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Elise laid her hands on both of my shoulders, leaning in to kiss my forehead. I curled my fingers of flame once more into a fist, feeling whole for the first time in a long time.Â
#get tagged beloved mutuals#mavis baird#did I cut off her arm in book 2 just so I could give her a hellfire hand in book 3#yes#do I regret it#no#Mavis might regret my choices#but she's the one who has to live with them#not me
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hi!! huge congrats on 2k!
I was wondering if I could get a workshop session?
I was thinking early seasons (1 or early 2) spencer who is experiencing extreme jealousy over reader (maybe an ex of hers comes back, or there's someone hitting on her) and he's super confused on why he's feeling like this and goes to someone (likely morgan) is like man. what is wrong with me.
and morgan's like hey. let me touch your hand when I say this. (& is more serious than normal because he knows how powerful of any emotion extreme jealousy can be).
WRONG SUITOR â SPENCER REID!
spencer doesnât understand why he hates it when you smile at other guys.
spencer reid x reader | fluff | 0.9k | event masterlist.
main masterlist.
a/n â obliviously jealous spencer is the best spencer
Spencer couldnât shake the feeling.
It gnawed at him, deep and unfamiliar, every time he glanced over at you.
You were standing near the coffee machine, laughing at something James, a colleague from the field office, had said.
The way you leaned in, smiling, just seemed to prod at something raw in Spencer. His hands fidgeted with the book he wasnât reading, his mind racing far too fast to keep up.
Jealousy.
Thatâs what it was, wasnât it? But why? He wasnât dating you or anything.
You were just... friends.
Sure, he cared about you, more than he would admit, even to himself, but this wasnât supposed to happen. Not to him. Not like this.
He watched Jamesâ hand brush your arm, the way you genuinely seemed to enjoy being in his presence and listening to what he had to say, and something inside Spencer tightened.
His breath hitched, heart thudding painfully in his chest.
What was he feeling? Why did it physically hurt? Heâd read about jealousy, studied it, even profiled it countless times. But to feel it so intensely terrified him.
It was something that happened to other people, something heâd see from the outside. He wasnât supposed to feel it himself.
He wasnât supposed to sit there at his desk like an idiot and think about the fact that youâd never smiled that brightly in his direction or laughed genuinely at one of his dumb science âjokesâ.
He wasnât supposed to imagine a sinkhole that swallowed James whole so heâd never have to see you look at him ever again.
He didnât like it at all.
With his mind spiralling, he pushed away from his desk and made a proverbial beeline for Morganâs.
He felt a different type of jealousy at how relaxed Morgan seemedâeyes glued to a case file with a pen between his teethâbut his head lifted when Spencer approached, his brows furrowing in concern.
"Hey, pretty boy, whatâs up? Why do you look like that?" Morgan tilted his head at the sudden approach, casually leaning back in his chair. Spencer just sighed.
He didnât know how to start, how to explain his thought process without sounding like an absolute creep or just plain psychotic. He ran a hand through his hair, the discomfort clear in his posture.
"I... I donât understand whatâs wrong with me," Spencer said finally, the frustration spilling into his voice as he glances over in your direction. "Every time I see her with someone else, itâs likeâI donât knowâthis... this knot in my chest, and I canât focus. Iâve never felt this before, and Iâm not sure why itâs happening now."
Morganâs eyes followed Spencerâs, expression softening instantly as he caught sight of you. There were sparks of amusement in his eyes, but he knew this wasnât a time for teasing. He beckoned Spencer a little closer with his hand, letting it rest on his shoulder and giving him a look more serious than Spencer expected.
âReidâŚâ Morgan sighs like Spencerâs blind, like heâs trying to figure out how to let the news break easily.
âIâm jealous, I know,â Spencer rips off the bandaid for him.
"Hey, man," Morgan presses his lips together sympathetically. "It happens,â
âBut why am I jealous-? I donâtââ Spencer cuts himself off frustratedly.
âIt's because you care about her, Reid. More than just as a friend.â He paused, watching the realisation flicker across Spencerâs face.
"Butâ" Spencer stammered, his mind racing. "I donâtâI mean, Iâve never thought aboutâ"
Morgan smiled softly but didnât let it go. âYou have, man. You just didnât recognize it before now. And thatâs okay. But you need to face it, or itâll eat at you.â
Spencer blinked, his mind whirling, trying to process everything Morgan was saying. Was that it? He had feelings for you? Feelings he had been too blind, or too afraid, to admit?
Morgan squeezed his hand against Spencerâs shoulder with an exasperated sigh. âYou gotta figure this out, man. Donât let it fester. If you care about her, really care, talk to her. Trust me.â
Spencer nodded, but his thoughts were still a mess.
Honestly, he wasnât expecting Morgan to even take him seriously, let alone offer him genuine advice instead of making fun of him for his apparently glaringly obvious crush on you.
It must be bad.
Spencer glanced over at you again, and this time, instead of just jealousy and frustration, he felt something clearer. Something deeper.
Maybe Morgan was right.
Maybe it was time to stop running from it.
Maybe, it was time to tell you.
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Flower 2
Okay so I really love these babies so I think I'm gonna do 3-5 parts! I'm loving the tension hehe. Let me know your thoughts!
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Sleep didnât come too easily for her, but she felt absolutely wired when she woke up. Her coffee only made it worse as she wrapped herself up in the dark wash denim jacket sheâd borrowed from Harry when he drove her home a few weeks back. His truck pulled into the driveway and she was grabbing her tote bag and phone, making sure to lock up before turning to face him.Â
There was a weird expression on his face- something she couldnât place. It wasnât quite angry or mad, but it was a little darker as his eyes ran over her face and then body. He remained quiet until she got down her porch steps. âSâthat⌠my jacket?â He asked lowly. The tone was strange to her as he stepped closer, tugging on the collar of it.Â
âYeah, itâs really cute and I figured I could wear it around today and give it back to you at the end. Is that⌠is that okay?â She worried her brows. âI can take it off now if you want to wear-â
âNo.â He cut her off. âNo, itâs totally fine. It just⌠it looks really good on you, is all.â He mumbled, squeezing her shoulder. âYou look beautiful, as always.â His compliment was genuine, feeling his finger tap her nose, making her crinkle it. âPut the shiny stuff on it again? Your fairy sparkle?âÂ
Y/N laughed out loud at his nickname for her highlight on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. âMhm. I got a new pink one, think it suits me.â And maybe sheâd been a lot more meticulous about her makeup now that she had a feeling this may be a more-than-friends situation. âI really like this look.â It was a tease, considering he wore the same thing off duty. Jeans and some sort of tee shirt with a quirky phrase or obscure musician on them. Todayâs was relatively tame with a bee surrounded by some words about honey and health. Cute. âI actually like the tee today. A bit muscle-y.â His arms looked real fucking nice in this one. Of course he would have some considering he worked with his hands and was a pretty physical person but⌠damn. She allowed herself to admire it, respectfully.Â
It wasnât something sheâd caught before but a slight pink brushed his cheeks at her compliment. âThanks, petal.â He smiled. âI⌠I got us some coffee, got your favorite. Itâs only half an hour away but I figuredâŚ.â
âYou know I love coffee. Youâre the best, as usual.â She sighed, leaning into him to have a hug. It wasnât usual for her to do it first but he reacted quickly, pulling her close as he rubbed her back, content to keep her there forever. He was never the first to pull back from a hug, but Y/N would happily stay like this for hours if the option was there. He smelled good, was so warm and sturdy and he knew exactly how to play with hair. Unfortunately she did have to pull back, shooting him a shy smile as he took her by the shoulder to the car.Â
Of course he opened the door for her, made she she was in properly before jogging to his own side. He ever did the whole hand on the back of the seat while backing out move, which⌠wow. It never missed. The weirdest turn on, but something about it just elevated a man.Â
His car smelled ridiculously good, and judging by the little clips on his air vents, he had just changed them. He had a few lanyards for access to work yards and membership cards to certain stores, but no fun little fuzzy dice, or a air freshener with a kitty on it like she had. There and then, she took a mental note to get him one. Maybe a puppy one, though. His German shepherd was his best friend.
âAre you getting any books?â She asked him after a little time passed. The chatter had been casual so far, easy. The tension she felt since last night wasnât bad in the car if she continued topic switching and slight gossip.Â
âMm, I dunno. I havenât done much reading lately. What are you gonna get?â He questioned, sneaking a peek at her as they stopped at a red light.Â
âProbably romance. Iâve been most interested in that. Iâve seen some good book recommendations online and the girls sent me some, Gia and I wanted to do a book club thing for one of the books by our favorite author. Itâs a bad boy romance but itâs called Reaper.â She figured heâd have no idea what that was, but she watched his brow raise as he gave her a look.Â
âWell⌠you do have a naughty side, donât you?â He snickered, watching her eyes widen. âThink mâclueless? Just because I donât read a lot doesnât mean my ears donât work. Tony told me his wife was reading that and itâs full of sex. Basically erotica.â He licked his lip, looking her over.Â
âOh- well, yes thereâs sex but thereâs plot to! Just because a book has sex doesnât mean it isnât good!ââshe crossed her arms, huffing at him. It was a bit to rile him up a bit considering he was doing it to her and it worked. She watched his mouth open and close before rushing out an explanation.Â
âNo! No, mânot saying that. Itâs not bad at all. Itâs empowering, but uh, I was just saying I didnât expect you to read books like that.â He had to pull away as the light turned green but he looked a little stressed that he offended her.Â
âIâm joking, H. I know you didnât mean it like that.â She snickered, watching his face turn to a bit to a scowl. âWhat, you thought Iâm a nun or something? Just cause Iâm not spilling all my stories at the table doesnât mean I donât have them.â She knew a lot of the group was very open about their sexual experience which was more than fine with her. Y/N was nosy and loved knowing other people's business, But in her life she didnât share sex related things. It was private, for her and her partners. She didnât want to betray their trust either, regardless of the terms they were on.Â
âIâŚ.â His face was more pink now, hands flexing around the wheel as he cleared his throat. âI just thought maybe you didnât care as much about it. Which is fine, by the way! Itâs cool. I just wasnât sure you cared too much. You never talk about it when we have our confession nights so I⌠I was being a bit presumptuous. Iâm sorry. It just shocked me a little.âÂ
It was funny to make him squirm a bit but he didnât need to feel bad. âItâs fine. Promise. No one really asks anyway, so I donât offer it up first. Iâm usually private about it because some of our friends are loud mouths but you can ask me stuff if you want. Maybe after we get our books you can ask me whatever questions come up.â She knew there would be plenty based on his face alone.Â
âReally?â He seemed surprised. âYeah, sure. I mean, Iâm not trying to be weird or anything but you know about the time I called someone by the wrong name and the girl who put her tongue in my ear soâŚ.â He shrugged one shoulder.Â
âOh, god.â Her giggle was muffled by her hand. He had shared some of his horror stories and sheâd found out he was a bit of a bondage fan and dabbled in kinky stuff but until now that info had been locked away in her brain under padlock and key. Suddenly someone had taken nippers to the lock and it was spilling out again, staining the floor. âYeah⌠I suppose that is fair.â Angling her knees towards her, she stirred her coffee with the straw. âI think the worst thing thatâs happened to me⌠hm. Probably the time I went home with a guy after a few dates in college and his place was really gross, but he was even more so. LikeâŚâ her nose scrunched. âTook his pants off and there was a smell coming from them. I couldnât do it.âÂ
âOh, fuck.â He hissed, wincing at the thought. That was pretty much a nightmare situation. Harry always smelled good and never seemed to be anything but hygienic so she knew he gave a shit about it but still. No one wanted to think of that. âThatâs⌠unfortunate for both of you. Was he embarrassed? How did you get out of it?âÂ
âHe wasnât, is the thing. Said âgirls should like a natural muskâ and I told him that it wasnât a musk, it was a stench. He wasnât happy with that so he didnât refuse when I left. I had to take a long shower after that.â Shuddering in disgust, she hated recalling that. âAt first I felt really guilty too, cause thatâs such a hard thing⌠but he ended up being such a dick. It was surprising considering he had been sweet on the dates but apparently men change a lot in the bedroom.â That was an understatement.Â
âI can agree with that, but Iâd hope itâs a positive change.â He shook his head at the thought. âLike, sweet in the streets and freak in the sheets or whatever the saying is.âÂ
A laugh peeled from her throat, leaning her head against the headrest with her face turned towards him. âYeah, close enough. But ideally they would be. I dunno, you donât have to be crazy to be good in the bedroom but Iâd hope for the same level of respect. Some men have no idea how to actually handle women so itâs partly why I stopped dating.â And why she had stayed up looking at his Instagram last night and thinking about how sheâd look inserted in his life. Harry seemed like a man who could potentially handle her.Â
âI wish I could disagree but I canât. Iâve heard many horror stories from girls, way more traumatizing than men. Itâs whyâŚâ he stopped himself. âSorry, was gonna overshare. But I can only imagine how it is and if itâs any consolation, Iâm sorry for all the men.âÂ
God, he was cute. But⌠wait.Â
âNo no, you can definitely overshare.â She perked up. âIf you want to, anyway. I donât mind.â Blinking at him, he cut a look at her and let out a laugh as he lifted a hand to run it over his chin, the slight sound of skin scratching stubble audible in the cab of his truck.Â
âWell, I was gonna say itâs why I try tâbe aware of that when Iâm with someone that their comfort is first. If thereâs anything they donât like they can say it, that mânot gonna be mad. I donât want someone to walk away from something with me and feel uncomfortable.â Seeing him a little shy was really fucking adorable. âI donât really do hookups anymore. Theyâre not fulfilling, at least not to me. Lost their appeal a few years ago but, the few relationships Iâve been in the whole goal was to make them feel good. I think thereâs a lot of selfishness thatâs mainly revolved around men and sex, which I noticed a lot. The fact that a lot of women arenât getting off at all is fucking ridiculous.â He scoffed, looking truly bothered by it.Â
Another point added to his growing list.Â
âYeah, it is. It was rare I could because for me, and I think a good amount of women, there needs to be the foreplay aspect of it. Mentally, I need to be stimulated. Yâknow, like teasing or not so clean talking.â
It was her turn to feel a little shy but she powered through. âAnd men can dive right in. Itâs where we differ a lot of the time. I think part of it is biological too, I guess. I tried hooking up for a while but it never did anything for me either. I prefer someone with a connection so itâs easier to get to that point.â Now she was the one oversharing.Â
âI understand that. I like those things too. A bit of cat and mouse can be funâŚâ he pushed his hair back before returning his hands to the wheel, squeezing it. âItâs laziness and selfishness. Iâd say for me personally, Mâmore of a giver. Not saying it to praise myself or anything but itâs just⌠itâs what I like.â There was a pause. âSorry if thatâs a bit much.â
No, it wasnât enough. She wanted to know more. Her neglected cunt was more than interested in how he was in bed and if heâd like to be a giver for her, but she had to at least try to behave.Â
âItâs not. Weâre just being honest, right?â She placed a hand on his knee, giving a daring squeeze and let it linger for a few moments before peeling it away. Again, testing the waters of initiating touch. Once sheâd realized last night that she hadnât shown her own interest much she had vowed to at least try today to see how he'd respond.
In this instance his smile grew and he couldnât look right at her, but he nodded at what sheâd said. âYeah. I jusâ donât want to seem like some creep. But uh, what other sort of books do you like? Romance, yeah, but what sort of tropes?â He did know some of those.Â
âOh, Iâm pretty adventurous.â A double meaning. âI like the grumpy and sunshine ones, the billionaire romances, mafia is a guilty pleasure. Meet cute is something else I enjoy for a light read. I dunno, I think I mainly go for what the summary calls to me for. I do read some darker stuff but itâs nice to have a little fantasy world to escape to. And the fantasy men know how to find a clit.â Throwing the joke in there was meant to diffuse some of tension but somehow it seemed to make it grow.Â
Not in a bad way, per say, but he looked at her curiously. âDonât tell me that all of them couldnâtâŚ.â
âNo, no. Some of them did, but majority no. They rub the side and think theyâre doing something. But Iâve never faked it, I refuse to give a man an ego boost for something he didnât do.â
âGood on ya, petal. Sâbullshit that they get off and you donât.â He genuinely seemed bothered by it. âBuncha pricks is what they are.âÂ
âThey are.â She snickered. âBut Iâll let you read some of the blurbs for the books I pick out today, you can get a read on what sorta books I like.â It was yet again, another way to experiment.Â
âIâm very intrigued to see what youâre into.âÂ
Y/N hopes that held a double meaning too.Â
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Harry was hovering a bit.Â
Normally that would annoy her. Sheâd huff and tell him to sit in the cafe, or go look at his own books- but she hoped that it was because he was paying attention to what she picked up.Â
Plus, he was holding the basket for her.Â
The store was earthy and rustic, exposed wooden beams running along the ceilings. There was a little cafe that served teas and coffees which she definitely planned on getting after her shopping, and from her nosy look over when Harry greeted the owner she had seen a blueberry scone. That would be coming home with her too.Â
The shelves were high and they had multiple different sections. It was far bigger than any indie bookstore she had been to in the past , and that lead her to quickly realize quickly she was going to make a monthly trek out here. Maybe Harry would be interested in joining her in them.Â
Maybe heâd be interested in doing a lot more with her.Â
âIâm almost done.â She promised, plopping a used copy of a vacation town romance into the basket. It had to be a little heavy but Harry didnât complain. It didnât even look like the weight bothered him, the basket hanging off his arm. Theyâd stuck mostly to the used section considering they were far cheaper, but she was ready to go for the new ones now.Â
So what if she took a little bit out of her savings for this? She deserved a little treat for once.Â
âThereâs no rush, Flower.â He assured her, following closely behind her as she moved towards the new books. âI was wondering ifâŚ.â There was a pause as she looked up at him. It seemed to make his brain buffer for a moment, his eyes looking over her face before he blinked out of the stare. âUh, it you wanted to have lunch or something after?â
Why was he so cute, and why did he look so nervous? Maybe Y/N wasnât giving the signals she needed to. That would be her own fault, but it was hard to flirt when she was as serious as she was about her books.Â
âOn the condition that the iced mocha with a pump of caramel and the blueberry scone I get for the car ride doesnât count as lunch, yes. I would very much enjoy that.â She chirped, watching the nerves melt off of his face. It was mind boggling that her of all people could cause him to be nervous in the slightest but you learned something new every day.Â
âIâll agree, because thatâs more suitable for a dessert.â He drawled. Harry did like to tease her about her sweet tooth which always made her roll her eyes. So what if a girl liked to have a brownie with each meal? Life is nothing but spinning on an orb in space. You may as well enjoy the creature comforts.Â
âIf thatâs your dessert I donât think youâve had a true one in a while.â The flirtation was light, testing the waters as she looked over the book covers. His eyes could be felt on the side of her face as he was quiet for a moment before letting out a little laugh.Â
âSuppose I havenât. Youâre right. Maybe Iâll need to try yours and see what you mean.â
And oh. Oh. She did everything in her power not to react besides a little smirk, though she could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks. Harry could most defintely try her dessert whenever the fuck he wanted.Â
âShould you be so lucky.â Was her slightly snarky reply, but he followed it up quite quickly.Â
âOne could only hope, Petal.âÂ
And yeah, maybe she felt her new heartbeat between her thighs as the newly heavier silence settled on them like oil in water, but it wasnât necessarily bad. The anticipation was in her stomach as he got a bit closer, looking over her shoulder at the book she had picked up and was currently reading the back of.Â
âWhatâs this one?â He asked, so close that she could feel the heat of his body against her back.Â
âItâs called The Highest Bidder. Itâs about⌠a girl who goes on an auction block at a BDSM club, he is one of the owners? Well heâs one of the richest. Anyways, I saw someone recommend it saying it has sugar daddy vibes and thereâs some juicy stuff in it.â Y/N explained, taking the moment to lean back into him as she held the back cover for him to read.Â
If he was surprised he didnât show it. Instead, his hand came up to rest on her shoulder, pinky finger nearly grazing the side of her neck as he looked over to read. Such a casual touch of affection, but he seemed to like it. âAnd youâre gonna get this one?â It was a bit weirdly arousing feeling the vibrations of his words through his chest and onto her back.Â
âI think so. I havenât read an age gap for a while. Just hope the sex scenes arenât shit. Itâs hard to tell with books sometimes, even if theyâre more kinky oddly enough. Iâve seen books that have the best summaries and seem super steamy have a two pump sex scene- or fade to black. Which, you know, is fine. Not all books need to have that, but whatâs the point of making the book seem like it then?â She muttered. Clearly she had been victim to it a time or two. âThen the authors get mad about low goodreads reviews. Itâs like, cmon! Donât mislead the readers about the book then.âÂ
It was something the woman did get passionate about when provoked, but Harry had opened that can of worms in the car when he had given his go ahead that he didnât mind discussing things like this with her.Â
âMm. I see.â He nodded and she swore she could hear the smile in his voice. âShow me the others you want to get.âÂ
Y/N felt increasingly more comfortable as she went through the next five books, letting him read the back covers and giving him the low-down about what she had heard about them. Each time they moved their position would go back to where it was, with his hand on her shoulder and her back leaned into him, only he had gotten a little braver with running his smallest finger back and forth over the side of her neck.Â
It nearly made her choke when she first felt it. She definitely stuttered when he did it, but she didnât comment on how the little action felt incredibly intimate and soft, yet charged with an unspoken sexual energy that would probably kill her if she thought about it too long. Harry was being casual about it, but he always had been. Heâd been the first to initiate most touches with her that Gia said were abnormal. Of course he didnât start off their friendship by being super grabby and touchy but it had morphed into that, and it definitely did take him by surprise when she had initiated last night and again today. Kind of like she was reinforcing that it was more than okay to touch.Â
âAre you sure youâre done?â He asked after placing her final book in the basket. Y/N felt like if she didnât stop this weird, hot position of him asking questions about the books earnestly and his chaste-yet-sexy touches she may bend over the book table and get inappropriate really fucking fast.Â
âMhm.â She assured him. âPlease, Iâm gonna have to dip into the rainy day fund to afford all the stuff from today but itâll be so worth it.â The sun shone through the windows and highlighted his features which, god, had her testing her own willpower. Of course she was far too shy to be super direct with him verbally, but she didnât hide the fact that she was admiring him.Â
Considering she had already been successful in her little experiments today, she saw the lock of hair that had flopped over his forehead and decided to push it back. Letting her fingers card through his hair, she pushed the strands out of his face and back into place. If she hadnât been looking so intently she wouldnât have seen the shiver he had from the action. His hair was so soft and obvious that Harry took care of it, and she had never really touched it all that much but the temptation had been too much. âSorry, it was bothering me so it must have been bothering you.â She said simply, giving him a small smile. âIâm just gonna run to the restroom quickly and then we can check out. Okay?â
âCourse.â He cleared his throat, nodding his head as if the question had taken a moment to load in his head. âIâll be by the cafe then.â
Y/N really hated that bookstores made her have to go in there but it was a right of passage. Taking care of her business took only a few minutes, but when she came out she didnât see him at first.Â
He wouldnât just leave her, so it took her a second to realize he was leaving the counter, two bags of books hanging off his arms and two coffees in the little tray. A brown paper bag clutched crumbled in the hand he used to balance the drink tray, making her eyes widen.
