i can’t stop thinking about that scene in acowar where feyre pretends to have a nightmare and goes to lucien’s room and he was NAKED 🗣️ but hastily pulled ona pair of pants to answer his door all disheveled and was bare (BARE) from the waist up and then he let feyre throw her arms around his neck and bury her face in his BARE CHEST prob all warm from his autumn fireblood and slid his arm around her lil waist w the other threading through her hair to cradle her head, murmuring how sorry he was in her ear and stroking soothing lines down her back until her slutty nightie got all hiked up and they got interrupted by tamlin and lucien’s head whipped around and they pushed apart all guilty !!!!!!!!!!!!
Little animation that I didn't finish in time for @lucienweekofficial but still wanted to share. Originally started this for the Glamours prompt. Had a lot of fun hashing out a Lucien design and am in love with the glowing eye.
Still images and reference under the cut. Please check them out! (The animation kills the shading and idk how to fix that yet T^T )
Reference used (Kinda wish I had included the heart glasses now)
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And with that, the last day of Lucien Week 2025 is over! Thank you to everyone who has contributed to Day 7: NSFW, we are still going insane over your spicy submissions! Below is a masterlist of all of them; if we missed your submission, please let us know!
Day 7: NSFW | Elucien 100 Words Drabble by @crazy-ache
Day 7: NSFW | Elucien 100 Words Drabble by @zenkindoflove
Day 7: NSFW Elucien by @musty-old-claptrap
Day 7: NSFW - The Letter by @clarafae
Day 7: NSFW Lucien x Reader & Eris by @verasilversound
Day 7:NSFW - Eluzriel by @g00seg1rl
Day 7: NSFW | Elucien by @dustyobserversummit
Day 7: NSFW Elucien commissioned by @littlefireling, art by @moussedoodles
Day 7:NSFW Elucien compilation by @sofiameriggiart
Day 7: Lucien & Rhysand commissioned by @/ktreadsthings, @/bookish_embers - art by @/cupofkaveh
Day 7: NSFW Lucien - commissioned by @amandapearls @/luna.dreams - art by @/dkt.artist
Day 7: NSFW Lucien by @/sunwispart
Day 7: NSFW Lucien by @/cyrastoryao3
Free Prompt - Lucien by @acourtofaudacity
Free Prompt - Lucien by @goddessofwisdom18
Free Prompt - Lucien and the word Mate by @jmoonjones
Lucien x Reader & Eris x Reader • Explicit • ~1.1k • Day 7 @lucienweekofficial
You’re mated to Eris Vanserra. Lucien’s decided that’s a challenge, not a boundary. When both brothers touch you, something ancient cracks open—and suddenly the fantasy you swore you’d never entertain has teeth.
Morality melts fast in the Autumn Court.
Fire doesn’t ask for permission—it just spreads.
CW: morally dark gray Lucien & reader, dubious fidelity, smut, Vanserra-brothers fantasy
Vibe: Wicked. Taboo. Dangerous. ///[Read on AO3]///
A gasp parts your mouth as a strong arm, hidden behind the bar, wraps around you and pins you between the counter’s edge and a solid body.
Heat radiates through your clothes as his other hand finds your exposed midriff—the spot he hasn’t stopped touching since you slipped into this slinky dress with its clever cutouts. Your mate.
You chuckle, eyes fluttering shut as you melt into him—his lips warm on your neck, his thumb tracing circles on your stomach, the hard length of him already pressing into you.
You can still taste Eris’s last kiss, sharp as cinnamon and smoke.
Finally done with his meeting with Rhysand. Thank the Cauldron he’s as horny as you are—again. You escaped to this corner of the room, hoping no one would smell it on you.
Eris’s hands—even the thought of them—ignite you faster than a spark to tinder. And that was before he rolled up his damned sleeves…
You push your ass into him, grinding against him with a soft moan.
He laughs softly against your ear. “Did you think I was my brother? Interesting you’d confuse me for your mate.”
You stiffen, eyes wide. That’s Lucien’s voice in your ear. Lucien’s mouth on your neck—Lucien’s cock, hot and thick, pressed against your backside—
“You know, I was just thinking about the similarities between me and my brother. We both have fire in our blood. Autumn blood in our veins.”
