#the head tilt is my absolute favorite 😭

[buckypascal]

Charlie Cox as Adam Lawrence - Treason 01.04 (Part 1)

[gigi-loveless]

summary - loser!roommate!ellie gets you a special new toy.

warnings - smut (duh), use of vibrator, very very light degradation

authors note - this has been sitting in my drafts for like two months 😭 anyways!! requests are open!

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loser!roommate!ellie who is obsessed with toys. and i mean obsessed.

new packages are always on your doorstep from some sketchy ass website, triple wrapped with duct tape. curiously, you peer over her shoulder while she flips out her pocket knife and digs it into the box, breaking the seal with ease.

"what is it, els?" you ponder, brushing your hand over her shoulder sensually.

"shh. you'll see..." she nearly whispers, plucking the small, purple toy out of the box. thighs rubbing together in anticipation, you tilt your head at the oddly shaped item, as ellie smirks at you.

“so this….is a phone controlled vibrator."

oh.

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“els…..” you mewl out, reaching your fourth orgasm of the night. the knot in your stomach pulsed, the aching becoming unbearable, vision going fuzzy.

“hold it.” she answers nonchalantly, not even bothering to look up from her phone to see the pathetic mess you’ve made before her. scrolling just to flip back to the app for a moment to turn the vibrator up to an agonizing high, pretending to wipe her mouth to cover her shit eating smirk.

“this was just to test it out….i’m supposed to take you out when you can barely behave yourself here?” she chuckles, her fingers drumming against her thigh.

the moans you were suppressing were absolutely sinful to keep to yourself, though ellie urged you to be quiet. just to make things interesting, you let out a pornographic whine, throwing your head back in pleasure. the room goes quiet for a moment, besides the trill of the tv.

“mm…..” ellie hums out, running her fingers through her auburn locks, gesturing her head towards the tv. “js’ watch your show, princess.”

suddenly, the steady, reliable trill of the toy began to pulse erratically against your puffy, throbbing clit, your back arching into it involuntarily. chanting her name like a prayer, your high is approaching quickly, guttural whines finally escaping the confines of your throat.

“thought you were better than that angel….” ellie tuts, taunting you as she strips of her boxers, her favorite light blue strap sitting snugly on her hips.

pt. 2….? this was supposed to just be a drabble but i got carried away oops!

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[jirsungs]

first halloween... gone wrong? | dms drabble #4

word count: 1.6k words

pairing: drummer!jisung x girlfriend!reader

synopsis: halloween was never your favorite. you would choose christmas over it in a heartbeat, but with your dorky drummer boyfriend who absolutely loves it never leaving your side, you might just tolerate the spooky holiday. (set in the drum me, stupid universe but can be read as a standalone!)

warnings: a knife is mentioned, the dms!couple is flirty and GROSS, but most of this is just fluff.

a/n: HIIII 😭 jirsungs nation, rise! it's been 2 weeks since any story related post has been uploaded, and i just want to deeply apologize for not being here ): i missed writing and putting my delusions down in a google doc. but i hope you guys enjoy this short drum me stupid drabble and missed these cutie patooties as much as i did ☹️ as always, feedback is ALWAYS loved and appreciated! happy reading <3

You were never fond of Halloween. Sure, you loved being able to go all out in costumes and go to Halloween parties with your friends, but you knew immediately that once those plans were over, you were left in your own accompaniment once again.

Some people would be joyful with spending the rest of their nights after parties and such alone, but you? You were used to the party scene and loved it when it never ended. Lucky for you, your dorky boyfriend of a few months, Park Jisung, always kept the party going.

“Hey, have you guys seen Ji?” You asked Ningning and her boyfriend, Jeno, after finally spotting them dancing together on the dance floor. Your voice was louder than usual due to Michael Jackson's Thriller bumping from the party speakers.

“No, we thought he was with you." Ning looks over to Jeno. “I thought he came with you and the guys.”

You both wait for Jeno's reply, but he just shrugs. “He was supposed to, but he was the last one to get ready. If anyone knows where he is, that's Chenle.”

You click your tongue. “I figured. I'm going to keep looking for him. Thanks, guys!”

Ning’s shout of “Good luck!” was the last thing you heard before you committed to walking through the crowd of musty bodies. You were surprised at how many people went all out on their Halloween costumes this year. Your surprise wasn't a bad thing though; if anything, you loved it.

You almost second-guessed your choice of costume. With you and Ning being the only girls in the group, you felt that it was right if the both of you matched. The angel costumes were cute; you were wearing a black tight dress while she wore white, but taking a look at the decided costumes this year, you began to feel basic.

Once you're out of the crowd, you spot Haechan, Mark, and Yeonjun in the corner. You take notice of Yeonjun trying his best to impress some girl while the two boys next to him silently judge, taking occasional sips out of their red solo cups. 

Haechan, in his Pennywise makeup and attire, sees you walking towards them, tilting his head at your costume. “What are you supposed to be? A demonic angel?”

Mark snickers at his friend's comment, which you pout at. “No. I'm just an angel who happens to wear black. And says you, Pennywise, isn't your costume like... super basic?”

Haechan gasps, his hand on his chest for the dramatic effect. Mark rolls his eyes and answers your question instead.

“Every year, the Rockway guys do a group costume. This year, we somehow decided on iconic horror movie killers.” 

“Ahhh… So, that explains your Leatherface mask.”

With a nod of his head, Mark replies with a “Yup.”

You glance back at the party, and the sudden remembrance of why you came up to them in the first place hits you. “Oh! By the way, have you guys seen Jisung? I literally can't find him anywhere.”

Your body physically sulks at their answers, telling you they haven't seen him in a while. With your hope slowly decreasing and the urge to ditch the party increasing, you decide to call him one last time. If he doesn’t answer, you’ll cut the party short and head home, unfortunately finding the comfort of your bed more enjoyable than being here. You loved the company of your friends, but it bummed you out that you haven’t seen your boyfriend all night after him telling you that he’ll be here.

After bidding your goodbyes to the group and giving Jeno the responsibility to get Ning home safely, you make your way to your car. It's late October with the breeze finally coming through, resulting in you rubbing your arms in hopes for warmth. As you walk, your ears pick up on the sounds of your heels clicking against the sidewalk cement until they pick up another pair of footsteps near you. At first, you don’t sweat it, already aware of the scattered groups outside of the frat. 

But as you walk more down towards your car, the shuffling footsteps don’t leave you. Okay, you’ve had enough of this. Your slight irritation was slowly increasing due to this sudden interruption of your plans to waste the rest of your night away by changing out of this angel get-up and watching comfort films.

The only person you craved to see you in this costume was nowhere to be found, anyway. Finally turning around, you face the person but stay near your car for safety reasons.

“Who are you, and why do you keep following me?” You ask.

You didn’t mean to have your words come out sharply, but when you found out your culprit to be someone in a Ghostface costume, it only made you roll your eyes.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but if you’re just here to mess with me, is it okay if you can choose someone else? I really don’t have the energy for this.”

A beat passes and still no response from the person. It was almost as if their feet were stuck in the cement; you were starting to feel chills at the creepy mask staring back at you. But then, your brain starts to put the pieces together.

The replay of what Mark told you earlier back at the party plays in your head. “Every year, the Rockway guys do a group costume. This year, we somehow decided on iconic horror movie killers.” Would it be a coincidence that Jisung, who you haven’t seen all night, just happens to be right in front of you?

Your face softens at the thought of the mysterious Ghostface being your boyfriend. “Ji, baby, if that’s you, I’m going to smack you. Where have you been all night? I called you three times.” 

Still no answer, but now they were slowly walking towards you, revealing what they were holding behind them to be a knife. From where you’re standing, you couldn’t tell if it’s real or a fake replica, but that doesn’t stop your grip on the driver seat handle tightening, ready to pull on it and get the hell out of here. 

But you try one last time. “Okay, quit it. This isn't funny.”

By this point, the wondering thoughts of whether this was Jisung or not cloud your mind. You’re now close to each other, and the Ghostface still hasn’t said anything. 

You know what? Fuck it! You’re not dying today! 

You tug the car door open, ready to rush inside, but the masked John Doe shuts the door before you can. Their gloved hand doesn’t budge on the door, making their body lean against it and impossible for you to get inside.

The fact that they haven’t shoved the knife into your body by now has you suspicious and less frightened, but more agitated. Finally, they remove the mask from their face, revealing— 

“Hi, pretty angel.” 

Your stupid, cheekily smiling boyfriend. 

He has no time to lean in and give you an apologetic kiss on the lips before you smack him on the chest and punch his arm. “You motherfucker!”

“Ow! What the hell was that for?” 

Your eyes squint at him asking you that, resulting in another punch to his arm. “Don’t ‘what the hell was that for’ me! You scared the shit out of me!”

You’re about to smack his chest again, but Jisung’s reflex hits faster than yours. Not giving you another opportunity to hit him, he’s quick to take hold of both of your wrists, which you immediately try to get out of. You hate (love) how strong he’s been getting. With his constant drumming and going to the gym with the guys on the side, it became more and more difficult for you to get out of his grip. 

With your hands unable to move, he takes the chance and plants quick kisses all over your face. Your face flusters quickly with you trying to move away from his lips. He knows he got you when your tugging to get out of his hands stops and you start giggling.

“Ji, stop it!” Your giggles only increase when his kisses do, leading him to drop your hands and place his on your waist instead. 

“I missed you. I’m sorry I didn’t answer; I wanted to keep up the bit of scaring you.” He says after giving you a big cheek kiss and pulling you closer to his chest.

You can’t stop the giddy smile forming on your face. “It’s okay. Just never scare me like that again or I will—” you point your pointy finger on his chest, almost in warning, creating some space between you two, “cut your balls off.” 

But he pays no mind to your threat, smiling down at you like a loser in love. “Yes, ma’am. Never again.”

You encircle your arms around his waist, looking up at him doe-eyed. “Now, can we please go home and watch comfort movies?” 

“Can I first admire how fuckin’ gorgeous you look in this and then go home?”

Oh. You forgot you had this costume on.

Your cheeks heat up at his words. “Language, Park. You could’ve admired this all you wanted earlier if you didn’t leave me alone the whole night.”

He pouts, “Will I at least see this costume some other time, baby?”

"Hmm.” You pretend to think. “I guess, you just have to wait and see.”

“Why wait when I can see it on you tomorrow?” There's a glint in his eyes, and you know it can only mean trouble.

“Easy, drummer boy.”

Little did he know that his almost insulting prank on you sparked an idea in your head. But it’s best to save that for next year, right? 

You guess, with Park Jisung by your side, you wouldn’t mind waiting another year to see what other Halloween pranks he has in store for you.

[chasedeys]

to this day this is STILL my favorite mic'ed up moment between these two because oh my god the TEASING?? the FLIRTING??? the TOUCHINESS?????? and so in true chasedeys fashion i've decided i need to yap about it so:

the way joe patted ja'marr's shoulder to get his attention and point back at the endzone ‘the big blue thing over there?’ SHUT UPPP ANNOYING ASSSS (see down below as to what brought on this teasing)

the way they were SO CLOSE together ja'marr had to tilt his head back so he wouldn’t hit joe’s helmet when he looked back to what joe was pointing at. didn't want to step back he just kept on being close ok ja'marr ok.

‘don’t do me that’ knowing EXACTLY what joe was going to shit on him about just because he could’ve gone for a tuddy but was too slow to shift gears oughguhghuh

ja'marr's hands all over joe’s waist crazyyyyyyyyyyy just so fucking natural about it i need to take a MOMENT

the hand joe kept on ja'marr's shoulder as they walked back LAUGHING TOGETHER UGHHHHH joy love peace friendship etc

ja'marr just HAVING to get his lick back and sharing with mixon who’s confused as all hell what brought this up but is game anyway

calling joe to their little huddle like he’s a cat or something with his flapping hand motion i would’ve tried to fight him for this thing alone 😭

‘he’s gonna get mad at me’ ‘so you couldn’t overthrow me? get me in a stride overthrow me?’ knowing damn well joe threw him an absolute dime because he was wide open and needling at him for it anyway because he’s a BRAT okay ja'marr is such a fucking brat of course they get into full on physical ufc level fights jesus

‘my guy you were wide open’ pure affront staring at ja'marr then the others and back again like ‘are you for real rn?’ UGHHHGHGHHHH then the LAUGHS truly joy i love them the first time i saw this clip i was in pure shambles and then boom i was a goner for these two

also this is what ja'marr looked like before this entire thing so yeah i can see why joe wanted to mess with him because looookkkkkk at this cutieee

[narcissarina]

So! Something more normal.

Leon’s s/o gets new lipstick. She’s not sure about it and asks Leon to see if it smears.

Leon might be alittle confused but he’s happy to help.

So his s/o just starts kissing him. All over his face and collar. They pepper his checks with lipstick marks. Afterwards, he’s absolutely dotted with them.

The lipstick didn’t smear though. And it might just be Leon’s new favorite.

FINALLY, A NORMAL REQUEST!!😭😭 LET US FORGET THE THONG AND GETTING A WEDGIE INCIDENT AND PRETEND IT NEVER HAPPENED😭😭

Smooch Swatches💋

The moment you come rushing to Leon to nag him to come with you so you could buy another pair of lipsticks because you had finish the old one.

You want to get a few lipstick in different colors for different aesthetics that you plan to wear, Leon came with you in the mall as you go in to the usual shop where you always buy your cosmetics.

Leon offered to pay for your expenses, “are you sure?” You asked Leon while looking at your own reflection to the small mirror and apply the sample nude color lipstick on your lips.

Leon nodded as he watch you apply the lipstick to your lips, “I’m sure…” he said, you pop your lips and look at the color, “does it smear?” you asked Leon while your eyes is on the mirror, confuse as he is—he tilts his head, “don’t lipstick smear?” he asked.

“come here, baby.” You called, Leon leans down to your level as he was caught off guard when you started kissing his left cheek and the side of his left eye. “This color doesn’t quite suit me…”

Leon chuckles and smiled at you, showing off his white teeth, “I think every color suits you best, sweetheart.” he said lovingly, he was falling hard and he’s so god damn lucky that he was the one who snatched you up.

You took out your tissue and wipe the lipstick off of your lips and apply the maroon one and start peppering Leon’s face with it, he could only take it and melt at the feeling of your lips.

How many lipstick had you tried on and swatch on to his face?

Around three or five, Leon’s face and neck is full of different color of the lipstick you have tried on, and Leon love every second of it.

The sales lady was amused at the sight, “oh my…” you and Leon swear you could hear the two ladies giggle and mutter to themselves, you were too busy spoiling him kisses with different colored lipstick and finding blank space to his face and neck.

You froze as you realized, “Oh my…” you blink your pretty lashes towards Leon, “hm? Why did you stop?” he asked as you point to the mirror, he looks at himself and chuckle, “I’m so sorry, I’ll remove them once we get home.”

Leon looked at himself in the mirror and brush off one lipstick on his face, “huh, it doesn’t smudge proof once it dried.” He remark and looked at you. You could only chuckle and pull him towards the register.

People were looking at you and Leon’s way, eyeing Leon from his face to his neck—covered with the lipsticks you tried on. The cashier raised a brow and flashes the two of you a smile, “oh my, you have such a loving girl. Aren’t you lucky, sir?” the cashier spoke to Leon, he agreed and handed his card.

This might be Leon favorite thing whenever you two go out shopping, he wish that your lipstick ran out quickly so that the two of you could get a new one and be your lipstick swatch again.

He still has few things to take care back at the D.S.O, if his co-workers saw him, they’d tease him about it. But he’d be proud to show it off and that his girl is spoiling him with kisses.💋

This request is cute>:D i hope i delivered😭😭🙏 sorry it took a while, I went out to watch a movie lol.

[ribbonprincess]

can you do a fic rafe x latina reader where he meets her family and everyone’s like shocked she’s dating a white boy but they absolutely adore him😭💕💕💕

note: this is such a cute idea!!😭🫶🏻

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You're standing next to Rafe on the doorstep of your family's house,a hand wrapped securely around his bicep as he has his own hold on your waist. "okay,you just be...you but a little calmer and you'll be fine,okay? they can be a bit intimidating but I promise they're nice and fun!" Rafe's nod, taking one last deep breath while you ring the doorbell,your uncle is the one to answer the door "oh,Mija! come in" he smiles,bringing you into a hug before noticing Rafe's presence "and who's this?"

"uncle...this is my boyfriend Rafe" you smile,letting the pair stare at each other for a second before your uncle's bringing him into a hug "nice to you meet you,I'm Miguel aka the favorite uncle!" You chuckle to yourself,dragging Rafe around to meet anyone else,they all have similar reactions,a bit surprised at first but immediately warms up...there's only one person you're scared and impatient to let meet Rafe,your abuela.

"abuela... ¿Cómo estás?" your grandma beams happily at your presence quickly smothering you in kisses and big hugs,talking about how "you've gotten so pretty mi amor!una verdadera mujer!" you smile at her,moving to the side to make Rafe noticeable,which is not hard thanks to his height and build. "abuela..this is my boyfriend,his name is Rafe."

Your grandma is scrutinizing him,looking him up and down with squinted eyes and a tilted head as she slowly approaches him "hm..do you like spicy food, Rafe?" she asks him, Rafe quickly throws a glance at you,getting just a shrug of your shoulders as an answer before he nods."Yeah...I really like spicy food" "good...good,come with me" she says,dragging him to the kitchen with a proud smile "you chose a good one darling!" she shouts over her shoulder before disappearing with your boyfriend.

[lalacliffthorne]

🤍 just a one time thing 🤍

modern!Cassian x Reader

summary: add together best friends and a drunk slip up and you got a massive load of chaotic feelings.

part I

notes: well - so much for next week? life just - majorly got in the way. anyway.

fuuuuuuck I can't. 😭💞 this has been long overdue, bc honestly - Cassian just has my whole fucking heart, and this modern version reduces me to a pile of giggling, feet-kicking mush. I've had this idea for a while now, along with some impeccable inspiration - and it's finally coming together. this one's got smut (duh), flirting and friendship (and a whole lot of f-bombs on Cassian's side) -- and, which seems to be business at usual for me at this point - it got insanely long. in fact, it got so long that I had to scratch posting it in one part, cause I think that would have brought tumblr down, like - really. *winces* so, this is part one, somewhere around 20k words (oh boy) -- you know the drill; get cozy, get comfortable, you're gonna be here for a while.

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The library was my favorite place on campus.

Even though it was way too small for so many students and had way too little workspace, which meant it was chronically stuffed with people, there was just something calming about the absolute silence you entered once you walked through the front doors. And I had quickly realised that if you slipped into one of the lesser frequented sections, moving through the aisles all the way to the back where the tilted roof was glass and everything was completely quiet, you could actually pretend you were alone, just surrounded by hundreds and hundred of books, not another soul around.

Which meant it usually was the perfect place for any sort of breakdown.

Usually.

♡

“You okay there?”

The deep, amused voice made me jump slightly; quickly, I pulled the book from my face and dipped my head back, craning my neck – and felt my breath catch.

Oh.

A guy was standing a few feet away, his brows crunched together and eyes narrowed, but the corner of his lips twitched.

At least it looked that way from upside-down.

I blinked. Then I sent him a slow, sheepish smile from my position down on the carpeted floor, sprawled out on my back, head tipped back and neck craned to look up at him.

“Hi.”

The guy stared down at me, and slowly, his lips curved upwards.

My heart missed a beat, and my breath hitched.

Oh.

“Hi.” His voice sent a tingle over my skin, deep and warm. Creases dug into his cheeks as he grinned down at me.

Creases.

Crap.

Clearing my throat, I crunched my nose, smiling innocently up at him. “Can I – help you?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” The dude narrowed his eyes, but his lips twitched like he was trying not to smirk as he leaned his shoulder against one of the shelves. His voice rumbled through me, low because of our surroundings, sending tingles down my spine.

Using my book to scratch my chin, I squinted up at him. “Why?”

The dude’s eyes narrowed further, a slow grin spreading over his face.

Creases.

“Cause you’re laying starfish-style on the floor with a book on your face.” He raised his brows, eyes twinkling. “I don’t know ‘bout you, but to me, that kinda sounds like a breakdown.”

