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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

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SFW🌿

⭑ You all had mutual crushes on each other. But played it off as wanting to be good friends.

⭑ There was always sexual attention when you were in the same room together.

⭑ You liked both of them because they had a fire, a stubbornness where they could command the most intimidating of soldiers.

⭑ But they both had tenderness to them - a feminity that made your heart swoon.

⭑ Elide gave you longing looks, while Yrene couldn’t keep you out of her head.

⭑ Although none of you are married to the other, you have an agreement that it’s just the three of you. In a closed relationship.

⭑ Elide is very cuddly and likes to have her hair brushed. While Yrene worries over the pair of you - have you eaten? Are you cold?

⭑ You love both of them dearly. It’s like you were all meant to be.

⭑ People do question and there are rumours. But Aelin shuts them down.

⭑ Yrene was the one who gave word to the thought of being together. All three of you, in one relationship. It took you a while to get your head around it. Elide had a lot of curious questions - how would we sleep? What if we feel left out?

⭑ Others were confused about your relationship. Polyamory was mostly attributed to men, and they even take one wife.

⭑ But this was different - you loved each other equally and didn’t want anyone else but this.

⭑ Yrene is usually the more responsible one; she has the common sense that you and Elide like to forget.

⭑ You have an extra large bed that fits all three of you - since you combine incomes.

⭑ You all like to sit beside the fireplace (you all live together) each doing their individual thing. Yrene sitting on a rocking chair, a book in her hand. While Elide is falling asleep on the floor, in front of the warmth.

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ A lot of threesomes. Elide and Yrene take turns in being the dominant individual.

⭑ There are times when you have sex separately. Especially if someone is away doing something for Aelin.

⭑ But when you’re all together, the passion leaves your head whirling.

⭑ Together, with three bodies - there’s endless touching, pulling, kissing, biting.

⭑ Like one form you move together, moaning and whining at the light touches. It always progresses though; into something faster, more lustful. Like you cannot get enough of each other.

⭑ Sex is always creative - someone takes the lead while the other two worship the dom’s body. No one is left out, and there’s not a body part that hasn’t been grabbed or touched.

⭑ Elide usually likes to be in the middle of things - since she’s the one who often feels left out the most. But it’s untrue; just her insecurities creeping up on her. As well as her inexperience.

⭑ Yrene likes her hair pulled, while Elide likes to be choked.

⭑ No one is quiet - it’s like a chorus of pleasure. Each one of you letting out immense bliss from your lips.

⭑ Yrene likes to eat Elide’s ass; her cheeks high in the air on all fours. While Yrene slides her nose over her sensitive core. You’re behind Yrene, your naked body pressed to her back, hands cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples.

⭑ Aftercare is one of the best parts of polyamory. No one is cold, and all three of you will bathe each other, kiss the bruises and go back to bed. Holding onto the other, hands holding arms, and legs laid over bodies.

#elide lochan #yrene towers #headcanons #dating would include #throne of glass #polyamourous #poly #elide x reader x yrene #elide x reader #elide lochan x reader #yrene towers x reader

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queentala · 1 year

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Yrene towers and Elide lochan for the poly headcannons?

Cottage core lesbians, cottage core lesbians, cottage core lesbians!!!!!!

This is the most healthy relationship you could ever be in (and it’s not because Yrene is a healer)

Basically zero conflicts, zero arguments, just vibing and enjoying each others presence

Elide, being the Lady of Perranth, needs to be in her city almost all the time, and not wanting to be away form her, you and Yrene moved in with her, both of you finding jobs in the castle

Having important jobs, often all of you come back to your shared chambers late, exhausted and sore. But even after the worst day you could imagine, you always go back to your rooms with the biggest smile, as you know the two women you love the most in the world are already waiting for you there

Evenings are the best part of the day

The three of you just lay in front of the fireplace with warm tea and some sweet snacks like muffins and fruits, cuddled up between the piles of blankets and pillows, sharing the news of the day or just enjoying the time spent together in comforting silence

A lot of delicate touches, gentle caresses and hair playing

And the kisses are so soft that it feels like you’re melting

Everything in general is so soft, so gentle and comforting, as if the life was going on in slow motion

Despite tons of responsibilities, sometimes you manage to find time only for yourselves and flee from the city for few days

Often you go to your cottage in the middle of the forest, not that far from city, in case of emergency, but far away enough that no one bothers you there

Both Elide and Yrene share love for horses (I do as well) so one hundred percent you also have a private stable near that cottage. Mostly you have rescue or old horses that just want to live a peaceful life, but you also keep few thoroughbreds that you love taking on all day long rides through the green lands of Terrasen

The main goal of every trip is to find a perfect place for a picnic

You take out all the sweets the three of you baked the day before, and lay in the grass enjoying the warm sun on your skin, laughing and braiding flowers into each others hair

Another activity all of you enjoy is gardening

The garden is divided into three main parts: all kind of herbs for Yrene, fruit trees, patches and shrubs for you, and all kind of colorful flowers for Elide

The amount of time and work you’ve put into this place is astronomical but as the years pass and al those trees and bushes grow bigger, the garden is becoming more and more magical

I don’t know why but I feel like there��s a lot of cats in this relationship...

Animals in general... It started with few horses, then suddenly one day Elide brought home two kittens and with a blink of an eye now you have full stable, a cat in every corner of your house, rabbits, ducks, a hedgehog even, and gods know what else

Your wardrobe is full of cute dresses, corsets and skirts that you all love to share and combine them to create new outfits. You were very surprised when it turned out that Yrene, the girl that owned three dresses even when she could have a whole damn room full of them, has the best taste in style

From then on you and Elide always ask her opinion on your outfits and beg her to do your hair

It might seen like Elide and Yrene are not gossip girls but turns out they’re completely the opposite

Of course they are always kind to everyone and would never hurt anyone’s feelings because of rumors, but behind the closed door of your rooms, they know all the drama that’s going on in the whole city, and neither of them is ever sparing the spicy details...

Another thing that happens only behind closed door and honestly might surprise some people...

I think a lot of people think Yrene is the mommy, but I believe it’s Elide that likes having her face between someone’s legs

There’s no really sub-dom dynamic in your bedroom but here’s bottom-top, with Yrene being bottom and you and Elide switching

The sex with them is gentle and passionate, but in the way that makes you see stars and sets your skin on fire

I almost forgot about periods!!

Whenever any of you gets her time of the month, the affection gets two times bigger. And given that there’s three of you, almost always someone have their period, what is an amazing excuse to ignore work and take a warm bath together or eat more muffins

Yrene is amazing at giving massages and often with Elide you take advantage of that. Yrene rolls her eyes every time but in reality she loves the feeling of your skin and could never give up and occasion to touch you

And Elide, cunning little thing, is an amazing story teller. She’s great at coming up with tales and with Yrene you’re more than happy when she tells you them to sleep

So yeah, Elide and Yrene > everyone else

#elide lochan x reader #elide x reader #yrene towers x reader #yrene x reader

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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hello! Dorian and reader had a bad argument and reader acts like she's right but then she understands she's wrong and now she has to make it up for him? And it's very hard for her. (And Dorian teases her a little about it?)

