#the cadre | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bubbles-for-all-of-us · 10 months

Note

How about Lorcan thought his mate's pregnancy, and the reader being slightly annoyed because he has turned into a mother hen but with more knives to scare people away from the pregnant reader and more grumpy

I took it and ran... I ran...

Lorcan with a pregnant mate

Protective wouldn't even cut it. The moment Lorcan realizes that you are pregnant it is over for everyone. And it is he who finds out about the babe first.

I just picture it being early in the morning. The sun is barely out, and the horizon just starting to clear up. But Lorcan is already up, even if he has a chance to sleep in. He's so used, too used to training early in the morning. Too used to having no one besides him. No one seeking out his love. No one he would want to hold later into the day. And even if you two had been mated for some time he still finds it surreal. Still flinches sometimes, while sleep is still heavily clouding his mind, when he sees or feels your body pressed to him. Never did he feel honorable enough or worth the love but here you are, sprawled out on the bed next to him, arms wrapped around his middle as you snuggle into his side.

That would be the morning when Lorcan would sense that something had shifted. A light frown on his face as he looks down on you. The first thing that would cross his mind is that he sensed the sickness that had been keeping you in bed for the past couple of days. That was worrisome in itself, considering that you had never been so sick before. And so he would fear that it's the sign of it all getting worse. Instantly reaching to put a palm over your forehead, yet finding it as cold as ever.

Then Lorcan would frown some more. Feeling frustrated that with so many years of living, he still can't reach within his senses and grasp the core of what he's feeling. That's until he moves to hold you even closer to him, wanting to grant you the warmth of his body, knowing how much you enjoy feeling him this close. Lorcan's hand comes in touch with your side and his body freezes.

To someone passing by, even to the rest of the family, this might seem like nothing. No one would notice it but Lorcan, Lorcan knows every inch of you. He had memorized every curve, dip, mark, and scar there. His fingers slide slightly lower, moving to care for the lower half of your stomach, where he is convinced a light bump had started to form. His eyes dart up to your face as if you were there looking, ready to tell him that he isn't seeing things, yet he finds you still fast asleep.

Then it all suddenly makes sense. You snuggle to his side during lunch, yawning lightly as you hug his muscly arm, resting your head on his shoulder. You getting frustrated when Lorcan rearranged the blankets on your shared bed. The constant puking and dizziness. The lack of energy. It wasn't because you had caught an illness, you were carrying a worrier. His babe, your babe. A child.

Yet the beauty of it all would be crushed by his past suddenly swirling frantically in front of his eyes. All the fea he had killed, the tricks he had pulled, everyone he had harmed and mistreated. All the blood that coated his hands. How could he hold something so innocent in them? How could he have been a part of creating something like that? He is surrounded by death and distraction. No, he is that. And here you lay with a babe growing in your stomach.

The fear clenches Lorcan's throat and he suddenly jumps up, breath hitching. It's as if he had forgotten that you were pressed to his side at all. His sudden movements would startle you, eyes almost immediately noticing the dark mist crawling all over the room.

"Lor", you would call out softly, hand moving to run over his bare back. His muscles would tense at your touch, making you frown. You knew about his nightmares, being sure that he had gotten one now, you move up slightly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blades as you snuggle against his back. You know that words won't bring him back, it's the touch that does.

Lorcan would reach for your palm, bringing it from behind him and over to his chest, to rest where his heart was beating rapidly. "You...", he mutters, before turning to face you, "You're with child", his black eyes now staring straight at you. Your hand would instantly fall onto your stomach. Tears welling up in your eyes when the thought of it all starts to set in. Lorcan would cup the back of your head, bringing you closer to him, kissing your temple, "I love you", he would mutter, "Both of you".

He would try to mask the scent of pregnancy with his smell from the start. Partly because he didn't want to share this with anyone yet, and since you were still rather unwell, he knew that no one would question it. However, hiding it for long wasn't something you could do. Because witho a couple of weeks, you had a bump, since well your 7-foot mate had put a true worrier baby in you.

