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danikamariewrites · 8 months

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hi love!! hope you're ok and everything is fine 🫶🏻. i have a request;

Manon x reader (fluff to smut), where reader is fae (her animal form is anything you want ) , before the magic left they were already girlfriends , and just when the magic is gone she gets stuck in her animal form (reader).

Manon decides to take care of her in her animal form until the day the magic returns. when Manon returns with Asterin from helping Aelin in the Adarlan, she finds her in her fae form.

i think the idea of Manon taking care of her girlfriend who is stuck in her animal form, unable of talking or anything it's just so cute 😭😭

pd: take care, drink water, sleep well and be happy 💗 no pressure 🫶🏻💗

Back With You (SMUT)

Manon x reader

A/n: I love this idea! You always have the best requests and I love writing them 🧡 I hope you’re doing well too, love u! I also hope you don’t mind but I put this after the 13 rescued Elide.

Warnings: some anxiety and smut

You didn’t know magic would disappear that day. Had you known you would’ve shifted back into your Fae form while out with Manon. You were trotting along next to her feet in your black cat form, weaving between her legs and occasionally batting at her long red cloak with your paw.

The two of you were walking back to your cabin in the woods when it happened.It was your secret home, she discovered it abandoned on one of her Crochan hunts and thought it was perfect for you two. You had started moving things from Backbeak Keep to the little cabin for longer stays. The Keep made you uncomfortable, mainly due to Manon’s grandmothers dislike of the Fae.

Manon instantly felt the change. She gripped at her chest, her breathing labored as she leaned against a thick tree trunk. And then you felt it. Your connection to the magic in your blood that has been present for over a century was dimming. You felt weaker, like you didn’t have any strength left. You tried to shift but nothing was happening. The usual flash of white light wouldn’t burst from you. You didn’t get taller no matter how hard you pushed you paws into the ground, willing them to change back into your hands and feet.

You were stuck. You started to panic. Would Manon leave you? Would she help you? Gods, how would you survive this? Manon saw you pacing in circles while thoughts raced through your brain. “I’ll take care of you. I promise, y/n.”

Manon never broke her promise. There were good days and bad days. Then the really rough days. But with magic gone and the witches spread out it meant Manon had more time to spend with you at the cabin. There were days where you snuggled up on the couch together and she’d scratch behind your ears, reminding you of when she’d run her fingers through your hair.

But there were days where you two weren’t clicking and she couldn’t understand what you needed or wanted. And Manon being Manon she would get frustrated. Not with you, never with you. More herself. She felt like she failed you or disappointed you. It made you feel guilty when she got so upset. You felt like it was your fault you were stuck as a stupid cat. What was worse was that you couldn’t say anything. That’s what made you angry. Your voice was gone and you didn’t know when you’d have it back.

Manon was always there. It felt like nothing had truly changed between you. She got better at reading your emotions. She’d hold you when you were upset and always made sure to kiss your head. Never once did she break her promise.

She even pampered you. Giving you proper baths, letting you eat at the table and giving you eat real meals. Her grandmother sneered at Manon for that, always making rude comments like, “She chose to get stuck that way. If she wants to be a pet so bad start treating her like one.”

Even when the witch clans were called to the Gap to train as the Kings new addition of his arm. And even when they we’re moved to Morath. Manon took you with her. While she didn’t want you to get lost around Morath she still wanted you to have freedom.

You loved wandering with her or sitting on her shoulder while exploring the castle. You also liked that no one but Manon and the Thirteen paid attention to you. The last thing you wanted were the guards chasing you around or harassing you.

Manon even took you flying on Abraxos. She had the black smiths make a special harness for you that could attach to the saddle and her. When you first met Abraxos you had wandered down to the stables in the Gap, following the scent of them.

You jumped over the large gate and into the stall, keeping close to the door in case the beast decided you were food instead of a friend. You paced back and forth as Abraxos bared his teeth at you. Sniffing you he could smell Manon. He leaned his head toward you still sniffing. You rested your head against his snout and he purred. In that moment you knew Manon made the right choice in trusting him.

Over the months you had over heard Manon voicing her concerns about Erawan. How she didn’t trust the darkness in Morath. So you set out to spying. You overheard some things that would help Manon’s suspicions and had to find a way to tell her. You learned to write by dragging your paw on paper with ink. The letters looked awful and it took forever but it got your point across.

Before magic came back Manon brought you back to the cabin in the dead of night. Before Manon went back to Morath she held you, placing you on the bed and held your face. “I will be back y/n, I promise. Just please stay here.” You gave her a nod and she left, looking back at you before closing and locking the door.

Two days passed of you just lounging around the cabin. On the third day you felt it. The magic that left you over a decade ago rushing back to your body. You felt more alert and strong. Your Fae senses kicked back in. You felt like you could hear every creature, big and small, throughout Oakwald. All the different smells, the lingering darkness of Morath and Manon strongest in your little home.

With all your strength you pushed your magic to change you back into your Fae form. It took awhile for you to find that familiar feeling and then that beautiful white light that came with shifting flashed, blinding you for a moment.

You felt taller. You prayed to the gods this wasn’t just your mind tricking you. You slowly opened your eyes and looked down. Your hands were raised in front of you. You wiggled your fingers and looked lower. Your body was back!

A cry sounded from your mouth. You bolted to the bathroom stumbling a little, getting used to being on two legs again. You took in your reflection, touching and pulling at the skin on your face. You looked the same but different. A little older. “Wow.” You whispered. Your voice! You laughed. Gods it’s been so long since you laughed.

You took in the rest of your reflection backing up so you could see the rest of your body. You were still in the dress you were wearing over a decade ago. Your hair was a little gross and you could definitely use a bath. Not just to be clean for yourself but you didn’t want Manon to see you this dirty when she came home.

