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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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would you write something for vesta blackbeak? she’s always teasing, so it’d be nice to see her being the subject of it for once

some of the thirteen find her holding hands with a crochan witch and vesta doesn’t heard the end of it

take care, enjoy your day! 💌

hi my love! ty for your patience with this one, I'm still working through requests from the holidays. I love writing for the witches so much, this was so fun to write💜💜

New Beginnings

Vesta Blackbeak x Reader

Hopping from your redwood broom, you landed on the grass outside of the warrens with a thud. Heads turned, Ironteeth witches looking on with a combination of admiration and jealousy at your flying abilities. With a flip of your hair, you sent the group a wink as you walked towards the armory where you stored your brooms.

A flash of red hair caught your eye, and you glanced sidelong with a knowing smirk at the witch whose golden eyes were locked on you. Vesta’s usual arrogance was absent, her pale cheeks slightly flushed as she tracked the sway of your hips.

With a small wave of your fingers in her direction, you released a small laugh as Vesta’s blush deepened, her friends quickly taking note as they snickered at her reaction to you.

Entering the armory, you set your broom alongside the others, turning as you heard a familiar voice call your name. Manon strode through the door, eyes alight with an amusement you rarely saw from her.

“There is a group of witches going into town for drinks tonight. Several Ironteeth will be going, and I would appreciate your help in convincing Crochan witches - including yourself - to go, as I know the influence you have with them.” You had developed a loose friendship with Manon since she came into her role as Queen, assisting her with the unification of Ironteeth and Crochan clans. She often came to you with requests like these, and you were more than willing to help her in her efforts.

“Of course. I will speak to some of the others, and see who I can convince to go,” you confirmed, nodding respectfully to your Queen.

Manon gave you a grateful smile, nodding her head slightly in thanks. “I am appreciative, as always. As are Asterin, Sorrel, and Vesta...” Manon’s eyes assessed you, lips twitching upward as she tracked the faint blush that dusted your cheeks at Vesta’s name. “They will all be there tonight as well,” the Queen added, golden eyes shimmering with delight as she turned and walked out the door.

Swallowing nervously, you made your way to your quarters to recruit a group to go out this evening. A surprising number of witches agreed, everyone seemingly eager to let loose and enjoy the night.

The moment you stepped into the tavern that evening, you could feel her eyes on you. Red hair shone like a bright flame as Vesta watched you from where she leaned against the bar, half-interested in her conversation with Sorrel.

Her keen focus - eyes raking over your figure as you removed the cape from your shoulders - granted you the boldness to approach her. As you reached the spot where she perched, you ordered a drink from the barkeep and turned to face her. This close, it was impossible to ignore her beauty, the disarming smile she gave you.

“Are you listening?” a swat to Vesta’s arm drew both of you from the moment, turning to see Sorrel staring at her before the dark-haired witch noticed you with a smirk. Her eyes flicked back to Vesta, grin deepening to reveal dimples on her cheeks. “Ah, I see you have found a more interesting conversation partner,” Sorrel snickered, grabbing her drink from the counter before spotting a table full of witches and striding towards them.

Vesta peered at you cautiously, that same blush from earlier brightening her alabaster skin somehow making her appear even more beautiful. With a nod of thanks to the bartender, you picked up your drink. “Cheers, to the Ironteeth-Crochan witches,” you murmured, admiring Vesta’s full lips as they spread into a smile.

“Cheers, to new beginnings,” she murmured, taking a sip of her drink before glancing around the room. Her eyes stopped on a side door before flicking to yours, holding out her hand in invitation. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you accepted her hand, fingers interlocking with hers as you let the beautiful witch guide you outside.

Dim lights twinkled on a chilly side street, the area empty with the exception of a few chairs that were left against the wall. “Here,” you gestured to the chairs, pulling two of them up next to each other as you took a seat.

Conversation with Vesta came easy, her charming demeanor quelling any reservations you had. You had lost track of how long the conversation went on, time only told by the emptiness of your drink glasses as you set them on the ground.

A cold wind blew through, sending a chill through you that made you wish you’d left your cloak on earlier. Noticing your discomfort, Vesta opened up her own cloak, scooting her chair until the wooden seat clacked against your own. “Here, I’ll keep you warm,” she whispered, shockingly tender as she awaited your reaction.

