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HI BARBIE

Damian Al Ghul x Girly!Reader

Summary: Damian and his... very girly girlfriend??

W.C: 4.3K

Tags: Fluff ♡

Something was different... everyone in the manor could tell that there was something different with Damian Al Ghul Wayne.

Considering he lived in a manor full of detectives, you really wouldn't think he'd have gotten away with his secret rendezvous.

7 months ago...

It all started with Alfred noticing new smells on his clothes as he did the laundry. At first, it seemed that Damian had simply switched to a new shampoo or maybe gotten a cologne. Then, the sharp scent of cologne started to come mixed with floral. Alfred did what any good butler would do. He ignored it. If his master wanted to indulge in wearing floral scents, he wouldn't shame him for it.

Alfred wasn't the only one who noticed the change in scent, though. Dick had been messing around with Damian in the training room. They always liked a good spar with each other. Everything was going as usual until... SNIFF

"Dude, are you wearing perfume?" Dick suddenly asked as he blocked a punch from his little brother. Damian's composure faltered for just a moment before he pulled himself together, grabbing Dick and tossing him over the shoulder. The poor vigilante was too distracted by his discovery to catch himself. He fell to the floor with a thud.

"Don't be ridiculous Grayson." The boy clicked his tongue as he began to walk out of the training room.

"It's one of those Britney Spears ones, Kori has a few," Dick said more to himself than Damian as the boy was choosing to ignore him the more words tumble out of his mouth. "Hold on don't tell, is it the pink one with the little green gems on it?"

Damian had to fight back the urge to inform him that the perfume he was thinking of was called Fantasy. He'd become quite the enthusiast simply from listening to you go on about all sorts of perfumes, and other products, sat at your vanity as he admired your reflection through the mirror.

"Why do you know so much about Britney Spears perfumes Grayson?" Damian retorted.

"Cause I have a very gorgeous girlfriend, Dams. I got her the perfume for her birthday, the bottle reminded me of her." He replied a lovesick grin already forming at the thought of his alien lover. The former assassin took the opportunity to sneak out of the training room as his older brother got lost in a train of hopeless romantic thoughts over his lover.

Once he made it back to his room he sharply inhaled. Yep, it smells like your perfume. Very clearly, like you'd jumped around spraying it before sneaking out this morning. He took a handful of his shirt and lifted it to his nose. Yep, also smells like your perfume and your setting spray. If he wanted to keep your relationship hidden from his lunatic families he'd need to do a better job of covering it, he thought to himself as he began to light any scented candles he could find. An attempt to cover your traces. One of them was a gift from you, so not entirely hiding your presence.

5 months ago...

The two of you were walking through the mall. Hands intertwined and a bundle of shopping bags in his other. He'd insisted on carrying them. No matter how ridiculous he looked. It was a funny sight. His cold hard expression paired with cute bags of clothes, makeup and a Sanrio plushie peeking out from one of them.

"Are you hungry, beloved?" Damian turned his head to face you. You pondered for a moment until your stomach decided for you by making a growling sound.

"Yes..." You said slightly embarrassed. A downturned smile spread on your face.

"Where would you like to go?" You were about to respond when your phone started ringing, a cheery pop song blared from your charm-adorned handbag.

"Sorry, one sec," you reached into the bag. Shoving all sorts of things around to get to your phone. "It's my mom, you pick I'll be back in a minute!" You stepped off to the side and answered the phone.

Damian huffed at the feeling of his empty hand as he began to scan the mall food court up ahead.

'Burger King, McDonalds, Stephanie and Cass, KFC...' He paused his train of thought. Oh shit, he didn't realise Stephanie and Cass would be here and walking towards you both, unaware of your presence.

"Mom, I promised I'd be back home for dinner. 6:30, I know," You laughed at her antics before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

You didn't get the chance to turn around as your hand was being grabbed and you were getting dragged away.

"Damian?" you looked at the boy as he swerved between the crowds. "Is everything alright?" You watched as he occasionally looked behind the two of you. Taking a small glance back you spotted two girls you recognised from a photo he'd shown you.

"Hold on, is that Damian?" Stephanie stopped Cass in her tracks and pointed ahead. Cass looked up from her milkshake and saw the head of her little brother.

"We should go say hi! Wonder what he's doing in the mall?" Stephanie had taken Cass' arm and was pulling her towards Damian, both unaware that he wasn't alone and trying to get away from them.

Damian noticed the two getting closer and took a sharp left turn into a random clothing store. He used the clothing racks to hide from the persistent girls following them.

"Why's he gone in here?" Stephanie wondered out loud. "It's a women's clothing store." Cass shrugged her shoulders as her mind went to Dick's theory on Damian trying out more feminine things, and being ashamed of it, after the perfume incident. She thought the theory was ridiculous.

Cass looked around quickly to see if the shop was even worth spending time in, but nothing was to her taste. As she scanned the store she spotted what looked to her brother... and a girl? Sneaking into the dressing rooms.

'No, it couldn't be,' Cass thought to herself watching the figure of a boy that looked exactly like her brother disappear into a dressing room with a really pretty girl. 'Could it?'

You and Damian crammed into a little dressing room with all your shopping bags.

"So..." You began, turning to the mirror to fix any out of place hairs.

"We'll have to wait a while, they are unfortunately persistent."

"How long?"

"I do not know, beloved," He shoved your shopping bags into the corner. "Longer than you'd like, I'd imagine."

You stood in silence for a moment.

"I can think of a couple ways to pass the time..." You turned away to prevent yourself from laughing at Damian's flushed face.

3 months ago...

Damian and Jason had been giving each other a hand during patrol that night. Damian was chasing some low-life thugs and they managed to slip out of his grasp and dash all the way to Crime Alley. Thankfully Jason was there and helped him catch the guys. After dealing with them Damian stood up, a vibration surged through his pocket. He reached in about to immediately hit decline. Why would he answer the phone on patrol? That's what he thought until your face graced his peripheral. He quickly turned his back towards his brother. It was a photo of you and your closets friends. (Obviously the contact picture was only focused on you). It was taken on your birthday. You were all dolled up in makeup and a gorgeous outfit you'd insisted you needed his opinion on before going out. He was about to answer when, "Who's that?" Jason called out from behind.

