#manon x reader smut

[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.”

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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.

[shadowdaddies]

Pookieeee please give us some mommy Manon smut 😸😹😻😽😼🙀 love u Pookie

LMAOO love you too Pookie😽 okay I’ve had some wine and this message got my brain zeroed in on Manon (literally sending in a request for Nesta or Manon is my WEAKNESS shh don’t tell anyone). I was going to write soft domme Manon bc I have an Amren request coming up but this did NOT come out that way OOPS. How does one acquire holy water because I think I need it

My Girl

Manon x Reader

Warnings: smut, bondage, temperature play?, iron nails play, marking (carving w/ the nails), mommy kink, praise/degradation, oral f!receiving

Arching your back against the wall where you were chained in a spread eagle position, you made a desperate attempt to feel Manon. It was a futile effort, as you couldn’t see where she was from behind your blindfold. You felt iron nails trailing up your thigh, softly grazing the skin just enough to scratch without cutting through. You whimpered as she dragged the back of a nail against your pussy, the cold iron overstimulating after the extensive teasing she’d been putting you through. You jerked against the restraints that were holding you up, only to hear a tutting sound from Manon’s lips as her teeth grazed your ear, hand coming up to lightly squeeze your throat. “Careful, there, pet. One wrong move and these nails could leave a mark.”

You flushed at the idea of Manon branding you with her nails. She didn’t miss your reaction, laughing softly as she drew back from your body, leaving you exposed again to the cold of the room. “Oh, baby, that is what you want, isn’t it? You want the world to know you’re my little slut?” You bit your lip, nodding as you tried to remember to breathe. You yelped as Manon smacked your pussy before gripping your chin in her hands again. “Words, pet,” she murmured in your ear. 

“Yes, mommy. I want everyone to know I am yours, please,” you begged. You didn’t care how desperate you sounded. Manon let out another low laugh as she traced her hand down your neck, nails retracted as she stopped to tease your nipples only for a moment before continuing down your abdomen. “Good girl,” she praised, making you clench at her words. She roughly pushed your legs apart as far as they would go with the restraints, licking a broad stripe up your center. “So wet for me, pet,” she murmured before diving in, sucking harshly on your clit as she swirled her tongue between her lips. Manon switched to kitten licks against your clit as she thrust three fingers in your core. You screamed, “yes, fuck, mommy!” as she curled her fingers against you. Your pants and moans accompanied by the lewd sounds of Manon abusing your wet pussy were the only sounds that echoed through the room. 

You could feel your orgasm approaching, and begged “please, mommy, I need-“ Sharp slap against your clit. You whimpered, “please, mommy, may I come?” You could feel Manon’s smirk against your core as she murmured, “let go, pet.”

You came down from your high, Manon standing to grin down at you. “Mommy, do you think you could do what you said earlier?” Manon gave you a curious look as she brushed a hand through your hair, removing your blindfold. “And what is that, pet?” You swallowed, breathing out, “I’d like you to use your nails. Mark me as yours.” Manon’s eyes darkened, a wicked smile forming as she bent down to your hip, one nail dragging over your flesh. “How could I deny my favorite girl?”

[danikamariewrites]

hi love!! hope you're ok and everything is fine 🫶🏻. i have a request;

Manon x reader (fluff to smut), where reader is fae (her animal form is anything you want ) , before the magic left they were already girlfriends , and just when the magic is gone she gets stuck in her animal form (reader).

Manon decides to take care of her in her animal form until the day the magic returns. when Manon returns with Asterin from helping Aelin in the Adarlan, she finds her in her fae form.

i think the idea of Manon taking care of her girlfriend who is stuck in her animal form, unable of talking or anything it's just so cute 😭😭

pd: take care, drink water, sleep well and be happy 💗 no pressure 🫶🏻💗

Back With You (SMUT)

Manon x reader

A/n: I love this idea! You always have the best requests and I love writing them 🧡 I hope you’re doing well too, love u! I also hope you don’t mind but I put this after the 13 rescued Elide.

Warnings: some anxiety and smut

You didn’t know magic would disappear that day. Had you known you would’ve shifted back into your Fae form while out with Manon. You were trotting along next to her feet in your black cat form, weaving between her legs and occasionally batting at her long red cloak with your paw.

The two of you were walking back to your cabin in the woods when it happened.It was your secret home, she discovered it abandoned on one of her Crochan hunts and thought it was perfect for you two. You had started moving things from Backbeak Keep to the little cabin for longer stays. The Keep made you uncomfortable, mainly due to Manon’s grandmothers dislike of the Fae.

Manon instantly felt the change. She gripped at her chest, her breathing labored as she leaned against a thick tree trunk. And then you felt it. Your connection to the magic in your blood that has been present for over a century was dimming. You felt weaker, like you didn’t have any strength left. You tried to shift but nothing was happening. The usual flash of white light wouldn’t burst from you. You didn’t get taller no matter how hard you pushed you paws into the ground, willing them to change back into your hands and feet.

You were stuck. You started to panic. Would Manon leave you? Would she help you? Gods, how would you survive this? Manon saw you pacing in circles while thoughts raced through your brain. “I’ll take care of you. I promise, y/n.”

Manon never broke her promise. There were good days and bad days. Then the really rough days. But with magic gone and the witches spread out it meant Manon had more time to spend with you at the cabin. There were days where you snuggled up on the couch together and she’d scratch behind your ears, reminding you of when she’d run her fingers through your hair.

But there were days where you two weren’t clicking and she couldn’t understand what you needed or wanted. And Manon being Manon she would get frustrated. Not with you, never with you. More herself. She felt like she failed you or disappointed you. It made you feel guilty when she got so upset. You felt like it was your fault you were stuck as a stupid cat. What was worse was that you couldn’t say anything. That’s what made you angry. Your voice was gone and you didn’t know when you’d have it back.

Manon was always there. It felt like nothing had truly changed between you. She got better at reading your emotions. She’d hold you when you were upset and always made sure to kiss your head. Never once did she break her promise.

She even pampered you. Giving you proper baths, letting you eat at the table and giving you eat real meals. Her grandmother sneered at Manon for that, always making rude comments like, “She chose to get stuck that way. If she wants to be a pet so bad start treating her like one.”

Even when the witch clans were called to the Gap to train as the Kings new addition of his arm. And even when they we’re moved to Morath. Manon took you with her. While she didn’t want you to get lost around Morath she still wanted you to have freedom.

You loved wandering with her or sitting on her shoulder while exploring the castle. You also liked that no one but Manon and the Thirteen paid attention to you. The last thing you wanted were the guards chasing you around or harassing you.

Manon even took you flying on Abraxos. She had the black smiths make a special harness for you that could attach to the saddle and her. When you first met Abraxos you had wandered down to the stables in the Gap, following the scent of them.

You jumped over the large gate and into the stall, keeping close to the door in case the beast decided you were food instead of a friend. You paced back and forth as Abraxos bared his teeth at you. Sniffing you he could smell Manon. He leaned his head toward you still sniffing. You rested your head against his snout and he purred. In that moment you knew Manon made the right choice in trusting him.

Over the months you had over heard Manon voicing her concerns about Erawan. How she didn’t trust the darkness in Morath. So you set out to spying. You overheard some things that would help Manon’s suspicions and had to find a way to tell her. You learned to write by dragging your paw on paper with ink. The letters looked awful and it took forever but it got your point across.

Before magic came back Manon brought you back to the cabin in the dead of night. Before Manon went back to Morath she held you, placing you on the bed and held your face. “I will be back y/n, I promise. Just please stay here.” You gave her a nod and she left, looking back at you before closing and locking the door.

Two days passed of you just lounging around the cabin. On the third day you felt it. The magic that left you over a decade ago rushing back to your body. You felt more alert and strong. Your Fae senses kicked back in. You felt like you could hear every creature, big and small, throughout Oakwald. All the different smells, the lingering darkness of Morath and Manon strongest in your little home.

With all your strength you pushed your magic to change you back into your Fae form. It took awhile for you to find that familiar feeling and then that beautiful white light that came with shifting flashed, blinding you for a moment.

You felt taller. You prayed to the gods this wasn’t just your mind tricking you. You slowly opened your eyes and looked down. Your hands were raised in front of you. You wiggled your fingers and looked lower. Your body was back!

A cry sounded from your mouth. You bolted to the bathroom stumbling a little, getting used to being on two legs again. You took in your reflection, touching and pulling at the skin on your face. You looked the same but different. A little older. “Wow.” You whispered. Your voice! You laughed. Gods it’s been so long since you laughed.

You took in the rest of your reflection backing up so you could see the rest of your body. You were still in the dress you were wearing over a decade ago. Your hair was a little gross and you could definitely use a bath. Not just to be clean for yourself but you didn’t want Manon to see you this dirty when she came home.

That night you took two baths. It was just so nice to sit and enjoy the warm water on your skin. To use real shampoo and soap and make yourself smell nice. You took a long time on your hair which was at your butt now.

When you got out you put on your fluffy robe which you missed dearly. You took your time brushing and braiding your hair. Now that it was long you could do all the intricate braids you did on Manon. You did trim it a bit with scissors from the kitchen.

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Manon and the Thirteen had finally returned to Morath after dropping Elide at the edge of Oakwald Forest. She was anxious. She didn’t want to be back here, she wanted to get to you. When magic returned she felt it like a punch to the gut.

