cassian is like, ridiculously good at giving head. Itâs of course because he likes it, and doesnât have to be begged for scraps of affection. He doesnât play about you, heâd lick the sweat from your armpits if you told him to and heâd probably do it even if you didnât tell him to. So naturally when he gets between your legs heâs 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 theyâre what tip you over the edge sometimes. Heâs 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, âcome 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.â
His tongue is sinfully good at its job, curling and twisting and slurping and sucking and flicking and pressing and licking until youâre screaming just as loud as you do when heâs pounding into you. Itâs never less-than, itâs 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 isnât 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 youâre 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 canât 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 youâre 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 canât have his pretty girlâs knees giving out on her, can he? So youâre always kicking out, legs flailing and shaking as he ravages your pussy with his mouth.
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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.
âThere you go,â Cassian cooed, breath hot against your neck as he played with your sensitive nipples, âLet it out⊠You look so pretty when you come.â
You wiggle in their grip, the overwhelming sensation of a second orgasm building in your stomach quickly.
âFuck,â 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.
âWhat did I tell you about being a good girl?â He reminds you, before his mouth falls back to your clit. Cassian smirks, loving the way you crumble underneath them.
âWe need to teach you how to control that pretty little mouth of yours.â
Cassianâs 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.
âI think sheâs ready, Az.â 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 youâd 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.
âFuck, youâre so perfect.â He groaned, his hands moving to your ass.
Cassian watched from behind, mouth watering as he watched his best friendâs 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.
âAre you ready, princess?â Cassian whispered into your ear, before pushing the head of his dick into you.
You moaned out in pleasure, feeling yourself stretch around both maleâs massive cocks. Your body started to tremble, and it took both of them to hold you up so they could keep fucking you.
âF-Fuck,â 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. âShhh, itâs alright⊠You can take it.â
Cassianâs grip on your hips was tight, the feeling of his cock pressed between Azrielâs and your perfect pussy almost too much to handle. The males thrusted in unison, stretching you out like you were theirâs for taking. Your head hang low, panting feverishly.
âS-so fullâŠâ 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.
âOh, Gods.â 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 Azrielâs 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 couldnât 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.
âSo prettyâŠâ Cassian whispered, resting his face against the back of your spine.
âSo perfectâŠâ Azriel added, fingers tracing the sides of your arms.
Needless to say, theyâd 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?"
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
âWhat is this?â you asked.
Caspian stood in front of you, his attention shifting to the bowl in his hands. âItâs a soup. For you.â
You scrunched your brows together, fighting the urge to rub the bridge of your nose. âAnother one?â
âAnother one.â
You started at him. He stared back.Â
You closed your eyes before facing Cassian. âHow long is this going to last?â
He shifted on his feet. âWhat do you mean?â
âThis.â You gestured between you and him. âAll you are doing. The soups, the controlling, the overprotecting, everything.â
âI am not⊠controlling you.â
âYou are not?â You felt your brows rise. âThen how come Rhys wonât assign me any missions? Is it not because youâve demanded him so?â
âYouâŠâ Cassian coughed, avoiding your eyes. Your friend meant well, you knew, but this had to stop. âYou still have to recover, Y/N.â
You sighted.
âCassian, it happened weeks ago. Iâm fine, the wound have all perfectly scarred.â
He looked down to the one wound that had looked worse, the one that almost made you bleed yÂĄto death. The damn mission had almost cost your life.Â
His eyes were glued there on your leg, on the brutal scar.Â
âItâs healed. Iâm fine. I donât need the soup, nor the overprotecting, Cass.â
He kept quiet for long, analyzing his thoughts as they came one by one. âI- I canât stop thinking about that day,â he murmured at last.
A sense of remorse ran upon you. He was only worried about you⊠you donât need to be so harsh.
