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No one:

Absolutely no one:

Not a single soul:

My brain every two(2) seconds:

👑🌈Nesta 🦋🌈 Cassian💥🌈🔥Nessian🦋💓🌈

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New fic up! Mor/Nesta/Cassian

NSFW, like, not even a little bit, there's zero plot, just a couple of intro sentences and BAM.

A thousand times, yes (Chapter 1 below, read the whole thing on AO3)

It was something Nesta had always been curious about, but wasn’t sure how to ask for. But after long discussions with Cassian, they approached Mor. Nesta thought the answer would be one the gorgeous blonde would need time to mull over, but her enthusiastic, “Absolutely,” to Nesta and Cassian’s request for a threesome was almost immediate.

They made arrangements to get together the following night. Nesta was nervous, but as soon as Mor arrived at the House, she set her at ease.

“You have nothing to be anxious about,” Mor said, gently stroking Nesta’s arm and taking her hands. “We’ll take good care of you, won’t we?” Mor looked over her shoulder at Cassian, whose pupils were blown, his erection becoming increasingly evident through his linen pants. She turned back to Nesta. “Ready” she asked her.

A grin spread across Nesta’s face as she answered, “So ready.” Mor slid her hands up Nesta’s arms, across her shoulders to gently cup her face as Nesta stepped toward her.

Nesta’s kiss was gentle at first, searching; then swiftly deepened into something darker, claiming. Nesta’s fingertips drifted to Mor’s hips, up her waist, her back, until she found the straps of Mor’s loose, flowing dress. She worked the knot behind Mor’s neck that kept it up until it released, dropping the gown to pool around Mor’s feet. Very thoughtfully, the gorgeous blonde hadn’t included any undergarments in her outfit, allowing Nesta full access to her perfect breasts. Mor stepped back and out of the dress, kicking it gently out of the way, and did a turn for Nesta and Cassian before making her way back to Nesta. She untied Nesta’s silky blue robe, letting it fall to the floor, her eyes widening as she took in Nesta’s large, perky breasts, her toned stomach, the apex of her thighs. With one hand on Nesta’s small waist she drew Nesta to her, drawing the other to one of Nesta’s breasts, caressing her curves before kissing her again. She worked Nesta’s breast, sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and smiled a little at the gasp Nesta let out. Mor worked her way down Nesta’s neck with her lips and tongue, before lifting a breast to her mouth and working her nipple hard. Nesta gasped again, and Mor heard a deep groan behind her. She turned her head to see Cassian, now fully nude, grasping his massive cock and stroking it as he watched them.

This had not escaped Nesta’s notice, and without losing eye contact with her mate, reached between Mor’s legs and started stroking her folds, circling her clit, over and over, before sticking two fingers into her heat. Mor closed her eyes and moaned against Nesta’s breast before switching to the other, pausing in between to watch Nesta work her, spreading her legs a little wider. Cassian moved closer to get a better view for himself, and Mor took Nesta’s other nipple into her mouth and bit just a little.

Mor tipped her head back a little. Too close, too close,” she said. “Nesta, I need—oh, you’re too good, I want…I want to come harder, so stop, please, oh…” Nesta withdrew her fingers slowly, and dragged them across Mor’s clit before drawing them into her mouth. “Fuck, Nesta,” Mor said, her voice shaky.

“How would you like me to pass the time?” Nesta asked, her voice dark and playful.

Mor’s answering grin sent shivers down Nesta’s spine. She flicked her eyes in Cassian’s direction, then back to Nesta. “I want to watch you suck him off.”

Nesta smiled. “With pleasure,” she said, and sank to her knees in front of Cassian. Nesta grabbed Cassian’s cock and started licking it, wetting it from base to tip before sucking him into her mouth. An inch in, slowly back out to the tip. She brought him two inches in, then achingly out to the tip, sucking the whole way back. Four inches in, nearly to the back of her throat, then out, back to the tip, where she sucked and sucked and sucked, flicking the seam of his head. She gave him a little nibble there and looked up at him under her lashes. Cassian’s face contorted as he shook, desperate to maintain self control. Nesta held him back and said to Mor, “I know you wanted me to suck him off, but…I think you should see this.” She gathered her hair so Mor had a clear view, rested the tip of Cassian’s massive cock on her tongue, and opened her mouth and throat wide. Cassian plunged in, slowly, watching his incredible length disappear into Nesta’s mouth, down her throat. Nesta closed her eyes and started swallowing, moving her head side to side until her lips surrounded his base and pressed hard into Cassian’s lower abdomen.

