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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 5 months

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Paring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Warnings: one mention of sex so MDNI (18+), angst, kidnapping

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You are currently reading chapter 11 of The Roommate Series

A small sigh left your mouth as you packed up your backpack.

You had to go back to campus today to return a few items and you couldn’t help but fight with yourself over doing it right now. You had put it off for a day now, unable to get anything done since Simon had left but eventually you convinced yourself it was best to get it over with sooner rather than later.

Part of you was grateful you had put it off until now. It gave you an excuse to get outside of the house, to stop wallowing in your grief and torturing yourself by staying in Simon’s room all day. You needed a small distraction to ease you back into your life without him for however long he’d be gone.

You placed your hand on your chest and felt the dog togs he left you underneath a shirt of his you put on, and you felt your heart warm.

“You don’t need them?” You had asked on the brink of sleep.

The two of you were laid in bed, finally exhausted from the multiple rounds of sex that lasted well into the night. His fingers drew circles into your lower back while he caressed your face, almost purposefully trying to put you to sleep while he never stopped staring at you.

“I can get new ones.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and your eyes fluttered shut.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and took a deep breath. Instead of dwelling on the memory, you grabbed your backpack and made sure you had everything you needed.

Wallet, keys to the apartment, your phone and the burner phone he left on your desk.

It felt wrong to leave the apartment without announcing where you were going. In your heart he was still here, telling you to be safe on your walk and that he was going to be here when you got back, ready to listen to you or to do whatever you wanted.

Soon, you had to keep telling yourself that. He’d come home soon and for much longer.

You stepped out into the summer air and locked the door behind you. You squinted in the light and stepped onto the sidewalk, ready to start the short journey to campus when a black SUV caught your attention.

It was parked in the driveway of one of the apartments that had been empty for a couple months now. It meant you had new neighbors and for a moment you felt a little relieved that you’d have to introduce yourself to them whenever you saw them out. Though, you did find it strange that they didn’t have any boxes they were moving considering you couldn’t remember seeing the SUV there yesterday.

You excused it that maybe they had a moving truck on the way and started your walk towards campus.

It was uneventful like normal and when you got to the actual university, it was practically a ghost town. You expected that much considering there probably weren’t that many people who took summer classes.

You crossed an empty parking lot to the building you needed to be in.

Your footsteps echoed in the empty hall as you made your way to the elevator. Your mind was elsewhere, focused more on what you would do when you get back to the apartment, how you were probably going to stress clean for the rest of the day when you reached the elevator.

You pressed the button to go up and stepped inside.

The door you came through opened and you watched a man in all black step inside the building. The hallway was short enough you could somewhat make out his face and your eyebrows knitted together when he looked…strangely familiar but you couldn’t place where you had seen him before.

He looked around the hallway before he locked eyes with you. He began to walk towards you but the elevator doors closed.

Was he in one of your classes? No, you knew everyone because of how small they were and he wasn’t one of them. Maybe you’d seen him around campus, but campus was also small and you had never seen him walking around before.

You tried to think where you might have seen him but the elevator doors opened with a ding.

It wasn’t long before you were in the office returning the items you needed to. The silence was anything but comforting for your overactive mind as you placed the files away and returned the keys to their proper spot.

What was Simon doing right now? Was he working or did he have a break? Was he taking care of himself, was he thinking about you right now-

The elevator dinged.

You paused and listened to slow heavy footsteps, as if each step was deliberate. It had to be the man from downstairs since you two were the only ones in the building. You don’t remember being told anyone would be joining you to return any materials, since you were the only one given access to the office.

A strange feeling settled in your stomach and your heart raced a little faster. Your hands went clammy but you weren’t sure why you were nervous all of the sudden as you watched the cloudy office window for his shadow.

The man's silhouette appeared in front of the door for a moment before he stalked further down the hall.

You stayed frozen still, your eyes never leaving the door as you listened to him take careful steps. Your mind searched for answers on why he seemed so familiar and why his presence made you feel scared.

He opened a different door down the hallway before he shut it and a couple seconds later he opened another one, shutting after just a moment before he moved on.

Was he…looking for you?

You slowly put your backpack on, breaking out of the stillness that had taken over you and you shook your head. He was probably just looking for a room and couldn’t find it, maybe he was a new professor trying to gather his bearings.

Something inside you told you that wasn’t the truth but you couldn’t believe it. Why would someone be looking for you? Everyone you knew had your phone number; they could just call you if they wanted to speak with you about something.

You were being paranoid, skittish and you wondered if Simon was rubbing off on you.

You shook your head. You had to stop making yourself anxious for no reason, even if your gut told you otherwise. Your heart still raced as you made your way to the office door, but when you grabbed the handle you hesitated.

“I deal with dangerous people.”

Simon’s words echoed in your mind and you swallowed hard. It was too coincidental, too unlikely. There was no chance someone normal would be following you, let alone someone who Simon dealt with at work, you were just so stressed your mind was racing to worst case scenarios instead of thinking logically.

You were about to open the door when the man’s footsteps got closer. Instinctual fear gripped your throat and you locked the door, quietly back away from it until you were sure he wouldn’t be able to see you through the foggy glass.

His shadow appeared again and your heart went into your throat. You watched as he tried to the door and when he realized it was locked he jiggled it a few times, causing you to clench your jaw.

The man huffed and you watched him pull out a phone. He held it up to his ear and began to speak a language you couldn’t understand, the syllabus falling on deaf ears as your heartbeat took over every other sense in your body.

You needed to get home.

He jiggled the doorknob again and you stepped further back into the office.

You stayed silent, barely breathing as you hoped he would give up on trying to open the door. His words were harsh as if he were frustrated as he landed a swift kick against the door that made you jump and press your shaky hands over your mouth.

It felt like hours before he stepped away from the door. You listened to his footsteps go towards the elevator, heard it ding and before long his voice had disappeared.

You didn’t breathe a sigh of relief as you unlocked the door. You rushed out into the hall and ran towards the stairwell on the other side of the building, far from the elevator.

It took immense self control to open and close the door as softly as you could. You couldn’t risk making that much noise if he really was looking for you. Your mind raced as you quietly rushed down the stairs, trying to find out who he was and what he could possibly want with you. There was nothing remarkable about you, nothing you did or had that someone would want from you.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and you were about to exit into the building when you heard voices.

Voices. One belonged to the man who tried to get into the office and another belonged to a different man, but they both spoke the same language. You couldn’t understand a word but you tried to figure out what it was in case you came across them again in the future. Russian?

It didn’t matter as you heard them get closer to the stairwell. You turned around and opened the outside exit door inside.

You stepped out, carefully closing the door before you rushed towards the front of the building to the empty parking lot. You turned around the corner and your stomach dropped to your feet as intense fear washed over you.

The black SUV was parked just a couple feet from the door.

You were being followed.

Your feet carried you across the parking lot. At first you thought that maybe you could walk fast enough to get past it, to hopefully be out of their sights before they even exited the building but you were wrong. Halfway through the parking lot, you glanced behind you to make sure you still had time, and watched them both walk out.

In the split second the three of you spotted each other they ran towards the SUV and you sprinted in the other direction.

Your lungs burned and your chest hurt. Your feet carried you before your mind did as the only thing on your mind was to get back to the safety of your apartment. There was nothing else you could do, no one else you could run to, nowhere else to run to but back home and hope that the slight head start that you had gave you enough time to get there before they caught up to you.

Your neighborhood felt larger than it was, the run back to your apartment felt longer as if the sidewalks were against you in your desperation to make it back. You wished someone was outside, someone was driving by or someone would let you into their house, someone to help you but you didn’t have the time to figure out if they would.

You practically broke down the front door of your apartment. You shoved it closed and locked it, unable to catch your breath as you shook so much you wondered if you’d collapse.

You felt sick as you panicked.

You wanted to call Simon. This counted as an emergency, you knew he’d count it as one but what would he do? He wasn’t here, he was probably in a different country, far from you that something bad would happen by the time he would pick up the phone.

The black SUV stopped in front of the apartment and your mind went to Simon’s gun.

You had no idea how to use, fuck you should’ve let him teach you, but maybe it would be enough to deter them. Maybe they would hesitate to try to break through the doors while you called the cops if you told them you had a gun.

You didn’t think twice as you threw down your backpack and rushed to Simon’s room. You weren’t sure exactly what you would do as soon as you got ahold of his gun but you hoped you wouldn’t have to use it; it had to be enough to just hold it, it had to be.

