine or daisies, she was like a droplet of rain. She was gentle to the touch and refreshing to the taste, and by gods was that taste addicting. A smile painted the corner of his lips as she nestled on the sofa. He knew for certain that Gwyn couldn’t watch a single show or movie without the closed captions or subtitles on. She’d mentioned to him once when they first started seeing each other that she liked knowing what the background characters were saying or doing as the captions clued the viewer in on tiny, hidden secrets one wouldn’t traditionally catch by simply listening. A theory that he tested to be true and had indulged her since. Hence, why he was making sure their movie included captions. 

“Cookies are in the oven so I am ready when you are,” chirped Gwyn. Tugging on a soft blanket from the basket near the sofa, she wrapped them both in it. It was a smooth plush white blanket with blue snowflakes big enough for two. With cold winter breeze constantly blowing through the tall trees and the ongoing temperature drops, the cabin was never short of coverings to keep warm. 

The screen flicked at the click of a button and the movie started. Within a couple of minutes, they found themselves enjoying cookies and more hot cocoa by the fire. Once the sun kissed the mountain peaks goodnight, the moon stretched above the trees like a child ready to play peaking through the snowy trunks. Night quickly fell within half an hour into the film. Gwyn and Azriel had been too entranced to notice the bright moonlight shining through the window into the living room. The magic of Christmas unfolding before their eyes had captivated them with elves living at the North Pole, Santa prepping for his big day, and talking reindeer with peculiar personalities. They were too entranced by the magic of their childhood, and a chance to believe in it all again for just a moment. 

After taking another sip from his sleigh-shaped festive mug, Azriel glanced over at Gwyn. “I have to confess. When I was younger, like seven years old. I had a huge crush on the girl elf who brought Santa his hot chocolate.”

Gwyn chuckled. “That’s fair. She’s adorable and I can see the appeal for seven-year-old you.” There wasn’t a single person in Gwyn’s life who hadn’t developed a crush on an actor or the actor's portrayal of a certain character. Like that one time Gwyn had fallen in love with Kylo Ren from Star Wars and proceeded to watch every film with Adam Driver in it only to discover she wasn’t in love with the actor, just their portrayal of a specific character. 

Taking a sip from her hot cocoa, Gwyn snuggled closer to Azriel. “I also had a crush on one of the boys in the movie too, you know?”

“Tim Allen as Santa?” Azriel smirked and glanced down at his own Santa suit. There was always a bit of fun in teasing Gwyn. Her freckles would emphasize when her cheeks turned red which made him want to kiss every single one across her face. 

Gwyn laughed. “No!”

“What, Santa doesn’t do it for you? C’mon, the man, the myth, the legend!” Azriel pointed at the screen. It was perfect timing as a fully bearded man in a red suit appeared on screen. 

“Why would little me have a crush on Santa?!” Gwyn nudged him while laughing. Reaching over the end of the sofa, she put her hot cocoa down. 

“Don’t you? I mean,” Azriel gestured at himself.

“I mean, I certainly like my Santa.” Gwyn sat on her knees facing him. “But that’s different.”

“Well, I certainly like my elf.” Azriel inched closer, not close enough for what he wanted to do but enough to give Gwyn the opening. To give her the chance to close the gap. Gwyn bit her lip in an attempt to contain herself, but her smile still pushed through. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

No matter how long they had been together, Azriel still made Gwyn feel a certain type of way. 

There was a tingling sensation in her chest like the soft tickle from a feather or the gentle caress of a butterflies wings. Inching closer, Gwyn dared to play the game.“Do you, Santa?” 

They were practically sharing one breath now. Azriel hummed, a sound that sent an electrical current down to Gwyn’s toes. 

“Too bad Santa’s injured,” said Gwyn as she pulled away. They both could play at this little game but she wanted to take the lead. She wanted him in the palm of her hand. She wanted him to beg for it. If he pleaded her name, Gwyn would know immediately that Azriel was waving a white flag—surrendering. The man was always down bad for her, but when she took charge, Azriel was nothing but putty in her hands. Sitting back on her knees, Gwyn pretended to look interested in the film once again. Luckily, this was a holiday classic; Gwyn could practically recite some scenes from memory. In all honesty, Gwyn was much more invested in this little game than in the movie but she wouldn’t let him in on that yet.

