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thehighladywrites · 10 months ago

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“TWITTER VISUAL LINKS” - acotar characters

warnings: nsfw, sex, toys, straight up porn tbh

summary: down right nasty visual links with your favs👀

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amara’s note: don’t mind me, just sharing some visuals with my favs

ᯓ★ RHYSAND

⟢ getting stretched out on his thick cock !

⟢ mutual masturbation, handjob + fingering !

⟢ rhys putting his angel mate in a mating press !

⟢ rhys taking his time, eating you out !

⟢ rhys giving you a creampie !

⟢ afternath of said creampie !

⟢ laying on top of rhys while he fingers you !

⟢ showing rhys your newest lingerie set !

ᯓ★ CASSIAN

⟢ fucking yourself on cassian’s cock !

⟢ cassian fucking his sweetheart sideways !

⟢ struggling to take cassian’s massive cock !

⟢ getting deepstroked by him !

⟢ cassian having your legs spread, playing with your pussy !

⟢ daddy cassian holding hands and rewarding you !

⟢ topping cassian and riding hard !

⟢ cassian’s pov of fucking you in missionary !

⟢ feral cassian can’t get enough of his girl’s tits !

ᯓ★ AZRIEL

⟢ getting pounded from behind !

⟢ sitting on his dick and riding !

⟢ riding azriel’s face !

⟢ azriel absolutely destroying your back !

⟢ hair pulling + doggy style with azriel !

⟢ temperature play with azriel !

⟢ modern az fucking you in the backseat of his car !

⟢ azriel sucking on your tits !

⟢ daddy plays with your pussy !

ᯓ★ ERIS VANSERRA

⟢ bending you over and giving your pussy slaps as punishment !

⟢ holding you bridal style and fucking you mid-air !

⟢ sitting in his lap while he rubs your clit !

⟢ eris sucking on his girl’s nipples !

⟢ being obsessed with eris’s fingers and developing an oral fixation !

⟢ handcuffed and rawdogged by him !

⟢ eris eating you out !

⟢ your little brain goes crazy bc of overstimulation !

ᯓ★ LUCIEN VANSERRA

⟢ lucien showing you his headgame !

⟢ 69’ing with his mate !

⟢ getting your tits sucked while riding him in the morning !

⟢ softly making out mid sex !

⟢ giving lucien a blowjob !

⟢ getting punished with ass slaps !

⟢ lucien fucking your boobs and cumming all over them !

⟢ riding + nipple play !

ᯓ★ FEYRE ARCHERON

⟢ french kissing feyre !

⟢ getting your clit sucked and licked by her !

⟢ eating her out while fingering !

⟢ getting topped by touchy feyre !

⟢ teasing you through your panties !

⟢ feyre’s eyes rolling into the back of her head as you rub her g spot !

⟢ feyre using a paint brush to stroke your clit !

⟢ sitting in feyre’s lap and makin out !

⟢ tounge play with feyre !

ᯓ★ ELAIN ARCHERON

⟢ sharing a double ended dildo with her !

⟢ nipple play with her sweet girl !

⟢ distracted when baking a cake !

⟢ having an obsession with elain’s tits !

⟢ bouncing on elain’s strap !

⟢ sitting on top of her and making out !

⟢ morning kisses with elain !

⟢ scissoring session !

ᯓ★ NESTA ARCHERON

⟢ dom mommy nesta using a wand on you !

⟢ going dumb on her strap !

⟢ nesta puts her hand down your skirt !

⟢ creaming on her fingers !

⟢ getting your pussy licked by her !

⟢ “put it in my ass please” trying anal fingering with her !

⟢ riding nesta’s strap !

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shadowdaddies · 7 months ago

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Being mated to Azriel/Cassian/Nesta. Az and Cass are away, visiting some Illyrian camps, and whenever they are away, you all have agreed that you’re free use for Nesta?

hii thank you for the request, I've been slow with them lately and hating everything I write but I hope you like this! I got carried away here

Mine All Mine

Nesta x f!Reader smut (ft. Cassian and Azriel)

warnings: pure smut, free use, oral f!receiving, masturbation, gagging/toys, d/s dynamics

“Be good for us while we’re gone, sweetheart,” Cassian purred, flashing a roguish grin that forced heat to your cheeks under his gaze.

Azriel leaned in, arms wrapping you in a gentle embrace as his lips brushed yours, the tender moment at odds with the words that followed.

“She’ll be good, Cassian. Our girl knows she is solely responsible for Nesta’s pleasure while we’re away.” His voice maintained its smooth calmness, but the shadowsinger’s grin turned vulpine as a scarred finger curled under your chin. “You’ll take care of Nesta while we’re gone, won’t you, angel?”

It was an agreement the four of your had as mates. While Cassian and Azriel were gone, you were responsible for Nesta’s pleasure, and she for yours. She could take you at any time she wanted to get what she needed from you, and you relinquished complete control over your own pleasure to her.

You nodded at Azriel, embarrassed at the rush of heat that built between your thighs at his words. Two sets of hazel eyes simmered with desire at the scent of your arousal drifting through the room. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, lower lip tugged between your teeth.

Cassian was the first to break the tension, clearing his throat before mumbling something about being late to their meeting in Windhaven. Azriel slowly drew his finger from your chin, his intense gaze as he did so sending a shiver down your spine.

“We will see you very soon, angel,” he promised, the side of his lip curving to show a dimple before the two Illyrians disappeared through the door, the sound of their wings beating as they took off echoing through the air.

The house instantly felt empty, a restlessness settling over you at the quiet. Your mind drifted to the things Nesta would do to you when she returned home - the ways she would use you for her pleasure, push you to the limits of your own - and slick dampened your thighs, core clenching around nothing.

Face flushed, you shook the shameful thoughts from your mind in favor of distraction. A book caught your eye, resting on the couch in front of the fireplace in invitation.

Picking up the novel, you collapsed against the soft cushions before peering at the cover. It must have been one of Nesta’s books, a Sellyn Drake novel like those she’d been trying to get you to read for awhile now.

Pulling a throw pillow under your head, you flipped open the book, quickly finding yourself lost in the story. You had no idea how long you’d been reading when the two main characters found themselves in an inn with only one bed to share. You read of hands slipping between thighs, light teasing touches, gasps at the exquisite pleasure being exchanged.

You found that heat building between your own thighs once again, desire making it difficult to focus on the book. Tugging your lip between your teeth, you set the novel to the side, freeing your hands to explore.

Brushing your nipples through your shirt, you mewled with need when your hand drifted lower, featherlight touches teasing yourself as you slipped beneath the waistband of your pants.

“Enjoying the book, pet?” a familiar voice drawled from the doorway, sending a chill down your spine and halting your movements. Your wide eyes flicked to where Nesta leaned by the wall, arms crossed and silver eyes glowing with amusement.

Breathless, you watched her stride toward you on long legs, her leathers hugging her curves. “Which part were you reading?” she murmured, limbs stretching across the couch as her body settled over yours.

Nesta’s hands pulled your own from where it rested on your lower abdomen, her eyes focused keenly on you while you stumbled through the plot of the book. Just as you began to recount the scene at the inn, Nesta popped your fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking fervently while she nodded for you to continue.

Somehow managing to breathe out the steamy details to Nesta - despite her lips around your fingers, hips grinding against yours while she straddled you - you loosed a sigh of relief when she relented her efforts in favor of releasing you.

Standing for only a moment, Nesta stripped off her pants and turned away from you, showing off her perfect ass as she did. You started to lean forward, eager to meet Nes where she stood, but the female clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“Lay back, love. Stay still for me,” Nesta purred, flashing a grin over her shoulder as she settled above your face. The scent of her arousal was dizzying, the need to please her consuming your thoughts.

As though she could sense your desperation, Nesta hummed a “good girl” before sinking down onto you. Slick core pressed against your nose, her clit perched perfectly atop your mouth for your tongue to flick out against the swollen bud.

Her hips rolled against you on instinct, a soft moan escaping Nesta’s lips at your mouth on her. “Just like that, pet,” she breathed, hands pulling your still-soaked digits towards your heat. “Touch yourself while I read this.”

Picking up your book, Nes began to read the scenes you described, her wetness growing and spreading sloppily across your face as you ate her out. One hand wrapped around her waist, encouraging the rhythm of her hips against your lips, while the other followed her directions to your clit, rubbing tight circles that made your legs jerk against the couch in ecstasy.

You felt Nesta’s core clench, her hips shaking as she moaned your name, dropping the book when her orgasm rocked through her. The scent of her invaded your senses, weight settling fully over you as you released muffled cries against her warm center, your own high crashing into you.

Panting for air, you sighed with relief and longing at the loss of her heat on your face. Eyes struggled to focus, finally finding Nesta’s gaze on yours as she lifted your fingers to her mouth once more and licked your release clean.

“I need more,” Nes nearly growled, a wolfish grin formed on her full lips. “I’m not done with you tonight,” she promised, heat dancing in her eyes like flame when her hand wrapped around your wrist. “Come with me.”

You followed dutifully back up to your bedroom, stripping as directed before laying back on the mattress and watching Nesta undress.

“I got something new for us, love. To use when the boys are gone,” she explained, rifling through her nightstand before pulling out a strap with a dildo attached to the end. But this one was different from Nesta’s strap; it was simple and black with one buckle around the back.

Sensing your confusion, Nesta grinned wickedly. “This one is for you to wear, sweet girl,” she purred, bare hips straddling your own as she lifted the toy to your mouth to demonstrate. “If that’s okay,” she amended, laughing when you eagerly nodded and lifted your head for her to secure the gag.

“So good for me,” Nesta cooed, golden brown hair falling down in a curtain around her as she smiled down at you. “I just need you to lay there and take it for now.”

Hips settled over the toy perched on your mouth, Nesta’s puffy center spreading her slick over the tip before sinking down. You moaned through the gag at the sight, your mate filled up and bending over to hover your core. Gentle hands spread your thighs before Nesta dove in without warning, tongue making wicked movements against your clit as she began bouncing up and down on your face.