With a goofy grin, you saddled up next to her, savoring her warmth and the smell of cinnamon as she wrapped her cloak around the both of you. The vibration from her chest as she spoke comforted you as conversation continued, lulling you into her cozy hold.

You had somehow ended up in her lap, legs draped over hers as you lay half-asleep in Vesta’s arms. The door swung open, slightly stirring you before Vesta hissed at the intruders, pressing a kiss to your hair as she whispered for you to go back to sleep.

Asterin and Sorrel were bent over in silent laughter at the sight while Vesta glared back. Manon simply smiled on, satisfaction in her eyes as she teased, “Vesta Blackbeak, man-eater and Crochan-cuddler.” Asterin and Sorrel laughed louder at that, rousing you from your sleepy state with a yawn as you looked up to see them all standing around you.

Blushing sheepishly at Manon, you greeted the Witch Queen, who greeted you back before shoving her giggling friends through the door, leaving you alone with Vesta.

“Your friends are very amused by us,” you noted quietly.

Vesta swallowed nervously. “They’ve... I am not usually this affectionate,” she admitted slowly.

Sitting up, you moved to straddle her lap as your hands threaded through her fiery hair. Her warm chest brushed yours as you pulled her impossibly close. “Neither am I, but here’s to new beginnings,” you whispered, lips brushing hers as you pulled her in for a kiss.

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acourtofdreamsanddarkness · 9 months

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To burn the Witch is to admit that magic exists.

- Erin Anastasia

#booklover #witchcraft #ironteeth witches #witch aesthetic #witch community #acotar #fourth wing #throne of glass #bookish #sjm books #manon #blackbeak #sarahjmaas #booktok #magic

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manontrashbeak · 1 year

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People who think this feels like a long wait between sjm books clearly weren’t here for the EoS(9/2016) -> getting the announcement that we were getting ToD, not Aelins continuation-> KoA release (10/2018)

We had to wait 2 yrs to know where Aelin was and what Maeve up to

#throne of glass #manon blackbeak #manorian #tog #dorian havilliard #crochan witches #asterin blackbeak #elide lochan #ironteeth witches #rowaelin #aelin ashryver #elorcan #acotar #nessian #acomaf #crescent city #house of sky and breath #malide #rowan whitethorn

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basqueezysays · 1 year

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My queen, Manon Blackbeak of the Ironteeth Witches, by me--Basqueezy!

#sarahjmaas #manon blackbeak #manonblackbeak #ironteethwitches #throneofglass #throne of glass #empireofstorms #kingdomofash #booktok #sarah j maas #aelin galathynius #manon x dorian #manon #blackbeak #ironteeth #witches

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sholdthebus · 2 years

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🩸𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚔🩸

Throne of Glass x Game of Thrones crossover for this month’s sticker! Check out my pAtreon here!

#manon blackbeak #manon crochan #blackbeak #blackbeak clan #ironteeth witches #ironteeth #throne of glass #tog #throne of glass fanart #fanart #illustration #digital fanart #bookish art #bookish #wing leader #heir of fire #queen of shadows #small business

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cpeersmann · 1 year

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Manon… my Queen! Best one I’ve seen yet!!! I’d gladly bow 😏

Art by: Dominique Wesson

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a-library-ghost · 7 months

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reading the Crescent City books for the first time!! I’m just a few chapters into hosab/book 2 but these are a few DIRECT REFERENCES TO THRONE OF GLASS that I caught in hoeab/book 1!!!

The three faced goddess— just like the religion of the Ironteeth and the Crochan witches!!

And the walking dead— the book on word marks and valg that celaena reads in crown of midnight (I think?? Maybe book 1 too)

Something to think about in terms of sjm multiverse 🫣🫣🫣🤭🤭🤭

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acourtofantumbra · 9 months

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Halfway through my Queen of Shadows reread and I'd written up this super long post running through a ton of 👀 parallels between ACOTAR, TOG, and CC witches, priestesses, and two of our favorite gingers' birth stories. But one second before posting the draft erased itself 🥹... Cute. I'll try again at one point because I want some smartie out there on the interwebs to tell me what it all means.