“Oh gods, oh gods,”Mor said as she watched. Cassian’s cock was fully inside Nesta, and she could see the bulge of his massive width in Nesta’s throat. Mor’s hand drifted between her legs as the other moved toward her breast, anticipating what was to come next.

Nesta opened her eyes, and gave one more rippling swallow as Cassian gripped her head, carefully, gently, and considerately as to not block Mor’s view. Then, at a slow blink from his mate, and a mental Give me everything you’ve got from Nesta down the bond, he drew his dick out of until only the tip brushed the back of her throat, then back in again. And again, faster, a littler harder. Then out further, and in faster, slamming into her throat, faster, harder, shoving her face into him, his hands on the back of her head. Harder, harder, withdrawing all the way then plunging back in, setting a punishing pace, drawing his hips back and slamming her head to him in one smooth, brutal movement.

“I’m so close, Mor, and I’d love to cum on her breasts, unless you have plans for them?” Cassian gritted out as he plunged into Nesta again and again.

“I do, actually, so save that for later, please,” Mor replied., two fingers, inside herself, pumping at the same pace as Cassian’s thrusts.

Cassian held Nesta to him, doubled over her as he came hard down her throat. She swallowed around him a few times, then patted him gently on the thigh to pull out. Nesta sucked him as he left and wiped her face as she sank to the floor. Cassian caught her before she could. “Sweetheart, are you ok?” he asked. Nesta nodded, catching her breath, her face reddened from the pace he’d set. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, his voice so gentle.

“No,” Nesta croaked out. “I just need to catch my breath, and then,” she looked at Mor. “I’m going to need you to get into bed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mor said, and did so.

A glass of water appeared on the bedside table, and Nesta rose to claim it, “Thank you,” she murmured. “I hope this all isn’t too upsetting for you there’s no need to stick around here, I’ll be fine.” Mor shot a questioning look Cassian’s way as Nesta drank.

“The House looks out for us, but Nesta in particular,” he explained.

Mor nodded her understanding, impressed. She reached for Nesta. “It’s your turn, I think,” she said. Nesta set down her glass and took Mor’s hand, letting her guide her onto the bed, onto her back. Mor kissed her swollen lips once, gently, then started working her way down her neck to her breasts, her nipples peaked, pebbled, ready.

“These breasts, Nesta, they…” Mor trailed off as she caressed them, as she gently traced her nipples and watched as they pebbled a little more, as her nipples hardened. She pulled on them, tweaking them to give Nesta just the barest pain. Nesta cried out, her brows drawn together. Her lips parted, still swollen from taking Cassian’s cock over and over again. Mor bent her head to one nipple taking it in her mouth again as she had before, and playing with her other breast. Nesta watched, her chest heaving from the sensation as Mor switched breasts. Nesta looked over at her mate, growing hard once more, gently working himself again.

“Mor, would you mind if Cassian fucks you as you get me off?” she asked.

“Not at all,” Mor said. They shifted over to make room for Cassian and his wings, and Nesta was grateful for her foresight in choosing the room with the largest bed for their fucking.

“One request,” Nesta said, as Mor kissed her way down Nesta’s stomach, pausing just above her mound. “I want to get off first so I can watch him fuck you, to watch you both come.” She looked at Cassian. “So work her slowly, ok?”

His feral grin was answer enough for all of them, and Mor got to work, licking up Nesta’s slit. Cassian spread her knees a little wider for him and Mor lifted her ass, tilting and spreading to give him a full view of everything as she dipped her tongue into Nesta. “So wet, Nesta, fuck, you are drenched,” she said as she inserted two fingers into Nesta’s core. Mor licked at her nub and and massaged her core before taking her clit between her teeth, gently tugging.

Nesta felt her release pooling deep inside. “Harder,” she said, and Mor obliged, biting a little harder, pulling a little more. At that moment, Cassian started gently caressing Mor’s folds with his adept fingers, running them along her folds, between her folds, around her clit, over and over. He felt her buck into his hand. “Not yet, Mor, I want to watch Nesta come for you first,” he said, continuing his teasing. He dipped a finger into her pretty pink cunt and drew it out, trailing her arousal with him as he did, but skipping the spot she so desperately craved for him to touch, to massage, to rub and press. He dipped two fingers in and kept them in place, massaging her slowly, so achingly slowly that Mor cried out against Nesta. The vibration of Mor’s moaning sent Nesta over the edge, her back arched as she screamed her pleasure. As she sank back against the pillows, Mor kept stroking her, urging just one more orgasm out before Nesta pushed her hand away. Cassian added a finger, and started pumping.