You opened his bedroom door and froze.

A man sat on the edge of Simon’s bed and met your eyes. He sat there calm and collected as if he hadn’t broken into your apartment, his sharp eyes stared at you with a sort of cold indifference as if he had been inconvenienced. He wore all black just like the others and in his lap was Simon’s gun.

You didn't know what to do. A stranger was in your house, strangers were outside your door and the only weapon you could use for self defense was in the hands of the person who broke into your house.

At that moment you wondered if you were going to die here or if this was going to be the last time you ever saw daylight.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” The man warned, no, threatened you with the tilt of the gun.

It was a mistake but you ran.

You ran back into the living, scared out of your mind because all you could think about was the fact that you were trapped inside the one place you thought was the safest. You were like an animal trapped in a hunter’s cage, prey to men you had no idea what their intentions were.

The front door was kicked down and the two men stepped inside.

You finally got a good look at their faces and you realized with horror that you recognized them from the restaurant that Simon had taken you on your first date together.

They had been watching you this entire time.

You were about to run to the back door when the man from Simon’s room rushed up to you and smacked the gun against your head, knocking you out cold.

Link to part 12

A/N: oops! As if things can't get any worse lol anyway hoped you guys liked it (remember there will be a happy ending)

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jeannineee · 11 months

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Hii it’s me again I’m sorry I just had an addition or a new idea for the Azriel x powerful female reader. Maybe like a ball or smth were they both mostly ignore each other and reader dances with another male character and Azriel takes her to a more quiet place after and then they talk it out which maybe ends in a smut. I’m sorry I’m having many ideas at 3am

Truth

Azriel x Reader

a/n: y’all are really trying to make Azriel take Cassian’s spot as my favorite batboy w/ these ideas. Also, y’all can send in requests for Crescent City and ToG too!! Also small ToG reference at the end lolol. Apologies for any grammar errors, I was tired when I wrote this.

warnings: suggestive throughout, and nsfw towards the end. (18+ please.)

You’ve held nothing but contempt in your heart for the decade that you’ve known the High Lord’s shadowsinger.

When Rhysand invited you into his Inner Circle as an advisor, you hadn’t expected to meet the man you hate most in this world. The man who also happened to be your mate.

Azriel. Stoic. Efficient. Unreadable. Unbearable. Condescending. Infuriating.

The rest of the Inner Circle were shocked to see Azriel’s normally cool, calm demeanor shatter each time you were near. You’d bicker, sneer and snarl at one another on a good day. On a bad day? No one wanted to be near either one of you.

You’d never really taken the time to consider where your loathing of Azriel stemmed from, nor did you care.

But that damned mating bond? That only made things worse. The idea that the Cauldron wanted the two of you together was laughable, to say the least.

You couldn’t deny that Azriel was attractive, to be sure. The broad shoulders, the large, powerful arms. The rock-hard abs—

You snapped yourself out of that train of thought, ignoring that bond raging in your chest at merely the thought of him. It was replaced with frustration as you continued readying yourself for the night.

It was a standard visit to the Hewn City with the Inner Circle. When you met your friends in the foyer of your home, Mor grinned, and Cassian let out a low whistle.

Your dress left little to the imagination. The color complimented your skin; and the dress hugged your body in all the right places. A single breeze though, and you’d be giving the entire Court of Nightmares a good show.

You opened you mouth to speak, but closed it when Azriel appeared between your two friends. You tried to ignore his gaze lingering on your body, tried to ignore how a single look from him made your skin feel like it was on fire.

You noticed Mor stifling a laugh, and you had a sarcastic remark on the tip of your tongue. But it was left unsaid as she suddenly winnowed with you.

Music thrummed throughout the throne room. Guests danced and drank and conversed throughout the space. From the throne, Rhys gave you a friendly nod, and Feyre smiled.

Mor immediately lost herself in the crowd, as did Cassian. Azriel stood beside you, his expression as unfazed as ever. “Do you know what you’re doing tonight?” he asked, voice dripping with disdain as he gave your form a subtle once-over.

You scoffed. “Do you know how to worry about yourself, Azriel?”

“Stop being childish and do your job,” he shot back, his face hardening with anger.

Your lips curled in a snarl, and your vexation worsened as the bond roared in Azriel’s presence. But instead of arguing with him. You straightened yourself out, actually smiling at the shadowsinger.

“You’re right,” you replied sweetly, patting his arm. “I do have a job to do.”

You turned on your heel and made your way into the crowd, intentionally swishing your hips a bit more than normal. You pretended you didn’t feel Azriel’s eyes burning into the back of your head.

After downing a drink with Mor, you danced for a while. In that moment, the bond was little more than a dull ache in your chest. A nuisance, really.

You felt a warm hand brush along your hip, an action that you normally would’ve shied away from. But when you realized that Azriel was intently watching your interaction with this stranger, you decided to play.

The male was lean and tall, with pale skin, and piercing blue eyes. His white hair was perfectly kept. Not your type, but he’ll do.

“What’s your name?” he asked in a low, velvety voice as he casually snaked an arm around your waist.

You wrapped your arms behind the strangers neck, swaying your hips to the beat of the music as you spoke. “Does it matter?”

The stranger gave a feline grin in response. “I suppose not.”

The two of you flirted and danced, and after some time, he asked you to go home with him. You were prepared to turn him down, but confusion painted your expression as the stranger’s eyes grew fearful.

“Leave,” said a cold, lethal voice. Azriel.

The male didn’t need to be told twice. He left immediately, and when you whirled around on Azriel, he has the audacity to be smiling.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you sneered at him.

Azriel’s smirk remained glued onto his lips, and you were half-tempted to smack it away. “We’re leaving,” he stated simply.

You laugh bitterly. “No.”

Azriel’s smirk dropped. The way he looked at you now had heat pooling between your legs, though you’d never admit that to him.

Azriel sighed, clearly impatient. “You can walk out of here with me, or I can throw you over my shoulder, and you still leave with me. Your choice.”

“Fuck you—“

Azriel had you thrown over his shoulder in seconds, winnowing you to the House of Wind.

“Put me down,” You seethed, struggling against the iron grip he had on the back of your thighs.* “Right fucking now.”

Azriel ignored you, walking through the halls until he reached his bedroom. Only then did he finally put you down. His expression was…you’d never seen him like this. His teeth bared, pupils blown. “Were you going to go home with him? With that fucking—“

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped. “I’m leaving.”

You turned to leave his room, but Azriel’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“No you’re not,” Azriel replied, his voice devoid of its previous anger. He yanked you towards him, one of his hands gathering the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you back to meet his fiery gaze.

You wanted to spit in his face, to scream and shove and fight. But you didn’t. The bond rumbled in your chest, like it was calling to him. You wondered if he felt it too. The bond…you needed it. You needed him. And he needed you.

Neither of you spoke. Nothing but a silent understanding as the two of you stared at each other. You were still dressed, yet you’d never felt so naked, so vulnerable.

“Azriel…” his name was a broken whisper on your lips. Was it a warning? A plea? You weren’t sure.

His lips were so close to yours that you could feel his breath. If he tilted his head down just a bit more—

No.

“Let me go,” you pleaded, silently cursing yourself for how weak you felt in that moment. You placed your hands on Azriel’s chest. “Please.”

Azriel didn’t move, didn’t waver as he spoke. “I can’t.”

And that was it. His lips crashed into yours, and the bond took form, surging between the two of you.

His kiss was hot and needy and desperate and everything you’ve ever needed. Your dress was on the floor in seconds, and Azriel laid you onto his bed.

He trailed his lips to your neck, biting and sucking small marks into it; claiming you.

You could feel his cock against your thigh, and you gently bucked your hips up against his, trying to ease the ache between your legs.

“Greedy,” he mumbled against your neck, before pulling back to throw your legs over his shoulders. There was a hunger in Azriel’s eyes, but there was something else there, too. Something softer.

His expression would’ve made you turn your head, if he hadn’t brought one of his hands down to gently grip your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Eyes on me, y/n.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you obeyed, not breaking eye contact as he slowly entered you.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured, running his marred hands along your thighs. “You feel so good, y/n.”

You could only whimper in response, chest heaving as he filled you to the brim. Azriel leaned forward until your knees were against your chest, before unleashing himself.

