#lorcan x reader

[azsazz]

Little Bird

Kinktober Day 24: Lorcan x Reader [Size Kink]

Summary: You're tired of sword-fighting with Lorcan. You want to practice endurance with him instead.

Warnings: Smut, size kink, choking, fingering.

Word Count: 2,452

Notes: Sorry these are taking so long...

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You don’t know if you should be more worried about the sword millimeters away from your neck, or the looming body that pins you to the ground. If he decides to rest his weight down on you, if you even think about trying to squirm away from him, he will fucking crush you.

It shouldn’t make you as hot as it does. Lorcan’s hot breath fanning across your face as he bends over you. Your torso, pinned between the thick of his thighs, large as mountains. Onyx eyes peer down at you, and there’s no distinction between the color and pupil. His equally dark hair is pulled from his face, but there’s a strand fallen free and brushing the skin of your hot cheek, clinging to the dew. 

“What are you going to do now?” he asks you, his voice is low and cold, but his breath across your lips is hot. Draws your focus. That’s what he wants.

Your own weapon is just out of reach from where he’d hit it from your hand. You’d tried to defend yourself with your fists, but Lorcan is easily thrice your size and acts like it too. He doesn’t hold back with you, because you’ll never learn how to defend yourself against someone his size, even though you’re not sure there could ever be another person his size, because he’s fucking huge.

You could try to jut up your knee between his legs, but your attempt wouldn’t do much damage because the part you’re aiming for sits thick and heavy on your stomach. Your arms are pinned in one of his large hands with nowhere to go. You’re out of options. Or, almost out of options.

There’s one thing left in your arsenal that you can use. One that will have Lorcan growling at you for not taking any of this training seriously, but only for a moment.

You arch your body under his, pressing your breasts from the ground to rub against his chest. Lorcan blinks, nostrils flaring at the sweet scent that suddenly invades his senses, and he grits his teeth as he catches on immediately to your plans.

“I’m going to let you fuck me, Lorcan.”

“No, little bird, we’re going to train.” He demands it of you, even though you feel his cock twitch in his pants. You squirm and he pulls his blade slightly, not wanting you to accidentally injure yourself, and you swallow back your triumphant grin. The way that he’s keeping you pinned, looking out for your safety, makes you hot. 

“Let’s work on endurance, then,” you challenge. “I know you can use come work.” 

With that, you know you have him. Lorcan bares his teeth, sharp canines gleaming in the sun’s lowering light. The growl that accompanies it rattles your bones, reverberates deliciously against your clit and your breath hitches harshly.

Lorcan chases the sight, your chest flaring a little at your gasp. The sweat that beads between your breasts. Your lips part with the inhale and he wants to bite, tear the perfect pink skin of your mouth until they’re swollen and panting and in a perfect circle for him to stick his cock into. That would teach you, he’s sure, to taunt him like that, when his cock is shoved so fucking far down your throat that it nearly tears around his girth.

“Little bird,” he says, deathly calm. “You do not want to fuck with me.” 

You roll your eyes, “Of course not, Lorcan. I want to you to fuck me.”

You whimper as he tosses his sword away and flattens his body against yours. You loose your breath with his weight, but he’s heavy and hot against you, smothering you with that large frame of his. 

“You won’t be able to train for days,” he murmurs against your skin. His teeth scrape your cheek and you shiver. Your arms strain beneath his grip with the intent to cling to him, but he’s too strong, easily keeping them tightly pinned to the ground above your head. You whine a little, and his grip only gets harsher. “Oh no, little bird. If you don’t want to work, you don’t get to touch. I’ll fuck you as long and hard as I please for your insolence.”

His words shouldn’t make you shiver with pleasure but they do. Your nipples tighten with interest and Lorcan’s pupils dilate at the feeling, his chest pressed to yours.

“Hands,” you pant, because he’s rubbing himself tauntingly against you and you no longer know words. He’s thick and full in his pants, hot against your thigh. You think you’re pleasing for him to release your hands, or touch you with his, but you can’t be sure. Either works, though.

Lorcan hums, pulling away from the dark mark he’s sucked into your neck. There are two little indents, not quite his fangs breaking skin, but they look incredible on your flushed skin like this.

“Hands,” he hums thoughtfully, pulling back to meet your gaze. “Want me to let you go, bird? Want my hands all over this tight little body? Or perhaps around your neck? You know how pretty you look with my hand around your throat, don’t you?” 

You nod frantically, more than ready for him to force the air from your body while he impales you on his cock. With his hand wrapped around your throat, breathing will be a struggle until the male above you allows it. Just like he’s allowing you to taunt him, to land a swipe at him with your sword. Nothing happens that Lorcan doesn’t want to happen. He is always in charge, leading the bull.

Lorcan’s free hand has released your arms but you keep them high above your head even if the urge to rip out the tie in his hair and bury your fingers into it is so great it makes your arms shake. A grunt of approval leaves his lips and it sends heat right down to your core, pooling between your thighs.

“Open your mouth for me bird,” he commands, brushing his thick fingers across your lips. They part automatically, and your skin is bussing with his touch as he dips two fingers in. “Yes. Good girl, just like that.” Lorcan’s praises, and presses those long fingers of his further down your throat. You choke, a squelching sound coming from your mouth that sets his charcoal eyes alight, his cock twitching between your bodies as he struggles not to grind. “Look at you, taking me so well. Should we find out what else we can fill?”

You moan, sucking them in bliss. You’re harsh with it, just the way that he likes. He likes it so much that Lorcan starts thrusting his fingers even faster, saliva pooling in your mouth as he moves, but he likes it messy, loves the way your lips swell and the way that you drool for him. Maybe he’ll even stick his fat cock down your throat if you’re good. 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your throat is tight around his fingers and you’ve forgotten just how big he is all around. Not just his cock that he’s hastily tugging from his trousers and tugging roughly before he’s removing his fingers from your throat.

You whimper at the loss but gasp as he kicks your thighs open, not wasting any time to reach down and tear a hole right through your own fighting leathers. The sound of the fabric ripping echoes through the thicket of trees and you’re thankful he made you hike so far out today, though with the way that his cock is standing straight and leaking at the tip, red and ready for your perfect, tight cunt, you know your cries of pleasure will be heard for miles and miles.

“Please,” you beg, and you relent. You don’t care how he’ll punish you, you need to feel his flesh embedded beneath your nails, need to feel the dips and valleys of the muscle stacking his body. You need to see the way that his hands smother yours, how he doesn’t even have to strain a muscle folding you into the positions he likes. “Please, Lorcan. I need your cock.” 

He grunts in response, a disapproving sound as he stares at your tiny cunt, shining and wet for him. As much as he’d love to lean over and fuck right down to the hilt, you’ll only break. So, he needs to take this slow.

“Fingers first, little bird.”

The moan you release as his first finger dips into your wetness turns pinched when Lorcan adds a second, then third on the next plunge in. You scream around his fingers, at the feeling of him stretching you. Loran hushes you softly but keeps moving, his other hand coming to caress your face, trailing down your neck to grab a fistfull of your breast through your shirt. Your fingers scratch at his skin, begging him not to stop, working your cunt ready for his cock.

He towers over you, covering every inch of your body with his. The ground is hard beneath your back but he’s even harder above you. His onyx eyes are all you can focus on as the fire builds in your gut and then it’s only darkness and sparks of light that surround you when your eyes roll into the back of your head while you orgasm. 

Before you can even catch your breath, before you can even force your eyes open again, Lorcan is nudging the head of his cock into your entrance. It stings, because no amount of prep from him can compare to the girth of his cock as it stretches your channel wider and wider. 

Your soft fingers turn to snake bites against his shoulders as he wedges himself inward. Your body is coiled with tension, with the intrusion of his large cock, and he leans down to take your mouth against his as he works to distract you. 

You whimper painfully against his mouth, and Lorcan growls. “Take it bird. Take all of me.”

