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autumnshighlady · 2 years

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Guys My Age

Gavriel x f!reader

summary: You’re Lorcan and Elide’s daughter, as well as Aedion’s best friend. Your family is staying with Gavriel and Aedion for the weekend, but you’re too sore from sparring with Aedion to go out for dinner. Gavriel volunteers to stay home with you and help you out….

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (f receiving), age gap, best friend’s dad, dad’s best friend, corruption kink, size kink, fingering, a bit of fluff because I cannot help myself

word count: 8.5k

requests:

“what about losing your virginity to Gavriel? I feel like Gavriel would be great because he is older” -🌻

“hello! Would you be open to doing dbsf!Gavriel or bsfd!Gavriel?”

“hey! would you mind writing about bsfd!gavriel? corruption kink make me 😳“

“will you write losing your virginity to Gavriel please?”

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***this is the most requested fic I’ve gotten, I’m so sorry it took so long but it’s finally here! I combined a couple Gavriel requests into one big fic of pure filth, enjoy and please please please let me know what you think! also this is barely proofread because I’m too excited to post it so ignore any mistakes lol -Amara

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Groaning, you reach your arm to rub the back of your shoulder. The muscles shot with pain, and you hissed.

“I’m so sorry.” Aedion apologised for the millionth time that evening.

“It’s fine,” You sighed, gently rubbing the muscle. “It was an accident.”

“Are you sure you’re ok alone?” Your best friend said.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. A few hours ago you had been sparring with Aedion by the lake, falling into your usual routine. However, you caught a glimpse of Gavriel, your best friend’s father, emerging from the lake shirtless. You couldn’t help yourself – that muscled, tattooed body distracted you and as a result, you did not see Aedion’s elbow headed in your direction. You were thrown sideways, colliding with a rock and wrenching the muscles in your back and shoulder.

Hence the soreness. Aedion had apologised countless times, especially after seeing your father Lorcan’s enraged face. For a solid moment you had thought he would rip Aedion’s arms from his body, but your mother Elide quickly calmed him down. Her gentle presence eased the tension, and was apparently enough to convince Lorcan not to kill your best friend.

However, it did put a wrench in tonight's plans. The five of you were supposed to head into the nearby town for dinner and meet up with other members of Aelin’s court, but you did not feel up to it anymore with the ache in your shoulder.

“I’ll be fine.” You snapped, growing tired of everyone’s fussing. “It’s just a sore muscle, I’ll live, Aedion.”

“I should stay with you,” Lorcan said as he entered the room, no doubt having eavesdropped on the conversation. “The rest of you can go out, I’ll stay here.”

“Dad, it’s ok I swear,” You protested angrily. “I’m not a child. Besides, you and mom love going to that restaurant. So go.”

“No.” Your father shot back, glaring at Aedion once again, who had the good sense to shrink from his gaze.

Before you could snap back, a gentler voice spoke up.

“I’ll stay home with her.” Gavriel spoke up.

You turned to look at him, trying not to blush. You hated yourself for crushing on a man who was not only your best friend’s dad, but your father’s best friend. But you couldn’t help it, the man was gorgeous – that blonde hair framed his sharp face perfectly, and those tawny eyes captivated you, sending shivers down your spine every time his gaze landed on you. Sometimes you got a glimpse of the tattoos around his neck and on his chest, and imagined what it would be like to have that towering figure leaning over you, large hands roaming your body and exploring every inch of you.

Sometimes you found yourself staring at him from a distance, doing your best to be subtle. Occasionally Gavriel met your gaze, smirking slightly before moving on. Thankfully, Aedion and Lorcan remained oblivious to your desires – desires which have now landed you in an interesting predicament.

“I’m 20,” You said, trying your luck one more time. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“It’s not babysitting,” Gavriel countered, leaning against the countertop. “I’m aware you’re not a child. But I have some chores to do here anyways, and you may have hit your head during the fall. I can be here just in case.”

This seemed to satisfy your father. “Fine.” Lorcan grunted.

You were torn between delight and dread – on the one hand, the thought of being alone with Gavriel excited you. The older male was the primary focus of your fantasies that had you waking up hot and bothered in the morning, to the point where your mother thought you were sick. But on the other hand, being alone with your best friend’s gorgeous father…

“Fine.” You sighed, rubbing your shoulder again. “Have fun on your night out.”

Lorcan and Elide kissed you goodbye, Lorcan silently promising death to Gavriel should anything happen to you. Aedion apologised once again, which earned him a punch in the arm with your good shoulder. A deserved one, Aedion said. Within 15 minutes they were out the door, leaving you alone with Gavriel.

You sat silently for a minute, lazily rubbing your shoulder. Gavriel grabbed a glass from the cupboard and began filling it with water. “Would you like some water?” He asked.

“Sure, thanks.” You murmured, only letting your eyes meet his for a second. He was wearing a simple, loose v-neck white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You allowed yourself to gaze a second longer, mouth watering at the tattoos visible beneath the fabric.

Gavriel smiled, filling up a glass and striding over to where you were seated on the couch. Standing in front of you, he handed you the glass. For a second, his fingers lingered, brushing ever so slightly against yours. You blushed slightly, all of the visions of where those fingers had been in your dreams flashing through your mind.

Shut up, this is your best friend’s father and your father’s best friend, you should not be thinking about him like this. You scolded yourself.

“That rock got you pretty good,” Gavriel said, taking a seat beside you. “May I take another look?”

“Uh, sure.” You said, cheeks burning at having him so close in proximity. Gavriel had healed the vicious scrape that was made across your back, but the muscles were still sore as predicted.

You were wearing a wide-necked loose shirt, luckily allowing you to slip one of the sleeves down the shoulder without having to take it off entirely. Turning to face the other way, you let the left sleeve of your shirt fall down to just above your elbow, exposing the sore area.

A gentle hand placed itself on your skin, and your body tingled. You hated yourself for reacting this way to a simple touch, but couldn’t help it – Gavriel’s hand set your nerves aflame, the roughness of it contrasting with his soft touches. His other hand placed itself on your opposite shoulder, making you even more squirmy.

You hissed in pain as he pushed down slightly near your shoulder blade.

“Sorry,” Gavriel’s voice was apologetic. “My healing magic can not do much for sore muscles, but I have an ointment in my room that can help. Would you like that?”

“Yes please.” You said quietly, desperate for the ache in your shoulder to just fuck off.

The older male smiled, pulling your shirt back to its original position and standing up. “Come along,” He said. “Can’t have my son put you in pain now, can we?”

“I punched him back, we’re even.” You clipped, and Gavriel laughed as you headed to the end of the hallway.

“Yes, I imagine that does square you up.” He chuckled.

Twisting the knob, Gavriel opened the door to his room and you stepped in carefully. You had never been in Gavriel’s room, not allowing yourself to see something that some would consider intimate. It was a nice room though, an extremely large bed in the centre with a white rug and comfortable fireplace. Bookshelves adorned one wall, and a pile of weapons much like your father’s was stashed in the other corner.

“Cosy.” You said, taking in the surroundings, noting the candles everywhere.

Gavriel began grabbing something from the drawer. “Yes, I quite like this place.” He said, pulling out a silver tin. “Ah, here it is.”

You stared at him for a second, those tawny eyes made brighter with the glow of the fire. “I can’t exactly reach the sore parts…” You admitted sheepishly, praying Gavriel didn’t notice your flushed cheeks.

“No worries,” Gavriel said, twisting open the lid. “It’ll be easier if I apply it anyway. It would be best if you removed your shirt and laid face down on the bed. This stuff stains and I would hate to get it on your clothing. But if you are uncomfortable with that we can work around it and I will do my best to be careful”

Your mouth went dry. Taking off your shirt for your best friend’s father and father’s best friend? Part of you knew it would be a bad idea, but the other part of you saw this as a subtle opportunity. What was the harm in letting the older male you were crushing on massage your back?

“It’s ok,” You breathed shakily. “I’m fine with it.”

Something flashed in Gavriel’s eyes, but you couldn’t tell what. “Alright, I will turn around. Let me know when you’re ready.”

True to his word, Gavriel turned around. You removed your shirt, grunting at the painful movement in your shoulder before discarding it on the floor. Carefully, you laid yourself facedown on the bed, and the soft sheets felt heavenly.

“Ready.” You mumbled.

A few seconds later you felt the bed shift to your left. Gavriel had kneeled beside you, allowing himself better access to your exposed back. “Tell me if it hurts too much, or if you’d like me to stop.” He said.

You nodded, biting your lip. You tried not to let your excitement show at the anticipation of the older male’s hands on your body. Countless nights had been spent imagining yourself in a scenario like this, laying on Gavriel's bed deprived of your clothes…

You knew you were going straight to hell for this. You could smell Gavriel’s scent so close to you, and were grateful you were facedown in the pillow.

Finally, those large hands found your skin, spreading the warm ointment along your shoulder blade. You bit your lip, and it took everything in you not to moan at his touch. You were so small compared to Gavriel, so delicate underneath his battle-scarred hands. He gently massaged the ointment into your back and shoulder, its healing properties already relaxing your muscles.

“Is this okay?” Gavriel muttered, gently brushing some stray hairs out of the way.

“Yes,” Your voice was little more than a breath. “It’s perfect.”

You could have sworn he smirked, his strokes becoming deeper as he worked on the knotted muscles in your back. Relief and something more intense began to wash over you as he moved up to the top of your shoulder, fingers curling around towards your collarbone as they roamed your skin. Heat built at your core and you tried to think of anything else, anything to distract you from the fact your best friend’s father had his fingertips just above your collarbone while you laid down shirtless on his bed.

He’s just trying to be helpful, You chided yourself. He feels bad that his son injured you, he’s just being friendly.

Yet you could not help the sinful thoughts that crept into your mind as Gavriel’s tattooed hands moved down your upper back, caressing gentle strokes into the muscles. The room was warm, adding to the heat your body was already radiating at his touch. Never before had a male touched you, much to your embarrassment. You were so inexperienced compared to the much older male whose fingers ever so slightly grazed your ribcage–

Before you could stop yourself, you moaned as his thumb dug into a spot below your shoulder blade, releasing a knot of tension as his fingertips skimmed your side just inches from your breast.

Fuck.

Embarrassment washed over you and your cheeks went red with shame. You had just moaned as your father’s best friend’s touch.

“I’m so sorry.” You stammered, squeezing your eyes shut against the pillow.

“It’s alright, little one,” Gavriel said softly, his fingers making another gentle sweep up your sensitive sides. “It’s perfectly natural for your body to react to something that feels good.”

You blushed even harder at the nickname, clenching your thighs together slightly and praying he didn’t notice. Your arousal was quickly heightening, those fingers touching such sensitive areas along your back and sides…

“Besides,” Gavriel’s voice dropped slightly, heating your blood. “I’m sure the males you have taken to bed delighted in your sounds.”

You froze, embarrassment quickly taking over. In your time being friends with Aedion, he had taken to bed more females and males than you could have counted. He was not ashamed of it, nor were you judgemental about it – it was simply a fact everyone knew to be true. But given how close you were with Aedion, his father must have assumed that you were the same as him when it came to lovers.

Wanting to crawl into a hole and die, you said quietly, “I wouldn’t really know.”

Gavriel’s motions paused for a moment, as if he were contemplating something. “Have you not been with a male before?”

Burning with shame, you could not bring yourself to speak, so you merely shook your head to confirm. Your virginity was not something you had taken great effort to preserve or anything, for it truly was not a big deal to you. But to put it simply, there was no male you encountered that you thought would satisfy your first time.

Except for the male kneeling beside your half-naked body.

“Darling,” Gavriel’s tone was gentle. “Am I the first male to put his hands on your bare skin like this?”

“Yes.” You whispered, lifting your head from the pillow and turning it to the side, letting your gaze rest upon Gavriel. His tawny eyes met yours, his motions still paused..

“If this is too much or is uncomfortable in any way and you would rather a female healter or someone else apply the ointment–”

“No,” You cut him off, not wanting Gavriel to stop. “It’s ok. I want it to be you.”

I want it to be you.

So many implications in that phrase, ones that went beyond the question of if you were okay with the golden-haired man applying the ointment to your naked back. As you locked eyes with Gavriel, you could tell he knew what you were feeling. Those fleeting touches, those piercing stares and smirks perhaps hadn’t been so innocent after all. Maybe you were not deluding yourself into thinking you imagined Gavriel’s eyes roaming your body as you strode towards the water in your swimwear. And Gavriel was no fool, you knew he could tell how your body reacted to his touch. He had centuries of experience on him, and surely could spot, and scent, the signs of arousal that surely radiated from your body.

You had desired him for so long, secretly wishing he was the one who could be your first. You imagined countless nights that he would take care of you, exploring your body slowly and teaching you everything he had learned in centuries of pleasure. You imagined how large his fingers would feel inside of you compared to your own, not that you had spent much time pleasuring yourself. No, you wanted him to do it, the man who was your best friend’s father and your father’s best friend.

“Are you sure?” Gavriel’s tone was serious, cautious even – as if he knew the scandalous implications of the direction this was headed.

You nodded. Gods, he was so much older than you, it was so wrong, yet you couldn’t think of anything you wanted more.

Stroking your back gently, Gavriel almost growled, his voice deep and velvety, “I want to hear you say it.”

Shaking, you took a breath, preparing to utter the words you had only dreamed of saying to the older male: “I want it to be you, Gavriel.”

Gavriel smirked, applying more ointment to his hands and placing them on your back – both sides this time, not just the sore area. But his touches were different this time, still gentle but more dominant and filled with assurance. You sighed and tried not to moan again as his hands spread on either side of your spin and worked their way down your back before coming back up to your shoulders. This time, however, those large fingers stroked your sides sensually as they moved across your body.

“Fuck.” You couldn’t help but murmur, eyes fluttering at the pleasure.

“Did you like that, little one?” Gavriel’s chuckle was seductive, and gone was the lighthearted tone from earlier. The strokes he pressed into your skin were teasing, more pleasure driven and much less innocent.

“Mmhm.” Was all you could bring yourself to hum in response, clenching your legs even tighter to try and relieve the building pressure. Every part of your body screamed for more, but Gavriel did not push it.

You began to realise that he would not give you what you both knew you wanted unless you asked him for it. Both of you knew how poorly it would be received if anyone knew Gavriel was about to bed you – between the age difference and the fact he was your best friend’s father and father’s best friend, the dynamic within your little group would surely implode.

But nobody had to know, right? From the way Gavriel’s touches teased you, you knew that he was aware you wanted him to be the first male to take you to bed, he was just waiting for the green light to do so. It warmed your heart how respectful he was, how he wanted it to be 100% your choice how far to go. He was a good male, through and through.

And there was no other one you wanted to lay with for your first time.

Taking a breath for courage, you lifted your head off the pillow and pushed yourself up slightly. Immediately, Gavriel’s hands flew from your skin, concern written across his face momentarily, likely wondering if he had just fucked up majorly. But instead of standing up and walking away, you simply turned your body over and layed back down on your back rather than your front.

Your bare chest was exposed to the golden male, yet he did not look at it. Instead, his tawny eyes bore into yours, scanning your face. Part of you was terrified that somehow you had severely misread the situation, that Gavriel was about to get angry and kick you out. But the other part of you knew he was dying to ravish you, and gods you wanted that too.

“Do you know why I haven’t been with any males yet, Gavriel?” You asked, voice dropping.

Gavriel said nothing, just cocked his head and kept eye contact with you, as if your eyes were the only thing keeping him from glancing down at your chest on display for him.

“Because I knew none of them would be able to please me.” You sighed, praying you sounded at least somewhat seductively enticing. “Because my friends have complained about how poorly males our age are in bed, how selfish they are when it comes to pleasure.”

You knew Gavriel’s restraint was barely holding on – if he had been a lesser male he would have surely pounced on you by now, eager to take you up on what you were so clearly offering. But despite the tautness in his muscles and the growing bulge in his pants, Gavriel remained still.

So you tried one last time to break him.

“Because they weren’t you.” You purred, reaching out and resting your hand atop of his.

That appeared to be his undoing, for the golden-haired male leaned forward and placed his free, tattooed hand on the bed beside your pillow. His muscular body towered over you, and you began to realise just how small you were beneath him. His beautiful hands that had slain so many enemies were almost twice as big as yours, and the body attached to them even more so. You had always appreciated how….large… Gavriel was, but up close like this it began to awaken something inside of you.

“Am I to understand, little one,” Gavriel said, his face only a foot away from yours. “That you want me to fuck you for your first time?”

The mere utterance of those words turned you on more than you thought was possible. “Yes.” You replied with confidence.

Gavriel smirked, leaning in slightly more. “I need to hear you say it for me. Tell me what you want and I will give it to you.”

This male was going to be the death of you. You so badly wanted him to just touch you already, but part of you liked the buildup, the tension – the making sure you knew what you were doing.

“I want you to fuck me, Gavriel.” You breathed. “I want you to be my first.”

A growl emitted from the older male’s throat, and he manoeuvred his hand out from under your touch and instead brought it to your face. With tenderness, he stroked your cheek, never breaking eye contact once.

“You want me to make you feel good, little one?” He purred. “You want me to show you what it feels like to have your body worshipped? To feel so good you have tears streaming down that pretty face of yours? You want me to show you how it’s done, don’t you, baby?”

You moaned, shuddering under his touch. He was so close, that golden hair mere inches away from tickling your shoulders.

“So responsive,” Gavriel continued, stroking farther down your face and reaching the side of your neck to caress it there. “Have you ever touched yourself, little one? Brought yourself to the edge with those fingers of yours?”

“Not really.” You answered truthfully – there were certainly nights where you dipped your hand between your legs, usually thinking about your best friend’s father as you played with yourself. But it was only half hearted, and it was never enough to bring you close to an orgasm and thus, you never tried much.

But your confession snapped something in Gavriel. His eyes darkened, and he brought his lips down to your cheek and planted a feather-light kiss there. “Oh little one,” He murmured. “I am going to ruin you. I’m going to make you feel so good that no other male or female will be able to compete. Even if you have someone else buried deep inside of you one day, you will only be thinking of me and how only I can truly make you feel good.”

Your entire body shuddered at his words. You had expected Gavriel to be excited maybe at the idea of taking your virginity, but this newfound possessiveness and assurance took you by surprise. And you loved it.

It was true – you could tell by the way he had caressed your body that this male was going to corrupt you entirely, mind body and soul. He was going to claim you as his, and his only. The idea thrilled you.

At your pathetic whimper, Gavriel finally took pity on you. His lips moved from your cheek to your mouth where he finally kissed you. Eagerly you opened your mouth up to him, arching your back as this lips expertly claimed yours.

Holy Gods, Gavriel was kissing you.

Your head spun as the older male slipped his tongue into your mouth, gently caressing it to get a taste of you. Moaning into him, you reached your hands up and wrapped them around his thick, tattooed neck and tried to pull him closer. Gavriel obliged, lowering his body so his clothed chest was almost pressed against your bare one. His scent completely enveloped you, overwhelming your senses. You had been kissed before – hell, you had drunkenly made out with Lysandra a couple of times. But never like this, with so much assurance and fire.

You whimpered as Gavriel’s lips left yours, and he chuckled darkly. “Now, now, be patient.” He chided. “I intend on taking my time with you. Trust me, pretty girl, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Nodding, you sucked in a sharp breath as the male’s lips found your neck, one hand pressed against the side of your neck to manoeuvre it around however he pleased. Hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down the side of your neck and up the column of your throat. You swore as Gavriel’s teeth nipped your flesh before his tongue soothed the pain with gentle strokes. Part of you was desperate for him to leave a ring of bruises around your neck, marking you to the world as his, but rationally speaking you both knew that was a bad idea. Your father may be clueless at times, but he would easily piece things together if he saw you covered in hickies – and would likely attempt to end his friend’s life in a fit of rage.

After tasting every inch of your neck, Gavriel lifted his head to meet your eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“So good,” You almost moaned. “More, please.”

He chuckled at your eagerness, but obliged your request. That sinful, corrupting mouth left more of those hot kisses all over your chest, leaving a trail down to your breasts where he paused for a moment.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Gavriel growled, squeezing your breast in one of his hands and making you gasp. “It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to storm over there and ravish you when I see you walking around in that swim top with those perfect tits on display. Got me all hot and bothered, I had to wait until everyone was outside so I could go take a shower and take care of myself. All because of you, little one.”

If you weren’t lying down you were sure you would have collapsed at Gavriel’s confession. The thought of him stroking himself in the shower, naked and thinking of your body…

Before you could finish your thoughts, Gavriel’s head leaned back down and his lips wrapped around your left nipple. You cried out, his name leaving your lips as the male flicked the bud with his tongue. Your other breast was enclosed in his other hand, which was firmly grasping and massaging the flesh with just the right amount of pressure. After a particularly hard suck, Gavriel released your left breast with a lewd pop before switching to the other one.

You moaned, tipping your head back and relishing in the sensation. It was pure sin, you laid out half-naked on your best friend’s father’s bed as the older male buried his face in your chest, bathed in the orange light from the fireplace. You prayed your parents and Aedion would be out for a long night with the rest of the court – you wanted to enjoy Gavriel for as long as possible in this moment.

