#Lysandra Ennar x reader

[throneofsapphics]

one more for the party

Aelins Court x f!Reader (mostly fenrys, rowan, aelin, and a bit of Lysandra)

Summary: you're invited to one of Aelin and Rowan's special parties

Warnings: smut, dvp, orgy

Word Count: 1332

A/N: happy kinktober everyone! here's the first of my kinktober shorts. if anyone would like to be added to the kinktober taglist, please let me know!

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How in the Gods did you end up here? 

That really was the question of the age. As a friend of Aedion’s, the King and Queen had taken a special interest in you, for months, unknown to you. You’d just assumed they were being friendly. 

Of course, their friendship was a given and if you’d desired nothing past that they would have accepted it, but you were glad there was even an option for something past that. This was something you never could’ve imagined. 

“Is it your first time at one of these?” Lysandra purred, running her hand down your arm. You turned to fix your eyes on the beauty, biting down on your bottom lip and nodding. She pried your lip away from your teeth with her thumb, running her finger across your bottom lip. “You’re quite the catch,” she winked and stood, extending her hand towards you. “Let me help,” she offered. 

Help? Perhaps help smooth things over, make it a tad less awkward for you. 

You took her hand, one of the easiest decisions of the night. 

The room quieted as you stood, as Lysandra’s hands tugged at the thin straps on your shoulders, slowly lowering the fabric to expose you to the room, inch by inch. 

As all of their attention slowly fixed on you, you felt yourself grow bolder inside, more sure and certain that you could do this. The attention, especially from such an attractive room of individuals, was captivating. 

Aelin beckoned you forward, a Queen summoning a subject, when your dress hit the floor, soft fabric pooling around your feet. There was a slightly impatient lilt to her eyes that thrilled you. 

“Go on,” Lysandra encouraged you. You sent a sheepish and thankful smile over your shoulder, you hadn’t realized you’d been stuck standing still. She gently pressed between your shoulder blades and you began moving. 

Soft carpet caressed your feet, cushioning every step to be as light as any Fae warriors. It was ages and eternity before you finally arrived in front of Aelin, who stood as you approached. 

“Hello lovely,” she murmured, sweeping your hair away from your face, “we’ve been hoping you’d show up at one of these for a while.” 

“I don’t know why I waited.” 

Your answer earned you a grin of approval, and she gripped your chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilting head slightly as she brushed her lips against yours, the barest hint of a kiss, before trailing across your skin, leaving burning embers and flushed flesh in her wake. 

Her lips hovered what must be a hairsbreadth from your ear, “I’d like to see you with Rowan and Fenrys. If you’re agreeable.” Oh you were agreeable. You nodded. She tutted. “I need to hear you say yes,” 

“Yes,” you said, right on beat. 

Aelin drew back and let out a low whistle. 

You bit back a chuckle, especially as Fenrys grumbled, “I’m not a dog.” 

You caught Rowan sending him a side-ways are you sure about that glance, and dodging the other male’s elbow. 

Not giving you too much time to overthink, they each bracketed you, hands running up and down your abdomen, thighs, sides of your breasts, shoulders, touching each bit of you they could reasonably reach with a painful gentleness. Touches grew firmer, longer, rougher, breaths grew shorter, turned into pants. 

“Can you take both of us, beautiful?” Rowan asked, kissing the space below your ear. 

You nodded eagerly, adding a breath ‘yes’.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted Lysandra and Lorcan, Elide and Aedion coupled off, side by side. 

“Focus on us, I know they’re very pretty,” Fenrys chided, his mouth turned up at the corners, the beginning of a smirk. Aedion caught your eye and winked before refocusing on the small female on her knees in front of him. 

Fenrys walked backwards, tugging you with him until his knees hit the edge of the bed, letting you crawl on top of him, bodies sharing heat, skin lighting on fire where it met. Your lips gently sucked and nipped their way down his neck, small groans leaving his lips. The sound was music to your ears. 

He ran his hands up and down your sides, as if he was drinking in the feel of you, soaking up every bit of you he could get. 