Helpless moans and squeals escaped you, sounds drowned out by the toy covering your face. “Just wait and see, love, what I have in store for us this week,” Nesta moaned, perked nipples brushing your stomach. “This is only the beginning.”

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throneofsmut · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day 11: Rough / Squirting

Cassian and Nesta Archeron x Reader || WC: 549

Cassian’s hands feel hot against the backs of your thighs, keeping you completely spread open as he mercilessly slams you up and down his thick fucking cock.

One of your hands grips the back of his head, fisting his long hair like a lifeline while he lifts up and down like you weigh nothing. Your other hand desperately tries to push Nesta’s head away from where she’s sucking harshly on your clit.

Your entire body jerks when Nesta pulls back, smirking and slaps the sensitive bundle of nerves, hard. You scream and Cassian laughs next to your ear. “You know you like it,” he taunts.

“No, I don’t!” you scream out again when Nesta slaps your pussy again.

She grins up at you, starting to rub tight circles on your clit. “Are you sure about that?” She teases.

You gasp when she pinches your swollen nub. “Yes!”

“Then why does your pussy grip my cock every time Nes slaps it?” He growls. “Every time I fuck you like we’re animal?” And just to prove his point he thrusts in impossibly deeper while slamming you down harder.

All you can do is cry and moan, losing your composure as they get off while getting you off. Nesta’s mouth closes around your clit again, holding it gently between her teeth, flicking her tongue against it. You wiggle and squirm in Cassian’s arms, tension starting to coil in your tummy.

Getting tighter and tighter.

Pressure starts to build in your pussy too. Building and building the more Cassian hits your g-spot with the head of his cock. You can feel yourself clamping around him. Your thighs try and fail to squeeze around Nesta’s head because of his hold on them.

“Cass!” you whimper and he just laughs. Nesta laughs too, sending shockwaves straight to your clit.

“Brats like you, get fucked like this.” He bites your neck. Your shoulder. “So you’re going to take what we give you,” he snarls.

You nod, chanting, “yes,” but it comes out more like incoherent babbles.

His grip on thighs turns punishing and with one last plunge of his cock, the tension snaps and you cum. The pressure in your pussy is so overwhelming that your release gushes out of you, around his cock.

He pulls out with an awed curse and Nesta replaces him with her fingers. Pumping them in and out of you as you squirt all over her hand and chest. Soaking your thighs and Cassian’s and his cock as she pulls as much pleasure as she can out of your weeping cunt.

Cassian kisses and sucks on your neck, you can feel his grin on your skin. Nesta praises you but can’t focus on anything she’s saying. You can feel everything tho, especially as she slurps up your release off your thighs, Cassian’s cock, and finally you’re cunt.

You’re a soaking limp mess by the time she stands up, pressing into your front. Cassian still pressed at your back. “Are you done being a brat?” Nesta murmurs.

You shake your head, still slumped against Cassian's shoulder.

They both breathe a laugh. “No?” Nesta asks.

You shake your head again.

Cassian grinds you against his cock, carrying you towards the bed. “Come on, Nes. I guess this means we’re going for round four.”

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throneofsapphics · 4 months ago

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the moth and the flame part one: the hold

Nessian x f!Reader

warnings: delusional reader & nesta, drinking

summary: after meeting Nesta in a bookshop, you find the darkest parts of yourselves bonding with each other.

a/n: the first few chapters will center around Nesta before Cassian comes in! this has been my brainchild for a little while and I hope you all enjoy <3 if anyone wants to be added to a tag list please let me know!

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Sharp breath fogging the air in front of her, Nesta set off for one of the only tasks, outside of imbibing, that didn’t quite feel like torture. Precise footsteps, steady and calm, took her down the sidewalk, hanging to the shadows, to her sanctuary. At the current hour she’d rarely seen another soul and each time she did it tended to sour her day. Not that it took much to do that recently.

Even with new Fae senses, she could tell when something was different in a space she frequented. Well, a tavern might be another story but this tiny bookstore tucked away in a far corner of Velaris wasn’t. Any other day she may have spun on her heel and stalked out, but the new Sellyn Drake novel released this morning and she’d kill to get her hands on it. Whoever this was, they did have an interesting scent. So warm and inviting it sickened her, perhaps even made her murderous.

A light headache set in. She glanced at the clock. 11:45. Today she’d make it to noon without a drink, that was good enough for her.

First, the book. Second, wine.

One foot in front of the other, crossing the floor with a dancer's grace, something years of separation from lessons couldn’t get rid of.

Eyes zoned in on the table, one copy left. A lucky day for her. Mouth curved up at the corners.

She was so focused on her target she didn’t notice you, but you didn’t notice her either, both of you set on a collision path.

Like right out of a Sellyn Drake novel, static zapped as your fingers touched, two hands retreating back, two bodies tensing, two heads snapping up and eyes locking.

Nesta was quickly enchanted by your touch - as chaotic as it was. Next, the small apologetic smile on your lips. You were speaking - words, fuck. She’d completely missed that.

“It’s all yours,” you repeated a tad slower, concern edging into your voice. Anyone else she would’ve chewed out for that. A better person would’ve let you have the book. At this moment, Nesta wasn’t a better person.

“Thanks,” she muttered and snatched it, spinning on your heel. A sharp intake of breath behind her.

Nesta paused, loosening her body and relaxing her stance, and looked over her shoulder, “what’s your name?”

You answered, and she repeated back, dragging out the last letter, watching you flush pink. A small smile on Nesta’s lips - the kind that screamed trouble, “I’m certain we’ll see each other around.”

“I certainly hope so,” you countered, that surprise she’d heard earlier replaced with an attitude that thrilled her. A little spice. Nesta figured out your scent - cloves, nutmeg, and honey. Her new favorite. She liked you, you’d have fun together.

Over the following days, thoughts of you consumed Nesta. Rolling over on her bed, the scents of various males lingering, she thought of how she’d get rid of that before she had you over. Because Nesta would have you. She needed you like oxygen, like books, like wine.

You didn’t know it yet, but you needed her too. If you didn’t, Nesta would make it so you did. She could be called many horrid things, but when she wanted something, she didn’t hesitate or hold back. Whatever you wanted, she would make it happen for you. You had her in a chokehold.

Looking back, she could pinpoint the moment when her obsession truly began - as soon as she identified and committed your scent to memory. Nesta hasn’t been able to put honey in her tea for far too long.

You thought of the blue-gray eyed beauty. Eyes so cold and harsh, but maybe you were imagining it but hadn’t they softened a tad for you? She was familiar, but you couldn’t quite place her. You supposed the place didn’t matter, not as long as you could get her next to you, above you, under you, down the aisle - you cut your mind off, thinking you’d gone way too far ahead for someone you had a thirty second encounter with at a bookshop. Even Sellyn Drake would think it was a tad ridiculous, that or he’d eat it up. Maybe you should pitch the idea and inspire his newest best seller.

Still, all you could think of was how she softened for you. She must have, you were certain of it now. The female followed up her harsh and probably standard remark with something sweet like asking your name. She wanted to know who you were, just as you wanted to know her now.

It took you a few minutes to compose yourself after meeting her. By the time you had, she was gone, and you realize you still didn’t know her name. Cursing, you sprinted towards the doors, whisper-shouting a sorry to the shop owner, even though nobody else was inside.

A flash of golden brown hair around the corner, perhaps a quarter of a mile down the street. It might not even be her, you frowned. With your luck, you’d chase all the way down just to terrorize a random citizen of Velaris.

Glancing around to check the street was empty first, you whispered a quiet ‘come back,’ a soft plea to the mystery female, the mother, and the universe to bring her back to you.

‘Too much,’ the annoyingly logical part of your brain said, but they were easily ignored and even easier to drown out.

If it came to it you could go back to that same bookstore, at the same time, and perhaps run across her again. On the other hand, you could let her find you. She seemed like the type of female who enjoyed a chase, and like a resourceful one. Oryou were reading too many books and your mind came up with outlandish fantasies. Not that outlandish, some of your friends had told you particularly tantalizing stories and you felt an inherent desire to live out one of your own, no matter how it might hurt you in the future. It would.

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danikamariewrites · 7 months ago

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Okay but being mated to Az, Cass, and Nesta but you don’t know and a foreign dignitary comes to stay at the House of Wind with the four of you and Rhys asks you to seduce/be flirty with them and the three of them are absolutely feral trying to keep their jealousy down

Just One Night

Nessian x Azriel x reader

A/n: I’ve been dying to write another fic with these four! They would absolutely want to kill Rhys for this especially Nesta.

Warnings: possessive Nessian & Azriel

Today is the day. Nesta had decided for the group that today they would tell you about the bond. She was just waiting for you all to get out of a meeting with Rhys and her sister. The last thing Nesta wanted was to confess the bond - and her love for you - in front of Rhys.

Nesta heard the angry footsteps echoing off the marble floor of her mates before she saw them. Setting her book down she tilted her head curiously at their disgruntled looks. The males dropped into their respective arms chairs letting out dejected sighs. Nesta stood with her arms crossed and a raised brow as she looked between the two.

“Well.” She said sharply. Azriel let out a low growl from the back of his throat. She felt his annoyance down the bond and looked to Cassian for an answer. Sighing through his mouth and rubbing the bridge of his nose Cassian bites out, “Rhys is having her seduce the emissary from Montesere. Cyrus Yarrow.”

When they looked up at Nesta those silver flames were dancing with anger in her eyes. Her left one practically twitching. “He’s having her do what?” She growled. Nesta turned on her heel, black dress flaring dramatically. Cassian grabbed her wrist before she could go give Rhys a piece of her mind.

