#cass x reader

[azsazz]

Hear Me, See Me, Use Me

A/B/O Cassian x Reader

Summary: Cassian is in heat. He won't fuck anything except for you.

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, biting kink, PRIMAL Cassian.

Word Count: 2,012

Notes: No idea what came over me but this is the Cassian I've been needing in my life tbh.

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“Cassian?” your voice slips through the incorrigible thoughts cleaving through his mind. It’s soft, sweet, and a little afraid. He fucking likes that. The brush of your voice in his ears makes the hair clinging to the nape of his neck stand, his back curve, and his painfully raging cock spurt precum onto the pillow he’s fucking wildly. 

His chest heaves and his fingers are curled so tightly into the stiff pillow on his bed that it’s torn. It has served him well thus far, but it’s a poor replacement for your soft cunt he wishes he could plunge himself into. His rut courses through his veins like fire. He’s sweating with it, sharp teeth torn through his lips as he’s tried to get himself off—to take any of the suffering away—pretending the pillow is you.

But it’s not your pliant body. It’s not your smooth skin or your drenched cunt wrapped around his aching cock. There’s none of your pleasure-filled noises ringing around the room as he draws orgasm after orgasm from you, fucking into you as if you are no more than a plaything for him; a home to his cock and his cum, to the babe he desperately wants to fuck into you because he’s recessed into nothing more than that. He has one base need and it’s to plant a child in you and raise it to be another strong alpha, just like him. He has succumbed to his most rudimentary, primal needs. And he needs to fuck. And he needs to fuck you. Right now.

He’s fucking hearing things now, he realizes. You’re not really here, as Azriel’s already told him. The shadowsinger walked in on him while he’d been mid-fuck, rutting into his bed like a shameless teenager getting hard for the first time. You were in with another alpha, helping them through their heat, Az had recounted carefully. His stance was braced in the doorway, ready should Cassian leap off of the bed and come at him like the rabid beast he’s acting like at the news.

Cassian had seen red after that, banishing Azriel from his room. He’d all but clawed the paint off of the walls, destroying nearly every piece of furniture in the room. Carnage surrounds him from where he’s curled over the pillow, almost seeming to smother it with that large body of his. The sight of it makes your cunt clench, wetness dampening your panties. For a fleeting moment, you’re frozen, heart racing as you watch the way Cassian’s powerful body moves. You imagine yourself held down to the bed like that as he breeds you, filling you with so much of his seed there’s no way a babe won’t take.

And you wouldn’t want him to be soft with you, not like the last alpha you helped had been. You don’t want kind words and soft kisses, you want to feel Cassian’s sharp teeth gnashing at your neck, marking you, scenting you, filling you for all to see. You want to bear his litter, you want to slide to your knees before him, never part from him or his long, shiny length.

Shit. Maybe your heat has come early. 

Your scent reaches him. You can see it in the way his back spine straightens and his thrusts into the quickly disintegrating pillow halt. Feathers line the bed—the poor piece of fabric has taken quite the beating. You swallow thickly, wondering if your cunt will be able to survive the raw, primal actions of Cassian on his rut.

You clench your thighs at the thought, and Cassian slowly turns around. 

His hazel eyes are all black, pupils so dilated you wonder if he can even see or if you’re just a blur. Most of the faelights did not escape his wrath, except for the one glowing dimly on the floor, surrounded by splinters of wood from the armoire, or was it a weapons rack? His favorite chair?

“Cassian,” you breathe again, and his trance breaks.

He stumbles through the disaster he’s made. Cassian doesn’t care if he steps on debris from his rage, his attention is locked on you and his raging cock that stands stiff from his body, bobbing with each step. He’s so full of need he can hardly stand straight, spine curled as he towers over you, hot breath on your face, you sweetness on his tongue.

“This isn’t real,” he murmurs in disbelief. You’re not here, you can’t be, you’re supposed to be helping someone else. Cassian’s lips part and he takes a heavy inhale. You’re not intimidated by his presence, even this far into his rut, but you might be once he catches a whiff of the last alpha you were helping on your scent. He growls, harsh and low, fingers curling into fists and your body coils on its own accord, but Cassian only snarls. “Mine.”

You squeak as he scoops you into his arms, slamming and turning the lock behind you. His hands are everywhere, holding you with ease as they work your way through your clothes, tearing from your body as he makes his way towards the already destroyed bed, one leg kicked off, but the mattress is still good, and he doesn’t care if he takes you on the fucking floor or against the wall or in the fucking bathing room connected to his space, he needs you desperately.

“You’re here,” Cassian says, palming your exposed breasts. Your clothes are nothing but scraps now, but you don’t have the slightest care in the world as his bare body presses flush to yours, pinning you to the mattress. His cock is heavy and hot against your soaking cunt, and he doesn’t hesitate to push in. He’s hardly in his right mind, this you know, but he feels so good, stretching your tight cunt with a growl that has your body relaxing into the plush bed beneath you, one filled with such protectiveness, the noise is one laying claim to you. 

“Yes, alpha,” you agree, gasping as he presses all the way in. Cassian’s hands are planted on either side of your head and his head is buried in the side of your neck scenting and marking you as he pleases. He’s not gentle as he slips in, nor when he pulls back out and fucks his way back in again. But the noises of encouragement he’s drawing from you fill him with pride anyway. 

Gods, does he want you. He wants to fucking chain you up with the thickest, most warded pieces of ropes of cuffs he can find. If he could detach himself from your writhing body right now he’d go for his belts, strapping each of your limbs to the four posters of his bed until he can find something stronger. 

He wants to fill you up with his cum, eat it out of you and spit it back into that tight cunt while he waits for his cock to grow again. It won’t take much, you touch and taste and smell is fucking intoxicating. He wants to see your stomach swollen with his seed, his litter, his pups. He hooks his hands in the bend of your knees, lifting them so he can fuck himself deeper. 

Cassian’s fingers dig into your skin and you moan loudly. His cock stretches you, fills your body perfectly. You squint your eyes open, but he’s not looking at your face. The blacks of his eyes are setted on your lower stomach, where he watches your body poke with his cock as he jerks into you. Your gaze dips lower, watching the press of his cock inside of you. It sends shivers zipping up your spine and you melt into the bed, growing wetter with need.

He wants to take care of you too. Keep everyone away from you so that you’re all he sees. All you smell and taste. No one is allowed near you. Not after this.

“You’re mine, you hear that?” he growls, using his alpha voice. He knows it’ll make you submit, but you’re well on your way, arching up into him as your cunt chokes his cock, cumming with such pleasure your vision whites out. Cassian doesn’t slow, he speeds his motions, prolonging your orgasm. 

You look ethereal while you cum, fingers clawing into his skin, the marks he’s already left on your neck shining bright. Your mouth is slack with euphoria but your body is tightly wound against him, as if trying to absorb his entire being into your soul. 

“That’s my girl,” Cassian praises, but it still sounds like a threat. In fact, the other side of your neck isn’t looking marked enough. Blood dribbles down onto his sheets and he dives forward, lapping it up. You moan weakly, his tongue rough against your sensitive skin. The noise sharpens into a cry when he sinks his teeth into your flesh, following the same strokes of his cock as he gnaws at your body. “So hungry for my cock, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, alpha,” you pant. You can feel his knot growing, dragging inside your walls. It heightens every feeling coursing through your body. The room is hot with sex and Cassian’s body covers you so thoroughly you can hardly even breathe in the best way. 

“Want my pups, don’t you, you greedy little omega?” he asks, but it’s not really a question. He’s spewing his inner thoughts, too far into his alpha headspace to notice. Maybe you’re not even here in his mind, maybe he would’ve acted this way with any omega he’d cross paths with, with how long he tried to stave off his rut. 

No, you scold yourself, clinging to him. The thundering of his heart against your chest is reassuring. Azriel came to find you himself, said that Cass wouldn’t have an omega if it weren’t you, even if it killed him.

Both Rhysand and Azriel had been on standby, the High Lord and the shadowsinger willing to see Cassian through his rut, even though they’re alphas themselves. The three of them have been through too much not to be able to see one another like this and help if needed. 

But luck was on the shadowsinger’s side, as he found you just as you were to set off into the night, freshly showered from the rut you’d seen another alpha through. He’d told you the predicament, and as tired as you were, the opportunity to not only see but assist Cassian through that torture of his own was a dream come true. Your body had been begging for him ever since you’d laid eyes on him and it made your heat come early back then.

Cassian grunts, knot swelling inside of the warm cavern of your cunt. You are everything he imagined and more, and you feel a million times better than that fucking piss poor pillow he’d had to use in your place. But it was worth it, not having another omega. He doesn’t want anyone but you from here on out. He wants you, and so does the alpha trying to claw its way through his skin and into yours. 

“Gonna fill you full of my pups,” he grunts, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he ruts his knot into you. It’s painfully hard, sticking to the walls of your cunt as it tries to attach to your womb, but he’s not had enough of you yet. “You’re going to give me so many. As many as I want, right?”

“Yes,” you moan, because it’s the only thing you can say, the only thing you’ve ever wanted to hear. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“That’s right,” he agrees, shuddering as his cock locks deep in your cunt. His cock spurts, and his body constricts so tightly Cassian squeezes his eyes shut, hooking onto you tightly and rolling you both over so his arms don’t give out and he crushes you with his weight. “Fucking take all my cum, baby. Going to give you so much more of it tonight too.”

#cass x reader #cassian x reader #cassian smut #cassian acotar #acotar #acowar #acomaf #azsazz #a/b/o cassian

[harrystylesfan2686]

Weight

Pairing: Bat boys x Reader

Summary: they comfort you when you're unsure about your body.

