Wealthy af Magister Pavus spoiling Lavellan rotten. The joy he gets from going and getting his Amatus all these unnecessary, luxurious goodies, and brims with joy whenever he sees him wearing that one little accessory he knew he would love. Consideration goes into each present, and he wraps them himself with fancy bows and paper.
Wealthier than before, but still not as wealthy as Dorian, Lavellan, not knowing what to do with half of the things the mage gives/sends him and worrying that he’s spending too much on the him. Yet, he can’t help feeling reassured of Dorian’s adoration with every little gift. When people compliment one of the gifts, inquiring as to where he got it, he replies proudly; “It was a gift from Magister Pavus.”
I was just catching up on Shadowhunters and I love how when Alec was told he was going to have to get married, his reaction was literally just like, “Not today, Satan. Not today.” as he fucked off and didn’t even come home for the night.
A kings throne can be used for other things than just sitting on. Imagine sitting on Thorin's throne naked.
Sorry it turned into smut. I couldn’t help myself. Do you mind? ;)
Finally the meeting was over. The whole damn day and long into the night they have been talking about everything what he, as the king, need to know or has to decide over.
His councilors already left to their chambers to get the desired rest. Not so Thorin. He makes his way the the throne room, for thinking and maybe even relaxing a bit before sleep. Expecting you to already laying in your bed, taking your night rest.
Damn. I promised her to be there tonight.
He thinks to himself, knowing you would understand but upset after all that he could not spend time with you again.
A few hours before
You just finished your beauty routine. Still dwelling in the huge bath you let your mind walk.
He is not coming today either you thought to yourself. You sighed. Understanding he must fulfill his duties but damn it you wanted to be with him. Talking, relaxing, cuddling. You imagined his deep husky voice which brings you chills up your spine, his long silky hair and his muscular body.
Bad enough your loving heart yearns for your king to be by your side, your body does miss him as well. Nights over nights you were wet for him. Laying in the large bed waiting for him to arrive and become one again, but it never happened. There was just too much work for him to do right now.
These nights you simply pleasured yourself, although it never satisfied you enough. You need to feel your most beloved right next to you. Into you.
He was in no better mood. Also yearning to be one with you again, but can’t the last days. Your desire became unbearable. To that point that you nearly walked around every day dripping with lust.
I never imagined that one could slide away like this when you make love to someone you truly love.
And then you make a decision.
‘All right your majesty, I take the lead now. If you don’t come to me, I need to come to you.’ you said smirking, preparing yourself for your plan.
'My queen? Are you alright? To whom are you talking to?’ your handmaiden asked worriedly from outside the bath.
'Eh! No one. Thank you Gori. You can leave work for the day. I see you tomorrow then.’
'So early? T-thank you my queen! May I assist you with something or bring you something before I take my leave?’
'No no, thank very much. I appreciate that. Have a nice evening!’
'Your too kind, my queen.’ the young dwarven handmaiden said happily and left.
Still in his thoughts about you, Thorin didn’t even notice he is half way away from the throne as he hears a familiar voice.
'Evening my king.’ you say softly.
He says nothing. Eyes widened.
Beguilingly beautiful you sit on the kings throne, veiled in a large cloak of silk fabric. Completely bare underneath. He did not now that yet though.
’(Y/N)? I thought you were sleeping.’
He steps closer and stops where the steps to the throne begin.
'No. I couldn’t sleep. Like so many nights before. I miss you.’
His face becomes a frustrated expression.
'I’m sorry my love. I do miss you as well. But you know I-’
'Yes.’ your soft voice interrupting him.
'I understand. Don’t worry. You are the king. With that responsibility comes a lot of duties. But don’t forget that I love you. That is why I am here.’
’(Y/N)…’ Thorin whispers between his teeth. He looks like he is in pain.
Is he thinking I’m going to leave him now or so? You smile. 'My love. My king. My Thorin. I came here to make you forget all your duties and worries for a time.’
You stand up from the kings chair and let the cloak run down your shoulders. Now resting on your wrists, still holding it upwards. Exposing your naked body. His mouth goes dry and his eyes grow dark. His lower half filling itself with heat and his member twitching in the sight of his wife. Immediately blood rushing to where it was needed.
