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autumnshighlady · 2 years

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Guys My Age

Gavriel x f!reader

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

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

word count: 8.5k

requests:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready.” You mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I want it to be you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you tried one last time to break him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy Gods, Gavriel was kissing you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” You moaned.

“Then lift your hips for me.”

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

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

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

“You’re too dressed.” You complained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, gods,” You murmured shakily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, daddy.” You replied keenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Daddy,” You moaned. “Fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

More. You wanted more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?” Gavriel questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please come inside of me.” You begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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 :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated <3

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

SJM Masterlist

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.

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saphirered · 1 year

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Spicy Masquerade for Gavriel 🌈

Hope you like the way this turned out. You asked for spice so content warning for some oral stuff and such. I think I'm getting more comfortable writing smut. Thanks for requesting! 😘

A quill scribbling across finely made paper drowns out the sounds around Gavriel. He is focussed on correspondence. Just a few more letters to go. Nobility of this kingdom, royalty beyond. Allies are important. Knowing which ones are on the brink of turning, or have not yet been persuaded to lean a particular way is a valuable asset when the threat of conflict at the change in hierarchy, the reinstatement of a new kingdom, looms. Opportunists are what he has dealt with many times and though his former queen favoured bloodshed over written word, he is no stranger to it. And of course it’s better than having to travel, be leagues away from his home, from you for an undetermined amount of time, he’d rather not and you would not always be able to join. Writing it is. You saunter into the room, bounce in your step and his attention couldn’t be further from those damn letters in the matter of a second. You smile as you approach the desk, walk around and press a kiss to his cheek and lean on his shoulders. He pats one of your hands, lets his own rest atop. He knows what comes next. He knows the request you’ve made. He finishes the letter, seals it and sets aside the ink and quill. You sit on the desk given the newly cleared space, cross your legs and lean on your palms.

“Is this where I ask you once more why you must vanquish me from our chambers to get ready for the eve?” He laughs as you give him a sultry look that promises much. Gavriel pulls you closer to the centre of the desk, until you’re in front of him. He rises to his feet, standing between your legs as you welcome him into your embrace. He places his lips against your cheek, to your ear, and that tender spot right below. Your laugh turns into a moan and he could not be more pleased.

“You could and I’d give you the same answer; I need to get ready. Then you’ll ask me why I’m being so secretive and I’ll tell you it’s a surprise so you’ll have to be patient.” His kisses trail down your neck, Hands on either side of you, fall to your hips, until they settle on your behind, and pull you closer against him. You wrap your legs around his hips in response and roll yours into him. Quickly those hands hold you still, preventing any further friction and something akin to a protesting groan muffles against your collarbone. He pulls away, brushes away some out of place strands of hair from your face, and rests his palm against your cheek.

“Then I’ll try to persuade you to tell me anyway. You’ll play along but still refuse to say anything? I feel like we’ve been here before.” He indulges you in your humour. You had been. It’s been a reoccurring theme for the past week. Not even once have you faltered to that charm. You’d indulged but never spilled your secret.

“Perhaps it’s time for a change.” You play with a button on his shirt, undoing it slowly before you move on to the next and repeat as you speak. “How about a game?”

“You have my full attention.” The look he gives you, makes you want to take him then and there. But patience. You’ll play this game just a little longer because the reward will be worth it.

“It’s a magical masquerade. You don’t get to see me until the event. Find me and we can skip announcements. We can go elsewhere and I’ll let you take off everything I’m wearing whenever you decide.” You trail kisses from his cheek, let your tongue dance along his pointed ear. “I’ll be completely and utterly at your mercy.” You can feel his agreement, and excitement at your proposal.

“You do drive a hard bargain, my dear.” You pull back and grin wickedly, letting your fingers trail lower until they settle on the closures of his breeches. “Don’t you dare say what ever you think of saying.” You simply chuckle, the buttons of his shirt forgotten in favour for what’s hidden strenuously beneath the fabric.

“So you don’t want me to take care of this?” His breath is cut short along with his reply when you wrap your fingers around him. “Hmm?” You give a leisurely stroke. Whatever train of thought he had is completely lost.

“Don’t you have to get ready?” Every the voice of reason, Gavriel does not seem convinced by his own words and would much rather you finish what you started. Though, he won’t give you an unfair advantage here. You know the effect you have on him and he won’t lean into that too far just yet. You want him to find you? You’re in front of him right now. He’ll worry about everything else later.

“I can spare some time.” You muse, hopping from the desk, standing so close as you reverse your positions. You kiss his lips, then his jaw, his neck and trail down down down until you’re on your knees. The way you look up at him so wickedly, right before your tongue licks from base to tip, could have him coming undone right there if he had not the self control. He moans, leaning into the desk behind him, thankful for its support. You have him wrapped around your finger and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Oh gods, you know exactly how to tease him so. Lightly his fingers brush through your hair, keeping it out of your face as you take him into your mouth. He breathes your name and you take the encouragement gladly and relish in his twitches and the sounds he makes. You are relentless, certainly satisfactory but relentless. Every time he approaches the edge you slow down until it subsides, hold at bay sweet sweet release, yet letting him get closer to that edge each time.

“Fuck me.” Gavriel moans. This time your lips pull away, leaving just your fingers wrapped around him, stroking along. You rise, your thumb circling the head before going back to the previous motion, slowing down more and more and more until you pull away entirely. Instead you lean up, place your mouth on his and kiss him feverishly.

“Gladly.” That’s all the encouragement it takes for him to make quick work of your own clothes. No tender playfulness in the process. One garment hits the floor unceremoniously after the other until you are bare in front of him. You have been nothing but a tease. Now he gets to return the favour. His hands wander, trailing along your curves, touching, grazing, his lips usually follow. They settle upon your chest, leave open kisses, until they slowly circle towards your sensitive nipples and pay plenty of attention there. It’s but a preview of a skilled tongue but perhaps that’s best saved for later when he can take his sweet time with you. Somehow he manages to recall he’s working on a timeline and he’d hate to leave you frustrated. What might people think if you show up to the masquerade hot and bothered? Instead he’ll take satisfaction for now. You did seem keen on fucking him, did you not?

#gavriel x reader #throne of glass x reader #gavriel #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fic #sjm fic #throne of glass #throne of glass imagines #throne of glass smut #tog x reader

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gothicbabydollz · 2 years

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We shouldn’t do this. Pt 1

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Pairings: best friends dad!Gavriel x f!reader

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

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

Word count: around 3.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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autumnshighlady · 1 year

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Dom reader with gavriel maybe? He’s been the responsible one AND a general with many under his command for centuries. What happens when he’s under her command? ;)

ooooh delicious! i feel like it’d be very very hard to get him to submit and take it seriously but you’d get there in the end.

at first he’d laugh as you pinned his hands above his head, a lazy smirk on his face as he waited for you to give up and let him take control and take care of you. he’d try and persuade you, “come on princess, i can smell you dripping for me. why don’t you untie me so i can take care of my good girl? wouldn’t you like that?”. but you don’t give up, you take his cock in your mouth in that way you know he just loves. you bring him to the edge and then stop, taking great delight in his frustrated groan. both of you know he could easily overpower the restraints and flip you over, but he secretly loves it too much to do that. and then you keep edging him, and he finally slips into complete submission and begs for you desperately ;)

what do we think folks? shall i expand on this drabble?

#anons #gavriel #gavriel smut #gavriel x reader #gavriel tog #throne of glass #drabbles

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shadowdaddies · 5 months

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

✨= fluff

❤️‍🔥= smut

💧= angst

💥 = action (ka-pow!)

Manon

❤️‍🔥My Girl (Manon x Reader)

✨Roar of the Wind (Manon x Reader)

✨Lead the Way (Manon x Reader)

💧✨ Balance (Manon x Reader)

💧✨Beloved (Manon x Reader)

💧✨ In Your Corner (Manon x Reader)

✨Lift Me Up (Manon x Reader)

✨Golden (Manon x Reader)

Dorian

💧✨❤️‍🔥King's Queen (Dorian x Reader)

💧✨❤️‍🔥 Masquerade (Dorian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Phantom Touch (Dorian x Reader)

💧✨Distraction (Dorian x Reader)

✨The Bet (Dorian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥NSFW Headcanons

Aelin

✨All I Want for Yulemas (Aelin x Reader)

Aedion

❤️‍🔥Serenity (Aedion x Reader)

Asterin

✨Taking Flight (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Get a Room (Asterin x Reader)

✨Getting Lost (Asterin x Reader)

✨Keeping Secrets (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Stress Relief (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥One Bed (Asterin x Reader)

Vesta

✨New Beginnings (Vesta x Reader)

Gavriel

💧✨Always Yours (Gavriel x Reader)

✨Mine (Gavriel x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Every Part (Gavriel x Reader)

Fenrys

❤️‍🔥Wild Things (Fenrys x Reader)

💧💥 ✨Reunited (Fenrys x Reader)

↳ Part 2 Part 3

💧✨Hope Reborn (Fenrys x Reader)

Lorcan

✨Flawless (Lorcan x Reader)

❤️‍🔥So Lorcan DID (Lorcan x Reader)

✨When You’re Sick Headcanons

Elide

💧✨❤️‍🔥Solstice Confessions (Elide x Reader)

Poly Fics

✨Protective Instincts (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Puppy Love (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Get Clean (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Better Mood (Manorian x Reader)

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

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

✨Any Excuse (Asterin x Reader x Sorrel)

✨Lucky Me (Asterin x Reader x Vesta)

✨We Have Now (Elorcan x Reader)

💧Meant to Be (dark!Manorian x Reader)

↳ Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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throneofsapphics · 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.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #throne of glass smut #throne of glass imagine #gavriel x reader #gavriel x y/n #throne of glass x reader

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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Throne of Glass

Manon

After Flight

Ride (SMUT)

Stitches

More Pink

Feeling Blue

Drop It (SMUT)

Iron Nails and Pale Skin

Just the Sniffles

Back With You (SMUT)

First Flight

Morning Coffee

Fenrys

Reunited

Learning (SMUT)

Book Delivery

Dorian

Right Where You Left Me

Dorian vs Echo

Once Upon a Time

Literally Obsessed hc

Rowan

Cold Shoulder

Learning (SMUT)

Keep You Cold

Ddlg headcanon

Fluffy relationship hc

Lorcan

Bite Me (SMUT)

Gavriel

Secrets

Light in the Dark

Cadre series

Cadre (SMUT)

Not on Speaking Terms

Rowaelin

Dating headcanon

Pregnant reader headcanon

Eras Tour headcanon

Modern headcanon

Stay Still (SMUT)

Manorian

Lay With Me?

Elorcan Daughter x Rowaelin reader

Cardigan

Anything For Her

#throne of glass #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfiction #manon blackbeak #manon blackbeak x reader #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys moonbeam x reader #dorian havilliard x reader #dorian havilliard #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn #lorcan salvaterre #lorcan x reader #aelin galathynius #aelin ashryver galathynius #rowaelin #rowaelin x reader

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PART FIVE: MAY

First of all: the biggest, most heartfelt thank you to everyone who has been reading this AU. you have my heart, as angst-loving as it is, and your responses are everything to me :))

Second note: this chapter is ridiculously long, and I do apologize for the insanely long chapters... but also there is SMUT AHEAD!!! if you're not here for sexual content, stop at "Their exit from the archery range" and skip down to "It was May 25" and know that not wanting to read smut does not make any difference and i will always appreciate you reading :) okay I will stop rambling now

Word count: 10.4k (whoops...)

Warnings: swearing, weapons, crime talk, made-up police stuff, badly concealed horniness, fighting, flirting disguised as archery, SO much innuendo, and smut! NSFW!!

Enjoy!!

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“Happy birthday, boss lady!” Elide cheered, pulling the blindfold from Aelin’s eyes with a flourish. “You can’t run back to your apartment now, so sit on down and enjoy a dinner that you aren’t paying for.”

“You’re the worst best friend, El,” Aelin complained, but she was beaming. “I thought I specifically told you nothing over-the-top.”

Elide shrugged. “You don’t turn twenty-seven every day, Ae, and it’s about damn time you took an evening off. Plus, Aedion would be griping all night if he got dragged out of work for you not to show up.” She wrapped her arms around the taller woman. “Happy birthday.”

“Fine, fine.” Aelin hugged her second-in-command fiercely. “Thanks, El.”

Gavriel was next in line, his hug stealing her breath. “Happy birthday, Aelin. Though I think I’m the one who deserves a present for getting my son here.”

She snickered. “I’ll buy you a drink or something. Thank you for being here.”

“Anytime.” He flashed her a cunning little grin. “I’d never miss a chance to see my beautiful, sharp-witted niece turn my best lieutenant into a tongue-tied mess.”

“Gav!” She swatted his shoulder. “You’re more meddling than Elide, Lys, and Ansel all together, I swear.” He just smirked and returned to his seat, leaving her to be swallowed up by Aedion’s embrace.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you without your lab coat in years, Aedy,” she teased.

“Shut up,” he grumbled. “It’s a special occasion.”

“Mhmmm,” she hummed, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at Lysandra.

Aedion blushed an endearing shade of pink. “So what if we happen to sit next to each other? It’s a private party, little miss birthday girl.”

“Not that private,” she snickered, dodging his outraged squawk and smack. “Love you too, Aeds.”

“You’re the worst.” He groaned, but he was grinning.

Lysandra raised a perfectly threaded brow. “Do I want to know what that was about?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Aelin smirked. “What? My birthday present can be you and Aedy fu—”

“No!” Lys clapped her hand over Aelin’s mouth. “If you get to say things like that, then I get to ask you when you and Whitethorn are going to bang. If you haven’t already.” It was her turn to wiggle her eyebrows.