“So perfect.” He murmured after another few minutes of his sweet torture on your breasts. He kissed your stomach, smirking. “I bet you’re just dripping for me, aren’t you, little one?”

You were in fact, utterly drenched. And Gavriel knew it – he could likely smell it after all, but his words thrilled you nonetheless. But when you didn’t respond, Gavriel’s teeth gently nipped your soft flesh and you yelped.

“I asked you a question, little one.” He growled, hands stroking your sides and gently teasing your hip bones.

Before you could even think of stopping yourself, you moaned out a phrase you thought you’d only ever say in your most sinful dreams, “Yes, daddy!”

Gavriel paused, and the realisation of what you had said just hit you. Oh gods, you just called your best friend’s father ‘daddy’, it was so fucking wrong. Mortification overcame you, and you blurted out apologies.

“I’m so sorry,” You said. “I swear I didn’t-”

“Hush,” Gavriel’s voice was soft yet stern. “You did nothing wrong, little one. Let it out, let Daddy know how good he’s making you feel.”

Reeling, you let out a breath. Only in your wildest dreams did you ever think you could live out this fantasy, letting a male centuries older than you dominate you and call him daddy. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together.

The movement did not go unnoticed by Gavriel. Grinning like a feral cat, the golden-haired male gripped your hips and slid his fingers below the waistband of your pants.

“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?” He questioned, ever so slightly pulling down on the fabric.

“Yes.” You moaned.

“Then lift your hips for me.”

You did so, allowing Gavriel to peel both your pants and panties down your legs. He did so slowly, tawny eyes locked on yours as the fabric was removed from your body. He gently tossed them on the floor next to the bed. You were left completely bare for him, squirming as Gavriel’s gaze shamelessly wandered down your body and settled on the apex between your thighs.

You had never felt so vulnerable, left on display for a male who has been around for centuries bedding gorgeous women all over the country. You weren’t one for self-pity, but part of you was insecure that you could never compare to them. And yet Gavriel looked at you like you were the most alluring female in the world, chest rising up and down with desire as he stared down at your naked form.

“Look at you, all dripping and ready for me.” His voice was velvet and silk, laced with a desire that sent even more wetness to your core. “So fucking perfect, laid out for me like a goddess at the altar to be worshipped. I cannot wait to taste you.”

“You’re too dressed.” You complained.

“We shall remedy that, then.” Gavriel smirked before sitting up fully. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and effortlessly peeled it off, tossing it to the side. His grin was of pure male pride as you salivated over his sculpted, tattooed chest. Sure you had seen him shirtless before, but up close in the glow of the fire light was entirely different. His golden hair framed his face artfully, coming down just below his shoulders. He looked like a god, power and prowess personified in front of your very eyes.

Large hands found your thighs and grasped them before dragging your body down towards the edge of the bed. You gasped at how easily he did it, as if you weighed absolutely nothing to him – which was probably true. Before you could process what was happening, Gavriel dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the bed and pried your legs open. He lifted one of them up and pressed heated kisses up along the inside of your thigh, causing you to gasp. You were practically aching with need at this point, his kisses getting so close to your core before switching to the other leg and repeating the process.

You whimpered, wriggling your hips in the hopes Gavriel would do something.

“So eager,” Gavriel murmured, placing your legs back down. “It’s ok, Daddy will give you what you need so desperately, do not worry.”

You expected him to shove two of those large fingers into you, as Aelin had quite graphically, and drunkenly, described Rowan doing to her several times. You tensed up in preparation for the foreign intrusion, but it did not come. Instead, Gavriel leaned forward and buried his face between your legs, licking a bold stripe up your pussy.

“Holy fuck.” You breathed. The new sensation had you reeling like a hurricane, sparks of pleasure igniting from your core as Gavriel skillfully stroked and lapped at your juices. You had no idea your body was capable of feeling this way – it was almost overwhelming, between his mouth and the firm grip he kept on your hips.

You could tell he was holding back a bit, that he wanted to simply ravish you but did not desire to overwhelm you completely. Whimpering as Gavriel’s lips found your clit and sucked, your hands shot to his golden hair instinctively.

“That’s a good girl,” Gavriel purred against your pussy, sending vibrations straight into your core. “Pull on Daddy’s hair.”

You obliged, digging your fingers into the locks and tugging as he dove back into your thighs. The male growled as you pulled like he asked, clearly enjoying himself. Your moans echoed throughout the room like a symphony mixed with the crackling of the fireplace and the lewd sound of Gavriel’s lips against your core. Your sounds seemed to have spurred him on even more, for his grip tightened and his efforts doubled. It wasn’t long before your legs began to shake as an unfamiliar coiling sensation built in your core.

“Oh, gods,” You murmured shakily.

“That’s it, baby girl.” Gavriel moaned back. “You’re so close. You can feel it, can’t you? Let go, sweetheart. Let daddy see you come for him.”

As the older male sucked your clit and lightly grazed the bud with his teeth, your world shattered and waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your vision went black as you cried out his name, hips rocking into his grip as you rode out your high. Gasping, your body shook at this newfound sensation as Gavriel coaxed you through it.

After a minute or so you finally recover, regaining your focus as Gavriel lazily stroked patterns along your hip.

“You look utterly beautiful when you fall apart, little one.” He murmured. “How do you feel?”

“I-” You can’t even form words yet. “Wow.”

Gavriel chuckled, spreading your legs further apart. “We’ve only just begun.”

You tried to sit up and reach for the older male, wanting to return the favour. But your arm was gently swatted away.

“No, darling.” He said softly. “Tonight is all about you.”

“But what about you?” You protested, confused. Lysandra had always complained that males were so adamant about receiving after giving, you just assumed that your next move would be to finally take Gavriel in your mouth.

“As much as I love the thought of you on your knees before me with those pretty eyes looking up at me as you choke on my cock, this is your night and your night alone. We have all the time in the world later on for me to teach you all of the things I like and how I like them, little one.”

The thought of Gavriel teaching you how to suck his cock, how to ride him and make him fall apart almost had you on your knees begging to taste him. But you knew better than to protest, still curious to see what he had in store. So you nodded and settled back down, allowing Gavriel to resume his position between your legs.

A large hand moved from your hip to your cunt, gently swiping through your folds and collecting the wetness there. “I want you to tell me if you experience any pain.” Gavriel said sternly. “I will be gentle, and the stretch of multiple fingers may be uncomfortable at first, but if I am going to be inside you tonight I will need to prepare you properly.”

“Yes, daddy.” You replied keenly.

Gavriel’s voice was unnervingly like a purr. “You learn so quickly, little one.” Pride filled his voice, causing you to blush.

Gently, one of Gavriel’s large fingers pushed its way inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion, your body automatically tensing up – it didn’t hurt, but it certainly felt strange, and very different from your own fingers.

“Just relax, and take a deep breath.” Gavriel said patiently. “It will be easier when your body relaxes, but it’s perfectly natural to be tense at first.”

You let the soothing baritone voice wash over you like a blanket, allowing your muscles to relax as your cunt adjusted to the large finger inside of it. You moaned as he crooked the finger, brushing up against a spot deep inside of you that made your head spin.

“Right there, that’s the spot isn’t it?” Gavriel said, retracting his finger ever so slightly before pushing it back in and crooking it again. “I can feel the way your legs shake when I do this. You’re so responsive to me, a perfect little thing just begging to be ruined.”

You weren’t coherent enough to form a response. Gods, if you’re reacting this way to just one of Gavriel’s fingers, how will you fare when he puts his cock inside of you?

Murmuring gentle praises, Gavriel continued this motion with his finger, retracting it more and more with every stroke. He was not fast nor rough, but assertive nonetheless. You could tell he’s extremely experienced, knowing just what to do to get your body shaking.

After a few minutes, you began to feel much more relaxed. Your cunt was dripping, aching for more. But before you could voice this, Gavriel gently slid a second finger inside of you very slowly. You hissed slightly, the sensation burning with the addition of the second finger.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” He breathed, kissing the inside of your thigh. “You’ll get used to Daddy’s fingers, just relax again.”

You inhaled and exhaled as smoothly as you could, trying to force your body to relax like he said. After a few minutes of gentle movements, the discomfort faded and morphed into pleasure. It was a different sensation than from when Gavriel’s mouth was devouring you – one that was more intense and primal. He crooked those fingers again, and you swore as the pleasure was double what it was with one finger.

“There we go,” Gavriel praised you as you arched your back. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy,” You moaned. “Fuck.”

Eventually, the two large fingers inside of you sped up their motions, reaching places inside of you that your own fingers never could. He then attached his lips to your clit again and sucked, flicking it with his tongue. You quickly reached that familiar coiling sensation, and before you knew it you were crashing over the edge once again with your second orgasm.

You laid there panting as Gavriel slowly retracted his fingers from you. You watched in awe as he brought them to his mouth and sucked, moaning. It was without a doubt the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your life.

“You’ve been doing so good for me, little one.” Gavriel praised, leaning over your body to kiss your cheek. “We can stop here if you want. There is no pressure to take this any further. I will gladly accept however much you are ready to give me, and if you want to leave it at this for now we can do that.”

“Please, no.” You practically begged. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Daddy, I’ve been dreaming about it for so long. Please, please I need to feel you inside me.”

Your own words caught you by surprise. You refused to beg for anything in your life, anything except for this apparently. You already had two mind blowing orgasms, but you were already addicted to his touch.

More. You wanted more.

Luckily for you, your begging seemed to have weakened Gavriel’s resolve. He stood up, his large frame towering over your trembling one as his tawny eyes glowed with desire.

“If that is what you truly wish, if you truly want me to be the first male to fuck you with his cock, then I am happy to oblige.” With that, Gavriel’s tattooed hand dropped to the buckle on his pants and undid it in one motion.

You practically salivated as he gracefully pulled down his pants and undergarments, revealing the part you had wanted to see for so long. His cock stood proudly, so massive you weren’t sure if it would actually fit inside of you. The tip was red and wet with precum, a tribute to the effect that pleasuring you had on the mighty fae male – and your chest swelled with pride at the realisation.

“This will hurt at first,” Gavriel warned, cutting off your admiration of his lower half as he crawled over your body. “But you just need to take deep breaths. I will try and make it as painless as possible, but it shouldn’t be agonising. Your body will adjust, I promise.”

You nodded, slightly nervous. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but gods the sheer size of him made it question if it was even possible to make this work.

Gavriel rested his elbow beside you, letting his arm cradle your head and pressing his forehead against yours as he gripped his cock in his free hand. After collecting more of your wetness, the male pushed the tip of his cock inside of you.

You tensed up, the burning sensation you had felt with his two fingers a hundred times more intense now. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you felt ashamed, not wanting to let Gavriel down.

“It’s ok, little one,” Gavriel murmured, kissing your tears away. “You’re doing great. Let your body adjust and relax, just focus on me.”

You stared into those tawny eyes that had been there by your side for the past two years. Even though you were very sexually attracted to him from the start, you always appreciated that kindness and tenderness that Gavriel’s eyes reflected. He was always there as a shoulder to cry on, a helping hand, a sturdy presence in your life – despite the sinfulness of the desires the two of you were acting on tonight, you knew that he respected you and you respected him, that his supporting presence in your life was not just because he was attracted to you, but because he genuinely cared for you.

Part of you felt guilty that your best friend’s father was currently inside of you, naked and on top of your equally as bare body. You knew that it was morally questionable, letting such an older male who had close relations to your friends corrupt you like this. But deep down you knew that he did not think any less of you for it, and the thought comforted you enough that your body finally began to relax.

Noticing, Gavriel pressed a kiss to your lips as he pushed his hips forward, edging his thick cock into you even more. It still burned a bit, but much less so. Like with his fingers, Gavriel retracted slowly before pushing in again, a bit further this time. He repeated the process until he eventually was all the way inside of you. Once there, he stilled, kissing every inch of your skin and murmuring praises.

You sighed and looped your arms around his muscled neck, the discomfort evolving into pleasure that was almost animalistic – it was so intense, especially when you looked down and could see a visible bulge in your stomach from the size of the male’s cock. You wriggled your hips in an attempt to encourage him to move.

“Are you sure?” Gavriel questioned.

You stared at his face and realised how much he was holding back. Those thick muscles were practically trembling with restraint, no doubt having to ignore his primal fae male desires to pound into you. His hair was dishevelled, and a thin layer of sweat coated his face.

“I need you to move, please Daddy.” You whined. “I asked you to fuck me, so fuck me.”

Gavriel’s eyes sharpened, indicating that this was the only time he’d let that demanding tone slide. Before you could complain again, he brought his hips back and pushed them forward forcefully, causing you to gasp.

“Is that better, princess?” Gavriel mocked lightly as you eyes rolled back into your head.

“Please keep going!” You mewled, clinging onto his muscular form as the pleasurable sensations threatened to overwhelm you. And your best friend’s father obliged, and each snap of his hips grew more forceful. Within a minute or so the male had set a sturdy pace, pounding in and out of you. The hand that cradled your head now gripped your hair, forcing your gaze to remain on Gavriel.

“Look at you, pretty girl,” His voice was pure filth, the gentle coaxing tone from earlier almost entirely gone and replaced with something more primal. “So small underneath me, a sweet little thing just begging to be fucked and utterly ruined. I told you Daddy was going to take good care of you. And you listened like the good little girl you are, isn’t that right? No other male can male you feel this way, can he? Only daddy.”

You bit down into his shoulder to muffle your pathetic moan at Gavriel’s words. However, your action caused him to growl with pleasure, and he began to fuck you harder. At this point, the bed was shaking and you thanked the gods that there was no other cabin or house around for several kilometres.

Gavriel’s rock hard abs brushed against the soft skin of your stomach as he moved in and out of you, sweat mingling as your bodies pressed close together. It was pure bliss, the powerful male on top of you moaning at the feeling of being inside of you. It wasn’t long before you felt that coil again, and Gavriel’s grip on your body tightened.

“Please come inside of me.” You begged.

Keeping his pace, Gavriel flashed you a concerned look. “But–”

“I’m on a tonic anyways,” You cut him off, knowing he was worried about you getting pregnant with his child. “Please, daddy, I just need you to fill me up.”

Gavriel nodded, grunting as he moved a hand to your clit and began rubbing. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you were barely even able to acknowledge your approaching orgasm before it crashed over you. Hips stuttering, Gavriel followed moments later and roared out your name, spilling his hot come inside your cunt.

The sensation almost made you pass out – your entire body was shaking and exhausted from a third orgasm. You and Gavriel panted for a minute before he slowly slid out of you and stood up.

You were confused when he left the room, wondering if you had done something wrong. Oh gods, what if he regretted it?

Luckily for your pathetic inner thoughts, Gavriel returned a few minutes later with a piece of toast, a tall glass of water and a cool towel.

“Drink this.” He ordered, handing you the water.

Still panting, you took the glass from his hand and gulped the water down, not realising how dry your throat was. Gavriel wiped down your thighs, which were coated in a mix of sweat and juices. After a few minutes of silence and finishing off your toast, Gavriel sat next to you and stroked your hair.

“You did so well tonight, little one,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. “Thank you for trusting me.”

You blushed. “No, thank you,” You corrected, and Gavriel raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t laugh me off when I said I hadn’t been with a male before.”

Gavriel frowned. “Why would I have done that?”

“I’m not saying you would have,” You quickly corrected, embarrassed. “It’s just that… the reason I waited was because males my age just expect every female to know what she’s doing and be good at it. I just didn’t want to disappoint anyone I guess.”

Gently, Gavriel cupped your face in his hands and turned it towards him, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You could never disappoint anyone, darling,” He said sternly. “Especially not me. I don’t give a shit if you’ve been with no males or if you’ve been with a hundred. It makes no difference to me.”

You smiled, kissing him gently. “Thank you for teaching me,” Your voice turned mischievous. “But I did also recall you saying there were other things you could show me?”

Gavriel laughed, swooping you up in his arms before you could protest. “And I meant it,” He said, carrying you down the hallway towards you room. “But you are exhausted, and don’t try and deny it. Rest, for now. They will be home soon and it’s best you be back in your own bed.”

He carried you all the way to your room, gently settling you down on the bed and brushing your hair behind your ears.

“But there will be a next time?” You asked sheepishly, unable to help it. You already craved more of him.

“If that is what you wish,” Gavriel smirked. “Then I am happy to show you how pretty you would look on your knees.”

The next morning you opened your eyes and sat up in bed. Your sore shoulder was gone, but the second you went to stand up your legs gave way. Ungracefully, you caught yourself on the bed frame to avoid the thumping noise of your body hitting the floor.

Last night had felt like a dream, but you knew it was real from the soreness in your lower half. Gavriel had been careful to not leave any visible bruises, but you still struggled with walking. Aedion, Lorcan, and Elide got home after you fell asleep last night, and you thanked the gods for that.

Painfully, you made your way down to the kitchen where everyone else, including Gavriel, was already seated.

“Look who’s finally awake!” Aedion exclaimed, pulling out your chair. Freshly cooked breakfast was laid out on the table, and you didn’t realise how hungry you were until you smelled it.

You couldn’t help but hiss in pain as you sat down, cursing the soreness from last night and praying nobody noticed. Unfortunately, your father did.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lorcan demanded. “I thought Gavriel fixed your shoulder.”

You froze, and so did Gavriel for a split second, mug of coffee halfway to his lips. Mentally swearing, you fumbled for an excuse.

“He did,” You said quickly. “But I’m still sore from training in general.”

Lorcan frowned, glaring at Gavriel. “Well why didn’t you fix that then, too?”

“Because I didn’t ask him to.” You snapped, cutting him off.

Luckily, Elide elbowed her husband in the ribs before he could snap back. The rest of breakfast went by without any awkwardness, until your parents and Gavriel left to do the dishes and Aedion took you upstairs.

“Hey, I think my dad has some ointment for sore muscles,” Aedion said. “I’ll go grab it.”

“No no, it’s fine!” You insisted, unsure of if your scent still lingered in Gavriel’s room. “I’ll manage!”

But Aedion was already gone. You cursed the gods, waiting in the hallway until Aedion’s confused voice came from the end of the hall.

“I found the ointment! But why is your shirt in my father’s room?”

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saphirered · 2 years

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Hello, I'm not sure if you write for him but could you maybe do newly mated Aedion? Like, you know, he's able to settle and have a mate (she's fae/demi fae). Something fluffy

If not, it's totally fine. Just delete this request.

Love your writing <3 Take care of yourself

I adore Aedion so I could not wait to finish this request! Like any of the Newly Mated fics it's spicy but has a good amount of wholesome fluff. Hope it is to your liking! 😘

The Wolf of the North is lost deep in thought. Should he be reading the reports he had received earlier this morning? Perhaps so but his mind travels elsewhere and he couldn’t care less about paperwork, or responsibilities. They come second to the sound of metal clanking against metal, to the laboured breathing, victorious laughter, and sometimes disgruntled or pained curses. His work comes second to the view he’s found in the inner courtyard, where two people are engaged in a dance of steel. Each and every movement is thought out carefully, each step is one with grace and precision only years and years of training would bring. One moves quick and precise, striking to take down an opponent. The other, the other his focus is truly drawn to. Each movement is fluid, seamlessly through to the next one. While speed is present, if only to keep up with the opponent, it is done so in defence. This fighter is a patient one.

Aedion’s eyes focus on that graceful fighter, because that’s the one he has eyes for, the one his attention is drawn to even in the most crowded of places. You are unique. You are beautiful in every sense of the word. He could watch you train for hours and never grow bored. He could study every muscle twitch, and still not grasp the extend of your being, because every time he learns something about you, he only feels intrigued to learn more, knowing there’ll always be more to you no matter the years you may face. His thoughts wander to those years, to that future. You have a future, together. The moment you walked into his life he knew you were special, different than the flings that had come and gone. You tested him in ways no one else could, pushed him to be better, to do better, but most of all you allowed him to be himself, for you held no expectations for the general, or the prince. You cared not for a birthright he carried. You asked him who he wanted to be. That might have been a conversation you two had amidst an argument but the words ring true and have stayed with him ever since. You allowed him to be who he wanted to be- who he wants to be. When he is with you he looks towards his future, the future you share together instead of the future of a legacy carved in blood and death and dirt.

He couldn’t quite place why you were different for the longest of times. You’d gotten on his nerves from the moment he met you because you pushed him, challenged him like no one else dared from the very first second he met you. Were you a soldier in his army, you’d have been punished for that sort of disobedience and disrespect, yet he never saw you like that. You were not someone under his command, or someone he had to play his part for. You were not a conspirator in kind, or someone he desperately needed to pamper to keep his secrets. You were just you, and no matter how much of a pain you could be, and he could be in turn because you told him many times he certainly was, you two always gravitated back towards each other. You accepted each other. It wasn’t until the fae came into his life, brought in by his cousin, he started putting the pieces together. For the longest times you both denied what you suspected, then you put it off because the world was about to fall into ruin, and then you were free and unsure what to do next. Finally you admitted; you’re mates. You’d known it but both were too stubborn to admit it.

