#rowan smut

[reflectuions]

NSFW PORN LINKS ; wednesday edition

a/n: this does not include anyone from the cast of wednesday who are underage such as moosa (plays as eugene ottinger!). anyways, i hope u like this as much as i do >_< if there are any other characters u would like for me to do, lmk so i can make a pt 2!!!

☆ WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

wednesday eating u out >0<

riding wednesday like ur life depends on it!!!

wednesday teasing you :(

the both of u kissing intimately, so cuteee

★ ENID SINCLAIR

vibrator on both of ur clits bc it feels so fucking good!!!

double sided dildo to please each other ^ ^

what enid sent u while u were away

fucking after class (^O^) ♥︎

☆ AJAX PETROPOLUS

ajax fingering you in the car!!!

propping up your leg to let ajax fuck into you >_<

riding ajax in public, hoping u 2 don’t get caught

ajax just loves fucking into u ♥︎

★ XAVIER THORPE

first time w temperature play!!

sloppy kisses w xav as he plays with ur tits :0

xavier’s cum spilling out of you

kisses are his favorite thing to do with you ^_^

☆ BIANCA BARCLAY

what bianca sends u when she’s needy for u :(

playing with bianca’s pussy!!! so cuteee

using her pretty face to cum ^0^

when she’s needy for u pt2 hehe

★ ROWAN LASLOW

riding touchy!rowan o(>ω<)o

riding rowan’s pretty face!!!

making out with u is his fav to do :(

playing with his flushed cock ^_^

[azsazz]

Good for Me

Rowan x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Dom rowan and his good girl🤭🫠

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral (69).

Word Count: 2,591

Notes: This year I'm thankful for Rowan Whitethorn.

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“Come here, heart,” Rowan demands from where he’s sitting against the headboard of the bed. His muscular chest is on display, the moonlight casting through the open window and clashing with the soft faelights littered around the room.

Taking a step forward, you drink him in. His long torso is half covered by swirling tattoos that trail down into where his tight hips dip into his trousers. You know the ink continues down, just as your gaze does, halting on the strain of his cock pressing against the fabric.

Your mouth goes dry.

Continuing forward, you come to a halt as he speaks again, green eyes pinning you to the floor. “Crawl to me.”

Your brows furrow as your throat works around a swallow. Heat flushes from your cheeks to your cunt, your clit awakening with his words. “Crawl?”

“Crawl,” Rowan agrees, nodding. The corner of his mouth lifts in a mischievous smirk that makes the apex of your thighs ache. “Naked.”

Your gaze flickers to the floor beneath your feet. It’s worn, floorboards curved with time and you almost shudder at the thought of what’s been done here, what else is embedded between splinters of wood. Head still turned towards the floor, you raise only your eyes to Rowan’s, a slightly desperate plea to change his mind.

But he only raises a brow, answering your unspoken question. “You know I love that face, but that’s not what I’m looking for right now, heart. You want to be my good girl, don’t you? Want to be rewarded for crawling to me?”

Fuck him. He knows just how to get you to give. Your knees nearly collapse from his words alone, warmth pooling between your legs as your cunt cries out for him. 

You want to be good for him. So good that he never thinks of ever needing another mouth but yours, another hand around his cock nor another cunt for him to cum in. You want to kiss him, lick him, suck him, and ride him, want to hear those pleasure-fueled noises rolling off his tongue.

Slowly, almost teasingly, you work yourself free from your dress. Rowan watches with hungry eyes. His hand twitches from where it’s settled on the bed, like he might just grab his cock and start stroking himself to the sight of your dress sliding down your body. Your nipples tighten near painfully as the night air breezes through the open window. If anyone walks past the inn, they’re sure to get an earful.

Next, you shimmy yourself free from your underwear, kicking it in his direction, the only sort of protest you’ll show. Rowan snatches them out of the air as quick as a whip, and the rolling green of his eyes flare, sharpening as he brings them to his face, inhaling your scent as deeply as he can.

The need to touch yourself is incessant, but you keep your hands at your sides as Rowan’s tongue pokes out, lapping the taste of your wetness from the fabric.

“All nice and wet for me and I didn’t even have to ask.” He sounds pleased, and you like that. You like that a lot. Rowan flings your underwear to the side and you watch every muscle of his body flex as he attempts to keep himself from pouncing on you. “I much prefer the real thing, heart. Will you let me taste you?”

“Yes,” you breathe, chest already heaving. Dropping to your hands and knees, you make slow, sensual movements with your body, even though your cheeks burn. But Rowan can’t seem to take his eyes off of you, even as he unzips his pants and shoves them roughly down his legs, unable to wait any longer.

Your mouth waters as his cock springs free from its confines, resting against his stomach. It’s glistening at the tip, pink and needy. There’s a vein that runs down the non-tattooed side of his cock and you’re particularly interested in tracing the line of it with your mouth.

“That’s it, heart, come here.” You obey, only because you want to hear more words like that. Your knees are aching already and surely there’s a splinter in your hand, but you know Rowan will pick it out for you afterwards.

When you’re close enough, Rowan scoops you from the floor and settles you against his chest. You whine a little, squirming against the warmth of his body because you want to face him, watch his reaction as you sink down on his throbbing cock.

“Rowan, please,” you cry, trying to unwind yourself from his grip. “I want to look at you.”

“Patience, heart,” he hisses as you brush against his sensitive cock, locking his arms around your body. “Be good for me and I’ll let you, I promise.” His words are pressed into your neck, sending shivers up your spine.

Forcing your body to relax against his, you await further demand. Shifting his knees inside yours, he spreads your legs wide. Rowan keeps one arm locked across your waist, the other sliding down between your legs to tease at your pulsing clit.

You throw your head back against his shoulder with a moan, fingers clawing into the meat of his thighs as he circles the nub slowly but with sure motions. 

“More,” you groan, trying with all of your strength to buck into his touch. You whisper as he pulls his hand away, sweeping it across your folds to gather more of your slick before he’s rubbing at you again, with more intention this time. “Faster, Ro, please, please! Need you!” 

His voice is low, and you can feel each word rumbling against your spine. His breath is hot, words even more so, “Do you want my fingers? Or my face?”

Gods, do you want to cum right on his fucking hand. Your body melts into his with a languid noise, and Rowan has to nip at your ear with his sharp teeth to gain your attention again.

“Face,” you garble, “Please.”

Rowan pulls his fingers away from you completely and you feel like you could cry. Your clit is throbbing painfully, body uncomfortably hot as the feeling of your orgasm wanes away.

You’re about to protest when Rowan brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking the taste of you off with a hum. You can’t help but watch the way his tongue circles his fingers, head craned over your shoulder to watch. Your body yearns for those same motions against your cunt, and you can’t help but writhe against his heavy cock settled against your backside. 

“Fuck, heart,” he coos, licking the remnants of you from his lips. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. “You taste so good.”

You want to taste him too, you need to. Stretching up, you know Rowan understands exactly what you want, and he delivers, pressing his mouth hot against yours, tongue slipping inside as his hand rests against the swell of your throat, heavy and reassuring.

Gently, Rowan shifts your body, lying flat on the bed. He presses you forward with a guiding hand on your back, so you’re staring straight at his heavy cock. You lick your lips, squeaking as he readjusts you so easily with the muscle cording his body, so your cunt is settled over his face. He hums happily and you jerk as his tongue brushes through your folds.

Your hips sink down, unable to hold yourself back. You take his cock in hand, jerking him once, twice, before you’re suckling the pearl of precum off of the tip before swallowing his cock down. You can feel that vein that has occupied your mind, tracing down it with your tongue. Rowan’s hips buck and you choke, the wet sound of it echoing through the room.

Rowan is unrelenting against your cunt, fucking his tongue into you, switching up his pace, his strokes, when you do something different as well. You’re whimpering on his cock, the silkiness slick against the flat of your tongue. You need to use your hand as well, his cock too big to fit into your mouth without a little force.

“So soft and pretty, heart. You can take more, can’t you?” He nearly begs when he pulls away from your cunt for a moment before he’s lapping up the wetness that’s spread to your thighs.

Squeezing your eyes shut you relax your jaw as much as you can, taking Rowan deeper. He’s past the point of hitting the back of your throat now, he’s cutting off your airflow completely, thick cock buried deep down your throat. 

He groans at the noises you make, the feeling of your tight throat constricting his cock. His mouth falters against your cunt but he’s reaching a hand down, wrapping your hair around his fist and pressing you further onto his cock as he lifts his hips, fucking into your throat with a hiss and a harsh nip at your clit that makes pleasurable tears burn your eyes.

