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illyrianet · 3 years

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Since A Court of Silver Flames has been released for five months now. Ilyrianet has come together and decided to dedicated an entire month to our favorite Valkyrie queen and her Illyrian general. We need your help to do so.

Below is a link for you to submit prompts. You minimum requirement is one prompt and the max is five. If you have more feel free to submit another prompt. You can submit any trope/genre you'd like. If it has a Trigger Warning or is NSFW please state that when submitting

Prompt submission is here.

The form will close next Wednesday June 16. Will have the chosen prompts out no later then June 18.

Unfortunately, we cannot promise every prompt will be used. You never know when another Nessian event will come about.

▪︎What is it?

Nessian month is a month where we will celebrate Nesta and Cassian daily. You may submit headcanons, fics, art, edits. 31 prompts will be listed for you to choose from. There will be no set schedule on the prompts.

▪︎What do you mean by set schedule?

We mean you will be welcome to pick and choose whatever prompts you want for whatever days you'd like. There won't be July 1st- necklace.

Key details:

▪︎When posting please @ us and use the hashtag Nessianmonth [this is what we will follow.]

▪︎Prompt submissions: June 8-June 16th 2021

▪︎Nessian month: July 1st -31st 2021

If you have any questions please reach out to any of the cadre, @vanserrasvalkyrie @oversizedbats @booksandlewks @starbornvalkyrie We can't wait!

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #nessianmonth #illyrianet events #nessian appreciation #illyrian #Velaris #acotar #acomaf #acofas #acosf #Illyrianet

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emilialeblancspencer · 3 years

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2021 reads- a court of thorns and roses by sarah j. maas

"Our benevolent masters would never harm us. Prythian is a land of peace and plenty. Should they bless you with their attention, you would be glad to live amongst them."

inspired by the colours of the rainbow

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abruisedmuse · 3 years

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↳ There was an angel in her apartment. Which meant it must be any gods-damned day of the week. Which meant she had joy in her heart, and her eyes set on the wide-open road ahead.

@illyrianet Crescent City Week, Day 6: Favorite location, Bryce’s Apartment.

#ccweek #quinlar #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #bryce x hunt #cc #hoeab #cresent city #house of earth and blood #ccweek day 6 #favorite location #Illyrianet #illyrianet events #userbecs #usernite

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open-at-the-close · 3 years

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Crescent City week: day one

Favorite character: Ruhn Danaan

Ruhn is the ultimate brother goals. He always puts Bryce first, is always looking out for her even when she doesn't want him to. He's vulnerable and apologizes when he's wrong. It is so rare to see strong family bonds in these fantasy series' and even more rare to see a male who isn't constantly throwing out alpha male vibes. Ruhn is soft and he loves his sister and doesn't care who knows it and I love him for it.

@illyrianet

#ruhn danaan #crescent city #crescent city week #illyrianet #ccweek

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nighteyed · 3 years

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Crescent City Week; Day Three: Favorite Relationship

Sibling Relationship ☆ Ruhn and Bryce

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I have to pick a non romantic relationship. This is not because I don't enjoy Bryce&Hunt or would still die on the Bryce&Connor hill (cause I will, I'll fucking die on it and idgaf who tries to fight/argue with me). I enjoy those pairings, they are fine, perfect even.

However, SJM has yet to write a better (imo) sibling relationship in what she has portrayed with Bryce and Ruhn. Their dynamic is goals, his protectiveness and acceptance that his little sister outshines him makes me soft af. His acceptance of Bryce when their father refuses too, makes me soft af. Everything about how Ruhn treats Bryce makes me so damn happy. The fact that no matter how much Bryce pushed him away, he was still there, still wanted to be a part of her life. How he fucking tried (which is more than can be said for the Archeron sisters imo, so far, albeit I'm only 58% through acosf (and struggling)).

While reading I felt so compelled to live vicariously through Bryce as I personally only have older sisters. Their relationship moved me and kept me reading when I just felt too emotionally torn to continue. This sibling relationship is just peak goals imo and something that I hope we will continue to see in future books.