Warning: slight body insecurity.

A/N: Just what I think who will react how, to you questioning yourself.

Masterlist

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"Do you think I've gained more weight?" You frown in concentration, looking at the reflection of yourself in the mirror.

"How do you mean?"

"I don't know. It just feels like I've gained more weight. Like, I feel like my stomach and thighs look bigger than before."

Cassian:

You yelp out as a pair of arms lift you in the air without notice. Cassian tucks you into him with a hand behind your back and one behind your knees. Your hands wrap his neck as instinct.

"What are you doing?!" Your wide eyes search his face for explanation but only find a smirk starting to form.

"What you said you've gained weight, I'm just checking." He lifts you once in exaggeration and you yell at him again, holding him tighter. "I think it's the same."

"Put me down now!" You pinch his arm but are unable to stop the smile forming at your lips.

"Nah. Only if you give me a kiss." He pouts his lips and you laugh. Rolling your eyes you kiss him and he forces his tougne past you lips, deepening the kiss.

Let's just say, he doesn't put you down all night.

Rhysand:

His arms wrap around you middle and he rests his chin on your shoulder, silently looking over you. "Maybe but who cares? Are you upset about?"

"I don't know... I'm not sure what I feel about it. Do you think it's bad? Maybe I should lose a little?" You turn around to look at him and rest your arms on his shoulders.

"No. It's not bad at all. I still love you, doesn't matter if you've put on weight." He smirks and you sense that he is about to say something crazy. "Besides, more skin for my hands to cover." His hands squeeze you butt for emphasis.

"Shameless flirt." You laugh and rest your lips to him in a innocent kiss.

Azriel:

His hands slide up your hands as he trails kisses down your neck and shoulder. You smile at him from your reflection.

"Maybe you have, but I don't care. I love you for you. I will never care about your weight as long as you're comfortable with it, love. You could turn into a ball and I would still love you." You laugh. He kisses your cheek and turns you to him, looking into your eyes he asks,"Are you comfortable with it?"

You smile. "Yes, I am." He smiles too and you wrap your arms around his neck while he, your waist. He kisses the inside of you arm and you whisper,"I love you."

He leaves small kisses all over your face. "I love you too, my love, always."

He spends the entire night showing you just how much.

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[redbleedingrose]

okay first, this one is going to be for my chunky girlies, i’ve been thinking about how much he loves how round your belly is, how nice it feels to just caress while spooning or hugging you from behind, or pressed against his rock hard torso. he could find so much comfort (and lust) in your plush build, you can’t even fathom how much this male worships the ground you walk on bc of your looks. your thighs? need to be wrapped around his face at all times, or else he will cry. your belly? either in his face, or pressed against him, or in his hands. i am firmly convinced that this male loves to just rest his large ass hand on your tummy when ever you two are with people. he squishes it, rubs it soothingly when your sad (or he is), bites it a lil, blows raspberries on it to be goofy and a pain in the ass, traces your stretch marks absentmindedly wigh admiration after sex. cassian just really loves his chubby girl okay?

Cassian is a chubby girl lover fs, no doubt in my mind, forever and always

18+ NSFW

Cassian lives in my mind forever.

IDK why, but Cass truly is the bat boy that I think would love chubby girls the most. OFC Rhys and Az would too, but Cassian lives for the chub. He lives for your plush belly, constantly rubbing it and patting on it. His left hand practically lives on your belly, with his arm wrapped around your waist and holding you right at the plush. The warmth is a constant presence there and it just makes you feel utterly protected. He cannot get enough of how your belly rounds against his hand and how soft you feel.

Any time he can get your shirt off, he will. “Jus’ for a little bit baby, lemme see you,” and “wanna feel you s’bad sweetheart,” and “so gorgeous f’me sweet girl” and “look how stunning’ you are pretty.” He has multiple reasons for doing this. First, he loves randomly bending down and blowing raspberries on your belly to make you laugh. This male has also spent every second memorizing your stretch marks, staring at them honestly makes him go feral. Second, the general loves running his hands against them, the callouses just brushing over your soft skin and feeling the small ridges that come with stretch marks. He spends a lot of time kissing each and every stretch mark and making sure that you know how much he adores them.

After a long day, he loves to stuff his face into your belly. It is his comfort spot. Cass truly gets all grumpy when you have your arms crossed over your midsection to cover yourself and tugs your arms away, “stop that pretty girl, y’know I wanna see you,” and “c’mon sweetheart don’t hide from me,” with the biggest pout because he is the WORST Illyrian baby. He will give you the silent treatment if you don’t let him shove his face into your tummy. “Hmph, gimme tummy time or else…” 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄 It is sometimes the only thing that will lighten his mood. Sometimes he will throw you over his shoulder, regardless of whatever you are doing, wether it is cooking or cleaning or reading or doing your makeup, if he is grumpy, you will be thrown over his shoulder and he will be landing a smack to your ass as he carries you over to your bedroom, tossing you onto the bed, quickly climbing over you and shoving your shirt up so he can stuff his face into your belly, forcing your hands into his hair and then shoving his arms around your waist as he grumbles about how, “Az is bein a lil’ bitch, won’t go sledding down the mountain range w’me.” And all you can do is grin and stroke his hair while he rants about, “Yeah sure its ‘dangerous’ and ‘irresponsible,’ but c’mon it’s fun and we can use the sleds that are stuffed in the shed of the cabin. Sure those sleds are centuries old and fallin apart and will probably break as we go down the hill and get us killed, but at least it would be fun. HMPH.” You silently thank Azriel for being the rational one of the two while cooing down at your pouty mate and letting him bite softly are ur chub and kiss your stretch marks to calm himself.

Cass thinks you are the softest and warmest being ever. He constantly wants you close by to let your heat radiate off you, or because he wants to hold you. His love language is touch and he will show you that forevermore. Holding hands is a must, your hands barely fit into his, literally his hand can make a fist around yours because of the size difference, but he loves when you grab at his palm or a couple of his fingers. You are running your fingers along his hands and feeling at each of the callouses and bruised knuckles from training, and you bring his hands up for a smooch to his palm every so often that has his entire being flush. He also loves to guide you, resting his hand against your back to direct you through a crowd or in a certain direction. It settles him to know that he can take care of you in every way. Truly, when you are with him, you have no concerns because you know that he will protect and love you more than anyone else ever could. He also plays with your hair on a constant basis, pushing tendrils back behind your ear whenever he kisses your chubby cheeks or plants a kiss on those pouty lips whenever he gets cuteness aggression towards you and squeezes your cheeks and pulls you in for a million smooches all over your face and neck. He braids your hair into traditional Illyrian braids just like how his mother used to braid her hair and he thinks you look breathtaking.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOUR THIGHS. IF YOU HAVE BIG THIGHS??? ITS OVER FOR YOU!!!! CASSIAN WILL NOT LET YOU OUT OF BED WITH THOSE THIGHS!!!!

He wants them wrapped around his face always. His hand will always be resting on your thigh trying to pull you closer to him when you are seated together, and when he can’t pull you any closer because your thigh is fully pressed against his, he will force your leg over his to rest and will stroke your soft skin. Sometimes, he likes to lightly pinch it or smack it so he can watch it jiggle, and others he just likes to have your thigh to squeeze onto. Cass is always leaving marks all over your thighs, whether its from his hands spanking you when he is pounding the living daylights out of you until you are a crying, babbling mess or its from biting your flesh while he spends hours licking and sucking at your cunt. You are guaranteed to always have his mark on your thighs at all times. He loves fucking your thighs too, the soft supple flesh against his hard cock has him spilling all over you, coating you. While we are on the subject, he fucking loves releasing on your tits and tummy. Maybe it is the primal Illyrian male in him, but seeing you marked with his cum immediately has him hardening all over again.

Cass worships the ground you walk on without a doubt. He aches for you at a base level and is thinking about you always. He adores your body and he adores your mind even more. You are without a doubt in his mind, the most perfect being to be created by the gods, you are beautiful inside and out and he will never be able to get enough of you. He often thinks he is undeserving to be blessed with a mate who is as ethereal as the mother herself. He would spend every day the rest of his life proving to you (even though he never has to) how much he loves you. You never have to spend a second doubting that he loves you.

I mean even when he is grumpy that you wont take off your shirt and he is pouting and has his back turned to you with his arms crossed over his chest, he has his foot reaching over to hook around yours to pull you close. The male refuses to make eye contact till you show him your tits but is huffing into your neck and collarbone and planting kisses all over your skin with gentle bites because he can’t ever get enough.

#Cassian x reader #rose rambles #Cassian acotar #Cassian fanfic #cassian x you #cassian x fem!reader #general cassian #Cassian headcanons #acotar fanfic #acotar headcanons #cass x reader

[everydayyoulovemeless]

FNV Companions (+Victor and Yes Man) Ranked From Best to Worst Yandere's

➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » Yandere Themes, Stalking, Manipulation ➼ Genre » Romantic/Platonic, Yandere, Whumpee/Whumper

1. Yes Man wouldn't ever dream of doing anything that you'd dislike. He's always at your beck and call, waiting for any orders he can carry out for you. He's complacent, understanding, and very loyal to you and whatever cause you're aiming for. That alone makes him the best on this list, only downside is that he’s wayyy too obsessive and worship-y.

