#nesta x cassian
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feysand, nessian and elriel
art: @aiphos / aiphos.s
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ckirkby2004 · 1 day
Black cat girlfriends with golden retriever boyfriends (unofficial boyfriends) >>>>>
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snelbz · 3 days
The Holiday {2}
Ships: Nesta x Cassian / Aelin x Rowan
Written alongside @theladyofdeath.
Trope(s): Christmas, fluff, love at first sight, enemies to lovers
Summary: Nesta has just been dumped. Aelin hates her job. Both women need an escape from reality and with Christmas quickly approaching, it's the perfect time for a getaway. After discovering a trend where people can swap houses for a non-traditional vacation experience, these two women decide to spend the holidays in each other's homes. With their houses comes a series of unique experiences and a couple of handsome suitors. It's time to see just how much a change of scenery and two weeks of Christmas solitude and romance can change a person.
A/N: It's December, which means the holiday season has officially begun! This one has been a blast to write, we never write such fluffy stuff. We hope y'all are enjoying it, too!
Rating: M for mature - language, smut, substance use, etc. 18+.
Inspired by The Holiday (2006).
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The hour-long Uber ride was not what Aelin was expecting when she got off the plane at nearly ten o’clock at night, but it was sure as hell what she got. Her driver, a blessedly quiet man named Ilias, asked her what kind of music she liked, found a Pandora station dedicated to it, and they were off. After traveling all day, she knew there was no reason to be as exhausted as she was, but keeping her eyes open was proving to be a challenge as he left Orynth proper and drove up into the mountains.
Thankfully, just as she thought she would really doze off, the car came to a stop. A blast of cold hit her as he got out and popped open the back hatch.
It was frigid in Orynth, a different kind of cold than she was used to in Velaris.
After unloading her suitcase and ensuring she had both her purse and backpack, Ilias bade her farewell, backed out of the drive and headed down the long, single-lane road that curved along the mountain. They’d passed another cabin coming up and she knew more were likely farther up, but all she could focus on was the one before her.
Pulling her phone out of her back pocket, she checked the screenshot of the information Nesta had sent her. She’d warned there could be spotty cell service the farther into the mountains you went and she hadn’t been wrong. Thanks to the wifi password she’d already memorized, she knew she wouldn’t be without TikTok or Facebook for long.
After locating the key under a bucket in the front porch, Aelin unlocked the door and walked in.
Only to immediately shiver.
“By the Wyrd, how is it colder in here than it is out there?” Aelin murmured, snagging her bags from the porch and pulling them in. She closed the door, walking deeper into the cottage.
“Cozy mountain cottage, my ass,” she muttered, walking around the living room, looking for the small pad on the wall to control the central heating.
After searching for nearly two minutes, she still hadn’t found it.
The cottage wasn’t big by any means. It was certainly cute and meant to be homey, if only there was warmth of some kind. She had no idea how this woman hadn’t turned into a popsicle or died of hypothermia. 
There was a main room, which held a tv, a little sitting bench by a massive window, and walls lined with bookshelves. Reading — it was an apparent hobby that Aelin shared with Nesta. She made a mental note to check out the shelves of books as soon as she wasn’t freezing her ass off. 
Luckily, all the lamps she tried worked beautifully, lighting up the small space. There was a short hallway off of the kitchen where the bedroom and bathroom were. After tossing her bags on the neatly made bed full of blankets and pillows, Aelin made her way back into the living room. The space was far too cold for the heat to only have been turned off when Nesta left, which meant that there was no heat in this place at all.
Who the hell survived in the mountains with no central heat?
Aelin felt very strongly that such a fact should have been on the vacation listing. 
With a frustrated, exhausted sigh, Aelin turned to face the fireplace. There were no logs in the fireplace which meant that she’d have to make her way outside in the snowy darkness to try and find some. Being almost midnight, it was the last thing she wanted to do.
She wanted to sleep.
Maybe have a snack.
She wanted warmth. 
Gods, she was freezing.
After turning on the flashlight on her phone, Aelin threw open the front door.
And screamed.
A giant figure stood at the threshold, his fist raised to knock. He didn’t look startled in the slightest as Aelin cursed, her heart racing. Instead, he simply raised a brow, his green eyes scanning Aelin’s face. He was covered in layers, all of them black or dark green. Snow dusted the coat on his shoulders and his knit beanie, which stopped just above his thick brows.
