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danikamariewrites · 8 months
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hii i really love ur fics, ur so good at writing🤍🤍🤍🤍 I wanted to ask if i could request one where it’s cassian x reader and they’re in a lowkey relationship bc reader is rhysands sister. one day reader gets so turned on by watching cassian and forgets to shut her mental shields. Both feyre and rhysand hears every dirty thought ab what she wants cassian to do and rhys gets surprised and pissed and just literally wants to die😭😭👀
Personal Thoughts
Cassian x reader
A/n: thank you anon! I hope you like this
Warnings: slightly suggestive and some blood/violence
As you stretch by yourself as you watch Cassian and Azriel spar. You look to the other side of the room and see your brother and Feyre stretching together. You smile at how cute they are together. You hope one day you and Cassian will be like that.
Your relationship is still so new. You’ve only been dating for a few months now but you’re infatuated with each other. No one else knows and you two want to keep it that way for a while. Rhys can get a little to over protective of you and the rest of this family is so gods damn nosy. Honestly it’s a miracle no one knows yet.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Cassian staring at you. Mother forbid you take your eyes off of him for more than two seconds. You roll your eyes at him and he send you a small smirk as he slowly takes his shit off.
Cassian flexes and picks up his sword, spinning it a few times before taking a defensive stance in front of Azriel. Azriel forces Cassian to pivot. He flares his wings and his back muscles flex. You didn’t even know he could do that.
And his ass! His ass is so gods damned perfect you just want to squeeze it. You stare absentmindedly taking in the fight. All you can think about is your date last night. He took you out to dinner at a fancy restaurant and when you got home he absolutely ravished you.
His head was between your legs for what felt like hours. And he took his time exploring every inch of you. When you two were done Cassian drew a bath for the two of you. He treats you like the princess you are and shows you nothing but respect. Cassian truly is a gentleman which you think a lot of people over look.
As you keep going through your memories you feel a familiar presence. It’s Rhysand looking at your memories with you. Shit.
Before you can push him out Rhys pulls back. You look over at him and his face is crimson with anger. Clearly he didn’t take into account how happy you were with Cassian. And how dare he look into your personal thoughts without permission! He always asks.
Rhys runs at Cassian tackling him to the ground and pinning him. Azriel jumps back, confused by the situation unfolding in front of him. “Rhys what the hell-“ he’s cut off by Rhys’ fist. A crunching sounding from his nose.
You jump up and tackle Rhys off of Cassian. “Those were my private thoughts! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You scream in your brothers face. “I wish I could burn my eyes after seeing that shit!” “Oh grow up you big baby!” You start to fight Rhys. His mistake is that he doesn’t take you seriously and you land a few good punches before Cassian picks you up and pins your arms.
Azriel holds Rhys back while Feyre stands to the side with her hands held out in both directions. Rhys gives Cassian a death glare. “Are you serious? My sister?” You look at Cassian and he goes slightly pale. “While you were intruding did you not feel my happiness? All the joy he brings me?”
Rhys’ jaw works as he tries to hold in his anger. “Rhysand.” Feyre says sternly. “Apologize to your sister. That was so wrong.” His face softens when he looks at her. You can tell they’re speaking mind-to-mind the way his expression changes.
“Look again Rhys.” You snap. You let him in and show him the overwhelming joy of being with Cassian. The love that he gives you everyday. Cassian lets go of you, confident you won’t try to beat your brother again. “Cassian,” his head snaps toward Rhys, “if you hurt her I’m going to kill you.” He nods, “I would never do that. I love her too much.”
You stand there stunned, looking up at his bloody face. “I love you too.” The words just flow from your mouth without even thinking. You hadn’t said that to each other yet. You smile at him and rise to kiss his cheek. Cassian smiles back at you, reaching out to hold your hand.
You hear Rhys make a fake puking sound. “Hey I don’t do that to you and Feyre.” “Feyre’s not your sister.” You stick your tongue at him. “I’m happy for you two.” Feyre says with a smile. “And don’t listen to your brother, he’ll come around soon.”
“I’m sorry.” Rhys says in your mind. “Yeah, yeah just don’t do it again or I’ll snap your wrists.” “Ouch. Are you this violent with Cassian?”
