#fenris smut

[glasvera]

Partner Swap (Day 2)

Isabela x Zevran & Fenris x Fem!Hawke

Description: Smutember Day 2!!! (Just pretend it's 2 days ago it's fine) Before Zevran leaves after killing the pursuant Antivan Crows, he offers a proposition to the Champion of Kirkwall. Fenris outright refuses, but Isabela is more than ready. Hawke can’t deny her attraction to the former assassin, and she’s seen Fenris’s gaze linger on their pirate companion more than once, so she offers a proposition.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!) vaginal sex, fingering, oral (F and M receiving)

A/N: this is the first time I've written for Dragon Age in like... 7? 8 years? It was nice to go back to some of my fanfiction roots. But as with all of these prompts, it's mostly unedited. Just pure word spewing.

Word Count: 3876

“That depends. How much do you want to test that luck of yours?” Fenris’s gaze was that of cold steel as he stared down the Antivan elf in front of them, the sand crunching under his boots as he stepped forward possessively. Hawke huffed quietly to herself in mild frustration as her lover shot down the proposition before she’d gotten a say herself, shooting him a glance out of the corner of her eye.

Hawke was by no means unfaithful. She just grew up with a starkly different idea of what sex meant in the terms of a relationship, and she was more than a little excited to find a kindred soul in Zevran. The adrenaline of the recent fight was still pumping through her veins, and she’d be lying if she hadn’t fantasized about a few different scenarios upon being asked such a question.

“Well if you lot aren’t going to fuck him, then I suppose I will,” Isabella offered bluntly as she walked up from behind the two of them. 

“Ah, Isabela! It would be my pleasure,” Zevran replied with a curt bow of his head.

The pirate rolled her eyes at his gesture. “There better be some pleasure in it for me as well, or I won’t be sticking around for long,” she chided as they began to walk away. “I’ll catch up with you all later!” she called back with a wave of her hand.

Hawke crossed her arms with a grimace, disappointed in the outcome but not wanting to show it too much on her face.

“That girl has curious standards,” Varric observed, breaking the awkward silence in the group.

Hawke shrugged her shoulders. “I can kind of see it.”

Fenris stepped in front of her, looking at her as though she’d grown a second head. “You can’t be serious?” he snapped.

“What can I say?” she retorted, gesturing to him, “I have a type.”

He snarled at that. “Don’t even think about comparing me to him. We are nothing alike.”

Hawke cocked her head to the side, holding up a fist as she started counting on her fingers. “Tall, lithe, handsome, mysterious, sharp features, puppy eyes-”

“There are no puppy eyes,” he interrupted with a bark.

Varric chuckled as he watched their spat. “She’s got you pegged there, Broody.”

Fenris’s head snapped towards him, staring daggers at the dwarf as the lyrium flared in his markings with their telltale blue glow.

Varric raised his hands defensively, slowly backing away. “Alright, alright. I’ll be over here. Let you guys work this out,” he stated, heading over to one of the newly vacant tents left by the Crows.

“Fenris, what is your problem? It’s just sex,” Hawke complained. “Two attractive people appreciating each other’s attractiveness.”

His icy stare was redirected at her as his hands balled into fists. “Just sex? So did we just have sex then?” There was a hint of betrayal in his voice that made Hawke’s heart clench.

“Of course not!” she reassured, taking his hands in hers. “You’ve always been more than that to me. You know that.”

“And what if this Crow becomes more than just sex?” he asked, his tone laced with worry as his gaze softened. Ah. There were the puppy eyes.

Hawke sighed, shoulders dropping slightly. “Do you want more than sex when you look at Isabela?” She couldn’t help but snort when his eyes flashed open in defiant surprise. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring. It doesn’t bother me, you know,” she spoke softly as she brought a hand up to brush his cheek softly. 

Shamed, he avoided her gaze and turned his head to the side. “Hawke, I…”

“Hey,” she stopped him as she rested her hands on his shoulders. “How about we forget all this, and…” she gave him a little wink as she nodded her head in the direction of their departed companions, “go take care of some of our more… unique desires?” She bit her lip as she stared at him, waiting for him to meet her gaze again and consider her proposal.

He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in thought for a moment as Hawke waited with baited breath. Blinking slowly, he finally looked back up at her.

“Just sex?” he asked, face twisting slightly as the unfamiliar concept left his lips.

Hawke nodded. “Just sex.”

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Fenris had his hand firmly clasped around Hawke’s as they strolled between the rocky outcrops towards Zevran and Isabela’s tent. It looked rather spacious, likely something akin to a commander’s tent or whatever the Antivan Crow equivalent might be. Before they had even rounded the corner towards it, his face began to heat up as he heard Isabela practically screaming Zevran’s name like a prayer.

He moved to turn around and go back whence they came. “Perhaps this was a bad ide-”

Hawke gripped his hand tighter and pulled him into her, crashing her lips to his. Instinctively, his other hand clawed at her waist and held her fast against him. The familiarness of her taste, her plush lips against his own, coupled with the sounds of the nearby lovemaking began to set a fire ablaze in his loins. He growled into her mouth and released her hand to grab the back of her head, lacing his fingers through her hair and pulling slightly. Hawke gasped against his lips as she smirked at his roughness.

“I think this was a great idea,” she teased, bringing a hand to cup his already hardening cock through his skin tight pants.

Fenris retaliated by biting her bottom lip, tugging it slightly as he angled his head to better devour her. They were so absorbed in themselves and feeling each other that they had yet to notice the moans subsiding and the flap of the tent opening next to them.

“Oh? Looks like we’re not the only ones having fun after all,” Isabela chortled as she watched the two of them.

“I’ve always been told I have a way with my lovemaking, but never did I think I could have this effect on others,” Zevran chuckled, lounging brazenly with his half hard cock out on display and Isabela’s slick decorating his face.

Fenris and Hawke snapped back to reality and pulled away from each other quickly, startled by their new voyeurs.

“Don’t stop on our account,” Zevran teased as he began to stroke himself. She stammered and struggled to say something in return, but Hawke’s eyes couldn’t help but be glued to the motions of his hand. Zevran took notice and raised a brow at the realization. “Unless you see something you like after all…?”

Meanwhile, Fenris was fighting for dear life to look Isabela in the eyes and not at her ample bosom. She chuckled and swayed her breasts back and forth, biting her lip as she gazed up at him through her long lashes as his Adam's apple bobbed with a gulp. “I think they both do, Zev.”

Hawke cleared her throat, suddenly feeling incredibly parched. “I, that is, we would like to erm… join you both?” she offered shyly. She felt herself getting weak in the knees at the sight of the assassin naked as the day he was born. “But we would like to, well,” she swallowed, gathering her thoughts, “we’d like to switch if that’s alright?”

“My dear Champion, I’m afraid I do not catch your meaning,” Zevran replied with a sly smirk as he ran the pad of his thumb across the tip of his dick.

“I would have Isabela, if you would have Hawke,” Fenris finally spoke up, now openly staring at the pirate’s chest.

“Oh! Now you are speaking my language!” Zevran chimed before gesturing at the two of them, “but you are both far too dressed for the occasion!” He stood up and strolled up to Hawke, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do not fret, my angel. I am rather skilled in the disrobing of others,” he whispered with a wink. 

Hawke felt frozen in place as her eyes traced the contours of his face. Zevran chuckled as he began to unclasp the buckles and unravel the straps of her outer armor.

“So tense! This should be a time for relaxation.” He placed a kiss upon her soft lips, earning a soft whine as he copped a feel of her chest through her clothes while discarding her breastplate. He was seemingly an expert at both removing clothes as well as turning every delicate touch into a sensuous caress that sent heat straight to her core. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he continued lower, sucking on a spot behind her ear as she keened.

Fenris’s ears twitched at hearing the pleasured sounds of his lover, somehow only turned on further by them as he began to approach Isabela. She stood up in front of him, placing a hand on his chest as she ran it lazily across his body while she walked around him. Pressing herself against his back, she danced her fingers across the planes of his chest and stomach, slowly trailing them lower. Fenris groaned at the feeling of Isabela’s breasts through the thin leather of his armor. He hissed as her fingers traced the outline of his cock while her other hand began to remove his armor as well.

“Oh my, I knew you would be a big one,” Isabela giggled as her breath tickled his ear. She pulled away from him to finish removing his upper armor, whistling as the taut muscles of his chest and back were revealed to her. “Hawke! It should be a crime to keep all of this to yourself,” she chastised jokingly as she immediately began to run her hands along his body again. She followed the lines of his tattoos with her finger, and they thrummed with a gentle glow at the attention.

