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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 3 months

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i can’t get enough of gavriel x rowans sister, what do you think about one where she meets aelin and they instantly hot it off, reader likes to read and eat sweets aswell so they bond quickly and rowan couldn’t be happier that his two fav people in the world love eachother so much. And also what so you think about a timeskip to after the war when everything is at peace and reader finds out she’s pregnant. She doesn’t know yet but gavriel and rowan smell it on her the second she and aelin come back from shopping, how cute🥰🥰

Green napkins

You had been over the moon excited to finally meet your brother’s mate. Gods, you still remembered the day he had told you that he had a feeling that Aelin was his actual mate. Oh, how he had cried for Lyria. How much he cursed Maeve. You had held him through it all. Trying to soothe the aches in his heart. But then pain had been replaced by so much peace and calmness when you had asked him to tell you about her and from the way he spoke alone, you knew that he was truly in love.

"Sweetheart, this is all very sweet but there's only four of us tonight", you felt Gavriel's hands slowly sneaking across your hips. You had been cooking all morning. With the war over and you being able to come home, Rowan was finally bringing Aelin over and you might have been slightly too excited... maybe? Just eleven different dishes too excited. "But this has to be perfect", you said stepping back slightly, so you could look at the table. "My heart, it was perfect an hour ago and it is just as perfect now", Gavriel reassured you. "Do you like green or blue more?", you yanked the napkins off the table showing them to your mate. Gavriel cracked a smile and you instantly frowned, "This is serious Gavriel".

Raising his hands, he glanced over at the table, "I would go with green", "Well then we are switching the glasses", you breathed out, reaching for the glass but Gavriel caught your hand bringing you into his embrace, "It's okay to be nervous but I know that you two will love one another", he muttered, carefully brushing some of your curls away from your face. "Who said I was nervous?", you shook your head but one look at Gavriel and you knew that fooling him would never work.

"I just... I missed so much. They had gone through so much together. You all have and I was under a fucking mountain like a princess doing nothing", you huffed out. It had been a hard choice to make. Maeve had targeted you multiple times. You had been the only weak link keeping both Rowan and Gavriel in iron control. They thought that they had played the system in hiding you in another court but for that alone both of them had been forced to watch you being tortured for days, nearly bleeding to death. That had been the last straw and with the help of a couple of friends, you had been hidden in a place no one would ever look. Or dare to look.

"I had to keep you safe, had to", Gavriel said, cupping your face, "It kept you alive, gave me a chance to come back to you". You rested your forehead against his. He would slip to visit you from time to time when the blood oath started to frail. And what a meeting it was. Full of passion and lust and desire. A handful of stolen time. Where your bodies spoke louder than words. A slight swell in your stomach a clear evidence of that.

"Kept both of you safe and so I will not apologize for being selfish here", Gavriel admitted, "because I know that you would have been in front lines", "Hell yeah, I would have", you breathed out. Gavriel leaned in to press a kiss to your temple. "But now we are growing a family so mommy, no battlefields for you. Ever", he booped your nose before rubbing your stomach gently. You rolled your eyes, turning to fold napkins neatly. And since you knew that fighting him was pointless you had dropped the topic immediately.

Aelin was exactly how you had imagined her to be. In hindsight even more amazing than you had painted her to be in your head. Queen or not her shy smile as she greeted you told you all you needed to know. She was worried because Rowan was never going to leave you. The only family of his left that he was ready to die for. So your opinion mattered in this.

"I bought you some of my favorite sweets”, she had shyly handed you a box, “I wanted to get more but Rowan said it was already too much”. You glared at your brother and he simply lifted his hands, “There was no implication in that comment, just didn’t want to leave the poor man with an empty shop”. Gavriel carefully took the box in, giving you a chance to reach for Aelin, “I have a feeling you and I will be great friends”, you muttered.

“And I have a feeling we will be in a lot of trouble”, Rowan nudged Gavriel’s shoulder, who tried to suppress a smile. “Shut up, Rowan”, you and Aelin both huffed, falling into fits of giggles straight after. Leaving the two males to shake their heads. “How you deal with her is beyond me sometimes”, Rowan barely whispered, making Gavriel smirk, “Careful, she cried over napkins today”.

And the evening couldn’t be more perfect.

You got to fuss over the three of them. Filling up their plates over and over again. The conversation flowed so easily as if you had known your brother’s mate for centuries on end. “Sit down, darling”, Gavriel muttered as you rounded the table once more. “But the peach pie”, you pointed towards the kitchen. “I’ll get it”, he said softly, leaning over to kiss your temple. “But you still need to…”, “Flip it over onto the white plate, tap the top, and let it slide out of the tray without poking it”, Gavriel said with a smile, “I got it petal”, he reassured you. “I’ll help you with the plates”, Rowan pushed back his chair after giving his mate’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I could tell that Gavriel was a man with a big heart before but with you…”, Aelin trailed off, “He mentioned you so much while we… you know…”, she shifted awkwardly. “I hope only good things, cause he might end up sleeping outside”, you huffed playfully. “I too have to say that I have never seen Rowan so at ease before”, your eyes darted toward the kitchen. Where you could just about see two giant soldiers fighting a pie tray. “I love him”, Aelin’s words were barely a whisper and you instantly gazed at her, reaching over the table to clasp her hand, “Oh, I can tell. Your eyes say it all”.

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wimbledonsoot · 2 years

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i fucking love the fact that the tog fandom is coming back and has just collectively decided that Gavriel is the number one DILF

( someone who wrote a lot for tog a while back )

#gavriel x reader #tog x reader #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass imagine #tog imagine #gavriel imagine

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danikamariewrites · 8 months

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Heyy back with another ask bestie🤭 ok so how about a cadre g**g b**g where they are in a war camp with reader and lorcan comes up in there bickering with her which gets the attention of the other cadre and row row comes in like “ik what would shut her up”😈 (they are yummier than the bat boys i stand by that😤)

Cadre (SMUT)

Lorcan x Rowan x Fenrys x Gavriel x f!reader

A/n: hey bestie! I also may favor the cadre over the bat boys at times lol. This concept has me feral so I hope you enjoy this. I left out Connall and Vaughan bc they were so left out of the books so I don’t know their character at all.

Warnings: fivesum, praise kink, degradation, name calling, and some light choking

You pushed back the canvas of the tent, Lorcan on your heels, fuming that you once again didn’t listen. “You’ve got a serious issue, you know that?” You turned, smirking at him. “Lorcan, if I listened to you we’d be dead right now.” Steam practically came out of his ears at your tone.

Before he could start screaming you both spotted Gavriel and Fenrys watching you from their seats at the war table. Fenrys was wearing a feral smirk, nothing brought him joy like watching you and Lorcan spar with your words. Gavriel kept a neutral face. As he assessed the situation and was working through how to intervene should it get physical.

Opening your mouth to say something that would send Lorcan over the edge, Rowan came up behind you. He pressed his sculpted chest into your back. Rowan held your chin in his strong hand, tilting your head back to look up at him.

His long white hair creating a curtain so it felt like it was just you and him having in the room. You flashed him a sweet smile, “Hi Rowan.” You and Rowan had been having a casual fling for some time now. Sex with no strings attached, but whenever he was around it was like you were instantly relaxed.

Rowan smirked back at you, “Hello sweetness. Are you giving Lorcan attitude again?” You feign innocence, “Me? Never.” Rowan lets a hum that let you know he saw right through your bullshit. He looks to Lorcan, keeping your head tilted against his chest, “I think I know how to make her behave. Just need some sense fucked into you huh sweetness.”

Your eyes go wide at Rowan’s boldness in front of the Cadre. He liked to keep things private between you, but you could sense something was different. You decided to play along, just to see what Rowan was scheming. You arched your back, grinding your ass into Rowan’s crotch, letting a small moan past your lips. “Yes sir.”

You could scent the arousal coming from the other Fae males in the tent. Mixing together it was overwhelming you. You didn’t know Rowan had an exhibition kink and if he was going to fuck you as the three of them watched you weren’t one to complain. You could feel your slick almost dripping down your thighs at the thought.

Rowan leans down placing wet, open mouth kisses all over your neck. “Now,” he said against your neck, “since Lorcan told us about the danger you put us all in, we’re all going to teach you a lesson. You gonna be a good girl for us?” Your heart was pounding in your ears. You had dreamed of each of these big strong males manhandling you, but all at once? You were going to pass out.

You hadn’t noticed Fenrys and Gavriel join your little circle until you felt Gavriel caress your cheek. Your attention snapped to him. “He asked you a question y/n.” Your mouth was suddenly dry. Your mind was empty as you wracked your brain for words that wouldn’t show up. Fenrys’ deep laugh had your eyes on him next. “Seems like the thought of having all of us has already caused her pretty little head to go dumb. That right baby?” You nod letting out a soft uh-huh.

“Good girl,” Lorcan purred. Rowan picks you up and brings you over to the large bed, the rest of the cadre follow. Putting you down, Rowan starts taking your leathers off, leaving you bare. He strips and slips behind you, wrapping you in his arms, leaving kisses on your jaw, neck, and shoulders. The others strip and watch you and Rowan with intense stares.

Rowan nips at your pointed ear. “The one treat you get tonight is picking who goes first, baby. Who’s it going to be?” You look at Lorcan, Gavriel, and Fenrys, meeting their hungry gazes with your own. You let out a hum as you think. “Lorcan,” you say in a seductive tone, a smirk playing on your lips.

Lorcan growls as he grabs you from Rowan. You wrap your arms around his neck, meeting his lips in a heated kiss. Your teeth and tongues clash as Lorcan fights for dominance as you push into him. You let him win as he pushes you down on the bed, pinning your shoulders.

He slowly moves down your body. Making sure to nip and kiss and lick every sensitive part of you. You shudder under his touch getting lost in the euphoric feeling of Lorcan dominating you. You caress his broad shoulders. Lorcan was quick to grab your wrists and pin them with one hand.

