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Forbidden Fruit

pairing: cassian x rhysand’s sister!reader

warnings: sneaking around, suggestive language, swearing, possible sexual content either way minors DNI, mutual pining, a simping Cass and a meddling Az

summary: The General Commander of the Night Court finds himself falling for the High Lords precious little sister.

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Cassian knew better.

He was smarter than this—had better self-control and discipline than hundreds of thousands of men combined but all of that crumbles to ash the second you come prancing past in those tight pants. The same ones that sat low on your hips paired with the skin tight sleeveless top that showed off the wink of your navel and the dangling piercing that resided there. “Your brother know about that?”

“Oh, Commander,” His jaw clenched at the title, the sing-song lilt of your voice and the bedroom eyes that raked down the giant length of his form. Never in his life had he ever felt so anxious under a woman’s gaze and he fights the urge to shift his weight from foot to foot. “You’d be positively baffled by the things my brother doesn’t know about.”

It was a taunt; perfectly manicured nails plucking at a string that was already seconds away from snapping. Even then, Cassian can’t seem to help himself and like a small animal with little sense of self-preservation—he’s caught in your trap. “Like what?” He clears his throat, the words coming out too soft, too desperate and yet he can’t find it in him to be embarrassed when you’re looking at him like that.

Dark lashes frame pretty eyes that trail down the length of his body, a feline smile on full lips. “I really wish I could say, General,” Never had his body reacted to his title in such a way; skin burning like a flame when it came from you, dark hair hanging over your shoulders and he wills his knees not to buckle when you stalk closer. A manicured finger just barely grazes the length of his bicep and he’s already fighting the growing erection beneath his breeches. “But, I just can’t be sure you’ll keep your mouth shut.”

“I won’t say anything.”

You raise a brow, head quirking to the side and you’re unabashedly aware of the fact that this wing of the house was utterly bare save for you and Cass. “I’m throwing a little party tomorrow,” His surprise is evident; as witty and seductive as you may be, it was common knowledge how responsible you were. The pressures of perfection always weighed heavier on a woman and you handled it well. “Come if you’d like but only you.”

“Where?”

There’s a mischievous glint in your eye, fingers toying with the hilt of the sword hung at his hip. “Can’t say—you’ll just have to find me.”

He’s stuck in place when you saunter off, hips swishing from side to side until you disappeared behind closed doors at the end of the hall. Cassian huffed out a shaky breath, a hand raking through slightly overgrown strands as he willed his heart to return to its normal rhythm but he was already a goner. Mind utterly consumed in all things you from the shimmering pin tucked in your hair or the shiny sheen glossing over pouty lips.

For twenty-four hours he’d obsessed over the smell of your soap until his focus was shifted to the breathy little grunts you offer when sparring in the ring the following morning. “You’re getting sloppy.”

“Because,” You huff, breathing labored, sweat dripping down your back and you’d long since tied your hair in a knot at the top of your head. “I’m tired and can’t stop thinking about food.” You get in a few good jabs but the exhaustion sets in much quicker for you than it did the Illyrian soldier.

The idea that sets into his mind is disgraceful; pupils dilating at the very thought and he nearly moans out loud when you bend over to grab your canteen. Stretchy shorts hug tight around the curve of your ass and Cass is already diving head first into filthy fantasies of you bent over just like that with his face shoved between your thighs. It feels so real his mouth actually waters, throat bobbing with a gulp and his hands clench into tight fists.

It's wrong.

He couldn't—shouldn't—be thinking such thoughts but it's like you're doing it on purpose. Body elongated and spine dipping when tugging off the sweat-soaked training top. Only left in a sports bra and the holsters that wrap along your wrist and forearm, holding two swords so sharp you could probably slice his head from his shoulders with the right amount of intent. Yet, for some reason it doesn't deter him; the lethality of you that was always kept contained like some secret weapon just waiting for their moment.

The shirt hits the floor with a wet shlop and before Cassian can form words, Azriel is brushing past him with a knowing glance. "We'll feed you after you fight me," Cassian hates the way his nose scrunches in jealousy, lip twitching to curve into a snarl at the easy banter that arises between the two of you. Azriel stalks you like prey, sharp eyes raking up the length of skin you have bared—even if he does do it significantly more subtle than Cass.

You offer a breathy laugh, throat moving over the large gulps of water before falling into stance. Its casual, body loose from the thorough warm-up and Cass feels his blood rush at the mischievous smirk growing in the corner of your mouth, eyes darting to the shadows beginning to circle you. "Shouldn't take too long," Confidence dripped off your tongue like hot honey. "If you play fair, that is."

Az slowly tilts his head to the side, acutely aware of the rage radiating off his brother from the edge of the ring. It doesn't deter him in the slightest, shoulders rolling and wings tucking in preparation as a breeze shifted through his hair. "What's the fun in that?"

