#cassain smut

[princess-tulip-writes]

can you please write daddy kink with cassian hehe 💞💞💗

“daddy.” you screamed, your legs shaking violently as his hips pistoned mercilessly into you.

“yeah, babydoll? does daddy make your pretty pussy feel good?” cassian teased, his thumb rubbing your clit expertly.

you gasped at the overwhelming feeling, nodding your head vigorously. “yes, fuck. fuck yes, daddy. you ma-ke my p-pussy feel so good.” you babbled as the band in your stomach snapped, a harsh orgasm bolting through your whole body.

“good job, baby. come on, cum on my cock. show daddy how much of a good little slut you are for him.” he cood, encouraging your body to give him everything.

your thighs jiggled at they shook around his toned hips, your eyes rolling back in your head as his cock never gave up.

“there you go, sweet thing. show daddy how much you love his cock.”

#cassian 🌷 #cassian blurb #cassian lemon #cassian x reader smut #cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassain smut #cassian acotar #acotar smut #acotar x reader #acotar x reader smut #a court of thorns and roses smut #the bat boys 🦇

[darklove9314-blog]

For a spicy prompts... What do you think of Nessian having sex in the library? I keep imagining the two of them with sheets on the floor. In the morning Nesta crawling trying to escape through the door and Cassian drag her back by her legs 🤭

Nesta bit down on her moan of pleasure, trying to keep as quiet as she possibly could, hoping no one in the house heard them and decided to investigate what they were doing up here.

She glanced towards the door, watching it carefully as she felt the first exploration of Cassian's tongue. She moaned quietly, her breath coming in pants as Cassian glanced up at her from beneath her skirts, placing his finger to his mouth with a wicked smile.

"We wouldn't want the others to hear you, now would we, Nes?" He inquired that wicked smile remaining on his face.

"Perhaps if you weren't doing such wicked things to me with that Gods damned tongue of yours I wouldn't have to keep it quiet." She stated as Cassian prompted her up further on the table, glancing down at her with feral desire before he tilted her chin up so she would meet his eyes.

"Now what would be the fun in that?" He asked, kneeling down before her once more as he prompted her legs on either side of his shoulders before his tongue descended on her once more causing her to gasp out loud before she clamped her mouth shut, causing Cassian to chuckle before he thrusted his tongue inside of her, dipping it inside to taste her from the source.

She tried to distract herself from the feel of his tongue, tried to keep herself from soaring high from the feel of his tongue inside of her. If someone had told her that he could fuck her this good, she would have token him up on the offer sooner.

She felt him slip one finger inside of her center as she slapped a hand across her mouth to suppress her moan. Keeping quiet was not her strong suit, but Gods damned if she would give him the satisfaction of realizing just how much she had wanted this from him. How much she had wanted other things from him.

He slipped another finger inside, her breathes coming in sporadically as she felt him stretch her out, accommodating his fingers like she would soon accommodate his cock.

Cassian smelt the her arousal, growling in response as he pulled her closer. Two could play at that game, she thought, as she thrusted her hips to meet his fingers and face.

He met her thrust for thrust, her moans getting harder to keep silence now as she felt her orgasm pulse through her. That's when she felt it, the absence of his tongue as he stood quickly, her legs shaking.

She glanced up at him, disbelief on her face.

"Did you just-"

A wicked, feral grin spread across her face before he instructed,

"Get up."

Normally she would tell him to fuck off, that she would do whatever she wished, but something inside of her, begged her to listen as she stood up, her eyes glancing up to his as he tilted her chin up, pressing his lips to hers in a feral, feverish kiss, before rasping out.

"Do you taste that, Nes? That taste is how much you desire me."

Her heart pounded at the statement that she couldn't disagree with, the evidence of that want all over her face before his hands ran down her hips, glancing down at her as a small growl escaped him. She could already tell that he was finding it difficult to restrain himself. That he wanted to be inside of her as soon as he could.

"Go to the bookshelves, Nesta. And try to find your favorite smutty book." He instructed catching her off guard as she wandered over to the stacks, trying to find the book she was looking for before she felt him behind her, his powerful hands gathering her hair as she struggled to breath due to his touch.

Nesta didn't know what Cassian was planning as her eyes continued to scan the titles, confused when she saw that the place she had hidden her favorite book was empty, the space where it had been blank as Cassian lifted something up, aligning with her vision as her gaze flickered to what he was holding.

"Is this what you're looking for, Nes? I hope that you don't mind, but I borrowed it for research purposes." He stated placing the book beside her as she felt his hands on her hips. bending her over to where she was perfectly aligned with his cock, the outline of it hard against his leathers.

"I would brace your hands on the bookshelf, sweetheart. You may need the assistance when I'm done with everything I want to do with that pretty pussy of yours."

Nesta took a sharp intake of breath, before she placed her hands on the bookshelf as she heard Cassian fumbling with the pulls and stays of his leathers, exhaling in what she assumed was relief after he had accomplished getting out of them as she felt him gathering up her skirts, sliding down her stockings and panties, keeping them at her ankles as her nails dug into the shelf in anticipation.

He pressed himself against her, pressing his lips to her neck as she felt the head of his cock roaming through her wetness, making her moan softly as he circled her entrance, making her pound with that undying need for him.

"Hold on tight, Nes." He whispered to her as he slid inside of her, causing her to gasp at how utterly full she felt with him inside of her.

He gave her a minute to gather herself as she adjusted to him. She nodded at him, urging for him to continue as she held onto the shelf until his thrust became for powerful, the power of them making the stacks of books and the shelves shake as Nesta cried out, not caring who heard them since if anyone passed right the sound of the bookshelves shaking would alert them to what was really going on here.

Books fell from the shelves at the power of his thrust as he protected her from them, still never losing his concentration as her legs trembled at the power of those thrust. His hand close to her throat, holding himself and her there to where the only thing she could feel was him. She tilted her head back, resting it upon his shoulder as she let the moan out, his hand going around her throat further, not enough to hurt her, but enough to pleasure her as well as himself.

"I'm close, sweetheart. Where do you want it?" He asked as she panted, her mind ebbing with pleasure as she breathed.

"Inside me. I want it inside of me."

He obliged, quickening his pace as Nesta's grasp of the bookshelf waivered. She expected herself to fall, but Cassian was there to catch her as he took them to the floor, still inside of her, still trying to get them both to their climax.

"Your wings." She called out, feeling her orgasm deep inside of her.

He outstretched them to where they were in front of her as she ran her hand over them. He rammed up into her, the first splashes of his orgasm feeling her as she continued to stroke him, her own orgasm rocking through her as she cried out, his come filling her until he was spent and they both collapsed to the floor in a heap.

She rolled over, her head on his chest as she felt the rapid beating of his heart, a smile tugging at her lips at the thought that she had done that.

"Next time you should take me on this floor instead." She smiled, trying to pull away from him before he pulled her back, laying her back down as her chest heaved, glancing up at the desire in his hazel brown eyes as she ran her hands through his silky strands. Her heart pounding at her chest at the porximity. At her undying quench of thirst for him, making her want him again and again.

"That's an excellent idea." He murmured as he pressed a kiss to her lips and took her once again.

#nesta archeron #cassain #nessian #nessian smut #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf

[azsazz]

Hungry for More

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: “Gonna fuck the attitude right out of you and your smart little mouth” -Cassian as Az watches with a little smirk. That’s it. That’s the brain rot for tonight. Thank you for joining me.

Warnings: Smut, oral (f giving), double penetration, dom/sub dynamics, bondage.

Word Count: 2,279

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“Gonna fuck the attitude right out of you and your smart little mouth,” Cassian growls down at you, where you sit on your knees before the warrior.

Azriel watches from the entrance of the room, broad shoulders taking up nearly the entirety of the door frame as he smirks at the scene playing out before him. His shadows trail through the room like hungry snakes, slithering straight towards you.

Your cheeks heat at Cassian's words, cunt convulsing as you avert your gaze, suddenly embarrassed with your actions.

“No,” the warlord murmurs, hooking his fingers beneath your chin. “Keep your eyes on me. You wanted to act up, there’s no shying away from your punishment now, sweetheart.” You meet his burning gaze again and his hazel eyes melt a little, tracing his thumb across your lower lip. “There’s my girl,” he praises, and your face flushes again as he dips his finger between your lips, allowing you to keen and suck the salt from his skin.

“Yes, baby, just like that.” His eyes are alight with lust as he watches you suck on his thumb. The softness of your tongue lathes across it and he can feel it all the way in his cock, where it’s straining dangerously in his leathers. He wouldn’t be surprised if the ties tear as you keep up your exaggerated moans, looking much more like the obedient girl they know you to be, when you’re getting what you want.

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you at Cassain’s praise. It makes your fingers slide up your own body, dragging up your sides to play with your nipples for him as you flutter your lashes so the male before you might speed things along.

Cassian hisses at the sight, the way you teasingly bite down on his finger that’s swirling through the saliva you’re letting build up in your mouth. You know he likes you when you’re a mess for him, smeared makeup and tangled hair, his cum dripping down your thighs and streaking across your chest. And you love every minute of wearing it, being marked by him.

“No touching,” Azriel reprimands, finally pushing his way into the room, his strides confident. His shadows sweep up behind him, shutting the door with a snick. The lock turning shut reverberates in your cunt, clit throbbing with each strike of his boots on the hardwood floors.

Your hands fall away from your body on his command and Gods do you look so fucking pretty when you listen. You look even better on your knees for them, the way that they tower above you but stare down at you like you’re their special prize.

Your hands find the floor, the shadows he’d left in a cooling pool around you now slide through your fingers, twisting up your palms to your wrists and pulling tight. You squeak, trying to wrench your arms away but the darkness doesn’t give an inch. Your instinct is to turn your head to see what’s going on down there but Cassian’s thumb only presses further into your mouth, making you gag. 

“What did I say about keeping your eyes up?” he asks, using one hand to untie his leathers. You swallow but it’s hard when he’s replacing his thumb with two fingers and pressing them further down your throat.

Azriel joins the towering male, eyes dark and fringe cascading over his eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest; it makes the tight black shirt he’s wearing strain against thick muscle as he smirks down at you, your lips puffy and pink around Cassian’s plunging fingers.

The look alone is enough to have your cunt gushing, weeping for them. Your body burns but the icy cold of his shadows around your wrists ground you as you sit there and take it, knees aching already but heart pulsing excitedly in your chest.