Gods, he doesn’t know if he can stop himself. You feel too good wrapped around him like this, your wetness dripping from your cunt, smeared across his chin. He wants to submit to the feeling coiling his gut, let loose his cum and fuck it down your throat while you choke on it, but he also wants to stuff you full of it and watch it drip from you for hours. 

“Good girl-that’s a good fucking girl,” he groans and your pussy clenches. 

Rowan slows his movements and you gasp for air. You cry out when he focuses his attention back on your clit, sucking and licking with fervor. He does it like he was made for exactly this, and your body shakes as he continues on, not letting up when you cry that you’re about to cum. 

“Be a good girl and cum for me, heart. Give it to me and I’ll let you have my cock.”

So you do. Loudly. 

“Rowan!”

Your cries fill the night air, echoing down the streets. Fire blinds you, searing through your body down between your thighs. Rowan drinks it all in, your orgasm, the noises you’re making, the feeling of your nails clawing into his skin, your torturous breaths hot against his cock as you pant through the euphoria. 

“Fucking hell, heart,” Rowan breathes, pressing soft kisses to your cunt. “You did so well for me.”

You whimper and your thighs shake. Your body is already spent from your orgasms but you want his cock in your cunt. “Need to feel you, Ro. Please.”

“Alright, heart, come here,” Rowan says gently, helping you maneuver around. You collapse against his chest, reveling in his warmth. Rowan’s fingers stroke long lines up your spine and it makes you want to melt into him further, until he starts rubbing his cock against your soaked cunt. You whine, arching against him. “My girl did so well, you deserve it.”

“Take me,” you say desperately, fingers digging into his broad shoulders. Rowan doesn’t hesitate, pressing the head of his cock into your wetness at a torturously slow speed. Your breath catches in your throat at the stretch and your eyes roll into the back of your head as he curses at the tightness of your cunt.

Each press into you pushes more and more breath from your lungs. You’re greedy with it, already rolling your hips, encouraging Rowan for more. You’d tried to push yourself upright so you could sink down on him fully when his slow movements started to drive you a little insane, but he’d wrapped his arms around your body and crushed you to his chest. Rowan wasn’t allowing you to take this from him, he’s reveling in your reactions, your whimpers and keens against the skin of his chest.

“That’s it, take it,” he soothes, pressing kisses to your exposed skin. They’re meant to be distracting but how could you pull your attention away from his cock filling you to the brim? You shudder against him as he kisses down your neck to your shoulder, nipping softly. You’re clinging to him like a kitten, nails scraping red welts into his tan skin.

You want his cum painting the walls of your cunt, want him fucking into you so hard that it leaks out of you because there’s not enough room. 

The tip of his cock brushes your womb and you arch, seeing white.

“Again,” you beg, and Rowan listens, pulling out and fucking back in, right into the same spot that has you crying out like that. 

He considers tattooing this moment into his skin, your lips red from where you’ve bitten them, trying to contain your pleas. The pink of your cheeks, how you can hardly keep your eyes open even when he tilts your chin and growls for you to keep them open. The way that your body writhes on top of him as much as you can with his iron arms keeping you pinned to him for the taking.

The room is filled with noise, creeping out into the night through the open window. The wet sounds of your cunt, the soft slapping as his hips meet yours, his low grunts and your loud cries. It’s a symphony of euphoria, and you hope your neighbors don’t file a complaint with the inn. The breeze does nothing to cool your burning skin, the coiling in your gut with that familiar rush each brush of his cock guides you towards.

“Your body was made for me, heart,” Rowan moans, hips bucking faster the closer he comes to his peak as well. Your body is slack against his, his thick girth making you boneless. His hands stoke down your sides, settling in a harsh grip around your hips as he plants his feet into the mattress and fucks into you even harder. You cry out, skin sticking to his, allowing the warmth in your abdomen to crest in one of the most earth-shattering orgasms you’ve experienced in your life.

The room goes black. You’re aware that Rowan is still holding you tightly and bucking his hips into yours, keeping you grounded to this plain. You feel like this is your purpose, loving Rowan, and your liquid mind finally catches up, fighting through the pleasure that melted it, right as your mate cums with a sound that makes the inn groan on its hinges. It roils through your bones, his hot cum spurting into you as he hugs you so tightly you can hardly breathe. 

It’s everything, though, with him here like this, coming together under the moon. It doesn’t matter where you go or who either of you pretend to be, as long as you’re together and can feel like this. 

Rowan’s body slowly begins to relax under yours. He hasn’t removed his cock from you, keeping his cum trapped inside your tight cunt. The feeling makes you shudder a little, and he presses you closer, his lips finding yours to reward you with a sensual kiss. 

“So good for me,” he whispers against your lips. Rowan shifts his hips a little, cock grazing your insides, and you whimper because you’re not all that sure you can go for another round right now, no matter how badly you want to. Your mate shushes you softly, brushing your hair from your face so he can stroke soothing patterns against your cheek. 

“I love you, Ro.”

“I love you too, heart,” Rowan presses those words into your skin like a promise. “I love you too.”

[jeannineee]

3 and I with Rowan 😩

Just One More

Rowan Whitethorn x Reader

a/n: requests are open!!

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

3. “Yeah? Right there?”

I. Overstimulation

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“R-Rowan!” Your voice was hoarse, mind going foggy from the aftershocks of your third orgasm.

And judging by the look on his face, Rowan was nowhere finished with you. He gave you a minute to catch your breath, running his hands soothingly along your thighs, peppering kisses along your jaw, your neck.

He stayed buried inside you, and as he leaned back, he marveled at the white ring around the base of his cock, pulling almost fully out of you, slowly thrusting back in.

You mewled at the sensation of his cock sliding along your over-sensitive walls. “Rowan—I can’t—too much.”

“You can, princess.” Rowan gave you another slow thrust, groaning as your cunt clenched around him. “One more. You can give me one more.”

You knew it’d be at least three more, at best. Rowan grabbed your thighs, spreading them widely. He began thrusting faster, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with each movement.

Rowan almost came from your reaction alone; your helpless moaning, your cunt squeezing him relentlessly. “Yeah? Right there?”

Rowan grabbed your thighs again, pressing your knees into your chest. The new angle had you on the precipice of another orgasm much quicker than you were expecting. Strings of pleas fell from your lips, nails digging into Rowan’s arms as he pounded into you.

“Rowan, Rowan,” you chanted his name as your orgasm ripped through you, Rowan following closely behind. He collapsed against you, releasing your legs.

Rowan slowly eased out of you, kissing down your body until his head was between your legs. You whined in protest as he grazed his teeth along your inner thighs, but he shushed you. “One more, princess.”

Your protests fell short as he put his tongue to work.

[throneofsmut]

Kinktober Day Seventeen: Temperature Play

Rowan Whitethorn x Female Reader

Rowan had used his ice and wind magic to defend and protect you but now that you were mates he also used it to pleasure you.

“Fuck, Princess.” He groaned, clenching his jaw as he looked down at you.

You were a moaning and writhing mess beneath him as he rubbed an ice cube that he’d conjured over and around your hardened nipples and swollen clit. “Rowan” you cried out, tears threatening to fall.

He’d been teasing you for what felt like hours. He’d rub the ice over your burning skin and then he’d swirl his warm tongue over it, sometimes sucking.

“Yes, Princess ?” He feigned innocently but there was a wicked gleam in his pine green eyes. “Please” you whimpered as tears stained your cheeks. Rowan licked them as they fell, groaning, “Please what ? I need words, princess.” He knew what you wanted. What you so desperately needed.

“More.”

He placed a hungry kiss against your lips before moving to settle down between your thighs and lapping at your aching cunt. Your hips bucking in need of more. Of him. But he wasn’t done playing with you yet. Rowan growled when you started writhing and crying out as he began to suck harshly on your clit.

Heat coiled deep in your tummy as he inserted one thick finger, then two and started curling them so they hit that sweet spot inside you. “Oh fuck - fuck Ro.”

He knew you were right on the edge, he’d memorized every move and reaction your body had to his. To him. Pumping and curling his fingers even faster and moaning against your clit, the vibrations of it had you screaming as your release barreled through you.

Rowan sat up on his knees, looking down at you, “Good girl.” He praised as he still moved his fingers inside you and used his free hand to make tight circles on your clit.

Panting as you came down from your high, quicker than you could react, Rowan had flipped you over on your hands and knees. “Ro ?”

