#manon x reader

[shadowdaddies]

May you please write Manon x sunshine girl reader where she begs Manon to take her with her to one of her meetings in terrasen maybe and Manon eventually says yes and the whole time they are in the meeting Manon has her on her lap and def glares at anyone who looks too long lollol

Literally everyone (Aelin, Rowan, Dorian etc.) is like shocked because they didn’t know Manon has a mate and how this ray of sunshine is with a whole man eater lolol

this is such a cute prompt 💜 love Manon with a sunshine gf

Golden

Manon x Reader fluff

“Love, would you please let me join you in this meeting?” you pleaded, tugging Manon closer by her hands, giving her your best doe eyes as you batted your lashes at her.

With a wry smirk, Manon brought a hand to your hair, running her fingers through as she moved to cup your cheek. “Why would you want to go? I don’t even want to go. It’ll be boring political talk-“ she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Gods, it’s stressing me out just thinking about it.”

Pulling her hand away from her face, you smiled brightly, rocking back and forth on your heels in eagerness. “Exactly! But I can be there to make it less terrible. And I’m happy to go wherever you go,” you murmured, twining your fingers with hers as you leaned close, lips almost brushing.

“That does make for a tempting offer,” she murmured, golden eyes shimmering as she leaned forward, lips brushing against yours tenderly. 

You followed Manon down the hall of the castle towards the room where the meeting was being held, rushing forward to take her hand in yours, rubbing your thumb against her skin in comfort. The beautiful witch maintained a stern expression, but you felt her muscles relax under your touch as the two of you entered the room.

Four heads turned towards you, all of them standing around the table. Each of them wore curious expressions, and you watched as the striking blonde’s turquoise eyes flicked down to your joined hands, an amused smile on her full lips. Her eyes slid to Manon, grin broadening into something mischievous.

“Manon,” she purred. “I don’t believe I’ve met your friend.” Manon sighed, rolling her eyes as she gestured towards the people around you.

First indicating towards the blonde, Manon drawled, “this is Aelin, her husband, Rowan,” and turning towards the two men next to them, she continued, “and this is Dorian and Fenrys.” 

Dorian reached out a hand towards you, but you ignored it as you charged at him, wrapping your arms around the man in a warm hug. “I’ve heard so much about all of you! It’s so lovely to finally meet you!” you gushed, hugging each of them, oblivious to their shock and amusement.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Manon interrupted, prompting everyone to take their seats. Pulling out her seat, you instinctively took a spot on her lap, curling your legs up as you wrapped your arms around her neck. 

Resting your head against her chest, you listened quietly as the Erilean rulers discussed politics and trade. You couldn’t help your proud smile as Manon spoke, the sheer authority she exuded. Absentmindedly, you braided her long white hair, admiring her beauty and the soothing timber of her voice as she spoke. 

You’d nearly drifted off to sleep when something bumped against your foot, rousing you from your half-wake state. Looking down, you saw a dog with golden fur and caramel eyes staring up at you. 

“Oh, aren’t you beautiful!” you cooed, jumping to the floor as you petted the pup, giggling as she licked your face. 

“That’s Fleetfoot,” Aelin spoke, a fond smile on her features as she watched the dog lean its head against your shoulder, nudging you in request for more scratches. 

“Fleetfoot, what a sweetheart,” you murmured, letting the dog rest her head in your lap as you continued showing her love. 

“She doesn’t usually take to strangers so quickly,” Rowan noted, Aelin nodding in agreement. 

“It seems like you have a talent for earning affection from... those less inclined to affection,” Fenrys teased, throwing you a wink as Manon glared at him. 

“I’ve had enough of all of you for tonight,” Manon grumbled, standing up from her seat as she reached for your hand. You took hold of hers, leaning into the witch’s side as you bid the others a good night.

“Your friends are so lovely, Manon! We should get a dog,” you noted, practically skipping down the hall back towards your shared bedroom.

“They are not my friends. And we already have Abraxos,” Manon retorted. 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you flashed her a playful grin. “Sure, those aren’t your friends,” you said in a sarcastic tone. “I had a wonderful time. Thank you for letting me join you,” you continued, eyes turning soft as you became more serious.

Manon stopped, pulling you to her as her hands threaded in your hair. “Thank you, for being there for me. I love you,” she whispered, leaning down as she began peppering kissed along your jaw, down your neck.

A whimper escaped you, the need to have her alone suddenly the only thing on your mind. Breathlessly, you tugged her away only to pull her along with you down the hall. “Let’s go back to the room and I’ll show you just how much I love you, too.”

[throneofsapphics]

Oh can you please do Manorian x pregnant reader!! Like how you did with rowaelin

our little witchling 

poly!Manorian x Pregnant Reader

(part two)

Summary: You followed her gaze - stuck on your hand, covering your belly. You quickly moved it, tucking the tunic back down, but she would have noticed the shift in your scent by now. 

Warnings: minor injury, protectiveness

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N: thank you for requesting it! I love writing them. 

You sat on the couch, carefully tracing the small bump showing in your belly - almost imperceptible, your clothing still hid it, and you’d barely noticed it at first - assuming you were just bloating. But then the time for your period came, and left. 

Manon and Dorian had both been away for a while, and you still debated on whether or not to tell them. You hadn’t taken any tests either, not wanted to confirm it. You knew Manon wanted a witchling, for a while, and they hadn’t exactly been trying, but hadn’t not been trying. In your case, you missed one tonic - and now had a small bump growing in your stomach. 

You didn’t mention the missed period to them - they were gone when it would have happened. And, it still could be a coincidence. Stress, different kinds of tonics, diet changes … but none of those made sense to you. None seemed to apply. 

The second one came and gone. You used the bits of magic you have to keep your scent under wraps - to prevent Manon from noticing. Maybe it was wrong of you, maybe a mistake, but a small part of you was scared of her reaction. You had no idea what it would be. Or Dorian’s either. There was some fear inside you, fear that they would thing you did this on purpose, even though it was just one missed tonic, that’s all it took. 

The second period went - their schedules lining up so they missed that as well, and you finally decided to get tested, and made your way down to the castle healer - your heart beating louder with each step, each stair you took, each hallway you turned down. 

-

“I need … to see if I’m pregnant.” You muttered quietly, once it was just you and her in a room. “And I want to be discreet.” 

She swallowed harshly, but nodded. A few minutes later, she told you. You were already nearly certain, but the official announcement had you bursting in tears. 

She sat next to you, rubbing comforting circles into your back, and let you cry on her shoulder. 

“Do you know how far along you are?” 

“Maybe two to three months.” 

She clicked her tongue, “you should’ve come sooner.” 

“I know.” You loosed a long breath. 

“Please keep it to yourself.” Your eyes dug into yours, and she hesitated a moment before agreeing. 

Thankfully, she didn’t ask too many more questions - about your hesitancy, why you burst into tears, why you’d waited so long. 

You made it back to your rooms, tears dried and face clear of any evidence you had been crying. 

You pulled your tunic up slightly, spotting the small bump, and traced your fingers over it again. Slowly, you drifted off into a deep sleep, one hand resting against your belly. 

-

Manon and Dorian intended to surprise you, returning a day early. They carefully opened and closed the door, finding you dozing off on the couch. 

A smile fell over Dorian’s lips - seeing you so peaceful, hair flowing around your face, lips slightly parted, and steady even breaths. He noticed Manon going rigid next to him, and watching where her eyes traced - to the hand covering your stomach. 

Manon’s eyes were wide, and he saw her sniff the air slightly. “Pregnant,” she said quietly, turning to face him. “Did you know.” 

He shook his head, rounding the couch to crouch down next to you, pushing a stray strand of hair out of your face, “y/n.” 

Your eyes blinked open, still half-lidded, and a sleepy smile crossed her face. “Early,” you mumbled, pressing your cheek into the pillow. Your neck craned, spotting Manon still frozen near the door. He noticed your eyes widen at her stance. 

-

You didn’t expect them to be back until tomorrow, and the sight of Dorian crouched next to you, his eyes soft and a smile across his lips, warmed something in your heart, and you turned to find Manon. She was frozen, eyes wide and body rigid. Something like fear ran through you. You followed her gaze - stuck on your hand, covering your belly. You quickly moved it, tucking the tunic back down, but she would have noticed the shift in your scent by now. 

“How,” Manon cleared her throat. You’d never heard her sound that uncertain or hesitant, “How long have you known?” 

“I found out for certain today.” 

-

Manon’s head spun. A witchling. Not technically a witchling - but a witchling to her. And y/n, pregnant. You said you only found out for certain today, but she got the sense you’ve known for longer than that. Her eyes narrowed, “How long have you known?” 

“A few weeks,” you whispered, and she scented your fear. Fear of what? 

“Why are you scared?” Dorian cut her a harsh look, but she didn’t take her eyes off of you. 

“I didn’t know how …” Silver threatened to line her eyes, and Manon took a few steps forward, doing her best not to seem threatening. 

“How we would react.” Dorian finished her sentence for her. 

“It was an accident, I swear.” A small tear dripped down your pretty face, and Manon felt something inside of her break. You thought she’d be mad at you, mad because … 

She crossed the rest of the space in the room, moving quickly enough neither you or Dorian could react, and ran her fingers through your hair. Something she’d learned would calm you, put you at ease, and sure enough it did.

“I would never be mad at you for this.” Her eyes drifted to your stomach, and she leaned over you, pulling it up slightly. That small bump, a little witchling growing inside. A fierce protectiveness settled over her. And they’d been gone so much in the last few months. That would change, she wouldn’t leave your side, not if she could help it, until she knew both you and the babe would be safe. 

-

Gods, you felt so relieved at her reaction. You didn’t know exactly how she would react - and maybe that’s what scared you the most. 

“You should’ve told us sooner.” Her voice was harsh. Biting, and you frowned. “It’s dangerous. Pregnancy.” Dorian didn’t interrupt her, but took your hand, squeezing lightly. His face told you he felt the same way, but wouldn’t interrupt Manon - that never ended well. 