Here he stands, watching you train with his cousin. It had been a tough first few days, after the bond you shared settled proper. Not tough for the two of you, but more so for everyone in your vicinity. Aedion’s cousin had been generous enough to send you away for an extended vacation so she did not have to deal with the scent of sex in the morning, or afternoon, or night, though she did claim the longing looks you two would share when in the same room were almost as nauseating. You’d spend your days together in solitude, away from the world and its people, just the two of you. For the first time you’d not been interrupted or knew you could be called away at a moment’s notice, instead you had all the time in the world and you had spent it well.

He recalls how he made a comment about his past dalliances in reply to a joke of yours. You’d walked up to him, stood toe to toe but kept your hands firmly against his chest to stay just barely out of reach of his lips, even when he pulled you closer, you’d deny him your affections. In your eyes he’d see that wicked determination laced with playful challenge. You felt confident letting your fingers trace up along his neck, to his cheek to brush away some golden strands from his face as you tilt your head to the side, pucker your lips and a hairs breath away from his own, you’d whisper;

“Would you like to repeat that statement, lover dear?” You challenge, and Aedion was not entirely sure, still isn’t whether words or silence would have been the better course of action. He certainly knows his laugh in response was wrong. You’d placed your lips on his in a feverish kiss that left him longing for so much more, left you longing for so much more as you were generous enough to share in no uncertain terms. You allowed him to lift you off your feet, wrapped your legs around his hips and pull yourself closer to him. You let him carry you to the most convenient closest surface which happened to be the couch in front of the fireplace. You let him settle you among the soft cushioning and trail his lips along your jaw, down your neck, paying particular attention to your chest in the ways that would exert beautiful sounds that could have him come undone by your second hand pleasure alone, before he would trail down further along your stomach, teasing the inside of your thigh, until you lost your patience and gave him an order he could not deny.

“Aedion!” The voice of memory; a cry of pleasure dissipates in one laced with amused giggles, still the voice is yours. He is pulled from his train of thought abruptly, and returns to the courtyard where his cousin and you have stopped your sparring match and instead have turned your gazes to him.

“Are you going to keep standing there or…” You ask mirthfully covering your smile behind your hand when you see the look he gives you that tells you to keep trying him and he’ll set the record straight.

“Yes, cousin, please do share so I can go find literally anywhere else to be before you two get it on, I don’t need to see, hear, smell or otherwise be aware of the two of you fucking like horny adolescents.” Aelin pretends to clean some dirt from under her nails, as Aedion steps towards you when you offer your hand to him. Crossing the distance at your invitation he wraps both of his around yours and you lean in for a kiss. What was intended as a simple peck turned into something far less innocent. Hand unwraps from yours, curving along your waist and pulls you closer to his side, you lean into his body, reminding him of how deliciously you mould into him, and how the layers of fabric between you two feel all too restrictive.

“Seriously. You two are the worst.” Aelin shakes her head and clears her throat somewhat between annoyance and disgust. “Did you come here for a reason or was five minutes apart too much to ask for?” Begrudgingly you break away, Aedion replying in a somewhat disappointed noise but his mind returns to the world around him, instead of hyper-focussing on you. Why did he come here again? He’s entirely forgotten, and so his train of thought is lost when he sees your eyes teasing and bright, stare at him expectantly, when he feels your fingers play with the hair at his nape, gently curling along his scalp. Subconsciously he goes to lean in but when he catches a glance at his cousin from the corner of his eye he instead changes his trajectory and kisses your cheek, forcing himself to dig deep in his memory before he gets distracted… Again.

Aedion recalls Rowan’s request, if only because that bond between you and him remind him, his cousin has elsewhere to be and thus would leave you alone, with him. You can feel it too, expectantly waiting for his reply, urging him to speak. How could he deny you? He won’t. Though, he does pretend to take a second longer than he needed, if only for you to silently scold him. You know him through and through, as he does you after all. He knows what that kiss started and he has every intent of finishing it.

“Yes, actually. Your mate requests your presence, dear cousin. Something about the harvest festival arrangements you were to approve?” He doesn’t even look at her proper, instead he keeps your gaze.

“Great. An excuse for me to leave. Should have lead with that.” Aelin sounds exasperated, but the smile creeping at the corners of her lips and glint in her eyes tells otherwise. “Don’t go breaking my courtyard while I’m gone.” You allow your fingers to draw patterns into the general’s chest so light he barely feels the ghost of your touch. Aedion’s attention is fully back to you, lips grazing your temple affectionately as the queen grabs her belongings, throws your discarded sword at you. While your responses are fast, Aedion is faster just this once and catches the weapon.

“Never thought I’d have to protect my mate from my own cousin.” He mutters jokingly.

“Oh please, your mate was never in any danger. If I wanted to do harm, I would have.” Aelin counters, her cousin’s jaw tightening at the mere thought of you injured. He better not see the bruises forming from your sparring match. The two of you don’t hold back, after all.

“Aelin, don’t push him too far, I might have to resort to desperate measures.” You begin trailing kisses along the warrior’s jaw, the tension alleviating instantly. You feel that familiar pull in your chest, that swelling satisfaction at the ability to do what you do to your mate.

“Don’t remind me of your desperate measures. That is an order.” You laugh at the response and accusatory finger pointed your way before the young queen chooses to get out before she is witness to anything she would have to clean out her eyes with soap for, or wish for some magics to erase the visions from her mind forever.

With a vulgar gesture she turns the corner and you and Aedion are left alone. You place his lips to yours in a lingering kiss as your fingers skilfully untangle his from your sword and once you are successful you abruptly step away from his embrace and make your way over to your belongings near the pillar. The light spring in your step, the sway of your hips and the brief look you cast over your shoulder are maddening. He follows behind you, keeping enough distance until your moves are clear. He watches you bend down at the hips instead of knees like you usually do, to grab the scabbard and sheathe the sword, giving the male ample view of your behind. He can’t see your face but he doesn’t need to to know you present a wicked grin.

“Careful, darling. You don’t know who might be around to hear.” Aedion implies tapping the shell of his ear when you turn and lean your back against the pillar behind you, crossing your arms.

“That has never bothered you in the past, lover dear.” You raise your chin defiantly as he steps forward, one foot at a time. Toe to toe once more you are cornered, staring up into those Ashryver eyes as you feel the warmth of his palm slide over your hip, under your shirt and stroke along your bare skin. Your body responds, curving into him, closer to his touch yet your features remain the same; defiant. His lips a hair’s breath from yours, leave you tempted to close that minimal distance and give in already but he doesn’t. It might take a soldier’s restraint, but he does not give in. Not yet at least.

“In the past, I didn’t know you were my mate, and wasn’t stuck between wanting to keep those delicious sounds you make for just my ears, or leave the world to hear the pleasures I deliver you.” Your hands trail along his chest, all too slowly undoing the buttons of his jacket. If it were up to Aedion, and you two weren't involved in this little pre-play of yours, then he might just have but he is not one to refuse your challenge, the ones you so skilfully manage and tear through his self restraint like a hot knife through butter. You have him wrapped around your finger and he does not mind in the slightest.

“So confident.” You croon as you let your skilful fingers slide under the neckline of his shirt, down over his abdomen and back up again. You’d make another comment over the layers he wears, but those are but a minor inconvenience. Easy enough to be rid of, or not if you feel like being a little creative, or heat rises too fast and neither of you can be bothered for the first round.

“Would you like me to show you exactly how confident I am?” You laugh, pushing against his chest and forcing him to take a step back, he does so without question but looks at you somewhat disappointed to lose that close proximity to you. You don’t make him wait long, because before he knows it you are undoing the closures to his trousers. The confidence you radiate, the darkening of your eyes, leave Aedion in anticipation for your attention, for your next move, and do you deliver.

“I think I’d rather let the world hear the sounds I’m capable of extracting from you.” You press your lips against his in a feverish kiss and while it lasts shorter than Aedion would normally have hoped, or you for that matter, your lips trail down, along his neck, his chest, and abdomen leaving a fiery trail from your every touch until your lips reach exactly where he needs your attention. You do not disappoint. You leave him moaning pleasantly at your ministrations and while his focus is entirely on you, the general within does not neglect to plot the ways he will repay you for this kindness, this satisfaction when you allow him to do so.

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throneofsapphics · 2 months

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thin doors

Rowaelin x Reader

Summary: “Please, pick one broom closet and stick to it,” with Rowaelin.

Warnings: smut, oral (f!receiving), this is pure smut, minors dni!

A/N: for this.

Aelin’s hands tangled in your hair, tugging you closer to her. Heads tilting, your lips met, teeth nipping, your hands slid to brace her waist, tearing from her to kiss down the side of her neck, gently sucking - not harsh enough to leave a bruise, just enough to draw those beautiful noises from her.

You felt Rowan press against your back, from the corner of your eye he cupped the back of Aelin’s head, tilting her to give you more access to her neck, before meeting her lips with his own.

You’d never get tired of the two of them.

Aelin distracted you, her hand cupping your breast with a rough squeeze. A soft whimper, but you countered, the soft fabric of her dress a thin barrier, running your thumbs along her chest, her nipples peaking beneath your touch.

The second Rowan released her, you gently pushed her back, letting her hit the wall before dropping to your knees.

Rowan huffed a laugh, but helped gather the skirt around Aelin’s waist.

Bare.

You tilted your head up, Aelin’s unabashed smirk looking down at you. “Well?” She drawled, “are you going to get to work?”

You pinched her hip, but kissed up the inside of her thigh as she threw the other over your shoulder.

Rowan had moved, barely - not that there was much space in the broom closet, but enough to give him room to watch.

If he wanted a show, you were more than happy to give him one.

One kitten lick, and Aelin’s hands were in your hair, a loud moan falling from her lips.

Pounding on the door froze you in place, Aelin’s hand stilling on your head, her dress falling - covering you and her. Gods, hiding under her dress - not that it did a very good job.

“Please, pick one broom closet and stick to it,” Aedion yelled. “Far away from my rooms.”

You shifted the fabric, popping your head out from under. Rowan had shoved around the two of you, probably ready to give the male a piece of his mind - for interrupting his wonderful show.

Aelin’s hand grabbed his shoulder. Somehow she’d balanced against the wall on one leg. Your head tilted in admiration.

“Piss of cousin,” Aelin countered, and shoved you back under her dress.

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kmblckbk · 1 year

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Between Royals

part 1

18+ contains smut

*contains spoilers for ACOTAR, Cresent city and Throne of glass series*

rhysand x reader / Ruhn x reader / Dorian x reader

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"oh fuck Rhys" you moan, grinding on his face as he eats you out. You feel him smile under you. your back arches as you feel your orgasm rising. "fuck" you moan out loud before you come on his face. You quickly grab the couch before you collapse onto him. "fuck I never grow tired of the taste of you darling" he says getting out from under you. "I never get tired of you eating me out" you breath out smiling before Rhys scoops you up in his arms.

You were lounging on the couch basking in the afterglow. cuddled up in your mates arms, when there is a loud bang outside. Rhys groans "what is going on". You grab his arms, holding them close to your body "it's probably nothing" you tell him, not in the mood to leave this couch right now. You almost think he's gonna stay but when there is another bang he stands up. You whine "please stay" you say pouting at him. he smiles at you "I need to check it out baby, otherwise I would be a very bad high lord" he says kissing you deeply, you can still taste yourself on his tongue. "fine then I'm coming with you" you say standing up too. He looks you over "not like that you won't" he says strictly. He made it very clear that you were his, and he didn't like the idea of anyone seeing you like this except him. you sigh "give me 2 minutes" you say quickly grabbing your clothes, which were spread all over the room.

Within 5 minutes you both walked outside, seeing where the bang was coming from. There where people standing, and they surely where not from here. They look just as confused as you. "uhm hello?" you say to them as you approach them. They still looked confused. "where are we?" a blonde girl with turquoise gold eyes asked. "you are in Velaris" Rhys says "welcome, I'm Rhysand, high lord of the night court and this is my mate, wife and high lady of the night court y/n". they still looked really confused. "Velaris? Night court?" a girl with red hair asked, looking like she was also a stranger to the people standing next to her. "yes, Velaris a city in the night court in Prythian" Rhys says. "Prythian?" a blond haired men with the same eyes as the girl with blond hair asked.

"oh shit" Rhys says, seeming to realize what's going on. The blond girl seems out of patients and grabs a golden sword "tell me what going on" she demands as her swords begins to glow, no not glow, that sword is on fire. "calm down we're not here to fight. And not in the open like this. Follow me and I will tell you what I think is going on here" Rhysand tell them. That doesn't really seem to convince them though. "look if you wanna kill me do it after I explain what I think is going on okay" your heart starts beating faster at his words, he didn't mean that, did he? You know he was the strongest high lord in Prythian. But they didn't even seem to know what Prythian was. And that girl was holding a FLAMING SWORD! 'don't worry I've got it under control' you hear Rhys say in your mind. You better hoped so.

"excuse me for Aelin, she is a kill first ask questions later kinda girl" a dark hair man with blue eyes says.He reminded you a lot of Rhysand. "I'm Dorian by the way. So that girl with the flaming sword is Aelin, her nephew Aedion. Then the white haired guy is Rowan, he can turn into a bird" "a hawk" the white hair guy, Rowan, interrupts him. "right and the brown haired gentleman in Chaol. Those people there, no idea. It's the first time I see them too" Dorian explains. "Ruhn" another black haired guy with tattoos and piercing says, stepping forward.He also kinda reminded you of Rhys, the tattoos and piercings where fucking sexy. You needed to convince Rhys to get some piercings now too. "that are Bryce and that there is Hunt" he says pointing to the red haired girl and the man with wings. Not the kind Rhys, Cassian and Azriel had, no this guy had fucking dark angel wings.

"alright, well. Let's go inside" you say, leading them into the house. "what's going on" you whisper to Rhys. "do you remember the time I told you about different world existing, different timeline and stuff". "yes" you nod. "I think that's what's going on" he says before he leads them into the living room, where he just fucking ate you out a few minutes ago. You hoped to god none of them could actually smell you, like Rhys could.

You get them all something to drink until the blonde girl, you now know was Aelin, begins to speak. "so what's going on high lord" she says mockingly, okay she was definitely sassy. You actually liked her already. "okay well I have this theory" he say before he explains it to them. the different worlds and timelines. "wait so we're not in Lunathion?" Bryce the red haired girl asked. "and not in Erilea?" Aelin asks. "no" Rhys answers. "how do we get back to our...worlds then?" the man with the angel wings, Hunt asks. "we have to figure that one out" Rhys says thinking.

"oh no we're not gonna wait around here" Aelin says standing up, flames growing in her hands. you get nervous now, she did not seem like a girl you wanted to fight with. "get us back" she demands walking up to Rhysand. Liquid night forms around your hands "get away from him" you say walking up to Aelin. "or what" Aelin says like nothing can hurt her. You see the people behind her get closer to her, sliding their hand towards their weapons and in Dorians hands grows something that looks like...ice. "stop!" you hear someone yell while lighting strikes just inches before your feet. You look over at Hunt, who has fucking lighting in his eyes "you are gonna get people killed, they're trying to help us" he says to Aelin. You give Aelin an angry look for trying to hurt Rhys. She sits down again. You give Hunt a quick thankful look.

"we're gonna figure this out" Rhys says, not at all seeming concerned about anyone trying to kill anyone right here. "you are welcome to stay here" he says "as long as you don't kill OR hurt anyone, either between you or my people" he says strictly, glancing a little longer towards Aelin. Everyone nods in understanding.

"I'll guide you to your rooms, anyone wanting to share a room, we don't have enough space to actually give you all a room all to yourself" you ask them. "Aelin and I will share a room" Rowan says. "me and Bryce too" Hunt says. "alright great" you tell them showing them their room. Guessing by their answers Bryce and Hunt where a couple and Aelin and Rowan where too, so you placed them as far from each other as you could. You know what was going to go down if they felt in the mood. And them being in a different place sure didn't matter if you guessed correctly. you would fuck Rhys in an unknown place too, to be honest. Unfortunately for Chaol and Aedion, they were closes by them, you knew those wall were not at all good at canceling out sounds.

You walked with Ruhn and Dorian to a floor up, closer to your and Rhys' room. "here is one room and next door the other. Go freshen up and I'll see you guys for diner" you tell them kindly. "thank you" Dorian says making a light bow, he was so nice. If you'd have to guess, he was someone important in his world, some sort of royal. But Ruhn, he couldn't look anymore different from someone royal. But he does stair at you a little to long, making a funny feeling appear in your stomach. "thank you for showing us our rooms high lady" he says. "oh please call me y/n, I'm not so into formalities". "don't know if your husband agrees with that" Dorian interrupts him. "oh he has nothing to say about me, I will never let men tell me what to do" you tell them. "we'll see about that" Ruhn says grinning before he disappears in his room. "you better watch out, that seemed an afoul lot like flirting to me" Dorian says with a smile before he disappears into his room to. You don't know why but you'd grown hot all of a sudden.

"are you okay?" Rhys asked as you came downstairs. "I'm fine". "you're blushing, who was it?" he asks anger and possession in his voice. "no one" you tell him quickly. "well good, because otherwise I would have taken you on the fucking diner table to show them you're mine" he says in a dark and hungry voice. "RHYS?! We have guests" you whisper to him, shocked he would say that, did he feel threatened? "you're my mate, I will love no one else but you" you tell him. "good" he says before he places a possessive, claiming a kiss on your lips.

At diner everyone is sitting around the table, silently. "so, what do your cities look like?" you ask to break the silence. "before or after the war?" Aelin asks, but in an almost emotionless tone. "oh well, after?" you ask not really knowing how to react to that. "it's starting you look like how it used to be, but we're far from where it should be. That's why I would like to go home, as soon as possible, my people need me" Aelin says, looking to Rhys. "so you're the queen?" you ask her. she looks at you like you just offended her or something. "yes I am" she says. "what did it look like befor-" you ask but she interrupts. "beautiful, peaceful ...... alive" Aelin says, sounding sad at the last words. "I'm sorry" you tell her, knowing now it was a sensitive Topic. "it's okay, you mean well. It's just been a hard year, after everything. I, I mean we, lost a lot" she tells you. at those words a bright light fills the room. You look to where it's coming from and see it comes from Bryce, out of her chest. "oh I'm sorry" she says covering it up with her hand. "that happens sometimes when i...... I'm sorry" she says, sounding sad now too. "let me guess similar situation?" you ask her and she nods. "so what's your story then?" Aelin asks you and Rhys. "more of the same" you tell her, remembering your best friend who died on the battle field just a few months ago. Rhys squeezes your hand as he sees where your mind has gone to. "I'm okay" you whisper to him while you give him a small smile, to let him know you could handle this. "welcome to the club" Dorian says, trying to lift the mood a little. You give him a small smile, only now noticing a scar of sorts around his throat. no not a scar. more like there was something on there for to long, like there hasn't been sunlight on it for a long time. He sees you looking and smiles softly "we all have our own trauma's. but we all came out alive. Well most of us anyway" he says.

"so you're all royals?" you ask them. "queen and king of Terrasen" Aelin says pointing to her and Rowan. "king of Adarlan" Dorian says. "i'm just the general of the army of Terrasen" Aedion says. "oh you're much more than that" Aelin says. You look at Chaol "oh I'm just a guard " he says. "no you're not, you are way more than that Chaol" Dorian says. You could see he and Chaol knew each other for a long time, they seemed like brothers. "and you?" you asked Bryce, Hunt and Ruhn. "oh Ruhn is the only one with an official title" Bryce says, there seemed something more going on but you didn't asked her about it. "crown prince of the Valbaren fae at your service" he says softly bowing his head, but not as serious as Dorian had, no it was in a joking kind of way. Like he didn't took that title seriously. he probably only used it to get girls into his bed, you thought to yourself. Though you don't think he really needed that.

"you don't like being a prince?" you ask him, trying to get your mind out of the gutter, you had a mate. "nah, just happy to one day replace that asshole who calls himself my dad" he says. "I feel that, trust me it feels great when you finally get rid of him" Dorian says in a bitter tone. "your dad was possessed" Aelin interrupts him. "still was an asshole" Dorian says. "oh if we're gonna measure shit dads get in line" Rhys finally speaks. "couldn't be worse than mine" Ruhn says "did your dad punish you when you didn't do his bidding?". "yes" Dorian says, but Rhys stays silent. "did your dad have human slaves?" Rhys asks. "yes" Dorian says again, this time Ruhn is silent. "did your dad place a ring on your neck to possess you with something evil, who forced you to murder your own men you've known for years" Dorian asks. Both Ruhn and Rhys stay silent. "fine you win" Rhys says eventually and Ruhn nods with him. shit that must have been really bad, how can he still sit here and....smile.

"I killed the baster tho" he says, meeting your eye. "that must have been hard" you say almost whispering. "well yes and no" Dorian says. "killing him was easy but seeing him for the man he really was....... Without the thing that lived inside him. it was the same thing that lived inside of me once, but stronger. Yet he managed to still protect the people he loved, well he tried at least. Much more than I can say". You could see he had still some guilt hidden beneath those eyes. "but I'm glad I killed him, he had hurt a lot of people" he says quickly looking over at Aelin before his eye return to you.