That night you took two baths. It was just so nice to sit and enjoy the warm water on your skin. To use real shampoo and soap and make yourself smell nice. You took a long time on your hair which was at your butt now.

When you got out you put on your fluffy robe which you missed dearly. You took your time brushing and braiding your hair. Now that it was long you could do all the intricate braids you did on Manon. You did trim it a bit with scissors from the kitchen.

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Manon and the Thirteen had finally returned to Morath after dropping Elide at the edge of Oakwald Forest. She was anxious. She didn’t want to be back here, she wanted to get to you. When magic returned she felt it like a punch to the gut.

She wanted to see you again. Wanted to be with you through the change back. But she knew her presence was needed before she disappeared again. As Wing Leader, Erawan would want to question her. Manon would stay a day at most.

Before the sun could rise above the horizon Manon was on Abraxos flying faster than the wind.

You heard Abraxos’ wings before you saw them. You had been tossing and turning all night, far too excited to sleep. As they landed you stood at the front window and stared. Manon quickly undid the harness and jumped down.

She heard the front door creak open whipping her head to look. There you were. Standing in the doorway dressed in her clothes. Manon sprinted across the yard. You didn’t have a chance to move before she scooped you up into her arms spinning you around.

You cling to her and cried. “Manon.” You cried. At her name she dropped to her knees and cradled your head threading her fingers through your hair. “Gods y/n.” Manon pulled back to look at you with silver lightly lining her eyes. She cupped your face as she took you in. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I’m-fuck I’m just…are you happy?”

“To not be stuck as a cat? Yes I’m very happy to be myself again.” You laughed through your tears. Manon pressed her face against yours taking in your scent and the feel of your soft skin on hers. “Can I kiss you?” She breathes out. You attach your lips to hers in a heated kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Manon kisses you back, grabbing at you. She picks you up and rushes to the bedroom crashing onto the bed with you. You undo her cloak and start pulling at her tunic. Your need for her growing by the second. She rips her tunic, boots, and pants off and then moved on to yours. Manon had no room for teasing right now. You both needed each other. Taking things slower and exploring each others bodies would come later.

You run your hands down Manon’s back and squeeze her ass. She moans into your neck, nipping at you and squeezes one of your breasts, tweaking your nipple. You let out a high pitched moan. Your body was so sensitive you didn’t think you’d last long.

“Fuck Manon, need you so bad.” She presses a hard kiss against your lips. “I know baby I need you too. I got you.” She runs her fingers through your folds collecting your wetness and rubbing circles on your clit. Her fingers come back down to your entrance and slips two inside you, curling and thrusting them in and out of you against that sensitive spot inside you.

You meet her thrusts and grip her shoulders sinking your nails into her pale skin. Moans stutter from your lips along with her name over and over again. You felt your orgasm build. Manon rubbed her thumb against your clit and gives you a few more thrusts and you come on her fingers.

You slump back on the bed as Manon kisses up your stomach to your neck. “Fuck, how did we go over a decade without each other.” Manon laughed, “Let’s not think about it now.” You hummed in agreement. You wanted more but you were spent.

You tried to sit up to flip Manon on her back but she could tell you were done for now. “Nope.” She grabbed you, gently laying you back down. You whined at her. “No y/n. I can tell you’re tired don’t even try to deny it.” You rolled your eyes and gave her a tired smile. Manon kisses your forehead, “Sleep. I’ll be right here with you.” She whispered.

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gothicbabydollz · 2 years

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I am thinking about biker Manon AAA

Biker Manon who catches you staring across the bar and slides up to you, all the silver rings in her long finger’s glinting from the lights. Her voice is husky and low as she talks to you, asking if you’d like to go for a ride. She takes to out on her fierce red bike and drops you off at your house, her golden eyes haunting you as you hump your pillow the same night.

Biker Manon who turns up at that bar again and this time she takes to home, her fingers thrusting into and curling and rubbing your clit with her thumb until you soak her sheets. Then she gets out her strap and had you riding her while she bites at your tits and neck, purring as you cum again. “There you go sweetheart, just like that. Can you cum again? One more time for me?” And you do, you cum again and again until your all limp while she cleans you up and wraps you in her blankets, curling up behind you and wrapping a arm around your waist.

biker!manon biker!manon biker!manon 😵‍💫😵‍💫

#nonnies ❥#i love this sm!!#this needs to become a thing fr #manon #manon blackbeak smut

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autumnshighlady · 2 years

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just an update! the eris nsfw headcanons are up, I did them first because they were highly requested! fenrys taking your virginity headcanons are completed and in my drafts and i’ll post them in a day or so. right now i’m working on the thirteen x reader and it’s probably the filthiest thing I’ve written so far but I’m loving it.

keep sending in requests! I can only slowly work my way through then since I’m currently working 7 days a week but i love getting requests because they inspire me to keep going (and reassure me that my writing doesn’t completely suck hehe)

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throneofsapphics · 9 months

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shadowhandss60 · 2 months

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“I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”

AC: Snowarox

This art was gifted to me by the incredible artist listed above and I am forever grateful 😭 I’ll never be over it.

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the-smut-analyst · 5 months

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shadowdaddyazriel · 1 year

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Night Cap (rowaelin x manorian smut)

Warnings: this is just pure filth. foursome m/m/f/f etc etc. lmk what u thinkkkk

Across the bar, a shimmery blonde had been eyeing Manon for some time now. She had intense turquoise and green eyes, and a wicked smile to match. She was mesmerizing, tossing her hair and chatting animatedly with her hands to the bartender when he came over.

Beside her, a huge male leaned his arms on the bar, eyes closely watching the blonde’s every move like he just couldn’t get enough of her. He had silver hair and a swirling black tattoo that started at his temple and disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt. The two kept snagging Manon’s attention, squirming in her seat when they met her glance.