His nose traces the line of your throat. You swallow hard, pulse hammering, senses collapsing to his voice and the places your bodies meet. What is he doing? Why is he playing with fire?
His hand slides lower, palm spreading over your lower stomach, pressing. “I do wonder… does it really matter which Vanserra puts heirs in you?”
Your breath catches. The heat between your thighs was there before Lucien arrived—wasn’t it? …All of it?
His hand glides over your stomach, curling around your hip until you feel every finger imprinting itself there. The pressure of his cock against you seems to deepen—an impossible gravity pulling you into him.
Your ear tingles when his mouth brushes it, purring, “My cum can give you little fiery Autumn heirs just the same as Eris’s.”
Your mouth falls open. A tremor vibrates through you. Why aren’t you moving? Surely Lucien’s snared you in some spell to keep you frozen and tongue-tied. Move. Say something. Anything. But holy hell, his voice—
You don’t see Eris arrive, you feel him. The air warps, like a kiln cracked opened mid-firing—controlled heat poised to scorch with presence alone.
Lucien stills, then chuckles low. He speaks without turning. “Careful you don’t set your clothes alight, brother. The Court of Nightmares might think they’re in for a show.”
Eris’s reply glides through the room, every syllable a threat wrapped in silk. “Careful where you put your hands, little brother. The Court might think they’re about to witness a sequel. I hear losing another body part beneath a redhead’s temper makes quite the spectacle.”
Lucien’s hands stay put. Defiance crackles off him like static. Heat ripples outward from him, threading through your hair until it lifts and pulls taut. The air itself bends to him. His magic tilts your head, baring more of your throat. His hot mouth finds your skin again, a deliberate show of ownership. The kiss lands like a brand, slow and scalding.
What had come over you? You were never this quiet, this passive, this frozen. Your climbing pulse is the only part that dared move.
“Since you’re only worried about my hands…” Lucien taunts, rolling his hips in an indulgent grind, dragging the length of himself against you inch by inch—slow enough to make sure Eris sees every heartbeat of it.
Hot lightning strikes between your legs. You know you shouldn’t want this. So why does your body beg anyway?
Eris’s tone remains smooth, but his temperature could melt stone. “I’m far more concerned about you claiming you can provide heirs to a Court that banished you. Do you truly crave belonging so much you’d attempt to breed your way back in? When I’m High Lord, perhaps I’ll grant you a place again, if it’d quell this desperate behavior.”
Lucien’s laugher vibrates against you, dangerous and amused. “Relax, Eris, I’m only playing.”
Strong hands cinch around your waist—commanding, intentional—and guide you toward Eris. Long, ringed fingers find bare skin. Eris’s heat collides with Lucien’s through you, and your body forgets whose to answer. Your heart refuses to beat while both brothers touch you. Your chest cracks beneath the intensity of three flames converging. Lucien’s palms trail fire as they glide down your body before he finally, maddeningly, lets go.
Eris catches you against his chest, and your body betrays you all over—every inch pressed to him sparking alive, his composure somehow worse than Lucien’s chaos. His thumb sweeps feather-light over the hollow of your throat. Your pussy clenches at the ownership hidden inside that tenderness. He buries his nose in your hair, inhaling slow and deep. “Well, you always did play better alone.”
You weren’t frozen by fear—you were drowning in desire. Too much heat, too many hands, too many wants colliding at once.
Lucien’s voice drips smug amusement, smoke curling through every word. “That was before I had your mate as my playmate.”
Eris’s scent floods your lungs—smoke, spice, danger—and goosebumps bloom across your skin. His hand moves in steady strokes down your back. His touch is meant to soothe, but your body remembers his brother’s fire. Lucien’s heat still smolders beneath Eris’s. “I’d suggest you play with your mate,” he murmurs, “but we all know she can hardly stand to be near you.”
Lucien laughs quietly. “You’re right, your mate enjoys my proximity considerably more.”
