I, Yet Again, Need Help Finding A Fic.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ cassian x reader x azriel

.・゜-: ✧ :- cassian wants a baby. sm//ut

You couldn't recall how long you've been here. It could be hours. Days. Years. You could spend the rest of your life here and you wouldn't mind. Not as long as you were theirs.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Az and I fucking you until you're with child? Fuck, I want nothing more than to watch as you swell, tits get heavy and filled with milk. As you become a desperate little whore for Az and I. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Az and I filling you to the brim with us?"

You couldn't reply as Azriel fucked your mouth, the choked sounds as he pounded without forgiveness the only response you gave. That and your trembling walls, tightening around him. "And what would you say, Az?"

Cassian fists your hair, jerking your mouth away from Azriel. Azriel lets out a hiss, fingers curling around the air of the table. With a hard thrust, let out a whimper. Cassian's thrusts slowed, the pause had you grinding back against him. The heat in your belly, the one that neither started nor ended in your cunt, throbbed with need.

With them.

During his pause, Cassian waits to see if you need a break. If you need his relentless neverending pace to let up. You shook your head, Cassian's rhythm where he left off.

You were certain you'd have purple bruises on your hips. You knew Azriel would take great care in rubbing a salve on them, in kissing away the soreness after he presses into the fresh intensity of them, reveling in the jerk of your body and the sounds that came from you.

"What?" Azriel demanded. His hips buck against the empty air, the arm pinned high on your back grasping a handful of Cassian's thick arm. You look up at Azriel. "Would you like to see our dearest Y/n with your child? My child? They're fucking marvelous as it is, of course, but Cauldron, I don't think I'd be able to keep my hands off them,"

Azriel heaved, cock straining harder if possible. Cassian released your hair, Azriel taking back his place. You gagged around him. He buried himself to the hilt, resting against the back of your throat. Cassian cursed at the sight. At how well you took them both.

Azriel waited until you adjusted to his size — until you were no longer fighting for lovely oxygen — before his pace slowed. "I think she'll have to earn it," Their conversation — as casual as it would be if they were asking about fucking flowers or the weather — only continued.

Azriel's cock left you thoroughly gagged, unable to offer input of any kind. It drove you insane. Your nails dug into Cassian's wrist. "I think they're doing pretty well now, wouldn't you say? Do you remember there was a time she could hardly take one of us? Now, look at her. A wonderful whore,"

You moaned. The sound was only drowned out by Azriel's pace quickening again. Cassian smacked your ass, the color now tinted with pale pink.

Hot spurts of cum shot down your throat, the salty taste of Azriel filling your mouth. You swallowed. Azriel pulled out, crouching down to kiss the top of your head. He smoothed his scarred fingers through your hair, brushing it out of your eyes. You panted, only able to focus on the pressure Cassian was putting on your clit. The pressure building in your core.

"You're doing so wonderfully, aren't you, Y/n?" He waited until you nodded, kissing you gently. If he could taste himself on your mouth, he made no show of it.

You were so sensitive to the world around you. You could feel each vein on Cassian's cock, each touch Azriel left on you as his hand moved down, pinching a nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand gently tilted your head to the side, leaving marks in the wake of his mouth as he branded you as his own.

You clamped down around Cassian, crying when you came. Tired, body exhausted, and covered in sweat and fluids from the previous rounds they'd already put your body through. Cassian kept his pace, his hips hitting the back of you as he didn't ease up his touch on your clit.

"Azriel, Azriel, Azriel, Cassian, Cassian, Az, Cass, please—" Their names blurred together, muddled as you begged as another release built within you. Cassian came with a shout, leaning over you and kissing the back of your neck.

You clenched your jaw, nearly bursting into tears when he pulled out of you, entirely empty for the first time in hours. Azriel was already hard again, his gentle murmurings falling onto deaf ears when he stood again, taking Cassian's place.

