summary: These are my headcanons for how the ToG males would be as Daddy doms, based on my ACOTAR and CC posts! Featuring: Rowan, Dorian, Chaol, Aedion, Lorcan and some bonus Ren
word count: about 400 for each character mini fic, but 2,000 total
author's note: To my utter surprise, my acotar daddy dom post has over 400 likes and is my most liked post on my entire account. I was so afraid to receive backlash when I posted that and now I realize just how dirty everyone else is too lmaooo.
{Tags: use of daddy, use of other sweet nicknames, eating out, aftercare, sensory play, phantom hands, possessive behavior, threesome, blowjob, sharing partner, size kink, riding, no prep}
⊹ Masterlist ⊹
Rowan | Aftercare
Rowan absolutely is the daddy dom that lays down the law about aftercare. Not just after sex, but for everything. He loves a feisty girl, and loves working out all her energy in the bedroom or in the training ring, but he doesn’t tolerate the attitude afterwards.
He’s the type to pull out all the scented oils (iykyk) and thoroughly massage his sub after a long day of sparring, or to run a bath with the sub's favorite scented bubble tincture. He loves pushing boundaries and seeing how far he can take things, but recovery is even more important to him.
“Unghhh…”
“I know, baby.”
“Ggghhh.”
“Shhh, I know.” Rowan’s warm, tough hands pressed deep into your muscle as he massaged your sore calves. The bathhouse was empty, thank the gods, because the noises of pain and pleasure falling from your lips were downright embarrassing.
“You’re pressing too hard, ah-”
His lips twitched upward at your whiny voice, but he didn’t stop. In fact, it felt like he pressed harder. “I said hush, you have a muscle knot and you’ll be extra cranky tomorrow if I don’t loosen it.”
You took a deep breath as he gripped your calf, pulling in the scent of snow and pine as he readjusted his grip from where he knelt in the waist-deep water. A low groan leapt from your throat as the knot finally loosened to a dull ache.
“You did so good out there today, you know. I didn’t go easy on you.”
No, he didn’t. The cuts and bruises on your arms said as much. He grinned, teeth as white as his hair flashing in the dim light. “Fuck you.”
He tsked softly, moving closer and spreading your thighs. “That’s not any way to speak to your Daddy. Not when I’m trying to help you.”
“I’m sore.”
“And crabby, just as I thought,” he added. “But maybe I can fix that…” He chuckled at your squeak as he lifted you by the hips, setting your wet, naked body on the edge of the bathing pool. His face slid between your thighs, kissing up the tender skin until his lips traced the seam of your cunt. “Relax, baby.”
His kisses turned to licks, coaxing your legs further apart until you listened. He rewarded you with a gentle suck to your clit. Your pussy fluttered and clenched, begging for more.
“This isn’t gonna relax me at all, only make me tighter.”
“Did you want me to stop, then?”
He smirked as your voice grew shy. “No…”
Dorian | Sensory Play
After accepting his magic and facing plenty of time to heal himself, I think Dorian would delight in finding ways to use his magic in ways that aren’t destructive. He spent a long time under the power of the Valg, which completely ruined his sense of control and his self perception that he could be good.
Being a dom, specifically a daddy dom, allows him to take back control while also taking care of someone else. He would love being needed and relied on. After the relationship develops, he brings up trying out his magic, and that becomes a good emotional outlet and a wonderful avenue to explore kinks.
“You know your safeword, right?”
“Yes,” you said with a little huff, but a reassuring smile. This was only the fifth time he was asking you. “It’s Damaris.”
“You know I have to ask.”
“I know, Daddy, it’s okay.”
“Good.” He nodded to himself before looping a silky red blindfold around the back of your hair, carefully putting it in place over your eyes.
The room went completely quiet, seconds of nothing but pure dark. Goosebumps raced up your arms in anticipation.
Soft, phantom fingers slid up your thighs, and you gasped. Hands, but not ones made of flesh and blood. They were as thin and silky as a shadow, and yet solid. They disappeared for a moment, only to return with their touch to your breasts. They cupped the soft mounds, squeezing gently as another set appeared to tug at your nipples.
You couldn’t count now, how many were there, holding you to the bed, cupping your now slick pussy. They traced over your entrance, teasing you with only a single knuckle as others pressed into your mouth, quieting you.
Dorian’s laugh echoed from somewhere in the corner of the room. “You’re in for a long night, my darling.”
Chaol | Escort
Chaol only knows one thing, which is to keep what he loves extremely close. Being a dom is one of his favorite things since it is an easy excuse to be hella possessive and protective over his partner. If someone even looks at them funny he’s sizing them up.
He would absolutely hate going out to events and seeing people ogle his sub, thinking they can look at what’s his. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it's that he doesn’t trust people around you. Luckily, you don’t mind feeling his hands on you everywhere you go.
“I’m thirsty, I’ll be right back.”
Chaol stiffened, but gave you a nod. Immediately his eyes were on watch, darting like an eagle through the sea of revelers. He was intent on separating the guests into predators and prey, determined to keep the former away from you. “Be quick.”
