#tog headcanons

[queentala]

Fenrys bedroom headcanons

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Oh gods I finally wrote something!!!! 🥳 Ugh, it feels so good. You can see the variety of my emotions while writing those headcanons, going from poetic, through obsessed, to being absolutely done, and then to feeling cute. And also great shout out to @juulle987 that gave me some ideas, kept me motivated and entertained today. This post is dedicated to you, baby ❤️ Anyway, I hope you enjoy this 🥰

Words: slightly over 3k

Warnings: no spoilers wanted so just be aware of a lot of nsfw content

Even though the smart mouth, charming smile, effortless way of being, or simply the pretty face, might cause various spicy inklings and rumors about the White Wolf's abilities in bedroom, (which, pretty much always are at least partially accurate), there is a lot more than just youngish yearning and playfulness underneath his skin. After all, many might know that the beautiful warrior had his persistent spot in Queen Maeve's bed, only few, however, that he did not cherish this "privilege", as she called it.

There is just… so much darkness in Fenrys' soul, that it is impossible to save any aspect of his life from the pain it brings, especially when the said aspect is directly connected to the source of his trauma. 

So no, Fenrys is not the always horny and kinky sex god we make him out to be. 

Okay he is. 

But at least not at the beginning, or even the halfway of the long journey of trying to overcome the demons that haunt him. 

It's going to take a while for him to open up. To trust you. 

Now, most of sa victims are not fond of touch, which is understandable as it triggers the bad memories. But I do think Fenrys would very much need and crave physical contact with his mate/beloved. Especially the soft and comforting type, the one that resumes him that he is loved and sets his skin on fire at the same time. 

It's just that with Maeve he didn't get to experience the featherlike softness which every lover's fingers should have, nor the addicting feeling of trying to grasp as much of each other as possible. And when he finally does, it's like a painkiller for his soul. 

Believe me when I say that Fenrys cannot get enough of your hands in his hair, chests pressed against each other, legs tangled under the sheets… It's not the verbal yes that he gives you when you take off his shirt, but the way he's pressing his cheek into your palm as you caress his face that keeps you going. He's not good with words. How could he when there's a lump in his throat as emotion overtake his ability to make a sound? So instead he lets his body speak. 

At first the sex is soft and intense, full of small gasps, long kisses and sweet words whispered against each other's skin. It's more about just being close to each other than the actual pleasure; the beautiful feeling of getting lost in each other, feeling of security sugared with the bliss caused and boosted by every stroke against the most intimate parts belonging only to the two of you. 

Holding hands also appears to be an important deal for Fenrys; a physical visualization of the trust and safety he feels while in your presence. It definitely adds intimacy, which he very much craves, to the moment and overall is a really sweet gesture that just naturally feels right. 

He always finds a way to connect your palms, no matter the position he has you in, and not even once it failed to work as the motion always turns out sweet, sexy or goofy and either way it's just amazing. 

And even decades into your relationship, when his trauma is just a blurry memory appearing in his nightmares from time to time, holding hands is as important as it was at the beginning of your shared journey. 

Another form of intimacy that Fenrys adores, is morning, cuddly sex. Or in general just cuddly, sleepy sex as we know this guy likes to take a nap during the day. 

It's slow and sloppy, with eyes still closed and face buried in each other's chest or neck, warm covers enveloping and keeping you safe in the small bubble of just you two, free from all the worries of the day. 

It is such a wholesome moment that lets you be close even in the most vulnerable state, plus the atmosphere is so sweet and cozy… Oh and I just know that Fenrys gets all sensitive then, too lost in the feeling to even care and keep the veneer of having some control over his body. 

He. Is. Such. A. Moaner.

Fenrys is vocal, never even trying to muffle the sounds YOU'RE pulling out of him. It feels so divine, so why would he keep it to himself? 

At first it's low grunts and hisses, slipping out of his mouth mindlessly as you clutch him so tightly and good, slowly turning into moans, each louder than the previous one, more desperate, as he's nearing his release. The sweet noises falling right into your ear, broken from time to time by a curse when the pleasure gets overwhelming. 

Now keep in mind that all this happens when he's the one on top, so when he's trying to keep himself together. 

I don't think Fenrys would be into the dom/sub dynamics due to his trauma; neither being at someone's mercy nor having someone absolutely helpless underneath really appeals to him. However, the top/bottom thing absolutely does appear in your bedroom. 

Being under Maeve's command for a century, it's rather reasonable that Fenrys would like to be a top and have control over the situation. (I even had a discussion with someone about this on my blog if you'd like to read more into it.) So while neither of you have more or less power over the other during sex, most of the time it's Fenrys that initiate, choose and control things. 

However, I'm a firm believer that Fenrys is a switch.

So with the right person and after the right amount of time, he would give up the control without any worries. And that's when you meet his absolutely new side. 

Like I already hinted, Fenrys gets sensitive and it doesn't take much for him to fall apart. Whether you're riding him, or working your hand or mouth along his length, his moans always somehow get louder and more desperate. 

And oh boy, try to edge him a little bit, and you get two outcomes.

One: you just turned on his playful mode and now he's going to pay you back with twice as much.

Two: he's falling into total submission and gets all whiny, begging you to let him cum because your hand on him feels so good and he can't take it anymore, but you keep teasing him, telling him that only good puppies get to cum and I'm jqhwjhwj 🥴😩

But anyway, back to playful Fenrys.

Of course having so many bad memories with sex, he tries his best to make it as pleasurable and comfortable experience as possible, both for you and him. 

And you know Fenrys, always with mischief in his eye and snarky comments ready for any occasion… I'm afraid his attitude in the bedroom doesn't differ too much. 

He is definitely the type of person to crack the most random joke in the middle of the fun, or stop and collapse into giggles at the weird sound either of you made or when the new position doesn't work quite like it should. 

Do I even have to mention all the dirty jokes he'd come up with? And you know it's not only you that hears them but the whole court. I swear everybody is so effin fed up with them yet it seems like Fenrys, the unbothered king of annoying his decayed ex comrades, comes up with a new joke every time he cums. 

(which is a lot cause the boy's sensitive as fuck but about that later)

He calls you his muse at this point as you're the reason behind most of them.

And if you can imagine Fenrys being playful during sex, then imagine what happens before. Because half of the time it's the tickling sessions that get you into the bedroom, starting as harmless fun and ending up with clothes scattered on the floor and sheets that definitely need to be changed after you're done. 

However I would be surprised hadn't it worked the other way around as well, as if you don't see lighthearted sex with Fenrys turning into a tickling fight then you clearly don't know him. 

Since we're talking about getting started… Fenrys loves you and sex with you, and ya know, you're not just some lover but his beloved, a person truly dear to him. So most of the time he'd want to do everything properly. That's why I dare say he is the king of foreplay. 

Fenrys knows perfectly how to get you into the mood, whether it be more giggly or sexy. He knows all your sensitive places, knows where to kiss and where to bite, what turns you on. 

Of course he enjoys quickies as well, every moment with (in) you is priceless. But why would he narrow himself to doing the bare minimum before entering you when he could have you squirting and begging for his cock?

I already said it in my previous headcanons, and Fenrys said it himself; his tongue is his best feature. So who am I to argue with him? 

This man. Is so fucking amazing at oral, that there's no enough words in the world to describe it. 

He just loves eating you out; love your taste, love the way you're arching and love the sound of your moans. He can spend hours, (and I really do believe I'm not overreacting), slowly drawing his tongue up and down your entrance, eyes closed in pleasure at the way your arousal feels on his lips. 

He absolutely outdoes himself in those moments, making sure no inch of yours is left without his attention. Kissing the soft flesh of your thighs, palms exploring the well known shape of your hips and waist as he fucks you little cunt; switching between your hole and clit, treating one with his lips while his fingers take care of the other. 

Start pulling at his hair and it only keeps him going. 

Just the sight of you falling apart under his touch is enough to leave him hard and ready. (Although, am I the only one that thinks he could cum by just eating you out…? He defo could, couldn't he?)

And just as much as he loves giving, he loves receiving. I already said that Fenrys gets whiny and sensitive when you're on your knees. He'd definitely fist your hair and watch in awe with mouth slightly open how you take his length, too hipnotised by the sight to be aware of the way his body reacts or the sounds slipping from between his lips.

He can hold himself for a pretty long time, but I do believe he wouldn't have any problems with cumming within minutes, especially when you're the one working on him. 

Fenrys might not be the horniest person at the beginning. Like I already said, demons of the past do take a toll on him. But as the years pass by, and with your love that makes him stronger with each day, I think I can say this guy is very much able to find any excuse to have sex. 

Whether it be a few minutes break before one meeting and another, an especially colder day, or just a very beautiful night, Fenrys can and will try to get you to bed as often as possible. 

Oh and I bet he wakes up with a boner almost every morning. Don't ask me why because I don't know, it's just a feeling that he does. What I know, though, is that there's no way he'd handle it himself when you're laying by his side 😏. 

There are three ways to solve this and he's not going to complain either way. 

Feeling comfortable, Fenrys is the first one to experiment and try new things. As long as it doesn't harm either of you, and doesn't trigger any bad memories, he's down for whatever you propose. 

After all, sex is all about fun and pleasure, so why not find as many ways to do so as possible? 

Actually the only things that he is strongly against would be degrading and bondage, besides that he's willing to give everything else a try.

Those that read my previous headcanons will most likely recall the fabulous white, fluffy tail plug and wolf/dog ears to match. 

And as much as I consider my previous hcs a disaster, this is something I stand my ground on. What's more, I do believe Fenrys would be absolutely and thoroughly into roleplays and dressing ups. AND I DARE YOU TO TELL ME I'M WRONG. You can't. 

It's sexy and goofy at the same time, and given that these two adjectives are literally Fenrys' life motto…

He'd love to have you in doggy as you wear the plug, or even more, pressed against the kitchen counter as you decided to wear it (only it) while making him breakfast. Or when you ride him wearing a sexy cowgirl outfit, bouncing on his cock with tits falling out of the tight unbuttoned shirt, tied under your breast. Would he chase you with a lasso through the house before that? You already know the answer. 

And do I even have to mention Fenrys in the play boy or maid costume?

This man is such a teaser. It goes all the way from leaving small kisses and little touches all over your body for the whole day, to purposely slowing down the peace of his thrusts. 

