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Nessian next gen headcanons? 😊

Endless list😂

This starts from when the baby is in her mother's womb to adulthood.

Nesta and Cassian are going to have a daughter. Only child (for now). I like the idea that they want to focus on one because they want to spoil her and make her happy the way they weren't when growing up.

Their child will grow seeing how much daddy loves mommy, she will be surrounded by this love everyday and will grow even sick of seeing how they love eachother, especially how dad is a lovesick puppy and shows constantly love for mommy. She will grow looking for that kind of love.

The little lady has her mother eyes, which occasionally veer towards a delicate green.

Mommy Nesta will tell her to have standards for her future lover, and not to to be satisfied with bare minimum, that if her future partner won't show her love like dad shows her, he isn't worth of her heart.

Daddy Cassian will tell her that he will torture whoever hurts her, and will gladly do so. Cassian is that kind of overbearing dad.

Nessian family is full of love because for both mom and dad is important that their daughter doesn't experience what they did growing up.

Dark hair with light brown strands here and there. Long. Butt-long hair.

Nesta loves dancing at the beginning of her pregnancy, she wants her daughter to inherit her love for music and dancing.

Cassian is mama-bear level of carewith pregnant Nesta, he worries at the point that he asked the house to smooth all the sharp edges of all the furniture.

Cassian cares about Nesta's diet while she's pregnant. Only the best food for his daughter and his mate.

Cassian and Nesta often dances together because they want the baby to feel their strong and deep connection.

Nesta loves braiding her daughter's hair, she takes her time in the morning and considers that a sacred ritual, something that helps her bond with her daughter in a way her own mother never did with her.

Cassian carves the image of Nesta full of happiness and joy in his heart every time he sees this scene. His daughter smiling and laughing when Nesta is combing her hair. Nesta's face full of love.

Cassian too is obsessed with her hair at the point that some mornings he's braiding Nesta's while she is braiding their daughter's.

Before going to bed they kiss her and hug her tight.

Daddy Cassian is his daughter's favourite make-up model. No matter if you're Lord of Bloodshed, if your daughter tells you that you're princess. You. Are. A. Princess.

She uses her mother's make up to draw a cherry on Cassian's nose.

The House loves spoiling the baby even more than the parents.

Cassian drags Azriel to be a princess for his daughter too, and he loves making Nessian's daughter happy.

Nessian's daughter first word is a curse.

Nesta is the one introducing her to books (smut when she will be at least 16) her favourite genre is mystery.

Cassian and Nesta together read her before sleeping.

When she has a nightmare the House makes sure she feels protected and warm. And makes the walls soundproof when her parents gets freaky.

Gwyn sings to her a lot of nursery rhymes.

Cassian and Azriel will teach her how to fly.

She makes sped races with Nyx.

Auntie Feyre paints (with washable makeup for children) her face, she draws butterflies.

Her favourite toy is a small wooden sword that she took while Cassian and Nesta were busy in the training ring.

Nesta dresses her as a Valkyrie and brings her in Illyria.

Cassian teaches her Illyrian old traditions and folklore. Same does Nesta with human traditions. For both of them is important that the baby knows her past, her roots.

If any man tries to clip her wings, Nesta will destroy him and Cassian will gladly point his head on a stick alongside with his shredded wings. As a warning.

She has her mother's spirit and his father resilience.

For Cassian is important that the child knows that she's loved and he will provide her everything he didn't had in his childhood.

When Nesta is cuddling their daughter he almost cries because his mother never had the chance with him.

Nesta is the most lovable mother.

The baby's favourite food is the strawberry cake that Elain bakes.

She loves play pranks on uncle Rhys and aunt Amren. With Nyx's complicity.

Morrigan tells them all they need to know for the perfect prank.

@tsundoku-life part 2? I'm not over yet but this is already so long😂😂

#kind asks #nessian #cassian #nesta archeron #acosf #Nessian daughter

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cassiandefenseattorney · 2 months ago

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Mask & Bunny

[PART TWO]

stalker!Cassian x barmaid!reader

summary I see her. I want her. I'll show her that I'm he only one for her, the only one she'll ever need.

words 2.3k

warnings stalking, naked in bathtub, bad ex-boyfriend, (smut), nsfw, unhealthy relationship

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THE PREY

I let some more hot water stream into the tub until it's almost scolding my skin but I sink deeper into it until the bubbles cover me again. Steam evaporates and fogs the mirror and the window glass. I let the heat seep into my body but it doesn't reach the part of me that’s still unsettled.

Two days ago, I was shoved into a brick wall and a masked stranger touched me, made me come so hard my knees almost gave out. And that was only one hand.