I blinked. Then I laborously pushed myself up into a sitting position, grumbling “Judgy much.” under my breath. Somehow, the guy still picked up on it, because he chuckled, the deep sound travelling, and my breath hitched. My eyes darted up, and for the first time, I really looked at him.

My heart got stuck in my throat, and I almost felt myself shrink a little.

Well, shit.

Of course he was gorgeous.

Dark eyes that tracked over my face in amusement, even darker hair, the top half pulled back haphazardly into a bun. His grin caused dimples to appear in his cheeks, there was a faded scar on the side of his face shifting with his smirk, and his jaw looked like it could cut through paper.

And then there were the tattoos.

All in black, they were scattered all over his muscled arms, down to the backs of his veined hands and disappearing into the sleeves of his t-shirt, peaking out above the collar. His shoulders were straining against the material even though it was hanging loosely on his wide frame, muscles working under the fabric when he shifted lightly in the spot, crossing his arms over his chest. I tried not to stare as his biceps tensed and relaxed again.

God, there probably wasn’t an inch on the guy’s body that didn’t carry muscles. Even with his loose joggers it was clear that he never skipped leg day, his biceps were the size of my head, and his chest and shoulders were broad enough I felt my throat go dry.

I blinked, and the guy’s shit-eating grin grew.

Ah, crap.

Clearing my throat, I quickly raised my brows.

“So, can I – help you?”

“I don’t know.” The guy narrowed his eyes in thought, pushing off the shelves. “Any reason you’re back here?” The corners of his lips twitched, his deep voice vibrating like he was holding back a smirk when he sauntered towards me. “Deleted someone’s assignment when they went to the bathroom? Spilled soda on a book worth more than your apartment?” Dimples formed in his cheeks when he grinned. “Smuggled in your cat?”

I crunched my brows.

That seemed – oddly specific.

“No...” It came out more like a question, my head dipping to the side in slight confusion, and the guy chuckled as he crouched down in front of me. A wave of his warm cologne washed over me, something dipped in my stomach, and he raised his brows at me with a smirk.

“Hope it hasn’t got anything to do with you currently blocking the number one hook-up spot on campus.”

I blinked. Then I snorted a little and started to giggle, raising my brows.

“You’re kidding, right?”

The guy stared at me, the corners of his lips slowly curving upwards.

I stared back with a wide smile that dimmed a little. Then I crunched my brows. “You’re joking.”

The guy grinned, his gaze tracking over my face.

“Nope. Wish I was.” He sighed deeply before crunching his brows. “Have you been back here often lately, ‘cause that would explain why suddenly every horny student has migrated to the fourth floor over at the auditorium; before you ask how I know,”, the corners of his lips tipped into a smirk, “I walked in on a couple fucking in the broom closet a week ago.”

I stared at him. For a second, my mind was simply blank as I felt heat wash into my face and the guy stared back, the corners of his lips twitching and eyes twinkling mischievously. Then I blinked and crunched my face in confusion.

“Why didn’t you knock?”

The guy arched his brows. “Knock. At a broom closet.”

I raised my shoulders, somehow managing to fight a wide smile when I widened my eyes at him.

“I don’t know; it’s a broom closet in an empty hall, that’s like the second most cliché place for a hook up. I mean,”, I tried to keep my lips from curving upwards, “you probably scared the crap out of them; neither of them will ever be able to do it in a confined space again because they’ll be too scared of you suddenly barging through the door, but – to the rest of the student body, a broom closet will still be pretty high up on the list!”

The guy snorted, dropping his head for a second as his shoulders shook with quiet laughter.

“So you’re saying it’s my fault?” He looked up at me again, creases digging into his cheeks as he grinned widely and raised his brows.

“Well, it’s definitely not mine.” I frowned, something giddy bubbling under my ribs as I tried to suppress a beaming smile. “What did you just walk into a broom closet for?!”

“I thought someone was dying in there.” The guy widened his eyes at me, his grin growing bigger. “That poor girl was faking her fucking heart out, and it wasn’t surprising, the guy was practically making her teeth chatter.”

A snorted giggle broke from my throat before I could hold it back, and the guy raised his brows, deep creases forming in his cheeks. “Seriously man; it was traumatising, I’m getting flashbacks every time I just open a fucking door.”

I tried to fight the giggles bubbling in my chest. “In that case, maybe it’s good then he can’t do it in small spaces anymore.”

For a second, we just stared at each other while suddenly, I couldn’t keep my grin at bay, my heart hopping against my ribs and the guy’s lips curving, dimples in his cheeks as his twinkling eyes pierced mine. Then I blinked, and my gaze caught on the clock on the wall behind him.

My eyes widened as something dipped in my chest, startled.

“Shit.”

Hastily, I crammed my book into my bag and scrambled to get to my feet. Looking around to make sure I hadn’t left anything, I turned – and almost ran face first into a broad chest.

My heart missed a beat, my gaze slowly moved up, and my breath caught in my throat as I felt my lips part a little.

Oh.

Crap, he was tall.

The guy’s lips curved like he could read my thoughts as he stared back down at me. He was so close, I could feel the scent of his cologne fill my lungs with every soft, hitching breath, something dark and warm and addicting.

I could have stepped back to make it more comfortable for both us. I probably should have; I was still barely an inch away from bumping into his chest and had to crane my neck to look up at him, the top of my head barely even reaching his shoulders, his own head dipped so he could hold my gaze.

But for some reason, I suddenly couldn’t move a muscle, my breath caught in my throat and my heart thrumming against my ribs as I stared up at him with slightly widened eyes. His wide shoulders were basically blocking the light and his broad, solid chest was radiating warmth, his scent making my head swim. There were green flecks in his iris, surrounding his dark pupils in a ring and melting into warm brown that slowly started to twinkle.

“What were you doing back here again?” The guy’s quiet voice vibrated like he was suppressing a grin, his eyes narrowing lightly.

Somehow, I kept myself from swallowing. Instead I managed to pull myself together with a huff and started to glower up at him.

“Not what you’re thinking right now.”

The guy slowly started to smile shit-eatingly, dimples digging into his cheeks as he raised his brows.

“Actually, sweetheart, you’re the one thinking it -”

Grumbling, I turned around, barely fighting the stupidly wide grin threatening to break over my face.

When I threw a quick look back before turning the corner, the guy was still standing in the same spot, dimples in his cheeks as he stared after me with a grin.

♡

Rain pattered onto the skylights above, the lamps dunking the quiet library in warm, golden light.

It had started chucking it down just a little after I had slipped into my favorite rarely visited section, setting up camp under the windows. I had gotten some work done before pulling my book from my bag, curling up against the wall.

Crunching my brows in focus, lost in the story, I was about to turn the page when a pair of sneakers appeared in my vision.

The scent of dust and paper was chased away by a dark, warm scent; my heart leapt into my throat and my head whipped up, and someone plopped down next to me.

My breath caught, and the guy that had been wandering my mind since his appearance in my section a few days ago stared at me with contemplatively narrowed eyes. There was the hint of a crease showing in his cheek, his loose sweatshirt somehow making him look even broader, and his huge frame dwarfed mine even with him sitting on the floor.

“You know…” He shifted, one tattooed hand rising from where it was loosely draped over his pulled up legs as he dipped his head towards me.

“Over there,”, squinting as his lips quirked, he pointed towards the aisles leading back into the main space of the library, “are workspaces where you can actually sit at a table instead of on the floor?”

I stared at him, and slowly, something started bubbling in my chest. It felt warm and giddy, causing my heart to hop and a big grin threatening to break free on my face.

Biting it back just barely, I crunched my brows.

“Yeah, but, over there,”, leaning his way without being able to help it, I also pointed towards the aisles and looked back at him, raising my brows dramatically, “you have to actually kill someone to get a seat.”

The guy chuckled, the sound travelling through me. Eyes crinkling and dimples digging into his cheeks, he grinned and leaned back against the wall, easily stretching out one long leg and propping his arm onto the other. I tried not to stare at the tattoos inked onto his skin, muscles flexing beneath when he shifted to get comfortable and smirked at me.

“I was hurt when you ran away from me the other day.”

Something fluttered high in my chest. “I didn’t run away, I had class.”

“You didn’t even say goodbye.” The guy’s eyes were twinkling even as he furrowed his brows with a pout, which – looked ridiculously adorable for a six-foot-something guy with tattoos all over.

“I was late.” Widening my eyes at him, I tried to fight that strange feeling that started bubbling in my chest, warm and giddy and causing my lips to try and break into a huge smile.

“You had time to stare at me.” The guy smirked, a crease digging into his cheek as his gaze lazily dragged over my face, and I glowered at him even as heat bled into my cheeks.

Damn it.

The guy’s grin grew, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Then he raised his brows, draping his hand over his knee.

“So you’re still sitting in the hook up-section.”

I huffed, trying to fight my twitching lips.

“Yeah, well; your word is the only one I got that this is actually a hook up spot, and I’m not about to give up the only place in this library where I don’t have to fight anyone to get a seat.”

“I'd fight for you.” The guy’s eyes were twinkling as he stared at me, his grin growing when a laugh broke from my throat.

“Besides.” I turned back towards my book and raised my brows, feeling my lips curve. “I decided that if that whole thing is true, then I will gladly keep scaring people off with my presence.”

The guy’s eyes were twinkling as his gaze dragged over my face. “You sure you’re the right person to scare anyone away?”

I quickly turned my head to scowl at him. “Hey; I might not be a fucking giant, but I can kick very painful places.”

The guy’s smirk widened, creases digging into his cheeks and iris sparkling as he stared at me. “Kinky.”

I huffed, mostly to suppress the laugh rising in my throat as the happy bubbling under my ribs grew.

“Also, I don’t have to be scary, just a person being here is gonna do the job.” I felt a cheeky grin tug at my lips when I arched a brow. “People generally don’t want an audience when they’re having a quicky in the library.”

The guy squinted at me, his lips curving.

“You talking out of experience?”

My cheeks heated, and I glared at him.

“I don’t know; you’re the one who heard people fucking in a closet and decided to take a look,”, I grumbled.

A deep laugh broke from the guy’s chest, the sound suppressed as he tipped his head back, his shoulders shaking as he laughed silently. Something hopped against my ribs, and I tried to fight the stupidly wide smile pushing onto my lips.

Breathing a chuckle, the guy dropped his head again with a grin, his twinkling eyes flickering over my face as he narrowed them.

“So why did you decide robbing people of quickies in the library was a good idea? Cause there’s a bunch of students 'bout to be really fucking pissed.”

“Because unlike a broom closet, no aisle here has a door. I don't wanna know how many people got traumatized because they were looking for a book at the wrong time,”, I grumbled drily before crunching my face. “Also; fucking in a library, have some respect, the poor books.”

“What, a broom closet is less sensitive?” The guy furrowed his brows, his lips twitching like he was fighting a laugh.

“Yeah; I mean, the only thing to defile in there are mops, and they’re used to dirty stuff,”, I mumbled absentmindedly.

For a second, there was silence, and when I raised my eyes before looking to the side, the guy was staring at me, the grin on his face slowly growing.

My lips started twitching, and a giggle bubbled in my throat.

“You know, I don’t even know your name.” The guy reclined lazily, his eyes bright when he raised a brow.

Staring back at him, I felt my lips curve. “Well, I don’t know yours, so I’d say that’s fair.”

The guy’s grin widened. Then he sent me a light wink.

“Cassian.”

Something leapt up and down under my ribs, and I tried to fight a wide smile.

“Y/N.”

For a second, we stared at each other, something bubbling wildly in my stomach. Then the guy, Cassian, blinked and crunched his brows, again looking ridiculously adorable.

“So what was that breakdown the other day about?”

I sighed and raised the book I was holding. “This. I’m really trying to enjoy it, but it’s just breaking my brain –“

“It’s a book, baby; how bad can it be?” Cassian’s lips curved into a smirk as he plucked it from my grip, crunching his brows as he turned it to read the back, and I felt my breath catch at the absolute nonchalance with which he called me baby. But somehow, I managed to push past it, widening my eyes at him.

“It’s the story, okay; listen –“

“Next station -”

The tinny voice coming from the speakers overhead ripped me out of my thoughts, and I raised my head, my gaze landing on the name of the station on the screen.

“Shit.” I felt my eyes widen as my heart jumped against my ribs, and I quickly darted out of my seat.

♡

“Sorry, excuse me –“, wincing, I weaved my way through the people coming my way from the crosswalk. Squinting against the last rays of sunlight, I breathed out, the cold air making me shiver gently as I slid my hands into my pockets and stopped at a red light. Rocking back and forth on the spot, I let my gaze flicker over the square behind the crosswalk.

I didn’t know why exactly today, my brain had decided to take me on a trip down memory lane. But it caused that same happy, bubbling feeling to rise under my ribs and made me barely suppress a wide, giddy grin.

The light shifted to green, and I crossed the street, feeling my brows furrow gently as I let my gaze wander over the square. The windows of the restaurants and shops reflected the last golden rays of light, there were people crossing the square; elderly couples, groups of teenagers -

My breath hitched in my throat, and slowly, a wide smile spread over my face.

In the middle of the square next to the fountain, a tall figure towered above all others, wide shoulders even broader under a dark puffer jacket, his profile lit by the last golden flickers of sunlight, straight nose crunched against the cold and strong jaw tensing and relaxing as he lazily shifted on the spot. His eyes slowly tracked over the square, the last light causing the scar on the side of his face to shift.

My heart rose in a warm thrum, and I whistled sharply.

Cassian looked over his shoulder, gaze darting over the people - until his eyes found mine.

Even from a distance, I could see the twinkle beginning to spread through his iris.

Creases slowly started forming in his cheeks, and something skipped happily against my ribs when my best friend began to grin shit-eatingly. The lines of his smirk, now, nearly two years later almost as familiar as my own, made my heart do a happy wiggle, and I began to beam back.

I quickened my steps, and Cass turned towards me, raising his brows as his lips curved.

I got faster, a happy giggle bubbling in my throat, then I crashed into him.

Cassian grunted, but the sound quickly turned into a chuckle as he leaned down with a dramatic groan and lifted me off the ground. His arms tightened in a squeeze around my waist, his shoulders broad and solid beneath my arms, and feeling something skip happily against my ribs, I swung my legs around his waist with a giggle, interlocking them tightly.

“Hi monkey.” Cassian’s deep voice rumbled through me, a little raspy as always and vibrating with a grin. Slipping his arms under my thighs to hold me up, he chuckled when I pulled back just enough to press a firm kiss onto his cheek.

The scent of his cologne started to fill my lungs, and something hopped happily against my ribs when I leaned back and saw a dimple forming in his cheek.

“Hi.” Sliding my arms around his neck, I grinned at him, and Cassian smirked, a crease digging into his cheek. The light hit his eyes when he shifted, causing the green spots in his iris to glow, and something wriggled in my stomach.

“You good?” Cassian hoisted me up a little to adjust his grip, grinning when I tightened my grip out of reflex.

“Yup.”

My belly grumbled, and Cass raised his brows.

I squinted. “Apart from that.”

Cassian smirked.

“You know, I’m always surprised by how much food you can stomach,”, his eyes narrowed, “it’s like you’re a little black hole for snacks or something –“

I glared and lightly slapped the side of his head, and Cass broke off with a deep chuckle that made my whole body shake.

“Leave me alone, I haven’t eaten all day.”

“You? Haven’t eaten?” Sliding his right arm under my ass to hold me up, Cassian freed his other hand to slap it against my forehead, brows dramatically crunching. “Are you sick, baby?!”

“Oh, fuck off.” Trying to push his hand away, I nearly lost my balance, quickly locking my legs tighter around his waist and linking my arms back together at the nape of his neck. Cassian chuckled, his warm eyes flickering over my face as he grinned at me, and I had to fight the overwhelming urge to press a kiss onto the side of his nose.

“I’m fine. Just got sucked into writing this morning and basically didn’t stop until like an hour ago.” I shrugged.

Cassian stared at me. Then his lips curved, and slowly, very slowly, that familar shit-eating grin spread over his face, only doubled tenfold now as he eyed me, creases digging deep into his cheeks.

I blinked and felt my heart do a little swerve.

“Don’t.”

My best friend widened his eyes lightly, even as his grin grew. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

I widened my eyes back at him, something warm suddenly bubbling wildly in my chest. “I know you, dipshit; you were about to drop some suggestive innuendo about sucking!”

“Dude, your mind went there; I didn’t actually say anything -“ Cassian’s grin was broad as he raised his brows and slipped his hand back around my thigh, and my heart leapt against my ribs.

“I can’t with you.” I shook my head, barely keeping the warm, giddy feeling in my chest from causing a stupidly wide smile to spread over my face.

“Can’t without me either, baby.” Cassian smirked and winked, and I lost the fight against the giggle breaking from my throat.

“Put me down, you idiot.” Trying to keep the grin mirroring his in check and failing, I slid my legs off Cassian’s waist. “If Mor’s gonna make me drink, we gotta change the food-situation.”

Cass leaned down to place me back onto my feet with a dramatic groan.

“Alright.” Straightening laborously, he pulled his phone from his pocket and squinted at the screen. “We got - another hour until we’re meeting the others; so, let’s get you something to eat before you start getting hangry.”

“I don’t get hangry.” Frowning, I craned my neck to stare up at him indignantly.

Stuffing his phone back into his pocket, Cass stared back, brows rising.

“Okay, fine; maybe sometimes. A little.” Grumbling, I crossed my arms in front of my chest as I glared up at him, and Cassian slowly started to smirk, causing his cheeks to crease. Then he dropped his head, and something toppled under my ribs when he pressed a kiss onto my cheek, his hands sliding around my jaw to keep me from moving when the first was followed by another, and another, until my heart hopped and a giggle bubbled in my throat.

Cassian grinned against my cheek before pressing one last firm kiss against my temple.

“Alright, c’mon, sweet cheeks.” With a smirk, he straightened to his full height, his arm sliding over my chest and turning me around, his body pressing into my back as he started to push me down the sidewalk. I craned my neck to try and look up at him.

“Who’s party is this again?”

Cassian shrugged, the neon lights of a shop throwing shadows under his jaw and cheekbones, dark brows furrowed lightly.

“I don’t know, think someone from one of Rhys’ classes?”

I hummed, frowning in thought. “Think they’ll have food?”

“Nah, don’t count on it; we’re getting you something now.” Looking back, Cassian wrapped his arm over my shoulder, lightly drawing me into his side as a cyclist zipped past us.

My stomach twisted with a soft growl, and I looked up at him with a pout, fighting a smile. “Thanks.”

“Are you kidding?” Cass threw me a look, huffing. “Not eaten all day; you and I need to have a talk.”

Warmth rose under my ribs, and I looked back ahead, shaking my head even as a wide smile spread over my face.

Cassian sniffled against the cold air, pulling up his shoulders a little as he crunched his brows contemplatively. “I could eat."

“You can always eat.” I grinned teasingly up at him before yelping and snorting a giggle when Cassian tightened his grip and leaned down with a grin to playfully nip at my jaw. His breath hit my skin, something bubbled high in my chest, and Cass straightened up again with a smirk.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Food’s life.”

Snickering under my breath, I huddled into his side, shivering dramatically and chattering my teeth.

“Why is it still so fucking coooold –“

“Want me to warm you up?” Cassian’s grin was shit-eating enough that I snorted, elbowing him into the side. Whining dramatically, Cass tugged me into his side, grinning when he rubbed his palm over my arm and raised his brows.

“Okay, seriously, what do you wanna eat?”

♡

Crunching my brows, I studied the two packages of crisps in my head, trying to figure out which one to take.

Something warm brushed against my shoulder, then a head slowly appeared right next to mine.

I felt my lips twitch; a snorted giggle broke from my throat, and I quickly reached up and pushed Cassian’s face away from me.

His chest vibrated in my back as he straightened up with a deep laugh, his head tipping back, and shaking my own, still snickering softly, I raised the packages to squint at them dramatically.

“I can’t decide!”

"It's okay, I'll help with the rest." Grinning, Cassian leaned over my shoulder and plucked both of them from my grip, pressing a dramatic kiss onto my temple before straightening. His chest pushed into my back, and quickly snagging the packages from his grip, I piled them into my arms, letting him steer me down the aisle.

The small supermarket was fairly empty thanks to the time, the city and sky outside becoming darker by the minute as we reached the register. Dropping my things onto the conveyor belt behind what looked like a guy’s dinner and a girl’s grocery run for the weekend, I sighed happily at the sight of crisps and two bottles of soda.