Azriel, Rhys, and Feyre head inside and you turn to Cassian. “Oh baby, your nose. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Cassian rubbed at the dried blood caked in his nose, “I’m fine sweetheart. You don’t have to take care of me.” You roll your eyes and pull him toward the door. “You’re taking a bath. And I’ll even rub your shoulders like you like.” Your tone slightly teasing.
Cassian kisses the top of your head. “You know now that I’m thinking about it, I’m so sore from training and Rhys beating me up. I might need more than a shoulder rub.” He smirks at you.
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jeannineee · 10 months
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Hey, I love your writing so much!! Please could you write something for Cassian where he wants to take his new mate flying but she’s worried because she thinks she’s too heavy? Maybe she’s from a different court or something so she doesn’t know how strong the Illyrians are. Thank you and no worries if not!!
Hold on Tight
Cassian x Reader
a/n: Cassian is so….🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ anyway!! Requests still open. Love you guys!!
warnings: suggestiveness. Prob 18+ tbh
“Come on, y/n,” Cassian said, poking your side. “It’ll be fun, I promise. I won’t drop you or anything.”
“That’s reassuring,” you muttered sarcastically, toying with the hem of your sweater.
Cassian has been trying to get you to go flying with him for weeks, but you haven’t budged on your answer.
“I just…don’t think it’s a good idea,” you explained, avoiding his gaze as his brows furrowed.
Cassian sighed, before gently grabbing your jaw in his hand. “Sweetheart, look at me,” he murmured, turning your head to meet his eyes. “In the centuries I’ve known you, you’ve never been afraid of heights. And I know you’re not afraid of me, either. Why don’t you want to do this?”
You bit the inside of your cheek, silently cursing yourself for being unable to hide your feelings from your face. “I’m afraid that I’ll be too heavy for you.”
Cassian let go of your jaw, his face going slack for a moment. He bursted into laughter, clutching his stomach at the intensity of it.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” he said, in between gasps of breath. “I just—really? All those positions I put you in last night-“
Your face flushed. “Cassian—“
“—and you think I can’t throw you over my shoulder like a rag doll? Please,” he finished, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Before you could try and rebut his statement, Cassian picked you up bridal-style, and continued, “We’re going flying, sweetheart. And when we’re done, we’re going to our bedroom, and I’m going to show you exactly how easily I can manhandle you.”
You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, utterly speechless as he pecked your lips.
“Hold on tight,” he said, before shooting off into the sky.
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Could you write another steamy blurb for either Lucien or Cassian? I love your writing it’s the best smut I’ve ever read!!!❤️❤️
stop, i’ll cry.
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“take it.” his voice was stern, and laced with demand as he spoke.
even though he seemed too busy with his own pleasure, his cock never failed to hit all of the right spots inside of you cunt. many whines left your mouth as his pace increased, causing him to form a smirk.
“yeah?” he teased. “now, i know just how good my cock makes you feel, baby.”
“fe-feels s-so good, cass.” you moan, your eyes rolling back as his cock hits your sweet spot just right.
“yeah, there? is it right there?” cassian teased before giving you a particular hard thrust.
you gasped out in surprise at the action, your legs beginning to shake in undeniable pleasure.
“yeah, you like that, huh baby?”
you nodded frantically from above him, his eyes watching your every move as he thrusted up inside of your wet cunt. his hair was tossed everywhere, the long black strands sprawled out on the pillow under his head.
“yes, cassie— fuck- i love it so fucking much. love your cock more than anything, please never stop fucking me.” you plead.
he chuckled at you darkly, his ego as boosted as ever.
“don’t worry your pretty little head, baby. i’m not going to stop anytime soon.”
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redbleedingrose · 27 days
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Cassian x Reader Masterlist
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NSFW Alphabet
Cassian loves Chubby Girls
Cassian x Chubby!Reader Blurb
🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.
Desperate Cassian
Showering with Cass
“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this”
Cass smackin ass!
Traditions 
Pre-Girl Dad!Cassian Headcanons
Girl Dad!Cassian Headcanons
Cassian man titty thots
Smutty Cass thots
Gym Bro Cass with his chubby lady
A/N: The long awaited Cassian x Reader Masterlist, fully updated for you all! These include some blurbs, headcanons, and full oneshots for you guys! I really hope you enjoy. I have been working through my official masterlist to update that as well. So far, the cassian stuff and Always have been updated. A couple of the new drabbles I wrote have also been added towards the end. I will be making a seprate masterlist for each character just to make things easier while I organize my whole main masterlist. For the time being, this should be good enough hopefully. Please let me know your guy's thoughts, comments, asks, and reblogs are DEEPLY appreciated. The mean the entire world to me.