âHey! I was gonna pay for our coffees and stuff.â She pouted as he approached. âYouâll have to let me get lunch then.â Her eyes went down to the two tote bags with the store logo on them. âOoo, thatâs so nice that they gave you these to hold them in. Let me just grab my wallet and we can go to the till to-â
âDonât worry about it.â He cut her off, shrugging a shoulder. There was a pregnant pause, her eyes blinking rapidly before her eyebrows crinkled.Â
âWhat do you mean? I have to pay.â
âTheyâre paid for.â The reply was simple and matter of fact. Again, words escaped her as she looked between him and the books.Â
âDid you-â
âI paid. Itâs fine, Flower.â
âUh, what?â Her eyebrows shot up as her stomach dropped. It did the weird thing that had her feeling a little lightheaded as he stood there, like he didnât just spend probably close to two hundred on books. âNo way I can accept that.â
âIf I told you I got a discount for building this place will it help?â
âHarry.â She said quietly. âYouâŚ. Why?âÂ
âBecause Iâm happy you agreed tâspend the day with me.â The reply was so to the point, not hiding anything at all that it almost felt unreal. Hell, it did feel unreal because who the fuck spent two hundred on books for a friend? Granted, she had a feeling-or a hope- there was a crush in there, but it felt like a huge gesture.Â
âYou already do so much for me.â She swallowed the lump down her throat. âYou help me at my place and you drive me home from get togethers and you buy me drinks when we go out and⌠I feel like itâs a lot. I surely donât do as much for you.â
âIâd do even more if you let me.â He stared honestly, nothing but truth on his face. âSo jusâ let me do this for you. I want to. It makes me happy.âÂ
Y/N didnât know how to argue with that. Instead, she nodded, and reached to take the bag and coffee tray from him since he had the much heavier books. âThank you. I could cry, probably.â That wasnât a joke. Her eyes felt like they were stinging.Â
âNone of that, Petal.â He shook his head. âCâmon. Iâve got plenty of questions and youâve got answers you promised me on the way here.â Without thinking twice, he grabbed her free hand with his own, tangling their fingers before leading her to the truck.Â
Y/N had no idea how so much had changed in 24 hours,
But she had a feeling it was about to change a whole lot more.
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All I Want Is You
pairing: Azriel x Reader
content warnings: pure fluff and SMUT (18+), light bondage
word count: 4.5k
Taglist: @firefly-forest @salvatoresister1 @daughterofthemoons-stuff @batboyslutt @tiredsleepyhead
Read previous chapters here:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
Azriel POV
Weeks after Y/n and Ella Bear had settled into Azrielâs townhouse and the mating ceremony was complete, the Shadowsinger had something special planned. The winter chill had begun to lift, and Velaris was bathed in the soft light of early spring. Azriel had been secretive about the surprise, giving Y/n no hints beyond a cryptic smile and the assurance that she would love it.
âJust trust me, baby,â he said softly that morning, kissing her forehead as he bundled up Ella Bear in her favorite coat and her tiny boots. Y/n, curious but willing to follow his lead, held Ella Bear as Azriel wrapped his arms around his girls and flew them to their destination.
When they landed, the air was crisp and fresh, and the faint scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Y/n gasped softly. Before them stood a picturesque cottage nestled in a meadow at the edge of a forest. The stone facade was charming and warm, with ivy climbing up one side and a thatched roof that made it look like it belonged in a dream. A small stream ran along the property, its gentle babble adding to the serenity of the scene.
âAz,â she whispered, her green eyes wide as she looked up at him. âWhat is this?â
Azriel smiled, his hazel eyes filled with warmth. He squeezed her hand gently, his wings rustling behind him. âItâs ours,â he said simply.
âOurs?â Her voice trembled as realization dawned.
He nodded, his gaze soft but steady. âI bought it for us. For you, me, and Ella Bear. I wanted us to have a place that was truly oursâa home where we could build a life together.â
Her breath hitched, her hand flying to her mouth as tears filled her eyes. âAz, Iââ
Before she could finish, Ella Bearâs excited voice cut through the moment. âItâs so pretty!â she exclaimed, tugging at her fatherâs hand. âCan we go inside, Daddy?â
Azriel chuckled softly, crouching down to pick her up. âOf course, Ella Bear,â he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. âLetâs see your new home.â
With Y/n still wiping tears from her cheeks, Azriel led them inside. The interior of the cottage was cozy and inviting, with warm wooden beams, a stone fireplace, and soft rugs scattered across the floors. The scent of fresh wood and faint traces of lavender lingered in the air.
âAzriel, this isâŚâ Y/n trailed off, her voice breaking as she looked around.
âCome with me,â Azriel said, taking her hand again. He guided her and Ella Bear down a short hallway to a door that was slightly ajar.
He set Ella Bear back on her feet and when he pushed the door open, Y'n's heart nearly stopped. The room was painted in soft pastel colors, and every surface was adorned with toys, books, and tiny decorations that screamed joy and childhood wonder. A plush bed with a dragon-shaped pillow sat against the far wall, and shelves were lined with everything a child could ever want.
Ella Bearâs face lit up like the sun. âIs this⌠my room?â she squeaked, her voice filled with awe as she took in the space.
Azriel smiled, his chest tightening at her reaction. âItâs all yours,â he said softly. âAuntie Feyre and Auntie Mor helped me make it perfect for you.â
The little girl squealed with delight, running to the bed and climbing up, clutching her toy dragon tightly. âItâs the best room ever!â she declared, spinning around to look at everything.
Y/n turned to Azriel, her tears falling freely now. âYou did all this?â she asked, her voice breaking.
He nodded, his gaze holding hers. âYou and Ella Bear deserve the best,â he said simply. âI wanted this to be a place where we could start freshâa home for our family.â
She stepped closer, her arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face against his chest. âI love you,â she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. âI love you so much.â
Azriel held her tightly, his wings curling slightly around her in a protective embrace. âI love you too,â he murmured. He pulled back and pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss.
From her perch on the bed, Ella Bear giggled. âMommy and Daddy are kissing again!â
Y/n laughed through her tears, pulling back just enough to look at him. âYouâve given us more than I ever dreamed of, Az. Thank you.â
Azriel smiled, brushing a tear from her cheek. âNo thanks needed. Youâre home now, Baby. Both of you. And thatâs all Iâve ever wanted.â
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Azriel POV
Azriel and Y/n left Ella Bear happily playing in her new room, her laughter ringing out as she explored every toy and nook with unrestrained joy. Azriel turned to Y/n with a soft smile.
âShall we see the rest of the house?â he asked, his voice low and warm.
She nodded, still wiping the lingering tears from her cheeks. âLead the way,â she said, her voice trembling with emotion but laced with excitement.
Azriel guided her through the rest of the cottage, his wings rustling faintly as they walked. Every room was thoughtfully designed, the charm of the stone walls and wooden beams creating a cozy yet elegant atmosphere.
They came to a second room down the hall, its door slightly ajar. Azriel pushed it open, revealing a space bathed in soft light. It was simple yet welcoming, with a small bed, a sturdy dresser, and an empty bookshelf waiting to be filled. The neutral colors gave the room a sense of openness, as if it were waiting for its purpose.
âThis is beautiful,â she said, running her hand along the frame of the bed. âIt feels like itâs waiting for someone.â
Azriel stood behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he breathed her in before placing a kiss on the side of her neck. âIt is,â he said softly. âIf⌠we ever want to grow our family, thereâs space here for more children. For siblings for Ella Bear.â
She turned to him, her green eyes wide with surprise. âYouâve thought about that?â she asked, her voice quiet.
He nodded, his gaze unwavering. âIâve thought about everything, Y/n. I want more children with you, Baby. Perhaps a son that has my wings and his motherâs captivating green eyes.â
Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up, cupping his cheek as she smiled. âYouâre an incredible man, Azriel,â she said softly.
He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before taking her hand and leading her to the next room. The third bedroom was similar to the second, equally filled with potential. She lingered in the doorway, already envisioning what could beâa nursery, perhaps, or a room for another child to grow and dream.
Finally, Azriel guided her to the master bedroom. When he opened the door, she gasped softly. The room was grand yet cozy, with a large fireplace built into the stone wall and a massive four-poster bed draped with soft, inviting linens. A plush rug covered the wooden floor, and the warm light from the fireplace gave the room a golden glow.
âAzriel,â she whispered, stepping inside. âThis is⌠perfect.â
He watched her with a quiet smile as she ran her fingers along the edge of the bed, her gaze taking in every detailâthe intricate carvings on the wooden posts, the cozy seating area near the hearth, the soft curtains framing the windows that overlooked the meadow outside.
âI wanted this room to feel like us,â he said, his voice steady. âA place where we could retreat, where we could be together and build a life filled with love.â
She turned to him, her eyes shimmering with emotion. âYouâve thought of everything,â she said, her voice breaking slightly. âThis is more than I ever dreamed of.â
Azriel stepped closer, his hands settling on her waist as he pulled her gently against him. âYouâre my mate,â he said softly. âIâve spent years imagining what our life could look like. Now that youâre here, I want to make all of it a reality.â
Tears slipped down her cheeks again, but she was smiling. âI love you,â she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
âI love you too,â he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss.
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Azriel POV
Azriel stepped into the small but cozy cottage with the last box of their belongings, the scent of pine and freshly hewn wood filling the air. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting golden light over the simple furnishings and the little details Y/n had insisted onâembroidered cushions, delicate curtains, and a soft woven rug that their daughter had immediately sprawled out on as soon as theyâd arrived. It wasnât the grand River House or the sprawling House of Wind, but it was perfect. It was theirs.
Azriel glanced over at Y/n, who was standing near the hearth with their daughter in her arms. Her dark hair glowed in the firelight, and her eyes sparkled with the joy of this new beginning. He felt a pang in his chest, a feeling so full it almost hurt.
âReady for bed, my little Ella Bear?â Azriel asked their daughter, his voice soft as he approached. She yawned dramatically, resting her head on Y/nâs shoulder with a sleepy smile.
âIâm not tired,â she mumbled, though her drooping eyes betrayed her.
Y/n chuckled and handed her over to Azriel. âNot tired at all, huh?â she teased, brushing a gentle kiss to their daughterâs forehead before stepping aside to let him take over.
Azriel carried her to the small bedroom Auntie Feyre and Auntie Mor had prepared just for her. The little bed was piled high with plush blankets and a stuffed dragon from Uncle Cassian she refused to sleep without.
Tucking her in, Azriel smoothed her dark hair away from her face, his shadows curling protectively around the edges of the room as if to guard her dreams. âGoodnight, my sweet Ella Bear. Daddy loves you.â he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
âI love you, Daddy,â she murmured, her tiny hand reaching for his as her eyes fluttered shut.
Azriel lingered for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall with each even breath, before silently slipping out of the room. He closed the door just enough to let a sliver of firelight peek in.
When he turned, Y/n was leaning against the doorframe of their own bedroom, her arms crossed and a soft smile playing on her lips. âSheâs out like a light,â she whispered.
Azriel crossed the space between them, his hands sliding around her waist as he drew her close. âOur first night here,â he murmured, his voice low and rough. âFeels⌠surreal.â
She looked up at him, her hands resting on his chest. âFeels like home,â she replied, her voice just as soft.
He kissed her then, slow and deep, pouring everything he feltâlove, gratitude, desireâinto the connection. She melted against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he guided her back into their new bedroom.
The bed was freshly made with crisp linen sheets.
It wouldnât remain pristine for long.
He found himself pulling her into his arms, his lips crashing down on hers in a kiss that was both possessive and reverent. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his with unspoken urgency.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their chests rising and falling in sync. Her green eyes were dark with desire, and she took a step back, her hands moving to the ties of her robe. Slowly, deliberately, she let the fabric slide off her shoulders, pooling at her feet to reveal the lingerie she wore beneathâa delicate set of black lace that left little to the imagination.
Azrielâs gaze raked over her, his hunger palpable. âYouâre breathtaking,â he murmured, his voice rough with need.
She smiled, a wicked curve of her lips, and reached for him again.
âNow itâs your turn,â she said, her fingers deftly working to rid him of his remaining clothes.
Once they were both bare, skin to skin, she led him to the bed, pushing him gently onto the soft surface. She climbed atop him, her thighs straddling his hips, and leaned down to kiss him again, her movements slow and deliberate. Her lips traced a path down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin in a way that made him groan.
But then she pulled away, leaving him aching for more, and reached for the tie from her robe.
She ran it lightly along his chest, watching his reaction with a predatory gleam in her eye. âDo you trust me?â she asked, her voice soft but firm.
Azrielâs breath hitched, but he nodded without hesitation. âWith everything that I am.â
Her smile was blinding as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. âThen let me take charge tonight.â
Slowly, meticulously, she began to bind his wrists with the silken rope, her gaze never leaving his. âYou belong to me,â she whispered, her voice a caress against his skin. âAnd I belong to you.â
The words echoed in the stillness of the chamber, a truth neither of them could deny. As she worked, her hands moved with practiced ease, her touch both gentle and firm. When she finally stepped back, Azriel lay exposed, vulnerable in a way he had never allowed himself to be before.
Her fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down his chest, her nails grazing the firm planes of his muscles. Azrielâs breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched her hand travel down further.
âYouâre not going to get away so easily,â she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. Her lips brushed against his ear, her warm breath ghosting over his skin. âIâm just getting started and we have all night.â
Her hand slid lower, and Azriel groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking forward as her hand found him, already hard and aching for release.
Fuck.
He could feel the heat pooling low in his spine, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke of her hand.
âPatience,â she teased, her voice dripping with amusement as she pulled her hand away, leaving him throbbing and wanting.
Azrielâs breath caught as her hands settled on his hips, her green eyes locking with his as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. He wanted to tangle his fingers in her long black hair, but with his wrists bound, all he could do was lay back and watch as she slowly swirled her tongue around him in dizzying patterns and sucked him deep into her warm, wet mouth.
Holy Gods.
His head fell back, a low growl escaping his throat as pleasure shot through him like wildfire.
âDo you like this?â she purred, her voice a velvety caress. âWatching your cock disappear in my mouth?â
Azriel couldnât form a coherent response, lost in the dual sensations of her mouth on him She took him deeper, her throat constricting around him in a way that threatened to undo him completely.
But then, suddenly, she pulled away, her lips glistening as she looked up at him with a wicked grin. âMy turn,â she said, rising to her feet and pushing him back onto the bed.
Azriel barely had time to process what was happening before she straddled him. His gaze raked over her, drinking in the sight of her perfect breasts, the curve of her hips, the way her body seemed to glow in the fire light from the hearth.
âGods baby, you're killing me,â he breathed, his voice rough with want.
Her smile was soft, almost shy, as she leaned down to kiss him, her lips lingering against his in a way that made his heart ache. But then she broke the kiss, shifting her weight so she could finally sink down onto him, her warmth enveloping him completely, Azriel thought he might lose his mind.
She rocked her hips, her pace agonizingly slow as she took him deep, her walls clenching around him. Her hands skimmed over body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until she moaned, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Azrielâs cock.
Azrielâs hands itched to touch her but remained bound above his head. âSo fucking gorgeous," he rasped as he drank in the sight of her riding him. "You feel⌠perfect,â he ground out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. âLike you were made for me.â
Her breath hitched, her pace faltering for a moment as those words soak into her. Then she leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless.
Her hands moved lower, finding her clit and circling it in tight, maddening strokes. She cried out, her body trembling as pleasure surged through her, her walls tightening around Azriel in a way that nearly pushed him over the edge.
âThatâs it, baby. Come on me,â Azriel urged, his voice a seductive command. âLet me feel you fall apart.â
She obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves as she clenched around him, milking him as she rode out every last wave of ecstasy. Azriel groaned, his own climax ripping through him a moment later, spilling himself deep inside her.
******
Azriel POV
While he was still seated inside her, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, âThereâs something I want to show you⌠something extraordinary. Itâs a mating ceremony gift passed down from generations in our family. My brother gave it to me after our mating ceremony and Iâve been saving it for the perfect time. Itâs⌠magical.â
Azrielâs eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity warring with the haze of pleasure clouding his mind. âMagical?â he echoed, his voice rough.
âMmm,â She hummed, her fingers trailing along his jawline. âIt enhances pleasure beyond anything youâve ever felt. But itâs not for the faint of heart. Think you can handle it, Shadowsinger?â
Mother above.
Her confidence and cockiness in the bedroom was so fucking sexy.
Azrielâs eyes narrowed, his lips curved into a slow smile, though his heart pounded in anticipation. âTry me.â
She slid off of him, moving toward the nightstand where a small, ornate box sat. She opened it with a reverence that made Azrielâs curiosity spike. Inside was a delicate chain necklace with a pendant that glowed faintly, its light shifting between hues of violet and gold.
âThis,â she said, lifting the necklace carefully, âis the Amulet of Adriata. It heightens sensationâevery touch, every kiss, every whisper will feel like fire on your skin. And it binds your senses to mine. Whatever I feel, you feel. And vice versa.â
Azrielâs breath caught at the idea, his body already responding to the thought of being so intimately connected to her. âHow does it work?â
She moved closer, the amulet dangling from her fingers. âI place it on you, and thenâŚâ She paused, her lips curving into a wicked smile. âYou surrender to it. Completely.â
Her voice dropped to a sultry murmur. âAzriel, let me take you somewhere youâve never been before.â
He could feel the weight of her gaze, the intensity of her desire reflecting his own. His voice was low, almost a growl.
âDo it.â
She stepped forward, the amulet glowing brighter as she lifted it over his head. The moment it touched his skin, a jolt of electric pleasure shot through him, making him gasp. His vision blurred momentarily, and when it cleared, everything felt⌠sharper. Every brush of air against his skin, every sound in the room, every scentâit all came into focus with overwhelming clarity.
But more than that, he could feel her.
Her excitement.
Her arousal.
Her anticipation.
It was as if her emotions were entwined with his own, threading through him like a second heartbeat.
Y/nâs breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. âOhâŚâ she whispered, her hand coming up to rest on her chest. âI can feel you. Your⌠your hunger. And your restraint. Gods, Azriel, youâre holding back so much.â She climbed back over him, straddling him on the bed, lowering herself onto his cock.
He swallowed hard, his body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. âI donât know if I canââ
âLet go, Az,â she interrupted, her voice firm but soft. âThatâs what this is for. To let go.â
Her hands came up to cup his face, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. When she kissed him, it was unlike anything heâd ever experienced. Her lips were soft, but the amulet amplified every movement, every press of her mouth against his. It was as if she wasnât just kissing himâshe was consuming him.
Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers dancing over his skin with a feather-light touch that sent sparks racing through him. He could feel her pleasure mingling with his own, the connection between them deepening with every passing moment.
