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Honestly so sexy of the Throne of Glass fae to have fangs
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queentala · 7 months
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Fenrys bedroom headcanons
Fenrys Moonbeam x reader
Oh gods I finally wrote something!!!! 🥳 Ugh, it feels so good. You can see the variety of my emotions while writing those headcanons, going from poetic, through obsessed, to being absolutely done, and then to feeling cute. And also great shout out to @juulle987 that gave me some ideas, kept me motivated and entertained today. This post is dedicated to you, baby ❤️ Anyway, I hope you enjoy this 🥰
Words: slightly over 3k
Warnings: no spoilers wanted so just be aware of a lot of nsfw content
Even though the smart mouth, charming smile, effortless way of being, or simply the pretty face, might cause various spicy inklings and rumors about the White Wolf's abilities in bedroom, (which, pretty much always are at least partially accurate), there is a lot more than just youngish yearning and playfulness underneath his skin. After all, many might know that the beautiful warrior had his persistent spot in Queen Maeve's bed, only few, however, that he did not cherish this "privilege", as she called it.
There is just… so much darkness in Fenrys' soul, that it is impossible to save any aspect of his life from the pain it brings, especially when the said aspect is directly connected to the source of his trauma. 
So no, Fenrys is not the always horny and kinky sex god we make him out to be. 
Okay he is. 
But at least not at the beginning, or even the halfway of the long journey of trying to overcome the demons that haunt him. 
It's going to take a while for him to open up. To trust you. 
Now, most of sa victims are not fond of touch, which is understandable as it triggers the bad memories. But I do think Fenrys would very much need and crave physical contact with his mate/beloved. Especially the soft and comforting type, the one that resumes him that he is loved and sets his skin on fire at the same time. 
It's just that with Maeve he didn't get to experience the featherlike softness which every lover's fingers should have, nor the addicting feeling of trying to grasp as much of each other as possible. And when he finally does, it's like a painkiller for his soul. 
Believe me when I say that Fenrys cannot get enough of your hands in his hair, chests pressed against each other, legs tangled under the sheets… It's not the verbal yes that he gives you when you take off his shirt, but the way he's pressing his cheek into your palm as you caress his face that keeps you going. He's not good with words. How could he when there's a lump in his throat as emotion overtake his ability to make a sound? So instead he lets his body speak. 
At first the sex is soft and intense, full of small gasps, long kisses and sweet words whispered against each other's skin. It's more about just being close to each other than the actual pleasure; the beautiful feeling of getting lost in each other, feeling of security sugared with the bliss caused and boosted by every stroke against the most intimate parts belonging only to the two of you. 
Holding hands also appears to be an important deal for Fenrys; a physical visualization of the trust and safety he feels while in your presence. It definitely adds intimacy, which he very much craves, to the moment and overall is a really sweet gesture that just naturally feels right. 
He always finds a way to connect your palms, no matter the position he has you in, and not even once it failed to work as the motion always turns out sweet, sexy or goofy and either way it's just amazing. 
And even decades into your relationship, when his trauma is just a blurry memory appearing in his nightmares from time to time, holding hands is as important as it was at the beginning of your shared journey. 
Another form of intimacy that Fenrys adores, is morning, cuddly sex. Or in general just cuddly, sleepy sex as we know this guy likes to take a nap during the day. 
It's slow and sloppy, with eyes still closed and face buried in each other's chest or neck, warm covers enveloping and keeping you safe in the small bubble of just you two, free from all the worries of the day. 
It is such a wholesome moment that lets you be close even in the most vulnerable state, plus the atmosphere is so sweet and cozy… Oh and I just know that Fenrys gets all sensitive then, too lost in the feeling to even care and keep the veneer of having some control over his body. 
He. Is. Such. A. Moaner.
Fenrys is vocal, never even trying to muffle the sounds YOU'RE pulling out of him. It feels so divine, so why would he keep it to himself? 
At first it's low grunts and hisses, slipping out of his mouth mindlessly as you clutch him so tightly and good, slowly turning into moans, each louder than the previous one, more desperate, as he's nearing his release. The sweet noises falling right into your ear, broken from time to time by a curse when the pleasure gets overwhelming. 
Now keep in mind that all this happens when he's the one on top, so when he's trying to keep himself together. 
I don't think Fenrys would be into the dom/sub dynamics due to his trauma; neither being at someone's mercy nor having someone absolutely helpless underneath really appeals to him. However, the top/bottom thing absolutely does appear in your bedroom. 
Being under Maeve's command for a century, it's rather reasonable that Fenrys would like to be a top and have control over the situation. (I even had a discussion with someone about this on my blog if you'd like to read more into it.) So while neither of you have more or less power over the other during sex, most of the time it's Fenrys that initiate, choose and control things. 
However, I'm a firm believer that Fenrys is a switch.
So with the right person and after the right amount of time, he would give up the control without any worries. And that's when you meet his absolutely new side. 
Like I already hinted, Fenrys gets sensitive and it doesn't take much for him to fall apart. Whether you're riding him, or working your hand or mouth along his length, his moans always somehow get louder and more desperate. 
And oh boy, try to edge him a little bit, and you get two outcomes.
One: you just turned on his playful mode and now he's going to pay you back with twice as much.
Two: he's falling into total submission and gets all whiny, begging you to let him cum because your hand on him feels so good and he can't take it anymore, but you keep teasing him, telling him that only good puppies get to cum and I'm jqhwjhwj 🥴😩
But anyway, back to playful Fenrys.
Of course having so many bad memories with sex, he tries his best to make it as pleasurable and comfortable experience as possible, both for you and him. 
And you know Fenrys, always with mischief in his eye and snarky comments ready for any occasion… I'm afraid his attitude in the bedroom doesn't differ too much. 
He is definitely the type of person to crack the most random joke in the middle of the fun, or stop and collapse into giggles at the weird sound either of you made or when the new position doesn't work quite like it should. 
Do I even have to mention all the dirty jokes he'd come up with? And you know it's not only you that hears them but the whole court. I swear everybody is so effin fed up with them yet it seems like Fenrys, the unbothered king of annoying his decayed ex comrades, comes up with a new joke every time he cums. 
