cassian is like, ridiculously good at giving head. It’s of course because he likes it, and doesn’t have to be begged for scraps of affection. He doesn’t play about you, he’d lick the sweat from your armpits if you told him to and he’d probably do it even if you didn’t tell him to. So naturally when he gets between your legs he’s not messing around.
He eats like a man starved. He moans and groans into it, creating vibrations that flow to your core in such powerful bursts they’re what tip you over the edge sometimes. He’s sloppy, your slick coating his chin and nose and beard and cheeks, and more of it trailing over your body wherever he licks you. He growls into it sometimes, coaxing you over the edge, prying for your release, ‘come on, sweetheart, give it to me. let go, I wanna feel you finish in my mouth. I want you riding my fucking tongue- come on, let go.’
His tongue is sinfully good at its job, curling and twisting and slurping and sucking and flicking and pressing and licking until you’re screaming just as loud as you do when he’s pounding into you. It’s never less-than, it’s never inferior to other sex, cassian gives you his all every time. He pairs it with teeth and lips and hot breath, scraping his teeth against your clit, biting your thighs, panting against you as you come down from your high.
Sometimes he lets you clamp your thighs around his head. Sometimes he wants them putting pressure over his ears, blocking out everything that isn’t the taste of your pussy. Which he prefers to be actual pussy, by the way, so go ahead and put down those nasty floral soaps that fuck up your ph levels. He wants your pussy to taste like pussy. He rests your thighs on his broad, muscled shoulders, beefy biceps curving around them so that you’re free to slam them shut around his head and suffocate him in your hot, wet sex. He wants to die there, he wants to die with his tongue buried in your folds, his mouth full of the taste of you, his hair nearly ripped out from your grip on it.
Sometimes he pins your legs down so that you can’t move them at all. He loves being enveloped between your thighs but he loves pinning you down too, staring at your wide open cunt, spreading you open and devouring you with his eyes before he does it with his mouth. It gives him more surface area to drag his tongue across, it means he can flatten his tongue out and lick broad stripes over your sex that have you writhing beneath his muscled arms still holding you down. He likes to put your ankles by your ears, baring your entire backside to him as he licks and bites and sucks whatever he pleases.
He gets lost in his own pleasure sometimes, forgetting that you’re halfway to an orgasm and taking the time to drag his tongue out of your cunt and over your thighs, across your shuddering stomach, around your nipples and whatever red marks he creates from biting at your breasts. It brings you to tears sometimes, wanting so badly for his tongue to be back inside of you, but he always remembers to supplement it with his fingers until he kisses his way back down between your legs. He prefers to lay you down, one because of the easy access it grants him, and two because he intends to keep you there for a while, and he can’t have his pretty girl’s knees giving out on her, can he? So you’re always kicking out, legs flailing and shaking as he ravages your pussy with his mouth.
Cassian held your hair back, holding it out of your face as you looked down to watch Azriel between your legs. His face was buried in between your thighs, tongue sucking against your clit deliciously.
You let out a whimper, both males clinging onto your body tighter.
“There you go,” Cassian cooed, breath hot against your neck as he played with your sensitive nipples, “Let it out… You look so pretty when you come.”
You wiggle in their grip, the overwhelming sensation of a second orgasm building in your stomach quickly.
“Fuck,” You groan, bucking your hips forward.
Azriel pulls back, slapping your clit and looking up at you with dark eyes. His gaze was sharp, warning.
“What did I tell you about being a good girl?” He reminds you, before his mouth falls back to your clit. Cassian smirks, loving the way you crumble underneath them.
“We need to teach you how to control that pretty little mouth of yours.”
Cassian’s other hand lets go of your hair, wrapping his fingers around your neck to lift your chin up. You instinctually open your mouth, sticking out your tongue as he leans forward and spits into your mouth. You swallow it with ease, and a devious smirk grows across his lips.
“I think she’s ready, Az.” Cassian says, not breaking eye contact with you.
Azriel laps up the last bit of your arousal, obsessed with the taste and feel of your pussy. He pulls back, his mouth glistening as his eyes trail over your naked body.
He dawns a smirk, before grabbing your waist and guiding you forward. He settles you on top of him, legs on either side, as Cassian hovers behind you.
You knew what was to come, and even though you’d done it a hundred times before, you still got butterflies every time both males touched you.