Thank you

I don't know what came over me when I wrote this. I couldn't write a serious argument with Dorian so I changed it a bit to be a prank on Chaol. It's so silly, it's low-key a crackfic. I giggled the whole time I wrote this

The Bet

Dorian x Reader silly fluff

You gave Dorian a deadpan stare as he arched a challenging eyebrow at you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at him. “You cannot convince Chaol that you’re a ghost! He’s not that stupid, Dorian. You’ve seen him so many times since you and Aelin forged the lock - you’re the godfather to his children!”

Dorian simply gave you an arrogant smirk, shrugging a shoulder. “Do you want to make a bet, then? I say that I can convince Chaol that I died and I’ve been ruling Adarlan as a ghost, you say that I can’t... Whoever is wrong has to go down and listen to Mort rant for one hour without interrupting him.”

With a sound of disgust, you shook your head and sighed, “Dorian, that’s horrible.” But you couldn’t help the smirk on your face as you shook his hand and winked, “have fun with Mort.”

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Chaol and Yrene arrived with their children that evening, their little girl Josefin giggling as you scooped her up in your arms. “You’ve grown so much since I last saw you!” You said, giving your goddaughter a kiss on the cheek before giving Yrene and Chaol hugs. You were rocking their baby boy, Brullo, in your arms when Chaol pressed, “where is Dorian? You think he’d be here to greet us by now.”

Confusion crossed your features as well as the question, and you became slightly worried as you yourself wondered where Dorian was. Before you could answer Chaol’s question, Dorian entered the room, looking more solemn than you’d ever seen him, a bluish light flickering around him. Chaol rushed over to embrace him, but Dorian merely held up a hand, halting Chaol in his tracks.

With a dramatic sigh, Dorian clutched his chest as he turned nearly transparent, a faint glow around his form. The rest of you stood frozen in shock, Dorian looking up with a sorrowful look on his face as he spoke softly. “I did not know how to tell you in writing, Chaol. We had only recently discovered that nothing could be done.” With a shaky breath, Dorian continued, “I died that day that Aelin and I forged the lock. I’ve been able to appear for some time in my old form, much like Elena, with our similar raw magic. But it seems to be fading, and I don’t know how much longer I will hold onto this spirit form.” Dorian choked out the last part with an overdramatic sob, crashing to his knees before Chaol to hide his fake anguish.

You gave Dorian a flat look from where you stood behind Chaol and Yrene, about to speak when Chaol himself started crying. “We’ll get through this, Dor. Yrene and I will help, we’ll figure this out together.” You cut him off, “Oh. My. Gods. What is wrong with you, Dorian?”

Chaol and Yrene whipped around to look at you, shock on their faces at your insensitivity. Dorian fell over laughing on the ground, returning to his normal appearance - Yrene quickly understanding Dorian’s stupid prank. “You’d better be glad that your goddaughter is playing out front, Dorian,” she scolded through the smile that tugged at her lips.

Chaol looked at Dorian, tense for a moment before playfully shoving him in the chest. “You asshole,” he said as you all laughed at Dorian’s antics and Chaol’s concern. You stomach dropped when you realized what this meant for you, though, and Dorian flashed you a charming smile as he declared that he had won the bet.