(which is a lot cause the boy's sensitive as fuck but about that later)
He calls you his muse at this point as you're the reason behind most of them.
And if you can imagine Fenrys being playful during sex, then imagine what happens before. Because half of the time it's the tickling sessions that get you into the bedroom, starting as harmless fun and ending up with clothes scattered on the floor and sheets that definitely need to be changed after you're done. 
However I would be surprised hadn't it worked the other way around as well, as if you don't see lighthearted sex with Fenrys turning into a tickling fight then you clearly don't know him. 
Since we're talking about getting started… Fenrys loves you and sex with you, and ya know, you're not just some lover but his beloved, a person truly dear to him. So most of the time he'd want to do everything properly. That's why I dare say he is the king of foreplay. 
Fenrys knows perfectly how to get you into the mood, whether it be more giggly or sexy. He knows all your sensitive places, knows where to kiss and where to bite, what turns you on. 
Of course he enjoys quickies as well, every moment with (in) you is priceless. But why would he narrow himself to doing the bare minimum before entering you when he could have you squirting and begging for his cock?
I already said it in my previous headcanons, and Fenrys said it himself; his tongue is his best feature. So who am I to argue with him? 
This man. Is so fucking amazing at oral, that there's no enough words in the world to describe it. 
He just loves eating you out; love your taste, love the way you're arching and love the sound of your moans. He can spend hours, (and I really do believe I'm not overreacting), slowly drawing his tongue up and down your entrance, eyes closed in pleasure at the way your arousal feels on his lips. 
He absolutely outdoes himself in those moments, making sure no inch of yours is left without his attention. Kissing the soft flesh of your thighs, palms exploring the well known shape of your hips and waist as he fucks you little cunt; switching between your hole and clit, treating one with his lips while his fingers take care of the other. 
Start pulling at his hair and it only keeps him going. 
Just the sight of you falling apart under his touch is enough to leave him hard and ready. (Although, am I the only one that thinks he could cum by just eating you out…? He defo could, couldn't he?)
And just as much as he loves giving, he loves receiving. I already said that Fenrys gets whiny and sensitive when you're on your knees. He'd definitely fist your hair and watch in awe with mouth slightly open how you take his length, too hipnotised by the sight to be aware of the way his body reacts or the sounds slipping from between his lips.
He can hold himself for a pretty long time, but I do believe he wouldn't have any problems with cumming within minutes, especially when you're the one working on him. 
Fenrys might not be the horniest person at the beginning. Like I already said, demons of the past do take a toll on him. But as the years pass by, and with your love that makes him stronger with each day, I think I can say this guy is very much able to find any excuse to have sex. 
Whether it be a few minutes break before one meeting and another, an especially colder day, or just a very beautiful night, Fenrys can and will try to get you to bed as often as possible. 
Oh and I bet he wakes up with a boner almost every morning. Don't ask me why because I don't know, it's just a feeling that he does. What I know, though, is that there's no way he'd handle it himself when you're laying by his side 😏. 
There are three ways to solve this and he's not going to complain either way. 
Feeling comfortable, Fenrys is the first one to experiment and try new things. As long as it doesn't harm either of you, and doesn't trigger any bad memories, he's down for whatever you propose. 
After all, sex is all about fun and pleasure, so why not find as many ways to do so as possible? 
Actually the only things that he is strongly against would be degrading and bondage, besides that he's willing to give everything else a try.
Those that read my previous headcanons will most likely recall the fabulous white, fluffy tail plug and wolf/dog ears to match. 
And as much as I consider my previous hcs a disaster, this is something I stand my ground on. What's more, I do believe Fenrys would be absolutely and thoroughly into roleplays and dressing ups. AND I DARE YOU TO TELL ME I'M WRONG. You can't. 
It's sexy and goofy at the same time, and given that these two adjectives are literally Fenrys' life motto…
He'd love to have you in doggy as you wear the plug, or even more, pressed against the kitchen counter as you decided to wear it (only it) while making him breakfast. Or when you ride him wearing a sexy cowgirl outfit, bouncing on his cock with tits falling out of the tight unbuttoned shirt, tied under your breast. Would he chase you with a lasso through the house before that? You already know the answer. 
And do I even have to mention Fenrys in the play boy or maid costume?
This man is such a teaser. It goes all the way from leaving small kisses and little touches all over your body for the whole day, to purposely slowing down the peace of his thrusts. 
He'd also strip for you. Painfully slowly taking off each piece of clothing as you watch him with lips watering (I'm talking about both types 👀). And had you shown any type of impatience, he would turn it against you and call you desperate for him, as if he's not taking so long for this exact purpose. 
But when Fenrys finally does crawl his naked frame over you, he makes sure to make all this waiting worth it. He worships you like no one else ever could, touching and kissing every inch of skin he can find, devouring the sight below him with eyes blown with desire, words of admiration slipping out of his mouth like sparks out of bonfire. 
Words might not hold such powerful meaning as actions, but it doesn't make them any less important for Fenrys. Not only does he use every chance he gets to compliment you, more than once not even realizing it, smothering you with praises and pet names whether it be in lovesick awe or overwhelmed with pleasure, but craves to hear those sweet words fall from your mouth directed to him.
He seeks your attention and admiration like a puppy, melting in your palms as you pamper him with love. 
My man is not big on sharing. Even though I'd love to believe that he agrees to bring another person to your bedroom from time to time, especially a man as I whole believe that he is bisexual, I think it would be rather a rarity. Well, he's not interested in other women when you're the only one he needs and wants, and also it would take a lot of time and reassurance for him to share you with another man. But once you talk it through… Dorian would be more than willing, that's for sure. 
Oh, I had some trouble deciding whether he is a boobs or ass guy, and Julle solved within seconds saying that he's both. And yeah, I do see that. 
Fenrys would love sleeping with his face in your breasts, or play with them as you're laying in bed with a book, not paying attention to him so he has to entertain himself. And he loves sucking at your titties, trying to get you to orgasm just by that. 