Cass leaned over me to snag a pack of gum, throwing it down next to my stuff, then he straightened, his arms sliding around my collarbones and his chest pressing into my back when he rested his chin on my head. Snuggling into my jacket, I leaned into him, giggling into his sleeve when Cass squeezed me with a dramatic sound.

Something started bubbling happily against my ribs, and I felt Cassian grin into my hair. Then he placed his chin back on my head and slightly clacked his teeth together, the vibration travelling through me. I snorted and Cass chuckled, his chest shaking in my back.

The guy in front of the line paid as the girl got ready to start shovelling her groceries back into her cart, and I looked to the side, letting my gaze roam until it met the one of an elderly woman a register over. I sent her a grin, and the old woman beamed, her eyes gleaming as they darted back and forth between Cassian and me. Then she leaned over slightly, her voice lowered confidentially as she said with a wide smile: “Such a lovely couple.”

My heart dipped, and I froze, my eyes widening and lips parting awkwardly. But before I could quickly correct her, Cassian’s deep voice echoed from somewhere above me, a grin vibrating through his voice.

“Thanks.”

I blinked before quickly craning my neck to stare up at him in bewilderment.

The smirk I got in response was shit-eating, only topped by the quick wink that followed.

The elderly woman beamed happily, sending me a gracious nod before moving forward in line, and I quickly turned and elbowed Cass into the ribs, something skipping in my chest when I hissed: “What the hell?!”

“What?” Cassian dropped his head so he could mumble into my ear, his smirk still wide as he threw the old lady a look over my head. “Didn’t wanna disappoint her. Besides.” His nose grazed my temple, and his smirk became shit-eating as his eyes dragged over my face. “Can’t blame her for assuming.”

My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes darted back and forth between his, warm and twinkling and suddenly so very close with his head dipped.

With a blink, I pulled myself together and rammed my elbow into his ribs again, and Cassian whined softly and dramatically, his grin wide as he straightened up again.

Grumbling, I turned back ahead, trying to ignore the heat suddenly pulsing in my cheeks.

♡

“No, wai- stop that!” Quickly yanking the my fries away, I glared at Cassian, trying to keep in a laugh.

We were sitting on a bench circling the big tree at the corner where the others were supposed to meet us, the sky above dark, cars rushing past. I was huddled up, legs criss cross, my knee pressing into the side of Cassian’s thigh while he lounged against the backrest, squinting into the neon lights of a laundromat across the street. The wrappers of the burgers and fries we had picked up at the take-out place next to the supermarket were crunched up next to me, and one bag of crisps was open in Cassian’s lap, but for the past few minutes, he’d been trying to sneak his hand into the paper bag that contained the rest of my fries.

Glowering, I turned to hold the package out of Cassian’s reach, twisting as I dropped my head back to pop a fry into my mouth. Cass quickly leaned forward, his arm sliding past me, and I gave a sound of protest that bubbled with laughter as I hastily held out my arm, trying to put the package to safety.

“Stop it, you already had the rest of the extra fries, your burger, your fries, and that huge bite of mine, and you’ve got the whole package of crisps, why can I not eat this in peace?”

“Cause baby, I’m twice your size; how can you expect me to not still be hungry when you are?” Cassian’s grin was shit-eating, his warm breath brushing over my nose, and I glowered back at him.

For a moment, we stared at each other, faces only inches apart, the green flecks in Cassian’s eyes twinkling as something bubbled in my chest and I barely fought the wide smile trying to form on my lips. Then Cassian’s hand shot forward, I quickly tried to twist away, and a soft squeak broke from my throat when Cassian dipped forward, sliding his arm around my waist and dragging me into his body.

For a few seconds, we were caught in a scuffle as I tried to save my fries while aimlessly flailing my legs and shaking with uncontrollable giggles, Cassian’s huge body half burying me beneath him as he tried to reach the bag, groaning and cursing under his breath until he managed to snag some fries. A dramatic whine broke from my throat, and whooping lightly, Cassian sat up with a wide grin.

Breathlessly, I slumped against him, and Cassian tipped his head back and dropped the fries into his mouth with a smirk.

Grumbling, I tried to sit up, but Cassian’s arm wound around my waist wasn’t budging, instead sliding tighter around me.

For a few seconds, I struggled, then I gave up.

Slumping into his side in defeat, I huffed. Cassian’s scent started to rise into my nose, dark and warm and familiar, and I could feel the warmth radiating from him even through his puffer jacket.

Shivering slightly, I shuffled a little to get more comfortable, pulling up my legs. Cassian draped his arm over my collarbones, and I snuggled into the curve of his elbow, squinting into the light of the laundromat as I leaned my head against his chest. Then I plucked some fries from the little package and craned my neck to look up at my best friend, holding them up.

A wide grin spread over his face, and leaning forward quickly, Cass snagged them from my fingers, teasingly biting my knuckles. I yelped a laugh, slapping his chest, and Cassian’s chuckle vibrated through me when he leaned back, chewing lazily.  

Snuggling further into his arm with a happy sigh, I dropped some fries into my mouth, chewing contendly. I could feel Cassian shift as he took a sip of my soda, then he dropped his head to steal another fry from my fingers, sending me a wink when I glared up at him, dimples digging into his cheeks.

A few minutes later the fries were empty, and I was digging around in the second package of crisps, giggling breathlessly as Cassian kept dipping his head, lightly nipping my jaw.

“Stop the-“ Quickly holding out some crisps, I snorted when Cassian pulled them out of my grip with his teeth while grinning, dipping his head back to let them slide into his mouth.

There was a sharp whistle, and I turned my head, craning my neck.

My gaze flickered over the street until it caught onto three people slowly making their way towards us, and I started beaming and waved. Cassian’s body shifted in my back as he leaned over me with a soft grunt, stretching his arm out to dip his hand into the crisps and shortly making me vanish from sight.

When he straightened up again, three shadows fell over us, and I happily grinned up at our friends.

“Starting the party without us, I see.” Rhys shook his head in disappointment, letting his arm slip from Feyre’s shoulders. He was wearing a thick jacket, his hair fashionably messy as always, and the tip of his nose was pink from the cold, but the twinkle in his eyes was mischievous as usual.

“Hey, you’re the ones late,”, I grumbled with a pout.

“Someone took ages getting ready.” Feyre, also with a slightly pink nose and huddled into her jacket, rolled her eyes.

Both Cassian and I turned our heads to look up at Azriel, tall and brooding and never the one making anyone late.

Az returned our looks before raising a brow. “Very funny.”

Snickering, I laborously sat up up, Cassian’s arm sliding down my side. Feyre dropped down next to me onto the bench, freeing her hands from her pockets before she hugged me, her teeth chattering dramatically. Giggling, I squeezed her back.

“You two ready?” Leaning down slightly to greet Cassian with a bro-handshake, Rhys raised his brows.

“Yeah,”, I crunched my brow and squinted up at him, “where’s Mor though?”

“Should be -”, Feyre dipped her head to the side, “ah, nevermind.”

Leaning forward to follow her gaze, I nearly tipped off the bench, but Cassian's hand slid over my stomach, keeping me upright as I beamed when I saw a tall blonde speedwalk towards us, red painted lips glinting in the lights.

“Punctual as always!”, I yelled, causing Feyre to grin widely, and Mor called back loudly: “Fuck off!”

Snickering, I pushed myself up again, gathering all of our trash before getting to my feet on the bench. Cassian’s hand slipped off my waist, and I rested my own on his shoulder to laborously climb over his lap. His calloused fingers wrapped around my wrist, keeping me steady, and a deep chuckle travelled through me as Cass held onto me until I was on his other side, dimples digging into his cheeks as he smirked up at me. I flipped him off with a grin, then I turned around, wandering over the bench towards the trashcan on the other side of the tree.

When I got back, Cassian and Feyre had gotten off the bench, Cass towering over Mor who was bickering with Rhys over which way to go. Azriel caught my gaze over Feyre’s shoulder, rolling his eyes and causing me to snicker.

Coming to a halt on the bench next to where Cassian was standing, I exchanged a look with Feyre, and she sighed and stepped forward, trying to break up the bickering.

Shivering, my eyes got caught on Cassian’s profile, and my heart did a little flip.

“Hey Cass?”

Cassian looked up at me, and I raised my arms, beaming at him.

“Piggyback ride?”

My best friend smirked, eyeing me. “Sure you can carry me?”

I dropped my arms and glowered at him.

Chuckling, Cassian stepped towards the bench, turning his back towards me, and smiling brightly, I leaned down slightly, sliding my arms over his shoulders and hopping onto his back.

Cass caught my legs, his warm hands gripping my thighs before he slipped his arms under my knees, lightly hoisting me up. My chest pressed against his broad back, his scent rose into my nose, and grinning happily, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Okay, ready.”

“Can we just go?”, Cassian interrupted Mor and Rhys, a dimple forming in his cheek as he smirked. “By the time you two are done, the party's over.”

I parted my lips with a soft gasp. “The horror.”

Cassian’s chest rumbled as he laughed, his head tipping back lightly.

“Fuck off, baby.”

Grinning, I slung my arms tighter around his neck before crunching my brows and pouting. “Seriously, can we please just go; I don’t give a shit about how quickly we get there as long as we get there.”

“Amen,”, Azriel grumbled.

“Well, if he would listen to me –“ Mor glowered at Rhys.

The two started bickering again, and Az shook his head and brushed past us. “C’mon.”

I slid my arms tighter over Cassian’s collarbones, and Feyre sighed and slipped past her boyfriend, Cassian waiting until she was past him before following after her.

Resting my chin on my best friend's shoulder, I felt my heart do a happy wiggle as my body swayed with his steps. Behind us, the bickering slowly faded into the distance. Az and Feyre, a few steps in front of us, fell into conversation, Feyre linking her arm through Azriel’s, and Cassian craned his neck slightly to look back at me.

A deep crease slowly formed in his cheek as his eyes flickered over my face, and I crunched my brows.

“What? Do I have – something on my face?”

Cassian’s body vibrated as he chuckled and turned back ahead with a grin, squeezing my calves. “Nah.”

Staring at the side of his face for another second, I blinked before shrugging and leaning forward quickly to press a kiss onto his cheek. I could feel a crease forming beneath my lips, then I pulled back, grinning widely, and Cassian shook his head, gaze directed forward but eyes twinkling.

♡

Rhys and Mor caught up with us after maybe two blocks, both grumbling about being left behind, but I just snickered and slid off Cassian’s back, linking my arm through Mor’s to pull her with me.

The party of who-knows-who was located in some industrial loft further downtown. There were people standing in front of the entrance, smoking, a few stepping out of the way as Rhys pulled open the heavy steel door with a dramatic flourish. When I slipped into the stairwell after Feyre, I felt a warm, tall body towering in my back.

The music was audible even down here, and sliding my arm out of Feyre’s, I tipped my head back to stare up the winding staircase. I could feel the others push pass me, talking as they started to climb the stairs. Then something brushed against my back, and when I looked over my shoulder, Cassian’s breath hit my hair as he leaned forward, his chest pressing against my shoulders as he crunched his brows and stared up the stairwell.

“What are we looking at?”

A snorted giggle broke from my throat, and elbowing him into the ribs, I turned, sliding my hand around his wrist to tug him with me towards the stairs with a wide grin.

By the time we reached the fifth floor, the floor was vibrating, the noise of the party had doubled, and I was wheezing dramatically.

“God, who thought throwing a party up that many stairs was a good idea?” My voice was breathless as I held my sides, grimacing at the huge, open metal doors opposite of the stairs behind which lights flashed, illuminating the silhouettes of dozens of people. The others had apparently already gone in, because the landing was empty apart from empty bottles on the floor.

“Someone who’s never fallen down any steps while drunk.” I could hear the shit-eating grin in Cassian’s voice as his hands closed around my shoulders, rubbing slowly back and forth. I snorted a breathless giggle before straightening with a wince and, trying to steady my breathing, began to trudge over the landing, feeling my best friend in my back.

When I stepped through the open doors, I was hit by the noise and the music that made the thick, stale air vibrate. My gaze darted over the open floor loft, only lit by flashing lights changing colors and spotlights hitting the walls, so dark you could only see the outlines of the mass of people, and my breath caught in my throat. The noise and the amount of people crowding the space caused my chest to begin thrumming with a mix of exhilaration and anxiety, and something slowly closed around my lungs, making the flickering lights swim, the noise closing in on me -

A calloused hand slipped under my jacket, wrapping around my side as a solid chest pressed against my shoulders, and a familiar scent washed over me, chasing away the stale smell. My heart dipped; I ripped my gaze away from the crowd dipped in darkness and looked up over my shoulder, and something loosened in my chest.

Cassian was so close that I could see the details of the dark ink at the base of his throat, towering over me like a lighthouse in the dark as he let his gaze flicker over the crowd, the flashing lights illuminating his face and slightly crunched brows. His thumb absentmindedly brushed up and down over my ribs, and something started to bubble gently in my chest. The noise slowly faded to the edge of my conciousness, still present but no longer a weight on my senses, and I could feel my shoulders sink as the tightness around my throat slipped away.

“I think the others are over there!” Cassian’s deep voice vibrated through me as his grip tightened, then he dipped his head, and I could feel his shit-eating grin against my cheek when he called over the noise: “Want me to put you on my shoulders?”

I lightly kicked his shin, and Cassian’s chest shook when he laughed into my hair, his smile wide as he straightened. His body pressed into my back, and he started to gently push me through the crowd.

In the flashing lights, it was hard to even make out faces, the music causing the floor to vibrate and the noise leaving my skin humming. I quickly reached back, hooking my fingers into Cassian’s belt loops as my heart thrummed against my ribs, my breath hitching when I felt his body tower over mine like a rock between the waves.

Cassian’s grip tightened. Then the next second he drew me back into his chest just before some girls shoved past us. I nearly tripped over my feet, but Cass held me steady, and when I threw a quick look up at him over my shoulder, he was glaring after the group, muscles in his jaw flexing and a dark shift in his eyes.

Something toppled in my stomach when I felt his hand slip up a bit, wrapping around my ribcage, then his body pressed into mine, and Cass nudged me forward.

We caught up with the others about halfway through the loft. Feyre clocked us first, and I waited until a group of guys had pushed past us, yelling over the music and causing me to unconciously move back into Cassian’s grip. Then I stepped forward until I was standing next to her and crunched my brows.

“How ‘bout we find a - less crowded spot?”, I called over the noise, trying to sound lighthearted, but Feyre looked right through it. Squeezing my elbow comfortingly, she called back: “The guys are gonna see if they find a place to sit or something!”

Nodding back, I craned my neck to look up at Cassian. He was still towering over me, his hand wrapped around my ribcage protectively as he didn’t make any move to step away from me.

Warmth rose in my chest, and I leaned back into him without being able to help it, feeling him shift when he looked over his shoulder, then Mor appeared at my side, calling loudly: “Let’s go get something to drink!”

Glad about an opportunity to blend out some of the noise and chaos, I nodded, poking Cassian’s ribs to get his attention. He turned his head back towards me and dropped his gaze, and I stretched lightly to call: “We’re gonna go get drinks!”

“I’ll come with you!” Cassian’s deep, steady voice vibrated through me, and feeling something warm bubble high in my chest, I rolled my eyes with a grin.

“I’ll be okay, I got the girls! Just go with Rhys and Az, we’re gonna be fine!”

Cass crunched his brows, looking ready to protest, and with a soft laugh bubbling in my throat, I slid my hand towards his collar, tugging him down with a grin. Cassian complied easily, one corner of his lips curving as a wave of his scent washed over me, and stretching, I pressed a quick kiss onto his cheek, just long enough that I could feel a crease forming under my lips. Then I pulled back, and something leapt into my throat when my nose brushed against Cassian’s.

The room and noise faded. Cassian’s head was dipped so far that I could see the green specks in his twinkling eyes as they flickered over mine, only an inch away, so close that his breath was fanning over my lips. 

Like he could feel the way I suddenly stilled, Cassian’s gaze flashed. Something twisted low in my stomach when his lids suddenly grew heavier, eyes darkening with something deep, hazy, almost heated as they slowly dragged over my face, and suddenly, I was acutely aware of his wide, towering body half pressed against mine.

My breath caught, Cassian’s muscles shifted, and his lips parted as he slowly, absentmindedly ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

My heart got stuck somewhere in my throat, someone’s elbow hit my back and made me jump, and Cass blinked, his lips tipping back into his usual, lazy grin as he straightened slowly, nothing left of that strange, heated look but the light twinkle in his eyes when he dipped his head to call into my ear: “Stick close to the girls!”

Maybe it was the noise around us, but Cassian’s voice sounded deeper, travelling through me and almost causing me to shiver. But somehow, I managed to push away the way my heart pounded against my ribs and poked his side, sending him a wide, cheeky grin. “Duh.”

Cassian’s chest vibrated when he chuckled, his cheeks creasing as he dropped his head to press a kiss against my temple, and something leapt against my ribs. Then Feyre took my hand and pulled me with her.

♡

After raiding the kitchen area at the other end of the loft, we squeezed back through the crowd towards the windows where couches were set up. Mor was carrying shotglasses and a bottle with clear liquid that just the sight of had already made me feel woozy, glancing over her shoulder every few steps to check on us and glaring at anyone who got too close. Feyre had beerbottles in her arms, her hand on my shoulder as she stayed in my back, and I was carrying boozy lemonade I had found in the fridge, the ice cold cans pressing against my arms and keeping my focus away from the crowd and bass vibrating through the floor.

Mor slipped past a group of guys, and following after her, I threw a quick look back to make sure Feyre was still behind me before turning ahead again, and something leapt high in my chest.

The boys had cleared one of the couches and two armchairs facing them. In the flickering lights, I could see Cassian’s teeth flash when he grinned, a chuckle causing his shoulders to shake. He was lounging on the couch, melted into the cushions, his long legs spread lazily. His black t-shirt was straining against his wide shoulders, the colorful, raging lights flickered over the tattoos scattered over his arms all the way down onto his hands, and deep creases formed in his cheeks when he smirked at something Rhys said.

Mor called their names over the noise, and when I blinked, Cassian’s gaze darted over the crowd, finding mine over her shoulder. The corners of his lips curved up, a lazy twinkle spreading through his eyes as he started to smirk.

Rolling my eyes, I took two of the beerbottles Feyre handed me and squeezed past Azriel. He was occupying one of the armchairs, boot propped up onto the coffee table and sending me a faint smirk when I handed him a beer.

Cassian grinned up at me as I moved to squeeze into between the coffee table and the couch, his legs falling apart further to make space for me, and I handed him the other bottle of beer.

“Here,”, I called over the loud, blaring music, and Cassian straightened and leaned forward, snatching my wrist.

My heart nearly toppled out of my chest, and I yelped softly when he pulled, dragging me down onto his lap.

My breath caught in my throat as I toppled into him, chest colliding with his, Cassian’s breath grazing my lips and nose nearly bumping mine. One corner of his lips tipped upwards as his twinkling eyes dragged lazily over my face. Then he dipped forward, and I made a light noise of surprise, hastily holding onto his shoulders when his arm slid around the back of my butt, nearly lifting me into his chest as he dragged me closer until my thighs bracketed his hips.

Something skipped into my throat, and I huffed, causing Cassian’s grin to widen as he slouched back into the cushions, his head tipping back lazily as he stared at me.

“Best seat in the house, baby.”

I snorted under my breath, feeling my lips curve into a wide grin as I leaned forward to speak into his ear. “I don’t know; Az looks pretty comfy too -”

Cassian leaned forward quick as lightning, and my laugh caught in my throat when he lightly sank his teeth into the soft skin of my neck just below my ear, his grin so wide, I could feel it against my skin.

Curling my fingers into his hair like reflex, I held my breath, and, dimples showing in his cheeks, Cassian pulled back, his eyes twinkling.

Huffing, I managed to tear myself away from the sight of his curving lips and the crease digging in his cheek. Flicking his forehead, I shifted to get comfortable in his lap, feeling warmth rising in my chest when Cassian’s large hand cupped my hip to keep me from sliding away to the side.

“Did we miss anything?”, I called over the noise, carefully opening one of the cans I had dropped onto the couch.

Cassian made a non-commitical sound and plucked the drink from my fingers, turning his head to take a sip. His throat worked when he swallowed, causing the tattoo at the base of his neck to ripple, then he made a face.