I sigh as the knots in my stomach tighten at the memory. The sickening twist of shame coils inside of me. I should be horrified. I am horrified. Someone grabbed me, held me down and took control of my body like it belonged to him. And the worst part? I let him. When he had his hands between my legs I melted under his touch. I should have screamed, should have fought. But I didn't. My body betrayed me and responded to every calculated movement, to the roughness, the thrill. I remember the calluses of his big hands and how his broad body perfectly slipped against mine. He smelled like the cold smoke of cigarettes mixed with thick musk and a hint of amber. No matter how much I shower or soak in the tub, I have the smell right under my nose and I… I kind of enjoy that it lasts. It’s like a new friend that’s stuck to me and I don't want it gone.

What does that all say about me?

I close my eyes and dive under the surface to clear my thoughts. But it lingers.

On top of that I have the nagging feeling that someone is watching me. That he is watching me. At first I thought it was paranoia. Whenever I felt watched I turned my head but saw nothing but thin air. I was going crazy. But not only when I was at work or I walked home late at night after my shifts.

It’s here.

Right here in my apartment. I can feel it. It’s like a ghost, like some presence following me. Like a pair of eyes where there shouldn't be any. I should close the discolored curtains, deadlock my door, turn away from the windows and make myself disappear. But I don’t. I let them stay open.

It’s the right thing to do. I’m not allowing anyone to control me and live in fear anymore. I’m standing up for myself and won’t let it happen again. I’m a grown ass woman. I can handle shit myself, I’m independent. At least that’s what I tell myself as a defiance. But deep down, I know better. The truth is filthier than that.

Because part of me wants it.

Wants the rush, the adrenaline, the uncertainty. The idea that someone might be out there, watching, waiting. After everything I’ve been through with my ex it should make my skin crawl. It does... But at the same time, it sparks something inside me that I don't understand. Maybe I don't want to understand.

Probably, I should talk to a therapist about that. They could tell me why my mind is so fucked up and why my body reacts to danger like it’s something to be savoured. But the thought of explaining this to another person makes bile rise in my throat. How am I supposed to tell anyone and see their reaction when I admit that I liked it. The scrunch of their nose and how they would sit back, trying to bring as much space between the insane me and them would be unbearable. Not happening. Apart from this, I’m not allowed to say a word about what had happened. He forbade it. How sick is it that I’m following his command?

I should tell the police.

Scratch that. I can’t tell them. Somehow some psychopath laid his hands on me - I’m probably not the first and the fact that he still walks free makes it clear to me that he has intel or that he would threaten them or me if I told the sheriff. Hell, the masked man would go after everyone that I would tell about what happened. The day after I got to the authorities the masked man would send me their fingers or eyeballs as a gift and a warning not to do that again. I cannot bring innocent into this.

I could tell him that my ex is probably searching for me right now, but that would not hold him back from getting to me. But I’m afraid that my crazy ex would hurt the masked man. I don't want that either.

I push up from under the surface and take a deep breath. A shiver runs down my spine and I feel cold again. My foot rises to the handle of the faucet to add more hot water.

Something is wrong with me. I just don't know what. And the worst part is, I don't even know how to fix it.

THE HUNTER

She leans back in her bathtub and rests her head on the smooth surface. I have a good view of her from where I’m sitting right now. The roof of the house right beside hers.

I couldn't stay away any longer.

My life was boring before her. I got on missions and climb the ladder. I got back and would fuck the hell out of the first pussy on legs that would fit into my usual prey pattern. Then I would lose her number before the sun was up again. And they made it so easy. Too easy. That was my life, day in and day out. But the moment I saw her in that pub something changed inside of me. She’s my drug and I’m addicted. And I don't want to become sober.

I can still taste her on my fingers. The sounds she made and how her body reacted to mine haunted my dreams. After she ran away, I subtly followed her home. I watched where the light would flicker to life in the dark building. She threw her keys on the console table and pulled her shirt over her head, leaving it on the floor. I only saw her upper body from my perspective on the dark street but I knew she undressed piece after piece until she shut the door of the bathroom behind her, escaping my view.

When she was at work the next day, I came over to her apartment and picked the lock. It wasn't hard, I was in after a couple of seconds. Even though it made me uneasy… Anyone could break in and take advantage of her. But it favored me at that moment. I considered replacing it with a safer one (with a spare key for me of course).

I looked around. There wasn't much to see. A worn out sofa that once was beige, the cushions covered with a fluffy blanket to hide some stains. There was a low wooden coffee table with scratches and remains of sharpie all across the surface. The round dining table missed one chair. The kitchen had a hatch overlooking the living room, even though the paint looked dirty, it’s clean. She must have wiped over it when she moved in in order to make it as livable as possible.