“Gwyn.”

Oh? There was a tingling feeling that buzzed from her chest, down her spine, to her toes when he said her name. Azriel’s eyes sparkled with more than just a challenge. It wasn’t often he showed his cards early but Gwyn appreciated it all the same. Check. There was nothing she enjoyed more than teasing him. They were a match made in heaven in that way. 

Slowly, inching toward him, Gwyn put her fingers in his soft raven hair and kissed him. She made sure to drag her motions out, nice and slow. Very slow. Her lips moved up and down against Azriel’s passionately, he tasted like peppermint and chocolate, with her fingers slowly running through his hair. After a full minute, Gwyn pulled back first. She opened her eyes, glanced down at his pants, and then back up to quite the achievement. Check.

“Gwyneth Berdara,” Azriel whispered, eyes closed. “You will be the death of me.”

Checkmate.

She smiled against his lips as he pulled her in again by the neck, desire coursing through. Gwyn couldn’t help but moan this time against Azriel’s mouth when he bit her bottom lip. Oh, yes. Gwyn thought she could hold back but she wanted him just as much—needed him just as much. Something ignited inside of her like sparklers on New Year's. Warmth flooded her chest, her cheeks, and down her body. Pushing Azriel back against the sofa, Gwyn climbed over him and straddled his lap. Azriel’s hands quickly found purchase on her hips and lower back. Gwyn began shifting her hips rubbing herself against him, creating friction between their two bodies to soothe the aching feeling between her legs. This felt like more than just some normal kiss, it was electrifying. It always was for Gwyn and she could feel his hardness rubbing against where she wanted him most. When their kiss broke, Gwyn let out a ragged breath and allowed herself to enjoy the feather-light trails his mouth left down her neck. 

Azriel took off her belt, unbuttoned her dress, and tugged at the dress opening exposing her neck and collarbone. There, he trailed kisses that graduated into long strokes of his lips up and down licking her body. Gwyn wanted more. She wanted him against her neck, his mouth on her breast, and his fingers rubbing her in all the right places. Gods, she wanted him inside of her. Not yet. Not until she had her fun.

Unbuttoning her dress, Azriel was quick to pull her bra down and her breasts up so he could taste her. That had her moaning. “Just like that,” Gwyn sighed.

Both of her hands found purchase in his hair and tugged to bring him closer. He sucked against her chest capturing her nipple. He made sure to give her breasts the attention they needed, slowly and passionately. One of Gwyn’s hands cradled Azriel’s head exactly where he was while the other traveled between their bodies. She could feel the wetness accumulating between her legs. Gwyn reached through his pants and stroked against his length. Azriel groaned and gently scraped his teeth against her nipple. She wanted him desperately but she wasn’t done having her fun. Sighing against his sturdy frame, Gwyn murmured, “I want you.”

Breathly against his ear, she continued. “I want to take you in my mouth.” Gwyn felt his body shiver and his length twitch against her palm. 

Azriel groaned into her breasts, teeth scraping deliciously against her sensitive peaks.

Standing, Gwyn let her dress fall to the ground and unhooked her bra while Azriel unbuckled himself. Once comfortably on her knees, Gwyn did the rest. She glanced up at those glittering brown eyes whose attention was all on her. Azriel’s eyes were wholly on Gwyn’s, their breathing ragged, granting her permission to do what she wanted to him. She wanted his eyes on her when she took him in her mouth. She wanted to see the look on his face when she did. She wanted to see him lose control at the feel of her touch. For now, her hands stroked him in preparation.

“You look good on your knees, Berdara.”

Bringing herself closer, Gwyn smiled to herself before she kissed the tip of his length causing it to twitch in her hands.  She took her time kissing him down and then back up. The motion sent a shudder down Azriel’s back. Gwyn then placed her lips back on the tip and enveloped him in her mouth. Azriel moaned gripping the sofa. Meanwhile, Gwyn took her time taking him inch by inch, until she was all the way down before coming back up. Azriel couldn’t stop himself from gathering her hair to marvel at Gwyn, her mouth, and the way her breasts moved as she took down his full length.