And you have no choice but to. Your body is made for him, slick and hot and greedily accepting every inch that he’s giving you. He groans like a pained man when you constrict around his cock, not following his direction. Slipping a finger between your bodies, he rolls your clit between his rough fingers and slowly you begin to relax.

Your pained sounds turn to pleasured moans, your back arching with need and your stomach bulging with the tip of his cock. His hips meet yours and it’s always a surprising feat that he can fit that far inside of you, pressing into your organs with his head.

“Too deep,” you gasp when he pulls his hips out and thrusts them back in. Lorcan doesn’t falter in his movements, only hooks his hands under your knees and presses them to your chest, forcing himself further. “You’re too deep, Lorcan.”

“You’re okay, bird,” he grunts low. He bends over and licks a tear that’s escaped the corner of your eye, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin afterward. “You can take it. Arch your back for me. Gods,” he pants when you follow his command. “Just like that.”

Lorcan adjusts his hips and slides into you at an angle that makes every pinch and twist of pain worth it. The head of his cock brushes up against your walls, hot and leaking, and it feels so good. 

“Please, kiss me,” you beg and Lorcan doesn’t hesitate. He lets you lead the kiss, taking everything that you need from him and giving you even more. His tongue brushes across yours at the same time he hits that bundle of nerves inside of you again and you moan deeply into his mouth. He swallows it like the greedy fucking male he is, smothering you, taking you, because you are his and for no one else.

Lorcan thrusts harder and you tighten your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as your body vibrates with pleasure. You know that he’s close, and you can feel the building of your own orgasm threatening to crash over you as well. But you want to wait, you want to cum with him, feel your juices mix together as he fucks them deep into your womb.

“Don’t close your eyes, little bird. Look at me when you cum,” Lorcan says, and it almost feels wrong, the way he’s so gently smoothing back the hair clinging to your damp cheeks. You cum with the feeling of his calloused fingers so tender on your skin. He may not let anyone else see this side of him, showing you how much you mean to him, but here and now, even after you’ve all but taunted his skills, he continues this kindness, and it makes your heart swell with joy.

Lorcan’s name is a desperate cry on your lips as you cum for the second time. His chest vibrates with a growl that only has your cunt constricting tighter around him, so tightly that he has to put more effort into jerking in and out of you. The feeling of your warmth choking his cock is more than enough to shove him over the edge as well, spurting rivulets of cum into your cunt with a growl that shakes your core.

“Such a good little bird, aren’t you?” he asks when he comes down from his own high, enjoying the feeling of himself dripping out of your cunt around his cock that’s still shoved deeply into you. If you weren’t on the tonic you’d be worried about how easily Lorcan would be able to impregnate you, but as you lie beneath him in bliss, the both of your chests sticking together with sweat, you might not mind baring his children someday.

“So good,” you swallow roughly, caressing his sides. You squeal when Lorcan grabs your hips and rolls you so that you’re lying across his chest, and your cunt pulses at the feeling of his cock grinding with the mauver. Lorcan groans softly, his large hands pinning your hips in place so that you don’t get any ideas about rolling your hips while he’s still coming down from his previous orgasm. 

“Give me a few minutes, bird,” he huffs, closing his eyes. His eyebrows are strained but you can feel his cock twitch in your cunt. 

You hum, clenching around him on purpose. Lorcan growls and bares his teeth again, but you only stroke the pad of your finger down the length of his sharp tooth. “But Lorcan, I thought we were working on your endurance.”

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Send out an army to find you

request: can i please request a lorcan x reader where maeve kidnaps reader who is pregnant. She wants lorcans child because he left her service snd she wants someone sith his powers so she tries to keep reader until she gives birth but she is saved by him.

warnings: blood, implications of death, capture, pregnancy. The good stuff.

In other words your girl got carried away....

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Lorcan felt as if the ground had cracked beneath his feet. He fell as if he was freefalling as if he knew that the only fate that awaited him was painful death. He sensed the panic through the bond while he and the rest of the cadre had been training in the woods. The sheer amount of it had made Lorcan's knees buckle. And then he ran. He ran like he had never run before. Body moving on its own, fully trusting his instincts. He didn't care that the house might be crawling with whatever creatures had managed to get inside. The sight of the door barely hanging on its hinges was enough to make bile rise in his throat, yet he strode inside.

"Y/N", he called, going from room to room. There was broken glass everywhere, the chairs in the dining room were broken to pieces, and the utensil drawer was open. All Lorcan could smell was panic. Pain. Fear. His heart was beating so fast, he could feel it all over his body. "Y/N", he shrieked once more. He smelled you still. And that could mean two things: either he was just a heartbeat too late, or you were still here. He prayed for the second. But when Lorcan darted upstairs to see handprints of blood all over the nursery, everything around him froze for a second. The worst fears dance freely in his mind. He didn't even realize when he had started roaring. Or when all of the darkness possessed by him manifested. Drowning out all the light, making all the greenery wilt.

Lorcan felt firm hands holding onto him, trying to pick up the mess. "Let go of me", the male roared. But that wish wasn't granted to him as other sets of hands gripped his face. "I'm going to kill...", Lorcan stated. "Who will you kill? Who, Lorcan?", it was Gavriel who stood right in front of him. Paler than before. Worry laced his features as well. "You need to think", Fenrys added from the side of him, making Lorcan grit his teeth as he spat, "I'm thinking! She's gone, she's...and the baby, that's...", Lorcan felt another wave of panic rush through him. Fear when he realized that he couldn't hold onto the bond that connected you both.

"Breathe", it was Rowan, whose cold wind twirled around Lorcan now, the male trashed in the grip of his friends. "No, you don't...", Lorcan's voice broke. "Breath, Lorcan", Rowan said softly again. Lorcan knew that Rowan, of all the males, knew how painful this felt. He had lost his pregnant partner. They had all watched him fight the demons that clouded his will to live after that. Lorcan sank to his knees, ripping at his chest in hopes of feeling at least any sense of warmth from your side.

The cadre had never seen Lorcan like this. Sure, you had cracked the deepest parts of the male. You had made his presence a lot more bearable. Maker, he smiled even. Smiled from his heart during the family dinner. His prickly side was pushed aside almost fully. Saved only for scaring people away and inflicting panic on the enemy. You were his everything, and to miss that would have been impossible. Rowan clasped Lorcan's shoulders. Yet no one dared to say a single word about what this could truly mean.

You slowly drifted back to consciousness. Frowning slightly once the unfamiliar surroundings began to emerge. Your hand immediately went to your bump as you looked around the stone cell. The sound of the metal shackles made you look down; your hands and ankles were chained. You instantly tried to pull on your mating bond. To call for Lorcan... But a pained cry left your mouth as you found it lifeless. No, you thought to yourself, they wouldn't have managed to kill Lorcan.

"Oh, how lovely to see you awake", the voice dripped venom, and your wild eyes looked at the queen you hoped you'd never have to see again. "What did you do?", You moved to sit up slowly. "I just wanted to see you. You have someone I want", the way she whispered made your body shiver. "What did you do to Lorcan, Maeve", you hissed, hands wrapped around your bump. The motherly instinct was on high alert. The queen smirked, "He used to be my best. You do know what an attentive lover in bed Lorcan was to me". You shook your head. You knew how she treated them all. How she played with them. She twisted her powers to make puppets out of them. Lorcan had never loved her. He had never cared for her.

"It was so hard for me to do this to him", Maeve purred. The panic swirled within you. She wouldn't; you told yourself, she wouldn't have. "I'll make sure the wound of losing him will heal", her voice pierced right through you. "No," you breathed out, "He's not dead. You're lying, bitch". The sympathetic look on her face made you sick. "No, what did you do? What did you do?", you launched forward, chains ringing as you pulled at them. "Now, now... You can't be doing all that. You're pregnant", the queen stepped forward. Her cold hand moved to touch the round swell forming. You tried to move your hands so you could claw at her face, but her magic kept you at bay. "The babe growing within you is like no other, dear", she said, slowly sweeping your tangled hair away from your face. Silent tears that rolled down your cheeks were the only indication of your real emotions that bubbled within. "I'll raise a one-of-a-kind worrier out of that, babe", her nails dug into your face, "You took Lorcan away from me; now your debts will be paid." You tried to scream, but she seized your consciousness, sending you into the dark, oblivious.

