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Comfort Pressure

Lorcan x reader

note: Happy birthday to me specifically! All I wanted was Lorcan smut so here it is

warnings: smut, p in v, dirty talk, pet names, after care

“That’s it, let go baby, you can do it.” Lorcan coos above you. One of his large hands cradles the top of your head as he thrusts into your pussy. His cock hitting all the right spots making you see stars and turning you into a mindless puddle as he fucks you.  

Lorcan knew exactly what you needed when he caught you pacing back and forth in your office, wringing your hands in front of you so hard he thought you were going to pull your fingers from their sockets. You needed to not think. 

Your mate realized how much he hadn’t been paying attention the last few days thanks to his own work taking up all his time. When Lorcan really looked at you he saw how overwhelmed you were. Leading you to now, with Lorcan on top of you making sure the only thing on your mind is the pleasure he’s giving you. 

A knot in your stomach tightens forcing your head to jerk forward, your wide eyes meeting Lorcan’s dark ones, his focus completely on you. His eyes tracking every move you make like the deadly predator he is. Every jerk of your hips, every sharp breath is an indicator to Lorcan that he’s doing his job. He leans further over you, the rough pad of his thumb brushing over your chin to push your head back to keep eye contact with him as he pushes his cock further into you. 

“AH–Lor,” you moan. “So big I–I need,” you’re cut off by another deep thrust of Lorcan’s hips. “I know baby, I know. You’re doing so good for me, my good girl.” Lorcan says so low you swear he growls. “I can feel that you’re close, you can let go baby you deserve it. Come all over my cock baby make a fucking mess.” 

At Lorcan’s encouragement your fourth orgasm of the night rushes through you, making you tremble and push against Lorcan’s hips. You fall limp against the bed, your limbs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds. Your head is cloudy with real life trying to creep when you want to focus on how Lorcan just pleasured you until you were putty in his hands.

Lorcan slowly pulls out and starts pressing soft kisses across your hip bones and tummy. “Hey, focus on me baby. Eyes on me, there we go.” Lorcan says softly. One of his large hands slides up your side from your thigh to rest at the base of your neck, the heel of his hand at the center of your clavicle. You melt into his touch, feeling your mind refocus on your mate. Your lips pull into a lazy smile as Lorcan slowly crawls up your body. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, smiling at how you are still so responsive to his touch. 

His free hand comes to squeeze your hip. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Lorcan whispers, moving to pick you up bridal style. 

After a nice hot bath and Lorcan giving you the best scalp massage you’ve ever had, he carries you back to bed, pulling one of his sleep shirts over your head. As soon as Lorcan is in bed you snuggle into his side, your eyes half closed as you attempt to look at him. Lorcan smiles at you and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. “How are you feeling, my love?” You let out a hum and press closer to his side. 

“Good.” You say, a little hesitation lingering in your voice. 

 “Tell me what you need, baby.” Lorcan prods gently, cupping the nape of your neck and rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. 

“I just want to focus on us, right now. I liked what you did earlier with your hand just laying on my neck. I just really like feeling you.” 

Lorcan feels his heart swell with the love you have for him. He never thought he would be able to be this gentle with someone – never mind finding his mate – until you stumbled into his life. The patience you showed him helped Lorcan navigate his feelings at the start of the relationship. 

“Anything you want, baby. Here, lay on your back, let's get you comfortable.” Lorcan moves his leg to rest between yours, his torso not fully on you so he wouldn’t crush you with his weight. You fully relax when Lorcan brings his hand to rest on your neck again. Giving in to the heaviness of your eyelids you let them close. The sting from how dry your eyes have been all day is slowly disappearing. A warm surge of love from Lorcan’s end of the bond blooms in your chest completing the feeling of being cared for. You feel stable like this, with his body holding yours together. As you drift off you think about how lucky you are that this male is your mate. 

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I'm almost done with a Lorcan smut/aftercare fic that I feel like is the best one I've written and I will be posting it this weekend to celebrate my birthday 🙂‍↔️

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I’m craving some eris x reader content (since your fics are legit my fav you capture his character perfectly) I’m thinking more angst but I am not opposed to fluff 🙃

The Great Divide

Eris x reader

note: thank you so much! I feel like I haven't written for Eris in so long, especially just an angsty fic

warnings: angst, no happy ending

“I thought I’d find you here,” you say plainly striding into the part of the library Eris has claimed as his. A handmade walnut table sits in the middle of bookcases that have been pulled over to be makeshift walls. Books and parchment cover the table's surface, even more are crammed onto the shelves. 

In the middle of it all is Eris. Illuminated by the soft lamp light the general and eldest son of Autumn looks ethereal. 

Your heart can’t help but flutter in a way that worries you. Your feelings for Eris have been like walking on a frozen lake. You don’t know which parts are safe to step on or when you’ll be plunged into freezing water. 

You wait for Eris to acknowledge your presence before you say something else. Just a look or even a pensive hum will do. You don’t get your wish as his amber eyes stay glued to the papers in front of him. 

“You missed our meeting,” you say as casually as possible but the hurt you’ve been harboring came through anyway. You waited over two hours by the lake for Eris to show up this afternoon.