The bartender walked away and the blonde caught Manon’s eyes once more. A slow, sly grin spread across her face as she leaned over to whisper something in the male next to her’s ear. His eyes immediately flicked up to meet Manon’s and she almost went liquid under his intense stare. Her cheeks were on fire. The male nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

The blonde stood up then, walking around him, trailing her fingers lightly across the top of his back as she went. Spinning on his stool, he stood to follow her, his height towering over hers. The two headed for the dance floor, directly in Manon’s eye line. A thrill shot up her spine as the two began to writhe against each other on the dance floor, the blonde grinding her ass against the huge male’s lap. Manon’s jaw loosened at the sight, her eyes utterly fixated on the blonde’s form as she arched back into him, and the possessive way the fae male gripped her hips.

Manon felt Dorian’s minty breath on her ear as his arms wrapped around her. She hummed, leaning back into him. He smelled divine and male and hers. Manon wanted to lose herself in him, to play out every fantasy she’d imagined when looking at the fae couple dance together.

“See something you like, witchling?” Dorian purred into her ears. She let a shiver snake down her spine. Dorian had always been open to exploring Manon’s sexual desires. A small part of Manon wondered if Dorian hadn’t wanted to just as much as she had.

When she looked back at the dance floor, the couple was gone. She fought the urge to let herself sag in disappointment. Her brow furrowed. She’d been sure the couple was propositioning them, but perhaps she’d read it all wrong.

“Is it true?” A high, clear voice called from behind Manon. She turned to find the blonde behind her, the fae warrior wrapped around her and towering over her. Dorian gave them both a wicked grin, looking back and forth between Manon and the blonde like it was solstice morning.

“Is what true?” Manon asked, eyebrow arched. Her voice was deep and sensual.

“That ironteeth pussy is as good as they say?” She said, a sinful glimmer filling those beautiful eyes of hers. Manon’s stomach heated and she felt Dorian’s hand slide across her lower back.

“Better,” Dorian drawled. The blonde and her fae both looked shocked but definitely, definitely intrigued.

“Wanna find out for yourself? Quench that curiosity?” Manon smirked at her. The blonde eyed her, clearly liking her confidence and handle on her sexuality.

“I’m Aelin, this is Rowan,” she said, gesturing to the man behind her.

“Manon.”

“Dorian.”

“Rowan’s flat is two blocks away if you care for a nightcap,” Aelin cooed. Manon looked at Dorian, who shrugged. Taking that as a yes, Aelin slid her hand into Manon’s, lacing their fingers and tugging her towards the door.

Back at Rowan’s flat, Aelin poured them all drinks, passing them out. They all sipped, feeling the warmth resetting in their stomachs. Manon wasn’t nervous, exactly. She’d been a part of group sex a few times in her long life. Something about Aelin and her confidence, though, seemed to call to her.

“And you, pretty boy?” Rowan asked, his voice a deep rumble reverberating in his chest. Dorian’s head shot up to take in the fae warrior. A corner of Dorian’s mouth pulled into a crooked grin.

“What about me?” He asked.

“Do you fuck as good as you look?” Rowan asked. Dorian’s grin was utterly feline. He quirked up an eyebrow at Rowan.

“Wanna find out?” Dorian saw the flash of lust in his green eyes, with no small amount of pride. Dorian aimed to please in the bedroom, and Manon had no doubts he would be utterly performing for them all by the end.

Aelin tipped her head back, draining her cup. She sensually lowered herself to her knees, looking up at Manon from under her lashes with a wolfish smirk. Manon looked down her nose at the queen.

“Crawl to me,” Manon commanded. She saw the shiver run down Dorian’s spine at her words. Aelin looked as though she were about to start purring. She languidly crawled across the floor on her hands and knees to Manon.

She placed her delicate hands on Manon’s knees, gently pushing them apart and baring Manon’s drenched panties to her. She groaned, sliding her hands up Manon’s thighs and under her skirt. On her knees between Manon’s legs, Aelin pressed her mouth gingerly to the witch’s. They moaned breathily into one another’s open mouths. Their wet, warm tongues lapped against one another, discovering and devouring.

Still kissing Manon, Aelin slid her hands higher up Manon’s skirt, wrapping her hands around the sides of Manon’s panties, and sliding them down her legs and off. She turned, slingshotting them into Rowan’s lap, who looked seconds from pouncing on them both but was remaining patient. Dorian just looked like his smug and charming self.

Aelin tugged Manon closer to the edge of the couch, pushing her legs even farther apart, putting her soaking wet pussy on display for them all. Dorian bit his lip and Rowan’s eyes darkened at the wetness between her thighs.

“You smell divine,” Aelin purred, the flat of her tongue dragging up the center of Manon’s pussy with a feral groan. “And taste even better.” Manon panted, lacing her hands at the base of the blonde’s head, pushing her face impatiently back to her core. Aelin chuckled, the vibrations making Manon writhe against her.

Aelin’s tongue dipped inside Manon’s hole, fucking her with her mouth. Manon’s eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy. Dorian palmed himself through his pants at the sight, painfully hard already.

“Hey, Buzzard,” Aelin murmured to her mate, “come get a taste of her before I keep her all to myself.” Rowan eagerly obliged, walking over to drop to his knees before the witch. He was so muscular and devastatingly beautiful Manon almost came at the sight of him bowing before her before he roughly gripped her thighs, tossing them over each shoulder. He looked up at her, locking in her stare as he kissed from her knees down to her pussy with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Rowan began fiercely sucking her clit as Aelin situated herself, straddling Dorian’s thighs.

