#rowan throne of glass

[readychilledwine]

Breathplay

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

If you're looking to add danger to your sex life, look no further.

Erotic asphyxiation, or breath play, is one of the most dangerous kinks in the BDSM community. Breathplay is the act of cutting off air supply during sex with the goal of achieving a more intense orgasm. There's mild forms of breathplay (hand or elbow around throat, closing partner's nose off during oral), less mild (forcing head into pillows or objects, hoods specifically designed for breathplay), to extreme (use of plastic wrap or plastic bags, waterboarding, forcing your partner's head into a body of water) and none of them are 100% safe.

Breathplay is dangerous for anyone, but if you have an underlying health condition, especially one involving your heart or lungs, it's best to possibly avoid this form of play. You can enjoy a hand necklace without the pressure, don't worry.

This form of kink play is not recommended by any medical professional nor sex therapists.

Please play safely💜

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As always, NSFW below cut.

Rowan Whitethorn x Reader

Warnings - I picture Rowan as a mean daddy dom with a masochistic streak, oral m receiving, p in v, reader passes out, references to her being passed around the Cadre, references to forced submission, hints of degradtion, unedited because I was running a little behind today 🫣

Rowan’s head fell back, a soft grunt falling from his lips as he seated himself all way into your throat. One hand had you back the back of your neck, forcing you where he wanted you for as long as he wanted you.

Breathing was becoming difficult, vision blurring slightly as you did everything you could to take a deep breath with your air way constricted the way it was. “Struggling whore?” You felt yourself clench at his words, at the deep graveled tone of his voice.

Rowan was never gentle with you. He was strict, demanding, and a masochist. He enjoyed watching you struggle, seeing you in pain and begging. He loved watching you cry as he pounded into you withholding orgasm after orgasm until you were so over stimulated you could do nothing but lay there, pliant to his pleasure.

You knew he cared for you, but you were his small fraction of peace in this fucked up world. One he so desperately was fighting tooth and nail to make better.

You weren't a warrior, you weren't blessed with healing magic. You were just a simple fae female. Well, as simple as a female capable of shifting into any form could be.

You were his spy. A spy damn near useless for anything but scouting, but still a spy.

Besides, he found use for you. So many uses actually.

His personal lap pet.

His personal whore.

His personal toy he could loan out to his brothers when they needed stress relief.

Right now, though, your biggest use was being his.

He pulled out slightly, grip on the sides of your neck tightening as his other hand came to hold your nose shut. “If you are struggling this early, how am I supposed to have fun with you?” The lack of air was getting to you. You knew you could tap his leg twice, and it would stop, but you wanted to desperately please him, to be of service. “Such an eager slut. You are lucky I can tell you need to breathe, y/n.” He pulled out completely, letting go of your nose. He forced you up, hand moving to the front of your throat as you gasped for air.

Precious life giving air.

He pulled you to his lips, a messy harsh kiss cutting air back off for a second as his grip tightened again.

This wasn't fully what you had in mind when he said he wanted to try something new, something Fenrys told them he had tried recently.

You would have to talk to the wolf about his reckless endangerment of himself later.

Rowan turned you, letting go long enough to force you down on the bed, forcing you hips up slightly. “Such a pretty cunt,” he slapped your core, watching in sadistic glee as as you screamed and wiggled, wetness now spreading and dripping. “All mine, isn't she?” He shoved your head into the pillow, forcing you into shocked silence.

Forcing you to be unable to answer him. “I asked you a question. Is this pussy mine?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, hear him planning on how he'd punish you.

You felt the slaps land. Three consecutive slaps right to your aching needy center.

Your moans were muffled by the pillow. You tried taking a deep breath to still your body and calm back down, but your airways were mostly blocked again.

4 more slaps came before two thick fingers plunged into you. Rowan growled behind you. “Wyrd, you are so tight. You'd like after this long we would have ruined your holes by now.” He began pulling them in and out at a blinding speed, hand still holding you in the pillows.

Your vision was going black again, mind racing as it pleaded for oxygen.

His fingers curled, and out of nowhere, an orgasm tore through you, ripping a scream of his name and the rest of the oxygen from your lungs. Rowan was silent behind you, hand moving to your hair to pull you up.

“Status?”

You shook your head, throat so sore and body needing air so badly you couldn't answer. You tapped the bed once, a code you normally only used when your lips were wrapped around his throat to indicate you needed him to slow down.

“I figured. You have never done that. You have never come without my permission.” Rowan removed his fingers from you, wiping them on the bed. He went behind you, holding your hips in his hands.