My conclusion every time is just like, "is everyone a witch?" and tbh I stand by that. But also... breeding... I hate to talk about it, but it's unavoidable at this point. All roads lead it to it unfortunately.

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shallyne · 8 months

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Ok why do you think Rhys is a witch?

So this goes hand in hand with the Rhys is part Valg theory. I always theorized about Rhys being part witch but when I heard this quote from Asterin on tiktok I was sure. Not 100% because not everything fits but look:

Asterin: "In the Wastes they made machines to break us apart. The fools never realized that all they needed to do to torture our kind, to make us beg, was to chain us. Keep us tied to the earth."

Rhys: "So they chained me up between two trees, beating me when they felt like it, trying to get me to tell them where the Night Court forces were, using my warriors— their deaths and pain— to break me. Only I didn’t break,” he said roughly, “and they were too dumb to know that I was an Illyrian, and all they had to do to get me to yield would have been to try to cut off my wings."

Both the tog witches and Rhys are breakable if you take away their freedom, keeping them tied to the earth. Both are meant to be in the sky

Then there is this part in acowar:

ACOWAR: Nesta drifted toward the desk, the maps atop it. “What is the difference,”she asked none of us in particular, “between a faerie and a witch?”

“Witches amass power beyond their natural reserve,” Mor answered with sudden seriousness.

(They continue to say that witches use spells and objects which Rhys obviously doesn't but except for that (also about that, Rhys's powers are used to fix the cauldron so that could be an object))

Rhys's powers: Rhysand has an extreme amount of power, that exceeds the amount of any of the seven high lords. He is the most powerful Fae in the history of Prythian,

Feyre about Rhys at the High Lords meeting: Brethren, and yet not. Tamlin was a High Lord, as powerful as any of them. Except for the one at my side. Rhys was as different from them as humans were to Fae. They forgot it, sometimes— how deep that well of power went. What manner of power Rhys bore. But as Rhysand ripped away Tamlin’s ability to speak, they remembered.

Throne of Glass Witches: Witches are a species of witch created by the mating of Valg and Fae (That's where the Rhys is part valg theory comes into play)

Thanks for asking!

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silverflameataraxia · 2 years

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But Aelin turned to Manon. "I lay claim to her. Witch-blood in her veins or no, she is Lady of Perranth, and she is mine."

Gold eyes gleamed with the thrill of challenge. "And if I claim her for the Blackbeaks?"

"Blackbeaks-or the Crochans?" Aelin purred.

Elide blinked. Manon-and the Crochans? What was the Wing Leader doing here? Where was Abraxos? The witch said, "Careful, Majesty. With your power reduced to embers, you'll have to fight me the old-fashioned way again."

Aelin and Manon fighting over Elide

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shadowdaddies · 3 months

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Hi, do you think you could write a Asterin x reader x Vesta fic where reader decides to go out into the woods for a thing and doesn’t come back for a while, but since readers more adventurous it’s normal for her to take a few days to explore the woods.

But then it’s been a week and the witches are about to say fuck it and go in after reader but then suddenly reader show up with a massive, half-feral female wyvern and is just like “hi, missed you babes this is Fenrir”

hii💜 I've been feeling whimsical lately and that definitely shows in this fic

Lucky Me

Asterin x Reader x Vesta

warnings: none

Shoving the last of the rations into your bag, you clasped it shut, slinging the leather strap across your body. Asterin and Vesta watched you from the doorway, thinly veiled worry in their eyes.

“Why do you feel the need to go into the forest, again?” Asterin questioned, plopping down on your bed, her black and gold eyes peering up at you through long lashes.

Vesta rolled her eyes, laying down on the bed next to Asterin. “This is what she does. Our Fearless Adventurer,” she mocked with a flourish of her hand.

You scoffed, playfully sticking your tongue out at Vesta as you made your way towards the door. “The Jungle of Morla is known to have sprites called Leipreacháns. Apparently if you capture one, it has to give you its fortune,” you said, waggling your eyebrows as you elaborated on the mysterious tale. “It’s been a bit dull around here lately, and I’ve been wanting to explore the Witch Kingdom. And what chance would a little sprite have against a witch?” you bragged haughtily.

Asterin pouted, sitting up from the bed to throw her arms around you. “I don’t want you to leave,” she mumbled into your shoulder.