“I’m fine.” You protested, and Dorian squeezed your hand lightly. A warning. You looked directly into those burnt gold eyes. Not anger or fury, but worry. When was the last time you saw Manon worried? You can’t remember. “I have both of you, I’ll be fine.” That must’ve been the right thing to say, because a bit of tension left her shoulders. 

-

It took a few weeks before Manon or Dorian would leave you alone. As in actually leave your side for more than a few minutes. They alternated their schedules so each of them would be able to be with you, at any given time, and you spent time in both the Witch Kingdom, and Adarlan. 

You caught Dorian reading a few books on pregnancy and chuckled. 

“There’s healers for that,” you leaned over his shoulder, pressing a small kiss to your cheek, and running fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch, but kept reading. Nothing could convince him to return those books back to the library. 

-

A few months later, a ball was coming up, and there was no avoiding the bump showing in your stomach now, so you found the perfect dress to meld around it, showing it off. 

This time, you didn’t have to convince Manon to show up. It was her event after all, at least partly. For both the courtiers of Adarlan, and some representatives of the Witch Kingdom. A very stressful event for both to plan, and to make sure no blood was shed by the end of it. 

You laughed with some friends, sipping on cherry juice instead of wine, and thanked every person who came up to congratulate you - the muscles on your cheeks starting to ache by the end of the night as you plastered a kind smile on your face. 

You finally got your chance to slip away, and took it. Your eyes were focused solely on the door, and on getting back to your room to rest, that you missed dodging around the person in your past. Before you could right yourself - your sense of balance has been off the last few months, you hit the floor, thankfully your hip first. The entire room seemed to go silent. Oh Gods this would not end well, Manon and Bronwen made it their first, quickly followed by Dorian, helping you to your feet. 

Manon looked at the man, who was stumbling out apologies, like he would be her next meal, you glanced at Bronwen urgently, and she got the message - somehow managing to drag Manon out of the room, as Dorian lifted you into his arms. Thankfully you were already close to the door, but the look Dorian gave the man was nearly as deadly as Manon’s. 

-

Manon paced the room, complete bloodlust in her eyes - Bronwen standing between her and the door. They were in a heated argument when she heard a set of footsteps approaching, and scented both you and Dorian. 

“They need you.” Bronwen emphasized, stepping aside and opening the door, before quickly slipping out. 

-

“For Gods sake, please don’t call a healer,” you groaned as you entered the room - Dorian refusing to let you walk. He carried you right to the bed, laying you carefully on your right side - the one that didn’t hit the ground. 

“Manon,” you called softly - seeing the pure bloodlust in her eyes. If she got close to that man … he would be dead without another thought. You held out your hand. “Come here please.” 

You knew Dorian was just as angry, but he kept a better lid on it, for now. She approached stiffly, taking your hand, you guided hers over your stomaching - feeling the babe kick just as you did. 

“We’re both fine.” You turned your head to Dorian, hoping to get his confirmation. You felt the soft caress of his magic as soon as you laid down. 

“Fine,” He said as a muscle in his jaw ticked. 

“Sit with me, sit with us.” You scooted back slightly to make room for her, and she did. A bit of tension seemed to leave her as she rested her hand on your stomach, even as you removed your own. Dorian’s hand joined hers, his thumb running back and forth.

“I’m tired,” you mumbled, and let them both take care of you - changing you out of that gown, taking the pins out of your hair, slipping a night dress over you. “Stay.” You almost begged as you crawled back in the bed. “Both of you.” Mostly because you wanted them to, but partially to save that man's life as well.  

They both ran gentle strokes over your body, avoiding the sore area, and letting you melt into their bodies, drifting off to sleep. 

[jeannineee]

Hello, can I please request Manon x Dorian x reader with #2,9,20 and I, H??

Your writing is the best 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Little Thing

Manon x Dorian x Reader

a/n: I need to be sandwiched between manon and Dorian 😞. Requests are open still!! I have works coming for Azriel and Ruhn. This was so hot wow.

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

I: Threesome/Foursome

H: Edging

2: “Making such a mess, baby.”

9: “Think you can take both of us?”