“What the hell?” Aelin yelled, one hand bracing the door to keep herself steady. “It’s the middle of the night! Who the hell are you?”
Once again, he was not phased by Aelin’s outburst. Instead he tossed a thumb over his shoulder. “I brought wood.”
Aelin blinked as she scoffed. “You brought wood? At midnight? You brought wood at midnight? Is that when this woman usually gets her wood? At midnight?”
The euphemism wasn’t lost on Aelin but she didn’t say anything about it. Thankfully, neither did he.
The fist he would have used to knock with slowly fell back to his side. He shoved those hands into his pockets. “No, usually I’m here promptly at ten every couple of days, which is when I would have been here tomorrow…which is also when I thought you’d be getting here, not today. I was on my way home when I saw the lights on and knew I’d gotten the day wrong. Thought you might be cold.”
She was. Gods, she was. “I’m fine.”
She swore she saw his lips quirk as he looked over her shoulder at the dull, empty fireplace. “I’m guessing Nesta didn’t mention that you’d have to heat the place yourself.” 
“Look,” Aelin began, taking a deep breath as her fingers tightened on the door. “I’m tired. I’m grumpy. A little hangry, even. All I want to do is climb into bed, close my eyes, and hopefully wake up in the morning to not regret this decision I’ve made. So, if you would, get the hell off my property so I can make that happen.”
“It’s not your property, but I admire your conviction,” he said, and Aelin hated how he wasn’t even the slightest bit phased by her. “Why don’t you go get ready for bed, unpack your shit, and I’ll start a fire for you?”
Aelin nearly gaped. “You want me to let you, a man that could be a murderer for all I know, in here? Who shows up at midnight—”
“I’m trying to be helpful,” he interrupted, clearly getting frustrated. “If you prefer to chop your own wood and light your own flame, that’s fine. I have places to be.” He turned his back to her and slowly descended the stairs, back to the snow covered path to his truck. “Nesta said she left a note letting you know how to reach me when you need wood. Call, I guess, if you don’t want to freeze to death. I’d hurry. It’s only getting colder tonight.”
By the time Aelin remembered how to speak, he was climbing into the cab of his truck, which was still running, and gunning the engine. Up the mountain he went and Aelin grumbled something about unpacking her shit and went to retrieve the bundle of wood he’d set down at the top of the staircase.
Closing the door, and locking it for emphasis, Aelin found the instructions Nesta had left for her, including a phone number for Rowan, who she could only assume was her new friend. She hastily lit the fireplace and wood burning stove in the back bedroom, and before she knew it, the cottage was nearly as cozy as it’d been in the listing.
She connected to the wifi and sent a text to Lysandra, letting her know she’d safely made it and settled in. 
And then she checked her email.
There were nearly thirty emails and Aelin was almost positive twenty-five of them would be from Arrobyn. She had ignored his texts throughout the day, going so far as to send him to voicemail as she was boarding her flight to Orynth, something she’d never done. None of them were letting her know she’d been fired, so whatever Nox had done had appeased their boss, though he was already making demands for her to be at the office bright and early the day she was back in town.
With a groan, she turned her phone off and reminded herself she was here for a break. From Arrobyn, from life in Velaris, from everything.
There was a bottle of wine on the counter, near her note with Rowan’s phone number, with another note tied around the neck. It had another number on it, in the same feminine scrawl.
Give me a call if you need anything at all! Hope we both get the escapes we need.
Although Rowan had pissed her off, Nesta seemed welcoming…even if Aelin had a slightly warmer idea of what welcoming meant. Nonetheless, Aelin hoped they both got their escapes, too. In the morning, she would make sure that she got her relaxing vacation. She wouldn’t accept any other fate.
Just after one, Aelin poured herself a small glass of wine and snuggled up on the couch in front of the fireplace. She had only drunk half of it before she fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.
Since arriving the night before, Nesta was scared to touch anything.
Aelin’s townhouse was immaculate. Everything was sleek and modern, and fell into the white, gray, calming blue color scheme. From the second she had opened the door, she felt like she had walked into a magazine. Only one thing looked out of place, and that was the Christmas tree. Sitting in the living room, it was tall and green and covered in ornaments. It was a nice, cheery sight. Nesta couldn’t remember the last time she’d help put up a Christmas tree. It hadn’t been since her childhood, certainly. 