You felt... fuck, Rowan was big, bigger than you expected against your back. 

“We’ll make it fit,” you heard him behind you, a hint of amusement in his tone. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. You told him as much. 

“You didn’t, he’s just arrogant,” Fenrys said, before recapturing your attention with his mouth, lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and scraping lightly with his teeth. 

He was good. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were sandwiched between two people who knew exactly what they were doing. You arched away from him as Rowan’s fingers grazed over the bundle of nerves between your thighs, hitting another pleasure center. 

Fenrys’s hands gently but firmly gripped your hips, sliding you up far enough to hover over him, pressing against your entrance.

Too slowly, he lowered you onto himself, eyes daring you to complain. You took it as a challenge, using the muscles in your legs to slow it even further, squeezing in a way you knew would drive him wild. Sure enough, a hiss left his lips and you hid your smirk. 

“Clever witch,” he groaned, before tangling one hand in the back of your hair, the other braced against your hip as he slammed himself home. 

You gasped, breath catching, trying to imagine fitting another inside of you. It wasn’t possible. Couldn’t be. 

But ... as Fenrys began to move, as you gave yourself over to the feeling you felt a greedy little thing inside of you rise, wanting more, knowing more was available. 

“Hold,” you heard the command in Aelin’s tone and Fenrys paused. Practiced almost. They’d had a plan, you realized. 

The Queen, your Queen approached you from the side, her eyes darting frequently to your lips. You imagined how hers would feel. Would they be soft? Would she be firm or gentle? Full of passion or caution? 

You didn’t have to imagine for long. 

Pure passion. 

As she was captivating you, you felt another pressure between your legs. A hand, fingers sliding inside of you, stretching you. You winced. 

Aelin didn’t miss a thing and pulled back slightly. “You’re doing wonderful, beautiful,” the praise lit something inside of you, soothed a bit of the pain you were feeling down there. If your Queen was telling you that, surely you had to believe it, it had to be the truth. 

Another finger was pressed inside of you. Discomfort, but not quite pain. 

Aelin caught your attention again. You felt Fenrys’s hair brush against your shoulder, his teeth nipping at your neck. 

Someone else was running fingers through your hair. Lysandra. Purring words of comfort into your ear, telling you how fucking incredible you looked right now. 

Confidence filled you with her words, with all of their words. 

When Rowan's cock finally notched against your entrance, he murmured, “the first bit is the worst,” and didn’t give you more time to think. 

Mouth parted in a silent scream, your head dropped forward against Fenrys’s shoulder. 

Their arms tightened around you holding you perfectly still. 

“Can I move?” You heard the barely controlled restraint in Rowan’s voice. 

“Yes,” you managed to say. 

“Deep breaths,” Fenrys said as the other male pushed. 

It burnt. It stung. Gods, it fucking hurt more than his fingers possibly could. But with the pain came that beautiful edge of pleasure you were able to ride. 

That pain slowly ebbed away as he inched inside of you, as Fenrys moved, as Aelin’s fingers toyed with your nipples while they could, before the two males really started moving in unison and she retreated to watch. 

The three of you certainly put on a show that night. 

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[starryhiraeth]

Coming soon…

champagne problems|Dorian Havillivard x reader

‘‘Tis the damn season|Lysandra Ennar x reader

Gold rush|Rowan x reader

Long story short|Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Right where you left me|Aelin x Sam x reader

[shadowdaddies]

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

(whichever you prefer I love them all)

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

Throne of Glass Roadtrip Headcanons

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

• She also only packed wine and chocolate for snacks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rowaelinsdaughter]

𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 (𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

Second fanfic of my masterlist!!! i loved to write this fanfic with my queen aelin galathynius WARNINGS: none (?)

You had been in the library for four hours, doing assignments and studying for exams and you were doing all this to surpass your rival, Aelin Galathynius, one of the best students Orynth University has ever had and your biggest rival. You went to the same course, the same classes, and every time there was a debate or a question had to be answered... your classmates made sure not to be in the way when it started.