You bit your lip, moving closer to him. âDonât.â
He finally looked up - pure fear lived in his eyes. âI canât. I have nightmares about it every day. I see you on the ground, bleeding out⊠and you-â
You shake your head, urging him to stop remembering.Â
â-You were seconds away from death and IâŠâ
He went quiet when you walked to him, and only a deep breath separated you from his chest.Â
You gently took the bowl of soup from his hand. Even if all you wanted to do was cry, you faintly smiled at him. âIâll take the soup, alright?â you whispered.Â
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.
âY/N, IâŠâ he started, but didnât seem to get the words out.Â
You cocked your head to the sight, getting on a very specific gut feeling.Â
The way he looked at you⊠The loss of words⊠His quivering lipâŠ
âYes?â
âI - I am⊠I am sure you'll like the soup.âÂ
Oh.Â
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 lastâŠ
But he didnât 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!!
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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."
A/N: This POV switching is either incredibly hot or completely unhinged, you be the judge.
Warnings: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. A lot. Smut, anal sex, crossdressing (just a little bit, as a treat), long distance sex, unprotected sex (theyâre faeries. i think they take a potion for that or something), edging, slight daddy kink and dom/sub vibes
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Itâs not all sunshine and rainbows and happily ever afters, but you learn how to supplement each otherâs magic through the bond and the boys learn to separate Az and Cas from Azriel and Cassian. Out on a mission? Thatâs Azriel and Cassian. But at home, or in the safety of a private, warded tent? Az and Cas start to spill their softness onto each other.
Trust and vulnerability are built in the bedroom first. Itâs the easiest (and most fun) way to let your guards down, to let each other in.
Slowly but surely, that comfort starts to seep out into everyday life. Itâs subtle, at first. Reassuring hand squeezes, soft smiles, quick pecks on cheeks, foreheads, lips; seeing your mates open up to each other makes the bond (and your heart) swell with love.
The first time Az calls Cas baby outside of the bedroom, you practically disintegrate.
Somewhere along the line, the edges blur a little bit. Cas will pull Az into his lap when theyâre in Rhysâs office debriefing after a mission, needing to feel the beat of his mateâs heartbeat against his hand as proof that heâs still alive, or Az will send the cool, calming presence of his shadows to give Cas extra strength on the battlefield.
And tucked away in the relative privacy of a safe house, wellâŠ
âCassian,â Azâs low growl slips through the crack beneath the door into the bathroom where Cas stands in front of the sink brushing his teeth. He pushes the door open and, toothbrush dangling out of one corner of his mouth, pokes his head out.
His face twitches with amusement at the sight of his mateâs narrowed eyes and furrowed brow; the dark brown sweater that usually pulls taught across Azâs chest sags, hanging loose in the shoulders. Casâs face disappears for a second so he can spit his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and then he stalks into the bedroom, crossing the distance between him and Az in long, lazy steps.
âYou ruined my favorite sweater,â Az grumbles, swatting at the arms trying to snake their way around his waist.
âSorry, baby, I couldnât help it,â Cas responds, sending a flash of burning red magic towards his mate, tugging him back into Casâs chest. âI missed you, and it just smelled so goodâŠâ Cas buries his face in Azâs hair, breathing that scent in.
âWeâre supposed to be packing, you know,â Az murmurs, letting his body sink against the broad chest behind him. Heâs in no hurry to leave, though he probably should be.
Cas trails his lips up until theyâre hovering above Azâs ear.
âI know, I know. Iâm worried about Y/N, too.â Cas pauses to clear his thickening throat. âIâll finish packingâwhy donât you take her down to the cafe for coffee and bring us back breakfast?â He ducks down to suck on Azâs earlobe, relishing in the way the supple flesh gives way to his teeth.
âYou sure?â
âYeahâgo spend some time with our girl, make sure she feels special before we leave.â
While Cas finishes packing, Az takes you on a short walk to the nearest cafe, stopping at a flower cart to buy you a bouquet of beautiful red roses accented by babyâs breath and the most gorgeous, deep blue thistles.
When you return, Cas is seated at the kitchen table, the bags all packed and set next to the front door. The sight of them makes your stomach tighten and your mates feel a flutter of sadness tickling the bond.