Every moment that passed was a moment too long for Lorcan. A heartbeat was wasted. He still didn't know if you were alive. He hoped for it. You had to. Rowan had explained the power that Maeve had when it came to twisting bonds between mates. Maeve. To think that his beautiful, sweet, pregnant wife was in the hands of that sadist. Lorcan knew that you could stand your ground, but he knew that Maeve would not hold back.

He let Gavriel and Rowan plot the plan. His brain was everywhere at the moment. Lorcan clutched the baby blanket you had knitted in his hand. He had been holding onto it for the past two weeks. Only managing to slip into restless sleep if the scent of you was close. "Do you agree, Lorcan?", Gavriel's voice made Lorcan stiffen. But the lion knew that he wasn't listening. "Let us handle Maeve. I know that you want to kill her", Gavriel's voice was calm, but Lorcan let out a bitter laugh, "Want? Want doesn't even come close to it". The lion nodded. "I know, we know, but it's best if you find Y/N in the castle and get the hell away from it". As sweet as revenge tasted, Lorcan knew that this plan was the only one. Because even he didn't trust himself to not get carried away.

You had no way to tell how many days had passed. You had tried to refuse all food and water, but your baby needed it. And as much as you had no will to carry on, the little kicks and squirms within you were the only things making you feel anything other than the void that painted your chest black. You were curled into a ball at the furthest corner of the cell. Holding onto your bump as you hummed slightly.

You hoped the rest of the family would come looking for you. You hoped that this void was just one of many twisted things that Maeve loved. But at this moment, you knew that it was only you. Only you could protect your unborn child from that sadist. She had told you all about it. How the baby would be hers. How she would take it under her wing and raise it as if it was her baby. You gritted your teeth.

The cell door cracked open. You stilled, gripping the metal plate you had filed against the stones, turning it into a somewhat makeshift weapon. You doubted it would be enough to kill her. But you were prepared to try anything by now. You counted the steps, bracing yourself for the blow.

Your hit, however, was met by a strong grip. You were ready to swing one more time as the warmth flooded your heart. "Y/N", you had never loved the sound of your name more than now. Your eyes met the familiar dark orbs. A breath hitched in your throat. Lorcan was standing right in front of you. Your mate was standing right in front of you. You couldn't help but let out a cry.

Lorcan's strong arms wrapped around you instantly. He wasn't expecting to find you here. He was about to turn around when his ears caught on to that familiar heartbeat. Your baby's heartbeat. Steady and strong. And so he leaped down the stairs into the dungeon. Only to find you in this damp, forgotten place.

"Look at me, does anything hurt?", his voice was sharp and calculated. Lorcan looked over your face at the scab on your cheek, yet you shook your head. "She told me...", you muttered. "Listen to me. Is the baby okay? You're feeling okay?", he was close to shaking; you had been dead in his mind for weeks now. He had mentally prepared to find your lifeless body. "Lorcan...", you choked out, sinking into his arms.

"I've got you, dove. I'll take you home. I will never let anyone take you or our baby away from me", he wasn't sure at this point if he was saying this to soothe you or himself more. You barely nodded as Lorcan leaned to scoop you up into his arms. You heard him mutter something else, something about staying awake, but your body was too tired. Your mind was too fried from all the lies that Maeve had told you. So you let yourself drift away.

The crackling sound of the fire woke you up. The room was dim, but in a comfortable way. It was warm, and it smelled of freshly made food. You blinked a couple of times. Your gaze followed the pressure on your thigh. A messy set of black hair met you. Lorcan was holding your hand, his head resting on your thigh as he slept, his free palm resting on your round stomach. You doubted the position was comfortable, and his shoulders, without doubt, would kill him once he woke up.

You reached down to brush his hair away from his face. You smothered the lively bond in your chest. Soaking in the warmth of it. "You have no idea how nice it is to feel you through the bond", Lorcan's voice was groggy, his eyes still closed. You gave him a sad smile, "I'm afraid I do... She told me that she killed you", you muttered. Lorcan rose slowly. His face looked grim. There was a sign of anger still there.

"I'm going to take my time when I...", Lorcan growled but you quickly clasped his hand, "Lorcan... promise me you won't go after her alone", you pleaded. You could tell that he wanted to argue back but his shoulders slumped as he let out a sigh. "How are feeling? The healer looked you over but... You can...", he broke out into yet another rant, and you reached out to him, cupping his cheek, "I'm okay, we're okay. Happy to have daddy back with us", you muttered, feeling your eyes filling up with tears.

Lorcan leaned into your touch before he clasped your hand in his, kissing it a couple of times. "I would raise armies for you and fight gods if I had to", he said, and you knew he meant all of it as he leaned closer, pressing his forehead against yours. "And I will always find you, both of you. I'll look till my very last breath", Lorcan's voice was barely a whisper as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I know, my love, I'd fight for our family with bare hands if I had to", you muttered, leaning into your mate so you could kiss him lovingly.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Lorcan…

Lorcan drawling, a smirk on his lips, "Baby…"

Lorcan growling, "You belong to me."

Lorcan whispering, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes closed, "I love you. More than anything in this world."

Lorcan pushing into you, watching how his cock disappears in your body, how much he stretches you out, groaning, "Open up, baby. Let me fill you up nicely."

Lorcan brushing his hand over your head, mumbling, "You look breathtaking today."

Lorcan saying, "You own my heart. It belongs to you," while his gazed is locked with yours.

Lorcan thrusting into you, making the bed groan beneath you, growling, "Let them hear. Come on, scream my name."

Lorcan groaning when your lick over the exposed column of his neck.

Lorcan growling when you bite his shoulder.

Lorcan squeezing your butt, purring, "That’s my good girl."

Lorcan smirking, watching you undress.

Lorcan whispering, lips pressed against your ear, "You look stunning today."

Lorcan proudly saying, "You are so strong. I knew you could do it."

Lorcan kissing your forehead, humming, "My pretty wife."

Lorcan pulling your back flush to his chest, lips pressed against your ear, purring, "I am rock-hard baby. And I am not talking about my chest."

Lorcan curling his fingers around your throat, squeezing, drawling, "Look at you, begging for my cock."

Lorcan mumbling, "I got them for you," when he hands you a bunch of flowers he picked for you.

Lorcan pulling you onto his lap, mumbling "Sit, baby."

Lorcan purring, "You look so pretty when you come around my tongue."

Lorcan stroking his broad thumb over your lower lip, growling, "Good girl."

Lorcan panting loudly when you go down on him, slowly, teasingly worshipping him.

Lorcan grinning (yes! He is actually grinning) and saying, "Marrying you was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. You are the greatest joy in my life."

this is for you @lorcanisdabest, hope you like it and it is how you inagined it💛

[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.

[shadowdaddies]

My heads empty except for thoughts of Lorcan with a size kink, if you could please right somthing with this,🙏🙏🙏🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

yep I think it's canon our 7 ft tall axe-slingin' Lorcan has size kink👀

So Lorcan Did

Lorcan x Reader smut

warnings: smut below the cut, this is just pwp, size kink, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, maybe breeding kink if you squint

You fumbled for the doorknob, twisting it open as you stumbled backwards through the doorway into your room. Lorcan spun you around, your body pressed tightly between his and the door. You craned your neck - the extent to which you had to bend just to look him in the eyes almost painful - as his massive form towered over you. 

Large hands wrapped around the backs of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as Lorcan pinned you against the wall. It was dizzying, being lifted so high, his hard body enveloping yours as he gripped your hair, tilting your head back to grant himself access to mark your neck. 