“You have no idea how much I want you.” Azriel gripped her hair tighter trying his best to not guide her himself or lose control. Even though he was certainly close to losing it.

Gwyn took the comment as an opening to hollow her cheeks and start a sucking motion. This had Azriel breathing harder in seconds and speaking in tongues. At this moment, her mouth was his center of gravity and she was a force to be reckoned with. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” said Azriel. The first word dragged out like a song.

“Begging already?”

Azriel chuckled.

“My turn,” answered Azriel, a shift in his voice. Shuffling out of his pants, he patted the sofa to which Gwyn obliged. Once Gwyn took her seat, it was Azriel who was on his knees. He reached up to kiss her and then sat back. With eyes on hers, he took off whatever remaining clothes she had and tossed them to the side. Azriel began placing two initial kisses, one on each of her knees before gently using both hands to spread her open and admire what he needed on display. He kissed his way closer, down her thighs, until he reached his destination. 

“You're soaking wet for me, baby.” Azriel had never been one for dirty talk but after learning that it made Gwyn’s body respond a certain way, well, he deemed it critical since then. As much as he wanted to dismiss the books that Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta constantly giggled about, there was something to be learned from them. Azriel had read a couple, purely to understand what was so great about those ‘smutty books’. It was in moments like this that he was grateful for the lessons that literature could teach. And so Azriel brought his mouth closer and gently began to stroke her center. Intuitively, her body pushed him closer to where she needed him, her legs voluntarily spreading for him. 

“So responsive.” Azriel chuckled. 

Licking her in upward motions, he took his time between her legs. Gwyn began to sing the tune to his favorite song with gasps and sighs in different pitches. He harmonized to the melody humming while he worked in between her legs. A proud composer of his musical work. After several minutes of Gwyn shifting and quietly calling for him, Azriel looked up at her with dark eyes seeking permission as he placed two fingers at her entrance. Gwyn nodded breathlessly—desperately. Please, her eyes seemed to plead. 

“I need a verbal,” said Azriel.

“Yes,” Gwyn half whispered.

As he provided his full attention to the task, Azriel pushed two fingers inside of her and quickly found his favorite spot. The Ah spot, named after his favorite sound that Gwyn made. Stroking slowly inside of her, Azriel began to build a pattern with his mouth and fingers. Gwyn couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her. Her head pressed further back into the sofa and her hands dug into Azriel’s hair. 

“Don't stop. Please, don't stop.” 

“Begging already?” Azriel teased.

Gwyn’s moans turned louder as she felt her arousal continuing to build inside of her. She only hoped her earlier teasing didn’t come to bite her in the ass right now. She wouldn’t be able to take it if Azriel decided to use this moment to completely stop. 

“Just, like that, oh… god.” Gwyn’s legs began to shake as her body closed in on Azriel’s fingers. She could feel herself dancing and falling over the precipice and she couldn’t have him stop. With a hand outstretched on Azriel’s head, she held him in place, Gwyn’s other hand reached toward her breast, squeezing. Azriel made sure to not leave the other without equal care and reached for her other breast. Gwyn’s eyes shut as she reveled in the blissful feeling, a growing crescendo that soon toppled over. 

Without hesitation, Gwyn begged for more. “I need you, Azriel.”

Azriel was up and ready but Gwyn placed a hand on his chest and uttered one word. “Sofa.”

Right, my foot. Understanding what she meant, Azriel sat back on the sofa allowing Gwyn to straddle him. Azriel pulled off his shirt, tossed it across the room, and captured Gwyn’s face with both hands pulling her in for a kiss. Pushing her chest against his, Gwyn lined up his length before slowly sinking down inch by inch until she was fully seated. Their lips parted as they moaned at the delicious feeling. 

“I love that sound you make,” said Azriel. 

Gwyn felt her body respond to the comment.

“I'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart.” Azirel placed his forehead against hers.

“Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “You have that effect on me.”

Azriel chuckled and kissed her deeper. 

