#Silver(OC)

[galaxicalsart]

Silver (he/they)

my son <3

(Please don’t repost, but do reblog!)

[lillyishere]

did a redraw of a piece from 2021! again! og down below~

[fox-daddy]

Watching this all I can imagine is Silver (Kyle's younger brother) trying to explain kiwi slang to Nadia and Kyle while she just sits there like

[pigeonwhumps]

Food

Botanist Whumpee masterlist

Whumpuary number 10: hidden injury | blood | recovery

@whumpuary

Both then and now, Alyssa has some food.

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CWs: captivity, implied torture, starvation/past starvation, creepy whumper

PAST

Alyssa glares up at Beaumont as he saunters downstairs carrying a small bowl. Her ankle's still tied to a ring in the floor and she's fairly certain her foot's broken, she can't actuallly move, but she desperately wants to punch him in his smug little face. Even knowing the likely result, which would be her becoming more bruised and bloodied than she already is.

He looks down at her and smirks. "You're still here then. Good."

"I can't exactly go anywhere, can I? You absolute fucker."

"Oh, come, don't be like that. Many women in your situation would give anything to be kept by a rich man. You don't even have to work! Just stay here and do as I say."

"Get one of those women then. If, as you say, there's plenty who're willing to be starved in your basement by a sadist, take one of them."

"No. It's you I want, Alyssa."

"Fuck you."

"Er, no. Even I wouldn't stoop that low. I'm surprised you're resisting so much though, you look much prettier when you're hurt."

"You're a creep," spits Alyssa. Beaumont shrugs, seemingly unbothered.

"Maybe. But I'm also in control of whether you live or die, so I'd shut up if I were you."

Alyssa glares, heart pounding. She knows how much damage her captor can do, and she doesn't particularly want to anger him when he looks like he might be on the cusp of feeding her for the first time.

"Better. Now, I did promise you some food, back in that alley, and I'm a man of my word. I was going to wait for you to stop being so mouthy first, but you're a little bitch and I've come to the conclusion that you'll die of starvation first. So."

He places the bowl on the concrete floor and she glances at it, stomach twisting with hunger that's becoming more prominent now she can see and smell actual food. She looks up at him incredulously.

"Is this supposed to fill me up?"

"It'll keep you alive. You're not getting anything better until I deem you good enough. I thought you'd be grateful for a meal at all, especially since I went to all the trouble of finding something without sulfites, but I can always leave you for longer…"

"No! No, wait, I'll eat it!" she says frantically, not wanting to lose the food. She'd never have protested like that while on the streets, but it grates, for her stinking rich kidnapper to give her so little and expect her to be grateful for it. "Do I get any cutlery?"

"You haven't earned any. Eat up."

Alyssa keeps her glare on Beaumont as she picks up the bowl and tips it straight down her throat, her stomach cramping at the sudden intake of food, any food, after so long. He looks almost disappointed.

"Well. That's one way to eat it without cutlery. Was hoping to get a better look at you in those tight shorts, but hey, there's plenty of time." Alyssa raises an eyebrow incredulously. He expected her to eat like an animal? "Oh, don't look like that. There's plenty more humiliating ways I could feed you. A sippy cup maybe. Or I could feed you myself, aeroplane-style. Suck it up and deal or I'll do that next time. Is that clear?"

Alyssa nods. Beaumont scowls darkly and rests his steel-capped boot gently on her knee.

"Speak properly or I'll break your kneecap."

She grits her teeth and forces herself to speak politely. "Yes, sir."

"Better. Continue being good like that and I might feed you more." He removes his boot and crouches down in front of her, vile grin inches from her face. "Now. I think it's about time we went over the rules, don't you?"

__

PRESENT

"So. Food. The internet says I should give you soups or stews, since I don't think you've eaten much lately. You're very thin. Am I right about that?" Alyssa nods, watching them hopefully. "Okay. And I think these don't contain sulfites, although they do say 'natural flavourings' on them so I'm not sure. You want to have a look at the ingredients and choose?"