He'd also strip for you. Painfully slowly taking off each piece of clothing as you watch him with lips watering (I'm talking about both types 👀). And had you shown any type of impatience, he would turn it against you and call you desperate for him, as if he's not taking so long for this exact purpose. 

But when Fenrys finally does crawl his naked frame over you, he makes sure to make all this waiting worth it. He worships you like no one else ever could, touching and kissing every inch of skin he can find, devouring the sight below him with eyes blown with desire, words of admiration slipping out of his mouth like sparks out of bonfire. 

Words might not hold such powerful meaning as actions, but it doesn't make them any less important for Fenrys. Not only does he use every chance he gets to compliment you, more than once not even realizing it, smothering you with praises and pet names whether it be in lovesick awe or overwhelmed with pleasure, but craves to hear those sweet words fall from your mouth directed to him.

He seeks your attention and admiration like a puppy, melting in your palms as you pamper him with love. 

My man is not big on sharing. Even though I'd love to believe that he agrees to bring another person to your bedroom from time to time, especially a man as I whole believe that he is bisexual, I think it would be rather a rarity. Well, he's not interested in other women when you're the only one he needs and wants, and also it would take a lot of time and reassurance for him to share you with another man. But once you talk it through… Dorian would be more than willing, that's for sure. 

Oh, I had some trouble deciding whether he is a boobs or ass guy, and Julle solved within seconds saying that he's both. And yeah, I do see that. 

Fenrys would love sleeping with his face in your breasts, or play with them as you're laying in bed with a book, not paying attention to him so he has to entertain himself. And he loves sucking at your titties, trying to get you to orgasm just by that. 

But at the same time he would waste no opportunity to slap your butt as he walks past or fucking you from behind. Nor would he complain as you sit on his face with full weight. 

Ah and how could I forget? What's a better way to worship your pussy than filling it with cum? Watching his cock slide out white from how full of him you are, seeing his seed leak out and drip down your thighs? 

You know he's trying to put as many puppies in you as he can. 

And as a cherry on top I can offer you naked domestic Fenrys. It is a good thing that he's comfortable, of course it is, however, once he does, he doesn't differ much from a toddler. Run after him with pants all you want, he's not going to put them on, parading through the whole house in all the glory. 

But honestly? Is it so bad? I mean, people pay big money for less effective views, so I wouldn't complain and feast my eyes all I can. 

In this long as toilet paper essay, we came to the conclusion that sex with Fenrys can be sexy, funny, intense, loving and hundreds of other kinds. But what is one thing that they all have in common? ✨ Aftercare ✨ (you can see I'm losing my shit here? Sorry, I'm just tired, maybe I'll rewrite this part tomorrow)

After the fun is over, no matter how long or hard it was, Fenrys will always make sure you're okay before doing anything else. It is his priority to help you come down after your high, asking if you need anything whether it be water, a helpful hand in getting cleaned, a bath or simply snuggles. 

And though he'd never expect from you anything you cannot give, it makes his heart flutter when you do the same thing for him. So maybe ask if he's okay, or play with his hair as he's falling asleep, whispering praises against his forehead, and it would definitely make him happier. 

Fenrys is an amazing lover, thoughtful and passionate, open minded and big on boundaries. He can offer you the whole world and crawl out of his skin to bring you pleasure, and still stop without a second thought when you say no. And he does expect the same thing from you.

Because at the end of the day, consent is the sexiest thing you can give him.

#fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys #throne of glass #tog headcanons #tog imagines #tog smut #tog #throne of glass imagines

[shadowdaddies]

It seems I'm going everywhere this spring. May I suggest some road trip headcannons from the TOG and/or ACOTARs group?

(whichever you prefer I love them all)

I'm so jealous, I need a trip lol. I went with TOG for this because they'd be so iconic to roadtrip with imo

Throne of Glass Roadtrip Headcanons

• Aelin plans the trip and insists on driving, only because she lied about where y’all are going and wants to surprise everyone

• She also only packed wine and chocolate for snacks

• Lorcan has packed enough to compensate for everything Aelin didn’t pack (and more)

• Aelin didn’t book a hotel or anywhere to stay, but you’ll be fine because she “knows a guy” literally everywhere you go

• Rowan is riding shotgun at first, but he keeps trying to give Aelin directions with Google Maps so she makes him switch seats with Fenrys

• Fenrys is moved up to shotgun for his superior DJ skills, which even get Manon singing along

• Rowan is frustrated at first that he got moved to the backseat, but eventually gives up and falls asleep for the rest of the ride

• Dorian is watching TikToks on his phone way too loud and showing you all of the funniest ones (he’ll eventually run out of battery and realize he forgot a charger. Manon has one but lies and says she doesn’t so that she doesn’t have to listen to it anymore)

• Aedion starts complaining that snacks aren’t sufficient and we need to stop for real food, and Gavriel agrees

• Manon finds a Waffle House on the route and Aelin agrees to stop there, but Dorian and Lysandra want to go somewhere nicer to eat (they’re overruled)

• Aelin and/or Manon start a fight at Waffle House (but Lysandra is the one who kicks ass)

• You arrive at Aelin’s friend’s house where you are all staying, and it’s way nicer than you all expected

• Lorcan doesn’t trust it and says he won’t stay there, until Elide convinces him it’ll be fine

• It would be the nicest vacation you’d ever been on, and it’s really best if you don't ask Aelin questions about how she pulled it off

#throne of glass #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass headcanons #aelin galathynius #tog imagine #rowan whitethorn #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #fenrys moonbeam #tog #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass x you #aelin throne of glass #lorcan salvaterre #elide lochan #lorcan throne of glass #gavriel throne of glass #throne of glass au #tog series #tog headcanons #aelin ashryver galathynius #aedion ashryver #lysandra ennar

[astrabear]

Andromache is a Greek name, and Andy predated the Scythians by thousands of years. Also "Andromache" means "fighter of men" and the Scythians were famous for their mounted warriors.

So I imagine Lykon dying and reviving and dreaming of these ferocious women, for decades, and of course he needs to call them something even if it's just in his own head, so one of them becomes "Andromache the Scythian" because have you seen her? And then they all finally meet and have a good laugh about it and he and Quynh start calling her Andromache as a joke, and then it becomes a habit, and you know she really kind of likes it, and then Lykon dies, which wasn't supposed to be possible, and she stays Andromache the Scythian because that means he's still part of the team, even the new ones who never met him will carry him with them.

(Now, you might very well ask, why does Lykon name her in Greek? I am working on a headcanon for that as well, one that is at least vaguely historically plausible, because some of us actually know how to use Wikipedia, Greg.)

(Quynh is the only other person in the world who knows Andy's original name. When Andy realizes she's mortal again, she thinks about how it'll be after she dies, no one remembering who she was so long ago, just Quynh screaming her name at the bottom of the ocean with no one to hear.)

#the old guard #andromache the scythian #lykon #quynh #tog headcanons

[non-un-topo]

Thinking about the sniper duo

#tog #the old guard #siggy draws #quynh #nicolo di genova #the old gays #genuinely they're all i can think about this week #what are they running from / shooting at?? idk they probably fucked up sdfghfds #the headcanon is: when you put these two together they have a lot of fun but they're a DISASTER. #here's a story: some rich man saw quynh and immediately decided she was going to be his wife #and ofc quynh had issues with this and wanted to smack the shit out of this guy right away. #which she did. which escalated into a duel of sorts. nicolo is just there on the side like 'oh shit'. #either quynh was in disguise or she was forced to wear the dress. either way she is Not happy about it. #cue little brother who can lift his own weight and sprint to the rescue #maybe i should make this into a fic omg #can you fucking tell i started this by listening to anime osts ended it with disney songs

[offtorivendell]

No but imagine, Elain - who we know goes to the Palace of Bone and Salt (ACOSF, chapter 17) - accidentally bought black salt. The first time.

Or maybe the House of Wind gave it to her when she was visiting and needed salt one time, it doesn't matter.

But after that, she learnt (as @wingedblooms has theorised) how to commune with a certain, princely feline whom I suspect may be hanging around the House of Wind library. So of course she keeps a small pot of it by the kettle, because nobody besides her (and Nuala and Cerridwen, but they know what it is) use the kitchen, so she can throw it in her tea as required for a little "trip."

Enter Cassian:

"Elain, what are you cooking there? It smells delicious." An exaggerated sniff followed his remark.

"Cat food," Elain replied dreamily.

"When did you get a cat?" Elain often appeared to be off in her own world, so Cassian wouldn't put it past her to get a cat and not mention it.

"Oh, I didn't," Elain replied, as she walked out into the sunny terrace garden, herb basket on her hip.

Cassian: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Or:

Elain had invited Nesta and Cassian over to the townhouse for dinner one night, when Feyre and Rhys were off on official court duty (ie. a family getaway to the cabin, to introduce Nyx to the wonders of snow). Cassian bullied Azriel into tagging along, and because Rhys wouldn't be there, he agreed.

Elain was making a hearty beef stew, with a side of freshly baked bread; the perfect meal for a chilly winter's eve. It had been simmering over the fire long before dusk had threatened to consume the sky, and she had finished seasoning it - even adding a little extra pepper, just for Cassian - moments before Nesta had knocked upon the roof-top door.

It smelt delicious, she couldn't wait to tuck in.

Thirty minutes later, they were sitting down to eat. Cassian shoveled some bread in his mouth as Nesta buttered her roll. Azriel had taken a polite mouthful of stew just as Elain - hungry after a long day in her potting shed and cooking - took a heaped spoon that would have made their mother faint from shock.

The stew was overly salted. Badly. How on earth?

Elain swallowed her mouthful and said, "I'm so sorry, something has happened to the stew. It appears I've put too much salt in it. Hang on and I'll heat up something from the ice box." She started to stand.

Azriel was wearing a funny expression... How mortifying. For him, of all people—her head started to spin with the shame of it.

Averting her eyes, Elain noticed that Cassian was looking incredibly guilty. Her focus narrowed over the roar threatening to consume her, and she was no longer sure it was entirely due to the people pleasing habit that had been forced upon her from childhood.

"What did you do?" Calm, stay calm.

"I, ahh, added some of that finely ground pepper you've got. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."

"That wasn't pepper." Darkness was creeping into the edges of her vision, her fear all but confirmed, as she warned, "Do not eat the stew, I'll be back in an hour at the most." Azriel had already slumped back into his chair, eyes closed. Oh gods, how would she explain this to him?