"We should," Azriel says, all pretense from before was gone. "Fuck her until she can't walk. Until she can't think of anything other than how full of our seed she is,"

Cassian chuckles, tilting your head up, "I think she's nearly there," Your eyes rolled back when Azriel pushed himself into you. Your walls quivered, tightening down onto his large girth.

"What would you like, doll?" Cassian's hazel eyes darkened. "Do you want our baby? Do you want the frenzy that comes with it? You can hardly keep your hands off us now. You'll be insatiable. Do you want that?"

Your cries as Azriel fucked you answered enough.

Unrequited pt. 2

azriel (acotar) x reader

*this is part 2! Sorry for the wait guys! I really struggled with this and low-key I don’t like it but I hope y'all do! I wanna write the scenes after this but idk how im gonna make it work lol. anyway, enjoy!

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What you hadn’t realized was that Azriel left a few minutes later, walking to your apartment to make sure you had gotten home safe.

All of a sudden he heard whimpers and labored breathing coming from the alley.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you laying on the ground and bleeding out. He felt a tug in his chest. A click. Panic instilled in him as he gently but swiftly picked you up and flew you to Madja.

“Hang on y/n, you’re so strong” he whispered

In those moments, he feared for you. Fear that was so strong. Something he had never felt before.

He rushed into the house laying you on the bed gently before he was shoved out by the Madja so she could try to save you.

Azriel alerted the others and then collapsed into a chair, sitting in silence. A tear slipped out of his eye at the thought he may have been too late to save you.

You. His mate.

Why, of all the times did the bond have to click while you were on the brink of death. In a situation where you may not make it out alive. It wasn’t fair.

He wondered if you had known. Could that be the reason why you had been distancing yourself from him? Because you didn’t expect or want him to be your mate? But if you had known you would’ve said something, right? You wouldn’t keep it a secret? So many thoughts kept racing through his head.

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I Can Teach You

dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count // 1,858

warnings // SMUT(18+) minors DNI!, swearing, innocence kink, undefined age gap (reader is 21+), use of pet names, oral (both m and f receiving), slight dry humping, mentions of smoking

summary // Bucky teaches Y/n what she missed out on in college

“-And this is my little girl, Y/n.” Your father introduces you to the man in front of you; his eyes roam your body for a second, taking you in. You were too naive to take any notice and instead, give him a warm smile as he places his hand on your arm before giving it a tight squeeze, “Y/n. S’pretty name. I’m Bucky.” You notice his hand lingering a lot longer on your arm than when he introduced himself to the other women at the party. In fact, he had only shook hands with them. But, of course, you shook it off, guessing that it could be because he was closest to your father of all people.

“So, Y/n, how’s it feel to be living back home? Missin’ college yet?” Bucky asks, leaning closer to you so you could hear over the loud conversations happening around you both. “Um, I love being home, actually. College wasn’t what everyone hyped it up to be.” You mumble. Bucky notices the way your hands bunched up the end of the tiny black skirt you were wearing. “Y’alright, sweetie?” His voice was soft as he spoke into your ear. “Y-yeah, just hate these parties my parents throw. ‘Think I might go upstairs and recollect myself,”

“I’ll keep you some company, then. Lead the way,” You frowned. “It’s okay, I couldn’t ask you to leave the party, really.”

“I insist,” He places his hand on the curve of your back. You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his touch, and instead of arguing, you tell yourself he was just being polite, and that you wanted the company. Leading him up the stairs, you audibly sighed when the hallway was clear of anyone from the party; you could feel yourself growing more anxious, though, when you subconsciously lead Bucky to your room.

He takes in the scenery of your small, but elegant room. The walls were painted a cream color with a few band posters scattered on each. Your bed sat in the middle of the room, boxes from college spread out everywhere. “I’m sorry about the mess,” You quickly bent down, pushing boxes out of the way, “I haven’t had the energy to unpack.”

Bucky felt blood rush to his cock as the sight of you bent over, your pink cotton panties peeking out from your skirt, teasing him. He tried to look away, but you had let out a small groan while pushing the last box out of the way, before standing fully and facing the now flustered man, standing with his hands deep inside his pockets. “So,” He clears his throat, “You don’t miss anything about college? Surely, the boys, if not the partying.”

