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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Hiiiii may please write rowaelin x reader where she gets injured and they get like rlly possessive over her

we know how protective Mr. "you're sleeping in my bed until you're better" is when you're hurt 😏 lmao love this

Protective Instincts

Rowaelin x Reader

Warnings: mention of battle/injury

Head pounding, you groaned in pain, groggily blinking awake as you took in your surroundings. A warm fire roared from a hearth across the room, situated next to the chairs and couch that made up the seating area - Aelin asleep in one of the chairs, curled in an awkward position with her legs swung over the armrest so that she was facing you.

You registered that you were in a guest room of the Lochans’ castle, where you’d been staying during your meetings with Aedion, Lorcan, and Elide over barrier precautions. Memories flashed in your mind as you fell back weakly against the pillows - you recalled the sudden attack, raiders from the Frozen Wastes who had somehow crossed the mountains in an attempt to overtake Perranth.

Recalling the injury in your side from one of the raiders, you instinctively reached for the wounded area only to release another loud groan at the pain. In the corner of your vision, Aelin stirred, eyes widening as the two of you made eye contact. “You’re awake,” she cried, voice choking on the words. You smiled softly at her, your own voice scratching as you attempted to speak to her.

Aelin leapt from her chair as you sputtered out a cough, bringing a glass of water from the nightstand to your lips. Putting the glass back down, she stroked your hair softly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?” You took a deep breath, still coming back to your senses. “I’m in pain, but-“

You were interrupted by Rowan opening the door, a tray with two plates of food in his hand as he noticed your wakened state, tension visibly dissipating from his shoulders as he did so. “Hi,” you whispered at him with a small smile. Rowan sat down the tray next to your water, rushing over to take your head in his hands, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. He maintained that stoic expression he usually did, but a torrent of emotions swam in his eyes, filled with concern.

Aelin reached up to take your hand in hers. “You were saying?” Refocusing your attention to her, you nodded. “I’m in some pain, but it’s manageable. I’m just trying to remember what happened.” A muscle ticked in Rowan’s jaw. Barely keeping a leash on his anger, he directed the question at you, “you don’t remember how you rushed into battle? How you jumped in front of a blade meant for another soldier?”

A flurry of guilt, grief, and other emotions overcame you as your lip wobbled under Rowan’s intense gaze. Aelin held up a hand, silencing him before he could lecture you further. “You were the kind, brave person that we know and love.” She glanced at Rowan pointedly before continuing, “we’ve been very worried. You were mostly unconscious for nearly a week.” Your eyes widened, jaw slack as you registered her words. A week? You must have been close to death’s door for an injury to take you out for so long.

You held back tears, looking at Aelin and then Rowan. “I’m sorry, I know that must have been scary for the two of you,” you whispered. Rowan’s eyes softened then, and he crouched down beside where you laid as he took your hand, pressing a kiss to it. “You have nothing to apologize for, love. Here, try to eat some of this food while it’s warm.”

He turned, picking up the tray as Aelin crawled into bed beside you, taking a plate for herself as Rowan sat on the other side of you, helping you eat the warm soup and bread. A knock on the door sounded before Aedion entered, “I just wanted to check and see how you’re do-“

Rowan cut him off with a growl, Aelin flashing her canines as their protective instincts took over. Aedion held up his hands in a placating position, giving you a playful smile as he retreated out of the room. “I’m glad you’re okay. They’ve been like this all week,” he teased with an eye roll as Rowan snarled once more in warning.

The door clicked shut, the three of you alone once more as Aelin finished her food, snuggling into your side as you put an arm around her and leaned your head on Rowan, eyes drooping once more now that you were sated with food. “Uh huh,” Rowan tsked, helping you sit up. “No falling asleep yet. You’ve been asleep for days, and need a proper bath. I’ll be back for you in a moment.”

You scoffed softly under your breath, turning to Aelin as he left the room. She smirked at you, flicking your nose. “He is right, you know. You do stink.” Leaning in to press a kiss below your ear, Aelin murmured against your neck, “but I’ll help you clean up.”

