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readychilledwine · 4 days

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Pleaseee please could you do obsessive acotar boys who can’t get enough of reader please?

Obsessed

Clingy ACOTAR boys headcanons

Warnings- suggestive themes, mentions of abuse, possessive vibes, death, different ideas I either tossed out or was too insecure to post in short form (including an AU where Feyre doesn't destroy Spring and Tamlin isn't turned into what he's turned into), Beron, abuse, the Weaver, Ianthe, pregnancy

Rhysand

The bond snapped after Feyre freed them from the mountain. You were walking with her, giggling about heading home to Spring.

Of course, his mate was his enemy's little sister, and of course that only further the obsession.

Rhys wanted to free you from under Tamlin's grasp, and it became his mission.

It started with daily letters that you ignored.

Then gifts brought to you by shadows.

Then he'd show up in your room. Smiling as he leaned back against your headboard. "Hello y/n Darling."

You caved after 2 weeks of his nightly visits. Allowing him to plan your "kidnapping"

He rips you from Spring with Feyre. Having convinced Tamlin that if he was so worried about his bride to be, he should send his baby sister as a chaperone.

Once he has you in his home, in your home, those soft touches you two shared at night were no longer enough

His lips were on your body constantly. Your hands, your neck, your own soft lips.

Speaking of hands, I hope you like physical contact, because he has to constantly touch you.

In public, the placement is so respectful. Lower back to the lower side, resting just about your hips, guiding you as you shop and spend his money.

When you finally warm his bed, he cancels all plans the next day to ensure he has proper time to explore your body.

He memorized every freckle, every stretch mark, every scar. He doesn't stop until he knows every ticklish spot, every spot that makes your toes curl.

His love languages are gifts and physical touch, so once you opened that box, you opened a whole can of worms.

You are pulled into unused bedrooms, his office, Azriel and Cassian's offices when they're away, supply closets. He doesn't stop until he's tasted you on every surface and in every room.

I wish you luck during the frenzy. He won't stop until you are throughly spent and bred. How else will he ensure you never leave him?

Cassian

He had admired you while you two were growing up together in Windhaven.

He watched you do your chores and got his ass kicked for it more than he wants to admit.

Even at a young age, Cassian courted you. He didn't care that the flowers he was pulling were weeds. He still turned them into a bouquet or had Rhysand's mother weave them into your hair.

That didn't change as you two grew older together. By 18, it was known you were his, and by that point, everyone knew not to fuck with what's Cassian's.

He wouldn't touch you until your chores were done, wanting to spare you what little pain he could from your father's heavy hand.

Cassian wasn't respectful with his hand placement. The male has always had high sex drive, and he found his match in you.

You and Cassian shamelessly fucked in places that had your dear mother crying. The weapon storage shed. The forest. The mess hall once it was empty.

It was no shock to anyone, especially not you and Cassian, when the bond snapped right as he was leaving for the first war with Hybern.

When he came home to you and took you to Velaris, all bets were off. Rhys settled you two into the House of Wind, Azriel into the Riverhouse, and he took the townhouse.

The two of them never flew to the House of Wind without warning you or Cassian first. To do so had them risking walking in on you riding or Cassian with his head thrown back as you screamed for him.

Cassian can't stop touching you. He can't stop talking about you. He can't stop being in love with you. Even if the only way he knows how to show it is physically.

Not that you're complaining. You didn't need to walk anywhere today.

Azriel

Azriel worshipped you the second Rhysand's mother brought you back to the cabin.

Your voice became salvation, your scent became home, and your hands healed part of him he did not even know was broken.

The bond snapped young for you two. He had just turned 18, and you were still 16. He took his distance then, allowing you to explore the world much to your own protests. You understood why after two years.

It was the most selfless thing anyone had ever done for you. He allowed you to grow without his influence, despite how painful it had to have been watching you with other males.

Your father sees this whole relationship and mateship as a benefit to him alone. He takes you and Azriel to Velaris during the war.

He unknowingly allowed the relationship to go to heights he had already said were off limits to Azriel.

The number of times you had to mask your scent during dinner because a shadow was all too happily playing in your skirts was almost comical.

The relationship between you two is never able to go beyond heated kisses, stolen touches, and lingering glances.

Even in death, Azriel comes to you, speaking to you when he's lost and lonely.

He still obsessed over you, wishing he had more time, wishing he was with you. But the pain lessened.

Being ripped from the Cauldron by Amren was painful and terrifying.

You had a new body, modeled after your old one. You were slightly taller this time, and your face was still able to send males to war.

As much as it pained Azriel, he allowed Rhysand to be the first to you. He allowed your brother to be the one to hold you as you cried, confused and asking where you were. He let Mor go next, then Amren listening as the ancient being told you it was okay and that your purpose was not finished, so she was told to bring you back. Cassian dropped to his knees before you. Holding you as he apologized.

But Azriel waited. He walked beside you in silence as you were taken to the warcamp.

All bets were off once you were in his tent.

You don't know if you rushed to him first or if he came to you, but that reunion kiss was rough. Too much teeth and tongue. Tears falling down both of your faces.

He took things slowly with you. Your first life granted you powers like the world had never seen before, and this time was no different. You could move the stars at will, silence the connect other fae shared with their magic without even having to loosen a breath.

It was final confirmation of what many already knew. Rhysand was high lord due to his cock, not his power, and that sheer fact had Azriel on his knees for you once you were ready.

You are his living goddess, and Azriel is always ready to worship.

Lucien

Eris saved both of you. He had sent you to Spring long before you could be ripped from the market in autumn.

Lucien joined you soon after. Crying to the Mother in gratitude the second you came out from hiding behind Tamlin.

You were a rare breed of lesser fae. Your kind looked similar to the high fae by all means, but your kind had the ability to communicate with every living being.

You knew the names of each tree, of each flower, every critter. You could hear the winds whispers, see the colors he asked you to, and tell them all the meaning.

Your kind had been hunted for years, much like the shadowsingers.

It made Lucien almost unbearable when it came to his protective streak. But so did this new freedom.

Lucien is shamelessly in love with you. As an emissary, he gets to travel places you will never see. But he always brings you something back because you are always on his mind.

He brings you ornaments from Winter, jewelry from Day, sea shells from Summer, clothing from Dawn.

Lucien will speak about you for hours on end. It makes Tamlin crazy at times, but seeing how naturally you two fit together quickly makes the sting of jealousy fade.

Lucien purposes under a willow tree. Your absolute favorite one that you go to for guidance. Even if the bond does not snap, he wants you as his wife.

And boy does being his wife make things interesting.

He is suddenly growling at any male who studies your body for too long. Holding you from behind at all times. Showering you with even more things.

The bond snaps after Amarantha mutilated him. It snapped as you were nursing him back to health. Reminding him his beauty has nothing to do with why you love him, but instead it is his kindness and his soul.

You two become mutually obsessed from that point forward. More often than not, you will send a bird to shit on someone if they harm Lucien in any sense.

You both can not keep your hands to yourself anymore. It was as if that scar actually sealed his place as the most handsome male you had ever laid eyes on.

He sends you away to the forest when the 50 years is coming to a close. Not caring if he dies for it.

You would be his last thought if he did. And during that second trial, you were his only thought.