#crescent city week #cc week day 3 #bryce quinlan #i wish i had a brother like ruhn danaan 😭#ruhn danaan #ruhn is big brother goals #their sibling bond makes me weak #toastbb thoughts #illyrianet

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acciomanorian · 3 years

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CC Week, Day 1 - Favorite Character

——> Lehabah

@illyrianet

#illyrianet #tusermonique #c: lehabah #t: edit #f: crescent city #a: sarah j maas

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starbornvalkyrie · 3 years

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@illyrianet crescent city week day 4: favorite quote

Hunt hissed to Bryce through his gritted teeth, thunder cracking above him, “I heard what you said.”

Pump, pump, pump went his powerful arms.

“What you waited to admit until I was almost dead, you fucking coward.”

His lightning surged into her, sending her body arcing off the ground as he tried to jump-start her heart. He snarled in her ear, “Now come say it to my face.”

#quinlar #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #cc #hoeab #crescent city #house of earth and blood #ccweek #ccweek day 4 #illyrianet events #*my edit #usermegs

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arielle-reads · 3 years

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@illyrianet Crescent City Week, Day 3: Favorite Relationship, Bryce Quinlan x Hunt Athalar

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He’d never said it like that before—that word. It had always been mocking, teasing. She’d always found it just this side of annoying. Not this time. Not when he held her hand and her gaze and everything she was. Riding out the pain with her. “Breathe,” he ordered her. “You can do it. We can get through this.” Get through it—together. Get through this mess of a life together. Through this mess of a world. Bryce sobbed, not entirely from pain this time. And Hunt, as if he sensed it, too, leaned forward again. Brushed his mouth against hers. Just a hint of a kiss—a feather-soft glancing of his lips over hers. A star bloomed inside her at that kiss. A long-slumbering light began to fill her chest, her veins.

Do I really even need to explain myself here? While the buildup of their relationship is of the delicious hate-to friend-to love nature, this was the exact scene that turned me into a hard core never-looking-back Quinlar shipper. It's such a beautiful scene, you guys.

#quinlar #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #crescent city #house of earth and blood #ccweek #hoeab #cc #illyrianet events

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live-the-fangirl-life · 3 years

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Have I Been Bad, Officer?

Nesta Archeron x Cassian - Handcuffs Oneshot

Nesta surprises Cassian for a little Anniversary fun. Turns out, real handcuffs work better than sex-shop knock-offs.

Written for Nessian Month @illyrianet

Prompt: Handcuffs

Masterlist | Read on Ao3

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Police/Handcuffs

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Cassian watched as another car approached his police cruiser, spotted it, and abruptly slowed down to pass him. Even pulled off on the shoulder of the road, the logo of Velaris PD stood out on the side of the car.

He rolled his eyes. Normally he would have cared more, but that was the only car he’d seen in the last ten minutes and he was already in a bad mood; he decided it was best for everyone if he didn’t take his frustration out on whatever poor driver had the bad luck of getting his attention.

He shouldn’t be sitting in his patrol car waiting to pull people over for speeding. He should be at home with his beautiful, devious wife, celebrating their anniversary.

Cassian had made a point to ask for the day off. The next two days off, actually. He wasn’t going to rush any of their anniversary plans. But then an officer called in sick, and another had a family emergency, and suddenly Cassian was being dragged into work because a personal day took less preference, unfortunately.

Nesta understood. At first, she’d threatened to go down to the precinct and tell his chief exactly what she thought about the decision, but Cassian convinced her that if she did that then he’d be fired and would consequently have every day off. It sounded good until he reminded both of them that being fired means he wouldn’t be making money, and it turns out you need money to live.

And although Nesta understood, she certainly wasn’t making it easy on him. Every fifteen minutes his phone chimed with a new message from her.

At first, it was just an ‘I love you’, and ‘Happy Anniversary’, but that soon turned into her explaining all things she was going to do to him when he got home.

And all the things she wanted him to do to her.

Then the pictures started.

Each new picture showed Nesta in a different outfit. A few were of her in different lingerie sets, a couple of them, Cassian noted excitedly, were ones he hadn’t seen before.

Another picture was of her in just his shirt, kneeling on the ground, back arched with her nipples pressing through the fabric.

The latest one was of Nesta in nothing but his uniform’s hat, and bright red lipstick.

Groaning loudly, Cassian rubbed his hands over his face. He willed his cock to calm down and counted down the seconds until he could get home and follow through with some of the requests she made.