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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can i pla request rowaelin x reader where reader doesn’t know they’re mates and feel guilty for being attracted to both of them meanwhile rowaelin are internally begging for her to notice the bond

GUILTY

a/n;;; i got a little carried away but i loved writing this :")

WARNINGS;; guilty feelings, long chapter

she shouldn’t be feeling this. she should have done something earlier. but there was no coming back… she was in love with the queen and king of terrasen, and she felt guilty.

everything started with aelin. she entered one day to her bookstore looking for some books for her to read and to send some of them to her friend, dorian havilliard, the king of adarlan. she was going to bow when aelin told her not to, she had enough of it in the castle, she said.

she asked her what books she was looking for. romance with some spice scenes she said. and while she entered the storehouse, aelin was cleaning the sweat in her hands. she gave her the books and told her to come back if she wanted anything more. of course.

and she came back twice a week, sometimes she ordered some books, sometimes she didn’t buy anything… but she had the feeling that the queen of terrasen was in her bookstore for another reason. and one day she came with the king of terrasen. he was beautiful, they both were. you had been feeling something for aelin. her attention towards her, how she would always come to her bookstore when she knew for sure there were better bookstores in orynth.

6 months passed, and she loved them. both of them. in the past few months, they had taken her out on dates, she had read with aelin in her castle room, rowan had helped her with the store… they had done things they shouldn’t have done, but they did, and now she was in love with the queen and king.

she was reading with aelin in her room, like so many days. they had decided to read the same book together and then comment on it. as they finished the last page, aelin said. “i don’t have words to describe it”

“me neither” she looked to aelin and found her eyes on her mouth. she pressed them together but aelin was still looking at them, she was going to say something when aelin kissed her. her tongue entered her mouth, she tasted like lemon verbena and kissing her was like being in heaven. but she was married to rowan, she was a married female, she had a mate. she pulled apart.

they were breathing fast, but she managed to speak “i can’t, i can’t” and she left, running to her home, leaving aelin in the room with tears rolling down her face.

a month passed and she didn’t hear of them or saw them, as if they had already forgotten about her. but it was easier this way. it’s better this way.

it’s better this way.

but she wasn’t better.

she missed them.

she missed spending the afternoon reading with aelin.

she missed going to walk with rowan.

she missed laughing with aelin and how rowan’s eyes would light up.

she missed them like she hasn’t missed anyone.

she had felt it the day aelin kissed her, had felt it when rowan would take her hand, a tug in her heart and a voice in her head. go. it would say. go, where?. go, just go. and it was her mother’s voice, who had told her to go every time she was with them. and know she knew what she meant. go with them. go where you feel safe. go where you are loved. go with your mates.

mates.

she was their mate.

and she felt guilty for it. for loving them, for being their mate. and she cried. cried for a love that was impossible.

she had fallen asleep, her eyes red, and her mouth dry. but an incessant knocking on her door, had awakened her. she looked at the wall-clock. 2 am. barefoot, she made her way to the front door, and when she opened it… aelin was there.

her blue and golden eyes were red from crying, bags under them, and her usually shiny hair was dull, without life. she knew rowan was near, keeping an eye on the street.

“i need to talk to you” aelin whispered.

should she let her enter? do it.

so she did.

she led aelin to the couch, as she sat down, she watched as aelin started to pace. “i know that you may not want to see me or rowan, and i know i should have come the day you left, but… i didn’t know what to say or how to explain what we have, that you are our mate, and” a breathy laugh “gods, this month apart have been like being in hell, because that is what our lives feel without you. hell. we’ve been trying to tell you for months, but we were scared you would run away the moment you knew it.” she walked to her and she watched as aelin kneeled before her, taking her hands. and the tears she thought were dry, started to flow again like a waterfall.

“but i want you to know that i love you. rowan loves you. we love you. because you are the light in our nights. you are the piece we were missing. so please, let us be yours.”

she kneeled before aelin. moving her hands away from her, she took her face with her hands, cleaning the tears with her thumbs. “i love you aelin, and i love rowan. i love both of you” aelin pressed her forehead with her’s, and a cold wind opened the window, and they watch as a hawk entered the room, and then turned into rowan. he walked to them and kneeling, he embraced both of them. he had heard everything.

she felt the bond sing with happiness as she melted into her mates.

well done, darling… i love you. i will always love you.

EPILOGUE

she heard a little voice talk to her. but she was dreaming and that voice… she knew that voice.

“hi there baby”

evalyn.

she wasn’t dreaming then.

she blinked a few times, getting used to the sunlight that entered the bedroom. she watched down and she saw her. her silver hair was knotted, but her green eyes were bright as she talked to her belly.