Pressing a kiss to her cheek, you swore, “I won’t be gone longer than a few days. If I don’t find a Leipreachán, I’ll just scout the jungle so that we know what it’s like for the sake of defense and head back home.”

Soft blonde hair buried further into your shoulder, Asterin’s hug around you only tightening. Vesta stood, a smirk on her face as she moved to join the hug.

“I hope you plan on sharing that gold with us,” she teased, and you only brought her closer, basking in her comforting scent before you finally let the pair go and turned to walk out the door.

~~~

The jungle was full of life - the trees a more vibrant green than you’d ever seen, birds, snakes, and large cats found at every turn. But after a full day of travel, there remained no sign of any fairies, much less Leipreachán.

Exhausted and frustrated, you rolled out your pallet on the forest floor, listening to the sounds of chirping birds and the babbling brook as you fell asleep.

The next day passed in an almost identical manner. You enjoyed the liveliness of the forest, the fresh air and unique wildlife, but no fairies were to be found. Until you crossed the tree line, where the colors of the leaves changed. As in, they changed constantly. You were covered in a rainbow of magic, the treetops changing from green to blue to purple hues and everything in between as you marched onward.

Whispers echoed through the wind, your clue that dryads were in the trees. Bubbles sprung up from the brook, showcasing the alven who waved as they floated downstream.

You had clearly entered into a place of magic, surrounded by fairies, and thus decided that this would be a proper place to set up camp for the evening. Remaining cautious not to destroy or loot any of the plants and berries nearby, you pulled food rations from your bag. Jerky, bread, and chocolate was what remained at this point, and you decided that the protein and carbohydrates from the beef and bread would provide you with better sustenance to further your search of the Leipreachán tomorrow.

Setting the chocolate back inside your bag, you ate your dinner listening to the musicality of the enchanted forest, eventually drifting off to sleep under the starry sky.

~~~

Unbeknownst to you, time moved slower the further you ventured into the Jungle of Morla. While less than three days had passed where you were, seven had passed in the Witch Kingdom.

Vesta paced back and forth, fingers tangled in her red hair as she fought the anxiety building within her. Asterin watched her from the couch, leg bouncing as she chewed on her lip.

“What do we do? Do we go after her? We don’t even know where she could be,” Vesta babbled, breathing growing difficult as visions flashed of all the terrible things that could have happened to you.

Asterin released a shaky exhale before she stilled, looking up at Vesta. “Of course we go after her. We can venture to the edge of the forest - that’s nearly half a day’s journey, and we’ll decide from there. I’m sure she left a trace of where she traveled.”