Aelin gasped as she ground down against Dorian’s covered cock. Manon watched the look on his face as his jaw dropped open, parting his perfect pink lips. Aelin licked a stripe up his neck before pressing her mouth to his, placing her tongue in his mouth, still covered with Manon’s wetness. Dorian moaned at the familiar taste, and a shockwave of pleasure filled Manon’s belly.

Manon gasped as Rowan landed a harsh smack to the side of her thighs. She looked down at him wide-eyed. He lifted his head, her wetness coating his chin. Gods, he was like a god among men.

“If I’m going to eat your pussy, you’re going to give all that attention to me,” he snarled. “Look at me. If you look away or close your eyes, I stop and you don’t come.” Manon felt a thrill rip through her at the challenge.

Manon panted in anticipation, Rowan’s warm mouth only inches from her core. The cold air hitting her wetness was driving her mad. She writhed against him, but he didn’t budge.

“I require acknowledgment, little witch,” he growled, turning his head to harshly sink his teeth into her thigh. She gasped at the pressure and light flick of his tongue.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Yes, what?” He barked.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered. She wouldn’t call him anything else. Those other names were only for Dorian. Who was currently whimpering under Aelin’s touch desperately. Manon wanted to look, but she wouldn’t disobey him, needing to come too badly.

He gave her another rough smack to her thigh.

“Good girl,” he snarled, using his thumbs to open her pussy to him, groaning at the sight of her. He licked her like she was a delicacy, her legs still thrown over his broad shoulders. He flicked his tongue against her clit in a way that had her screeching and squeezing her thighs against the sides of his head, which she discovered he liked very much.

“Filthy girl gonna get herself off on my thigh?” Dorian hummed from a few feet away where Aelin’s legs straddled his powerful thigh, relishing the friction of his jeans. “My pussy aches for you,” she whined.

“It’s my thigh or nothing,” Dorian directed. “Rub that pretty pussy against my leg and show me just how bad you want me.” Manon loved when he used that commanding tone with her. Her mouth opened slightly, feeling her orgasm building when Rowan immediately pulled his mouth away from her.

She whimpered, arching and crying out for him. She’d looked away when he told her not to. She couldn’t help it. The sight of Aelin and Dorian was so intoxicating. “If you’re going to act like a little brat, I’m going to treat you like a little brat,” he fussed.

“I’m sorry! I’ll be good I promise, please touch me,” she practically begged. He gave her a hard look before leaning down to lick her.

He held her open for his tongue with one hand and palmed his throbbing cock through his pants with the other. Manon barrelled toward her climax at a blinding speed. She watched Rowan as he palmed himself and worshipped her cunt with his tongue. She screwed her eyes shut with a cry, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as Rowan kept sucking her too-sensitive clit. She tried to push his head away, but he was having none of it.

Manon felt Dorian’s phantom hands wrap around her wrists and pin her hands behind her back, leaving her utterly at Rowan’s mercy, of which he had exactly none. He sucked her clit roughly, sending her into her second climax. Tears streamed down her face and she howled like a banshee at his tongue lapping against her. He didn’t stop until he’d devoured every drop of wetness from her swollen cunt. Then, thank the gods, he allowed her to collapse back into the couch to catch her breath, dropping her legs from his shoulders.

Rowan stood, walking to where Aelin still ground against Dorian’s cock through his jeans, a wet spot smeared across the front of the fabric. Manon wanted to lick it off. She chewed her bottom lip.

Rowan’s hand gripped the hair on the back of Dorian’s head, roughly jerking his head back until his lips parted. Dorian’s throat on display for her, Aelin suckled at it. Rowan spit into Dorian’s mouth, a mixture of his saliva and Manon’s cum dripping from his lips to Dorian’s tongue. Dorian swallowed with a deep growl.

Rowan made to pull back, but Dorian stood, pulling Aelin with him. Aelin wrapped her legs around his middle as he smashed his mouth fiercely against Rowan’s. Rowan kissed him back forcefully. As Dorian licked the roof of Rowan’s mouth, Manon took advantage. She lowered herself to her knees in front of Rowan, pulling at his belt.

Still kissing Dorian, he helped her with his free hand, shoving his pants off and kicking them away. He quickly ripped his shirt over his head. With shared smirks, the rest of them followed suit, abandoning any clothing left on them.

Manon swirled her tongue against the pink head of Rowan’s massive cock, lapping up his pre-cum greedily, eager to taste more of him. He was delicious. His breathy moan was even more delicious. She wanted to hear that sound forever. Licking the underneath of his cock from his balls to his tip, she swallowed him deeply into her throat, relaxing and taking him to the hilt.

His entire body shuddered as he instinctually tried to pull her off, but she swatted his hand away, caressing her tongue against the base of his cock. He bit back a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back.

Having none of that, Dorian reclaimed his mouth. Feeling left out, Aelin forced her way in, the three of their mouths moving together as Manon swallowed Rowan’s cock. He jerked under her touch, panting and a sheen of sweat coating his chiseled chest.

“Fuck,” Rowan snarled, an angry look on his face. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you, little witch.” She hummed in excitement, the sound vibrating the cock still lodged deeply in her throat. Rowan grimaced at the pleasure.

“Tie her hands behind her back,” he commanded Dorian. Manon couldn’t see him, but she already knew Dorian had that goofy grin on his face she loved so much. The face he made when he toyed with her and edged her to the gods.

Manon’s hands snapped behind her back forcefully and she pulled back, allowing Rowan’s cock to exit her mouth. Strings of saliva still connected her to him. Rowan wrapped a massive hand around the base of himself, squeezing hard.

“Both of you on the couch,” Rowan demanded to Dorian and Aelin. “You’re going to touch yourself for me to see while I fuck her pretty little throat like a cocksleeve.” Gods, she loved Rowan’s filthy mouth. It almost rivaled Dorian’s. Dorian stroked his hard cock, grinning like mad at Manon. She loved him so much she felt like she might burst. She knew he would always allow her to do whatever she wanted, just as long as he got to tag along.