The shadowsingers smirk only grows when Cassian’s cock comes tumbling out of its confines. He takes himself in hand, tugging roughly and cursing when the sight of it has more saliva gathering in your mouth. There’s a bead of precum sitting at the tip like a taunt, ready for you to lean forward and take.

Except that you can’t move. You’re chained down to the floor by whorls of shadow that Azriel doesn’t let up on. Your body is thrumming with energy. You can’t wait for them to use you like the naughty thing you’d been tonight, and as Azriel’s shoves his shirt up, uncovering those deliciously carved abs and the lines that cut down to his cock, you’re more than ready for your punishment.

Everything happens at once. Cassian’s pulling his thumb from your mouth only for you to gasp, trying to choke down the pooling saliva threatening to spill from your open lips. Azriel lets his eager shadows slip between the fabric of your undergarments and plunge across your throbbing clit. The sensation causes you to choke, but Cassian’s shoving his cock all the way down your throat, hand sliding into the hair at the back of your head to keep you from pulling away.

Your eyes widen. Your chest is aching with a thousand Autumn fires, screaming for breath, but Cassian’s cock feels too good in your mouth. Azriel places a soft hand on your cheek and your eyes startle to his. It’s a silent urge to calm you down while his shadows continue their fervent writhing against your cunt.

When your mind clears enough for you to focus on the task at hand, you force your body to relax, lathing your tongue around as much of Cassian’s girth as you can. Your jaw is aching already, stretched far too wide with his cock too deep. You can feel it in your throat, the coarse hairs brushing your nose as he holds you to the base of him.

Azriel’s soothing fingers move down to your throat, feeling the bulge of where Cassian is rooted into you. Your fingers curl into the chains of shadows still pinning you to the ground, and you meet his golden gaze, admiring you like you’re a prize.

“You know the word, right?” Azriel asks, and you can hardly nod with Cassian’s cock in your mouth. “Good girl. Go ahead, Cass.”

Cassian pulls out enough for you to exhale harshly. The heat of your breath across his cock has him twitching already. It’s hard to breathe properly around his cock because it’s still filling your mouth, and he only gives you a few pants of air before he’s plunging back into your throat and fucking you deep.

“Fuck, baby, I can feel him in you,” Azriel’s low timber is carried on echoes of his shadows. It makes your cunt clench and your thighs strain to pull closed, but the darkness keeping you tied to the ground seems to multiply, wrapping tightly around your knees to keep them pried apart. 

You whimper, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as Cassian abuses your mouth with his cock. It feels amazing, you love being filled in any way, shape, or form by them, you just wish that you could scratch and cling to them like your body so desperately craves. But it wouldn’t be a punishment if they allowed you that mercy.

The warlord groans, effectively cutting off your noises with his cock once again. 

“You like that, don't you, sweetheart?” Cassian grunts, hips fucking into your face. He watches with glee, the way you take him in so perfectly, the disappearance of his long length deep into your tight throat. His orgasm is building much quicker than he’d like, but he always was a sucker for your pretty lips.

He growls when Azriel stops him just short of rooting himself in the bottom of your throat and painting your insides with his cum. His chest is heaving as much as yours when he’s pried away and Azriel takes his place, glorious cock shining from where he’d used his own spit to jerk himself off at the sight of you both.

“My turn,” the shadowsinger replies, but there’s no heat behind his words because he’s distracted with guiding himself down your throat. Your tight, mouth hot and inviting and it nearly makes his knees shake as his fingers slip into your hair and he guides your head off and on his cock again.

“Godsdamn,” Cassian murmurs, watching you with intrigue. He’ll never understand how you do it, and with so little complaint, but he fucking loves you for it. “That’s it, sweetheart, nice and slow.”

Azriel’s pace is a lot less bruising than Cassian’s had been, as if he could simply press his cock into your throat all day. His shadows praise you as much as he does and you melt for him, going lax in his grip to guide you just how he likes. He makes sure you’re being taken care of, his darkness enveloping your cunt. 

Your body writhes as another orgasm builds when the shadowsinger picks up his pace, jerking in and out of you like you’re nothing more than a toy for him to play with. But having him in your mouth, making those sounds, is one of your favorite things.

He finally pulls out before he takes it too far and keeps you so far down his cock while he cums that you suffocate, brushing the damp hair from your face and wiping the tears from your cheeks as your body heaves for breath. 

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, brushing his thumb beneath your lip to clean up the saliva that’s been pouring out around their cocks. He offers it to Cassian who sucks the shadowsingers finger into his mouth with pleasure.

“Think you can fit the both of us in your mouth, sweetheart?” Cassian asks, sidling closer to Azriel’s side. He’s holding his cock near Azriel’s, and the sight of both of their glistening cocks right before your very eyes has you nearly cumming again, panties be damned.

“No,” you admit honestly. Your voice is hoarse, ruined from where they’d fucked into your mouth so hard you swore they split your throat. Every breath is like swallowing barbs, but the satisfied looks on their faces make you preen. 

Azriel and Cassian exchange looks and you cry out as the shadows work you to your edge again, heat consuming you as you cum. They know how to work you just as well as each of the males standing before you, and they’re as soft as their wicked tongues, working your clit and even dipping into your dripping cunt to brush against the spot that makes you see stars.

Your knees hurt and your thighs are shaking from pleasure. You’re sure that there would be a puddle beneath you if it weren’t for your undergarments, completely soaked through.

“Open,” Cassian demands as you blink the black from your vision. Both males stare down at you hungrily, twisting their cocks in their hands at the sight of you cumming, tied up and at their mercy.

You comply, only because you know that if you disobey things will be so much worse. You’re hitting a wall. It’s not enough to use your safeword but you want to please the males that press the heads of their cocks into your mouth, stretching your cheeks as they work their way inside.

You thought that having one of them in your mouth was bliss, but both of them are utter heaven. Even though it’s a little uncomfortable, they’re not moving, letting you use your tongue to lathe and suck at them on your own terms.

Sliding the flat of your tongue across both of their heads, the Illyrians release twin noises of approval. The praise makes your stomach twist wildly, and you sink further into the shadows furiously fucking you.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” Cassian breathes harshly, working his hand up and down his length with fervor. Azriel’s eyes are a dark demand for more, but he’s respecting the cavern of your mouth and his friend’s cock beside him as he touches himself. 

He can feel Cassian’s cock pulsing, hot and heavy against his own as you work that magic tongue of yours around them both. You’re far too skilled to have only done something like this with them, and he tightens his fist at the thought of you with another male’s cock in your mouth. He’s going to paint you white with his cum, use you and mark you as his, and ruin you for every male that might try their hand at seducing you.

Cassian cums with a shout. Hot streams of his seed spurt, painting the walls of your mouth white. He pulls out, spilling onto your face and chest and you watch happily as the orgasm wracks his body.

Azriel takes the free space to plunge once more into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat before he’s orgasming with a dark moan that makes his shadows quiver. Unlike the warlord, he lets you suck him dry, stroking himself through his orgasm until his knees shake and he kneels before you.

He disperses his shadows with a single thought and catches your shaking body in his arms. Cassian joins the both of you as Azriel hushes you and pulls you into his lap, uncaring that you’re covered in cum. 

Cassian strokes strong hands down your back and you revel in the feeling of the both of them surrounding you, praising you for a job well done. 

Your eyes flutter shut but Azriel’s tapping your cheek three soft times, scooping you into his arms as he stands.

“We’re not done yet. Get up, sweetheart.”

#azriel x reader #cassian x reader #azriel x cassian x reader #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar

[moodymelanist]

Handprints and Good Grips

happy last and final day of @sjmromanceweek, everyone! I couldn’t let this week go by without giving y’all some Nessian smut, so I hope this hits the spot 🤭 this one is a continuation of Take All of Me from SJM Romance Week 2023, but all you need to know about that one is Nessian didn’t make it out the house for their reservations.

I had such a blast putting this week together and seeing everyone's amazing contributions. I hope you enjoy today's fic and see you all very very soon for @nestaarcheronweek in April!!

Summary: Cassian and Nesta are absolutely, one hundred percent going to make it to their fancy dinner reservations this year.

At least… that was the intention. Again.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut lies ahead!

Read on AO3 here!

♡♡♡♡♡ Cassian

As Cassian fussed with his tie in front of the bedroom mirror, he couldn’t help but grin at his own reflection. He knew he looked good in his crisp, white button-up shirt and well-fitted black slacks, but his favorite accessory had to be the gold wedding band settled perfectly on his left hand.

Two years in, and he didn’t think he’d ever get tired of looking at it. 

They were supposed to celebrate their second wedding anniversary tonight, and for once they were actually moving according to schedule. Nesta was in the bathroom doing her hair and makeup while Cassian had been relegated to the bedroom, and they had about twenty minutes left before they needed to leave.

After they hadn’t even made it out the house last year, Nesta was even more hell-bent on making it to their reservation this time. If she could have it her way, she would’ve gotten ready elsewhere and just met Cassain at the restaurant just to cut down on the risk of what happened last year happening again. 

It made absolutely no sense to do that, though, so Cassian was treated to the sight of watching his wife get ready for a night out. Nesta was always stunning to him, but there was just something about watching her get all dolled up just for him that rubbed him exactly the right way.

Once Cassian finished messing with his tie in the mirror, he winked at himself before settling on the corner of the bed to wait for Nesta to come out of the bathroom again. It didn’t take long for her to make an appearance; as much as she liked to complain about him distracting her, they both knew how much she liked having his eyes on her.

When Nesta walked by him, Cassian couldn’t help but reach out and snake an arm around her waist. She was still in the robe she liked to wear when she was getting ready, the silky material perfect for running a hand across her ass. “Mhmm, you look so good.” 

“I’m not even dressed yet,” Nesta responded with a roll of her eyes. Her hair was still in rollers, but her makeup was mostly done, and Cassian was a little obsessed with the way her smoky eyeliner made her eyes look so blue. 

“I don’t see the problem with that,” he answered, still rubbing a hand across her ass. Was she wearing underwear right now, or were they so thin that he couldn’t feel them through the material of her robe? Either option would be good. 

“Don’t you start with me,” she told him, cutting off his train of thought with a flick to his forearm. She let him grab one last handful of her ass before she wiggled out of his grip entirely. “We are not canceling this reservation again. Do you understand me?”

“Uh huh,” he answered. His eyes were still glued to the way the fabric clung to her body, and he forced them back up to her face with an unrepentant smirk. “Perfectly, sweetheart.”