“Uh-uh baby. The only teary you got was picking me. You don’t get to touch.” He growls. Lorcan let’s a bit of his dark magic to wrap around your wrists, tying them to the bed. You whine as you try to move but the dark shadow like tendrils don’t give. Lorcan let’s out a dark laugh.

He moves to dig his fingers into your hips so hard your sure bruises are already forming. Lorcan drags his canines down one of your breasts, his tongue circling your hardened nipple. He looks at you through dark lashes wrapping his mouth around you and sucking hard. A high pitched moan leaves your mouth. You push your chest into his face. He lets go with a pop leaving a kiss to the top of your breast, a purple bruise forming near your nipple.

Lorcan keeps kissing and dragging his teeth down your torso while still keeping you in a death grip. He leaves teasing kisses on your clit and one tiny little lick. You buck your hips as best you can trying to move closer to his mouth. He tuts at your movements and runs a thick, long finger through your soaking folds.

“Fuck baby, so wet. That all for us?” You nod, looking at him through half lidded eyes. Lorcan lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the head of his thick, long cock. “You’re gunna be a good girl and take what I give you.” He grunts as he pushes into your tight cunt. You moan in unison at the feeling of him sinking inside you down to his base.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe he was so deep inside you. Lorcan gave you a second to adjust before he started thrusting into you at brutal pace. His thickness felt so good rubbing against your walls. You could do nothing but writhe beneath him. He was fucking you so good that you just went limp as you felt your orgasm approach.

Your moans got louder and louder as Lorcan pushed down on the bulge of him in your stomach. Your walls twitched around him. “Fuck-Lorcan feels so good.” “Yeah baby. You gunna come for me? Gunna come all over my cock?” You let out a pathetic whine in response. “Are you going to listen from now on? Be an obedient little slut?” You nod your head rapidly chanting yes and his name over and over.

With a few more thrusts your back is arching off the bed, your eyes screw shut as your vision goes fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm. Your left breathless as he finishes inside you and immediately pulls out of you.

Giving you no time to recover Lorcan pulls you up by the shoulders, pulling his magic away from you. Fuck, you’re so out of it you barley feel his hand wrap around your throat. He pulls you to his chest and his lips meet your in another intense kiss. “If only I could have you all night. You’d never have a bratty attitude.”

Before you could respond Fenrys was pulling you from Lorcan’s grip. “Now Lorcan, be nice. Look at her,” Fenrys pulls you onto his lap, snaking his arms around you and rubbing soft circles into your skin with his calloused thumbs. He softly kisses your temple and you relax into him.

“She was so good for you. Don’t you think she deserves a reward?” Lorcan rolls his eyes as he adjusts his position at the foot of the bed. Fenrys gently lays you down and your eyes flutter shut. He smoothes your hair. Your eyes flutter open and wrap your arms around his neck, lazily playing with the strands of his long golden hair.

“You can hold on to me. You’re going to need to baby.” Fenrys kisses down your neck but quickly picks up the pace. Your energy comes back, spurred on by Fenrys’ eagerness to be tracing your curves for the first time. Fenrys wastes no time with you. You tug harder at those perfect curls as he slips into your already stretched out cunt.

Still sensitive from the fucking Lorcan gave you, you knew you wouldn’t last long with Fenrys. His thrusts were long and deep. Exploratory and full of curiosity. You held onto each other as his pace increased, your legs wrapping around his waist. Heels pushing into his back.

Without warning, your walls spasm around Fenrys and come. He keeps going, as he chases his own high. He looks down where you connect and he moans. Your release mixed with Lorcan’s is leaking from your hole. “Shit baby, look at you. Such a mess for us. You feel so good. I never wanna leave this pussy. So warm and full.” You bury your face into his neck and moan, his scent wrapping around you.

“Fuck, you can take another can’t you? You want my come don’t you baby?” “Yes Fenrys! Fuck, please, please, please!” Two more thrusts and his release paints your walls. You once again go limp as Fenrys collapses on top of you. Both of you panting. “So good.” He whispered into your chest.

Gavriel pulls Fenrys off you and rolls him to lay on his back next to Lorcan. Rowan is lifting you again. He turns you to look at him. You settle on your knees, steadying yourself by laying your hands on his chest. “Think you’ve learned your lesson sweets?” Gavriel kneels behind you, his chest pressing into your back.

By the grace of some god you still have the strength to look Rowan in the eyes and give him a smirk that says “not a chance”. He sighs. Looking to Gavriel, Rowan motions with his chin. Rowan move back to lay against the pillows at the headboard, spreading his legs and stroking his cock.

Gavriel moves you both back down the bed a bit then he pushes you to bend at the waist, elbows resting on the bed. Rowan fists your hair “Lets use that mouth for something other than talking back, hmm.” Rowan hummed. He pulls you down to swallow his cock. Making your head bob. Using your hands to cover what you couldn’t take in your mouth you set an acceptable pace for Rowan. “That’s it, just like that. See you can be a good girl. Just needed to give that mouth something to do.”

As you kept sucking Rowan off you felt Gavriel lightly running his fingers over your ass. He moves down to your pussy, sinking two fingers in. He curls and pumps them a few times before pulling out. Gavriel brings his fingers to his lips and licks them clean, moaning at the taste of you mixed with Lorcan and Fenrys.

“Such a filthy slut. But like Lorcan said, just for us to play with.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. As he leaned forward you felt his hard cock poke your thigh, your eyes rolling back at the thought of taking him and Rowan at the same time. Gavriel places soft kisses down your spine, so different from the way he was just talking about you.

He kisses down to your ass and finally lines himself up with you. He slowly sinks into you, letting you adjust to him inch by inch. Not like you need to after having Lorcan and Fenrys absolutely abuse you. But Gods above he feels good. But he’s taking too long.

When Gavriel finally starts to move you hum around Rowan causing him to his, his hands flying to grip your hair again. Gavriel fucks you it’s like no male has ever fucked you before. He’s taking the time to learn every inch of you inside and out. What parts of you are extra sensitive right now. You don’t know if you can go back to just having Rowan after Gavriel. The others were good, but holy shit. Gavriel was great.

You felt his fingers on your clit, rubbing it in small circles. As the pace of his thrusts picked up so did his fingers. You started to choke on Rowan’s cock and he was once again tightly grabbing your hair, controlling your movements.

You’d never admit this to any of them but this felt good. Not being in control. Being pleasured and used by them. You were in heaven right now. You felt your third orgasm on the night creeping up on you. That knot in your stomach tightening. Your eyes rolling. Your moans muffled and squeaky.

With a pinch to your clit and a few more perfectly angled thrusts from Gavriel you come undone one last time. His own orgasm following immediately after. You heard him swear above you as he pulled out of you. He kept your legs spread watching the mess between your legs drip down your thighs and onto the sheets.

Rowan pulled you off of him, finishing in his hand so you could catch your breath. As soon as he let go of your hair you collapsed on the bed, breathing deeply. You felt the four of them staring at you. It felt tense for some reason. You slowly flipped onto your back, stretching as best you could.

You let out a small hum, “Holy shit.” Fenrys let out a laugh. Rowan and Gavriel were pulling you up the bed, tucking you between them. Now that your punishment was over all they wanted to do was take care of you.

“You ok sweets?” An mmhhmm sounds from you followed by a yawn. You turn snuggling into Gavriel’s chest. He wraps an arm around you. Rowan gets up searching for a cloth or spare shirt to clean you up with. When he returns and spreads your legs you whine. Rowan quickly shushes you rubbing your thigh. “I’m just cleaning you up sweets.” He whispers.

You relax letting him wipe between your thighs. “There you go. All done.” He kisses your forehead and slips next to you again. Lorcan and Fenrys head off to their own beds after seeing you content in Rowan and Gavriel’s arms.

“Goodnight y/n,” Gavriel whispers. A cold wind rushes through the tent. Turning out all the lanterns and cooling your heated skin. You were glad it was Gavriel and Rowan holding you. You drifted off thinking what it would be like to be with them for eternity.

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shadowdaddies · 3 months

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Reunited - Part II

Fenrys x Reader

Part I | Part III

Summary: after years of working as a spy in Adarlan, you are finally reunited with your cousin, Aelin, as you join the war to reclaim Terrasen and bring peace to Erilea. What you don't expect is to meet your mate in the middle of a war.

A/N: this story will have at least two more parts; this one is very angsty I’m sorry

Warnings: canon-typical violence, EOS spoilers

The door to the pub slammed behind Aedion with such a force that you flinched in your seat.

“He will come around,” you murmured, reaching your hand across the table towards your father. You sighed softly at Gavriel’s dejected expression, taking his hand in your own as you mustered a weak smile. “I’ll talk to him,” you promised, knowing the sway you held with your brother.

Your father’s tawny eyes shone with something like pride as he squeezed your hand, his blonde hair swaying as he shook his head. “Aedion is right to feel the way that he does. I don’t expect him to come around easily. He is as stubborn as your mother,” Gavriel paused, a lump working in his throat as he studied you. “And you are as fiercely kind.”

You opened your mouth to say more, something to comfort him, when an alarm rang in the distance. Gavriel had drawn his dagger before you could blink, his body blocking yours protectively from the rest of the room. Another alarm sounded from the lookout tower, dreading realization crashing over you like the waves you looked to out the window.

Jumping from your seat, you sprinted up the stairs to Rolfe’s office Aelin stood, her relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to Rolfe’s torrent of emotions. He regretfully reached a tattooed hand towards Aelin, the blonde gladly shaking it. “Thank you for your assistance, Lord Rolfe.”

The mischievous glint in your cousin’s eyes told you all that you needed to know, but Aelin wasted no time barking orders for everyone in the room to get to the ships and prepare for the Valg’s approach.

Fenrys found you quickly, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist as you hurried towards the docks. Despite everything, the peace that filled you at his simple touch was undeniable. In the few days you had spent together, Fenrys had become an anchor in the storm of this impending war.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, voice like a soft balm to your nerves as you took his hand from around your waist, weaving your fingers through his own.

