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Jimin y Jungkook, Agustd han sido seleccionados entre "Las 50 mejores pistas de K-pop de 2023" por Dazed.

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•43—"Like Crazy" by JIMIN

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"The silence of the moon"

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7:18 picture cr. mcscrpn

disclaimer.. f!reader x leon s. kennedy. 18+ only! p w/o plot, p in v, roughness, desperate, very messy, needy reader, leon calls reader baby, puppy, implied size difference, creampie, don't be like them, use protection and practice safe sex. just filthy and indulgent because i want him so bad.

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your hips were rutting down eagerly against leon, like it was your only function— mind so hazy, you could no longer feel the lingering ache in your thighs that urged you to slow down. body glistening in sweat, synced breathing that had the windows of your shared apartment foggy, you had never felt so close to someone before, so connected, and yet you had never yearned for more, more, more.

your arms were under his arms, reaching around to cling onto his back, clawing for a desperate grip on his bulging shoulders, "l-leon.." you squeaked out, blinking until your blurred vision settled on your boyfriend underneath you, with his arms perched up and behind his head, as if his balls weren't pressed up against the plush of your ass and his cock wasn't grazing your cervix whilst your hips squirmed and circled on top of him.

the burning heat was pulsing in your cheeks, out of embarrassment at his lax posture underneath you, yet here you were fucking yourself on his dick like your life depended on it, gotten too excited way too quickly that you pounced on him as soon as he had gotten through the door, it was humiliating.

"why'd you stop?" his head tilted to the side, one of his hands falling from behind his head, taking place at your waist, squeezing and pinching at the skin, god, he looked as though he was sculpted by the gods, beauty marks littered his skin amongst an array of scars. his lips were parted, wet from the sloppy kisses the two of you shared.

leon laughed when he got no response, noticing how dazed you were, only coming to when you felt his hands maneuver your hips, raising them upwards, earning a very disgruntled plea when you didn't feel his cock stuffed inside you anymore, "no, no, i'll keep going." you were almost crying.

"shh, i got you baby, i'm right here." he cooed, ever so gently which contradicted his next movements, leon's lap raised from the couch you were both on, stabilizing his feet before driving his hips up, pushing himself inside your sopping cunt, your body lurching forward, reeling against him.

you couldn't find the strength to push yourself into a more stable position, your eyes were squeezed shut and your whole body was trembling as you were pushed against him, your face smushed into his neck, the smell of him not doing any favors to ground you.

"that's it, let me take care of you puppy." he hummed and you could feel the vibration of his words against your ear, "i know what you want."

he was being excruciatingly slow, cruel- you would say. with both his hands now stable on your waist, your back arching wonderfully so he could make use of you however you wanted, take any angle, and initiate any pace as he so pleased, yet he decided to push up into you leisurely, so you could feel every single inch of him, protruding veins on the underside of his dick deliciously sweeping past all the right nerves inside you, pushing up, up, up until you felt him bottom out, tensing his body when he felt your pussy pulse and squeeze around him, it was pure bliss.

he let out shallow breaths before easing up, "you still with me, sweetheart?" you could tell he had a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he spoke. you lifted your head, being met with his palm cupping your cheek, before pushing around to the back of your head and impelling you forward until the two of your lips pressed against each others.

the kiss was haphazard, tongues dashing out to tangle and sweep against one another, salvia pushing past your lips. a gasp left your lips, head bumping against his when you felt him resume his actions, this time with much more want.

"oh, fuck yeah." he sighed, his other arm snuggly wrapping around your waist, suffocatingly but it felt so good, especially when he started pushing up inside you with much more momentum.

"m-mh!" you mewled out, "yes, like that!"

leon bit his lip between his teeth in concentration as he began a relentless pace, his legs underneath you were flexing as he pumped in and out of your puffy cunt, the sound of skin slapping and the creaking of the couch bouncing off of the walls.

"shit, pussy feels so good," his breathy praise against your ear made your stomach churn and swell in delight.

"you're so, so deep!" you whined out, nails digging into the muscles of his arms.

"u-ughh, m'gonna fuck you stupid, that what you want, hmm?" his tone was condescending, hips quickening to jackhammer up into you, if his arm wasn't gripped securely around your waist you felt like you would've melted into a puddle.

"please, keep going leon." you muffled against his neck, your arms squeezing around him, broken moms continuously falling from your lips.

his pace got erratic, fucking your leaking arousal mixed with his around his cock back into you, “so messy, can you hear it?” he cooed.

you were so sensitive how couldn’t you? you could hear every little squelch and gush and you could feel every rub of the head of his cock inside you, every time he twitched when your cunt incessantly pulsed around him.

his hips didn’t stutter even for a moment, still relentlessly fucking up into you, “i love this pussy, angel, could fuck you all day and night.” he wasn’t lying either, your boyfriend's stamina was no joke.

“poor thing, you’re already spent hmm? close aren’t you baby?” he cooed, stuffing up into your cunt, sticky arousal seeping out to puddle between your thighs, “oh, right there?”

your voice was strained as you wailed out in pleasure, hands flying out until you gripping his other hand, he was thrusting up into a spot that had you seeing stars, feeling euphoric as your stomach flipped and tensed, threatening to snap any moment, “o-oh my god, don’t- don’t stop!” you desperately plead, head pushed against him, drooling down the expanse of his chest.

“good girl, that’s it.” he hummed, “so fucking good.” leon moaned out, he felt pure ecstasy with the way you were pulsing and clamping down on him but he was determined to watch you let it all go first, his hand around your waist loosening to snake around to your front instead, quick and nimble, long fingers rubbing up your thigh until his thumb came in contact with your clit, pushing and swirling the sensitive numb as he fucked up into you, whispering praises in between grunts of pleasure, "i know baby, it's so good hmm?"

“fuck! leon, leon, leon!” you chanted out relentlessly, body trembling as you began climaxing, bouncing on his lap messily as your hand took a harsh grip at the back of his neck, locks of his hair tugging between your fingers.

the feeling was continuous, as though it wouldn’t calm down, nerves on fire, and waves of complete elation were spreading throughout every inch of your body, leon ceased toying with your clit to place both his hands at your hips, eager to chase the same release, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and quick breathes pushed passes his lips.

“take it, ah!” he hissed out, fingers squeezing into your skin hard enough to bruise whilst he shallowly pumped up into you, eager to empty his balls deep inside your cunt, till he was seeping out of you.

“fuck!” he yelled, head thrown back, muscles in his neck clenched as he raised his hips up, plush against the back of your thighs, spilling burning hot ropes and ropes of cum inside you.

the two of you lay there, bodies sticky with your releases and sweat, heavy breathing as you both calmed down, your head on his chest rising and falling with every heave of a breath he took.

looking up, you met his gaze, a breathless chuckle releasing from his lips, “you’re so cute.” he hummed, thumb wiping away some drool from your lips, swatting away his hand out of embarrassment.

“owch.” you huffed when you raised your hips, feeling your heart thumping out of your chest and the way every muscle screamed for you to relax, “i’m not riding you ever again.” you huffed, a lie.

leon laughed at that, “whatever you say.” you groaned in protest when you felt him squeeze your waist, falling back into his lap, “let me go, you monster!” you gasped, laughter filling up the room when he pressed sweet kisses to your neck and your shoulder, a ticklish feeling.