Breaking out of his initial fog, Fenris began to reciprocate her touch. His eyes followed his hands as he felt the smooth skin under his fingers. He pulled her in by the waist, earning a soft squeak of surprise as his lips met hers. She tasted like spiced wine and smoke, and she was definitely more experienced at kissing than Hawke was. One of his hands reached up and palmed her breast, grunting into the kiss as he felt himself strain against his trousers.

Zevran had already led Hawke back into the tent, lying her down against the bedroll as he began to roll her pants down her legs with tantalizing slowness. She braced herself up on her elbows as she watched him, entranced by the way his every movement was stoking the flames of her arousal. She knew she would be dripping even before he removed her smalls but gasped all the same as the cool breeze of the open tent blew against her sopping core.

“My,” he admired as he stared at her openly as her chest heaved, “I have had many a conquest in my time, but you are sure to be one I will think back on often.”

Hawke blushed as he hovered over her, cock hanging low just above her entrance. He stopped for a moment, pondering something as Hawke lie back in wait. His eyes darted about the spacious tent before stopping on what appeared to be a large mirror in the far corner.

“Ah, yes. That will do.”

Isabela broke away from the kiss to watch her Antivan friend as he positioned the mirror in front of himself and Hawke. “Your vanity never ceases to amaze, Zevran,” she chastised as she fell to her knees in front of Fenris.

“This is just as much for me as it is for our lovely Champion!” he retorted. “It is only fair she gets to see both my beauty as well as hers during our coupling.”

Hawke blushed as he returned to her, offering her a hand for her to sit up. She complied and he pulled her into a kiss, his hands grabbing her ass as he squeezed the ample flesh in his fingers. He opened his eyes for a moment to watch in the mirror the way his nimble fingers groped her backside.

Fenris’s eyes widened as he watched the pirate drop in front of him, watching as she began to pull his pants and smalls down in one go. His cock bent uncomfortably for a moment before bobbing free and at attention in front of her face. She hummed contently before taking him in hand, stroking him languidly as his head fell back for a moment. When her mouth enveloped the tip of him, he let out a low, throaty moan.

“My, your lover truly makes the prettiest noises,” Zevran observed as he motioned for Hawke to turn around towards the mirror.

“Wait until you hear the way he growls,” Hawke replied as she reminisced about their previous sessions. “I swear I could cum from just his voice alone,” she chuckled.

“Now that I would pay to see, my dear,” he laughed as he massaged his palms into her shoulders and back. He reached his hands around to cup her breasts, relishing in the way her breath hitched when he tugged on her nipples. His cock nestled against the curve of her ass as he began to grind into her, trailing one hand down as he teased a finger at her wetness. She whimpered in his hold, bringing a hand up around his neck as the other held fast to his wrist as he toyed with her folds. He circled two of his fingers around his clit, making her buck into his hand as he peppered kisses along her shoulder and neck.

Fenris braced a hand against Isabela’s head as she took him fully into her mouth, sucking on him with wet, sloppy sounds as she leaned her hands on his thighs. He thrust into her lightly, not wanting to gag her, but found it harder and harder to control himself as she did her best to swirl her tongue around his shaft and licked at the tip with every thrust out. His fingers threaded themselves through her hair as her bandana slipped off, and he watched as she stared up at him, enraptured as she was by the way his face contorted in pleasure.

She pulled off him suddenly with a pop, laughing at his confused expression. “As much as I’d love to swallow every last drop,” she began, noting the way his eyes darkened at her words, “I’d much rather feel every last inch of you inside of me.” She stood up, taking his hand in hers as she led him back into the tent with Zevran and Hawke.

Zevran had already lined himself up with her entrance, sliding into her as he gently pushed her back forward and encouraged her to position herself on all fours. She keened at the feeling of him stretching inside her, her arousal amplified as she watched herself in the mirror and saw the way Zevran’s jaw dropped slightly.

Isabela twisted them around as they approached the adjacent bedroll, nearly throwing Fenris to the ground on his back as she straddled on top of him. She wasted no time as she positioned herself over him, sinking down onto his cock as she let out a moan at the feeling. Fenris was speechless, brow furrowing as he instinctively placed his hands on her hips. She bounced up and down on him, breathy moans spilling out of her mouth with every thrust.

“Hawke,” she gasped out between thrusts, “I say this with all the love in my heart, but-Oh! Fenris, fuck,” she interrupted herself as he began snapping his hips up into her from below, hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back, “you are a greedy whore for keeping him all to yourself until now.”

Hawke giggled between her own whimpers as Zevran began to fuck her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror, locking eyes with him as he grinned devilishly at her. He leaned forward, pushing her further down to the ground until her chest was flush with the blankets.

“Give me your arms, sweetheart,” he commanded, and she complied as she balanced her weight on her head and shoulders long enough to reach her arms back behind her. Zevran grabbed her wrists in his hands, pulling her towards him and using them as leverage as he began to fuck her harder. Every thrust was hitting her perfectly and she was almost certain she was seeing stars.

“Oh! Fuck! Zevran!” She couldn’t hold her voice back any longer as she began to scream his praises, her head thrown back as her hair fell in her face.

Zevran huffed with his exertions as he lost himself to the pleasure, watching in the mirror as her breasts bounced in time with the snapping of his hips.. “There are those sweet angelic noises I yearned for,” he chuckled as he picked up his pace, sweat beading on his forehead.

Fenris turned towards Hawke, watching the way her lips parted with each gasp and moan. She felt his gaze on her and glanced at him from the corners of her eyes with a love drunk smile that he couldn’t help but return. 

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me so quickly, Fenris,” Isabella chided as she braced her hands on his chest. Her breasts hung in front of his face as her ass bounced up and down with a renewed vigor.

“As if you’d ever let anyone forget about you,” he shot back as he grabbed one of her breasts in his hand and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gasped as her pace stuttered, and he snaked his other hand between her legs to toy with her clit.

“Shit!” Isabela cursed, feeling herself getting close. Fenris felt the way her walls fluttered around him and knew he couldn’t hold on much longer either. While laving his tongue around her nipple, he adjusted the angle of his thrusts until he knew from her keening that he’d hit the right spot, hammering into it while pleasuring her clit until she was seeing stars. “Shit, fuck, shit! Fenris!” she nearly screamed his name as she came around him, her whole body shuddering as she nearly fell on top of him.

He pulled away from her chest as he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her flush to him as he pounded into her from below. Almost animalistic growls were drawn from his lips as he chased his own release, flipping them over halfway through so that she was beneath him as he continued. Isabela couldn’t help but be enamored by the way he bared his teeth in a snarl and screwed his eyes shut as he focused on the pleasure. His tattoos glowed brightly, flashing fiercely as his thrusts began to falter. He pulled out of her quickly, moving to take himself in hand until she swatted him away with her own and began stroking him fervently. His eyes flashed open as he watched her, huffing before finally cumming hard all over her stomach and tits. A rope of it landed on her lips and she licked it off, winking at him as she did so.

Zevran, never one to be shown up in acts of a sexual nature, yanked Hawke up by the arms so that she was on her knees with her arms and back flush against his chest. His thrusts never ceased and he used the new angle to capture her wrists in one hand while the other moved to rub her clit. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he kissed and sucked marks into her skin.

“So beautiful,” he breathed as she whined and whimpered under his ministrations. “I can feel you getting close.” He looked over to Fenris who was watching her, completely enraptured by the sight of her completely losing herself on Zevran’s cock. “Would you like to assist her, my newfound friend?”

Hawke found it difficult to speak as she was left powerless and subject to his manhandling, and her head was spinning from the pleasure. Sure enough, she could feel the knot building in her core as he kept hitting her just right, but it wasn’t quite enough. She peeked through one eye just in time to see Fenris approach and he took her head in both hands, kissing her passionately as Zevran continued pounding into her. She gasped into his mouth and he took the opportunity, shoving his tongue in her mouth as he entwined it with hers. Her moans were lost in his mouth, turned into little more than pathetic squeaks and whimpers as she neared her peak.

“Can’t let you two have all of the fun,” Isabela commented as she came up to them, maneuvering between Fenris and Hawke as she propped herself on one elbow. She shooed Zevran’s hand away before gripping Hawke’s thigh and placing her lips on the woman’s clit, earning a high pitched squeal as she bucked into Zevran behind her. The pirate chuckled as she began to suck at the bud and swirl her tongue around it, occasionally dipping her tongue low enough to lick at the shaft of Zevran’s cock as it pistoned in and out.