You roll your eyes and take a seat on the edge of your bed. Bucky does the same, sitting close enough for your knees to touch. “No, boys didn’t like me very much- and parties weren’t my thing.” You play with your fingers and ignore the stare Bucky was giving you. “I don’t believe that, sweetie. Boys would very much like you.” He placed his warm hand on your exposed thigh, giving it a squeeze of assurance. You were caught off guard by the gesture but didn’t dare move. “I’ve never even had a kiss before, sir.”

His hands inch up more, dangerously close to your throbbing core; you didn’t understand why you were feeling like this, and with your dad’s friend, of all people. “Have you ever thought about what it’d feel like?” His thumb was tracing circles into your thigh. You spread your legs wider, sending him a genuine, innocent look, “Yes.” You weren't sure whether he had meant a simple kiss or more, but you were willing to find out.

“I can teach you some stuff. I was in college once, you know.” You moan as he presses the pad of his thumb onto your clothed pussy, the pressure adding a whole new sensation you’ve never felt before. You dip your head back, rutting your hips to apply more pressure than what Bucky was giving you, shocking yourself with the action. “My dad could walk in-”

“Shh, nobody knows what we’re doing. Unless you want me to stop?” He jerks his hand away suddenly and your eyes grow wide, “No, please- want more, please, Bucky.” You beg, dropping to your knees in between his legs, your big doe eyes staring up at him. Bucky’s hard cock was pressing against his jeans uncomfortably. He’d be torturing himself if he kept teasing you any longer. “Come er,”

He pulls you into his lap and kisses the corner of your mouth, before placing his lips onto yours. You stiffen for a moment, but relax into the kiss, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. He bites your bottom lip and you moan, rocking your hips against him, the material of his jeans creating just the right amount of friction. “Y’wanna feel good, hm?” He grabs your waist and guides you to rock back and forth against his hard-on, causing a tight pit in your stomach to form. “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

He lifts you up momentarily to lie you down on the bed, lying flat on your back. “This okay?” His fingers dip into the waistband of your skirt, tugging only slightly as he waits for a response. You nod at him and lift your hips so he’d have easier access, and his mouth waters at your dripping wet cunt. “Such a pretty pussy, honey.” He spreads your legs and begins to trail wet open mouth kisses up your legs, going agonizingly slow once he reaches your thighs, close to your core.

You whimper at the feeling of his hot breath blowing air into your heat. “Be patient.” He kisses your pussy before pressing his tongue flat against it; “Oh, my god-” You grab his head, your instincts making you tug him away. He continues to eat you out now, moaning into you as you pull his hair. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you for a moment; here you were, in your room, your dad's friend between your legs as he completely devoured you- all while your parents were downstairs, hosting a party.

The guilt you felt was soon replaced as the coil in your stomach unraveled. “I think I'm-” You whimper, not able to finish telling him as you cum. He swallows up all of you, licking you clean. “Taste so good,” He mumbles, massaging your shaking thighs. You feel your whole body relax into the bed; you were starting to hate that this was the first time you've felt such pleasure. “We should head back soon, sweetie-”

“Can I...suck you off?” You weren't ready to go back out to the party. You wanted to return the favor.

His cock was still pressed against the zipper of his pants, and he wasn't planning on releasing himself now that you were willing. “Take me out, then.” He watches as you happily jump up from your bed and drop to your knees in front of him, your shaky hands undoing his belt buckle and pulling him out. He hisses as you take him in your hands, tilting your head while gazing up at him. You never did this before, but it didn't mean you were clueless. Bucky had started to mumble something under his breath before you took him in your mouth.

“Ah, s-shit,” You swirl your tongue over his tip, then slowly wrap your lips around him fully. You were making your way slowly down the base of his length when he gripped the back of your head and thrust himself into your mouth. You grip either side of his thighs, feeling hot tears brim your eyes as you try to recover. “S-sorry, honey...felt too good.” You silently nod and continue until you've nearly taken all of him in your mouth. It felt so foreign, yet the moans and curses leaving the man's lips gave you butterflies; you loved it.