You gasped, small moans escaping you while you writhed against his firm grip as he held you in place. “Fuck, Lorcan, please touch me,” you begged, your dress suddenly like fire against your skin, begging to be extinguished. He pulled back, black eyes taking in your flushed state. 

With a dark chuckle, Lorcan tossed you onto the bed as though you were light as a pillow. The mattress was huge, as though you were swimming in a vast sea - until Lorcan stripped off his shirt and crawled over you. His massive form swallowed the space, suddenly making the bed feel so small as his body well more than covered yours. 

Propped up on your elbows, you watched as Lorcan toyed with the hem of your dress, looking up to see him watching you with a smirk. “Let’s take this off, love,” he murmured - you eagerly shifting to help him remove any layers separating the two of you. He took in the sight of your bare breasts, a slight groan escaping him as one hand moved to toy with your nipple, his palm covering your breast and more as he tweaked the sensitive nub.

Gasping, you arched into his touch as you babbled unintelligible requests for more. Switching hands, Lorcan toyed with your other nipple as he brought his mouth down to soothe the bud he’d been teasing. You moaned instinctively, hands moving down to thread in Lorcan’s long black hair. 

He pulled away, warm breath fanning over your wet chest as he smirked, tsk’ing as he shook his head. “Hands to yourself until I say otherwise, love,” he whispered, easily grabbing both of your hands in one of his as he pinned them above your head. “Keep those there,” he mumbled against your skin as he continued his path down your stomach.

Lorcan settled above the fabric of your panties, inhaling the strong scent of your arousal as his hand splayed just above the line of fabric that spanned your hips. Your legs clenched as you felt his hand cover your entire stomach, a lewd moan escaping your lips as you looked down, sight confirming what you felt. Lorcan was so much larger than any male you had been with - or even known, for that matter, and you were burning with anticipation.

Slowly dragging your silky panties down your legs, Lorcan paused to admire the wetness that had pooled on the fabric, dark eyes watching you as he licked away the juices. You mewled, toes curling at the sight as you shamelessly begged for Lorcan to move faster. “Oh love, this is as fast as I can go. You’ll need plenty of time to warm up and be stretched out before you can take me.” 

With that, Lorcan moved to lick your clit, sucking on the bud as he inserted one finger into you. “Fuck, Lorcan,” you moaned, his one finger making you feel so full already. You started to stress, unsure if you would be able to take him. As if he sensed your nerves, Lorcan pressed a kiss to each of your hips. “It’s okay, love. If you feel any pain, just tell me and we’ll stop.” 

You nodded, feeling assured as you encouraged him to continue. Lorcan worked you a little bit longer, curling that one finger against your walls in a way that drew obscene sounds from your dripping pussy. He licked your clit furiously, distracting you as he added another finger. The stretch was glorious, back bowing off the mattress as your mind reeled, already reaching your high. “Let it go, love,” Lorcan spoke against your clit, the vibrations setting you off into an explosive orgasm. 

You hadn’t even caught your breath when you felt Lorcan add a third finger, using the fresh wetness from your orgasm to pump into you more easily. The slight burn as he worked you added to your pleasure, tossing your head back and forth on the mattress as you clumsily pushed his head away from your swollen clit. Lorcan chuckled at your movements, pressing a kiss to the bud before removing his fingers, licking them clean as he untied his pants with his other hand. 

Your heart pounded as you dared to look at his hard cock, slapping against his stomach as he carefully watched your expression. “One word. If you’re uncomfortable, we stop,” he promised. You nodded, biting your lip as your legs hooked around his waist, drawing him closer to you. Sliding his cock up and down your folds, Lorcan collected as much lubrication as he could before sliding slowly into you. 

By the time he bottomed out, you were struggling to breathe - you had never felt so full. Your pussy clenched around him in reaction, and Lorcan hissed at the feeling. “Fuck, angel, if you keep doing that, I won’t last long.” Inwardly, you thought that might be for the best, as you weren’t sure how long you could take him. With a nod of encouragement from you, Lorcan began moving in and out at a gentle pace. He looked down at your body, a loud moan escaping his lips as he watched his thrusts. 

You managed to sit up just enough to see the outline of his cock as he entered you - how incredibly full of him you were. You let out a string of curses as Lorcan picked up his pace, his hand sprawled along the place on your stomach it had been earlier, this time forcing you to feel everything. “Gods, you’re so tight,” Lorcan whispered, watching your center tighten around him as his thrusts became more frenzied. 

Lorcan licked his thumb, bringing it down to your clit as he rubbed circles, the stimulation sending you over the edge just as you felt his cock twitch inside you, warm release coating your walls as you came together. Lorcan drew out of you slowly, catching his cum before it spilled onto the sheets and shoving it back inside your core. “Clench that tight pussy for me, love. Don’t let this spill.” 

You moaned a half-conscious agreement, still in a post-orgasmic haze as Lorcan settled next to you in bed. He pulled your body close to his, and you realized he had officially ruined all other males for you.

[assassinsblade]

welcome!

about me: you can call me emily! i'm 25 and have written in the past but just started again. i have a master's in literature and love fantasy and romance books.

requests: i am currently not taking requests!

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[throneofsapphics]

Hii could i request something fluffy with lorcan and his mate is like clumsy?

Hope you have a nice day🫶🫶

capable of chaos 

Lorcan x Reader 

Summary: You keep dropping things, Lorcan is mildly frustrated. 

Warnings: none 

A/N: thank you for the request! I hope you’re having a great day :) 

Lorcan winced as the dagger clattered to the floor, missing your bare feet by inches. In seconds, he was across the room, throwing you right over his shoulder. 

You laughed, fists pounding at his back. “I”m fine,” 

“You almost stabbed yourself in the foot,” he hissed, dropping you down on the couch, far from any sharp or pointy objects. In fact, he scanned the surrounding areas to make sure none were within a few feet. . 

A soft laugh, and you wiggled your foot, “all in one piece.” 

“For now,” Lorcan sat next to you, tugging your feet over his lap, letting his hand rest on the inside of your calf. “How have you survived by yourself for this long?”  

You let out a vaguely offended noise, but it was a genuine question. Sometimes he has no idea how the hell you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet. 

“I’m a fully capable female,” you said - but even then you glanced at the ornament on the mantle, above a currently raging fire. A decorative sheep you’d fallen in love with, now missing an ear because you dropped it before they could even get it on the shelf. You were capable of chaos, and he loved you for it, as much as it drove him up the wall on occasion. 

“Sure.” 

A heel lodged itself in his ribs, before he snatched your ankle, now pinning both legs down on his lap. 

With a very dramatic and unnecessary sigh, you relaxed back into the couch cushions, body loosening. “I should pick up that dagger, before someone steps on it.”

Before the sentence finished, Lorcan had already grunted and shot up, snatching it from the floor. Already up, he decided to make tea for the two of you. He didn’t bother telling you, you’d be able to see what he was doing. 

Once the water was boiling, he glanced  over his shoulder. You’d stretched out further on the couch, now taking up the entire space, arms resting behind your head, eyes closed. 

“For a capable female,” he said dryly, “you’re very content to lay there.” 

You peeked one eye open, “do you want me handling sharp objects? I can think of a very good home for that dagger.” 

He rolled his eyes, “your aim is horrible,” but did another check to make sure none were within your reach. There’s always a chance you’d get lucky. 

[bookaddictedgirlie]

Holy shit how are there no Lorcan fics THATS CRAZY I MEAN HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE HIM???

IS HE NOT TALL ENOUGH FOR YOU?? NOT ENOUGH MUSCLE??