Alyssa nods again, and Silver places both cans on the table. "Take as long as you need. I'm going to make a bed up on the sofa and we can decide who's going to take it later."

"I'll take it," says Alyssa immediately, "if– if you're okay with that."

"Wait until you see my bedmaking skills first before you volunteer like that."

Alyssa shrugs. "It's not cold concrete so whatever it's like, it's still better than I've had in years."

"Just… choose your soup first." It's slightly disturbing, if they're honest, the way she talks so bluntly about her captivity. And what she doesn't say is even more so.

"I'm not going to stop talking like that willingly. You'll have to– to punish me if you want me to stop."

Her voice gets smaller towards the end, as if she's regretting what she's saying, and Silver sighs, joining Alyssa at the table. She shrinks back slightly.

"I didn't realise I'd spoken aloud. I'm not going to punish you, Alyssa. Ever. You carry on talking how you like. You don't even have to stay here, if you don't want to. Just don't go knocking breakable stuff off like a cat to test me and we'll call it good, yeah?"

"I don't get it. Why would you take me in and just… let me live here? You have nothing, why do you want me?"

"I'm not in the habit of kicking people out for no reason. And I have absolutely no intention of turning into my parents."

Alyssa nods. Silver hopes the explanation helped, but they don't know. They're not sure they ever will. They're not sure Alyssa even understands, without knowing anything about their sperm and egg donors, but it's the best they can do.

"Can I have the tomato soup?" she asks quietly.

"Yep. Just let me heat it up."

They take both cans and cross over to the microwave, tipping half of the tomato soup into a pot. "I'll give you half to start with, and you can have more if you're still hungry. Okay?"

_

Alyssa nods again. She gets a whole can of soup? It's clear that Silver intends to heat up at least half, and she still doesn't trust them but it would make sense, wouldn't it, to give her food and gain her trust, then laugh in her face.

If they're lying. If. Because Alyssa… she really doesn't know anymore.

The microwave beeps and Silver takes out the plastic pot, hissing, "ow ow ow hot." They pour the soup into a bowl and drop the pot in the sink, shaking out their hand.

Alyssa snorts. She can't help it. Silver's ridiculous.

They turn and smile. "Never learnt to use tea towels for the microwave. I really should. Go on. Eat up."

They place the bowl and a spoon on the table, and Alyssa perks up. The smell of tomato soup is mouth-watering. She spoons some into her mouth and oh, it's heavenly. Simple and filling and she eats more, unable to stop herself.

"Did Sebastian not feed you, ever?" asks Silver in astonishment. Alyssa shrugs, speaking through a mouthful of the tastiest soup she's ever eaten.

"I got thin gruel when I was good. 'Cept I was hardly ever good enough for him, so."

"Well, you can eat properly here." Alyssa nods, shovelling up another spoonful. "Might want to slow down in case you're sick."

Alyssa pauses for a second, glancing up at Silver warily. They look sincere.

"Haven't had food this good in a long time. 'Sides, that's the last of it."

"That didn't touch the sides. You want some more?"

Alyssa nods, watching through half-lidded eyes as Silver pours the rest into the microwaveable pot. She's feeling warm and better-fed than she has in a long time and she's so, so tired. For once, she doesn't have to appease Beaumont, doesn't have to pay for a stupid perceived offence. She won't be punished for glaring at Beaumont earlier, or throwing up even though it wasn't her fault.

It's so warm here, and it's been so long since she last slept properly.

_

"Hey, Alyssa," begins Silver, before they're interrupted by a thump on wood that makes them spin round, alarmed. "Alyssa?"

They hurry over to where she's slumped over the table, head pressed against it, and are about to shake her shoulder when they hear the snoring.

Oh, Alyssa. She's fast asleep.

It's impressive really. It's not even very warm in here. But they guess she can't have gotten much sleep on a cold, concrete floor. They pad over to the sofa and pick up the blanket, draping it over Alyssa's shoulders. There. A hard chair at the table might not be the most comfortable place to sleep but she's asleep, that's the important thing.