The next twenty minutes passed without any more cars driving by and without any more of Nesta’s texts. Good, he thought, she was done torturing him when he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Cassian noticed a set of headlights approaching in the distance. Still mostly hidden from view, he watched as the car sped past him. Speeding. He rolled his eyes and watched for more cars.

He didn’t have to wait long. A minute later a car sped by him going the other direction. Cassian sat up at full attention; it was the same car, but this time it was driving even faster.

He watched as the car took the next exit, turned around, and drove back towards him.

Confused, Cassian waited until it was almost to him and then he turned on his lights and sirens and pulled out into the road behind the strange car.

Almost immediately, the driver slowed and pulled off onto the road’s shoulder.

In the shine of his headlights, Cassian could easily read the license plate of the familiar-looking car he stopped. He recognized it as easily as he knew his own.

It was Nesta’s car.

And she had driven by more than once to get his attention. Chuckling to himself, Cassian slowly got out of his cruiser and strutted over to her driver’s side window.

He shined his flashlight in her face, careful not to blind her with the harsh light, and smirked broadly as he leaned his elbows against the open window. Her hair was loose in waves down her back—his favorite look on her—, she wore a long coat with a belt tied around her waist and the top two buttons open allowing him a peek of her cleavage when she leaned closer. She also had on bright red lipstick that Cassian couldn’t wait to attempt to ruin; Nesta had long since started buying smudge-proof lipstick, but Cassian always like to test the limits of her makeup.

He didn’t say anything at first, instead, waiting for her to explain what she was doing. But she just blinked up at him innocently and smiled with her blood-red lips.

She was up to something, but Cassian thought he was going to enjoy whatever she had planned, so he played along.

“Are you aware that you were speeding, miss?” Cassian asked in his best authoritative voice. He had perfected a lot of voices when it came to Nesta. The soft voice he used when she was reading and he didn’t want to disturb her; the charming, cocky voice he used when flirting with her; the rough, low voice he used whenever he wanted to make her particularly wet; but this one, his ‘cop-voice’ was one she loved to hear when he was in control.

Her smile slowly morphed into a smirk.

“I absolutely was speeding,” she paused and leaned forward, the neck of her jacket opened further and Cassian could see the swells of her breasts as she said in a low voice, “Officer.”

He suppressed a groan. She knew what that did to him. And if the satisfied look in her eyes was any indication, his own had turned dark and hungry at her tone.

If this is how she wanted to play, he would gladly oblige her.

“You were driving real fast. Very dangerous.” Cassian’s eyes remained locked with hers. “I’m not sure if I can let you go with just a warning. You seemed pretty determined to catch my attention.” Cassian’s smirk grew.

“Are you going to write me up? Give me a ticket?” Her gaze dropped to where his notepad was stuffed into his belt and slowly raked her eyes back up to his. “Have I been bad, Officer?”

Fuck. He chuckled wickedly and made a show of looking around the dark, empty road. He hadn’t seen another car pass by for a while and he doubted there would be anyone for a while.

“Nes, sweetheart.” This time, when he leaned down his gaze lingered on her open collar. “I’m not going to give you a ticket.”

Nesta’s smile turned feline, and Cassian felt like he’d walked right into her snare.

“Then I guess,” her voice dropped low and she looked up at him through her eyelashes, “you’ll have to punish me some other way, Officer.”

This time, Cassian didn’t muffle his groan of approval. He pushed himself off the car door and shot her a broad grin before schooling his features into a stern, disapproving mask.

“I’m gonna need you to step out of the car.”

Still smirking, Nesta slowly opened the door. As she brought one leg out and then the other, setting them on the pavement, Cassian noticed that her coat exposed her bare thigh and he wondered what exactly she was wearing underneath. Or not wearing if he knew Nesta—and he prided himself in knowing Nesta.

She stood up and shut the door.

Cassian took a moment to look her up and down. He took in her long tousled hair, red lips, trench coat—he realized now—and the pair of black patent leather stilettos. He didn’t hide his desire; he knew his face must look ravenous, and he could feel where his pants were stretched tightly, showing her the shape of his hard cock.

A slow smirk spread across his face.

He motioned for her to walk around to the other side of her car. The side farther away from the road and the scarce light.

“Turn around.” He ordered.

She turned, pressing her front into the car’s frame, waiting until the last second to tear her eyes from his. He stepped closer to her until he was almost pressed against her and pulled her hair away from her ear to say, “I need to pat you down. Gotta make sure you don’t have anything dangerous on you.”