Her fist balled. The first and only warning Cassian would get to release her. Letting go his open hand hovered cautiously. “Wait. She, just…she took the job. She knows what to get from the guy and we won’t let it get farther than that, yeah?” Nesta cracked her neck, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Fine.”

“You don’t want to be overbearing, Nes.” Azriel said. That deep, even voice relaxing her. “You’re right.” She looked back at her mates as Azriel waved her over. His arms open for her. Without hesitating Nesta sat on Azriel’s thigh, resting her head against his chest. “I know you’re impatient,” he says against her hair, “the Mother knows we are too, but we want to make it special for her.”

———

Pulling out the garment bag from your closet a knock sounded at your bedroom door. “Come in!” You hear whom ever enter, shuffling around the room. Nesta poked her head in your closet. You smile at her, “Hey you.” She gives you an equally dazzling smile. For a moment you swear something like love sparkles in her eyes.

Your heart leaped at the thought then quickly sunk. Remembering how in love she is with Cass. Blinking rapidly you plaster that smile back on your face. “What’s up?” You ask lightly. “I thought we could get ready for the ball together.”

You nod vigorously. “I would love that.” You and Mor used to get ready together - Feyre too - until she found Emerie. Usually when Rhys gave you a job for the evening you liked to get ready alone. Being alone lets you think through your plan for the night. Being with Nesta will be a nice change though. She was able to distract you from the awaiting nightmare of Cyrus.

Cyrus Yarrow was renowned for the females he chose to surround himself with. Always beautiful and charming. He was also quite demanding and handsy when he found something he liked. A shiver runs down your spine causing you to shake, your chin dropping to your chest.

Looking back up you saw Nesta had moved closer to your face. Her hand poised to draw with the kohl on your lid. “Are you ok?” You give her a small nod. “Stay still,” she giggled. A warmth bloomed in your chest at the sound.

———

The ball was in full swing. Nesta had stolen you for the first dance before you were swept away by Cyrus. Azriel had grabbed her waist before she could kill the male, dragging her into a waltz she could do in her sleep. Cassian was sending waves of calm to her down the bond. He stepped in for Az once the song was over. Also so Azriel could keep an eye on you for the night.

“Remember what Azriel said, Nes.” She gave him a curt nod, looking over her shoulder for you as they spin around the floor. “Hey,” Cass demanded, taking his hand from her waist to grip her chin. “She is fine. She is capable. I know the instinct to protect her and be by her is intense, we’re feeling it too. But tomorrow, he will be gone.” “Yeah.” She mumbled. Cassian pressed a quick kiss to Nesta’s lips before dipping her dramatically.

Azriel watched from the shadows as you entertained Cyrus. His party from Montesere was nothing like him. Kind and proper as they chatted with Mor and Feyre. His eyes bounced between the groups wanting to make sure that his court was safe. Feyre stood up straighter. A shocked and confused look pulling at her features.

He met his High Lady’s gaze and she tapped on his mental shield wasting no time in updating her spymaster. Cyrus no longer held the power they were told about. His Lord had stripped his title a week ago. This relieved Azriel. It meant he wouldn’t feel guilty about pulling you away from work and that Rhys wouldn’t give him a tongue lashing.

The Shadowsinger was about to step in and save you from Cyrus’s awfulness when a panicked feeling froze him in place. His shadows had reported Nesta and Cassian were safe. He even spotted them smiling and laughing as they danced.

When the realization hit Azriel that it was you projecting your feelings down the bond ran to you, sending his shadows ahead to pull Cyrus off of you. The look of disgust on your face had his instincts to protect you screaming at him to go.

Azriel drew Truth Teller, holding it to Cyrus’s neck. “Back away from my mate.” Azriel said practically roared. The fae around them stopped, gasps sounded through the crowd as they stared. You clung to Azriel’s arm through the whole ordeal. As the word mate left his mouth you stared up at Az, your eyes twinkling with love.

You had always had a crush on Azriel. But Nesta, you thought to yourself. No, you’d let her go. You have Az now. “Mate,” you repeat. Azriel stilled as the realization of the word he just spoke dawned on him. He slowly turned to look at you. The corners of your lip turning up at the his shock.

“Yeah, umm…” His gaze drifted behind you. You followed his gaze to find a stunned Cassian and a fuming Nesta. “Az?” You ask softly. The party had resumed around you as the couple stepped closer. Cassian placed his hands on Nesta’s shoulders in a calming manner. “Why don’t we all go talk somewhere else.” Cass suggested. “Why do we all,” you trail off as Nesta grabs your hand to drag you out of the ball room.

You kept looking between Nesta, Azriel, and Cassian as she leads you to the living quarters of the House of Wind. Her iron grip never leaving you. Entering the main living room Nesta drops your hand making a beeline for the bar cart housing one of Rhys’s expensive bottles of whiskey. Pouring herself a finger she downs the amber liquid in one go.

“I thought,” she started, her tone dangerously calm, “we wanted to make it special. To do something sweet for our mate.” Nesta flashed her perfect canines in a saccharine smile at the males. Azriel’s jaw tightened. His head dropped, clearly frustrated with himself.

You hold his hand with both of yours. Running your thumb across the back of his hand in calming circles. Nesta’s words caught up with your brain. Our, she had said.

You looked at her with wide eyes. “Our? As in all three of you are my mates.” Cassian couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah sweetheart. You have all three of us. We’ve been waiting to tell you and we wanted to make it special. Cyrus just got in the way.” You covered your mouth as happy tears lined your eyes. That warm feeling in your chest that appeared with Nesta earlier returning. The bond glowing fiercely as it branched out to all three of them.

You sink on to the plush couch taking in the information. You have been blessed with three mates. Each one you were madly in love with. And you get to love them all for the rest of your life!

Cassian came to sit beside you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side. You could sense the apology on his lips before he could even say it. Cassian has always been too apologetic for his own good. You grabbed his hand resting on his thigh. “I’m not mad. I am incredibly happy to hear this.” Cassian’s head dropped to rest on yours. Azriel takes the spot next to you wrapping his arms around your waist pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You stare at Nesta who hadn’t moved an inch since you entered the room. You wave her over to join couch snuggles, tugging on the bond to entice her. Nesta ran at you. Jumping to straddle your lap and pushing Cass and Az off you. You hugged her tightly inhaling her scent of fire and steel masked by the vanilla and almond perfume she wears.

“I love you so much, y/n.” She whispered just for you to hear. “I love you, Nes. With all my heart.” You whispered back, just for her to hear.

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velarisnightsky444 · 1 month ago

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Tired

Angstober Day 15: Tired of Fighting with Neris

CW: Depression, allusions to self harm, angst with comfort.

Summary: Your struggles with mental health become too much to bear, and you finally confide in your mates.

Word Count: 912

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You did everything you possibly could to drown out your thoughts. You always had. Because you couldn't stand being alone with them. You used wine, food, anything you could to keep from thinking.

The world would become too heavy, and even getting out of bed proved to be impossible.

Your mother had been the same. You could recall times in your childhood when she wouldn't leave her room for a week--sometimes more. You hadn't understood back then. But as you got older, and you began to experience it, you wished you had been more understanding.

In the last week, things had gotten much worse. Your thoughts were vicious and critical, your chest aching with a weight you didn't understand. You kept it to yourself as much as you could, not wanting to bother your mates. You didn't want them to worry, or waste any time fussing over you. Nesta and Eris were both very busy, and the last thing you wanted was to distract them.

Eris had a lot on his plate as the new High Lord. He'd been working very hard to reform the Autumn Court, and change all of the horrific ways his father ran things. He'd been spending a lot of time with his mother, and repairing things with his brothers. The boys had been pitted against each other their entire lives, and despite their love for each other, been forced to hurt one another. Eris wanted to change that.

Nesta had been helping the Lady of Autumn recover from the trauma Beron had left her with. She felt a connection with the female, and the two spent time together, just talking for hours.

So you kept to yourself, not wanting to bother them. They had expressed concern over the last week, but you shut them down. You hated pity, and you hated being fussed over. Your mates knew that about you, but they sometimes couldn't help themselves.

The bond had snapped for Eris and Nesta when they'd danced together in Hewn City. When they came back to the Autumn Court, you had been hired to wait on Nesta. You dressed her, cleaned up after her, and helped her with everything she asked. Soon enough, the bond had snapped for you, as well.

Eris killed his father soon after, knowing he would never allow him to accept such a bond. He knew his father would likely kill you if he found out. It was deemed an unsolved murder, but everyone knew it was Eris. The majority of the Autumn Court despised Beron so greatly that none of them cared.

You sniffled, sitting up as a knock sounded from the door. It was three in the afternoon, and your mates had been up for hours. They'd asked if you needed anything, and you had said no. You knew they weren't convinced, and they would likely stage an intervention quite soon.

Nesta let herself in, her gaze firm. She huffed when she saw that you were still in bed. She approached carefully, the bed sinking as she sat beside you. She leaned down, kissing your forehead. You savored the comfort, leaning into her touch as she wrapped her arms around your body.

"I'm here, sweetheart," she murmured, stroking your hair.

You could vaguely hear footsteps, the ones you knew belonged to Eris. You'd memorized their footsteps, your heart fluttering every time you heard them. You didn't look up as he entered.

"What's going on in here?" Eris mused, making his way over.

He climbed onto the other side of the bed, his arms tucking around you, opposite of Nesta. You felt safe in the arms of your mates. As though even your thoughts couldn't hurt you. You felt the tears pooling in your eyes, your lower lip wobbling. Before you could stop yourself, the tears fell, sobs leaving your lips.

"What's wrong, love?" Nesta asked gently.

"I'm tired of fighting, Nessie," you cried, a weight off your shoulders as you voiced it for the first time.

"I know, I remember the feeling well," Nesta admitted in a hushed whisper.

"As do I," Eris confessed, his hold on you tightening.

"How did you get through it?" you asked, voice shaking.

"I found something else to focus on," Nesta spoke. "I threw myself into training, and I found a support system. We can be your support system, YN. And if you find something you enjoy, you can use it as a distraction."