Azriel was the first to press the tip of his cock into you, sinking in with ease. Your eyelids grew heavy; Azriel alone was enough to fill you up completely.
He slowly thrusted in and out of you, hands gripping your hips as he stretched you out.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He groaned, his hands moving to your ass.
Cassian watched from behind, mouth watering as he watched his best friend’s cock slide in and out of you, your arousal already dripping all over him.
Once he decided you were settled enough, he grabbed ahold of your hips, lifting the tip of dick up to meet with your entrance. Azriel slid halfway out to make room for him.
“Are you ready, princess?” Cassian whispered into your ear, before pushing the head of his dick into you.
You moaned out in pleasure, feeling yourself stretch around both male’s massive cocks. Your body started to tremble, and it took both of them to hold you up so they could keep fucking you.
“F-Fuck,” you cursed again, your head falling forward.
Azriel brushed your hair out of your face, holding your waist with his free hand as he slowly pushed himself further into you. “Shhh, it’s alright… You can take it.”
Cassian’s grip on your hips was tight, the feeling of his cock pressed between Azriel’s and your perfect pussy almost too much to handle. The males thrusted in unison, stretching you out like you were their’s for taking. Your head hang low, panting feverishly.
“S-so full…” You let out, taking them both at the same time.
Azriel and Cassian shared a knowing look, quickening their paces as they felt you tighten around them. You moaned out as they both gripped your body.
“Oh, Gods.” You cry, that familiar heat building in your stomach again.
You were so close to coming for a third time, and you felt like an idiot for even thinking you could last more than 5 minutes with these two. They always managed to fuck you senseless.
Cassian gripped onto the back of your hair, and Azriel took it upon himself to start playing with your clit as he looked you in the eye.
You were a whimpering, moaning mess, and you ended up coming so hard you fell against Azriel’s chest while they pounded into you. He held you there tightly, as Cassian used your pussy to get himself off. The friction alone made Azriel prone to coming faster, and lucky for you, Cassian couldn’t hold it in much longer.
A few second later, both males came inside you, groaning as their dicks rubbed together.
You panted heavily, your pussy already throbbing from being stretched out so much. Your recovery tomorrow would be a bitch.
“So pretty…” Cassian whispered, resting his face against the back of your spine.
“So perfect…” Azriel added, fingers tracing the sides of your arms.
Needless to say, they’d be taking it easy on you for the next few days.
Eris is,,,, lukewarm to the idea to say the least. why on earth would he want to not fuck you for a whole month?
probably takes a lot of pleading to get him to agree ngl, but once he does agree..... HE IS MAKING IT
definitely lasts the whole month, no questions asked
there is no way his resolve is breaking im sorry i just dont see it. no matter how hard you tease him, Eris' only response is a noncommittal "hmm," and a devilish smirk.
he's definitely giving you a taste of your own medicine too- be prepared for teasing from HIM
he'd sneak up behind you and grab your waist, whispering filthy words in your ear about what exactly he's planning to do the minute the month is over... only to pull away and "tut" smugly
he's going to be soo mean if you give up, especially if you challenged him. the teasing is fifteen times worse, and on top of that he's STILL abstaining because even if you're not making it... hes seeing this through!
hes a lovable asshole about it.
"aw, can't even go a whole month without me?"
i feel like towards the end of the month, he'd get irritable and pent up. he has a high-stress life after all, and not getting any release on his frustration can take its toll. Eris would never take it out on you, but expect him to be a little more curt and snippy than usual
once the month is done though? be PREPARED. Eris is a lot more rough and intense when he's pent up, and would be adamant about making up on lost time. you're probably not leaving your shared bedroom for AT LEAST three days. even when you both aren't fucking, he's pressing kisses up and down your body and memorizing everything he didn't get to see throughout the month
i also see him being a lot more passionate at the end of the month. he won't admit it, but he missed getting to fuck you
overall, he'd last, but he would not like it and would make it up to you
"missed me, huh?" Eris coos, sinking into your aching hole. his skin is warm, almosst burning against your own as his tip just kisses that sensitive spot inside you, providing a tantalizing sensation of pleasure.
"f'course i did," you murmur, tightening your legs around his waist. your sat in his lap, completely bare, and his hands travel to cup at your chest.
"oh really?" Eris' gaze is calculating as he presses a nipple between two lithe fingers, rolling the sensitive bud and watching you squirm. "then why did you make me wait so long, darling?"