Aelin’s face heated. “Pretend I never said anything.”

“That’s my birthday bad bitch.” Lys adjusted one of Aelin’s curls. “Now go say hi to the man who hasn’t taken his smitten eyes off you since you walked in here in a dress to bring him to his knees.” She patted Aelin’s ass as she walked away.

Aelin breathed deeply, closing her eyes for a few seconds.

“Done with the party already?” Rowan’s voice broke her out of her snatch of silence. “We can probably sneak out the staff door.”

“Don’t tempt me,” she replied, finally meeting his appreciative gaze. “Hi, Ro.”

“Hi.” His eyes trailed down her body, admiration lighting his face at the way her tailored gold sheath dress molded to every angle and curve of her frame. “That is one hell of a dress, Ae.”

“Thanks.” Just to tease him, she did a slow spin, reveling in his sharp gasp as he drank in the deep V-cut of the back that highlighted the ink flowing down her spine.

“I didn’t know you had a spine piece,” he said in a soft, gravelly rasp.

A dangerously lazy smile curved across her maroon-stained lips. “I keep it hidden while I’m at work. Professionalism and all that.”

“Oh, you mean the fire-breathing dragon screaming up your spine isn’t professional?” He chuckled. “It’s…incredible. Where’d you get it done?”

“I know a guy,” she said, deliberately cryptic.

He bit back a sigh. “Does this guy have a name and a place of work?”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to arrest my tattoo artist for touching my back with my full consent while he did my tattoo.”

“I’m not.” A grin flashed across his face. “I’m just going to make him squirm a little.”

She chuckled. “You’re impossible. How about we make a deal? You overlook the simple reality that someone had to give me this tattoo, and you can see how lovely of a contrast it makes with my sheets.”

Rowan inhaled sharply, dark flames smoldering in his eyes. “The tattoo, or that dress?”

“I prefer not to wear clothes when I’m in my bed.” She smirked. “Don’t just stand there gasping like a fish, Ro. Escort me to dinner like the gentleman Uncle Gav thinks you are.”

“I think you’ll find that I’m not much of a gentleman, Ae.” His hand landed on the small of her back, its heat rippling deliciously up her spine.

“Good.” She lowered her voice to a whisper only he could hear. “Because I like it rough.”

Aelin barely had a chance to say goodbye to everyone after the absolutely delicious dinner, because Lysandra, Ansel, and Elide clustered around her as soon as she left the bathroom, shepherding her out the door and down the street. She only managed to wave to Rowan as she left, certain that she’d find more than one message from him waiting on her phone when she was able to look at it.

With Elide on one arm and Ansel on the other, Aelin found herself squeezed into an inescapable sandwich of her closest girls, and although she pretended to groan when Lysandra, three steps ahead, pulled open the door to the Vaults, a popular bar, she was beaming.

“Do you really think it’s the best idea to get drunk on a Tuesday?” she called over the thumping beat of the music pouring through the surround-sound speaker system.

Lys rolled her eyes. “It’s your birthday, bitch! You can decide tomorrow is a remote workday!”

“Shots!” Elide squealed, flagging down the closest bartender and rapidly ordering a whole string of drinks. “I’ve got this round, ladies.”

“I’m scared,” Aelin teased, sliding into the closest open booth. “If Ells is buying, I might just pass out now.”

“Fuck off,” Elide laughed, smacking Aelin’s shoulder. “We both know you’re only going to drink enough to get yourself ready to go jump on Whitethorn’s di—”

“Stop!” Aelin squawked, clamping her hand over Elide’s mouth. She composed herself and winked wickedly at the petite woman. “I don’t need liquid courage to do that, Ells.”

“My gods, you are the worst.” Ansel groaned dramatically. “Add that to the list of things your lawyer should never hear.”

“Thought you weren’t my lawyer for tonight,” Aelin shot back, grinning.

The redhead laughed. “Fair enough. Ooh, the drinks are here!” She took the tray from the bartender and passed the cocktails and shot glasses around the table. “Cheers, birthday girl!”

Aelin clinked her shot with the girls and tossed it back effortlessly, only grimacing a little bit at the burn of straight vodka. “Fuck, El! A little warning next time?”

Elide snickered gleefully. “Why?” The song changed, and she perked up, clapping. “I love this song!” She took a long pull of her cocktail, draining nearly half of it, and grabbed Aelin’s hand. “Come on, birthday bitch! We’re dancing!” She tugged Aelin out onto the crowded dancefloor without waiting for her to protest.

“You’re lucky I have alcohol in me,” Aelin giggled as she wedged herself into the sea of swaying bodies next to Elide. “God, I missed being able to do this.”

“All the more reason to—ah shit. Behind you, Ae.”

“What?” Aelin turned, following Elide’s dark brown glare, and found, to her unpleasant surprise, a rather drunk Sam Cortland less than two feet away. Burning hell.

“Hey,” Sam called over the music, surprisingly coherent for the glassiness of his eyes. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Because the stick up my ass is too big?” Aelin asked sweetly.

Sam coughed. “Well, um, because you—because it’s a Tuesday?”

“Liar.” She snorted. “A woman is allowed to go out on her birthday, y’know.”

“Happy bir’day,” he offered, trying his best to disguise his sneer.

“I’d say thanks, but you don’t really deserve my manners.” She flashed him an angelically sweet grin. “Fuck off, Cortland.”

“Bitch,” he grunted.

Aelin’s eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam. “What was that?”

Elide grabbed her arm. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she hissed, her command cutting through Aelin’s alcohol-loosened fury. “He’s not worth it, and you’re Aelin right now.”

Aelin blinked, snapping herself out of the thoughts of violence. “Right. Okay.” She turned her back to Sam—who had wisely chosen to slither away, hopefully leaving the bar—just in time for Ansel and Lys to appear with more shots, these ones electric blue.

“Cheers!” Lys yelled, tapping her small glass to Aelin’s and throwing back the shot. Aelin laughed and followed suit, exhaling sharply at the strength of the tiny glass of alcohol.

“Lyssie, if I’m hungover tomorrow, I’m blaming you!”

“Oh, calm down,” Lys snickered. “It won’t knock you out.”

Aelin snorted in disbelief, then caught Lys’s arm before she could head back to the bar. “It’s our song, Lys! C’mon, dance!”

Lys laughed and jumped into the knot of dancers, shaking her hips the way she used to back in college when she and Aelin would hit five different bars a night on the weekends. “Still got it!”

After so many songs that Aelin’s feet were starting to cramp, the women finally half-stumbled off the dance floor and headed out of the bar, gulping down the fresh night air as they stepped out into the street.

“Fuck, it gets so stuffy in there,” Aelin complained. She shivered. “And it’s cold!”

“It is not, you little wimp,” Ansel said, poking Aelin in the side. “You just wish that man of yours was here to whip his jacket around you like a gentleman.”

“Mmm, I wouldn’t mind that,” Aelin hummed, smirking wickedly. “You know what happens after a man gives you his jacket.”

“You are the worst.” Ansel shoved her lightly. “Again, things you should never fucking ever tell your lawyer: whose bones you plan to jump.”

“If I make it home,” Aelin grumbled.

“You ladies need a ride home?” Out of nowhere, Sam Cortland appeared in front of them, his eyes still glassy with alcohol haze and an oily smirk painted across his face.

“Fuck off, Cortland,” Elide retorted, folding her arms across her chest. “You aren’t anywhere near fit to drive, anyway.”

“And I wouldn’t willingly get into a car with you if it was the last option on Earth,” Aelin added.

Sam scowled. “Have it your way, then.” He stalked off, heading down the nearby alley. “Fuckin’ whore,” he muttered, thinking he was far enough away for her not to hear.

She heard. And she followed him, her heels clicking with dangerous precision against the sidewalk. “Want to repeat that, scumbag?”

He stopped, whirled around, and apparently decided he had a death wish. “I said, you’re a fucking whore.”

Her fist smashed into his smug little grin with an immensely satisfying crunch. “Take that, you sleazy bastard,” she growled.

Sam screeched, pressed his hands into his rapidly swelling face, and moaned pitifully. “You bit–”

She kneed him in the groin, and when he doubled over, whimpering, she slammed her knee into the side of his head. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious. She and Elide—who had followed her, of course— maneuvered his limp, unresisting body into the shadows of the alley and left him there.

“No, Aelin, you can’t kill him yet,” Elide reminded her, catching the taller woman’s wrist.

Aelin sighed dramatically. “But it’s my birthday!”

“So what?”

“So no murder in plain sight.” Ansel cut in.

“You’re no fun,” Aelin sighed. “Fine.” She delivered one last kick to Sam’s groin. “I wonder if he felt that.”

Elide snorted. “And this is where I drag you off before you ruin your life by being hauled off to jail on your birthday.” Wrapping one arm around Aelin’s waist, she directed her back onto the sidewalk and away from the shadowy alleyway. “How about we finish the night at your place?”

Aelin perked up. “I’ll make margaritas!”

She was ordering an Uber before Elide could protest that they’d all already drunk half their body mass in alcohol that night.

Just birthday girl things.

Kaltain Rompier tapped her black acrylic nails against her iPad screen, idly waiting for the guy who’d texted her last night (after weeks of absolute silence) to show up. He said he’d be there right at eleven, and it was almost at the point where she was about to leave.

“Shit, sorry I’m late.” Sam Cortland dropped into the seat opposite hers as her office door closed with a soft click. “Didn’t get out of the damn meeting until ten minutes ago.”

“Mhmm, right, I forgot how important you businessmen were.” Her reply was acerbic.

He sighed, sheepish. “I’m really sorry, Kal.”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” She picked up her stylus pencil and tapped it against the blank screen. “You’re here to give me a story, Cortland.” She glanced at him, noticing for the first time since he’d rushed into her office that he looked a good deal worse for wear. “Does your story have anything to do with the fact that you look like shit?”

“It’s because Aelin fucking punched me,” he griped.

Kaltain’s brows shot up. “Aelin…Galathynius?”

“Yeah.” Sam scoffed. “Dressed up like a fuckin’ slut last night. I ran into her at a bar; she was out with some people I didn’t recognize, and when I tried to buy her a drink, she laughed in my face.”

“Laughing doesn’t leave black eyes, Cortland,” Kaltain returned dryly.

“I haven’t got to the part where she punched me.” He scowled, the aggrieved expression drawing attention to the vivid bruising encircling his right eye and the scattered smaller bruises and little flecks of scratches on his face. “I left the damn bar before she did, ended up taking a call outside the place, and I was there when she and her friends left, all drunk and stumbling. So I did what any decent guy would do and offered to drive them home, and Aelin punched me in the goddamn face.” He was practically raving by the end of his little rant.

“You offered to drive Aelin Galathynius home?” Kaltain repeated, stylus flying over her iPad as she took notes. She chuckled. “Cortland, the woman probably has more than one driver. Not to mention that by all accounts, she’s so not interested in you that she bought your company.”

He shrugged. “Sounds like interest to me.”

“Yeah, for her bank account,” she snorted. “Anything else for the story, Cortland?”

“Just that I woke up in a goddamn alley like this.” His frown dug a deep groove between his eyebrows. “That bitch.”

“If you don’t have anything else for the story, get the hell out.” Kaltain set down her stylus, got up, and opened the door. “We’re not spending any more time together, or did you not mean it that way?” Her saccharine smile made Sam cringe.

“Kal–I–I didn’t–”

“Yes you did.” She pointed out into the hallway. “You’ve given me a good story, Cortland. Now get your fancy little ass back to Daddy’s office.” Pissed, Sam roughly stood up and stalked out of her office, muttering something about stupid bitch under his breath.

She almost pitied the man. Someday, his misogyny would get him into a tight little corner that he couldn’t crawl his way out of. But there was a column waiting to be written—a particularly sordid one, just what the public was craving—and she couldn’t let his chauvinism get in the way of her job.

The article dropped late that afternoon, and Kaltain came into work the next morning still grinning, still riding the high of an instantly viral article. Maybe being a gossip columnist wasn’t always the most rewarding job, but the times when she got to see her work splashed all over the internet were…euphoric. The short hallway leading to her office was quiet, as usual, and she was buried so far in the notifications she hadn’t read that she didn’t notice that the whole floor was also quiet.

Only when she strolled into her office and dropped her shoulder bag into someone else’s lap did she realize that she wasn’t alone.

“Good morning, Miss Rompier.” The voice was female, throaty, slightly raspy, and utterly devoid of pleasantry.

Slowly, Kaltain dragged her gaze from her desk to the lean, masked and hooded, black-clad figure lounging in the other chair, black combat boots propped carelessly on the low bookshelf beside the desk. “What is this? Who are you?” Instinctively, she reached for her belt, where she always kept a tiny can of pepper spray.

“Not so fast, Miss Rompier.” The masked woman lifted her chin, and Kaltain felt a hard, heavy hand close around her wrists in a vice-like grip. “We’re going to have a little chat about the article you just posted.”

“I–” Before Kaltain could protest, a needle pricked at the back of her neck, and everything faded to black.

She awoke in a dimly lit room that smelled faintly of mildew, sitting in a wooden chair with her hands bound behind her back. Her head throbbed, her neck was stiff, and her heartbeat raced with adrenaline and terror. Where the hell was she?

“Good to see you awake, Miss Rompier.” The woman who’d had her drugged and kidnapped sat across from her, the dim overhead light throwing shadows across her still-masked face.

“Who the hell are you?” Kaltain snapped.

The woman chuckled softly, a lethal, raspy breath that sent ominous shivers down Kaltain’s spine. “My name is Celaena.”