You nodded, swallowing a lump in your throat. Nesta's fingers traced up your sleeve, brushing the new cuts on your wrist. She frowned, loosening her hold on you and taking your arm. She rolled up your sleeve, fingers tracing the scars, surveying the damage.

"Baby, you should've told us," Eris scolded gently.

"I didn't want to bother you," you whispered.

"You're never a bother," Nesta said sternly, her eyes lining with slight silver flames at the intensity of the words. "If you're hurting yourself, we need to know."

"I won't do it again," you said, just to please them.

"We aren't naive, YN," Eris said. "And even if you truly believe that now, it's not that easy. We know better than anyone."

"Next time, tell us," Nesta said. "Preferably before so we can stop you. But if you let us know after, we can properly take care of it."

"I'm sorry," you murmured, feeling ashamed.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Nesta promised, placing a kiss to your cheek. "Never apologize for this, my love."

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missglaskin · 7 months ago

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Hi I had a question have you ever considered writing for ACOTAR and what do you think about the series and who would be the worst? Yandere to have if you could do a ranking this is not a request. I just wanna know your opinion. I hope you have a good day or night. 😊🥰❤️

I didn’t make a ranking but I did rate them (1 least worst, 10 being pretty bad) hope you don’t mind

Feyre only wants what's best for you, at least that's what she thinks. She feels a great deal of guilt when her mind wanders to dark places. Feyre doesn't like lying or deceiving you, but she always tries to justify herself. She is extremely protective and fiercely loyal, going to great lengths to keep you safe; the end always justifies the means. Everything goes well with Feyre as long you don't struggle against her and just let her take care of you. 6/10

Elain seems harmless at first, lost in her own world, spending hours daydreaming about you rather than approaching you directly. She's shy in approaching you, but her infatuation with you grows steadily and soon enough you start seeing her more often. She does not resort to violence like the others but pretends to be your friend while subtly isolating you from everyone else. You realize a little too late that Elain is scheming to keep you all to herself, not when she gives you that sweet girl. 4/10

Nesta appears cold and distant at first, often trying to push or avoid you altogether. Unaware it’s Nesta’s realization of her intense feelings and maybe it was her way of trying to protect you. But in moments of jealousy or danger, Nesta’s possessiveness becomes glaringly apparent. She does not want to chain you down, but she fiercely wants you all to herself. Desiring to have you solely for her own gaze and touch. You should just trust her and let her make all your decisions on your behalf. 6/10

Mor's danger lies in her manipulative nature and her relentless desire to get what she wants. The second she set her eyes on you; she wanted you. Mor takes the role of your friend, gaining your trust and coaxing you to confide in her. Letting you reveal your deepest secrets and positing herself as your savior to ensure you feel indebted to her. You can never point the finger of blame to Mor, she’s always one step ahead even when you find yourself isolated and powerless to make your own choices. 7/10

Amren is not someone who immediately raises suspicion, but there's an air of uneasiness. Not interacting all that much with her at first. But you'll feel eyes watching your every move yet when you turn to look, nothing is there. She in a way positions herself as an ally, subtly guiding you in the way she wants, all to assert control over you. As time passes, her tendencies begin to surface and she can no longer conceal her possessiveness. Finding yourself isolated and confined to a little place all alone with her. 8/10

Rhysand is charismatic and not even you are immune to his charms, despite your better judgement. He's so good at pulling the strings, steering situations to his advantage. You could accuse him of an act that you know he has done, but he'll turn it around, making you feel guilty for doubting him. When Rhysand senses you're slipping away from his gasp, he won't hesitate to resort to extreme measures. You're trapped with no allies and no means of escape leaving you no choice but to depend on him. 9/10

Cassian's intense loyalty and protective nature may seem his best traits, but it's a means of suffocation to you. Cassian is convinced he knows what's best for you, stubbornly insisting on his ways even if you push him away or outright reject him. His impulsivness guides his actions, causing him to raise his voice or grip you too tightly, but Cassian always apologizes afterward, you must forgive him right? Cassian is nice to have if you never resist and simply allow him to do as he pleases. 7/10

Azriel doesn't approach at first, preferring to watch you from a distance, meaning all the time. His shadows are tasked at keeping him informed and ready to protect you from any impending danger. When Azriel involves himself in your life, he becomes the center of it. Bid farewells to your past connections as he demands your full attention, confined under his very control. You may be allowed some freedom if you comply, but resist or fight back, it won't bode well for you. 8/10

Tamlin is a storm that's looming, ready to engulf you. His protectiveness and possessiveness are like a chain around your neck; suffocating. He's controlling and has a desire to keep you by his side at all times. No matter how much you fight back, Tamlin believes you'll come around eventually, time is all he has. Sometimes, his temper flares and he lashes out, destroying things in his path, and seeing your fear brings him back to his senses where he apologizes profusely, promising it won’t happen again. 9/10

Eris is intensely jealous and controlling, viewing you as his and his alone. There's a high likelihood he'll keep you trapped, unwilling to let you go. But beneath all his possessiveness, Eris is somewhat desperate. He long for you to just open yourself up to him, to surrender to his touches. With everything he went through, Eris doesn't wish to inflict harm on you. Why must you force him to restrain you, to him it's so simple, why not just give into him, a life where he shows you devoted love and loyalty. 7/10

Lucien is aware of his tendencies and has tried to avoid you, but keeps finding himself drawn back to you, unable to resist gazing at you from a corner. He's consumed by his obsession, devoting himself to you completely, and Lucien finds himself unable to fight against it. He never wishes to harm or trap you; he has seen the damage it caused. He hopes his charms and time will be enough to win you over, and become so entwined in your life that you can't take him out of it. 5/10

#yandere acotar #acotar x reader #yandere concept #yandere x reader #feyre archeron x reader #lucien vanserra x reader #nesta archeron x reader #elain archeron x reader #tamlin x reader #eris vanserra x reader #azriel x reader #rhysand x reader #amren x reader #morrigan x reader #cassian x reader

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daycourtofficial · 8 months ago

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My love should be celebrated

Pairing: Nesta Archeron x Rhysand’s Sister!reader

Summary: based on this request - you have been trying for months to help Nesta heal, catching feelings for her in the process. One night you decide to bare your feelings for her, only to be callously rejected.

Author’s note: first time writing wlw!! Please lmk how you feel about it. Also this is basically SF but with a different love interest, however I’m rewriting that Nesta lives in a hovel bc like why tf are there slums in Velaris

(1k celebration masterlist 🍾)

“Go away,” Nesta says, closing the door on your face.

“Nesta!” You yell, banging on the door again.

You didn’t hear her steps recede down the hall of her apartment or any other noise from the other side of the brown door, brass letterings spelling ‘4D’ on it.

“I brought soup!” You cringe at the desperation in your voice, but you couldn’t help it. Your thoughts had whirled and swirled of the eldest Archeron sister for months. You have no clue why - she was never close or particularly kind to you, but you always found yourself wondering how she was.

Your thoughts would redirect to her during the day.

Had she eaten?

Was she sleeping?

You could ensure she had access to food, at the very least. So you had spent the afternoon preparing several different meals - soups, dinners, lunches, fresh fruits and vegetables.

You hadn’t let yourself think about actually interacting with Nesta until after you had knocked on her door. Your thoughts weren’t able to linger too long on that as Nesta opened the door, took one look at you, and sneered out a delightful, “go away,” before shutting you out.

You sighed, “I have fruits, cheeses, I made you a ton of food, Nesta. Please at least take it in inside. It’d make me feel better to know you at least had some food available.”

Nesta opens the door, her arms crossed as she fixes an icy glare at you, “do you find me so incompetent I’m incapable of getting groceries?”

Your eyes widen, shocked at how she’d perceive this, “gods, no, Nesta. I just thought-“

“Thought what? I’m too stupid to know how to cook for myself?”

She didn’t move a muscle as she kept you in place with that icy look on her face, blonde hair in a messy braided crown, as if she had slept in it.

“No, I just-I just- I wanted you to have a nice meal,” you stammer out, feeling like an utter fool for how sour this went.

“Then why did you cook it?”

With that, she slammed the door in your face, her footsteps receding on the other side.

You knock on Nesta’s door again, the same place you were this time last week. This time the scenario was different.

Your brother had given her a choice: the human lands or the House of Wind.

You found it an incredibly callous choice - certain death or forced isolation, so you asked Rhysand if you could at least be there with her. He reluctantly agreed, asking you and Azriel to stay in the House of Wind, monitoring her progress.

You were at her new bedroom door, letting her know that you were about to make dinner for all three of you. If she wanted to join you and Azriel, she could, or you could bring her a serving.

You received no reply. You could hear her heart beating through the door, it’s rhythm a clear beat through the silence of her room.

You turn, heading down the stairs to prepare dinner. You and Azriel ate in a comfortable silence, discussing the day you two had, swapping notes about the books you were reading. Nesta never showed, and you left a plate for her outside her door.

A plate you saw untouched the next morning.

The next few days took the same form - you go downstairs, prepare a beeakfast for you and Nesta, leaving her serving outside her door. Then you head to the Library to work on your studies, returning to the house for lunch.

Every meal you made a large enough portion for Nesta, plated it, leaving it at her door to go untouched until the next meal was left.

After a week of this cycle, you ask Clotho if there’s any work that can be done in the library.

Yes, I could use some assistance with restocking the shelves, she wrote.

“Fantastic,” you tell her, “I have the perfect female for the job - I’ll let her know.”

And you did, later that night. Through the door you told her about the library, and how “they need someone to help stock the shelves. It’s monotonous work, but at least you’ll move around a good bit. And it’s something to do.”

You don’t hear anything, and that causes you to ramble a bit, “not that you don’t have anything to do. It’s just - the priestesses are nice and the library’s nice and you’d get to be away from me and Az. So, uh, yeah. Bye, Nes.”