Did breaking the news to the family went well? Haha... No. Fea males are territorial bastards as they are. Add a pregnant mate to the mix and you have a never stopping killing machine, ready to end the world. So the moment everyone breaks into cheers, Lorcan's face switches. He's too occupied by Rowan, who's clasping his shoulder to notice that Fenrys had wrapped his arms around you, lifting you slightly. The next thing you know, however, is Fenrys being pressed against the wall with a knife practically cutting his throat.

The room dies down. Rowan steps in front of you, just in case but you are quick to push past him. "Lower that right now", you growl at your mate, finger pointed right at him. Yet Lorcan doesn't back away, breathing heavily still, "Lorcan Salvaterre, for the love of maker, I swear you'll be sleeping outside our bedroom door". Someone behind you giggles lightly, but your frown doesn't ease up. Not until Lorcan steps back. Fenrys fixes his shirt quickly, not wasting a second to get away. You catch his hand as he moves to walk past you, giving it a little squeeze, to which the wolf smiles at.

A part of you understands Lorcan. For a fact most of this is primal, something he can't help. He is a protector of the family. You are his world and with so much being taken from him in the past you can't blame him for feeling the need to chase everyone away. Yet you still shake your head at him.

Not much changes as you get further along with your pregnancy. The more you show the less Lorcan lets you do. He had caught you one night climbing the kitchen counters for cookies. You had never seen the color draining from his face faster. Lorcan had crossed the distance between you in a heartbeat. Strong hands cupped your hips as he lowered you back down. "I'll tie you to the bed", he growls, reaching for the jar himself, "I dear you", you click your tongue at him. "Don't tempt me, dove", you snatch the jar out of his hands but soon the frown is replaced by a grin as your sugar rushes through your system. "I just want to keep you safe", Lorcan brushed the loose strand of hair away from your face, watching you eat. You nod at his words, "I know but I can't be locked up. Plus the dagger you put all over the room... ain't too child friendly".

He does ease up slightly around the others. He's fine with the girls being next to you and smothering you with love. It's the males he doesn't fully trust, even if most of them had been his friends for quite some years. Rowan and Gavriel had read that message. Made sure to know the limit and if they did touch you, to keep it light and back up as soon as they could so they wouldn't tick Lorcan off. It's Fenrys who had found immense pleasure in rilling up the big scary worrier.

You two had been close beforehand. Both had that crackhead energy and messed around. So Fenrys is close second to Lorcan when it comes to protecting you but it's the anger that he can light in Lorcan that gives him the biggest thrill. "Are you done?", Lercan asks, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. The dinner had just finished and the white wolf had been desperately trying to feel the baby kick. Fenrys lifts his head from your bump slightly, before lowering it back down, "No". Lorcan lets out a growl but that doesn't seem to faze Fenrys, because he knows that you would back him in this. "Then be done with it", Lorcan says through gritted teeth, but that only makes Fenrys grin more, "No".

#lorcan salvaterre x reader #lorcan salcaterre imagine #lorcan scamander #lorcan x reader #lorcan salvaterre #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn #fenrys moonbeam #gavriel #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass x reader #tog imagine #tog x reader #the cadre

377 notes · View notes

sydneymack · 1 year

Text

Throne of Glass Characters (Part 2)

Artist: @courtmakes_art

#fenrys moonbeam #connall moonbeam #lorcan salvaterre #lord lorcan lochan #gavriel #vaughn #the cadre #ansel of briarcliff #abraxos #asterin blackbeak #kaltain rompier #nehemia ytger #tog #throne of glass #sjmaas

423 notes · View notes

goddessofwisdom18 · 1 month

Text

Alphonse Mucha edits for the MCs and their LIs <3 sorry I didn't do Bryce and Hunt, I haven't read Crescent City yet so I didn't feel equipped!