[mischiefmanagers]

“So Lorcan did.” is my Roman Empire.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

can i please request a elide x reader x lorcan with reader and elide just shamelessly staring at lorcan when he’s wearing his training leathers. literally just thirsting over him, reader and elide are the only ones lorcan would ever let look at him that way without gouging their eyes out, reader and elide just can’t stop thinking filthy things they want him to do. They stare at the way his big arms move and grow hot. so they interrupt his training and brings him to their room😍👀 he’d gut anyone else who’d even try this infront of the cadre but not reader and elide and i think that’s so romantic😍

author note: omg, this was so good, thank u so much for requesting this. i would also love to see lorcan training, or any tog boy 7u7.

𝕯𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖊 (𝕰𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

WARNING: suggestive, literally just you and elide drooling over lorcan

“Oh man”

“My goodness”

It was the first thing you and Elide said when you went out to the patio. Lorcan had been training since dawn, only stopping to drink and continue training. You knew where he had gone since that same morning he had left the comfort of your bed, leaving you to continue sleeping.

Lorcan didn't usually eat breakfast before training, so you had breakfast, you tidied up the room a little, and when you went down to the living room, Lorcan had taken off his shirt.

The sun's rays reflected on his muscles defined by 500 years of fighting, training and other “training”. The muscles in his arm tensed and relaxed every time he raised or lowered the sword, beads of sweat slid down his chest, down his abs and got lost in that area that you and Elide liked so much.

Remembering what happened last night, you press your thighs together at the feeling that begins to grow inside you. You look at Elide and notice how she is looking at Lorcan.

You were so immersed in your world that you didn't realize that he had stopped training and was looking at you, lust reflected in his dark eyes.

“Can you stop drooling over me?”

“Who said we were drooling over you?”

“Angel, you don't need to say anything, your look says it all”

“You believe it very well, Lord Lorcan Lochan.” You adored Elide.

Lorcan smiled flirtatiously and approached you. Your belly tenses at having him so close and you notice Elide just like you, her smile widens and from one moment to the next, you were on Lorcan's shoulder and on your way to your room.

“If you two wanted to have me around so much, you could have asked for it.”

The two of you looked at each other with a knowing smile.

It was going to be a very long day.

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

[starryhiraeth]

Lorcan x reader

Warnings?; Kidnapping, murder, blood, gore and ✨spelling errors ✨

It was dark in the cell, you could only make out the dirty brick walls around you and the bars in front.

It was cold and the air was damp, somewhere off in the distance there was a dripping sound echoing through the cell? Dungeon? You couldn’t tell.

You didn’t know what had taken you, one second you were going to give some reports on the small rebellions rising here and there to your friend and queen, Aelin and the next, a cloth was over your mouth, you tried not to breathe in the powder but in the end you could hold your breath.

And what’s worse?

No one knew you were gone.

Your tried to reach out to Lorcan through the bond but still no one had come for you

You were going to die there.

You thought back to the days when life was much simpler, you were known as the most beautiful female to ever live, even to the point of some males thinking you were a demon.

So carefree.

So naive…

You’d been toying with two guys much older then you and they found out about each other, they had gotten into an altercation and probably would’ve killed each other if it ether for him.

Lorcan.

Your mate.

He’d rolled his eyes once he saw the males fighting and was half tempted to leave them to it and then he saw you

Your eyes tearing up and hands shaking.

The bond hit him like being run over by a carriage

He immediately dragged the males away from each other and walked you home whilst you ranted about how you didn’t know they would go that far and how you felt and how you’d gone to far this time.

Lorcan said nothing, only throughout the journey getting physically closer,

At first you are just walking together then he got closer then a hand on the shoulder then to your waist until when you finally got home and said goodnight, you looked him in the eyes and it clicked.

You were going to die. You are also positively sure that the ones who kidnapped you are from the rebellion.

Fae haters.

Tears started to fall as you realised that you would probably never see any of your friends or mate again, rethinking all the things you wished you’d said to them, to him.

Until a scream came from the darkness, you flinched shuffling away from the bars as more cries on agony screeched out of the darkness, you started to cry harder.

Until from the shadows he came out, Lorcan himself, covered head to toe in blood that wasn’t his own,

“Lorc” you whimpered out

He raised he sword and demolished the bars before he rushed over and took a tried, dirty and bleeding you into his arms,

Tears of relief poured from your eyes and he his whispered words of comfort into your pointed ears,

“Your okay”

“Your alright”

“I’ve got you baby”

Carrying you out of the dungeon, bridal style, you noticed that it had been carved into a cage on the side of a mountain and once your eyes adjusted to the light you looked down and saw fighting.

A white leopard. Lysandra.

A white wolf. Fenrys.

Thunder and wind. Rowan

A giant silver sword. Aedion

And roaring fire. Aelin

They all came for you.

You looked to their opponents, your kidnappers.

You recognised them, the males from all those years ago, the ones who had fought over you, and others of whom you had broken hearts.

This wasn’t an act of rebellion, it was an act of revenge, for breaking all their hearts.

Suddenly you felt a rush of guilt surround you before Lorcan squeezed your thigh and looked you in the eyes, almost sending you a message

It’s not your fault, it was hundreds years ago, you’ve grown up, it’s not your fault.

It was then two of the males who had fought over tog long ago appeared behind Lorcan and you,

Loran remembered them, the much older males who had fallen for his, naive at the time, mate.

The ones who distressed her when they fought and said the winner would keep her, Lorcan saw red.

He placed you behind him and drew his monstrous sword. Covered in blood and charged at them,

The battle continued as Lorcan sliced them up, by the end of it they were merely tiny pieces of flesh, blood and bone on the rocky floor. It was cold and viscous, you were almost worried that when he would turn back around you wouldn’t recognise the male you loved

Boy, were you wrong.

He turned back to you and there was darkness in his eyes, sure, but also love. Love for you had turned Lorcan into that dark killing machine, you reached reach out you him again as he very easily picked you up bridal style, again and held you closer just as you did

The scent of blood and death was the only thing you could smell on Lorcan but you couldn’t blame him.

You wouldn’t blame him.

He did it all for you. To get you back. To get back to his love,

You couldn’t blame him, for it was love that made him crazy.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

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

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

Lorcan with a pregnant mate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fieldofdaisiies]

things the SJM males say...

Azriel saying...

Eris saying...

Rhysand saying...

Cassian saying...

Lucien saying...

Ruhn saying...

Helion saying...

Lorcan saying...

Rowan saying...

Dorian saying…

Chaol saying…

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Could I please make a request for 'Cadre part2' maybe some hurt/comfort were reader and Lorcan get into another fight and he says something that hurts the reader, so reader decides to ignore everyone the Cadre until he gives them a proper apology.

Not on Speaking Terms

Cadre x reader

A/n: please accept this peace offering until I’m in a smutty mood again. I’m so sorry for the wait on part 2, I genuinely feel bad bc you guys have been asking for more so I decided to get this one done tn ❤️❤️

Warnings: hurt/comfort poly relationship, and Lorcan being a dick

“I can’t with this right now Lorcan.” You growl out, stomping down the hall to your bedroom. “Yes, we’re doing this now!” His booming voice catching up with you as he jogged to catch up with you. “You’re being selfish and you aren’t listening to me.”

That made you stop dead in your tracks. He saw your shoulders stiffen as your back straightened. You quickly turned on your heel to face him with rage simmering in your eyes. “You did not just say that to me.” You growled.

After that exciting night in the war tent with the boys you all realized there was something more than sexual attraction. You truly love all of them and they love you. When you woke up in the middle of the night you found you had been moved to the bigger bed. You were still on Gavriel’s chest. As you blinked the tiredness from your eyes you found the rest of the males asleep next to you.

At breakfast the next morning Fenrys had shamelessly brought up the subject, wanting to clear the awkwardness from the group. The White Wolf winked at you as the conversation started. Since that morning you officially started dating Rowan, Gavriel, Fenrys, and Lorcan.