2. Veronica is so head over heels in love with you that it's almost wholesome? You won't even be able to tell that anything wrong due to how gentle she is with you. She's always getting you gifts, taking you out on dates, and if you ever talked to any of the other Brotherhood members, they'd roll their eyes and say that 'of course they know you, Veronica never stops gushing!'. The only yandere aspect about her is the slight stalking she does whenever you do anything without her.

3. Cass might have a bit of a jealous streak, but she means well. She'd never dream of harming you or anyone you're considerably close to, she'd hate if you had to lose someone you cared for. Instead, she normally relies on her louder personality to scare off any 'competition' she might have. She's more of a bodyguard than a threat, only wanting your safety in the Mojave and you'll sure be getting that when you travel with her.

4. Victor’s honestly pretty chill. The only reason he’s below Cass is that he’s way more likely to ‘get rid’ of someone for your sake. He also, by default, has to be a lot more obsessed with you as he needs that extra motivation to override parts of House’s programming to be able to act in the ways he deems necessary. Such as wandering the Mojave with you instead of staying at his post, and shooting his rockets on his own accord.

5. Arcade isn’t violent, but he is manipulative. The others above him are way more relaxed than he’d ever be, which is why he’s been placed 5th. He’ll always make remarks about how you’re ‘friends’ are all fake, and that he’s the only one you could — the only one you should ever trust and confide in.

6. Raul manages to convince himself that what he's doing is in your best interest, and that's what makes him so dangerous to be around. Everything he does is justified in his mind and he won't be willing to compromise. Everything is on the table with him, whether that be making threats or full-on murder. He's done this all before and he refuses to lose you like he has everyone else, even at the cost of his own life.

7. Lily’s schizophrenia mixed with her fear of losing another one of her grandkids causes her to become incredibly controlling and overprotective over you. She’ll constantly be asking where you’re headed or who you’ve been talking to, worried that you’ll somehow be harmed or corrupted in some way or another. Leo doesn’t help either, in fact, he encourages her behavior because a part of it makes him stronger.

8. Boone doesn’t care how you feel about what he’s doing, he’s still gonna do it. He’s the lowest on this list for a reason, and that reason is he’s the quickest to act with violence. There’s nothing that could ever stop him from pulling out his rifle and taking out whoever it is he wants. He’ll isolate you, injure you, try and keep you complacent with horrific stories. As long as you’re alive, Boone is happy, but that state you’re in doesn’t matter.

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[vee-nvs]

SEARCHING…: BREAK UP PRANK

🏷 — RHYS, CASS, AZ, LUCIEN, TAM | PT. II

📍 — you prank them saying you want to break up

🔖 — fluff, gn! reader, tears, implied modern!au (? - but not necessarily), reader/ y/n is kind mean?, shirtless rhys , cursing, ooc az? i guess.

I. RHYSAND

“can we talk?” you ask when you see him enter the kitchen. you almost gave in when rhys walked in shirtless, only wearing his pijama pants. but you decided to go on with the prank, keeping your eyes on the kettle in front of you – even when he walked behind you, hugging and kissing you in the cheek.

“ ‘course, wanna discuss over breakfast?”

“i think we should break up”

the kitchen was silent for a few seconds before he let go of you and started laughing. loud. really loud.

“what type of reaction is that?”

“sorry, darling, it’s just…” he didn’t manage to finish his sentence, laughing again. 

you weakly punched his shoulder, only causing him to laugh more.

“so you don’t care if i end things?!”

rhys caught his breath, a smile still on his face as he got closer to you again, putting his hands on your hips.

“i know it’s a prank. you would never break up…”

“narcissis…”

“at least, not like this.” he pushed you against his chest, whispering in your ear “not after what we did last night.”

you push him back, going back to preparing the breakfast as you tried to hide your smile.

II. CASSIAN

cass was cooking lunch, his back turned to you in a way that allowed you to see juts how tense he got when he heard you.

“maybe we should break up.”

‘maybe we shouldn’t?!’ he thought to himself, trying to remember any recent arguments or anything that could make you think it would be better if you ended your relationship.

“hm. is it because of that flower vase your mom gave you?” he asked, not making eye contact with you. he didn’t want you to see his expression – how scared he was to loose you.

“no-wait… which vase?”

“oh…” he finally turned to look at you “so, it has nothing to do with it?” he asked as you got up to look at said vase, just now noticing the huge crack it had on its side, with a layer of tape keeping it from falling apart.

“cassian!”

“babe, i swear it was an accident! i was cleaning the house and bumped my elbow in it.” he got closer to you as he explained, arms open to hug you.

you just crossed your arms and rolled your eyes at him. he didn’t got scared by your attitude, still giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“so, why would ya wanna break up with me?”

“it was a prank. didn’t thought it would have this out come”

“and i had a great plan to blame mor over the whole vase situation.”

you tried to hold your laugh at his statement, but he noticed and hugged you, not minding your still crossed arms.

“so… no breaking up?” he asked when he felt you hug him back. you could feel his heart beating anxiously against yourself.

“nah. i never really liked that vase.”

III. AZRIEL

you knew azriel needed a few minutes to turn his brain on after he woke up, so you thought the best moment to prank him would be in the early morning, before he could fully wake up.

it was your best chance.

so when he started moving that morning, trying to bring you closer to him to cuddle, you got up from the bed keeping your back towards him.

“kitten?”

“let’s break up”

“…”

you looked over your shoulder, worried with his silence.

azriel was looking at the bed, a confused expression on his face. he blinked for longer periods, as if to move himself from the sleepiness crowding his mind.

“look, y/n” he called you as he got up “i know i’m not the best at showing my feelings and whatever. but i care about you a lot and… fuck, is there anything i can do to change your mind?”

“oh, az” you jumped on his arms, hugging him.

“er, did you change your mind already?”

“no, silly. it was a prank”

he stepped back, looking at you surprised.

“and you thought it would be a good idea to do it first thing in the morning?”

“c’mon! we both know that you would realize it was a prank at any other situation.”

“you’ll be the death of me” he whispered.

but he hugged you back and there was a smile on his face.

IV. LUCIEN

“we need to talk” you say as soon as he gets home from work.

“not even an ‘welcome back, honey’?” lucien smirked, despise being confused by your sudden ask. it wasn’t like you to receive him this way, without even saying a bare “hi”. just by it, he knew something was off. “can i at least shower first?”

“i think we should break up” you stated, trying your best to keep a straight face.

the only answer you received was lucien’s bag hitting the floor. you didn’t mean to startle him, but you had been trying to make this prank since he got back from his trip last week, but it always slipped your mind. and as you looked at his golden eyes, you wished you hadn’t done it.

“i-is it…” he cleared his throat “is it because of the trips? because i can call jurian…”

“no, lu, it’s just…”

“i know i’ve been distant recently, but…” he quaked, not listening to you, leaving you with only one option. you got up from your sit and walked to him, holding his face and getting on the tip of your toes so you could kiss him – and interrupt his line of thinking.

“sorry, lu. it was a stupid prank. i don’t wanna break up.”

“fuck.” he said, hugging you “stop spending so much time with vassa.”

“haha i promise” you hugged him back.

V. TAMLIN

you knew the last days had been stressful to tamlin, having to meet his father to discuss business-related stuff – and he didn’t exactly enjoyed the family business, or his father for that matter.

still, a part of you thought it would be a good idea to prank him. maybe it would somehow help him relax?

“i want to break up.” you were both having dinner at his place and as you said it, tamlin chocked on his food. “oh, god, you ok?”

you got up and went to him, petting his back.

“ ‘m fine” he murmured between coughs, catching his breath. “i mean, probably not since you want to end things.”

he wasn’t making eye contact with you, but you could see him clenching his fists and hear the bitterness in his voice.

“i wouldn’t want to be part of this mess of a family if i were you too”

now, tamlin sucked at showing feelings and was learning how to communicate better, but you could hear the honest in his voice, how he believed with his whole being that he’s the problem and that you’re better of without him.

so you sat on his lap, taking to your advantage that he had pushed back his chair when he chocked. he was surprised by your action, turning his head up to face you.

you kissed him on the lips, just a peck first and then longer.

“sorry, tam. it was a stupid prank i saw online. shouldn’t have done it.”

he pushed you against him again, his arms strongly hugging your waist.

“don’t do this shit to me” he said against your neck.

“hahaha sorry, babe.”

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[f4irycafe]

⤷ synopsis: you meet rhys at a summer court market.

⤷ request: @starzalign

⤷ wc: 1.2k

⤷ content warning: black!coded reader, fluff, slightly suggestive themes (cause its rhys)

⤷ notes: yes. he needs someone who is just as witty as him, step tf aside feyre. reader is gonna take care of some things. also i don't know what type weird British voice with American and British slang bublefuck i gave the reader but i am entertained LMAO.

adriata was a beautiful city, one that you were thankful you could grow up in. it was one of the more wealthier cities in summer, seeing as how most of the people who lived there had some sort of monetizable craft. tarquin, known for his generosity and views on class structure, often hired regular fae folk to work in the palace in various different positions.

you, however, were not one of said people. you were a fisherman daughter, a rich one, but nowhere near any soft of title or mobility. you lived a comfortable life with your siblings and family, and had little to no troubles in your day to day life.

except for today.

you were at the market, as you always are on a beautiful sunday morning, looking for food to stalk up your reserves with for the coming week. you had bought everything you needed except for one thing. it was a specific kind of spice, one that was shipped from the night court every few months and was always in high demand in summer. you had been haggling with a shopkeeper for ten minutes but to no avail. you had spent most of your money on other necessities for the family, but this one fucking spice was all you really wanted.

"i'll pay you twice the amount of the original spice next week." you said, trying to sound like you weren't begging.