Everything he had done was for your safety, and if he ever saw you again, he would whisper those one thousand words he wanted to say as he laid between your legs, and he would never let go again.

Eris

Childhood best friends to lovers? Anyone? Anyone?

Well... kind of childhood best friends.

You met Eris when he was 6 and you were 5.

Your parents were one of two shadow hound breeders, and Beron was desperate to get his hands on one of your family's pups specifically.

You had this special talent that you could use from the moment you were able to. You seemed to know which hounds needed to be bred together to create the most powerful litters. And you did it all without inbreeding.

Your family quickly took hold of the other breeder's dogs, and you, your father's pride and joy, made their lives better.

Eris becomes obsessed with you from that day forward, and Beron knows it. Hence why you two are married at the young ages of 18 and 17.

Eris is madly in love and in private is very expressive of that.

He shows his love through praise.

"You look absolutely stunning today, little fox," is a common greeting as he brings you a tray of fresh fruits, eggs, breakfast meat of choice, and toast.

The sap cuts your toast into a heart.

He's a hopeless romantic, and it kills you that no one is able to see how he is with you outside of his mother amd your parents who are waiting for the day they get to go to war for him.

The second you end up pregnant, Eris's love turned into true obsession and not the healthy normal kind between partners.

He becomes possessive and overprotective. Your suddenly moved to one of his private hunting cabins with a guard detail and private healer assigned to you and you only.

He has to have his hands on you at all times. The only exception is when he is at the Forest House.

It is love. You know that deep down, but Gods, you are lonely.

You understand why this is happening, though, when he shows up beaten and bruised, limping into your arms for any sense of comfort.

His obsession is your safety. The safety of the lives you carry.

Once you birth his twins, the game changes. The obsession is now on him not being able to get enough of your new body.

Your mom body lives rent-free in Eris's mind. He's stroked himself in his office to the thought of your fuller breasts and supple hips more times than he'd like to admit.

He loves to squeeze your hips, loving the soft feel of them.

He would have gone to war for you beforehand. He does it now.

He wants to see a crown of leaves and berries on your head, sparkling but failing in comparison to the gem he has in his bed.

He crowns you high lady during his coronation.

You are his, and he is yours, regardless of that bond never snapping. You two do not need the Mother nor the Cauldron to decide you are each other's equal and other halves. You already know.

Tamlin

You knew you were Tamlin's mate long before Amarantha. You were a well kept secret, hidden out of fear of Rhysand coming to take you as well.

You made home in The Middle. Becoming friends with the Weaver was interesting, but you two forged a relationship. You bring her food, she offers protection, so yes. You kept her fed.

Tamlin comes back for the second he allows Rhysand to take Feyre.

You two spend the week she is there in bed, fucking like rabbits until he was content.

It's dead silence when Feyre comes back. He had expected Rhysand to keep her, not hold up his end of the bargain, and he also believed their relationship to be over.

Rhys was an idiot if he thought Tamlin couldn't scent the mating bond. He was willingly handing her over, and the High Lord had to aggressively whisper that to Rhys one night in his office to get it through the other male's thick skull.

It took Tamlin tugging the bond for you for Rhysand to understand.

The Lord of Night was almost disgusted by the love and mutual need you and Tamlin shared. He felt the two of you marked him in the scent of roses and petrichor.

The two of them sat Feyre down 3 days later, and she eagerly went to Night after Tamlin finally got her to understand that while he loves her, he cannot help her and love her the way Rhys will be able to.

That freed you two up, much to Ianthe's anger, to make up for lost time all over again.

He lives between your thighs. No one can change my mind, but Tamlin is a munch, and he cannot get enough of the taste of you.

When you find out Ianthe put her hands on him, on Rhysand, on Lucien you and Feyre become a force. Ianthe selling Feyre's sisters to Hybern had been enough for you and Tamlin to begin the process of banishing her. But much to Tamlin's delight, this made you feral.

Feyre crippled the priestess, and you dragged her by her bleach and tone blonde hair to the Weaver, smiling to Stryga.

"Feyre's apology present for stealing the ring, dear friend." Feyre held a breath, fingers squeezing your wrist as the Weaver moved, scenting Ianthe's fear, blood, and tears.

"And what is this?"

The two of you look at each other, mirrored cruel smiles before speaking in unison, "Dinner."

Tamlin, Lucien, and Rhysand watched from a distance as Feyre retreated to them, and you stayed to ensure the priestess did not somehow escape. "I can see why you love her," Rhysand started slowly. "She's-"

"Everything," Tamlin stated softly. "She is everything."

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redbleedingrose · 4 months

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Hey it’s the anon that had the nightmares. Headcanons about dealing with nightmares would be absolutely amazing if you’re up for it, thank you so much. You truly have no idea how much you’ve helped me 🥺

Of course dear!!! Here you go!!! (sorry this took so long sweetheart)

Edit: This ask has been sitting in my drafts for months and I am so sorry I didn't post it until now. Writers block and general insecurity does crazy things to me.

How the Bat Boys would help you with your nightmares!

Rhysand

Okay, the thing about Rhys is that I think he remains fully aware of your presence at all times, even in his sleep. He can feel you next to him, your body pressed against his, your heart beat thumping at his side, the weight of your head on his shoulder, he can feel it.

He also, is very in tune with your emotional state. Maybe it has to due with your mating bond, but tbh, I think his love for you has brought him a number of powers that allows for the deepest sort of connection to you. He can feel the emotions that you feel. It can go as far as Rhys feeling the roof of his mouth ache when you burn your mouth from drinking too hot tea, it can go as far as him feeling like someone has poked him hard when he is entirely alone in his office (when it is Cass who is poking at you, whining at you to share your summer imported mandarain oranges with him) and if Rhys really sits on it, he can also feel your mixed emotions of amusement and teasing towards Cass in that moment.

So I think that if you were having a nightmare, Rhysand would know. He would feel your heart racing from fear, it would make his own stutter. He would feel the panic pumping through your veins, and it would nearly send him into a frenzy.

Rhys would be awake, shushing your tired whines, and peppering the softest kisses all over your face to slowly ease your mind. The high lord of night would absolutely slip into your mind like butter, easing all the fired up neurons that have built up from your nightmare, slowly detangling the knots of emotion twisted inside your mind without waking you. He would pull you impossibly close, his heart beating against yours, his hands tangled in your hair, rubbing at your scalp, and naturally, you tuck your forehead into his neck, a quiet sigh leaving your once quivering lips.

Your nightmare would have dissolved without your knowledge, and you would be lulled into a dreamless sleep with your mate holding you close, his warm cheek resting on your head with one hand resting at the back of your neck and the other hand stroking up your spine, protecting you from anything and everything, even your own mind. You would wake up without any memories of the nightmare, and if I am being honest, Rhysand wouldn't want to remind you of it either, so he keeps this part of his duty towards you to himself.

Cassian

I am not gonna lie, this male is a heavy sleeper. He is dead to the world once his head hits the pillow. And he freaking snores too. Actually, he is famous for how loud he snores. Cassian can be heard snoring from across the house of wind. And initially, it was really hard for you to fall asleep to. In fact, you would force Cass to stay awake until you fell asleep because you just could not with his snoring.