But I came to a halt when I reached the bedroom. My heart skipped a beat at the sight before me.

A single dresser stood in the corner, the lowest drawer awry in its hinges. What really surprised me was the mattress. Lonely and on the bare floor but it was made neatly. The duvets had a pretty shade of lilac and the smell of her perfume lingered on the pillow.

Az told me that she came to Windhaven about two weeks ago, looking desperately for a job. She must have grabbed the few things she possessed and found this apartment as her escape. My chest ached as I took in her bed space and wondered what she was running from. Or who. I swallowed the urge to go through her underwear, because seeing her place like this made her seem even more vulnerable than I thought she was.

There wasn't much furniture to hide the cameras but I could make it work. I checked the app on my phone and made sure that every angle of her place was on view. Before I left I pressed her spare key into the mold - I knew a guy that could make me another one, so I didn't have to pick the lock every time I came in.

I watched her coming home on my phone but it wasn't enough. I needed to see her.

That brings me here. Sitting on the roof at one a.m. in the morning, watching my little bunny soaking in the bathtub. The window is foggy from the steam but the droplets that are running down the glass give me a good view over her. She’s there an hour already and two of the countless candles are burned down. Her nose is scrunched, she has that cute frown on her brows and her mouth opens and closes as she mumbles to herself before she sinks beneath the bubbles. She must be replaying what happened the other night, because she shakes her head from time to time and crosses and uncrosses her arms constantly.

It’s adorable and I’m hard as steel since the first time I saw her glorious tits float between the bubbles like buoys. Her skin looks silky and soft, she has her voluminous hair at the back of her head in a large golden clip. Some wet strands cling to her forehead and cheeks. I want to brush them out of her beautiful face.

Then she leans back and she pushes her hips towards the surface, exposing her mons while her hand drifts between her legs. My pulse pounds in my veins and I have to readjust my position. My pants feel too tight right now. Her hand rubs slow circles, her skin shines in the candlelight and she closes her eyes.

We’re going to do that together.

I unzip my jeans and pull my dick out, giving it a slow stroke to spread the first drop of precum all over it. My eyes stay focused on her, I’m sure she imagines that it’s my hand that does the work for her. I imagine my hand to be her plump lips as I move it up and down my cock at the same pace as she does. I groan lowly and her hand gets faster. She’s getting desperate. Her fingers aren't enough to make her come - she wants mine.

Her brows furrow and she removes her hand, letting her body sink beneath the surface again. Her chest falls as she lets out a deep sigh.

“Come on little bunny. Don't give up just now.” I breathe to myself and fist my cock, halting my motion. I need to come with her.

As if she heard me, she begins to rub herself again in slow circles. The muscles in her delicate underarm flex tardily. She looks down at herself and bites her lip as her other hand grips the edge of the bathtub, her knuckles white from her grip. The water ripples from the tempo and I grunt, because I can’t see her hand beneath the surface. She lets her head fall back and her mouth parts. I wish I could hear her moans. Her chest rises and falls and her breath becomes short. “That’s my good girl.” I praise her and stroke my cock again, it throbs as her hips finally break through the bubbles and I can see her hand between her thighs again.

I wish my mouth could replace her fingers. I would suck and bite her, just to lick and kiss it better until she would come for me. My eyes can't decide where to look. I want my tongue to move over her lips and her neck. I want my fingers to slider over her slippery breasts and around her middle. I want to feel her thighs shake around my waist as my cock pumps in and out of her. My dick jerks in my hand as I pick up the pace, once more matching hers.

She pushes her hips higher and bites her lip again while her eyes clench together. “Come with me.” I say under my breath. I can feel that she’s as close as I am right now. Her boobs wobble against her upper arm and her other hand comes to her hair, gripping it tight. My eyes stay on her and she jerks and whines. She’s coming. I can’t hold it anymore and come all over myself, spattering my cum all over the roof.

I exhale and fall back against the inclined roof while her trembling body sinks beneath the surface. I rub my hand against my jean clad thighs before zipping up my pants. She resurfaces and takes a deep, running her fingers over her smooth wet hair. Her cheeks are red and puffy as she catches her breath. She’s stunning.

Then she gets out of the bathtub, pulls the plug and gets out. She towels herself dry enough not to slip on the tiles and blows out one candle after the other with a content smile on her lips. I pull out my phone and watch her getting into bed. I’ll pay her a visit as soon as she’s asleep. I have great plans for her.

[PART ONE]

[PART THREE]

tags @ashblooddragons @coffeebooksrain18 @lilah-asteria

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