You didn’t bother picking up the skirts of your dress, knowing you’d need both hands free to hold tall flutes of champagne, one for yourself, and one for Chaol. As you leaned over the table to look for the bubbliest glasses, a hand slid up your back.
“Oh hi- hello…” It wasn’t Chaol. Any excitement in your voice faded out into uncertainty as a masked stranger leaned closer.
“Enjoying the evening?”
“Yes… I always enjoy visiting Terrasen, such lavish parties. And don’t get me started on the decor, do you think the gold is real? It’s so shiny-” you prattled on with a nervous smile, doing everything you could to ignore the way the stranger was moving ever closer.
“Thank you for the drink, my love,” a deep voice cut in, filling you with relief. “My wife is such a talker, isn’t she?”
You smiled brightly at the disgruntled stranger, even as you stepped on Chaol’s toes for the comment. “Ah-hah, yes. I lost myself in that thought,” you agreed.
“Oh, sounds like the next song is starting,” without another word Chaol was dragging you from the buffet table and brushing his lips against your ear. “Did he touch you?”
“Well, in a way, yes… but-”
His hand was already resting on the pommel of his sword, his jaw tight and his gaze boring into the figure.
“It’s okay, he didn’t hurt me…”
“Then perhaps I will make his death a quick one.”
“Daddy…”
Instantly Chaol was looking back at you, features softening at the pretty sound of your voice using his favorite name. “Alright, let’s just dance then. Show him that you're mine. And then later, I’ll show you again.”
Aedion | Threeway
Whoo hoo for SJM’s only canon bi character! I do believe Aedion would be a switch, but we’re here to talk about his dominant side today. I think Aedion would have no issues sharing his sub with another male, as long as he’s reassured that at the end of the day he’s the only one you want to share your life with.
He’s down to get dirty, knowing that being shared by two big strong men is one of your biggest fantasies. And hell, if it's a male he’s attracted to as well, then its even more fun for everyone. He would tease you about all your dirty thoughts and fully wreck you with the help of a friend.
“Slower, she likes it when you trace little circles and make her beg for it.”
“Aedion,” you whined as Ren Allsbrook, the male currently between your legs, gentled his pace. “Ah- fuck you.”
“Soon enough you will,” Aedion cooed, watching intently as your pussy grew slick. “I wonder which end I should take? My darling girl’s sweet mouth, or her even sweeter cunt… Have you a preference, Ren?”
The dark haired male lifted his face from where he had been lavishing your clit with soft kisses. “She’s yours, I’d be honored to ruin either.”
“That’s right,” Aedion said, a dark glint in his eye as he moved closer, pulling your head into his lap. “I get her pussy all I want, so perhaps I’ll give you a turn while I warm her mouth.” His rough fingers combed through your hair, brushing it back from your face as you obediently traced your tongue up his shaft. “Beg for me, darling.”
Ren paused his licks and sucks to watch, looking amused. It made your cheeks flush even redder. “Please.”
“Not like that, you can do better. Show our friend how good you are.”
“Please, Daddy…”
“That’s it, good girl,” he praised, cupping your face as he fisted his cock and slid it into your mouth. He turned his attention back to the other male. “And you, why don’t you show her a good time?”
Lorcan | Size Difference
A reminder that he is canonically over 7ft tall. Lorcan’s favorite thing is flaunting how much bigger he is than you. It doesn’t matter how tall you are, to him you’re just a tiny, useless little thing. He adores using your slow walking speed as an excuse to just pick you up and carry you around with him until you stop squirming.
Most of the time, he’s a gentle giant, acting like a tough guy until he’s cuddling you in bed. But if you call him daddy? All bets are off. If he’s feeling generous, he might prepare you a little, holding you over his lap and fingering you open. Most of the time, he sees fucking you raw as payback for getting him riled up.
“Come here, tiny”
“That’s not very nice,” you huffed, watching as he leaned back in a plush, fire-side armchair. He was the very picture of cocky, anticipating your complete needy obedience.
Well not today. “No,” you answered, crossing your arms.
“No?” The smug grin didn’t leave his face but he looked somehow more interested now. You had broken a pretty astonishing record of submission to him.
Maybe it was stress, mood swings, or just a sudden whim, but Lorcan didn’t deserve an easy fuck tonight. “No.”
He sat up a little straighter. “Come here.”
He cocked a brow at the way you bit your lip, spinning on a heel to race out the door to the den. A single creak echoed from the chair. Your only warning.
Near instantly Lorcan had you by the waist, lifting you up until your feet dangled above the ground. “Put me downnnn.”
“No whining. You’re gonna ride Daddy like a good girl,” he said sternly, sitting you in his lap and bunching your skirt up at your hips.
He practically ripped the front of his trousers in his haste to set you down on his cock, one powerful thrust pushing him home as he dropped you down on his lap.
“Ah-“
He smirked at the little cry from your lips as you wiggled, trying to slick up his cock to ease the feeling of the stretch. “Who’s fault is this?”
