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The World Will Be Saved and Remade By the Dreamers
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positivewitch · an hour ago
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50 DAYS OF TOG → 7/20 Characters: Nehemia Ytger
Do not let that light go out. But Celaena didn’t know how to stop it. The one person she could have told, who might have understood…She was buried in an unadorned grave, so far from the sun-warmed soil that she had loved.
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positivewitch · an hour ago
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Lucien: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.
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TOP 10 TOG CHARACTERS AS VOTED BY OUR FOLLOWERS → #9 ROWAN WHITETHORN
You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you’ve committed. And I know this because I’ve been doing the same damn thing for two hundred years.
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positivewitch · an hour ago
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Sometimes I'm a chill person. Other times you'll receive a hundred notifications at once from me because I couldn't contain myself.
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positivewitch · an hour ago
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Manon Blackbeak
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positivewitch · an hour ago
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G u y s
this is Feyre meeting Lucien
« We’re not going to bite. » Lucien’s white teeth gleamed in a way that suggested otherwise. (Acotar)
this is Feyre meeting Cassian
« Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to. » (Acomaf)
also
Lucien choked on his wine, but Tamlin didn’t smile.
and
Cassian spewed his wine across the table, causing Mor to leap up.
idk why this makes me so emotional... just... like...
Sjm and her damn parallels. I can’t how they’re both the first people Feyre considers to be her friends whom she can trust when having no one else.
Also, both of them being her lovers’ besties. Then happen to become Feyre’s besties. Then happen to be her sisters’ mates. Then happen to casually discuss sports and mating bonds and find each other hot because their girls want nothing to do with them. 🥲
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positivewitch · 4 hours ago
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a court of silver flames headers
please like/reblog if you save.
© kieranesta on twitter
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positivewitch · 4 hours ago
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love when I like a mutuals post and then they like mine. communication.
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positivewitch · 4 hours ago
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Lounging Cassian pt.2
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positivewitch · 5 hours ago
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Reblog if you love Tarquin🌊💙
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z for zoyalai chosen by @nazyalenssky + @firstsprince
❝ And the woman before him would make sure he protected Ravka. Even from himself. He took her hand, pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “My ruthless Zoya, I’ll load the gun myself.”❞
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positivewitch · 5 hours ago
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me: *glares at canon*
me: *hold’s canon’s gaze*
me: *slowly and carefully takes characters out of canon’s hands*
me: you can have these back when you learn to be kind
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positivewitch · 5 hours ago
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positivewitch · 13 hours ago
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Azriel normally:
“Beautiful, but near-unreadable.”
“His skin was as cold as his face.”
“Azriel’s cold face yielded nothing.”
“Azriel added, his face hard as ice,”
“Azriel yielded no tinge of emotion as he nodded”
“There was no kindness on Azriel’s face as the snow settled—the immovable mask of the High Lord’s shadowsinger.”
“Azriel’s own face revealing nothing while he stood,”
Azriel with Gwyn:
(when he’s literally known her for half a book)
“Az stared after her, brows high with amusement.”
“Cassian glanced over at Az, but his attention was fixed on the young priestess, admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face.”
“He snorted.”
“he offered her a crooked smile.”
“Azriel’s lips twitched.”
“Azriel couldn’t help his soft chuckle”
“Azriel laughed”
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positivewitch · 16 hours ago
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Dark Magic takes form as purple energy, used by Agatha Harkness. Asgardian Magic takes form as green energy when used by Loki(s). Chaos Magic takes form as red energy, used by the Scarlet Witch. Eldritch Magic takes form as orange energy, used by Masters of the Mystic Arts. Witch Magic takes form as blue energy, used by Harkness’ Coven and Billy Maximoff.
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positivewitch · 16 hours ago
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Mutuals i am sitting next to you putting the sticker from the fruit im eating on your hand as a subtle act of intimacy because i love and cherish you
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positivewitch · 21 hours ago
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I FOUND THIS CUTE PICREW 🤩
https://href.li/?https://picrew.me/image_maker/70566
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Lucien Vanserra 🦊💛
Tags: @ssardothien @bookologist @polaroidsintheocean @f-cursebreaker @moononastring @lysandra-ghost-leopard @ladyllbookstan @whereisvaughan and anyone who wants to 😋
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positivewitch · 21 hours ago
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"Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable.
Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."