"mnh- 'was just a game..." you whine, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as Eris slowly begins to thrust in and out. you clench around him tightly with every roll of his hips, and his free hand begins to rub your clit/cock.
"just a game? well, why don't we play a game, hm? lets see how many times i can make you cum," Eris purrs, and you nod fervently. his eyed narrow, and he paused in his ministrations.
"use your words."
you arch your back, pleading for his touch again. "please make me cum, Er..." Eris chuckles at your obedience, before returning to stroking you, increasing his pace as he did so. "whatever my darling mate desires~"
Lucien Vanserra:
Lucien would not like the idea- he'd miss you too much, and i also feel like he has a pretty high libido in and of itself
he'd do it to make you happy, but i really don't see him lasting. Lucien would make it halfway through the month MAX. you tease him once and he folds- he's very whipped for u !!!
probably lasts at least 2 weeks, but after that he really doesn't pay much mind to it
sooooo fun to tease, in my mind he's the type to be unabashedly in LOVE with his partner and isn't afraid of acting flustered when you catch him off guard. he loves seeing you in lingerie and it's probably one of the easiest things you can do to get him to give in
i also can see him teasing you too- he's very flirtatious in nature, and if he wants you, he's pulling all the stops to see if he can make you break- ESPECIALLY if he gives up and you continue trying and to last the whole month
if you don't tease him throughout the month or give him reason to give up, i think that Lucien may have a sliiightly higher chance of making it through the month- but its still not guaranteed. like i said, he has a high libido and even if he doesnt fuck you he'll probably still end up masturbating
when it comes to the end of the month be PREPARED- he is absolutely waking you up at 12:01 because he "wants you so bad". its hard to say no to him when he's being all sweet and compliant, but know that it won't last bc he will very soon turn into a MENACE. if you can still walk, then he's not done
"you're simply divine," Lucien murmurs, almost worshipful as his lips trail up your navel. with each rise and fall of your chest, his sinful mouth travels higher and higher, kissing and sucking over marks he had left from previous rounds in a wanton mix of lust and love. his eyes never leave yours, his gaze reverent and his mechanical eye whirring as he takes you in, observing you as though you might disappear.
"perfect," he whispers breathlessly, crawling above your nude form and supporting himself with a strong arm on either side of your head. your lips meet in a sickeningly sweet kiss, and he rolls his hips tantalizingly against yours.
"mngh- jus' came!" you whine, and Lucien chuckles breathlessly against your lips.
"you can give me one more, hm?"
Rhysand:
i think Rhysand is a bit of a wild card, i think he would be into the idea at first, as he loves a good competition, but after realizing what it fully entails, he'd be pouty about not getting to sleep with you for a whole month. like, do you even love him anymore???
he'd probably make it to at least 3 weeks -> the end of the month
in all seriousness though, i think whether or not he makes it depends on how much you want to make it- if you don't tease him or don't try too hard, then i can see him making it with ease, but if you turn him on? ohhh he's not letting you go without making you both lose.
i see Rhys as kind of a hornball, genuinely it doesn't take much to turn him on, but it's whether or not you do it intentionally that really gets him going. like seeing down the front of your chest on accident? sure, he's horny, but he'll get over it. you intentionally bend down in front of him in a loose shirt, or flash him as a joke? ohhh he needs you now.
PETTIEST TEASE !!!!! you think you can get away with teasing him with no repercussions? think again, because he'll make you come running to HIMMM- he's sending you nudes through the mating bond randomly throughout the day, he's flashing you, he'll wear lingerie under his suit and tell you about it inconspicuously, stuff like that
Rhys is also quite touchy, i genuinely see him being like. clingy. especially when he misses you. what he can't have in sexual intimacy throughout the month, he makes up for in physical intimacy as he is practically almost ALWAYS at your side, and demands a lot more of your attention than usual. not in a bad way, he just loves when you focus on him
when the month is over, he's actually turning into a FREAK. instead of waking you up, he invades your dream, filling it with his own dirty desires so that you wake up aaallll hot n bothered. then and only then does he give in to his own lust and fuck you senseless
you awake with a gasp, feeling a sticky heat between your legs. your cheeks flush as memories of your more than pleasant dream fill your mind, clueing you in to the reason behind your own arousal.
"i see someone had a good dream," a sensual voice purrs in your ear, and you whip around to face the violet-eyed speaker.
"this is your fault, Rhys. i know your behind that.. dream." you grumble, and he lets out a velvety laugh.