But at the same time he would waste no opportunity to slap your butt as he walks past or fucking you from behind. Nor would he complain as you sit on his face with full weight. 
Ah and how could I forget? What's a better way to worship your pussy than filling it with cum? Watching his cock slide out white from how full of him you are, seeing his seed leak out and drip down your thighs? 
You know he's trying to put as many puppies in you as he can. 
And as a cherry on top I can offer you naked domestic Fenrys. It is a good thing that he's comfortable, of course it is, however, once he does, he doesn't differ much from a toddler. Run after him with pants all you want, he's not going to put them on, parading through the whole house in all the glory. 
But honestly? Is it so bad? I mean, people pay big money for less effective views, so I wouldn't complain and feast my eyes all I can. 
In this long as toilet paper essay, we came to the conclusion that sex with Fenrys can be sexy, funny, intense, loving and hundreds of other kinds. But what is one thing that they all have in common? ✨ Aftercare ✨ (you can see I'm losing my shit here? Sorry, I'm just tired, maybe I'll rewrite this part tomorrow)
After the fun is over, no matter how long or hard it was, Fenrys will always make sure you're okay before doing anything else. It is his priority to help you come down after your high, asking if you need anything whether it be water, a helpful hand in getting cleaned, a bath or simply snuggles. 
And though he'd never expect from you anything you cannot give, it makes his heart flutter when you do the same thing for him. So maybe ask if he's okay, or play with his hair as he's falling asleep, whispering praises against his forehead, and it would definitely make him happier. 
Fenrys is an amazing lover, thoughtful and passionate, open minded and big on boundaries. He can offer you the whole world and crawl out of his skin to bring you pleasure, and still stop without a second thought when you say no. And he does expect the same thing from you.
Because at the end of the day, consent is the sexiest thing you can give him.
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throneofsapphics · 8 months
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end of the night
Fenrys x f!Reader
Summary: Fenrys has been teasing you all night.
Warnings: smut, oral sex
You both laugh as you both tumble into the bed, sheets crumpling underneath you. It had been a fun night, playing cards with your friends. Things may have gotten a tad heated, but thankfully no centuries long grudges were started over a few bad hands. 
His hands graze over your inner thigh, beneath the table. You lean forward to hide his movement, elbows propping on the table as you keep a straight face, despite the small strokes moving dangerously close to your core. Already wet with arousal, only your magic hides the scent. 
Fenrys’s arms cage either side of your head, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck that has you sighing in content as you melt further into the pillows, hands grasping at his shoulders to pull him closer. He chuckles, but shifts to lay next to you, elbow propping him up as one hand cups your cheek. 
“So pretty,” he murmurs, placing a soft kiss against your forehead. 
He sneaks up behind you as you pour another glass of wine - alone in the kitchen. Soft lips graze your neck, but before you can turn to grab him, he's gone.
You flick his nose, enjoying the way his face crinkles. He catches your hand before you can pull it away, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles. One that has you both blushing and rolling your eyes. You press forward to catch his lips, falling into a smooth and familiar rhythm. Lazy, slow kisses that make your core throb with want. 
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He loves the way you writhe underneath him as his arms wrap around your legs, and he leaves gentle kisses on the soft skin of your inner thighs. 
“Please,” you moan, and he looks up at you through hooded eyes, seeing the desperation written on your face and the lust making your eyes glaze over. 
“As you wish,” he murmurs, licking one long stroke through your folds. 
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In any other situation you’d be embarrassed at the pathetic whimper leaving your throat but now you couldn’t care less. Not with the beautiful man working magic between your legs, his lips sucking your clit as he, oh gods, slides a finger inside of you, curling to hit that perfect spot. You couldn't think of any better way to end your night.
He groans as you squeeze around him, your back arching. 
“So quick,” he teases as you come down from your high, skin glistening with sweat. 
“You’ve been teasing me all day.” You whine, hands pulling at his shoulders, to bring him closer. 
“I have, haven’t I?” He says with a grin. No matter how soft and gentle he is with you, there’s always an edge of wicked playfulness that you love. 
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sofiasjornal · 2 months
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“A small sigh broke from Fenrys before he folded Aelin into his arms, a shudder rippling through him. Rowan couldn't see her face, perhaps didn't need to, as her hands gripped Fenrys's jacket, so tightly they were white-knuckled.”
Aelin and Fenrys deserve everything in the world 😢😭
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icey--stars · 5 months
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ACOTAR and TOG males in Corsets/Vests (Headcanons)
The High Lords of Prythian + 2 more ACOTAR males and then Rowan and Fenrys from TOG.
I think my self control just went down the hill because now I'm on pinterest looking at men in corsets and imagining which acotar/tog male would wear which. As well as vests (I have an addiction). So far I've come to the following conclusions: (doesn't include cass and az because I literally only see them wearing leathers/more formal leathers, not really a corset/vest. MAYBE az, but only for eris.)
If you want to see my lack of self control, feel free to look lol
Rhysand:
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Would be so good looking in a corset. (However, Lucien, Thesan and Tarquin would be slightly better). However, I have to say that he'd probably be better looking in a vest than a corset 🫣 The purple one would match his eyes and well... his eyes happen to be one of my favorite physical characteristics of him.
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Helion:
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THIS male. Oh lordy. He'd ROCK a corset like none other and honestly, he's never going to wear a vest. I don't see him doing it. He'd wear the traditional Day Court robes but then he'd one day just walk out in the gold chains (far right) and everyone would not be able to take their eyes off him. And the gold?? The gold fits too well with his dark skin. I am UNWELL.
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Lucien Vanserra:
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I am panting after this male so badly. He would be the best looking in a corset, absolutely no competition. He would have everyone drooling over him and THEN he'd just pop out in a vest and it'd be the same. He looks way too good in either. He looks good in like every court's style too! I just can't with him. I could put him in any of the corsets on this post and he'd look FABULOUS.
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Thesan:
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Would absolutely have his lover panting after him in either a corset or vest. I like to imagine Dawn Court fashion with like soft yellows and oranges along with creams and browns?? I think that the first corset fits the best into that. But do I really need to say more? With his skin tone (a more asian one, darker. definitely not white at all) he would look HEAVENLY.