Elain closed her eyes and let the darkness take her, opening them to Azriel, dagger at the ready, facing down a fluffy white cat, fur and whiskers abristle, blue eyes wide. If she wasn't so mortified she'd have laughed at the absurd picture they made. Oh well, no time like the present.

"Azriel," she said, standing up tall. "Meet Aidas, the Prince of the Chasm."

This post was brought to you by the ramblings of @cassianfanclub, @psychologynerd and myself. I still haven't finished HOFAS lol - I'm on chapter 75 🐢 - so I could be way off, but this is really just for laughs.

#elain archeron #acotar cc tog crossover theory #elain archeron theory #elain's powers #the people's princess of hel #black salt #aidas #prince of the chasm #apollion #prince of the pit #thanatos #prince of the ravine #azriel shadowsinger #cassian acotar #hofas spoilers #hosab spoilers #acotar headcanon #acotar theory #elain archeron headcanon #pro elain #elaidas

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Lorcan's young daughter seeing him come back home and she squeals, "Papa!" while sprinting towards him and hugging his leg and saying into his pants, "I wuv u Papa!" Lorcan then lifts his daughter and twirls her around while she giggles and real joy shines in Lorcan's face because for the first time in his life, he is truly happy. And Elide is just watching the scene silently, beaming at her husband and how handsome he looks when he's truly happy.

#lorcan salvaterre #lord lorcan lochan #elide lochan #elorcan #elorcan trash #girl dad #headcanon #tog headcanon

[harperbrynne]

Multiverse theory/headcanon:

#rowan whitethorn #i want to see him absolutely spill the beans about everyone #sjm multiverse #acotar theory #acotar headcanon #acotar thoughts #helion spell cleaver #helion acotar #lucien spell cleaver #lucien acotar #morrigan acotar #mor acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #a court of silver flames #tog series #throne of glass series #tog spoilers #throne of glass

[icey--stars]

ACOTAR and TOG males in Corsets/Vests (Headcanons)

The High Lords of Prythian + 2 more ACOTAR males and then Rowan and Fenrys from TOG.

I think my self control just went down the hill because now I'm on pinterest looking at men in corsets and imagining which acotar/tog male would wear which. As well as vests (I have an addiction). So far I've come to the following conclusions: (doesn't include cass and az because I literally only see them wearing leathers/more formal leathers, not really a corset/vest. MAYBE az, but only for eris.)

If you want to see my lack of self control, feel free to look lol

Rhysand:

Would be so good looking in a corset. (However, Lucien, Thesan and Tarquin would be slightly better). However, I have to say that he'd probably be better looking in a vest than a corset 🫣 The purple one would match his eyes and well... his eyes happen to be one of my favorite physical characteristics of him.

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Helion:

THIS male. Oh lordy. He'd ROCK a corset like none other and honestly, he's never going to wear a vest. I don't see him doing it. He'd wear the traditional Day Court robes but then he'd one day just walk out in the gold chains (far right) and everyone would not be able to take their eyes off him. And the gold?? The gold fits too well with his dark skin. I am UNWELL.

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Lucien Vanserra:

I am panting after this male so badly. He would be the best looking in a corset, absolutely no competition. He would have everyone drooling over him and THEN he'd just pop out in a vest and it'd be the same. He looks way too good in either. He looks good in like every court's style too! I just can't with him. I could put him in any of the corsets on this post and he'd look FABULOUS.

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Thesan:

Would absolutely have his lover panting after him in either a corset or vest. I like to imagine Dawn Court fashion with like soft yellows and oranges along with creams and browns?? I think that the first corset fits the best into that. But do I really need to say more? With his skin tone (a more asian one, darker. definitely not white at all) he would look HEAVENLY.

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Kallias:

Would look best in a vest, BUT if anyone is going to look ANY good in a dark blue/white corset, it's definitely Kallias. Now, the middle one wouldn't be paired with black of course, but he'd look DAMN GOOD in it. Am I going insane? Probably.

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Tarquin:

This male would canonically wear corsets daily. The vest just doesn't do it for him. Sure, he looks amazing but it's also too warm in Summer to wear it! He'd be wearing the corset with nothing under it (or for court proceedings, a white dress shirt) but literally- he'd look so hot. Thus far, the rankings for corsets are: Lucien, Tarquin, Thesan, Helion and then Rhys. Everyone else is irrelevant.

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Eris Vanserra:

We are going to skip Beron, I'm sorry. If you can't tell by the number of times I've ruthlessly had Beron killed in my fics, then you should know I hate him.

So, Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court is definitely someone who I'd rather see in a vest. But a corset? If he finds the right one, he'd look damn good. Just like his little brother. Though, I feel like he'd be so tired after ruling Autumn that he'd wear it mostly to help his posture lol

However, when he's not tired and wears a vest, he'd look like a god incarnate and I'd get down on my knees to worship the ground he walks on.

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Tamlin:

We believe in Tamlin in vests around these parts. (and forgiveness, but that's not what these weird headcanons are about) He'd be drool worthy. His hair?? PERFECT to match the first vest or the corset. I swear, he'd look so good that I'd be panting if he walked by me.

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Rowan Whitethorn:

Rowan? Rowan would wear a corset and have Aelin panting after him the entire day and absolutely nobody would be able to focus that day. Like literally, if you even get a glance, your mind is BROKEN. I would personally just get down on my knees and beg. I don't know about you guys, but if I imagine his tattoo as well, it only serves to make it worse. And a vest?? If you imagine the right with the green and then a more silver color... yeah, I think you get the point. Rowan is drool worthy ALWAYS.

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Fenrys Moonbeam

Do I really even need to say anything?? DO I? Fenrys. Corset. I am melting. He could fit into so many colors and styles and look amazing? I'm not even going to provide a vest picture because any fancy ones that I look up would automatically look good on him. His onyx dark eyes just make it easier!!

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Okay... well that was longer than anticipated but I hope you all enjoyed those thoughts. I think I've gone feral by looking at all these images and imagining the acotar/tog men in corsets.

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Make me your dumb little kitten

Gods, writing this was a fucking torture but! finally, the most awaited moment since the very beginning of this account: Fenrys smut. With special dedication for all those 28 people that asked for it. (pls don't hate me for ignoring your requests for so long, I seriously can't write smut for shit)

And now I should probably start my Gavriel smut...

You can pray for me.

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Summary: Fenrys taking your virginity

Words: 7865 (I have no fucking idea how but I'm not complaining)

Warnings: soft dom Fenrys, sex, dirty talk, swearing, fingering, oral (female receiving), praise kink, slight size kink?, Fenrys being cutie and I think that's it

The clock pointed almost three in the morning. The whole castle was sound asleep, corridors engulfed in stunning silence as not even cats wanted to leave their warm hideaways to wander through this cold, winter night. If now one looked at a great, stone castle from a distance, he might have think that it is abandoned if not faint, golden glow in only few windows of the highest tower.

Despite the grim atmosphere around them, lazy smiles decorated both Faes' faces as each of them was engrossed in their work. The fire in the fireplace faded slowly and the clock chimed the full hour when Fenrys finally put his papers away, stretching and announcing that he's done for tonight. Tearing your gaze away from the documents you were reading you smirked gently at the male laying across the bed with one arm flung over his onyx eyes. "Go take a bath then and jump under the covers" you said from where you were sitting against the headboard "I'm ready and waiting for my cuddles." You already took a bath before getting to work so now you were in your boyfriend's shirt which you of course had stolen and only panties underneath as you knew how much Fenrys drooled at the sight of your bare legs.

White Wolf chuckled quietly, even after three months of dating, and even more of friendship, the sound made your belly erupt with butterflies, his broad chest moving as he inhaled deeply and then exhaled. "Too tired" he mumbled with eyes closed at what you stretched your one leg forward and poked him in the ribs. Fenrys only gripped your ankle and turned over on his side, lying his head on your foot and nuzzling his face into your soft skin. The sight made your heart flutter but you knew if he won't go now, he won't go at all. Shaking your foot from under your boyfriend you poked his cheek with your big toe. "Bath. Now."

You rolled your eyes at Fenrys' childish behavior when dissatisfied whine left his mouth in answer. Deciding to let go your eyes once more wandered to the papers in your hands and you exhaled through your nose at the amount of work you still had to do. Despite the late hour you weren't really tired but the arduous perusing boring papers wasn't the way you wished to spend your night.

"Ready for cuddles, hm?" mocked your boyfriend cracking onyx eye open to look at your face decorated with grimace.

"I'll be done by the time you bathe, slob" you mocked back at what Fenrys huffed and nuzzled his face into you foot once again. His lips curved up in a smirk as if he was plotting something. You were curious but decided to wait patiently, both of you stayed like this for few minutes, enjoying the relaxing silence of winter night. That was until Fenrys shifted on the bed and you felt soft lips placing gentle kisses on your ankle, slowly heading up.

"Maybe just put those papers away, princess" murmured Fenrys against your calf, his lips like a ray of summer sunshine on your bare skin.

You perfectly knew what he wanted. Fenrys was making it quite obvious since the war ended, never even trying to hide his gaze full of lust or playful smirks that made your thighs squeeze, letting you know how much he can't wait to have you in bed for the first time. You yearned him too. From the moment you two kissed for the first time you wondered how would it be to have those lips tasting you elsewhere. How would it be to taste him elsewhere, everywhere. Yet... There was this one, tiny problem. You had zero experience when it came to those things. And this freaked you out. Fenrys was over century old sex god that had in his bed hundreds of sex goddesses, and still he choose you, Fae in her twenties that looks and acts as if she was one of those women that drive men crazy in bed but in reality has never been touched in those places. Fenrys choose to spend his WHOLE life with you, calling you his mate, his one for the eternity... but what if he'd be disappointed? You couldn't get rid of the thought that he might expect woman with skills of courtesan that will take him to bed and send him to paradise. That if you tell him the truth he'd back out, not wanting to have shitty sexlife to the end of his days.

Luckily for you since the great victory everyone were too busy with getting everything back to normal to even sleep so neither of you had enough time for one another. At least not enough to spend the night properly as Fenrys wasn't interested in quickie being your first time together. So you kept torturing yourself, wanting to feel every piece of your mate against your skin but also avoiding him in every situation that might lead the two of you to bed, still trying to figure out the best solution for this situation that, unfortunately, probably doesn't exist.