“good morning darling” she said to the little girl.

“good morning mommy” she called her mommy, while she called aelin mama. she looked again at her belly. “you think she can hear me?”

she let a low laugh. “of course she can” she said, stroking her hair. evalin climbed higher until her head was resting on her breast, and she hugged the little girl.

aelin and rowan watched her two girls.

we did it rowan.

we did it, fireheart.

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readychilledwine · 3 months

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Breathplay

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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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fieldofdaisiies · 4 months

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things the SJM males say...

Azriel saying...

Eris saying...

Rhysand saying...

Cassian saying...

Lucien saying...

Ruhn saying...

Helion saying...

Lorcan saying...

Rowan saying...

Dorian saying…

Chaol saying…

#rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #eris x reader #lorcan x reader #rowan x reader #lucien x reader #ruhn x reader

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assassinsblade · 4 months

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welcome!

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

requests: i am currently not taking requests!

taglists: instead of doing taglists, i have the following account you can turn notifications on for: @assassinslibrary. i will only ever reblog new stories here so you can get a notification when posted!

masterlists:

azriel eris

#will add to this as i post more lol #ignore this unless new to my page or if you want to know more!!#azriel x reader #acotar x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #azriel x you #acotar fic #tog fic #rowan x reader #lorcan x reader #dorian x reader #gwynriel #feysand #nessian #elucian #rowaelin #elorcan

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bunchesofoats · 1 year

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Dancing In Your Downpour.

Feat — Rowan Laslow x Siren!Reader

Contains — Mutual Interest, No Established Relationship, Fluff, Only One Bed (/j) - Only One Umbrella, LIGHT WEDNESDAY SPOILERS (By that, I mean the absolute tiniest sprinkle), Literally saving this boy’s life from an asthma attack, etc

Length — ~1.4k words

Notes — Inspired by The Weekend Run Club’s song called Holliday and also the fact that Calum Ross is really really pretty. Also, Rowan had at most 10 lines, and here I am making this because he stole my heart… SO ENJOY! (Not proofread, I’m so sorry)

“The rain’s getting a bit heavy, don’t you think?”

Everyone gathered around the windows as they watched the rain pour outside Ms. Thornhill’s Greenhouse. Class was already 3 minutes over, you were all sure to be late to your next ones due to the downpour.

“Children, I have a few extra umbrellas and rain coats! You can use them to get to your next class!” Your teacher called from the front, drawing everyone’s attention. They all scrambled to the front, grabbing umbrellas and coats and filtering out of the greenhouse in groups. The only people left were you and Rowan Laslow at the entrance of the class waiting your turns.

You didn’t know the boy personally well enough, just that he was Xavier Thorpe’s roommate, he had Telekinesis, and that he was fairly cute. You tried to make a habit of being nice to everyone despite most people’s assumptions of sirens. The most you’d ever spoken to him was being partnered with him for an English assignment. After that, it was nothing but Hellos and Heys in the hallways. You did catch him staring once during lunch, you had given him a small wave and he immediately looked away.

You were lost in your thoughts, hand outreached into the rainfall, feeling your scales slowly come out. You let out a smile, water was the element you always felt at home with, so what was a little rain gonna do to you?

“I only have one umbrella left.” Your attention turned to Ms. Thornhill and then to Rowan. He gave you a weak glance before attempting to hand you the umbrella.

“You can take it.” He mumbled shyly. You eyed the boy, brow creasing in confusion. Rowan Laslow looked like he’d get sick from eating an ice cube, why would he offer you the umbrella when he’d absolutely get drenched out there?

“What are you talking about? You’d practically die out there without this.” You joked grabbing his wrist, taking the umbrella within your other hand. He yelped as you pulled closely him to your side before opening the umbrella with the other. He understood what you were up to pretty quick, adjusting himself to a safe distance where he wasn’t squished against you but still under the umbrella. He hesitated wrapping his arm around you, balling his fist to avoid making you uncomfortable.

“Ready?” You awaited his response. He stared wide eyed into the rain, gulping before he gave you a small nod. That was all you needed before you both stepped into the rainfall. You could feel the heavy patters hit you almost as if it were hail. It wasn’t too bad to walk in, but it seemed the wind had other plans.

Your umbrella blew backwards, the wires breaking in on themselves. It was a useless shield now, you were both drenched head to toe. Your back hit Rowan’s chest as you both pushed against the wind. You both definitely couldn’t make it to class at this rate.

