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You whimpered as you felt Manon’s hands run over your body, tracing your stomach and sides as she kissed your neck. It was a welcome distraction from the group of witches that were eagerly watching your naked form upon Manon’s throne.
You felt Manon’s lips slide up to your ear and shivered as you felt her warm breath. “Are you alright?” She asked, her hands stilling to rest on your hips. You nodded and let out a breath. “Yes, just…nervous.”
She was silent for a moment before she spoke again. “One word and we can call it off.”
You chuckled and turned your head to kiss her cheek. “It’s alright love. I still want to.” She had spent days asking you if you were sure you wanted to do this and you had spent a day telling her it was fine, but she still worried. You grabbed her hand and guided it between your legs, feeling her breath catch as she felt just how wet you were.
She chuckled after a moment of exploring your cunt with her fingers and grabbed your thigh to spread your legs, showing your wetness off to the group of witches that were eagerly awaiting you.
“Let’s start then, shall we?”
You sucked in a breath as the first witch stepped forward and you recognized the blonde hair and blue eyes of Petrah. She stalked closer to you and fell to her knees when she reached the edge of the throne, her hands gripping your thighs as Manon’s hands moved back to your sides, drawing calming circles there.
Petrah looked up at you and smiled, rubbing her thumbs against the sensitive insides of your thighs. “Hello pretty girl.” She murmured, leaning forward to kiss your stomach. You swallowed as she began to kiss down your body, the feeling of her teeth scrapping against your skin, making you stumble over your words.
“H-hello..” you felt her smirk against your skin at your stutter, quicking her way down your stomach until she was staring directly at your drooling cunt. You watched as she bit her lip and moved one of her hands to rub against your outer lips with her thumb, bringing the digit to her mouth and licking up your juices.
“Fuck.” She groaned, bringing her hand back to your thigh as she leaned forward to kiss your cunt. You gasped, arching your back at the feeling of her tongue lapping up your wetness, digging your nails into the throne as her moans vibrated through you.
You tilted your head back, biting your lip to hold the moans that so desperately wanted to get out. You felt more than heard Petrah’s snarl as she doubled her efforts, seemingly unsatisfied with not getting to hear your whimpers. She let a hand drift from your left leg to circle your twitching hole with a finger, using the rush of wetness from you to use as lube as she thrusted in.
You jumped at the feeling of her finger inside your cunt and a hand shot out to grip at her hair to bring her closer, to lick you harder. She complied and sped up the thrusting of her finger inside you as she sucked your sensitive clit.
“That’s it sweet thing.” You felt Manon murmur against your skin. her hand replaced Petrah’s on your thigh as she watched the witch lick you open. You felt her smirk as the lewd sound of Petrah fucking your hole reached her ears, chuckling as you closed your eyes in embarrassment.
She gripped your chin with her free hand and forced your head forwards, towards the witches you knew were there. “Open your eyes sweet thing. I want you to see how desperately they watch you.”
You opened your eyes and shuddered at the hungry eyes that watched you. There were so many of them, so many focused on you and the sight of Petrah licking you open. Gods, you could even see a few of them touching themselves, the wet sounds of their pleasure joining yours in a lewd symphony.
It was that symphony, the eyes watching you, and the feeling of Petrah sucking hard on your clit as she added a second finger to join the one inside you that made you explode. Your moans were loud as you climaxed, your back arching against Petrah’s mouth as she brought you down gently, her free hand rubbing your leg in comfort as she licked you through the aftershocks.
Petrah finally pulled away from you and licked her lips to chase the final tastes of you. You could see her smug smile as she watched your twitching form, from your still sensitive cunt to your fluttering eyelids. She stood, leaning down to leave a soft kiss against your cheek as she spoke. “I’ll be seeing you again soon, pretty girl.” She whispered before she turned away from you to join the witches that watched.
You were left still twitching as the next witch stepping forward, one you didn’t recognize. Her gaze was hungry as she got closer and you swallowed nervously. You felt Manon laugh at your nerves and gasped as she used her fingers to spread your pussy lips to show your clenching hole.
“Onto the next one, hm?”