Whenever you can, you and Eris take time to be away from the Forest House with each other. You’re not entirely sure what you two are, if you’re dating or something more. You want him and you think Eris wants you. He’s been distant for a few days now. 

“I wasn’t aware you were on my schedule.” Eris says without looking up from the page he’s studying. You feel your heart cease beating for a few moments at his cold tone. Eris has never been short with you even with others around. Not even with his father near. 

Taking a step backward you try to collect yourself. “Apologies, my prince.” You bow your head mostly so he wouldn’t see the tears welling in your eyes. Not that Eris would react with how this conversation is going. “Y/n there is no need to address me that way.” 

A sarcastic laugh leaves your lips. “I thought that’s what you were insinuating.” Eris steps around his desk making you step back again. Eris freezes, his face distorted in panic. 

You find the strength to pick up your head to look into his amber eyes, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. “Is there…did you need anything?” Eris asks, trying not to sound too empathetic. You shake your head no at him, refusing to look at him again.

You turn to leave his secluded part of the library, a foreign feeling taking shape in your chest at the divide Eris has just made clear between you. “Please, do let me know if your schedule opens up. I’d hate to inconvenience you by coming by unannounced.” Eris physically winces at your harsh words. He deserves them, there isn’t a doubt in his mind about that.  

Maybe one day Eris can explain it all to you and you can forgive him for this. In a twisted way he’s doing this to keep you safe. The threats Beron had strung together this afternoon were so vile Eris had to rush back to his rooms to be sick. Images of females that got too close to his brothers from the past haunting him. 

If anything happened to you the likes of Jesminda, or Lyra, or Dianna he would never be able to forgive himself. Hell, he wouldn’t be able to live. The idea of any harm coming to you makes him ill. 

Eris tells himself that it’s for the best if you stay away from each other anyway. It will save you both the heartache and anxiety of sneaking around more. He’ll be keeping an eye on you. Just to make sure Beron won’t go near you and then he’ll leave you alone.

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What are your rules when it comes to requests I've thought of a poly crescent city and bat boys idea

I don't have that many rules. As long as it says my requests are open feel free to send in a request :)

If you have any specific questions please feel free to dm me

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11 & 12 for the Poly+ SJM Week game!

I'm late to the game but I've thought this over and I have answers!

11) Which SJM character do you think would most naturally thrive in a polyamorous relationship, and why?

-I feel like the obvious answer is Helion just from what we know about him BUT that feels like a cheap answer. Those are just his sexual preferences and I don't think that means he wants/would be in a poly relationship. Honestly I'm not fully sure who would most naturally thrive, but my mind for some reason goes to Tharion from Crescent City. I just think he cares a lot and has a lot of love to give. In my head I don't see him with one person. I am kind of rooting for him and Sathia though, I'm eager to see where that relationship goes.

12) In a canon-compliant world, how might different cities/locations (Night Court, Autumn Court, Adarlan, Lunation) culturally view or regulate poly+ relationships? How would that impact your characters? Bonus points if your characters cross the Maasverse.

-I think all of these locations vastly differ from each other. With Lunathion being the modern world I think most people don't give it a second thought. In Prythian I think it varies from court to court. The Day Court is where it's most accepted, I think the Night Court is cool with poly realtionships. The only court I see being super strict is Autumn given Beron's rule. In Throne of Glass I think a lot of kingdoms don't give it a second thought.

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Happy @polysjmweek ! I'm so excited to participate for the 3rd year in a row! Huge thank you to @acourtofladydeath for putting this together again and reblogging/reposting all these amazing fics, fanart, playlists, and every other creative piece that's contributed.

Below is my masterlist for poly week with pairings from all 3 SJM series. Happy reading! 🩵

Day 1: Belts, Bathrooms, and Lipstick

Day 2: Shivers (part 1)

Day 3: That Perfect Feeling

Day 4: Soft Spot for Only You

Day 5: Our Queen

Day 6: Please Be My Peace?

Day 7: Shivers (part 2)

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here's my completed poly+ week 2026 masterlist!

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Shivers (part 2)

Cazriel x reader

You start to finally warm up with the help of your friends ;)

warnings: suggestive, touching, illusions to sex

note: Another poly+ week comes to an end which means I can binge read everything! I hope you all enjoyed these fics and another huge thanks to @acourtofladydeath for organizing this fic week.

“Below the castle are natural baths, almost like a hot spring! You should go down to warm up,” Viviane suggested to you after dinner. Deciding to stop being miserable you take Vivian’s suggestion once everyone else has retired for the evening. 

Throwing on a fluffy robe, slippers and grabbing the thickest towel you can find, you head down to the baths. What you don’t notice are the shadows trailing at your heels.

As you descend the stairs you feel the air change. The humidity gets thicker and the temperature rises a few degrees with every step. You let out a content sigh, the chill finally starting to leave your bones as the pleasant heat kisses your skin. 

The wide cavernous room takes your breath away. The room is all smooth gray stone, a domed ceiling with lights reflecting off of what look like icicles hanging. Steam rises from 6 different in-ground pools around the room. You gravitate towards the one with a good amount of steam rising from the surface of the water. Just to make sure you were right about the temperature you kick off your slippers to dip your toes in. 