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azriels-shadowsinger · 2 months
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Writing Prompts!
Send me prompts and i’ll write a fic. Feel free to include a specific character if you want <3
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Prompt List:
1. “He treats me well-" "Okay good for you." "-but he isn't you."
cassian x reader
2. “Why do you always have to be so difficult?” “It’s fun getting you all riled up”
3. “When was the last time you slept?”
4. “All you do is push me away. I'm done. Whatever this is, it's done.”
azriel x reader
5. "It kinda sounds like you're flirting with me." ". . . I’ve been doing that for three years now."
bat boys x reader
6. “I don’t want to go to sleep with this hanging between us.” or “I can’t sleep with you still mad at me.”
azriel x reader
7. “I broke the lock. You were screaming.”
azriel x reader
8. "Should we like, talk about it?" "aboutwhatnothingweirdhashappenedlatelyhaha" "Let me see if I can jog your memory."
9. “You’re staring.” “I like seeing you happy.”
10. “I sacrificed everything for you.”
11. "You lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one to sacrifice ?"
eris x reader
12. “When have you ever cared?” “I’ve always cared.”
azriel x reader
13. “Everything reminds me of you, it's driving me insane”
azriel x reader
14. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?”
15. “I’m sorry. i don’t feel the same way.” “Look me in the eyes and tell me that.”
azriel x reader
16. “I can’t lose you again. it hurt too much the first time.”
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sources:
memesomething , jasminesfury , urfriendlywriter , winterrrnight
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maisonaime · 3 months
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Give and Take
Softdom!Cassian x Healer!Reader
Premise: You get back after a long day of work and Cassian is ready to take over everything, you give him control so that you don’t lose it entirely. 
Splitting this into two parts so that I don't lose my mind over it anymore. Love to all who jumped on this prompt!
Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, smutty fluff, emotional overstimulation, self-sacrificing, poor self-care (bordering on self-harm), injury and slight gore, 18+ minors DNI
Part 1:
The last flight of stairs up to the rooms you and Cassian occupied in the River House seemed steeper than you had ever remembered, dragging yourself up the stairs was utterly Sisyphean, the last stretch in a long day that had frustrated tears finally pricking in your eyes. You were tired to your bones, fed up with being hunched over a desk, and the day was still far from done over eleven hours after it had begun. You woke and dressed when the sky was dark, and were returning hours after the braziers lining the hallways had been lit.
You had two bags hanging in the crook of one elbow, full of brewing equipment that needed to be polished with a protective tonic before being used in class tomorrow. In the same arm, you were clutching a thick stack of essays requiring grading. Tucked under your other arm was a folio of research on restorative therapies for Illyrians who had their wings clipped. Slung over your shoulder from training was your weapons belt, sheathed with two daggers and a longsword Cassian had wrought for you as a wedding gift.  
The file of research slipped from your arms, scattering down all the steps you had just climbed in complete disarray. You made a small sound of anguish and finally, the tears were flowing freely. You were so grateful for it all, for this beautiful life you had. You were grateful for the research you were able to do to find a way to reverse the horrors wrought on Illyrian females. You were enthusiastic about teaching your students, passing along ancient knowledge to the trainees who would one day be your peers. You itched for training with Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn; pouring intentional movement into your body after long days of obligatory motion.
Healing people, feeling your tendrils of power sweep over broken bones, seeking out the source of symptoms, touching the broken parts of people’s souls. It was the greatest gift, one that multiplied every time you held a newborn babe, watched someone run or dance on legs that had never worked before, and felt the relief of familial caregivers as you restored hearing or sight or even small amounts of lucidity to their aging parents. It was quite possibly the only gift that you valued more than your precious mate. The one who you had remade and been remade by. 
 You were so grateful for it all, for this beautiful life you had. But there were some days when you felt the burden of worlds bearing down on you. Days when failed healings left you shattered. Days when there was simply too much to do and not enough hours to do it. 
“What’s all this sweetheart.” Cassian appeared at the top of the stairs, his darkened gaze forcing you to rethink your current predicament. 
