this once-human female who had conquered death, who now glowed as if she had devoured the moon.
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@meaercies really is the backbone of this community when you think about it.
once again at work like “they don’t know i’m figuring out how to reply to smut”.
@aemorall, continued from here.
it’s rarely nesta’s intention to sound judgemental; it simply laces it’s way into her words. the witch lifts an eyebrow at his response, but says no more about the blood stains. it isn’t the first time she’s seen him bloodied ( in fact, he’s definitely looked worse ) and she knows it won’t be the last. she focuses her silver gaze on his and simply tilts her head to one side, beckoning him to follow her into the house he already knows he has access to. he’s the first and only vampire to have received an invitation into her home. she can protect herself, but she isn’t interested in finding out if she’ll need to - nor is she interested in the tediousness of reinforcing protection spells after the fact. but she’s known damon for long enough to know that she’s just as valuable to him as he is to her. in any case, most of their deals are better off done in private.
“ i'd offer you a snack, but i’m guessing you’ve already had one? ” there’s a hint of mirth in her voice as she leads him into the lounge. if she lies to herself, decides that his meal was somebody who had it coming to him, it’s easy for her to find some amusement in the reality of what his survival means. nesta leans against the edge of an old dining table, littered with candles and an assortment of ingredients for spellwork, and sets her sights upon him once again. her features remain neutral as she watches, but there’s a slight rise and fall in her chest before she speaks. “ there have been whispers of a new vampire family in town. four females, three males – have you heard the same rumours? ”
𝑫𝑨𝑾𝑵 - 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑫 . ( words for those whose affections belong to the early mornings. some nsfw implications are present . )
❛ name one reason we should get out of this bed . ❜ ❛ i’m gonna go shower … you wanna join ? ❜ ❛ please … you don’t have to go . i don’t want you to go . ❜ ❛ i’ve never felt like this before . is that crazy ? ❜ ❛ what are your plans for the day , & how cancel-able are they ? ❜ ❛ grab me something to drink while you’re up ? ❜ ❛ how did you sleep ? ❜ ❛ no , nooo - come back to bed . ❜ ❛ wanna help me choose something to wear ? ❜ ❛ i wish the sun would just go back down . ❜ ❛ don’t pretend like you’re asleep . ❜ ❛ i think i can convince you to stay … ❜ ❛ i can feel your heart beating . ❜ ❛ shit , did someone just knock on the door ? ❜ ❛ would it be alright if i borrowed this ? i can’t find my shirt . ❜ ❛ it’s not morning yet . ❜ ❛ stop hogging all the blankets ! ❜ ❛ all these marks - i look like a crime scene . ❜ ❛ well , hello there . good morning . ❜ ❛ how about i heat up the leftovers in the fridge ? ❜ ❛ can you check what the weather’s like today ? ❜ ❛ just one more kiss - ❜ ❛ i think you had a nightmare … you seemed upset . ❜ ❛ i can’t find my [ clothing item ] - have you seen [ it / them ] ? ❜ ❛ i think i’ve fallen a little bit more in love with you . ❜ ❛ someone needs to get up & close the curtains . ❜ ❛ hold me & never let me go . ❜ ❛ is … that my shirt that you’re wearing ? ❜ ❛ it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today . ❜
i just know nesta is light sensitive as hell. that’s why she’s always glaring and squinting - she can’t see.
I should be allowed into every museum’s archives actually
something something, rhys couldn't protect his younger sister, something something, takes it out on nesta for not doing more to protect feyre.
”match my freak” match my melancholy. be nostalgic about a past you weren’t even that happy in. find something to be haunted about throughout every second of your day
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nesta’s gaze is once again fixed upon azriel’s features, every shift in his expression reverberates through her body. the intensity in his dark eyes is a feast for her own and she can see the exact moment when his resolve changes and knows he’ll heed her request.
as much as she needs him on her, inside her, she wishes she could pause for just a moment to drink in the sight of him with his wings flared. he doesn’t look entirely real to her ( entirely too good to be true ) but his hands on her legs, then her face, remind her that he is. anticipation rolls through her body like a wave crashing against the shore; the weight of it makes her tremble, but she keeps it from her gaze. at the feeling of his cock pressed against her entrance she swallows, but her hungry eyes remain on his, devouring his features. waiting, but not at all patient.
she isn’t as ready as she wanted to believe. azriel fills her to the point of aching, but it’s far from the worst thing she’s ever felt - it might just be the best when his hips move in tandem to the rhythm of her speeding pulse, just like she asked him to. better. the way he moves inside her draws a cry from her lips, but she wraps her legs around his waist in a bid to keep him close. her hands move to his sides to steady herself and to hold him closer still, and at his words she digs her nails into his flesh. once again she’s left speechless, for a few moments her only response is to trail her tongue across his adam's apple, to suck on the raised flesh and relish in the gravel of his voice.