When she finally pulled away, her breathing was ragged, her eyes dark with desire. âNow,â she whispered, her voice trembling. âTouch me.â
She untied his wrists and Azriel didnât hesitate. His hands found her hips, rocking her against him as he pushed and pulled her over his cock. He slid one hand down between her legs and began to slowly circle his thumb on her clit as his cock continued to rock inside of her. The moment his hands made contact, a shudder ran through both of them, their connection flaring bright and hot.
She moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. âGods, AzrielâŚâ
He could feel every tremor of her body, every hitch of her breath, every beat of her heart. It was intoxicating.
Overwhelming.
And yet, he wanted more.
He sat up on the bed as she sat straddled his lap, chest to chest, and continued to rock her hips, her hands tangled in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp as she pulled him closer. âMore,â she gasped, her voice raw with need. âPlease, Azriel, more.â
His control shattered. With a growl, he grabbed her ass and stood up, wrapping her legs around his waist and walked her backwards to the wall, pressing her against it as his arms slid under her thighs, sliding her up and down on his cock.
The amulet pulsed with each touch, each kiss, each whispered plea, binding them together in a web of sensation that left no room for thought, only feeling. Azriel lost himself in her, in the way her body moved against his, in the way her pleasure became his own.
The bond between them flared brightly, and Azriel could feel her climax building, echoing within him.
When it finally hit, it was explosive. She shuddered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Azriel followed her over the edge, his own release spilling into her as the bond between them surged with blinding intensity.
For a moment, they stayed like that, caught in the aftermath, their bodies pressed together against the wall as they struggled to catch their breath. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck and planted small, featherlight kisses on her soft skin.
And as the night stretched on, they explored every inch of each other, the amulet guiding them deeper and deeper into a world of ecstasy where nothing existed but the two of them and the fire that burned hot and bright between them.
******
Azriel POV
Afterward, as they lay tangled in the sheets, the moonlight streamed through the windows of their cottage, casting a soft glow across the room as Azriel lay in bed, Y/n nestled against his side. Her steady breathing brushed against his skin, and the faint scent of her filled the air, grounding him in a way nothing else ever could.
Azriel stared up at the ceiling, his hand trailing gently along the curve of her bare back.
The warmth of her body against his own was a sensation he would never take for granted. Not after centuries of believing he'd never deserve such a thing, let alone that the Mother would bless him with it.
With her.
She stirred slightly, her lips brushing against his chest as she murmured something unintelligible in her half-asleep state. A small smile curved his lips.
His mate.
His perfect match in every way.
Azriel's mind wandered back to the moments they'd just shared-raw, consuming, and electric. She was unlike anything he could have imagined: fierce and yielding, soft yet demanding, and utterly unashamed to explore where his sexual appetites lingered. She didn't shy away from the intensity of his desire; she matched it with her own, meeting him thrust for thrust, touch for touch, until they both lost themselves in the heat and power of their connection.
He had always kept his deepest desires locked away, hidden behind the stoicism he was known for. Shadows were his domain, and secrets were his trade. Yet, she had unraveled him piece by piece, revealing not only the man beneath the warrior but the untamed hunger that had always burned within. And she hadn't run from it. She had embraced it, embraced him, with a fire that matched his own.
Azriel's shadows danced lightly around the room, as if celebrating the bond they shared. It wasn't just about the physical connection they had - though the physical was extraordinary. It was about how completely they understood each other, how seamlessly they fit. In every kiss, every whispered word, and every shared breath, they became one, losing themselves in each other only to emerge stronger.
He tightened his arm around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She shifted, her green eyes fluttering open, sleepy but curious. "What are you thinking about?" she murmured, her voice husky from sleep.
He gazed down at her, sliding his hand up from her back to her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve. "About how lucky I am," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of his emotions. "To have you. To be yours. To be with someone who knows me so completely and... shares all of me."
A teasing smile curved her lips as she shifted to rest her chin on his chest. "All of you, huh?" she murmured, her fingers trailing down his torso, making him shiver. "Even the parts you used to think you had to hide?"
"Especially those parts," he replied, his voice dropping to a low rumble. His hand moved to cup her face, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes. "You make me feel whole, baby. Like every part of me-light and darkâ belongs with you."
Her gaze softened, and she leaned up to kiss him, slow and tender. "That's because you do," she whispered against his lips. "We're one, Azriel. Always."
He held her tightly, his heart full to bursting. As her warmth enveloped him once more, Azriel made a silent vow to himself and to the stars: to cherish her, to honor her, and to thank the Mother every day for this life-for this woman and this little girl.
His girls.
His whole world.
His everything.
Y/n rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his skin. âThis is where weâre meant to be,â she whispered, her voice heavy with contentment and exhaustion.
Azriel pressed a kiss to her hair, his shadows still lingering around them as if unwilling to leave this sacred moment unprotected. âYes,â he agreed, his voice no louder than a breath. âItâs perfect. Youâre perfect. Sheâs perfect.â
As the firelight dimmed and sleep began to claim them, the quiet peace of their little cottage wrapped around them like a second blanket.
It wasnât just a house.
It was home.
And it was everything Azriel had ever dreamed of.
Chapter 6
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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Eleven
Saiki Kusuo x Reader
Chapter Eleven: Mark of Death
Summary: Aiura causes more problems for Saiki and (Y/N).
            âI thought sheâd give up by now,â said Saiki, rubbing his temples as he heard Mikoâs rambling thoughts about âSK and (Your Initials) Hunting.â
           âSheâs certainly persistent,â agreed (Y/N).
            âIâm going to hide and change my name,â said Saiki.
           (Y/N) was used to his deadpan exaggerations. âSheâs coming this way, isnât she?â
            âYes.â Quickly, Saiki stood, took (Y/N)âs hand, and dragged them out the door before Mikoâwho had found their names listed on her sheetâcould grab them for her fortune-telling.
           âOh, (Y/N)!â
            âToo late,â said Saiki grouchily as Yumeharaâs voice carried down the hall.
           âGo ahead,â laughed (Y/N), squeezing his hand. âMaybe I can talk some sense into Miko while Iâm with her.â
            âSheâs going to flirt with you,â said Saiki.
           âAnd Iâm not going to flirt back,â reminded (Y/N). They pushed him forward as Yumehara ran down the hall. âGo on.â
           Saiki looked at them and decided to keep an eye on things before walking speedily off. (Y/N) chuckled before turning to face Yumehara.
           âHi, Chiyo,â they said, smiling.
           âWhereâs Saiki going?â asked Yumehara.
           âBathroom,â said (Y/N). âDid you need me?â
           âMiko wants to talk to you,â said Yumehara. âCome on!â
           âDo I get a choice?â said (Y/N) as Yumehara grabbed their wrist.
           âNope!â
           âThatâs what I thought.â (Y/N) chuckled.
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           âHere they are!â said Yumehara, gesturing to (Y/N) in front of Miko. They stood on the roof of the school.
           (Y/N) waved and smiled. âHi, Iâm (L/N).â
           â(L/N) (Y/N), right?â Miko lit up. âYour initials are exactly what Iâm looking for! Do you know anyone with the initials S.K.?!â
           âYeah, I know a bunch of people with those initials,â said (Y/N) brightly. âAs for my initialsâŚthank you?â
           âYou are so sweet. I love your aura, when I can see it.â Miko was beaming and rambling. âYou are so pretty, too, you know? Literally so cute.â
           âOh.â (Y/N) laughed nervously. On top of the roof shed, Saikiâs eye twitched. âThanks, Aiura.â
           âCall me Miko,â said Miko. She winked. âI mean, youâre probably one of my soulmates.â
           âThatâs sweet, but I donât know you.â
           Yumehara, Miko, and Saiki all winced as (Y/N) smiled even while speaking such devastating words. Apparently, they had no idea how cutting that was (they were just too honest and cheerful).
           âJust wait!â said Miko. She grinned and gave (Y/N) a peace sign. âOnce I find our S.K., youâll see our auras together, and itâll be perfect.â
           âIâm okay,â said (Y/N) again, still bright. âI donât think Iâm the one for you. But Iâll be your friend.â They closed their eyes and smiled.
           Saiki just stared as they sparkled. They were way too cute (Miko had a point, unfortunately).
           âOkay!â said Miko, grinning and putting her arm around their shoulder. She winked. âCute people should hang together.â
           (Y/N) smiled, pleased. There we go, that worked!
           Saiki didnât even need to know (Y/N)âs thoughtsâand he really couldnât read them because of the germanium earringsâbut he knew for a fact they thought they had fixed the situation. (It was sweetly optimistic, so he could never be mad, but he was also watching Miko fall head-over-heels into a crush on (Y/N). They were just that sweet).
           Miko sighed and pouted, leaning on (Y/N)âs shoulder. âIf only we could add the SK to our trio.â
           âWhy havenât you seen his aura yet?â asked Yumehara.
           âMy abilities just donât work at school,â sighed Miko. âI have no idea why.â
           (Y/N) shrugged.
           Saiki leaned back comfortably on the shed roof. You canât see auras because Iâm nearby. You would know if you looked, but my aura is so large it covers the whole school, so mine is the only one you can see. As long as you never find that out, you will never unveil my true identity.
           Yumehara brightened. âMaybe Mr. Rightâs aura is so big you canât see it!â
            Uh-oh, thought (Y/N).
           âThatâs it!â said Miko excitedly.
            Okay. She figured it out. Saiki cursed the world.
           âBut if so, wouldnât their aura be huge?â said Miko. âThatâs, like, crazy. Itâs super off the chain. Iâve never heard that before.â
           âYeah, but it means theyâre still here, right?â said Yumehara excitedly. âWe can watch the gate from here! If you start to see the auras after someone passes through, thatâs the SK!â
           âYouâre so smart!â said Miko.
            Good luck, Kusuo, thought (Y/N).
           They, Yumehara, and Miko sat down to watch people leave school for the day. As they watched, Saiki walked out the gate. (Y/N) leaned forward, wondering what he was planning.
           âThatâs Saiki, heâs on my list!â said Miko. She looked at (Y/N). âWhat do you think of him?â
           âHeâs my friend,â said (Y/N), smiling. My boyfriend.
           âHeâs gone,â said Yumehara. âCan you see any aura?â
           Miko sighed and shook her head. âNo. Nothing.â
            Oh, he teleported, thought (Y/N)
           âWell, Saiki does have Kokomi, after all,â said Yumehara.
           (Y/N) winced. They didnât want to talk about that. So, they interrupted. âHow long are we going to wait here?â
           âUntil everyone leaves!â said Miko forcefully.
           âI have to go home tonight, sorry,â said Yumehara.
           âItâs alright. You gave me a great clue,â said Miko. âBye, Chiyopipi!â
           âBye, Miko, (Y/N),â said Yumehara, leaving.
           âBye,â said (Y/N), smiling.
           And so, they were left to watch the sun go down and everyone filter out of the school. Poor Saiki was stuck on the shed roof to keep an eye on the situation and to keep Miko from seeing any auras until she gave up.
           (Y/N) leaned on the railing and looked at the city around them. âMiko, why are you looking for someone with SK and my initials?â
           âMy fortune told me theyâre going to make me happier in life,â said Miko. âObviously, theyâre my soulmates.â
      "Couldnât that be friendship?â said (Y/N), looking at her.
           âSounds like soulmates,â said Miko.
           âYeah, but it could just be friendship,â said (Y/N). They smiled gently. âThink about it. I mean, if you really like these people you end up finding, then try to be their friend before anything else. Then, whatever happens, you have a great bond.â
           Miko looked at (Y/N) curiously. âI never thought about it that way.â
           (Y/N) shrugged. âI think you should let things develop naturally, not just read your fortune. Let yourself have some fun, get surprised.â
           âIâve never really done that,â said Miko, considering. âI guess that would mean leaving tonight.â
           âIf youâre meant to meet someoneâfriend or anything elseâitâll happen on itâs own,â said (Y/N) encouragingly. âAnd I donât care about this whole fate and initials thing, but Iâll be your friend.â
           âEven though I dragged you into this as my soulmate?â said Miko.
           âI have weird friends, Iâm used to it,â laughed (Y/N).
           Miko smiled before looking back out. âAh! I can see the auras!â Her eyes widened excitedly.
            Kusuo must have left, thought (Y/N). The situation had gotten handled, so he managed to leave. At least heâll get some rest. âOH, thatâs good.â
           âI want to look at yours again! When I saw it for a second, it was so prettyâAh!â Mikoâs eyes widened in shock as she looked at (Y/N).
           They tilted their head. âWhatâs the matter?â
           âYou have the mark of death on you!â exclaimed Miko worriedly.
           (Y/N) froze. âUhâŚwhat?â That didn���t sound good.
           âIâm serious, itâs right there on your face,â said Miko.
           âWhat do I dâwhoa!â
           As (Y/N) straightened, the railing behind them snapped, and they toppled backwards. They let out a cry, and Miko dove to catch them. She caught their ankle, and (Y/N) hung precariously over the side of the roof.
           âOh my god!â cried Miko. This is serious! It couldnât be worse! âHold on, (Y/N)!â Damn, if I couldâve seen their aura earlier, I could have stopped this! Her grip began to slip. I need to pull them up somehow!
           As (Y/N) swung precariously over the ground below, they panicked. Only one thought came to mind as they felt themself slip. âKusuo!â they shouted, squeezing their eyes shut.
           They slipped. They fell. They screamed.
           Strong arms wrapped around them and held them tight. (Y/N)âs heart thumped against their chest, and they opened their eyes. Saiki, breathing heavily from his own panicked teleportation, held them tightly to him.
            âToo close,â said Saiki, holding them tightly.
           âKusuo!â said (Y/N), throwing their arms around his neck and hugging him. They were so relieved he was there. âYou came!â
            âAlways,â promised Saiki. He looked up at the roof. Miko was starting at him and (Y/N) with wide eyes. Unfortunately, the call had been so close that he couldnât avoid revealing himself. To save (Y/N) though, it was worth whatever trouble Miko brought. They were worth it.
           Saiki teleported himself and (Y/N) back onto the roof. Miko whirled in shock and stared at him. Ignoring her for the moment, Saiki put (Y/N) back on their feet but kept a protective arm around them. If they still had the mark of death, he was sticking close by.
           âHow on earth did you do that?!â cried Miko.
            âI caught them,â said Saiki.
           âBut we saw you leave earlier,â said Miko. âWhat are you doing here?â
           âHe, uhâŚâ (Y/N) was still too shaky to come up with a lie (and nothing could really cover this mishap).
            âI teleported back.â Saiki couldnât avoid the truth on this one.
           âTeleported?â said Miko. âWhat are you?!â
            âNothing. Just a regular old psychic high schooler,â said Saiki, blunt as ever.
           âPsychic? Are you sure itâs not puberty?â said Miko.
           âIs that part of puberty?â said (Y/N), blinking.
            âNo,â said Saiki firmly. âYou have powers similar to mine.â
           âShow me proof!â said Miko.
            âI donât really care if you believe me or not.â What mattered was keeping (Y/N) safe. Saiki had done that.
           âCome on, Kusuo, just show her,â said (Y/N). âNo avoiding it now.â
            âFine.â Saiki held up a spoon.
           âWhat, youâre going to bend a spoon? That old trick?â said Miko.
           Saiki tied the spoon in a knot.
           âHe tied it in a knot!â cried Miko, gesturing wildly at it while staring at (Y/N). âThatâs way better than just bending it! And itâs wiggling all by itself! This is super creepy!!
            âDo you believe me now?â
           Miko took the knotted spoon and took a photo.
           âWhat are you doing?â asked (Y/N).
           âIâm going to put it on the internet!â said Miko excitedly.
           Saiki glowered and took the phone before she could do anything. âNo, donât! You are not to tell anyone about this!â
           âHuh? Oh, okay,â said Miko. She paused and looked at (Y/N). âHow do they know?â
           Saiki and (Y/N) looked at each other. (Y/N) shrugged. They were in so far, might as well go further.
           âWeâre dating,â said (Y/N).
           âWhat?!â shouted Miko.
            âSo neither of us are interested in you,â added Saiki bluntly.
           âRude,â said Miko, pointing at him. âBut Iâll deal with that later. We have something way more important to deal with.â She changed to point at (Y/N). âYou could still have the mark of death.â
            âIâll protect them,â said Saiki instantly.
           âWith you around, I canât see if the mark has left,â said Miko, putting her hands on her hips. âSo shoo.â
            âNo.â
           âYeah.â
            âNo.â
           âYeah!â
           âKusuo,â said (Y/N). âYou can watch from a distance. But Miko has a point. Her powers donât work unless she can see my aura.â Saiki glowered, and (Y/N) smiled. They touched his arm. âDonât worry. Iâll be alright.â
            âFine.â Saiki was seriously displeased.
           But he was still forced to stand on a rooftop and watch from afar as (Y/N) and Miko walked back towards (Y/N)âs home. Unfortunately, the mark was still present, so Miko, Saiki, and (Y/N) were tense as they walked through the streets of the city.
           âSo what exactly does the mark of death mean?â asked (Y/N).
           âIt means youâre going to have seriously bad luck that could kill you,â said Miko. âThatâs why itâs so bad! And until a certain event thatâs the most likely to kill you is stopped, itâs going to stay with you!â
           âFalling from a roof isnât enough?â said (Y/N).
           âNo!â whined Miko.
           âOh, thatâs unfortunate,â said (Y/N).
           âWhy arenât you freaking out?!â said Miko.
           âBecause I trust you and Kusuo,â said (Y/N), the words coming easily. They really meant it. âI know that whatever happens, you two will be there until the mark goes away.â
            Oh, wow. I really donât deserveâ
           âWatch out!â cried Miko, grabbing (Y/N) as a trunk skidded off the road and went careening towards them. (Y/N) and Miko screamed, grabbing one another.
           âHe has the mark of death, too!â cried Miko, staring at the driver, who was completely asleep.
            âDonât worry. Iâm in the truck with him.â
           (Y/N) and Miko opened their eyes as Saiki spoke to them.
            âI saw what was going to happen.â He did have clairvoyance, and he had been checking it every other minute that he could to make sure (Y/N) would be safe. âSo I stopped it.â He put his foot on the break, and the truck slowed to a stop.
           âI knew youâd do it,â breathed (Y/N), in relief, shoulders sagging. They had panicked a bit, but their trust hadnât wavered (they were human. They got scared).
           The crowd watching gasped and ran forward. Fortunately, Saiki had already teleported out and away to leave the man to be found and helped. (Y/N) was safe, and his mission was complete.
            âSo?â
           Miko breathed a sigh of relief. âThe marks are gone from both their faces.â
           (Y/N) and Saiki also let out sighs of relief, and Saiki teleported into an alley and walked out.
            âThen Iâm taking (Y/N) home,â said Saiki.
           âWhat, I canât come with you guys?â said Miko, huffing.
            âWeâre not your soulmates,â said Saiki.
           âWeâre your friends,â said (Y/N), smiling. âThank you for everything.â
            âIâm not your friend,â said Saiki.
           âHah! They said it, so itâs true!â said Miko, pointing at him triumphantly. âYouâre cool, but theyâre cooler!â
           Saiki glowered. âDonât flirt with my partner.â
           âIâm equal opportunity. Gânight, Mr. Right, Pinky Pie,â said Miko, waving, winking, and walking off.
           âI think I got through to her on the roof,â said (Y/N) cheerfully. âShe wants to be our friend.â
            âSheâs flirting.â
           âReally? I thought she was being nice.â
            âThatâs just because youâre nice.â
           (Y/N) laughed sheepishly. âI canât really tell the differenceâ
           Saiki shook his head fondly. They were oblivious to how popular they really were, but he had nothing to worry about. âLet me take you back home.â
           âOkay,â said (Y/N), smiling and linking their arm with his. âAnd for the record, I knew you were going to save me.â
            âYou screamed.â
           âTrucks coming at me are kinda scary,â said (Y/N), shrugging. They leaned on his shoulder. âBut I trust you. I mean, youâre always there for people when they need it.â
           Saiki smiled down at them, leaned down, and kissed their forehead. (Y/N) laughed. âThank you for trusting me.â
           âOf course, Kusuo,â said (Y/N), smiling. âAlways.â
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Smile Like You Mean It 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters:Â Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)
Summary:Â youâre trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.
