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nattblacklupin · 2 days

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Blood and Ice

Pairing: Hockey player! Cassian x Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff and smut (so mdni 18+), possessive Cassian, Cassian fights someone, people flirting with Cassian, p in v, little bit of overstimulation, praise kink, dirty talk

Summary: headcanons about dating hockey player! Cassian

Cassian totally gives off offence vibes, not scared to get into fights (most of the time, it's him who provokes his opponents until they give in). It was quite the opposite. He loves getting into fights.

He made a reputation of someone you don't wanna meet on the ice, and totally not have a fight with him.

After every fight, he looked your way and waved at you, making everyone jealous cause how you managed to get Cassian, who was known for his playboy personality.

Sitting in the family section as close to the ice as you could be would be a dream come true for many people. But for you, it was truly a nightmare right now. Your boyfriend was on the ice having a fight with some other buff player from the other team. They were shit-talking each other even before the game started, the tension getting higher as the other player kept crosschecking and hitting players on Cassian's team. With bated breath, you watch them circle around each other, occasionally throwing punches that did little to no damage - when suddenly Cassian took his jersey in his hand and threw him on the ground. Fans got notably louder, and you let out the breath you didn't even know you were holding. Cassian turned to you while leaving the ice and sent you a kiss.

Don't even think about going to any of his matches without a jersey with his name on it. Not just that, it made him especially horny - but it gave him an incredible boost of energy.

He always called you his lucky charm. That's why you had to go with him on every game. He strongly believed he would lose without his favourite girl there.

"Cassian baby, you know I have to do things for work. I will come on the next game, " you said with head buried in his chest, nearly suffocating because of his muscled breast.

"Nono, this is the most important game of the season, plus I already said that I can financially take care of both of us" his lips leaving butterfly kisses on your neck, slowly breaking you and bending you to his will.

"So will you go with me, please?" Seeing his puppy eyes, you just left out a sign and went into your shared bedroom to take out his jersey.

Sometimes, other players would use you to rill up Cassian. Most of the time, it was winking at you or even throwing their own jersey at you with words that it would be prettier on you than Cassian's.

Cassian has a ritual routine after every game in the playoffs. It includes you, him, and an empty locker room. By now, his whole team knows to get away as fast as possible and to not be in the locker room alone with you two. It still didn't save him from teasing coming out of Azriel and Rhysand, but he didn't care that much. Not with you on his cock.

"Faster, come on show me what you got princess" Bouncing you up and down on his cock while he laid on beachers they had there. "I-I can't it's too much Cass," your whole body was sore after the third orgasm he gave you in thirty minutes. "One more, I will cream your pussy. Fill you up for good, never going to let you go. " his fingers found your pearl playing with it, making you moan his name. "That's how I like it, good job, love." He was kissing your neck in a gentle yet rough way. Marking you up so everyone knew to whom you belonged. "I-Im close," Cassian's thursts became sloppy and faster as he himself was close. "Come with me, baby."

Everybody by now knows that you two are a thing, and sometimes fans even come to take photos with you as if you were Cassian himself.

Situations like these always make you smile, especially when little kids come to you saying how they wish to be like your husband (you couldn't make yourself correct them - maybe cause you too wish it was true).

That brings on the spotlight Cassian propose plan. Poor baby planned it for nearly half a year before he even was somehow satisfied, forcing Rhysand and Azriel to do a presentation about what was good on his plan and motivation that you won't say no to him.

That finally calmed Cassian down, and he could put his plan in motion. The first step was to win the Prythian league.

You rushed on the ice to hug Cassian. Incredibly happy and proud of him and his team for winning the playoffs and becoming the best team in the history of the Prythian League. "You did it!" You couldn't contain your happiness screaming into Cassian ear while hugging him. He was spinning you in his arms with an iron grip on your waist. "I wouldn't do it without you, babe." He kissed you roughly on the lips before going down in front of you. Tears welled up in your eyes, already knowing where this is going. "Y/N L/N, will you marry me?" You started jumping up and down while nearly slipping on the eyes."Yes! One hundred times, yes!" Both of you now crying tears of pure joy while everyone cheered for you and Cassian.

"I promise to buy you chicken nuggets every day from now"

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shadowdaddies · 15 days

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How about a drabble of Cass and Az touching their mate’s wings for the first time. Maybe she has more sensitive wings than the average Illyrian? I love your writing 💖💖

this was so sweet, thank you for the request 💜 it has some angst that I couldn't avoid since it's a female Illyrian, but it's overall very fluffy and lovely

New Memories

Azriel x Reader x Cassian

warnings: mentions of past trauma (attempted wing clipping), light smut (wing play)

“Hi, sweetheart,” Cassian greeted, his rough voice soothing as you padded towards the bed where your mates lay.

Azriel’s eyes glowed with appreciation at the sight of you in your nightgown, the short lacy fabric leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Did you have a good day?” Azriel hummed, moving over to one side of the bed as he lifted the covers to help you crawl between the two males.

Settling into the bed, you sighed at the feeling of soft pillows cradling your neck, the proximity to your mates and the warmth of the comforter sending resounding peace through your tired bones.

“It was very good,” you murmured, head leaning against Cassian’s shoulder while your hand reached to hold Azriel’s. Cassian set down the book he’d been reading, putting it aside in favor of wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

A calloused fingertip brushed the tip of your wing, sending you into shock as you jumped out of both your mates’ hold. Cassian instantly shot to his feet, and you turned to see wide hazel eyes glassy with barely contained emotion.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to... I was trying to put my arm around you, sweetheart. I promise,” Cassian breathed, strong arms folded across himself in shame.

His guilt and pain reverberated through the bond with dizzying force, the emotions so strong it nearly broke your heart. Opening your mouth to speak, Azriel chimed in from behind you first.

“Hey,” the shadowsinger cooed, voice gentle as he refrained from touching you in favor of sending a cool shadow to brush your arm. “Are you okay? Talk to us.”

Inhaling a deep breath, you tried willing yourself to calm, but once your eyes were closed, memories of the last - and only - time your wings had been touched flashed through your mind. Your older brothers holding you down, your father gathering the tools to clip your wings. Your screams ringing through Windhaven in a desperate plea for the Mother to have mercy on you.

The last thing you remembered was a flashing of blue and red light, raw power shaking the foundations of your home as you were swept into familiar arms. It was the watershed moment of your life - the most important, the most harrowing, the most blessed - when your mates found you.

You’d never allowed anyone to touch your wings in the months since then. It was an act only associated with pain and suffering for you. But the feeling of Cassian’s hand, so gentle and tender against your body, brought you to a realization.

You looked up at Azriel, giving him a gentle smile as you reached back out for his hand. Turning to where Cassian stood, you let your feelings flow down the bond - the pain, the trauma, and the softness and hope you felt from him.

“Come here, Cass,” you whispered, patting the bed where he had been just moments before. You sat up against the headboard, bringing both of your mates into sight as you took a deep breath.

“I would like for you to touch my wings,” you announced, voice shaking from nerves. Cassian’s guilty expression did not let up, Azriel’s own face showing concern that propelled you to continue. “The only memories I have of my wings being touched are by those who didn’t love or respect me. I want to change that. I don’t want to give them the power of being the only ones to touch such a valuable part of me.”

You took each of their hands in your own, sitting up to let your wings fully flare open behind you. “I want those memories to belong with the males I love, so while I would like to go slowly... It would mean the world to me, if you would show me how wings are meant to be touched.”

“Oh, angel,” Azriel purred, eyes darkening as his shadows danced. “You are meant to be worshipped. Every part of you.”

You flushed under his intense presence, averting your gaze to Cassian to find the other Illyrian male eyeing you just as hungrily.