At least they have time to make up that bed on the sofa now. Although there is something they need to do first. They'd have preferred to have done it with Alyssa awake, but there's no help for that now. They cross the room and pull the roll of tin foil and some electrical tape from the drawer.

The expense of wrapping both of Alyssa's bracelets in tape is one they can ill-affford, but it's what needs to be done if they don't want Beaumont to find her. Which they don't. They take her wrist gently and wrap the bracelet (whichever one this is) in extra tin foil, then tape it down, covering it in a thick layer that won't come off easily. Once they're finished the foil's barely peeking out from under the tape, and the bracelet certainly isn't. They repeat the process on her other wrist and smile grimly.

There. Beaumont shouldn't be able to track her now.

[mineashthetrash]

Nightmares.

Progress, thoughts, etc under cut (open for better quality)

sketch and no shading, the nightmares are all on one layer so I can't show them unshaded :(

Silver is the main character in this series (although with how much I draw his brother, you'd think he was a side character). He's got a fucked up wing due to a birth complication, and his mother passed away because of it. This takes place after the climax of the series, where an unstable Puffball confronts him. He uh. Doesn't make it long past that.

Is he REALLY a main character if he's not plagued by nightmares and survivors guilt? :3

[kenchann]

some fave book 7 doodles ✪ ω ✪

[rizdoodls]

The prefect was lucky not to end up propelled into the air...

[silverbelle]

Happy Halloween from a 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ahh pumpkin

No resident evil fan art for now and I’m hoping to start drawing 4 dollar foot commission so I have something to do after quitting my f*ck a$$ job

[billfrancois]

Last night I dreamt that a Legends Celebi game was announced, and in the footage there was a Johtonian Lombre evolution that the player could climb on top of to cross rivers~

[ai-kan1]

Cinderella AU

Junoace au type of day!! The thoughts have been haunting me since last night.... Juno is a fairy that fell in love with a kitchen boy, so he wants to help him get to the ball!! For Ace he works at monstro lounge(being actual restaurant in this au) as a kitchen boy because I think for this circumstance it works better than mean parent and siblings hjgdjk (Bro has to work so he miss out son all the fun)

Im still thinking about Aces ball design but for now I do have Junos design in hand

Some more stuff I drew for it!! Juno Being a fairy I thought turning grim into his familiar would be cute!! (also Wanted to draw grim as a rat cuz those guys are just neat like that

For aces mouse buddies!! decided to use equestrian club guys to fill that role because juno would turn them into horses at some point hjdj

[dibbledoodle]

Brother Gone 😭✨

BRO I KNOW SILVERS MAGIC IS USEFUL BUT

Put it in to actually play in a senairo it’s pretty funny 😂

[kabumisun]

plethoras of random stuff ive drawn before i fully commit to unuversiyty

[lillyishere]

art dump! workin' on stuff for my toy house

[acetrappolad]

nice to meet you, dilah spade!

[pigeonwhumps]

New Home

Whumpuary number 6: hostage | "don't do this" | blurred vision

@whumpuary

Continued from here. Whumpee is now called Alyssa, Caretaker is Silver, and Whumper is Sebastian Beaumont.

Silver brings Alyssa home, and she gets cleaned up.

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CWs: Past captivity, implied starvation, flashback, recovery whump, past non-con touching

Silver unlocks the door to their flat and ushers Alyssa inside.

"Home sweet home. Er, it's not much, but it's not Sebastian Beaumont's." Alyssa shudders as she stands a little way into the hallway, arms around herself, looking small and lost. "Go on, look around. I'm going to sort out the food I nicked."

As Silver heads into the kitchen, they're more conscious than ever about how empty the place is. They don't have the money for much.

Now, what food did they nab? Hmm... well, the tiny bite-sized things aren't all that filling, but they're something more interesting than tinned food.

After a couple of minutes Alyssa wanders in nervously. "It's... um, a nice place you have here. You don't have a basement, right?"

"Nah. What you see here is what you get. I don't have much money to buy, well, anything after rent and bills. I'll make you up a bed somewhere later."