“Ah- mine…”
He stilled your movements, using his grip to force you down further. He wouldn’t stop until your cunt had swallowed him whole. “That’s right. Naughty girls don't get prep from Daddy. Go on now, take it like I know you can.”
Before i started "Queen Of Shadows" i wanted to look for a Chaol x Dorian x Reader fan fiction (One shot). With the recent events; AKA Chaol acting like a spoiled brat and hating on Aelin; i dont know if i still want that😭😔☹️.
Can’t wait for you to gives us the tog smutty smut we deserve 😮💨
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Pairings: Chaol Westfall x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f and m receiving), 69ing, face sitting, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, honey), slight overstim, chaol’s a needy boy
Summary: pwp, chaol’s desperate for you
Word count: around 1.2k
a/n: like this…? ;)
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Large hands are on your waist the moment you step through the door to your bedroom. A startled gasp slips past your lips and your world spins until your back is pressing against the wall. Familiar bronze eyes stare down at you and a sigh of relief washes over you. "Chaol! What are you doing here?" You shove your palm against his hard chest, cursing him for scaring you
It wasn't unusual for the Captain to sneak into your rooms, seeking you out. However, you had expected him to be in a meeting for a few more hours. Chaol simply smirks, leaning down to nose along your jaw. He squeezes your waist, stepping impossibly closer as his hand lifts to stroke the side of your neck. Your eyes flutter close, relishing in Chaol's touches. "I missed you, sweetheart," His breath tingles your skin.
You rest your head back against the wall, releasing a sigh, "You saw me this morning." Sliding your hands up his back, Chaol huffs a noise against your cheek, grumbling quietly. You laugh and loop your arms around Chaol's neck, "Don't you have meetings to attend, Captain?" You turn your head to lay your forehead against his.
Chaol's answering stare sends heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. You have to bite back a whimper threatening to escape. Chaol looks as if he's going to devour you. "I'm free for the rest of the day," He explains, hand sliding into your hair, he cups the back of your neck to tilt your head until your lips graze his. "And I plan to spend every second wrapped up with you, sweetheart."
You waste no time in pulling him closer, capturing his mouth with yours. Chaol moans, tongue darting out to explore your mouth. He paws you, knowing your body like the back of his hand, able to turn you into a mess so easily. You and Chaol ache for each other, hungry and frantic as you both rid one another of the clothing separating you from him.
Chaol barely has his pants past his knees before he pulls you towards the bed. He doesn’t care. Chaol needs you. Now.
You’re giggling as you tug him down with you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Chaol litters kisses along your neck, sucking on the sweet spot bellow your ear that has you groaning his name, wetness flooding between your legs. “I know, honey, I know,” He pants, breath fanning across your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Your hands roam his back, feeling the hard muscles moving beneath your palms.
“Chaol, please!” You arch up to him, Chaol’s hands squeezing your breasts, running calloused thumbs over your nipples. Dipping his head, Chaol takes a peaked bud in his mouth. He suckles, dragging a soft whine out of you. Your hips grind up, brushing your slick cunt against his cock. Chaol groans, his tongue circles your nipple before he swallows thickly, “Gotta taste you, sweetheart. Let me taste you.”
He rolls you both over. Chaol on his back under you. Biting your lip, you smile down at him, at his face, flushed by lust for you. “Get up here, pretty girl,” He sighs, growing impatient as your fingers trace his chest. You throw him a smirk, “Yes, Captain.”
You crawl up his body, Chaol’s eyes slowly raking down from your eyes to your sex. “You’re beautiful.” You flush, heating under his gaze. With your knees on either side of his head, he barely gets the chance to lift his head, licking a strip along your cunt before you’re drawing back with a sharp gasp. Chaol let’s out a noise of protect, “Sweetheart-”
“Shh, just trust me,” You silence him, turning around to face his legs, his cock standing proudly and heavily between them. Leaning down, your tongue drags a wet line down his stomach. Until your nose grazes the dark swirls of hair adorning the base of his length. Chaol curses and you he’s throwing his head back against the pillows.
Chaol’s large hands find your backside, his eagerness for a taste of your sweet cunt taking over him again as he spreads you apart for him. Your tongue meets his cock just as his finds your clit, the two of you moaning simultaneously. You push back to him, which he gladly accepts with a soft growl, beginning his feast. His tongue and lips work wonders to your cunt, you choke, taking a moment to bask in the feeling.
You let spit fall from your lips onto his cock, you wrap your hand around his length, smearing your saliva around as you stroke him. He bucks slightly when your lips encase his tip and you moan in response, sending vibrations along his cock. Chaol only buries his face further into your heat, tongue breaching your clenching hole.
He fills your mouth, taking his cock deeper with each bob of your head. You lap at the prominent vein along his cock, knowing how sensitive it feels. Your hand moves to gently fondle his balls, causing Chaol to groan loudly, “Fuck, sweetheart,” He mumbles into soaking heat, the sensations making you whine around him.
Chaol sucks your throbbing bundle of nerves, his tongue working in unison, flicking over your clit. His nose presses against your cunt and he inhales your scent deeply, groaning. You bob your head faster, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him. You love the stretch of your lips around his cock, more than happy to have him sheathed in your mouth, your throat, pleasuring him like only you can.