Gwyn began to ride him slowly allowing them to explore each other. Their kisses evolved from sweet passion to desperate desire and need. As desire grew, so did Gwyn’s pace. Their touches grew hungrier and more assertive. One of Azriel’s hands played with Gwyn’s breast, fingertips twisting her nipple slightly while the other was sure to hold her closer by the waist. Meanwhile, Gwyn’s hands found purchase on his chest and around his neck. The room grew heavier as it filled with heavy breathing, the sound of skin-on-skin contact, and the melody their moans created in each other's mouths.

“Gwyn,” Azriel begged. He was close but he couldn’t let go without her. 

“Yes.” One word was all she said.

Azriel brought one of his hands in between them and stimulated Gwyn where she was most sensitive. He rubbed against her bundle of nerves and immediately felt a shift. Azriel felt Gwyn catch her breath and her body tense in anticipation. Her entire body pressed closer to him but she never stopped moving and neither did he as he thrusted back into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. 

“Let go, sweetheart,” said Azriel.

They were both flushed, skin glistening but neither stopping. One more push and pull and they were on what felt like an infinite high that would never descend. The moment Azriel felt Gwyn’s body fully tense above him, his own release followed. She clung to him desperately even after the last roll of her hips, catching her breath but also as she tried to find a way to come back to her body. They stayed there, catching their breath, not moving for a while. Every time they touched like this, it was electrical and like something out of a movie or a book. Gwyn couldn’t believe that touching Azriel felt like this every time, like she belonged to him as he did to her. She hoped they never grew out of this craving desire. Catching her breath, realization dawned on Gwyn.

“We can’t be doing this again with a baby in the house,” said Gwyn, her eyes wide. 

Oh my god. The one time we hook up on the sofa. Gwyn couldn’t believe that, of course, the one time there was a baby in the house was the moment that they decided to get wild in a common area. This would have felt normal had any of the other couples done it but this was out of the ordinary for them. Azriel and Gwyn tended to keep to themselves in their room. This… this was new.

Azriel let out a full belly laugh. “They could walk in here at any moment, and that’s what you’re worried about?” 

Gwyn slapped Azriel across the chest. As much as she wanted to be mad at him, she was also a contributor. She could only hope that the village town center was sufficiently interesting enough on Christmas Eve to give the two of them more time to clean up.

“C’mon, before anyone comes knocking through that door and we have to explain why we’re naked in the living room.” Gwyn stood from the sofa and began gathering her clothes and throwing them in the laundry room. 

“I don’t think any explanation is needed.”

“Azriel!”

[thevalkyriesshadow]

The Way You Fit

Read it on AO3

NestCare offers everything an omega could need, from your first heat to birthing your brood. For Gwyn that means a place where she can spend her heat with a live alpha -- doctor's orders! Cue Azriel -- an alpha with a keen sense of knowing everything his omegas need. NSFW | omegaverse | heat clinic | knotting | a dash of primal play

I'd like to dedicate this fic to everyone who has taken the time to read over and beta any of my works over the past year! Whether they read only a chapter or two, or a whole fic, ya'll are appreciated and loved! 😘 @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @yennas-stuff @sadiegirl2021 @sunshinebingo @trashforazriel @aldbooks

[damedechance]

bad idea, right?

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Pairing: Gwynriel

Rating: Explicit

Parts: 1/1

Summary: Gwyn and Azriel have been broken up for two months now, but when Gwyn gets a text from him on a night out--the two longest months of her life suddenly feel way too short, for her to forget how good it feels when she's with him. Gwyn makes her way to his new place, and all of the old feelings rush back.

»This is based on/inspired by the song "bad idea, right?" by Olivia Rodrigo. Listen to that here.

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Gwyn was leaning back beside the hand dryers in the bathroom with Emerie, both of them waiting for Nesta to extract herself from her strappy dress in the stall so that she could pee, when another sound burst through the haze of ambivalent pop. Her phone chirping in her pocket.

Gwyn reached in, and peeked at the screen. It was a reply to her Instagram story, from the name of someone she hadn't spoken to in a long time.

Immediately shielding her phone away from Emerie–perhaps an unnecessary effort, as Emerie was currently humming to herself with her eyes closed–Gwyn opened the message.