Zevran hissed at the added stimulation. “You are truly a minx, my dear Isabela.”

Isabela simply giggled as she continued, the vibrations sending shocks through Hawke’s body as she felt herself getting dangerously close. Fenris’s kisses grew greedier as he listened to her coming undone, bringing his hands up to cup and massage her breasts. He pulled away for a moment, pressing his forehead against hers as she bounced from the thrusts. 

“Are you going to cum for us, my love?”

She opened her eyes to look into his, gasping softly at the way he looked at her, his pupils blown out with lust. All of the sensations of Zevran’s cock pounding into her walls and Isabela’s practiced lips on her clit coupled with the familiarity of Fenris’s hands and eyes on her sent her over the edge, convulsing as she cried out in ecstasy. Zevran let out a low moan before pulling out, shooting his seed onto her back as he finished moments after.

Isabela moved away just in time as Hawke collapsed onto the bedroll beneath her, completely spent. Zevran chuckled, his breathing heavy as he used a nearby rag to clean the mess off of her and Isabela both. Fenris sat cross legged next to her as he ran his fingers soothingly through her hair, and Zevran lied down next to Isabela as they all recovered from their exertions.

“Yes, I think I will definitely be thinking about this little session of ours for a while,” he chortled.

[danikamariewrites]

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

Cadre (SMUT)

Lorcan x Rowan x Fenrys x Gavriel x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[throneofsapphics]

the arrangement 

Rowan/Lorcan/Fenrys x Reader

Summary: “You’ll take what I give you.” with Rowan, Lorcan, and Fenrys  

Warnings: degradation, hint of a size kink?, light d/s dynamics, foursome, small description of blood, Rowan’s biting kink of course, cockwarming, oral (m!receiving), brief m/m, slight objectification 

A/N: this is filth, that’s it. for this

Fenrys sat in an armchair across the room, his predatory gaze fixed on you. 

Rowan’s canine’s were grazing against your neck, tongue flicking over your pulse point. 

Lorcan’s hands covered your ribcage, his body firm behind you, his massive frame covering you enough your shadow didn’t reflect on the wall. 

“You’ll take what I give you,” his lips grazed your ear, “won’t you love?” 

“What we give you,” Fenrys corrected. 

“You’re not giving me anything right now,” you teased him. 

Lorcan roughly pinched your nipples between two fingers, whimpers falling from your lips, the mixture of pain and pleasure felt directly in your core, now starting to throb - nearly begging to be filled. 

“Fuck,” you breathed. Lorcan’s hand covered your mouth, forcing you to breathe through your nose, just as Rowan bit down on your shoulder, tongue running along the two small wounds, pinpoint of plain and pleasure. 

“You’ll be good and quiet, won’t you?” Rowan said as he withdrew, your blood staining his bottom lip, his tongue darting out to clean the drops, laughing at your muffled assent. 

“Get over here,” he called to Fenrys without looking at him. The other male snorted, but you saw him rise. 

Lorcan’s hand moved and you took in a deep breath, he still held you steady but Rowan had cleared the path - for Fenrys to head right to you. The newest addition to the arrangement you all enjoyed. You nearly stumbled as Lorcan finally released you, Fenrys’s arms steadying you, twisting you so your back faced him - so you faced the other two males. 

“Go on,” Rowan snapped - not at you. Fenrys’s edged laugh echoed in your ear as his fingers began undoing the laces of your dress with ease. Slowly, so damn slowly - to irritate the others, you figured, he lowered the fabric, revealing your bare skin inch by inch. 

“Beautiful,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. 

“She’s not a delicate flower,” Lorcan snorted. “She’s a little slut, isn’t she?” he asked Rowan, completely ignoring you. Your cheeks reddened but arousal grew at the way they spoke of you. 

��The perfect little toy,” Rowan agreed. 

“Are you a good little toy?” Fenrys whispered. A whimper left your parted lips, your head fell back, resting against his chest. He chuckled, dropping the rest of the fabric, one hand trailing down the valley of your breasts pressing against your stomach to draw you closer to him. His touch was light, gentle even, but just as electric as the others. 

He bent one knee, drawing your thigh over it - baring you to them. Showing you off like a good little toy. Two fingers parted your folds, revealing the arousal dripping from you, already coating your inner thighs. 

“I think I want a taste,” he murmured. 

“Take it,” the two words were filled with your desperation, “please,” you added as an afterthought. It wasn’t the taste you wanted, but hearing him clean your arousal from his fingers was almost as good. 

-

Fenrys had his back to the headboards, your core gripping his cock, hands holding you in place, not letting you move although you desperately wanted to. Instead, you were watching the show in front of you. Lorcan said you’d take what they’d give you tonight, and apparently that was pure torture, watching, waiting, teasing, but nothing to send you into the oblivion of pleasure you desperately craved.  

Lorcan was on his knees, Rowan’s hands gripping his hair, but you who had the other at their mercy. Just as you were finally enthralled, as you knew Rowan was about to launch past that edge, Fenrys lifted you off him. 

You whimpered at the emptiness, but he was already turning you around, pushing you back to rest on your knees between his thighs, eyes drawn to your arousal covering his cock. Your tongue darted out to lick your bottom lip, eager to taste the two of you mixed together. 

“Go on,” you’d missed Rowan sneaking up behind you, but his hand already gripped your hair. “Tap twice if it’s too much,” he reminded you softly - the only softness you’d get tonight - before shoving you down, mouth opening to take Fenrys, to wrap your lips around him, sucking on his tip, tongue circling around him. 

Rowan snorted behind you. “You can do better than that.” 

A rough hand slapped your ass, Lorcan - Gods you needed to work on your awareness, launching you forward, taking Fenrys further, further, until he hit the back of your throat. 

Practice kept your gag reflex from activating, letting you take him as far as you could. Not very far with this angle. Rowan sensed it, what you wanted, arms looping under your shoulders, dragging you so your head hung off the side of the bed. 

“Take it or I will,” you heard Lorcan. 

[queentala]

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.

[shadowdaddies]

Heyy, can I request anything with Fenrys?❤️

hii love, yes you can! (I interpreted this to mean I can write anything with Fenrys but if you mean you have something in mind to request just send it on over) 💜

A/N: I have both fluff and angst requests for Fenrys in my inbox rn and I'm in a mood today so I went with smut

Wild Things

Fenrys Moonbeam x f!Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, pretty much pwp, oral f!receiving, rough sex, breeding kink if you squint, minors dni

The warm Terrasen sun beat down on your shoulders, your chest heaving as Aelin tossed you a towel to wipe the sweat from your brow. You had worked hard at training this afternoon, pushing yourself even harder when you felt Fenrys’s eyes on your ass in your leathers as he watched you from the shade.

Aelin’s eyes flicked to where your mate stood across the field, a knowing smirk accompanying her laugh. “Get out of here,” she shooed you, and you gladly took the opportunity to get out of the summer heat. Turning to see that Fenrys was no longer waiting for you, you trudged your way up the stairs to your bedroom, eager to strip and bathe. 

Tossing your towel to the bedroom floor, you shucked off your boots and padded into the bathroom, savoring the feel of the cool tile against your feet. Bending over to peel the restrictive fabric from your legs, you gasped as familiar hands gripped your bare ass, kneading the skin there as Fenrys let out a low groan.

You smirked, wiggling your hips in a teasing manner before stepping out of your pants. Yanking you by your top, Fenrys roughly turned you around, wrapping your hair around his fist to tilt your face towards him. 

Onyx eyes pierced yours as his hand moved from the hem of your shirt, making quick work of untying the laces. “You knew what you were doing, teasing me all afternoon in this tight little outfit. I was about to bend you over and fuck you in the middle of the training yard.” A whimper escaped you at his words, making him growl as he leaned down to lick the sweat from your neck, teeth moving to graze your ear. “Is that what you want, for me to fuck you like you deserve, you tease?”

Panting, you were pliant in his arms as you nodded eagerly, helping him shove off your top so that you were bare before him. Hands drifted to your waist, rubbing teasing circles along your lower stomach as you clenched around nothing. The scent of arousal was heady in the air as Fenrys tossed you over his shoulder, smacking your ass hard enough to leave a mark as he carried you back into the bedroom. 

You yelped, flying backwards onto the mattress with a bounce as Fenrys discarded his, golden brown muscles rippling with the effort. Snapping out of the momentary daze from seeing your mate’s body, you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Fen, I don’t want to get the sheets dirty. I’m still so sweaty.”