Your head falls back and you let out a sigh, feeling the warmth course through you. You quickly shed your bathrobe and nightgown to fully submerge yourself in the bath. The warm–borderline scalding actually–water laps at your shoulders. Sitting on the little built in stone bench you rest your head back against the edge of the bath. 

You stay like that for a long time, reveling in the fact that the water isn’t losing warmth and you can stay down here as long as you like. 

Mere moments later you feel something skitter across the back of your neck,making you jump. You sit up, whipping your head around to see what could have possibly touched you. A wisp of darkness shyly inches away from the edge of the bath, almost hanging its head in shame for scaring you. “Come here,” you say gently, holding out your palm for Azriel’s little shadow. It wiggles a little before flying at your hand, slowly swirling in your open palm. “What are you doing so far from Az?” 

“It’s not,” a familiar voice says, followed by the sight of two tall Illyrians smiling down at you, towels hanging low on their hips. The shadow comes to a halt as your jaw drops slightly at the glorious sight before you. Your cheeks are turning redder by the second and not from the temperature of the water. 

Azriel gives his shadow something of a disapproving look and it rushes back to rest at his shoulders with the others. Cassian moves from Az’s side to test the water himself, letting out a pleasant hum. “Mind if we join you, love?” Cass asks with a wicked smirk. You feel your brain stop functioning for a long moment at the question. No way this is happening. You definitely went back to bed after dinner and are now having an insane dream due to the chill from earlier. 

You realize you’re staring strangely at your best friends (who you wish were more than just friends) and force yourself to nod yes. As the pair drop their towels with yours you avert your gaze. They slip into the bath on either side of you. Cassian spread his wings a little to stretch the joints and let them rest in the hot water. 

You stare at them as they relax, wishing they were able to be this at peace all the time. You wish you could be with them all the time. 

Azriel’s hazel eyes meet yours. You get a little ashamed, being caught staring at his beautifully muscled and tattooed chest. He gives you a small smile and you quickly look down at the ripples in the water. 

“Hey,” Az whispers, inching closer to you. So close that your bare thighs now touch. You can’t look him in the eye like this. Or Cassian, who seems to just be enjoying himself, floating with his chest up and wings spread enough not to touch anything. 

You fold your arms against your chest, bringing your hands just another surface to pick at your nails to distract from Azriel’s proximity. He gently hooks a scarred finger under your chin letting his thumb rest just below your lip. “You don’t need to be shy with us, love.” Azriel gives you one of those soft rare smiles that makes your stomach do flips. “I-I’m not it’s just, I just-” you stutter out, not totally sure where you were going with your sentence. “We’ve just never been this close is all.” You murmur. 

“No, but Cass and I have wanted to be, with you that is.” Az slightly trips over his words. You feel yourself calm down a little at his nerves shining through. 

Cassian settles himself behind you, pressing his chest to your back, snaking his arms around your waist to keep you close to him. You lean into his touch like you’ve wanted to all day. Finally warm and relaxed in his strong arms. “Is this ok?” You ask, your hands moving to hold Cassian’s forearms. “More than you know baby,” Cass says with a smirk, lightly biting at your earlobe then pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You’re ours baby, don’t even try to deny it.” 

“And we’re yours,” Azriel adds, his face so close to yours your lips are almost touching. Your stomach drops like one of them just dropped you out of the sky and the other caught you too close to the ground. 

Taking the plunge you lean forward pressing your lips against Azriel’s. He kisses you back, sending chills through your body. Azriel cups your jaw keeping you close to him, deepening the kiss. You moan against his lips and grab at his hips. 

Cassian runs his calloused hands down your sides to rest on your thighs squeezing them. You melt into him even more. Cassian pulls you onto his laps grinding his hardened length against your ass sending a wave of pleasure through your body. Breaking away from Azriel you turn to connect your lips with Cassian’s. He devours you like a man starved, forcing your lips to part for his tongue. 

You break away for air, your breathing turns heavy as you collect yourself and process the hands still roaming your body. “Are you warmed up yet?” Cassian says with a deep laugh. Looking between them you return their wicked smirks. “I think I’m still a little chilly. Anyway you two can fix that?” Cassian and Azriel snap their heads up to look at each other. That long lived, silent bond between them letting them communicate. Cassian climbs out of the bath with you in his arms as Azriel grabs your towels to wrap you up for the speedy walk back to their room.

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Please Be My Peace?

Vampire!Neris x reader

When your supernatural senses overwhelm you, your mates know exactly how to help.

warnings: none

note: I thought I wasn't going to write vampire!neris this year but here it is! I was editing the original fic and it was so boring to me and then this hit me and I knew it was perfect for the peace theme.

Sometimes you hear too much, feel too much. You’re so jealous of your mates. They seem to be able to turn their senses on and off at the drop of a hat. There are days you have to remind yourself you are a young vampire and they have lived this way for hundreds of years before you. 

Not wanting to bother Eris or Nesta with this miniscule problem, you’ve taken to trying to calm yourself on your own. You’ve done everything from meditation sessions to using ear plugs to shutting yourself in the bedroom closet for hours at a time just to get away from your senses. 