Despite his intimidating size and title, the Lord of Bloodshed was as gentle a lover as you had ever known. He had honed his resolve over the centuries, along with all his other skills. Even in the most feral moments between the two of you, lost entirely to the bond in skin and teeth and brutish groans, he would never lose himself. He could balance himself over you for hours with just the head of his cock pressing into your center, and could sit perfectly still while stuffed down your pretty little throat. 
What he couldn’t do was abide by disobedience. And disobedience to Cassian was self-neglect. Disobedience was forgetting to eat, not getting enough sleep. Disobedience was piling too much onto your plate. Disobedience was trying to lug over one-hundred pounds of shit up the stairs after you had left before dawn and were returning long after dark. And disobedience would earn you punishment.
Ever since you had helped Azriel rehabilitate his shredded wings after Hybern wrought his havoc, you had remained in close connection with the High Lord’s Inner Circle. Your attentive and tranquil care healed both Azriel’s wings and the lingering horror that wracked his soul in the following weeks as he tried to move on from those paralyzing moments of agony. You treated his flesh and soul with equal gentleness, cementing your regard as a healer with the capacity to treat vulnerability with as much tenderness as you treated wounds and sickness.
When Cassian lay broken and bleeding, of course, it was you who was summoned to the tent. He was like every other patient before in your ability and desire to help him. But he was also like no other patient before because he was your mate. You could still feel his screaming cleaving the air and reverberating through your jaw, dulling all senses to anything but him. His brothers had to hold him down with tears in their eyes; Feyre lost her stomach; Mor just sat in the corner silently shaking. You were cursed to remember every ounce of hopelessness in his eyes as he scrambled away from your hands, refusing any of your help or assessment for fear of what you might find.
You found femur bone shattered like glass, tearing into the muscle and tendon of his massive thigh. You found snapped cartilage, torn muscle, and severe hemorrhaging that nearly cut off blood supply to his entire left wing; the damage so bad it would have resulted in field amputation had you not been there. You found the husk of a man who had been so sure he was going to die without being able to save his family, without even being able to say goodbye. 
You burned yourself out with the raw power that flooded from you as you were confronted with the primal need to save him. You gave yourself entirely to the will of the goddess that had blessed your hands. At one point Rhys had to blanket your mind in darkness so that you wouldn’t drain that well of power entirely. 
When finally, the damage left could only be healed by time, you had collapsed over him and refused to move. Unable to. Gentle, weak arms had dragged you ungracefully to a warm chest, to a beating heart. The only thing you could hear through the thundering haze of your overwrought senses. 
“Don’t you ever do that again, for anyone. Not even me sweetheart.” 
And then it was Cassian’s turn to heal you. To watch over your trembling body as you recovered from the depletion of your powers. He fed and bathed you. Stretched and massaged the muscles that felt as though they had been filleted by lightning. Braided your hair to keep it from knotting during the long hours you slept. 
He poured himself into you in a way you had never had before. In a way you had only ever provided to others, never received yourself. In a way you hadn’t ever known you wanted so badly until you were sobbing hoarsely into his arms, years of self-sacrifice pouring out of you.
It didn’t stop there. Only when you had settled into living together did either of you realize the extent to which overextending yourself had become a way of life. The first time you came home past midnight, Cass was in a panic thinking you had been hurt or taken. When you stumbled through the door on legs bent with exhaustion and informed him that you had eaten exactly three crackers and a handful of berries all day, he just stared at you for a long time.
“How do you expect to save everyone if you destroy yourself in the process? This level of self-sacrifice isn’t noble, it’s irresponsible. Now, get on your fucking knees.” Your head snapped to him, pinning him with a disbelieving scoff. But he was dead serious. 
In a flash he had your hair gathered in a stern but gentle fist, and you had your mouth very, very full. He fucked your mouth with a fervor, his fingers finding the corners so he could pop your jaw open further and push himself even deeper down your throat. 
He came with a hiss, freeing a hand from your ruined mouth to pound in a fist against the unyielding stone wall. 
Then he scooped you up and laid you in bed, pouring water with lemon and honeyed tea down your throat. Leaving your side briefly, only to return with a veritable feast of foods specifically selected to strengthen your body and magic. His care was almost overwhelming, but you found yourself surrendering to his vigil over you.
“Put it down” he said, pure authority radiating from him.
“Put what down?” you feigned. 
“All of it, sweetheart. And don’t make me ask again. I’d hate to have to take you down to Az’s workroom. He put up such a fuss last time, even after I cleaned everything in front of him.” There was no room for disobedience in his tone, even if the remark had you chuckling. 