“You are a goddess,” he whispered, almost more to himself than to you. Tucking a long onyx strand behind his ear, Cassian moved closer to you, he and Azriel moving in sync like practiced warriors.

Your wings twitched behind you, butterflies fluttering in your stomach with anticipation. Shadows slipped over the edges of Azriel’s shoulders, skating soothing motions over your arms and legs, twining in your hair.

“You tell us if you are, at any moment, uncomfortable,” he spoke, the shadowsinger’s low voice like gravel.

You nodded frantically, nerves quickly turning to excitement as you felt the warmth emanating from Cassian’s hand at the tip of your wing. His eyes locked on yours as his fingertip met the outside, barely-there soft touch dragging down the edge.

An abrupt moan escaped your lips, catching you by surprise as your back arched dramatically. “Fuck,” you breathed, the sensations shooting straight to your core.

You heard a low chuckle to your other side, Azriel’s breath tickling your other wing. His eyes flicked to Cassian. “She’s sensitive,” he purred, and both males turned to smirk at you in a way that sent heat pooling between your legs.

Azriel’s scarred fingertip settled on your talon, testing the waters with barely restrained desire. You held his gaze, allowing the pleasure to show on your face as he slid down the prominent vein inside of your wing.

Soft moans echoed through the air, and you slumped against the cushions, wings spread beneath you as your mates took turns bringing new forms of pleasure to you. A familiar coil began to tighten in your abdomen, and your gaze flicked to Azriel in shock, only to find him looking down at you with pure male satisfaction.

“Yes,” he answered your silent question. “You can finish if your wings are touched the right way.”

Cassian growled lowly next to you, his arousal prominent from where he sat on the bed. “Would you like that? To finish like this?”

Breath escaped you, all-consuming need distracting you from everything else in the world. Managing a nod, you barely registered their warmth breath as both males drew closer to you.

Wet tongues flicked out together against each of your talons, Azriel and Cassian working in a dance to hit each sensitive spot with flawless expertise. Slick grew between your legs, your body writhing on the sheets as their soft touches and warmth flooded your senses.

You crashed into your high almost too quickly, head tilted back as you moaned curses and praises incoherently. Heart pounding, you came down from your orgasm to feel Azriel’s hand holding your own, calloused thumb stroking the back of it.

“How do you feel, love?” Cassian murmured, settling in next to you to press a kiss to your temple. The tenderness with which they held you, the comfort unlike which you had ever known, the love you felt down the bond - everything hit you at once, and tears sprang in your eyes.

Before Cassian could pull away again, you reached your hand out for him, pulling both the general and Az toward you in a warm embrace. “They’re happy tears, Cass,” you assured him through your sniffling laughter.

They seemed to understand, not pushing further questions as both males settled back into their spots on either side of you, arms wrapping around your waist as the three of you settled to sleep. How peaceful it was to be touched so tenderly, to be touched by those you love.

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vanserrasswife · 2 months

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ACOTAR men x reader with glasses

A/n: I’m getting new glasses tomorrow and I got and idea for what each of the Acotar men would be like with a partner who wears glasses so enjoy

Rhysand who leans in whispering “hello darling” as he gently pushes your glasses back up, caressing your cheek as he does

Cassian who pulls away from a heated kiss muttering about them getting in his way and quickly pulling off your glasses, folding them and placing them on the nearest surface before pulling you back into another kiss

Azriel who comes back late from a mission and finds you asleep on the couch and takes off your glasses and kisses your forehead before laying down next to you and pulling you on top of him

Lucien who wakes you up with soft kisses and caresses, whispering sweet nothings to you as he grabs your glasses and puts them on you pressing kisses to each cheek as he lays himself down on top of you

Eris who watches you rub your forehead and mutter about having lost your glasses again as he crosses the room towards you, extending a hand with your glasses in towards you as he chuckles, making jokes about how often you lose them

Helion who rests his hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing the soft skin as he presses kisses to your neck mumbling into the crook of your neck about how sexy these glasses look on you and how beautiful you are

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danikamariewrites · 6 months

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can i please request on with acotar men x reader where reader adopts characteristics that they do, like for cassian maybe reader starts joking more or with rhysand she acts the way he do. like with couples irl they usually start doing stuff the their s/o do. like she starts using words they do, act the way they do. and they notice! and think it’s the cutest thing ever. someone says

“ wait you sound exactly like eris when you say that “

or like with lucien maybe she starts wearing more rings/braiding her hair more👀

Characteristics hc

Acotar men x Reader

A/n: this is so cute omg

Warnings: none

Rhysand

You picked up Rhys’s smirk about a year after being together. Whenever you look at each other everyone always jokes about your twin smirks with the same twinkle in your eyes

You also start licking at invisible lint on your clothes

Rhys notices and feels bad bc he hates the habit but you made a joke about it once which leads to you both always joke about fake lint

Azriel

You picked up keeping your hands behind you back

Whenever you’re next to him you hold his hand behind your backs. It’s a little way to show him that you’re with him and love him

You also pick up giving him side glances which he notices

It becomes your secret little language

Cassian

You develop Cassian’s sense of humor

You start joking around with him and the IC way more

You both switch between your laugh and Cassian’s laugh which makes you guys laugh even harder

Lucien

Lucien always does random little braids in his hair that you love so you start doing them in your own hair

I think Lucien wears gold jewelry so you start wearing more gold

Luc notices both of these things and starts helping you do your braids and buys you more gold jewelry to match him

Eris

From Eris, you picked up his sarcasm and the little eyebrow raise he does with it

Eris noticed immediately when you started doing it and his heart swelled

He loved that you picked up his mannerisms and never wanted you to stop

Lucien noticed once and it freaked him out

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #acotar headcanons #azriel x reader #cassian acotar x reader #rhysand x reader #lucien vanserra x reader #eris vanserra x reader

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erissheiress · 6 months

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Lonely Anymore

The Inner Circle x Reader

Warnings: depression, mentions of feeling numb, mention of blood and crying, alcohol, platonic intimacy, mentioned Feyre, Elain and Nesta, reader doesn't like Nesta and Elain bc I dont lol. Repost from my main blog.

Summary: You need your family, and they need you.

Word count: 782

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The window was wide open, harsh gusts of wind blowing into the room, disrupting papers on the desk and blowing your hair into your face, stinging your skin and making your eyes water.

Yet, you hardly seemed to notice the biting cold that struck your skin, hardly flinching, or moving from where you sat on the armchair, legs folded and arms around your knees, hugging them close to your chest. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands, nearly drawing blood, but again, it attracted none of your attention.

Your eyes were dull, dark bags under your eyes, from exhaustion mostly. Tears had streamed down your cheeks earlier but not anymore, you simply had no tears left to give to the world, nothing more you could offer.

You had given this world your blood, sweat and tears, your love and your dreams, and in return it had given you the one thing you always lacked;

A family.

The Inner Circle.

It had started with Rhys, Cassian, Azriel, and Mor. Then Amren, then Feyre. Nesta and Elain joined then, though you didn't like them very much, but that was possibly because of how they treated your High Lady, and finally baby Nyx, the newest, and your favourite, member of the family.

So the world gave you a family, and a chance of being loved.

But that was never going to be all, was it? It seemed that the world wasn't quite finished with you yet

No, it gave you hate as well as love, fear as well as joy, pain as well as care.

It caused your dreams to turn to nightmares, your hopes to failures, your youthful innocence to turn to hardened pessimism.

You're not sure when you stopped feeling like you were part of the family, perhaps it was over Solstice? Solstice where you sat in the corner as Feyre and Rhys cuddled Nyx in front of the fire, as Nesta and Cassian playfully bickered while Azriel and Elain laughed at their banter, as well as Mor who happily danced in the centre of the room, swinging a bottle of wine around like a weapon.