Today is another one of those days where you can hear everything. From the water dripping through the pipes in the walls to the thoughts of the people living in your old village miles and miles away. You decided a walk around the upper floors of the castle would help you calm down. Taking deep breaths you try to focus on the sound of your footsteps or the rustling of your dress skirts, but nothing. The voices from the village keep pounding away at your eardrums driving you to the brink of madness. 

“Y/n?” your name from Nesta’s lips has the walls closing in around you. Her voice was everywhere, crawling over your skin and sinking claws into you. You practically jump out of your skin as she silently runs from the other end of the hall, appearing in front of you. A growl slips from your throat at her intrusion. 

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Nesta runs her fingers gently down your arm making you twitch and violently pull away from her. Your shoulders curl inward, pulling your arms into you, trying to rub the uncomfortable feeling of Nesta’s touch from your skin. 

Nesta hums, understanding your actions, getting hit by the memory of her and Eris’s first few years as vampires. The overwhelming sense of everything attacking her. 

“Come on, let's go see Eris so we can help you.” Nesta gently wraps her arms around you so as not to irritate you too much, guiding you towards Eris’s office.

“Oh, my heart,” Eris coos. “What’s wrong? You’re trembling like a leaf in the wind.” Nesta sets you down on the couch between them, hoping their presence alone can help ground you. 

You feel your senses settle a little. Touches from your mates feel like rocks pelting your skin and the fabric of the couch feels like sitting on pins and needles. You curl in on yourself once again, fiddling with your hands in your lap, your head hung low so they wouldn’t see your tears. 

“Everything is just-just so gods damn loud! Why can I feel everything I hear an-and why can I hear EVERYONE when they are so far from us?! I don’t know how much more of it I can take before I rip my eardrums out!” Eris gives you a sympathetic look, clasping his hands in his lap so he’s not tempted to touch you. “Can I try something that helped Nesta when we first turned?” 

You stare at Eris with tear stained cheeks and fury in your eyes. Not at them, never. Not when you asked to be like this, to be with them forever. You’re angry because you feel weak. Like it’s taking you too long to adjust. You nod in defeat and Eris leans into you, his forehead resting against yours. Eris takes your hands in his as Nesta covers your ears with hers, pressing down hard to block out any sound in the room and beyond. 

The chatter from the village and the creaks and groans from the castle dull and you relax against them. “That’s it my heart, just relax.” Your eyes widen as they meet his warm amber ones. Eris can’t help the smirk that spreads across his lips. This was new. At least to you. 

“I know, heart. Telepathy is a common power among vampires. Yours will develop soon, I promise.”“You should’ve told me,” you pout at him. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” Eris teases. 

“Do you hear anything that’s bothering you?” Nesta asks sweetly. 

You pull your focus from your mate for a moment to think. There’s nothing. No voices, no creaks and groans or dripping water from pipes. Just your mates. 

“No,” you say, an air of relief in your voice. 

You put your full weight on Eris, pulling Nesta with you to be a comfortable weight on your back. “Can we stay like this for a while?” They hold you tighter. Nesta presses a kiss to the back of your head. “We can stay here as long as you like.” she reassures you. “And we’ll teach you how to block it all out, heart.” Eris promises, placing a kiss on your lips. 

Finally, you sigh to yourself, peace in your own mind. 

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Our Queen

Feysand x reader

Just like Feyre picked her crown, you get to pick yours. Though you cannot imagine being Rhys and Feyre’s true equal. 

warnings: none

note: there are so many places I would kill to explore in the acotar world and the House of Wind and everything it hides is one of them. I feel like describing the room where the crowns are kept is so hard because I have such a specific image in my head but it's not complete. I need SJM to write 20 pages about it and all the jewels with pictures included

You grip the barley there stone railing while Feyre and Rhys lead you down the narrow stone steps. Feyre’s fingers entwined with yours as you venture to a part of the House you never even knew existed. You’re sure you could live here for a thousand years and never know every room in the House of Wind. 

Finally Rhys takes you down a hallway to a giant obsidian door. Resting his hand against the door letting some of his power out it unlocked swinging inward. You gasp at the dark stone shelves adorned with jewels resting on midnight blue cushions. Each one sparkling in the glow emitted from every inch of the walls. “Wow,” you gasp, awestruck by the beauty of them. 

“That’s not even the best part.” Feyre whispers in your ear. What more could there possibly be. 

Stepping into the room further was a wall with alcoves that eerily reminded you of a skulls resting place in catacombs. But there weren't any skulls down here. Quite the opposite. 

In the incandescent purple-blue light, tucked away in these alcoves were crowns of Night. You don’t know where to look first! Each of them is beautiful in their own way. All beautifully handcrafted with gems scattered across bands and points and stars and little crescent moons. 

Rhys rests his hands on your hips watching as you stare at the crowns in awe. “Which one do you like the most?” 

“I don’t know. I feel like I could stare at them forever and not know.” 

“I didn’t know either,” Feyre says. “Then it felt like one of them just called to me.”

You scrunch your brow in confusion. “What do you mean?” 

“When I picked my crown.” She says. A fondness creeping over Feyre’s face as she keeps the memory of that night to herself. “Now it’s your turn.” 