'Oh Shit.' Damian thought to himself. There are so many excuses to use when your brother smells your girlfriend's perfume on you, so many ways to hide from your sisters when out on a date. How does one convince Red Hood that 'Beloved <3' isn't what it looks like? That its no one special on the other end of the line?

"No one," Damian tried his luck with lying anyways. "Mind your business!" He possessively clutched the phone to his chest. Hiding the caller ID and contact photo. That was only for him to see.

Jason stared at him through his helmet, "Uh-huh, sure," Damian could feel the bullshit look on Jason's face behind the helmet. "No one at all."

"No one for you to concern yourself with Todd, mind your business." Damian stuttered out sharply before disappearing into the night. Away from prying eyes.

Jason couldn't help but grin as he watched his brother run off, phone clutched in his hand like a lifeline.

"Idiot."

Damian had perched himself on top of an apartment building. He brought his phone in front of him and called his last missed call. You. He sat in the silence of dawn, only the buzz of his voice and the tires of some earlier commuters to be heard. Until he heard the sweet voice of his favourite person.

"Hello? Damian?" God, how did your voice sound so angelic this early in the morning, through a phone speaker?

"Good morning, beloved," He sighed contently, "Apologies for not picking up when you first called I was finishing up something." He felt at peace hearing your voice and the ruffle of your bedsheets. Even if it was only through a phone and not in person. It would do.

"Oh sorry!" You whisper yelled. The sun was only rising, your family were probably still asleep. "I didn't mean to bother, we can talk la-"

"Nonsense, you are certainly not bothering me, beloved. I'm more than happy to make time for you at any hour of the day or night." He cut you off. It was silent on your end of the line for a few moments. A couple of giggles and some sheet rustling could be heard. Damian could see it in his mind you going slightly rouge and hiding your face in the pastel duvet.

"It's just," you trailed off, "I had a stupid nightmare and I couldn't go back to sleep."

"If my presence is what you seek in order to feel safe than I will always be available." You smiled at that looking out the window by your bed.

"I will be there."

"What!?" You shot up in your bed, shrinking in on yourself when you realised how loud you were being.

"Damian, there's no need-"

"Yes there is very much need," You sighed at his persistence. "You require my comfort to fall back asleep, I know how much you enjoy your weekend sleep." You fell back k down into tour bed with a smile. He was so right. You loved your weekend lie ins.

"I am finished patrol so I will make my way to you."

"Okay, I'll see you in a few, my windows open," you bit your bottom lip for a moment, hesitation filling you, "I love you." There was silence on the other end of the line until the call ended. You looked at your phone in confusion worried you'd accidentally hit the red button or if Damian had decided he actually hated you. A shadow replacing the sunrise light that had been beaming onto you stopped your train of thought. You looked up to see Robin perched on your windowsill. Strategically, as to not damage your flower boxes.

"I love you too." He whispered before he crawled through the window, landing on your bed.

2 months ago...

Damian was sat in the back of the Batcave as Bruce and Tim discussed something about an ongoing case. He was cleaning one of his katanas. Deciding it was clean enough he picked it up and set it to the side. A small sound of metal hitting metal made the two detectives perk up. The sound came again as Damian picked up another blade to clean. Tim turned his head ever so slightly to glance at the boy and in the corner of his eyes, he spotted it. A small ring on his left hand. He gave a small glance to Bruce, who was still staring at the screen before him, but he could tell the scrunch of his face wasn't from the confusion of the case. Damian completely unaware of his brother's and father's change in demeanour continued to clean his blades. The metal ring subtly caught the light as he carefully rubbed the cloth against the sharp edge of the blade. A gentle smile graced his face as he stared at the ring. His mind wandered back to the day he gave you the promise ring. He knew you'd love it but he was still so nervous. He would rather die than let anyone know that though. Little whispers snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted Tim leaning in towards Bruce muttering something.

"Can I say something?" Tim questioned in a hushed teasing tone.

"No, you can not." Bruce sternly replied, folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh come on," Tim looked from him to his brother out of the corner of his peripheral. "You can't not be curious about what's up with him?"

Bruce gave the young detective a quick glance before returning to the screen with CCTV footage playing.

"Of course I am, but it is none of our business." He said curtly. "Damian is very capable and I trust that he is independent and mature enough to do as he pleases."

Tim sighed in response to that. He'd have to lay off on the teasing for now, but just know that when he gets a moment alone with his little brother he will become the biggest pain in the ass.

Damian couldn't help but let his smile grow back after hearing his father's words. He spun the ring around his finger for a brief moment before setting his blades aside and exiting the cave.

1 month ago...

Another rare day where you manage to spend the day in Wayne Manor. Today was much easier than all the others. Dick was in his apartment with Kori'ander, Bruce and Tim were away on company business, the girls were all out, and Jason was god knows where. You didn't really care if they were in the Manor or on the other side of the world at this moment. You were sprawled on top of your boyfriend in his bed. Nothing could possibly ruin this day for you. Your head was rested on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. His hand held yours and the other played with the ends of your hair. You both layed in the silence of the day as you quite literally watched paint dry. Over on his desk, which was supposed to be used for homework and not art or makeup, like it you had previously been using it for. Two small paintings lay drying; one of batcow and the other of a sunset. A huff of laughter from the chest beneath you made you look up.

"What?"

"There is paint on your face, beloved."

You shot up from his body and where about to run into the bathroom. Damian gently grabbed into your face. The red paint streaks where mostly dry now so he was easily able to rub them off. Even when your face was paint free, you both sat there, your face in his hands and his thumb caressing your skin.

"You are so beautiful, Habibti." You stared with a lovestruck look right back at his lovesick one. He leaned in a little closer.

"May I?" He asked, ever the gentleman. You nodded.