“Did you think I was done playing with you ? I’m just getting started, princess.”

You let out a sharp breath as he pushed all the way in, bottoming out in one go. And before you could adjust he was pulling out and slamming right back in. “Oh gods.” You fisted the sheets, knowing you were in for a long night.

[gothicbabydollz]

look what i just found 😀

I hate it, this was a hard read. I can’t tell if it’s cause i just really hate the way i was trying to write this or if it’s cause it’s about a man. Who knows.

I’m gonna post it anyway since i did promise this ages ago. I apologise if it’s not my best work.

strict!dom rowan…

to the outside world, Rowan Whitethorn is cool, collected and ferocious member of the cadre.

and that doesn’t change much behind closed doors, especially in the bedroom.

he never realised just how much he strives for control, gets off on it. Until he tapped into his dominant side.

and when you came along, the switch clicked perfectly into place. You’re so eager and so willing to listen to him

you want to be his good girl.

now, Rowan has rules. Not too many but he is strict about them

1. Manners.

If you want something from him, you ask nicely. If he’s in between your legs, has your thighs pushed back against your chest. He’s watching your pretty cunt swallow his thick fingers. Slowly slipping in and out, massaging your warm, wet walls. Curling perfectly to feel you squeeze. Desperate for release, you want more. “Please,” You’ll groan out.

“Please what, angel? What is it?” He asks so nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t stroking that one specific and delicate spot inside you. Rowan does it on purpose. Making it harder for you ask for what you’d like from him.

“F-faster! Mmph! Need you to fuck me faster, sir please.”

(this man is so sir coded istg!!)

Majority of the time, Rowan is a ‘you’ll take what I give you’ kind of male. But gods does he love hearing you beg. He’ll drag this out for a while, because one thing to know about Rowan…he’s a tease. He’ll get you whining for him before he finally gives you what you want. Thrusting his fingers into your heat at a relentless pace, cunt sloshing lewdly. You asked him so nicely, how could he refuse? Rowan‘s hand will also find its place wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. So he can feel the vibrations of your moans against the palm of his hand.

“You like that? Is this what you wanted?” He’ll ask you. Knowing you’re getting fucked too good to form a coherent answer.

Too add on, you thank him when you cum. Rowan sees this as form of appreciation for him. He can’t describe how much he enjoys feeling you cling to him as you bury your face into his skin, or look him in eye, murmuring out, broken and raspy “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you” almost like a chant.

2. Don’t act like a brat.

Aka, don’t talk back, don’t roll your eyes at him, don’t try to make him jealous, don’t try to squirm away from the pleasure he gives you rowan knows what you can handle

This one is definitely a rule you slip up on from time to time. That little masochistic devil on your shoulder loves to test Rowan’s own devil, the sadist twin.

But we’ll get into the punishments another time.

3. Don’t you dare climax without his permission.

Rowan could go for hours. Teasing you. Winding you up. Release so close you could reach out and touch yet still it’s miles away.

He’s deadly serious about this rule

And he loves making it hard for you to follow

He’ll edge you for ages, making you ride his thigh or hump his pillow while he watches, muttering all sorts of filthy remarks.

“does that feel good, huh? like rubbing yourself all over my fucking pillow? filthy girl, you want me to smell your cunt while i sleep, shit.”

“where’d my precious angel go?”

And all you can do is pant loudly, hips rutting harder and faster as you try to hide how much his words affect you

Every time he senses that you’re close and, he’ll make you stop.

He knows the signs.

By the gods, he knows you better than you know yourself.

And he loves to remind you, that through all this torture, he’s not being cruel…he just knows what’s best for you

Even if that means denying your climax until you’ve hit your breaking point, where he’ll finally take over and do exactly that…

He’ll break you.

[danikamariewrites]

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

Learning (SMUT)

Fenrys x f!reader x Rowan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mmoonpies]

head full of rowan trying to do nnn but failing

head full of rowan laslow who blatantly refuses to participate when you first mention it, telling you it's a ridiculous challenge and he doesn't want to succumb to some 'childish challenge.' you continue to tease him, tauntingly saying he's just scared he'll lose and that he has no self-control.

head full of rowan laslow who just glares at you in response, eyes burning as he takes a step towards you. your lips curl into a coy smile, knowing you've got him exactly where you want him to be. you can feel the warmth of his body as he steps closer to you, looking down at you with hard eyes, your breath getting caught in your throat.

"fine," he spits out, though there's no venom held to it. "i'll partake in your stupid idea."

head full of rowan laslow who's nothing short of stubborn and determined to not give up. he knows he's desperate but, as if he has tunnel vision, he focuses on his goal, wanting him to prove himself to you. he hasn't given up on his boyfriend duties, but he can hardly touch you or even look at you without wanting to take you right then and there.

head full of rowan laslow who knows you're trying to make him crack, your uniform becoming skimpier and skimpier as you expose more skin to him. his eyes burning into the side of your neck as you dramatically lean to the side, fingers running through your hair as you sigh.

head full of rowan laslow whose jaw twitches as you slide your hands up his chest, his cheeks flushed as he grips your hands roughly. you faun innocence, doe-eyes looking up at him as you ask 'what's wrong?'

"stop teasing," he mutters, cheeks rosy as he slightly pants. "thought we were both participating in this challenge?"

"i'm just touching you, rowan," you keep up your act, despite the small smile that plays on your lips. "what are you thinking about?"

head full of rowan laslow who's slowly losing his patience, his body throbbing with need whenever you walked into the room, eyes set on his. his fist is clenched in front of his mouth, eyes narrow as he carefully observes the way you move, head clouded with the thoughts of pinning you against the wall and...

"rowan?" his body jolts as xavier's voice suddenly rings in his ears. he looks over at him with wide eyes, cheeks growing warm. "you okay?"

rowan swallows harshly and gives him a thin-lipped smile before nodding and shooting up his thumb. xavier nods in return, looking a little confused as rowan turns his head away, cheeks red as he snaps back to reality.

head full of rowan laslow who finally cracks, waiting until you're in his dorm to push you up against the wall, hand planted on your lower back. you gasp, the wind in your chest almost knocked out from how hard he shoves you.

"you're so fucking desperate," he murmurs against your skin as his fingers pull at your pants, nipping at the edge of your neck. 'acting like such a slut around me just so i would touch you - it's pathetic."

you can't even utter a word, breathing heavily as his fingers glide over your skin, sinking down between your inner thighs as his other hands continue to press you against the wall. you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, palms splayed against the wooden wall.

"turn around," he demands, smirking as you whine at the feeling of his hands pulling away from you. "i said turn around."

you gulp before turning around, being shoved down onto your knees as he pressed down on your shoulders. his fingers work at unbuckling his belt buckle, pushing down his suit pants before grabbing the base of his cock. you're salivating at the sight, whining with need as you stare up at him desperately.

head full of rowan laslow who sinks his cock into your mouth, hand cradling the back of your head as you sink further down his cock. you moan at the hot and heavy feeling of his cock stretching your mouth open wider. he grunts at the vibrations against him, waiting until you're comfortable before pushing himself further in, testing the boundaries.

head full of rowan laslow who fucks your throat, using you as you choke around him, eyes screwed shut as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. both of his hands are wrapped around the side of your head, practically skullfucking you as he buries his cock deeper into your mouth.

"fuckin' shit-" he chokes out, eyes hazy as he looks down at your ruined appearance. his smile is nothing short of evil despite the gentle way his fingers tuck stray hairs behind your hair, the feeling of your throat twitching around him making him lean his head back and moan. "fuck, you're so good for me."

head full of rowan laslow who cums down your throat, the sanctuary of your warm and tight throat making him groan out your name. he pulls out, watching as you desperately try and swallow everything, tears falling down your cheeks.

you're so messy and rowan fucking loves it.

head full of rowan laslow who 'cleans' your face up by scooping up the leftover cum on your cheeks, shoving the two digits into your mouth and watching with a raised eyebrow as your tongue greedily swirls around his thick fingers.

head full of rowan laslow who just watches as you shift your weight between your legs, whining softly as your body twitches ever so slightly. he can feel the warmth in your cheeks, eyes watery and blown-out as you needily look up at him, wanting more.

head full of rowan laslow who just taps your cheek with a condescending smile as you close your mouth. he pulls his pants back up, buckling his belt once more as he smiles down at your dumbfounded expression.

"sluts who don't tease get something in return."