“Don’t you sweetheart me,” she warned him, fixing him with a highly unamused look. “I know exactly what you’re up to.”

“A man can’t appreciate his wife without being accused of ulterior motives?” he asked innocently. “What has this world come to?”

She just rolled her eyes before grabbing the earrings she’d been looking for and walking back toward the bathroom. He hated to see her go, but holy shit, did he love to watch her leave. “Save it, Cassian. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

Cassian headed toward the living room while he waited, deciding to at least try to be good while she finished getting ready. It didn’t take long for him to put on his shoes and grab their coats, and in a burst of foresight, he briefly ran outside and started warming the car up so they wouldn’t be freezing when they got outside. 

When Nesta sashayed out of their bedroom, she found Cassian holding her coat out to help her slide into it. “Hey. You ready to go?”

“Yeah. You look…” Cassian trailed off, trying and failing to come up with the right words to describe Nesta in her silky red dress and her bouncy curls and her smoky eyes. Her dress especially had his mouth falling open a little from the way the silky material clung to every curve, and the slit on the left side revealed just enough skin to make him go a little crazy. “God. I can’t even think of a good enough word right now, Nes.”

“A for effort, right?” Nesta replied with a smirk. Once her coat was on and she was facing him again, she didn’t hide the way she looked him over just as appreciatively. “You certainly cleaned up nicely.”

“I have to keep up with you, don’t I?” he fired back without missing a beat. 

“You can certainly try,” she retorted, still smirking a little bit. 

Nesta reached up and cupped Cassian’s face briefly, and he couldn’t stop himself from turning in to press a soft kiss to the inside of her palm. Her expression turned fond for a quick second before she grew serious.

“The only reason you’re driving is because I can’t with these shoes,” Nesta told him, motioning toward the car keys in his hand with a serious glare. God, she was so sexy when she scowled at him. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop it.”

“I can’t help it, sweetheart,” Cassian answered. He forced himself to step away from her so he could open the door for her, very much enjoying the way she stared him down the entire time. “You know what the glaring does to me.”

“Well, undo it,” she replied without missing a beat. After another long look, she finally sighed and moved toward the door. “We have places to be.”

They stepped outside into the cool February air and Cassian jogged ahead so he could open Nesta’s car door for her, too. She murmured a soft thank you as he offered his hand to get her up into the passenger seat, and he walked back toward the front door to make sure everything was locked before he got into the driver’s seat.

Once they were both strapped in and ready to go, Cassian pulled out of their driveway and put his hand on Nesta’s thigh as usual. He realized his mistake immediately after he felt all that bare, soft skin under his fingers — of course it was on the side where the slit in her dress was — but it seemed worse to pull away from her now. It was fine. He’d just… suffer in silence for the remaining twenty minutes of their car ride.  

“Ugh, it’s too quiet in here,” Nesta commented a few minutes into the drive. She shifted to reach for her phone and Cassian bit down hard on his lip to stop himself from thinking about how dangerously close his fingers had gotten to her panty line. Guess she was wearing underwear after all. “You like Reneé Rapp, right?”

“Whatever you want,” Cassian agreed, not even really hearing a word his wife said. He did like Reneé Rapp, but he didn’t process what Nesta said for at least another thirty seconds into the first song she’d queued up. “Oh. Yeah, I do like her.”

She just snorted. “Just focus on the road, baby.”

The next few minutes of their drive were uneventful until Cassian made his second mistake. He came to a stop at a red light and stole a quick glance over at Nesta… and managed to look right down the front of her dress. He’d picked the exact moment she leaned down to grab something out of her purse, revealing that she was not wearing a bra tonight. For those few seconds that she was bent over, every thought flew out of his mind other than how much her breasts were stretching the fabric of her dress and how perfect they would feel under his hands right now. 

Cassian didn’t come back to himself until the person behind him honked, and then he had to get himself together enough to start driving again. Stop thinking about Nesta’s tits, stop thinking about Nesta’s tits, stop thinking about Nesta’s tits…

“You alright?” Nesta asked from beside him. “The light’s green.”

“Yup,” Cassian answered, hoping his voice didn’t sound as strained as his pants were starting to feel. It turned out that telling himself to stop thinking about Nesta’s chest was the perfect way to only think about it, and his brain decided to be oh so helpful by playing his personal montage of favorite moments. Nesta at the pool last summer, Nesta fresh out of the shower, Nesta on her knees in front of him — Nesta, Nesta, Nesta. 

What was Cassian supposed to do? He was only a man, and one who was head over heels in love with Nesta. He only had but so much willpower, especially when she looked as good as she did right now. How the fuck was he supposed to make it through dinner and dessert when the only thing he wanted to eat was his beautiful wife?

Sighing heavily, he turned off the main avenue and got lucky a few minutes in finding a warning sign for a hidden road. Honestly, he was surprised he’d lasted as long as he did before giving in. 

“What are you doing?” Nesta asked, sounding deeply unamused. “The restaurant's the other way.”

“I know which way the restaurant is,” Cassian answered. He was practically white knuckling the steering wheel and it was a miracle it didn’t give under his grip. “We’re not making it.”

“Yes, we are,” she replied coolly. “Turn the car around.”

Cassian didn’t listen, instead continuing down the road until they were far enough that they probably wouldn’t be spotted. 

“Get in the backseat, Nesta,” Cassian told her once he’d parked the car and taken off his seatbelt. 

The unimpressed look on her face morphed into a glare so fierce it would’ve sent lesser men running for the hills. “Are you out of your mind? Keep driving, Cassian.”

“You have two choices,” he replied, turning to face her so he could reach out and grip the side of her neck. He wasn’t quite choking her, not yet, but it was more than enough to make her eyes go a little wide so he knew she was listening. “Either you get your pretty little ass in the backseat, or you get in my lap. Pick one.”

Cassian had never been more thankful to own an SUV as he watched Nesta sigh heavily, get out the car, and yank open the rear passenger door. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he told her once they were both in the backseat. He was way too big for them to lie down, so she tossed her shoes in the front seat and climbed into his lap.

“Yeah, I do,” she insisted with a glare. He wondered how long it would take to make her eat her words this time. “I wanted to actually make it out this time!”

“Then why’d you wear this, huh?” he asked, pushing her coat off her shoulders so he could play with the straps of her dress. They were so thin it would be a miracle if he didn’t end up snapping one of them by accident. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied. The effect was lessened by the way she was starting to breathe a little faster and lean into his touch. “I just—”

“You just what?” he cut her off. He pushed one strap off her shoulders and held back his smirk at the way she angled her other shoulder out. “Just wanted to push all my buttons so you could blame it on me?”

“No,” Nesta said, her eyes a little wide now. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” Cassian said back. He reached up to push the other strap off her shoulder and was immensely satisfied when she swallowed thickly. “Letting me feel you up, bending over to flash me… you think I don’t know all the little games you like to play with me?”

“I wasn’t,” she tried to argue, but she wasn’t really trying all that hard.

“Yes, you were,” he told her. The top of her dress was slowly sliding down now that there wasn’t anything to hold it up anymore, but he refused to give into temptation until she begged for it. “If you just admit it, maybe you’ll get what you want.”

“I don’t want anything,” she lied through her teeth. The way she was trying to subtly lean forward and push her breasts into his face said otherwise, though. “I just wanted to go to dinner.”

“Why, so all those people could look at what’s mine?” He laughed, a little meanly, and goosebumps broke out across her skin. “We can probably still make the grace period. I’d love to bend you over the table and teach you a fucking lesson.”

Bingo. Nesta’s eyes went really wide at that, and Cassian decided to take a little pity on her. He reached up and dug a hand into her hair so he could pull her down for a kiss, and she moaned right into his mouth once their lips finally met. She opened up for him immediately and started rocking her hips against his, both of them breathing hard now that they were grinding together to the same rhythm as their tongues.

“Fuck, look at you,” Cassian breathed once he pulled Nesta back by her hair. She was making him a little — no, a lot — crazy by how wrecked she looked already, and that was only the beginning. He was going to ruin her. “Love when you get like this.”

“Cassian, come on,” Nesta replied, whining just a little bit. She was still rocking against his cock and it was taking all his concentration not to give in and move with her. “Stop fucking with me.”

“You were fucking with me first, sweetheart,” he retorted. He shifted his grip on her so he was holding tight to her hips, earning an annoyed sound as he stopped her from moving altogether. “Maybe if you’d owned up to that we wouldn’t be in this situation, now would we?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” she cut herself off with a frustrated huff. He wanted her unable to string her words together, so this was a good start. “Please.”

“Please what?” he asked, grinning up at her.

“Please,” she repeated. “Touch me, let me touch you, I don’t care, just— something, please. I can’t fucking take it.”

“Take my cock out,” Cassian demanded after a few moments. Nesta reached down and unbuckled his belt, moving fast to unzip his pants and wrap her hands around his hard length. “Come on, Nesta. I don’t have all day.”

He breathed a sigh of relief once he was finally free, but it quickly changed to a groan once she started stroking him. She knew exactly how he liked it, her grip on the perfect edge between pleasure and pain, and he let his head fall back against the seat while he watched her. One of her hands wasn’t enough to wrap fully around him, but they both liked how much bigger he was than her.

Cassian nearly lost it when Nesta brought two of her fingers to her lips to taste the precum leaking from the tip, but he forced himself to take a deep breath and get a goddamn grip. “That’s enough. Pull your dress up.”

Nesta released her fingers with a pop and reached down to yank at her dress, exposing the tiny scrap of red lace that was supposed to count for underwear. All the jostling made the top of her dress fall down even further, exposing her breasts to the warm air of the car, and Cassian tweaked one of her nipples roughly before pushing her underwear to the side and thrusting two fingers inside without warning.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, one of her hands reaching out to steady herself on his shoulders. She was so soaked he was surprised it hadn’t spread to the inside of her thighs. “Cassian…” 

“You must really want it,” he commented casually, like she wasn’t hot and tight around his fingers and practically begging for his cock. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please fuck me,” she pleaded without missing a beat. She started rocking against him and her grip on his shoulder turned near-painful as she dug her nails in. “Please, I need you so bad, I’ve been thinking about sitting on your cock all night—”

Cassian couldn’t take waiting anymore. Hewithdrew his fingers and brought them to Nesta’s lips, his cock throbbing as she tasted herself with a little groan. She licked his fingers clean and stared right at him as he slowly pulled them out of her mouth; if he hadn’t been so ready to fuck her, he would’ve put her on her knees right then and there.