She wanted to see you again. Wanted to be with you through the change back. But she knew her presence was needed before she disappeared again. As Wing Leader, Erawan would want to question her. Manon would stay a day at most.

Before the sun could rise above the horizon Manon was on Abraxos flying faster than the wind.

You heard Abraxos’ wings before you saw them. You had been tossing and turning all night, far too excited to sleep. As they landed you stood at the front window and stared. Manon quickly undid the harness and jumped down.

She heard the front door creak open whipping her head to look. There you were. Standing in the doorway dressed in her clothes. Manon sprinted across the yard. You didn’t have a chance to move before she scooped you up into her arms spinning you around.

You cling to her and cried. “Manon.” You cried. At her name she dropped to her knees and cradled your head threading her fingers through your hair. “Gods y/n.” Manon pulled back to look at you with silver lightly lining her eyes. She cupped your face as she took you in. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I’m-fuck I’m just…are you happy?”

“To not be stuck as a cat? Yes I’m very happy to be myself again.” You laughed through your tears. Manon pressed her face against yours taking in your scent and the feel of your soft skin on hers. “Can I kiss you?” She breathes out. You attach your lips to hers in a heated kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Manon kisses you back, grabbing at you. She picks you up and rushes to the bedroom crashing onto the bed with you. You undo her cloak and start pulling at her tunic. Your need for her growing by the second. She rips her tunic, boots, and pants off and then moved on to yours. Manon had no room for teasing right now. You both needed each other. Taking things slower and exploring each others bodies would come later.

You run your hands down Manon’s back and squeeze her ass. She moans into your neck, nipping at you and squeezes one of your breasts, tweaking your nipple. You let out a high pitched moan. Your body was so sensitive you didn’t think you’d last long.

“Fuck Manon, need you so bad.” She presses a hard kiss against your lips. “I know baby I need you too. I got you.” She runs her fingers through your folds collecting your wetness and rubbing circles on your clit. Her fingers come back down to your entrance and slips two inside you, curling and thrusting them in and out of you against that sensitive spot inside you.

You meet her thrusts and grip her shoulders sinking your nails into her pale skin. Moans stutter from your lips along with her name over and over again. You felt your orgasm build. Manon rubbed her thumb against your clit and gives you a few more thrusts and you come on her fingers.

You slump back on the bed as Manon kisses up your stomach to your neck. “Fuck, how did we go over a decade without each other.” Manon laughed, “Let’s not think about it now.” You hummed in agreement. You wanted more but you were spent.

You tried to sit up to flip Manon on her back but she could tell you were done for now. “Nope.” She grabbed you, gently laying you back down. You whined at her. “No y/n. I can tell you’re tired don’t even try to deny it.” You rolled your eyes and gave her a tired smile. Manon kisses your forehead, “Sleep. I’ll be right here with you.” She whispered.

[gothicbabydollz]

I am thinking of sitting on Manon or the thirteen’s (and Petrah’s) faces on this fine evening like-

It would definitely range from rough and overstimulating to soft and sweet but still overstimulating, you’re not walking out without wobbly legs

Just imagine being the Thirteen’s plaything. 😫

They keep you safe, provide food, shelter etc. And in return, you’re their toy. To use as they see fit. Though Manon keeps a tighter grip on your leash than the rest, wanting to have you to herself. But there isn’t a night where you’re not trembling and whimpering from the pleasure they bestow to your body.

Especially on a night like that. Having you move between them, planting your wet cunt on their faces, allowing the witches to feast on their favourite meal. Seeing how long you can last before you can no longer hold yourself upright. The rest would swoop in to help, of course.

Hands roam your body, you can’t keep up with whom they belong to. They leave taunting and teasing touches to your exposed skin. Nimble fingers tweak and tug your nipples before mouths are replacing them, biting and sucking your sensitive peaks. You can tell it’s Vesta from the way she swiftly flicks her tongue over your nipple, loves the sounds the action pulls from yours lips. Swollen and wet from the countless times your mouth has clashed with another.

With a whine, your head drops to Sorrel’s shoulder as Asterin continues to ravish your cunt from beneath you. Your hips rock against her mouth, sensitivity aside, you still want more. From the gleam her eyes, you know she’s getting off on how you’re grinding shamelessly against her tongue. You wish you could bury your fingers in her hair, tug on the golden locks. Yet your hands were bound behind your back the moment your cloak was stripped from you. The only clothing you’re allowed to wear in their presence.

Now with your head leaning against Sorrel. You’re giving Manon perfect access to that pretty neck of yours. She bites, licks, marks. Mumbling against your skin as those iron nails run ever so gently down the expanse of your throat. Freezing against the warmth seeping from you. You can’t help but whimper. Manon grins, continuing her exploration of your throat, her words drowning out the sweet praise coming from one of the other witches. You’re only focused on Manon’s voice as she taunts her kitten for breaking so easily.

I will forever be upset that this isn’t the life i’m living

[throneofsapphics]

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[zoyaofthegardvn]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Hi everyone! Welcome to Zoyaofthegardvn's 2023 Kinktober masterlist :) I'm getting a pretty late start to this, so this will surely extend past October. But here's what you can look forward to this year... <3

Links will be added as they are written and posted :)

Day 1 - Face Sitting: Mor x reader

Day 2 - Spanking: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 3 - Praise: Zoya Nazyalensky x reader

Day 4 - Somnophilia: Nesta Archeron x reader

Day 5 - Brat Taming: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 6 - Overstimulation: Nesta Archeron x reader

Day 7 - Thigh Riding: Elide Lochan x reader

Day 8 - Pussy Eating: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 9 - Virginity: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 10 - Mommy Kink: Mor x reader

Day 11 - Edging: Nesta Archeron x reader

Day 12 - Make Up Sex: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 13 - Anal: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 14 - Toys: Elide Lochan x reader

Day 15 - Brat Taming: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 16 - Hate Sex: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 17 - Double Penetration: Zoya Nazyalensky x reader x Alina Starkov

Day 18 - Strap on: Zoya Nazyalensky x reader

Day 19 - Knife Play: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 20 - Shower Sex: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 21 - Scissoring: Alina Starkov x reader

Day 22 - 69'ing: Mor x reader

Day 23 - Semi-Public: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 24 - Period Sex: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 25 - Threesome: Manon Blackbeak x reader x Elide Lochan

Day 26 - Bondage: Mor x reader

Day 27 - Choking: Nesta Archeron x reader

Day 28 - Exhibitionism/Voyeurism: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 29 - Virginity: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 30 - Breast Worship: Elide Lochan x reader

Day 31 - Outdoor Sex: Zoya Nazyalensky x reader

Please be patient as I make my way through this very long list! I'm really looking forward to getting started, but I am a slow writer <3 I am also imagining these fics will be on the short side as I'd like to be able to get through everything! Thanks everyone for your enthusiasm :)

[autumnshighlady]

Our Girl

poly!Rowaelin x f!reader

summary: you’ve been fantasizing about Rowan and Aelin for weeks, praying they won’t catch onto your strange behaviour. Naturally, they do....

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (m & f receiving), face sitting, choking, slight degradation, praise kink, threesome, slight voyeurism

word count: 6.9k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

***disclaimer: I have not finished KoA, this fic does not really align with any canon plot but I do not care, it’s just some polyamorous Rowaelin smut because I felt like it, enjoy ;) Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut, please go easy on me!

for @gothicbabydollz -🤠

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You were completely screwed.

Days had gone by as you travelled with Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, and Lysandra back to Terrasan. Sometimes the group engaged in light conversation, but much of the journey consisted of pleasant silence, everyone preferring to listen to the sounds of the wind in the trees and the waves of the river.

However, this also meant that in this silence you were left with your own thoughts, sinful ones that plagued their way into your dreams. They left you waking up with a thin layer of sweat across your brow, your mind fogged with lust. You tried to snap out of it as quickly as you could, even going so far as to splash water on yourself. Gods help you if any of the many heightened senses of smell amongst the group caught onto your arousal.

For nights on end, you dreamed about Rowan and Aelin, the Fae prince and the fire-breathing bitch queen taking you to their bed, letting their canines drag across your sensitive skin as they brought you release over and over again. You imagined over and over again what it would be like to have Rowan’s muscled form pressing into your body, to tangle your hands in Aelin’s golden locks and whisper her name on your lips so intimately. But these dreams did not just plague your mind at night. No, during these stretches of silence on the journey you found yourself shamefully revisiting the memories and sensations from the dreams, allowing yourself to get lost in the fantasy as you rode or walked in silence for hours.

You didn’t know Rowan or Aelin particularly well. You were a friend of Lysandra’s, and kept yourself at a distance from the powerhouse of a couple you travelled with. Sure, they were polite and you trusted them, but something about them intimidated you – and not just in a bad way. Occasionally, you felt their piercing gazes linger on you. If you met their stare they did not back down, a gleam in their eyes as if they were predators sizing up their prey. It sent a rush of heat to your core, and every time you prayed they wouldn’t scent it.

Naturally, this made the journey difficult. You cursed yourself for letting your mind wander to these places, places where you had no business being. Everyone and their dog knew of Rowan and Aelin’s love, their partnership that ran even deeper than that. A few nights ago you heard them sneak off into the night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, occasionally even hearing a soft moan or grunt in the distance that let you know exactly what they were doing. You even allowed your hands to drift into your own pants, but you felt ashamed soon after.