“Urgh.” Blinking and smacking his lips, he looked at the can, brows crunching. “How the fuck can you drink that?”

“By knowing it’s the only thing you won’t drink for me!” I grinned and pulled the can from his grip, something warm bubbling happily in my chest, and Cassian’s body started shaking as he tipped his head back with a deep laugh.

Grinning, I took a sip, feeling Cassian’s gaze drag over my face and down my throat.

“Hey!” Mor’s loud voice made me look over my shoulder, and when Cass dipped his head to the side to look past me, the blonde grinned widely. “They got a beer-pong table!”

My heart dipped, and slowly, I felt a grin spread over my face.

A couple minutes later, we had fought our way through the crowd and Mor and I were standing on one end of the dining table by the windows, cups arranged in front of us and Azriel and Cassian on the other side. Cassian’s eyes were twinkling in the light as he propped his arm onto Azriel’s shoulder, raising his brows at me, and without a word spoken, I saw the challenge in the way he smirked as his eyes dragged lazily down my body.

Something rose under my ribs, and I narrowed my eyes, feeling a wide, cheeky smile slowly spread over my face. Then I lightly nudged my chin forward.

Do your worst.

Cassian started to grin. Sliding his arm off Azriel’s shoulder, he caught the ping-pong ball some guy threw his way and turned slightly, raising his hand. Then he sent me a wink and tossed.

♡

A few hours later, the sky outside was pitchblack and a happy buzz had taken over my entire body, making me very giggly and a little sleepy.

“Hey.” A finger gently tapped my nose, and I shifted, forcing my eyes that had started to feel very heavy to open, and my breath caught a little in my throat.

Cassian stared down at me, a grin causing dimples to dig into his cheeks. Then he dipped down his head, and his breath grazed my cheek when he called into my ear: “Think it’s time we get you home, baby!”

I didn’t protest, not with how heavy my limbs and eyes had started to feel. Instead I reached up to poke Cassian’s cheek and sent him a wide, slow beam that caused his own grin to widen.

It’s goofy edge, the depth of his dimples and his pupils, blown and darker than usual, were the only signs that he definitely wasn’t sober anymore either.

Slowly freeing myself from where I had curled into his side, I felt Cassian’s arm slide off my shoulder, curling around my waist instead to keep me steady, and following a warm, lazy impulse, I leaned up and pressed my lips onto his cheek, long enough for his scent to fill my lungs, dark and warm and mixed with a boozy edge.

When I pulled back, Cassian turned his head, and in the flashing lights, his eyes suddenly seemed deeper and darker, his warm breath grazing my lips as his gaze dragged over my face. Then he blinked, his lips curved upwards and creases appeared in his cheeks, and his arm slid tighter around me when he dipped his head and pressed a slow kiss onto my cheek. His nose dragged over my skin, and shivers raced down my spine.

Somehow, I pulled myself out of the warm, buzzing feeling that filled my chest and turned around, pushing myself to my feet laborously. The room tipped just a little and I only nearly tripped over my own feet, but large, warm hands wrapped around my waist, holding me upright, and a giggle bubbled in my throat when I felt Cassian’s wide chest pressing into my back. Craning my neck to stare up at him, the warm buzz seemed to swell when I caught a glimpse at his wide, dimpled grin, his chuckles causing both our bodies to vibrate.

Cass leaned down his head, and his breath grazed my cheek when he called into my ear: “Let’s say bye to the others and then get the fuck outta here!”

♡

The next bus was another half an hour, so Cassian and I walked the way from the loft to my apartment.

The night air was cold and crisp, making the warm bubbling feeling in my chest swell even as the wind nipped at my skin. I slid my hand into Cassian’s after few blocks, his palm large and warm, engulfing mine as I linked our fingers and quickened my steps, tugging him with me, the happy, bubbling buzz in my body causing a giggle to rise in my chest, the smile on my face so stupidly wide it made my cheeks hurt when I turned and walked backwards, swinging our hands. Cassian’s answering grin was unrestrained and wide, causing dimples to dig deep into his cheeks when he pulled me back into his side, his arm sliding over my shoulder. Giggles broke from my throat when I bumped into him, nearly stumbling.

Cassian chased me the last few steps to the front door, even drunk still quicker than me, his arms wrapping around my waist just as I leapt onto the front step, and the storm of wild flutters in my chest reached new heights when he twirled me around in a circle, his chest vibrating as he laughed into my hair at the giggles bubbling from my throat that I just couldn’t contain.

“Stop i-“ I almost tripped when he dropped me back onto my feet, a snorted giggle leaving me, and warm hands gripped mine, keeping me upright as Cassian laughed fully, head tipped back and shoulders shaking. I flipped him off, and Cass caught my hand, grinning so widely, creases formed in his cheeks. He looked a bit flushed, from the cool air and the alcohol that seemed to make his gaze slower, more intense as it dragged over my face, and feeling something dip in my stomach, I turned around, trying to get my keys out of my pocket.

The warm light in the staircase flickered on when I pushed open the door. Shushing Cass and trying to suppress a giggle at the offended look he sent me, I nearly groaned at the sight of the stairs.

By the time we made it to the third floor, I was out of breath and desperately trying not to laugh at nothing in particular, the happy bubbling buzz in my chest making it hard to stay quiet as I dragged Cassian to my door.

Trying to slide my key into the lock, I missed, and a snorted giggle burst from my throat, shaking my body so badly, I leaned my forehead against the door, trying to keep the giggles in as more bubbled in my chest.

There was a deep, chortled laugh behind me, then I felt a warm weight in my back and a solid body pressing against mine when Cassian leaned an arm against the doorframe and dropped his head to smother his chuckling in my hair. The scent of alcohol rose into my nose, mashed with that scent that was just him, deep and dark and warm, causing my heart to rise, and I inhaled it softly without being able to stop it.

Trying to suppress more giggles, I pulled back my head just enough to look down, squinting dramatically. After two more tries, my key finally found the lock, jingling quietly when I turned it, and whooping softly, I pushed open the door.

My apartment was only lit by the glow of the streetlamps outside falling through the windows, the sky outside inky black like Cassian’s hair. I kicked off my shoes in the small hall, hopping on one leg and nearly falling over, causing a startled, snorted laugh to leave me.

“Fuck, I love your place.” Breathing out happily, Cassian let the door fall shut and slid out of his jacket, carelessly throwing it over the shoe rack before moving past me, and I switched on the small lights in my bedroom, just in time to see him collapse onto my bed.

“Dude,”, I whined, crunching my brows, “not the clothes on my bed!”

Cassian snorted before he rolled onto his back and started to laugh, his head tipping back and body shaking, and something rose high in my chest when I caught a glimpse at his face; the way his closed eyes crinkled and dimples dug into his cheeks.

Grumbling, I started taking off my socks, and still grinning, Cass pushed himself to his feet with a soft, dramatic grunt, his chest pressing into my shoulders as he pushed past me with a chuckle. I felt my skin tingle where his hands had closed around my ribs.

Cass ducked his head to the side to not hit it at the doorframe and trudged into the small kitchen, opening the fridge, and I made a face and started to shimmy out off my pants that had started to feel incredibly uncomfortable a while ago.

Screw jeans. I wanted joggers.

Kicking them to the side, I turned around, moving towards my bed while wrangling myself out of my top and carelessly throwing it over a chair. Tugging my bra over my head, I unceremoniously dumped it onto the floor before dragging the oversized t-shirt I slept in out from under my blanket. It vaguely smelled of something else besides me, something warm and dark and addictive, and after sliding into it, I buried my nose at the collar, breathing in deeply.

Something swelled and fluttered against my ribs, and I turned around with a happy sigh.

Cass was still bent over the fridge, arm propped onto the open door and head stuck inside, grumbling under his breath as he dug through the contents. Feeling a wave of giggles bubbling in my throat, I kicked our shoes out of the way and squeezed into the bathroom to wash off my make-up that had started to feel sticky on my skin. Nearly groaning happily, I dried my dripping wet face before raising my head and catching a glimpse at myself in the mirror; eyes bright and hair messy.

Looking around for the joggers I had left in here before leaving earlier, I crunched my brows. Then I shrugged and turned around.

“What are you even looking for?” I pulled the bathroom door close behind me before stepping into the door to the small kitchen and leaning against the frame, feeling the warm, bubbling feeling rise against my ribs when I stared at Cassian’s large frame towering in my kitchen, chugging soda from a colorful can. My gaze flickered over the curve of his throat and the tattoo rippling at its base, and something curled low in my stomach.

Finally dropping his head, Cassian swallowed and exhaled dramatically. “That was good.” He dropped the can into the trash before turning around, and I could see his movements slow as his gaze dragged down my body. His eyes flashed with something heated, growing deep and hazy, and my breath hitched, the warm feeling in my chest swelling.

Cass blinked, and slowly, he started moving, his piercing gaze never leaving my face as he walked towards me. A wave of his scent washed over me, warm and addictive, and all my thoughts quieted down when he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, his knuckles brushing against my side as his low-lidded eyes dragged over my face. My chest brushed against his t-shirt, his warmth travelling even through the layers of clothing, and I stared up at him, feeling the warm thrum in my chest as my lips parted softly, my breath hitching as the warm buzz under my ribs swelled. My mind felt slow, hazy, muddled either by the alcohol cursing through me – or by Cassian’s scent filling my lungs, the warmth radiating from his large body, pulling me in, and the way he was gazing down at me, his eyes hooded and dark under heavy lids, an intensity in the way his gaze dragged over my face that sent tingling shivers over my whole body.

My breath caught in my throat, and my thoughts narrowed.

Beautiful.

All of him. The dark ink all over his skin, the shift of his muscles and hazy heat in his goddamn beautiful eyes. It felt like all of him pulled me in to swallow me whole, made my chest flutter with something so powerful, it caused my breath to catch as I stared up at him, my heart thrumming warmer against my ribs with every second.

And just because it felt like I might combust if I didn’t, I stretched and kissed him.

Something burst in my stomach, like hundreds of bubbling fireworks rising to the surface.

Cassian's lips were soft and tasted like fruit soda and alcohol, sweet and bitter at once. My chest swelled as my fingers curled into the soft cotton of his t-shirt and Cassian’s lashes fluttered against my cheek. Then a deep, low sound broke from his throat, and dropping his head to meet me, Cass slid his hands up my sides. His calloused palms wrapped around the sides of my neck, and exhaling deeply like a weight had lifted from his shoulders, Cassian kissed back like he’d been starving for it.

The rising feeling in my chest burst into a warm, fluttering storm.

Sinking down onto my heels, I dragged him with me, gripping his shirt and curling my fingers into the nape of his neck, feeling his warm skin and the way he shuddered at my touch, causing my heart to thrum and the bubbling feeling under my ribs to swell.

Making a deep, hoarse noise, Cassian moved until his wide chest pressed into mine, and his hand wrapped around my ribcage, dragging me into his body as he kissed me harder.

He was kissing me like he was trying to swallow me whole, devour me, his jaw flexing with every kiss that deepend, hungry lips parting mine, tongue swiping into my mouth like he was trying to memorize the way I tasted.

I dug my fingers into his sides when Cass began to push me backwards, feeling the planes of his torso, warm and hard, flush against mine and his body towering over me, causing the warmth bubbling in my chest to swell and heat to pool in my panties.

My back hit a wall, and something curled low in my stomach when Cass groaned low in his chest as his whole body pressed against the length of mine, so close my breath caught in my throat. His long fingers curled into my hair, and Cass dragged my head back and dipped his own to kiss my throat bruisingly.

My heart leapt into my throat, I sucked in a breath, and my eyes fluttered shut as my lips parted.

Cassian moaned against my skin, his hot breath heavy as he dragged his lips down the side of my bared neck, licking, biting, teeth sinking into my skin and leaving soft whimpers tumbling from my lips. His hand slid down to my waist and slipped under my t-shirt, and I held my breath when his palm dragged up my side to cup my ribcage, his calloused skin burning against mine.

Raising his head breathlessly, Cassian crashed his lips against mine, and the flutter in my chest hitched like my breath. His hand slipped further into my hair as his lips parted mine, tongue swiping greedily into my mouth, and a whimper spilled from my throat as I clung to him, kissing back feverishly.

Cassian groaned against my lips, biting down onto the bottom one and pulling lightly, causing my insides to flutter madly. Dropping his forehead against mine, he breathed heavily, and when I forced my eyes to open, my heart leap into my throat at the sight of his, half-lidded and feverish as they dragged over my face.

Cassian's throat worked like he was suppressing the urge to swallow, then his hand slipped away from my ribcage, his fingers brushing down over my stomach.

My lips parted, and my fingers curled into his shirt as the buzz in my chest slowed to a heavy, warm thrum.

Cassian watched me through hazy hooded eyes, swollen lips parted as he absentmindedly ran his tongue over the bottom one. Then his thumb hooked into the waistband of my panties.

The bubbling feeling in my chest rose until I held my breath.

Cass shifted and his nose nudged against mine, his head dipped so far that I could feel his hot, heavy breath on my lips, could see the green flecks in his iris bleeding together, and warmth built in my chest, fluttering wildly at the feverish look in his hazy, half-lidded eyes. His lips grazed the corner of my mouth, causing the thrum between my legs to tighten. Then his finger pulled at the waistband of my panties, and dragging them down my legs, Cassian dropped down to one knee.

My eyes widened, my heart rising, and my hand flew out to hold onto the doorframe as the other shot down to bury in his hair, some part of my brain catching up with the fact that he couldn’t possibly want to –

“Open your legs.” Cassian’s deep, hoarse order mumbled against my hip sent shivers down my spine so violently, my body shook.

“I –“

One big, calloused palm slid under my knee, and I nearly lost my balance when Cass dragged it up and over his broad shoulders.

My heart leapt into my throat, my back hit the wall, and Cassian groaned, his eyes hooded as he ran his nose up the inside of my thigh before biting down softly where my leg and hip met.

“Fuck.” His raspy words sounded slurred as he squeezed his eyes shut. A muscle in his jaw worked and I felt his wide shoulders shift. Then he dipped forward with a soft sound and ran his tongue greedily through my folds.

My lips parted as pleasure raced up my stomach and my fingers dug into his hair, and Cassian gave a noise sound low in his throat that sent my back arching.

“Shit, baby, you’re perfect,”, he mumbled into my skin, his deep voice so hoarse, it slid over my skin like sandpaper. His pupils were so large, they swallowed all color of his iris as he stared up at me through hooded eyes, hazy and heavily lidded as his palms closed around my hips, and with another soft groan, Cass dove forward, running his tongue hungrily over my pussy.

My body spasmed as my head fell back against the wall and pleasure twisted through me. Cassian was moving like he was trying to map out every inch of me, tongue circling my clit before dipping lower, coaxing whimpers from my throat.

“Shit –“

Cass buried his nose in my skin and sucked my clit into his mouth, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as my fingers dug into the doorframe and shaky curses spilled from my lips. My hips rolled forward, and Cassian grunted.

“Fuck, you’re killing me.”

Diving forward, his hazy eyes on my face, he sucked, slow, hard, his warm hands sliding lower, holding me in place as he firmly ran his tongue over me.

“Oh.” My insides twisted as heat washed through me from my muddled head to tensing legs, and my lips parted, no sound leaving my throat as I grabbled to hold onto something, my pussy clenching, and Cass groaned.

“Shit, do that again.” He pressed closer and sucked harder, his hooded gaze piercing my face. The sounds bounced off the walls, causing my insides to wind tighter and my body to stutter.

“Fuck.” My fingers curled into Cassian’s hair, and he groaned, deep and hoarse, his eyes fluttering and tall body bowing into mine as he pushed me further into the wall, lapping greedily at me.

My breath caught as I clung to the doorframe, feeling a familiar tightness build in my lower stomach, twisting more taut with the second.

“Shit,”, I whimpered; Cass dove forward, licking and sucking harshly, and my eyes rolled back as without warning, the tension snapped.

My back arched as my body shook and pleasure crashed over me in a tidal wave harder than anything I had ever experienced. My eyes squeezed shut, head pressing against the wall as I cried out, feeling my insides shudder and tighten, pulsing harshly around nothing, and Cassian tightened his grip around me, his moan vibrating through me and causing my limbs to tremble.

My body shook, and I slumped against the wall, trying to catch my breath, heat washing through me, skin buzzing and insides thrumming. Then a soft, delirious giggle broke from my throat, my heart pounding against my ribs as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as the warm, bubbling feeling in my chest swelled.

Lips pressed against my hip, followed by teeth sinking softly into my skin before something warm brushed against my chest and calloused hands slid under my shirt to keep me upright.

Still breathing a little unsteadily, I forced my hazy eyes to open, and the warm thrum under my ribs grew tenfold when I found a tall body towering over me, so close our chests almost pressed together.

Cassian’s gaze was heavy-lidded and feverish, his lips swollen and parted, a dimple digging into his cheeks as he stared down at me through hazy, twinkling eyes.

My breath caught in my throat, and Cass blinked, his gaze shifting, becoming deeper, molten, hungry.

My heart rose, I swallowed, and Cass made a low, rough sound deep in his throat as his piercing gaze flickered over me face. Then he dropped his head, and I sucked in a sharp breath when his lips crashed onto mine.

My eyes fluttered, and a soft moan broke from my throat when I stretched, clinging to him as I dug my fingers into his shirt and kissed back feverishly.

Cassian’s body pressed closer, rough palms cupping my sides as he started pushing me backwards into my bedroom. Half-stumbling, half-pulling, I tugged him with me, curling my fingers into his t-shirt, the warmth and strength of his body towering over mine causing something to bubble and swell in my chest, and Cassian’s lashes fluttered against my cheek when he made a low, hoarse sound against my lips. Then he dropped his head, and his hand slid into my hair and dragged my head back.

A broken moan vibrated through my chest when he attacked my neck, kissing and sucking harshly, sinking his teeth into my throat until my lids fluttered and I fought soft whimpers.

My fingers tugged at his t-shirt desperately, pulling it up, and Cassian let off my neck just long enough to help me drag the soft fabric over his head.

Dropping it carelessly, I stretched, my lips crashing onto Cassian’s as my fingers curled into the hair at the back of his neck. My hand ran down his warm chest, and I felt his muscles shudder under my touch, causing warmth to buzz under my ribs and something to twitch low in my stomach.

Heat rose in my chest, and I broke the kiss to start trailing hungry, breathless kisses down his throat, sucking and biting gently at his pulsepoint, drunk on the taste and softness of his skin. A low moan vibrated through Cassian’s chest, the sound so deep it travelled through me as he let his head fall back, jaw flexing, and I softly bit into his collarbone, licking over the spot before pressing kisses down to his right pec, my tongue trailing over the art inked onto his skin.

Cassian made a sound somewhere between a groan and a moan, his fingers curled into my hair, and when I raised my head, thoughts hazy, he crashed his lips onto mine.

I whimpered, and Cass swallowed the sound greedily, his tongue wrestling past mine, swiping into my mouth. I inhaled sharply, my fingers digging into his warm skin, Cassian pushed closer, his large body pressing against mine, and without breaking the kiss, he leaned down and slid his calloused hands under my thighs, lifting me off my feet.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sank my teeth into his bottom lip, and Cassian's eyes fluttered as he moaned before breaking into a deep chuckle, his lips curving upwards into a wide grin against mine. His hand squeezed my ass, and feeling that bubbling feeling in my chest swell, I let the giggle in my throat break free, my fingers sliding into Cassian’s soft hair.

Beginning to walk towards my bed, Cassian dropped his head and bit into the soft skin below my ear, licking and sucking at the spot harshly, and my eyes rolled back as I clung to his large, warm body, his bare skin pressing against my thighs and the muscles in his back shifting, causing something in my chest to soar. Then Cassian let himself drop forward, and a startled squeal broke from my chest when my back hit the mattress, turning into unrestrained giggles when his huge body buried me under its weight.

Grinning into my neck, Cassian dropped his head, and something tumbled in my stomach when his gaze clashed with mine as he sank his teeth into the fabric of my t-shirt, his dark eyes hooded and heated.

“Off.” The deep, mumbled order sent shivers over my body, and I pushed myself up, quickly starting to shimmy out of the fabric, Cassian’s tattooed fingers curling into the hem, helping to tug it up my torso. His eyes seemed to grow more hazy and heavy lidded the higher the seam went, and a low grunt escaped his throat when I slipped it over my head.