Moving your free leg you put your toes against your boyfriend's forehead and pushed him away gently before his lips could reach any higher than your knee. "I thought you were too tired?" you asked with small smirk, hoping that playful tone wouldn't rise any suspicions in him.

"Hm, I think I could find enough energy for some activities..." He gripped your ankle firmly and started trailing kisses up your other leg. Yeah, sure, your playful tone only encouraged him more. It's Fenrys after all.

Your breath got stuck in your chest when Fenrys licked long stripe on your soft skin, leaving wet track before moving past your knee to the inside of your thigh. Shaky moan left your mouth, head falling back against the headboard when Fenrys dug his canines into your flesh, kissing fresh wound and lapping at your blood by turns. The look on his face told you this little motherfucker enjoyed every single second like never before. You could feel yourself getting wet and clearly your mate could smell it as he moved higher with pleasured hum. His boldness both attracted and scared you at once. His arm hooked under your other leg, broad hand slowly stroked your thigh, from time to time reaching your ass "by accident" while he kept his lips stuck to your skin.

Absentminded quiet moans left your mouth one by one, eyes closed as you enjoyed your mate's caress, your body was melting under his touch and both of you got caught up in a moment, letting your desires lead you and not quite realizing where it is going. It all died when you felt Fenrys' nose pressing gently against your panties.

Your eyes shot open, straightening yourself you yanked out from Fenrys' touch jumping on the other side of the bed, papers you had in hand laid on the floor, long forgotten. Only the loss of his touch made you aware of how soaked you were.

"Y/N?" Fenrys also straightened himself, concern and fear was written on his face with big, fat letters. He was caught off the guard, analyzing his every move that might get you uncomfortable. You could see that he regrets going this far without your verbal permission.

"I-" What were you supposed to do? A good girlfriend probably should now throw herself at him for a heated kiss, rip off her shirt and take off his pants and make love with him till they can't anymore, but... you weren't this girlfriend.

Instead, you jumped off the bed, ready to jump out of the window if it would be the only way to hide the furious blush that covered now your whole face, painting red your cheeks and ears. Fenrys was faster though. Broad hands clasped themselves firmly on your waist and threw you back on the sheets, right under your mate. He stared at your face with worried eyes, his forearms caged your head between them, forcing you to look at him back.

"Darling, I am so, so sorry for invading your private space without clear permission, and I truly apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable, but please, Y/N, I beg you, don't run away from me." His voice was almost desperate, his eyes looked as if in a moment tears would start falling from them. "Don't leave me here alone, wondering if you'll come back to me or if I have lost your trust. Wondering how to fix it. Please, princess, stop running away and start talking with me." His voice moved something in you, few tears ran down your cheeks. Putting your hands against your mate's cheeks, you brought him closer and connected your foreheads. He moved his rough palm to the side of your face, caressing it gently with his thumb.

"I love you Fenrys," you whispered, "you're the best thing that happened in my life. I'm sorry for running away. I am just so scared to fuck things up."

"Tell me what's wrong, my love." He kissed your nose and slightly pulled away to look at you, his body still towered over yours but instead of feeling trapped you felt protected.

"Well..." You could feel your cheeks getting redder under Fenrys' gaze with every second. "You see, when I was a teenager, my parents were very, very strict. To the point where I wasn't allowed to hang out with boys and I have nev..." For a few heartbeats you wondered how to put this into words. "When magic disappeared and this... everything happened and I got stuck in my animal form for over ten years I was eighteen." Your mate's black eyes studied your every facial expression with swither but also curiosity, he analyzed your each word with a frown, trying to riddle where you're going.

Taking deep breath and shifting your gaze at the ceiling, you continued "Having sex in an animal form wasn't really on my to do list, you know," you chuckled nervously, "and when magic came back this whole shit with war started and there wasn't really time or even any right person and somehow..." Each word falling out of your mouth came out faster, chest moving heavily and heart racing.

"Y/N." Fenrys gripped your chin and gently turned your face so you could look at him. Never in your life you have felt more nervous, especially in his presence. Seeing that Fenrys tucked strand of your hair behind your pointed ear and ran his knuckles down your cheek lovingly. His voice was quiet and calm when he asked "Kitten, are you a virgin?"

One of your canines bit into your lower lip when you nodded shyly. If he was surprised, he didn't let it show. Corner of Fenrys' mouth lifted, behind his onyx eyes laid gentles, understanding but also something else, something more like... pride? Excitement? You couldn't name it but to your relief, it definitely wasn't disappointment.

"You're my mate, Y/N, and I love you with my whole heart. I don't mind at all that you don't have experience in bedroom. And I won't hold a grudge against you if want someone else to be your first time. I would never force you into anything, I hope you know that."

You nodded, your shiny eyes caught his black irises, looking deep into his soul, "I want this to be you, Fenrys. I trust you with my whole being," your words were nothing more than a whisper but Fenrys heard every single one clearly as if you had yelled them into his ear. A smile so gentle appeared on his lips that you could do nothing more than to smile yourself, wondering what have you done to deserve being looked at with so much love.

"So..." something like tickling ran between your thighs at the sound of your mate's voice dropping an octave down, his thumb ran across your lips curved in small smile, "no one has ever touched you in a way that brings pleasure?" The way Fenrys carefully chose his words threw you off a little but you still shook your head in confirmation. "No."

"But, have you ever touched yourself, kitten?" Your eyes widened at Fenrys' words. You were taken aback, most definitely not expecting this kind of question.

"Well, I- I've tried to touch myself few times but it was never enough to bring me release. It was as if something was always missing." Your voice got quieter, eyes shifting somewhere else under Fenrys' playful gaze. His head dipped to your neck and all the stress left your body when you felt his lips leaving soft kisses on your delicate flesh. He moved slowly, lazily, his hands started caressing your sides, playfully sliding under the hem of your (his) shirt.

"Show me" he whispered and then placed a kiss behind your ear.

"What?" Your head spun to the side with surprise and Fenrys pulled away slightly, looking you deep in the eyes. "Show me how you touch yourself, love."

You swallowed hard, knots tying up in your throat. You were nervous, but the burning feeling between your legs couldn't be ignored any longer. Your fingers moved to your shirt, shakily undoing the buttons. Your eyes were still fixed on Fenrys, his face showing pure love and gentleness yet you didn't missed the desire hiding in his gaze. Only when you finished with the last button, and your hands shyly shifted the white material from your chest, exposing your bare breasts for him, Fenrys looked down. His eyes darkened at the sight of your hard nipples, his hand moved to your waist but stayed there, not daring to move any further.

Biting your lower lip you moved your hands to the black material of your panties. Now or never. With one move you slid them down and threw somewhere to the side. So there you laid. All naked under your mate, your arousal filling the chamber. With his body still towering over yours, you nestled yourself better on the pillows and spread your legs. Fenrys swore under his breath but his black with desire eyes wandered back to connect with yours.

"You're the most beautiful person in this universe." He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours, goosebumps appeared on your skin at the feeling of his warm breath on your cheek. "I love you so, so much."

"I love you too," you breathed.

"Are you sure, darling?" How could you be not? The answer was oblivious, you wanted this every night since last three months. You desired him just as he desired you, and now when your doubts and fears were allayed... "Yes. I do want this." The matting bond danced happily, as if it has been waiting for this moment eagerly.

Fenrys not needing any more reassurances pushed his mouth onto yours like he did every day, yet this time was supposed to be different. Your hands wrapped themselves around Fenrys' neck, your fingers tangling into the golden hair, soft as Spidersilk. Strong, calloused hands gripped your waist tighter, finally begging their travel up your body, roaming over the softness of your stomach, analyzing and remembering every inch of your skin. Muffled moan left your mouth when his rough palm cupped one of your breasts, his thumb playing with your nipple.

"C'mon, kitten," his lips moved to your jaw, leaving wet trail of kisses leading to your neck, "do it for me."

Your heartbeat quickened when you shifted your palm down your stomach and between your spread thighs, your cheeks burning furiously, small gasp escaped your mouth as you brushed your clit, the little bundle of nerves reacting immediately. Fenrys was biting his fangs into your neck but his eyes stayed glued to your fingers that played with your entrance and clit for few minutes, warming up and collecting some of the wetness before disappearing between your folds.

Quiet whine was all your reaction as you started moving two fingers in and out of your pussy, massaging your inside walls with fingertips in search of this spot that made your legs shake. Your mate was doing his best to help you, his tongue already found all the sensitive places on your neck and started decorating them with purple-red marks, his broad palms never stopped playing with your breasts but still, not even a hint of the knot tying up in your lower stomach appeared. The movements of your fingers were enjoyable but definitely not enough to satisfy your urge. Your eyes turned to the male above you, pleading.

"Can I touch you there, princess? Do you want my help?" Fenrys smirked at the desperation on your face, the way you shook your head entreatingly, letting out a whine that was supposed to sound like "yes."

You wanted to remove your hand to make a room for your mate but he grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place. "Let's try it like this," he said and grabbed your left leg, hooking it over his shoulder, then bending and moving the right one a little bit more to the side, leaving you fully spread. Shifting his weight on his left side, Fenrys slipped his palm under your head in the way that allowed him to stroke your cheek with his thumb. "Now, relax." He kissed your nose and his right palm slid down to your entrance, but instead of replacing your fingers with his own, he slowly pushed them right under yours.

Squeal of surprise and pain ripped out from your lips when you felt burning stretching between your legs, few tears fell down your face but Fenrys was quick to kiss them all away, holding you close. "You okay?" he asked quietly, his hand staying still, allowing you to adjust to the new thickness. Few seconds passed before the pain faded, Fenrys was peppering your face with kisses, patiently waiting for you to be ready.

"Yeah," you breathed out. Despite the weird sensation your pussy was throbbing, demanding something more.

Slowly, carefully not to hurt you, Fenrys started moving. His big palm gripped your smaller one, bending his fingers, he pressed onto yours what made you follow his movements. He led you gently, your hands moved in perfect sync, creating wave-like shape. You moaned loudly at the pleasant feeling when Fenrys changed the angle and additionally started pushing your fingers in and out. "Feels better, doesn't it, bunny?" You whined in answer, your head falling back, hips thrusting up. Blush crept to your cheeks when you realized how much you're enjoying yourself but fuck yeah, this felt good. Fenrys chuckled lowly, "You just needed someone to guide you, hm? Dumb little kitten couldn't get off on her own. But don't worry, princess, daddy's gonna take care of you now."