"oh, but you'll never prove it~" he teases, but your having none of it. you waste no time in pushing him down against the bed, moving to straddle him and grinding down hard.
"s-someones being forward tonight," Rhysand hisses, hips jolting upwards to meet your impatient humping.
"hah- f'course i am, its been a, a month! i swear, if you don't shut up and fuck me Rhysand i will-" your cut off with a yelp as strong arms find purchase on your waist, flipping you over so that your pinned down beneath your lover.
"be careful what you wish for, darling."
Cassian:
loves the idea of NNN in theory... hates it in execution. Cassian is probably more overconfident in his abilities to abstain from sex than he is actually capable of in reality, so he goes into NNN ready to face it head on- only to CRUMBLE by week two because he just needs to cum.
lasts 2.5 weeks TOPS.
Cassian is always packing some sort of heat, his dick is big big, and he swears he's never noticed it until now. literally everything you do gives him a ridiculous hard on- it's almost embarrassing. its a phenomenon, the more he can't have you, the more he wants you!
Cassian could probably withstand torture, but can't withstand your teasing. just a few lustful innuendos and giving him a look and he's down on his knees practically begging you to let him fuck you, just the tip, he promises he won't even cum.... (lies)
can not take teasing, but he's pretty good at teasing you- although not subtly. not subtly at all. comes up behind you and grabs your hips with two big hands, pressing his boner against your ass like,,,, hey. whispers absolute filth into your ear until he's borderline humping you, and is so caught up in the moment that he can't focus on anything (or anyone) other than you if you don't give in then your better than me fr
at the end of the month Cassian is practically in heat, he's nearly drooling with need as he shakes you awake, ready to beg politely ask you to just fuck him already...
rough hands gently cup your face, and scratchy stubble tickles your cheeks as your lover plants kisses all across your face.
"babe," Cassian murmurs, "its december." you hum, shifting slowly into the realm of consciousness and turning to look at him.
"and?" you tease, feigning innocence as Cassian pouts. "oh, fuck you," he grumbles, nuzzling his head into your neck, and you giggle.
"aw, the big strong illyrian warrior can't last a month without me?"
"f'course i can't. it's you, afterall." you feel Cassian's grin against your neck, and hum thoughtfully. one of your hands trails to his wings, rubbing gently over the sensitive membrane. Cassian lets out a strangled moan, rolling his hips desperately as he begins to grind on your thigh.
"fffuck, hun, jus' like that," he slurs, shuddering as you continue stroking is wings. "you're so perfect f'me," he mumbles, increasing his pace.
"cum for me, Cassian," you mumble, pressing a kiss to his temple and feeling his breath shudder against your neck. suddenly, he pauses his motions, gently pulling your hand from his twitching wings.
"hngh- hah, not yet- wanna be inside you first."
Azriel:
i don't think Azriel would care too heavily about NNN, if you were into it he'd do it but he doesn't feel too strongly about it- however, he is quite competitive, and will take it seriously if you challenge him
Azriel is making it through the month no questions asked. i simply can not see him giving in- he loves you dearly, but nothing will stop him from winning
honestly, your probably more at risk of giving in then him- he's teasing you worse than anything you could ever do to him, only to pull away last minute and watch you squirm with arousal. you're also NOT getting away with teasing Azriel because he WILL get you back ten times worse, that is a promise
you "accidentally" brush over his crotch? what a shame, he's "accidentally" grinding on you. you moan in his ear? he's dirty talking to you in front of your entire friend group. you wear something provocative? he will take his shirt off in front of you. he WILL get you back, and it will be worse than anything u give to him
at this point he's just downright Evil with his teasing- like he's coming into YOUR room, kissing you senseless until your all hot n bothered, and then just leaving!!! Evil!!!!!
definitelt tries to piss you off and get you needy just because he thinks it's attractive- the hornier you are the happier he is !
when the month is over, he's merciless. probably edges you and then overstimulates you for LITERAL hours, still teasing you and trying to piss you off solely because he can. however, he does reach his breaking point eventually, and when he does i DOUBT you will be walking for 2-5 business days because he will be ROUGH
the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as the scent of sex invaded your senses. your own pleasured moans drown out the sound of Azriel's cock squelching in and out of your aching hole with each thrust, his breath hot and heavy on your neck. large, scarred hands find purchase on your hips, and your thighs tremble as he forces you deeper into a mating press. he holds your gaze as one hand begins to toy with your clit/cock, his calculated motions bringing you to the edge yet again.