With a dark chuckle, Fenrys looped his hands around your legs, yanking you to the edge of the bed where he bent over you, golden curls cascading down around you. “Don’t worry love, I will lick you clean,” he murmured, voice like gravel as he captured your lips in his, sharp canines drawing blood from your lower lip as he tugged against it. 

You moaned, arching into him as hip tongue slipped between your lips, caressing yours as a hand found your breast. His mouth trailed your jaw, licking away the sweat along your neck as he moved further south. One hand massaged your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as you writhed against him. His lips found your other nipple, licking as his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, sending a jolt straight to your core. “Fuck, Fenrys please,” you begged, babbling incoherently as his other hand skimmed lower, fingertips swirling above your hip bones.

Tongue lapping against your skin, Fenrys groaned at the taste of your sheen of sweat on his tongue, his warm muscle ever so slowly moving towards where you needed him most. Broad hands spread your legs wide, your dripping arousal exposed to the cold air of the room. 

Onyx eyes grew somehow darker as Fenrys honed in on you like a predator, thumbs rubbing the skin of your inner thighs. He leaned down, long hair tickling the sensitive skin of your legs as he licked and sucked along your inner thigh, skipping right over your core before moving to the other leg, sucking a mark at the inside of your hip.

Your hands found his hair, clumsily hoping to pull him closer. A pathetic mewl escaped you as you confirmed how strong his grip was on you, keeping you firmly in place to use as he liked. A dark, taunting laugh left Fenrys’s lips, the slight air blowing against your clit making you grip his hair tighter, desperate for more. 

Onyx eyes locked with yours as Fenrys dipped, his tongue flicking out against your dripping core, holding your slick in a lewd display before closing his mouth with a feral moan of satisfaction. As if the tether on his own self control snapped, Fenrys dove in, nose brushing your clit as his tongue thrust rapidly into your core, wet muscle massaging your walls in a deliciously teasing way. 

Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly as a finger teased your entrance. Your head hit the mattress, eyes rolling back as a finger thrust into you, curling against you as he pumped in and out. The sounds of your breathy moans filled the room as Fenrys added a second finger, rapid thrusts hitting exactly where you liked. 

Your breaths turned rapid and shallow as your stomach tightened, having no time to warn Fenrys before you hit your orgasm, arching as you moaned out his name. He didn’t relent his efforts, tongue flicking out against your clit as his fingers scissored and pumped into you, prepping you for his cock.

Convulsing against the sheets, you pleaded against the overstimulation your mate wrought on you, finally catching your breath as he pulled away. Pushing your body further up on the bed, Fenrys tapped your lips with his fingers in silent request. You opened obediently, tasting yourself as he watched you suck on his digits. 

A low growl left the male as he shifted, quickly ridding himself of his pants before throwing your legs over his shoulders and thrusting into you without warning. A scream left your lips as he pounded into you, wild and feral as your mate took what he wanted. 

Your hands fumbled, attempting to find purchase on his shoulders as he fucked you relentlessly, your body shifting back and forth along the mattress form the force. Fenrys paused only a moment, hands grabbing your hips as he flipped you effortlessly, pushing your chest down on the bed.

He fucked you from behind, hips snapping against yours as the sound of your skin connecting echoed through the room. Your hands clawed at the sheets, moans muffled as you bit the fabric to keep from screaming in pleasure. You exploded the moment his fingers found your clit again, crashing into your high as you felt Fenrys’s cock twitch inside of you. 

“Good girl, take it all,” me murmured, his warm seed filling you as his hips stuttered behind you. Still inside of you, Fenrys leaned over, kicking down your spine, licking beads of sweat as he went. Slowly pulling out of you, you gasped as his fingers rubbed against your clit, collecting the cum that had spilled out of you as he shoved it back inside. 

With a smack to your core, Fenrys gently commanded you. “Keep that in there for me, love. I’ll prepare a bath for you.” With a kiss to your temple, he allowed you to collapse against the mattress, focusing on his warmth that still filled you as you heard the sound of bath water running from the other room.

[throneofsmut]

Kinktober Day Thirteen: Praise

Fenrys Moonbeam x Female Reader

“You’re doing so good, kitten. Just a little more.” Fenrys’ voice was gentle as he continued to push into you, it already felt like you were full and he wasn’t even halfway in yet.

You whimpered, eyes screwing shut at the burn you felt as he stretched you. Gritting out through clenched teeth, “Gods you’re tight.” You knew you were wet enough but fuck did it still hurt. He was just so big.

Fenrys was breathing heavily above you, his body was taut from restraining himself. “Fuck.” You panted as your nails dug into his biceps that were caging you in.

Those were the last words you said as he finally bottomed out. His hands fisted the sheets, trying to control that primal part of him that just wanted to fuck you like a wild animal.

After a couple breaths, so quiet if it wasn’t for his fae hearing he wouldn’t have heard it, you said “Move.”

His heartbeat quickened knowing he was balls deep in you and you were taking it. “That’s it, kitten. Such a good girl.”

You moaned in response to the praise. Fenrys’ self-control was running out at the sight of you beneath him. Whimpering and writhing so lost in the pleasure he was making you feel.

“Such a, fuck-“ He growled as you bit him where his shoulder meets his neck. He lost it. Thrusting his cock in and out of you at a relentless pace. “Oh F-fen” you cried out as the tip of cock brushed against that sweet spot inside of you.

“Good girl. Taking all of me.” He gritted out.

His words had your walls clenching around him , he knew you were close and so was he. He moved one of his hands to rub your clit in tight circles. Wanting to cum with you.

Crying out as you orgasmed, bucking your hips, he kept rubbing your clit working you through it. Cooing praises into your ear as he finished right behind you.

His hips slowed and he was still inside you as he collapsed on top of you. Both of you, out of breath. Lifting his head to look at you, his cock twitched at the sight of you making you groan at the overstimulation. Fenrys just grinned at you and pushed your hair away from your face. Placing a kiss on your forehead. Then each of your cheeks and finally your mouth, murmuring against your lips, “You did so good, kitten.”

[spicywarl0ck]

Hey ❤️

For DADWC, Hawke/Fenris, thigh kisses?

Happy Friday! Thank you for this prompt, I know it took me a while to answer, but I needed to get into the right mindset for it. @dadrunkwriting Pairing: mHawke/Fenris Rated: E Length: 1562 Hawke grunted as he got pulled over the doorstep of his own home.

The Amell Estate was quiet and dark, only the faint glowing light of leftover embers in the fires illuminating the entrance hall. But no matter their effort, he could hardly make out the shapes of the furniture.

Not that he would’ve been able to make them out anyway in his current state. 

“You know, I would appreciate it if I wouldn’t need to drag your drunk ass back home every time we hang out with Varric and Isabela.” Fenris scoffed, his arms tensing as he dragged the oaf who was his husband towards the stairs.

He was used to it now, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed.

“Sorry, I guess.” Hawke harrumphed, hissing in pain when his knee scrapped against the wooden stairs. “I can walk alone,” he added, trying to free himself of Fenris’s iron grip. But the elf had none of it.

“There’s no way I will allow you to do that. The last time you did, you fell down the stairs. Face first, no less.” 

“Don’t remember that.” The mage muttered under his breath, barely concealing a faint hiccup as he fought against his restraints still.

“I do, and I won’t allow it.” Fenris answered, his brows furrowed and his muscles strained as he pulled the bigger man up the stairs as best as he could. It was challenging, especially given Hawke’s travelling arms and fingers, but he eventually managed the stupid mage up.

“Aww, I love you too.” Hawke leaned in to place a kiss on Fenris's lips, but he was a bit off with his aim and only got to brush his lips against the elf’s cheek instead. 

“You’re drunk.” Fenris chuckled just as he placed the man on the bed, not foreseeing the strength of Hawke as he pulled him down. His body crashed into the other man, his hand stretching over the muscled chest to catch himself.  Their noses were inches from touching, his breaths softly ghosting over Hawke’s face. 

“I’m not that drunk.” Hawke protested with a chuckle, his hand stretching out to brush a strand of stray hair away. “See, I can still count the dots on your forehead,” he added softly, his amber eyes so warm as they gazed at the elf, filled with love and adoration.

“How many are there?” Fenris gave in to the man’s shenanigans with a half smile, not making any effort to move.

“Three.” The mage was confident with his answer, his hand softly brushing against Fenris’s dark-skinned cheek. “And two beautiful green eyes looking at me,” he added with a cheeky grin. 

“You know from memory.” Fenris shook his head in disbelief. 