Your cheeks burn at the truth in those words, but the fire in your core rages on, undimmed by a little scandal. Stoked by it…
Eris tilts his head, voice a low warning. “Tell me, little brother—was this about provoking the court’s gossip? Or did you just want to feel my mate closer than you’ve ever felt your own?”
You twist in Eris’s hold; his fingers graze your breast as you spin, pebbling your skin in an instant. His fingers toy with the cutout beneath, slipping under the fabric. Your insides turn molten.
You meet Lucien’s gaze—he leans against the bar, lazy confidence incarnate, hands in his pockets. His eyes dip to his brother's fingers, glinting with mischief.
“Good luck, little fox.” His smile curves like a flame. “Eris is jealous enough to claim you until every inch of you smells like him—and I barely touched you.”
That smirk burns behind your eyelids as Eris winnows you away.
Fire doesn’t ask for permission—it spreads.
Technically a one-shot... for now 😏 My brain already wrote the sequel. Should I behave?
Pairing: Lucien Vanserra x Elain Archeron x Azriel
Summary: Eris discovered Az had been cheating on him to a vial degree, he dumps him with little qualms. With the same absence of qualms, Elain and Lucien welcome Azriel back into their open arms and legs.
A/N: Very much finished day of but I quite like how it turned out! For NSFW day of @lucienweekofficial, 2.7k below! 🧎♀️🫶💗
Read this one first if you want to stay in chronological order but I aim for episodic one shots so it’s not necessary! Relent | Eluzriel | 4k
Eris was never really a brother to Lucien, it wasn’t in the dice, cards, or whatever doo-dad you associate with fate, declared.
There was nearly a decade between them, and they never lived in the same house as Lucien was immediately moved in with Helion. His skin color wasn’t on board with the whole subtle bastard plan his mother was somehow depending on. Lucien loved the woman but he… he loved the woman.
Growing up they’d only met for stifling holiday dinners Lucien would rather puke than recall and a Happy Birthday text at least every other year once Lucien reached 14 and was gifted a phone for Christmas. All he really knew of Eris was his agreement with all things Beron including attacking his mother’s reputation at every—no, they would make opportunities to call her a whore and every time Lucien was thrilled it would be at least a year till he’d have to see him.
Even then though, without being connected beyond the ‘Oh Vanserra? Like Eris Vanserra?’ initial conversation he had with Azriel on campus and the last name Lucien kept because it was helpful; It wasn’t only clueless hunks looking for roommates persuaded by the last name Vanserra—It was shocking how little he cared. His most honest self knew part of the kick Lucien got out of Azriel was the disrespect to his douche of a brother.
And he couldn’t fathom feeling guilt once they began this consolation fuckery, Elain being invariably sopping when either man slipped a forefinger beneath her panties, which was often, made it literally impossible.
She was the first one to initiate after the breakup.
Azriel had slammed the front door shut, tracking in rain-drenched leaves—because of course this was a somber enough moment that the universe felt a downpour necessary. It’s not the fucking notebook.
Lucien nearly stopped her as she began unbuttoning her blouse when Azriel reached the archway before the living room. It felt a bit soon. A bit insane.
But the slight ease of Azriel’s glum brow warmed Lucien’s shame-shriveled heart and dissolved his porous restraint. He followed suit, getting a kick (stampede) out of Azriel’s eyes darting back and forth.
He loosened his fist and let his jacket fall to the floor, keys clattering, Adam’s apple bobbing. “We shouldn’t.”
“It’s too late for this to be a bad idea now.” Lucien gruffed, spreading his legs as he finished unbuttoning his shirt.
“It was a bad idea the first time.” Azriel huffed.
“Oh come on, Azriel,” Lucien bit his tongue to stop from chuckling at her sardonic tone and eyeroll, she was ballsy when it came to Azriel. “What’s done is done.” Elain patted Lucien’s thigh.
“Fuck,” Az muttered, his eyes blurred, lips licked.
“If that’s a request, you’re going to have to come closer.” Goddamn. Elain batted her lashes, she looked gorgeous with her cheeks blushed and the sinful, starved look in her eyes.
Lucien chuckled, and if he urged his voice to gravel, what about it? Huh? Square up—
“Fuck,” Azriel groaned like a perverted action doll with one phrase. He stepped forward, entranced.