And now?? Now this fucking male has you unable to fall asleep without his snoring. You need his heated, and I mean this male is a literal furnace, nearly naked body beneath you, with his burly arms wrapped tight around your waist, with your head pressed against his male tits, your legs tangled with his, in order to fall asleep. The snoring has become its own sort of white noise to you, and without it?? You will stay up the entire night and be extremely grumpy the next morning, often resulting in the back of Rhysand's head getting smacked for his taunting. (if Cass is out on a mission for longer than a day or two, Rhys actively avoids you for fear that you will end up choking him for sending his general away. Not that that has ever happened before.... nope... never................)

So. On good nights, you are usually snoozing it away with your hunk of a male, and you end up waking up to a lovely "surprise" poking at your tummy and a male who is too turned on by you to be ashamed in the slightest.

On bad nights though, on nights where you worry about Cassian, on nights where all of your fear of losing your loving mate culminates into nightmares, don't ever doubt that Cass wouldn't be there for you. Cassian is the general of the night court of a reason. He, like Rhys and Az, has been trained, for centuries, to be aware of his surroundings, even in his sleep. So while he might sleep heavy, his body are attuned to taking note of his environment, and that means, his body and his bond is focused on you throughout the night.

So he does wake up to you tensing, to your quickened breathing, to your restlessness, immediately too. His eyes would snap open, with his arm around your waist firm and tight, his other automatically reaching for the dagger he has hidden under his pillow, looking out for any signs of immediate danger to you. Not to himself. To you. His instinct does not edge towards self preservation. It hasn't since he met you. His instinct is to protect you at all costs.

Once he realizes that there isn't any physical threat that is causing your distress, his attention goes back to you, an ache burrowing itself in his chest as he notices your hand is clenching into a fist against him, as he notices your face is screwing up in fear, as he notices your body shaking. His mouth drys at the sight of you looking so scared, and he wouldn't be able to help himself.

Cass would murmur quiet reassurances, rubbing at the space between your shoulder blades and planting kisses onto your furrowed brows, "wake up sweetheart, s'jus a nightmare" and "shhh, I got you love, I'm here" and "s'okay baby, you're fine" and "c'mon, that's it, that's my girl, wake up f'me beauty"

When you wake with a start, he hushes your cries and pulls you in even closer. He would turn you both onto your sides, your front melding against his with his arm tucked under your head and around your hip with his leathery paper thin wings shield you both from the outside world. It's this warm cocoon that he forms around you where you spend the rest of the night and into the early morning.

At first, you would apologize for waking him up so early, knowing that he has training in the morning with Az and the others, but he dismisses that immediately, stressing to you that his only concern, at this time and forever, is you. He would stay awake with you, attentively listening to your ramblings about your nightmare, playing with the ends of your hair while you tell him all your secret fears. And he would kiss you and promise to protect you no matter what, and he would promise to keep you safe. Eventually, you would end up falling asleep, the closeness of your mate, his gentle breathing, and the warmth he brings relaxing you enough to a dreamless rest. And Cass, the ever diligent and loving male, would stay awake for the rest of the morning, skipping out on training to watch over the love of his life and make sure that you don't have any other nightmares.

In the morning, after you wake up feeling rested, Cass would finally let you go, a soft kiss to your lips and a wink in goodbye, only to come back within ten minutes, bringing you some warm, fresh chai that he made for you with some oatmeal that you both share in bed together. You spend the rest of the day cuddled up with your mate with slow and sweet love making, hushed oaths to each other to protect one another, and long naps in between.

Azriel

Azriel is a completely attuned to you. And so are his shadows. He has one that you have noticed that constantly follows you around, that learns every single thing about you to report back to its master. And then there are a couple that you haven't noticed. Ones that stay hidden in the darkness with full intent to take care of anything that puts you in harms way. And it stays that way always, regardless of the timing.

So at night, when your heart rate jumps, your blood pumping through your veins, your eyes furrowing shut too tightly, the slightest bit of sweat breaking out on your skin, they are the first to notice. And they are the quick to notify their master about it, hurridely slithering to his ears to wake Az so he can help you.

Azriel would initially try to soothe you in your sleep, his heart aching at the thought of you being afraid of something he can't control. A quick command to his shadows has the curtains to your balcony eased apart, the light from the moon and stars beaming in through the large glass doors. His scarred hands would stroke at your cheeks ever so gently, your mating bond humming at the barely there touch. Az wouldn't hesitate to place his lips in the space between your brows, moving from one soft edge of your face to the next with small pepperings of kisses.

He would thumb at your edge of your jaw, the calloused tip of his finger reminding you in your sleep that he is there. That he didn't leave sometime in the night. That he would never leave. That he would always be there to protect you. To care for you. To love you. He knows that you have your own traumas that you deal with, and he wants you to feel in control of your problems. Nightmares... they make you feel out of control. And he is there to give the power right back to you.

Most nights, Azriel's simple touch is enough to soothe you. I'm ngl, it does stroke his pride a little (a lot) that he is able to calm his mate with just the touch of his hands. With something that he used to keep hidden behind his back when he talked to others, something that he would cover up from the shame of his past, something that he feared would one day lead to a disgusted look on your face. And on those nights that his touch is enough, once you are settled, he pulls you closer to him, tucking his arm around your waist and wrapping one of his large wings around both of your figures, burying his face into your neck so he can fall back asleep to the feel of your pulse against his skin.

On the nights where the nightmares are just too much, where you are too deep in the dream that you can't feel anything but the fear, Azriel will wake you. He loathes the thought of disturbing your sleep, he hates that you will most likely not feel rested in the morning, but his heart shatters into the tinest pieces when he can feel the end of your mating bond crying out for him in your sleep. So he lays a firm hand on your forehead, his other hand rubbing at your shoulder, tenderly shaking you awake: "wake up my love, it's alright," and "you're fine my sweet girl, I'm here," and "I promise I'll always be here my dove, now be a good girl for me an wake up"

He would hush you as you startle awake, the jolt of your body causing him to wrap his arms tightly around you with mumbled, "that's it, there's my starshine" and "s'okay moon, it was just a bad dream" and after a good long while of him calming you down, he would whisper into your hair with a final kiss to the top of your head, "c'mon love, let's get you something to drink."

Azriel wouldn't let you lift a finger or a toe for that matter. Male would take your comforter and wrap you up like a burrito and then carry you all the way down to the kitchen where he settles you onto the counter, sending you the most beautiful, tired smile while he makes you some chamomile tea. He would be slow in each of his steps, the small smile on his pretty lips never leaving his face as he feels your gaze watching his every movement. He adores doing things like this for you. He craves doting on you. He thinks you are his treasure. A gift from the mother herself. And he plans to make sure you feel that way, all the time, forever, until you and him only exist as stars in the night sky.

A/N: 😫🫠🥲 Sorry this was a bit repetitive, but I hope you liked it ❤️❤️❤️

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jeannineee · 7 months

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Here me out! How would the bat boys act if they knew about the mating bond but you were absolutely oblivious

Let’s see…

a/n: I’ve quite a few requests to get through, and I promise I’m working on them, I’m just busy with kinktober and writing the Cassian/Reader/Azriel fic.

warnings: some suggestiveness but that’s it

Rhysand:

He’d probably be a bit relieved that you didn’t know about it, yet.

He’d wait to tell you.

Whether you’ve been friends for years, or he just met you, he’d wait.

We saw how he was with miss Feyre so chances are you’d find out before he told you.