"no can do missy. pay now or no spice." uptight piece of fae shit, you thought to yourself as you continued to grumble about the price in your head. you turned around and moved off to the side, trying to think of a way to get your hands on that damned plant when a shadow appeared in front of you.

"you seem tense," a new voice said. you raised your brow, not accustomed to random strangers speaking to you for no reason. you had to try not to let a smirk come to your face at the sight of this gorgeous male in front of you.

"that shopkeeper is a right bitch i'll tell you that." that pulled a laugh from him as he followed your glare to the stand you had previously been at.

"what? she giving you trouble?" he asked, moving to stand next to you so you could resume your one sided death-glare-match. jesus, he even smelled amazing, and he had a pretty sweet smile. you turned to look at him for a few seconds. his skin was light, and he sported dark hair and light clothes. his whole being seemed to work in opposition of itself. the clothes looked to light for his aura, and his skin was to pale to be of summer origins if not mixed with something from autumn or winter. maybe the black hair was dye?

"i come by that hag's stall every week for the same spice. its a bloody expensive spice, but i pay for it in full everytime. and now when i'm a few coin down she wants to throw a hissy fit and act like i'm not good for the money? she has jokes."

gods, rhys was almost red in the face from keeping in his laughter at this random woman he was standing next to. he had risen early that morning to get a look at adiratas famed morning markets. he had originally planned to get a few things for his cousin and amren before making his way back to the palace. that was before he spotted this wonderfully gorgeous sulking woman standing at the side of a tend and decided he wanted to annoy her. what pulled him towards her, he couldn't say.

"what type of spice is it?"

"anise. its shaped like a little star."

rhys knew the plant, of course he fucking did. it was one of night's biggest plant exports, all the courts wanted a piece of it. rhys found himself faced with two options. option one, he lets the women rant for a while longer before bidding her goodday. or two, he could be a little shit. he obviously went with option two.

"like this?" the man asked. one second, there was nothing in his hand, the next, a few small pieces of the star plant magically appeared in his hand. your eyes nearly buldged out of your head as you quickly scooped them out of his hands and into yours.

at this point, rhys could only assume that you had no idea who he was. for who would be so brave and stupid to wrestle a damned plant out of a high lords hand in the middle of market.

"where in the fuck did you get that from?!" you wondered as you examined the plant. it was real, from what you could see. smelled and looked as real as it could.

"where did i get - this - from?" he asked as he pulled a few more out of his hand.

"oh my gods, stop it. what are you some kind of angel."

"i'm afraid not, just a high lord." rhys took great pleasure in watching your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you looked between him and the plants.

"i knew you looked weird?" you said once you regained your composure.

"well for starters you obviously aren't from here. your clothes look too light for your energy, and your hair is as black as the sky. winter is pale, autumn folk have red hair, spring have blonde and are much more angular in the face. you could be from day or dawn, but it almost feels like you suck in light rather than reflect it. so you must be from night. rhysand, is it?" now it was rhys' turn to be shocked.

"y-yes, that would be correct." stuttuer. you just made the high lord, HIGH LORD, of the night court stuttuer. over you?

"work your fancy little high lord magic for me and get me some more of those star seeds?"

"what will i get out of it." rhys asked as he took a step closer to you. gods he was close, so close that you could hear as he took a breath, could watch his bright purple eyes flit across your face from your eyebrows, to the small scar on your cheek, to your lips, then back to your eyes.

"what do you want out of it?" you challenged. he smiled, making a show of thinking about it for a second before he leveled you a look.

"a date."

"a date?" now it was your turn to stutter.

"you heard me." he pressed on. he held his palm out face up. he glanced down to his hand, your gaze following along, and watched as dozens of plants materialized in his palm out of thin air.

some star seeds in exchange for a date with a high lord? you'd be a fool to say no.

"no." rhys pulled up short. the last time he had been denied by a woman had been hundreds of years ago by amren.

"i beg your pardon?"

"it's gonna take a lot more than a few seeds to get me to go on a date with you. try harder next time." aha, hope.

"next time?" rhys asked as you started to walk away. you didn't give him a response. instead, you gave him one last meaningful look before beginning to walk away.

"wait. how will i find you if i don't know your name?" he asked, in a last ditch attempt to save his pride.

"y/n," you replied, "i'm sure that's all you'll need."

it was.

"until next time, rhysand."

"until next time, y/n."

notes: i like the idea of reader beating rhys at his own game. requests are open for acotar. i'm not taking any cases or az requests right now, ut every other male character is available.

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[twilight-whoree]

Honestly I am so glad that I am going through a supernatural phase later on in life because… knowing how my younger self reacted to twilight IMAGINE her reacting to supernatural…. Best believe I would be keeping salt, silver, and holy water on me at all times thinking I was the long lost Winchester sibling 🙄✋🏽

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[writingramblesandrandomness]

New story alert!

Sorta, I think, who knows. I have been so busy with so much going on and I finally got out of my writer's block. I got some chapters that I need to sit down and post for some other fics, but I'm going to give you guys a teaser to a Supernatural fic I'm working on. It's a Castiel X OC or Reader fic. Let me know what you guys prefer before I get too far into writing it. The story is going to start in Season 4 but will start with some scenes from earlier seasons to set up a big plot point idea that I have. Also, for the record, as of right now; I am on Season 12. I'm going to give you a teaser to one of the prologue parts now :)

1.9 Home:

18-year-old MC stood in the bathroom of her brothers’ motel room, staring at her arms in the mirror. She wore a tank top to see the slowly fading runes and sigils that were on her skin. She felt different, that much was clear; but MC felt as though something was missing, although she wasn’t sure what. The symbols on her skin finally fully faded away and MC felt a rush go through her. She fell to her knees in pain. Her shoulder blades burned as she curled into herself.

MC felt bound, chained, constricted, before the sensation suddenly disappeared and she was left breathing heavily. She drew her knees to her chest, squeezing tightly; what had her dad done to her?

The door to the motel room opened and then Dean’s voice cut through the air. “Whoever’s there better step out with their hands up.”

MC took a deep breath and put on a practiced smile. Her father’s words after they met with the red-haired witch ringing through her head. Don’t let your brothers know what happened, they would try to undo it and ruin everything.

MC walked out of the bathroom, “Hello there, boys, miss me?”

Her brothers put their guns down and Dean pulled her into a tight hug before letting Sam hug her as well. Sam pulled back from his hug. “What are you doing here, I thought you and Dad were still missing?”

MC sighed and sat down on one of the beds, pulling on a flannel. “Dad ditched me today, dropped me off here and then took off. I don’t know where he’s going now. He kept me in the dark with what he was doing, wouldn’t let me call you two.”

“Sorry about that, shorty, but now you get to run with the cooler Winchesters.” Dean forced a smile, but MC saw the worry in his eyes.

“I think you got that backwards. You two now get to run with the cooler Winchester.” Sam and Dean laughed at her retaliation. She smiled, a real one this time, as she laughed with her favorite people in the whole wide world.

Let me know what you guys think!

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[lady-lunaaa]

Light in the Dark

Pairing: Cassian x f!reader

Rating: SFW but minors dni

Warnings: no specific body or gender descriptions except use of pet names "pretty girl" and "princess", mating bond, hurt/comfort and just plain ol' lovey dovey fluff

WC: 1.6k

Summer prompts: outdoors, stream x

Dialogue prompts: "Let's go on an adventure", "Thank you, for tonight" x

a/n: just a lil' something something for my wife @dabilove27 who has Cass brainrot 💙 I hope this scratches some type of emotional itch, next time they're gonna fuck, promise. This is unbeta'd and was written in a couple hours, it probably shows lmao.

Lullaby: link here

Today was a hard day. You couldn't say why, it just was. Everything set your anxiety wheeling, spinning around your mind until it made you dizzy and sick. Your intrusive thoughts spiraled out of control, escalating and growing until they were all you could see, hear, think and feel. As soon as you woke with the fluttering wings of anxiety in your chest and that telltale pressure in your stomach, you wrote the day off.

You avoided everyone in the house, too lost in yourself and that hollow feeling the depression carved out of your chest. You felt bad for avoiding your friends, your family, but you were too tired for their bickering and teasing and the concerned looks you knew they'd give you when your answering smile was too tight and your words too short. Cassian was away today, training early this morning and then business at the Illyrian war camps, no doubt to butt heads with that War Lord dick, Devlon. But when you woke you felt a flicker of reassurance shoot down that bond between you, caressing your soul, soothing. It was also a question, to which you sent back an equally reassuring caress, 'I'm fine'.

Maybe it was a good thing, for him to not have to bear witness to one of your moods. You loved him dearly for always being there for you religiously when you were down, but it also pained you, the thought that your own dark moods might drag him down with you. He always assured you that wasn't the case, but it didn't stop your brain from telling you otherwise. You sighed, a tear rolling down your cheek, and just like that the dam opened. Emotion, pain, blossomed in your chest and lanced through you, and you barely managed to clamp down on the connection between you before you broke. Sob after sob escaped your throat and your thoughts ran rampant about what a terrible person you were, what a terrible Mate you were. Never good enough, always a burden. You don't know how long you lay there crying to yourself, desperately trying to keep your despair from leaking down the bond to your Mate.

At some point you fell asleep, and that was the blessed moment the relentless thoughts and emotions stopped, your mind clearly too tired to antagonise your dreams. It was a warm, calloused hand that woke you, cupping your cheek gently, warming you from the outside in. Your eyelids fluttered in recognition, Cass, the other half of your soul returned. You nuzzled into his palm and gave a small, sleepy smile to your Mate.