With that, the witches packed their bags, setting off towards the jungle.

~~~

A small, frustrated huff echoed in your ear, rousing you from your sleep. Bleary eyes opened to see a greenie at your side, hopelessly trying to open the bag which you were currently using as a pillow. You eyed the little golden fairy for a moment before you sat up, keeping your hand firmly on the bag.

The fairy jumped back, frightened as its iridescent wings twitched in irritation. “What do you want?” it hissed up at you.

You scoffed, shooing the fairy back with your hand. “What do you want? Who do you think you are, trying to dig through my bag?”

The fairy sniffed, turning her head to the side as she tapped an impatient foot. “You are the one in my forest, bringing chocolate! Of all the sweets, you bring chocolate and expect no fairies to take it? I could smell that from a mile away,” she huffed, eyes flicking to the small opening in your bag.

“Nuh-uh,” you tsked, slamming your hand over the opening with a Cheshire grin. “I’ll make you a deal,” you drawled, the greenie immediately perking up at your offer. “If you can help me find a Leipreachán, I’ll give you all the chocolate that I have. Which is a good bit, I’ll add.”

The fairy took about one half of a second to decide before she reached out a gilded hand, shaking the tip of your finger. It was a deal.

“The Leipreachán waits at the end of the brook,” the greenie said, holding out her hand expectantly for you to deliver the chocolate. You sighed, opening the bag to snap off a tiny piece of the sweet before dropping it in her tiny hands.

“I’m going to need more information than that, if you want more chocolate,” you countered. “How does a brook have an end? Where is that?”

Gold dust shook from the fairy as she stomped a foot, glaring up at you. “The end of the brook is the end of the brook,” she scowled, pointing upstream. “It begins at the lake. You will know it when you see it.”

You took a moment to consider, knowing how mischievous greenies and other sprites can be. Her directions seemed simple enough. “Fine. Here, take the rest of the chocolate,” you granted, setting down the bar in front of her. You were shocked at the strength she showed, her tiny wings beating like a hummingbird’s as she lifted the bar twice her size, flying away without another word.

“I guess that’s it, then,” you muttered, rolling up your cot and beginning your journey towards the lake. You walked for several hours with only the sounds of strange birds and the dryads to keep you company, when you came across a clearing.

The trees parted, their colorful assortment of leaves making way for the sunny afternoon sky and a calm, crystal clear lake ahead of you. Scanning the landscape, you began to search for the Leipreachán when you felt something pull on your pant leg.

Startled, you drew your dagger, turning to find a small, very old looking man with a long red beard. Immediately, you lunged for him, barely catching the little sprite’s ankle in your grip to drag him back towards you.

The Leipreachán spewed curses at you, thrashing in your hold as he fought to be free. You pressed your dagger to his throat, and the sprite’s eyes grew wide as he stilled.

“Okay, then. You’ve caught me. I assume it’s my gold that you want, then?” he asked, his voice too light and teasing. Something was amiss here. Nonetheless, you nodded, eager to hear what he had to say.

“My pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow. If you find it, it’s yours,” he said, a delirious chuckle echoing from his lips until his face turned red, the Leipreachán disappearing into a puff of green smoke.

Waving your hand, you coughed and sputtered out the smoke from your mouth as you sat back on your heels, pondering what he meant. There was no rainbow; it hadn’t rained recently. The sky was clear above you. If only you could climb above the tree line to see the horizon, see if the rainbow was there.

As you searched for a tree to climb to gain the vantage point you needed, the realization hit you like a brick, knocking you on your ass in laughter. The multi-colored trees of the enchanted forest were like a rainbow, and the end of the rainbow must be the edge of the forest.

Surveying the trees that surrounded the lake, you found that the path through which you’d come had disappeared. There were no multi-colored leaves that exuded magic, just crisp greenery. The cracking of branches sounded from behind you, and you looked across the lake to see the trees tops shaking, a monstrous roar sounding from within. A small sliver of brilliant colors peeked through the far side of the trees, and you smirked at the realization. The monster was the end of the rainbow.

~~~

Vesta was doubled over, hands on her knees as she panted for breath. “Goddess, how and why does she go on these treks? This should be a designated form of torture,” she heaved.

Asterin took deep breaths, opening her canteen as she stood next to Vesta, the two of them at the edge of the jungle. “I don’t know, but if she’s okay, I might kill her for putting us through this.”

Vesta’s head whipped towards Asterin, golden-onyx eyes sparkling with mirth. “You could just tell her how you feel,” she said, smugness radiating in her tone.

“So could you,” Asterin snapped back, huffing as she put her canteen away. “Let’s get going, before nightfall.”

Vesta managed to stand, aching muscles following Asterin closer to the tree line when they heard it. The trees shook with a massive wind, a loud roar bellowing from above, shortly accompanied by the sound of your voice, yelling something unintelligible.

Panic struck the witches, their hearts pounding with worrisome fear as a shadow passed overhead. Daring to look up, they saw the deep purple scales of a wyvern, your broad smile as you sat atop the beast.

Your excitement was palpable as you directed the wyvern towards the ground, Vesta and Asterin nearly losing their balance at the force of the landing. They watched, frozen in shock as you leapt from the beast, hauling your bag over your shoulder as you approached the wyvern’s snout.

“Good girl,” you cooed, scratching the creature’s chin. Striding towards Vesta and Asterin, you dropped the heavy bag to the ground, rubbing your shoulder at the pain from the weight it had been carrying.

“What are you two doing here? You missed me too much after a couple of days?” you teased, your smile quickly fading at their twin looks of confusion.

“A few days? It’s been ten days since you left,” Asterin whispered, her voice shaking. Your stomach dropped, mind reeling as you tried to process her words. “And you have a wyvern?” she gestured to the beast, admirably unflinching at how its wings flared, talons digging into the ground at her movement.