She shivered as his breath hit the arch of her ear.

His hands rested on her shoulders before slowly trailing down her arms.

“No knives,” His hands came back up and then tracked down her back, running a finger along the curve of her spine.

“No guns.” His fingers gripped her waist and in a quick motion, pulled her hips flush against his so she could feel exactly how turned on he was by her little game. He felt her ass rub up against his erection and held in a groan.

“No pepper spray.” He used one foot to kick her legs apart. One hand pressed on her upper back, making her lean further into the car. With her ass pushed out and feet spread apart, he gave her round backside a quick slap that caused her to gasp in surprise and gripped her hips to hold her in place.

“Don’t move,” Cassian commanded gruffly and he thought he heard a soft moan escape Nesta’s lips.

He pressed his body into hers, keeping her in place while he moved one hand to her hip as the other snaked its way around to grip her throat. Not too constricting, but just enough that she knew who was in charge

“What was that you said about punishing you?” Cassian’s hand on her hip moved down across her ass and then lower, taunting her with his touch. When she didn’t answer, just let out another low moan, he tightened his grip on her throat and cupped her through her panties.

Or, he would have if she’d been wearing any.

He moaned at the feeling of her warm, slick cunt against his fingers. Nesta’s words were cut off by a strangled gasp.

“Punish me.” She urged and tried to force her hips backward as he slowly moved his fingers along her slit, coating them in her wetness, before moving them up to circle her clit.

He hummed, considering. “You want me to punish you? I know you do, you’re so wet for me already,” he spoke into her ear, reveling in the sounds he was pulling from her.

“More, please,” Nesta gasped as his finger ghosted over her opening. “I’ve been bad, Officer.”

“You have.” He agreed and shoved two fingers into her soaking pussy.

She moaned loudly and splayed her hands across the top of the car trying to get a grip as he thrust into her relentlessly. His hand around her throat moved to reach into her coat and grasp one of her breasts.

Gods, she wasn’t wearing anything under her jacket.

He pulled his fingers all the way out, loving the whimper she made at the loss of sensation, only to add a third and resume his thrusts.

She moaned even louder as the hand at her breast rolled her nipple between his fingers and tweaked it harshly.

“Cass, please.” She begged. He loved it when she begged.

He grunted and pulled his fingers from her. Before she could protest, he spun her around so that her back was leaning against the car and she was staring at him with hooded eyes, breasts heaving as she breathed heavily.

He held her gaze as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked every last drop of her arousal from them.

“Was that my punishment?” Nesta panted, frustrated that he didn’t make her finish.

Cassian stepped up to her and raised a brow.

“If you think that was your punishment, then you’ve got another thing coming, sweetheart.” He winked and leaned down as if to kiss her, but ducked his head at the last second to attach his mouth to her neck, sucking small bruises along her collar bone and throat.

Nesta reached down and untied the belt holding her jacket together. With a few quick movements, she had it open, off her body, and flung to the ground several feet away from them. Now she was leaning against the car wearing nothing but her heels.

“Then finish the job, Officer.”

With a growl, he gripped her face and kissed her fiercely. It wasn’t tender or loving—those kisses were for later. This was hungry, ravenous, filled with uncontrolled desire.

It was teeth and tongues clashing, claiming the other as best they could.

He broke away and smirked again.

“With pleasure.”

Then he dropped to his knees and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. From his position, he noticed the underside of her stilettos was a bright red that matched her lips. He ran his hands up either side of her legs and watched Nesta shudder with anticipation before dipping his head between her thighs.

The sound of her moan and her head falling back to land on the car were almost as delicious as the taste of her on his tongue.

Cassian was relentless. He savored her taste and her moans as he devoured her. He knew exactly what she liked and she was already so close to the edge from the way his fingers had fucked her moments before.

Her moans grew louder and she fisted one hand in his hair, keeping him close. If he could, he would laugh; if she thought he would willingly abandon her soaking pussy right now she was insane. He would finish what he started, and then he’d make her beg for more

His tongue moved from where it was spearing into her to circle and suck her clit. He used two of his fingers to replace where his tongue had been inside her and curled them just right.

“Cassian!” Nesta’s head flew back and she shuddered as release barreled through her. The hands in his hair became almost unbearable tight, but he continued to eat her out slowly as she came down from her high.

