#nesta is mommy

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

*First Day Of Training

Kinktober 2024: Brat Taming

Eris x Nesta

word count: 1000

cw: Brat taming, spanking, punishment, allusion to sex

"You're going to regret that," Eris murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips as he leaned closer to Nesta.

The air between them crackled with challenge, and Nesta's eyes narrowed in response.

"Is that so?" Nesta's voice was as sharp as the knives she had been known to throw.

"You think you can handle me?"

Her question hung in the air like a dare, and Eris' smile grew more dangerous. He grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and tugged her closer.

"Oh, I know I can," he said, his breath hot against her ear.

Nesta's heart skipped a beat, and she could feel the heat from his body seep into her own. The scent of him was intoxicating, a blend of musk and leather that made her knees weak.

She tried to pull away, but he held her fast.

"Prove it," she spat, her voice betraying none of the desire that was slowly pooling in her core.

With a low chuckle, Eris dragged her over to a nearby chair and sat down, his eyes never leaving hers.

He yanked her over his lap, her skirts billowing up around her waist. The cool air kissed her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. Nesta felt vulnerable, but the thrill of the moment only made her more defiant.

"You've been a very naughty girl," Eris said, his voice thick with amusement.

His hand rested on her backside, a silent promise of what was to come.

Nesta squirmed, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and arousal.

"You're one to talk," she shot back, her voice a sultry whisper.

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing," Eris replied, his voice dropping to a seductive growl. "And you're about to find out just how good I am at it."

Without wasting another second, he raised his hand and brought it down with a firm smack on her plump ass.

Nesta gasped, the shock of the impact sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

She had never felt anything like this before – a strange mix of pain and pleasure that made her want to both struggle free and push back for more.

"You're going to learn to obey me, little brat," Eris said, his voice filled with authority.

His hand rested on her burning skin for a brief moment before it lifted again, delivering another smack. Nesta's breath hitched, and she could feel herself growing wetter.

"You're enjoying this," Eris observed, a smug grin playing on his face. "But that's not enough. You need to learn your place."

He began to spank her in a rhythmic pattern, alternating cheeks, each smack a little harder than the last.

Nesta bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. She could feel the heat from his palm spreading across her ass, the sting growing more intense with every impact.

Her pussy was throbbing now, and she could feel the dampness spreading between her legs.

"Count," Eris ordered, his hand stilling for a moment.

Nesta's breathing was ragged, her mind racing.

This was a game she hadn't anticipated playing with the infamous High Lord, and she didn't know if she could do it. But the look in his eyes, the dominance in his tone, it called to something deep within her, a need to push boundaries and submit.

"One," she murmured, the word barely escaping her lips.

Eris' hand descended again, a little harder this time.

"Two," she counted, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

The sound of his hand slapping against her skin filled the room, the noise echoing in her ears. Her body was alive with sensation, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation of the next smack.

"Three," she managed to get out as another blow landed, making her jolt.

The sting was intense, but it only served to fuel her desire. She felt her cheeks burn not just from the spanking, but also from the embarrassment of her body's traitorous response.

Eris paused, his hand hovering over her reddened skin.

"You're going to count to ten, Nesta. And with each number, you're going to apologize for your disobedience." His eyes bore into hers, a fierce challenge that she couldn't ignore.

Her breath came in short gasps, the heat of his hand branding her.

"Four," she murmured, the word almost a purr. "I'm sorry for questioning you."

"Five," Eris said, his palm coming down with a sharp crack. "And for that smart mouth."

Nesta's eyes watered, but she remained defiant.

"Five," she echoed, her voice shaky with need. "I'm sorry for my mouth."

Eris' hand paused, his gaze darkening with desire.

"Your mouth," he mused, his thumb tracing a slow, teasing circle on her ass. "It's going to get you in trouble one day, little brat."

He smacked her again, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

"Six," she gasped out.

The spanking continued, each smack sending a wave of pleasure rippling through her. Nesta found herself leaning into the pain, craving the next hit as if it were a sweet caress.

Her apologies grew more earnest with each number, the words slipping out between gasps and moans.

"Seven. Eight. I'm sorry for fighting you."

Eris's hand fell harder, and she felt the tension coil tighter in her belly.

"Nine," she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"T..ten," she finally managed, her voice breaking.

He leaned in close, his breath warm on her neck.

"Very good," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how well you've learned your lesson."

He stood, setting her on her trembling legs.

Her ass was on fire, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at his praise.

Nesta turned to face him, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and arousal. Eris's gaze dropped to her heaving chest, and she felt a smug satisfaction knowing she had affected him too.