You glanced to the beautiful creature, admiration in your eyes at the marvelous being. “This is Fenrir. I think I’ll keep her,” you explained, giggling as Fenrir brushed her snout against you affectionately. After a moment of charged silence, you continued.

“Fenrir was guarding the Leipreachán’s gold. She was all chained up, poor thing. So she’ll be coming home with us,” you said, almost more to Fenrir than the others.

Asterin charged you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug as she buried her head in your shoulder. “Please never leave for that long again. I don’t think I could bear it,” she sniffled against your skin. You waved Vesta over, the other witch joining the hug.

“We both missed you, too much. I am just glad you are alright,” she breathed. With a smirk, you leaned back from the two of them, walking to where your satchel lay on the ground.

“I’m more than just ‘alright,’” you teased, an arrogant smile on your face as you dumped the pounds of gold from the bag. “Now, let’s fly home.”

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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SFW🌿

⭑ Manon would like to keep it casual at the beginning - not wanting you to feel as if you were important to her.

⭑ And she would see you casually; as you lived in different cities.

⭑ But as time went by, and she interacted with different people. She realised that her feelings for you weren’t temporary.

⭑ However, she didn’t act on them.

⭑ It wasn’t until she saw you bleeding and unconscious in your village one night that her heart froze. What had happened to you? Were you still alive? All these thoughts swarmed her mind as she raced toward you.

⭑ Manon made the relationship ‘official’ by calling you her partner when people asked who you were.

⭑ You didn’t rebutt it; why would you? You secretly wished she would take your relationship seriously. And when she had, it took all your might not to wear a crazy grin.

⭑ Manon is quite tall, so be ready to feel small - I reckon she’d be around 6′2

⭑ She loves it when you brush her hair - but you HAVE to be gentle, otherwise, she’ll hiss at you. And would never ask you to brush it ever again.

⭑ She holds grudges and she’s extremely stubborn. But by being around you, you give her a new way of thinking. A more open mind.

⭑ You’re the only person she will hear reason from - you’re the only opinion that matters

⭑ She likes spending time with you, even though you didn’t think so for a while.

⭑ Manon likes to show you off, she’s very proud to call you her significant other

⭑ She likes to keep a lock of your hair, or a piece of your clothes close to her.

⭑ Manon shows her love through acts of service and gifts

⭑ You would definitely be more into affection than she is. But once she warms up to it, then she’ll kiss you in front of others, hold your hand and wrap you in her arms

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Serious x Joyful

✧ Stoic x Emotional/Wears Emotions On Their Sleeve

✧ Devilish x Flustered Mess

NSFW🔞minors dni! 18+ only

⭑ Manon would definitely be into bloodplay - whether that blood came from your arm, legs, thighs, pussy. The smell sets her skin on fire; it’s like a drug.

⭑ You would absolutely be under her control. Her dominant personality follows her into the bedroom - but on the nights that she wants to be looked after- those are the nights that she is in your mercy.

⭑ She shows how she feels about you with her body. The way she moves against you, rubbing and humping. Letting out small moans, they’re her way of saying ‘I love you.’

⭑ Manon makes sure that both of you have reached orgasm twice before considering it ‘sex’

⭑ She could go for hours

⭑ Your smell is intoxicating to her. Especially when you’re ovulating. When you’re most fertile is when her sex drive is highest

⭑ Manon is able to reach orgasm just by hearing you whimper

⭑ During this age, electronic toys do not exist, but I’m sure dildos in some form do. So Manon would definitely want to use one

⭑ Manon would definitely be open to threesomes ... foursomes ... orgies ... but you HAVE to be near her and eye contact must always be intact

⭑ She loves your thighs, whether they’re big or small - she loves to rub herself against them, grinning devilishly down at you

⭑ “Does this feel good? Tell me it feels good.”

⭑ She likes to come up behind you and yank your hair so you’re looking at her. Her lips collide with yours with so much force that you know they’ll be bruised

⭑ She leaves a lot of scratch marks; on your back, shoulders, ass, thighs etc

⭑ Doesn’t like to be told what to do unless it’s you in the bedroom. She’ll cooperate, only when you show that you mean it. She doesn’t want half-assed attempts

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