With each stroke the pleasure expanded, your juices dripped onto your hands and sheets as wet noises mixed with your absentminded moans filled the air. A whole new feeling started building up in your lower stomach, weird but pleasant heat spread over your body. Fenrys slid your fingers across your g-spot, earning from you a loud gasp. He lowered his head to your breasts, circling your nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently. He sped up, your entwined digits kept running over the sensitive spot, making your legs shake. You tired to pull away when the pleasure became overwhelming but Fenrys only held you firmer, still busy with your boobs.

"Fuck! Fenrys!" Your vision started to blur, you were desperate for release.

His fangs bit into the skin on your collarbone, dark mark forming on the delicate flesh as he sucked it into his mouth. "Come on, darling, just like this. Keep chasing it, you can do this. Cum for daddy." Loud cries escaped your throat, Fenrys straightened himself, dropping your leg on the bed, his fingers speeding up even more, taking yours with them. Your thighs squeezed together but you kept thrusting your hips, meeting with your mate's each stroke. "Such a good kitten," Fenrys cooed, taking in your struggling form, "Now, sweetie, cum for me."

Every muscle in you tensed painfully, toes curling. Your palm clasped itself tightly on Fenrys' arm when waves of pleasure took over your body. Your mate helped you ride off the shock your orgasm left you in, constantly telling you how great you did and how proud he is. Only when you managed to calm your breathing, he removed his fingers from your pussy.

"It's not that hard, isn't it, baby? Some training and you'll be able to get off without my help."

You also slowly removed your fingers glistening with cum, wincing at the empty feeling. "I think I prefer when you do it." Fenrys smirked proudly at your words. "Just not with my fingers, please," you chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, it was hot. But I'm surprised you didn't broke them." Your mate erupted with laughter and you joined him second after, slowly sitting up.

Looking up at your mate you sighed at his beauty, not even the awful twin scars could uglify his handsome face, and every time he sent you one of his sweet smiles, you were falling for him even deeper.

"C'mere," Fenrys extended his arms, inviting you in. You gladly accepted his offer, entwining his waist and snuggling into his chest. "Are you okay, baby? Was it too much?" he murmured into your hair at what you only shook your head. "I'm fine, Fenrys."

You stayed like this for few minutes, Fenrys stroked your back and thighs as you still shook slightly, and you played with his shirt, enjoying his presence, proceeding the things that just had happened. Small smirk appeared on your lips when you remembered one thing.

"So... Daddy?"

Fenrys glanced down at you with surprise, you could see the cogs working in his head. His dark eyes widened when he realized. It might be the first time you have seen the White Wolf of Doranelle blushing. Your fingers caressed his jaw when you looked him in the eyes. "Are you into those things?"

"Only if it doesn't make you uncomfortable." His face was serious when he said this. Your comfort was his number one priority.

You shifted so now you were straddling Fenrys' lap, your hands wandered around his neck, playing with golden hair at the nape of his neck. You had no idea from where all this confidence suddenly came from but you couldn't waste it. The bulge in his pants pushed against your crotch and all the wildest scenarios ran through your head. "What if... I'd told you that I'm into it?"

His rough palms squeezed your buttocks, pushing you harder against his boner and you had to bit your lip to don't whine at the sensation. Hair on your arms rose when he leaned in, stopping millimeters from your face, and whispered, piercing you with eyes full of desire. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, kitten."

You took one deep breath.

Enough of just dreaming. You wanted more.

"Almost twenty nine years, Fenrys. I'm done with waiting, I want it intense, passionate and rough. I want to try everything, to explore it with you. Fuck me and make love with me, laugh with me but don't stop till I can't take it anymore. I want you every day and night for the rest of my life. Make me yours." Your mate looked as if he'd jump out of his skin any second, the bulge in his pants grew harder and bigger, his hands gripped your ass so hard you were sure you'll have bruises there.

You leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Make me your dumb little kitten."

Fenrys snapped.

His mouth attacked your so fast, taking you by surprise, that you returned the kiss with few seconds delay. Broad palms roamed your body desperately, almost aggressively, squeezing everything they could and you had nothing more to do than tangling your hands in his hair, giving yourself wholly to him. Fenrys once again laid you on pillows, goosebumps appeared on your skin when he kissed his way down to your stomach, leaving wet trails everywhere. He already had total control over your body and mind and you were fully aware you're getting yourself into addiction. You didn't cared. Not as long as he was your drug.

Fenrys stopped at your belly button height, lifting his head and looking into your eyes. "If you want to stop, tell me immediately, okay?"

"Okay," you nodded. Strong hands gripped your thighs and spread them wide open, showing your dripping with juices pussy. Your heart raced at the thought of things that were supposed to happened in few minutes.

"Okay what?" His voice was lower than usual, and combined with his hungry gaze, made you somehow feel smaller, weaker.

Few seconds passed before understood what he meant. "Okay, daddy."

Your mate smiled proudly at you and dipped his head, continuing his path of kissed before settling between your thighs. "Good girl. I'll go easy on you this time but the faster you learn the rules, the better for you, kitten."

Blush crept up your cheeks but Fenrys' gaze was already fixed on your small hole that only waited to be destroyed. He spent way too many nights wondering how you taste or what sounds you make while nearing your release. You were the imagine he had in front of his eyes every time he pleasured himself in the dead of night, behind closed doors of his chambers, thinking of all the ways he would make you cum. How many times he had to leave the meeting only because he could barely stop himself from taking you on the table right then and there, in front of the whole court? And right now... Fenrys always imagined your first time together will be desperate and rough, that you would fuck the months of waiting out of each other. But no. No, no. He's going to take his time with you, enjoy your taste, study your body langue, and teach you all the sinful things that will make you go crazy.

He started with small kisses, wanting to see how you'd react but also not to overwhelm or scare you, nibbling gently at your soft, untouched flesh, and running the tip of his nose between your slick folds. It was weird but definitely not unpleasant to have someone between your legs for the first time. Your body reacted to his every action, slightly jumping or squirming whenever Fenrys placed his lips on your skin.

Your palm traveled to your breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipple, the other one gripped the soft sheets beneath you when Fenrys added his tongue, licking your juices with the thick muscle. His soft lips closed around your clit, sucking at the sensitive nerve and your head fell back at the pleasure. Whines and moans falling from between your pretty lips were like a song for your mate that with every minute was loosing himself in between your legs even more, lapping and sucking at you eagerly, burring his face in your cunt as if it was a pillow.

The pressure in your stomach kept expanding, blood flowing to your clit demanded release, making your swollen pussy throb in pain. Fenrys changed the angle of your hips and you squealed when his tongue pushed into your hole, fucking you at fast peace. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You were panting, the male between your legs moaned loudly when you fisted his golden locks, sending vibrations through your core.

"Fuck, I- I'm-" You swallowed deeply, more cries got caught up in the back of your throat. The pleasure was too much and not enough. Your legs started shaking rapidly but Fenrys gripped them tightly, pushing his face deeper into you. Your back arched. "Fenrys!"

"Not my name, kitten." The male removed his tongue from you, lifting his face he eyed your glistening cunt with a smile. He just found the never-ending fountain of the sweetest nectar in the whole world and deep in his heart Fenrys promised himself that since now, he'll get drunk with your juices every night for the rest of his life.

"Daddy!" You cried out and your mate hummed happily. "That's better." He dived in with so much vigor that almost jumped out of your skin.

Just a little more.

Fenrys feeling your desperate attempts to let go doubled his efforts, bringing his fingers to your clit and drawing tight circles with rough pads. His thick tongue kept thrusting into you, massaging your inner walls. Your hips bucked up and with final cry you came all over his face. Hard. Really hard.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Never in all those years when you imagined what sex feels like you'd guess an orgasm can be that powerful. No words other than magical could describe this feeling. The blood running furiously in your veins, heart racing like a racehorse, stars in your dazed eyes as you stared at the ceiling with parted lips, trying to calm your breathing. Not to mention the mating bond dancing happily, demanding more.

Tears blurred your vision. Your thighs squeezed together, caging Fenrys' head between them. He didn't minded at all. Letting you ride his face and get off your high, your mate was on cloud nine. He drank your release like a man abandoned on a dessert with no water, his tongue collected every single droplet, afraid it might disappear if he won't be fast enough. Gods, he could cum just by eating you out.

Just now you noticed that the fire in fireplace almost fully went out, leaving the great bedroom in darkness lightened by only few candles. Propping yourself up on shaky elbows your gaze wandered down at the love of your life. Fenrys was looking at you with all the pure love he had in his heart, his cheek was pressed against your inner thigh, his arms circling your hips. The golden flames reflecting in his onyx eyes made your brain melt completely.

"You look like a goddess," he whispered so softly. "And you taste like one."

And you look like a god. The most beautiful of them all. You wanted to say but your voice got stuck up in your throat. No words were needed anyway as second later Fenrys brought his lips back to your clit, his eyes closed in bliss as he sucked at it lazily. After two orgasms you were already so sensitive that it didn't took long before you felt another one building in your lower stomach, threatening to pull another chain of moans and whimpers from you.

"Gods, you're so perfect." Pleasurable heat was filling your body as his mouth kept caressing your swollen cunt, placing kisses on your slick skin every second. "So good for daddy, taking what I give you so well, my little darling."

Your head fell back in delight. Each word made you wetter, your arousal flowing from you like a stream, leaving you aching for another release. Fenrys, happy as never before, feasted his eyes on the sight in front of him, wondering what other sounds he can pull from that pretty mouth. The thought of you screaming his name for the whole castle to hear made him harden painfully.

He needed you around him. Now.

But you weren't ready for his size, yet.

His hand sneaked up between your legs, stroking and petting your pussy with gentle touches as if it was the most precious thing in the world. The coil in your stomach grew bigger. Your thighs spread wider for him, hips bucking up as in invitation, accompanied with a whine. A quiet plea.

"Shh, kitten, I know." Fenrys placed one last kiss on your pussy before raising his head. His long, thick fingers played with your entrance, running between your folds but not entering the tight hole that throbbed with need. "Trust me, princess, daddy knows what's the best for you. Patience, love."

Two orgasms didn't satisfied your urge. You wanted, needed, something more than his fingers. Questions ran through your head: how long is he? How thick? Will it hurt?