“ watch me first, ” she breathes into the crook of his neck, a hand moving to rest at the other side as she nips at his jaw. “ you can fuck me however you like after. ” finally, her mouth finds his again and she captures his lower lip between her teeth, tasting herself. “ wherever you like. ” nesta is being vocal about what she wants but the truth is that he can take her any way he wishes; for as long as he wishes. too much time has passed since the last time she was touched, and she’s never been touched quite like this; without an ounce of fear. in the back of her mind she doesn’t doubt that this is for one night only, and she won't hesitate to make the most of the one night.
& THERE'S A HAZE that takes over his hazel eyes ; they go vacant and dark. blown pupils. a wicked, savage look for a warrior beast. her words are heard but almost ignored until she adds her final phrase. it's what snaps the rest of his resolve that he's been doing so well to keep leashed.
' i need you to fuck me to the beat of it ' rings in his ears and he's pulling his scarred fingers from her dripping core. azriel could feel her walls flutter around his digits just moments before, clinging to that feeling of fullness. she claimed she was ready but was she truly ready for what came next?
" you're ready when i say you are. " azriel speaks lowly, his voice as ominous as his shadows. something dark prowls under his skin and over his flesh, whispering to take the girl. go ahead, take her. that resolve is crushed, the pieces blowing away in the proverbial wind. azriel stands then, his wings flared and stance sure. predatory.
his scarred hands pull her thighs forward until she's falling off the edge of the wooden table with no where to go but to be seated upon him. almost. his cock rests against her glistening cunt and his hand then comes up to grip her face. he looks over her features as if looking for something ; possibly any hesitation or fear in her eyes... and there is none. he sees nothing but lust and determination.
in one swift move, he's pushing inside her tight core. azriel goes slow, yet possibly not slow enough. he doesn't want to hurt her but knows she is some other breed ; she's not illyrian but she cannot possibly only be a made - high fae. no, nesta archeron is some other sort of monster. like calls to like.
her heartbeat is in his ears and he begins to move, his hips in time with the pulse that beats inside her skin. " i'm torn.. i want to watch you come undone but i also want to turn you over and fuck you harder. "
⊹ — THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE ˎˊ
before nesta even knew her own name, she knew that she was a witch; one of many first born daughters in the archeron bloodline to be blessed with a myriad of powers. in each generation, the eldest daughter inherited the powers of all the ancestors who came before her. nesta's abilities were nurtured by her mother and grandmother; so much so that it seemed to many that she was favoured by them, but they were also the people who broke her spirit. because of their treatment of her she was unable to take any pride in her potential as a child – instead she kept her magic to herself, and became alienated from her sisters in the process. so much so that when her mother passed away, and her family lost their fortune, nesta couldn’t even muster up her connection to the occult in order to keep her sisters alive. it had fallen to feyre to hunt for them, to provide. one day when her youngest sister returned from the woods she sensed a change in her energy and had been able to instantly recognise that she had been turned into a vampire. a hatred of the undead was another thing that had been instilled in her as a child, and she barely slept for weeks after noticing the change in feyre – nor could she touch the endless amounts of food the new vampire had begun to bring home for the family. when she noticed the change in elain weeks later, nesta thought she may never recover. and she knew she couldn’t survive in the cottage a moment longer. she left a letter for her younger sisters, explaining that she knew their secret, and telling them her own. but they were unable to follow her; finally her powers had kicked in and she was able to shield herself… able to get far away from her home and afford to start a new life for herself.
over the years she has kept tabs on her sisters, and has kept herself young, too. at 300 years old she barely looks a day over 30, but trying to find a cure for vampirism is taking a toll on her internally. she spends her time doing spells and creating magic weapons for a price – a mixture of money and intel from clients with histories as interesting as hers. but she’s no further forward.
“ummm i just think that if nesta was my sister she wouldn’t be in my baby’s life!” the entire family would be dead without her, dumb dumb.
actually baffles me that people post their anti-nesta “thoughts” with her full name tagged.
actually baffles me that people post their anti-nesta “thoughts” with her full name tagged.
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i'm as platonically feral about you as nesta is every other kind of feral about her shadowsinger, so!
if i have like a tonne of memes from you would it be okay if i message you to see if there's any that you really want me to reply to?
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not sure if you've noticed but i am absolutely obsessed with you and everything you do! you are such a treasure and i'm so lucky that to have started talking to you <3
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ahh!! every morning when i wake up you are pretty much the only person on my dashboard and everything you post brings me so much joy!! thank you lovely <3
it’s always when you plan to call out sick and go in anyway that work ends up being the most annoying place in the world.