“this monster stinks and thinks you do too, c’mon, i’m running us a bath.” he announced, lifting you up before you could say another word, feet trialing to the bathroom.

you would’ve told him you had your own legs for a reason, but the last thing you were going to do was complain about being pampered and doted on by the love of your life.

“use the strawberry and peaches soap or i’m kicking you out of the tub.” you pointed to the bottle when he set you on the edge of the tub.

“so mean.” he clutched his chest, pretending to feel a pang of pain but alas, doing as he was told, setting the soap on the edge as he ran the hot water, you leaned yourself over to press a kiss to his cheek, his nose scrunching at the gesture.

“love ya.” you grinned.

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Satoru Gojo is into Some Weird Roleplay (Christmas Smut)

art cr: glowx_21 on x

hey idk what this is LMAOO. i thought of this randomly bc gojo reminds me of a certain christmas character so i just ran with it! he's one of my three husbands who i love so much so i wanted to write about him. i'm so feral for him it's not even funny. anyways, i hope you enjoy and don't take it too seriously, unless you want to idc! mdni.

domestic gojo, husband gojo, dad gojo

female reader, no description of her features but i’m black so

warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, satoru won't shut up, dom gojo

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wc: 1500+

“Satoru,” You surprised yourself in the way you were able to let out a single word with his unrelenting thrusts. “Baby. P-please slow down.” 

The man who was currently plummeting into you from behind let out a click of his tongue, ignoring your request and instead opted with a loud and hard smack to your ass, his pace somehow getting faster and harder. His hips were ruthless against the fat of your ass, creating clapping noises throughout the large bedroom.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He let out breathlessly, his tone as playful as ever, waiting for you to address him the right way.

You wanted to reach back and knock some sense into him, tell him to slow his thrusts before he knocked the wind out of you and woke up the children. His deep and powerful thrusts prohibited you from saying much though, with his fat cock reaching your g-spot so effortlessly that you were seeing stars.

If you could roll your eyes right now you would, but your body seemed to forget how to function, only capable of following the orders of your ridiculous but gorgeous husband behind you. “Saint Nick…please.” It would’ve sounded ridiculous to you if you weren’t being plummeted to Neptune with each touch of your gummy spot deep within you, but you were being fucked so stupid that you would call him God if he asked. “You don’t wanna wake up the little elves do you?” You played along as you continued panting, fingers grasping the silk sheets tightly, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure.

You thought he was ignoring you again, with his long fingers digging deeper into your hips before he slowed his pace, deciding on an unhurried, rough one, sliding in and out of those warm, wet walls of yours with a long and drawn out “fuuuuuck,” leaving his mouth. “The elves are fast asleep, baby. Don’t worry about them, just take Santa’s dick, mmkay’?” His voice was jolly as ever, just like Santa Claus himself, and you would’ve laughed if his cock wasn’t basically touching your brain at this point. You could only let out small whimpers as he arched your back further, reaching only a place he could.

Why you agreed on letting your dear husband roleplay as Santa was beyond you, but Satoru had a way with words. All he had to do was promise to make you feel good, make you cum all night long, pretty please baby, in that convincing, deep voice of his, a pout on his features, those bright blue eyes begging, so how could you say no? 

You should have made some more conditions, one being to say no to the bells he had attached to the bed frame, with them ringing with each jerk of his hips, creating an impossibly loud jingle. He said it would get the two of you in the “Christmas spirit,” with the bed decorated in lights and ringing balls, sounding like a real sleigh everytime the bed hit the wall in full force. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Satoru pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty and missing him already, causing a whine to leave your lips as he flipped you over as if you weighed nothing, before settling in between your legs again. You were faced with the beautiful man you were so grateful to call yours, his cerulean orbs were darkened somehow as they stared into yours, looking dazed and drunk off your pussy, his pupils slightly dilated. His pretty white follicles were tucked into a red santa hat, the puffy ball tossed on the side, sweat trickling from his temples from wrecking your insides. He had that adorable, innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn’t guilty of talking you into this comical predicament in the first place. 

“Will Mrs. Claus let me put the beard on again?” He let out, a pout forming on his pink lips, glossy from sweat and saliva.

“No, don’t ask again!” You almost yelled, your face scrunched in annoyance and he let out a booming laugh at your immediate response. 

Satoru did have a cheap, plastic beard that matched his white hair perfectly, but you made him take it off for a couple reasons. One being it looked terrible. As beautiful as the man above you was as he was staring down at you, shallow breaths coming from his perfectly shaped, rock hard abdomen, and his rosy cheeks, the beard made him look…creepy. Two being it was damn itchy. He had been going down on you when he had it on, but it was impossible for you to focus on his holy tongue work and perfect movements of his fingers, curving into you, hitting that spot that had you crying out his name for the night (fucking Saint Nick.) Once it began scratching your legs painfully, you’d forced him to take it off, which he did with a whine, throwing the damp, shitty excuse for a beard across the bedroom floor, before making you cum from his tongue alone, more than once.

Your husband’s wide grin was replaced with something immodest as he gripped your thighs, pulling you forward, and slipped inside torturously slow, earning a gasp from the both of you. His head was thrown back and his lip was caught in his teeth, causing your pussy to throb from both the feeling of warmth and fullness again, and Satoru’s effortless way of making you feel hot inside just by simple facial expressions, subsequently making a groan escape his lips before sinking into you completely, touching your gummy spot immediately with the angle he entered.

He kept your legs apart as he thrust into you forcefully and fast-paced again, with you giving no complaints this time about the commotion the jingling bed frame was causing. You didn’t care, for he was taking you to heaven in this position, goosebumps erupting from your skin and seeing black dots in your vision with each time he reached a new depth inside you. Your cunt was competing with the loud noises of those stupid fucking bells as it made sloshing noises throughout the room, and when you looked down, you could see your juices dripping onto his pretty, pale, absolutely perfect cock. 

As if he could read your mind, he spoke for you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My god.” His head was no longer tilted back, but also looking down as your tight, slippery cunt sucked in his dick, a feral look on his features, absolutely enamored by the sight. His pace never let up, his hips moving at the speed of light almost as he used one hand to press on your lower stomach, making it feel better than you thought possible. “You feel me in there? You feel Santa’s cock abusing this perfect little cunt?” His goofy grin returned and you couldn’t do anything but let out a loud moan of approval, face twisted up, still entertaining his mess because this just felt too fucking good. 

His hand moved from your tummy to focus on your clit, fingers rubbing small, soft circles, completely catching you off guard. Your legs began to tremble from the insane pleasure you were feeling, hands clenching the sheets so hard again you were surprised they didn’t come off the corners of the bed. 

“Can I make you a mommy again? Put another little helper in this belly?” That feral look was in his eyes again, tone as light as ever, as he slowed down, choosing a rough ram motion, causing your tits to jiggle at the change of pace, making Satoru groan at the sight, mouth halfway open. You didn’t know if it was the mind fog you felt from him fucking you brainless, but you nodded vigorously as tears fell down your cheeks, that white hot feeling in your veins approaching, mind so numb you would probably agree to having ten more of his white-haired, blue-eyed children. The two of your already had four, three you’d birthed and one you adopted, but you didn’t care right now, you felt like he had seriously taken you to the North Pole with the way his cock was basically fucking your guts.