You struggled to unburden yourself, unsure of how to extend your arms and set down one item without imperiling another. You met Cassian’s gaze with pleading eyes that quickly turned fiery at his smugness. You drew yourself up slowly, eyes narrowing…
And dropped everything from your hands, letting the first bag of glassware slide off your arms and crash to the ground – even if the sound of tinkering glass made something in you twist and cringe. 
“Don’t be a fucking brat, you know it’ll only make things worse.” he snapped, lips pulling back in a feral grin as he raked his gaze over your body, your leather-bound dips and curves displayed to him unobstructed. 
The belt you set down gently, minding your beautiful blade. In the middle of the night after your mating ceremony, in the haze of your frenzy, Cassian had marched you down to the deepest chambers of the Court of Nightmares, where the mountain burned nearly as hot as your bond. You had watched with lust-glazed eyes as he hammered out a blade and fused it to the hilt he had already carved and polished—smooth, rounded obsidian imbued with the cavernous powers of the Mountains. 
He fucked you hard into the stone floor and then soared into the night sky with you and the weapon, cooling skin and steel alike. And when you finally touched ground again, he wasted no time showing you exactly why he chose that particular shape for the handle. 
A snap of his fingers had the scattered papers piled neatly beside it. Then you gingerly set down the second bag of glassware, cringing as you considered how your eager disobedience would reflect back in Cassian’s treatment.
“Good.” he crooned. “Now go bathe and wait for me in bed.”
Cass abided by your whims for the most part, always eager to take care of you but never pressuring you to submit. He could always tell when you needed to give away control. When you needed to be told what and when to eat, how to dress, when to speak, and when to be silent. When to “get on your fucking knees” and when to “lay down darling, that’s it, now hush my love and let me work.” And he would give it to you every time without tire, for the rest of his days. 
As you passed him to make towards your suite, he sidestepped into your path and halted you with a hand to your shoulder, the palm of his other hand cupping your face. He looked down at you with gentle eyes. You leaned into his touch instinctively, eager to shove away the pressures of your autonomy, even if just for the next few hours.
“I counted five things that you placed over your own needs today. Your patients, your students, your research, your training, your healing. Then you had to go and double it by bratting off and making a mess of your things.” He glanced around, unimpressed at your display of resistance. 
“It’ll take me time to fix and polish the glassware and reorganize your papers. So you’ll wait. You’ll be doing a lot of that tonight. It only makes sense, I think, that you take ten hard edges before we think about next steps.” His voice was hard, determined, even as his hands were so so soft.
Your eyes widened, head shaking even as his words had your blood thrumming with desire. 
“Yes, sweetheart. Yes, you will. Maybe this time you’ll finally learn your lesson about what happens when we deny ourselves what we need.”
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ghostofskywalker · 1 year
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ALSO absolutely feral for shirtless cassian so I am begging on my knees for shirtless cassian fluff that ur beautiful mind conjures
you always have the best prompts and ilysm!! here is a little shirtless cassian for you 👀
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cassian andor masterlist
He knew that you couldn’t stop staring at him whenever he walked around without a shirt on, and he absolutely used that to his advantage. 
Sometimes the situations were normal enough, like when he would exit the fresher having just taken a shower, and you had to fight to keep your eyes on his face rather than his pecs, or maker forbid, the towel hanging low on his waist. And it was getting really inconvenient, because once he figured out that he had this specific power over you, he started to use it any chance he got. 
You had to leave for an early morning meeting? He would pull the covers down just enough for you to remember that he never slept wearing a shirt, and the look on his face was a specific kind of torture, because you wanted to stay there (and fool around a little) with him more than anything else in the galaxy. 
The two of you were in the middle of a stupid argument? Suddenly he would rip his shirt off and leave you staring, having completely forgotten what you were mad once  you laid eyes on his chest, and he knew it. 
You were in the middle of a meeting? There would be a ding on your datapad, and suddenly a holo of your shirtless boyfriend would be up on your screen. Suddenly, you didn’t really care was the Commanders and General were saying, you just really wanted to leave. 
This time, you were in the middle of arguing about a mission he would be leaving on soon. You wanted to accompany him, but he didn’t want to put you in that kind of danger, but you had a secret weapon. 
“So you think I can’t handle a few stormtroopers?” 