"Thank you," murmurs Alyssa. She's much quieter than she was at the party, and Silver suspects that she doesn't know this sort of situation as well as she knew that one. It saddens them.

"It's no problem. I use they/them pronouns, by the way, since I don't think I mentioned it earlier. Would you like a wash or food first?"

"What, er, would a wash involve?" she asks hesitantly, fiddling with the sleeves of the blazer.

"A bath, since I doubt you can stand enough for a shower. You're kind of wobbly. A warm one," they clarify, seeing the flash of fear in Alyssa's eyes, "and I still have some bubble bath left from Christmas."

"That sounds good. Can you, um, help me with my dress?"

"Sure. Want to move to the bathroom first?"

Alyssa shrugs. "You're the only one here either way."

"Okay." Silver steps behind Whumpee as she takes off their blazer. It's just a zip fastening, but too high up for Alyssa to reach. "I'll undo the zip until it's down far enough that you can do the rest yourself."

"Thanks."

"Mm. Are you allergic to anything?"

"Sulfites. But it's not deadly or anything, it just makes my mouth tingly, I'll eat it. Just– please let me eat."

"Of course I will. Go and have a bath and I'll find you something to eat. Something more solid than those little things."

"You do have a lot of them." Alyssa offers Silver a tentative smile before disappearing down the corridor.

Silver sighs and rests their head on the countertop for a minute. What are they doing? They don't have the resources to take in anyone else.

But they couldn't leave Alyssa. She's got nowhere to go and she's incredibly vulnerable right now, that much is obvious.

They'll just have to stretch what they have some more. Swallow their pride, go back to the food bank maybe. They can make this work. They have to.

Speaking of making it work, they need to find some food with no sulfites. What even does contain sulfites, anyway? They hope they have something.

_

Alyssa turns on the taps and takes off the rest of her dress carefully, avoiding the bracelets. If she knocks the foil off, Beaumont will find her and she's screwed.

She hasn't had privacy in so long, she doesn't trust it. She checks every place she can think of for cameras but there's nothing except a snake plant sitting in the only corner with decent natural light, wilting slightly. She strokes the leaves longingly, wondering if Silver will let her care for it. It's been so long.

But back to more pertinent issues. Is Silver really giving her privacy?

She shakes her head. There's nothing she can do either way. When the bubbles are bubbly enough, she climbs in, already bracing for the ice she knows isn't there.

You want a bath alone, Alyssa? Then you can have one.

Alyssa shudders. At least she's not with Beaumont anymore. She hisses as her knee hits the water, and sinks down under the bubbles until she's barely visible. Just in case.

Alyssa picks up a bright pink bath puff and starts scrubbing her skin hard. She's so dirty, she has been for years, she can feel Beaumont's hands all over her and she doesn't want that, she hates that, she can't stand it, she scrubs harder and harder but everything just turns red, she can still smell Beaumont's house, feel him, smell the blood of the basement, that metallic tang that never came out no matter how much she tried. Her vision blurs and swims and all she can see is Beaumont's light grey, marbled tiles, hear the extraction fan and Beaumont's laughter, feel his hand on her neck, and her breathing speeds up, he's going to push her under again if she's not fast enough, no, and she scrubs and scrubs desperately, rubbing away his touch. It’s like a bur, it sticks and sticks and even when you get it off the feeling won’t leave you. She needs it to be gone.

The scrunchie slips from her hand and she gasps. No. No. She's not finished. She grips the side of the bath hard as someone shakes her.

"–Alyssa? Alyssa!"

"Don't do this, please don't do this, please, I–"

"Hey. Alyssa. It's just me. It's Silver."

Alyssa blinks. It's only Silver's green, cracked tiles in front of her, and when she turns her head she can see Silver behind her. Her arm hurts.

"Hi. When did you– you–"

"I'm sorry for interrupting. I just, I knocked to tell you I was leaving clean clothes outside of the door and you didn't answer. I worried."

"Oh." She feels too vulnerable, and she doesn't like it, looking down. Her arm is a bloody mess. "My arm."

"You freaked out. It's okay. Want me to leave you alone to finish washing?"