Part of the Bad Professors AU
Note:Â Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.Â
Your new dress isnât quite new. Yet, itâs better than anything you brought from home. You canât afford the designer looks but you found a nice dupe. You think. There was a tiktok of a similar outfit, though your vans donât quite compliment the look. Well, how many people are going to be looking at your feet. Or looking at you.Â
Itâs too bad your new friend, Ash, had to rush off to get her books. You could have used the moral support and yet, itâs a bit too early to be inviting her places, isnât it? And to think of it, Colin invited you, not anyone else.Â
You check your phone as you walk across campus. Your tights do little against the cold and make your thighs itch. You clutch the strap of your purse, the fringe swaying with each step. Â
You hear the party before you get to it. As you walk up, the windows glow against the backdrop of the evening and tiki torches are lit to light the folding tables of red cups and chips and other things. Some bounce balls into the cups as the guests already there cluster around and chatter at a blustering volume.Â
You shrink at the precipice of the walk that divides the grass. Music pumps from within, churning in the air with the garbling voices. The front door is wide open as people come and go. Youâre nearly knocked off your feet as two guys in the blue jackets brush past you.Â
You exhale and make yourself go forward. You grip your phone tight and look down at the screen. You should text Colin and figure out where he is. Youâre distracted from sending the message as you pass a girl being crushed by a guy against the siding. Â
They make out sloppily, the girl seemingly helpless to his affections as he pens her in. She has her hands on his chest as he clamps her head tight. She wears corduroy skirt and puffy blouse. Itâs not exactly cutting edge.Â
You peek at the other guests. You prepared for tall blondes and gorgeous brunettes. All the other girls are pretty and yet they arenât the lululemon, PSL-guzzling coeds you marvel at. Theyâre just like you...Â
âAubby!â The voice booms like thunder and centers your anxiety. Â
You look at Colin with wide eyes as he approaches. Oh my. Heâs wearing his jacket but no shirt under it. There are blue emblems painted on his buff chest. Your eyes skim the lines of his tight muscles. Â
âThere you are, baby doll,â he nears and drapes his arm across your shoulder. âYou get a drink? You need a drink.âÂ
You let him take over easily. Your voice remains elusive.Â
âSee, I love that about you, Auburn. Youâre so gentle and quiet. You let a man take control. Just the way it should be,â he squeezes you against him. âFuck, Iâm all over the place. Did I tell you that dress is hot as hell?âÂ
You look down and hug yourself. You donât know that anyone ever complimented your clothes. There wasnât really anything to like about them. Or you.Â
âLet me give you a lay of the land...â he declares as he grabs a red cup from another table and hands it to you. You accept it as he claims on for himself.Â
He walks you through the house, yapping about the fraternity and how they have pledges serving the drinks. You notice they donât have jackets and are dressed in tight spandex shorts and feather boas. You try not to stare.Â
You taste the beer. You donât drink. You never saw the need for it. You always overheard the girls in English talking about getting lit and waking up face down but you were never in with them, and that didnât really sound too fun.Â
âEh, there he is,â Colin booms and makes you flinch. âRafe,â he lets you go to the dab up the other guy. Heâs a bit more slender than Colin, his hair is longer and floppy, and his eyes look a bit sleepy. âAubby, this is the best guy in the place. Rafe, this is Auburn... my date.âÂ
Date? Your eyes flicker. Is that what this is?Â
âUh... hi,â you force out and nearly cough.Â
Rafeâs brows tilt and he looks at Colin, âsheâs quiet,â the latter says. Â
âCute,â the other replies as he gives you a look up and down. âI been making the rounds. Making sure everyoneâs cozy.âÂ
âRight, right,â Colin says.Â
âGood turn out,â Rafe says. âThing will get going soon.âÂ
âSure, well, see ya round, weâre going to try to catch up,â Colin raises his cup and drains it. He turns you past Rafe and presses on. He swallows a belch, âhey, you need another?âÂ
You look down at your cup. Youâve barely had any. You shake your head.Â
âAh, babe, no problem. You take your time. Lots of beer to go around,â he assures you and waves his cup in the air. A pledge appears to switch it out. Youâre embarrassed at all the nakedness.Â
âHow about we find somewhere quiet? Lots going on, right?âÂ
You nod. He directs you around a cluster of guys and girls. You get to the stairs and climb with him. He clings to your hand as he drags you down the hall and into a bedroom. He shuts the door and youâre relieved to have the cacophony blocked out. Then all at once, youâre nervous at the reality of being alone with him.Â
âI really mean it, that dress looks good on you,â he lets you go and faces you as he bites his thumb, âyou got a nice body.âÂ
You push your legs together and cradle your hot cheek. You slurp the beer before you squeak out a thank you. He smiles.Â
âCome on,â he goes to the bed and hops on it. He sits against the head board and slaps the space next to him. You hesitate. âNo funny business. I been on my feet all day. Thatâs it.âÂ
âOh, okay,â you murmur.Â
You go to the bed and climb up next to him. You put one leg over the other as you extend them and he wraps his arm around your shoulder once more. He pulls himself closer. He takes a drink then puts his cup on the table at his other side.Â
âAre you a freshman?â He asks. You nod. âAh, makes sense. Well, that makes you special. Freshman donât often get in at Delta.âÂ
âReally,â you say behind the brim of the cup.Â
âWell, baby, I knew you were special when I saw you,â he trails his fingers along your thigh and you twitch in surprise.Â
âSpecial?âÂ
âYeah, youâre not like other girls. Youâre just you. I like that.â He purrs as his other hand rubs your shoulder. âAnd youâre pretty as all hell.âÂ
You stare at him, burning to the core. Youâve never been this close to a guy. Never had them being so touchy or sweet. Itâs overwhelming.Â
âIâm sorry to be a fucking simp but can I kiss you?â He rasps, âI been thinking of it all day.âÂ
âKiss?â You echo. âUmm...âÂ
He gently retracts his hand and grips the cup in your hand. He dislodges it and reaches to set it with his. He turns you again and caresses your cheek.Â
âJust a kiss, babe? Please?âÂ
You stare at him. You are on fire. You canât speak. Not enough to say no. So, you nod. Â
Today has been a day of firsts. Your first friend, your first kiss. Itâs the first day of an amazing year, you can feel it.Â
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Kabr0z Writes Episode 12 - Debt, part 3
Also entitled: Endings and BeginningsÂ
Find the Kabr0z Writes Anthology, including parts 1 and 2 here!
CWs: group sex; anonymous sex; noncon; dubcon; more coercion including coercion via financial means; Lots of fucking;Â pregnancy mention; creampies; free-use; s&m dynamics; role switching; marriage mentioned
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You kept thinking about that party. The first task was easy, suck off a handsome lupine under his desk? You might've done that for free if he bought you dinner (which he ended up doing anyway), but being the centrepiece for a masked orgy was a little more than you bargained for. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy yourself, and Professor Blaidd was very considerate, when he wasn't playing the taskmaster, all soft fur and tenderness. You still had the pyjamas he gave you, and you were still finding his greying hair on them.
Thank goodness for small mercies, you shrugged, if you're going to be led by the purse-strings into subbing for some guy and his friends, at least you nabbed a cute one. For all your doubts though, you were still wearing the anal toy he gave you last time as you walked through the lobby to the elevator. The lowest setting so it wasn't obvious, but was keeping you in the mood.
You knocked on the office door and entered. Blaidd was waiting for you, sat on his desk typing on his phone. He was dressed as he was when you first met him, a the tan blazer, matching trousers and white shirt, salt-and-pepper fur spilling out of the collar and cuffs. You stepped forward and gave him a hug. He started back, but then returned it, holding your head into his chest. His smell was amazing, the scent of old books and a hint of musk.Â
"This is the last task" He pulled away from the hug and looked into your eyes "It's going to be... Intense"
"More than your party?" You met his gaze
"Yes, I still know all the participants and have personally vetted them, but it's going to be a lot" He got up, moving you to one side "It'll be easier to explain when we get there"
You followed him out of the office and into his car. It felt almost strange to be sat here wearing actual clothes, even if you did still have something in you, gently buzzing against the seat.
Blaidd's ears cocked "Do you hear that?"
"Hm?" You listened closer
"There's been this strange noise since you came into my office, like a hum..." His eyes widened "You're not..!"
"Maybe?" You failed to suppress a smirk, of course he could hear it "If you wanted a dress code, you should have told me"
He grinned "It's fine, but it's going to come out soon, we're here"
You'd pulled into a warehouse car park and got out, coming around the front to let you out again, taking his arm and allowing yourself to be led inside.
The building looked much less intimidating inside than out, soft pink mood lighting illuminated a reception desk, where Blaidd passed a scantily-clad woman in bunny ears a printout. She looked it over, nodded, and wordlessly led you both into another room.
This room was darker, with a divider across it, a wide hole cut into it roughly at waist height. Blaidd nodded to the concierge and pushed some banknotes into her hand "Give us twenty minutes to get settled, I'll let you know when to start letting them in" She nodded and left the roomÂ
"Slipping her a bribe so she doesn't call the police?" You giggled. Despite being in the rough part of town, despite being in an unfamiliar building, despite the dubious 'them' Blaidd mentioned, you seemed unable to feel unsafe around him
"Oh, you know" Blaidd smiled "Just the tip"
You facepalmed, you knew he was corny but that's still a bit muchÂ
Blaidd was laughing at his own joke as he brought you behind the divider and sat you on a bench. You could see a headrest and armrests, complete with restraints. Clearly this was intended to for someone to lie on it for a while without a break.
"This will be a free-use scene, have you heard of it?"
You noddedÂ
"Good, now get undressed and lie down"
You did so, slowly peeling off each item, making sure he was watching as you did. This time though, he was stripping for you too. You hadn't realised how broad his chest was, or how thick the fur really was under his clothes. The sight of his cock peeking out of his sheath made your pulse quicken. You lay on the bench, completely nude with your lower half on the other side of the divider and let him buckle down your hands. He pulled down a curtain and fastened it around your midriff, preventing you seeing anything on the other side of the thin wall, before padding around the other side.Â
Soft hands grasped your ankle, before lifting it up and securing it with a rope. One leg suspended, and those hands on the other ankle you felt something, that bastard!
You couldn't help but laugh and squirm, he was licking the sole of your foot, the tickling making you call out before he tied that one up too. "Just a taste, the men waiting will have free reign of anything this side of the curtain." A pause "Speaking of free reign"
The plug in your ass pushed deeper in. He must be pressing on it, the vibrations pulsing deeper in you. You squeaked as his other hand started working your pussy, a thumb circling your clit while fingers explored your folds. Then the plug was pulled out of you. Another pause. You felt something wet enter your rear. It wasn't his cock, you could guess that much, maybe two fingers? Another joined them, gently massaging your asshole. Your whines filled your ears, drowning out the sloppy sound of his hands in your ass and pussy.
Then nothing, "Blaidd" you whimpered at the deprivationÂ
You heard him laugh and knock on the door "Ready" he called out, before appearing behind the divider again "I'll be here in a... Supervisory role, just for safety"Â
The hand stroking his cock said otherwise.
You heard the door open. Then a clinking sound. Something rested on your exposed pussy. You lifted your pelvis, gently rubbing yourself on it before it slid inside. The thrusting was slow at first. You bucked against it, trying to fuck yourself on whatever it was that's been put inside you. The man grunted and sped up.Â
"That's right" you growled "Fuck me properly"
You think he heard you. Hands grabbed your hips and he pulled himself into you. You could feel his balls slapping on you as he drove himself in and out. In and out. In and out. You started to moan. To look at Blaidd, stood there, absent mindedly rubbing his cock and staring at your rolling tits. "My mouth"
He looked at you, and raised an eyebrowÂ
"Fuck my mouth, Blaidd"Â
The man behind the wall pushed in hard, you gasped as he squeezed your hips and twitched inside you. He hadn't lasted long enoughÂ
"I can't interfere, pet," Blaidd grinned at you "I'm just here to watch"Â
The man pulled out, something rubbed your leg, then the door again. You stared at Blaidd's grin as you felt someone push two fingers into you. Whoever this was, they knew what they were doing. The fingers pulled up against you, driving hard into your g-spot as a tongue started flicking at your clit. You could feel the previous man's cum leaking out of you as your pussy clenched harder and harder. You could see two wolves in front of you now, both holding that cock you wanted to taste so much.Â
The fingering stopped.Â
You cried out. Bucking madly hoping to find something, anything to rub against but only humping the air.Â
A slap came across your ass. Then another. Another. Another. You could feel it coming. With every slap across your ass. Again. Again.Â
A scream. You didn't register it as yours for a couple of seconds. Then you noticed you were pantingÂ
"Please, Blaidd, please" you begged, but he just grinned wider as a cock pushed into your squirming pussy and started rutting into you. You squeezed and bucked against him as he thrust. You wanted to milk him. The man pushed in and started to cum. More thick fluids deposited in you as he shuddered against you, before whipping himself out. Another rub on your bare thigh and the sound of the door again.
"Blai-dd" you moaned at him. You could see him leaking as he slowly pawed himself off, grinning at you, but still not touchingÂ
The door again, this time you could hear the man enter, hooves clopping on the ground.Â
An equine. You wondered if it was the one from the party. Whoever it was, he was huge. You felt the thick, flat-ended cock as he rested it on top of you.
It felt even bigger as it entered. He pushed it in gently at first. Your breathing catching and whining as it inched inside, stretching you around it. He started fucking. Pushing a little deeper every thrust. Slowly, painfully, he worked you down his length, every inch making you yelp and tear up until you were at his hilt. He waited a moment. The ridiculous cock deep in you. You noticed something: Your hips were moving. Even as this monster was stretching you, bringing tears to your eyes, you were getting off on it. The equine pulled himself almost out of you. You gasped as the flare on the end of his cock dragged against your insides, pulling out a trickle of fluids behind it until it paused, just the head inside you. You knew what was coming. You rolled your hips, hearing him moan as you edged him a little.
He thrust in. The breath was driven from you as it filled you. He was done being gentle. Each thrust drove the huge cock to your cervix, battering against it and making you cry out. You could feel yourself getting closer despite the pain, maybe because of it. Again and again he rammed into you, driving you further and further. He pushed in one last time. Pressed deepe into you than you've ever felt. He pumped wave after wave of cum into you. You could feel it dripping out of you as he started going soft inside you, his cock rapidly retracting into his sheath. Another touch on your thigh and he was gone.
One after another, men came into the room and had their way with you, one way or the other. Most used your soaking pussy, some preferring your ass, some would just finger you or eat you out to another screaming orgasm then leave.
All the while, Blaidd just stood there, stroking his cock and watching you beg him to finally give it to you.
A woman's voice came from the other side of the wall. "That's everyone, Mr. Blaidd, you've got an hour to get ready then we need to get the cleaning staff in"
Blaidd took out his phone and tapped a few buttons, then pulled on some boxers and started work on the buckles restraining you. He said something, but you didn't hear. You were watching the damp patch on his underwear. It was growing, little by little as his bulge twitched underneath.
Your torso was free. You bided your time.Â
He rounded the divider and pulled on the knots holding your ankles, releasing them. You gasped as your legs dropped, the sudden change of position feeling weird after spending hours suspended. You opened the divider and pulled your lower half in. Your thighs were covered in tally marks, you counted 28. Did 28 different men just finish in you? Or did everyone get a mark whether they did or not? You weren't paying enough attention to know for sure. There was only one cock you cared about now.
Just as expected. Blaidd came back to you, and sat next to you.
"Is that everything now" you asked, trying to seem innocentÂ
"Yes, the money's been sent to your account. It should already have landed. It's been nice working with you"
He seemed withdrawn suddenly, almost bashful, sat there in nothing but his underwear.Â
"So what happens now?
"I'll stay here as long as you need, then I can give you a ride home" He looked down slightly, his tail hanging low and his ears drooping
"You'll give me a ride alright" You manhandled him down onto the bench and opened his flies. His still-throbbing cock sprung out, already lubed up with his precum.
His ears pricked up as you swung your leg over him and positioned his cock under you. "I'm not your whore any more, but I've seen how you look at me" he gasped as you lowered yourself onto his cock. Between the fluid on his cock and the cum oozing out of you there was no need for any foreplay.Â
His moans only got more intense as you rode him. Your pussy was already stretched out so you didn't struggle taking him. You could feel his knot under you. You pushed down on it, watching his face scrunch up, then relax into a hazy smile once it popped in.
Now the fun begins. You clenched your pelvic muscles, flexing your kegels against the knotted cock inside you. You kept riding him hard, feeling him fill you. You were almost there. Just a little more and...
There.
Your orgasm rocked through you. Easily the best one of the day as you pushed the knotted cock inside your aching cunt. Again and again you came for him without any breaks in between.
He must have been closer than you thought. He cried out and pulled you down onto him, spurting his load directly into your womb, half whining, half howling. You kissed. You lay there. His knot gradually deflated, slipping out and spilling cum over his underwear. You still lay there.
You cuddled until the door opened again and a pair of people in gloves and masks shooed you from the room, wrapping towels around you and pointing you to showers down the hall.
Sat outside the warehouse. Dressed in the clothes you wore this morning, waiting in Blaidd's car as he deals with the people inside.Â
You craned your neck to see the door, just as it opens and your wolf walked out. Back in his suit, as though nothing happened.
The car door opened and he sat next to you.
"I got a bit of a telling off for that, but we're hardly the first to overstay our booking, and we weren't actively fucking so it was more of a finger-wag than a warning"
"So... What happens now?"
"I told you" Blaidd sighed "The experiment's done. You've been paid, now you never need to see me again" his ears drooped again
"What if I want to see you?"
His gaze met yours "Well, the study was concerning purely transactional relationships, but that's done now so..."
You finished his thought "So we can still see each other?"Â
"If you want to, there's no reason we can't see where this goes?"
You kissed.
That was almost two years ago. Since then, you have become Mrs. Blaidd, and settled into a cushy PA role working for him. Mostly you re-enact your first meeting, and enjoy lavish lunches. Although you've had to cut down on crawling under the desk, and cut out drinking altogether.Â
After all, can't have alcohol with pups on the way
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Part 2, Chapter 2- a not so fun sleepover
Summary: it is just your luck at this point. You and Kiara get caught by some weird people in the Barbados after finally getting off âpoguelandia.â Youâre trapped with your psycho ex. Again. For a second time.
After what felt like a year, finally, someone had come to rescue you guys.
Now, you guys had been saved. You were thankful for whoever this dude was for picking you guys up, thankful to get off this damn island already.
âI got a little guide out in Saint Vincent. I was spotting fish.â He told you guys as you sat down in his plane.
âWhat were you spotting?â You asked the man, curious.
âYou know, the usual. Wahoo.â
You quirked an eyebrow, JJ also seemed confused as he turned to you.
âWahoo? In September?â You whispered to JJ. He had the same confused look.
âThat doesnât make sense.â He whispered back.
âIâd hang on to something. Gets a little spicy on takeoff.â
âWahoo doesnât run in September. Like ever.â You told them all quietly. âKinda wish it did, cause then weâd have been eating itâŚâ you trailed off. âIt tastes so good.â
âYeah. So whoever this dude is, heâs not a fisherman.â JJ spoke.
âMaybe the run just starts earlier out here.â Pope shrugged.
You tilted your head to the side. âIn the carribean? Unlikely. They usually-â
âNo, I know what this is. Heâs working for my dad. And heâs probably been looking for us the entire time.â Sarah cut you off, everyone turning to her now.
âAll right, we gotta find out.â JJ said. âJust gotta look for cluesâŚâ
You tapped on JJs shoulder, and pointed to a bag on the back of his seat.
âHey, Jimmy.â John B spoke, distracting the man while JJ slowly reached for the bag, taking it and rummaging through everything. He opened a book and found a picture, a picture of the coastal venture.
He handed it to Sarah.
âSo he was looking for us?â Cleo said.
âExactly.â
âHeâs working for my dad.â
âI say we all jump off.â You pointed down. The plane shook suddenly, you all grabbing on.
âHey, yall better hold something we got some unexpected turbulence up here.â
âGuys, whatever it is, itâs happening fast. Look.â
Everyone looked out the window, seeing some land.
âThat looks like Barbados. Iâve been there with Terrence.â
âOkay.. thereâs 7 of us, one of him. You know my vote, we storm the cockpit.â Jj told everyone.
âIdiot. None of us know how to fly a damn plane.â You hit him in the arm.
âIâve seen pope fly simulators.â
âYeah, and Iâve flown the fucking Death Star on Lego Star Wars, doesnât mean I can fly.â You shrugged.
��Well do you have an idea?â He turned to you.
âSomething safe..?â
âWhy donât we just wait until the plane lands somewhere safe, and then we sneak out. And if someone comes to mess with us, we mad dog them.â Pope spoke.
âYeah. I like that way better.â You nodded.
âI like the mad-dogging part.â Jj tilted his head.
âJust put that back. Put it back. Be cool.â Kiara told JJ, John B distracting him again so JJ could put the stuff back into the bag.
âIâve been going since I was 18-â he spoke, and heard a sudden noise. JJ had been caught.
âHey man! What the hell are you doing?â He turned to JJ, slapping him away. âThatâs mine! Thatâs my book, give it back!â
âFly the plane! Please fly the plane. Please fly the plane.â Sarah said, the plane shaking. You were knocked straight into Cleo who helped you sit back up quickly.
The plane crashed into the water as he struggled to get it up. Everyone screaming as they fell into the back, you all piling on top of each other. The plane filled with water.
âIs everybody good?â You asked them, everyone coughing.
âJj, wake up, man we gotta get out.â you helped him get up. John B shoved open the door, multiple people coming over.
âOh no. They donât look friendly.â
âNo, they look very unfriendly!â
âWe gotta go, come on.â
They all got out.
âKie, go!â You told her.