'When was the last time you took me?’
'My love.’ He blushed 'Here?’
'Yes here. A kings throne can be used for other things than just sitting in my opinion. I’m tired of doing it myself. I am yearning for you, don’t you see.’ you touched your lower body half 'I need you right here. Inside me.’ You let the cloak fall to the ground as Thorin passes the few steps up to the throne and kisses you passionately. Forcing his tongue into your mouth, heavy breathing. By witnessing your wet and glistening womanhood with his sweet juices he always likes to taste his pants become more and more tighter.
'What if someones coming?’ he asks between the kissing. Leaving your mouth and trailing down your neck.
'I don’t care.’ you moan.
'Your right. Besides everyone is asleep. You should keep quiet.’
'Your screaming and moaning, my love. Loud. I love that but these halls are echoing.’ he smirks and you blush deeply.
’D-don’t say such embarrassing things. Ah!’
He chuckles as he licks and nips your hard nipples, massaging your breasts. Your knees shaking.
'If someones coming I have to carve his eyes out. No one is allowed to see my woman bare. To see you in ecstasy like this. Except me.’
You smile happily to yourself and take his face in your hands, up to your mouth.
'Always and forever your woman Thorin. Claim me.’
Your womanhood throbbing he lifts you up and throws you on the throne. Facing him, legs half spread you watch how he undresses his lower half. His trousers fall to his ankles, his bare macular chest with his soft chest hair exposing through the now opened tunic. You let your hand trail from his chest down to his member. Standing dangerously erected, thick and twitching. Already a few drops of precome peaking out of his tip. He groans and suddenly takes your hand roughly.
'Turn around.’ you hear Thorins husky voice filled with desire. 'I’ll have you this way first.’
He turns you around, your hands resting on the thrones armrests. His large strong hands coming to your hips shoving himself into you with one thrust.
You gasp in surprise and of the slight amount of pain. But you were wet enough to take him.
'I’m sorry love! Ugh your so tight. I’m finally inside you. Ah you feel so good around me.’ ,he pants ,'I try to do it slow.’
Your cheeks grow hot and reddened over his words. He starts to thrust into you slowly.
'Ah! D-don’t say such embarrassing things.’
'Why not? I know you like it.’ He smirks. You turn your head to face him with red cheeks. 'Your pussy is so wet and tight. How did I survived these last days.’
He ankles his hips and jerks upwards hitting your sweet spot. You let out a loud voluptuous moan.
'Quiet love.’ trying hardly to keep his own groans unheard.
Your moans only fire him up, thrusting now hard and rough into you. He knows you like it rough, though he tries to take it slowly this time, because he did not have you in such a long time. Apparently failing to do so. The black haired dwarf knows he would no longer be able to control himself.
’T-thorin I’m going to- AAAAHH !!’ you couldn’t finish your sentence. Tightening around his cock you came screaming, immediately covering your mouth to muffle your love moans. Still thrusting into you, hitting your spot everytime so you could ride out your whole orgasm, your husband comes as well. A deep groan escaping his throat, shooting his seed inside you. He bits down at the right side of your lower back.
Still breathing heavy you sit on his lap. He placed the two of you gently on the throne and covered you half with the cloak. Leaning against his chest, his strong arms around you.
'I’m sorry I came inside you.’
'Nah… It’s okay.’ you closed your eyes feeling his seed squeezing out of you on his thigh. Looking up at him you talk innocently 'You know I was going to give you a special treatment. My full service you know. Satisfying you. I did not assume you would like to have me immediately.’
He looks down on you and chuckled.
'I was missing you the last days as well as you me. What makes you think I am not satisfied? I enjoyed your body, voice and your love within deeply.’ He kisses your lips softly. 'But… I think..’, the dwarf touches your hard nipples, 'I’d like to have you again.’
You can feel his cock stiffening against your legs.
'It would be my pleasure.’ you said grinning mischievously, lifting yourself up and placing your legs on both sides of his body. Holding yourself up right above his thick cock. Which is slick with your juices from your previously love making.
'Mahal it will.’