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Okay but imagine jealous!Manon and jealous! Petrah post war 😳
Maybe both Manon and Petrah have a special interest in you, causing a sort of rivalry between them over you. Do you know about it? Maybe, maybe not. But either way you’re reaping the benefits.
Petrah trying not to openly glare at Manon as she flirts with you in front of her. Manon barely not growl when she smells petrah on you because the witch cornered you in the hallway earlier to kiss the living daylights out of you 😩
Will they eventually fuck you together or fist fight? Who knows
I love this. It would be so fun to sit back all pretty and perfect while they fight over you. You’d catch on soon and enjoy their quest to win your affection.
Maybe you catch them fighting. And in your attempts to break it up, you find yourself backed into a corner by two terrifyingly beautiful witches demanding you choose right then and there. But come on. You can’t choose only one. Intimidated, you let out a quiet whisper, “Both…I want you both.” You’re surprised when they look at each other in silent agreement, anger and jealously still blaring in their eyes. “Fine,” Petrah smirks, taking your hand and leading you towards the nearest chambers, “Maybe you’ll come to a better decision once I have you screaming my name.” Your startled response is cut off by Manon’s snarl as she stomps after you both. “We’ll see about that,” Is all Manon says before you’re locked in a room with them and ordered to strip…
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Chapter 4: Lost in history /// Azriel X F!Reader
Summary: The research for a way to send her back started, but they come to the conclusion that there's only one person that can help them now.
Word Count: 2,1K
Warnings: Just our babygirl Y/N being sad.
Notes: We have some Elriel content and i admit that it feels werid writing about them but soon things will change hehehehe
Main Masterlist
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“This is all I have that mentions other worlds.” The red headed female from yesterday's training spoke, her red hair was covered by a blue hoodie, a stone resting peacefully against her forehead. Just like Petrah wore too.
“Thank you..” She motioned for the female so she could tell her name.
“Gwyneth, but you can call me Gwyn.” She nodded.
“Thanks, Gwyn.” The female smiled at her, before spinning on her heels and leaving her alone, walking away.
That morning, Rhysand had appeared again, she had to hold herself as she stared at those violet eyes, he wasn’t like Maeve, he already proved that. He had told her that they were already looking for answers, ways of getting her back to her world. She had asked him how she could help, and that’s how she ended down there.
The priestesses walked around in silence, their dresses rustling against the marble floors, books and more books adorned the walls, the smell of dust and parchment filled the cavernous space. Aelin Galathynius would love a library like that one. The two had discovered a common interest in books during the time she spent in Orynth.
The dream of creating their own book club felt like a very distant memory now. She was rather fond of the Queen, Aelin was just amazing, and she saw her for what she truly was, a survivor, just like Y/N. So young having to deal with all of that, she admired her strength, the courage to wake up everyday and fight for the world she wanted.
She shook her head, thinking about it wouldn’t help, and she would just be sad, more than she already was. So she stuck her nose on the pages and read everything she could about other worlds.
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She closed the last book with an annoyed growl. Nothing. Absolutely nothing helpful on those pages. She wanted to bang her head against the nearest wall, the whole fucking day spent in theories, nothing concrete in how to access those said worlds.
“Nothing?” A deep voice sounded, she turned her head, Cassian was standing there. “I won’t say we're having much more success than you.” She took a deep breath, getting up and stretching her muscles.
“I sat here for hours and not a single thing was useful. For a library that big, someone would think you have more information than that.” She started to follow the male.
“Thank you, I've been saying that for centuries.” He led the way towards the endless stairs that would take them back to the surface.
“How old are you exactly?” His head turned to the side just enough so he could see her from his peripheral vision.
“I’m 539 years old.” She stopped in her tracks. “I know it sounds old for such a young female like you.” He turned fully to her.
“How old do you think I am?” A smile danced on her lips.
“I don’t know, 22?” She then laughed, walking past him, starting to go upstairs to get out of that library.
“Thank you, but I'm 105.” She explained and Cassian gasped loudly.
“You’re not.” She nodded her head.
“I am. Witches tend to age very slowly.” She emphasised the world very, and Cassian found himself intrigued. Obviously they also aged slowly, but he didn't imagine the same happened in her world as well.