You knew he'd be gentle for a bit as his cock entered your soft walls slowly inch by inch. He took you slowly, a finger playing with your clit until you were calm again, body welcoming and swallowing him.

You relaxed, enjoy each roll of his hips as it sent a wave and wave of pleasure through you. Of the Cadre, he would always be your favorite. His length filled every inch of you so perfectly, so snugly, sex with him felt more like a puzzle finally finding its last piece than it did the obligation you were actually sent to them to fulfill. "Daddy," you moaned out, hips meeting his in a practiced dance. "So good, Daddy."

He groaned behind you. "I know, princess. Daddy's cock always makes you so wet." His hand found the back of your neck again. "Take a deep breath, princess."

He was pounding into you with in second, head forced back into the pillows as he did. You felt your hands curling at the sheets as you writhed moaning and crying below him.

It felt so fucking good. Better than normal, actually. It was as if your body was too lost on where to focus, fighting for air or relaxing and enjoying the way Rowan was ripping you apart.

You felt yourself becoming lightheaded, body softening. Rowan, misunderstanding, smiled, thinking you had fallen into his favorite overestimated dick drunken state. Your vision was filled with black dots, mind focusing on the sounds of him above you. Of his moans, his groans, the growls.

Rowan felt the moment he lost you, pulling himself out of you and flipping you as quickly as he could. "Fuck! Princess, I need you to come back to me," he started rubbing your sternum, eyes wide as he took in your face.

Your beautiful face where blood vessels had ruptured as your body struggled.

Struggled because of him.

He had almost killed you.

And you had almost let him.

He didn't know if he was angry, aroused by your complete trust in him, or just scared, but that first breath, that gasp you took before your body shook in his arms, tears falling. He laid you back down, hovering above your face and stroking your hair back. "Deep breath, y/n. There you go. Good girl."

You were met with light and green eyes staring down at you. "What happened?"

Rowan kissed your brow. "You did not use our fucking safe word or tap system is what happened. I almost fucking killed you."

You smiled below him, eyes closing again. "Felt so good. I wanted you to keep going."

Rowan’s forehead fell to yours, a rare full smile on his face. "Only you would pick dying with my cock inside of you over having to take a quick break."

He heard you moan, lips tugging up at the idea. "I would die a happy female if I died on your cock. Seems like the best way to die, actually. You buried so deep inside me, using me, body spent from pleasure."

He kissed your temple. "You will be punished for this later. Rest, my love."

"Are you sure you want to wait?"

Brows went up as he shook his head at you. "I will be bringing help with me to keep your mouth shut. Rest and prepare, princess."

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[danikamariewrites]

Hi! I love your stories. Could you please write a story where the reader is very sick and Rowan takes care of her? Thank you!

Keep You Cold

Rowan x reader

A/n: thank you anon 💕

Warning: fever and fluff

You woke up to a violent shiver running up your spine. Wiping at your forehead you feel the sweat collecting in your hairline. How were you freezing and hot at the same time?

You turned to Rowan who was still sleeping soundly. An arm outstretched toward you. You pull yourself across the bed, gripping his shoulders as you lower yourself onto his chest.

Still shivering you try call out Rowan’s name. Your head was killing you along with your sinuses. Rowan’s arms gripped you as he stirred. “What’s wrong my sweet? You’re shaking,” he said, his voice groggy with sleep.

He adjusts to sit up, still clutching you to his chest. The back of his large hand comes to rest on your forehead and he lets out a small hiss. “Gods, you’re burning up.”

Rowan rips the covers off of you, rushing you to the bathroom. He sets you down on the floor next to the rub as it fills with cool water. “Lift your arms for me,” he says gently. You raise your trembling arms so he can remove your sleep shirt.

You heard the water shut off but you don’t remember getting in the tub yourself. You feel Rowan’s bare chest on your back, absorbing any warmth his skin can give you in the freezing water. Rowan holds you to his chest and scoops water with his hand letting trickle down your face and scalp.

“R-rowan,” you get out through chattering teeth. “Yes,” he says in a soothing tone. “Can we get out soon?” “Just a few more minutes, my sweet.” You feel yourself drifting off again as the water sloshes around you.

When you woke next, you were alone in bed. You still felt feverish but it was more bearable. Rubbing at your eyes you tried to sit up but failed. Your whole body felt weak and tired. Like you had just fought a thousand battles.