20: “Stay still or I won’t let you come.”

~~~~~~~~~

You weren’t entirely sure how you managed to find yourself in a relationship with Manon Blackbeak and Dorian Havilliard.

But gods be damned if you weren’t going to take full advantage of the situation.

The feeling of Dorian’s plump lips trailing your neck brought you out of your thoughts.

“Think you can take both of us?” Dorian asked, as though you weren’t already naked on their bed, splayed out like a work of art for them to admire.

You nodded eagerly.

Manon’s sultry laugh sounded from behind you, where you leaned back against her chest. Her hands ran along your sides, her fingers moving to circle your clit. “Already so wet for us,” she cooed, pinching your nipples with her free hand.

They both smiled at your gasps of pleasure. Dorian spread your legs further, giving Manon better access.

“Such a needy little thing,” Dorian said, easily sliding two fingers into your soaking entrance.

You cried out as the two of them worked at your cunt, Dorian’s free hand holding your hip tightly to keep you from squirming.

“Stay still or I won’t let you come,” Manon hissed in your ear, slowing her movements.

“Be nice,” Dorian said to her. “She’s doing so well for us.”

As Manon toyed with your clit, Dorian’s fingers curled against your spongy walls, causing your cunt to clench around him. “Gonna come for us?” he asked teasingly, fingers working faster now.

“Yes, gods, yes, fuck!” you sputtered as they brought you through your orgasm, Dorian murmuring words of praise as you squeezed his fingers.

As your body stilled, Manon moved from behind you, to your side. “I think she wants your cock,” she said to Dorian, before pressing her lips to his in a hungry kiss.

Dorian pulled away from Manon after a few moments, spreading your legs further. He rubbed the tip of his cock through your slit as Manon positioned herself above your face, her cunt glistening with arousal.

Manon turned to watch as Dorian slid into you, your eyes rolling back into your head as your cunt stretched to accommodate his size.

Manon met your eyes again, her voice slightly mocking. “Making such a mess of his cock, baby. He hasn’t even fucked you yet.”

Manon sat fully on your face, then, and you put your tongue to work immediately, swiping through her folds as she ground against you.

A stifled cry came from you as Dorian set a quick pace, his cock hitting against that spot that had you seeing stars.

The only sounds in the room were your shared moans, and skin against skin as the three of you chased your pleasure.

Manon tugged at your hair as you sucked harshly on her clit. “There you go, just like that. Fuck, I’m gonna come!” she cried out as she reached her peak, riding your face until she was shuddering above you.

Dorian gripped your thighs tightly as he pounded into you, his own release imminent as he brought a hand to rub your clit.

Manon moved to your side again, her fingers twisting at your nipples, lips sucking your neck. “Can you come on his cock for me?” she whispered in your ear, in a voice that sounded like pure sin.

You came undone as soon as the words left her lips, your cunt clamping down on Dorian’s cock as his own orgasm ripped through him. He continued thrusting until you were whimpering beneath him, his release seeping out of you.

You were in such a haze that you barely noticed as Dorian pulled out, walking to the bathroom to get a cloth.

Manon pulled you against her as Dorian cleaned the two of you, her lips placing soft kisses along your cheek.

By the time Dorian climbed into bed on the opposite side of you, you had already fallen asleep.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

can i request some fluff for manon x fem!reader? like, her cuddling with reader and being really sweet and possessive

Late night cuddles

Manon always found her way to you. It didn't matter if you were in the middle of a war camp. Back in the keep. Happy sprawled out in your bed. She always no matter what - found herself walking to you. It's like her mind, heart, and soul called for it.

It was strange to her how before you two had met, she was sure that she needed no one. Manon held her heart close to her chest. It was her and hers only. But then you came around and it all flipped. Her heart now fully beating for you. So it's an absolute no-brainer that all the witch wanted at the end of the day was to hold you.

Manon carefully opened the door to your bedchamber. Popping her head inside, she scanned the room. The candles were barely illuminating the room. And her ears easily picked up on the steady breathing of your heart. You were asleep. Well, it wasn't too surprising. The night was in full swing by now. Moon high up in the sky.

Manon quickly stripped off her clothes, only keeping a big white tunic on as she made her way to you. Soon. Soon she would feel whole again. Her body would stop airing. It always did when you held her. When she felt you. When you warmed Manon's cold soul.

You stirred as if your body, even in deep sleep still recognized your lover. Manon stilled, she didn't want to wake you up, but once she saw your tired eyes looking at her, she realized just how much she needed that. "Go back to sleep", Manon muttered, pushing her long, white hair to the side as she slipped under the covers. "How was the meeting?", you asked sleepily and Mano instantly stiffened, making you frown. Bad then. And as much as you wanted to ask her about it, you knew that now was simply not the time.

So you reached out for her hand, "I missed you. Bed is so cold without you", you muttered, turning to her. The witch cackled, "Well, if you closed the windows...", you rolled your eyes at that comment, sticking out your tongue. "Big spoon or little spoon?", you asked Manon, you had a feeling about what the answer would be and you weren't wrong.

"Big spoon. Want to hold you", Manon admitted, and you instantly moved to lay down to your side. Waiting for Manon to wrap her arms around you. She breathed in your scent, leaving a couple of kisses on your shoulder, before kissing the side of your head. "You know that I love you, right?", she questioned quietly. You turned your head ever so slightly, just so you could meet her eyes, "I do and I love you just as much, sweetie", you breathed, leaning forward to kiss her lips softly.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

could i please request one where manon is mated to a sensitive reader, she’s quiet and like hyperfeminine. She’s not a warrior or fighter, she’s an academic and hates fights. When they first met reader was getting hit on by some drunk men who dragged her outside a bar and manon saw this and saved her. Ever since then reader has been protected by manon and the bond snaps for them🥺🥺🥺 protective manon😍😍😍 literally someone jokes with her too much or says something mean and she gets tears in her eyes. relatable 🙃

author note:hii anon!! thank you so much for your request, i loved to write this

𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

WARNINGS: mentions of violece, mostly fluff

Manon never thought her partner would be so feminine. She was a warrior, she had been trained to be a killing weapon and yet here you were, filling every room you entered with light.

You were sleeping peacefully next to her, your pink nightgown hugged every part of your body, your braid fell over your shoulder and the smell of your favorite soap that you used last night intoxicated Manon's senses.

She still remembered the night she met you. She was walking through the streets of Rifthold. Dorian had called all the rulers of Erilea and the Southern Continent to arrange some treaties. She was walking through one of the slums. The quality of life had changed drastically since Dorian took over as king, although there were still poor and rich people, the effort to create a better world was flourishing. Bars and taverns in full swing, music coming out of each of them, drunks lying in the streets, and then he saw you.

You had been inside one of the many taverns in that neighborhood with some friends, the sleeves of your long dress fit your thin arms and the flight of your skirt created a waterfall over your legs. It was late, the next day you had to work and although your friends insisted that you stay a little longer, in the end you convinced them, promising to stay another day.

That's when you ran into him. An older man, clearly drunk, tried several times to buy you a drink, you tried to ignore him but he was too insistent, so much so that he even followed you out onto the street. He grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him in order to give you a kiss. Shaking you tried to get him off of you and then you felt her behind you. Her presence was imposing on the entire street. With supernatural strength, she pushed the man away from you, slamming him against the wall. You had never seen anyone as beautiful as her. Not even the goddesses came close to her beauty.

Your fae senses picked up on what it was, witch. The man fled scared and your rescuer turned to you. Her golden eyes locked onto yours and a small thread began to grow inside you.

That same night, Manon took you to her room in the castle, and ordered the healers to take care of the bruise on your arm, as well as inspect you for any further injuries.

Since then Manon has not left you for a second. Months later, you accepted the mating bond and she made you her queen.

She noticed how you moved slightly, indicating that you were about to wake up. She moved the braid away from your shoulder, creating abstract patterns. You smiled sleepily, slowly opening your eyes.

"Good morning angel"

“Good morning,” you murmured, hiding in Manon’s shoulder.

You notice how her hands caress your back with a softness that is inappropriate for her. You hold her face with your hands and bring her closer to meet your lips. Manon loved the softness of your lips and the sweetness with which you kissed. You are so fragile, so feminine, so sweet that she promised to protect you from all the evils in the world and after all these years together, Manon had kept her promise.

You move away from Manon and get out of bed to go clean yourself. Halfway there you let out a small scream accompanied by a laugh as Manon had picked you up and was entering the bathroom with you on her shoulder.

Manon couldn't be happier to have you, and she showed it to you every day.

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

[danikamariewrites]

I absolutely adored more pink and would love another one with the same sensitive pink loving reader. Maybe they get into an argument or smth?? Whatever you write I’ll eat it up

Feeling Blue

Manon x reader

A/n: thank you💕 I love this dynamic with Manon

Warnings: Angst to fluff

Manon was having a bad day and you were hell bent on fixing it. You hated seeing your mate upset or angry over something you could easily fix.

Usually when Manon gets in one of these moods it’s over random paper work or someone not cooperating with her. This time it was mindless paperwork that you could easily get done for her.

You waited just down the hall from Manon’s office, waiting for her to leave so you could sneak in. The door banged open and you jump, biting your lip so you don’t scream.

Watching her retreating back you notice her shoulders are tense. You’ll have to force her to relax tonight. Snapping out of your thoughts you tip toe into your mates office.

Just as you collected the papers Manon came back, stopping in the doorway letting out an annoyed huff. “Y/n,” she groans out, rubbing her temples. “Why are you in my office taking things?” Manon is practically screaming. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this. Maybe you should’ve asked Asterin or Sorrel to help.

You worry your lip as you fight back tears, blinking furiously. Stuttering to find your words. Manon stomps over to you, towering over you, putting her hands on her hips as she waits for your answer.

The scowl on her face is terrifying. You gently placed the papers down with shaking hands. Quickly whispering out an apology you flee from the room so Manon wouldn’t see your tears. The last thing you wanted was for her to feel guilty.

On your way back to your shared living quarters you bumped into Vesta. The witch grabbed you by your arms, steadying you. “I’m sorry y/n I didn’t see you.” She chuckled. “It’s ok, my fault I wasn’t looking.” You say, wiping at your tears.

Vesta noticed and started panicking, “Does Manon know you’re upset? Who made you cry?” She asked rapidly. You shook your head no. “She doesn’t know I’m crying. She yelled but I get it, she’s stressed. I was just trying to help I just did the wrong thing…” Vesta let a long sigh out through her nose.

“Go wait in your room. I’ll talk to Manon.” You nod, keeping your eyes on the floor as you walk. Once you close the door you fling yourself on the couch letting your sobs out. Why would she yell at you? Manon never yells at you, no matter what.