You lower yourself onto him, your body sucking him in in one moisty move. His hands and your hips lifting you up and down. You gasp. Feeling him twitching inside you. Rubbing along your inner walls.
'Ah (Y/N) I love you. I love you so much.’
'Thorin… forever. I love you forever.’
He slams you down on him, nearly screaming.
You hands cling onto his tunic. Caressing his chest. Your tongues find their ways to one another a begin battling. You deepening the kiss as long as you can, but the ecstasies forcing you both to break free to breath heavily. Moaning and panting he speeds up. Your liquids leaking out your lower body onto his lap, mixed with his seed. The sound of your bodies meeting. Wet sounds as your cunt squeezes its walls, indulging his thick member totally, nearly pumping the mixed fluidness on his lap. Your orgasm is building up again. You close your eyes and lower your head. ‘Look at me.’ obeying him you meet his eyes. ‘(Y/N) I am close.’ Thorin pants.
You smile. He moves his left hand thump to your swollen clit without leaving your hip. You gasp, moaning loudly as you feel your orgasm will come in a few seconds.
'Let’s come together. May I release inside you?' You chuckle between your groans. ‘Mh ah.. your asking now? You already have.’
His grip on your hips tightens, nearly painfully. Feeling him twitching you give him permission ‘Yes ah release your seed inside me, oh please.’
He heaves a loud groan not caring anymore if anyone would hear them. You came with him, tightening.
In silence you cling to one another, catching your breaths.
'I must admit… I thought you were going to leave me.’ the king under the mountain looks straight into your eyes, your bodies still connected.
'How could you think of such nonsense. I belong to you.’
‘My queen. My love. (Y/N). I am yours and you are mine.’
'Pass death, forever I am.’
Sorry I just love this Game of Thrones quote. It’s so beautiful!
And Gori is a female dwarf name and a character I put into this story. She does not exist in the books.
So they make it abundantly clear that soulless Sam got around. Heck they had an entire episode of the bad guy getting revenge by offing all the girls Sam had slept with.
He was id-incarnate, and he couldn’t sleep. I’m willing to be that for the year Sam spent without Dean, he was with a different woman every night.
Soulless Sam also doesn’t strike me as the kind of stand-up guy to use a condom every time. It seems like the kind of morally-gray thing Sam would try to pull off when he lacked all empathy. He did what benefited him and took advantage of anything for which the consequences wouldn’t hurt him. He knew it was highly unlikely he’ll ever see any of these women again, so he’d never have to deal with anything that came as a result.
This makes me believe there could very well be a bastard child out there belonging to Sam Winchester. Exactly as Ben is to Dean.
I headcanon that this woman, whoever she was, called up the number on the card this “Agent” had left with her, got Bobby Singer on the line, and insisted she talk to Sam. Callbacks probably aren’t unusual since monsters can slip under the radar and return, but as soon as Bobby heard it’s about a child he reluctantly claimed no relation to the agent she’s looking for. Above all else, they needed to keep Sam’s past away from him. Protect him from anything that might scratch the wall.
So instead Bobby told Dean–Dean who was right in the middle of realizing he was going to lose Ben and Lisa–and Dean knew he couldn’t put Sam through that same thing. He couldn’t let Sam deal with that kind of heartbreak and loss, so he kept the child a secret.
I figure Cas knows about the child too, because the Winchesters are basically Heaven’s royal family so all angels are in the know. He feels personally responsible for Sam’s soulless actions so he vows to keep an eye on the child, watch her from a distance, make sure she’s safe. One day he gets reckless and possesses one of the girl’s friends in order to get closer, and word gets out that there is a little child claiming to be possessed by an angel.
Sam and Dean catch wind of this. They travel to the town, meet the possessed girl, and Sam comes face to face with the woman he left and the daughter he never met.
Sam, giant Sam, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his four year old daughter in his lap. She reaches up and plays with his hair and smiles. Sam smiles back even though the look shatters him inside. Sam dealing with the guilt of leaving this woman with a child and the betrayal of Dean and Cas never telling him.
And behind him, very quietly, speaking from experience Dean whispers, “You know you can’t stay with her.”