Your stomach and heart drop at the same time. “But I’m not a High Lady nor do I have a title that would justify me wearing a crown this extravagant.” Your voice shakes as you look back at the wall of crowns. Is this some kind of cruel joke? To show you something you’ll never have? 

Rhys cups your face in his hands forcing you to look at him. “Never.” He says in that stern High Lord’s voice. “You are our mate. Our equal in every sense of the word. To think you are not worthy of a title or that you wouldn’t have one at all is utter nonsense.” 

“We are both High Lady’s, y/n. Anything less for you would be unacceptable.” 

Tears start to well in your eyes. “But…what if I don’t want to be? Or what if I am and I lead us down the wrong path and–” Rhys shushes you by softly pressing his lips to yours. “Nonsense.” He says. You look back at the sparkling crowns. 

Your mates each wrap an arm around your waist, holding you between them. Your eyes dart from crown to crown taking in all the details. Already feeling the weight of the responsibility of your new title you take a breath. “I want to think about it for a while.” 

“Take all the time you need y/n.” Rhys hums. 

“You can still pick one if you want,” Feyre says with a smirk. “We can never say no to spoiling you.” 

You push up on the balls of your feet, thinking which one called to you. After a long moment one crown seemed to shine brighter than all the others. It’s diamonds swooping up from the band to a sapphire in the center of the point. Feyre notices which one your gaze lingers on grabbing from its little alcove to rest it on your head. 

Your mates look at you with bright adoring gazes. “You look beautiful y/n.” Rhys whispers. Tears line his eyes and a pulse of love comes down the bond right to your heart. 

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A Soft Spot Only For You

Rowan x reader x Lorcan

Your mates are tall and scary to most but to you they're you're big teddy bears.

warnings: very light angst

note: do I just want 2 big, strong, fae boyfriends or do I just want these 2 to be real? the world may never know

When people find out you’re Lorcan and Rowan’s mate the blood drains from their face, get the shakes, and run away from you practically screaming

You never understand why. Your mates are the kindest males you know

Yeah, they’re hundreds of years old warriors who are ripped, tall, and ready for a fight at any moment? So what? 

Maybe you get it a little, it would terrifying to see either of them (especially Lorcan with his shadows) coming at you with a sword half your height

But you never picture them that way. They’ve never given you a reason to see them as scary 

Lorcan and Rowan would rather drop dead than see fear in your eyes inflicted by them. The males would never forgive themselves

They hate disappointing you too, that’s what really breaks their hearts. The first time they disappointed you was when they had to cancel date night over an emergency in the Wastes Aelin needed Lorcan and Rowan to assist with

You had tried to hold back your tears when they told you but you couldn’t help it. It was the first time in a long time they had to say no to you. While in the Wastes everyone was tiptoeing around them due to their bad mood

When Lorcan and Rowan came home a few days later they more than made it up to you by taking you to all your favorite places in Terrasen and on cute dates (not to mention activities in the bedroom)

Out of the 2 Rowan is the less grumpy of your mates. Rowan is the easiest to snap from a bad or brooding mood into doting on you 

All you do is wrap your hand in his and Rowan is looking at you like you’re the reason for the sun rising as he coos at you. “Hi love. How’s your day going? Can I get you anything?” he asks, bring your hand up to his lips to press kisses across your knuckles. “I’m good Ro. I just wanted to say hi.” you smile and Rowan’s heart skips a beat

Lorcan is a little harder to bring out of his brooding and boy does that male looovvveees to brood like it’s his second job

Whenever you enter a room the pair of them light up, the rest of the world fades away and you’re the only person in the world to them

It doesn’t matter who’s around Rowan and Lorcan will always gravitate towards you

Out of the two Rowan always knows the right sweet words to say to you

But when Lorcan dotes on you ooohhhhhh it is sweetness overload 

If there’s a threat against you, forget about it. All bets are off. They go from your loving mates to lethal warriors and will kill anyone who tries to cause you harm

At the first sign of danger Lorcan and Rowan are quick to step in front of you to shield you, reaching behind them to hold you and make sure you’re still with them

Lorcan has growled at someone for staring at you the wrong way

Doarian and Manon had uncovered a plot to kidnap you, Aelin, and Lysandra and Lorcan worked around the clock to make sure the threat was neutralized

Selfishly, Lorcan does not care about Aelin and Lysandra. He cares solely about you

One night, long after the threat has been taken care of, Lorcan woke up to find you gone from bed, the sheets between him and Rowan cold as the silver haired male slept

After Lorcan has his freak out moment he follows his shadow and that feeling in his chest that connects the 3 of you, finding you curled up in his usual armchair by the fireplace. One of his daggers laying on the end table next to the chair

Lorcan tries not to make too much noise, the last thing he wants to do is sound threatening to you. You felt him the moment he started to worry. A gentle hand rests on your shoulder but your gaze never leaves the windows

Lorcan wasn’t used to being gentle before you. He was always rough and direct and many people called him blunt and rude. Never you though, you brought out a side of Lorcan he never knew he had

Moments like these with you still trip him up. If you think he sounded rude Lorcan would sew his mouth shut to avoid speaking another rude word to you ever again