His infamous smile returned before leaning down to place his lips on yours, barely kissing you, just sticking his minty tongue in your mouth and panting, speaking incoherent sentences along the lines of you being a “good girl,” and “taking his load so well.” You couldn’t comprehend a thing anyway, as your body began convulsing, washing over with relief as your orgasm was drawn out of you, long and bone shattering, with your back arching off the bed with a squeal that was hard to keep inside your body.

Satoru wasn’t too far behind you, with his eyes closed tightly, as his hips began twitching, the first time all night they didn’t have a consistent rhythm and he groaned out loudly, spurting long, hot ropes of his cum inside you.

His eyes opened soon after, those beautiful blue orbs staring at you adoringly with his signature wide grin on his face, in which you returned, panting heavily, so thankful for this beautiful, insane, goofy husband of yours. He grabbed the comforter and placed it over the two of you, kissing your lips softly, his breath heavy as the two of you exchanged small “i love you’s” back and forth.

“Mommy?” A small voice came from the corner of the room and your heart dropped, recognizing it as your three year old daughter’s, afraid of what she might’ve seen. Satoru hid under the covers, his hat coming off in the process and you had a full view of her now, with her candy cane nightgown and teddy bear in her arms, her lip quivering with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, ready to get up and comfort your youngest, afraid something happened as it was past midnight on Christmas Eve. God, did the bells wake her up?

She stomped out the room before you could get up, wailing and yelling for her older brother. “Megumi! Mommy was kissing Santa!” Her cries could be heard throughout the entire house and you knew everyone would be awake by now.

Satoru’s loud laugh could also be heard throughout the entire house, its jollyness rivaling Saint Nick himself. 

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synopsis: john price is a very patient man. warnings: 18+ i will block ageless & minor blogs. soft dom price, gn!reader, (pretty extreme?) edging and denial, bondage, gags, face fucking, remote control vibrator, messy reader

a/n: horny, ovulation, womp womp.

thinking about how strictdom!price would definitely be in control of your orgasms.

how he would most definitely edge and denial you for hours maybe even days if he feels like it. it’s not your fault, it never is—you’re always his good play thing, so obedient. but he wants to have his fun too.

so when you give him the greenlight, he ties you up with a spreader bar, standing up against the wall. i think when he wants to be mean, he loves bondage. gags, especially ring gags so your spit just drips out and he can stick his fingers into your mouth, gathering it up and using it as live against your hard nipples.

standing there, hands tied up behind your back, drool rubbing down your sternum and stomach, and legs spread so far apart that your slick is falling in a string down onto the hardwood.

his fingers trail down from your nipples and he finally touches you, your legs buckling. his thigh lands in between yours, keeping one of your legs up and pinned against the wall.

then off goes one edge, you’re panting already, eyes hazy and whimpers loud, having no way to silence them.

then another.

and another

“come on baby, it’s just one more…”

“precious baby, look at you go. how many was that? 7? 8? aw…all swollen and desperate for my touch”

you whimper as tears flow down your face and saliva continue to accumulate on your chest, drying and then gathering again in a messy, dirty cycle.

you can hardly feel your legs another, mindlessly just standing as the cool air calms down your nerves. it’s extra sensitive now and you’re so desperate, knowing that just a few more minutes and that dam of heat in your stomach will break and burst.

panting, his hands find that specific spot again and your eyes roll back, knees buckling like a newborn fawn. your eyes trail him as your head leaned back against the hard wall, pleading him.

and just as you’re about to cum, his hand pulls away and you let out a cry, so understimulated and overstimulated that it’s all so confusing. you watch him intently as price’s lips meet the top of your head as his hands undo the knot that keeps your own locked up and away

you’re confused, aching, and utterly confused when he undos all your ties and gag and carries you into the bathroom, cooing praises and affirmations.

but you’re tired and so you nuzzle up against him, as he draws you a bath.

two days after that, you found yourself on a similar position, hogtied with your head at the edge of the bed.

price got more creative the next time around, finding the softest red rope he could find and tying you up in beautiful, intricate knots only a military man could do...oh wait.

you whimpers as his cock slips into your mouth, your gag was gone today which meant 1.) your jaw isn't sore anymore but also 2.) he's making you say things to get what you want.

"say it baby, say how much you want my cum in you" he looks down at you as his hand grips your hair, yanking your head up to look at him. you're too dazed to look at him fully, eyes hazy and lustful as he denies your orgasm until the number reaches double digits. it was getting harder and harder to even pay attention to his words, the remote-controlled vibe buzzing wildly in between your tied legs.

but just as you were about to cum, he stops it with his other hand on the control. you cry as tears flow freely down your face.

"you didn't answer me...too bad, darling, was feeling nice that time."

you whine and try to inch closer to him, nuzzling his slick cock onto your cheek as an apology. "i need you, please..."

another bubble bath was drawn soon after that.

third day and things were different, no more ropes, gags, vibrators, nothing anymore.

just you say on the john's lap, his lips nuzzled into the crook of your neck as his fingers play around with you, using your sensitive and eager slick as lube. every stroke, every feather-light glaze of his fingers tips and you were so so close to cumming, it felt embarrassing. like you've never been touched by him before, but you have over a hundred times now. if anything he can't keep his hands off of you.

unbeknownst to you, you not cumming was driving him crazy as well. the caretaker role that he lets take over him is screaming as you're left unsatisfied every night before now. but the primal, strict captain in him rejoices whenever he sees you beg, repeating a string of "please" and his name over and over like a prayer. god, it gives him chills. when you cry and throw yourself into his embrace, humping his thigh or arm, so desperate to get off... he feels bad, just a tad bit.

so now he has you gently held in his arms as your nails dig into his skin, feeling so so sensitive. you cry as he stop, begging for more, yet when he does touch you, it feels so overwhelming you beg him to stop. you're confused and your dumb little brain can't process it. he's just trying to make you feel good...

but then he finds the right pace and then the right pressure and you feel his chest rumble with a chuckle as you finally melt into his embrace and rub up against him, panting and letting moans fill your shared bedroom.

"making you feel so good yeah? going so light and gentle yet you're squirming already...gonna cum for me?" john cooed as his pace and pressure stayed consistent, even as your back arches and sweat covers your body.

you feel the familiar feeling at your lower stomach, the burning, cracking fire that's about to burst. more begging and whimpers fall from your lips as his hand continues. you're ready for him to stop, to leave you hanging, messy and slick coating you.

but the arm around your waist holds you still as his pace remains the same. you whimper, "g-gonna cum...fuck!"

he kisses and nibbles the tip of your ear as you scream, your orgasm finally, finally rupturing through you. you feel your back arch as your head digs into john's chest, mouth hanging open as your body tenses up.

the orgasm washing through you for what seems like ages before you can register anything again. the first thing you noticed was the lingering of john's cologne that you hadn't noticed when he had you strip in front of him. and how soft his hands were, holding onto the flesh of your stomach and thigh as he grounds you. and then you hear his voice.