It took a little manuevering, but they managed to get the angle right for Cassian’s cock to line up perfectly with Nesta’s entrance. They both moaned as she slowly slid down onto his cock, Cassian unable to make up his mind about whether he wanted to watch Nesta take him inch by inch or her face while she did. He chose to look at her face so he could catalogue every little sound that came out of her mouth until their hips were flush.

“So fucking perfect,” Cassian murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to Nesta’s neck. It was so warm inside the car now that her skin was a little slick with sweat, but he didn’t give a fuck. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Nesta said. He lived for these tender little moments just as much as he did the rough, dirty ones, and so did she. “But I thought you were gonna fuck me.”

Cassian shifted his grip so he had one hand on her hip and the other on her ass so he could smack one of her cheeks. “I never said that, sweetheart. Get a fucking move on.”

Nesta didn’t waste any time, reaching out with both hands to steady herself on Cassian’s shoulders as she started rocking back and forth. She started slow and eventually picked up more speed, the windows starting to really fog up now as she bounced on his cock. She felt like heaven wrapped around him and felt twice as good, but it was only a matter of time until he was going to take matters into his own hands.

Cassian shifted his legs as wide as he could with Nesta sitting astride him, moving the hand on her ass back to her other hip so he could move her up and down on his cock in time with his thrusts. 

“Jesus Christ,” Nesta panted, holding on for dear life as Cassian really started fucking her. “Ah — don’t stop, fuck, you feel so good—”

“Love how you take my cock,” Cassian grunted, thrusting up into her even faster now. Nesta tipped her head forward onto his shoulder so her next moan was quite literally music to his ears. “Love fucking your perfect pussy.”

“Oh my— fuck, I love it, love your cock,” Nesta whimpered between gasps for breath. 

He didn’t miss how one of her hands disappeared from his shoulder to sneak down between her legs. “You gonna make yourself come?”

“Yes, yes, don’t stop,” she moaned. He was fucking her so hard it was honestly impressive she could keep her fingers on her clit, but he wasn’t about to ask questions. “So close.”

“Let me see,” he told her, panting. He wasn’t far off from coming, either, but he always made sure she came first if he could help it. “Wanna watch you come on my cock—”

Nesta cursed loudly as she came, clenching down hard and milking him for everything he was worth. Cassian couldn’t stop his own climax even if he’d wanted to and went right over the edge with her, groaning as a wave of pleasure slammed into him.

They didn’t move for another few minutes so they could catch their breath. Nesta managed to crawl into the passenger seat without leaving the car, but Cassian had to put his cock away and open the car door to get back to the driver’s side.

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” Cassian said eventually. He rolled down the window to let some of the hot air out and let out a relieved sigh as the cold air started rolling in. “Maybe next year we’ll make it to the restaurant.”

Nesta pressed her lips together to hide her smile as she pulled out her phone, her fingers moving quickly to open the UberEats app. She hadn’t bothered to put her shoes back on and her dress was definitely on backwards, but she was still the most beautiful thing in the world to Cassian. “Happy anniversary to you too, baby, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Now… what do you want to order for dinner?”

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[redheadspark]

Hello 🤗 can I please request the #15 may prompt with azriel ?

A/N - HOW CUTE FOR AZ! I love this! Thanks for requesting this, dear friend!

Next

Summary - You and Azriel are ready, but the ball was in your court.

Warnings - Just some cute fluff and a HINT of smut at the end

"Okay, I think it's ready,"

You looked at the plate in front of you, seeing how carefully placed every portion was and how it looked flawless. You had to think it was flawless at this point, spending a few hours and plenty of practice in the kitchen at the townhouse. Thanks to the coaching and gathering of the ingredients you needed, you were at Rhysand's private cabin for your plan.

The next step in your relationship with Azriel: finalizing your mating bond

You had tips from Mor and Elaine, both of whom knew what Azriel loved to eat and what his favorite snacks were. You asked them both at the very beginning of your friendship with Azriel, just to help him get through rougher days and stressful nights. He was grateful that you cared for him, which of course resulted in him courting you and your bond being discovered soon after.

Azriel preferred savory over sweet, though that didn't deter him from having a sweet tooth every once in a while. He wasn't into hearty meals like Cassian, nor was he picky or high maintenance with his food like Rhsyand. Azriel liked a home-cooked meal, filled with organic ingredients and the great taste that it came from the earth below his feet. He wasn't a bad cook himself, but there was something about your cooking that always lifted his spirits and brought him joy.

It made sense to make his favorite meal for him, to make the mating bond official.

You two talked it over and made a plan for it, which made sense since Azriel was more of a planner than going out on a limb. He knew you two would need to have your own space for this, since immediately after accepting the bond and the meal, things would go a bit haywire. He asked Rhysand if you both could use the cabin.

"Sure, and good planning on using the cabin. You're gonna need the isolation," Rhysand joked with him as Azriel hung his head in embarrassment and Cassain laughed.

The plate you had ready was piping hot and ready to eat, and your stomach was doing butterflies. You then moved to get a small crystal glass ready, pouring in some of Rhysand's personal and private whiskey a quarter of the way up in the glass. Sure Rhysand might be mad, but you weren't thinking about his own opinions on his favorite liquor. You were thinking of Azriel and what he would want in this kind of meal.

He loved having a dark coffee early in the morning before he flew to the Illyrian training camp, a warm tea at night when you two were curled up with a book together in bed, and sometimes a small glass of whiskey when he was with his brothers or during an intense meeting.

Everything looked perfect and felt perfect, including the fork and knife you had next to the plate with a folded napkin. Then looking at your watch, a gift you got from Azriel at the very beginning of your courting, you saw that he was going to be back any second.

Azriel had to go back to the Illyrian training camp for a few hours to deal with some of the new recruits being too rowdy, and leaving Cassian to deal with it on his own was not what Azriel wanted. He felt back leaving you since you two were planning on this getaway for some time, but you reassured him that it was fine.

As if on cue, the soft sounds of wings were heard outside the cabin, then s set of boots landing on the front porch gently. Your heart quickened and your palms were getting a bit sweaty as you walked out of the kitchen and over to the front door. Why was this excitement scaring you? You both knew each other so well and loved each other deeply, so this mating bond came so naturally.

It felt good to be bonded by him, to be loved by him, and to have that affection and devotion all to yourself. It also helped you two were best friends before you evolved into a romance, so you two knew each other far too well. This was no fling, or one-night stand that was filled with lust.

This was you two loving each other in the best way possible.

You opened the door, seeing Azriel in front of you in comfortable clothing and not his leathers. You were shocked to see him in such a way since you knew he left in his leathers to go talk to Cassians and deal with the new recruits.

"You changed," You voiced, Azriel looking down at his purple shirt and green flannel before he looked back at you. The new scent on his shirt and along his skin was very inviting, calming, and cool and set stirring that fire in your belly. Even his hair looked a bit disheveled.

"I didn't want to come back in my leather since I know you don't like them," He reminded you as you could tell he seemed a bit uncomfortable in how you voiced his attire, "This okay?"

You sighed and took his hand in your own, feeling how warm his skin was and it calmed your nerves just a pinch as Azriel was mostly focused on you and what you wanted. You loved him for that, placing you before himself in any choice he would make. Some saw it shocking, to see the Spymaster be willing to follow a common high fae to the ends of the world, but the Inner Circle only saw him as someone who was in love.

"More than okay," You replied with a sigh, seeing him grin as you tugged him inside, "I have something for you,"

He closed the door behind him as you tugged him along, you both walked together side by side and with your joined hands in the middle. You were once again trying not to be nervous, no matter how sure this was and how you both wanted this. Why would there be a possibility of Azriel not wishing to go through with your mating bond? This was his idea, to get away for a few days and have you all to himself before going back to the real world all over again. Yet with every step you were making to the kitchen, you felt your nerves hitting you all over and you wish to make it right.

Once you made it to the kitchen, Azriel stopped and saw the plate and the drink there ready for him. You stopped too, looking from the perfect plate over to Azriel to see his reaction. A small amount of shock was evident, his eyes going a bit big and his hand that was holding yours clutching a bit tighter now as you cleared your throat.

"Here, come sit," You said to him, gesturing to an empty stool in front of him. He went willingly, sitting down and releasing your hand. Once he was on the stool, you moved and grabbed the plate in one hand, then the drink in your other hand. You stopped before you went back to Azriel, closing your eyes and taking in a long breath.

It's just Azriel, the love of your life and now your mate. Get it together.

Finally, you opened your eyes and turned to see Azriel watching you. He had the softest smile on his face, and his shoulders were calm and relaxed as he was watching you with just love and affection. You never thought you would see the Spymaster, the Shadowsinger of Velaris and Night Court himself, would ever look at you as if you were the one who hung the three stars above the high mountain peaks that overlooked Velaris. The devotion in his eyes, the kind of devotion that was both gentle and kind and yet possessive and deep simultaneously

You placed the plate in front of him, then the glass of whiskey on the side, and lastly his fork and knife with the napkin. Azriel looked at the plate of food, his eyes still soft and pure as you fiddled with your fingers. Before he could even lift a hand to grab the fork, he reached out with his other hand and took your hand in his own.

"Sit with me, please," He said to you, his voice beyond soft and with a hint of depth to it too. You sat on the stool right next to him, seeing him raise your joined hands to kiss the back of yours willingly and with no hesitation. His eyes never left yours, you looking into the two hazel pools that made you think of the soft sunset over your own little home you two shared.

"I love you," He said against your hand, you grinned widely from hearing him say those three words. He was willing to take the bite, to take the leap for you, and to make you his.

"I love you too," you murmured, seeing him grin against your hand before he then looked at the plate you made for him. Released your joined hands, he scanned the plate before he took the fork in hand.

"Your favorite," You reminded him, "And some of Rhysand's whiskey."

Azriel had to chuckle from seeing the whiskey in the glass, "I'm sure you didn't tell him, right?"

"It won't hurt him in not knowing," You reassured him. Azriel, taking the fork in hand, scooped a good portion of his meal and then took one large bite from it. Watching his facial expression, you could feel how the taste was overwhelming him and his eyes closed for a brief moment. Maybe you were worried that you did it wrong, but a millisecond later you felt it too.

The tug on your bond, the pull towards Azriel, it finally snapped into place permanently.