The thuds of Azriel’s boots added to the excited beat of Lucien’s heart. Elain’s hand slid up his thighs and wrapped her hand around Lucien’s semi (not truck). His next exhale came with a shudder.
“You two,” Azriel huffed, awed and horny, “are g’na be the end of me.”
“You should finish us off in revenge, then.” Elain smirked, sobering to a sly smile, “But first let us be here for you, Azriel.”
Lucien arced his hips, pushing his stiffened dick into Elain’s fondling hand. He groaned as she gripped.
Azriel licked his lower lip, and strode across the room, not stopping till his belt reached Lucien’s face. Elain’s assertive fingers hooked beneath the leather strap holding up Azriel’s jeans.
Lucien joined Elain’s endeavor to release the Beast™️ from Azriel’s jeans. Him being rock hard wasn’t helping, stabbing and stretching the fabric of his boxers.
His caramel skin was soft yet solid, the elicited shudder was an aphrodisiac for Lucien. He didn’t care that this was all a tad terrible of him, Azriel and his perfect body was finally theirs.
Lucien raked his nails and lifted Azriel’s shirt as Elain worked on the buckle. He dragged his nails towards Azriel’s chest, circling back to pinch his nipple when he brushed past. Lucien watched closely as Azriel’s expression glazed over with slack pleasure, the scrunch of his brows felt like a reward for his enthusiasm.
Elain forcefully tugged down Azriel’s jeans, a small huff passing her lips after winning the battle against the closures of his pants. Lucien, ever the opportunist, licked from the shallow of his V-cut till his teeth snagged the edge of his Hanes, and looked up for Azriel’s horny-hazed expression as he tugged down.
Elain hums, “We really should contact Guinness or something.” Grasping Azriel’s shaft with the hand that wasn’t holding Lucien Jr. like a microphone to lift to her puckered lips.
Lucien laughed as Azriel gasped. Of course he loved Elain invariably, but this brash and insatiable side of her was especially riveting, irresistible.
Her plush lips rolled slickly down a third of Azriel’s length, her eyes fluttering shut as if savoring. He was jealous of only his mouth being empty. An easy fix.
Lucien dove to nose at the base of Azriel’s dick, joining Elain’s noble effort and laving his tongue downwards.
He felt Elain’s petal-soft lips brushing his as they hungrily lapped every inch, and holy fuck were there many, of Azriel’s leaking cock.
Lucien slid his mouth down to the crown and dragged Elain to meet him, taking her sweet, glistening lips against his own. Their kiss tasted of musky salt and raspberry lip balm and Lucien would have it no other way.
“Gods, you two… Just so perfect,” Azriel murmured, awed.
He lifted his eyes; the sight, extravagant: Azriel’s face thawed to a sensual brand of serenity, the hazel was a lining around his blown pupils, and his lethally-sharp jaw was slacked. The rosy flush to his brown skin sheened with a thin layer of sweat, his muscles and veins throbbing at apparent random and the clutch of his hands now buried in their hair reinforced the surrealness of it all. He wished to freeze time. To preserve the heady aura of them.
He met Elain’s heavy-lidded eyes across his cock, following in tandem to pump their heads up and down, till Azriel was pulsing and raking at his scalp. Lucien slid off, needing more than Elain’s occasionally jerking fist.
“Elain, sweetheart, would you mind grabbing some lube for us?” His voice was raw, tinged with grated restraint and desperation.
Azriel’s hand fell limp on his head, slipping to rest on Lucien’s shoulder.
She pulled off, “Not at all,” she giggled, uncrossing her legs and bounding towards the bedroom.
Lucien placed a hand on Azriel’s right hip, the other wrapped around his left knee, bending and lifting to rest it on the couch next to him. He moves the hand stabilizing Azriel to shamelessly grope his bubble butt; seriously, the man had buns that’d make someone recovering from a BBL feel scammed.
“Mmn, Lucien can we lie down. I don’t wanna fall.”
“I won’t let you.”
“Please,” Azriel pleaded, his hazel eyes locking against Lucien’s. He slid his hands up to the middle of Azriel’s back, Az braced his hands on Lucien’s forearms and let him set them down on the carpeted floor of their living room.