Fuck. “And why do you give a shit if one of those filthy rich people you supposedly hate is featured in one of my columns, Celaena?”

“Because it’s not time for that quite yet.” Celaena clicked her tongue. “Don’t ask questions you don’t actually want answered, Miss Rompier. Aelin Galathynius needs to stay out of the tabloids for now, but…” She trailed off, absentmindedly dancing a throwing star across her gloved knuckles. “But I rather liked how you didn’t hesitate to drag her through the muck.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Kaltain shot back, feeling defensive.

“It means that when it’s time, I want you to publish every dirty little detail that I send you.”

Kaltain narrowed her eyes, still suspicious. “You’re taking down Galathynius?”

Celaena shrugged. “Again, don’t ask questions you don’t want answered. The wrong things could get you killed, Miss Rompier.” She leaned in close enough for Kaltain to see the glint of steel hiding beneath her sleeves. “I wasn’t planning to kill you, but I’m not afraid to do it.”

“You–you’ll send me everything you want published?”

“Every single sordid detail.”

Slowly, Kaltain nodded. “Alright. What do you want me to do now?”

“All of them?” Rowan dropped his blue-light glasses on his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose in a feeble attempt to stave off the headache.

“All of them, sir,” Luca confirmed. “Three years of tabloid history wiped clean, and it appears that practically every mention of the recent Galathynius article is being scrubbed from the internet.”

“How the fuck is that happening?” Rowan demanded. “The damn column should have left such a large footprint by now that we’d be able to find it even though the original publisher took it down.”

Luca chewed his lower lip. “I…I don’t know, sir.”

Rowan swore viciously under his breath. “Get me Kaltain Rompier’s address, Luca.”

“One sec.” Luca rapidly typed something into his laptop, then scribbled down a few words on a plain yellow sticky note. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Rowan grabbed the note, threw his jacket over his shoulder, snatched his keys from the wall, and strode out to the garage. His mind was whirling with a hundred different theories about why the viral gossip article about Aelin Galathynius’s recent, rather colorful, night out had abruptly vanished from the internet, along with the last three years of the columnist’s history.

Half-baked ideas churned through his brain with dizzying speed, and Kaltain Rompier was a crucial part of all of them.

Within twenty minutes, he had pulled up to the building where Kaltain worked, parked in a visitor spot, and made sure his badge was easily visible. He strode into the office, took the elevator to the floor where her tabloid was located, and pushed open the front doors with little effort.

“I’d like a few minutes to speak to Kaltain, please,” he said to the young woman at the front desk.

The young woman’s huge blue eyes grew wider, and her hand trembled as she pointed wordlessly down the hall. “Th–that way, Officer.”

“Thank you.” He knew he was being a dick, but he headed away without saying anything else.

Kaltain Rompier was sitting at her desk typing away on her laptop when he knocked twice at the half-open door and let himself in.

She muffled a shriek, hands flying to her throat. “What the hell?!”

Rowan raised his empty hands in a show of approachability. “Kaltain Rompier?”

The columnist slowly sank back into her seat. “That’s me.” She eyed him suspiciously. “Are you going to tell me why the goddamn cops are here?”

“It’s just me.” He sat down in the chair opposite hers. “I have a couple of questions about your most recent article, if you don’t mind.”

Her expression shuttered. “I took it down, Mr…what should I call you?”

“‘Lieutenant’ is fine. I’m not police, I’m TSF.”

She nodded. “I took down the article, Lieutenant.”

“Why?” He leaned slightly forward, waiting for an answer to the question that had plagued him ever since PD had received notice that Kaltain had gone missing. That was five days ago. He’d feared that there would be another victim in the never-ending string of homicides, but she was sitting there in front of him, alive and well if a little shaken from his sudden appearance in her office.

“It was…” Kaltain sighed. “I’m a gossip columnist, Lieutenant, which means that my job is to dig up people’s dirty little secrets and make them public. I’ve never seen the true ugliness of it until I wrote that piece on Aelin Galathynius and instantly hated myself.”

Rowan blinked. “You wrote a tabloid article on Aelin Galathynius, based on whatever source you could find, and that made you…guilty?”

“It made me realize how awful the tabloid industry is,” Kaltain murmured. “It’s not like I haven’t seen the tabloids about Ms. Galathynius that have floated around, but she’s so…so highly regarded, and the tabloids have always been obviously contrived. What I wrote…it wasn’t.”

“What was your source?”

“Sam Cortland,” she admitted.

Rowan froze, pieces clicking together before his eyes. “Who?”

“Sam Cortland of Cortland Advertising,” Kaltain repeated, a tinge of bitterness clouding her tone. “He showed up at my office with a hell of a black eye and a hell of a story, and I wrote and sold it without even thinking until it was done.”

“I see.” Closing his notepad, Rowan stood up. “Will you still be working here, or are you going to seek something else?”

“I’m trying to get a real journalist job,” the columnist replied. “I just…I don’t want to feel grimy like this all the time anymore.”

Rowan nodded. “Well, best of luck.” He moved towards the door. “One more thing. You were missing for several days, Miss Rompier. Why was that?”

“Family emergency,” she admitted, a haunted look flickering through her eyes. “I had a friend drive me to the airport. Didn’t trust myself to drive safely.”

“My apologies.” Rowan stepped out into the hallway. “Thanks for letting me drop in on you, Miss Rompier, and good luck with your job search.” With that, he left the office, got back in his cruiser, and headed back to PD with a whole new chunk of information ready to add to his theory.

Sam Cortland.

As much as Rowan wanted to deny the ease of the truth, it made so much sense. Cortland was a petty, unhappy little man who hadn’t taken well to Gal Inc. acquiring his family’s company, and while his father, the elder Cortland and current CEO of Cortland Advertising, was adjusted to the merger, Sam was not. Apparently, he’d deemed it best to go after Aelin like a jilted ex-lover–straight to the tabloids–in a vain attempt to see her thrown out of power and popularity.

It didn’t entirely explain why Kaltain (or someone else) had scrubbed the internet clean of all traces of her article, but it was a start. And if he was correct, Kaltain’s “family emergency” hadn’t been an emergency at all, but an intervention from a certain unseen criminal–the barely-noticeable needle mark on the side of her neck spoke of something other than running to the airport at the last minute.

It seemed that Celaena Sardothien had something to gain from Aelin’s current status, and she wasn’t afraid to resort to violence to keep her schemes running.

Aelin swept one final gaze over her reflection in the full-length mirror mounted on the far wall of her expansive walk-in closet and nodded in satisfaction. Her dress–a casual but classy cap-sleeved sheath of powder-green linen that was perfect for the balmy spring evening–flowed gracefully down the lines and curves of her figure, her light makeup masked the dark shadows smeared beneath her eyes, and her hair was half-up in a wooden clip, the rest cascading in tamed waves down her back. Beige, wedge-heeled sandals added a few extra inches to her height (and cleverly concealed a pair of flat little knives), and a matching beige handbag completed the look.

If she’d agonized over every little detail of this outfit and this night for the last two weeks, it was only because she wanted to properly impress the man who should be about to knock on her door. It had nothing whatsoever to do with the increasingly filthy dreams she’d been having–featuring that very man–nor what she did when she awoke from those dreams.

As if her wandering thoughts had summoned the man, he knocked three times on her door, three firm, authoritative thuds of his fist against the thick, lacquered oak front door, and—though she would never admit it—the scrap of lace between her thighs dampened.

“You aren’t working right now, Lieutenant,” she teased as she opened the door, a grin unfolding across her face as she watched his face flicker through shock, nervousness, and anticipation.

“You’ll forgive me if it’s hard to get out of the work habits, Miss CEO,” he returned, emerald eyes glinting with humor.

“Fair enough.” She stepped backwards into her apartment. “Welcome to my humble dwelling, Rowan.”

“Humble,” he echoed, both incredulous and teasing. “This place’s rent probably costs more than my mortgage.”

Aelin flashed him a grin. “What good is my career if I can’t afford a comfortable place to live and still have some left to donate?”

“You donate?”

“I thought we’d established you weren’t working, Ro.”

He chuckled. “I’m…call it a first-date question or something. I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“Not many do,” she admitted, shifting her gaze out the window, where Orynth’s skyline was washed in gold and copper by the setting sun. “But nothing gives me more genuine pleasure than seeing the faces of every child who gets to go to school because I make more money than I can possibly spend.”

“You set up a foundation?”

“Have you heard of the Fireheart Foundation?”

Rowan’s face slackened in appreciative shock. “That’s you?”

“Well, my parents started it—‘Fireheart’ was Dad’s nickname for Mom—and I continue their legacy.” A soft flush crept up her cheeks, heating her face. “It’s not that big of a deal, Ro.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “And you distracted me so much that it’s after seven-thirty.”

“Hmm, we’d better get going, then. And by the way, it is a big deal, but I won’t bother you with that if you don’t want me to.” Easily, naturally, he laced his fingers with hers, and led her out into the hall, waiting for her to lock her door. “Close your eyes, Ae.”

“In my building?”

“Fine, as soon as we get to the car.” He pretended to sigh at her good-natured giggle.

As she clicked her seatbelt into place, she snickered. “Is it bad that I’m thinking this is some elaborate scheme to kidnap me?”

“I’m offended!” he gasped, mock-theatrical. “I’m the guy who rescues you from the big bad kidnapper, Ae, not the big bad kidnapper himself.”

“You can be the big bad something else,” she mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.

He spluttered out a cough, his tan cheeks flaring scarlet. “Aelin!”

She just smirked. “You heard me, darling.”

“Dinner first,” he grunted, his voice more raspy than he probably intended. He managed to compose himself, and he shot her a blazingly hot gaze in the rearview mirror as he backed out of the parking garage and drove into downtown Orynth. “Then I’ll give you big bad something.”

“We’ll see about that,” she purred, her voice like silk and sin. Then she closed her eyes, smothering a wicked little chuckle that rose in her at his frustrated, half-strangled exhale.

About thirty minutes later, he stopped. “Open your eyes, Ae.”

She did. “East Orynth Sporting Range? Are you sure this isn’t a kidnapping scheme, Lieutenant?”

“Funny,” he deadpanned, hurrying around the car to open her door for her. “Have you ever done archery before, Miss Galathynius?”

“Drop the title, Lieutenant, and yes. I took lessons when I was younger—you know, like a good little rich girl.”

“Let’s see how well this good little rich girl can still shoot, then,” he murmured, the low rumble of his words dancing deliciously down her spine.

“If I miss every target, I’m blaming the lack of flexibility…in the bow, of course.” She laughed softly at his muted blush. “Maybe you’ll have to come stand behind me and guide my position.”

“Oh, I’ll guide your position, alright,” he agreed, the simmering heat of his gaze searing right through the soft linen of her dress.

“Only if necessary,” she said, taking his hand as they walked up to the entrance. Like the gentleman he was, he held the door open for her. “Thank you, Ro.”

“Anytime.” He strolled up to the check-in desk and waved at the middle-aged woman sitting at the counter. “Hey, Philippa!”

The woman’s kind face split into a crinkled, joyful smile. “Rowan Whitethorn! I haven’t seen you in years, you little troublemaker!”

“He’s a grown-up troublemaker now,” Aelin joked.

Philippa’s smile widened as she took in Aelin’s appearance and closeness to Rowan. “And who might this be, Rowan? She’s far out of your league, that I can tell.”

“This is Miss Aelin Galathynius,” Rowan said.

Philippa reached across the counter and squeezed Aelin’s hands. “Lovely to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Aelin beamed at the maternal-looking woman. “Tell me, has Rowan really been coming here since he was a mischievous little scamp?”

“I still remember him being dragged away from the rock wall,” Philippa said, eyes twinkling.

Rowan sighed. “I suppose I’ll just go to the range while you spill all my life’s secrets, hmm?”

“I would never miss a chance to show off my little-rich-girl tricks,” Aelin returned. “Shall we?”

Philippa passed a clipboard across the desk. “Sign this, both of you, and then go on ahead. Rowan, you can show Miss Aelin everything; you know where it all is.”

Aelin signed and passed Rowan the clipboard, and he signed and handed it back to Philippa. “I’d be happy to. Thanks, Philippa.”

“Enjoy!” the older woman called, waving as the pair headed for the equipment room.

Rowan’s hand shifted to the small of Aelin’s back. “We have the range to ourselves for an hour; I convinced Philippa to let us in during what’s usually janitorial hours. Don’t worry, they don’t actually clean right now. They just use it as a built-in break.”

“How clever,” Aelin mused. “I…oh, wow!” She turned in a slow circle, sweeping her eyes over every piece of equipment that lined the neatly organized racks and walls of the equipment room. “Why didn’t my parents send me here?”

“Too afraid you’d never leave?” Rowan teased.

She swatted his shoulder playfully. “You think you’re so funny.”

“We’ll see who’s laughing when you shoot the floor.” His eyes glittered with challenge.

Aelin cracked her knuckles. “Bring it on, Robin Hood.” She perused the racks of bows, testing a few before settling on a lightweight but sturdy fiberglass recurve bow. She slung a quiver of the range’s standard blunt practice arrows over her shoulder and joined Rowan, quelling the surge of lust that flared between her legs at the sight of him with a bow slung over his shoulder.

“Satisfied with your choice, Ae?”

“Unless it performs poorly, I am.” She winked, dropping her gaze for a brief moment.

“I’ll show you poor performance,” he all but growled, leading the way into the range.

The expansive, high-ceilinged space stretched from one end of the long building to the other, with several rows of targets lined up at various distances across the turf-floored expanse. There were lines of chalk painted onto the turf, indicating where archers of different ages and heights should stand. Overhead fans blew with a low mechanical whirr, circulating the faint odor of leather and resin through the air.