When you hallow out your cheeks, he grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail, fucking your mouth now that he knows you can take it. “So good for me, doll.” Bucky grunts as the familiar feeling builds up in his stomach, “I'm gonna cum,” He warns, but you take your hand and begin to jerk him off.

Bucky holds your head in place while he shoots ropes of his salty cum down in your mouth. You instantly swallowed the load and pulled back, your mouth popping as he took his cock out. You look up at him with a wide smile.

Bucky wanted to take a picture of the sight in front of him; your hair was mussed from his hands being tangled in it and your mascara was smudged from your tears, “Did I do good?” You whisper, waiting for some sort of praise from the man. “Sweetie, you did fucking amazing,” He wipes his thumbs over your face, cleaning the mess he had made of you.

You swelled up with pride and beamed up at him, you opened your mouth to thank him before there was a sharp knock on your door.

“Sweetie, you in here?” Your dad's muffled voice asks. You quickly swallow the lump in your throat and answer, “Y- yes daddy! I had a headache so I came up here, one second!” The lie fell from your lips and you stood to your feet, finally meeting Bucky’s gaze. He was smirking down at you. “Sorry about this-'' You grab his collar and drag him over to the closet before pushing him in and closing the sliding doors. You then grab your skirt off the floor and quickly tug it on before sliding your panties under the bed. You walk over to your door and open it up to see your father impatiently leaning on the frame.

“Oh, sweetie-” he takes in your appearance, “Have you been crying? if your headache was that bad you should've come to me or your mom,” You quickly shake your head at him and try to hide the obvious blush that crept onto your face, “M’fine, just gonna take a bath and go to bed.”

Your dad squints at your odd behavior, but doesn't question it further. “Alright. Did you happen to see Bucky leave or anything before we came up here?” You raised your brows at him, pretending to think, before shaking your head, “No, not after you introduced us. heard him say something about going outside for a smoke.” You really hoped he was a smoker. “Ah, makes sense- probably talking to Steve out there. Night, sweetie.”

As soon as you shut your door, Bucky steps out of the closet and walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist, “Sure you never hid anyone from him before? you're awfully good at it.” He teases. You shake your head. He leans down and pressed a long, sweet kiss to your lips before winking at you, “Your dad invited me over for the game next weekend. looking forward to seeing you then, sweetie.”

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Jess Mariano x reader

Summary: R gets overwhelmed and goes to her favourite boy for comfort

Contents: fluff

Warnings: none

Jess was at the diner, doing his usual half argue half joke with Luke.

“It’s not my fault you’re clinically insane”

“Oh I’m the insane one? Really mr i sleep with banging music on at full blast every damn night”

Lorelei shared an amused look with Rory as they sat in the almost empty diner - just being inhabited with Bébete, Morey and Kirk.

Just as Jess was about to pipe in with another witty comment, the bell on the diner door started ringing. Jess was about to look over his shoulder when he felt a smaller body nuzzle into his side. Shocked, he moved abruptly and was about to shove whoever it was. A whine sounded out and he looked down and saw Y/N. She was clearly distressed, face scrunched up and arms wrapped around her own body tightly. Everybody else in the diner was in shock, waiting for Jess’ next move, including whichever townsfolk had walked in after Y/N had. Much to everyone’s - even Luke’s - surprise, Jess wrapped his arms around her tightly, letting her bury into his chest without moving her arms from their tight position.

“What happened? Hm?” Jess spoke gently and quietly into her ear.

Another small whine came out of her mouth. Jess glanced over his shoulder to Luke before gently steering her to the stairs.

“C’mon,” he guided her up and into his bedroom (otherwise known as the left side of the open apartment) and stood with her in the middle of his section.

All she did was bury back into his chest, standing as close as possible without causing one of them to loose their balance.

“You wanna lay down?”

She nodded.