Azriel pounded into you relentlessly, savoring each of the pretty moans that fell from your lips as the tip of his cock hit your cervix over and over. “This pretty little cunt was made for me,” he growls. “All fucking mine.”

Your hands tightly gripped his biceps—the only stability you had as he brought you closer and closer. “Y-Yes. All yours—fuck, Azriel—all yours.”

Azriel felt his own release approaching, and the way that your walls were squeezing him told him you were right there, too. “Come for me, y/n. Come on my cock.”

Your entire body shuddered as he fucked you through your orgasm, before finishing inside of you.

Azriel released your legs, and they fell limp at his sides. Your bodies were slick with sweat, the only noise in the room being your heavy breathing.

The weight of what the two of you had done finally set in, but you didn’t dare open your mouth.

Azriel meets your gaze again, his eyes softer than they’ve ever been. He knows what you’re thinking.

“We’re—“

“Mates,” you finish his sentence.

You’re both silent for a moment, studying one another, as though you’re both an equation that the other is struggling to solve.

It’s you who breaks the silence. “How do you feel about that?”

Azriel pondered for a moment. “It scared me, before. The idea that someone could be so connected to me.”

“And now?”

“I want to be with you. I think I always have.”

You nodded, you heart swelling at his words. “Me too,” you reply, your voice barely a whisper.

Azriel chuckled. “We were both pretty terrible at expressing that, then.”

He kissed your forehead, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to feel him through the bond. And he did the same.

“We have a lot of time to make up for,” you said, running your hands along his chest.

Azriel smiled. “We have all the time in the world.”

#acotar #female reader #smut #azriel acotar #acotar azriel #acotar smut #azriel x female!reader #azriel x reader #rhysand #Feyre #Cassian acotar #acotar headcanon #azriel shadowsinger #acotar fanfiction

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gabessquishytum · 29 days

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They're using Hob's apartment building for a high fashion photo shoot.

Hob is fascinated by all the hot men and women traipsing around various open spaces of his building. And he may have tried shooting his shot with one or two (or three or four) of them.

Hob is fine with getting shot down by snobby hotness, nothing beats failure, but a try. And then he's sooo glad he was shot down, because the hotest man Hob has ever seen just joined the models and Hob would do anything for a minute of his attention.

Hob does not want to be a creep; so he asks around about the new guy (and while he was shot down for dates, the other models still like Hob enough to talk to him). Hob learns that the new guy is Dream, one of the top models in the world -- Hob knew he recognized him.

While trying to think up a non-creepy approach, the universe does him a solid --- Hob and pretty boy get stuck in the building's old elevator. Hob just back from in gym in his teeny shorts and tits out underarmor (Hob would have preferred to have been dressed in his professor's togs, but with the way Dream is staring,,,,maybe he's winning).

Hob is charming as he can be......and gets a perhaps when he asks pretty boy out. 😍🤩

Omg such a great meet-cute! I love the fact that Dream is the one who ends up staring and starstruck <3

Hob’s tits just really are that good, and Dream deigns to spend time with him for the rest of the shoot. Hob brings proper coffee down from his apartment, plus biscuits (his instinct to feed all these gorgeous but skinny models is definitely showing). Dream sits quietly in between sets while Hob chats about his work and the article he's hoping to get published.

As the shoot comes to an end, Dream seems genuinely bummed that he won't get to hang out with Hob any more (or maybe it's the good coffee that he'll miss). Either way he follows Hob up to his apartment on the last day, lingering in the hallway like he can't quite make up his mind...

He looks at Hob’s chest in his compression shirt and seems to make up his mind.

They don't actually have a date until breakfast the next day. Hob makes scrambled eggs and coffee and pinches himself repeatedly because Dream is sitting at his breakfast bar wearing one of Hob’s larger tank tops and some very tiny briefs. Dream’s pink lips are swollen with kissing, and when Hob looks down at himself he'll see the huge hickey on his left tit. A bold reminder of last night.

He is so glad he tried with Dream. And VERY thankful for his boobs <3

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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xfgpng · 1 year

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𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬, 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 —

— : [ nsfw ] sacrilege, unprotected sex, blasphemy, choking, pet names + mentions of blood

— : wc : 726

church was the only place you truly felt at ease. the other worldly things never mattered to you as you sat in front of the large statue. in times when you heart felt heavy, you’d find yourself in the chapel, speaking only to the man above. you put all your trust in him because he was the one who could save you.

you felt unworthy of his saving grace. growing up in the church, you devoted your time to praise and worship, only making friends with others in your youth groups. you hadn’t even had your first kiss until your first year of college.

“he died for your sins” he’d whisper into your skin, his own hot and sweaty body pressed against yours as he ran his fingers up and down your thighs

“don’t” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut as he rocked into your plaint and soft body. you felt amazing around his cock and it didn’t matter what any scripture had said, he knew the only paradise was between your legs.

“is it not true baby?” he asks, voices gentle and calm as he grabbed your breast, pinching your nipple the way he knew you liked despite you always denying it. he loved you more than you could ever love the god you claimed.

only he could truly make you feel this good. your soft whimpers, loud moans of his name.

eren, eren, eren.

over and over again as he fucked you into your mattresses. much like the imitation blood you’d drink on sunday’s, eren would gladly give up his own for you if you asked him to.

“no temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind” he says, gripping your jaw to look at him. he sees the way tears spring to your pretty eyes, lips pouty as you try to shake your head.

“no” you whine, “please, don’t”

despite that, you’re clenching around him so tightly that he’s worried he would cum just from that. you liked when was filthy, no matter how much you’d deny it.

“and god is faithful, he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear” he grins, amused at how easily swayed you were when it came to him. a mere mortal in the eyes of the lord you served.

“fuck” you arch your back, eyes closing as he thrusts into you. he’s so deep that it feels like he’s in your throat

“but when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it” eren whispers, right into your ear before he’s kissing you hard and sloppy. he moans into your mouth when he feels your nails scratching up his back

the same way the blood of your lord was sacrificed, he remembers the way yours coated his dick the first time he fucked you. that day, eren swears he had seen the light. his head felt dizzy and he could hardly breathe. you called him dramatic, pushing him away lightly but he knows you secretly loved the power you had over him.

“don’t hold back” he begs, grip on your thigh almost painful. your pussy was so wet and the squelching noises as his dick thrusted into you would cause a nun to blush.

“feels.. god— so good” you moan, gripping his bicep to ground yourself. you would never admit that no one, no being, could ever make you feel the way eren did.

he didn’t need you to. he already knew it by the way you’d say his name, the way you’d beg and fuck yourself back when he wasn’t fast enough.

you’d whisper i love yous to him late into the night and he knew how possessive you’d get over him despite claiming to only love your god that way.

“your iniquities have separated you from your god” he whispers, wrapping his hand around your throat and enjoying the way your jaw drops, “your sims have hidden his face from you so that he does not hear”

you moan, pussy spasming around him as he feels you cum, squirting all over his abs and your thighs. he can’t help but chuckle, fucking you through another orgasm as he stalls his own. he needed to see you completely broken underneath him because he was the only one who could put you back together.

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beskarandblasters · 9 months

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okay pls just like SOFT Cass on Niamos before he gets arrested having just a soft beach vacation moment with the reader thank u xoxox

Summer Fling, Don’t Mean a Thing

Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Cassian Andor Masterlist

Author's note: I tried to follow Star Wars lore in this one so you need to know that sunscreen oil = Star Wars version of sunscreen, bathing togs = bathing suits, revnog = alcholic beverage and peezos = poppers/pills

Summary: You're working at Neptune's Resort, a beach front hotel on the planet Niamos. And that's when you meet a mysterious stranger with a lot of credits who calls himself Keef Girgo. What started out as you just showing him his room turns into the best summer romance of your life.

Word count: 7.3k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, drinking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (pull out method lmao), oral sex (male and female receiving) little bit of nipple play, fluff, Cassian being a romantic, semi public sex, drug use, some light jealousy, angst, pet names (sweetheart, baby), no use of y/n

It’s another typical day for you at Neptune’s Resort on Niamos; standing at the front desk and checking people in. It’s the officially busy tourist season for Niamos and you should've had your break forever ago. But the line at the front desk has been endless; a non stop flow of travelers from all corners of the galaxy.

Finally the line is starting to let up. One last guest walks up to your desk and you’re already captivated by him; dark hair, dark eyes and an accent that you can’t quite place where it’s from.

“I’d like a room, please.”