Maybe you wanted it to hurt? Just a little bit. You blushed but the thought of his cock spreading you for the first time kept you thrilled yet still nervous. The way Fenrys moved and spoke, his actions, his gaze... It did something to you. Quiet voice kept whispering to you, telling you to be his good girl. To do as he says.

Obediently, you relaxed on the pillows, trying to ignore the unbearable burning, and let Fenrys work on you. Your hands clasped on your breasts, your gaze drifted to your mate, studying his every move with your lower lip between teeth.

His broad palm cupped your sex, easily covering it all, and in one fluid motion, Fenrys pushed into you his middle and ring finger. This time he wasn't waiting. Immediately his long digits started pumping in and out of you, constantly changing the angle, twisting and spreading your walls. He set steady peace, it wasn't slow but he was gentle, still having it the back of his head that it is your first time.

"Feels good, doesn't it, kitten? You like daddy's fingers fucking your little, tight pussy, yeah?" Fenrys asked with a smirk, cooing at you when your moans reached his ears.

His hand kept fucking you into another orgasm. Puddle of your juices formed on white sheets as you came on his fingers, clenching on them as hard as you could. The painful pleasure faded but his fingers didn't stopped, picking up their peace instead.

"Daddy," you managed to whimper despite your panting, "daddy, please."

"I love when you call me this. My dumb little kitten, learning so fast." Fenrys took in your struggling form, the way you were slowly falling into overstimulation. "What do you want, baby?"

"I want to feel you. Please?"

"Oh dumb kitten," Fenrys looked at you with amusement in his gaze, "you're not ready, darling. We have to prepare you for my cock. You're still so tight, so small. We don't want it to hurt, hm?"

"Please." You were on the verge of bursting into tears. You were ready to beg him on your knees to fuck you. The desire you had for that man was burning the brightest flame and every another second of waiting was driving you into madness. "Please, fuck me."

Without a word Fenrys removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, licking off your sweet essence. Fuck, you tasted so good. At the first opportunity he'll get, he's going to sit you on his face and eat you out till you can't stay upright anymore. Then he'll flip you on your back and spend another hours laying with his face buried in your cunt. He waited way too long and now there was no person that could keep him away from you.

You winced at the lack of his touch when Fenrys rose from the bed, still towering over you even if he stood few feet away. Without wasting time he swiftly removed his shirt, throwing it to the side, and you couldn't help yourself but stare at his powerful muscles, sliding your gaze down his sixpack to the bulge in his pants where his hands worked on untying the strings of his trousers.

All the air left your lungs when your mate get rid of the rest of his clothes, legendary White Wolf standing in front of you in all his glory. Not even your boldest dreams could compare with reality.

He was huge.

Your eyes stayed glued to his hard, long and THICK cock as he crawled back to you, settling between your legs and with arms on either side of your head, just like at the beginning. Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest when Fenrys grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. Thousands emotions played on his face and you'd guess yours wasn't any different.

"Will it fit?" You asked, swallowing loudly.

"Don't worry, I'll make it fit." His fingers stroked your cheek comfortingly and you relaxed a little. His touch always made wonders on you. "I just need you to trust me, okay kitten?"

Shaking your head in response you again glanced at his member. Your cheeks burned like rubies when you asked shyly. "Can I?"

Fenrys nodded and his gaze followed your little palm, sliding down his sculpted stomach to his pelvis. Low moan escaped his throat when you grabbed his hard cock, running your fingers along the veins and stroking his head with your thumb. Encircling his size with your hand you pumped him few times and Fenrys not being able to help himself thrust into your palm, eyes closing in pleasure.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good," he moaned and it took him all the strength to pull away from your touch. "I can't imagine how divine your tight pussy must be."

With his hand he grabbed his cock and ran its head between your folds, earning breathless gasp from you when he gently pressed at your entrance.

"Are you sure kitten? Hundred percent?"

"Yes, Fenrys." At the sound of his name on your lips he hardened even more. "I want this to be you. I want to be yours."

Your mouths clasped in a heated kiss, his tongue pushed into yours, easily winning fight for domination. "Hold onto me tight, kitten." He whispered against you. "It's going to hurt but it will pass and daddy will kiss you better."

Immediately your hand clenched on his shoulder, the other one entwining his that cupped your face. You inhaled sharply and sob ripped through your gritted teeth when his head pushed through your folds, painfully stretching your walls.

All your muscles tensed and you forget how to breathe when the burning pain overtook your lower parts. Fenrys groaned above you, either in pleasure or pain caused by your nails digging into his skin.

"Try to relax, baby, it'll hurt less if you're not tense." You tried to do as he says but it was impossible as with every inch he pushed into you the pain increased. Your mouth opened in silent scream and Fenrys held you tighter. "Sh, sh, kitten. Just a little more, you're taking me so well." Your foreheads pressed against each other and you felt Fenrys' warm breath on your wet with tears cheek as he peppered you with kisses. His other hand sneak around your waist, bringing you to his chest.

For Fenrys it took all his willpower to don't slam into you with all his strength. Your walls hugged him so well, your warmth and wetness made him feel like in heaven. All those months, all those nights and finally he got what he dreamed of. If only he could make it less painful for you. Tears on your face caused him physical pain but the way you clenched around him... He was ultra careful to don't hurt you, sliding only till his head hit your cervix, then staying still even if he wasn't pushed to the base.

His fingers played with your locks scattered on the pillow, stroking your hair, cheeks, doing anything that could help you calm down. Both of you stayed still for a longer moment, your breaths mixing was the only sound in the darkness of your chambers. Shiver ran down your arms when cold air suddenly hit your warm skin.

The new thickness filled you to the brim. It was weird feeling. You wanted to pull away from it but also it made you feel complete. It hurt but you could also find a pleasure in this overwhelming stretch.

"I think I'm fine." Your words were more chocked out than said. Fenrys looked into your eyes, his irises were entirely black as he gazed at you in search of emotions.

"I love you, Y/N. I want you to know that."

"How could I not know that, Fenrys?"

He smiled gently and corners of your mouth rose in answer. Fenrys adjusted his position between your legs, holding you so close to him to the point you were almost wholly swallowed by his body. Good. After ten years of living in fear, he made you feel safe.

Moving his hips Fenrys pulled out of you slowly, only two inches, before pushing it back. The pain was still there but not as much as minutes before. And when that vein on his cock rubbed against your entrance... Your head fell back, giving your mate the opportunity to mark your neck with more hickeys.

"Just like that, kitten. Let daddy take care of you."

He was so big in every aspect, filling you perfectly with length and width. His head spread your walls perfectly, making room for the rest of his dick as Fenrys kept moving in and out of you, with every more pulling out more just to slam into you deeper.

You were driving each other crazy.

There was no sexier thing than your mate loosing his control, moaning lowly into your ear or neck, sending vibrations through your skin. Few more strokes and the pain was nothing more than a distant memory, already fading into oblivion. In its place appeared pleasure. Pure pleasure that rose with every movement, every friction, drawing from you moans and whimpers one by one.

"Holy fuck, kitten, you're so tight." Fenrys groaned into darkness, throwing his head back, golden locks sticking to his neck where droplets of sweat started to appear. His hips moved in rhythmic peace, not too fast but perfectly enough for you to feel another climax building.

You moans grew louder as Fenrys slammed into that sweet spot, making you squirm in his arms. The feeling started to become overwhelming, your legs entwined your mate's waist, looking for a way to somehow release the pressure gathering inside you, your hands roamed his back, leaving red scratches wherever they appeared. Your palm wandered down, pressing below your bellybutton, where you could feel bulge created by Fenrys' size. Whimper left your mouth when you realized how deep he is.

Sound of skin slapping against skin filled your ears and Fenrys' pelvis slapped against yours with every push. He slid to the base and you didn't even acknowledged it, too lost in the way he made you feel. Wet noises accompanied his every thrust, your juices mixing with his precum dripped on your sheets, filling the air with your blended scents.

Heat filled your body, your legs started shaking more furiously (or maybe they never stopped in the first place?), the pressure in your lower stomach started taking over the rest of your body, threatening to let go any moment. You throbbing cunt clenched around Fenrys' pulsating cock and he couldn't stop the loud groan, picking up the peace. You were close and he knew that as he was on the edge as well. Swears flew into the silence of the night, your whines changed into screams.

"Daddy, Fen... Fuck!" Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Fenrys hid his face in the crock of your neck, his hips never loosing the rhythm as he chased both his and yours release.

His cock slammed into you like a hammer, fucking all the thoughts out of your head. Fucking you like a dumb little kitten you were.

"Come on, baby, make daddy proud and give me one more, hm?"

Three more strokes and and with silent scream fireworks exploded inside you, making your pussy clench strongly, cumming all over Fenrys' hard cock. Your body went limp below him as you lied half conscious, shaking and moaning with stars in your eyes. Few seconds later Fenrys came inside your abused pussy, painting you walls with his seed, claiming you as his. Forever.

Sweaty mass of pure muscles collapsed onto you. He also was shaking. Hearing your heartbeats you were surprised none of you had a heart attack.

It took you good ten minutes before any of you could move. Fenrys slowly slid out of you, making you wince at the emptiness between your legs.

Both of you were tired, sweaty and sore but fuck, nothing could erase the shit eating grins on your faces or sparkles in your eyes. Fenrys scooped you into his arms and seconds later you were placed under warm duvets, his hands stroking your overstimulated body. You threw your arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest, trying to proceed everything that happened.

"I- I have no words." You finally stuttered out.

"That was powerful," stated your mate. The two of you too stunned to speak.

"Yeah."

You lied in complete darkness, tucked into warm duvets and furs to protect you from winter's cold, enjoying each other's naked bodies, still warmed up from your activities.

"Are you okay, kitten?" The silence was broken by your mate. His hand stroking your hair made you eyes close in delight. You were too tired to answer so your only response was small nod. "You did so well, darling. I'm so proud of you."

You hummed happily, lifting your head. Despite blackness around you, you could still distinguish his facial features, know that he was looking at you with loving gaze. Your lips met halfway in a lazy kiss. "Thank you," you muttered against him at what Fenrys only deepened the kiss.

Using all the strength you had left your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. "It's past four in the morning." Tired sight filled the air between you. "We have to be up in two hours."