These are in many parts traced from actual Mucha pieces (particularly in the fabric and composition) hence why I call them edits rather than drawings, but I am very proud of them :')

#aelin ashryver galathynius #feyre archeron #rowan whitethorn #rhysand #feysand #rowaelin #throne of glass #tog #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #night court #velaris #terrasen #the cadre #sjm #sarah j maas #alphonse mucha #art nouveau

82 notes · View notes

alice-bad-thoughts · 3 months

Text

I just realized a very funny and strange thing. If Gavriel were a mortal sin, he would probably be Lust. Lorcan would be Wrath. Connal would be Pride, Rowan would be Sloth and Fenrys would be Gluttony. I’m done. Move on, sleep easy, but don’t forget this shit.

#rowan whitethorn #throne of glass #gavriel #lorcan salvaterre #rowaelin #fenrys moonbeam #connall moonbeam #sjm #sjmaas #sarah j maas #the cadre

54 notes · View notes

saphirered · 4 months

Note

Hi can you do Cinnamon sweet and library as prompts for a Gavriel X reader fic please 🌸

Hello there dearie! Be ready for some good old fluff and cuteness! 😘

Gavriel has found himself dwelling among the stacks more often than not. His companions have not made it easier on him, claiming it’s become the first place they look and are right to find him there. That is not even to mention the helpful librarian who always seems to know exactly where to find him, or rather the two are in the near vicinity of each other, often engaged in deep conversation about the latest point of interest, going over collection together. It surely is a sight to behold; the weathered warrior, the cunning diplomat arms filled with heavy tomes and piles of scrolls following behind someone so unlike him, yet the puzzle pieces fit so right. The cadre has not let down their bullying regardless. Gavriel has taken the brunt of this but every once in a while one of them will dare to make a comment in your presence and he’d be lying if he said the flush across your cheeks isn’t a pleasant sight to behold.

He isn’t entirely a lovesick puppy. Not like Fenrys at least. He simply enjoys your company and sharing this wondrous world you’ve built; your mind, your knowledge and insight far beyond any he’s encountered leaves him longing for more. You’ve given him so much more. It started simply, a soft touch here, a flirty comment there, on accident he swears because you have him run his mouth before he can carefully pick his words; a dangerous feat but one that’s made you both flustered for better or worse. You’ve not been one to shy away from these advances. Some might say you say these things intentionally. Thank the gods for that. You’ve found your place with him, have pulled him into the endless rows of shelves and told him to put his words to actions as much as your own. It might have been the first of your escapades but certainly not the last.

After far too long, Gavriel returns to the comforts of leather-bound lore, and worn parchment. How long had it been? Months? Years? The passing days say it’s barely been a fortnight but it feels like an eternity too long. It’s still fresh, this little thing you have got going. He’s on cloud nine and if this is the honeymoon phase he never wants it to end. It’s been a fortnight since he’s last seen you, when he held you in his arms and when he stole some kisses among those shelves. A mere glance to the side and the memory replays as clear as day and he finds himself following that path. A kiss here, and there, his back against the books while you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt, the burning of your lips so pleasant. The ghost of his fingers is but a sore reminder that you’re not anywhere in sight.

Your sight would leave in the dust the past few days and all else ceases to matter. Yet, you remain nowhere to be seen. You are not at your usual desk. Nor your little nook hidden from prying eyes. He does find books still open, page marked, and a steaming cup of tea. Cinnamon. The faint smell trails away from just the cup. It’s one akin to your own scent. Gavriel has relied on his fae senses many a time and they have saved him plenty but only now does he truly find himself thanking the gods for these gifts as they lead the path to you, every step you’ve taken since abandoning your comforts.

How you’d love to be back in that little piece of the world you carved out for yourself, the one where no one would bother you. Alas duty calls and tomes are requested expediently and so you had to abandon your realm for this sweet purgatory. You just hope you make it back before your tea has grown cold. Mumbling to yourself you browse the sections looking for the ancient scrolls and tomes you’ve come to know so well. It’s a matter of time before you carry a heavy stack, still to collect more. Should you have grabbed a cart or perhaps dropped off the eight heavy books? Maybe but you’ve gotten this far. No way back. There’s something strangely familiar settling you with the determination to get this over with as soon as possible. You can’t quite place it.