Az starts setting out the food and you climb into Casâs lap, straddling him with your flowers still cradled in your arm. His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you steady, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.
âAw, did Azzie buy you some pretty flowers, baby?â he asks, running a hand up your back to thread his fingers in your hair.
âYeah,â you mumble. âTheyâre red and blue to remind me of you while youâre gone.â
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On the first morning of their mission, Az wakes up to the sound of Cassianâs grunting and heavy breathing outside the little cabin theyâre staying in. He peeks out the window to see his mate running through his morning training exercises and lets a smile take over his face at the familiar sight of tanned muscles straining under pressure.
Unfortunately, Az has to get going. He canât linger, so he trudges over to his bag and digs out some clothes. Black pants, loose-fitting white tunic, a slim-fitting Illyrian leather vest, socks and⊠underwear. He canât find any underwear. Just as heâs about to stomp outside and chew out Cas for forgetting to pack such an essential article of clothing, he remembers the pocket sewn onto the front of the bag. Unzipping it reveals a brightly-colored mess of silky, lacy underthings. Your underthings.
Frustration gives way to amusement as Azâs lips curl up into a smirk. Heâs a man of opportunity, so he takes the challenge presented to him. Two can play at this game. He pulls out the pair he knows Cassian loves the most and layers his clothes over them, heading outside to drop a kiss on Casâs lips before he leaves for the day.
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Itâs late. Too late, Cassian thinks as he twirls the glass in his hand, the deep red goblin-made wine swirling against the inside. Taking a long sip, he lets the alcohol sink in, dulling his worries so you and Az donât feel them through the bond.
He drains the liquid and gets up for a refill, settling himself back into the armchair in front of the roaring fireplace. When his cup is nearly empty again, the old, wooden door creaks open and cool shadows stream in, brushing against Casâs skin.
Azriel toes off his boots, leaving them on the mat next to the door, and grabs the half-empty bottle of wine off the kitchen counter before crossing the room to stand in front of Casâs chair.
Cas eyes the bottle and tugs on Azâs free hand, pulling him closer.
âRough day?â he asks, burying his face in Azâs chest.
âYou could say that,â Az says, scowling a bit as he takes a swig straight from the mouth of the bottle.
Cas hums, knowing that if Az wants to talk about it, theyâll get there eventually. For now, heâs content to settle Az in his lap, letting the Shadowsinger use him as a chair. Az leans back, wings settling against Casâs broad chest. His head fits perfectly perched atop Casâs shoulder. The Generalâs hair is falling out of its messy topknot and Az twists the stray locks in his fingers as Cas works loosening the ties that lace up the back of Azâs vest until he can slip his hands under the soft tunic beneath the leather. Azâs lips tighten to prevent the smile from breaking on his face as Cas explores the expanse of skin now available to him.
The Lord of Bloodshed takes his time, trailing his fingertips lightly up and around the base of Azâs wings. Slowly, he moves further down, halting when he feels a rough patch situated just below the dips on Azâs lower back.
Cassian doesnât attempt to hide his shit-eating grin. Instead, he lets it split him open and tucks his chin over one of Azâs shoulders, pushing the tunic up higher so he can get a good look at the panties peeking out from the tops of Azâs trousers. Red silk, trimmed with matching laceâCasâs favorites.
âDid you like the surprise I packed for you, baby?â Cas asks, nudging Az up with one thigh so he can slip those pants down. Az complies readily, malleable under Casâs touch, and it melts the Generalâs heart. He was worried that Az would be upset or embarrassed; the few other times theyâve been alone together have been rougher. Growling and fighting for dominance as their bullheaded Illyrian genes kicked in.
Not this time, though. This time, Az nods against Casâs shoulder as the other male cups his hands beneath Az. The panties are cheekier on you, the soft flesh of your ass spills out the sides in such a beautiful way, but they hug Azâs pert, muscular cheeks perfectly, too.
Hey, princess, I have something to show you. Are you alone? Cas asks, opening up the bond to reach out to the third member of their Triad.
