there will never be a perfect time. you will never be 100% ready. the stars will never be 100% aligned for you to study.
so stop waiting for the perfect opportunity, because every opportunity is perfect.
Word count: 3k
Synopsis: Azriel is very particular about his lovers; typically hard-hearted women chosen so they don’t develop an emotional attachment. Reader is one of these lovers, except she’s the sweetest and cheeriest on his roster. This causes Az to begin breaking his rules about intimacy, especially when she unwittingly ends up at his home for work one evening and spends the night.
Warnings: Smut
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Azriel Shadowsinger. Methodical, efficient, focused. Rigid dietary habits, discipline in training, unwavering proficiency in espionage. The spies he trained were held to that level of diligence—hell, even the priestesses he oversaw knew he expected order even in his absence.
That detail orientation carried over to his sex life. The lovers he sought were deliberately chosen to allow him to maintain the level of control he desired. Women that understood what he wanted—how he wanted them. Women that didn’t grow emotionally attached, that understood it was purely a physical transaction. Women that he could keep from his busybody family, situated in parts of Velaris that weren’t in their usual line of frequenting.
Azriel found a positive correlation between softer, sweeter women, and their likelihood to form emotional attachment, and an equally positive correlation between women who fucked rougher, who were colder, more jaded, and their ability to remain unattached. Those who didn’t demand he slept over after, that he take them to dinner.
You were the closest thing to an exception, being the cheeriest on the roster, yet you never displayed any attachment to him. Never looked disappointed when he left without eating breakfast. That was one of the things he liked most about you; you were lively—more than any of his other lovers—so he could enjoy the more girlishly charming, satiating parts you offered, but you stayed within the limit of his preferred emotional detachment. It was like a controlled dosage of indulgence.
would u write a oneshot(or headcanons) abt manon like punishing elide😳? its cause i read your fic jealousy jealousy (which was amazing btw) and i got curios lol. luv u🥰
Bad Kitty
A/N: I LOVE THIS IDEA! Omg Jealousy, Jealousy was def one of my favorite imagines I’ve written, so I’d love to explore the dynamic I set up in that a bit more! Thanks so much for the kind words and the request, anon! <3
CW: Smut! 18+ plz! The sex in this is quite rough, so be warned!
Would u be willing to do a Malide first time fic? only if you're comfortable with it of course🥰
First Time
A/N: Yes! I love this idea! Thanks so much for the request, anon! Also, this requester did give permission for the request to be changed to Manon x reader, so that’s what this fic will be :)
CW: Smut! 18+ plz!
You’re sat on Manon’s bad, lazily making out with the white-haired witch, as you’ve done numerous times before. The two of you had started dating months ago, but had fallen in love years before that. The war hadn’t really allowed any time for relationships, and it wasn’t until the dust had settled that Manon confessed her feelings, and you told her you felt the same.
Manon didn’t do relationships. But, she’d also never been in love before. You changed everything for her. However, you had also never been in a relationship before, and everything was new to you. You told Manon you wanted to take it slow, and of course, she accepted that with no issue. You ended up confessing to her that you were a virgin, worried she’d be disappointed. But, she’d just given you a wicked smirk, and told you that she was happy she’d be the only person to ever touch you in that way, and that she’d wait as long as you needed.
What does your writing process look like?
Okay so I make a cup of Yorkshire tea, then I take my bra off for 💅🏻maximum comfort💅🏻. Then I open the document and try to make sense of my late night writing from the night before. Mull on it while drinking my tea and then make another cup of tea. Then I put on some soothing music (my go-to for writing is the If You Wait album by London Grammar, it really gets me into the zone), then I sort of just write freely for as long as I can concentrate, and then I’ll read back on it/edit. And then to reward myself for all my 💁🏻♀️hard work💁🏻♀️, I make a cup of tea 🫖
surely another trinket will cure me
did you guys know that the hours continue to pass even if you aren’t using them well. I’ll let you know if I discover more
Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post