And you.. you just sat there, nursing your own wine, suddenly feeling lonelier than you had ever felt before. As you watched them each be happy in their own ways, a weight settled on your chest, and had stayed there ever since.

You did your job, played an active role as a member of the Night Court, but distanced yourself as well. They didn't seem to notice, only little Nyx, who crawled onto your lap one evening and poked your cheek, a frown on his adorable face.

"Sad"

"I'm not sad, Nyxie."

But he only frowned even more. "sad" before planting a wet kiss on your chin. "Happy."

"Yes darling, your kisses make me very happy."

Babies were so easy to satisfy.

So now you sat alone in your room, on an uncomfortable chair, without warm clothes, while the winter air froze your body, yet not bothering you at all.

You didn't feel anything, just numb.

You didn't feel anything when the window closed suddenly, or when footsteps entered the room.

You didn't feel anything when strong arms lifted you to your bed, or when calloused hands stroked your hair softly.

Or when four other figures clambered into the bed with you, three Illyrian males and one female.

You only felt something when the blonde smoothed your hair out of your face and looked at you with the softest expression you had ever seen on her face.

"We love you, you know that right?" and you felt it all of a sudden, like a wave of emotion. Overwhelming you completely.

You'd learn later that Azriel lay closest to you, and it was him that carried you to the bed and held you so snugly, that it was Cassian who stroked your hair so softly and it was Rhysand who shut the windows, using his abilities to heat your frigid room.

You'd learn all this later but for now you let it out like a burst dam, as you sobbed into Azriel's chest, three other pairs of hands comforting you in some way, the best way they could.

Your family.

A 5th figure, a shorter female slipped in at one point, taking a protective position at the end of the bed, comforting you the only way she knew how, and was appreciated nonetheless.

You loved Feyre, and Elain and Nesta were part of the circle now too, but for now you needed your first family, and they mentally vowed to spend as much time as possible convincing you that they needed you too.

That they needed you, that they loved you, that you were important to them, and that they'd always be there for you.

That you didn't have to be lonely anymore.

#acotar x reader #a court of thorns and roses x reader #the inner circle x reader #the inner circle #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian acotar x reader #cassian x reader #mor acotar x reader #mor x reader #amren x reader #my writing

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 8 months

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omg i loved the baby daddy az blurb, same idea but for cassian??!

Daddy to be

Cassian... Cassian... Cassian... well this man has family man written all across his face. Like sir is a gentle giant. He's at times a little forgetful of his size but he has so much love in his system he just can't help it.

Well, I know that you and your neighbor are thinking about it so I'll just say it. He'd be so dang cocky when you get pregnant. Because well he was a part of that and his shot struck straight to the target. So are you smacking him across the head for trying to give a visual representation on how you two had sex that resulted in a baby? Yes. But it's Cassian so idk what anyone is expecting.

On a serious note, he's an angel. He wants to make sure that you are well and taken care of. Changes your whole workout schedule. And Mother forbids you to try to lift weights. He would fly from the other side of the training ground just to snatch them out of your hands. I think assisting you through your workouts as your pregnancy progresses would be one of his favorite things. He gets to make sure you're doing everything safely but also gets to touch your bump while he corrects your posture. Lots of, "Two more mamas, that's my girl", and "Look at you go, ma".

I also think that he worries about the smallest things. A sight of discomfort would send him into a frenzy. "Is she coming?", "Did you feel something?", "Rhys", the last one is dedicated to his high lord but he needs someone who's gone through this. And Rhys never fails to answer even the most random question. But he's also so good at hiding his anxiety. Don't get me wrong he shares his fears but there are times when he knows that him panicking and showing it to you would cause more harm than good.

Cassian also gets very particular about the food you eat. Again, nothing in a way that would restrict you or tell you what to do. He just loves getting your plate ready for you for dinner. And he's bringing it to you, looking like an absolute puppy as he tells you everything that he put there. Reassuring you that you don't have to eat stuff that doesn't appeal to you, that he would do it. But let's face it. Cassian knows your craving to the tea and the food he brings is always exactly what you crave.

Just absolutely lives for late evening bedtime routine. Cassian is in charge of putting oils and moisturizing mixtures all over your tummy and boobs and bum and thighs. And if he's not kneeling in front of you while doing so, then he has you lying on the bed, while he takes his time rubbing his palms slowly over your growing tummy. Has the sweetest of smiles when he says, "Look, I can't no longer cover our moon dust with my palms", he beams at your bump that had popped, "Keep on cooking there, little one. Grow big and strong".

Has exclusive conversations with the baby. That involves a blanket over his head and he's whispering into your tummy and of course, it tickles you so you giggle but that means that he can no longer feel the baby moving so you get a grumpy face flashed at you from underneath the blanket, "Ma'am you are currently interrupting a high-level conversation", you have to bite your lip as to not start laughing, "This is serious business".

He's lord of bloodshed. So are we surprised that anyone who even thinks about touching your bump ends up pressed to the nearest wall? That's where his protectiveness is the highest. Cassian had gotten into his head that anyone who wants to touch you and the babe now means only harm. So no. No one is even allowed to breathe in the direction of the bump. He's snarling and growling, and threatening. His wings are never casually folded now. No, he's walking around like a man who's ready to fight even the wind who blew into your direction too much.

#cassian acotar imagine #cassian x you #cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian lord of bloodshed #cassian acotar x reader #acotar imagine #acotar x you #acotar x reader

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everythingacotarbxm1012 · 6 days

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Nightmares & Dreams

Summary - Cassian just needed some physical contact to help him sleep.

A/N - Friendly reminder that canon cassian does like physical contact. Also, it’s short but I just needed to get something out there so here it is! 620 words.

*Don’t repost or translate my work without my permission. *These characters and world do not belong to me.

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Cassian was known for many things. To the entirety of Prythian he was an Illyrian, a warrior, a General––Lord of Bloodshed. To his family he was a brother, a friend, a jokester, and a poor diplomat, who went to Rita’s for the drinks, not the dancing.

His life was really rather simple. Get up, train, train some more, maybe make a few visits required of him. Eat, sleep. The sleep was less predictable. Somehow there was this magic belief that he was so strong and he really only suffered injuries. His work came with more than physical consequence.

Cassian had injured and killed countless people during his lifetime. When the carriage was over he often found himself vomiting, sometimes mourning his victims––the guilt pumping through his veins. Guilt that chased him even when he slept. He had become used to the lack of sleep. It wasn’t uncommon for Cassian to wake up two or three times throughout the night from his nightmares. Flashes of death all around him, and then he was suddenly sitting up in his bed, in a cold sweat.

Cassian had also grown used to the following hour of lying awake, unable to get himself to fall back asleep. That hour alone with his thoughts, the images from the nightmares flashing before him. Then there were some mornings when he didn’t try to fall back asleep. Those were the mornings that people took him as a dedicated warrior who rose extra early to train, not a general running from his nightmares.

Then you entered the picture. For the number of times he had been to Rita’s Cassian questioned how you had never caught his eye. A beautiful female Illyrian freely dancing on the floor amongst others, lost in the music.

“Cassian! Cassian! Did you… oh–” Mor said before realizing Cassian was already heading for you. She subtly smirked to herself.

Somehow between the many bodies and loud music, Cassian managed to find himself in an intimate conversation, one that flowed effortlessly. The following night Cassian found himself at Rita’s again, but unlike past nights he didn’t head straight to the bar.

“She’s over there,” Mor said with a grin, pointing towards where you were dancing.

Cassian didn’t respond, making his way to you––his reputation parting the crowd for him. It happened again. Hours of conversation only this time Cassian found you in his bed that night. It felt like he had barely fallen asleep when he was plagued with a nightmare.