“Angel,” he says, resting a large hand on your shoulder. “What are you doing out here? Did something happen?” You shake your head and look up at him with tired and scared eyes. “Oh angel. Talk to me.” Lorcan picks you up so he can sink into the chair, placing you on his lap and holds you close to his chest

“I know you and Rowan will always protect me and that you handled…it. But I’m still scared, Lorcan. What if there are others? What if they come back?” you ramble, wrapping your arms around Lorcan tighter and tighter

He listens and holds you while you list your fears. “You know I’ll never lie to you, y/n,” Lorcan starts. “Threats will always be around. This one just got too close but Rowan and I handled it, like we always do to keep you and the kingdom safe. You have every right to still be scared, I understand. I will always be here, and Rowan will be too. I’d never let anyone get to you, angel, never.” He presses a long kiss to the top of your head before carrying you back to bed

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That Perfect Feeling

Aedion x reader x Lysandra

After Rowan breaks the news of your mating bond You have some alone time waiting for your new found mates to return. It leaves you with some thoughts running a little wild.

warnings: smut, threesome

note: this is technically a part 2 to my Lysaedion fic (linked here) from last poly week but it can be read as a standalone!

Basking in the sunshine all you can think about is how you’re lucky enough to have two mates. Two! And it’s the two people you are so deeply in love with and who clearly want you as badly as you want them. 

Your fingers brush against the edge of the soft picnic blanket occasionally grasping at the lush blades of grass. Since the moment Lysandra was called away from you all you could think about was what the future with your mates would look like. Or what you would get them for a mating gift. 

Rushed murmurs and quick footsteps have you sitting up. A warm feeling in your chest getting brighter and brighter as Aedion and Lysandra approach. A bright smile breaks out on your lips as they round the corner of the hedges. 

Aedion looked pissed, surely at the news of Rowan spoiling their news. Lysandra lays a hand on his strong chest, nodding her head in your direction, making her soft brown waves bounce. Your fingers flex at the sight wishing you could run your fingers through her soft locks. Aedion looks down at you, the anger melting from his face at the sight of your smile. 

“My mates,” you say, reaching a hand out to them. 

Aedion’s large hand engulfs yours as he sinks down onto his knees in front of you. Even kneeling the male towers over you. He brings your fingers to his lips pressing soft kisses across your knuckles. “I’m so sorry y/n,” Aedion whispers. “I’m sorry we did not get to tell you first.” You trace the side of his face down to his jaw with a feather light touch that has him squeezing his eyes closed and letting out a shuddering breath. “It’s ok. I’m happy I know that this pull I feel towards the two of you isn’t all in my head. That there’s this beautiful connection between us after wanting you both for so long.” You quickly blink away tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

Lysandra sniffles next to you, her slender hand brushing your hair behind your ear and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You let out a hum, leaning your head onto Lysandra’s shoulder and press a flurry of kisses to her neck. “I need you, both of you.” You moan unashamed against Lysandra’s skin. 

Aedion grabs your hips, pulling your back flush against his chest, grinding his hard length against your ass. Your fingers thread through Lysandra’s hair, pulling her in for a kiss. Your lips move against each other slowly, taking each other in. Her tongue prodding at the seam of your lips. You let her in and Lysandra cradles the back of your head, your breasts pressing against hers. 

Behind you, Aedion groans at the sight of his mates kissing and grabbing at each other. His hands wander to the back of your dress to undo the ribbons. Lysandra senses what he’s doing. Her eyes fly open and claws quickly slash Aedion’s shirt in half. He shrugs the scraps of fabric off, quickly getting back to your dress, pulling it down your shoulders. 

You help Aedion shimmy the dress off letting it pool at your knees on the blanket. “Fuck you’re perfect,” Adeion breathes out. Lysandra hums in agreement, her fingers dragging up from your thighs to under your breasts. Her thumbs rubbing slow circles on your pert nipples. You moan, dropping back against Aedion, his warm chest helping ground you before you can completely float away from their pleasurable touches. An unbearable heat pools in your core making your hips twitch. “You want us to touch you, love?” Aedion’s rough voice has your eyes fluttering shut. “Yes,” you whimper. He teases you, running his fingers back and forth against the waistband of your panties. Finally, Aedion slides his hand down past your clit down to your entrance, collecting your wetness to bring his fingers back to your clit. You moan at the attention he gives your sensitive bud. The slow, agonizing circles Aedion is torturing you with, combined with Lysandra pinching and twisting at your nipples has your eyes rolling back and moans getting louder with each touch.  

“Fuck so good, feels so good,” you pratically yell. Lysandra moves to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving marks on your skin. “More please more!” you beg. 

“Gods you sound so sexy begging for us. Our mate, so perfect.” Lysandra groans. 

Your head is titled back now thanks to Lysandra angling you to better reach where your neck and shoulder meets. Blinking up at Aedion you grind your hips down against his hand. “Want your fingers. Please please please.” All Aedion does is smirk down at you. His attack on your clit stops as two of his fingers plunge into your pussy. “You can take them, baby. Yeah, there you go. That’s our good girl,” He groans out. The look of pleasure on your face has him growing harder in his pants, his cock aching to be in you. 