“There was a bet?” Yrene questioned, and you sighed. “Yes, because Dorian convinced Chaol FOR A SECOND that he was a ghost, I have to go listen to Mort talk for an hour.” Chaol let out a rough laugh, clutching his stomach as he shook his head. “No way you’re doing that on your own. Dorian deserves that punishment too for pulling that shit.”

~~~

And that was how you found yourself with Dorian, sitting on the damp floors outside the tomb as Mort droned on, making snide remarks about how the kingdom was once so great, now ruled by two idiots. You snickered at Dorian, pushing past him to run up the stairs when the hour was up only for him to catch you around the waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he teased, “I did win the bet, and I’ve yet to claim a prize since I had to join you... I’ll be thinking about what I want.” You rolled your eyes as Dorian took your hand, tugging you along as you went to join Chaol, Yrene, and your godchildren for dinner.

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autumnshighlady · 2 years

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Our Girl

poly!Rowaelin x f!reader

summary: you’ve been fantasizing about Rowan and Aelin for weeks, praying they won’t catch onto your strange behaviour. Naturally, they do....

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (m & f receiving), face sitting, choking, slight degradation, praise kink, threesome, slight voyeurism

word count: 6.9k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

***disclaimer: I have not finished KoA, this fic does not really align with any canon plot but I do not care, it’s just some polyamorous Rowaelin smut because I felt like it, enjoy ;) Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut, please go easy on me!

for @gothicbabydollz -🤠

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You were completely screwed.

Days had gone by as you travelled with Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, and Lysandra back to Terrasan. Sometimes the group engaged in light conversation, but much of the journey consisted of pleasant silence, everyone preferring to listen to the sounds of the wind in the trees and the waves of the river.

However, this also meant that in this silence you were left with your own thoughts, sinful ones that plagued their way into your dreams. They left you waking up with a thin layer of sweat across your brow, your mind fogged with lust. You tried to snap out of it as quickly as you could, even going so far as to splash water on yourself. Gods help you if any of the many heightened senses of smell amongst the group caught onto your arousal.

For nights on end, you dreamed about Rowan and Aelin, the Fae prince and the fire-breathing bitch queen taking you to their bed, letting their canines drag across your sensitive skin as they brought you release over and over again. You imagined over and over again what it would be like to have Rowan’s muscled form pressing into your body, to tangle your hands in Aelin’s golden locks and whisper her name on your lips so intimately. But these dreams did not just plague your mind at night. No, during these stretches of silence on the journey you found yourself shamefully revisiting the memories and sensations from the dreams, allowing yourself to get lost in the fantasy as you rode or walked in silence for hours.

You didn’t know Rowan or Aelin particularly well. You were a friend of Lysandra’s, and kept yourself at a distance from the powerhouse of a couple you travelled with. Sure, they were polite and you trusted them, but something about them intimidated you – and not just in a bad way. Occasionally, you felt their piercing gazes linger on you. If you met their stare they did not back down, a gleam in their eyes as if they were predators sizing up their prey. It sent a rush of heat to your core, and every time you prayed they wouldn’t scent it.

Naturally, this made the journey difficult. You cursed yourself for letting your mind wander to these places, places where you had no business being. Everyone and their dog knew of Rowan and Aelin’s love, their partnership that ran even deeper than that. A few nights ago you heard them sneak off into the night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, occasionally even hearing a soft moan or grunt in the distance that let you know exactly what they were doing. You even allowed your hands to drift into your own pants, but you felt ashamed soon after.

You were not sure if you could call it jealousy, per se. You were jealous of the golden haired queen who got to be with Rowan, but you were also jealous of Rowan. Oh the things you would give to take either of their places. But the issue was that not that you wanted to disturb their relationship and bring one of them to your side, but rather part of you wished you could join them, to be a part of that strong love they shared. To worship and be worshipped by them both.

By the gods, you were screwed.

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After another long day of travel, it was time to settle down for the night. After stuffing some bread and cheese in your mouths, settling the horses in and laying out the bedrolls, it was time to sleep. As you had been doing lately, you placed your bedrolls as far from Rowan and Aelin as possible. You didn’t mean to be rude, after all they had been good to you, but your cheeks burned at the possibility of dreaming about sharing their bed while they slept right next to you.

Despite the exhaustion, sleep would not come. You tossed and turned for about an hour, trying to think of every technique in the book to fall asleep. Finally, after all of them failed, you angrily tossed your covers off and stood up. Everyone else appeared to be asleep, so you quietly tiptoed around the tents and into the forest. Seating yourself on a soft patch of moss behind a tree in the distance, you sighed. Closing your eyes, you tried to drown out your thoughts.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” A familiar female voice purred from behind you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, not hearing Aelin’s approach. You swore quietly, breath hitching as your heartbeat sped up, not entirely from the fright.

The golden haired queen chuckled lowly. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” She drawled. She emerged out of the corner of your eye, the light of the moon shining in those turquoise gold eyes you lost yourself in so many times. She wore only Rowan’s oversized shirt, and it took everything in you to not stare at the way the shirt ended halfway down her thigh, exposing her tan and muscular legs.

“Sorry,” You murmured, adjusting your sitting position and staring at the moss on the ground. “I thought you were asleep.”

“As did I with you.” A playful challenge danced in her eyes, and before you registered what was happening, the assassin plunked down to your left - very very close.

Gods, please no, You pleaded. It was not that you were uncomfortable in the presence of this magnificent woman, but rather fear shook you that those shining eyes would take one look into yours and know every sinful thought that danced in your mind.

But it was too late for the gods to help you, as Aelin was now sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, leaning against the tree. Her arm grazed yours, leaving your skin feeling electrified. Her bare knee lazily knocked against your own – an innocent enough gesture, one of comfort, but it set your nerve endings aflame, as if the power of the queen next to you seeped into the deepest parts of your body. You had never been this close with her, this casual, you did not let yourself. The last thing you wanted was to get jealous and hurt, or worse, come between the two fae who were perfect for each other.

“Please don’t tell me you’re brooding or some shit,” Aelin groaned, closing her eyes and tilting her chin to the sky. The warm breeze sent her golden hair adrift, her sweet scent rushing into your nose. With her defined face lit up by the moon and her hair in the wind, she truly looked like a goddess. “I have enough gods-damned brooding males to deal with already. I don’t need the females doing it too.”

You snorted, fiddling with your hands. “I’m not brooding,” You said. “Just can’t sleep, that’s all.”

“Weird dreams?”

You froze, heart pounding. For a moment you stuttered before quickly closing your mouth. Shit. You prayed to every god that Aelin hadn’t noticed your pause. “No.” You said quickly.

Unsurprisingly, Aelin didn’t believe you for one second. “Liar.” She said firmly, in a haughty tone that sent fire through your veins and turned your core to liquid. You prayed once again that she wouldn’t scent it.

As if testing the waters, Aelin pressed her right leg into your left one, silky but firm muscle against your skin. Involuntarily your breath hitched, heart dropping as you saw the smirk that formed on the queen’s face at your reaction. You turned your head to the right, avoiding eye contact even though in your gut, you knew she had somehow figured you out. A strong hand gripped your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

Your eyes met her turquoise gold ones, and you let yourself gaze at her lips. An arrogant smirk came over them. “You wanna try that again?” She clucked her tongue, expecting an answer.