You were not sure if you could call it jealousy, per se. You were jealous of the golden haired queen who got to be with Rowan, but you were also jealous of Rowan. Oh the things you would give to take either of their places. But the issue was that not that you wanted to disturb their relationship and bring one of them to your side, but rather part of you wished you could join them, to be a part of that strong love they shared. To worship and be worshipped by them both.

By the gods, you were screwed.

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After another long day of travel, it was time to settle down for the night. After stuffing some bread and cheese in your mouths, settling the horses in and laying out the bedrolls, it was time to sleep. As you had been doing lately, you placed your bedrolls as far from Rowan and Aelin as possible. You didn’t mean to be rude, after all they had been good to you, but your cheeks burned at the possibility of dreaming about sharing their bed while they slept right next to you.

Despite the exhaustion, sleep would not come. You tossed and turned for about an hour, trying to think of every technique in the book to fall asleep. Finally, after all of them failed, you angrily tossed your covers off and stood up. Everyone else appeared to be asleep, so you quietly tiptoed around the tents and into the forest. Seating yourself on a soft patch of moss behind a tree in the distance, you sighed. Closing your eyes, you tried to drown out your thoughts.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” A familiar female voice purred from behind you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, not hearing Aelin’s approach. You swore quietly, breath hitching as your heartbeat sped up, not entirely from the fright.

The golden haired queen chuckled lowly. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” She drawled. She emerged out of the corner of your eye, the light of the moon shining in those turquoise gold eyes you lost yourself in so many times. She wore only Rowan’s oversized shirt, and it took everything in you to not stare at the way the shirt ended halfway down her thigh, exposing her tan and muscular legs. 

“Sorry,” You murmured, adjusting your sitting position and staring at the moss on the ground. “I thought you were asleep.”

“As did I with you.” A playful challenge danced in her eyes, and before you registered what was happening, the assassin plunked down to your left - very very close.

Gods, please no, You pleaded. It was not that you were uncomfortable in the presence of this magnificent woman, but rather fear shook you that those shining eyes would take one look into yours and know every sinful thought that danced in your mind.

But it was too late for the gods to help you, as Aelin was now sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, leaning against the tree. Her arm grazed yours, leaving your skin feeling electrified. Her bare knee lazily knocked against your own – an innocent enough gesture, one of comfort, but it set your nerve endings aflame, as if the power of the queen next to you seeped into the deepest parts of your body. You had never been this close with her, this casual, you did not let yourself. The last thing you wanted was to get jealous and hurt, or worse, come between the two fae who were perfect for each other.

“Please don’t tell me you’re brooding or some shit,” Aelin groaned, closing her eyes and tilting her chin to the sky. The warm breeze sent her golden hair adrift, her sweet scent rushing into your nose. With her defined face lit up by the moon and her hair in the wind, she truly looked like a goddess. “I have enough gods-damned brooding males to deal with already. I don’t need the females doing it too.”

You snorted, fiddling with your hands. “I’m not brooding,” You said. “Just can’t sleep, that’s all.”

“Weird dreams?”

You froze, heart pounding. For a moment you stuttered before quickly closing your mouth. Shit. You prayed to every god that Aelin hadn’t noticed your pause. “No.” You said quickly.

Unsurprisingly, Aelin didn’t believe you for one second. “Liar.” She said firmly, in a haughty tone that sent fire through your veins and turned your core to liquid. You prayed once again that she wouldn’t scent it.

As if testing the waters, Aelin pressed her right leg into your left one, silky but firm muscle against your skin. Involuntarily your breath hitched, heart dropping as you saw the smirk that formed on the queen’s face at your reaction. You turned your head to the right, avoiding eye contact even though in your gut, you knew she had somehow figured you out. A strong hand gripped your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

Your eyes met her turquoise gold ones, and you let yourself gaze at her lips. An arrogant smirk came over them. “You wanna try that again?” She clucked her tongue, expecting an answer.

But you did not give in. You couldn’t – you knew deep down Aelin was not doing this to be cruel and humiliate you. Well, maybe a little bit, but not to hurt you personally. But you clung to what was left of the shreds of your dignity and raised your chin as much as you could within her iron tight grip. It made her chuckle.

“Oh, yes, you’ve got some fire in you after all.” Aelin chuckled darkly. She shifted her weight so she was sitting up on her right side, hitching her left leg through yours and pulling it to the side and spreading your legs ever so slightly.

And you let her, you let the Queen of Terrasan spread your legs, which were almost entirely bare thanks to the flimsy sleep shorts you donned. While her right hand gripped your chin still, her left one circled just above the inside of your knee, kneading into your skin.

You couldn’t breathe. Between the grip on your chin forcing you to meet Aelin’s gaze to the hand on your inner thigh, every sensible thought you should be having flew out the window. Any shred of hiding your interest in the golden haired woman was long gone, leaving you at her mercy.

“I see the way you’ve snuck glances at Rowan and me,” Aelin purred, eyes not once leaving yours. “Don’t even try to deny it. I’m honestly a little insulted you thought I wouldn’t notice. Surely you know I’m not an idiot, right?”

You nodded with what little motion you had. Denying the queen of answers would no longer go in your favour, you figured. She released the grip on your chin, only to move her hand to the back of your head, gripping a handful of your hair like you had dreamed about doing with hers.

“So when you wake up all flushed and flustered, my guess is that it’s because you’ve been having some lovely dreams about me.” Her voice was like honey coated steel, lips brushing against your ear and making their way down your throat. “And probably Rowan too, but mostly me, which I don’t blame you for.”

You chuckled briefly, feeling Aelin’s lips smirk against your skin as her suspicions were confirmed. Your common sense finally came back to you at the mention of the fae prince.

“But…but… Rowan–”  You whined as you felt her drag her canines up the column of your neck.

“Is quite enjoying the view.” Aelin interrupted, causing your eyes to shoot open. 

Fear coursed through your body as your eyes shot open. Indeed, the towering form of the fae prince hovered a few feet from your right. His green eyes glinted, that predatory gaze that sent enemies to their knees scanning the scene before him. You tried to scramble away, but Aelin’s grip on your hair and thigh was too strong. Fae males were territorial bastards on a good day, so you sitting here with Rowan’s carranam entwined like lovers…

He chuckled darkly, removing his hands from his pockets. “Such a pretty little thing you’ve got there, Fireheart.” His velvety voice dripped in lust, and you practically throbbed at the tone. He stepped forward, silver hair shining under the light of the moon. That tattoo on his face blended in with the shadows, an utterly terrifying yet arousing site.

“I like her, Rowan,” Aelin said, squeezing your thigh harder and causing you to whimper. “Can we keep her?”

Instead of bracing yourself for whatever humiliating response you expected Rowan to give, you blurted out apologies. “I’m sorry,” You stammered. “I swear I’m not trying to get between you two, I just–”

Your words were cut off sharply as Rowan’s massive hand wrapped around your throat, silencing you with a gentle but firm squeeze. “Oh please,” He murmured, bending down to squat next to you as he brought his lips to your ear. “We’ve been wanting this just as long as you, sweetheart.”

Your brows furrowed, causing the prince to chuckle. Aelin continued her circles on your inner thigh, slowly inching it further and further up as her lips alternated between your shoulder and ear. “I’m surprised you didn’t get the hint earlier, little dove,” She quipped as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We tried to get you closer to us, but you pulled away. Did you honestly think Rowan just forgot to put up a magical shield to block out our sounds when we slipped away a few nights ago? We knew you could hear us, I’m disappointed you didn’t join.”

Head reeling, both from the shock of Aelin’s information that they deliberately fucked close enough for you to hear, and from Rowan’s pressure on your throat, you stuttered. “I–”

“We could smell you,” Rowan growled. “We could smell how aroused you were, hear those fingers delve into that wet pussy of yours. Do you know how hard it was to not storm over and take you against the bedroll right then and there?”

Finally, the grip on your neck was released. The stars in the sky swam in your vision as you inhaled a much needed gulp of air. Part of you wondered if this was another one of your dreams, but it felt too real. The world melted away as the large hand that had previously held your neck took up residence on your inner thigh across from Aelin’s. While the blonde’s touches were firm but teasing, Rowan’s got straight to the point, clenching your thigh mere inches away from your core and prying your legs open further. Even through the fabric of your shorts, you could feel the iciness of his touch.

“I bet she’s wet right now,” Aelin breathed. Before your thoughts could even form a mental response, her left hand snapped from your leg to the centre between your legs, cupping you firmly with a possessiveness that turned you on even more.

You bit down on your lip, restraint slipping. It would be so easy to let yourself go, to allow the price and the queen to have you any way they wanted. At this point, you did not know why you bothered to attempt to maintain control – you knew what was about to happen, and it sent butterflies into your stomach.

“As usual, I was right.” Aelin’s smirk was triumphant, eyes dancing victoriously as she noticed your pathetic attempt at restraining yourself. “Look at her, Rowan, she’s still holding back, isn’t she?”

Rowan’s lips kissed your ear, murmuring his agreement as his breath sent chills down your spine.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” Aelin chided teasingly. “We know exactly what you want, princess, let us give it to you. Will you let us take care of you”

Even if you wanted to respond right away, you couldn’t. Every part of your body screamed yes yes yes, but Aelin’s hand still covered your core, applying just enough pressure to set your blood on fire but not enough to relieve the throbbing that plagued your centre. You could barely breathe, barely think between Aelin’s hands in your hair and between your legs while Rowan gripped your thigh and breathed down your neck. Your eyes closed, you were going to explode–

A sharp nip to your ear snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes shot open once more.