"Is that all?" she asked, her voice a challenge.

"For now," Eris said, his eyes never leaving hers.

He stepped closer, so close she could feel the heat from his body, and ran a finger down her cheek.

"But don't think for a second that this is over. Your training has just begun."

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[daughter-of-lethe]

Nessian 🔥

Art by: Incendiosketches

[nessiandefenseattorney]

I don’t give a shit about who the next book is about as long as I get this scene:

Nesta and Cassian standing on a mountain of dead bodies of their fallen enemies, back to back, swords drawn, preparing for the next wave of enemies to come. And Cassian says “let’s give them hell, Nes” and Nesta says “gladly, Cassian” and then they unleash themselves on their enemies.

I would eat this shit up so fast.

[thehighladywrites]

this is not a request just. thinking. ik you’re writing the boys as plugs but have we considered. the women.

elain would %100 make her own edible pastries and give them to you in those colourful baggies with a bow. she’d invite you over to “make sure the new recipe I use is good for the next batch.” the watch movies and end up napping on the couch type

feyre would be the best if you’re a newbie and ever curious about anything. %100 is a bit of a push over for you and sometimes gives you a lil gram extra and offer to smoke with you. she would probably teach you (if you dont know) why you should put ice in your bong. i just know she smokes and paints. probably does art nights with you.

Nesta is pretty abrupt, definitely a one and done we dont small talk plug, but she is there for you if you need (like if you’re a newbie and greened out or paranoid or whatever) because she knows how scary it can be to feel out of control with your body. (replace her trouble with canon alcoholism with getting high every night. she knows how it can get to you.) tells you to drink water and sleep it off but is still hanging around when you wake up ‘just in case’.

mor is the plug thats more like a friend. would end up smoking half of the stuff she just sold you because you guys wanted to sesh and hang out. probably gossips about her other customers when you two get really close

idk anything for amren she probably only uses like cbd oils idk :/

anon i dont even know what else to add, this is so perfect😭😭😭 yess i’m agreeing with everything

also amren would probs smoke joints. i imagine her having one between her long manicured nails, she probs use magic on them to make them even more strong/she mixes in some crazy shit orrrr she has a cart, a fancy ass pen with diamonds and gem stones. when she offers u a hit, ur high for hourssss her shit goes crazy tbh, it’s probably borderline venomous

elain would have her own garden where she grows her supply, i imagine she’s a girl plug who have the cutest packages, they’re all pink with cute stickers that say “thanks for supporting my small business”

feyre is the curious one, down to try literally anything. so down to earth and would get high with you and paint you naked. she has one of those loose shirts with buttons and a pair of shorts, her hair is loosely braided as she mixes her colors, she’s so hot i literally need her rn

nesta is so real, like the helping out when u green out part is so accurate. ut her fav customer and she wants to make sure ur okay, she says it’s because she doesn’t wanna loose clients but in reality she likes u. she also throws in extra g’s but doesn’t say shit ab it

mor is forsure the friend turned plug, she put you on to her supply and ever since u buy everything from her. fav activity is eating infused food in public/meetings and trying to act normal. like at the high lords meeting, you eat a shit ton of edibles and then try to concentrate but it’s very obvious bc you both look stoned and you’re paying too much attention to peoples words, it’s not natural

[areyoudreaminof]

Meet Oriana, Nessian’s very wild and musical daughter.

She has a name! Thanks to @kataravimes-of-the-shire for helping me with it. ❤️

Oriana kicked her feet along as she hummed. The picture looked very good, she thought. She colored in the lines she drew, a picture of her, Mama, Papa and her poofy cat, Pudding. She made sure to put the House in there too, Mama said it was part of the family.

“Mrow?”

She turned to Pudding, his round face was cocked with confusion. Oriana sighed as she explained the picture again.

“That’s you and me, and Mama and Papa. I didn’t have green for your eyes though.”

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“I’m ready!” Ori chirped as she bounced into Cassian’s view. She wore her favorite red dress, purple socks, and her sandals were on the wrong feet. In her hand she held her little white Valkyrie ribbon. Cassian chuckled to himself. His daughter was nothing, if not completely her own person. She couldn’t be persuaded to anything, not even breaking the rules.

“Why don’t we take the socks off, it’s not cold outside or inside the Symphony.” Cassian said smoothly, hoping to get her shoes onto the right feet. It’s a miracle she even put her shoes on, Cassian thought to himself. His daughter hated shoes and he lost count of how many they’d lost over the past year.

“Okay,” Ori said, “can I wear my ribbon?”

“Of course you can, would you like me to put it on?”

“Not too tight,” Ori chided as Cassian tied the ribbon around her wild dark hair. Hair that matched his own, but still had that baby fine texture that made it impossible to stay tidy for long.

“Never, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss on her small button nose, a replica of Nesta’s. “Are you ready to go surprise Mama?”

“Let’s go!” Ori squealed as she flapped her wings, launching herself towards the door.

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“That’s me and you and Papa.” Oriana pointed at the figures in the drawing. “I put silver for my eyes and your eyes, cause we have silver eyes. And I used black and red for my wings!” Oriana pointed to the blob shape, “There’s Pudding,” she said, affirming her cat’s presence, “and here’s The House.”

Nesta set the picture down reverently. Grabbing Oriana into a hug, she inhaled the sweet scent of mountain juniper. “I love it so much.” Nesta said softly, kissing Oriana’s face all over. “I’m going to frame it and show everyone in the library.”

[kataraavatara]

theyre literally the same person. but no one wants to hear that. because of the woke.

[intairnwetrust]

Cassian: Mommy Death

Nesta: What did you say?

Cassian: Lady Death. I said Lady Death.

[emeriesmate]

Since everyone seems to hate Nesta, I vote my mean girl should be a true villain.

[theladyofbloodshed]

i do wonder how many of us nesta stans have (unresolved) issues with one or both parents

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

*I Have A Suprise

Kinktober 2024: Dove Fucking

Nesta x Reader

word count: 2500

cw: wlw, dove fucking (boob play), oral, lap dancing, friends to lovers, porn with plot

"You're seriously going to wear that?" Your's voice pierced the stillness of the dimly lit room.

Your eyes widened in mock horror as you took in the sight of your best friend, Nesta, dressed in a form-fitting black dress that accentuated every curve.

Nesta shot you a glare so sharp it could've sliced through the tension in the air.

"It's not like you're one to talk, wearing that," she retorted, gesturing at your own ensemble, which was admittedly more suited for a night out than the quiet dinner you two had planned.

"It's just... I've never seen you in something so revealing," you said, your eyes lingering on her ample chest.

"I mean, those boobs are like the size of my head."

Nesta rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smug smile that tugged at her lips.

"Well, they're not going anywhere, so get used to it," she quipped, turning to face the mirror to give her hair one last fluff with her fingers.

Her dress, which was indeed quite daring, hugged her body in a way that left little to the imagination. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, emphasizing her toned thighs and the curve of her hips.

You couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious next to her.

Nesta caught your reflection in the mirror and chuckled.

"Don't worry," she assured you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You look stunning." With a knowing smile.

You raised an eyebrow in question, and she leaned in closer, whispering,

"I have a surprise for you."

The quiet dinner you'd both planned turned out to be anything but.

You tried to focus on the conversation, but your eyes kept drifting down to the swell of her breasts, the way they seemed to defy gravity with every laugh or sip of wine she took. You felt your own face flush with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.

As the evening progressed, the whispers grew louder from the corner of the room. A small stage had been set up, adorned with velvet curtains and flickering candles.

The anticipation in the air was palpable as a spotlight hit the stage and the music grew louder, a sultry bass that made the floorboards throb.

Nesta's hand tightened on your forearm.

"Remember what I said about the surprise?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

With a wink, she stands from the table and leaves you to watch as her hips sway with every step away from you.

The velvet curtains parted to reveal Nesta, now dressed in a feathery ensemble that left even less to the imagination than her dinner attire. Her legs seemed to stretch on forever, encased in fishnet stockings that led up to a garter belt.

Your jaw dropped as she began to dance, her movements fluid and powerful, showcasing a side of her you never knew existed.

She'd always been confident, but this... this was something else entirely.

The spotlight traced the contours of her body as she moved to the rhythm of the music, hips swaying and breasts bouncing in time with the bass. The other patrons of the restaurant had all but forgotten their meals, their eyes glued to the captivating performance unfolding before them.

A twinge of something uncomfortable gnawed at your chest as you watched her, a cocktail of emotions swirling into a potent mix of arousal and jealousy. You felt your own heart race as the music grew more intense, the notes echoing the pulse between your legs. It was impossible to ignore the way Nesta's eyes found yours in the crowd, holding your gaze as if daring you to look away.

The dance grew more daring with each passing moment, and your eyes were glued to her, drinking in every inch of her exposed skin.

You could feel your breath hitch as she spun around, her thighs, her breasts threatening to spill out of the flimsy top at any second. You'd never seen Nesta like this before, and you found yourself torn between admiration and a desperate need to claim her attention.

The music reached its crescendo, and as the final beat faded away, the curtains closed with a dramatic flourish.

The applause was thunderous.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you waited, unsure of what was to come next. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

The walk home was a blur of giggles fueled by the heady wine and the electricity still crackling in the air. The cool evening did little to quell the fire in your cheeks as you both stumbled down the cobblestone streets, arms entwined to keep each other steady.

Once back at the apartment, the laughter subsided into a warm glow of camaraderie. Nesta sailed through the door.

She turned to you, her eyes darkening to a smolder that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You liked the show?" she purred, her voice dropping an octave.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words. Nesta's smug smile grew wider as she stepped closer.

"Good," she said, her voice a whisper "because I have another surprise for you."

Before you could react, she grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the living room.

The space had been transformed into a makeshift dance floor, with the lights dimmed to a seductive glow. A chair sat in the center, a silent invitation that sent a thrill of anticipation down your spine. Nesta pushed you into it, her hands firm but gentle.

"You enjoyed watching me dance," she murmured, "now it's your turn to feel it."

Her movements were a mesmerizing blend of grace and power as the dinner dress whispering against her skin. Her hips rolled with the sultry beat of the music that filled the room, and your eyes followed every curve as she got closer.

Then she was straddling your lap, her thighs pressing against yours, her breasts mere inches from your face.

The fabric of her dress was so thin that you could feel the heat of her body through it, and the way she moved made your own thighs ache with a need that was as foreign as it was insatiable.

You reached up, tentative at first, to touch the soft skin of her waist. Nesta's eyes never left yours, and she leaned in, her breath hot on your face.

"Is this what you want?" she murmured, her voice a siren's call that you couldn't resist.

Your nod was all the invitation she needed. Her hands found the zipper of her dress and, with a slow, deliberate motion, she slid it down her back.

The dress pooled around her waist, exposing her to you.

Her breasts were full and heavy, the rosy tips peeking out from the lacy bra she wore.

You swallowed hard, your eyes greedily taking in the sight of her. The ache between your legs grew stronger, and you could feel your arousal pulsing with every heartbeat.

Nesta leaned in, her breasts brushing against your cheeks as she whispered,

"You like what you see?" Her breath was sweet and warm, and the smell of her arousal filled the air, making your head spin.

You nodded again, unable to find your voice.

"Good," she murmured, her hands reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. The fabric fell away, and her breasts spilled out, full and inviting.

Her skin was so soft, so warm. You extended a hand out, cupping one of them in your grasp.

She gasped as you gently squeezed, and the sound went straight to your core.

Without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours. Her tongue danced with yours, her teeth grazing your lower lip.

You could taste the sweetness of the wine on her breath, and it made you want her even more.

Your hands slid up her back, tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. The chair creaked under your combined weight, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of her, the taste of her.

Nesta's hand slid down to your face, her fingers tracing the line of your neck, then dipping lower to graze the swell of your own breasts.

You moaned into her mouth as she pinched your nipple through the fabric of your dress. The sensation was exquisite.

You felt your hands roam down her body, finding the bare skin of her waist and sliding up to cup her breasts.

Your thumbs circled her erect nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her lips that spurred you on. Her skin was like silk under your fingertips, and you marveled at the feel of her, the weight of her breasts in your hands.

"Nes-" The moan that escaped your lips was a sound you didn't even know you could make, a raw and desperate sound that seemed to echo in the quiet room.

Nesta's kiss grew more demanding, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip before her mouth moved down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses. You could hear the faint sound of your own breathing, shallow and ragged, mingling with the lewd sounds of Nesta's mouth against your skin.

"You like that, don't you?" she murmured against your throat, her voice a dark promise.

Her hand slid between your thighs, and she didn't bother hiding the smirk when she felt the wetness.

"So wet already," she whispered, her finger tracing a lazy circle around the fabric covering your clit.

You nodded, unable to form words as the pressure grew.

She chuckled, the sound a dark and thrilling melody.

"Say it," she urged, her breath warm against your ear. "Tell me how much you want me to make you come."

Your voice was a needy whisper.

"I...I want it," you admitted, your cheeks flushing. "Please, Nesta."

Nesta's smirk grew into a full smile.

"Since you asked so nicely," she murmured, and with a swift movement, she yanked up your dress, revealing your soaked panties to the cool air.

She traced a finger along the fabric, watching with satisfaction as your hips bucked involuntarily.

With Valkyrie strength, she hoisted you up and carried you to the bedroom.

She tossed you onto the bed, and you watched in awe as she straddled you again, her bare breasts bouncing with the motion.

Her fingers danced down your body, teasing the skin of your stomach before finding the waistband of your underwear.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent them flying across the room.

You gasped as the cool air hit your exposed skin, your eyes never leaving hers.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through your very core. "So eager, so beautiful."

Her hand slid lower, her fingers finding the dampness between your legs.

You bucked at the first touch, a gasp escaping your lips as she began to rub slow, lazy circles around your clit.

"You're so wet," she said, her voice thick with lust. "It's like you've been waiting for this all night."

And maybe you had. You'd never felt this way about a friend before, but as Nesta's skilled fingers worked you, you couldn't help but wonder if you'd been waiting for her all along.

Her eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all she found was an unspoken plea for more.

Her mouth followed the path her hand had traced, her tongue replacing the circles of her fingers. The sensation was overwhelming, the gentle flicks and nips sending shockwaves through your body.

You arched your back, your hips rising to meet her mouth as she suckled and licked with an expertise that spoke of long nights spent exploring her own desires.

You felt her teeth graze the sensitive skin around your clit, and a jolt of pleasure shot through you like lightning.

Your breath hitched as you reached down to tangle your fingers in her hair, urging her closer.

Nesta's moan vibrated against your sensitive flesh, sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tension in your body coiling tighter and tighter with every touch.

But just as you thought you couldn't handle it anymore, she stopped, leaving you gasping for breath.

With a wicked smile, she climbed up your body, her breasts brushing against your thighs. You watched, panting, as her hands cupping the generous mounds of her breasts.

"Ever had your pussy rubbed with these?" she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Before you could respond, she pushed her breasts together, creating a warm, soft cushion that she pressed against your throbbing clit.

The sensation was godly. She'd found the perfect pressure, the perfect angle, and the perfect friction all at once.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as she began to rock her chest against you, her nipples grazing the insides of your thighs.

The feeling was so intense, so new, that you could do nothing but moan and buck your hips up to meet her.

Nesta's eyes never left yours as she worked her breasts against you, her own arousal evident in the flush that stained her cheeks.

The pressure built and built, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You felt like you were drowning in sensation, unable to do anything but clutch at the bedsheets and hold on for dear life.

Your eyes fluttered closed as the tension grew, and you could feel the beginnings of your orgasm coiling in your belly.

"Look at me," Nesta whispered, her voice a siren's call that you couldn't ignore.

You forced your eyes open to find her watching you, her expression a heady mix of desire and power.

"I want to see your eyes when you come for me."

Her breasts slid against your clit, the sensation building with every movement. You could feel the orgasm rising within you, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume you.

Your hips bucked against her, and you moaned her name like a prayer.

"Nes... Nes... oh fuck!"

Nesta's own breath grew ragged, and you could feel her heart racing as she watched you fall apart under her. Her eyes searched yours, looking for the telltale signs of your climax.

"That's it," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm in the storm of sensation. "Come for me, baby."

The words sent you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like a tornado. Your body arched off the bed, your back bowing as the pleasure consumed you. You could feel your muscles tightening, the coil inside you snapping as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

Nesta's eyes never left yours, her own arousal palpable as she watched you come undone.

As your body relaxed, she leaned in and captured your mouth in a fiery kiss, tasting the sweetness of your release.

The moment hung in the air, electric and charged, before she pulled back to whisper against your skin.

"Your turn."

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[daughter-of-lethe]

Bloody Nessian🥵

Bloodtober Nessian.

Mommy and Daddy are so hot covered in blood🥵

Art by: Tonyviento

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Is there going to be more about rhysta 🙈🫣🫣🫣

This is how I know my campaign is working! 😈 My campaign to convince and convert this fandom to the hate-fucking ways of Rhysta! Mwahaha!

But, yes! I'm hoping to have the next part of Baby Night Night soon. I just need to do a little bit of brainstorming about POVs and what comes next first.

I am also hoping to do another Rhysta piece! A modern AU where Nesta and Rhys are academic or work rivals to explain their antagonism (so no Feyre or Cassian involved) but who share some kinks that bring them together in the most carnal type of way, ya feel me? 😏

I was originally thinking of doing it for Rhys Week, but I'm pretty sure the Rhys Girlies will cancel me more than they already have if I do Rhys calling Nesta Mommy for his appreciation week 😂

[thehighladywrites]

Tbh I just need Nesta to throw me over her lap and spank me idk

SPEAK YOUR TRUTH ANON🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[ladydeath-vanserra]

Nesta as Miranda Priestly

NESTA AS MIRANDA PRIESTLY

[noturaveragenatty]

new ink 🗡️🫀