Youâre back home, soaking in the tub after a grueling day of work. The clinic has been overloaded with refugees from Under the Mountain, mostly women and children, mostly victims of the tensions rising within the Court of Nightmares. Thatâs why you arenât with your matesâRhys couldnât justify pulling you away from Madja to tag along on a routine, three-day reconnaissance mission.
You shift in the tub, lifting your hips and running a hand down your stomach, sending the image through to your mates. Excitement flares up between the three of you, and your effort is rewarded with a peek through Cassianâs eyes. The sight of Azriel on display in a pair of your panties sends heat to your core and you squirm, tucking your fingers down to graze against your clit.
Enjoying the view? Cas asks, chucking to himself as he feels your arousal pulsating down the bond. You answer with another image, this time one of your finger circling your hole, distorted by the water.
Az feels his skin heating up and turns slightly to bury his face in Casâs hair.
âAw, baby,â Cas coos, clutching Az closer. âFeeling shy?â
âNo,â Az grumbles. ââM just tired.â Itâs true; Cas can feel Azâs weight pressing down on him as the Shadowsinger lets all the tension release from his body.
âThatâs okay. Iâll take care of you, Azzie. You just gotta sit there and look pretty while we put on a show for our girl. Think you can do that for me?â
Cas bumps his nose against Azâs, then presses their lips together when the other male nods his assent. While Az is distracted, Cas tugs his vest all the way off and unbuttons his tunic, letting both fall to the floor. Then he helps Az clamber off his lap, swallowing his mateâs disgruntled huff as he maneuvers them both into a standing position so he can push Azâs pants all the way down. He has to pull away to shed his own clothes, which he does in record time, and then he settles back into the chair.
He takes a moment to appreciate the view in front of him; Azâs cock bulges, straining the thin fabric encasing it. Cas hooks his fingers into the lacy waistband, rubbing his thumb over the small bow that rests just above the wet spot where Azâs tip rests trapped against his lower stomach.
Through the bond, you can see everything, and the sight of Az tucked into a pair of your panties has you dipping two fingers into the wet heat of your pussy.
Cas moves his thumb lower, pressing against the wet spot and coaxing a needy whine from Az.
âCâmere, baby,â Cas murmurs, âsit on my lap again.â Azriel obeys, turning around and lowering his ass until it rests against Casâs bare cock. Reaching one hand down, Cas adjusts himself so his cock is pressed between the Shadowsingerâs thighs. He grabs Azâs waist and guides him into rocking back and forth, feeling the soft silk rubbing against his own rock-hard length. âThatâs it, good boy, already so wet for me, arenât you?â
Az whimpers, grinding down in search of more friction, and your walls tighten around your fingers.
Cas lets one of his hands drop down to palm Azâs clothed cock, feeling the fabric dampen even more beneath his touch. With the other, he slips beneath the silk to trace one finger around Azâs rim, slowly coaxing him open.
By this point Az is oozing precum, so itâs easy for Cassian to slide forward and collect some with his fingers, using it to help ease first one, then two, then three inside. Az squirms in Casâs lap as his body opens up to accommodate the intrusion.
What do you think, sweetheart? Cas asks you through the bond. You think heâs ready for me?
Yes, you say, your mental voice just as breathy as it would be if you were speaking out loud. Yes, heâs ready.
Cas senses your impending orgasm and waits, curling his fingers inside Az to make him whine.
Wait, love, he coos at you. Your hand stills, obeying his orders even from halfway across Prythian, but you canât stop your thighs from quivering with the force of holding back the waves of pleasure building up inside you.
He knows what heâs doing and relishes in the satisfaction of being able to pull you back from the edge with just two words. Making sure the link is wide open so you can see it all, he uses two fingers to pull the panties aside and spread Az open.
Why donât you go get one of your toys, princess, Cas tells you as he sinks his cock into your shared mate. Chest heaving, you push yourself up and clamber out of the tub on shaky legs. You swipe a towel off the rack on your way back into the bedroom and toss it down before you collapse into the plush mattress. Reaching over to the nightstand, you dig around in the drawer until your hand wraps around the smooth, flesh-like material.