He’s hitting the back of your throat, making you gag lightly around him. Yet the sound of you sloppily working his cock is music to Chaol’s ears. It urges him to double, triple his efforts. He licks and sucks at your most sensitive places in the effective attempts to bring you as much pleasure as possible. You’re marking each other up with drool, messily drawing you both closer to impending climaxes.
You reach for each other, fingers intwining and squeezing as the telltale signs of you both being close to the edge become evident. The gently quivering of your thighs and the harsh twitching of Chaol’s cock against your tongue. You whines blend together, muffled by the heavy weight of his length in your mouth.
You and Chaol tumble over the edge together. Releasing hard into each other’s mouths. You swallow Chaol’s warm, thick seed with a happy hum, continuing to bob your head as he rides out his high. Chaol moans uncontrollably into your cunt, shoving you into overstimulation as he greedily laps up your release.
You have to pull away from one another as it all becomes too much. You’re both panting heavily, lazy grins spreading on your faces as you turn back to him on shaky legs. Chaol’s face in drenched in your slick and you can’t help but moan at the glistening sight.
You’re pulled into Chaol’s embrace, his hand cupping your face, thumb running over your wet lips. Chaol tugs your face close to his, sighing deeply, “There’s no way I’m letting you out of this bed, pretty girl.”
1. "Of course I came to save you. What kind of question is that, dumbass?"
2. "Oh my fucking God, you talk so much. Just kiss me already."
3. "I love you" "Well, I don't"
4. "I have loved you since we were fifteen, do you realize that? And when I'm finally over you, you think you have the right to say that?" "Are you over me?" "Of course not"
5. "Well, fuck you" "I'd prefer to do it with you"
6. "You know I'll always love you, but I can't do it anymore"
7. "What did you say?" "What?" "The last thing, what was it?" "Oh... I told you that I love you"
8. "Please, don't leave me" "I have no other choice"
9. "I'd do anything for you" "Well, I've never asked for that"
10. "My love, can you let me braid your hair?"
11. "You're strong, darling, but not enough"
12. "For God's sake, can you stop moving? I'm trying to stitch you up, dumbass"
13. "I can barely see you" "Please, don't close your eyes, I'm begging you, just stay with them open"
14. "I've never regretted something in my life more than I do now. I wish I've never met you"
15. "So you're in love with me" "No, I'm not" "Yes, you are"
16. "Why are you taking photos of me?" "Because I want to, now stop and smile."
17. "You're so rude" "And you love me"
18. "How could you do this to me?"
19. "I thought I could trust you"
20. "I thought I could trust you" "You always think the best in people, don't you, darling?"
21. "Are you coming to see the game?"
22. "Came here and I'll kick your ass" "Let's see who's better"
23. "Are you bleeding?" "I have things to distract myself, darling, don't worry" "I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU WHILE YOU'RE GUSHING BLOOD, STUPID"
24. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, please"
25. "Why are you so mean?" "Because you deserve it, now shut up"
26. "You ruined my life"
27. "Did you just tried to kill me?"
28. "I had a job, (character name), do you realize that? I had to kill you in (time) but I fell for you"
29. "Torturing you was the hardest thing I did in my entire life" no judgments.
30. "Who did this to you?"
31. "I'm going to kiss you now"
32. "Can I kiss you?"
33. "Are you sure you want it?" (I thought about smut in this one)
Ok, I'm the worst with prompts but I'm going to think about some more and I put it here, for now, is this.
Again, feel free to choose how many you want and send me in request with the character you want. I'll make yours as soon as possible, depends on how complex it is.
You did not consider yourself a Lady of the Court. Not in the slightest. You only held your title because of your father, who was one of the King's most trusted advisors. But you were not Ladylike in the least bit. You loved to run and have fun, get dirty and fight. You loved going on adventures. You didn't like the frilly dresses and gossip of the Crown Prince, or the endless parties and courtesans your friends sent to you.
You were pretty sure that was what caught the Captain of the Guard's attention in the first place. He'd seen you one day, coming inside the Palace and covered in mud, but with a smile on your face. He'd asked what you had done as if to discipline you, but he found himself engrossed in a story about how you chased a bird all around the courtyard, just because you wanted to pet it.
Ever since, he began accidentally running into you more and more, until the two of you began making plans to spend time together.
He was one of the few people who you genuinely enjoyed spending time with. He didn't expect you to be a Lady, he expected you to be yourself. That was just one of the many qualities about him that you had fallen helplessly in love with.
After a lot of begging, you had convinced Chaol to teach you how to use weapons. Usually, if you were ever in combat - as you sometimes were when you ventured out into the city - you would fight with your fist, but you wanted to know how to use a weapon. It would make you feel safer, and Chaol understood that - though he offered to go with you as protection instead.
Eventually you wore him down, and two times a week you would go to Brullo's weaponry, and Chaol would teach you sword fighting. You were never very good at it, but nonetheless you appreciated the lessons, and didn't plan on giving up.