Lysandra doesn’t let up as Aedion hits that perfect stop inside you making you see stars. You can feel your orgasm building. That tight feeling coiling in your stomach signaling you’re so, so close to what you want. Your mates can feel it too. Can feel your pleasure echoing in their chests as they bring you to the edge. 

With a few more thrusts of his fingers Aedion has you coming on his hand. As you ride out your high Lysandra coos loving words at you. “Yes baby, so good for us. Good girl. Gods how did we wait so long to tell you,” she goes back to gently stroking your cheek making you fully depend on Aedion to keep you up right. 

They give you a moment to let the haze from your pleasure pass. Blinking owlishly you give them a tired, devious smirk. “Later,” you pant. “We are doing that and so much more later. Tonight , preferably.”

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I've done nothing but make Project Hail Mary edits for the last 2 hours bc I just keep getting ideas

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Shivers

Cazriel x reader

Arriving in the Winter Court in the middle of a storm has you shivering all over. Luckily, your two best friends are ready to keep you warm.

warnings: none

note: happy day 2 of @polysjmweek ! this was my favorite fic to write for the week because it gave me the best idea for day 7 which is a pretty steamy fic (pun intended, you'll get it in part 2 lol)

“Mother above,” you say through chattering teeth. You were no stranger to cold or harsh winter days in the Night Court. But the winter season in the Winter Court is truly something else. If you had known how cold and windy it was going to be you would’ve winnowed with Mor instead of visiting your friend in a nearby village first, then making the trek over to the palace. Thankfully it wasn't a long walk in the blizzard, though it felt like it.

As guards close to the doors to the massive palace once you’re inside you spot your favorite Illyrians led by one of Viviane’s assistants. Azriel sees you first, his hazel eyes lighting up as he takes you in. You notice the corners of his lips drop as he sees that you're shivering, his shadows curling next to his ears. He politely excuses himself and Cassian from the female and rush over to you. 

“Thank goodness you made it in one piece.” Cassian says, pulling you into a giant warm hug. “Once the weather turned for the worst I had half a mind to go out looking for you.” 

“I was fine Cass, honest.” You appreciated how worried your friends were but sometimes they could be over dramatic. Especially Cassian. 

“You must be freezing,” Azriel says, freeing you from Cassian’s hold. He slips off your gloves cupping his hands around yours to heat them. “A little,” you giggle at Azriel’s touch. Heat flooding your cheeks at the way he looks at you with such care and gentleness. “Let’s get you warmed up then.” Az rests a scarred hand on your lower back to guide you towards your room for the next few days. 

Cassian opens the door ushering you inside. A fire is already burning bright in the small hearth of the guest room and soft fur blankets are piled on the end of the bed. Your bag rests on a foot stool by the dresser waiting for you to unpack thanks to Mor. 

“Here, let me help,” Azriel unbuttons your coat, sliding it off along with your hat and scarf. All of which are wet from the snow storm outside. Cassian wordlessly strides over to your bag to dig out fresh warm clothes for you. They reluctantly leave you to get settled for a bit since Rhys called them away.  

You climb under the covers still violently shivering from your walk. A knock sounds on the door as you pull a blanket around your shoulders, Az and Cass poke their heads in. “We just wanted to check on you before our next meeting.” Cass says. “And we brought you something.” Az holds up a pair of dark, thick wool socks, the ones you have always been jealous of because they seem so warm. 

Azriel kneels next to your bed gesturing for you to turn to him. You let him slip the socks on your feet as you try to bite back a smile. “Thank you,” you whisper. “You’re welcome.” Az says, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. You wished his lips lingered. That his hands weren’t afraid to caress you. You look up at him with bright eyes as the heat fades from your cheeks. 

Cassian ruffles your hair, his large hand lingering comfortably on the back of your head. You hold back from leaning into his grasp. His hand slips from your hair and he longingly looks at his palm. 

Instead of saying anything, Cassian wraps the abandoned blanket snug around your shoulders, and pulls the down blanket, along with two throws over your lap. “Can we get you anything?” Your eyes quickly dart to the book poking out of your bag but you feel too bad to ask for it. Azriel notices as well as his shadows. The little wisps transport it from your bag to your lap making you smile. 

“Warm up, love. We’ll check on you before dinner.” You nod at them as they leave, wishing they would stay and cuddle you. You’ve had dreams where you’re squished between them–some dreams less innocent than others. One day, maybe, you’ll get the courage to say something when you’re not cold and pathetic looking. 

Azriel and Cassian couldn’t focus to save their lives. Their minds focused on you. 

Are you warm yet? Your hands and face were so pale and cold it made them worry. Should they have called for a healer to check you over? 

Too many questions ran through their heads as Rhys and Kal discussed borders and other High Lord duties they could commiserate in. 

Azriel knew with a certainty that it was the mating bond that connected you to him and Cassian. He hadn’t stopped shivering since he laid eyes on you and he is rarely this cold. The Illyrians shared a look, as if to ask each other the same question of how and when?   

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a little PSA! I just tried to link the poly week masterlist for this week to my pinned post and tumblr immediately took it down due to explicit content??? I appealed and it was denied 2 seconds later so I just made a new intro post and pinned it so everyone should be able to see it again

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Happy @polysjmweek ! I'm so excited to participate for the 3rd year in a row! Huge thank you to @acourtofladydeath for putting this together again and reblogging/reposting all these amazing fics, fanart, playlists, and every other creative piece that's contributed.