- Kurt Vonnegut
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positivewitch · 21 hours ago
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🛸 .。.:*° 🌙 •  .°•  🚀 ✯ .°• ★ *   °   .。.:*・°. .°• 🛰  °· 🪐.  • °   •  ☄ .。.:* ・°☆. • .°•💫 .。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°
mutuals look we are in the planetarium together
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positivewitch · 23 hours ago
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I finally read and it was 😫🔥🔥
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I wrote this fic for nessian month, and some of you asked for a part two..  There you go, 4k of nessian smut.
Big, big thanks to @julemmaes for being my beta reader 🌼💛
Enjoy ;)
Cassian
“And maybe one day it will be my turn to play with your tight little ass.”
Cassian hadn’t been able to think about anything else for a week. The way Nesta’s breath had caught when he’d said those words to her, how her hand had tightened on his shoulder, nails leaving little crescent moons on his skin. Still, her only answer had been a whispered “maybe,” so Cassian had never talked about it again, giving her time to think about it.
In the meantime, he tried to focus on other things, like training the priestesses. Over the past two years, more and more women had started training. Some of them wanted to join the newly reborn Valkyrie army, others were simply there to learn how to defend themselves. He was really proud of the work they were doing and even prouder of Nesta, who had recently become a teacher herself. Every morning she donned her leathers and entered the training ring, a look of determination on her beautiful face. Cauldron, those leathers. Cassian thought he had gotten used to seeing Nesta wear pants by now, but every day he was proved wrong. The sight of her sinful body in those tight-fitting clothes did things to him, especially when she accidentally dropped her sword on the floor and bent over to pick it up, a wickedly sexy smirk playing across her lips.
Even now, as Cassian was sitting at his desk doing some paperwork, he couldn’t help but picturing Nesta bent over the wooden surface, her gorgeous ass on display as he slid his thick length in and out of her tight back entrance. He’d take his sweet time with her, showing her exactly what she had missed all these years. He’d –
 “Cassian?”
Oh. The subject of his thoughts was standing in the doorway, looking as breathtaking as ever. Nesta was clad in a simple lilac nightgown, her hair tied back in a braid. Beautiful.
“It’s late”, she observed as she padded towards him. She sat on his lap, facing the desk, and the position had her clothed backside rest just above his cock. Nesta’s addicting jasmine and vanilla scent washed over him, and if Cassian hadn’t been hard before, he definitely was now. It was always like this, her mere presence causing his body to react. Suddenly his clothes felt like a prison, and he longed to take them off and press his naked body to hers, feel the smoothness of her skin under his calloused palms and hear all the sweet sounds she would make as he pleasured her in every way he could.
Nesta leaned forward to pick up the papers scattered onto the desk, and the movement had her ass brush against his hardness. Cassian sucked in a breath, and Nesta’s hand stopped mid-air.
“There’s either something really exciting about these reports or you were distracted, Commander,” she said. Cassian could practically feel her smirk.
Cassian tugged at her braid, forcing her to lean back against his chest, and placed a possessive hand on her upper thigh. “Your presence is very distracting, my beautiful wife”, he said against the skin of her neck.
“Even if I hadn’t been able to smell your arousal from the other room, I could still feel it through the bond, my handsome husband,” she replied as her body relaxed against his. “What were you thinking about?”
Cassian moved his hands up her body and cupped her plump breasts, and he bit back a groan when Nesta started grinding into him. He decided to tell her the truth. “I was thinking”, he murmured as his fingers circled her nipples over the fabric of the nightgown, “about how good you would look with my cock buried in your tight little ass.”
Silence. Cassian stilled, and for a moment he thought he had gone too far. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he smelled it. The heady scent of her arousal. He smiled. “Would you like that, sweetheart?” He whispered in her ear as he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
She released a needy whimper, lower lip caught between her teeth.
“I need to hear you say it, Nes. If you don’t-“
“Yes”, she breathed as she arched her back, pushing her breasts towards his palms.
Thank the Mother. Cassian licked the shell of Nesta’s ear and kneaded her breasts in his big hands, reveling in her soft moans. “Hm. I need to get you ready for me,” he said as his hands slid down her body, resting on her thighs.
“I am ready,” she replied breathlessly, and Cassian laughed. “No baby, you’re not,” he said. “Not yet.”
Nesta made to protest, but Cassian used his foot to spread her legs and dragged a finger over her underwear. Fuck, she was soaked.