It overwhelmed you, making you place your hand on the counter to not collapse on the floor from the overwhelming sensation of being connected to Azriel. It was under your skin, wrapped in your bones, humming against your heart and fogging your mind. You could feel his intense love for you, you felt it all, and it made you cry.

Azriel immediately stopped eating, reaching over to pull you into his arms and hug you close as you both sighed and cried in relief for finally having this bond be permanent and planted. Its roots sank into you both at the same time, and all you could do was hold on since you have the intense sensation of needing him under you, over you, inside of you, all of it.

"I got you," Azriel said to you as you two were clinging to each other like a lifeline. You felt his fingers along your waist and along your neck, his breath a bit labored near your cheek and jawline as you were clutching his flannel in your fingers, "I have you forever, it's just you and me,"

You felt that truth in the bond as you leaned up to kiss him. He kissed back just as swiftly, keeping it soft and beyond gentle with you as you both were kissing along the countertop. His half-finished plate was long forgotten, all you two were focusing on was each other and that sensation beginning to take over.

Azriel abruptly stood up, towering over you as he held you close and trapped you in his arms, his kisses getting hotter and deeper with every passing kiss. You were letting him take over you in such a way, like a rolling wave as you were pulling him even closer by his flannel. Inside of you, you felt the frenzy begin and you were letting it. Like a massive wave crashing over your head and pushing the rational side of you to the back.

"I need you," he said against your lips as you then felt him his tongue carefully trace your lower lip, "Cauldron I need you, now. Please, please let--"

"Shut up and take me," You growled against his lips as he pulled you up from the stool. Within a swift lift of his arms, you wrapped your legs around his waist and had your fingers in his dark hair. He stopped abruptly, moving away from your lips as you whined. he chuckled from hearing you, but you grinned as he took the whiskey glass and drank down the liquor in one go.

Goddamn

You gulped and felt flushness on your cheeks from seeing him down the drink abruptly as he leaned in to kiss you again. Tasting the whiskey on his lips made you moan as he walked you to the bedroom, one hand on your ass and the other attempting to strip off your shirt.

You sent a thank-you gift to Rhysand two weeks later. One, for letting you use the cabin to your heart's desire. Secondly, for you and Azriel drinking the rest of the whiskey during your frenzy.

The End

May Prompt Session

#azriel x female reader #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel smut #azriel x oc #azriel x reader #acotar fluff #azriel acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin

[jangofctts]

Hey! First time ever doing doing these!

But I literally LOVE your Cassain stories! Maybe write like an enemy’s to lovers smut 🤪🥸

Thanks boo! Keep up the amazing writing

-K 🤠

thANK YOUUUUU AH

yknow i just might. i fuckin love cassian. i might whip smthn up for him

#ive only watched like one episode of the show bc i was busy with HOTD #ask #keida answers

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Do What You Want With Me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QPArHTv

by cheesepoop

After the war, King Thomas and Queen Jane lived happily and got married. Jane soon gave birth to her eldest child, Princess Bartholomew. But as Bartholomew grows up she feels weird towards her childhood friend Princess April.

Her stomach gets queezy, her hands start sweating, and Princess Bartholomew thinks weird thoughts about her. Like hugging her friend, holding her.

Kissing her.

 What is going on?

Words: 680, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Step On Me, Bitch

Fandoms: Original Work

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Princess April, Princess Bartholomew, Prince Cassain, Prince Archibald, Queen Jane, King Thomas - Character, Peter Parker

Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Royalty, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Eventual Smut, Lesbian Sex, Anal Fingering, Making Out, Mommy Kink, Begging, Four (Linked Universe) is a Little Shit, No Homophobia, ITS CUM JS FUCKING PURPLE WHAG THE FJCM, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, be gay do crimes, Love Confessions, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings, Arranged Marriage

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QPArHTv

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

[lucienvxnserra]

Tag Game

I tagged by the lovely @brieq and the awesome @azrielshadowssing.

Favourite color: Red

Currently reading:  The Hunger of the Gods by John Gwynne. It is the second book in the Bloodsworn Trilogy and it is so good. Loving every minute of it. 

Last song: you should see me in a crown - Billie Elish

Last movie: Tough because I’m not really a movie person. I did watch House the Dragon last night though. 

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet all day every day.

Currently working on: Ok, so I’m currently working on a Elucien fic. It was supposed to be just smut, but sadly (or not so sadly) plot got in the way. Now I’m 9k words in and there is no end in sight. I’m also working on a wedding AU based on The Wedding Planner because a) I love the vibe of that movie and b) I think Nessian doing wedding planning stuff is so fun to write. Don’t worry Cassain’s not the one getting married ;)

Tagging (no pressure): @adelindschade @amandapearls @gwynethvalkyrie 

#no pressure #:) #games

[duskandstarlight]

I'll answer your question about the theories of chapter 30 ... One of the many is that Cassian saves Nesta from something by getting hurt somehow, she is so scared that she remembers the scene on the battlefield and withdraws into herself. But Cassain makes her understand that he would give his life for her and the smut begins 😉

A very interesting theory! You’ll have to wait and see... 

[rhysand-vs-fenrys]

I'm soooo excited for your nesta and cassain mating bond fic. How many fallowers until 4,000?

231, which sounds like a lot, but on average I add 25-40 followers per day and I’m about to post a smut fic, which always seems to add about 100 in a day or two.

Basically it is NOT a good time for me to have distracted myself from Nessian with an Elucien smut fic, lmao, I’ll hit 4,000 before it’s done if I don’t get to work on it!

I hope “Nessian” is everything you hope it will be! I hope it’s a worthy sequel to “Alone in the Townhouse”!!!

#ask

[yourfallowsong-blog]

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series

This is the second series written by popular writer Sarah J. Maas, author of the Throne of Glass series. I personally prefer this series to Throne of Glass; it doesn’t suffer the shaky start as Maas was already well into her career when she began writing it. There are currently two books in the series: A Court of Thorns and Roses and A Court of Mist and Fury, with the third book, A Court of Wings and Ruin, set for release at the start of June.

The series tells the story of Feyre, a human girl living in the small stretch of land inhabited by mortals in Prythian (it’s a fantasy UK). She thinks nothing of shooting wolf while hunting for food for her family, but she soon discovers there are consequences to her actions. She’s taken away to the fae part of Prythian, to the Spring Court ruled over by the mysterious High Lord Tamlin. The story is really engaging and a great read. 

Please note this is a mature series not suitable for younger readers.

Mature content:

- Strong gore/blood/death/etc.

- Sex scenes

What’s good: The first book is seemingly just another retelling of the Beauty and the Beast classic with a mature theme, but the second book reveals what was, to me, the greatest plot twist I’d ever read. I won’t spoil it, but suffice to say, it was really good. The characters are excellent with proper arcs, the serious topics are dealt with well, the villains are those ones you just want to punch right in their ugly faces. Sarah J. Maas is a great writer, and this series really shows it.

What’s meh: Some of the characters end up being a bit dry and ‘meh’ because they just don’t get enough time to develop. Elain, Cassain, Azriel and Amren are good examples it this. However, they’re still great characters and I’m sure by the end of the next book we’ll know a lot more about them. 

What’s bad: It isn’t necessarily bad, but a lot of the gore did make me feel physically ill. And yes, there is smut. Quite a lot, by the end. So no readers below the age of 13, I’m serious. Also the first books does have a lot of overused tropes and cliches, which are annoying even though they’re intentional. 

Overall verdict: I LOVE this series. Honestly it’s amazing. I 100% recommend giving it a go! If gore and smut isn’t that good for you though I’d give it a miss.

Stats:

Favorite character: oooh... Nesta or Rhysand (by the end of Mist and Fury)

Least favorite character: Ianthe (ps she’s a bitch) 

Total pages: 419 (A Court of Thorns and Roses, paperback)

Star rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

#acotar #acomaf #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #fallowsongbookreviews

[darklove9314-blog]

Are You Ready for Me?: A Nessian Fanfic (NSFW)

Welcome to Day 9 of Nessian month! Prompt:Handcuffs (prompts are on @illyrianet page)

Cassian lowered his body, his wings outstretched for her as he smiled that cocky grin at her knowing how she longed to touch him, but knowing she could do nothing about it. Perhaps asking him to handcuff her and giving him full control of what he wished to do to her body hadn’t been the best idea, but she was still willing to learn where he was going with this.

“Are you still sure about this sweetheart?” He asked. She nodded.

“I want to fuck me as you wish.“ She stated.

“If I do anything you don’t wish me to do let me know.” He said as she looked up at him through her lashes.

“That kind of defeats the purpose of you having control.” She said.

“I don’t want the control if I do something you’re not comfortable with. What use is having control of both of us aren’t enjoying ourselves.“

She nodded her approval as she sank further into the mattress pressing his body over hers, his wings still spread over them as he caught her mouth in a kiss dipping his tongue in and exploring her mouth making her moan in pleasure.

“Do you like when my tongue is in your mouth Nes?” He asked kissing her once more, that gods dAnne’s tongue of his doing wonders.

“I like it when you’re tongue is in other places too.“ She replied, a heated glance sent in her direction at the words.

“Luckily for you, my tongue will be in those places soon enough.“ He promised, His kisses growing more hungry as he pried his mouth from hers, “But I want to make sure that I’m well fed when I get down there.“

A mischievous grin crossed Nesta’s lips, knowing that he could scent how aroused she was for him, that he’s be more than well fed if he feasted off of her, but he was in control of this narrative and she would willingly give it to him if it meant they’d both found their ecstasy.

His lips pressed to her throat making her feel weak in her knees as he bit down on her neck making her gasp slightly. She felt his lips curl on her neck as he sucked the skin there. Giving her a thrill that he would leave his mark on her. The strands of his long hair brushing against her neck making her yearn to touch it. To find ways to touch him without the use of her hands.

She brushed her lips against his hair, his face. Anywhere she could while he was working on her neck leaving trails of those glorious marks on her neck.

Staking his claim on her, letting others know exactly who was in her bed pleasing her night after night. The thought thrilling her as he made his way to her breast. already exposed for him. Her naked body laying under him except for her underwear. He had asked her to keep those on for whatever reason.

“It’s a good thing you’re mostly bare for me. It would have been difficult to discard your clothes with those cuffs on you.” Cassian claimed taking one of her nipples in his mouth making her gasp slightly as he rolled his tongue around her nipple before sucking on it hard. until she was nice and pebbles in his mouth before concentrating on her other breast repeating the motion while pinching the other nipple to make sure it stayed hard, her hips thrusting upward to meet where his hard length was pressing against her, begging him to take her.