“Hold on, there’s a shed!” You could hear Rowan’s attempt to shout. You looked in his direction, finding Eugene’s Hummers shed. That would have to do.

Each step you took was harder than the last. You were going the opposed direction of the wind, the only thing keeping you from being blown away was Rowan holding onto you. Thankfully, you both made it in and set your belongings down on whatever dry surface you could find. There were a few leaks in the roof, you could tell it was handmade.

You had no time to think about that though. You could feel Rowan’s touch leave you as he dropped to the floor wheezing. You quickly reached for his bag, rummaging through unorganized bits of assignments and loose sheets of work. You’d expected the boy to be more organized considering how great his grades were, how neat his uniform was kept, and how he styled his hair so nicely to the side. Not that you were paying that close attention or anything. Who would do such a thing? Definitely not you. Totally.

You couldn’t find his inhaler anywhere, and to be frank, you were panicking. You were totally about to watch this kid die in some shed and you were gonna go to jail or something. It wasn’t until you felt Rowan’s touch lightly against your wrist that you snapped your attention his way. He peered up at you, brows creased, eyes leading you to his blazer pocket behind his fogged up glasses. You got the message, reaching into his pocket you brought his inhaler to his lips. He lifted his hand to yours, instructing you before he breathed in.

You let out a breath of relief, you hadn’t realized you were holding onto it. He was breathing easier now and you could feel him loosen up in your arms. You dropped your head into his chest before pulling back into a laugh.

“Gods almighty, do not scare me like that again!” You lightly punched him. Rowan looked up at you, the hand gripping yours loosened as he sat up. Realizing the position you two were in, he glanced away from you.

“I didn’t think you cared all that much.” He coughed out awkwardly. You tilted your head, what did he mean?

“Why would I not care about you?” His gaze met yours. You finally managed to see his deep blue eyes past the dissipating fog in his glasses.

“I just mean, I never thought it was possible to be an outcast in a school full of outcasts. Yet you seem to actually care.” He mumbled mostly to himself. Why wouldn’t you care about saving someone’s life? Was he stupid?

“I mean, is it not common sense to save someone who’s on the ground with breathing issues? What do you want me to do, mouth to mouth?” You questioned incredulously, the response managed to make him smile.

“Gods forbid one of the most popular sirens in the school is seen kissing the Telekinetic crazy kid.” He breathed out a laugh.

“Oh please, if I was popular then I’d be in the notoriously super secret Nightshades.” You rolled your eyes at the idea of the division in popularity standpoints, the kissing part didn’t seem so bad though.

“They kicked me out a couple weeks ago, you’re really not missing much.” He fiddled with his hands as you both fell into a comfortable silence. You had positioned yourself next to him, sitting upon the ground as your backs leaned against the shed walls. You two were absolutely missing class, but you were kind of glad it happened like this. The only thing that seemed bad was the fact that you were utterly freezing. Forget what you said about a little water not hurting you, it was terrible now that you were shivering.

“Here,” Rowan pushed off the wall, removing his blazer. He spread it out, presenting it like a blanket to you.

“You’re really stupid, aren’t you?” He gave you a confused look as you took his blazer and removed yours to spread them around you both. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it was the best you could do. He was literally on death’s door a second ago from an asthma attack, yet here he was offering you his coat. He froze as you curled your legs up, leaning into his side.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you ok with this?” You pulled away, noticing his sudden change. He looked pained for a split second at the loss of your proximity.

“No, no. It’s fine! I just didn’t know if you were uncomfortable with me holding you or anything. I didn’t want to assume and-” He rambled on and on. You hushed him by wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling the blazers back on. You really wouldn’t have been this forward if he hadn’t approved.

“Let’s just take advantage of this rainstorm, we can wait out the downpour.” You hummed, listening to the sound of his breathing and the pitter patter of the rain. It was an easy rhythm to fall asleep to. Besides, what was one day of missing classes?

“O-M-G!” You heard not so hushed whispers ring through your ears. “I have to put this on my blog!”

“Enid, do you not remember the fact that they’ve been missing all day? They better have a good explanation for this!” That was definitely Principal Weems voice.