It’s mostly because he’s terrified of losing you or making you uncomfortable.

Azriel:

Wouldn’t know how to approach it at first.

Like, we know Azriel has game, but with the bond? Poor baby is clueless.

His normally subtle flirting would probably become more obvious.

He’d be more protective over you, too. Glaring at anyone who tries to flirt with you, keeping a hand on your lower back when you’re out and about.

He’d definitely be nervous telling you about the bond—afraid of rejection, and ruining your prior relationship.

Cassian:

His flirting will be so pronounced and obvious

Pick-up lines, compliments, lots of touching.

When he realizes you aren’t getting the hint, he’s honestly a bit shocked.

This male has zero patience so he’s definitely telling you outright.

It’ll be at the most random moment too; during training or while the two of you are just enjoying one another’s presence.

“You know we’re mates, right?” LMFAOOO

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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what do you think about batboys headcanon with s/o that has daddy issues, like she does small things to try to make him proud and at first he thinks she’s just being cute but he realizes the depth and her need for praise and what’s going on and just reassures her. i’m just literally projecting😀

The bat boys would be so sweet about this omg…

A/n: the way this made me even more aware I need someone to be proud of me 🤪 ur not alone anon trust me

Warnings: I honestly don’t know what to put here Im so sorry

Rhysand

To get his praise you’d help him a lot with his paper work or other high lord duties

You do things around the house like redecorating just for his attention

“Good job baby! I love it.” And he’d kiss your head

One day you help him with a stack of paper work that he just didn’t want to do

When you gave it to him he just said ‘thank you’

Which was fine but you were hurt, stung even. You felt a pang in your chest

He always praised you and you just wanted to make him proud of you bc he was always proud of you

You froze up staring at him with wide eyes and the most heartbreaking frown

Rhys noticed you were still there and looked up at you, “darling what’s wrong?”

“Did I do something wrong?” And that’s when it clicks for him. Your past and how you light up at his praise

“No not at all my love. I’m just tired. Come here,” he pulled you to sit on his lap and would whisper sweet nothings to you reassuring you that he wasn’t mad at you

Cassian

I think he praises his s/o in general

Cass thinks you’re the most precious thing in the whole world

So he gives you a lot of love and attention

He always holds your hand or has his arms wrapped around you

One night while you’re at Rita’s with the IC and Cass would typically keep you close but he wasn’t tonight

Cassian wasn’t even doing it intentionally he was just all over the place enjoying himself

It made you feel like he didn’t want you or need you around him

You sat and moped in the booth watching him have a good time

Cassian was looking for you but you didn’t see that

He finally noticed you and slid in the booth next to you

You look away from him and he puts an arm around you and pulling your chin softly so you look at him

“Baby what’s wrong?” You pout up at him “you weren’t hanging out with me tonight and you didn’t pay attention to me when I tried. It felt like you didn’t want to touch me.”

Cassian’s heart breaks the moment you say those last words

He runs through all the times he’s held you and how you hold on tighter and he realizes you need that

Cassian holds you and dances with you the rest of the night

Azriel

Azriel knew immediately after you started dating why you were so attached to him

He never brought it up bc he never wanted to make you talk about anything you didn’t want to

You’d talk to him when you were ready

Az always made sure to show you love by using physical touch, spending time with you, and praises you like crazy

He was always so proud of you when you got through the days where he was away on missions

Az would always bring you back a souvenir from the continent or other courts he visited

One day he came home without one and just gave you a hug and kiss

No praise. No gift.

You knew some jobs took a toll on him but he would always tell you, communication is a huge thing with you

A few days passed and you didn’t say anything about it. You knew you shouldn’t always expect gifts from him, he didn’t need to but you had gotten so used to it

You were quite and reserved all week. Trying not to be to needy for attention in case Azriel didn’t want to give you any. It scared you though. You thought you did something or something happen on his mission to make him not want you

One night after dinner you sat next to him on the couch both of you reading. Az noticed you sitting very still and not snuggling with him like you usually would

“Love, why are you sitting so far from me?” “No reason.” You try to give him a convincing smile but he sees right through it

“Tell me the truth. Please love.” “When you came home a week ago you just brushed me off. And I had a really hard time while you were gone. And I’ve been anxious all week because you didn’t bring me a gift or anything. I’m sorry it’s stupid.” You quickly stand and head for the stairs but Az stops you

“My love, I’m so sorry. Come here.” He hugs you and explains it was a bad mission and he had no time for anything else. He also apologized for not giving you the usual welcome home treatment

Az made sure to never do it again and always told you if he needed a day or so to recover

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #cassian acotar #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x you #rhysand x reader #rhysand fluff #rhysand acotar #rhysand headcanon #cassian headcanons #azriel headcanons

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fineghkst · 8 months

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acotar men x sick reader

a/n: guess who are feeling sick ☝🏼 (sadly they can’t take care of me)

bat boys + vanserra brothers

rhysand

he was the one who got sick first and feels really guilty that you caught it too

princess treatment

cooks some soup for you everyday

“you’re not drinking water” “hydrate this body right now. i’m not joking”

outraged if you don’t take care of yourself or don’t respect your limits

strokes your hair until you fall asleep

azriel

super worried (acts like you’re about to rest in peace

refuses to be away from you

excuse me rhysand this spymaster is not working right now

constantly feeds you with soup and brings you hot drinks

rubs your body if you feel any pain

reads your favorite book for you

if he has to leave for a short time his shadows stay with you, constantly reporting to az

cassian

checks if you’re breathing every five minutes

if he thinks something is wrong immediately calls madja

she’s done with him for being called for nothing

brings you a lot of food

actually he will give you anything you ask

he even promises to free you from training early for a week if you get well soon

refuses to keep some distance from you and ends up getting sick too

lucien

not going anywhere until you’re completely recovered

best nurse never

make home remedies that his mother taught him

constantly asking if you are feeling well

randomly wakes up at dawn just to check if everything is all right

don’t let you eat any food that isn’t healthy

but give you a lot of candy when you are feeling better

eris

once he realize you’re getting sick immediately calls a healer

extra punctual with the meds you need to take

make different types of tea or some hot choco

spoils you A LOT

he actually spoils you everyday but somehow it gets even worse

is really worried but tries to hide it

doesn’t trust anyone to take care of you, so he gets 100% dedicated to it (turns out he gets sick and you have to take care of him

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel headcanons #eris x reader #azriel hcs #cassian headcanons #cassian x reader #eris vanserra x reader #rhysand x reader #rhysand headcanons #lucien x reader #lucien headcanons #lucien vanserra x reader

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imaginesandbandfiction · 5 months

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TRIAD — Series Masterlist

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon Series

Part 0 — The boys take care of you after a mission.

Part 1 — How you first met Cas and Az.

Part 2 — Dealing with the aftermath of the mating bond.

Part 3 — The aftermath of the mating bond, continued.

Part 4 — Cas and Az get their shit together.