“Sure thing, let me check what our availability is, sir,” you say, scrolling through your holo-pad.

You feel his eyes scanning you as you search for a room for him. And to his luck there’s one left. But it’s one of the most expensive rooms in the whole resort with an ocean front view.

“So we have one room left but it’s four hundred credits a night…”

“That’s okay.”

“Oh, s-sure. Let me get your reservation set up for you.”

You’re surprised. The man in front of you doesn’t look like he comes from money particularly. Yet he’s already pulling out the credits for the first night’s down payment and setting them on the desk.

You slide the credits into your hand and put them in the drawer before returning to the holo-pad to finish setting up his reservation.

“Name?”

“Keef Girgo.”

“And how many nights are you staying?”

“Uh, I don’t really have a set amount of time. At least a week or two.”

You raise an eyebrow before returning your gaze back to the holo-pad.

“Right well this room is available for another week but after that we could move you to a different one if you plan on staying longer.”

He nods and you hand him his key hard.

“Go all the way down the hallway and at the end make a left. It’ll be the first door on your right.”

“Thanks,” he says, taking the key card from your hand.

You walk out from behind the desk, just looking to take your much needed break. But Keef asks, “Oh, are you showing me to my room?” but not in a rude, expectant way; almost like a hopeful tone.

“Oh! S-sure I can show you.”

You lead him down the hallway and feel his gaze all over your backside as you walk. And though you can’t see it, his eyes gravitate to your hips and the way they sway when you walk. You hang a left and stop at his door.

“Well here you are,” you say, turning to face him.

“Thank you,” he says, stepping closer and leaving only a small gap between the two of you. His eyes meet yours before trailing down to your face to your lips.

“Y-you’re welcome. Enjoy your stay! See you around,” you say before walking back to the lobby. You hear the beep of the key card opening his door behind you and you turn to get one last look at him, only hoping to get a glance of him from behind but to your surprise he’s already looking at you. He smiles at you and gives you a small wave. You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment so you turn on your heel and quickly walk away. You walk through the lobby and go down another hallway past the resort gift stop, heading to the break room. The door slides open and you walk inside with a heavy exhale, closing your eyes.

“So who was that?” you hear a voice ask.

Your eyes fly open and you see your coworker, Mara, sitting at a table across the room. You walk over and pull out a chair, sitting down across from her.

“Who?”

“That last guy at the desk! You went down the hallway with him.

“Oh you saw that?”

“Mhm.”

“Just a guest. I was showing him to his room.”

“I didn’t realize you did that for guests,” she says, a smile spreading across her face.

“I don’t! He just… asked?”

“He asked??”

“Sort of? I was just going to my break and he asked if I was showing him to his room.”

“How long is he staying? And what room?”

“At least a week or two. One of the ocean front rooms.”

“Oh so he’s got moneyyy. You might have a new friend for the next few weeks.”

“You’re funny. He’s just a guest. Are we still on for drinks tonight?

“Of course I am, girlfriend. See you later after my shift!” she says, getting up from her chair and heading back out into the lobby.

You spend the rest of your break trying to forget about the mysterious guest who checked in today. But frankly, you spend the whole rest of your shift doing just that; trying to forget about him and his eyes. So that when the end of your shift comes you’re excited to drink with Mara and finally have a chance to forget.

You change out of your work uniform and into clothes you brought with you for tonight. You head to the Neptune Resort lounge and find Mara sitting at the bar. It’s packed tonight, filled with patrons of all different species, smoke hanging heavy in the air. You walk across the room to the bar and sit next to her. She already ordered you a drink, revnog. She slides it across to you.

“You’ll never guess who’s here?” she says, taking a sip of her drink.

“Hmm let me guess. The new clerk from Arkie’s you have a crush on?”

“Shh don’t be so loud!” she laughs, playfully slapping you on the arm, “And no, not him. Your new favorite guest,” she finishes with a tilt of her head.

You turn your head to the direction she gestured to to see Keef sitting at the opposite end of the bar. And he happens to be looking directly at you. You give him a small smile before turning back to Mara.

“Go over there and talk to him.”

“What? No, it’s girls night!”

“So? He’s not going to stay here forever. Go over there!”

“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it.”

You watch her face shift from excitement to shock; she’s looking at something behind you. You turn around to follow her gaze to find Keef standing right behind you, drink in his hand.

“I’m gonna go to the ladie’s room!” Mara bursts out before shooting you a wink and walking away.

“Hi,” you say sheepishly.

“Hi. I heard you two talking and I figured I’d just come over to you.”

Shit, he heard all that?

“Ahh I’m sorry about her. Her voice carries.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he laughs.

“So where are you visiting from, Keef?”

“Coruscant.”

“And what do you do there?”

“I repair droids. Are you from here?”

He does that thing with his gaze again, shifting from your eyes down to your lips and then back up to your eyes again.

“Born and raised,” you reply.

And a simple conversation filled with small talk turns into playful banter in no time. Your body language goes from stiff and controlled to open and comfortable. You sip your drink and lean into him, your hand grazing his bicep. Your touch lingering on his skin even after you remove your hand. And sure, the alcohol is loosening you up a little. But talking with him feels natural the longer it goes on. The conversation keeps going back and forth, never missing a beat.

Before you know it the space between you two is getting smaller, so small that you can smell him. He smells like the sun, saltwater, and sunscreen oil. You look closer at his face, the apples of his cheeks and his nose a little sunburnt. He must’ve gone to the beach today. And all of a sudden you’re picturing him walking out of the ocean; his hair wet and slicked back, water droplets hanging off his bare chest, the sun hitting him perfectly. Now your eyes are exploring his face; his nose, his dark eyes, the stubble growing in, his lips…

Without a second thought you’re leaning into him and pressing your lips against his. You take in all of him; his scent, his stubble tickling your face, his hand on the small of your back, the taste of alcohol on his lips. You pull back for a second but his mouth follows yours, not wanting the kiss to end. His hands caress either side of your face before returning his lips against yours. His tongue brushes against your lips, asking for access. You want to give it to him but you’re also painfully aware you’re in a crowded lounge right now and that there’s other people at the bar with you…

You pull away and worry flashes over his face, like he’s afraid he did something wrong.

“Do you mind if we go-”

“Back to my room?” he finishes, as if he read your mind.

“Yes, please,” you say, grabbing your bag off the back of the stool.

You turn and scan the room for Mara, just wanting to tell her you’re leaving. You spot her sitting at a table in the corner of the room with a drink. You start to walk over to her but she waves you off and mouths “Go!!”

You shoot her a smile and wave goodbye before interlocking your hand with Keef’s and exiting the lounge together. The walk back to his room is playful, both of you swaying back and forth and hanging off one another. You reach his room and he fumbles around in his pocket for his key card. He finds it and scans it on the sensor but not before giving you a sloppy kiss, not able to keep his hands off you. As soon as the door is open he pulls you inside. You laugh at his eagerness to have you already. Because the second the door closes you’re up against the wall being showered in kisses and his hands roaming your body. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging at his locks lighty and eliciting a soft moan from him. Your senses become overwhelmed, completely enveloped in every aspect of him. In a rhythmic push and pull the both of you end up at the bed in the middle of the room. You sit on edge, pulling off your dress over your head and watching his eyes scan your form and his mouth fall open. You expect him to get undressed, too, but instead he falls to his knees right in front of your legs. He spreads your thighs apart and hooks his fingers at the seam of your underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. His hands move to your sides, applying pressure ever so lightly to get you to lay down.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he says softly.

You oblige and lay down on the bed, closing your eyes in anticipation. You feel his warm breath at your core and it sends a shiver up your spine. He chuckles at your sensitivity to just his breath before licking one slow stripe up your cunt which sends even more shivers up your spine. His tongue goes straight to your clit, lapping small, quickly circles around it. But when he starts sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves that’s when he’s got you arching your back and gripping the sheets. His fingers slide up and down your entrance, marveling at how soaked you're getting. He removes his tongue from your clit for a moment, much to your chagrin. But that’s quickly replaced by intense pleasure as he slides a finger into your cunt and replaces his tongue on your clit. His tongue and his finger work simultaneously, mirroring each other perfectly. One hand continues to grip the sheets but your other hand moves to his hair, tugging at it and pulling him even closer into you. You feel him slide a second finger in and you know you’re not going to last. You grind your hips into his face and hand and before you know it you’re coming against him. The muscles in your core contract and release erratically as you close your eyes in pleasure. Your release soaks his hand down to his wrist and coats the lower half of his face. He lets you ride out your high, leaving his tongue on your clit and fingers inside your cunt, just getting joy of feeling your cunt cum thanks to him. But eventually the movement of your hips slows down and he removes his fingers and mouth before removing his clothes, tossing them on the floor in a strewn about pile. He sits beside you on the bed and looks down at you with complete adoration in his eyes, watching the rise and fall of your chest and the way your lashes fan out on your face when you close your eyes.