He stood in the middle of a field, everyone dead around him and then he saw Rhys, Feyre. Cassian turned his head to see Az and Mor. Nesta’s body over Elain’s, protecting her sister until her last breath. Then he was down in the library again and he was being dragged away down, down, down.

But for the first time something called to him, to pull him away from the Bryaxis. “General? General?! Cassian!”

Everything blurred around him and suddenly was back in bed…next to you. Cassian glanced over to you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Cassian,” you could see the panic in his eyes and without a second you wrapped the Lord of Bloodshed in your arms.

Cassian didn’t protest, a fuzzy feeling filling his body. He adored physical contact. He clung to you like you were a lifeline, his arms tightly around your middle until his heartbeat slowed and for the first time in his life it didn’t take an hour to find sleep, only half that time. Just before Cassian completely drifted off he felt a tug at his chest, a feeling he had waited for all his life, a feeling that told him you were his dream.

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar x reader #feyre x rhysand #cassian acotar #reader #feyre archeron #rhysand acotar #azriel acotar #mor acotar #bryaxis #nesta archeron #elain archeron #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #acotar oneshot

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fineghkst · 9 months

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Cassian as your mate

hi! let me know if you find any mistakes

[masterlist]

first of all, I think Cassian would make his mate laugh a LOT

loves to make his mate happy, so if you have a smile on your face, he’s doing the right thing

he wants to see his mate evolve in all aspects, so he will always cheer up for you in any activity you are interested in

MOST SUPPORTIVE MATE EVER (literally the biggest mate material)

he also doesn’t sleep well without you

addicted to spoon you (and be spooned)

even though he’s a general, cas can get kinda shy if you are watching him bossing around

lots of kisses!!!

by the way, he doesn’t care if you two are in public (PDA!!!)

loves to brags about his mate

“have you seen how pretty my mate is?” “y/n is the best fighter ever, they would definitely kick all your asses” “look what my perfect mate did”

praises you A LOT

this male is so proud of you

loves to hear your voice (makes him feel calm)

always looks for you when he’s having a bad day, you’re his safe place

cas loves to bury is face in your neck

teases you ALL THE TIME (again, he doesn’t care if you are in public)

you’re the most precious thing to him in the world so he will move mountains to ensure you’re happy

#cassian x reader #acotar x reader #cassian acotar #cassian acotar x reader #cassian #cassian headcanons #cassian hcs

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poisonedonyx · 2 months

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Cassian x F!Reader | "Covet"

heavily based off the word 'Covet'. Listened to 'Covet' by the Basement while writing this!!! Requests are open <;3!! tw: unedited, arguing, angst, love-hate relationship, smut, oral (f! receiving), p in v, wc: 2k

Covet - to desire; to desire (what belongs to another) inordinately or culpably.

“I don’t think he’s in it for love.” Cassian announced to the female in front of him. “Do what now?” [YourName] said, crossing her arms and giving Cassian a death stare. [YourName], a woman who had joined the inner circle a bit before Rhysand had to go under the mountain, had just gotten engaged to her long-term boyfriend- and Cassian was not happy about it, not one bit.

Cassian had never liked the man that [YourName] dated, in fact he didn’t like any of the men she dated. She had horrible taste, but dear god did he hope to fall under the categories of people she would consider to even date. He never understood why he had fallen for [YourName] but often felt as if they could do more with their relationship than just bicker all day.

[YourName] huffed and turned away, “You hate everyone I consider dating anyways, you should be happy I’m settling down.” she said before walking away. Cassian followed though, “Not the point,” he began as he followed [YourName] through the plaza “My point is that, he isn't in it for love- you shouldn’t marry him.” he basically repeated himself. [YourName] rolled her eyes and continued to look at the ring on her finger as she brushed some dirt off of some fruit.

“I love him.” [YourName] says, as if that makes everything better. “I understand that, but I swore, last time we all were together out, he was flirting with other women!” Cassian said, accusing [YourName]’s fiance of being unloyal, “You’re just mad, probably jealous.” [YourName] argued with Casian. Cassian growled, because she had pinpointed him perfectly and it pissed him off. “I do not! Contrary to what you believe, I actually hate you!” Cassian finally said.

[Yourname] simply huffed, turning to him “If you hate me so much, then why haven’t you left me the hell alone since I announced I was engaged to everyone!?” she asked in frustration. The two were starting to get looks from passers-by. “Because Rhysand cares for you! For all I care you could ditch us and be unhappily married for the rest of your life and I wouldn’t care!” Cassian said, lying through his teeth. For some odd reason that struck something in [YourName].

“You want me to leave? I understand.” [YourName] said awfully calm, creating regret within Cassian. “No, no, [YourName] it’s not like that.” Cassian tried to defuse the situation, but the female had already taken her leave from the plaza. Cassian sighed, he knew he was going to have to find Mor and explain the situation, which means she’s going to scold Cassian and scoldings from Mor typically lasted hours. Mor would find [YourName] and the cycle repeats.

A few days passed and Mor finally returned with [YourName] distraught. She wouldn’t eat meals, she would sleep in, and hardly left her room at that. “I hate you.” [YourName] told Cassian “I hate you so damn much!” she screamed at him, slamming her bathroom door in his face. Cassian was confused, why exactly did the female hate him? He couldn’t put her tongue on it, so he went to find Mor. “She found her fiance cheating.” Mor said, not even looking up from her book when Cassian had approached her and asked what was wrong with [YourName]. “Oh.” Cassian mumbled “I called it.” he said just as quietly but Mor had caught it. “Want a cookie?” Mor asked, looking up at Cassian finally and cocking an eyebrow. Cassian rolled his eyes “Whatever.” he said before leaving the room and off to train a little in hopes to get his brain situated.

After training, Cassian had came in to wash up and eat dinner, but once more there was no [YourName]. It had been going on week two of [YourName]’s absence from meals and it was starting to worry Cassian. Sure, he didn’t have the best relationship with her- but his found family had brought her in and if the others liked her- then he would too. Even if it means catching feelings while at it.

[YourName] opened the door just as Cassian was going to knock, but [YourName] tried slamming the door once more. Cassian stopped it this time. “I would like to offer you dinner its your favorite.” Cassian said, just loud enough for [YourName] to hear. “No. Not hungry/” the female tried to say- but her stomach had betrayed her when she said that and growled anyway. “I think your stomach disagrees.” Cassian says, opening the door fully and guiding [YourName[ into her room and to a the vanity so she could put her food down and eat. “I..” [YourName] began, all Cassian could do was listen, “Why do you let me do these things to myself? Do you really hate me?” [YourName asked finally and Cassian’s heart had broken slightly. It was silent for a moment as Cassian collected his thoughts, “I.. Don’t hate you. I know that I just wished you’d do something different than lose yourself in some random that was suppose to be a one night stand.” Cassian said lightly joking with [YourName].

The girl laughed, wiping her tears with her robe’s sleeves. “I know what I said tells you differently, but I do.. Like you, you just make really dumb choices.” Cassian said,and luckily that made [YourName] laugh a little more than cry. “I.. I don’t hate you either.” [YourName] replies, a gentle smile gracing both of their faces. “So , will you eat now?” Cassian asked, holding up the plate of food for [YourName] to see. It was her favorite, thankfully Cassian didn’t lie on that front.

For the first time in two weeks, Cassian watched as [YourName] ate and poked at her food. Sure, it was her favorite, but she hadn’t eaten a proper meal in two weeks and her body was trying to get used to it once more. When [YourName] finished eating what she could, she set the plate aside and held a soft conversation with Cassian- something she never expected to do. Ever. She always thought he had hated her, they bickered more than talked and to see this side of him is very much different.

[YourName] had moved beside Cassian, just so the conversation wouldn’t be loud. But when silence was draped across them, [YourName] felt the need to lean in slightly, to reach for his warmth. When she did so, Cassian had also done so too and their lips danced for minutes. [YourName] fixed herself so she was on top of Cassian, her arms around his neck to press her chest against his own.