Your gaze flicked to his, the tenderness in his onyx eyes grounding you in the moment. “I’m alright,” you promised, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

You reached the ship, Fenrys lifting you by the waist to help you over the ledge of the vessel, only for you to trip and stumble into his warm, toned chest. Your hearts pounded, synchronized even in the chaos as you made your way to the bow of the boat where Aelin and Rowan stood.

Salty air whipped around your face in breathtaking levels of wind, seawater splashing as Rowan’s wind propelled the ship unnaturally fast against the waves. Lysandra’s scales shone underneath the water, what would be a dazzling sight if not for the fear that had worked its way deep inside of you at the sight of the Valg fleet approaching.

The next hour was a blur of fighting, canon fire, sea monsters, and every impossible thing you never believed could happen in this world. Nightmares followed the next several nights. The image of Aelin, burning out of control and falling into the sea, Fenrys’s hand ripping from your own as he dove after her.

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That night, you awoke in a cold sweat, hands clawing at the edges of the mattress as you’d clung to the railing of the ship when you’d watched your mate dive out of sight. You had barely registered your surroundings - the peaceful inside of your cabin - when a familiar warm hand touched your shoulder.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m here,” Fenrys murmured in your ear, a silent sob breaking through you at his voice. “Can I hold you?” he asked, hand lightly rubbing your shoulder.

You nodded, sniffling as you tugged Fenrys’s hand from your shoulder, wrapping it around your waist as you moved as close as possible to his warmth. “You scared me today,” you admitted, barely above a whisper. “I thought... I thought that this wonderful thing, this bond with an incredible male had come just in time for me to lose you. And I can’t. I can’t lose you, Fenrys. I’m sorry if it’s too soon for me to say that, but I don’t know how I’ve lived without you in my life.”

Blonde curls fell across your cheek as Fenrys leaned down, his lips warm as they pressed a lingering touch to your ear. “I understand completely. You have brought a light to my life that I did not think possible, and I would do anything to keep you safe and happy. That is why I dove after Aelin. She will keep you safe - I know that. And you are my priority now. You have given me new purpose.”

In all your years - even before those spent as a spy in Adarlan - you had never experienced such profound intimacy. Never connected, cared for someone as deeply as you did for your mate. It was frightening to consider, but his warm press against your body filled any cracks of doubt and worry, allowing you to sleep soundly in his arms.