“Ready for more, sweetheart? Or are you tapped out?” he chuckles.

“No, no!” you blurt out, probably a little too quickly.

You move up farther on the bed, resting your head on the pillows by the headboard.

“Where do you want me?” you ask.

“Just like that,” he says softly.

You nod and spread your legs open. He situates himself between your thighs and brings his hand to your cunt again, collecting your wetness in his hand. He spreads it onto his cock, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. He grabs your hand and pushes into you slowly, studying your face for your reaction to him. You let out a small gasp, keeping your eyes locked with his eyes as he begins to thrust in and out of you. He pins your hand above your head, keeping intertwined with yours while he picks up the pace, driving his length deeper into you. Your walls tighten in anticipation of a powerful release and he can feel it.

“You can do it, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he says looking down at you.

With one last slam of his hips into you you’re coming around his cock, your cunt fluttering around him. He holds in his own orgasm as long as he can so you can finish riding out your high. And when you’re done, he pulls out and paints your stomach in ropes of cum before laying down next to you on the bed.

Panic starts to overtake you. The intrusive thoughts kick in telling you to leave. But instead you’re enveloped in Keef’s scent, the soft sheets, and the warmth of his touch. Running away can wait until tomorrow morning. For now, you rest.

The morning light peaks in through the curtains. You roll over on your side and see Keef sleeping peacefully next to you. And that’s when the memories of last night start to hit you; the lounge, the kiss, the walk back to his room, the sex. You sit up and rub your eyes. You’re a little groggy from the post-sex sleep and the alcohol. But thankfully you’re not hungover. Although you’re feeling sick with something else; regret. You’re not one for one night stands to begin with. And he’s a guest at your place of work for crying out loud. But… you did feel a connection with him last night. Then again, it could be the alcohol talking…

You get out of bed and quietly as you can so you don’t disturb Keef. You look around the room now that it’s light and you’re not drunk and preoccupied and it’s nice to say the least. The room is complete with a bed in the middle adorned with soft cream colored sheets and a large attached bathroom. These are the most expensive rooms in the whole resort, you’ve never even stepped in one of them in your time working here. It makes you wonder… does a droid mechanic make enough to stay in a room like this for an indefinite amount of time? Coruscant is an expensive place to live but the lack of plans to leave Niamos has you contemplating. You look down at him sleeping on the bed and your mind starts to wonder… Who is this man?

You grab your underwear from the floor and slip them back on. And that’s when he stirs for a moment. You stop what you’re doing and wait for it to pass. When you think you’re in the clear you pick up your dress and start to step into it. But just as you get one leg in, Keef wakes up, his voice stopping you in your tracks.

“You’re leaving?”

“Uhh-”

“Do you have to work?”

“Well no, but-”

“So stay.”

“What?”

He moves to the side of the bed you’re standing at and looks up at you, taking your hands in his.

“Stay with me.”

“You want me to?”

“Of course I do.”

You sit beside him on the bed. “Okay… what do you wanna do today?”

“We could go to the beach.”

“Sounds good! I just have to go home and get my stuff. I went to the lounge straight after work.”

“So you need a bathing tog?”

“Yes, but I can just run home real quick. I don’t live far-”

You cut yourself off when he gets out of bed (still completely naked) and walks over to the refresher. He comes back with a handful of credits and says, “Here. Go to the gift shop,” reaching his hand out to you.

“Keef, I can’t. This is really generous but I could never.”

“It’s on me,” he says, grabbing your hand placing the credits in your palm with a couple of his hand.

“O-okay, do you want me to go now and meet you back here?”

“Sounds good,” he replies, followed by a tender kiss on your lips.

He goes back into the refresher and turns the water on. You finish sliding on your dress and put on your shoes before tossing the credits in your bag and heading out. You’re painfully aware that it looks like you’re doing the walk of shame in your place of work, complete with sex hair and last night’s clothes. You try to keep your gaze on the floor to avoid making any eye contact with your coworkers. But as soon as you enter the lobby you hear Mara’s voice coming from the front desk.

“Well look who it is!” she laughs.

You look up and make eye contact before walking over to her, cheeks going hot with embarrassment.

“Could your voice be any louder?” you tease.

“Sorry, just couldn’t help but notice someone had a really good time last night. Last night’s clothes, matted hair– You spent the night!”

“Indeed I did.”

“Are you going home now?”

“Not exactly… he asked me to spend the day with him.”

Her eyes widen in disbelief. “Really? What are you guys doing?”

“Going to the beach. And then I told him I didn’t have my swimming togs and he gave me credits to go buy some at the gift shop??”

“Girl, what did I tell you? He’s got moneyyy and you have a new little friend,” she jokes, adding a sarcastic emphasis on the word “friend”.

“It was just one night.”

“Most one night stands don’t continue into the next day… or spoil you.”

“Okay fine! Maybe you’re right.”

“Do you like him at least?”

“I think I do.” “Well then go get your bathing togs and get back to him already!” she says, shooing you away, “But just know I’m living vicariously through you.”

You laugh and wave to her before walking across the lobby to the gift shop. You pick out a set of bathing togs, a matching two piece in your favorite color, and head to the checkout counter. The clerk is one of your coworkers that you don’t know that well but even she could tell that you’re here in yesterday’s clothes. You avert your eyes from her as she cashes you out and hands you your bag, hastily giving her the credits needed before getting out of there as fast as you can.

I just need to get to the beach already, you think to yourself, picking up the pace as you walk back to his room.

You knock on the door for him to let you in and he answers the door shirtless still but dressed in his own bathing togs. He steps to the side and lets you in. The door closes behind you as you go to hand him the leftover credits but he shakes his head and says, “Keep it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” he says, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into him, pressing a kiss on your temple.

You lean into him for a moment, just allowing yourself to just be held by him before pulling away to change. He watches you as you get undressed and though you were just naked with him last night you’re feeling a little self conscious. But you look over at him and the way he’s watching you and your ill feelings melt away. All thanks to the way he’s admiring you. You finish changing as he comes up behind you in the mirror beside the bed, draping his arms around your shoulders. Every time he touches you it sends little currents of warmth throughout your body, leaving your stomach swelling with butterflies.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” you respond, examining your joint reflection in the mirror.

He lets go to grab the towels and the two of you are off to the beach. His hand interlocks with yours as you walk down the steps to the crowded coastline. Luckily there’s an open cabana left. You drop off your bag and the towels before heading to the ocean, spending time floating in the gentles for a while. The conversation between you and Keef never hits a lull; always lively like you’ve known each other for ages. You have strangely deep and meaningful conversations with him even though you only met the day prior. You can genuinely feel yourself falling for him but you mentally chastise yourself for getting so attached already.

Eventually the two of you head back to the cabana and lay down in the sun. But not before helping each other apply sunscreen oil on each other’s back and shoulders. You can’t help but notice the way he tenses up underneath your touch and wonder if he’s feeling the same as you do.

You lay down underneath the sun together, conversation still flowing effortlessly. Except this time it does go quiet. But not in an awkward way. Instead he rests his head in your lap, closing his eyes and resting peacefully against your soft skin. You bring your hand to his hair, stroking it gently and feeling him melt into your touch. The sun hits his resting face perfectly, highlighting every detail of him. You get the sense he desperately needed rest like this.

And so the two of you stay there for a while, him sleeping soundly in your lap as you people watch and admire the rolling waves. He’s going to feel guilty when he wakes up, for just falling asleep on you like that. But you don’t mind in the slightest.

You fell asleep, too. The both of you waking up feeling a little cooked, a slight tan gracing his face. He apologizes profusely like you predicted but you do your best to reassure him that you didn’t mind.

But now it’s nearing the end of the day; the end of your day off which means back to work tomorrow. And you really need to get home. You walk back to the resort with him, hands intertwined again.

You turn to face him on the edge of the resort overlooking the beach and say, “I’d stay with you longer but I really have to get home.”