Rowan pressed a thumb against her lips, directing her focus back to him. She opened her mouth for him. He pressed a thumb roughly to her tongue, grabbing her jaw to hold her in place. He slid the head of his cock down her throat, not waiting for her to be ready. He released her jaw to grab the sides of her face.

He gave a few tentative thrusts to allow her to find his rhythm, and then he wasn’t gentle with her. Which is exactly what she liked. He impaled her throat over and over. Every time he bottomed out, she swallowed, clenching her throat tightly around him.

With the way she was sucking him, he wasn’t going to last long. She supposed he hadn’t expected her to know how to suck cock the way she did. Many, many years of practice were on her side there. Dorian moaned from the couch. He watched the way drool dripped from Manon’s mouth as Rowan fucked into her.

Rowan jerked her off him roughly, gasping and grabbing the base of his dick tightly, trying to keep himself from coming. He closed his eyes as he panted, trying to recenter. Manon grinned at Dorian, who winked at her. Dorian heavily benefitted from Manon’s bedroom experience.

“Why don’t you come sit that pretty cunt of yours on my face,” Manon said, raising a seductive eyebrow at Aelin. Did she just… blush? Oh, Manon liked that. She’d do whatever it took to see it again.

Manon laid back on the soft carpet, propping her legs to expose her drenched cunt to Dorian where he still sat on the couch, slowly gliding his hand along himself. Aelin chewed her bottom lip, swinging a leg on either side of Manon’s head. But Manon was having none of her sudden shyness. She gripped her soft thighs and pulled her down onto her face. Gods, she was so wet.

“This all for me, princess?” Manon praised. Aelin nodded fiercely, grinding her wet pussy against Manon’s open mouth. Manon offered her tongue and Aelin fucked herself on it, legs already twitching with pleasure.

“Your tongue feels so fucking good,” Aelin panted out.

Manon felt the head of Dorian’s cock notch at her entrance, slowly gliding upwards to spread her wetness to her clit. He teased both of them, rubbing his dick slowly through her folds. When he slowly began to push inside her, she moaned loudly against Aelin, which had her giving a high, feral keen. Manon chuckled as Aelin bucked wildly against her mouth, legs tensing on either side of Manon’s head.

Dorian fucked her slowly, just as distracted by Aelin as she was. Manon could feel Dorian’s cock twitching inside her as he hit her cervix, pushing so deep she could feel him in her stomach. Aelin came with a screech, collapsing off of Manon, who used a finger to wipe Aelin’s wetness from her chin and push her finger into Dorian’s mouth.

Rowan positioned himself behind Dorian, a bottle of lube in his palm. He slathered his cock in the lube. He landed a harsh smack to Dorian’s ass as if announcing his presence. Dorian pushed all the way inside Manon and stilled. Manon chewed her lip as she watched every whimper and moan fall from Dorian’s pouty lips until Rowan was all the way inside of him, just as he was inside of her.

Rowan bucked his hips into Dorian, which pushed Dorian further inside Manon. She cried out, grinding against his cock. Aelin positioned herself on the side between Manon and Dorian. She lowered her mouth to flick her tongue over Manon’s clit lazily. Manon arched off the floor, squeezing around Dorian tightly, which wrought a string of curse words from him.

“Fucking do that again, my god,” Dorian panted. Rowan pulled out to the tip and roughly fucked back into Dorian’s ass. Aelin obliged, sucking Manon’s clit with a fierceness that rivaled her mate’s. Manon writhed and cried, her senses overstimulated with the pleasure.

“P-please, I can’t,” she begged.

“You can and you will,” Dorian growled. “You can take it. My good girl.”

At his words, she came, milking Dorian, who roared with his pleasure.

Rowan gritted his teeth, fucking Dorian harder, smacking his ass again, but harder this time. Hard enough to leave a handprint on his ass. Manon knew Dorian loved that shit. He always loved when she marked him up.

Aelin glided her tongue against the base of Dorian’s cock as Manon slid her fingers between Aelin’s legs. She was so wet that Manon easily slid two fingers inside her, fucking her with her hand. Aelin hummed her approval, bucking against Manon’s hand as she turned her attention back to Manon’s clit.

“F-fuck, I’m not going to last,” Dorian yelped.

Rowan wrapped his hand around the front of Dorian’s neck.

“You come when I fucking say you come,” Rowan snarled. Dorian’s eyes rolled back in his head as Manon twitched uncontrollably underneath him, her climaxes just rolling into each other at this point as she pulsed around Dorian.

Aelin closed her eyes as Manon pressed her thumb to her clit, rubbing while she fucked her cunt with her long, slender fingers. Aelin cried out, gripping Manon’s fingers as she came. Manon kept her movements going until Aelin physically jerked back from overstimulation.

She lay back against the couch, legs spread wide and revealing her abused pussy to them all. Rowan grunted, looking at his wife spread out like a feast. Rowan gripped Dorian’s throat again.

“Fucking come. Now,” Rowan commanded, voice breathy.

Dorian whimpered as his back arched, spilling his cum inside Manon’s tight cunt. Rowan pulled out of Dorian, once again clutching himself to keep from coming. It must have been painful by then.

He pressed his cock into Aelin’s pussy with a hitched gasp. He fucked her gently, bringing himself to the precipice and spilling inside of her, burying his face in her neck. Dorian pulled out of her, watching as his seed dripped out of her.

“So fucking good for me, witchling,” he purred, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip.

They eventually showered and reclothed themselves with shaky legs and tired eyes. Dorian carried Manon the few blocks back to their apartment, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear the whole time, reminding her exactly who he belonged to, no matter who they had fun with. And goddamn, was it fun.