Each night passed the same way, Fenrys and you now sharing the same bed, simply holding each other. Your physical intimacy never went further than a kiss on the cheek, arms wrapped around one another’s waist, but the emotional connection was something you did not believe possible.

~~~

When Melisande’s fleet descended upon you, Fenrys kept you close to his side, the two of you working seamlessly as a team to defend your ships and allies from the Valg. Canon fire roared in your ears as you saw Lorcan’s dark form at the stern of the ship - his eyes set on the coast where he had left Elide.

“Fenrys!” you called, desperate for your mate’s attention as Lorcan abandoned ship, the desperation with which he fought his way towards shore something you wouldn’t have understood until you met Fenrys. Your mate caught your gaze, his onyx eyes flaring wide as he tracked Lorcan’s movements.

“Elide is in danger. I need you to trust me - I will go help them, but I want you safe here on the ship,” Fenrys pleaded, hands cupping your cheeks as he blocked out the world to focus on you.

“I can’t leave you again,” you admitted, hand coming up to hold his own. Silver lined your eyes as Fenrys’s forehead leaned against your own. “Please,” you whispered, voice broken as you held him close, as though you could stop him from leaving.

Your father’s hand clasped on Fenrys’s shoulder, drawing the two of you from your moment. “It’s now or never,” he spoke, voice firm yet warm as Gavriel nodded towards the dingy. “We will be able to hold off these forces, but we need to leave now if you want to help Lorcan and Elide.”

Without a second thought, you ran towards the dingy, hopping inside along your mate and father as the three of you rowed to shore. Stumbling through the sand, your legs ached from the strain of running towards the crowd of people further inland. And time stood still as you recognized the pale, black-haired female lashing out dark power at Aelin.

Maeve’s eyes shone with wicked delight as people stood around, helpless while an exhausted Aelin crumpled before the fae queen. Your father rushed forward, leaving you behind with Fenrys as he pleaded Maeve to spare Aelin.

“Please,” Gavriel whispered, kneeling before Maeve. “Leave Aelin be. Take me instead. Take my life.”

The scream that ripped from your throat was muffled by a large hand over your mouth, Lorcan’s intense gaze looking down upon you as he slowly shook his head. “Do not alert attention to yourself. She cannot know what you are to Fenrys,” he whispered.

Every nerve in your body was on fire, panic coursing through your veins as you turned to see the male who swore to stay by your side, slowly inching further away.

You were vaguely aware of your father, his own tears hitting the ground beneath him as he felt the pain of his blood bond being stripped away. Waves of horror knocked the breath from your lungs as Maeve called Aelin to bow, your cousin and Queen whipped before your eyes while no one took action.

Fenrys stood still, frozen under Maeve’s command as your mate could not afford to spare you a glance, leaving you at the mercy of Lorcan’s strong arm holding you back. “Do not make a scene, unless you want to make it worse for Fenrys,” he warned.

Salty tears streaked down your cheeks, your gaze locking with the tawny eyes of your father as he weakly managed his way over to you. Blinding anger coursed through you, confusion at how you could end up in this situation, surrounded by the most feared warriors, all of you forced into a position of waiting as your Queen was placed in an iron sarcophagus.

Fists clenched so hard your nails drew blood from your palms, disgusted with yourself as you allowed Aelin to be taken away so that your mate would be spared. And then the ground fell out from under you when Maeve ordered Fenrys to follow.

Your mate did not so much as spare you a look over his shoulder, but every muscle in his body seemed to strain as he fought against the order to walk away from you, from your father, your new family.

You bit down hard, Lorcan hissing as your teeth sunk into his fingers, blood dripping from your lips as he released you. You charged after Fenrys, running with no plan other than willing to risk everything for the person who had become more than everything to you.

But once again, broad arms wrapped around your waist as your father held you in his arms. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” Gavriel whispered, tears streaking down his face as you felt his calm, healing power wash over you, the world fading to black as you lost consciousness.

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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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kink/angst-tober masterlist

A/N: vast majority of these will be smut, other prompts may be dark. minors dni please! some of this is subject to change. they'll be posted at midnight est!

Day 1: Spanking with Gavriel Day 2: Wax play with Mor Day 3: Lingerie with Rhys Day 4: “She will die, thinking you never loved her.” Day 5: Cockwarming with Rowan Day 6: Temperature with Rowaelin Day 7: Free use with Feysand Day 8: “If I see you again, you’re dead.” Day 9: Piercings with Ruhn Day 10: Blood Kink with Manon Day 11: Mirror with Manorian Day 12: “You can run, we’ll find you every time.” Day 13: Praise with Fenrys Day 14: Corruption with Lorcan Day 15: Somnophilia with Nessian Day 16: “Don’t be nice to me, I know how much you want to slit my throat.” Day 17: Bondage with Feysand Day 18: Knife play with Manon and Asterin Day 19: Face fucking with Azriel and Rhys Day 20: “Tell her she can come on her own feet, or over my shoulder.” With Cazriel Day 21: Hair pulling with Elorcan Day 22: Overstimulation with Aelin Day 23: Breath play with Dorian Day 24: Edging with Lidia Day 25: “Really, poison again? Get more creative.” Day 26: Face sitting with Nesta Day 27: Voyeurism with Asterin (ft.the thirteen) Day 28: Degradation with Rowaelin Day 29: “If you’re going to try and stab me, at least learn how to hold the knife.” Day 30: Submission with Manorian Day 31: Brat-taming with Rowan

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oliviajdjarin · 2 years

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Rowan Whitethorn: Mine

Pairing: Rowan Whitethorn x female!reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Rowan Whitethorn protects what’s his.

Warnings: reader gets captured, she also has blue eyes, rowan kills a lot of people (very attractively), allusions to sex, blood, broken nose, sore wrists, mating bond, making out, touching, heavy swearing, and arguing. If I got a detail wrong with the mating bond or Valg qualities, I apologize. I finished this series in April…which is insane. There’s also a guest appearance from one of @leahkenobi’s favs hehe.

A/N: @leahkenobi…you know what this is. Happy birthday mate. You deserve the world. PLEASE SEND HER HAPPY BIRTHDAY MESSAGES!!

A/N 2: this is off canon :)

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(Pic gotten from Pinterest. Full credit to the owner).

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They had taken you.

Those fucking spiders had taken you.

He felt them do it. Felt your screams rattle his bones, and the bond crackle and pop against his sternum.

They must have followed you from the White Fang Mountains, trailing the scent of you that had been recently—very recently—mixed with his own.

The Valg soldier at the tip of his knife didn’t matter. The screaming witches flying over head didn’t matter. The seemingly endless army spread out before him didn’t matter.

His fae senses overtook him, and with a twitch of his lip and a tilt of his head, the oxygen surrounding him was stolen from the air.

With another blink, every speck was replaced with ice, and no Valg soldier or witch within his reach could escape his wake.

They dropped like sacks of flour, impaled with the shards Rowan Whitethorn had produced from his body, and he squeezed his fists together.

His triceps flexed as he did this, rippling the tattoos across his sun-kissed skin, and he breathed. Just breathed.

And listened.

The world around him quieted, except for the sound of his own heart racing. He could feel it chasing the rhythm of your own.

He sent the bond out like a beacon, searching as far as he could for any hint of your shape. He had it memorized, the shape you took up in the world. He let himself be called to it.

He closed his emerald eyes, exhaled, inhaled, then exhaled again.

There.

He had it. A vague idea of where they were carrying you. You were fighting back, he could feel it.

He couldn’t help the pride shining on his face.

He opened his eyes, and straightened his back as he beat his confidence down the bond.

Hold on, he said.

Just hold on.

He felt his muscles and tendons begin to shift, letting them have a mind of their own. His wings flared, and he released a cry.

With no time to lose, the most powerful pure-blooded fae warrior in history took to the skies, a trail of lightning and wind following him.

~*~

You were no stranger to torture, let alone loneliness. You just really wish it hadn’t been spiders.

You should have disguised your scent better. You should have disguised Rowan’s scent better.

You felt him using the bond to call out to you, searching for you and desperately trying to coax out a response from you.

But you didn’t reply, no matter how harshly it was cleaving your body in two. You knew why these spiders had taken you. Not only did they want you, but they wanted him.

“We could smell him,” they said, scratching down your face with their talons. “We could smell him all the way from the Fangs.”

You were writhing and squirming away from them as they spoke. Your teeth began to grind and sweat coated every inch of you.

“We will wait for him. Here.” The mouth of it got closer and closer to your face. Your chest began to shake. “In the meantime, behave, and we won’t bloody you too badly.”

That was hours ago, and the ropes connecting you to the cave’s wall would not fucking budge.

Your wrists were raw from how harshly you had been pulling, and the tops of your kneecaps were shredded from the harsh floor. Your nose had been throbbing since the spiders had first captured you—they had to disorient you somehow—and blood had been dripping down onto your shirt ever since. Never once had the drip slowed down, making your shirt sticky and your abdomen soaked.

You could not let it weaken you. You had to get out, alone, or Rowan would be stuck here too.

You knew he was close. You could taste it on the wind coming into your caved prison.

And for the first time in your life, it only filled you with dread.

~*~

After over an hour of silence and solitude in your cage, you began to wiggle your knife from the inside of your boot.

The spiders thought they had taken every even remotely dangerous item off of you, and it took all of your strength not to smirk in their faces when they rubbed it in your face.

Because of the soreness and sensitivity in your wrists, getting your boot off took some time, but the knife finally came free. While it was not massive, it was sharp, and it could at least start to weaken the harsh rope.

You had seen this rope before. It was some of the toughest on the market, with straw cut sharp enough to dig into skin and fabric.

You had to give the arachnids at least some credit.

As quietly as you could, you laid your non-dominant hand down on the ground, and used your body weight to saw back and forth on the rope. It stung like Hell to be pressing down so harshly on your tender skin, but you bit back your whimpers, and carried on.

After a few moments of sawing, the first layers of rope began to spring loose, and you released a shaky breath of relief.

You were going to get out of here. You were going to escape.

And that’s when you felt it.

Felt him.

He was here.

Your body ached for his contact. You wanted him to scoop you up and carry you away, get you out of this Hell hole.

But they wanted him too. They would stop at nothing. It wasn’t worth it.

He would burn himself out, and they’d have you both.

It wasn’t worth it.

You swallowed, calming down the bond beating harder than your heart, and sawed harder and louder than before.

I’m here Y/N.

You groaned at his voice in your head.

I’m coming.

You didn’t respond. You closed yourself off, and nearly snapped the knife in half by the time the first rope finally came loose.

The wind hitting your raw wrists caused you to hiss in pain, but you brushed it off, and laid your dominant hand on the ground.

You heard the loud echoes of spiders running across stone from further down the cave, as well as their screeches of pain, and you knew he was being rushed. You hoped he could hold them off long enough without draining all of his power.

You could feel it inside of you—the anger. You had seen him like this before, but never felt it. It clouded and your vision and creeped up the back of your neck.

You couldn’t imagine just how intense it was on his end of the bond.

You sawed and sawed until your arm went numb, but the rope was barely budging. Maybe the rope was thicker on that side, or your non-dominant hand was really that much weaker, but you persisted. Your heart was roaring in your head, and your adrenaline was pumping so harshly your hands began to shake.

The feeling of panic was rising in you, and you were too weak to push it away.

The first layers began to break, and sweat began dripping from your brow onto the ground. You took a second to calm your breathing and let your arm regain its strength, but the screams of the spiders became impossibly closer. Their bodies began to fly against the wall, and the outline of a body you knew all too well began to appear from the darkness.

You let out another groan, and sawed about halfway through the rope before hearing him.

“Y/N?”