Fenrys only tightened his grip on you, bringing you even closer. "Fuck this. Ain't no fucking force in this world that can get me out of this bed tomorrow. And if Aelin wants you, she can come here and try to rip you out of my arms."

You huffed happily but said nothing. It didn't took long before you drifted away with your cheek pressed against Fenrys' chest and feeling you sleeping peacefully beside him, your mate followed soon after with his nose buried in your hair.

#fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys #tog x reader #tog headcanons #tog imagines #throne of glass #sjm #acotar #tog #cc hoeab #azriel #cassian #rhysand #aelin galythinius #rowan whitethorn

[shadowdaddies]

I loved your headcannons on the Mass men taking care of reader while sick! I read them while recovering from surgery.

May I humbly request one with Lorcan? He's my favorite.

Thank you, love! I'm wishing you a speedy recovery💜

A/N: I can't believe I didn't include Lorcan in the other HCs, he's canonically one of the most caring SJM partners (source: cutting up his shirt, which lives in my head rent free)

Lorcan Taking Care of You When You're Sick: Headcanons

• Lorcan would be so attentive to your needs, he would know when something is wrong before you do

• By the time you feel the slightest bit of pain or discomfort, he’s already there with medicine and warm tea

• He wouldn’t let you lift a finger, piling the softest blankets over you in bed

• But you’d complain that you’re still cold, and he’d get the hint… he’d give you his shirt for some extra warmth, getting under the covers with you for even more comfort

• Like I said earlier, you wouldn’t lift a finger. Lucky for you that Lorcan is 7 ft tall and can easily carry you everywhere

• He’s undressing you, washing your hair for you in the bath, wrapping you in a fluffy robe to hold you by the fire

• Lorcan knows your favorite foods, and goes a little overboard making everything you could possibly want, insisting it’s important that you stay fed and hydrated

• He knows how much you love to read, but doesn’t want you to strain your eyes so he’ll read to you, your head on his toned chest until you drift off to sleep

• Essentially, Lorcan is the male that will make sure you have everything you need and more. He’s the perfect balance of not being overbearing while providing for you

#throne of glass #throne of glass imagine #lorcan salvaterre #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass fluff #lorcan x reader #lorcan tog #throne of glass headcanons #lorcan salvaterre x reader #lorcan throne of glass #lorcan salvaterre x you #lorcan x reader fluff #lorcan x you #throne of glass fanfiction #tog fic #tog imagine #tog x reader fluff #tog x reader #tog x you #lorcan salvaterre fluff #tog #tog series

[astrabear]

Ok ok listen. LISTEN.

Sultan Mehmed II significantly expanded the Ottoman Empire. Pretty bad shit happened in the places he conquered - see e.g. the fall of Constantinople, with contemporary reports of thousands killed and tens of thousands forced into slavery (among other reported atrocities.) In addition to Anatolia, Crimea, and the Balkans, he started making moves on Italy. His forces captured the city of Otranto, and there was more violence and killings and enslavement (and also apparently sawing some people in half?). This was in 1480. In 1481 he died very unexpectedly. (Note: this is not a primer on the life of Mehmed II. He was not a cartoon villain. This is just what's relevant here.)

Now check out this excerpt from a book I'm reading:

"The sultan had been only forty-nine years old and brimmed with vitality almost to the end, making this one of the rare instances when rumors of poisoning may have been justified. One suspect, an Italian-born convert to Islam who served as the sultan's physician, was put to death."

Italian born... served as a physician... suspiciously good timing to protect the various Italian states from invasion...

I don't normally like to attribute the deeds of actual historical people to the TOG crew, but come on. That was Nicky. Nicky killed the sultan. No question.

#the old guard #nicolo di genova #tog headcanons #tog is like a cordyceps fungus

[non-un-topo]

Axis | bluetigerlilies

Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)

Rating: M

Words: 29,671

Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Andy | Andromache of Scythia & Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani & Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Nicky | Nicolò di Genova & Quynh | Noriko

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, POV Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Team as Family, Flashbacks, Memories, Tense Switching, it's deliberate don't worry, Post-iron maiden, Animal Death, Grief/Mourning, Liminal Space, Mythology References, Mild Sexual Content, Angst, Catharsis, Horror, Nicky + horror. So nice I did it thrice., Pathetic fallacy

Summary:

Andromache whispers into the silence, “You don’t remember, do you?” Nicolò is still looking at Yusuf as his mind begins to take him back. It’s the feelings first. The shift in gravity, then the all-encompassing bitter cold. No deck beneath his feet, no tether to hold. A great nothingness for eternity. He flexes his toes against the wood floor. Solid, still, stagnant. “No,” he says.

--

Decades into their relentless search for Quỳnh and shortly following a disastrous event that threatened their numbers, Andromache, Nicolò, and Yusuf rest in Iceland where the seasons seem to be moving backwards and forwards at once.

#the old guard #tog fic #sage writes #yuhh here it is #probably looks confusing with the drawings with no context i apologize #can't believe this huge project is finally finished... #i do not know how to explain this one tbh. i hope the synopsis isn't too vague. it is supposed to be set in the canon timeline #and be canon compliant. but we know next to nothing about this period of their lives so there's a lot of headcanon in there. #i think at this point i'm known for angst and putting nicky in Situations. he's okay this time though dfgvgfds

[jeannineee]

can you do a what being in a relationship with rowan would be like 👉🏼👈🏼

Being in a relationship with Rowan Whitethorn would include…

a/n: requests are open!!

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

SFW:

LOYAL TO A FAULT

“I support women’s rights, but more importantly, I support women’s wrongs,” is what comes to mind, here.

Worships the ground you walk on!! He is absolutely WHIPPED for you, though he might not admit it out loud—everyone can see it.

Lowkey gets so STRESSED when you do crazy shit. Rowan “please tell me your next move” Whitethorn.

But ^^^ he supports you entirely lmao

I think his love language is acts of service?? He does things for you to help take the weight off of your shoulders.

But he also loves physical touch!! He’ll keep it to a minimum in public, but if you’re just around friends/family, or alone, he’s all over you.

Loves hugging you from behind, face pressing into the crook of your neck, murmuring “I love you’s”

Would do anything you asked of him, without hesitation.

NSFW:

Very giving

Always, always, prioritizes your pleasure

*ahem* pleasure dom

Multiple orgasms are routine, with him.

He LOVES having his tongue between your legs, but he’s teasing about it.

Kissing slowly down your body, teeth grazing along your skin. His large hands hold your thighs tightly, keeping you still.

He’ll lick a stripe up your center, before pulling away, marking your inner thighs. He’ll always give you what you want.

But sometimes, he enjoys making you beg for it.

Anyhow!!!

He also loves when you’re riding him, but he’ll hold your hips and control the pace.

Lots and lots of praise and dirty talk. He loves seeing you get flustered as he tells you how well you take him, how beautiful you look when you come for him.

He also def has a size kink. This male is HUGE. Even if you’re a tall girlie, he’s still towering over you.

It makes him feral; how small you are compared to him, his hand possessively wrapped around your throat, cock bulging in your tummy as he thrusts into you

BYE

#throne of glass #throne of glass smut #tog smut #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn #rowan whitethorn smut #kingdom of ash #rowan Whitethorn headcanons #smut #Rowan Whitethorn fluff

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

People in the Tower: Did you hear that Yeon Hana remained a virgin because of a bad breakup. That’s so weird

Hana, who watched her entire friend group implode because of a love triangle and decided that she wasn’t gonna deal with any of that mess: …Yes, that is totally the reason.

#lesbian hana may be my headcanon but hana just deciding a relationship isn’t worth all the trouble is just as good #tower of god #tog

[oliviajdjarin]

Rowan Whitethorn: Mine

Pairing: Rowan Whitethorn x female!reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Rowan Whitethorn protects what’s his.

Warnings: reader gets captured, she also has blue eyes, rowan kills a lot of people (very attractively), allusions to sex, blood, broken nose, sore wrists, mating bond, making out, touching, heavy swearing, and arguing. If I got a detail wrong with the mating bond or Valg qualities, I apologize. I finished this series in April…which is insane. There’s also a guest appearance from one of @leahkenobi’s favs hehe.

A/N: @leahkenobi…you know what this is. Happy birthday mate. You deserve the world. PLEASE SEND HER HAPPY BIRTHDAY MESSAGES!!

A/N 2: this is off canon :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated <3

(Pic gotten from Pinterest. Full credit to the owner).

SJM Masterlist

They had taken you.

Those fucking spiders had taken you.

He felt them do it. Felt your screams rattle his bones, and the bond crackle and pop against his sternum.

They must have followed you from the White Fang Mountains, trailing the scent of you that had been recently—very recently—mixed with his own.

The Valg soldier at the tip of his knife didn’t matter. The screaming witches flying over head didn’t matter. The seemingly endless army spread out before him didn’t matter.

His fae senses overtook him, and with a twitch of his lip and a tilt of his head, the oxygen surrounding him was stolen from the air.

With another blink, every speck was replaced with ice, and no Valg soldier or witch within his reach could escape his wake.

They dropped like sacks of flour, impaled with the shards Rowan Whitethorn had produced from his body, and he squeezed his fists together.

His triceps flexed as he did this, rippling the tattoos across his sun-kissed skin, and he breathed. Just breathed.

And listened.

The world around him quieted, except for the sound of his own heart racing. He could feel it chasing the rhythm of your own.

He sent the bond out like a beacon, searching as far as he could for any hint of your shape. He had it memorized, the shape you took up in the world. He let himself be called to it.

He closed his emerald eyes, exhaled, inhaled, then exhaled again.

There.

He had it. A vague idea of where they were carrying you. You were fighting back, he could feel it.

He couldn’t help the pride shining on his face.

He opened his eyes, and straightened his back as he beat his confidence down the bond.

Hold on, he said.

Just hold on.

He felt his muscles and tendons begin to shift, letting them have a mind of their own. His wings flared, and he released a cry.

With no time to lose, the most powerful pure-blooded fae warrior in history took to the skies, a trail of lightning and wind following him.

~*~

You were no stranger to torture, let alone loneliness. You just really wish it hadn’t been spiders.

You should have disguised your scent better. You should have disguised Rowan’s scent better.

You felt him using the bond to call out to you, searching for you and desperately trying to coax out a response from you.

But you didn’t reply, no matter how harshly it was cleaving your body in two. You knew why these spiders had taken you. Not only did they want you, but they wanted him.