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rowaelinsdaughter · 7 months

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𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 (𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

omg, i need holy water,like, did I seriously write this??? well, i did, so please enjoy as much as i did writing this 🫶🏻 sorry if there's any error, english isn't my first language

WARNINGS: smut, fluff (a little bit), iron nails play (?)

WORD COUNT: 1,5 (k)

“I can do it, I can do it, I can do it…No, I can't do it”

“You know Manon would kill me if I was here, right?”

You rolled your eyes and turned to look at Asterin. “I know she would, but I need someone’s opinion on” you pointed to your body “this.”

Asterin rolled his eyes.

“I already told you, you look perfect and Manon will love it” a mischievous smile adorned Asterin's lips “besides, I don't think it will last long.”

You looked in the mirror again and appreciated the black lingerie that adorned your body. Manon loved seeing you in lingerie, it awakened something primal in her. When there were people she was reserved, although she had to keep you close and touch your back or hand so that they knew that you were hers, and that they had no chance of being with her. Besides, who would dare to confront the Queen of Witches? But, when you were both alone? He couldn't stop kissing you, having you close, telling you that he loved you. Although she was always the dominant one and you loved it.

You caressed the straps of the bra, marveling at the softness of the fabric. The top part held your breasts perfectly, the lace was perfect and the bottom part covered only your area, leaving your ass visible. You hesitated again whether to leave it on or not. But it was Manon's birthday. Her 150th birthday to be exact. You were going to do it.

"Ok I'm leaving." Asterin stood up from the chair she had been sitting in while you tried on the different lingerie. He approached you, winked and left.

You grabbed the robe that matched the lingerie and decided to dress up a little more. You made waves in your hair and left it down, creating a perfect waterfall down your back. You decided to wear little makeup and painted your lips a soft red, creating a contrast with your black lingerie.

Manon had to go to a nearby town to listen to people and then try to solve their problems, so to kill time you decided to read a book that you started a long time ago.

It was dusk when you heard Abraxos arrive, you approached the window being careful not to let him see you and there you saw him. She wore her moon-white hair in a braid and her fighting clothes fit perfectly on every part of her body. To surprise her, you decided to go into the bathroom until she arrived.

It wasn't long before you heard the door open and close.

“Yn” Manon looked around the room, confused to not find you anywhere.

You opened the bathroom door a little, careful not to make too much noise and so that she wouldn't find out, and when you saw that her back was to you, you opened the door completely, leaning on the door frame, letting the robe fall a little.

Manon turned around and all rational thought vanished from her mind when she saw you standing there.

You saw how his gaze changed from surprise to lust in a matter of seconds, making a current of electricity run through your entire spine.

Gathering courage you decided to approach her. Manon watched as your hands opened the robe you were wearing, letting it fall to the floor, exposing yourself to her.

He approached you, looking over every part of your body, from your bare feet to your breasts. When she was centimeters away from you and you felt the heat emanating from her body, she approached your ear, and with a voice that he only saved for you when you were in bed, she whispered:

“I'm going to devour every part of your body, I'm going to make you scream my name so loud that the people in the town where I've been will know who makes you feel this way, and I'm going to enjoy my gift every moment. And when dawn comes you won't be able to get out of bed. Have you understood me?”

You swallowed and with a small voice you responded. “Yes, Manon.”

Her hands grabbed your knees and she lifted you up, carrying you to bed. You had never felt more exposed than now, lying on your double bed, she looked over you again. She took out her iron nails, caressing from your neck to your panties, a stain of your arousal present on them. You held your breath, watching a feline smile grace her handsome features as she noticed the stain.

She retracted her nails and tore them out with that strength that characterized her. He threw what was left of them into some corner of the room. Her hands caressed your legs to your sex, a muffled moan left your mouth, waiting for Manon to do something.

She caressed your clitoris and your hips rose involuntarily, controlled by the fire that now ran through your entire body thanks to the attention your lover was giving you. At this, Manon caressed your clit again, this time using a little more pressure, making you moan accompanied by her name.

“Is something wrong, witchling?”

She brought her face closer to your sex and licked from your entrance to your clit, sucking it, drawing those moans from your lips that let Manon know that you were enjoying yourself.

“Shit Manon… Don't stop plea-” You couldn't finish the sentence and a moan louder than the others came from your red lips as you felt her insert two fingers, synchronizing the caresses she gave you with her tongue and the thrusts of her fingers, reaching to that point that made you see the stars.

You heard a growl leave her lips as you felt your walls clench around her fingers. You were close, very close. With one hand you grabbed the sheets and with the other you held her head between your legs, preventing her from getting out of there. But Manon loved to make you beg, with her free hand she pushed your hand away from her head, pulled her fingers out and moved her tongue away from your sex.

"No, please"

She leaned back on her heels and began to undo her clothes, starting with the top. Her jacket, shirt and bra disappeared in some corner of the room. You licked your lips at the sight of her round breasts and pink nipples. Manon, seeing where your gaze was, decided to squeeze them, making your walls tighten.

You stood up, kneeling in front of her, pushed her hands away and began to massage, caressing her nipples with your thumbs. Manon sighed and that was the signal you needed to start licking one of her nipples and continue caressing the other. You notice how her hand caresses your head and with the other she strokes your sex, inserting two fingers again.

You pull away and start kissing her neck and the hand she has in your hair tenses. You adored that area of her, because it was the most sensitive. She pulls you away from her neck and takes out the fingers she still had inside you, grabbing your face with both hands and brings you closer to a kiss full of love, passion, lust and warmth.

You notice how she begins to get rid of the bottom part and lie down again, this time bringing your sexes closer together, moving her hips in a perfect rhythm, eliciting moans that are quickly silenced as your mouths are together.