[cerise-angel]

+18 rowan laslow x reader

Rowan who looks so proper and gentle in classes. Always opening doors for you, leaving you small notes on any subject you cant quite understand, bringing you a new bookmarker every week, because he knows you like to collect them. Taking you to coffee dates, knowing your favorite by heart. Never ever letting you catch a rain, because he has a small umbrella he takes with him. Giving you his jackets when he thinks you might me cold. Sneaking out to cuddle you in your dorm when you had an anxiety attack. Giving you his pillow, because you once said you like the smell.

Rowan who is anything but proper and gentle when he fucks you. Always leaving you a whimpering, worn out mess. Leaving small heart shaped bruises all over your chest and thighs. Bringing you to the edge just before denying you, because he knows you like it. Taking you slowly, deeply, roughly, anyway you want to. Never ever letting you unsatisfied, because he just loves when you cum before, with and after him. Pulling your hair when you're all on fours for him, bringing your body closer and closer, melting into you. Whining and moaning everytime you moan his name, everytime you bite him, everytime you scratch him, everytime you own him. Fucking you in nothing but one of his shirts, because he likes the way you look in them.

(no actual excuse for this just yeah. my first time writing smuttiness jfc)

[eufezco]

A TASTE OF YOU – Tyler Galpin x Vampire!reader

SUMMARY – You accidentally bite Tyler.

Wednesday ordered both of you to stay in your dorm until she and Enid were back, and you and Tyler were following her orders extremely well because none of you felt the need to be around anyone else or be in any other place when you were together.

The first time you met Tyler you would have sworn you had never seen anyone as beautiful as him. His caramel hair and his green eyes shone under the dim lights of the coffee shop where he worked, and when he saw you entering the shop along with Wednesday and Enid, with your red eyes shining so brightly and hypnotizing him, he would have sworn that you were an angel. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Tyler at first seemed like something you couldn't afford, you couldn't even be in the same room as him without all the muscles in your body tensing and that lump of fear of not being able to control yourself forming in your throat. Tyler smelled so good. You've never wanted anything more than a taste of Tyler. You wished you didn't think of him in that way, and you felt so bad at first for having those thoughts but it was your nature, you couldn't help it. His smell was so intense and strong to you that when he was around, you couldn't even perceive the smell of coffee nor the smell of the people in the cafeteria either, only his.

Then you started spending more time together and you got used to his intoxicating scent, to his long and tempting neck, to the thick veins running down his hands, and he got used to your cold skin every time he would put his on top of yours, to the way you liked your coffee, and to make sure that your favorite table was free every time you visited him, the farthest away from people and windows.

In an act of courage, you invited him to the dance. He looked amazing in his white suit and he couldn't stop complimenting you and how beautiful you looked in your white dress. His face was so close to yours while you danced that you could even feel your breaths mixing until the moment was ruined and you both ended up soaked in fake blood.

Enid and Wednesday kept their curious eyes on both of you all night, and you internally blamed both of them for being so gossipy about Tyler not kissing you that night, but you kept saying to them that everything was fine between you and him and that it wouldn't have happened anyways because you and he were just friends.

Now he was sitting on your bed, with his back against the wall and one of your scrapbooks on his legs, waiting for you to finish your essay while he checked all of your memories glued to a notebook. This moment brought so much peace to both of you and it made you feel good that you could be in the same room in silence and it didn't feel awkward at all, but you couldn't help but think about the way he was leaving his scent in your bedsheets. Not only there but all of your dorm smelled like him.

—And... I'm done —. You announced to him.

Tyler raised his eyes from your album to look at you while you closed your books and laptop. In fact, he had been looking at you for a really long time, but every time you turned around to see what he was doing or if he was bored, he acted as if he wasn't paying attention to you.

He watched you all the time, even when you thought he wasn't: the first time he saw you no one else seemed to exist in his eyes. He was looking at you through the store window in Jericho looking for the perfect dress with Enid. Then Wednesday appeared by his side all of sudden, and she almost gave him a heart attack. She told him how creepy he was being by stalking you and not going inside and talk you. He was looking at you dancing with your friends and having fun at the dance while he went to refill his cup, and he was looking at you at that time as well, focusing on your homework and biting your lower lip.

You sat in front of Tyler to see what part of your scrapbook he was looking at. —Oh that's when me and my family travelled to Transylvania.

Tyler kept turning the pages and listening closely to everything that you told him about your travels, your family, your friends. He also asked you a lot of question only so you could keep talking. Until he got to the page where you glued a sugar sachet from the Weathervane cafe and a piece of a napkin with the name of the cafe. You wrote the date and a "T" in the corner of the page. The letter was small, barely visible, but Tyler was quick to notice and couldn't help but smile while looking at the page.

—It is from the first day I went to Jericho —. You tried to explain. It was obvious that he noticed that that page was his.

Tyler nodded. The smirk remained on his lips as you tried to justify yourself. —That's all that happened that day?

—That's all I remember —. You teased him.

—Oh, that's all you remember? —Tyler asked, closing your scrapbook while subtly leaning towards you. You nodded, swallowing nervously for having him so close.

Your breaths mixed, just like the day of the dance, but this time Tyler was not going to back off. Duringt those seconds of silence Tyler's eyes took their time to stare at your lips, and then his eyes tried to meet yours but your eyes were focused on his lips. So pink and cute. Tyler's scent took over your entire body, and that was the hardest exercise of self-control you had ever had to make. Your gums hurt from holding your fangs, you were trying so hard to not let them out and ruin the moment.

He called your name. You hummed, letting him know that he got your attention. —Can I kiss you?

You nodded to his question, closing your eyes, and inhaling Tyler's scent. He licked his lips before he leaned towards you and connected his lips with yours. He did it carefuly. Tyler's lips were soft and warm, and they moved smoothly with yours. You let out a sigh against his lips, and what you tried to prevent, inevitably happened. Your fangs came out when you were sucking on his lower lip and your sharp teeth sunk into his skin. Immediately after, he hissed and broke the kiss, bringing his fingers to his lip, and discovering the blood coming out of them.

—Tyler, I'm so sorry —. You were beyond embarrassed. Not only did you hurt him but now the smell of his blood was making your irises turn into an intense red. Your eyes were locked on the blood running down his fingertips, and the beautiful red color of it, feeling your fangs grow bigger and your throat go dry. You looked away as soon as you realized how creepy that was probably being. —I'll go and get you some paper.

—No. It's– It's okay. Look, I'm fine. Nothing happened —. He quickly licked the blood off his lips, not giving it much importance so you wouldn't give it either and as if he had not realized the reaction that what just happened had had on you, he kissed you again.

Your eyes opened wide while Tyler kissed you. His mouth tasted like blood. But not any blood. His blood. And it was as sweet as you imagined it to be. The little wounds on his lower lip were still bleeding a little bit, the blood coming out of them going directly into your mouth and making you tense your back. Tyler thought that you were just nervous so he moved one of his hands to cup one of your cheeks in an attempt to reassure you. You shouldn't be enjoying this, but you would be lying if you said you had never imagined what this moment would feel like. The warmth of his touch made you come back to reality and realize that you weren't kissing him back. You closed your eyes and your hand went to the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

Your lips focused on his lower one which Tyler appeared to enjoy because of the way, he hummed in your mouth. Your hand was deep inside the curls at the back of his head, pulling him closer if possible, and both of his hands were on your cheeks.

—Ew —. Wednesday said. —I'd rather have needles under my fingernails for the rest of my painful existence than have to watch this again.

—Oh, come on... —Enid nudged Wednesday. —You guys are so cute!

By the time your friends interrupted you two, you made sure that no sign of blood was left on his lips or yours. Your two friends entered your shared dorm and approached you and Tyler to explain what they had found out. You got up from your bed and let them know that you needed to use the bathroom.

Even though your cheeks were cold, you had that human sensation of them burning after your kiss with Tyler. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed the bloodstain on your cheek. When Tyler cupped your cheeks, he still had blood on his fingers after wiping it from his lips and now it was all over your cheek. You knew it was bad, you knew that you shouldn't do it, but you couldn't waste such a delicacy. You licked the tip of your thumb and ran it over your cheek, collecting his blood and then you sucked on your finger.

You loved everything about Tyler.

[b00kdiary]

Across the Pages: SJM MEN + PLUS SIZE OC MASTERLIST

This is a multiple part series with Sarah J. Maas male characters and a plus size female reader.