He brought his lips to yours not caring about the sticky sensation of your lip gloss. You sighed into the kiss and brought your hands up to rest of his. They slid down and held onto his wrists. Neither of you would get Iver this feeling. The butterflies, your lips on eachother, the fear that enters your body when you hear a knock of the door. Oh my god. You immediately pulled away.

"Master Damian," Alfred's muffled voice came through the door. "Would like some cookies? They are freshly baked."

"No thanks, Pennyworth." Damian quickly replied. There was an uncomfortable silence for a second before-

"Would your friend like some?" Both of your eyes bulged out and your jaws dropped.

"I won't tell, no need to fret!"

You looked to Damian nervously, who nodded his head, telling you that Alfred really meant what he said.

"Yes please!" You piped up. You could smell those cookies and my god, you wanted them so bad.

"Very well, I'll prepare them and some tea." Alfred laughed before heading back to the kitchen.

Present...

Yesterday had been another one of those rare days where nobody was in the manor, so you had come over and Damian persuaded you to stay the night.

You sleepy made your way into the bathroom attached to his room. Deciding it was time to get ready for the day. Your eyes scanned the counter top covered in skincare and makeup products left here overtime by you. You couldn't help but smile thinking of all the smalls ways you two had been intertwining your life's. You had things in his place, he had things in yours, he carried hair ties for you and you carried bandages for him. It was simple and sweet. It got you thinking about why he didn't want you to meet his family as you did your skincare. He'd met yours, plenty of time at that. He'd spent the night, he'd had dinner with them, hell you're mom bought him an Easter egg! You swore up and down to yourself he didn't have any problem with you or his family. Now picking up your primer you couldn't help but be confused. Why is he so desperate to hide you and your relationship? You shook the thoughts away when you spotted your frown in the mirror, now just focusing on getting ready.

An hour had passed and Damian was awake. He could hear you in the bathroom as he rolled over in the now cold bed.

"Babe, can you help me?" You softly called out as you nudged the bathroom door open. "I can't get my earing in." You informed with you hands at your ear.

He got up from his bed a maneuvered you back into the bathroom, where the lighting was good, shutting the door behind him.

"I can't get it through, it shouldn't be closed up though!" You handed him the earing and stood beside him under the ceiling light.

He tilted your head and began what would be an annoyingly long process of trying to perform the simple task of getting a piece of metal through a hole.

Alfred was in the middle of cooking breakfast and asked Dick to go wake his brother up. Unaware that you were still here. You usually snuck out earlier but you're phone was dead when you woke up so you never checked the time.

Dick trecked up the stairs, past Jason leaving his room and towards Damian's. He softly knocked on the door before swinging it open.

"Uh, Jason?"

"What?" Jason grumbled at the end of the hallway.

"Who's phone is that?" Dick asked pointing towards a phone that definitely wasn't his brother's. Unless he'd taken a sudden liking to charms and bows.

Jason sleepy stared at Dick until the image of Damian's phone with a picture of a girl and suspicious caller ID appeared in his head. Now he was sprinting towards his brother's room.

Jason and Dick stood in the doorway examining the unknown phone plugged in and rested on the nightstand. Jason gasped and pointed at a woman's bag, say on the floor, leaning against the desk leg. Dick dramatically took hold of Jason and put a finger to his lips. He then pointed to the bathroom door.

"Damian it's fine!"

"I don't want to hurt you!"

"It's not going to hurt, babe I promise!"

A girl? Babe!?

This had Dick and Jason turning to eachother, shock written all over their faces as they sprinted to the stairs.

Bruce, Tim, Stephanie and Cass were all sat at the dining table. Bruce was reading the newspaper, Tim was chugging a coffee, Stephanie was talking to Cass while they waited for the other three boys. Same as every morning. At least it was, until-

"Damian has a girlfriend!" Dick shouted like he was the final girl just after discovering who the killer was.

"She's upstairs!" Jason skidded into the kitchen behind him.

Alfred froze, as he watched Tim and Stephanie sprint faster than he'd ever seen before. Dick and Jason following right behind them. Cass subtly followed. She didn't want to be nosy but... she needed to know! Her suspicions were driving her crazy ever since the mall. Bruce sighed, folding up the newspaper and setting it down before heading up to Damian's room as he heard screaming.

You were mortified. Six people just barged into the room and saw you in your pyjamas; your underwear and one of Damian's shirts. You screamed and immediately bolted back into the bathroom. You were panicking. Damian didn't want you to meet his family and you just did it in the worst way possible. Half naked and screaming. What a way to meet the future in-laws. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you slid to the floor. Atleast your hair and makeup look good.

"Drake, what the fuck!?" Damian yelled.

"Hold on, why am I the only one getting yelled at?" Tim retorted.

Stephanie nudged his shoulder. "You scared her stupid!"

"We barged in at the same time!"

"You're a guy!"

Damian stood there with a frustrated expression watching Tim and Stephanie bicker and the rest of his family pile in. Cass's small smile at him help him relax a little, but only a little. And just for a moment, cause then Dick and Jason piped up.

"So..." Dick began. "Who is she?"

"None of your business."

"That's what you told me when someone named 'beloved' called you on patrol." Jason chimed in with a teasing tone. Damian could only stare at more frustration than before. His cheeks began to flush and that just passed him off more. Stephanie wasn't helping with her "awww's in the background. Damian was about to scream for them to all get out, get physical with Tim if he needed to.

“Damian.”

Everyone turned towards the stern, deep voice in the doorway. Bruce stepped forward to his youngest son.

"Father," Damian started a tangent before Bruce even had a chance to say anything more. "Her name is Y/n. We have been dating for 8 months, and I love her. No matter your approval or disapproval I will continue to see her." Damian informed his father in a stern and determined tone.

“If it’s alright with you I would like to meet her. Properly.” He requested. “I believe the rest would also like to meet her.” Damian didn’t know how to respond. He thought his father would have a bigger reaction to lying and sneaking around with a girl. Especially considering the occupations of everyone present.

“Of course only if she’s alright with it as well.” Bruce added with a light smile.