Gavriel hears the faint mumbling before he turns the corner. It’s distinct and makes his heart leap in ways he did not think possible. How is it you manage to have such an effect on him? How is it that when he’s even remotely near you he feels as if the world is right and everything makes sense? All matter of thought and questions fall away. His mind truly goes silent and just takes in the sight of you as beautiful as always in your usual comfortable but somewhat formal wear, balancing a stack of books between your hip and the shelf at your side, elbow atop to keep them from slipping while you leaf through another book in your hands. It’s a recipe for disaster.

“Gavriel.” You breathe. Like a sixth sense your gaze had lifted the moment he stood within sight. Your other senses ceased to work and thus the stack you so carefully balanced came toppling down when the book in your hands slipped from your grasp. You jump and cringe though the sound of those precious irreplaceable tomes so unceremoniously crashing into the marble might as well have been nails on a chalkboard. Perhaps there is one thing that can ruin this moment.

“As graceful as ever.” He chuckles. Of course he’s on his knees for you before you know it, if only to pick up the mess you made in this case while you stand there. The faint rush of blood through your cheeks does not go unnoticed.

“You’re back early.” You’re not quite sure what to say. Despite all academics, all the knowledge you have managed to cram into your head to the point you could speak until your voice gave in, somehow this fae leaves you completely speechless with but a mere look. By the time you’ve recovered he’s gathered up the books you drop and is back on his feet though he does not hand you back your collection. Instead while carrying the stack, he offers his arm and an inviting expression. He makes it all look so easy.

“And not a moment too soon it appear. Now shall we?” Formulating a sentence is a task too difficult but your actions speak far louder as you loop your arm through his and walk along the path back to the study at the library entrance, where the scholars and scribes roam freely, and where you feel mostly safe to abandon them lest they mess up your library. A rather intimidating sight last Gavriel encountered you facing someone who placed back some tomes in the wrong place and they were lost for a few days. You might as well have ripped off the poor scholar’s head.

“I hope your journey was easy.” You find your words halfway through. Easy. Never good or pleasant. Easy. You’ve known for a while that he doesn’t like to ponder half of the endeavours he’s sent out on. You know he shelters you from the most horrid of details. These events are usually marked on his skin be they scar or ink.

“Easy enough if you can put up with Lorcan and Fenrys’ constant bickering. I’d have done anything to have Rowan’s brooding silence instead but he had his own tasks to see to.” He does not elaborate further and you do not ask. You simply offer him a soft smile.

“If that is all I’m sure it could have been far worse.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong but wasn’t it you who threw ‘The Summarised History of Doranelle’ at Fenrys’ head when he folded the corners of one of your more beloved tomes?” The scene replays clearly in your head and the silent fury that burns in your eyes is but a reminder of something forgiven but never forgotten.

“Let it be known that any fae who dog-ears my book will find I will dog-ear their ears.” Just as quickly as the fury settled it fades to a look of scholarly neutrality. At the front desk a scribe taps his foot impatiently, arms crossed, all but huffing and puffing.

“The pages are marked for relevant information as per request.” You take the stack from Gavriel, having to catch yourself under the weight he seemed so unbothered by. At his presence the scribe straightens up and previous impatience seems to be pushed to the side for formality, though not too much. The scribe signs the paperwork you quickly pulled up and with not but a curt nod he’s off and away. When he disappears you visibly deflate; shoulders slumping and a hint of exhausting showing through.

“That bad?” Gavriel wants to ask, wants to elaborate but just like him not all the details of your tasks are for his ears.

When you’re sure no one is in sight you just take his hand in both of yours and lean your head against his shoulder with a deep sigh. You stay there for a minute until you take the first step and gently urge him along to where he found that first note of cinnamon. Back to your little nook surrounded by your comforts. You lead him to your usual seat and set him down. Instantly that skin to skin contact is lacking barely sustained by your proximity. You go through your cabinet and grab the kettle from near the fire and pour him a cup. You hadn’t taken to having a second cup until he came along and that cup would ever only be his. Pale porcelain with a band of gold painted vines wrapping around and intertwining. You told him the particular shade reminded you of his eyes.