When he was sure she’d ridden out the last wave, he stood up and held her gaze as he licked his lips. Her smoldering, lustful gaze heated further and she grabbed the back of his neck to pull him against her. Nesta tasted herself on Cassian’s lips and moaned.

She kissed down his jawline. She was so turned on knowing she was completely naked and he was still fully dressed.

Cassian grabbed her and reached for something on his belt, but she was too distracted to notice what it was. His hands ran down her arms and the next thing she knew, her own hands were behind her back and cold metal encircled them.

She broke the kiss to see his satisfied face. Raising an eyebrow she tested the stretch of the handcuffs he’d put on her.

“These are strong.” She commented on them, smirking, trying to pull her wrists apart.

Cassian flipped them around so he was now against the car. “They’re the real deal, baby.” Then he chuckled and unbuckled his belt.

Nesta watched hungrily as his fingers unbuttoned his pants and Cassian’s hard cock sprung free, desperate for attention.

He stroked himself a few times, loving the way her eyes were glued to his moving hand. “Now be a good girl and get on your knees.”

Nesta kicked off her heels and lowered herself to the ground, all the while looking at Cassian from beneath her eyelashes.

“Now what, Officer?” She goaded him innocently.

“Now show me what that smart mouth of yours can do.” He ran a hand through her hair before fisting it and bringing her face closer to his rock-hard cock. “And maybe it’ll make up for the way you behaved.”

She gave him one last smirk before leaning forwards and taking the tip of him into her mouth. He moaned at the feeling of her hot, wet mouth wrapped around him.

She sucked lightly, swirling her tongue over the slit. Cassian hissed a sharp breath and tightened his grip in her hair. She looked up at him as she started bobbing her head up and down.

“That’s it,” He groaned again as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked deeply. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Then she pushed forward until her nose hit his pelvis and Cassian let out a loud groan.

She pulled away once to take a breath and then he was pushing her back down, using his grip in her hair to move her head up and down. She gagged as the tip of him hit the back of her throat but Cassian kept her head moving.

“Fuck.” He choked out, “ You’re perfect. Your tight little throat takes me so well. Can’t wait to fuck your dripping pussy.” He met her watering eyes and felt the moan she released at his words vibrate around his cock. “Look at you, on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, ugh, Nes—”

The vibrations of her moans combined and the feeling of his tip brushing the back of her throat sent him over the edge. He went rigged and loosened his grip on her hair as he released down her throat. She took all of him, swallowing every last drop. Nesta leaned back on her heels and slowly released him with an audible pop.

He helped her get to her feet so she wouldn’t lose her balance since her hands were still locked behind her back, and swiped his thumb over her red, swollen lip.

He dragged her towards him for a bruising kiss.

“Gods, I love you.” He groaned against her mouth.

She pulled away to smile, “I love you too. Now take off your shirt.”

Cassian threw his head back and laughed but obeyed.

Once his own clothes were on the ground with hers, he opened the door to the back seat of her car and nudged her towards it.

She raised a brow at him and gestured with her still-bound hands. “Are these staying on?”

He stepped into her space and kissed her neck, sucking on the spot between her shoulder and neck that had her whimpering. “Do you want them to stay on?”

Nesta had a hard time responding once he moved to the seat behind her ear. “Yes,” She gasped, her head falling back. “Yes.”

She felt him smirk against her skin.

“Then they stay on,” Cassian commanded roughly.

She sent him another sultry smile. “Whatever you say, Officer.”

Cassian pulled Nesta as close he could get her with her hands cuffed behind her back; her back against his hard chest. One of his large hands wrapped around her throat and the other started rubbing soft circles over her clit. Nesta’s head fell back against his shoulder.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” His voice was rough. “You’ve been driving me crazy with your texts and those fucking pictures. When we get home I want you to show me all those new sets of lingerie.” He nipped at her ear, his fingers moving a little faster. “But maybe you should start with your least favorite because I think I’ll just rip it off you.”

She groaned as he eased one finger inside her. “Oh yeah, you’re ready.”

He removed his finger and bent her over. Her face was pushed into the leather cushion with her knees spread resting on the seat, ass in the air.

Cassian ran a possessive hand over her spine and slapped her ass forcing her to moan into the seat. He stepped up behind her so she could feel his hard length press between her ass cheeks.