[YourName] wore nothing but a nightgown as of right now, and it drove Cassian crazy. He tugged at the roots of [YourName]’s hair and moaned into the kiss as [YourName] began to grind herself against Cassian. Cassian was quick acting though, in one swift notion, he laid [YourName] down on the bed and began feeling her up. He danced his fingers from [YourName]’s jaw to her neck, that’s where he gently squeezed before tailing his fingers lower. [YourName] moaned at the feeling, trying to create friction for her core to be satisfied- but Cassian wouldn’t let her have that.

Cassian gently lifted up [YourName]’s nightgown, revealing not only her breasts but the soaked panties she wore underneath. Cassian hummed softly, peppering kisses against [YourName]’s chest all while his hand went lower to her panties and began gently rubbing her through them. [YourName] let out a fit of whimpers, softly requesting for more friction, Cassian smirked. He lowered himself to her cunt, he didn’t move her underwear to the side but instead licked a strip right up where she needed him the most.

Just the little touch of that, had her biting her lip. When Cassian finally moved her panties to the side, he teased her hole that was clamping down around absolutely nothing but need from him and it felt empowering to have that. He watched as [YourName]’s reaction turned from needy to pleasure induced when he shoved two fingers into her very wet pussy. “You’re awfully needy for someone who claimed to hate me just days ago.” Cassian hummed as he lowered his face and breathed against her clit.

“I-I don’t ha-haaaate.. you~” [YourName] tried to get out in one piece, but instead came out dragged out because of the way Cassian was attacking her clit that was in desperate need of attention. [YourName] wrapped her thighs around his head and dug her fingers into his hair, tugging as she grinded her cunt against his face for more stimulation she was lacking and in need of. [YourName] felt the heat rise in her stomach and she knew she was going to cum soon, even if she didn’t want it to end. She tugged Cassian’s hair in an attempt to warn him as she couldn’t get anything else out other than gibberish and Cassina’s name.

When [YourName] had came, Cassian made sure to lick up the mess on [YourName]’s thighs smirking as he looked up at a flustered [YourName]. He then leaned up and kissed [YourName]’s lips, slipping his tongue in so she could taste herself. [YourName] moaned at both the feeling and taste of Cassian’s tongue and the feeling of it exploring her mouth once more. [YourName] panted out a whimper when she felt Cassian grind his still clothed cock onto her wet panties, creating fiction.

After much teasing, Cassian removed his pants and both sets of underwear on himself and the woman he was bedding. Not just any woman though, [YourName] was her name and god had Cassian dreamed about this almost every night for the last few years. Cassian slipped his cock between [YourName]’s folds making [YourName] whine, “Please, no tease…” [YourName] begged, biting her lip. Cassian laughed ever so slightly. “You’re just oh so needy right now, look at you, begging for me to fill you up..” Cassian said smoothly, leaning down to press a kiss into [YourName]’s neck and leave a hickey in his wave. Before [YourName] could get any other words out of her mouth to beg, she felt him shove his thick length inside her. [YourName] would have screamed in pleasure if it wasn’t for the fact Cassian had shoved his fingers into her mouth to muffle the noises she was making.

As Cassian thrusted in and out, [YourName] would clamp down making it harder for Cassian to pull out and thrust back in but god it felt amazing so he didn’t dare try to tell [YourName] to relax. Eventually, there was an unbelievably fast pace that Cassian had dragged [YourName] to get use to. With each thrust [YourName] whined, whimpered, and begged for more. Her breast bounced and she didn’t help herself when she brought a hand between them and started to stimulate her clit.

Soon, that knot returned but for both [YourName] and Cassian. Cassian choked out a ‘so close’ before he finally released his cum within [YourName] and soon after, [YourName] joined in soaking his cock and the sheets below her. [YourName] was shaking because of pleasure, Cassian laughed as he watched [YourName]’s legs shake from their activities.

After calming down, Cassian brought [YourName] to the bathroom and gently bathed her and himself. After cleaning, he made sure [YourName] was comfortable in bed, and before the two knew it [YourName] had fallen asleep. Cassian smiled, going to lay down with her- but he would be summoned to help Azriel with something- neither one of them mentioned that night they spent together to anyone they knew. It was their dirty little secret.

It wouldn’t be long before Cassian’s mating bond with Nesta snapped into place and when it did, [YourName]’s breath hitched. She witnessed it happen, and there was no denying that Cassian was going to keep Nesta and place her first above all. [YourName], despite only bedding with Cassian but a handful of times after that, felt ill and sick to her stomach when asked about it, she shook it off and claimed she was happy.

She thought she was happy for Cassian for finding his mate, now if only she could find her own.

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daylight-imagines · 2 years

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we said no one else (Cassian x Reader)

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Warning(s): there’ so much angst. like there’s not even an ounce of happy until the very end

Word Count: 1328

Summary: It’s your birthday and Cassian isn’t there. That wouldn’t be so bad it if he wasn’t with someone else.

what do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn't show?

You laid in bed waiting. Hours had gone by, and you had still hoped he would come. It shouldn’t have bothered you so much. Most fae didn’t celebrate birthdays. It seemed unimportant when you had an eternity of them, but it was something your family had enjoyed. Your parents had seen each year as a celebration no matter how many had passed.

Cassian had loved it and had been at every party your parents threw since you got together. That's what made it so noticeable that he wasn’t there. For an hour you were able to rationalize it but after three it was obvious something was wrong. Throughout the night you assured your family and friends everything was fine even though you could barely breathe. You kept your face neutral even with the looks your mother kept sending you. You gave simple answers to questions about Cassian’s whereabouts determined to get through the night.

As all the guests were leaving, your mother finally got you alone. The look on her face was more serious than you’d seen in a long time.

“Do not accept less than you deserve,” she whispered. “No matter who is giving it.”

You’d nodded even as tears stung your eyes. It was something they had instilled in you since you were small. When you had needed to remember it, you’d forgotten. It was a reminder you were going to need to get through the rest of the night. To deal with Cassian.

You knew where he was. There was no point in denying it any longer. For weeks it had been obvious. He was with her. It was obvious there was something between them. You’d thought it was a simple flirtation that would be gone as fast as it’d come. Of course, that hadn’t happened. The assumption that the years you had spent together was worth more had been wrong. You'd loved him for a century and thought you’d love him for the rest of your life.

A century you’d been at his side. A century of love and trust and dedication. And in one night it was reduced to nothing.

It truly hit you when everyone left, and your apartment was empty. You undressed and bathed then changed into your night clothes before slipping into bed. The silence seemed to press into you. Your chest felt like there was a whole that had previously been filled. You didn’t allow tears to fall. He’d been chipping away pieces of you for weeks now. He wouldn’t get that one. Not yet.

The door opened and somehow your heart constricted even more. You heard his footsteps slowly move through the apartment until he reached the bedroom. He walked into the room, and you waited to see what he’d do. You didn't move, letting him think you were asleep. How much more would he break you? You heard him let out a sigh and move further into the room.

His scent filled the room. It was one you could pick out of any room. It used to be the greatest comfort in the world. But now it was different. Now there was another's mixed with it. Now, it made your stomach turn.

The other side of the bed sunk beneath his weight, and you could take it any longer.

“Are you really planning on laying in this bed with me?”

“I’m sorry I missed your party.”

The party? The fucking party. That’s what he thought you were concerned about? The twisting in your stomach made it hard to think- to figure out what to say to him. Sitting up you placed your feet on the ground breathing deep. Your back was to him, so you didn’t know what his face looked like, if he was even looking at you.

“Are you sorry you’ve been fucking another woman?”