“No, it’s not that,” he said. 
“Really? Than what is it?” 
You could see the look in his eyes as he opened his mouth to respond, and you saw the way his fingers started to grip the hem of his shirt. But before he could redirect the conversation, you closed the gap between you two, leaning in to kiss him passionately. Your lips moved insistently against his as you tried a little distraction of your own. 
And right as he tried to deepen the kiss, you pulled away. 
Cassian looked absolutely kiss-drunk and gutted from your betrayal as he realized what had just happened, and you didn’t think there would ever be a way to wipe the smile off your face. “Come back here,” he said lowly. 
“Not until we finish our argument.” 
“I don’t care about that anymore, I just want to kiss you.”  At those words you caved, happy that you had finally discovered his weakness just as he had discovered yours. And luckily for him, you really liked kissing him, almost as much as he liked walking around shirtless to distract you.
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finelinevogue · 1 year
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ACOTAR masterlist ‘23
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get lost in a world where the acotar characters are the main characters in your life.
azriel
family of crazy bedheads
tough love training
attention, please
a winter solstice like no other
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dilf-din · 8 months
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32 rebelcaptains
Go wild, bestie
Love of my actual life, I’m kissing u 🫶🏼😚
FIVE SENTENCE FICS
32. “do you ever regret it?”
Waves lulled against the shore with a lazy rhythm as the wind ran through Jyn’s hair, brushing it away from her face and exposing her ivory neck to the light of the pale winter moon like a lover’s gentle hands. Cassian breathed deeply beside her, sprawled out on the sand like a sleep drunk loth-cat, his chest rising and falling in time with the tide, the metronome that Jyn trusted enough to sync her own heartbeat to.
It had been a while since either of them had spoken. Jyn traced a line in the sand with her finger, not bothering to meet Cassian’s eyes when she asked, “Do you ever regret it?”
Cassian was still, steady as the ground she walked on, voice unwavering when he responded, “I don’t regret anything that led me to you.”
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ignite-stars · 2 years
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burning star, acotar
summary, the daughter of night and her two stubborn uncles in one snowball fight. what could go wrong?
word count, 700
author’s note, this is not a reader insert. my oc is feysand’s daughter, velaris archeron. all platonic pairings.
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Rhysand wished he could capture the sight before him. Perhaps he’d memorize the sight, and have his High Lady paint it on a canvas— hang it broad in the House of Wind. Let the memory live on forever and ever. Hold it so tightly, so dearly, and never ever let go.
Burning starlight had dusted Velaris’s cheekbones— along with the bridge of her nose— flecking her tanned face shades of cosmic silver and gold, and defining the striking violet of her eyes.
But she hadn’t seemed to notice, holding her aching stomach as she bolted across the landing next to the Sidra. She was laughing, a melody to the dancing stars raining from the horizon.
A sudden hue of red peeked from the tree line not too far from the riverside; a figure frantically emerging from the woods with a triumphant chuckle. Cassian, melting snow dripping from his hair, a wild look in his eyes, and a abnormally large snowball in his hand.
Velaris quickened her speed, heading for what she thought was safety: crouched behind her Aunt Nesta, who was enjoying the night of quiet Starfall with the other Valkyries, glass of sparkling wine in hand.
“Hey! That’s not fair!” Cassian roared, pointing an accusing finger, “you’re too old for time-outs!” Velaris struggled to contain her fit of bemusement at the warrior’s tantrum, while Nesta quirked a brow at her mate.
It was Gwyn who replied, sipping steadily on her wine, “technically, she’s only taking cover— using your weaknesses against you,” the redhead snapped her fingers, “a signature move of yours, if I remember correctly, General Cassian.”
Velaris threw him a cheeky grin over Nesta’s shoulder, to which Cassian stuck his tongue out. Childish he may be, but no way was he letting her beat him for the second year in a row.
The year before, she used him as a human shield against Azriel. Two snowballs pelted right at him, bruising his abdominals, his ego, and his heart.
Speaking of the Shadowsinger, Velaris had been conversing mind-to-mind with him for the past half hour. The devious look on her face should’ve told Cassian everything he needed to know— but the blinding faith he put in both his niece and his best friend, distracted him.
But Rhysand, knowing his daughter as well as his own heart, could see the devious furrow in her eyebrows, one that mirrored his own, all too well. While Nyx had gained more attributes of his mother— blue eyes, sharp nose, and loving demeanor— Velaris was Rhys’s carbon copy. Even down to his roguish smile and horrible sense of humor.