But you did not give in. You couldn’t – you knew deep down Aelin was not doing this to be cruel and humiliate you. Well, maybe a little bit, but not to hurt you personally. But you clung to what was left of the shreds of your dignity and raised your chin as much as you could within her iron tight grip. It made her chuckle.

“Oh, yes, you’ve got some fire in you after all.” Aelin chuckled darkly. She shifted her weight so she was sitting up on her right side, hitching her left leg through yours and pulling it to the side and spreading your legs ever so slightly.

And you let her, you let the Queen of Terrasan spread your legs, which were almost entirely bare thanks to the flimsy sleep shorts you donned. While her right hand gripped your chin still, her left one circled just above the inside of your knee, kneading into your skin.

You couldn’t breathe. Between the grip on your chin forcing you to meet Aelin’s gaze to the hand on your inner thigh, every sensible thought you should be having flew out the window. Any shred of hiding your interest in the golden haired woman was long gone, leaving you at her mercy.

“I see the way you’ve snuck glances at Rowan and me,” Aelin purred, eyes not once leaving yours. “Don’t even try to deny it. I’m honestly a little insulted you thought I wouldn’t notice. Surely you know I’m not an idiot, right?”

You nodded with what little motion you had. Denying the queen of answers would no longer go in your favour, you figured. She released the grip on your chin, only to move her hand to the back of your head, gripping a handful of your hair like you had dreamed about doing with hers.

“So when you wake up all flushed and flustered, my guess is that it’s because you’ve been having some lovely dreams about me.” Her voice was like honey coated steel, lips brushing against your ear and making their way down your throat. “And probably Rowan too, but mostly me, which I don’t blame you for.”

You chuckled briefly, feeling Aelin’s lips smirk against your skin as her suspicions were confirmed. Your common sense finally came back to you at the mention of the fae prince.

“But…but… Rowan–” You whined as you felt her drag her canines up the column of your neck.

“Is quite enjoying the view.” Aelin interrupted, causing your eyes to shoot open.

Fear coursed through your body as your eyes shot open. Indeed, the towering form of the fae prince hovered a few feet from your right. His green eyes glinted, that predatory gaze that sent enemies to their knees scanning the scene before him. You tried to scramble away, but Aelin’s grip on your hair and thigh was too strong. Fae males were territorial bastards on a good day, so you sitting here with Rowan’s carranam entwined like lovers…

He chuckled darkly, removing his hands from his pockets. “Such a pretty little thing you’ve got there, Fireheart.” His velvety voice dripped in lust, and you practically throbbed at the tone. He stepped forward, silver hair shining under the light of the moon. That tattoo on his face blended in with the shadows, an utterly terrifying yet arousing site.

“I like her, Rowan,” Aelin said, squeezing your thigh harder and causing you to whimper. “Can we keep her?”

Instead of bracing yourself for whatever humiliating response you expected Rowan to give, you blurted out apologies. “I’m sorry,” You stammered. “I swear I’m not trying to get between you two, I just–”

Your words were cut off sharply as Rowan’s massive hand wrapped around your throat, silencing you with a gentle but firm squeeze. “Oh please,” He murmured, bending down to squat next to you as he brought his lips to your ear. “We’ve been wanting this just as long as you, sweetheart.”

Your brows furrowed, causing the prince to chuckle. Aelin continued her circles on your inner thigh, slowly inching it further and further up as her lips alternated between your shoulder and ear. “I’m surprised you didn’t get the hint earlier, little dove,” She quipped as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We tried to get you closer to us, but you pulled away. Did you honestly think Rowan just forgot to put up a magical shield to block out our sounds when we slipped away a few nights ago? We knew you could hear us, I’m disappointed you didn’t join.”

Head reeling, both from the shock of Aelin’s information that they deliberately fucked close enough for you to hear, and from Rowan’s pressure on your throat, you stuttered. “I–”

“We could smell you,” Rowan growled. “We could smell how aroused you were, hear those fingers delve into that wet pussy of yours. Do you know how hard it was to not storm over and take you against the bedroll right then and there?”

Finally, the grip on your neck was released. The stars in the sky swam in your vision as you inhaled a much needed gulp of air. Part of you wondered if this was another one of your dreams, but it felt too real. The world melted away as the large hand that had previously held your neck took up residence on your inner thigh across from Aelin’s. While the blonde’s touches were firm but teasing, Rowan’s got straight to the point, clenching your thigh mere inches away from your core and prying your legs open further. Even through the fabric of your shorts, you could feel the iciness of his touch.

“I bet she’s wet right now,” Aelin breathed. Before your thoughts could even form a mental response, her left hand snapped from your leg to the centre between your legs, cupping you firmly with a possessiveness that turned you on even more.

You bit down on your lip, restraint slipping. It would be so easy to let yourself go, to allow the price and the queen to have you any way they wanted. At this point, you did not know why you bothered to attempt to maintain control – you knew what was about to happen, and it sent butterflies into your stomach.

“As usual, I was right.” Aelin’s smirk was triumphant, eyes dancing victoriously as she noticed your pathetic attempt at restraining yourself. “Look at her, Rowan, she’s still holding back, isn’t she?”

Rowan’s lips kissed your ear, murmuring his agreement as his breath sent chills down your spine.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” Aelin chided teasingly. “We know exactly what you want, princess, let us give it to you. Will you let us take care of you”

Even if you wanted to respond right away, you couldn’t. Every part of your body screamed yes yes yes, but Aelin’s hand still covered your core, applying just enough pressure to set your blood on fire but not enough to relieve the throbbing that plagued your centre. You could barely breathe, barely think between Aelin’s hands in your hair and between your legs while Rowan gripped your thigh and breathed down your neck. Your eyes closed, you were going to explode–

A sharp nip to your ear snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes shot open once more.

“Your queen asked you a question.” Rowan growled, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

“I don’t particularly enjoy repeating myself,” Aelin sighed mockingly. Ever so slightly, her middle finger stroked a feather-light line a few centimetres up your covered core, making you see stars. “But I’m feeling generous tonight, so let me ask you again. Will you let us take care of you, hm? Will you let us make you ours?”

“Yes,” You practically sobbed, the words shooting out from your lips before Aelin even finished her sentence. “Gods yes, please…”

Aelin looked like a cat that just ate the canary. Satisfied, she grinned triumphantly and removed her hand from between your legs. Before you could protest at the loss of contact, that hand came to your cheek and cupped your face as she brought her lips to yours.

Holy gods, Aelin Galathynius was kissing you.

Her lips were soft as rose petals, dancing against your own as the grip in her hair loosened, moving to rest upon your other cheek instead. Her scent of jasmine, lemon, and embers was intoxicating, as if it were a drug getting you high, and you loved it. Aelin’s blonde hair gently tickled your face in the breeze like silk, and her thumb ever so slightly stroked your cheek. You were pretty sure you were in heaven – you had imagined countless nights what it would be like to kiss the Queen of Terassen, to have those smirking lips pressed against your own.

She kissed you with a fire no less than what you would have expected from her. There was passion behind it, making your head reel as you lost yourself in the sensation. Needing to do something with your hands, you gently placed them on her waist as best you could given the position, Aelin still sitting to your left and slightly in front of you.

Rowan, who you had almost forgotten was there, hummed in approval. It was more of a low growl, turning you on even more. As Aelin continued to kiss you, Rowan’s hands roamed to the laces at the front of your v-neck nightshirt. He began undoing them, his fingertips brushing your skin teasingly as you felt the night air cool your newly exposed skin.

After unlacing the shirt, the fae prince kneeled and moved his hands to your shoulders, grabbing the edges of the nightshirt and slowly pulling them down your shoulders. His lips trailed along the newly exposed skin, canines scraping ever so slightly as he kissed and sucked.