An hour later, your tears dried up, you’re curled up on the couch watching the fire in the hearth crackle. You hear the door open but don’t bother to look up. You don’t particularly feel like being nice to Manon.

The couch dips with her weight as she sits on the other side. “Baby, can we talk?” Manon asks, sounding unsure of herself. You let out a small hum in response. “I’m so sorry I yelled earlier. I never should’ve done that.” Thick tears start to fall from your eyes.

You look at her with sad, doe eyes and her heart breaks. Manon never wanted you to look like this because of her. “I just wanted to help,” you whisper. Manon swears she feels her soul leave her body. She didn’t realize you had been helping her with the small stuff that took up her time these past few months.

Manon scoots closer to you. “Oh baby, come here.” She opens her arms for you to climb on to her lap. You rest your head on her chest as Manon plays with your hair, gently rocking you in her arms. She whispers sweet nothings as you calm down again.

“Are you still mad at me?” You mumble against her leathers. Her head shakes, ruffling your hair. “Not at all baby. I could never be mad at you.” You let out a breathy laugh. “Promise you’ll never yell at me again.”

Manon holds your face between her hands, tilting your face to look at hers. “I swear on the Three Faced Goddess, I will never ever yell at you again. No matter what.” She leaves a small kiss on your forehead before pulling you back to her chest.

[zoyaofthegardvn]

The Queen's Maidservant

Manon Blackbeak x reader

CW: Smut! 18+ pleaseee

In which Manon requests for you, a maidservant, to assist her during a bath :)

You stand hesitant outside of your Queen's bathing chamber, head lowered, hand ready to knock. Asterin, the Second in Command to the Witch Queen, had fetched you from where you had been working in the kitchens. The girls you had been working with, laughing with, all giggled and mocked you with cries of "Ooooo's" when they'd heard that the Queen had specifically requested that you be at her service this evening.

They guessed that you were in some sort of trouble. The Queen rarely calls on servants and maids, being too independent, too private to desire any assistance. Instead, you and most of the servants were free to roam the castle, the lands, as you pleased, so long as some work got done.

When Manon Blackbeak had been crowned the Witch Queen, everyone had been nervous, at first. But she'd made the Witchlands a place to thrive, and be happy. That didn't mean that Manon was any less terrifying, though.

You had swatted at your girl friends with a wet rag, giving them a stern look for antagonizing you in front of the Second in Command, who you surely thought would deem the lot of you as immature. But Asterin just huffed a laugh, then left, knowing you were going to listen.

As you made your way to the Queen's wing of the castle, you racked your brain, wondering what you possibly could have done wrong. You had served the Queen before, many times, actually, more than anyone else. Bringing her food, mending the saddle she used for her mount, Abraxos. Sometimes, the Queen would send you to deliver a letter to another part of the castle. Or, she'd send you to find a book for her in the library. Once, she even had you choose what poor, unlucky man was going to be her meal for the evening.

She wasn't unkind to you. Impatient, curt, bossy, yes. But never unkind. You had certainly done more tasks for her than any of the other maidservants. You wondered if you had somehow, unknowingly, broken the sliver of trust the Queen seemed to have in you.

When you arrived at the door to her bedroom, you had knocked softly with a call of "My Queen?" When you didn't receive a response, you had gently pushed open the door that had been cracked open. She wasn't anywhere to be seen, until you noticed the soft light from underneath the door to the bathing room.

Your stomach tightened at that, thinking, surely she does not intend for me to assist her in the bath? There must have been a mistake, perhaps she needed me later this evening and Asterin had misheard.

And so now, here you are, at the door to where you know the Queen awaits you. You struggle with wanting to serve the Queen, and with wanting to respect her privacy. With curiosity about what she wants from you, and fear that you have done something to offend her.

Taking a deep breath in, you finally decide to knock. Just as you pull your hand back, prepared to lower it on the door, you hear a voice call out, "I know you're out there, Y/N. Do come in."

Your heart is hammering now. Of course she knew you had been standing outside the door, she'd probably caught your scent when you were halfway down the hallway.

Clearing your throat, you grasp the doorknob, twisting and pushing in. You briefly spot Manon's head resting on the back edge of her huge, clawfoot tub. Her eyes appeared to be closed, and you could see faint steam radiating from the tub before you dropped your head, lowered your gaze.

"M-My Queen, how may I assist you this evening?" You internally scolded yourself for stammering, not wanting to know how awkward you feel, being in the same room as the bathing Queen.

Manon releases a humming sound, and you can hear the water slosh as she moves around a bit, picking her head up from where she was resting.

"Why so formal, maidservant?" She sounds like she's teasing.

You grow flustered, confused. "I... My Queen... I do not mean any offense, and I do not wish to invade your privacy. I was fetched by your Second, she said you requested my services...?"

Manon gives a short, quick laugh. "I know why you're here."

When you don't respond right away, Manon grows impatient. "Look at me when I speak to you."

Your stomach drops, face growing hot and red. Finally, you lift your head. Manon is staring straight at you. Her white hair is wet, a few strands sticking to her face and neck. You can see her collarbones, glistening from the steam. But thankfully, the rest of her body is obscured not only by the side of the tub, by what you can tell is... bubbles. You hadn't expected to find the Witch Queen taking a bubble bath, but you suppose it does not matter if she is not going to allow you to leave this room alive.

"My apologies, my Queen. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable." You're sincere when you say this, not knowing what limits the Queen has with her servants.

One of Manon's hands, which is resting on the edge of the tub, begins to extend its claws. They're not at their full length, just slightly pointed. She clicks them against the porcelain, eyes trailing up and down your body.

"I've called you here so that you may assist me with my bath." Her voice is sharp, husky.

You try to resist the urge to screw your face in confusion, but your eyebrows furrow slightly, and you cannot help but say, "Why?"

Manon arches a pale brow, her jaw tightens. Before she can speak, you immediately attempt to counteract the damage you've done. "I-I mean, my Queen, you have not required assistance with a bath before," Manon's face doesn't look any less displeased, and so you continue, "And there isn't anything wrong with assistance, my Queen..." again, Manon just stares. "I just wonder if... you're alright. Or... why you requested that I assist you...?" Your voice trails off at the end, and you bite your lip in anticipation, expecting her to lash out at you for your insolence.

"Do you believe yourself to be in any position to question me?" Manon asks.

You swallow hard, eyes yet again returning to the ground. "No, my Queen. I am so, so sorry. I will assist you in any way you wish."

Manon does not answer for a moment, leading you to lift your head slightly, to see if she's preparing to strike. She hasn't moved from her spot, still staring at where you stand.

Finally, Manon gives one quick nod. "You cannot assist with my bath from over there, can you?"

You shake your head, "No, my Queen," stepping forward a few paces, until you're within arm's length of the tub, you ask, "Where would you like me to begin, my Queen?"

She scoffs, settling back into the tub. "I think you know what a bath entails, and stop saying 'my Queen.' I get so sick of it."

"Y-Yes, my Q-," you stop yourself before you can finish. "I mean, yes of course. My apologies."

You take just a few more steps forward, until you are standing at the edge of the tub, looking down at the Queen. Your cheeks flush red at what you can see of her body, though most is obscured by the bubbles. You can see the tops of her breast, just the very top edge of her pink nipples. Her knees are bent, her soft legs exposed, shining from the water. She's got her head resting back on the tub, a washcloth used as a cushion. Her eyes are closed, and she looks alarmingly relaxed and peaceful. You know that she's a predator, one of the most feared, but you can't help but note how vulnerable she appears.

You lower yourself onto your knees, a bit hesitant to reach out and touch her. You dip a hand into the water, testing the warmth. It is quite hot, warmer than you would make your own bath, but not unbearable.

"Shall I start with your hair...?" You speak so quietly, unwilling to disrupt the calm in the room.

Manon gives a grunt of approval, sitting up and moving forward to allow you access to her moonlit strands.

When she sits up straight, her breasts are nearly entirely exposed. You suck in a sharp breath of air, diverting your eyes elsewhere. Her breasts are full and perky, nipples soft and pretty. They glisten from the wet, stray bubbles clinging on.

After a moment of composing yourself, attempting to tame the fire in your belly, you reach a shaky hand to her long hair sticking to her back. You're sure to keep your eyes on the back of her head, resisting the urge to peer over her shoulder.

Her hair is thick and soft, and when you reach both hands forward to pull it all back from her face, you swear you hear Manon hum in content.

Grabbing the shampoo from a glass jar on a small table nearby, you dump a small amount in the palm of your hand before returning your touch to her hair. You start at her scalp, working the soap into her roots. Using your nails, you give gentle scratches to her head, starting at her temples, working until you're at the base of her neck. She bends her head forward a bit to give better access, and you move the suds down the rest of the length, hands brushing against the skin of her back.

When you're satisfied with the cleanliness, you softly ask, "Will you lean your head back, my Q-," you stop yourself before you can disobey her order, "You will you lean back, so that I can rinse?"

Manon chooses to not address your almost slip up, instead, scooting forward even more, her eyes still closed. She grasps the sides of the tub, then lays backwards until nearly her entire head is submerged. The water line dances around her face, her cheeks a bit flushed from the warmth.

At her actions, though, her entire chest has become exposed. At the sight of her breasts, you feel your stomach tighten, your arousal begin to grow. You have always found the Queen beautiful, have always been attracted to her. You never imagined you'd see this much of her.

You shake your head, fearing you have stared too long, that she'll notice where your gaze has fallen. You cup some of the warm water in your hands, careful to avoid the bubbles, and bring it to the top of her hairline. Once the top of her hair is thoroughly cleaned of shampoo, you run your hands through the hair submerged in the water. Manon's eyes flutter throughout the process, but they do not open.

Finally, when you're satisfied, you pull your hands away, eyes falling to her breasts again briefly before you clear your throat and tell her she can sit up now.

This time, when she moves, she does open her eyes. The water sloshes as she sits up, and she turns to face you.

"Is my naked body distracting you, Y/N?"

You feel stunned, caught and scared. 'I-I.. no, not at all. No, I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I ju-"

Manon cuts you off with a roll of her eyes, clicking her tongue. "Relax, maidservant. I'm not going to kill you for seeing something you clearly desire."

Your heart is pounding, eyes are wide. You sound terrified when you ask, "What?"

Manon just smirks at you, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Continue with the bath." She closes her eyes again, turning her head forward.

You feel confused, and nervous. Unsure of what exactly just happened. But of course, you do what the Queen says.

Reaching for the conditioner, you repeat the process you followed with the shampoo. Except this time, you're more conscious of where your eyes fall. When the conditioner is fully worked in, you pick her hair up, resting it on her shoulder so that it may sit, and not wash away in the water.

At this point, most of the bubbles have dissolved. Her body is nearly entirely exposed and you're struggling to not let your thoughts turn lewd, inappropriate.

"Shall we let that sit? I can return in a few moments, to wash it out." You ask her, already rising to your feet.