Although their tastes were different, Aelin did have a good collection of books in her bedroom. Nesta spotted some romances and thought she’d spend a couple days diving into the pages.
Not today, though.
Today she would explore the city. 
She’d arrived in Velaris around eight the night before. The drive to the townhouse was less than twenty minutes and Nesta instantly made herself comfortable. The fridge had been recently stocked and the liquor cabinet was full. Judging from that and the look of her townhouse, Nesta had no idea what Aelin did for work but she decided that the woman did fairly well. There was no way Nesta would be able to afford anything close to this on her author’s salary. Although her books had begun to do well in the last few years, money went fast. 
Having been asleep by ten, Nesta was wide awake before eight, surprising herself by how well she was adjusting to the time change. Maybe the jet lag would hit her later. She needed to take advantage of her time before that happened.
It was snowing outside but wasn’t too cold. The second the flakes hit the sidewalk, they’d melt. It was a nice change from trudging through feet of snow like she did back home. Considering the heart of the city wasn’t far, Nesta decided she would walk. After putting on her boots and coat, she grabbed her purse off the bar in the kitchen and slung it across her body before locking Aelin’s door behind her and strutting toward the city. 
Velaris was beautiful.
Not only the starlight, which Nesta had admired the night before in awe, but the city itself was stunning. The skyscrapers were massive, the people were cheery, and the shops were busy. Everything was decorated - every building, every bus stop, every park bench. The light poles had ribbons wrapped around them like presents and the statues were surrounded by string lights and holly. Nesta had never seen anything like it. With the city so big and so much to do, she was afraid even two weeks wouldn’t be time to see it all.
She didn’t want to waste a single second and before she knew it, it was lunch time and she’d stopped at a restaurant whose windows were open to the hustle and bustle of the streets outside, despite the temperature. Thanks to a roaring fire in the hearth, Nesta was cozy as could be as she sipped her tea and ate the most amazing BLT she’d ever had.
“Everything good over here?” Her server, Emerie, stopped by, a stack of plates in her hand.
“It’s all lovely,” Nesta replied, giving the dark haired woman a polite smile. It was more than she usually offered those around her, but this trip she’d decided to try and be nicer to people. Unless they deserved it, at least. Starting with her sweet waitress was easy. “Thank you so much.”
Emerie’s brows bunched together before she said, “I’m sorry, I’ve got to ask. Where are you from? I’ve been trying to figure out your accent, but I can’t.”
Nesta’s own eyebrows raised, not realizing she even had an accent, but she was a long way from home. “I’m from a small town just south of Spring, but I’ve lived in Orynth for years.”
“Orynth? In Terrasen?” Emerie’s eyes were wide. “I’ve never been, but I’ve heard it’s beautiful. And cold.”
Nesta couldn’t help but laugh. “That it is.”
“What brings you to Velaris?” Emerie asked, a bus boy coming and taking the dirty dishes off her hands. “Are you visiting for the holidays or did you just move to town?”
Shaking her head, despite the fact that she’d been asked two questions, Nesta said, “Just needed a vacation from life. Thought the City of Starlight was the place to do just that.”
“Well, if you’re looking for suggestions to start this vacation of yours, I can give you a few places to check out,” she suggested, and the offer was too kind to decline. Five minutes later, Nesta had a long list on her phone of places to enjoy, starting with the Rainbow.
It was a strip of local artists in shops and vendor carts. Sculptures lined the streets and murals covered the brick walls. As soon as she started exploring the Rainbow of Velaris that afternoon, Nesta decided that Feyre would be in heaven there. In fact, she picked up a few pieces to bring home to her sister for Christmas. There was a painting, a landscape piece of something called Starfall that Nesta was mesmerized by, and a tiny clay sculpture of an ancient being with dark, incandescent wings that caught her attention. Feyre would love both.
She spent hours there, admiring the art, exploring the street. By the time the sun began to set, Nesta was exhausted, but feeling fulfilled. She also found a set of glass roses for Elain. Although Nesta would be missing Christmas with her sisters, she would come home with unforgettable presents. 