âIâm coming. Go!â
âIâm not leaving until you do.â
âGuys, get out before it sinks!â JJ told you both. Kiara looked at you and back behind you, at the man sinking.
You groaned when she began to swim over, you following.
âCome on, you gotta hurry!â
They all shouted out you both. You helped Kiara get through the plane and unbuckled the man, helping her carry him through the window.
The others were all swimming now.
âCome on guys, hurry up! Hurry up!â
âWe got you.â Kiara panted to him, the man unconscious as you both carried him to shore.
âWait, where are they?â Jj asked, turning around.
âYou guys, where the fuck are they?â
âThey went the other way.â
You both brought him up to shore, Kiara coughing as you brought her close to you.
âThank you.â The man told you both, awake now.
âYou lied to us. Who are you?â Kiara asked, an Atv interrupting him.
âOh God. You should get out of here.â
You stood up, helping Kiara up and both of you running away from the men.
âOh my God. Oh my God.â JJ mumbled, watching.
You both looked around, a car pulling up. You both hid by a boat, before getting caught.
âTheyâre over here!â
You punched a man square in the face who tried to grab Kiara, sweeping his leg and making him fall before another caught your arm. And another grabbing Kiara as you thrashed and screamed.
âGet off!â You shouted, they both dragged you guys into their trucks as you struggled.
âWhat⌠what are we gonna do?â JJ asked, teary eyes. âWeâre going after them, right?â
âWhat⌠what can we do?â John B spoke.
âWhere are they talking them?â
âTheyâre all right there, theyâre looking this way we gotta go.â Cleo said and began to swam. The other followed but Jj stayed behind for a moment.
âJJ come on. We canât save them if we get caught.â
âWe lost the others. Weâll keep searching.â You heard a voice over the manâs radio.
Kiara stayed in the bed of the truck, you looked around for a moment before jumping out and before you could even tell her to get out, you were being shouted at.
You ran away, as far as you could. But that wasnât very far before they caught you again, one of them punching you and knocking you down, your cheek falling right back onto the sand.
âJesus, dude! Iâm gonna have a black fucking eye!â You shouted, groaning as they threw you back into the truck.
âWorth a shot, I guess.â You shrugged when Kiara looked at you in shock.
The pilot came up to the truck.
âWe saved your life.â Kiara whispered to him.
âI know. I know. Iâm sorry. Iâm gonna try to help you, okay? I swear, I didnât know it was gonna be like this. Look, if you donât fight, if you just do what they say, these guys probably⌠they probably wonât hurt you.â
âProbably?â You recoiled, making a face at him.
âWhat did Ward promise you?â Kiara asked.
âWho? Hey, just take my advice, do what they say. Good luck.â
The man got back in the truck.
âAll right, letâs go.â
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âJesus, this dude is loaded.â You whispered to yourself when the truck drove up to the house. Kiara and you looked at each other worriedly as you were being walked in.
The house was huge, full of antiques and relics.
âTake them upstairs. The Orinoco room.â One women said, and you both were grabbed by the arm and dragged upstairs.
You shoved the dudes arm off you when you entered the room.
âInside.â
âWhy are we here? Who are you working for?â
âDinner at eight. Iâd clean up.â
âJust tell us what they want!-â Kiara shouted, but the man shut the door in her face and the door locked.
âGreat. This is fun. A little sleepover.â
Kiara looked out the window, and you looked at the dresses hanging up.
âAt least theyâve got tasteâŚ?â You mumbled, flicking through the dresses. Two red dresses for each size.
âPick your size.â The note read. You shrugged to yourself, grabbing one.
âLeast it gets me out of these clothes.â
Later, the both of you were escorted downstairs.
âYou know, this dress looks actually pretty good on me. Think theyâll let me keep it?â You asked Kiara when you walked downstairs, looking at yourself in a mirror.
âWhy out of everyone to be stuck with did it have to be you?â She murmured.
âIâm offended. I think itâs a lot better than being struck with JJ. Iâm just trying to lighten the mood.â
As you walked down and were directed into a room.
âUh, excuse me?â Kiara said to a man, with a shaved head.
The man turned around, his eyes meeting yours first, his face falling.
âNo, I knew you and Ward were behind this shit.â Kiara spoke, your mouth agape as you stared at him as in shock.
âWhat are you talking about? You guys trying to weasel in on my deal? Is that whatâs going on?â He walked towards Kiara.
âNo fucking way!â You shouted, turning on your heels, holding your hands up and beginning to walk out before a guard manhandled you inside, throwing you onto the floor. âGoddamnit!â You huffed.
âIs there like any other room I can be in? Specifically without him?â You asked the guard, before he slammed the door in your face.
âSeriously?â Rafe started. âYouâre so fucking imm-â
âYes, seriously! Last time I saw you was months ago, and you held a gun to my head and a knife to my throat! How am I immature?â You pointed at him, standing up and getting closer to him, shouting in his face now.
âI wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know.â A man said. All of you turning to him now. He chuckled and turned.
âWho are you?â Rafe asked the man.
âMe? My name is Carlos Singh. Itâs a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cameron. And Ms. Carrera and l/n, I do apologize for the rough tactics of bringing you here.â
He turned his gaze to you.
âAnd I heard youâre a fighter. And a runner. Roughed up a few of my guys.â He chuckled. âAll is forgiven. Please, come.â He motioned to the other room.
Kiara looked back at you.
âSit down.â
Rafe looked at Kiara and at you, you sneered at him and walked behind Kiara, your arms crossed as you sat down on a chair.
âRough tactics. What about me?â Rafe asked the man.
âYes, Mr. Cameron. False pretenses. But, the ends justify the means, Iâm afraid. Sit. Please.â
Rafe sat on a chair next to you, while you scooted over as far as you possibly could. He exhaled as he looked at you and back at the man.
âWe have a lot to talk about.â
âYeah, fucking right we do.â You scoffed, leaning back in the chair.
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âHey. Hey!â He shouted, hanging on the closed door and messing with the doorknob.
âOh my God, yeah Iâm gonna lock myself in the bathroom, do not disturb me.â You murmured as the man shut the door, Kiara grabbing your wrist and stopping you.
âIf I have to deal with him, so do you.â
You groaned. âItâs locked, you dumbass.â You told him when he tried to continue to get it open. Kiara and you walked towards the window, he followed.
âGet off me, man!â Portis shouted.
âWho the hell is that guy?â Rafe asked, watching the man be dragged.
âWe know him. Itâs Jimmy Portis. He was trying to help us.â Kiara whispered. Singh looked at the window, pulling out a gun.
âWhoa, whoa, whoa.â Rafe spoke, the man dissapearing in the back. All you could hear was the gun firing.
Rafe swallowed, Kiara panted, your mouth hung open in shock.
âThis diary. Hey, no bullshit.â He turned to you, âdonât bullshit me. Do you guys have it?â
âI donât know anything about a damn diary!â You told him. âYou sure you donât?â
âI think I would know if I fucking-â he started.
âKie?â You turned to her, voice hopeful. She shook her head.
âNo.â
âWell, itâs official. Weâre all dying together.â You said with a groan, running a hand over your face.
âNobodies dying.â Rafe said, glancing at you.
âYeah? Whatâs your bright idea then, buzz?â You asked, your arms crossed.
Ouch, went straight for the haircut.
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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 4 - Immediate Murder Professionals
How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)
Blitzø just might be stupid.
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus
Word Count: 2,340
Warnings: eh, mentions of sex only i think. also stolas is newly separated so he's trying this new thing called flirting. yes i'm a firm believer that stolas is naturally so weirdly flirty he could make a succubus flustered no questions asked.
dividers by @cafekitsune <3
â...and then I yelled âsorry I fucked your husbandâ and just kinda⌠left.âÂ
Everyone was gathered around the big table in the meeting room at I.M.P., per Blitzøâs request. Well, he didnât request it, per se- it was something more along the lines of yelling âAnyone whoâs not a whiny bitch follow me, I got something to show youâ and everyone just sort of complying.Â
He had been on and on in excruciating detail about how heâd up and stolen whatever it was he wanted to show you. He had yet to show you a thing.
âOh wow. You are an idiot,â you state.
âAnd why is that, witch bitch?â
âYou stole from a Goetia prince?â
âYeah I did. And I looked sexy doing it.â
âWhat did you even wanna steal so bad?â Millie asks.
âOh-ho-ho. Youâre not even fuckinâ ready. None of you are even fucking ready.â He slams a big, heavy book on the desk. You inspect it, trying to figure out why he would go out of his way, in a borderline suicidal quest, to steal a book. Your eyes widen when you realize you know exactly what it is.Â
âYou stole from STOLAS?â He had to be fucking- wait. âWait, you fucked Stolas?âÂ
âWhat howâd you know it was him?â
âItâs- itâs his Grimoire. Thatâs what this is isnât it?â
âYup. And with this,â he explains to the others, since apparently you already knew of it, âweâll be able to go up to the living world and kill any human weâre paid to kill.â
âThat- thatâs- Blitzø this is insane. And I donât mean good insane. I mean batshit crazy insane.â
âHow do you even know what this is?â
âI- I used to see him a lot. You know. Ozzie stuff. Theyâre always in meetings. I didnât- Iâm really having trouble believing he acted like that-â
âWhat, like a needy bitch in heat?â Blitzø cuts you off.
You feel yourself get flustered at the implication, not managing to finish whatever you had been about to say.Â
âOh my fucking Satan, Blitz,â Loona lets out a groan, frustrated at what she was hearing, which is fair. Itâs enough to prompt her to leave the room entirely, assumingly to her seat at the front desk.Â
âSir, you need to give this back.â Moxxie pushes the book across the table back to him.
âWhat? After everything I had to go through to get it? No way!â
âNo, Mox is right. Stolas is nice, but heâs still, like, one of the most powerful demons down here, dude. And this is- this is next level doing him wrong. You didnât just steal from him, you played with his feelings too. Thatâs so much worse.â
âFeelings? Come on! So weâre all ganging up on Blitzo now, are we?â You all cringed a bit whenever he used his own given name. It felt weird and just totally⌠wrong, considering how adamant he always was about correcting everyone else when it came to it, but, to be fair, he didnât really seem to notice when he did it. He just happened to absentmindedly call himself that sometimes when he was feeling criticized, which⌠well, you werenât sure if you wanted to unpack whatever that meant. He keeps on. âIâm sorry I worry about us having jobs and money to pay rent and food to feed ourselves!â
âBlitz thatâs not-â Millie starts, but gets cut off by Loona, who walks back into the room. âGuys, thereâs an⌠owl⌠guy⌠thing⌠looking for Blitz out there.â
Oh, shit.
âWeâre gonna die,â Moxxie mutters under his breath, starting to chant it over and over again, eyes almost popping out of his head. Millie puts her arms around his shoulders and brings his head to her lap to try and calm him down, sending a death glare- much like yourself- towards Blitzø, who now looked like a deer in headlights, caught red-handed, apparently not expecting to be found that soon.Â
âUuuhhh, tell him Iâm not here!â
âAlready did, he said some weird shit about being able to smell you or whatever the fuck that was about. That guyâs a fucking freak.â Huh. Maybe Blitzø wasnât lying.
âUhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck, gotta think, gotta think,â Blitzø begins pacing in circles around the room.
âWell? What the fuck did you expect?â
âI didnât think that far ahead, alright? Sue me.â
âOh really? I could have sworn you had everything figured out!âÂ
His head shoots up and he points at you, completely ignoring your sarcasm. âYou go talk to him!âÂ
âMe? This is your problem!â
âOur problem! You work here donât you?â
âBlitz I swear to Satan.â
âPleeeaaaase?â He tries making puppy eyes at you. Itâs kind of bizarre, but not entirely useless. âYou said you know him, heâll probably be nicer to you. Maybe you can soften the blow. Ha. Blow.â
âIf it doesnât work Iâm ratting you out and Iâm not gonna feel bad about it.â
âThank you thank you thank you, Iâll owe you one, now go!â
You let out a groan, making sure he hears it. You could not believe you were about to do this. Sure, letâs confront pissed-off demon royalty about something of theirs that you definitely have in your possession just in the next room. Nothing could possibly go wrong with that. âCan you tell him to go to your dadâs office, Loons?â
âYeah whatever.â
You make your way out of the meeting room and into Blitzøâs office, which is⌠a sight to behold. There were horse drawings scattered everywhere around the room, figurines of Millie, Moxxie, and yourself on top of his desk (you didnât even want to know), guns you knew definitely didnât have their safety locks on just laying on various different surfaces. Yeah, it was all very on-brand.Â
You sit down on his chair, getting barely a few seconds to prepare yourself for your talk with Stolas before he walks into the room.
Well, no, he doesnât exactly walk in. He leans against the door frame, pulling a leg up and running a hand up it as he starts speaking, yet to take a look into the room. âFor someone so remarkably sexy you are so hard to find, Bli- oh my!â Heâs visibly startled when he finally makew eye contact with you, evidently having expected Blitzø to be the one in your place. Almost tripping over himself, he tries to pull himself together, fixing his posture and wiping non-existent dust off of his clothes as if to pretend he hadnât just made a fool of himself. Stolas had always kept his composure around you whenever he went over to meet with Ozzie, so this behavior⌠it was definitely new.Â
He clears his throat. âIâm sorry. I thought you were-â
You decide to save him the embarrassment. Or, well, Â further embarrassment. âYour Highness! Hi.â
âY/n.â He remembers your name. What, of course he remembers your name, dumbass! Thatâs completely normal. âYou⌠Do you not work for Asmodeus anymore?â
âNot really. Iâd been working there a long time. Wanted to try something new.â
âSo you chose to work⌠here?â He motions around, and you couldnât blame him. It didnât look like the best place in Hell. And you supposed it did seem like an odd change in occupation.Â
âWeâre a work in progress.â
âWell, do you and Asmodeus still keep in touch? I recall you were quite good friends.â
âYes! We still are. We still are. How have you been, uh, doing, your highness?â You ask, carefully.Â
âPlease, there is still no need to call me that.â Your interactions always went like this- you called him by his title, he insisted you call him by his name, and you always refused to. Strangely enough, you called him by his name when referring to him in conversation with Ozzie.Â
But you donât feel the need for all of that now. âRight, Iâm sorry. Stolas.âÂ
âWell, I havenât been doing quite so great, actually. Iâm sure youâre aware why.â
You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them up again and forcing yourself to make eye contact with him, trying to stay collected. Play it cool. âI⌠might have an idea, yes.â
âYou see, you have worked with Asmodeus for a long time. Youâve been around myself plenty, havenât you, darling?â
Had he ever called you darling before? Youâre positive heâs never, ever done that.Â
Chill, dumbass! Itâs just a fancy people thing. No big deal. âYes.â
âYes, so you know how crucial my Grimoire is for my purpose in the Ars Goetia, donât you?â He speaks to you in an almost condescending manner. You almost feel insulted. Did his voice always sound like that?
âYes.â
âPerfect. So I suppose you understand why I would be very upset when I came to find out your friend, Blitzy, stole such a sacred artifact from me.â
âI understand.â
âMy Grimoire contains spells that are meant for mine and, in the future, my daughterâs use only, and it would simply be a scandal if it fell into the hands of itty bitty imps such as yourselves.â Okay, he was definitely being condescending now. Why was it kind of hot? It was definitely hot.Â
What the fuck.
âUhhhhh-â
âIt makes things so much worse that he simply hurt my feelings! After a night of such passionate fornication, you could only imagine my surprise when I came to find out the book had been missing! Had I not known better I would have sworn it had been deceiving work of someone like yourself.â
âLike myself?â
âYou are a succubus, arenât you, dear?â He tilts his head to the side as if what he meant had been obvious. And it probably had- youâd just read too much into it. Was what Blitzø had told you about what happened getting to your head or something?
âOoookay. Uh. Iâm really- Iâm really sorry about⌠all of that. Uh. Wow. Uh that really is a lot huh? Iâm just gonna⌠Iâm just gonna go call Blitz now and you guys can talk it out maybe. That fine for you? Fantastic. Good talk, Stolas!â
You slip past him and out of the office, catching your breath before going back into the meeting room to call Blitzø and let him handle the situation. What the actual fuck was that?
[. . .]
âSo?â Millie questions Blitzø as he enters the meeting room again after a good half hour. Everyone follows, looking at him expectantly.Â
He pauses, for dramatic effect. âGuess who just founded the first human-killing business in Hell?â
âWhat?â You ask, incredulous.
âIâm sorry sir are you saying the Prince is letting us use his spell book?â
âYou heard it, Mox.â
âH-how?â
âWell Iâm gonna have to dick him down every full moon but I guess thatâs a good trade.â
The room goes silent.Â
Moxie breaks the silence first. âUhh, what?â
âWhat?â
âWhatâs that about the full moon?â
âOh well. Well, apparently Iâm a fantastic fucking lay, just unforgettable. So all I gotta do to have the book is give it back to him every full moon and then fuck him into oblivion and weâre good to go.â
âAnd youâre sure youâre fine with that?â You ask him, carefully.Â
âWell yeah? Itâs fucking great! We get the book AND I get to fuck a Prince into submission every once in a while? Couldnât be better.â
Youâre not that sure about it, but what was the point in arguing with him? You shrug. âIf you say so.â
âAnd heâs just⌠fine with that?â Moxxie questions, not buying it.
âWhat, you think Iâd lie?â
âYeah,â everyone replies, without hesitation.
âWell Iâm not!â
âWell shit. Your dick must be good.â Well, that wasnât supposed to come out.
He grins. âYa wanna find out?â
You stare at him, unamused, for a second, locking eyes with Moxxie soon after.Â
âYou deserved that,â Moxxie points out.
âYeah I regretted it as soon I said it.â
âYou really should have seen it coming,â Blitzø himself adds.He grabs the Grimoire, bringing everyoneâs attention to it. âSo. Arenât yâall curious? I know I wanna know what the human realm is like.â
âItâs really not that different from here,â you tell him.
âOh yeah, I forget youâve been there before. What do you guys even do there?â
âUuuhhh.â
âThey fuck people to death, Mills, ainât that cool?â
âOh shut up you know that hardly ever happens anymore.â
âButâcha could.â
You sigh, knowing he just wanted to hear that he was right. You give him a little smile. âBut I could.âÂ
âHell yeah!â It was always weirdly nice that he thought that part of what you were was cool rather than being disgusted by it. âShould we go take a look?â
âHowâd ya even work this thing?â Millie asks, examining the book in Blitzøâs hands.
âFuck if I know.â
âYou didnât ask him?â Loona asks.
âNot really.â
âIâm not even-â she rolls her eyes. âGimme thatâ Snatching the book from him and going through the pages for a bit, she stops in a particular one, attempting a few times to read some words from it. Fair enough, a portal leading⌠somewhere⌠appears. Youâd have to put a pin on that for later and ask her how she knew what to do, but right now everyone was too excited.
âLetâs go fuck some humans to death!â Blitzø exclaims.
âNo.â You say sternly.
âLetâs go fuck some humans?â He tries again.
âSir! No!â Moxxie yells, disgusted.
âLetâs go kill some humans!â
âHell yeah!â Millie finally agrees,
âYeah! Wait why am I even listening to you guys, Iâm the boss here!âÂ
âSure thing Blitz.â You assure him, getting your foot through the portal. âYou coming?â
Blitzø turns around. âLooney? Youâre not killing anyone there. Got it? Itâs too dangerous.â
âBut thatâs no fun!â
âLooney.â
âFine.â
âLetâs go kill some humans then!â He shoves you into the portal, jumping through right after you. Jackass.
A/N: i did a lot of things different than i said id do lmao and i toned down the flirting from stolas to leave it for a different chapter hope this is fun it aint gonna be fun for v long luv yall
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The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 2
Hey, guys! This story is going to be a lot of fun, so buckle in we are in for a ride.
Just a little thing about this chapter that will only make sense in context. But Eddie did NOT start stripping until the previous owner retired. I tried to make that clear, but I'm not sure I did. Again, Eddie danced burlesque but did not strip until he took over as owner of the night club. Got it? Thank you!
Part 1
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They didnât have time to build up the Steve turning from the angel Samael to the demon Satan not with him having only three days to learn the dance, so his first appearance on stage was that as the envious Satan.
Steve was wearing a red corset and boy shorts with matching high-heeled pumps and black fishnet stockings.
He started the set that would be his one hour in the spotlight leaning over a stool and then as the spotlight hit his head snapped up, glaring at the audience.
The way his body slunk and shimmied across the stage so different to the bruising stomp of Asmodeus. If Asmodeus was the harsh envy of wanting whatever one else had because he thought he deserved it, then Satan was soft simpering envy of a man who had been denied everything and still wanted, still yearned.
By the time Steve had finished his set that first night, even though he didnât remove a single article of clothing, the money that was thrown at him was as much as Asmodeus in his heyday. On his first night.
The other dancers had been gathering the thrown money all night and Steve picked up the rest from his finale. They brought it all to Eddie to be counted. Same with the tip jar at the bar. The money for the dancers was a much bigger pile than the one at the bar, but the tip jar wasnât slouching either.