"so the trauma club huh. Should I invite a therapist to come over?" you say jokingly. Making most of them laugh. "guess that would be a good idea. If I wasn't so busy rebuilding my home, I surely would like to see one" Dorian says smiling at you now and you smile back. "I went once, I can't say I got a lot out of it" Ruhn says also starring at you. you feel a hand slowly slide up your leg and resting on your thigh, squeezing a little. You look at Rhys, who looked.....jealous. 'what's going on?' you ask him inside your heads. 'they're starring at you' he sends back. 'yeah so.... I told you, I'm yours' you send back, seeing a small smile appear on his face. You and Rhys been together for a while but he just recently made you his wife and high lady. He still seemed a little insecure about where you 2 stood. He had told you he often felt like you were to good for him, but you made sure he knew his worth and that you would never leave him.

The rest of the diner went okay, they told you more stories about them and you told them yours. Mostly the happy and victorious once, you could see there was still a lot of hurt there. "so have you found a way to get us home yet?" Chaol asked Rhys "I need to get back to my wife and kid". "no unfortunately I have not, I will look further into it tomorrow" Rhys tells him and Chaol nods at him understandingly. After diner everyone retreats to their rooms.

You eventually go up to your room too. "that was something" you sigh. "sure was" Rhys says "I thought I was gonna make love to you all day today". That made you blush. "but hey I can still give you a few more orgasms before we go to sleep" he says grinning at you. "we have guest Rhys" you whisper to him. "I know, that means you have to be as silent as you can darling" and with that he walks up to you, grabs your throat, pulling you to him as he kisses you harshly. You moan into the kiss, you liked it when his dominant side came out to play. "do you think you can do that for me?" he asks looking down at you. you nod eagerly. "good" he says smirking before he rips your dress off your body and throws you on the bed.

He hovers over you, looking at you face "you're so beautiful" he whispers in admiration. "and all yours" you whisper back. He snaps and he places kisses from your mouth all the way down to your core where he feasts on you like you're the greatest thing he's ever tasted, if you had to believe his words, you were. He sucks your clit hard making a moan slip your lips and he stops to look up at you, placing his finger on his lips to remind you to stay silent. Your cheeks heat up as you think about someone hearing you. but soon you get lost in pleasure again as Rhys continues licking your pussy. "f-fuck" you whisper as your orgasm hits you. "good girl" Rhys whispers against your lips before he kisses you.

"I need you" you whisper. "if you stay silent" he says with that stupidly handsome half smirk of his. "I can" you say determent, gasping as he pushes himself inside you, you didn't even realize he had removed his clothes, the power of the high lord. "sssshh" he says putting his hand on your mouth as he fucks you rough and hard. "fuck I wanted to do this before those people came to interrupt our fun" he whispers. Your eyes roll back as you feel your orgasm rise. "already baby" he says grinning as you come, moaning into his hand. But he is not done with you. he still kept his brutal pace, fucking you hard and fast and So. Fucking. Deep. "that's it, that's my girl" he whispers in your ear. "f-fuck more!" you scream into his hand as you feel another orgasm rise. "i swear someday i'm gonna find a way to fill all your holes....at once" he whispers in your ear "now come with me darling" his hand leaves your mouth. "oh fuck Rhys" you moan out not able to keep it in as you come so fucking hard, your whole body shaking as you feel Rhys fill you up at the same time. "that's it, look at those legs shake baby" he breaths out. Then he slowly pulls out and wraps you up in his arms. "I love you" you tell him. "I love you too darling" he says kissing the top of your head while you nestle into his chest falling asleep.

part 2

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lavenderdreams22 · 2 years

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Only Yours - Fenrys x Fem!Reader

Request: Can you write spicy smut with reader x fenrys moonbeam? 😘 & Fenrys moonbeam fic? - Anonymous

A/N: Hello!! Thank you for requesting this. It's my first time writing and posting smut, so please go easy on me lol. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing, Smut (18+, Minors DNI). Mentions of violence towards the beginning, and some male possessiveness.

You stood on the deck, watching the sparring match across from you, trying not to let the rocking of the boat make you nauseous. You were never one for long treks across the sea, but Fenrys had always had a way with words, especially where you were concerned, and it didn't take long for him to convince you. He wanted you close to him, and ever since you had realized that the bond between you was stronger than just shared trauma, you were inclined to agree. Being closer to him made you feel whole and safe. Not to mention that any time he was away, you barely slept at all. You would sit up all night worrying about him, wondering if he was in any kind of trouble.

“What’s got you so tense?” Aelin asked, bumping you with her shoulder.

“Not a fan of boats.” You mumbled, “Trying not to be sick.”

“Ah.” She nodded, following your gaze to a half naked Fenrys and Gavriel, who were now circling each other, looking for an opening. “What could have made you decide to join us?”

You glanced over at her, and were met with a knowing smirk. You rolled your eyes, but a smile crept onto your lips anyway.

“Fenrys asked really nicely.” You shot Aelin a wink, “And who am I to deny him what he wants?”

“Such a good mate you are.” She cooed. “We all know you deny him nothing. The walls are very thin.”

“I could say the same for you and Rowan, your majesty.”

The two of you grinned at each other for a moment, causing Aedion to pause as he passed.

“Should I be worried about another brawl starting over here, as well?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nothing to worry about, Aedion.” Aelin waved him off, “We are just talking this time.”

Aelin had taken a liking to you for many reasons, but the biggest was because of your proficiency with a blade. You had been training since you were very young, and when Fenrys had brought you over from Doranelle, the two of you had immediately clicked. Well, the two of you immediately fought, and then, eventually, you clicked. It seemed as though you were either laughing together or at each other’s throats. It definitely kept all of your friends, new and old, on their toes as they tried to navigate your dynamic.

Aedion only nodded, both to you and his Queen, and as a signal to the other side of the ship that everything was okay. With a quick glance up, you realized that Fenrys and Gavriel had stopped fighting, and were now watching you and Aelin. Rowan, though in Hawk form, watched from atop one of the sails. You could practically see the humor lighting his eyes from here.

You shot Fenrys a smile that you hoped said “everything is fine, my love”. He only nodded in return, something flickering in his eyes before turning back to Gavriel. With a nod, the two returned to their circling.

“Territorial Fae bastards.” Aelin muttered, and you giggled together as she threw her arm over your shoulder and led you to the side of the ship, “Let’s talk over here. Just in case you get sick.”

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“You should have seen the way they were all watching the two of you.” Fenrys chuckled, shooting you a look over his shoulder as he pulled his boots off.

“Too much testosterone. We need to get more females aboard.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “As Aelin so fondly regards you all, Territorial Fae bastards.”

“I’m sure the others wouldn’t argue about bringing more females.” Fenrys stood, crossing the room in two large steps. “But I'm not sure that anyone would agree that it was territorial bullshit. Not when it comes to the two of you. Do you not remember last summer?”

“Maybe then, they could stop ogling Aelin and me.” You smirked up at him as a possessive rage flitted across his eyes. “And how could I forget? We sunk the ship. Though, I think that was faulty construction.”

“Hold on, who has been ogling you?” Fenrys asked through gritted teeth.

“No one that interests me.” You shrugged, “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter, because I will kick their asses.” He said, pulling you flush against his body by your waist.

“So quick to resort to violence.” You scolded, humor still lighting your voice. “Why would you want to fight a friend when you could use that extra energy on something else?”

“What else could you possibly mean?” He asked as he began to move. His hand came to cradle the back of your head as he pushed you roughly against the wall. “I think that protecting your honor is the best use of my time.”

His body was now caging you in, and your breath hitched in your throat as he pressed soft kisses down the column of your throat.

“My honor is thoroughly protected.” You said, but your voice shook a bit, betraying your attempt at confidence. “Aelin is right, you are a territorial Fae bastard.”

He smirked against your skin, and your knees went weak, as they often did when Fenrys touched you like this. He spread your legs with one of his, pressing his thigh against your core through your skirt. You let out a sigh at the friction as he sucked at the place where your neck met your shoulder.

“I have wanted nothing more than to have you like this all day.” He said, “Couldn’t wait to get back here so I could show you exactly how much I love you. And then, when I thought you and Aelin were going to fight… I wanted to throw you over my shoulder right then.”

“You should have.” You lifted your arms as he tugged your top off. “I am yours, Fenrys. Forever.”

He let out a low growl at that, the wolf in him finally paying you a visit. “Say that again.” His voice was rough, and a shiver ran down your spine.

“I am yours, Fenrys. Only yours. Forever.” You said, running your hands down his chest.

He threw his head back and groaned, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You ran your hands lower, palming him through his pants. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing in your scent. “Yeah, that’s definitely part of it.”

“We better hurry, or we’ll be late for dinner.” Your voice was soft, but it held an edge of challenge.

“Screw dinner, I’m taking my time with you.” He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow, your tongues exploring each other. You barely registered that he was moving until your back hit the mattress. His hands were roaming the exposed skin of your sides and stomach as his lips pressed to your neck.

Reaching behind you, he unclasped your bra, tossing it to a corner of the room, and you were sure you’d curse him for it later. He always had a way of losing your undergarments. He pulled back a moment to look at you, and you resisted the urge to cover your chest with your arms. You always felt shy at this part, and no matter how many times the two of you had sex, he always made sure to admire you.

“Gods, you are so beautiful.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and you smiled at him as he trailed a finger over your lips and cheeks.

“As are you, my love.” You moved your hands up his thighs as you squirmed beneath him, and he grinned down at your hand, sentimentality gone in a blink of an eye.

“Need me to touch you, Y/N?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours once again.

“Yes, Fenrys. Need you to touch me.” You nodded.

He kissed each collar bone then, trailing kisses until he reached your breasts. He took a few moments with each one, sucking and biting at one nipple, squeezing the other between two fingers before switching. His other hand trailed down to your skirt, hiking it up to your waist so that his hands could roam the expanse of your thighs.

With each moan he pulled from your lips, his hand trailed a bit higher, and you could feel your arousal pooling in your panties. When his hand finally reached where you needed him most, he traced tantalizing circles over your clit through the fabric of your panties.

“Already so wet for me, baby?” He asked, pulling away from your breasts to meet your eyes. “Do you like that?”

You looked down at him through your lashes, nodding slightly. Your mouth parted and a blush dusting your cheeks. His grip on your breast tightened, only slightly, but you sighed. His eyes darkened as he watched your face, his fingers dipping below your panties, trailing his finger through your slick before turning his attention to your clit once again. You ground your hips down onto his fingers, biting your lip as you kept eye contact.

“Answer me, baby. Do you like that?” He asked again, slowing the movement of his fingers.

“Yes, Fenrys. I love it.” You replied, “I love you.”

“I love you, pretty girl.” He gave you a grin that sent heat straight to your core, and he started kissing your stomach as he continued teasing your clit with his fingers. Pulling your panties to the side, he watched you before he dipped his head down, letting his tongue trail over your abdomen before he finally let his tongue circle your clit.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” You moaned.

He returned your moan with a quick bite to the inside of your thigh, marking you, before returning your attention to your clit. His fingers moved to your entrance, pushing in slowly. Your back arched off of the mattress at the feeling of his finger moving inside of you.

Fenrys always knew exactly what you needed without you ever having to tell him. When you started to grind your hips into his face, he entered another finger, never removing his lips from you. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting the spot that had you seeing stars, and you cried out his name.

A white hot tension began to build in your stomach, and you moved your hips faster, chasing your high.

“You’re close.” He said. It wasn’t a question but you nodded in response anyway. “Cum for me, beautiful.” He returned to licking and sucking at your clit until the tension in your stomach snapped and you were cumming on his fingers.

Once the aftershocks of your orgasm dissipated, you flipped him onto his back. You stood, pulling your skirt and panties off and throwing them onto the floor. He watched you, his hands behind his head. You pulled his pants off, and pressed kisses to his thighs. He slowly brushed your hair out of your face, collecting it into a messy ponytail at the back of your head as you made your way up his body.

With one quick movement, you took all of him into your throat, gagging a little bit on his length.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned, throwing his head back. “Can’t do this for long, I want to finish inside of you.”

You grabbed hold of the base of his cock, running your tongue up the length of him as he gripped the sheets. You wrapped your lips around him again, bobbing your head a few more times before you pulled away. He sighed at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going too far.” You smiled down at him as you moved to straddle his waist. He grabbed hold of your hips, helping you to grind down onto him.

“You want to be inside of me that badly?” You cooed, reaching down and lining him up with your entrance.

“Fuck,” He groaned, his body going tense as he tried not to thrust up into you.

“Tell me what you want, my love.” You sunk down a little, letting the tip slip inside of you.

“Stop teasing me, Y/N.” He growled.

“Then tell me what it is that you want.” You pulled yourself off of him again, and he mustered up his best glare.

“I want that pretty little pussy of yours wrapped around me.” He ground out, his voice hoarse. “I want to fuck you.”

“What’s the magic word?” You sunk down again, this time letting a couple of inches of him inside of you.

“Please?” He was starting to lose his patience. The thought excited you.

“Please, what?” You asked, pulling him out of you again.

“For the love of…” He was moving in a moment, throwing you back on the bed. Your body bounced for a moment, and then he was hovering over you again. You giggled at the simmering frustration in his eyes.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “No more teasing.” He licked the side of your neck before eyeing you for a moment, waiting for your consent. Always the gentleman.

“Please, Fenrys. Fuck me.”

That was all he needed to hear. A noise between a whine and a growl fell from his lips, and then he was pumping himself a few times as he lined up with your entrance.

“You ready, baby?” He asked.

When you nodded, he sunk into you. You clung to him as a satisfied moan left your lips. He leaned forward, kissing your forehead and cheeks before you nodded to him again, signaling him to move.

He pulled out a bit, bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders as he snapped his hips into yours.

“Gods, you are so fucking perfect.” He grunted out, each word accentuated by another thrust into you.

His dick hit your g-spot perfectly, causing your mouth to open in a silent cry, and your legs to shake. He reaches down to circle your clit again, hoping to draw another orgasm out of you before he finishes. He resists the urge to pin your hands above your head the way he normally did because the way that your hands were grabbing at his arms and chest, the way your nails were marking him, only brought his release closer and closer.

You gasp, shuddering underneath him. Your eyes screw shut as you feel the coil tighten inside of you again.

“Want to finish with you.” You gasp out.

He groans, but speeds up his thrusts, your pussy squeezing him in the best way. He is always so amazed at how incredible you feel.

A few more thrusts and you’re both coming undone. He collapses on top of you, his cock twitched with his release inside of you as your body shudders with your own.

“That was the best sex we have ever had.” He said, rolling off of you.

You whimpered at the loss of contact, but he pulled you into his chest, kissing the crown of your head.

“You say that every time.” You giggled, “We should get ready to go to dinner.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“In a few minutes.” He pulled the blanket over the two of you, his eyes fluttering closed. “Wanna just be with you for a minute.”

You smiled, cuddling into his side. He was right, dinner could wait. As his fingers traced shapes onto your bare hip, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep. You weren’t that hungry anyway.

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princess-of-riviaa · 2 years

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Just for the Crowd

Cavillmas Day 11: “Fake Dating”

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher) x Female reader

Shoutout to @cavillsthighs for being the mastermind behind this month’s planning of smut and fluff and everything in between 🥰

Summary: Geralt is a protector at heart. Even if that means lying to an entire country.

Warning(s): fake dating, tw mention of rape, reader is a lot shorter than Geralt, dirty thoughts, cliffhanger ending, mean ending (*laughs manically*), neither character is brave enough to confess their feelings, sexual tension

Word Count: 1629

You never stood a chance. The others whispered tales of his kind around campfires, sharing hellish stories of his slayings and instilling fear in every child. Even the bravest of men only dared to mention “his kind” in hushed whispers in the privacy of their homes. Everyone knew the stories and understood that any mention of him in your village meant locking your doors up as soon as possible.

But in the five years you’d known Geralt of Rivia, the most famous Witcher on this side of The Continent, you failed to understand all those stories you had heard as a little girl. He wasn’t who they claimed he was. Geralt was… well, he was everything.

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You gripped his sleeve tighter. Your knuckles were pale around the thick material of his suit, which was the color of a stormy sea. Sweat beaded down your back. It was difficult to get a steady breath in.

“You know I won’t let anything happen to you,” your witcher assured you.

You smiled at him, knowing it was true. There was nothing—monster nor man—that he would let get to you. Not tonight, at least. Not when he’d sworn to protect you.

But his words drifted to the back of your mind every time you glanced over at Aedion and the other men that seemed permanently stitched to his sides. As the Captain of the King’s Guard, Aedion Whitefeather of Nazair had reason to be arrogant. But no one—not even The Shadow, an honorary title he had given himself—had reason to force their way on others. There were whispers amongst the women at court that he was a skilled lover, patient and attentive even—until you said no to him. Then a switch flipped in him, and he became cruel and rough and unforgiving.

You had been one of a countless line of women who had experienced that side to him. The only difference was that he had shared your body with the soldiers that were always around him. Five men had finished inside of you by the time it all ended.

That had been a year ago. You still hadn’t fully healed from that treacherous night. You didn’t think you ever would. The ball that the royal family held for the upper-class members of their court forced you to finally be in the same room as him. The news had made you sick the first time.

Geralt had come through your city a week later. The two of you had met up—secretly, of course—to steal a few days with each other, something you only got to do every few months. Jaskier had been with him. That wasn’t a surprise to you. The Witcher and his bard had been journeying together for two years now. Jaskier had become like a distant brother to you. The three of you were friendly with each other, forcing you to swallow down the romantic feelings you had for Geralt.

But when they had seen you two weeks ago, they had recognized something was wrong right away. You struggled to get it out. Not just the part about the ball, but also the reason you were completely dreading being in the same place as The Shadow. Geralt had smashed the nearest wall when he heard your story; his Witcher strength sent a rippling crack through the concrete and the three of you had to sprint to the next street before the pub owner realized who had ruined half of his shop. Jaskier had held you, pressing you tightly to his chest as he promised that they would both be at that ball. Promising that you wouldn’t be alone for a single second that night.

Jaskier had come as the evening’s entertainment, mesmerizing the crowd with his voice.

Geralt, on the other hand, had come as your date. More specifically, as your betrothed. Lying with a Witcher was taboo, but marrying one… You didn’t mind the damage it would cause to your reputation, though. Not only would it make The Shadow terrified to go within twenty feet of you, but it would free you to act on your feelings for Geralt without him thinking anything of it. He would simply assume you were a skilled actress.

The band began to crescendo into a new song and Jaskier’s voice filled the room as he sung an upbeat tune. All around you, couples strode closer to the dance floor, moving in movements as fluid as the sea.

“Let’s dance,” you said, tugging on Geralt’s arm.

He didn’t move an inch. He gave a low hmm of disapproval.

You turned away from the dancing crowd, finally looking up at him. His hair, the color of an angel’s wings, was neatly combed and fell just past his shoulders. You glanced at the thin scar on the left side of his neck. It was carefully covered by his hair, but you could see it from where you stood. His golden eyes were locked on someone behind you. You didn’t have to guess who he was looking at. He had been staring The Shadow down all night. You had been grateful at first, and then amused as you watched The Shadow grow more nervous as the night wore on. But now you found yourself selfishly annoyed. You wanted his attention on you. It sounded petty but you couldn’t help it. Tonight was the one night you could act on your feelings and he was playing the stubborn guard dog.

“Geralt.” Your voice was low, his name a sigh on your lips.

The sound of his name brought his attention to you. The coldness in those stunning eyes turned to adoration. Wow. He was a good at this acting thing, too, if he so easily slipped into the role of tender lover.

He called your name in the same tone that you had used. It was sweet, loving.

You couldn’t stop the way your face burned. He had never used that voice with you. It felt like a caress against your cheek, a gentle kiss pressed against your forehead. It left you breathless.

“Can we dance?” you repeated when you finally remembered how to speak. “Please?” you added when you saw the way his expression morphed into disdain.

“I don’t dance.” His voice was a deep rumble, uncompromising.

You licked your lips. That voice… that was what you imagined late at night when your hand was between your legs. Using that tone as he whispered dirty things to you, his warm breath sending shivers down your body as he thrusted deep inside of you—

You shook your head, forcing yourself to shove those thoughts to the back of your mind.

“Please? For me?” You batted your eyes, giving him that look that he could never say no to. “One song,” you promised.

He huffed as he debated it in his mind. “I’m going to step on your toes.”

You smiled triumphantly as you took his hand and dragged him towards the open floor. “It’s a good thing I’m forgiving, then.”

It was a stretch for your hand to reach his shoulder. His fingers wrapped around yours and you tried not to think too long on the fact that his hand was so much bigger than yours. He wrapped his right hand around the curve of your waist and pulled you in closer to him. Your breath caught in your throat. That simple touch made your heart pound faster, louder, and you prayed he couldn’t smell the arousal dripping between your legs.

You forced yourself to move along the floor, stepping along with the beat. Geralt looked painfully uncomfortable. You fought back laughter. He gave you a look that said he wasn’t very happy that you were so amused by his uncomfortability. The music grew louder, steadily creeping towards the apex of the song. You took another step, and then another one, and then Geralt proved himself right—he stepped on the tip of your toes, applying enough pressure that you winced.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he rushed out.

You simply shook your head and continued the dance. “I would be holding a grudge if you weren’t so scary,” you joked.