“Cassian, please,” she whined as he kept touching her, his movements slow and deliberate. She tried moving her hips to get the friction she so desperately needed, but Cassian’s other hand kept her in place. He pressed his thumb on her clit and listened to Nesta’s labored breathing as she struggled to keep her composure. When it was clear she couldn’t take it anymore, he released her hips and maneuvered her so that she was standing between his legs, facing him. He let his eyes roam over her body, from her impossibly piercing eyes to the curve of her waist. Her cheeks were flushed, and one strap of her nightgown had slipped down her shoulder, exposing a bit of her cleavage to his lustful gaze. Cauldron, she looked good enough to eat. And he would do that. Later.
“Are you done staring?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “Looks won’t get me off.”
Cassian moved then, and in a smooth motion he had her bent over the desk, panties pooled at her feet and nightgown pushed up to expose her ass. He hovered over her, mouth ghosting over her ear. “That wasn’t very nice, Nes,” he groaned. “You know what happens when you don’t behave.” And then his hand slapped her ass. Hard.
Nesta sucked in a breath, hands gripping the edge of the desk, and he spanked her again. Cassian knew she usually loved it when he was rough with her, and this time was no different. By the fourth time his palm came down on her ass, Nesta was moaning loudly, and he decided to take pity on her. Ignoring his aching cock that strained against his pants, begging to be buried inside her tight heat, he dragged two fingers through her dripping folds. He collected some of her sticky wetness and smeared it across her back entrance, making her moan. Fuck, she was so wet that he didn’t even need lube to rub circles around her fluttering hole. But she was not ready yet, and truth to be told, he wanted to drag this out a bit more. He placed a kiss on the back of her neck and sat back on the chair, popping open the button of his pants to release some of the pressure.
Nesta straightened, turning around to face him. “Why did you stop?”, she asked.
He didn’t answer, letting her figure out what he wanted. She eyed his unbuttoned pants and reached for the zipper, but Cassian stopped her. The air around them was buzzing with electricity and permeated with the scent of their arousal. The way Nesta was looking at him made Cassian feel like he was on fire, and he was more than happy to burn. He watched her eyes lit up with the realization of what he wanted and growled when Nesta slid a hand between her legs, touching herself in front of him. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Make yourself come.”
Since she was still wearing her nightgown, he couldn’t see what her fingers were doing, but he had watched Nesta pleasure herself in front of him enough times by now to know exactly how she did it. It was one of their kinks, watching each other as they touched themselves. And Cauldron damn him, the way Nesta’s lips parted as she threw her head back, exposing the column of her throat, had him pull his member free and wrap a hand around it. As if sensing his movement, Nesta’s head shot up, blue-grey eyes locking onto his. Breathtaking.
“Cass,” she moaned, and he couldn’t wait any longer to taste the sweetness between her legs. He dropped to his knees, pushing her hand away and dragging his tongue up her centre, groaning against her dripping folds. He put one of her feet on his shoulder, and she braced her hands on the desk behind her, closing her eyes. Considering everything they had done on his desk, Cassian was honestly pleased with himself for getting any work done every time he was near it. But then again, they had done things pretty much everywhere in the House. Cassian feasted on Nesta’s sweetness, sucking her clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue, curling two fingers inside her as he drew circles around her bundle of nerves.
“I- I’m close,” she panted.
Cassian knew how to make her fall over the edge. As he devoured her, one of his fingers started playing with her tight back entrance until her muscles relaxed and he could slide the tip inside.
“Cassian, oh my god, yes,” she cried out, hips bucking against his face as he circled her clit with his tongue just as he started pumping his finger inside her hole.
He growled against her centre, tongue hitting a deep spot that had Nesta moan loudly.
“Gods, I love your pretty little cunt,” he groaned as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her taste was addicting, and he was greedy for it. Cassian had made a point to eat Nesta out almost every day, and it was his favorite way to wake her up in the morning. Usually by the time she came on his tongue they were late for training and he was left with a hard, aching cock he had to take care of by himself, but as long as Nesta had climaxed at least once he didn’t mind.
Cassian pushed a second finger inside her and curled his digits in a come hither motion while his tongue flicked her bundle of nerves, and Nesta shattered, throwing her head back in a silent scream. He lapped up everything she gave him, not stopping until she pushed his head away from her sensitive core. Yes, watching Nesta Archeron lose control was definitely a religious experience.