Manon grips your wrist where your hand rests on the side of the tub, preventing you from standing. "And what of my body? Do you not wash your own while your conditioner sits?" Her jaw is clenched, an eyebrow raised.

"Y-Yes of course, I just thought that you may want to do that part yourself."

She looks properly angry now, and her tone is tense when she speaks. "I called you here to assist with a bath, I thought you were entirely competent. But, perhaps I was wrong..."

Your heart sinks at her words, you feel mortified and desperate to make it right. Terrified that the Queen will see you unfit for duty, that she'll banish you from the castle, from work and your friends, you scramble to say, "No, of course not. My apologies, it won't happen again. We'll wash your body."

Manon gives you a sharp nod, and you know that this is it, you cannot mess up again.

You settle back onto your knees, leaning to grab a washcloth and the lavender scented bar of soap. You wet and lather the rag slowly, putting the soap back on the table before turning back to Manon.

You raise the washcloth to her back, rubbing gently in small circles. You bring the suds up to her shoulders, the back of her neck, before running it downwards. To your surprise, she releases a small groan.

"Are you alright, my Queen?" Your voice is quiet, and shaky.

Manon doesn't acknowledge the title, only saying, "I'm fine. Just sore, you try riding a beast for nearly three days straight."

You smile a bit, knowing how much she adores her Abraxos. "It seems very taxing, I'm sure a hot bath feels nice, then."

Manon just hums, her muscles becoming visibly more relaxed.

You continue with her back, your hand had momentarily paused its movements. When you reach the waterline, though, you still.

Manon can feel where you've stopped, and so she rises to her knees, allowing you to wash the rest of her.

You take a deep breath in, eyes settling on her backside. She's slim and muscular, her ass firm and round. The water drips down her back, running across her cheeks. You want to lean in and lick it from her.

You reel your thoughts back in, attempting to concentrate. You trail the washcloth further down, coating her in lavender smelling suds. When you finish, you get to work on her arms. You start at her shoulders, working down to her hands. Once satisfied, you know that the next step is to wash her front.

You bring a hand up to rest gently on the back of her waist, signaling that you're moving on now. She turns a bit, and you meet her halfway.

It's nearly impossible to not get distracted by her chest, her toned stomach, the hint of abs. But you manage to keep your eyes on her collarbones as you bring the washcloth up, running over her chest. The water and soap drips down, the lavender smell almost too good to resist leaning in.

You work down, working the soap over her chest gently. Her breasts bounce a bit as you clean them, her nipples harden when you trace the washcloth over them. You can't help but wonder how'd they'd feel in your hand.

You imagine how soft they'd feel, how they'd spill over your cupped hands because they're so full and plush. You imagine how beautiful she'd look with red and purple marks coating her pale skin, how she'd look with her chest heaving while you sat on top of her. How'd they look swaying in your face as she rode you.

You push the thoughts from your head, working the cloth down to the underneaths of her breasts, then down her stomach. You swallow hard when you reach her thighs, the water and soap clinging to the patch of white hair at her core. You run the cloth over it quickly, gently.

Finally, you pull away, looking back up at her face. She's staring at you intently, the corners of her mouth threatening to turn into a smile.

"You may sit back now, and bring your legs up if you'd like me to wash them, too." You say to her, knowing the redness of your face is obvious, the cause of it, too.

She sits back down in the tub, leaning against the back to raise one of her legs in the air. You start at her foot, working the cloth in circular motions on the bottom of it, then the top, then her ankle. You run the cloth up her smooth calf, the bottoms of her thigh that isn't under the water. When you finish, you push her leg down gently, signaling that it's time for the other one.

When the entire process is finished, you note that the water has begun to grow cold. "Let's wash your hair out quickly now, I don't want you to have to have a cold bath."

Manon gives a soft "Hmm" in agreement, sitting forward so that you can wash her hair.

You try and work quickly, but her hair is so long and thick. When her hair finally feels void of conditioner and soap, you stand up. Reaching for the drain, you pull it up and allow the water to begin to escape.

You can feel Manon's eyes tracking every move you make, and you work hard to not look at her, knowing your eyes will stray.

"I will grab you a towel, shall I also find you a nightgown to wear, my Queen?"

"The gown won't be necessary." Her voice is husky, and you shiver a bit at the thought that Manon prefers to sleep naked.

You nod politely, and scurry off to the chest of drawers in the bathroom. While finding a large towel, you hear what's left of the water splash as Manon steps out of the tub.

As you settle on one soft to give her, you recognize the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. Her bare feet are padding the hard ground softly, audibly dripping wet.

You finally turn to face her, towel clutched in your hands. She's looking directly in your eyes and it's difficult not to flinch under her gaze.

She nods to the towel in your arms, "Well, are you going to dry me?"

You swallow the lump in your throat, nodding your head rapidly. There isn't much distance between the two of you now, but you take the rest of the steps required to close it.

Shaking hands reach out, placing the towel on top of one of her shoulders. She watches you closely, and you keep your eyes trained on her body as you move the towel down, collecting the water droplets. You do the same to the other arm, then you bring the towel to her chest.

As you rub the towel into her skin, you can't stop the desire in your gut from forming as you feel her breasts through the towel. Working your way down, your mouth almost waters at the sight of her cunt and her strong thighs.

You're breathing hard by the time you step around her, drying her back and her ass, too. Her hair is heavy and wet, and when you're done, you wrap the towel around her hair and squeeze, ridding it of the access moisture weighing it down.

When done, you take a step back, admiring her backside for one more second before you bring your eyes back up. "All done, would you like me to clean up the bathroom before I take my leave?" She had dripped a fair amount of water onto the ground as she had approached you.

Manon turns to face you and furrows her brows in confusion. "Leave? Why would you leave? I am still wet, maidservant."

Now, it's your turn to look confused. "I'm sorry, my Queen, but I'm not sure what you mean..."

Manon steps impossibly closer, the two of you nearly chest to chest. She's a head taller than you, so you crane your neck to look up at her. The towel drops from your hands at the sudden proximity, and you wonder if you've done something to really upset her.

Manon moves faster than lightning, her hand darting out to grasp your wrist. You gasp at the suddenness, wondering what she plans to do.

Her grip is tight as she pulls your hand closer to her body, lowering it until your fingers are brushing through the white hair on her cunt, until they're making contact with her wet heat.

"I said, 'I'm still wet, maidservant.' What are you going to do about it?"

Your heart is hammering, wetness immediately beginning to gather between your thighs. Your chest is heaving from where you're breathing heavily, and your hands are trembling. "M-My Queen, I'm so confu-"

Before you can finish your sentence, Manon is surging forward and kissing you passionately. You don't move for a second, too shocked to react. But she's pushing you back until you hit the wall, never releasing your lips from her own.

After a moment, you let your desire take over. Though still muddled with confusion, you close your eyes and give in to the kiss.

It's hot and feverish, desperate and uncontrolled. She's released your hand so that her own can grip your face, and she's pressing her body into yours.

Her tongue begins working at the seams of your lips, and you open them so that your tongue can dance with hers.

She pulls back for a second, letting both of you catch your breath. "Are you still confused?"

"Yes, entirely," Manon laughs at your statement, at the fierce red blush of your cheeks and the confusion in your eyes, "Are you sure that you want... this? To do this with me?"

Manon smirks before speaking, her eyes flitting down to your lips before looking back up at you. "I've found you attractive for a long time, and I see you stealing glances at me when you think I don't notice. Why should we not?"

Your mouth gapes open in shock, unable to form a sentence, you just stutter and make a fool of yourself. The Witch Queen desires... me?

Manon doesn't need a response, though. She knows that you want this.

Her lips attach to yours once again, and she bites on your lip before making her way down. Her lips trail across your jaw, to just underneath your ear, where she takes your earlobe in between her teeth, giving it a gentle tug.

You can't help the moan that escapes you, your hands coming up to grip her upper arms. She continues her descent, sucking harsh marks onto your throat and collarbones.

She peers up at where you've tossed your head back on the wall, where you've let your eyes flutter shut. She grins when they dart open at the feel of her pulling away.

She takes a few steps back, and you let your eyes roam over her naked body in earnest now.

"Beautiful," is what you whisper under your breath at the sight.

"Go into the bedroom, stand at the end of the bed." Manon's orders are direct and leave no room for argument. Not that you would, anyway.

You nod your head, then turn to open the bathroom door, pushing it open and entering the bedroom. You cross the room to stand at the foot of the bed as she instructed, turning to face where she now stands in the doorway.

Her eyes rake over your clothed body, and you grow a bit insecure. Your hair is a bit damp with sweat from the heat of the bathwater, and your plain dress is stained from working in the kitchens.

Manon doesn't seem to mind, though, as she begins walking closer.

You watch how her thighs move with every step she takes, how you can see wetness on the insides of them. You watch her abs flex, her tits bounce, and her face turn wicked.

Then, you spot how she extends her iron claws on her right hand. You swallow hard, eyes zeroing in on the sudden appearance of her natural weapons.

When she's finally close enough to touch you, she brings her hand up, trailing a claw from just underneath your eye, down your throat, and to your collarbone.

She doesn't really use it, though, until she's at the top of your dress.

Quicker than you can blink, she's slashing your dress down the middle. You gasp as it falls to the floor, body instantly struck with the cool air. You bring your arms up, attempting to cover your now bare chest.

Manon will have none of this, though. "I think it's only fair that you're undressed too, no?"

You shiver from the exposure and just stare at her, not responding.

"I asked you a question, maidservant. Do you think it's fair for me to be naked, and for you to not?" She takes another step forward, not breaking eye contact.

Finally, you stutter, "N-No, I-I suppose not."

Manon smirks, it's all malice and no warmth. "Good. Now, drop your arms."

You hesitate for a split second, but you cannot deny that you want her to see you. You want many, many things from the Witch Queen.

You do as she says, bringing your arms back down to your sides.

Instantly, Manon's eyes drag to your chest.

You try not to be insecure. They're large, and gravity has not been kind to them. They're covered in stretch marks, and you cannot help but think of all the teasing you endured growing up, as you filled out your body, growing thick and full.

You wonder if Manon minds, the angry red marks. The fact that your stomach is not flat, that your thighs are dimpled and touching one another.

As if sensing your negative thoughts, Manon places her iron claw, which she's shortened, underneath your chin. She tilts your face up, forcing you to look at her.

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Y/N. Tell me, do you want to fuck me, too?"

You swallow, hard. Your heart is pounding, skin flushed with desire.

"Y-yes, my Q-," you stop yourself, remembering how she dislikes the title. "Yes, Manon."

Her grip tightens on your chin, her eyes narrow. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want to fuck you, Manon." Your voice is a near whisper, laced with lust. Your eyes flick downwards, to her lips. Lips you very much want to kiss again.