“Happy anniversary, Sweetheart.”

And then he pushed into her dripping cunt with one quick thrust. They both moaned loudly as they got used to the feeling. When Nesta moved her hips back trying to gain some friction, he gripped her hips and kept her still.

“Oh, gods, Cassian,” Her moans were muffled by the leather seat.

Chuckling, he started to move. Each thrust brought pleasure surging through him. By the sounds Nesta was making, he knew she was feeling the same.

“Faster.” She demanded. “Harder.”

He grunted and grabbed her hips with both hands, trying his best not to shove her face into the seat but still doing what she asked.

He planted his feet better and then fucked into her with everything he had.

There was a cacophony of sounds; Cassian’s grunts, Nesta’s incomprehensible moans, the wet, vulgar sound of skin on skin, and the rhythmic creaking of the car shaking.

He shifted Nesta’s hip and hit a spot that sent her squealing,

“Yes! Cass, right there!” She screamed and he made sure to hit that spot with every thrust.

Soon enough, he felt her walls clenching around him and he gritted his teeth as she screamed his name as she orgasmed.

Cassian made sure to keep up his pace throughout the entire thing.

When he felt her stop pulsing with the aftershocks, he used an arm to wrap around her middle, pulling her up against him as best he could with her hands still bound. Still inside her, he moved a hand up to fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples, switching between her breasts at random.

His hips sped up, every thrust coaxing a new moan out of Nesta. He wanted to memorize all the sounds she made.

“Please, Cassian.” She gasped, already feeling another orgasm start to build in the pit of her stomach.

Cassian turned her head towards him and planted a surprisingly tender kiss to lips. He felt her smiling and he couldn’t help but smile against her lips, too.

Then the hand at her breasts moved to grip her throat, squeezing tightly until she choked and he lessened his grip a fraction. His other hand, the one wrapped around her waist moved down to rub furiously at her clit. Cassian kept his thrusts hard and fast. Just how she liked it.

Nesta let out a high-pitched squeal at all the sensations. Her mind was fuzzy from the pleasure—every single nerve ending was on fire from Cassian’s touches.

“Come for me, Sweetheart.” He murmured in her ear. That was all she needed, and she exploded. She screamed loudly, head thrown back onto his shoulder giving him perfect access to kiss and suck her neck, and her whole body shook from the reverberations of her release.

The feeling of her pussy clenching like a vice around his cock sent Cassian plowing into his own orgasm and he spilled inside her. She continued to shake as the aftershocks coursed through her body.

Cassian held her against him until they both recovered, hands running soothingly over her body. Then he slowly pulled out of her and she loosed a soft whine.

He chuckled but dug around his discarded pant’s pocket for the key to his handcuffs. He quickly unlocked them and winced at the bright red marks on Nesta’s wrists. She sighed in relief as the metal was removed and gently rubbed her sore wrists.

Instantly, all remaining lust faded away and Cassian was filled with guilt as he gently took Nesta’s wrists in his hands and kissed the tender flesh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”

Nesta cut him off, “Cassian, it’s okay.” She lifted his chin to meet her hazy, post-orgasm eyes, “I liked it, don’t worry.”

He just stared at her wrists, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the back seat of the car with her. She gently pushed him against the back and laid down next to him, grabbing the spare blanket tucked under the driver’s seat and tossed it over them.

Nesta ran reassuring hands over Cassian’s guilt-ridden face, as he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her close to him. “Really, Cass. If you ever want to bring those home with you, feel free.”

At his raised brows she added, “The ones we already have don’t feel as authentic.”

He searched her face for any discomfort and finding none, laughed. He pulled her even closer and she sighed contentedly at his warmth as his arms tightened around her body.

“I’ll see what other toys I can bring home, too.”

She kissed his chest and he rested his chin on top of her head.

“Happy Anniversary, Babe,” Nesta whispered, smiling into his skin.

Cassian chuckled into her hair and pulled her tighter against him. “Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart.”

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illyrianet · 3 years

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With the first CCWEEK officially coming to a close, we here at Illyrianet would like to extend our thanks in participating and sharing all the lovely content. Seeing how many of you enjoyed last week, do a keep a look out for future weeks revolving around characters and ships.

Until then, we have another exciting announcement to share with you all. Starting April 12th we will be hosting a Throne Of Glass read for our discord. If you haven't read the series yet or want to do a reread come join us!