You moaned into Aelin’s mouth, eliciting a satisfied growl from the queen. She kissed you harder, tongue ever so slightly tracing along the edges of your lips. You felt the nightshirt pool around your elbows, leaving your bare chest exposed to the night air. Before you could make an effort to pull your arms out from the sleeves, Rowan’s large hands gripped the front of the fabric and pulled, effortlessly ripping it to shreds.

Briefly, you wondered how you would explain to the others the absence of your nightshirt when you woke up. But that thought was pushed aside as you felt Rowan’s hand grasp your right breast with an assertiveness that you knew only fae males possessed. You gasped at the sensation as he began kneading the soft flesh of your chest.

Aelin’s mouth left yours and you whined. She chuckled, moving her lips to the hollow of your throat and sucked, which you knew would leave a purple mark the next day. Not that you cared, hell you’d wear it proudly – let everyone know the Queen of Terassen had marked you as hers that night.

Towering above you, Rowan gripped your hair with his free hand and pulled, forcing your head back and to the side to look at him. That usually stone cold face was blown with lust, the green of his eyes barely visible with his full blown pupils. With the starlight framing his face he looked every bit as ethereal and godlike as Aelin, the moon to her fiery sun.

However, you didn’t have time to savour his beautiful face looking down at you with nothing but sinful intentions, as he bent down to kiss you. His lips collided with yours, and you swear the world around you exploded. While Aelin’s kiss was soft and passionate, Rowan’s was rough and commanding. Teeth nearly clashing, his tongue found the inside of your mouth within seconds. You did not even think of trying to fight against his sheer dominance, especially when you saw stars as his teeth tugged your lip.

Needless to say you were a whimpering mess. Between the silver haired prince’s tongue in your mouth and his hand groping your right breast and the blonde queen’s mouth planting possessive kisses and bites across your neck and chest, you were at the mercy of these two powerful beings.

And you loved it.

Aelin’s sinful mouth moved to your left breast, wrapping her lips around your nipple and letting her canines scrape the soft skin and had your toes curling. If your mouth wasn't preoccupied, you would have cried out.

She massaged your thigh again, hand roaming everywhere except where you needed it most. Perhaps involuntarily, your hips bucked, desperate to relieve the throbbing need at your core.

Rowan’s lips instantly disconnected with yours, growling as he roughly tugged your hair. “Don’t whine, princess.” He snarled. “You will take what we give you.”

“So needy,” Aelin crooned mockingly. “And so desperate. You avoid us for days, then demand more from us? After you already had an opportunity to join us in bed? Tsk tsk.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You hated begging, hated sounding weak to anyone no matter the circumstance. You were humiliated, but a sick part of you loved it – loved being teased and taunted by the powerful creatures whose hands which had taken so many lives and butchered countless people caressed the most intimate parts of your body.

“Please, fuck…” You begged, not caring how pathetic it sounded. “Please…”

“Please what?” Aelin taunted, drawing circles on your inner thigh.

Gods, they were actually going to make you say it, weren’t they?

“Please touch me,” You nearly wept. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

From the heated glance Rowan and Aelin exchanged, you instantly knew uttering that last part may have been a mistake. Or a blessing, who knows.

“Good girl.” Rowan purred into your ear.

The words poured over you like warm honey, wetness pooling between your legs at his words. Naturally, the increased intensity of your scent was not lost to both of them.

“Oh she liked that,” Aelin chuckled. “Isn’t that right, princess? Are you gonna be our good girl?”

“Yes!” You breathed, nodding with a fervour that was borderline shameful. But you didn’t give a shit, not as you were so close to getting what you dreamed of night after night.

“That’s all we needed to hear.” With that, Aelin’s hand tugged your flimsy shorts. You lifted your hips as she pulled them down your legs along with your underwear, tossing them to the side, likely into some bush.

You were now completely naked before them. Both fae paused and allowed their hungry gazes to roam your body. Your skin gleamed in the moonlight, legs spread as Aelin sat on her knees between them, looking ready to devour you whole.

“Just like we imagined, huh Fireheart?” Rowan mused to his lover.

Before you could ask what the fuck they meant, Aelin’s skilled fingers swept a line up your centre through the wetness pooling there, gathering it in her fingers before removing her hand promptly. You cried out, legs twitching. You stared, wide-eyed as the blonde brought her fingers to her mouth, licked them once, and moaned.

“She tastes so good, Rowan.” Aelin breathed. She leaned towards him and held out her fingers, to which the silver haired prince grabbed her hand and proceeded to wrap his lips around them and suck.

It was a sight that would have brought you to your knees, if you were standing. The Queen of Terassen and her lover moaning at your taste was something you thought would only happen in your dreams. Before you could say anything, Aelin stood up and skipped away into the bushes. You felt strong arms wrap around your back and under your knees, lifting your naked body up as if you weighed nothing at all. Carrying you, Rowan followed Aelin into a small clearing some distance away. It was by a small creek, with a large patch of soft, mossy ground next to it. The trees surrounded most of it like a wall, shielding the three of you from the rest of the world.

With a surprising tenderness, Rowan laid you down on the moss gently, planting a kiss to your lips. However, the kiss was short lived – Aelin, who had discarded her shirt somewhere along the way, practically shoved him out of the way as she scrambled over top of you. Her knee pressed against your core, rocking slightly and sending waves of pleasure shooting through your body. She resumed her attack on your neck and chest from earlier, and you knew that you would don multiple bruises and marks from the fiery queen.

Rowan did not seem to mind being sidelined for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he used this time to remove his own shirt. Smirking, he caught your gaze as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso.

Mouth watering, you made eye contact as he placed his hand over the bulge in his shorts and palmed himself. In that moment you were thankful you did not have fire powers like Aelin, or else you were sure you would have set the clearing aflame from that wonderful sight.

Your attention was soon turned back to Aelin as her kisses moved down to your stomach, then to your hips. You bucked your hips, earning a firm bite from her. Defeated and relinquished of all control, you relaxed further into her touch and tried not to squirm as her lips ghosted your inner thigh a hairline away from your core.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Aelin murmured before leaning down and diving between your legs.

Oh Gods, she feasted on you.

This time, you really did scream as her tongue swept through your folds, stroking patterns along your most sensitive areas as her lips and teeth wasted no time in sucking your clit.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, your hand latched into her hair, entwining with the golden locks with a death grip as you panted. Luckily, Aelin did not seem to mind – in fact, the growl she let out indicated her approval. As she slipped a finger easily inside your hole while feasted on you, your head tilted up towards the stars and you allowed yourself to moan freely.

This was better than any of your dreams by far.

Rowan’s patience finally slipped, as he removed his pants but left his undershorts on and sat down behind you. He sat you up, Aelin’s free hand keeping your hips still as you were propped up. You felt Rowan’s muscular chest against your back, his scent of pine and snow filling your senses as his lips met your ear.

“Do you like that, princess?” He murmured. “Do you enjoy having your queen between those pretty legs of yours?”

“Yes,” You breathed. “I’ve…. fuck…. I’ve dreamed about it for so many nights…”

Pleased with your response, Rowan’s hands cupped your breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted your nipples, a delicious sensation of slight pain to contrast with the overwhelming pleasure at your core.

“We heard you play with yourself that night we slipped out,” He growled, canines abusing your neck. “Wondered if it was my fingers you were imagining your own to be, or Aelin’s. It was easy to figure out that you didn’t just want one of us, but both. Our perfect little slut, so eager, practically begging to be fucked.”

You whimpered helplessly, Rowan’s words heating your very blood. Your attempts at subtlety the past while had failed, and deep down you had known it.