Amusement filled Geralt’s eyes. He was confident that you held no ounce of fear towards him, though it had taken several years to convince him of it. It took even longer for him to accept it. He wasn’t used to people accepting him, let alone feeling safe and protected in his presence. You and Jaskier were the only two humans in the world who were calmed by his presence, and therefore the only two people he let his guard down around.

Your heartbeat matched the tempo of the music, rising and rising and rising—

Geralt pushed you out of his arms, spinning you around under his arm. He pulled you back into his arms as the band released the final note. Neither of you moved as you stared at each other. The end of the song had put you under some sort of trance. Both of your chests heaved with quick breaths, your mouths parted with words unspoken. There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t recognize—

And then he kissed you. It was soft, gentle, barely a whisper of a touch. One brush of his mouth against yours. Just enough to make you desperate for another taste. He pulled back before you could get enough, and when you looked back at him, that same unrecognizable look was in his eyes.

“That was just for the crowd, right?” Your voice shook with every word. “That wasn’t real?”

He opened his mouth, looking like he was about to confess something, but all he said was, “Right. All for the crowd.”

#geralt the witcher #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #henry cavill smut #geralt of rivia x y/n #geralt of rivia smut #geralt of rivia x reader #cavillmas

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queentala · 2 years

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MASTERLIST (update: 27th of August)

Multi-character (x reader)

Random headcanons

Rowan Whitethorn x reader

Rowan bedroom headcanons 🔥

After pain, always comes comfort

For you, everything

My world

Lorcan Salvaterre x reader

Lorcan bedroom headcanons 🔥

Death and Mist

Smut 🔥

Gavriel x reader

Gavriel bedroom headcanons 🔥

Rules (small addition to bedroom headcanons ⬆️) 🔥

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Fenrys bedroom headcanons 🔥(rewritten)

Being mates with Fenrys headcanons

Can you just fuck off? No.

Wounded puppy

The fountain (Fenrys x Dorian x reader)

Make me be your dumb little kitten 🔥

Aedion Ashryver x reader

Aedion’s Property

Dorian Havilliard x reader

The fountain (Fenrys x Dorian x reader)

Manon Blackbeak x reader

“Lovely” evening and sexy talk

Poly relationship with Manon and Asterin headcanons

Sleepy witchlings and soft blankets (Manon x reader x Asterin)

Asterin Blackbeak x reader

Poly relationship with Manon and Asterin headcanons

Sleepy witchlings and soft blankets (Manon x reader x Asterin)

Ruhn Danaan x reader

Dating Ruhn headcanons

Cassian x reader

Little moments like this

Hunt Athalar x reader

Calories

Poly relationship with:

Manon and Azriel

Lidia and Amren

Gavriel and Rowan

Fenrys and Aedion

Elide and Yrene

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your-fandom-fics-universe · 6 years

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Requests

The fandoms I’ll right for are:

1. Marvel

Bucky Barnes x reader

Steve Rogers x reader

Tony Stark x reader

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Peter Parker x reader

Peter Quill x reader

Clint Barton x reader

Sam Wilson x reader

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Stucky x reader

Sebastian Stan x reader

Chris Evans x reader

2. Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter x reader

Sirius Black x reader

Remus Lupin x reader

3. Fantastic Beasts

Newt Scamander x reader

Queenie Goldstein x reader

Jacob Kowalski x reader

4. Sarah J Maas

Feyre x Rhysand

Cassian x Nesta

Rowan x Aelin

Aedion x Lysandra

Dorian x Manon

Elaine x Lorcan

5. Merlin

Merlin x reader

Arthur x reader

Morgana x reader

Gwaine x reader

Percival x reader

*Please don’t request anything involving smut-not comfortable writing that kind of thing.*

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gothicbabydollz · 2 years

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We shouldn’t do this. Pt 1

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Pairings: best friends dad!Gavriel x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, age gap, oral (f receiving), grinding, fingering, a lot of kisses, fluff, reader is Aedion’s best friend

Summary: You and your best friend’s father finally act on the so very wrong feelings you have for one another

Word count: around 3.6k

a/n: finally wrote for the hubby. i am very happy

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“Tomorrow night. If you’re sure about this. Come find me.”

It took a long time for you to make up your mind. If you’re being honest, you still have doubts. Seeing Aedion’s boyish grin this morning, you had decided. You’d stay in your own room that night, sleep in your own bed and hope that his father’s ego isn’t too bruised by the rejection. It wouldn’t be. Gavriel isn’t that type of male. He’s just as conflicted about the situation as you are. Ever since you admitted your inexperience, he’s been reassuring, kind, inclined to help teach you the art of intimacy and seduction. It was your obvious attraction to one another which fueled you to open up to him like that in the first place. Neither could deny the longing stares and not-so subtle caresses. It was only a matter of time before the exchange in the kitchen took place- which left both you and Gavriel panting with desire into each other’s mouths. And despite him being your closest friends’ father, what you felt while alone with him, when his hands finally held your body as he whispered that he wouldn’t let himself go any further until you were really sure. Those feelings are why you’re slipping out of your room in the dark and quietly seeking out the older male.

Gavriel’s bedroom door swings open the moment you step in front of it and whatever speech you’d thought up on your venture here vanishes with the sight of him. He looks distraught, as if he was pacing while awaiting to see if you would show up or not. His sigh of relief settles your own churning stomach. He still wants you here. Gavriel moves aside to let you step into his personal chambers, you catch his eyebrows softening before you duck your head to stare at the floor. The door clicks shut. This is it.

Moments pass where all you can focus on is the males’ heavy breathing. You recall how good it felt fanning across the skin of your neck, hot and wet, it makes you want to squirm on the spot. Gavriel speaks your name, and your attention is instantly brought back to reality, “Look at me.” You do. Slowly turning and raising your gaze to take him in. The pants, low on his waist make your mouth go dry. The centuries of training are evident in his toned stomach, his broad chest and huge arms, covered in dark tattoos. Gods, he’s so big compared to you. That fact twists somewhere deep in your tummy. Admiring the ink covering that beautiful neck of his, you want nothing more than to drag your tongue over each marking and find out every meaning behind them. The images in your head are so intense, you force your eyes to his face. Which is just as breathtakingly handsome. You swallow, finding the hint of a smirk on Gavriel’s lips, having seen and smelt every reaction you’ve had to his appearance. Although, his eyes are gentle. They stay that way when he takes one step towards you to cup your face in large palms, tilting your head up so that he can lean down and rest his forehead against yours. “You came.”

You can’t help but smile, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His thumbs stroke your cheeks, “You’re ruining me already, pretty girl.” His words draw a quiet chuckle from your mouth, yet the smile is soon wiped from your face at the serious look on his. “Tell me this is wrong,” Gavriel sighs, his piercing eyes never leaving yours. You inch closer, body pressing flush against his, “This is wrong.” You repeat. You can feel his heart beating in time with your own, “Tell me we shouldn’t do this,” Gavriel’s voice has dropped to a whisper. You blink, pausing before letting your hands settle on his hips. There’s truth in your words, both of you aware of what could go wrong if you proceed any further, “We shouldn’t do this.” He nods causing his nose to brush yours. “So, tell me to walk away. Tell me to step back and let you leave so we can forget this. Tell me not to want you and we can go about our regular lives. Tell me, little one. Tell me not to need you.”

Your mouth opens but the words get stuck. “I…” Your eyes are darting across his face, trying desperately to decipher his expression, to figure out if this is a line you really want to cross. “I can’t.”

A heartbeat passes before Gavriel claims your mouth with his own. A gasp. A moan. You’re not sure- escapes your throat. Gavriel smiles against your lips, kissing you once, twice, three times and then his arm is wrapping around your waist. You giggle as he buries his face into your neck, nuzzling and inhaling your scent. You’re infatuated by this male, spun tightly around his finger. He’s guiding you towards the bed, taking slow steps backwards, pulling you gently with him. You bite your lip with a groan, you’re aching for him. Anticipation crawls over every inch of your skin.

The tension returns as soon as you fall into Gavriel’s lap. You’re straddling his thighs, completely lost for breath as you stare down at him. Lust consumes both you and Gavriel. It swims in those darkened eyes; it’s written across his face. You can feel it, stiff against your center as you settle fully onto his lap. Heat pulses between your legs. You’ve felt it before when you’re alone but never like this, never this overwhelming. Arousal takes control of your senses, and you pounce like a kitten chasing after wool. Your lips crash against his, molding perfectly together. Gavriel entertains your need for a little while, allowing your tongue to slide around his. Then he’s once again cupping your face, mumbling into your mouth. “Easy, little one,” His thumb rubs back and forth over your jaw, relaxing your movements, urging you to slow. “Take it slow,” He speaks between kisses. Softer, slower and sloppier kisses, “That’s it.” His lips move sensually against your own. His tongue feels like paradise in your mouth. You’re becoming drunk off his taste. It’s wet. It’s loud. “Good girl.”

You whimper. Gavriel’s lips leave yours and you almost whine from the loss. Yet you stop yourself when you feel those warm lips begin to explore your sensitive neck. Your head tilts back on instinct to give him more access. “You like that,” The older male whispers against your skin, “I can feel your little cunt pulsing.” His vulgar language makes you gasp; you feel as though you’d explode if he keeps talking that way. You want more. “Are you my good girl, little one?” His tongue strokes a spot beneath your ear which has you pressing your heat against his hardness with a soft mewl of confirmation. “You’re going to listen to me, aren’t you? You’re going to let me devour you.” His last words are a lion’s purr. It causes chills to run across your body as you clutch his shoulders. “Yes,” You’re a whimpering mess. The perfect prey. “Please…it hurts.”

“I know, little one,” Gavriel lifts his head, “I’m going to take care of you.” His fingers reach the knot at the front of your short, thin, robe, ever so slowly undoing the bow which keeps your body concealed from him. He holds his breath as he slips the fabric from your shoulders, like he’s unprepared for the sight of your naked form. Gavriel takes in your body with a pained groan, his forehead falls to your shoulder, soft hair tickling your skin. “You’re going to kill me, pretty girl.” Your heart is racing from being so exposed to the older male, you can barely breathe yet you attempt a chuckle. “Maybe you’re just getting old.” Gavriel nips at your skin with a playful growl, and you soon find yourself flipped underneath the large male. Your head lays comfortably on the pillow covered in his scent as he cages you in.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, resting between your legs while he examines every bare and intimate inch of you. Burning under his gaze, you attempt to cover yourself. Your face. Your breasts. Being so completely exposed is making you feel things you never have before. Your heart is in your throat. Your sex is seeping with arousal. It’s overwhelming.

Gavriel catches your wrists, and places them above your head. Your thighs squeeze his waist, trying to ease the unbearable heat. Gavriel releases an amused huff, “Don’t hide from me,” his head dips, nose prodding at your jaw, “Never hide from me.” You can’t speak when his lips feel so good on your skin, kissing a slow trail along your throat. So, you hum. You hum your acknowledgment while he suckles on your neck. You shiver as his canines scrape against your skin, so sharp, they could pierce you with a single bite. A part of you wishes for it, for your best friend’s father to claim you as his right here and now. You whine, arms straining until Gavriel releases his hold on your wrists. Taking his face in your hands, you pull his lips back to your own, kissing him with the passion of every unspoken feeling you have. He reciprocates, burying his fingers in your hair and pressing his body weight onto you. A groan passes into your mouth when your hips grind up against his front. You can feel his hard length through the confines of his pants, which are most likely stained with your slick as you shamelessly rut against each other like dogs in heat. Neither of you care. You just want one another. Need each other. “Please,” You moan into his mouth, “Touch me. Teach me how to feel good. Please, I can’t take it any longer.”

Gavriel finds the strength to tear away from you, shuffling down you body to reconnect his lips to your valley of your breasts. It’s as if he can’t go for too long without his mouth on you. “I know, little one. I can’t either,” He sighs, hands sliding up your waist to cup your breasts. You arch at the contact, threating your own fingers into those golden locks as you watch him knead and kiss the plump flesh. “You’ve got me hooked,” Gavriel admits, licking a hot, wet stripe over your nipple. The feeling drives you wild. “I can’t think knowing I’m the first to touch your perfect little body like this.” He sounds tormented, “And gods, honey, I won’t be able to stop once I get a taste of you.” Gavriel sucks your nipple to a taut bud, his tongue swirling around the peak. Your sex tightens around nothing as sparks of pleasure shoot between your legs, causing you to grow more desperate by the second. He switches back and forth between your breasts, giving both equal amounts of attention from his mouth and fingers. He’s suckling and pinching. He’s licking and squeezing. All while you bask in his words. The words you both know he shouldn’t have said. Because Gavriel is right. Once you get a taste of each other, neither will ever be fulfilled. Yet you can’t fight off your need for him. You’re drawn to him in a way you don’t quite understand. And you don’t think he does either.

You feel his lips begin to wander, starting a slow path down your stomach. It makes each breath you release tremble. Gavriel’s eyes flick up to your face, and he smiles when he finds you already watching him. His hands travel down to your thighs, he pushes them further apart to make room for the large expanse of his shoulders. “I promise I’m a better teacher than this, little one. But if I don’t get my mouth on that sweet cunt of yours soon, I’ll…” He trails off into a breathy chuckle while you whine softly at his words, your tummy twisting in arousal. Squirming beneath him, “You can’t say things like that,” you’re pouting as you gaze down at him, “You’re going to break me.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Gavriel hums with a hint of smugness. He finally settles between your legs, and you swear, you can hear as the breath leaves his lungs. His eyes are on the most intimate parts of you, he curses while admiring your cunt, dripping with need. Gavriel curses, trailing his fingers up the insides of your thighs to spread your folds with his thumbs. “You’re soaking. Is this all for me, little one?” His voice is raspy, soaked with lust. He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, so close yet so far away from where you want him. You nod your head, knowing he’s looking up at you. He continues mouthing the flesh of your thighs, “Do you always get this wet?” Your skin heats at his question. You’ve been wet since you walked into his room, and every touch, word, kiss has only added to the dampness between your legs. You whisper, “I don’t know.” Gavriel chuckles quietly, inching closer and closer to your pulsing sex with each kiss. You hear him inhale, “You smell so sweet, honey.”

Your body reacts the moment Gavriel’s tongue meets your sensitive cunt. Your back arches and your mouth drops open in a silent moan. Gavriel licks a slow line up your heat and groans. His head falls to your thigh, as if he’s regaining his composure. “I’m never going to get enough of your taste, little one,” He sighs before diving back in, he laps at your folds with soft strokes of his tongue. A whine falls from your lips as your thighs try to close around his head. It feels so good, better than you had ever expected. You can tell from each flick of his tongue that Gavriel knows what he’s doing. He’s going to make you explode in a state of euphoria.

You moan out when his lips close around your clit, he suckles, and your tummy tightens from the feeling. You reach for him, needing something to ground you while you experience the pleasure he’s giving you. Gavriel’s mouth never falters as he interlocks his fingers with yours, letting you squeeze his hands. He’s groaning, grunting, while he buries his face into your cunt, licking all of you. He dips his tongue inside you and your hips begin to rock on their own accord. You clench around the wet muscle as it pumps gently and out of you. His nose nudges your clit with each grind of your hips against his face. You whine, “Gods, Gavriel,” You’re breathless, “That feels so good.” You tell him when his tongue returns to your throbbing clit. He circles the bud, winding up a coil in the pit of your tummy as he does so. “Keep doing that. Please, please, please.” He does. Gavriel sucks on your clit, he flicks his tongue in intricate patterns, he occasionally scraps his teeth over the sensitive bud just to growl when your hips buck against his face. At one point, you caught onto him spelling his name with his tongue while he toyed with your clit, and it felt so good. If you weren’t moments away from snapping, you’d call him a territorial fae bastard. But you’re so close, there’s a tight feeling in your stomach, one you’ve never had before. It excites you. It scares you.

Gavriel releases one of your hands to slide between your legs. While his tongue swirls around your clit, he slides a finger up and down the length of your cunt, coating his skin in your slick. You have to slap your free hand over your mouth when his finger enters you. You’re afraid of being too loud, at risk of Aedion hearing you moaning while his father feasts on you like you’re his last meal. Gavriel pumps his finger before sliding a second into you. The intrusion causes you to tighten around his fingers, and you notice Gavriel’s eyes fluttering. You moan into the palm of your hand as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them each time his knuckles press against you. The pads of his fingertips prod at your velvety walls, searching for something. And when he finds it? Your teeth bite into your skin to conceal the whine attempting to claw out of your throat. Your back arches off the bed, part of you wanting to get away from the intense feeling, another part never wanting him to stop. You’re squeezing his hand tightly, afraid to let go.

You’re whimpering softly as the feeling in the pit of your belly becomes more and more unbearable. Your legs are quivering on his shoulders. His mouth sucking and licking your clit as his fingers thrust into your cunt are causing bright lights to blur your vision. You feel as though you’re about to break into tiny little pieces. “Gavriel, I…” You warn him as your back begins arching off the bed. Gavriel moans into your cunt, he suckles harder, and you mewl louder. He tightens his grip on your hand, as if urging you to let go. To let it all go for him.

You can’t help the cry that tumbles from your lips as you finally break. Pleasure washes over your entire body, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You still as your climax rakes through you, cunt clenching wildly around Gavriel’s fingers as he continues to pump them into you. Slower now, just to help you ride out every feeling in your body. You can feel his tongue lapping around his digits, drinking down your cum as it gushes from you. When you remember to breathe, it comes out heavy, you’re panting, worn out from the intensity of your orgasm. You look down at the male, finding him already gazing up at you. His eyes are wide, pupils blown with lust. “There’s my good girl,” He pulls his fingers out of you, the loss making your whimper quietly. Gavriel laps softly at your folds, cleaning up the mess you made for him.

You miss his warmth between your legs as Gavriel sits back on his haunches, but every thought leaves your mind when you watch him slide his fingers into his mouth. The fingers that were previously knuckle deep inside of you. He sucks them clean before reaching for you. He pulls you into him with ease, your arms winding around his neck. Gavriel kisses you softly, his tongue sliding slowly into your mouth. You can taste yourself on him and your cheeks heat as you’re reminded of what he did to your body mere moments ago. “You’re such a good girl, little one,” He strokes the length of your spine, “You did so well for me.” The praise makes you hide your face in his neck, nuzzling into his warm skin. “How’d you feel?” He asks, pressing his nose into your hair. All you can manage is a soft chuckle, smiling against the side of his throat. “Does it always feel like that?”

“Yes, it does, honey.” Gavriel kisses the top of your head before pulling back, allowing him to look down at you. “Now, you need to sleep. You’re all tired out.” He cups your face, brushing his thumb over your lips, still swollen from kissing him. His face has softened, he’s back to his over caring nature. Anxiety prickles your skin, scared you weren’t good enough for him to want to continue. “But…you haven’t…” You risk a glance down to where his still hard length bulges through his pants. Gavriel shakes his head, “Don’t worry about me, little one.” He can read the worry on your face, and leans down to nose at your jaw, “Believe me, I want to. But we’re taking this slow, remember? I’m not rushing you into anything you’re not ready for.” You nod your understanding, yet a pout still forms on your lips as you mumble, “I’m ready.”

That makes Gavriel smile, and he shakes his head in amusement, “Ready to sleep. It’s late.” You press your lips to his one last time, you’re reluctant to pull away. Every time his mouth is on you, it’s as though you’re drunk. Yet you slip out of his lap to grab your robe, discarded on the floor by the end of the bed. “I never said anything about you leaving, little one.”

You turn to him; eyebrows raised and rode still hanging from your grip. You think for a moment. Spending the night with your best friend’s father seems wrong, almost worse than sleeping with him. “We shouldn’t,” You whisper. It’s silent for a while but you can’t force yourself to do anything other than stand naked at the foot of his bed. Eventually, he sighs, “I just had my head between your thighs. Do you think we should have done that?” You perk up, practically gawking at him. Gavriel stares back, smiling softly at you. Thankful he’s not angry, you sigh in defeat, matching his smile and letting the item of clothing in your hand fall to the floor.

You climb back onto the bed, instantly finding yourself back in Gavriel’s embrace. You should’ve left. But the male beside you has you completely wrapped around his finger. And you find yourself secretly happy to be sleeping in his bed.

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gothicbabydollz · 2 years

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omg you ask Aedion to train you and its going well and Gavriel loses his shit every time he looks out the window and sees you there, panting and sweaty. and one day he’s outside with you guys and it distracts you. and you accidentally get hurt and Aedion is quickly apologizing, already assessing where you’re hurt and how to fix it. but Gavriel comes over and is pissed at his son and tells him to get out of the way. And as soon as he looks at you and sees the tears you’re trying to hold back and you give him a broken “it’s okay” his face softens and he’s like “c’mere”. he’s so soft and gentle with you, heals you, and then picks you up bridal style to carry you inside, not before casting one more glare at his son. And he’d make you stay over so he can dote on you some more.