Dropping his head, Cass nuzzled his nose against my collarbone, sinking his teeth softly into my skin. Then he dragged his lips lower, and my back arched, a flutter exploding in my lower stomach when he slowly circled his tongue over my nipple.

“Shit.” My fingers dug into his neck, and Cassian groaned softly, his eyes fluttering when he buried his nose in my skin, biting the soft skin of my breast before sucking it into his mouth as far as possible.

A soft shaking sound broke from my throat and trembling shivers ran through my body as my insides twisted and the bubbling feeling in my chest rose, and Cassian moaned low in his chest as he started to suck and lick my nipple greedily until my fingers dug into his nape and I arched into him with a breathless whine.

Running his nose over my skin, Cass pressed a lazy kiss against a forming bruise, then he switched sides, his calloused palm closing over my breast. I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart leaping into my throat, and Cassian watched with hazy eyes as a tattooed finger slowly circled my nipple until the pull was so tight, I squirmed, soft whimpers breaking from my throat as I pressed my head into the mattress and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Perfect,”, Cass mumbled raspily against my skin, sinking his teeth lightly into the soft skin above my breast before dragging his lips up to my neck, running his tongue teasingly over my throat. My hand shot up to grip his hair as I fought for breath, and Cassian dipped his head and kissed me, lazy and hungry, parting my lips and dragging his tongue over mine.

A shiver shook my body, I could feel Cassian's lips curve upwards, and warmth bubbled in my chest as I felt a soft, delirious giggle rise in my throat.

Cass grinned against my lips, his forearms pressing down into the mattress next to my shoulders as he shifted, his hips lodging into between my thighs, and the giggles got stuck in my throat when I felt the hard bulge in his pants press against my core.

A breathy sound escaped me as my hand shot out to dig into his back; my back bowed and my hips bucked, and Cassian groaned against my lips, his teeth sinking into the corner of my mouth. My eyes fluttered when I felt the outline of his cock, huge and what had to be painfully hard, straining against his jeans, and the rising feeling in my stomach grew unbearable.

My fingers were trembling with need as I slid my hands down over Cassian’s stomach, my chest thrumming and stomach buzzing, and I hooked my fingers into his belt, the clasp clinking when I pulled to open it. My eyes fluttered when his teeth sank into my neck, and cursing breathily, I tried to tug at his pants.

Cassian snorted a laugh into my skin, and a giggle burst from my throat as I kicked his ass with the heel of my foot.

“Stop – laughing –“

Cassian’s shoulders shook as his deep, unrestrained chuckles caused his body to vibrate, and my heart got stuck in my throat when he raised his head, dimples digging into his cheek, eyes hazy and grin wide.

“Need help?” Teasingly, he rolled his hips down, grinding his hard on against my pussy, and my back arched at the jolt of pleasure racing down my spine, a whimper breaking from my throat the same second a low groan tore from Cassian's chest, his eyes fluttering.

My heart leapt against my ribs, and an uncontrolled, breathless giggle spilled from my lips.

“Fuck you.” My breathy voice vibrated with more giggles that shook my body, my chest buzzing, drunk on alcohol and kisses and the familiar, dark scent filling my lungs, and I felt Cassian's face split into a wide grin against my neck. Then he raised his head, blown iris twinkling, and my heart leapt against my ribs when he nudged his nose against mine, lips ghosting over mine and crease digging into his cheek as he mumbled huskily: “That’s your job, baby.”

My breath caught, something twisted sharply in my stomach, and Cassian's hazy eyes pierced mine.

Swallowing softly, I reached down, touching his belt.

"Off." My voice was just a whisper, breathless and hoarse as heat built deep in my stomach, thrumming under my skin.

Cassian's gaze flashed, flaring as his heavy lids fluttered. Then he pushed himself up, his warm, solid weight disappearing from my body as he sat up. His hazy, dark eyes pierced mine, and without looking away, he started unbuckling his belt.

My lips parted softly as my gaze followed his tattooed hands like hypnotized as they undid his button, slipped into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a foil package, raising it to his mouth so his teeth could rip it open. Then they slid under the waistband, and Cassian pushed his jeans and boxers down his hips in one.

My soft inhale got stuck in my throat. Scorching heat washed over me, setting my cheeks aflame as my lips parted further and I couldn't do anything but stare, at sharp v-lines and flexing muscles as Cass slid the condom over his hard length.

My insides tightened, throbbing around nothing, and swallowing, feeling the bubbling feeling in my chest rise up into my throat, I tore my gaze away. My eyes darted up, and my breath hitched when my eyes found Cassian's, deep, heated and hazy beneath low lids as they pierced mine. Then he leaned forward, and his palms pressed into the sheets next to my sides. The mattress dipped under his weight when he pushed his pants off, his blown iris never breaking away from mine, then he moved up my body until he was hovering over me.

Staring up at him, a wild flutter rising under my ribs, I felt my breath hitch, and slowly, Cass lowered his head until his nose grazed mine.

My lips parted, and with a low, deep noise, Cassian leaned forward and crashed his lips onto mine.

My soft inhale got caught in my throat, something in my chest rose in a flutter, and with a quiet, needy sound, I stretched to slip my arms around his shoulder, my fingers curling into his hair as I inhaled sharply. Then I kissed back feverishly, and Cass groaned softly, his lips parting mine greedily, and his tongue swiped into my mouth, sliding against mine.

My body shuddered, and I arched closer as Cassian slowly lowered himself until his forearms pressed into the mattress next to my head. His chest brushed against mine, his warm, smooth skin causing shivers to travel down my body, and I felt myself push closer almost involuntarily until Cass let himself sink lower, my muscles going lax at the feeling of his warm, massive torso pressing mine heavily down onto the mattress. My thighs slowly fell apart, and Cassian shifted, his chest sliding against mine and causing my nipples to tighten. Then his tip dragged through my folds, and my heart leapt into my throat as I gasped against his lips, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Cass groaned, low and hoarse. His throat worked, jaw muscles flexing, and his heavy lids shuddered.

“If you want me to stop, you tell me.” His voice was so raspy, it sent shivers down my spine.

My fingers dug into his back when I felt his cock slide over my pussy again, and I inhaled shakingly, nodding as my eyes rolling back slightly.

Cassian's nose nudged my cheek, his low, raspy voice vibrating through me. "Look at me, baby."

Somehow, I managed to force open my heavy lids, and something twisted tight and low in my stomach when my eyes met Cassian’s, blown like he was drunk on more than alcohol, his jaw muscles flexing like he was trying to reign himself in when he made a deep noise low in his throat.

“Need you to tell me.”

The bubbling warmth in my chest rose, and I nodded again, my voice breathy when I whispered: “I’ll tell you.”

Cassian softly sank his teeth into my bottom lip, then he shifted his weight, one of his hands sliding over my thigh, his calloused palm leaving shivers in its wake as it grabbed onto my knee and dragged it higher up his side until my leg slid over his back. His nose nudged against mine, his blurred, feverish eyes piercing mine. Then he rolled his hips forward, and my lips fell apart as I felt his tip push into me and how I clenched around him.

Cassian's body shuddered, his eyes fluttered, and he dropped his head into my neck.

“Fuck.” His deep voice sounded slurred, his back muscles flexing under my hands. His jaw worked as low, broken sounds rose in his throat, and a shaking whimper tore from my lips as my body arched into him.

“I - I don't -“ I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing shakily. “This might take a while.”

Cassian’s lashes fluttered against my cheek, and a low groan broke from his throat as he nuzzled his nose against my jaw, sounding hoarse when he mumbled: “Fuck; yes.”

A soft, startled giggle broke from my throat, and Cass grinned against my skin, my insides twisting at the sight of his hooded, hazy eyes and the crooked line of his smirk. Then he dipped his head and nipped my jaw, softly biting into my neck as he rolled his hips forward, and my eyes rolled, my nails digging into his back.

♡

With a soft groan, I buried my nose in my pillow. Then I slowly blinked open one eye, feeling my nose crunch when the light sent a wave of pain through my head.

Ouch.

Whining softly and squeezing my eyes shut again, I dropped my head and buried my face in my pillow.

Urgh.

For a few seconds, I just laid completely still, feeling a steady pounding set up residence right underneath my skull. Birds chirped softly outside the window, a car passed on the street outside, and I could hear quiet clatter in another room.

My limbs felt heavy when I slowly raised my head again, making a face at the fuzzy taste on my tongue, the general queasiness and the spike of pain in my head as I squinted to take in my surroundings.

I was in my bedroom, stretched out diagonally across the mattress, clinging to my pillow. The gap in the curtains allowed warm rays of sunlight to fall onto the floor, and a cool breeze swayed the fabric. There were pieces of clothing scattered over the floor and the furniture, throw pillows dropped onto the carpet around the bed, my blanket was tangled around my bare legs, and I was wearing nothing but underwear and a too big t-shirt that smelled dark and warm and familiar.

Making a low sound in my throat, I contemplated just burying my head under the pillow and going back to sleep until my head stopped pounding and I didn’t feel like death anymore – but then the smell of something frying wafted into the room, and my stomach twisted and grumbled miserably.

Whining softly, I exhaled deeply. Then I slowly dug myself out of my blanket and slid my legs over the edge of the mattress. My whole body was aching, and wincing at the drumming pain in my head, I pushed myself to my feet, nearly moaning at the soreness of my muscles. Grimacing and tiredly rubbing my eyes, I sluggishly trudged over the carpet and pushed open the half closed door.

The smell of bacon got stronger, and running a hand over my face, I trudged through the small hall, coming to a halt in the door to the kitchen. Squinting into the sunlight, I blinked tiredly, and my heart performed a small, happy hop against my ribs at the sight of the tall guy moving around my small kitchen.

Cassian’s back shifted, muscles flexing under his bare skin as he smoothly flipped a pancake, the soft, concentrated crunch of his brows melting away when he placed the pan back on the stove. Twirling a spatula between his fingers absentmindedly, he looked around before beginning to stir what looked like scrambled eggs in another pan. The golden sunlight falling through the window made his eyes look softer and skin glow warmly, his large body dwarfing my kitchen as he moved around, and something squeezed softly in my stomach as my eyes flickered over his bare torso down to the black boxers peeking out over the waistband of his low hanging joggers.

Cass moved and threw a look over his shoulder, and our gazes met.

For a second, his gaze flickered down my body, and something shifted in his eyes when they seemed to linger on my bare legs. Then Cassian blinked and raised his eyes again, and something pulsed warmly against my ribs when one corner of his lips slowly curved upwards.

“Hey.”

His deep voice, warm and raspy, paired with the teasing twinkle spreading through his eyes sent a gentle tingle down my spine, and breathing out, I reached up to rub my eyes, crunching my nose gently as I mumbled hoarsely: “Hey.”

The scratchiness of my tired voice nearly made me wince, and Cass chuckled softly, dimples forming in his cheeks when he sent me a slow, shit-eating grin.

“You good, baby?”

Something leapt softly against my ribs at the teasing tilt of his voice, and exhaling heavily, I leaned my shoulder against the doorframe and dropped my temple against the cool wood as I stared at him tiredly, feeling my head pound. Then I raised my brows. “I definitely had too much to drink.”

A snort broke from Cassian’s throat, and the wide grin on his face caused something to topple lightly in my chest.

Breathing out, I blinked tiredly. Feeling my brows crunch softly, I stared into space as I tried to separate the blurry strands of memory in my head.

“Did you sleep here?” My hoarse voice sounded as sleepy as I felt as I blinked slowly.

Cassian raised his head, and his eyes flickered over my face.

I winced lightly, squeezing one eye shut as I sent him a crooked, sheepish smile. “I’m – sorry; I just remember that we left that – ridiculously full party last night, everything after is – blurry.”

Cassian’s gaze flickered over mine. Then he blinked, his jaw muscles shifted, and his throat worked gently like he was suppressing the urge to swallow.

Something twinged gently in my chest, and raising my head a little, I felt my brows crunch gently with worry as my eyes moved over his face.

“What?”

Cass blinked again. Then he turned his eyes away, one corner of his lips curving gently as he mumbled: “Forgot you’re a fucking lightweight.”

A soft giggle burst from my throat, and the curve of Cassian’s lips deepend just a little as he let the pancake slide onto a plate that was already filled with other, turning off the stove.

Staring at him and the shadow of a dimple in his cheek that didn’t feel fully him, I felt that soft twinge in my chest twist a little.

I blinked, then I pushed off the doorframe and trudged towards him, rubbing my eyes before sliding my arms around his waist and dropping my head against his chest with a tired, soft sound.

For nothing but a second, I thought I felt Cassian’s back muscles tense under my touch, his warm body seeming to freeze gently. But just was I was about to raise my head, a small breath left him, and I felt his shoulders sink. His hand slid up my back and his arm wrapped over my shoulder, and Cass dropped his head to bury his nose in my hair.

There was a small flutter against my ribs, and exhaling slowly, I slid my arms further around him, then I buried my face in his chest, his bare skin warm against my cheek. My eyes dropped close on their own accord, and just for a few seconds, the pounding in my head faded a little as I soaked in the solid feeling of Cassian’s body towering over mine and the warmth and scent of his skin. Then I raised my head relucantly and with a soft sigh, tiredly staring down at the pans for a second before I tipped my head back to blink up at Cass, feeling my lips curve just a bit as I squinted.

“That for me?”

Cassian’s eyes flickered over my face, and slowly, the smallest trace of a crease appeared in his cheek. Then he crunched his brows, narrowing his eyes a little even as his gaze started twinkling the tiniest bit. “You even hungry?”

My stomach tightened and rumbled, and a slow grin spread over Cassian’s face, causing his eyes to crinkle a little and small dimples to form in his cheeks and warmth to rise in my chest.

Chuckling softly, he slid his arm from my shoulder. “Sit down.”

Squeezing his sides with a tired, happy sound, I breathed out sleepily, dropping my arms from his waist and stepping back to move past him. My heart did a little skip when I saw that the small table at the window was set, glasses with orange juice next to cups and a steaming pot of coffe, another glass with water and painkillers sitting in front of the seat on the small sofa.

Something warm started bubbling in my chest, and feeling a soft smile spread over my face, I crunched my nose to barely suppress a yawn before wriggling past the table and climbing onto the couch.

Pulling the soft blanket over my bare legs and cuddling up in my seat, wrapping my arms around my knees, I tiredly blinked at the set table for a second, feeling the warm bubbling sensation under my ribs swell a little. Then I slowly pulled the glass with water towards me, ripping open one of the packages and dumping the contents into the glass. It started fizzling, turning bubbly and pale, and picking it up and making a face, I quickly chugged down its contents.

The bitter taste made me shudder and smack my lips with a grimace, quickly refilling the glass to rinse the taste out of my mouth and quench the sudden wave of thirst.

Emptying the second glass of water in one go, I barely suppressed a soft burp, and there was a quiet chuckle. Then a plate stacked with pancakes, eggs and bacon was placed in front of me, and when I raised my head, Cassian took the seat on the other side of the table, a soft dimple digging into his cheek.

The greasy smell of bacon rose into my throat, and groaning softly, I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.

“Thank you.” My voice was still raspy and tired, but the smell of food made some of the queasiness melt away, my mouth watering as I took my cutlery.

Warm silence settled over the kitchen as I started eating, feeling too sleepy and hungover for conversation. The sun tickled my nose and made Cassian’s eyes look like light hazel with flecks of green as he slow sipped his coffee, brows crunched a bit against the light. He didn’t seem in the mood for conversation either and just protested with a soft, dramatic sound when I snuck bacon off his plate, the corners of his lips curving just a little as he played with his fork, hazel eyes watching me.

Polishing off the last bit off pancake and egg, I breathed out happily, most of the queasy feeling gone as I put my cutlery down and blinked tiredly. Now, my stomach full and warm, the ache in my head dulling down to a painful thrum, I felt like curling up on the spot and napping for the next 24 hours.

Though –

Crunching my brows softly, I dropped my head, I carefully sticking my nose into the collar of my shirt and sniffling.

Wincing lightly at the stale smell of alcohol, I slowly raised my head again and blinked tiredly.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower.” Resting my elbow on the table and leaning my cheek against my hand, I sleepily stared at Cassian. Then I mumbled softly: “You okay?”

Cass blinked. His gaze slowly moved over my face, and his throat worked slightly. Then he dropped his head, the shadow of a crease forming in his cheeks when he nodded.

“Yeah.” His quiet, raspy voice sent a warm tingle down my spine as he looked up again, watching me, and I stared back at him, my lids fighting to close, the sun warming my skin.

“You sure?” My words were soft, quiet.

One corner of Cassian’s lips curved, and he leaned forward until he could rest his chin on his arms, staring up at me. “You know, showering sounds like a good idea. You’re kinda stinky.”

Warmth swelled in my chest, and without changing my position, I picked up a piece of packaging and tossed it across the table. A soft giggle burst from my throat when it hit Cassian’s forehead, and Cass crunched his brows and whined softly, dimples digging into his cheeks and eyes twinkling softly in the light.

Feeling happiness bubble gently against my ribs, I stared at him with a tired, crooked smile. Then I got up slowly with a sigh, grumbling dramatically under my breath as I climbed off the couch.

Cass straightened, throwing the piece of paper onto his plate, and sluggishly squeezing past the table, I leaned down and wrapped my arms around his neck from the side in a tight hug, leaning my chin against his head and closing my eyes tiredly.

Cassian’s hand rose to wrap around my forearm, his thumb slowly brushing over my skin, and feeling warmth rise in my chest, I dropped my nose to bury it in his hair. Then I pressed a long, dramatic kiss onto his temple and slowly straightened up again, squeezing his shoulder. Cass looked back at me, his palm wrapping over my hand for a moment, and sending him a soft, crooked grin, I gently flicked his forehead. Then I turned around, sighing tiredly and rubbing my eyes.

Taking a detour to the bedroom to get fresh clothes, I trudged into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The warmth of the sun and my full belly made me feel even more tired than before, and I barely managed to keep my eyes open as I stripped out of my clothes, dropping them carelessly to the floor before stepping into the shower and turning on the water.

My lids slid shut, and I allowed them to as I slowly scrubbed myself clean, letting hot water run over my face and down my back. The steady sound nearly made me doze off on my feet, and somehow pulling myself together, I turned off the water and stepped out onto the small matt, reaching for my towel.

Wrapping myself up, I stayed motionless in the same spot for a second with half closed eyes, dripping quietly, listening to the sound of a bee buzzing against the window.

A light knock against the door made me startle, and Cassian’s low, deep voice travelled through the door.

“Hey, you still awake?”

I blinked slowly. Then I mumbled, softly and hoarsely: “Fuck off.”

There was a muffled chuckle that sent a warm tingle down my spine, and I could almost see the way Cassian leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, dipping his head towards the door with a light grin.

“I used up the rest of your groceries, your fridge’s a fucking wasteland now; I’ll go down to the store and get you some shit for the weekend.” His deep voice vibrated over my skin even muffled by the door. “You want anything special or just the usual?”

Breathing out, I leaned my hip against the counter and blinked tiredly, my voice still rasping a little when I mumbled: “You staying?”

Cass was quiet for nothing but a second. Then his warm, raspy voice echoed softly through the door.

“Yeah.” The hum of his low, deep voice sent warm shivers over my skin when he added: “If you want me to.”

“Duh”, I muttered tiredly, my voice sounding a little less scratchy when I crunched my brows. “You always do. It’s tradition now.”

Cass huffed a deep laugh, and I felt my lips curve as I blinked slowly, my eyelids drooping. “Just get the usual. If I don’t feel like death tonight, I’ll make pasta, so – you just pick whatever you want for a sauce, and – get snacks. Lots of ‘em.”

Cassian chuckled, and warmth bubbled gently against my ribs. “Got it.” He lightly rapped his knuckles against the door. “Don’t fall asleep until I’m back, okay?”

I felt a slow, wide smile spread over my face.

“No promises,”, I mumbled with half-closed eyes, and Cass breathed another low laugh, then he pushed off the doorframe, the floor creaking. Warmth gently fluttered against my ribs, and breathing out, I slowly pushed myself off the counter as the front door fell shut.