“We could smell him,” they said, scratching down your face with their talons. “We could smell him all the way from the Fangs.”

You were writhing and squirming away from them as they spoke. Your teeth began to grind and sweat coated every inch of you.

“We will wait for him. Here.” The mouth of it got closer and closer to your face. Your chest began to shake. “In the meantime, behave, and we won’t bloody you too badly.”

That was hours ago, and the ropes connecting you to the cave’s wall would not fucking budge.

Your wrists were raw from how harshly you had been pulling, and the tops of your kneecaps were shredded from the harsh floor. Your nose had been throbbing since the spiders had first captured you—they had to disorient you somehow—and blood had been dripping down onto your shirt ever since. Never once had the drip slowed down, making your shirt sticky and your abdomen soaked.

You could not let it weaken you. You had to get out, alone, or Rowan would be stuck here too.

You knew he was close. You could taste it on the wind coming into your caved prison.

And for the first time in your life, it only filled you with dread.

~*~

After over an hour of silence and solitude in your cage, you began to wiggle your knife from the inside of your boot.

The spiders thought they had taken every even remotely dangerous item off of you, and it took all of your strength not to smirk in their faces when they rubbed it in your face.

Because of the soreness and sensitivity in your wrists, getting your boot off took some time, but the knife finally came free. While it was not massive, it was sharp, and it could at least start to weaken the harsh rope.

You had seen this rope before. It was some of the toughest on the market, with straw cut sharp enough to dig into skin and fabric.

You had to give the arachnids at least some credit.

As quietly as you could, you laid your non-dominant hand down on the ground, and used your body weight to saw back and forth on the rope. It stung like Hell to be pressing down so harshly on your tender skin, but you bit back your whimpers, and carried on.

After a few moments of sawing, the first layers of rope began to spring loose, and you released a shaky breath of relief.

You were going to get out of here. You were going to escape.

And that’s when you felt it.

Felt him.

He was here.

Your body ached for his contact. You wanted him to scoop you up and carry you away, get you out of this Hell hole.

But they wanted him too. They would stop at nothing. It wasn’t worth it.

He would burn himself out, and they’d have you both.

It wasn’t worth it.

You swallowed, calming down the bond beating harder than your heart, and sawed harder and louder than before.

I’m here Y/N.

You groaned at his voice in your head.

I’m coming.

You didn’t respond. You closed yourself off, and nearly snapped the knife in half by the time the first rope finally came loose.

The wind hitting your raw wrists caused you to hiss in pain, but you brushed it off, and laid your dominant hand on the ground.

You heard the loud echoes of spiders running across stone from further down the cave, as well as their screeches of pain, and you knew he was being rushed. You hoped he could hold them off long enough without draining all of his power.

You could feel it inside of you—the anger. You had seen him like this before, but never felt it. It clouded and your vision and creeped up the back of your neck.

You couldn’t imagine just how intense it was on his end of the bond.

You sawed and sawed until your arm went numb, but the rope was barely budging. Maybe the rope was thicker on that side, or your non-dominant hand was really that much weaker, but you persisted. Your heart was roaring in your head, and your adrenaline was pumping so harshly your hands began to shake.

The feeling of panic was rising in you, and you were too weak to push it away.

The first layers began to break, and sweat began dripping from your brow onto the ground. You took a second to calm your breathing and let your arm regain its strength, but the screams of the spiders became impossibly closer. Their bodies began to fly against the wall, and the outline of a body you knew all too well began to appear from the darkness.

You let out another groan, and sawed about halfway through the rope before hearing him.

“Y/N?”

Not in your head. Not in your heart. Real.

“Y/N,” he said again, and picked up his pace to sprint to you.

You let out a cry of frustration, and sawed so harshly your hands began to cramp.

He reached the poles of your cage, and searched for the lock on the door.

“Hang on baby. Hang on.”

“No,” you whined, and you were inches away from freedom.

“I’ve got you,” he said, and ripped the lock clean off the door. He creaked it open, and his robe flowed behind him as he ran to you. His hood masked most of his face, but his piercing green eyes and immaculate tattoos made him unmistakable.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, and all you wanted to do was fall into him, but with one final slice, you were free.

“No,” you said again, and shoved him off of you so hard his back hit the metal door.

You looked into his eyes as you stood up, and a mix of shock and genuine hurt coated them.

“Y/N, what—”

“You,” you yelled. “They want you Rowan. They want us both.”

Emotion was beginning to soften your voice, and Rowan’s eyes softened with it.

“That’s why I didn’t answer you. That’s why I shut you out. I didn’t want you here. I don’t want you here.”

Tears began to make your vision foggy, and you did you best to swallow them down, but with the way Rowan was looking at you, it was nearly impossible.

“Y/N, please—“

“No Rowan,” you interrupted. “What if you burnt out, huh? Then we would be stuck. They would have us both. How the Hell would anyone else find us?”

He swallowed down his own emotions before saying, “Y/N, I can handle—”

“I don’t need you here Rowan. I do not need to save me. You shouldn’t have come.”

You saw his chest cave in slightly at your words, like they caused him physical pain, and your throat was so swollen from tears that you were on the brink of exploding.

Rowan looked you up and down, and without an ounce of fear, stepped towards you once more. Gently.

“Y/N, you’re hurt,” he whispered, with all the care in the world in his eyes, and you fell to your knees.

He caught you as you fell, understanding that the shock of the day had finally worn off you, and tucked you into his chest. You let the pressure all out at once, and he held his hand in your hair to hold you steady.

You sobbed into his chest for a few moments, and he let you.

“Baby,” he whispered, “just let me see you. Please.”

You looked up at him, still basking in the aroma that you could only describe as home, and he wiped the tears away as he examined your nose.

A faint mist had coated his own eyes as well.

He used the tip of his finger to glide over your nose, so gently you could barely feel it, before saying, “Let’s go home.”

You nodded, and he pressed your foreheads together. You felt your hearts begin to beat as one, as they always had, and always would.

He breathed you in one last time, before scooping you into his arms and letting you cling to his robe.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your eyes already beginning to flutter shut. Being around him always seemed to put you in some sort of trancelike state where it was nearly impossible to not be relaxed.

“No Y/N,” he responded, rubbing his hand over your own, “I am.”

He brought you out of the cave and into the pines of Terrasen, where the shadow of a mountain lion awaited your arrival.

~*~

A panic unlike any other washed over Rowan Whitethorn when he saw you cutting yourself free of the most painful rope on the market, while so soaked with blood it stuck to you.

He was surprised he didn’t crumble the entire mountain.

Gavriel got the both of you to a safe house in no time. He ran in silence with you on his back, while Rowan flew ahead of you. He kept you in his line of sight the entire time, waiting for something to go wrong.

He was more than grateful that nothing did.

Finally at the safe house, Gavriel slowed to a stop, and let Rowan take you off of his back. He held you close to his chest, listening to your soft breaths.

Gavriel shifted, and laid his hand on Rowan’s back as he held you.

“I know you’ll take care of her,” he said, and Rowan nodded.

“I will.”

Gavriel gave him a shy smile, and looked down to you one last time.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he said, and forced himself to step away. Gavriel cared for you in a different way then Rowan did, but almost as much.

Almost.

Rowan brushed your hair from your head, and brought you into the birch-colored home. Nothing made him feel better than knowing you were in a place like this: warm, sheltered, safe.

He proceeded to bathe you, slowly. He didn’t want to rush with you. He never wanted to rush with you.

You smiled sleepily as he did this, and said thank you when he finally pulled you from the boiling water. He found himself smiling back.

He carried you to the master bed, and tucked you in tightly. He knew he needed a bath as well, with as much sweat and blood he had dealt with that day, but the way your exhausted arms weakly pulled him into the paradise that was awaiting him convinced him well enough.

“Stay. Please,” you mumbled.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and replied. “I’m staying.”

He removed everything from his boots to his shirt, and tucked himself against you. He pulled your bare form into his own, and found himself finally relaxing as well.

He listened to your heartbeat, noticing that it wasn’t soft enough to be asleep yet, and he rubbed his fingers against your scalp.

“Did we win? The battle?”

He nodded against you. “It has been taken care of.”

You hummed in response.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How much I love you,” you responded. “And how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. I shouldn’t have even been captured in the first place.”

He tucked his nose further into your hair, letting you continue.

“I knew what they were doing. I knew they wanted you. I didn’t want you to burn out and let them win.”

The emotions from earlier started creeping into your voice once again, so he pressed you deeper into him.

“My Y/N,” he whispered. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I wish I could have gotten there sooner.”

You began to breathe steadily again, so he pulled you back and looked into your eyes.

Your eyes were a color of blue he could not assign to any force of nature, but he’d spend the rest of his days studying them, trying to find something that could compare.

“I didn’t come for you because I didn’t think you could handle it,” he said. “Frankly, I knew you’d be at least nearly free from their grasp by the time I showed up.”

You smiled, showing some of your teeth.

He was so fucking obsessed with you it hurt.

“I came because I didn’t want you to have to handle it alone. You don’t have to handle anything alone.”

The blue of your eyes shined from your tears, making them that much more radiant.

“I’m right here Y/N. Right here.”

You nodded and rubbed your lips together, letting a few tears fall. He kissed them off your cheeks, and that only made more begin to spill.

“You are my mate, Y/N. Mine,” he said, framing your face with his hands. “And I am yours. Forever.”

You brought your hands from his bare chest up to his face, tracing the freckles and tattoos littering it. His own eyes fluttered closed, soaking in the fact that you were safe now. With him.

When you moved into his silver hair, he opened his eyes to see your own so full of joy. He just couldn’t help himself.

He started leaning in for a kiss, and mumbling, “I’ll be gentle. I won’t bump your nose.”

A sky smile came over your face. “I know.”

His stomach roared with butterflies, and he brought your face to his.

He wasn’t a liar. He was gentle. Pecking your lips over and over again, until you were the one who snapped. You brought him in deeper, etching your tongue over his, and he released a breath of pure pleasure.

With that, you wiggled underneath him, far enough that he was completely on top of you. His hands framed your hips, and you brought your hands down to his abdomen.

He pulled away. “You should be more tired than this.”

You smirked, and said breathlessly, “Tire me out then.”

His smirk matched your own, and he immediately latched himself onto your neck, beginning his descent down your body.

Gavriel was right. He did take care of you.

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