He gently led her to the bed and laid her down underneath the blanket, taking two extra pillows and slotting them behind her to help her feel comfortable. He pulled - with some struggle - the weighted blanket out from under his bed. He always kept it there ever since he first dealt with her feeling like this. He laid it atop her before laying on the other side of her. He didn’t get all the hoopla about weighted blankets or why she liked them so much, but she did and who was he to deprive her? He let her decide if she wanted cuddles and she made a prompt decision by whining the second he got in until he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her side/front against him while her back was against the pillow wall he built. Pushed against by pillows at her back whilst under a weighted blanket on a relatively cold day all the while behind held by Jess was quick to calm her down. That is before she had a thought she didn’t like and took a big, sudden, jarring breath in and sat up abruptly. Jess however was unfazed as he waited for the moment to pass before he eased her back down and traced circles on her forehead and wrapping one arm around her to keep her close while humming a tune to a song he couldn’t pin.

They stayed like that, wrapped in each others arms as Jess traced circles on Y/N’s forehead for a significant chunk of time. Y/N couldn’t seem to get close enough to Jess, burying her head further into his chest every few minutes before finally calming down and settling in the nook she had made for herself out of his body.

Luke stayed downstairs the entire time, not having a great grasp on whatever was going on in the apartment above but knowing well enough to leave them alone until he knows for certain Jess calmed Y/N down. The entire town by that point was bubbling with gossip about what had happened mere moments ago, all huddled up in Luke’s diner as he rolled his eyes in the corner.

    𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀

summary┃when your a/c craps out on the hottest day of the year, your dad suggests you ask bucky to look at it.

pairing┃dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count┃3,330 words

warnings┃significant + undefined age-gap [reader in her mid 20’s & bucky in late 30’s], metal arm kink, innuendos, pet-name [kid, gumdrop, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie], dumbification [big girl words], lots of teasing, authority kink, talk of masturbation, size kink, kitchen sex, bucky is too big [makes it fit], bulge kink [bucky is in readers tummy], squirting, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on his own chest, fingering, multiple orgasms, bucky makes reader ride his fingers, talk of subspace [+ aftercare], showering with bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃inspired by me being hot & and a slut <<3

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Can you write a kaz x reader where reader has the habit of stealing the crows clothes and one day starts shamelessly stealing kaz's clothes? Like she starts out small and then works her way up to his hat and coat?

Sure thing, here it is. I think it didn't work out as I planned, but here we go. I hope you like it? I'm quite sure I really suck at this request thing tbh, but maybe I'll get better at some point hopefully:(

It started with stealing Jesper’s shirts and it was understandable – Jesper was your best friend, so you let yourself take his clothes. But then Wylan came along, so you took a respectful step back as you wanted him to be the one wearing Jesper’s clothes. Spoiler: Wylan didn’t really get it at first, so you had to explain it to him very carefully and when he blushed furiously, you only laughed and helped him steal Jesper’s clothes.

Time for Nina’s clothes came around then. You started stealing her dresses and skirts because they were very comfortable. Sometime later you discovered that Inej’s clothes were very comfy, too.

And when Wylan started wearing Jesper’s clothes daily, you started sneaking into his room to steal his big sweaters, too.

Jesper sniggered at you: “You made him steal my clothes, so you could steal his? Clever, buttercup, clever.”

You only shrugged your shoulders, it wasn’t like your stealing was a real thing. It was just something that calmed you and brought a comfort with itself. Crows knew you were an orphan, so their presence was something that affected you deeply. You had your own family finally. You weren’t alone and scared and beaten up in some filthy corner of evil Ketterdam. but sometimes you had to remind yourself of it.

So Crows weren’t really mad about it. Sometimes they just teased you and bet which one’s clothes you would be wearing the following day.

But you weren’t brave enough to steal Kaz’s clothes at first. He was your friend and family, too, but he was also your leader and boss, so you decided to keep your distance.

Kaz’s presence brought a little bit of comfort, too. He was the one who took you in and offered a job. You were an excellent thief, you could pick any lock that you came across.