The series will take place in the ACOTAR, TOG, or CC worlds and be 18+ with sexual themes, mature language and will have a plus size fmc (Because we thick girls deserve the love too!) I am taking requests!

Crescent City

Ithan Holstrom- Euphoria

Ruhn Danaan + Tristan Flynn- Better Than Any Fantasy

Acotar

Rhysand + Cassian + Azriel- Wildest Dreams Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Rhysand + Cassian + Azriel - Relax

Cassian - Hurt me

Cassian- Mirror, Mirror

Rhysand- Stay With Me, Part II, Part III

Azriel- Cauldron Blessed

Cassian + Azriel- Take it Part I, Part II

Azriel- Unworthy

Rhysand- Yours

Cassian- Mine

Eris - Fire Night

Throne of Glass [coming soon]

TAKING REQUESTS FOR ALL SJM MEN AND MORE COMING SOON!

[throneofsapphics]

thin doors 

Rowaelin x Reader 

Summary: “Please, pick one broom closet and stick to it,” with Rowaelin. 

Warnings: smut, oral (f!receiving), this is pure smut, minors dni!

A/N: for this. 

Aelin’s hands tangled in your hair, tugging you closer to her. Heads tilting, your lips met, teeth nipping, your hands slid to brace her waist, tearing from her to kiss down the side of her neck, gently sucking - not harsh enough to leave a bruise, just enough to draw those beautiful noises from her. 

You felt Rowan press against your back, from the corner of your eye he cupped the back of Aelin’s head, tilting her to give you more access to her neck, before meeting her lips with his own. 

You’d never get tired of the two of them. 

Aelin distracted you, her hand cupping your breast with a rough squeeze. A soft whimper, but you countered, the soft fabric of her dress a thin barrier, running your thumbs along her chest, her nipples peaking beneath your touch. 

The second Rowan released her, you gently pushed her back, letting her hit the wall before dropping to your knees. 

Rowan huffed a laugh, but helped gather the skirt around Aelin’s waist. 

Bare. 

You tilted your head up, Aelin’s unabashed smirk looking down at you. “Well?” She drawled, “are you going to get to work?” 

You pinched her hip, but kissed up the inside of her thigh as she threw the other over your shoulder.

Rowan had moved, barely - not that there was much space in the broom closet, but enough to give him room to watch. 

If he wanted a show, you were more than happy to give him one. 

One kitten lick, and Aelin’s hands were in your hair, a loud moan falling from her lips. 

Pounding on the door froze you in place, Aelin’s hand stilling on your head, her dress falling - covering you and her. Gods, hiding under her dress - not that it did a very good job. 

“Please, pick one broom closet and stick to it,” Aedion yelled. “Far away from my rooms.” 

You shifted the fabric, popping your head out from under. Rowan had shoved around the two of you, probably ready to give the male a piece of his mind - for interrupting his wonderful show. 

Aelin’s hand grabbed his shoulder. Somehow she’d balanced against the wall on one leg. Your head tilted in admiration. 

“Piss of cousin,” Aelin countered, and shoved you back under her dress. 

[reflectuions]

pls post more ab sub rowan T-T!!!!

sub!rowan headcanons because i love my geeky bf!!!

you absolutely adore it when you’re able to make him cry from all the pleasure. his heavy tears staining his flushed cheeks, wetting his babydoll lashes.

his heavy dick sits in your throat as he cums. using his telekinesis, he pushes your head down, cock all swallowed up!!! when he cums he gets all whiny and teary-eyed. he looks at you with stars in his eyes :(

rowan’s favorite pet names you call him are definitely baby & pretty boy.

he loves using his telekinesis on you, with your consent of course! he’ll slam you down onto his cock while you ride him, push your head down while you swallow him whole, or even tease your clit while you do your thing to get a reaction out of you.

you try milking him dry with every chance you get and he enjoys it! he gets so dizzy and breathless when the thought of it fills his mind. if you gave him the chance, he’d want to cum inside you all the time.

rowan’s pretty shy at first but once he’s comfortable, he gets super vocal! he gets so whiny. little “fuck”s and praises fall off his pretty lips because god you make him feel so fucking good >o<

he loves receiving but he’s more than happy to give and please you too! sometimes you’re lazy and don’t feel like taking control so he tries his very best to make you feel the best. he may be clumsy at times but you find it so cute!!!

if you’re not available for whatever reason, he jerks off to photos of you. he has a stash of polaroids of you. there are selfies, photos of yourself that you took for his eyes only, and photos of you together! just the sight of your pretty face can make him cream his pants.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

OUR DOLL

a/n;; this is the dirtiest thing i've ever written, and you can see that i got a liiiiiitle carried by this... but come on!!! they are rowan and aelin. 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ im on my knees for them.

WARNINGS;; smut without plot, degradation(?), orgasm denial, mommy and daddy dynamics, overstimulation, m!oral, aelin uses a strap on reader (this was so 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

rowan whitethorn was tired. his day had been filled with meetings. meeting after meeting. he was tired of diplomacy, of talking and everything. the only thing he wanted was to be in bed with his mates.

he made his way to their room when he heard a noise. a slap. stopping on the door, he sharpens his hearing, trying to figure out what it was. another sound. this time a moan. your moan. you were moaning. 

he opened the door, carefully not to disturb. your moans were louder now that he was inside.

“you like it, doll?” aelin said. her voice full of lust. 

fuck. rowan thought. he made his way to the open door of the bedroom, and the sight before him… fuck fuck fuck.

aelin was seated on the bed, her back on the headboard as she watched you bounce on her dick. a strap. aelin was using a strap on you, and you were bouncing like you would do on his dick. your eyes were close. moans leaving your mouth as aelin’s hands roamed over your body. a slap on your butt and the other hand was massaging your tit. 

rowan touched his dick. he wanted to release it from his pants. 

his eyes found aelin’s. a smirk on her face as she stops you, a whimper leaving your lips. 

“you like the sight, rowan?” your eyes follow aelin’s and you found rowan on the door. his dick begging to be free from his pants, and his eyes full of lust. 

you feel aelin on your side, her lips brushing your ear. “why don’t you turn around and beg to rowan?” 

a little nod and with her help, you turn around, your back pressed on aelin’s chest. you look at rowan through you lashes and notice that his shirt was gone, as well as his pants and underwear. the sight before you makes your walls clench around her dick, buried deep inside you. rowan grabs your neck so you are looking at him. lust and fervent desire. you look at his dick, precum was dripping from it. his hand moves to your neck and squeezes it, you look at his eyes again.

“you like my dick, doll? you want to suck it?” 

aelin bites your shoulder. “answer doll”

“yes”

“yes, what?” rowan demands.

“yes daddy” you answer, a wicked smile on their faces.

with her fae speed, aelin maneuvers you, and now you are on your hands and knees. her hands grabs your hips and she leaves a little from your cunt, making you whimper at the loss. rowan catches your hair creating a ponytail and before he can tell you what to do, your mouth is open and your tongue is out. an invitation. 

a breathy curse leaves his lips and with a push oh his hips, his dick is inside your mouth. at the same time aelin shoves her dick against your throbbing cunt. your body shrives at the sensation and a cry falls from your lips. they both start with the same rhythm, your body is on fire and you think you can die just from having them. 

“gods… look at you doll. such a dirty girl, just for us” aelin says with a harsh thrust to your cunt. if she wasn’t grabbing you, you would have fallen to the bed. 

“that’s it aelin, she’s our dirty girl, just our- fuck”  rowan hand gripped your hair as he cum on your mouth and aelin stops her hips. “that’s it, take it all doll, just like that. good girl”

aelin takes your hands, and with a pull you’re on your knees again, unable to move your hands thanks to her. rowan’s mouth is inches from your’s, his hands massaging your tits and pinching your nipples. 

“what do you want, doll?”

“i wanna cum, please”

rowan bites your shoulder and his lips travel to your ear. “where are your manners, doll?”

you shallow. “i wanna cum, please, mommy, daddy let me cum please, i’ve been a good girl, please” a tear falls from your eye and you feel aelin lick it. “good girl… we should let him cum rowan?”

“mmm, i think she has been a good girl for us” aelin thrusts into your pussy as rowan’s hand rubs your clit. 

the pounding is incessant, and you know the whole castle can hear you moaning, but they don’t care, let them know they are the only ones who can make you cry from pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-” a cry and you’re coming on aelin’s dick as they both bite your neck on each side. your body feels dizzy, your breaths are difficult as you feel like you're in heaven. aelin removes the strap from you, a little groan falling from your lips. she goes to the bathroom to prepare everything.