You laid in bed for what felt like hours. You tried to yell out for Rowan, all attempts unsuccessful. Your throat was scratchy and your voice kept coming out quite and broken. It is rare that Fae get sick. You had always been a rare case, getting sick every year since you were a child. And always at the same time.

This isn’t the first time Rowan has taken care of you when you were sick. You must’ve scared him last night when he woke up to you clinging to him. Rowan, whether he’d like to admit it or not, is a worrier. He’s always worried about if you’re safe and he gets worse when your sick. But he dotes on you and you can’t lie, you love the attention from him.

Before you try to sit up again Rowan comes back into the bedroom. A steaming bowl of soup in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. “Morning, my sweet.” Rowan gives you a sympathetic smile as he sets the bowl and mug down on the table.

“Morning,” you groan out. Without asking, Rowan gently cradles you to his chest and helps you sit up against the headboard. “Thank you.” You mumble out.

Rowan kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger just a little longer to feel your temperature. He lets out an unsatisfied hum. “Still too warm for my liking.” He reaches over for the soup, blowing on the first spoonful for you.

You give him an annoyed look. “I can feed myself Ro.” He rolled his eyes at you, “I know, my sweet. But I want to take care of you so will you please let me.” You let out a huff as he brings the spoon closer to your mouth.

You let Rowan feed you the whole bowl and he lets you drink your tea on your own. When your done a couch wracks your body. “Rowan,” you croak out. “Yes my sweet?” He softly strokes your cheek.

“Will you stay in bed with me?” “Of course my sweet.” Rowan climbs into bed next to you, wrapping an arm around you. As you drift off again you feel a cool breeze caress your hot skin.

[highladyvanserra]

this rowan art 😩😩 this is exactly how i imagined him!

by itswibell_art on instagram

[sydneymack]

Aelin and Rowan - Throne of Glass

Artist: @romannaboch

[throughstarlitfields]

𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮…

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧.

🎨: @spearthymint

Commissioned by me

𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻. 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑵.

[i-only-see-daylight]

Aelin: If I died-

Rowan, sharpening his knives: Death will not get you out of this relationship.

[rainingriversofyou]

Throne Of Glass characters & couples 🤍 Artist: inkfaeart

[oblivionsdream]

A new puzzle collaboration with Reverie Puzzles this time featuring the characters from Throne of Glass. It was such a delight to work with them again and I’m super proud of how this turned out. I’m definitely biased but my favorite part is probably Abraxos because he is just the best boy. 😌

[shadowhandss60]

Dorian flirting with Celaena:

I brought you books, chocolate and a puppy. Wanna play some chess and cuddle?

Dorian flirting with Manon:

Rip out my throat, I DARE you…where yo chains at?

[highladyofterrasen7]

Dorian: apparently the only people you should invite to your wedding are ones who invited you to theirs

Aelin:

Chaol:

Dorian: well guess who isn’t coming to my wedding

[mellendraws]

“To whatever end.”

[readychilledwine]

✨️What Readychilledwine's favorite SJM males would call you✨️

💝Just a little headcanon of what my favorite males would call you as their mate. This is part 2 because tumblr limits how many images you can post 💝

Warning - she's long because of the fanart, but I figured we all deserve some eye candy today

(P.s. fanart is credited unless I could not find the creator, if you happen to know, please comment so I can add it.)

🌙 Crescent City 🌙

Ruhn - Michelle Taiki Art, Hunt - Anna Stone, Tharion - Sncinder

Ruhn

✨️ my mate, hot stuff, momma (regardless of momma status), queen ✨️

Hunt

⚡️angel, little wife, sugar, my other half, baby girl⚡️

Tharion

🌊wifey, hun, baby, sweetheart, Lady Whatever🌊

👑 Throne of Glass 👑

Rowan - Dominque Wesson, Fenrys - Morgana0anagrom, Lorcan- secia fanart (its ai I apologize), Sam- Beth Gilbert art, Gavriel - Morgana0anagrom, Dorian - Mads Schofield

Rowan

🪶 sugar, lovey, baby, dove, little bird, my queen 🪶

Fenrys

🐾pet, lovebug, little doe, baby🐾

Lorcan

🌌 princess, wife, dearest, my lady, little one🌌

Sam

🗡sweetheart, dear, my heart, my lady🗡

Gavriel

💛tigress, mate, precious, princess💛

Dorian

🖤 my light, my queen, darling, goddess🖤

💝💝peep part 1 for the ACOTAR males here💝💝

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[danikamariewrites]

Can I request a rowan fic smut cockwarming hard dom with praise and lots after care in the end pls

Stay Still (SMUT)

Rowaelin x reader

A/n: so ik you said Rowan x reader and it is HOWEVER I feel like I can’t write one without the other lately but Aelin only makes an appearance at the end

Warnings: hard dom Rowan (kind mean), cock warming, degradation/praise kink, overstimulation, use of safe word, fluff at the end

Walking past Rowan’s office the stern call of your name made you jump. You shyly walked up to his desk after being told to shut the door. Standing in front of Rowan you found it hard to look at those perfect green eyes.