But something changed after one particular heist when you almost got yourself killed. You tripped while running and one of the guard, who was patrolling the building you and the Crows broke into, swung his sword at you and you were completely sure this was your sad end.

But Kaz appeared and knocked guard out with his cane. He nudged you then with it and urged you to stand up and run.

So you were a little shaken up and you couldn’t sleep, so you went down to the Slat’s kitchen to drink some milk and calm yourself down.

You were siting by the table, shivering. It was cold. Damn Ketterdam.

You didn’t want to go back to your room yet.

But the closest thing you could wear was a black jacket of Kaz Brekker. It was hanging lonely on the one of the chairs.

You heisted at first but after a while full of shivering you decided to slip your arms into sleeves of the black jacket.

It was nice, thick, smooth and it smelled just like Kaz. Scent of burnt wood, cedar and… almonds? hit your nostrils. You were home again. You calmed a little bit.

“Are you comfortable?” You almost jumped out of your skin. You turned around. Kaz was standing in the doorway.

“Saints! Kaz! Why are you sneaking on me like this?!” When he didn’t respond, you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Right,” you mumbled. “Sorry about the jacket. I just… I was cold and it was here, so I just grabbed it. And it’s very comfy!” you added, trying to grin.

Kaz grunted: “Whatever. You may have it as I don’t like it anyway. And the next time, try not to trip over your feet, your skills are too valuable to be wasted.” And like that Kaz Brekker was gone.

This was harsh and cold, but you knew it was the way Kaz Brekker actually said that he cared about you. So you let yourself smile a little.

It was easier for you to grab something of Kaz after that night. You wore it a little and then returned it to him.

You thought you were sneaky and that he didn’t notice.

But he actually could smell fresh scent of your perfume on his belongings. He didn’t say anything though. He was kind of amused by your “sneaky” behaviour, you were a thief for saint’s sake and you made this stupid mistake?

One day you had to run some errands real quick, but it was cloudy and cold, so you wanted to dress properly, but your coat was in hamper ready to get cleaned. You cursed and then… then you noticed Kaz’s long, woollen coat hanging next to the door. You grined to yourself, took it and went out.

And you went in full shameless mode of stealing Kaz’s clother after that day.

Some piece of his clothes was always in your wardrobe.

“At first you had a little bit of decency not to do it so openly at least,” Kaz grumbled at you. “Stop fooling around. Don’t you have your own clothes?”

“But it gives my comfort. I promise I won’t ruin it!” you always said then.

So Kaz only sighted and rolled his eyes. It was true though, you were always very careful with Crow’s clothes.

And to be honest, Kaz liked seeing you in his clothes deep down. It made him realise that you belonged there, in Slat with Crows and with him.

And one day it was raining heavily and Kaz couldn’t find his coat. He immediately knew it was you doing.

And he wasn’t wrong, because when the Slat’s door opened suddenly, there you were.

Wrapped tightly in his coat, with his hat on your head, rain dripping over your frame. And when he saw your hair tucked under the collar of his woollen coat and your cheeks that cold wind coloured with pink, he felt himself actually blushing.

So he only grunted: “You’re being ridiculous right now. Give it back, I have to go out.”

You grinned innocently and handed him his garments.

“Sorry, Kaz, I just had to do something really quickly outside.” He knew you weren’t sorry. You just came to like teasing him.

“Ridiculous,” he grunted again and went out, not looking back at you and hating himself of how much he actually liked your lingering scent on his clothes.

“Ridiculous,” he repeated.

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Request: snapping at a glader, fighting Gally and flirting

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*everyone in the SJM fandom*: OMG THE NESSIAN NOVEL IS SO FAR AWAY I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER OMG OMG OMG I NEED THEM TOGETHER!!!!

*the rest of the SJM fandom*: OMG CRESCENT CITY IS COMING OUT NEXT YEAR AND I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER OMG OMG OMG I NEED NEW SJM MATERIAL!!!!

Me: all I’m asking for is an Azriel POV and his own novel..... IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR SARAH?????????