Cassian waited for her to catch her breath, lowering the foot he had placed on his shoulder to the floor. He drank in the sight of her stunning face and sweet, sinful body made for him to worship.
“That was- wow,“ she panted, pushing back a few strands of hair that had escaped her braid.
“Speechless, Nes?” he teased.
“Don’t be cocky”, she said as she kicked him, a smile playing on her lips.
They looked at each other, Cassian still on the floor. He thought it fitting to kneel in front of the goddess that was his mate. He didn’t care if she was Lady Death or not, didn’t care about how much power the Mother had left her. For him, his wife was a goddess, powers or not. And he would worship her like one. He kissed her stomach and caressed the back of her thighs until his hands reached her ass. Nesta’s eyes became impossibly silver, and Cassian knew his own gaze was darkening.  
“Wait for me in the bedroom, sweetheart. And lose the nightgown.“
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Cassian admired Nesta’s sinful curves as she walked away, discarding her nightgown in the doorway. He couldn’t help but feel smug when he noticed her legs were shaking. Then he gathered all he needed to make this night memorable and joined her in their bedroom.
Nesta was standing near the window, completely naked. Te urge to press her against the glass and have his way with her made his skin prickle, but he resisted, the thought of what he had planned much more appealing. “Lay on the bed, face down”, he ordered.
She gave him a questioning look, but did as she was told. Cassian took off his clothes, then picked up the first item he had selected, a lavender-scented massage oil. He straddled Nesta’s thighs, careful not to put too much weight on her, then poured some product into his hands and set to work.
He started with her shoulders, letting his hands glide over her smooth skin and applying more pressure on where she needed it the most. He kneaded the muscles of her shoulders, sore from that morning’s training session, and was rewarded by a pleased hum. Nesta’s body was pliant under his calloused hands, her eyes closed and lips slightly parted. When his hands worked on a particularly good spot, she exhaled softly, lost in bliss. Cassian then switched to her legs, starting from the soles of her feet, and slowly making his way up her calves and thighs. He finally reached her inner thigh, and Nesta let out a needy whimper as his fingers ghosted over her centre. He could see the wetness glistening between her legs, smell the intensity of her desire.
He rubbed more oil between his palms and began rubbing circles on her ass cheeks, then kneaded and squeezed gently until her skin warmed to his touch. He placed his thumbs in the creases where her legs met her cheeks and glided his thumbs in small circles, pressing deeper and reveling in her soft moans. Gods, he wanted to eat her out again.
He freed her hair from the simple braid it was tied in. “Turn around.”
She did, and her gaze went to his lips in a silent invitation. Cassian could do nothing but oblige her, pressing his body on hers and claiming her mouth in a heated kiss, tongue caressing hers and teeth chewing on her lower lip. One of his hands went to her ass, kneading the plump flesh until Nesta tugged at his hair and moaned into his mouth. Cauldron, he wanted her so badly.
He dragged his mouth away from hers with a wet pop. “We can stop here if that’s what you want.” He meant it. As much as he craved more, he would not ask for what she wasn’t ready to give. “I can take you as I normally do. Or you can take me,” he added, smirking down at her. Her eyes told him she was remembering what they’d done the previous week. “We don’t-“
She silenced him with a kiss. “I want to try,” she said.
“You sure?” he asked.
He wasn’t expecting her to grab his cock, and groaned at the blissful sensation of her hand around him. “I want this, Cassian”, she whispered onto his lips. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
 Fuck, just hearing those words from her made his cock twitch in anticipation. Cassian gave her one last kiss before maneuvering their bodies until they were both laying on their sides, in a spooning position that he knew from personal experience felt fantastic for both giver and receiver. As much as the thought of gripping her hips and thrust wildly into her while she was on all fours thrilled him, this position felt more intimate, it allowed him better access to her body, and it made him feel closer to her. This was how they had sex during lazy winter mornings when they were both a little sleepy and didn’t want to get up just yet. He usually kissed her neck and drew circles on her clit with his thumb, and she whispered his name and fought to keep her eyes open while he worked her tight pussy. Right now he wanted that kind of intimacy, but with a lot more cursing and screaming each other’s names in ecstasy.