A sharp intake of breath sounded from behind you, but he didn’t speak. Anger flared in your gut, but you still didn’t move from your spot.

“Why not just end things with me? I wouldn’t have held it against you. We could have parted as friends. Instead, you ruined everything we ever had. If you wanted her, why did you not just end things?”

“I didn’t know if I-” he stopped himself.

“You didn’t know what?”

Again he went silent and you couldn't take it. Shooting to your feet you finally turned to face him.

“One hundred years, Cassian. I’ve loved you for one hundred years. I deserve the truth.”

His face was hesitant-guarded. It made you want to curl in on yourself, but you stayed standing tall. You kept your eyes locked on his. He would look you in the eyes while he said this.

“I thought I would stop wanting her. After-”

“You thought you’d fuck her a few times just to get rid of the urge and then crawl into bed with me? You’d act like nothing happened and we’d go back to normal?”

His shoulders slumped and he nodded.

“Obviously you’ve known that urge wasn’t going to go away. So how long were you going to keep it going?”

“I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

A scoff left your mouth. “And you thought humiliating me wouldn’t hurt me? That knowing you were with another woman wouldn’t hurt me?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

You were silent for a moment before asking, “Does she know about me?”

He sighed and looked down.

“So it was just me you were ok with making a fool of?”

“Y/n-” He reached toward you, but you shook your head and took a step back.

“I want you to leave,” you said even as it felt like your heart was being ripped apart. “I don’t want to see you again. I don’t want to talk to you. Leave now and don’t come back. I’ll pack your things, and Mor can come get them.”

“I’m sorry,” he said before walking out of the room. The moment the front door closed, your legs gave out. Sobs that had been building ripped from your chest as your knees hit the floor.

~Later~

The bar you were sitting in was shit. It had no redeeming qualities besides how strong the drinks were. You’d lost track of how long you’d been sitting there and how many drinks you’d had. It didn’t really matter. Some self pittying was allowed after the many you loved slept with someone else.

“What are you doing here alone?”

You drew in a deep breath and turned to look at the male behind you. Hazel eyes watched you with concern as he took you in. Your gaze hardened and you turned back to your drink.

“Why isn’t Cassian with you?”

“Oh trust me Cassian doesn’t care where I'm at.”

“What does that mean?” He had a small smile on his face as he watched you glare at your empty glass.

“Surely you knew he was fucking her?”

A strangled sound left his mouth, and you couldn’t help but look up. A laugh escaped your mouth at the look on his face.

“Or maybe you didn’t.”

He sat next to you as you brought your glass to your lips. You scowled at the reminder that it was empty and he chuckled. The shiver that went down your spine at the sound definitely showed you’d had too much to drink

“Well it’s done now so it doesn't matter.”

“It does matter.” The anger in his voice shocked you. “Fucking idiot.”

You shifted on your seat and a wave of dizziness came over you. If Azriel hadn't steadied you, you would have ended up on the floor.

“I think I need to go home, but I don't know if I can stand.”

Azriel put an arm around your waist and helped you stand. You took a step but stumbled again before he caught you.

“I’ve got you,” he said as he swung you into his arms.

You let out a mumbled oh wow that made him laugh as he carried you out of the bar.

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nattblacklupin · 26 days

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Never was much of a romantic

Pairing: Cassian x Fem! Illyrian! Reader

Warning: mention of wing clipping (just as a threat), Devlon being asshole, reader simping on Cassian, reader is described as being shorter than Devlon and Cassian, random switches in pov (like two times), little bit of angst (cassian feels like he doesn't deserve love), swear words, little bit of Nesta slander

Summary: Cassian meets you in Windhaven and sees you arguring with Devlon. Something about your fierce attitude makes him want to be closer to you.

Part two

Cassian was never much of a romantic. He was one night stand guy. He never felt the need to actually love someone. But later on in his life, he has been feeling more and more alone. He saw his friends find love, mates. Everybody had their own person while he was stuck alone.

He, of course, had his family, the inner circle. They would help him with anything and do anything for him. But it's not the same as having a mate. Someone to love and cherish. Someone who will see through him and know when he really isn't alright.

For a while, he thought that Nesta was his mate. But then she left the night court for autumn court, specifically for the heir of autumn court. And he was alone again.

Nesta absence took a tool on him. He really thought they were meant to be, and she even acted like it. But then one day she just left, only leaving a letter as a goodbye. That made Cassian believe he didn't have a mate. They were rare, so maybe he was meant to never find her. It was possible, and he wouldn't be surprised if it was like that. At the end of the day, he is a low born bastard who doesn't deserve anything more than his ratty tent.

Rhys sent him to Windhaven to check if everyone is being trained as commanded to. If he had any say in this, he wouldn't come here. He hated Devlon and this place. It reminded him of all the bad things that happened there when he was just a child. The only good thing about this place was when he met Rhysand with Azriel. His two brothers are the only reason he's still alive.

But he had to follow the orders of his high lord. Maybe he could go to Rita's after and enjoy the night with his family after he is done here. That thought made him feel somehow lighter. Nothing is better than night with his family.

,,I will train, and I don't care what you tell me"

Cassian immediately looked the way the voice was coming from. He saw illyrian woman standing in front of Devlon. There was a visible high difference between them, but she didn't let it affect her and continued to stand her ground. Cassian was amazed by that and decided to watch for some while. If something happened, he could help her, not that she looked like she needed it. Yet as he was standing there and seeing her arguring with a man that was nearly twice her size, he came to conclusion that maybe women in this camp could put Devlon in his place even better than he ever could.

"You should be glad that you still have your wings, I could just clip them as a punishment for your disobedience"

You just laughed in his face. "do it, and my high lord will have your head. "

Cassian heart warmed at the thought that illyrian women trust Rhys to protect them. They finally trust Rhysand enough to rely on him to protect them and punish those who hurt them.

Devlon just laughed in her face, and that somehow made Cassian mad. He didn't know why he was feeling like this. He had this uncontrollable need to protect her and to make her like him. It was the first time he ever felt like this.

"Do you mean the little princeling and his two bastards? They don't give fuck about some useless woman like yourself"

"Sadly to inform you, Lord Devlon," cassian said mockingly, "but we surely give fuck, so i suggest you to step back and let that woman be"

Cassian flared his wings to make himself the bigger threat in this situation and stepped in front of you. While the two men in front of you had their own silent battle, you couldn't help but admire Cassian.

You knew who he was. Who wouldn't know him? Yet you never seen him. Yeah, you heard stories about how he looks, but your imagination could never come up with the god that stands in front of you. His tan skin. The way his muscles flexed under his leathers. And his wings? They had little scars all over them, yet you couldn't help but admire them. They were so strong. True to his reputation, these were the wings of warrior.

He slowly turned around and you couldn't see his strong back and wings, which was slightly disappointing to you, but the moment you were met with his strong chest you wished for him to never turn around. Everything about him looked so right and hot. You looked up and saw Cassian grinning at you.

,,you alright there, sweetheart?"

Your heart started beating uncontrollably fast, and you swear that it could be heard on the other side of the Windhaven. You couldn't look away from his Hazel eyes. It was like they were holding you in their mercy and weren't planning on letting you go. Yet you still needed to answer him, to hear his voice again.

"I-" before you could finish your sentence something snapped between you two.

,,mate"

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shadowdaddies · 3 months

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Could I request a Cassian x reader fic where reader is really shy and almost innocent and Cassian finds her so adorable and they have sex for the first time?

always love some Cassian. Here ya go lovely

Adventurous

Cassian x Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, corruption kink-ish, minors dni

The moment Cassian saw you for the first time at Rita’s, oblivious as your silky pink dress rode dangerously high up your thighs, he knew he had to have you. The sweet blush that dusted your cheeks, your nervous giggle when he shook your hand for the first time, soft small and soft against his rough callouses - you had no idea how quickly you had the general wrapped around your finger.