'You look hot here,' it said. And it was true. She did. It was a video of Gwyn dancing along to one of the best songs of the night, taken by Nesta as they all egged her on with their screams and laughs and shouts of: shake your ass or wanna go fuck in the bathroom? And gwyn had thrown her head back in laughter, and brushed her hands over her chest.

Yeah. She looked hot.

But it wasn't so much the message as it was who had sent it, that caused Gwyn to blink incredulously at her phone.

Azriel.

They'd broken up two months ago. Something that had taken Gwyn exactly two months to get over, and now here he was texting her. And a lot of the old feelings were rushing back, without her approval. Her heart started pulsing, and her cheeks grew warm.

Gwyn shot out a reply: 'hey, you'

Azriel was typing. Her ex was typing. And though Gwyn had stopped drinking hours ago, she was still just tipsy enough that she could do nothing other than stare dumbly at her phone until the next message popped up.

Azriel: hey, you

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Just a Favor | pt 7 | Gwynriel

✦ ah, the infamous cabin. should I be embarrassed that this is the longest chapter of this series? maybe lol

✦ Warnings: smut beginning at the ! 18+, minors DNI

✦ Word Count: 2.3k

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Azriel winnowed them just outside the wards of the cabin. Gwyn yelped as the cold air bit into her skin. The shadowsinger was quick to scoop her up and carry her into the cabin before the snow could cling to her.

She let out a girlish giggle as he set her down in the cabin and they looked around for a moment at the decorated walls. All of Feyre's paintings were still intact, though some had faded where the light shone in through the windows. She walked around the room, running her fingers over the colorful pictures as Azriel lit a fire in the fireplace.

Then Gwyn shook out the blanket and spread it out on the living room floor, shrugging when Azriel raised an eyebrow.

"I still want my picnic," She said, gesturing for him to sit.

He kicked off his boots and sat on the blanket, back resting against the couch. He swallowed hard at the sight of her kneeling across from him, her dress bunching up around her thighs.

She pulled the golden loaf of bread and a bread knife from the basket. Her cheeks flushed, aware of his eyes on her, as she cut a slice and coated it in butter.

"I didn't know you made bread," He said, staring at the slice in her outstretched hand. He made no move to take it.

"I'm full of surprises," She grinned.

"Are you sure you want me to eat it?" He asked, eyes flickering between her face and her hand.

"I'm sure that my bread is delicious," She said, wiggling her wrist and pushing it farther toward him.

"I'm nervous," He whispered, searching her face.

Gwyn looked at him for a moment before crawling toward him and climbing into his lap. Azriel blinked, eyebrows raised, as she tore off a piece of the bread and smashed it against his mouth.

"Eat my love bread!" She cried, the ferocity a little terrifying. When he opened his mouth and laughed in spite of himself, she shoved the piece into his mouth.

He kept his eyes locked on hers as he chewed and swallowed, mirth dancing in them, replacing that nervousness.

"I think I like when you tell me what to do," He breathed. Gwyn thought that she could have told him that but she didn't say so.

"Tell me my bread was good," She said instead, looping her arms around his neck.

"It's really good," Azriel relented, taking the bread from her. His free hand splayed across her back.

She leaned against him, tucking her face into her neck while he finished the slice of bread. Her heart hammered wildly and she tried to take quiet deep breaths to calm it. She willed her body to adjust to the feeling of his, his warmth and scent and closeness.

"So you'll be going feral any moment now, right?" She asked after he'd finished and wrapped his arms around her.

"Not unless that's what you want," He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through his chest and into hers. His body already hummed for more but be refused to let it take over. He would drink this in as slowly as he wanted, as slowly as she needed.

"I think I would prefer things to remain civil for now," She answered, daring to pull back and look at him.

"Then that's what you will get," He said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Even just this, just holding her, made his being sing with contentment.

"There are a few rumors I'm curious about, though," She looked up at him through her lashes, a smirk pulling at her lips.

"Rumors?" Azriel's eyebrows ticked upwards.

"Something about wingspan, I think," Her mouth twitched from trying not to grin.

"Oh gods, who told you about that?" He laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Sellyn Drake," Gwyn lied, protecting Nesta from Azriel's scolding.