“‘Course. I just need to feel you.” Lucien husked, hovering over Azriel’s lips.
Azriel raised his head, claiming Lucien’s lips with vigor, his tongue wasting no time to barge in. Lucien groaned, reaching a hand for Azriel to rest his head on and took dominance. He straddled across Azriel’s bare lap, and Az hugged his hands down Lucien’s torso to push down his boxers. With the same audacious attitude he adored Elain for, Azriel smacked his hand against Lucien’s right cheek.
He growled against Az’s smirking mouth, nipping his bottom lip and grounding down against Azriel’s slobbered-on cock. The friction was delicious.
“Fuck, you two are so hot.” Elain admired, her tone drenched with a sensuality he hoped spread to her cunt.
Lucien lifts his head to smile down at a smiling Az, “We are super hot.”
“Super.” Azriel huffed, shaking his head fondly and rising to steal his lips back.
Elain’s pattering feet make his heart and dick swell.
He lifted off once more to Azriel’s whining dismay, and beckoned to his nearing darling, “Elain, I need you to take over his pretty lips while I prep him, yeah?”
It was a tad rhetorical, he was already shimmying down the expanse of Azriel’s perfectly sculpted body, pausing only when he came face level to Azriel’s cock again.
“Of course, here, sweetheart.” She chirped, brushing the plastic bottle of lube against his knuckles and set it on the floor next to his hand where it wrapped around Azriel’s hip.
Lucien grinned as he kissed a stripe down Azriel’s thigh, licking further. He looked up as Elain lay next to Azriel, throwing her leg over Azriel waist and perking her ass in front of Lucien’s face. He palmed her lifting her cheek and drooling at the sight of her damp cunt. He knew he had a task at hand but Lucien was only human; He darted to bury his tongue deep inside her. Azriel chuckled, the gruff sound breaking through the Mac n’ Cheese sounds of them making out and Lucien’s parched mouth latched against Elain’s soaked pussy. His scarred, strong hand lifted the fat of ELain’s ass to give Lucien more access.
Lucien smirked, parted begrudgingly to grab the lube and coat his middle and pointer finger of his right hand. The view of Azriel and Elain entwined was one Lucien wanted imprinted on the inside of his eyelids; They were beauty personified.
He smoothed his palm down the inner side of Azriel’s thigh with his fingers raised, he leaned in to lick a wet circle around Azriel’s furrowed hole. He pushed his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and flattened his tongue to stretch as much as he could. Az was clean, he tasted of the back of your hand on a sunny day.
Hearing Azriel gasped was pleasing, Lucien’s hips were grinding needlessly, wantonly. Elain moaned, Lucien looked to why and he groaned at the sight of Azriel pumping his thick fingers in and out of Elain’s snug cunt.
“Fuckin’ Gods,” Lucien felt a bit struck by how turned on he was. Arousal flooded him so wholly he was sure he was drowning in the sin of them.
He pressed his index finger into Azriel’s hole, the excess of lube squelched lewdly. Lucien raised his neck and licked at Azriel’s finger, taking it into his mouth at Azriel’s behest.
“You’re so good, Lucien, so perfect,” Elain moaned as he turned his suckling lips to her clit. He was nearing an orgasm and all that was wet was his face.
He grinned against her, sliding his tongue down towards her entrance with a greedy pace. Before delving his tongue into the depths of her perfect core, “It’s you who’s perfect,” he husked and pecked the velvety crevice of her thigh.
Lucien pushed his finger further inside Azriel’s tight hole as he pressed his tongue inside Elain; The pair of them moaning as one from Lucien’s efforts was nearly enough to send him over the line.
Azriel’s glistening fingers caught his fixation where it clutched against Elain’s plush hip. HIs saliva and her slick wrapped around Azriel’s pointer; very reminiscent of the hold his perfect body has over their lust.
Lucien hurried his fingers, sliding the second in and savoring how Azriel clenched around him the slacked and allowed Lucien to fuck deeper. Elain quivered around his tongue, the sweet taste of her mingled with the light saltiness of Azriel to create an addicting cocktail.