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Kallias:
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Would look best in a vest, BUT if anyone is going to look ANY good in a dark blue/white corset, it's definitely Kallias. Now, the middle one wouldn't be paired with black of course, but he'd look DAMN GOOD in it. Am I going insane? Probably.
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Tarquin:
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This male would canonically wear corsets daily. The vest just doesn't do it for him. Sure, he looks amazing but it's also too warm in Summer to wear it! He'd be wearing the corset with nothing under it (or for court proceedings, a white dress shirt) but literally- he'd look so hot. Thus far, the rankings for corsets are: Lucien, Tarquin, Thesan, Helion and then Rhys. Everyone else is irrelevant.
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Eris Vanserra:
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We are going to skip Beron, I'm sorry. If you can't tell by the number of times I've ruthlessly had Beron killed in my fics, then you should know I hate him.
So, Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court is definitely someone who I'd rather see in a vest. But a corset? If he finds the right one, he'd look damn good. Just like his little brother. Though, I feel like he'd be so tired after ruling Autumn that he'd wear it mostly to help his posture lol
However, when he's not tired and wears a vest, he'd look like a god incarnate and I'd get down on my knees to worship the ground he walks on.
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Tamlin:
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We believe in Tamlin in vests around these parts. (and forgiveness, but that's not what these weird headcanons are about) He'd be drool worthy. His hair?? PERFECT to match the first vest or the corset. I swear, he'd look so good that I'd be panting if he walked by me.
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Rowan Whitethorn:
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Rowan? Rowan would wear a corset and have Aelin panting after him the entire day and absolutely nobody would be able to focus that day. Like literally, if you even get a glance, your mind is BROKEN. I would personally just get down on my knees and beg. I don't know about you guys, but if I imagine his tattoo as well, it only serves to make it worse. And a vest?? If you imagine the right with the green and then a more silver color... yeah, I think you get the point. Rowan is drool worthy ALWAYS.
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Fenrys Moonbeam
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Do I really even need to say anything?? DO I? Fenrys. Corset. I am melting. He could fit into so many colors and styles and look amazing? I'm not even going to provide a vest picture because any fancy ones that I look up would automatically look good on him. His onyx dark eyes just make it easier!!
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Okay... well that was longer than anticipated but I hope you all enjoyed those thoughts. I think I've gone feral by looking at all these images and imagining the acotar/tog men in corsets.
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allyjoe755 · 9 months
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These Small Hours
fenrys x reader
A/N: Chosen by polls. If you would like another poll-chosen story, like/reblog/comment below
Word Count: 513
Warnings: slight PTSD.
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You woke up to screams.
Big, horrible, gasping shrieks in the middle of the night.
Your eyes snapped open as adrenaline filled your chest, quickly spreading to the rest of your body.
Oh, Gods, please, no—
Lying beside you, Fenrys’ eyes were screwed shut, his cheeks wet with tears, his body dampened by sweat. His fingers raked across the sheets of the bed, his chest heaving with large breaths.
In your chest, your heart tore ever so slightly.
You placed a hand on Fenrys’ shoulder, your thumb moving back and forth.
“Fenrys,” you began softly. “Fenrys, it’s alright.” 
You scooted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his torso.
“Fenrys, it’s just a dream. Fenrys.”
Even in his sleep, he shuffled to wrap an arm around you. It helped. His breathing was still quick and ragged, but slowly and surely, it was slowing. His cries were softer now. They would fade soon enough, you knew.
It helped to not wake him up during times like these. You had learned that the hard way, when you, not having experienced this before, had in a panic shaken him awake– causing his panic to grow, small injuries to occur, for him to lose substantial sleep for nearly a week.
You had apologized profusely for weeks after. Fenrys had only said that it was his fault the nightmares happened in the first place.
But it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t, and it had taken months to convince him of that. Even now, you were sure there were times when he still doubted. That was alright. You knew that it would take time.
Just like this. It had taken you so many times, so many sleepless nights, so many tears, to realize how to best support Fenrys when nights like these came.
So, for now, you just let your head rest on Fenrys’ chest. His cries had ended. You listened to his heartbeat slow back to an even, steady, calm rhythm. Your own body calmed down from its abrupt awakening as Fenrys breathed in and out, in and out.
Perhaps, in the morning, he would tell you what he had dreamt– the terrors that had visited him in the night. There were days he would, and days he wouldn’t. You didn’t push him.
He would heal in his own time. For now, you would walk alongside him through it.
In his sleep, Fenrys ran his hand down your arm until he found your hand. He squeezed it.
“I’m here,” you whispered back. You weren’t sure, if through his sleep, he heard you. In fact, you were quite positive that he couldn’t. Even still, you spoke the words– said them out loud, even if it was just to remind yourself that you weren’t going anywhere.
The man beside you was broken, and bruised, but it didn’t make him any less whole. It didn’t make him any less loved.
You pressed a kiss to the skin above Fenrys’ heart.
It didn’t make him any less capable of love.
“I’m here,” you repeated, before allowing yourself to fall back into sleep.
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saphirered · 6 months
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Caged Birds Don't Sing
And here's the third and final part of this request! You can find part two here. I hope you have all enjoyed this little angsty piece as much as I have. Happy reading my darlings! 😘
You walk among the gore and decay, stepping over those who have left this world and the horrors that tore them away. You hear the wails be they cries of pain, of grief or relieve. You’re covered in grime, head to toe. The silk and gossamer had been exchanged for steel and leather but the burden is equally heavy. You just wander. No purpose. No direction. You hear the faintest echo pierce through your hazy mind. The world is numb. You are numb and waiting for it all to come crashing down, for the realisation to hit you viciously. You’re free. You’re free of her, free of it all. You were a fool to think it’d magically all be better. All those sacrifices you made, they were a blood price for this. The goal was reached but the price steep. You find your gaze connecting to the eyes of one who paid the price for your silence. The White Wolf of Doranelle steps up to you. You can see his lips moving. He speaks your name but his words are a distant echo. He grabs onto your arm and gently shakes you. 