I uh- got a little carried away

Imagine when a tear does slip down your cheek, Gavriel’s already there, his thumb brushing over your skin, wiping it away. “You’re gonna be okay, honey. Just a little longer,” He says softer than silk. You’re gazing up at him with those wide, teary eyes, you have so much trust in him. Gavriel doesn’t want to look away, he feels as though he could spend hours staring into your pretty eyes. But that gash on your thigh is deeper than expected. Gavriel shouts something over to Aedion, still apologising despite you assuring him it’s fine, accidents happen. Too busy admiring the older male, you can barely make out what he’s saying, something about telling Aedion to head into town, pick up herbs and salves for your leg.

Your friend jogs off. Leaving you alone with his father for gods knows how long. Not that you mind one bit. You’re almost grateful. You didn’t miss how Gavriel’s eyes were roaming your body while you were training, the way he’s been looking at you for months now. You’re brought back too when Gavriel’s hand cups your thigh. You gasp. Neither of you knowing whether it’s from the pain or the contact. “You’re doing so well,” He tells you, the praise twisting deep in your belly and you have to bite your lip in attempt to calm yourself. You’re unaware that Gavriel could hear the way your heart began racing. He smiles to himself, finishing up your leg.

Before you know it, you’re being scooped into his arms and carried towards the house. Clutching onto him, you laugh quietly, “I-I can walk. It doesn’t hurt much.” Gavriel looks at you, his stare making your skin feel hot, there’s a hint of a smirk on his lips. “You really want me to put you down?” You keep quiet, answering him by hiding your face in his shoulder. “Thought so.”

You’re still smiling when Gavriel sets you down on the kitchen counter. He’s so close, standing between your legs while he massages the spot on your thigh where the slash once was. You can’t tell if this is real or if you’re dreaming. “Are you okay?” He checks, free hand cupping your face. You nod, too focused on the way his hands feel on you. Images of him touching you in other ways, in more intimate places are flashing through your mind. “I need words, little one. Gotta let me know how you’re feeling.” Nodding again, you wet your lips, Gavriel’s eyes briefly tearing away from yours to watch the action. “I’m okay, I promise,” You cover his hand with yours, “Thank you.”

“Good girl.” Gavriel smiles, hearing the whimper that escapes you in response, “Do you need anything?” Your thumb strokes the back of his hand, a wave of confidence washing over you. “Just you.” Gavriel steps closer, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly. He tilts your head back, you can feel his breath fanning across your face. “Is that right?” He doesn’t give you time to respond, leaning in to capture your lips with his. You grip the edge of the countertop, truly believing that your heart has stopped working.

He’s so gentle, kissing you softly, slowly, making sure you’re comfortable with his mouth on yours. And gods you are, you’ve wanted this for so long. When Gavriel’s tongue finally sweeps past your lips, you can’t help but moan. With that assurance, he kisses you deeper, harder. Your arms wind their away around Gavriel’s neck as he guides you, tastes you, his tongue exploring your mouth. His arm wraps around your waist, dragging your body closer to him, you can feel his warmth spreading across you. He’s everywhere. You never want to stop kissing him. You don’t care that he’s your best friend’s father. Not when his mouth feels this good moulding against yours.

Gavriel pulls his mouth away from yours when he feels your thighs squeezing his hips in your attempt to relieve the pulsing between your legs. “I can’t- we can’t,” He drops his head to your shoulder, the both of you panting heavily. You shiver, the male planting a kiss to the side of your neck. “Aedion’s going to be home soon,” Gavriel reminds you, lifting his head. He takes your jaw in his hand, gently turning your head so you’re looking at him. His eyes are dark. Serious. “And trust me when I say this, little one. When I have you for the first time, I want to spend hours taking you apart. On my fingers, on my tongue. And then we’ll see if you’re really ready to take an older male.”

#drabbles ❥#bsfd!gavriel #bsf!dad!gavriel #gavriel x reader #gavriel tog #gavriel throne of glass #aedions best friend x gavriel #gavriel x you #gavriel smut #gavriel x reader smut #throne of glass imagines #throne of glass x reader

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Here's my Throne of Glass masterlist! I'll keep my posts linked here🩶

✨= fluff

❤️‍🔥= smut

💧= angst

💥 = action (ka-pow!)

Manon

❤️‍🔥My Girl (Manon x Reader)

✨Roar of the Wind (Manon x Reader)

✨Lead the Way (Manon x Reader)

💧✨ Balance (Manon x Reader)

💧✨Beloved (Manon x Reader)

💧✨ In Your Corner (Manon x Reader)

✨Lift Me Up (Manon x Reader)

✨Golden (Manon x Reader)

Dorian

💧✨❤️‍🔥King's Queen (Dorian x Reader)

💧✨❤️‍🔥 Masquerade (Dorian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Phantom Touch (Dorian x Reader)

💧✨Distraction (Dorian x Reader)

✨The Bet (Dorian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥NSFW Headcanons

Aelin

✨All I Want for Yulemas (Aelin x Reader)

Aedion

❤️‍🔥Serenity (Aedion x Reader)

Asterin

✨Taking Flight (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Get a Room (Asterin x Reader)

✨Getting Lost (Asterin x Reader)

✨Keeping Secrets (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Stress Relief (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥One Bed (Asterin x Reader)

Vesta

✨New Beginnings (Vesta x Reader)

Gavriel

💧✨Always Yours (Gavriel x Reader)

✨Mine (Gavriel x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Every Part (Gavriel x Reader)

Fenrys

❤️‍🔥Wild Things (Fenrys x Reader)

💧💥 ✨Reunited (Fenrys x Reader)

↳ Part 2 Part 3

💧✨Hope Reborn (Fenrys x Reader)

Lorcan

✨Flawless (Lorcan x Reader)

❤️‍🔥So Lorcan DID (Lorcan x Reader)

✨When You’re Sick Headcanons

Elide

💧✨❤️‍🔥Solstice Confessions (Elide x Reader)

Poly Fics

✨Protective Instincts (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Puppy Love (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Get Clean (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Better Mood (Manorian x Reader)

💧✨❤️‍🔥Attention, Please (Manon x Reader x Asterin)

✨ Cold Hands, Warm Heart (Manon x Reader x Asterin)

✨Any Excuse (Asterin x Reader x Sorrel)

✨Lucky Me (Asterin x Reader x Vesta)

✨We Have Now (Elorcan x Reader)

💧Meant to Be (dark!Manorian x Reader)

↳ Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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throneofsapphics · 9 months

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have your little girlfriend

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: “You look so pretty with that blush. I wonder how far-”

“Not here.” Y/n interrupted, placing a finger to her lips. Aelin nipped at it with her canines, but kept her mouth shut.

Word Count: ~3.4k

Warnings: mostly smut, slightly dark Aelin, possessiveness, light d/s dynamics, minors dni please!

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Aelin took off a few hours early, Rowan staying behind to finish up negotiations with Darrow and the rest of the council. He could manage an afternoon with them, she’d reasoned. Besides, she’d barely seen her girlfriend in the last few months, all of them being busy. Y/n was making preparations for Yulemas, stocking up on the crafts and chocolates she’d make for her market stall. Aelin still doesn’t get how people will brave the markets in the middle of Terrasen winters, but Y/n is out there every Saturday, without fail. And every Saturday she can, she goes to visit and pretends to be a stranger inspecting the wares.

Hopefully she timed it right, in theory she’d arrive just before closing. Her cloak pulled tight around her, she took to the streets. The day is milder than usual, just a chilly breeze flowing through.

Y/n was distracted, speaking with someone at the far end of her table, and Aelin snuck around to the other side, picking up a small box of chocolates and pretending to examine them. One of the sellers - Edde - on the other side caught her gaze, giving her a small grin. They were used to her antics by now.

“How much for these?” She asked, after the person had walked away. Y/n’s face lit up, her nose red and cheeks red from the cold.

“For you?” She took the box from her hands, squinting at it. “Three silvers.”

Aelin pretended to look outraged, “That’s robbery.” She narrowed her eyes, fighting the smile that crept on her face.

“If you can’t afford them,” Y/n moved the box to the side. “Just say so,” She shrugged.

Aelin rolled her eyes. “What about this?” She asked, picking up a small ornament. A delicately carved wooden snowflake, painted white with small blue swirls. She ran her fingers over it - all completely smooth, not a rough edge on it. She noticed the rest of the table was nearly all bare - y/n must’ve had a busy day, although she’s not surprised.

“Free, for you.”

“A snowflake, but not chocolates?” Aelin pouted as Y/n leaned her hip against the table.

“If you don’t want it..” she began, reaching her hand out, palm up.

Aelin snatched it back, sliding it into her pocket. “No, I’ll keep it.” Still, she tossed a few silver coins on the table, which Y/n picked up, and shoved back at her. That fight again. They did this little dance every time. A few silvers seemed to bounce between them. If she didn’t take them back, they’d show up in her pocket, on her desk, in a drawer; anywhere she could find them. And places y/n hadn’t been. Sometimes she wondered if she bribed Fenrys or Aedion to return them.

She pushed the open hand away, and Y/n huffed, handing her a box of chocolates instead. Those, she accepted without complaint and started eating as Y/n began packing up for the rest of the day. Chocolate and Hazelnut. Aelin fought the urge to moan loudly. The market had begun to empty around them but a few other seller’s remained, all packing things up.

“All set.” Y/n announced, dusting her hands off. Everything was loaded onto a small cart with a handle. “Can I expect a shadow on my way home?”

“Of course,” she answered - the words muffled by the chocolate in her mouth. “Are you going to let me help this time?”

“No.”

“It was one time.” Just once, Aelin had knocked the entire cart over, boxes of chocolates spilling into the dirt. Y/n had laughed it off, but never let her help again. That included loading any merchandise. Rowan could help, but Aelin? As soon as she got close to it, her hands were swatted away.

Y/n leaned over the table, licking her thumb before brushing it over the corner of Aelin’s mouth. “You had something there.” Quicker than the other female could react, Aelin caught her hand, sucking her thumb into her mouth.

Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing. “There’s still people.” She hissed, looking around furtively.

“Just cleaning up,” she released her finger with a smirk. “You look so pretty with that blush. I wonder how far-”

“Not here.” Y/n interrupted, placing a finger to her lips. Aelin nipped at it with her canines, but kept her mouth shut.

Aelin played the long game. She knew she wanted Y/n as soon as she saw her, and brought Rowan in on it as well. He was amused by the entire thing, and told her to ‘have her little girlfriend,’ even though he enjoyed her presence as well. And watching the two of them occasionally. Maybe it made her a bit possessive, but any time Rowan was around her, she was there as well. Any time he touched her, Aelin was directing the show, speaking into his mind. She had a feeling Rowan liked being told what to do sometimes.

Y/n, on the other hand, completely submitted to her. For the most part. She’d melt under her touch, blush at any little thing Aelin did to tease her, and look at her with adoring eyes that made her heart flutter.

She remembers vividly the first time she got to touch her in all of the ways she’d dreamed about.

She whimpered under Aelin’s touch, her head propped up on a pillow while Aelin sucked gently at her nipple.

She glanced nervously at Rowan in the corner, but before she could catch any reaction from him, Aelin’s fingers gripped her chin and turned her focus back to her.

“Look at me. Not him.” She said in a low voice, her hand drifted to the back of her head, twining her hair between her fingers before pressing her lips against hers. Her grip tightened, and Y/n’s let out a soft moan, lips parting slightly to let Aelin bite her bottom lip. It was like everything went silent – the rest of the world drowned out. All Y/n could feel was her soft lips and the gentle pressure of her chest and body melting into hers. Her hands stroked Aelin’s shoulders, trailing down her back with light and gentle touches. When she got the chance, she nipped at Aelin’s bottom lip. Her hand immediately moved from the back of her head to her neck, squeezing gently.

Y/n’s core throbbed and her heart rate went up. She could feel the smirk on the Queen’s face, and saw it when she moved to straddle her legs.

She tried to sit up, but Aelin clicked her tongue and pushed her shoulders back down, one hand grabbing both of her wrists before pinning them above her head. “Can you keep them there, or will I have to tie them to the headboard?”

She shook her head.

“Words,” Aelin purred, flicking her nipple.

“I can keep them there.” Y/n breathed, whimpering slightly from the touch.

“How good.” Rowan spoke for the first time. “I wonder how long that will last.”

Y/n looked back and forth rapidly between him and Aelin. “Rowan.” She said, her voice a warning, “eyes on me, sweet thing.” Her thumb dragged across her cheek before she pressed her fingertips against y/n’s mouth. Her lips parted, and Aelin’s fingers pushed her. Y/n’s tongue swirled around them, tasting the faint hint of chocolate from earlier.

Aelin’s breaths grew heavier, her eyes glazed with lust, but she kept leaving feather light strokes on her body, never touching exactly where she knew the female wanted.

“So sensitive,” she teased when Y/n keened into her, her nails dragging down her front, skirting her breasts.

Aelin watched as her control slipped, her hands shifting, fighting the urge to reach down and touch her.

Finally, she caved and her hands moved, reaching down to touch Aelin, but before she could reach her - Rowan was there, one of his hands snatching both of hers and pulling them back above her body.

“I believe she told you to keep them above your head, are you not capable of listening?” His voice was a low growl as his lips lowered to brush over her ear.

“I’m sure it was an accident, wasn’t it darling?”

She nodded rapidly.

“Words.” Rowan said this time, his hand squeezing around her wrists.

Don’t scare her. Aelin said directly to him. He ignored her.

“It was an accident,” Y/n blurted out, her chest starting to turn red as well. An ice kissed wind wrapped around her wrists as Rowan removed his hand, taking a few steps back to observe again.

You want her. Don’t you? Aelin purred.

I’m only making sure she listens.

Aelin would’ve rolled her eyes if she wasn’t focused on the sight in front of her. Finally, she gently squeezed one of y/n’s nipples twisting slightly and thoroughly enjoying the gasp that left her lips. Desire built in her own stomach as she watched her come undone.

She gave her no warning as she shifted, pushing one of y/n’s legs up next to her chest and plunged two fingers directly in her.

“Gods Aelin,” she moaned, head thrown back, but her hands didn’t move an inch - a few words from Rowan had her obeying perfectly, Aelin noted that for later.

One of Aelin’s hands pressed down against her stomach to pin her to the mattress while the other one absolutely destroyed her. “So pretty, falling apart on my fingers, hm?” she teased her. Y/n could only whimper in reply, an orgasm quickly approaching. “Go on,” Aelin coached, “fall apart for me.” And she did - finishing with a loud moan as Aelin continued fucking her through it.

‘Gods gods gods’ y/n thought, but couldn’t speak as words were lost to her.

“Please, it’s too much.” Y/n managed to say after the third one. Her body writhing, almost shying away from her touch.

“You can take it,” Aelin demanded, “one more for me, sweet thing,” and she leaned down, digging her canines into the soft skin of y/n’s inner thigh as she screamed, releasing barrelling through her as she clenched tightly around her fingers - tight enough Aelin almost hissed.

“Such a good girl,” She purred, finally giving her abused cunt a break. “You can move your hands now.”

She did, making grabby motions at Aelin to come up closer to her.

“Can I touch you, please?” She nearly begged.

Aelin’s eyes gleamed, “I suppose,’ she drawled and shifted up, lowering herself over y/n’s face and enjoying the surprised look on her face. She got over the surprise quickly, and wrapped her arms around Aelin’s thighs, giving small kitten licks to her clit.

“You taste how wet I am?” Aelin moaned, “all for you, love.”

Y/n moaned, letting the vibrations soar through her body before sucking on her clit. It didn’t take long before Aelin was grinding against her face, using y/n’s flattened tongue to bring herself to release. Her hand gripped Y/n’s hair, her thighs squeezing around her head as she rained praises on her.

Panting heavily, Aelin climbed off, leaning down so she could kiss y/n and taste herself on her mouth. Y/n let out a contented sigh, melting into her. Their bodies glistened as they pressed together, legs tangled up.

“I hope you didn’t think we were done,” Aelin said, and nudged her chin to Rowan. “He hasn’t gotten to taste your sweet little pussy yet.” Y/n, bless her, whimpered as she glanced towards the brooding Fae male - trembling with restraint, pupils blown wide. “I’m kidding,” Aelin murmured, “he doesn’t get you yet.” The resounding growl rumbling through her mind had Aelin hiding a smile.

Aelin’s streak for voyeurism always put her on edge. A good one, but still on edge. She could feel her heart racing, cheeks flushing bright pink, and something starting to coil in her stomach. She turned away immediately, like the wind might hide her scent. By Aelin’s small laugh, she knows her girlfriend’s already noticed it.

Girlfriend. That was still new. Well, new for an immortal. Aelin saw her one day, while she and Rowan were walking through the market - nearly everyone gawking at them, and stopped by her stall and bought some chocolates - insisting she pay for them. Y/n had been a stuttering mess, and she seemed amused by it. Then, Aelin started coming every Saturday she was there, having a knack for showing up just before she packed up. Rowan would wait patiently with a vaguely amused expression on his face. They started staying longer and longer, asking her more about herself and her life. After a year, Y/n finally asked Aelin why, one day when Rowan hadn’t come. In the beginning, she found the Queen much less intimidating.

“You make the best chocolates,” she’d shrugged, with a half smile curving her lips. Y/n knew that was a lie. There were expert chocolatiers in Orynth with decades of experience on her, but she took the compliment anyways and thanked the Queen.

Once, she’d been sick for a few weeks, and missed three weekends. Aelin had asked around, found out she was ill, and showed up at her home with a get-well basket. One of the sellers told me about it the first weekend she was back, hiding her mouth behind her hand like a gossiping schoolgirl.

Ever since she showed up at her home, things escalated from there. They’d offer to walk her home. Most of the time it was both of them, but Rowan never came without Aelin. She found herself looking forward to seeing them, and had to fight the small urge of disappointment when they couldn’t make it. There was no way of telling whether or not they’d be there, but she always lingered until the last minute - until she was the only vendor remaining, before packing up to go. She could’ve sworn a white-tailed hawk had followed her home a time or two.

“Let’s go,” Y/n smiled at where Aelin was still licking her fingers, and held out her hand for the empty box. Aelin ignored it, lacing their fingers together. “I can’t pull this one handed,” she protested weakly, and Aelin switched so her arm would wrap lazily around her shoulders. Warm heat caressed both of them on their way home, keeping her at a comfortable temperature despite the wicked chill outside. They finally made it back to her place to find the one and only Rowan Whitethorn leaning against her doorway.

“How did I know this is where you’d sneak off to?” He asked Aelin and the Queen leaned up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. He deepened it, one hand burying itself in those golden strands, and Y/n snorted before skirting down the small alleyway towards the shed where she stored everything. She had half a mind to enter through the backdoor and lock the two lovebirds out, but Aelin would only pick the lock. Maybe she would, just to see how long it would take them to notice. Less than five minutes later, her front door clicked open, revealing a glowering Aelin.

“Leaving us in the cold.” She tutted, sauntering inside.

Rowan stood by the door, assessing.

Y/n cocked her head and gave him a once over, “you can come in, your Highness.” She said mildly. His eyes flared, but she turned her back, starting on tea. Rowan had always been reserved around her in comparison to Aelin - who currently had her arms wrapped around her waist, peppering kisses on her neck. She’d asked Aelin why once,

“Because you’re mine.” She answered with a grin, but pure possession laced her tone. “Mostly mine.” She amended after seeing Y/n’s furrowed brow.

“What would you do if I told you to get on your knees?” Y/n let out a small yelp, and only Aelin’s quick hands kept the kettle from crashing to the ground.

“Gods, Aelin.” She groaned.

“That didn’t answer my question.” She nipped harshly at her ear, drawing a discontented grumble out of her and Aelin’s arms tightened around her.

“Are you going to make her ask twice?” Rowan demanded from the side. Aelin’s arms were tight enough around her she couldn’t jump again. Y/n rolled her eyes, enjoying the way the male seethed.

“We’ve both asked you a question now.” Nimble fingers pinched her hip.

“Ouch.”

“And you still haven’t answered it.” Aelin’s lips grazed her ear. “What am I going to do about you?” Y/n whimpered. “Should I turn you over to him?” She stiffened, gaze naturally looking towards Rowan - who’s eyes flashed, promising something she’d either hate or love. Maybe both. She scented his arousal, and forced amusement into her eyes, trying to fight down the small bit of fear.

Aelin’s hand formed a necklace around her throat. “He loves brats like you.” She squeezed gently. An involuntary shiver ran through her body.

“I doubt he’s willing.” Y/n turned her attention back to the stove in front of her.

“I doubt he’s willing.” Complete dismissal. Aelin could feel the tentative restraint holding her mate back begin to snap.

May I? Rowan’s voice thundered through her head. She’d enjoy watching this.

Go ahead. Aelin stepped back - noticing Y/n’s body stiffen, she could tell something was off. Sure enough, an ice kiss wind smothered the fire she’d lit under the burner.

“Excuse -” She started to say after the flame extinguished, but her words were cut off by the rough and calloused hand around her throat and the large body pressing into her back, pinning her hips up against the counter uncomfortably. Her throat bobbed against the hand, which only tightened. She froze completely as he nipped at the pulse point on her neck, an uncomfortable combination of fear and arousal flooding through her body. She knew if she said the word, Aelin would make sure everything stopped. But … maybe she didn’t want it to.

“What was it she asked you?” His hand grew tighter with every second she didn’t answer.