Part 5 — Your first time together. (contains smut)

Part 6 — The frenzy. (contains smut)

Part 7 — Azriel is dumb but a really good spy. (contains smut)

Part 8 — Reunited and it feels so good. (contains smut)

Part 9 — The Reunion part 2. (contains smut)

BONUS CONTENT:

Cassian and Azriel fancast/aesthetic for this series

#acotar imagine #acotar headcanon #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #acotar #cazriel x reader #cazriel #cazriel headcanon #cassian headcanons #cassian x azriel x reader #cassian x you #cassian x reader #azriel headcanons #azriel x you #azriel x cassian x reader #azriel x reader #headcanon #headcanons

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fieldofdaisiies · 7 months

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hi hi!

your writing is amazing <3

could i request batboys headcannons, sfw and nsfw, where reader is an Illyrian and she has wings (and they're not clipped) please? thank you <33

aww thank you soo much, here you go❤️ NSFW content!!!

Azriel - SFW

Azriel will often absently brush his scarred fingers over your wings

he also helps you massage knots that have formed during flying

since you probably grew up in Windhaven where you weren't really allowed to fly, Azriel takes it upon him to teach you how to fly

he won't push you off a cliff....

but he will be soft and slow with you, rising into the air with you, helping you fly

later on he will put oil on your wings, massaging them

he also loves, absolutely adores kissing your wings - tiny soft pecs to the leathery membrane

Azriel - NSFW

him touching your wings while you touch his wings and you are riding him - yes, sir

he loves when you do it simultaneously, both taking care of the wings of the other

and he loves, obviously only if he has your consent, to wake up with teasing you by touching your wings, kissing them and licking over them

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　　˚　　　　 . ★

Rhysand - SFW

Rhysand gets a large bed for you, so your wings never have to hang over the edges

he also owns a whole basket of a variety of products for your wings - oils, lotions, soft clothes

he loves washing your wings when you sit together in the bath

and later also tending to them

he will often massage the hard knots for hours, always careful to not touch the sensitive parts - you should find comfort and everything else would be out of place in this moment

just like Az, Rhys also really likes to place soft kisses to your wings

he also always reminds you how amazing the wings are, that you can be proud of being Illyrian despite everything they did

that you can be happy about your wings

and of course, he will remind you daily about how beautiful you are with your wings, how stunning you look

Rhysand - NSFW

Rhysand is a generous lover, alright, he loves making you come by simply touching your wings

he loves to do it soft and gentle, just to ease your mind and body

but he also loves to tease you, accidentally touching them

while he is not so keen on doing it simultaneously, he loves it when tends to your wings first, sometimes in the bathtub, sometimes in bed and then you switch positions and you take care of him

he loves the noises you make when he touches your wings, the soft whimpers and moans are like music in his ears

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　　˚　　　　 . ★

Cassian - SFW

Cassian will love hardly anything as much as going flying with you

he adores flying and sharing it with you is absolute perfection

he will often nudge you with his wing while flying

and when you return he will always tend to them, easing the knots, helping you wash, putting lotion on them

he always checks on your wings, always making sure nothing hurts, nothing is twisted

he also always reminds you that you are allowed to be proud of them and that you don't have to feel bad about you still having them while others got them clipped "it is not your fault," he will tell you while massaging your wings

Cassian loves drawing small patterns or circles onto the leathery membrane and making you guess what he is drawing

Cassian - NSFW

him touching your wings, while you suck him off?

well yes

he loves it

and just like Azriel, he also loves it when you touch each other's wings simultaneously

Cassian can also easily make you come by touching your wings, kissing them or licking over them

he somehow is a natural at it, and it drives you nearly insane

#azriel x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #acotar x reader #acotar headanons #azriel headcanons #rhysand headcanons #cassian headcanons #bat boys

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historiaxvanserra · 1 year

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hc's for the boys with a plus sized mate?

Curve | Plus Size Mate Headcanons

I loved writing this so much! I love to see more inclusivity in the acotar universe where there's a lot of emphasis on beauty looking a certain way.

again, no Rhysand cause fuck that shit

Cassian

YES!FUCKING!PLEASE Cassian adores curvy women, there's more for him to grab onto.

And then he saw you and he fell head over heels. this man is a fool for you.

He likes how soft and delicate you are, fleshy and curved whereas he is hard and angular.

Cuddling with you is just so comfy!! after a long, hard day all he wants is to lay his head on your stomach while you stroke his hair and he swears he never wants to let you go again.

Cassian is absolutely a boob man and he can't get enough of them. seriously. any dress you wear that shows them off and he just won't take his eyes off you all day.

He's genuinely crazy about you and he just wants you to see the beauty that he does when he looks at you.

Azriel

Azriel had never been with a curvy woman before, but gods when he saw you he knew he was FUCKED.

He spends weeks and months thinking about what it would feel like to have you in his arms and his bed.

he daydreams about it, so much that it distracts him.

when he finally has the courage to show you how he feels he's never going back.

He could spend DAYS with his head between your thighs, loving how they press against his head when he hits that sweet spot.

He loves taking baths with you, running his hands along your thighs and your soft hips and the curve of your waist.

He absolutely worships your body-- he practically eye fucks you when you're in public the boy is a fool in love.

Eris

Eris likes his women THICC! always has, always will.

He fucking loves the way your body feels against him, the way it looks in everything you wear.

He loves your hips, how wide and soft they are and how they were designed for him to love and carry his babies.

He's RAVENOUS for you, everything about you, he could never get his fill of you.

He loves you and to him, your body signifies home, safety and comfort. Laying with his head on your soft stomach is the perfect end to his day, kissing down your sides, your stomach, thighs and hips.

He swears you're a QUEEN; your body is built for love, like some ancient goddess.

Lucien

I guess it runs in the Vanseera blood cause fuck Lucien is crazy about you and he thinks your body is beautiful, all contours and curves that drive him wild.

He's an ASS man.

It's his favourite physical feature besides your face. He's constantly checking it out whenever he has the chance. And grabbing it.

He's pretty much always got his hands on you, running his hands all over your curves while whispering how beautiful you are to him.

He's so in love with you but he understands how hard it can be to feel insecure so if you ever do he's there to support you through it, reassuring you that you are beautiful and you are enough.

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shadowdaddies · 7 months

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Hi, I have a request to make. So reader is a new member of the inner circle and she is just like cassian. Cassian and reader both keep on joking and laughing and whispering jokes in each other's ears and the whole inner circle is just sitting there, realising how worse the situation has gotten (because reader and cassian laugh REALLY loud everywhere they go, whether it be at the house or at a shop) ever since the reader has joined the Inner circle. It's just a chaotic mess😩.

this made me laugh out loud, it would be so chaotic in the best way. It made more sense in my head to write this as a head canon but I might write a little fic about when the bond snapped if y’all like this?

you quickly connected with Cassian over your similar sense of humor

the mating bond snapped quickly for the two of you, you were already so in sync

Rita’s was playing live music, and you and Cassian commandeered the situation, turning it into an impromptu karaoke night

You got the crowd more lively than it had ever been

Mor and Feyre joined in, while Rhys and Az sat in the booth, smiling and shaking their heads in awe

You and Cassian roughhouse a lot (playfully, of course. He lets you think you won)

The two of you openly make jokes about the IC in front of them, always helping to lighten the mood even in the darkest moments

You and Cass love to joke about how pretty Az is (low-key not joking but shh) just to make him flustered

You’re both chaotic in the best way, and bring a joy to the IC that everyone is so thankful to have around

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vanserrasswife · 8 months

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Cassian x Reader headcanons

Summary: Random headcanons and things I think Cassian would do. I’m gonna do SFW and NSFW so 18+ please