“Your queen asked you a question.” Rowan growled, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

“I don’t particularly enjoy repeating myself,” Aelin sighed mockingly. Ever so slightly, her middle finger stroked a feather-light line a few centimetres up your covered core, making you see stars. “But I’m feeling generous tonight, so let me ask you again. Will you let us take care of you, hm? Will you let us make you ours?”

“Yes,” You practically sobbed, the words shooting out from your lips before Aelin even finished her sentence. “Gods yes, please…”

Aelin looked like a cat that just ate the canary. Satisfied, she grinned triumphantly and removed her hand from between your legs. Before you could protest at the loss of contact, that hand came to your cheek and cupped your face as she brought her lips to yours.

Holy gods, Aelin Galathynius was kissing you.

Her lips were soft as rose petals, dancing against your own as the grip in her hair loosened, moving to rest upon your other cheek instead. Her scent of jasmine, lemon, and embers was intoxicating, as if it were a drug getting you high, and you loved it. Aelin’s blonde hair gently tickled your face in the breeze like silk, and her thumb ever so slightly stroked your cheek. You were pretty sure you were in heaven – you had imagined countless nights what it would be like to kiss the Queen of Terassen, to have those smirking lips pressed against your own.

She kissed you with a fire no less than what you would have expected from her. There was passion behind it, making your head reel as you lost yourself in the sensation. Needing to do something with your hands, you gently placed them on her waist as best you could given the position, Aelin still sitting to your left and slightly in front of you.

Rowan, who you had almost forgotten was there, hummed in approval. It was more of a low growl, turning you on even more. As Aelin continued to kiss you, Rowan’s hands roamed to the laces at the front of your v-neck nightshirt. He began undoing them, his fingertips brushing your skin teasingly as you felt the night air cool your newly exposed skin.

After unlacing the shirt, the fae prince kneeled and moved his hands to your shoulders, grabbing the edges of the nightshirt and slowly pulling them down your shoulders. His lips trailed along the newly exposed skin, canines scraping ever so slightly as he kissed and sucked.

You moaned into Aelin’s mouth, eliciting a satisfied growl from the queen. She kissed you harder, tongue ever so slightly tracing along the edges of your lips. You felt the nightshirt pool around your elbows, leaving your bare chest exposed to the night air. Before you could make an effort to pull your arms out from the sleeves, Rowan’s large hands gripped the front of the fabric and pulled, effortlessly ripping it to shreds.

Briefly, you wondered how you would explain to the others the absence of your nightshirt when you woke up. But that thought was pushed aside as you felt Rowan’s hand grasp your right breast with an assertiveness that you knew only fae males possessed. You gasped at the sensation as he began kneading the soft flesh of your chest.

Aelin’s mouth left yours and you whined. She chuckled, moving her lips to the hollow of your throat and sucked, which you knew would leave a purple mark the next day. Not that you cared, hell you’d wear it proudly – let everyone know the Queen of Terassen had marked you as hers that night.

Towering above you, Rowan gripped your hair with his free hand and pulled, forcing your head back and to the side to look at him. That usually stone cold face was blown with lust, the green of his eyes barely visible with his full blown pupils. With the starlight framing his face he looked every bit as ethereal and godlike as Aelin, the moon to her fiery sun.

However, you didn’t have time to savour his beautiful face looking down at you with nothing but sinful intentions, as he bent down to kiss you. His lips collided with yours, and you swear the world around you exploded. While Aelin’s kiss was soft and passionate, Rowan’s was rough and commanding. Teeth nearly clashing, his tongue found the inside of your mouth within seconds. You did not even think of trying to fight against his sheer dominance, especially when you saw stars as his teeth tugged your lip. 

Needless to say you were a whimpering mess. Between the silver haired prince’s tongue in your mouth and his hand groping your right breast and the blonde queen’s mouth planting possessive kisses and bites across your neck and chest, you were at the mercy of these two powerful beings.

And you loved it.

Aelin’s sinful mouth moved to your left breast, wrapping her lips around your nipple and letting her canines scrape the soft skin and had your toes curling. If your mouth wasn't preoccupied, you would have cried out.

She massaged your thigh again, hand roaming everywhere except where you needed it most. Perhaps involuntarily, your hips bucked, desperate to relieve the throbbing need at your core.

Rowan’s lips instantly disconnected with yours, growling as he roughly tugged your hair. “Don’t whine, princess.” He snarled. “You will take what we give you.”

“So needy,” Aelin crooned mockingly. “And so desperate. You avoid us for days, then demand more from us? After you already had an opportunity to join us in bed? Tsk tsk.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You hated begging, hated sounding weak to anyone no matter the circumstance. You were humiliated, but a sick part of you loved it – loved being teased and taunted by the powerful creatures whose hands which had taken so many lives and butchered countless people caressed the most intimate parts of your body.

“Please, fuck…” You begged, not caring how pathetic it sounded. “Please…”

“Please what?” Aelin taunted, drawing circles on your inner thigh.

Gods, they were actually going to make you say it, weren’t they? 

“Please touch me,” You nearly wept. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

From the heated glance Rowan and Aelin exchanged, you instantly knew uttering that last part may have been a mistake. Or a blessing, who knows.

“Good girl.” Rowan purred into your ear. 

The words poured over you like warm honey, wetness pooling between your legs at his words. Naturally, the increased intensity of your scent was not lost to both of them.

“Oh she liked that,” Aelin chuckled. “Isn’t that right, princess? Are you gonna be our good girl?”

“Yes!” You breathed, nodding with a fervour that was borderline shameful. But you didn’t give a shit, not as you were so close to getting what you dreamed of night after night.

“That’s all we needed to hear.” With that, Aelin’s hand tugged your flimsy shorts. You lifted your hips as she pulled them down your legs along with your underwear, tossing them to the side, likely into some bush.

You were now completely naked before them. Both fae paused and allowed their hungry gazes to roam your body. Your skin gleamed in the moonlight, legs spread as Aelin sat on her knees between them, looking ready to devour you whole.

“Just like we imagined, huh Fireheart?” Rowan mused to his lover.

Before you could ask what the fuck they meant, Aelin’s skilled fingers swept a line up your centre through the wetness pooling there, gathering it in her fingers before removing her hand promptly. You cried out, legs twitching. You stared, wide-eyed as the blonde brought her fingers to her mouth, licked them once, and moaned.

“She tastes so good, Rowan.” Aelin breathed. She leaned towards him and held out her fingers, to which the silver haired prince grabbed her hand and proceeded to wrap his lips around them and suck.

It was a sight that would have brought you to your knees, if you were standing. The Queen of Terassen and her lover moaning at your taste was something you thought would only happen in your dreams. Before you could say anything, Aelin stood up and skipped away into the bushes. You felt strong arms wrap around your back and under your knees, lifting your naked body up as if you weighed nothing at all. Carrying you, Rowan followed Aelin into a small clearing some distance away. It was by a small creek, with a large patch of soft, mossy ground next to it. The trees surrounded most of it like a wall, shielding the three of you from the rest of the world.

With a surprising tenderness, Rowan laid you down on the moss gently, planting a kiss to your lips. However, the kiss was short lived – Aelin, who had discarded her shirt somewhere along the way, practically shoved him out of the way as she scrambled over top of you. Her knee pressed against your core, rocking slightly and sending waves of pleasure shooting through your body. She resumed her attack on your neck and chest from earlier, and you knew that you would don multiple bruises and marks from the fiery queen.

Rowan did not seem to mind being sidelined for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he used this time to remove his own shirt. Smirking, he caught your gaze as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso. 

Mouth watering, you made eye contact as he placed his hand over the bulge in his shorts and palmed himself. In that moment you were thankful you did not have fire powers like Aelin, or else you were sure you would have set the clearing aflame from that wonderful sight.

Your attention was soon turned back to Aelin as her kisses moved down to your stomach, then to your hips. You bucked your hips, earning a firm bite from her. Defeated and relinquished of all control, you relaxed further into her touch and tried not to squirm as her lips ghosted your inner thigh a hairline away from your core.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Aelin murmured before leaning down and diving between your legs.

Oh Gods, she feasted on you.

This time, you really did scream as her tongue swept through your folds, stroking patterns along your most sensitive areas as her lips and teeth wasted no time in sucking your clit.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, your hand latched into her hair, entwining with the golden locks with a death grip as you panted. Luckily, Aelin did not seem to mind – in fact, the growl she let out indicated her approval. As she slipped a finger easily inside your hole while feasted on you, your head tilted up towards the stars and you allowed yourself to moan freely.

This was better than any of your dreams by far.

Rowan’s patience finally slipped, as he removed his pants but left his undershorts on and sat down behind you. He sat you up, Aelin’s free hand keeping your hips still as you were propped up. You felt Rowan’s muscular chest against your back, his scent of pine and snow filling your senses as his lips met your ear.

“Do you like that, princess?” He murmured. “Do you enjoy having your queen between those pretty legs of yours?”