Somehow, I managed to dry off and get myself into my underwear and a soft bra, even after giving up the fight against my heavy eyelids. Then I blindly grabbed my bodylotion from the shelf and forced my eyes to open dramatically as I turned around.

Just this and brushing my teeth and maybe sorting my hair and then I could go back to be-

My gaze found the mirror over the sink, and my breath caught in my throat.

The bottle of bodylotion slipped from my fingers and hit the tiled floor, and my lips parted as I stared at mirror and the dark bruises littering my chest, ribs and the side of my neck.

My heart thrummed once against my ribs, and memories crashed over me like a tidal wave.

Of heated, messy kisses and large hands wrapping around my limbs, turning and sliding my body into positions that had made my back arch, of lips dragging over my skin and teeth softly sinking into my ribs, of sweaty skin sliding together, my eyes rolling back into my head and a warm, massive body hovering over mine, husky curses rasped into my skin and fingers tangling with mine in the sheets.

Shit.

I stared into the mirror as my cheeks paled and my chest squeezed.

Shit, shit, shit.

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[burntb4bydoll]

If your comfortable with it Could you please write overstimulation with Bill & Tom like reader is a fan and they both liked her and they decided that the one who eats her out the best gets to fuck her (but they just start overstimulating her Couse she tastes addicting) with hair pulling and all that (you can't tell me they never fought over a girl at least a little)

I absolutely love this idea thank you for the request! They literally both had their first kiss with the same girl so I agree

Bill and Tom Kaulitz x Reader

Summery: The twins both want you to themselves but why not have both😇

Warnings: hair pulling, overstimulation, light choking, oral (fem receiving), threesome ish? Idk don’t worry the twins aren’t touching each other or nothing😭

You barely remember how you ended up here. One second you were meeting your favorite band and now your making out with two of the members? You are currently living every girls wet dream. Your train of thought was broken when Tom pulled your face away from Bills.

“Hey, you need to share her Bill. Im sure she wants me more anyways.” Tom smirks, holding your face with one of his hands. Bill rolled his eyes and lightly pushes Toms shoulder.

“Yeah? Well look how flustered she is from kissing me. Im pretty sure she wants both of us so calm down” They were talking about you like you weren’t even there. You huffed, missing their lips on yours. “Aww its ok, Ill give you my attention honey.” Bill coos at you, flashing his beautiful smile at you. But before he could kiss you again, Tom pulls you into him and smashes his lips onto yours. You gasped at the roughness of the boy, which made him smirk into the kiss. He pulls away slowly and tilts your head up to look up at him.

“You want me to touch you baby?” You shake your head quickly leaning closer to him. Bill comes up behind you and starts leaving hot kisses anywhere he can reach. You tip your head back to lay your head against his chest.

“Tom, we need to take turns with her.” Tom sighs and looks at Bill.

“Hmm ok, I wanna go first though” Bill nodded and pulled you towards the hotel bed. Bill sat on the bed and yanked your body so that your back was touching his chest. Tom sits in front of you and starts pulling your pants down. “Is this ok?” You nod at him, which makes him stop his movements “use your words baby, cmon.”

“Yeah its ok Tom” you tell him shakily. Bill plays with your hair to calm you down. Tom finally gets your pants off and immediately rip your underwear off of you. You gasp, he seriously just ripped some of the cutest underwear you owned.

“Don’t worry, we’ll buy you some more.” Bill laughs, making your body bounce against him slightly. You can feel Toms breath against you and you buck your hips up, hoping he gets the hint. He chuckles a bit before looking you in the eyes and attaching his mouth onto you. Both of you moan at the contact. Tom grabs your thighs and pulls you closer, needing to taste more of you. You can feel him groaning into you, sending shocks through your body. You reached up and hold onto Bills arms that we’re holding you in place.

“Fuck, she tastes so damn good.” Tom groans while still using his tongue to fuck you. You whine and grind onto his pretty face. You couldn’t stop yourself from finishing on his mouth. He continued working his mouth on you for a while until Bill stopped him.

“Ok let me have a turn now.” Bill said, shoving Toms head away from you. Tom rolled his eyes and moves to sit behind you like Bill was doing before. He pulls you into his chest and lets his hand rest on your throat. Bill wastes no time, immediately lowering his head between your legs. You whine, already feeling sensitive from Toms mouth. Bill sighs happily and closes his eyes once he tastes you.

“Ah! Bill please- give me a minute I just-“ you were cut off when Tom squeezed your throat and tilted your head up.

“Let him play with you baby, doesn’t he deserve a turn?” He mocked you. You could feel Bill lightly giggling against you. He sped up his movements and dug his nails into your hips. You moved your hips, trying to escape his assault on your clit, but Bill yanked you back and pushed his fingers into you. This made you see stars and you whimpered loudly. Bill can feel you squeezing around his fingers and curls them up to make you cum faster. Once you cum, your left with shaking legs and you chest burns from trying to catch your breath.

“Oh sweet girl, just wait till we fuck you.” Bill smirks. Oh this was about to be a long night.

PART 2

[cooliofango]

pocket princess!! if you feel up to it could you pls write something fluffy with price x reader x soap. id love to see something lighthearted with price handling his loves <3!!

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Pairing: Price x Reader x Soap

Word Count: 727

Synopsis: A soft shared moment of peace between the three loved ones on a snowy night 🫶

A/N: Absolutely crying cause I couldn’t think of how to make this one longer 😭😭😭. I hated how long this was taking tho so I did my best, I hope you like it! I will continue to work on your Gaz ask and make it longer I promise 👀

Cw: None! It’s fluffy content between Bun’s favorite boys 🫶

Winter is always one of your favorite seasons. It definitely isn’t because of the snow. You hate having to constantly uncover the white flakes of frozen water from your car and pray that the doors aren’t frozen shut. It isn’t necessarily because of the holidays, even if they are always fun to celebrate with loved ones. It’s not even about the peppermint lattes you love to get on the way to work every morning when it’s being sold at your local cafe. Winter is your favorite season because of the moment you currently find yourself in.

The dim light of the television was the only thing illuminating your shared bedroom. The chatter of the late night show was quiet, just although loud to hear the men gossip about the actor’s movie and their experience on set. “It’s all rubbish, the reviews he’s speakin’ of..” You hear John lazily mumble against the right side of your collarbone, “The movie wasn’t any good.” The brit is against your side with an arm wrapped snugly just under your chest. His head rests on your shoulder, nearly falling asleep on you as the season’s early nights took its toll. The neatly trimmed mutton chops tickle your skin as he settles further against you. It’s a warm weight against you that you’ve grown familiar with, as well as come to love.

“Didn’t know ye watch cheesy rom coms, captain.” The Scottish accent of your other boyfriend fills your senses from your left and you turn to look at him with the same amused smile he’s wearing. Johnny’s eyes are closed, more in a half conscious state than John is. His head rests lower on your body, more against your chest than your collarbone, with an arm around your stomach, leaving you sandwiched in between the two men you loved so dearly. In addition, one of his legs is also laced with yours.

“Occasionally..” John mutters after a moment’s silence, earning a quiet chuckle from the scot.

The lighthearted banter between the two of them was always endearing to you, filling you with more warmth than the heat the two bodies around you did. It was more than welcome with how cold it’s been lately. You take a glance out the window on the left wall of the room, watching as large snowflakes fall down continuously. The hand on John’s shoulder absentmindedly toys with the hem of his sleeve while the other traces gentle patterns onto Johnny’s back.

These moments are scarce, but you cherish them with every fiber of your being. It’s not everyday you get to enjoy the peace and quiet. The worries that plagued your mind everytime the two went out for work are non-existent, even if it's temporarily. It is as if the dangers and horrors of the real world just aren’t there anymore and it was just the three of you.

A heavy sigh of content left Johnny and you could feel his weight against you become heavier as he relaxed. John places a soft kiss against your warm skin. You smiled lovingly at the feeling, tilting your head to rest against the top of his.

A yawn slips past your lips and John smiles against your collarbone at the sound, reaching behind him to pluck the remote from the bedside table. His movements are slow and careful, not wanting to jostle the two of you too much and disturb the peace that’s made its way into the atmosphere. “Get some sleep, sweetheart,” John whispered to you. He hit the power button, sending the room into total darkness before setting the remote back onto the table. His weight shifts back onto you, easily snuggling back into the spot against you. The blanket is pulled back over you before his arm returns back across your torso.

“You, too. G’Night, Johnny,” John said this with a gentle tap to Johnny’s nose with his knuckle. The scot simply huffs, already in the process of dozing off against you.

The room grows silent now, save for the collective breaths of relaxation being shared between the three of you. Your head falls to lean against the pillow under it, eyes falling shut. The warmth of the two men’s physical presence and love helps you to settle in a blanket of comfort. It works wonders lulling you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

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[southparkhcsocs]

hello! could you do stan, kenny, kyle, and cartman with your oc's at an amusement park! i can imagine cartman pretending to not be scared of a big rollercoaster, but when getting on the ride he would have a panic attack 😭 i love your drawings btw, so if you could add the drawings with the hcs that would be awesome! thank you!

This headcanon was written by the looovely @princessconsuela120 !!

Stan Marsh

Stan is scared and hides in your shirt but always goes on rides, throws up every time

Throws up after every ride.

I mean come on this is Stan we’re talking about. Loves going at night time.

Is afraid of heights, but always does the Ferris wheel.

His fav ride is def the tilt a whirl, even though he always throws up without fail.

Hides his head in your shoulder during roller coaster rides

“I’m never going on that thing again.” “We both know you’re lying, now let’s go on the log flume!”

Is always screaming in pictures. Buys every single picture by accident every time without fail.

Even the pictures of other people, he just doesn’t know how to purchase them.

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle loves big rides, has no idea they’re even scary, is like why are you scared.

Adrenaline junkie

Absolutely loves rollercoasters, especially the ones that go upside down.

Is unfazed by every ride.

You always try to find him a ride that’ll scare him but you always end up scared.

Half the time you’re holding his things like a mom while he’s on a terrifying ride you don’t wanna go on.

“Come on it’ll be fun!” “You hang upside down the whole time! That’s not fun that’s death!!!”

Lectures you about how unhealthy fair/amusement park food is.

Let’s you sit on his shoulders to watch the sunset by the beach (if there’s not a beach then be creative)

Kenny McCormick

Kenny is terrified x for obvious reasons, he buys carnival food the whole time.

Absolutely despises rides (afraid he’ll be killed)

Tries to get you to go on all the kiddie rides with him instead (somehow still dies)

Is OBSESSED with funnel cake, no one can change my mind.

Will literally sit and eat funnel cake and cotton candy while everyone’s on rides and somehow not throw up.

The train ride is lowkey his favorite.

“It’s a train!” “It’s a children’s ride!” “Train’s are for everyone y/n!”

Swings your hands around the whole time he walks around the park.

You guys get the unlimited ride wrist bands even though he barely goes on rides.

Eric Cartman

Cartman pretends but is freaking out on rides but after pretends they were easy.

Easily terrified of every ride.

Pretends to be super cool and okay with every ride he goes on.

Always freaks out mid air.

“What if the coaster falls off track! We could die! Oh my god here comes the drop! I’m never doing this again!”

Does it again.

He always picks the scariest rides to prove himself.

Always had some form of carnival food in his hands.

Somehow eats three things of cotton candy without puking.

The carousel is his favorite but he’d never tell.

[majoryeager104]

i need teen touya bringing home his so pleaseeee and like meeting his parents and sibilings and how would he act aaaargh

omgggg i love this 😭🙏

Teen Touya x gn!reader hc’s plus a bit of a blurb at the end

warnings: language

Touya introducing you to the todofam?

They either already know you

And he’s just bragging that he pulled you (💅💅💅)

Or they have absolutely no idea who you are

And everyone is shocked 

Except Natsuo

Because Touyas been yapping on about you for ages

And Natsu is basically his therapist atp

So he just pats Touya on the back

Like “finally”

Fuyumi would be ELATED. 

Her big brother finally sharing a close bond with someone who isn’t his siblings or his teddy bear? Score

She’s so proud

Shoto on the other hand would just be like 🧍

“Ok” *shrugs and leaves*

But he’s lowkey happy for his big brother

Lowkey

He’d most definitely take you to see Rei in person 

And Rei would be almost on the brink of tears

Just glad her bby is healing yk 😭

She definitely invites you to visit whenever you want to

Bc you talk to her for five minutes and boom she adores you already

Future in-law ong 😭🙏

She’s planning your wedding mentally

But moving on before I start simping for Rei

Touya would never

And I mean NEVER

Let Enji meet you. 

He can invite you to family dinners all he wants

He keeps you as separated from his family drama as he possibly can

Which means Enji probably has no clue that you two even know each other. 

Till he walks in with you

To which Enji acts unsurprised 

But is secretly like confused as hell cos like “I didn’t even know he had friends ☝️💀”

Buuut

If the two of you knew each other previously 

And you knew about his family issues long beforehand

And he brings you home

NO ONE WILL BE SHOCKED. 

THEY ALL HAVE NATSUOS REACTION

EVEN SHOTO

“Fucking finally!” Natsuo shoved Touyas shoulder playfully, grinning ear to ear “aww! So it’s official now?” Fuyumi fawned, giggling as she hugged you in greeting. “Does this mean you’ll stop threatening me when I catch you guys kissing-” Shoto tilted his head, everyone turning to look at Touya, who’d placed a firm hand over his youngest brothers mouth, a shocked and embarrassed expression painting his face. “You gotta be kidding me dude” Touya sighed, standing straight while you giggled. “Sorry” Shoto said, his voice muffled by Touyas hand. Touya stepped back, releasing Shoto as you and Fuyumi giggled behind him “‘s not funny” “it totally is” you grinned, Natsuo joining in on the laughter

(Vs they don’t know you)

“Fucking finally!” Natsuo grinned, putting his hands on his hips. Fuyumi gasped behind him. “A PARTNER? SINCE WHEN?” She shuffled over to you, the chatting beginning as Touya sneered slightly at Natsuo, who looked awfully pleased with himself. Meanwhile, Enji was sat nearby, a monotonous expression on his face as he watched the scene, saying nothing. Shoto looked up from his book, waving at you, before returning to his chapter. “Yeah, yeah, quit with the chatting, dinners ready!” Natsuo said, after returning from checking the food on the stove, still grinning at Touya. “You know if you wanna keep actin weird we can just leave!” Touya said, irritated by their sudden elated chatting, as he faced a response of laughter from his siblings, and even you, his empty threat clearly seen for what it was. 

(Natsuos reaction to both being “fucking finally!” Had to be my favorite thing tbh)

(Was listening to this while I wrote so 🎀🎀🎀)

Banner Creds to @ ebeniizo 🙌🙌🙌

[necroflaww]

⠀𝅄⠀ㅤׂ Ghost Papa Headcanons (Dating)!

A/N: Doing something a bit different than my usual. The month of October is all spooky month so I'll be doing maybe a "Kinktober" thing for different slashers/horror icons. Before then, I want to test some stuff in my other fandoms. I am a massive Ghost fan, have been for five years now. My favorite album is Meliora ;). Anyways, I decided to dust off my writing skills for literally the thing I have a whole corner of merch dedicated to! If this goes good, I'll do more Ghost stuff!

Themes: Fluff/NSFW/Some dark topics

Dividers credits!: @/gothdaddyissues

⛧ 𓂃 Primo!:

SFW:

⸸ I do believe Primo can be a sweetheart to his partners. His partner is his number one priority, even above the Ministry. He'd do anything to make sure that his beloved is safe and happy.

⸸ Late night cuddle sessions. He's an old fella, don't expect him to be jumping your bones every night. Some nights are just cuddling in bed together, basking in each other's warmth as Primo would read.

⸸ Acts of service. From making sure you have food, running you hot baths together, or a nice date night where he gets wine and helps clean with you as you two listen to music. Primo loves doing things for you.

⸸ His favorite places to kiss is probably your forehead and your cheek. Primo would often just tilt your head up with a finger to be able to grab a quick smooch from his beloved.

NSFW:

⸸ Since Primo is of course older, don't expect him to always want to have sex when you want or for him to have much stamina. Most nights, you'd need to run a hot bath for him to help with his aches. Aftercare is as important to him as it is for you.

⸸ Riding. Primo likes it when you ride him, being able to cup your chest and watched you ride yourself stupid on his cock. It gets him harder to be able to see you cum around him, your slick covering his lower stomach. Sometimes it even makes him just a tad bit harder.

⸸ Primo definitely knows what the hell he is doing. He knows all of the gooey spots in you to make you melt into his hands like a puddle of nerves. He's amazing with his fingers, always making sure you're wet and stretched enough to take him. Primo would rub so tenderly against those sweet spots that it would have you screaming like a whore for everyone in the Ministry to hear.

⸸ Praising you is a big favorite, letting his little love know how good they are. He makes sure to get right up in your ear with it too, to make sure you hear all of those filthy praises he has to say. He loves the way you would clench around his cock with each sweet word.

⛧ 𓂃 Secondo!:

SFW:

⸸ To start off with, Secondo is obviously a lover that makes sure his partner is completely satisfied no matter what. If you don't like an outfit you have to wear, he'll sit with you and help you pick an outfit. He'll make sure to make it known that you're absolutely stunning no matter what you wear.

⸸ Secondo would show you off. Dragging you in stage, making sure you're in photos with him, bragging about you. You're his treasure, his muse. He'll make sure it is known that you belong to him and that he belongs to you.

⸸ This one might be a little, just a tad bit controversial. I think Secondo might be a little like Nihil with Imperator. He would cheat, maybe once, then feel absolutely horrible about it when he realized how horribly it ruined you. It takes awhile to trust him again, but he will try in every way to make it up to you, going as far to make sure you're comfortable and calling when he's on tours.

⸸ A silly one to make up for the last one 😭. Secondo would have little to no discomfort with you. He gets a little to comfortable sometimes. Secondo would parade around his quarters ass naked as he got ready for Rituals.

NSFW:

⸸ I'm going to be honest, he's a a freak, absolutely down bad. The first thing he does after Rituals to calm down is bury his head between your legs and eat you out with his face paints still on. The bigger the mess, the harder he gets. He would grind against the bed until he cums during this. By the end of it, half of his makeup is on your thighs.

⸸ Secondo also likes using his hands, literally anything to please you. As I said in the SFW stuff, he will make sure you're completely satisfied. For the fem readers, two of his fingers would be knuckle deep in your slick and his pinky in your ass. Male readers, one hand would be making sure to be pumping the cum out of your cock and two fingers snug in your ass. He has to be touching, having his fingers in you.

⸸ Secondo loves anal. From using his tongue, fingers, cock, he loves your ass. That being said, doggy and reverse cowgirl is his favorite position. It drives Secondo near feral to be able to see the bounce of your ass when he fucks you. By the end of it all, your ass would be bright red and bruised.

⸸ Don't test him. Secondo is definitely a dominant man and he'll use pain to his advantage. If you brat a little too close to the sun, you'll be bent over his knee in know time with his leather gloved hand smacking roughly against your ass. He of course makes sure you're okay, making sure you're using a safe word for if it hurts too much.

⛧ 𓂃 Terzo!:

SFW:

⸸ Opposed to what many people think of Terzo, him being a horny, sassy man, I think Terzo is more of a recluse. His on stage persona is completely different compared to how he is with you. Terzo would rather spend evenings with you, drinking wine and watching Real Housewives.

⸸ Terzo has more of a taste for fashion than his brothers. He loves to match with you, hell, he even had matching outfits made for you two just because. He always is honest and trying his best to look good for you, making sure you stay up to date with trends.

⸸ Taking care of Terzo in return makes his heart melt. Even though Terzo has a huge stage presence, he usually gets increasingly anxious the closer Rituals get. It usually eats at him that he'll never be good enough, not good enough for Nihil. You have to remind him that he's a man carrying the whole Ministry on his shoulders and he's not alone. So to calm him down before shows, sitting and helping him do his makeup is usually the cure for his anxiety.

NSFW:

⸸ Terzo loves to mark you up. He can tend to get a bit possessive over you, so leaving bites in a place that's visible is one of his favorites. Terzo would bite your chest, between your thighs, about anywhere. Not hard of course, unless you ask for it.

⸸ Eating you out is a big yes. Terzo would get off by just lapping at you, sucking at your slick and spreading it more with his tongue. He'd rather be between your thighs, having them over his shoulders as he's buried nose deep against you.