"You're late," Chaol said jokingly as you walked into the weaponry. You saw him leaning against the far wall, his sword hung in its normal spot at his side, his hand resting on the hilt.
"Sorry," you said as you pushed your hair out of your face, and pulled it behind your head to tie back. "Kaltain sent another courtesan." Annoyance dripped from your voice. You knew Kaltain sent them just to anger you, because she knew you weren't interested. You hated her more than words could express, but your residency in the Palace depended on you being on good terms with everybody.
Chaol just chuckled as he pushed himself off of the wall. He approached you as you grabbed a sword off of the wall of weapons. "You think today is going to be your day?"
You knew exactly what he meant. You had yet to beat him in a duel, and he mocked you to no end about it. "I know it is," you said, smirking at him as you approached the dueling ring. You got into your fighting stance and faced Chaol, who just laughed at you.
"You're doing it wrong," he said between chuckled. He approached you and stood directly behind you - nearly on top of you - making your heart beat out of your chest. "Pull your left foot back a little bit," he said. "Until your heel hits my toes."
You did as he said, though you were hardly focusing on it. All you could focus on was the handsome man standing over you as he put his hands on your waist. "Turn a bit to the right," he said, gently pushing your body so you were facing the proper direction. He did not remove his hands though, and you turned to him. Your faces were so close, your noses just barely touching, eyes locked on each other. Just a few inches and you could-
"Arms out," he said, breaking your gaze and adjusting your arms so you held your sword out a little bit more. He let go of you, and your arms felt cold where his warm hands had just been. "Perfect."
You tried your hardest to steady your breathing as Chaol positioned himself across the ring from you. Your eyes trailed to his hands, and the way that he held his sword. Tightly, but not too tightly. You imagined him holding you like that, his strong arms wrapped around you as you went on adventures together, his lips-
You were on the ground in a second, and you nearly screamed at the shock. You had zoned out completely, and had not noticed Chaol charging at you, disarming you, and knocking you to the ground.
He smirked down at you. "Still think it's your day?" he asked with a laugh. He held himself over you still, but dropped his sword so that he was holding himself over you - if he attempted to do a push-up, he would have landed right on top of you.
You scoffed at him. "You cheated, I wasn't paying attention."
He smirked down at you. "No rules against that. Your enemy is gonna wait until you're distracted."
Your y/e/c eyes rolled. "Yeah, whatever."
His dark brown eyes met yours once again. "You know, I'm starting to think you're just pretending to be awful. I think you just like me pinning you down to the ground." He continued to smirk as a laugh escaped his lips, but you found yourself at a loss for words. "I know this is my favorite part," he said, and a hint of red crossed his face.
You just stared up at him, unsure of what to say. Was he possibly...Trying to make a move? No, no, he couldn't be. Chaol didn't feel that way about you.
After a moment, he picked himself up and held out his hand to you. "Come on, let's go again."
You nodded and took his hand, using it to pull yourself up. Once you were standing, you began to put yourself back into position, before a thought crossed your mind. You purposely positioned your body improperly, hoping that Chaol would assist you again.
He laughed and shook his head, walking over to you and standing directly behind you again. He placed his hands on your hips and said, "Heel to toes, y/n. Look down once your feet are positioned."
You slowly slid your foot back, and felt your leg brush up against Chaol's. Wait - was that his leg? It didn't really feel like one...
Chaol let out a small grunt as he began twisting your hips again, turning you to face the proper direction.
You turned your head to face him again, and saw his face had turned deep red.
That wasn't his leg.
What had caused that? Could it have been...you? You looked into his eyes, and couldn't help but blush as his eyes met yours. They came closer and closer until eventually, your eyes closed and your lips collided. You immediately dropped your sword on the ground and raised your arms to hang around his neck, but he pulled away.
"That was not safe," he said with a chuckle.
You just rolled your eyes. "You wanna lecture me about safety, or you wanna kiss me again?"
Instead of answering, he wrapped his arms around your waist and turned you to face him as his lips reconnected to yours. Your arms went back up to hand on his shoulders as he pushed himself against you, gently guiding you backwards until your back hit the wall. Your hand travelled down from his shoulder over his chest, sailing over his stomach, until you reached the area where you knew he needed you most. You pressed your hand against the bulge beneath his pants, and he let out a low grown.
You slid your other hand down and began to unbutton his pants as his lips moved from yours to your neck. Once the button was undone and the zipper was opened, Chaol bit down gently on a certain spot that had you letting out your own moan.
You didn't care that you were in a technically-public place. You didn't care that someone could walk in at any time. You just cared that Chaol was there, and he wanted you.
Chaol pulled away from you for a second to life your tunic over your head and threw it on the ground behind himself. He didn't seem to care much either about the publicity.
You rolled your hips against his, causing you both to let out moans. The heat between your legs was more intense than it had ever been, you wanted him so badly. Your lips began attacking his neck as he played with the button of your pants, only pulling away for a moment to pull off his black shirt before quickly reattaching. You didn't want to leave any marks because that could lead to suspicion and issues for him, but you still bit down light enough for him to feel.