The rest of the way was silent, as they made their way towards the House of Wind, as Nesta had introduced yesterday. The house responsible for her warm bath and fresh clothes this morning as well. She had thanked the house quietly, but Azriel had caught the faint whispers, so used to them, thinking it was very sweet of her.
More people had joined the dinner, the smell of food lingered in the air, conversations floated around and she found herself surrounded by more strangers. A female holding a baby that looked like a younger version of Nesta. A black male with white hair, sitting by the side of a small female with silver eyes and short hair.
She greeted all of them, introducing herself and waiting for them to do the same. The male was called Varian and Amren was by his side. Feyre and Nyx were High Lady and heir to the night court. They all looked at her with curiosity, everyone seemed to look at her like this lately, even when she was back at her home.
“So you are the pretty female that the skies blessed us with.” Amren spoke. She reminded her of Lin, with her narrow eyes and deep black hair.
“Amren, will you keep what I told you in secret, please?” Morrigan exclaimed, sipping on her wine. The smaller female just rolled her eyes, waving her hand in dismissal.
“Well, I guess so.” She poked a piece of lamb. Her goblet filled with wine but she craved something else. She craved blood.
“Hopefully you had more success than us.” Feyre spoke, her sweet voice sounding like a fresh breeze. The baby slept clutched to her chest. Y/N knew she was staring at him, but she didn’t care, her memories drifting to a distant time, where a baby just as tiny as him never had the chance to live, and she paid a bitter price for her actions.
“I.. hmm…” She cleared her throat, everyone was waiting for an answer, their eyes glued to her. Her scar throbbed with the attention and she had to hold back from flinching with the pain that pulsates on the skin. “No, I have found nothing useful.” She concluded, sipping on the wine, making a frown at the taste, blood tasted way better.
“Not fond of wine?” Amren mocked, like she knew exactly what she wanted.
“I just like something a little bit different, that’s all.” She didn’t want to disrespect them in their home, Asterin would be disappointed if she did so. So she downed the wine with the food, pretended to participate in their conversations and watched as the night progressed out of the window.
“We need to check Koschei.” Rhysand spoke, this caught her attention and she started to listen again. “It’s been weeks, we need to know what he’s been up to.” The name caused her blood to run cold, she didn’t know what, but something about this creature left her on alert.
“Who is Koschei?” She asked, their heads turning to her, Rhysand shared a look with his mate, like they were having a silent conversation before he spoke again.
“He’s a powerful sorcerer bound to a lake.” He started.
“For now.” Morrigan corrected.
“Yes, for now. We want to defeat him before he becomes an even bigger problem than he already is.” She studied them, how the whole table felt tense with the conversation, like they were afraid of this thing, something told Y/N that she should feel afraid too.
“Maybe he knows something.” Nesta started. “He’s from another world as well.”
“What? Do you want to go there and ask him how to open a portal to another world?” Amren mocked and Nesta gave her a hurtful look.
“No, but maybe we can find a book about him, someone that knows his history or something like that.” She defended herself.
“Nesta is right.” Cassian spoke, hand squeezing her thigh under the table. “We’re already looking for a way to free Vassa, we can ask Lucien to try and help with this too.”
“That is a great idea. I’ll send him a letter, it’s already time for him to visit us.” Feyre chimed in, her blue eyes sparking with happiness at the thought of seeing Lucien again, it’s been months since he left with the Band of Exiles. “You’re going to love Lucien.” She turned to Y/N.
“If you think so.” Meeting more people, she was so excited for that. With a loud yawn, she excused herself and retired to her room, she had to wake up early to go for a ride on Meraxes, she could hear the winds calling for her.
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“I swear there’s nothing going on.” Azriel promised, but Elain still refused to hear him. After their argument the day before, she had come looking for him in the training field, just to find her glued to his back, and Azriel allowing it as she claimed.
“What I saw yesterday would love to disagree with you.” She poked her untouched food, they were in a reserved table on a restaurant across the Rainbow, he just wanted that argument to be over.