"Yeah, but– pass me the scissors first?"

Silver passes them over, and Alyssa hacks at her hair immediately, watching Silver the whole time, daring them to get angry. But they don't.

"Feeling better?"

Alyssa nods. She doesn't want anything that Beaumont liked, she doesn't want hair that can be grabbed in a handful and used to drag or lift her with, she's not having that anymore.

"Great. I'll leave you to it then. Clean clothes are just outside the door."

Alyssa nods again, and once Silver's left she starts carefully wiping under the foil-covered bracelets, the cloth coming away pus-streaked and bloody. It doesn't entirely surprise her – she's been wearing them for years and they chafe when Whumper hangs her by her wrists or drags her around by them.

Dragged. Dragged. Past tense.

Also, they're just so sore.

Still. She might not understand her situation here as much as she did with Beaumont, which scares her, but when she gets out of the bath and dries herself off, dressing in a soft, baggy hoodie and too-long shorts rolled up above the knee, and finds that Silver isn't angrily waiting for her, or expecting her to thank them properly, part of the knot in her chest untangles. She still doesn't trust Silver, but if this is a gilded cage or a trap it's still a big improvement on being with Beaumont. She can at least take the comfort while it lasts.

Silver smiles at her from the kitchen table when she wanders back in. They look more comfortable than they did in formalwear, in a checked shirt thrown over a t-shirt and pyjama bottoms.

"Hey. You still look like shit but it's not quite so bad now. Will you let me bandage your open wounds?"

Alyssa nods and sits down opposite, eyeing the bandages and cream. She appreciates Silver's bluntness about her appearance. They don't seem to prefer her with bruises, which is a nice change.

"Great. Your arm definitely needs a bandage, and your knee. I was gonna do your wrists too, how are they?"

"Infected. Open. I tried to clean them and the flannel got pus on it."

"Ah, shit." Silver motions for her to roll up her sleeve and starts wrapping a bandage around her forearm with gentle fingers. "I have some antibiotic cream, we can use that. The internet says it's good for three months after opening and it's not yet three months. How long have those things been on anyway?"

Alyssa shrugs one shoulder. "Welding them on was one of the first things he did, so. Um. Almost three years, I think."

"Oh, Alyssa, I'm so sorry. "

She shakes her head. "It's over now. It– it is over, right?"

"I promise. Sebastian won't hurt you again. Neither will I." They pause, smoothing over the cool bandage on her wrist. "Can I give you a hug?"

Alyssa freezes, heart pounding. "I– um–"

"You don't have to agree," Silver says quickly, "I just thought you might like one. But it's okay if you don't."

"I– I don't. I don't like people touching me much. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. You let me know if you ever want one. Let's get some food down you, yeah?"

"Um, yes please. Thank you."

And Silver just... smiles at her. Doesn't touch her at all. It's weird. Good, but weird.

She doesn't know what to think of Silver. But she knows that, whatever happens next, she's better off here than with Sebastian Beaumont. She has to be.

[redheadspark]

Miss

Summary - Azriel missed you on his latest mission, and he shows you how much he has missed you

Warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT! This is a SMUT one piece, NO MINORS FROM HERE ON OUT!

A/N - I am no SMUT writer, apologies in advance!

You were right at the peak, beyond close to tipping over and having that euphoria of pleasure consume you once again for the fifth time that night.  But then again, you were wishing not to let go just yet, this was the right amount of pleasure that was now wrapping around your bones and consuming you from the inside out.  All thanks to the Illyrian Spymaster above you who was taking his sweet time fucking you.  

This was his game: the game of Azriel the Shadowsinger of Night Court.

All you could breathe was Azriel, all you could feel was Azriel, and all you could ever experience was Azriel. There was no doubt that this was the best kind of drug that you could ever consume and need in your face life, even after 300 hundred years together as mates.  Azriel snuck into your life, someone you never saw coming when you were introduced by Mor.  There was no instant explosion of lust, nor was it bone dry and unfeeling.  It felt like you were slipping into a warm bath, your muscles unwinding instantly and a sigh of relief on your lips as you two shook hands for the first time.  Although you were friends at first, you both knew deep down that you were going to be connected in some way.