“Patience sweetheart that will come soon enough, But I plan to take my time on you first. I plan to make sure you’re dripping wet for me before sliding into that nice and inviting cunt of yours.”

Her toes curled at his words before his mouth returned to her nipple, her breathing becoming more rapid as pleasure coursed through her body.

He pulled his mouth from her nipples, nice and hard for him as he kissed the valley between her breast, pressing soft kisses along the trail of her stomach as he got to where her underwear was knowing that he could scent her arousal there as he messaged her hips with his thumb.

“Cassian.” She moaned, his hazel eyes latching onto hers as he nestled between her legs. licking her through her underwear as she moaned slightly,

“I love my name on your lips, it makes me want to do such promiscuous things.”

“Then do so.“ She challenged, a wicked grin her only answer as he pulled away surprising her.

“Cassian, I didn’t-“

Before she could get another word out, he knelt on the floor pulling her body to his so her ass hung off the bed spreading her legs wide for him as he licked her through her underwear once more.

She moaned as he rested her feet on his shoulders working up her underwear until he was at the tops of her underwear grasping one of the sides with his teeth and pulling them off of her without the use of his hands. traveling down until they were at her ankles as he kept the there binding her ankles with them so that both her hands and feet were tied up,

He was still between her legs, She was still wide open for him as he grinned at her knowing that he would be down there until he had his fill of her.

Her breath grew rapid, before he lowered his mouth, his tongue sweeping over her folds getting his first taste of her.

She moaned as his tongue swept up circling her clit before licking it, he sucked at it causing her to cry out, she felt him smile in satisfaction as he licked her again feasting upon her like she was his favorite meal, His tongue lapping at her center as she ground into him riding his face.

He gave a low laugh, “Already Nesta, I expected you to hold out for longer.” He teased with a shrug, “I guess it just means that I’ll have double the fun when I’m inside of you.“

Before she could comment, Cassian‘s tongue plunged into her, hitting her deep as he fucked her with his tongue, causing her to cry out for him. She wanted him inside of her so desperately.

“Keep doing that sweetheart and I’ll finish inside my pants before I finish inside of you.”

His tongue made a sweep at her again, consuming her wetness. Gods. She wanted him.

She felt the silkiness of his hair brushing against her stomach, his warm breath on her. She wanted to do something to please him as well as she met the motions he made with his tongue.

She looked at his wings again, smiling to herself, but then remembering that her feet were bound by her underwear. She wanted to make him feel good.

He made another pass at her adding two of his fingers to her entrance as his tongue tasted her clit again. Gods he would have her undone in no time if her kept doing that.

She rode his hand as he looked up at her, gazing upon her face as of remembering exactly what she looked like at this precise moment.

“Cassian.“ She moaned, wiggling her feet as much as she could manage, signaling that she wanted him to take her underwear off all the way so they could really play this game of his.

Cassian grinned licking her one last time before pulling her underwear off completely as he dropped his underwear stoking his cock at the sight of her.

“Have it your way sweetheart.“ He rasped before lowering himself back down to his knees. “Let’s see who could make the other come first.”

Nesta smirked at the challenge as Cassian resumed his exploration of her licking at her, his tongue plunging back into her deeper this time.

She gathered her composure, mind set upon pleasuring him in the way she knew made him hungry for her. In the way she knew would get him to lose so much of that control of his that he would be fucking her cunt so hard that she would be feeling him between her legs for days.

Her feet traveled down the length of his wings tickling him. her touch so light and soft that she instinctively knew it felt good for him.

Cassian pulled her closer to his mouth. His grip tightening on her, encouraging her to continue as she made another pass at his wings, his moans of pleasure on his tongue radiating through her center as his tongue entered her anew.

She cried put for him once more as he consumed every last drop of her. Leaving no trace of her unconsumed upon his tongue, His teeth lightly nipping at her clit to increase her pleasure. Gods she was close and be damned well knew it too, could feel how she was tightening around him, could scent the change within her as he tasted her on his tongue.

She stroked his wings remembering specific spots he had showed her. crying out from her pleasure as her body begged for her first release.

She couldn’t hold back as the noises of her pleasure feel from her lips, riding her orgasm on his tongue letting him taste every bit of her he could manage as she kept stroking his wings hoping he was close to his release as well.

When her body was limp with pleasure. Cassian lifted his head up, running a hand through his hair, her release still shining on his lips.

He strokes himself for her, hungry eyes still on her and her sated body.

“Did you want my first release inside of you or do you want to taste it?” He asked her eyes flickering to his cock. beads of moisture already close to release as she purred.

“I want to taste you like you’ve tasted me,“

“In that case sweetheart, you better swallow all of it. I don’t want you being wasteful.”

“We wouldn’t want that now would we.“ She purred her heated gaze on him. Now come over here and let me taste you.”

Before she could say anything further, Cassian moved onto the bed soreading his legs so they were on either side of her shoulders, lifting himself to where his weight wouldn’t be on her body as his aching cock entered her mouth.

She licked his tip swirling her tongue around his head as she looked at him through her eyelashes. placing him in her mouth taking him as deep as she dared to as a groan awarded her effort, she lightly ran her teeth over his shaft, she could tell he was holding back from doing what he wanted and she wanted him to do it, yearned for him to do it, as she slowly released his cock from her mouth looking at him with yearning,

“Did you want to fuck my mouth, General?” She offered. His only answer was a smirk as he wrapped his hand in her hair shoving himself back in her mouth and thrusting into it with great vigor. She matched his fast paced strokes happy that he wasn’t holding himself back from her as she tasted the first splashes of his release on her tongue. Savoring his taste as she swallowed every last drop of himself he gave her like he had instructed her to do,

When he had spent the last of his release he pulled his cock from her mouth running his finger over her lip,

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be screaming my name off these mountains,“ He rasped kissing her, as she tasted both of their releases.

“Promise?” She purred.

He leaned down, lightly nipping at her earlobe,

“Promise.”

Her eyes flickered to his cock, his length hardening again at the thought of claiming his mate. She relished in that thought meeting his scorching gaze as he kissed her hard, his hands in her hair, laying his body a top of hers as he lined himself up at her dripping core, His eyes looking at her with a lustful glance.

“Are you ready for me, Sweetheart?” He asked voice low.

“Yes General.“ She smiled, He cocked his head to the side. observing her naked body before him. thinking of all the ways he could make her come before him.

A slow, seductive look passed his face, as he pressed a kiss to her forehead confusing her slightly. before he looked her in her eyes and stated,

“You’ll be calling me than general when I’m done filling that pretty cunt of yours with my seed. There won’t be a single inch of that sweet sex of yours that won’t be covered in me.“

Her breath hitched up as he rammed into her entrance, She cried out in surprise wishing that he would do it again as he held himself there. What was he doing?

“Should I start from right here?” He asked, she felt as if the question was rhetorical as he pulled out of her, he flipped her onto her stomach bending her forward as he sheathed himself deep inside her causing her to moan out even louder for him,

“Or right here.” He inquired, pulling out again, her breath heavy. Her need for him trying to claw out of her. as he laid on his back positioning her so she was on top of his cock as he slammed her down onto it, She made a half gasp, half cry as his smirk returned.

She felt so full in this position. She had always loved riding him, impaling herself on that massive cock of his, but without her hands.

His eyes went to hers, as he thrusted up into her again making her cry out yet again. She knew he would not be gentle. She didn’t give shit if he wasn’t,

“Now thats the sounds I want to hear.” He growled, “Move your hips with me, mate.”

She let out a breath, as he slammed into her again, moving her hips with his hands, gripping her ass so she could move with him, Move on his cock the way he wished. The pleasure of it feeling like utter bliss as his name feel from her lips making him thrust harder. Her cries of pleasure turned into sobs.

“Cassian! Cassian!“ She cried out “I’m about to-“

“Come sweetheart. Come for your mate.”

Her sobs of pleasure flew from her mouth as she felt him come with her, She threw her head back feeling his seed deep in here as she milked him with her own release making noises that she didn’t know she could as they both rode their orgasms as she collapsed on top of him, her pants flowing through her as she pressed her head to his chest listening to the racing of his heart.

He grabbed the key from their bedside table, taking the cuffs off her and rubbing her wrist,

“Are you alright?” He asked. She nodded.

He kissed the top of her head, running his hand through her hair.

“I love you Nesta Archeron.”

“I love you too.” she smiled as she listened to the beating of his heart as she laid with her mate knowing That she would do this again,

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A Court of Four Horsemen (Part 2)

Cassian x Reader

Summary: Based off of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse featuring Rhysand as Conquest, Cassian as War, Eris as Famine, and Azriel as Death.

Warnings: War, famine, death, smut...a little bit of everything.

Word Count: 4,305

I. The Lost Girl

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II. The Last Petal

A shrill cry echoes in the mist.

It had taken three full days of travel to reach the lush foothills of the Spring Court.

All the while, you had taken turns riding on the back of nearly all of the group's horses, except for Azriel’s. He did not seem interested in carrying you on his steed, instead opting to hold the babe, who sat on the horse in front of him, giggling at the rocking nature of the creature he settled upon.

This is no place for a child; a war zone. You had already seen multiple injured, more gruesome than the things you had ever witnessed growing up in your poor town.

Flesh slashed open and flapping with each movement, crimson blood staining the mud red, broken bones and thwacked off limbs, the cries of pain and terror ringing in your ears.

Rhysand and his armies are at war with the Spring Court, though this was no surprise as it was no secret that he and High Lord Tamlin had never seen eye-to-eye, even going so far as to share the same mate.

“I’ve killed his family and I’ll fucking kill him too,” Rhysand growls, covering his son's ears as he curses. Nyx furrows his dark brows, looking up at his father with a squeak of confusion that turns into a fit of giggles when he’s handed off to Cassian for a tickle. “We move tonight.”

And you might get a bit distracted, watching the scarlet stone clad Illyrian general, scarred with the brutality of many wars, holding the babe against his hip as he moves his armies’ pawns across the map spread out on the table. It’s exactly how you wish you were spread open on the surface instead.

He looks at you from the side of his eyes, like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, ruddy hazel gleaming suggestively with mischief and you blush bright red. 

You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since it happened. Rhys’ body tangled with yours in the sheets of the dirty inn you’d suggested. He hadn’t sent you away after, either, he’d kissed you all night long and taken you again for a second, a third time, until the morning sun had risen well into the sky and Cassain had pounded on the door.