And so, you do. Leaning forward, Manon drops your chin as your lips meet, instead choosing to wrap her arms around your bare frame. Your plush body meets her toned one, and it feels like a fire's been lit in your belly at the feel of her nakedness against your own.

Manon's hands wander down your body, claws shredding your flimsy underwear, the last item on your body. Her hands knead your full ass, and you moan into her mouth at the touch. She takes the opportunity to push her tongue into your mouth, taking your make out further for a few moments, before she's pushing you down onto the bed.

You hit the mattress with a small huff, and Manon pulls away from your lips to trail kisses downwards. Her lips begin sucking a mark under the curve of your jaw, leaving small red and purple splotches in her wake as she covers the expanse of your throat and collarbones.

She continues, leaving open-mouthed kisses across the top of your chest. Her hands come up, pushing your large breasts into cleavage as she kneads and toys with a nipple. Her mouth occupies the other one, sucking and lightly nibbling with her teeth.

You're writhing on the bed underneath her, quiet pants of her name falling from your lips as you tangle your fingers in her hair. She releases your nipple with a pop, bringing her eyes up to meet your gaze.

"What do you want, kitty?" Her mouth covers your other nipple, removing her hands to give it the same wet attention as the other breast.

Your chest arches into her mouth. "More, please," you moan, aware of how pathetic you sound.

She smiles against your breast, it's devious and it makes your wet heat throb. She pulls away, sitting up and pinching at your nipples with both of her hands, aided by the wetness her mouth has left.

Her eyes take in your body, your swollen lips, red and parted as you pant. Your chest, covered in her marks, full breasts bouncing as your chest heaves. She bites her lip and smirks. "You're fucking hot, Y/N, do you know that?"

You shake your head no, and she growls a bit in disappointment. She shuffles down your body, gripping your thick thighs and pulling them open. She groans at the sight of your cunt, your pubic hair glistening with your arousal. The smell hits her, and her mouth waters with the need to taste you.

One of her hands travels the large expanse of your stomach, squeezing the flesh of your hips and curves. She trails across your bellybutton, and brings her thumb down to the hood of your clit. She places pressure there, but not nearly enough. Nevertheless, you whine at the jolt of pleasure, bucking your hips.

She hisses, her other hand grabbing one of your thighs, digging her nails in just a bit. A warning, for you to stay still.

She spreads your legs even wider, then settles onto her stomach between your thighs. Your eyes go wide at what she's about to do, and she makes sure to make eye contact as she spreads your lips apart with her thumbs, purses her lips, and spits right onto your clit. You gasp at the dirtiness of the action, and Manon grins in wicked delight.

"I'm gonna make this cunt mine, understand?"

You nod your head rapidly, wanting nothing more than to belong wholly to Manon.

Clearly, this displeases her. She lands a smack to your pussy, and you jump at the sting, whining at the pleasurable pain. She glares at you, "I said, do you understand?"

You groan in frustration, "Yes, yes, I understand!"

She hums, finally satisfied. "Good, and don't you dare move too much."

And with that, she's lowering her mouth to your cunt. She licks a few stripes with her tongue, from your sopping wet hole, to your swollen clit, and back again. Her strokes are light and teasing, and they have you biting your lip at the gentleness of it.

Then, she flicks her tongue along your clit, hard, up and down motions. You jerk, and again, she's digging her claws into your thigh. This time, you get the faint sensation she may have drawn blood.

She pulls back, and you look down, just to see her lick her lips and mumble against your lips, "Whose pussy is this?"

She sucks your clit into her mouth, hard, but slow sucks on the bundle of nerves. Your head falls back and your eyes flutter closed, "Yours, Manon, it's yours."

She sucks faster at your response, then brings an unclawed hand up, pushing her middle finger into your entrance. Despite how wet you are, you're still so tight, so she pushes slowly, eventually burying her slender finger into your contracting walls.

She holds still, focusing on working your clit with her mouth, until she slowly starts to gently thrust. Her pace is torturous, and when you finally moan out a cry for more, she begins to thrust faster. Her mouth hasn't left your throbbing clit once, and a coil is winding in the pit of your belly.

She can feel you clenching, hear your moans grow louder and louder. When she adds a second finger, curling in a come-hither motion, your arching off the bed, hands flying to her hair, pushing her deeper into your pussy. You expect her to scold you for it, but she moans against you, alternating between sucking your clit and flicking it.

When you become dangerously close to falling over the edge, you moan Manon's name, "I'm gonna cum, Manon, fuck."

She nods slightly against you, fingers fucking you wildly, mouth sloppily working your clit.

You cum all over her face, tightening around her fingers, chest heaving and a loud cry of her name falling from your lips. You're moaning with reckless abandon, uncaring if someone were to hear how well she's fucking you.

You're coming down from your high, but Manon isn't stopping. She pulls her fingers from your cunt, only to move her mouth down, choosing to fuck you with her tongue, now. You gasp, and try to push her head away due to the oversensitivity. She growls a warning into your heat, swatting your hands away, then using her fingers on your throbbing clit.

Quicker than before, you're on the edge of yet another orgasm. You're panting her name like its a prayer, mumbling, "'S'too much, fuck, Manon."

Manon doesn't care. Her plan was to show you who your pussy belongs to, and she continues to do exactly that.

Between her wet muscle rapidly fucking in and out of you, and her fingers rubbing harsh, tight circles on your clit, it's no surprise you don't last long. For the second time in just a matter of minutes, you're climaxing all over your Queen's face and hand.

This time, she relents, allowing you to come down, slowing her pace, before pulling away from you completely. You sigh in satisfaction, raising your head to look down at her, still laid between your spread legs.

She looks to your thigh, and you follow her gaze, confirming that she had, indeed, drawn blood with her clawed grip. You don't mind, it's not much of anything, just a few trickling droplets.

Your mouth drops open, eyebrows raising just a fraction when Manon leans in and licks the drying blood from where it's ran down the expanse of your thigh. And even though you'd just had two very intense orgasms, the sight makes your lower belly ache, full with desire for her all over again.

Manon rises to her knees, climbing back up your body. She braces herself on her hands, hovering above you, just barely out of reach. You huff at the tease, reaching up to grab her and pull her down.

She chuckles into your mouth as you kiss her, tasting your desire still on her tongue. Your hands roam her back, feeling the toned muscles. She sits herself on your lower abdomen, and you move farther down, kneading her ass and hips.

When she moans, you take the opportunity to pull back, tugging on her lower lip with your teeth.

You work your way up, until your hands land on her perky breasts. You massage them, rubbing your thumbs back and forth over her pretty pink nipples.

"You gonna let me make you cum, now?" You ask, husky and thick.

She smirks, biting her lip at the stimulation to her nipples. "Hmm, I suppose so."

You quickly rise to a sitting position, Manon leaning back to allow you to move easier. You lean forward like a woman starved, desperate to taste her skin.

You pull a nipple into your mouth, tugging it with your teeth before soothing it with your tongue. Manon's hands fly to your hair, urging you deeper into her chest. One hand works her other nipple while the other squeezes her ass.

Manon's pants and sighs urge you on, bringing your mouth to the other nipple to give it the same attention.

Eventually, Manon pushes you back down by your shoulders, shooting you a grin before she starts making her way up your body. You realize exactly what she's planning, and your stomach flutters in excitement. While she's adjusting herself, you give her ass a small smack, hoping she likes that. When she shoots a glare down at you, you grin, knowing she's not truly upset you. You file away that information for later, that Manon likes a bit of hitting, because you are truly hoping that this happens again sometime.

When her knees are on either side of your head, you place your hands on her thighs, bracing her and urging her to lower herself down. She sees how you eye her wet cunt, and she grabs some of your hair in her hand, making you look up at her.

"Are you gonna make me cum, kitty?"

You nod enthusiastically, licking your lips in anticipation. She hums, then finally, she lowers her hips.

You waste no time, licking through her lips excitedly. She jumps at the contact, then settles back down. You work through the length of her cunt a few times, one hand moving to her ass, squeezing it and pushing her deeper into your mouth.

Your tongue begins working quick circles around her clit, and she starts moving her hips back and forth along your tongue. You hum into her heat, encouraging her to ride your face like she clearly wants to. You pull away for a brief second to catch your breath and mumble, "Make me yours Manon, use me however you want," before you're burying your face into her wetness once again.

Manon doesn't need to be told twice, grinding herself down, riding your pretty face the way she'd been wanting to for so long. You moan into her, and the vibration quickly brings her closer to the edge.

You slip your tongue into her entrance, your nose nudging her clit with each roll of her hips, encouraged by the firm grip you have on her hip and ass.

"Fuck, Y/N," Manon moans, her head tossed back and eyes closed shut. You can tell from her voice that she's so close, and you pull your hand back and land another smack to her ass to encourage her. She gasps, and after a few more rolls of her hips, she's gushing all over your face. You lap at her cunt softly as she comes down from her high, eager to continue if that's what she wants.

But, Manon sits herself back up, panting at the intensity of her orgasm. She moves back down, then she bends so that she can connect your lips once more in a kiss. This time, the kiss is softer, not as full of heat as the others had been.

She moves to lay beside you on the bed, but hovers above you, pecking your lips several times before you speak. "Are you done already?" Your voice has a teasing tone to it, and you bite your lip to hold back a smile. "I think it's only fair you get to cum twice too, yes?"

Manon grins, clearly pleased that you care so much about her pleasure. "Maybe I wanted this to be more about you than it is about me?"

Your eyebrows scrunch in a bit of confusion, wondering why she seems to care so much for you.

She senses the question you don't dare to ask, and she tucks a loose lock of hair behind your ear before speaking. "You've always caught my eye, Y/N, since I met you. And in more ways than just your looks. Is it so surprising someone would be interested in you?"

You want to say, yes, it is surprising someone could be attracted to me. But that isn't what confuses you the most. "Y-You're the... Queen..."

Manon raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say, "So what?"

"What does that matter? I'm still a person with desires, like anyone else."

You can tell by her tone and the look in her eye that she's sincere, if not by the attention she'd just paid to your body. You nod, not sure how to respond with words.

She kisses you again, then wraps her arms around you, pulling you into her still bare chest.

"Get used to this, maidservant, we will be doing this again."

[nestaismommy]

Manon Blackbeak fan fictions please. I NEED MORE.

[queentala]

How about azriel from acotar and manon blackbeak from throne of glass in a poly relationship with the reader?

So much possessiveness...

I'm sorry but there's no love between Manon and Azriel. What connects them however is their love for you and they find it their life purpose to make you happy

No one gets to touch you but them

And you fucking love using it and making them jealous, flirting with other people as they watch from the corner, acting like a cat in a heat as they wait to see how far you'll dare to move

When they finally snap it's a quick trip to your bed (or any other place where they can fuck you)

They're both strict and harsh doms, both sadists that loves ruining pretty things like you