Confidently, Rowan took a stance at one of the white lines, nocked an arrow, aimed his bow, took a breath, and released the arrow on the exhale. It sliced cleanly through the air and embedded itself in the tiny red bulls-eye of one of the mid-distance targets.

Aelin whistled. “Impressive.” She took her own stance three spaces away from him. “I’d tell you what that sight did to me, but then we’d never make it out of here.”

His next shot, which he’d been releasing as she spoke, shuddered and went wide, landing in an outer ring of the target. “Distraction is a cheap trick, Ae.”

“Who said this was a competition?” With a sweet smile, she shook out her arms and legs, planted her feet in a stance that her muscles had never fully forgotten—hell, who was she kidding? She’d maintained that skill, and it had come in handy more than once as she built the Boss’s empire—fitted an arrow to the taut string of her bow, aimed, and let it fly. The arrow whistled through the air and thudded cleanly into her target, exactly where she had aimed.

“Maybe it really has been too long,” Rowan teased, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes as he looked at where her arrow had landed.

Smack dab in the middle of the wooden crossbeam from which the target hung.

“Aim a little lower next time, love,” he said, low and slow.

“Wouldn’t you like that,” she returned, a slow smirk curling her lips. She nocked another arrow and aimed again, fired on the exhale, and sent the arrow slicing straight into the bulls-eye of the target in the row behind the one she’d just shot into.

Rowan whistled in admiration. “How about a contest, Ae? A real one?” She raised her eyebrows in interest, and he continued. “We take turns picking targets, the one who’s closest gets the point, and whoever has more points at the end wins.”

“And what’s the prize?”

“Loser buys dinner.”

“That’s boring.” Her eyes sparkled with eager challenge. “If you win, you get to see what’s under this dress. Or not under it.”

He inhaled and exhaled slowly. Very slowly. “If you win, I’ll show you what you missed when you left me hard and leaking in that damn hallway at your gala.”

“Deal.” She held out her hand, he clasped it, and they shook hands, the warm heaviness of their contest settling between them with no small amount of tension. “You are going down, darling.”

“If I’m lucky, that’ll only be the beginning.” He smirked at her soft gasp. “Can’t wait to hear that sound again, love.”

“You wish.” She rolled her shoulders. “First target: the bulls-eye of that second-to-last target.” In one fluid motion, she nocked, aimed, and fired, and her arrow speared clean through the bulls-eye she’d pointed at.

Rowan whistled. “Haven’t practiced archery since you were a kid, my ass.”

“You do have a rather fine one,” she said lightly, snickering at his flustered cough.

“If you’re trying to distract me, try again.” Confidently—and dear god, the things that confidence did to her—he fired an arrow, sending it into the exact same spot she had hit. “Looks like it’s my turn to pick a target.”

“Choose wisely.”

His smirk was edged with something wild and challenging and deliciously dangerous. “Bottom left corner of the target at the hundred-meter line. Not the outer ring, the bottom left corner.” He rolled his shoulders, carefully aimed, exhaled, and released his arrow. It sang through the air and embedded into the lower left corner of the farthest target with a muted thunk.

“Impressive,” Aelin hummed. Narrowing her eyes, she carefully aimed, ignoring the sights on the bow and using her instinct to push her bow just a fraction to the right.

“You sure about that position?” Without warning, Rowan stepped up behind her and settled his hands onto her hips. “Looks like you’re aiming too far right, darling.”

She stifled the delightful tremor that shuddered through her at his closeness. “I know the path of my shots, Lieutenant.” With a bright smile, she loosed her arrow, which whistled through the air and cleanly skewered the lower left corner of the hundred-meter-away target, a good inch and a half closer to the juncture of the corner than his shot had been.

He inhaled sharply and stepped back just a smidge, but not before she’d felt the thick, hard evidence of what her shot had done to him. “I’ll have to pick a more difficult target,” he said, though there was no small amount of admiration in his voice. “Your turn.”

Aelin swept her gaze around the range, a wicked grin lifting her lips as she settled on a target. “See that target hanging up on the far wall?”

“Mhmm.” He moved to her side, sharp gaze calculating the distance. “That has to be two hundred, maybe two hundred fifty meters away.”

“There’s a chain at the top that anchors that target to the wall, which has to be padded for safety. Our target is the top link of that chain—land your shot through the chain so it goes into the wall padding.”

He stared at her in shock. “Are you insane?”

“Maybe.” She winked. “Why, are you afraid you can’t make it?”

“Why don’t you let me take the first shot to prove that I’m not afraid of anything?”

“If you want.” She stepped aside. “All yours, big boy.”

“Say that again.” His voice was a soft, gravelly rumble, laced with the kind of command that she’d only ever dreamed of hearing.

Rather than give into her fantasies and jump him right then and there, Aelin just smirked. “Make that shot, and I’ll say it again.”

“Fuck,” he murmured, mostly under his breath. He took his time lining up his shot, carefully aiming just a few inches too high to compensate for the arc the arrow would take at such a long distance. Finally, he drew back his arrow and let it fly, watching it like a hawk as it sliced through the faintly stale air of the range. The arrow arced up, then gently down, and landed with a clean thud three inches to the right of the chain suspending the target from the wall. He grinned, proud that he’d managed to get so close to the almost-impossible target. “Beat that shot, darling.”

She stepped up to the shooting line and rolled out her neck. “Let’s hope I can live up to the way I felt when I picked this target.” She took a good minute to line up her shot, her brows furrowed in deep concentration. After settling on her aim, she pulled back her arrow, took a deep breath, and released on the exhale. Her arrow whistled across the distance in a precise, beautiful arc and skewered through the second-highest link of the chain holding up the target on the far wall.

Rowan’s jaw gaped in complete shock, his eyes wide with incredulity.

Aelin sucked in a gasp, her eyes going wide as she realized that she’d made the shot. Two thoughts raced through her mind—one being fuck, what if he starts suspecting me now? and the other being I can’t fucking believe I made that shot!

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d suspect you of being some kind of archery master,” he said, unabashed appreciation replacing the shock written all over his face. “That was fucking insane, Ae.”

She laughed quietly, still stunned herself. “I honestly don’t know how in the hell I made that.”

“I think that makes you the winner.” He looped his free arm around her waist. “And I recall something about the loser buying dinner.”

“And dessert,” she added, leaning into his side and looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.

Their exit from the archery range was a blur of rapid motion and badly concealed desire, and she only blinked back into reality when they climbed into the backseat of his car and he practically lunged across the small distance between them and crashed his lips into hers.

She threaded her fingers into his hair and angled his head to deepen the kiss, her tongue tangling with his. A soft moan broke free from her throat, and he groaned in response, breaking the kiss and shifting his lips to her throat, tracking a trail of soft, hot kisses down her sensitive skin.

“No…no marks,” she managed to say. He hummed in assent and nipped lightly at her fluttering pulse point before working his way back up her throat and kissing her deeply again. She moaned into the kiss, her hips inadvertently rolling, shifting her body closer against him.

He groaned. “Aelin…” A short pause, their heartbeats so loud they could practically hear each other’s pulses. “I won’t take you in the backseat of a car this first time.”

“Why not?” She dragged one hand ever so slowly down his chest, almost reaching his throbbing erection before he caught her wrist with a growl.

“Because anyone could walk past and see us, and I don’t need an audience when I make you scream my name.”

She went silent, her slightly-swollen lips dropping in aroused surprise. “Then get me home, Lieutenant.”

A dark little smile crooked his lips. “Have I ever told you that I’ve dreamed of you using my title in bed?”

“Now you have.” She climbed into the passenger seat. “Lieutenant.”

He drove back to her apartment building with so little heed for traffic rules that she almost didn’t believe he was a cop. And when he parked and opened her door for her, the promise lighting his eyes made her knees turn to jelly.

“Nervous, Ae?” he asked as they stepped into the elevator.

“Hardly.” She pressed the button for her floor. “I recall you talking some big talk about showing me what I missed, so I’d only be nervous that you won’t last long enough to do that.”

His hands flexed against her waist, the heat of him seeping through her linen dress. “Keep saying things like that and we’ll see who doesn’t last.”

“Ah-ah, big boy.” She clicked her tongue. “Loser doesn’t get to call the shots.”

“Aelin,” he groaned, eyes fluttering closed.

“Rowan,” she echoed, giggling at his evident frustration. The elevator stopped with a ding, its door opening to Aelin’s floor. She threaded her fingers with his and led him down the hallway to her apartment, unlocked the door, and let him in. She’d just finished locking the deadbolt behind them when his hands circled her waist and his lips pressed against the back of her neck, soft but so intensely heated that she drew in a tiny gasp.

“Told you I’d hear that sound again,” he murmured into her ear.

She arched backwards, molding her body against his. “And I told you the loser doesn’t get to call the shots tonight, love.” Smoothly, she moved out of his embrace, bent down, and unfastened her heeled sandals, leaving them on the short shoe rack by the door. She strolled through the living room, mentally counting the seconds until he followed.

Five, six, seven. Seven seconds. Then Rowan kicked off his shoes, crossed the living room in four long strides, and backed her into the closest wall in another two steps.

“This doesn’t look like my bed,” she teased.

“We’ll get to that.” Cupping his hands under her ass, he hoisted her effortlessly up and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her parted lips. She groaned softly and tangled her fingers into his hair, unapologetically ruffling up the short strands as she kissed him harder, nipping at his lips, a challenge and a tease all at once.

“Gods,” she moaned as his lips worked down her neck, her hips grinding into his.

“Just me,” he mumbled into her skin.

She huffed out a breathy laugh. “How are you so funny and so hot right now?”

“Call it a special skill.” He chuckled at her wry laugh and abruptly pulled her away from the wall and down the rest of the short hallway to her bedroom, where he set her down on her feet. “Dress. Off.”

Faster than he could blink, she hooked her foot around the back of his legs and knocked him to his knees. “What did I tell you about giving me commands tonight, love?”

“Fuck me,” he breathed, cock straining at the front of his pants, probably leaving a permanent imprint of his zipper. “I didn’t know you could do that, Ae.”

“Now you do.” Her turquoise gaze trailed lazily down his body. “Clothes off, Ro.”

He yanked his shirt over his head and had his pants down to his knees before he looked up at her with a wry smirk. “Can’t exactly get my pants all the way off like this.”

She chuckled. “Here.” Leaning down, she pulled his belt out of his pants, looped it swiftly around his wrists—deliberately making the restraint very simple so that investigative brain of his wouldn’t suspect anything—and let him stand up. “Now get your pants off, love.”

“I…” His cock was practically shoving through his boxers. “My hands…”

“Don’t tell me you need your hands to get your pants off, my darling Lieutenant,” she hummed. With a wicked half-smirk, she pulled her dress up and over her head, revealing a lacy, golden bra and panties set.

It took him exactly ten seconds to kick off his pants and drop back to his knees, a desperate groan ripping from his throat as he drank in the sight of her in scraps of golden lace.

“Look at you already on your knees for me,” she cooed, sauntering across the room until she stood before him. She trailed her fingers through his hair and down his face, dancing across the intricate craftsmanship of his tattoo. “Good boy.”

“Aelin,” Rowan moaned, desperation bleeding into his tone, “please.”

“Please what?”

“Please,” he said, eyes wide and begging, “let me touch you. Let me taste you. Please.”

“Such pretty manners.” She dropped down on the end of her bed, conveniently stripping off her panties as she did, and let her legs fall open. “Only when I say so, Lieutenant.” He groaned but didn’t move, his whole body tense with the effort it took to keep in place rather than lunge for her and bury his tongue between her thighs. “Good boy,” she gasped, her head falling back as she circled her clit with her thumb, the soft touch lighting a fire in her blood. “Touch me, darling.”

She’d barely spoken the words before he yanked his hands free, launched himself forward, fell back to his knees at the end of her bed, and replaced her thumb with his.

“Fuck,” she gasped, hips jerking. “More, Ro.”

He circled her entrance with one fingertip before plunging his finger into her, the wetness that had pooled between her legs naturally slicking the digit. She moaned with pleasure, guiding him to add a second finger, and reached up to tease her nipples. His eyes went huge and pleading, and he struggled to find words before he managed to choke out a coherent thought.

“Let me taste you, Ae,” he begged. “Fucking please.”

She hummed, pretending to consider it. “Thank you for asking,” she finally said, running her free hand down his throat. “Go ahead, Ro. Put that filthy mouth of yours to work.”

Wisely, he kept his fingers moving, twisting and curling inside of her, as he buried his head between her legs and swept his tongue in a broad, strong stroke up her cunt. He circled her clit with his tongue, sucked the throbbing little bud between his lips, and groaned deeply as the taste of her exploded on his tongue.

Between his ridiculously fucking talented mouth and the headiness of ordering around the gorgeous man she’d been dreaming of since February, Aelin didn’t last long before she clamped her thighs around Rowan’s head and called out his name as she came all over his face. Her body shook as her orgasm subsided, ripples of bliss passing through her.

“Fuck me,” she sighed, her head clearing again. “That was so good, darling.”

Slowly, he lifted his head and withdrew his glistening fingers. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Oh, I want you to do much more than just that.” Languidly, she moved up the bed and stretched out against the multitude of pillows. “Take off the rest of your clothes and come here, love.”

It took him all of five seconds to tear off his boxers, revealing a thick, hard cock that made her pussy clench just thinking about how fucking amazing it was going to feel filling her up, and position himself atop her, his weight braced on his forearms so he wasn’t crushing her. “Here I am.”