Eddie carefully doled out the bartenders and waiters tips first. Robinâs eyes going wide as she held few hundred dollars in her hands.
âI didnât think Sundays would be very popular,â she breathed, carefully dividing it and putting it in separate places so if her purse got stolen she didnât lose all of it.
Eddie cackled as he counted out the money for the backup dancers first. They got the same amount every night as did the other Sins on their non-starring days while the club and the main dancer got a cut, except Saturday nights when Eddie danced then the dancerâs cut would be divided six ways among the other Sins.
âI think it was people coming in and expecting the new dancer to fall on his face,â Eddie said, handing out the money to his other dancers. âAnd then were blown away when Stevie here simpered and slunk his way into their hearts and more importantly their pocket books.â
He took his cut and then handed the rest to Steve.
âSo it might not be this big next week?â Steve asked, chewing on his lip.
Eddie laughed. âOh, honey, you have nothing to worry about,â he said, standing up to put an arm around Steveâs shoulders. âGive them a chance to watch you dance all this week and especially with the fallen angel dance you and Lilith will do on Saturday. Once theyâve seen that, thereâll be a line outside of the club just to see you.â
âIâm with Eddie on this one,â one of the backup dancers said. She was spunky black girl called Choronzon. Well, her real name was Cheryl but you get the idea. âAsmodeus was a boring, stereotypical stripper. Pole and all. But you? Man youâre going to make everyone else envious, okay?â
Steve ducked his head and blushed. Robin bumped his shoulder with hers.
âHell,â Gareth said with a giggle at his own stupid pun, âmost of us spent that hour of you with the backup dancers just watching you. Something I assure you doesnât usually happen, not even when we first started.â
âI canât wait to start dancing with you,â Chrissy said earnestly. âIâve even asked that you get the same days off as me so itâs expected we dance together.â
âWhat days are those?â Steve asked sharing a glance with Robin.
Eddie winced. âYeah, I know you both wanted the same days off, but I could only manage one of the two, sorry. Itâs just with the other waitersâ schedules I just couldnât make it work. Youâll both have Tuesdays off, but Steve will have Fridays off, and Robin with have Thursdays.â
They shrugged. It was better than nothing. Hell, they were even back to back. They could make that work.
Jeff laughed, âHe wants Steve to have Fridays off because heâs afraid Iâll be outshined on my own day.â
Steveâs eyebrows shot up at he looked at Eddie in shock. âYou really canât tell me you actually think Iâd out lust Lust, do you?â
Eddie scratched his cheek and looked up sheepishly. âWell, not precisely, not really. But you canât deny you have a sex appeal that canât be matched or compared. And thatâs what we donât want. People comparing you. Because even so-called progressives still find white people more aesthetically pleasing and the more we can keep people from making that direct comparison the better.â
Steve half shrugged. âI have no problem with that, but I guess that means my dreams of dancing with him have been dashed.â
âSorry, man,â Jeff said dramatically, âIâm a solo act. I donât do partners. I inspire lust, I donât fall victim to it.â
He pretended to faint in Jeffâs arms and he dipped him dramatically. They straightened up with giggles. Eddie was starting to think he might have to swap sins with Steve if his stomach churned every time Steve flirted with someone else.
Which was ridiculous. He didnât date his dancers and he wasnât about to start now just because his head was turned by such a pretty face. Besides, it seemed that Steve and Robin were job rovers and they no doubt would get sick of this place and move on to the next one.
âAll right,â he said cracking his knuckles as he sat back down at his desk. âThe cleaners will be here in a half hour, so if you donât want to help them, Iâd clear out.â
Everyone made a scramble for the doors, all except Steve. He lingered at the door after everyone had left and when Eddie spotted him, he cocked his head to the side.
âIs there something you needed, Steve?â
Steve chewed on his bottom lip and then surged forward. âIt is okay that Iâm doing the whole angel thing, right? I wasnât trying to change the theme of your club. I just picked the song to stand out. I figured you had every variation of every song about devils, demons, and hell,â he rambled.
âWhoa, whoa,â Eddie said, holding up his hand, âtake a deep breath there before you pass out on me.â
Steve took in a large breath and just stared at him wide eyed.
âSit down a minute,â he continued and waved a hand at the chair in front of his desk.
Steve wavered a moment before doing as he was told.
âIâve been managing this club for longer than Iâve owned it,â he began.
Steve blinked at him a moment in shock. âWhat? It wasnât originally yours?â
Eddie shook his head. âNope. Back when I first started here as a dancer, it was called the Kit Cat Titty Club.â
âThatâs a horrible name!â Steve said, rearing his head back in disgust.
âThat it was,â he agreed. âThe owner started it as a proper burlesque club. A throw back to the speakeasies of the 1920s. You had waitresses in bunny suits, cigarette girls, a live jazz band in the corner playing the tunes the dancer would strip to.â
Steve raised an eyebrow, and nodded appreciatively. âSounds like a fun way to spend your Saturday night.â
Eddie smiled at him. âYeah it does. Too bad it got hit with the whole steampunk era. No one wanted decadence and jazz music. They wanted Victorian era saloons and public houses. Gas lit halls and lots and lots of ruffles.â
Steve winced in sympathy. He had a couple of friends who had gotten into the phase a few years back. Too many ruffles and gears and too many gears getting caught in said ruffles.
âSo what happened?â
âI told him the best way to fight the wave wasnât join to in,â Eddie said, âbut to create something new and it became the Hellfire Exotic Club. Then when he retired a couple years back, he gave it to me. Said it was mine and had been for years anyway, this was only making it official. God, I miss that bastard some days.â
âYeah, where did he retire to?â Steve asked.
âBack to Bumfuck Middle of Nowhere Indiana,â Eddie huffed. âOr better known as Hawkins.â
Steve cackled. âIâm from there and I canât imagine anyone wanting to go back.â
âMy uncle, Wayne always was more stubborn than he was smart,â Eddie said shaking his head fondly.
âYou stripped for your uncle?â Steve asked, his eyes wide.
âNo, no,â Eddie said trying to hold in his laughter. âOf course not! Not everyone strips here. Brian, our Greed only gets as far as his pants. Chrissy will leave her g-string on. Like if you wanted to, you wouldnât have to strip. Itâs about sensuality and titillation than bump and grind style stripping. I think thatâs why Billy never really fit in here. Because if Billy was anything he was your typical stripper. I know we throw that around a lot but he was it. Here.â He dug around in his desk for a moment and pulled out a picture.
He handed it to Steve. âThis is our first night as the Seven Deadly Sins. Everyone else you know, so Billy wonât be hard to pick out.â
Blond, muscled, tanned, and oiled. Typical male stripper. Nothing special. Nothing new.
âWas he someone your uncle hired?â Steve guessed handing the picture back.
âYeah,â Eddie said, âbecause he looked good in spats and suspenders. But he never really fit in and maybe thatâs why it blew up the way it did. Anyway the point is dancing for my uncle was hell of a lot better than working with my dad, so...â He wagged his eyebrows once.
âWhat did your dad do?â Steve asked.
âStole cars.â
âOh.â
Eddie chuckled. âItâs fine. Heâs in jail now in Texas. Third strike, will be in there until Iâm old and grey.â
âShredding on your guitar,â Steve said softly, âwhile the next generation of Sins dance to your music.â
Eddie smiled fondly. âI like the sound of that.â He cleared his throat. âShit, we got way off topic there. The point of my story is that this place has changed before and change if done right itâs a good thing. Besides what makes demons so interesting is that they used to be angels. People love a hero, but what they love even more than a hero is to see that hero fall. Weâve just never tapped into that potential yet,â he finished with a shrug. âSo donât you be worrying that pretty head of yours, okay? Iâm good at this.â
Steve smiled and stood back up. âThat does help. Thanks.â He scratched his cheek and then hummed. âI guess Iâll see you tomorrow.â
âI guess so,â Eddie replied softly. âGood night, Steve.â
âNight, Eddie.â
Once Steve was had left, closing the door behind him, he buried his head in hands. This was going to be hell. He could feel it.
There was just something...sparkling about Steve. Something bright and beautiful. And Eddie couldnât believe his luck. He doesnât know why Robin left work at the rec center where Steve taught pole dancing as exercise, or even what she did there, but he could tell they were both really worried about money right now.
But whatever the reason for their leaving, he doubly grateful they landed in his lap. She was a good waitress and Steve was a phenomenal dancer.
But unlike every other dancer who had walked through those doors and into his life, Steve also walked into his heart too. And Chrissy crushing on Robin wasnât good, this was bad. He couldnât be seen to have favorites.
So he would have to keep his distance.
Famous last words, he knew. Fate liked throwing curve balls at Eddie, and he really should have been more careful about making promising he couldnât keep.
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reluctance sparks something genuine; satoru is threatened to be kicked off his team, so he turns to you.
contains: college!au, satoru gojo x reader, satoru is like a popular jock, reader kinda dates around, college is american-based, but theres some japanese social influence, satoru plays basketball bc yes, texting (but not like a normal smau format idk ull see)
wc - 1.4k
part 1 // part 2 // part 3?
"i've done all i can do for you, but there are no exceptions. not even you, gojo."
satoru leaned back into the cushions of his chair, relaxing his arms as they folded comfortably across his chest. his stare never once broke from the eyes behind rectangular sunglasses. if anyone walked into the office, they would think he was oddly casual despite his situation.
and that would be the truth. the golden plaque gleaming on the wall from last yearâs championship spoke for his contributions. satoru was not one to be intimidated when he knew his worth. he knew he was the exception.
"you're aware that you should've been on suspension from any games and practices up until now?"
"yeah? why was i not, yaga?" satoru quizzed back.
"coach yaga," he corrected. "because i've been doing all i can to keep your ass on the court. just because you can ball doesnât mean you always deserve to. if your grade drops any lower, you're done."
that was a new one.
regardless of the past four times satoru was called into this very room with the same threat of "raise your grades or else", he hasn't toed this close to the line yet.
"whadd'ya mean i'm done? they're not just gonna-"
yaga sighed. "you'll be kicked off the team, and your scholarship will be revoked."
satoru stood up straight.
"as of now, you'll be on suspension. no training, games, nothing," coach stated. "you can..."
"...only help yourself now, is what he said," satoru scoffed. he was currently splayed across his shared couch, half-empty soda can in hand as he ran down the whole situation. "what the hell'm i supposed to do?"
"maybe you should look for a tutor again," shoko suggested, perched on the windowsill as she let her cigarette smoke flow out.
satoru sighed dramatically. "i'm not gonna pay some random. last time i tried they treated it like a date and never even looked at my books." he grimaced at the memory.
"do you even know anyone smart?" suguru poked, earning an eye roll from the other.
"of course i do," he replied, "a bunch of our teammates can handle themselves. they're just⌠busy with the practices i should be going to. is there any chance you guys could help at all?"
suguru and shoko shared a look. "honestly, i'm not much better off than you are. i still have training, and even though yagaâs not on my ass as much as yours, iâm not sure if iâll be much help."
satoru turned to the brunette with a pleading expression- to which she let out a short, airy laugh. âyou should know i cheated on almost all my exams. plus theyâre mostly for pre-med.â
he deflated, lip jutting out in a pout as he stared dejectedly at the ceiling. he wracked his brain for a solution, for someone who was both smarter and had enough time to help him. but for someone as well-known as satoru, his social circle was mostly limited to his team and the other two in the room. college basketball did not leave much time for socializing.
"sorry to break it off, but i agreed to give yuji a ride to practice, and he's all the way at the dorms," suguru cut the silence as he rose to his feet.
"he doesn't have a car?" satoru queried. he would rather have his friends here to brainstorm answers to his problem.
suguru chuckled, "no, he doesn't have a license either. told me he's failed his test twice already."
satoru let out a little snort at that; he could vividly picture the freshman swerving a car recklessly. "alright, i'll let you go i guess," he responded. "you still gotta help me later, though."
"i think i'll head out, too," shoko announced, putting out the rest of her cig.
"you too?" satoru groaned.
she nodded. "i've got to meet up with my friend downtown."
"any chance they're smart? or know anyone smart? do i know them?" he questioned, a hopeful tilt in his voice.
she stared off in thought, letting out a huff before answering. "she's pretty smart. not like a nerd, but she's better than me," she paused. "her schedule's a bit... unpredictable, though. i think you've met her a couple times... probably at nobara's party."
satoru perked up. "that's good enough for me."
you sipped your drink as your phone buzzed against the smooth surface of the table. you felt your heart jump a little at the implication of the sound, picking up your device to check the notification.
but your spirits sagged a little when it was, in fact, not who you wanted it to be. instead, it was an unknown number, asking if it was you.
your eyebrows quirked, intrigued. shoko had left just previously to use the restroom, leaving you alone temporarily at the cafe table. you typed back a response.
you yes, this is her who is this?
XXX-XXX-XXXX gojo satoru
you blinked in surprise. gojo satoru? the newest basketball phenom, the one who girls and guys alike swooned over? yeah, there was no way he was texting you. you're not even sure if you've had a proper conversation with him before. maybe shoko had been gone for too long and decided to play with you.
you very funny who is this actually? and how'd you get my number?
XXX-XXX-XXXX wdym shoko gave me ur number
okay, now it was obvious. you were about to march over to the bathroom to confront your friend when she plopped down in her seat across from you.
"funny, shoko. i know it's you, though. when did you get a second number?" you asked.
she gave you a quizzical stare. "what the hell are you talking about?"
you rolled your eyes and faced your screen at her. she furrowed her eyebrows, before they relaxed as she laughed, "nope, that's satoru."
"you're joking," you gaped. "why would he text me? and why did you give him my number?" she shrugged and turned your phone back to you.
XXX-XXX-XXXX could u do me a favor
you sighed, giving shoko a last look before you replied.
you depends what it is, but try me
gojo satoru do you tutor
your fingers paused as confusion coursed your brain. shoko was indifferent, scrolling on her own cell and popping a french fry in her mouth.
you not really... i mean i'll help my friends out with studying but it's not like i get paid
gojo satoru ok perfect youll get paid
you you want me to tutor you?
gojo satoru yeah
you were boggled at his straight-forwardness. gojo was not known for being serious, about anything, really. maybe the exception was basketball, but even then...
you if you don't mind me asking why do you need a tutor? also why me specifically, i'm not the greatest student?
gojo satoru uhh id appreciate it if u didnt let it out the bag
you sure, i wont
gojo satoru ill get kicked off the team if i dont get grades up ur like the last person ik who can prob help
your confusion only grew more. how could he be doing so bad he was threatened his roster spot? and how were you the last person when he was ridiculously popular? you were certain people would help him for free, as long as they were in his proximity.
you as flattered as i am, i doubt that
gojo satoru yeah well its the truth so can u help me out
you flipped your phone around, sliding it over to shoko. "what do you think?" you sighed.
she scrolled over the texts. "i mean, he's my friend. and he's kinda on his last straw. and he usually doesn't text so bluntly. i'm not saying i'm pressuring you to say yes, but he does have money," she answered seriously. you laughed, and she continued, "it would really help him. maybe check it off with your boyfriend, first?"
your eyes fell to the glowing screen, staring at the upside-down messages. "it'll be fine. it's not like he texts me enough to care about it anyway," you admitted, slumping back in your chair. she scooted the phone back to you.
you sure, why not unfortunately i can't let the team lose their previous freshman of the year
gojo satoru thats an accomplishment btw but thank u this means a lot
you ofc, its not a huge deal to me
you sighed. not exactly how you planned this outing with shoko to end up. but maybe tutoring could help you with your own studying while you review topics with him. with gojo satoru.
gojo satoru so ru free tmrw
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Not so tough now huh?
I really wasnt expecting the poll to get so many votes!! Heres what you guys have voted on <3
Lee!Jax Ler!Ragatha
Summary: Jax finally pushed Ragatha over the edge causeing her to find something out about the annyoing rabbit.
Jax smirked to himself, setting up the most diabolical prank on his dear olâ friend.
Heâd been planning on getting Ragatha for weeks. He had completely transformed the rag dolls room into something youâd seen out of home alone.
String and marbles practically covered her room. Foam balls, feathers, water buckets and paint set up to hit her as she walked in.
â3âŚ2âŚ1â Jax counted down watching Ragatha close her door behind her. He could hear a muffled, âWhat the?â Come from the doll herself. The marble rolled into a small hole triggering scissors to cut string sending the bucket of water over her bed, the water spilled everywhere and into a lower placed bucket below activating the foam balls to sore through the air hitting targets around the room. Finally it ended with a bucket of paint spattering on her head with another balloon filled with feather to pop.
ââŚ..JAX!!!â Ragatha screamed causing Jax to chuckle to himself already booking it down the hall.
Ragatha, surprisingly, cleaned herself off quickly and darted after him
âJAX YOU JERK!!â
âTHAT WAS SO WORTH IT!!â Jax yelled back
After 5 minutes of Ragatha chasing Jax, he started to get tired. He felt like it was the longest game of tag, where Ragatha was it and he was playing for his life.
Jax, now starting to panic, realizing that Ragatha was not slowing down. Regatha was so determined to catch him. Every time Jax would fumble over himself he would scream. Scared to what would happen if he did fall with the doll hot on his trail.
eventually he backed himself into a corner. He spun around to try to run but Ragatha was already there.
âRaggsâŚ. Please⌠it wasâŚ. Just a joke!â Jax panted, catching his breath
âOh that was no joke, that was a prank! A prank you fully thought out!â Ragatha pointed out
âLook, letâs⌠talk about it! How about we make a deal?â Jax suggested
âIâm listeningâ
âOkay, how about this! You let me goâŚ.â Jax inched his way slowly trying to get past Ragatha, âand I promiseâŚ. TO RUN- EuGH!â Jax ran full speed thinking he was getting away, only for a plushy hand to stop him.
âNot a chanceâ Ragatha said holding Jax by his upper arm.
âLet go!â Jax tried to pull away
âNo!â Ragatha squeezed his arm causing Jax to let out a yelp
ââŚ..â
ââŚJax?â
â..whatâŚ.â Jax face got hot, he didnât know he could still be ticklish after entering the digital world!!
âJax what was that?â
â.. a cry for help?â Jax tried to excuse. Ragatha squeezed again causing Jax to yelp again
âAre you-?â
âNoâŚâ
âBecause you sound like your-â
âIâm not..â
Ragatha smirked, "You're not what?"
"uhhh.." Jax blanked, too embarssed to say anything just in case it wasnt that. Ragatha spun Jax grabbing both arms pinning them both above his head. Jax gave her the most panicked look he could give, seeing as Ragatha didnt give him the 'you ok?' look, Jax was doomed.
âSo if I do thisâ Ragatha pinched at Jaxâs sides âyouâre sure you're not..?â
âgAH- Rahahags!!â Jax nearly jumped out of his skin. He started to squirm and giggle as Ragatha continued to tease and tickle him
âOh so you are ticklish?â Ragatha smiled moving her way up and spidering across the poor bunnyâs ribs
âNohOHO! WAIHAhaeheHAT!!â Jax complained and groaned through his giggles, he shook his head frantically as Ragatha moved up.
âSomebodyâs sensitive!!â The doll teased, tickling right below where his ribs meet his armpits. The anticipation was literally eating at Jax.
âRAhaHags!! PLEheEase!!â Jax panted, trying to make himself sound as tired as possible.
âShouldnât have set that prank up, this would have never happened!â Ragatha growled, remembering the mess she gonna have to clean up when she gets back.
Jax shut his eyes as the rag doll massaged into his armpits. Jax nearly screeched, he turned his head into his pined up arms to try to muffle anything. Heâd hate it if somebody came looking for them to find the predicament he was in.
âRAHFAHFAHGS!!â He stomped his feet below himself to try to diffract himself from the tickling
âSorry, am I in a bad spot?â Ragatha teased
Jax sighed as Ragatha slowed down her torturous hand. Jaxâs cheeks turned pink straight out of embarrassment. Just as Jax thought Ragatha was done, she put her hand on the side of his neck. Crap
âWha- what are you doing?â Jax asked nervously
âTake a wild guess rabbit!â Ragatha stated as she tickled into his neck
Jax squealed scrunching up his neck and throwing his head back. Ragatha immediately noticed how Jax no longer wanted to muffle his laugh. Jax just chucked freely as Ragatha moved her hand to his ears.
âAH- Waitwaitwaitwait!! Ragatha!! Ihavetowarnyounowpleaseimgoingtoscream WAIT!!â Ragatha held his two ears in place and slowly blew air onto them. Jax screamed followed by loud laughter, he squirmed and shook his head but he couldnât shake her off
âRAGAHATHAHA!! *Squeal* GAHAHA!!â Jax, now more embarrassed than ever, sat there laughing seeing as there was nothing else he could do. Ragatha tickled the tops of Jaxâs ears, still blowing onto the bottom part.