You were the first to separate from her. You leaned your head back, leaving room for Manon to start biting and leaving marks that you knew everyone would see tomorrow.

You were close, very close.

“Are you close, witchling? Do you want to cum?”

You nodded. But Manon stopped moving her hips and grabbed your neck without applying too much pressure but just enough to make you go to the limit.

"Words"

“Yes Manon, please, I want to cum.”

She leaned close to your ear and whispered. “Good witchling”

She moved her hips again, this time a little faster and caressing your clit.

You became a bundle of moans, you felt that incredible sensation in your lower area. And then your whole world exploded, you stopped hearing what was happening around you, and you could only feel the orgasm course through your body, making your back arch.

You noticed how the bed sank next to you and two pairs of arms pulled you to her body. You wrapped an arm around her torso and rested your head on her shoulder. You were both drenched in sweat, but neither of you made any attempt to get out of bed and clean yourself, feeling better in each other's warmth.

Manon turned on her side so she could stare at you. You opened your eyes and found the gold that you loved so much. You smiled tired and at the same time happy.

“Did you like your gift?”

You saw her smile and her hand brushed your hair away from your face.

“I loved it, but”she got on top of you again “I told you that I was going to have you until dawn and I'm going to keep my promise.”

A playful laugh left your lips, you put your arms around her neck, pulling her close to you.

“Happy birthday, Manon.”

"Happy Birthday to me"

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 / 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆.

#throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fic #throne of glass imagine #manon blackbeak #manon x reader #manon fanfiction #manon imagine #smut #sarah j maas #sjmaas #sjm books #throne of glass smut #tog #Manon fanfic #manon x you #manon x f!reader

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jeannineee · 9 months

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ahhh for the smut bingo 2.0 could you do hatefucking with Manon? also I love your blog and your writing so much

Remind Me

Manon Blackbeak x Reader

a/n: based on this bingo card

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

“Just my fucking luck,” you muttered as Manon stepped out onto the balcony, the sounds of celebration and music audible from just inside the palace.

“Cope,” Manon said simply, leaning against the rail.

Despite the anger boiling in you at her presence, you stole a glance at her. Her creamy, soft skin. Her long, white hair hanging loosely down her back—

No.

“Don’t you have better things to do, than stand out here and bother me?” you questioned, now staring up at the moon.

Manon laughed, the sound low and bitter. “Don’t flatter yourself into thinking anything I do is related to you.”

You ignored her. Ignored her face. Her intoxicating smell. Her perfect body.

“Aww, did I strike a nerve?” she mocked, taking a couple steps toward you. “Poor y/n.”

“Fuck you,” you spat, glowering at her.

“Hmm…” Manon hummed, eyes boring into yours as she looked down at you. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You scowled, trying to brush off her tone of voice, and the way she sent heat pooling at your core.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to say it. I can smell you,” Manon declared, shrugging.

“Fuck you,” you said again.

Manon bared her teeth in a smile that held no warmth. “Can’t you come up with something different? Or are you just that stupid?”

You glared, face heating with anger. “I hate you.”

Manon didn’t flinch. Didn’t so much as blink. “Is that so?”

Before you could react, she flipped you around, your stomach harshly pressing into the balcony railing as she hiked your dress up over your hips. She dragged a finger through your slit, reveling in the mewl that fell from your lips.

“Can’t hate me that much, if you’re this wet,” Manon mused, teasing her finger at your entrance.

Someone could walk outside, see the two of you—

You bit down a moan as she slid her finger into you, pumping slowly.

“What? Dumb little slut can’t speak?” Manon teased, before adding a second finger. “Come on. Remind me how much you hate me.”

You stifled the moaning that threatened to rip from your throat, gripping the balcony so tightly your knuckles turned white. “I fuck—fucking hate you, Manon.”

Manon used her free hand to pull your hair, craning your neck as she whispered in your ear, “The way you’re squeezing my fingers tells me otherwise.” She curled her fingers against your sweet spot over and over, bringing her other hand to your clit, circling the nub quickly.

Your legs were shaking, whimpers falling from your lips as you neared your orgasm.

“I can feel you,” Manon whispered, increasing her pace. “Come for me.”

You cried out her name as your release barreled through you, her fingers still working you through the aftershocks. When she finally pulled away, she turned you around, readjusted your dress, and licked her fingers clean.

“Remind me again, how much you hate me?”

You didn’t reply, too stunned to speak.

Manon tutted. “Thought so.”

She went back inside without another word.

#throne of glass smut #throne of glass #tog #tog smut #manon blackbeak smut #manon blackbeak x reader #manon blackbeak #witchling #manon #fem reader

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shadowdaddies · 8 months

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Here's my masterlist! I write for most SJM characters. I'll keep my posts linked here.🤍

Characters I write for/rules for requests!

✨= fluff

❤️‍🔥= smut

💧= angst

💥 = action (ka-pow!)

ACOTAR

Crescent City

Throne of Glass

Artworks🎨

Mother, Maiden, Crone

Invisible Strings

Kintsugi

beautiful dividers on my blog by saradika-graphics cafekitsune & strangergraphics

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zoyaofthegardvn · 7 months

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Sapphic Kinktober

Okay ya'll! Let's talk Sapphic Kinktober <3

Plz remember that I cannot make any promises about how well I'll stick to this, but I would love to provide for the queer girls out there who wanna read about their faves this month.

What I need from you guys is to send me some kinks you'd like to see me cover this month, and with whom you'd like to see it with! I'll list the characters I'll write for in just a moment, and I'll list some kinks I'm already thinking of.

I'll also add that smut writing isn't something I've been doing for very long, and while I like to read some pretty kinky shit, i'm not sure how I feel about writing super kinky shit. So if you suggest something truly wild, I may love it, but may not write it. At least not at this point in my writing! Who knows what Kinktober 2024 will bring!