Rhys had opened it, freshly showered and a snarky remark on his lips as he took his son into his arms, cooing at the babe and kissing the top of his head. 

The warlord looked over his brother's shoulder to you, still in his bed, sheets pulled up tightly to your chin, a wicked gleam of wanting in his eyes as he followed across the bruises on your neck, dipping down to where the sheet covered the rest of you.

“Kill him and get it over with,” Eris speaks boredly, reaching over the shoulder of the warlord to run his fingers through the babes silky soft hair.

“Oh I will, don’t you worry about that,” Rhysands smile is twisted a little too happy to finally get his hands on Tamlin. After centuries of harbored hatred for the male, he finally has his chance.

“If he’s out on the battlefield,” Cassian snorts, “His little beasty ass is probably still moping around that ruined mansion of his.”

He doesn’t want to be in the Spring Court, hates it with all of his being due to his allergies. Would Cassian let it stop him from commanding Rhysand’s troops in a war? No. But would his nose be runny and eyes be itchy while he was in this Gods–awful territory? Absolutely.

“He wouldn’t miss the chance,” Rhys responds confidently, taking his son back into his arms as the little Illyrain reaches out and squeaks for him, “Isn’t that right Nyxie?”

“How are you so sure that he won’t be hiding away in his mansion?” you question, mulling the idea you’d been formulating as you listened to the males speak over in your head.

Rhysands eyes gleam with excited fury, “Because, he’s been waiting to meet me in battle for far too long,” his grin falters and his heart pangs as he thinks of the reason for all of this; Feyre.

Spring is the last of the southern territories he’ll conquer. He won’t break down the wall separating the fae and the mortals, no, he wouldn’t reign over them as a last wish from his late High Lady. Her human sisters would remain unharmed in the mortal lands, left to mourn over the loss of the sister they’d never cared for.

“May I?” you ask, pausing your hand by Rhysands pawns, eyebrows raised in question. He gives you a nod, violet eyes flickering with interest.

“So if you know he’s going to be on the battlefield, why don’t you each attack from different sides instead of head on? We know that Spring and Autumn have gathered their troops, what if Eris leads the Summer Court down across Day and into Spring, all the way to the wall so we can protect the humans,” you explain, moving the yellow colored pawns across the map, “Then, Azriel can bring the Winter, Dawn, and Night troops in, putting pressure on Autumn so they know we’re coming for them next.”

All of the males around the table are silent as they listen to you intently. Even Nyx, who’s chewing on a wooden pawn that looks eerily like Cassian. Their scents are overpowering, making your head dizzy and your legs clench beneath your skirts, heat pooling in your abdomen. 

“Cassian, you lead the Darkbringers and Illyrians in from the west and we push them towards the waters, completely surrounding them. And Rhysand,” you look up, meeting those shining violet eyes, power prowling within them. You smirk at him, “You give us all the signal to go to war.”

He has to hold in his groan at your words, telling him exactly what he wants to hear.

“Well,” his grin is feral, hungry for the chance to be the High King, “Let’s prepare for battle.”

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They let you paint markings on their horses, runes that match the ones on the Illyrians shoulders, vibrant purple for Glory, and now bright red for Cassian’s horse.

He peeks at you from the other side of the animal, where he’s thrown his saddle up and over its back, grinning at you. For someone who is about to put his life at risk, he sure doesn’t seem to be overthinking anything.

“How are my two girls doing?” he asks, and you’re impressed that he’s standing normally, flat-footed on the ground and can see you from over the horse's back. He’s bulky and tall, tanned arms out on display as he armors up his steed before slipping into his own protection.

You raise your eyebrows, looking up at him as the horse nickers in response. “Your girls?”

His cheeky smile turns sultry, “Ruin is,” he pats the animal on her neck for good measure, “Aren’t you?”

“No,” you huff, walking around to the other side of the horse to paint the same marking on its other flank, “I’m not.”

He tuts playfully, adjusting the weapon holster around his waist, “Awe, but (Y/N), you want to be, don’t you? I can smell it.”

You gape at his raunchy words, your cunt clenching at his suggestive tone. You’re sure he can scent your slick pussy even now because his grin only widens.

“I hope your dick is as big as your ego,” you mutter, admiring your work and wiping your hands on the cloth, trying to ignore his own masculine aroma. 

“Do you want to find out?” and you don’t need to cut him a glance from the corner of your eye but you do anyway. His hair is tied up tight at the back of his head and his hazel eyes are alight with laughter. He’s so gorgeous like this, and you find yourself wishing you could rip the tie from his hair and let it all hang loose as you bury your fingers in his long locks.

“You know,” he purrs, voice lowering sensually, his breath a kiss of wind against the shell of your ear, “That was a pretty good battle plan back there,” he nods towards the tent, “How about you run it through one more time. I like to make sure I have all of my bases covered.”

You flush, staring down into the red paint in your hands, swirling a finger around the liquid, thinking. You want to, but what would the rest of their group think? What would Rhys think? You aren’t some lowly whore to be passed around him and his friends, no matter how beautiful each one of them is.

Though you hadn’t been with the High Lord since the night at the inn, you were left wondering what was going on between the both of you. He’d set you up in your own tent each night, bidding you a soft departure as he retreated into his own with a last look over his shoulder and Nyx in his arms.

You can see Cassian's reflection in the paint as he comes up behind you, “Are you thinking about Rhys?”

You peek over your shoulder at him, biting your lip as you nod guiltily in response.

He places a large hand on your cheek, “You don’t have to do that, he won’t mind,” his thumb brushes across your lips and the electricity sparks between the two of you. You stick your tongue out on a whim, catching against his rough finger, his salty skin awakening your senses.

You swallow harshly, gazing up at him. His eyes are so wide and intense with honesty and he’s standing so close that you can’t help yourself, agreeing with him. He slides a warm hand around your waist, guiding you back towards the war tent. Your heart is racing with anticipation, and when you go to set down the paint he stops you, “Don’t. Bring it.”

You’re inside the tent all of three steps before he’s taking the paint away from you with one hand and lifting you off of the ground with the other. You squeak in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck as he crosses to the table in a few large strides, setting you down on the edge.

He’s massive, easily thrice your size as he towers over you, hooking his hands on the underside of your knees, spreading your legs and pressing them up into your chest, skirts pooling all around you with your undergarment covered cunt on full display.

He curses softly under his breath, rolling his hard length into you and you throw your head back in a delicious moan that he’s sucking out of your mouth a moment later.

He presses you flat into the table beneath as he rubs against you, his cock aching in his pants. You sneak your hands between you, letting your head roll to the side to give him access to your neck, where he seems preoccupied with marking you. Loosening his leathers, you struggle to pull them down over his thick and powerful thighs.

His breathy chuckle sends shivers up your spine as it dances over the wet marks on your skin. “Need some help there?”

“Please,” you whine, tugging on his leathers frustratedly. Looking up at him as he pulls away from your throat your breath catches. The genuine smile on this male’s face…Gods he is immaculate. His strong arms cage you in on either side of your head as he stares down at you, bumping his hips up into yours playfully only to elicit a debauched moan from you.

“Now, now, (Y/N),” he brushes the hair back from your face, stroking a thumb across your cheek, admiring you beneath him, “Be good.”

“I will,” you promise, writhing your hips to try and catch his, needing the friction against your pulsing cunt.

His smile is a slash across his face and he need not say more as he takes your hands in his own large ones, assisting you in shoving his leathers down, his cock springing free. You can feel the raised scars across his otherwise smooth, tan, skin as he moves your hands across his own hips, falling away as you reach his cock, silky and heavy in your hands.

You bite your lip hard at the sight. He could easily split you open with how big it is, and he hums appreciatively when you slide your thumb over his slit, collecting the beading precome at the tip and slicking it down his shaft.

And he watches with intent like he’s the spymaster and he is trying to commit this to memory, to relive over and over and over again until he dies, as you bring that same hand up to your mouth, licking across the mess in your palm all the while holding his gaze.

Cassian looks like he could snap at any moment, chest heaving and hands gripping the edge of the table so hard that you swear you can hear the wood groaning in protest. His pupils are wide with lust, the ring of caramel around them only a hairline stroke, his throat bobbing in time with yours as you swallow.

“Normally I’d be a gentleman and make you come on my tongue first,” his voice is deep, reverberating in your bones, in your pussy, wet and tremoring at his tone. “But I think we both know that Rhys is far more skilled at that,” your cunt throbs at the memory of the silver–tongued Lord licking between your legs, “You won’t even remember your own name when I’m done with you.”

He pulls the drenched fabric away from your dripping cunt and finally rolls his hips forward and you feel like you’re out there on the battlefield. His length stretches you far beyond capacity, and he’s moving so slowly, hands clamped on your hips bruisingly tight because he can hardly control himself from sheathing his cock fully inside of you. Year after years of self–restraint training at the Illyrian camps had never prepared him for something like this, your tiny, little, dripping cunt wrapped around him.

You clutch onto his forearms, nails biting into his skin so hard it draws blood, but he doesn’t mind. If anything, the warlord feels guilty. He doesn’t want to hurt you, and he halts immediately when he notices the tears slipping from your eyes.

He kisses the wetness away, voice full of concern as he speaks, “Should I pull out? Work you open with my fingers first?”

And the generosity and sincerity of this male has you letting out a single sob, arching into him and wrapping your legs around his waist, urging him on.

“No,” you gasp, heart slamming in your chest, “You feel incredible.”

Cassian's head goes lax into the crook of your shoulder in relief at your greedy words, continuing to inch further and further into you, your keens and mewls only spurring him on.

You’re positive you’re not breathing by the time his hips meet your and he’s buried deep inside of you. You swear you can feel him in your throat, and he’s drawing you out of your haze by pressing quick kisses to your lips, encouraging you to respond.

“Fuck,” he groans, breath hot across your lips, “Can I–”

“Please,” you beg again and he’s pulling back out only to snap his hips into yours again, eyes rolling into the back of his head in pleasure. You fit him perfectly, he notes as he quickens his pace at the noises that spill from your mouth.

He needs to taste the begs pouring from your lips so he dives down to meet you, the kiss sloppy and frantic like his movements within you but you’re matching his energy, trying to gasp when you can, like with each thrust of his hips it presses the air from your lungs.