It's annoyingly fluid and Cassian just can't quell the frustration; lips scowled in a sneer the closer you and Azriel got. It should've been him with his hands touching your skin; should be him making you grunt and snap out snarky remarks whenever you'd lost the upper hand. The General's jaw clenches, teeth gritting when Az slams you down on the mat, holding down your arms as you struggle beneath such weight. "That's fine," Azriel jokes, sun beating down on golden skin, shining across amber irises and the brilliance is nearly overwhelming—nearly. "I like 'em squirmy."

It happens so fast that even the shadows don't have time to react when a whip of endless darkness wraps around the spymasters neck and snatches him back. The element of surprise works in your favor, offering enough time to get back on your feet and gain some distance despite the fact that he recovers unnervingly quick, gaze darkening under the challenge. "What? I thought we were having fun, Azzy?" A innocent little pout completely contridicts the growing throb of power that hums off your frame. "Playing around."

The sharp sting of metal unsheathing and the blades attached to your forearms are unfastened, the hilt twisting with practiced ease as you adjusted your grip.

You play the clueless female well—too well.

Maybe that’s why Azriel underestimates the true extent of your focus; too trained on the rapid rising and falling of your chest, the way your left leg trembles slightly with exhaustion and he’s completely blindsided by the way you adjust your magic to him. The deep abyss of darkness that usually comes when calling your power shifts, the shade adapting to that of Azriel’s shadows until there was no way to tell where he started and you ended.

You take the opening, mentally patting yourself on the back for the look of genuine shock that smears its way across Azriel’s face and he’s on the ground in seconds. Your knees dig into the juncture of flesh in his biceps, applying pressure to vital nerves as you hover over his chest. “Alright, alright,” He taps at the mat twice, sweat lacing his brow and fingers going numb. “You win.”

With a deep exhale, you flop to the side and sprawl flat out on the mat, limbs boneless as your head lazily turns to face a brooding Cassian. “Feed me. The Heiress of your Court demands it.” Maybe it was the linger aftershocks of jealousy that leads Cass to saunter over and hoist you over his shoulder. It’s effortless and the surprised yelp that strangled free is slightly more embarrassing that being manhandled. “Cassian,” You grunt, bunching your hands in the durable material of his leathers to brace yourself. “Put me down, right now!”

His amusement rumbles against your belly, one large hand splayed high on the back of your thigh. “I’m only doing as my Heiress asks.”

A flush warms your cheeks, no longer able to blame it on the sun when the cool air of the house shifts over your skin. “Seriously, put me down. You stink.”

“You don’t smell much better but I was practicing self-control and keeping it an inside thought.”

Your hand smacks on his back in retaliation, huffy swears echoing throughout the halls but Cassian continues as if you hadn’t done anything at all. Instead, he plops you into a seat at the dining table and instantly the house predicts your needs, providing a spread of food that has your mouth watering and stomach growling.

Before you can even reach for a plate, Cassian’s already washed his hands and come back to pile a plate full of your favorites, swiftly avoiding foods you didn’t enjoy as much as if it were second nature. A brow quirks playfully, form sinking into your seat comfortably. “You gonna help me shower too?”

“Only if my Heiress demands it.” His lips shift into a smirk so sinful you shift in place, fingers just barely recovering from losing your grip on your silverware.

A scoff hides your inability to form words, fork scraping against the fine china as you fill your mouth with much needed sustenance. Immediately, your shitty mood dissipates, hips wiggling in complete bliss while you indulge in garlicy breadsticks dipped in creamy pasta sauce.

“You’ve been training your powers.” Cassian mentions more so to distract himself from the little moans you let you with each bite. “I’ve never seen you manipulate them like that. Blending into Az’s shadows?”

“A girls gotta do something to fill her time.”

Golden eyes narrow in your direction, scanning the curve of your cheeks and slope of your nose. He lingers entirely too long on your mouth, pasta sauce gathering in the corner and his fingers twitch to reach over and wipe it off. “What else are you hiding under your sleeve?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” Something about the way you look at him has Cassian’s skin going hot, the pale violet of your iris turning into nothing but a thin ring as your pupils eat up the free space. “And, I’d hate to have to get rid of my favorite boy.”

“I’m your favorite?”

You’re outright teasing; taunting the brick wall of a man with nothing more than polished silver and the insinuating drag of your tongue against your fork. “You think I give invitations to secret parties to any ol’ body? Please, I have better taste than that.”

It’s instinctual. Driven by nothing more than pure Illyrian pride, his chest subconsciously puffing up with pride under the kiss of your compliment. He’s not brave enough to elaborate on it—too afraid to jumble his words and make a godsdamned fool of himself. “Where is this party anyway?”