“Alright, then I should prove it to you,” Hawke grunted as his arms clutched onto the leaner frame of the other man. He turned them around, his larger body towering over the elf’s, but his love filled with nothing but love as he gazed down.

By the maker, he was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.

“I’m very capable of finding your lips,” he added just before they came crashing down, worshipping Fenris's lips as if they were the most holy thing. He relished how Fenris shifted underneath him, his hand searching to gain a hold on Hawke’s dark locks as they kissed. 

They gently stretched over his scalp, his fingers curling into the black hair as he sighed against the lips softly.

Hawke would always be the only one to witness the elf’s softer side, which filled him with more pride than anything else. He enjoyed nothing more than to kiss the man who captured his heart for such a long time.

“I love you,” he whispered against Fenris’s lips. “There is no one I could ever love more.”

“What’s holding you back then?” the elf asked as his eyes and cheeks darkened from the intimate kiss. He pulled the man down by the air, feeling pure bliss as their lips touched again.

But this time, the kiss became hungrier than before.

Hawke was devouring Fenri’s lips with greed, their bodies touching and shifting as they ached against each other. He felt the mage’s lips prod his lips to open just before he allowed it in, hungry for more.

It had been hard to trust Hawke enough so he could lose himself in the other man completely at the start, but now, he just couldn’t help but feel whole with the man who drove him crazy in the best ways.

Fenris burned for him with every fibre of his being, his arousal sparking by nothing more but a simple kiss.

A hand wandered underneath his tunic before he became aware of it, pushing the fine leather up as it explored the twitching muscles. He had to say that the hand was very soft for someone as big as Hawke was.

His fingers drew patterns across the elf’s chest as he kissed him senselessly and as Fenris's body grew hotter and hotter.

He felt his arousal growing in his pants as he arched his back, a moan lost against the lips moving against his mercilessly. But he wasn’t the only one feeling that way as Hawke’s hips rocked back against his.

Fenris’s fingers started to grasp more firmly into Hawke’s black hair, his body arching against the mages without shame.

“Fenris…” Hawke gasped against the swollen lips, unable to contain his desire as their hips met again. One of his hands grasped the bedsheets underneath them, his amber eyes as darkened as Fenris’s green ones.

“I’m yours,” Fenris whispered, only to break out into a symphony of soft moans as Hawke took his words as an invitation to kiss him everywhere.

It started with his chest once Hawke opened the tunic to access the elf’s soft skin. He felt the rough hairs of Hawke’s beard against his skin, but he welcomed the feeling since it was accompanied by the mage’s equally rough lips.

They kissed their way down his torso as his hands grasped the sheets underneath him just to be occupied.

He was convinced Hawke took his time just to provoke him and that each kiss got placed to fuel the lust within him more. It drove him nearly insane as he felt every inch of his upper body covered by Hawke’s worshipping lips. 

Only slowly did the irritating mage move towards his pants, pausing just before the hem to look at him with a smirk.

“Oooh, someone’s excited.” Hawke teased the elf after seeing the prominent bulge in Fenris’s trousers. “Want me that badly?” he added, the effect of the many ales he had at the tavern wearing off slowly.

“Fuck you.” Fenris cursed just before he took a sharp breath.

“Actually, I was intending to fuck you.” Hawke’s fingers started to unlace the trousers slowly before he tugged them down, revealing a pair of slender but toned legs. “If that’s what you want to, that is,” he added, only getting a stubborn grunt as an answer. Or at least it started as such before it shifted into a wanton groan.

Hawke’s lips started to gently trace the warm flesh of the elf’s inner thighs.

He knew that it would drive him mad, and he was close enough to feel the traitorous twitching of Fenris’s cock within his briefs. It was tempting to wrap his lips around the prominent bulge, but he didn’t stray from his set path.

Hawke sucked softly at Fenris’s left thigh, feeling how he tensed underneath him and how he fisted the sheets, unable to contain his moans.

“Just get on with it.” Fenris hissed, his legs trembling as Hawke kissed his thighs, the mere feeling of Hawke’s lips on anything else but his pulsing cock torture. He knew he played into the mage's hands with his words, but he didn’t care.

“So impatient.” Hawke tutted playfully, his amber eyes glistening mischievously as they looked at his lover, unfaced by Fenris’s growl.

“What shall I do with you?” he added to add fuel to the fire, his lips firmly sucking on Fenris’s thigh to leave a mark behind. It wouldn’t be lasting long, but he enjoyed the feeling of the elf’s tensing muscles accompanied by the loveliest gasps.

“Hawke…” Fenris groaned with gritted teeth, his eyes almost as dark as the night before they fell shut in bliss.

Hawke’s lips wrapped around Fenris’s still-clothed cock, sucking and groaning against the warm and pulsating flesh through the fabric. To give his lover pleasure was the greatest thing for him, and there was nothing he enjoyed more but the squirming of Fenris’s body.

Nor the breathy moans of his name escaping the elf’s lips.

His hands stretched to free the strained erection of his lover, his lips not hesitating to wrap around it to suck and swallow him whole. He felt Fenris buck inside of his hot mouth, both of his hands stretching to caress over the elf’s thighs and lower abdomen while he was busy giving him the utmost pleasure.

For the moment, it didn’t matter that his own cock was hard and straining in his pants while he wanted nothing more but to give his husband the needed release.

And when it finally came, after moments of ragged breaths and husky moans, it was the sweetest taste of victory lingering on his tongue. 

[helionmylove]

Our Future

Fenrys Moonbeam x Reader

Word Count: 2209

Not beta read, we die fae

WARNINGS: Sm*t, br**ding k!nk, fluffy ending, bad writing lol

Summary: my first attempt at writing sm*t, only half of it is sm*t, Fenrys thinks about the future and you two decide it’s time to grow your family. 

Fenrys Moonbeam was many things: a fearsome fae warrior, the white wolf of Doranelle, ambassador to Terrasen. But most recently his favorite title is loving mate. Your loving and devoted mate.

Moments like this had quickly become his favorite; you curled up beside him laughing at his dramatic retellings of his day, your warm fingertips dancing up his sculpted chest. He loved hearing your heartbeat, your voice, your breathing. Those onyx eyes watch you intently. Everything about you has captured his heart and his soul. Right now he has everything he could ever want. Well almost everything.

A thought kept creeping into his mind. A thought of you and him raising a child together. He could picture you with a hand on your belly, round with his child, as he teaches your eldest child how to properly hold a knife, while your soon-to-be-middle child bounced on his knee. He wanted a big family. He knew it was rare for fae, and hated how dangerous it was, but he couldn’t help but want it.

“Where’s your mind at?” You pinched his side to get his attention. “Are you even listening to anything I’ve said?”

“I’m sorry, my love.” He kisses your pout. “Just thinking about the future.”

“Our future?” You propped yourself up on your elbow. “What does it entail?”

“Have you ever thought about children?” His golden brown fingers twirling around your hair.

“I have. Have you?”

“I have.” He hummed his response, his thumb trailing over your lower lip.

“And where do you stand on the topic?” You place a gentle kiss to the pad of his thumb.

“It’s something I want. Not immediately, of course.”

“Oh of course.”

“What is with the sarcasm, sweet girl?” He pouts.

“You say it with such certainty, I just think it’s funny.”

“Well I wouldn’t want to rush anything if you are content with how we are now.”

“Fenrys, I am content.” You gently brush his hair from his face. “But, I’m also ready to take this next step.”

Something sparked in Fenrys’ chest. An amused growl fell from his lips and he took hold of your hips, pinning you beneath him. “Shall we get started then?”

“Gladly,” you lean up, catching his lips in yours.

Fenrys kisses the way he lives: wildly and passionately. You swore you could get drunk on kissing him, the softness of his lips combined with his scent flooding your senses was entirely intoxicating. Your hands travel up his shirtless back to tangle in his long golden hair. He releases a satisfied groan, his own large hands creeping up your sides.

He pushes a powerful thigh between your own, pressing it right against the apex of your thighs. A soft whimper slips from your mouth into his. Fenrys grinds his thigh into that oh so sensitive spot, swallowing the moans that flow from your lips as he teases you.

“Fenrys,” you whine, grinding your hips against his leg. “Please.”

“What do you want, sweet girl? Hm?” You can tell by how tight his voice is he’s having difficulty restraining himself. “Tell me what you want and I’ll happily give it to you.”

“You. Your cock. Please Fenrys I need it.”

“Good girl,” he growls, making quick work of your nightgown.