First of all, and I think this is really obvious, Cassian is a giant. He towers over everyone but he especially loves when he towers over you

I feel like he would be the type of person to jokingly rest his elbow on your head/shoulder and make a joke about how tiny you are compared to him

Cassian wrapping his wings around you to keep you warm or protect you

Standing on your tip toes and kissing his neck or the underside of his chin because you can’t quite reach his lips

I feel like this is repeated in a lot of headcanons but Cassian moving things out of your reach so you have to ask him for help

Adding onto the previous point, Cassian moving things but especially after an argument so that you have to speak to him to ask for help

NSFW from here on

I feel like Cassian goes FERAL when he’s fucking you (cuz of his size kink)

Cassian would be obsessed with how small you are compared to him, so when he's fucking you and he's on top and you get completely hidden from everyone, caged in between his arms

So I give you, Cassian pressing down on your stomach whilst he's fucking you

Finally I give you Cassian eating pussy like a starved man

Rubbing your clit or pushing two fingers into you whilst he’s eating you out

He eats you out for his pleasure too

His hips would buck in the air whilst he’s eating you out looking for something to rub against

#acotar x reader #cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian headcanons #cassian acotar x reader #acotar headcanons

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acotrash · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day

ACOTAR Valentine’s Day Head canons

Azriel

You had a history of terrible relationships before you met Azriel and started a relationship with him but Valentine’s was a sore spot for you, high expectations and you always somehow ended up hurt

So this year you didn’t think anything would change

Not that Azriel was anything like your ex boyfriends, in fact he was the opposite, sweet and kind and attentive

You just didn’t have a good track record with February 14th.

Azriel knew this too, he found out from overhearing you on call with one of your friends, asking about any plans for a certain day

You sounded so deflated from a few seconds ago, saying there was no plans, you didn’t even want to do anything

So he decided to surprise you

He got you takeout from your favorite restaurant in the city, picked up those chocolate covered strawberries you love from the candy shop across town, picked up some wine and even rented your favorite movie

You came home, kicking off your heels right in the middle of the entrance way for Az to trip over later, right now you don’t care as you follow your nose to the kitchen

He’s in sweats, throwing you a lazy smile over his shoulder as he finishes plating the food “go get changed” he murmurs, sucking off sauce off of his thumb before he’s walking over to press a kiss to your temple, adding a soft “happy valentine’s day”

You go up to the bedroom where he’s left out your favorite hoodie of his for you to wear

You smile to yourself, seeing the opening credits of your favorite movie on the screen as you curl up to Az, trying not to spill any food on his hoodie

Afterwards he places the plates off to the side table before he’s tugging you into his chest right when the two main characters kiss and he’s asking you if you’re ready for dessert

You look up at his smirking face and decide you love Valentine’s day with Az

Cassian

You and Cassian always try to do little silly things for Valentine’s Day

Like last year he made a little coupon book for you, it was mainly filled with sex-related coupons and you had gotten him a bunch of his favorite snacks with puns on them.

This year though you were confused when you woke up in the morning and didn’t see another coupon book or giant teddy bear or snacks with puns or a silly card

You find him in the kitchen, one of your scrunchies in his hair as he can never find his plain brown hair elastics and you leave your neon hair scrunchies everywhere, a crease between his eyebrows, the frilliest apron tied around his waist as he pokes at something in a pan

The entire scene is sweet and comical and very Cassian

You lean up on your tip toes to hook your chin over his shoulder to look at what he’s doing, sliding your arms around his middle “Happy Valentine’s” you murmur softly

One of Cassian’s hands goes to rest over yours before he’s turning his head to softly and swiftly peck at your lips “you ruined your surprise”

You just raise an eyebrow before he’s pulling a red ring pop from the pocket of the apron before he’s confessing everything

How he was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed, the real ring being at Rhys’s house because you’re a snoop and would’ve found it and he was scared of loosing it if he had it somewhere in the house but he forgot to retrieve it before Rhys left for the weekend

Which explained the ring pop

But you don’t mind the ring pop, you actually love the ring pop, you slip it on your finger “i love how it catches in the light”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your lips again, promising to propose the right way with the actual ring once Rhys gets back but you shake your head saying this proposal was everything you ever wanted

Rhys

You and Rhys had a tradition of going to the mountains for Valentine’s day

It was just the two of you, sometimes you thought about his brothers and their partners for the night but he was always adamant about it being just the two of you “we always see them” he’d say, a quick kiss to your nose before he’s grabbing your bag and ushering you to the car

So he’d drive, even though the air would be a bit chilly and he’d complain about it while blasting the heat, you’d roll your window down to breath in the crisp air

Once you got inside the cabin though, you’d complain about the cold till Rhys would give in and make a fire.

Its another tradition, to lay in front of the fire, curled up on his chest under blankets

You two never make it to the bed

In the morning, you sit on the counter while he moves around the kitchen making strawberry and chocolate chip pancakes

He’ll stand between your legs, letting himself get a bit distracted to pass you a cup of coffee and pressing lazy kisses to your lips and neck

The smell of burning pancakes brings him back to reality and he’s rushing to make a fresh batch of pancakes

you promise you’ll eat the burnt ones, but he’s already scraping them onto his plate and pouring fresh batter on the pan for you

He’ll roll his eyes, suppressing a smile as you steal a handful of chocolate chips or leftover diced up strawberries, you’ll feed him one or two if he dares to get close enough again and he’s kissing the tips of your fingers before he’s turning his back to you to flip the pancakes

Once your back in front of the fire with breakfast does Rhys look at you wide eyed “you forgot to give Cass the ring didn’t you?” you snort as he nods and you shake your head at him “do you think he was able to plan something else?”

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar headcanon #acotar #a court of thorns and roses headcanon #rhysand #rhys #cassian #azriel #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel headcanons #cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian headcanons #rhys x reader #rhys x you #rhys headcanons

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redbleedingrose · 1 month

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Cassian x Reader Masterlist

NSFW Alphabet

Cassian loves Chubby Girls

Cassian x Chubby!Reader Blurb

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Desperate Cassian

Showering with Cass

“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this”

Cass smackin ass!

Traditions

Pre-Girl Dad!Cassian Headcanons

Girl Dad!Cassian Headcanons

Cassian man titty thots

Smutty Cass thots

Gym Bro Cass with his chubby lady

A/N: The long awaited Cassian x Reader Masterlist, fully updated for you all! These include some blurbs, headcanons, and full oneshots for you guys! I really hope you enjoy. I have been working through my official masterlist to update that as well. So far, the cassian stuff and Always have been updated. A couple of the new drabbles I wrote have also been added towards the end. I will be making a seprate masterlist for each character just to make things easier while I organize my whole main masterlist. For the time being, this should be good enough hopefully. Please let me know your guy's thoughts, comments, asks, and reblogs are DEEPLY appreciated. The mean the entire world to me.

#cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian x y/n #cassian acotar #general cassian #acotar #acotar fanfic #acotar drabbles #acotar blurbs #acotar thoughts #acotar headcanons #cassian headcanons #cassian blurbs #cassian thoughts #rose writes

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jeannineee · 10 months

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Hiii! Can you do a batboys x reader about what would drive the boys ABSOLUTELY FERAL during sex? Lmao im horny love your writing 🫶

Batboys’ turn-ons…

a/n: requests are open!!

