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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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

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

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

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Manon x Reader fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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moonlightazriel · 7 months

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Just made this to say that I started cuphead and I hate this fucking flower.

#throne of glass #manon blackbeak #elide tog #manon x elide #elide lochan #lady elide #elide #manon crochan #manon tog #manon blackbeak crochan

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packetofsuga · 1 year

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Manon Blackbeak

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azriels-angels · 2 years

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Claimed Pt. 2

𓆩♡𓆪M a s t e r l i s t 𓆩♡𓆪

Part One

Based on this and this ask

I sincerely apologize for taking so long to write the second part. Thank you for being so patient with me, my angels. Check the warnings, enjoy💋

Warnings: smut, f/f sex, exhibitionism, hair pulling (reader receiving), public sex, pet names: “my little pet” “my little whore” & “sweetheart”, slight swearing, slight humiliation kink.

"You're going to wait here while I prepare myself," Manon's husky voice rasps into your hair, setting your naked body in front of the balcony ledge, for all the citizens below to see.

"Apparently, they don't know who you belong to," You felt the air shift as Manon left your side to do whatever she needed to do to prepare herself.

Out of bad habit, you bit down on your lip while your nails dug into the balcony railing as the spring breeze gently caressed your thighs and wove into your hair. The town had yet to look up. Had yet to see their Queen's lover soaked, naked, and quivering above them. Though that was very short lived.

Manon returned behind you with a soft kiss to your shoulder before firmly grasping your jaw to give her more access to the side of your throat. You eagerly bared your neck to her while still keeping a nervous eye on the citizens below. It wasn't until you felt something cold and smooth poke at your backside when your eyebrows slightly furrowed together, turning to look behind you when you finally saw it.

It was a device. Some type of sex device that you heard females used on other females that looked exactly like a male's cock, though it was strapped on across the pelvic bone and ass. And it was . . . violet.

You peeked up at Manon, though you found that she was already smirking down at you. Her sharp, iron, fangs shining against the sunlight.

"You're going to use that on me?" You barely breathed out, for your heart was beating too harsh against your chest for you to handle.

Manon's grin widened, "Yes, my pet, I'm going to use this on you,"

You couldn't help but whimper. Here? Right now, in front of all of these people? Manon could not be serious but, oh, you knew she was the second her fist tightened in your hair before she tenderly pulled.

"I am going to claim you," Manon demanded before looking over the balcony at her people, releasing a low growl. "They will never touch, look, or speak your name again without remembering their Queen ruthlessly fucking her little pet,"

You were beyond flabbergasted to form any words, any noise, as your brain slowly turned into mush. And she hadn’t even touched you yet.

You felt Manon’s sharp claws bite into the curve of your waist; holding you in place against the railing as you now stood slightly hunched over it. She leaned over a bit, her tangled, moon-white, hair tickling her shoulders while her warm breath fanned the side of your neck.

“Are you ready?” Manon taunted, you could hear the smirk in her tease.

What an ass.

You knew it was a rhetorical question as your eyes raked over the crowd under you, and that there was no way that you’d be getting out of this.

“Yes,” you sighed, waiting, anticipating for her to make the first move.

But she didn’t. She wouldn’t fucking move.

A fucking tease.

You slightly turned your head to look at her, to plead, “Manon, would you plea—”

Though Manon cut you off, violently yanking a fist of your hair before thrusting up and into you.

You screeched at the sudden pain, both in your scalp and pussy. The device, unbearably thick and curved, thrashed and rubbed against your walls in hard, fast, strokes.

Your eyes frantically search the crowd below, seeing if anyone had heard you. Yet you found that all the towns people were too busy caught up in their own lives and personal shopping’s to notice. Yet.

Manon’s claws further sank into your waist as she steadied her speed.

“We both know you can be louder than that,” She scoffed. “Go on sweetheart, show them how much of a little whore I can make you,”

Even though you were perfectly wet enough to take her—due to your previous activities together—you still needed time to adjust to the size. Time that she did not care to give you.

You began to pant, trying to conceal all the moans and squeals that threatened to leave your lips as you desperately held onto the railing. Though that did nothing to stop your arousal from coating the air, spreading further out into the town.