“It was just training, my flower.” He begged, rubbing his hand over his face in an attempt to calm himself, he didn’t know what else he could say to convince her. “You chose me and I chose you, despite everything, that female cannot change that.”
If he only knew how wrong he was. She looked at him with that spark in her eyes, hands clutching his scarred ones and bringing to her pink lips in a sweet kiss.
“You are right, she’s not better than me and she never will.” His shadows moved as if they disagreed, they were always quiet in Elain’s presence and he never knew why. They didn’t darted towards her like they did with Y/N more times than he could count in the short period she was there.
“Yeah, let’s just eat and go home, please.” He begged and Elain nodded.
The rest of the dinner felt bitter against his lips, his head throbbed and when he rested his hands on her lower back to lead the way home, it felt wrong, so wrong. He swallowed the feelings and kept trying to convince himself that he chose this, this is what he wanted. Three sisters to three brothers or whatever.
Elain’s hands cupped his cheek, and she lifted her body to the tip of her toes, kissing him lightly on the lips, saying her good night to him, disappearing into her room at the River House.
He closed the door behind him, flying towards the House of Wind in a starless sky, dark clouds covering the beautiful night. When he landed on the balcony, he slowly stalked towards his room, but his shadows urged him away from it, towards the library.
From the open arch on the stone wall, he could see her, a tiny nightgown covering her body, some strands falling loose from her braid. A book clutched in hands as she sat against a window, eyes glued to the sky.
“Couldn’t sleep?” He said, his voice hoarse. She turned to him, those beautiful eyes penetrating his soul. She closed her book.
“There’s a storm coming.” She raised her finger, pointing outside.
“How do you know?” Stars still littered the sky from where he could see.
“I can hear it's calling.” Azriel nodded. She had a defeated expression on her face, all he wanted to do was to soothe the furrowed eyebrows and tell her everything would be fine. “Do you think I'll ever find my way home?” Tears glistened in the moonlight, burning her eyes.
“I don’t know.” He answered with honesty, he didn’t have the answer for that, and as much as he wanted to help her, something inside him didn’t want her to go back. He shushed that part of him, hiding them in the shadows of his heart.
“I wonder if they miss me.” She looked outside again, ever since Asterin died, she felt like she lost her space in the world, like she didn’t belong anywhere, if she disappeared would anyone notice? Would they find a way to get her back? All those questions and self doubt weighed on her soul, crushing her until she couldn’t breathe. She blinked the tears away.
“I’m sure they do.” She could hear the pity in his tone, and she hated that, she knew that if she looked at him he would have that look on his face, the one everyone had when they looked at her. Manon, Fenrys, Aelin, Shearah, Elide and all of them, the same pitiful glare reserved just for her. She didn’t want to face that here as well.
So she got up, leaving the book behind and walked past him, as fast as the winds, but his warm hand caught her arm, forcing her to stop. Her head whipped back, eyes locking with his golden ones.
“I’m so sorry if I offended you.” His voice was gentle, calming.
“I don’t need your pity.��� She barked in anger.
“I wouldn’t dare.” He promised, and she just nodded, freeing herself from his grip, going to her room, locking the door and throwing herself under the blankets. The skin of her arm felt warm where he had touched. And that night, after tossing and tuning for what felt like an eternity, she dreamed about that male again.
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Zoyaofthegardvn's Throne of Glass Masterlist
A/N: Here is a list of my Throne of Glass fics! If you'd like to send in a request, be sure to check my general masterlist first. Happy reading :)
General Masterlist
🔥 - indicates smut (18+ plz)
Manon Blackbeak x reader -
Overstimulation 🔥
In which Manon overstimulates poor reader...
NSFW Alphabet 🔥
Just some dirty headcanons about Manon in the bedroom...
The Queen's Maidservant 🔥
In which the reader, a maidservant, is called to assist Manon with her bath...
Lingerie Headcanons (requested) 🔥
Just some headcanons about Manon's reaction to reader surprising her with wearing lingerie...
Messes and Apologies (requested)
In which reader gets her period, and is scared to tell Manon.
Smutty Drabble (requested) 🔥
Thigh riding and scissoring...
First Time (requested) 🔥
In which Manon takes reader's virginity...