“MMMmmmm,” Nesta moaned. She opened her eyes. “Now you,” she said to Mor with a grin that lit up the room. Nesta pushed back against the pillows to give Mor and Cassian space. Cassian slid his fingers out, picked Mor up a bit, moving her over so Nesta could see more. He tilted Mor’s ass up and she opened for him. Nesta crawled on hands and knees to better watch him enter her. Cassian started with his fingers again, three, pumping smoothly, gently, steadily, in…out. In…out. “Can you fit another?” Nesta asked, looking between Mor and Cassian.

“If memory serves, I can fit more than that, right, Mor?”

Mor was practically insensible from pleasure, but she laughed. “Yes, oh gods, yes. Everything Cass. Give me everything,” she said, and with that Cassian added a fourth finger. Mor moaned. “Yes, more, more, please, oh—“ But Cassian just kept gently pumping, most of his hand fitting inside Mor’s cunt. He turned his hand inside her and pumped again, and Mor let out a guttural scream.

“More?” he asked, grinning. He turned to his mate. “What do you think?”

Nesta was fascinated. She wanted to see Cassian’s massive hand disappear, for him to make a fist and for Mor to take it, and come so hard the windows shattered. She said as much, and Mor started whimpering one word over and over. “Yes, yes, yes, yes yes.” Cassian drew his hand out, made a fist, and gently drove it into Mor’s gaping slit. She cried out in ecstasy, and Nesta could see she was close. She gently laid a fingertip on Mor’s clit as Cassian pumped his fist in and out, and no sooner had she started rubbing her bud did Mor come hard, shaking and arching with each after shock. Cassian relaxed his fist and drew out his hand, massaging her sex gently as she came down.

They all fell on the bed together.

“Break?” asked Cassian. Mor propped herself up on her elbows and nodded.

“Break, and then more, if you’re willing,” Nesta said to Mor and Cassian. “I have a few more positions I’d like all of us to try.” Mor grinned at her and flopped back against the bed.

“Yes,” Mor said. “A thousand times, yes.”

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Shameless plug for my own smut

I'm not on tumblr as much as I was earlier this year, but I'm still poking my head in from time to time! This time I wanted to give a brief overview of my smutty fics. I've edited/streamlined my fics masterlist, but wanted to retain the descriptions, so I've included them after the cut with a little more added detail. If you don't care to read this and just get to the smut you can check out my list here or over on AO3. Otherwise, more info after the cut.

NSFW, 18+ only, please go away if you are child.

Most of my fic is Nessian, but there is one multi-chapter Gwynriel in there (at the bottom). It's all NSFW, a lot of it involves deep throating so if that turns you off, my work is not for you (except my Gwynriel fic, because Gwyn isn't into that).

Nesta's throat After reading *that* chapter in ACOSF I became obsessed. So I wrote a series of one shots in varying degrees of filthiness, all dealing with Cassian's sexual exploration of Nesta's mouth and throat. Mostly blowjobs, but specifically a LOT deep-throating, since our girl Nesta has no gag reflex and apparently can hold her breath for extended periods of time? Good for her. Get it, girl.

Part 1: Cassian's mating present (post-ACOSF; includes graphic depictions of rough oral sex, really rough, face-slammingly-fucking rough, as per Nesta's request)

Part 2: Those three sweet words (post-ACOSF; a little tamer than Part 1, some fluff at the end)

Part 3: In the lake (a romp in the lake during chapter 50)

Part 4: Choke me out (choking kink)

Part 5: A perfect afternoon  (safe gesture usage; actually kind of sweet, almost has a plot this time)

One Night in Nesta SJM dangled a threesome in front of us and then TOOK IT AWAY, HOW EVEN DARE. So naturally I wrote a bunch. They all started out as threesomes, but then things escalated and now there's also a foursome and a fivesome in there. They're listed below not in order of writing but in number of participants. They all involve a lot of penetration, a lot of deep throating, some face fucking, and even some fisting, so you have been warned. Little to no plot.

One, two, three (from a anonymous tumblr request; features Nesta/Azriel/Cassian; multiple positions)

Sharing her (another Nesta/Azriel/Cassian one shot)

A thousand times, yes (Chapter One) (Nesta/Mor/Cassian. Had to split this into two parts, it was getting too long. multiple positions, and more to come!)