“Yes,” You breathed. “I’ve…. fuck…. I’ve dreamed about it for so many nights…”

Pleased with your response, Rowan’s hands cupped your breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted your nipples, a delicious sensation of slight pain to contrast with the overwhelming pleasure at your core.

“We heard you play with yourself that night we slipped out,” He growled, canines abusing your neck. “Wondered if it was my fingers you were imagining your own to be, or Aelin’s. It was easy to figure out that you didn’t just want one of us, but both. Our perfect little slut, so eager, practically begging to be fucked.”

You whimpered helplessly, Rowan’s words heating your very blood. Your attempts at subtlety the past while had failed, and deep down you had known it. 

“I practically had to hold Aelin back that night to stop her from storming over there and ripping your clothes off,” Rowan continued. It was the most you had ever heard him speak to anyone besides Aelin –  never had you imagined it would be these words coming out of his mouth when he spoke to you. “Not that I was much better. You know what you did to me that night, don’t you? You can fucking feel it right now, princess?”

With those words, Rowan pressed his hips into your back, letting you feel the sizeable, solid bulge straining against his undergarments. You moaned, pride filling you knowing that you had done that to him, the feared fae prince who brought enemies to their knees. Gods knew you wouldn’t mind being on your knees before him.

“That’s right,” Rowan whispered. “Feel how hard you make me. That pretty mouth has been so quiet lately, I can’t wait to put it to use. Can’t wait to see you choking on my cock.”

The tight coil you had been feeling build up for the past few minutes increased at his words, and that familiar feeling of release crept up.

“I’m so close,” You murmured, giving the fae a warning – you suspected they were the type to make you ask for your release.

Rowan chuckled, as if they already could tell by your body language and scent, which they probably could. Aelin doubled her efforts, two curled fingers thrusting in and out of you while her lips and teeth were firmly attached to your clit.

Minutes later, the tension snapped and your release barrelled through you. Crying out Aelin’s name as your legs shook, Rowan bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, canines sinking into your skid and adding to the overwhelming sensation.

Aelin kept her head between your legs, coaxing you through your orgasm as tears pricked your eyes. You had never had a release that intense, and somehow they both knew it.

Before you knew what was happening, Aelin and Rowan flipped you around so you were on your hands and knees. Panting, you didn’t have time to protest before Aelin gripped handfuls of your ass and delved back in with her mouth. You couldn’t tell if you let out a scream or a sob. You were so sensitive, core throbbing as the queen mercilessly continued her attack on it, twice as vigorously as before. Tears now flowed down your cheeks, and you tried to wriggle away but her grip was too strong.

Rowan looked down at you, and for a moment concern took over his face and his eyes seemed to say, are you sure this is okay?

Yes, please don’t stop, you mentally said, appreciating the fact he made sure you were okay to continue despite your attempts to wriggle away from Aelin’s mouth.

That predatory lust came back over his features and he stood up. Maintaining eye contact, Rowan pulled down his undershorts revealing his already hard, impressive length.

Your mouth watered, and arrogance shone in his eyes as your jaw slackened. You whined again as Aelin crooked her fingers inside of you, a sound that made Rowan’s cock twitch.

He knelt down in front of you, striking his length a few times before bringing it to your lips. 

“Let’s see what your pretty mouth can do, princess.” Rowan growled before pushing the tip past your lips.

You gladly opened your jaw wide, taking in as much of him as you could. He was so big, you knew it would take a bit of time before you could take him all the way. Your tongue stroked the underside of his cock and you sucked, and the prince let out a groan.

Gods help me, you thought. The noise Rowan let out sent a rush of pleasure through your body so strongly you were unable to think. The composed fae prince, moaning as you took him in your mouth was a scenario you had only dreamed of. It was animalistic, deep in that way you always loved his voice to be.

Determined, you forced your jaw to relax further, bobbing your head up and down. Sensing your eagerness, Rowan gathered your hair in one hand and thrust his hips. You gagged slightly, choking at the rough intrusion in your throat but relished the sensation. As Aelin continued to drive your pussy into a frenzy of pleasure, Rowan picked up a pace as he thrust into your mouth.

A few minutes passed as you got comfortable with the pace. Taking as deep a breath as you could manage, you leaned forward and took all of him in your mouth, sucking as best you could. Tears streamed down your face from the effort as you choked, happily giving him the image he had described earlier. Feeling brave, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, keeping him deep in your mouth. The sight nearly had you released on the spot.

Rowan was panting, that muscular chest rising up and down as his grip in your hair tightened almost painfully. He was looking down at you as you stared up at him for approval. His face was flushed slightly, a hint of his slipping restraint. You pulled off of him for a few seconds to get some air, but went right back down onto his length.

The prince tipped his head back and growled a moan to the sky, calling out your name. The sound of your name on his lips had that familiar coil tightening again as you approached your release. You tried to hold it off as best you could, but Aelin undoubtedly noticed and gave you no mercy as she once again doubled her efforts.

Your moan sent a wave of pleasure through Rowan, who continued to thrust into your mouth. However, your focus began to waver a few minutes later as your release approached fast. Rowan didn’t seem to mind, apparently focusing his efforts on holding off his own release to your dismay.

Your second orgasm crashed through you like a wave. Instead of pulling away, Rowan held your head firmly so your mouth was still around him, muffling your sobs of pleasure. Only when you came down from your high did Rowan allow you to release his cock.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you slumped to the ground as Aelin stood up, satisfied with her work. Your closing eyes snapped open as Aelin sauntered over to Rowan, your juices gleaming on her face. Without hesitation, she pulled Rowan in for a kiss.

You gaped at the couple as Rowan tasted you on Aelin’s lips. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her in close to him. Their embrace was a beautiful sight – both naked and bathed in moonlight, their scars and tattoos shone amidst their toned muscles. Gold and silver hair contrasted with a divine beauty that would make the gods envious, making them truly look like a queen and a king. 

They stood there, hands roaming each other’s bodies until you whined, desperate to be near them again. They broke apart, Aelin laughing darkly.

“Look at her, we take our attention away from her for one minute and she’s whining like a desperate whore.” She said, coming to kneel next to your crumpled body. She stroked a hand through your hair, wiping it from your face.

“Our needy girl,” Rowan agreed, coming to kneel between your legs. He stroked a hand down your spine. “Is she ready for more, do you think?”

Before you could answer, Aelin cut in with a sugary sweet tone. “No, I think she’s done for the night. Looks like we tired her out early. Are you finished, little dove?”

Panic swept through you as you shook your head as vehemently as you could muster. It was too soon to be done, you wanted to stay here just a bit longer…

“Still begging for more, I see.” Rowan growled, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back so you were laying down on it. “Looks like we’ll have to give our princess what she wants.”

Keeping his hands on your hips, Rowan pressed the tip of his cock into you and pushed forward. The stretch of it burned, as you had never taken a male this large before, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Look at me.” Rowan commanded, slapping your thigh to get you to open your eyes again.

As he inched forward, slowly to try and make it less painful, those green eyes pierced yours. You maintained eye contact as he withdrew, then pushed in again – farther this time. Aelin was peppering kisses to your face holding in her hands and murmuring praises. After a minute you relaxed enough, and Rowan’s self control snapped and he finally thrust in fully.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the sensation. You felt so full, the stars ahead whirling as Rowan’s cock pushed against that one spot. You glanced up at Aelin, searching for any sign of discomfort or jealousy in her eyes at her lover being inside another woman, but you found none. Her turquoise gold gaze was filled with lust, finally washing away any fears you had about getting in between them.

Hearing your moaning, Rowan picked up his pace, the grip on your hips sure to leave bruises the next day.  

“As much as I love hearing those noises from you,” Aelin cooed. “I think it’s time to return the favour.”

You nodded quickly, causing her to chuckle before she swung a leg over your face and planted her knees on either side. She lowered her glistening cunt towards your face, but it was too slow for your liking. Already sick of her hovering, you grabbed her hips and planted her firmly on your face.

The Queen of Terassen moaned loudly, surprised at the action. You were filled with pride as you gladly opened your mouth to taste her. Eagerly, you swept your tongue through her folds, then inside of her, and you moaned. She tasted heavenly, even better than you had imagined.

As Rowan began pounding into you with a relentless force, you cried out. This apparently appeased Aelin, who cried out as the vibrations from your noise travelled into her. She rocked her hips on your face, gripping your hair with both of your hands.

You were in heaven. The Queen of Terassen sat on your face as if it were her own personal throne, moaning your name like a battlecry while your body shook at the force of which Rowan thrust into you. He lifted your hips slightly and changed his angle, satisfied when you practically screamed under Aelin as his cock found that one spot that made you see stars. You looked up at her, admiring the view as her perky breasts rose and fell with her breathing, golden hair spilled around her frame like a veil. You reached up to grab them with one of your hands, kneading them like Rowan had with your own.

As you felt yourself getting close for the third time that night, Aelin released one hand from your hair and leaned back to rub your clit. The world began spinning as you shot towards your orgasm faster than ever before. It hit the hardest this time, your nails surely leaving dents in Aelin’s hips and breasts as you screamed their names into Aelin’s cunt. Her orgasm followed moments later as she cried out with your tongue inside of her, your hair in a death grip as her juices gushed into your mouth and onto your face, which you happily lapped up.