Fenrys felt feral. Within seconds his lips were on your collarbone, nipping and sucking dark bruises. One hand snakes down your body, gently settling between your legs, teasing your covered clit. His lips travel between your breasts as you grip his hair with one hand and the sheets with the other. Your hips buck and you can feel him smirking against your skin.

“Relax, Darling. Let me take care of you.” His skillful fingers pushed your panties aside, the calloused tip of his finger rubbing gentle circles on your most sensitive area. “Gotta get you ready for me.”

Your moans were like music to his ears, and he was determined to make it louder. Nothing spurs him on quite like the way you beg for him. Slowly he moved his finger away from your clit, pushing it into your tight pussy. He bit his lip at the feeling of your soft, wet walls clenching around his finger.

“Always so tight, my darling.” He added another finger, relishing in the way your hand tightened in his hair. His lips trailed back up your chest, dancing over your neck, settling against your jaw just below your ear. He continued his two-fingered assault on your cunt. “Such a good girl for me, always so wet.”

“Fenrys, please.” You whine loudly, legs clenching around his hand. “Need more.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” His fingers slipped from your hole. The way he chuckled when you whined at the loss made you want to slap him.

But the way he slid down your body and rested your thighs on his shoulders made up for it.

Only to be ruined again by him ripping your panties.

“Fenrys Moonbeam-” You started, cut off by a bruising grip on your hips.

“Y/N Moonbeam,” he teased. “I will buy you all the pretty little underthings you want, but there is really no need for you to wear them. They only slow me down.”

Before you could object his tongue was lapping at the wetness between your folds. Your back arched off the bed as he feasted like a male starved. His nose nudged at your clit as he curled his tongue. Your fingers gripped his hair harshly, as he moved on to suck on your clit. Fenrys growled in satisfaction as your legs tightened around his head. He slipped his fingers back into you, thrusting them quickly as he continued sucking. Back arching, legs shaking, you were so damn close. You just needed a little more. And he knew, this bastard knew but he was having so much fun watching you whimper and squirm.

“Fenrys, please.” You were on the verge of tears now as he dragged a fang along your clit. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.”

He moved his fingers to massage that spot inside you that made you see stars. Finally, your release hit you. He continued sucking your sensitive little nub even as you tried to pull away, forcing you to ride out your orgasm, only stopping once your breathing evened out.

Fenrys gripped your hips harshly before flipping you onto your stomach. His touch turned gentle as he ran his hand over your ass, soon followed by a harsh smack. Always wickedly playful. Gentle kisses trailed up your spine, spreading your legs with his own. He grabbed a pillow, lifting your hips and sliding it beneath you. He leaned back on his knees, taking in the sight before him. You waited, listening to how ragged his breathing had become.

Without warning, that bruising grip was back on your hips, pulling you to him. He removed a hand, using it to guide himself into you. A single powerful thrust and he was sheathed inside you. You both moaned together, savoring the moment. He thought he might finish right then and there from the way you were squeezing his cock. You thought you might faint from the sheer size of him - it never failed to catch you off guard. You rock your hips back into his, signaling him to start.

Using his grip on your hips for leverage, he began pounding into you. He slowly lost his composure with every thrust. Each movement was rougher than the last. Fenrys kissed up your spine again before burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath on your neck, his groans in your ear, his weight pushing you into the bed, his cock buried deep inside you; he took over every single one of your senses. Each powerful thrust had you seeing stars.

“You take me so well,” He ground out, his pace picking up. “That’s my good girl. Always so good for me.”

“Like being good for you,” you moaned. “Feel so good, so full.”

“You’re gonna be all full, baby girl. Gonna fuck you full of my cum.”

He shifted your hips for a deeper angle. Your scream of pleasure spurred him on. His fangs pierced your neck, tying you to him. His fingers slipped to your clit, toying with that little bundle of nerves. Your second orgasm of the night overtook you and that was all he needed, his own release crashing into him. His thrusts grew sloppy as you both rode out your orgasm.

He stilled for a moment, breathing heavily in your ear.

“Fen?” You whisper through your pants.

He moved his hips slowly. “Not done, not yet. Not stopping until you're knocked up.”

“Fen,” You let out a breathy laugh. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” He growls, rolling his hips. “Say the word and I stop. Otherwise, we’re going all night.”

You didn’t object.

——————

Two and a half months had passed. You and Fenrys had been invited to dinner with Aelin, Rowan, Elide, Lorcan, Aedion, and Lysandra. It was something Aelin wanted to start doing more often, calling it a “family dinner”. To her dismay, Elide and Lorcan were tied up in Perranth, and Aedion and Lysandra were just finishing up an argument and weren’t inclined to leave their home. Meaning it would just be you and Fenrys joining them tonight. Fenrys, of course, wasn’t thrilled as it got in the way of his nightly routine of fucking you into the mattress.

You did the last button on his jacket, dodging his lips as he leaned in to kiss you.

“We are not going to be late just because you’re sex obsessed.”

“I cannot believe my dear mate is so cruel.” He threw his head back in exasperation.

“Fenrys, need I remind you we went five rounds last night?” You teased, straightening his collar.

“So, we should beat that by going ten tonight.” His hands held your hips as he turned you to face the mirror, bending to rest his chin on your shoulder. “Would be fun.”

“I’m sure it would be, but I want to see our friends. You and your cock aren’t getting in the way of that.”

“You wound me.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him from the room. He followed quickly, draping his arm around your shoulders.

“You should have worn your other cloak, you’re going to freeze.” He scolded as you stepped into the bitter cold outside your small warm home, rubbing your shoulder to make you warmer.

“It’s a short walk, are you going to fuss the whole way?” You laughed, cuddling into his side as you walked.

And sure enough, he did. First it was your cloak, then it was your boots, then your nose was getting red. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he kept worrying over you even as you entered the dining room where Aelin and Rowan were waiting.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Rowan swore the second you two walked in. Aelin only laughed.

“Well, hello to you too, Brother.” Fenrys took your cloak and pulled out a chair for you. “What’s crawled up your ass?”

“Something to tell us?” Aelin asked, sharing a knowing look with her mate.

“No?” Fenrys’ face contorted adorably in confusion.

“Do you not know?” Rowan’s shit-eating grin told you everything you needed to know.

“No, he doesn’t. He hasn’t given me a chance to tell him yet.” You hummed, taking Fenrys’ hand in your own to play with his fingers.

Fenrys turned to you so fast you thought he'd get whiplash, “what are you not telling me?”

“You really don’t smell it, Pup?” Rowan was really enjoying this.

You could see the puzzle pieces clicking together in Fenrys’ mind. He gripped your hand tighter, eyes darting from your face to your belly as if he was expecting something to be there.

“Are you…?” Your responding nod was all he needed.

Fenrys started tearing up. He shot from his chair, kneeling before you and smiling up at you. You leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before whispering, “you’re going to be a father.”

The sweet moment was interrupted by Aelin’s teasing, “You two better make us the godparents.”

Fenrys wiped his eyes and retook his seat, grinning like a mad man. He pulled your chair closer to his, draping an arm around the back of it.

“You’re going to become unbearable aren’t you?” You poked him in the ribs.

“Darling, is that even a question? Aelin, do you think Yrene will be available?”

“It’s a bit soon for that, my love.”

“Nonsense.”

“I hate to say it, Fenrys is right.” Rowan commented, watching intently as Fenrys shoveled food on your plate. “She needs more protein.”

Fenrys nodded, adding more fish and lentils to your plate.

“Oh don’t you start,” you scolded Rowan.

“Fae pregnancies are dangerous.” He shot back.

“You have your own mate to worry about,” you gestured to Aelin who shook her head.

“Leave me out of this. I’m not the pregnant one and I’m glad these two are focusing on someone else.” The queen teased as she picked at the food on her plate. You two shared a look, overprotective fae bastards.

It was going to be a long pregnancy, that’s for sure.

[oliviajdjarin]

Rowan Whitethorn: Mine

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

Summary: Rowan Whitethorn protects what’s his.

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

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

A/N 2: this is off canon :)

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

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

SJM Masterlist

They had taken you.

Those fucking spiders had taken you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And listened.

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

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

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

There.

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

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

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

Hold on, he said.

Just hold on.

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

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

~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~

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

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

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

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

You had to give the arachnids at least some credit.

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

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

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

And that’s when you felt it.

Felt him.

He was here.

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

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

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

It wasn’t worth it.

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

I’m here Y/N.

You groaned at his voice in your head.

I’m coming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

“Hang on baby. Hang on.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, what—”

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, please—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A faint mist had coated his own eyes as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~

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

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

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

He was more than grateful that nothing did.

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

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

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

“I will.”