"it's okay, love...poor thing. didn't that feel good, hm?"

you nod, absent-mindly as he holds you close, dragging a throw blanket over you as hooks an arm under your legs to turn you that he's cradling you. he gives you a kiss on your cheek, then your nose, and then a long, soft one on your lips, before one on your forehead, inhaling your scent.

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Dom!Johnny Cade x Sub!Fem!Reader

cw -> filming, cum play, breast play, light degradation (literally like- once), lmk if i missed something!

Word Count -> 1K

It’s held in the 60s guys, so I gotta stay true to it. Old fashioned cameras!

Laying on your back while the camera was taking ages to turn on, you lazily have your hand on Johnny’s hip while he sets it up. 

You were talking about either holding the camera or standing it up, both of you coming to an agreement that having it standing would be more appealing and it’d be better to just take the camera after for some after play.

After what felt like eons, the camera finally turned on and a tape was inserted so it could record properly. Johnny was excited you even agreed to this.

He’d set up a list.. for some odd reason. First, foreplay. Second, sixty nine. Third, actual shaboinking. Four, a sweet scene to tie it together. The amount of time Johnny spent on this was concerning.

Regardless, once the camera was recording, it all began.

Hands came to knead your breasts, his knee grinding against your pussy for some reaction while he looked at the simple vibrator. 

Sex toys weren't popular in the 60s, however he got his hands on one is crazy.

He gently placed it to your clit, the soft buzzing being overpowered by your moans from the tickle of the machinery. It was rather.. pleasant though.

Hands moved to grasp his shoulders in a panic once the settings were turned up quite fast.

“Oh Johnny! Ah, wait, I don’t wanna cum so early, fuck!” You cried out, squeezing his flesh tightly.

Johnny couldn't help but chuckle, making the setting go up just a bit more before he really saw how close he was to getting the first orgasm outta you.

Eyes watery, body twitchy and moans not able to be silenced. You were close and he was excited from the sight.

All of a sudden, the white pleasure hit. Your climax made your back arch off the bed, making you clench on nothing as your arousal fluid spews out onto Johnny’s lower abdomen. You were oblivious to it on your way down from your high.

Johnny wasted no time however, he stripped to the bare minimum and began to get into proper positioning before waiting for you to join.

Head at his crotch and his at yours, you started first by sliding his little bit of foreskin from his tip to reveal the pretty pink colour oozing precum. Your tongue reacted by itself, it was like salty ice cream.

He started shortly after, hands slapping the fat of your ass while he ate your sensitive pussy out like it was his last meal. With his family, it was probably the only good meal he’d get anyway.

Johnny was fighting moans when you suckled at all his little sensitive spots, struggling to hold on when you squeezed his balls so carelessly.

He was nearing his release, and you honestly couldn't even tell if you’d cum again or if you were just dazed. Your first orgasm paired with strenuous activity after was draining.

Once Johnny had let a moan rip from his chest when he shot his seed all down your throat, you let yourself swallow it all before adjusting once more.

Doggy style.

“All fours, like a real female dog. A bitch.” He snarled almost, adjusting behind you before staring into the camera for a second or two. Oh, he was so ready to watch this like it was his favourite show.

Well, it was.. because it had you in it.

A harsh thrust into your walks signaled you to moan out, arms giving out as you let yourself be handled by him. The relentless pounding had you crying out in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, Johnny, hurts! Hurts, baby..” You whined out, clawing at the sheets in a helpless attempt to ground yourself from the pleasure.

At the sudden whines of pain, Johnny stopped for a second or two, giving your rear a light pat before starting up again.

This amount of time wasn’t sufficient, but you knew it was all you were gonna get so you took it without complaint. Well- the only complaint now was that another climax was nearing.

You couldn't even say anything, only emit a loud cry before the climax hit you. Walls clamping, body seizing up and the moist feeling of your squirt hit poor Johnny’s body.

However, this didn’t stop the determined young fellow. He kept going relentlessly, kissing your face all over in silent praise as moans spoke for themselves when he reached his peak too.

Coming down from such strong, shared highs, you watch as he looks into your oozing core, stuffing his face in to suck out any cum before spitting it onto your chest to rub it in.

To claim you as his.

His bitch.

The feeling makes you a bit disgusted, but you simply accept it and sigh happily. What a dream that was.

Johnny hops off to find a warm towel to clean you both up, arriving in no less than a few seconds with a damp hand towel and using it to clean your exterior. Chest and pussy mess.

He cleans his own mess and the squirt you’d shot at him after, finally pressing a kiss to your lips sweetly and chastely before moving to turn off the camera and save the tape.

“I think that was pretty good, no?” You asked with a soft smile, admiring every inch of his body.

From his poking out ribs to his sweet tender fingers meticulously working the camera, you were even swooning over the way he looked while focused.

“Yeah baby, you were yellin’ bloody hell over there. Enjoyed yourself?” He asked with his signature soft smile, making it bring a smile to your own face.

A nod came in response as you settled into bed and watched him for the remaining time before your eyes shut and everything faded into a calm and relaxing haven of sleep. 

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Hi, can you do hc’s of ellie having a crush on/dating a friendly and outgoing girl ❤️

a/n: hey, im taking time today to get to my inbox and write for ellie my beloved… i feel a lot more confident now given that i am just ab finished with part one of the game but still, reserving my time for writing! so send requests, i have a few but still 🫣 anyways, thank u anon ilu

ellie is such an ambivert so whenever she’s around someone more introverted she’s determined to pull them out of their shell, but when she’s around you, an obvious extrovert, she can feel herself drawing inwards

she first noticed you on her first day in jackson and found herself dumbstruck as she watched you tell what seemed like an interesting story to a group of people your age. they all seemed so entranced, and ellie couldn’t lie, she was too.

she felt like such a stalker after that day, writing down your name in her journal with small doodles of your face and side profile. the way you so effortlessly drew people in, how you made everyone feel welcome and included, everything about you left her in a daze.

quickly after arriving she fell in with dina and her group of friends so she would find herself sneaking out at night to drink and play games in dina’s basement.

to her suprise, you were there. not to her suprise, you were there with a guy, and whatever hope she had of ever being with you was crushed. you didn’t even look like you liked the guy, she thought, as she watched you subtly push his hand away from your face.

later that night ellie cornered dina to ask her about you, the one drink in her system showing itself suddenly.

“what do you know about yn?”

dina snorted. “what, do you have a crush on her?” it was meant to be a joke, at this point ellie had not made it clear that she was into girls, but when dina saw the way her face faltered she completely changed her tune.

“oh shit, you do!”

“shut up, i do not.”

“well, get in line.”

“you have a cr-?” ellie was confused.

“what?! no, but practically every guy here does, she never pays them any mind though.” she said gesturing to you, again as you looked completely uninterested in the guy in front of you.

“oh.” was all ellie could say.

from that day on she interacted with you infrequently, occasionally having short conversations with you during class where her cheeks would burn a bright red whenever you laughed

plus, her crush went away for a while when she had a fling with cat. but as soon as that was over she was right back to stealing glances at you at community events

so here she was, harboring a four year crush on someone who didn’t even know who she was, it felt pathetic

it all came to a head when she started getting assignments around the town and was paired with you in the stables

she was shocked when you greeted her with a wide smile on your face

“hey! ellie, right?”

“yeah,” ellie let out a breathless laugh “you know my name?”