It took you a second to gather where you were. The warmth holding you was, in fact, a person. Not just any person, but Rowan Laslow. You began to remember what happened before you fell asleep. You bolted upright, looking at the source of all the commotion. Squinting, you managed to look past the beaming flashlight to find pretty much everyone you knew and their mothers’ at the door of the Hummers shed.

That was an exaggeration of course… but Principal Weems did not look happy.

Pt. 2, My Heart Is My Sleeve: Here

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lyraeeee · 1 year

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finished watching wednesday and dear lord-

EXCUSE ME?!???

HE’S LITERALLY SO FINE LIKE- GAWDAMN.

watch me write a whole fanfic for him just because I can 😍😍🤭

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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Hi! I really love your writing! Can u request rowan x reader where they have a fight and she gives him the cold shoulder and he gets a taste of his own medicine for the first time? 😭

Cold Shoulder

Rowan x reader

Warnings: some angst

You heard the bedroom door open and shut. Rowan’s heavy booted footsteps walking around, searching every corner of the room for you.

You got into a fight this morning but had been ignoring him all day. You were only doing what he would do. For once he tried to come to you first to talk about the argument. But you wanted him to squirm for a little while longer.

Currently, you were sitting in the bathtub with the lights off. You weren’t taking a bath, you were just avoiding Rowan.

Rowan approached the bathroom door, jiggling the doorknob. He sighs, “y/n, I know your in there. Please let me in? I want to talk, please?” His voice breaks at the last please. Rolling your eyes you use your magic to unlock the door.

He slowly enters. You cross your arms, turning your face away from him. He sits on the floor next to the tub and places his hand on the ledge. You stay silent, hell bent on giving him the silent treatment like he has done to you.

“Y/n?” He whispers, “y/n I’m so sorry about the morning. I didn’t mean what I said, I was just…I was stressed. I just want you to be safe.” You let out an annoyed sigh.

“Please say something?” You turn to face him. Your brow furrowed and your lips set in a frown. “I’m upset that you think I can’t take care of myself. I know you want to protect me but I can fight too Ro. I just hate when you treat me like I’m some glass figurine.”

You turn away from him again, leaning on the far ledge of the tub. Rowan rubs at his face. “I know. I’m just afraid to lose you. And I know that’s not an excuse but I am sorry.”

Silence lingers between you. You knew he was truly sorry. Giving him the silent treatment wasn’t fair, you knew how it felt. Your shoulders slump as you let out a sad sigh.

Rowan climbs in the tub, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you into his lap. He ticks your head under his chin as he strokes your hair. “You can keep giving me the silent treatment if that makes you feel better.”

“No. It won’t. I hated it so it’s not fair, though you deserve it.” You chuckle. “Good. It was driving me crazy.”

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

#throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass #throne of glass Rowan #rowan whitethorn #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan x reader #rowan x you #rowan whitethorn x you

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hopeyblogs · 1 year

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hcs: would they spoil you? what would they spoil you with? ⇢Masterlist

Tyler: Flowers/handmade items

Yes he would. He'll handmade little trinkets even tiny jewelleries. He'll spoil you with tons of gifts, it could be some cash money, a matching bracelet he made himself, flowers during dates. If he wanted, he would. He always suprises you with gifts.

"Hi pretty! Come ere i have a surprise for you!" he pulls your hand entering his room.

"Close your eyes please" you followed his command and you feel something is being put on your wrist.

"Open!" He puts yours and his wrist together. A white beaded bracelet and a black bead on your wrist and on his was a black beaded bracelet with a white bead. It was adorable

"matching bracelets. do you like it?" he looks up at you

"Tyler. I love it" thanking him with a kiss <3

Rowan: notes/origamis/chocolates

He doesn't spoil you with gifts much but he definitely gives little cranes, hearts, butterflies origami, paper flowers, notes, a flower he find on the field and give it to you because "the flower is pretty. Reminded me of you" blushy and all. You keep all his notes in a box. He definitely writes letters to you, gives you his sweaters and jackets. He'll buy a bouquet of flowers, chocolate or maybe jewellery during special dates. You'll cherish every thing he gives you.

"Here y/n. It's not much i know but. Happy Anniversary" he holds out a bouquet of flowers and a white box.

