For @blogtealdeal, who loves Nessian wing sin and who has blessed this fandom with Moriel fanart I never
thought we would get to see. You are an absolute *blessing* Nicole.
Thank you for all of the amazing work that you do. I wish there was more
I could do to say thanks because that Moriel fanart killed my heart and brought it back to life again. <3
comes from the Adele song. It doesn’t totally fit lyrically for this
fic, but it’s all I listened to while I wrote it and I don’t really do
music while writing, so… yeah.
discovers in a fit of rage that Feyre isn’t the only one who can summon
Illyrian wings at will. After a particularly long day of flying leaves
her body aching, Cassian is there to sooth the pain in ways Nesta has never experienced before. Featuring Illyrian!Nesta and much wing sin. NSFW.
The first time Nesta discovers she has wings - she’s screaming at Cassian.
just a faint whine of annoyance. Not a simple shout over some shallow
disagreement. Not torn up words spat inches from his face.
But top of her lungs, blue in the face, going to kick his ass into the new year screaming.
argument was stupid, as usual. And when it’s over, she can’t even quite
remember what horrible thing it was about. The war had ended. Cassian
had fought what little he could. Nesta had left to do her part. Maybe
there were bitter words exchanged over still bleeding wounds. Maybe not.
Nesta knows is that one moment she is so absolutely enraged at the jab
Cassian let slip (that she knows he did not truly mean) and the next,
her back feels the way her lungs do drowning at the bottom of the ocean,
swimming up, up, up in a desperate search for air until finally that
bubble of water bursts, and the muscles of her back split open in agonizing pain and -
She has wings.
glorious membranous wings that stretch wide around her and seem to
absorb all that wasted energy she spent and threaten Cassian for her.
- whose jaw had promptly hit the floor at the sight of those wings as
they unfurled and cast red and gold shadows about the ground in the
Nesta had stood back smugly that day at the way Cassian
stared at her. She didn’t even fight him or pretend to stay angry when
he stepped close, slid his hands around her waist and up along her back
to the base of the wings as if to touch them, and she saw the sparkling
in his eyes like diamonds as he whispered, awestruck, in her ear, “Nesta.”
That had set her grinning ear to ear.
takes weeks for Nesta to figure out how to summon the wings at will.
Whatever magic the Cauldron gave her over them, it’s not easy to figure
out. And once she has mastered bringing the wings out at will, they’re
weak and untrained. The muscles are loose and imbalanced, unable to
support the size of her wingspan and Cauldron is her wingspan massive.
(Cassian eyes it for weeks trying not to compare.)
first, Cassian insists she refrain from flying. She has to do
stretching exercises to build up her strength, but Nesta grows restless
rather quickly. Another shouting match between them - You may literally die if you attempt to jump off that cliff Nesta Archeron - has her threatening to have Feyre train her, or Mother help him, Rhys. And so finally, Cassian relents.
And then… Nesta is flying. Soaring high into the sky over Velaris.
She can only handle a few minutes at a time, but fuck
if it doesn’t feel glorious. The world is stretched out below her and
she feels like she could control it all from where she swoops and
bellows above it. Every time she lands, every time the muscles scream
with pain and tiredness, she hates it and forces Cass to help her keep
training, keep going because damn it - she is going to master this.
only takes one time - that first time in the air and Nesta doesn’t know
how she can live again if the Cauldron hadn’t given her this gift.
Maybe this was the Cauldron’s way of making up for the other awful
things it did to her. She doesn’t quite mind.
stretch into longer episodes. An hour. Then a few. Until she can fly
just as long as Cassian. He wouldn’t be surprised if she could go longer
But it’s a struggle getting there. Her wings are so
large and her body has become one hell of a beast to support up in the
air. And all Nesta wants to do for months on end is fly. So naturally,
Cassian finds himself on the receiving end of many an endless, salty
landing with Nesta.
“Again,” she snaps at him.
“Nesta,” and it’s a warning.
Nesta swivels on her feet and those wings flex behind her, Nesta’s own brand of warning. “I said, again.”
crosses his arms with a wide berth at his legs and tosses one of those
taunting little smiles she both loathes and adores. “You didn’t say please.”
Nesta doesn’t back down. Not by a long shot. She doesn’t even stand
still. She takes two great strides bridging the distance between them
and leans right up into his face as far as she can on the tips of her
toes, her leathers groaning around her body as she reaches. “You didn’t
earn it, sweetheart,” she snarls. “I want to go again.”
knows she’ll kill him if he lets out the chuckle he has locked inside
his chest. So instead, he gently grips her shoulders and leans down
until their foreheads are almost touching.
And thank the Mother she doesn’t pull away from that touch.
he says. “You just flew for an hour straight. That’s farther than
you’ve ever come before and Cauldron, I’m proud. But you need to rest.
I’m not joking when I say you could kill yourself if you go too far.”