Cassian's Suggestion (foursome)

The Rite (exhibitionism + five-some)

Other, not grouped by topic:

I think I’ve seen this film before (Nessian fic request for an argument and hardcore makeup sex, chapter 1 & 2 up)

Nesta's proposition (post-ACOSF; anal)

The start of something new (Gwyn/Azriel, soft, fluff, eventual smut).

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Cassian's Suggestion

New! NSFW! I found it in my drafts folder, made minuscule edits and then chucked it into the ether that is AO3. It is dirty, it is quick, it is not for bébés.

Read below or check it out on AO3.

It was a far cry from how her other meetings usually went—updates on Valkyrie progress, strategy sessions, logistics. Though some strategy and logistics had gone into this one as well, Nesta supposed with a smirk. She had no doubt the two beautiful males sitting across from her could scent her arousal as she had theirs once the discussion of terms began.

It started last week, after a round of gentle love making ended with Nestas ankles behind her head and Cassian pounding into her so hard he nearly bruised her pelvis. And broke the bed. Again. Nesta stayed with her legs back, her reddened, drench sex exposed and widened after Cassian slowly, achingly pulled out of her, leaving the last trail of his seed dripping from his soaked cock. It leaked out of her, soaking the bed linens, but Nesta didn’t care. She was still shaking from her latest orgasm, watching her mate sit back and study her.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, sliding his eyes from hers to her gleaming sex. It had been a year since she had accepted the mating bond. The first few weeks were spent in a haze of fucking. She mostly took him in her sex, screaming and coming so loud and hard she was sure someone would report them. But the wards held, and so she took his cock however she wanted. Lately she had decided to mix it up, sneaking up on him, ripping down the loose pants he’d taken to wearing around the house—for ease of removal, he’d told her once— and taking him down into her throat. The first time took him by surprise, but yesterday she asked him to take her as hard as he could.

Her throat was a little achy, so this time she wanted to be filled elsewhere. Nesta let her legs back down but still kept them open. Cassian placed his calloused hands on the insides of her thighs and gently widened her legs further apart. He locked eyes with Nesta as he lowered himself to her, gently licking, licking, licking. Nesta was wound so tight she came quickly, quieter this time.

“I have a proposal for you, Nesses,” he began, and crawled back up to cradle her in his arms. Nesta tucked a lock of his silken hair behind his ear.

“What kind of proposal?”

“It involves sex.”

“I’m listening.”

“And you. And me.”

“Onboard so far.”

Cassian paused. Just a beat, but long enough for some trepidation to cross into his eyes. Nesta cupped his face. “You know that my boundaries are few, and how much I love you,” she said. Cassian’s heart sang at that admission. “So tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Well,” he began tentatively. He loosed a breath and his voice dropped an octave. “I know how hard and rough you like it.” As if waiting to hear that filthy truth, Nesta’s nipples began to pebble again.

“I love it,” Nesta said.

“Tell me why. Tell me how,” Cassian said, all trepidation gone. Nesta trailed a finger down Cassian’s neck, across his chest to hers, and started tweaking one of her nipples.

“I love it when I’m so wet for you and you know it. When your cock is so hard and huge for me, and you shove it into me,” she said.

“Where,” he said, his pupils blown.

“My sex.”

“How.”

“As hard and deep as you can. Drag it out of me, thick, glistening. Take it out all the way. Then shove it back in, as far as you can. Again, again, and again. Faster and harder until I cum around you, and you spill your seed into me.” She paused for a moment to squeeze her nipple, then trailed her hand down to her still drenched sex. She dipped three of her fingers into herself, pumped enough to almost climax, then trailed the evidence of their exploits up her body, over her breasts, and sunk all three fingers into her mouth, cleaning them. “And out of me, spilling down, drenching me in you.”

“Fuck.”

“So what were you thinking?” she asked. He studied her for a moment, lust addling his sight.

“I was thinking, it would be hot to watch you take more than one male at a time,” he said. Nesta’s eyes lit up.

“Really?”

“Really. I came twice earlier thinking about it.”

“A jealous male like you, wants to see his mate fucking other males?”

“You would also be fucking me, to be clear.”

Nesta smiled. “I assumed that would go without saying. So…”

“Two others, to start,” Cassian answered before she could ask. Nesta’s eyelashes fluttered as she took this information in.

“You want a foursome,” she breathed.

“I want to see you filled with cocks while you suck me harder than you ever have,” he answered.

Nesta swallowed. “When?”

“In a few days time, if you are up for it.”