You didn't notice that he'd gotten your pants off until you felt his fingers dancing around your entrance. You gasped slightly at the contact and moaned as he pushed a digit inside of you - followed closely by two more. This was not your first time, but you found yourself wincing a bit at the sting.
Chaol's lips captured yours again as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, and once the pain was entirely replaced by pleasure, you found yourself thrusting into his fingers. It didn't take long before your breathing was coming in pants, and Chaol knew you weren't going to last much longer.
You wanted to kick him between the legs when he pulled his fingers out.
He smirked at you as he sucked your juices off his fingers, one by one. You bent down and smirked back at him as you pulled his pants and underwear down his legs, and placed his bulging member into your mouth.
Chaol let out a loud moan, and you pushed him into your mouth as far as you could until you gagged. You sucked him for a second before pulling back and focusing your mouth on his head, while one of your hands began playing with his balls. He let out another moan and thrusted into your mouth, and that cycle continued until his thrusts were becoming sloppy. You pulled yourself off of him and stood up, reaching down and grabbing the waistband of your pants to pull them up, when he grabbed your wrist.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
You shrugged your shoulders and smirked at him. "I didn't get to finish, neither do you." You had every intention of finishing, either with or without him.
He pulled your hand away from your pants, and they dropped back onto the floor. "I fully intended to finish the job," he said, catching your lips in his yet again as he lined himself up at your entrance. You moaned as he pushed himself into you, and your fingers dug into his back as you adjusted to his size.
"Gods," you panted, your chin resting on his shoulder.
"You haven't seen anything yet," he said, and you felt him smirk as he began moving in and out of you. Slowly at first, but his pace began to build up until he was practically slamming you into the wall behind you.
Your head leaned back on your shoulders as you moaned yet again, and Chaol's mouth attached to one of your breasts.
"Chaol," you called out as you struggled to keep yourself standing. He was hitting a spot inside of you that you never thought possible, and you knew you were close. You began pushing against him, pushing him even deeper inside of you, and you couldn't hold it. Within seconds, you released all over him as another moan escaped your lips.
Chaol's mouth released your breast and went up to your neck again. "Almost there," he grunted into your ear quietly. You reached down and took his balls in your hand as he pounded in and out of you, and within a minute you felt your insides warming up as he released inside of you.
He waited a moment before removing himself from you, putting his hands on either side of your head to hold himself up as he leaned over you. "Wow," he gasped between heavy breaths.
You tried to steady yourself on your feet, but instead found yourself tumbling to the ground. Chaol caught you before you hit it and laughed.
"That good, huh?" he asked you with yet another smirk.
You smiled at him and nodded as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. "Better than good," you said quietly.
Summary: Anon Request: I want to pose seductively on his work desk while he frets about the important papers I’m lying on and annoy him until he doubts his sanity because he doesn’t understand why he’s into that
Warnings: Smut!
Word Count: 2,710
Notes: I'm not even sorry. I love him. 🤭
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“Move.” Is the first thing Chaol says when he enters his room and sees you lying across his desk like a cat stretched out in its favorite spot.
There’s nothing sweet about the way he says it. His brown eyes are sharp and his jaw twitches where it’s set in a harsh line. A direct order from the captain of the guard, from your Lord that you should obey, but don’t want to. There are important papers strewn beneath your body, organized in importance of when they needed to be read and responded to, and if you so much as shift or crumple one–
“Chaol,” you tsk, more than ready to play this little game of his. He can deny you left and right, until the sun's fires die out or the clocktower falls down, but he’s no match for your stubbornness. “I thought I might deliver you a message myself.”
Perhaps that’s why you keep coming around, why he gives into you more often than not. It’s a challenge that you both yearn for. You see each other for what you truly are.
“I said move,” he responds roughly. His strides are long as he makes his way closer, rounding the corner of his desk to stare down at you. His hand rests lazily on the hilt of his sword, though you know he’d never use the weapon against you, especially not when you’re splayed across the dark oak desk with hardly anything covering the parts he’s trying so hard not to peer down at. “And it’s Lord Chaol to you.”
“Lord,” you hum, liking the way it tastes on your tongue. You enjoy even more the way that those brown eyes spark, but his gaze doesn’t falter, not even as you drag a hand over your thigh, leering up at the man towering over you. “That sounds good, doesn’t it?” you ask, licking your lips as you watch Chaol work to swallow.
The hand on the hilt of his sword tightens, his teeth nearly cracking as he grinds them. “I have work to do,” he grits, but you’re eye level with his trousers, and his cock tells you otherwise.
“You work too much,” you pout, wanting to reach out and press your fingers against the softness of his shirt. The body beneath is packed with muscle, hours upon hours of honing his body to become Captain of the Guard. You’re well familiar with it.
“I have to,” a muscle in Chaol’s jaw twitches, his brown eyes flickering as he watches you.
“Well,” you smirk, spreading your legs wider for him, a languid smile curling at the corners of your mouth. “If you have to work, I can think of a few things you can help me with.”