Rowan’s hips jerked a few more times and he let out a roar that likely sent the birds into the sky, shaking the earth as his release barrelled into your trembling body. The three of you remained in your positions as you rode out your highs, panting and groaning. After a few minutes, Aelin climbed off your face and laid down beside you. To your surprise, she entwined her fingers with yours, smiling softly.

“My girl.” She said quietly.

“Our girl.” Rowan added. He leaned forward and covered your shaking frame in his muscular one. He licked your face, lapping up Aelin’s taste before kissing you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. Aelin squeezed your hand as you kissed him back before he laid down on your other side.

The three of you laid there in the clearing for a while, gazing up at the stars. Now that you had stopped panting, your brain was coherent enough to form words.

“I’m sorry I was rude and avoided you,” You said quietly, and both heads turned towards you. “I saw you two were so happy together and I felt so ashamed of myself. I didn’t want to come between you, but I couldn’t just be close to either of you and pretend I didn’t feel the way I did. I was so scared about what would happen if either of you found out about how I felt, so it was easier to stay away.”

Rowan slipped his hand through yours, stroking it with his thumb. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He murmured.

“Don’t feel ashamed,” Aelin said, stroking your cheek with her free hand and bumping your knee with her own. “It took us a while to figure out that we both were interested in you. We still love each other, but why not have even more love if we can?”

You smiled, grateful that they understood your feelings. You did not wish to take one of them away from the other, you wanted them both. 

“Exactly,” Rowan added. “Love does not have to be bound between two souls only. If there is room and wish for more from all parties involved, why not take it?”

Heart full, you let the weight of your worries from the past few weeks wash away. You were their girl.

Forever and always.

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[rowaelinsdaughter]

𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 (𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

omg, i need holy water,like, did I seriously write this??? well, i did, so please enjoy as much as i did writing this 🫶🏻 sorry if there's any error, english isn't my first language

WARNINGS: smut, fluff (a little bit), iron nails play (?)

WORD COUNT: 1,5 (k)

“I can do it, I can do it, I can do it…No, I can't do it”

“You know Manon would kill me if I was here, right?”

You rolled your eyes and turned to look at Asterin. “I know she would, but I need someone’s opinion on” you pointed to your body “this.”

Asterin rolled his eyes.

“I already told you, you look perfect and Manon will love it” a mischievous smile adorned Asterin's lips “besides, I don't think it will last long.”

You looked in the mirror again and appreciated the black lingerie that adorned your body. Manon loved seeing you in lingerie, it awakened something primal in her. When there were people she was reserved, although she had to keep you close and touch your back or hand so that they knew that you were hers, and that they had no chance of being with her. Besides, who would dare to confront the Queen of Witches? But, when you were both alone? He couldn't stop kissing you, having you close, telling you that he loved you. Although she was always the dominant one and you loved it.

You caressed the straps of the bra, marveling at the softness of the fabric. The top part held your breasts perfectly, the lace was perfect and the bottom part covered only your area, leaving your ass visible. You hesitated again whether to leave it on or not. But it was Manon's birthday. Her 150th birthday to be exact. You were going to do it.

"Ok I'm leaving." Asterin stood up from the chair she had been sitting in while you tried on the different lingerie. He approached you, winked and left.

You grabbed the robe that matched the lingerie and decided to dress up a little more. You made waves in your hair and left it down, creating a perfect waterfall down your back. You decided to wear little makeup and painted your lips a soft red, creating a contrast with your black lingerie.

Manon had to go to a nearby town to listen to people and then try to solve their problems, so to kill time you decided to read a book that you started a long time ago.

It was dusk when you heard Abraxos arrive, you approached the window being careful not to let him see you and there you saw him. She wore her moon-white hair in a braid and her fighting clothes fit perfectly on every part of her body. To surprise her, you decided to go into the bathroom until she arrived.

It wasn't long before you heard the door open and close.

“Yn” Manon looked around the room, confused to not find you anywhere.

You opened the bathroom door a little, careful not to make too much noise and so that she wouldn't find out, and when you saw that her back was to you, you opened the door completely, leaning on the door frame, letting the robe fall a little. 

Manon turned around and all rational thought vanished from her mind when she saw you standing there.

You saw how his gaze changed from surprise to lust in a matter of seconds, making a current of electricity run through your entire spine.

Gathering courage you decided to approach her. Manon watched as your hands opened the robe you were wearing, letting it fall to the floor, exposing yourself to her.

He approached you, looking over every part of your body, from your bare feet to your breasts. When she was centimeters away from you and you felt the heat emanating from her body, she approached your ear, and with a voice that he only saved for you when you were in bed, she whispered:

“I'm going to devour every part of your body, I'm going to make you scream my name so loud that the people in the town where I've been will know who makes you feel this way, and I'm going to enjoy my gift every moment. And when dawn comes you won't be able to get out of bed. Have you understood me?”

You swallowed and with a small voice you responded. “Yes, Manon.”

Her hands grabbed your knees and she lifted you up, carrying you to bed. You had never felt more exposed than now, lying on your double bed, she looked over you again. She took out her iron nails, caressing from your neck to your panties, a stain of your arousal present on them. You held your breath, watching a feline smile grace her handsome features as she noticed the stain.

She retracted her nails and tore them out with that strength that characterized her. He threw what was left of them into some corner of the room. Her hands caressed your legs to your sex, a muffled moan left your mouth, waiting for Manon to do something.

She caressed your clitoris and your hips rose involuntarily, controlled by the fire that now ran through your entire body thanks to the attention your lover was giving you. At this, Manon caressed your clit again, this time using a little more pressure, making you moan accompanied by her name.

“Is something wrong, witchling?”

She brought her face closer to your sex and licked from your entrance to your clit, sucking it, drawing those moans from your lips that let Manon know that you were enjoying yourself.

“Shit Manon… Don't stop plea-” You couldn't finish the sentence and a moan louder than the others came from your red lips as you felt her insert two fingers, synchronizing the caresses she gave you with her tongue and the thrusts of her fingers, reaching to that point that made you see the stars.

You heard a growl leave her lips as you felt your walls clench around her fingers. You were close, very close. With one hand you grabbed the sheets and with the other you held her head between your legs, preventing her from getting out of there. But Manon loved to make you beg, with her free hand she pushed your hand away from her head, pulled her fingers out and moved her tongue away from your sex.

"No, please"

She leaned back on her heels and began to undo her clothes, starting with the top. Her jacket, shirt and bra disappeared in some corner of the room. You licked your lips at the sight of her round breasts and pink nipples. Manon, seeing where your gaze was, decided to squeeze them, making your walls tighten.

You stood up, kneeling in front of her, pushed her hands away and began to massage, caressing her nipples with your thumbs. Manon sighed and that was the signal you needed to start licking one of her nipples and continue caressing the other. You notice how her hand caresses your head and with the other she strokes  your sex, inserting two fingers again.

You pull away and start kissing her neck and the hand she has in your hair tenses. You adored that area of ​​her, because it was the most sensitive. She pulls you away from her neck and takes out the fingers she still had inside you, grabbing your face with both hands and brings you closer to a kiss full of love, passion, lust and warmth.

You notice how she begins to get rid of the bottom part and lie down again, this time bringing your sexes closer together, moving her hips in a perfect rhythm, eliciting moans that are quickly silenced as your mouths are together.

You were the first to separate from her. You leaned your head back, leaving room for Manon to start biting and leaving marks that you knew everyone would see tomorrow.

You were close, very close.

“Are you close, witchling? Do you want to cum?”

You nodded. But Manon stopped moving her hips and grabbed your neck without applying too much pressure but just enough to make you go to the limit.

"Words"

“Yes Manon, please, I want to cum.”

She leaned close to your ear and whispered. “Good witchling”

She moved her hips again, this time a little faster and caressing your clit.

You became a bundle of moans, you felt that incredible sensation in your lower area. And then your whole world exploded, you stopped hearing what was happening around you, and you could only feel the orgasm course through your body, making your back arch.

You noticed how the bed sank next to you and two pairs of arms pulled you to her body. You wrapped an arm around her torso and rested your head on her shoulder. You were both drenched in sweat, but neither of you made any attempt to get out of bed and clean yourself, feeling better in each other's warmth.

Manon turned on her side so she could stare at you. You opened your eyes and found the gold that you loved so much. You smiled tired and at the same time happy.

“Did you like your gift?”

You saw her smile and her hand brushed your hair away from your face.

“I loved it, but”she got on top of you again “I told you that I was going to have you until dawn and I'm going to keep my promise.”

A playful laugh left your lips, you put your arms around her neck, pulling her close to you.

“Happy birthday, Manon.”

"Happy Birthday to me"

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

[stormborngod]

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part 1

Minors dni or else you’re going to get blocked, I mean it

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You whimpered as you felt Manon’s hands run over your body, tracing your stomach and sides as she kissed your neck. It was a welcome distraction from the group of witches that were eagerly watching your naked form upon Manon’s throne.

You felt Manon’s lips slide up to your ear and shivered as you felt her warm breath. “Are you alright?” She asked, her hands stilling to rest on your hips. You nodded and let out a breath. “Yes, just…nervous.”

She was silent for a moment before she spoke again. “One word and we can call it off.”

You chuckled and turned your head to kiss her cheek. “It’s alright love. I still want to.” She had spent days asking you if you were sure you wanted to do this and you had spent a day telling her it was fine, but she still worried. You grabbed her hand and guided it between your legs, feeling her breath catch as she felt just how wet you were.