⸸ A weird one, despite Terzo liking to have a clean appearance, making sure he smells nice and looks groomed. Your natural scents get him off. Your scent is enough to immediately get him rock hard, precum dripping onto the bed.

⸸ Terzo has a higher libido. Have fun dealing with that. Sometimes he would ache so god damn bad for you that sometimes he'd pull you into the nearest empty room just to fuck you. He would bend you over a desk, holding you by your waist to make sure you don't move too much as he would thrust into you.

⛧ 𓂃 Copia!:

SFW:

⸸ Copia is a big baby. That's all. If he gets hurt, it's straight to you. If you stray too far, Copia gets anxious. He likes having you, it's a safe blanket for himself. Being near you is just enough to make him so, so happy.

⸸ Copia's love language is definitely touch. Touching you always is a big yes. He'll always have a hand around you hip, on your thigh, holding your hands, anywhere on you. Sometimes if he's not sure if touching you intimately is appropriate, he'll just rest a hand on your shoulder or head.

⸸ Date nights are a must. Copia is more of an inside guy for sure. His nights are spent in sweatpants and on a couch playing video games with you. You sometimes have to go easy with him in video games because if he continually loses, he gets grumpy.

⸸ Copia's pet rats are his babies and as long you're with him, they're your babies too. Do not call them "ugly" or "filthy", most relationships are a deal breaker if you call his rats anything besides babies.

NSFW:

⸸ Another, maybe, slightly controversial one (not really.) I think Copia is a smoker, mostly because of Chapter 12 on YouTube (https://youtu.be/NJx--9-mQis?si=LyJ0tstNC6U9UekQ). Copia sometimes would smoke during sex, especially if you're just being a cock warmer for him. The warmth of the cigarette would near your face as Copia would mumbled sweet nothings as you sit pretty on his cock, letting it fill you to the brim.

⸸ Copia is self conscious of his body. He has a nice dad bod going on for him. He would sometimes only would have sex with you with clothes halfway on due to his insecurities. Copia's cock is a nice chub, on the shorter end, but thick and slightly curved. It just manages to hit you in all the right spots and sometimes your moans brings him a big ego boost that he's enough. Another silly thing, he's definitely has accidentally left his socks on during sex before.

⸸ Cumming on your face is probably one of the prettiest things to him, next to you of course. Copia does enjoy the warmth of milking his cum into you, but being able to cum on your face, chest, tummy, ass, or thighs is close to first for him. Copia would pull out despite your protests, pumping his cock in front of your face while you sit with your tongue out like an eager pup until he releases on you.

⸸ Copia is a switch, depending on how he feels that day is depending on how he is in bed. If dominant, expect gentle sex with loads of praises and soft kisses. Missionary or mating press is probably his favorite positions, to be able to kiss you or see your face as his cock grazes up against all of your favorite places. If submissive, expect tons of whinpering. Copia is a beggar, he would hold your love handles in a death grip, begging you to keep riding him (or fucking him) until he cums. He isn't usually a brat, Copia loves to be a good boy.

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ “𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭!” “𝐬𝐡𝐡..”

MDNI | a.arlert x fem!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: poor, shy armin doesn’t know what to do with your hands all over him. he knows it’s wrong, especially when you’re dating his best friend.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: shy, inexperienced armin (woah, switching it up for once), soft dom reader, reader is cheating (again.. oopsie. i don’t condone cheating), creampie, fingering, oral (male & female), petnames, praise kink (if you really squint), possible titanic spoilers?? (let me know if i missed anything!)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: ahhh, my first request!! i hope this is what you wanted. i kept the cheating the same because i didn’t know what all you wanted to be similar to the other story 😭 - i proofed this thing once then added stuff and then didn’t reproof.. so i hope the stuff i added makes sense. anyways, enough rambling, enjoy! <3

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“armin! come in.” stepping aside, you allowed the shy, blond boy to enter your apartment that you currently shared with your boyfriend. “oh! thank you.” his voice was quiet, as it normally was when he was around you. he stepped inside, gently kicking off his shoes and setting them neatly next to yours.

closing the door, you made sure to lock it, checking the peephole before spinning on your heels. “how are you?” taking a few steps, you embraced your friend lovingly. his cheeks became a bright red as he quickly hugged you back. “oh uhm, i-i’m really good!” he stammered out, the tips of his ears bright pink. “how about yourself..?”

you could only smile as you pulled away from him. “i’m doing great, min.” your eyes seemed to sparkle as you gazed upon the innocent thing standing in front of you. armin looked back, absolutely enthralled by your beauty. he could stare at you for hours..

“so what movie did you want to watch?” your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he shook his head. you watched as he sheepishly smiled, his hands fiddling with each other. “well, i-i don’t know. maybe.. maybe the titanic?” he stammered. armin was a nerd, but you knew that and you didn’t mind. “okay! the titanic it is.”

the movie had started playing, yours and armin’s eyes glued to the screen. jack had just won the tickets in a wild game of poker when you slipped your hand into armin’s. his eyes widened and you felt him stiffen slightly. he never pulled away, but you could tell he was nervous.

as the movie continued, you slowly inched closer and closer to him. it wasn’t long before your head was on his shoulder. his stiff posture had relaxed slightly, but you could tell was still on edge. “just relax, m’kay?” you tilted your head up, whispering softly in his ear. he cleared his throat, his voice breaking as he spoke. “i-i am relaxed..”

a small giggle escaped you. “no you’re not. you’re tense. just relax and watch the movie, we’re almost to my favorite part..” at your words, the blond seemed to find himself relaxing a little more. maybe he was a little tense, but it wasn’t all his fault. how could he not be tense when his best friend’s girlfriend was currently cuddled up next to him?

the long movie continued to play, the scenes dancing across the screen. throughout the course of the movie, you had shifted so your leg was thrown across armin’s thighs and your arms were wrapped around his torso. his arm was around you, holding you close as you cuddled him. your head was resting on his chest, sighing softly.

as the car scene came on, you felt armin slowly shifted beside you. a smirk appeared on your face. “you okay min?” you hummed softly, knowing exactly what was wrong with him.

clearing his throat, he nodded. “yeah, yeah, uhm- i’m fine..” you could feel him shift his weight yet again. moving your hand from his torso, you started trailing it down to armin’s thigh, your eyes looking up at him innocently. “are you sure? you seem awfully tense..” moving your hand back up, you slowly started palming his already semi-hard cock. “you’re hard..” you teased, watching him become flustered underneath your touch.

you touch sent shivers down his spine, but he knew that he shouldn’t do this. that he couldn’t do this. “w-wait! y-you’re dating my best friend! w-we shouldn’t.. we can’t do this..” armin whisper-shouted. his cheeks were flushed and he was getting more and more riled up with each passing second.

“oh, don’t worry about him. he’s out of town for a few days anyway. just focus on me instead, ‘kay pretty boy?” you slowly climbed into his lap, slipping your arms around his neck. as you straddled him, armin swallowed, his dick straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. “a-are you..”

you silenced him with a kiss, the poor blond shaking underneath you. he had never done anything like this before. he was a virgin in every single way. the poor thing had hardly ever touched himself before. he didn’t even know what it was like to cum properly.

he hesitantly kissed you back, which made you pull away. his pretty blue eyes were wide as he looked at you helplessly. “do you want me to guide you through this?” he eagerly nodded, his earlier thoughts about you cheating on his best friend forgotten. truth be told, armin had always liked you. when you started dating his best friend, his heart broke, but he always pushed those feelings away. he was supportive, no matter how much it killed him.

“alright, i’ll guide you. put your hands,” you took his hand and placed them on your waist. “here.” he nodded, his breath hitching. he was.. he was touching your hips! he was getting all shy and flustered, which you found adorable.

“that’s a good boy. now, when i kiss you, kiss me back. like you mean it. like you want it.” he nodded quickly, making you smile. “atta boy.” pressing your lips to his, he kissed you back fervently, like he’d never get to kiss you again. his passion was both amusing and endearing. your boyfriend never kissed you like this anymore..

he involuntarily squeezed your hips, feeling your skin give underneath his fingertips. you squealed, pulling away. “o-oh! i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to- i’m so-“ armin immediately started blabbing out apologies, so afraid that he’d done something wrong. you couldn’t help but start laughing at armin’s quick apologies. he looked back at you, confused at why you were laughing. what was so funny? “baby.. it’s okay. you just startled me. but it’s alright, you can get handsy with me.” you flirted, winking at the blond.

this only sent him into a more flustered state. “i-i..” his cheeks were bright pink and his breathing was somewhat labored. “let’s take this to my bed. it’ll be a lot comfier.” he just nodded, allowing you to climb off of him and take his hand. you led him towards your bedroom, squeezing his hand as you walked.

the minute the door shut behind you two, you were all over him. your hands explored his body, making him whimper and whine. he was just so cute. when you slipped your fingers underneath his shirt, he pulled away. “w-wait-“ you kept your hands were they were and looked at him, waiting for him to speak. “i’ve never.. i’ve never done this before. i don’t want to..” he trailed off, swallowing. “i don’t want to disappoint you.” his baby blue eyes filled with tears, which broke your heart.

“oh minnie..” moving your hands from under his shirt, you wiped the fat tears rolling down his cheeks. “you won’t disappoint me. you’ll do so good for me, i promise. let me guide you, m’kay? just listen to everything i say.” he sniffled and nodded, which made you smile. he was such a good, obedient boy.

resuming your previous motions, you gently tugged his shirt over his head and off. despite his smaller, lean frame, he had a nice build that had you drooling slightly. “uhm..” armin’s voice had you coming back to reality. “sorry, sorry,” you shook your head before meeting his eyes. “do you want to take my shirt off?” you asked him. his face was on fire as he slowly nodded. he slowly moved his hands underneath your shirt, pulling it over your head and discarding it next to his.

“woah..” he gasped. his blue eyes scanned your body. you were only half-naked but he was still enthralled by you and your beauty. “you’re.. you’re gorgeous..” now it was your turn to blush. your boyfriend didn’t compliment you like this. your boyfriend didn’t make you feel like armin did..

it wasn’t long before you found yourself kissing armin again. pushing against him, you slowly backed him towards your bed, his knees bending as he hit it. he sat down, you standing between his legs. “i’ll make you feel good, don’t worry.” you whispered. your hands moved down to his sweatpants, gently toying with the waistband. “are you okay with this? i’m not going to do something you don’t want to do, alright? say the word and i’ll stop.”

he shook his head, whining a little. “please, i-i want it..” you smiled before telling him to lift his hips. doing as he was instructed, you pulled his boxers and underwear down. he let out a soft sigh, the feeling of his sensitive cock being freed from his pants sending a slight shiver down his spine. you finished pulling his pants off, throwing them somewhere in the room.

your eyes flittered up to his cock. it wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t too small either. he was also thick. “got such a pretty cock, baby..” you cooed, which made him cover his face with his hands. “d-don’t say things like that!” he whined. “hey, move your hands. i want to see you.” you demanded sternly. he did as he was told, allowing you to see his bright red face. “good boy.”

moving your hand, you slowly started stroking him, making him cry out. “oh god!” you laughed, realizing just how inexperienced this innocent little thing was. oh, you’d have fun corrupting him.

“that feel good?” you asked, knowing exactly how he’d answer. “s-so good. yeah, feels good..” he babbled. you sped up your pace, wanting to see how it would affect him. “wait! wait, wait, wait!” he cried. before you could even react, a few ropes of cum shot out and covered your hand. he whimpered helplessly, your eyes widening.

“i’m so sorry. that’s so e-embarrassing.. i’m so sorry..” he seemed so defeated. “nono, armin. hey, it’s okay.” he shook his head, not believing your words. “it was only a few strokes and i.. y-y’know.. came..” his tone seemed sad, which only made your heart ache. “hey, hey. it’s okay. you’ve just never been touched before. it’s natural. don’t feel bad.” you reassured him. he looked up at you, nodding a little.

he blinked, his wide eyes filling with tears. why was he crying? he was mentally scolding himself, but you only used your other hand to wipe his tears once again. “don’t cry, lovely. it’s quite alright, really.” before he knew what you were doing, you had dropped to your knees. your lips had wrapped around his tip and was gently sucking on it. “oh my god.. oh my god.. oh my g-god!” he cried out, his body shaking.

you smirked, continuing what you were doing. “holy shit..” he gasped. you slowly took more and more of him into your mouth, a small gag escaping you. “oh, nono, don’t hurt yourself..” his voice was weak, his legs trembling ever so slightly. “hey..” he wanted to pull you off, but your warm mouth just felt so good around him. his fingers found your hair and he gently ran them through your soft locks. “oh hell. you’re.. you’re making me feel so good, angel..” his breathy whimper was like music to your ears.

his head was tossed back as his grip on your hair tightened. “yeah.. yeah!” he cried. he was vocal, but you didn’t mind. truthfully, you liked it. it was encouraging to hear his angelic voice crying out for you.

“oh god.. if you keep doing that i’m gonna.. i’m gonna cum again.” he gasped, gently tugging on your hair. you hummed softly, the feeling sending him over the edge. “fuck!” he squeaked, his eyes rolling back. his creamy seed filled your mouth and you did your best to swallow it all. pulling off with a pop, you looked at his face. his cheeks were flushed and his forehead had a few beads of sweat. “you did s’good for me, armin..” you praised.

standing, you leaned over his frame and kissed him. he could taste himself on you, which had him groaning. a small wave of possessiveness crashed over him. it was his cum you had just swallowed. suddenly, he longed for you even more. “let me eat you out. please..” his tone was shaky as he tilted his head to meet your eyes.

you smiled and nodded. “okay,” was all you said. slowly climbing onto the bed, you pulled your pants and underwear down, tossing them off the bed. spreading your legs, you allowing armin to nestle between them. he swallowed, pausing for a moment. he had never seen a girl in this way before. his wide, puppy dog eyes had you giggling. “it’s okay. you can touch me.” you encouraged. slowly moving his fingers, he watched your slick start gathering on his fingers. “you’re so.. you’re so wet..” he said, his voice filled with awe.

“mhm. and it’s all for you, pretty.” he looked from his fingers to your face. “a-all for me?” he repeated. you nodded, watching a smile spread across his face. it wasn’t long before armin was putting his fingers in his mouth, wanting to taste you. he let out a high-pitched moan at your taste. “need more..” he mumbled before shoving his face between your legs. you gasped, feeling him lap at your hole. for being a virgin, he sure seemed pretty experienced.

the blond studied you like a textbook. he toyed with different paces, seeing what had you moaning the most. when his nose bumped your clit, he listened as you squealed. that noise. he needed to hear more of it. more. more. more. “a-am i doing good?” he mumbled against your clit. you nodded your head, groaning. “so fucking good. doing amazing min!” your words made his heart flutter.

tugging on armin’s hair, you moaned loudly when he sucked on your sensitive clit. “oh god-“ you groaned, pushing your pussy closer to his face. he greedily lapped at your hole, occasionally sucking on your clit. “u-use your fingers too.” you gasped. he said nothing, but did exactly as he was told. his mouth attached to your clit as he slowly slipped two fingers into your warm hole. the feeling of you squeezing his fingers drove him insane.

it wasn’t long before that familiar feeling entered your body. “p-pretty boy. gonna.. gonna cum..” you whispered, your back arching as you did what you said you would. your slick covered armin’s fingers, but he didn’t care. removing his fingers, he went to lick your sloppy cunt, listening as the lewd noises filled the room.

you basically had to push armin away, making him huff. he stuck his tongue out, trying to lick more of your essence off of his face before starting to suck on his fingers, groaning at the taste of you. “now comes the best part..” you teased as he looked at you. removing his fingers from his mouth, he waited for you to speak. “you wanna fuck me, pretty?” you asked softly. his baby blue eyes widened and he nodded. “o-of course i do!” he gasped softly. he eagerly crawled up your body, pushing his soft lips against yours.

your kissed him back, feeling his hard cock rub against your tummy. as you kissed, you could taste yourself on his lips. “you can put it in without a condom. i’m on the pill..” you whispered to him. for a moment, armin didn’t know how to react. his first time ever fucking a girl, not just any girl, but you, and he got to do it raw? he truly was in heaven.

“o-okay!” he nodded eagerly, slowly pushing himself up. taking his cock, he slowly lined it up with you. while it took him a minute to figure it out, once he did, it was sheer pleasure for the both of you. “oh my god!” he mewled. he had only sunk his tip inside of your warm cunt, but he was already addicted.

“oh god. you’re fucking thick.” you groaned, your fingers gripping your plush sheets. armin looked down at you. “is that.. a bad thing?” poor boy was so worried about you. you shook you head, gasping as he continued to push inside of you. “no. not at all. in fact, it’s g-good..” the moment he bottomed out, he whined. your cunt felt amazing around him. if he wasn’t careful, he’d burst inside of you quick.

armin continued to stay still, waiting for you to give him some sort of instruction. “it’s okay. you can move.” he nodded, but was still slightly unsure. slowly moving his hips, he started thrust into you. you watched as he came undone on top of you, moaning like crazy. “armin, baby, go a little faster.” you instructed. “okay,” he gasped.

he slowly sped his pace up, his tip starting to nudge against that spot that drove you wild. “there. just like that. oh my god, just like that!” you cried out. your words gave him a small boost of confidence, so he continued his pace, making sure to watch your reactions. he pressed his lips against yours, then against your cheek, your forehead, and trailed them down your neck. he kissed you everywhere, wanting to feel your soft flesh underneath his warm lips.

“am i doing a good job? please tell me i’m doing a good job.” as he thrust into you, he sought your words. your reassurance. he wanted to hear that he was being a good boy for you. whining loudly, you nodded. your chest was heaving up and down quickly as you spoke. “yes. holy fuck-“ you cried. “you’re doing amazing. so good. so fucking good. just keep.. a-ah! doing that..”

“oh angel..” he whispered softly. he was moaning and whining above you, your fingers digging into his shoulders. as he continued to fuck into you, realization washed over him. he was fucking you on the bed you shared with your boyfriend. he couldn’t help but feel.. smug? despite his friend always being supportive of him, armin always felt like he lived in his shadow. but now, here he was, fucking his girlfriend in their bed.

“you’re a d-dirty little thing, you know that? being fucked by your boyfriend’s best friend on your shared bed.” armin’s words were a complete shock to you. it felt like you had a bucket of ice cold water dumped on you. “armin..” you gasped. he thrust into you roughly, which had your eyes rolling back. “yeah, that’s right. arch your pretty back for me.” he whispered. where was this coming from?

it wasn’t long before you felt that familiar pressure in your lower tummy. “armin.. i-i’m gonna.. i-i’m gonna cum..” you gasp, your eyes squeezing shut. he whined, his pace staying the same. “please cum. please cum all over my dick, angel..” he whimpered. that was all it took. white flashed behind your eyes as your body spasmed when you came all over him.

“angel!” he whimpered, his hips stilling. he emptied his load into you, a loud cry escaping him. he collapsed on top of you, your sticky skin meeting his. soft pants filled the air as the two of you laid there together, armin’s cock still buried inside of you.

“i-i love you,” armin admitted suddenly. “i’m sorry i never told you. i just.. i couldn’t tell you when you were dating my best friend. it felt wrong..” he whispered softly.

his words shocked you. armin liked you? moving your hands, you gently raked your fingers through his damp, golden locks. “armin, i.. i love you too. i just.. never thought you’d like me back. that’s why..” you trailed off. armin nodded his head, letting you know that he knew what you meant.

the two of you laid in silence for a moment before armin spoke again. “break up with your boyfriend.” your eyes widened. what did he just say? “break up with your boyfriend, angel. date me instead.” he looked up, his blue eyes meeting yours.

inhaling slowly, you nodded. “yeah.. yeah, okay..” a soft smile spread across armin’s features.

“that’s my girl..”

[lialucis]

Ghost demon cuddles

@machveil I almost done with this damn thing I was going to send you as a fucking ask and it got eated so now have my second not as good attempt to word vomiting. 😭 So here we go 💖

Today was shit. This week was shit. Even this month was shit. Your phones battery deciding to go on strike should have been the first indicator. But then, your screen cracked. The final stroke for Murphy's Law to kick you in the pants.