“let’s go bath, doll”

“i don’t-” a pair of arms raise you from bed, and you hear aelin closing the water. once you all are bathed, they take you to bed, each of them on your sides. a kiss on your shoulder and lips is the last thing you remember. 

“we love you, doll”

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

tagging;; @shadowdaddies @thehighladywrites @hellwantfuckme

[textualdesires]

Rebound

Xavier Thorpe x gn!telekinetic!Reader, mentions of Rowan Laslow x Reader (pre-death)

Xavier does not want to be your rebound. Except being your rebound is not half as bad with what comes with it.

I love this work, I gotta say. Reader is popular and with the nightshades. This is so adorable and my heart aches for both of these soft boys. Also completely gn! smut so it can be read as male, female or any other identity!

Categories: angst, fluff, mutual pining, smut with a plot?

Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of blood and murder, oral (m receiving), penetration, nudity, marking, size kink, use of powers in the bedroom, spit ig?, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

Enjoy!

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Your heart ached as you once again laid on his bed, tears streaming down your face. It’s been a few weeks since Rowan left. Or supposedly left. You knew he wouldn’t just leave. Wouldn’t just leave you behind.

You and Rowan had always been an odd couple. You were a popular telekinetic, had mastered your craft early. And he was the asthmatic kid, the outcast of outcasts.

You had first met him at the nightshades. Yoko, one of the first people you clicked with, had dragged you along soon after you joined Nevermore. He didn’t seem to fit in even there.

There was a deeper connection the two of you shared. Like even your powers were connected. Like you were meant to be together. He was rooted deep in your head. In your soul. In your head.

It had become a habit of yours to go to his dorm when you missed him. You would lie in his sheets, hold them close for as long as they still smelled like him. You didn’t come as often nowadays, but when it all became too much, you still did. It’s been so long the scent almost faded.

Xavier usually wouldn’t mind. You two had been friends for a long time. Hell, you and Rowan had been there for him when things ended with Bianca. It’s why he was there for you now.

He would always allow you to be there when you needed to. Would sit next to you and hold your hand to soothe you. Would climb into the bed with you if you hurt too much. He was there for emotional support. But this time it was him who needed it.

��Fuck!”

The door to the room swung closed hard, startling you. Xavier let his body fall against the door frame, sliding down to lean against it. You hadn’t seen him so upset in a long time. Not since Bianca.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked through teary eyes.

“Oh- I- didn’t know you were here. It’s nothing really.”

“Hey, just because I’m hurting doesn’t mean I won’t listen to you.”

Softly you climbed over to him, dragging along the small blanket you had once bought Rowan. It always reminded you of the good times, of how much he loved you. It soothed you.

You wrapped it around Xaviers shoulders, sitting in front of him now. His eyes were watering with rage. You didn’t press him on telling you. He wouldn’t pressure you either. If he wanted to tell you, he would. You just put a hand on his leg, carefully looking at him.

“It’s Wednesday. She- had asked me to the Raven.”

“I remember. You were quite happy she did.”

“Yes and that’s why- ugh, I hate her.”

You knew that wasn’t true. You knew Xavier found the new girl intriguing. You couldn’t say the same for yourself. You couldn’t even look at her without being jealous. Being hurt.

You were jealous because she was the one who heard Rowan’s last words. And she was partly the reason he was gone. You believed her when she told you about what happened. You knew Rowan had slowly lost control of his powers and drifted off. You wish you could have stopped it. Could have saved him.

“She only asked me to cover for snooping around the shed. She never wanted to take me in the first place. And now I’m not sure I even want to go to that stupid ball.”

Xavier didn’t deserve this. To be treated like a last resort, or someone to play with. You grabbed his face now, forcing him to look at you.

“Xavier Thorpe. I’ve known you for so long. I know that there will be more people asking you to the dance. And I know that you’re an amazing person and anyone would be lucky to be your date to the ball. And if Wednesday can’t see that, she’s blind.”

Xavier put his hand over yours, grabbing it as a sign of gratitude. Cause he was thankful to have you. You two had become so close lately, he couldn’t even imagine what it would be like without your soothing voice, always saying the right things. A soft smile spread on his lips.

“I can really see what Rowan saw in you. Hell, I would be just as clingy as he was.”

“Oh shut up!”

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It had been two weeks and the Raven was slowly approaching. It was this weekend and slowly even you were stressed. You didn’t want to go at first, but frankly, you were sick and tired of grief.

Rowan wouldn’t have wanted you to spend any night crying in his old room. He wouldn’t have wanted you to hide from the crowds on a day as important as the Raven. He probably would have even told you, how you were too beautiful and lovely not to go.

You wanted to go with your friends at first. Unfortunately they had all found dates already. They hadn’t thought you wanted to go and made other plans. You weren’t mad, it was understandable. But you really didn’t feel like playing third wheel to any of them.

You could have of course just asked out some of the other people at school. At your best, you were popular, kind and social. It was unlikely you’d get turned down. But you didn’t feel like asking a stranger.

No, frankly, this was hard enough as it was. For you to finally go out there again after pulling back from all extracurricular activities, from any social contact let alone romance? It wasn’t easy.

There was only one plausible option left.

You had spotted him once again working on one of his famous murals. You loved them really. They were beautiful, always intricate and thought through. You admired how he could just whip up something like this.

He was currently busy walking away from you. You had flat out lead with a question, asking him if he had a date to the raven yet. When he realized what you entailed he immediately walked away from you.

“Xavier, please, would you just listen?”

“No! I am not some sort of rebound that you can ask because everyone else is already gone, I am not-“

“Listen to me, goddammit!”

He stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to look at you. Hell, half the courtyard was probably looking at you now. You were quite loud. You didn’t even mean to yell.

“I’m not even gonna pretend you are my first choice.”

“Wow, a real confidence boost, [Y/N].”

You grabbed his wrist before he could even leave this time. You wouldn’t give up that easily, not without explaining. You had thought about this a lot.

“You know Rowan was and always will be my first choice. But he’s not here. And he won’t come back, no matter what you believe happened. I am trying to not let that affect me anymore.”

Xavier looked at you with sorry eyes. He knew how upset you still were, you had come over to cry even more in the last days. He would sometimes just find you passed out on Rowan’s bed and put a blanket over you. He felt pity for you.

“If Rowan was here right now, he would think we’re both insane for not going. Hell, his roommate and partner, skipping the school’s biggest event? He would call us idiots.”

A small laugh escaped Xaviers lungs at the mental image of Rowan yelling at the two of you. Yeah, he would have his opinions. About how being popular was a privilege that you shouldn’t risk, how you should not care about him and go anyways.

“There is no one here I would rather go to the Raven with. I’m not asking you as a rebound or a second choice. I’m asking you because I trust you. Because you’re amazing. You have been the closest person to me since Rowan… whatever happened to him, you were there to catch me before falling through the cracks.”

He looked at you now, a smile on his face. You had never told him just how much you appreciated him. It made his hurt heart warm, a fuzzy feeling in his stomach as he saw a tiny bit of a smile on your face. He had missed that on you. You used to be so very bright and for the first time in forever, there seemed to be a spark in your eyes.

“It’s a shame that Wednesday missed out on this. On you. But if she really for one second thinks you’re a bad person, she’s insane. I know you and what you’ve been doing is the kindest thing I’ve ever witnessed. So I’m asking you as a friend. Will you go to The Raven with me?”

The silence in his face drove you crazy. You hated waiting for answers. Hated seeing his emotionless face. The facade didn’t last long as he grinned. He had made his decision a long time ago. And frankly, there was no other option for him, either.

“Of course I’ll go with you.”

“Thank you! Xavier, you’re the best!”

With a screech you fell around his neck and he caught you from stumbling by snaking his arms around your waist. The full blown smile on your lips was enough to make his cheeks go warm. He softly rested his head on yours.

Had he always felt this fuzzy when around you?

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You looked absolutely stunning in all white. Bianca, Yoko and Kent had taken you shopping some while back and frankly, hanging out with friends was just what you needed. You were almost excited for today, even when a small part of you couldn’t help but miss Rowan.

You had worn the necklace he bought you for an anniversary once. The silver went perfectly with your white outfit. You wondered what he would have worn. A suit, of course. You would have helped him pick out accessories, would have helped him with his hair.

A soft tear slipped your eyes but you pushed it away almost immediately when you saw your friends coming to you. They had pregamed in the nightshade library, but you didn’t feel like coming. It was too painful still to go in there without him. He loved the library, loved the quietness of the place.