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

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

Almost.

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

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

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

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

“Stay. Please,” you mumbled.

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

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

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

“Did we win? The battle?”

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

You hummed in response.

“What are you thinking about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled, showing some of your teeth.

He was so fucking obsessed with you it hurt.

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

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

“I’m right here Y/N. Right here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gavriel was right. He did take care of you.

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Losing your virginity to Fenrys

Fenrys x reader headcanons

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

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

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Fenrys would love that you chose him to be your first

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

also gently nipping

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Could you do a fenrys x reader smut, or maybe a fenrys x reader x rowan smut pretty please (i would absolutely die😩)

Learning (SMUT)

Fenrys x f!reader x Rowan

A/n: I now need both of them irl 😩 I’m so sorry this took a while I wanted to make sure it was good. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: smut, threesome, dom/sub dynamics (i think)

As Fenrys carried you to his room you’d both giggle as you whispered your desires to each other, leaving occasional pecks on one another’s heated skin. He pauses outside his door resting you against the cool wood. Fenrys attaches his lips to your neck, nipping at the soft flesh, dragging his tongue to soothe the marks. You let out a soft moan, holding on to him tighter.

You heard heavy footsteps as Rowan came around the corner. You had heard about his talents in the bedroom. You had hoped Fenrys would have the skills or at least be on parr with the Prince. Not that Fenrys was bad in bed. He was good, really good. Just a little too eager at times.

Rowan was trying to ignore you but he caught you eyeing him. The scent of your arousal drawing him closer, his pupils blown wide. Fenrys stops his attack on your neck looking at Rowan. Fenrys winks at the white haired male, giving him a devious smirk. “You look tense brother, care to join us?”

Your eyes go wide. You were about to have both males! Fenrys looks up at you, “If that’s ok with you baby.” You nod lightly. Rowan grabs your face in his hand, “Use your words, baby.” “Yes.” It comes out mumbled due to your squeezed cheeks.

“Good girl.” Rowan purrs. Fenrys opens the door, making his way to drop you on the bed. He goes to rip your dress off like he usually would, but Rowan grabs his wrist, tutting at him. “I thought I taught you better than that pup.” Fenrys eyes him questioningly. “Slower. Must I teach you everything?”

He pushes Fenrys to sit next to you. Rowan climbs on top of you, slowly undoing the ties of your dress while staring into your eyes. He smirked as your breath caught in your throat. Peeling the dress from your hot skin Rowan lets out a hum of approval.

After he discards the dress, his fingers dance over your breasts down to your thighs, pulling your panties off. Fenrys groans, pulling you by your jaw to look at him, connecting his lips with yours. You break away from him, gasping for air. “Both of you, clothes off.” Both males move to undress quickly.

Gods they’re beautiful. So perfectly sculpted. Even their scars suit them. Rowan’s tattoo is your favorite, you love the way it runs down his face to his fingers. Those thick, perfect fingers. You bite your lip as you go to move up the bed. Rowan grabs your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed so your ass is hanging off.

He rests your legs on his shoulders squeezing at your thighs. Fenrys holds you up so your back rests against his strong chest. His tan hands cupping your breasts, rubbing circles on your nipples with his thumbs. You whimper at their sensual touches. As you move against him you feel his hard cock rub against your back.

Rowan licks a stripe up your pussy. He smirks against you and continues to lap at your entrance. You arch against Fenrys who’s still playing with your nipples. Rowan starts to suck at your clit. You moan as you feel your orgasm approaching. You grind against his face and feel him smirk again.

Pulling away from you, Rowan rips Fenrys’ hands from your breasts. You mewl at the loss of them. You look up at Fenrys with big pleading eyes, reaching to grab the back of his head. Fenrys leans down to kiss you, but Rowan grabs him by the hair to stop him. “Uh-uh. Good girls don’t whine. They take what they get.”

Fenrys looks down at you, “You’re our good girl, yeah?” “Yes.” You pant. Rowan growls. “Yes what?” Fenrys drawls teasingly. “Yes sir.” Rowan lets out a dark laugh. “Good pup. You are learning.” He leans down and runs his canines up the side of his neck. Rowan bites on his pulse point, sucking on the skin. Fenrys’ eyes flutter as he leans back, giving Rowan better access to his neck.

You feel yourself grow wetter at the sight above you. Rowan pulls back, his attention going to you. “Ready to use that pretty mouth of yours?” “Yes sir.” You look down at his long length. You don’t know if you’ll be able to take all of him. But you were drooling for him. Rowan pulls you into a bruising kiss as Fenrys adjusts himself behind you.

Fenrys lays down resting his head between your legs. He leaves kisses up your thighs all the way up to your center. You moan against Rowan’s mouth and he pulls away. “Sit.” He commands. Fenrys pulls you down by your thighs to be fully seated on his face.

As soon as his lips connect with your pussy Fenrys starts to eat you out like a man starved. His tongue exploring you like he never had before. You assumed Rowan’s presence was to thank for that. Your head lolls backwards, your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

Reaching out, you lay your hands on Rowan’s sculpted chest. You trace the tattoos up to his shoulder. With his tattooed hand he collects your hair in a makeshift ponytail and guides you towards his cock. He strokes himself a few times, spreading the precum that was beading at his tip.

You wrap your hand around the base of him, leaving long, slow licks on his tip. He lets out a small moan, forcing you down on him. You gagged as you tried to relax your throat. As you take more of him you moan at Fenrys’ tongue flicking your clit. Rowan pulls you up as his way of telling you to start sucking.

Bobbing your head up and down on him Rowan moans, praises falling from his lips, “So fucking good. Just like that, good girl.” You grind down on Fenrys’ face at his words. You move faster on Rowan’s cock as you feel your orgasm approaching again.

You ride Fenrys faster until you come on his lips. He pauses for a moment and then goes back to licking at your release. “Fuck, you’re going to swallow all of me. Can you do that baby?” You nod as best you can. Moments later Rowan’s spilling down your throat with a moan.

He pulls you off of him and lays you down. Fenrys crawls over you caressing your face. “Good girl baby you took him so well.” You give him a small smile as your breathing evens out. “Do you think you can take both of us, or do you need a break?” You shake your head against the pillow then quickly remember to give a verbal confirmation. “No! I need both of you please.”

Fenrys scoops you up so your leaning against his chest. Rowan positions himself behind you, resting a hand on your hip. You wrap your arms around Fenrys’ neck as he teases your entrance with his cock. He kisses your forehead murmuring sweet nothings about how perfect and beautiful you are.

He slowly slides into you and then starts to set a quick pace. “Fuck Fenrys, feels so good.” You cry. Your so sensitive from your previous orgasm and Rowan’s teasing you can feel every vein of Fenrys’ long cock rubbing against your walls. You didn’t know how long you’d be able to last.

Rowan slips his fingers under you, collecting your slick. He starts to tease your hole before positioning himself to enter you. Rowan pushes into you and you scream out in pleasure. He quickly begins to move at the same pace as Fenrys you feel your orgasm building for the third time tonight.

You moan out curses and praises at the two of them. The feeling of them moving together inside you was other worldly. Digging your nails into Fenrys’ shoulders you scream, “I-I’m going to come!” Rowan growls and his pants get louder as he quickens his pace, his hips slapping your ass. “Go ahead baby, show us what a good girl you are and come for us.” Fenrys says, speeding up to match Rowan.

You come hard around Fenrys and he keeps fucking you. Rowan comes next, resting his head on your shoulder as he stills his hips. After a few more thrusts Fenrys coats your walls with his come, slowing down as his cock twitches inside of you.

The three of your are covered in sweat and panting. Both males pull out of you and Rowan lays you down, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs.

Fenrys nudges your legs open and you whimper, not able to take anymore stimulation. He shushes you, “I’m just cleaning you up baby, it’s ok.” You nod, unable to speak from how tired you were. Rowan brushes your hair out of your face. “You did such a good job baby.” He coos at you, laying next to you.

Once Fenrys is done wiping between your legs he comes to lay on your other side. You snuggle into his side, pulling Rowan’s arm over you. You quickly drift off to sleep with the two holding you in their arms. The only thought on your mind is that this needs to happen again.

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celebration masterlist

from this post. thank y'all so much for sending these in, there were a few duplicates, and a few extra might make there way out, but I kept it to 12 to keep myself realistic. I'll update this as they're posted! I love all of you and thank you so much for the support!

The Arrangement* - Rowan/Fenrys/Lorcan x Reader (2/25)

"You'll take what I give you"

A Favor - Dorian x Reader (2/27)

"I could help you forget him/her."