It was tough to make sure you spent an equal amount of time with each of them at first. They all tended to be jealous and territorial. Especially Lorcan. You knew he and Rowan had a history of having the same partner, but he wasn’t used to this. You and Lorcan got into little spats here and there when he wouldn’t listen to you or give you space when you needed it. Lorcan loves you so much and just wants to make you happy. He just has trouble with his emotions sometimes.

During training g this morning you and Lorcan got into one of those slats that somehow escalated when you were trying to explain to him why you aren’t doing anything with any of the boys today. The fact that Lorcan is calling you selfish while you continuously put off plans to be with him when he felt neglected is insane.

“Stay away from me.” You said before turning away to hurry to your room. You didn’t see Lorcan’s hurt expression from your harsh command. He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. But if you wanted space Lorcan would let you have it.

You locked yourself in your own bedroom for the rest of the day. You didn’t even come out for dinner. A little after seven there was a knock on your door. “Y/n,” Fenrys calls out. You didn’t want to hear it. “Go away Fen!” Your tone left no room for argument. He sighed and shuffled away.

Rowan, who can always talk to you was shut out next. Even Gavriel. The most level headed one was turned away. But he wouldn’t give up. Gavriel came back to your room on the morning asking what happened. You whip the door open to find him with his arms crossed, an exasperated look on that gorgeous face. His tawny eyes sparkled with mischief. His face quickly fell when he noticed your puffy eyes and red cheeks.

“What?” Your voice monotone. Gavriel clears his throat trying to not let your attitude throw him off. “I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. Lorcan didn’t give us the full story and I want to help you two-“ “No.” you cut him off. You knew where this was going. Gavriel wanted to help you two come to a compromise so you could fix whatever has happened between you. Not this time.

“That’s not how it’s going to work this time. Until Lorcan can be a big boy and have a conversation with me himself I’m not speaking to any of you. The male is 400 years old.” You slam the door in Gavriel’s face so hard his hair flys back.

Lorcan feels guilty. He really does, but he hates admitting he’s wrong. Gavriel and Rowan told him he’s on his own and that you were right, he needs to start fixing problems with you on his own or Lorcan wouldn’t have you any more.

It took all day for Lorcan to rehearse what he is going to say to you. Fenrys laughed when he caught Lorcan talking to himself in the mirror. But the pup did give good advice, “Go with what your heart tells you. Not what you can come up with in your mind, it isn’t authentic.” When the hell did Fenrys get so wise, he thought to himself.

Taking a deep breath, Lorcan collects himself and lightly knocks on your door. “Who is it?” You call out. “It’s me, can I come in sweetheart.” He hears you groan along with the blankets shuffling as you roll over. Lorcan contained his annoyance and entered your room. You let out another loud groan and pull the blankets over your head. Lorcan makes his way over to the bed. When he sits the mattress dips a noticeably amount thanks to his large body.

“Can we talk?” He asks softly, resting a hand on your calf. “Fine.” You sit up letting the blankets fall off leaving your hair a frizzy mess. Lorcan huffs out a quiet laugh, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he reaches out to smooth out your hair. “I’m sorry I called you selfish. I was just…I didn’t understand that you needed space.”

“It’s not just my space. I just wanted you to understand that I give up a lot when you ask for me. I love you Lorcan, and I don’t want us to keep having these fights.” Lorcan cups your face and you lean into his touch. “I promise I’ll work on it. I love you sweetheart.” He leans forward kissing your forehead. “Goodnight, I’ll let you get some sleep.”

He stands ruffling your already messy hair a little. You grab his hand and pull Lorcan back to your bed. “Wait. I’ve been alone too long and I miss you guys. Can we all sleep together?” Lorcan gave you the biggest smile you’d ever seen from him. He quickly scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You giggle as he runs down the hall to your shared room with the boys.

[shadowdaddies]

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

✨= fluff

❤️‍🔥= smut

💧= angst

💥 = action (ka-pow!)

Manon

❤️‍🔥My Girl (Manon x Reader)

✨Roar of the Wind (Manon x Reader)

✨Lead the Way (Manon x Reader)

💧✨ Balance (Manon x Reader)

💧✨Beloved (Manon x Reader)

💧✨ In Your Corner (Manon x Reader)

✨Lift Me Up (Manon x Reader)

✨Golden (Manon x Reader)

Dorian

💧✨❤️‍🔥King's Queen (Dorian x Reader)

💧✨❤️‍🔥 Masquerade (Dorian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Phantom Touch (Dorian x Reader)

💧✨Distraction (Dorian x Reader)

✨The Bet (Dorian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥NSFW Headcanons

Aelin

✨All I Want for Yulemas (Aelin x Reader)

Aedion

❤️‍🔥Serenity (Aedion x Reader)

Asterin

✨Taking Flight (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Get a Room (Asterin x Reader)

✨Getting Lost (Asterin x Reader)

✨Keeping Secrets (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Stress Relief (Asterin x Reader)

❤️‍🔥One Bed (Asterin x Reader)

Vesta

✨New Beginnings (Vesta x Reader)

Gavriel

💧✨Always Yours (Gavriel x Reader)

✨Mine (Gavriel x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Every Part (Gavriel x Reader)

Fenrys

❤️‍🔥Wild Things (Fenrys x Reader)

💧💥 ✨Reunited (Fenrys x Reader)

↳ Part 2 Part 3

💧✨Hope Reborn (Fenrys x Reader)

Lorcan

✨Flawless (Lorcan x Reader)

❤️‍🔥So Lorcan DID (Lorcan x Reader)

✨When You’re Sick Headcanons

Elide

💧✨❤️‍🔥Solstice Confessions (Elide x Reader)

Poly Fics

✨Protective Instincts (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Puppy Love (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Get Clean (Rowaelin x Reader)

✨Better Mood (Manorian x Reader)

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

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

✨Any Excuse (Asterin x Reader x Sorrel)

✨Lucky Me (Asterin x Reader x Vesta)

✨We Have Now (Elorcan x Reader)

💧Meant to Be (dark!Manorian x Reader)

↳ Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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[gothicbabydollz]

PROFESSOR LORCAN PLS PLS PLSPSLPSLSPSLSPOSPSLSPSJSODNCB

Mr Salvaterre had a little lamb

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Pairings: Professor!Lorcan x f!student!reader

Warnings: smut, kinda dark?, age gap (reader is over 18), innocence kink, praise kink, spanking, clit play, crying, dacryphilia, corruption, pet names (sweetheart, little girl, little lamb)

Summary: Your college professor isn’t pleased that you’re distracted in his class, ruining his plans to finally act on his need for you. Lorcan supposes he’ll just have to punish you instead.

Word count: around 3.7k

a/n: don’t worry, you’ll get that reward in pt 2. thanks for helping with titles, sweetie!! @ofelia-writesxox

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You haven’t been paying attention. The discussion surrounding the class’s latest assignment going through one ear and out the other. Ever since you stepped into the classroom 2 hour prior, you couldn’t find it in you to focus. You’re supposed to be taking notes to help you study tonight. But your hand hasn’t moved in a long while. You can’t even remember what exactly you were to be taking notes on. You don’t know what’s wrong with you. You’re a straight A student for gods sake. College is your top priority. You don’t dabble in usual college life activities, late night parties or drunken hookups. You’ve never been distracted. Until, of course, you started taking this class. And the reason for such distraction?

 Well, he’s standing in front of the entire class, leaning back casually against his desk. Professor Salvaterre.

 He’s a good teacher- a great one actually. It’s one of the reasons why you’re so enamoured by him. That, and his looks, his voice, the way he carries himself. He makes you feel excited, a tingling excitement that seems to stem from deep in your tummy. You get hot all over whenever he praises you for getting an answer right, and when he hands you back little encouraging notes along with your marked papers. You try and remind yourself that he probably does that for everyone he teaches. Yet you can’t stifle your own mind, your thoughts about your professor becoming more and more salacious as the nights go on. You imagine him praising you…for pleasing him in more ways than simply showing how smart you are. You remind yourself to wash your pillow before you sleep tonight. After sending in your near-perfect assignment essay last night, you had gotten so riled up to thought of Professor Salvaterre marking your work on the other side of your computer screen. You could practically see his faint smile and hear his deep voice as he pointed out which parts he thought were excellent. So, you’d taken your pillow and rubbed your bare self against it, a hand slapped over your mouth so that your roommates, Aedion and Lysandra wouldn’t hear your little moans.