Chaol doesn’t falter.
Gods, does he play this game well, but so do you, holding that simmering gaze as you trail your fingers up your body, watching for that moment like a hawk.
Up and up and up your fingers graze across your pert nipples but Chaol offers you nothing more than a bored look. His stare is unwavering as you play with yourself. There’s no flicker of muscle in his jaw that means he’s grinding his teeth, trying to hold himself back. No twitch of the deeply calloused fingers trying to curl into fists before they find your body.
But you’re just as good at playing with him, stretching out long across his desk. Papers shift beneath you and you nearly knock off the quill still dipped into the pot of ink where he’d left it after receiving a hasty report you’d made up so you could sneak into his room clad in a sparse silk nightgown that leaves little to the imagination.
He is understandably annoyed.
Slowly, you trace your way back down, fingers curling into the smooth fabric before you’re tugging it up just enough to show off the lace undergarment you’d recently purchased on your way back from rounds of the city, already wet with excitement for the Lord.
Your mouth parts in a slight gasp as you brush across your cunt and there. You spot the shift in his eyes, the flicker of chocolate gone molten.
You grin like a wolf.
It takes all of three seconds for Chaol to remove the scabbard from his hip, placing it down perfectly before he’s gripping your hips in strong hands and twisting you to face him as he gets to his knees.
You bite your lip but it doesn’t keep the smile off of your face. Chaol growls low at that look, the smugness in your eyes, and your cunt flares with fire at the pointed stare he’s giving you, letting you know that you’re about to get it.
He nips at the soft skin of your thighs with sharp teeth, eliciting a sharp yelp from you that does nothing to deter him from hooking your legs over his shoulders.
Gods, does he look perfect like that. Silken hair dark and sticking up in places you know he’s run his own frustrated fingers through it, blazing eyes the color of smoldering coal as he looks down at you, still towering over you even when he’s on his knees for you. The width of his shoulders are a feat of their own, and his hands span across each of your thighs, fingertips pressing into the meat there to keep you still as you shift closer.
“The message,” he grumbles, but his eyes are on you no longer, instead watching with an intensenes that rushes through your body as he pulls the cloth covering your cunt to the side.
You can feel his breath so close to the place you want it most. “What?” you blink, hardly able to focus as he inches closer and closer.
“You said you were to deliver me a message,” he answers, grip slackening as he tentatively licks at your glistening heat. Your hands find his hair immediately, urging him to continue with a whimper but the veins in his neck pop as he holds himself back. “I want you to read me the message while I taste you.”
His breath is hot against your core and your fingers shake as you remove them from his hair, searching blindly for the first piece of paper on his desk. There’s no message, it had been another ruse to get underneath his skin. Your fingers grasp desperately and you nearly tear the letter in half as he finally presses forward, devouring your sweet cunt like a drowning soldier.
The paper shakes in your grip as you hold it above you but with the way he’s licking at your clit and fucking into you with his tongue you’re unable to read, mind swirling and eyes rolling into your skull with pleasure.
Your toes curl against his back and you arch as he sucks your sensitive bud, flickering his tongue against it in brutal, fervent motions.
That familiar feeling is already coiling your gut, hot strokes of flames threatening to burst from your body as he works, your fingers tightening in his hair while your nails punch holes into the paper crumpled in your grip.
Just as you’re about to crest he halts and you curse, a whimper slipping from your lips that gives him the higher ground in this game for two.
“Well?” he asks, and you lift your head from the desk, staring down at him over your heaving chest. His lips are glistening with your wetness, eyes bright and the challenge there has you jerking your hand that’s buried in his hair.
The asshole doesn’t yield an inch.
Instead, a dark brow cocks, “Are you going to read it then?”
You swallow roughly but Chaol is unaffected by your glare, rubbing his thumbs in encouragement. The higher you raise the letter to read, the closer he moves back to your cunt.
But you’re a stubborn soldier, placing the paper between you and him so you don’t have to look at that smirk, those taunting brown eyes as he holds your ability to cum.
You swallow roughly, breath hitching in your throat as his tongue dips between your legs as you speak. “This one is from Dorian,” you choke, and it’s desperate. Desperate because you need him to let you finish badly but also because you ache to gain the better hand in this game you’re both masters at.
“It says,” you answer his knowing pause of movement. “‘Lord Westfall, you should treat your companion with more respect, or I shall show you how a woman should truly be worshiped.’” It doesn’t say anything close to that, but his mouth feels so amazing against your heat that you can’t even make out the sprawling ink across the page. This one isn’t even from the King.
You yelp as Chaol nips your clit. Punishment for your lies. His calloused fingers dig into the meat of your thighs in warning but all it does is make you moan, make you writhe on his desk and grind your cunt against his tongue.
But it’s the wrong thing to say because he’s pulling away, tossing your legs from his shoulders as he stands. His body is tight with tension as he stares down at you, eyes gone dark.
You open your mouth to say something, say anything, but there’s a light slap to your throbbing cunt that has you crying out and staying silent. Chaol’s gaze keeps you pinned and unmoving to the desk but instead of leaving you with less than an orgasm, he begins peeling off his clothes.