"Allow me to check." Bruce ushered all of his children out of the young boy's room.

Once they’d all left he slid into the bathroom where you were still sat on the floor.

“Habitat,” he called out softly. “We don’t have to go down there if you don’t want to.” He knelt in front of you.

“No! I want to, I’d love to meet your family.” You countered quickly. “Only if that’s okay with you, I don’t want to overstep.”

“Whatever you want, beloved.” He said with a smile identical to his father’s.

You were now dressed and sat beside Damian at the Wayne dining table. All of the Wayne's were staring at you. It wasn't daggers or disgust. You'd figured it was curiosity.

"How the hell did you even meet?" Jason asked the first question.

"School." Damian answered coldly.

"No offence, but I didn't expect you to end up with someone so..." Dick trailed off as he swung is fork around as if it would conjure up the words he wad looking for.

"Girly?" You suggested. "I get it, you probably thought he'd end up with someone like yourselves."

Everyone at the table felt a bead of sweat drop from their foreheads.

"What?" Stephanie asked with a nervous laugh.

"She knows." They all snapped their necks to look at Damian and then their father at the head of the table.

He sighed, "Damian I trust that you thought about all this before giving us away?"

"Of course I did. Do not suggest that they are not trustworthy." Bruce and Damian had a bit of a stare off. While that was happening Stepahine had kicked Tim out of his chair beside you.

"You're hair is so gorgeous! What do you use?" She asked as she held a strand in her palm.

"Oh, I cannot think of the name! But there's some up in Damian's bathroom, I'll show it to you."

Dick leaned over the table, "I thought I was going crazy when I started smelling perfumes off him!" You laughed at his comment.

"What do you use? It smells similar to the one Kori uses."

You began to chat with the vigilantes about all sorts of things. Telling Cass and Stephanie about the products you use and where you shop, listening to stories about Dick and Kori. Jason chimed in with a few book recommendations and reviews after learning you like to read. Quickly you found yourself having conversations with all the Waynes like it was as easy as breathing. As you were laughing at some Internet joke you and Tim were discussing, you spotted a poute on your boyfriend's face. And it finally clicked.

Damian Al Ghul was jealous of his own family.

He kept your relationship a secret and avoided introducing you for so long because he didn't want them to steal your attention.

You couldn't help but smile at that.

A/N: First piece published!! I welcome back feedback with open arms. Please just don't take this opportunity to be rude. I'd love to know if I write ooc or if my grammars incorrect, ect.

Shout out to Damian Al Ghul my gatekeeping king🙏

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boiledbirdy · 5 months ago

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Consider this:

Cowboy!AU in which gojo is nicknamed “six eyes” because someone misheard “snake eyes” when he beat them in gambling.

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boiledbirdy · 7 months ago

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Payback - Bat Boys x Reader

Request: located here :) Description: Fed up with the bat boys' teasing, reader decides to take things into her own hands and impose a sex ban. Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys make it their mission to get her to break it. Warnings: explicit sexual content, use of pet names, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption Author's notes: this got slutty very quickly! this is my first time writing for all the batboys, but it was really fun, so feel free to send more requests for them in! thank you for reading ❤️ Word count: approx. 4500 words

Minors do not interact.

It was barely afternoon, and you were already wrapped in your males' arms, as though it was your rightful place.

You had been a part of the inner circle for over a hundred years. Like the rest of your friends, you had found yourself dreaming of a better world, and when you met Rhysand by chance, he knew you were one of them. He offered you a position within his court– lead emissary. You were grateful for the employment, but even more so, you were grateful for their company.

You had fallen into easy friendship with the inner circle, especially Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel. It had all happened organically. Somewhere along the way shared laughter and open grins morphed into flirty touches and lingering glances between you and the three Illyrians. When Amren and Mor left an inner circle dinner party leaving the four of you alone, flirty touches and lingering glances turned into something else rather quickly.

Apparently, they decided you were worth sharing, and you certainly didn’t mind all the attention. You loved each of the males separately. They were funny, honorable, and kind. Not to mention gorgeous. They were everything for you, and you knew that you were everything to them. But that didn’t mean they didn’t enjoy playing with you.

Recently, they seemed to enjoy nothing more than teasing you.

They loved to get you riled up in their arms, practically begging for their cocks, and leaving you high and dry until they decided you had earned it. It drove you crazy.

“You need us, baby. Isn’t that right?” Cassian purred into your ear as he pulled your roughly against his toned body. You loved the way you felt in his arms, against his skin. He encompassed you perfectly as your curves morphed against his large masculine frame.

“You can’t function without having one of our cocks inside you, can you?” Azriel teased, his hand cupping your chin roughly so you would look at him.

“Our needy little thing,” Rhys mused as he let his hand dip down your navel until his fingers found the place you desperately needed them. “All this slick just for us?”

You found yourself mewling, not able to form words as Rhysand dipped a slender finger inside you, finding the spot that lit you on fire immediately. Cassian held your hips steady to keep you from fucking yourself on Rhysand’s fingers as Azriel claimed your mouth with his tongue.

“Feels so good,” you breathed into Azriel’s mouth. You were overcome with sensation as your males took care of you.

And then, all of the sudden, they stopped. Rhysand’s fingers stilled inside you, his eyes glazed over as he undoubtedly plotted with his brothers. You groaned, trying to wiggle out of Cassian’s grip so you could further your own pleasure.

“Uh-uh, baby girl,” Cassian scolded gently, coming back to you as Rhysand pulled his mental talons out of his mind.

You almost sighed in relief, but then, Rhysand was pulling his fingers out of you, licking off your essence in devious licks.

When you let out a noise of protest, Azriel smirked down at you, releasing his grip on your chin.

“We have some business to attend to, darling. I hope you don’t mind,” Rhysand told you with a feline smile. You certainly did mind. You knew they loved teasing you. It had become almost a ritual for them. They would get you all worked up until you were desperate for them and then leave you for some meeting. When they returned, they always teased you, whispering sweet nothings about how desperate you were for them in your ear.