“I practically had to hold Aelin back that night to stop her from storming over there and ripping your clothes off,” Rowan continued. It was the most you had ever heard him speak to anyone besides Aelin – never had you imagined it would be these words coming out of his mouth when he spoke to you. “Not that I was much better. You know what you did to me that night, don’t you? You can fucking feel it right now, princess?”

With those words, Rowan pressed his hips into your back, letting you feel the sizeable, solid bulge straining against his undergarments. You moaned, pride filling you knowing that you had done that to him, the feared fae prince who brought enemies to their knees. Gods knew you wouldn’t mind being on your knees before him.

“That’s right,” Rowan whispered. “Feel how hard you make me. That pretty mouth has been so quiet lately, I can’t wait to put it to use. Can’t wait to see you choking on my cock.”

The tight coil you had been feeling build up for the past few minutes increased at his words, and that familiar feeling of release crept up.

“I’m so close,” You murmured, giving the fae a warning – you suspected they were the type to make you ask for your release.

Rowan chuckled, as if they already could tell by your body language and scent, which they probably could. Aelin doubled her efforts, two curled fingers thrusting in and out of you while her lips and teeth were firmly attached to your clit.

Minutes later, the tension snapped and your release barrelled through you. Crying out Aelin’s name as your legs shook, Rowan bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, canines sinking into your skid and adding to the overwhelming sensation.

Aelin kept her head between your legs, coaxing you through your orgasm as tears pricked your eyes. You had never had a release that intense, and somehow they both knew it.

Before you knew what was happening, Aelin and Rowan flipped you around so you were on your hands and knees. Panting, you didn’t have time to protest before Aelin gripped handfuls of your ass and delved back in with her mouth. You couldn’t tell if you let out a scream or a sob. You were so sensitive, core throbbing as the queen mercilessly continued her attack on it, twice as vigorously as before. Tears now flowed down your cheeks, and you tried to wriggle away but her grip was too strong.

Rowan looked down at you, and for a moment concern took over his face and his eyes seemed to say, are you sure this is okay?

Yes, please don’t stop, you mentally said, appreciating the fact he made sure you were okay to continue despite your attempts to wriggle away from Aelin’s mouth.

That predatory lust came back over his features and he stood up. Maintaining eye contact, Rowan pulled down his undershorts revealing his already hard, impressive length.

Your mouth watered, and arrogance shone in his eyes as your jaw slackened. You whined again as Aelin crooked her fingers inside of you, a sound that made Rowan’s cock twitch.

He knelt down in front of you, striking his length a few times before bringing it to your lips.

“Let’s see what your pretty mouth can do, princess.” Rowan growled before pushing the tip past your lips.

You gladly opened your jaw wide, taking in as much of him as you could. He was so big, you knew it would take a bit of time before you could take him all the way. Your tongue stroked the underside of his cock and you sucked, and the prince let out a groan.

Gods help me, you thought. The noise Rowan let out sent a rush of pleasure through your body so strongly you were unable to think. The composed fae prince, moaning as you took him in your mouth was a scenario you had only dreamed of. It was animalistic, deep in that way you always loved his voice to be.

Determined, you forced your jaw to relax further, bobbing your head up and down. Sensing your eagerness, Rowan gathered your hair in one hand and thrust his hips. You gagged slightly, choking at the rough intrusion in your throat but relished the sensation. As Aelin continued to drive your pussy into a frenzy of pleasure, Rowan picked up a pace as he thrust into your mouth.

A few minutes passed as you got comfortable with the pace. Taking as deep a breath as you could manage, you leaned forward and took all of him in your mouth, sucking as best you could. Tears streamed down your face from the effort as you choked, happily giving him the image he had described earlier. Feeling brave, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, keeping him deep in your mouth. The sight nearly had you released on the spot.

Rowan was panting, that muscular chest rising up and down as his grip in your hair tightened almost painfully. He was looking down at you as you stared up at him for approval. His face was flushed slightly, a hint of his slipping restraint. You pulled off of him for a few seconds to get some air, but went right back down onto his length.

The prince tipped his head back and growled a moan to the sky, calling out your name. The sound of your name on his lips had that familiar coil tightening again as you approached your release. You tried to hold it off as best you could, but Aelin undoubtedly noticed and gave you no mercy as she once again doubled her efforts.

Your moan sent a wave of pleasure through Rowan, who continued to thrust into your mouth. However, your focus began to waver a few minutes later as your release approached fast. Rowan didn’t seem to mind, apparently focusing his efforts on holding off his own release to your dismay.

Your second orgasm crashed through you like a wave. Instead of pulling away, Rowan held your head firmly so your mouth was still around him, muffling your sobs of pleasure. Only when you came down from your high did Rowan allow you to release his cock.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you slumped to the ground as Aelin stood up, satisfied with her work. Your closing eyes snapped open as Aelin sauntered over to Rowan, your juices gleaming on her face. Without hesitation, she pulled Rowan in for a kiss.

You gaped at the couple as Rowan tasted you on Aelin’s lips. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her in close to him. Their embrace was a beautiful sight – both naked and bathed in moonlight, their scars and tattoos shone amidst their toned muscles. Gold and silver hair contrasted with a divine beauty that would make the gods envious, making them truly look like a queen and a king.

They stood there, hands roaming each other’s bodies until you whined, desperate to be near them again. They broke apart, Aelin laughing darkly.

“Look at her, we take our attention away from her for one minute and she’s whining like a desperate whore.” She said, coming to kneel next to your crumpled body. She stroked a hand through your hair, wiping it from your face.

“Our needy girl,” Rowan agreed, coming to kneel between your legs. He stroked a hand down your spine. “Is she ready for more, do you think?”

Before you could answer, Aelin cut in with a sugary sweet tone. “No, I think she’s done for the night. Looks like we tired her out early. Are you finished, little dove?”

Panic swept through you as you shook your head as vehemently as you could muster. It was too soon to be done, you wanted to stay here just a bit longer…

“Still begging for more, I see.” Rowan growled, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back so you were laying down on it. “Looks like we’ll have to give our princess what she wants.”

Keeping his hands on your hips, Rowan pressed the tip of his cock into you and pushed forward. The stretch of it burned, as you had never taken a male this large before, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Look at me.” Rowan commanded, slapping your thigh to get you to open your eyes again.

As he inched forward, slowly to try and make it less painful, those green eyes pierced yours. You maintained eye contact as he withdrew, then pushed in again – farther this time. Aelin was peppering kisses to your face holding in her hands and murmuring praises. After a minute you relaxed enough, and Rowan’s self control snapped and he finally thrust in fully.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the sensation. You felt so full, the stars ahead whirling as Rowan’s cock pushed against that one spot. You glanced up at Aelin, searching for any sign of discomfort or jealousy in her eyes at her lover being inside another woman, but you found none. Her turquoise gold gaze was filled with lust, finally washing away any fears you had about getting in between them.

Hearing your moaning, Rowan picked up his pace, the grip on your hips sure to leave bruises the next day.

“As much as I love hearing those noises from you,” Aelin cooed. “I think it’s time to return the favour.”

You nodded quickly, causing her to chuckle before she swung a leg over your face and planted her knees on either side. She lowered her glistening cunt towards your face, but it was too slow for your liking. Already sick of her hovering, you grabbed her hips and planted her firmly on your face.

The Queen of Terassen moaned loudly, surprised at the action. You were filled with pride as you gladly opened your mouth to taste her. Eagerly, you swept your tongue through her folds, then inside of her, and you moaned. She tasted heavenly, even better than you had imagined.