“Cinnamon Tea?” You offer him the cup and he gladly takes it. When you pick up yours and make for the other seat, you feel this gentle tug on your shirt. An invitation and a plea to remain closer. With a short laugh and shake of your head at his antics you instead make yourself comfortable atop his lap pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. You take a sip of your tea.

“Cold.” You huff at the contents disappointed. It’s Gavriel’s turn to laugh and kiss away the furrow of your brow.

#throne of glass x reader #throne of glass #gavriel #gavriel x reader #the cadre #sarah j maas #sjm fanfic #throne of glass fic #throne of glass fanfiction #tog x reader #sjmaas #sjm fic

39 notes · View notes

shadowhandss60 · 21 days

Text

Canon.

Art by me

#throne of glass #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #fenrys moonbeam #lorcan salvaterre #lord lorcan lochan #rowaelin fanart #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn fanart #aelin galythinius fanart #the cadre #cadre #books #throne of glass meme #throne of glass fanart #throne of glass memes

29 notes · View notes

abruisedmuse · 1 year

Text

The funniest thing SJM ever did was make 6'3 broad shouldered, muscled god in a fae body Rowan Whitethorn shift into a tiny little White tailed Hawk.

Just imagine this huge dude shifting before your eyes into this little guy

#yes this was on my bookblr but im going down to one blog and dont wanna lose it #rowan whitethorn #Rowaelin #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin ashryver #the cadre #Terrasen #sarah j maas #sjm memes #bookish memes

308 notes · View notes

readychilledwine · 3 months

Text

Rowan Whitethorn Masterlist

The Art of Submission ** - After a long day dealing with the Cadre, Rowan wants nothing less than perfect from his little pet (c reader)

Until Death - Rowan would follow you anywhere, even if that meant following you to your grave (x reader)

#rowan whitethorn #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan x reader #rowan throne of glass #the cadre #the cadre x reader

35 notes · View notes

i-only-see-daylight · 5 months

Text

Rowan, desperately trying to save Dorian: Highness, with all due respect, Aelin will kill me if I let you die, so I'm dead either way.

934 notes · View notes

highladyofterrasen7 · 5 months

Text

I’m so funny

#sarah j maas #throne of glass #dorian havilliard #aelin galythinius #rowan whitethorn #aelin ashryver whitethorn galathynius #celaena sardothien #rowaelin #heir of fire #chaol westfall #manon blackbeak #the cadre #fenrys moonbeam #lorcan salvaterre

101 notes · View notes

bubbles-for-all-of-us · 7 months

Note

Can you write jealous Fenrys with some fluff at the end?🥰

Okay... this took a turn... I apologize but it did 😂

Jealous

He trusted you. There was not an ounce of fear in his heart that you would leave him. He knew you. Knew in ways no one did. No one could. No one would get to. But oh, did it grind Fenrys's gear, when he had to watch males twirling around you like moths around a glass of ale. Was his scent not there? Didn't they feel it lingering? The smell of a mate. The smell of a male that had her. Had her in more than one way.

But he had told himself that he was not going to become like those other territorial bastards. He was not gonna try to fuel his pride by jumping into pointless tassels over you. What was there to prove? You never entertained the males. You always came back to him.

"That girl of yours... Man, bet she rocks your world", a stranger clapped Fenrys on the shoulder as he walked by, barely standing on his feet. Lorcan let out a low laugh and Fenrys was quick to send him a death glare. "No, but tell us, how much does she rock your world?", Lorcan asked and it took all of his strength for Fenrys to not jump over the table and tackle Lorcan to the ground.

The uneasy tightness ripped at Fenrys's chest. It didn't help that your relationship was new too. Fenrys had known you for decades yes but only recently had you finally lowered your guards and took a step forward with him. So Fenrys, maker, and all the stars above, he didn't want to come up as possessive. But each and every cell in his body screamed in desire to keep you close.