Not in your head. Not in your heart. Real.

“Y/N,” he said again, and picked up his pace to sprint to you.

You let out a cry of frustration, and sawed so harshly your hands began to cramp.

He reached the poles of your cage, and searched for the lock on the door.

“Hang on baby. Hang on.”

“No,” you whined, and you were inches away from freedom.

“I’ve got you,” he said, and ripped the lock clean off the door. He creaked it open, and his robe flowed behind him as he ran to you. His hood masked most of his face, but his piercing green eyes and immaculate tattoos made him unmistakable.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, and all you wanted to do was fall into him, but with one final slice, you were free.

“No,” you said again, and shoved him off of you so hard his back hit the metal door.

You looked into his eyes as you stood up, and a mix of shock and genuine hurt coated them.

“Y/N, what—”

“You,” you yelled. “They want you Rowan. They want us both.”

Emotion was beginning to soften your voice, and Rowan’s eyes softened with it.

“That’s why I didn’t answer you. That’s why I shut you out. I didn’t want you here. I don’t want you here.”

Tears began to make your vision foggy, and you did you best to swallow them down, but with the way Rowan was looking at you, it was nearly impossible.

“Y/N, please—“

“No Rowan,” you interrupted. “What if you burnt out, huh? Then we would be stuck. They would have us both. How the Hell would anyone else find us?”

He swallowed down his own emotions before saying, “Y/N, I can handle—”

“I don’t need you here Rowan. I do not need to save me. You shouldn’t have come.”

You saw his chest cave in slightly at your words, like they caused him physical pain, and your throat was so swollen from tears that you were on the brink of exploding.

Rowan looked you up and down, and without an ounce of fear, stepped towards you once more. Gently.

“Y/N, you’re hurt,” he whispered, with all the care in the world in his eyes, and you fell to your knees.

He caught you as you fell, understanding that the shock of the day had finally worn off you, and tucked you into his chest. You let the pressure all out at once, and he held his hand in your hair to hold you steady.

You sobbed into his chest for a few moments, and he let you.

“Baby,” he whispered, “just let me see you. Please.”

You looked up at him, still basking in the aroma that you could only describe as home, and he wiped the tears away as he examined your nose.

A faint mist had coated his own eyes as well.

He used the tip of his finger to glide over your nose, so gently you could barely feel it, before saying, “Let’s go home.”

You nodded, and he pressed your foreheads together. You felt your hearts begin to beat as one, as they always had, and always would.

He breathed you in one last time, before scooping you into his arms and letting you cling to his robe.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your eyes already beginning to flutter shut. Being around him always seemed to put you in some sort of trancelike state where it was nearly impossible to not be relaxed.

“No Y/N,” he responded, rubbing his hand over your own, “I am.”

He brought you out of the cave and into the pines of Terrasen, where the shadow of a mountain lion awaited your arrival.

~*~

A panic unlike any other washed over Rowan Whitethorn when he saw you cutting yourself free of the most painful rope on the market, while so soaked with blood it stuck to you.

He was surprised he didn’t crumble the entire mountain.

Gavriel got the both of you to a safe house in no time. He ran in silence with you on his back, while Rowan flew ahead of you. He kept you in his line of sight the entire time, waiting for something to go wrong.

He was more than grateful that nothing did.

Finally at the safe house, Gavriel slowed to a stop, and let Rowan take you off of his back. He held you close to his chest, listening to your soft breaths.

Gavriel shifted, and laid his hand on Rowan’s back as he held you.

“I know you’ll take care of her,” he said, and Rowan nodded.

“I will.”

Gavriel gave him a shy smile, and looked down to you one last time.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he said, and forced himself to step away. Gavriel cared for you in a different way then Rowan did, but almost as much.

Almost.

Rowan brushed your hair from your head, and brought you into the birch-colored home. Nothing made him feel better than knowing you were in a place like this: warm, sheltered, safe.

He proceeded to bathe you, slowly. He didn’t want to rush with you. He never wanted to rush with you.

You smiled sleepily as he did this, and said thank you when he finally pulled you from the boiling water. He found himself smiling back.

He carried you to the master bed, and tucked you in tightly. He knew he needed a bath as well, with as much sweat and blood he had dealt with that day, but the way your exhausted arms weakly pulled him into the paradise that was awaiting him convinced him well enough.

“Stay. Please,” you mumbled.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and replied. “I’m staying.”

He removed everything from his boots to his shirt, and tucked himself against you. He pulled your bare form into his own, and found himself finally relaxing as well.

He listened to your heartbeat, noticing that it wasn’t soft enough to be asleep yet, and he rubbed his fingers against your scalp.

“Did we win? The battle?”

He nodded against you. “It has been taken care of.”

You hummed in response.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How much I love you,” you responded. “And how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. I shouldn’t have even been captured in the first place.”

He tucked his nose further into your hair, letting you continue.

“I knew what they were doing. I knew they wanted you. I didn’t want you to burn out and let them win.”

The emotions from earlier started creeping into your voice once again, so he pressed you deeper into him.

“My Y/N,” he whispered. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I wish I could have gotten there sooner.”

You began to breathe steadily again, so he pulled you back and looked into your eyes.

Your eyes were a color of blue he could not assign to any force of nature, but he’d spend the rest of his days studying them, trying to find something that could compare.

“I didn’t come for you because I didn’t think you could handle it,” he said. “Frankly, I knew you’d be at least nearly free from their grasp by the time I showed up.”

You smiled, showing some of your teeth.

He was so fucking obsessed with you it hurt.

“I came because I didn’t want you to have to handle it alone. You don’t have to handle anything alone.”

The blue of your eyes shined from your tears, making them that much more radiant.

“I’m right here Y/N. Right here.”

You nodded and rubbed your lips together, letting a few tears fall. He kissed them off your cheeks, and that only made more begin to spill.

“You are my mate, Y/N. Mine,” he said, framing your face with his hands. “And I am yours. Forever.”

You brought your hands from his bare chest up to his face, tracing the freckles and tattoos littering it. His own eyes fluttered closed, soaking in the fact that you were safe now. With him.

When you moved into his silver hair, he opened his eyes to see your own so full of joy. He just couldn’t help himself.

He started leaning in for a kiss, and mumbling, “I’ll be gentle. I won’t bump your nose.”

A sky smile came over your face. “I know.”

His stomach roared with butterflies, and he brought your face to his.

He wasn’t a liar. He was gentle. Pecking your lips over and over again, until you were the one who snapped. You brought him in deeper, etching your tongue over his, and he released a breath of pure pleasure.

With that, you wiggled underneath him, far enough that he was completely on top of you. His hands framed your hips, and you brought your hands down to his abdomen.

He pulled away. “You should be more tired than this.”

You smirked, and said breathlessly, “Tire me out then.”

His smirk matched your own, and he immediately latched himself onto your neck, beginning his descent down your body.

Gavriel was right. He did take care of you.

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queentala · 2 years

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Rowan bedroom headcanons

Rowan Whitethorn x reader

Warnings: NSFW obviously... Please don't read if you're not comfortable <3

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And last but not least from our amazing cadre - Rowan mf Whitethorn Daddy Buzzard

Well, in the books he seemed kinda vanilla to me but long time ago I decided "fuck canon". Also it's called headcanons and I have wild fantasy for a reason, so, LET'S GO!

Rowan likes biting. (Anyone surprised? Yeah, me neither.) Sometimes it's just innocent, playful nibbling at your ear or shoulder when he's hugging you from behind, pulling your bottom lip with his fangs when making out and generally taking every opportunity to chomp any piece of your skin he can get near his smiling lips.

However, half of the time it's more than that.

There rarely is a day when you don't bear hickeys on your neck. Like, you are Rowan's mate. And he needs everyone to remember this, including you.

You're always marked by him. Every day Rowan makes sure you have at lest few visible hickeys on your neck or collarbones because 1) it's very clear signal for other men to fuck off, 2) every time you look into mirror, memories of last night come back to you as well as promises of repetition when you get home, 3) you simply look hot and it makes Rowan feel proud and loved as you're not ashamed of showing what he can do to you.

He really likes to wake you up like this - biting and pulling at your soft flesh, first gently, then as you begin to awake, getting more intense. His hands stroke your sides or hair as his lips work on your neck, sleepy murmurs coming from your throat only motivating him to keep going.

That way not only he makes you feel good from the very morning, but also knows that the bruises won't disappear during the day.

And he's more than happy when you return the favor, creating a chain of love marks running from his jaw, down his neck and along collarbones. During the years it became your love langue.

Oh, and of course, during sex - marks everywhere. On both of you. If you're not bruised, scratched and hickeyed, you're not done.

(Rowan always bites into your shoulder when he's cumming.)

Basically, I think your neck would be Rowan's favorite part of you. He really gets crazy at the sight of your body, he loves to worship your every inch but your neck... So pretty and fragile. The way it fits perfectly into his big palm, the way your eyes roll back when he squeezes it. He could harm you so easily yet you trust him, let him do anything he wishes with you, throwing yourself at his mercy.

Rowan is 100% dom that loves having everything in control. He's the top, he's the one giving orders so know your place as he's not giving up the power he holds.

Also he might be bit of a sadist.

It is the part of him he rarely shows to anyone and maybe doesn't really acknowledge it himself. Rowan knew it's nothing to be proud of, but torturing people, hearing them screaming and begging, always brought him some kind of relief. He'd assumed it's because he can take out all his anger and other emotions like this. Only when you told him that you don't mind some pleasurable pain in bedroom and showed him all the things that turn you on... Oh baby, you set the beast free.

Like I alluded above, choking/breath play in general. Rowan loves to control your breathing, especially when you orgasm, making your head spin with dizziness as your eyes roll to the back of your skull. He could easily use his magic to do so but your mate simply loves to hold your neck in his iron grasp, run his knuckles along your soft skin lovingly only to grip it brutally seconds later, knocking all the air out of your lungs.

He especially loves to fuck you from behind. Like, when he's pushing your back against his chest, one hand clasped tightly on your neck, other one playing either with your breasts or clit as he hammers into your small hole and you're just a whimpering mess, scratching at his wrists as you chase orgasm after orgasm.

And the next day you don't have to worry about choosing jewellery as you have beautiful purple necklace printed on your skin.

Another thing often used in your bedroom are gags. There's a whole fucking collection in Rowan's drawer and you can find there all types on every occasion. We have: ball gags, tapes, dildo gags, ring / spider gags and every other one that you desire, or depending on what Rowan wants to do with your mouth, is needed.

For example, when at the beginning you had problems with holding your mouth open while Rowan fucked your throat, he made you wear spider gag and sit between his legs with his cock in your mouth for hours.

Or when he had to punish you for misbehaving and you kept defending yourself and whining he forced dildo gag down your throat and taped your mouth, then continued to fuck you mercilessly all night.

The muffled sounds you make when you try to speak and the helpless look in your eyes never fail to take your mate to the edge.

Often it is combined with other kinds of restrains like bondage. Nothing too heavy, but enough to keep you in place, preventing your thighs from squeezing when he’s abusing the spot that makes you see stars or tying your hands to the headboard so you’re not able to touch him if you’d been naughty.

Your bed definitely has built in several metal rings to which Rowan can tie ropes or chains with handcuffs and tie you up, no matter the position he has you in.