He reached out for his daughter’s mind, claws gently caressing her mental shields. Should I be concerned for Cassian’s well-being, darling?
A moment of silence before she shrugged. Maybe a little. The words sounded distant— almost underwater. Rhysand could tell she was trying her hardest to ward him out of her thoughts; to keep him from her plans with Azriel.
Sounds delightful. He purred out. Instead of warning his brother, he opted to lean against the trunk of a bare tree. Whatever his spymaster and daughter had coming, he hoped it was entertaining. Just remember that you’re up against your personal trainer, I wouldn’t maim his pride too much.
Velaris seemed to wince at the thought. I heard Starfall brings horrible fevers. Guess I’ll have to sit training out tomorrow.
Rhys smiled a feline smile. It’s a shame Illyrians know how to hold grudges, otherwise I might find your lies excusable.
I’ll deal with the repercussions when the time comes, dad. Velaris ducked lower behind Nesta. It’s far too late to change my mind now.
Before he could ask what she meant, Cassian let out an oomph! His head jerked forward, causing him to stumble a few steps. The perfectly rounded snowball in his hand fell flat on the ground, right in front of his feet. Utter confusion took over his features before he spun on his heel. “Fucking traitor!” He whined.
Azriel stood a couple feet away, having gone unnoticed while he stealthily approached. Though he remained silent, a shit-eating grin spread across his plump lips.
Velaris finally stood from behind Nesta, pride pillowing in her flared, leathery wings. She gave Azriel a thumbs-up that warmed his cold heart, “Illyrian baby.”
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ohcaptains · 2 years
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leah hit 10k ! she’s hosting a blurb night !
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so this happened the other day. not to get all mushy and everything but ! wow ! this is actual insanity!! i hosted a blurb night when i hit 2k, so i thought i’d host another one! an extravagant one, if you will, to thank you all for following my dumb ass, reading my stuff etc etc<3 i love u all. 
blurb night will take place tuesday 25th october, at 6pm bst. but you’re more than welcome to send in ideas before then. please reblog to spread the word<3 rules and who i’ll write for are under the cut.
rules.  pls keep requests short and sweet<3 they can even be a small idea that you want me to briefly expand on. they can be smut, fluff or angst, but i will not be able to fill them all, so please don’t be disappointed if i don’t fill yours<3 if there is someone u want me to write for that isn’t on this list, please send me an ask and i’ll have a think. okay bye love u
star wars 
din djarin cassian andor 
marvel 
marc spector/steven grant kate bishop bucky barnes billy russo  frank castle  peter parker (tasm! + current)
dc
bruce wayne (battinson) rick flag
stranger things 
eddie munson  steve harrington  robin buckley
a league of their own 
jess mccready  lupe garcia 
top gun 
bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw  jake ‘hangman’ seresin  robert ‘bob’ floyd  natasha ‘phoenix’ trace
misc 
carmen berzatto lip gallagher javier pena 
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jeannineee · 10 months
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Cassian taking care of reader when she is in subspace
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Cassian x Reader
a/n: I really enjoyed writing this, thank you for the suggestion anon! My requests are still open btw!!
warnings: suggestiveness, I guess? Aftercare; lots of fluff
“Are you okay?” Cassian questioned as he cleaned you with a cloth, his eyes full of love and concern.
His shoulders visibly relaxed as you replied with a soft ‘yes.’ He knew that tonight, he was a bit more rough with you than what he normally was.
Cassian planted a kiss on your forehead, before rising from the bed.
“W-Where are you going?” you asked quietly, your legs too shaky for you to get up and follow him.
“I’m gonna get you something to drink, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”
Cassian returned a minute later, a glass of water in hand. He brought the glass to your lips, and you gladly gulped it down.
“You did so well for me,” he said as he set the glass aside, climbing back into bed.
Cassian gently pulled you back flush against his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist, and throwing his wing over you like a protective blanket. “I love you so much,” he whispered into your hair, kissing the top of your head.
You were already on the brink of sleep, but managed to mumble an ‘I love you’ in response.
“Just relax,” Cassian murmured, running his hand along your side soothingly. “I’ve got you.”
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things cassian says during sex…
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“take it all, i know you can.”
“that’s it, baby. go dumb for me.”