Realizing she was starving and not wanting to test Aelin’s kitchen out just yet, Nesta checked the list that Emerie helped her create. There was a little bar and grill not far from Aelin’s that Emerie gave a glowing review. Apparently it had live music, which was always a plus. By the time she made it back to the townhouse, however, Nesta’s feet were killing her and she almost cursed herself for not wearing more practical shoes. The boots looked cute, but they’d been worth it. After dropping off her sister’s gifts, she decided they were cute enough to be worth it again.
A drink would help her forget about her aching feet, surely.
It only took her a few minutes to reach the Illyrian from the townhouse and when she arrived, she was pleasantly surprised to find it busy. It gave her a chance to watch people, to imagine the stories and lives the people around her led. There was a lone table open, thanks to the gloriously chaos of open seating and Nesta found herself sitting before a small stage.
The bartender came, a handsome man about her again, with eyes a color of violet she’d never encountered before, and promised to return with a Jack and Coke and the best thing the kitchen had to offer.
As she waited, she began to relax. She spotted a couple at the bar, happy in love, then another couple a few spots down that couldn’t seem to stop fighting. There were a few loners there, too, surely hoping to find love or at least love for a night. Nesta wondered what people thought about her, sitting at a table alone, but quickly realized that she did not care. 
Especially not as her drink came.
She sipped her Jack and Coke, continuing to watch those around her. Fifteen minutes passed before her waiter returned with the biggest bacon cheeseburger she’d ever seen, with homemade chips, and she ordered another drink to go along with it.
As she took the first bite — the first glorious bite — a man came out on the stage with a guitar. In a matter of seconds, a hush fell over the people in the restaurant and a group of women ran back to their table, giving him their full attention.
Nesta rolled her eyes.
He was one of those.
He cleared his throat as he sat down in the stool, leaning forward to speak into the microphone. “What’s up? Y’all know the drill. You want a song, I’ll play it if I know it. And if I don’t, I’ll pretend I do.” The gaggle of girls laughed far more enthusiastically than they should have. “Relax, have a drink, and tip your bartenders, unless it’s that asshole.”
He pointed at the violet-eyed man who was, in fact, the one serving her and was rolling his eyes, and started strumming.
Nesta was surprised at just how mesmerizing his voice was. It was husky and sensual and matched his rugged good looks. He wore a dark gray henley, jeans, and boots, and his hair was tied back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. There was a day or two’s worth of stubble along his jawline and his hazel eyes were bright in the stage lights trained on him. Most of the songs he played were covers, though he’d tossed a few original songs in now and then. Original songs that weren’t too bad.
He had just finished a request from one of the fan girls sitting at the table next to her own when she realized he was…looking at her.
She wasn’t sure how to take it, wasn’t sure how to handle his piercing stare. He must’ve seen the hesitancy in her body, because he chuckled as he started singing once more. 
Started singing directly to her.
She liked it and hated it at the same time. There was a thrill that shot through her along with the dread and panic that had settled in the pit of her stomach. A couple of the fan girls shot disgusted looks her way and Nesta couldn’t blame them. There she was, sloppily eating a burger by herself while getting serenaded by a guy they were obviously obsessed with.
He was handsome.
He also liked the attention and Nesta could tell. He was the type of man that thrives on a woman’s attention, the kind that used it to his advantage and ran with it.
She wondered which of these groupies he’d be taking home tonight. Nesta looked pointedly at him as she took the last bite of her burger and that stupid grin appeared again as the beautiful words streamed from his mouth.
She suddenly realized he was singing Your Body is a Wonderland and scoffed, pulling enough money out of her wallet to cover her tab and tip her server.
With a final look at the stage, finding his eyes still on her and a smirk still on his handsome face, Nesta turned and left.
She couldn’t shake the feeling his gaze was on her the whole way home.
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jenibearx3 · 2 days
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Ch.57, P.606 #acosf ❄️❤️ "Cassian smiled at her, and the world faded away. The music was no longer the most beautiful thing in existence. He was. Nesta couldn't stop it then. The answering smile that bloomed through her at last, stealing across her face, bright as the dawn." 🌅❤️
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emiliamildner · 2 months
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Spooky season deserves some art so here is the first one - Nesta Archeron & Cassian from ACOTAR as Rick and Evelyn from The Mummy (1999)
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alemonleafeon · 18 days
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“And You’re Mine”
Cassian and Nesta as “Romeo and Juliet by Frank Bernard Dicksee (1884)
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naariel · 7 months
Nessian ❤
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These sexy mofos live rent free in my mind.