As your males left the room, each of them pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, you gritted your teeth. This was not the first time they had left you all pent up, expecting you to merely sit on your hands and wait for them to return. However, you decided it would be the last.

…

When they returned from their meeting, entering your bedchambers with wicked smirks, you knew they scented your recent orgasm immediately. Their eyes darked as they took in the heady scent of your pleasure.

“What’s this? You couldn’t wait for us?” Rhysand asked as he approached, the poster boy for cocky confidence. You were seated on the edge of your bed, your arms crossed.

You merely shrugged at him, defiant.

“I thought we had talked about what happens when you’re naughty,” Azriel noted, his eyes darkening as he thought of the prospective of punishing you. You tried to fight the wave of arousal that swept through, taking a deep breath as you stared at the males in front of you. Your males.

“It seems as though you three have started taking things for granted,” you mused, letting your eyes fall to your nails as though you were disinterested in this conversation, as though you hadn’t been planning it for hours. When you looked back up, they were all staring at you with their heads cocked to the side in question.

“Is that so?” Cassian asked with a chuckle as he moved to approach your bed. You held a hand out, a silent warning to go no further.

“It is,” you told him tersely. “So, I’ve taken it upon myself to remind you.” Rhysand looked as though he was about to speak. You wondered what teasing words he would throw your way. Before he could get them out, you continued, “For the immediate future, these legs are closed for business.”

“What do you mean?” Cassian questioned, letting his gaze sweep over your legs lazily, not bothering to hide how much he enjoyed the sight of them.

Oh, how you loved their attention. If you weren’t so frustrated with them, you’d lounge in that gaze, let yourself bask in it.

But you were frustrated, and they were going to learn how it felt.

“I mean, Cassian, that I have zero intention of having sex with you idiots any time soon,” you replied easily, narrowing your eyes at him and letting your tone remain sharp. You watched as the wheels turned in their beautiful minds, the realization of what you were telling them hitting them all at once.

“A sex ban?” Rhysand asked incredulously, a hint of a smile hiding on his lips.

You nodded, refusing to let go of the nerve you had built up. Rhys prowled towards you, letting you feel some of his power as he stood in front of where you sat on the bed. You held in your shiver at the sight.

Rhys smirked down at you, his violet eyes shining with mirth, as he whispered, “And you wouldn’t mind if we found another pretty thing to play with?”

You knew he was toying with you, trying to rile you up as they had been doing for weeks, but you simply rolled your eyes.

“If you can find a female who takes your cocks as well as I do, be my guest,” you whispered back, before moving yourself off the bed to put space between you and Rhysand. You would need lots of space if you were going to succeed on your mission.

As you quickly turned on your heel and headed towards your bathing chambers without so much as a kiss for any of them, you saw how their mouths slid open in surprise. This was what you wanted. You wanted them to pay for the way they riled you up.

You made sure to turn the lock on the bathroom door as you slide into the warm bathtub, reminding yourself all the reasons why you had embarked on this crazy endeavor in the first place.

…

The next morning, when you woke, you still felt unsatisfied. Your solo orgasm had been enough to stave you off, but it was nothing like laying with your males. But you were determined to stick with your ban, to make them regret the way they teased you relentlessly.

When you made your way to the dining room of the House of Wind, you were immediately met with their warm, musky scents. You inhaled, savoring the way their scents mingled, before willing yourself to stay strong.

“Good morning,” you greeted, trying to sound as aloof and uncaring as possible. Immediately, all eyes were on you.

“Morning, darling,” Rhysand replied easily, his voice a low hum in his chest.

“Sleep well?” Cassian asked, his gaze trailing to your lips as you grabbed yourself a bowl of oatmeal. You didn’t bother responding, just hummed in response.

Didn’t miss us too much? Rhysand’s voice sifted into your mind, and when you sent him a glare, he merely smiled innocently.

Not enough to take back what I said last night. You replied mentally, earning a raised eyebrow from Rhysand. A challenge.

When you met his gaze, you found him bringing his spoon to his mouth, lapping at it sinfully. He feigned innocence as he stared back at you, swirling his wicked tongue against the metal of the spoon. Oh, how you loved that tongue. You felt your traitorous mind slipping to all the pleasurable things Rhysand did with that tongue – how he fucked you with it, how he lapped at your clit in a lethal rhythm. Realizing where your mind was going, what Rhys was trying to do, you clenched your jaw and willed the thoughts away. No spoon was going to break your determination.

Before you drew your attention away from him, Rhysand sent you a mirthful wink.

Game on, it told you.

…

You spent the morning training with Cassian and Azriel.

It was not unusual for the males to train shirtless, but today, you had a feeling that that choice was intentional. Every time Cassian flexed his muscles and Azriel spread out his large wingspan, you had a feeling that was intentional too.

But even when they were shimmering with sweat, their bare torsos calling to you, begging you to touch, to taste, you simply gave them a wave and returned to your chambers alone.

If your fingers immediately found their way below your waistband as soon as you were alone, however, who could blame you?

…

The next morning, you were met with more of the same.

At breakfast, all three males refused to wear shirts. Their tattooed arms beckoned to you as you sat down across from Azriel. His eyes glimmered with amusement as you took a deep breath, begging the Mother for strength.

Then, as you trained, Cassian made a point to press lingering touches to your skin with his strong, massive hands as he guided you through different movements. Each brush of his calloused fingers against your bare skin had you cursing yourself and this silly ban idea, and Cassian seemed to know it. He was relentless as he kept a hand on your lower back or wrapped his strong arms around you to show you how he wanted you to grip your sword.

You hadn’t realized that Rhys had joined you, too lost in the feeling of Cassian’s hands on your body, until you looked over and saw him sinfully licking a frozen treat as he stood outside of the training ring. His violet eyes never left yours as his tongue flicked over the treat, seeming to savor every drop.

The sight of each lick, each brush of his tongue against the frozen treat, had you clenching your thighs together, remembering what that tongue felt like.