"Hey, pretty girl," his deep resonance rumbled through the air between you, from deep in his chest all the way to yours, sinking into your bones and calming your nerves.

"Hey, pretty boy," You teased lightly, your mind already clearer and anxieties dampened, like seeing him immediately put those self-hating words to bed. You opened one eye to peer at him and were greeted with Cass in his casual leathers, weapons and siphons away for the day, and his still-damp hair tied back in a loose bun. He must have come home, found you asleep, and slipped into the adjoining bathing room for a wash. His beauty never ceased to amaze you, every time you saw him those first time butterflies fluttered low in your stomach. His tanned skin looked even darker in the gloom of your shared room, his wings a mere shadow, black against black. And his golden eyes were so bright they almost glowed--your light in the dark.

"Is that so? I prefer to think of myself as rugged, handsome, sexy as all hell; but I'll take pretty. Az will be distraught, that's his specialty." You can't help but smile at your insufferable, cocky, silly Mate, always doing his best to make you smile on cloudy days.

"Oh sure, you're all those things," you hummed, "but you're right, Az is very pretty."

Yours words sent a growl rumbling through Cass, his broad chest deliciously defined in the blank tank that stretched across his pecks alarmingly. Oh, how you loved to rile him up, he always fucked you best when you pushed him.

You laughed, "Okay Okay, I take it all back!"

But apparently, that wasn't enough, if his large hands that reached for you were any indication to go by. He scooped you into his chest as if you weighed nothing, his thick fingers sinking into soft flesh as he tickled you mercilessly. You squealed in alarm and squirmed in his lap, and while you were distracted he rose from the bed and marched over to the balcony that led out into the open air. He drew the curtains and took a step into the outdoors. One wingbeat, and you were airborne.

The feeling never got any less thrilling, the quick ascension into the heavens that made your stomach drop and hair whip around your face fiercely. But within seconds you had leveled out and were gliding through the air peacefully. You were wearing your thick comfort leggings and a white shirt, nothing fancy, but you were glad for the long sleeves that kept the slight bite from the wind at bay.

You sent a thrum of confusion down the bond, and Cass flicked his eyes to yours.

"Let's go an adventure." His lopsided grin was all canines and charm, and your heart tugged, love blossoming anew for the beefy male who held you so firmly in his arms.

You snuggled into his chest, arms tightening around his neck and playing with the loose hairs at his nape, ready to embark on whatever journey he had planned.

You landed in a small clearing that was cut through the middle with a gurgling stream, the sound of water rushing over pebbles filled you with a sense of peace that you had craved all day. You breathed in the fresh evening air, the warm temperature dampened the chill off the water, and the night sky your new home was known for by its people shone brilliantly above. Stars flecked the heavens above, sworls of blue and purple painting the sky, illuminated by the moons glow.

You sighed contentedly as Cass set you down in the grass, joining you moments later. You looked out across the sparkling water before side-eyeing him curiously.

"Why are we here?" You asked quietly.

"Why not? I can't take my lady for a midnight stroll? Is chivalry dead?"

You shoved an elbow into his ribs and he wheezed, cutting you a playful look that turned instantly solemn, those amber eyes full of concern.

"You felt it," You sighed out the statement.

"Was kinda hard not to, I was worried so I came home early."

Guilt tore at your insides and Cassian's pained look told you he felt that too. You played with your fingers, twisting them together nervously.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His usually loud and cocky tone was so gentle and low that it made your heartache. The voice he reserved just for you.

"No. It was just the usual stuff, a bad day is all." You answered honestly, voice a little thick.

"How's that bad day lookin' now?" He asked you, that playfulness returning but still edged with a gentle concern, as he nudged your side with his arm.

"A whole lot better," you smiled up at him earnestly, marvelling in the way his skin gleamed in the moonlight, a sweep of silver across his high cheekbones.

"Can I make it even better than that?"

"Mhm," you nodded at him coyly, "you can hold me."

His eyes sparked, that molten gold igniting, as he happily pulled you closer to him across the earth. You hoped you didn't get grass stains all over your leggings, these were your best bum-around pair. Cass enveloped you in his warm embrace, your back pressed to his muscled chest and his thick arms around your middle. You sat on the bank by the river and let your Mate hold you, thinking about all he did for you, just to cheer you up. He knew exactly what to say to have you giggling and smiling so wide it hurt your cheeks. He knew exactly what to do to take the stress of the day off your shoulders, how to wash it all away and replace it with only love, affection and a shared silence that only lovers can find comfort in.

His chapped lips pressed soft kisses to the back of your neck slowly and his heated skin kept you cozy and warm.

"Thank you," you spoke suddenly, "for tonight."

You tightened your fingers where they laced through his, resting in your lap. He squeezed back firmly and rubbed his cheek where it rested against your own, the act so soft and intimate that your heart swelled.

"Anything for you, Princess."

You turned your head to the side and caught your lips with his, his surprised hum vibrated through your flesh and made it tingle. You allowed him to part your lips with his own and poured yourself into him, giving all of yourself to your Mate after the suffocating loneliness and isolation you inadvertently shared with him earlier. You hoped to erase the bitter taste of the bad feelings for you both with something sweet and light. And Cass accepted. He drank you in, drop by drop, tongue sweeping over yours hungrily.

And as your tongues danced languidly under the stars, he poured all his emotion into the bond that tethered you to him forever more. You opened up the connection completely, absorbing the adoration and contentment and desire he allowed you to feel flowing from him. You wrapped the swirling emotions tightly around yourself, to protect you from hurt, a balm on your heart.

And you took all the love and positivity and affection that you saved up just for him and weaved it around his, strengthening that tether between you that joined your hearts as one. Your Mate. Your light in the dark.

This is for you beautiful wife. Hope it lifts your spirits and gives you the warm fuzzies. Love you always <3

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[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Cass x female!reader

Requested over on Ao3! The prompt I got from this generator

You were headed to the Wizard’s place, holding a small bag in your hands. You were going to visit your girlfriend, Cass, as you figured she would be spending all day inside, working. You were going to get her outside for a bit, as you didn’t exactly think it was healthy sitting inside all day at the computer, working and working with little to no breaks. It just worried you is all.

You walked up to the door and knocked, waiting a few moments before Howell opened the door.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s good to see you. I’m guessing you’re here for Cass?”

“I sure am.”

“She’s in her room like usual. Come in.” Howell moved aside to let you in. You walked inside and the door was shut behind you. Without another word, you walked to Cass’ room, knowing where it was as you’ve been here more than enough times. You knocked on her door before you opened it, and as you suspected, she was at her computer, working on something you had no idea about. You walked into her room, closing the door behind you, and went over to her.

“Hey, Cass.” You spoke up as you hugged her from behind, making her jump a bit and look back at you. She calmed down, seeing it was just you.

“Oh hey, Y/n. What’s up?” She then noticed the small bag in your hand, “what’s in the bag?”

“Well I’m glad you asked, because it is…” You let her go from the hug and grabbed a box of sidewalk chalk out of the bag

“…Chalk? Are you serious, Y/n?”

“Yes, I am!”

“What are we, five?” Cass asked you in a teasing manner, turning her chair around to face you.

“Why not? It’s nice outside and I know all you’re planning on doing is staying in here and working all day. That’s not exactly healthy, Cass.”

“But I’ve got to work, Y/n.”

“That may be true, but you’ve got to have some fun too!” You grabbed her hands and pulled her up out of her chair.

“Come on… please, Cass? You asked, still holding her hands. Seeing as there was no point in arguing with you, she sighed softly in defeat and nodded.

“Alright, fine. But next time, I pick what we do for our next date.”

“Deal!” You grabbed the box of chalk in one hand, still holding one of Cass’ hands, the two of you then walked out of her room and outside. Cass took a moment to realize that you were right: it was nice out today. It wasn’t scorching hot, but it wasn’t freezing cold, either. You went over to the sidewalk, which not many people walk down anyways, and sat down. You looked up at Cass before patting the spot beside you with a smile on your face. Cass playfully rolled her eyes and sat down beside you on the sidewalk. You opened up the box of chalk and grabbed (f/c) from the box, while Cass grabbed a light blue. The two of you were pretty quiet as you doodled on the sidewalk. You noticed her working on something that was pretty intricate, making you tilt your head slightly to see what it was.

“Whatcha working on over there, Cass?”

“You’ll see, Y/n.”

“Oh, okay.” Though you were curious to see what it was she was, you went back to your own sidewalk doodles, which wasn’t much, but you didn’t mind, since it was just chalk, but you did draw up some better doodles than others. Besides, you knew not many people were going to see them, and you were having fun with it, that’s all that matters.

You were brought back from your thoughts as you felt a tap on your shoulder, making you look up from your drawing.

“Alright, you can take a look at it.” Pretty much as soon as those words left her mouth, you scoot closer to see what it was she had been working on. In the most prettiest writing you’ve seen from Cass, was your names together, which almost looked like calligraphy the way it was written.

“This is really pretty, Cass!” You looked over at your girlfriend, your eyes practically having stars in them. Cass rubbed the back of her head in slight embarrassment.

“You really think so? I, uh, can do a bit of calligraphy, but I haven’t done it in so long so I’m glad you like it.”

“This is absolutely beautiful, thank you.” Of course you had grabbed your phone from your pocket and took a picture or two.

“I want to remember this, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, uh, not at all.” If it were anyone else, she would’ve minded, but since it’s you, it’s okay.

“I didn’t know you knew how to do calligraphy. Could you maybe teach me a thing or two sometime?”