“Here you are.” A softer light replaced the commanding glint in her eyes. “And here I am. What you do next is up to you, Rowan.”

He exhaled shakily, a warmth bordering on love suffusing his face. “I’ve dreamed of this since the night of that goddamn gala, Aelin.”

“Me too.” She draped one arm over his shoulder, tracing the defined planes of his upper back. “So do something about it.”

And Rowan did.

It was May 25, which made it, as Gavriel would probably scream, time to stop fucking around and start producing some concrete proof. Rowan knew he’d been putting off actually filing the evidence he’d collected, using the flimsy excuse of the amount of paperwork it would take, and he was finally having a calm enough week at Orynth PD to lock himself in his office and start the task.

He went through the homicide reports mechanically, having filed so many of them during his career that he had the process down to muscle memory. The only thing he had to consciously remember for these reports was to track the consistency of the victims’ MO’s, because that was one of the key things upon which his case rested. If he was going to get Celaena Sardothien convicted for her reign of shadow-cloaked terror—and he swore he would—he needed to make certain that he drove home the point about her preferred mode of torture-to-murder being the same.

The fact that his suspect had never been seen in person would be an obstacle, but not an insurmountable one. He had full faith that when his trap was set and baited, Sardothien would come right into its open arms.

He took a lunch break after finishing the reports, during which he allowed himself to open his personal cell phone and scroll through his and Aelin’s recent texts. He even managed to call and catch her during a break, which meant they could spend a few minutes talking. Which had him grinning like an idiot when he returned to his office.

Turning back to the evidence filing, Rowan picked up the small plastic bag containing the tiny piece of mysterious fabric. Aedion had left a copy of his analytical notes, as his explanation of the material would be just as crucial as the material itself when this case eventually came to court. Rowan flipped through the pages, noting down any key information as he filed the fabric scrap as evidence, when two separate details caught his eyes.

First, early in his initial observations, Aedion had noted that the fabric had “remarkably straight, cleanly squared edges.” Rowan turned over that thought in his head, jaw dropping when he realized the implication—the fabric had not been torn, but cut out of a larger piece.

Which left the distinct possibility that it had been planted at the explosion site.

“Fucking hell,” Rowan swore, jaw ticking as he added that note to the evidence report.

The second thing that caught his eye was towards the end of Aedion’s notes, an otherwise ordinary note about the place of manufacture. Developed at Galathynius, Inc. Laboratories. Rowan shook his head, blinked a few times, and reread the note five more times to make sure he was reading it correctly. Each time, it said the same thing.

The mysterious foreign fabric had been developed at the labs of Aelin’s beloved company.

Rowan’s mind raced a mile a minute through the possibilities of that one little note. On the extreme end, it implied that Aelin had created the fabric—which was impossible, because she’d told him herself that she had an engineering team. So perhaps her engineers had developed it? Without her knowing? But that would make no sense, since Aelin was clearly invested enough in her company to be fully aware of what was developed in her labs. So…a secret project?

Or, as Rowan began to suspect, if Celaena Sardothien was using Aelin Galathynius as a cover-up, it followed that she would have been able to use the lab and develop some kind of near-impenetrable material for her nefarious schemes.

All the more reason to end the Shadow Assassin before she decided Aelin was no longer useful.

On the unseasonably warm evening of May 30, Aelin—clad in the form-fitting black suit of Celaena Sardothien—wove her way through the shipping district, darting from shadow to shadow like a breath of nighttime breeze. A few days ago, Nox had left her a note that there had been a suspicious figure seen lurking around Warehouse 4, and because she needed to let off some steam, she’d decided to go investigate it herself. With the SecondSkin covering her true skin and her suit snug against her body, she blended into the dark little nooks and crannies of the industrial sprawl of buildings, and she made it to Warehouse 4 undetected. At the perimeter of the security cameras’ field, she tapped her boot twice against an innocuous-looking crack in the unkempt pavement, disarming the cameras temporarily.

Footsteps silent, she crept up to the steel-sided building and paced a careful lap around the structure. She’d just started a second lap when there was a faint rustle from the cluster of nearby shrubs, and a knife sliced through the night and embedded itself in her arm.

Or it would have, had she not caught it before it could make contact.

Thick, tense silence stretched across the short distance between her and whoever the fuck was hiding in the shrubbery like a damn coward.

Then, with a muffled “fuck,” a tall, muscled, black-clad male figure exploded out of the shrubs and rushed at her.

She dodged his initial brute rush, kicking out as she sidestepped and managing to get the man in the back of the leg. He grunted, reversed direction, and swung a powerful right cross punch at her, which she blocked with one forearm and returned with a left hook. He swatted away her strike, so she launched into a flurry of rapid-fire punches and strikes, distracting him enough that she was able to get in close quarters and drive one knee into the juncture of his leg and his groin. He swore viciously and retaliated with a brutal punch to her side, which made most of her breath whoosh out of her lungs.

“Dick move,” she huffed.

The man scoffed. “Says the woman who literally just kneed me in the dick.”

“Obviously you have no knowledge of anatomy.” She landed a punch to his shoulder joint and followed it up with a boot to his thigh. “Or you’d know that I kneed you in the thigh joint, idiot.”

“Nobody told me the Boss was such a smart-ass.” He smacked the small knife out of her left hand. “Now who’s not playing by the rules?”

“What rules?” With a vicious grin, she ducked his roundhouse swing and thrust her elbow into his stomach. He folded over with a groan, though he recovered rapidly. Not rapidly enough to fully dodge the high, sweeping kick she directed at his face, hitting his jaw enough to bruise and send his head jerking sideways. “There aren’t rules in this world.”

“No…shit,” he wheezed. He dodged her sudden rush and whirled around to meet her head-on again, flicking open a switchblade.

“Nice blade.” Aelin’s smirk flashed white in the blue-black darkness as she whipped twin serrated daggers from her thigh sheaths. “Little bit thuggish though, don’t you think?”

“Says the goddamn Boss.”

God, but it was fun to go into combat with someone who wasn’t afraid to dish her sarcasm right back at her. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, hmm? Pity I won’t be able to listen to it much longer.”

“That’s what you think.” He swiped at her thigh, gasping shortly when she whipped her leg up to avoid the blade. Gasping in a more strangled manner when she wrapped that leg around his neck and half-threw, half-strangled him to the ground in a single fluid, brutal maneuver that was some kind of unholy cross between martial arts and street fighting. “Fuck!”

She stomped on his wrist, forcing him to release his knife, and swiftly immobilized him, though he was a good deal taller and heavier than she was. “Any last words?” The tip of her dagger touched his pulsing jugular, eager to rip open the skin.

“Only–”

“WAIT!”

Aelin muffled a particularly colorful curse. “What the fuck, Con?!”

“Boss, wait!” Con sprinted around so he was in her view, glancing quickly at the man she had pinned to the ground. “I know him.”

“You have fifteen seconds to explain.”

Con yanked the man’s dark mask and hood off, revealing tawny skin, blonde curls, and an oddly familiar face. “Long time no see, brother.”

“Brother?”

“Boss, this is Fen.”

The blonde–who, Aelin noted, was indeed Con’s mirror image, but blonde–grinned. “Fenrys Moonbeam, at your service.”

She snorted softly. “I’ll be the judge of that. Con, is he safe?”

Con shrugged and addressed his brother. “Where have you been, Fen?”

“Evading authority, like usual.”

The dark-haired twin rolled his eyes. “He’s safe. Good eyes, good ears, talks too much but knows when to shut his stupid face.”

“All right, Fen, you’re hired. I could use another pair of eyes, and your brother could use a break, if he knows what that is.” Aelin released Fenrys and stood up, brushing off her hands.

Fen pushed himself to his feet with a groan, shaking out his cramped, sore limbs. “So the interview consists of almost dying. Got it.”

She threw him a vicious grin. “And if I decide I won’t hire a candidate, the ‘almost’ part goes away.”

“Terrifying.” He gulped. “Well, then I’ll count myself lucky.” He shook her offered hand. “Thanks for the opportunity, Boss.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing how your particular skills can be an asset.” She winked, relishing the way he shuddered ever so slightly at the obvious hint of her scheming. “I’ve been in need of a decent trespasser since the last one had an unfortunate run-in with a bullet.”

“Unfortunate, huh?”

“Very unfortunate.” She chuckled, low and dark. “He went two steps too far.”

Fenrys grimaced. “I’ll be here whenever you need me, Boss.” With a lazy mockery of a salute, he limped off beside his brother, headed for Con’s truck.

Back at his apartment that was little more than a shitty, rundown box with paper-thin walls, tucked into one of many nondescript brick apartment buildings bordering the industrial district, Fenrys Moonbeam stretched his aching body out on his crappy couch, settled an ice pack on his throbbing knee, and picked up the cellphone lying on the side table. Opening the short list of contacts, he scrolled for a moment before tapping on an icon and letting the phone ring.

The call connected just after the third ring. “Moonbeam?”

Fenrys knew better than to waste words. “I’m in, Cap.”

“Wrong title.” Rowan Whitethorn’s grunt dripped with acerbic sarcasm.

“Apologies, Lieutenant,” Fenrys simpered. “Anyway, I’m in.”

“Good.”

Click. The call went dead.

Fenrys sighed. He really should have expected Whitethorn to be as terse as his reputation suggested; the man had sent him an actual paper printout of his instructions, for fuck’s sake. At least the assignment was fairly simple.

Infiltrate Celaena Sardothien’s ring of criminals. Check.

Get into Sardothien’s good graces enough to go with her when she inevitably committed her next murder. Check…right?

Collect as much evidence as possible of the Boss’s numerous heinous crimes so the TSF could convict her and end her rampage of villainy. He was working on that.

And preferably don’t fucking die in the attempt. That last part had been spoken in Rowan Whitethorn’s famously dry voice.

No sweat.

Aching from the unexpectedly brutal fight, Fenrys Moonbeam stretched out on his shitty couch, wincing at the unpleasant feeling of every goddamn spring in the bloody couch digging into his body, closed his eyes, and dropped into shallow sleep, hyperaware that he laid exactly twelve feet atop the equally rundown, mildew-ridden apartment of Boss Celaena Sardothien.

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leahkenobi · 2 years

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freezing

rowan whitethorn x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: rowan has a creative way to warm you up

warnings: established mating bond, fluff, smut, fingering, praise kink, hickeys, penetrative sex, kinda d/s dynamics, bathing together, i’m pretty sure that’s it?

a/n: it’s been a minute! but i’m really excited about this one. it’s been one hell of a summer, and i hope it’s been great for all you. i’m thinking i may turn this into a bit of a universe or series type thing? i make references to a couple scenarios i may write. idk. lmk if you are interested. as always, requests are open. i absolutely love hearing the ideas you guys have, so if you have any ideas, don’t be shy! and if you wanted to be added to a rowan taglist (or any of my other taglists) lmk and i would be happy to add you! also, the gif does not belong to me. all credits to the owner.

you were exhausted. and cold. and incredibly annoyed. as if your days training with rowan and gavriel weren’t challenging enough, adding the uncontrollable outdoor elements of mistward always made the sessions worse.

the day had spent practicing various sword maneuvers, and then a few hours of intensive sparring in which you were expected to apply what you learned. it was all going just fine until an hour into sparring, it started to rain. it wasn’t just the typical drizzle of mistward, no. it was a downpour. your skin was being pelted by huge droplets of water, and the once solid grass was beginning to turn into a muddy mess.

in one move against rowan, you slipped. you landed harshly on your stomach in a heaping mound of mud. you groaned, staying down in the mess instead of rising to your feet to spar again.

“i think that’s enough for today,” rowan shouted over the rain, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead. you rolled onto your back as a clap of thunder sounded, startling you with how loud it was. you tried to scramble up, but slipped in the mud and ended up on your back again.

your mate leaned forward to grab your hand and help you up. you accepted, too tired to feel embarrassed about your little accident.

as you walked back to your room with gavriel and rowan, the chill of the rain began to set in. by the time you reached the building, you were rubbing your hands together to restore warmth. by the time you reached your room, however, your teeth were chattering and your body was beginning to shake.

after gavriel parted ways with the two of you, rowan walked with you the remainder of the way to your shared room. he hadn’t missed a thing. he saw you shaking and felt a bit of remorse for keeping you out in the rain so long.

“you okay?” he asked as he opened up the door to your room.

“a little c-cold,” you responded, still rubbing your dirty hands in any attempt to warm yourself up.

“how about i help you run a bath?” rowan asked.

“o-okay,” you said. at this point, you were in no position to decline him. you didn’t know if you even could because your hands were shaking so bad.

rowan set up the bath in the chamber connected to your room, the hot water steaming up the area around the tub and the smell of lavender soap invading your senses.

“ready?” he asked when he saw you standing in the doorway. you gave him a nod.

when you reached the edge of the tub, rowan said softly, “arms up.” you complied. he stripped you of your wet and dirty tunic, then reached for your leather pants.

��this okay?” he asked, fingers hooked in said pants, about to pull them down. you nodded again, pleased that he still asked. he’d seen you at your rawest, worst moments, taken care of you at your sickest and nursed you back to health, but he still asked your permission before seeing your body. seeing you vulnerable. he still respected those boundaries.

with his help, you shimmied out of your pants and undergarments. he gave you a hand and helped you into the hot bath.

you moaned at the feeling, to which rowan chuckled. “that good, huh, baby?” is all he said with a grin wide on his face. you swore you could’ve stayed there all day, the warmth from the tub finally restoring warmth to your body.

from the corner of your eye, you saw rowan undress. you turned to look at him, his beautiful body on display. his tattoos were stunning, telling the story of his life and pain. his once believed mate, lyria, his time in the wars, and finally, when he met you. his muscles were bulging, and you couldn’t help but notice his cock stood against his abdomen, red and swollen.