As soon as she felt his hardness against her bottom, Nesta immediately started grinding against it, making it really hard for Cassian not to take her right then. He hissed and grabbed her throat in a possessive gesture, squeezing lightly. “Hold still, or I’m gonna have to punish you again”, he rasped against her ear. I need to play with you a little more before filling this gorgeous ass with my cum.”
Nesta moaned at his words, and Cassian lowered his hand from her throat and brought it between her legs, playing with her clit and slipping a finger inside her wet heat. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Cassian”, she keened when he added a second finger and then a third, curling them inside her as she rode his hand with abandon.
“That’s it Nes. Come on baby, give me another one”, he groaned against her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Nesta moaned as he hit a deep spot that drove her crazy each time. His throbbing cock was pressed against her ass, and he couldn’t stop his own hips from moving in search of friction, leaving a damp smear of pre-cum on her skin. Cassian felt her walls tighten around his fingers and knew she was already close to the edge. Good, he didn’t think he could wait any longer to be inside her. She shattered with a strangled moan, and he nuzzled her neck as he waited for her to come down from her high.
Nesta turned her head towards him, lips a breath away from his. Cassian reached for the bottle of lube, and she watched intently as he layered his length with a generous amount of product. He moved slowly, waiting for her to stop him. She didn’t. He spread more liquid around her back entrance, her hole fluttering as he rubbed circles around it to make sure she was ready to take him. He settled behind her, ready. “Remember to breathe, Sweetheart.”
Nesta nodded, and Cassian thrust himself forward, entering her inch by inch.
 Fuck. Fuck. She was so might meltingly tight that it was an effort not to come as soon as her walls clamped around him. He stilled to let her adjust to his size, kissing her sweetly behind the ear and trying his best not to spill inside her right then.
Once she relaxed around him, Cassian brought one of her legs forward, bending her knee and changing the angle of their hips, allowing his length to enter her more fully. Nesta moaned as her hand gripped the sheets. And then Cassian was moving, slowly at first, then faster.
“Cass,” she gasped out, and he cursed as she became impossibly tight around him. “Yeah? Am I making you feel good?” he ground out, thrusting into her with long, drawn-out strokes. Her answer was a loud moan that had his eyes roll in the back of his head. He kept his movements slow, building up both their pleasures.
“Harder,” she keened.
“Say please,” he said as he slowed his movements, hissing as her walls squeezed him in the most pleasurable way.
Nesta resisted all but ten seconds before giving in. “Cassian, please.”
He chuckled darkly and kissed her cheek. “So needy,” he whispered in her ear, and then let go of his control, loosing himself in her and fucking her as he had always dreamed of doing.
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Nesta
 Nesta had never imagined that she could feel so full. It hurt, but the slight pain made everything better, more intense. Gods, Cassian was so thick, and she could feel every inch of him as he filled her with deep, powerful strokes, moaning obscenities against her neck. His hand gripped her hip with bruising strength, and she hoped the bruises would remain for days just so she could look in the mirror every morning and think about this moment of pure bliss.
With every thrust of his hips, she pushed back slightly, taking him even deeper and gasping as all thick inches of him stretched her in the most pleasurable way. She didn’t have it in her to feel ashamed of the dirty moans that escaped her when he snapped his hips into hers with more force, giving her exactly what she wanted.
Cassian was whispering filthy praises in Illyrian against her skin, his voice even deeper and hotter, the words rolling naturally off his tongue. Nesta had started learning Illyrian a year ago, but Cassian didn’t know that. He was unaware that she could understand almost all the filthy things he was saying, and she could hardly wait for the day in which she’d repeat all those things back to him.
She felt her stomach coil and knew her orgasm would be like nothing she’d ever felt before. Needing an anchor, she reached behind her, finding purchase on Cassian’s neck and pulling at his hair, eliciting a groan from him. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with the one of their panting breaths. Every part of Cassian’s body was pressed against hers, his scent enveloping her as he held her tightly against him and worked a purple bruise on the skin of her neck. He suddenly changed the angle of his hips, picking up the pace, and if she thought it felt good before she was wrong because now all she knew was pleasure, exquisite, intoxicating, oh gods I’m going to pass out pleasure.
“Cassian,“ she moaned.
“Yeah, moan my name, sweetheart,” he groaned, licking the shell of her ear. “Come for me.”