The thought of having so many males inside her thrilled her, to be full to bursting, pleasure and pain mixing in a battle for dominance. She had only taken two males before, and only four times—twice she took one in her mouth while the other pounded her sex, but once she had tried one in her ass and the other in her sex…the final time, both males were in her sex. They were nowhere near as thick as Cassian, even together. This would prove interesting.

“As soon as possible. I won’t be able to think of anything else in the meantime,” she said.

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The ground rules were simple. Nesta would call all of the shots. One round was all that was asked of them—one round in which each of them came inside Nesta. Afterward, if all parties agreed to more, they could work it out then. Since Nesta would be unable to speak, hand signals were agreed upon: one raised finger meant “faster,” two meant “harder,” three meant “harder AND faster,” and all fingers splayed on one hand meant “unleash yourself.” Four fingers meant “slow.” A raised fist meant “stop.” If specific instructions were meant for one male in particular, she would tap them first.

After signing an enchanted piece of paper spelling them to secrecy, they came back a few days later to a heavily warded inn. Nesta and Cassian had been staying there for the past two days, but rather than frantic, rough fucking on every surface, they found themselves making love, up until the males arrived. Cassian barked a quick, “Enter,” at their knock as Nesta unlocked the door with her magic. They didn’t linger in the doorway, but instead sauntered over to the chairs by the fireplace and started removing their clothes as Nesta and Cassian finished. Cassian pulled out of her sex, his cock glistening, and laid back on the bed, propped up on his elbows. Nesta surveyed the newcomers with a feline look, taking in their well-muscled bodies, stopping at their rapidly stiffening members as Cassian’s seed dripped out of her. Watching. Waiting.

She languidly got out of bed and produced a bottle of lubricant out of the air and looked from male to male as she approached them. The male closest to her approached and gently took the bottle from her hand. “Happy to oblige,” he purred, and massaged a few drops onto himself before stationing himself behind Nesta, who widened her stance and bent over. The male added a few more drops to his fingers and started gently massaging her ass, working her entrance.

Nesta felt more of Cassian’s seed spill out of her sex as the male worked her ass. “Beautiful,” he murmured, and gently pushed a finger in. “Is this ok?” he asked her gently.

“Yes,” Nesta said. “Keep going.” He did, going deeper for a few gentle pumps before adding another finger. And another. Then pulled out, and positioned the tip of his cock against her.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Fuck yes,” she said.

The male went in and out, slowly, gently pumping his cock into her, inch by inch, until he was all the way in. Nesta straightened a bit and together they sat back onto the lounge, Nesta kneeling. Nesta felt so full, but not full enough. She gestured for the other male to come over and he knelt before her.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He sank his cock into her already dripping sex, sliding in easily to the hilt. Nesta had only felt close to this gloriously full when Cassian was inside her, Cassian who was strutting over now, his erection practically pulsing for her—her lips, tongue, and down, down down, her throat. He pushed his tip in front of her and she took it into her mouth, rocking her hips, moaning as she took him in slowly, bit by bit, pulsing her mouth and hand in concert along his massive shaft, setting her own pace, reveling in the glory of fucking three males at once. She relaxed her throat and let him all the way in, and Cassian grunted his pleasure at seeing his mate take him.

Already she was close.

Too close.

It was time to let them fuck her, to make her cum.

Nesta cupped Cassian’s balls in one hand and held up two fingers in the other, and was rewarded with a nearly perfectly synchronized withdrawal and gently thrusting into her of three cocks. They started a pace and kept to it for a few moments. But it wasn’t enough. She held up three fingers, Cassian started pushing himself into her mouth harder. The other males weren’t as rough, but it was enough to make her sweat as the strain of being so filled rocked her body with heady pain mixed with pleasure. She held up five fingers and stopped undulating as they fucked her in earnest. Her climax came almost immediately, swiftly followed by the two males under her. Cassian finished last, fucking her mouth harder than he had before, ramming his cock into her throat. Nesta felt another orgasm hit her as Cassian roared and spilled himself in her throat, pulling out just enough to cum on her tongue. She swallowed and swallowed, and thought she might pass out.

Cassian recovered and pulled her up into his arms. “Are you alright?” he asked. So much seed spilled from her as she straightened, but she didn’t care. Her beautiful, kind mate, just wanted her sated and safe.

“Yes,” she replied hoarsely, tears streaking down her face. “I loved every second of it.”

Nesta turned to the males behind her, laid out on the lounge. “Again?” she said.

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Nessian by llibiarts ✨😍

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What makes me happy you ask? What makes me happy is thinking that right now Nesta and Cassian are probably slow dancing to a song from the symphonia, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes.

That’s it.