They live to see you beg for them to fuck you. Often you're at the brink of tears before they even touch you before they pityingly decide to shorten your misery and fuck you all night long

There’s so much desire and yearning in your relationship, and honestly sex is a very important aspect of your daily life

Manon and Azriel have two moods and its: rivalry or teaming up against you

There are nights where they fuck you by turns, trying to see who can make you snap first, scream louder or cum harder

There are also nights when you’re filled to the brim with both your lovers, their fingers, mouths and crutches are everywhere as they edge and overstimulate you until you’re no more than brainless doll

So yeah, when you’re with both Manon and Azriel it mostly ends up with your naked bodies

But they can be also soft

When they take care of you together it’s mostly aftercare or when you’re sick

But if it’s casual affection they prefer to have you all for themselves

Azriel loves taking you on various dates, or cuddle with you while you have deep conversations

Manon loves training with you, flying on Abraxos and discovering new places while searching for adventures

I just think they both were forced their whole lives to wear masks of cold stone and when they take it off they prefer to be alone with you

Although, seeing how much you love them both, for your sake they agree to spend the day with you together, and even they don’t feel fully comfortable around each other at first, you eventually make them form some kind of bond. Not love but (they’re going to deny it) strong friendship fueled by the love they share for you

[incorrecsnkvscapcomxreader]

Manon: Did it hurt when you fell?

Y/N: Yeah. A lot.

Manon: From hea- Wait what.

Y/N: Yeah i was sparring with Marisa and she suplexed me. Really hurts.

Manon: *sigh*

[witchthewriter]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

SFW🌿

⭑ Manon would like to keep it casual at the beginning - not wanting you to feel as if you were important to her.

⭑ And she would see you casually; as you lived in different cities. 

⭑ But as time went by, and she interacted with different people. She realised that her feelings for you weren’t temporary. 

⭑ However, she didn’t act on them. 

⭑ It wasn’t until she saw you bleeding and unconscious in your village one night that her heart froze. What had happened to you? Were you still alive? All these thoughts swarmed her mind as she raced toward you. 

⭑ Manon made the relationship ‘official’ by calling you her partner when people asked who you were. 

⭑ You didn’t rebutt it; why would you? You secretly wished she would take your relationship seriously. And when she had, it took all your might not to wear a crazy grin. 

⭑ Manon is quite tall, so be ready to feel small - I reckon she’d be around 6′2 

⭑ She loves it when you brush her hair - but you HAVE to be gentle, otherwise, she’ll hiss at you. And would never ask you to brush it ever again. 

⭑ She holds grudges and she’s extremely stubborn. But by being around you, you give her a new way of thinking. A more open mind. 

⭑ You’re the only person she will hear reason from - you’re the only opinion that matters

⭑ She likes spending time with you, even though you didn’t think so for a while. 

⭑ Manon likes to show you off, she’s very proud to call you her significant other 

⭑ She likes to keep a lock of your hair, or a piece of your clothes close to her. 

⭑ Manon shows her love through acts of service and gifts 

⭑ You would definitely be more into affection than she is. But once she warms up to it, then she’ll kiss you in front of others, hold your hand and wrap you in her arms

⭑ Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Serious x Joyful 

  ✧ Stoic x Emotional/Wears Emotions On Their Sleeve

  ✧ Devilish x Flustered Mess

NSFW🔞minors dni! 18+ only

⭑ Manon would definitely be into bloodplay - whether that blood came from your arm, legs, thighs, pussy. The smell sets her skin on fire; it’s like a drug.  

⭑ You would absolutely be under her control. Her dominant personality follows her into the bedroom - but on the nights that she wants to be looked after- those are the nights that she is in your mercy. 

⭑ She shows how she feels about you with her body. The way she moves against you, rubbing and humping. Letting out small moans, they’re her way of saying ‘I love you.’ 

⭑ Manon makes sure that both of you have reached orgasm twice before considering it ‘sex’ 

⭑ She could go for hours

⭑ Your smell is intoxicating to her. Especially when you’re ovulating. When you’re most fertile is when her sex drive is highest 

⭑ Manon is able to reach orgasm just by hearing you whimper

⭑ During this age, electronic toys do not exist, but I’m sure dildos in some form do. So Manon would definitely want to use one 

⭑ Manon would definitely be open to threesomes ... foursomes ... orgies ... but you HAVE to be near her and eye contact must always be intact

⭑ She loves your thighs, whether they’re big or small - she loves to rub herself against them, grinning devilishly down at you

⭑ “Does this feel good? Tell me it feels good.” 

⭑ She likes to come up behind you and yank your hair so you’re looking at her. Her lips collide with yours with so much force that you know they’ll be bruised

⭑ She leaves a lot of scratch marks; on your back, shoulders, ass, thighs etc

⭑ Doesn’t like to be told what to do unless it’s you in the bedroom. She’ll cooperate, only when you show that you mean it. She doesn’t want half-assed attempts 

[shadowdaddies]

It would be so cute if Manon hisses and snaps at anyone who talks to her gf because she’s so protective but only feels okay if the thirteen do it. She only thinks her gf is safe if she or the thirteen are around. She smiles when she sees the thirteen make her gf smile and giggle

DO YOUR MAGIC

Roar of the Wind

Manon x Reader fluff

Your boots crunched against the hay as Manon led you through the wyvern warrens, a possessive hand wrapped around your waist. The smell of the large beasts permeated the air, and you subtly brought the sleeve of your shirt to cover your nose to keep from gagging. 

Manon gave you a sidelong glance, a soft laugh escaping her at your thinly veiled distaste. You passed by a stall where a Yellowlegs witch was feeding her wyvern, the rust-colored beast giving a pleased hum as it licked its chops. You giggled at the smile that seemed to show on the creature’s face, causing the Yellowlegs witch to turn and give you a smile. She opened her mouth to say something, shutting it quickly and backing away when Manon hissed at her, staring daggers as her arm tightened around your waist.

You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your amusement, your hand moving to find Manon’s on your waist, interlocking your fingers with hers. Pride flashed across her features, the witch queen standing slightly taller as you reached Abraxos’s stall. The wyvern bumped his gray snout against you, nearly knocking you over with the force as his chest rumbled in demand for pets. 

Manon rolled her eyes, patting the beast’s neck as she maneuvered past him to grab the saddle. You heard a squeal of excitement before arms wrapped around your middle and you were pulled back into a fierce hug. Your head whipped to where Manon stood, half-expecting the iron nails to rip the person to shreds, but Manon just smiled as Vesta pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Hi, lovely!” she exclaimed in a sing-song voice as she let you go, her red hair blowing behind her in the wind.

“Look who it is!” Asterin said, coming up to you as she slung one arm around your shoulders, the other around Vesta’s. 

“Hey Ster,” you greeted softly, relaxing into her touch as Manon smiled at the three of you. “We’re just going for a flight on Abraxos.”

Vesta and Asterin exchanged a glance before smirking at Manon. “Is this an exclusive, romantic flight, or might we join as well?” Vesta teased.

Manon shot her a playful glare, looking back and forth between the witches as if she were deciding whether it was worth putting up with them. You gave a slight nod of approval, smiling as Manon sighed in resignation. “Alright, you can come with us.” 

Vesta and Asterin left to mount each of their own wyverns, leaving you with Manon and Abraxos. Pressing a kiss to Manon’s cheek, you leapt into the saddle behind her, ready for flight. “I’ll make sure we get some time alone once we’re home,” you promised, pressing a kiss below her ear, reveling in the blush that crossed her cheeks just before Abraxos took off.

[throneofsapphics]

to be held

Manorian x f!Reader 

Summary: “Manon.” Dorian snaps, his voice raising. She whirls around to him, body still stiff, posture still cold. “She’s been through enough.” 

You can tell they’ll fight about this later. “Fine.” Her voice gives slightly, and when she turns back to you her eyes have softened.

Word Count: ~1.3k 

Warnings: character injury, hurt and comfort, suggestiveness 

A/N: I love the two of them

You aren’t supposed to be here. It’s a classic case - wrong time, wrong place. As soon as the male realizes who you are, he flees. Just outside of the castle walls too, in a blind spot. 

That still keeps you slumped on your knees, the knife digging into your side. You know it didn’t hit anywhere fatal. Still, it hurts like a bitch and you, despite the temptation, know better than to yank it out. 

Breathe. In and out. Deep breaths until you gather yourself enough to try and rise to your feet. A few stumbles later and your hand braces the wall. The cool stone cuts into your palm, aggravating the scrapes already there from your fall. 

Manon and Dorian seem to have a sixth sense for when you’re in trouble, and sure enough they both appeared. Even before the castle guards could find you. Part of you thinks you might be hallucinating. 

“Gods,” you hear Dorian first, and he’s then he’s by your side. Real, his touch is real as he carefully holds you upright.  

Manon gets one trace of the scent. You watch as she meets Dorian’s eyes. He gives a short nod and she stalks off. On the hunt, and out for blood. 

“It was a mistake,” you say weakly. That stops Manon in her tracks.

She turns back. “He hurt you.” Her eyes train on the wound. “He’s going to pay for it.” 

You wince, not from pain but from the fate headed for the man. He’s going to wish he’d stabbed himself - or never been born by the time Manon is finished with him. 

“He stabbed you, and you still want mercy for him.” Dorian murmurs, his magic already working to heal the small wound as he examines it. 

“This is going to hurt.” Dorian says, seeming to hesitate as his hand hovers near the knife handle. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to a healer?” Every time you have any kind of injury - which happens often enough considering you’re clumsy - but that’s usually scrapes or cuts - not stab wounds, you always get Dorian to heal you. Anyone else's magic feels strange. He likes it, even if he won’t admit it. 

You deflect, “will you try -” 

“No.” He interrupts, already knowing what you’re going to say. Try and at least make it a quick death for him - the man who hurt you. Maybe you are hallucinating a bit - the pain must be making you delirious. 

You don’t try and argue with him, focusing all of your attention on breathing and staying conscious. “Pull the knife out or I’ll do it.” You say instead, drawing a dark chuckle out of him. 

“Breathe in.” He instructs, and you do, preparing yourself. “Out,” the knife slides against your skin, almost hurting worse than when it went in, now that the adrenaline has worn off. But, his magic is already working and soothing the area, knitting the skin back together. 

“Let’s get you home,” he murmurs, deciding it’s healed enough you can be moved. For once, you don’t protest as he sweeps you into his arms. The guards carefully avert their eyes, ignoring the glare coming from the King. Still, chaos had erupted around you - Dorian didn’t need to say a word for everyone to launch into action. They wouldn’t find him before Manon, that’s for sure. A small group of guards fell into step around the two of you while others head out to scout potential threats. 

“A big fuss.” You mumble, head pressing into his chest. 

“You’ve seen nothing yet.” He says under his breath, ignoring absolutely everyone as he gets you back to your chambers. You hear the underlying message - wait until Manon scares the living daylights out of them. Likely with Abraxos’s aid - and his. By the rage bubbling under his skin, as soon as they both know you’re safe there will be hell to pay. 

-

“How could you be so stupid?” Manon comes in with a roar, three hours later, and you wince. You expected this, but it still doesn’t prepare you for it. “Alone. At dusk..” 

“I was -” 

“I don’t care what you were doing,” she snarled. “You’re supposed to be smarter than this.” 

“Manon.” Dorian says quietly. 

“Idiot.” She snaps, and tears start to well in your eyes, her lips are parted, ready to continue berating you

“Manon.” Dorian snaps, his voice raising. She whirls around to him, body still stiff, posture still cold. “She’s been through enough.” 