One night, he stumbled into the House of Wind after a long day of training to overhear you talking to Mor over a glass of wine. Your soft laugh chimed like bells, the sweet innocence of the sound softening his mood, as your presence always did.

“I’ve had sex, Mor. I’m just shy. It takes me awhile to feel comfortable with someone, so I’ve never really gotten to a place to be... Adventurous, you could say,” you admitted with a giggle.

Mor gave you a smirk behind her glass of wine, those all-knowing eyes staring right through you as though she could read your every thought. She sat her glass on the table, finger swirling around the rim as she leaned back, a cat-like grin on her face. “What about Cassian?” she purred in a low voice.

Cassian’s heart began pounding in his chest. He knew it was wrong to listen in on this conversation, but was frozen in place as he waited to hear your answer. He’d dreamed of taking you, of making you moan louder than he’d ever heard your soft voice. The image of you writhing on his bed, mouth open in a silent scream as he pleasured you consumed his thoughts - only for him to be drawn out of them by the sound of your nervous chuckle.

“I don’t think Cassian is interested in me,” you murmured, blush deepening on your cheeks. Mor’s face contorted in confusion, a disbelieving laugh escaping her.

“Why would you think that? You’re beautiful, and-“

Her words were cut off by the sound of boots against the hardwood floors, Cassian purposefully trying to make his presence known. The general turned the corner into the living area where you sat, his long black hair unbound in waves around his face.

Your heart leapt in your chest as his hazel eyes locked with yours, a look of hunger dancing in them as he watched you. Mor’s gaze flicked between the two of you, a satisfied grin prominent on her face as she winked at you.

“I think I’d better head home for the evening,” the blonde sighed, an obviously fake yawn echoing through the room as she stretched her arms. “Have a goodnight, sweetheart,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek before giving Cassian a hug, and vanishing into a cloud of darkness as she winnowed home.

Cassian cleared his throat, shifting on his feet as you dared to look up at him through your lashes. A nervous giggle left you at his intense stare, blush creeping further onto your cheeks as you granted the Illyrian a shy smile.

“Did you... happen to overhear any of that?” you whispered, hands fidgeting as you watched his eyes darken, a musky scent filling the room. Heart beating in your chest, your tongue subconsciously flicked out over your bottom lip as his chest moved with deep breaths.

“Yes. I heard,” Cassian admitted, his voice a low growl as he prowled towards where you sat on the sofa. His eyes flicked down to where your breasts strained against the fabric of your top, your own breaths growing ragged as the scent of your arousal filled the room.

“Would you like that? For me to touch you, to show you what you’ve been missing?” A whimper left your lips as you nodded, transfixed on Cassian as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, pushing inside. His thumb pressed down on your tongue, drawing a pathetic moan that had his cock straining against his leathers. He leaned forward, dark waves of hair brushing your cheek as he licked up the shell of your ear. “I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle. I’ve dreamed of this for too long, all I can promise is that I will ruin you,” he groaned into your ear, breath warm against your skin as his teeth tugged your earlobe.

“Please,” you whispered, hips bucking involuntarily as you leaned desperately into his touch.

Gripping your chin between his fingers, Cassian directed your gaze to his. With a wicked smirk, his pointer finger stroked under your chin, snapping your jaw shut. “Well, since you beg so prettily for me,” he murmured, leaning in to press a fierce kiss to your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth as teeth clashed, both of you hungry for more.

Strong arms swept you up bridal style as Cassian carried you to his bedroom, kicking the door open before tossing you effortlessly onto the bed. Striding purposefully over to where you lay, Cassian’s hands found your top, ripping the fabric, exposing your bare breasts to the cool air of the room.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he murmured, hands trailing down to the waistband of your pants. Quickly, you moved one foot to his chest, shaking your head with a playful smile.

“Your turn,” you purred, nodding to the leathers that still adorned his chest. A small laugh left Cassian’s lips as he unbuckled the straps, slipping of his top in record time. Biting back a moan, you marveled at his broad, tattooed chest, toned as a trained warrior. Moving your legs to wrap around his waist, you pulled Cassian forward, relishing in the power you felt as he fell on top of you, arms supporting him as he hovered above you on the mattress.

Running your hands up his chest, you admired the muscles beneath as you ground up into him. With a growl, Cassian took your hands, pinning your wrists above your head as he kissed and sucked his way down your neck.

“I have had too much time to think about everything that I want to do to you. Keep your hands there, and do not rush me, angel,” he murmured, eliciting a gasp from you as his tongue flicked out against your nipple. His hand found your other breast, pinching lightly as he pulled on the bud.

Squirming under his touch, you tucked your hands behind your head to keep from pushing him down further where you wanted him. His warm, soft lips sucked on one breast, a sharp contrast to the cool callouses teasing your other.

“Please, Cass, I need more,” you pleaded breathlessly, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. With a dark chuckle, Cassian switched his movements, soothing the teased nipple with his tongue, hazel eyes locked on your expression as your head lolled back against the mattress in bliss.

You could feel his smirk against your skin as he kissed his way down your stomach, long hair softly tickling your sides as he sucked harshly just above your pants line, sure to leave a mark. Warm fingers skated underneath the fabric of your waistband, encouraging you to look up at the Illyrian who lay between your legs.

Brows furrowed, you bit your lip and nodded in permission. Nostrils flaring, Cassian, dragged your pants down to your knees, pausing as he saw the lacy pink panties that barely covered your soaked core.

A guttural groan escaped him, nose brushing your clit through the fabric as he inhaled your scent. You felt his tongue flick out, the warmth of his saliva seeping through the fabric of your panties as you wriggled against his touch. A dark, taunting laugh escaped the general as he pinned your hips firmly to the bed.

“You are not going anywhere before you’ve screamed until you can’t speak,” he growled, ripping your pants and underwear down in one swift motion, baring you to him completely.

Eyes heavy with desire, Cassian blew cold air onto your pussy, reveling in the mewl that escaped you at the stimulation. “Tell me how bad you want me,” he murmured between kisses up your thighs. “Tell me you need me.”

Small, breathy moans were pouring from your lips as you tried to form words. “I need you Cassian. I need you to touch me, I need you more than air. Please, please fuck me,” you pleaded.

Cassian paused, raising up slightly as he admired your disheveled state, hair splayed out as you spread yourself for him. “I will fuck you, after I taste you,” he spoke firmly, just before his tongue licked a broad stripe up through your folds.

You gasped, moaning loudly as Cassian continued licking, thrusting his hot tongue into your core as he spread you open for his use. His tongue found your clit, flicking back and forth quickly as his lips wrapped around the swollen bud, sucking in a rhythmic pattern that drew your to your orgasm quicker than ever before.

With shaky breaths, you dared to bring down a hand to thread through Cassian’s long hair in an attempt to warn him of your approaching orgasm. He moaned at the touch of your hand in his hair, the vibration sending you over the edge as you convulsed, shouting his name as your high coursed through you.

Panting, you came to to find Cassian hovering above your waist, smirking as he licked your release from his lips, the remainder dripping from the male’s chin.

“I do believe I told you to keep your hands to yourself. Didn’t I, sweetheart?” Cassian’s hands slid up your arms, holding each of your wrists in his grasp as he flipped you to your back. Your hands pinned behind you in one of his, your face was flat against the mattress as his free hand massaged your ass before landing a soft smack.

You gasped, wiggling into his touch instinctively as he laughed amusedly at you. “You like that? Do you want me to be rough with you?” he ground out, hips rutting against your backside as his hand continued working your ass.

“Mmm, yes please,” you whimpered, dizzy with need as you heard ties being released behind you. Cassian’s pants dropped to the floor, his cock rubbing against your folds as he pulled you towards him by your wrists.