Sometimes to spice up things a little he adds a blindfold. When you're all tied up, gagged and devoid of almost all your senses, and you have no idea what's happening around you, Rowan likes to tease you for a while (long time). He uses his wind to bluff you about his location or sends cold breeze to brush against your warm, naked body and pussy throbbing in need. He loves that you're always more sensitive to touch in moments like this.

I also feel like Rowan would be big on impact play. He could definitely spend the whole day with you bent over his lap and ass red from all the times his hand landed on it. He wouldn’t stop until he was sure the red print of his palm on your buttcheek won’t disappear for the next few days. And the day after he would struggle to hide his smirk whenever you winced while sitting, remembering how loud your moans mixed with cries were last night or how you were literally dripping on his tight every time he smacked your butt.

He loves to remind and tease you about how much of a painslut you are.

Like I said before, Rowan loves control. His first and most important rule: no cumming without permission. Doesn’t matter how close you are, how much it hurts or that you’re not able to hold it any longer, you get to cum only when your mate decide you’ve earned it. If he feels like you’re really slipping over the edge and won’t last long, he’ll simply stop.

“Oh baby, if you can’t fulfill such an easy order then you don’t deserve to cum, don’t you think?”

Could edge you for hours if not days. Fucking you slowly or brutally, pulling out every time you were just about to let go, spending countless amount of time whit his tongue buried in your hole and lips sucking on your clit, making the torture even longer when you start getting too whiny, or with you on his lap, fingering your pussy from dusk till dawn simply because he was bored.

This fucker would definitely smooth warming/stimulating salve over your crotch or clit and then made you go the whole day without touching, watching you so desperate that you’re ready to fuck any furniture in the room, only to relief the burning between your legs even a little bit.

And don’t get me started on how Rowan would make you ride his thigh... Laughing every time your eyes almost jump out of their orbits as your clit brush against the material cladding his hard muscles. His hands clasped firmly on your hips, making sure you don’t get too carried away, ready to pull you off and stop the pleasure if you disobey his orders.

And maybe he’d go this far to even buy you fancy collar and leash to pull on whenever you ride his leg or cock.

But, Rowan is not an asshole, at least not to you, so he always makes sure after edging you get as many orgasms as you (he) want. At the end of the day it’s mostly all about your pleasure.

That’s why from time to time he invites Gavriel or Lorcan (few times even both) to make sure you’re properly taken care of.

“I couldn’t forgive myself if I ever let my baby leave our bed unsatisfied” Rowan cooed, evil smirk settling on his lips as more tears fell on your cheeks. His hand gripped your neck and he could feel himself deep in your throat, speeding up as he neared his another release. Your cries were muffled, making the three men chuckle. Gavriel dig his fingers harder into your hips as he fastened his thrusts, manhandling you up and down on his cock, Lorcan hammering into your ass from behind, all three of them stretching you painfully yet so good. Your whole body was shaking but the males weren’t even close to giving you a rest.

Rowan would definitely not restrain himself to fucking you only behind the doors of your bedroom. In fact, the risk of you two being caught during naughty times really turns him on. What’s the better way to show someone that you’re only his than fucking you mercilessly on their eyes?

So more than once you found yourself being railed against the wall on some palace corridor or on the table in the meeting room, few minutes before the beginning of a meeting. And when you think your mate is not able to surprise you anymore he proves you wrong with ideas you would never come up with.

“Ayo darling, I know we’re eating important dinner with my whole family right now but do you want to fuck in the garden?”

On hay in stable, under the table during ball, on a rooftop, on the beach (obviously), on a bench in park, saunas, restaurants, temple (happened once) and basically wherever your dirty minds tell you to.

Angry sex with Rowan would be another new experience. When his fist grips your hair so hard you’re afraid he might rip them out of your head but his another hand is squeezing your neck, making you dizzy, so all the worries turn into thin air within seconds. His hips meet yours with bruising force and speed as Rowan pulls orgasms out of you, one after another, fucking you into pure ecstasy. And the fury in his eyes, making the green irises turn so dark that almost brown, putting you into subconscious, making you his fuck doll he can take out those anger on.

And as the cherry on top: Rowan with breeding kink!

Like, it’s canon that this guy wants a big family but I don’t think it’s only because he loves children.

What he loves even more is putting children in your belly. Putting as much cum he can into you, watching you grow bigger with every day, inhaling your new scent. Ofc as an amazing mate he’d spoil you with everything you wish, doesn’t matter if it’s food, fuzzy blankets or sexual fantasies and needs. Then he’d be the best father in the world, taking care of your kids as if they’re the most precious things in the universe. And when he finally puts them to their beds, Rowan will drag you to your bedroom and watch you swell for another nine months.

Cool. I made myself horny.

Now that I read this and Gavriel's headcanons I have a feeling I made Lorcan and Fenrys look too vanilla. Guess I'm gonna rewrite some things...

And anticipating your questions, yes, you'll get Rowan smut. Most likely in few months as you know I struggle with writing those but still. I already have few ideas.

#rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan x reader #rowan whitethorn #throne of glass #throne of glass imagines #tog x reader #tog #tog imagines #sjm #acotar #cc hoeab #tog smut #azriel #cassian #rhysand #lorcan salvaterre #gavriel #fenrys moonbeam

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aemptymoon · 1 year

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what if, during sex, gavriel bites the partner on the skin between the shoulder blades, pulling it away like big cats during mating

#gavriel #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass #gavriel x reader

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saphirered · 2 years

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Kiss in the night fluff for Gavriel x fem mate please

I hope you like this one! Very fluffy but with just a faint hint of spice for the mates. Thanks for requesting 😘

Gavriel arrives home. It’s been far too long. Travel has been tedious but finally he sees the familiar palace. It’s not the gilded halls that make it home, it is the people that live in it he calls family, and they him. He longs for chaotic dinners with fights breaking out and joking insults thrown around. He longs for training in the gardens with his friends. He longs for the stories of his son, and the corrections and comments of his mate much to his son’s dismay; making up for lost time. He longs for the never quiet halls because he hears the people he cares about most. As long as he has them, he could make any place home. But there’s one in particular he could not go without, one that makes his heart beat faster, and stills his breath at a mere look. Without you, this home would be incomplete. Without your smile he would not feel the same happiness. Without your wit he would not enjoy the endless bickering the same. The meals would be quiet and so would trainings. A piece would forever be missing. You complete it for him. You hold his heart, his world in your hands and he trusts you with it forever, for you have handed him his. When you learned you were mates, you were happy to accept and engulf in each other’s warmth when you have both known so much darkness in your lives. You’ll be each other’s light.

He follows the familiar halls, as usual he goes to your chambers, desperate to settle down and just be, sink into the comforts. The hearth burns with a warming fire. Some candles are still lit to offer some lighting but most flames have been snuffed a while ago leaving the room mostly dark. Gavriel feels your presence in the room. He knows you are here. The bed is still made. He expected you to have gone to sleep at this hour but you find yourself elsewhere, so he searches for you. It doesn’t take him long to find you curled up on the lounge in the library, open book on your lap, blanket pulled over your body. Your breathing is evened and slow. Your eyes are closed. You’re still in your day clothes and even still have the decorative pins and hair pieces stuck. He doubts it’s comfortable in your current state but he’d also like to let you rest. First he moves the book from your lap, marks the page. You stir lightly. He simply runs a hand over your leg. You visibly ease in your sleep when he does, and mumble under your breath, adjusting yourself. He smiles to himself.

When he supported himself on his arm to reach over and remove the comb from the back of your head, he did not expect your fingers wrapping around his wrist and holding on. Bleary eyed you stare at him. It takes you a second to realise he is not some figment of your imagination, or your still sleeping mind conjured up. This is not some dream. This is real. He still pulls the comb from your hair and places it aside, taking a better position as you lace your fingers with his. You take a deep breath and smile.

“You’re back.” Your voice is still heavy with sleep even when you sit up. You still can’t quite believe it, not even when you run your fingers through his hair, over a pointed ear until you let your hand rest on his cheek and lazily press your lips to his. Gavriel is more than happy to indulge you.

“I’m back.” Gavriel presses his forehead to yours. He’s missed this. It’s already a burden to be away from you, let alone so long and he’s just happy to be back. He can rest easier, rest truly now he is back in your embrace. You make space for him on the lounge and pull at your entwined hand to insist he join. Gavriel would not dare refuse you, nor deny you this for he feels it too. Anything to be near you, with you. He insists you sit with your back to him, so he can undo the up-do you’d done, remove all those pins. Once they’re all removed he runs his fingers through, ridding your hair of any tangles. He feels it within his own chest; that vibration much like a purr. The bond is pleased to hold you, to care for you.

“How were negotiations?” You ask finding yourself while still buzzing much more awake in the presence of your mate.

“Is that what you wish to talk about?” Gavriel humours when you lean back, the final knots untangled and your hair free from its confines. He brushes it over one shoulder, placing his lips on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist where you place yours over his and smile.

“Not really.” You moan when he kisses just the right spot, and you feel his teeth grazing.

“Shall we talk about something else then?” His nose brushes your neck until he whispers in your ear. The mere closeness sends shivers down your spine.

“I want you to tell me what you need.” You turn, find your legs on either side of his and drape your arms over his shoulders. Gavriel’s find the small of your back, reaching under your loose shirt and trail up and down your spine.

“What I want,” He starts. “is to ravage my mate, show her how much I’ve missed her and make up for lost time. But, what we both need is sleep.” You groan and when he leans in for a kiss you turn your head, letting it land on your cheek instead. He gives you a look at your childish antics.

“How about a compromise?” You suggest playing with the hairs at the back of his neck.

“What do you have in mind?”

“We make our way to bed and we’ll decide then, which one of the two it will be.” Gavriel seems to consider your suggestion. He doesn’t offer a verbal reply but instead, hooks his hands beneath your knees and lifts you up. He rises to his feet as you wrap your legs around him. You stare into those tawny eyes, exhaustion vanishing from them as it had from you by the second. Especially with this offer in mind, especially while holding you now and that look you give him promises a hunger he would gladly satisfy.

He carries you out of the library through the halls and to your bedroom where he gently lies you down on the bed. You rise to your knees as he stands in front of you, beginning to undo the buttons of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, then pulling his shirt from his trousers and lifting it over his head all too slowly, deliberately letting your hands wander. Gavriel watches you move so deliberately but with what intent, that remains to be seen. Though he has a feeling. Where he arrived exhausted, he thought the first sight of a bed he would catch, he would crash on it and not wake for the next week, but now that’s changed for you are on that bed and sleep is slowly becoming the furthest thing from his mind. Reasonably speaking he knows he should but reason goes out of the window when you pull your own shirt over your head and discard it.

“Have you made a decision, my dear?” You ask like the vixen you are and he just laughs placing a hand on your cheek, guiding your face up to look at him proper.

“I think you’ve convinced me.” Gavriel bends down, placing his lips on yours in a loving kiss. It starts with love and affection but lust and longing grow. Still you cherish this sweet moment before you pull him onto the bed with you to make good on your promise.