He nods like he understands but he also asks, “Will I see you again?”

“Of course you will. You know where I work,” you tease.

He pulls you in by the waist for one last kiss before you part ways. You can’t see it but he watches your silhouette walk away until you’re out of sight.

You go home that night still trying to comprehend the twenty four hours. And when you’re bed you find yourself still trying to comprehend everything as you drift off to sleep.

Three days have passed. The resort got unfortunately extremely busy. You had to stay late the past two nights. Which meant no time with Keef for you.

But today you finally get off work somewhat earlier in the day and Mara asks while you’re in the break room, “Another girls night tonight? Or are you too busy with your new friend?

“Actually I haven’t seen him in a while,” you reply, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice.

“Girl why not? You know what room he’s staying in. Just show up.”

“Mara, please. I’d never do something like that.”

She sighs. “So girls night it is then?”

“Sounds good. After I get out I’ll go home and change.”

“See you tonight, girl!” she says as you leave the break room.

You finish out the rest of your shift, only about two hours, and spend the rest of the night silently hoping you’ll see Keef again at the lounge tonight. You start to walk home and that’s when you see him across the resort closer to the beach talking to… a woman.

Jealousy starts to course through your veins but you try to stop yourself before you let it overtake you. It was just one night stand but one night stand’s don’t typically last all the way throughout the following day. And he indicated he wanted to see you again. You can’t help it. The jealousy is fully manifesting now. But instead of going over there and causing a scene you just shake your head and walk home, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach. You get home and decide to try and make yourself feel somewhat better. It’s girls night again tonight and if you’re brave enough you can find someone to replace Keef in no time. The resort is littered with rich guests. Although that’s not why you liked him in the first place…

You put on a dress, one that’s black and hugging your form in all the right places. You do your hair and makeup before leaving to walk back to the resort. You enter the lounge and scan the room for Mara. The lounge is even more packed than it was the other night. You weave around tables and slide past groups of people talking before you reach the bar at the back of the room where you find her sitting. She takes her bag off the stool she was saving for you and says, “Someone looks good tonight. Are you hoping to run into a certain someone?”

“Actually, no.”

“No??”

“I saw him talking to a woman on my way home.”

She sighs. “Men… They’re all the same.”

You both order a round of revnog from the bartender, downing it quickly and trying to have fun. But you’re in a mental battle with yourself. Part of you feels hurt; hurt because you thought maybe you felt something with Keef. But on the other hand you feel stupid for getting so attached to a one off fling.

But eventually after a few rounds Mara sees a guy across the room she wants to talk to. Her gaze shifts back to you with pleading eyes.

“Go! Have fun!” you tell her, shooing her off.

She did the same for you the other night. It’s the least you could do.

So that leaves you drinking alone at the bar. You’re sitting and quietly sitting on your glass, facing forward when you feel a presence on your left hand side. You turn your head slightly and see not Keef but another man sitting beside you.

“What’s a lovely lady like you doing here by yourself?”

“Girls night,” you reply nonchalantly.

“I don’t see another girl here with you,” he responds.

You tilt your head in the direction of Mara and say, “She’s over there talking to someone.”

“Maybe that’s what you should be doing.”

You turn your head fully and get a good look at him. He’s not terrible looking but the way he’s “flirting” (if you could even call it that) has you turned off.

“Should I?” you ask playfully.

He spreads his arms open as if to show off himself and says, “It’s all right here for ya.”

Ugh. At least he can keep you occupied while Mara’s gone. And so the two of you talk for a while. You learn his name is Sal and that he’s visiting here from Alderaan. The conversation is okay but eventually it goes stale. You zone out and look past his face, just wanting the night to be over at this point. And as you’re zoning out you see none other than Keef sitting at the end of the bar, his dark eyes fixated on the two of you. You can’t help but notice how tight his jawline is and the way he anxiously taps his fingers on the countertop. Is he… jealous?

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” you say to Sal, downing the rest of your drink and exiting the lounge, not waiting for a reply from him. You’ll worry about your tab later.

You wait in the lobby and pace in anticipation, wondering if your exit worked. And sure enough Keef follows you into the lobby, jaw softening when he sees you alone. His face relaxes as he pulls you into him by the waist, happy to just be with you again.

“I missed you,” he says softly.

You don’t say anything at first. You’re unsure of how to feel and how to respond.

He senses something off and asks, “Are you okay?”

“I guess I was just a little jealous when I saw you with that woman earlier today…”

“What woman…?”

“Earlier this afternoon,” you respond, cringing in anticipation of his response but also at yourself for even making this a thing.

“Oh sweetheart, I was just asking for directions to the Arkie’s.”

“Oh…” you say, looking at the floor and feeling a little silly.

“But it’s cute that you were jealous,” he says, grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his.

“Oh you mean like you were just now?” you tease.

“Mhm,” he says, not even denying it.

He leads you off into the direction of his room, arm still around your waist. He stops at his door and scans the keycard, pulling you into his room.

“So, sweetheart… Do I have to show you that I only want you?”

“Yes. Yes, please,” you blurt out.

He chuckles at your eagerness and softly says, “On the bed.”

You do as you’re told, sitting on the edge of the bed and about to pull off your dress over your head. But he doesn’t want to wait. He pushes you down lightly on the bed, kneels on the floor and spreads your thighs apart. He brings his mouth to your entrance, taking note as to how wet you are already. He licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt to drive you insane, flicking his tongue around your clit at the end. He hooks his arms around your thighs bringing your cunt as close to his face as it can go, completely inhaling your scent and your taste. His tongue moves back down to your cunt, leaving his nose to rub against your clit. You move your hips against his face, getting off on the feeling of his tongue in your cunt, nose at your clit and his stubble tickling your thighs. Not before long you’re coming against his face, your cunt spasming against his face erratically as you ride out your high. You coat the lower half of his face in your release and he laps up every last drop, making sure to comment on how good you taste. When you’re done he pulls away and stands up, getting undressed and ready to fuck you. But you want to pleasure him for once. You bring your hand to his groin, cupping his balls and stroking his already hard cock. He curses under his breath and says, “Baby you don’t have to.”

“But I want to,” you say, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Okay,” he says softly, closing his eyes.

You bring your mouth to the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it before taking him in your mouth. You take in his length, as far as you can go, and wrap your hand around the part that won’t fit. Your other hand cups his balls slightly as you bob your head up and down, listening to all the sounds he’s making. He brings a hand to your hair and holds it gently, never really pulling on it. You feel him tense up and you know he’s close. He pulls out of your mouth, not wanting to finish just yet and moans, “Need you. Now.”

You oblige and pull off your dress before laying down on the bed. He positions himself in between your thighs before inserting his length into you, both of you sighing at the familiar feeling. He places your legs on his shoulders and drives his cock into you deeper and deeper, hitting the most perfect angles inside you. You look up at him as he continues fucking you, chest slick with sweat and his hair getting messier with each slam of his hips. Between all that and the way he’s looking at you with pure lust in his eyes it’s almost like sensory overload. He brings his hands to your breast, caressing the outline of them before bringing them to your nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks between his fingertips. The added sensation brings you to the edge. You cum around him, your cunt convulsing him like a vice. He keeps fucking you through your release, prolonging it and almost going to the point of over stimulation. But then he pulls out and coats your abdomen with his cum. He lays down next to you on the bed, pulling you into him so that you’re spooning. He traces the outline of your body with his hand as you rest together, coming down from the evening’s activities.

“Have I never told you how beautiful you are?” he murmurs.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. You’re perfect,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“You’re sweet.”

“You could stay with me, you know.”

“Hm?” you ask, feeling the sleepiness already taking you over.

“Mhm. Stay here with me. The commute to work will be so short,” he jokes.

“Okay,” you whisper, closing your eyes and letting sleep consume you.

Two weeks have passed since he asked you to stay with him. In the back of your mind you wonder how he has enough credits to do this and when he’s eventually going to leave but you try not to think about it. You’re loving how he treats you and how he makes you feel so you decided you’re just going to live in the moment and enjoy yourself.

He did have to move into a new room after a week, switching to one with the same layout but a few floors higher and a gorgeous view. The resort’s also been pretty busy. And on the days you work late it’s night to just walk into a room there with a warm bed and someone to hold you at night.

On your days off you two either spend time at the beach or around the resort. And since meeting him you’ve grown into the habit of drinking revnog and taking peezos when you’re really looking to have fun.