You give Cas a glimpse through your eyes at the dildo as you slide it between your aching lips.
Good girl, he tells you, grunting as he picks up his pace, snapping his hips to fuck up into Az in deep, punishing strokes. Back in Velaris, you increase the speed of your hand, trying to match his.
Casâs magic is soaring, bubbling up within him as he absorbs the raw, desperate need flowing into him from his mates. He tightens his grip on Azâs hips with one hand, nails biting into the Shadowsingerâs flesh just above the hem of his panties. The other slips around front to slide down Azâs abs and settles with a flat palm pressing against the soaking, silk-covered bulge.
âFuck, youâre both so wet for me, arenât you?â He moans, squeezing Azâs length. Az bucks up, grinding against Casâs touch in sloppy, desperate circles.
âPlease, Cas, I need toââ Az whines, moving one foot up to the edge of the chair to use as leverage, to get into the exact right position where he can feel Casâs dickpressing against his prostate and Casâs hand pressing against his cock, the delicious friction of damp fabric against sensitive skinâŠ
Please, Cassie, you echo, shoving the dildo up until it bottoms out, your thumb pressing against your clit in just the right wayâŠ
Cas is close to bursting, but he pushes through the desire tugging all of the blood away from his head and into his cock. He pushes through the red hot flames circling his groin from the inside out enough to snarl, âCum for me,â offering sweet release to his mates. The loves of his life.
He watches through your eyes as your pussy flutters around the dark pink toy, can feel wet heat filling the fabric beneath his hand as Az releases into those Cauldron-damned panties.
The General bows his head to his mates, hair cascading over one shoulder as he pulls Az flush to his chest. The Shadowsinger sighs and itâs the sweetest goddamn thing Cas has ever heard.
He explodes. The force of his magic pulsing down the bond sends aftershocks straight to your core and you whimper, slowing but not stopping your thrusts.
Azriel sinks back against Cassian, boneless and spent, content to wait in the tight embrace of his mate until Casâs thrusts slow to a stop.
It takes a while for Cas to come back after that. He just clings to Az, rests his head, chin hooked over one lean shoulder. You lay in bed, toy slipping out of your slickened hole, and muster enough energy to send a bit of shimmering, deep purple magic his way.
Cas feels it settle into his veins, and his breathing slows. He feels warm and sated and sticky but in a good way. Blinking eyes take in the sight of those panties, stained a shade darker than theyâd been when Cassian saw them there, folded up in the laundry like that. Taunting him with the promise of shadows wrapped in red silk, tanned thighs trimmed with lace. Practically begging to be taken.
You owe me a new pair, Azzie. They can feel you pouting through the bond. Az chokes, sputtering against Cas until you put him out of his misery and coo, you look so pretty in those. I want you to keep them.
Smirking against Azâs shoulder, Cas sends a chuckle down the bond.
Iâll buy you a whole new drawerful, darling. He pauses and nips at the skin beneath his lip, picturing his mates wrapped up in new lingerie like pretty little gifts from his former self. One for each of you, if you want.
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Slowly, you feel your magic boiling hotter, even when you arenât all physically together. Between work and the constant back and forth of scouting missions, of political visits, late nights spent pacing by the fire just waiting for that burning to stop, for them to get home safeâŠ
In between the uncertainties of a brewing insurrection, you and your mates grow closer than ever.
Hey so I saw your Cassian x hyperfem reader and it was just muah! Chef's kiss! Anyway I was wondering if you could do a Cassian x goth or alt reader. Like she loves black and extreme makeup and Halloween or the prithian equivalent. I don't see alot of characters that dress like me and I just wonder how they would take them?