“You think Dorian can do better?” He grunts the question, revealing his glistening chest in the buttery light casting through the large windows. It makes your mouth dry and you ache to lean up and lap the beads from the corded muscle of his abdomen.
You stutter, still reeling from the lack of orgasm his deliciously soft tongue and calloused fingers had nearly pulled from you. Your body is vibrating with need, even more so when he strips you of your clothes and shoves his own pants over his cut hips as he fists his beading cock.
“No answer for that, huh, soldier?” Chaol snarls, guiding your thighs to wrap around his taut waist. He grimaces when he sees the papers beneath where you were lying as he adjusts you with ease, cock lining up to your cunt. They’re crumpled, stained, and the ink is spreading with the wetness that coats them. Ruined. Just like you’re about to be.
He takes his cock in hand, rubbing it through your slickness and the motion drives you mad. Close, he’s so fucking close to being inside of you, pressing you so hard into the desk that you leave an indentation in the wood. You need him, now.
Chaol seems to know that, too, the look in his eyes says so. And then he does.
“This is how this is going to work, soldier,” he growls, pressing into you in one long stroke. It makes your breath falter and your mind go dumb. Chaol rips your hands from where they’re trying to claw marks into the wood and guides them up over your breasts to squeeze. He then moves on up to your throat to cut off your air while the other glides down to your clit, his fingers pressing yours into the swollen bud. It makes you gasp and your legs shake.
“Please,” you beg. You need him to move his hips, pull that hot cock from inside you only to press in further. You need him to dominate you, press against you until you can’t even breathe, paint the walls of your cunt white with his cum.
“You’ll do as I say,” he only answers your plea, a shift of his hips has him moving but not enough.
“Chaol,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut. The way he’s working you with your own fingers is incredible, a leader through and through. The feeling is almost otherworldly, but you need him pumping into you like he needs order. “Please!”
He leans over you and you can feel the cording of his muscle as his body presses flush to yours. His breath is hot in your ear as he nips the shell, hand trapped between the both of you but still working you in slow circles. “You hear me, soldier?”
“Yes, captain,” you respond desperately. Your nimble hands slip from his grasp before he has a chance to tighten his grip further. He growls but it wavers as you wrap your arms around his neck, sliding down his shoulders so your nails can dig into his back, a desperate attempt to urge him on. A harsh thrust has him moving but it’s a warning that has you correcting your mistake. “Lord,” you gasp, “Yes, Lord Westfall.”
He hums appreciatively, rewarding you with his lips the same time as he drags his hips from yours only to shove back in with unwavering certainly.
Your moan is lewd and he swallows it whole. You let him take control, no longer wanting to play this game now that you have him. He’s deep inside of you, broad body up against yours as he takes you on his desk, work forgotten.
His tongue dances with your own and his elbows brace either side of your head, biceps bulging as he digs his fingers into your hair, keeping you from being shoved up too far up his desk.
Chaol’s movements don’t falter. Each thrust of his hips is a godsend, a weapon all of its own, and you’ll gladly take it. It’s as if he knows your cunt is sparking with the beginnings of an orgasm because he’s pulling away from your soft lips and staring down at you through lust-lined eyes. “You want more, soldier?”
“Yes, Lord,” you answer immediately, moaning as he pistons his hips faster. He leans his weight onto one propped arm and you oogle the packed on muscle. His free hand snakes down your body, hooking beneath your knee to prop your leg up, effectively sinking into you further. It causes you to keen, scratching for purchase along the planes of his back.
“You want to cum, soldier?” His voice is as rough, a captain giving orders.
“Please, Chaol.”
He dips down to taste his name on your lips with a domineering growl of his own. It makes your cunt clench around his hot cock, driving you nearer and nearer to your edge.
Chaol pulls away. His arm shakes like he physically has to use effort to pull himself from you. At his full height he takes you in, hair sprawled across his desk, fingers urgently trying to latch onto any of his skin that you can find. Your eyes drink him in just as he does you, the long lines of his hips cutting into abdominals that could put any man to shame. His rugged handsomeness that had you panting after him like some love-sick girl. And to be looked at the way he’s looking down at you, despite this thing between the both of you that neither of you will confront, you love it.
“Then cum,” he grunts his final order, one large hand coming to rest on your hip, the other…those calloused fingers find your clit and work you with the skill of a man trained for war. “Like the obedient soldier you are.”
You heed his command, stars blooming behind tightly shut eyes as he drags your orgasm from you. It wracks your body like a wave and Chaol’s fingers find your own, letting you hold on tight as he continues to thrust into you.
He groans, the sight of you swallowed by your pleasure is everything he swore he’d never let himself have. You, the woman that threatens to turn him into some simpering man, panting for your love, you’re it for him.
Chaol cums inside of you, a sound breaking from his throat that would embarrass him if he cared. But buried deep into your heat as he unleashes into you, he doesn’t give a single damn.
He’d let you win this game any day, everyday, if it means that he can have you here like this instead.