And that’s the case for today; another one of your days off. The beach has been really crowded all day so you’ve spent the day in the hotel room, twisted in the bed sheets, drinking revnog and popping peezos. Nightfall is approaching and you’re standing on the balcony with him when he says, “Let’s go to the beach.”

“Now? It’s getting dark out and this beach has a curfew.”

“They don’t patrol it at night. I’ve been watching from here,” he says, eyes scanning the beach as people start to leave.

You know what, why not?

“Okay,” you respond.

When it’s fully dark out the two you leave the room and walk down to the lobby where you see Mara at the front desk. She glances at the direction you’re headed and pieces together you’re going to the beach. She gives you a knowing look and mouths “Have fun!” You shoot her wave and continue walking with Keef.

You get to the beach and it’s so peaceful at night when it’s not packed with tourists. You pick out a cabana at the water’s edge and lay there together, just watching the waves. The moonlight illuminates his face and you think again just about how happy you are.

“I wish you could stay forever,” you say softly and also subconsciously.

“Who says I can’t?”

“I mean you have to get back to Coruscant eventually.”

“Right…” he says as if he just remembered something unpleasant.

It falls silent between the two of you, both of you retreating to watching the waves. He has an uneasy look on his face, like he wants to say something.

“Can I… tell you something?” he asks, his nervousness evident in his voice.

“Of course.”

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here or where I’m going next but for whatever time I have left with you… I want you to know my name.”

You’re silent, letting him talk freely because it looks like this is a real internal conflict for him. He grabs your hands and says, “My name is Cassian. And I know this is going to sound so suspicious but no one else can know… I just wanted to hear you call me by my real name when we’re together.”

You take a deep breath and say, “Okay, Cassian.”

He smiles and kisses you before you lay down again. The voice in the back of your mind is louder, telling you that this guy is bad news, that you should get out while you can. But the voice is still just soft enough for you to ignore.

His hand grazes your thigh and you decide that you want him. You want to fuck him and call him by his real name (which is much better than Keef anyway). You part your legs and let his hand travel up your thigh. He pushes the fabric of your underwear and shorts to the side, bringing his fingers to your entrance.

“Do you want me, sweetheart?” he says softly. He knows the answer, he just wants to hear you say it.

“So bad, Cass,” you respond, the tone of your voice getting breathier at his touch.

He slips a finger into your already wet cunt, pulling a sharp gasp from you. He curls his finger upwards against your walls as you grow wetter around him. He slips another in and your walls expand around the thickness of his digits. In no time, he pulls your first orgasm from you, your cunt clenching around his fingers as you ride out your high. You do your best to keep quiet, keeping your moans controlled as you soak his fingers.

He removes them from you and slides off your shorts. He pulls off his shirt and hastily removes his pants, desperate to be buried inside you already. He gathers your wetness on his hand and slicks his cock before entering you slowly, closing his eyes at the warm and inviting feeling. He buries his cock inside you to the hilt and curses under his breath. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts in and out of you, brushing your g-spot with each thrust of his cock. You look up at him with the moonlight and stars behind him; truly a sight to behold, your lover above you pounding you on a beach with the beautiful sky above him. He grabs your hand with one final thrust you’re coming around him. Unlike before you can’t keep your moans back, letting them flow out freely and he loves it.

“Tell me how good it feels, baby,” he says.

“It’s so good, Cass. So big.”

Due to your praise he’s at edge, pulling out of you swiftly and coming on your stomach yet again. He lays down next to you and pulls you into his chest. He presses a kiss on the top of your head and says, “Thank you… for understanding.”

“Of course, Cassian.”

“I just love being here with you.”

“Me, too,” you whisper back.

It melts your heart just how comfortable with you he is. You know he’s still not telling you everything about his past but you can tell it’s hard. And you can tell he desperately needed this time to relax and enjoy himself. There’s so much history and pain in his eyes. And you want nothing more than to just be there for him.

A week has passed since Cassian confessed his real name to you and you’ve gotten more used to calling him that. He hasn’t mentioned any plans of leaving just yet and you not so secretly hope he’ll just stay forever, whether at the resort or in a place of his own on Niamos.

It’s your day off again and you wake up in his bed again, naked and wrapped in the bed sheets. You hear the refresher going and call for him, “Cass?”

“Just washing up, sweetheart,” he responds.

You roll out of bed and get up just as he’s leaving the refresher, shirtless and skin still glistening.

“What are you doing up? Rest, baby.”

“But-”

“Shh rest. I’m just running to Arkie’s for more revnog and revnog, okay? Got any requests?”

“Hmm the green ones,” you say, retreating back to the bed. He bends down and kisses you before pulling on his shirt and saying, “You got it, sweetheart. I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” you sigh as you hear the door close.

You lay in bed for a while before deciding to wash up yourself. You get dressed and sit on the edge of the bed and it dawns on you… he’s been gone for an unusually long time. Arkie’s isn’t that far from here and he was only grabbing two things. Where could he possibly be?

Eventually nightfall rolls around and he’s still not back yet. You don’t dare to make a missing persons report because of the secrecy around his name. So instead you just feel helpless.

It’s the next day now and there’s still no sign of him. He paid for two more days in his current room and you opt to stay there just in case he returns. But he doesn’t. When it’s time to check out of the room you gather his things and take them back to your place, still holding onto hope that he’ll come back.

But days turn into weeks and still… nothing. You’re starting to think he just played you. That he just had you when he could because you were convenient. But then again when he told you about his name and how much he loved spending time with you he seemed so sincere. The constant back and forth in your mind is eating you up inside.

Mara notices he’s gone and brings herself to ask about him one day in the break room.

“Haven’t seen your friend in a while,” she comments.

“Nope,” you sigh.

“I’m sorry, girl. I guess it was just a summer fling.”

You let out a long sigh. Just a summer fling indeed.

Part two: This Love Came Back to Me

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throneofsapphics · 4 months

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just angst, and maybe some toxicity, with any of the tog characters

pretty poison

Dorian x f!Reader

Summary: Dorian breaks one of the rules set for your turbulent relationship.

Warnings: cheating-ish?, unhinged reader, toxic relationships, implied sex, angst, referenced execution (not reader)

A/N: I'm sorry this is all over the place, thank you for the request! this follows empire of storms a bit

You’d felt a million kinds of hurt, but this one might take the cake.

Hands bracing the counter, you focused on breathing. Box breaths, you vaguely registered. At least the self help books were good for something, even if you wanted to smash every glass in these rooms and leave a massacre behind for him to find when he gets back this afternoon

Be the bigger person, your mothers voice echoed.

Fuck that. You didn’t want to be the bigger person, you wanted to be as unhinged as your mind felt.

Not an exclusive relationship, but you'd always told each other when there would be someone else in your shared bedroom. ‘Shared’ was an exaggeration, you snuck in and out of there most days, but stayed frequently enough to have a good portion of your things there.

Smashed glass decorating the floors, you carefully poured yourself a glass of wine and settled in your favorite armchair, angling your book so he’d see the title as soon as he walked in. A particular romance-thriller you knew he’d read, something about a woman getting revenge. The words blurred as your mind raced. Everything had an expiration date, and this one had been a long time coming, but it didn't mean you were quite ready to let it go.

“We were done.” As soon as the words came out, he winced.

“Really, when were you going to tell me that?” Tears burning at your eyes, your voice shook and rose with the last syllable.

“We already discussed it.”

“Not was official,” you countered.

“It was as good as,” his eyes softened for the briefest moment, so quick you may have imagined it, before turning to … gods, you wish they’d hardened in anger, maybe narrowed, but you only saw a blank slate. Nothing. Dorian felt nothing for you, not an ounce or trace of guilt. The other day, you did discuss ending your relationship, but it wasn’t official. A rational line of thinking would tell you this wasn’t that big of a deal, but when it came to him you were never really rational in the first place.

Being silent, some might have assumed you were going for the 'better person' route, but you let the thing he hated the most cover your features - pity. As good as a fuck you.

It worked, a small muscle flexing in their jaw. Without giving them the chance to reply, you pivoted towards your room, throwing random items into a bag. Anything you didn’t have, your friend would.

In hindsight, you were always destined to burn. It wasn’t a healthy relationship, by any means, the chaos dragged you in, the toxicity absolutely enchanting. It wasn’t the fact that Dorian brought someone else home, it was that he didn’t deign to inform you. And that it was your friend.