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

“Sweet!” However, before you could say anything else, you felt a drop of water on your forehead.

“Huh?” You looked up at the sky, feeling a couple more drops of water on your face.

“Rain? I didn’t think it was supposed to rain today.” You grabbed the box of chalk from the ground, placing the ones you had gotten out back into the box.

“Come on, let’s get back inside. We can watch a movie or something.” Cass grabbed your hand and the two of you head back inside before it started pouring down rain. You decided to head back to her room and watch movies on her computer since you didn’t want to be disturbed by her brothers, though you had a feeling she wouldn’t let them.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks… for getting me outside, I mean. I know I don’t go out much, but that was actually kind of nice.”

“It’s no problem, Cass, and we can do it again another day! Since I still have the box.”

“Cool. For now, let’s just wait for the rain to stop and watch the movie.”

“Sounds good to me.” You two cuddled up under a nice warm blanket as you watched movies for the rest of the evening, until you got tired, in which you moved to rest in bed, cuddling a bit more before falling asleep.

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[azsazz]

Dozen Roses & a Six Pack

Small Town!Cassian x Archeron!Sister Reader

Summary: More heartbreak for small town Cassian because I just can't stop. Based off of the song Dozen Roses & a Six Pack by Cole Swindell.

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1,300

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Cassian sighs when he hits the red light on the corner of Main Street. 

He stares up at the crimson sign staring at him, taunting him, laughing at him.

He wants to pound his fists against the fucking steering wheel. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near this fucking town right now, not on a Friday night, just getting off of work and waiting for all of the drunks of this shithole town to meander their way down here.

Especially not after last night.

His eyes are gritty with exhaustion, fingers blackened by the oil and dirt of his job, permanently embedded underneath his fingernails. His hair was pulled tightly from his face this morning, but now, after eight hours of hard labor, it’s greasy and messy, falling out from the hair tie barely holding it together. He’s so fucking tired. He hadn’t slept at all last night, stomach twisted with worry and his mind running rampant with thoughts of you. 

A pink neon light flickering on in a window to his right catches his attention, ripping his eyes from the stoplight. Flower Shop is written in curly letters, his mine perking up at the idea, calling his name.

When the light turns green he rolls his rusted Bronco through the intersection and pulls it into the ten minute parking spot out front. He cranks the driver’s window up and shuts the engine off, tipping his head back against the seat as the sting returns to his eyes.

This might be his worst idea yet.

It takes a lot more effort than he’d like to lug his body from the car. The streets are quiet for the moment, but they won’t be soon.

He rounds the front of the car, muttering to himself as he makes his way to the door of the shop. “Please don’t be here, please don’t be here—”

The bell jingles as he pulls the door open, stepping inside. The scent of the variety of colorful flowers surrounding him hits him like a truck, thick and heavy in the back of his throat. Pinks, purples, reds, greens…every color he can imagine in different shapes, lengths, and sizes are scattered everywhere. It’s nearly overwhelming. Would be if he didn't know what you liked.

His breath catches in his throat when the young woman working in the shop is called out of the back room by the chime of the bell on the door. His steps falter as he approaches the counter, heart squeezing in his chest in a repeat of the worst pain he’s ever felt in his entire life.

“Hey, Lanie,” he greets, forcing a small smile onto his lips. He wants to turn around and run right out of this fucking shop because looking at Elain Archeron reminds him too much of you.

She offers a gentle smile—one that he doesn’t feel like he deserves—in return. “Hey, Cassian. How are you doing?”

He shrugs a little, swallowing against the tightness of his throat. If he answers it will either be a lie or a beg, so he keeps quiet about that.

Elain offers a knowing look in return. Her big doe eyes are swimming with pity, and Cassian forces his gaze away.

“Can I please have a dozen red, long stemmed roses?” he asks, already reaching for his wallet.

“Sure. I’ll pick out the best ones that we’ve got,” Elain answers, already darting off to the refrigerator where the flowers are kept.

He waits, staring at a spot on the counter, wondering if this is a mistake. He could walk right out that door while Elain is distracted. The bell will alert her of his cowardly departure but he’d already be in his car by then, peeling down the street like hell is at his wheels.

His heart aches in his chest, and he waits.

“How do these look?” She asks when she comes back, holding out the bouquet she’s wrapped and ready to go. There’s a ribbon tied around the stems, holding them all together. It’s your favorite color, too. Of course, Elain would make them look perfect for you, and it’s not the first time she’s helped arrange a bouquet of flowers for you.

“Just perfect,” he answers, though it doesn’t sound as cheerful as he wants. He gives Elain an apologetic look and hands over his card, relieving her of the flowers. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Elain chirps. Always so happy, she is. Why weren’t you ever this content to be in this town? He flinches a little at the thought, biting the inside of his cheek as he returns his credit card to his pocket and signs the receipt. “Hey, Cassian,” she calls when he’s turned away to leave. Cassian looks over his shoulder, at Elain whose eyes have gone hard. He should run, probably. But instead of saying something similar to the way Nesta had chewed him out, she says, “I really think you still have a chance.”

There’s a rock in his throat as he stares her down. The nicest of the four Archeron sisters is rooting for him. Nesta has clearly chosen a side, going to bat for you when she heard the news and ran into Cassian at the grocery store. Feyre’s on the fence about all of it, not wanting to choose a side at all. He’s sure that if Rhysand came back from New York and had faith in him, she would agree.

Cassian nods gratefully at her. He really shouldn’t get his hopes up because he remembers the finality in your tone all too easily from last night. The way you’d had tears running down your face. Your words were shaking but honest and there was no amount of pleading or promises from him that could get you to stay.

The roses burn a hole in the side of his head as he pulls out of the parking spot and back into the street, steadily filling with cars from people getting off work.

Wrapped perfectly, they’re perched in his passenger seat, the seat belt fit snugly around them. That feeling creeps up Cassian’s throat again, the nervous one that has him tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in hopes of releasing the sudden energy his mind’s creating, thinking about you. 

He’s almost out of town and then maybe he can relax. He’ll hide up in his apartment, because no one ever comes around that part of town. It’s the perfect solitude.

He stops at the stop sign. On the corner is the local liquor store, sign pinned up in the window reading Coldest Beer in Town. Cassian swallows. He is thirsty, and the beer will only give him the confidence he needs when he inevitably chooses to make that phone call. 

Coward, his mind screams, as he pulls into the parking lot. Screaming at him as he picks up a six pack, screaming at him when he pays for it and the bottles clank together when he sets it on his seat and makes his way home.

His mind is still a mess when he sits at his table, staring at the roses and beer, how the roses won’t be enough if you pick up the phone, if you forgive him, and the beer might not be enough, if you don’t.

Finally, Cassian picks up his phone, pressing the only number he has favorited, that little star in the corner reminding him of the relationship that shined so bright before he fucked it all up. 

He presses your name, the contact picture updated to one of the most recent ones he can’t stop staring at when he’s alone in his bed at night and all he can think about is you.

Cassian holds his breath as the phone rings.

And rings.

And rings.

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[harrystylesfan2686]

"Truth Or Dare?"

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Another game night. Mor playing cupid.

A/N: thank you so much everyone who read and liked "Whould you rather...?". I love you all very much. This is kind of a second part to that but can be read as a standalone. I hope you fun reading this. 😁😏

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Another day, Another game night.

A whole month passed, and we still haven't gotten free of all the work. I guess rebuilding a whole continent takes time. Cassian's been spending time with Nesta quite a lot lately, giving her training sessions. Even though nothing is going on between them, I can see how they look at each other. Those secret glances and soft touches they give each other.

I hate to admit it but It makes me jealous.

When I told Mor about it, she gave me a confused look. Apparently nobody but me thinks that they have something going on.

So sitting right now, near Cass, I can't focus on anything. My mind constantly goes back to that slight smirk I saw Cassian give Nesta this morning. I push the thoughts away and try to listen to my friends playing.

Somehow, Cass convinced everyone to play truth and dare. He ignored everyone's whines and took out one of rhys's wine bottle that we'd finished. When we tried to talk him out of this game he forced us to sit in a circle, literally.

I sit with Cassian and Amren at either side of me. Azriel and Mor beside them, and Feyre and Rhysand in front of me.

Cassian spun the bottle and the game starts.

"Truth Or Dare?"

"Truth."

"What is the dumbest excuse have you used before to get out plans?"

"I said,"My cat is sick." To get out of a date, knowing very well My date knew I didn't have a cat." Mor laughs.

"Truth."

"What's the longest time you've ever gone without showering?"

"31 hours." Rhys thins his lips and nods. "You're supposed to say the truth." Cass comments. "I am" He narrows his eyes. "You're boring." Rhys rolls his eyes and my lips tug up as we move on.

"Dare."

"Drink a glass of water with 5 spoons of salt."

We all watch in awe when Amren it all with a straight face. No giving any reaction, she puts the glass down on the table and looks at her nails. "This was too easy." Mor quietly picks the glass and drinks the last drop of salt water from it, wincing immediately. "Do you not have taste buds?" Cass's widen eyes moves between her and the glass.

"Truth."

"What is one thing you would stand in line an hour for?"

"New paints." Feyre eyes lit up in excitement.

"Dare."

"Sit in someone's lap." Cassian smirks thinking that'll bother me.

"Mor!" I plop myself on her lap, both of us laughing hysterically as her arms wrap around my stomach. Cassian frowns. He rolls his eyes, huffing and spins the bottle.

"Truth."

"Which was your most embarrassing date?"