Goth girlfriend headcanon
Cassian x reader
Notes: thank you anon! I love a good goth aesthetic, I hope you like it â„ïž
Warnings: none
You met Cassian at Ritaâs and he was enamored by your unique look
Your dark dress was flattering, your makeup was nothing like heâd ever seen before. Cassian had only ever paid attention to Morâs makeup over the centuries so this was different
Iâm talkin baby bangs, black hair, big eyeliner and dark eyeshadow, drawn on bottom lashes, lost of silver jewelry, lost of rings and necklaces, long black nails, black clothes, ripped tights, platform boots, and all black clothes
When Cassian approached you, you were a little hesitant. He isnât usually your type but he was so shy and cute and tongue tied when he tried a bad pick up line on you
You had such a serious face that when you laughed and smiled up at him Cassian stopped breathing
On your first date you didnât tone down your style. Why would you change for anyone?
When your style is toned down think Morticia Addams
Cassian picked you up for that first date and you expected him to not like it. When you opened the door his jaw dropped at the off the shoulder black velvet dress you were wearing. It clung to your curves in all the right places. And your makeup was pure artistry, he couldnât believe you did it every day
Whenever you experiment with your makeup Cassian is always so supportive
You want to shave your eyebrows and draw them on? Go for it! You want to do wild eyeliner wings? Cassian will literally hold all your eyeliners for you and sit with you while you experiment
Cass loves to watch you do your makeup. Your concentrated face is just so cute
The first time Cass saw you without your makeup it was kind of a shock. Heâs just so used to all the cosmetics covering/accentuating your features. Seeing your bare face made him a little speechless. It was the first time you were seeping over and only crazy people sleep with their makeup on
Cass watched you walk all the way from the bathroom to the bed, not sure what to say. âI know, I know,â you say a little defeated. âGo ahead and say it, I look odd without it.â You look Cassian dead in the eyes not wanting to show that youâre a little insecure. âYou look just as beautiful,â he breathes out. Your eyes go wide at his confession. You climb onto his lap and hug Cass super tight
Moving in with Cass you have a bunch of dark decor from your apartment
Little skulls, LOTS of candles, black blankets, antique lamps and mirrors are spread around the house
The sight of your over the top platform boots next to his boots by the door makes him swoon. It shows your difference in aesthetics but your his
Sometimes you get odd looks from others while walking around Velaris
People think youâre a witch or too odd to be with the General and High Lordâs best friend
Cassian gets angry when he sees someone scowl at you but youâve learned to brush it off. People just donât get your style and thatâs ok
Colorful outfits are rare for you
For Starfall you found a dark blue shimmery dress in town and you fell in love with it
Cassian thinks anything looks good on you and doesnât care if you wear black or neon orange. But when he sees you in that shimmering gown his knees go weak
Hallows Eve is a semi dying holiday (Halloween is lowkey dying and I feel like no one trick-or-treats anymore) but still your favorite
Dressing up as anything you want, craving pumpkins, scary stories! What is there not to love! Not to mention all the sweet treats you can make
Cass and the IC donât celebrate Hallows Eve but once you start dating he demands that it happens
Carving pumpkins together is a tradition Cassian wouldnât miss for the world. He loves picking out the biggest pumpkin he can find and then regrets it when he has to clean it out
You always make fun of him for that, âI tell you every year, thereâs going to be a lot of guts and you say you donât care.â
Making candy apples is another favorite tradition for you two
Cassianâs first attempt was so bad, he burnt the apple and had no idea how it even happened. You couldnât stop laughing because in your eyes that is an impossible thing to do
When Nyx is old enough and the holiday has become more popular in Velaris the IC starts dressing up
The first year Feyre didnât know what to do for his costume so she came to you for help
You made Nyx the scariest looking zombie ever seen. Your makeup skills were put to the test with this one and when you were done Feyre and Rhys barley recognized their son
Nyx was so happy with how gross and scary he looked he couldnât stop staring at himself in the mirror and giggling, âI love it auntie y/n! Can you do my costume every year?â
You never forced Cassian into a couples costume unless he asked. You liked to do your own thing and went all out with your costume
The year you got engaged Cassian was adamant about a couples costume so of course you hand made them and of course you two looked hot as fuck
You made sure Cassian was showing off an appropriate amount of skin and muscle and he let you do his makeup