“town’s not that big, ellie.” you laughed as you watched her cheeks grow red like they always did when she spoke to you

since you could talk to a brick wall it was no shocker that you and ellie talked throughout your entire assignment

everytime elle would make you laugh she would feel so accomplished even though a part of her knew you were just being nice

after that day ellie practically begged maria to put her on the stables with you, even going as far as to say she would take two assignments a day if she just got to do the one with you

you were so good at making her feel comfortable, and a part of her felt like you were flirting with her half the time, but her insecurities got the best of her

soon enough you were inviting ellie everywhere… to secret parties, to show her a flower you found growing behind the stables, and even just to get a sandwich with you at the tipsy bison

ellie knew that you were nowhere close to hers but she couldn’t help but get jealous when she would see how well you interacted with others… she knew it was your nature but it still burned

whenever she would see you laugh a little too hard at a joke she wanted to turn around and throw up, but she didn’t… the sound of your laughter was peace enough

one night she decided to walk you home and after she had finished saying good bye you reached up and kissed her

she was so dumbstruck that she just stared at you, and how beautiful your eyes looked with the snow catching on your eyelashes. she was so wrapped up in your beauty and by the taste of your lips still on hers that she didn’t even recognize the horror that was painted so clearly over your face

“shit.. ellie i am so sorry, i don’t know why i did that. i thought there was something between us but i so clearly misread that and i shouldn’t have assumed just because of cat that you would like me. god i feel so dumb especially since this has happened to me where people think just because i’m nice to them they can kiss me or something but i should have nev-“

you were cut off by ellie pressing her lips to yours again, her hand gripping the back of your head

you couldn’t tell how long you had been kissing but when she pulled away her lips were swollen and you were dizzy

“you didn’t misread anything.”

“obviously.” you laughed.

after that the little invites you gave ellie began to feel more and more like dates, especially since they almost always ended with your hands down her pants

when you became official, ellie knew she had to find a way to be secure with you

she knew you wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, but it wasn’t you she didn’t trust. it was the people who often took advantage your kindness

so she would be extremely protective over you, everytime you two were at a party together she would have her arm wrapped around your waist, her fingers brushing the top of your hip

she would occasionally pull you in for a sloppy kiss whenever she would notice someone staring at you for too long. even though she hated PDA she felt it was necessary when being with you so people knew exactly who you were with

even though it made her nervous she would never ask you to change. it was just who you were and it was one of the things that made her fall for you in the first place.

whenever you would get antsy at a party because you wanted to go and talk to large groups of people she would gently push you towards them with a “go fly, my little social butterfly.”

she was more than happy to take a backseat and watch you thrive

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bongjeingan for Dazed Korea - October 2022

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The Brute and The Scholar

Chapter Four | I Wish You Would Cassian x Fem!Reader Previous Chapter | Next Chapter Series Masterlist | General Masterlist

word count: 5.7k

warnings: cursing

author's note: a shorter one but the next one will be longer (i hope). let me know what you think n thanks for the support so far!

You and Cassian walked to your house in silence.  

The sun was setting, illuminating the sky with a mix of pink and blue and orange with round, thick clouds scattered about.

“Enjoy the flight?”  Cassian’s voice brought you out from your daze and you looked at him.

He had his signature boyish grin with eyes so bright it looked like they were glowing.  You stared at him for a minute before responding, admiring them much to your disbelief.

“Wouldn't know,” you clicked your tongue.  

His grin widened.  “I know.  You even started snoring.”

You rolled your eyes and fought the smile that threatened to appear.

You walked in silence again and you crossed your arms, trying to preserve whatever body heat you had.

“I think the Autumn trip went well,” he spoke again.

He talks so much.

“I agree.”

You could see him nod and glance at you.  “I think we,” he started and cleared his throat.  

Cassian wanted to talk to you about what happened, the almost two kisses but you had acted like it never happened and that pained him.  He thought about it all the time, in fact it was the only thing he thought about.  He remembered it so vividly like you were actually in front of him with lips parted, leaning into him with the most welcoming look in your eyes and your skin soft against his rough hands. 

But you?  Cassian swore you didn't even remember that it happened.  You regarded him like before: physically and emotionally distant and verbally harsh.

You glanced back at him, waiting for the discussion that was inevitable. 

You thought about it too.  But most of all you thought of the way he looked at you, like you were the only person to exist in the world and the only person to matter in that moment.  Both times he seemed genuine in his affection with a soft voice and touch that for some reason you itched to feel again.  You’d never experienced anything like it not just because you'd never had any romantic interactions with a male before but because you've never felt that pull and utter sense of comfort with someone before.  It felt so natural to be in his grasp and sometimes it felt even more so in his presence even if you struggled with it.

“I think we should talk about what happened,” he finally said at last and you almost didn't hear him over the wind.

“What do you mean?”  You tightened your arms across your chest and made it a point to not look at him.

His footsteps ceased and you turned to look at him and he had stopped and there was so much hurt on his face that you could feel it spread from your stomach to your chest; you almost grabbed your chest at the sensation.

“What do you mean?”  He snarled.  He marched towards you and you matched his steps, backing up.  

Cassian didn't mean to get angry.  In fact he hadn't gotten angry at this entire situation this whole time.  You were avoidant by nature it seemed so he had learned to not take it personal but acting like that wasn’t a mutual feeling was so mind boggling that his anger took him by surprise.

“Don't tell me you didn't feel it too.”

You tilted your head.  “Feel what?”

He scoffed but his face was still contorted in pain.  “The want.  The–the need.”  He emphasized the word and you sucked in a breath.

He wasn't exaggerating.  He felt an insatiable need for you that was so foreign to him that he hit a mental wall every time he tried to make sense of it.  The best conclusion he had come up with was that it was unfinished; he needed to know how it ended.  He needed to know how you tasted and felt and sounded and he felt like he was going to go crazy if he didn't know.

“We were locked up in an estate for weeks together.”  You let out a breath, looking over his shoulder, fighting the cringe when you saw the talon on his wing shine in the sun.  “Things like that happen.  Cabin fever is very real.”  You looked back at him.

Cassian felt breathless but he hid it, straightening himself.  He nodded, his face suddenly still, neutral.  “Understood.”  Then he stepped around you and continued towards your house.

The acknowledgment of your rejection hit you hard and for once you had no explanation as to why you hated that he accepted it so easily.  But you trashed the thought despite your instant but brief regret.  It was true; you had been there and spent almost every waking moment together.  Platonic feelings were bound to be confused as lust or romantic feelings; it was fact.

You turned and walked to catch up to him.

He stopped at the front gate of your house and gave you a curt nod.  “Goodnight.”

His sudden change in his attitude towards you was making your palms sweaty and your heart race in your chest.  

“Goodnight, Cassian.”  You opened the gate and shut it behind you.  “Thank you for walking me home.”

His eyes were softer now even though his face was hard and he gave you a smile and a shrug.  “It's never a bother.”

The wind felt like blades on your skin as you skated around the edges of the pond.  It was too cold to run this morning so this was the next best thing.

You had ditched your coat shortly into it because you got so hot that the jacket was sticky and uncomfortable against your skin, so now a thin long sleeve was the only thing that protected you against the December air.