The sloppy sounds of them kissing ceased to small wet smacks as Lucien discombobulated their lips’ pace. He gave Elain’s clit one last peck before rising to his knees; he circled his wrist and stretched his fingers wide one final time before sliding them out and watching Azriel’s pretty hole wink.
“Ready, Azriel?” Lucien didn’t expect his voice to sound so gravelly.
“Yes, yes, fuck, please Lucien,” Az rushed to beg, the fact Lucien didn’t come just from hearing that was a damn miracle. One he was sure wouldn’t last long.
“Elain, precious, hop on his dick, yeah?” Lucien breathily ordered as he aligned the weeping crown of his cock with Azriel’s sheening hole.
A high keening sound was all the yes he’d get, he grinned as ELain scrambled to straddle him. Lucien helped her arrange her hips, raising them so he could keep his angle complimentary. He wanted to feel all of Azriel, and he wanted Elain to feel all of Azriel, and more than anything, he wanted Azriel to lose his mind from all the pleasure.
He pressed Elain down as he pushed his hips forward: His nerves were hit with a roiling wave of elation, he groaned haggardly into Elain’s soft neck, he hugged her waist and rescinded to stall his hips right behind the entrance of Azriel’s.. well, of Azriel, and slammed back in with an obscene gushing sound.
“AHHH-A-Oohh, OH!” Azriel moaned, his arms scrambling to hold Elain’s thighs for stability. He didn’t receive much as she began riding like a bunny.
He wished he could see more of Elain hopping but he’d be lying like it was pathological if he wasn’t entirely content with his hands full of Azriel’s overwhelming tight, wet heat.
Lucien moved with rabid vigor, bringing an unhinged aura to Elain’s demure rodeo go. All of their hands were clinging onto each other’s to brace for the ever-shocking pleasure their bodies wrought one another.
Azriel was nearly wailing, entirely risking a noise complaint Lucien would have no problem paying–in fact he would frame it.
Elain seized, her thighs clenching and her hands trembling as she came; “OH–OHFUCK YESYESYES RIGHT THERE OH YESSSS!!” She shrieked, the damage to Lucien’s ears was so welcome.
Azriel, moaning, clamped down around Lucien’s cock like a vice, squeezing him and making it harder and harder to pull back out. Lucien grabbed Elain’s throat and pulled her into a kiss as he flooded Azriel’s tight hole.
Breathless, he pulls back to take in her dazed expression and cherish it near his heart for the holiest of his future masturbation sessions. He looked down to Azriel, flushed and heaving Azriel, and bowed down to kiss him too. Azriel’s warm palm cradled Lucien’s waist, he heard and felt Elain shuffling in next to him. His cock slid out, eliciting groans from them both.
Once again robbed from his lover’s lips by the superfluous need for oxygen, Lucien rescinded and smiled at them in a manner he was sure looked goofy–confirmed by the amused smirk now gracing Azriel’s face.
“That was.. so, so good,” Elain breathed, kissing Azriel’s chest and reaching an arm to cuff Lucien’s bicep where it lay across Azriel’s torso.
“Just good?” Lucien scoffed.
“She did say so, so good,” Az defended lazily.
“A proper description would be like magnificent, epic, life–no, worldchanging,” Lucien emphasized his last word with a fiendish grin.
“Yes, yes, of course it was all of the above too.” Elain conceded with a blush and smile, an indulging roll of her eyes.
Azriel chuckled, Lucien joined. He felt happy, despite all they put themselves through, this was perfection.
The carpet was most definitely worse for his back than the bed but he couldn't fathom asking to move right now. Lucien was content to sleep with his head hugged in the crevice of Azriel’s neck, Elain’s eyes across from his and her thigh thrown across Azriel’s waist and Lucien’s lower back.
They heaved in unison till they drifted in unison, the unity felt so comforting, so freeing.
Thank you for reading my pornnnn, 🥰🥰🥰
I’ll post this and the other Lucien week fic I did on ao3 shortly, thank you very much @the-darkestminds for the edits 🧎♀️🫶💗 and dividers by @strangergraphics ! 💗
@lucienweekofficial this doesn’t fit any of the days, but I thought I’d post it anyway :) how I see lucien, featuring my face claim for him, jacob anderson !!