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honeybeefae · 6 months
Revenge (Azriel x Reader)
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Summary// Cassian and Nesta had used every surface of the House of Wind for their pleasure, not even considering that other people live with them. Azriel thinks it’s time the two of you give them a taste of their own medicine.
(I know this isn’t the Feysand x Bat Boys fic I promised but I hit a MAJOR slump in writing and decided to work on some smaller fics to get myself back in the mindset! It will be here soon though but for now, enjoy this smutty apology gift.)
WARNINGS// 18+ ONLY, Smut, Semi-Public sex, p in v, oral (female & male receiving), established relationship, table fucking, revenge fucking, choking, multiple orgasms, light dom/sub dynamic, shadow restraints, finger fucking, just filth. Enjoy!
Taglist: @whor-3-crux , @mystic-scripture , @lovelynesta
You were laying in bed with Azriel, windows open to let in the cool night air when the noises started. Azriel let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand over his face which made you chuckle. 
“Do they not have anything better to do?” He grumbled while pulling you closer. You took in a deep breath, enjoying the smell of his freshly bathed body. 
“They’re newly mated, Az. I’m sure it’ll calm down.” You said as you trailed your fingertips over his chest. “Besides you know how they are. I’m sure the thrill of being caught is half of the fun for them.”
He raised up on his elbows to stare down at you, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Angel we are also newly mated. But unlike my brother, I have respect for others and don’t need an audience to enhance our pleasure.” The last words had his lips curving up in a smirk that sent butterflies to your stomach.
When you went to respond a loud moan echoed throughout the house that had your mate rolling his eyes. If you were being honest, it did slightly get on your nerves for the simple fact that you ate off of the very table they were fucking on right now. You were sure that if they caught the two of you tangled together somewhere they frequented they would-
A dangerous idea stopped your train of thought immediately. Azriel immediately noticed the spark in your eyes and sat up straighter. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Azriel, would you say you believe in revenge?”
“We’re terrible.” You purred as Azriel kissed his way down your neck in the library. He mumbled something you couldn’t make out before coming back up to your lips, tangling his scarred hands in your hair as he took control of this kiss. Both of your tongues danced around each other while small jolts of pleasure went down to your sex.
One of your hands curled into his hair and tugged so you could attack his throat, biting gently on his pulse which had him growling lowly. “You’re playing dirty, Y/N.”
You couldn’t stop the grin as you kissed back up to his face. “Isn’t that what we are supposed to be doing, my love?” You teased before letting out a gasp as he rutted into you, feeling how hard he was. 
The bookshelf behind you creaked when you were pressed further into it. Cassian and Nesta had arrived at home about an hour ago and if they followed their routine, they would be in the study directly across from the library.
“If this plan of yours is going to work I’m going to need you to be louder.” Azriel said as he began to undo the ties of your dress. 
You turned around so that you were facing the books, pushing your ass out teasingly, to give him better access. “I suppose you’re going to have to give me a reason to be loud then.” 
Azriel was not one to be teased or challenged…especially during sex. As soon as the words left your mouth you knew you were in for it. The room was quiet for a few moments until a loud rip reverberated around the room. 
Your dress, or the scraps of it, fell to the floor at the same moment that his large hand covered your throat and yanked you to his body. He choked you just enough to make your eyes widen while his other hand splayed out on your stomach. 
“How about I give you three?”
Suddenly the hand on your stomach went to your bare pussy and began to rub fast circles on your clit, making your back arch in pleasure. You tried to grip his arm but found your arms restrained at your sides, his shadows softly caressing your skin. 
Fuck you were really in for it.
Azriel was unrelenting in his motions as he wound your body up in minutes. He was still dressed in his leathers and you could feel him grind into your ass as your whimpers grew louder. “Does that feel good? Are you going to cum on my fingers? Make those pretty little cries for me?”
Your thighs were starting to shake from just how good he was making you feel. He had wasted no time in bringing you to the peak and just as you were ready to fall over the edge, he moved those fingers into your hole. 
The hand around your throat moved up until you were tilted back to stare up at him, those hazel eyes dark with arousal as he fucked you with his fingers. His thumb began to rub your clit once more and you swore loudly, feeling your walls start to flutter around him.