"Oh Rowan, thank you so much. The flowers are my favourites. they're beautiful"

When you open the box, it contained a new sweater he bought for you, chocolates and a new perfume for you with tons of paper hearts in the box. So sweet <3

Ajax: you spoil him instead

He tries :') HE REALLY DO. HE'S JUST BROKE after spending it on getting high. But he'll dedicate himself to you. His insta feed is filled with you only, he posts you every second. You love him no matter what. You're the one who will spoil him, buying a new cologne, tons of beanie even shoes. He feels so guilty but you'll reassure him with a kiss. "Ajax! I got you new shoes! What do you think? These are the ones you liked"

"What? But you didn't have to. Thank you so so so much" his heart pounds with guilt.

"stop looking so guilty baby. come ere" you pull him into a seering kiss.

"i love you ok?" you say holding him close to you

He does spoil you during anniversaries, your birthday, special dates. He'll pay for everything when you go out on dates. He's so grateful for you <3

#draft dump #x reader #imagines #rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #rowan x reader #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler x reader #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolis x reader #ajax x reader #wednesday

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azsazz · 5 months

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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.”

#rowan x reader #rowan whitethorn #rowan smut #throne of glass #tog #azsazz #rowan #rowan whitethorn smut

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shadowdaddies · 3 months

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Hello there, could i request Rowaelin x reader who is a germophobe and always fussing about keeping things clean and organized. And when Rowen comes back from mission's covered in dirt and blood reader is always there to make sure he gets cleaned properly ( despite the fact that hes a grown male).

Hope you have a good day/night

thank you, I hope you have a great day as well!💜

Come Clean

poly!Rowaelin x Reader

Warnings: very suggestive towards the end

The front door creaked open, your shriek piercing the air at the sight of the large fae male standing in the threshold. He paused, foot hanging above the floor as green eyes darted to where you were seated.

“Rowan Whitethorn, don’t you dare enter this house with those muddy boots on!” You scolded, quickly striding across the room to kneel in front of where he stood. He released an exasperated sigh, leaning against the frame as he allowed you to untie his boots and toss them outside.

A gasp sounded from behind you, Aelin clicking her tongue as she shook her head at Rowan. A smirk played on her lips as she teased, “Rowan, how could you possibly think to enter this house with shoes on?”

You whipped your head around to see her clutching her chest in mock horror, the smugness fading slightly as you shot her a glare.

“Excuse me for trying to keep the blood and dirt out of this home,” you muttered, shaking your head as you walked towards the sink. Grabbing a washcloth, you looked back towards Rowan, eyes studying his dirtied form.

“Do you have any injuries?” you asked, voice laced with concern as you wetted the washcloth in the basin. Rowan’s eyes softened, shining like glittering emeralds as he smiled at you in admiration.

“No, I’m alright. None if this blood is mine,” he reassured you. Your nose scrunched slightly at the thought of strangers’ blood being tracked across your clean floors, but you managed to push that concern aside to focus on Rowan.

You lightly cupped his cheek, bringing the washcloth to gently clean the dirt from his face. His arms wrapped around you, warm hands secure on your hips as he pulled you closer.

“Rowan! Ugh, now I need a bath, too,” you grumbled, frowning at the dirt he’d spread on your dress.

Aelin laughed from where she stood. “I’ll go draw a bath for you, Row,” she called, turning as she set off for the bathroom.

Rowan smirked down at you, hunger in his gaze as he lowered his head, lips brushing your own. “Good. We can take that bath together,” he murmured, lips moving to nip at your ear.

Gasping at his touch, you lightly pushed Rowan away, shaking your head at his antics. “I am NOT getting in that tub with you all filthy like this. We’re getting these clothes off of you, and you can take a long bath. Alone.”

Rowan hummed, interlocking his fingers through yours as he led you towards the bathroom with him. “Well, I have no problem with you taking my clothes off,” he retorted with a wink.

Aelin rolled her eyes at him from where she stood by the tub. “You can take off your own clothes, Buzzard.” Her gaze flicked to where you stood in the doorframe, tongue flicking out over her lips as she looked at your soiled dress.

“I’ll be sure to help our girl change into some clean clothes of her own. After I take those off of her, of course.” Aelin flashed Rowan a devilish grin, her arm wrapping possessively around your waist as she guided you from the bathroom.

Grabbing the door handle, you gave Rowan a wink as Aelin began untying the laces of your dress. “You’d better hurry up and get clean, Row, if you don’t want to be left out,” you purred, letting your dress drop to the floor as you shut the door in his face.

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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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”

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