Fenrys saw you walking among the corpses and chaos. You looked like an angel of death among them; reaping the souls of the fallen and walking them to the afterlife. Once upon a time he might have jested you looked horrible, that the battlefield did not suit you and you should return to your life of finery, that blood tarnishes even the prettiest diamonds. You might have clapped back but he knows now you won’t. You’re too far out of it. You don’t even respond when he calls your name. He realises why when he shakes you, when he sees that hand you had clasped over your abdomen move, and sees that blood and gore is not your enemy’s. You’re ashen, and have lost your radiance. You could never be plain but this must have been the closest you’d ever got to it. He’s all too aware how you straighten your back, you don’t even feel the pain anymore but still make it a point to appear presentable, as if you’re ready to meet your end.
“Have you come to finish the job yourself?” There’s an airiness to your voice. You’re ready. You know what’s coming. It’s all lead to this. “It’s okay, Fenrys. I’m ready to face the consequences of my actions.” Conflict crosses his features so you reassure him. You find it with yourself to take his hand and guide it to his sword. He doesn’t shake you off nor stop you. Still he looks conflicted. 
“I used to dream of this moment,” He starts holding onto that sword but then he takes your hand instead, placing it over your abdomen and keeps pressure on it. “But I was wrong. I know what you did. I know why. It wasn’t worth it. You did what you could to be selfless, to protect and preserve. You did it at the expense of so many others.” Fenrys thinks for a second while you take in his words. He continues no less. 
“How is it any different than any of this? Why do you deserve to die when we’ve done just the same? When I’ve done just the same in those years of service. It doesn’t make it right but I know I’ll be spending the rest of my days making things right. You are clever and quick witted. You see through lies and deception, and are a master of persuasion. You are stubborn and thickheaded and annoying but most of all you can be a complete and utter bitch. We need that. We need you.” 
“For now I would like to see the stars.” One last time… You don’t say it but something in your heart knows this to be true. The sun is close to set. You don’t even know how long you’d been wandering the fields. It might have been eternity. You knew it would end here on the battlefield. You knew this life of yours would come to an end with Fenrys standing there in front of you. That was your curse wasn’t it? You knew how it would end for Maeve but you never gave her the opportunity to get rid of those who would lead to her downfall prematurely. You had no intention of changing this moment of yours either. It’s best to not mess with the way things are supposed to be. You learned that lesson the hard way. 
Fenrys sees the solemn distance in your eyes. He cannot begin to imagine what runs through your head, not even now he knows the gravity of your life, of the burden you’ve carried ever since you met him. He doesn’t envy you. He simply nods and throws your arm over his shoulder and lifts you as if you were no more than a rag doll. If you wish to see the stars then you will witness them away from death and ruin. With what energy he replenished he takes you to the beautiful hills of some forgotten place. As the last light of the sun sets over the horizon and the grasses rustle in the wind he sets you down. He debates if he should sit down next to you but then he feels the gentle tuck on his sleeve. You stare up at him with bright and peaceful eyes and he finds himself lowering next to you. How is it in the aftermath of it all you have become the embodiment of peace among the chaos? How is he feels that pleasant relief and release now he is near you? 
Together you sit until the silver speckles fill the night’s sky. The air grows cooler, and the wind dances ever so lightly; the only sound of the rustling blades of grass banishing the echoes of haunted clashing steel. You feel warm and comfy and cozy so you slowly lay down and gaze up. An easy smile graces your features, even when you see Fenrys at your side. If someone had told you you’d be here right now in this very moment, you’d have called them fool. Yet here you are. Here he is and he stares at you with something you can’t quite place. There’s pity, regret but that’s as far as you can uncover. 
“It was easy to hate you for all she did to us. We couldn’t do anything about Maeve, loyal or not but you… I see now it wasn’t right- I don’t know- I think what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry it had come to this.” Fenrys stumbles over his words. For that smooth talking and quick-witted fae he is known to be he half expected you to give him shit for it. He’s surprised you don’t. You just smile up at the stars. 
“I’m sorry too. For everything. I wish I could have done better.” There are so many words you want to speak but don’t have the energy for to voice them nor does it seem to be the moment to bring up that horrible past now the healing can finally begin. 
He watches as you struggle to breathe a little. He adjusts, lifts your head and sits behind you so you may lean against him. Throughout his weeks of torture, you’d been the one to clean up the mess. You’d been the one to nurture his wounds and held him while he slept. He’d refused your help at first solely for the fact he hated you, or told himself he did. He meant what he said; it was easy to hate you, to blame you and tell himself you were the villain in the story. You patched him up. You’d given his brother a final resting place when no one else dared to. You’d lied to Maeve’s face about it too. You’d risked it all for him. How could he hate you now knowing what he knows? You’ve been so strong but so broken for so long. You deserve your peace. You deserve the one thing you asked for. He’ll keep you company just as you kept him. That’s what he tried to tell himself at least. 
Hatred can turn from many things. Fenrys is not ashamed to say he’d miss you if you’d become another casualty of this grand scheme of Maeve’s. You asked to see the stars for a reason, thinking it’d be the last thing you’d see. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t try. Your odds might not be looking good but he knows you’re stubborn. He brushes some tangles from your hair with his fingers. 
“Then do better. I dare you to do better, you stubborn little bitch.” He speaks with a laugh. You tilt your head backwards more to look at him and manage to raise an eyebrow, sniffling a snort.
“What?” You’re confused but something within you sparks beneath the surface of your skin. You’d never been one to back down from a challenge set by a furry bastard. A part of your mind asks the right questions; why should you stop now?
“You heard me.” He guides you into a sitting position and pats your cheek. “Think you can’t do it? You lost your game, sunshine.” 
“Fenrys, now is not-“ He places a hand over your mouth and your next words are muffled. You try to remove it but can’t get a grasp.
“No no. I expect a grand apology for all the years of slander of my esteemed character. Besides, if I’m going to do this ambassador thing, I need you to write me a good reference. It’s the least you could do.” He lowers his hand just in time for you to snort.