“Fuck, Az, fuck, please!” You panted while trying to keep eye contact with him. “I can’t, I can’t hold it.”
“Let go, angel. Take what I’m giving you.” Azriel purred before curling his fingers, hitting your spot with expert precision. You cried out his name as you came around his hand, hips desperately grinding down in an attempt to prolong your pleasure. He kissed you passionately as you started to come down, hips still grinding into you.
When you opened your eyes again you whined at the empty feeling of your cunt, turning back to press your body up against his. Azriel’s eyes lit up with wicked seduction as he pried your lips apart with his thumb and made you lick your juices off his fingers.
You fluttered your eyelashes at the Spymaster while swirling your tongue around and around, giving a gentle suck before he pulled them out. 
“Good girl.” He praised as he stroked your cheek affectionately before gesturing to the table by the window. “Now go sit on the edge and spread those beautiful legs for me.”
You didn’t need to be told twice, practically sprinting over to it and hopping up to do as he ordered. Both of your thighs were slick with your orgasm and you could see them glisten in the late rays of the sun. 
Azriel began to stalk towards you slowly while untying the strings of his pants. The light coming from the windows framed him perfectly, his wings casting a large shadow over the rest of the library that made it seem like you were the only two in the world. 
He stopped in front of you, placing both hands on your thighs, and sunk to his knees. Your hands were gripping onto the edge of the tablewhile your chest heaved in anticipation. 
“Are you ready to cry for me again, Y/N?” Azriel mused as he peppered kisses on the inside of your legs. When you didn’t reply immediately he nipped your skin, making you yelp. “I expect an answer when I ask a question.”
“I-” You started to say before a shuffling sound outside the door made you still. Azriel heard it as well, smirking as one of his shadows curled up to his ear to whisper secrets only he could hear. 
“We have an audience. Let’s not keep them waiting.” He rumbled before shoving you backwards and wrapping your legs around his shoulders. You had no time to recover as he began to devour your cunt, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth over your already sensitive clit before going down to dip into you.
You hadn’t even realized the moan you had let out until you heard your mate chuckle. Both of your hands were gripping the table until your knuckles were white while your eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
Azriel was a man of many talents but you always thought the best was how well he could eat you out. He greedily sucked all you had for him down and then took more, that long tongue being able to reach all the places you never knew existed.
He hummed around your clit and you clamped your thighs against his arms, crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. “Ooooh Az…” You whined, not being able to focus on anything other than the pleasure he was giving to you.
Until you heard a schlik sound underneath you that sounded like skin against skin. It didn’t take long for your lust hazed mind to realize that he was touching himself while tongue fucking you.
It was the most erotic thing and you started to roll your hips into his face, nails scrapping against the wood as you praised him loudly. “Are you touching yourself for me, Az? Fuck, such a…a good boy.”
Both of you liked to switch roles when it came to sex and this was no different. Although he had you pinned to the table you could hear his moan at your words, speeding up the hand around his cock while also focusing all his attention on your clit.
Your second orgasm creeped up on you and was just as violent as the first. It had your voice going hoarse as you wailed for your mate, feeling your juices sliding down your ass. Azriel drank it all down like a man starved and when he pulled away you could see the wetness that coated his lips and chin.
The second he stood up you hurriedly scooted off of the table to fall on your knees, drooling at the sight of his cock. He had denied you for too long. You wasted no time in grasping it and pulling him to your mouth, taking him all the way down in one swoop.
“Shit, Y/N.” He sighed as he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled it tight. 
You gave a gentle kiss to the tip when you came back up, staring up at him with adoration. “Let me take care of you.” You crooned before going back down, cupping his balls and setting a steady pace.
Azriel’s wings flared in pleasure as he helped guide your head. He was already close to the edge from earlier and you wanted him to cum down your throat, to hear him growl out your name in euphoria.
He tasted of pure male musk and it made your head spin, your spit coating his dick. You felt him start to tense up and when you went to swallow him down again he roughly pulled you back.
“No.” Azriel huffed, chest rising and falling in quick pants. “I want to cum inside you, fill you up.”
You didn’t get a say because he hoisted you up and flipped you back around until you were stomach down on the table. He wasted no time in lining up with your entrance and, without warning, filled you with one thrust.