It only took a few years after meeting and building your friendship to feel the bond take place. From there on out, it was game over.

Azriel never stopped his hips, his toned muscles along his backside were working on overdrive as he was having over you while fucking you with such precision laced with intimacy and devotion, it was almost tooth aching.  But this was how Azriel worked when you two were in the throws of pleasure, going in right for the kill at the very beginning and then taking his time later on.  His patience in giving you pleasure could not be measured by any other, though you were not one to complain at all.  If he could, he could keep you on edge for hours on end and still have the drive to make you come undone within seconds.

Azriel was good at this game, and you would let him win every time.

"Oh fuck, my love," He growled against your cheek as his hips were still rolling.  Your legs were parted easily, sore for being spread for some time but now the feeling now a dull ache.  Just feeling his toned muscles and body against your own was enough for you to forget your thighs that were shaking.  His arms braced your head as your arms clung to his shoulders, feeling a bit of his wings as they were tucked against his back.  He kissed your cheek a few times as you were holding on for dear life, hearing him murmur, "I don't think I can ever stop,"

"Fuck…fuck don't stop," You moaned and pleaded as he gave a few hard thrusts, having your eyes roll back as his smile against your jaw was evident.

"I won't ever leave you that long ever again," He swore, engraining it in your skin as you bit your lower lip and moved one of your hands to run into his sweaty locks, "It was too….fuck…too long away from you, from being able to touch you like this…"

As if on cue, he moved one of his hands from being near your head to rubbing your clit, having you moan loudly and curl into him as the pleasure was now heightened to the tenth degree.  You were putty in his hands, and Azriel smirked from feeling you shake once his thumb rubbed your clit slowly and deliberately.  

You both knew you needed this night together, Azriel being away for almost an entire month thanks to Rhysand and his need for Azriel and his Spymaster ability.  Rhysand was on a tour of sorts to the other Courts, his own way of keeping peace with the other High Lords and going over the treaties that were signed.  Rhsyand was more than willing to go on his own, not letting High Lady Feyre come nor their own Nyx.  Feyre was running Night Court without him and Nyx was too young.  If left him having both Cassian and Azriel come along with him, Cassian talking to other army commanders in other courts, and Azrile being a second pair of eyes and ears in those meetings.

You were left alone from your mate for that long month, keeping busy and helping your High Lady.  But you weren't going to lie and say you didn't miss your mate, his company with you, your talks together, and most of all, the intimacy with him.  There was no doubt you two had a healthy sex life, a very healthy one at that.  The jokes from Rhysand and Cassian about Azriel and his high energy in bed were always evident when you and Azriel just got together, though you never let it affect you.  

But you knew those rumors were true when you and Azriel first slept together.  

"Azriel…Az please.." You mewled as his thumb was still rubbing your clit and his hips were still going at a constant cadence that was both filthy and yet touching at the same time.  Azriel knew how to fuck and he fucked well, no matter how many times you two were together like this, he made your heart soar and your moans sound lethal.  This night was no different, Azriel starting off the night instantly as you two made it back to your penthouse home in the city.  Azriel left his hesitance at the door, perching you on the edge of the kitchen island as he sank to his knees and dived in between your legs within seconds.  Shaking and moaning with no shame, you felt yourself cumming within two minutes of him licking into your pussy with just his tongue alone.  Watching your orgasm and your shake on the counter drew more desire from him, his chin still glistening from your release as he then licked his own fingers to have a second round with you.

Another four minutes, you came from his fingers.  Azriel was only warming up.