As Rowan began pounding into you with a relentless force, you cried out. This apparently appeased Aelin, who cried out as the vibrations from your noise travelled into her. She rocked her hips on your face, gripping your hair with both of your hands.

You were in heaven. The Queen of Terassen sat on your face as if it were her own personal throne, moaning your name like a battlecry while your body shook at the force of which Rowan thrust into you. He lifted your hips slightly and changed his angle, satisfied when you practically screamed under Aelin as his cock found that one spot that made you see stars. You looked up at her, admiring the view as her perky breasts rose and fell with her breathing, golden hair spilled around her frame like a veil. You reached up to grab them with one of your hands, kneading them like Rowan had with your own.

As you felt yourself getting close for the third time that night, Aelin released one hand from your hair and leaned back to rub your clit. The world began spinning as you shot towards your orgasm faster than ever before. It hit the hardest this time, your nails surely leaving dents in Aelin’s hips and breasts as you screamed their names into Aelin’s cunt. Her orgasm followed moments later as she cried out with your tongue inside of her, your hair in a death grip as her juices gushed into your mouth and onto your face, which you happily lapped up.

Rowan’s hips jerked a few more times and he let out a roar that likely sent the birds into the sky, shaking the earth as his release barrelled into your trembling body. The three of you remained in your positions as you rode out your highs, panting and groaning. After a few minutes, Aelin climbed off your face and laid down beside you. To your surprise, she entwined her fingers with yours, smiling softly.

“My girl.” She said quietly.

“Our girl.” Rowan added. He leaned forward and covered your shaking frame in his muscular one. He licked your face, lapping up Aelin’s taste before kissing you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. Aelin squeezed your hand as you kissed him back before he laid down on your other side.

The three of you laid there in the clearing for a while, gazing up at the stars. Now that you had stopped panting, your brain was coherent enough to form words.

“I’m sorry I was rude and avoided you,” You said quietly, and both heads turned towards you. “I saw you two were so happy together and I felt so ashamed of myself. I didn’t want to come between you, but I couldn’t just be close to either of you and pretend I didn’t feel the way I did. I was so scared about what would happen if either of you found out about how I felt, so it was easier to stay away.”

Rowan slipped his hand through yours, stroking it with his thumb. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He murmured.

“Don’t feel ashamed,” Aelin said, stroking your cheek with her free hand and bumping your knee with her own. “It took us a while to figure out that we both were interested in you. We still love each other, but why not have even more love if we can?”

You smiled, grateful that they understood your feelings. You did not wish to take one of them away from the other, you wanted them both.

“Exactly,” Rowan added. “Love does not have to be bound between two souls only. If there is room and wish for more from all parties involved, why not take it?”

Heart full, you let the weight of your worries from the past few weeks wash away. You were their girl.

Forever and always.

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Feedback is appreciated, thanks for reading! <3

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rowaelinsdaughter · 7 months

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THRONE OF GLASS

ROWAELIN

Bring her home

Home

Got a secret, can you keep it?

what happens in the forest stays in the forest

love marks

housewife

nightmare

anime fan reader

baking

Mini series; under the water

AELIN

You draw stars, around my scars

i hate you

photoshoot

ROWAN

I'm sorry

Yes, sir

good night

sick

little bunny

MANON

Happy birthday

Morning routine

Sweet mornings

Mine

my girl

keep my heart

ELORCAN

Drooling over me

FENRYS

I see red

DORIAN

Like a kid

womanizer

always know what to say

my present

babygirl

LORCAN

Praise

fight for you

ELIDE

the blush one her cheeks

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thecw-unicorn · 1 year

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Hello, hello! My name is Caroline, and this is my page! It’s a bit of everything so feel free to browse! I’ve got my master list of links to the fics I’ve written and to my commissions I’ve done—usually regarding books.

Fics:

Haunted, Bloody Machines. (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Holiday Dreams. (Yandere! Giorno x reader)

Yandere! Giorno Drabble. (Yandere! Giorno x reader)

The Oath (Yandere! Giorno x reader)

Commissions:

Bioshock Infinite—Young Elizabeth.

Bioshock Infinite—Elizabeth With Lighthouses.

Bioshock Infinite—Elizabeth Burial At Sea.

Enchanted Forest Elriel.

Elain Archeron’s Mind.

Sleeping Beauty Elriel

Princess & the Pauper Elain and Elide

Nightly Embrace Elriel

Audrey Rose Wadsworth

Elain Week Day 1: Seer

Elain Week Day 2: Sister & Friend

Elain Week Day 3: Hobbies

Elain Week Day 4: Dreamer

Elain Week Day 5: Lover

Elain Week Day 7: Free Day

House of Hollow Sisters

Signa Farrow

Yrene Towers

“If You Love Me For Me” Elriel

Azriel Week Day 5: The Ravishing Type

Escaping From Houdini Audrey Rose

Elriel Crimson Peak

Jason Todd

Viviane & Kallias

Solstice Elriel

Secret Santa Elriel

Signa & Blythe

Death & Signa Foxglove

Astarion

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bookgirlhan · 4 years

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rating sarah j mass books

*spoilers*

13. crown of midnight

don’t get me wrong it’s a mediocre book with a good plot line but out of the whole tog series it’s the least memorable to me, the chaol x celeana looking back feels forced but the plot twist at the end was the start of this amazing journey portrayed in the later books. overall not bad but not great

12. a court of wings and ruin

definitely was a contender for last place as i couldn’t even tell you what happened in this book however it had some essence to it that com doesn’t and my favourite characters are in this book, i just wasn’t grabbed by it overall.

11. empire of storms

in NO WAY was this a bad book i just found it to be a bit slow and lacked the craziness from the previous books but it was still a good read, also the meet up of the characters from tab was one of the best moments in the entire series.

10. kingdom of ash

again a very good read but painfully slow, after about 30 chapters of aelin still being locked up and the other characters flapping about until she was released did start to grate on me, however i loved this book and the ending was more than satisfactory with the reuniting of the original 3 (aelin, dorian and chaol) and just the general arc of their characters was beautiful to finally see tied up at the end.

9. a court of thorns and roses

yes, this was a very good read and we know that tamlin has to be the worst love interest to ever exist but all in all a good start to an amazing series thag i hope to see great things from the unnamed acotar 4.

8. a court of frost and starlight

i know this is a novella and i put it off for a long time because to me it seemed irrelevant however i was pleasantly surprised to read it and come away excited for the next book. getting the other character povs such as cassias and mor was such a fresh outlook and helped me as a reader understand their personalities a bit more which i found super intriguing, especially with the cassian and nesta relationship formation. personally i would recommend reading this for the next book if you haven’t already.

7. throne of glass

once again one of my favourite books of all time and the one that started this all off for me, the world building and plot line that starts to form in this book is phenomenal however it was just that, kind of a book to set the scene for the forthcoming plot but it will never be a disappointment.

6. the assassins blade

i read this after kingdom of ash which was a huge mistake as i could have used this before empire of storms as the character plot lines are all explained, however it was really interesting to go back and see aelin like this again as celeana and see her so young again plus sam holds my heart more than the other 3 ever could, no offence rowan.

5. tower of dawn

when i heard this was coming out and it was from chaol and nesryn pov i was not looking forward to it, but i devoured it in a week. this book was such a refresh to the tog series, new characters, new lands and new love interests plus we meet yrene who is up there in my top 5 fave characters. a surprise contender to say the least

4. heir of fire

i enjoyed this one a lot because of the speed of the plot and the different povs in the book, this was such a difference to the first two and the clear shift of celeana to aelin was stark in the book which was really interesting to me. plus we met rowan and manon who are vital to the story

3. crescent city: house of earth and blood