Two Rules - simple enough, and crystal clear.

No friends.

Give each other a heads up.

Maybe he thought he wouldn’t get caught - shame on him for forgetting your demi-Fae. At least he was a decent enough man he wouldn’t get you executed. Besides, she wasn’t really your friend - a shitty one he knew you didn’t associate with too closely.

Would any of his friends sleep with you? You rapped your fingers against the table. Maybe you could fuck his ex … or his cousin - that would piss him off. A smirk forming on your lips, you knew there was some kind of ball or party you could make your way into tonight.

The next morning, you came to grab the rest of your things - making sure you still looked freshly fucked.

“Roland sends his regards,” you called over your shoulder.

It was a tad too effective, you found your back pressed against the door, wood digging deliciously into your spine.

His forehead pressed against yours, chest heaving, “Why can’t I let go of you?”

He didn’t expect an answer, but you knew the truth - he craved the chaos as much as you did.

“Something’s changing,” you breathed. “I have to go.”

“I want to be selfish,” he murmured, hand gripping yours, “but I know.”

Something was wrong in the castle, wrong in the city. The new guards had something to do with it, and your instincts had never led you wrong in the past. Your sense of self-preservation was keen and finely honed from years of living on the edge. Chaol sending Celaena away was another hint.

“I should .. I should st-”

“No,” his voice was firm. “If it’s dangerous, go.”

The voice of a blossoming king. He cared about you enough to get you out before things got worse. Fighting for you to stay would be … well, it meant more to you that he genuinely wanted you to stay safe. That he trusted you, that he didn’t call you crazy or paranoid.

“Thank you,” not giving him the chance to reply, you wrapped your arms around his torso and pressed your head into his chest. Without hesitation, he held you close to him.

Dorian ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to let you go, not really, but the idea of you in danger was worse. Something he couldn’t risk. Some would argue you were one of the worst things that happened to him, but in his mind you were one of the few real people he encountered. You never hesitated to let him know what you thought, and he returned the favor. Made to burn. At least you were just as bad for each other, an equal level of toxicity.

Finding out you slept with Roland. Not for the first time, he debated murdering his cousin, and wouldn’t feel the slightest guilt about it, but it would cause a bit too much uproar.

If anything happened to you in this city, there’s a strong chance he’d burn the entire place to the ground in anger and vengeance. His father was picking up there was something - someone, consistent in his life and that put you in enough danger as is.

“I’m thinking i’ll go to-”

“Don’t tell me,” he cut you off and your eyes flared in irritation.

“Why?”

“I’m not putting you in danger.”

You looked disgruntled, probably offended he thought you couldn’t ‘take care of yourself’ or some bullshit like that, but you ended up agreeing.

“Do you think we’ll see each other again,” you ran your thumb over the back of his hand.

“In a better world,” he meant it as a joke but the truth lay heavy in the room. Maybe if he created a better world, the two of you could be together in it. A small flame sparked in him, a determination and sense of purpose beginning to burn.

The two of you chatted idly for the next few hours, interrupted by long stretches of comfortable silence, before you glanced at the clock again. The moon was high and bright, and he knew you’d be leaving in the next few minutes, headed to Gods-know-where.

“In another world, another time, I think I could’ve loved you.”

Your parting words stayed with him.

One sentence consistently filtered through the darkness, “in another world, another time, I think I could’ve loved you.”

Dorian saw a ghost. Not a ghost, but someone he never expected to see again in this lifetime. You were there, breathing, eyes wide, and looking just as shocked as he was. How the hell had you ended up here?

Rowan watched him from the corner of his eyes, then turned a lethal glare at you - one that should’ve sent you running, but you only had eyes for him. It was as if the Fae warrior didn’t exist, as if the world narrowed down to the two of you, everyone else a mere buzz in the background.

You glanced at the innkeeper, jerking your chin, and she scattered. Skull’s bay. He certainly hadn’t expected for you to end up here, of all places. But .. he shouldn’t have been surprised. Nor should he be surprised at the magic he felt rolling from you, he’d always known you were demi-Fae, it’s likely you’d inherited magic along with it. Some ancient kind of magic he couldn’t place.

You slid two keys across the counter, still ignoring Rowan, “enjoy your stay.” He could recognize the caution in your eyes - not here.

A barely perceptible nod, and he snatched the keys from the counter. This was dangerous, having someone he knew so intimately this close, in this precarious situation … although he supposed you didn’t know each other anymore. You’d likely changed just as much as he did over the last several months.

“Who was that?” Rowan finally asked after Fenrys and Gavriel were long gone.

“An old … friend, she fled Adarlan a while ago.” The male didn’t need to know the specifics of your friendship.

Then, Rowan said your gods-damned name. His head turned rapidly, and a certain amused glint showed in his eyes.

“Aelin told me.” Gods, he didn’t want to know what she told him. But, he supposed the two of you had gotten along fairly well. “Is she going to be a … problem?”

This is not a conversation he wanted to have. “No,” he answered honestly. “She’s from Terrasen.” And a demi-Fae, he didn’t need to add. If anything, you’d be thrilled to see your rightful Queen, maybe enough to want to fight for her. You’d be a good ally.

Rowan gave a quick nod, and Dorian realized he’d only provided confirmation of what the male already knew.

The next morning, you waited for them in the courtyard.

“I won’t ask you for any answers,” you rushed, “but you should know Rolfe might be a self-serving bastard, but he’d do anything to keep these islands safe.”

Others might take it as a warning, plea, or justification of character, but he knew better. You were dropping a hint at how to gain his allegiance.

“Tell me,” fuck he knew that tone, “does Lillian go by Celeana or Aelin now?”

He didn’t need to look to know Rowan was the perfect impression of stone beside him.

“Still one for the dramatics,” he drawled. You snorted, a small smile curving at your lips as you met his eyes.

“Just let me know how I can help, Dorian.” A small wink, and you disappeared into the shadows, some kind of magic obscuring you from view. That told him all he needed to know; you intended to drag some chaos out of this situation. Perhaps he still knew you well.

“Do you trust her?” Rowan asked later. He hesitated. Did he trust you?

“I do,” he said slowly, trying to find the best words to put next, “I trust her intentions. She was one of Aelin’s … friends.” Based on your conversation, Dorian got the sense you’d known who Aelin was for a while, and kept it to yourself.

“Any hint of betrayal-”

“I know,” Dorian cut him off. He didn’t need to hear the words aloud, didn’t need confirmation of what the prince would do if you posed a threat to Aelin.

‘In another world, another time, I think I could’ve loved you.’

You were unhinged and dangerous in your own right, but maybe they needed people like you to win this war.

Dorian thought you’d surprised him enough already, until he saw you greet Aedion like an old friend.

The Bane. You’d worked as a spy for them, and that’s how you ended up in Skull’s Bay - to keep an eye on and report on Rolfe. Is that what you were doing in the castle? Had you reported on him?

There was an apology in your eyes. No guilt. You had.

Dorian didn’t know what to feel anymore. His questions waited until the two of you were alone.

“Was any of it real to you? Was I just an assignment?” It was a struggle to keep his voice low.

“Will what I say make a difference? You’ve made your mind up.”

The temperature in the room dropped.

“Tell me. Don’t fucking lie to me.”

Your eyes flared. “It was real to me. I won’t fucking lie to you, I did my job - that doesn’t mean I didn’t fall for you,” you bit your bottom lip, like you’d said too much. “I meant what I said. In another world, another time, I think I could’ve loved you.” The words rolling from your lips felt like sweet poison. That’s what you were. Pure poison, wrapped in a pretty and deceiving package. He told you that.

“I told them five words,” your voice had dropped and as much as he wanted to walk away he couldn’t help listening, like the next phrase could make up for the hurt he felt. “He’s not like his father.”

It would’ve been so, so easy to lie but you respected Dorian enough to tell him the truth. He didn’t need to know all of the dirty details on who you reported on, on what you had to do to get that information, on the sacrifices you made, but you could offer him that bit. So much wanted to spill from your lips, to tell him he was the only real person you knew, that you did fall for him in some way. But … he’d already discovered your ‘betrayal’ and there was no going back from that. Nothing to go back to. Sure, you’d said something complimentary, but you’d still reported on him - still gotten close to him for that purpose.

The second time walking away from him was harder. Leave before you’re left. It’ll soothe the pain.

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