 Every fantasy you have is causing each class harder to sit through without your mind running wild. Which is why you’ve done nothing but stare at your professor all morning. He’s so handsome, you can’t tear your eyes away. His height is ridiculous, even from where you sit, you feel as though he’s still towering over you. You’d have to strain your neck to look into his eyes if you were standing directly in front of him. He’s dressed in his usual attire. Black slacks, tight around his large thighs, thick with muscle you believe. They bulge each time he takes a seat. A worn-out belt holds them up, he occasionally hooks his thumbs through the loops; the action makes you smile to yourself. Professor Salvaterre always shirts that are a little too small for him, sitting snug around his chest and shoulders. It’s white today. Top button undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his tanned skin littered with dark hairs. Prominent veins run down his forearms to his hands. Those huge hands, capable of smothering your own. You remember the time he read aloud to the class, making the rather large book appear tiny in his hold. You had to hold your breath each time he licked the pad of his thumb to turn a page.

 As your gaze travels up from his hands, you finally notice your professor’s dark, piercing gaze, locked directly on you. That’s when you hear him calling your name. You sit up to attention, blinking out of whatever trance you were in. Hearing someone snigger, you burn with embarrassment and fight back the urge to hide. Your professor cocks his head sympathetically, “I asked if you had the answer?” he repeats softly. The answer? What’s the answer to the question you didn’t even hear him ask? You shake your head, defeated. “I don’t know, sir. I’m sorry.” Professor Salvaterre sighs deeply, a look of disappointment washing over his features. That look alone hurts more than the embarrassment you feel. “That’s a shame,” he takes a step forward, eyes still on you, “Focus, y/n. How you participate in my class will impact your final grade.” You nod and find the ability to breathe once he tears his gaze away from you to scan the class. “That goes for all of you. Keep that in mind for next week because time is up.” Clapping his hands together, the class begins to pack up.

 You curse under your breath when you finally look down. A large splotch of ink has ruined whatever notes you had managed to take at the start of the lesson. You’ll have to ask Aedion for his, as he took this class last year. Not that you have much hope for his notes, all he ever did was complain about the subject. Sighing, you shut your notebook and shove it into your back as you prepare to leave, ready to go stow away in your bedroom for the rest of the day. At least until Lysandra and Aedion show up with takeout to make you feel better.

 As you’re making your way out, professor Salveterre calling your name yet again causes you to pause in your tracks. You turn to him, “Yes, sir?” He’s still standing by his desk, arms folded across his chest with his head tilted to look at you. “Can you stay behind a minute? I would like a word regarding your involvement in class today.” He explains, making your stomach flip as though you’re a child in trouble for getting caught lying. Nodding, you slowly make your way towards him as the last of your classmates leave. You flinch when the door clicks shut, trapping you alone with your professor. “I’m really sorry, professor. I know I should’ve been paying attention, I just- “

 “You’re a smart girl,” He silences your rambling, “Very smart.” You’re left confused as ever when he walks around his desk, tugging open his top drawer to pull out a collection of papers. Unsure of what to say, you simply watch your professor as he returns to you. “As expected, top marks. Good job, sweetheart.” You thought he was going to lecture you for being unfocused, but instead he hands you a printed copy of the essay you submitted the night before. You try to conceal how the name he used is affecting you by staring down at the paper in your hand and asking, “You’ve already marked them all?” You flick through the pages, examining his highlights, pointing out good work and a few suggestions for improvement. “Just yours. Last night.” You freeze. Skin heating, reminded of your activities as you fantasized about him marking this very essay. He was doing exactly as you’d imagined. All while you relieved yourself at the thought. You force yourself to keep turning the pages and your gaze catches at the sticky note attached with his little message for you. Letting you know how proud he is.  “Thank you, sir.” You smile to yourself. “Ah,” He catches onto what you’re smiling about, “I quite enjoy writing those for you.” Brows furrowing, you look up at your professor with a little shake of your head, “You write those for everybody.” That’s what you’ve been telling yourself anyway. But professor Salvaterre chuckles, his smirk intoxicating, “They’re reserved only for my favourite student.” Your tummy flutters wildly in response.

 He takes your stunned silence as an opportunity to take the essay from your hands and toss it onto his desk behind him. “As I said, sweetheart,” Your professor takes a step towards you, he’s so close you’re left staring at his chest, you can smell his cologne. And god, if he doesn’t stop calling you ‘sweetheart’, you’re going to melt into a puddle at his feet. “You’re a smart girl. A good girl.” Your lips part in a silent gasp, a blush tinting your cheeks. You feel his eyes on you, yet you can’t raise your chin and let him see what his words do to you. He’s your professor. That’s all. This is just your mind acting crude. “But you were distracted today, that’s what you were going to say, right? What I want to know, is why.” And finally, here it is. The lecture you’ve been expecting. But before you can start apologizing, come up with a silly excuse and promise to never do it again…he continues. “Does it have anything to do with the way you’ve been staring at me all morning?”

 Guilt eats you from the inside out. You’ve been caught for something highly inappropriate. You chew on your bottom lip as your mind races with the possible outcomes of this. “I’ve noticed your eyes on me for a while now,” He adds. You have to turn your head to the side as tears bite at your eyes, threatening to spill. Distractions get you in trouble. You’ve managed to avoid them for so long, you should’ve known this would happen. “I’m sorry,” You whisper, attempting to keep your voice from wavering. You hear him sigh and you jump, startled when you feel warm fingers grasping your chin. “Oh, sweetheart,” he moves your head, tilting your chin up until he can see your face. When you finally look at him, you find your professor smirking down at you, “Why do you think I leave those notes for you if I don’t enjoy seeing you get all flustered?”

 A stray tear falls when you blink at him in surprise, trying to work out whether this is really happening or if it’s another erotic dream. His thumb catches the tear, wiping it into your skin when he strokes your cheek. This can’t be real, he’s your- he’s your teacher. But he’s been doing everything possible to obtain a reaction from you, he wanted this to happen. As if sensing your thoughts, “That’s right, sweetheart. I’ve been watching you too. How could I not? You’ve always been my good girl, my perfect student.” Your heart is pounding so hard, you’re almost sure he can hear it. He looks amused, watching you realize that he’s just as consumed with desire for you as you are with him. His hand slips to the back of your neck, using his gentle grip to tug you closer. You gasp, hands landing on his chest to steady yourself. “You’ve been so good for so long. And I had a special reward in mind for you today, sweetheart.” How is this happening? How have you let yourself be lured in like prey? You’re a lamb, chasing happily after the butterfly of reward and praise, unaware of the wolf waiting ever so patiently to pounce when you stumble. And once his teeth have sunk, there’s no escaping. “But you just had to misbehave this morning, didn’t you?”

 The wolf’s teeth have found their mark. His grip on the back of your neck tightens, causing a whimper to escape. You didn’t expect to feel to wounded knowing your professor is disappointed in you. Fresh tears line your eyes, it’s taking all your strength to hold them at bay. You can’t deny you haven’t secretly dreamt of this moment for months, dreamt of that special reward. And now to hear that he’s changed his mind due to your misconduct? The humiliation is unbearable. Here you stand, pressing close to your college professor, tiptoeing on a line that will be impossible to come back from if you were to cross over. But you’re willing to do anything if it means he’ll forgive you. “Please, Sir. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Your voice wobbles, a sob threatening to break free.