Below are the tentative start dates for each book. A reading outline will be posted prior to the start of each book. You do not have to be a member of the server to read along. However, to take part in our daily discussions we recommend that you do.

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abruisedmuse · 2 years

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hello love!! is your discord still up? i've missed you a ton and i've been wanting to talk to you ~ kreahbu 💗

HELLO LOVE!

How are ya?

I'm just curious if you meant Illyrianet or jurdannet? Jurdannet I'm unfortunately not apart of any longer and I can't provide you the link. Illyrianet you can find here

Just a small psa to anyone who would like to join our sjm server.

It is a ship/ character stan friendly place. We do not condone bullying or degrading others for ships. However, we also speak freely and encourge healthy debates. And we are a sarcastic/dry humored bunch who sometimes playfully drag one another.

Yes most of us in there ship Elucien and Gwynriel. We do have Elriels who are unproblematic and antis of certain characters that are unproblematic as well.

We understand in our server that not everyone will love the same characters or ship the same things. We just want to spread love, theories and thirst over characters.

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bookstantrash · 3 years

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A/N: Happy birthday to the lovely, amazing and extremely talented @thewayshedreamed !!! Your Nessian fic “This Time” was the very first Nessian fic I read on tumblr, and I have been obsessed with your writing since then!! I’m glad I met you and am able to call you my friend 🥰💜

Given that this is the Nessian Month, I wrote a one shot of their first date, prompt courtesy of @illyrianet ’s amazing list. Enjoy! ✨

Romance you

“Nes? Are you awake?” Cassian asked, his mate’s answer a mumbled ‘yes’.

He chuckled, kissing Nesta tenderly behind her ear. They were cuddling after a long love making session, Cassian holding Nesta tight against his chest, his thumb slowly drawing patterns on her arm.

“I have been thinking of something”

“Should I be concerned?” she inquired.

“Very funny sweetheart” he nipped at her pointy ear, making Nesta yelp “I was thinking that I want to take you out on a date”

That woke Nesta up.

“A date?” she turned around in his arms, looking at him and furrowing her eyebrows in confusion “Cass, you do know we've been mated for a month now right?”

“How could I forget the happiest day of my life, wife?”

“Forgive me, husband. I thought your old age was catching up to you” that made Cassian roar in laughter, Nesta smiling at him.

It had been a beautiful ceremony and Cassian had teared up when he saw Nesta entering the temple and walking towards him. He had always found her breathtaking, but she had never been more beautiful when one month ago they were officially mated and married.

Cassian knew that deep down she would always miss being human, so he had wanted to have a ceremony that combined both Nesta’s: the human and fae.

And at the end of the ceremony, when the priest declared them not only mates but husband and wife — the black ribbon tied around their wrists and rings proof of it — Cassian was sure he had done the right thing, the image of Nesta wearing a white dress and smiling the most he had ever seen making the mate bond glow even brighter.

“I know we are already mated and married but we did everything backwards. I did not properly court you”

“Not that I regret it!” Cassian was quick to add “I just want to give you the best and cherish you, Nes. And, since we are not even able to go away for a while on a honeymoon given the messy situation with Koshien and the Autumn Court, I thought doing our very belated first date was the most sensible option.”

Nesta could only blink at Cassian in surprise. He had been going over such things all this time? It always amazed her how her mate, General Commander of the Night Court and Illyrian Armies, Lord of Bloodshed and legendary warrior, could be such a thoughtful and sweet male.

“Please say something, Nes. If it is a stupid idea or—” she shut his nervous blaberring with a kiss.

“I love it. It’s a wonderful idea.”

The boyish smile Cassian gave her was enough to make Nesta kiss him again, sleep all but forgotten as he rolled them over, deepening the kiss.

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Cassian tried to calm his nerves as he knocked on the door.

Wanting to make it very first date like — and also to avoid getting distracted by other things — they would get ready in separate rooms. They shared Nesta’s old room, given that the view was one of the best and did not have hidden weapons all over it like his. So Cassian had gotten ready at his old room while Nesta did the same on theirs, and afterwards he would take them down to Velaris.

He had made sure to check the reservations thrice and go over his check list of all the other things he had prepared in advance.

This day had to be perfect no matter what.