#gavriel x reader #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass imagines #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fic #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass #gavriel #sjm fic #sjmaas

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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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aeide-thea · 2 years

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absolutely no idea what got me thinking about 90s SFF cover art but i really did think this particular set was awfully striking back in the day! and thanks to this very thorough overview of Fionavar Tapestry Cover Art Through the Decades i now know it was done by mel odom, who i'd never heard of before looking him up just now but who it turns out is apparently family, not to mention alive and well and posting on instagram!

#always something really beautiful and also really sad—so i guess just 'poignant' in the end—#abt discovering i was raised by queer ppl i didn't even know #like. something in me recognized something in this art. but at the same time imagine what it might have meant to KNOW these things.#instead i was given a piece of john crowe ransom's to read‚ years before i ever saw anything of robert duncan's #no mention that one was a vicious censoring homophobe and one was a gay man and brave as hell #i LOVE 'my mother would be a falconress' and like. imagine if i could've known we were both queer #anyway. point is. really does make me shiningly glad every time i learn something i grew up with and loved was also gay #book covers #bookblogging #formative #mel odom #guy gavriel kay #the fionavar tapestry #<3

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 7 months

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could i request a gavriel x reader where reader is the best friend of aedion but also rowans sister, she flirts with gavriel and aedion and rowan hate it so much. she calls him dilf and has a crush on him but doesn’t actually make any move until one day where he snaps and they kiss bc the teasing is too much. they sneak around for months and become mates but they don’t want to tell anyone bc she doesn’t want to upset aedion and her brother, so they consume the mating bond in secret but when they come down for dinner, no matter how hard he tries to shield her scent, they smell gavriel all over her, they also notice how she’s clinging to him.

I settled for her being Rowan's sister and there are some other little tweaks. Hope you don't mind them.

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To keep your heart

Gavriel hated himself for it. He hated himself more than he could even imagine he could. Rowan was his friend. A lifelong friend. Someone whom Gavriel trusted. Someone Gavriel was ready to die for and yet here he was in a bed, pressing his sister against his chest.

It ripped at Gavriel. There rarely were secrets between them. Rowan was like no other. He had listened and inked Gavriel's skin when grief ripped at the lion immensely. But it took one look. One look in you, wrapped in Rowan's cloak, soaked through by the rain, trembling and scared. Blood dripping from the side of your head for Gavriel to know that his fate was cruelly intertwined with yours.

"You're thinking about it again", your voice was barely a whisper as you tilted your head upwards. Gavriel exhaled, eyes still on the ceiling above him. He felt your worry growing and his fingers, as if working on their own, moved to stroke your back. "I've known him for most of my life. I watched him mature, fall in love, lose the ones he loved, fight in deadly battles", his voice cracked slightly.

"We can... I could just go", you moved to pull away from the male you had been sneaking around with for some time now but Gavriel gripped your wrist. "That's the problem, my heart", Gavriel turned to you this time, his ancient eyes soft as he watched you, "I don't want you to go but I fear the storm this might unleash". You knew this was coming. You could hide this for the time being but you were marked by Gavriel now. He had taken your maidenhead. His scent was intertwined with yours now. It was a miracle that Rowan or anyone else hadn't felt it yet.

"I don't want to cause you problems, Gavriel. If this might split up the cadre...", you were willing to pull yourself away from the man you had fallen in love with. But it felt as if he hadn't heard your voice as he spoke, "I'm serious about you. I haven't just done this on a wimp. I value the gifts of your body that you shared with me", he moved to cup your face softly, "But most of all I value your heart. I want to keep it. I don't want to let go if it", his words were barely a whisper. You leaned your forehead against him, "Then it's yours to keep, lion".

It was late the next morning when you awoke from slumber. Gavriel cursed under his breath as he reached for his clothes that were scattered over his bedroom floor. You moved to sit up, eyes still sleepy as you watched your lover nearly falling over while he tried to pull up his pants. You chuckled, making Gavriel growl, "Don't you laugh at me, woman", but that only made you let out a proper chuckle. That made Gavriel still before he leaped onto the bed. Making you let out a shriek as he attacked your neck with kisses.

You were surprised to find all of the males still sitting around the table when you finally made your way to the kitchen. It was oddly silent and you halted on the last step. "Did I forget to bring back eggs?", you asked innocently, you know how particular some of them were about their breakfast. But Fenrys only smirked at your words. Even Lorcan had a smug smile on his face. You stepped closer toward them. A gust of wind, catching your loose curls. Rowan's hand gripped his cutting knife tighter. A deep growl rumbled within his chest.

"Rowan, let's talk about it", Gavriel pleaded but Rowam made a beam line over the table toward him. A scream slipped past your lips as you moved to run towards them, only to be met with Fenrys and Lorcan blocking your way. "No, Roro, please. Please, you can't hurt him", you shouted through the sound of the tassel that was leaving the kitchen in shreds.

"You filthy bastard, how could you?", Rowan snarled, fangs out as he shoved Gavriel onto what remained of the dining table, "You sworn, all of you did. She was off limits". You trashed against the two males that held you. Gavriel fought back enough to not let himself get killed but allowed Rowan's blows to strike true. "And it ate at me all this time. I care for her, she...", but his words were cut off by Rowan's fist, "I'll gut you", he promised.

You let out another cry, "You can't and you won't", and you yanked at your hands. Rowan held Gavriel against the wall now. The fear within you. The pain that started to grow within you finally broke loose, "You won't harm him because Gavriel is my mate", the room stilled. It felt as if there was no oxygen in it. "If you kill him... You'll kill me too, brother", you muttered, the hands holding you loosened and you wasted no time as you rushed forward. Rowan took a couple of steps backward. You quickly took your brother's place and cupped Gavriel's bruised face softly. The tug on the bond told you enough. He was fine. As fine as he could be for now. A loud banging of the door made you flinch but you didn't need to turn around to know that it was Rowan who had stormed out.

Gavriel moved to wrap his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer to his chest. You let the warmth of him soothe the ache in your chest. You hoped Rowan would come to terms with it. You didn't want to lose him. Gavriel pressed a loving kiss to the side of your head. "We'll watch over him... you two... just...", Lorcan said before his own words failed him. "We'll have your backs. Congratulations, guys. This is big", Fenrys smiled at you both, before tapping Lorcan's shoulder as the two males stepped out as well.

#gavriel tog imagine #gavriel tog x reader #gavriel imagine #gavriel x you #gavriel x reader #tog imagine #tog x reader #tog x you #rowan whitethorn x reader #lorcan salvaterre #fenrys moonbeam #the cadre

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rowaelinsdaughter · 7 months

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THRONE OF GLASS

ROWAELIN

Bring her home

Home

Got a secret, can you keep it?

what happens in the forest stays in the forest

love marks

housewife

nightmare

anime fan reader

baking

Mini series; under the water

AELIN

You draw stars, around my scars

i hate you

photoshoot

ROWAN

I'm sorry

Yes, sir

good night

sick

little bunny

MANON

Happy birthday

Morning routine

Sweet mornings

Mine

my girl

keep my heart

ELORCAN

Drooling over me

FENRYS

I see red

DORIAN

Like a kid

womanizer

always know what to say

my present

babygirl

LORCAN

Praise

fight for you

ELIDE

the blush one her cheeks

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danikamariewrites · 5 months

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Could I please make a request for 'Cadre part2' maybe some hurt/comfort were reader and Lorcan get into another fight and he says something that hurts the reader, so reader decides to ignore everyone the Cadre until he gives them a proper apology.

Not on Speaking Terms

Cadre x reader

A/n: please accept this peace offering until I’m in a smutty mood again. I’m so sorry for the wait on part 2, I genuinely feel bad bc you guys have been asking for more so I decided to get this one done tn ❤️❤️

Warnings: hurt/comfort poly relationship, and Lorcan being a dick

“I can’t with this right now Lorcan.” You growl out, stomping down the hall to your bedroom. “Yes, we’re doing this now!” His booming voice catching up with you as he jogged to catch up with you. “You’re being selfish and you aren’t listening to me.”

That made you stop dead in your tracks. He saw your shoulders stiffen as your back straightened. You quickly turned on your heel to face him with rage simmering in your eyes. “You did not just say that to me.” You growled.

After that exciting night in the war tent with the boys you all realized there was something more than sexual attraction. You truly love all of them and they love you. When you woke up in the middle of the night you found you had been moved to the bigger bed. You were still on Gavriel’s chest. As you blinked the tiredness from your eyes you found the rest of the males asleep next to you.

At breakfast the next morning Fenrys had shamelessly brought up the subject, wanting to clear the awkwardness from the group. The White Wolf winked at you as the conversation started. Since that morning you officially started dating Rowan, Gavriel, Fenrys, and Lorcan.

It was tough to make sure you spent an equal amount of time with each of them at first. They all tended to be jealous and territorial. Especially Lorcan. You knew he and Rowan had a history of having the same partner, but he wasn’t used to this. You and Lorcan got into little spats here and there when he wouldn’t listen to you or give you space when you needed it. Lorcan loves you so much and just wants to make you happy. He just has trouble with his emotions sometimes.

During training g this morning you and Lorcan got into one of those slats that somehow escalated when you were trying to explain to him why you aren’t doing anything with any of the boys today. The fact that Lorcan is calling you selfish while you continuously put off plans to be with him when he felt neglected is insane.

“Stay away from me.” You said before turning away to hurry to your room. You didn’t see Lorcan’s hurt expression from your harsh command. He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. But if you wanted space Lorcan would let you have it.

You locked yourself in your own bedroom for the rest of the day. You didn’t even come out for dinner. A little after seven there was a knock on your door. “Y/n,” Fenrys calls out. You didn’t want to hear it. “Go away Fen!” Your tone left no room for argument. He sighed and shuffled away.

Rowan, who can always talk to you was shut out next. Even Gavriel. The most level headed one was turned away. But he wouldn’t give up. Gavriel came back to your room on the morning asking what happened. You whip the door open to find him with his arms crossed, an exasperated look on that gorgeous face. His tawny eyes sparkled with mischief. His face quickly fell when he noticed your puffy eyes and red cheeks.

“What?” Your voice monotone. Gavriel clears his throat trying to not let your attitude throw him off. “I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. Lorcan didn’t give us the full story and I want to help you two-“ “No.” you cut him off. You knew where this was going. Gavriel wanted to help you two come to a compromise so you could fix whatever has happened between you. Not this time.

“That’s not how it’s going to work this time. Until Lorcan can be a big boy and have a conversation with me himself I’m not speaking to any of you. The male is 400 years old.” You slam the door in Gavriel’s face so hard his hair flys back.

Lorcan feels guilty. He really does, but he hates admitting he’s wrong. Gavriel and Rowan told him he’s on his own and that you were right, he needs to start fixing problems with you on his own or Lorcan wouldn’t have you any more.

It took all day for Lorcan to rehearse what he is going to say to you. Fenrys laughed when he caught Lorcan talking to himself in the mirror. But the pup did give good advice, “Go with what your heart tells you. Not what you can come up with in your mind, it isn’t authentic.” When the hell did Fenrys get so wise, he thought to himself.