“my cock just makes you feel so fucking good, huh baby?”
“you’re so wet for me.”
“i know you love it when i do that.”
“if you keep playing with my hair like that, we’re not going to leave this bedroom at all.”
“you get so wet just by watching me train?”
“gods, you just love my wings, don’t you?”
“i could eat this pussy forever.”
“you taste so fucking splendid.”
“all for me, huh baby?”
“you’re pussy was fucking made for me.”
“yeah? you love my cock.”
“is this okay, sweetheart?”
“baby, you just look so beautiful right now.”
“fuck, you’re so prefect.“
“yeah, you love it when i toss you around, don’t you?”
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theofreakingbell · 2 years
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I had a dream I was watching rogue one and someone had dubbed over the part where cassian shows up suddenly after they think he's dead and shoots krennic with IT'S CASSIAN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR
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maisonaime · 3 months
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Soft Dom Cassian x Overworked Healer Reader fic incoming 💌💌💌
Literally was just going to write a fluffy little fic about Cass comforting reader after getting home from a long day at work (yes I’m projecting thanks for noticing) and it’s spiraling into fully developed backstory with mating bond dynamics and smut.
Oh well your honor I had to slay! 😔
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imxnotxhere · 5 months
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Acotar Men Fic Recs
** Updated 09/02/2024 **
I already made a list for azriel which was actually meant as a list for all the characters I read for but I read a lot more of azriel fics because he's my baby and the list was getting too long. So here are the rest of the characters and I also added some more azzy drabbles sorry
Azriel (drabbles)
@gothicbabydollz
az spitting in your mouth - smut
@princess-tulip-writes
az pleasuring his mate with truthteller - smut, big fan of truthteller
@fieldofdaisiies
azriel... - fluff, smut
azriel's hands - fluff, smut
Rhysand
@azsazz
dioxazine part 2 - fluff, smut, modern au, art school au
the lord's work - smut
if you should die before you wake - smut, rhys x cass x azriel x reader
just hold on - smut
a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series
double duty - smut, rhys x reader x cass
what's mine - smut, rhys x eris x reader
@tadpolesonalgae
mine - smut, check warnings!
knocked up - smut
vampire!rhysand drabble - smut
professor!rhys headcanons part 2 - smut
soothing - fluff, aftercare
@leafsandstarlight
easy like sunday morning - fluff, smut
@azrielbrainrot
my body keeps saying it's yours - smut
@writingsbychlo
home to us - fluff
rhys as a pleasure dom - smut - technically a drabble? blurb?
@azrielscrown
mirror mirror - smut
daylight - fluff
@acourtofwhatthefuck
shrinking violet - smut
@shadowdaddies
if i catch you i fuck you - smut
Cassian
@azsazz
mirror mirror - smut
take it - smut
a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series
@tadpolesonalgae
on the strategy board - smut
pools of sunlight - fluff
@leafsandstarlight
halley's comet - angst, smut
@princess-tulip-writes
drabble - smut - az x cass x reader
Eris
@acourtofmenandthirst
runaway - angst, smut
fox hunting - smut
closed until further notice - fluff, smut, coffee shop au
smut blurb
smut blurb II
@leafsandstarlight
destiny's battleground - angst, smut
my lovely throne - smut
despite our differences - angst, smut, series
the prince of blood part 2 part 3 - vampire!eris
@tadpolesonalgae
servitude - smut
thumb prints - smut
@serpentandlily
sly fox, dumb bunny - series
@azsazz
the burning of the autumn leaves and the roaring of my yearning heart - angst, smut
soul on fire - smut
a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series
@azrielbrainrot
fire on fire - angst?
@gothicbabydollz
riding eris' face - smut, drabble
riding eris' thigh - smut, drabble
@honeybeefae
cauldron fated - angst, smut
@princess-tulip-writes
making out with eris while giving him a handjob - smut, drabble
praise kink eris - smut, drabble
Lucien
@tadpolesonalgae
solecist night - smut
@acourtofwhatthefuck
yell at me again - smut
personal problem - smut
the moon on a string - fluff
@princess-tulip-writes
drabble - smut
drabble - smut, az x lucien x reader (kind of)
@gothicbabydollz
dom lucien - smut, human!reader
Helion
@leafsandstarlight
a high lord's scholar - fluff
@tadpolesonalgae
new mechanisms - smut
sweet like peaches - smut
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