Rowan tapped his pen against the desk, waiting for you to look at him. He let out a deep sigh before clearing his throat. “Do you know why I called you in here angel?” You glanced up at him, biting your lip you look back down at the carpet.

Gods damnit, you knew Aelin would tell on you! That is the last time you let her edge you without Rowan present. You let out a small defeated sigh through your nose. Through your lashes you swear you saw Rowan smirk a little, then snap his signature stern look back on.

“Yes sir.” You say softly. Rowan pushes his chair back from his desk. Looking up at him through your lashes Rowan waved you over to him. You quickly move to stand between his muscular legs, knowing that if you didn’t your punishment would be worse.

Your mate holds your hips in an almost bruising grip. He slowly looks up at you with a heated look. Those green eyes taken over by his list blown pupils. You could practically see his thoughts.

“I know you want to ask so I’m going to tell you, Aelin’s punishment will come later. Yours will be now.” You nod in understanding. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now, let’s get this off.” He begins to unlace your corset as you slide your arms from the sleeves of your dress.

An hour later you were holding back your whines from how sensitive your pussy was. You were squirming on Rowan at this point.

You started with your back to his chest once you were fully stripped. Rowan had pulled and teased your nipples until they were red. He rubbed at your clit being in you to the edge too many times to count.

After you had screamed, begging for release, Rowan had demanded silence. “Only good girls get to talk,” he had said.

Now, still fully seated on his cock, you were sitting chest to chest with Rowan. Trying not to move too much so your over sensitive body didn’t brush against the fabric of his clothes. You were willing to wait this out. Your reward in the end would be too good.

Rowan shifted under you, reaching for a blank piece of paper across his desk. You whimper at the shock that runs through your body. Your hips were killing you in this position. And your clit, which still felt raw from his fingers rubbing and edging you.

“Shh,” he says softly, bringing a hand to rub up and down your spine. You felt too tight in your skin all of a sudden. Like if you didn’t get away from Rowan you’d suffocate. Your eyes start to water. “Buzzard,” you choke out.

Rowan immediately stopped. Dropping his pen he gently holds you by your shoulders, pulling you away from him. His eyes were back to that beautiful pine green and full of concern. All traces of lust gone. “We’re going to get up, are you ok to do that?” You nod, tears still silently falling down your cheeks.

He slowly stands you up, bringing you over to the velvet couch. Pulling a spare robe out of the wardrobe in the corner. Once you’re covered he gathers your clothes and picks you up to bring you back to your chambers.

On the way back Rowan sent a message to Aelin down the bond, urging her to end her meeting early. Rowan brought you straight to the bathroom into a warm bath. You’ve calmed down now. Feeling returning to your body as Rowan used his hands to scoop water on your shoulders.

Rowan rubbed your shoulders, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “How are you feeling?” He asks softly. “Better,” you hum.

“Let’s talk about it. What sent you over the edge, baby?” Rowan started wetting your hair, lathering the shampoo in his hands.

You let out a content sigh as Rowan’s hands rub your scalp. “It was too much edging and overstimulation. It was nice at first but feeling that much made me uncomfortable.” Rowan places a small kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry it was too much, baby.”

Rowan guides you to lean back, soaking the suds from your hair. “It’s ok, my love. I’m ok now.” You open your eyes, blinking up at him and giving him a small smile.

Once you’re all clean and relaxed Rowan changed you into comfy clothes, wrapping you up in his arms under the covers. As Rowan runs his fingers through your hair as your eyes get heavier until you’re lulled to sleep.

[sparrowinthewater]

rereading empire of storms has me falling in love with rowan whitethorn all over again 😭😭

I MEAN😭😭😭😭

rowan is sjm’s BEST leading male character. or just best male character EVER.

[sydneymack]

Throne of Glass Dust Jackets

Artist: @/diabolical_victorian_art for @pineandash

[yazthebookish]

Rowan twined his fingers in hers and whispered, awe in every word, “For you, Fireheart. All of it is for you.”

Rowaelin 💚 commissioned with my super talented and good friend artoffrostandflame