Thank you all for participating and supporting Day 6: Destiny of Lucien Week 2025! Below you can find a masterlist of all the contributions; please let us know if anything was missed!
Day 6: Destiny by @renehall-pharroe
Day 6: Destiny Drabble by @zenkindoflove
Day 6: Destiny Drabble by @crazy-ache
What If by @princesserene
It's Nice To Hear Your Voice Again by @pinkfuneral7
Day 6: Destiny | commissioned by @/mads_artgallery, art by @/artsygamergirl
Day 6: Destiny | commissioned by @amandapearls, @/luna.dreams art by @/artoffrostandflame
Day 6: Destiny by @/starstruckillustrates
Day 6: Destiny by @/arielstanowskiart_greenleaf
Day 6: Destiny by @/artedeabs
Day 6: Destiny by @/velaris.arts_
Day 6: Destiny commissioned by @/mads_artgallery from artist @/fios_drawings
For @lucienweekofficial Day 7 - NSFW (Scroll down for the uncensored version!)
Lucien hopelessly in love and worshipping his mate 💖.
Sadly, it is the last day of Lucien week 😭. I had so much fun with all of you! Thank you @lucienweekofficial for all the hard work you put into hosting this event! 🫶
Art by: @moussedoodles
Commissioned by me: @littlefireling
Thank you, thank you, thank you to @moussedoodles!!! You are such an amazing artist/person!! I absolutely love every commission from you! This art is absolutely beautiful! 🧡🧡🧡
Summary: In which Graysen didn’t end his engagement to Elain but on the day of their wedding, things don’t go to plan. Enter stage left: Lucien “im getting my mate back” Vanserra.
aka when one groom-left-at-the-altar-for-mate-by-archeron-sister scenario per book series just isn’t enough
CW: Cheating/cuckolding (but it’s just on Graysen so like does that even count) ; possessive mate stuff; uncalled-for amounts of “you’re mine” language etc etc
Lil note: The title is from Fallingwater by Maggie Rogers! This is for Day 7 of Lucien Week: NSFW and so is, if you can believe it, nsfw. @lucienweekofficial
@crazy-ache gave a challenge: Write exactly 100-word drabbles for every prompt of Lucien Week 2025. Here are those drabbles. @lucienweekofficial
Day 7: NSFW
Tags: Elain x Lucien, NSFW, Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron
Inspired by the post warming the husband's supper
She-devil. Fists clenched, he scanned the expansive flesh Elain exposed, her rain-soaked skirts pulled above her hips as she warmed her ass in front of the fireplace.
“Warming my supper?" He japed, cock twitching as she stared back at him, a dare dancing in the flames reflected in her eyes.
He crawled on his hands and knees to her, a predator and a beggar. He sunk his fingers into her meaty hips, bending her over the sofa as he spread her damp thighs. He ran his tongue from her sweet cunt to her puckered hole, delighting at her rapturous moan.
Lucien Week - Day 7: NSFW - 100 Word Drabble Challenge
For @lucienweekofficial this year, me and @zenkindoflove decided to complete a writing challenge. Seven drabbles, exactly 100 words each, for all of Lucien Week.
It didn’t take long for Lucien to realize that Jurian hadn’t grabbed his cock by accident.
In their drunken stupor, he, Jurian, and Vassa had collapsed on the same bed. They would never admit it aloud, but the two were clearly stupidly in love. This wasn’t the first time Lucien had still been in the room while they began impatiently fucking each other.
“Just pretend it’s her,” Jurian slurred. Vassa gave an alluring grin at Lucien, her legs wrapped around Jurian’s hips as he pumped into her.
Tonight Lucien didn’t argue as Jurian slipped his rough hands inside his pants.
A lil Lucien drawing for @lucienweekofficial! I didn't use prompts but I really wanted to contribute something because I want to appreciate this male as much as possible
(Yes I know this isn't the best art you've ever seen but I'm trying ok?)
dededos
andulkaphoto
origamiaround
germansingergirl
theartofmadeline
areudirty
