Biker!Geto who’s pierced, tattooed, and makes everyone warn you to stay away from him. Only for him to sneak ‘round town with you on his behemoth of a bike and sometimes take him in snug n’ deep while he’s parked.
ummmm no pressure but if you do decide to write for acotar how do you feel about writing some jealous Cassian smut?? Idk maybe he sees you talking to another Illyrian at the camps and gets territorial😮💨
My first ever fic request!!! I hope you love it 🥹
I had trained as a healer under Madja and worked closely with the Inner Circle because of it. So when word got back that wing clipping started back at the camps and extra healers were needed, I offered my services to help the girls there out. Rhys didn't want to send me alone because he was afraid of what might happen to me, as a female in such a volatile camp by myself. I had trained with Cassian and Azriel plenty of times, but Rhys said I should still have an escort. Therefore, he decided that Cassian should go to Windhaven with me.
Despite the circumstances, I was glad that I would be spending time with Cass. I had harbored a crush on him for the better part of the last year, but I didn't want to be the one to ruin our friendship. I'd rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.
Rhys didn't stay for long when he winnowed us to Windhaven. He said he had business back in Velaris and to send word if we had any issues.
I met with the girls and got to work immediately. Devlon walked over to where we were and Cassian turned to face him. He crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Yes?"
"Can I have a word with you?" Devlon asked him.
"Fine." Cassian looked over at me, his features softening. "You'll be okay for a few minutes, doll?"
"Yes Cass, I'll be fine." I smiled at him.
He smiled back at me and then turned to Devlon. "Let's talk." They stepped out of earshot.
"You're very cute together." The Illyrian female whose wings I was tending to, no older than eleven, spoke up.
I laughed softly. "We're not together."
"You should be." She told me. "The way he looks at you..."
An Illyrian male walked into the tent and my spine straightened at the unfamiliar voice. "Amabel, there you are." He sounded relieved.
"This is my older brother Kazimir," Amabel informed me.
I nodded to Kazimir and introduced myself. I, myself, was relieved that he wasn't Amabel's father, who did this to her.
"I wish the wing clipping would stop. I planned on training Amabel to use her wings." Kazimir said as he held Amabel's hand.
"It's an awful thing." I agreed. "Females deserve their wings just as much as males do."
I finished tending to Amabel's wings and gave her a healing balm to reapply later as needed.
She went off to her mother, who gave me a grateful smile.
Kazimir stuck around, waving to them and the pair walked away. He put an arm above his head on the support beam of the structure and leaned down towards me. Our faces were inches apart. Now that we were this close, I could see that he wasn't an awful-looking male.
"You're very beautiful." He told me.
I laughed softly, feeling my face flush and I tucked my hair behind my arched ear. "Thank you."
I heard heavy footsteps stomping over to us and turned to see Cassian looking pissed off.
"Come on," He grabbed my arm roughly and started pulling me away from Kazimir.
We got about ten feet away before I planted my feet and pulled my arm from his tight grip.
"What the hell, Cassian?" I demanded.
He stopped and huffed, turning to face me. "I don't like seeing you talk to other males."
"I talk to Azriel and Rhys all the time." I point out. "You don't seem to have a problem with it then."
"You don't giggle at them like that."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "So what are you going to do about it then?" I challenged, looking up at him.
He took a few steps closer to me and placed his hands on my hips. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget his name and your own." He told me.
All I could do was nod my head. This was exactly what I had been wanting for months now.
"Yeah?" He gave me a wicked smile.
"Yes."
"Let's go then." He took my hand this time and I followed willingly as he led me to what I knew to be Rhysand's mother's house.
Once inside, our mouths collided and I felt my back hit the wall.
My hands found their way under his shirt, needing to feel him. To make sure this was really happening.
He pulled back and started tearing my clothes off until I was bare before him.
I made quick work of his leathers until he was as naked as I was.
"Gods, you're gorgeous." He admired my body.
I felt my cheeks tinting pink underneath his darkening stare.
He licked his lips. "I need to taste you." He laid me down on the rug by the hearth and his head disappeared between my thighs.
"Fuck," I moaned.
"You taste so good." He lapped at my pussy, the most obscene wet noises emanating from the place where his tongue met my core.
"Cassian," I moaned, my hands palming and squeezing my breasts.
"That's right, pretty girl." He hummed in approval, sliding a thick finger in and stretching me out.
I could feel myself getting close and he knew I was too because he ramped up the intensity and added another finger, scissoring them inside me.
"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" Cassian asked.
"Yes!" I moaned.
"Come now," He demanded and I did.
I held the back of his head to keep him in place as I reached my peak.
He continued lapping at me until I let go.
Cassian pulled back, the lower half of his face shining with my arousal and he peppered kisses all over my inner thighs, sucking dark marks onto them and marking me.