"You Valkyries and your books," He shook his head, "Any other rumors?"

"Something about your shadows," She said, her voice dropping a note lower. At that, the air between them ignited, all sparks of anticipation.

Azriel held her gaze as a shadow crept up towards her, swirling over the skin between her neck and shoulder. She let out a little gasp, lips parting, a flicker of warmth traveling down the bond.

"You've been thinking about these things?" He asked, just above a whisper.

She blushed, the shade of pink so pretty against her freckles. His body was so warm, skin smooth beneath her fingers.

"Yes," She breathed, leaning in closer, "For a while."

"I've thought about you too," Azriel whispered, and brought his lips to hers.

(!)

Gwyn tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and kissed him back. It was as soft and sweet as their moonlight kiss in the meadow.

But when she pulled back, something in her face had changed. Her pupils widened, her breathing heavy. Azriel tried to ignore the heat in his stomach.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Gwyn warned him, cheeks still rosy,  breathing fast.

"I am an excellent teacher," He grinned, so mischievously that Gwyn could not help her own smile.

Then she kissed him again, open mouthed and hungry. Her hands began to wander as her mouth moved against his. Over his biceps, across his chest, resting on the hollow of his throat. When he brought his hands to rest on her hips, she swept her tongue into his mouth. All the while, the shadows swirled around them, sneaking tastes of Gwyn's skin. Azriel relished the goosebumps and shivers they pulled from her.

The bond pulsed and blood rushed in his ears. He gripped her thighs and pulled her father into his lap, earning a pleased noise from her. She pulled back, darkened eyes searching his, and reached to pull his shirt over his head.

"Are you sure?" Azriel whispered, wrapping a hand around her wrist.

"Yes," Gwyn nearly panted, tugging at the fabric with her free hand. Azriel released his grip and let her toss his shirt to the side.

Then her lips were on his neck, his jaw, tracing his tattoos. Her touch was so gentle, her teeth hungry. His own hands dipped under her bunched skirt, fingers moving up the silky skin of her thighs. She reluctantly removed her mouth from his chest so he could pull her dress away. She helped him tug it off and toss it to the side.

"Gwyneth Berdara," He breathed as he took in the skimpy light blue lingerie set.

"Like it?" She grinned, hands never leaving his skin. His torso was littered with scars and freckles, some interrupting the pattern of those tattoos. She liked it, that she could see those imperfections up close. He seemed less like some expertly carved statue of a god, this way. He was something real beneath her fingers, and he was hers.

The shadowsinger was drinking in the shape of her body, her muscled arms and toned stomach. The lacy bralette, embroidered with stars, barely contained her pale breasts, the thin straps of her panties resting high on her hips and accentuating their curves. Around one thigh, she had tied a white ribbon like a garter.

"You're perfect," He croaked, hands daring higher. He would count every freckle if he could.

"You're gorgeous," Gwyn replied, attempting to lean in again and taste his skin.

Azriel beat her to it, kissing across the swell of her breasts. She arched her back into him, body filling with heat as his fingertips dipped just beneath the waistband of her underwear. The other hand reached up to squeeze her breast hard, the sweet pain of it pulling a moan from her.

"Azriel," She whispered, whimpering as his thumb brushed over her nipple.

Desperate to hear it again, he reached around and unclasped her bra. She slipped her arms through the straps and let it fall away. He took a moment to admire her bare breasts and pink nipples before pulling one into his mouth, flicking with his tongue.

Gwyn rolled her hips against him in response, nails dragging along his shoulders. His lips trailed upwards, and he bit down into the soft skin above her collar bone. He sucked and darkened the mark, soothing with his tongue.

"Touch me," Gwyn whimpered as a shadow curved around the underside of her breast. Another caressed her ear.

"Lay back," Azriel said, his voice low and gravelly. He braced her hips as she shifted backwards and lay down on the blanket.

Azriel bent over her, kissing her feverishly until she pushed him back to catch her breath. He began soft kisses down her body, shadows caressing each mark he left. When he reached her lacy underwear, he locked eyes with her and tugged at the waistband with his teeth.