His hands slide slowly, sweetly from her shoulders to her neck until he
cups her face, but Nesta feels so tight - so tense in that hold. His
little spitfire in all that raging spirit always. It makes him feel
light as air. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t die, hmm?”
eyes soften for just a moment, her shoulders slumping. She dances up on
the tips of her toes again and Cassian thinks she might lean into him
finally, maybe even kiss him the way she sometimes does after she’s been
flying for the day and the wind has left her breathless and she takes
Cassian home to discover entirely new ways of feeling the rush flying
creates in them both…
But just when her lips graze his own, Nesta teases out, “I said again, Commander,” and Cassian curses, “So we go again.” And Nesta can tell by how close they’re standing that Cassian’s other Illyrian skills are kicking into overdrive.
takes a great breath, adjusting his stance and likely certain other
parts beneath his pants, but releases his hold on her. “Alright, Ness.
We go again.”
They do. And with the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, it is heaven.
Cassian insists they limit themselves to ten more minutes only.
Nessian HC's, please, can be NSFW thank you, love your blog!
MUWAHHAHHAHHA, this is all your fault anon!
-Nesta isn’t that loud in bed. No loud moaning, just heavy breathing and a few whines.
-Cassian is like normal in my mind, not overly loud, but definitely wont hold back his groans and growls
-Speaking of growls, when he growls in Nesta’s ear it SETS HER ON FIRE like she finishes right there becasue she finds it so hot.
-Cassian is definitely a boobs man (I mean did you read what he wanted to do to her breasts in Wings & Embers? 😏
-Cassian is King of whispering sweet nothings into Nesta’s ear.
-Cassian loves when Nesta pulls his hair
-Rhys calls Feyre ‘Darling’, Cassian calls Nesta, ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’
-I read this one post one time where someone said that Cassian would be so encouraging in bed and I REALLY LIKE IT! So lets roll with that. Nesta would be shaking, on the verge of sobbing, just a beautiful mess in his arms, she has already come twice and Cass is like, “Come one more time for me, Love. Can you do that? One more time Nes.” and Nesta does, and she takes him with her and they both are just utterly wreckeddd
-They both care so much about each other in bed and are just super affectionate. Cassian constantly praising her “Good Nes,” he’s breathless because she’s on her knees before him and her mouth is so perfect on him
-idk I feel like they are really soft but also kinda kinky and by kinky I mean the praising and encouraging and sweet nothings. like it definitely helps both of them get off.
-no daddy kinks (lets save those for Gavriel please) I don’t think Nesta would like it because of Tomas, but ya never know maybe down the road.
However!!! Nesta is a biter. Especially after the mate bond sets in, she loves biting Cassian’s neck
-On the topic of necks. Nesta is a slut for neck kisses. They are honestly the best for her. All Cassian has to do it brush his lips slightly against her neck and she MELTS in his hands.
-Cassian pays HUGE attention to Nesta’s thighs. They both love it. Him, because he gets to watch her back arch, and breasts rise and fall as her kisses the inside of her thighs and he bites a little bit, and Nesta loves it becasue 1. it feels amazing, 2. she likes the marks it leaves because when she sees them the next day it reminds her of what they did last night. 😉
-They can go fast and hard but also slow and soft, but no matter what they are doing they are always there for each other. Like if they go at it super hard and desperate, there are still heartbreakingly gentle kisses and touches thrown in to makes sure the other knows they are loved.
-Sometimes Cassian becomes Commander!Cassian and that’s like their only kink… ever. Okay maybe he also like to make her beg but that’s it! I promise!
Fluff now: (becasue I’m such trash for them I couldn’t resist)
-Cassian loves to cuddle. Cuddle all the time! He loves burying his nose into Nesta’s neck and breathing her in.
-They take turns being the big spoon and little spoon because Nesta loves to hold him just as much as he loves to hold her.
-PDA! those two are always together and they legit don’t even care who sees. Cassian always has and arm around her when they are just sitting on the couch. Nesta rests her head against his shoulder. Hand holding like all the time. People always feel like the third wheel becasue when they look at each other they are so lost and focused in their mates eyes.
-Silent conversations and smirks between the two of them
-Even though there’s not really any kinks, they love aftercare, like Nesta loves dragging Cassian into the bath with her after and washing his hair and washing his wings. Cassian loves the little things like massaging her back and shoulders, brushing/stroking her hair. They both love cuddling, and just idly stroking each other, and soft kisses, reading a book in bed and Nesta curling up against Cassian’s side.
-Nesta loves wearing Cassian’s clothes. Literally everything he owns. She wears his shirts and sweaters and sweatpants and loves it when she wears his underwear and shirts around their apartment in the house of wind. Cassian loves seeing her wrapped in his scent and gets so much male satisfaction for seeing her like that
-Imagine: Nesta is making breakfast (wearing one of Cassian’s shirts, no pants) and he comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her and kisses her neck and cheek before resting his head in the crook of her shoulder.