Elide Lochan x reader -
NSFW Alphabet 🔥
Just some dirty headcanons about Elide in the bedroom...
Asterin Blackbeak x reader -
NSFW Alphabet 🔥
Just some dirty headcanons about Asterin in the bedroom...
Sorrel Blackbeak x reader -
NSFW Alphabet 🔥
Just some dirty headcanons about Sorrel in the bedroom...
Manon Blackbeak x Elide Lochan -
Hold Me? (requested)
In which Elide is overwhelmed, and Manon soothes her with cuddles.
Jealousy, Jealousy (requested) 🔥
In which Elide gets jealous and shows Manon who she belongs to...
Bad Kitty (requested) 🔥
In which Elide acts out, and Manon has no choice but to punish her...
Which Witch? (requested)
In which Petrah shows Elide a trick, and Manon isn't happy about it.
Asterin Blackbeak x Elide Lochan -
Fluff Headcanons (requested)
Just some fluffy thoughts about Asterin x Elide!
NSFW Headcanons (requested) 🔥
Just some dirty headcanons about Asterin x Elide...
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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
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Listen I had to write a (small) Drabble about Elides punishment
Elide swore this had to be what hell was like, the endless torture of Petrah’s thighs between her legs, the sight of you spread out for Manon to feast on, and the feeling of her hands tied behind her back so she can’t touch you. Gods, how she wants to touch you.
Petrah’s chuckles in her ear “what’s wrong sweet thing? Is there something you want?” Elide gasps as Petrah grips her hips and drags her against her thigh, over and over again, causing heat to burn in her cunt.
“Manon, fuck, please!” Gods you sound wonderful and Elide moves into the thrusts, humping the thigh underneath her at the sounds of your moans. “M’gunna cum!”
Elide’s breath hitches and she starts to desperately rub herself on Petrah’s thigh, eager to at least cum with you if she can’t touch you. She moans in tandom with you, her pleasure rising, rising,rising-
Strong hands hold her still, keeping her from her release. She whines, barley able to hear you cum from the roaring in her ears. “Surely you didn’t think this was only us adding you to our little group?” Petrah asks and elide feels a chill down her spine. “We’ve already punished our little one, but yours however, has just begun.”
She hears your moans start up again and Manon’s join you, and elide nearly cums from seeing Manon rub her cunt against yours. “Our pet has been so good lately so we figured we would give her a reward. She can cum as much as she wants tonight.” Petrah leans closer to whisper in her ear.
“And each time she does, you will not.”
this is perfection 😫 i am deceased!!
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That manon vs Petrah’s Drabble was 👌 chef kiss
But imagine elide comes to visit and she sees you, a pretty little thing who’s being fought over so much that the witches who are fighting for you are barely giving you attention, and she can’t just let you be alone, can she?
That’s how Manon and Petrah realize that elide has stolen you right from under their noses
Sneaky little Elide…who would’ve thought. She gives you the affection you’ve been longing for. You can’t help but run off with her to bask in the bliss you feel with her.
So that’s when Manon and Petrah finally set aside their feud to steal you back. You’re theirs. And you’re in for one hell of a punishment for daring to leave them.
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Elides initiation into the Manon-Petrah-us group is also her punishment for stealing you away. Petrah has her humping her thigh while Manon fucks you in front of her, never letting Elide touch you like she longs to
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It’s a joint punishment. Elide is forced to watch as Manon takes you apart. And the amount of times you’re made to cum, is the number of times Petrah will edge Elide…
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Not elide getting us in trouble with our girlfriends(?)
ugh i know. it’s like she wants us to be punished…
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Not elide girlbossing her way into helping us with our relationship problems
I think Elide just wants us for herself. Just think how upset she’ll be when you return to your witches. And you’ll always have that little piece of your mind that can’t forget about the way Elide made you feel.
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This may be the soft bitch in me but imagining after getting punished by Manon and Petrah they both pay more attention to their pretty thing that felt like they had to run to another. Much cuddling and apologizing for making them feel alone
Oh yes, they would. They know they did wrong and couldn’t handle it if you ever tried to leave again
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