To be able to touch you at any given moment. To be able to sense your presence near. To know. To know that he had finally found him forever. Had found his happiness in you.

His senses suddenly flood out. Bubbling over the top. The music got too loud. The laughter around him made him want to rip at his ears. Fenrys gripped the table tightly his fea hearing betraying him as all he could focus on now were males talking. "Look at her hips", "Can you imagine just how good she would look...", with that Fenrys jumps up. Hand ripping at the collar of his shirt. He looked like a lost pup, twisting and turning until he practically fell through the door. "Get, Y/N", Gavriel said coldly as he followed the boy. Lorcan raised to his feet in a heartbeat.

You had Lorcan's cloak on as you rushed through the street. Letting your senses guide you. The situation was scarcely explained to you by Lorcan, and you had indeed shown him a middle finger for teasing your boyfriend like that. But he had also been the one to say that all this could be because of a suppressed mating bond. A frenzy of emotions that reached its highest climax.

You eased a breath as you noticed Gavriel and Fenrys standing by the dock. Fenrys was pacing aimlessly. Hand in the air while Gavriel just stood there. A calming presence. A shore for the wave to crash on. "Fen...", you breathed out, his eyes instantly turned towards you but then his eyebrows crunched. "Take it off, that, that off", he stepped closer, trying to get hold of Lorcan's cloak that covered your body. A gesture with no bad intentions. Just the timing now was wrong.

You shrugged it off, letting it pool on the damp concrete. Gavriel stepped between the two of you, "I think this here might be...", he stated but you still walked closer to Fenrys. "Lorcan told me. I got this", you reassured the lion. Those suppressed frenzies were rare. Just as rare as mates hurting each other in an outburst of emotions. You reached for Fanrys who was breathing heavily. Guiding his arms to lay upon your body.

"I'm here", you muttered, "I'm with you", your eyes searched his. "They all...", Fenrys breathed out, eyes darting to the tavern. But you quickly guided his face towards you. "Ground yourself", you said softly. You laced your hands around his torso, melting into his strong chest. Fenrys let out a deep growl. His hands held onto your hips. The roaring in his head faded. Filled with the sensation of your heart beating.

You looked up to him, "I'm yours. Body and soul. They all can talk all they want", you stated firmly now. You needed him to believe it too. As much as you did. "Because even if the world was ending, I'd still be yours", you reached deep within yourself. Flowing deep within your senses where a bond you knew lurked was. Pulling at it softly. Awakening it. Wanting nothing more but to link your life to Fenrys's forever. The white wolf let out a deep sigh as that big black void filled with you. A feeling of you. He rested his forehead on yours. Breathing finally back to normal. You smiled at him sweetly. "I'm afraid I'm even more in the mood to rip them apart for their words now", Fenrys snickered but you only rolled your eyes. "On that note, I'll walk myself out", Gavriel chipped, making you both turn his way. Fenrys let out a low growl but you pulled at his hand, laughing.

#fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x you #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys imagine #fenrys tog #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam x you #fenrys moonbeam imagine #tog imagine #tog x you #tog x reader #the cadre #throne of glass imagine

253 notes · View notes

sydneymack · 1 year

Text

Rowan Whitethorn feat. The Cadre - Throne of Glass

Artist: @t_kadoura

#rowan whitethorn #the cadre #fenrys moonbeam #connall moonbeam #lorcan salvaterre #gavriel #vaughn #tog #throne of glass #sjmaas #lord lorcan lochan

208 notes · View notes

blackcatsnstrawberries · 3 months

Text

TOG Crossover Thought!

You know why I don't want the TOG characters to crossover with Crescent City and ACOTAR? Because TOG is done, all those characters made it out alive (and some of them barely.) CC and ACOTAR are still going and those characters aren't safe yet. Everyone in TOG was safe, their story was done. If Aelin and Co come out of the safety of TOG, that means some of them could die in some all out war with all the SJM characters taking on an Ultimate baddie. Y'all beg for your crossover all you want, but when TOG start dying again you'll regret it.