“Damn, [Y/N]? Is that really you?” Ajax joked and you grinned at the compliment.

“Yoko and I made our best efforts to get rid of the sadness for at least one night.” Bianca called with a grin.

It was true. Lately you’d been walking around unkempt. Your uniform way too big as you usually wore his blazer, a thing you would get in trouble for frequently. You always had the biggest dark circles, your cheeks were puffy from all the crying.

Today, none of that was present.

Xavier was in the back, a white suit hanging loosely along his wide frame. He was so much taller than Rowan, you sometimes forgot. But when you hugged him hello, it became obvious to you again. He smelled good, had put on some cologne.

“You do look amazing. It’s good to see you like this.”

He barely whispered it into your ear but it was enough to bring shivers down your spine. All the compliments, all the smiles from your friends and the way Xavier couldn’t stop looking at you. It made you feel incredible for the first time in a while.

You enjoyed yourself, dancing and drinking some of the unspiked drinks. You and your friends always kept in close proximity on the dancefloor as Xavier spun you around, making sure you only focused on him for now. God, you felt good.

Until Wednesday Addams made her entry.

You figured she wasn’t gonna wear all white. Dresscodes didn‘t matter to her. Much less did it matter to her who she took to the dance apparently. Your eyes narrowed in anger as you spotted Tyler.

You barely knew him, had met him at the coffee shop a few times. But you knew the way him and his friends would ridicule Rowan. Or Xavier. They tried with you, but stopped when you saw you weren’t affected by it.

It wasn’t fair, how they picked on the outcasts. For being different, for being someone else. To them, Rowan was an easy target. But you always defended him. And Tyler had fun being horrible to them.

You looked up at Xavier, who had just become awfully tense. His gaze was fixed on Wednesday, on the way her hips swung as she danced with Tyler. God, he was so hurt. You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing his focus back to you. You would make sure he wouldn’t be bothered. Take care of his pain like he took care of yours.

“She’s not worth your attention, Xay. Don’t let that entitled brat ruin your evening. Or the stupid police chief’s son. They don’t even compare to you. They’re not worthy of your presence. Or your anger.”

Xavier looked at you in awe again. How did you always know what to say? With just one look you calmed him down. With just one look you could make him forget all about his sorrows.

Fuck. What was this feeling? And why did it have him so guilty, so torn? You were Rowan‘s partner, he never even thought of you like this until-

Until you started laying in his room. Until he noticed the way you breathed when you were asleep. Until he noticed how soft your skin was. Or how warm you felt when he pulled you plush against his body.

His hands brought you in closer. Pulled you in so you were pressed against his body tightly. You could feel your cheeks redden as you hid your head in his shoulder. A smile spread on your lips with how close you were. Had he always looked this good? Had he always been so enticing? So very handsome? You were so infatuated with Rowan, you didn’t even notice.

“I’m glad you asked me to the Raven.”

“I’m glad you said yes.”

“I would have never turned you down.”

Your voices were barely whispers as the song became slower and the two of you even closer if that was possible. His face was right above yours. You just had to tiptoe and your lips would meet his. You could see the way his eyes darted to your lips.

One move and you could ruin it all.

You inched in, stopping right before your lips could meet his. If you jumped this hurdle now, there was no return. You had ruined your friendship with Xavier. Had moved on from Rowan.

A drop on your forehead took you back into reality. You separated from Xavier as he too looked to find the source. Suddenly one drop became multiple. You could see the red stain the white cloth covering your body. Within seconds the panic started.

You didn’t even see the crowd fleeing. The red drops making it onto your skin had brought you right back. To the nightmares you had. In which you held Rowan as he bled out all over you. In which you knew the monster killed him. Tears started streaming down your face when finally you regained some sort of vision.

You didn’t have to look long to find Xavier. He was still right there, looking ahead. Your eyes followed his as you spotted her again. Wednesday, dancing in the red liquid like it was her home.

It wasn’t fair. That she was the one who got everything you ever wanted. She got to say goodbye to Rowan. Got to see who it was that hurt him. Got to see his last moments. And now she even got Xavier.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N], we have to leave!”

It was Bianca that had been shaking your shoulders as people stumbled all along the floor. And suddenly you heard the screams. The panic. And it was all too much. With tears streaming down your face you ran. To the only place that gave you solace.

His bed.

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The door shutting had brought you back to your senses. You were still shaking, even if the tears had stopped a while ago. You immediately scrambled up, not wanting to be seen in this position.

Xavier immediately came to your side as he saw how hurt you looked again. Fuck, did you think of Rowan again? Of course you would. Going to the Raven was a stupid idea. His heart stung as he saw what a mess you still were.

“I should leave.”

“What? [Y/N], no, you can stay. I can sleep in the shed if I have to-“

“No. This is your room, I shouldn’t even be-“

“Don’t be silly. You can always come here. God, you’re still drenched. Wait, let me-“

His feet swiftly took him to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wrapping you in it. He had to chuckle at how adorable you looked as you sat down on the bed. His eyes trailed down to the sheets, a grimace on his face as he saw how stained they were.

“I’m afraid we have to wash those. I’m sorry, I know how much you enjoy that they-“

“It’s okay. They’re just sheets.”

“What?”

“They haven’t smelled like him in ages. I just didn’t know where else to go.”

Xavier looked at you now, a worried look on his face. For you to act so indifferent about the sheets when they would usually give you so much comfort? Something else was going on. Something was off.

“How about we get you out of these clothes first. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t change. I’ll give you something to wear. Then we can sit on my dry bed and talk, hm?”

“You don’t have to take care of me.”

“I want to.”

You could feel your cheeks blushing once again as Xavier grabbed your hand, squeezing it to reassure you. Gosh, how could he be so selfless even now? How could he make you feel so good even when you were at rock bottom just seconds earlier?

He stood now, pulling out some of his old clothes. It was a t-shirt that looked way too big for you. Paint stains had painted it in all types of colors. He also put a pair of sweatpants onto his bed, making sure you were comfortable.

“I’ll- I’ll go change in the bathroom. And you can change in here. You can just wrap yourself in my blankets if you feel like it. I’ll join you in a second.”

You nodded carefully as you watched Xavier leave towards the bathroom. Carefully you pushed out of your drenched outfit. You decided to just wear his shirt for now, it being too warm in his room anyways. Luckily your underwear had remained relatively dry.

You walked to his unmade bed, grabbing the blanket and pulling it around your body carefully. You had never sat on his bed, you just now realized. Had always made sure to stay in Rowan’s, not to cross any boundaries.

You realized just how much his blanket smelled of him. You had gotten used to the scent of him so much. When he would lay next to you in bed, it would lull you to sleep quietly. Something you always blamed on the exhaustion that crying brought with it.

“You can come back out if you’re done!”

You quietly shouted, knowing damn well he was too scared to impose. You knew he would never just walk out, possibly humiliating you.

You swallowed as you saw him. He was wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants, his shirt long abandoned. His hair was lose now, falling into his face, some locks still slightly wet. You blushed deeply as he walked over to you, sitting next to you.

Xavier grabbed your hand, his knuckles accidentally brushing against your thighs in the process. He didn’t even notice you abandoned the sweatpants until now. He blushed, but never hesitated to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Why are you so upset?”

“It’s silly. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Humor me.”

Your eyes shot up to his. He encouraged you to talk to him. That was new. A deep sigh escaped your lungs as you began to speak.

“I had so much fun tonight. I really forgot all the pain and what I went through. It was going so well and then- then some Normie pricks had to ruin the perfect evening.”

You swallowed hard as tears threatened to spill once more. Xavier was quick to pull you against him, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. You took it, needing some sort of comfort. But you didn’t fail to notice just how warm he was.

“That’s not silly, [Y/N]. For what it’s worth, I also enjoyed spending the evening with you.”

“Oh please.”

You scoffed at him. You couldn’t believe him, even if you wanted to. You saw the way he looked at Wednesday, saw the way she enthralled him. He grabbed you by the shoulders, holding you to look at him. Why were you doubting him all of a sudden?

“I’m sure you were happy the stupid prank saved you. God, you ogled at Wednesday as she danced in the mess.”

“[Y/N], I didn’t-“

“Didn’t what, Xavier? You were scared to be the rebound. Well guess what, right now it feels like I am.”

His eyes were shocked. He hadn’t seem you this upset with him before. And it stung, to hear your harsh words. You had gotten it all wrong. He had to explain, had to tell you what was happening. Carefully he grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.