…

Later that night, as you sought out dessert after Cassian and Rhys had gone to bed, you made your way to the kitchen, eager for something sweet to fill the ache within you.

You didn’t hear Azriel approach, didn’t sense his presence, until he had you boxed in against the counter, how strong hands bracketing your body on both sides.

Your back was to his front, but he didn’t let your bodies touch. Instead, a mere inch of space remained between you. It was excruciating.

“What are you doing, Az?” You asked carefully, though your voice was thick in your throat. He must have heard how you swallowed slowly, how your heartbeat quickened as he leaned down to your neck.

Azriel ran his nose along the crook of your neck – just the faintest touch – and you could barely hold in your whimper.

“Just missed your scent,” Azriel told you, his voice low in your ear, and you wanted to turn and pull his mouth into yours.

Instead, however, you took a deep breath, remembering your mission.

Sensing that you weren’t about to break, that you weren’t going to melt into his body despite how clearly you wanted to, Azriel reached out and stole one of the pastries off your plate with a smirk and left you alone, panting in the kitchen.

…

It went on like that for a few more days, and you realized that they had planned their moves together. They were Illyrian warriors after all, trained in battlefield strategy. They each capitalized on their strengths – focusing their consolidated efforts on taking down their joint enemy: your self-control.

Cassian started moving around the house clothed in only the shortest, tightest shorts you had ever seen. Each time he moved, you could see the outline of his juicy, muscular ass. You couldn’t help how your gaze lingered on his muscular legs, his strong physique as he unabashedly showed off his muscles.

Azriel, however, took a different approach. Any time the two of you were alone together, he found an opportunity to whisper dirty things into your ear, his wings flexed out behind him. Azriel reminded you of his favorite moments of having you pinned under him. He told you how good you always felt when his cock was deep inside you, how he had never fucked a mouth more perfect than yours. Every word out of his mouth was wicked, daring you to fold beneath him. You weren’t sure how you mustered up the courage to walk away, to not bow to the arousal that pooled in your core.

Rhysand had clearly been waiting for his big move. You knew his taunting and teasing with his tongue was not all he had planned for you, but you didn’t realize exactly what he was planning until you found him naked in your bathtub.

“Rhys, what are you doing?” You asked, startled to find him in your bath when he had his own at both the House of Wind and the Townhouse. Your High Lord merely smirked at you, shrugging.

“Unfortunately, my baths are in repair at the moment. I hope you don’t mind,” he drawled, appreciating how your gaze fell across the wide planes of his torso. He was flushed from the heat of the water. Tiny droplets of water meandered down his chest.

Before your eyes dipped any lower, you stopped yourself with clenched teeth.

“Be my guest,” you told him easily, pretending the mere thought of him naked in front of you didn’t have you desperate for his touch.

“I’m just about done, actually,” Rhysand replied nonchalantly, and before you knew what was happening, he was standing, showing off his full body in all its naked glory.

You gulped, your eyes immediately finding Rhysand’s long, perfect cock that was hardening under your attention. He smirked at you, stepping out of the tub and moving closer to you until you were backed up against the bathroom sink.

“Want a towel?” You croaked out. You weren’t sure what you would do if he tried to kiss you.

Rhys merely laughed, reaching over you and pulling a fluffy black towel off the shelf to cover his torso.

As he moved out of the bathroom, Rhys turned and met your eyes. “You know, darling, we needn’t keep playing this game.”

His smirk was playful, but a deeper desire lingered within his violet eyes. You felt your cheeks heat, and you had to force your features into a glare.

“We don’t have to, but we will,” you told him haughtily, closing the bathroom door in his face.

…

You managed to survive their onslaught of seduction efforts – getting through a full week of no sex. It was difficult to say the least, but their mounting frustration filled you with a sense of accomplishment.

You knew they hadn’t sought out another to fill your place, that they were suffering just as much as you were.

On the seventh day, the four of you lounged in the sitting room of the House of Wind after dinner, basking in warm, albeit frustrated, silence. Azriel and Rhysand sat on the couch opposite of you. They both had their noses in books.

You and Cassian sat next to each other; heat from his large, bare thigh leaked towards you. You knew the fact that his legs were spread wide, wide enough that his thigh brushed against your leg, was intentional, calculated.

You readjusted, rolling your neck to try and ease the soreness that spread through your back from training that morning. Always in tune with your movements, Cassian clocked your movement adjustment immediately.

“Sore, sweetheart?” His voice was rough, husky as he tilted his head towards you in question.

“A little,” you admitted, shrugging at your General.

The confirmation as all Cassian needed to pull you into his lap with his large, warm hands. You let out a sound of protestation as he balanced you on his strong, muscular thighs.

“What are you doing, Cass?” You asked, thrown off by his sudden movement.

“Shh, sweetheart. Let me give you a massage. It’ll help your back,” Cassian whispered lowly in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your back. His hands ghosted over your back in a reassuring pattern.

When you nodded, giving into his request, Cassian started kneading at your back muscles in earnest. His strong hands easily undid the knots of tension in your muscles, coaxing your back into submission.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Feels so good, Cass.”

He merely hummed in response, but you could feel him harden against your back. A string of moans and whimpers fell off your lips as Cassian’s hands worked their magic. You had missed having those hands on you.

And then, Cassian’s lips were pressing gentle kisses against the back of your neck, the feeling tearing your eyes open.

When you looked up, you saw Rhysand and Azriel staring at you with wide, predatory eyes. The strong scent of their arousal filled the air. You could tell by their darkened gaze that they were already hard, already assuming that they had finally cracked your resolve.

As Cassian’s hands started to slip lower and lower, testing whether you would shake him off, you stood quickly. A noise of frustration, slipped out of Cassian’s mouth as he mourned the feeling of your skin under his hands.

“Thanks, Cass. I’m feeling much better now,” you told him with a smile, feigning innocence.

Before you could overthink your decision, you turned and left your males aching in the sitting room, wondering what they could possibly do to regain their rightful place in your bed.