Jax was in practically in pieces giggling and taking deep breaths when Ragatha would inhale giving him time to breathe before she would exhale again. Ragatha stoped once Jax started to get wheezy
âYou ok?â Ragatha asked as Jax sat on the floor
âI uhh, *HIC* ohmygodâ Jax completely shut down covering his face with his hands while his embarrassment covered his face
âDid I go to far?â Ragatha giggled, she never saw Jax like this. She laid her hand over his shoulder causing Jax to jump as the sudden contact
âNo uh *HIC* youâre good itâs just- *HIC* these damn hiccups.â Jax explained, his frustration only getting worse as he continued to hiccup
âStay here, Iâll get you some waterâ Ragatha smiled. She was back to her old self again, Jax didnât complain and watched her run off.
He rubbed his ears free of the ghost tickles, bringing one down to his vision. âWeirdâ he thought. He leaned up against once of the walls and eventually fell asleep.
Jax shot up, expecting to still be sat up on a wall, instead he was in his bed. He looked around confused, until spotting a glass of water and a note on his night stand. He sipped the water and opened the note
âHey Jax,
I saw you were passed out so I brought you back to your room. I also brought you the water I said I was going to get. You might have been confused how you got back in your room, thatâs why Iâm writing this. Iâll be in my room tidying up YOUR mess.
-Doll Faceâ
Well, that solves that mysteryâŚJax grabbed a pen and paper.
He opened his door carefully looking to see anybody, but nobody was there, good. He found Ragathas door and crouched down. He slid the note under her door with a knock and booked it back to his room.
âââââââ
Ragatha heard a knock on her door while cleaning up the mess Jaxâs prank caused. âProbably just a dig dong ditchâ she thought hearing the sound of feet running away. She looked over to the door anyways, âa note?â Ragatha walked over picking up the note and opening it up.
âHi Rags,
Thanks for not leaving me in that corner and I guess thanks for the water. You better not mention this to anybody. I mean it. It was already embararsing enough,
-Jaxâ
âhe missed spelled embarrassingâ Ragatha giggled. I guess he was right, he did look really embarrassed. But this is the first time heâd thank Rags for something, this was once in a life time.
Ragatha looked at her trash can, then her storage box. She thought for a minute, then put the note in her box.
(I AM SOOOOOO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOKđđ lots of stuff has happened but do not worry! Your goul is backđŠˇ)
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Surprise Me
Fields of Mistria | March x Reader (platonic) | 1.3k words
A rewrite of March's 2 heart event in Fields of Mistria based off of my own experience in the game of dying in the mines and waking up the next day to his heart event, and I thought it would be funny to write about. Some minor swearing, but no other warnings.
Hey.
Meet me at the Blacksmithâs, and donât keep me waiting.Â
March.
Well, at least he was to the point. You rub under your eye, wincing as you accidentally graze a cut that Valen had patched up the day before. Whatever medicine she gave you made you drowsy, resulting in you oversleeping. So much for not keeping him waiting.Â
Stuffing the letter in your pocket, you head into town. If it was important, he wouldnât waste time writing a letter. But if it wasnât important, why would he bother writing to you? It wasnât like he didnât spend every moment in your presence reminding you of how much he disliked you for no apparent reason. You didnât know what it was, but everyone in town assured you that was just the way he was. Even Adeline, despite you seeing the difference in how he treated her.Â
~~~
March folds his arms over his chest and nods toward the cooled copper ingot. âGo on, pick it up.â
Adeline visibly brightens, clapping her hands together. âHow generous of you to give away a resource like that for free, March!â
His expression freezes in an amusing combination of confusion and disgust as Marchâs cheeks turn pink. You swear you see his eye twitch. âYâ yeah! Sure! Why not!â He grits out, baring his teeth in a poor attempt at a smile.Â
Either ignoring his strain, or simply not noticing it, Adeline winks at you with a knowing smile. âWhat did I tell you? Heâs a big softy, really. Iâm sure March will be happy to lend you this forge whenever you need it.â
Youâre preparing for him to pop a blood vessel. Marchâs jaw sets, like heâs about to give Adeline a piece of his mind. âI⌠I⌠Fine!â Your brow furrows. You werenât expecting him to just⌠give in like that. He refuses to look at either of you, turning and stalking towards the door of the blacksmithâs building angrily. âI have other work to take care of!â
The door slams, leaving you and Adeline by the forge. She chuckles, rubbing the back of her neck as she looks to you apologetically. âSorry about that. March⌠he holds himself to a really high standard. You should have seen him before Ryis moved here. Heâs actually come a long way.âÂ
After Adeline excuses herself to go plan some revitalization project for the town, you let out a sigh and go inside the blacksmithâs.Â
March doesnât look up when the bell above the door jingles. Heâs at the front desk, writing in what appeared to be the account books. Maybe marking down the loss of a copper ingot. When you set the ingot on the counter, he acknowledges your existence, his eyes narrow. âI said I was busy.â
âYou can keep this.â When his brow knits together in confusion, you roll your eyes. âLook, you obviously didnât want to give it to me. I have a hard time saying no to Adeline, too. I wonât tell her if you donât. Happy?â
The corner of his upper lip lifts in distaste. âIâm not afraid to say ânoâ to some noble. Obviously Lady Adeline knew you needed a freebie, Iâll have her pay me back later.â
He was so full of it. You grit your teeth and shove the ingot closer to him. âWhat am I going to do with one lousy ingot anyway? Keep it."Â
Before he could say something scathing in response, you turn on your heel and leave.
~~~
Maybe it was her being the daughter of a baron. Maybe it was just being used to her presence. But March was⌠nicer. Prickly, but not as downright rude. Part of you thought he might have had a crush on her until Ryis laughed at the theory, saying she wasnât his type. Whatever it was, you were too tired to deal with his usual attitude this morning. The walk to the blacksmith's doesn't help the ache in your leg from where you had been electrocuted by some lanterns. Still, you push open the door.Â
This time, the bell ringing above the door does prompt March to look. âI didnât think youâd actually show,â He begins gruffly, wiping his palms on his apron and stepping out from behind the counter. You canât tell if heâs disappointed, hoping that you would have ignored his letter and justify his dislike of you. âI hear youâve been making yourself useful around town. Everyone only has good things to say about you.â
You raise a brow. âDoes this mean youâre going to apologize?â You ask, stuffing your hands in your pockets.Â
March laughs. âNot a chance!â Itâs like a joke to him, as though his standoffishness and your response to it had been a fun little game all along. He smirks at you, smug and infuriating. âWe both know whatâs actually going on here.â
Your features scrunch up in confusion, causing slight pain in your face from the little scrapes and scratches. âWhat? Is something else going on?â
Approaching you with his arms folded over his chest, March looks down at you, his eyes narrowed in challenge. âOh, please. Youâre in way over your head. You come out here, no money, no experience, and you think you can just fake your way through running a farm? And now everyone in town acts like it was you who won the first-place blacksmithing trophy three years running.â
Pure befuddlement paints your face. Youâve been awake for, what, thirty minutes? After getting dragged to Valenâs for emergency medical treatment, and then oversleeping because of it, he wants to talk about trophies? âHave you ever heard of the term âprojecting?ââ You ask, your headache coming back as Valenâs meds begin to wear off.
He ignores you. âItâs all fun and games now, but the second things actually get tough, Iâm sure youâre going to ditch Mistria and its problems.â
âOkay, man, whatever.â Given the furrow in his brow, youâre sure March expects you to take the bait and argue with him, not brush him off with the roll of your eyes. âIâm pretty sure the ankle Iâm currently standing on needs a splint after I got my ass handed to me in the mines yesterday, but sure, itâs âall fun and games.â Why did you invite me here, exactly? To force me to listen to you bitch about some stupid trophies? I have too much work to do to just stand here and listen to you complain, so if youâre done, Iâd love to be on my way.â
He glares off to the side when you mention your injury, as though he hadn't noticed before you said anything. Maybe he felt guilty? When you finish your own rant, he lets out a âtch.â âWhatever. You think you can hack it for the long haul? Here.â He grabs a copper hoe from the table next to him and holds it out to you. âIf you fail, you canât blame it on lack of help from me. Who knows, maybe youâll surprise me. Iâll be keeping an eye on you.â
You take the copper olive branch, weighing it in your hands. It was good quality, obviously, and lightweight. It would make planting crops a lot easier. âThanks, March,â You say softly, the tension lifting from your shoulders. You prop it over your shoulder and feel yourself smirk, unable to help yourself from returning the jab. âYou used the copper ingot from the other day to make this, didnât you? Maybe Adelineâs right about your being a softy.â
His face reddens as he glares at you, the corner of his lip lifting in visible disgust and embarrassment at the accusation. âDidnât you say you have work to do? Iâll believe it when I see it.â
You laugh and turn, heading towards the door. âIf you wanted to see the farm, you could just say so.â You turn your head and wink. âBut youâre right. Iâll see you around.â
Once the door closes behind you, you let out a sigh and head to Valenâs clinic, wondering if the tool on your shoulder could be a step in the right direction with the walking cactus of a blacksmith.
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"I hate it when you lie"
husband!miguel x f!reader âĄ
10 Things I Hate About You â mini-series masterlist
"I hate the way you're always right," â previous part
âËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄ âËâš
Miguel had been working later nights than usual. When you asked him about it he said that the recruits had him busy with getting them assimilated in the Spider Society.
You were missing him during the day and were surprisingly on your writing schedule. So you decided to pay him a visit and give him the opportunity to see his beautiful wife.
After saying hi to everyone and giving the book club a teaser of your upcoming book. You finally went to Miguel's office after hearing he was back from a mission you never would have thought you would see Justine with him there playing nurse.
When Miguel saw you walk in he immediately sat up and his face lightened up. "Hi baby," he sighed as he gestured for Justine to stop working on the cut across his chest.
"Hi," you replied, giving him a strained smile.
"Justine, I can take it from here if you want to get something to eat," you said.
"Ugh, whatever," she hissed, stomping away and rolling her eyes.
"Thank you for being nice, I'm sorry about her behavior," he said as he pulled you closer to him, grabbing you by your waist.
"Yeah," you breathed out as you picked up some gauze for his cut.
"What's wrong mami?" Miguel asked, his hands sliding down to your hips.
"I just miss you, I hate to see you get hurt all the time. I worry about you," you admitted.
"Ay cariĂąo, take a seat please, talk to me," he cooed as he pulled the chair that Justine had been sitting in previously. He took both of your hands in his and patiently waited for you to speak.
"Miguel, I've just been missing you, I promise that's all," you assured.
"Okay, promise me nothing else is wrong?" he asked.
"Promise," you said as he kissed your forehead.
"How about you get home and I'll get done with work here and we can watch a movie together," he suggested.
"That sounds great," you replied, trying not to smile too hard. You were so happy that he would be coming home earlier.
. . .
It had been 3 hours and 4 text messages since you got home from Spider Society and Miguel still wasn't home. You had popcorn setup that was now cold and stale and drinks that were finished off by you when you realized 5 minutes into midnight that he wasn't coming home on time.
He would probably creep in at 2 am and apologize in the morning like he did after every missed date. You could blame him; he was probably in another universe saving the world. But he never really had an issue with you calling him on missions they were usually pretty easy for him.
So you called him and he picked up after a while of letting it ring. "Hi cariĂąo, I'm so sorry I wasn't keeping track of time," he apologized. Small sniffles and giggles could be heard faintly on the other end of the line.
"That's okay, are you working on something?" you asked as you put snacks away with him on the speaker.
"Yeah, it randomly got kind of busy," he replied. Another sniffle could be heard.
"Hey this might sound weird but are you with someone right now?" you asked. Long silence on his end.
"No," he replied. Long silence on your end.
"Okay, I'm tired, I'm going to bed," you said. You hung up a bit too fast, cutting him off.
. . .
Why would he lie if he wasn't doing something wrong? You asked yourself as you got in your sheets and scrolled on your phone before bed. You got a notification from Hobie. He sent you a story on Instagram. Justine's story. Justine's story of her playing video games in Miguel's office, with his arm in the corner of the photo.
. . .
next part â "I hate it when you make me laugh,"
âËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄâËâšâĄ âËâš
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Canât Help Wanting You
pairing: Cassian x Reader
content warnings: pining, sparring, minor injuries from a mission
word count: 4k
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
Cassian POV
After the argument with Y/n, Cassian found himself at a loss. The fight had been loud, raw, and left jagged edges he didnât know how to smooth over. He tried to talk to her the next morning, to apologize, or at least to start some kind of repair. But she had already made her choice: she didnât yell, didnât argueâshe just stopped.
She stopped acknowledging him entirely.
She wouldnât look at him, wouldnât respond to his presence.
If they crossed paths in the hall, she would turn her head or busy herself with something else, as if he were invisible. During meals, sheâd sit at the far end of the table, laughing softly with others but never glancing his way. Even her posture was differentârigid and closed-off, her shoulders tense whenever he was near.
Cassian tried everything to bridge the gap. He lingered near her when she was training, hoping she might notice him. He offered to help with tasks theyâd usually done together, but she waved him off or ignored him entirely. He even made an awkward attempt at a joke onceâa stupid, self-deprecating thing he knew sheâd normally laugh atâbut she just turned and walked away without a word.
Her silence was worse than any argument could have been.
It crawled under his skin, filled his chest with a hollow ache.
He missed her.
Not just her presence, but the vibrancy she brought into his life.
Now, the space she left felt cold and sterile, as if sheâd taken the air with her when sheâd walked away.
Desperate for something to occupy his mind, Cassian found himself gravitating toward Nesta. She and Y/n were so much alike â it was almost scary. Except where Nesta had issues with self-loathing, Y/n did not. She was very comfortable in her own skin and who she was.
But Nesta didnât ignore him. She didnât coddle him either, which was part of what made her presence tolerable. She was just there, steady and unbothered, and that steadiness became something of an anchor.
At first, it was just sparringâan excuse to burn off the frustration simmering inside him. Nesta met him blow for blow, her sharp tongue matching her quick movements, her dry remarks pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. Later, it became sitting in silence while she read or trained or simply existed nearby. Cassian didnât have to explain himself to her. She didnât ask.
And for a while, that was enough.
Still, the void Y/n left gnawed at him. One evening, after another strained day of being ignored, he sat on the training steps beside Nesta, his head in his hands. âShe wonât even look at me anymore,â he admitted, his voice quiet, the frustration and hurt bleeding through. âNot once. Itâs like I donât exist.â
Nesta didnât look up from her book. âMaybe thatâs the point,â she said, her tone as blunt as always.
Cassian frowned, his brow furrowing. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
She turned a page, her voice calm but cutting. âMaybe sheâs waiting for you to stop running from whatever it is youâre really afraid of.â
âIâm not running,â he snapped, his frustration boiling over.
Finally, Nesta closed her book and fixed him with a piercing stare. âArenât you?â she asked, her gaze sharp and unrelenting.
Her words lingered long after sheâd gone back to her reading. Cassian didnât know what answer he could give her. All he knew was that every time Y/n avoided his eyes, every time she turned her back on him, it felt like he was losing her a little more.
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Y/n POV
You sat on the balcony that night, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as the cool night air brushed against your skin. You hadnât meant to speak, hadnât meant to voice the thoughts that had been gnawing at you since Cassianâs behavior shifted. But when Azrielâs shadowed form emerged from the doorway, his quiet presence both familiar and comforting, the words slipped out before you could stop them.
âAzriel,â you said, your voice low and uncertain. You didnât look at him, keeping your gaze fixed on the dark mountains in the distance. âWhatâs going on with Cassian and Nesta?â
Azriel paused, his sharp eyes studying you as if trying to read between the lines of your question. He moved closer, leaning against the railing, though he kept a careful distance, his shadows curling faintly around him.
âWhat do you mean?â he asked, his tone as measured and calm as ever.
Your jaw tightened, and you finally turned to look at him, your frustration bubbling to the surface. âI mean, ever since we argued, heâs been spending all his time with her. Nesta. He trains with her, talks to her, sits with herâheâs everywhere she is.â Your voice cracked slightly, and you took a breath to steady herself. âWhat is she to him?â
Azriel studied you for a moment, his face unreadable, before he shook his head. âThereâs nothing romantic between them if that is what youâre asking.â
The relief you felt was immediate, but it was fleeting. The knot in your chest remained, tightening with every unanswered question. âThen why?â you pressed, your voice rising slightly. âWhy is he always with her? Itâs like he doesnât even care that things are tense between us?â
Azrielâs gaze softened, though his voice remained calm. âBecause Nesta is easy for him right now,â he said simply. âShe doesnât push, doesnât ask questions. She gives him space to figure himself out, and thatâs what he thinks he needs.â
You frowned, your hands gripping the railing. âSo what am I, then? Someone who pushes too much? Someone who doesnât give him space?â Your bitterness was impossible to hide.
âThatâs not what Iâm saying,â Azriel replied, his voice patient but firm. He hesitated, his shadows swirling faintly as if in thought. âBut maybe⌠after all this time, Cassian doesnât see you the way he used to.â
You blinked, your frown deepening. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Azriel turned to you fully, his hazel eyes piercing. âMaybe he doesnât see you as that little girl heâs always looked out for. Maybe heâs starting to see you as a woman. A woman he truly cares aboutâsomeone who matters to him in a way that scares him.â
You let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking your head. âThatâs ridiculous,â you scoffed, though the words sat heavy in your chest. âCassianâs known me my whole life. He doesnât think of me like that.â
Azriel raised a brow, his expression unreadable. âAre you sure about that?â
His question lingered in the air, the weight of it pressing down on you. You shook your head again, scoffing as if to dismiss the very idea, but your voice was quieter now. âCassianâs just being⌠stubborn. Heâs hiding from the fight because thatâs what he does when things get hard.â
Azriel inclined his head slightly, âAnd arenât you doing the same thing? Maybe heâs trying to figure out how to handle what heâs feeling without making it worse. And maybe thatâs why heâs leaning on Nestaâbecause sheâs safe.â
You didnât respond immediately, your mind spinning. The ideaâthat Cassian might see you differentlyâfelt too far-fetched to even entertain. Yet, deep down, a flicker of doubt stirred, unsettling and unwelcome. Finally, you shook your head, forcing a wry smile.
âI think youâre giving him too much credit,â you said, your tone light but brittle.
Azriel didnât press you further, though his gaze lingered, thoughtful and knowing. âMaybe,â he said quietly. âBut maybe itâs worth considering. For both of you.â
You leaned against the balcony railing, still reeling from the conversation about Cassian. Azrielâs words had settled deep, stirring a mix of frustration and doubt you didnât want to confront. You shook your head, trying to push it aside, and turned to him, narrowing your eyes slightly.
âWhy are you really out here, Az?â you asked, your voice sharper now. âYou donât strike me as the type to come play counselor.â
Azrielâs lips quirked into the faintest of smiles, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. âI came to talk about your upcoming mission.â
Your brow furrowed, confusion flickering across your face. âMy mission? I thought weâd be working together.â
Azriel shook his head, crossing his arms. âNot this time. Iâll be on a separate assignment, and this one is yours. Itâs dangerous, Y/nâhigh riskâbut I know you can handle it. Itâs why Iâm giving it to you.â
Your confusion deepened, mixed now with a twinge of unease. âDangerous how?â
He tilted his head slightly, as though weighing how much to tell you. âThereâs a faction operating near the borderlands, smuggling weapons and information to our enemies. Their exact alliances are unclear, but theyâve grown bold enough to disrupt some of our key trade routes. Your job is to infiltrate, gather intelligence, and, if the opportunity presents itself, dismantle their operation.â
Your stomach tightened, but you forced yourself to stand straighter, masking the flicker of nerves. âAnd youâre sending me alone?â
âYouâll have support nearby, but the mission depends on subtlety,â Azriel explained. âToo many people, too much attention, and the whole thing falls apart. This is why I chose youâyouâre precise, resourceful, and you can adapt in a way most canât. Youâre the best fit for this, Y/n.â
You exhaled, already shifting your focus to the task. âWhen do I leave?â
âThree days,â he replied. He hesitated, his tone softening slightly. âItâs come at a good time.â
Your eyes narrowed. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Azriel leaned against the railing beside her, his shadows curling faintly around him. âYou and Cassian. Whateverâs going on between you twoâitâs tense. Heâs stubborn, and youâre frustrated. Being away, focusing on something else, might help you both cool off.â
You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. âYou think distance is going to fix things?â
Azriel didnât argue, but there was something in his eyes that made her uneasy. âYou might be surprised,â he said quietly. âBut thatâs not for you to figure out right now. Focus on the mission. Itâs dangerous, but I have no doubt youâll handle it.â
âI think it might help you see things more clearly,â Azriel said evenly. âFor both of you. Cassian needs time to sort through whateverâs going on in his head.â
You nodded, pushing your doubts and emotions aside.
Three days.
That was all the time you had to prepare, to shove everything about Cassian and Nesta and the weight in your chest into a box you wouldnât open until you returned.
You would deal with the rest laterâif there was anything left to deal with at all.
********
Cassian POV
The training grounds buzzed with activity, the clang of swords and the shouts of Illyrian warriors echoing through the air. Cassian stood with Nesta at the edge of the field, his arms crossed, his hazel eyes locked on Y/n. She was sparring with one of the Illyrian soldiers, her movements sharp and calculated as her sword clashed against her opponentâs.