"Cass," I panted, still trying to catch my breath.
"Yes?"
"Will you fuck me now?"
He smirked. "Don't need to ask me twice." He ran his fingers down my folds, gathering some of my juices and fisting his cock.
Cassian met my eyes. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, please."
He smirked. "Good girl," He pushed his thick cock into me.
I took a deep breath. Fuck, he was huge.
"You okay?"
"Yes, I just need a second," I said, feeling the stretch.
He grabbed my hand and kissed each of my fingertips.
"I'm good, you can move now," I assured him.
He started slow. I could tell he wanted more, but he was being very patient.
"Cass, I want more, please."
He smirked down at me. "You want more?"
"Need more," I whine.
"Oh well if you need it," He teased and picked up speed.
Cassian was giving hard and fast thrusts that spent me spiraling toward a second orgasm.
He allowed me to ride it out before his thrusts slowed. He switched positions then, putting my legs over his shoulders.
The new angle allowed him to go deeper.
"You feel so fucking good," He groaned. "I'm not gonna last much longer." He started rubbing circles on my clit.
We came at the same time and he gently put my legs down.
He left little kisses all over my face as I came down from my high, body still trembling.
"So much for coming here to heal others," I said quietly.
"What do you mean?" Cassian looked confused.
"I think we're gonna need to do that a few more times. I still remember my name." I say jokingly.
Summary: Nick returns home from a tour and meets the new tattoo artist at the shop. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t Mona.
CW: 18+ MDNI, suggestive language, anxiety, Nick being an asshole. Please let me know if I missed anything and I will fix it!
Word Count: 1.7k
Mona had been nervous before, of course, she had. She had been nervous to ride Space Mountain for the first time at eight years old. She had been nervous when the first time her period was late, even though she was twelve years old and still a virgin. She had been nervous about her first-ever date at fifteen years old. She had been nervous the first day of her apprenticeship at eighteen. What did all of those things have in common? She got through them. Much like she would get through this day at work, which should be way less stressful than any of those mentioned.
She had her liquid courage (read: Starbucks coffee) and a pep talk from Stas that only consisted of "the sooner you get his number, the sooner you can send a 'you up' text?" Mona rolled her eyes at that.
All she had to do was go into the shop, where she had been working for nearly three months now, sans Nick's presence while he was on tour. Yet she found herself sitting in her car protesting, staring at the black door of Ink and Iron like it would do a trick. Maybe she could circle the block? She had a friend who lived in an apartment a few buildings to the left, maybe she could visit them.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when there was a knock on her window and she turned to see Nick peering in, his features etched with concern. Shit, she hadn't seen his car pull in right next to hers.
She rolled down her window. “Give me a moment to recover from that heart attack.” She joked, heart still beating wildly.
"Hey, Mona. Are you okay? I saw you just sitting here staring off into space so I wanted to make sure you’re alright." Nick’s eyebrows were pulled together and his eyes squinting at her.
She was doing mental cartwheels at the fact that he cared so much for her.
"Yeah, I'm just tired." She made up an excuse on the spot. It wasn't that much of a stretch. All this overthinking was exhausting, not to mention she had too much sake at dinner last night (thanks, Stas).
Nick opened her door and offered a hand to help Mona out.
She placed her hand in his and let him help her out of her car and used her free hand to smooth out her dress.
She was wearing a black bodycon mini dress and a black cropped zip-up hoodie with fishnets covering her legs and her signature Docs.
Nick was looking at her with a smile on his face and he still hadn't let go of her hand.
Fuck, she hadn't felt butterflies like this in a long time.
"What?" She asked softly. She willed herself not to blush, but based on how hot her face felt knew that she failed.
Nick opened his mouth to speak, but the door to the shop opened and Dave leaned out. "Are you two ever coming in or do I have to run this shop by myself?" He joked.
Nick reluctantly dropped her hand and turned to flip Dave off. "Fuck off! We both just got here!"
Mona grabbed her coffee, shouldered her bag, and shut the car door with her hip. "Dave, you're the worst." She muttered as she passed him.
Dave chuckled. "Sorry, kid."
The three of them went about getting the shop set up and ready for the day. Dave had music playing already, “The Taste of Ink” by The Used. He had a whole tattoo-themed playlist on Spotify.
Mona looked at her schedule for the day, humming along to Bert McCracken’s voice. Her schedule was jam-packed with big tattoos all day, one of which was her cousin Ben. She hadn't gotten to see him in over a year because he had been stationed in Japan, but they had this tattoo planned during his trip home.
Ben was her first client of the day and he arrived at one PM with a gift bag in hand.
"Ben!" Mona squealed in delight and went over to hug him.
He picked her up, spinning her around while she giggled before putting her back on her feet. "I missed you, Mo!"
"I missed you too." She smiled up at him. “How have you been?”