After the disastrously embarrassing way you had told Nesta about helping Clotho, you had written off any chance of her doing so. You were doubly shocked to hear it from Azriel, who told you that Nesta actually helped him procure a book he required.

Another week goes by, and Nesta has been working in the library every day, and she even began attending meals with you and Azriel.

She didn’t really acknowledge your existence at them, but you tried nonetheless. Every day you tried - you tried to talk about books, about the theater, about ballets, about the history of Velaris, hell you even began trying to get her to rank the Vanserras in order of most to least fuckable.

She would hardly speak to you, except occasional taunts and jabs. It came to a head at the end of the week when Cassian began staying at the house as well, and began training Nesta and several of the priestesses.

She’d be away for most of the day, between training and her work, so you only saw her at evening meals. She had only just began training, but she seemed lighter, as if she was crawling out of the darkness.

You were proud of her, she was doing the impossible. She was getting stronger, and Cassian and Azriel said she was even making friends with some of the priestesses.

All of her progress did nothing to help the relationship between the two of you. It still stung when she would disregard you. When you’d ask her a question and she’d blatantly ignore you to speak to Azriel.

The weeks of this iciness continue, until one night in the library you’ve had enough.

“Nesta, can I speak with you about something?”

They were the first words you had spoken all day, spending the day trying to plot out this conversation to the best of your abilities.

Nesta sighs, not looking up from her book. “If it’s quick and I don’t have to do anything.”

You sit on the couch she’s sprawled out on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Um actually I wanted to ask - why do you like Azriel and Cassian much more than you like me?”

Nesta scoffs, eyes going back to her book. “Is that what you wanted to talk about?”

“Well, Nes I actually wanted to tell you I uh-“

Nesta rolls her eyes, waving her hand. “If you truly can’t understand why I prefer their company, perhaps you’d be better off learning how to be less annoying and how to stop following me around like a starved dog.”

Your face heats with embarassment, fists clenching to keep your sob in, but Nesta’s not finished. She blinks her icy gray eyes up at you over her book.

“What? You think I didn’t know you had a pathetic little crush on me? Please. You practically drool every morning when you see me. I’ve seen you up at the training ring watching me.”

Hot tears start streaming down your face.

“Run along, go find someone else to bother. Perhaps they’ll give you a collar and a bone. Maybe even a bed.”

You shoot up, bursting through the library, out the double doors. You push past a confused Azriel before bounding down the stairs, seeking the quiet shelter of your room.

You had been staying here for a few months to help Nesta. She had gotten better, despite your attempts at connecting with her.

There was no reason for you to stay.

You waited until you could stop crying for an hour before darting to Azriel’s room, knocking softly. He opens the door, surprised to find you on the other side of it.

He wants to ask, knowing that your red rimmed eyes are likely because of Nesta. But he doesn’t pry.

He never had.

That’s why you came to him and not Cassian. Cassian would have made you tell him what was wrong, and then he would have yelled at Nesta for being mean to you.

You just wanted to leave. You didn’t want to see her again.

“Can you- uh, can you take me home? I know it’s late, but I’ve stayed here for too long. I should go back to the townhouse.”

You swallow, not able to look him the eye. You felt so… stupid. You knew she didn’t like you, and still your heart couldn’t help beating faster whenever her eyes met yours.

Azriel nods softly, a motion you don’t see, but he surprises you by taking you into his arms, holding you gently, and rubbing your back.

The action makes keeping the tears at bay much harder.

He lets go, not mentioning the tears now lining your face, as he opens his door, letting you in, and walks towards his balcony. He gently lifts you up, and the two of you fly off into the night.

Azriel had been conflicted these past few months. He had hoped bringing Cassian into the mix would make Nesta be nicer to you.

He was wrong.

Somehow his presence had made things worse. His heart practically broke in half seeing you rush out of the room, so upset over something Nesta had said.

And then you came to his room in the dead of night, asking to leave only a few hours later.

Azriel wasn’t irrationally confrontational. He preferred to sit in the shadows, observe, let life happen around him.

Not anymore. Not when the life was Nesta being absurdly cruel to you, day in and day out. You, who was so sweet and kind. You, who had tried to convince Rhys to let Nesta stay anywhere else. You, who had painstakingly made every one of Nesta’s meals since her arrival.

She didn’t touch a single one of them.

He stalked into the dining room the next morning, allowing his anger to get the best of him. He wanted to rip Nesta’s throat out after flying you home. Your gentle sobs you tried to hide were still ringing in his ears as he cloaked the room in shadow.

Cassian flinches as his brother stalks in, feet pounding, wings splayed. He walks towards Nesta, who doesn’t give him a second glance.

His gaze stays on her, waiting for her to look at him.

“Let me make myself very clear,” he said, the harsh tones of the shadowsinger coming through. “She is my sister, we grew up together. She is the kindest person I’ve ever known, and none of us deserve her. You do not deserve the kindness she has repeatedly shown you, despite your lack of reciprocity.”

Nesta keeps eating, her fork scraping the plate as she grabs another bite of salad, listening as Azriel continues. “I swear to the mother Nesta, I don’t know what you said to her, but if you ever make the mistake of being so callous and cruel to her again, I will not hesitate to insert myself again into this one-sided feud.”

Cassian looks between the two of them, confused. “What happened? What’s going on?”

Azriel keeps his glare on Nesta as he says, “(y/n)’s left. She’s gone back to the townhouse, likely won’t be back for some time.”

He stands up straighter.

“Perhaps Nesta knows why.”

The following weeks Nesta continued her new routine - training in the morning, stocking the shelves of the library in the afternoon, dinner with the brothers. She was spending her time with Gwyn and Emyrie, growing closer to the females she considers her friends.

And yet, every night she finds herself searching for you in every room. She looks for you in the halls of the House of Wind, she looks for you in the training ring, off to the side. Some days she swears she can smell you in the shelves of the books, your scent brought to her on a phantom wind.

Nesta knew who she was. She was cruel, callous, and cold. What she said to you was perhaps the worst thing she has ever done.

She couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t handle speaking with you about why she couldn’t be nice to you. She couldn’t watch your big doe eyes tell her that you had feelings for her.

No matter how much she might return those feelings.

She didn’t deserve your kindness, your gaze, your time. Maybe she deserves more than this loneliness she feels, though. Her nights have grown colder without you in the house, which sounded absolutely absurd.

Perhaps the house was showing Nesta how icy she had been.

It had been three weeks since Azriel took you from the house, Nesta realizes as she stands before the Illyrian, asking him for one last favor.

“No,” he says, about to turn away before Nesta grabs his wrist.

“Please,” she asks, “please just.. tell her to come. Just a place and time. Leave it up to her to decide if she wants to come.”

Azriel looks a bit apprehensive, conflicted between his love for you and his new friendship with Nesta.

“I’ll tell her,” he says, voice stern, “but if she doesn’t come, you won’t bother her about this.”

Nesta was a ball of anxiety, impatiently watching the door to see if you would come. She had asked for you to come see her at the House of Wind, and she was unable to focus on anything all day except for the lingering question.

“You came,” Nesta says, as you walk into the room.

“I’m a dog, if I hear a whistle, I can’t help myself.”

Nesta flinches at your words and the harshness of your tone. She deserved it. She deserved your ire. Still, she couldn’t stop looking at your windswept hair, disheveled from the flight with Azriel. She couldn’t stop looking at you, taking in your familiar scent, when it was all but gone everywhere in the house.

Nesta will take it to her grave if anyone asks why her scent lingers in your room.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Nesta says, unable to meet your gaze.

“How to do what?” You ask, sitting down, back stiff.

She takes a shakey breath, “how to be loved, how to - how to accept it. How to let someone be nice to me.”

You look, but she still wants to say more. You keep your gaze on her, watching as her fingers very subtly dance across her thigh, tapping a rhythm to a song you cannot hear.

“I also don’t know how to apologize.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, not expecting that from her. You clear your throat, “well, apologies usually start with uh recognizing what you did as wrong and saying why it was wrong.”

Nesta’s steely gaze meet yours, her grip on her thigh tightening.

“I hurt you, over and over again. I knew I was hurting you, and I kept doing it.”

She pauses, and you let her take the time she needs to get through what she has to say. She closes her eyes, prompting a tear to fall down her cheek.

“I kept hurting you because I didn’t want you to see me. I didn’t-“

She gasps as you reach a hand out, stroking her shoulder. She looks up at the ceiling, trying desperately to get the words out.

“I was scared and angry and I didn’t want to stop feeling those things. I knew if I hurt you enough you’d go away, because I just wanted to let my wounds fester.”

Her voice drops, as if there are other people in the room. As if her words are meant for you and you alone.

“I was scared that if I let you in, let you see me, you’d.. you’d be like them and hate me.”

You let Nesta’s words hang in the air for a moment. It was a little cruel of you, but she was cruel to you. She can wait a moment. You look at her - her usually icy gaze gone warm in your presence.

“I don’t hate you, Nesta,” you say, blowing out a breath, “I actually.. it’s quite the opposite really.”

You take a swig of your drink, “I actually was coming to tell you that I uh-“

You shake your head, feeling so stupid now. Of course Nesta was dealing with her own shit, how could she possibly be in a place to reciprocate your feelings.

“That I couldn’t stop thinking about you or worrying about you. And it’s stupid, and I know my feelings are my own burden to bear but I just-“

Your words are cut off as Nesta grabs your face, leaning in and capturing your lips in a kiss. Your brain stops working momentarily, her lips soft against your own unmoving ones.

When you come back to yourself, you grab the back of her neck, keeping her head in place as you kiss her back with such fervor.

Your head is spinning when her tongue slides into your mouth, and you keep your lips connected as you move your way onto her lap. She groans into your mouth at the new weight atop her, placing her hands on your hips, pulling you down. You lose yourself in kissing her, her citrusy taste making you unable to think, until a thought comes to you and you pull away, causing her to groan.