“hopping in, are you?” you teased.

“just how could i resist you?” he asked in a teasing return.

he approached the tub and snuck in behind you. the tub was large enough to comfortably fit the two of you, though the water spilled over the edge slightly.

rowan hummed an approving sound at the warmth before snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you against his chest. his length pressed into your back as you settled against him.

“someone’s a bit worked up,” you joked.

“i just undressed my mate and watched her step into a steaming bath, then moan at the warmth. forgive me,” he said with a grin, then began kissing your neck. he placed a bruising kiss right under your jaw, causing you to gasp.

“you like that?” he asked. you hummed in response.

after that kiss, rowan stopped his ministrations. you almost let out a whine when his lips left your skin. that teasing fae bastard. you leaned your head against his shoulder and let him breathe you in. you wanted him now, and you could feel that he wanted you too.

but rowan had different plans. he wanted you to relax. he wanted your muscles to have a break after a long day of training. he wanted you warm and comfortable when he fucked you.

after lounging in the tub for an uncomfortable twenty minutes due to the mutual arousal between the two of you, the water began to run cold and you were ready to get out.

rowan felt you begin to squirm against him and loosened the arm on your waist. as you stood and stepped out the tub, he noticed the goosebumps that covered your skin and your pebbled nipples, both of which were clear indicators you were cold once more .

he followed you out of the tub and grabbed towels for the two of you, wrapping it around your shoulders and aiding in drying you off. your teeth began to chatter a bit again, and of course rowan saw.

“aww baby. are you cold again? cmon, let me warm you up,” he said, albeit mockingly, leading you back to the room.

you both dropped the towels on the side of the bed and hopped into it. you scrambled under the covers, pulling them around you quickly to keep in the heat. but rowan, your personal heater, had other plans.

he stripped the blankets from your body. “rowan!” you shrieked, feeling the cold air all over your skin.

“well i told you i was going to warm you up, beautiful,” he said in a low voice as he pressed into your side.

his lips found yours quickly, devouring your mouth with haste. you opened your mouth and let him in, feeling his tongue against your own. his hands roamed your naked form, trying to feel every part of you.

after what could have been hours, he traveled south of your mouth, leaving bruising kisses in his wake. he made it to the valley of your breasts, careful to pay extra attention to your nipples.

you moaned as his mouth sucked on one. “feel good?” he quipped.

“so good rowan,” you groaned out.

he reached between your thighs, feeling your arousal.

“all this for me baby?” he asked.

“yes all for you,” you responded.

he slipped a finger into your slit and you careened off the bed, overcome with need.

“please rowan. need you,” you panted.

“patience y/n. gotta warm you up,” he said as he pushed your hips back down to the bed with his strong hands.

your breathing was labored by the time his second finger entered you, his thumb massaging your clit.

you could feel the familiar coil building in the pit of your stomach as he hit that spongy spot inside of you, your release approaching quickly.

“rowan i’m gonna-“ you started, but couldn’t finish, the moans involuntary at this point.

“you got it baby. let it go,” he said.

right as he said it, you toppled over the invisible edge. your vision went white and your hearing was fuzzy.

“you never fail to amaze me,” rowan breathed out, lifting his fingers to his mouth to taste you.

“so good,” he said in a moan.

you came back quickly, wanting more, needing him inside of you.

“need you now, rowan,” you said, reaching for him.

“i got you baby,” he said as lined himself up with you. the second he pushed in, your walls clamped down around him.

“easy, y/n. gods your so fucking tight,” he said, trying to restrain himself from pounding into you too roughly.

he let you adjust to his length. though you’d taken him a thousand times before, he still shocked you with how big he was. you’d never forget the first time you took him, the painful stretch had you walking funny for days.

“rowan please move,” you begged after several minutes, feeling well accommodated to his size.

“anything,” he said and slowly began to pound into you. he pushed your knees up and pulled them apart so he had a clear view of your body, a clear view of his dick pumping in and out of you.

he pushed his hand flat on your stomach, applying pressure that had you screaming his name.

“shhh i know, y/n. i know. keep taking me. you feel so good,” he whispered in your ear.

you were practically in tears. you felt the rush of another release coming. rowan must have been able to feel it, probably because your walls were fluttering around him.

“i can’t rowan, i can’t hold on,” you panted out, on the very edge.

“i’m right there with you. it’s okay,” he said, “together.”

it’s as if that word set you off. you came with a moan, legs and body beginning to shake. you felt rowan release into you, panting your name over and over like a prayer.

“such a good girl,” he said as you were coming down from your high, “so perfect for me.”

he kissed all over your face before collapsing right beside you, his arm and leg overtop of you.

“that was…” you started before rowan finished off your sentence.

“incredible. and i bet you’re not even cold anymore,” he chuckled.

you had completely forgotten, and now a sheen of sweat covered your body, along with half of the body of the most powerful fae male to ever exist.

“i guess you’re right,” you smiled back.

“if you will always fuck me like this when i’m cold, i’ll start walking around naked,” you joked.

he sucked another bruise to your neck. “you know i’d love nothing more than that. all those males and females looking at you but they can’t touch you. they can’t have you. you’re mine,” he said nipping at your ear.

“that i am, you territorial fae bastard,” you giggled.

“you love it,” he said.

“that i do,” was your only response.

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queentala · 2 years

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Make me your dumb little kitten

Gods, writing this was a fucking torture but! finally, the most awaited moment since the very beginning of this account: Fenrys smut. With special dedication for all those 28 people that asked for it. (pls don't hate me for ignoring your requests for so long, I seriously can't write smut for shit)

And now I should probably start my Gavriel smut...

You can pray for me.

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Summary: Fenrys taking your virginity

Words: 7865 (I have no fucking idea how but I'm not complaining)

Warnings: soft dom Fenrys, sex, dirty talk, swearing, fingering, oral (female receiving), praise kink, slight size kink?, Fenrys being cutie and I think that's it

The clock pointed almost three in the morning. The whole castle was sound asleep, corridors engulfed in stunning silence as not even cats wanted to leave their warm hideaways to wander through this cold, winter night. If now one looked at a great, stone castle from a distance, he might have think that it is abandoned if not faint, golden glow in only few windows of the highest tower.

Despite the grim atmosphere around them, lazy smiles decorated both Faes' faces as each of them was engrossed in their work. The fire in the fireplace faded slowly and the clock chimed the full hour when Fenrys finally put his papers away, stretching and announcing that he's done for tonight. Tearing your gaze away from the documents you were reading you smirked gently at the male laying across the bed with one arm flung over his onyx eyes. "Go take a bath then and jump under the covers" you said from where you were sitting against the headboard "I'm ready and waiting for my cuddles." You already took a bath before getting to work so now you were in your boyfriend's shirt which you of course had stolen and only panties underneath as you knew how much Fenrys drooled at the sight of your bare legs.

White Wolf chuckled quietly, even after three months of dating, and even more of friendship, the sound made your belly erupt with butterflies, his broad chest moving as he inhaled deeply and then exhaled. "Too tired" he mumbled with eyes closed at what you stretched your one leg forward and poked him in the ribs. Fenrys only gripped your ankle and turned over on his side, lying his head on your foot and nuzzling his face into your soft skin. The sight made your heart flutter but you knew if he won't go now, he won't go at all. Shaking your foot from under your boyfriend you poked his cheek with your big toe. "Bath. Now."

You rolled your eyes at Fenrys' childish behavior when dissatisfied whine left his mouth in answer. Deciding to let go your eyes once more wandered to the papers in your hands and you exhaled through your nose at the amount of work you still had to do. Despite the late hour you weren't really tired but the arduous perusing boring papers wasn't the way you wished to spend your night.

"Ready for cuddles, hm?" mocked your boyfriend cracking onyx eye open to look at your face decorated with grimace.

"I'll be done by the time you bathe, slob" you mocked back at what Fenrys huffed and nuzzled his face into you foot once again. His lips curved up in a smirk as if he was plotting something. You were curious but decided to wait patiently, both of you stayed like this for few minutes, enjoying the relaxing silence of winter night. That was until Fenrys shifted on the bed and you felt soft lips placing gentle kisses on your ankle, slowly heading up.

"Maybe just put those papers away, princess" murmured Fenrys against your calf, his lips like a ray of summer sunshine on your bare skin.

You perfectly knew what he wanted. Fenrys was making it quite obvious since the war ended, never even trying to hide his gaze full of lust or playful smirks that made your thighs squeeze, letting you know how much he can't wait to have you in bed for the first time. You yearned him too. From the moment you two kissed for the first time you wondered how would it be to have those lips tasting you elsewhere. How would it be to taste him elsewhere, everywhere. Yet... There was this one, tiny problem. You had zero experience when it came to those things. And this freaked you out. Fenrys was over century old sex god that had in his bed hundreds of sex goddesses, and still he choose you, Fae in her twenties that looks and acts as if she was one of those women that drive men crazy in bed but in reality has never been touched in those places. Fenrys choose to spend his WHOLE life with you, calling you his mate, his one for the eternity... but what if he'd be disappointed? You couldn't get rid of the thought that he might expect woman with skills of courtesan that will take him to bed and send him to paradise. That if you tell him the truth he'd back out, not wanting to have shitty sexlife to the end of his days.

Luckily for you since the great victory everyone were too busy with getting everything back to normal to even sleep so neither of you had enough time for one another. At least not enough to spend the night properly as Fenrys wasn't interested in quickie being your first time together. So you kept torturing yourself, wanting to feel every piece of your mate against your skin but also avoiding him in every situation that might lead the two of you to bed, still trying to figure out the best solution for this situation that, unfortunately, probably doesn't exist.

Moving your free leg you put your toes against your boyfriend's forehead and pushed him away gently before his lips could reach any higher than your knee. "I thought you were too tired?" you asked with small smirk, hoping that playful tone wouldn't rise any suspicions in him.

"Hm, I think I could find enough energy for some activities..." He gripped your ankle firmly and started trailing kisses up your other leg. Yeah, sure, your playful tone only encouraged him more. It's Fenrys after all.

Your breath got stuck in your chest when Fenrys licked long stripe on your soft skin, leaving wet track before moving past your knee to the inside of your thigh. Shaky moan left your mouth, head falling back against the headboard when Fenrys dug his canines into your flesh, kissing fresh wound and lapping at your blood by turns. The look on his face told you this little motherfucker enjoyed every single second like never before. You could feel yourself getting wet and clearly your mate could smell it as he moved higher with pleasured hum. His boldness both attracted and scared you at once. His arm hooked under your other leg, broad hand slowly stroked your thigh, from time to time reaching your ass "by accident" while he kept his lips stuck to your skin.

Absentminded quiet moans left your mouth one by one, eyes closed as you enjoyed your mate's caress, your body was melting under his touch and both of you got caught up in a moment, letting your desires lead you and not quite realizing where it is going. It all died when you felt Fenrys' nose pressing gently against your panties.

Your eyes shot open, straightening yourself you yanked out from Fenrys' touch jumping on the other side of the bed, papers you had in hand laid on the floor, long forgotten. Only the loss of his touch made you aware of how soaked you were.

"Y/N?" Fenrys also straightened himself, concern and fear was written on his face with big, fat letters. He was caught off the guard, analyzing his every move that might get you uncomfortable. You could see that he regrets going this far without your verbal permission.

"I-" What were you supposed to do? A good girlfriend probably should now throw herself at him for a heated kiss, rip off her shirt and take off his pants and make love with him till they can't anymore, but... you weren't this girlfriend.

Instead, you jumped off the bed, ready to jump out of the window if it would be the only way to hide the furious blush that covered now your whole face, painting red your cheeks and ears. Fenrys was faster though. Broad hands clasped themselves firmly on your waist and threw you back on the sheets, right under your mate. He stared at your face with worried eyes, his forearms caged your head between them, forcing you to look at him back.

"Darling, I am so, so sorry for invading your private space without clear permission, and I truly apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable, but please, Y/N, I beg you, don't run away from me." His voice was almost desperate, his eyes looked as if in a moment tears would start falling from them. "Don't leave me here alone, wondering if you'll come back to me or if I have lost your trust. Wondering how to fix it. Please, princess, stop running away and start talking with me." His voice moved something in you, few tears ran down your cheeks. Putting your hands against your mate's cheeks, you brought him closer and connected your foreheads. He moved his rough palm to the side of your face, caressing it gently with his thumb.

"I love you Fenrys," you whispered, "you're the best thing that happened in my life. I'm sorry for running away. I am just so scared to fuck things up."

"Tell me what's wrong, my love." He kissed your nose and slightly pulled away to look at you, his body still towered over yours but instead of feeling trapped you felt protected.

"Well..." You could feel your cheeks getting redder under Fenrys' gaze with every second. "You see, when I was a teenager, my parents were very, very strict. To the point where I wasn't allowed to hang out with boys and I have nev..." For a few heartbeats you wondered how to put this into words. "When magic disappeared and this... everything happened and I got stuck in my animal form for over ten years I was eighteen." Your mate's black eyes studied your every facial expression with swither but also curiosity, he analyzed your each word with a frown, trying to riddle where you're going.

Taking deep breath and shifting your gaze at the ceiling, you continued "Having sex in an animal form wasn't really on my to do list, you know," you chuckled nervously, "and when magic came back this whole shit with war started and there wasn't really time or even any right person and somehow..." Each word falling out of your mouth came out faster, chest moving heavily and heart racing.