She chuckled after a moment of exploring your cunt with her fingers and grabbed your thigh to spread your legs, showing your wetness off to the group of witches that were eagerly awaiting you.

“Let’s start then, shall we?”

You sucked in a breath as the first witch stepped forward and you recognized the blonde hair and blue eyes of Petrah. She stalked closer to you and fell to her knees when she reached the edge of the throne, her hands gripping your thighs as Manon’s hands moved back to your sides, drawing calming circles there.

Petrah looked up at you and smiled, rubbing her thumbs against the sensitive insides of your thighs. “Hello pretty girl.” She murmured, leaning forward to kiss your stomach. You swallowed as she began to kiss down your body, the feeling of her teeth scrapping against your skin, making you stumble over your words.

“H-hello..” you felt her smirk against your skin at your stutter, quicking her way down your stomach until she was staring directly at your drooling cunt. You watched as she bit her lip and moved one of her hands to rub against your outer lips with her thumb, bringing the digit to her mouth and licking up your juices.

“Fuck.” She groaned, bringing her hand back to your thigh as she leaned forward to kiss your cunt. You gasped, arching your back at the feeling of her tongue lapping up your wetness, digging your nails into the throne as her moans vibrated through you.

You tilted your head back, biting your lip to hold the moans that so desperately wanted to get out. You felt more than heard Petrah’s snarl as she doubled her efforts, seemingly unsatisfied with not getting to hear your whimpers. She let a hand drift from your left leg to circle your twitching hole with a finger, using the rush of wetness from you to use as lube as she thrusted in.

You jumped at the feeling of her finger inside your cunt and a hand shot out to grip at her hair to bring her closer, to lick you harder. She complied and sped up the thrusting of her finger inside you as she sucked your sensitive clit.

“That’s it sweet thing.” You felt Manon murmur against your skin. her hand replaced Petrah’s on your thigh as she watched the witch lick you open. You felt her smirk as the lewd sound of Petrah fucking your hole reached her ears, chuckling as you closed your eyes in embarrassment.

She gripped your chin with her free hand and forced your head forwards, towards the witches you knew were there. “Open your eyes sweet thing. I want you to see how desperately they watch you.”

You opened your eyes and shuddered at the hungry eyes that watched you. There were so many of them, so many focused on you and the sight of Petrah licking you open. Gods, you could even see a few of them touching themselves, the wet sounds of their pleasure joining yours in a lewd symphony.

It was that symphony, the eyes watching you, and the feeling of Petrah sucking hard on your clit as she added a second finger to join the one inside you that made you explode. Your moans were loud as you climaxed, your back arching against Petrah’s mouth as she brought you down gently, her free hand rubbing your leg in comfort as she licked you through the aftershocks.

Petrah finally pulled away from you and licked her lips to chase the final tastes of you. You could see her smug smile as she watched your twitching form, from your still sensitive cunt to your fluttering eyelids. She stood, leaning down to leave a soft kiss against your cheek as she spoke. “I’ll be seeing you again soon, pretty girl.” She whispered before she turned away from you to join the witches that watched.

You were left still twitching as the next witch stepping forward, one you didn’t recognize. Her gaze was hungry as she got closer and you swallowed nervously. You felt Manon laugh at your nerves and gasped as she used her fingers to spread your pussy lips to show your clenching hole.

“Onto the next one, hm?”

[moonlightazriel]

๋࣭⭑ Worlds Apart Masterlist ๋࣭⭑

Summary: The wingleader and loyal servant of Manon Blackbeak is sent to investigate a weird portal in the middle of the Witch Kindgom, things take a twist when the portal teleports her to a unwkown land, without knowing how to go back to her world, she'll have to face a new reality, a well known enemy and her conflictious feelings towards a familiar Shadowsinger.

Main Pairing: Azriel X OC female reader

Side Pairings: Feysand, Nessian, Emorie, Elriel and Elucien.

Warnings: Mentions of war, smut, blood, alcohol and mature language. Heavy spoilers for the TOG series...

☾⭑ Chapters ⭑☽

☾⭑ Prologue ☾⭑ Chapter 1 ☾⭑ Chapter 2 ☾⭑ Chapter 3 ☾⭑ Chapter 4 ☾⭑ Chapter 5 ☾⭑ Chapter 6 ☾⭑ Chapter 7 ☾⭑ Chapter 8 ☾⭑ Chapter 9 ☾⭑ Chapter 10 ☾⭑ Chapter 11 ☾⭑ Chapter 12 ☾⭑ Chapter 13 ☾⭑ Chapter 14 ☾⭑ Chapter 15 ☾⭑ Chapter 16 ☾⭑ Chapter 17 ☾⭑ Chapter 18 ☾⭑ Chapter 19 ☾⭑ Chapter 20 ☾⭑ Epilogue

If you wished to be tagged, please let me know.

[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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[shadowdaddies]

Hi can you write Manon x reader x Asterin where soft reader is being very unusually grumpy because Manon and Asterin aren’t spending a lot of time with her and they don’t know so they are like tf is that attitude and when she breaks down and tells them they make it up to her and comfort her —-> then smut

sure thing love 💜

A/N: I... need a cold shower

Attention, Please

Manon x Reader x Asterin

Warnings: smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, slight d/s dynamics, minors DNI, not proofread

You were laying on your bed, reading as an attempt to distract you from your foul mood. Manon and Asterin had both been distant lately, and despite the many hints you tried to give them that you needed more attention, they didn’t seem to get the message. Maybe they didn’t care. 

You let out a huff as you propped yourself on one elbow and opened your book. Not a moment after you found the place you had left off reading, the door opened and Manon and Asterin entered. They both gave you a quick greeting before returning to their conversation, their talking making it impossible to focus on your book. You finally snapped, “Could you two get out?! You are so annoying.” Their conversation abruptly ended, Manon turning her head to arch an unimpressed eyebrow at you as you glared at her. Asterin tried to hide her laugh at your standoff, only for you to turn your glare to her. “What’s so funny, Asterin?”

Her face quickly turned shocked, but before she could respond, Manon held up a hand to silence her. Manon prowled over to where you laid on the bed, standing above you as she used one finger to tilt your chin to look at her. She studied you for a moment, reading you as easily as the book you held open in front of you. “We’re annoying? Are you sure about that, pet? Or could there be something else on that pretty little mind of yours?” 

You jerked your chin from her hand, suddenly embarrassed to meet her gaze as Asterin came up next to her. “Little love, what’s going on?” You glanced at Asterin, and your emotions finally came to the surface. Tears threatening to spill, you took a deep breath as you tried to find the words. Still avoiding their intense gazes, you mumbled, “I feel like you two have lost interest in me. It’s as if you both don’t care to make the time for me. Did I do something wrong?” After a moment of silence, you looked up at Manon to see her expression completely softened, she and Asterin both with looks of guilt on their faces. 

Manon grabbed your hand as Asterin walked around her to stand by your head, brushing the tear that had fallen onto your cheek. Asterin spoke first, her voice soft as she explained. “I’m so sorry, love. We have been so focused on coven matters and training lately. Neither of us wanted to burden you with dumping our own stresses on you, we don’t want to push you away or make you feel like we do not care for you.” You sniffled, nodding as you accepted what Asterin was saying. “I want to be there for you both. It’s not a burden to me, it’s a privilege to be there for you during stressful times. And I need you to be here for me as well.” 

Asterin leaned down to give you a soft kiss, Manon still holding your hand as she rubbed it with her thumb. Manon smirked, looking at you before asking Asterin. “Well, we are here now. How about we show our girl how much we care?” Your stomach fluttered at her words, and you quickly discarded your book to the nightstand as Asterin climbed over you, pressing kisses to your neck and chest as she removed your clothing. She leaned back to where she was straddling you, hand lightly tracing your jaw as she whispered, “you are so beautiful.” 

Manon cleared her throat from the side of the bed, turning both of your attention to her. She motioned for Asterin to stand up, directing her to undress as well while Manon strode to stand at the end of the bed, looking every bit of the commanding queen that she was. Once Asterin undressed, Manon’s eyes flicked to the pillows behind you, a silent command for Asterin to lay behind you. She laid against the pillows, pulling you up to rest against her bare chest as she stroked your waist, trailing her hands up and around to hold your hands in hers. Manon smiled as she cooed, “look at my good girls.”

You flushed at the praise, squeezing Asterin’s hands as Manon spread your legs wide, exposing you to her. Lightly trailing her fingers along the sensitive skin of your upper thighs, she leaned down to blow a cool breath on your clit. Your legs instinctively clenched together at the stimulation, Manon catching them as she tutted her disapproval at you. She looked to Asterin, “Ster, hold her down for me.” Asterin obeyed, releasing your hands to grab your thighs, throwing her own legs over them while she pinned your hips down against the mattress.

Manon hummed her appreciation as she admired the view of you on display for her, swiping one finger up your folds. She brought her hand to the light, showing you your wetness before bringing her finger to Asterin’s mouth, “suck.” Ster eagerly sucked Manon’s finger, moaning at the taste of you on her before Manon pulled away. She sighed, looking down at your desperate face as she let out a soft laugh. “I think you’ve had enough teasing for now, huh?” You nodded, only for Manon to pinch your nipple. “Words, pet.” You mewled as she continued her assault on the sensitive bud, gasping out a “yes, ma’am. Please touch me, Manon.” 