“Ambassador? You? You don’t even know the first thing about basic etiquette, let alone foreign etiquettes. You’ll start a war within the week.” There’s that spark again. There’s that life in your eyes, that chaos among the calm that he’s hated facing only to be reminded it was the only consistent thing, the thing he took joy in over all these years. It was easy to hate you and blame you but it was never truly satisfying. Fenrys had found great satisfaction in challenging you, teasing you because despite everything, you made a worthy opponent who would meet his challenge. You were a sparring partner in a fight none of his friends could match. 
“What you gonna do about it? Stop me? I’d like to see you try.” He crosses his arms and raises his chin in defiance. Your lips part and you scoff shaking your head. “You can spend the rest if your life looking at the stars right here or you can tell me exactly how I fucked up the precious table settings and ate with the wrong cutlery. Hell, you can even judge me for all the princess I’ll sleep with and haunt me for being banished from nations. Someone needs to know what they’re doing and I sure as hell don’t.” He’s not wrong. He doesn’t know what he’s doing and you do. When he looks forward on his own, all he sees is shortcomings and the need to learn. he could be taught and would be of course. And he’s not completely incompetent but when he looks at you, if he had you with him, he feels safe and confident. 
“Only an idiot would leave you unsupervised.” You’re not wrong and you can see the horrible scenarios play in your mind of Fenrys running half naked out of a country or greatly offending a court for not knowing their customs. He’d be a mess. You know no amount of tutors could put up with his bullshit or have the dog pay attention for more than five minutes. 
“Well then, hello there idiot. You’re my supervisor. Now let’s get you to a healer and a bath because frankly you reek of death.” You feel your heart beat in your ears, feel the rush of blood when he reaches out his hand and offers it to you. He needs you. And in a way you need him. You need Fenrys to remind you what it feels to be alive because that’s what he’s done. He’s taken many hurtful blows to your armour in the past but when you were at a loss, you knew him to be consistent, you knew what to expect and when it mattered most, you had each other despite it all, despite the hatred you had for each other. It won’t be an easy road but then again nothing about Fenrys is easy except maybe his tendency to share his bed with others. You sigh and close your eyes. You nod as you place your hand in his. 
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” 
“Eternally.”
“You better make it worth my time.” The look he gives you when you speak those words; the one that is filled with the most indecent thoughts, tells you enough. 
“You’re the only person who’s ever shared my bed and I haven’t fucked. We can change that.” He teases. Old habits die hard but he’ll never go out of his way to let you know you’re his type. Previously it would be followed by a comment of how your horrible attitude or the moment you’d open your mouth would be an instant mood kill. There’s no follow up comment. 
“I’d like to see you try.” You couldn’t resist the urge to make that comment, to set that challenge and while your initial thought is you’d regret this, everything else screams you won’t. You just won’t make it easy on him. Fenrys laces his fingers with yours, gently pulling your entwined hands towards him and therefore urging you forward. Cocky bastard. 
“How about a kiss first? I’m told it leaves the many wanting for so much more. You up for the challenge?” You don’t answer but instead close the distance and so his lips meet yours. He’s damned. He’s down the rabbit hole and falling forever more. He’s breathless. Few people managed to get him so and he’d be damned if he’d let you win that easily. He’ll still take great pleasure in this moment but when your lips finally part, he has the both of you falling through the worlds and reappear in the healer’s ward. 
“I hate you.” You groan.
“And you can hate me even more after you’re all patched up.” 
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No, but picture this:
Manon is staying as a guest at the Terasen castle when Elide knocks on her door to drop the latest chisme and is aghast after a disheveled Dorian opens it.
"What is it?" Manon asks.
"I just—" Elide reluctantly answers, but Dorian is already guiding her inside.
"Say no more."
Manon blinks and Dorian has shifted into a female form and is currently heating a teapot from the bedside table with his raw magic.
Manon then raises an amused brow as Dorian hands a warm cup towards Elide, "Go on."
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theflyinvelaris · 7 months
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*my* favorite throne of glass (TOG) fanfics/HC/writings/etc:
in case you're in dire need of some smut-ridden recommendations
lmao
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there are not many situation-ships that i wont read about
we are very open minded here 😌
but... rowaelin heavy
and probably gavriel too just because
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there may be some fluff but do not count on it
this shit is unhinged im sorry
minors DNI! go away, actually, pls! return only at 18
Also, for clarification ->
none of these works are written by me! most are found here on tumblr or ao3 (: this will be continuously updated ★ feel free to leave any recs of your own should you stumble upon something completely life-altering ★ again, the following works are NSFW ! ⚠️ ★ FYI: each work described via writer's tabs !
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gavriel
guys my age (autumnshighlady) - gavriel x f!reader, corruption kink, best friend's dad, age gap, size kink, NSFW, holy shit, basically, kinky and delicious! ★ we shouldn't do this (gothicbabydollz) - best friend's dad gavriel! x f!reader, age gap, NSFW, same vibes as the one above, both great, both sexy asf ★ office hours (autumnshighlady) - college student/professor smut, pet names, praise kink! -> part 2
rowan whitethorn
strict!dom rowan (gothicbabydollz) - headcanon - rowan's rules, NSFW, im literally fainting ★ being in a relationship with rowan (jeannineee) - headcanon - NSFW under the cut ★ newly mated rowan (saphirered) - no actual smut (slightly disappointing), but worth it because the sexual tension... chef's kiss. so much teasing. down bad for rowan.
rowaelin
flight to orynth (renxzs) - strangers in an airport, slight praise kink, modern au
lysaedion x fenrys
it's just the sun in your eyes (the_dormouse) - beautifully written, backstories and traumas, healing, physical release, suggestive but nothing spicy, just well done
fenrys moonbeam
fenrys headcanon (queentala) - headcanon - just the sweetest, loveliest, and hottest, most unhinged hc ive ever read, if you weren’t already in love with him— you are now, i promise
lorcan salvaterre
professor lorcan (gothicbabydollz) - ooohhhhhh professor lorcan is crazy and hot and oh my im punching the air at there not being a part two
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“The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.” for elorcan 👀👀
Tell Me S’more
Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre
“The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.”