all i can say is wow when it comes to this book, i loved the modern take on it since in my mind the other 2 series are kind of medieval times but bryce and the other characters are amazing. i loved the murder mystery plot and the twists of the story were so well weaved, also i have my eye on the relationship of bryce, hunt and aidas.

2. queen of shadows

my FAVOURITE tog book ever, the seamless blend of the personalities of celeana and aelin are so well put together and the plot line of the whole book is outstanding, meeting old characters, past loves, new alliances and reunions just made this book a rollercoaster and the plot really started to thicken.

1. a court of mist and fury

the build up to rhys and feyre’s relationship on this book is so so beautiful, one of the prettiest books i’ve ever read. the tension and romance in this book are something that was so well balanced also the introducing of the court of dreams has to be my fave team throughout the whole of the sjm universe. nothing has topped this book since i’ve read it and made me fall in love with rhys and feyre

so there you go that’s my outlook on her books, this probably won’t be found by anyone but if it does please let me know the order you’d put them in :)

xoxo

#sarah j maas #rhysand #feyre #celeana sardothien #queen aelin #acotar #acomaf #acowar #throne of glass #manon blackbeak #bryce quinlan #fantasy #hunt athalar

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rhysand-vs-fenrys · 7 years

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Sarah J. Maas Accent Challenge

Alright, finally got it under the 10mb post limit! :D

This challenge was invented by @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie , and it’s really really fun!!! Thank you to @dorianthekinkymf for tagging me in this (your accent is so cool too!)!!

Also, I totally missed it until I was looking for people to tag, but @aelin-and-feyre tagged me too and said such nice things about my fic!!!!! OMG, you totally made my night!!! xoxoxo

The questions:

Name and username:

Where are you from?

Pronounce the following words: Archeron, Rhysand, Cresseida, Thesan, Rhoe Galathynius, Illyrian, Manon, Abraxos, Prythian, Lucien, Ianthe, Suriel, Bryaxis, Carridwen and Nuala, Elide, Velaris, Rowan Whitethorn, Chaol Westfall, Yrene Towers, Nehemia Ytger, Rifthold, Adarlan, Crochan, Kaltain Rompier, Sorscha, Dorian Havilliard, Lyria, Asterion horse, Valg, Eyllwe, wyrdmarks, rowaelin, feysand

How did you find out about the books?

When did you start reading them?

Favorite character from TOG?

Favorite character from ACOTAR?

Have you read The Assassin’s Blade?

Do you plan on reading the ACOTAR Novellas?

Favorite ship/s?

Read a page from your favorite book from TOG (or ACOTAR):

Which scene destroyed you the most?

If you read fanfiction, name your favorite or some of your favorites:

As promised in the audio, here’s the fic I was talking about!!! As predicted, I got the name wrong, it’s “The Declaration of a Crochan Queen” (”Confession” was her Dorian one)

Also, i said another favorite fanfic writer is @sebstanmoviesandtv, but she keeps her fanfics on @sscejm4afanfic!! It’s a mix of x-readers and non x-readers, focusing on Marvel and marvel actors mostly (especially sebastian stan & his characters!) :)

Fave headcanons?

Favorite quote/s?

If you could choose any piece of media to readapt the Maasverse in, what would you choose? (e.g: movie(s), tv show(s), animation, a musical, videogames, etc)

TOG or ACOTAR? Why?

Which would be your ACOTAR Court? Why?

And last but not least, say 3 unpopular opinions. Do it, go off

I tag (and apologize if you’ve been tagged already): @feyre-archerons-scrapbook (told you so), @rhysand-peanut-butter-cups, @the-devils-own, @and-re123, @empressravenrose, @carrnnam, @madiemo, @feysandaddict, @seeliequeenofprythian, @tntwme, @fck-tamlin, @goody-two-shoes-but-also-rebel, @louzaylinarry

Also- here’s the link to the Tamlin ficlette I couldn’t shut up about

#tagging thing #ask #mine #my voice

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

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🌿INFJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Neutral Good 🔮Scorpio Sun, Taurus Moon, Pisces Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ In a way, Yrene is also a witch.

⭑ See, history likes to forget the part that witches knew all about the supernatural yes, but also how to heal someone. Which herbs and salves would heal wounds, and what could make a person sleep better at night.

⭑ This is what Yrene does; help people.

⭑ And that is what witches did.

⭑ Until the patriarchy twisted the narrative and took the knowledge of the witch and made it their own.

⭑ Yrene was surprised when you told her you were a witch. She too held reservations that were imparted by the patriarchy. (Even if she didn’t know she was under their influence)

⭑ “I thought witches cursed people and caused ... well ... chaos?” Yrene’s hazel-brown eyes gazed upon you warily. This was the fourth time being in your company.

“Well ... we do,” you smiled mischievously at her, “but we also heal.”

⭑ And from that moment Yrene was intensely curious about your knowledge and wanted to learn everything she could from you.

⭑ “Just because I believe in magic, in the supernatural,” you started, mixing and crushing various herbs in a bowl. “Doesn’t mean science is not involved.”

⭑ Although a witch’s book of shadows and grimoire are very important and personal, you wanted to show Yrene.

⭑ And she was absolutely amazed by the information.

“This is wonderful y/n!”

⭑ Your information helped so many of her patients. With their ailments, their trouble sleeping, their anxiety, and their pain.

⭑ Yrene fell in love with you. It wasn’t difficult. But knowing that you cared for others; that you had a similar calling, made her love for you flow.

⭑ She is always the big spoon; she likes holding you in her arms, the smell of your hair in her face, her hands holding onto your own.

⭑ Her kisses are like little promises: I’ll be home soon, don’t worry about me, I love you.

⭑ Yrene can feel the difference in your home, as soon as she steps over the threshold. She feels much more content; safer. Being around you felt like the physical embodiment of sipping on a hot cup of tea.

⭑ Her worries seemingly melted away. Her troubles, far off and enemies far away.

⭑ Yrene loves playing with your fingertips while you’re trying to fight sleep in bed

⭑ You’ll write little notes for her and leave them in her bag. She finds them during her breaks and absolutely beams

⭑ One of her favourite things about you is that you take care of her. She constantly takes others into consideration - she wears herself thin trying to make sure other people feel better. But it means the absolute world that you care about her.

⭑ So, you run her baths while she sits on the bed, her hands sore from massaging ailments and lifting the elderly.

⭑ You brush her hair (when it’s wet obviously, she has curly hair-), and braid it for bed

⭑ You lay out her clothes for the next day when she forgets

⭑ For you, Yrene is someone you can always rely on. She’s never late, and never misses a date or important event. She always keeps her word.

⭑ You can put your trust in her and she will never let it go astray.

⭑ Your relationship is built on honesty, reliability and security. You never feel unsafe or uncomfortable. Because you know that the other will be honest with whatever troubles they have.

⭑ Yrene smells like lavender, mixed with chamomile and hibiscus

⭑ Oh and she has a frightening stare, which you are glad to never be at the opposing side of

⭑ You create protection amulets for her, which she gladly accepts

⭑ She is always in fight mode during stressful situations - always active and trying to remedy whatever is going on

⭑ You LOVE resting your head in her lap. Yrene will gently brush your hair out of your face, tracing your nose and eyebrows

⭑ On multiple occassions, she has fallen asleep on your shoulder

⭑ She loves that you listen while she rants as well

⭑ Relationship Tropes;

✧ Friends to Lovers

✧ Not Good At Flirting x Not Good Either But Likes Seeing The Red Tint On The Other’s Face

✧ Swore To Protect Each Other

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Yrene is a dom, she likes being in charge in the bedroom. But doesn’t mind being dominated from time to time.

⭑ She likes toys; any and all sorts - for both you and her

⭑ Nipple play is a big turn-on; she likes having contraptions clamped upon her nipples.

⭑ When she orgasms, Yrene makes these high-pitched whines and squeals. It’s actually really cute

⭑ Yrene likes it when you wear your biggest jewels/earrings/necklaces and nothing else, while she fucks you

⭑ She’s very good with her hands and fingers. Massaging your ass, your chest.

⭑ She’ll curl her fingers while they’re inside of you, and you’ll let out a breathy moan

⭑ After a night out, where you’ve been teasing her the whole time, she’ll practically push you inside the door, slam it shut and rip off your clothes

⭑ She loves giving you long, passionate kisses. One of her hands cupping your neck, the other pulling you closer to her. Your bodies pressed together.

⭑ Yrene’s favourite place to have sex is in bed; she isn’t one for risky sex. It just doesn’t excite her.

⭑ She is amazing at aftercare - you never have to leave the bed if you do not wish it. She will bring a basin over to you, with a warm washcloth.