Heâd been trying to stay patient, to let her come to him. But watching her nowâher golden-brown hair falling loose from its braid, her hazel eyes burning with focusâhis patience snapped. He couldnât take it anymore. Couldnât take the way she was ignoring him, acting as though the tension between them didnât exist.
Without a word to Nesta, Cassian stormed across the training grounds, his boots crunching against the dirt as he closed the distance between them.
âY/n,â he barked, his voice sharp and commanding.
She didnât pause, didnât even glance his way as she blocked another strike from her sparring partner. âIâm busy, Cassian.â
He ignored the warning in her tone, stepping into the ring. Her opponent froze, glancing between them, clearly unsure whether to continue.
âYouâre done,â Cassian said to the male, his tone leaving no room for argument. The soldier mumbled something under his breath before retreating, leaving her standing alone in the ring, her sword still raised.
She turned to face him, her eyes blazing. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âIâm done waiting,â he snapped, his wings flaring slightly. âYouâre going to quit avoiding me.â
Her jaw tightened, and she lowered her sword, planting it in the dirt. âIâm not avoiding you.â
âBullshit,â he growled, stepping closer. âIâve known you since we were kids, Y/n. I know exactly what youâre doing. Youâre avoiding me because you donât want to face me after our fight.â
Her eyes narrowed, her hands balling into fists at her sides. âThere is nothing to face. You have made that perfectly clear when you decided to spend all your time with Nesta.â
âThis isnât about Nesta,â he said, his voice rising.
"Then what is this about, Cassian?" She shot back, stepping into his space. âYouâre the one whoâs angry at me and for what, I have no clue! You donât even care about me so please enlighten me!â
Cassian flinched, her words hit like a punch, and for a moment, he couldnât respond. âI care about you,â he said, the words slipping out before he could think better of them.
She shook her head. âNo, you donât. You just donât like the idea of someone else having what youâve never wanted.â She turned to walk away from him.
âNo, you donât get to walk away again,â Cassian growled. He grabbed her wrists and spun her around to face him.
âWalk away from what?â she demanded, her voice cracking as her body strained beneath his hold. âFrom you? From your jealousy? From whatever this is?â
Cassian didnât answer.
He couldnât.
Because she was right, and it made him want to destroy somethingâor someone.
âFine. You want my attention?â he growled, his hazel eyes blazing. âYouâve got it.â
Before he could stop himself, he reached out, pulling her to him. His mouth crashed against hers, the kiss rough, desperate, filled with all the frustration and longing that had been building for weeks.
She froze for a heartbeat, then kissed him back just as fiercely. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together. For a moment, nothing else existed but herâthe heat of her, the taste of her, the way her lips moved against his like theyâd been made for this.
It wasnât soft.
It wasnât gentle.
It was a clash of lips and teeth, her mouth moving against his like she wanted to burn him from the inside out.
Her legs shifted beneath him, and for a moment, he thought she was going to push him off. Instead, she arched up, pressing her body against his, her lips parting as she kissed him back with the same fire she fought with.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard, their faces still inches apart.
âYouâre a bastard,â she said, her voice low and trembling.
âAnd youâre impossible,â he shot back, his grip on her wrists loosening slightly.
For a moment, neither of them moved, the tension between them crackling like a storm about to break. Then Y/n yanked her wrists free, shoving him off with more force than he expected. She stood, her hair wild, her cheeks flushed, and her hazel eyes burning with a mix of anger and emotion.
âThis doesnât change anything,â she said, her voice hard as she turned and walked away, leaving him in the ring, his heart still pounding in his chest.
Cassian ran a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he watched her go.
She was wrong.
It had already changed everything.
********
Cassian POV
The morning Y/n left, the House of Wind was quiet. Cassian didnât know it would be the last time heâd see her for weeks.
He didnât know she was slipping away on a mission, alone, without so much as a goodbye.
If he had, he wouldnât have let her go.
Not without a fight.
It wasnât until later that day, when Rhysand called the Inner Circle together, that Cassian learned the truth.
âSheâs gone where?â he demanded, his voice echoing off the walls of the war room. His wings flared behind him, his hazel eyes blazing with disbelief.
Rhys sighed, his calm demeanor barely masking the tension in his shoulders. âThereâs a faction operating near the borderlands, smuggling weapons and information to our enemies. Their exact alliances are unclear, but theyâve grown bold enough to disrupt some of our key trade routes. She went to infiltrate, gather intelligence, and, if the opportunity presents itself, dismantle their operation.â
âSo you sent her? Alone?â Cassian growled, his hands fisting at his sides.
âAzriel suggested her,â Rhys said, his tone firm. âAnd you know sheâs capable, Cassian.â
âSheâs capable, but sheâs not invincible,â Cassian snapped, his chest heaving. âYou shouldâve told me. I couldâve gone with her.â
âShe didnât want you to,â Rhys said, his violet eyes locking onto Cassianâs. âShe specifically asked me not to involve you.â
That stopped him cold. The words hit harder than any blow, and for a moment, he couldnât breathe. âWhy?â he asked, his voice quieter now, almost desperate.
âShe didnât say,â Rhys admitted, his gaze softening slightly. âBut I think you know why.â
Cassian didnât respond.
He couldnât.
Because deep down, he did know.
She was still avoiding him, still putting distance between them, and now sheâd gone off on a mission that could get her killed just to keep that distance intact.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
She was so gods damned stubborn.
And it was one of her qualities that he loved and infuriated him at the same time.
However, the days that followed were pure agony.
Cassian threw himself into training, drills, and patrols, anything to keep himself from pacing the halls of the House of Wind like a caged animal. But no matter what he did, his thoughts always drifted back to her.
Every time the sun rose and set without word from her, the knot of dread in his chest tightened. He thought of her out there, alone, facing gods-knew-what. Thought of the dangers she might be walking into, the enemies she might be fighting without backup.
Every scenario that crossed his mind ended the same way: with her hurtâor worse.
âSheâs fine,â Azriel said one night after his return, his voice calm as they stood on the balcony of the House of Wind. âYou know how good she is. Sheâll come back.â
Cassian didnât respond. He stared out at the dark horizon, his jaw tight, his wings twitching with restless energy.
âShe wouldnât have gone if she didnât think she could handle it,â Azriel added, his shadows curling around him. âI trust her and you need to as well.â
But trusting her wasnât the problem. Cassian knew she was capable. Heâd seen her fight, seen her outwit enemies who underestimated her. What he couldnât stand was the thought of her out there, bleeding or broken, with no one to help her.
What if she needed him and he wasnât there?
The thought ate at him, night after night, until he could barely sleep. He paced the halls, his mind filled with the memory of her smile, the sound of her laugh, the sharpness of her tongue. He replayed every moment theyâd shared, every argument, every glance, every word he wished heâd said before she left.
And then came the silence.
Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no word. Not from her, not from Rhys, not from anyone. The dread that had been simmering in Cassianâs chest erupted into a full-blown storm.
He stormed into the war room, his voice rough with barely restrained anger. âItâs been too long. Iâm going after her.â
âCassian,â Rhys said calmly, though his tone carried a warning. âSheâs under orders. We have to trust her.â
âIâm done trusting,â Cassian snapped, his wings flaring. âWhat if sheâs hurt? What if sheââ He stopped, the words catching in his throat.
âSheâs not dead,â Mor said firmly, her brown eyes filled with determination. âYouâd know if she was. We all would.â
The words did little to ease the storm inside him. Every second that passed without her return felt like an eternity. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw herâbroken, bleeding, calling out for help that never came.
And all he could do was wait.
When another week passed, Rhys sent Azriel for her.
When word finally came two days later, it wasnât good.
Azriel returned first, landing on the balcony of the House of Wind with a grim expression and blood smeared across his leathers.
âWhere is she?â Cassian demanded, striding toward him before Azriel even had a chance to step inside.
âSheâs coming,â Azriel said, his tone calm but tight. âSheâs injured, but sheâs alive. I carried her most of the way back.â
Cassianâs stomach twisted, his wings flaring as he fought to keep his emotions in check. âWhat happened?â
âAmbush,â Azriel said simply, his face unreadable. âShe fought like hell, but there were too many of them.â
Cassian didnât wait to hear more. He stormed past Azriel, heading for the infirmary where he knew they would take her. His heart pounded with every step, his mind racing with all the things he hadnât said, all the things he should have done to keep her from going on that damned mission.
When he entered the infirmary, the sight of her nearly brought him to his knees.
She lay on the bed, her golden-brown hair matted with blood, her face pale. Bandages wrapped her torso, her arm was in a sling, and her hazel eyes were closed, her brows drawn tight in pain. A healer hovered nearby, murmuring soft incantations as her magic worked to mend the worst of the damage.
âOut,â Cassian growled at the healer, his voice low and rough. âIâll stay with her.â
The healer hesitated, but one look at Cassian���s face had her retreating with a quick nod. He sank into the chair beside the bed, his hands clenching as he took in every cut, every bruise.
âWhat the hell were you thinking?â he muttered, his voice trembling with anger. âTaking on a mission like thatâŚâ
âI was thinking,â came her soft, hoarse voice, âthat if I told you, you would try and stop me. Like you would think I couldnât handle it.â
Cassian froze, his gaze snapping to her face. Her eyes were open now, hazel and sharp despite the exhaustion etched into her features.
âY/nââ
âSave it,â she said, her voice stronger this time as she pushed herself up on the bed, wincing. âI knew what I was getting into.â
âThatâs not the point,â he said, his voice rising as he leaned closer. âYou could have died, Do you have any idea what that would have done toââ He cut himself off, his throat tightening.
âTo you?â she finished, her lips curling into a faint, bitter smile. âDonât flatter yourself, Cassian. You made it pretty clear that Iâm just another soldier to you.â
âDonât,â he growled, his hazel eyes blazing. âYou know thatâs not true.â
âDo I?â she shot back, her voice rising despite her injuries. âBecause all Iâve ever seen from you is judgment and control. You donât care about meâyou care about keeping me in line.â
Cassian had no answer. He sat there, his heart pounding as he watched her turn her face toward the wall, the silence between them louder than any argument. And for the first time, he realized that maybe the lines heâd drawn between them werenât just to protect her.
Maybe theyâd been to protect himself.
Chapter 5
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Was This Vacation a Mistake? ~Crazy Rich Asians( Astrid x black! fem! reader)~Part 4
Parts: 1 2 3 4 5
Summary: Finally back home, you resume your life as a professor but find yourself still thinking about Astrid and the events of the vacation. Lucky for you, someone comes to spare you of any grief you still had.
Word Count: 2.4k
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Author's Note: Here's part 4 guys. Sorry this has taken so long. I'm going to try and end this fic this year within the next three chapters. Thank you for reading as always. And if you wanna be added or removed from tag List, let me know.
Classes finally started back, normalcy followed and that was all I could hope for. Everything that happened in Singapore is still there, how can I even try to forget it that fast? Rachel promised to speak about it whenever yet she had her own issues to deal with.
Apparently, she called it off with Nick after the debacle in his homeland; the entire situation has had me torn. I'm sure they'll talk it out, or take a long enough break to figure something out. Or maybe it was my fault, I shouldn't have even gone on the trip in the first place and Rachel would have been engaged right now. Nick's family would love her and not turning up their nose at me, her random Black friend.
I know, I shouldn't think like that. Rachel will nag me about it if she saw me here in my office frowning down at a student's paper. My red pink has marked it enough, perhaps a break is in order.
A soft knock rapped at my door. A student perhaps, Rachel would have texted or called if she needed something.
"Come in," I said, eyes still steady on the page.
A clack of heels and the clack of the door shut follows.
"What can I help you with?"
My pulse quickened at who's in my office now. From the heels I suspected an international student and their fancy abundance but here Astrid was dressed in a low cut white top, black blazer and high rise jeans. Her hair was pulled up and her shades sat on her head.
"I had to see you," she said, smiling softly. "How have you been, darling?"
I stood up, put away the paper I was grading and rushed toward her.
Astrid met me halfway, embracing me gently like I was made of glass, like she did when she first hugged me at her house a few weeks prior. It got firmer once she caressed my back, resting her chin down on my shoulder.
"Everything OK?" she whispered. "Nick's been worried."
"No, he shouldn't be," you groaned. "He should focus on himself, did he send you all the way here? W-What about Cassian?"
Astrid frowned. "Did I come at the wrong time? Cassian has the best nannies looking after him, and I wasn't going to be here long. Was my coming here not what you expected, wanted even?"
I caught the twinge of sadden edging in her voice.
"Y-Yeah, it's unexpected but it's not that I wouldn't want it," I tried explaining through burning cheeks. "You being here is great. I think it'll help."
Astrid stepped back, studying me and my office around us. Everywhere her eyes swept caught me with enough self consciousness to scold myself to clean a bit more around here, take some books back to my apartment sometime during another holiday.
"Your office is quaint, reminds me of you," Astrid said, stepping over to a stack of books I had on the cover of my desk that's stuffed with loose papers. "I bet you've read these dozens of times over, dissected them to bits for classes, yeah?"
I just nodded as our eyes met again.
"Yeah, mostly during undergrad and downtime between semesters now," I said. "I usually just read what the board signs off for my classes and short stories for my kids to tear into during discussions. Rachel and I had a little book club during our mfa time here ages ago."
Astrid chuckled. "Ages?"
"Seven years, give or take, ages to me considering where we are now."
"And where are you both right now, y/n?" Astrid said, crossing her arms.
"We're fine," I said a little too quickly. "Rachel just needs her time, and I-I don't want to mess up things more."
"She'd like to know how you're doing."
"Why? Did she beg you to come here?"
"Of course not. Y/N, are you truly all right?"
I bit my lip; that's a simple but loaded question. Astrid's concentration on me wasn't helping with me being entirely truthful either.
"Not really, no," I admitted.
"I'm so sorry, darling," Astrid said. "Do you have plans or classes for the rest of the day?"
"Well, I have another half hour of office hours."
"Have they really be in and out of here as of late, dear?"
Astrid stepped back over to the door, peeking from under my blinds for some sort of added measure.
"Ok, I guess my office hours are over today," I said, returning to my desk to push the paper I was grading back into my folder. "The rest of my schedule is clear. Did you have something in mind, Astrid?"
"Let me get your mind off of things, let me take you out?"
My face flushed at her words; she doesn't mean what I think she means, right?
"A-Are you asking me out, Astrid?"
"I don't know, if I say yes will that convince you?"
....
Is this a date or not? I didn't ask, yet the feelings were still there--deep in my stomach, my hands barely worked once we got to the restaurant--a chain not too far from campus.
Astrid even pulled the chair out for me, an act of common courtesy right? Rachel's not here and I can still detect her incredulous stare, hopelessly shaking her head--she'd believe it to be more. Should I text her? No, she needs space, I need to focus on this myself.
"Have you decided?" Astrid said, peeking over her menu. "Or do you need more time?"
"No, I'll have the grilled chicken club sandwich with a side of Mac and cheese."
Astrid nodded. "Great, I'll have the salmon and potatoes."
The waitress returned, took our menus and orders, and deposited our drinks at our sides.
Alone now, our eyes keep meeting and I need to try and not make it as awkward as it already is.
"So, do you usually do chain restaurants when you visit the states? Do you visit the states often?"
"Sometimes I visit when Nick is here and he's with Rachel," Astrid explained. "Not often but they have character to them. Not a lot of them have good options but their fries are a guilty pleasure of mine."
I giggled. "Really? Why didn't you order any?"
Astrid shrugged. "I wanted to try something different. Do you prefer chain restaurants? Or do you like something more lower scale? Higher scale, maybe?"
Her eyes swept to me once she said higher scale, smiling to spread the beauty mark on her face magnificently.
"Oh, I'm much more lower scale," I chuckled. "Still a struggling college student at heart but I'm not cheap as I used to be--I'm not cheap at all but--"
"Darling, I get it," Astrid said, laying a hand over my own. "Although, I hope I can give you a taste of that higher scale."
I wanted to draw back, not voluntarily but a knee jerk reaction; she's saying those things again and it's making me feel amazing. I know she means them but I'm not sure why I feel like she doesn't. Astrid's not like those ignorant people back in Singapore, not like the family who ridiculed you and Rachel. I don't even know if she likes women in that way, perhaps she is and I'm overthinking all of it. Maybe I should have contacted Rachel.
"Y/N? Are you all right?"
I decided to be honest and said, "No, not really. But I don't want it to ruin the night, or our time. We don't have to discuss it anymore, at least not right now."
Astrid started for a moment, thinking before nodding. "Of course, darling."
The waitress soon returned with our food, placing it in front of us before retreating to another table swiftly. My sandwich looked fine, Mac and cheese too but the taste wasn't terrible--not good, mediocre, nothing on Kraft or even what they fed us during grade school.
Astrid must have noticed my displeasure, frowning behind her bite of salmon. "Do you not like it?"
"It's not that good, but I'll manage."
"Do you want to replace it? I can tell the waitress."
I flushed, inching into my seat subconsciously, holding my fork tight. "Astrid, it's all right. I can just eat it."
"Why? I want this to be a great experience with amazing food," Astrid explained. "You deserve it, so why can't you let me do this for you?"
Do I really deserve it? I have been feeling shitty since the vacation in Singapore, since Rachel and Nick's supposed split and since--since I couldn't get over being singled out for something I can't control and shouldn't feel ashamed of being: Black. Black American for that matter.
And here Astrid is being so caring and genuine, willing to spend time and money on me; she does feel more for me more than Rachel or Nick's friend--I'm not entirely sure if it's romantic but there's something more here. I hope I'm not reading this wrong.
"Y/N? Whatever you decide, I'll do it for you," Astrid declared.
"Sure, you can order us some fries. Is it all right if we share?"
Astrid smiled; I could have sworn I saw a hint of red peak through her face.
. . .
After some amazing fries and some superb ice cream (thanks to some convincing from Astrid, flashing another smile and heavy eye contact).
She's even more convincing when we're sharing an Uber, laughing lowly at a joke I told. It wasn't that funny, well at least when Rachel's heard it but she's heard it a thousand times; something minuscule about an old job I had, something dry, something existential. Astrid's laugh though, how close she is and the contact--arms brushing mine due to how smaller the car is or for the fact that she's nudging me--or how she pays attention. I can't look at her without smiling which leads to more of the attention.
"You have a wonderful smile, has anyone ever told you that?" Astrid admitted. We finally got back to my apartment, still talking.
I invited her in without thinking, holding her hand so she doesn't trip over the hitch in the last step going up my floor.
"I think my mom told me before? Lots of times, maybe an ex boyfriend, maybe?"
Astrid scoffed, nudging me gently with her elbow. "I'm serious. Every time I see you, there's something new. Something that amazes me."
I pushed the door open, locking it fast as we both rush inside.
"Are you sure you're serious," I said, leaning against the door. My heart is pumping fast, hyper-like all in my ears. "What's with these things you've been saying?"
Astrid tilted her head. "Y/N."
"You have a child! You divorced someone--you're loaded and gorgeous, and I-I'm--"
"You're a beautiful woman I'm having a great time with," Astrid said, finishing my sentence before the words could come out. "Is my being a divorcee an issue?"
She asked the question with an air of humor and walked away from me, finally giving me a chance to breathe from her intoxication. At my bookcase by the wall that sat ways from the threshold to the kitchen, Astrid's attention swept over it, placing a finger up to the spines of the concealed books.
"No, of course not. I-I that's not an issue. Astrid, I-I-"
Everything's hot, burning, my face especially and I can't speak anymore.
"Darling," Astrid's in my presence again, worried.
"Is it OK if we talk more? If I can ask you more things?"
She nodded and I led her to my tiny sofa across from the bookcase, plopping down on it together; our eyes met yet again.
"Ask me anything, darling," she said. "Anything."
"Well, being divorced doesn't matter," I explained. "I just wanted to ask if you, um."
Sexuality is her business, anyone's personal business that they can choose to tell or keep to themselves. Yet she's here asking me and granting me the chance to get to know her better; I can show her a piece of me that I've only shown to the people closest to me.
"Tonight you were very touchy, encouraging and just overall flirty tonight and I--"
Astrid took my hand, slid so close that our thighs now touched. "And?"
It's obvious. So obvious or I'm just idiotic; Rachel would slap me over the head if she could.
"I-I'm bisexual, my liking includes guys, women, gender nonconforming people and everyone in between and around that umbrella," I explained. My hands couldn't stay still, Astrid saw, tightening her grip and rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. "And I-I'm into you Astrid--it seems like you're into me so, do you like women too or not?"
Astrid giggled. "Darling, I've been flirting with you since Nick and Rachel brought you home. I can tell this is a deep issue to you, so yes. I've married a man before, had boyfriends but I fancy women too. Dated a few in university but--that's not important right now. Y/N I'm mad about you too."
I'm giggling now too. It's an organic head-high, almost doubled over with stomach cramping and mouth hurting. Astrid followed in, hands high now: at my arms then shoulders and to my face; I wonder if she can feel the heat radiating from it and noticed how my laughter stopped.
It just happened. I didn't speak, neither did Astrid. Our lips met.
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