…

The next day, you could feel the tension lingering in the room as the inner circle sat around the table for family dinner. It was palpable, nearly tangible as you felt sets of hazel, brown, and violet eyes follow your every movement as you ate.

You felt their gaze hovering over your lips as you take a sip of red wine. When you spoke, their attention was heady, all-encompassing. You shielded your scent from them with all your might, afraid of letting the effect of their attention show.

The meal drudged on as a weighted silence fell over the four of you.

Finally, Amren placed her wine glass on the table with a heavy hand, glaring at the four of you.

“I’ve had enough of your idiocy for the night,” she told you with a sharp glare. Her tone was harsh, condescending as her sharp eyes lingered over Cassian, Azriel, and Rhysand. “Don’t bother contacting me until you have sorted yourselves out.”

You let out a soft gasp as Amren’s words pulled you from your own little world. You hadn’t realized that the tension was so obvious to onlookers. Rhysand said nothing as Amren moved to leave the House of Wind, a small, unsurprised smirk ghosted over his lips.

For a single moment, Amren hovered in the doorway. She turned towards you, her blunt hair swaying slightly with the movement.

With a pointed glare, she huffed, “Take care of your boys.”

And then she was gone.

No one said anything else for a long moment, until Mor finally broke the silence.

“You know what, I think that’s my cue,” Mor said with a laugh. She grabbed one of the full wine bottles littered on the dining table and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Throwing a wink at the rest of you, she disappeared, likely winnowing straight to Rita’s.

When it was just the four of you, it felt as though no one let out a breath for a long, fragile moment. You downed the last of your wine, trying not to feel embarrassed about Amren’s insinuation.

As you finally moved, standing from the table as though you were simply going to walk away, as though you had the strength, you heard Rhys let out a broken noise.

“Darling.” The word fell from Rhysand’s beautiful lips, halting your movements. It was as close to pleading as he usually let himself get.

You raised an eyebrow as you met his shimmering violet eyes, steeling yourself.

But it was Cassian who spoke next. “Baby, please,” he groaned.

The low, husky tone of his voice did something to you. Heat creeped up your flushed body.

“Please, what?”

“I need you; we need you.”

“Oh, you need me. Is that right?” You hummed, and you watched their heads quirk to the side as realization poured over them. You knew they finally understood what you wanted, what you were waiting for.

They finally knew what it was that would break your cursed sex ban.

You didn’t want massages or dirty talk or views of their spectacular abs (though, that didn’t hurt). No, you wanted their admission that they were just as desperate for you as you were for them.

Cassian was moving before you could even process your next thought. He climbed out of his chair in a hurry – uncharacteristically uncoordinated as he flung himself to his knees in front of you.

“Cassian,” Azriel admonished, his voice thick with the competitive need to win that lingered under his calm and collected exterior.

Cassian merely waved off his brother, giving you his full attention.

“I need you, sweetheart. More than anything,” Cassian told you, his brown eyes looking up at you as he licked his lips seductively. “I want you so badly I can’t think straight. I haven’t been able to think straight in over a week.”

His words warmed something deep inside of you, but it was the genuineness of his tone that had you pulling him up by the straps of his leathers and pulling him into a crushing kiss.

Cassian moaned as soon as your lips touched his– the sound a low rumble in his chest. He pulled your body close to his, savoring each place you let him touch. You could feel the desperation, the naked desire in every brush of his wet lips against yours.

When you pulled away, he groaned in displeasure, as though he feared you would leave him hanging again.

“Is that what you need to hear, baby? You need to know how much we need you? How desperate we are for you?” Rhysand purred in your mind. His violet eyes drank you in with raw hunger.

When you nodded, he prowled closer, taking your jaw in his hand and dragging your face close to his.

“I’m desperate to be inside your sweet pussy, darling. I’ve had to get myself off nearly twice a day just thinking of how tight and wet you always are for us. So perfect,” Rhysand whispered, his eyes dark as he took you in. You shivered, basking in his attention.

His lips on yours felt like heaven as Cassian drew his hands lower until they gently caressed you ass.

Cassian sunk back to his knees as Rhysand’s wicked tongue ravished your mouth, pulling a soft whimper from your lips. Cassian winked at you as he pulled up your dress, looking as though he was desperate for a taste of you.

You shivered in anticipation and let your head tilt to the side slightly, meeting Azriel’s piercing gaze. He was still seated at the table, simply watching as his brothers surrounded you, pulled you into their arms. Azriel’s face was expressionless, almost perfectly neutral except for the dark hunger that lingered in his hazel eyes.

If you didn’t know him so well, you might have missed it. You might not have recognized that miniscule sign that he was fighting between his desire to touch you, to taste you, and his need to show you who was in control as he watched Cassian press a hot kiss to your core.

When Cassian’s tongue dipped between your folds, you let out a low moan, overcome with the feeling. Your eyes never left Azriel’s, however, as you beckoned him towards you silently. The two of you glared at each other, silently fighting for dominance, as Rhysand pressed kisses to your neck, as Cassian’s tongue flicked wickedly over your clit.

You saw the exact moment that Azriel’s desire for you overcame his pride as Cassian’s tongue dove deep inside your entrance causing you to let out a whimper. He was winnowing to you instantly, finding his rightful place behind you, his hands braced on your hips.

“Finally decided to join us?” You teased Azriel, your voice breathy as Cassian’s gaze met yours from where he was kneeling before you.

“I know when to admit defeat,” Azriel replied, trailing his nose up the base of your throat, taking in your scent.

Rhysand captured your lips again, dominating every inch of your mouth as Azriel hummed against your neck, “I have missed you, sweet thing. Missed the way you feel, the way you taste.”

His words drew a moan from your lips as you let yourself get lost in the feeling of their lips on your skin, of their bodies pressed up against you.

You found your pleasure like that – Cassian fucking you with his wicked tongue as Rhysand’s lips pressed against yours blissfully and Azriel pressed biting kisses to your neck. As waves of pleasure swept over you, their hands steadied you, keeping you upright as you writhed in their arms.