“Are you going to be nice to me now?” You ask, eyebrows raised.

Nesta rolls her eyes, one of her fingers playing with a strand of your hair, “maybe if you move back in here, I can start making it up to you.”

She moves forward, kissing up your throat, before stopping right in front of your lips.

“I can make us breakfast in the morning.”

#acotar fanfiction #nesta x reader #nesta archeron x reader #nesta archeron

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autumnshighlady · 1 month ago

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Neris fucking you while your zoned out trying to have mind conversations with rhys and you have to carefully block him out an manage talking to him which Nesta plays with your clit and eris fucks you from behind 😳

Sometimes my mind goes places and returns with gifts

OFIFKFJFJFJMDNRFIFOFKXKJS drabble incoming

You bit your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, legs trembling as you clung to the desk. Rhys’s voice droned on in your head, discussing strategies for the next meeting with the Hewn City. Normally, you’d be present and focused for a conversation with the High Lord — except this time, you were presented with two distractions in the form of a red haired male and a smirking female. Eris’s hands gripped your hips firmly, his cock pounding in and out of you, making your body shake against the desk you were bent over.

Beside you, Nesta was pressing kisses up your spine and neck, a slender finger playing with your clit. Her plump lips were drawn up in a smug smile as she watched you tremble.

Did you hear what I just said? Rhys said, confusion lacing his voice. You felt a brush of darkness against your shields, gently requesting more access.

Yes, sorry, you said back, keeping the thoughts of Nesta and Eris as far from this conversation as possible.

As the High Lord continued, you fought with every ounce of strength to block him out. Eris snickered behind you, the force of his hard thrusts shaking the table. “Pay attention, sweetheart,” Eris said. “Don’t want Rhys to know what’s distracting you, do we?”

“How embarrassing would that be?” Nesta purred in your ear, adding more pressure to your clit. “For Rhys to find out his good little advisor just crumbles beneath our touch, letting us use her as our own toy whenever we please? Best focus, darling. Or else we’ll stop.”

#neris #nesta x eris #nesta archeron x eris vanserra #neris x reader #neris smut #nesta archeron x reader #eris vanserra x reader

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velarisdusk · 2 months ago

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Whispered Echoes

Day 5: Begging | Nesta x Reader word count: 1k author’s note: ok omg there are a couple firsts for me here. have never written a wlw reader insert, or wlw in general, and have never written a dom!reader. i was nervous but i had a lot of fun, and i think i didn’t do half bad tbh ;P ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

Your fingers trace the curve of Nesta’s hips, hovering just above her skin, never quite touching, as you circle her slowly. She watches you, that sharp, calculating stare pinning you in place, but you see the tension coiling in her body. It’s always like this—her trying to cling to control, even when she knows it’s slipping.

“Lie down,” you command softly, and though she follows the order, shifting against the pillows with deliberate, lazy grace, her jaw is set, her defiance clear in the lift of her chin. You bite back a smirk. She thinks she’s still in charge.

You take your time, settling between her thighs, slowly parting them with your hands. She lets you, but her body is stiff, the tension thrumming through her muscles. You lean in, your breath hot against her skin. “Look at you,” you murmur, your voice low and teasing. “So pretty, laid out for me like this. Do you want me to touch you?”

Her lips part, just barely, but she remains silent. Her stubbornness bleeds into every inch of her, even when her body is practically begging for you.

“Nesta.” Your voice is firmer this time, with a quiet edge to it. “I asked you a question.”

She meets your gaze, that unyielding fire blazing in her eyes. “Maybe I don’t need you to,” she says coolly, though her voice wavers, betraying her.

You raise a brow, dragging your fingers higher, letting them brush lightly against her inner thighs, teasing but not satisfying. Her breath hitches, hips tilting ever so slightly toward you.

“Oh?” You murmur, lips curling into a slow smile. “Doesn’t feel that way.”

Her nostrils flare, and she narrows her eyes at you as if daring you to push her further. You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her thigh before grazing your teeth lightly against the sensitive skin. She shivers, but her pride keeps her silent.

You glance up at her, voice soft and dripping with authority, “Beg.”

A flicker of something crosses her face — anger, lust, frustration. “I don’t beg,” she spits, her voice sharp, cutting, even as her body betrays her, her chest rising and falling faster now.

You hum, pretending to consider her words, and then shake your head. “You will.”

With that, you dip your head between her legs, your tongue tracing a slow, tantalizing line up her center, savoring the way she gasps, her back arching slightly off the bed. It’s reward enough, but you don’t linger. One teasing lick, and you pull back, leaving her gasping.

Her glare could burn holes into the walls. “Don’t play games,” she growls, her voice rough with need.

You sit back, unbothered by her fury. “Games? You started them, Nesta.” You brush a hand over her knee, up to her thigh, and then — nothing. You leave her hanging there, so close yet still just out of reach. She’s trembling beneath you, tension coiling through her body like a wire about to snap.

“You want me to stop?” you ask, tilting your head, your voice all innocence. “All you have to do is ask.”

“I don’t–” she starts, but the words die on her lips when you lean down again, pressing another fleeting kiss against her heat. This time, a strangled moan slips from her throat, and she slams her hand into the mattress, fisting the sheets in frustration. You press your mouth to her again, this time lavishing her with slow, deliberate strokes of your tongue. Each movement is calculated to build the pressure within her, to drive her to the brink without ever quite letting her fall over the edge.

“You want to come, don’t you?” you ask softly, kissing the inside of her thigh again. Her skin is hot, flushed, and she trembles under your mouth. “Say it. Just say ‘please,’ Nesta. It’s simple.”

Her jaw clenches, the cords in her neck standing out as she fights against the surrender building in her body. “You’re insufferable,” she hisses, but her voice is ragged now, her breath coming in shallow pants.

You smile against her skin, fingers trailing dangerously close to where she needs you most, but not quite touching. “Maybe. But I think you like it.”

For a moment, you think she’ll stay silent, clinging to that last thread of defiance, but her hips arch toward your hand, a soft, needy sound escaping her lips. She’s close, so close, and she knows you know it.

“I–” Her voice cracks, her pride warring with the desperate need coursing through her. She bites her lip, hard enough to draw blood, and then, with a sharp exhale, she finally breaks. “Please,” she breathes, so quietly you almost miss it.

You lift your head, raising a brow. “What was that?”

Her eyes flash, but this time it’s not with anger — it’s with pure, desperate need. “I said, please.” The words come out strained, as if they physically pain her. “Touch me. Make me come.”

A thrill of satisfaction hums through you, but you don’t make her wait any longer. You press your mouth to her, fingers sliding inside her with a smooth, practiced ease. She gasps, her head falling back against the pillows as you work her toward that sweet, inevitable release. Her thighs tremble around your head, her breathing growing ragged, uneven.

Nesta’s hands fly to your hair, gripping tight as you take her apart piece by piece. When she finally comes, it’s with a shattered cry, her body bucking beneath you, her muscles clenching around your fingers as wave after wave crashes over her.

You ride her through it, your touch gentle, steady, until she collapses back against the mattress, utterly spent. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and her eyes flutter shut for a moment, as if she has to focus on catching her breath.

You shift up beside her, brushing a strand of damp hair from her flushed face. “See? That wasn’t so hard. Begging suits you.”

Nesta turns her head, glaring at you with the last dregs of her strength. “I hate you,” she grumbles, though the small, satisfied smile playing on her lips says otherwise.

You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Hate me all you want. You begged for me.”

Her only response is a soft, tired huff as she rolls onto her side, her body pressing instinctively closer to yours.

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thehighladywrites · 1 year ago

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masterlist.

a court of thornes and roses

rhysand

ᜊ Beneath their smiles - your friends turn out to be using you, comfort and hurt

ᜊ Texting Rhysand - smau

ᜊ Sugar daddy Rhysand - big dick daddy rhysand spends cash on you and falls in love, breaking your agreement

ᜊ “Just one more, I know you can do it” - rhys has a massive breeding kink

ᜊ “This isn’t goodbye, this is simply see you later” - ex husband/baby daddy rhysand

ᜊ “I got you, darling…” - Rhys takes care of you on your period

azriel

ᜊ Texting Azriel - smau

ᜊ Texting Azriel pt. 2 - smau

ᜊ Need you so bad baby, please… - ovulation week hits you hard, you need your mate

ᜊ Azzie, I think your mom is super hot… - you meet azriels mother and develop a little crush on her

ᜊ I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater… - angst, just plain angst with a somewhat bittersweet ending

ᜊ “Tell me you’re mine” , “ i’m yours” - you dream that azriel was cheating on you and now you can’t look at him without being annoyed. It’s not really his fault, but still… azriel reassures you, promising that you’re the only one for him.