"How are you so calm?" Her voice lowered to a dangerous level.

"I'm not." He said through gritted teeth, but jerked his head towards you. Curled up on the couch, a hand still held protectively to your side, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Maybe part of you wants to be offended that they're only holding it together for your sake, but right now you can’t bring yourself to care. 

You can tell they’ll fight about this later. “Fine.” Her voice gives slightly, and when she turns back to you her eyes have softened. She sits next to you, and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Her hand hovers before fingers run through your hair. You realize how strange this must be to her. She’d admitted once, after plied with plenty of alcohol, that intimacy outside of sex is strange to her. You’d watched with cautious eyes and it felt like she was pouring her heart out to you. 

“I was raised to be a monster.” The words tug at your heart, but before you can counter her, tell her she isn’t, she keeps speaking and your mouth slams shut. “I am still learning what it’s like to hold, and to be held.” In any other context the words might sound awkward but right now it fits, it slides another puzzle piece into place. One you’re cursing yourself for not figuring out earlier. 

“What it’s like without …” Her words trail off, mouth pursing and brow furrowing in an entirely un-Manon like way. 

“Sex.” You offer, and she nods gratefully. 

“Without sex.” 

You lean into the touch, melting against her and she relaxes more, her body loosening. As much as this is for you, this is for her too. Trying to show her love in different ways. You feel rather than see Dorian slide in on your other side. You don’t need to open your eyes to know he’s giving Manon and approving glance and smile. His thumb rubs comforting circles into your thigh as the day catches up with you and your breaths even out, into a welcoming sleep. 

-

You slowly come to consciousness, but fake your sleep as you hear them arguing quietly above you. 

“She needs to train.” Manon hisses. 

“We can’t force her to.” Dorian counters, but you can tell he agrees. 

Sure, you know basic self defense but taking up a blade is something you’ve never had any interest in. But now … now you have motivation to.

“I’ll do it.” You grumble, already knowing you’ll regret the words. 

Especially when Manon says, “Good. We start in the morning.” 

Dorian let out what might be a commiserating sigh, covered quickly by an “I’ll be there too.” 

-

The next morning is hell. Well aware Manon’s visit ends in a few days, she seems determined to teach you as much as she possibly can.

“Again.” She orders, but you cross your arms. 

“It’s been three hours.” 

“I think you can go a little longer,” shadow hands graze your shoulders, down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When did Dorian get here? His real hands, gently hold your shoulders now as he bends to whisper in your ear. “We’ll make sure you’re rewarded.” 

He straightens, this time speaking to Manon. “Won’t we.” 

“Depends how well she listens.” 

With that reward on the line, you don’t hesitate to raise your arms again. 

[jeannineee]

Kinktober Day Nine: Collar/Leash

Manon Blackbeak x Reader

a/n: day nine of kinktober!! Comment or dm me if you want to be added to the taglist.

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, use of collar and leash, degradation, Manon calls reader “pet”, oral f receiving

“Do you like being on your knees for me?” Manon asked, voice low and seductive.

You nodded, swallowing thickly as she looked down at you.

Manon yanked at the leash in her hand, tightening the collar around your neck. “Words, pet.”

“Y-Yes. I like it.”

Manon hummed with satisfaction as she reached for your jaw, caressing your cheek with her thumb. “Such a pathetic little thing.”

Your cheeks flushed at her words; the humiliation that flowed through you feeding into the arousal that pooled between your legs.

Manon relaxed against the cushioned chair she sat in, giving you a wicked smirk as she spread her legs, baring herself for you. “See what you do to me?” Manon asked, using her free hand to spread her glistening folds. “Clean this mess up.”

Manon threw her toned legs over your shoulders before she tugged on the leash once again, forcing you to surge forward. You placed a few barely-there kisses to her inner thighs before licking a fat stripe over her slit.

Something like a purr crawled up Manon’s throat. “That’s it, pet. Keeping going.”

You obliged her, swirling your tongue around her clit before latching your lips to it, sucking gently. Each noise that Manon made had slick running down your thighs. You wouldn’t be surprised if a puddle remained on the floor once you stood up.

Manon kept the leash taut with one hand as the other tangled in your hair. She held your face against her cunt, grinding against your tongue.

You buried two fingers inside her, reveling in the way her walls tightened as you curled them. It wasn’t long before Manon’s body was shuddering in pleasure, praise falling from her lips as you coaxed her through her release.

You only stopped when she used the leash to pull you away. She kissed you roughly, tasting her own arousal.

“Get on the bed,” Manon murmured against your lips as she detached the leash from the collar around your neck. “And spread your legs.”

The desire in her eyes told you she was only getting started.

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

No idea what that anon meant because I very much like your writing which is why I am asking you to feed me some Manon x reader angsty romance typa shi please (hope you’re taking care of yourself)

Part II

Happy reading, lovie✨🤍

Beneath the surface

It was complicated. The relationship between you and Manon. Most of the time you struggled to even phrase the things that you two had. You knew that Manon had lots of responsibilities. That there was a whole kingdom on her shoulders now. You knew her personality. You knew that she wasn't into sweet nothings. She wasn't big on affection. She was stone cold. You didn't even remember the last time you saw her smile.

Hence, why at first, you were hesitant about the sudden change in her behavior. Yes, you were her close ally. You had to merge your forces with hers in order to help Aelin, and then tiny little touches started to happen after the battles. She lingered in your tent. You marched and reformed your troops together. You stayed up making plans together. If not love, that at least felt like a strong friendship that was brewing.

But sometimes you had started to wonder that you were seeing into things. Yes, Manon came to you after a long day and yes, you two had spent more than a handful of fiery nights together. But it was always you who clung to her, always you who tried to keep her in your bad until the sun rose above the mountains. It was you who carefully and barely noticeably touched her thigh during the long and boring meetings.

And yet Manon almost always pulled away. You could understand why she would do it in front of others. You two have never really put a label on your relationship. It was there. At least for you. It was clear to see that there was way more beneath the surface. But Manon started to pull away from you even in the comfort of your tent. That's when the last straw of your patients has been drawn.

You had been sitting hunched over the table, looking through the war reports. You had opted to eat your dinner alone in the company of yourself and yourself only. Just you were halfway through the meal when the flaps of your tent were pulled open and Manon walked in.

"Right, why don't you make yourself at home", you lowered your cutlery to the table frowning at the witch slightly. "Don't start with this", Manon said undoing her cloak and throwing it on one of the chairs, "I don't have energy for this tonight".

"No, but when do you ever have energy for this?", you grumbled. "I come to you don't I? I'm here. What else do you want from me, woman?", you met her daring stair across the tent.

"I want you", you breathe out, "I want you, the real you. I don't want you hiding from me. I don't want to settle for a tiny piece of you". You admitted finally the ache in your chest was too strong to be suppressed any longer. "Oh, come on", Manon hissed, rubbing her temple, "This is war. We all need someone to take the edge off with". Even her face blanched, but those words had already slipped past her lips. You looked at her with big eyes. "Get out", you said through gritted teeth, "Get the fuck out of my tent, and I never wanna see you again", you hissed, feeling your eyes filling up with tears, "I'm not gonna be some whore for you".

"Y/N", Manon breathed taking a step closer to you, "I didn't mean it like that". But you only reached for the knife that was lying on your table, pointing it her way. "Get out, wing leader. Our business together now is purely political", you gestured to the tent door. A tear slipped down your cheek. Manon opened her mouth to say something but quickly chose against it. She turned away quickly. All you caught right before Manon disappeared was her brushing a hand against her cheek.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

𝖒𝖞 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 (𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

i wish manon was my girlfriend :"(

WARNINGS: FLUFF JUST FLUFF, modern AU!

the dawn sun sneaks through the curtains causing you to wake up from one of the deepest dreams you've had in weeks. you grunt a little and turn to continue sleeping next to the body that is also sleeping soundly next to you. unable to fall asleep, you open your eyes and look at your girlfriend's face.beautiful is what you always think every time you look at her, her snow white hair creating a blanket on the pillow. as carefully as possible, you brush his hair away from her face and caress her cheeks with your fingertips.

manon stirs a little and continues sleeping, oblivious to the outside world of dreams and your caresses. you get up and put on one of her t-shirts that reach down your thighs since she is so tall. carefully, you close the door and head to the kitchen to make coffee. you leave the coffee maker on to start brewing and open the kitchen and living room windows, letting in the fresh morning air. you lean on the balcony railing and breathe in the aroma of freshly cut grass and freshly baked cakes. of the pastry shop in front of the house... and a memory appears in your memory.

4 years ago, you were working in that same bakery as a waitress to save money to pay for college. manon was a regular customer and you were always fascinated by her enigmatic and powerful aura. you almost always tried to take her orders since that was the only way you could talk to her even for a few seconds and even though you knew her order by heart, you always asked her what she wanted to hear her voice.

but what you didn't know was that manon went to that cafeteria even if it caught her far from her house to see you. and one day when she left the money on the table for you, you saw a note folded on top of the money.[phone number] call me.that night you wrote to her and that's where it all started.

you and her bought the apartment, your first apartment. located on the same street where you met, near the university where you were studying and close to manon's work, the apartment was perfect, and it was more perfect when little by little you created memories in it.

arms pull you out of your reverie and manon rests her head on top of yours. "good morning baby"

manon growls, “you know i don't like it when you call me that.”

you laugh and turn in her arms to look at her, “that's why I'm telling you. you are normally grumpy but when you wake up you are worse”

she clicks her tongue, “that's what you get for leaving me alone in bed.”

“sorry for leaving you alone…baby”

manon lets go of you and goes to make two cups of coffee. laughing, you head into the kitchen after her. when you arrive you sit in one of the chairs and watch her prepare breakfast. a cup of coffee appears in front of you and the stove starts to work. when it's over, you start to eat, but you notice manon's gaze on you.

"what?"

“can't I look at my girlfriend?”

“of course you can look at me.”

"so?"

"i don't know"

manon tries to hide a smile and fails in the attempt. you rarely see manon smile like this. you wish you had your cell phone so you could take a photo of it and put it as your wallpaper. now you're the one staring at manon.

"what?" manon repeats

you get up from the chair and sit on manon's lap.

"i love you"

a blush appears on her cheeks and you start laughing at her for being so adorable. manon makes a show of trying to escape but deep down you know she loves it when you get like that.

if someone wrote a book about you, manon would be the black cat and you would be the golden retriever, but you wouldn't change her personality for anything in the world.

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