"uh-huh, y'like that?" Azriel smirks, watching as you writhe and moan. "y'wanna cum this time baby?"
"p-please! please Az, 'm so close," your voice is cracked and embarrassingly whiny, your hips rolling against his with every thrust.
"patience, baby," he murmurs, pressing feather light kisses to the soft skin of your neck.
"you'll get your turn. i've waited a whole month, you'll let me have my fun, hm?"
an originally I wanted to write some solstice headcannons for Cassian but somehow it just tunred into a fluffy story packed into bullet points. Leave a comment if you liked it. Happy reading <3
Cassian is the type of male that can handle hard training, battles and war without batting an eye. Punctuality, strategy and endurance are traits he inhabited for centuries. But all that is no use when shopping for solstice.
But when it comes to solstice shipping, he's a mess.
Cassian is the type of male that is running around wildly in Velaris on the morning of solstice. Hair tousled and soaking his second shirt with sweat while looking at the ticking clock with wide eyes.
He curses himself for not starting to watch out for presents earlier. That's how it's been for years and years like a string of pearls. He procrastinates it until the last second. Sadly, he always had a good hand at finding something for everyone just in time, so the feeling of success remains in his head every year.
But now, time is running out. He already has a necklace for Amren — Ruby's from Summer. For Feyre, he found some paint made from mother-of-pearl in the Rainbow. He grabbed a hairpin for Mor that looks like it's star frost itself, glittering and blinking when the smallest beam of light hits it.
Little Nyx was easy. A stuffed Pegasus inky black and with purple glitter and with the same blue eyes his mother has.
He's standing in front of some self heating gloves when an idea dawns. He inspects them closely and decides he's gonna get them for Azriel. Probably, the shadowsinger will wear them to their annual snowball fight. What he wouldn't know, that while they heat up, the snow is gonna melt between his fingers.
Cassian grins and hands the merchant some coins. This year, Cassian's gonna win that thing for sure!
The bells of the clock tower chimes midday and Cassian freezes. There isn't much time left.
The bags in his hands feel heavier with every minute going by. What would he get for Rhysand? What do you give a man who already has everything? Cassian walks by his liquor dealer of his trust and settles with the most expensive whisky of the top cabinet.
Very selfless, Cassian knows. Rhys will open it right away and give a glass to everyone. Cassian wets his lips, he can practically feel the welcome burn and the peaty taste on his tongue. It goes into the bag as well.
There is just one person left. YN.
He has had a crush on her since the moment he saw her. It wasn't only her looks, though she's the most gorgeous female he had ever seen. But it was her whole demeanor.
She was sitting with Feyre on the top of the House of Wind on a sunny morning, enjoying a little brunch when he walked in, ready to spar with Rhys and Az. He froze as he saw her, cautiously squeezing the last drops of the breakfast tea with a spoon into her cup, before carefully adding a tea spoon of sugar and some lemon. She took a sip and her lips looked so kissable when she took a sip.
But his heart stopped when he heard her little laugh at something Feyre mentioned. Time stretched into eternity when she turned and smiled warmly at him. He knew she would be the death of him.
Then her voice came and and he swore he was with the mother in paradise. Her soft 'hello' weakened his knees and he forgot to breathe until she stood up from her chair to ask him with her hand on his arm if he was feeling okay.
The touch hit him like a stroke. Her soft skin on his marred one made him feel like the prince of brutes. He would never be good enough for her. But Cassian never stopped trying. Months of too obvious glances, quirky comments with heated cheeks and stolen touches followed.
She never shyed away from his advances. Holding her hand when she feared to slip on the black ice, picking her up on a friday evening and flying her in his arms up to the House of Wind, his arm around the high back of the sofa when he sat next to her and her not minding to cuddle into his side.
But Cassian swore himself that this solstice would be different. He had to find the perfect solstice gift for her.
Jewelry? Too over the top to be 'just friendly', plus he only once saw her wearing earrings. Maybe jewelry after all? No! No. He wouldn't want her to think that he wanted too much too soon. Even if Feyre may have dropped some hints that she had a crush on a special someone. The description fitted Cassian but maybe it was wish-thinking.
Maybe a dress? Shit he didn't knew her size and he wouldn't want to pressure her to wear it if she didn't like it.