ᜊ “You can even call me daddy, give you someone to look up to” - sugar daddy azriel spoils you

ᜊ “If it’s so wrong, why does it feel so good?” - azriel is a stalker and pervy guy

ᜊ The sessions masterlist - nerdy azriel x bimbo reader

ᜊ “You were flirting with me?” - you doubt Azriel even likes you since all he does is stare into your soul. Azriel thinks he is very clear when he stares, why do you not understand that he is flirting?

cassian

ᜊ That’s your mother but she’s my wife first… - your kids loose their tempers, cassian reminds them who you are, nsfw, light angst, hurt & comfort

ᜊ The Airhead Chronicles: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 - cassian is mates to a ditzy reader, and he loves her more than anything. How do they function together? - FINISHED

ᜊ “make her squirt on my balmain shirt” - cassian finds out you can squirt

eris vanserra

ᜊ Professor Eris x reader: part 1, part 2, part 2,5, part 3 part 4 part 5 - you hook up with this delicious older man for one fun night to forget your scummy ex, what do you do when the same man turns out to be your new professor? What do you do when that same professor had a dark secret? - ONGOING

ᜊ Vanserra brothers NSFW Alphabet - nsfw, crack, a sprinkle of angst

feyre archeron

ᜊ “let’s settle this catfight in the ring, let’s settle this in bed” - enemies to lovers, smut, angst, jealousy

elain archeron

soon

lucien vanserra

ᜊ Vanserra brothers NSFW Alphabet - nsfw, crack, a sprinkle of angst

acotar men x reader

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, sneaking out to a bar while you’re drunk - smau, multi men, tiny bit nsfw

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, using doe eyes on them - nsfw, multi men, headcanons

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, putting bows on their things - headcanons, multi men, cute asf

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, you being asexual - smau, multi men, headcanons

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, sassy man apocalypse - smau, multi men, crack

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, being their sneaky link - multi men, nsfw, headcanons

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, banning them from intimacy - multi men, nsfw, headcanons

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, meeting your parents - multi men, headcanons, crack, fluff

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, your child catches you in the act - multi men, headcanons, crack, nsfw

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, sitting on their lap - multi men, headcanons, nsfw

ᜊ ACOTAR men x reader, them as your baby daddies - multi men, nsfw

multi characters

ᜊ Breaking up with the acotar characters as a prank - smau, multi

ᜊ Texting “ She’s busy “ as a prank with the acotar characters - smau, multi

ᜊ ACOTAR characters x reader, ” I had a really fun time yesterday. Oops wrong person ” - smau, multi

ᜊ ACOTAR characters x reader, creepy man hitting on drunk reader - smau, multi, tiny bit nsfw

ᜊ ACOTAR characters x reader, we need to talk - smau, multi

ᜊ ACOTAR characters x reader, sending them nudes/lingerie pics - smau, multi, nsfw

ᜊ ACOTAR characters x reader, asking them for hand pics - smau, multi, tiny bit nsfw

ᜊ ACOTAR characters x reader, “can i get x’s number?” - smau, multi

ᜊ ACOTAR characters x reader, doing elf on the shelf for your kids - smau, multi

ᜊ ACOTAR characters x reader, random texts - smau, nsfw, multi

ᜊ nsfw visual links for them - multi, smut, nsfw,

ᜊ ACOTAR characters x reader, “where’s my treat?” - multi, nsfw-ish

ᜊ ACOTAR characters using twitter; pt 1 | pt 2 - nsfw, swearing

ᜊ ACOTAR characters x reader, forgetting your anniversary - smau, angst, multi

throne of glass

multi:

ᜊ TOG characters x reader, sending them lingerie pics - smau, multi, suggestiveness

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shadowdaddies · 8 months ago

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You said you reread the same Nesta fics - do you have any recs?

you bet I do 😎 here's some of my faves 💜

Nesta x Reader Fic Recs

Smut ❤️‍🔥

Sweet Ride by @throneofsapphics

Dinner First by @throneofsapphics

First Time by @danikamariewrites

Oranges by @tadpolesonalgae

Look At Yourself by @sweetcarolina-24

Meet Me in the Training Ring by @daycourtofficial

Fluff ✨

Long Day by @danikamariewrites

Sparks Fly by @danikamariewrites

I'll Love You Even If You Step On My Toes by @danikamariewrites

To Build A Home by @honeybeefae

Angst 💧

Swordsmanship by @harrystylesfan2686

✨ Never by @rowaelinsdaughter

✨ My Love Should Be Celebrated by @daycourtofficial

✨ Because I Love You, Idiot by @zoyaofthegardvn

Poly Pairings

Nessian x Reader

❤️‍🔥 In and Out of Dreams by @throneofsapphics

✨❤️‍🔥 Crush on Them by @harrystylesfan2686

✨❤️‍🔥 Midday Cravings by @danikamariewrites

❤️‍🔥 Behind Cracked Doors by @honeybeefae

Nessian x Azriel x Reader

✨❤️‍🔥 Always Ours by @leafsandstarlight

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throneofsmut · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day 8: Against A Wall

Nesta Archeron x Reader || WC: 631

You were finally drifting off to sleep when someone started pounding on your door. An irritated growl ripping from your throat, you were so tired from training earlier with the twin wraiths.

The person on the other side pounded on your door again.

“What?!” you barked over the pounding.

“Open the fucking door!” Nesta seethes.

You pad over to the door with pinched brows, bare feet near silent over the hardwood floor, not even caring that you’re naked.

Why is she here? you wonder as you pull the door open, only getting halfway before Nesta throws it open the rest of the way. “Nes—“

She cuts you off as she pushes you into your room and slams you up against the wall next to your door. “What the fuck,” you mutter as she wraps a hand around your throat.

She glares at you, her eyes like daggers cutting into you. “Did you fuck them?” she snarls. Her lips curved up into a sneer.

You blink at her. “Who?”

“The twins,” she growls.

She’s jealous. You grin, “Naula and Cerridwen.”

Nesta slams you against the wall again. “Did. You?”

“You’re jealous,” you tease and her hand tightens around your throat. You can’t help but to moan.

She falters. Caught off guard, her cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink. Her eyes rake over your form pressed against the wall and she finally notices that you’re completely bare.

Her gaze flits between your tits and pussy. The cold air making your nipples hard and her touch has your pussy soaking. You tilt your head, smirking. “Like what you see?”

She glares at you again. “Their scents were all over you,” she hisses. Using the hand that was wrapped around your throat to slap your full, aching tits, making you moan again.

You hear her let out a ragged breath, eyes falling to her chest, watching it rise and fall with each shallow breath. “I know.” From training, you don’t add.

She moves her other hand, shoving it between your legs, cupping your sex. “Did you fuck them?”

“No,” you breathe.

She presses her palm harder against you and you shudder. “Why?”

“I don’t want them,” you tell her honestly and she slips a finger into you. Grinding her palm against your throbbing clit.

“Why?”

“I have you,” you say breathlessly as she adds another finger.

“I’m yours. And you’re mine.” She growls, punctuating each word with a hard pump of fingers. Pulling out to the tips and pushing back in to the knuckles, curling them.

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into you as you moan. “Y-yours. Mine.” Her other hand immediately grips the plump flesh of your ass. Keeping you exactly where she wants as she drives her fingers into your wet cunt.

“You’re my perfect little slut aren’t you?” she murmurs, her lips brushing against your neck.

Nodding against her shoulder, “all yours.” Hips bucking as she repeatedly hits your sweet spot.

She chuckles darkly. “Don’t even need to fuck you on a bed. You’ll cum right here pressed against this fucking wall, won’t you?”

“Yes!” you cry out as she slaps your ass. Your legs begin to tremble as your pussy pulses around her fingers.

Nesta’s lips latch onto your neck, kissing and sucking, leaving hickies in their wake. Whimpering as she sucks harder on a sensitive spot. “Fuck,” she grunts. “You’re soaking my fingers.”

“Nes,” your breath hitches. “I- I’m…”

“I know, baby. I know” Nesta purrs and your inner muscles contract. “Cum for me.”

You don’t try to fight the surge of pleasure that takes over your body. You’re a shaking, babbling mess as Nesta continues working you through your orgasm. Thighs clenching around her hand as your pussy clenches and unclenches around her fingers.

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littlest-w01f · 3 months ago

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Bookstore

Nesta x Reader

Nesta MASTERLIST

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Summary: Nesta is at her favourite book shop, the owner has a new book for her

Cw: Dom/experienced Reader, F!Fingering, Smut 18+ MDNI

Nesta looked out to the sign of her favourite shop, well, it had only recently become her favourite, mostly because of you, the 'scorchingly hot owner' of the place, a phrase coined by Emerie and the normally bold Nesta Archeron, got unnervingly nervous around you.

The store is an old-style building with tall windows that let in plenty of natural light, casting long shadows across the shelves filled with various genres of literature. Inside, the air smells like old paper mixed with a hint of coffee coming from the small cafe tucked away in one corner, she was there when it just opened, before anyone.

At the front counter, you stood behind the register, your back towards the door as you busied yourself with some paperwork. You had long, curly hair that fell down her back perfectly, giving off an aura of sophistication yet approachability at the same time.

Nesta hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door, the bell above announcing her arrival with a cheerful ding. She stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to your form over the counter. The sight of you stirred something within her, a desire she couldn't quite put her finger on but desperately wanted to explore further.

As if sensing her presence, you straightened up and turned around, flashing her a warm smile that made Nesta's heart skip a beat. "Welcome back," you greeted, your voice smooth like honey. "I'm glad to see you again so soon."

Nesta returned the smile, feeling a blush creep onto her cheeks. "Hi… I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by to browse." She glanced around the store, taking in the familiar sights and smells. "It's such a lovely day outside."

As you leaned against the counter, your curves accentuated by the formal clothes you wore, Nesta's gaze lingered on your curves, the swell of your breasts barely contained by the confines of your blouse. Her mind wandered to what lay beneath those professional clothes, imagining the softness of your skin, the firmness of your nipples. A sudden heat pooled between her thighs, making her shift uncomfortably, she'd never thought of the female body like that before looking over yours.

She quickly looked away, embarrassed by her reaction. "So, um, is there something new in today?" Nesta asked, trying to distract herself from the unfamiliar desires coursing through her body.

You chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down Nesta's spine. "Well, we just got in a shipment of romace novels. Would you like me to show you?"

As you moved around the counter, Nesta caught a whiff of your perfume, a sweet, floral scent that mingled with the muskiness of your skin. It intoxicated her, making her head spin.

Nesta nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from your movements. The way your hips swayed subtly with each step was hypnotic, drawing her closer to the counter. You reached out tentatively, your fingers brushing against the spine of a book on the shelf beside you.

"You always have the best selection," Nesta commented, her voice barely more than a whisper now. But even that sound sent a thrill racing down your spine.

"I try my best," You replied, leaning in close enough that Nesta could smell the sweetness of your breath. Your lips were mere inches away from hers now, close enough to kiss if either dared to take that step. "Now what would you like? I know females like you like their spice."