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Halloween Dialogue Prompts
Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Halloween Collection
Warnings: Language, Scary Stories
2003 words
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Elide stuffed another marshmallow on the skewer and held it over the fire. She half listened to the conversations and bickering around her, occasionally putting in her two cents as she focused on getting her marshmallow a perfect golden brown. She hated when the flames caught and scorched it and left it a crumbling charred mess.
On another night, if her marshmallow burned, she could’ve given it, albeit dejectedly, to her boyfriend who for reasons she couldn’t comprehend liked his marshmallows burnt. But not tonight. Tonight, Lorcan was sitting on the opposite side of the fire from her, separated on each side by their friends. Tonight, she couldn’t give him a burnt s’more without the confused or shocked looks from their friends. Because tonight, she and Lorcan had to pretend like they haven’t been secretly dating for a month and a half.
So, tonight, Elide focused on her marshmallow.
“Okay, okay, here we go,” Aelin sat next to Elide and grabbed a flashlight from her bag before turning it on and holding it beneath her face. The light caught on her cheekbones and cast shadows over her skin. “Who’s ready to have nightmares tonight?”
“You don’t need to tell a story for that, Galathynius,” Lorcan smirked. “You’re disturbing enough.”
“I think you mean delightful, Salvaterre, not that you’d know what that is.”
Elide cringed inwardly. This was why she and Lorcan were keeping their relationship to themselves for now. She loved Aelin, and she lo—really liked Lorcan, but Aelin and Lorcan could be at each other’s throats on a good day.
Rolling her eyes, Elide nudged Aelin with her shoulder. “Come on, watch’ya got?”
As her friend began to tell the story, Elide caught Lorcan’s eye. His dark brows had raised a bit at her interjection, and he flashed her a quick wink as she discreetly rolled her eyes at his amusement. She lost track of the story as she kept her attention on her boyfriend. It really was a cruel joke of their own making that she wasn’t sitting next to him, curled up into his side. By the look that flashed across his face, she knew he was thinking the same thing and cursing the fire that separated them.
“Virgins? Really?” Fenrys interrupted, drawing Elide’s attention and earning a glare from Aelin. “That’s so cliché.”
The blonde opened her mouth to reply but Lysandra beat her to the punch. “What, not interested anymore knowing it isn’t coming after you?”
“Fuck off, Ennar,” he scoffed but any annoyance was negated by his self-satisfied grin.
The story went on, and even if the tale itself was lackluster, Aelin had a way of captivating people’s attention. It wasn’t long before everyone was leaning closer to the fire, listening to a story about a horrifying creature that lived in the very woods to their backs.
“A creature that fearsome and bloodthirsty doesn’t need to be clever. Anyone with a lick of common sense may just outwit the monster, but its prey rarely survives long enough to try. It doesn’t have a name. The lucky, or unlucky, few who do escape its clutches are never the same; only lucid enough to recall its jagged claws and gruesome teeth, warning others about the beast that prowls these woods. Don’t go looking for the monster, it very well may be the last thing you ever do.”
Silence stretched out around them as Aelin turned off the flashlight…only to be broken by Fenrys wetly blowing into his palm, eliciting a loud fart noise. “Is that the best you can do?” He laughed as he narrowly missed the flashlight flung at his head.
Elide knew Lorcan was about to chime in and she tried shaking her head but he continued anyway.
“Where did you find that?” He mocked. “From some kiddie Halloween book?”
Elide arched a brow at him and replied drily, “Yeah, ‘cause a kid’s book would have a monster who specifically attacks virgins.”
“Exactly,” Aedion argued, but used her point oppositely, “it goes after all of them. Scary.”
Lysandra nudged his shoulder with an eye roll, “Most of them wouldn’t even know what virgin means.”
“And that’s,” Rowan nodded, “where the story turns scary for the adults who have to bullshit their way through that explanation.”
“That’s convoluted,” Elide scoffed and met Lorcan’s amused stare over the fire.
“Maybe,” Her boyfriend shrugged before turning back to Aelin, “Doesn’t matter though, ‘cause it still sucks.”
Scoffing and crossing her arms, Aelin countered, “Like you could do better.”
“Better than a half-wit monster?” His voice dripped with condescension. “Yeah, I think so.”
Individual voices rose and bled together as everyone chimed in with their own opinions. Marshmallows were thrown across the fire in between insults and laughter, and while everyone else was focused on arguing, Elide found Lorcan’s gaze again. Truthfully, he’d barely taken his eyes off her – she could feel the intensity of his stare on her skin and prayed she didn’t look as flushed as she felt. If she did, she could blame it on the fire.
He was smirking at her and Elide’s eyes darted around the group ensuring no one else noticed. When their eyes locked again, his smirk was impossibly wider. She rolled her eyes, biting back a grin of her own. As much as she wished they weren’t pretending, it was exciting having a secret just between them.
Snap!
A loud cracking sounded from the woods.
The conversation immediately halted, and everyone’s heads swung around towards the noise. Nervous laughter jumped around the group as they shifted uneasily. It was just a story, but it was also dark and Halloween. Murmurs of there’s nothing out there echoed.
Another branch snapped loudly from the darkness, followed quickly by a second, louder snap, once again silencing the group.
“Aelin, are you doing this?” Aedion asked uneasily as he shifted in his seat and side-eyed his cousin. “Did you set this up?”
Lysandra scoffed and lightly hit his shoulder.
“Nah,” Lorcan disagreed, “she isn’t that clever.”
Sometimes Elide thought Lorcan goaded Aelin just for the fun of it… and because he had a death wish. Before Aelin could bite his head off, Elide arched a brow and leaned forward before taunting, “Why don’t you go see what that noise was then?”
Lorcan turned towards her and beneath the annoyance that he wore for show – mostly for show – she could see the heat simmering there. He shook his head, scoffing, “Right, because I’m going to walk into the supposedly haunted forest. I’ve watched horror movies; I know how that ends.”
As if on cue, more snaps and cracks echoed through the trees. This time, they were followed by birds cawing before a dozen or so of them flew out of the forest, their silhouettes visible against the moonlight.
Laughing to herself, Elide brushed herself off and stood. “For fucks sake, I’ll go check it out.”