"There was this male, Loren or something, we were on a date at this club he told me to meet in. I go there and we have a good time but halfway through the date, this women comes up to him and slaps him with all her might! I'm standing there like," Mor impersonates with brows up, lips rolled in her mouth and continues,"turns out she was his wife." We gasp dramatically and she nods.

"Dare."

"Take off your cloths and dance around in you underwear."

"Oh darling, if you wanted to see me naked you should've just asked." Rhys smirks at cassian and completes his dare.

"Dare."

"Cassian, since you didn't answer your question last time," there it is, that glint in Mor's eyes that indicates choas. "I dare you to kiss Y/N." She grins.

Utter silence. My eyes widen and snap to Mor in shock. Everyone looks at Cassian to see his reaction.

"Oh come on! That's ridiculous!" He throws up his hands. "Uh-uh. Remember the rules, Cassie." Mor teases. I look at cassian silently cursing her for putting us in this situation. I see a bit pink in cassian's cheeks and my eyebrows go up.

Is Cassian blushing?

"F-fine." The slight hitch is his voice does not go unnoticed. He turns to me and my breath grows.

"Can I-," He clears his throat,"Can I kiss you?" He asks in low voice. He wants to make sure I'm alright. The realisation makes blood rush to my cheeks. I silently nod, not trusting my voice.

He leans closer, my eyes constantly switch between his eyes and lips. He stops just before my lips, giving me time to back off. I don't.

His lips touch mine.

I stop breathing.

Our lips rest against each other and my eyes close. His lips surprising soft.

His sighs against me. My mind clears out everything except how well how good it feels to kiss him.

I don't want this to end.

But it ends anyway.

He pulls back and looks into my eyes. I search his, waiting for the regret to come but all I see is awe in them. It makes my stomach flutter. I struggle to breath.

Someone claps. We snap out of whatever trance we seem to be in. I suddenly remember we aren't alone and my face heats. I clear my throat and look down because I can't look at anyone right now.

I just kissed Cassian. In front of everyone.

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My rest of the night is spent in a haze. I can't stop thinking about the kiss we had. I don't care that it was dare and that too of only 5 seconds.

When the game finally ends and we start to descend to rooms, as we wish each other good night, Mor gives me a sly smirk and a wink. My blush doesn't leave my face the whole night.

Cassian walks up to me and I take a deep breath preparing myself to get heartbroken. "Are you OK?" His question catches me off guard.

"Uh-yes. Why?" I stammer.

"Just wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable about before." His gaze dips to my mouth for a second before coming back to my eyes.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not." My faces flushes under his heated gaze.

He opens his mouth but closes immediately, swallowing back whatever he wanted to say.

"Let me walk you to your room?" He finally asks.

"Of course." I smile.

We start to my room, walking beside each other. Not saying anything and just enjoying our company. His hand brushes mine. I prey silently for him to take it in his. He doesn't.

I feel slightly disappointed when we reach my room. I open my door and turn to him.

"This is it, I guess. Good night." I look up at him.

His hand rises and tuck my hair behind my ear. I struggle to breath for the second time tonight. His fingers graze my face, from my cheek to jaw and moving back to his side. "Good night."

I go into my room and close to door, fearing if I stay out too long, I might do something crazy like kiss him again. I lean back against my door and try to even out my breath. My eyes close and head falls, thinking about the events happened tonight. I wait for the sound footsteps moving away, signaling his leave. I don't hear them.

I stand up straight and try to listen more properly but can't hear anything for some reason. I quietly open the door again to find him still standing there. Breathing heavy with heated eyes.

We take out each other in and our eyes meet, both filled with desire.

"Fuck it." He slams his lips to mine.

The force sends me almost falling back but he catches me, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other behind my face. He walks us both into the room. My hand grips his hair and the other on the door, slaming in shut.

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[thatdamfae]

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[everydayyoulovemeless]

Cass SFW Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.2k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Cass usually shows her affection by buying you drinks or punching your shoulder when you do something she's impressed with. Sometimes when the two of you stay late in a bar, she'll lay her head on your shoulder while one of you talks. Cass likes to show affection through the little ways she touches you—subtle and passionate.

B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She's very defensive, always wanting to question the people you plan on working with before you go and sign anything. The friendship would most likely start with you fighting back against the people in the Silver Rush. That showed her that you were there for her just as much as she was going to be there for you.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

No. She'll throw her arm around your waist or shoulders, but she'd rather not get that touchy.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She wants to settle down when she finds a stable job that she enjoys doing, she’ll most likely end up being a brahmin or big horn herder. She's average at cooking, she can fix up something edible, but don't expect her to make anything gourmet. Cass likes to keep things generally organized, but she won’t go out of her way to clean the place up.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She'd just be upfront about it. No point in sugar coating it.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She feels weird about commitment. She'd like to get married, but she's also uncertain about making a big decision like that. She likes to take her time with her partners before making anything official.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Not very. She likes to keep things honest and if you're going to be with her, you're going to need to be able to handle the truth, however harsh it might get.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Her hugs are strong and reassuring, but she’ll only really hug you when you’re sad. It’s more of a way for her to comfort someone rather than a greeting.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It'll take her forever for her to tell you she loves you. She’s too scared of being vulnerable so you’ll have to say it first.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Cass gets jealous quick and isn’t afraid to make that known. If she thinks the other person crossed a line of some sort then she’ll start shoving them around and confronting them.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

She loves just directly kissing you on your lips but would get slightly flustered if you kissed her hands.

L - Little ones (How are they around children?)

Surprisingly sweet? She’s the perfect wine aunt and gives kids solid advice all the time.

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Working usually. Cass likes to get most things done in the mornings and is doing that the second she gets up.

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Drinking and playing caravan. It might just be because she's owned one, but she's stupidly good at the game and loves playing.

O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

If you ask, she’ll probably tell you. It all kinda depends on her mood and whether or not she’s been drinking.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She doesn’t have much patience at all. She likes it when you get straight to the point otherwise she feels you're both just wasting time.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

A little bit of both, Cass remembers things she deems are important like your birthday or your favorite things, but she couldn’t care less to remember where you grew up.

R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She loves traveling with you. To her, there’s nothing better than the two of you giggling and talking to each other as the sun rises over the dunes in the distance.

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Cass is VERY protective and sleeps with a rifle next to her bed just in case anyone barges in thinking they could take either of you on. She’s always on the lookout for any possible danger and is quick to step in front of you if she feels that you’ll get harmed.

T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

You’ll get a little affirmation of sorts and she’ll do most of your chores for you, but she’s not too big on gift-giving.

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Shouting and impatience. Cass has a habit of letting her stress overwhelm her and it can get nasty fast if she doesn't handle it correctly. Outbursts and drinking aren't healthy coping ways and she needs to learn to focus her negative emotions on something else.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She cares about looking presentable whenever she’s going to meet with someone of importance (usually business related), but if she’s just traveling out in the Mojave, she’s not going to care.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, Cass is fairly independent, and nothing would change if you left. She’d feel sad at the loss, but not incomplete.

X - Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She so desperately wants to find someone who'll stick with her for the long run. She feels like she's been running around on her own ever since her mom died and she was left alone, so your relationship with her means more than you could ever understand.

Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Over-sexualization or sexism of any kind whether it be toward her or someone else. She thinks it’s a bunch of bull and doesn’t have time for it.

Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She has a pretty standard and healthy sleep schedule as she prefers to stay on top of things. She goes to bed around 10:30 to 11:00 and wakes up at 6:00.

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𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 ~ ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕩 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤!𝔻𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝔸𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥? 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝔻𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪/𝕊𝕚𝕣 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝔻𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖, ℍ𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕍𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟙.𝟟𝕜

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Y/N L/N. The most beautiful girl on Kildare island. She had silky smooth skin that was almost like porcelain so dainty and delicate she could be shattered and corrupted at any moment and that's just what Rafe Cameron planned to do. Corrupt her and claim her as his. Every time he heard her sickly sweet voice something grew in him, an urge. The urge to take away her innocence, He was like a predator lying in wait for the opportunity to attack. After months of waiting he found the perfect opportunity to strike. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, Mr.L/N had just finished today's Sermon but he and the rest of Y/N's family decided to stay back at the church letting Y/N return home knowing she had some leftover schoolwork to complete. Rafe knew that whenever the L/N's decided to stay at the church every other Sunday they were usually gone for hours upon hours and today would be no different. He watched as she clicked her heels against the pavement on her way back to her car, her long sun dress flowing in the breeze she looked so angelic. It may seem cliche to say it about the Pastor's daughter but Y/N most definitely was an angel sent from heaven above and every single time it cause a strain in Rafe's shorts.

Just as she was about to reach her little blue beetle convertible she felt a hand on her shoulder she was almost sent into a panic when she heard it, heard him and a wave of relief hit her. "Hey darling, can I talk to you for a second?" she felt her heart flutter and a blush creep up her cheeks at the nickname leaving his lips. She took a deep breath before slowly turning around and looking up to meet his piercing blue eyes. "Sure Mr.Cameron, what is it?" 'Mr.Cameron' he chuckled to himself, the two weren't well acquainted other than the occasional small talk at the country club or church other than that even though they were both kooks their paths didn't cross often. "Slow your roll angel, you can call me Rafe, Im only a year older than you no need for all these hotshot titles." He gave her that smile that could have any girl falling into a puddle at his feet and Y/N's legs just about gave out at the sight. She would smile back at him before opening her mouth once more to speak "What did you need to talk to me about?" She looked away trying to avoid his piercing eyes and he smirked. "Just wanted to tell you that you looked really good today" He played with the hem of her sun dress dragging on what he was gonna say "Your dress really compliments your skin...I was wondering maybe if I could take you out to dinner tonight?" Y/N gave him a confused look, Rafe was handsome, really really handsome and he had a reputation with women around the island.