“Pretty good, glad to be back home for a while. How about you? You like this new shop so far?”
“I’m good. I love working here.” She smiled, thinking of Nick. He was easily the best part of working in this shop.
"I brought gifts for you." Ben held up the gift bag with a grin.
"Can I open it now?" She rocked on her heels, eager to see what he brought her.
"Go for it." He allowed, handing it to her.
Nick stomped off to his booth. So what the hell was that? There were two options in his mind. Option A, Mona lied about being single, which…now that he thought about it, was a possibility. She could’ve not wanted to discuss her relationship with a client. But wouldn’t she have told Nick? He felt like she was very forthcoming with information. Maybe not quite an open book, but at least a pamphlet? Or there was option B, she was still very much into her ex. Whatever it was pissed him off. Fuck her. There were other beautiful women, Mona was not the only one...right?
Because clearly, dating Mona was no longer a viable option. There was something she wasn't telling him and that was driving him crazy.
Sure maybe other girls weren't into anime or maybe they didn't listen to Deftones or maybe they were allergic to cats. He could deal, right? Akira would probably go to Noah and he could visit the little furball whenever he was in LA.
He didn't have time to put much weight into that thought because Dave called for him.
“Nick, your one o’clock is here!”
Nick walked out of his booth and saw a woman standing there. She was the polar opposite of Mona. Brunette, almost taller than him, rail-thin with no visible ink on her bare arms.
She smiled at him. “Hi, I’m Lane.”
“I’m Nick, nice to meet you.” He offered a small smile in return and looked at the iPad in his hands. “You wanted a butterfly on your ankle, correct?”
Mona had done a complete 180 since arriving at work. She talked to Ben about the Nick situation and was feeling a lot better after getting a guy's perspective on it. By the end of the day, she was ready to talk to him and at least ask for his number. Ben even gave her the perfect excuse. "Just in case you can't do a client's tattoo and want to pass it to Nick."
Mona finished cleaning up her station and went over to Nick's booth.
"Hey, Nick." She greeted, gaining his attention.
"Hey," He went right back to gathering his things.
Mona bit her lip. Did something happen? His demeanor was colder than she had seen it before.
"Need something?" Nick asked, voice cutting through her thoughts.
"Um, I was just coming to say have a good night." She said, fidgeting with the zipper on her hoodie.
"'Night," Nick’s singular word felt like an icy dagger in the conversation.
Mona didn’t know how to respond, so she turned on her heel and walked away.
She didn't know what to make of that conversation. She definitely wasn't going to ask anything of him when he was obviously in a bad mood.
So much for flirting with Nick and touching him like Stas suggested. Nothing else could be done today to move closer to a relationship with him.
She sighed, grabbed her things, and walked out of the shop, her good mood completely deflated.
Maybe tomorrow things will be different.
At least that’s what she told herself as she got into her car. She turned on the car and put on Bring Me The Horizon to drown out her thoughts.
She arrived back at her and Stas' apartment and let herself in, taking off her boots and hanging up her bag.
"How did it go?" Stas called from the kitchen. She could smell the wonderful aroma of spicy chili garlic noodles, a mutual favorite meal.
Mona sighed, ambling into the kitchen and sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island. She folded her arms on the marble countertop and buried her face in, groaning.
"That bad?" Stas asked.
"Yeah," Mona spoke into her arms.
She heard the sound of a glass being placed in front of her and liquid being poured in. She smelled Jameson whiskey before she saw it.
"Talk to me about it." Stas encouraged, setting the bottle down next to Mona’s glass. She picked up her glass and took a big sip.
Mona explained her day. How Nick held her hand and was looking at her when they arrived at work, then she saw Ben and got his advice (Stas somewhat approved, quote: "Sure if you wanna be a chicken about it, it works") Mona then explained that when she finally got to see Nick at the end of the day, he was acting really weird and his words were clipped.
"I don't know, Mona. Guitar Guy sounds wishy-washy to me." Stas said, leaning against the counter by the stove.
"Nick is...I don't know what he is anymore. I thought I did." Mona sighed and took a sip of her Jameson.
"I'll say this. I've known you since we were eight years old. I've celebrated with you for good relationships and I've helped you through the bad ones. I don't know this guy like you do, but I trust your judgment. Don't waste your time on this guy if you think he's not worth it. You deserve the best."
Mona put a hand on her heart. "Stas, that's the sweetest thing you could've possibly said!" She got up and hugged her.
Stas hugged her back. "I mean it. Only the best for you, Momo.” She kissed her cheek. “Now, are you ready to eat dinner and watch trashy reality shows for the rest of the night?"
Tag list: If you'd like to be added to my regular tag list or a tag list for a particular series or character, please send me an ask/message or reply to one of my posts indicating that you'd like to be added to the tag list!