Cassian grunts, fucking into you harder, your wetness dripping down the length of him, each jerk easier and easier the more coated his prick gets. His tongue is on you, greedy hands snaking down to your covered chest, tearing open the buttons with ease. You gasp as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, twisting the other between his large fingers.

You could see why he rides a horse when he sinks back into you, wings unfurling in pleasure only slightly. There’s hardly anything left, mostly bone structure of what used to be, the expanse of the leathery skin torn and shredded throughout time in war. But he is beautiful nonetheless, and you don’t stare long.

You can see the battle raging within him as you caress gently over them, avoiding the rips and scars that had healed over the centuries, the conflicting emotions raging behind his hazel eyes. He shivers beneath your touch as you explore the sensitive skin, pounding into you that much harder, the feeling of your delicate hands on his wings making him lose all control.

You climax first, but only barely, the rhythmic pattern of his thrusts had the head of his cock rubbing furiously over the bundle of nerves inside of you. His name on your lips as you scream out in pleasure is what pushes Cassian over the edge.

He comes with a war cry that awakens all of his soldiers, grabbing for their weapons on instinct, ready to be commanded by their general.

But the only order they receive is to leave him, as he collapses on top of you, shielding your lax body from the onlookers at the entrance of the tent.

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The Spring Court wasn’t meant to host a war. With the sun beaming down on the lush rolling hills, flowers in full bloom, it’s a place you’d like to have seen without the blood painting the beautiful terrain red, falling warriors’ cries drowning out the chirping birds.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Cassian.

War took: took the lives of those easily and messily, took the lives of those both innocent and not, unfortunate souls who found themselves fighting for a High Lord they did not agree with. He was not picky, he’d kill anyone who got in his way that weren’t his own men, large sword swinging down with poise as he leans over the side of Ruin, reigns held tightly in his other hand.

He’s incredibly intelligent, and when he rides over the crest of the hill on his auburn haired horse, there’s a breath of a moment when all battle ceases, staring upon him in wonderment.

In that same moment Azriel had taken the lives of three, Rhysand had claimed reign over another territory of the Spring Court, and Eris had worked his way across the battlefield, burnt soldiers falling limp by his sides. 

You’re stationed at one of the triage camps, helping the nursemaids where you can, fetching fresh water from the nearby creek, cleaning wounds, and helping move injured soldiers.

It’s gruesome, some of the injuries you’ve seen, and you aren’t much help, holding their hands during their dying breaths, struggling to keep back tears. You wish you were back with Nyx, but they need you here.

You’d stumble away after a gruesomely injured fae male died in your arms. You are in a state of terror when you’d seen him stumbling into the med tent, entrails hanging out of a large slash across his body. He looked like death walking, eyes glossy with shock, mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.

You’d thrown up in the bushes behind the tent, falling to your hands and knees, narrowly avoiding the mess you’d made. You hadn’t seen anything quite like this before. 

You’d grown up around famine, the townsfolk simply withering away silently and slowly, from sickness or starvation, here one day and gone the next. This…all of the blood, the cries of both victory and pain, it was truly something else.

When you calm your breathing you scrub your hands on your skirts, trying to rid them of the blood. They’re shaking, and after further examination of them, you find blood embedded into the cracks of your skin, a tattoo you’d never let yourself forget.

You try to gasp down any fresh air that you can, but the spring breeze carries only the scent of doom and blood. The metallic in the air chokes you, your senses overloaded with what you’ve seen. You aren’t built for this, and you can’t force yourself onto your own two feet to return back to the tent.

Instead, the song of swords clashing draws you nearer. You crawl on your hands and knees, uncaring of who sees, hoping that someone would come along and put you out of your misery.

Peeking through the brush that hides the triage tents, up above the battle on a tall hill so that Rhysand’s armies could protect if the Spring Court tried to attack the helpless, the war raged below. 

In the heat of the Spring Court you watched the well trained Lord’s battle.

Cassian nearly wore a smile on his face, grin feral and wicked with delight. He was a war machine, executing killing blows with grace while Ruin carried him effortlessly through the battlefield, weaving in and out of warriors like the racehorse he was bred to be.

They moved as one, seeming to know exactly what the other was doing at all times, two steps ahead of his enemies. The mane of his horse ris oached, with one long braid painted red bouncing as she runs, Cassian’s matching braid tucked up with the rest of his hair.

How he manages to look so godly you have no idea. His tan skin gleams with sweat and blood beneath the bright sun, and though his eyes look a little puffy from the pollen, he’s still as gorgeous as ever.

He pulls on the reins, halting Ruin in her path. The horse obeys, skidding to a halt and your breath catches in your throat. What the hell is he doing?

The warlord dismounts, Azriel on his horse racing past like shadows across the battlefield, snagging Ruin’s leather straps and leading her away from her master with a cry of her own.

He unsheathes a second sword from between his boney wings, eyes alight and bracing for attack.

He is far more skilled at war than one should be, in your opinion. Slitting through the throat of an enemy with ease, slicing limbs from bodies, stabbing opponents in the hearts or any part he could manage.

Sometimes it’d be a one kill blow, but when he can, you’ve seen him take longer with his victims, like their cries of mercy are fuelling him further, music to his ears. Blood soaks his leathers, clinging to his skin and you’re disgusted with yourself as your mind fills with sinful thoughts at the sight.

As if he knows you’re there, can read your mind or smell your arousal he turns, hazel eyes locking on yours through the slit in his helmet, bright and sparkling, as if offering another round in the sheets with him later.

You’d blush if you had kept eye contact with him any longer, but something snags your gaze.

In the center of the battlefield is Rhys and Tamlin, the High Lord of Spring. His long blond hair tied back tightly at the nape of his neck, a sword clenched in his own hand.

Rhys sits atop Glory, chin held high and a taunting smirk adorning his lips, the same exact look he’d given you when he’d bed you.

The battle rages on all around them, but they don’t care, eyes glued to each other, unmoving.

You can’t hear what they were saying to each other, but the Spring Lord growls loudly and drops to all fours, a gasp catching in your throat as he shifts into a wolf the size of Glory right before your very eyes.

Rhysand only smirks.

The beast pounces and Glory dodges easily, trained to be quick and nimble. The High Lord of Night’s eyes flash with fury and the beast halts beneath his gaze.

It’s a sight to behold, as Tamlin struggles against the mind breaking powers of Rhysand, who holds him tightly to the ground, his haunches rippling with muscle, trying to physically break out of whatever mental powers are keeping him frozen.

It’s all over for Spring, you know it. Tamlin’s own soldiers know, the hiss of dark power rippling across the battlefield.

Storm clouds roll in, dark and heavy with rain as Rhys stalks closer, twisting his knife in his hand. It was Feyre’s blade, the one she’d always kept on her while she was alive. She’d killed the Attor with it, fought Hybern with it, and now he’d kill Tamlin with it.

One by one the Spring Court soldiers fall to their knees, dropping their weapons and bowing their heads, surrendering.

Rhys leans down and whispers something in Tamlin’s ear and the wolf growls so loud it matches that of thunder and shakes the ground all the way up to where you sit, watching intently.

Cassian, Eris, and Azriel stand behind their High Lord, looking ever like grace behind him, faces stoic and standing tall, proud, ready to jump into action should they need to.

They don’t need to.

Like a strike of lightning Rhys slams the sword deep into the head of the wolf, nearly to the hilt, and the battlefield goes silent as Tamlin’s beast form falls lax.

No one dares to move as Rhys removes the knife with a squelch and straightens, triumphant, the bloodied weapon raised high above his head, a battle–raged grin on his face when his armies begin to cheer.

Only one more High Lord to go.

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Do What You Want With Me

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by cheesepoop

After the war, King Thomas and Queen Jane lived happily and got married. Jane soon gave birth to her eldest child, Princess Bartholomew. But as Bartholomew grows up she feels weird towards her childhood friend Princess April.

Her stomach gets queezy, her hands start sweating, and Princess Bartholomew thinks weird thoughts about her. Like hugging her friend, holding her.

Kissing her.

 What is going on?

Words: 680, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Step On Me, Bitch

Fandoms: Original Work

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Princess April, Princess Bartholomew, Prince Cassain, Prince Archibald, Queen Jane, King Thomas - Character, Peter Parker

Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Royalty, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Eventual Smut, Lesbian Sex, Anal Fingering, Making Out, Mommy Kink, Begging, Four (Linked Universe) is a Little Shit, No Homophobia, ITS CUM JS FUCKING PURPLE WHAG THE FJCM, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, be gay do crimes, Love Confessions, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings, Arranged Marriage

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QPArHTv

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Do What You Want With Me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yVugUOm

by cheesepoop

After the war, King Thomas and Queen Jane lived happily and got married. Jane soon gave birth to her eldest child, Princess Bartholomew. But as Bartholomew grows up she feels weird towards her childhood friend Princess April.

Her stomach gets queezy, her hands start sweating, and Princess Bartholomew thinks weird thoughts about her. Like hugging her friend, holding her.

Kissing her.

 What is going on?

Words: 680, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Step On Me, Bitch

Fandoms: Original Work

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Princess April, Princess Bartholomew, Prince Cassain, Prince Archibald, Queen Jane, King Thomas - Character, Peter Parker

Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Royalty, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Eventual Smut, Lesbian Sex, Anal Fingering, Making Out, Mommy Kink, Begging, Four (Linked Universe) is a Little Shit, No Homophobia, ITS CUM JS FUCKING PURPLE WHAG THE FJCM, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, be gay do crimes, Love Confessions, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings, Arranged Marriage

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yVugUOm

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Do What You Want With Me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yVugUOm

by cheesepoop

After the war, King Thomas and Queen Jane lived happily and got married. Jane soon gave birth to her eldest child, Princess Bartholomew. But as Bartholomew grows up she feels weird towards her childhood friend Princess April.

Her stomach gets queezy, her hands start sweating, and Princess Bartholomew thinks weird thoughts about her. Like hugging her friend, holding her.

Kissing her.

 What is going on?

Words: 680, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Step On Me, Bitch

Fandoms: Original Work

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Princess April, Princess Bartholomew, Prince Cassain, Prince Archibald, Queen Jane, King Thomas - Character, Peter Parker

Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Royalty, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Eventual Smut, Lesbian Sex, Anal Fingering, Making Out, Mommy Kink, Begging, Four (Linked Universe) is a Little Shit, No Homophobia, ITS CUM JS FUCKING PURPLE WHAG THE FJCM, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, be gay do crimes, Love Confessions, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings, Arranged Marriage

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yVugUOm

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster