#nesta smut

[thestarlightexpress]

Kinktober Day 7 - Squirting: Nesta x Reader x Cassian

A/N: Y'ALL... I am SO sorry for being AWOL for a hot minute, life got rough and my mental health was not it

TW: sexual themes including polyamory

word count: 1.93k

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NSFW under the cut

You and Nesta were cuddled up on a couch in the House of Wind. Ever since moving to Velaris from the Autumn Court, you and Nesta had been connected at the hip. While you did get along in many aspects, you mainly bonded over your love of smutty books. 

You were both reading a book about a polyamorous relationship, which was a bit out of your normal reading habits. It was quite enjoyable but there was an idea on your mind that you just couldn’t shake.

“Have you and Cass ever done that?” you asked Nesta. She smirked and moved slightly closer to you, her legs pressed up against yours and shoulders brushing. 

“Maybe a few times,” you froze and looked over at her.

You blinked in surprise and to encourage her to continue, “You’re not really just going to say that and not elaborate?”

Her hand reached up and twirled a piece of your hair around her slender fingers, “You didn’t ask for details, just if we had.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Well that is typically how a conversation starts, Nesta. One party offers up a topic and the other engages.” Despite your mild apprehension at the topic on hand, you relied on your trusty, silver-tongued wit to pull you through.

“Well not all of us were raised in the fox’s den of the Forest House.”

“That’s for damn sure. It’s definitely not for the weak.”

You could feel Nesta’s apprehension. You didn’t often speak about the horrors you often witnessed and endured while living as a courtier under Beron’s rule. It was obvious that she wanted to comfort you but didn’t exactly know how, as it wasn’t really in her nature.

Your gaze returned back to the book in your hand, your thighs clenching as you tried to dampen the arousal stemming from the filthy scene gracing the pages. A comfortable silence washed over both of you until Nesta spoke up and threw you for a loop. “You should join us sometime.”

You sat in shock for a few seconds, trying to digest the true meaning of her words. She couldn’t actually be inviting you to sleep with her and Cassian right?

She glanced over at you and her steely gaze raked over your tense body, “No words, love? I thought we just discussed how to have a conversation.” You must be dreaming because this was exactly what she was doing. She was absolutely inviting you to warm their bed with them.

You took a deep breath and tried your best to get your quivering heart under control. 

“Well, I - I feel like an invitation like that necessitates a joint offer from both of you.” 

Nesta smirked at you and tilted her head, “Trust me, sweetheart. It’s a joint offer.” Your cheeks flushed madly and you lightly gasped. The idea of Nesta wanting you was almost too much. Both of them wanting you and agreeing to invite you to their bed? Completely unfathomable.

With his utterly perfect timing, Cassian chose this exact moment to stroll into the living room - coming in from a late afternoon training session. He was of course - because the Mother hated you - shirtless. Your eyes roamed over his glistening muscles, finding your face heating up even more. “And what are you two ladies up to on this fine evening?”

Without looking up at him, “Not much, just mentioning to her what we spoke about the other night.” Cassian perked up at this and slowly strolled over to your side. Addressing just you, “And what do you think about that, love? We’d love for you to join us sometime if you’d like to.”

You peered up at him and decided to play coy, pretending that your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest. “Definitely intriguing, Maybe you’ll see later just how intriguing it is.”

Nesta smirked at your vague acceptance before placing a hand on your thigh and turned to Cassian. “How about you go take a shower - you could use one - and maybe there will be a surprise for you when you’re done.”

He chuckled and sauntered off to their bedroom. She looked over to you, checking for any sign of apprehension. Finding none, she raised a hand to cup your cheek as she looked into your eyes. “Are you sure you’re alright with this? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.” You smiled at this.

“Nes, I haven’t exactly hidden how attractive I find you - both of you, to be honest. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

She visibly relaxed at your assurance. “In that case, come with me.” She grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

Cassian was already in the shower and she guided you to sit back on the bed, calves dangling off the end. Nesta placed her hands on your shoulders before moving to sit in your lap, her legs caging yours. 

Your arms wrapped around her hips, pulling her close to you. She tilted your chin up and leaned down to kiss you. Her soft lips melded against yours as her tongue slipped into your mouth. You were completely content to let her take control. 

One of her hands grabbed yours and slid it down to knead at her ass. You continued to kiss, slowly getting more and more heated as you shed each other’s clothes. Completely forgetting about Cassian in the restroom, you were both almost naked save for small scraps of lace covering your chest. 

When Cassian emerged from the washroom, he just leaned against the doorjamb and watched you. Nesta had shifted you up the bed and was perched on top of you as you laid down. “Am I interrupting something?”, Nesta quickly grabbed a pillow and blindly chucked it at his face. 

You softly pushed both of you up into a sitting position before pulling away from her, “Nes, be nice to him.”

She smirked back at you as her steely eyes ravaged your bare form, “I’ll be nice once he deserves it,” she turned to face Cassian - “You can go wait over there until we’re done and you know better than to touch yourself.”

Cassian sauntered over to the armchair facing the bed. Nesta clambered out of your lap and stood at the edge of the bed. You leaned back on your forearms and looked at her as she kissed up and down your legs. Suddenly, she grasped your ankles and pulled you to her.

She kneeled down and wrapped her hands around your hips as she licked and nipped up your thighs. You brushed a piece of her hair behind her pointed ear before she leaned in to softly lick at your clit. 

Pleasure struck all throughout your body, making your toes curl. She moaned into your wet cunt as her lips wrapped around your clit. You glanced over at Cassian - he was leaning back into the chair, knuckles white with how hard he was gripping the arms of the chair. 

You whipped your head back to Nesta as she nibbled on your bud, causing a new wave of slick arousal to gush out of you. “Eyes on me, love,” She returned her attention to your center as two of her slim fingers slipped inside you. 

The pads of her fingers brushed against that spot inside you, causing light moans and whispered expletives to spill from your mouth. You could hear Cassian writhing in his chair, struggling more and more to stay still as he watched his mate devour your wet cunt. 

Your arousal was starting to overwhelm you, feeling like a wave pulling you under. The pressure started building from the pleasure Nesta’s hands and mouth were giving you and you gave into the bliss washing over you.

Stars graced your fading vision as your hearing muffled. You vaguely registered her moans as you gushed over Nesta’s face and hands. Your floating mind drifted back to your body as she licked the wetness off your thighs and whispered praises, “Good girl, always so good for me.”

She kneeled on the bed next to you, kissing you before swiftly moving you into a sitting position. You looked over at Cassian and smirked. His chest was heaving and his hands were running up and down his thighs, doing his best not to grip his throbbing cock. You slyly motioned him over to you before Nesta grabbed your hand.

“Not yet, he’ll move when I say he can.” 

You glanced over at Nesta and scoffed. “Please Nes, look at him. He’s going to cum just sitting there if you ignore him any longer.”

She glanced back over at him, “Fine, come over here.”

Cassian practically jumped out of the chair and kneeled on the other side of you, running his palm soothingly over your thigh. You glanced down at his cock and lightly gripped it at the base, feeling him twitch in your hand.

You smiled up at him as he groaned at the warmth of your hand. He walked around to stand between your legs, kissing them up and down. “So pretty, doing so well for us.”

His praise immediately went to your head, your hips lightly bucking up towards him. Cassian smirked at you before lightly running his fingers through your wet folds. “Needy tonight, aren’t you?”

You barely suppressed a growl at his teasing, “Be careful, Cassian. Nes and I could easily just ignore you again. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

He smirked down at you before wrapping your legs around his hips and thrusting into you. The full force of him filling up your cunt knocked the breath out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for air as your eyes rolled back in your head.

Nesta gripped your hand and caressed your hair, aiding your heart in returning to a normal rhythm. “Breathe, love. Just relax.” 

His cock felt amazing, brushing up against the best spots inside you in just the right way. “Oh, Mother help me - fucking hell!”

Cassian’s searing grip on your thighs heightens the sensations, already pushing you towards another orgasm. Nesta softly kneaded your breasts for a few moments before moving up to your head, climbing over you, and settling her wet cunt over your face. 

Your hands rose up to her hips, pulling her center down onto your mouth. She moaned and pulled at your hair as your tongue swept through her folds. “Shit baby, right there. Just like that.”

Nesta started to grind her hips above you, spreading her slick all over your face. Her sweetness enhanced your arousal, having you clenching around Cassian’s cock. “Oh that’s it, keep eating that sweet cunt while I stretch you out.” Cassian’s hips bucked into you at a rapid pace, his cock twitching inside of you.

Nesta’s moans pitched up and her breath caught in her throat as she fell over the edge. Her thighs tightened around your head, her slick gushing over your face and chest. Feeling her cum drip off your face unraveled the knot in your core, sending you reeling as you came on Cassian’s cock.

He groaned as you tightened around him and he spilled inside you. Nesta climbed off of you and disappeared into the washroom. As Cassian slowly pulled out of you, Nesta came back with a washcloth and gently wiped you down as Cassian massaged your shaking legs.

Nesta pulled you up and into the middle of the bed, squishing you in between her and Cassian as you cuddled on the bed. You shrugged on Cassian’s discarded shirt, curling up between them. 

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[pit-and-the-pen]

Three's a crowd

Summary: After finding out your mate, Cassian, had slept with Nesta you let slip that you wouldn't mind her joining you and Cassian.

Cassian x reader established relationship, Smut (18+)Female reader, m/f/f threesome, mean dom Nesta, soft dom Cassian, Sub reader, impact play, subspace kinda, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), orgasm denial, lots of praise, lots of safe word checks. Two mentions of spit. 

Idea by the lovely @sarawritestories <3

divider by @tsunami-of-tears

It started out as an innocent story telling session with your family. Nothing out of the ordinary, a bottle or two of wine shared in your cozy living room. Nesta, Emery, Gwen and you sitting on your couches feet tucked up as laughter filled the air. Your mate, Cassian, was out grabbing a few drinks with his brothers at Rita’s so naturally you invited all your friends. 

The hours passed like minutes, Gwen recounting some story about a unicorn that had Nesta and Emery roaring with laughter, shouting over each other with “That’s not how it happened!” “Tell it right, Gwen!”

“What he did like me more. I know you were too busy getting your world rocked by Cas to remember anything correctly but-” Gwen gasped before clamping a hand over her mouth. You felt your eyes widen, letting the words sink in. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I…shit.” The red head knocked back the rest of her glass of wine. Nesta’s cheeks had tinged pink right up to the long tips of her ears. 

“It’s fine. I promise.” You said, taking a long sip of your own. Nesta’s head snapped to yours. 

“What?”

“It’s no big deal. If I got jealous over every person Cassian has ever slept with, I would never know a moment of peace.” You laughed lightly to yourself. And you truly didn’t mind. Maybe only slightly because she hasn't told you but that’s the past. 

“Did I hear my name?” Speak of the devil. Cassian strolled into the living room, pressing a quick peck to the top of your head as he flopped down onto the couch next to you. 

“Only talking about how much of a rake you used to be.” Another laugh drew out of you at his faux scandalized face. 

“Me?” 

“Yes you.” You poked right in between his ribs and he jumped slightly. Playfully batting away your hand. 

“And why, pray tell, are we discussing that?” 

“Gwen said you slept with Nesta. Well I believe her exact words were ‘rocking Nesta’s world’” Cassian’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. You brushed a gentle hand on his cheek. “And I was just telling her that I’m fine with it.”

“You are?” You only nodded, draining the rest of your wine glass. 

“It was forever ago. I haven't even met you yet.” He tried to explain, words tumbling out. 

“Cas.” You cut him off, placing a hand on his thigh. “I really really don’t mind. I mean who wouldn’t want to sleep with Nesta.” It was your turn to blush. The sound of Gwen sputtering reminded you that you were in your very full living room that suddenly felt very small. You shot up to your feet, nearly stumbling over your own limbs. 

“I’m going to grab more wine.” You practically shouted and turned to leave the room. Trying not to run to the small wine cabinet, you were cursing yourself mentally. 

“You got out of there pretty fast.” Cassian said, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to look her in the eye again.” You groaned, pressing your forehead against the cool wood of the cabinet. 

“Very easily actually. Did you mean it though?” 

“What part?” Your breath hitched in your throat as Cassian kissed up your neck. 

“Do you want to sleep with Nesta?” Your heartbeat sped up as you tried to fight back the thoughts. Nesta was gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that. And you’d be lying if you said you never considered it. You loved your mate wholeheartedly but there was nothing wrong with looking. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Cassian to point out a fae or two that caught your eye at Rita’s, so this was no different. 

“Princess?” Cassian froze, mouth hovering right over your pulse point. 

“Would you be mad if I said yes?” Your voice was small, cheeks burning hot. He chuckled against your neck, continuing his path of kisses. 

“No.” His mouth was right against your ear. “Do you want her to join us in our bed?” He practically purred it and you gasped as his teeth toyed with your ear lobe. You could only nod your head. “Interesting. I’ll talk to her. But, be warned princess. She’s just as vicious in bed as she is out of bed.” He left one final bite to the column of your throat and unwrapped himself from around you. Leaving you trembling and wondering just exactly what you had gotten yourself into. And oh so excited for it. 

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“Why don’t you go over your colors for Nesta, Princess.” Cassian’s hand rested lightly on your jaw, tugging your face up to look at him. You knelt in front of him, naked with your palms resting on your thighs.

“Yes, General. Green is okay, yellow means slow down or I’m starting to get uncomfortable. And red means stop.”

“Good girl.” Cassian said, running a hand through your hair. “And if you can’t talk? Like if Nesta was sitting on that pretty little face of yours?” Your breath hitched at the image he painted for you. You licked your lips as you let your mind wander. A slight tap on your head pulled you out of your dirty thoughts. 

“Right. One tap is good, two means slow down, and three is stop.” 

“Good girl. Now our rules are I can touch you, Nesta, but no fucking. Anything else I’m missing, princess?” 

“No, General.”

“Alright. Now show Nesta just exactly how good you can be.” He stepped back, letting Nesta step in front of you. 

“Can I touch you?” She asked, eyes roving over your naked form. She still had on a silk robe, tied loosely but covering anything that mattered. 

“Yes.” You said and her hand instantly tangled into the roots of your hair, pulling your head back to the ceiling. A small yelp left your mouth and she gave you a feline smile. 

“Oh you’re going to be fun to play with.” 

Nesta didn’t waste time before she had you ass up on the bed. Circling you with your favorite paddle in her hand. Your head was in Cassian’s lap, his straining cock right in front of you, throbbing, as you ran the tip of your tongue out to trace the veins that ran underneath. 

A loud smack filled the room and your shriek died off to a moan. 

“No touching him, yet.” She called out. You whimpered and Cassian ran a gentle hand through your hair. Another smack. 

“No touching her either, General.” She teased. “You have to earn touching him.” One more smack, harder than the others. Your foot kicked up at the feeling. The tinge of delicious pain that ran through you making you moan loudly. 

Nesta delivered hit after hit until tears stung your eyes. Cries bubbling out of your throat. Cassian’s cock was leaking, listening to your sweet noises but not being able to touch you. His hands were clenched tight by his side, fighting the urge to thread his fingers into your hair and push you down onto his aching cock. 

One last smack pulled a yelp from your throat. Slightly different from the others. Cassian swore under his breath. 

“Gods Nesta. I don’t even hit that hard during punishments.” He tapped your cheek lightly, asking for your eyes on him. You did so instantly. “Color?”

“Green. Very much green.” 

Another sharp hit, the paddle whipping through the air. 

“Is that how you address him?” Nesta asked. You shook your head. 

“No. I’m sorry, General.” 

Cassian had his eyes narrowed on Nesta as he answered you. “It’s okay, Princess. You’re doing great.” You didn’t need to see Nesta to know she rolled her eyes, a small sigh leaving her lips. 

“Aren’t you just dying to get your mouth around him?” She purred as her hand started rubbing at your now red backside. You nodded, which earned you a small snack with her hand this time. 

“Gods. Yes.” You answered. Her hand gently ran up the curve of your back, her lithe body following it until she was leaning over you. 

“Then put that pretty mouth to use, or is it only good for screaming?” You didn’t get a chance to answer before she tangled a hand into your hair and pulled you onto Cassian rock hard cock. His loud moan echoed through the room as he instantly hit the back of your throat. You gagged, trying to breathe through your nose. A string of curses left his mouth and his hand tried to rest on your head. The sound of a sharp slap filled the room as Nesta smacked his hand away. 

“I didn’t say you could touch her yet.” She hissed and pulled you off of him. A string of spit connecting your lips and the tip of him. “Color?” She asked you, you didn’t hesitate. 

“Green.” 

Her eyes flickered back to Cassian.

“See. She can take it. Now keep your hands to yourself before I tie them up.” She winked and that was all the time you got before she was pushing you back down onto Cassian. You were better prepared this time. Relaxing your throat and taking a short breath through your nose. Nesta praised you as she pulled your head up and down, controlling your every move. You were a whining mess under her as you wanted to be able to touch Cassian, run your hands up and down his thick thighs, cup his heavy balls the way that would make him moan your name and have him spill down your throat. 

“Enough.” She said and pulled you off of him again. She kept tugging until you were sitting on your knees, chest heaving as you gulped down precious air. Her hands rest lightly around your neck and she pushes you back against the bed, your hair hanging over the edge. 

She slings her legs over your chest, putting all of her weight right in the center. She curls a finger at Cassian, beckoning him to you. 

“Make her scream, General.” She purrs at Cassian and that’s all it takes for him to throw your legs apart. He runs a finger through your folds and groans when he finds you soaked. He thrusts two fingers into you, scissoring them to stretch you out for him. 

“Are you ready for me, princess? Think you can take me?” He coos and you cry your yes. Followed by a string of please. The words die off in your throat as he pushes his tip in. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your mate entering you. 

Cassian sinks into you fully as Nesta’s fingers give your nipples a harsh tug. Your moan is quickly cut off by her thumb sliding into your mouth. 

“I think that’s a much better use for that loud mouth of yours, don’t you think Cas?” Your skin flushed as she talked about you like you weren’t even there. Cassian’s only answer was a sharp thrust of his hips, a move that would have sent you further up the bed if it wasn’t for Nesta’s weight on the center of your chest. His finger rubbing tight lethal circles on your clit. 

“Fuck. Everytime, it’s like you were made for me.” He spoke through clenched teeth. Slowing his thrust down to let you feel every inch of him. 

Your eyes shut close as you felt that coil tighten in your stomach. Biting into Nesta’s thumb as you fought back screams. Your body jolted when Nesta gave your breast a sharp slap. 

“Not yet.” Was all she barked before she pressed that same hand low on your belly. Your body shook as it only served to amplify every thrust, singeing every nerve in your body. 

Your head starts to feel a little fuzzy, slipping into that delicious headspace that only Cassian could give to you. Your hand sneaks across the bed, searching for his warm hand to stop you from fully floating away, not entirely sure of yourself with Nesta around. Nesta’s foot comes to rest on your wrist, pinning it down hard enough that you gasp. Nesta’s weight is off of you instantly. Cassian slipping out of you with a growl. Blinking off the haze in your eyes, you see Cassian holding Nesta’s neck lightly. 

“Cool off Nes.This is her first time. If my mate wants the comfort of my touch, then that’s what she gets. Do you understand?” Cassian growls. Something in Nesta’s eyes switches. That hard edge melts away and a flush rises over her cheeks. She mumbles something under her breath. 

“What was that?” His tone is softer now. Nesta’s eyes don’t meet his. 

“Yes sir.” Her voice is shaky.

Cassian’s eyebrows raise in question. He removes his hand from her neck, sliding it down her body. She shudders at the contact. Cassian leans in close until his mouth is just an inch away from her ear.

“I think you can do better than that, right Nes?” Nesta’s eyes flicker to you. You give her a small nod of encouragement, eyes wide at the scene unfolding in front of you. Still hazy from the orgasm you had been denied. 

“Yes, sir.” Nesta’s words are more firm. Cassian groans at the tone. 

“Better. Now I think we owe our girl over there something, don’t you?” Nesta bites her lip and nods. 

Cassian turns his attention to you “Color, princess?” 

“Y..yellow.” You stuttered out. “Just wanna touch you.” Your voice was small and shaky. The tell tale sign that you were starting to get overstimulated. 

“Are you okay with Nesta staying?” 

You think for a second then nod. His eyes soften and he runs a soothing hand through your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead and you all but melt against him. Dipping your head down to rest in the crook of his neck. His arms wrap around you and he shifts you to his lap, making you straddle him. 

“Like this?” He asks and you nod again. You raise your hips and whimper as you sink down onto him. You throw your head back as he bottoms out, hitting that sweet spot inside you right away. He gives you a few breaths to adjust to the new position. Then he hooks an arm over your shoulder and grinds you down on him, short quick thrusts that pull high pitched mewls from you. 

“Nesta.” You say between cries. The blonde was quickly by your side. You grabbed her cheeks between your hands and pulled her lips to yours. She swallowed every one of your moans, chasing them like they were oxygen. 

One of your hands snaked down her smooth stomach, feeling every muscle that her training has given her until you reach between her thighs. You trailed a tentative finger through her center. Drawing a moan from both of you as you circled her clit, applying the pressure the same way you would to yourself. Her hips bucked at the contact. Her own hand cupping the back of your head as the other started playing with your nipples. You slipped a finger into her, the sound of both of your slick filling the air. You paced your finger to the timing of Cassian’s thrusts. Your legs were shaking around Cassian and he moaned as you clenched around him. 

“Good girl. Fuck, you gonna cum all over my cock?” You moaned your yes. Not pulling away from Nesta’s soft lips. She nipped at your lower lip as you added another finger into her. Trying to get her to her own release. 

“Go ahead. Gods, you’re squeezing me like crazy, princess.” His words mixed with the sharp tug on your nipples had your whole body tensing. You pulled away from Nesta, fingers stilling inside of her as you came so hard you saw stars. Nesta held your head, Cassian wrapping his arms tight around your waist to crash you against him. Your ears were ringing but you could hear both of them whispering their praises in your ear. A few harsh thrusts from Cassian had him panting your name as he spilled into you. A loud keen flowing from your lips as he fucked you both through it. You're both panting, heads resting against each other when you remember you still had two fingers buried in Nesta. 

You pull off of Cassian, feeling his cum drip down your thigh as he slips out of you. 

“Lay down for me Nes.” You say as you pull your hand away from her cunt. She gives you a sleepy smile and does just that. You make a big show of slipping your fingers into your mouth. Moaning at the taste of her. You’re rewarded with her sharp inhale. You smile down at her and start trailing kisses down her chest. Lower, delivering a soft nip to her stomach, her hip, the inside of her thigh. She tilts her hips up to meet your mouth and you feel Cassian pin her hips to the bed. You look up at the both of them as you lower your mouth to Nesta’s center. 

She moans loudly as you lick a soft stripe between her folds. Her hands are instantly tangling in your hair. You circle her clit with your tongue, once, twice then you tap Cassian’s wrist once. Signaling him to let her go. That’s all it takes for her to start bucking against your face. Using that hand in your hair to push you closer into her. 

You can sense her growing frustration and sneak your hand up, teasing those same fingers inside of her again. Her back arches off the bed and she rides your face. Pushing your fingers deeper inside of her. You curl your fingers, searching for that rougher patch and almost smile when she curses loudly. Her moans quickly raise in pitch. Swears mingling with a garbled version of your name. Her legs try to clamp around your head but Cassian keeps a hand on her knee to stop her. Her moans turn into small mewls as her legs start to shake. You flick your eyes up and lock them with hers. That’s all it takes for her to fall apart on your tongue. Hips still bucking against your face as she rides out her high. You don’t stop your fingers until she’s pushing you away lightly. You drink up every drop off her arousal, leaving her glistening with a mix of it and your spit. You smile widely up at her as she pants, chest heaving, staring up at the ceiling. Her cheeks are tinged pink and she looks so pretty that you want to kiss her. So you do. A much softer kiss than the one you shared earlier. 

When you pull away and turn your face to your mate, you see him hardening against his thigh again. 

“Round two?” You turn back to Nesta, biting your lip. She quickly nods before Cassian is attaching his lips to yours. The groan that you pull from him lets you know just how long this night will be.

[redr0sewrites]

threesome with nesta + cassian from acotar during the frenzy? i love both characters sm and saw u were taking reqs :>

hhhhh yes they are soooo fine

🥀Cw: SMUT!!!, threesome/poly, gn!reader, dirty talk, mating frenzy

🥀minors dni

cassian and nesta are wonderful partners, but when it comes to the mating frenzy??? they are literally SO overprotective and horny i just know it

from the minute the frenzy starts to the minute it ends the three of you are all over eachother. they both definitely enjoy spit roasting, with Cassian fucking you senseless while Nesta rides your face. they will absolutely make out while on top of you, and if she's feeling especially cruel, Nesta would absolute play with your clit/cock while Cassian fucks you

Nesta would be sooo mean!!! she definitely uses your sensitivity and horniness against you, even though she's just as insatiable. Nesta and Cassian are pure opposites when it comes to dirty talk, and they'll switch up on you until your fuzzy with pleasure. one minute Nesta could be spitting out the cruelest words and condescending remarks while Cassian praises you with no end in sight, and the next minute Nesta could be pampering you and praising you while Cassian whispers the filthiest shit in your ear and calls you his little slut. they are genuinely so versatile in bed, and that's only amplified during the frenzy

if you are more of a dominant person, you and Nesta DEFINITELYYYYY team up on Cassian at least a fee times, until he's all overstimulated and subby :( if you have a dick he woukd absolutely adore being pegged, but he would deny it to no end. if you don't thats ok too, you can still use a strap which will lead to the same effect- a wrecked and needy Cassian

USE HIS SENSITIVE WINGS AGAINST HIM. you and Nesta on either side of him while he's restrained, gently caressing his wings and teasing his thighs, but not touching his painfully hard cock. he'll be whimpering in minutes, he just needs you so much!

Nesta is a bit harder to team up on, but it can be managed. you'd have to start off slow, praise her and feed her ego. she loooves being pampered when she's subbing and is def a bratty pillow princess. she'll be very pliant and down for whatever, but COMPLAINS the entire time about how she can't feel a thing. so, in response, you and Cassian work together to fuck her SENSELESS. the easiest way to break her down is with incessant praise, she absolutely meltsssss

your all big fans of marking, like your all walking out of your 3 week frenzy with claw marks, hickies, and bruises on every available inch of your bodies'. your definitely gonna be wearing turtlenecks for a few weeks lmao.

you guys definitely prioritize aftercare a lot though. you always pause between sessions to get food and water, and y'all definitely bathe together. it's not always spicy either, sometimes bathing during the frenzy was intimate but not in a sexual way. lots of massages over sore muscles and praise were shared, and bathing together is one of your favorite memories of the frenzy (besides the filthy, steamy sex 💀)

honestly yall probably spend a week after the frenzy just SLEEPING and snuggling together after like barely sleeping for so long 💀

"fuuuck Nes," Cassian groaned between sloppy kisses above you, aligning his cock with your aching hole. Nesta shudders as you moan, sending vibrations against her clit. she was sitting on your face, muscular thighs framing your head as she grinded down against your tongue. Cassian was sliding his aching cock against your hole, grinding down between your folds/ass. you were already wet with preparation from your previous rounds, but the sloppy sounds of Nesta and Cassian making out above you only turned you on more.

Slowly, Cassian thrusted inward, watching in admiration as his cock sinks into your hole. "fuck, baby, takin' me so well," he murmurs, and pulls Nesta back into a breathy kiss. you whine, the fullness of his dick inside you making your clit/cock twitch with need. Nesta's hand travels lower and lower down your sternum, reaching for your pulsing sex. nimble fingers toy with your clit/dick as Nesta's thighs tremble with need.

your tongue works wonders against her aching cunt as Cassian sets a brutal pace. teeth and tongue clash together above you as your two mates make out, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. you can tell Nesta is getting close from her breathy whines, and the way her thighs tremble with each roll of her hips against your face. Cassian's cock twitches inside you as Nesta lets out an especially wanton moan, and your back arches in response.

Cassian's dick hits a sweet spot inside you that you barely knew existed, and you moan against Nesta's clit. her hips buck against your face as her orgasm washes over her, and you can feel the coil in your abdomen tightening as well. a string of curses leaves Nesta's lips as you grip onto her thighs, pulling her through her high as you continue to eat her out. Cassian nearly comes at the sight, his two perfect mates deep in their own pleasure.

Nesta's swift fingers keep working at your clit/cock until your clenched tight around Cassian, your hole practically sucking him in with each thrust. "shit, 'm gonna-" Cassians voice cracks into a moan as his orgasm tears through him. you mewl and buck your hips as he fucks you through your own high, Nesta's thighs squeezing your head as your mind glazes with pleasure.

"don't suffocate them Nes," Cassian murmurs, pulling out as you both come down from your post-orgasmic high. "oh please, they can take it. can't you, doll?" Nesta coos, and you struggle to nod from beneath her thighs. Cassian shoots her a look, and she crawls off of you. the mattress dips as she lays down besides your panting form, and she gently runs her fingers over your stomach, tracing upwards to cup your cheek.

"we weren't too rough, were we?" the question is spoken softly and genuinely, and you shake your head. "don't worry, 'm fine, Nes. just a little tired", you chuckle, and Cassian lays down on your other side. he pulls you both close, his wings enveloping you all and dousing the soft light from a nearby lantern. "lets all get some rest then, shall we?" you and Nesta both nod, worn out from hours of passionate lovemaking. as you begin to drift off to sleep, you can't help but think about how blessed you are to have such wonderful mates.

help the smut is so mid but i'm too tired to edit IM SORRRRRYYYY- I LOVED THIS REQUEST SOOO MUCH THOOOOOO I NEEEEED TO WRITE FOR ACOTAR MORE CASSIAN AND NESTA R SOOO FINEEEE LMAO

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Keep It Up

Kinktober Day 19: Nesta x Reader [Praise]

Summary: Nesta let's you know just how good you are for her.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, FF

Word Count: 2,328

Notes: Don't come for me it's my first time writing FF.

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“Would you look at that,” Nesta says, blue-gray eyes drinking you in as she rounds the bed. You crane your neck, following her movements, desperate to watch her reactions, to hear those words you want to hear fall from her lips. 

You’re naked, legs spread wide for her to see. Your body is flushed from head to toe, chest heaving a little as you come down from your first orgasm of the night. The one where Nesta had sat on the plush couch across the room and watched you, demanded it from you. You whimpered loudly, back arching off of the plush bed as you worked your fingers through your folds, circling your clit as you stared at her, eyes wide and nearly begging for her words.

She hadn’t given them to you. Not yet. You know how Nesta likes to play, you earn your praise like the good girl you are or you don’t get her hands, her mouth, her words. “Look at me,” and you did. “Another finger,” and you obeyed. “Cum for me.” Yes, yes, yes.

“Please, Ness.”

Your cunt glistens in the soft lighting dotted along shelves stuffed with books. There’s no warmth in the room, not a fire in the hearth, and your nipples hurt from the tightness, the cold licking over them. You ache to have her warm mouth on them, licking, sucking, biting. Gods, you need her.

Nesta prowls closer. She moves with such grace, it’s a surprise she hadn’t been fae her entire life. With a preternatural elegance, she slowly unhooks the straps of her dress from her shoulders, revealing pale, perfect skin that dips down to her glorious, full breasts. 

You hadn’t seen her in days, off on a mission in the Winter Court on Rhysand’s command. It hadn’t been anything terribly serious, emissary duties with an ally of Night shouldn't have taken as long as it did, but the stipulations had changed on Kallias’ part, and you’d been told to stay within the ice palace until you could convince them to agree to your High Lord’s terms.

And you’d done it, but not without missing your mate. The crystals hanging from the ceilings reminded you of her eyes, her sharp wit and less than warm personality. It’s what you love the most about her, though, because while she may be cold and unfeeling towards others, with you, she’s different.

You get the greatest gift of all, her warmth. There isn’t enough to share with the rest of the world, so it’s mostly kept within the confines of your bedroom. You don’t mind, though, because there are often times where you don’t leave the chambers for days. And those are your favorites. And exactly where you hope this night is leading to.

“All pink and pretty for me, aren’t you?” Nesta praises, coming to kneel between your legs. She drinks in the sight of your glistening cunt, shining just for her. Your fingers are still stuffed inside of yourself, moving at a slow pace as you try to work through the sensitivity from your orgasm. “How about a proper welcome home?”

“Yes,” you hiss, spreading your legs wider for her to see the entirety of your eager, dripping cunt.

Icy fingers trail the expanse of your warm legs, from calf to bent knee. Nesta’s gaze is pinned to your weeping cunt, begging for her to touch. The softness of her stroking fingers doesn’t surprise you, she looks more enamored with how ready you are for her than anything else.

“Did you miss me, mon amour?” she questions, right as she brushes her knuckles across your throbbing clit. Her gaze finally flickers to yours, catching how your lips part to suck in a sharp breath at the feeling, your breasts rising with the action.

“I missed you so much, Ness,” you add softly, taking a moment to meet her gaze full on, nothing but honesty in your eyes. Her gaze softens, and you send those yearning feelings down the bond, diminishing now that you’re back together with your mate. “It hurts to be away from you.”

She sighs softly, a shiver working up her spine. It’s a comfort, to know that you feel the same as she does, like she’s missing a limb when you’re not around. She tends to lock herself away from others while you’re out of town, more irritable when you’re not there to keep her calm. 

Nesta leans over you, pressing her lips against yours. It’s slow, soft, and sensual, everything you’ve been missing all in this kiss right here. Paired with a finger sheathing into your cunt, all the way to her knuckle, it’s everything.

“We’re together now, mon amour, let’s make the most of it.”

She knows exactly what she’s doing, too. How to work your clit in tight circles, the quickest way to get you to reach your orgasm. You whine. You don’t want this to be fast, you want all of her attention on you all night, and the morning, and the entirety of your time until you’re whisked away on another mission from Rhys.

“Ness,” you mewl, eyes wide and pleading.

Her chin is lifted, eyes looking down at you and she jerks her fingers faster, twisting them to brush across the bundle of nerves you’re crying out for her to touch. Her pose exudes dominance, even though there’s no one else she needs to be proving this to, with you pinned by the movements of her fingers, it’s pretty clear what role you’re playing in this sexual act.

“Don’t hold back,” your name is a demand on her lips, and the tightness coiling through your cunt tells her that you’re trying to keep yourself from cumming, all to keep her fingers inside of you a little longer. “Cum for me, and I’ll give you my face.”

Her words make you explode, fingers digging into her soft skin as you cling to her, trying to claw your way through the dark. Your mind is muddled and Nesta keeps up her quick actions, sliding her fingers in long strokes, working you through that incredible feeling coursing through her body until you’re limp in the bed, unable to open your eyes.

“That was…” you trail off because you can’t find the words. Incredible. Magnificent. Extraordinary.

“You’re doing so well for me, mon amour,” Nesta says, finally leaning down beside you. Your naked bodies press tightly together as you roll, facing her. Her eyes have gone a touch soft and she lifts the hand between your legs, hushing you softly when you whimper from the loss. You’re all wet and warm, but the ache for her never ends, not really. 

Nesta lifts her glistening fingers between the both of you, pressing them against your slightly parted lips. There’s a hunger in her eyes that has you clenching your thighs again, but she’s wedging her leg between yours, and you grind down on the muscle of her thigh. 

“Be a good girl and clean me up,” she says, and you don’t hesitate, sucking her fingers into your mouth. The taste of yourself floods your senses and the bond in your chest goes warm. It makes you preen, when she shows you her delight by shooting soft feelings down the tether of your souls. It’s almost as good as hearing those words coming from her lips. “That’s it, just like that.”

You moan, gyrating against her leg, soaking her skin. Your fingers find her body to hold her tightly as you do, stimulating yourself on newly formed muscles from Valkyrie training. One particular grind has you weak and desperately trying to work yourself faster.

Nesta watches you with bright eyes. When any semblance of your slick is gone from her fingers, coating your mouth, does she finally remove them, grabbing your hip and pulling you further into her body. She leans in, devouring your mouth, licking your taste as you brush your tongue against hers, giving it to her eagerly. 

In a bold—needy—move, you snake your hand between the two of you, sliding between her legs to touch her. She’s warm, wet between her legs and she gasps against your mouth when you slide your fingers between her folds, brushing right up against her swollen clit. In retaliation, she nips harshly at your lip before soothing it over with her tongue.

You can be daring when you want, when you need to feel her as much as she needs you, and Nesta loves it when you do. So, you make work of it, falling into the feeling of her mouth, her thigh between your legs and your fingers between hers, working each other up as you kiss, touch, and grind against the other, a pile of tangled limbs in the middle of your plush bed.

The heat in your gut is present again, a burning through your loins that has you panting against Nesta’s mouth. “I’m—mph—I’m going to cum.”

“Louder,” she moans into your mouth, accepting it. “Let me hear you.”

Except, that she’s pulling away. And it hits you like a wave against a rocky shore, that she isn’t asking to hear your cries of pleasure, but those begging ones that you sound so fucking pretty making. 

“Please, Ness, I need to—”

“Need what, mon amour? Need to cum? How? Want my mouth? My hands? My cunt?” Nesta teases, licking hot down the skin of your throat. You arch off of the bed, flattening your head to the pillow to give her more space to work. She climbs down your body, pressing her hips flush against yours as she works. You can hardly even think when she suctions a tight nipple into her mouth, laving over the nub with her tongue. She nips at them, sucks harshly, her free hand playing with the one she doesn’t have her mouth on. Your fingers bury in her long hair, caressing the nape of her neck as she works. 

The bucking of your hips for friction does nothing to distract her. That’s your Nesta, hard-willed and determined. Determined to leave her mark across your skin in any way possible, love bites sucked into skin, bruises shaping your hips, teeth marks gone red with nearly broken skin. If you could tattoo her on your skin you would. Maybe you should make a bargain with her so that fantasy can come true. You want your skin, your aura, to reflect how you feel for Nesta on the inside, the mating bond thrumming with love.

“I need to cum,” you pant, but that much is obvious. Nesta licks a long stripe from your navel to the base of your throat and blows air on it. The sensation turns you dizzy. “Want to cum on your cunt, Ness.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” she grins against your skin, pulling away to give you what you ache for. She slots herself against you and you groan from the sensation of her hot cunt pressing against your own. Unable to control yourself, you roll your hips, enjoying the sound of pleasure Nesta releases as you take charge. “C’mon, mon amour. Show me what those hips do.”

Fervor consumes you. You’ve orgasmed once on Nesta’s fingers and it hadn’t been enough. To edge you further, she’d nearly had you cumming against her thigh as you rutted into her like a teenager getting off for the first time. It should’ve been embarrassing, but with the way she was kissing you, you were anything but.

The remnants of your lost orgasm creep back slowly. Nesta’s noises help a lot, and the way she’s grinding just as desperately against you, throbbing clits pressed tightly together with each stroke of your hips, adds to the building in your stomach. 

You’re both so wet for each other, soaked cunts slick and noisy as you move. You bite at the skin on her pale throat as her head is thrown back and she cries out with a wail that makes your clit pulse, beating in reaction.

“Gods, Ness,” you sigh, “You’re fucking beautiful.”

She hums, pulling you closer, hands guiding your hips as you fuck against her. The position she puts you in stimulates you more, like a part of your subconscious had been holding back, wanting to fuck your mate for as long as possible. 

“Right there,” she croons, lashes fluttering over intense gray eyes. “Right there! Yes, yes, that’s my good girl—”

Those words always unlock something within you. You lose all control of your body but Nesta’s there to guide you through it, soft words pressed into your skin as she encourages you towards the orgasm clenching your cunt.

“Right there!”

“If you keep making those noises, mon amour, I’m going to cum.”

You keep it up, releasing yourself and falling fully into it. You moan louder, more languid, drawing it out until Nesta is jerking against you and cumming with a cry of her own. Her grip on your body is strong, as if locking the muscles on her convulsing body will stop you from grinding yourself against her. It doesn’t. You move faster, reveling in her soft moans she makes, the bite of her fingers against your forearms. You’re chasing your own orgasm like hell, and the pool of Nesta’s hot cum that slides across your cunt is what does it for you.

“Fu-uck, Ness!” You cum with a cry and now you’re both a mess of jerking limbs and clinging to each other like the searing heat coursing through your blood is trying to separate you. You bury the rest of your noises in her mouth, needing to feel her against your mouth as euphoria wracks your body.

“So good,” she sighs, when the both of you melt into each other, the bed. She brushes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it sweetly behind your ear and presses her lips to your cheek in a chaste kiss. “So good for me.”

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[littlest-w01f]

Handmaid

Neris x Maid Reader

NESTA MASTERLIST

ERIS MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Nesta and Eris married years ago, and the personal handmaid Eris had allocated to Nesta is too pretty for her to not stare

Cw: Nudity, smut, MxFxF, slight temperature play my first time writing smut 18+ MDNI

A/N: Constrictive criticism welcome (pls tell me I did good)

You were a gift to Nesta Archeron-Vanserra the day she married the High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra. You were in charge of taking care of her and helping her get used to being a royal in the Autumn Court. You and Nesta had formed a sort of friendship in the years she had been in your court.

Recently, you had tried your best to ignore the stares Lady Death gave you while you did her hair, the eyes she had fixed to your breasts, tight in your corset, but you could always feel her eyes on you, and every curve on your body.

It was delusional, you told yourself, the High Lady of Autumn would never look at you for longer than necessary, not when she had the High Lord wrapped around her finger since they had gotten married, you felt her stare because you wanted her to.

Nesta's voice called you from her bath while you were setting up some new clothes that Eris had gifted her, blushing a little at the lingerie you were putting away. "y/n?"

You moved quick the second you hear her voice, "My lady, is everything alright?" You pause outside the door, not wanting to walk in while Nesta was bathing.

"Come in, y/n" Nesta's voice called, you looked at the door and decided to open the door, entering.

A deep blush covered your cheeks as you looked at Nesta in all her naked glory, your eyes travelling down her curves, the scent of lavender and her arousal in the air. Your eyes stayed on her curves, her full breasts, soft abs and wide hips calling to you, the way she moved in the tub seemed to taunt you.

She had a smirk on her face as she set her foot on the edge of the tub, throwing a scrub to you which you instantly caught, "I was hoping you could help me."

You pause, eyes snapping back to hers, "Yes. Yeah... Yes, I can, my lady."

You nod, taking a seat at the foot of the tub, you could feel Nesta's cat-like grin as you began scrubbing her leg, as your hand reached her thigh she spread her legs, making you blush harder as she lay bare in front of you. You kept up your work, helping Nesta, helping Nesta do something she liked to do herself.

Your hand glided up her legs, the scent of both your arousals scented the air, but neither of you commented on it. You blushed lightly, a tightness ster in your stomach, heat on your core, feeling her eyes on your cleavage from your dress as you focused on her legs, thighs, hips, and her cunt as she brought down her hands to wash away the soap on her inner thigh.

You swallowed as Nesta got up, and you mindlessly handed her a towel, she thanked you and got out, not before fully brushing against you, her body pressed against yours, "Thank you, gorgeous. For the help." She breathed down your neck, you were sure she grazed her teeth against your pulse point, a feel of something cold, but you were too zoned out to think clearly to know.

Then she left you alone in the bath, probably changing as you stayed near the tub, collecting yourself while your dress had gotten water on it from her body. You looked at yourself in the mirror, maybe you weren't delusional, or maybe you would soon lose your job if Nesta were to tell Eris of what happened. The place still smelled of Nesta's arousal mixed with yours.

You left the bathroom when you were sure Nesta had left to retire to your room in the servant's chambers and when you opened the door, you found Eris already standing near your bed. Your heart dropped, you were about to lose your job. Four hundred years of this very well-paying job as a maid of the Vanserra family, and you were about to lose it over being stupid.

"My lord, I..." You spoke, wanting to defend yourself, but Eris silenced you with a look and inching closer to you, perhaps, your body had given up wanting to keep your job because your arousal flowed again just by the look of fire in his eyes.

"Hush now, sweetheart," Eris brought his slender finger to your lips, a sly fox-like grin on his face as he stalked closer, "Nesta's been talking about you, in ways I wonder if females don't talk of their friends."

You held your breath as he spoke, his fingers traced your cheeks, "I don't really think that females talk of their friend's body in such great detail, nor do they get aroused that the simple thought of fucking them."

"I'm sorry-" Eris covered your mouth with his hand to silence your apology.

"Oh, you're not at fault." Eris chuckled softly, "Not at all, I'm just here with an offer."

"You see, as a good husband, I am quite open to anything my darling wife wishes to try. And she wants you." Eris' hands trailed down the collum of your neck, where a small frostbite in the shape of teeth marks of Nesta's silver flames was forming, his blunt nails digging in slightly to make you gasp. "So, I am here to ask you to join us this evening. If you wish to of course."

Your mind was blank from his proposition, joining your painfully attractive High Lord and Lady, joining Eris and Nesta. You nodded slowly.

"Yeah?" Eris tilted your head up, his hand on your chin, "Use your words, love."

"Yes..." You spoke up, eyes locked with his, "Yes, I would like that."

Eris smiled, "Good, Nesta would be thrilled." He swiftly moved to the door to your room and opened it.

"Oh, and y/n?" He got your attention, "If you don't show up, we understand. If you wish for it to stop, just yell 'red', we won't hold neither of those things against you." With that, he left your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You were bare the instant you walked into their chambers, currently bent over their bed with your head in Nesta's breasts, Eris's cock buried deep inside you, your body was covered in hickeys of burns and frostbites from both of them, Eris' cock moved inside of you with such precision it made you whimper with every drag.

"Aww, listen to those pretty whines," Nesta cooed, pressing your face further into her breasts, a couple hickeys from your lips already surrounding them. "Does my husband's cock feel this good, gorgeous?"

You whimper as Eris chuckles over you, his hands feeling your sides, marking you with his burns. "I think it does, right y/n?" He almost taunted as he pulled your hips back against his cock.

"Yes... Yes, my lord-" You moan softly, pushing back into him, your hands moving up Nesta's curves, digging into her breasts and side. Every thrust of Eris' cock made you feel as if you were on fire, a coil forming in your stomach, threatening to snap, his hands dug into your hips, holding you still and he dove into your sweet spot, making you clench hard around him and moan.

Nesta's hand moved between both of your bodies to play with your clit, her cold flames rivalling Eris' warm ones. You gasped softly, biting into Nesta's shoulder as your High lord and lady played with your body.

Hours, it had been hours, that they had you pressed between them, or under one of them. Cumming on their tongues or hands, leaving you panting and whimpering. They had just been between your legs a few moments ago, making out with each other while they ate you out, the thought of it made you shudder between them. You were living one of your wildest dreams with a step in their chambers.

Nesta was the first to kiss you, her elegant fingers dug into your hips, her body cold, opposite to Eris' warm fire. Eris spend most of his time watching Nesta explore your body, drawing orgasm after orgasm before joining in himself again.

Nesta had touched you like you were the most precious doll in the entire court while Eris used your mouth to get off, Nesta's tongue tasting you as your senses were filled with Eris.

"Er..." Your back arched into his cock, bucking forward into Nesta's hand, "Nes... Fuck..."

Nesta kissed your temple, leaving a slight feel of cold off her flames, "Do you still have some energy in you or are you fucked dumb?"

You gasped softly, "I..." You whined, clenching around Eris, "Don't know..." You melted in Nesta as you twitched over her, your orgasm nearing, eyes rolling back.

Eris smirked thrusting in hard, feeling you tightening around him "Are you close, my dear?" Nesta moved her fingers faster around your clit at his words while the other hand played with your breasts.

"M'gonna..." You groan as Nesta sucked on one of your breasts, lips pressed against your nipples, hand playing with the other as Eris kissed your neck, "Wanna cum..." You gasp as Eris increases the pace of his thrusts. "Please,"

"Cum, cum for us, sweetheart." Nesta smiled, tongue dragging up from your breasts to the other side of your neck and your dam broke, your release flooding out. A cry left your lips, a cry that got muffled by Nesta's tongue.

You were in peaceful limbo, ears ringing as you came on Eris' cock, Nest's hand still stroking your clit, tears fell from your eyes as their names and titles were nothing short of deity on your lips.

"You want my cum, gorgeous?" Eris grunted in your ear, his thrusts were still deep but uneven, and before you could manage a little nod, he spilt inside you, pressing his hand down on your lower back to make you arch hard. Nesta stoked over your stomach as he filled you with his cum the warmth of his cum settling in you, like fire in your abdomen. His ragged breaths calmed as he chuckled.

Eris pulled out of you, stroking your sides softly as you breathed heavily, watching his cum leak out of your cunt, his hands held your thighs, spreading you for his eyes, his hands heating your skin, "So beautiful, little maid." He whispered as Nesta pushed her fingers inside of your empty cunt, pushing his cum back inside, cooing words of encouragement in your ear as your head was dropped on her shoulder.

"Well, I have duties to attend to," He looked up, leaning down to give his wife a gentle kiss, followed by a kiss to your shoulder, "You two females enjoy yourselves."

Neither of you said goodbye to him as Nesta began to thrust her fingers in and out of your cunt, kissing you, her tongue thrusting in your mouth. "I'll take that as my leave." Eris rolled his eyes rather playfully as he entered his bath to tidy himself up.

Nesta flipped you over, pressing you under her, "Now where were we?" Nesta smirked as you looked up at her, your brain mushy, fucked dumb, as Nesta had put it.

A chuckle left your lips as Nesta kissed and licked down your bare body, biting at places that weren't already covered, reaching your cunt she spread your folds, giving soft licks to your cunt cleaning you of Eris' cum, moaning at the taste of you are Eris combined. "I bet I can fit my entire hand in your pretty little cunt now." Nesta whispered, sucking your clit to get a reaction out of you. "Or maybe I should sit on your pretty face."

"Please... Please, yes." You thrust your hips against her lips with a moan, ready for anything your High Lady wished to give you.

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[harrystylesfan2686]

Crush On Them

Pairing: Nessian x Reader

Summary: When your small crush ends you up with you in their bed. MDNI

Warnings: Little smut with plot. A little fluff.

A/N: There isn't enough Nessian on this app😤 also first time writing smut please forgive any mistakes and tell me your thoughts😁

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You had always liked Cassian, from the moment the two of you met. Your crush was so obvious to everyone around you, it was like watching a lost puppy follow it's master. Everywhere Cassian went you were there, no matter where or what time. You would somehow always find yourself seeking Cassian's attention. You love having his eyes on you all the time, and you thought he did too.

But then Nesta came along.

She walked around with so much anger and hate towards everyone, you worried she would get in serious trouble because of her snappy mouth. Little did you know, she managed to pull off Cassian.

You were jealous as hell at the starting few months. But when they accepted their mating bond, the one you couldn't ever guess they had, all that jealousy and anger had dissolved in a pool of sadness.

You distant yourself after that.

Gave them the privacy they should have. After all who would want anyone lingering around them when their newly found mate was standing with them. It was very hard considering you lived in house of wind. The mating frenzy was disastrous. And the noises, gods, you would scratch out you ears if you could.

There were so many moments where you wondered if you wanted to be them, or be with them. Like the one morning while training, you and Azriel sparred while the newly mated took each other. In the small one minute you took to drink water, you nearly chocked to death, catching a glimpse of Cassian and Nesta.

The smooth and sweaty skin of Cassian not wearing any shirt, shining glitters thanks to the early morning rays, looked so good. Nesta, too, the fighting leathers hugged her body in all the right places. The slight smirk on both of their faces as they attacked and defenced each others moves with persistence. That was the first time you looked at Nesta, not with envy but admiration.

There were a lot of times where you thought maybe they want you too. Like the time you were shit drunk, coming back from Rita's.

You didn't realize how much you drank until you couldn't see straight. Cassian and Mor being the only ones there were to bring you back home but Mor having disappeared with someone, Cassian was left with the responsibility of taking you home.

"Where is Nesta, Cass?" The pout on your face seemed permanent for the night as he flyed to your house.

"Nesta's out with Gwen and Emerie for the night, remember?" His smile at your state seemed permanent too.

"Right! She told me about that!" You giggle to yourself. You were still babbling nonsense as he lands on the roof, walking to your bedroom with you still in his arms, not trusting yourself to walk without face planting on the floor.

"Alright, sweetheart. You should go to sleep now." He layes you down on the bed and gently removes you shoes and jewelry. Tucking you in, stilling smiling at you as you hum in comfort.

You don't remember much from the night but clearing remember his lips kissing you to sleep, lingering near your mouth as slumber pulls you in completly.

Or like the time you accidentally cut your finger while attempting to make dinner.

You hissed in pain, throwing down the knife to look at your first finger. You were so distracted by the smell from Nesta that reeked sex while walking into kitchen for a glass of water. She was at your side in a second, taking your hand with gentleness and aspecting the small cut that now bled red. Her lips thinned and eyes furrow just a little as she looked at you with a hint of worry.

She didn't say anything but take you finger in her mouth. Your breath hitched as her tounge swept over the injury, licking away the blood, all while keeping her eyes on yours. She pulled away when the cut healed, her lips curling at the sight of your flushed face, eyes on her lips and breathing heavily.

She pulled back and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you red faced and with a shocking realization of your crush on the female.

These along with all the other confusing interaction that happened with the couple left you speechless, having no idea what to take of them. Your small crush somehow growed into full on love feelings. You have no idea when it happened but you had realized it one day while readying (more like trying to read) a book that you loved them.

It killed you knowing they didn't share the feelings and having to see them together, loving each other, having to hear them together, everyday. It's not like you can go to all day missions like Azriel to get away. No. You had to say hear and endure it all without doing anything that raised questions.

Little did you knew, they knew about it all long before you knew yourself.

On their side, Cassian and Nesta were doing everything they could to talk to you, look at you, have your attention all to themselves. They loved playing with you and making you blush over the slightest of touches. They were working with each other from the start, trying to get to you confess your feelings to any one of them.

They loved watching you try to not look at them, try to control your blushing expressions, control your arousal around them. They found it funny whenever you stutter while talking when they eye your figure, found it annoying when someone else grabs your attention from them even for mere seconds.

Why do you think they are so loud at night? To have you listen to them. To only have them on your mind at nights, thinking of all the ways they would please and pleasure you.

They loved this game so damn much.

Which is why when you walk in on them in the exposing position, they smirk at you instead of scolding you away as you thought they would, they let you watch.

Watch how their naked bodies blend together. How Nesta's back to Cassian's chest plush against one another. On they're knees with his one arm holding her upright while the other rubbing her sweet botton and hers in his hair, clucking on for dear life as he slams himself into her again and again and again.

The sight waters your mouth.

Gods, you knew they had good bodies but your imagination does not do justice to the real thing. You knew he had a big cock but not could never guess the actual girth, and her body, the lipstick speared mouth, the peachy nipples begging to be sucked on, and her thighs...

You squeeze you thighs together as you look where they join, feeling yourself get so wet. The smell of sex heavy in the air and your hands form fists to keep from moving.

"Like watching us sweetheart?" Cassian's voice heard above the sweet little moans of Nesta. You nod once, not seeming to know what words are.

"Yeah? Wanna watch her cum for us?" You can hear the smirk in his voice. You nod again and he says,"Come here then, help me make her cum."

You swallow and move without thinking, kneeling in front of them on the bed, facing Nesta. Not knowing what to do, you look at him. "Come on, Y/N. Don't get shy on us now." His hips not stopping their blissful torture. You look into her eyes and lean forward, resting your hands on her waist and taking the pink bud of her breast into your mouth and suck.

Her moans coming out louder now, as Cassian grunts, enjoying the view of his girls. You take the other nipple between your fingers and pinch, and she cries out. Cassian letting go of her clit to hold her tighter for harder thrusts. Your other hand replacing his on her nub, moving in fast circles and you whisper, "Cum for us, Nesta."

She screams as her orgasm hits her, rocking her to her very core, harder then any she's had before. Cassian and you don't stop your movements, prolonging her pleasure. You only slow down when she whimpers, silently begging you to stop from overestimating her and Cassian pulls out of her heat.

Only deep heavy breaths sound in the room for a few seconds and she comes down from her high. You feel hard chest behind you at the same time Nesta grips your jaw, forcing your eyes on hers. Cassian's hands slid into your top, up to your breasts and Nesta orders.

"Now, your turn, sweetheart."

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[velarisnightsky444]

Get Yourself Off*

Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding with Nesta

CW: D/S dynamics, degradation, smut

Word Count: 629

October Masterlist

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Control was something Nesta had always lacked. She had no control during the years of abuse from her mother. She had no control when her family lost their money. She had no control when she was thrown into the cauldron, or locked in the House of Wind.

Now, control was something Nesta needed. And how lucky was she to be mated to a you, who loved giving up your control to her. She could control everything you did, and she loved it. But when you disobeyed her, that was when she really took advantage of that control.

Nesta sat on the red, velvet couch of your sitting room, staring up at you as you stood in front of her. Her grey eyes raked up and down your body, still clad in your lavender dress. She wore a maroon dress that dipped low enough to show off her impressive cleavage.

"You came without permission last night," Nesta reminded you, tsking.

"I already apologized," you whined, fidgeting with your fingers.

"But I didn't accept that apology," she said sharply, narrowing her silver eyes. "Lift your skirt."

You obliged, collecting the skirts of your dress and lifting them up to reveal your lacy underthings. A smirk graced her lips, her eyes caught on your clothed core. She slid her own dress up to reveal her bare thigh to you.

"Get yourself off on my thigh, like the desperate whore you are," Nesta said to you.

You perked up at the words, at the fact that she was letting you cum. You were sure that after last night, she'd make you go at least a week. You reached to take your lacy underthings off, but she stopped you with a lifted finger.

"Keep them on," she instructed.

You pouted a bit, but obeyed, nonetheless. You knew very well that if you were to argue with her, she likely wouldn't let you cum at all. And you weren't risking that. Not when you'd finally been given a glimmer of hope.

You settled onto her toned thigh, straddling it while still wearing your underthings. Even with the barrier between her and your core, it felt heavenly. Her muscles hit you in just the right spots, and you knew you had been made for her.

Nesta's slim fingers twisted in your hair, forcing your head back to reveal your neck to her. She hummed, studying your throat, delighting in how vulnerable you were. She could do anything to you, and you loved that.

As you began to softly rock against her thigh, she licked up the column of your throat. The feeling of her hard thigh against your clit made your body shudder.

You whimpered softly as Nesta grazed her teeth against your pulse point. She was so cruel, in such an exciting way. She bit down softly, whimpers leaving your lips at the addicting pain.

"Nes," you gasped, riding her thigh.

Nesta's soft lips began pressing kisses under your jaw, making sweet moans leave your lips. She tugged on your hair a bit harder, and you gasped, but didn't complain, as it gave her further access to your neck.

Nesta lifted her thigh to meet your movements, and you mewled, gripping onto her to keep yourself upright. The pleasure was enough to make you lose control of yourself, but you held on.

She bit down on the skin of your neck gently, just as that coil began to form in your core. That high began to close in, and you whimpered, grinding faster and harder against her muscled thigh, Nesta meeting your movements.

"Good girl," she mused against your throat.

"Please, Nes," you whined, so close to your release. "Please."

"Cum for me, YN," she granted.

"Thank you," you moaned, your release barreling through you.

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[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[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."

I have no idea who wants to be in my kinktober taglist so let me know 🖤 @chunkypossum @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @ysmtttty @nessiandefenseattorney @nocasdatsgay @secret-third-thing @azysmate @yennas-stuff @a-courtof-azriel

[daycourtofficial]

Jealousy fueled punishments

Summary: Nesta’s an incredibly jealous female when you spend time with another and naturally she has to punish you for it.

Author’s note: @tsunami-of-tears this is for you 🫡 for some reason I can’t write anything except Nesta smut rn 👁️👄👁️

Warnings: porn without plot, oral f!receiving, fingering, clit spanking, bondage, Nesta having a strap, d/s dynamic, aphrodisiac, mommy kink

“Hello my love.”

Nesta’s voice causes your spine to straighten as you sit on the edge of the bed, wearing the lingerie she laid out for you, the lace making you feel bare before your girlfriend.

The blindfold left you unable to see her, but your pointed ears practically twitched listening to her heels hit the ground as she walked in front of you.

Her hand gently tugs on your jaw, tilting your face up so she can get a better look at you.

“Do you know why you’re here, dove?”

You lick your lips at the scent of her arousal, “yes. I ignored you while we were at Rita’s.”

The two of you had spent the previous night at Rita’s with the Valkyries. In your excitement at seeing everyone for the first time in a month, you unfortunately spent more time talking to Gwyn than you did Nesta.

And Nesta was an incredibly jealous and territorial female.

Her hands move to the back of your head, pulling your hair back so you’re looking up at her, eyes unable to see her.

“And why is that bad?”

You squirm, her authoritative tone filling you with need.

“Because it makes mommy upset.”

“And what happens when mommy’s upset?”

“I get in trouble.”

She leans forward, her mouth hovering over your ear.

“Apologize. Now.”

You open your mouth to speak, apologies on your tongue, when she puts a finger inside your mouth. You immediately begin to lick and suck her fingers and she chuckles at your obedience.

“Not with words, dove. You’ll take what I give you, and if you’re good, I’ll take it as an apology. Am I understood?”

You nod your head, but she grabs your nipple twisting harshly, causing you to suck in a breath as she pulls the finger from your mouth.

“Words, pet.”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good. And you’ll accept everything I give you?”

“Yes, mommy.”

You can hear the smile in her voice as she walks away, before coming back to you. Her hands grasp your jaw tightly, tilting your head back and pushing some container up to your mouth. “Open, dove,” is all you need to hear before obeying as she begins pouring liquid into your mouth. Her fingers gently coax the liquid down your throat as she tells you to swallow it.

You take it, telling her “thank you” once you swallow. She hums in approval, her nails softly scratching your throat before she pulls away.

You hear her heels clicking on the floor around you until she stands behind you, her knees coming up on the bed and her arms wrapping around you from behind to gently lay you down onto the bed.

She was still fully dressed as she sat her knees on both sides of your face, pinning your head beneath her hips. You whine, all the blood in your body rushing down to your cunt.

You tipped your head back on the bed, intoxicated on the scent of her so close to you. You start inching closer to her heat, sticking your tongue out, ready to apologize very thoroughly when a harsh smack is delivered to your clit.

You gasp as Nesta tells you, “no touching.”

You whine, moving your hips involuntarily. You needed her. You were consumed with lust and you just had to have your hands and tongue and mouth on her.

Your fingers move by your side, itching to clutch her hips and force her to sit down on you. Her pussy is right above you, a few inches from your face. You’re writhing in need and she’s hardly even touched you.

Your thoughts all revolve around her and about pleasing her and how you can make it up to her. She pulls off of you, standing next to the bed. You tilt your head back to follow her movements with your ears, but you lose track of her until she comes back, crawling on top of you from the other direction. Her constant change in position is making you dizzy. Your hips move up, desperate to make any contact with her body. She puts a hand down on your hips, forcing them to stay still.

She purposefully drags her breasts slowly up your body, and all you can think about is putting one in your mouth and sucking on her nipple. Her long fingers start undoing the blindfold covering your eyes, pulling the fabric away. You squint at the bright light, your eyes adjusting to light again when you notice Nesta hovering over you with several ribbons in her hand, a smirk that tells you she will not hold back tonight.

“Hands above your head,” she tells you. You comply, and she ties your hands in an inescapable knot above you. You groan, your blood hot with need.

You drink in her form, the silver lace on her body leaving little to the imagination. She moves back down your body, her teeth grazing against your panties causing you to moan obscenely. She drags her mouth down you, letting her breath fan your pussy before continuing to move down, her tongue dragging from your inner thigh to your ankle, her hands securing your legs apart with ribbons tied to the bed posts.

You’re wild with need, and Nesta drags a finger into the waistband of your panties before snapping it against your skin. You gasp, and she chuckles, looking over her beautiful girlfriend, bound before her.

She’s practically drooling over the state you’re in. All she wants to do is rip your panties off and feast on you, wanting to taste you until you cum over and over again on her tongue.

The scent of your arousal is coating every surface of the room and Nesta wants it to linger for days.

She leans over the bed, her hands gently moving up her thighs, higher and higher. Your heart races, praying she’s taking off her panties so you can taste her.

She knows exactly what’s running through your head as she pulls her panties off, showing them to you. You start bucking with need, her scent driving you mad. You can practically taste her in your tongue from her scent and you start groaning, pure lust pulsing through you.

She walks towards you, listening to your babbles of “please mommy” and “you’d taste so good”. Her silver eyes pierce yours, as she grips your jaw, her fingers applying pressure to open your mouth as she stuffs her panties into your mouth.

Your eyes roll back at the taste, and she laughs.

“I wanted to try out this new arousal potion that herbalist was boasting about.”

Your eyebrows snap forward at her words, your breathing ragged through her underwear.

“It’s said to cause the drinker to become feral with need.”

She leans towards you, “and I want to push you to your limits. Show you what you could have.”

You groan, as she sits back on top of you, her wet cunt right by your nose. You were trapped - arms and legs tied, your mouth gagged.

She’d do whatever she wanted with you.

Your hips moved with the thought, and you feel Nesta’s fingers move close to your face. She chuckles darkly as her finger starts rubbing her own clit, inches from your face.

You thrash at the realization, some primal part of you taking over, needing to taste her, to feel her, to be the one to coax those noises from her.

She ignores you, keeping you caged beneath her, her fingers making quick work through her own folds, her scent becoming thicker and thicker each second.

She picks up her pace, her fingers moving quickly around her clit, and all you can do is watch. She’s moaning above you when she quickly dips her hips down, sitting on your face. You moan into the gag as she rubs her clit against your nose. She is soaking you in her arousal, and you don’t care.

You try to spit out the gag, but Nesta must have charmed it to stay in place. All you want is to just get a taste of her as she rides your face.

She moves back off of your face, a pitiful groan coming from you as her long fingers move into herself. You are inches from her, writhing beneath her as she fingers herself above you and your whine is absolutely pathetic as she makes herself cum over you.

She sits back down on you, letting her juices coat your face. You can’t breathe, but you don’t care. You’re too lost in her scent, the taste lingering on her panties as you pull against the binds keeping you in place.

Once she gets off of you, you take in a deep breath, her arousal coating your face in a wet shine. She slides a finger through your folds, “so wet for someone who hasn’t been touched.”

You groan again, but she just leaves the room. You knew you shouldn’t have done it - Nesta’s punishments were absolutely cruel and brutal.

She comes back in a few minutes later and you gasp at the sight of her.

A massive strap on was swinging from her hips as she walked toward you.

She purrs, watching you with predatory amusement. Amused at how absolutely fucked out of your mind you look.

Your hair is wild, pupils blown with need, your own cunt sopping wet for her.

Gods she loved punishing you. She walked towards you, pulling the gag from your mouth, amused at the way you involuntarily reach your tongue out for just one last taste of her.

“I’m going to fuck you so dumb the only thought in that pretty head of yours will be the name ‘mommy’.”

You nod your head vigorously, as she takes the cock, guiding the tip through your folds. You moan deeply at the contact, hips thrusting for more, more, more.

“Does someone need mommy’s cock?”

You nod your head vigorously, the cock brushing against you in the most delicious way, but she pinches your clit at your lack of verbal response.

“Yes, mommy!” You scream, and she starts sliding the cock inside of you, the potion Nesta gave you making you so wet she slides in fairly easily. Her cock stretches you perfectly, wanting more, more, more.

She’s thrusting deeper and deeper inside of you as she asks, “is this what my pretty dove needed? My cock inside of her to remind her who she belongs to?”

She undoes the binds on your ankles, grabbing them and placing them over her shoulder. The new angle pushes her in deeper into you, and you know you won’t last much longer.

You’re a mess underneath her, and Nesta picks up her pace at how blissed out you look beneath her.

“Please, can I-? Can I cum?” You pant out.

She looks at you, eyebrow raised, “do you deserve it?”

“Yes!” You say, feeling yourself coming closer to that edge.

“I don’t think you do,” she says, biting your neck. You moan, and she moves her mouth on top of yours, her grip tightening at the moans coming from you.

“Please,” you say into her mouth.

She thrusts harder into you at your pleading, “no.”

The drug is roaring through your veins and you are so close, her cock hitting you in just the right spot. She pushes forward, her teeth nipping at the skin of your neck.

“I can’t-I won’t-have to,” you mumble out, feeling your orgasm approaching because of Nesta’s unrelenting pace.

“If you finish right now, you’ll be in even more trouble.”

Her words push you over the edge, and she watches as you come undone on her fake cock. Her thrusts slow, and she reaches up, untying your hands from the ribbon.

You fall limp on the bed, your chest rising and falling very fast.

Nesta rubs her hands up and down your arms, kissing your hands. “You did so good, love. Let me grab a washcloth.”

You turn to her, chest heaving, eyes still wide with need, stopping her wrist.

“I don’t think that drug’s worn off if you want to go again.”

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Strawberries and Cream - (Nesta x Reader)

Hiiii! @greeneyedivy and I collaborated and wrote this piece for @azsazz's and @writingsbychlo's Starfall Week! This was SO much fun to write and we really hope you enjoy it!

The prompt we used was "Character A and Character B meet at Starfall"

Summary: Nesta doesn't care for Starfall and just wants to get away from the Inner Circle...which subsequently leads to an encounter that changes her life.

Word count: 5006

Warnings: SMUT! 🌶️

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Starfall. 

It was all anyone had been talking about for weeks, and Nesta was sick of it.

There was no escaping it. If she wasn’t being subjected to the Inner Circle’s excited preparations, then walking the streets of Velaris was a sure way of reminding her of the occasion. She couldn’t turn a corner without seeing posters of businesses offering promotional offers, or catching a glimpse of the storefront decorations that had been hung. The entire thing was giving her a headache.

No, she didn’t care to watch the stars crash into each other, and no, she didn’t care what everyone would be wearing while they did. Even Elain had been sucked into the allure of the whole thing, but Nesta — Nesta saw it for what it was.

Unnatural. Just as unnatural as going from human to fae. She felt such a visceral hatred for the entire situation that it ached her bones.

She may have had no choice but to live on the other side of the Wall, now, but that didn’t mean she had to partake in the foolish traditions that existed there.

You’re still welcome to join us, Feyre had said, dressed up to the nines alongside the others. They were all heading to the House of Wind — the best place, apparently, to witness what was about to happen.

No, was all Nesta had responded, and they didn’t push any further, even as her sisters left with disappointment on their faces.

Nesta would create her own plans, she’d decided. And that was how she’d ended up in quite possibly the seediest tavern she’d ever seen, far across the other side of Velaris.

Her shoes had stuck to the floor as she’d traipsed in, and the groups of punters dotted about the place all looked up, drinking in her appearance, the chatter lowering a little. She lifted her chin, ignoring them as she took a seat at the bar, aware of hungry gazes that studied the outline of her figure in her dress. She could just as easily leave and find somewhere more upbeat and alive, but this…this was what she wanted. A place that could be any dingy, old tavern in the human lands, if she ignored the fae features around her. A place where she could pretend, at least for one night, that her new life was just one big nightmare.

So she ordered herself a drink and focused on the sensuous strum of a lute across the room. 

The notes were charming and beautiful, soon transporting her to another life, another world, entirely. Nesta loved music — it was one of the very few things she still could love, and the setting didn’t matter as the tune climbed and fell, one song trailing off into the next. Her plans to down drink after drink seemed to fall to the wayside as she instead became distracted by the music.

Time ran away with her like that. She found herself able to push her thoughts away for the first time in a long while, and she nursed her drink and focused on anything but reality, and the dull sounds of soaring stars outside. Perhaps that was why she didn’t catch the sound of approaching footsteps, nor the fact that the music had come to a stop. The male voice that spoke to her was an unwanted obtrusion.

“Can I buy you another drink?”

She glanced up, finding a mildly handsome face smiling at her. The mess of blonde hair on his head and the piercing blue eyes did nothing for her. She stared back at him blankly, forcing herself to be polite.

“No,” she responded. “Thank you.”

“Come on.” The male persisted, sidling up to her. “There’s no sense in sitting there with an empty glass. Same again?”

“She said no, Mallas. Piss off.”

Both Nesta and Mallas looked up upon the third voice that was injected into the conversation. A female voice, slightly smoky and raspy. The sound seemed to skitter over Nesta’s skin like chills.

Her eyes took in the female that stood there, holding a lute as she stared down the male. In the dim faelights that lit the tavern, she looked…ethereal. Like the music she’d been playing moments before. Nesta couldn’t help staring. 

“I was only offering.” Mallas mumbled, pushing past her. “Bitch.”

“Kiss my ass.” Her eyes watched him closely, tracking him as he returned to the group of deadbeats he mingled with. Only once he was sat back down did she turn back to Nesta. “You shouldn’t be here, Nesta Archeron.”

Nesta blinked, caught off guard for once. And then frowned at her. “Do I know you?”

“No.” She leaned against the bar. “But everyone here knows you. The sister of our High Lady should not be keeping company such as the dregs of society that loiter in this dive. And I would know — my uncle owns the place.”

Nesta lifted her chin. “I’m not some silly little girl. I can choose, for myself, whose company I keep, thank you very much.”

The female’s lips twitched into what appeared to be amusement. “Well, then.” She said. “Have a good night. And happy Starfall to you.”

With that, she turned, sidling around the bar. Nesta couldn’t help watching every tiny movement as the female hung her lute over her shoulder, whistling a merry little tune as she headed towards the door at the back.

“Wait.” She found herself blurting, and the female turned curiously. “I—you play the lute.”

The musician stared back at her, that same look of teetering amusement seeming to pass across her face. Nesta thought she might die from humiliation — beg the ground to swallow her up, or something. You play the lute. As if that wasn’t already obvious.

She just…she felt intrigued. Maybe even a little awed. Her body and mind felt more alert than it had in months — and that was just from a few seconds of conversation. She…she wanted more of it.

“I do.” The female answered. She angled herself back around, studying the oldest Archeron. “…you like music?”

“I love it.”

Chewing her lip, the female seemed to consider that for a moment. What, exactly, she was thinking, Nesta wasn’t sure. But she liked the way she looked at her…assessing and curious. Not the contempt she’d become used to. It made her body feel hot and cold.

“…Okay.” The female eventually said. “Then I have something you might like — if you care to see it.”

Nesta didn’t even hesitate. She shrugged, forcing nonchalance that she didn’t feel. “Why not?”

“Indeed.” The female’s hand shot out in offering. “My name is Y/N.”

Nesta shook that hand, entirely aware of the lightning strike that, in that moment, seemed to bring her back to life.

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“This is my home.” Y/N held a chipped, dented door open, stepping aside. 

Nesta tried to school her expression as she wandered in. Not that she wasn’t used to small, modest houses, of course, but after months in Rhysand’s luxury, this place was…definitely not that.

A soft snort came from behind her, and Nesta glanced over her shoulder, kicking her shoes off. “What?”

“It’s no High Lord’s house, I grant you.” Y/N said, throwing her keys into a bowl beside the door. “But it’s home — my space.”

“I like it.” Nesta said, and she realised she was telling the truth.

With a smile, Y/N led her through to a small sitting room. The place was…colourful. Vibrant wall hangings and beaded curtains in doorways that led off to other places. Patchwork throws were draped over the sofas, and there were piles of books — titles that Nesta recognised, some she didn’t — and plants hanging from the ceiling and perched on shelves and standing in pots on the floor.

“You live here alone?” Nesta found herself asking, drinking in every detail. 

“I do. My family is…complicated. I’d genuinely go insane if I didn’t have my own space.” Y/N hung her jacket up, and Nesta glimpsed the pretty, dark peplum blouse and tight breeches she wore. “Drink?”

She tore her gaze away. “Yes. Thank you.”

Y/N pushed through one of those beaded curtains, drifting into what Nesta assumed was a small kitchen. The sounds of cupboards opening and glasses clinking travelled through as Nesta slowly approached one of the sofas and perched down. She studied the coffee table before her — covered in pages and pages of parchment. And on them, she realised, music. Compositions. 

The beads rustled again, and Y/N sat next to her, handing her a small glass of amber liquid. “I write it all myself — the music.”

“That’s incredible.” Nesta reached out, her fingers brushing over the indentations of ink on the pages. She couldn’t read any of it for the life of her, but…there was something beautiful about just studying the notes. Words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them. “Music is…an escape for me.”

“I get that.”

The two females had known each other barely an hour, and yet Nesta just knew — knew that Y/N did get it. That there was some sadness in the confession that she could relate to. 

“Do you write just for yourself?” She asked, sipping her drink.

“For now.” Y/N nodded. “But I’d like to perform in the Rainbow one day — or at least hear my compositions being performed there. That’s my goal. To…to be different to what my family are. To break from that mould.”

“And what are they? Your family?”

With a soft laugh, Y/N placed her drink down and rose once more. “Well…that actually brings me to what I was going to show you.”

Nesta waited patiently, watching as the female strode over to a cabinet and rifled through. She was…beautiful, her hair flowing down her back, the cut of her figure through her clothes. For a moment, Nesta found her thoughts emptying, her mouth drying. She quickly looked away.

“This,” Y/N said, slumping back down with a small box in her palm, “is a Symphonia. Go ahead — take a look.”

Nesta stared at her for a moment, their gazes meeting. She cautiously outreached a hand, opening the box and peering inside. Her brow furrowed at the small, silver ball that sat within. 

“You can take it out. I promise you’ll like it.”

Nesta’s long, slender fingers dipped into the box, carefully pulling the ball out. She set it down in her palm, realising that while the top was curved, the bottom had a smoother surface — to be set down without rolling, she supposed.

“What does it do?” She asked.

Y/N reached out, and Nesta jolted as she gently took her free hand. The two females stared at each other again, gazes not once faltering as Y/N guided her fingers to the top of the Symphonia. 

“Just tap it.” She murmured, giving a light press. “Like this.”

Nesta jumped, her lips parting in pure astonishment as music suddenly filled the room, the small object breathing notes and symphonies into the air. She knew there was a whole wealth of magic that she was yet to encounter in Prythian — and had been hesitant to ever do so. But this…she never would have considered anything like this.

“How does it do that?” She breathed.

Y/N smiled. “It uses magic to trap the music inside so that it can be played back to you. Everything you hear is being played by me. I use it for music composition. It’s…a very rare object.

“Where did you get it?”

“…that’s where my family comes into it.” Y/N shifted a little uncomfortably, pulling her hand away. “I come from a family full to the brim with criminals. One of the things they deal in is rare magical objects. Usually, I try to distance myself from them and have nothing to do with them. I’d like to get away from them completely. But this…the Symphonia…it was the last thing my father gave me before he was killed.”

It was an effort for Nesta not to flinch, not to return to those harrowing thoughts of her own father. She swallowed, forcing herself to focus on the music.

“Stolen or not, I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it.” Y/N said. “Even if that makes me a terrible person.”

Nesta glanced up through her lashes, meeting her gaze. “It doesn’t.”

Again, the two females found themselves locked in their staring, the music floating around them. Unsaid words seemed to intertwine with it. Words that Nesta thought she might never have the courage to speak, but that made her skin tingle.

Eventually, Y/N smiled, prising the Symphonia from Nesta’s palm and placing it onto the coffee table. She held out a hand once more.

“Would you like to dance, Nesta Archeron?”

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They did dance. And danced and danced and danced until their feet hurt. Until Nesta felt like a different person. And even as the stars completed their journeys across the skies, the two females showed no signs of tiring. 

Nesta was drunk – not really on alcohol, no, even with the glasses they’d knocked back. She was drunk on elation. On…happiness. She’d never felt so on top of the world. 

The Symphonia had given them three run-throughs of every piece of music before they were slumping back onto the sofa side-by-side, their heads swimming and eyes smiling, lips laughing. Their arms brushed, that zipping energy that had been sparking between them all evening still very much present. 

It was enough to slow the pace down, to ground Nesta.

Her head still tilted back against the sofa, she angled it to find Y/N already gazing at her. Studying her. There had been a lot of glances like that as the night had wore on, only seeming to grow more heated and honeyed with every passing touch and word. 

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Nesta asked, not minding at all. 

Y/N’s eyes traced the sharp, flawless lines of her face. A face that so many would deem cold and unfeeling, albeit beautiful. But there was more behind that facade…layers that Y/N wanted to peel back.

“I’m seeing you.” She replied. 

The response wasn’t exactly what Nesta had been expecting; an odd, puzzling answer. She stared back at her, feeling strangely naked as she asked, “what are you seeing?”

“I’m seeing,” the female shifted, somehow inching closer. Their faces were mere centimetres apart, breaths mingling, “someone who is scared.” 

Nesta didn’t react. Right – she was so damn right, it was painful. Nesta hated it, how vulnerable it made her. Still, Y/N went on. 

“I’m seeing,” she continued, “someone who feels a huge volume of things, all at once. Someone who doesn’t know what the fuck to do with those feelings, but is expected to have it all figured out. Someone who desperately wants to let go and lose control, but is equally scared of doing so.” 

The words were so accurate, hitting so close to home, that they robbed Nesta of breath. She’d spent months feeling isolated and alone and misunderstood, angry and hurt and like nobody fucking saw her.

And yet, she’d met a complete stranger who had managed to sum her up perfectly within hours of their first words.

It made her…made her want to keep feeling. No matter how terrifying that was. 

She didn’t know what to say, how to respond. It seemed a bit strange to thank someone for accurately reading her, seeing her. There weren’t really any words–

So she gave in to the urge that had been building in her all night, as their bodies had danced closer and closer until they were moving in one, fluid unit. As their scents had mingled, and Nesta had got drunk on it. 

She leaned forward, cupping Y/N’s cheek, and slanted her lips over hers. 

It was like two puzzle pieces locking into place. Y/N didn’t hesitate to lean in to the kiss, reciprocating with as much enthusiasm. Her own hand moved up, tangling in Nesta’s hair. 

They both tasted like the honey wine they’d been drinking, their tongues sweet as they began to explore each other. It was the first time Nesta had ever kissed another female, and it was different. Exciting. Right.

Their lips didn’t separate, even as their bodies began to move. Y/N was inching closer, angling herself over Nesta, and Nesta tentatively placed her hands on her waist, hoping it was the right thing to do, wondering if she was allowed to explore further.

Realising she wanted to.

Y/N nipped her lip gently, and then pulled back just slightly to study her face, their breaths hot and fast. 

“I think that you’re probably used to being dominant, Nesta Archeron.” Her smoky voice caressed Nesta’s ears, her skin. “And I think you want to give up that control for once. That you’d like to know what it feels like to submit.”

A quick, short breath escaped Nesta’s lips. “Oh yeah?” 

“Mhmm.” Lips coasted over her lips, her jaw, down to her neck. “Do you want to let go, Nesta?”

“Yes. Yes.” 

Y/N smiled against her skin, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “Very well.” 

Nesta didn’t know what to expect, but she knew her skin was deliciously on fire. Wetness was already pooling between her thighs, and the sure musk of arousal began to mingle with the sweeter scents in the air. Not just Nesta’s arousal, but Y/N’s too – and it only made Nesta wetter to know she was the cause. 

“Relax.” Y/N whispered against the shell of her ear. “I’ll take care of you.”

It was only then that Nesta realised how rigid her body was – how she naturally tensed and threw her guard up to ward people off. But she didn’t want to do that. She wanted…wanted to let go, and experience everything that accompanied that bravery. To feel.

She forced her limbs to loosen into the sofa, the feeling in itself strangely pleasurable. Was this what it was like to experience pleasure for pleasure’s sake? Y/N was right – Nesta was used to being dominant. Every sexual encounter she’d engaged in had been about exacting control, feeling powerful. Having the command of things, as she did so rarely these days, in this new life. 

But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to let go. And letting go was…euphoric.

“That’s it,” Y/N encouraged, as Nesta’s limbs loosened more. Her fingers began to skim over the buttons at the bodice of her dress. “Can I undo these?” 

Nesta nodded once, quick. “Yes – please.” 

If Nesta’s skin was fire, Y/N’s fingers were contrasting, delicious ice, as though one offset the other. Y/N didn’t fumble with the buttons like males always did. She undid them one by one, torturously slow, until the two halves of the dress were parting and exposing Nesta’s full, generous breasts to the cool air, her nipples immediately hardening. 

And then Y/N was rocking back on her legs, hungrily drinking in the sight. She swallowed, glancing up to meet Nesta’s eyes. “You’re fucking exquisite.” 

Nesta found herself blushing. But there was no time to feel coy as Y/N leaned in, capturing her lips once more. 

The kiss was hungry, fierce, and even as Nesta’s body tried to take control, she gave over to the need to stop and feel. She cupped Y/N’s face in her hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks as they kissed and kissed and kissed until they were both breathless. An ache was already building between her legs, and she pressed them together, moaning softly. 

Y/N smiled, lips pulling away from hers to trail down and down, just as they had before. But they continued on further, brushing over the swells of Nesta’s breasts. One of her hands came up to knead one breast while her lips fastened on the nipple of the other. 

The sensation was…unreal. Nothing like anything Nesta had felt before. Males had paid plenty of attention to her breasts, kissing and sucking and touching, but none of that came close to the feeling of Y/N’s tongue flicking over her nipple, her teeth grazing just slightly. Another, louder moan fell from Nesta’s lips, and her head fell back, her eyes screwing shut. 

“Look at me.” Y/N hummed, moving to pay the same attention to the other breast. “I want to know that you’re enjoying this.” 

Nesta’s chest heaved as her breath hitched. “I am. Gods, I am.” 

Y/N smiled, and Nesta began to wonder if it was possible to come from the treatment her breasts were receiving alone. The sensations…every lick and suck, the bites and the subsequent kisses to the hurts they left behind…it was possible she might combust. 

But then Y/N lips coasted further down, still. As far as they could go with Nesta’s gown still on. She pressed quick, gentle kisses to Nesta’s stomach, glancing up at her. “Can I take your dress off?” 

“I think I may rip it off myself if you don’t.” 

Y/N’s breathy laugh was music to her ears. A strange thought popped into her head that she’d happily trap the sound of that laugh within the Symphonia and listen to it over and over again. But all thoughts emptied from her mind as she lifted her body from the sofa, and deft hands and fingers were pulling the fabric away from her body, leaving her utterly exposed. 

Nesta was a confident woman, well aware that she was beautiful, that her body was the envy of many. But as she slumped back down, her underwear the only thing left covering her, she found herself…worried. Worried that she wouldn’t be to Y/N’s liking.

She’d never once cared nor considered that with anyone before. 

But the way Y/N stared at her put all those worries promptly to bed. That was fierce hunger in her eyes, her tongue swiping at her lip as her gaze trailed down and down, over Nesta’s breasts, her toned stomach, her sensuous hips and slender legs. And between those legs, the pulsing wet heat beneath her underwear. Her arousal drifted up to smother Y/N in its essence, and her eyes almost rolled back into her head. 

“I repeat,” she said tightly, as though she was trying to hold herself back from devouring Nesta whole, “You’re fucking exquisite.” 

Nesta swallowed, studying her just as fiercely. “Why don’t you show me what you look like under those clothes?”

“There’s plenty of time for that. But this is about you. All you.” 

And Nesta couldn’t deny that she loved the sound of that. Even though she found herself strangely nervous, her body trembling slightly, her arousal only built and built as Y/N stepped closer again.

And dropped to her knees before her. 

“Anything you don’t like,” Y/N said, her hands gently trailing up Nesta’s legs, “you tell me, okay?” 

Nesta nodded. Swallowed. “Yes.” 

“Good.” She leaned in, pressing a kiss to one of those long, luscious legs. Her lips coasted over the skin, smiling as Nesta seemed to gasp at the sensation. “Pretty as this underwear is, I’d much prefer it off.” 

Nesta would much prefer it thrown out of the window, far out of sight. It was nothing but torturous friction rubbing against her. She gladly lifted her hips as Y/N’s hands climbed up, gripping the fabric with nothing but gentleness. 

And then she was tugging them down, down until they were gone, discarded somewhere behind her. 

The heady scent of Nesta’s arousal hit her like a wave; a wave she’d happily drown in. The scent was mouthwatering, and she had to steel herself, gather her thoughts before she unleashed herself on her entirely and drank in that wetness she so badly wanted a taste of. 

“You smell incredible.” Y/N breathed, swallowing at the sight of her exposed, dripping centre. “I bet you taste even better.” 

Nesta tracked every movement. “Are you going to find out?”

“Would you like me to?” 

“Yes. Gods above, yes.” 

“Then I will.” 

The confirmation in itself had Nesta moaning – or perhaps it was the way Y/N hoisted one of those legs over her shoulder, her fingers gently dancing over her calf as her lips pressed small, quick kisses over the skin. Nobody had ever paid such attention to her like this. She wasn’t sure she’d ever let anyone do so. 

But as Y/N lifted the other leg, allowing them both to rest on her shoulders, Nesta felt nothing but a potent mix of excitement and anticipation and bliss. She sank into the sofa, lifting her hips as Y/N kissed and nipped her way up to her thighs. 

“You have such pretty thighs.” Y/N hummed, kissing the inside of one, and then the other. “Your skin reminds me of cream.” 

Nesta released a breath, head falling back.

“And with every little mark I leave,” She nipped, nibbled, leaving trails of faint red marks that weaved a path right up to her centre. “It’s like strawberries and cream. Beautiful.” 

Her lips, her tongue, were so close to where Nesta wanted them. To where Nesta wanted all of her. She was filled with new, frenzied thoughts, wondering what it might be like for them both to be naked, skin to skin, bodies moving in tandem with each other, Nesta’s sex rubbing against hers. She moaned, instinctively dragging a hand down her body, desperate for some sort of release.

“Pretty, pretty Nesta.” Y/N gently grasped that hand. Laced their fingers together. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Please,” Nesta begged softly, and Y/N struck. 

Her face lowered to Nesta’s soaked sex, the grip on her hand immediately tightening as she breathed in her scent, her nose nudging her clit. She glanced up, drinking in the sight of flushed cheeks and parted lips and the firm, furrowed brow. And then she dipped, licking a stripe up the centre of her. 

Nesta immediately gasped, her hips lifting off the couch. Again – that contrast of ice and fire. Y/N’s tongue was an inviting trail of coolness as she lapped at the damp heat of Nesta’s cunt. Nesta’s hand was clenching around hers, and her nails dug slightly in as Y/N’s tongue reached the apex of her thighs, swirling around the sensitive bud of her clit. 

“Oh, gods,” Nesta moaned, throwing her head back. Every little lick and lap was like being touched for the first time. Attentive and giving and raw. Her heart moved at a thudding gallop inside her chest, seeming to jerk at every sensation. 

“Is that good?” Y/N hummed against her, her teeth lightly grazing her clit.

“Yes. Fuck, Y/N, yes.”

Nesta could feel Y/N’s lips smiling against her. Her body trembled, fighting with the urges to both give and take as Y/N licked and nipped and sucked. But this was about giving over control – about taking. And as Y/N used her free hand to slowly slide a finger into her, she was happy to do just that. 

“Doing so well for me.” Y/N breathed, pumping her finger in and out as Nesta’s juices coated her tongue. The taste had every one of her nerves alert and craving, and the moans she let out were certainly not for show as she fucking devoured. “Gods, you taste like sunlight.” 

Never would Nesta have believed that anyone would describe her as sunlight. The praise felt just as pleasurable as the sensations as she reached out, threading her empty hand within Y/N’s hair. She gave a gentle tug, and Y/N grinned, sliding another finger into her. 

She curled those two fingers inside of her, and the delicious ache that was beginning to build and pique, the feeling of those fingers and her tongue working inside her and against her–

“Fuck, I can’t–” Nesta’s hips lifted off the seat again, her head thrown back.

“You can let go.” Y/N lapped against her, pumping her fingers faster, harder. “Let go, Nesta. I’ve got you.”

Nesta did just that, a shout breaking from her throat as release overtook her body. She was nothing but pure, shaking, feverish pleasure as she came, hips bucking and legs trembling. She gripped onto Y/N’s hair, riding her release against her face. 

Incredible, really, that Y/N didn’t falter once. Even as Nesta’s centre was grinding against her, practically smothering her, she seemed hungry for the whole thing, continuing the expert strokes of her fingers and tongue. And as Nesta’s trembling legs buckled and had her tumbling back onto the sofa, Y/N held her, kissing her thighs and stroking her hand still intertwined with hers. 

Seconds or minutes or hours could have passed, and Nesta’s heart was still thudding, her ears ringing. When she’d regained enough sense to speak, she was weakly pulling on Y/N’s hand, tugging her up, up towards her. As soon as their faces were close enough, Nesta captured Y/N’s lips in a kiss, moaning at the taste of herself that lingered there. 

“I want you.” Nesta breathed, pulling back just slightly. She stared at Y/N, swallowing, wondering – and knowing, deep down – what the fire was that had been lit inside of her. “I want — more.” 

Y/N studied her face, the flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Nesta’s mouth, and then she was tugging her to her feet. “So stay.” She said. 

Nesta didn’t need to respond – not as Y/N pulled her from the room on shaking legs. 

She felt more alive than she had in months. Than she thought she might ever feel again.

And for the first time in years – perhaps for the first time in her life – she felt like she’d found home.

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[thestarlightexpress]

Kinktober Day 6 - Pet Play - Nesta x Reader x Eris

TW: sexual themes, degradation, praise, cum eating, etc.

word count: 1.84k

A/N: this is literally just filth, i don't apologize for what I wrote when i was ovulating

Kinktober Masterlist

NSFW under the cut

The lush carpet beneath your legs soothed the ache of your arms pulled back by the fur-lined cuffs. Your palms started to sweat under Nesta’s piercing glare. She was perched up on the arm of the couch, clad in a maroon skin-tight dress, that you were kneeling next to. She leaned forward and hooked a slender finger against the collar lightly constricting your neck.

The pressure on the collar forced you to arch your neck up to look into her stoney gray eyes. Nesta tilted her head to the side as she took in your nude form kneeling for her. “You look so pretty like this, pet. Ready for us to use you,” your breath shuddered in and out of you, waves of arousal coursing through your body at the praise.

To your right, you heard Eris scoff. You dared a glance at him - still wearing his crisp white button up shirt and brown slacks, his forest green suit jacket laying across the back of his favorite armchair. The High Lord sat in the chair by the fireplace, gripping a glass of Autumn whiskey. His legs were spread out and you could see the firm bulge in his pants, spurred on by watching his wife with their consort. 

Nesta’s cold hand grasped your chin and brought your attention back to her. “Ignore him, love. He’s just sour that he doesn’t get to play with you first. Now, come here.” You quickly crawled over to her on your knees. She moved to sit on the couch cushion. Nesta scooted forward to perch on the edge of the cushion. She pulled up her dress to her waist and revealed her glistening cunt to you. You kneeled by her with your face a few inches away from her and looking up into her eyes, obediently waiting for her instructions.

Her palm came down to cup your cheek, “Good job, puppy. You can go ahead, don’t stop until I tell you.” Your heart soared in your chest as you leaned in to lick a stripe up the seam of her pussy before swirling your wet tongue around her clit. The sultry taste of her slick had you dripping onto the carpet. 

Nesta let out a raspy moan and pushed your face into her cunt. You made sure to lap at her entrance before going back up to suck on her clit. Her hand tangled in your hair and rocked your face against her. She wrapped her legs around you so you couldn’t move, you would gladly suffocate in her delicious pussy if she allowed you to. 

While you were eating her out, she made a point to stare directly at Eris - taunting him. He just stared back at her before downing the rest of his glass. They were locked in a battle of wits, neither willing to look away. He slowly unlaced his pants and pulled out his cock, precum already leaking from the time. Heat radiated from him and sparks flew from the fireplace as he stroked his cock to the sounds of his wife being pleasured.

Nesta’s breaths quickened, “That’s it pup, right there. Let me cum all over that pretty face.” Your tongue sped up as she neared her high. You pushed your tongue into her entrance and Nesta gushed and spilled in your mouth and all over your face. 

She stroked your hair, “Thank you, love. So good for me. Now lick up all my cum.”. You immediately dove back into her pussy, licking up every bit of her sweet essence you could find, even licking down to her ass and licking up what spilled onto the couch. The slightly demeaning act didn’t deter you at all. 

She lightly tapped your head to signal that you were done. You sat back on your heels as she slid back on the seat and peered down at you. She glanced over at Eris, still stroking his cock in earnest. “Now, go make that pretty mouth useful again and suck his cock. If you do well, I’ll let you cum tonight.” You quickly nodded and looked over to Eris. 

He vanished his remaining clothes and motioned you over to him, “Walk over to me, bunny.” You shakily rose up onto your feet and slowly padded over to him, standing between his legs. He took off the cuffs and set them on the side table. His warm hands gripped your waist and ran over your thighs and ass. 

One slipped down between your cheeks and he ran his fingers through your folds, making you shiver in his hold. Two fingers slipped into your cunt and collected your arousal on the digits. “You’re fucking soaked, kit. Always so wet for us,” he brought his hand up to his lips and sucked his fingers clean, releasing them with a pop. “Still tastes divine, love. Now kneel for me.” 

You dropped down to your knees and scooched closer to him. He smirked and tapped the leaking head of his cock on your lips and let it rest there, testing to see if you could wait until he gave you permission. The shaky breaths from your nose teasing his tip had him shivering in his chair. “Good job, now take a deep breath and relax your throat. I’m not going to be gentle.” 

You did what he said and he tapped your jaw once. Your chin dropped down and you let your tongue relax low in your mouth, letting a bit of spit leak from the corner of your lips. “Such a needy mess for my cock.” He braced a hand on the back of your head and slowly eased your lips down onto his cock.

He threw his head back and groaned at the slick, sultry feeling of your mouth. He started to speed up, quickly pushing your head up and down over his member. He lowly growled in pleasure as your tongue ran over a thick vein on the underside of his cock with every stroke. 

While you sucked him off, Nesta moved from her spot on the couch. She stripped off her dress and went to lay on the bed, right in Eris’ line of sight. She started playing with her tits and clit as he started to fuck your mouth. 

Instead of guiding you down onto him, he used both hands to hold your head still. Eris braced his feet on the floor as he started to thrust up into your throat. It quickly became too much for you and you started tearing up and gagging on your cock. 

The feeling of your throat constricting around him turned Eris slightly feral. He aggressively bucked up into you while loudly moaning. “Oh fuck that’s it right there. Let me fuck that tight little throat.” Tears were streaming down your face at this point and you felt light-headed at the lack of oxygen. “Such a slutty puppy. Just a whore for my cock, aren’t you?”

You were so close to cumming just from his words alone. While you thoroughly enjoyed lapping at Nesta’s cunt, you fucking loved letting Eris use your mouth, fucking you out for his pleasure alone. 

He suddenly pulled you off his cock and grabbed your face. He leaned over and spit into your open mouth. “I’m going to cum in this pretty little mouth and don’t you dare swallow unless we say.” You stuck your tongue out awaiting his cum as he rapidly jerked off in front of you. 

His breaths became uneven and the first spurts of his release shot onto your tongue and the bridge of your nose. He snarled as his orgasm washed over him, “Gods, that’s it. Take all that fucking cum right in that pretty, little mouth for me.” He continued to slowly stroke his cock until he got every last drop on you. 

He patted your head approvingly - “Stay here” -  before standing and strolling over to Nesta. He smirked at her, “Are you enjoying yourself over here? Touching what’s mine while I fuck her mouth?” His fingers ghosted over her clit before harshly slapping it.

She suddenly hissed, “Ass.”

“I wouldn’t have to be an ass if you would just act correctly and not be bratty. Now lay down and don’t move until I tell you.

Eris turned back to you, “Come here, pup. Give her my cum, show Nes what she could get if she would just behave.” As you walked over to Nesta, Eris spread her legs and quickly shoved his thick cock into her, already hard again. 

You leaned over Nesta and kissed her, letting the mix of cum and spit fall from your mouth to hers. Her tongue dipped into your mouth, cleaning it of all of Eris’ cum before swallowing. “Thank you for that, pup. Now come sit on my face so I can give you your reward.” You smiled before hoisting your hips up and over her face, making sure your were facing Eris as he brutally fucked into her. 

You gingerly hovered over Nesta’s mouth before she tugged you down to set your weight down on her face. You braced your hands below her breasts as you started whimpering and moaning from her lips wrapping around your clit.

Eris looked into your eyes as he fucked a marginal amount of Nesta’s bratty attitude out of her. “Tell me, little fox - does she feel good? How does it feel to have her moaning into her cunt while I fuck her?” You were already on the verge of cumming and his filthy words were not helping. 

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck she feels so good. I wanna cum so hard, can I please cum for you?” Eris smirked at how well they had you trained for them. 

“Of course, my love. You’ve been so good for us tonight. Make her cum, Nes.” Nesta forcefully gripped your hips and pulled you even farther down as you canted your hips across her face. The sounds coming from your cunt were absolutely glorious and helped push you over the edge. “Such a good girl, bunny.”

Eris’ attention switched to the female he was pounding into. “You make her feel so good, Nes - fuck - always make her cum so hard for us.” Nesta’s cunt clenched around him and he drove her closer to another orgasm. “Yeah, keep squeezing me just like that baby. Gods your cunt feels amazing, always so perfect for me.”

Nes moaned into your pussy as she continued to lick, quickly overstimulating you. Eris was close and used his full force to buck into Nesta. “Take my cum, love. I’m going to fill both up until you can’t hold anymore.”

Her walls fluttered around him as she came and he spilled his hot cum into her. After taking a few seconds, he slowly pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her. You gingerly clambered off her face to lay down between your High Lord and High Lady as they cuddled their fucked-out puppy to sleep.

[pit-and-the-pen]

Got it Bad- Nessian x Reader

I just reread Silver Flame and I… Listen. My bisexsual ass does not know who I love more.

Summary:  Smut (18+), Threesome (M x F xF), p in v sex, face sitting, oral (m/f receiving), spit, shy reader and slight dom! Nesta and Cassian, slight cum play, porn no plot. 

Pairing: Nessian x mated! reader

This is my first threesome that I’ve written 

Another one I wrote on my phone so only slightly edited. 

WC: 2.8k

It truly wasn’t fair sometimes, having not one but two insanely beautiful mates. The heat that had lingered over your whole body seemed to flaring up full force as you watched the two of them training. It was your turn to sit and watch, and watch you certainly did. Beads of sweat were rolling down Cassian's toned abs and Nesta’s face was deliciously flushed as she blocked every one of Cassian’s moves with expert skill. The noises coming from both of them were enough to make your face heat up, shifting slightly in your spot on the ground. The longest you watched them, the more your mind drifted.  How Cassian’s sweat would taste as you kissed your way down his stomach, the sweet noises you would draw out of Nesta. It was driving you wild. 

There was absolutely no reason for you to be wanting them this much. Cassian had already wrung two orgasms from you before you had even gotten out of bed this morning. 

“You okay, sweetheart, you look a little warm?” He said as he crouched down to get a better look at your face. He brings up a gentle hand to rest on your cheek and the gentle touch has you biting back a whine. Recognition flashes across his face, the small shift sending the scent of your arousal straight to him. “Does seeing us train turn you on, sweet girl?” He teases and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not jump him right there at the tone in his voice. That sweet voice with a slight bite in it turns your knees to jelly every single time. You find it in yourself to nod and he turns his head back to Nesta. She raised an eyebrow at him and he leaned back in to whisper into your ear. “Why don’t you show our mate how much you like it?” You blushed and caught Nesta’s eyes before sending all of the need down the bond. You're rewarded with her intake of breath and that pretty pink creeping up her high cheekbones.  She stalks over to Cassian and I and offers me a hand. Nearly stumble over myself trying to grab it, the action causing Nesta to give a small laugh. Your blush intensifies as Nesta hauls me to my feet. Your mouth dries out when you notice how close her face is to yours. When you try to angle your head to join your lips, she wraps a hand into your hair, holding you still. She runs her nose over your jaw line and down your neck. The touch pulling a pitiful whine from your lips. 

“She does feel a little warm Cas.” She pulls away from you, leaving you cold as a shiver runs down your spine. “Maybe we should bring her inside.” Your stomach flips at the suggestive tone of her voice and Cassian’s wings flare out slightly as he catches onto her meaning. He’s practically pulling you back to the house, Nesta and you laughing together at his urgency. 

Nesta’s lips are on yours the second the door is closed, my back pressed against the hall. You suck down her strawberry and mint taste until you're panting against her. Your hands wind into her braid and she nips at my bottom lip, asking for permission. You don’t hesitate to let her tongue lick into my mouth, moaning at the contact and she bites your lips again for good measure. When she goes to pull away, you use your grip in her hair to pull her face back to yours. Cassian clears his throat from the other side of the room, “Nes' ' was all he said and Nesta was unwinding your hands from her hair and walking over to him, leaving you breathless against the door. He pulled her onto his lap and brought his lips to hers. The kiss heated up and you saw Cassian's grip move down to her hip and started rocking Nesta against his thigh. You moaned almost at the same time she did and the pair broke apart. Nesta gave you a wicked smile and hopped off Cassian's lap only to start pulling off her training clothes. Inch by inch her gorgeous skin was revealed to you and all you could do was remain stuck to that stupid door, legs refusing to move. 

“Come here bunny.” Cassian cooed at you and it was like he put you under a spell, feet finally moving you in the direction you wanted. Nesta came up behind you and you stood in front of Cassian and teased at the hem of your shirt, asking permission to take it off. You nodded, whimpering out a small “please”. 

“Arms up” she said and you obliged, the material feeling too rough as it trailed up your heated skin. Cassian’a eyes darkened as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra and your breasts were on full display. Nesta made a soft ticking noise before her hands were wrapping around your front, hands going to teasingly play with your hardened nipples. It was only her contact at your back that stopped you from melting to the floor. Her mouth trailing open kisses along your shoulder and deft fingers tweaking your nipples. Your head leaned back onto her shoulder as you cried out. You could vaguely hear Cassian shuffling out of his own clothes, the various buckles of his leathers clanking as he threw them somewhere in the room. He gently pulled you out of Nestas hold, the female behind you making a displeased noise. 

Cassian laid you on your back and started to pull your pants along with your panties off in one swift motion. You gasped softly as the cold air of the room hit your soaked core. Cassian and Nesta smirked at each other when they saw the slight shine of your arousal on your thighs. “We barely touched you and you’re already soaked.” Nesta teased but the words were lost because at the same time Cassian had swiped a large finger up your folds. He pulled away, fingers glistening and you felt your face heat up. He brought his fingers up to your mouth and you gladly took them between your lips. The make above you groaning as you swirl your tongue along the digits. You sucked hard and he pulled his fingers out with a popping sound, a long string of spit coming off his fingers. Nesta pulls Cassian in for another kiss, you can’t look away from the heated moment and Cassian goes to wrap his arm around Nesta before she pulls away. She climbs into you hips, thighs straddling yours and squeezes your cheeks. You instantly open your mouth and she spits on your tongue. You can taste her and Cassian, mixed with the linger taste of your own arousal and your core clenches. She closes your mouth gently and watches with a primal look in her eyes as you swallow, sticking your tongue out to show her. She pats your cheek gently, “good girl.” She praises and you smile dumbly at her. 

The groan you hear from besides you has your eyes moving over to Cassian. His hand wrapped around his hardened length. 

You tap Nestas legs and she climbs off of you. Sliding off the bed, you take the few steps it takes to stand in front of Cassian. He leans back onto his arms, stopping the motion of his hand, as you sink to your knees. His hands are sweeping your hair off your shoulder before he’s even in your mouth. Giving a light pull so your chin is tilted up. You’re eye level with his throbbing cock and you let out a whine at not being able to have him in your mouth. “Want it that bad?” Cassian growls out, you nod as best as you can with his grip on your hair. He lets out a heavy breath and flexes his hips, letting you know you can get started. And that you do. 

You instantly take him half way down your throat, the sudden contact making him yelp which turns into a throaty moan. What you can’t take in your mouth, your hands are stroking. Following behind your mouth as you take him deeper each time. Head bobbing up and down at the fast pace he likes. “Look at my sweet little Bunny, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He says between grunts. You hum at the praise and are rewarded with the buck of his hips. Hands still in your hair, he uses it to pull you off of him, the question in his eyes. All you do is take him in your mouth again, letting him rest on your tongue. That’s all it takes for him to start thrusting into your mouth. Harsh thrust that pulls pretty gags from your throat. Your nose touches those toned abs and he holds you there just long enough for tears to prick in the corners of your eyes before he pulls you all the way off. You’re panting and going to lean back to him but he stops you. “I think we’ve left out our other mate. Why don’t you go make it up to her?” 

You look over to Nesta and are met with the sight of her rubbing slow circles on her clit. Her eyes lock on yours and that’s all it takes for you to raise off your knees and join her again on the bed. Crawling over to her, you lightly swat away her hand and replace it with your own. Copying her slow pace. She squirms under your touch and moans softly. You speed up your movements. “Need… need more” she moaned. You’re rewarded with her pretty scream as you sink two fingers into her, fingers already brushing that sweet spot inside of her. You’re so distracted by her pretty noises that you don’t realize Cassian coming up behind you. It takes every bit of concentration not to stop your fingers as Cassian lifts you up and crawls under you, placing your dripping core over his face. You give Nesta a particularly hard thrust as Cassian licks a long stripe up your cunt. Arching into his face, he wraps his hands around your thighs and licks lazily up and down. 

Nesta’s and your moans fill the room as you slip another finger inside of her, moving faster still. Her hips buck to meet your hand and you know she’s close. Smirking to yourself at her blissed out face. You pull your fingers out and resume the tight circles on her clit. She hisses slightly at the sudden change, eyes fluttering open. Her mouth hangs open as she moans a garbled version of your name. Small shakes rack through her as she grips onto your wrist. Her orgasm barreling through her and your hands don’t stop as you work her through it. She falls back against the mattress with a content smile on her face. 

Cassian really starts on you once he realizes Nestas finished. He pulls you even tighter against his face and thrusts his tongue inside of you. Your back arches and your hands shoot out into the sheets to steady yourself. Nesta still laid back on the mattress, eyes now watching you ride Cassian's face. Your moans raise in pitch and she pulls herself off the mattress. Kneeling in front of you, she pulls you in for a searing kiss. Capturing every moan Cassian pulls from you, she greedily swallows them down. Her hands land on your breasts again and start to kneed at the soft flesh. Cassian scrapes his teeth lightly over your clit and that’s all it takes for your own orgasm to rip through you. Hips bucking against his face as Nesta sinks her teeth into your lip, muffling the scream that tears out of your throat. You sag against her and Cassian slips out from under you. Once your breathing has settled slightly, you look back at Cassian. His face and chin coated with your release. “Nes, you go first.” You offer and she’s smirking as she crawls over to Cassian. 