“Fuck!” You cried out as he set a brutal pace, wrapping your hair around his hand again and yanking until you were looking up at the ceiling. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as did the smell of sex. 
You were so sensitive already and with the stretch of his cock inside you knew he would make you cum again quickly. Your tits bounced earnestly as the table creaked underneath you, moaning at the heat of him inside of you.
Tears began to form in the corner of your eyes from the pain and pleasure, moans and curses freely flying out of your mouth. Azriel noticed and chuckled darkly, giving your hair a harsh tug that had you seeing stars.
“Look at you, angel. You’re taking me So. Fucking. Well.” He groaned before pulling out completely. You immediately started to protest until he hoisted you up and reentered you in seconds, fucking into you while standing.
The new angle allowed him to hit a spot that only he could reach, your arms wrapping around his neck immediately as you sobbed into his neck. You were so close, the fire inside your belly turning into an inferno, you just needed a little extra push.
Azriel knew what you needed and as he bounced you on his cock he let his shadows curl around your throat while cooing into your ear.
“Cum on my cock like a good girl, Y/N. Scream out for all of Velaris so they know who owns you.”
All you could see was white as your last orgasm shuttered through your body. Your body went limp in Azriel’s hold as he followed you in pleasure, both of you calling out for each other. You felt his cum fill you until it gushed out and you could’ve sworn you soaked the carpets from how hard he had made you cum.
Your entire body was shaking as Azriel slowly pulled out of you, admiring the way he dripped out of your used cunt while you came back to the present. He gave you a soft kiss on your temple and told you to sleep, smiling tenderly as you didn’t even hesitate to listen.
He cradled you in his arms and walked towards the door, opening it with one hand swiftly to reveal Cassian and Nesta leaning on the doorframe. They both turned red and sputtered out apologies, looking everywhere but them as Azriel walked you both back to your room.
It seemed like nobody learned their lesson.
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likeiwishiknew · 1 month
Nyx: Son of a bitch.
Cassian, fake gasping: You better watch that mouth little guy.
Nyx: But it's not a bad word. It's an expression.
Azriel: Who told you that?
Nyx: Auntie Nesta and Auntie Gwyn. 
Azriel, under his breath: God dammit. 
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sirendeepity · 4 months
It's always "wyd babygirl" and never "I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise." Romance really is dead.
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Cassian: How do I make this date romantic?
Azriel: Try being mysterious.
Nesta: So where are we going?
Cassian: None of your fucking business.
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velidewrites · 3 months
Nesta: Love is a weakness and an evolutionary mistake
Gwyn: You’re literally making a Valentine’s Day card for Cassian right now
Nesta: *Points a hot glue gun at Gwyn* You’re on thin fucking ice, Berdara
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daisybrekker · 7 months
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[Art by jessdraw.s on Instagram]
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booknerd87 · 4 months
Day 1 of @azrielweek2022 .... I know we have all been busy celebrating Elucien last week but I hope people do put in the effort to celebrate our shadowsinger.... the spymaster Azriel 🙂🙂.
I Personally love the scene where Azriel gifts Nesta for Solstice it shows that he cares , he is literally the only one apart from her sisters , mate and Gwyn ofcourse who gifts her something makes her feel like she has friends ... Nesta and Azriels friendship is something I really enjoyed in ACOSF.
Repost not allowed, reblogging allowed.
So the first commission for Azriel Week 2022 is by artist @Sunsetrina
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jmoonjones · 7 days
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It's Day 3 of @nestaarcheronweek and what business do we have here? Witchcraft
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I hope Nesta really leans into the fact everyone in Windhaven think she's a witch. So every time Devlon and his cronies start getting rowdy, it helps to remind them of that witch they're so scared of
Emerie wants them to stop with their shenanigans in her shop? Ooh, better get out of here right now before I tell my friend
Cassian is annoyed with their antics in their training ring? I know a certain Oristian who won't be pleased to hear about this
So maybe when the clouds are just right, Cassian holds her aloft on a broomstick and he flies them up to Illyria to make sure nobody has forgotten about the wickedest witch in prythian
After all, it's a truth universally acknowledged that a woman in possession of resting bitch face must be in want of a cauldron
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emiliamildner · 2 months
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Quick Nessian because I missed drawing soft romantic scenes
Nesta Archeron and Cassian from A Court Of Thorns And Roses series by Sarah J. Maas DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION!
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