“Come in!” Nesta shouted behind the door “I am almost ready”

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, finding his mate sitting at her vanity putting on her earrings.

Cassian had to keep himself in check not to undress her right then and there and ruin his careful planning.

His wife was too beautiful for his poor nerves.

“Nes… sweetheart you look absolutely incredible” he said, taking her in as she walked his way, her mahogany dress fitting her like a glove, the ruby on her wedding band seeming to spark. But what truly killed him was the fact that her hair was down, a section of it pinned back with silver combs that gave a free view of her lovely face.

“Stop looking at me like that or we won’t be leaving this room” Nesta remarked, arching an eyebrow “You are drooling, Cassian.”

“You can’t blame me. It’s your fault for being so damn perfect” he declared kissing her cheek, not wanting to suffer her wrath were he to ruin her lipstick.

“You don’t look bad yourself” she answered, running her hands over his chest, when all she wanted was to rip it apart.

Cassian had foregone his leathers for once, wearing a loose dark blue shirt with the first buttons open and black pants. The perfect man bun also made Nesta thank the Mother for her Mind-Stilling exercises.

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“If I told you it would not be surprise Nes” he said as they walked the her balcony “But I promise you will like it”

“Lead the way then, bat” Nesta said as he gathered her in his arms, taking flight.

Their first stop was at a restaurant near the Sidra famous for its live music. Cassian had gotten them a table with a view to the river. He was not one to go to fancy restaurants, only getting less nervous when he saw Nesta’s face lighting up upon hearing the musicians. He’d make sure to pay attention to her favourite pieces and come back with her Symphonia later and ask the musicians to play them again.

They took their time eating, and he went as far as eating a big slice of cake after much insistence from Nesta.

“You can burn the calories during our training tomorrow” his mate said as she fed him.

“I would rather burn them by other means” he winked at her, making Nesta roll her eyes.

“Perverted bat”

After paying the bill, Cassian took Nesta to her favourite bookshop in the city. They had some time to kill before the next thing he had planned and she had yet to spend her sisters’ generous Solstice gift.

She was quick to leave him aside as she browsed the shelfs, his only job to hold her numerous books.

“Nes, dear we have to go or else we will be late” Cassian informed behind her pile of books.

“Five more minutes Cass” she pleaded.

Five minutes became fifteen, and they were almost left outside the theatre, arriving just a minute before the doors were closed.

Cassian had to call in a few favours, but he managed to get a privileged view of the stage.

“Which play are they presenting?” Nesta whispered as they settled down, not having been able to look through the pamphlet yet.

“You will see” was all he answered.

He remained looking at his mate beside him all the time as the curtains rose, watching the exact moment she opened her mouth in surprise as the first dancer stepped on the stage.

Because they were not watching your usual play. No, Cassian had gotten them tickets to the opening performance of a famous Dawn Court ballet company who was travelling all over Prythian. He had had to call in a few favours to get them the tickets, but it was worth it.

Nesta didn’t even dare to blink while she watched them dance, not wanting to miss a single thing. Cassian swore he saw her crying a little during a very emotional part but he knew she would deny it forever.

“This was perfect” Nesta sighed as they left the theatre, walking holding hands.

“I am glad you enjoyed your day, Nes” Cassian said, feeling love and gratitude flowing through the bond “I wanted to make this a perfect first date”

Nesta smiled softly at him, squeezing his hand.

“You could have taken me to Oorid to hunt down evil creatures and it would still have been a great date. I just want you. Any time we spend together is precious to me” she nudged him with her shoulder “However, I do not object to delicious cake or special tickets to see a show.”

“I will keep that in mind, wife”

“I expected nothing less from you, husband”

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open-at-the-close · 3 years

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Crescent City week: Day 2

Favorite moment

"I'm going to clean you off", she said quietly. "If that's all right"

A slight but terribly clear non was his only response, like words were still too hard.

So I'm not going to type out the several pages that make up this moment, but I love everything about this scene. From Bryce calling Ruhn because she is worried, Ruhn not hesitating for a second to offer help, Hunt being entirely vulnerable, and Bryce understanding that Hunt was forced to kill more people and taking care of him the best she could, the intimacy of her washing blood off him, him asking her to stay..

I love every second of this moment because it feels like such a turning point for both the relationship between Bryce and Hunt and the relationship between Bryce and Ruhn.

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positivewitch · 3 years

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