“She asked what I would do if she told me to get on my knees.” She managed to croak and the hand left her neck. She gasped for breath but his body remained pressed up against hers.

“And what would you do?” His voice was deceptively light.

“Consider it.” She shrugged, trying to light the fire again. Faster than she could think, her hands were pinned behind her back and her body bent over the kitchen table.

“Wrong answer.”

“Isn’t that up to her?”

Fingers pressed under her chin, lifting her head to see Aelin sprawled in the chair across from her, legs propped up on the table, pupils dilated and a lazy grin on her face.

“Considering it?” She hummed. “That’s no way to treat your girlfriend.” Y/n pouted and Aelin flicked her nose.

And what would you like me to do? Rowan asked Aelin, well aware she still planned on running the show.

Your choice. That surprised him, and his eyes widened but Aelin grinned like she’d given him a present. She had, in a way.

“Lucky for you,” he said softly enough she could barely hear, head tilting slightly to try and hear him better. “I put brats in their place.”

She melted underneath him, body going limp against the table with a small whimper. He looked at Aelin amusedly. That easy?

Just wait. Her eyes were fixed on Y/n. A foot stomped harshly enough on his insole he grunted, grip loosening ever so slightly - out of surprise, and she wiggled out of his grip, darting around the table to sit in Aelin’s lap instead, arms clutching around her shoulders. Aelin rubbed comforting strokes up and down her back, barely concealing her laughter.

Y/n’s head turned just enough so he could see the teasing smile on her face. Check. She seemed to say.

Aelin huffed as he tugged the female out of her arms, throwing her over his shoulder with a small slap to her ass, ignoring how she wiggled and the fists thumping half-heartedly against his back. “Fine.” He grunted. “You can get fucked like a brat instead.” He heard Aelin stand, trailing after them to her bedroom. Checkmate.

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throneofsapphics · 9 months

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what do you think about slightly dark poly!rowaelin with dark reader but resder hides it and acts innocent, and one day she gets caught being crazy. like maybe she fights with someone and thinks no one will see her enjoying it. rowaelin catches her and they sooo approve. Potential smut👀👀

the thrill of it

poly!Rowaelin x reader.

Summary: Y/n has a secret, but she can’t keep it forever.

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood, suggestiveness, slightly dark, smut, overstimulation, light bondage, light d/s.

A/N: nsfw minors dni please! I loved this request thank you, also not proofread super well

She showed them exactly what she wanted them to see. Sure, they know she can protect herself, but that she’s a pacifist, won’t even kill a bug. Any yes, that really was her the majority of the time. Y/n does like quiet afternoons reading, walks in the gardens, convincing the cooks to let her bake cookies or sweets to surprise Aelin with.

Y/n found a certain thrill in violence. There wasn’t a fear they’d hate her if they found out, but she liked having a secret, something she could separate from her life at the castle.

Letting her aggression out in a legal, albeit brutal manner ended up as the best solution for her. The safest one. Maybe not all of it was ethical, but it was safer, nobody died during the fights, and there were rules. The biggest one being no weapons beyond their own body. The clubs were established for a reason, and she wasn’t banned from them.

She took painstaking efforts to make sure none of the regular patrols would recognize her. As soon as they appeared, she drifted into the shadows and streets. Or, if there’s advance warning, she wouldn't show at all.

Rowan and Aelin knew she spent a night with her friends once in a while, maybe a few times a month, and always comes back hungover as hell. But, she never told them exactly what happens on those nights out. And, her best friend, Ella, is skilled in healing magic, that takes care of any ‘evidence.’

Aedion went scouting, Partially to see which of his soldiers might be participating, and part to register potential threats. Normally he wouldn’t go alone, but rumors spread that certain notable participants would slip away whenever any ‘scouts’ would come by. The club wasn’t illegal. As far as he knows, everything is above board. With an influx of females, males, men, and women - all warriors or soldiers in their own right, inhabiting Orynth, it’s a safer way to let aggression and bloodlust out. Nothing like the pits or vaults of Rifthold. It was even clean. He slipped in right in the middle of a fight, the first of the night.

He would know that scent anywhere. Y/n was away from the castle tonight, and here of all gods-damned places. But where?

It took all of his restraint to stay exactly where he was when he tracked the scent. Without his Fae senses, he wouldn’t have recognized her, but there she was. Fighting. No weapons, only fists and against a rather large and vicious looking male. Not only fighting, but toying with him.

“End it!” Someone yelled. A friend of y/n’s, Ella, she was easily recognizable. He stayed enough to watch her beat him to a pulp, laughing as the man took the hand she offered, both them with smiles on their faces. His a bit bloody and missing a tooth.

“I’ll get you one of these days,” He muttered and she grinned.

“Maybe next time.” She’s a rutting regular. And a far better of a fighter than he knew, and likely her mates knew. Forget scouting, he was going back to Aelin and Rowan. Now.

They knew she was there, or hopefully would still be. Hopefully she hadn’t caught Aedion’s scent and left. He - both of them wanted to catch her there. That way she wouldn’t be able to deny a damned thing. Aelin already told him they couldn’t storm in there and drag her out. Although they both were very tempted to. Even though Aedion told them she downed a man three times her size with ease, he wouldn’t believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes.

Aelin set two rules. One, not revealing themselves. Two, not dragging her out.

They slunk inside, sticking to the shadows, Rowan’s wind hiding their scents from the Fae present. Some others wore hoods as well, even a few had masks on. But, the place was clean and the laughs were in good nature, not malicious.

His sweet, kind-hearted female who refused to kill a bug - somewhere like this. Those old senses flared, from when they’d first set their eyes on her. Something lingering underneath. He thought she’d healed it, let it drift away, but maybe she hid it. Rowan knows he should be angry, and he is, but a bit of excitement drifted in as well.

He immediately surveyed the room, to find a small, but subtle confrontation happening in the corner. A small voice in his head told him, y/n would be there, so he nudged Aelin, jerking his head towards the area.

One man was tossed out of the ring, pushed towards an exit, a burly man nodded subtly to a small female figure leaning against the wall. Y/n, she could recognize her anywhere, fisted the mans tunic and dragged him out a side door.

Aelin and Rowan didn’t have to look at each other to know they’d be following. She expected maybe she’d toss the man on his ass, but instead they found her pinning him into the ground, a sharp blade to his neck, one knee digging into his chest, and her boot crushing his right hand. Aelin could feel the satisfaction rolling from her. She was enjoying this. The man let out small whimpers, but didn’t dare trying to move.

She was well aware of who stood in the shadows, but couldn’t ‘break character,’ now. Not really a character, more another part of herself. A part she can't hide anymore. “Try that again and I’ll cut your balls off, and shove them down your throat,” she hissed. She dug her boot into his wrist, lifting the knife slightly, enough for him to nod, his eyes were filled with fear. She stepped away and he scrambled - sprinting out of the alley.

“Can you read?” She tilted her head, the knife shifted enough for him to nod. “Then you know the rules.”

“I wasn’t going to-” his voice was hoarse, cut off by a blade pressing back down.

“Try that again and I’ll cut your balls off and shove them down your throat.”

Y/n took a careful step back, and the man bolted. Her entire view of their mate changed in the last ten minutes, and Aelin didn’t mind at all.

“Not afraid of scaring off the business/” Rowan drawled as the man scattered.

“He’ll be back, his ego is bruised.” She still didn’t look at them, her eyes trained on where the man disappeared.

“And if he pulls that again?”

Y/n slowly turned, a half smile on her face. “I don’t make idle threats.” She had enforced one of those threats before, and enjoyed it.

“You’ve been keeping secrets,” Aelin purred, stalking towards her with Rowan matching her steps.

“You never asked,” y/n’s voice was still laced with honey, a sweetness and honestly that felt authentic. Lying by omission.

“You fake a hangover well.” Rowan commented, his face still a stony mask.

Her eyes widened before she chuckled, “those are very real.”

“Are you paid for this?” Rowan crossed his arms.

“All volunteer.” Aelin couldn’t decide if she wanted to throttle her or kiss her. Or fuck her till she forgot her name. She asked Rowan, directly into his mind.

“Why not all three?”

He threw her over his shoulder, stalking out of the alley and Aelin followed him with a grin. It would be a long night.

Y/n saw the looks on their faces, and noticed the shifts in her scent. A bit of anger, but excitement and arousal.

Rowan didn’t let her walk, as much as she banged her hands on his back and called him a variety of creative names. He didn’t put her down until they reached their room.

“You’re not finished yet, are you darling?” Aelin purred, as she struggled against the binds tying her arms to the headboard. She’d lost track of the amount of times she finished. Aelin was relentless, her hands pushed her knees apart. Again, spreading her wide open.

“I can’t,” she protested, “too much, it’s too much.”

“You can give her another.” Rowan’s hand twined in the back of her hair, arching y/n’s neck backwards to graze his canines along the column of her throat. She should be terrified that he could rip her throat out with one movement, but it excited her instead. The delicious combination of fear and arousal flooded through her, sending heat right to her core. Again. He moves away, but keeps a firm grip on her hair, forcing her to look down towards Aelin

She runs two fingers along her core and she jolt, letting out a small whimper. It’s burning.

“Please,” she started begging, “please, please,” and this time she’s not sure what she’s begging for.

Aelin held the fingers up, like a prize. Y/n’s slick arousal coated them. “Look how wet she is,” she smirked, looking at Rowan.

“Little dove, are you lying to us? Again.” Rowan’s canines nip at her ear.

Her head shook rapidly

“Really?” Her head tilts, “I thought you said it was too much.” Rowan’s deft fingers undo the ropes holding her hostage, and she sighed in relief, but that was short lived. Rowan slid behind her, using his knees to spread her legs back apart, before one arm pulled her back flush to his chest. Another tight hold she can’t escape, and she didn’t want to. Not really, even with her body on fire, every inch overstimulated

There’s no warning as his thumb presses down against her clit, sending her screaming, her head falling back against his shoulder. Aelin’s fingers slam back inside her, curling to hit that perfect spot, sliding back and forth across it. Her tongue draws across one nipple, circling it before tugging it with her teeth. Biting just enough to draw a whimper from her, turning into a moan, maybe a scream, or maybe their names as she adds another finger, pounding into her. Is it two? Three? She can’t tell as another orgasm wrecks through her body, walls clenching around her fingers, Rowan grunted as her body rubs against him, his hard length pressing into her back.

“Good girl,” Aelin whispers against her skin, kissing her way up y/n;s chest, before capturing her lips. The soft kisses left her dizzy as her fingers gently stroked her through her orgasm. Y/n didn’t notice Rowan had moved his hand away, now roughly gripping one of her breasts, twisting her nipple between his two fingers. The contrast between each of their touches left her reeling. She writhes against him, tears starting to stream down her face. Aelin only wipes them away, arousal still filling her scent.

“Now,” Aelin cooes and pulled her hand away. “It’s time to put that pretty mouth to use.”

Y/n knew she was in for a long night.

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autumnshighlady · 2 years

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Our Girl

poly!Rowaelin x f!reader

summary: you’ve been fantasizing about Rowan and Aelin for weeks, praying they won’t catch onto your strange behaviour. Naturally, they do....

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (m & f receiving), face sitting, choking, slight degradation, praise kink, threesome, slight voyeurism

word count: 6.9k

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***disclaimer: I have not finished KoA, this fic does not really align with any canon plot but I do not care, it’s just some polyamorous Rowaelin smut because I felt like it, enjoy ;) Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut, please go easy on me!

for @gothicbabydollz -🤠

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You were completely screwed.

Days had gone by as you travelled with Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, and Lysandra back to Terrasan. Sometimes the group engaged in light conversation, but much of the journey consisted of pleasant silence, everyone preferring to listen to the sounds of the wind in the trees and the waves of the river.

However, this also meant that in this silence you were left with your own thoughts, sinful ones that plagued their way into your dreams. They left you waking up with a thin layer of sweat across your brow, your mind fogged with lust. You tried to snap out of it as quickly as you could, even going so far as to splash water on yourself. Gods help you if any of the many heightened senses of smell amongst the group caught onto your arousal.

For nights on end, you dreamed about Rowan and Aelin, the Fae prince and the fire-breathing bitch queen taking you to their bed, letting their canines drag across your sensitive skin as they brought you release over and over again. You imagined over and over again what it would be like to have Rowan’s muscled form pressing into your body, to tangle your hands in Aelin’s golden locks and whisper her name on your lips so intimately. But these dreams did not just plague your mind at night. No, during these stretches of silence on the journey you found yourself shamefully revisiting the memories and sensations from the dreams, allowing yourself to get lost in the fantasy as you rode or walked in silence for hours.

You didn’t know Rowan or Aelin particularly well. You were a friend of Lysandra’s, and kept yourself at a distance from the powerhouse of a couple you travelled with. Sure, they were polite and you trusted them, but something about them intimidated you – and not just in a bad way. Occasionally, you felt their piercing gazes linger on you. If you met their stare they did not back down, a gleam in their eyes as if they were predators sizing up their prey. It sent a rush of heat to your core, and every time you prayed they wouldn’t scent it.

Naturally, this made the journey difficult. You cursed yourself for letting your mind wander to these places, places where you had no business being. Everyone and their dog knew of Rowan and Aelin’s love, their partnership that ran even deeper than that. A few nights ago you heard them sneak off into the night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, occasionally even hearing a soft moan or grunt in the distance that let you know exactly what they were doing. You even allowed your hands to drift into your own pants, but you felt ashamed soon after.

You were not sure if you could call it jealousy, per se. You were jealous of the golden haired queen who got to be with Rowan, but you were also jealous of Rowan. Oh the things you would give to take either of their places. But the issue was that not that you wanted to disturb their relationship and bring one of them to your side, but rather part of you wished you could join them, to be a part of that strong love they shared. To worship and be worshipped by them both.

By the gods, you were screwed.

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After another long day of travel, it was time to settle down for the night. After stuffing some bread and cheese in your mouths, settling the horses in and laying out the bedrolls, it was time to sleep. As you had been doing lately, you placed your bedrolls as far from Rowan and Aelin as possible. You didn’t mean to be rude, after all they had been good to you, but your cheeks burned at the possibility of dreaming about sharing their bed while they slept right next to you.

Despite the exhaustion, sleep would not come. You tossed and turned for about an hour, trying to think of every technique in the book to fall asleep. Finally, after all of them failed, you angrily tossed your covers off and stood up. Everyone else appeared to be asleep, so you quietly tiptoed around the tents and into the forest. Seating yourself on a soft patch of moss behind a tree in the distance, you sighed. Closing your eyes, you tried to drown out your thoughts.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” A familiar female voice purred from behind you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, not hearing Aelin’s approach. You swore quietly, breath hitching as your heartbeat sped up, not entirely from the fright.

The golden haired queen chuckled lowly. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” She drawled. She emerged out of the corner of your eye, the light of the moon shining in those turquoise gold eyes you lost yourself in so many times. She wore only Rowan’s oversized shirt, and it took everything in you to not stare at the way the shirt ended halfway down her thigh, exposing her tan and muscular legs.

“Sorry,” You murmured, adjusting your sitting position and staring at the moss on the ground. “I thought you were asleep.”

“As did I with you.” A playful challenge danced in her eyes, and before you registered what was happening, the assassin plunked down to your left - very very close.

Gods, please no, You pleaded. It was not that you were uncomfortable in the presence of this magnificent woman, but rather fear shook you that those shining eyes would take one look into yours and know every sinful thought that danced in your mind.

But it was too late for the gods to help you, as Aelin was now sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, leaning against the tree. Her arm grazed yours, leaving your skin feeling electrified. Her bare knee lazily knocked against your own – an innocent enough gesture, one of comfort, but it set your nerve endings aflame, as if the power of the queen next to you seeped into the deepest parts of your body. You had never been this close with her, this casual, you did not let yourself. The last thing you wanted was to get jealous and hurt, or worse, come between the two fae who were perfect for each other.

“Please don’t tell me you’re brooding or some shit,” Aelin groaned, closing her eyes and tilting her chin to the sky. The warm breeze sent her golden hair adrift, her sweet scent rushing into your nose. With her defined face lit up by the moon and her hair in the wind, she truly looked like a goddess. “I have enough gods-damned brooding males to deal with already. I don’t need the females doing it too.”

You snorted, fiddling with your hands. “I’m not brooding,” You said. “Just can’t sleep, that’s all.”

“Weird dreams?”

You froze, heart pounding. For a moment you stuttered before quickly closing your mouth. Shit. You prayed to every god that Aelin hadn’t noticed your pause. “No.” You said quickly.

Unsurprisingly, Aelin didn’t believe you for one second. “Liar.” She said firmly, in a haughty tone that sent fire through your veins and turned your core to liquid. You prayed once again that she wouldn’t scent it.

As if testing the waters, Aelin pressed her right leg into your left one, silky but firm muscle against your skin. Involuntarily your breath hitched, heart dropping as you saw the smirk that formed on the queen’s face at your reaction. You turned your head to the right, avoiding eye contact even though in your gut, you knew she had somehow figured you out. A strong hand gripped your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

Your eyes met her turquoise gold ones, and you let yourself gaze at her lips. An arrogant smirk came over them. “You wanna try that again?” She clucked her tongue, expecting an answer.

But you did not give in. You couldn’t – you knew deep down Aelin was not doing this to be cruel and humiliate you. Well, maybe a little bit, but not to hurt you personally. But you clung to what was left of the shreds of your dignity and raised your chin as much as you could within her iron tight grip. It made her chuckle.

“Oh, yes, you’ve got some fire in you after all.” Aelin chuckled darkly. She shifted her weight so she was sitting up on her right side, hitching her left leg through yours and pulling it to the side and spreading your legs ever so slightly.

And you let her, you let the Queen of Terrasan spread your legs, which were almost entirely bare thanks to the flimsy sleep shorts you donned. While her right hand gripped your chin still, her left one circled just above the inside of your knee, kneading into your skin.

You couldn’t breathe. Between the grip on your chin forcing you to meet Aelin’s gaze to the hand on your inner thigh, every sensible thought you should be having flew out the window. Any shred of hiding your interest in the golden haired woman was long gone, leaving you at her mercy.

“I see the way you’ve snuck glances at Rowan and me,” Aelin purred, eyes not once leaving yours. “Don’t even try to deny it. I’m honestly a little insulted you thought I wouldn’t notice. Surely you know I’m not an idiot, right?”

You nodded with what little motion you had. Denying the queen of answers would no longer go in your favour, you figured. She released the grip on your chin, only to move her hand to the back of your head, gripping a handful of your hair like you had dreamed about doing with hers.

“So when you wake up all flushed and flustered, my guess is that it’s because you’ve been having some lovely dreams about me.” Her voice was like honey coated steel, lips brushing against your ear and making their way down your throat. “And probably Rowan too, but mostly me, which I don’t blame you for.”

You chuckled briefly, feeling Aelin’s lips smirk against your skin as her suspicions were confirmed. Your common sense finally came back to you at the mention of the fae prince.

“But…but… Rowan–” You whined as you felt her drag her canines up the column of your neck.

“Is quite enjoying the view.” Aelin interrupted, causing your eyes to shoot open.

Fear coursed through your body as your eyes shot open. Indeed, the towering form of the fae prince hovered a few feet from your right. His green eyes glinted, that predatory gaze that sent enemies to their knees scanning the scene before him. You tried to scramble away, but Aelin’s grip on your hair and thigh was too strong. Fae males were territorial bastards on a good day, so you sitting here with Rowan’s carranam entwined like lovers…

He chuckled darkly, removing his hands from his pockets. “Such a pretty little thing you’ve got there, Fireheart.” His velvety voice dripped in lust, and you practically throbbed at the tone. He stepped forward, silver hair shining under the light of the moon. That tattoo on his face blended in with the shadows, an utterly terrifying yet arousing site.

“I like her, Rowan,” Aelin said, squeezing your thigh harder and causing you to whimper. “Can we keep her?”

Instead of bracing yourself for whatever humiliating response you expected Rowan to give, you blurted out apologies. “I’m sorry,” You stammered. “I swear I’m not trying to get between you two, I just–”

Your words were cut off sharply as Rowan’s massive hand wrapped around your throat, silencing you with a gentle but firm squeeze. “Oh please,” He murmured, bending down to squat next to you as he brought his lips to your ear. “We’ve been wanting this just as long as you, sweetheart.”

Your brows furrowed, causing the prince to chuckle. Aelin continued her circles on your inner thigh, slowly inching it further and further up as her lips alternated between your shoulder and ear. “I’m surprised you didn’t get the hint earlier, little dove,” She quipped as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We tried to get you closer to us, but you pulled away. Did you honestly think Rowan just forgot to put up a magical shield to block out our sounds when we slipped away a few nights ago? We knew you could hear us, I’m disappointed you didn’t join.”

Head reeling, both from the shock of Aelin’s information that they deliberately fucked close enough for you to hear, and from Rowan’s pressure on your throat, you stuttered. “I–”

“We could smell you,” Rowan growled. “We could smell how aroused you were, hear those fingers delve into that wet pussy of yours. Do you know how hard it was to not storm over and take you against the bedroll right then and there?”