“If it’s too much, you yell stop. Okay?” he murmured, voice softer this time as he leaned down to press a kiss to your neck. You nodded, whispering a ‘yes’ as you arched into him, desperate for more. “Good girl,” he groaned before thrusting into you.

Collapsing into the mattress, you moaned at the stretch of his cock inside of you, clenching at the fullness of him. Cassian groaned, jerking you up by your wrists as he pinned your back to his front, your knees on the bed as he stood on the floor. He bit into your neck, soothing over the spot with his tongue as he began pounding inside of you.

The feeling was unlike any you had experienced before, his large cock hitting the perfect spot inside of you every time as you lay limp against his chest. Cassian released his hold on your wrists, bringing one hand to toy with your nipples as the other rubbed circles on your clit.

You screamed out in pleasure, legs shaking as you reached your high for the second time tonight. Cassian slowed his thrusts inside of you, trailing kisses down your neck as hazel eyes found yours. “Are you alright?” he questioned, sincerity written on his features.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question, smiling as you leaned back against him, grinding your ass along his front. “Okay wouldn’t be adequate. That was indescribable,” you murmured, pulling him down for a kiss.

“Good, because we’re not leaving here until I’ve shown you the meaning of ‘adventurous’,” Cassian muttered, teeth tugging your bottom lip before flipping you onto your back, spreading your legs as he opened you up to him once more.

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vanserrasswife · 5 months

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Bat boys love languages

Rhysand

Gift giving

He’s always buying little things for you whether it be a necklace he saw walking through velaris or a book he thinks you might like

He loves buying you small gifts all the time

Also, words of affirmation

I think that one goes for both of you

He loves hearing you telling him how much you love him and how happy you are with him

And he loves complimenting you, he just does it so naturally

Cassian

Physical touch

This man loved touching you

He loves holding your hips or your thighs when you stand in front of him

I think he would definitely be one of those people who rest their arm on shorter peoples heads and everyone is short compared to him

Also acts of service

He’ll cook for you sometimes, he’ll clean, he’ll make you breakfast in time for you waking up

Azriel

Quality time

He plans in little walks time when you can just be together the two of you after he gets back from work

Especially after he’s been away on a mission for a few weeks he plans in movie nights or nights where you both read a book and then talk about it

After a while I think he would enjoy physical touch but he would have to trust you a lot and probably won’t touch you a lot in front of lots of people

He’ll only feel comfortable enough when your alone or with close friends and family

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danikamariewrites · 8 months

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can i request a fic with batboys x reader, they’re on a mission in the illyrian steppes and she overhears a few females at the illyrian camps gossip about her having three mates, they call her horrivle names and reader gets really insecure. her mates find out and confront the females, plot twist apparently it’s on of cassians exlovers who is jealous👀👀👀

Jealousy Is A Bad Look

Poly!batboys x reader

A/n: I love jealous bat boys so this is feeding my obsession with them

Warnings: bullying and name calling

As you walked back through the market you took in the Illyrians mingling and working. You wanted to keep yourself busy while your mates are in their meeting. Spotting a stand with wildflowers you stop to inspect them. You smile as you see your favorites and ask the female to make a bouquet for you.

While you wait you look around at the other vendors. You might sound crazy if you ever voiced this to your mates, but you loved being in the mountains at the start of winter. The snow fell in flurries that wrapped around you. The air is cold and crisp, fresher than in Velaris.

A horrifying cackle sounds from behind you from the midst of a group of females spreading camp gossip. The one that cackled noticed you and gasped. You were quite noticable up here since you didn't have wings.

"That's her." She whispered very, very loudly. "Our new High Lady apparently. Perfect y/n over there is mated to the High Lord and the other two bastard brutes." Her tone was condescending and taunting which you had no patience for.

You scowled at the group. One of the females' cheeks turned crimson from your attention as she looked back at her friends murmuring some insult probably.

The main one, you think her name is Myla, kept throwing insult after insult at you. Spreading rumors to her friends and hoping the whole camp will hear. "I think she's just a gold-digging whore. Not Cassian's type. But I can't say anything for the other two."

The florist hands you the bouquet, you snatch it and stuff it into your basket. You quickly head for the path back to the cabin, practically stomping your feet.

You were fuming. How dare she say those things about you! And your mates! And how would she know what Cassian likes? Myla definitely isn't something Cassian would like.

Before you knew it you were back at the cabin. You flung the door open and dropped the basket by the front door, marching yourself over to an armchair. Plopping down you sink back into the oversized piece of furniture crossing your arms. You face the fireplace huffing.

Going over Myla's words again and again you start to swing your feet. You take deep breathes reminding yourself that she isn't the first person to judge you and your relationship, and she won't be the last.

You hear three sets of wings flapping wildly, three sets of feet landing hard on the frozen ground just outside the front door. Rhys flung the door open, Cassian and Azriel trying to push in behind him. "Darling we felt you down the bond. What's wrong? Are you alright?" You didn’t realize that you had been projecting your feelings.

Rhys and Cassian kneel in front of you while Azriel stands next to you, gently rubbing at your shoulders. Worry clear in their faces. You take in each of them letting out a deep sigh. “Did someone hurt you?” Azriel practically growled out.

You shake your head no. “No, no. Just some females talking about me and our relationship.” They all seem to tense at that. Rhys takes your hands in his large ones. “What did they say?”

“That it this isn’t real. And they don’t understand how you picked me, that I’m a gold-digging whore and all that.” You could feel the anger rolling off them, Cassian especially. “Sweetheart, who said this?” Taking another deep breath you close your eyes and exhale.

You didn’t want this to cause any problems. But if you don’t tell them it will eat at you and them. “Myla.” Cassian shoots up so fast Azriel has to grip his shoulder to keep him in place. Rhys stands trying to calm him. “Don’t do anything rash Cass. If you do something it won’t end well.”

Your eyes dart between the three of them. Your mind is racing about what the silent conversation between them is. Cassian was clearly fuming and wasn’t calming down until you say something. “Cass,” you whisper, “look at me.” You stand pulling him into the chair, placing yourself on his lap. Wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders you place your face in his neck.

Cassian relaxed under your touch and he pulls you in tighter. “It’s ok Cass. It’s not a big deal.” He sighs through his nose. Cassian looks at Rhys and Az, fury swirling in his hazel eyes.

The next afternoon you accompanied them to a meeting including the other leaders and higher-ups of the camp. You spotted Lord Devlon speaking with another male in similar Illyrian leathers. You stop thinking about the male and take your seat between Rhys and Cassian. Reaching under the table you give Cassian’s hand a loving squeeze with a small smile which he returns.

Facing the room your eyes go wide as you watch Myla stride over to Devlon and the other male. You hear the male introduce her as his daughter. You look at Cassian, his face set in anger. “Anything else you want to tell me about her?” You whisper. “She’s my ex.” He bites out. Your eyes go wide at the confession.

You feel Rhys gently caress your mind, “She means nothing to him. Remember he’s with you, we’re with you. She was always jealous she couldn’t have Cassian and now you do. Hell, you have all three of us.” He breathes out a laugh.

Rhys is right. The Mother matched you with the three of them. You didn’t need to angry with her. Honestly now you just wanted to make her jealous. You give Rhys a quick peck on his cheek, then wave Azriel down from his standing position behind you and kiss him as well. At this point everyone is seated as you turn to Cassian.

You can feel Myla’s eyes on you. You catch her unpleasant face out of the corner of your eye and smirk. Placing your hand on the back of his neck you pull him into you, giving him a deep quick kiss. After you break apart Cass smirks. Myla dramatically groans standing from the table. She rushes out the door and slams it behind her.

Azriel hides his laugh behind a cough. Rhys clears his throat, “Well, now that that’s done with shall get started?”

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