The comment about her liking her spice caused Nesta to flush deeply, her pulse quickening. She wasn't sure why your words affected her so much, she wasn't one to blush, but she found herself wanting to hear more. "I do like spice..." Nesta mused aloud, her mind filling with all sorts of lewd images. She reached out to grab a romance novel off the shelf, turning to the back to read. The plot didn't interest her as much as the idea of you, the bookstore owner, sharing this intimate moment with her, and your gorgeous figure.

She glanced up at you, her heart pounding in her chest as she contemplated what to do next. Part of her wanted to reach out and touch you, to feel the warmth of your body under her fingertips. Another part of her wanted to lean in closer, pressing her body flush against yours and losing herself in a passionate kiss.

Your eyes locked onto Nesta's, seeing the desire burning within them. It mirrored the fire that had been stoked within your own belly. "Spice is good," you murmured, stepping even closer until there was no space left between you. The air seemed charged with electricity, every inch of your bodies practically humming with unspoken promises.

You noticed the book in her hand, the females on the cover, "Have you been with a female before?"

Nesta blinked, surprised by your direct question. She hadn't expected such boldness from you, given your previous conversations were only about books, despite the fact that she thought you would flirt with her. Yet, instead of being intimidated, she felt a rush of excitement. "No, not really," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "But I've always wondered…" Her curiosity piqued, she set the book back on the shelf and took a tentative step toward you.

"Wondered what, sweetheart?" You asked, your chests pressed together, your hand playing with the skirts of her gown.

"About how it feels, I suppose," Nesta confessed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. She could feel the heat radiating off your body, almost overwhelming her senses. Then she tilted her head slightly, gazing up at you through her lashes, a little more confident. "I want you to show me."

You kissed her instantly, lips pressing together, your hands at her waist, pressing her into the bookshelf. Nesta gasped into the kiss, as she did you shoved your tongue into her mouth, tasting her, her body reacting instinctively to your touch. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer still. The sensation of your lips against hers was intoxicating, a sweet taste that made her knees weak. She moaned softly, the sound muffled by your mouth, as her body moulded itself to yours.

Your hands began to roam over her curves, tracing the outline of her waist before sliding upwards to cup her breasts. Through the fabric of her dress, you could feel the hardened nipples, begging for attention.

You kissed down her neck, licking and sucking, "Mother, you taste amazing."

A shiver ran down Nesta's spine as your lips trailed lower, leaving a trail of warmth and wetness in their wake. The compliment, though unexpected, sent a jolt of pleasure through her, causing her to grip tighter onto your shoulders. "Th-thank you?" she managed to stammer out, her voice shaky with desire. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the throbbing between her legs. She was already wet with anticipation.

Reaching down, you pulled her skirt up, your hand on the drenched cloth covering her cunt, "Someone's excited," You teased.

Nesta whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily as your fingers grazed the damp fabric. "Yes," she breathed out, her face flushed with shameless need. She couldn't believe how aroused she was, how eager to surrender to these newfound cravings. "Please, touch me," she begged, spreading her legs wider in invitation. The cool air hit her exposed skin, making her ache for your warmth once more.

"Oh, I entend to." You smirked, hand pressed against her heated cunt, pulling the cotton she wore to her ankles.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it was impossible to contain the sounds of her pleasure. Each brush against her clit sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her trembling frame. Her hips rolled in time with your movements, silently urging you to continue.

Suddenly, you captured her mouth in another searing kiss, swallowing her cries as two fingers plunged deep inside her tight cunt. Nesta gasped, her inner muscles clenching greedily around the welcome intrusion. She rocked against your hand, fucking herself on your fingers as you pumped them in and out at an increasing pace. Her juices coated your palm.

Nesta's entire world narrowed down to the feeling of your fingers moving within her. Every thrust sent sparks shooting up her spine, igniting a cold fire in her core. She moaned into your mouth, her tongue tangling with yours in a desperate dance. She needed more, and craved the sensation of being completely consumed by this lustful encounter.

Breaking the kiss, she buried her face in the crook of your neck, biting down gently on the soft flesh there. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice laced with raw desire. Her walls clenched rhythmically around your probing digits, her orgasm building rapidly.

You slowed your hand a little, "Beg like a good girl, Nes." You groaned in the kiss.

Nesta's breath hitched at your command, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her. "Please, don't stop," she repeated, her voice quivering with need. She pressed herself harder against your hand, seeking friction where she desperately needed it. The slow rhythm of your fingers drove her mad, teasing her mercilessly towards release.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her climax looming just beyond her grasp. She whimpered again, nipping at your skin in desperation. "Fuck, I'm so close," she whispered hoarsely, her nails digging into your shoulders.

"I know you are," You muse, watching the way Nesta's eyes rolled back, her thighs twitching around you, "You wanna cum all over my fingers, pretty girl?"

Nesta let out a strangled cry, her body arching off the shelves as your words pushed her over the edge. "Yes!" she screamed, her cunt clamping down hard around your fingers as she came undone. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over her, making her shake and shudder in your arms. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by the sheer force of her orgasm.

As the last aftershocks subsided, she slumped against you, her limbs heavy and satiated. She gazed up at you with hooded eyes, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "That was… incredible," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

You smiled, cleaning her with a wave of your hand, "You're welcome, sweetness." You purr, licking your fingers clean of her release

Nesta watched, mesmerized, as you licked your fingers clean of her release. The sight alone was enough to send another ripple of pleasure coursing through her. You reached out tentatively, your fingertips grazing her cheek in a tender gesture, so different from how she had been finger-fucked by you.

"You're something else," She whispered, her voice filled with awe and admiration. A new hunger sparked within her, one that wasn't quenched yet. She wanted more, more of you, more of this intensity, more of everything that came with this.

"I know," You looked up when the bell rang again to tell someone else had entered, you kiss Nesta's head, "I owe you dinner now, meet me back here at 7 bells." With that, you left her to collect herself.

Nesta stood there, stunned, as you walked away. She felt empty without your presence, the lingering sensations of your touch fading quickly. But she knew she wouldn't forget this moment, nor would she forget the promise of more. Dinner, she'd never been more intrigued by a meal in her life.

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throneofsapphics · 8 months ago

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a present

Nessian x f!Reader

Summary: “Take if off” with Nessian

Warnings: smut, oral (f!receiving), minors dni please!

A/N: for this!

“You’ll watch us tonight,” Nesta told Cassian, the door opening and shutting as the two entered.

The words caught your attention, and you quickly finished the paragraph of the book you were reading - it wasn’t that interesting in comparison, closing it to see her cover your line of sight, the arches of Cassian’s wings visible beyond her. Winking at you, before sliding between you and the headboard, shifting you between your legs, you noticed hair was already loose from its usual crown.

“If that’s alright with you, love,” she murmured in your ear.

You twisted to meet her eyes, noting the mischievous glint, and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Of course.”

Generally, Nesta’s schemes against Cassian, especially to tease him, ended rather well for you.

Her fingers gathered the edges of your nightgown. She slowly slid the fabric up, unveiling you like a present for him. She’d stop every few inches, run her fingers back and forth over her skin, use her thumbs to rub circles into zones you didn’t know could be erogenous.

Cassian broke his silent observing just as her hands reached your stomach. “Take it off,” he growled from the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and visibly struggling with restraint. “Please, Nes,” he added when her hands stopped.

“I thought I said you’d be watching,” she teased, and he threw his head back in a groan.

“Don’t make him suffer too long, love,” you cut in. And make you suffer, you left unsaid.

Nesta hummed, but quickly slid the rest of the fabric up and over your shoulders, tossing it to the side. One hand slid under your thigh, pulling your leg up over hers, leaving you very exposed, and you heard Cassian’s breathing pick up.

A cool breeze brushed right against your core, dragging a whimper from you. Nesta let out a low laugh, and you yelped as she dragged your other leg over hers, spreading her knees as far as you could handle.

“You want a taste?” She asked Cassian, her voice a low purr.

He didn’t bother answering her, instead crossed the room in a few strides, before kneeling between your legs.

Hazel eyes found yours, searching for permission, all you could manage - with Nesta’s fingers now twisting and pinching your nipples - was a nod and a breathy “yes,” it was enough for Cassian.

One hand parting your folds, he dragged his tongue up your center, pausing at the apex of your thighs, “fuck you taste incredible,” he moaned.

You wiggled your hips as much as you could, trying to push yourself against his mouth. He laughed, one hand coming up to pin your hips back against Nesta. One finger teased against your entrance in painfully slow circles, and you couldn’t have pressed forward if you wanted to, now that Nesta had one arm across your lower stomach in an iron grip.

What started as something fun to tease Cassian was quickly turning back on you. In reality, the teasing probably lasted less than five minutes but with the pressure slowly building in your stomach it felt like years.

“Am I going to have to do it for you?” Nesta taunted him.

He snarled, at the idea of you being taken away from him, but finally started pushing you towards relief. Your attempted thanks to Nesta was drowned out by the moans falling from your lips.

You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed with how quickly you finished, his fingers curving to hit the perfect spot, teeth nipping at your clit. Cassian slowed his movements as you rode out your orgasm, Nesta whispering praises in your ear.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Nesta murmured after you managed to regain some control of your breathing, your legs still shaking.

Cassian’s arms slid between the two of you, snatching you from her - he was already halfway to the bath, one you heard the house start to run, before Nesta’s indignant yelp could be heard.

“She’ll get back at you for this,” you mumbled, head against his chest. For some reason, one of Nesta’s favorite little things was to carry you off towards a bath after. The two of you would joke it’s because she ‘couldn’t do it to that big oaf,’ but you both knew she liked to take care of you.

“And you’ll keep benefiting from it,” he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

The House was undeniably on Nesta’s side, considering the water was ice cold when Cassian dipped his fingers in to test it.

“That’s what you get,” Nesta said from the doorway.

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