All eyes focused on her, but no one else made a move to stand.
“Why does anyone have to check it out?” Rowan asked incredulously
Lysandra pulled her jacket tighter around herself and scoffed as she looked pointedly at Aedion, Lorcan, Fenrys, and Rowan.
“Really? None of you men,” she teased, “have the balls to go in there? You’re gonna let Elide go all by herself?”
Lorcan and Aedion rolled their eyes good-naturedly as Fenrys scoffed, “Excuse you, but as a feminist, I refuse to believe Elide isn’t capable enough to go by herself.”
Rowan added, “And as someone who’s met Elide, I refuse to believe that any monster would stand a chance against her.”
Aelin nodded sagely, “She is small, but she is mighty.”
Rolling her eyes at her friends, Elide rounded the fire and aimed for the woods. She turned to walk backward and joked, “I could be walking to my death right now and you’d all be laughing it up around the fire.”
Lorcan had turned to watch her walk away. “Get back over here, you’re the one who volunteered.”
“After your scared ass refused.” She retorted making Aelin laugh.
Huffing and crossing his arms, Lorcan continued to watch her with raised brows. “I’m not scared of a few broken tree branches.”
Elide grinned. “Could’ve fooled me.”
With his face turned away from the group as he looked at a retreating Elide, they couldn’t see the way his brows furrowed at the sight of her getting farther away, or how his eyes darkened at the amusement on her face, both of which only fueled her more and pulled her grin wider.
“Oh no,” she teased, getting farther away from the group and the fire. “I hope I don’t find the beast and lead it back here.”
If any of their friends were surprised at how reactive Lorcan was being, they didn’t show it. Or maybe the two were too focused on each other to notice.
Elide saw his face twist into a smirk and for a second worried about what was about to come out of his mouth.
“That’s not a threat, Lochan” his words dripping with provocation. “The legend says it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you.”
Elide’s brows shot up in disbelief as trickles of laughter sounded from around the circle. It was true she wasn’t as open about her exploits as her friends, but of all people…
“Mm,” she waited for the laughter to die. “It’s a good thing you aren’t going; the legend says someone only needs a speck of common sense to best it…so that’d suck for you.”
Aelin snorted hard enough to choke on the marshmallow she was eating. Loud laughter trailed her as she finally made it to the forest’s edge.
Just before she could step past the tree line, she heard the unmistakable sound of Lorcan grunting as he rose from his seat and walked towards her. “Let's go.”
She chose to ignore the cheering and whistling that followed them into the woods. They stayed quiet as they stepped over dried leaves and fallen branches, staying careful to not trip over something and end up injured and sprawled on the forest floor. It wasn’t until they’d walked far enough that the fire was no longer visible, and a minute more, before Lorcan wrapped a hand around her hip and pulled Elide backward so that her back was resting against a tree trunk and Lorcan was standing in front of her.
Both of his hands fell to her waist, and she lifted hers to the front of his jacket. One of his thumbs draw light circles across her skin as she toyed with his collar. But when he dipped his head down, trying to connect their lips in a much-anticipated kiss, she pressed on his chest to stop him an inch away from her.
“Virgin? Really?” she asked with an unimpressed raised brow, unintentionally echoing Fenrys earlier criticisms of the story.
“Blame my apparent lack of common sense,” he chuckled low and leaned forward as her resistance lifted, pressing his lips against hers in a way that almost had her forgetting why she paused him in the first place.
When they broke apart, Elide grinned and laughed softly. Lorcan offered her a small smile exclusive to her and tucked a rogue lock of hair behind her ear. She wound her arms around his middle and asked, “Wanna go break some branches and scare the shit out of the scaredy cats?”
His smile turned wicked, and his eyes lit up with dark amusement. “Oh, I absolutely do. But they deserve to worry for a bit; let ‘em stew”
“Good thinking,” Elide’s grin matched his. “What do you think we should do with the time?”
Lorcan leaned his head down so that his lips brushed her ear, bringing one hand up to graze her jaw before sliding around to cup the back of her neck. She could feel his breath on her skin as he spoke, and it sent shivers down her spine. “I can think of a few things.”
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Have all my fictional boyfriends attached to a spinning wheel so I can turn it to whichever one I'm currently fixating on, depending on which of their media's I'm currently consuming
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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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natinthe60s · 5 months
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Why do I hear a combination of the rock rap "IT'S ABOUT DRIVE, IT'S ABOUT POWER, WE ARE HUNGRY, WE DEVORE" mixed with "You are my fire, The one desire, Believe when I say, I want it that way" with the cadre singing (TELL ME WHYYY)
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pitterpatterpot · 7 months
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Prompt : Aedion & Aelin (& Lys) casually mentioning their trauma in a throwaway comment / joke and continuing their discussion, meanwhile all the cadre members are like “wait can we go back, wtf did u just say?!?”
Ok here we go- time for the younger generation to horrify the older with their dark humour.
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“Ha, try having a knife in your gut,” Aedion snorts, Aelin swearing under her breath and clutching her stubbed toe, gripping her seat at the breakfast table.
“Darling, please, endure a night with a mad man first,” Lysandra comments, picking at a muffin.
“Bold of you to assume I haven’t, love.”
“Complain when you’ve been locked in an iron box,” Aelin grumbles, pulling out and sitting down in her chair.
They all snicker, chewing their food.
Then the silence sinks in. Looking up, the three of them are met with the horrified faces of Rowan, Gavriel and Fenrys, the other three members of the inner circle who agreed to meet for breakfast.
“What?” Aedion asks, tearing into a pastry.
“I just-“ Gavriel swallows, resting his head in his hands. “I’m aging fifty years every time you three make a joke.”
“I thought I spotted a few greys,” Aelin smirks over her glass.
“Can we go back over a few things?” Fenrys strangles out. “Just clarify some details?”
Lysandra raises a brow. “That’s a little sudden and personal to discuss over breakfast.”
“You were just making jokes,” Rowan chokes.
“Joking about trauma and describing it are two different things,” Aedion shrugs. “Can someone pass the juice?”
The three older males share a glance, then go back to breakfast.
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