"Please what, my love?" He asked as he watched your eyes dilated and your lips parted in pleasure as he was still pounding into you slowly and with deep precision, "There is no way I can be done with you when you look and feel like this, beyond words,"  He lightly bit your jawline as you huffed and bit your lower lip, "I can't get enough of you, ever.  Nothing else has ever come close in my love, and I don't want anything else,"

You moaned, both from his words and how on edge you were.  He nuzzled into your cheek for a brief moment, breathing in your scent that was mixed with sex as he leaned back to be sitting on his legs.  Seeing you sprawled on your satin sheets, a gift from Rhysand on your wedding day, blissed out in pleasure with your hair plastered to your neck and cheeks and your eyes wide in love, Azriel thought you were heavenly.  His cock was still nestled deep inside of you, your pussy aching both in intense pleasure and lust as he drank in the sight of you.  He wanted this picture for the rest of his days, Inca se he had to go away again and think of you deep in the night for him to have something to come back to.

This night alone was memorable, fucking you against the shower wall as the water went cold against his back, then taking you from behind on the bathroom floor moments after turning off the water in the shower.  Which led to you two tangled on your bed, you riding him with a new core of desire in your belly.  But this, being pinned under Azriel as he was relentlessly fucking you into the mattress, was beyond words and made you feel like you were floating out of your body. 

Azriel was a pro at this.

"Cauldron, you're breathtaking," He hummed in lust as he was watching you while still perched over you, his cock rock hard inside your pussy as you lazily grinned.  You were still on edge, but that ache was nothing new for you in how he would draw this out for as long as he could to make your orgasm mind-numbingly amazing.  You reached up with one spare hand, Azriel then leaning down to have you cradle his face with your palm.  But your fingers were near his lips, you tracing his Lowe lips to feel how plump they were and you moaned.

"Gods you're divine," You moaned as his hazel eyes drilled into your own.  Without breaking eye contact, he opened his mouth to let two of your fingers slip into his mouth lustfully.  His tongue along your digits, with the wicked grin on his face, was enough to make you scream as his hips were moving again.  It was such a site, Azriel fucking you deeply and with new pent-up energy as he was sucking your fingers made you teeter on edge all over again.  You were so close, the feeling there along your spine and under your eyes as you were now babbling at him, knowing it was a turn-on for him to hear you moan and whimper his name.

"Fuck me…please fuck me….make me cum….make me cum.  Now, Az.  Now….I wanna cum…" You were repeating it like a mantra as he was drilling his hips again and again.  Nothing else was in your head, only the love you had for Azriel and how much he cherished you in his life.  He placed you first in all his choices and decisions as a Spymaster, choosing the less threatening missions and fights just to keep himself safe to come home to him.  How he loved you with both his words and his actions whenever he could.  Azriel felt as if you two being mates was fate for him, meant to be, and nothing would change that for him in his mind. Not even the Cauldron itself would take you away from him.  

And watching you orgasm, howling in pure pleasure and euphoria was enough for Azriel to also fall over the edge.  He felt himself empty inside of you, the sense of love and relief all over his body as his wings shot out in the moment of him summing.  The release, the new layer of love that was unleashed with the both of you, made Azriel almost float to the sky if he could.  

He would choose you over anything, over anyone, in this lifetime or beyond.  

Finally feeling boneless, he collapsed on top of you and held you close, still deep inside of you but not wishing to lose that connection anytime soon.  Holding you close, he breathed you in as your fingers were tracing his arms with the tips of your fingers.  Azriel held you like a jewel, delicately and with possession at the same time, while his lips were pecking along your neck and shoulder.  No matter how many times you two would fuck, there was still the foundation of you two loving each other.

Loving each other through the highs of your life and the lows.  Through the tragedies and the joy.  Azriel loved you with everything in him, you grinning against his head as you finally found your voice.

"If you intended on giving me the best sleep, then you have done well, my love," You said against his forehead.  Ariel laughed, the vibration of his laughter was against your neck as he held you a pinch tighter.

"You bring this side of me out in the best way," He cooed, then moved his head up to be eye to eye with you as your gaze on him lingered with affection.  He paused, looking you over and feeling the sensation of peace between the two of you.  Even in the tossed sheets and deep in the night, you both were back to the solid foundation of your love together.

"I've missed you so," He whispered to you, making your heart flutter as he nuzzled your nose with his.

"Not as much as I missed you," You hummed back, ruffling his hair as he leaned in to kiss you.  

The End