It had been weeks since you returned to Autumn and you and Cassian had gone back to your normal routine of working on correspondences from Eris and Tamlin and the other High Lords and your occasional banter.  He seemed to move on from your disagreeable moment the first night back and was relaxed around you also seeking to forget about the whole thing.

But you didn't.  You spent hours on the ice hoping the wind would take the memories of it away.  You didn't get hot from the exertion but from remembering how attracted you had felt to him in those moments.  He was so strong but so tender in how he beheld you whether it was in his touches or looks or verbiage and it sent a chill throughout your entire body.  

You spun and thought about his lips on your forehead and cheeks and how soft but firm it's been and you needed to know what it felt like on your lips and to your surprise, on other parts of your body.  This level of attraction made your vision darken and took your breath away in the worst way.

In a swift turn of your skate you got out of the spin you were in and moved to quicken your speed so you could jump in the air but as you went to do it five words floated in your mind and you missed your mark, hitting the ice.

I’ll kiss you another time.

It had been a promise but you took it as a threat.  A threat to your composure, a threat that would turn your entire world upside down.

You pushed yourself up and fought to catch your breath.  The words ran in a loop in your brain and you gritted your teeth.  Standing up, you brushed off the ice and snow off your gloves and body and you took off again.

A few minutes passed and you felt him and when you turned to find him you saw him leaning against a tree with your discarded jacket in his arms.

Scowling you skated towards him, coming to a stop in front of the fence that divided you both.

“What do you want?”  You crossed your arms, suddenly cold.

He pushed himself off the tree, a lazy smile adorned his face,

“Hello to you too.”

You rolled your eyes and casually pushed yourself back as he came towards you.

“Tamlin responded to our request to visit.”

You gave him an expectant look and he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to you.

“He said we can but after Calanmai.”

You snorted. “That's three months away.”

He shrugged.  “At least he accepted it.”

You nodded and hummed in agreement.

Speaking with Tamlin was probably the most difficult thing you had ever done.  He made it clear he wasn't actually reading or attempting to understand what you were saying to him.  Speaking to him in person was the only option to settle this.

“How did you know where I was?”  You asked while looking over the letter.

You could sense the smile in his voice as he responded.  “Your mom.”

You grunted.  Figures.

You handed the letter back to him.  “You could've waited until I came in.  You know that right?”

His eyes sparkled and his smile grew.  “I wanted to see you.”

You frowned.  “You see me every day for hours.”

“I know.”

Weirdo.  “I’ll see you later.”  You turned and called out over your shoulder.  “And put my jacket back!”

He laughed and shouted.  “It was nice to see you, too!”

“Do you have any plans for Solstice?”  

You and Feyre had been going through letters from the High Lords which were just status updates about the repairs to their territories after the war.

You pondered the question.  “Nothing big; it's just me and my mom.”

She smiled at you and gave you a look.  

“We were wondering if you two wanted to come here and celebrate with us.  It's just dinner and gift exchanges.  Nothing special.”  She added each sentence hoping it would entice you.

She knew you were skittish with everyone despite your best efforts to seem casual.  It was unfortunate that your anxiety manifested physically so it was painfully obvious you were nervous and incredibly uncomfortable.

You gave her a small smile.  “I’ll see and let you know.”

Cassian came in the room, tracking snow and he shook his head, more falling from his hair.  He had Nyx in tow, the young boy also covered in snow and red from playing with his uncle and he had the biggest smile on his face.

“You have fun baby?”  Feyre cooed, making her way to him and giving him a hug.

“Uh huh!”  He responded and then pointed to Cassian.  “I hit him with a snowball this big!”  And spread his arms.

You laughed at that because of how ridiculous it was; there was no snowball that big but Cassian did have a circular red mark on his face indicating that the boy did in fact hit him.

“You think that's funny?”  Cassian called out to you with a playful smirk.

“You probably deserved it.”

He ran his tongue over his teeth.  “Probably.”

Feyre left with Nyx to give him a bath and put him in new clothes and Cassian sat in front of the fire to warm up.  

“Anything new?”  He looked over his shoulder and you were writing with your head in your hand.

He still wanted you.  He still thought of you.  The winter weather agreed with you and you looked beautiful with your windblown hair and red cheeks and nose.   The look of concentration while you read and wrote and spoke sent him into staring at you dumbly in awe.

“Everyone is worried about what to do with Hybern.”  You mumbled.

For a while the only sound was your pen on the paper.

“What do you think?”

You sighed through your nose.  “We need a ruler there.  Hybern has been the star of all the conflicts so a stable, sane person needs to be there to keep them in check.”

He laughed quietly.  “Love your take on things, professor.”

You rolled your eyes.  He had resorted to that nickname a few days ago when you lectured him on the importance of being tactful with people even if you didn't like them. 

Cassian had scoffed at that because first, you were not tactful with him and second, there was nothing wrong with threatening someone who wasn't cooperating.

“I’m not a professor,” you grumbled as you sealed a letter with a wax emblem of the Night Court’s sigil.

“You act like one.”  

“Shut up.”

He smirked.  “You coming to Solstice?” 

You hummed.  “For a bit.  I have something to do later that night.”

He raised an eyebrow and looked over at you.  You were still engrossed in writing.

“What do you have to do?”

“Stuff.”

“Like…?”  

You shrugged and looked at him.  “I have my own family you know.”

He rolled his eyes at your tone.  “Your mom isn’t coming?”

You hummed again.  “She’s keeping the store open late for last minute gifts.”

“Ah,” he nodded his head.

He didn't need you to be at Solstice for him to get you a gift.  In fact he had already gotten you one and unbeknownst him so had you.

You were stressed about Solstice.  You'd never been one for parties; there were always too many people, too many different variables, and it was exhausting trying to mentally navigate it all.  You didn't have to do that of course, but it was ingrained in your nature to overthink everything you did, especially in front of people.

You had contemplated not going entirely.  It wasn't worth the stress you kept telling yourself but you didn't want to be rude especially if the invitation had been given from the High Lady.

So, here you were putting on earrings and fixing your hair with sweaty, shaking hands.

There was a knock at the door, but you paid it no mind as you grabbed your jacket, shoes, and purse.  Looking around the room with a grim look, you nodded and headed out bounding down the stairs.

You could see someone standing by the door with their ankles crossed and hands in their pocket but you didn't have to see their face to know it was Cassian.

He was wearing a plain white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and draped across his arm was a coat.  His top few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing an intricate valley or muscle, hair, and tattoos.

The sight made you stop and you could feel your entire body flush.  He looked good.  Too good.

Despite leaning against the wall, not moving, seeing you made him stop and stiffen.  You looked like the definition of royalty.

Your dress was a mix of silver and gold and the cut low and loose and his eyes betrayed him as he traced the outline of your breast.  The dress was snug on you, almost too snug.  The waistline dipped and flowed up and the skirt flared out just enough to create movement when you walked.

The two of you exchanged a look of disbelief and agony.

“What are you–”

“You look nice.”  He cut you off.  He needed to say it otherwise he felt like he might explode.

You frowned and he smiled.  There she is.

“What are you doing here?”  You asked, standing in front of him, giving him a wary look.

“Walking you to the house.”

You squinted at him.  “I can walk by myself.  I've done it before.”

“Not in a dress and heels.”