Something practical? No! Too unpersonal! Something to drink? No! He wouldn't tell her to get drunk. He just needed something…special.
It dawned on him when he stood in front of a bookstore. She always had a book on her. Thick novellas with complicated words he never dared to pronounce. She loved reading and never saw her with the same one in her hands.
The doorbell rung as Cassian entered and the shop owner said. "We'll be closing in a couple of minutes. Would you like some help with anything?"
Just when Cassian wanted to open his mouth to beg him for help he saw it. There it was. In a little display case made of glass. A thin rectangular shape with a fluffy tassel on one side. "What's that?" Cassian asked and the male answered. That was the perfect gift.
He flew to the House of Wind and handed Rhys all the presents he just got. After that dinner was served and YN looked radiant. Her easy smile was framed perfectly by her hair. A simple but breathtaking dress showed off her curves in just the right way. Cassian felt too hot for the entire meal. Then the unpacking of the gifts came.
Just as he thought, Rhys opened the bottle and handed Cassian a glass of the amber liquid. Azriel thanked him for the gloves and Cassian hoped that he wouldn't remember that they would destroy Azriel's plans of winning this snowball fight. Nyx galloped around on his horse and the girls thanked Cassian for his mindful gifts.
"And the last one." Rhys announced and the gift appeared in front of Cassian. He took a deep breath before sliding it over to YN. Her eyes darted between the gift and Cassian, who just nodded towards her to go on and unwrap it.
Her hand flew to her chest as she took it in. "Is…is that what I think it is?" Her eyes glittered with amusement. "What is it?" Feyre asked, peeking over her shoulder. "It's the best thing in the whole world." YN answered in a breath.
She pulled it out of the case and fished for the book she had in her purse. She stuck the thin paper between the pages. Then pulled it out and took a book from the shelf behind her, sticking it to a random side. When he turned back to the first book and wanted to open it, it's pages turned on itselves and showed her the page the put the paper in just moments ago. "It's a magical bookmark."She beamed at Cassian and his heart melted.
"It'll recall the last page from any book you had opened and will find the page for you." Cassian explained. YN shot up from her chair, the legs screeching over the hard wooden floor before she lunged into his arms, hugging him tightly.
He snaked his arms around her, lifting her form from the ground and hugging her even tighter, saving this moment in his head. Her smell rose around him and invaded his mind, making him feel dizzy.
When he put her down and she smiled at him, his heart split in two and a golden light shone bright and hit her right in her chest.
requests are open, if you have an idea for a oneshot just let me know <3
hello!! hope you're having a merry Christmas!! could i request a best friends to lovers with Cassian? maybe reader is presumed dead during a battle or mission and cassian completely losses it and when she comes back a few days later he's super clingy and confesses. Obviously feel free to modify whatever you want or just ignore it thanks!!
cassian is worried about you after a dangerous mission
cassian x reader
“What is this?” you asked.
Caspian stood in front of you, his attention shifting to the bowl in his hands. “It’s a soup. For you.”
You scrunched your brows together, fighting the urge to rub the bridge of your nose. “Another one?”
“Another one.”
You started at him. He stared back.
You closed your eyes before facing Cassian. “How long is this going to last?”
He shifted on his feet. “What do you mean?”
“This.” You gestured between you and him. “All you are doing. The soups, the controlling, the overprotecting, everything.”
“I am not… controlling you.”
“You are not?” You felt your brows rise. “Then how come Rhys won’t assign me any missions? Is it not because you’ve demanded him so?”
“You…” Cassian coughed, avoiding your eyes. Your friend meant well, you knew, but this had to stop. “You still have to recover, Y/N.”
You sighted.
“Cassian, it happened weeks ago. I’m fine, the wound have all perfectly scarred.”
He looked down to the one wound that had looked worse, the one that almost made you bleed y¡to death. The damn mission had almost cost your life.
His eyes were glued there on your leg, on the brutal scar.
“It’s healed. I’m fine. I don’t need the soup, nor the overprotecting, Cass.”
He kept quiet for long, analyzing his thoughts as they came one by one. “I- I can’t stop thinking about that day,” he murmured at last.
A sense of remorse ran upon you. He was only worried about you… you don’t need to be so harsh.
You bit your lip, moving closer to him. “Don’t.”
He finally looked up - pure fear lived in his eyes. “I can’t. I have nightmares about it every day. I see you on the ground, bleeding out… and you-”
You shake your head, urging him to stop remembering.