Silverware clangs against fine china, a signal that you’ve finished your meal and the house is quick when cleaning up for you, fondly topping up your wine and providing fresh linen to dab around your mouth.

You don’t take it.

Instead, you offer up a crimson red ribbon just barely long enough to fully wrap around Cassian’s wrist. It’s smooth like silk in his grasp, the material coated in your scent and it takes every scrap of decency he has left not to shove it up against his nose. “Follow those. Once you’ve collected the last one, you’ll find me.”

“And then what?”

A sultry smirk curves at your mouth as you rise from your chair. “Then, you can have me.” His mouth goes dry, fists closing over the strip of fabric clutched between his fingers. “Have fun hunting, General.”

Sunnydrop Pop

My D&D discord was talking about character pops. We’re tempted to get tattoos of them. I’ve been debating between mothman or Spider-Man lol

Still trying to decide if Sunny would be Lemon flavored or Banana…

Happy to receive advice or constructive criticism 🥚❤️ - Eggy

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mistress-daddy-nyx

10 months ago

i love having a bad memory cause i’m rereading my fic just to make sure things flow correctly and I’m just like wow…I kinda ate this shit up 😭

⭐️for those interested, you can read the fic here ⭐️

(it’s a Nyx x Tamlin’s daughter story, with themes of disrupt in the NC. I plan on exploring it more in future chapters)

I Love Having A Bad Memory Cause I’m Rereading My Fic Just To Make Sure Things Flow Correctly And I’m

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mistress-daddy-nyx

1 year ago

omg could you also please do masterlists and dividers for the new 'hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes' movie that just came out?? 💕

Oooh yes! I haven't been able to see it yet, but I put these together based off what I know and the vibes from the trailer. I hope you like them!! (Did you like the movie??)💖

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

Please consider liking or reblogging if you use 💕

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mistress-daddy-nyx

2 years ago

"Please, please!" The sub cries out as tears run down the side of his face. The pure ecstasy he is feeling is overwhelming and he's on the edge.

"Please what, my little puppet?" Quinn asks as they delicately toy with their sub, taking their time to admire the shivering and whimpers.

"Need to cum." the sub whined out as he inhaled a sharp breath, "Please master." Locking eyes with Quinn was a bad move on his part. One of the rules during intense sessions unless told other wise. A special punishment when he doesn't do as he is told to do when it comes to his health.

Clicking their tongue, Quinn chuckles; "You really think begging me then breaking a rule will get me to make you cum?" Shaking their head they smile wickedly, "Maybe I should give you just that, but drain you dry." Their statement made the sub quiver and whine out.

"M-Master, please, I'm too-" The sub began to talk but was cut off by Quinn giving them a sharp but gentle smack on his cheek.

"No more talking, puppet. I'm going to drain you so well that you'll be begging me to do it again." Quinn smirked as a glint of mischief and pride show in their eyes.

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original character roleplay dom/sub brat tamer rulebreaker

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mistress-daddy-nyx

2 years ago

Sighhh~

Being into all these men, women and animatronics is difficult. My expectations are so high that I believe them to be unrealistic at this point.

Some tags I couldn't add;

◇ Brie's submission book characters:

Thane Davis, Anton Durov, Brad Anderson, Marquis Gray, Ren Nosaka.

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katsuki bakugou taishiro toyomitsu bucky barnes itachi uchiha kakashi hatake dean winchester eddie munson tony stark steve harrington aizawa shota alec lightwood eijiro kirishima natasha romanoff wanda maximoff thor odinson simon lewis magnus bane sam winchester robin buckley rosalie hale fnaf sun and moon spn gabriel izzy lightwood loki layfeson emmett cullen Steven Rogers venom and eddie

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mistress-daddy-nyx

3 weeks ago

LOVEDEEP . . . ! ☆

summary: p-links for caleb, all links in the star (★.) lead to twitter. as of the time I'm posting this, all the links work so I'm sorry if they videos get taken down or deleted in the future!

cws: pipsqueak usage, pet names, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, overstim, rough sex, dirty talk, morning sex, dry humping, panty kink, sneaking around, squirting

a/n: ive always wanted to post p-links but i never did because i thought elon musk was gonna run twitter into the ground and it would be a lot of pointless work. he IS running it into the ground, just very slowly so i feel like i have time :) I'll definitely do this type of post more often because it was actually fun putting it together and i have a ton of videos that would actually suit all the lads men~

taglist: @@m00nchildwrites, @venussakura, @valleydoli @hys-hyangshine, @i-messed-up-big-time, @yourlocalcatscammer, @sayoko-ou, @umamaki @local-twat @bimbohkitty taglist application

disclaimer: you must be logged into your twitter account to see the content! none of this content is mine or involves me. if you are the owner and would like me to remove your content, just dm! there is sexually explicit content below so mdni!