"Y/N." Fenrys gripped your chin and gently turned your face so you could look at him. Never in your life you have felt more nervous, especially in his presence. Seeing that Fenrys tucked strand of your hair behind your pointed ear and ran his knuckles down your cheek lovingly. His voice was quiet and calm when he asked "Kitten, are you a virgin?"

One of your canines bit into your lower lip when you nodded shyly. If he was surprised, he didn't let it show. Corner of Fenrys' mouth lifted, behind his onyx eyes laid gentles, understanding but also something else, something more like... pride? Excitement? You couldn't name it but to your relief, it definitely wasn't disappointment.

"You're my mate, Y/N, and I love you with my whole heart. I don't mind at all that you don't have experience in bedroom. And I won't hold a grudge against you if want someone else to be your first time. I would never force you into anything, I hope you know that."

You nodded, your shiny eyes caught his black irises, looking deep into his soul, "I want this to be you, Fenrys. I trust you with my whole being," your words were nothing more than a whisper but Fenrys heard every single one clearly as if you had yelled them into his ear. A smile so gentle appeared on his lips that you could do nothing more than to smile yourself, wondering what have you done to deserve being looked at with so much love.

"So..." something like tickling ran between your thighs at the sound of your mate's voice dropping an octave down, his thumb ran across your lips curved in small smile, "no one has ever touched you in a way that brings pleasure?" The way Fenrys carefully chose his words threw you off a little but you still shook your head in confirmation. "No."

"But, have you ever touched yourself, kitten?" Your eyes widened at Fenrys' words. You were taken aback, most definitely not expecting this kind of question.

"Well, I- I've tried to touch myself few times but it was never enough to bring me release. It was as if something was always missing." Your voice got quieter, eyes shifting somewhere else under Fenrys' playful gaze. His head dipped to your neck and all the stress left your body when you felt his lips leaving soft kisses on your delicate flesh. He moved slowly, lazily, his hands started caressing your sides, playfully sliding under the hem of your (his) shirt.

"Show me" he whispered and then placed a kiss behind your ear.

"What?" Your head spun to the side with surprise and Fenrys pulled away slightly, looking you deep in the eyes. "Show me how you touch yourself, love."

You swallowed hard, knots tying up in your throat. You were nervous, but the burning feeling between your legs couldn't be ignored any longer. Your fingers moved to your shirt, shakily undoing the buttons. Your eyes were still fixed on Fenrys, his face showing pure love and gentleness yet you didn't missed the desire hiding in his gaze. Only when you finished with the last button, and your hands shyly shifted the white material from your chest, exposing your bare breasts for him, Fenrys looked down. His eyes darkened at the sight of your hard nipples, his hand moved to your waist but stayed there, not daring to move any further.

Biting your lower lip you moved your hands to the black material of your panties. Now or never. With one move you slid them down and threw somewhere to the side. So there you laid. All naked under your mate, your arousal filling the chamber. With his body still towering over yours, you nestled yourself better on the pillows and spread your legs. Fenrys swore under his breath but his black with desire eyes wandered back to connect with yours.

"You're the most beautiful person in this universe." He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours, goosebumps appeared on your skin at the feeling of his warm breath on your cheek. "I love you so, so much."

"I love you too," you breathed.

"Are you sure, darling?" How could you be not? The answer was oblivious, you wanted this every night since last three months. You desired him just as he desired you, and now when your doubts and fears were allayed... "Yes. I do want this." The matting bond danced happily, as if it has been waiting for this moment eagerly.

Fenrys not needing any more reassurances pushed his mouth onto yours like he did every day, yet this time was supposed to be different. Your hands wrapped themselves around Fenrys' neck, your fingers tangling into the golden hair, soft as Spidersilk. Strong, calloused hands gripped your waist tighter, finally begging their travel up your body, roaming over the softness of your stomach, analyzing and remembering every inch of your skin. Muffled moan left your mouth when his rough palm cupped one of your breasts, his thumb playing with your nipple.

"C'mon, kitten," his lips moved to your jaw, leaving wet trail of kisses leading to your neck, "do it for me."

Your heartbeat quickened when you shifted your palm down your stomach and between your spread thighs, your cheeks burning furiously, small gasp escaped your mouth as you brushed your clit, the little bundle of nerves reacting immediately. Fenrys was biting his fangs into your neck but his eyes stayed glued to your fingers that played with your entrance and clit for few minutes, warming up and collecting some of the wetness before disappearing between your folds.

Quiet whine was all your reaction as you started moving two fingers in and out of your pussy, massaging your inside walls with fingertips in search of this spot that made your legs shake. Your mate was doing his best to help you, his tongue already found all the sensitive places on your neck and started decorating them with purple-red marks, his broad palms never stopped playing with your breasts but still, not even a hint of the knot tying up in your lower stomach appeared. The movements of your fingers were enjoyable but definitely not enough to satisfy your urge. Your eyes turned to the male above you, pleading.

"Can I touch you there, princess? Do you want my help?" Fenrys smirked at the desperation on your face, the way you shook your head entreatingly, letting out a whine that was supposed to sound like "yes."

You wanted to remove your hand to make a room for your mate but he grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place. "Let's try it like this," he said and grabbed your left leg, hooking it over his shoulder, then bending and moving the right one a little bit more to the side, leaving you fully spread. Shifting his weight on his left side, Fenrys slipped his palm under your head in the way that allowed him to stroke your cheek with his thumb. "Now, relax." He kissed your nose and his right palm slid down to your entrance, but instead of replacing your fingers with his own, he slowly pushed them right under yours.

Squeal of surprise and pain ripped out from your lips when you felt burning stretching between your legs, few tears fell down your face but Fenrys was quick to kiss them all away, holding you close. "You okay?" he asked quietly, his hand staying still, allowing you to adjust to the new thickness. Few seconds passed before the pain faded, Fenrys was peppering your face with kisses, patiently waiting for you to be ready.

"Yeah," you breathed out. Despite the weird sensation your pussy was throbbing, demanding something more.

Slowly, carefully not to hurt you, Fenrys started moving. His big palm gripped your smaller one, bending his fingers, he pressed onto yours what made you follow his movements. He led you gently, your hands moved in perfect sync, creating wave-like shape. You moaned loudly at the pleasant feeling when Fenrys changed the angle and additionally started pushing your fingers in and out. "Feels better, doesn't it, bunny?" You whined in answer, your head falling back, hips thrusting up. Blush crept to your cheeks when you realized how much you're enjoying yourself but fuck yeah, this felt good. Fenrys chuckled lowly, "You just needed someone to guide you, hm? Dumb little kitten couldn't get off on her own. But don't worry, princess, daddy's gonna take care of you now."

With each stroke the pleasure expanded, your juices dripped onto your hands and sheets as wet noises mixed with your absentminded moans filled the air. A whole new feeling started building up in your lower stomach, weird but pleasant heat spread over your body. Fenrys slid your fingers across your g-spot, earning from you a loud gasp. He lowered his head to your breasts, circling your nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently. He sped up, your entwined digits kept running over the sensitive spot, making your legs shake. You tired to pull away when the pleasure became overwhelming but Fenrys only held you firmer, still busy with your boobs.

"Fuck! Fenrys!" Your vision started to blur, you were desperate for release.

His fangs bit into the skin on your collarbone, dark mark forming on the delicate flesh as he sucked it into his mouth. "Come on, darling, just like this. Keep chasing it, you can do this. Cum for daddy." Loud cries escaped your throat, Fenrys straightened himself, dropping your leg on the bed, his fingers speeding up even more, taking yours with them. Your thighs squeezed together but you kept thrusting your hips, meeting with your mate's each stroke. "Such a good kitten," Fenrys cooed, taking in your struggling form, "Now, sweetie, cum for me."

Every muscle in you tensed painfully, toes curling. Your palm clasped itself tightly on Fenrys' arm when waves of pleasure took over your body. Your mate helped you ride off the shock your orgasm left you in, constantly telling you how great you did and how proud he is. Only when you managed to calm your breathing, he removed his fingers from your pussy.

"It's not that hard, isn't it, baby? Some training and you'll be able to get off without my help."

You also slowly removed your fingers glistening with cum, wincing at the empty feeling. "I think I prefer when you do it." Fenrys smirked proudly at your words. "Just not with my fingers, please," you chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, it was hot. But I'm surprised you didn't broke them." Your mate erupted with laughter and you joined him second after, slowly sitting up.

Looking up at your mate you sighed at his beauty, not even the awful twin scars could uglify his handsome face, and every time he sent you one of his sweet smiles, you were falling for him even deeper.

"C'mere," Fenrys extended his arms, inviting you in. You gladly accepted his offer, entwining his waist and snuggling into his chest. "Are you okay, baby? Was it too much?" he murmured into your hair at what you only shook your head. "I'm fine, Fenrys."

You stayed like this for few minutes, Fenrys stroked your back and thighs as you still shook slightly, and you played with his shirt, enjoying his presence, proceeding the things that just had happened. Small smirk appeared on your lips when you remembered one thing.

"So... Daddy?"

Fenrys glanced down at you with surprise, you could see the cogs working in his head. His dark eyes widened when he realized. It might be the first time you have seen the White Wolf of Doranelle blushing. Your fingers caressed his jaw when you looked him in the eyes. "Are you into those things?"

"Only if it doesn't make you uncomfortable." His face was serious when he said this. Your comfort was his number one priority.

You shifted so now you were straddling Fenrys' lap, your hands wandered around his neck, playing with golden hair at the nape of his neck. You had no idea from where all this confidence suddenly came from but you couldn't waste it. The bulge in his pants pushed against your crotch and all the wildest scenarios ran through your head. "What if... I'd told you that I'm into it?"

His rough palms squeezed your buttocks, pushing you harder against his boner and you had to bit your lip to don't whine at the sensation. Hair on your arms rose when he leaned in, stopping millimeters from your face, and whispered, piercing you with eyes full of desire. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, kitten."

You took one deep breath.

Enough of just dreaming. You wanted more.

"Almost twenty nine years, Fenrys. I'm done with waiting, I want it intense, passionate and rough. I want to try everything, to explore it with you. Fuck me and make love with me, laugh with me but don't stop till I can't take it anymore. I want you every day and night for the rest of my life. Make me yours." Your mate looked as if he'd jump out of his skin any second, the bulge in his pants grew harder and bigger, his hands gripped your ass so hard you were sure you'll have bruises there.

You leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Make me your dumb little kitten."

Fenrys snapped.

His mouth attacked your so fast, taking you by surprise, that you returned the kiss with few seconds delay. Broad palms roamed your body desperately, almost aggressively, squeezing everything they could and you had nothing more to do than tangling your hands in his hair, giving yourself wholly to him. Fenrys once again laid you on pillows, goosebumps appeared on your skin when he kissed his way down to your stomach, leaving wet trails everywhere. He already had total control over your body and mind and you were fully aware you're getting yourself into addiction. You didn't cared. Not as long as he was your drug.

Fenrys stopped at your belly button height, lifting his head and looking into your eyes. "If you want to stop, tell me immediately, okay?"

"Okay," you nodded. Strong hands gripped your thighs and spread them wide open, showing your dripping with juices pussy. Your heart raced at the thought of things that were supposed to happened in few minutes.

"Okay what?" His voice was lower than usual, and combined with his hungry gaze, made you somehow feel smaller, weaker.

Few seconds passed before understood what he meant. "Okay, daddy."

Your mate smiled proudly at you and dipped his head, continuing his path of kissed before settling between your thighs. "Good girl. I'll go easy on you this time but the faster you learn the rules, the better for you, kitten."

Blush crept up your cheeks but Fenrys' gaze was already fixed on your small hole that only waited to be destroyed. He spent way too many nights wondering how you taste or what sounds you make while nearing your release. You were the imagine he had in front of his eyes every time he pleasured himself in the dead of night, behind closed doors of his chambers, thinking of all the ways he would make you cum. How many times he had to leave the meeting only because he could barely stop himself from taking you on the table right then and there, in front of the whole court? And right now... Fenrys always imagined your first time together will be desperate and rough, that you would fuck the months of waiting out of each other. But no. No, no. He's going to take his time with you, enjoy your taste, study your body langue, and teach you all the sinful things that will make you go crazy.

He started with small kisses, wanting to see how you'd react but also not to overwhelm or scare you, nibbling gently at your soft, untouched flesh, and running the tip of his nose between your slick folds. It was weird but definitely not unpleasant to have someone between your legs for the first time. Your body reacted to his every action, slightly jumping or squirming whenever Fenrys placed his lips on your skin.

Your palm traveled to your breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipple, the other one gripped the soft sheets beneath you when Fenrys added his tongue, licking your juices with the thick muscle. His soft lips closed around your clit, sucking at the sensitive nerve and your head fell back at the pleasure. Whines and moans falling from between your pretty lips were like a song for your mate that with every minute was loosing himself in between your legs even more, lapping and sucking at you eagerly, burring his face in your cunt as if it was a pillow.

The pressure in your stomach kept expanding, blood flowing to your clit demanded release, making your swollen pussy throb in pain. Fenrys changed the angle of your hips and you squealed when his tongue pushed into your hole, fucking you at fast peace. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You were panting, the male between your legs moaned loudly when you fisted his golden locks, sending vibrations through your core.

"Fuck, I- I'm-" You swallowed deeply, more cries got caught up in the back of your throat. The pleasure was too much and not enough. Your legs started shaking rapidly but Fenrys gripped them tightly, pushing his face deeper into you. Your back arched. "Fenrys!"

"Not my name, kitten." The male removed his tongue from you, lifting his face he eyed your glistening cunt with a smile. He just found the never-ending fountain of the sweetest nectar in the whole world and deep in his heart Fenrys promised himself that since now, he'll get drunk with your juices every night for the rest of his life.