“You are not a rebound. You never were. I wanted to go with you. You make me so happy. You soothe me in seconds and are an incredible person. I looked at Wednesday, sure. Cause she looked absolutely insane. I was wondering how I could have ever been upset about her when the one I really wanted was right in front of me.”

You blushed now, a soft tear spilling down your cheek. You didn’t even know how much he cared. God, you were so dumb. How could you ever doubt him, how could you ever think he didn’t want you? If it wasn’t for the prank, you’re sure he would have-

He was looking at you again. Looking straight at your lips as he inched in. He softly wiped the tear off your cheek, making sure you were no longer upset. He knew he couldn’t have you. But he wanted you so badly.

“I know you’re not ready. I know you probably thought of Rowan all night. You said it yourself, I wasn’t your first choice. But know that I’m right here if you need me. Say the word and I’m yours.”

You interrupted him with a peck to his lips. He looked at you, surprised. You had just kissed him. He wasn’t dreaming, right? Carefully he moved one of his hands to the nape of your neck as he pulled you in once again.

The kiss was slow, sensual. It was intimate in a way you haven’t felt in a while. If ever. You had missed this. Had missed the sparks flying between two people as they kissed. The way you felt like time stopped.

To say you and Rowan didn’t have your issues would have been a simple lie. He had been losing it long before Wednesday came to school and frankly, you hated the person he became then. But even then, Xavier was there to notice. To call Rowan out on how he treated you. It was why he urged the others to kick him out of the nightshades.

He had liked you for a long time. And he was sure you felt the same way. Wednesday’s arrival and Rowan’s death had held you back from acting out. Still, it brought you so much closer. Xavier pulled back, carefully catching his breath.

“We should stop. I don’t want to push you to something you’re not ready for.”

“I think I’ve been ready for ages. I was jealous when you looked at Wednesday. Because once again she got what I wanted. She had you. Or so I thought.”

Xavier couldn’t hold back now. He pushed you back, softly laying you down on his pillows as he kissed you again.

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You fell back as Xavier took control. The blanket had long been pushed off the bed as he softly kissed your lips, making sure you were comfortable. He was impatient, but he wanted to make sure that you were alright with every single move.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

You pulled him in by his hair, your hands tangling in them immediately. He was so gentle, so soft yet you could feel a need behind his eyes. You had every intention of unlocking that need.

You ground your hips into his, making sure to let him know you were just as needy as he was. He groaned as his hands clasped at the shirt you were wearing. Quickly he pulled it off you, discarding it to the side. You had no time to feel shame. Not when Xavier was leaving breathy kisses against your neck, causing you to breathe heavily.

You gripped his shoulders for support as he sucked softly. A grin spread on his lips at your reactions. He knew you were vocal, he had walked in on you and Rowan one too many times. But to hear you react to him instead, it gave him a newfound confidence.

He gnawed at your skin, making sure to leave marks. He didn’t even care who saw. He just wanted to make sure everyone knew that you had finally moved on. That you were once again off the market, that you were his. Were you his?

“God, please, I need you.”

He chuckled softly at your words, like you had read his mind. His kisses trailed further down your torso and down your stomach. His hands gripped your sides like a vice but he was keen on pleasing you.

With a little help from your telekinetic powers you pushed him off you, pressing him against the wall behind his bed for just a second. No, you were not gonna let him do this. Not like this. Carefully you let him go again as you stood from the bed. He looked confused, worried.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” you knelt, pulling his body to you with the snap of your wrist. “I’m not letting you take care of me again. It’s my turn to give back.”

A grin spread onto your lips as you held onto his thighs. He looked shocked, surprised even. You were really kneeling in front of him, offering to take care of him. He must be dreaming. Must be in one of his twisted wet dreams that he sometimes had, especially when you snuggled into him as you slept.

You grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants now, pulling them off his legs. He helped, keen on letting you do your work. He had skipped the underwear of course, leaving him exposed and hard in front of you. He was already dripping with precum.

You bit your lip for one second at the sight. So the rumors were true. Bianca had mentioned some things back in the day, some you never paid much attention to. But the taller the man, the bigger certain features was something that rang true.

“You don’t have to- Holy shit.”

You didn’t even let him finish as you licked along his tip, swallowing up his precum. You had some experience. You weren’t new to dating, after all. So you also knew exactly which moves to use to make a man happy.

Your tongue kept swirling around his tip, licking up and down his head. The groans escaping his body were heaven to your ears. You pulled back for a second, only to lick up his shaft, engulfing his head in your mouth.

Xavier knew then he was a goner. His hands gripped the sheets as he watched you carefully. You started bopping your head at your own pace, intended on making him have some fun. And boy, was he having it.

You pushed yourself even further onto his dick, until his tip touched the back of your throat. Xavier groaned so hard he could have cum right there. He could feel you gagging around him, could feel you trying everything to make him happy.

He pulled you off him after a while and you looked up at him with sad eyes. Did you do something wrong? Did you mess up? Did he not want you anymore? Softly he grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. A smile plastered his face as his thumb softly swiped over your lip.

“I’m not gonna last long if you’re this good to me. And I wanna feel you around me as I do.”

You could feel yourself blush as he pulled you back up the bed. He sat you on his lap, but not before pulling your underwear to the ground. Your eyes widened as he massaged your thighs, all whilst his hard dick was pressing against you.

“You’re sure you still want this?”

“More than ever.”

He didn’t have to prep you much. He knew you were ready, knew you could take him. He spat on his hand, lubing up his manhood so he could make it easier for you. He lifted your hips just slightly before he pushed you onto him.

You could feel him press against your walls, could feel the way you squeezed around him. He was slow, lowering you step by step. He did not want to hurt you. Ever. You moaned, biting your lips as he bottomed out.

“You take me so well.”

“Mhh I can feel you so deep.”

“I know. I can feel you clench around me.”

He started rolling his hips up, thrusting into you. He was slow, making sure to get you used to his size first. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close to him as possible.

You didn’t even notice you were looking right at Rowan’s bed. One you had done oh so similar things in quite a few times. But you couldn’t even remember. Remember what his lips felt like, remember what he felt like. Remember his smell.

You had finally let go.

All you could smell now was Xavier. All you could feel was how his arms held you in place, how he pushed into you. The way he groaned against you. It was so much, all too much. You couldn’t even think straight, too cockdrunk as he kept thrusting into you, now harder and faster.

All you could think about was him.

Xavier. Xavier. Xavier. A few times his name even slipped out of your mouth as you neared your own release, loud moans spilling out of you. You were so close. So very close.

“Xavier, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me. Please, let go. Take what you need.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice as your body started convulsing against his. Your thighs trembled as you rode out your high. He held you close, making sure your tired body doesn’t just topple off him to the ground. He knew the way you looked when you were exhausted. But this time it was for all the right reasons.

He stilled, waiting on you to come back to him. After a while you did and he placed soft kisses along the back of your neck. His fingers softly tapped along your thighs and you chuckled a bit at his antics.

“Why did you stop moving?”

“We don’t have to continue of you’re too spent.”

“We are not stopping until we’re both satisfied.”

You took the reigns now, holding onto his arms as you started moving your hips once again. You were overstimulated, your legs wobbly, but you wanted to have him find his own relief.

The kisses he pressed into your neck became sloppier as he met your movements with his own thrusts. You could feel he was getting close, his dick twitching every now and then and his moves becoming more uncontrolled.

With a loud groan he shot his load right into you. He pushed you into his lap as his hips stuttered, his cum filling you up. He hadn’t done this in a while. You could tell by how hard his orgasm hit him.

Xavier stilled for a while, his breathing heavy. He gave you a sign before moving you out of him, his cum spilling all over his own legs. His face distorted at the feeling, causing you to chuckle. He grabbed a few tissues from his nightstand, cleaning both you and him up.

Carefully you got back into your underwear and his shirt and he followed part, pulling his sweatpants over his hips. You didn’t know what you needed more, a shower or sleep. Xavier decided for you as he pulled you into his arms, picking up the blanket and pulling it over the two of you.

You turned to face him, looking up at his soft face. He was tired but happy. You were sure you looked similar to him, very much spent. The two of you should have done this ages ago.

“If this is what I get I will gladly be the rebound.”

“I told you, you’re not the rebound, Xavier. You always should have been my first choice.”

[danikamariewrites]

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

Cadre (SMUT)

Lorcan x Rowan x Fenrys x Gavriel x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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