Below is my masterlist for poly week with pairings from all 3 SJM series. Happy reading! 🩵

Day 1: Belts, Bathrooms, and Lipstick

Day 2: Shivers (part 1)

Day 3: That Perfect Feeling

Day 4: Soft Spot for Only You

Day 5: Our Queen

Day 6: Please Be My Peace?

Day 7: Shivers (part 2)

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Belts, Bathrooms, and Lipstick

Ruhn x reader x Flynn

A sweet moment with your mates turns into chaos and a little pain. (This little fic is based off the scene in Two Weeks Notice where Lucy quits, drops her earring, and her hair gets caught in George's belt)

warnings: slightly suggestive

note: Happy day 1 of @polysjmweek ! I'm starting off with two of my fav Crescent City boys, along with a lil cameo from Bryce and Hunt. Just a heads up for the week, these fics will be a little shorter than my usual stuff.

Reapplying your lipstick you feel Ruhn’s presence behind you before you focus on his large frame in the mirror above the sink. He places his tattooed hands on your hips, lightly pressing a kiss to the back of your head so as not to mess up your hair. 

This party felt suffocating and you were desperate for a moment alone with your mates. The venue was filled with Aux and Legion members, government officials, really anyone who was considered important to the city was her tonight. Flynn had given you an out three times before leaving the house tonight, knowing you hated these social events. He had been trying to give you an out all week but you were determined to put on a brave face. 

Ruhn and Flynn had felt your mounting discomfort through the bond, pulling you into an empty bathroom for a break from the crowd.

You lean back against Ruhn’s muscular chest as Flynn watches with quiet adoration. “We can always leave early,” Ruhn says, soothingly running his hands up and down your bare arms. His rough hands send a chill down your spine. “Our excuse can be Flynn drank too much and I need help getting him back.” 

The lordling scoffs. “Yeah right. Like anyone would believe that.” 

You meet his warm gaze with a smirk. “I don’t know Flynn, you’ve been a pretty messy drunk lately.” His jaw drops at the jab from you, his hands dramatically falling over his heart. “I can’t believe this.” 

You giggle at Flynn’s theatrics and turn to look at Ruhn, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you, both of you. You two always know what I need.” 

“Oh, love.” Ruhn pulls you into a comforting hug. “Flynn and I will always be here for you.” 

“Always baby. Always.” Flynn says, embracing you from behind. You feel grounded between them. Safe. Loved. You wouldn’t trade this feeling with them for anything in the world. 

Breaking apart from your mates your lipstick slips from your hand, rolling away to some gross crevice of the bathroom floor. 

“Shoot,” you murmur, turning in circles scanning the floor. The boys start looking too but you spot the thin silver tube first. “Got it!” You kneel on the floor at the same time Ruhn says, “Let me!” Both your motions hurried. 

You whip your head up too fast with Ruhn too close making your head collide with his belt buckle. You try to pull away and are met with a heart dropping feeling. Resistance from your hair pulled you back to Ruhn’s front as you kept trying and failing to pull your hair free. “Fuck!” 

“Shit. Hold on, I'll try and take it off.” Ruhn fumbles with his belt buckle and wild strands of your hair as he quickly tries to free you. “I’ll try to untangle your hair,” Flynn says, kneeling behind you with his chest pressed to your back to get a good angle at this cluster fuck. 

“Ow! Flynn!”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s knotted. How is it already in a knot?” 

You let out a small high pitched whine as both boys pull at your hair making your scalp feel like it’s on fire. At this point your neck is starting to get a cramp and your knees hurt from digging into the tile floor to keep you steady.

“Almost got it!” Ruhn says with triumph in his voice. “Just need to–” before he can finish the door bursts open making all three of you freeze. 

“Hey B! Were other bathrooms locked as well?”

“Is that Bryce?” You ask. 

“Hunt too,” her mate says in a jovial tone, clearly amused by the situation. 

“Fantastic.” 

“Before we all start jumping to conclusions,” Flynn starts. “I just want to say this is not what it looks like, but I very much wish it was.” You growl at your dirty minded mate. 

“Do you need some help?” Bryce asks. Her heels clacking on the tile as she gets closer. 

“Nope,” the smile in Ruhn’s voice makes your heart drop further as you feel his fingers on his belt again. “Wait. What are–OW! FUCK!” Ruhn rips his belt off. Your hand flies to your head, pressing down to help the pain radiating through your scalp. Balling up your free hand you punch Ruhn’s thigh. “What the hell man! That hurt! Warn me next time, geez!” 

Flynn is quick to pull you to his chest, fully slumping to the floor, cooing sweet words at you. Groaning, you rub your scalp and give everyone in the room a dirty look. “Can we go now? I think I’ve had enough tonight.” Ruhn nods, holding out his hand to help you off the floor. 

“On the bright side, Ruhn didn’t rip out any of your hair.” Flynn holds up Ruhn’s belt to prove himself right. You roll your eyes, stomping out of the bathroom. 

Bryce gives her brother and Flynn a death glare. “I hope you both have to sleep on the couch tonight.”