Three sodas, three different days, neither of them more then halfway gone. All meeting their cruel maker on the floor. Two pairs of pants, your favorites! The ones that feel so comfortable, fit just right, make your ass look damn good. Gone, just like the stitching where the crotch and ass was ripped out at work. And if it couldn't get worse, a double charge on your debit card. Two hours of struggling to right this clearly wrong, 'wrong'. And your phone that was on life support, kicked the bucket. Dying for good and making it impossible to call back and save those two hours of your life you'll never get back.

It was the straw that broke the camels back. Storming into the pitiful excuse of a 'library', a lopsided bookcase hanging onto its last bits of life. Shelves bowing under the weight of all the books crammed in any and every little scrap of space. Only one book on your mind, a large black and blue book. One that would give many a good person a stroke if they ever caught wind of you so much as looking in its general direction. Let alone inching it off the bookshelf, standing on a sketchy chair as it is. So what's a broken neck?

You could have done anything else. A more 'positive' way of calming yourself down. Of relaxing, of 'forgive and forget' or what that horse shit is. No, you wanted some gods damned results right NOW.

Your eyes would trail up the black smoke churning in and coiling in on itself, spreading around the floor and towards the ceiling.

You could have gone out and treated yourself, bought ice cream and cried like a normal person.

Black leathery wings would slowly flap and stretch as they were made manifest, absolutely massive.

You could have done some 'healthy' hobby to cope with the roiling frustration scratching at your skin and mind.

Large curved horns and dusty brownish blond hair, were next to manifest. Face mostly obscured by the smoke as a large meaty paw raised up to the creatures face. Coiling and shaping, turning white and mimicking a skull to cover the upper half of the monsters face.

You could have gone and had some 'personal' time, especially as your eyes wander over the thick muscle chording itself together. Easily taller than you, twice the size almost. But no, you shook your head. Your mind was already set on what you wanted.

Dark honey brown eyes would slowly open, peering down at you, a frown marring those pretty black lips.

"Why have you broug-" The demon wouldn't even have a chance to get five words out before your arms snapped out. Those pools of melted chocolate narrowing as they wandered over you. They could see the way your face reddened, your eyes grew glassy your lip trembled, and chest ached.

A low growl would rumble from deep within the demons chest as he began to slowly approach, a scarred tail like a dragons sweeping across the floor as he got closer, and closer. This demon who has killed more for less. Who could kill you with the flick of his wrist. Head tilting as he stared down at you like you were a broken insect at his feet.

"We will discuss payment later." That deep timber would rumble out, large meaty paws bigger then your head reaching out. Claws tipped black and longer then your thumbs, attached to even bigger arms. Wrapping around you, trapping you. Holding you close, he could easily crush you.

"Do not speak." The skull faced demon would rumble out, grunting as he lowered himself down. Draping you across his warm chest. Wings flapping before folding, covering you, blanketing you in their warmth. "Rest."

Scarred and split knuckles would brush down your head and back, as you were held close. Enveloping you in everything that is this demon, this 'Ghost', as the book calls him. A heavy sigh escapes you, and the only thing you can wonder. Why this demon somehow smelt like oranges?

[angelst4re]

Hiiii i love your work sm <3 ur one of my favorite jamie x reader accs, i already requested smth like this a bit ago but theres absolutely no Caius stuff whatsoever (my babys underrated🥹) 😭 i was wondering if you could write a caius smutt? Id love smth with a daddy kink but if thats not smth youre comfy with do whatever ^~^ and maybe the reader being Bellas sis👀 SJSJSJSJ but yea thats all

of course!! i remember getting some caius requests a while ago but i never got around to writing them which is a shame because they had so much potential :( this also turned out a lot longer than i expected! i hope you like it my love <33

Only You- Caius Volturi x Fem!Reader

summary: caius had offered you a life of everlasting luxury, all you had to do was leave your life behind

warnings: contains smut!! daddy kink (hoping and praying it isn't cringey!), oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex

notes: caius my beloved i don't write enough for him :(

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“Why don’t you think about it, hm?” His thumb was placed under your chin, tilting your head up so you would look at him.

“I just… I don’t want to leave my family- my sister!” You frowned, thinking about how Bella would react if you had suddenly ‘run away from home’.

“Your sister is a fool, my dear. She’s already in a relationship with one of us. But-”

“Edward? That can’t be true! He still goes to school, he’s not a- he can't be a… vampire.” The word tasted bitter on your tongue as your eyes met Caius’ again.

“Oh, but he is. But you see, he isn’t like us. He lives a very different life, one very similar to yours. A very repetitive, tiring, mundane life. But, my darling, I can change that for you. All you have to say is one word, then you will be mine- and I will be yours- forever.”

You looked back down at your shoes, a pair of dark red heels you had bought especially for this visit, and thought. You were tired of your life as it was, a dead end 9 to 5 job, living in your fathers house as you couldn’t afford the rent on your apartment, it felt like you were living the same day over and over again and there was no way out. But this could be the way out. There was nothing Caius couldn’t offer you. A never ending life of luxury, who would be so stupid as to turn it down?

“I’ll think about it.” You promised him, “I will return tonight and leave with you if the answer is a yes. But if I decide not to, then this will be goodbye.”

He gently stroked his cold fingers over your cheek as he nodded his head.

“We return to Volterra at midnight, if you decide to come with us.” Was all he said before he turned around and walked away, leaving you by yourself in the alleyway.

You had a decision to make. And you had 4 hours to make it.

However, there was no decision to make, you already knew what you were going to do. And you knew there was going to be no regret in doing so.

By the time you returned home, it was almost 9pm. You were glad to see Charlie wasn’t home, and you had been told Bella was at the Cullen’s house, so you rushed into the kitchen and pulled out a page of paper from one of Charlie’s notepads and scribbled an apology note, explaining that you were leaving tonight, that this town was holding you back, and telling them not to contact you as you were leaving your phone behind. You took your phone from your bag and placed it next to the note, before heading to your bedroom.

You took your old gym bag and started filling it with clothes- although you knew you wouldn’t need them, Caius would spoil you with dresses made of the finest velvet and silk, and anything else you could possibly want. You also packed the only photo you had of you and you and Bella, in a photo frame she had made you at school. You hated the thought of leaving your little sister behind, but there was a chance that you weren’t. If she was already in a relationship with Edward, there was a possibility that she would also become one of them.

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You had made it back to Volterra, Caius did not let you out of his sight the entire journey. Every time Marcus or Aro (or even Alec) would make a comment about you or Caius’ relationship, he would only hold you closer and remind them of how he would turn you in the morning, once you had rested, and that you were sure to become more powerful than they could imagine, which made you smile to yourself.

Later that night, Caius had shown you around where you will be staying, and you couldn’t believe how beautiful the room was. The walls were a deep red, as was the bedding, but there were also gold accents such as a few decorative vases, and curtains that covered the door to the balcony. Everything looked so luxurious, so expensive. You were sure you were dreaming.

“Caius,” you gasped as you looked around the room, “this is beautiful!”

“Look in the wardrobe, I hope you like what was chosen. I don’t know anything about your personal style, but-”

“Oh my gosh!” You pulled out a dark red nightgown, it looked quite short as you held it up, and that was when you noticed the black lace that decorated the hem of the dress.

Something shifted inside of Caius, a smirk began to creep onto his lips as he walked over to you.

“I think you should try it on, baby.” He said, his fingers lingering on the hem of your t-shirt.

“Do you think it’ll look good on me?” You asked, in a seductive tone as you turned around to face Caius.

“You would look heavenly in anything.” He said, leaning down to your ear to whisper “or even nothing at all.”

At that, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore, and you kissed him. He seemed surprised by it at first, but he soon began to take control and kissed you back. There has been so much sexual tension between the two of you ever since you first met. He knew from the beginning that he wanted you by his side forever, and you knew you wanted to take him to bed. And here you were.

You were quickly stripped of your t-shirt by his quick hands, tearing it in two as he pushed you down onto the bed. You giggle as your back hits the mattress, before he captures your lips again in a hungry kiss.

"Caius I-"

"Darling, that isn't my name…" He says, giving you a teasing look. His eyes sparkled when you replied,

"Sorry, daddy."

"Now, that's my good girl." His lips returned to yours once more as his hands slid down your body, your back involuntarily arched as he slid your trousers down your legs, followed by your panties, leaving you in nothing but your bra.

After noticing this, you reached around your body to take your bra off, but you were stopped.

"Now you're with me, sweetheart, you'll never have to lift a finger. Daddy will do anything for you, all you have to do is be a good girl for me, okay?" He unclasped your bra and slid it off your body, dropping it to the floor beside him.

The way he looked at your body surprised you, nobody had ever looked at you like this before. He looked like he had just won the lottery, or he had just been told the best news of his life. His eyes took in the sight of your breasts for a moment, cupping one with his hand and brushing his thumb over your nipples which caused you to let out a breathy moan as your eyes fell shut. He repeated this action on your other boob, and you found yourself spreading your legs apart further, your back arching and your cunt begging to be touched.

“Caius-” You were cut off, unable to finish your sentence, by the vampire biting down on your shoulder- not to turn you, but as a warning. “Daddy,” you corrected yourself, panting as he continued to toy with your nipples, “I need you to touch me.”

“But I am touching you, darling.” He teased, his lips pressing gentle kisses over the spot where he had bitten you, “how do you want me to touch you, hm?”

“I want you to… use your fingers… down there.”

“Ah, I see,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he pushed himself up, holding your legs to keep them spread for him as he moved down to get a better view of your aching cunt. “Awh, sweetheart,” he mocked you as he ran a finger up and down your slick folds, “is this all for me?”

“Yes, daddy. Only you.”

It was as if your words carried magic, as his face was buried between your thighs in an instant, his tongue delving into your core. He finally got a taste of you, and he was certain he would never get enough of this.

Your back arched impossibly further and your nails dug into his shoulders through his black silk shirt. His tongue was circling your clit, then he was sucking the nub between his lips, and then you felt one of his hands on your thighs move, and he was teasing a finger over your hole, feeling your cunt pulse as he pressed the tip of his finger inside of you before pulling it back out again and circling your hole once more.

He enjoyed teasing you like this, after years or even decades of having nobody to touch in such a way, he never wanted this to end. But as you were still a human, he knew your body would not be ready for his yet, and he was trying his hardest not to flip you onto your stomach, prop your hips up and fuck you brainless. But it was impossible to resist when your moans escaped your lips, they were like music to his ears, but he wanted to make sure you were ready.

He had given in, he slipped his middle finger into your hole and let go of your clit with a ‘pop’ sound. As he fucked you with his finger, he decided you were ready to take another one, so his index finger joined the first one in stretching you out.

“Darling, I’m afraid of hurting you if we go any further. You need to let me know you’re definitely okay with this, I’m being serious.”

“I can take it,” you panted, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, “please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, daddy.”

It only took seconds for him to strip off his clothes, he was then completely bare in front of you. You’d be lying if you said your eyes didn’t shoot straight towards his cock, but the sight of his beautifully sculpted torso made your cheeks flush, and you suddenly felt a little self conscious in front of him. You tried to push that feeling aside, especially when your eyes found their way to his cock again. It was a little bigger than anything you had taken before, which excited you more than you expected.

“You have done this before, right?” He asked, gently as he stroked his cold hand up and down your thigh, returning to his place, kneeling between your legs.

You nodded your head, and he seemed to feel a little relieved.

“Only twice- both with humans.” You thought you should clarify.

“That’s okay, sweet girl. It’s just a little bit different for us.”

He took his cock in his hand, pumping it a couple times in his fist before he rubbed the head against your clit, making you bite down on your lip as he had left you feeling very sensitive.

“You see,” he began as he brought the tip of his cock down towards your hole, lining himself up with you, “we don’t get tired very easily,” he started to move his hips, the first couple inches sliding into you with a surprising ease, “that means I could take you all night and not have to stop, I could watch you come apart again and again and not grow tired,” once he was fully inside of you, stuffing you to the brim, he looked down at you and into your eyes, “but it won’t be like that tonight, darling. I don’t want to hurt you, and I haven’t done this in quite a while, I may not be able to control myself.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, “don’t be afraid to be rough with me. I can take it. I promise.”

At that, you felt his hips move and his dick twitch, and he began to slip his cock out of you, so just the tip remained, before pounding back into you, earning a breathy moan from you, and him to mutter lewd words under his breath as your cunt pulsed around him.

“I love you so much, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He asked, his brows furrowed as his hips began to thrust at such a pace you had to wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into the bedsheets in hopes to keep you from floating away, because it felt better than anything you had ever felt before.

“Yes, daddy. Always your good girl.” You babbled, words spilling from your lips without any thought process. You were unable to think about anything other than the pleasure he was giving you.

You could feel him deeper inside you than you’ve ever felt before, he was hitting spots you never knew were there, causing your brain to feel fuzzy, along with your tummy. You could also feel a knot starting to tighten in your stomach, which felt like it could snap at any point, sending you over the edge.

“I love you too,” you finally said back, “so much, so so much.”

“I know, sweet girl.” He said, a sympathetic smile on his lips, knowing you were getting close.

He flipped the two of you over, he was now sat against the headboard and you were sat on his lap, bouncing on his cock, desperately chasing your high.

You felt his hips begin to thrust upwards, and his cock was even deeper than it had been before. His hands were placed gently on your hips, as to not bruise your skin. He guided you up and down on his length, and you threw your head back, shameless moans spilling from your lips.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so close. Please, please can I-”

“Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you. I’m right here. Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel.” His thumb stroked over your clit, helping to push you over the edge.

In moments, you felt the white hot pleasure rush through your body, making your thighs tremble beneath you as you collapsed onto Caius’ chest, your body going limp, trying to process the most powerful orgasm you had ever experienced.

As your walls clenched and pulsed around his cock, he was pushed over the edge and his hips bucked up as he spilled his seed inside of you, causing you to whimper due to the overstimulation. He apologised and kissed your forehead, holding your warm body close to his cold chest as you came down from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and when you finally returned to reality, you turned your face to look at Caius, giving him a lazy smile as his fingers combed through your hair soothingly.

“There she is,” he smiled, trying to help you get comfortable on his lap, forgetting his cock was still buried inside you. You let out a groan when you felt it twitch, you weren’t sure you were ready for round two as you suddenly felt overtaken by tiredness, you could feel it in your bones.

“I don’t think I can go again, I’m sorry-”

“No, no, don’t apologise. You need to rest, my dear. I’ll stay here as long as you need, but if you’d rather sleep by yourself that’s perfectly fine.”

“Stay.” Was all that you could say before your eyelids fell shut once more, and you dreamt of the life you would live with Caius. You dreamt of a big home, the sun shining through the windows and onto your white bed sheets. You dreamt of waking by the side of your newly wed husband. You dreamt of all the possibilities that came with living forever, with your love by your side.

[aller-geez]

A Ruff Morning

A short, non-canon 3000 word piece from Coldshare's old prompt that can be found here 🩶

It’s been so long since I’ve posted a fic, I decided to dip my toes back in a little with this short Remi torture 🖤🖤. Includes allergies he doesn’t usually have but I got a little carried away with the idea 😭😂

The morning sun streamed through the dusty cabin windows, golden light catching on the faint trails of floating pollen in the air. Remi leaned heavily against the counter, arms crossed as his head tilted back ever so slightly. His green eyes, dim with the beginnings of what promised to be an absolutely miserable day, blinked rapidly as his breath hitched.

“Hhh… hhh’ihhh…”

No, not again. He clenched his jaw and straightened, his glowing eyes narrowing as he fought against the tickle building deep in his nose. A faint, persistent itch teased the back of his sinuses, growing sharper with every ragged breath.

“Dot today,” he muttered hoarsely, his voice thick with congestion. His black hair fell into his face as he gave a fierce sniff, trying to wrangle the irritation into submission. It was spring, his least favorite season, when every blooming tree and gust of wind turned the world into a personal battleground for his nose.

Remi’s nostrils flared involuntarily, his breath catching again. “Hhh—hhh—!” His broad shoulders tensed, his chest rising as the sneeze prepared to explode out of him. But no. He refused to give in to it.

“Ugh, come on,” he growled, jamming a finger under his nose in a desperate attempt to hold back the inevitable. The pressure helped, at first—a tiny reprieve as the tickle wavered and receded. But then, disaster struck.

A warm, wet sensation spread against his finger, and he froze in horror. His nose, apparently fed up with his defiance, had decided to start running. He could feel the dampness on his finger already, and worse, it only seemed to enhance the ticklish sensation inside his nostrils.

“Fugkigg disgustigg…” he muttered, hastily grabbing a tissue from the box on the counter. He pressed it to his nose and blew forcefully, his ears popping slightly with the effort. For a moment, it felt like progress—his sinuses cleared, and he could finally breathe without obstruction.

But his victory was short-lived.

As he inhaled deeply, savoring the relief, the air around him carried a fresh wave of pollen directly into his newly cleared nasal passages. His nose twitched violently, the tickle roaring back with a vengeance. “Hhh—hhh--HhhHhh! Hahhh…” His breath caught again, but he refused to let the sneeze win.

Remi spun on his heel, his frustration mounting. He couldn’t stay in the kitchen—not with the sunlight streaming through the window and the thick scent of spring in the air. He stalked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

But as soon as he stepped into the room, his nose twitched again, the itch flaring to unbearable levels. He sniffled sharply, glaring at the room as if it had personally offended him. His glowing green eyes scanned the space, landing on the thin layer of dust coating the nightstand and dresser.

“Seriously?” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Whed’s the last tibe this place was cleaded?”

The answer didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the tickle in his nose, already unbearable, had somehow doubled in intensity. He rubbed at it furiously, trying to dislodge the irritation, but that only made things worse. His fingers grazed the most sensitive part of his nose— his septum, where the itch was strongest.

“Hhh—hhhihhh! Hh…hhh’ihhhh…” His breath hitched uncontrollably, his nostrils flaring wide as the sneeze teased him mercilessly. His face contorted, eyebrows knitting together and lips parting as he hovered on the brink of release. But it wouldn’t come.

“Ughhh!” he growled, stomping out of the room and into the fresh air outside.

Big mistake.

The moment he stepped outside, the world seemed to conspire against him. The trees lining the path were in full bloom, their delicate flowers releasing plumes of pollen with every breeze. The air was thick with it, clinging to his skin and hair. His nose twitched wildly, the tickle now a raging inferno deep in his sinuses.

“Hhh…hhh’iiiHh—!”

He tilted his head back instinctively, his glowing eyes fluttering shut as the sunlight hit his face. The sudden brightness triggered an immediate photic reflex, his breath hitching violently as the sneeze finally surged to the surface.

“Hhh… hhh’EHTSSHH’UE! Hhh’IISHHhhhuh! HI’DTSSHHIEW!”

The sneezes burst out of him in rapid succession, bending him at the waist with their force. His hands flew up to his face, barely catching the mess before another sneeze overtook him.

“HD’IZTSsHHhhh’ih! hiHH'ISCHHH'UE! Hhh’IETSH’UE! H’ihhSHHhhiew!”

By the time the fit ended, Remi was left sniffling miserably, his broad shoulders slumping as he straightened up. His nose, now red and irritated, twitched again, threatening to launch him into yet another sneezing frenzy.

“Why?” he muttered, rubbing at his face with the sleeve of his shirt. “Why mbe?”

He turned back toward the cabin, defeated. But even as he trudged inside, the tickle remained, lurking just beneath the surface, ready to strike again at the slightest provocation.

Inside, Remi slumped onto the couch, grabbing another tissue and blowing his nose again. It brought no relief—if anything, the irritation only deepened, and he felt the maddening itch crawling back into his sinuses. His glowing green eyes narrowed as he glared at the box of tissues.

“Hhh…” His breath hitched again, his nostrils flaring as he tilted his head back. “Hhh’IETSH’UE! Hhh—IISHHhhh! Hhh’ISSHHhiEW!”

The sneezes tore through him with violent force, leaving him gasping for air. He sniffled miserably, grabbing another tissue as he sank further into the couch cushions.

Levi entered the room moments later, his freckled face lighting up with a mix of amusement and concern. “Rough morning?” he asked, holding out a fresh cup of tea.

Remi shot him a look, his voice hoarse as he replied, “You thidk?”

Levi chuckled softly, setting the tea on the table beside him. “Well, maybe next time you’ll let yourself sneeze before it turns into a whole production.”

Remi groaned, burying his face in his hands as the tickle in his nose started to build again. Spring was going to be the death of him.