(★.) caleb's first day back from training went exactly how he'd fantasized since the moment he kissed you goodbye and boarded that DAA shuttle. he'd stroked his cock to the memory of your mouth more nights than he could count, but nothing—fucking nothing—compared to the way you sound now, moaning his name like it's the only word anyone's ever taught you. "fuck, baby girl." he sobs, fingers digging into your hips as he drives into you from behind. "say my name like that again." he demands. "and tell me how much you missed me, please..." even the way you're drooling on the pillow beneath you, you manage to croak the words out. "caleb, missed you so bad. though about you every day. fuck meee, pleaseee~!"

your thighs shake from the mean thrusts and how deep he's hitting, from the way he leans over you and spits his praises like it's dirt in his mouth. "feel that?" you can feel it. the way that he throbs inside of you. he groans when his hips stutter. "had to pretend my hand was a replacement for this tight fucking cunt for months. now look at you, pussy's slobbering all over me. my perfect fucking girl." and your name tears from his throat when you clench around him again, cumming brainlessly. but he doesn't stop. caleb doesn't want to stop. he wants to hear you sing his name like gospel and fuck you until your bedframe is destroyed and reduced down to nothing but kindling for the fireplace. and it goes exactly like he imagined every night he was kept away from you.

(★.) early mornings with caleb never went the same way. most of the time, he needed to be in control, hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you'd float away but today; it was slower. he was slower and gentler when he could hear your whines erupting from the base of your neck as you rode him at your own pace. your thighs straddle his, lazy sunlight warming your skin while air particles danced across your hazy eyes, vision too blissed out to even focus on him properly. he watches you like he's dreaming. he moans like he's trying not to be louder than you, so he doesn't miss each sound you make.

(★.) "i can wait," he speaks into the back of your neck with his shallow breath and he sounds so beyond wrecked for you as he pulls you back just enough to so that you can feel how badly he wants you. "i can... wait... for you." he says these words as if he's trying to convince himself. the fabric between your bodies burns. it's thin enough, soaked, and so fucking frustrating. and still, he doesn't move any more than he's allowed himself. it's just enough to sate the both of you without crossing the line.

(★.) caleb doesn't even have the patience to take them off. he can't. not when they're this cute. "fuck, they're so soft." he whimpers as he rubs his leaking tip against the gingham print of your panties. "these might be my new favorites, honey." your panties are soaked through (all his fault) and when he finally cums, the splash is audible. it's all over your skin. all of over your thighs, your lips, the cotton. caleb gasps like it hurts. and when he's done, he presses his forehead against yours and whispers the softest, most woeful, thank you. as if you just saved his life.

(★.) he's not supposed to be here. not in your room this late at night, not in your bed, definitely not inside of you like this, fucking you so hard that your small bedframe (that he already barely fits in) rattles under the weight of your joined bodies. "gotta be quieter, pipsqueak," he mumbles through grit teeth. "you don't want granny to he… hear us, do you?" caleb smiles down at you when he flips you onto your back and cups your face. he eases back inside of your silky heat. "fuck!" you moan, again just a little too loudly. and he lets you this time because, fuck, granny's hearing has been getting weaker anyway and you just sound so sweet when you let caleb make you feel good like this, pussy sucking him in like you need him more than you need air.

(★.) caleb moves inside you like he's afraid that the pleasure he's giving you will break you, like the loss of the soft rhythm he's set between your thighs is too much. but his thrusts are shallow, slow, so purposeful that it hurts you both. but what gets you most is his hand. his fucking hand and his fingers rubbing that soft spot nestled right between your legs. he starts working soft circles, never stuttering his movement, never rushing either. "that's it, baby," he murmurs, lips brushing your temple as he makes you moan louder than you ever have in your life. "give. me. all. of. it." caleb doesn't chase his own high. not yet. he can wait until you've soaked through his bedsheets. your back arching, cunt tightening as he touches you just right. exactly the way you like it and the way that he's trained you to like it.

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mistress-daddy-nyx

4 months ago

The way I CACKLED at this had my dog looking at me like I was crazy. 😂😂😂😂

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love and deepspace lads caleb

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mistress-daddy-nyx

1 year ago

Good evening!

I’m trying to find the original creators of the artwork listed!

I was going to use it for my instagram (more specifically the ‘banned’ sundrop picture to hopefully deter minors) and I didn’t want to use it or repost it out of disrespect unless it was to find the original creator.

I want to give credit where credit is due! A friend of mine sent them to me and I don’t wish to reuse someone else’s artwork unless I’m given permission.