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

Rhysand

Dirty talk!!!

Tell him how good feels, how much you love his cock, and it takes everything in him to not come immediately

^^^ he has a praise kink, guaranteed

Eye contact is another thing!!

Keeping your eyes glued to his as you suck him off, or while he fucks you. He goes completely feral.

He has a breeding kink, so If you ask him to come inside of you?

You’re gonna be sore ❤️❤️

Cassian

Give him attitude!! Bait him!!

“Make me.” “Prove it.” “You’re all talk.”

R.I.P to your lower half.

He loooves rough sex. Pulling his hair, digging your nails into his skin.

Also likes when you take control!! Def more submissive than he lets on.

If you touch his wings while you ride him? He turns into a MESS

He def has a praise kink, too.

Something tells me he’d like being called a good boy but don’t quote me

Azriel

Loves when you get desperate

Begging him to touch you

Begging him to let you come

He’s a mean dom, for SURE.

What really turns him on is the trust that you have in him.

The obedience you have, the willingness to do whatever he wants.

The glazed-over look you get when he calls you his “good girl,” or when he tells you how pretty you look with his cock down your throat. Have mercy.

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #smut #acomaf #female reader #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #rhysand x reader #Cassian x reader #rhysand headcanons #azriel headcanons #cassian headcanons #acosf #acowar #acofas

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danikamariewrites · 5 months

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Could you do skin care headcanons with the bat boys? I don’t know why this popped into my head but it did and I’m not complaining lol

A/n: I feel like they’re each so different with this stuff lmao

Warnings: none

Cassin

Cass just uses regular soap and a face cloth for his daily routine and it’s so frustrating bc he has nice skin

It’s definitely not smooth and soft but blemish free for sure

Az and Rhys have been wondering for over 200 years what his secret is to his skin care routine bc every time they ask he just teases them by saying “you wish you knew.” And skip away

The truth is he started stealing products from Rhys

Cass used Rhys’s bathroom at the town house one time and knew he immediately had to keep using this stuff bc of how good his skin felt after

He didn’t buy his own though, he decided messing with Rhys would be better and started stealing products if Rhys had a duplicate of it or Rhys never used it

It drives Rhys insane and he still hasn’t figured it out but Az did and he still hasn’t told on Cassian

Rhys

Rhys has a 12 step skin care routine with 100 other products that help with something

He also uses sunscreen and lip balm with spf

He definitely has one of those jade rollers, a gua sha stone, and ice face roller that he uses religiously

I also think Rhys would use under eye patches to help the bags under his eyes. He’s always up late and everyone exhausts him so he needs the extra help

Rhys also has extra fluffy face towels bc why not have them match his regular towels

When he does find out Cassian is stealing his stuff they get into an argument that Feyre and Azriel just love watching bc it’s not a conversation either of them ever thought a High Lord and General would ever be having

Azriel

Azriel’s skin is perfect and with minimal effort

He has a 3 step routine of face wash, prep serum, and moisturizer

Az started off using some of Rhys’s stuff while figuring out what worked for him or what he wanted to use

I think Azriel is a very routine person and he hates having it messed up

If he’s on missions it’s fine if he doesn’t do his full routine but he just makes up for it when he gets home by taking an extra long bath and scrubbing his face

After missions Az does face masks to relax and it’s always a detoxifying one

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fineghkst · 10 months

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Cassian as your mate

hi! let me know if you find any mistakes

[masterlist]

first of all, I think Cassian would make his mate laugh a LOT

loves to make his mate happy, so if you have a smile on your face, he’s doing the right thing

he wants to see his mate evolve in all aspects, so he will always cheer up for you in any activity you are interested in

MOST SUPPORTIVE MATE EVER (literally the biggest mate material)

he also doesn’t sleep well without you

addicted to spoon you (and be spooned)

even though he’s a general, cas can get kinda shy if you are watching him bossing around

lots of kisses!!!

by the way, he doesn’t care if you two are in public (PDA!!!)

loves to brags about his mate

“have you seen how pretty my mate is?” “y/n is the best fighter ever, they would definitely kick all your asses” “look what my perfect mate did”

praises you A LOT

this male is so proud of you

loves to hear your voice (makes him feel calm)

always looks for you when he’s having a bad day, you’re his safe place

cas loves to bury is face in your neck

teases you ALL THE TIME (again, he doesn’t care if you are in public)

you’re the most precious thing to him in the world so he will move mountains to ensure you’re happy

#cassian x reader #acotar x reader #cassian acotar #cassian acotar x reader #cassian #cassian headcanons #cassian hcs

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imaginesandbandfiction · 3 months

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Triad Part 7 — Trouble in Paradise

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

A/N: MFW the silly little smut drabble series I started over winter break starts developing a plot :o

Lmaooo I should have seen this coming. Be patient with me, I'm in a creative writing MFA program so fanfic isn't my priority rn but this series is begging to be written so I'm going to follow those vibes as far as they take me, just bear with me if updates are sporadic.

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Warnings: Angst, some smut

Of course, there’s a learning curve that comes with a Triad Bond. Sex is the easy part—being in a relationship with two bullheaded Illyrian males is more complicated.

Rhys tried his best not to send any of you on solo missions but, inevitably, something came up and Azriel had to go undercover in the Court of Nightmares. It’s a top-secret mission and he has to block you and Cassian out the entire time he’s there, lest someone learn the true reason for his visit.

And… it was a lot easier to be a spy without two mates waiting for him back home. His mental shields are ironclad, trapping all the frustration and sadness behind closed doors, but it seeps out in other ways. His shadows are way more vicious than they normally are and, after long days spent playing nice with Keir and his cronies, as soon as his bedroom door locks behind him, he fists his cock in quick strokes. It takes a matter of minutes for him to spill himself into the mattress with how pent-up he is.

Things aren’t much better in Velaris. Sure, you and Cas have each other, but the bond hates the dark hole where Az should be and no matter how hard you try to soothe the ache, it never goes away.

Cassian throws himself into training; on days he doesn’t have other work to do, he flies out to Windhaven and spends the day beating the shit out of anyone who dares challenge him. When he comes home late at night, you patch him up with soft, delicate touches and hold him until his tears dry up.

Sex isn’t the same without Azriel there, either. You try to hold out; it feels wrong without him, but everything boils over a week into his absence.

Cassian spent the day in Windhaven, again, and you wait up with a book and a cup of tea but it’s morning when he slams through the door drenched in blood and reeking like the mixed-together contents of a liquor cabinet.

“Cas?” You mumble, lifting your head off the couch cushion and rubbing your eyes as you push yourself into a sitting position. He stomps past you into the bedroom and you hear the water running as he fills the bath. Stifling a yawn, you push through the nausea swirling in your gut and follow him on your tiptoes.

When you push the washroom door open, you see his broad shoulders bent over the edge of the half-filled tub, bloodied and shaking with the force of his sobs.

You surge forward and fall to your knees next to him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” you whisper, rubbing his back. His head drops to your chest and you feel his rumbling anger in your soul.

Y/N? It’s Rhys’ voice in your head, tentative and sheepish. Is he okay?