-When they wake up, Nesta laughs at Cassian’s bed hair and Cassian tells her that her hair is worse. Then they laugh and he kisses her softly, then again, then again.
-They like to stay in bed after they wake up because they’re so cozy and warm
-Cassian likes when Nesta just chills on their bed in her bra and underwear
-Nesta likes to help Cassian put his leathers on (even though he doesn’t need the help) she finds it simple and domestic but sexy and hot at the same time.
-Nesta just loves waking up in the morning and seeing Cassian beside her still sleeping deeply because he’s so adorable and handsome and his scent is all over her and their bed and that turns her on, and she just can’t believe that he is hers, that they’re mates
Hope you like this! I do (hhahaha) I love them so much and this got wayyy out of control but oh well
Middle Assyrian Chalcedony Cylinder Seal with a Lion-Dragon, 1300-1200 BC
This has the image of Ashur*, chief god of Assyria, on a winged solar disc facing a scorpion-tailed lion-dragon**. Above the lion-dragon is a recumbent crescent moon, a symbol of Sin, the moon god and alongside it is an eight-pointed star which represents the goddess Ishtar. Next are seven dots representing the Sebittu, seven benevolent gods whose power could be harnessed against evil by means of magic incantation. Astrologically these dots were identified with the Pleiades. There were temples dedicated to the Sebbitu at the Assyrian cities of Kalhu (Nimrud), Dur-Sharrukin (Khorsabad) and Nineveh.
*The god in the winged sun disc could also be Shamash, the sun god. Scholars are not all in agreement over which god is being represented within the winged sun disc in Assyrian art. Ashur is an indistinct deity with no clear iconography of his own. When he is represented in art his attributes tend to be borrowed from another god (in this case Shamash), which makes it difficult to definitively identify him.
**The lion-dragon is a beast which could be a reference to either the chief Assyrian god Ashur, the moon god Sin or the storm god Adad.
Also: imagine the first time Cassian touches Nestas wings, but she has no idea about the whole wing thing and is super embarrassed. Cassian thinks it's just hilarious and continuously touches her wings to rile her up lololol
Cassian, my darling pervert bat.(I went i bit off the road, anon)
The first time he touches her wings is slow and deliberate, from her talon to the point when it joints her back. Nesta openly moans and arches, like she wants to follow his hand with all her body, and he smirks. “Caught you off guard, didn’t i?” he says and she’s so surprised she can’t even speak.
Nesta’s mind is a little foggy and she can only feel the phantom of his touch “what was that?” she asks, her voice controlled as much as she can, trying to reign herself in. “Illyrian wings are very sensitive, sweetheart. Want to know how much?” Cassian’s voice is husky and low and he’s already imagining all the things he can do to her, how much he can make her feel good if she’ll let him, and it’s the fist stages of their relationship when she is discovering how exactly he can make her feel good.
She nods, her chin high and eyes staring at him, always unflinching and sure of herself, his Nesta.
So he steps closer until they’re chest to chest, which brings all kinds of thoughts to his head but he has a work to do tonight and they can play later. He chooses this position so he can look at her, drink in every moan and expression she makes.
He gently massages the part where her back joins her wings and she makes a little sound, a whimper deep in her throat and he knows she will not give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan now, but he’ll make her, he’ll make her moan loud enough they’ll hear her in the human realm.
He starts slowly so she won’t be overwhelmed and then moves his hands up always grazing the menbrane with the tip of his fingers and she trembles and whimpers so he presses a little harder and she arches her back, digging her fingers in his shirt, pulling him closer and it’s a good thing she’s sitting down.
“Something tells me you like this.” he teases while his fingers go under her talons, the touch rough and she moans again, loudly and open this time and buries her face in his chest. He represses the urge of taking her face in his hands, to look at her, to move her hair from her face.
He bites his lower lip, trying to keep focus while she makes all those sound that go straight to his cock and his hands move faster and rougher, touching exactly where she needs it until she is closing her thighs firmly and moving on the chair to ease a new ache that he will be more then glad to think about later.
For now, he touches and touches until she’s whimpering and shaking, a chorus of “Ah” leaving her lips until she shatters, his name on her lips muffled on his chest.
Omg guys!! Finally im back to posting art more regularly. I finished this super busy and hectic semester atlast and now I have lots of time for art. Holy shiiiiit!! This blog has 950 followers thats insane! Thank you everyone likes and reblogs my art. You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that people enjoy my art. I say this alot but I really do mean it.
This is a sketch of Feyre and Rhysand cause I wanted to sin on my first post since October 😆😏! I might paint this in guoache and watercolors. Enjoy!
If there's a monarchy and a civilization amongst these angels and devils does that mean that there are memes too? Like, "Damn Daniella, back at it again with the white wings," "if it weren't for the laws of this dimension I would have slain you," wing bae, where an angel fends off a demon from her man with one of her wings, "here come dat Sin oh shit waddup"