With a feral grin, Manon smacked your breast, murmuring a “good girl,” before she returned to hover above your core. She licked a stripe through your folds, and you arched back against Asterin as you moaned. Asterin took the opportunity of access to your exposed neck to mark love bites along your skin, and you brought one hand up to hold her close, bringing the other down to thread it through Manon’s hair. She continued licking and sucking your clit, occasionally thrusting her tongue inside of you. “More, Manon, please,” you pleaded. She arched a brow at you as if to scold you for your impatience, but she complied, entering two fingers into you as she twisted and curled them, sucking your clit while flicking her tongue against it in a wicked manner. 

Asterin brought her hands to your breasts, massaging and toying with your nipples. The stimulation from the both of them touching you at once had your legs shaking as you chanted both of their names over and over. “Manon, I’m going to cum, please may I?” For a moment, Manon ignored your plea, instead increasing her assault on your pussy. You screamed, “Manon!” as you thrusted against Asterin’s grip on you, desperate for your release. With a laugh Manon finally gave you permission to cum, grazing her teeth on your clit as you shattered beneath her, writhing on the bed, moaning her name as you rode out your orgasm. 

You came down, panting for breath as Manon climbed over you, pressing a kiss to your lips. She pulled back with her wicked smile, “I hope you catch your breath quickly, pet. This night is far from over.”

[danikamariewrites]

Ride

Manon Blackbeak x f!Reader (smut)

A/n: I’m posting this way later than I intended to but oh well

Warnings: smut and blood kink (Manon def has one u can’t change my mind)

As the door flew shut with a bang that shook the walls of your bedroom Manon attached her lips to yours in a bruising kiss. She was pissed and you knew why. You were currently visiting Rifthold celebrating some holiday Dorian decided was important enough to invite everyone to that you could care less about. You were just excited you had an excuse for Manon to dress you up in one of the expensive, pretty gowns she’s bought you.

While you were happy to accompany your girlfriend to the party she was less than happy about the attention you were getting from a certain male in the ballroom. Fenrys. He had cornered you while you were topping off your glass of champagne. He had always had eyes for you and Manon didn’t like that one bit.

He had touched your shoulder and flashed you a charming smile Manon did not care for. As soon as she saw you smile back at him her self restraint broke. Leaving the Queen of Terrasen confused at Manon’s sudden outburst until she saw where the witch was stomping off to.

Before you could comprehend what was happening Manon was dragging you away from Fenrys and back to your rooms.

“Clearly,” Manon growled, breaking away from your lips and clenching your cheeks in her hand, “I haven’t made it obvious enough that you are mine, and mine alone.” You shake your as best you can with her iron grip holding your face. She lets go, making her way to sit on the edge of the bed, your eyes taking in her every move. Gracefully sitting on the edge of the bed she beckons you forward.

You don’t hesitate, knowing when she gets jealous and possessive Manon needs to touch you. It’s rare Manon gets like this but it’s one of her insecurities that she’s shared with you and only you. She doesn’t think she deserves you and your kind heart and soft demeanor, and that’s far from the truth.

You stand between her legs, her hands finding their place on your hips. Leaning down you capture her lips in a soft sensual kiss. “I’m yours Manon. Only yours.”

“I know, baby. But you smiled back at him, so I think you need a reminder.”

It’s clear you’re not getting out of a punishment this time. She let it slide last time so it seems your luck has run out. Although, Manon’s “punishments” are quite pleasurable. Manon flicks her right wrist causing her iron nails to appear. She smirks at you, bringing the gleaming iron up to the front of your dress. Your breathing becomes shallow as Manon slices the fabric from the top of your breasts all the way down to the top of the skirt.

Manon pushes the fabric from your shoulders letting pool by your feet. She pulls you onto the bed as she lays on her back. Manon again, beckons you toward her with those deadly nails. “Come up here.” You crawl up Manon's pale body straddling her stomach. Manon squeezes your thighs dragging her nails lightly up and down your skin.

“You’re going to sit on my face baby. And you’re not going to hold back being loud. I want all of Rifthold to know who makes you feel good.” She looks up at you with a wicked smirk. “And for that little smile you gave Fenrys, don’t think you get to come so easily.”

You swallow audibly, crawling your way up to Manon’s face. Once you’re hovering above her lips Manon pulls you down by your thighs, nails digging in. Her tongue pokes out, licking you from your entrance to your clit over and over. You moan, holding back slightly, your hands grabbing at her moon white hair. Your quiet moans make her growl, “What did I say?” She starts licking and sucking at your clit hard.

You stutter, “I-I’m sor-sorry Manon.” You moan louder as she sucks harder, nipping at your clit. You feel yourself getting close to the edge and then Manon lets go of you completely. Whimpering, you start moving your hips back and forth. She lets out a laugh against your cunt, sticking her tongue out again licking through your folds.

She alternates from licking and sucking at your clit as you let out a pornographic moan. You start grinding on her face faster as she brings you to the edge again. Manon can tell you’re on the you’re close to an orgasm again and she stops her movements. You whine, “Manon please! Please, please, please! Please let me cum, I’ll never look at Fenrys again, please!” She loves when you beg. “How can I deny you when you sound so sweet begging me to cum? Go ahead baby, don’t hold back.” She starts eating you out with a new ferocity, digging her nails into your thighs harder, breaking your skin.

As she starts licking and sucking you moan at the feeling of her tongue and the warm blood dripping down your things. You quickly approach another orgasm, this time Manon doesn’t let up, letting you fall over the edge. As you come down from your high Manon gently licks you, drinking up all of your release.

Manon gently pulls you off her mouth, flipping you over onto your back. You look down at her smiling, grabbing at her hair again. She starts kissing your things, licking at the little trickles of blood. “Mmhhmm, I love you Manon.”

She lays on top of you, kissing you slowly. “I love you too baby.” She switches to lay down next to you pulling your head to her chest, stroking your hair as you drift off to sleep.

tags: @rebs2210 (tagging you bc u were very enthusiastic about this coming out so thank you and I hope u enjoy

[gothicbabydollz]

Idea that I can’t get out of my head:

Manon riding your mouth. Dorian fucking you as hard as he can. While they use you for their pleasure, they’re also making out and groping each other. Dorians using those phantom hands of his to keep you restrained and to play with your clit. Every now and then you’ll feel manon’s claws in your hair.

I would kill to be a play thing for these two tbh

-♓️

ugh please

[throneofsapphics]

✧poly!Rowaelin✧ ✧poly!Manorian✧

✧Manon✧

obedient* just one afternoon quiet* of no consequence another lesson* dating manon and nesta running from the truth* forbidden fruit red* manon helping you on your period a little help pine trees and storm clouds teaching moment you're hiding something* breaking point*

✧Dorian✧

not worth remembering patience* tuesdays all eyes are on you there you go again the right reasons* the art of relaxing breathless* pretty poison a favor

✧Fenrys✧

end of the night* broken promises ↳ (part two) get up off the roof between the heavens and the embers lovemaking* deadly instincts busy mornings

✧Manon x Reader x Asterin✧

think for yourself ↳ you did learn pretend* lifeline on the edge*

✧Aelin✧

morning dew and flames* I could be a better boyfriend keep it together*

✧Asterin✧

berries* born rivals audience* supposed to be us

✧poly!Elorcan✧

exploring pleasure*

✧Elide✧

closed doors & open bottles

✧Asterin x Reader x Elide✧

cinnamon

✧Rowan✧

keep still* a friendly hand* old faces ↳ continued as poly!rowaelin

✧Lorcan✧

finishing up work* a deal between friends* capable of chaos

✧Gavriel✧

pretty apologies*

✧Lorcan & Fenrys & Rowan✧

the arrangement*

✧Next Gen✧

Lysaedion's Daughter pick them better ↳ take two (pt2) snitch questionable decisions (x manorian's son) Rowaelin's Daughter reasonable situation secrets never last all good things come to an end

[zoyaofthegardvn]

Sapphic Kinktober

Okay ya'll! Let's talk Sapphic Kinktober <3

Plz remember that I cannot make any promises about how well I'll stick to this, but I would love to provide for the queer girls out there who wanna read about their faves this month.

What I need from you guys is to send me some kinks you'd like to see me cover this month, and with whom you'd like to see it with! I'll list the characters I'll write for in just a moment, and I'll list some kinks I'm already thinking of.

I'll also add that smut writing isn't something I've been doing for very long, and while I like to read some pretty kinky shit, i'm not sure how I feel about writing super kinky shit. So if you suggest something truly wild, I may love it, but may not write it. At least not at this point in my writing! Who knows what Kinktober 2024 will bring!

Okay so.. here are the kinks/themes I'll have for this list:

Face sitting

Thigh riding

Spanking

Brat taming

Choking

Bondage

Virginity

Toys

Mommy kink

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

Overstimulation

Double penetration

Humiliation/Degradation

Praise

Hate sex

Okay, that's about half of what I need for 31 days of kinks! Shoot me some ideas. If anything, I also don't mind repeating some kinks :)

Characters I'll be writing for:

Manon Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Nesta Archeron

Elain Archeron

Mor

Zoya Nazyalensky

Alina Starkov

I realize this isn't a very long list, but these are all characters that are of age and that I feel like I could write well. So of course these characters will be repeated several times!

Let me know what kinks you'd like to see with them this month!