Finally, the grip on your neck was released. The stars in the sky swam in your vision as you inhaled a much needed gulp of air. Part of you wondered if this was another one of your dreams, but it felt too real. The world melted away as the large hand that had previously held your neck took up residence on your inner thigh across from Aelin’s. While the blonde’s touches were firm but teasing, Rowan’s got straight to the point, clenching your thigh mere inches away from your core and prying your legs open further. Even through the fabric of your shorts, you could feel the iciness of his touch.

“I bet she’s wet right now,” Aelin breathed. Before your thoughts could even form a mental response, her left hand snapped from your leg to the centre between your legs, cupping you firmly with a possessiveness that turned you on even more.

You bit down on your lip, restraint slipping. It would be so easy to let yourself go, to allow the price and the queen to have you any way they wanted. At this point, you did not know why you bothered to attempt to maintain control – you knew what was about to happen, and it sent butterflies into your stomach.

“As usual, I was right.” Aelin’s smirk was triumphant, eyes dancing victoriously as she noticed your pathetic attempt at restraining yourself. “Look at her, Rowan, she’s still holding back, isn’t she?”

Rowan’s lips kissed your ear, murmuring his agreement as his breath sent chills down your spine.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” Aelin chided teasingly. “We know exactly what you want, princess, let us give it to you. Will you let us take care of you”

Even if you wanted to respond right away, you couldn’t. Every part of your body screamed yes yes yes, but Aelin’s hand still covered your core, applying just enough pressure to set your blood on fire but not enough to relieve the throbbing that plagued your centre. You could barely breathe, barely think between Aelin’s hands in your hair and between your legs while Rowan gripped your thigh and breathed down your neck. Your eyes closed, you were going to explode–

A sharp nip to your ear snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes shot open once more.

“Your queen asked you a question.” Rowan growled, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

“I don’t particularly enjoy repeating myself,” Aelin sighed mockingly. Ever so slightly, her middle finger stroked a feather-light line a few centimetres up your covered core, making you see stars. “But I’m feeling generous tonight, so let me ask you again. Will you let us take care of you, hm? Will you let us make you ours?”

“Yes,” You practically sobbed, the words shooting out from your lips before Aelin even finished her sentence. “Gods yes, please…”

Aelin looked like a cat that just ate the canary. Satisfied, she grinned triumphantly and removed her hand from between your legs. Before you could protest at the loss of contact, that hand came to your cheek and cupped your face as she brought her lips to yours.

Holy gods, Aelin Galathynius was kissing you.

Her lips were soft as rose petals, dancing against your own as the grip in her hair loosened, moving to rest upon your other cheek instead. Her scent of jasmine, lemon, and embers was intoxicating, as if it were a drug getting you high, and you loved it. Aelin’s blonde hair gently tickled your face in the breeze like silk, and her thumb ever so slightly stroked your cheek. You were pretty sure you were in heaven – you had imagined countless nights what it would be like to kiss the Queen of Terassen, to have those smirking lips pressed against your own.

She kissed you with a fire no less than what you would have expected from her. There was passion behind it, making your head reel as you lost yourself in the sensation. Needing to do something with your hands, you gently placed them on her waist as best you could given the position, Aelin still sitting to your left and slightly in front of you.

Rowan, who you had almost forgotten was there, hummed in approval. It was more of a low growl, turning you on even more. As Aelin continued to kiss you, Rowan’s hands roamed to the laces at the front of your v-neck nightshirt. He began undoing them, his fingertips brushing your skin teasingly as you felt the night air cool your newly exposed skin.

After unlacing the shirt, the fae prince kneeled and moved his hands to your shoulders, grabbing the edges of the nightshirt and slowly pulling them down your shoulders. His lips trailed along the newly exposed skin, canines scraping ever so slightly as he kissed and sucked.

You moaned into Aelin’s mouth, eliciting a satisfied growl from the queen. She kissed you harder, tongue ever so slightly tracing along the edges of your lips. You felt the nightshirt pool around your elbows, leaving your bare chest exposed to the night air. Before you could make an effort to pull your arms out from the sleeves, Rowan’s large hands gripped the front of the fabric and pulled, effortlessly ripping it to shreds.

Briefly, you wondered how you would explain to the others the absence of your nightshirt when you woke up. But that thought was pushed aside as you felt Rowan’s hand grasp your right breast with an assertiveness that you knew only fae males possessed. You gasped at the sensation as he began kneading the soft flesh of your chest.

Aelin’s mouth left yours and you whined. She chuckled, moving her lips to the hollow of your throat and sucked, which you knew would leave a purple mark the next day. Not that you cared, hell you’d wear it proudly – let everyone know the Queen of Terassen had marked you as hers that night.

Towering above you, Rowan gripped your hair with his free hand and pulled, forcing your head back and to the side to look at him. That usually stone cold face was blown with lust, the green of his eyes barely visible with his full blown pupils. With the starlight framing his face he looked every bit as ethereal and godlike as Aelin, the moon to her fiery sun.

However, you didn’t have time to savour his beautiful face looking down at you with nothing but sinful intentions, as he bent down to kiss you. His lips collided with yours, and you swear the world around you exploded. While Aelin’s kiss was soft and passionate, Rowan’s was rough and commanding. Teeth nearly clashing, his tongue found the inside of your mouth within seconds. You did not even think of trying to fight against his sheer dominance, especially when you saw stars as his teeth tugged your lip.

Needless to say you were a whimpering mess. Between the silver haired prince’s tongue in your mouth and his hand groping your right breast and the blonde queen’s mouth planting possessive kisses and bites across your neck and chest, you were at the mercy of these two powerful beings.

And you loved it.

Aelin’s sinful mouth moved to your left breast, wrapping her lips around your nipple and letting her canines scrape the soft skin and had your toes curling. If your mouth wasn't preoccupied, you would have cried out.

She massaged your thigh again, hand roaming everywhere except where you needed it most. Perhaps involuntarily, your hips bucked, desperate to relieve the throbbing need at your core.

Rowan’s lips instantly disconnected with yours, growling as he roughly tugged your hair. “Don’t whine, princess.” He snarled. “You will take what we give you.”

“So needy,” Aelin crooned mockingly. “And so desperate. You avoid us for days, then demand more from us? After you already had an opportunity to join us in bed? Tsk tsk.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You hated begging, hated sounding weak to anyone no matter the circumstance. You were humiliated, but a sick part of you loved it – loved being teased and taunted by the powerful creatures whose hands which had taken so many lives and butchered countless people caressed the most intimate parts of your body.

“Please, fuck…” You begged, not caring how pathetic it sounded. “Please…”

“Please what?” Aelin taunted, drawing circles on your inner thigh.

Gods, they were actually going to make you say it, weren’t they?

“Please touch me,” You nearly wept. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

From the heated glance Rowan and Aelin exchanged, you instantly knew uttering that last part may have been a mistake. Or a blessing, who knows.

“Good girl.” Rowan purred into your ear.

The words poured over you like warm honey, wetness pooling between your legs at his words. Naturally, the increased intensity of your scent was not lost to both of them.

“Oh she liked that,” Aelin chuckled. “Isn’t that right, princess? Are you gonna be our good girl?”

“Yes!” You breathed, nodding with a fervour that was borderline shameful. But you didn’t give a shit, not as you were so close to getting what you dreamed of night after night.

“That’s all we needed to hear.” With that, Aelin’s hand tugged your flimsy shorts. You lifted your hips as she pulled them down your legs along with your underwear, tossing them to the side, likely into some bush.

You were now completely naked before them. Both fae paused and allowed their hungry gazes to roam your body. Your skin gleamed in the moonlight, legs spread as Aelin sat on her knees between them, looking ready to devour you whole.

“Just like we imagined, huh Fireheart?” Rowan mused to his lover.

Before you could ask what the fuck they meant, Aelin’s skilled fingers swept a line up your centre through the wetness pooling there, gathering it in her fingers before removing her hand promptly. You cried out, legs twitching. You stared, wide-eyed as the blonde brought her fingers to her mouth, licked them once, and moaned.

“She tastes so good, Rowan.” Aelin breathed. She leaned towards him and held out her fingers, to which the silver haired prince grabbed her hand and proceeded to wrap his lips around them and suck.

It was a sight that would have brought you to your knees, if you were standing. The Queen of Terassen and her lover moaning at your taste was something you thought would only happen in your dreams. Before you could say anything, Aelin stood up and skipped away into the bushes. You felt strong arms wrap around your back and under your knees, lifting your naked body up as if you weighed nothing at all. Carrying you, Rowan followed Aelin into a small clearing some distance away. It was by a small creek, with a large patch of soft, mossy ground next to it. The trees surrounded most of it like a wall, shielding the three of you from the rest of the world.

With a surprising tenderness, Rowan laid you down on the moss gently, planting a kiss to your lips. However, the kiss was short lived – Aelin, who had discarded her shirt somewhere along the way, practically shoved him out of the way as she scrambled over top of you. Her knee pressed against your core, rocking slightly and sending waves of pleasure shooting through your body. She resumed her attack on your neck and chest from earlier, and you knew that you would don multiple bruises and marks from the fiery queen.

Rowan did not seem to mind being sidelined for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he used this time to remove his own shirt. Smirking, he caught your gaze as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso.

Mouth watering, you made eye contact as he placed his hand over the bulge in his shorts and palmed himself. In that moment you were thankful you did not have fire powers like Aelin, or else you were sure you would have set the clearing aflame from that wonderful sight.

Your attention was soon turned back to Aelin as her kisses moved down to your stomach, then to your hips. You bucked your hips, earning a firm bite from her. Defeated and relinquished of all control, you relaxed further into her touch and tried not to squirm as her lips ghosted your inner thigh a hairline away from your core.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Aelin murmured before leaning down and diving between your legs.

Oh Gods, she feasted on you.

This time, you really did scream as her tongue swept through your folds, stroking patterns along your most sensitive areas as her lips and teeth wasted no time in sucking your clit.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, your hand latched into her hair, entwining with the golden locks with a death grip as you panted. Luckily, Aelin did not seem to mind – in fact, the growl she let out indicated her approval. As she slipped a finger easily inside your hole while feasted on you, your head tilted up towards the stars and you allowed yourself to moan freely.

This was better than any of your dreams by far.

Rowan’s patience finally slipped, as he removed his pants but left his undershorts on and sat down behind you. He sat you up, Aelin’s free hand keeping your hips still as you were propped up. You felt Rowan’s muscular chest against your back, his scent of pine and snow filling your senses as his lips met your ear.

“Do you like that, princess?” He murmured. “Do you enjoy having your queen between those pretty legs of yours?”

“Yes,” You breathed. “I’ve…. fuck…. I’ve dreamed about it for so many nights…”

Pleased with your response, Rowan’s hands cupped your breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted your nipples, a delicious sensation of slight pain to contrast with the overwhelming pleasure at your core.

“We heard you play with yourself that night we slipped out,” He growled, canines abusing your neck. “Wondered if it was my fingers you were imagining your own to be, or Aelin’s. It was easy to figure out that you didn’t just want one of us, but both. Our perfect little slut, so eager, practically begging to be fucked.”

You whimpered helplessly, Rowan’s words heating your very blood. Your attempts at subtlety the past while had failed, and deep down you had known it.

“I practically had to hold Aelin back that night to stop her from storming over there and ripping your clothes off,” Rowan continued. It was the most you had ever heard him speak to anyone besides Aelin – never had you imagined it would be these words coming out of his mouth when he spoke to you. “Not that I was much better. You know what you did to me that night, don’t you? You can fucking feel it right now, princess?”

With those words, Rowan pressed his hips into your back, letting you feel the sizeable, solid bulge straining against his undergarments. You moaned, pride filling you knowing that you had done that to him, the feared fae prince who brought enemies to their knees. Gods knew you wouldn’t mind being on your knees before him.

“That’s right,” Rowan whispered. “Feel how hard you make me. That pretty mouth has been so quiet lately, I can’t wait to put it to use. Can’t wait to see you choking on my cock.”

The tight coil you had been feeling build up for the past few minutes increased at his words, and that familiar feeling of release crept up.

“I’m so close,” You murmured, giving the fae a warning – you suspected they were the type to make you ask for your release.

Rowan chuckled, as if they already could tell by your body language and scent, which they probably could. Aelin doubled her efforts, two curled fingers thrusting in and out of you while her lips and teeth were firmly attached to your clit.

Minutes later, the tension snapped and your release barrelled through you. Crying out Aelin’s name as your legs shook, Rowan bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, canines sinking into your skid and adding to the overwhelming sensation.

Aelin kept her head between your legs, coaxing you through your orgasm as tears pricked your eyes. You had never had a release that intense, and somehow they both knew it.

Before you knew what was happening, Aelin and Rowan flipped you around so you were on your hands and knees. Panting, you didn’t have time to protest before Aelin gripped handfuls of your ass and delved back in with her mouth. You couldn’t tell if you let out a scream or a sob. You were so sensitive, core throbbing as the queen mercilessly continued her attack on it, twice as vigorously as before. Tears now flowed down your cheeks, and you tried to wriggle away but her grip was too strong.

Rowan looked down at you, and for a moment concern took over his face and his eyes seemed to say, are you sure this is okay?

Yes, please don’t stop, you mentally said, appreciating the fact he made sure you were okay to continue despite your attempts to wriggle away from Aelin’s mouth.

That predatory lust came back over his features and he stood up. Maintaining eye contact, Rowan pulled down his undershorts revealing his already hard, impressive length.

Your mouth watered, and arrogance shone in his eyes as your jaw slackened. You whined again as Aelin crooked her fingers inside of you, a sound that made Rowan’s cock twitch.

He knelt down in front of you, striking his length a few times before bringing it to your lips.

“Let’s see what your pretty mouth can do, princess.” Rowan growled before pushing the tip past your lips.

You gladly opened your jaw wide, taking in as much of him as you could. He was so big, you knew it would take a bit of time before you could take him all the way. Your tongue stroked the underside of his cock and you sucked, and the prince let out a groan.

Gods help me, you thought. The noise Rowan let out sent a rush of pleasure through your body so strongly you were unable to think. The composed fae prince, moaning as you took him in your mouth was a scenario you had only dreamed of. It was animalistic, deep in that way you always loved his voice to be.

Determined, you forced your jaw to relax further, bobbing your head up and down. Sensing your eagerness, Rowan gathered your hair in one hand and thrust his hips. You gagged slightly, choking at the rough intrusion in your throat but relished the sensation. As Aelin continued to drive your pussy into a frenzy of pleasure, Rowan picked up a pace as he thrust into your mouth.

A few minutes passed as you got comfortable with the pace. Taking as deep a breath as you could manage, you leaned forward and took all of him in your mouth, sucking as best you could. Tears streamed down your face from the effort as you choked, happily giving him the image he had described earlier. Feeling brave, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, keeping him deep in your mouth. The sight nearly had you released on the spot.

Rowan was panting, that muscular chest rising up and down as his grip in your hair tightened almost painfully. He was looking down at you as you stared up at him for approval. His face was flushed slightly, a hint of his slipping restraint. You pulled off of him for a few seconds to get some air, but went right back down onto his length.

The prince tipped his head back and growled a moan to the sky, calling out your name. The sound of your name on his lips had that familiar coil tightening again as you approached your release. You tried to hold it off as best you could, but Aelin undoubtedly noticed and gave you no mercy as she once again doubled her efforts.

Your moan sent a wave of pleasure through Rowan, who continued to thrust into your mouth. However, your focus began to waver a few minutes later as your release approached fast. Rowan didn’t seem to mind, apparently focusing his efforts on holding off his own release to your dismay.

Your second orgasm crashed through you like a wave. Instead of pulling away, Rowan held your head firmly so your mouth was still around him, muffling your sobs of pleasure. Only when you came down from your high did Rowan allow you to release his cock.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you slumped to the ground as Aelin stood up, satisfied with her work. Your closing eyes snapped open as Aelin sauntered over to Rowan, your juices gleaming on her face. Without hesitation, she pulled Rowan in for a kiss.

You gaped at the couple as Rowan tasted you on Aelin’s lips. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her in close to him. Their embrace was a beautiful sight – both naked and bathed in moonlight, their scars and tattoos shone amidst their toned muscles. Gold and silver hair contrasted with a divine beauty that would make the gods envious, making them truly look like a queen and a king.

They stood there, hands roaming each other’s bodies until you whined, desperate to be near them again. They broke apart, Aelin laughing darkly.

“Look at her, we take our attention away from her for one minute and she’s whining like a desperate whore.” She said, coming to kneel next to your crumpled body. She stroked a hand through your hair, wiping it from your face.

“Our needy girl,” Rowan agreed, coming to kneel between your legs. He stroked a hand down your spine. “Is she ready for more, do you think?”

Before you could answer, Aelin cut in with a sugary sweet tone. “No, I think she’s done for the night. Looks like we tired her out early. Are you finished, little dove?”

Panic swept through you as you shook your head as vehemently as you could muster. It was too soon to be done, you wanted to stay here just a bit longer…

“Still begging for more, I see.” Rowan growled, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back so you were laying down on it. “Looks like we’ll have to give our princess what she wants.”

Keeping his hands on your hips, Rowan pressed the tip of his cock into you and pushed forward. The stretch of it burned, as you had never taken a male this large before, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Look at me.” Rowan commanded, slapping your thigh to get you to open your eyes again.

As he inched forward, slowly to try and make it less painful, those green eyes pierced yours. You maintained eye contact as he withdrew, then pushed in again – farther this time. Aelin was peppering kisses to your face holding in her hands and murmuring praises. After a minute you relaxed enough, and Rowan’s self control snapped and he finally thrust in fully.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the sensation. You felt so full, the stars ahead whirling as Rowan’s cock pushed against that one spot. You glanced up at Aelin, searching for any sign of discomfort or jealousy in her eyes at her lover being inside another woman, but you found none. Her turquoise gold gaze was filled with lust, finally washing away any fears you had about getting in between them.

Hearing your moaning, Rowan picked up his pace, the grip on your hips sure to leave bruises the next day.

“As much as I love hearing those noises from you,” Aelin cooed. “I think it’s time to return the favour.”

You nodded quickly, causing her to chuckle before she swung a leg over your face and planted her knees on either side. She lowered her glistening cunt towards your face, but it was too slow for your liking. Already sick of her hovering, you grabbed her hips and planted her firmly on your face.

The Queen of Terassen moaned loudly, surprised at the action. You were filled with pride as you gladly opened your mouth to taste her. Eagerly, you swept your tongue through her folds, then inside of her, and you moaned. She tasted heavenly, even better than you had imagined.

As Rowan began pounding into you with a relentless force, you cried out. This apparently appeased Aelin, who cried out as the vibrations from your noise travelled into her. She rocked her hips on your face, gripping your hair with both of your hands.

You were in heaven. The Queen of Terassen sat on your face as if it were her own personal throne, moaning your name like a battlecry while your body shook at the force of which Rowan thrust into you. He lifted your hips slightly and changed his angle, satisfied when you practically screamed under Aelin as his cock found that one spot that made you see stars. You looked up at her, admiring the view as her perky breasts rose and fell with her breathing, golden hair spilled around her frame like a veil. You reached up to grab them with one of your hands, kneading them like Rowan had with your own.

As you felt yourself getting close for the third time that night, Aelin released one hand from your hair and leaned back to rub your clit. The world began spinning as you shot towards your orgasm faster than ever before. It hit the hardest this time, your nails surely leaving dents in Aelin’s hips and breasts as you screamed their names into Aelin’s cunt. Her orgasm followed moments later as she cried out with your tongue inside of her, your hair in a death grip as her juices gushed into your mouth and onto your face, which you happily lapped up.

Rowan’s hips jerked a few more times and he let out a roar that likely sent the birds into the sky, shaking the earth as his release barrelled into your trembling body. The three of you remained in your positions as you rode out your highs, panting and groaning. After a few minutes, Aelin climbed off your face and laid down beside you. To your surprise, she entwined her fingers with yours, smiling softly.

“My girl.” She said quietly.

“Our girl.” Rowan added. He leaned forward and covered your shaking frame in his muscular one. He licked your face, lapping up Aelin’s taste before kissing you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. Aelin squeezed your hand as you kissed him back before he laid down on your other side.

The three of you laid there in the clearing for a while, gazing up at the stars. Now that you had stopped panting, your brain was coherent enough to form words.

“I’m sorry I was rude and avoided you,” You said quietly, and both heads turned towards you. “I saw you two were so happy together and I felt so ashamed of myself. I didn’t want to come between you, but I couldn’t just be close to either of you and pretend I didn’t feel the way I did. I was so scared about what would happen if either of you found out about how I felt, so it was easier to stay away.”

Rowan slipped his hand through yours, stroking it with his thumb. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He murmured.

“Don’t feel ashamed,” Aelin said, stroking your cheek with her free hand and bumping your knee with her own. “It took us a while to figure out that we both were interested in you. We still love each other, but why not have even more love if we can?”

You smiled, grateful that they understood your feelings. You did not wish to take one of them away from the other, you wanted them both.

“Exactly,” Rowan added. “Love does not have to be bound between two souls only. If there is room and wish for more from all parties involved, why not take it?”

Heart full, you let the weight of your worries from the past few weeks wash away. You were their girl.

Forever and always.

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