This was far better than anything she had anticipated. Azriel's honey-colored eyes watching her as he pulled the underwear down her legs and left it forgotten with their other clothes. He trailed kisses over her inner thighs, letting his teeth graze over her skin. He left the ribbon where it was.

Then he paused to admire her center, dripping with arousal. She smelled impossibly sweet.

"Still okay?" He asked, breath tickling her skin.

"Yes," Gwyn gasped, pushing her hips towards him. He grasped her thighs and tossed her knees over his shoulders.

The first swipe of his tongue was bliss. The bond was satisfied, sending her pleasure through to Azriel and echoing back his own warmth and want. She buried her fingers in his dark curls and held back no sounds as he worshipped her.

Azriel soaked in her beautiful voice, light and melodic, humming his name like a song. It only added to his nearly painful arousal but he wanted more of it. So he pushed a finger into her core as he tongue worked against her.

"Fuck," She breathed, fingers digging into his scalp. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, pushing deep into her center. She cried out, grinding her hips against his face as he brought her closer to release. His own hips mindlessly bucked against the blanket.

Her thighs shook around Azriel's head as she came, waves of bliss carrying her away. The bond amplified it all, gilding the world in golden pleasure.

Azriel sat back on his knees, staring down at her. His lips glistened with her orgasm and he couldn't resist the urge to lean down and make her taste it. She kissed him eagerly, pulling his body down into her. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach and she was ready for it. His shadows curled around her legs, kissing her ankles and calves.

"Azriel," She whined, digging her hands under the waistband of his pants to drag his hips against hers.

"Yes, sweet girl?" He purred, licking a stripe up her neck.

"Fuck me. Please."

Azriel let out a low sound and stood,  finally getting rid of his pants. Gwyn watched his cock spring up against his stomach, dripping down the side.

"Damn," She whispered. That wingspan thing was definitely true.

Azriel smirked, kneeling down to shower her body in kisses again.

"Turn over," He said.

Gwyn rolled over and rose up on her hands and knees. He pulled her legs down until she was nearly flat on her stomach, holding herself up with her elbows.

"You tell me if you need to stop? If you need anything at all?"

"I promise," She said, voice full of impatience.

Azriel snaked one arm around her waist and the other reached up to cradle her head and neck. At the first press of his tip against her wet cunt, her breath caught in her throat. The stretch as he pushed into her was a mix of pain and pleasure, releasing a harmony of moans and whimpers from her.

He went slowly, letting her adjust as she needed. Eventually she arched her back and pushed her hips against him, urging him in the rest of the way.

"Okay?" He asked, voice a little shaky from her tight walls around him. He leaned down and let his front press into the curve of her back.

"More than okay," She breathed. He could feel her swallowing hard against the palm that held her throat.

He began a steady rhythm but Gwyn quickly decided it wasn't fast enough. She had hiked a knee farther up on the blanket and cried out at how much father it pushed him into her.

"Good girl," He chuckled in her ear as she rolled her hips back. He gave in to the feverish urge of the bond and picked up his pace.

"Yes," Gwyn whined, her nipples pressed against the blanket adding to her pleasure. The sensation of him dragging in and out of her filled her being. She had no other thoughts but him and the deep sounds he was making in her ear and the way they vibrated through her. The beautiful golden thread pulled tight between them, doubling every feeling.

"You are mine," Gwyn whispered, finally feeling the full impact of the bond, "And I am yours."

Azriel growled, his instincts unleashed by her confession. The shadows snuck underneath Gwyn's body and swirled around her bundle of nerves. The extra stimulation sent her over the edge, and her chant of Azriel's name pulled him with her.

Nothing else existed. Even as their bodies slowed and they caught their breath, the world around them was blissfully far away. It was only Azriel and Gwyn, curled into each other on the picnic blanket. She held one of his hands against her lips, humming happy sounds against it. He could feel her contentment through the bond.

She'd meant what she said. She had given him everything, given herself to him completely. He could feel it, the entirety of her being placed in his hands, the bond like a door wide open to her soul. He willed his own door to open. It was the only thing he could do to make it even. To let her see it all. The good, the bad, the broken. He would give it all to her and hope that someday he might even be worthy.

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