“I’m wearing boots until I get there.”  You then pointed to a pair of snow boots to the side of him.

You got him there.

“Well, it's cold.”

“And I have a jacket.”  You raised an eyebrow at him and annoyance flickered across his face.

“By the cauldron Y/N, let me walk you to the fucking house,” he hissed and you jerked your head, taken aback by his demeanor.

You studied his face.  His eyes appeared darker than normal as they looked at you and all you could see was determination.  He was going to walk with you no matter what.

You huffed.  “Fine.  Be useful and carry that bag over there, then.”  You jerked your head and turned away from him.

Cassian scowled and pushed himself off the wall and stalked towards the gift bag, picking it up.  It was heavier than he thought and when he looked inside it was filled with wrapped presents.

“Are you ready?”  He called out to you as you made it to the doorway to the kitchen.

You whirled around to face him.  “Don't fucking rush me,” you snapped and he snorted in disbelief.  Incredible.

Your mother had let Cassian in with a smile.

“Is Y/N still here?  I was going to walk her to the house.”  He said, rubbing his hands together.  

“Yes, she's getting ready.  You can go up if you’d like.”  She said, turning towards the kitchen.

“It’s okay.  I’ll wait.”  He leaned against the wall and stared up the stairs.

She lingered in the kitchen doorway for a moment, watching him and a wave of nostalgia washed over here as she studied the look in his eyes, so filled with excitement and wanting.  She’s seen that look before.

You had hidden your mother’s Solstice gift in the coat closet and you grabbed it and carried it into the kitchen.

“Happy Solstice, mom.”  You said and she turned around, a bowl and a whisk in her hand.

You lifted the canvas and she smiled, putting everything down.

There was a photo of your parents that was centuries old, so old that it had started to fade so you commissioned Feyre for a painting of it months ago.

On your parents' first date your father took your mother to an art gallery and strategically asked for a photo in front of a painting of a couple who were staring into the sunset and it was titled “Love Has No Bounds.”  Your father always said that he knew he was going to marry your mother from the first time he saw her and this was his way of manifesting it.

She teared up, staring at the portrait.  “Even here, he is so full of life.”  She whispered, tracing your father's face.

You fought back tears and forced a smile.  “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it.”  She whispered and gave you a tight hug.  

You hugged her back, burying your face in her neck.

You felt so guilty.

Solstice was better than you expected as was every social event you freaked out about.

You sat next to Nesta; she had become your comfort person in the group.  You sat next to her at every dinner and event if you could help it and she did the same.  The only time you didn’t was if it was a formal dinner, where you and Cassian had to give updates on your correspondences with the High Lords.

Cassian sat across from you, nursing a glass of whiskey.  He had been watching you the entire night with Nesta.  Your legs were crossed, bouncing a heeled foot gently as you spoke about gods knows what but whatever it was made you talk with your hands and smile widely.

He couldn’t help but mimic your smile.

“You’re drooling,” Morrigan snickered beside him and he sucked his teeth at her.

“Shut up.”

She sipped her wine and shrugged her shoulders.  “She is beautiful.”

Cassian couldn’t agree more.  Your hair was half up, secured with a pin adorned with pears with silver earrings and a silver star necklace your mom had gotten you for Solstice.  Despite your relaxed posture, your back with straight and Cassian’s eyes trailed your body, taking in the curve of your neck, your round breast, and the fullness of your hips.

You felt him stare at you.  You didn’t notice anyone else ever, but you always noticed him.  Felt him and saw him in a way that was overwhelming.

You risked a glance at him and he was staring at you intently and you swallowed, feeling exposed, and he gave you a small smirk, raising his glass and tilted his head.  You did the same, feeling your skin prickle.

“We should play two truths and a lie!”  Varian said, his arm around Amren.  She rolled his eyes but the entire group agreed.

“Y/N first,” he smirked at you.  “We don’t know a lot about you.”

You blushed.  “I'm too private then I fear.”

Everyone laughed and you cleared your throat, trying to think of something.

“Okay,” you clicked your tongue.  “I am a godparent, I was in a band in high school, and I have a pet duck.”  You smiled and looked around the room.

Everyone looked at each other, trying to figure it out.  Cassian gave you an inquisitive, but amused look and was the first to answer.

“You were not in a band.”

You shrugged.  “Maybe, or not.”

“The duck one seems outlandish,” Morrigan mumbled.

You tried to hide your smile and waited for everyone to answer.

They were all wrong.  “I am not a godparent.”  You said proudly and everyone started talking at once.

“I don’t believe you!”  Nesta exclaimed, hitting your arm.

“I swear on the Mother,” you laughed.  “There were six of us.  We were on the volleyball team together.”

“You played volleyball?”  Feyre asked in disbelief.

“Yes,” you laughed again.  “I was really involved in sports when I was younger.”

“You never skated competitively?  Cassian asked and everyone looked at him, confused as to how he knew that.

“No,” you shook your head.  “That was just a hobby with my father.”  Sadness flickered in your eyes and you smiled softly.

Everyone gave a solemn nod and Lucien chuckled.  “You do not look like someone who did anything but read.”

You rolled your eyes.  “Fuck off.  I definitely have a personality outside of here.”

Cassian’s eyes twinkled and you knew exactly what he was thinking: there she is.

“And the duck?”  Elain asked.

“Mittens.”  You beamed.  You loved your duck.  She lived in the back garden, eating pests and laying eggs whenever she felt like it.

“Mittens?”  Azriel laughed and your face turned serious.

“Her wings are a different color; it looks like she’s wearing gloves.”  You opened your purse and grabbed a photo of you and her and your father and passed it around.  “She was rejected by her mom so I took her home and my dad and I nursed her.”

“Never heard of a pet duck,” Rhysand muttered, inspecting the picture.

You just shrugged again and put the picture away.

“That man in the picture is your father?”  Nesta asked and you felt the urge to correct her to use past tense but you just nodded.

“Is he dead?”  Nyx spoke up and you felt your heart drop into your stomach and Feyre hushed him.

“You can’t ask things like that.”

You tried to give the boy a smile.  It wasn’t his fault; he was in the ‘always asking questions’ stage.  “He is.”

“How?”  Feyre and Rhysand shot him a look.

You were holding your hands so tightly together your fingernails were digging into your skin but you maintained your composure.  “We can talk about that another time, but all that matters is that he died a warrior’s death.”  At my hand, you wanted to add, but you didn’t.

The atmosphere was thick but you just smiled at Nyx and leaned back into the couch, trying to convey that you weren’t phased by it and it seemed to work because everyone moved on, playing the game, but you kept your eyes on the wall, fighting back memories and feelings and tears and Cassian noticed this and you knew he did and a small part of you was glad.

Presents were opened soon after and everyone had opened the ones you got and Cassian was the last one to open yours.  

He was careful with the packaging which was surprising and you waited with a big smile, excited for him to see it.

You had it made specifically for him.  The sheaths he had were worn down but he refused to get new ones because he liked the ones he had so you figured out the kind of leather his current ones were and the measurements of his swords and daggers and had it custom made for him.  It was black because they didn't have brown but you preferred this color better and the stitching was red, matching the color of his siphons.

He opened the box and stared at it for a minute and your heart dropped, worrying he didn't like it but then he smiled and picked up the card you had written and laughed.

