#cassian x reader

The increase in fics I've seen where the writer is just like "well it's how I write so scroll if it bothers you"

Mornings With Him | mdni 18+

“Fuck, you’re so tight…”

Your whimpered moans met his strained voice in the soft morning air. Daylight filtered in through slightly parted curtains to create a tableau worthy of the Sistine Chapel.

His body covering your own smaller one, muscles rippling and flexing as he takes you from behind.

You hadn’t intended to start the morning this way, on the contrary you’d had something else in mind- not that you were complaining. How could you with his plush tip bullying that tender spot deep within your fluttering walls. As a matter of fact, words failed you all together once his fingers joined the symphony, stroking and petting your swollen clit in an attempt to soothe the ache.

“Shhh, baby. Shit, so good, baby…” His voice is strained, abdomen muscles taught with the effort not to finish before you… it’s just that you're so tight, and those sounds you make? He still marvels that you don’t understand what a turn on your mere presence is to him.

The bed frame squeaked under the weight of your movements, headboard gently lapping at the wall like calm tides by the seashore with every roll of his hips into yours.

Large hands slid down your arms, freeing your trembling hands to link with his own. Soft praises and half curses spilled from his lips as he trailed open mouthed kisses along the nape of your neck.

“So good for me, yeah?” A groan resounded from deep in his throat as he met his own blissed out gaze in the full length mirror you’d recently purchased. He hadn’t understood the need for such a ‘monstrosity’ as he’d put it, but now?

Now he wanted to panel the entire house in mirrors.

Something about watching your face - all scrunched and flushed- riled up something practically feral in him. His chest rumbled in that entirely masculine way, his knees dug deeper into the mattress, his teeth dug into the tender skin of your neck drawing a strangled mewl from your lips. His hips began to roll more urgently, driving himself as deep within your warmth as he could manage. You responded in kind, driving yourself back onto him, begging and whining sweetly.

His heart swelled and thundered, stuttering as your release toppled him past that glorious precipice and into a delicious purple haze. You lay tangled in the sheets, dappled by morning sunlight. His heart squeezed at the feel of your fingers playing at the muscle of his bicep.

He wasn’t sure if he’d ever have words to tell you all that you meant to him. It seemed incomprehensible. How exactly did you tell someone that before them you’d been in the deepest of hells? That before you there’d been only darkness and misery. That you’d sparked something within him that he’d thought long dead. He might not be a poet, but then again, you’d never asked for a poet.

sure. now, i sort of assumed with casual intimacy you mean like physical touch? sorry if i misinterpreted!

Cassian x shy!reader who is getting used to Cassian's touch [859 words]

CW: fem!reader, mates, Cassian's love language is physical touch, reader hates being perceived, rhys won't stop perceiving her, fluff

You try not to react outwardly when Cassian’s large hand lands on your knee, but you doubt that you do a very good job.

The touch itself isn’t particularly scandalous; his palm doesn’t stray anywhere impolite, yet it feels like a branding iron all the same. 

Cassian is simply a touchy guy. His job is physical in itself, requiring him to help warriors get into proper positions, sparring, stretching, the whole shebang. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you’ve seen the way he is with his family. 

The male constantly has an arm thrown around whoever finds themselves within grabbing reach. Flipping a lock of Mor’s hair up into her face, clapping Azriel on the shoulder, hip-checking Feyre out of his way, brushing his shoulder up against Rhysand’s like the two of them are conspiring (they probably are). 

So of course, it should come as no surprise that Cassian is equally as tactile with his mate. 

Yet, it manages to surprise you every time.