"Daddy!" You cried out and your mate hummed happily. "That's better." He dived in with so much vigor that almost jumped out of your skin.

Just a little more.

Fenrys feeling your desperate attempts to let go doubled his efforts, bringing his fingers to your clit and drawing tight circles with rough pads. His thick tongue kept thrusting into you, massaging your inner walls. Your hips bucked up and with final cry you came all over his face. Hard. Really hard.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Never in all those years when you imagined what sex feels like you'd guess an orgasm can be that powerful. No words other than magical could describe this feeling. The blood running furiously in your veins, heart racing like a racehorse, stars in your dazed eyes as you stared at the ceiling with parted lips, trying to calm your breathing. Not to mention the mating bond dancing happily, demanding more.

Tears blurred your vision. Your thighs squeezed together, caging Fenrys' head between them. He didn't minded at all. Letting you ride his face and get off your high, your mate was on cloud nine. He drank your release like a man abandoned on a dessert with no water, his tongue collected every single droplet, afraid it might disappear if he won't be fast enough. Gods, he could cum just by eating you out.

Just now you noticed that the fire in fireplace almost fully went out, leaving the great bedroom in darkness lightened by only few candles. Propping yourself up on shaky elbows your gaze wandered down at the love of your life. Fenrys was looking at you with all the pure love he had in his heart, his cheek was pressed against your inner thigh, his arms circling your hips. The golden flames reflecting in his onyx eyes made your brain melt completely.

"You look like a goddess," he whispered so softly. "And you taste like one."

And you look like a god. The most beautiful of them all. You wanted to say but your voice got stuck up in your throat. No words were needed anyway as second later Fenrys brought his lips back to your clit, his eyes closed in bliss as he sucked at it lazily. After two orgasms you were already so sensitive that it didn't took long before you felt another one building in your lower stomach, threatening to pull another chain of moans and whimpers from you.

"Gods, you're so perfect." Pleasurable heat was filling your body as his mouth kept caressing your swollen cunt, placing kisses on your slick skin every second. "So good for daddy, taking what I give you so well, my little darling."

Your head fell back in delight. Each word made you wetter, your arousal flowing from you like a stream, leaving you aching for another release. Fenrys, happy as never before, feasted his eyes on the sight in front of him, wondering what other sounds he can pull from that pretty mouth. The thought of you screaming his name for the whole castle to hear made him harden painfully.

He needed you around him. Now.

But you weren't ready for his size, yet.

His hand sneaked up between your legs, stroking and petting your pussy with gentle touches as if it was the most precious thing in the world. The coil in your stomach grew bigger. Your thighs spread wider for him, hips bucking up as in invitation, accompanied with a whine. A quiet plea.

"Shh, kitten, I know." Fenrys placed one last kiss on your pussy before raising his head. His long, thick fingers played with your entrance, running between your folds but not entering the tight hole that throbbed with need. "Trust me, princess, daddy knows what's the best for you. Patience, love."

Two orgasms didn't satisfied your urge. You wanted, needed, something more than his fingers. Questions ran through your head: how long is he? How thick? Will it hurt?

Maybe you wanted it to hurt? Just a little bit. You blushed but the thought of his cock spreading you for the first time kept you thrilled yet still nervous. The way Fenrys moved and spoke, his actions, his gaze... It did something to you. Quiet voice kept whispering to you, telling you to be his good girl. To do as he says.

Obediently, you relaxed on the pillows, trying to ignore the unbearable burning, and let Fenrys work on you. Your hands clasped on your breasts, your gaze drifted to your mate, studying his every move with your lower lip between teeth.

His broad palm cupped your sex, easily covering it all, and in one fluid motion, Fenrys pushed into you his middle and ring finger. This time he wasn't waiting. Immediately his long digits started pumping in and out of you, constantly changing the angle, twisting and spreading your walls. He set steady peace, it wasn't slow but he was gentle, still having it the back of his head that it is your first time.

"Feels good, doesn't it, kitten? You like daddy's fingers fucking your little, tight pussy, yeah?" Fenrys asked with a smirk, cooing at you when your moans reached his ears.

His hand kept fucking you into another orgasm. Puddle of your juices formed on white sheets as you came on his fingers, clenching on them as hard as you could. The painful pleasure faded but his fingers didn't stopped, picking up their peace instead.

"Daddy," you managed to whimper despite your panting, "daddy, please."

"I love when you call me this. My dumb little kitten, learning so fast." Fenrys took in your struggling form, the way you were slowly falling into overstimulation. "What do you want, baby?"

"I want to feel you. Please?"

"Oh dumb kitten," Fenrys looked at you with amusement in his gaze, "you're not ready, darling. We have to prepare you for my cock. You're still so tight, so small. We don't want it to hurt, hm?"

"Please." You were on the verge of bursting into tears. You were ready to beg him on your knees to fuck you. The desire you had for that man was burning the brightest flame and every another second of waiting was driving you into madness. "Please, fuck me."

Without a word Fenrys removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, licking off your sweet essence. Fuck, you tasted so good. At the first opportunity he'll get, he's going to sit you on his face and eat you out till you can't stay upright anymore. Then he'll flip you on your back and spend another hours laying with his face buried in your cunt. He waited way too long and now there was no person that could keep him away from you.

You winced at the lack of his touch when Fenrys rose from the bed, still towering over you even if he stood few feet away. Without wasting time he swiftly removed his shirt, throwing it to the side, and you couldn't help yourself but stare at his powerful muscles, sliding your gaze down his sixpack to the bulge in his pants where his hands worked on untying the strings of his trousers.

All the air left your lungs when your mate get rid of the rest of his clothes, legendary White Wolf standing in front of you in all his glory. Not even your boldest dreams could compare with reality.

He was huge.

Your eyes stayed glued to his hard, long and THICK cock as he crawled back to you, settling between your legs and with arms on either side of your head, just like at the beginning. Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest when Fenrys grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. Thousands emotions played on his face and you'd guess yours wasn't any different.

"Will it fit?" You asked, swallowing loudly.

"Don't worry, I'll make it fit." His fingers stroked your cheek comfortingly and you relaxed a little. His touch always made wonders on you. "I just need you to trust me, okay kitten?"

Shaking your head in response you again glanced at his member. Your cheeks burned like rubies when you asked shyly. "Can I?"

Fenrys nodded and his gaze followed your little palm, sliding down his sculpted stomach to his pelvis. Low moan escaped his throat when you grabbed his hard cock, running your fingers along the veins and stroking his head with your thumb. Encircling his size with your hand you pumped him few times and Fenrys not being able to help himself thrust into your palm, eyes closing in pleasure.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good," he moaned and it took him all the strength to pull away from your touch. "I can't imagine how divine your tight pussy must be."

With his hand he grabbed his cock and ran its head between your folds, earning breathless gasp from you when he gently pressed at your entrance.

"Are you sure kitten? Hundred percent?"

"Yes, Fenrys." At the sound of his name on your lips he hardened even more. "I want this to be you. I want to be yours."

Your mouths clasped in a heated kiss, his tongue pushed into yours, easily winning fight for domination. "Hold onto me tight, kitten." He whispered against you. "It's going to hurt but it will pass and daddy will kiss you better."

Immediately your hand clenched on his shoulder, the other one entwining his that cupped your face. You inhaled sharply and sob ripped through your gritted teeth when his head pushed through your folds, painfully stretching your walls.

All your muscles tensed and you forget how to breathe when the burning pain overtook your lower parts. Fenrys groaned above you, either in pleasure or pain caused by your nails digging into his skin.

"Try to relax, baby, it'll hurt less if you're not tense." You tried to do as he says but it was impossible as with every inch he pushed into you the pain increased. Your mouth opened in silent scream and Fenrys held you tighter. "Sh, sh, kitten. Just a little more, you're taking me so well." Your foreheads pressed against each other and you felt Fenrys' warm breath on your wet with tears cheek as he peppered you with kisses. His other hand sneak around your waist, bringing you to his chest.

For Fenrys it took all his willpower to don't slam into you with all his strength. Your walls hugged him so well, your warmth and wetness made him feel like in heaven. All those months, all those nights and finally he got what he dreamed of. If only he could make it less painful for you. Tears on your face caused him physical pain but the way you clenched around him... He was ultra careful to don't hurt you, sliding only till his head hit your cervix, then staying still even if he wasn't pushed to the base.

His fingers played with your locks scattered on the pillow, stroking your hair, cheeks, doing anything that could help you calm down. Both of you stayed still for a longer moment, your breaths mixing was the only sound in the darkness of your chambers. Shiver ran down your arms when cold air suddenly hit your warm skin.

The new thickness filled you to the brim. It was weird feeling. You wanted to pull away from it but also it made you feel complete. It hurt but you could also find a pleasure in this overwhelming stretch.

"I think I'm fine." Your words were more chocked out than said. Fenrys looked into your eyes, his irises were entirely black as he gazed at you in search of emotions.

"I love you, Y/N. I want you to know that."

"How could I not know that, Fenrys?"

He smiled gently and corners of your mouth rose in answer. Fenrys adjusted his position between your legs, holding you so close to him to the point you were almost wholly swallowed by his body. Good. After ten years of living in fear, he made you feel safe.

Moving his hips Fenrys pulled out of you slowly, only two inches, before pushing it back. The pain was still there but not as much as minutes before. And when that vein on his cock rubbed against your entrance... Your head fell back, giving your mate the opportunity to mark your neck with more hickeys.

"Just like that, kitten. Let daddy take care of you."

He was so big in every aspect, filling you perfectly with length and width. His head spread your walls perfectly, making room for the rest of his dick as Fenrys kept moving in and out of you, with every more pulling out more just to slam into you deeper.

You were driving each other crazy.

There was no sexier thing than your mate loosing his control, moaning lowly into your ear or neck, sending vibrations through your skin. Few more strokes and the pain was nothing more than a distant memory, already fading into oblivion. In its place appeared pleasure. Pure pleasure that rose with every movement, every friction, drawing from you moans and whimpers one by one.

"Holy fuck, kitten, you're so tight." Fenrys groaned into darkness, throwing his head back, golden locks sticking to his neck where droplets of sweat started to appear. His hips moved in rhythmic peace, not too fast but perfectly enough for you to feel another climax building.

You moans grew louder as Fenrys slammed into that sweet spot, making you squirm in his arms. The feeling started to become overwhelming, your legs entwined your mate's waist, looking for a way to somehow release the pressure gathering inside you, your hands roamed his back, leaving red scratches wherever they appeared. Your palm wandered down, pressing below your bellybutton, where you could feel bulge created by Fenrys' size. Whimper left your mouth when you realized how deep he is.

Sound of skin slapping against skin filled your ears and Fenrys' pelvis slapped against yours with every push. He slid to the base and you didn't even acknowledged it, too lost in the way he made you feel. Wet noises accompanied his every thrust, your juices mixing with his precum dripped on your sheets, filling the air with your blended scents.

Heat filled your body, your legs started shaking more furiously (or maybe they never stopped in the first place?), the pressure in your lower stomach started taking over the rest of your body, threatening to let go any moment. You throbbing cunt clenched around Fenrys' pulsating cock and he couldn't stop the loud groan, picking up the peace. You were close and he knew that as he was on the edge as well. Swears flew into the silence of the night, your whines changed into screams.

"Daddy, Fen... Fuck!" Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Fenrys hid his face in the crock of your neck, his hips never loosing the rhythm as he chased both his and yours release.

His cock slammed into you like a hammer, fucking all the thoughts out of your head. Fucking you like a dumb little kitten you were.

"Come on, baby, make daddy proud and give me one more, hm?"

Three more strokes and and with silent scream fireworks exploded inside you, making your pussy clench strongly, cumming all over Fenrys' hard cock. Your body went limp below him as you lied half conscious, shaking and moaning with stars in your eyes. Few seconds later Fenrys came inside your abused pussy, painting you walls with his seed, claiming you as his. Forever.

Sweaty mass of pure muscles collapsed onto you. He also was shaking. Hearing your heartbeats you were surprised none of you had a heart attack.

It took you good ten minutes before any of you could move. Fenrys slowly slid out of you, making you wince at the emptiness between your legs.

Both of you were tired, sweaty and sore but fuck, nothing could erase the shit eating grins on your faces or sparkles in your eyes. Fenrys scooped you into his arms and seconds later you were placed under warm duvets, his hands stroking your overstimulated body. You threw your arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest, trying to proceed everything that happened.

"I- I have no words." You finally stuttered out.

"That was powerful," stated your mate. The two of you too stunned to speak.

"Yeah."

You lied in complete darkness, tucked into warm duvets and furs to protect you from winter's cold, enjoying each other's naked bodies, still warmed up from your activities.

"Are you okay, kitten?" The silence was broken by your mate. His hand stroking your hair made you eyes close in delight. You were too tired to answer so your only response was small nod. "You did so well, darling. I'm so proud of you."

You hummed happily, lifting your head. Despite blackness around you, you could still distinguish his facial features, know that he was looking at you with loving gaze. Your lips met halfway in a lazy kiss. "Thank you," you muttered against him at what Fenrys only deepened the kiss.

Using all the strength you had left your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. "It's past four in the morning." Tired sight filled the air between you. "We have to be up in two hours."

Fenrys only tightened his grip on you, bringing you even closer. "Fuck this. Ain't no fucking force in this world that can get me out of this bed tomorrow. And if Aelin wants you, she can come here and try to rip you out of my arms."

You huffed happily but said nothing. It didn't took long before you drifted away with your cheek pressed against Fenrys' chest and feeling you sleeping peacefully beside him, your mate followed soon after with his nose buried in your hair.

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