Kooks and Touron women alike, all of them were far more experienced than her. She never held hands, kissed a boy, she never even had a boyfriend and yet here she was standing in front of the Kook King staring dumbfounded because he just asked her to dinner. Noticing her puzzled look he spoke again, "My whole family leaves for the mainland this afternoon so maybe you could come over and I can make you dinner?" "Are you asking me on a date?" a low chuckle left his lips. "Yes angel, I'm asking you on a date."

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Considering how your day started you would've never expected to be in Rafe fucking Cameron's bed, your thighs squeezing his head while you're begging for your release, whines and small "Oh god's" leaving your swollen pink lips. "So I'm God now princess?" he let a chuckle slip out receiving a whine from you as he felt you clench around his fingers. A smirk creeps up on his face "Oh you like that angel? Do you like thinking of me as a god?" a small "Mhm" leaving your mouth. He grabbed ahold of your face making you look down at him "If you're not gonna use your words baby then ill put that mouth to use some other way. Open up. Now." Your jaw practically unhinges at his words as he stands to his full height and spits into your mouth, "Swallow" he shuts your jaw and slaps your face lightly as you swallow his saliva. "Such a good little girl, aren't you doll?" he continues to pump his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, repeatedly hitting the soft spongey spot inside you causing you to let out a loud almost pornographic moan as you clench around his slender fingers one last time before releasing your juices all over his fingers.

"You taste so sweet, like honey." he sucks your release off his fingers and climbs up your body landing a kiss on your lips. Looking up at him with your big doe eyes you ask "What about you?" he lets a laugh slip past his lips "Aren't you just so generous, darling?" you bite your lip and avoid his gaze. "I just...I want you to feel good." a frown crossing over her face. He puts his index finger to his chin almost like he was thinking. "Okay, princess...you want me to feel good? Open up." Y/N hesitated looking up to see Rafe rolling his eyes before reaching his hand up to your face and giving you a light slap. "I thought you were a good girl Y/N. Why are you not following Daddy's orders, Hm?" You begin to feel a blush creep up your neck. "I-I am a good girl...I promise." You frown and he gives you a sly smirk. "Then prove it." You open your mouth slowly and hear him unbuckle his belt before hearing it hit the floor. Your eyes marvel at his visible hard-on showing through his boxers. As he pulls them down you witness his cock slap against his stomach and you begin practically drooling.

"You like what you see sweetness?" You nod slowly, too scared to close your mouth to speak before he walks over to you and slaps his cock against your lips. “Don’t be shy baby…Suck.” You take his cock into your mouth and begin to lightly suckle his tip giving kitten licks here and there before trying to take the whole thing in your mouth. You gag when the tip kisses the back of your throat but try again whilst tears are welling up in your eyes. He weaves his hand into your hair and pulls you off. “Careful Baby. I know you’ve never done this, you’re just a dumb little girl you’re not ready to take it all in that pretty little throat yet.” you nod and pull your mouth off him reaching your hand up to stroke him. You look up to see him flashing you a panty-dropping smile and you feel your arousal gush down your legs once more as you clench your thighs together. Rafe's hand begins to stroke your cheek as you continue to tug on his cock. "You think you're ready to take me baby? You want me to destroy that perfect little pussy?" "Yes sir." He smiles again, "There's my good little girl. Don't worry baby. I won't stop until I've completely corrupted that dumb little head of yours."

He rubs his tip through your soaked folds and the moment his tip bumps your puffy little clit you let out a whine. You whisper out a pathetic "Please." and you notice him shift his gaze to your face. "Please what angel? Tell me what you want." "Wan' you to fuck me sir...take my v-virginity." You swallow harshly and feel him begin to push his fat head inside you. "Relax Darling, Daddy's gonna take good care of his sweet girl." Hearing these words leave his lips your body relaxes and it allows him to bottom out inside you. You felt so full, you've never had anything feel this good. You never even touched yourself in fear that god was watching. "M-move...please need you to move." "Oh yeah? You think you're ready for that baby?" You nod, he begins with slow shallow thrusts that have you arching your back into the air as your hands grip onto his satin sheets. "Oh god." You moan out. "Shhh angel, God's not here. It's just me." His hand reaches up to grip your silver cross that dangles around your dainty little neck before he snatches ahold of the chain and pulls you upwards for a kiss. It's messy. Nothing but tongues and teeth clashing together. His thrusts begin to get more aggressive the sound of sweaty skin slapping together filling the room as you writhe beneath him.

His hand reaches up to draw quick circles on your clit. Who were you to tell him no? It was so swollen and begging for attention. You moan into his mouth, back arching into the air as your pussy begins to clench around him. "My perfect little fucktoy, You're nothing but a stupid little girl. Are you gonna cum baby? How about I fill up your tight little pussy? It's just begging to be filled. Want's me to give you a baby. You want that honey?" He breathes out, His breathing is shaky trying to help you reach your release. "Uhuh." you moan out, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape. "Uhuh, what angel?" He slaps your cheek making your eyes shoot open. "Wan' you to give me a baby. Make me swollen and make me a mommy." he lets out a low groan as you clench around him and your arousal gushes against his cock and your thighs. After about 3 more shallow thrusts he shoots his seed inside you and lays his body on top of you. He slowly pulls his now softening cock out of you. He glances down to see his spend leaking out of you before gathering it on his fingers and fucking it back inside of you. "Gotta keep it in there baby. Make sure you become a mommy." You give him a shaky breath in response as he curls up next to you, stroking your hair out of your face and pecking your cheek. "This means you're mine now baby. My darling angel."

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[missmeinyourbones]

megumi+just the tip B WORD

NSFW 18+. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED FOR INTERACTING. 

cw: AFAB!reader, penetrative sex, aged up characters (as always), slight coercion/dubcon if you squint really hard, megumi is just SO easy to persuade 

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he knows you shouldn’t, knows you can’t. 

megumi knows this, yet he still finds himself teetering on the edge of agreement. 

"please, megumi," your sweet voice sends chills up his spine.

your foot runs up and down his calf as your hips slowly grind into his with purpose. and on any normal day, megumi would be giving in to your pleas the second they left your pretty lips. 

today would be no different, if it wasn't for his best friends sleeping on the couch one room over. 

as your hips clank against his once more, he groans as if it physically hurts him to decline your request (it does). 

"we can't," his voice is strained with what little determination he has left. "i want to, but we can't."

and he swears you’re purring against his skin when your lips dance along the sweet spot just below his ear. 

"i can be quiet," you coo through kisses to the tender skin on his neck, and megumi swallows the saliva rapidly pooling in his mouth. 

his grip on your waist tightens, "it's not about that."

"then why not?"

"because those idiots are a room away," he hisses through a frustrated whisper. 

you can’t help but smile at how worked up he is over a few sweet words and slow touches. you love it—how sensitive he is, how easy it is to get him to cave when it comes to you.

you try to hide your smile through a faux pout. 

"they're asleep," you gently remind him, soft hand reaching down to palm him through his pants, "and like i said, i can be quiet."

i can't, he thinks as he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing your touch when he’s just barely gotten a taste of it. 

through closed eyes, megumi says nothing, because he knows that if he opens his mouth, it won't be to deny you any more than he already has.

and just when he thinks he has one final chance at redeeming himself, your lips find his with a whine. 

"just the tip, at least"

and at your five pathetic words, megumi nearly bursts in his pants.

his groan shakes your chest and sends vibrations straight to your core. checkmate. 

with you know practically riding his torso in anticipation to feel something, you lick his jaw with conviction. "please. need it, need you.”

before you can even look, megumi’s already pulling down his pants to free his leaking cock. 

"shit, okay," he breathlessly agrees before warning, "just the tip though."

you eagerly nod, only half listening to what he says. "mhmm," you mewl, "just wanna feel you."

there’s no need for prep when megumi just barely glides his sticky tip through your folds and pushes himself into you. he lets himself sit in the warmth of your cunt for a moment, before he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, fucking you with no more than his bulbous tip. 

and it feels heavenly. just enough for you to feel his slight stretch, but not enough to fully satisfy that ache in your stomach that needs him planted inside of you. 

you’re a moaning mess from just his tip and still megumi can’t help but seek your praise. 

"g-good?" he chases. 

and you let him. "so good, love you."

and in the heat of the moment, his tip turns into inches, and inches melt into his full length. and before you know it, megumi is buried inside of you as deep as he can go. you’ve completely swallowed him whole with just a few pleas and whimpers. and you can’t help but laugh a little at how easy it was to get him here when just a few moments ago, he was too proper for something as dirty as this. 

he mistakes your giggle for a sob, so his head is quick to snap your way. but when he sees the stupid smile on your face, he shakes his head in disbelief. 

"can you not laugh when i'm fucking you?"

"sorry, i—nnghhh," you're cut off with a brash moan when he snaps his hips a bit harshly. 

that’s what i thought, he stubbornly thinks before returning to his natural pace. 

your moan-filled giggles fill his ear again. he pries his head up from the crook of your neck to look at you, curious to find out what’s so funny about him completely rearranging your guts right now. 

he nudges your nose with his, a silent command for you to open your eyes and look at him. so you do, and the smile that you flash him could make him cum alone. 

"just the tip, huh?"

megumi rolls his eyes, but you don’t miss the smile that creeps across his face before he buries his head in your neck again.

"shut up."

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