Manon placed tender kisses up your spine, still fisting your hair as the wet, sticky, sound from the device fucking into you, and the sound of her hips slapping against your ass grew louder.

Your desperate pants turned into pathetic whines and curses. By now, anyone who was in a fifty feet radius from the apartment could smell the intoxicating scent spewing from your pussy.

You shamefully locked eyes with a few of the citizens. Some of them where too shocked at the scene before them to move nor blink while others quickly averted their gaze, continuing their previous plans.

Manon chuckled before licking a long stripe up the side of your neck, pounding deeper into you as she let out a content moan.

“Fuck, Manon,” You couldn’t help but cry out and squirm against the raining, drawing enough attention for the majority of the town to notice what had been going on a few feet above them.

It was a sight to see; Manon, a dark goddess crafted by the moon itself, plunging herself into you, using your hair as a leash while you took it all. And you, a desperate little thing indeed, tits bouncing with your delicious tongue out, getting fucked so good.

You continued to let out a string of moans as Manon bit and sucked at your skin, leaving promising bruises to form by the morning.

“That’s it, pet,” Manon’s grin was feral as she locked eyes with every single citizen that dared to stare for too long. “Show them what’s mine,”

Nothing mattered anymore as you finally released the pathetic moans you’d kept in all along. It didn’t matter that your naked body was on full display for all to see. It didn’t matter that you were practically hanged over the balcony, getting fucked into like a bitch in heat.

Manon let go the fist of your hair only to flick a claw against your little bundle of nerves, continuing her thrusts at a speed you didn’t know was possible. Her name came out of your mouth like a sinful, needy, prayer; over and over and over again as tears began to swell in your eyes from the pleasure and humiliation.

You crumbled, completely shattered in Manon’s arms, screaming before all of the town’s people as she coaxed you through your orgasm.

Manon pulled out of you, letting go of you completely only to step away just so her people could see how good she claimed you as if fucking you in front of them wasn’t enough.

Covered in hickeys, bruises, and scratches, you still quivered against the railing before looking up at Manon with a tearful gaze.

As much as she humiliated you in the past half hour that you were out here for, in front of all of these people; you still loved her, needed her.

You gave in, letting Manon’s scent, dark amber and black dahlia, lead you to her in a tender kiss.

Manon wove her hands into your hair, holding your head much more gentle than she was moments ago, and smirked into the kiss.

She knew, they knew, and you knew too. You belonged to Manon.

#manon smut #manon #manon blackbeak #manon tog #sarah j maas

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sydneymack · 2 months

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The Leading Ladies, The Warriors, The Quiet but Fierce - TOG, CC and ACOTAR

Artist: @bookishkoda

#aelin ashryver whitethorn galathynius #bryce quinlan #feyre archeron #manon blackbeak #nesta archeron #lidia cervos #elide lochan #elain archeron #hypaxia enador #tog #throne of glass #acotar #crescent city #sjmaas

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rainingriversofyou · 2 months

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Throne Of Glass characters & couples 🤍 Artist: inkfaeart

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stormwvr · 3 months

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dorian with both manon and celaena

#dorian havilliard #throne of glass #celaena sardothien #manon blackbeak #manorian #aelin galathynius #throne of glass series #incorrect tog #incorrect throne of glass quotes #incorrect throne of glass

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demigods-vampires-fae-are-bae · 6 months

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Manon: You deserve an award for putting up with me.

Dorian: You are my reward, witchling.

~~~•~~~

Aelin: You deserve an award for putting up with me.

Rowan: Yeah. You can be a real bitch sometimes.

#throne of glass #tog #sarah j maas #aelin galythinius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manorian

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shadowhandss60 · 1 month

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The thirteen playing truth or dare in KOA:

Dorian: Manon, truth or dare.

Manon: Truth

Dorian: I dare you to kiss me right now.

Manon: *moving immediately to kiss him*

Asterin: She didn’t even even say dare?

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iwillwalkthroughthefire · 5 months

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#throne of glass #sarah j maas #incorrect throne of glass quotes #source: brooklyn nine nine #manon blackbeak #abraxos #heir of fire #queen of shadows #tog shitpost #empire of storms #kingdom of ash

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shadowdaddies · 5 months

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

DO YOUR MAGIC

Roar of the Wind

Manon x Reader fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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