“-You were seconds away from death and I…”
He went quiet when you walked to him, and only a deep breath separated you from his chest.
You gently took the bowl of soup from his hand. Even if all you wanted to do was cry, you faintly smiled at him. “I’ll take the soup, alright?” you whispered.
His glassy eyes met yours, and you shuddered at the sigh. All the love and beauty of the world in those hazel eyes. He returned your smile faintly.
“Y/N, I…” he started, but didn’t seem to get the words out.
You cocked your head to the sight, getting on a very specific gut feeling.
The way he looked at you… The loss of words… His quivering lip…
“Yes?”
“I - I am… I am sure you'll like the soup.”
Oh.
You tried not letting deceive flush your face, but you failed. Cassian read your face, you saw sadness in his too.
Maybe… only maybe he would say it at last…
But he didn’t say a word.
No - he just moved to kiss you.
-Charcaters by Sarah J Maas
cassian masterlist
a/N: thanks for the lovely request! and sorry it took me so long. i started a version of this long ago that got me stuck and going nowhere. fianally i got here, though. once again, thanku for reading, loves! and yes - I AM BACK ON TUMBLR!!
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."
In my head, I feel like Rhys would be a Lego nerd lol. We know he’s a nerdy astronomer and has built his own sets of their solar system.
Modern! Rhys, in my head, would absolutely love Star Wars, Star Trek, StarGate and really any sci-fi/ High Fantasy movies and shows. And when he has free time, loves to build those Lego sets from Star Wars. He’ll get you the Lego flowers so you can build with him and set up your own bookshelf to display your creations next to his.
He just likes to keep his hands busy… take that as you wish🙂
Also CONGRATULATIONS ON GRADUATING FROM MEDICAL SCHOOL💜💜
OMG thank you!!! That is so kind, it was so hard LOLOL, and I am still confused as to how I made it through, but I am so excited. I matched into psychiatry residency so I will be treating people with their mental health, and I plan to specialize in children and adolescents! So hopefully gonna be doing good in this world.
Anyway!!!
TBH, I don't think about Modern!bat boys much BUT I do know they have such cute little hobbies.
Modern!Rhysand
Yes, I agree, Modern!Rhys is a NERD!!! He loves his legos, and spends lots of time reading sci-fi comics :((((
Has a little collection of all his legos built on display
also really enjoys harry potter, and has written dramione fanfic, bc he do be loving an enemies to lovers trope
Was he was into lore olympus?? Maybe, possibly... yes. 100%.
OMG, he also loves going to the planetarium with you, you have had plenty of dates there were he rambles on about planetary rotations, and different constellations.
One thing he doesn't believe in is astrology, he does not want to hear about geminis or virgos and if the star charts are in alignment, but he will humor you and listen if you really are into it.
He does love to get you the lego flowers, he always reminds you that normal flowers wilt, but these will forever stay with you as will his love!
Modern!Azriel
This male, omg, don't even get me started on what a history freak this male is.
His roman empire is for real the roman empire. And he really can't even explain to you why, but he loves the history channel and museums and babbling about random ancient Egyptian history facts.
Speaking of museums, bi-monthly museum dates to check out all the new exhibits. The staff know you both by name and will sneak you into viewings and private rooms to show you things they don't have on display.
Loves his documentaries about conspiracy theories as well, especially related to the pyramids and ancient civilizations actually having better technology than the modern era, and it just being destroyed to keep us all dumb slaves to capitalism!
Has a blog to discuss his conspiracy theories which are very popular actually, to the point where he considers starting a podcast.
Modern!Cassian
I mean listen, the gym do be this males safe space. He loves weight lifting and is very good with cardio.
BUT, he is secretly very into film photography. You are his main muse, but trust, he has a side hustle and whole instagram page dedicated to his photos and has even won national competitions.
Will spend time traveling with you to different areas to take pictures of the scenery and wildlife, and has a very good time doing so. He likes to find beauty in the simple things, and showcase it, and people really resonate with it.
Just a tall, large male with a nice camera.
Any time friends or families need grad pictures or event photos (he has even been asked to be a wedding photographer), he will do it gladly, and has such a fun time doing so.
I think he is also does enjoy painting your nails. He loves to design intricate details and will try a new style at least once a week, your nails are always painted and looking good because of him. And those services are "exclusively for my girl" as he says.