Loyal Friends* - Ruhnlidia x Reader (2/29)

At least I didn't get arrested. 

"You look so pretty on your knees."

"You look good with my hand around your neck."

Thin Doors* - Rowaelin x Reader (3/2)

"Please, pick one broom closet and stick to it."

The Other Side - young!Rhys x Reader (3/4)

"I hate you." "No you don't."

"How do you sleep at night?" "I usually go for a bed." 

Pretty For Me* - Mor x Reader (3/14)

"You look so pretty on your knees."

Last Avenues* - Feysand x Reader (3/24)

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" 

"Is that all you have?"

Stay In The Moment With Me - Rhys x Reader (3/27)

"I don't want to be alone tonight"

A Present* - Nessian x Reader (3/28)

“Take it off”

A Pretty Smile - Nyx x Reader (3/29)

"How have you survived this long by yourself?" 

At least I didn't get arrested

Breaking Point* - Manon x Reader (3/30)

"Do it already or I'll find someone else."

Supposed to Be Us - Asterin x Reader (3/31)

“Tell me it was a lie.” “I can’t.”

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Rowan bedroom headcanons

Rowan Whitethorn x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Also he might be bit of a sadist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cool. I made myself horny.

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

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

[shadowdaddies]

my heart says write the Fenrys fluff/angst fic I’ve been working on but my ovulation says free-use in the House of Wind smut

[throneofsmut]

Kinktober Day Two: Breeding

Fenrys Moonbeam x Female Reader

“F-f-fenrys…gods you’re so big,” you moaned, your eyes glued to where both of your hips met. Watching as the White Wolf of Doranelle thrusted in and out of you.

The both of you were transfixed watching his cock slide out almost all the way to the tip and back in to the hilt. Fenrys groaning into your neck in response to you clenching around him when he did.

You clawing at his back every time his cock hit your g-spot, “Be a good girl, kitten.” he panted in your ear.

Switching positions he rose to his knees, putting both your legs over his left shoulder, slamming into you at a new angle that had you crying out with your eyes screwed shut.

“You gonna let me fill you up? You want me to fill you up, kitten? Hmm?”, he says in between pants. By the way he sounds you can tell he’s close too. And all you can do is nod your head in response to his questions.

You know he’s smirking when he says, “Use your words, princess.”

Fisting the sheets below you, “Yes."

“Yes What, Kitten ?” His teasing tone making you open your eyes and before he can react he’s pinned underneath you, “Come on, Fen, fill me up.”

Both of you know he can just as easily flip you so he’s on top. But the way his cock is hitting your sweet spot perfectly and your clit is rubbing against him feels too good, for the both of you. And he loves the sight of you riding his cock with your tits bouncing to the same rhythm your hips are. Unbound hair moving wildly around you as you smirk down at him, knowing the effect you have on him. Causing something to flash in his eyes and before you know it he’s gripping your hips and thrusting up into you mercilessly.

You hold onto his forearms as he growls, “You’re going to be a good girl and fucking take it”.

“Yes, yes please!”, you cry out as the both of you reach your peaks together.

[lavenderdreams22]

Can you write something fluff with Fenrys? Maybe something like she is sike or pregnant and he takes care of her. Or Fenrys has a nightmare

The Nightmare - Fenrys Moonbeam x Reader

A/N: I hope you love this, anon ��� Kinda combined the two thoughts into this!

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death/murder. Nightmares. Pregnancy mentions. This is very quickly edited, so sorry for any grammatical errors!

Fenrys sprinted over the stone floors, his footing sure as the terror flooded his veins. He was searching for you, searching for his mate. The halls were never ending, and he was beginning to think he would never reach you when he heard her laugh. The sound was poison in his blood, and he stopped in his tracks. 

“My dearest Fenrys. What a gift you have brought me.” Maeve chuckled.

“Where is she?” He snarled, and he felt the distant pull of the blood oath as he began to instinctively move forward.

Then, without so much as a blink, he was kneeling in front of her in the throne room. She was holding a newborn baby, admiring the way that he cried in her arms.

With a growl he tried to move, but he was rooted to the spot.

“Do not attack me when you were the one that killed her.” Maeve’s voice was everywhere, all at once. But he could barely hear her as his heartbeat flooded his ears. His gaze fell to you face that was still frozen in terror. At the tears that hadn't yet dried on your face. At the blood that covered you. At the knife he held in his hands. 

“You should have known that you could never hide her from me.” Maeve said, “She was your weakness.”

The scream that came from him shattered the world in the same way that his heart was now shattered.

*****

Fenrys woke in a cold sweat, the images from his nightmare still swirling around in his head. He had been having nightmares on and off since the war, but this one…. This one was the worst. With a gentle hand, he reached out for you. He could hear your heartbeat and breathing in the dark, and he took a deep, steadying breath at the reassurance that you were here. You were safe. 

He let your scent envelop him. Vanilla and sandalwood and something sweet that had taken residence since you had become pregnant. There was no better scent on the entire planet, none more like home. 

You shifted closer to him, and he smiled to himself as he focused his attention on your peaceful face. Your brow was creased ever so slightly, and as he reached a hand up to smooth over it ever so slightly, the memory of the first time that the two of you had met flooded his mind. 

*****

You had been in the square in Doranelle, talking with one of the stall vendors. He couldn’t hear you over the bustle of the crowd, but when your eyes met his own in a quick glance over your shoulder, he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. You were stunning. The most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life. And the wildness that resided in your eyes had his feet moving before he had registered exactly what was happening. He had always been attracted to everything wild and beautiful, after all.

With another glance over your shoulder, you noticed him shoving through the crowd and turned your body to face him. Your hair was down, and you tucked a few wind-blown strands out of your eyes, and behind your ear, as you gave him a mischievous grin. With a wink, you swiped something from the stall and turned on your heel to run. 

He cursed under his breath, threw a few coins on the stalls tabletop as he passed, and followed after you. His heart was pounding in his chest as he turned down an alleyway to follow after you. You were waiting, twirling the necklace that you had taken on your finger. 

“Took you long enough.” You said, shooting him another grin that had his knees going weak.

“You gave quite the chase,” He grinned back.

You only hummed as you looked him over, noting that he was relatively unaffected by the sprint through the city that you had just led him on. You knew who he was, everyone in Doranelle did. He was the Queen’s warrior. Her lover, if the rumors just so happened to be true. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, taking a step forward.

“Do you plan on taking the information back to the Queen?” You asked, taking your own step forward.

From this distance, he could see every beautiful detail of your face. The way your nose wrinkled at the mention of his Queen. Maeve would have killed you if she knew the way you talked about her, would have had him do it if she knew what he was thinking and feeling, but he couldn’t help the smile that flitted across his face as he shook his head. No. He would not be turning the information into her.

*****

The bond hadn’t snapped into place until much, much later. Until he had seen you and Rowan at each other's throats aboard a ship during the war. You were dressed in some type of armor that you had probably stolen. The way that your eyes shone with ire had Rowan snapping his teeth at you. Wild and beautiful. Fenrys thought to himself, and just as quickly as the thought had crossed his mind, he felt the bond snap into place. You froze, having sensed the change in him. 

When you looked at him then, your eyes wide and lips parted, he rushed to you. Your anger had barely slipped away as he pressed his lips to yours. 

“What’s going on?” Elide had asked, her whisper barely registering in his head as thoughts of you, his mate, flowed through his mind. 

“I think… I think they’re mates.” Rowan said, his voice no longer holding any venom.

Aedion whistled, giving Rowan a half-hearted glare. “Looks like you’ll need to start watching your tongue.” 

*****

You made a noise in your throat, blinking a few times to look at your mate. His hair was plastered to his face as he traced patterns onto the exposed skin of your side. He was looking at you, but his gaze was far away. You knew this look all too well.

“Another nightmare, my love?” You asked, reaching your own hand forward to brush the blond strands of hair away from his brow. 

He only nodded in response. 

“C’mere.” You whispered, holding your arms out for him. He moved closer to you, careful of your belly, before snuggling into you. 

You both let out a breath, fully content now that you had each other this close. He loved to hold you while the two of you slept, but you hadn’t wanted to cuddle as much since you had gotten pregnant.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He mumbled against your skin. 

“And I love you.” You whispered back, tracing his spine with your fingers. 

You felt his eyes flutter closed as he hummed at your touch. His familiar warmth was a lullaby to you, and it didn’t take long before you had fallen back to sleep. With one last kiss to your collarbone, he drifted off into his own peaceful sleep.