“Fuck, you tasted even better than I remembered,” Cassian grunted as he stood, pulling you into a heated kiss. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“I bet you’ll feel even better than we remember around our cocks too,” Rhysand purred, pressing a gentle kiss just below your ear.

When he winnowed the four of you into the bedroom, you had a feeling that keeping them waiting was going to be very, very worth it.

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A Love to Mourn - Cassian x Reader x Azriel

Description: You love Cassian, but the Cauldron has other plans for you. Warnings: angst Author's note: I wrote this angsty lil drabble ages ago and finally decided to share! I have no further explanation lol Word Count: approx. 1000 words

Meeting Cassian feels like fate.

Your eyes lock over the bar of Rita’s, and the smile he offers you is blinding. And when he comes over to say hello, towering over you as his dark shoulder-length frames his handsome face, you swear your heart stops for a moment, seeing a future in his grin.

He’s sweet, genuine. Not afraid to ask you on a first date, or a second. Or a third.

And when you’re with him, you swear he could be the very sun in the sky, his warmth radiating on you every time he smiles. From the very first time his lips brush against yours, he never leaves your thoughts.

It’s easy to fall in love with him. To imagine a life with him.

But fate has always been a fickle thing.

And when you meet Azriel, Cassian eagerly introducing you to his family for the first time, it only takes a single glance for the mating bond to snap.

It only takes a single glance for everything to fall apart.

Cassian’s hand is warm on the small of your back, his presence steady behind you, as Azriel comes to greet you. He’s slightly shorter than Cassian, slimmer. Soft hazel eyes meet yours—kind, welcoming—the perfect contrast to his stoic presence. His shadows dance around your frame unbidden, brushing gently across your skin.

It’s as Azriel’s gaze meets yours, his mouth opening to introduce himself to his brother’s love, the female he’s heard so much about, that the mating bond snaps. Your universes re-aligning themselves—knitting your souls together.

Breath catching, you’re unable to move. To speak. To think.

Azriel’s hazel eyes widen as he takes you in. His mate. His brother’s love.

And then, without a word, Azriel turns and flees into the night.

For a long moment, Cassian doesn’t know what’s happened. He doesn’t understand the way your jaw slackens, the shift in your scent.

He remains by your side, his brow furrowed in confusion as he tries to understand Azriel’s reaction. It seems cruel that he’s the last one to know—that his adoration for you blinds him from the truth that lingers in your new scent. The scent that’s now mixed with his oldest friend’s.

“Sweetheart, talk to me,” Cassian says, breaking the heavy silence. His brown eyes are clouded with concern. He’s always been sweet with you—considerate and devoted. But you can’t speak, can’t begin to process the reality that Azriel is your mate. That Cassian isn’t.

Rhysand and Feyre stand watching, something akin to pity falling over their features. You wonder if they can scent it—the traitorous bond that’s formed between you and Azriel. The connection gifted by the Cauldron itself.

Finally, when you regain some ability to think, to speak, you say, “I—I think something snapped between Azriel and I.”

In that moment, Cassian’s heart stops. Or perhaps, it shatters.

“A mating bond?” He asks, and you wince. Hearing it aloud feels like a sin. An involuntary betrayal.

You can’t bring yourself to say it, to speak those words, so you merely nod, turning towards him. It’s the pain in his eyes, the defeat etched into his strong features that has tears brimming in your eyes, a sob threatening to break free from your throat.

“Cassian—” you start, but he merely shakes his head. He swallows, his breath coming in sharp inhales. You can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze as devastation spreads across his features.

You step towards him, desperate to provide some comfort to this male you hold in your heart, but Cassian flinches, his body held taut.

“Cass,” you breathe. It’s a plea and an apology all in one.

But when his eyes find yours, you know that there’s nothing you can do or say to soothe away the hurt.

You love him. And yet, you’re not sure it can ever be enough. If he’ll ever be able to trust that love. Not when your very soul is tied to his brother.

“I need some time,” Cassian says finally, his voice thick with emotion, and you nod.

“I understand,” you tell him, and you mean it. Even as your world spins, your universe tilting on its axis, you mean it. Because you love him. Truly. Deeply. And you wish desperately that you could shield him from pain.

And you know that giving him time, space, is the only mercy you can grant him. But Cauldron, it hurts. It hurts as you make your way home, leaving what was supposed to be a joyful night crestfallen and shell-shocked.

And when you finally make it to your apartment, you can sense Azriel’s presence before you see him, your entire body attuned to his presence.

He stares at you wordlessly for a long moment, drinking in the sight of you, your intoxicating scent, as his shadows swarm him. And as he stands there, his eyes never leaving you, Azriel keeps his scarred hands fisted tightly at his sides—as though he’s afraid he might reach out and touch you.

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Azriel opens his mouth and then closes it, as though he’s forgotten what he came there to say.

You hate yourself for the comfort you find in his gaze. It’s as though you’ve known him your entire life, as though your body is attuned to his every movement. You’ve only just met and yet you swear you know the layout of his very soul.

And when Azriel finally speaks, his low voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“We have to reject the bond,” he says, and the words pierce your broken and bruised heart. His voice is quiet, held. The words hurt nearly as much as the way Cassian had flinched when he found out about the bond.

But you nod. Even as your heart breaks.

“Cassian is my brother,” Azriel continues, and every word sounds like it pains him.

“I understand.”

“If it weren’t for him—” Azriel says, before stopping himself, scrubbing a hand over his face. He looks as lost, maybe even as devastated, as you feel.

“It’s okay, Azriel,” you tell him, and his name sounds like a prayer on your tongue. “I understand. I love him too.”

He winces at that—at the way the bond chafes at the thought of you loving another, but he nods, taking a shallow breath.

“For what it’s worth,” Azriel says after a long moment, heading down the hallway away from you. His voice is barely above a whisper. Barely more than a breath. “You’re more beautiful than any mate I could have imagined.”

It’s only as Azriel disappears into the night that you allow the tears to fall—mourning a love fated to end, and a love destined to never begin.

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