Okay so.. here are the kinks/themes I'll have for this list:

Face sitting

Thigh riding

Spanking

Brat taming

Choking

Bondage

Virginity

Toys

Mommy kink

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

Overstimulation

Double penetration

Humiliation/Degradation

Praise

Hate sex

Okay, that's about half of what I need for 31 days of kinks! Shoot me some ideas. If anything, I also don't mind repeating some kinks :)

Characters I'll be writing for:

Manon Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Nesta Archeron

Elain Archeron

Mor

Zoya Nazyalensky

Alina Starkov

I realize this isn't a very long list, but these are all characters that are of age and that I feel like I could write well. So of course these characters will be repeated several times!

Let me know what kinks you'd like to see with them this month!

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danikamariewrites · 10 months

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Ride

Manon Blackbeak x f!Reader (smut)

A/n: I’m posting this way later than I intended to but oh well

Warnings: smut and blood kink (Manon def has one u can’t change my mind)

As the door flew shut with a bang that shook the walls of your bedroom Manon attached her lips to yours in a bruising kiss. She was pissed and you knew why. You were currently visiting Rifthold celebrating some holiday Dorian decided was important enough to invite everyone to that you could care less about. You were just excited you had an excuse for Manon to dress you up in one of the expensive, pretty gowns she’s bought you.

While you were happy to accompany your girlfriend to the party she was less than happy about the attention you were getting from a certain male in the ballroom. Fenrys. He had cornered you while you were topping off your glass of champagne. He had always had eyes for you and Manon didn’t like that one bit.

He had touched your shoulder and flashed you a charming smile Manon did not care for. As soon as she saw you smile back at him her self restraint broke. Leaving the Queen of Terrasen confused at Manon’s sudden outburst until she saw where the witch was stomping off to.

Before you could comprehend what was happening Manon was dragging you away from Fenrys and back to your rooms.

“Clearly,” Manon growled, breaking away from your lips and clenching your cheeks in her hand, “I haven’t made it obvious enough that you are mine, and mine alone.” You shake your as best you can with her iron grip holding your face. She lets go, making her way to sit on the edge of the bed, your eyes taking in her every move. Gracefully sitting on the edge of the bed she beckons you forward.

You don’t hesitate, knowing when she gets jealous and possessive Manon needs to touch you. It’s rare Manon gets like this but it’s one of her insecurities that she’s shared with you and only you. She doesn’t think she deserves you and your kind heart and soft demeanor, and that’s far from the truth.

You stand between her legs, her hands finding their place on your hips. Leaning down you capture her lips in a soft sensual kiss. “I’m yours Manon. Only yours.”

“I know, baby. But you smiled back at him, so I think you need a reminder.”

It’s clear you’re not getting out of a punishment this time. She let it slide last time so it seems your luck has run out. Although, Manon’s “punishments” are quite pleasurable. Manon flicks her right wrist causing her iron nails to appear. She smirks at you, bringing the gleaming iron up to the front of your dress. Your breathing becomes shallow as Manon slices the fabric from the top of your breasts all the way down to the top of the skirt.

Manon pushes the fabric from your shoulders letting pool by your feet. She pulls you onto the bed as she lays on her back. Manon again, beckons you toward her with those deadly nails. “Come up here.” You crawl up Manon's pale body straddling her stomach. Manon squeezes your thighs dragging her nails lightly up and down your skin.

“You’re going to sit on my face baby. And you’re not going to hold back being loud. I want all of Rifthold to know who makes you feel good.” She looks up at you with a wicked smirk. “And for that little smile you gave Fenrys, don’t think you get to come so easily.”

You swallow audibly, crawling your way up to Manon’s face. Once you’re hovering above her lips Manon pulls you down by your thighs, nails digging in. Her tongue pokes out, licking you from your entrance to your clit over and over. You moan, holding back slightly, your hands grabbing at her moon white hair. Your quiet moans make her growl, “What did I say?” She starts licking and sucking at your clit hard.

You stutter, “I-I’m sor-sorry Manon.” You moan louder as she sucks harder, nipping at your clit. You feel yourself getting close to the edge and then Manon lets go of you completely. Whimpering, you start moving your hips back and forth. She lets out a laugh against your cunt, sticking her tongue out again licking through your folds.

She alternates from licking and sucking at your clit as you let out a pornographic moan. You start grinding on her face faster as she brings you to the edge again. Manon can tell you’re on the you’re close to an orgasm again and she stops her movements. You whine, “Manon please! Please, please, please! Please let me cum, I’ll never look at Fenrys again, please!” She loves when you beg. “How can I deny you when you sound so sweet begging me to cum? Go ahead baby, don’t hold back.” She starts eating you out with a new ferocity, digging her nails into your thighs harder, breaking your skin.

As she starts licking and sucking you moan at the feeling of her tongue and the warm blood dripping down your things. You quickly approach another orgasm, this time Manon doesn’t let up, letting you fall over the edge. As you come down from your high Manon gently licks you, drinking up all of your release.

Manon gently pulls you off her mouth, flipping you over onto your back. You look down at her smiling, grabbing at her hair again. She starts kissing your things, licking at the little trickles of blood. “Mmhhmm, I love you Manon.”

She lays on top of you, kissing you slowly. “I love you too baby.” She switches to lay down next to you pulling your head to her chest, stroking your hair as you drift off to sleep.

tags: @rebs2210 (tagging you bc u were very enthusiastic about this coming out so thank you and I hope u enjoy

#throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass #throne of glass x reader #Manon #manon blackbeak x reader #manon blackbeak #manon x reader #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass smut #Manon smut #Manon x reader smut

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