 “I know, sweetheart,” He sighs, stepping out of the way so he can use his hold to move you as he wishes, “I know it was a mistake, you didn’t mean it.” Your professor walks you forward, until your hips are pressing against the edge of his desk. Then you feel the heat of him behind you, leaning down so his lips hover right by your ear. “But I need you to understand that bad girls don’t get rewards. Bad girls, get punished. Is that what you need?” His breath against your skin makes you shiver, and you nod with a pout on your lips. “Say it.”

 “Yes, sir. I deserve to be punished,” You can’t fight the anticipation crawling down your spine. Who knew the thought of him punishing you would get you just as excited? Maybe even a little more. It’s exhilarating. “That’s right,” You can hear the smirk in his voice, “Now, if you can take your punishment like a good girl…then you might find yourself with a little reward after all.” Your professor’s hand is hot against your back as he pushes you down over his desk, your upper body sprawled across his paperwork. Your heart has never beat so fast, you have no idea what he’s going to do to you. Yet you’re nodding, almost babbling, “I can, sir, I will. I’ll be good, I promise.” His praise his too good to lose, you’ll do anything for him.

 He only laughs at your eagerness to please him. You jump, feeling warm fingertips brushing the back of your bare thighs. Being bent over your professor’s desk has caused your skirt to ride up, the curve of your behind just visible below the hem. His fingers reach the fabric, and you forget how to breathe, yet lust overtakes any doubts in your mind. Professor Salvaterre curses when he flips your skirt up, exposing the cute, cotton panties hugging your ass so perfectly. “Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he groans, taking handfuls of your plump flesh in his grip. You whine in response, body subconsciously pushing back against him. Your professor sighs, fondling your ass softly in his palms. “Remember, sweetheart. I’m doing this for your benefit,” He warns before his touch leaves you, you’re about to turn your head to look at him before you’re taken by surprise. Pain blossoming across your backside.

 The harsh, sudden spank causes your whole body to tense up, a loud yelp caught in your throat. Eyes watering, you press your forehead to his desk. He soothes the sting by rubbing circles over your skin, “I know it hurts, but you need to learn. How are you going to remain my perfect little student if I let you get away with being distracted in class? So, as much as I want to worship your pretty little body, I’m still your teacher and I want you to do well.” He’s right. He’s always right. With a nod, you widen the stance of your legs, prepared to endure your punishment. “Good girl.” The praise shoots between your legs, allowing you to feel a moment of pleasure before he lands the next spank. Right over the previous one. You hiccup, tears slipping down your cheeks.

 He doesn’t give you a moments break before he spanks you for a third time, harder than before. You squirm, hips digging painfully into the edge of the desk as you try to escape the stinging. “Shh, sweetheart, I know. Just two more and you’re all done,” He coos, rubbing your poor, tender ass, “You’re doing so well.” As much as your punishment hurts, there’s a pulsing between your legs that’s only becoming stronger, begging to be relieved. Two more. That’s all. And then maybe your professor will give you the reward you so desperately want.

 The final two spanks have your silent tears dripping onto the essay paper on the desk. It’s yours. You watch the bright red A blurs on the page as you attempt to calm your breathing. The stringing numbing down to a dull throb. Professor Salvaterre runs his fingers over your skin, admiring the handprints bruising your backside. “I’m almost sad we don’t have class tomorrow, sweetheart. It would be so amusing to watch you squirm knowing I’m the reason it hurts to sit this pretty little ass in your seat,” he hums as he thinks about it. And you whine quietly, you’re going to have to use a pillow to sit down for the next couple days. He hears the sound and pulls you up from his desk, “C’mere, little girl. You’re all done.” He turns you to face him, hand rising to your cheek, like he’s going to wipe away your tears. But he pauses before his skin can meet yours, his eyes roaming your face, as if he enjoys the sight of you crying. His palm cups the side of your neck instead. “Learnt anything from today?”

 You nod, letting your arms wrap around his waist, “When I’m a good girl, you reward me,” you sniffle, pouting, “And when I’m a bad girl, you punish me.” Your professor chuckles, free hand playing with the hem of your skirt. “That’s right. And you’re going to be good from now on, hm? And give me an excuse to do everything I want to your pretty little body?” He asks, fingers slipping beneath your skirt, sliding slowly up. You gasp when he makes contact with your damp, panties. “Yes!” You almost cry out, “Yes, sir.” His smirk is deadly, “You took your punishment well, sweetheart. What do you want as your reward?” he your clothed heat, feeling your wetness seep through the cotton.

 “I want-“ You swallow, finding yourself breathless from the way your professor is touching your most intimate places, “I want to kiss you…please?” His expression softens as your innocence shines through, he wasn’t expecting such a small and simple request. He leans down, granting your request, his eyes search yours before he presses his lips to yours. Not having much experience, you’re aware you’re not a very good kisser. Yet he doesn’t seem to mind, guiding your lips with his in slow, gentle movements. Your grip on his waist tightens, your mind still unable to process that this is really happening.

 Your lips part in a moan as his fingers press against your clit, and your professor takes that as an opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth. His thumb pushes your chin up, tilting your head back to allow him to deepen the kiss. His tongue is warm and wet, gliding over yours. He’s confident whereas you’re shy, your tongue tentatively brushing his, stuttering with each circle of his fingers over your sensitive clit. You’re gasping and whining into his mouth, trying your hardest to keep up with his kisses. But his fingers feel so good, never slowing as he plays with your pulsing nub, sending pleasure spiraling through your veins. It tightens over and over in the pit of your tummy, making your muscles begin to tense up. You let yourself get lost in him, focusing on the pleasure his mouth and fingers are giving you. Your professor kisses you passionately while he winds your body up like a clock. You’re whimpers pass into his mouth, he’s hungrily swallowing each one down, tongue always coming back for more.

 Your thighs quiver. You feel his hand leaving your neck to wrap his arm around your waist, keeping you steady. You can feel your peak swiftly approaching, keeping up with his tongue becoming more and more difficult. He can feel you struggling and smirks, “There it is, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your lips, “You’re almost there.” Your hands move to grip his arms, nails digging into him as he takes you higher. You feel his muscles moving from the hand buried beneath your skirt. He lays his forehead against your temple to watch every reaction on your face, his nose presses against your cheek, his hot breaths heating your skin.

 Your eyes squeeze shut when your climax begins to wash over your body. It hits you in waves, each one sending a small jolt through you. You’re glad he’s there to hold you upright, otherwise your knees would’ve buckled and sent you falling to the floor. Your breaths are labored, coming out in short gasps for air. In and out. You remind yourself when you feel as though you’re going to stop breathing altogether. “Good girl,” your professor praises, helping you through it all.

 He removes his hand from between your legs when your body relaxes, having ridden out the very last aftershocks. Professor Salvaterre straightens, towering over you once again. Your face heats as you think about all that has just occurred. From your college professor spanking you to making cum in your panties. You don’t know whether to be happy or ashamed. “You feel okay, little lamb?” he asks, taking a step back to really get a look at you. You can’t help the grin when you nod, lost for words. He laughs, brushing a stray strand of your hair out of your face, “Sweetheart. That was only a taster of what I’m going to do to you.”

 You smile drops, as does your tummy. He makes you feel so aroused with just a few simple words. Yet, you’re relieved to know that this isn’t just a one time thing. And it makes you excited for the next time you see him, you’ll be on your bestest behaviour if it means he’ll make you feel like this again. “You’ll have to run along now. I’ve got another class to teach soon,” he sighs, both of you clearly disappointed with having to leave each other. Your chin bobs, “Yes, professor,” you try a step, doing your best not to squirm due to the dampness between your legs. “I think you’re allowed to call me Lorcan now,” he- Lorcan tells you.

 That brings back your smile, “I’ll see you next week…Lorcan.” His name rolls off your tongue so easily, so perfectly. Lorcan smirks once again, “I like hearing you say that,” he chuckles before sighing, “I’ll see you next lesson, little lamb. Behave.” He adds, patting your ass to hear you hiss. To make you remember exactly what will happen if you don’t…