Oh gods, she loved it when he talked dirty to her. Cassian reached between her legs and began fucking her with his fingers. Nesta’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as Cassian pumped his long, thick digits inside her, and her orgasm approached faster and faster. She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs, chest rising and falling rapidly as her pleasure built and built, her toes curling in anticipation. The sensation of being that stretched out was foreign but oh so good, and she moaned Cassian’s name as he timed the movements of his hips with the one of his fingers. When he thrust his hips forward, he pulled his digits almost all the way out and vice versa, alternating. When he sensed she was close, he changed pattern, pushing forward with his hips and fingers at the same time. He continued his maddening torture until she could barely stand it anymore, her body taught as a bowstring, ready to snap.
Cassian must have needed release as bad as she did. He pushed forward in a deep, powerful thrust, curled two fingers inside her and pressed on her clit at the same time, and Nesta exploded. She screamed as her climax tore through her, eyes rolling back in her head and walls spasming around the lengths that filled her. Fuck, she was going to pass out from sheer pleasure. Cassian came soon after her, hips twitching erratically as his hot release filled her. He bit her shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood, hand going back to her hip and holding her body flush to his as he emptied himself inside her.
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The next thing she remembered was Cassian releasing her hip and easing himself out of her. Nesta sucked in a breath at the sudden feeling of emptiness. She felt completely boneless as Cassian delicately pushed a few damp strands of hair out of her face. The thought of getting up to clean the sticky wetness between her thighs seemed nearly impossible.
“You okay?” he murmured sweetly as he propped himself on one elbow and looked down at her.
Nesta rolled on her back and kept her eyes closed as she nodded, already about to drift off. She felt warm lips brush her forehead, then a rush of cold air hit her as Cassian got up from the bed, probably heading towards the bathroom. Since she didn’t hear the tub being filled, she figured he wasn’t running her a bath and waited for him to come back with a towel. She kept her eyes closed as his footsteps approached, too tired to do anything but lay there and let Cassian take care of everything.
He chuckled as he nudged her legs open. “You’re not going to help, are you?”, he asked.
“Mh, sleep,“ she mumbled. She felt Cassian wipe the warm, damp towel between her legs, wincing slightly when it brushed her still sensitive clit.
“Sorry,” he said. “I’ll kiss it better tomorrow.”
“Gods, you’re insatiable,” she murmured, blindly reaching for him. “C’mere.”
Cassian laid down next to her, molding his body around hers and kissing her temple. “Are you sure you’re okay, sweetheart?”, he asked, eyeing the bite mark he’d left on her shoulder earlier.
Nesta snuggled closer to him. “I’m fine, you worry too much.” She was bone tired, but the slight tension in Cassian’s muscles, a sign of his worry, kept her awake. She could practically hear the wheels spinning inside his head, and knew he was replaying their night over and over, trying to find the exact moment things had gone from rough to too much. Gathering her strength, Nesta opened her eyes and lifted her head from Cassian’s chest. “Cass, I’m okay. I-” She hesitated. Maybe it was because she’d been repressing her emotions for so long, or maybe she was just scared of being vulnerable, but even after all this time, opening herself up to someone was still hard for her. “You know, I’ve wanted to do this for a long, long time. With you, I mean. It’s always been you, Cassian. The things you and I do.. I’ve never wanted to do them with anyone else, not even when I used to sleep with a different person each night. With you I want to try everything, find out all the ways in which we can give each other pleasure. And you know why?” She made sure he was watching her before continuing. ” Because I trust you like I’ve never trusted anyone before. Because I know you would never hurt me. You always make me feel good, loved, and safe, and tonight was no different.“
Cassian’s hazel eyes furiously scanned her face, looking for any sign of distress. When he found none, he relaxed, tightening his arms around her body and encasing her in his warmth. Nesta placed her head back on his chest, closing her eyes. Cassian caressed her face, fingers following the slope of her nose, the curve of her cheekbones, the shell of her ear. His calloused skin drew loving patterns up and down her spine, tracing the outline of her tattoo. Not the one left by her bargain with the Cauldron and the Mother, but the Illyrian markings on the nape of her neck. A matching tattoo could be found on Cassian’s inner wrist, right over his pulse. “Everything, uh? I have so many ideas, Nes.”
Nesta was already drifting to sleep, lulled by the steady sound of Cassian’s heartbeat. The last things she heard before falling asleep were a few whispered words, followed by a feather-light kiss on her brow. “We have time. We have forever.”
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