No, you snarl back, immediately feeling guilt for the harshness of your words. But Ariel is gone, Cassian is broken, and your heart is torn in two. You force yourself to be gentler as you ask: Is there something I should know?

Rhys hesitates. Devlon called me in to fetch him this morning and… it wasn’t pretty. I’ll send word to Madja and tell her you’re going to be out for a few days.

Before you can protest, he continues. I know you’ve been working overtime. You’re running yourself ragged, Y/N. You need a break just as much as he does.

Rhysand cuts off the mental connection in the middle of your indignant huff, but the gears in your mind are turning. Instead of turning to each other in Az’s absence, you’ve been burying yourselves in solitude and work. Clearly, something has to change.

You loosen the strip of leather holding Cas’s hair up and sprinkle deep purple healing magic into it as you run your fingers through his thick locks. It’s just enough to calm him down, sobs tapering off into shuddering breaths.

“Cas?” You ask when he finally stills, slumping boneless against you. “Whose blood is this?”

He tilts his head back, guilt filling in every line on his face, and your heart clenches. No wonder Rhys offered to talk to Madja for you; he probably needed her to fix whatever damage Cassian’s misplaced anger had caused.

“‘M sorry,” Cas whispers, burying his face in your neck again. “I didn’t mean to, I just…”

“Shhh,” you shushed him, curling one arm to cradle his head. “I know you didn’t, baby. Rhys does too. This is new territory for all of us, and there were bound to be some kinks to work out.” Cas nods against you and you squeeze him as tight as you can, channeling love and healing magic through the bond. Behind you, the tub is full of steamy hot water, so you wave your hand to get rid of Cas’s clothes and help him into the bath.

When he’s settled, you shed your nightgown and get in with him. He rests his head against the side of the tub and lets you run a bar of soap over the planes of his muscles, healing bruises and scrapes as you find them.

"Thank you," he whispers once you’ve finished. He reaches one hand out and pulls you against his chest without opening his eyes.

The bond settles as much as it can without a third anchor to tether itself to. You lay there, basking in the soft glow of your mingling magic, until suddenly Cassian stands up, pushing you off him.

“Sorry,” he grunts when you fall forward, splashing into the water. “I just…” You follow his gesturing hand down the V of his hips and the problem stares out at you—long, thick, and hard. “I dunno, it feels wrong without Az.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, torn between the mouth-watering sight of him on display, just inches from your face, and the guilt bubbling up inside you. In the end, the bond makes the decision for you, practically shoving you forward to pull Cas’s cock in between your lips.

His protests are dead on arrival; you don’t even hear them, too focused on pouring all your pent-up sexual frustration out onto him.

After just a few minutes, his hips are bucking wildly and he forces himself to pull back. You look up at him with wide eyes and saliva dripping down your chin, and he growls, tugging you out of the tub so he can shove you against the wall. He drops to his knees and drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, devouring you like a man starved.

With no patience left for teasing, he fucks you with his tongue, plunging deep into your core until you’re writhing against him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, tumbles out of your head and into his as the pleasure builds and builds.

That's it, baby, he sends back down the bond, digging into your sweet spot with one of his fingers. Let go for me.

Your body follows his command, the tightly wound coil inside of you snapping as soon as you have permission. He grins against you as you fuck his face, riding out your high.

As soon as he pulls away, he’s got his hands under your ass, hauling you up into his arms as he presses his cock into your slick folds. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively as your head drops back against the wall.

It’s quick and dirty. Without Azriel there to force you to slow down and savor each other, you’re teetering on the edge of a second orgasm before you’ve fully recovered from the first. Cassian’s thrusts grow sloppier and you feel through the bond that his release is looming.

When he ducks his head to pull one of your nipples between his teeth, both of you lose the last of your self-control. Cas drives his hips into you and fills you up, tipping you over the cliff. You clench your walls around him as your release comes gushing out.

Meanwhile, in one of the training rooms under the mountain, a wave of something washes over Az as he’s running through drills against a training dummy with Truth Teller. At first, he thinks it’s nausea and regrets not stopping by the kitchens to grab a bite earlier, but the ache is too low to be coming from his stomach.

When he reaches one gloved hand to palm himself through his leathers, he’s shocked to find his cock solid and straining against the fabric. He thanks the Mother that he’s training alone today and makes quick work of it.

Three weeks into Az’s mission, Mor heads under the mountain to check on him under the guise of visiting her father. She enters the dining room and immediately realizes that something is wrong. There’s a woman sitting to Kier’s right, and Az is on her other side. His shadows nip at Mor’s toes like she’s the enemy as she takes her seat on her father’s left.

He refuses to speak to her, but when they make eye contact during dessert, his eyes are dark and stormy, filled with shadows of their own.

When she retires to her room later that night, she reports back to Rhys who orders her to pull Az out as soon as she can.

Despite the fact that they haven’t slept together in decades, it’s easy to slip back into old habits. The next morning at breakfast, she lays it on thick. By dinner time, her father merely waves them off when she requests the Shadowsinger for her own personal reasons.

“Go on then,” he grunts, rolling his eyes. “I’ll let the High Lord know when I require your presence next.”

As soon as they’ve both gathered their belongings, Mor winnows them away. When his feet touch solid ground, Az shoves her away with a snarl. His shadows surge forward to cushion her back and prevent her from falling; even blinded by his anger, he doesn't want to hurt her.

“What the fuck,” he growls. “I wasn’t done!”

“I have orders to pull you out of there. Rhys thinks you’ve gone in too deep.” Az growls like a feral animal being forced into a cage.

“Rhysand needs me in there now more than ever. Something’s happening, Mor. Something big, and I was working my way in, I—“

Mor cuts him off, holding a hand up to silence him.

“You think I don’t know that? Whether I like it or not, that’s my father. I know something’s up, but Rhys needs you in there, Azriel. And you’re not you right now. You’re cold and ruthless, not thinking clearly after too much time away from your mates.”

Az deflates and drops onto the sofa behind him. It’s the worn old leather one in Rhys’s mother’s cottage, in Windhaven. Mor sits down next to him, rubbing a hand across his shoulders, careful to avoid brushing against his wings which are rigid and full of tension.

“It’s not your sole responsibility to save the world, Az. You’re an excellent spy, but you’re more than that, too. Don’t let the tunnel vision take over.”

Az drops his head into his hands, letting out all of the air in his lungs with one deep sigh. He knows she’s right, that the bond should be a strength and not a weakness, but he’s terrified that something will happen to his mates. He couldn’t risk it, not when he was down there.

But that wasn’t his decision to make alone. The more he fought against the bond, the more it fought back, rattling his brain and tugging at every one of his senses. The effort to keep it bottled up drained his energy until all he could see was the mission, his purpose. Gathering information about the woman, Amarantha, became the most important thing in his life.

So he feels like a bit of an asshole when he turns up on your doorstep with his rucksack slung over one shoulder and only a faint shimmer of the bond left flickering inside his chest. It’s not enough to keep him tethered to the two of you, so he has no idea how you're feeling, but he forces himself to knock on the door, anyway.

“Hi,” you whisper, letting your arm drop from the doorknob to your side. On your end, the bond bursts into bright golden flames that shoot down, making a beeline for Azriel.

It tugs at Cas’s side, too, and then his head pops up behind your shoulder.

“Hi,” he says, flashing the dopiest grin that Azriel has ever seen.

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