Taking a deep breath, Lorcan collects himself and lightly knocks on your door. “Who is it?” You call out. “It’s me, can I come in sweetheart.” He hears you groan along with the blankets shuffling as you roll over. Lorcan contained his annoyance and entered your room. You let out another loud groan and pull the blankets over your head. Lorcan makes his way over to the bed. When he sits the mattress dips a noticeably amount thanks to his large body.

“Can we talk?” He asks softly, resting a hand on your calf. “Fine.” You sit up letting the blankets fall off leaving your hair a frizzy mess. Lorcan huffs out a quiet laugh, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he reaches out to smooth out your hair. “I’m sorry I called you selfish. I was just…I didn’t understand that you needed space.”

“It’s not just my space. I just wanted you to understand that I give up a lot when you ask for me. I love you Lorcan, and I don’t want us to keep having these fights.” Lorcan cups your face and you lean into his touch. “I promise I’ll work on it. I love you sweetheart.” He leans forward kissing your forehead. “Goodnight, I’ll let you get some sleep.”

He stands ruffling your already messy hair a little. You grab his hand and pull Lorcan back to your bed. “Wait. I’ve been alone too long and I miss you guys. Can we all sleep together?” Lorcan gave you the biggest smile you’d ever seen from him. He quickly scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You giggle as he runs down the hall to your shared room with the boys.

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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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Hello!!! Can I please request a Fenrys x reader fic where they realise they’re mates during the war and all that but reader and Aedion are twins so Gavriel is also obviously her father and just how they deal with the messiness of the situation but also with lots of fluff from all sides? Thank you so much 💚💚💚

I LOVE this request; it took me a minute to figure out how to make it fluffy just because Empire of Storms is so intense but this is such a cool idea; I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it💜

Reunited

Fenrys x Reader (ft. Daddy Gavriel)

Your world flipped upside down when Adarlan conquered Terrasen. Managing to escape with your brother, Aedion, the two of you formed a plan to infiltrate the Kingdom of Adarlan, developing rebel forces for when you were reunited with your cousin, Aelin.

Aedion took over as general of the Bane, filling his ranks with those who sympathized with your cause, while you worked your way up in the palace as a servant. Your duties, ranging from cleaning rooms to becoming a handmaid to the Queen, provided great intel for Aedion that allowed the Bane to stage battles.

When Aelin returned, you aided in her rescue of Aedion, joining her and Rowan on their journey to Skull’s Bay from that point.

It was in Rolfe’s office when your world turned upside down. You stood alongside Rowan as Aelin pitched her deal to Rolfe to join forces against Erawan. And then the door opened, revealing two males who made your heartbeat stutter for different reasons.

You recognized your father immediately, and he you, when your tawny eyes locked with his. He stumbled forward, a gasp leaving his lips as you stared at each other. Rowan stepped protectively in front of you, one hand on your wrist as he stared down the famous Lion, the legendary member of Maeve’s cadre, Gavriel.

“Please, let me see her,” Gavriel pleaded with Rowan, his gaze struggling to meet yours around Rowan’s hulking form.

“Rowan, it’s fine,” you whispered. You hadn’t held the same animosity towards your father as your brother, Aedion had, as you always believed he had a reason for leaving you. This was your opportunity to learn it.

Rowan turned to you, his gaze softening at the hope in your eyes. “He is blood-sworn to Maeve. He can only deny her will to an extent, and I will not let him hurt you.”

Your eyes flicked to the other male in the room, losing your balance as you stumbled backward at the look in his eyes. Fenrys watched you, awe etched on his face as he, too, moved towards you.

Rowan growled, Aelin leaping up from Rolfe’s seat where she lounged as they moved in front of you in a protective stance.

“It’s okay,” Fenrys promised, his gaze never leaving yours. “She’s my mate.” Tears formed at your eyes, the instant connection you felt towards the striking male in front of you breaking your guard down.

“Please, Row,” you tugged against his grip, desperate to meet the two males you were sure would be the most important in your life.

Rowan looked down at you, pure fae instinct in his eyes as he turned to the members of his cadre, every bit the legendary warrior as which he was known. “What are your orders from Maeve?” he demanded.

Gavriel spoke first, his voice like something from a long-lost dream, a memory from a past life that you longed for. “We were ordered to find Lorcan and kill him. If you can help us fail in finding him, we can assist you for as long as possible. Please, Rowan, Aelin, let me meet her.”

After a long, tense moment, Rowan and Aelin nodded to each other, parting ways as you now saw clearly the two males ahead of you. Your father moved towards you first, his dark tattoos in contrast to his golden hair the first thing you noticed as you rushed towards each other. He was warm, broad, muscular arms pulling you into his lithe form as you wrapped your own around him. This is home, you thought, holding back the tears as you allowed yourself to simply feel.

Gavriel didn’t move, waiting until you reluctantly pulled away enough to look up at him. “I have so much to explain to you. So much that I wish I could take back...”

You shook your head, a small smile gracing your lips to silence him. “We will get to all of that - later. For now, I just want to know you,” you whispered, leaning up to press a kiss to your father’s cheek before turning your gaze to the male in the corner.

Breathing was difficult as you took in the extraordinary beauty of him. Blonde curls fell around bewildered, onyx eyes that locked in on you. The world spun around the two of you as his gaze held you in place. “My mate,” you whispered, moving towards him slowly, as though your feet moved of their own accord, your body drawn towards him.

Fenrys simply nodded, swallowing as his chest moved with each deep breath. A chuckle from where Rowan and Aelin stood drew the two of you from your trance, and you turned to see the amusement written on Rowan’s face. “Fen, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you so stricken,” he teased.

You turned, enjoying the blush on the handsome male’s face. Biting your lip, you dared to bring a hand to the golden-brown skin of his cheek. With a slight giggle, you joked, “it’s nice to meet you, Fenrys.” He nodded, transfixed on you.

Gavriel cleared his throat, clearly refraining from his fatherly protective instincts as he leaned backwards slightly. “I’ve never... scented a mating bond quite so strong,” he noted, lip slightly curling as his glance flicked to Rowan and Aelin. They nodded in agreement, smiling encouragingly at you as they held their hands up, covering the scent from their noses.

“A strong bond, indeed,” Fenrys spoke softly, stepping forwards towards you as his fingertip grazed your jawline. A slight shift in movement from your father drew you out of the moment, stepping back as you giggled nervously at your newfound family, and mate.

Rolfe rolled his eyes, shooing the group of you out the door as Aelin sent him a wink. “Let’s go figure this out elsewhere,” Rowan grumbled, guiding you outside. The group settled at a pub downstairs, where you sat in between Gavriel and Fenrys, a deep peace settling through you as you enjoyed the presence of two males who cared about you more than you’d ever dreamed.

Part II | Part III

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throneofsapphics · 7 months

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pretty apologies

Gavriel x f!Reader

Summary: Day 1, Gavriel & Spanking

Warnings: spanking, bondage, smut, d/s dynamics

kinktober masterlist

Gavriel entered to see his mate curled up in the armchair, eyes darting across the page of the same book she’d been reading this morning. Actually, she’s in the exact same position as when he left. He took a look at the clock. Nine hours, he’d been gone. Engrossed enough she didn’t notice the door opening, or him entering.

His lips curved into a half-smile as he crossed the room, stopping before her, and plucking the book out of her hands.

A noise of outrage bubbled in her throat, “I’m on the last chapter-” She reached for it again, but he held it higher, out of her grasp. “Gavriel.” She snarled, reaching for it again.

He gave her an unimpressed look. “Have you moved at all today?” He asked mildly.

“I’m on the last chapter.” She repeated, eyes trained on the book in his hands.

“Y/n” He warned her. The female’s eyes narrowed, and she huffed, crossing her arms.

“Fine. I haven’t moved.” He knows he shouldn’t let her get away with it, but he’s tempted to see how far she’ll push him. How interested she really is in this novel.

“So you haven’t eaten or drank anything since this morning.” Y/n’s silence answered his question, but he waited for her to reply.

“No.” She said softly. “Can I please finish the last chapter? I’ll eat after.”

“Eat first.” He said firmly.

She rolled her eyes, and made it halfway up reaching her arm out to try and snatch the book, before he spoke. “Go.”

Those pretty eyes went wide and apologetic, but he pointed to their bedroom, and she headed there without any protest.

She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. He took his time, nearly ten minutes, before walking in. She keeps her eyes focused on the ground in front of her, her hands resting on each of her thighs. A calloused finger tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. “Clothes off.” She saw the ropes in his hands, some of his rougher cords. And black.

She stripped, carefully folding her clothes, placing them in a neat pile on the dresser before returning to stand in front of him, eyes trained on the floor. His finger spun, indicating for her to turn around, and he tied her arms behind her back, his fingers working quickly to bind them from elbow to wrist. She stifled any whines or whimpers, knowing it would make things worse. His hand pushed her shoulders down until her face pressed into the sheets, leaving her ass up in the air.

“Explain.” He said from behind her, his voice deep and calm.

“I was bad.”

A sharp swat landed on her ass. Details, she remembered.

“I didn’t take care of myself.”

“And?”

“I .. I was rude.”

Silence, as he waited for y/n to explain further. A couple of seconds passed, before her body jolted forwards, another blow landing.

A tear leaked from the corner of her eye. “I rolled my eyes at you.” Her body jolted forward again, his hand hitting ass with a loud smack and her core started throbbing.

“I was disrespectful when you were trying to take care of me.”

That seemed to be the right answer, because his hands gripped her upper arms, pulling her back to sit.

“I’m sorry.” Her eyes watered, a few tears leaking. Not because of pain or discomfort, but she hated the disappointment in his eyes.

“You’re forgetting something.” He murmured.

“Sir.” She blurted out. “I’m sorry sir.”

No praise came from him, but something like approval flickered through his tawny eyes.

A hand gently pushed her hair out of her face, his thumb wiping away the lone tear gathered on her cheek. She didn’t resist as he threw her over his lap, wiggling to try and get comfortable - a warning tap stopped that quickly. “It wouldn’t be a punishment if you were.” He’d said that the last time she complained.

One arm wrapped over her back, holding her in place. He ran his other hand down the already red skin, soft and gentle strokes so at odds with what was coming next.

“Count for me.” He instructed and she took a breath to brace herself as his hand landed brutally on the already red skin. She made it to ten before the tears started flowing.

“Eleven,” she wailed, tears freely flowing down her face. “P-please sir it’s too much,”

“Then safeword,” he answered neutrally. But, she wasn’t quite there yet, and didn’t really want to - despite the pain she knows she’ll feel for at least a few days. He waited for a few seconds, to see if she responded. “You earned your punishment, fucking take it.” He didn’t curse often but, when he did, she knew he was pissed.

It was twenty before her words started to fail her, barely distinguishable from each other, and he finally stopped. He tugged her up to straddle his legs, gently pushing her forwards to lean against him, her head resting on his shoulder. She melted into him, as much as the binds allowed her, leaning on his strength.

“Good.” He murmured and she let out a slow breath. It was over - but she still had another problem that he wouldn’t fix anytime soon - her core was absolutely soaked, already teetering close to the edge.

“Thank you sir.” She managed to say at the end, in between pants and shaky breaths.

Even though it was a punishment, he still carefully untied her, stretching out and massaging each arm, checking and asking if she had feeling in different areas.

She asked him why once, and; that’s not why I want you to be sore in the morning, was his answer, and he kissed her cheeks as they flushed red.

“Did you learn your lesson?” He asked after, handing y/n her clothes.

“I did.” His mate replied softly, her eyes gazing into his. He could see the need for approval, for reassurance, and tugged her into his chest, kissing the top of her head.

“You took your punishment well. I’m proud of you” He murmured, smoothing her hair with one hand, as she melted into him, arms circling around his waist. “Time to eat, princess.” She didn’t argue this time, instead taking his hand and pulling him towards the kitchen.

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