New sheaths because yours look like shit.  Now you'll look more serious.  I hope you like them.  -Y/N

He looked at you and his eyes were bright and glistening and you blushed.

“You like them?”  You asked and he didn't respond.  

Instead he got up and made his way to you and hugged you, cupping the back of your neck and running his hand down your back, almost sensually.

He kissed your cheek and ran his lips along it until it reached your ear.  “Thank you,” he whispered, smiling.

He pulled away and for a second there was a look that was much more than gratitude but you averted your eyes, blushing.

“You're welcome.”

He went back to his seat, plopping down and unsheathed his dagger and put it in the new ones and made a noise of excitement.  “How did you know the measurements?”

“You left them in the office a few months ago, so I measured them and got the label from inside the sheath so I could figure out the make and model and whatever.”  You waved your hand dismissively.  You were glad he liked it but you were growing more anxious and uncomfortable with the attention from him and everyone else.

He hummed, looking it over and trailing his finger along the red stitching.  “Thank you.”

You nodded and interlocked your fingers.

You got your gifts after Elain and it was an assortment of books and scrap booking materials as well as a gift card for a clothing shop.  Cassian’s gift was last.

The wrapping was horrible but the box was pristine and beautiful, a sky blue color with a gold trim and when you opened the box you gasped and let out a shriek.

“Oh my gods!”  You exclaimed and lifted the skate.

It was one of the best skates in the market with a thin blade for speed and long laces to secure the shoe against your leg.  It was white leather; exactly the color you wanted.  

He also wrote a note and despite his handwriting being awful and almost unintelligible, you read it immediately like it was your own handwriting.

Proper skates for a proper figure skater.

You'd wanted these for long but could never justify buying them because of the price.  You'd had your current skates for years and while they still worked and were intact, they were incredibly worn and wobbly.

You wanted to hug him but was too nervous to do it in front of everyone especially after the scene from earlier and you knew if you did that you would start crying so you just smiled wide, probably the biggest one you had in a while.

“Thank you,” you breathed out, clutching the skate against your chest.

He just gave you a nod, smiling with an unreadable expression on his face.

Once the presents had been distributed you checked the clock and started to gather your things.

“I’m sorry everyone, but I'm gonna have to go.  Thank you for inviting me.”

You made your way to the front door with a chorus of goodbyes behind you and while putting your coat on Cassian appeared behind you.

“Let me walk you home.”

“I’m not going home,” you replied, wrapping your scarf around your neck.

“Okay, then let me walk you to wherever you're going.”

“Your obsession with walking me everywhere is concerning, Cassian.”

He let out a small laugh.  “I just want to make sure you're safe.”

You fluffed your hair and turned to him.  “I’m always safe.”

He tilted his head at you and your mind swirled with explanation as to why he looked so pained.

“Let me just make sure.”

You sighed.  So persistent.

“Fine.”

You made it to the cemetery just before midnight and you were glad for it.  You'd hate for your father to be alone on Solstice.  Your mother had come earlier that day and you could've gone with her but you liked being alone with him.

Cassian hadn't said a word to you the entire walk there and didn't say anything as the gravestones appeared.  You appreciated it.

You found your father's grave instantly and laid out a blanket so you could sit on it.  Rummaging through your purse you pulled out a couple of pictures; one of you and your mom at your college graduation and one of the two of you with Mittens in the garden.

“Printed these for you,” you mumbled and placed the pictures against the stone.  “Mittens is fully grown now and permanently lives outside but don't worry she has a heated house and hay.  She's fine.  Mom is better; she's at the shop everyday and enjoys it more and more.  I was helping her a lot but I got a job working for the Court as an Emissary which has been really cool.  I got back from the Autumn Court the other week with my partner, Cassian.  You might remember him from The War.”

Cassian turned his head at the mention of his name but he quickly realized you were speaking to the gravestone–your father–and turned around, giving you privacy.

He assumed your father was dead because he never saw him but never wanted to bring it up unless you did first.  But he did wonder, as most people would, how he died and if it had anything to do with your panic attacks and nervousness around his wings.  But again, he never asked.

He turned around again when he heard crying and you were hunched over with your hands covering your face, your body shaking.

He felt the instinctive urge to go to you so he did but stopped when he heard you speak again through sobs.

“I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry, dad.”

He felt a pain so severe that he put his hand on his stomach.  Your grief was so strong and it surrounded him and it hurt him.

A twig snapped under his foot and you stiffened, looking over your shoulder.

The moonlight illuminated your face and he could see the tears and snot and your puffy, red eyes and again he felt a pang of pain ring out on his chest.

He knelt beside you and placed a hand on your back, rubbing it.  “You okay?”

You looked at him like you were considering your response and you were.  You weren't sure what to say to him.

“Yes.” you whispered, looking back at your father’s name on the stone.

Pyter Col

Commander of the First Night Court Legion

Husband, Mate, and Father

Martyr of the Attack on Velaris

You didn't explain yourself; Cassian understood.  He understood now the story, or at least some of it, and the grief you were experiencing, so he just kept rubbing your back while you stared at the gravestone and the memorabilia you had left for him.

You straightened slightly and despite your keen awareness of Cassian’s wings you leaned into him, placing your head on your shoulder.  You were too tired to be scared, too hurt to be scared of something that already killed something inside of you.  How much more could it take if you had nothing left?

Cassian didn't notice his wing wrapping around you, shielding you from the wind and neither did you.

Cassian walked you back to your house.  

You stuck close to him and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, keeping you from slipping on the ice and also just to touch you.  He hadn't in so long and a part of him was fulfilled with just this minimal contact, his hand covering your shoulder and his fingers grazing your arm.

You didn't touch him back but you welcomed the warmth his hand and arm brought to your body.  The coat could only shield you so much.

Usually, Cassian would walk you to your gate, but tonight he opened it and led you to your front door, his hand gracefully slipping from your shoulder to your hand, loosely interlacing your fingers.  You let him.

You rummaged through your purse for your keys and placed it in the door but you didn't unlock it or push it open.  Instead you whirled around and wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug and he stumbled slightly but found his footing and wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you as you squeezed him.

You wanted to say so much.  Thank you for the gift; thank you for comforting me; it’s so hard being and feeling this alone.

But you didn't.  

“Thank you for the skates.”  You mumbled against his ear and he squeezed his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

You pulled away and you two gazed at each other for a moment.  Silent questions floated in the air but neither of you attempted to ask or answer them; you had already done so before so what was the point in blurring the lines again?

But the lines were going to be blurred again tonight.

His eyes were saying so much and it was like you could hear it in your head.  Let me kiss you; please kiss me; thank you for the gift; I want you;  I need you.

He didn't say anything, though.  He opted to press a kiss to your forehead and let his lips stay there, trying to compose himself before he did something that would disrupt the harmony you two had reestablished.  

He pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours.  “Goodnight Y/N.”

You tilted your head up, your entire body throbbing.  You touched his nose with yours.  “Goodnight Cassian.”

He pulled away and let out a deep, silent sigh.  His pupils were blown making his eyes so dark opposed to his naturally bright hazel.  He gently squeezed your waist one last time and stepped back.

You gave him one last look before unlocking the door and stepping inside.

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