A rough hand on his shoulder pushes him to his back and she’s already sinking down onto him. He roars once she’s fully seated against him and when he goes to grab her hips, she playfully swats his hands away. Instead she places her hands on his chest and uses the leverage to grind against him. His hands knot into the sheets and you can only watch the place where they’re connected. Cassian's thick length slipping into and out of her, that creamy ring at the base from Nesta’s previous release. It’s enough to make you moan. The sound only makes Nesta’s hips speed up. She finally lets him grip her hips and he starts to meet her thrusts. High pitched whines leave Nesta’s mouth as a string of curses falls from Cassian’s. You can’t stop the hand that trails down your stomach, skin itching with need. You don’t even bother to pause as you thrust a finger into yourself. Biting your lip to stop the loud cry the action pulls from your mouth. 

The pair looking over at you, eyes hazy with lust. Nesta gives Cassian a few more long strokes, slowly raising and lowering herself before she pulls off of him. “We can’t leave our needy girl out of this,” She winks at you, “As much as she does love watching me fuck you silly.” You whimper at her words. Both of them turn their attention back to you. Cassian pulls your hand away from your aching hole, ignoring your whine. He’s pushing you down to your back and Nesta is already climbing up to your head. Your hands find her thighs and help her get situated as she lowers herself onto your waiting tongue. You groan at the taste of her. Your hand gliding up to her clit as you fuck her with your tongue. 

Cassian’s fingers slip into you and the moan you release into Nesta has her cursing above you. Grinding harder onto your face. Once Cassian has stretched you out enough, he withdrawals his fingers and you feel his thighs brush against yours. You part your legs wider, silently begging him to fill you. He pushes in achingly slow, inch by inch to let you adjust. His hands wrap under your knees to push them up to your chest. 

You can do nothing but cry out as Cassian starts to plow into you. Hips digging deliciously into your thighs and you feel tears start to roll down your face. Mind already numb to anything but your mates over you. Blood is drumming against your ears, you would be surprised if the others couldn’t hear your frantic heartbeat as the three of you work to get each other off. Nesta finishes first but you pull her back down, holding her hips to your face, your tongue not stopping. She twitches against you, head thrown back in a silent moan. Her hands twist themselves into your hair and the painful sting on your scalp as she pulls only spurs you on. She moans out, “Please, don’t stop.” So you don’t. 

Cassian’s harsh thrusts are sending you over the edge before you can even process it. His own cries are muffled by Nesta’s thighs. His thrusts get deeper, pulling out less and less until he’s bucking his hips against yours. Grinding deep into you. Nesta and you come for a second time together. When she rides out her bliss, she’s tapping on your shoulder, signaling you to let her up. You can finally hear Cassian’s moans. He’s loud enough to shake the paintings on the walls. Grunting and panting, followed by strings of curses. “Such a perfect little cunt. You take me so well, take both your mates so well…Fuck. I love you. Both of you.” His hips stutter a little and you can tell he’s close. You see Nesta’s hands go to stroke that tender spot on his wings and that’s all it takes for him to fill you up. He pulls out, his seed leaking onto your thigh. You have to push Nesta away from your leaking hole as she swipes her tongue through your folds. Too worn out to have her mouth on you. 

The three of you lay panting on the bed. Limbs tangled around each other as you all bask in your post-orgasmic bliss. Cassian eventually pulls away from the bed to run a bath for all of you. Your tub almost has its own room to be able to fit all three of you, including Cassian’s wings. Both you and Nesta are wrapped in a tender kiss and Cassian joins you back on the bed, he tucks both of you onto his chest. The three of you drift off to sleep wrapped in each other. Bath completely forgotten.

[shadowdaddies]

Library Etiquette

Nesta x Reader

A/N: thinking about domme!Nesta and her smutty books as usual. I need her

Warnings: SMUT below the cut, d/s dynamics, oral f!receiving, face sitting, slight exhibitionism?, praise and degradation

Nestled into the cushions of the couch by the fireplace, you felt at peace in your comfort place. You were in your favorite corner of the library, secluded from the busy priestesses conducting their studies. It was a quiet corner of the world where you went to enjoy a cup of tea or glass of wine while you read your romance books. 

You were reading a particularly spicy scene, grateful for the semi-privacy of the sitting area as your cheeks flushed and arousal heated your core. You were struggling with self control as the scene progressed, resisting the urge to slip your hand under your dress to relieve some of the tension. You were about to leave the library to go finish the chapter in private when you heard soft footfalls padding towards you.

Nesta came up behind you, placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head as she gracefully moved to sit by your feet on the couch. She smirked, eyes darkening as she scented your arousal. “What are you reading, little love?” Your cheeks flushed even further as you stumbled to answer her before she grabbed the book from your hands, her smile widening as she skimmed the explicit passage. 

You scented her own arousal now, as she sat the book down on the coffee table and spread your legs open on the couch, trailing her hands up and down your thighs as your breathing turned ragged. “I was looking all over for you so that I could take care of you, bunny, and here you are, reading filth, practically dripping on the couch for anyone to walk by and see. Do you think you can take care of yourself better than I do? Would you rather I not touch you?” Nesta taunted as she pulled back from your body. You shook your head desperately, “No, Nesta. Please, I’m sorry I didn’t know where you were.” You gently grabbed her hands, cautiously guiding her back to where she was stroking your thighs. “Please, touch me, Nes. I need you,” you breathed, arching into her touch.

She smirked at you before looking down to where your dress had ridden up to expose your embarrassingly soaked through underwear. Cocking her head as she let out a soft hum, Nesta lightly swiped one finger up your clothed pussy. “You are quite needy, aren’t you?” she whispered, not taking her eyes off your center. “I would say you don’t deserve it for practically touching your self in public like a desperate slut, but I’m feeling generous tonight,” she winked, leaning down to lick a broad stripe over your panties. You mewled and writhed beneath her touch, so sensitive from the prolonged teasing. 

Nesta delivered a harsh smack to your clit, and you gasped, toes curling as you gaped at her, wide-eyed. She gave you a pitiless stare in return. “You forget we are in a public space, and a library at that. You will be quiet, dove, or I will silence you.” You took a deep breath, whispering a “yes, ma’am” as you braced yourself. Nesta knew what she was doing, however, and pulled your underwear to one side , quickly diving in and sucking your clit hard. You arched your back as you bit down hard on your arm in an attempt to be quiet, but Nesta brought two fingers up to curl them against your walls as she gave quick kitten licks to your clit, and you let out something between a moan and a scream at the overstimulation. 

Nesta quickly sat up, delivering another smack to your clit that caused you to jerk from the sensitivity. She shook her head as she tsk’d in admonishment. “I told you to keep quiet, bunny. But you weren’t, were you?” You stared at her, biting your lip as you fumbled for an excuse. Nesta pinched your clit harshly, “I told you you would be quiet, or that I’d make you be quiet, didn’t I?” 

This time, she didn’t wait for your response before standing up, slipping off her own underwear before lifting her skirt to settle herself above your face. Your head was completely covered by her skirts, while your own were still lifted, exposing you to the cold air of the library, and any prying eyes that you wouldn’t be able to see. 

Nesta settled herself above your mouth, her clit rubbing against your nose as she ordered you to open. You obeyed, laying your tongue out for her as she began rocking back and forth, fucking your face. “Good girl, now I know how to keep you nice and quiet for me,” she cooed from above you. Her juices were dripping down your chin as she stilled above you and ordered, “get to work, dove.” You greedily took the opportunity, licking and sucking her clit with fervor, dipping your tongue into her center as you softly moaned at her taste. You brought up two fingers, spreading and twisting them inside her to gather her slick before curling them against the spot you knew would send her over the edge quickly. “Fuck, right there, love. So good,” Nesta moaned. Her praise encouraged you to double-down on your efforts, and you felt her clench around you, her legs shaking as you worked her through her orgasm. 

After a moment, Nesta collected herself and lifted off of you, revealing your wild eyes and face coated in her essence as you looked to her for approval. She gave you a sweet kiss, grabbing your hand to guide you off the couch as she grabbed your book. She paused to turn and give you another kiss before leading you back to your bedroom, “let’s go reenact this scene, love.”

[decomposing-writer]

Night Court Ladies NSFW Headcanons

A/N: I did the batboys so naturally I had to do the ladies as well. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know if you would want to see any other characters in the MaasVerse!

DISCLAIMER: (MINORS DNI) Suggestive but also not really. Nothing insane though obviously NSFW.

AMREN: Voyeurism → She would 100% want to watch you, perhaps with Varian. She would order you to ride him hard, while she sits nearby rubbing her clit in time with you. Getting closer and closer as she watches you shove yourself down on her lover’s cock repeatedly. Ordering Varian to tweak your nipples with one hand while his other grasps your neck. Her eyes only on you despite his proximity, as she guides you to completion. 

MOR: Oral → Pleasing you with her mouth would be her favorite pastime. Watching your back arch as she buries her tongue inside of you again and again. Holding your thighs open so that she can watch the way your pebbled nipples undulate while she rubs your clit simultaneously. Not stopping until you give her everything and then some. 

FEYRE: Tribadism → The High Lady loves tribbing with you, especially if you are below her. Her favorite position is your leg over her shoulder, as it gives her a perfect view of your writhing form. She will work your hips in tandem with hers but will control the tempo. Making a point of stopping if you are too close to cumming before her. Or slowing her thrusts the slightest bit if she feels like you need a reminder of who’s in charge. 

ELAIN: Kissing → Elaine is a romantic, and though she's fine with any kind of lovemaking with you, she does prefer kisses to always be involved. Whether it's slow flicks of your tongues against one another, as you grind together. Or breathy lip biting to go with your heavy petting. She would always enjoy her lips on your own. 

NESTA: Strap-On → She is absolutely a switch, and in this case using a strap on you would be her favorite. Nesta would take you from behind in deep strokes, while propped on one knee. Guiding your hips back onto her own while keeping you in a deep arch for her. She wouldn’t allow you to hide your moans either, making a point of snatching a fist full of your hair so that she could hear every bit of the pleasure she was wringing from you. 

[tadpolesonalgae]

Nessian x reader: Punishment[*] (Drabble)

A/N: Nessian isn’t a want, it’s a need 😭

Warnings: Smut, Facesitting, threesome fmf, cockwarming (kinda), orgasm denial (mentioned), Nessian

I want to see reader and Nesta just make Cass loose his mind. Just teasing him continuously throughout the day, or even during a week he’s away? Just you and Nesta touching one another as you send the pleasure down the bond, the male able to sense every breath, every flick of a tongue.

When he returns, he’s got it in for Nesta, who tries to wriggle out of it but you and Cass tag team her, Cassian throwing her over his broad shoulder as you happily follow behind her, skipping contently. You’re relieved he’s under the impression it was Nesta’s idea, and you’re fine to allow him to believe that if it keeps his attention from you.

Whenever Nesta says something to rile you up, Cassian’s hand smacks against her ass, making her flush and bite her lip. Then she’s thrown onto the bed, Cassian ordering you to set that pretty ass down on her. Every time Cassian’s a little mean to her, she nips at your clit, making you whine.

“Come on, Nes. You’ve taken me deeper before, what’s the hold up?” Nip.

“Aw, is your whorish cunt too sensitive from being played with while I was gone?” Nip.

“That’s right, fuckin’ eat her up for me. If she doesn’t come on your tongue, you’re not getting your high either.” Nip.

He does this whenever one of you misbehaves: uses you against each other. If one disobeys, both receive a punishment.

“Cass,” you whimper when her canines again scrape over your sensitive bud, hips flinching. His eyes flick to yours, hot delight boiling in their heated depths, “don’t come crying to me, dove. I thought you and Nes were a team? Good girls stick together.”

Nesta catches on quickly. Quicker than you do, at least, because when you dip you head to whine her name, she nips again, arms latching tighter over your hips as she keeps you locked to her face. Your breath catches as her tongue pushes into you, your hands braced on her sternum as you keen on her tongue. “Nes…” you whine, rolling your hips down.

You’re too preoccupied with your own pleasure to notice the other two have halted, Cassian pressed tight against Nesta’s hips, fully concealed save for the bump in her lower abdomen. “Nes…I’m gonna…” you pant, fingers pressing down as you bite the inside of your lip. You’re unaware of the General’s predatory eyes hunting your every movement. The orgasm blossoms across your skin, heat and pleasure unfurling from within as they lay siege to your body, ravishing you. Your mouth forms a delighted ‘O’, Cassian’s heated gaze marking it hungrily.

Heavy breaths puff from your chest as you come down from your peak. It takes a few seconds for you to drift back to your mind, having been flown so high moments before that the plummet catches you for surprise. Wearily, you peek open your eyes, only to be met with depthless hunger. A small smile tips your features, his own mouth slicing into a feline grin. “I don’t think you asked for that one, did you dove?”

Cassian’s large palm splays across the bump in Nesta’s abdomen, the pressure making her back arch, instinctively lapping at your heat. You suck in a sharp breath, flinching at the sensitivity. “Huh?” You manage, moving to raise your hips from her face but she keeps you pressed against her, tongue beginning to move.

“Look at me,” Cassian drawls, leaning forward, pressing deeper inside Nesta’s cunt. You drag you eyes to his as you piece together what’s about to happen. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you, dove. You played an equal part in Nes’ plan.” You tighten on her mouth, trying to push away as she suckles on your clit, nipping. “Nes…” you whimper, pawing at her iron grip.

The male’s hand grips your jaw, tugging you painfully, forcing you to look at him. “Come on, gotta take it. You’re our good girl, aren’t ‘cha?” Through silver lined eyes you nod, bottom lip trembling with apprehension. “Yeah? You’re gonna be good for us?” Cassian repeats, thumb brushing beneath your lashes. You nod, desperate to do anything that’ll get you out of whatever he’s planned.

He smiles, but it’s a not a kind one. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he drawls, mouth brushing your own, “Nes’s gonna let you go.” You breathe a sigh of relief. Too soon. His fingers bite into the soft flesh of your jaw. “Uh-uh, I’m not finished yet, dove.” You swallow, eyes gazing up to his. “We’re gonna have some alone time, just me and Nes.” He says it so reassuringly but you know they’re cunning like that.

“You following?” At the soft taunt, Nesta sucks at your clit, making you jolt, “yes— yes, Sir.” He nods, appreciatively. “I want you to go run yourself a nice bath, yeah? Make yourself a hot meal, read a chapter or two of that book you like? Get yourself all soft and pliable for us.” Your brow dips in confusion, lips parting. That sounds promising. Lovely, even. “Can you do that?”

The tension is already seeping from your body, settling comfortably atop Nesta’s heavenly mouth. You nod eagerly, a contented smile settling over your lips at the prospect of an evening of self-satisfying luxury. Cassian smiles at you, but there’s something off about it. Either way, you aren’t about to complain. You’re definitely being let off the hook far too easily.

“Better hurry along, then.”

You return the smile, leaning upward as you press a thankful kiss to his mouth. It’s warm and soft, until his teeth nip at your lower lip, pulling back slightly to brush words over your mouth. “Every high Nes reaches while you’re gone, is one that’ll be detracted from you.” Then he pulls away, helping you off Nes’ mouth. “What?” You stammer, mind sizzling at his words. The male grins deviously, “better be on your way, huh?” Cassian lands a smack to your ass that sets you in motion as you hurriedly scramble of the bed.

Nesta shoots you a look as you reach the door. Quick. It’s easy to read, and you waste no time in hurrying along to complete your tasks.

“Oh, dove?” Cassian calls, wicked delight soaking his tongue. “If I sense you’ve skipped over any steps, or hurried too much, I’ll send you away for a repeat.”

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[littlest-w01f]

Bookstore

Nesta x Reader

Nesta MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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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