Already in the first year you had had your debates but everything changed in the 3rd year, where grades were the most important thing and being the best, not only in the class, but in the entire course, could mean having the best position at the time. to do the internship and then have the best job. So you did everything possible to get the best grades, turn everything in on time, participate in class...

You get up to look for a book you needed for work. You were looking for the book on the shelf when you heard footsteps approaching. You don't give it importance, many students come here to be calm and concentrate more. You notice how that person is on the shelf behind you, his gaze penetrates your head, as if he wanted to make a hole in you. At that moment you notice the scent of jasmine, lemon verbena and crackling embers.

You sigh, letting your arms fall, you look at the ceiling asking whoever to get you out of there, but you know that's not going to happen. You turn to look at your rival, Aelin Galathynius. Leaning against the bookshelf, a smug smile adorned her beautiful face. You hated her, but you couldn't deny that she was beautiful, more than beautiful and that made you hate her more.

“What do you want Aelin?”

“Can't I visit my favorite person?”

You roll your eyes. “We all know that I am at the bottom of your list of favorite people.”

“You shouldn't get carried away by what people say, honey.”

Aelin approaches you and you back away until your back hits the bookshelf. Her arms rest above your head, leaving you trapped and inches away from her. You stare at her mouth for an eternity and when you look back into her eyes. Your eyes connect and you lose yourself in the turquoise and gold so characteristic and so unusual.

“Has no one ever told you that you are insufferable and that you talk too much?”

One hand goes down to grab your waist, separating you from the shelf to press your body against her, and the other caresses your neck and then grabs it and brings you closer to her face. Your breaths intermingle, and you notice how yours accelerates and for a moment you think your heart is going to jump out of your chest.

“If you think I talk too much then you should shut me up.”

"I hate you, Aelin"

“I hate you too, honey.”

Her lips meet yours and for a moment you think you've touched heaven. The universe stops and only the two of you exist, your hands grab her neck and Aelin's hands grab your waist. Her hands sneak under your shirt to caress your skin. His lips are insatiable, and her hands explore every corner of your waist and your back, unable to stay still, your hands caress her neck, creating a path to her waist and then return to her face and caress her cheeks.

After minutes, hours, years, you separate. Your breaths are labored. Your cheeks have turned a deep red, his eyes are bright and full of emotion, as if he had waited a long time to do this and for a moment you think about the times he stared at you every time you spoke, the pride present in his eyes.

There was a chance she didn't hate you.

“God, you are perfect, how could I last all this time without kissing you?”

“Didn't you say you hated me?”

“Hate you? Oh my god, you are the most wonderful, intelligent, perfect person I have ever met. You've gotten into my head, I can't stop thinking about you, I can't study, I can't concentrate on anything other than you." Her hands caress your cheeks. "I never imagined I would be like this with you, you are my obsession, my deity… I love you Y/n…”

You reach for her hands to hold them and caress the back of her hands.

“You may be insufferable, talkative, smart, beautiful…” A soft laugh escapes her lips. “But I think I might feel the same way, Aelin Galathynius.”

Aelin hugs you so quickly that you don't have time to process what's happening, you let out a euphoric laugh followed by the librarian commanding silence. You smile at each other in silence.

"I love you"

"I hate you"

tags: @danikamariewrites @throneofsapphics

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

[stormborngod]

What I think the women from tog would call you as a nickname

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Aelin: sweetheart or darling and half of the times she calls you those it’s teasing and the other half is very soft

Lysandra: darling and she knows it flusters you and is a little shit about it

Elide: petal or lovely 🥰 she says it in the sweetest way every time

Manon: doesn’t really have a nickname for you? Not that she doesn’t care enough to give you one but she just thinks your name is enough

Asterin: my love and you can rip this headcannon from my cold dead hands

Sorrel: another who doesn’t have a solid nickname but she just kinda calls you everything

Ansel: precious and it’s also a half teasing and half serious

Petrah: darling and it makes you melt all the time

[paasrin]

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