If something happens to Lorcan or Fenrys I will riot.

21 notes · View notes

autumnshighlady · 2 years

Text

Losing your virginity to Fenrys

Fenrys x reader headcanons

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (f receiving), loss of virginity, fingering

request: What about losing your virginity to either Fenrys or Gavriel? I feel like Gavriel would be great cause he is older but Fenrys I feel would be soo sweet.

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

for 🌻 anon <3

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

Fenrys would love that you chose him to be your first

while he doesn’t care if you’ve been intimate with anyone before or not, he cannot help but be filled with the male pride of being the first one to touch you

unlike Gavriel who would likely it very seriously, Fenrys would make it more lighthearted and fun – not in the sense that it isn’t a big deal, but rather he wants you to feel as comfortable as possible

rather than taking complete control, Fenrys would be more the type to show you what to do and figure out what you like – sitting you on his lap, letting your grind yourself down on him and gently guiding your hips

he’d have you ride his thigh, letting you set the pace while he kisses your neck and chest

Fenrys would kiss you for literal hours before even doing anything or taking off any clothes, letting you relax any nerves you may have

he’d take off his shirt and pants before yours – that way you don’t have to worry about being the only one with missing clothing

he’d kiss every inch of skin revealed as he peels off your clothes

also gently nipping

pet names include baby, angel, honey, kitten, princess

the foreplay would take ages, almost to the point of begging him to just do something already

but he’d start slow, trying not to show that he’s worried about hurting you

the first thing you do, after kissing every other inch of your body of course, would be to taste you – he’d lick that skilled tongue straight up your slit with no warning, causing you to cry out

he’s been dreaming about tasting you ever since he laid eyes on you, so Fenrys is bound to take his sweet time down there

Fenrys would encourage you to tangle your hands in his hair and not be afraid to yank it around – “you’re not going to hurt me, baby, I swear”

only after eating you out for ages and bringing you to your first orgasm with his mouth alone, then he would insert a finger. Just one at first, to ease you into it

he strokes your hair with his free hand, murmuring praise into you ear as he slides in a second finger

he knows the stretch burns a bit, so he kisses your neck to distract you from any pain

“you’re doing so well, baby. Taking my fingers like such a good girl”

he’ll bring you over the edge with his fingers, rubbing your clit with his thumb – Fenrys would savour the way your face looked while you rode out your orgasm, filled with pride knowing he is the first male to make you feel this way

your legs shaking, Fenrys would kiss the inside of your thighs as you rode out your high

it would take everything in Fenrys to refrain from plunging into your cunt and fucking the daylights out of you like his fae instincts roared at him to, but tonight was about you

he would make sure you were soaking wet before lining up with your entrance

“I want to hear you say it. Say you’re mine”

only when you say those words would he slowly push inside of you

as torturous as it was, he would go so so slow, knowing how the discomfort was a new feeling for you

he would kiss all over you – face, ears, neck, everywhere to distract you from any pain until you adjust to his size

inch by inch, Fenrys would slide himself in and out of you being as gentle as possible

after a few minutes you begin to adjust to him, a wiggle of your hips and a breathy “more please” would snap something in Fenrys

finally, the male would pick up his pace and begin fucking you, angling his hips in the way he knew would make your eyes roll back in your head

one hand on your hips, the other placed beside your head, Fenrys would cover your body with his, relishing in how small you seem under his frame

his golden hair would tickle your chest like rays of sunshine as your lover brought you pleasure that you had never known before

Fenrys would fuck you in missionary for your first time, no exceptions. He wants to see your every reaction, figure out what made you see stars

he can’t wait for you to become more comfortable with sexual intimacy over time, then he can introduce you to all of the things he loves….. roughly fucking you like an animal and leave bruises everywhere on your body

but for now, Fenrys is more than happy to bring you this soothing bliss that no other male has had the honour of doing ;)

#fenrys moonbeam #fenrys smut #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys moonbeam smut #tog #tog smut #throne of glass #the cadre

438 notes · View notes